#timothee male!reader

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Brother in Law

Info - brother in law Regulus, innocent reader, inexperienced reader, going to someone for help with horniness, cheating, forbidden sex, dom male, virgin female, unprotected sex, minor breeding kink, fingering, convincing to cum inside raw, arranged marriage, infidelity kink, pet names and praise, sir kink

When I was freshly 18, I’d been arranged into a marriage with Sirius Black. The man was sarcastic, overly jovial, and could be slightly cruel with his “pranks”.

I preferred his younger brother Regulus. Regulus was serious and stoic. I liked how he could be kind in the face of adversity.

However, I also felt odd around Regulus. He made my body do things it had never done. I didn’t know what to make of it. I had always been sheltered, and innocent, but something about Regulus made me want to learn things. I wanted to be more adult around him.

Regulus was engaged to a woman named Aleeda, though it didn’t seem like he was much more pleased than Sirius was with his deal. To my understanding, she was distantly related to the Blacks, as many pure bloods were. She seemed a bit air headed though, all she did was laugh. She didn’t seem to have real opinions and ideas.

One night when Orion and Walburga were gone, Sirius had gotten out the fire whiskey. We’d all been taking shots in the spirit of “getting to know one another better.”

“I dare you,” Sirius had drawled. “To sit on Reggie’s lap.”

I had gotten so heated I felt faint. I was under no conviction that Sirius liked me. Still, I couldn’t imagine why he’d dare me to do this for our game. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but the way Regulus glared at his brother disturbed me. Perhaps, Regulus hated me.

I had stood up as stiffly as I could. I made my way to Regulus. Aleeda just giggled as I sat down. I wiggled a bit to get comfortable. I heard his breath hitch and something grew hard against my bum. I didn’t know what was happening as Regulus became red face and wrapped his arms around me. Once in a while I felt a jerky movement from the man beneath me. It almost felt like a thrust, and the thing would be harder.

I was thinking about that tonight as I laid awake. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t sleep. Something in me needed something. I couldn’t completely put my finger on what.

Regulus had once told me if I needed anything I could come to him. I knew he was sleeping with Aleeda. I had insisted that Sirius and I sleep separately until after the wedding. This was why I was alone and desperate in the early morning hours.

I felt too overwhelmed to do anything else. These desires had been building and I supposed tonight was the night they hit a peak. This wasn’t bad of me right?

I tip toed into his bedroom. I wanted to be careful not to wake Aleeda. She was usually a sound sleeper, but I couldn’t take any chances.

“Reg…. Reg,” I tapped him lightly. He groaned and moved towards me in his sleep. His bleary eyes blinked open and when he realised who it was a smile spread across his tired face.

“Hello baby girl, what can I do for you?” He asked in a low whisper.

“You said I could tell you anything right?” I asked hesitantly. This couldn’t be wrong right? He was Regulus. He protected me, and knew what was best always. It made sense to come to him with this problem.

“Of course angel, tell me,” he said, propping himself up. I felt squirmy at his purred words.

“Look,” I said. I lifted my nightgown. I spread the lips of my privates and showed him the bundle of nerves that was swollen and pulsing. I heard him release a string of curses under his breath.

Something changed in him then. His eyes got darker. He looked like he was tensing all over, restraining himself from…. Something? He took his plump bottom lip in his mouth and bit down. He furrowed his brow and looked up at me.

“W-whats the problem?” He gulped.

“It feels funny,” I whined.

“What made it feel that way baby?” He asked in a husky voice.

“Ummmm I was in the bathroom earlier and I just got this urge to smell your shampoo and deodorant. I was thinking about you and then this happened. It has a heart beat and it’s sensitive.”

“Oh baby,” he crooned. I saw something break in his demeanour. He lifted his hand and I could hardly breathe. Two of his large fingers popped out. Slowly, he pushed them into my sopping entrance. I nearly fell over as the feeling overtook me. My eyes rolled back into my skull.

This felt so good. The wet squelching sound as Regulus pumped his fingers in and out and sometimes curled them. I was stuffing a fist in my mouth to keep keening cries from exiting my lips. I didn’t want to wake Aleeda, then this would all stop. His thumb pad pressed down on my bundle and I jolted. I grabbed at his wrist but I didn’t stop him. It was more to steady myself than anything.

“Fat, juicy, cunt,” I heard my betrothed’s brother whisper, licking his lips. “But still so damned tight.”

“R-Reg?” I stuttered.

“Poor baby, does this help?” He asked me.

“Yes, a lot, it feels so good,” I gasped. He was rolling my bud now and my nipples were hard and poking through my nightgown.

There he was, someone who was marrying someone else, milking my entrance in the moonlight; Right next to his sleeping fiancée. I shuddered.

This was wrong right? But no, it couldn’t be, not when I felt so perfectly full. This couldn’t be cheating when it felt like I was made for those fingers. Although some part of me knew Aleeda would be horrified if she woke up and saw this. I just could equate this feeling of euphoria with anything wrong or bad.

“Reg, is, is this bad?” I asked as he still moved. I watched the muscles flexing in his wrist as he pleasured me.

“No princess, it isn’t bad, just-just don’t tell my brother, or Aleeda . This will be our little secret okay? Why don’t you go to your room and I’ll be there shortly.”

I did as he said, pulling off his digits carefully. I felt empty and lonely without him. He immediately sucked his fingers into his eager mouth. He closed his eyes as if tasting ambrosia from Olympus itself.

I left the room to walk the hall. As I walked I thought about how dark his eyes had become. I thought about how wetness was making my inner thighs slick.

I laid in my bed. I cupped my private part, grinding against my hand ever so often. I just felt this insatiable need. I was utterly desperate to release, I just didn’t know how.

Finally, Regulus came into my room. His presence was comforting to my aching core. He came and sat on my bed. His long fingers ran from the exposed valley between my breasts, to the hood of my vagina. I hummed desperately.

“So, you’re feeling weird baby girl?” He asked.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“You’re so bare,” he commented swiping a thumb over my sex.

“I barely have to shave,” I said self consciously.

“Oh that’s so precious baby,” he commented. He leaned down and kissed my southern lips. I felt a gushing and crossed my legs with a small noise.

“You like when I do that huh?” He asked.

“Y-yes,” I nodded vigorously.

“Regulus,” I said after a few moments of him caressing me, running his fingers up and down my body.

“Yes princess,” he crooned. He cupped my face with his large hand.

“Maybe, well maybe you could put it in?” I asked. A smirk unfurled across his face. He took my hand and began to kiss the tip of every finger.

“Put what in sweetheart?” He asked.

“Your, um, well, your c-c-c-“

“Baby, you can say it. I give you permission to use the nasty word,” he allowed.

“Your cock, i-inside my pussy?” I finished pathetically.

“Yeah? You think that would help?” He asked. I saw the bulge in his boxers. I wanted him to take out that thick, hairy, veiny member I’d spied once while he was pissing.

“It isn’t bad Regulus!” I said, bolting up and cupping his face. I searched his eyes for some sign he thought I was a pervert. He didn’t seem ashamed.

“No?”

“No!” I said hastily. You’d just be filling me up so I can relax a little. You don’t even need to move. It wouldn’t even really be sex. Sirius would know it’s okay too. He would want you to do anything you could to help me.”

“I think you’re right, just putting it in can’t hurt,” he said gently.

He pushed me back. He slowly removed my nightgown so I was bare in front of him. I turned my head away blushing. He softly moved my jaw so I was facing him again. He dipped his head and pressed a chaste kiss to both peaked nipples. I squirmed again, I let out a frustrated breath. I needed filled so badly.

He got out his massive length. I felt my wetness increase with the sight. I licked my lips. He put his leaky tip at my needy entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he moved. He pushed inside me. I grabbed his bicep with a whine. The stretch was satisfying but a bit painful.

“Reg!” I cried.

“Princess, am I too big?”

“N-no Reg, I want it, in fact I need it,” I told him.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

“I’m gonna go balls deep okay? Is your pussy okay with that?”

“Yes sir,” I agreed.

He grunted in a way that sounded so lewd as he went as far as he could. His balls rested on my ass, I felt amazingly full. I’d never felt so satisfied in my life. I half expected a bulge to show in stomach he was so big.

“Regulus it feels great,” I admitted.

“That’s my girl, you know I’ll always take care of you,” he promised.

“Ohhhhh,” I whined. I wiggled on his cock, feeling as though I was completely impaled.

“Baby, I’m not going to be so good and nice anymore if you keep moving like that,” He warned.

“I-I can’t help it. I’m so full and my clitty is aching,” I complained.

“Awww baby, I know that’s why cunny needs so much attention from me,” he said sweetly. I melted. I wanted him so bad. I didn’t care if it was wrong or nasty or something Aleeda wouldn’t want. I wanted it, I needed it, if it was the only dream come true I got for the rest of my life I’d take it because I was so wet it was dripping down my own brother in laws dick.

“C-can I swear sir?” I asked sheepishly.

“If you absolutely need to baby,” he said calmly.

“Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck I want you to fucking ram me full. I’m so desperate for you to do nasty things with me.”

There was a long silence. I felt bad. I writhed on his dick again, knowing I’d never be fulfilled until he moved. But I think I’d scared him. The look on his face was dangerous.

Then he started.

He held my hands above my head began to snap into me wildly. He was grunting and groaning as his thick cock was baptised in my slick over and over as he plunged into my wet depths.

“Fucking good little girl for me aren’t you,” he gasped.

“Yes sir,”I whined. “Oh Regulus you feel so good. Oh, oh, oh, I’ve never felt this good. You’re soooo big!”

“That’s it princess, tell me all your nasty feelings. You didn’t just want me to put my cock inside you, you wanted me to fuck you raw. You wanted me to help soothe that ache between your legs.”

He was giving it his all. He was so much bigger than me. He was so long and thick in all the tight places. I was barely holding on to sanity as he snapped his hips. I was making all sorts of submissive and desperate noises. He was fucking squeaks and squeals out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto the hair at the nape of his neck for dear life.

I sounded like I was driving over a bumpy road. “Uh, uh, uh, uh.” It echoed in my pink bedroom. I was nearly choking on pleading whimpers.

“Please, never stop, I’m addicted. I want your dick all the time. I can’t believe we’ve never done this. Oh please. I can’t handle it. This is the best feeling in the world!”

A gorgeous smirk covered his face as he rutted into me with all his might and strength. I was speechless now from how gorgeous he was. He was who I was meant for. I hoped he’d had a hand in choosing who was to be betrothed to his brother. Just to do this. To fuck his bother’s property within an inch of my life.

“That poor cunny needed this huh?” He crooned. “You needed big thick cock to stretch you out. Poor baby, holding her pussy, and touching her clitty with no release. You just let me take care of it all princess. I’ll make you squirt on my cock if it’s the last thing I do.”

“R-Regulus” I hiccuped from the deep thrusts. “W-will Aleeda b-be mad?” I asked as he moved me across the bed with the eagerness of his hips. He placed a hand on top of my head so it didn’t bash against the wall. It didn’t stop him from continuing to absolutely demolish my pussy though.

“We don’t need to tell Aleeda that your brother in law put his cock in your princes parts,” he murmured delicately in my ear.

My eyes rolled back into my head at the words. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked for all it was worth. I imagined it was his cock and I was a content baby girl being fed the dick I loved so much. I didn’t think I’d ever want another. This was perfection.

“You love my cock don’t you baby girl? You want it so bad, and from your own brother in law,” he whispered to me.

“Oh damn, you treat your baby girl so well. Please tell me you wanted this, please tell me you like my pussy,” I whined. I was so needy for his approval.

“Yes baby, I want you like crazy. I wanted to stretch your little baby girl cunt out every time I went inside Aleeda . I couldn’t get hard for her. All I think about is my precious little sister in law.”

“Oh Reg, Reg, Reg, can I eat your cum every morning? I wanna guzzle it down. Please let your princess have your cum I think it would taste better than anything. Don’t give it to Aleeda, give it to me. I’ll always take it happily. I could even be sleeping Regulus just push your cock in and let your daughter take your fat load with all those eager semen churning inside me.”

“Fuck baby! You wanted this so badly!” He growled. He began to suck on my nipples. He was lapping and suckling.

“Is it so bad for a brother in law to want the ripe, fertile, unused, hairless pussy of a sweet girl. I deserve to taste those perky jiggling breasts. You wanted me so I own you. You’re completely mine now.”

“Oh Regulus, cunny feels funny, imma-“

“That’s it baby, let it out,” he encouraged as his cock just twitched and throbbed over and over. His huge adult balls slapped me as he continued to fuck into me.

“I can let go?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Yeah,” he groaned.

“On your cock? On my brother in law’s big cock?” I asked now.

“Oh fuck me, you better do it soon or I’m gonna lose it inside this underage cunt,” he growled.

“Yes sir,” I nodded almost hysterically. I was thrusting up to meet him now. I couldn’t stay still even for a moment. My legs flailed and I whimpered. I thought about how my own brother in law was balls deep inside me. I thought about how horrified and jealous Aleeda would be.

The feeling of fullness overwhelmed me then. I was gasping and whinging. I arched upwards as slick spurted from me. I felt pleasure all over even in my fucking teeth as I came undone completely.

“That’s my girl, I knew you could,” he praised me. “I bet that’s your first one ever too. You cunt feels so good fluttering around my dick. You’re doing so well.”

“Oh Reggggggg,” I moaned.

“Alright angel, I’m gonna pull out now. I can’t take it anymore,” he told me.

“No please!” I begged. “Cum inside me.”

“Baby,” he moaned. He really wanted to and I could tell.

“It’s so wrong Angel. What if you got all knocked up?” He asked rubbing my belly possessively.

“Would that be so bad, then I could be with you always,” I said with doe eyes.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tempting,” he said with a particularly hard thrust. His balls were so full and I wanted him to use me as relief.

“It’s not bad Reg, you’ve tried so hard to stay away from me,” I promised him, holding his face. “You have wanked and fucked Aleeda and have done everything that you could. You’ve earned it. Cum inside your baby girl. Let my princess parts feel the creamy load of a man.”

“FUCK!” He nearly roared. He moved even faster and finally he let out a deep groan and I was filled with sticky gooey perfection. I felt like I was drunk on the goodness of the huge load. I was smiling goofily as he fucked it deeper. I sighed in contentment, rubbing my stomach. I hoped my womb had gotten every single drop.

“I hope I get pregnant Regulus,” I said to him as he pulled out his coated cock. Strings of semen connected my pussy and my dad’s perfect dick. I beamed happily, I was finally, finally satiated. All along I’d just needed my Brother in laws cock.

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Hii!! Can you do a Wonka x Male!reader fic where reader owns a toy shop and makes toys? And Willy enters the toy shop and becomes friends with reader and then Willy would visit every now and then, and could it be like a slow burn? Thank you!

Toy shop

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

(should I make a part 2??)

A/N: omg i love this sm its so cute. s/n= shop name, also I have no clue how old noodle is but I’m gonna say like 12 just for the fic.

warnings: lots and lots of pining.. nothing rlly

“Where would you say, is the best place to go for Noodle’s present?” Willy asked Abacus one day after closing. He decided to pack up early to go run some errands, like buying some things for his apartment and also for Noodle.

It was almost Noodle’s birthday, and Willy had been making her her favorite chocolates but he felt like she deserved more. Besides, he had more money now.

“Mm… I passed by this toyshop not so long ago, its on that street somewhere. You can’t miss it.” He pointed, Willy smiled and thanked him, and began to walk over.

Now he wasn’t too sure on what to get a young girl. He hadn’t thought of it until he entered the shop.

You were smiling and helping a family out, pointing to an aisle. Your eyes then landed on the door, an oddly dressed man walked towards you. You smiled and greeted him.

“Hi, welcome to S/N, how can I help you?” You asked him.

He looked at you and smiled back. “Hi, I’m terrible at gift picking, forgive me.” Willy said with a small laugh. “But I was wondering if you could help me try and find a gift for a little girl? A 12 year old girl, to be exact.” He for some reason felt himself getting nervous as he talked, he’s never felt that before.

“No worries, I would love to help.” You said with a smile, you looked to one of your employees and asked for them to fill in for you for just a second.

“Of course, sir.”

“This place is…” Willy started as you walked through the aisles with him.

“Huge? Yeah. It used to be some old restaurant. It took a while for me to fix it up but..” you shrugged.

“You’re the owner?” He asked you, turning his head to you now. You nodded.

“That’s amazing. Oh- I’m Willy, Wonka.” He held his hand out for you to shake, you shook it and just the feeling of your hands made him feel like he was floating.

“Y/n.” You paused, the name sounding familiar.

“Wait, you’re that new chocolate shop owner, right?”

“That’s me.” He said with a grin, tipping his hat.

“That’s amazing, I went actually the other day, and just the outside looks beautiful, and the inside is just.. wow.”

“Really? I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah… so, uh, what does this girl like?”

“Not too sure. She’s been cooped up in work all her life, really. So I’m not sure she knows..”

“Working at 12?”

“It’s a.. long story. She hasn’t really been able to live a life.” He shrugged.

“Well, I think I have some ideas. We have dolls, tons of teddy bears, a lot of three wheeled bikes have been pretty popular as well. Like this one.” You gestured to one on display,

“Yeah. I think that’s perfect for her. How much is it?”

“5 sovereigns.” You responded, he thought for a moment and pulled out some.

“Only 5?” He was shocked, cheap for such a product.

You shrugged with a small smile. “I like to make sure that every kid has something they love.”

He smiled back at your thoughtfulness. He wished he had met someone like you when he was a kid.

You rang it up, and you both talked for a bit more after.

"It was nice to meet you, Y/n." he said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you as well, Willy."

And he could already tell this was not the last time he would be visiting your shop.

He visited one day after closing, and you had just closed up as well.

“Hey, Y/n!” He called your name, you turned around to see him running over to you.

“Willy?”

“The one and only.” He said with a small smile, and walked next to you. You both talking and laughing for a while, and he had asked to walk you home which you obviously said yes to.

The next time you both saw each other, he came into the store.

“Hey! So, did Noodle like it?” He had told you the name of his friend before.

“Hey! She loved it. She’s still learning, but you know..”

“I’m glad.” You said, looking into his eyes and felt yourself almost getting lost in them.

“What are you here for? Something else?” You questioned.

“Just wanted to talk.” He said, “you know, you’re a fun person to talk to.”

You quirked an eyebrow as you opened a door and motioned for him to come in behind the counter. You walked over to the break room and you both sat down.

“That’s a compliment I’ve never heard before.”

“It’s true.” He said, you laughed and shook your head to yourself.

“What?” He asked, laughing along.

“Nothing, nothing.” You waved it off, and you both smiled at each other for a while before one of your employees came up.

As she approached them, the woman stopped mid-sentence, feeling like she was interrupting something.

“Oh- yes?” You turned to her quickly, snapping out of it and feeling your cheeks heat up. Willy felt the same as his cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked the other way, trying to hide his large smile.

“There’s a customer asking for you…”

You sighed. “I’ll be right there.”

He watched you, following you as you got up and over to the counter.

“Hello, what seems to be the problem?” You asked.

“They’re wondering if they can get this fixed. I told them we wouldn’t know how-“ your employee started.

The little girl held up a broken wooden toy.

“We can’t afford another one..” her mom started.

“Luckily, I know exactly the solution to your problem.” You said, a small smile on your face as you swiped your hand over it, as it seemingly fixed itself, looking brand new.

The girls eyes widened as you handed it back. She looked up at you.

“Thank you, sir!”

“Of course.“

Willy watched from a distant, a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with the girl and her parents. You were amazing, in his eyes.

You turned around, your employee also seemed shocked at you as you walked back into the room with Willy.

“Well, I’m not even gonna ask how you did that.” Willy started.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” You held your finger to your lips, you both smiling at each other again.

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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

[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)

Hello! Welcome to my rewritten story for Dune and Kingdom Hearts!

Some things have changed, and the story has more added detail that helps with the story.

Regarding updates, they will be slower because I really want to explore a bit of the story, especially for future chapters. But I'll try to update as soon as I can.

As shown up above, this is the male version of the chapter! The female version was published yesterday (Monday). The female and male verison will have some differences (if you read both of them) to show the different actions taken by the characters. This will mostly affect the intimacy part of the story and not really the actual plot.

One more thing, I was inspired to write this story after reading a fanfiction I read on Wattpad that is just phenomenal! My story follows the format of it (most of the time), but it's a completely different story!

I'll link the book here if you are interested in reading it!

With all of that out of the way,

Hope you enjoy the first chapter! ♥️

Dreams are messages from the deep.

“My planet, Arrakis, is so beautiful when the sun is low. Rolling over the sands… You can see spice in the air. At nightfall, the spice harvesters land.

The outsiders and their army of demons race against time to avoid the heat of the day. They ravaged our lands in front of our eyes. Their cruelty to my people is all I've known.

These outsiders, The Harkonnens, came long before I was born. But their demon army only came recently with them.

By controlling the spice production, they become obscenely rich. Richer than the Emperor himself.

Our warriors couldn't free Arrakis from the Harkonnens, or the demons that lurk in the shadows, but one day, by the imperial decree, they were gone.

Why did the Emperor choose this path? And who will our next oppressors be?”

〰️

Chapter 1: Accepting a Deal

〰️

Year 10191

CALADAN, Homeworld of House Atreides

“I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like is any of this for real… or not?”

A (straight/curly/wavy) (hair color) boy slowly woke up. The soft glow from the light in his room, ridding him of any feeling of sleep.

He sat up, running his fingers through his hair. He looked around, seeing the familiar room he was given when he was a kid.

“It was… just a dream.” He whispered.

〰️

Meanwhile, a young boy was lying on a bed, shirtless, asleep, but tossed and turned a little as he dreamed. He was dreaming about something. Or rather, someone. His (Hair Color) hair gently blowing in the wind. He turned towards him, his beautiful sapphire blue eyes sparkling with happiness as he smiled widely.

His beautiful best friend since they were kids, the boy who is always the light of his life. (Your Name).

However, there was someone else with him. It was another girl that wore a different outfit compared to (Your Name). The boy didn't know who this was, for he could only see the side of her face. But he knew that he had dreamed of her before, too.

The boy's hazel green eyes opened, groaning softly, sitting up as the moving light came and shined against his shirtless form. He sat up in his bed, looking down.

‘What could that dream mean?’ He thought to himself.

〰️

The same young boy was now in a dining room, sitting at the table, deep in thought as he ate his breakfast.

An older woman who sat at the end of the table spoke up, breaking him out of his thoughts. “It's good you're up early. I just wish (Your Name) could be too.”

〰️

(Your Name) stood outside, in a loose gray long sleeve, baggy black Capri pants, and his boots were off, placed by a rock.

He dipped his feet into the large, cool body of water, walking until the water was halfway to his calves. He looked out towards the horizon, in deep thought.

〰️

“Your father wants you two in full dress before the Emperor's Herald arrives.”

The brunet boy raised his head up at this news, “Full dress? Military?”

“Ceremonial.” Jessica, the woman's name and his mother replied.

Paul let out a sigh. “Why would we have to go through all this when it's already been decided?” Paul asked.

“Ceremony.” Jessica simply replied.

The doors to the room suddenly opened, making the two at the dining table turn. Paul's lips lifted up into a smile at who was standing there. (Your Name).

“Ah…” (Your Name) chuckled awkwardly. “So sorry I'm late.” The boy walked over to the spot between Paul and Jessica.

“Nice to see you here (Your Name). And with shoes on this time.” Jessica lightly teased her son-like figure. She knew this boy since he was around five years old. She remembered the day the first time she brought him to Caladan.

〰️

Jessica was out late at night, having trouble sleeping. The sky was dark, stars twinkling, and the moon being the only thing providing light, making anything the light shone on glow a soft blue.

She walked along a beach that Caladan was known for when she saw what looked like a shooting star in the sky. But she saw it was falling towards the ground, not going across the sky like a shooting star normally would.

She watched the bright light and splash into a large body of water she was near. She walked closer to the water, her feet touching the soft sand. What she saw made her eyes widen.

What fell into the water was not a rock. But a child. He looked very young, like about five years old. He wore a white loose shirt with black shorts and no shoes.

Acting fast, she took off the cloak she was wearing and grabbed the wet, unconscious child and carried him back to the castle to be taken care of.

Jessica walked towards one of the spare rooms, requesting one of their servants to find clothes for the child. The female servant did what she was told while Jessica laid the child on the bed.

She got a closer look at the boy. He had (Hair Color) hair, (Skin Color) skin, all wet from landing in the water. She frowned and stroked the boy's wet hair.

This action caused the child to stir and mumble. Jessica watched the child slowly come to. When he opened his eyes, however, Jessica felt her heartbeat increase.

The boy's eyes were a deep blue. Like the color of sapphires or cobalt.

Jessica knew then that she needed to keep this boy safe.

〰️

(Your Name) chuckled shyly at Jessica's teasing, playing with the silver charm on his silver necklace; shaped like a small crown. He smiled back and then looked over to his best friend, who was already staring at her. Before he sat down, he greeted Paul with a gentle hug. The male smiled softly at his friend and hugged him back.

Once (Your Name) was seated and eating his breakfast, Jessica told him what she had just told Paul. The boy was confused as to why they were having a ceremony, but he gave Jessica a nod before he resumed eating. Jessica poured a glass of water for (Your Name) and slid the glass to him. The (Hair Color) haired boy thanked her quietly.

Jessica did the same for Paul, “Thank you.” The boy whispered. Jessica replied, “If you want it, make me give it to you. Use the Voice.”

(Your Name) guessed that Jessica wanted Paul to use the voice to bring him the water.

“Mom, I just woke up.” Paul protested in a gruffy, morning voice.

Jessica just stared at her son making Paul roll his eyes as he reluctantly agreed to try. He turned his body in the chair to use the voice, “Give me the water.”

It came out more like a soft, raspy whisper than what it was intended to be.

(Your Name) let out a muffled giggle at Paul's weak attempt. “The glass can't hear you. Say it to your mother.” He whispered.

Paul gave the boy a look before looking back at his mother. Seconds felt like minutes. The atmosphere shifted to stillness as (Your Name) watched Paul and Jessica stare at each other intensely, waiting for Paul to use the Voice again.

Moments later, his lips moved.

“Give me the water.”

The voice came out gruffier and a bit distorted. But it did its magic. Jessica took the glass and pushed it towards Paul a little. But as quickly she was under the spell, she quickly snapped out of it. She pushed the glass of water closer to Paul.

“Almost.”

“Almost?”

Paul's voice was back to its normal pitch.

“Bene Gesserit skills take years to learn, Paul.” Jessica told her son as he reached out and grabbed the glass.

(Your Name) nodded. Even though he wasn't being taught to use the Bene Gesserit, he understood its complexity and why it's important to master.

Jessica observed her son before speaking again. “You look tired. More dreams?”

(Your Name) raised an eyebrow in confusion. He looked at his friend with worry. ‘Has he been dreaming too?’ He thought to himself.

Paul shook his head, muttering, “No.” Then he went back to eating.

“What about you, (Your Name)? Have you been dreaming?” Jessica asked.

The boy looked down before muttering, “No.”

〰️

“Extreme temperatures and treacherous weather events make life outside the cities of Arrakis truly hostile.” A robotic voice came from a recording that laid on the ground and showed visuals of what they were talking about.

After breakfast, the two childhood best friends decided to spend some time studying before they had to head to the ceremony.

The recorded voice from the video played as Paul had a book in his hands about the Fremen, reading it as his back leaned against (Your Name)’s torso. The boy was in a kneeling position, his arms were wrapped around Paul's neck, forearms resting on top of his shoulders. His head was on top of Paul's, silently reading along with him, occasionally nuzzling his nose into the boy's curly hair. He was only half paying attention, focused on looking at the book, listening to the recording, and trying to be as close to Paul as possible.

“With sandworms powerful enough to cut through metal. Only the native tribes known as the Freman and one other special person, that hasn't been seen nor born for centuries known as the Haris Aldaw’ have adapted well enough to survive.”

(Your Name)’s attention was diverted when he heard that name. Haris Aldaw’. He moved his head off of Paul’s. He has heard that name before. From where, he wasn't too sure.

Paul turned his head to look at the (Hair Color) haired boy, his hazel green eyes showing worry. “(Your Name), are you okay?”

The (Hair Color) haired boy blinked before nodding. “Yeah. I'm alright. Don't worry.” He replied to the boy.

Paul let one of his hands go from holding the book, grabbing one of (Your Name)’s hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. (Your Name) welcomed the comforting pressure and did it back to him. But to his surprise, Paul pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Then, Paul turned his friend's hand to show his inner wrist and placed a kiss on the spot, too.

The (Hair Color) haired boy felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks at the gesture. Now flustered, he looked away shyly.

Paul let his hand go and smirked to himself before he continued reading.

“Preferring to inhabit the remotest regions of Arrakis the Freman share the deep desert with the giant sandworms, known to the Fremen as Shai-Hulud. Long exposure to spice has given the tribe their characteristic blue eyes, the eyes of Ibad.”

‘I wonder if it's as blue as my eyes.’ (Your Name) thought to himself, his focus back on the book and the recording.

“Little else is known of the Freman except that they have some sort of power that controls the Earth and the Freman are dangerous and unreliable. On the other hand, much is known about the Haris Aldaw’. They are known to control elements and have other magical abilities such as being able to glide.”

(Your Name) bit her bottom lip. ‘My dream last night was about gliding… and falling.’ He thought to himself again.

“Freman Attacks make spice harvesting extremely hazardous. For the Freman spice is the sacred hallucinogen which preserves life and brings enormous health benefits. For the imperium the spice is used by the navigators of the spacing guild to find safe paths between the stars. Without spice, interstellar travel is impossible, making it by far the most valuable substance in the universe.” The voice recording concluded.

〰️

(Your Name) and Paul were now standing outside, dressed nicely for the ceremony, both dressed similarly.

The (Hair Color) haired boy turned his head to look at the bearded man in the center. Duke Leto Atreides. The man he saw as his father for many years now. He remembered when he first came to Caladan, he was confused as to how he got here and where he came from. Jessica had explained the situation, and the Duke didn't want to believe the tale, but when he saw how adamant she was, he believed her.

He took him in and cared for him like he was one of his own kids, raising him alongside Paul. Teaching him many things like reading and writing, alongside Lady Jessica. He couldn't be more graceful to the two for taking him in.

The Duke turned his head and saw the (Hair Color) haired boy looking at him. He gave the boy a subtle nod to him; a gesture he returned to him, a gentle smile on his face.

An enormous oval shaped ship landed on the ground. The ramp was placed down as the important people walked out from it. They were wearing their house clothes and walking respectfully towards them. (Your Name) wasn't exactly sure who they were but knew they were of utmost importance if they were coming to speak with the Atreides.

“Smile Gurney.” The Duke said, looking forward at the approaching visitors, his tone calm but with a touch of joking as he spoke to his trusted member.

“I am smiling.” Gurney replied monotonously, a blank expression on his always serious looking face.

(Your Name) bit his bottom lip to suppress a snicker from escaping his lips. Paul looked at him in mild amusement.

The Duke shook his head at Gurney’s deadpan response, “How much will it cost them traveling all this way for this formality?”

“Three Guild navigators and a total of 1,460,062 Solaris for this round trip.” Another trusted advisor answered beside the Duke. The Duke turned his attention back to the new visitors.

(Your Name) watched as a member of the group that arrived from the ship bow to the Duke, “By the grave of Shaddam IV of the House Corrino, ascendant to the Golden Lion Throne of Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe, I stand before you as Herald of the Change. We are witnessed by members of the Imperial Court, representatives of the Spacing Guild, and a sister of the Bene Gesserit. The Emperor has spoken.” He pulled out a scroll, unrolling it before he read, “House Atreides shall immediately take control of Arrakis and serve as its steward.” The member closed the scroll. Do you accept?

The Duke took a couple long strides, stopping at the top of the stairs, “We are House Atreides. There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. The Emperor asks us to bring peace to Arrakis! House Atreides accepts!”

“Atreides! Atreides! Atreides!” The soldiers that stood everywhere, representing House Atreides, started chanting as the Duke made his way down the stairs to sign the paper.

Before he does, the Duke looks back at his son and (Your Name), seeing them both giving him a subtle nod in agreement, silently approving him. They watched him sign the paper using his signet ring.

As he did, (Your Name) felt a feeling in his stomach that he couldn't quite place. Like a feeling of unease. He wasn't sure why he felt it just now. ‘Probably from all the people staring at us.’ He thought to himself.

“So it is done?” Leto asked the Herald.

“It's done.” The Herald responded, face blank, not showing any emotion.

Once the deal was finalized, (Your Name) scooted closer to Paul, pressing his right arm against Paul's left one. The curly haired boy looked at the boy. He gave him a gentle smile, which he returned in kind.

He always liked Paul's smile. Paul thought the same thing about him.

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[mattykay]

> hi i'm matt <

this feels awkward to say but i'm a boy? that's gotten confused before sooo just wanted to say that?

i will post fanfics and head canons as well as things about music, movies, shows and such

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i also struggle with a mood disorder and other issues so posting may be in frequent at times so keep that in mind when placing requests, but i usually can keep up

i really love: umbrella academy, billie eilish, bones and all, the scream movies, call me by your name, horror in general, slashers if you want to be specific, euphoria, little women, the last of us, lana del rey, deftones, wonka 2023, juno, SLC punk and others

i am a CHRONIC timothee chalamet and jeremy allen white fanboy

characters i kin/relate to are: stu macher, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, rue bennett, lee (bones and all), willy wonka, lip gallagher

i also really love having moots so please feel free to ask or follow me and if your blog has similar interest to mine then i'll probably follow back

[mel-vaz]

Master List

Timothee Chalamet

Multiple parts

The King Wife

Mood board

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Oneshots

SNL

Harry Potter

Slytherin Gang

The Black Brother's Sister

Scobby-doo

Mood Board

Beware the beast from below

[supercap2319]

Lee (bones and all) x male reader

Where he was planning on eating him but instead chose to keep him after seeing how pretty he was.

Forces reader to wear a collar with his name on it so he knows who he belongs to.

Y/N wondered how it all went so wrong. How he ended up in this position that he had gotten himself into. It had all been perfectly innocent. He met this real cute guy at the carnival. Tore jeans, dark hair with just a tint of pink in it. He was a total knockout. He called himself Lee and said he was taking a break from his girlfriend. That was an invitation if Y/N's ever heard one before.

They had agreed to meet in the corn fields near an old abandoned barn, where they both engaged in sinful kisses and touches as Lee slowly helped Y/N take off his clothes while he was only in his underwear. The other male got behind him and put his hands down Y/N's underwear, stroking him off as he moaned and whined for him. "Oh, fuck, Lee, please?" Y/N begged.

Lee smirked. He knew he could make anyone moan for him, but this wasn't what he wanted. He needed to eat and he was hungry.

"Oh, fuck. I'm so close. I'm gonna…"

He didn't get to finish as Lee pushed him down and got on top of him, a knife in his hand as he licked his lips. Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, fear on his face. "What are you doing?! Please don't hurt me." He began to struggle against him and that only seemed to excite Lee more. He was getting turned on by this and if he was being honest, it would be such a shame to kill this one for a meal. Maybe he could get more out of this guy.

That thought excited Lee as he brought something from the back of his jeans, and before Y/N could protest, it was securely fastened to his neck. Y/N reached up and touched the foreign object around his neck as he realized what it was. A collar. Like one's dogs wore.

"Lee, what are you…?"

"You are now mine, my pet. And you belong to me and only me now. You're never leaving my side again. Now, finish yourself off. We have to get going."

Y/N didn't like the sound of that, but nonetheless he grabbed his cock and jerked himself off before he came all over his hands and stomach as Lee smirked.

"Good pet."

[hernakedmuse]

A Week in New York

Act I Scene III

Disclaimer: Gay sexual activities.

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After that first kiss we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

He wanted to walk through central park with me, but Timothée said the paparazzi and fans are much more persistent than the ones in Los Angeles. It's a foreign concept to me, growing up in L.A., you're friends with at least one person with a connection, they're just people.

He took me to his midtown apartment, it was exactly how I imagined it. Very stylish and a lot of black. I barely had time to look more for he had me against his wall next to a Pollock. The rest of the day went like that.

We forgot about lunch and food, just dining on the taste of his tongue and neck, teeth, and hair. It was eleven at night when we came up for air, and with a large intake of breath and a scratchy voice he declared himself famished, and ordered Chinese.

It was four in the morning when he reluctantly gave into my pleading to return to the west village to my cousins. I had texted Gianni, he knows of my whereabouts and with whom.

When I walked through the door from the uber that Timothée had gotten me, I rested my back against the door looking around my cousin's empty apartment wondering why the hell I left the warm lap of the actor.

I stripped down to nothing and headed into the shower that cost more than my rent back home, showering the day off of me in melancholy, washing away Timothée's greedy kisses and hungry grips.

The suds of my rose jam shower gel may have washed away his scent, the nail bites from my waist may have faded, but I couldn't wash away the memory of his touch, his mouth, his sounds and sighs…

My hand slowly moved down my smooth chest, taking its time down my belly, heading south to the naked skin of my groin. My fingers were too small to emulate his, but as I stroked my hardness, I imagined him anyway.

After a rather steamy shower, I cried. I'm so stupid, but I can't help it.

I gulped away the salty tears I swallowed. I just met him, we had a fairytale day for sure but to cry over the guy because I had to go was…stupid.

And then there was the doorbell.

What the hell?

What kind of psycho rings someone's doorbell at five thirty in the morning?

Apparently I have no self preservation skills at all, because I got up heading over to answer it. Well not right away.

I stood on my toes to look through the peephole, and gasped when I saw Timothée. He looked around nervously, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

I opened the door and he took in the sight of me in my yellow towel, noting how it didn't completely close around my thighs.

Nothing was said, he was just panting like he ran a marathon, his hands resting on the walls of the entryway as his thick eyebrows furrowed, his greenish Hazel eyes darkening as he stared at me.

He stormed forward and ripped the towel from my body as if it offended him somehow.

I squeaked as he grabbed my backside aggressively as he kissed me like his intention was to steal away my last breath. His tongue licked every cavern of my mouth, his thick hardness was only hidden by his sweats, stroked against my naked, dripping, hard cock.

He nipped my lip and sucked down my cheek, bit down my neck, licked down to my chest as she backed me up to Gianni's Philo sectional. We collapsed, with him on top of me and as he devoured my neck I helped rip off his clothes, eager to feel his soft skin against mine.

I felt brainless as his tongue and teeth worked on the sweet spot of my neck. I was completely distracted when he took his index and middle finger, and pushed them past my lips. Immediately, I wrapped my tongue around his ring adorn fingers, my eyes rolled back as I sucked them like I would to that huge cock of his. I felt a light tape against my cheek, my eyes focused up at his beautiful face, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his heavily hooded eyes. I felt our cocks twitch together, his overpowering mine. I tried to look down to see it but he tapped my cheek again. "Keep going." His voice was scratchy with ragged breathing. "Don't stop until I say stop. Nod if you understand."

I nodded, bobbing his fingers in my mouth. He brushed back my hair and slowly thrust his fingers deeper.

I felt him push his sweats down completely, I felt a thick, rock hard, nude piece of flesh slap against my stiffness and whined around his fingers. He smirked. "Look at you, such a good little boy. No hesitation, just sucked on those fingers so fast."

I felt him push them down my throat, I gagged a bit but kept going. His mouth parted letting a gasp of his own escape as his eyebrows furrowed.

He grinded his cock more against mine, I felt drippings onto mine, shocked that his head was already weeping. "I can't wait to see those fucking blow pop lips wrapped around my cock, would you like that honey? Have you thought about it like I have? Fantasized about the smell of my skin, creating a sea of saliva at my feet as I fuck that gorgeous face of yours?" His voice was breathy and the tone became deeper. He rubbed against me faster, oh God I was going to cum if he kept this all up.

My saliva soaked and dripped down his fingers and hands and abruptly, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. I let out a loud gasp and coughed a bit. He grabbed my face, smashing his lips against mine.

As he sat back and pulled into his lap, he slapped my ass with a very wet hand before gripping the flesh painfully, oh it was so delicious. My thighs were shaking, my voice was quivering as he stabbed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled his mouth back with a loud smacking noise and a dirty, elongated mmm, before pushing me onto my back.

He hovered above just as naked as I am now, and I had the privilege of taking in his Apollonian physique. He's long, lean, with sinewy muscle, a perfect runner's build. Flawless creamy skin with freckles here and there, a thin fuzzy trail that guided me right down to the longest cock I have ever seen, with a nice, big sack supporting it. Saliva pooled in my mouth again.

He gripped my jaw. My damp curls only blocked my teary vision a little. With his grip, his ring held thumb gently stroked my soft jaw, his eyelashes brushed against his cheekbones. "Open." His thumb caressed my bruised bottom lip as he said the magic words, and I did, I parted my lips wide. Hungry for absolutely anything he was ready to give me.

His mouth hovered over mine, I watched his cheeks move as he gathered enough saliva to spit into my mouth. The string of spittle took some time to stretch down to my mouth, but when I tasted his wet spit in my mouth, I swallowed it so fast.

He groaned and humped against me. "You're starving for anything I got to give you aren't you? Absolutely greedy for me." He mused as he gently grabbed my little length. I bucked my hips with a pathetic whine. "So perfect, the perfect body. More beautiful than any man or woman, so sweet for me." He moaned as he stroked me, and I whimpered as I bucked my hips. "Look at you, all needy for me, humping into my hand my little baby." When he took his hand away I cried out.

But then he opened my legs, spreading the plump cheeks of my ass. I wiggled and he slapped my left cheek causing me to squeak. "Patience baby, be good for daddy okay?" It was a tender sort of sternness he spoke with.

I nodded and forced myself to relax. When he licked the skin between my pouch and rectum, I let out a choked cry and gripped the pillows on the sectional. Then his tongue lapped down to my hole and I felt myself pulse. I gasped and tugged on his curls.

He swirled his tongue around my rosebud, it was so hard to not squirm it felt so good it felt like nothing else I have ever experienced. Then he had the audacity to suck on my puckered hole, my cock twitched and I writhed beneath these physical attentions as he penetrated his tongue through I gasped. "G-g-gonna c-please- daddy!"

It slipped, I didn't mean to say the word but it just happened, and I thought I messed up when he removed his tongue from me. But he looked up at me with a wet chin and dark eyes as he pressed one wet finger inside of my entrance. I let out a sob as he wiggled it in deep, and then slipped in the second. Moving them in scissoring motions, knuckle deep and hitting my p-spot over and over. My eyes rolled back and my tongue rolled out. I couldn't think it was like my brain activity was just not there, he pounded his long, ring wearing fingers knuckle deep inside of me. I was sure my screams weren't even in English.

He pounded so hard my body moved and I was cumming hard it went everywhere.

My bones feel so heavy, I felt heavy. I couldn't stop panting and Timothée slowly, with a lewd wet noise pulled out those long fingers sucking them before licking up my essence from my skin. If he didn't stop I'd be overstimulated.

His soft lips kissed up my body to my lips as he pulled me into his arms against his body, his big hands moving down to my ass, as I fell against him. He kissed up my neck to my ear before sucking on my lobe. "Ready for something bigger in that mouth?"

[starlightsuffered]

I’m Not Gay

Info - queer fic, slight homophobia, first gay experience, slight dub con, anal sex, British reader, trying not to cum, stepbrothers, drinking alcohol, compulsive heterosexuality, licking up cum, sharing cum in kiss

We hadn’t hit it off right away, but neither had we hated one another. It was just facts that we weren’t truly family. I was willing to be kind to him, but I wasn’t about to tell him my deepest secrets and pretend we’d grown up together.

Lee was sweet, and seemed to be coping with our new situation well. We weren’t even a year apart in age. I supposed this helped, but we wouldn’t have ever been mistaken for twins.

Despite how odd it felt for our parents to have fallen into a whirl wind romance and to have a new stepbrother, something about Lee intrigued me. When he brushed past me, my skin tingled. When he laughed I felt my heart do flips. I’d even had some….. odd dreams about him which had made me wake up very confused and light headed.

It was our parents’ first weekend away from the house. I’d expected him to immediately call over some mates for a party. He was wiry, good looking, and undoubtedly popular. I’d retreated to my room to read. To my surprise he’d come in unannounced, said he’d gotten some liquor and we needed to do some bonding.

I was now sitting awkwardly in my olive green shirt and black boxers. My cheeks were red because Lee wore no shirt, just sitting in his pants. He said there was no way he was wearing unnecessary items of clothing in the heat wave.

I would’ve done the same if I felt comfortable in my body. I had let my gaze fall to his abdomen several times during this little get together. However, what I felt was somehow more than envy. I couldn’t place these odd feelings, and I squirmed in my seat.

“Truth or drink,” Lee said lightly, handing me some booze.

“Well I hold my liquor well, and I don’t really like to talk about myself-“

“You hold your liquor well, see, didn’t even have to bargain for that piece of information,” Lee said smugly. He winked at me and I was on fire. I let out a huff of irritation.

“I’m a Brit mate, of course I do,” I shot back. I wasn’t sure if I liked how easily he disarmed me.

“You’re a big sports guy? Rugby, I assume,” I said quickly, so he couldn’t be the first to pose a question.

“Not really my darkest secret,” he chuckled. “It was dancing when I was younger, soccer. I’ve never played rugby.”

“So, how about you? Do you like sports?” He asked.

“Do I look like I play sports?” I grumbled.

“You do that a lot you know,” Lee said casually.

“Do what?”

“Self deprecate,” he shrugged.

“Yeah well I’m-“

“British, I know, but you could give yourself a bit more credit,” Lee added.

We went back and forth trading information. He seemed sweet and I was surprised he was giving me the time of day. I had to take a couple shots but he hadn’t asked me anything too crazy.

“First time with a guy?” He asked with a smirk.

“Never,” I shrugged. I was used to people thinking I was gay.

“You don’t need to lie, you could’ve just drank,” Lee chuckled.

“I don’t need to. I’ve never been with a guy. I’m straight,” I ended my announcement with a shrug.

“No way,” Lee shook his head. He was in awe apparently.

“I like girls,” I insisted.

“And boys,” Lee continued.

“No!” I said, feeling a blush creep onto my face. Why did this man insisting I liked boys make me feel so odd? Something was stirring inside me and I didn’t know what to make of it.

“You’re tell me you don’t think about cock?” Lee teased.

“No, I don’t,” I shot back.

“And what one would feel like in your tight hole.”

“Stop it!” I actually stood up in anger. It wasn’t all anger though. There was some other underlying feeling that I couldn’t place.

Lee stood too. He wasn’t a tall man but he towered over me. Fuck, he smelled good and he was very close to me.

“Then let me fuck you,” he said. I nearly fell back on my ass in shock.

“What?” I demanded.

“I bet I can make you cum,” he chuckled.

“That’s a horrible idea!” My voice was getting higher pitched by the second.

“Why?”

“For one, we’re step brothers,” I exclaimed exasperatedly. I threw my hands up, hoping he’d drop this.

“We’re not blood related and we weren’t raised together or anything,” Lee rolled his eyes.

“Why do you even care about this?” I snapped.

“It’s a challenge,” he said with a growing smirk. “I’ve never not been able to make someone cum. How’s this, if I can, you have to do my laundry for a month.”

“Is this the Disney channel?” I asked.

“I don’t think step brothers do this on that show,” he winked.

“It’s not like you’d get it anyway,” I spat. “I won’t cum because I don’t like men.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem should it?” Lee challenged.

“I guess not,” I hedged, unsure why I was even giving this any sort of chance.

Before I knew it Lee had lube in his hand, and was taking off his clothes. I felt a bit self conscious and opted to keep my shirt on. He said it didn’t matter, I’d cum shirt on or off. He was one cheeky bastard.

He was tanned and ripped to the gods. His curls fell in front of his face. His dick was uncut and thick. I noticed the maroon tip was already glossy. Without even thinking I licked my lips.

“How do you, I mean what do I…..” I trailed off as I looked at him. I hated to say my own cock twitched. I prayed Lee hadn’t seen.

“What do you mean?” Lee asked, hands on his hips. This only served to show off his body better.

“Like what position…” I mumbled.

“As if you haven’t thought about exactly how you’d like a man to take your hole,” Lee said rolling his eyes.

“For the last time! I am not Ga-“

He crashed his lips to mine. I expected all hard angles, nothing like a women. Instead he was warm and surprisingly soft. His hands went to my hips automatically. He was so confident in this, while my cheeks burned like an inferno.

“I-“

I couldn’t get the word out because I didn’t know what I’d been about to say. I felt like I needed to protest again. I wanted to let him know I wasn’t enjoying this. The truth was, I was, immensely. All the heat was exciting and enthralling.

“Y/n,” he moaned to my utter surprise. His dick was poking my stomach. I wanted to let out a noise but I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t even bi. This was so dumb.

He was unabashed with his own sounds. Low groans sounded in his chest that I was flush against. Slowly his hands moved south. He gripped my ample ass. I sucked in a breath. I felt like every sound I made an admittance of defeat. I wanted to win something in my life, even if it was a fight against my own sexuality.

A finger pressed firmly against my hole. I panted once. He moved his hand away and I missed it immediately. He broke our kiss to suck a digit. His brown eyes did not leave mine. My cock twitched. I felt weak in my knees. I didn’t dare fall to them, that would insinuate that I wanted to suck that big, thick, veiny- NO.

Soon, the wet digit was entering my hole. He worked the tightness open. He was getting so far in on his first try. He must’ve been with a lot of virgin men before. Fuck, why did that turn me on?

“You like that?” He breathed.

“It’s fine,” I choked out. I felt like I was on the brink of something. He was being too nice. I was waiting for the mocking and teasing. I was prepped for the merciless goading, but he seemed to be enjoying taking the virginity of a little straight boy.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

“I don’t, fffuck, have to listen to you,” I gasped. He rolled his eyes and picked me up. He gave an exasperated huff as he tossed me onto the couch. I didn’t know what overcame me as I automatically spread my legs. It felt natural and right.

“Take off your shirt,” he said as he knelt in the opening of my thighs.

“Why?” I asked. I was feeling self conscious about my body as I looked at his.

“Because you’re gonna cum all over your nice shirt if you don’t take it off. I’d like it to be on your stomach. Maybe we can share the load then.”

“I’m not going to cum,” I insisted.

“I don’t know why you keep resisting y/n. You’re so small and tight and soft, a perfect little cock sleeve for a man,” he said with an adorable quirk of his head. I felt my whole body turn red.

“See I knew you’d like that,” he chuckled. Before I could respond he was removing my shirt. I was completely naked in front of him now. As if he couldn’t resist he bent down and kissed my tummy. My happy trail was wet with his saliva. I wanted to close my legs, forget this had ever happened like it’d been a weird dream. I also wanted to cherish every moment.

“Get ready,” he hummed.

“Raw?” I squeaked.

“It’ll feel the best. Don’t worry I’m clean. You can trust your step brother,” he winked.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned. Lee looked beyond pleased. He nudged his uncut magenta coloured head at my hole.

He pushed the veiny length into my now slightly looser hole. Slowly, slowly, he was pressing and I was full. I couldn’t believe how full I was. It was like his dick was spreading through my stomach and bumping against my heart. I had to make a concentrated effort to not let my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Lee moaned. He braced his strong arms on either side. The first thrust of his hips was pure heaven. They began to piston at a quick rate. His grunts filled my ears. My legs spread involuntarily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so ripe and pure, first time getting dick and it belongs to your own step brother,” he growled.

“I-I, ugggghhh,” I couldn’t breathe. I was in a different world. All I knew was fullness and pleasure.

“Let me touch your dick, please,” he wailed. He was so lost in my hole already. I couldn’t believe I affected him this way. I was begging myself not to enjoy this, not to want it more than anything in the world at this moment.

“N-n-no,” my voice vibrated from the wild thrusts.

“Come on, fuck, come on,” he was pleading with me. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs farther apart. I couldn’t help it now. A small whine left my parted lips.

“That’s it, I knew you’d like it,” he cooed. He didn’t seem cocky even, just relieved that I was enjoying the pounding.

“Lee!”

“Let me touch it,” he asked again.

“Oh, f-f-fuck, fine,” I cried out. He was beaming now. His large hand wrapped around my cock. He began to yank it furiously. Wetness was pooling and I couldn’t help it one bit. The schlicking sound filled the room and fuck I could feel him throbbing inside me. His hips were still slamming my ass as he went balls deep over and over.

“Damn, bloody hell, you sure this thick piece of meat has never been inside a man?” He asked me.

“Never, because I’m not-“

“Shut, up, just, fucking, shut UP!” He nearly screamed, punctuating each word with a thrust.

“I don’t wanna hear you don’t like cock, because you’re as wet as a fucking whore,” he whispered.

“Lee,” I murmured in shock.

“I’m not playing anymore, I’m going to fucking cum in your ass,” he growled. He was leaning over me now. He forced his lips on mine. I pushed against his chest but he didn’t back off.

“You love it,” he whispered. “You love it.”

It was like an incantation that worked on me. I became more pliable with every repetition. He continued to snap his hips as he kissed me with longing tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, I love this. I’m going to cum,” he groaned.

“Not inside,” I said weakly. It convinced neither of us.

“Yes, inside!” He bellowed. Warm cum began to shoot inside me. It was a feeling I’d never thought I’d enjoy. I wasn’t too full or messy. I was in pure nirvana. Rope after rope of jock spunk was filling me up over and over.

“I, fffffuuu,” I moaned. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. I couldn’t string words together. I was cum drunk, and for the first time, I might’ve been far gone enough to admit it.

“That’s it,” he said gently. “Come on y/n. Let go, let go for a man, it’s okay.”

“I c-can’t-“ I felt like I could almost cry but I felt so good.

“No, it’s okay, feel me fuck this load deeper,” he coaxed me. He was still pumping in and out of me. My legs spread even more. I looked down at my quivering cock.

“Please pull out,” I begged as he hit the sweet spot over and over.

“Why?” Lee huffed desperately.

“Pull out,” I whined in the most bratty tone I’d ever used.

“Why?” He demanded of me.

“Because I’m gonna cum, alright? I’m going to fucking CUM!”

“Cum.”

It was the most simple, easy, plain command in the world, but I think I was addicted to him. My body obeyed. I arched upwards. I couldn’t help focusing on the place where his dick was still up my ass. My cock bounced and painted my stomach white. I was whimpering like a fucking slut as I came. I was so, so, so gay.

“See,” Lee said with a huge grin. “I knew I could.”

He dipped down and licked a stripe through the puddle. He lifted his face and kissed me. My own cum swirled around our mouthes. I was unabashed now, moaning and drooling into the kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and my hands dove into his hair. I felt like I could never separate from him now. I wanted my insides to be the shape of his cock.

“Make it a little easier on me next time baby,” he chuckled. As he kissed my cheeks.

“My step brother just came inside my ass,” I moaned.

“Your step brother is going to be doing a lot more to you, trust me on that,” he winked.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[gh0stsp1d3r]

If you want you should definitely make a part 2! :3

The second part could be where male!reader shows Willy how he makes the toys and then they chould chat for a while and the rest is up to you! You don't have to do part 2 if your too busy or anything else! But Im really happy that you could do my request! :]

𝒯ℴ𝓎𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ

part 1

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

a/n: I’d love to! Also sorry this took awhile to finish, was trying to do some school project and some work and I was on a trip ): thank you for being patient 😽

“So, do you make them or..?” The man inquired suddenly, looking around your shop again. He was curious to know more about you, he felt something he’s never felt before with you.

“I do make some, actually.” You smiled. “Let me show you something..” you stood up, and he followed behind you and into a back room.

“This, is my workshop.” You opened the door, and he was marveling at it all. The machines working and putting them in boxes, it was like a child’s dream in here.

“It’s amazing in here..” Willy said, looking back at you now. He looked into your eyes for a moment, and his face grew hot when you looked back at him with a smile he found so sweet. He turned his head and his cheeks were now tinted a pink.

You noticed, smiling to yourself. You both walked back outside and he was going to leave before he turned around and started talking.

“You can say no, but I was just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner someday..? Sorry. It’s random-“

“Willy.” You tried to stop his rambling.

“And I’m gonna go now-“

“Willy. I’d love to.” You said, his embarrassment washed away when you said those words, a large smile on his face now.

“Thank you. Would uh… Friday work for you?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll see you then.” He said, mostly to himself.

“See you.” You said, he turned around and walked away.

You laughed to yourself as he walked away, whisper yelling to himself and happily walking down the street.

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And Friday came, he visited you the day before that and you both had hung out. He felt happy when he was with you, he felt something he’s rarely felt. Although he couldn’t put his finger on it…

He found himself always wanting to be with you, and you him. You knew you liked him, you knew the second he had walked in asking for help.

“You ready?” He asked you, you nodded.

“You look great.. by the way.” He said, once you both started walking to the restaurant.

“Thanks. You do too.” You said, turning your head to look at him again. You gave him a smile and you both looked ahead again.

He opened the doors for you, motioning for you to enter and you thanked him with a smile. Such a gentleman.

You both got a table and you sat down from across from him, the candles lit and the orange glow coming from the lights made it all the more romantic.

“If you don’t mind me asking, I was just wondering, why did you decide to come here out of all places?” You asked him after a while of talking. You both had begun to eat now.

“It all started with my mom, really.“ he talked about her for a little, you were enamored by his his storytelling.

“I just wish she were here, to see what I’ve done, you know?”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry she couldn’t be. I’m sure she was a lovely person.” You said.

“She was. I think she would’ve loved you.” He said with a small laugh, and eating again.

Once you both finished, you both knew a lot more about each other. And Willy was happy, happier than he thinks he’s ever been.

“Thank you.” You said when you both stepped outside, he gave you a small smile and you gave one back.

“I’ll see you around..?”

“Yeah..” You said. Suddenly feeling bold, you couldn’t help yourself when he looked into your eyes. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, just for now.

He stood stunned as you said goodbye, he mumbled out a goodbye and watched as you walked away.

[cannibalizedlove]

Dream boy.

Information and warnings — x male reader, comfort, sad boy Paul, baby Paul, Paul absolutely smitten, fluffy, obsessed Paul, overwhelming cuteness.

The young duke was always considerably restless, tossing and turning as visions of war, bloodshed and revenge clouded his mind. His eyes began to hang lower and lower, and the preorbital shadows under them grew darker and darker throughout the weeks.

Though tonight, it was quiet, he wasn’t uncomfortably hot like most nights when he would sweat uncontrollably due to his nightmares; yet he wasn’t able to sleep.

It was you. You were now plaguing his restless thoughts, and it was confusing him. It always started out the same; you’d hold out your hand, whisper his name and take him to a secluded area of the sandy planet.

You’d hold him, and tell him how he’s safe with you, how everything will be fine.

He’d snap out of the daydream with tears streaming down his face, he’d reach out, to no prevail. You were all he wanted, comfort, was all he wanted.

With the death of his father, and the constant push from his mother, who decided the prophecy he didn’t subscribe to was more important than his happiness; comfort was a lost art to him.

You were utterly handsome, and your voice rung through his ears like a lullaby a mother sings to her young to calm down.

Yet where were you? Where was his dream boy? The only one who wanted to hold him, to tell him he was okay, to kiss him through his sobs.

He’d do anything to find you.

Like clockwork, the burning sun would rise, and he would begin training like a mad man, anything to focus his mind off of you. Each hit would bring you back, your soft touch, your warm smile that made his heart race.

Today was important, Paul and his mother would have to venture out and find the Fremen, it wasn’t possible to do it on their own anymore. As he put his stillsuit, your voice called his name, and with each movement it only got louder; like you were becoming closer and closer.

The walk was painful, his feet were killing him as he sand walked for hours, and when his mother wasn’t looking; he would let subtle cries out.

The night had fallen and as spice entered his system more and more, the ideas of you became more like untouchable figures infront of him. Paul began to hallucinate you walking with him, holding your hand and feeling your soft skin against his. More tears fell, stupidly wasting his bodies water, but he couldn’t help it.

All he wanted was you.

The two Atreides arrived at a mountain-like formation, and dropped silent. A couple dozen Fremen came from the shadows, watching the two of them with their hands ready to grab for their weapons.

A man noticed the young boy, his familiarity keeping him alive for a few moments more. Stilgar, he was identified as, told the group about Paul; yet was still weary about him.

They explained that Paul was of use, yet his mother would be used for water. The Benefit Gesserit launched at the Fremen leader, proving herself. Paul had climbed up the mountain, pulling out a gun aimed at the leaders head.

When the group calmed down, and his mother was proven worthy enough for the time being; a boy emerged from the shadows.

“I wouldn’t have let you hurt them.” A voice called, that voice. Paul’s head swiveled to the boy, the boy.

His heart skipped a beat, and his jaw hung open. You were there. You, his dream boy. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen was more than just a dream.

Paul stayed silent, and watched as you swiftly moved around him. You were touchable. You were real.

The time came for Paul to prove himself. A fight with the strongest Fremen. He was terrified. You saw he was shaking, and you felt your heart breaking.

Paul was beautiful, quiet, and from Stilgars story, highly intelligent.

You wanted nothing more than to help him. You moved closer to him, and gently grabbed his arm. Paul instantly fell into your touch, pushing against you like an animal getting pets.

“Here, take this. It’s a crysknife. Jamis is a fair fighter, he won’t let you suffer. I would like you to die with an honorable weapon.” You sweetly smiled at him, you didn’t believe in his ability to fight such a talented Fremen, but you knew he’d die trying.

Paul was whipped. If he were to die, he would happily be laid to rest meeting you.

He took your crysknife, and nodded as he shuffled to begin the fight.

Each hit was intense, and you gritted your teeth at each blow to the outsider. When Paul brought your weapon to Jamis’ throat, begging him to yield, you were shocked. Was he toying with him, or was he too scared to take someone’s life?

The ladder was true, his mother confirmed it.

More blows would hit, and more groans would escape both the fighters mouths but ultimately, Paul had won.

You were in complete shock, saddened by the death of your fellow fighter, but more proud of Paul for his winnings.

The Fremen wrapped Jamis, and you walked to Paul, taking note of his broken nose. You stole him away, leading him down a path next to the mountain.

“You’re strong. No ones ever been able to make Jamis faultier, even in sparring.” You spoke softly, wanting nothing more than to wipe the blood off of his nose.

You’ve never felt this close to anyone, you knew not to get attached. The Arrakis sun doesn’t care who you are, if you’re caught in it for long enough, it’ll take you. Yet here comes this random boy and you’re doing anything to be close to him.

Paul didn’t speak, his eyes followed you and bored into you with a longing look. You wondered what had happened for him to end up here, for him to need the Fremen protection.

The two of you sat on a high pile of sand, feet apart and neither one of you daring to speak.

“I want to learn the Fremen way. I want to live amongst you and fight for you.” Paul finally spoke, his soft yet firm voice having a ring you can definitely get used to. He sounded exhausted, and he was utterly winded.

“I can teach you a few things, but I don’t think you’re in much of a condition to fight right now.” You half joked, closing a bit more space between the two of you and gesturing at his nose and torso.

Paul chuckled slightly, groaning from the pain afterwards.

Your eyebrows crinkled together in worry, and reached out for him. You wiped his nose, which earned a yelp from the boy and him trying to push away.

It pained you to see him hurt.

You shushed him, and held his face, whispering to him as you got the last bits of blood.

“You’re okay, it’s alright.” You told him, and Paul pushed you away quickly.

You fell on your back, and cursed at him.

Paul was only showing you his back, as tears began to fall down his face. The boy began to shake, wiping his face profusely and yelling at himself under his breath to stop it.

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” You enveloped him in a hug. Paul resisted for a moment, clawing at you before fully accepting your touch. The cries became louder as you tried to calm him.

“You must stop crying, dehydration will kill you before any attack on the Fremen will. I have you, no need to cry.” You whispered in his ear, turning him around and holding him close to you.

Paul nodded, shaking like a leaf in your touch.

He had wondered if Jamis had killed him, and this is what heaven was. You were everything to him, so kind and gentle, something he wanted nothing more than. A part of him wondered if this was just another vision of his, and he would wake up and begin his daily routine of training, but as you brought a hand to his hair and quieted him once more he knew you were really his.

“You’re like a dream.” Paul whimpered out, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

May Writing Challenge Day 19!

Pairing: Regulus Black x Muggle Born Male Reader Summary: Regulus' letter. Words: 656/200 Warnings: ANGST, Canon compliant(After Reggie's death) Notes: ooh this ones got a little kick. The lack of proper paragraphs is intentional.

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To my lover,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know none of this is your fault. I have been heading down this dark path for a long time and there was nothing anyone could do to stop me. I face death in hopes that one day we can meet again and you will know that all I have done was out of love for you.

R.A.B.

You read his words through a wall of tears, your breathing grows rapid and heavy as you sob. You clutch his letter to your chest and wail at the dark sky, unable to hold it in any longer. This was the end of the world, it felt like nothing existed anymore save for the water stained parchment in your trembling hands. He was dead, your Reggie was gone and he'd never come back. He’d never get a funeral, He’d never get a grave, and Merlin knows his dreadful mother would never let a mudblood step foot in the Black Estate. Memories were all you had and even those were too dreadful to think. Echoes of your last words to him ring through your mind and you sob harder, you had been so angry, so sad, so terrified of losing him you pushed him away and now he was gone.

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“It’s not like I can just leave.” His words are sharp like knives pushed into your heart, “That's what you want, right? You want me to leave?” Your words get stuck in your throat and you stand there grappling feeling like an absolute moron. You had to say something, you needed to convince him to stop this but he’s right. There isn't anything either of you can do now, not with him this far in. “I’m leaving tonight, to get this over with for good.” Your gaze snaps up to his face, his expression is firm and grave, your breath stutters as you hold yourself back from sobbing. “You can't be serious Reg.”

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“You can’t be serious Reg!” You laugh as you unfold the locket engraved with your initials and his. You don’t look up in time to see the softness in his gaze or the smile threatening the corners of his lips and when you do look up you pull him into your arms faster than either of you can get a look at each other, “This is the best Christmas ever.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

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Your eyes flutter open as the sun filters in through the gap in the curtains, you nose pressed into the crook of Regulus’ neck, his scent bringing a calm that nearly puts you right back to sleep. You don’t close your eyes because he's still sleeping, you pull back carefully from his neck to look down at his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful, so undisturbed by the world around you.

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As you sit leant against a pillar in the astronomy tower you stare up at Regulus’ constellation. Your mind dark and twisting your memories into thoughts of how he might look now, where he might be now. You’ve long since stopped crying, now holding the locket in the palm of your hand feeling the worst sort of emptiness. It feels like someone cut a hole in your chest and now you have nothing to fill it back up as your heart bleeds. Regulus’ constellation above you shines like he's still here, watching you from above. Soft footsteps sound from behind you but you can't find it in yourself to care if you’re caught. Sirius sits beside you silently, you look over at him but can’t find any words to say. Not that you needed too, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. You gasp for air that feels like it never comes and sob into his shoulder holding onto him tightly.

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A/N: I know i really should be taking a break from posting for the weekend but i couldnt help myself

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This is my first story. It's a Wonka 2023 x Male!Reader. Let me know if you want a female version of this story, too! Just message me! Also, I'll refer to the reader as Yin instead of Y/N. It'll still mean your name; it's just a different way of writing it. This might change later. Let me know if you like the 'Yin' idea or not.

Enjoy the first chapter!

Summary: Yin is a runaway after his parents died before he turned 18. He meets Noodle, and when he needs a place to stay, she sneaks him into Scrubbit's and Bleacher's. Yin wishes for change. His wish seems to come true when an eccentric and very cute chocolatier comes to town, ready to sell his chocolate.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Yin walked around the Gallery Gourmet, his (hair color) (straight/curly/wavy) slightly messy from the wind. He looked around at all the shops and restaurants for what felt like the hundredth time. It's the same old thing over and over again.

As he got closer to the center of the Gallery Gourmet, he saw where the three titans of chocolate resided. Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber, and Gerald Prodnose. The sight of the three buildings made him tense, and he looked away.

But just before he could turn and walk away, he heard a voice. But not just a speaking voice. The voice was singing.

🎵At last, the Gallery Gourmet

I knew that we'd see it one day

It's everything you said, Mama

And, oh, so much more🎵

The voice was tenor like and sounded very optimistic. It drew Yin in, and he followed the voice. He weaved through people, excusing himself as he followed the voice.

🎵Each way that you turn, another famous chocolate store

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it

Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket?

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate

And a hatful of dreams🎵

The voice got louder and more clear, signaling he was getter closer. Now, he was in the center of the Gallery Gourmet, and what he saw surprised him.

It was a man, a man around his age; maybe a little older.

He was dressed in a magenta coat with faded gold embroidery, a fuzzy vest over a striped button-up shirt. He also saw a bluish gray scarf around his neck. Beige striped pants that looked like mailman pants, tall worn brown boots, and a brown lumpy top hat. He also had a cane with him. From physical features, Yin could tell he was lithe and pale but not in a sickly sense. He couldn't see his face too well where he was, but he could tell he had dark brown curly hair underneath the top hat.

It was an unusual attire to see, but Yin quite liked it, even feeling envious because he was dressed similarly to the man; minus the coat, hat, cane, and scarf. But the unusual outfit wasn't what took him him off guard. It was the fact he was dancing in the middle of the square.

He looked ridiculous, but Yin couldn't help but find it endearing. He let out a couple of giggles before covering his mouth, a blush blossoming onto his cheeks. Since when did he giggle like a girl with a crush?

Then, he saw Officer Affable tap on the mysterious man's shoulder, reaching his hand out. Yin could only sigh in annoyance. He hated the 'no daydreaming' rule. It was stupid. Not to mention, you have to give three sovereigns for it?! He rolled his eyes. Whoever made the rules needs a good smack on the head.

The man reluctantly gave the officer the money before he left. Officer Affable made eye contact with Yin before giving the boy a nod. Yin nodded back respectfully. Officer Affable was a decent guy; better than some of the other officers.

Yin went to leave, but as he turned, he accidentally made eye contact with the top hat wearing man. He let out a soft gasp. He saw that the man had some sharp facial features but still managed to look childlike.

He quickly recovered and gave the man an apologetic look with a nod before quickly running the opposite way before the man could respond. Once he was behind a building, he inhaled and exhaled softly, his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

'I can't believe I embarrassed myself in front of him. God, I'm an idiot. But.... he didn't judge me when I was blatantly watching him. He actually looked friendly and really cute.' He thought to himself.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly. He couldn't wait to tell Noodle this later.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

Yin sat in the room in the back of the lobby of Scrubbit and Bleacher's, leaning against the wall. Next to him was Noodle, his one and only best friend. She was reading a book as he read silently next to her. He would occasionally point at a word, silently asking Noodle what it meant. He was intelligent, but Noodle reads more than he does.

The scratching at the entrance to the wash house caught their attention. He heard Mrs. Scrubbit scolding Tiddles, the wild guard dog. They heard Bleacher talking to Ms. Scrubbit. Then, they heard they had another guest.

'Oh no. Not another guest.' Yin thought to himself.

They listened to the two talk, along with the voice of the new guest, a voice Yin swore he recognized.

Mrs. Scrubbit then called for Noodle to pour glasses of gin, which she reluctantly did. Yin took the opportunity to take a peek out into the main lobby. He saw the two pigs known as Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher, but when he saw the new guest, he had to hold back a gasp in worry.

'Oh no. It's the cute man from earlier!' He thought to himself.

Yin took Noodle's hand and dragged her into the backroom again.

"Yin? What's wrong?" Noodle whispered.

"It's him." He whispered back.

"You mean..."

Yin nodded. "The man from the Gallery Gourmet."

The pair watched the three converse.

"You see, I'm something of a magician. Inventor and chocolate maker. And first thing tomorrow at the Gallery Gourmet, I plan to unveil my most astonishing creation yet!"

Yin felt his body tense up again. He planned to sell chocolate?! Here?! He's up against the Chocolate Cartel, the only ones who sell chocolate in this town. He can't compete with them.

Yin watched the man remove his top hat. He got a better look at the curly haired man. Sharp jawline, tall nose, his eyes were big and wide, paired with a set of bushy but straight eyebrows that matched perfectly. However, he couldn't see what color his eyes were.

He wondered what color they were.

He watched as the man reached into the hat to seemingly pull out his creation. Instead, he pulled out a teapot.

"A teapot."

"No. That's just for making tea. One second."

He put the teapot back into the hat and went for a second time. This time, he pulled out a bunch of carrots.

"That's for my stew."

Noodle and Yin giggled as the curly haired magician got flustered and tried a third time, but instead continuously pulled out an assortment of scarves. Yin placed his hand over his mouth to prevent a particularly loud giggle that was about to escape his mouth; also, to hide the soft blush that was starting to bloom onto his cheeks.

After Yin calmed down, he saw the man, which he learned was named Mr. Wonka, revert back what Yin assumed was his usual demeanor as he thanked Mrs. Scrubbit. Then, Yin saw Scrubbit take out the thing that he and Noodle dreaded. A contract.

"I have to stop him from signing that. Yin. Go to my room and hide before Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher find you." Noodle instructed in a whisper. She pointed up the stairs from her hiding spot in the backroom. "You know where it is."

Yin, knowing the drill, nodded and quickly but quietly jogged upstairs to where the workers sleep. He got to Noodle's room and slipped in, closing the door. He sighed and sat on Noodle's bed. The room was dark, with only a few beams of soft blue moonlight shining through the window, bars on the outside of said window.

'I hope Noodle managed to convince Mr. Wonka into not signing that contract.' His thoughts then wandered to the very adorable magician. 'He seemed so optimistic and driven about his creation. I hope it’s as astonishing as he says it is.' He thought to himself with a soft smile.

Yin removed his boots and laid on the bed. He pulled the threadbare blanket over him. As he drifted off, he thought more about the optimistic and aspiring chocolatier. He was very excited to see what would happen tomorrow.

[fadingfacefox]

Someone write Timothee Chalamet x male reader angst to smut to fluff for fucks sake