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[meltedheartz]

thinking abt paul x ftm!reader with breeding again AGHHHH :(( paul atreides would totally want a big family. he's an only child, the sole heir of house atreides, and that alone made him want siblings!!

he'd never leave his child alone, without a shoulder to lean on!!!!! so yeah, he'd want a big family. he'd totally be a girl dad, too :(((((

and GOSH. paul would be a total freak about it. i'm talking multiple rounds, little breaks in between to ensure you're nice nd energized for the next load he gives you.

you don't even understand why he chooses you of all people. you're even weirder, in the eyes of the public. a 'girl' wishing they were a boy, to most of them.

and every time he's tryna knock you up, paul's calling you his pretty boy, his darling prince, his lovely little star. it's all whispers in your ear, all soft kisses compared to the rough fucking he's givin' you :(

'course, after the first four kids, paul makes sure you're okay nd asks if you wanna stop. he loves you too much to hurt you, physically and emotionally.

he has three girls and a boy with you, all of them curly hair and way too energetic for their own good.

yeah... you're good with four of 'em. especially since your twin daughter and son seem to be wreaking havoc on anyone who crosses their path, innocent or not.

@paulatreidesmalewife the idea came from him!! so big big thanks to this dude to planting this thought into my dumdum head

[meltedheartz]

yan!paul atreides is such a freak :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

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

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

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

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

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

the thought has you shuddering.

[meltedheartz]

thinking about ftm!reader and mean!izuku who thinks it's so cute how they just can't defend themselves against him :((

tw : college!au, dub-con, condescension, mild bullying (in a way), chubby reader, reader wears glasses, reader's a bit of a loser, dacryphilia, creampie, no protection (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), mating press, izuku's a whore for reader, praise and petnames, don't care how big you are cuz izu's bigger, gn pronouns used :3

word count : wrote this on a whim, so i honestly don't know..

it starts when you accidentally bump into him, stumbling back yet he was barely even startled. you apologize profusely, and izuku just waves you off at first.

you think it's rude, before rushing off to wherever you were trying to get too—forgetting about it.

but izuku spots you around that coffee shop near the campus, sees you in the hallways with books nearly stumbling from your arms, watches as you take notes as the professor speaks.

a couple of people whisper about you, how you never bother speaking to anyone, and how nervous you seem when someone approaches you.

it's like cornering a bunny, izuku thinks when he decides to speak to you.

well, it's more like being passive aggressive than actually conversing.

"wow, you're soo smart. you must be real fun to be around, huh? your voice is really high pitched, are you sure you're alright?"

you tell him to stop being a dickhead, if he doesn't wanna be around, he doesn't have to be. izuku waves you off and laughs, says you're like a startled animal that thinks it's intimidating, and it makes you frown.

"you're an ass," you poke at his chest, before picking up your bag and adjusting your glasses.

"hm? where are you going?" izuku pointedly ignores your insult, but it feels more ticklish than insulting or hurtful.

you ignore him right back, attempting to storm out of his dorm room. of all the people you get to work with, you get paired with him. it's annoying—more an inconvenience, than anything.

izuku watches as tears well up behind those clear rims you wear, sees the furrow in your eyebrow and nearly laughs at it, wants to call you a crybaby for it; just like everyone used to do to him.

he can sort of see why they did it, and when it comes down to someone as soft and quiet as you, it's nearly impossible to resist.

"we're not done with either of our parts. you don't need help on yours?"

when you don't answer, izuku takes it upon himself to grab you hard enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt. it causes a slight discomfort, makes your breathing stutter a bit as you sniffle and try to pull away—but you physically can't.

izuku speaks again, looming over you with a small scowl. "why are you ignoring me? i thought you wanted to get this done, what happened to that?"

you just wanna slap him for asking that. he knows the answer — knows exactly what he did wrong and why you got fed up.

"let go of me. i'll work on my part by myself, dickweed."

"nuh-uh, that's not fair to either of us, is it?" izuku coos, grabbing your bag for you and tossing it onto the futon he has sitting just a little bit away.

you sniffle again, more tears welling up and threatening to tip over and down onto your chubby cheeks, and you can't even wipe them away cuz you're arguing with such an asshole.

you seem so frustrated and angered, but he knows that instead of yelling, you cry. it's pathetic, makes him wanna bite your cute face and boop your nose just to see you sniffle some more.

"you mad at me?" izuku asks, tugging you back into the small apartment that you stupidly decided to visit to get your joint assignment done.

"this is stupid — let me go, midoriya." he frowns at that, his grip loosening just a bit before it tightens again.

he clicks his tongue and drags you right back to his room, with all the superhero posters and expensive collectors items that can't be found anywhere else.

izuku sits you down but doesn't let you go—hasn't let go of your arm since he got a hold of it. "what happened to calling me by my name?"

"that is your name," you snark back. you watch as his eyes narrow a bit and he makes his way on to the bed, looming over you.

you feel.. small. it's not like you were ever bigger than him, he goes to the gym more times a week than you can keep track of and is over 6'0" — of course you aren't bigger than him.

"don't get smart with me honey. you know you don't wanna do that." izuku sighs and makes you lay down, and you feel your heartbeat speed up as your eyes widen.

you struggle and squirm, but he just smiles and puts more of his weight on you, making it near impossible to even move.

"m-midoriya—"

"izuku. say it," he breathes out, tucking his face into the crook of your neck almost forcefully.

he hears you hiccup, sees as the tears flow over and how your eyes get all glassy—all doe-eyed and he laughs.

"izuku, get off me—" you try to move again, you feel the grip around your wrist tighten more and it feels more and more uncomfortable as it does.

"i love you. you're so cute, what would you have done if it was someone else on top of you? hm?" izuku raises his head to look at you, and feels bad.

feels that guilt of actually making you cry, seeing how scared you are of him. "ah-ah, shh. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you upset, okay?"

that doesn't make the tears stop, but izuku thinks it's fine. the apology sounds genuine—more genuine than the usual sarcastic 'sorry' he gives you, more genuine than the mean laughs he gives you after making you throw a crumbled paper ball at him.

"i hate you, you're s-so mean," you hiss, wanting to kick and scream at him.

you feel the hold he has on your wrists loosen, but he doesn't let go entirely. but it's more than enough for you to wriggle free.

izuku smiles again, "i know. i know, 'm sorry."

the words that leave his mouth make you hiccup and stare at him, the typical scowl you always give izuku on your lips.

"you never show that you're actually sorry." you sniffle, and have to move to wipe the onslaught of tears the stumble down your pretty face.

izuku pauses when you say that, eyes grazing over your face before he lights up.

"how about i prove it, would that make you feel better?"

"s-slow down—"

"mgh—s-sorry," izuku gasps, but doesn't make any move to slow down, hips stuttering into yours as he watches you shake and clutch at the sheets.

it's been a little over thirty minutes, you think, but you're not sure. it's not like you can think when you can feel izuku's pretty cock all the way in your tummy—making sure you know he's actually sorry.

he spent all his time before this slurping at your pretty cunt, fingering you to completion as he sucked at your cute clit and made sure you felt good.

even now, izuku was trying to make sure you felt as good as you possibly could with him, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust into you.

"love you s'much, soo soft n pretty-" izuku whines, kissing you all sloppily yet so lovingly.

it makes you clench up around him, trying to close your legs but you jus can't because of the mean mating press he has you in.

"such a good boy for me, yeah?" the words paired with his dick stirring up your guts make you wail.

it's almost too much, but it's not enough as you cream around his cock—a milky white ring forming at the base of it as he pants and gasps right next to your ear.

he pounds a little faster—a little harder before his thrusts get sloppier and nearly lose rhythm. you can barely see his face without your glasses and the tears blurring your vision further.

but izuku makes sure that you can hear him good and well as he moans and whines, feeling the blunt tip press against your cervix as though it never wants to leave.

"shit, shit— 'm cumming," he gives short little thrusts as he does, cumming harder than he has in months just knowing that he finally has you.

you're both sweaty and you feel a little icky, embarrassed at all the crying you did. izuku kisses you—softer than he did before, wiping some hair from your face as he does.

"love you." izuku mutters. he doesn't care if you don't say it back, just as long as you know he loved you at the very least.

"i love you too."

A/N ; i haven't written smut or anything in MONTHS. i hope this is good in some parts, it's very rushed and not well thought outt :((

b4 anyone asks, minors are allowed to interact with my account. i don't care, as long as you aren't under 15. i fully understand that you guys have hormones, and the "minors dni" thing is straight bullshit to me. luv you guys, i will be making an account intro, but it won't be anytime soon cuz i'm lazy.. ＼(≧▽≦)／

[meltedheartz]

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

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

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

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

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

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

you're rugged in all sorts of ways.

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

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

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

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

until paul atreides comes around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[meltedheartz]

paul asks “you want a treat?” while pulling off his pants

[meltedheartz]

i’ve been drooling over the thought of paul again so here we go ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

ftm!reader, arranged marriages but nothing bad, facefucking :3

the moment you two get engaged, paul’s all over you. he’s adored you for years on end, how could he not immediately latch on to you like he’ll never see you again??

he gives you all sorts of gifts — especially when he has to leave you for days on end. he has to make sure you know he loves you :(

and when you two are sleeping, paul sneaks into the bed and his body temperature is so high you don’t even need a blanket. he’ll wrap around you like a damn bear and if you ever try leaving the bed, he’s not gonna let you. he just knows, don’t ask how.

he loves doing things for you — goes out of his way to learn every little detail about you, learns how to do certain things, teaches himself all about you.

it’s always been about you.

so when you ask him what he wants in return, what he’d like you to do for him, he tries to tell you that it’s fine. he likes doing even the smallest tasks for you!

it ends up with you on your knees while paul’s a whining mess, hands gripping the sheets as he tries to quiet himself :((

“o-oh— shit. you keep doing that, ‘m not gonna hold back. y’know that pretty boy?”

paul’s voice is breathless as he speaks to you, hands in your hair and gripping as gently as he possibly can while you lick and suck at his fat cock.

it’s not nearly as bad as your fiancé tried to make it out to be. you certainly don’t seem to mind.

letting out a hum, you suck a little bit harder and hollow out your cheeks — it makes him shudder and moan, his hand tugging a little bit harder as his hips buck.

yeah. you can get used to giving him some things in return for all the nice things he does for you.

[meltedheartz]

been stuck thinkin’ about izu again (^o^)

tw: age gap (reader in his 20s, izu in his mid 30s), ftm!reader, black reader in mind, just a drabble tbh T_T.

when you first met izuku, it was at a coffee shop.

nothing more than luck, you’d suppose, when you spilled your coffee on the sidewalk and he had offered a replacement—free of charge.

after that, you start noticing that the number one hero is frequenting your favorite café, so you take a risk and start talking to him.

you fully thought he’d brush you off—you’re nothing more than another face in the crowd, after all.

but he didn’t.

he smiled at you, told you to just call him midoriya for now, exchanged numbers with you as you talked it up in that specific café.

it takes a little bit of digging, but izuku finds all of your socials.

you’re cute. you haven’t posted anything on a few of your pages for awhile, but he discovers you’re in college n struggling to keep a date.

so he gives you a proposal. a deal, if you will.

izuku tells you that you don’t need to accept, he doesn’t wanna push boundaries, but you wanna hear it out.

when he offers to help you pay for expenses in turn for you looking pretty for him, letting him doll you up and treat you nicely, you tell him you’ll think about it.

it’s embarrassing enough that you were actually considering it—even more embarrassing when you accept it.

how could you not? you were practically struggling on the reef like a fish, living alone in a studio apartment n tryna make it through college.

it was almost laughable.

‘course, in the following weeks, the pro hero says to call him izuku. takes you out to the mall to buy you some nice outfits and smiles at how nervous you are.

he can’t say he didn’t expect it. of course he did, when you two first bumped into each other, you stared like a deer caught in headlights.

izuku can’t say he minded it, though.

it takes months of him eating lunch n dinner with you, dressing you up all nice, treating you as you deserved to be treated, did you entirely get comfortable with him.

it’s around ten pm when you go to izuku’s place, izzy—that’s what you’d been calling him since the third month.

all sweet n soft coming from you. nothing short of gentle and caring, it made izuku melt whenever you called him that.

when you both get to the bedroom you get all shy, toying with the sleeves of the shirt izuku had bought you a few days ago.

your eyes are on the ground n when he asks you what’s wrong, he sees tears well up as you mutter.

“i’m trans.” it comes out small and a little upset, voice on the verge of cracking when you say it.

izuku only tilts his head. “...is that it, honey? i knew that, ‘m not mad.”

the words make you feel embarrassed as the tears threaten to spill from your eyes and izuku has to gently tell you that it’s fine—he can wait until you’re ready to take this a step further.

it takes another couple of weeks until you finally give him the okay.

n when it happens, he’s all soft with you. asking if you were alright, he doesn’t wanna go too fast, and you have to reassure him that you’re fine—jus nervous.

he spends about an hour prepping you, too :(

fingers you and licks at your cute little nub, tells you that you’re bein’ so good, sitting there n looking pretty for him just like he wants.

when izu’s fingers hit that specific spot—the gummy, soft one that makes you squeal and has slick running down his hand—he smiles.

and ugh, he’s so damn nice. gives you soft kisses and tells you that you did good for him, if you’re tired he can stop, he just likes seeing you happy n satisfied :(((

quickly, you shake your head with tears welling up and tell him that you’re fine, you wanna keep going.

and izu, being the whipped dummy that he is, gives you a kiss on the cheek and undoes the nice pair of dress pants he bought for date night cuz it was his day off n he wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.

his dick is nice n fat, a few veins on it with a slight curve.

the tip already has a few beads of pre-cum leakin’ from it and you can feel your poor little hole clench around nothing just at the sight of it.

n when he finally slips just the tip in—he whines. the number one hero fuckin’ whines just from putting the tip in your cunny n it already feels like so much but not enough.

after that, the months pass n now there’s news articles about the cute civilian that pro hero deku always gives kisses to at this certain coffee shop near his agency.

A/N : hihii! just wanted to get this outta my brain, reblogs r appreciated soso much n it’d be cool to have a mutual or two :p

[meltedheartz]

yesyes, i know my first few blogs were about izuku. i'll always love izuku. that's my mans. BUT PAUL ATREIDES IS SOOOO...

he'd totally love ftm!reader. you're such a determined little thing, scarred and rugged and all rough. you're hotheaded, easily irritable but still somewhat reasonable.

gods, paul would believe you're a fucking angel. you're really anything but, and you try to make that clear. but paul's a dummy!!! he doesn't care!! why would he? you're just soo perfect, he adores you.

course, when he gets his hands on you, reasons with the people and that shit emperor, he doesn't ever let go of you. :((

paul is always showering you with affection, learning how to cook just so he can be the one to please you :(((

he's a total fuckin' attention whore around you, all smiles and asking if he did any good when he does something specifically for you.

you, you, you.

as always, you tell him he did surprisingly well. over-achieving as usual, nothing new. and gods, he thanks you and asks for a reward for doing so well for you!!

it varies from all kinds of things.. eating you out from the front and back, fingerin' you, dry humping, all sorts of things...

paul is a total FREAK around you and he's a-okay with that ><

[meltedheartz]

the amount of male anons demanding fem writers or people who make gn readers to make content for the male gaze is concerning.

they don’t like the fics meant for femmes, but hate the gender neutral content that’s meant for anyone. but apparently, they can’t write for themselves! they could never compare to the quality the female fic writers have!!

who gives a shit. fanfiction is about writing what you want to write. and if you wanna accommodate to your consumers, cool! that’s kind of you!

but a rude awakening to you pricks, fanfic writers don’t do this as a job. they do it for fucking fun. because they can, and they want too. quit ruining other peoples’ experience because you don’t want to watch hentai and wanna read fanfics. which, btw, were MEANT FOR THE FEMALE GAZE. GO BACK TO PORNHUB YOU PRICK.

too lazy to write your own fics?? sit in a corner and cry it out, or keep your dick in your pants and write what you want. that’s what fanfiction is for.