#timothee chalamet x reader

[melaninforkings]

a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

[faetreides]

summary: priest!leto x afab!reader x priest!paul (title from scorpio by pour vous)

cw: blasphemy if i’m being so real, spit roasting, reader is lowkey losing it but they’ll be okay, dubcon, pwp-ish (there’s set up but it’s not that long imo), mention of paul being into predator/prey, daddy kink coded without the actual daddy kink, horror elements, unreliable narrator vibes, mention of them being willing to non con reader if things didn’t go their way, no incest between leto & paul 💀, reader’s their sad loser turned attic spouse, mention of eventual impreg, implied soft dom!leto & mean dom!paul, religious practice inaccuracies, possibly predictable plot twists, implied painful anal but reader’s too out of it to feel it, implied natural aphrodisiac in their spit, reader bleeds

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You’ve been feeling… lost. The trees keep secrets from you and the clouds mix together like egg whites. You wish you knew what kind of pill you need to be on, you wish you knew what was wrong with you. You’re paranoid and seeing blank eyes watching you through the brick and mortar of your apartment. Your skin burns hotter than hell and sometimes you think that there are claws grabbing at your ankles when you sleep.

Church hasn’t been something you’ve bothered to attend since you were a kid, but you yearn for it now.

You pull your tattered coat around yourself as you step into the ancient building. The Church of Caladan is the oldest church in the country, if not the world. You hope you don’t look silly when you take caution with how hard your feet hit the stone. ‘You break it, you buy it’ must apply to old churches too.

Your unease rolls off you in waves, and a couple nearby priests seem to sense it in the same way that horses can sense fear. For a second you imagine bursting into flames, but there are hands groping your flesh through the great hellfire.

They’re about even in height, though one is clearly older. The gray hair weaved into his temples suits him more than it shows his age. The younger man has the same dark and wavy hair, but his gaze is a touch more haggard and rife with burden.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have burst in here…. I'm just looking around.” You rush to explain so they would go away, internally cringing at yourself.

“No, we want newcomers to feel comfortable enough to ask questions. I’m Leto,” He says and shakes your hand. “And this is my son, Paul. He’s recently started working here at the church with me.”

Paul steps up to shake your head as well, his mouth doesn’t move but you swear that the corners twitch. The stained glass windows cast a multicolored hue on his eyes and you find yourself lost in the swirling pools of light. Then black holes swallow the brightness in the irises, cosmic cannibalism.

You blink in alarm and awkwardly take a step back from the two priests. Father and son share a look between them that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing them.

Leto clears his throat and pointedly grabs your hands in both of his, encapsulating them in his warmth.

“You’ll have to forgive him, Paul’s never dealt with a lamb as darling as you before. He’s never dealt with one at all actually, you two can go through this together.”

Paul smiles but it fits all wrong, with teeth that should be fangs and with a tongue that appears forked. You blink again and all is well, the man before you fits his human skin like a glove. Maybe you should give them the benefit of the doubt, you’re convinced you’re going crazy anyway and Priests would never be capable of hurting someone. Ghosts aren’t real and Demons are just a crazed mother’s bedtime story.

“Um, okay. Thank you for accepting me.” That’s all you want, deep down, and they know that. “I felt moved to be here, I can’t explain it.”

Leto nods and Paul rubs your shoulder in sympathy. They would hiss that they know full well what called you here, but you might bleat and scurry away. You make a sad picture, abandoned and half insane, but that’s what they are for. To soothe and to serve you, to purify you from the inside out.

“Then all the more reason to stay and sit for a moment, don’t you think?” Paul finally speaks, the boyish tone surprising you.

“Paul’s right, let’s get this jacket off you, poor lamb. You must be freezing to death.” Leto coos, shushing your protests and carefully pulling the cheap thing off of you.

They take you on a little tour of sorts, pointing out the architectural details of the building itself as well as passionately delving into its history. Centuries of worship and service to the community, strangely never having sustained any kind of property damage. The priests speak of the church as if they were wandering through the halls all this time, and they chuckle when they tease you about how relieved they were that you didn’t suffer from a nosebleed. They’re quite common apparently.

“I think that should do it, i’d hate to think that we’ve been talking your ear off, dear.” Leto says, rubbing the inside of your wrist and directing you towards the large piano on the stage at the front of the church.

He must notice the sudden spark in your eyes at the sight, because his crow’s feet wrinkles deepen as he pulls the black piano bench out. Leto’s palm spreads out wide and he gives the leather seat a firm pat, signaling for you to sit down. Butterflies swirl in your stomach with anxiety but you feel too shy to refuse the clearly eager offer. You take a seat in front of an onyx grand piano far grander than you’re used to seeing in a church.

Leto soon occupies the space next to you. The bench is small enough that your thigh is pressing against his, warmth bleeds through your clothes and the indication of muscle really makes you wish you were alone in your room with a rose toy. You place your fingers on the pristinely polished keys and clumsily play some hodgepodge of a melody that you remember from your childhood. A mix of tchaikovsky and children's church songs.

You jump and play the wrong note when you feel thick fingers slide up your thigh. Your cheeks burn with heat but you focus on the music. Leto sighs with sugary sweet satisfaction but doesn’t move his fingers any further. He also doesn’t try to play, it’s almost like he only wants to bask in the domesticity of watching you perform. You think you hear him whisper “That’s it, who knew such a talented lamb would be gracing our doorstep?”

You get a flash of riding him on the piano, gasping into his hair chest when it breaks under the weight of your passion. Thin fingers come from behind to caress your ass as it moves, much colder than the cock you’re bouncing on. Then it fades away, and you’re back to making a fool of yourself with your little song.

Paul watches from the pulpit, eyes drinking in the way your curves expand and move as you squirm. His grip tightens on the bright wood but you’re none the wiser. You almost forget that he’s even there, something which he realizes because he strolls to stand behind you and his father. The music stops once you feel his breath on your neck and he bends down to tenderly pull your hair off of your shoulder, getting himself acquainted with the texture as he rubs his fingertips down the strands.

A distant voice calls out for Leto and he stands, smiling apologetically and thanking you for the performance. You feel adrift as you watch him walk away, reminding yourself that a man like him has other things to do than coddle you.

Paul slides a hand down your back and guides you down to the pew right up front, with a view of center stage, sitting right beside you with a wink. Once Leto returns, you spot the silver tray of communion wafers in his hands. The tray is set on the pulpit by his side.

The older man's eyes darken as he puts one in his mouth, and your brain shuts down when he snatches your face in his rough palms and kisses you sense no less. The wafer cracks as his tongue passes it into your mouth, the salty crumbs oddly making you crave something even saltier. There’s a sticky sweet sensation traveling through your body as you exchange saliva with him, your brain feels so foggy.

You break away, curling your hands into the collar of Leto’s uniform.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Your voice is small and not completely filled with disgust, you’re honestly too desperate for some form of human contact to make good decisions.

“We’re helping you, honey.” Leto purrs into the seam of your mouth, shaking his head in apparent fondness.

You’re too cute for your own good, at least they don’t have to worry about covering their tracks. Any incubus or succubus would be glad to get a hold of someone as lonely as you, but they wouldn’t love you like you deserve. You haven’t been watched by anyone as long as you’ve been watched by them. He hopes that Paul doesn’t shove his foot in his mouth and let it slip that he wished you gave them the opportunity to take you by force. His son carries a torch for a bit of predator and prey action, he likes playing with his food too much. You’re different from the scrambling mice that get torn to bits, though, you’re forever.

Plus, if you don’t get it now, he has no problems with explaining everything when you’re too weak to get up and try to run away.

Paul buries his face in your neck, spilling the vial of wine he had in his pocket down your shirt. It soaks the tank top underneath and though you try with all your might to wriggle away, the desire to resist gets brushed away under a heavy fog.

It’s nice to be touched, to be wanted after a lifetime of feeling the exact opposite. Perhaps this is why the lord guided you to his grandest home, so you could take his prophets into your body.

The black vanishes from Paul’s eyes and you sink against his chest, making out with his father as your eyes roll back into your head.

No words are uttered verbally as Paul shuffles to the side and pulls you to lie back on the pew’s cushion. Leto deprives you of his tongue and gives you a chance to breathe, which both men do with you in sync, resting their foreheads against you.

The nectar on your tongue tastes divine, little lamb, a voice whispers in your mind.

Let us give you purpose so you no longer need to roam, another begs.

You’re crying from the relief of having your mouth filled, Paul tilts your head up by your chin as he slowly slides his cock into your mouth. The ridges and bumps of what feels like piercings sends a jolt of arousal through you.

“Fuck-” He hisses and rubs your neck, watching you adjust to the stretch. “So warm-”

Leto tuts and clamps his hands around your hips, you’re already too fucked out to register sharp black claws taking care of your clothes. Leaving you bare. A shiver passes through your body as he drags his huge hand down to your pussy, being mindful not to accidentally scratch you. He intends for there to be no blood, this time, not a lot.

You gag on Paul’s length when Leto slams your hips against his pelvis, grinding not one but two large cocks against your cunt. If you were looking at his face, you’d see pitch black eyes and intimidating fangs, but all you can focus on is the hazy candle light and what must be someone playing an organ.

You catch a view of one of the stained class windows, a pair of angels cradling a lamb. It’s the only damaged part of the church, with cracks running along the angel’s wings. You’d think it’s a sneeze away from shattering entirely. Your view of it is blurred by Paul’s quick thrusts, gagging on it again. Drools drip onto the red carpet.

Leto grabs one of Paul’s curled horns and yanks his head to the side, scolding at him to be nicer to you. You’ve clearly never taken three cocks inside you, the one you’re servicing is proving to be overwhelming enough. Again, Paul’s new to this experience as well, just in a different way than you are. In a sense, it’s like he was born yesterday. The older man relays this to you through your choked moans and tears, assuring you that he’s taught Paul how to clean up his messes and be grateful. Something like this will be no different.

“Hush, beloved. I would have gladly speared your mouth but you would be dead before I could cum inside it.”

You see God in the sky when Leto slaps the tapered tip of one of his dicks against your slick entrance, God sees you when he gets the tight walls of ass to wrap around the other. Unbeknownst to you, it’s funny how so many things are, your blood pools around his balls. You’re in pain sure but you’ve never felt as much pleasure as you have in this instance. Both “Priests” smell your blood and well, only your body can tell the rest of the story. Later you’ll wake up to find that the building around you has ruby walls and it seems to be breathing. The shooting pain in your left hand is the result of two iron rings being chiseled into the bone of your ring finger.

The four leathery wings protruding from your back, with spikes poking out from the joints, are waiting to be discovered. As are the nubs sprouting out of your hair.

For now beads of sweat highlight your bouncing tits, Paul gropes one and Leto runs the edge of his claw along the side of the other. They’re hissing words that string together and disappear in the blink of an eye, voices slurred and sticky. Their babbling stops and starts again as you reflexively swallow around Paul’s cock when he skull fucks you without warning. They laugh too, but you can at least pretend that Leto’s tone is kinder.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough teasing.”

“But father-“

“I said no. And don’t think for a second that you’re getting anything else but their mouth.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You lack self control, it wouldn’t be suitable for conception to occur like this. As delectable as their quivering cunt is, demons shouldn’t abstain from courting.”

“You’re saying that as you’re balls deep inside of them.”

“Don’t start with me, Paul.”

All while you’re making gurgling sounds in between the younger priest’s thighs. You hear growls that sound like a mountain lion’s emitting from both men, and the heavy thumps of something flapping in the air gets you holes clenching around Leto. Both men feverishly scratch up and down your limp body, but you’re so enraptured by the chorus of angels happening outside. You have no sense of time, it’s minutes or it’s hours before their cum spills inside of you. There’s too much to possibly keep it all inside, a good amount of it leaks from your cunt and your throat. Leto feels like Christ incarnate when you squirt all over him and yourself with the dumbest expression on your face. Multicolored pieces of glass fall down around you with the loud chime of an invisible bell.

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 3

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem!reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Notes : Bonding over sibling drama, dramaa

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

The hat was lifted off from your head. Light hit your eyes and for a moment the whole world seemed to stop, the first thing you glanced at was James, who looked as if he's seen a troll, his eyes met yours and then he looked away, you knew about his hatred towards "the slimy snakes" and you knew it was gonna get bad.

The slytherin table erupted in loud cheers as you walked there, you sat at an empty seat, the guy beside you cheered,

"A potter in Slytherin, that's a first, Evan Rosier nice to meet you"

You nodded saying your name, Regulus was sitting beside Evan and someone called Barty, the girl sitting beside you was Amelia Bones who gave you a sweet smile as you introduced yourself, you two were engaged in conversation, but you kept glancing at James who determinedly avoided your gaze, Amelia noticed, "That's your brother right"

"Yes, he is" You replied dejectedly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll come around" Amelia clappped on your back.

"I hope so" You did hope so, although you knew how stubborn he can be.

The Slythein common room was grand and cold at the same time, you didn't notice much, too tired to pay attention, giving a goodbye nod to Regulus, you all shuffled towards your room. The rooms were quite warm, despite the walls and floors being made of stone and the windows being half submerged in the lake. A warming spell maybe.

You were excited to find one of your roommates to be Amelia who you deemed to be sweet and just, there was Merula, and there was Ismelda, whom you met on the boat.

"Y/N right, Merlin, I can't beleive you just jumped into the lake"

"Trust me, I didn't either" you groaned into your hands.

It was only due to always swimming at lake near your house, that you had the courage to jump into black lake. You sighed as you plopped down on your bed, tiredness seeping into your bones, so much trouble on the first day only, you guessed it really was a Potter thing.

The next morning inbetween classes, you tried your best to talk to James, however he was ignoring you as if you were a ghost, heck people pay more attention to ghosts,

"James, why won't you talk to me" you snapped, stomping on the ground, like a petulant child.

"I don't associate with the slimy snake house" James sneered turning to walk away. Needlessly to say, you went after him,

"For Merlin's sake, it's not like I'm in a cult, I didn''t choose to get sorted there?"

James turned back to glare, "I would have preffered to have you in a cult, rather than in Slytherin"

You glared back, "What if the cult would have consisted of Slytherins?"

James huffed, "It's barely been a day and you're already defending them" James walked away to his friends, ignoring your calls. Remus and Peter turned to look at you in what you deemed to be a bit of compassion. Sirius patted James's back, and you had to rush to your next class cause the bell rang.

The last class was droning on while you sat there, staring at your textbook in a disspirited manner. You almost jumped as you heard someone clear their throat behind you, glancing behind to see Regulus smiling sheepishly,

"Sorry, I was asking, shall we leave, everyone's gone" he said pointing at the empty classroom. You gave a docile smile, picking up your stuff, and going with him.

Regulus had known your futile attempts of talking to your brother, so he tried to alleviate you from your dire state,

"At least your situation is better than mine, Sirius wouldn't even look at me"

"But doesn't like almost your whole family was in Slytherin, it mean it was easy to assume you could be too?"

"He hoped I would be different like him and now that I'm not, he associates me with the rest of the family" He sighed. And here you were mulling, thinking only you had the short end of the stick.

You hummed, entangling his arm in yours, suddenly beaming up at him "Well, it's us two against them two"

Regulus chuckled, "Don't worry about it, we'll be fine, we fight, but then we settle, we always do". Although he smiled, his voice was a bit strained. You didn't say anything, tightening your hold on his arm, you tried to divert his attention,

"You know what, I have a plan for James, do you wanna know what I'm gonna do?"

Sirius chucked a ball at James who lazily caught it with ease, "What are you thinking mate?"

James sighed, "Do you think Lily likes me?" enticing a loud groan from Sirius.

As Sirius was about to respond, Remus saw something coming at the window, "Hey Potter, isn't that your owl?"

The owl came closer, and in its claws was a perfectly neat red letter. Peter shot from his chair, already closing his ears. James gulped, "We sure that's for me?"

"Better open it now, before it gets worse" Remus warned slowly moving away along with Sirius. James looked at them with an anguished look, accepting his dire fate,

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR LITTLE SISTER LIKE THAT, A PERSON IS NOT TREATED ON THE BASIS OF THEIR HOUSE, ESPECIALLY YOUR OWN SIBLING, I EXPECT BETTER FROM MY OLDER CHILD, NOW GO APOLOGIZE TO HER OR ELSE I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU ONCE YOU COME HOME, also don't forget to eat and take care of yourself, mama loves you.

Also Sirius dear, I've send some cookies for you, I hope you enjoy them"

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[fragileheartbeats]

୨♥︎୧ . . ꒰ 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ꒱

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── +𝟏𝟖 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 〬𓂂 ׄ

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ 𝘏𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

His chambers were filled with the fragrance of perfumed oils as he welcomed his lover, a beautiful courtesan from a distant land. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, with deep e/c eyes and silky h/c hair that cascaded down her back. He couldn't wait to taste her and make her moan with pleasure.

'My beloved,' he said, taking her hand and leading her to the luxurious bed covered in soft, silk sheets. 'I have been counting the moments until I could taste the sweetness of your lips and feel the warmth of your body in my arms.'

'You flatter me, my love,' she replied, her voice full of desire. 'I have been anxiously waiting for this moment as well.'

As they laid on the bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, his hands roamed her curves, caressing every inch of her soft skin. His lips traced a path down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, teasing kisses. She moaned, arching her back and pressing her body closer to his.

'I want to make you feel every emotion possible,' he whispered, nibbling at her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine. 'I want to devour you, my love.'

His words sent a wave of desire coursing through her body. She was eager to give in to his every wish.

With one swift motion, he removed her flowing robes, leaving her completely exposed before him. He gazed at her beauty, admiring every curve and every inch of her flawless skin. He leaned in closer, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

'I have never seen a woman more beautiful than you,' he said, his voice husky with desire.

The courtesan smiled, her cheeks flushed with excitement. 'I am yours, my love.'

He wasted no time, his mouth descending on her breasts, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipples. She arched her back, moaning as he worshipped her body with his mouth. His hands roamed down her sides, settling between her legs, where he could feel her wetness.

He spread her legs wider, his mouth tracing a path down her stomach, until he reached her dripping core. He gently spread her folds with his tongue, teasing her sensitive clit with small, sensual licks.

'Oh, my love,' she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she bucked her hips against his mouth. 'That feels so good.'

He continued to lap at her, his tongue circling her bundle of nerves before dipping inside her, tasting her sweet essence. She was so wet and ready for him, and he could feel her body trembling with pleasure.

He inserted a finger inside her, curling it to hit just the right spot, and she cried out in ecstasy. He added another finger, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he continued to feast on her.

'I cannot hold back any longer, please,' she gasped, her hips grinding against his face. 'Please, make me cum.'

With one final flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, she cried out, her body convulsing in pleasure as she came undone on his tongue.

He smiled triumphantly, his face glistening with her essence. He crawled up her body, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

'I am yours to command, my love,' she said, still breathless from her orgasm.

'And I am yours to cherish, my dear,' he replied, his eyes filled with adoration.

Their bodies intertwined, Paul and his lover spent the night in each other's arms, whispering sweet words and exploring every inch of each other. It was a night they would never forget, filled with passion and pleasure beyond their wildest dreams.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Female)

Author's Note: 100 followers?! Oh my God, thank you so much for the support!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

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Chapter 9: A Look Into the Future

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The group was now in a stilltent in the desert while (Your Name), who has removed her jacket, sitting next to Jessica, watched Paul open up the fremkit.

Paul pulled out some sort of paper with a diamond drawn on it, unwrapping it to read it, “This is Dr. Yueh's handwriting.” Paul told the two. (Your Name) couldn't help but think back to what she witnessed earlier at the mention of his name. “If anyone makes it out of Arrakeen alive, there's an Atreides beacon in the fremkit. God willing they'll be able to find you.” Paul read the note.

He pulled out a thumper but stated there were no stillsuits. But then, he pulled out a cloth that wasn't supposed to be there. He unwrapped it and saw his father's ring, holding it in his hand. Just then, (Your Name) felt a pain in her chest, as she looked at the ring. She felt it when the Duke was hit with the hunter-seeker but it felt more intense. She clutched her chest and muffled her groans of pain by pressing her lips together. Her eyes welled up with unshed tears.

She turned to Jessica, who was trembling, suppressing her cries. She placed an arm around Jessica's shoulders, ignoring the pain in her chest. The older woman lent into the girl's touch, appreciating the comfort, while (Your Name) and Paul held eye contact.

Jessica saw (Your Name) clutch her chest when she saw the Duke's ring, knowing what it meant. Paul, meanwhile, was confused.

Once (Your Name) dropped her arm from around Jessica, she heard Paul coughing as he turned on a small light that showed spice. The girl's expression slowly turned into concern for her best friend.

Suddenly, Paul looked up slowly, eyes glazed like he was in some sort of trance.

In his vision, he saw (Your Name) in her outfit, walking along the sand. She turned around and smiled brightly, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling and her hair covering her face a little.

She kept smiling as she turned her head around again to show soldiers fighting. A brutal war was happening. One of the soldier's helmets lifted after taking down multiple enemy soldiers, revealing Paul with blue eyes, holding a knife in his hand, breathing heavily.

Paul had tears in his eyes, a few running down his face and (Your Name) couldn't help but wipe them away with her thumbs, her face now had a concerned look on it, while Paul's face showed fear.

“That's the future. It's coming.” He started muttering, “Holy war is spreading across the universe like unquenchable fire.”

(Your Name) and Jessica shared a look of concern, “Paul, you're scared. I can see it. Tell me, please, what do you see?” The mother whispered.

In this vision, he saw (Your Name) fighting a ton of Heartless with an assortment of magic and slashing at them with her Keyblade.

“(Your Name).... the Heartless…. a battle… between Light and Darkness.” He muttered.

‘It's just like my dreams. The Keyblade wielders were fighting the same battle.’ (Your Name) thought to herself. She was starting to feel uneasy.

"What do you fear?" Jessica asked Paul in a whisper.

Another vision came to Paul. This time, it was him and (Your Name) standing next to each other, dressed in black, with their arms wrapped around each other; his eyes blue from the spice. They watched the war; all the killing, happening below them from an airborne airship; where they were safe.

“Somebody help me, please…” Paul gasped desperately as tears started running down his face.

“Paul…” (Your Name) tried to touch his cheek to comfort him but Paul shuffled back into the corner of the tent.

“It's coming. I see a holy war spreading across the universe like unquenchable fire,” Paul felt trapped by the tent, his legs skidding into the ground as he tried to escape the claustrophobic space. “A warrior religion that waves the Atreides banner in my father's name. Fanatical legion worshiping at the shrine of my father's skull.”

“A war in my name! Everyone's shouting my name!” He was now yelling as he continued to shuffle around, trying to escape. His emotions and visions of the future were too much for him to handle.

(Your Name) had her hand over her mouth, her eyes watery at Paul's haunting words and how he was acting; wanting nothing more than to help the suffering boy.

Jessica gave the girl's shoulder a squeeze, knowing how she felt, before she moved closer to her son. “Paul Atreides. You are your father's son. You are my son. You are Duke Paul Atreides.” She kissed the side of Paul's head, hugging him, “You know who you are. You know who you are.”

“Get off me!” Paul yelled, the Voice coming through, strong, deep, and distorted.

(Your Name) jumped at his voice, backing away from the angry boy, along with Jessica. The (Hair Color) haired girl had never seen Paul like this. Never heard him yell like this. He's never been this angry. It scared her so much. Frightened her, even.

“You did this to me! You Bene Gesserit made me a freak!” Paul continued to yell.

Jessica's lips trembled at her son yelling at her, her tears freely running down her cheeks. While (Your Name) stared at Paul with fear.

Paul was breathing heavily, falling sideways onto the Stilltent ground. He steadied his breathing and looked up at (Your Name).

The sight of her fearful expression made him sob out, his voice wobbly, “(Your Name).... please… please don't look at me like that.”

Her tears fell down her cheeks, the frightened look on her face slowly going away and changed into a look of worry and sadness.

He reached a trembling hand out to her, “(Your Nickname)...”

The girl wasted no time and scrambled over to her broken best friend, her broken boy, collecting him in her arms, wrapping them around his body as Paul adjusted to a slouched kneeling position as his head went into her chest.

��Please hold me… please…” Paul's sob was a mix of a plea and a beg, his tears freely running down his cheeks and landing on (Your Name)’s black shirt. His hands gripped the back of it, holding onto her like a lifeline. Like she was the only thing solid in the world he could hold onto.

(Your Name) nuzzled her nose into Paul's curly hair, arms becoming tighter as Paul repeated his plea into her chest. “Shhh…. it's alright, baby. It's alright.” She cooed. “It'll be okay.” She pressed soft kisses onto the top of his head.

Paul cried harder, “My father is dead.”

It took everything in (Your Name)’s power to not start crying aloud along with Paul. She felt tears roll down her cheeks. She sniffled softly, moving a hand into Paul's hair, carding her fingers through the curls, trying to soothe him. She moved Paul's head away from her chest and pressed their foreheads together. “I know… I'm so sorry,” She choked out before sniffling, “But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you, no matter what. I'll protect you from anything, even your darkest nightmares.” She whispered.

When she said that, she felt the branding pain in her back again. She pressed her lips together to muffle any pained noises that might come out of her mouth; ignoring the pain.

Paul looked at (Your Name) through his eyelashes, tears still running down his face. The closeness he felt to her brought more comfort than anyone he could imagine could.

The male's hands traveled up (Your Name)’s back, his fingertips caressing it gently, making the girl shiver. His left hand stayed on her back while his right moved to the back of her neck to keep her in place. He felt her soft gasp of breath against his lips, making them quiver.

Their eyelashes brushed as they closed their eyes, taking in their presence as they held each other, not wanting to let go. The only person who was keeping him together was (Your Name), and Jessica knew that as she watched the children in love comfort each other.

The childhood best friends stayed like this for as long as they wanted.

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After a while, (Your Name) and Paul separated but the male kept the girl leaning on his side.

Pail placed his father's ring on his left index finger, looking grim as he did so.

(Your Name) took his hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips. She pressed a hard kiss onto his knuckles.

Paul gave the girl a feeble smile, leaning over and pressed a kiss against the crown of her head in return. The girl looked up in response, feeling a blush bloom onto her cheeks. Paul chuckled faintly at her reaction.

A beeping sound coming from a machine in the center of the tent interrupted the moment, “Someone is near.” (Your Name) whispered as she grabbed her jacket and put it on.

“You need to drink. It's recycled water from the tent.” Paul softly told his mother, voice hoarse as he handed her the bottle.

Jessica drank from it, making a face when she tasted it.

“Sweat and tears.” The two best friends said in sync, giving the older woman slight smiles.

“All right. Let's get out of here.” Paul helped (Your Name) up and then his mother.

The male grabbed the sand compactor and activated it while holding the small light. It started to move the sand. With (Your Name)’s help with her holding the sand compactor against the tent, Paul managed to crawl out of the sand dune. As he did, he saw the small mouse creature that he learned from his recording on Arrakis. It scampered away with a soft squeak.

“(Your Name) won't be happy about that.” He joked to himself, remembering when she asked if she could have one.

Paul got out and helped (Your Name) out before the two of them helped Jessica out.

Once they were all out, an ornithopter flew over them, landing on the desert sand.

(Your Name) immediately recognized who was the one piloting it. “It's Duncan.”

The three ran towards the Ornithopter as Duncan got out. Duncan came sprinting out to them, knocking the three back with a hug.

“My Lady, (Your Name), Paul..” He looked between the three, landing on Paul last, “I'm so sorry… your father…”

“We know.” Paul whispered sadly, looking down as the wind blew his curly hair around.

Duncan got on one knee, bowing and grabbing Paul's left hand to place it against his forehead, “ My Lord Duke.”

(Your Name), and Jessica looked to Paul to see his reaction. He was blank faced, showing no emotion, but he did place his free hand on Duncan's shoulder. The lack of reaction worried (Your Name).

Paul was no longer a scared little boy. He was now the Duke of Atreides.

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Thanks to the snack wars video he did with Austin butler we know timothee has a sensitive stomach when it comes to spicy foods. Maybe during date night he gets sick from spicy food and Female reader takes care of him. He feels bad for ruining date night but she promises he didn’t.

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Spicy

>>puke warning<<

Timothée squirmed in his seat next to you in the movie theater. You and he had been excited for months about seeing this particular movie and were ecstatic to get midnight tickets on opening night. At first, he only made tiny shifts. You thought maybe he was just trying to get comfortable, but the frequency intensified about halfway through the film.

"Are you alright?" you whispered.

Timothée nodded, though you could see from the light off the screen that his face scrunched in discomfort. Suddenly he jumped out of his seat and ran toward the aisle. You sat there in shock as you watched him race down the stairs and out of the theater.

After about 10 minutes and no sign of Timothée coming back, you got up to check on him. You pardoned your way past the folks you were interrupting and found your way to the men's restroom. You paced for a moment, unsure of what to do next. You bounced on the balls of your feet and psyched yourself up to crack the door open and call out to him, but before you could, you heard the miserable sound of him puking.

"Timothée?"

He retched once more before responding. "Babe, go back to the movie."

"I don't want to see it without you, love." All he could muster in response was a groan. "I'm going to go buy you a bottle of water. I'll meet you in the hallway when you're able." You walked over to the concession stand and stood in line to get him a drink. He weakly walked out of the bathroom as you got back to the hallway.

You uncapped and handed Timothée the bottle of water. "Here, drink this," you instructed. He took the bottle with a shaky hand. "Any clue what caused this?" You gently placed the back of your hand against his forehead to check for fever.

"I went to that crawfish boil that Austin invited me to."

You crossed your arms. "Let me guess, the food was spicy?"

"Yeah, like the kind that makes you sweat and your nose run."

"Timmy..."

"I know, I know. But I didn't want to be rude. His family went through a lot of trouble to cook all that food. And once I got past the heat, it tasted really good."

You just shook your head. It was just like your Timothée to be polite at his own physical expense.

"I think I can go back in now." You looked at your watch. At that point he had missed at least 30 minutes of the film.

You paused. "I- I think we've missed too much of it. We'll just come back another time."

His face fell. "I'm sorry I ruined our date night."

"You didn't ruin it, love. But next time, try to lay off the spicy food before we are about to see a three-hour movie."

Timothée held out his pinky and linked it with yours. "I pinky promise."

You grinned and kissed his cheek as you walked arm-in-arm out to the car.

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''Is it obvious?'' Timothée Chalamet

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A fair payment [W. W.]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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some minor Wonka spoilers I guess! If you like it, tell me in the comments, that will make me happy :)

“Can you mend it?” Willy asked, carefully holding his emerald green jacket that had the sleeve seam torn.

The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part. 

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

As you walked down the hall to your shabby, damp room, you thought that it probably wouldn't have even taken a love potion to fall for the charms of the pleasant chocolatier. You just needed one of his smiles.

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forever yours.

one two

Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!

You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and Timothée have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.

You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. Timothée was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.

But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy. 

It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career. 

Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner. 

It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines. 

You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you. 

Some Timothée's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt. 

Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.

You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no. 

The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man. 

Timothée did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't. 

But now you were a homewrecker, a slut. 

Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. Timothée had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'. 

The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée. 

All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love? 

You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans. 

“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down. 

“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. Timothée looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.

“What's wrong, mon amour?” Timothée asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms. 

“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it. 

Timothée sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.

“I'm okay, don't worry.” 

Timothée cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.” 

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”

Timothée sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”

“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”

“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.” 

“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Oh, baby,” Timothée whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.

Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.” 

“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with. 

You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. But….” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly. 

“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?” 

Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves. 

“Baby….” 

“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”

You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?” 

Timothée chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.” 

“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.” 

“You really want to read it?”

“Yes, I do.” 

You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles. 

timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker. 

kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.

timotheestan: die bitch

– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut. 

– kyjennerbaby: not timothée's fans wanting the girl to die 😭

timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothée throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭 

kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag

jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?

– user1: count me in! 

– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down 

“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” Timothée whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.” 

You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay…” 

“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled. 

"But…but...”

"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?” 

Timothée sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”

“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”

“I don't deserve you.” 

“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” Timothée planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”

You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness. 

Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours. 

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"A Family Affair" - Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader x Paul Atreides

a/n: so there is also irulan/reader, paul/feyd, AND paul/irulan in this BUT the main pairing is feyd/reader/paul. if incest makes you squicky, feel free to scroll past, absolutely zero judgement. many thanks to @you-bleed-just-toknowyouarealive & @dreamlandcreations for your contributions to this crazy fic, i hope you all enjoy! 🩷

Summary: You, Feyd, and Paul come to an agreement. One others do not seem to agree with.

TW: INCEST, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, voyeurism/exhibitionism, dom!paul, hair pulling, p in v sex, creampie AND inkpie, breeding kink, choking, oral f receiving, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, switch!reader, switch!feyd, murder, blood kink, too many things to count i apologize if i missed any, polyamory idk if that's a tw?

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You and Paul had always been close - closer than most. You did everything together, spending every waking moment in each other’s company. At first, it was chalked up to twins being twins. After all, you were each other’s dearest friends in addition to being siblings. It wasn’t until your teen years that your mother began to suspect something deeper between the two of you. The way your gaze lingered on Paul’s hands, his lips… The way Paul touched you longer than necessary when helping you train, reluctant to release you as if he never wanted to let you go. However, she says nothing. Because this is, after all, her doing.

Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam was right. In her selfishness, her desire to prove her love to your father, your mother bore him a son when she was meant to only bear him a daughter. She was so conflicted as she made the decision, struggling with it for the greater part of the conception and pregnancy. She chose to give birth to twins, one boy and one girl, to appease both the Bene Gesserit and to please her beloved Leto, to give him the heir he needed. But her decision, her conflict, was settled far too late. In deciding to bear twins, Lady Jessica ripped a single entity of life, one whose soul had already begun to develop, into two separate beings. Paul and you were each other’s other half in every possible sense of the word.

From your infancy, that longing was there, that deep-seated need to be near each other. You were meant to be one - one body, one soul, one heart. And the only way that burning desire was sated was by remaining near each other. Not even the Bene Gesserit completely understand how this happened. Only your mother, Paul, and you know the truth of the matter. And despite what many would call an inconvenience, the two of you are able to lean on each other, learn everything together faster than you would be able to alone. And so, she allows it.

By the time the two of you are eighteen, you have taken each other as lovers. It is the closest you have ever felt to being one again, and so, you crave each other’s touch, seeking each other out whenever you are able. And this works, for a time. Until you are reminded of the fact that since you are both of age now, you have duties to uphold to both your house and the fulfillment of the Bene Gesserit prophecy. Running away together is not an option. Both of you are too loyal to your house, to your parents to consider such a thing. And so, you concoct a plan to make all this work to your advantage.

From a young age, you have been told that you are to marry Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. And when you turn nineteen, he comes to Caladan to begin your courting. He seems out of place at first, a man of violence and bloodshed on your peaceful planet. But something stirs deep within him as you walk toward him, no, glide - all effortless grace and charming smiles, welcoming him to your home alongside your brother.

Feyd is eager to spend time with you, finding you quite unlike any woman he ever met on Giedi Prime. His Harpies? He was fond of them, but you? You are something else entirely. You are quick-witted, able to keep him on his toes with your acerbic sense of humor, your complete lack of fear toward him. He watches you and your brother train, enjoying sparring with the two of you from time to time, joining in on your lessons. However, Paul lets it be known that the two of you come as a packaged deal. The two of you are always together. He finds fighting the two of you at once rather… Intriguing. You work together as one, anticipating each other’s movements and making a formidable foe. It fascinates him to see siblings as close as you are whereas he and Rabban have always despised each other.

You cuddle up to his side while Paul walks at his other when you take him to the beach, the lake… Seating him between the two of you at your lessons. And you are both… So very affectionate. Paul’s “brotherly” hand on his shoulder, squeezing with a knowing smirk. Your hand caressing his thigh as you smile at him mischievously. And Feyd realizes it. You both want him. The two of you intrigue him, the way you seem to communicate without words, the way your gazes linger on him. And his gaze lingers on you both as well.

Feyd, the two of you come to realize, is a stickler for punctuality. He is always early for your walks, your lessons, your sparring sessions. Always waiting there, twirling the blade of his knife before his heavy gaze settles on you, that handsome smirk curling on his lips. Today is no exception. You invited him to go to the lake once again with you and Paul, stating you had a surprise for him. Feyd wonders if you finally mean to give in to the attraction that clearly exists between you, the wedding now being only one month away. So, as always, he arrives nearly fifteen minutes early, leaning against the wall outside your chambers, waiting for Paul to show up as well.

Except he’s greeted by something else entirely.

He hears it first, your moans of Paul’s name. Your door is cracked ever so slightly, and so he steps closer, wanting to confirm his suspicions. Feyd peers inside, transfixed by the sight of you and Paul standing beside your bed. Paul pulls at a loose string on the bodice of your dress, tugging you closer to him.

“Well?” You stare at him, arching a brow, “Are you going to fuck me or just stare at me?”

Feyd watches Paul grab you by the jaw, clicking his tongue as if to scold you, “Don’t be a brat with me, sister. I might just have to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until it’s too sore to speak if you do that.”

You smirk up at him, pulling him toward you, your lips meeting his in a heated, sloppy kiss, one that he takes control of as the two of you begin to shed your clothes. Feyd watches, his cock growing stiff, palming at it over the fabric of his training leathers, watching Paul lean in to nip at your throat, down your shoulders, all the way to your  breasts. He bites at the skin softly before taking a nipple into his mouth, laving over it with his tongue, using his hand to squeeze at the other, kneading your soft flesh in his hands. He moves his mouth down to just below your navel, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake.

You whine slightly, annoyed by this teasing, “Paul, just fucking do something, I need you!”

He looks up at you, a cocky grin painted on his handsome face, “We have an audience, sister. And I intend on giving our cousin, your future husband, a show.”

Feyd’s eyes widen, knowing that he has been found out. He pushes the door open ever so slightly, stepping into your room, watching the two of you, who seem completely unperturbed by his presence. Rather, you simply continue snapping at your brother.

“Oh quit talking so damned much and fucking put your stupid mouth on-”

You are effectively cut off by Paul licking a long stripe along your slit, making you let out a soft moan of his name. He grins up at you.

“I was only doing as you asked, sweet sister.”

He buries his face inside you, tossing your legs over his shoulders as he laps at your slick folds like a man starved. He lets his teeth brush against the sensitive nub of your pearl, the cold of them making you wince and cringe away from him ever slightly, but Paul has no intention of allowing you to do so.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away from me.”

Paul moves his hands to grip your hips firmly, holding you in place so that you can’t squirm away from him for even a moment. The air is filled with the sounds of him, lapping at your cunt, her moans, and Feyd’s heavy breathing as he watches the entire display.

“Look at him while I make you spill yourself all over my lips. Look at him, darling.”

You laugh breathlessly at his demand and murmur, “As you wish.”

You turn to Feyd, seeing his eyes are transfixed on Paul’s tongue as it presses into you. Feyd’s lips part slightly when he notices that you are looking at him, and you smirk before letting out a low moan and closing your eyes when Paul brushes his teeth against you again. The sensation proves to be too much and before you knows it, her whole body feels as though a tidal wave has washed over you as your arousal spills onto Paul’s lips.

“You taste divine. Would you like to try, darling?”

You nod and sit up, pulling him into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Your moans are louder than necessary, both of you putting on a show for Feyd, who continues watching intently, grabbing the chair by your desk, spinning it around and sitting on it. He leans forward, those darkened teeth of his sinking into his lower lip as he watches the two of you.

“Are you ready for me to fill you up?” Paul asks between kisses.

“Yes,” you let out a wanton moan, your fingers tangling in Paul’s dark curls, “Fuck me, Paul.”

He gives his cock a quick stroke and pushes into you, groaning at the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing around him. The noise you let out is downright obscene, and Feyd watches in fascination as Paul sheathes himself inside you.

“Still so tight for me,” Paul grins, “After all this time of taking my fat cock in that tiny little cunt.”

“Paul,” you hiss angrily, annoyed at his teasing, “Fucking move!”

He pulls out of you completely before quickly pushing back in once more, almost brutishly, making you let out a quiet yelp, “Not so bossy now, are we? Hm?”

Paul begins pounding into you, smirking at the sight of you, his fierce, fearsome twin lying abnormally pliant beneath him. This is the only time you ever even slightly submit to him, when the two of you are like this. He moves his hands to grab you by the hips, fucking you even deeper, letting his cockhead brush against that spot that has you seeing stars. You let out a near scream of his name.

“Oh, God, harder!”

He continues fucking into you without any mercy, his cock filling you to the brim, staring down at you with hard eyes, “Scream my fucking name, pretty girl.”

All that comes out are incoherent moans as he continues fucking you into the mattress. And just as he feels you clench around him, knowing you are about to reach your peak, he pulls out of you completely. You stare up at him in utter and complete shock.

“Paul, what the fuck-”

Before you can complete your sentence, he grips you by the hair and flips you onto your stomach, so that both of you face Feyd, who is completely hypnotized by the sight before him.

Paul begins to pound into you from behind, making you let out a loud cry of his name, “Paul, oh God, it’s too deep, please-”

“Do you need me to stop?” He questions calmly, knowing what the answer will be.

“No,” you snap at him, “Don’t you dare.”

He notices you trying to hide your face in the mattress to muffle the noises you’re making, but that simply cannot do. He growls and grips you even more harshly by the hair.

“Look at your future husband,” he demands, snapping his hips against yours, his balls heavy as they slap against your ass with each thrust, “Fucking look at him and tell him who’s doing this to you. Who’s ruining you. Don’t you dare come until you do.”

Feyd stares at you, seeing that your eyes are watering slightly from the sensation of Paul fucking you, the sight of which makes him even harder; you manage to eke out between your moans, “Paul is doing this to me. Please, Paul-”

You feel the sting of Paul’s hand come down on your ass, making you squeal and Feyd jump slightly, “I said tell him, louder!”

“Paul is doing this to me,” you all but wail as Paul picks up his pace, your hands grasping the sheets, “Paul, oh God, let me-”

“Come for me, my sweet girl. Come on now.”

Feyd watches as Paul moves his hand to rub circles over your clit, making you climax with a final scream of his name, his own end following soon after you. You slump down against the bed, taking a moment to catch your breath, smirking to yourself as you watch Paul beckon Feyd toward the two of you. Feyd rids himself of his clothes in record time, revealing his lean, toned body to you, his cock swaying as he walks toward you. He climbs into the bed, pulling you into his arms, his hand cupping your mound as his fingers slowly begin to tease you. Your eyes flutter shut and you pull him into a kiss, Paul’s hand caressing your breast, squeezing, pinching your nipple as you feel him begin to harden against your ass. You lean away slightly, watching with pleasure as Feyd and Paul share a kiss next, as if fighting each other for dominance, the sight arousing you. The fact that your brother and your husband-to-be are both such powerful men and yet you get to see them like this… It’s intoxicating.

Feyd moves back to kiss you again, smirking as you straddle him, Paul moving behind you. You sink down onto Feyd’s cock with a low moan, one that he echoes, his hands moving to hold your hips as you bounce up and down on his cock. He sits up, kissing your neck, squeezing the flesh of your ass, spreading it so that Paul can lick his fingers and push two inside you, preparing you to take his cock. All the while you continue riding Feyd, kissing him, letting him kiss Paul, the three of you a tangle of limbs. And when Paul’s cock fills you, both of them inside you at once, it’s almost like everything has fallen into place. They both fuck into you, looking at you as if you are the center of their world, their universe. As if you are their empress. As if you own them.

And perhaps you do.

The three of you are inseparable from that day on. It is like you and Paul have found the missing piece to the puzzle - and it is Feyd. And nothing changes after you and Feyd are wed. Sometimes Feyd dominates you, grabbing you by the throat, fucking you into submission, breeding you the way a Harkonnen breeds their wife. And sometimes he lets you and Paul dominate him, your mouth or cunt wrapped around his cock while Paul fucks him. And sometimes? He fucks Paul while his mouth laves attention on your sweet little pussy, grabbing you, tasting you, wanting nothing more than to be with you.

And when Irulan is wed to Paul, the boys aren’t the least bit surprised when they find you in Paul and Irulan’s bed on the wedding night, your face between her thighs as her fingers twist in your hair. Feyd fucks you and Paul fucks his new bride while you and your sister-in-law kiss. And all is well.

The arrangement between the four of you is only ever questioned once. It is when the question of who is to inherit Arrakis arises, and Feyd’s brother wishes for his children to be given the title. The hearing is on Giedi Prime, with nearly everyone of import in attendance. Your and Paul’s parents, the Baron, the Emperor, even the Reverend Mother. You stand there calmly, a hand resting on your stomach, growing with your and your husband’s third child while you have borne two of Paul’s, Feyd’s hand resting over yours as you speak your piece. Feyd declares that since he is far more worthy of being his uncle’s heir than Rabban, it should be your son that comes after him in the line of succession. His uncle watches all of this, the way holds you in his arms, doting on you, your brother and Irulan closeby, also supporting your claim.

“Her children are bastards!” Rabban bellows, pointing at you, his eyes darkened with rage.

“I could have your tongue for that,” Paul declares coldly, staring his brother-in-law down, hand moving toward his blade, readying to strike.

Irulan and you exchange a look, wondering when in the world this cock-measuring competition is going to come to an end, when Rabban yells again, “And their mother is a whore!”

It is Feyd who reacts, drawing his crysknife within mere seconds, his body moving with lethal precision as he strikes once, with enough strength to take Rabban’s head clean off his body, smirking down at his headless corpse, meeting your gaze, “He can keep his tongue.”

Your brother stifles a chuckle at your husband’s actions while Irulan merely sighs reproachfully. You, however? When he returns to your side, his face coated with blood, you pull him into a deep kiss, both of you moaning in a display of your affection for the known universe to see. Growing tired of this display, Irulan tugs you away and pulls you into a kiss of her own, her father and your own father’s eyes going wide at the sight, and finally? You smile up at Paul. He presses a kiss to your forehead and then your lips, cupping your face in his hands.

Never again was the arrangement questioned, for all the universe knew an attack on your honor would elicit swift and severe retribution from your husband, your brother, or your lover.

And they cared not to see which of them it would be.

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Her Emperor, His Destiny

(Alpha!Paul Atreides x Omega!BeneGesserit!Reader)

Summary: Ever since Paul presented no omega has smelled remotely appealing to him. His only reprieve is his dreams that have been filled with nothing but an angelic voice calling out to him, the silhouette of a woman he can’t quite make out, and the sweetest saccharine smell. Wk: 3.2k

Warnings: General omegaverse behaviors, knotting, scenting, marking, breeding, Paul and reader are a soul bound pair, inappropriate use of the voice(by both Paul & Reader) , fluff, kinda love making? Idk this is much softer than my usual smut. I think that’s it, lmk if I missed any!! 18+MNDI!!

A/N: Listen… I know this is left field for me but I made a promise to myself that I would start writing for ME again, and that means writing whatever I want. I saw Dune 2 and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Paul is so alpha coded I feel like it was dropped in my lap.

Paul expected the air to be different, smell different, out in the desert planes of Arkkis. Thus far it’s as he expected. The smell of spice and sand permeate the air to the point that it’s over powering, flooding every single one of your senses. The sand lingers on any inch of exposed skin practically borrowing its way underneath. The smell of spice is so strong that it feels like it’s drowning you, invading your lungs and nostrils, coating them, leaving your insides feeling like sandpaper if you dare breathe it in.

But as he follows Stilgar into the sietch he can’t even be bothered with the glares and sideways glances from the Freman because the further they walk the more his senses are hit with an overwhelmingly saccharine smell. It was like someone was baking the finest pastry mixed with a warm milk bath on a cold winter's day. He had only ever smelled something as sweet as this in his dreams. A scent he’s dreamed of so vividly that it lingered in his nostrils when he woke, but he’s never caught a whiff of it in waking hours until now. There was no doubt in his mind that this is the same scent. The scent that’s haunted him every night since he presented. The scent of his omega, his destined mate.

“I can hear and smell you scenting back there, Paul Atreides… I suggest you get your pheromones under control before we enter.” Stilgar looks back at him with an apprehensive look and Paul apologizes nodding in agreement. “Mating is a very sacred thing to my people. Each pair must be approved and blessed by the high priestess. And all unmated omegas rooms are on the opposite side of the alphas. It is very important that you follow all rules, but especially this one. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” He understood the rule but does that mean he was going to follow it? He could certainly try. But that scent was intoxicating and the closer they got to the sietch the stronger it got. He knows given the chance, he’d break that rule in an instant. Consequences be damned.

“Many wait for their soul bound mate and majority of them die alone, never finding the one.” Paul found this odd. Soul bounds are few and far between nowadays and he comes from a place where mating is a transaction, a bargain, something of power and not of love. But as that sugary sweet scent swirls around him, almost making him dizzy, he thinks he might understand wanting to wait for your one. It’s been a few years now since he presented and no omega has ever smelled even remotely appealing to him. They either smelled of nothing or downright revolting, his only reprieve was in his dreams. His dreams filled with that sugary smell and the figure of a woman whose face he could never quite make out.

When Stilgar pulled his mother aside Paul found himself alone in a room filled with stares. Some looked at him in awe, certain he was their long awaited Maud’Dib. Others looked at him with disdain, snickering to each other as they shamelessly pointed his way. But he honestly wasn’t concerned with any of it, because as he sat against the stony wall the scent was stronger than ever. He could almost taste it. His eyes searched the room, craving nothing more than to put a face to the smell that has nearly become his drug. But as he looked across the various faces surrounding him, no one stuck out to him.

But he was certain she was in this room, if not this one than the next. That warm saccharine scent was so close it was as if it were right next to him. That’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Either this person was stealthy or he was so lost in thought he didn’t hear them approaching but when his head whips around to see who it is he feels like his heart is going to burst. He hears the sound of bells ringing, a sound that he’s only heard in the churches back home. There standing over him is the most ethereal woman he’s ever seen, beautiful, perfect, sweet smelling, you.

“Hello, Paul Atreides, I’ve been waiting for you.” You smile down at him sweetly, your eyes filled with adoration. You aren’t dressed like the Fremen, no tans or browns or stillsuit to be found. A black silky dress adorns your form, fitting you perfectly. There’s a sheer midnight colored scarf wrapped around your head and shoulders, framing your face like the greatest work of art. You weren’t Fremen. You were a Bene Gesserit. Or at the very least, one in training.

“I think… I’ve been waiting for you too.” Paul’s voice is trance-like, looking up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. The sound of the voice you’ve heard so many times in your slumber sending chills down your spine.

“Won’t you come with me? I have so much to tell you.” You look at him eagerly, offering him your danity ringed hand.

“I don’t know if I’m… supposed to…” He wants nothing more than to follow you. He would follow you into one of the suns of Arakkis if you asked him to. But he knew he was already on thin ice here and he feared what would happen to him and his mother if he were to upset anyone further.

“Do not bother with them, they will see the way. They will see what I’ve seen. Soon they will be cheering your name. Come.”

Paul scans the room, all eyes are on the two of you but when he looks back at your reassuring smile it’s like no one else matters, no one else exists. He takes your hand, letting you pull him along through hallways and far away from prying eyes. You drag him into a room that he assumes is yours, shutting the door behind you.

“Have you dreamt of me, Paul?” You sit on the bed and pull the scarf from your head, leaning back on your palms. You look so beautiful and the room is engulfed in your scent. It clings to every inch of the space and radiates off of you in waves.

“Yes… have you dreamt of me?” He takes an apprehensive step toward you, leaving a few feet of distance between the two of you. His green eyes feel as if they’re eating you alive and the scent of him causes slick to rush into your panties.

“Yes, every night since I presented as an omega my dreams have been filled with nothing but you. And more recently I’ve had visions of you in my waking hours. Will you tell me, Paul, about your dreams?” Your voice is as sweet as your scent. The way you’re leaning back on your hands makes the silk of your dress taunt against your breasts, your peaked nipples on display. The sight of you and the unmistakable smell of your slick makes his cock stir in his pants.

“They aren’t very vivid… mostly just flashes of you from behind, the sound of your voice, you were always saying ‘come to me Paul, for I am your destiny’ but your scent? That was so clear to me.” He takes another step forward, reaching a hand out as if he’s going to touch you but he lets it fall to his side, like he thought better of it. “I didn’t know it was possible to have a sense of smell in your dreams, but night after night I was surrounded by your scent as I slept.”

“I could smell you as well and I smelled you the minute you arrived. But my dreams are much more detailed than yours. There is much you do not know.” You approach him, closing the small distance between you. You rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Would you like me to tell you about them?”

“I’d love nothing more, omega.” His thumb gently caresses the apple of your cheek before traveling down to push some of your hair off your shoulder. He’s looking down at you expectantly, eagerly waiting for you to speak.

“Your dreams are correct, I am your destiny, and you are mine. I can feel the doubt in your heart, feel that you do not believe in yourself, do not believe that you are the Maud’Dib but you are, sweet Paul. For I have seen it.”

“Tell me? What have you seen?” He searches your eyes for signs of doubt or deceit but all he sees is truth there. Truth and the same adoring look you gave him when he first saw you.

“I’ve seen you learning the ways of the Fremen. I’ve seen you move them, rally them. I’ve seen a battle in which you win. I’ve seen you upon the emperor's throne, ruling over all, with me by your side, our child in my arms.” Your hands travel from his chest to take his face in your soft palms where you rub soothing circles on his temples.

“You saw… all of that?” Paul’s voice sounded exasperated, like what you’ve told him took all the breath from his lungs. He feels like it has. The finality and bluntness in which you speak tell him that your words are true.

“Yes, and more. There will be plenty of time to tell you about it all. But right now? I need you.” Right as the words leave your mouth a gush of slick drips down your legs. The presence of your mate triggering your heat weeks early.

“Tell me what you need, omega.” His voice drops an octave, taking on that deep alpha tone. It makes your heart speed up as another gush of slick drips from your core. You can’t help but think what it would be like if he used The Voice on you. Regularless of how absolutely blasphemous that would be considered.

“I need you, alpha. I need your cock. I need you to fill me up and lock your seed inside me with your knot.” Paul lets out a growl before reaching out, one hand gripping onto your hip to pull you flush against him and the other going to the back of your neck so he could connect his lips with your own.

The kiss starts off rough, eager, and hungry. But after a few moments his lips become tender against your own, his fingers threading through your hair as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You grant him access, immediately intertwining his tongue with your own, moaning at the taste of him.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, my moon. Ask for it and it is yours.” He kisses down your jaw to your throat where he runs the tip of his nose along your scent gland, inhaling deeply. “You wish for me to make love to you? Then I shall.”

Paul pushes the thin straps of your satin dress down your shoulders, kissing along the column of your throat, your collar bones, across your shoulders. You drop your arms so the straps fall the rest of the way down, the dress slipping down your body with them. Leaving you bare before him aside from the thin black material of your panties.

“Absolutely beautiful, angelic.” He runs the back of his hand down your cheek, your jaw, your neck, all the way down until his back knuckles are caressing the tender peaks of your nipples. He slides it across your chest, giving the other the same treatment before taking both of your tits in his hands. He gently squeezes them, pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers, eliciting little whimpers from you.

“I heard your mother has been teaching you our ways. How is your training?” Paul raises an eyebrow at you, certainly wondering why you’re asking him about that at a time like this. “I only ask because I was wondering if you might want to practice on me.”

“Do you mean…?” He looks at you with wide eyes and you smirk, biting your lip.

“That’s exactly what I mean. I can feel your apprehension, don’t be afraid, I want this.” You lean into him, smashing his hands that are still on your chest between your bodies as you lean up to you run your nose along his scent gland, darting your tongue out to taste the sweat and spice that coat his skin. He grabs onto your shoulders, pushing you back so he can look in your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. But as every other time he’s looked in your eyes tonight, he’s seen nothing but honesty there. Nothing but truth.

“Get on the bed on your back. Spread your legs.” Your body immediately reacts, doing exactly as he asks. Paul approaches the foot of the bed, standing between your spread legs. “That’s a good girl.”

His hands grip onto your knees, pushing your legs further apart, leaning down to shove his face between your legs. His nose runs along the soaked material of your panties, deeply inhaling the sugary sweet smell of your slick.

“Alpha, please.”

“You do not have to beg, my moon. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” Paul smirks up at you before lacing his fingers into the band of your panties and ripping them in half. He runs his tongue up your slit, circling it around your sensitive clit. The feeling of his hot wet mouth has you coming undone instantly, your slick gushing all over his chin and down his neck where it drips onto his shirt. He moans at the taste, sweeter than anything that’s ever graced his taste buds. “Yes, that’s my good little omega, give it all to me, let me drink in your sweet nectar.”

He dives back in, shoving his tongue as deep into your pussy as it can go, fucking you with it. His lips come up to wrap around your clit while his fingers circle your dripping entrance. He runs his fingers through your folds before shoving them knuckle deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck! I’m going to cum again, I’m gonna cum.” You move your hips against his face as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot, your legs clamp around his head and your entire body shakes as your high washes over you. Paul pushes himself up from the bed, ridding himself of his clothes before climbing back over to you, situating himself on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. His hard cock is resting against your lower stomach, the tip leaking precum onto your skin.

“I want to taste you too.” You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You didn’t even care that the ache between your legs wouldn’t be satiated until he was inside you, you needed to taste him.

“Next time. I need to be inside you now.” It comes out a soft whisper, his forehead resting against your own. He reaches between your bodies, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance. He connects his lips with your own, kissing you passionately as he begins to push inside you. You both moan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your own. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, slipping your tongue into his mouth as his thrusts begin to pick up.

“Mmm you feel amazing, my love, my lord, my emperor.” Paul looks into your eyes as he continues to fuck you at a linguid pace, rolling his hips against your own as he pushes himself as deep inside you as possible.

“My moon, my destiny.” He picks up the pace, pushing up on his knees and wrapping your legs around his hips. Your tits jiggle with every thrust, the fucked out love sick gaze that you send his way makes his skin even hotter.

“I want you to fill me up, alpha. Fill me with your cum. Put a pup in me. So we can fulfill our prophecy.” Paul snakes a hand between the two of you, connecting his thumb with your clit so he can rub circles on it in time with his thrusts.

“Open your mouth.” The sound of him using The Voice makes your walls clench around him, your jaw dropping open at his command. He leans down, letting the spit that had collected in his mouth drip down into your tongue. “Swallow it.”

You swallow with an audible gulp. Your heart warming at the gesture that anywhere else would be considered lewd but here on Arakkis to share one’s sacred spit with another was a grand gesture of love.

“Thank you, my love. You taste better than the finest feast. I cannot wait to know what your cum tastes like.” Paul groans at that, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. His thrusts start to grow sloppy but he refuses to finish before you do.

“Cum for me.” As soon as the words leave his mouth your walls are convulsing around him, sucking him as your slick soaks his cock.

“Mark me, Paul. Sink your teeth into my flesh and bind us together as we are meant to be.” You tug on his arms, pulling his upper half so it’s draped over you, his face buried in your neck. His thrusts become slow and deep again, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you.

“But Stilgar said…” He groans, using every ounce of strength in his body to not just sink his teeth into your soft neck.

“I do not care what Stilgar said. This is bigger than him. Bigger than all of them. Mark me.” His mouth moves before his mind can process what’s happening, his teeth sinking deep into your flesh, breaking the skin. The feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt. Electricity washes through your body, the most world altering orgasm of your life wracks through you, and you feel like your soul leaves you, connecting with Paul’s before returning to your earthly vessel. He pushes his hips flush against yours, ropes of his cum spilling inside you.

“Oh fucking shit.” Paul groans, pulling his mouth from your neck, gliding his tongue over the indents of his teeth. He leans back to look at you, eyes roaming your face. His knot swells inside of you and a look of pain crosses your features before turning into one of ecstasy. Loud moans leave your lips as your final orgasm of the night washes over you. Paul leans down, connecting his lips with yours, kissing you like it’s the last thing he will ever do. Though it was far from it.

“I hope you are not upset with me, Maud’Dib.” You take his face in your hands, running the top of your nose along his cheek.

“I don’t think I could ever be upset with you, my love. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on when you used The Voice on me…” he chuckles, resting his forehead against your own. “I am so happy I finally found you…”

“You have me now, until the day I take my last breath I will belong to you, Paul Atreides. Together, we will accomplish great things.”

[fragileheartbeats]

Timmy gifs that make me fall for him all over again 🥺🖤

I really should start writing for him...

[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: I recently figured out how to do the 'read more' mechanic. I knew what it was, but I didn't know how to do it until I realized it was an option when you wanted to add links, GIFs, etc., lol I've already added it to the previous chapters, so I'll add 'read more' to the future chapters of the story. I even added them to my Wonka story! Read that if you want another story with a Timothée Chalamet character x reader plot.

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

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Chapter 8: Reunion

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

Jessica was tied up to a chair, gagged.

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

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

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

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

The Ornithopter they were in started flying, the lights inside turning green. After some time, one of the Harkonnens spoke, “I've never had a high born. You?”

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

“She is high born enough for me.”

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

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

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

Paul looked down, breathing in deeply and saw what her son was trying to do, “No. You're not ready.” She signed to him, shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

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

“Remove her gag.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Harkonnen did as he was told and started to cut the rope around Paul's ankles. Though the other Harkonnen comes from the front of the ship, putting a hand over Jessica's mouth.

Resisting, Jessica bit into the hand, making him groan out in pain. He was about to stab Jessica, but she acted faster, “Stop! Cut the rope.” She used the Voice again. He obeyed, setting her free.

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

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

“Your pitch was too forced.” Jessica scolded.

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

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

“They've crippled the ship.”

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

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

They looked out in silent shock.

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

“Paul?! Lady Jessica?!”

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

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

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

“I thought I lost you.” He whimpered into his neck.

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

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

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

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

“The same goes for you, (Your Name).”

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

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

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

((Here's what the desert themed Heartless look like.))

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

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

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

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

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

“He has unlocked his power.” Jessica muttered.

“This is the Haris Aldaw’s power?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually the last Heartless was defeated.

((Music ends here))

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

“Unreal, huh?” The boy muttered.

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

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

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

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

The three of them now were wandering the Arrakis desert.

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

[roxygen22]

>>combining two similar asks, though tweaked to be gender neutral<<

Hold Me

You woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the shower running. You reached around beside you and found an empty space where Timothée would normally lay. Odd, you thought. You rolled over and tried to go back to sleep until you heard faint whimpering above the rushing water.

Concerned, you got up and quietly padded to the bathroom door. As you got closer, you could more clearly hear more sniffles. You lightly knocked, but Timothée did not answer. Too worried to prioritize his privacy, you pushed through the door and opened the shower curtain. At first, it looked as if nobody was there, until you looked down and saw your boyfriend sitting on the floor. He trembled as the water ran over him.

You immediately knelt to the bathmat and ran your fingers through his wet curls. His eyes were set in an unfocused stare that never showed any recognition of your presence.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you pleaded.

The sound of your voice brought his attention back to you. "Please. Please, hold me," Timothée begged before breaking down into sobs.

No questions asked, you dropped your robe and climbed into the tub. You sat behind him and pulled him close. He turned so his face laid on your bare chest. The water was hot, yet he was still shivering.

"Shhh, shhhh," you cooed as you rocked him slightly. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I f-froze in rehearsal today. I couldn't rem-member m-my lines. I haven't been able to p-practice because I have to be everywhere all at once. Dinners, premiers, m-meetings, costuming, travel. I- I can't keep up. I can't do this. I just can't."

"You've been going at an inhuman pace. It was just a matter of time before it all caught up to you, my love." You kissed the top of his head. "You need a break."

"But, I have the premier in Montreal..."

"No buts. If you do not take a break voluntarily, then either your mind or body are going to force you to stop longer than you want," you said sternly, but gently, as you ran your fingers along his arm. "Now, let's get you toweled off so you don't also get sick on top of all of this."

You turned off the water and grabbed the towel. You gently squeezed the excess water from his curls, patting him dry as best you could from his seat on the shower floor.

"Can you stand, love?" you asked.

Timothée nodded and put his weight on his arms on the ledge of the tub. He stood shakily and took your hand to support his step out onto the bathmat. You wrapped the towel around his waist and guided him back to the bedroom. As you passed in front of the vanity lights, you saw just how dark and deep the circles were under his eyes.

You lifted the blankets and sheets so he could slide into bed. He whined for you to join him, but you first wanted to set up the diffuser with lavender oil and a white noise machine to help him sleep. As soon as you laid down, his gangly limbs snaked around you. You positioned yourself so that he could lay his head on you again. You placed a lingering kiss on his forehead. "I love you, Timothée."

He sighed and nuzzled into your neck. "I love you, too." Soon, his breathing evened out and slowed in sleep. The two of you became untangled during the night so that you were facing each other come morning. You woke up first and stared at his relaxed features. He came to a few minutes later.

"Please stay home today, my love. If you want, I'll even call your assistant to clear your day. You need to rest."

He smiled. "As long as you stay home today, too."

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Masterlist

[ghostfacd]

SHE WAS LIKE A SHOT OF EPRESSO

pairing. tom blyth x actress!fem!reader (mentions of other actors x fem!reader platonically)

summary. in which you are the epitome of sunshine and radiance within your co stars OR all the times your co stars have talked interviewers’ ears off about you

installment of this au | read for context!

Time 1: Tom Blyth

“How’s Y/N as a cast mate?”

That question shouldn’t make Tom Blyth smile that wide — but he does — because he’s so utterly and unconditionally inlove with you.

“Oh gosh, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Tom begins. “As her boyfriend, I think I’m being pretty biased when I say this, but Y/N Avocot as a cast mate has honestly been the best experience of my life. There has not been a day where she doesn’t make me laugh so hard that my ribs start hurting, and there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t made me smile.” He pauses for a moment, pondering the next words to say.

“Y/N’s just that type of person, you know? She’s like the warm sunlight that engulfs you every morning you open your curtains, she’s like that newly brewed coffee that helps hydrate and bring you back to life. She’s everything.” And he says this in such a loving manner that the interviewer practically awes, the cameraman zooming the camera to show Tom’s dilated pupil.

“Your pupils are dilated!” The interviewer mentions, laughing as she points towards his eyes.

“Oxytocin is a warm hormone that’s released when you talk about someone you love,” Tom shrugs. “All my friends say my pupils dilate when I’m near Y/N, that’s just the effect she has on people.”

“Well there it is folks! Tom Blyth is truly inlove with Y/N Avocot!”

Time 2: Sean Kaufman and Lola Tung

It was an interview discussing the new season of The Summer I Turned Pretty, and it consisted of Sean and Lola who’s schedules were the only ones that were open that day.

“Guys! We’re so happy to have you today,” the interviewer starts.

“Why thank you,” Lola smiles brightly into the camera, smoothing out her dress.

“So obviously, this season is very important to the plot, it contains so much new exciting storylines including Sean’s character, Steven Conklin, and Y/N’s character, Ella!”

“Yes,” Sean laughs, his eyes crinkling. “It was very fun filming the scenes with Y/N, she’s like that little rush of happiness that you just wanna keep inside a jar.”

“Actually!” Lola speaks up, crossing one leg over the other as she leans forward to the interviewer. “Now that Sean’s mentioning it, Y/N really is a rush of happiness. God, everyday on set, I always think ‘I’m gonna probably have to say my lines over a thousand times and be tired by the time I’m done’ but Y/N comes right in, and she’s always making funny faces behind the director which just fills my heart with joy and it’s those little moments that make acting really worth it you know? Like even though I’m dying re filming the same scene over and over again — I know that Y/N’s always going to cheer me up by the end of it.”

“Wow,” the interviewer laughs. “I haven’t even asked you guys about Y/N yet but she seems to be very loved by the crew.”

“Oh yeah,” Sean nods. “Everyone filming loves her. I mean, how could you not?”

And the interviewer thinks the same question, because after interviewing Tom Blyth, she really believes that you really cannot not love Y/N Avocot.

Time 3: Timothee Chalamet

“Timo!” The interviewer greets Timothee excitedly, moving the chair so he could sit.

“Jacob! My favorite interviewer,” and maybe Timothee’s lying, because he’s seen about a million interviewers by now, but it makes Jacob smile, not so much hating his job anymore.

“Your new movie, Miracles in Love, can you tell me more about that?”

“Yes,” Timothee takes a deep breath. “It’s about a boy and girl in their early twenties figuring out what they wanna be in life. My character, Louie Marcel, falls inlove with my co star — Y/N’s character — Maeve Jones after they bump into each other at the bar and talk about how depressing their lives are. It’s pretty funny, y’know. How easy it was to film with Y/N, in fact, it came all naturally.” Timothee pauses, a small smile playing on his lips.

“When you say naturally, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Oh you know Jacob,” Timothee grins. “It’s easy to fall inlove with Y/N Avocot. She’s a remarkable actress, and everything that I filmed with her feels so real that it feels like I’m really Louie and I’m really falling inlove with a girl named Maeve at the local bar near my university.”

“Oh wow,” Jacob, the interviewer, can’t help but gush at Timothee’s endearing statement. “You must be very good friends.”

“Us? Of course!” He laughs as if it was one of the funniest statements on earth. “I’m really good friends with her boyfriend too, Tom. They’re honestly the sweetest couple, don’t know if I’m inlove with him or her. Maybe both,” he jokes.

bellyapologist oh to be yn avocot and be so loved by her cast mates that they’re smiling each time they talk about her

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user1 literally like how do you not cry when you’re being called a literal rush of happiness

user2 lola and sean being so excited to talk about her even though the interviewer didn’t start the interview yet 😭

user3 shows that yn is rly a good person

timotheesgf YN AVOCOT LET ME BE YOU PLEASEEEE LOOK AT HOW TIMOTHEE TALKS ABT HER GOD LIFE IS NOT FAIR

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user4 “it’s easy to fall inlove with yn avocot” FUCKKKKK

user5 “everything I filmed with her feels so real” oh tom and kylie are punching the air rn

user9 she must’ve saved a planet in her past life cause..

user10 same energy as “she was like a shot of espresso” 😭😭😭😔😔😔