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Look alive, besties & fellow whores, the HQ photos dropped and hoo boi howdy I need a full gallon of water after this because…

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I know I am kind of late but I am new to your blog, but I was wondering that is part 2 of this is possible ??? Because this story was amazing and I keep on wondering what would have happened next. Sorry if this bothers you. :)

Werewolf? Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: remus with a reader who’s new to the order when they group together (golden trio era) and they haven’t met before, and she’s getting questions about her and she says she’s been studying ware wolves? you can imagine where it could go from there xx

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long to write and sorry that it’s a bit short 💜

“I am so sorry I’m late, I got kept behind at work!” You explained as you made a frantic enterence into an order of the phoenix meeting. The enterance was quite dramatic, you bursting through the black door to the kitchen. “Ah, y/n!” Sirius said as he stood up to greet you., gently pulling you into a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” You nodded and agreed. The only empty chair was two seats away from Sirius, second from the right, in between a man you recognised as Arthur Weasley, the two of you knew each other through work, and another man who looked to be around a year or two older then you. As you took your seat, Sirius introduced you to the group. “This is y/n everyone. Y/n this is...” he paused to take a deep breath in. “Arthur, yours truly, Mad-Eye Moody, Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, Fred, Molly, Ginny, and lastly Remus.” You followed the direction of Sirius’ hand as he pointed to all the individuals. “It’s lovely to meet you all, as Sirius said; I’m y/n.” A circle of nods run around the table with a mumble of helloes.

The meeting was going quite smoothly. Well, as smoothly as a meeting during a war could. That was until Sirius told Harry that Voldemort was raising an army again and Molly tried to intervene. “No, that’s enough. He’s just a boy. You say much more and you might as well induct him straight away!” She said, snatching the news paper out of Harry’s hands. “Here we go!” You mumbled and rolled you eyes, head then crashing on the table. A chuckle came the man you had learnts name was Remus. “I’m thinking the same thing!” He whispered. “This probably won’t end well.” Sure enough, it didn’t because Harry said “Good I want to join. If Voldemort raising an Army, then I want to fight!” Sirius clapped his hands and gave Molly an ‘I told you so’ look. “Bloody hell” Remus said, his body perfectly in sinc with Sirius as they both leant back in their chairs. You giggled abit at his reaction, it was obvious that the two of you were thinking the same thing. “Don’t you think it would be better to discuss this when Professor Dumbledore and other members are here?” Hermione asked, well more told. Heads nodded in agreement and that seemed to have settled it for now.

Everyone chose to ignore the mutters of disagreements and profanities coming out of Harry’s mouth as everyone packed, ready to leave and go back to their respective rooms. As everyone left and you started to stand up, Remus put his hand on you shoulder to stop you. “Hey.” He said softly. You turned around to faced the older gentleman. “Yes Remus?” Was your reply, a smile dancing on your lips. To be honest you thought he was kind of attractive and he seemed like a nice guy. If you weren’t such a nervous wreck all the time, you probably would have asked him out by now. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Remus started talking again. “You said you got held up at work,” he paused for a second to formulate his sentence without sounding like a stalker. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you work as?” A smile spread across your face, one of your favourite subject to talk about was what you did for a living because you found it so cool. “I work at the ministry, I study werewolves. I’m currently trying to find a way of reversing them. You know if the person doesn’t want to be a wolf anymore, they can take something that can reverse the effects and harms of being one.” You rambled. A shocked expression made its way onto Remus. “Wa- wait. So you... um. So you don’t think that werewolves are monsters?” He finally spluttered out the sentence. You shook your head and him and giggled. “Of course not. I couldn’t even begin to imagine being a werewolf. I feel sorry for everyone who is one. I mean the amount of pain and suffering they have to go through. I wish I could give them all a big hug you know. Oh and don’t get me started on the kids.”

Remus’ heart skipped a few beats. He had never met someone who understood and felt so much sympathy for people like himself, people who thought of them as monsters, as abominations, as burdens. He knew from the second he saw you that there was something different about you. Maybe it was your kind and forgiving aura, or maybe it was destiny.

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buckybarnesstar masterlist

a lot of you were saying the link in my bio doesn’t work, so I knew I needed to make this into a text post! here you go, my winter children! :) if anything starts heading towards NSFW and I haven’t listed it as such, you know the rules, stop reading. I haven’t read through everything in a while! anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading! .c

!!!! DO NOT READ NSFW IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 !!!!

★  Bucky x Reader  ★

Little Writings (not requested/old to new):

Bucky confesses his feelings

He finds out your secret

Nat calls you a prude (slight NSFW)

You Share a Floor With Sam and Bucky Pt. 2

Creep

Valentine’s Day

Wakanda

Cold

Do You Need A Hug?

Two Haunted Souls

Leather Jacket (NSFW)

Halloween Party (NSFW)

Ilanga

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Series (old):

You and Bucky Don’t Get Along:  (untitled but its old so im unbothered)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

He’s Not The One:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Save Me:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Mission Impossible:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Requests (old to new):

Period Moods

I’m The Winter Soldier

Smartass

Argument

Sparring Partner Pt. 2

Prank Wars

Movie Night

Our Baby

Shower Buddy

Jealousy

Undercover Mission

Savior

Dear Diary

Sister

Shy (NSFW)

Not Good Enough

Cafe Girl

Adoration

Not So Shy (NSFW)

Bucky’s Journal

Little Bundle Of Joy

You’re Good Enough For Me

More Than Fuck Buddies (NSFW)

Self Defense Trainer (NSFW)

Mrs. Stark

Short Hair (NSFW)

Money

Hidden Feelings

Enemies or Friends

Snow Angel

Angry

Surprise (NSFW)

Dance Partner

Roses

I’ll Take Care Of You

Russian Bucky (NSFW)

Meant To Be

Take Care Of Her

Sick

The Song (NSFW)

Clint’s Daughter pt.2 pt. 3 (NSFW)

Sebastian “Jealous” Stan

Safe

You Deserve Better

Unappreciated

Bucky’s Plan (slight NSFW)

Shopping (NSFW)

Distant

Car Accident

Two Soldiers, One Girl (NSFW / Stucky)

I Would Never Hurt You

Young pt.2  (NSFW)

Secret Admirer

Red Wine Kiss  (slight NSFW)

Clingy

Worry

Dylan O’Brien

I’m Your Girl

Cigarettes, Whiskey, Love

A True Gentleman

Better

Shot

Anathema

For My Eyes Only

Runaway

Warmth

The Video

Made of Metal

Afraid

Protection

Escape

Get Her Back

Keep You Safe

Novoye nachalo

A Date

Mixed Signals

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Christmas Writings:

Christmas Shopping

Christmas Shenanigans (Request)

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

★ Sebastian Stan ★

Wizard World

Distant (Request)

You’re Perfect (Request)

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Timothée Chalamet on the set of 'Wonka'

Timothée Chalamet at the DUNE: Part Two press conference in Seoul, South Korea (February 21, 2024) (HQs)

I wanted to round up these more polished and/or recent pieces and see them together.

...WoW... 💖✨💖

"Dreaming Of You" - Paul Atreides x Reader

a/n: dedicated to @targaryenbarbie @howyouloveyourdragon and @alexagirlie my beloveds 🩷

Summary: Paul meets the girl of his dreams. The only surprise is that she's not a stranger to him.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, CNC, dubcon, INAPPROPRIATE USE OF THE VOICE, oral f receiving, overstim, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2,000

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

He’s only seen you in dreams until now, your eyes alway seeing through to the very heart of him. Today is the first day he has seen you in the flesh. And he’s rendered speechless. Paul walks toward you, hesitant and unsure, his voice barely above a whisper as he questions.

“Who are you?”

You give him that smile. That same infuriatingly beautiful smile you always have in his dreams, the one that tells him you know something that he does not.

“Have you forgotten me so quickly?”

Paul stares at you, brow furrowed. There’s something that calls him to you. Something beyond his dreams. As he stands there, thinking to himself, desperately trying to remember you, he hears you laugh. And the memories all come flooding back as if a dam has opened inside is mind. He smiles at you, eyes going wide as he finally recognizes you.

“Little Idaho?”

“The one and only!” You affirm, hands on your hips, “Though I guess I looked pretty different the last time we saw each other.”

Yeah, that’s an understatement. When he last saw you, the two of you were just a couple of kids. And now, you’re this goddess. The literal woman of his dreams. Paul continues staring at you intensely, unsure of whether or not he should reach out and touch you, fearful that if he does, this will all turn out to be some cruel trick and you will disappear from his life again. You give him a curious look, tilting your head to the side.

“Paul? What is it?”

“I had thousands of dreams… Of a woman who would be my destiny…”

You shake your head, linking arms with him as the two of you walk into the palace, “There you go, talking in riddles again. You’re just as frustrating as when we were kids, you know?”

His cheeks turn scarlet as he watches you run up to Duncan, your big brother greeting you with a wide smile as the two of you embrace. Though he tries to attribute it to the Arrakian heat, Paul knows his blush is solely because of you. He knows it’s completely ridiculous, but he feels a pit in his stomach as he watches you ignore him in favor of speaking to your brother. The two of you chatter away animatedly and he watches his dearest friend and the girl of his dreams like an outsider looking in. That is, until you glance over him, grab him by the hand, and bring him into the conversation.

You don’t let go of Paul’s hand right away, either, a warm feeling arising inside him at the feeling of your soft palm against his. You tell the two of them what’s been happening on Caladan in the last week or so, either not feeling or not paying attention to Paul’s gaze on you. Duncan seems to notice it, however, and excuses himself, giving his friend a wink and making himself scarce. Paul is barely able to hold back his sigh of relief as he turns to you, offering to walk you to one of the guest rooms.

You nod eagerly, “Yeah, I need to wash all this sand off of me. I have no clue how the two of you manage to live like this.”

Paul smirks slightly at your dramatics before gesturing for you to follow him. He keeps glancing back at you, out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to lose a minute of precious time. The harsh Arrakian sun filters through the windows, not yet hot enough to close off the palace, illuminating you as you walk. It’s difficult to look away from you.

He opens the door to your room and laughs to himself as you drop your bag and run to dive onto the bed, sprawling out over it. Paul watches as you turn onto your back, a contented smile on your face, his eyes tracing the contours of your body, lingering on the curve of your breasts, your hips… His stomach tightens and he waits for you to say or do something, anything, to give him some indication of what you want. 

Finally, you sit up, patting the space beside you on the bed. Paul clears his throat, moving to sit down next to you, his hands resting on his lap, his thigh pressed flush up against yours. You angle your body toward him, smiling brightly.

“So, has your mom been helping you with the Voice? How’s that going?”

Paul nods, happy that you remember something about him, “Yes, I’m learning a lot.”

“Try it on me,” you request, meeting his gaze, “C’mon. Command me to do something.”

His cheeks flush yet again. Command you? The idea is appealing, but… He bites the inside of his cheek, his voice trembling slightly as he speaks.

“Command you? Are you sure?”

You nod eagerly, “Come on. Let’s see if you’re any good at it.”

The almost taunting, teasing edge to your voice makes him desperate to prove himself to you. He clears his throat again, speaking in a low, clear voice.

“Sit closer to me.” But you don’t move. You shake your head, indicating that you felt no pull to obey him. Paul sighs in annoyance, biting his lip as he thinks for a moment before you urge him to try again. He takes a deep breath, his voice even lower now, rougher as he demands, “Sit closer to me.”

As if in a trance, you move closer to him, your body pressed flush up against his. At first, he wonders the effect this will have on you, but you’re like an excitable child, bouncing up and down, asking him to try something else. His heart pounds at your proximity, the scent of your shampoo, the feel of your skin. Paul is consumed with the desperate need to kiss every inch of you, but he steels himself, wanting to please you, and uses the Voice again.

He looks into your eyes, using that same timbre as he did before, “Close your eyes.”

You do as he asks, laughing to yourself, “Wow. I wish I could use that to tell Duncan to shut his mouth.”

He can’t help but laugh at your joke, but with every passing minute, the desire, no, the need to kiss you grows stronger and stronger. He leans in slightly, close enough that you can feel his breath upon your lip, your faces nearly touching as he speaks again.

“Open them.”

Your eyes open and you look him in the eyes, a lazy smile on your face as you whisper, “If you want to kiss me, you don’t need to use the Voice for it, Paul.”

He gulps, your words filling him with excitement as he leans in even closer, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek; Paul’s voice is an almost timid whisper as he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, your eyes closing once more as you lean in. Paul’s movements echo yours as he cups your face in his hands, pressing his lips against your own. The feeling is nearly enough to drive him insane, your arms wrapping around him as your mouth moves against his own. He tilts his head to the side, eager to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving into your mouth to dance against your own. He’s dreamed of kissing you a hundred times now, if not more, but nothing compares to the real thing.

The two of you fall backward onto the bed, your body on top of his as the two of you continue kissing. Paul watches as you pull away, only to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the ground beside the bed, your pants quickly joining it in a crumpled heap. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he rests his hands on your hips, palming at your soft flesh, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. You tug at the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as he sits up, allowing it to join yours. Your hands move to his pants, pulling them down slightly, along with his underwear, his cock nearly slapping against his stomach, the tip an angry red color, already leaking with precum. You give him a coy smile, your hands moving down the toned planes of his stomach to his hips before you speak again.

“I wonder if you could make me come just using the Voice…”

Your words make him let out a groan of excitement as he flips the two of you over so that he now lays on top of you, a smirk on his face, “I don’t think the Bene Gesserit would approve of it being used for something like that.”

“Do you care?”

“Not a bit.”

His lips find yours again, kissing you passionately, hands moving to cup your tits over your bra, moving behind you to unclasp it. He admires your bare breasts with nothing short of greed. He wraps his lips around one of your nipples, suckling at the pert bud, his fingers hooking in your panties as he tosses them to the ground as well. Both of you lay there, eyes locked, bare bodies intertwined. Paul looks at you, the unspoken question in his gaze answered with a nod of your head. He takes a deep breath before using the Voice on you again.

“Make yourself come without touching yourself where I know you’re dying to.”

He watches as your eyes glaze over, your hands trailing over your body, your face twisting in pleasure as you press your thighs together. Your breathing grows more and more rapid, your face covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tendrils of hair clinging to your face as your hips buck off the mattress, your breathy moans sounding like music to his ears. Paul runs his hands through your hair, watching as you cry out his name as you reach your peak, completely untouched.

Paul holds you close as you come back down to reality, your eyes coming into focus as you stare up at him, speaking softly, “That was…”

“You liked it?”

“Mhm.”

He kisses your neck, down your chest, your stomach - his tongue tracing your navel, before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your center. He gazes up at you, eyes darkened with lust as he asks.

“Can I try something with it again?” You nod, waiting, lips parting in surprise, a little smile forming as he commands, “Spread your legs and stay completely still. Don’t try to squirm away from me.”

You lose count of how many times he makes you come, his tongue lapping at your folds eagerly, devouring as if he’s a starving man. And you lay there, your legs spread, fingers twisted in his hair, his hands squeezing at your thighs. You whine softly when he moves to suckle at your clit, the sensitive bud swollen from his nose nuzzling against it as he tasted you, but now? He fucks you with his fingers and flattens his tongue against the sensitive bud, bringing you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.

He moves back up to kiss you, and you taste yourself on Paul’s tongue. He whispers, asking if this is what you truly want. No Voice. Nothing. He wants to know. And you nod, replying that this is all you’ve ever dreamed of. His eyes light up as he joins his body with yours. You cling to him, arms wrapping around him, leaving long red marks along his back with your nails as he slots his hips against you eagerly, desperately. This is all he’s ever dreamed of too, in every sense of the word. And now that you’re here with him, on Arrakis? He’s going to let it be known to all that you will be the next Duchess, the Lady of House Atreides when he succeeds his father.

Paul Atreides has no intention of letting his dream girl slip away.

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