#Paul atreides one shot
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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.”
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Okay so you’ve written protective/possessive Feyd—what about protective Paul seeing his wife badly hurt or narrowly escaping an attack? I live for the “who did this to you” trope, got me weak at the knees 🥹
I sorta missed the whole wife part, whoops! But I hope you still like it!!
Imagine | Beloved (Paul Atreides)
Word Count: 1,820
Warnings: reader is harassed, I invented an OC to be the antagonist, protective! Paul, hurt/comfort
The halls of Castle Caladan are cold tonight.
Goosebumps are already forming on your arms as you walk through the dark.
Perhaps going for a late night stroll wasn't the best idea, but you just couldn't sleep tonight.
So you stroll instead, peering out of the windows to observe the rain clouds forming.
Castle Caladan has been your home for ages, even though you are not an Atreides. You've lived alongside House Caladan, having come from one of the lesser houses in an attempt to give you a better standing in society.
You're not angry about it.
In fact, you're grateful to live on this oceanic planet. And, you're happy to be alongside your best friend, Paul Atreides.
There weren't any others your age in Castle Caladan, so naturally you sought each other out early on.
Being friends came easily.
Paul has always been sweet, adventurous, friendly - and you are much the same.
Of course, you both had different teachings and priorities, but you always found each other whenever possible.
There was no greater joy than racing through the castle and playing near the waves alongside the boy with dark hair.
And now you're both older.
Life has intruded upon those times of peaceful play and brought forth more schoolings and politics that the young aren't susceptible to.
Although he has a higher standing in society, Paul always manages to remember you, make time for you. He vowed to never abandon you.
And you believe him.
But the subtle glares that Lady Jessica sends your way are not easy to ignore, nor are the signs that others in the castle are uncomfortable with the situation.
You try not to dwell on those things. Because the only thing that matters is being there for Paul. He deserves to have a friend that isn't a mentor or a parental figure.
As you walk though the sleeping palace, your find your mind troubled. Maybe that's why you can't sleep tonight.
Footsteps silent on the stone floor, you arrive before Paul's chambers. You hadn't realized you were walking here. Unconsciously, you sought him out in your time of uncertainty.
Resting your palm on the door, you close your eyes and sigh. You wouldn't disturb him at this hour- you know how bad it would look.
Before you can continue on your way, a voice calls out from the shadows.
"What are you doing here at this hour?"
It's a male's voice, one that you wish was unfamiliar.
"I didn't realize I couldn't roam as I please, Aric," you reply comply to the guard who walks closer.
His grin is wolffish, "I didn't realize you were stupid enough to come to him after dark."
"I was not going to disturb him."
"Oh no, I imagine he'd be excited to see you at this late hour."
"I don't like what you're insinuating," you start to walk away, hearing him continue after you.
He is right beside you, “I meant no insult, I assure you.”
“Your assurances are as empty as your head,” you retort, not even giving him a glance.
You’ve never liked Aric, so you see no reason to be civil with him. He’s always been an ass to you, finding any reason to make your life a bit more miserable.
“That was uncalled for,” he growls, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away.
You fix him with an unimpressed stare.
“What do you want, Aric? It seems like you’re always following me,” you say calmly as he releases you.
He regains his composure, “I want you.”
You blink at him.
“I’m serious, I want you to stop fawning over Paul and turn to me instead,” his whisper is harsh and grating to your ears. “Be my wife. You’re of age now and I know you have no other offers.”
You can’t help but scoff. Stepping back from him, you cross your arms, “I do not fawn over Paul, and I am certainly not fond of you. I will do is both a favour and pretend you never asked.”
Rage lights up his features, his hand forming a fist at his side.
“I could give you everything you could ask for.”
“And you would take everything from me in the meantime. I know you, Aric. You are not kind,” you hiss, stepping back while he steps forward.
“Kindness gets you nowhere in this life.”
You shake your head, “Your actions in this life determine the outcome. And so far your actions are untoward. Cornering me at this time of night?”
“Paul will never marry you, you know,” he changes tactics.
You roll your eyes, “Admit defeat, Aric. I will never be yours.”
Suddenly, he is right in your face, sneering down at you, “I can take what I want. Like you said, it’s late, no one is here.”
“I will not let you.”
He laughs, grabbing your arm in a bruising grip once again. He wrenches you forward but you twist out of his grip and shove him into the wall.
He groans and recovers quickly, shoving you violently. You hit a corner and collapse on the ground, your arm dripping crimson.
Infuriated, you stand and glare at the smug bastard.
“Leave now,” you command him, using the Voice. You’re not a master at it, by any means, but you’re trained enough to get this brute to back down.
He leaves without a word, and you realize that you should have done that right away.
You grasp your arm and walk back to your chambers. Luckily, the wound isn’t deep and you’re finally able to sleep.
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The next day commences as normal.
That is, until Paul appears next to you as you walk down the beach.
“I was looking for you,” he grins as he approaches.
His smile could brighten the darkest corner of space. His eyes are piercing and perceptive, you fear you could drown in their depths.
You smile back at him, “You found me.”
“I haven’t seen you in a few days, has everything been alright?”
That’s Paul, always so considerate of you and your wellbeing. The reminder of his care brings a softer smile to your face.
“I’m fine, just been tired lately.”
“Why?”
“Sleep’s been evading me,” you chuckle, bending to pick up a stone near your feet. “I’ll catch it eventually.”
A sudden tension fills the air, bringing you upright immediately. You look at Paul and see his gaze fixed on your bandaged arm.
“What happened?” He asks, concern dripping from his words like rain.
You move your arm from his direct view, “Nothing, it was an accident.”
His eyes flicker up to yours.
“You’re lying.”
You curse his Bene Gesserit training which makes it so easy for him to read you.
“I told you it’s nothing.”
“If it was nothing, you would’ve already launched into how it happened,” he points out. “Like that time you scraped your knee when you tripped down the stairs.”
You groan at the reminder, “You said you wouldn’t bring that up again!”
“Tell me what happened,” he reaches out to gently take your arm in his hands.
He examines the clean bandage before beginning to unwrap it. You shake your head but his eyes are pleading.
“Please.”
You sigh, unable to resist. He doesn’t even need to use the Voice on you, he controls you with his words, his eyes, his hands. You would give him everything if he simply asked for it.
He’d do the same for you.
“It was Aric,” you say, as Paul stares at the small cut on your bruised arm. “He got angry that I would never marry him in a million years.”
Paul’s expression goes dark, any mirth he might have had leaving him in an instant.
“Aric asked you to wed him?”
You nod.
“Then he did this?”
“Pushed me into the wall,” you confess. “I had ti use the Voice to get him to leave.”
You watch as Paul tenderly presses his lips to your arm, the contact warm and sweet.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“You can’t be with me all the time, silly.”
He shakes his dark hair, “I promise, he won’t do this to you ever again.”
“How-“
Paul turns in a flurry, stalking back towards the castle. You race after him, suddenly unsure.
You knew you shouldn’t have told him what happened. This isn’t the Paul you know, this is someone else.
“Paul!” You shout as you run after him.
He’s too fast, storming to where Aric stands in the hall. Before Aric even notices his presence, Paul has punched him clear across the face.
Stunned, Aric stumbles back with a curse.
Paul doesn’t give him time to recover, kneeing him in the stomach so that he bends over in pain. You watch as Paul kicks him down to the ground, standing over him with a furious expression.
“I heard what you did last night, Aric.”
Aric groans in response.
Paul continues, “I know you tried to harm my beloved, tried to belittle her. Did you think you wouldn’t be punished?”
“Paul, I think he’s learnt his lesson,” you try to calm him.
“No, no he hasn’t.”
Paul watches as Aric rises to his feet, mouth bloodied.
“I should’ve known that whore would snitch.”
You wince, not at the intended insult, but at the fury blazing in Paul’s eyes. This isn’t going to end well.
“Stop talking,” Paul uses the Voice, before punching him once again.
“Get on your knees.”
You watch as Aric drops to the floor.
“Beg for her forgiveness and I’ll let you walk away,” Paul says casually. “If you don’t, I think you know what’ll happen.”
Watching with a flicker of amusement, you incline your head, “Go on.”
Aric grits his teeth, “I’m sorry.”
“That wasn’t good enough,” Paul seethes, “Do it better!”
Aric slams his head on the floor, “Please, please, don’t let him kill me. I won’t ever speak to you again!”
“I know you won’t,” you nod at Paul. “I think all is well now.”
“Get up Aric,” Paul commands. “I don’t want to see your face again, you hear me?”
Aric nods and retreats with a burning face.
You turn to Paul, crossing your arms, “Beloved, huh?”
He rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Paul, hearing you call me that fills my heart to the brim. Your my beloved as well, you know.”
Paul bridges the space between you, clasping the back of your head and pressing his forehead against yours.
“I don’t think I could ever be without you. Even the thought of someone trying to take you from me, turn you against me…”
“Don’t worry, Paul,” you ghost your lips across his. “That will never happen, not as long as I have breath in my lungs.”
He wraps his arms around you, “I’ll cherish you always, protect you always.”
“I know.”
[A/n - It’s my first time writing Paul so I hope I did ok!]
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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 | feyd-rautha
(gif credits to @pascow)
— summary: an arranged marriage with feyd-rautha in the name of reconciling your houses was something you were not expecting, neither was the soft and light way he seemed to behave towards you and only you.
—pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader
—word count: 3k
—warnings: arranged marriage, feyd being gentle and calm because the reader is the love of his life (as it was written), probably ooc!feyd (sorry but i just love to see the most savage and feral men fall on their knees for their s/o)
writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)
Your arranged marriage to Feyd-Rautha had been the reason for House Atreides and Harkonnen to strengthen their alliance, ensuring that neither would stab each other in the back, which was most expected from the Baron. Your Houses had been wavering on a faint thread that separated you from a war and this marriage arrangement had pacted a reconciliation. It had been your parents' idea and obeying your parents was the most important thing for you, right after protecting your family and indeed that was what you were doing, guarding your family.
Your twin brother did not like the idea, he was not very fond of Feyd-Rautha and his House, moreover, he found him rather... repulsive. For Feyd was a savage, a ruthless and bloodthirsty man.
However, he had to admit that, next to him, you would be basically untouchable, after all, it was like having a guard dog, the most possessive and protective dog, a dog that was ready to kill and ravage for you if necessary.
“He's scary.” Paul's voice echoed inside your head as together you walked along the vast hallways of the Harkonnen palace, at the end of it, Feyd-Rautha stood, engaged in a conversation with your parents, forever as stiff and somber as he had been since you had first met him.
“Just look at him, you'll have to wake up next to him for the rest of your life.” Your brother insisted, throwing you a knowing and concerned look. “We can fix this without you having to marry that man, sister. There must be something—”
“Enough.” you interrupted him, finally dragging your eyes from your betrothed to your anxious brother pacing beside you, you made an effort to offer him a reassuring, soft smile, grateful that he was always so caring and concerned about you and your well-being. “There's nothing else we can do. You know about my visions and what they foresee. Our House will not endure if I do not accept this offer.”
“We will do whatever it takes to survive for now.” You added, holding Paul's gaze, noting the sadness and pity behind his dark eyes, and like the good sister you were, you sighed softly, leaning closer to him to bring him some kind of reassurance. “Our turn will come to make our move and win, brother.”
“Whatever it takes.” He echoed, nodding his head, fingers brushing your clasped hand around his forearm, as you were accustomed to do when you walked side by side.
“The marriage will take place two weeks from now.” The Duke's voice gave out the news once you were all inside the assembly room, with the Baron at the head of the table, of course, looking uncharacteristically approving and pleased to hear the announcement.
The massive man showed his approval with a hint of a phantom, twisted smile, plump fingers taping the edge of the black table in front of him. “We will have the princess as a guest in our home for a week and then the na-Baron will visit her home for the last week, prior to her coming to live here.”
He planned the whole thing and there was absolutely no one in the room who had the idiotic courage to be against his command, so, it was settled.
Once you said goodbye to your family and gave a tight and emotional hug to your brother, you were left alone in the dark and gigantic planet of the Harkonnen family, feeling like an outsider, like a small prey surrounded by bloodthirsty predators. Although, the place possessed an indescribable and incomparable beauty, the sun was black, and the light that irradiated was whitish, giving it a beautiful contrast with all the black buildings rising majestically. But the place was rather... depressing, quiet and somewhat eerie, it was nothing like your home.
You soon felt out of place, and everyone who looked at you could see it too. It was as if you had some kind of golden aura, glowing among all the darkness and gloom of the place.
Feyd-Rautha watched you attentively, analyzing every expression and emotion you let be shown across your face, catching the look your eyes possessed, that special little gleam that flashed in your orbs as you admired Giedi Prime as if it were one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life, his home.
“Do you like it here, my lady?” His husky, raspy voice managed to snap you out of your trance, and your heart skipped a beat once you trailed your gaze from the horizon beneath the balcony to him, meeting his deep, dark gaze. He always seemed to look at you with those eyes, captivated, as if you were some form of strange spectacle.
And indeed you were, you stood in perfect contrast to the planet, your eyes were bright, lively, your aura was vivacious and hopeful. And because of that, he liked to look at you, study your face, your body language, every little reaction you had in response to something. You were fascinating.
Whenever you entered any room, his deep blue eyes were pulled to you like a magnet, drawn to orbit around you like his planet circling the dark sun.
Feyd noticed out of the corner of his eye how your hands clasped lightly around the balcony fence in front of you, skin contrasting against the blackness of the material.
You nodded your head very slowly, twisting your body just enough to be able to look him directly in the face, big eyes looking up at him, not with fear, but with expectation. “I do.”
Even your voice was the opposite of his, keeping that soft and delicate tone, as elegant as you.
He seemed satisfied with your positive response, and so, he dared to lean against the balcony fence right next to you, but careful not to cause you to feel too uncomfortable or intruded upon. His eyes never left you for a second and he was quite pleased that you were bold enough to hold his powerful and intimidating gaze.
“Good, it will soon become your home too.” Feyd answered you, in a tone that oscillated between amusement and fascination, you didn't quite know how to decipher the expression on his face either, naturally.
He was very complicated to read, even if you tried extra hard, the many tutoring and lessons with Lady Jessica didn't seem to do much use, with him. Perhaps because he made you feel unnerved, he made your soul tremble like no one could, stepping beyond your walls and standing where none of your senses seemed to work. Where the eye could not see.
“Are you mocking me?” Still, you had the courage to ask him that bold question, one eyebrow rising on your forehead and your head twisting slightly, defiant face and all.
Your bravery made him laugh slightly this time, a noise that was heard almost unnaturally, with a small crooked smile on his lips that looked all too unusual and strange on him. For not even his strongest and most powerful enemies had had the courage to stand in front of him and challenge him like you were doing right now. You were a fierce girl. And he liked that.
“I wouldn't be likely to mock you, my lady.” Feyd-Rautha replied calmly, his tone of voice the exact same, as if you were a spectacle. Your eyes lowered to his hand, which snaked slowly to the edge of the balcony fence, fingers stroking the smooth surface. “I'm just stating the obvious. You'll be living here with me soon. It will be our home and you will reign with me when it's my turn.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at his response, not yet quite convinced that he would behave so calm and composed with you, when not more than two days ago you had seen him slicing men to pieces in the arena. “You are not bothered by me invading your space?”
You asked that question because you knew how... eccentric men usually behaved, you could see it in basically every man with any power you had ever met, in the so many meetings with the Duke back home. You could see how they treated their wives, how they looked at them and how they talked to them, as if they were dealing with a servant. You feared this marriage was like that too.
Even your parents' marriage was broken, since Duke Leto kept close to his heart another woman who was not Lady Jessica, he did not love her as he loved that unknown woman. You had grown up seeing an empty and cold marriage, merely to fulfill a duty.
You understood that your marriage would also have that basis, and therefore, you knew that duty was the death of love. But for some silly, innocent reason, you wanted to think there might be love here. As the naive, young girl that you were.
Feyd-Rautha shrugged, not taking much interest in the matter of the question, “You'll be my wife, my space is your space.”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw that his answer pleased you. You could begin to understand that to him the whole arranged marriage thing wasn't as important as it was to you, or maybe it was, but it didn't seem to bother him or disagree.
“Does this marriage bother you?” It was his turn to ask, staring down at you, noticing how beautifully your skin reflected the pale natural light of the black sun. He could see how frustrated you were now, to be there, with him. “Does it bother you to be my wife?”
You sighed heavily, peeling your eyes from Feyd-Rautha and returning them to the beauty of the landscape below, pondering the questions. His dark eyes followed your every movement as your body turned forward again, hands gripping the balcony fence as if your life depended on it.
“Do you care much for my opinion of you?” You decided to answer him with another question and that seemed to annoy him for his frown deepened and his fingers halted on the fence, devoting himself to glaring at you with his azure eyes, mirroring the pallid light of the gloomy sun.
“Woman, I will marry you and live by your side for the rest of my life, of course your opinion is important.” He took a couple of steps closer to you as he spoke, hand closer and closer to yours, managing to make you even more nervous. “Don't speak nonsense, it doesn't suit you. You're a smart girl.”
Seeing the expression on your face, he leaned even closer and out of the corner of your eye you watched as his hand rose to your face, resting on your chin and turning it ever so gently for you to look at him, but your eyes lowered, fleeing from his.
It seemed astonishing to him that you didn't even flinch away when you sensed the approach of his hand to your face, as if it wasn't the same hand that had slaughtered so many and slit so many necks by the same motion.
“Don't take your eyes off me.” He demanded in a low, raspy tone of voice, you could feel his breath brush against your face. “Look at me.”
When he whispered your name in that delicate, nearly pleading tone, you finally summoned the courage to look at him, allowing him to cradle your chin between his fingers and allowing him to be so close to you that you felt suffocated by the warmth of his body against yours.
“You fear me?”
He asked in that tone of voice, whispering, silently asking you to have mercy on him, not to fear him as everyone usually feared him, not to see him as the monster everyone saw, but as your husband, your protector and your lover.
He saw how your eyes watered slightly as fear peered into your usual stoic, cold face, and Feyd-Rautha was used to beholding that face, was used to fear, because it was always the last look of his enemies.
“I'm afraid. Of leaving home, of living on an unknown planet, of marrying someone I don't know.” Then you shook your head softly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes. “But I am not afraid of you, Feyd-Rautha.”
“You're very bold... and emotional.” He whispered in a disapproving but gentle voice, fingers tracing barely a caress along your lower lip before he reached up and dried the couple of tears that had managed to escape from your pretty eyes. At the closeness, you could begin to see through the mask he always carried, hiding his emotions. “You can't let yourself look like this in front of your enemies, it will make you appear weak.”
“I can't let myself look like this in front of my future husband?” his dark eyes lowered to your lips as you modulated the question, pupils dilating slightly. You swallowed as you saw desire and lust darken his orbs even more when you referred to him as your husband. You sniffed, feeling suddenly embarrassed by your outburst of emotions. “I'm s—sorry. You shouldn't see me like this, my lord.”
“Don't apologize.” He again reprimanded you in that passive-aggressive tone of his, like a hiss of a snake, shaking his head a little. Even after he wiped away your little tears, his hands remained in the same place, cupping your face, each of his thumbs resting on your flushed cheekbones.His fingertips were surprisingly gentle against your skin, sending shivers all over your body beneath their path. “You can be like this only with me, you understand? You can trust me, I want you to trust me.” His fingers took a lock of your hair and pulled it away from your face, running it carefully behind your ear. “But I really don't like to see you cry, my wife-to-be.”
After barely a second of silence with his azure eyes again flicking down to your parted lips, he spoke again, muttering, his raspy voice indicating that perhaps it hurt his throat to talk like that. “Pretty girls like you should cry out of pleasure only.”
He studied your face once more, not missing the way you blushed at his open flirtation and suggestive words, how you bit your lower lip, pupils expanding in thick blackness. You weren't used to so much attention, let alone men saying those kinds of words to you, it was evident. You were so innocent that it provoked a rare feeling of tenderness in Feyd-Rautha.
Perhaps it would be the closest thing to an act of consolation you would get from him and it was likely the only time in his life he had ever done that.
Promptly, you managed to make him smile again. “You Atreides are so strange and delicate... but then again, you will soon be Harkonnen, the prettiest na-Baroness, my pretty little wife.”
From his voice, his careful choice of words and the way he was looking at you, you expected him to kiss you right there —perhaps that was what you wanted, amidst all the tumult of emotions that shook your little heart, beating in rumbling noises inside your chest, pumping fiery blood through your veins.
But after a few seconds, he pulled his hands away from your face and backed away from you, taking a few steps back and offering you a look that you managed to perceive as soft rather than harsh. You knew that he was controlling himself well in maintaining a good demeanor, perhaps because his uncle had ordered him to do so; to do his best to make a good impression and not bring shame to the family. And also because he wanted you to have a good image of him, he was a prideful man, he was used to boast of his virtues and his power, and he was above all, protective of his own person and his glory.
He made a short gesture with his head pointing to the open balcony door, his hands clasping together behind his back pragmatically, as if he were presenting himself in front of a superior. “Now come, pretty girl, I'll show you the palace myself. You're future home.”
You walked towards him, a little smile curving your lips, the first smile on your face during the entire conversation, and he admired it in all it's glory.
“You don't have to be all stiff when you're with me, Feyd.” You eyed his posture with light eyes as you passed him and made your way inside the guest room with graceful steps, him following close behind.
He wasn't very fond of being addressed by name directly, of having his name used so freely, but the way you pronounced his name made him so utterly proud to be called that, he suddenly was wishing you would just call him that, in that tone of voice, tongue savoring his name as if it were the most delightful thing to say.
You turned to look at him for a few seconds, your tone of voice becoming reassuring, something he wasn't quite used to, yet he heard and savored it as if it were the sweetest thing in the world.
“If you can see me cry, then I can see you relaxed. It is only fair, no?”
Feyd-Rautha received your words positively, causing him to deepen his breathing into a snorting chuckle, eyes sparkling with amusement now behind your back.
“I'll try for you.” His response made you smile once more.
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May thy knife chip and shatter
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The Voice | Paul Atreides
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Paul and Chani, along with Lady Jessica, were camping in the vast desert of Arrakis, surrounded by golden dunes and the eternal silence that characterizes that arid and desolate world. In the afternoon, as the three of them were in the tent, they were suddenly startled by joyful shouts and laughter echoing in the distance.
Alerted by the noise, they stepped out of the tent and found several Fremen, desert natives, waving their arms in the air with expressions of happiness directed towards a figure standing not far away. Among them stood a young woman unfamiliar to Paul and Lady Jessica, but not to Chani.
Chani, with a smile on her face, joined in the joy of the Fremen, while Paul and Lady Jessica watched with confusion. They didn't understand what was happening, but they could still feel the joy radiating from the group.
When she finally reached the group, the Fremen surrounded her with joy and warm hugs, while that person received those gestures with affection. Paul observed how Chani wrapped her arms around that person, not wanting to let go. Paul understood how that person had somehow managed to connect with the very essence of the desert and its people.
—you must be exhausted from the journey. why don't you rest?— Chani suggested, catching the attention of Paul and Jessica.
—Yeah, maybe a little rest sounds good —she replied, following chani.
As they approached the tent, Paul and Jessica called out to them, grabbing both their attention.
—I'm sorry, the excitement of the moment almost made me forget —chani smiled, while the girl also smiled. —(y/n), these are lady jessica and paul atreides —chani introduced them, —they are one of us.
from his position, paul watched (y/n) attentively as she removed her cloak, revealing sparkling eyes and a serene presence that took his breath away. her (h/c) hair gently waving in the desert breeze.
—It's an honor to meet you, (y/n), —Lady Jessica speak.
—A pleasure to meet you —Paul said.
(y/n) responded with a respectful nod.
—The honor and pleasure are all mine, Lady Jessica, —she said, looking at the named person and then moving her look to the young man, —Paul.
Paul, surprised, looked up at her in disbelief. Lately, he had been dreaming of a similar voice calling out his name.
a voice that was now in front of him.
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↳ Note: Hey, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction... sooo... I have several unfinished drafts. Maybe with this one, I'll make a sequel... Maybe... I don't know
↳ p.s: this was something quick that came out of my head, while I was watching the new Dune movie
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random brainbomb of a headcanon blurb thingy, but I'll write proper realtionship hcs soon and order this properly lmao- enjoy this while you wait 🙃
Sure, Feyd-Rautha's a freaking sadistic mad mess Harkonnen, but after watching how he responded to Margot Fenring, you cannot tell me that he's incapable of some form of admiration and awe and... love? when he meets the right person who can somehow, somehow, manage him.
Let's say he wasn't completely mentally manipulated or seduced if you are a Bene Gesserit, because he's not drawn to you by any kind of force or external influence. It's the simple fact that he can't understand how and why you're different amongst the thousands of people who cower and flinch in his presence. Why do you look at him like he's not an abomination? What do you know?
I feel like he'd treat you like one of his prized possessions after suddenly and randomly deciding and declaring that you're his now, lucky lucky you, and the best pet he's ever received... maybe for his birthday, if that's when you met? Hands-on, grabby Harkonnen with no boundaries, no limits. All at your disposal.
He just has to learn every little thing about you - how you react to everything he says and does, little things obvious things. If your eyes light up in excitement or in fear when he slashes countless throats for you because their heads kept turning in your direction when you walked into the room. Or how you'd like to be given the best of everything, dressed in beautifully sleek black robes as a rare Harkonnen beauty.
And being the only person he'll stop mid-cut through when you ask him not to hurt someone so badly, not to lose all sense of reason just because he's bored. It's that moment of hesitation that makes the Baron stop in shock and bewildered wonder, because his nephew will answer to no one. Yet, here you stand.
And you stand with him by choice? You don't run away as soon as you're given the chance, don't betray him or curse his name if there's a chance he'll be removed? Paul is shook 😐: that's literally his face lol
So when he goes to stand against him and challenge him on behalf of opposing Emperor Shaddam, don't think you're not in the young Atreide's line of sight now, because even though he plans on securing his position by taking the hand of Irulan, he'll be the Emperor, and he can bend the rules however they please him if there's something he wants to understand and take rightfully, away from the filth and bloodstained hands of your Feyd Rautha.
^^ the guy's late reaction is too funny to me
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to conceive an heir
warning(s): cursing, dirty language, degradation, oral (f/m receiving), breeding, creampie, choking, teasing, semi-public sex/voyeurism, unprotected sex (always have protection plz) , kind of toxic relationship, power dynamics (Dom/sub, emperor/empress)
summary: paul atreides seems to control every aspect of the empire except his distant empress. having yet failed to conceive an heir, you take things into your own hands. basically a self indulgent throne sex/breeding kink fic/blurb. no beta we d!e like men
word count: 2.7k words
"Where the fuck is my wife!?"
Paul's commanding voice echoes through the high ceiling throne room, gripping tightly on the armrests of his throne as he fumes in anger.
All of his advisors and council members looked around anxiously, staring at each other in fear as they knew nothing would get him more riled up then anything that concerned you.
Ever since you had consummated your marriage on your wedding night and crowned as Emperor and Empress the following morning, you have seen nothing of your husband.
You had grown up side by side under the same tutors, as your father was a Duke from a nearby kingdom of similar lineage and prestige. From wearing matching bibs when you ate messily at the table as toddlers, rolling down the temperate grassy hills of Caladan and sneaking out from humdrum tutors, the ring on your finger and your names bonded by law have set you two apart further rather than bring you together as intended.
Nothing would have prepared you for the turn of events that resulted in you becoming Empress of the entire Galactic Empire, nor with Paul by your side as the Supreme Emperor of all of society.
Nonetheless, you did your duty. Even so, you enjoyed escaping the hollow, ceremonial trappings of the royal court and doing your charity and social events outside the city.
You had spent the past morning visiting a local orphanage and the school conjunct to it, as schoolchildren of the common folk adored you and threw petals at your feet as you walked by. If Paul was to neglect his responsibility to you as a husband preoccupied with the obligations of an Emperor, you will not fail to attend to your role as Empress.
Feeding the children pouring soup into disposable bowls with your handmaidens was sharply interrupted when one of his men, Duncan, whispered in your ear that your husband the Emperor demanded your return back to the palace. It was an order, not a request.
Begrudgingly escorted back to the throne room, you drag your feet through the hollow halls, pacing impatiently as your handmaidens and your bodyguards struggle to meet your agile pace.
The moment Paul feels your presence even while looking away, he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously as you approach him meekly, avoiding his darkened eyes shooting daggers at you almost literally.
“Where have you been, Empress?!” He slouches on his throne, venom laced in his voice, and you resist the temptation to roll your eyes at him. Referring to you by his title, alone? Seriously?
“I was fulfilling my role as Empress by visiting the orphanage-”
“And you did not even have the courage to let me know before you left?”
You pause.
“I left a note on your bedside, Your Imperial Majesty.” You explained offhandedly, praying your long obsidian sleeves can hide your fiddling fingers.
Paul scoffs at you, his curls disheveled on his face and hiding his eyes. A bubbling disdain and enmity for his childish, unreasonable behaviour towards you, not only did he avoid you on every turn, but expected you to be at his beck and call.
Seeing red as you stand alone in the spacious throne room, bare, cold stone with minimal windows as you shrunk in the magnanimous size of the room.
As Paul looked down at you from his stainless steel engraved throne on plain concrete from the hills of Arrakis, the distance between you two are even greater and a reminder how you are always subservient to him.
"Is it a crime for me to know where my legally wedded wife is? I don't even know where my woman is, how can I rule a damn kingdom."
"I'm not just your woman. I am my own person." You bite back maliciously, voice laced with venom.
"You have failed as an empress. You have failed our kingdom. You put the entire Galactic Empire at risk for your negligence, for your refusal to provide an heir. You make our entire future futile."
As a wave of shame overcomes you as your face warms in embarrassment yet the cool of the darkness of the throne room creates goosebumps on your back.
Fumbling with the golden necklace on your collar, carelessly pulling on the rare gemstones that lock the elaborate setting of your cream white straight silhouetted dress.
His eyes widen in panic, yet a flash of lust and arousal appears on his usually, well rehearsed stoic expression as layer by layer falls to the ground with a loud thud.
" What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He nearly stands up from shock against his throne, yet restrains himself and tightens his grip on the arm rests of his throne.
As the top sheer layer of the pleated white dress, your slim tie knot ribbon chemise dress is yanked off your shoulder as you step over the pile of your garment and you stand in front of him bare.
Step by step with sequenced footsteps, you raise your head proudly as you walk up the staircase towards him.
"Then take me."
"What!?" Paul nearly screams at you in ridicule of your plans, yet his want, his desire for you overtakes him as you see a glimpse of his arousal between his legs.
"Right here. I want you to fuck me right on your throne."
"You are a queen, an empress yet you want to be fucked senselessly like a common whore, like a rabid dog." He snickers mockingly, firmly gripping your bare hips against his rough fingers with a piercing grip you're sure will leave bruises for days.
Just as you lean in to sit on his lap, he suddenly jumps up, towering over you with his dark curls and piercing hazel eyes of swirls of green and gold. Paul harshly smacks his lips against yours, tongue swirling in your warm cavern, dominating over yours.
Your eyes shut in pleasure and pain as you lose yourself in the feeling, moaning as your lips mold into his.
Feeling dribbles of wetness between your thighs as you bare skin contrasts his military uniform that covers his entire body. Your fingers brush against his shoulder blades as you circle your arms on either side of his head, tilting your head to follow his ministrations and gain steady footing as he forcefully contorts and melds into you as if you could bleed into one flesh.
Sliding down from your waist down to your butt, pinching and squeezing before he rociforeously slaps against your skin, gaining a high pitched shriek from you.
Paul brushes lightly against your clit before squeezing in a couple of fingers into your clenched folds.
"You're so fucking wet already. Do you like being fucked like the whore you are!?" He antagonizingly teases you with a mischievous grin, clearly satisfied with seeing you cower over him like putty in his hands.
Resting your forehead against his medalled shoulders, sweat forming on your brow as you attempt to muffle your pleasured cries, increasingly leaning towards him with buckled knees and wobbly joints.
"I can't hear you. What did you say?!"
"I want you to fuck me like a whore, like your whore."
Fondling your nipples and massaging your chest as he tentatively ponders over his next move, waiting for your areolas to harden before his mouth sucks eagerly on your breasts before doing the same on the other and switching places.
As his hands wander around your body, feeling every inch of his skin from his fingertips to leaving crescents from his blunt nails, he gradually makes his way down to his knees in front of you.
"What are you doing?" You bewilderly ask, whining in complaint at the loss of his fingers from your area of pleasure.
Parting your lower lips with his fingers before dipping in and out against your walls, he presses the flat of his tongue before he dives into you like a starved man, squelching, slurping, wildly drinking from you and pleasuring you until you'd see white.
Oh, what a sight. Imagine if any bystander would see their emperor, fully clothed and on his knees in front of his naked empress, his wife, writhing and pulsing with teary eyes and a gaping mouth crying and begging for more.
"More, more-"
"More what?!" He mockingly teases you, his voice reverberating against your warmth.
"I want your tongue on me. I want you to mouth fuck me."
Playing and pulling your clit as his mouth consumes you wholly, your essence dripping down his chin and spilling out his mouth, his pleasured groans and grunts vibrating against your cavern until he hits the very spot you've never discovered, unleashing an unabridged, unrestrained pleasure like you've never seen before.
Screaming, weeping, screeching, moaning so loudly, harshly until your throat went hoarse and you feel a stinging pain around your neck, seeing white like a string unleashed, pulled apart so far apart like galaxies scattered across the sky.
Crying his name over and over again like a prayer on your altar, blessing him with your holy water, your blessed essence, your sacred liquid, reaching your pleasure and losing consciousness until you regain your awareness on shaky knees and exhausted limbs, resting your head against his chest as he stands beside you with arms around your waist.
Taking slow, careful breaths before you push him down to his seat, ignoring the stinging sensation of your bare knees against the hard marble floor.
"You have to let me return the favour, Your Majesty." Your low, hoarse voice sounds sultry and seductive, even as your lightheadedness makes you flighty and clumsy.
Groaning in overwhelming lust, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as you tug off his buckles from his grey tailored pants with shaky fingers.
As the heavy, weighted cloth hits the ground, you lean forward eagerly with a wide mouth as your tongue swirls around the bottom of his pink, throbbing cock.
He groans with tight shut eyes as he reaches forward to pull on your hair forcefully, firmly tugging and scratching against the base of your scalp as you take him in fully into your mouth, moaning deliriously as his cock hits the back of your throat.
Circling and massaging both your hands against the base of his lengthy, girthy cock, twisting, pulling and circling to the sound of his pleasured cries and squeaks.
"Ah, fuck, how is your mouth so good? How the fuck did you do that!?"
As your nose hits his pelvic bone as you reach deeper and deeper, mentally noting to yourself in surprise at your unusual lack of gag reflex. Feeling your own pleasure pooling between your legs, you gobble, throb back and forth against his length until he comes explosively, generously filling your warm mouth with loads and loads of his thick, white essence.
As you reach the end of your gobbling and swallowing, you pull back and open your mouth as you rest your tongue against the bottom of his cock, relishing in his release before you eagerly drink up every drop.
His curls messily sticking to his forehead drenched in sweat as he rests an arm over his eyes as he recovers from his pleasure, he opens his eyes and meets you with a menacing, forceful look as he leans over to pull you over his lap.
Twirling your around to have your back facing against him, he pulls you down by your hips to sit on his thighs , next to his already hardening length.
"Since you want to be such a fucking tease, we'll do it this way."
You never want to admit how much you wanted this and you never knew. You never knew how much you wanted to be humiliated, insulted, treated so carelessly, so harshly unlike the glass figurine you were in a gilded cage in your ivory tower.
"Fuck me like this, you do the damn work. Face forward on this throne for everyone to see. Look at their empress, jolting, splintering, piercing herself in half on her Emperors cock."
Lowering yourself inch by inch on his length as either of your knee caps rest over his legs, you wince in slight pain before a wave of overwhelming passion and pleasure overcomes you.
"What are you waiting for, slut?!" He spits darkly at you, impatient with frantic, bouncing knees as you whips your thighs in punishment for leaving him wanting for so long.
You cry and babble as you grasp his forearms for support as you weakly try to find you footing. His fingers snake around your neck tightly, under your jaw and around your throat as your breath hitches and your arousal continues to grow.
The loss of air circulation no longer fills you with panic or fear, but excites you with a foreign glee you never knew you could even feel.
"Look at how desperate you are for my cock, how it's the only thing you think of, you live for. How it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like you were made for my cock, for my pleasure."
Raising up your knees and standing up slightly to position yourself over his standing cock, you slowly but surely adjust to his length before starting a constant rhythm riding his length.
You speed up as the symphonies of your moans and groans blur into one incomprehensible sound.
"Look at me. Then look there. Let them see their empress at work. Their empress creating the future, creating the future of the kingdom."
"The galaxy will be secure when you give me so many fucking heirs we'd fill every damn room in this gigantic palace. Beg for every single drop of my cunt, slut."
"I want you walking around butt naked, heavily pregnant and swollen, round with my child every waking second. You're either pregnant or I'm getting you pregnant when you're not."
You cried out loud in wanton list at the prospect, at the possibility of conceiving a child on this very throne. The future of the empire created for perhaps no one or everyone to see if they happened to pass by the empty throne room.
"Please, please- more."
"Beg." Always firmly, he commands as he impatiently begins thrusting upwards to meet your wavering hilts, as you increasingly slouch towards him as you begin to reach your second peak.
His fingers brush forward to your clit once more, ignoring your desperate pleas at how sensitive and rare your pussy felt after agonizing hours of brutal assault but he kept going, kept plummelint, kept fingering you until you would go numb.
"I want your baby. I want a fucking future emperor or empress right now, in my womb!" Raw and hoarse your voice went as you slammed down his dick until you could feel his tip brush against your cervix and you saw white just as he released into you.
You both relaxed and collapsed, defeated yet satisfied in your pleasures and fulfilled lists and desires. His chin rests on your shoulder, slightly ticklish with the faint feeling of growing facial hair underneath.
"I'm sorry. I should be treating you better- I should have never been so controlling-" Paul breaks the silence, recovering from his highs in horrified discovery at how brutally he treated you when he was consumed by his anger and lust.
You pull up weakly with your arms on his shoulders to get off his dick, whining at the loss of the physical bulge that he would brush over possessively as he spliced you open on his throne, with the teasing possibility for everyone and anyone to see with no restraint.
"Sh.. don't be sorry. You are right. I have failed to do my duty, and I really just want to spend more time with you. we definitely should seriously try for kids, not just because of the empire, but I want to talk about that with you. Besides, it was really hot." You shush him with a finger on his mouth, looking down shamelessly as you cover your body with your arms in the sudden realization at how clothless you were, yet your cheeks redden at your admission of something you had never said out loud, yet his smug smirk assures you otherwise.
"Oh yeah, you like that? I'll fuck you senselessly and for hours, days even months or years on end till I get you so pregnant, swollen with my child and bursting with milk. Get ready for that."
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Dark Angel
Summary: Paul has dreams about the new student his mother is training.
Pairing: Dark!Paul Atreides x Bene Gesserit!reader
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: Non-con, loss of virginity, breeding kink, dacryphilia, religious guilt, mention of blood, degradation, corruption kink, innocence kink
Note: i've only seen the movies, so this is really loose canon compliancy-wise. title is from a song on my paul playlist sami introduced me to.
“Pass me the sugar.”
Lady Jessica stared at you, unmoving.
“Pass me the sugar,” you tried again.
She blinked at you.
“Pass me the sugar,” you said. “Pass me the sugar, pass me the sugar, pass me the sugar.”
“Repeating it over and over isn’t going to make me do it,” she said.
You exhaled through your nose a barely imperceptible huff of frustration. The members of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood you grew up with had made using the Voice look so easy. They did it so effortlessly, without a second thought. But no matter how hard you concentrated, you couldn’t seem to wield it the same way they did.
“You have to be strong, commanding. You’re not asking them a question, hoping they’ll do what you say. You’re telling them an order.” Jessica sat up straighter at the dining table, folding her hands in front of her. “Let me show you.”
She tilted her chin down, staring you dead in the eye. “Pass me the sugar,” she croaked, her voice low and raspy.
Her words sent you into a trance, echoing over and over in your head. One second, the sugar was in the middle of the table, and the next, you were pulling away back into your seat, the little bowl set down in front of her.
You jolted when you came back to. She gave you a small smile. “See?” She pushed the sugar back to where it had been. “Now, try again.”
You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat. You tried to mimic her, sitting up straighter and tilting your chin to stare her in the eye. “Pass me the sugar,” you said in a clear, resounding voice.
You watched as Jessica’s eyes glazed over. She reached for the sugar slowly, almost as if in hesitation. You held your breath as she lifted it, passing it over to you. Before she could set it down, a voice sliced through the silence like a knife.
“Mother?”
Jessica blinked, her eyes back in focus. The bowl slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor, exploding in a burst of ceramic pieces and grains of sugar scattered across the tile with an ear-splitting screech.
Both of your heads whipped around to see a young man standing in the doorway. He was tall and lanky, with fine features and a mess of dark, curly hair. He was only wearing silk boxers and a loose robe that hung off of his frame, his long legs and pale chest on full display.
“Paul!” Jessica exclaimed. “We have a guest in our presence.”
“Well, how was I supposed to know that?” He leaned in the doorway, unashamed of his unsightly appearance. “You didn’t warn me we would have company.”
He caught your eye, and you averted your gaze, ducking your head in embarrassment. Born into the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood, you had seen maybe a handful of men in your life, and you’d for sure never seen that much of one before.
“It didn’t come to my attention until recently.” Jessica flashed him a tight-lipped smile. “Now, please do us the decency of tying your robe at the least.”
He stared at her long and hard for a moment. Then, he pushed off of the doorway and tugged his robe closed, tying the sash into place.
“Thank you.” She turned to you. “Please, forgive my son’s intrusion.” She gestured to you and introduced you to Paul. “She is a member of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood I have been put in charge of training.”
You rose from your chair, the legs scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. “My lord.” You lifted the skirt of your frock as you curtsied, bowing your head.
The look in his eyes was indecipherable. “You made a mess.”
You looked down at the pile of ceramic shards and sugar on the floor. “Forgive me, my lord.” You bowed again.
“That’s quite alright, sister,” Jessica addressed you. “We were only practicing, Paul.”
“Must have been some lesson then,” he muttered, the corners of his lips curling into the slightest hint of a smirk.
They exchanged a look, almost like they were communicating telepathically. The expression on Jessica’s face was scalding, while Paul merely appeared apathetic to whatever it was she was trying to tell him.
She cleared her throat. “I suppose that concludes our lesson this morning.” She offered you a smile. “Please, sister, take a seat. Have breakfast with us.”
“Actually, I wish to retire to my chambers, if that is alright with you, Lady.” You looked to her for approval. You thought you heard a stifled snicker behind you.
“Of course, sister, you are excused. I shall send for you later.”
You curtsied to her before turning to Paul. “My lord.” You curtsied once more before scurrying from the room as fast as you could without seeming eager.
Once you were out of sight, you glued yourself to the wall, releasing the breath you’d been holding in. You listened as Paul pulled a chair out fromthe table and sat down.
“I wasn’t aware that you adopted a pet, Lady,” he mocked.
“She is my student, and you will treat her with respect,” she snapped. “Now, shall we see if your lesson fairs any better than hers?”
Your brow furrowed. You wondered what Jessica could possibly be teaching him that any of the Duke’s aides couldn’t.
Paul groaned. “I just woke up. I’m tired.”
“Really? Have any more dreams?”
There was a long pause before he answered. “Yes.”
“What did you see?” she asked.
Pause. “A girl.”
“Was she someone you know?”
“No, I didn’t recognize her.” He didn’t seem to be very forthcoming. Either that, or he wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Now if you’d stop interrogating me, could you call one of your servants to clean up this mess?” he sneered. “Unless you want your young pupil to come back and do it.”
You hurried down the hall before you could hear a word more.
Caladan was a beautiful planet. It was lush and green, with towering mountains and deep, cerulean oceans. Out of all planets you could’ve been sent to on assignment, you were thankful it was this one. That was, if it hadn’t been for him.
That morning may have been the first time you’d met him, but you’d heard talk of him long before that.
The Mother Reverend thought that by having you in a separate room, you wouldn’t be able to hear her brief Lady Jessica on your assignment. But she shouldn’t have underestimated the Bene Gesserit’s enhanced senses.
“You were meant to give birth to a daughter, but you defied the wishes of the Sisterhood and bore a son instead.” Mother Reverend spoke in hushed, fervent whispers. “Were you really so arrogant as to think you could birth the Kwisatz Haderach yourself?”
“Forgive me, Mother,” Jessica pleaded, “but a son meant so much to him—”
“Silence!” she cut her off. “I will hear none of your excuses. You valued your relationship with a man over your bond with the Sisterhood. You were my greatest student, and in turn, my greatest disappointment.”
A long pause followed. Even you held your breath, too afraid to disturb it. Finally, Mother Reverend broke the silence.
“Now, I charge you with training the sister who shall one day marry a Harkonnen and give birth to the Kwisatz Haderach. You cannot afford to fail, do you understand?”
“I understand, Mother,” Jessica said meekly. “I will not let you down.”
Their conversation had sent your mind reeling. Was Paul truly meant to be the Kwisatz Haderach? And if he wasn’t, then what was he?
“What are you doing up here?”
The voice startled you from your retrospection. You glanced over your shoulder to see Paul standing behind you. He was dressed in his ceremonial military wear, the House Atreides crest emblazoned on each side of his collar.
You quickly jumped to your feet, dusting off your frock. “Forgive me, my lord.” You curtsied. “I only wished to admire more of your illustrious planet. Where I come from, we didn’t have views half as breathtaking as this.”
You’d found a perch upon a hilltop beyond Castle Caladan that overlooked the ocean and Mount Syubi. The periwinkle sky was endless, stretching on and on in every direction. You wondered if you’d ever get used to the majesty of it all after spending some time on this planet.
His expression remained blank. “I would think you’d be focusing on your training rather than tourism, sister,” he said. “I’d prefer to keep the rest of our tableware intact.”
You hung your head in embarrassment, lowering your gaze to the grass at your feet. “My apologies, my lord.”
“How are you supposed to raise the Kwisatz Haderach when you can’t even get someone to pass you the sugar?” he sneered.
Your head shot up to look at him, your eyes wide. Your mouth fell agape. How could he possibly know about that?
A smirk spread across his face at your reaction. “Tell me, why do you think they chose you for such an important task?” He circled you like a shark that smelled blood in the water. “It couldn’t be because of your perceived natural ability. You’ve already proved your incompetence in that area.”
He stopped in front of you. You looked up at him, and this close, you could see the color of his eyes: green like the valleys of his home planet. “Or do you think it’s because you’re easy to control?” he whispered in a low voice.
You didn’t know what to say, paralyzed in shock. With every breath you took, you inhaled more of his scent, fresh like the breeze drifting off of the ocean. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, though due to the chill in the air or his proximity to you, you weren’t sure.
He took a step back, and your chest hollowed out as you released the breath you’d been holding. “I came to tell you that House Atreides is taking over the spice production.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “We leave for Arrakis soon.”
Without giving you time to process, he spun on his heel and marched down the hillside. You watched as he retreated, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he was just a small, black speck in the distance. It seemed that you wouldn’t have the time to start taking Caladan for granted after all. Your life would be uprooted once again.
Arrakis was the complete antithesis to everything Caladan was. It was hot and dry and destitute, the never-ending desert only broken up by the occasional outcrop of rock. Compared to Caladan which was rich with oceans and rivers and lakes, Arrakis hadn’t seen a single drop of rain in centuries.
The second you stepped off of the ship, the heat hit you like a slap in the face. Your mouth went dry, and you started to sweat instantly. The black fabric of your veil seemed to absorb all the heat, making it feel ten times worse. The temperature inside the Grand Palace wasn’t much better, but you were thankful for whatever relief you could get.
Lady Jessica continued to train you in the Voice and the Weirding Way while House Atreides went about resuming the spice production, though you hardly saw any improvement as the days went on. You started to wonder if Paul knew more than he let on.
You only caught glimpses of the heir of House Atreides here and there: in the hall, at the dining table, leaving his chambers. He never failed to make a jest at your expense in the short amount of time you saw him. You didn’t understand where his animosity towards you came from. You supposed his needless hostility might stem from being transported from the only home he’d ever known to the planet previously ruled by his enemies.
But every time your eyes met, a chill went down your spine. You thought it better to keep as much distance from the Duke’s son as possible. Fortunately, your run-ins remained few and far between.
That changed after he returned from a spice harvesting gone awry.
“Spice is a psychoactive chemical.” Dr. Yueh closed his eyes as he felt along the back of Paul’s neck. “You seem to be sensitive.”
You hid behind Lady Jessica, watching the pensive expression on Dr. Yueh’s face. He lifted his hands and opened his eyes. “You’ll be fine,” he said to Paul.
“Thank you, Dr. Yueh,” Jessica said.
He nodded to her and left. She kneeled in front of Paul, looking up at him with concern. He kept his head low, his brows drawn together.
“That wasn’t an allergic reaction,” he said. “I had a vision. My eyes were wide open.”
“What did you see?” Jessica asked.
“It’s confusing.” He looked up for the first time since he’d returned, and his eyes immediately locked with yours. “Some things, though, are crystal clear.”
You swallowed around the lump in your throat. He didn’t say anything more, but the look in his eyes said it all.
You retired to your chambers, prepared to get ready for bed. When you stepped inside, the room was completely dark, only illuminated by the slats of moonlight peeking through the window. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. There wasn’t anything outright off, but something didn’t feel right.
You stood frozen in the middle of the room. You felt like you could feel eyes on the back of your head. Your blood ran cold through your veins. You weren’t alone.
Someone was watching you.
You eyed the nightstand next to your bed. If you could just grab the blade hidden in the drawer, you could defend yourself. You lunged towards the nightstand, reaching for the handle. Before you could grasp it, an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back against a solid chest, a hand coming up to clamp down over your mouth.
You writhed against your assailant’s hold, clawing at the hand covering your mouth. Their grip on you remained strong. You tried to scream, but your voice came out muffled.
“Be still, sister,” Paul whispered, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “It’s only me.”
You stopped struggling, but your body remained tense. He didn’t let go of you, his hand still on your mouth. Your heart thudded against your ribcage, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver through your body. “Always so obedient, aren’t you?” he taunted. “I wonder, if the Bene Gesserit married you off to a Harkonnen, would you go along with it?”
You furrowed your brow, confused as to why he was asking you this, but you nodded anyway. “You would share a marital bed with the enemy of my people just because they told you to?” There was a sharp edge to his voice. “That won’t do.”
You focused on your breathing, on the rise and fall of your chest. The warmth emanating from his body behind you felt like it was burning you alive. You maintained a firm grip on his wrist, but the hand over your mouth didn’t move, as if it was glued to your face.
“I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth now,” he whispered, “but you are not to speak unless spoken to, understand?”
You nodded vehemently. He pried his hand from your mouth. You gasped for air, sucking in sharp inhales of breath and relishing in the full expansion of your lungs. But you didn’t dare scream.
He rested his face against your veil-covered head. “Now tell me,” he purred, a deep rumble low in his chest, “are you afraid of me?”
You knew Bene Gesserit weren’t supposed to be afraid of anything. They were supposed to be stoic and unfeeling, impenetrable pillars of strength. Nothing could shake them. But you couldn’t deny the way you trembled in his arms. You nodded.
“Why is that?” he cooed almost mockingly. “Is it because you believe me to be the Kwisatz Haderach?”
You shook your head. “But if I’m not the Kwisatz Haderach,” he asked, his voice low, “then what does that make me?”
“Something worse,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. “A false prophet. A deceiver. A devil wearing a man’s face.”
“A dark angel?” he finished for you.
You didn’t respond. The rush of blood filled your ears. You thought his hold on your waist tightened to the point of pain.
The world spun as he whirled you around and pushed you up against the wall. “You were in my vision.” His face was inches away from yours. “You do give birth to the Kwisatz Haderach. I’ve seen it.”
You stared at him, wide-eyed. It was hard to believe if what he saw was real or merely a hallucination.
“But that wasn’t all. The vision told me something else, too.” His eyes raked over you, long and slow. “I must be the one to give it to you.”
It took a second for his words to sink in, but when they did, your breath caught in your throat. A fresh wave of fear washed over you like ice settling deep in your bones.
Your skin crawled as his hand ran up your side. “I wonder what it is you’re hiding under this frock, sister.” He reached up and groped your breast.
You let out a little yelp. You grabbed his hand and tried to wrench it away from your chest. “Stop it.” You tried to sound intimidating, but the words came out more as a pitiful squeak.
He snickered in amusement. “What a shame.” He faked a pout, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “You’ve been so good for me up until this point. Why so defiant now?”
He kicked your legs apart, stepping in between them. He bunched the skirt of your frock around your hips, exposing your undergarments. You tried to pull down your skirt and push at his shoulders. He easily apprehended your wrists and pinned them above your head.
“Look at you. Can't use the Voice, can't use the Weirding Way.” The smirk on his face was malicious. “You’d be more useful to my family as one of our servants.”
There was no mistaking the feel of his hard length pressed against you. He rocked, grinding his crotch against yours. You knew he was right. He was stronger than you, and you were defenseless. He could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d be powerless to stop it from happening.
He shifted to hold your wrists in one hand, the other slipping in between your bodies to mess with the front of his pants. “You’re fortunate you’ll have me to teach the child.”
He pulled out his cock, stroking up and down his shaft. He pushed your undergarments to the side and lined himself up with your entrance. “This is going to hurt,” he stared right into your eyes, “but duty is sacrifice, isn’t it?”
You went stiff as he pushed into you. You had to bite your lips to keep in the screams that threatened to spill out. It felt like he was tearing you apart from the inside out.
“Relax, sister. You’re only making it worse for yourself.” His voice sounded strained as he continued to sink into you. You wondered if this was painful for him as well. “Almost there.”
He paused once his hips were flush against yours. He was panting already, his face shining with a thin sheen of sweat. You thought maybe you were through the worst of it, but he proved you wrong when he pulled back only to thrust into you hard.
You couldn’t hold back the yelp that escaped you as a jolt of pain shot down your spine. He leaned closer until there wasn’t enough room to slide a sheet of paper between your bodies. “You were unknown to man before me, weren’t you, sister?” he hissed.
Your eyes stung with tears, and your chin started to wobble. You turned your head away from him, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from sobbing, and the copper taste of blood flooded your mouth.
Now that he’d sullied you, the Sisterhood had no use for you. You’d let them down, and now you’d be his forever. There was no escaping him.
He grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “This is what you were meant for, sister. This is where you belong.” His eyes were trained on you with rapt attention. “You were made for this, to cry on my cock.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to expel his words from your head. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and he dipped down to taste them. He hummed, licking his lips. He must be a devil to relish in something that was causing you such agony.
You retreated into your mind, remembering the mantra you’d been taught since you knew how to speak. I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. You focused on the words, seeking solace in them. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. When the fear has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain.
You started to relax against him as the pain ebbed away, easing the way for his intrusion. The head of his cock brushed against a spot inside you that sparked an unfamiliar tingle in your core. Your back arched, and the wails you’d been stifling came out as wanton moans.
“That’s it. I knew you would come around.” He growled. “You’re so pure, so chaste. I can’t wait to make you my bitch, have you screaming my name for everyone to hear.”
You hated the way his cruel words only made that craving in your core grow even more. He gripped your hip as he fucked into you at a brutal, relentless pace. He had you spread wide for him with your thighs over his. His wild curls bounced with every thrust, and you were sure you’d be sore from the way your back repeatedly slammed against the wall over and over.
The spark started to grow into an unquenchable fire, like you were being consumed by flame. “Please,” you managed to whimper between the unintelligible string of mewls that left your lips, though you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. “Please.”
“It’s alright, sister. I’ll give you what you need.” He moved the hand on your hip to the little nub above where he split you open. “Let go. I want you to come for me.”
His deft fingers worked your bud, sending you over the edge. You clenched down around him, your thighs quivering around his hips. You felt like you were drowning in the ocean back on Caladan, thrown about by the churning waves before they pulled you asunder.
You went limp against him, and if it weren’t for his hold on your hands, you would’ve sank to the floor. He let go, and your arms dropped to your sides like dead weight. He grabbed your hips and hoisted you up, jackhammering into you at an inhuman pace. He cursed under his breath, grunts and groans falling from his lips.
“I’m gonna come inside you.” His blunt fingernails dug into your skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind. “I want you to take every last drop, okay, sister? Can’t have any of it going to waste.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, staring blankly at a spot on the wall behind him. You wanted to fight him, but you knew it’d be useless. This was your destiny, the fate that had been chosen for you. He’d seen it himself.
He went still against you, and you felt warmth flood your insides. He wrapped his arms around you, nearly crushing you with how close he was holding you. His seed dribbled out of where you were still connected, smearing down your thighs.
He pulled out of you slowly, gently setting you down on your feet. You slumped back against the wall, your eyes barely open. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he gathered his spend dripping out of you, pushing it back into your abused hole with his fingers.
He wiped his fingers clean on your thigh and stepped back from you. “Clean yourself up.” He tucked himself back into his pants. “They’re here. They’ll be coming for us soon.”
Your eyes shot open. What did he mean? Who was he talking about?
Then, the world erupted in flames.
#dark!fic#dark!paul atreides x reader#dark!paul atreides x y/n#dark!pauk atreides x reader#dark!paul atreides x you#dark!paul atreides#fanfiction#one shot#dune#timothee chalamet
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Dune Part 2: *Throws in multiple shots of Paul waking into the desert alone*
Dune Messiah Fans: *vibrating*
#Every single shot was like a hit of spice#I was just as buzzed and paranoid as any space navigator#Every time Paul wandered into the desert I was that one Dicaprio meme#Dune Messiah#dune messiah#dune#dune 2021#paul atreides#dune memes#frank herbert#children of dune#chapterhouse: dune#duncan idaho#god emperor of dune#frank herbert's dune#Dune ii#dune part two#dune part 2#dune part ii
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never one drop of rain on arrakis
#paul atreides#dune#my art#is this good? debatable. did drawing it make me obscenely happy? yes!#i see a man in distress i gotta give him a halo and/or cover him in blood#i think i should have stayed closer to that one shot from faith which inspired this but too late now lol
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#DUNE PART ONE - Desert Shots
#dune movie#dune#dune part one#timothée chalamet#timothee chalamet#paul atreides#lady jessica#rebecca ferguson#desert#abu dhabi#jordan#my favorite shots
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It's very gratifying to be able to accompany you on countless works, and to be able to feel all the feelings that you pass through your characters, it's genuinely amazing. Watch you with a twinkle in your eye and let out a smile of happiness for watching you, and see being able to have the privilege of seeing the way you bring so many amazing characters to life. And get reference but acquire the real true feelings that you go through in each work, in each character. Timmy has already spoken in other letters, and I will continue to talk about how you are an inspiration to me and how proud and excited I am of your every achievement. I love you, I'm the person, the happiest fan just to have you in my life. For accompanying you on and off the set of each of your work, even if it's through a cell phone screen or cinema, television. I love you ❤️ ✨️
#timothée chalamet#dune 2021#paul atreides#bones and all#timothee chalamet one shot#elio perlman#call me by my name#me chame pelo seu nome
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"We Can Share"
Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides
dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry
Summary: Y/n is Feyd and Paul's childhood friend. When a duel to the death arises between them, Y/n can't help but realise how much she loves them. But why have one when you can have both? The only question is, are they willing to share?
Reader has she/her pronouns
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, praise kink, knife play, rough sex, rough oral sex (f receiving), Dom!Feyd, Sub!Reader, SlightDom!Paul, slight choking, dirty talk, breeding kink, both Feyd and Paul are princes of aftercare.
Word Count: 3k
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It was unusual. A young girl eighteen years of age was friends with two polar opposite young men. Paul Atreides is quiet, observant, and gentle-mannered. Feyd-Rautha is manipulative, ruthless, and cunning. Y/n was a part of one of the old houses that no longer existed, but she had become a ward of the Bene Gesserit. Learning the ways and the Voice, Y/n often travelled with the Reverend Mother to different planets. When Y/n turned eighteen, she lived with Duke Leto and his family. When the Harkonnens attacked House Atreides on Arrakis, Y/n had fled with Paul and Lady Jessica into the deserts of Arrakis. Y/n witnessed the death of Duncan Idaho, the sword master of House Atreides. Y/n felt her heartbreak. She had known Duncan all her life, and it was like losing a family member. Trying to distract them but was caught by Glossu Rabban. Knowing how favoured she was by Feyd, his younger brother, he left her untouched and took her back to Geidi Prime.
Y/n should have felt fear, but she had known Feyd-Rautha all her life like Paul and had always been torn between them. Y/n sat amongst the noisy crowd as they cheered for the prized Feyd-Rautha, who walked out with his knives, fighting in the gladiator arena. His gaze took in the crowd as he spun in a circle, shouting victory at his winnings. Pausing when he saw Y/n sitting next to the Bene Gesserit with Lady Margot Fenring. His breath caught in his throat, his electric blue eyes shining, turning predatory as he took in her appearance. It had been four years since he last saw her, and he hated being apart. He snarled as he made his way back into the arena cells, throwing his knives down and cleaning them of the blood. His breathing was heavy, and his knuckles were turning white, with his grip tightening on the blade handles. Feeling arms wrap around his body, he straightened as his eyes closed, humming gently, and a smirk danced on his lips.
“You’ve come back to me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his head tilting over his shoulder slightly. Hearing her soft laugh, he chuckled, facing the young woman before him. “Well, when your Uncle and the Emperor attacked Arrakis and House Atreides, I wasn’t given much choice” “ she replied; her eyes were gentle, but her tone was bitter. Feyd felt it cut into his heart, and his eyes flickered with hurt. He knew she wasn’t angry with him; he thought she wasn’t. His Uncle and the Emperor made the attack; Feyd despised both; if he could kill them, he would. But he would have to devise a cunning plan to do so, and he had his favourite chess piece, Y/n. Feyd raised his hand, his thumb brushing her cheek, a soft gasp falling from Y/n’s lips at the physical contact. Feyd leaned in his nose, brushing Y/n’s tenderly, closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. “I missed you sweet, Y/n”, Feyd confessed, his voice hushed as if he was being heard. Y/n smiled her hands on his chest. “I missed you too, Feyd”, Feyd panted lowly before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
Y/n moaned as Feyd pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. Feyd pulled her leg around his waist. “I’ve ached for you, longed for you. I refused any pleasure slaves sent to me; I didn’t want anyone that wasn’t you,” Feyd breathed, kissing her neck and licking a broad stripe Y/n whimpered, her arms wrapped around him. “Feyd, please” “ she begged, making him laugh in response, pressing his body to hers. “I’ll fuck you, sweet Y/n, harder than that little Atreides would”, he growled, his smile sending shivers through Y/n’s body.
“We mustn’t be here, Feyd; anyone could see,” Y/n whispered, her lips brushing his, making him groan. “I don’t care if anyone sees”, he snarled, his hand gripping her dress Y/n stopped him. “Please, I’d much rather you take me in the privacy of your chambers. You can be as rough as you like there” Y/n licked her lips, her hips rolling against his, panting softly, her nose nudging his. He grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “Since you asked so nicely, my sweet.”
Y/n heard the commotion outside the halls. Feyd’s page came to her, pulling her toward the ship. “Na-Baron Feyd Rautha is to duel Duke Paul Atredies; we are to attend”, Y/n gasped. No, why must they duel? She couldn’t lose them, either of them. Standing amongst the many witnesses, Y/n saw Paul standing in the middle of the circle, and in a short time, he had grown into his own as Duke. The Reverend Mother spoke up, stepping forward. “Consider what you are about to do, Paul Atreides,” she warned him; his body turned, and his voice shouted, “SILENCE!” A sudden vibration sent the Reverend Mother shuddering in fear as the Bene Gesserit caught her from falling. Y/n’s eyes widened; he had become powerful with the Voice; she looked over at Feyd as Paul shouted, “Where is Feyd-Rautha!” Feyd chuckled darkly, twirling his knife. “I am here, Little Atreides”, Feyd’s voice sang out with a hint of amusement. Paul narrowed his eyes. “Shall we fight then?” Paul raised a brow, readying his knife Y/n constantly looked between the two men. Feyd smirked, nodding as he stepped into the circle. He lifted his fist to his chest and fell to one knee before Y/n. “I dedicate my victory…to my Na-Baroness Y/n”, he grinned, knowing full well she wasn’t Na-Baroness, but he could hear the aggravated noise from Paul Atreides as he, too, fell to one knee. “And I dedicate my victory…to the rightful Empress Atreides”, Paul spoke, eyeing Feyd. Gazing at the men, Y/n realised why she couldn’t bear to lose either of them; she loved them. She loved Feyd. She loved Paul; she couldn’t deny her heart any longer and let them fight one another. She stepped forward and said, “There will be no need for a duel. The feud between House Atreides and House Harkonnen has lasted too long. Suppose Emperor Shaddam steps down from his rule and allows both Paul of House Atreides and Feyd-Rautha of House Harkonnen to rule as Emperor. In that case, I will accept a marriage with both and be Empress” Y/n gazed at the aged Emperor, who reluctantly nodded and removed his signet ring. Knowing he could not fight the inevitable anymore, he bowed as both Feyd and Paul stood in unison. Both turned to face each other, clenched jaws as they stared one another down. “You should be grateful for her little Atreides. She saved your life.” Feyd smirked at the glimpse of his black teeth shining in the afternoon sun as Paul laughed bitterly. “It is I who should say that to you, Feyd-Rautha.”
Since Feyd and Paul were named Emperor, Y/n couldn’t bear the continued fighting between her husbands. Disagreeing on every matter, she would sit silently as the two undermined each other. It had only been a week, and the demands of the Emperors were overwhelming. When he watched his father in council, Paul’s observations had taught him well. He remained calm. Like Feyd, the Harkonnen would question Paul’s gentle manner and way of handling things. Feyd would smirk or snicker lightly whenever Paul would speak. Y/n would glare at Feyd, but the Harkonnen would only wink in response. Paul would sigh under his breath whenever Feyd spoke over him, his fist clenched on the table, trying to hold back his anger. “Don’t worry, little Atreides. You don’t know enough about war and battle. I believe I should see to this personally” Feyd grinned, leaning forward on the table and talking about army training and strategies. Paul glared at him, standing up abruptly, his hands on the table. “One more word-” Paul began as Y/n also stood. “Husbands, perhaps we should retire to our chambers. Take some time away from these meetings. Thank you all; if any other concerns need to be handled, Lady Jessica will address them,” Y/n told the council, who all nodded and bowed their head, leaving the room. Y/n looked between Feyd and Paul, walking to the door. “Are you both coming?” Feyd and Paul scrambled behind, shoving one another out of the way and following her.
Removing her jewellery, Y/n heard her husband’s muffled voices still arguing. Sighing to herself, she changed into her mid-thigh nightgown, which Lady Jessica had gifted her for her wedding night. But with the constant demands of the Emperors, Y/n didn’t have time to have a wedding night with either husband. Coming into the shared chambers, she saw Feyd pushing Paul against the wall, his forearm over Paul’s throat. “Feyd release Paul now”, Y/n told him as she sat on the bed. Feyd grumbled and pulled away. Paul’s eyes widened as Feyd followed his gaze, turning around, a grin forming. “Sweet girl, look at you.” Feyd’s velvety voice echoed in the chambers, and a smile danced on Y/n’s lips. Feyd knelt before her, his hand on her thigh. “Poor wife, you’ve been deprived, haven’t you? Want your husband to take care of you?” He hummed his lips on her neck Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly. “I want both husbands to care of me” “ she pleaded, her eyes opening, observing Paul on the other side of the room. His fists were clenched, his eyes hard, and he was stalking forward and coming closer. Feyd pulled away, watching Paul. “Come, little Atreides, she wants us both. We can share. Can’t we?” he grinned, his hand cupping Y/n’s cheek, his tongue darting out to lick a broad stripe up her throat. Paul’s blue eyes narrowed at Feyd, who smirked. “I can show you what she likes, what makes her shake in pleasure. Wait to hear her sounds, little Atreides. It’s so intoxicating,” he growled, his teeth bared on her shoulder. Paul removed his jacket before kneeling beside Feyd, who was breathing heavily. “Perhaps we can share”, Paul agreed with a nod.
Pressing his lips to Y/n’s softly, a gentle moan left her mouth, her lips moving with Paul’s. Her fingers threaded through his brown locks, pulling him closer; Feyd’s mouth latched back on her neck, his hand on her thigh tickling her. Paul moaned the kiss, turning passionate Y/n giggled as Paul pulled away, his eyes staring into hers. Filled with lust, the young Atreides shoved Feyd away and pushed Y/n on her back, kissing her roughly, catching her by surprise. She expected this from Feyd, but it was new from Paul. Feyd chuckled, removing his clothes, his eyes glinting with amusement. Y/n gasped, feeling Paul’s lips trail down her neck between her breasts. His hands slid up and down her body; Feyd lay beside Y/n, his hand delicately cradling her face.
“Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?” he licked his lips Y/n smiled up at her husband, pulling him in for a kiss. The ruthless warrior licked her bottom lip with his tongue, a whine leaving her mouth. “Feyd”, She moaned breathlessly as Paul chuckled. “Already out of breath, wife, we’ve barely done anything” he sat up as Feyd focused his attention on Paul, laughing softly his blue eyes glittering as he met Paul’s. “I’ve found it doesn’t take much to set her off”, he smirked. Paul mirrored his facial expression as he spread Y/n’s legs, sliding in between. Kissing her inner thighs, Paul’s tongue swiped her soft skin after each kiss and bite.
Y/n’s high-pitched moans broke the silence in the room, making Feyd chuckle. “I love those sounds you make, sweet girl; I think our little Atreides will come to love them too,” he murmured, his hand gripping his knife and twirling it. The blade glistened in the moonlight from the balcony. Y/n moaned, arching her back, feeling Paul inch closer to where she needed him most. Her fingers locked in his hair, gripping the roots tightly, a moan escaping Paul’s lips. His kisses turned aggressive, his hands cupping her ass and pulling her closer. Feyd pressed his knife to her skin; the coolness against her heated skin sent shivers through her body. Feyd slowly trailed the knife up and down her nightgown, a playful smirk on his face. “My love, you don’t favour this nightgown, do you?” he questioned, hopeful she would say no. Y/n shook her head, not trusting her voice, as Feyd smiled. “Good”, he replied before ripping her nightgown with his knife, the material falling off her body and exposing her bare body to the air.
Paul looked up through his lashes; he grinned. “Finally had a use for the knife” he pointed out with a teasing tone making Feyd grumble under his breath Paul pulled Y/n’s undergarments down her legs. Paul groaned licking his lips at her wet folds Feyd grinned laying his chin on Y/n’s stomach and kissing the skin delicately “Have a taste little Atreides, it’s addictive” he told Paul. The younger looked up “Stop calling me little Atreides.” He threatened Y/n and watched the two “Stop fighting” she begged them as they both turned their focus to her. “If you don’t I’ll take care of myself and let you both watch” she warned. Paul nodded “I’m sorry” he murmured before leaning down to kiss between her legs a sharp gasp leaving Y/n’s lips. Feyd kissed Y/n’s breasts his tongue flattened licking broad stripes.
“I’m sorry too sweet girl” he whispered into her skin before trailing up her throat “Paul oh” Y/n moaned her hand tightened in his hair rocking her hips against his face. Paul’s tongue lapped at her wetness Feyd paid attention to Y/n’s face “Good girl, look at you. You’re glowing” He grinned his tongue darting out to lick her lips their breaths mixing. “You are going to be good and cum on his tongue, hmm. He’s never had a taste before, I am going to have to pry him off your sweet cunt.” Feyd breathed his hand gripping her throat lightly applying light pressure. Y/n tightly shut her eyes feeling pleasure coarse through her body. Paul’s movements increased becoming greedy as he sucked on her clit moaning into her cunt, sending shock waves through her body. “Paul” She cried out his name feeling her body contract her back arching and moaning loudly “Paul, please don’t stop” she pleaded as she felt the heat in the pool of her stomach as she felt her peak crash over like the waves of Caladan hitting the cliffs. Paul moaned loudly not letting a drop of her arousal escape his mouth. Coming down from her high Y/n stroked Paul’s hair her body shuddering from after pleasure. Paul pulled away wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling. “You taste divine my darling” he whispered as Feyd clicked his tongue “My turn” he growled kissing her quickly as Paul moved for Feyd to lay between Y/n’s legs.
Throwing her legs over his shoulders, inhaling her sweet scent Feyd closed his eyes he purred lowly. “Mmm my favourite meal” he winked diving in and eating her out roughly. Y/n wriggled in his grasp sharp gasps leaving her open mouth as Paul kissed her neck. Paul had his dominance but he was gentle. Y/n loved the difference between her two husbands, Paul’s sensual giving nature in contrast to Feyd’s hungry fueled lust. Feyd’s tongue and teeth clashed greedily draining every bit of Y/n’s rich essence she was providing. “Feyd fuck!” She sobbed as Paul hummed in Y/n’s neck whilst holding his wife’s body down.
“Such a good wife for us my darling, he’s a man starved,” Paul muttered into her ear hotly groaning at hearing her sounds of pleasure. Paul screwed his eyes shut as he rolled his hips onto the bed, feeling his cock harden at her lewd noises. A pathetic whine left her lips as she looked over at Paul and his hard-on through his pants. Y/n felt her body convulse as Feyd brought her second orgasm to its climax Feyd pulled away licking his lips with his long tongue. Y/n gasped at the action as Feyd crawled up her body like a snake and kissed her roughly moaning Y/n pulled away. “Feyd, my love let Paul have me first” she whispered as Feyd looked over noticing Paul grind on the bed he nodded “Whatever you like sweet girl.” He murmured as Paul scrambled between Y/n’s open legs removing his cock from his pants he rubbed his fingers over her folds and over his cock. Slowly sliding in Y/n sobbed as Feyd sat up from the bed and walked to his cabinet. Paul leant down kissing Y/n softly his hips meeting hers fully immersing himself inside her tight walls. “Fuck wife you feel like heaven. I understand why Feyd loves you and this pretty cunt so much” He moaned his head pressing his head to hers.
Y/n smiled, staring into Paul’s eyes and cupping his cheek. “I’m yours too, Paul. I love you, I have for a long time. My heart is yours. My body is yours. My soul is yours,” she murmured, gently kissing him passionately. Paul groaned into the kiss, his hips rolling onto hers. Paul would have his way with Y/n any other time, but he wanted his first time with her to be different from what she had with Feyd. The ache he held to himself for so long about Y/n ate at him every day. Watching her from afar grow more beautiful and knowing her friendship with him was special, she too, shared that friendship with Feyd. But unlike him, Feyd was hungry for pleasure whether it was with Y/n or killing someone in the gladitor arena. Paul’s thrusts were hitting everything deliciously as Y/n whimpered underneath him a smile forming on his lips. “You’re so beautiful, can’t wait to see you with child” He praised holding her face Y/n panted gently her arms wrapped around his neck. “You feel so good Paul, filling me perfectly” She threw her head back on the pillow Paul’s lips ghosted over her throat his hands wrapping her legs around his waist. Feyd sipped his wine, watching intently as he put down his glass. He heard Y/n’s soft moans and gasps, mixed with Paul’s grunts, filling the room. He had to give it to the young Atreides, and he could satisfy a woman quite well. He was worried he would have to make points for him, but he didn’t. Feyd walked out of the balcony, leaning on the marble and looking out.
Paul moaned heavily as he felt sweat build on his hairline, his body sliding against Y/n’s. “I’m close, Paul, please”, she whimpered as Paul nodded, his pace quickening, his fingers interlocking with hers. Grinning, his thrusts turned harder. “That’s it, my darling; let me feel your pleasure.” He groaned as her walls clenched around his cock as she cried out, feeling her peak wash over. Paul moaned, his hips stuttering as he finished inside her. His head pressed to hers, both panting. “Fuck, that was amazing”, Paul breathed Y/n laughed lightly, her hand on his chest, kissing him gently. “Well done, Paul, you seem quite talented for a newcomer”, Feyd teased as he looked over his shoulder with a grin. Paul slowly slid out of Y/n, whining about the contact loss. Regaining his breath, Paul sat up and walked into the bathroom. “I’ll leave you both be then”, he smiled as he closed the door. Feyd smirked, climbing on top of her. “Now that your other lover has had his fill of you. It’s time for me to fuck you just how you like” Feyd grasped one of her hands in his, wrapping her legs around his waist. Entering her in one swift motion, making her gasp sharply, “Oh, Feyd” His muscles tensed as he thrust wildly into her soft wet cunt. His carnal sounds sent shivers through her body. “He may be gentle with you, sweet girl, but I love fucking my woman dumb”, he grinned Y/n arched her back, nodding at his words. She whimpered as Feyd kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, feeling his cock hit her cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure. His pace was brutal, but she loved it; she loved how he took charge and wasn’t gentle. He would never do anything to hurt her, but he sure as hell would treat her like a ragdoll if she wanted him to.
Pulling out of her, he rolled Y/n on her stomach before thrusting back inside her roughly. Y/n cried out. Feyd held her waist as he pounded into her, groaning loudly. “Oh fuck, you take me so well; you were made for me”, Feyd growled, his hand rubbing her clit and biting into her neck. Y/n gasped at the feeling of her fourth orgasm building. “Feyd, please”, she begged as Feyd kissed her neck “Yes, my love?” he teased, slowing his thrusts Y/n threw her head forward. “Don’t stop; please fuck me faster, harder. Fuck a child into me”, she pleaded as Feyd grunted, pulling out as Y/n climbed on top of him, sliding down on his cock. Feyd’s blue eyes widened as the lust darkened them, bucking his hips. Y/n placed her hand on his chest and cried gently. “Feyd,” she whimpered his name like a prayer as she came around him. Feyd moaned as his hips stalled, filling her up with his seed. Feyd sat up, kissing Y/n softly, his lips moving with hers passionately. “So pretty”, Feyd whispered, biting her bottom lip. “So beautiful”, he breathed, staring into her eyes. “You did so well, taking us both. Although we still need to find out how well you can take us both simultaneously, sweet girl,” he grinned as he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Peppering kisses on her face, Paul had prepared a bath as he looked over, a smile on his face. As Feyd climbed into the tub, Paul followed close behind. Laying Y/n’s head on Feyd’s chest, Paul laid her legs on his lap. Massaging her feet with some sugar scrub, Feyd kissed her neck tenderly, his fingers dancing with hers. “What did I do to deserve such attentive husbands?” She smiled as Paul chuckled lightly, kissing her knee. “I believe the question that should be asked is. How did we deserve such a woman to be our wife and Empress?” Feyd smiled, humming in response, looking at Paul. “Our precious wife, our beautiful Empress”, Paul murmured, his hand holding Y/n’s other hand. Y/n hummed as she felt her eyes close gently. “At least you’ve both done it” " she murmured as both Feyd and Paul looked at each other and then gazed at Y/n. “Did what my sweet?” Paul asked with a gentle smile as Feyd massaged her head.
“Why isn’t it obvious? ‘We Can Share’ He and Paul smirked.
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i had been told dune 1984 was weird, i had been told about kyle maclachlan, i had osmosed information about sting in a metal bikini. however no one told me about the atreides pug dog. no one told me that this pug dog is never mentioned in a single line of dialogue, but they lovingly carry this pug dog on their laps in the spaceship to arrakis, and then patrick stewart holds it lovingly against his chest in one arm as he runs into a dramatic last stand, and then patrick stewart then shows up an hour later having miraculously survived his dramatic last stand WITH a beautiful flowing mullet but WITHOUT the pug dog but he DOES say "they said you were dead! you young pup!" and you're so desperate for news of the pug dog that you're like 'was that a code? is he trying to tell paul his own young pup [pug dog] also miraculously survived? i'll assume this until proven otherwise' and THEN in the LAST scene there are two random six year old fremen extras and in one shot one of the six year old fremen extras is holding THE PUG DOG and everyone in the room who is watching the movie with you cheers. and i do think this is the FIRST thing that someone should have told me.
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• 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙
Dark!Paul atreides x fem pregnant reader
Pt 3
࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎
The day after Paul had made his motivational speech to the Fremen about turning Arrakis into dune again, you two were in your shared room at night.
You sat at your little vanity, brushing through your hair, preparing yourself for bed. You saw Paul go over his plans at his desk, standing above it all.
You couldn’t stop worrying about what would happen tomorrow. What if Paul got hurt? What if something bad happened and you were left all alone? It’s all suddenly became too much for you, as you began to cry, dropping the brush in your hand.
Paul’s head shot up, very shocked at your sudden crying. He quickly left his desk. “My love?” He asked as he walked over to you.
You held your hands out to him, hiccuping and crying as you did. God, you have been so emotional these last few months.
He finally reached you, he picked you up, and sat you on his lap, trying his best to calm you down.
“I’m sorry paul. I’m just so worried about what’s gonna happen tomorrow. What happens if something bad happened to you, and I’d be left all alone!” You said suddenly crying even heavier.
Paul wiped away your falling tears, hugging you close to him. “Sweetheart, nothing will happen. I’d never dream on leaving you. Your seven months pregnant with my child. I’d 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 leave you alone” he snarled, hating the image of it.
You nodded into his chest, slightly calming down. He toyed with your hair, running his hands through it. “Your just tired, you’ll feel better in the morning” he told you, placing his hand on your big bump, which was covered by a night dress.
“Ok” you whispered, your eyes becoming heavy as you drifted off to sleep in his lap. He smirked at you. The pregnancy had really taken a toll on your body. You were constantly crying, extremely needy and most of all, falling asleep almost anywhere. But 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱. He loved how you had to rely on him. This child will definitely have siblings.
He carefully picked you up, bring you over to your shared bed, placing you under the covers delicately. Smiling down at you and giving you one last kiss to the forehead, before going to check his palms once more.
The following day was eventful to day the least. You had went with Paul as he checked with Chani and Stilgar to make sure they were ready. As soon as the battles were to begin, he brought you into a hidden room, with five Fremen warriors.
“Are you alright?” He asked cupping your cheek gently.
You nodded “promise you’ll come back to me?” With a pout.
“Promise” is all he said before pulling you into a passionate kiss, eventually pulling away when he remembered he had to fight a battle.
He turned to the Fremen who were to protect you “if any of you let any harm come her way, I will slit all of your throats” he said giving them a look of rage and disgust.
You shared one last smile with him before he left. You hadn’t heard anything till ten minutes later, you heard Paul yell “long live the fighters” in the Fremen language.
After that many bombs and guns were firing, you were hoping none were at Paul. Your heart was racing as you sat there for over an hour 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆.
Eventually, after what felt like centuries, you heard running in the hall outside your room. You prayed it wasn’t a harkonnen, god only knows what they’d do to you.
“Y/N!” You heard Paul yell from outside.
You quickly jumped up and walked as fast as you could to meet him. When you did he pulled you into a tight hug, before kissing you passionately, kissing all down your neck and face. The Fremen behind you looked away in fear.
“We’ve done it! We’ve won, but I need to challenge the emperor for the throne” he said kissing your cheek.
You nodded as he guided you to a meeting room where all the Fremen had been since the battle. You cling onto Paul, as people whizzed past you left right and centre.
Chani had came up to hug you, telling you she was glad you were alright. You hugged her back, telling her the same.
Paul took you back into his arms, you two resting your heads on each others, savouring the moment.
“You know I’ll always love you, for as long as I live and even in death. I need to challenge the emperors throne, but I need you at my side to rule, can you do that?” He asked both hands on your waist.
“Of course Paul. Wherever you are, I will be” you told him, pecking him on the lips slightly, making him smile.
After a moment Paul turned to the Fremen, yelling “bring my prisoners”.
Only a moment later, you saw feud-rautha, the emperor and his daughter, and the Reverend mother who had taught lady Jessica come in.
Paul explained that he wanted to claim the throne as his. All of them seemed shocked at his decision. The reverend mother was not happy with him at all.
“Consider what your about to do Paul atreides”she began
“Silence!” Paul yelled using the voice on her.
Feyd ruatha and Paul had to battle, in order for him to claim the throne. Paul walked over to you grabbing the knife from beside you and quickly kissing your cheek, telling you it would be ok.
He stood in front of Feyd ruatha, putting the knife against his heart and head saying “may thy knife chip and shatter.
Feyd Ruatha only smiled in response before repeating “ may 𝗧𝗵𝘆 knife chip and shatter” before launching at Paul.
The two battles for what felt like hours, you heart going 200 bpm. After a minute Paul had been stabbed just under the top of his arm. He began breathing heavy, but he remained to be ok. This triggered your silent crying.
Feyd Ruatha noticed this before saying
“Is this your little wife? Perhaps I’ll take her as mine when I kill you, and I’ll kill that child inside her.” He said with disgust.
This set off Paul as he lunged forward stabbing him in the heart. Your breathed a sigh of relief.
“No one, talks about her that way.” he said before yanking the knife out of his now dead body.
A moment later Paul walked up to the emperor and his daughter.
The emperor smiled nervously “take my daughters hand you two can rule the empire” with a sly look towards you.
Your heart caught in your throat, but Paul quickly made your worries vanish with his quick reply.
“How dare you disrespect her like that. Only the woman bearing my son, will sit my side” he said before telling the Fremen to lock the away again, and that he’d kill them later.
The room erupted in cheers, Paul had done it. He was actually now emperor.
He walked up to you, blood smeared on his face as he took your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. You moaned into the kiss, hugging his body against yours.
“I was scared you’d accept the offer” you teased with a pout.
“I will only ever love you” he said laying his hand on your pregnant belly, kissing you once more.
𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.
࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎
I think this will be the end of this little series and I hope you all enjoyed!!
#dune part two#paul atredies x reader#paul atreides x reader yandere#paul atreides#chani#fanfiction#dune movie#timothée chalamet#timothee chalamet x reader#smut
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hi all, call me jane! here are the two upcoming dune fics I will be writing.
holy crowns || paul atreides x black! reader
summary: it was supposed to be your sister, your bene gesserit trained sister molded by the great houses, spy for the imperium. with no warning, paul chooses you instead and changes your life forever. some call him messiah, others an abomination, but you will call him husband.
this will be a multi chapter work and 18+only.
gospel of pain || feyd-rautha harkonnen x black!reader
summary: you've heard the rumors, you know what becomes of his concubines. to survive your wedding night, you will make him worship you as his wife the only way he understands.
this will be a one shot and 18+ only.
if you'd like to be tagged in either story or both, please comment!
#paul atreides x reader#paul atreides x black!reader#feyd rautha x reader#feyd rautha x black!reader
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