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hknightdai · 2 years

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Can I ask a Paul Atreides x Older Brother reader when Paul is constantly used as a cocksleeve?

Done.

Brother's Property

Paul Atreides x Male Reader

TAGS: Incest, Non-con, Fingering, Public Sex, Deepthroating, Face-fucking, Anal Sex

XXX

Your mother walks into the dining room, clearly expecting someone else, if the look on her face is anything to go by.

“Y/n, have you seen Paul?”

You give a strained smile, not because you have anything to hide, but because you are simmering.

You hate her, she refuses to teach you the voice, but teaches your younger brother.

“I haven’t, Mother,” You say, just barely containing any “crude” comments.

You two stare at each other for a moment before she hums and leaves, leaving you alone. Well, not completely alone.

Looking underneath the table, you see who she was looking for, your younger brother Paul, taking your cock down his throat.

Paul looks up at you, his face turning red as he tries to make no sound.

With a smug smile, you pet his head, pushing him down just a bit more.

“Look at you, Paul, not making a sound. Looks like my lessons are working.”

Shaking, he loses control and chokes, unfortunately breaking the silence. You lose your smile and Paul knows what happens next, he’s already hard.

You grip his hair and yank him off your cock and as he coughs, you stand.

“I told you not to make a sound, Whore.” You hold his head against the table, hissing down at him.

He doesn’t even need to be told anymore, he simply opens his mouth, his tongue hanging out, inviting your length in.

You don’t give him any warning, shoving into his mouth, his tongue still out. His head hits the table’s edge the first few thrusts before he just leans back, pliant. Hands balling in his hair, you shove yourself down his throat, never letting up.

“Khlk Khlk Khlk!” Paul gags, his hands twitch as if to push you away, but he continues taking his punishment.

You feel his tight throat convulsing as he chokes, you don’t care, focusing on your own pleasure, obviously he is too, his tongue moves to tease your balls.

“Heh, what would mother think, Paul? He sweet Paul, choking on his brother’s cock like the whore he is.”

He looks up at you and forces himself to your crotch. You curse as he forces himself to take you to the hilt again and again, his tongue now licking your balls like a treat.

Pulling him back to against the table, you pinch his nose, pull back to your tip and ram yourself to the hilt, fucking his throat.

You’re reminded of when you first began your relationship. You barged into his room after hearing of his lessons with mother. As he demanded you to leave, your pants were already gone and in the next moment, he was choking on your cock, tears running down his face.

Now he takes you like a pro, only gagging when you get particularly angry, and guzzling down your hot cum like a sweat drink.

With a few hard thrusts, his head banging against the table, you slam into his throat and release your anger into him.

“Khhk Khhk!” Paul coughs as your cum leaks out the corners of his mouth and onto his naked body.

Breathing heavy, you feel your cock get soft in his mouth before you decide to take it out.

Paul kneels before, cum dripping from his mouth, his face still a bit red, his hair a mess, his lithe body covered in sweat and your spunk.

You almost get hard again.

Picking his clothes up from where you sat, you clean your cock before throwing them at him.

“Get dressed little brother, Mother is looking for.” You leave him there.

XXX

“These are sacred,” Paul half-heartedly hisses.

You’re leaning over Paul as he rests his hands against one of these “sacred” palm trees, his pants around his ankles, his ass shown to you and the night.

“And, little brother?” You spanks him before gripping his cock. “You seem pretty excited. Do I excite you, brother?”

“Aahh,” He moans at your touch. You do excite him, so does this situation.

He lets out a grunt, as you sink into him.

You lean back, appreciating the sight of your cock in his ass, especially in the moonlight. You grab his shoulders, pull back, his low moans filling your ears, then thrust into him. The skin slapping sounds slowly increase as you speed up.

“Aaahh aahh,” Paul quietly moans, his arms shaking from the waves of pleasure.

His ass tightens around your cock and you stop, knowing his tell.

Reaching around, you tightly grip his cock and he whimpers.

“I didn’t give you permission, Cock Slut.” You spank him hard as releases puffs of shaky air.

“Got that?”

You give him another spank before he nods.

“Y-yes, Y/n,” He stutters.

You spank him again before playing with his ass, still gripping his twitching cock. You softly leave him empty before once again filling him with hard thrusts.

“You. Can’t. Even. Follow. Simple. Directions. Can you, Paul?” You grunt, slamming into him with every word.

“Hah I ca-An, Brother,” Paul whimpers, clawing at the tree.

Growling, you speed up, feeling his prostate, you relentlessly hit it, hearing your brother moaning into the night, unable to be quiet any longer.

“Y/N! Y/N slow down, please!” He cries out.

“Shut up.”

You feel his cock sporadically twitching in your grip. You are forced deeper into him as Paul falls against the tree, moaning against the bark.

“F-fuck me! Fuck me, brother!” He begs you.

Chuckling, you continue fucking his tight hole and before longer, you fill him with your cum.

Pushing him off your cock, he slides to the ground, still not cumming, but close.

He turns to face you, laying against the tree.

“Why are you looking at me, brother?” You pretend to not know and think for a moment. “Fine, you have my permission. Finish yourself off.”

With a grateful look and a shaking hand, Paul grabs his cock and jerks himself, looking up at you, bathed in the moon’s light. His breathing quick, his body shaking as he jerkily strokes himself. His eyes screw shut …and you stop him.

“Turn around,” You command.

On unsteady limbs, he turns to face the tree, and you lean against his back.

“These trees are dry, little brother. Quench their thirst, give them your royal seed. Cover these sacred trees in your cum.”

Jerking himself off to your voice, Paul doesn’t stop despite knowing he should. Whimpering, he does as you ordered and cums on the tree.

You pet his head as he lets out small sobs.

You grab his hair and force him to look at you. “Come on, Little Brother, we still have nineteen more sacred trees.”

XXX

Paul is startled awake as you cover his mouth.

Gesturing him to be quiet, you motion to your mother, also in the tent. “Don’t wanna wake her, do you?”

“Y/n, n-not right now, please,” Paul begs.

You have a blank face as you slowly grab his hand and raise it above his head. Your other hand is on his face, your thumb rubbing his lips.

“What did you say, Little Brother,” You say, looming over him.

You remove your father’s ring from his finger and put it on, showing him.

“You are not to wear this ring when you are with me, you know why?” Despite his look, you feel Paul’s cock growing hard. “I’m in charge, Paul, not you.”

Your thumb slips between his lips and he sucks on it.

“I own you, Paul. You are mine, you are my hole to fuck whenever, however. You were made for it.”

You slip your thumb from his lips and beneath his pants, slipping it into him.

Paul quivers, his eyes shutting as he grabs onto your shoulders.

Curling your thumbs, you command, “Look at me.”

“Take off your clothes.”

He does. Leaving himself exposed to you, you once again gaze upon his lithe body, covered in sweat as it, it’s still appealing. The way his stomach clenches as you finger him, it tempts you.

He lets out a gasp as you bite his collar. You hurriedly remove your pants with one hand. With them discarded somewhere, you spit in your hand and rub it on your cock.

You stretch him open with your thumb and push into him. Paul silently groans, trying to not wake mother.

“Command her to not wake up, Paul.” He looks at you, his gaze hazy. “Do it.”

Swallowing, he commands your mother to not wake up.

“Let me hear you, brother. Let me hear my cock hungry baby brother moan as he takes my cock,” You say, grinding deep inside him.

Hesitantly, he lets out a muffled cry before letting go.

“AAAAHHH! Fuck! Fuck me, Y/n! Fuck your slutty brother, please!”

He has tears running down the sides of his face as he stares up at the tent, his legs wrapping around you.

Your hands explore his body, grabbing and pinching him, just to hear him moan your name, just to get him to tighten around you, just because you can.

He’s yours.

Snapping your hips against his ass, you cum into him and watch as he covers himself in his own cum, not once stopping, his mouth agape, moaning in ecstasy.

Barely holding yourself up on your elbows, you use your ringed finger to swipe up some of his cum, covering your father’s ring in his son’s cum, before putting it in his mouth.

“Clean up your cum.”

Paul sucks and licks your finger clean and when you remove it, the ring seems to shine.

You chuckle. “Let’s continue shall we.”

Paul just lays there as you bring the spit covered finger to his entrance and shove both finger and ring into him.

It was a long night for him and a very pleasurable one for you.

#dark male reader smut #paul atreides x male reader #dune x male reader #requested

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faetreides · 26 days

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summary: paul atreides x plus sized afab servant!reader

cw: power imbalance, somnophilia (dubcon in my mind as the reader wouldn’t push him away if they woke up but feel free to skip this if you could feel icked out by it), petplay (cheated again and didn’t make it explicit but it’s very petplay coded in a way), size difference (paul’s the skinny bf that would fall over if a gust of wind was strong enough), paul eats reader out, crack treated seriously vibes bc he’s so awkward 💀, ambiguous somno occasion (like how the reader fell asleep), implications of improper use of the voice but it’s weak for this paul era so reader could probably push against it, possible dune lore inaccuracies idk don’t think just vibe

wc: 1k +

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

don’t repost, translate, or give ai my work

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You’re having the same dream again. Paul Atreides, the duke’s son who you are tasked with looking after is the star.

He looms over you as you lie flat on your back, though in your dream you’re never in your servant’s quarters. No, the surrounding walls bear a more striking resemblance to Paul’s bedroom. You’re always groggy in the dream, which is a strange feeling to have when you usually are profoundly awake in your other dreams.

You’ve only been having this one since you arrived on Caladan from a smaller planet with no name that they took ownership of. Paul Atreides had seemed to seek you out like a moth to a flame, making a beeline for you and demanding in front of your mother that his father hire you. Even weirder was the fact that the ships belonging to the Atreides left immediately after you agreed to go with them, as if the trip had only one purpose.

“Shh, mouse, it’s just me. Don’t wake up.” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours and pecking your lips.

You lie there in a daze, eyes wide and mouth agape as Paul reaches for the fastenings of your top. It’s an orange silk number he gifted you, all your clothes are. Your breaths come out in shallow pants, the disbelief that Paul Atreides would be disrobing you with the intent to bed you is overwhelming. He gives your plush curves loving squeezes as he reveals more and more skin.

Eventually you’re stark naked under him. You sluggishly try to cover yourself with your hands but Paul swiftly knocks them aside, pinning them to your sides so he can drink in the mouth watering image. You have no idea how many dreams he has had of you, ones concerning moments like these and ones about the life you’ll experience together in between. A gaggle of tiny feet playing tag around his throne, domestic mornings of blissful silence waltzing in the dining room.

“I…. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you, i swear it.” Your heart skips a beat, despite knowing very well that this is all some passing fancy. Dreams never have to see the light of day, so you can luxuriate in your delusions.

Paul leans down to shakily mouth at your collarbone, scraping his teeth against the skin and playing with your love handles. You whimper as he litters your rough skin with love bites, you open your mouth to apologize that it’s not as smooth as a noble consort’s would be, but something in the way he shoves his tongue in your mouth to silence you tells you he somehow already knows.

You poke and pull at his dark shirt, the fine black material feeling like heaven but you’d rather it cover your garments next to the bed.

Paul chuckles, nipping at your lips and pulling back to shirk his clothing off. He throws it across the room and goes back to kissing his way down your thick body. Once he reaches your stomach, he takes extra special care to dote on the rolls of skin, softly kissing and pressing his forehead against them.

“You would be a beautiful bride, you know…”

“Um… thank you, sir.” You squirm, all the attention on someone like you from someone like your employer’s son becoming too real. The Paul Atreides would sooner be lost to the sands of Arrakis than utter those words to you in the waking world, but perhaps your long harbored infatuation has leaked into your subconscious.

He smiles, as if charmed by your shyness. “You’re welcome, mouse.”

His favorite nickname for you, given to you due to your adorable scurrying around to avoid others and shy high pitched squeaks that you use instead of words. (Also because he saw you crouch in a corner and nibble on a piece of bread that you had managed to snag from the table.)

He sits back on his heels to grab your thighs, the skin bulging in between his fingers. He draws you into a slow and sensual kiss as he pushes them apart and sinks into the empty space. You squeak in shock when you feel something stiff press against your wet pussy, but Paul only shushes you in your head and you relax again.

“Mmm~” He hums, flicking his tongue against the seam of your lips and lifting himself to hover over you once more.

He winks before tightening his grip on your thighs and stretching them wide enough for him to slink down and have access to the small hole at their apex.

You jolt when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your mound. You squeak and try to close your thighs around his head but he doesn’t let you, keeping your thighs pinned to the bed and licking a flat stripe up your pussy.

“So sweet, mouse….” Paul grins and repeats the motion a few times. “I could just spread you out over the table whenever I need to eat.”

You moan at the attention, desperately wishing that you could grind against Paul’s mouth but it feels like something more than his grip is holding you back, something about the touch seeming too vivid. You shake the thought away and sink your fingers into his hair, brushing any strays away from his face as he moves to suck on your clit.

He hollows out his cheeks a bit to get better suction on your fat clit. Paul nuzzles his face as deep into you as he can possibly get, the chubby lips of your pussy sandwiching his nose. You wrench your eyes shut as your pleasure builds and builds, but a single thin finger eases into your hole right as you’re about to tumble over the edge. The intrusion isn’t painful so much as it is entirely foreign to you, the second finger goes in much easier.

The combination of eating you out and finger fucking you makes the knot in you stomach blessedly come undone. Paul swallows it all down like there’s no better substance in the grand scheme of the universe.

You hope to have this dream again tomorrow, even at the cost of being able to look Paul Atreides in the eyes.

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anystalker707 · 4 days

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Midnight sneak-outs

Pairing: Paul Atreides x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: You've just moved to Arrakis. Some distraction is nice, even if it involves your hidden relationship being discovered. Tags: he's very sweet / lots of kissing / hand job / this is not about 15yo Paul A/N: i've been writing less, sorry. i've been working out+working+studying, spending from 7am to 10pm out of the house, it's harsh

MASTER LIST

The air of Arrakis was thick and dry, enough to make your nose burn and threaten to start bleeding if you were outdoors without protection during certain hours of the day. It was very different from Caladan, uncomfortably so. You missed the cold breezes, the hikes along the woods, sleeping while it rained outside. The fact there was no way to escape this made you feel a little claustrophobic, but you tried your best not to be unpleasant, since the Atreides weren’t even obligated to bring you in the first place, but they couldn’t deny Paul’s requests, after all. You had to see the good side of it—even if it was hard and practically impossible. Arrakis seemed to trap you among its sands, even more so with how the Emperor had articulated that; it was just a one-way trip.

On the other hand, Paul seemed quite excited about it. He showed you some tools gifted to him by Duncan, the books he had found around. It was an excitement you couldn’t mirror, though you didn’t want to bring him down with it, since he’d always been so obsessed over Arrakis, extremely fascinated with it.

Paul looked over his shoulder as he walked over to the trees outside, ensuring you followed. “They say each tree consumes the same amount of water as five men. There are twenty!” He widened his eyes briefly as he placed a hand on the tree’s trunk, turning around to face you, with his free hand behind his back.

You furrowed your eyebrows, silently observing the lines of trees through squinted eyes under the harsh sunlight. They seemed sacred, holy. Their apparent aging and disposition—plus how they seemed cared for—demonstrated they held great importance. You looked into the horizon, trying not to dwell too much on the fact there were no mountains surrounding you; no hills, no woods.

“They’re huge,” you said with a hum, squinting your eyes more while looking at the top of the one you two were next to. “Are we supposed to be out here at this time of the day?” The heat felt suffocating, and unlike the cold from Caladan, you could barely escape it.

Paul shrugged, also squinting his eyes, though he was under the tree’s shadow, so you moved and joined him. It didn’t make much of a difference, and inside was probably a lot better, but being with Paul there for a little longer wouldn’t hurt. It was worth it. His eyes followed you, and his hand caught yours, lacing your fingers together to pull you closer. Paul took your other hand as well while leaning back against the tree.

“Are you feeling okay? We can head back inside,” Paul said cautiously, squeezing your hands as his eyes roamed over your features, green irises scanning your face, a search for something you couldn’t identify. Maybe you didn’t want to.

“Weather,” you said with a hum, taking a deep breath, but it failed to calm you down or do anything that mattered. The air was hot, almost burning your airways as they filled your lungs.

Paul seemed convinced, but he still looked at you as if trying to see past the armor you’d built, though he didn’t pry a lot, respecting the distance you imposed. Shaking his head, he pulled you closer instead, close enough to let his forehead rest on your shoulder and press a couple of kisses to it through the fabric. The worry that Paul usually only carried silently was not a little more evident as he stood there with you, trying to figure out how to help without suffocating you even more.

“Let’s head back inside,” Paul said, pulling you away from your thoughts. “We can go for a walk during the night. I want to explore around for a little, so it’ll be great, right? I want your company.” He lifted his head and looked at you in the eyes. A smile tugged on his lips after you nodded, eventually disappearing when he pressed his lips to yours in a soft peck.

The brief contact had your heart skip a beat and gave you comfort, even if just a little bit, even if just for a fleeting moment, and calmed the turmoil inside Paul’s chest.

Arrakis was colder at night, and the great temperature variance was already predictable, given the planet’s characteristics. Still, it wasn’t bad. It was comfortable and refreshing, and the fact you didn’t have to wear formal clothes during the night made it more enjoyable, giving you a welcome false sensation of freedom. In contrast, Paul’s hand was warm against your own as you two walked down the halls of Arrakeen in deadly silence.

Hesitant steps eventually gained confidence once you two walked a good distance from Paul’s room, loosening your grip on each other’s hands comfortably. A guard or another walked by, but none of them seemed to notice you and Paul merged with the shadows, walking down the wide halls of the place, or maybe they didn’t want to.

It was quiet, unlike during the day, and it made Arrakis feel better, for some reason. Paul seemed as excited as he was during the day, pointing out details of the architecture or leaning against windowsills to take a look outside, peeking at the night sky and muttering about it. It was sweet, really. You spent more time looking at his face than at what Paul pointed out, making a light red tone coat his cheeks whenever his gaze caught yours.

Paul sighed as he ran his fingers along the drawings sculpted into the wall, walking each time slower until he stopped walking. “It’s pretty, don’t you think?” He looked at you again, a small smile lingering on his lips as he noticed how you paid attention to the wall as well.

“Yeah. Really catches your attention,” you muttered, meeting his eyes in the relative darkness and squeezing his hand.

Paul didn’t return his attention to the wall, instead holding your gaze. His hand tightened around yours in return, and it was practically a sign for you—a small sound escaped his lips as you stepped closer, compelling him to back up until his back met the wall. The corner where walls met was a discreet and darker spot in the hall where practically no one spared a look, so it would be even harder to be spotted there at such hours when the moons were high in the sky.

Paul’s breath fanned warmly against your skin as you leaned in, and you two just stood there in silence for a long moment, something between reaching a silent agreement with each other and checking if there was anyone nearby. From there, you didn’t need a lot of thought—your lips met Paul’s in a soft kiss, primarily tentative and gentle. His lips were warm and soft, just like you were used to, but something about kissing him in a hidden spot in the halls of Arrakeen felt different, compelling a new type of excitement to stir in the bottom of your stomach. Making out in a dark corner during such late hours of the night made everything better, the thrill and adrenaline that ran through your veins at the feeling of getting caught.

Your tongue ran along Paul’s bottom lip, snatching a soft sound from his lips, while his hand tightened around yours momentarily, hesitantly letting go so that his hand could hold on to your shoulder instead, to pull you closer to him. As Paul’s arms wrapped around your neck, he eventually melted into you, noticing your acceptance, his body tingling at the feeling of your arms firmly wrapped around his waist.

A soft sigh came from Paul the moment your tongue slipped past his lips to run along the back of his teeth and glide against his own, compelling his grip to grow tighter around you, with a new kind of urgency emerging at the deepening of the kiss, one you returned by pulling him closer and holding him tighter. It could ruin your reputation, but it didn’t even matter now, not when you were lost in the way Paul kissed you, fingers gently caressing the back of your neck while his lips moved against yours in a perfect flow.

“Damn,” you whispered between kisses. Your attempt to catch your breath was disrupted by the continuous pecks that Paul kept pressing to your lips, arms tightening around your neck, so you ended up giving in and kissing once more, just enough to satisfy his need before your lips pressed to his jaw. Paul exhaled with a soft sound, arching his back to press more into you, groaning softly as he tilted his head to the side to give you more access to his neck and melted into your touch.

A sound echoed through the dark halls—a step? Door being closed? Weapon being adjusted? A shiver ran down your spine at the same time your blood drained to your feet, and Paul seemed to have the same reaction, both of you holding your breaths while standing as still as possible. It could be unimportant, just as much as it could be significant.

Your eyes met in the darkness, your breaths held in the deafening silence until your lungs burned, and you decided that if there were someone, they would’ve walked away. Or maybe that was just your brain convincing you to kiss Paul more, but did it really matter right now? The worries were slowly buried in the back of your head once your lips met his skin again, making his breath quiver. His arms slowly relaxed around your neck, and he was melting into your touches once again, whispering your name in a sweet and needy voice that made your heart flutter.

As much as you wanted to nibble and suck on Paul’s neck, it was a risk you didn’t want to take, even if most of his attires included turtle-neck shirts and vests. The young heir couldn’t be marked, couldn’t be touched, nothing that would ruin the Atreides’ reputation, and even so, he still indulged himself in a ‘hidden’ relationship with you, risking it all whenever proposing any sort of adventure that led you to situations like right now.

“I’m…” Paul’s breath hitched as his hands tugged on your shirt. A soft hum came from him as he shifted, managing to slip a leg between your own, allowing himself to grind against your thigh with a muffled moan. “Please,” he whispered, voice muffled by your shoulder as he pressed closer.

“No, we are—”

“Please…” Paul groaned. He buried his face in your neck, kissing a trail up to your lips, giving you a peck whenever you tried to argue against him. Who were you to resist that needy tone anyway? The way he made your heart flutter whenever giving you soft kisses, trying his best to convince you. A sigh escaped your lips before you leaned in again, taking Paul’s lips in another kiss, his bottom lip quickly caught between your teeth.

The thin fabric of Paul’s night pants was strained, tented up with the erection that ground against your thigh stubbornly until you gave his hips a harsher squeeze so that he would stay still—he did, with a whine. Among messy kisses, Paul moaned softly, trying to keep as quiet as possible while your hand slipped into his underwear and wrapped around his cock, warm and firm.

Part of you cursed Paul for having made you do that there, go all the way across the palace just to make out, but there was a different feeling to it, you couldn’t deny. Even if the chances were low, someone could still catch the two of you, and raise a scandal. Just the fact you could get caught by someone who didn’t know about your relationship, in general, made your heart race, something stirring in your lower stomach as your teeth sank harder into Paul’s lip. He whimpered, but the pain was nothing compared to the feeling that sparkled up his spine when your hand started moving around his cock.

Of course, it wasn’t the best thing in the world. It was a little stiff, but eventually better once your thumb ran across his tip, using the droplets of pre-cum to ease the friction, even if it didn’t do much.

“You’re dirty, Paul,” you whispered into his ear, squeezing his cock as you pumped him, trying to contain every involuntary thrust of his by pinning him against the wall with your free hand by the hip. His hands clung to your shoulders, most likely leaving scratches behind, despite the shirt in the way. “Does it feel good? Hm? Tell me?”

A soft whimper came from Paul in response, just at the same time his hips thrust into your hand. “Yes,” Paul groaned, voice strained as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. His attempts to keep quiet result in choked gasps and shaky breaths, but it doesn’t stop the occasional moans from escaping his lips, quiet and needy, sending sparkles down your spine. “Feels so good,” he mumbled in a shaky voice; his cock twitched in your hand, leaking more.

You knew where to touch already, the pace that made Paul quiver and had his knees go weak, so all you did was to measure well how to use that, with slow movements and grazing your thumb against a spot under the tip of his cock until he could barely hold himself together while clinging to you.

Paul mumbled something that sounded like your name, incoherent, muffled against your shoulder, which was already damp from how he pressed his mouth to it to muffle his sounds—or at least try to. It was already growing sloppy with the amount of pre-cum that dripped onto your hand, and Paul was practically doing the whole job by himself already, fucking your hand while chasing his own release. You couldn’t deny the way it made you feel, the way you swallowed dryly whilst feeling him against you, but you were already going too far by now anyway. Maybe you could do more when you headed back to his room.

“Nngh, I can’t—” Paul gasped before his cock twitched more, and there it was—he came with a soft cry, quickly limiting himself to a hiss as his nails sank into your skin through your shirt. “Fuck,” he groaned, trying to keep quiet and hold his breath while riding through his orgasm, and he finally did so, with a soft whimper. His chest heaved up and down to catch his breath, fingers slowly loosening around your shirt, and he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, blinking a couple of times. “You’re way too good,” he mumbled with a soft groan, pressing a soft peck to your lips.

“Oh?” You chuckled, pulling your hand away, and Paul quickly took care of adjusting his clothes again. “I’m not the one who suggested this, in the first place.” You glared lightly at him, and Paul shook his head in exaggerated frustration that immediately changed into a different expression when you started licking his cum away from your hand, humming faintly. “What?”

“Y’know—”

“Chambers. Now.”

#dune #dune x reader #paul atreides #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #paul atreides x reader #timothée chalamet #fan fic #fan fiction

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 5 days

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paul atreides in dune one is boyish and awkward, not having grown into his skin yet his relationship with you is more of a situationship.

he wants a relationship with you so bad but hes way too nervous to do anything about it and instead keeps you at arms length too scared he might do something to fuck up and make you not want him.

you dont fuck but hes too awkward to call it making love, he likes to lay you down and explore your body, committing every little detail to memory even though hes already memorized everything about you.

hes eager to please you, fucking you and letting you fuck him whenever and however you want, he is completely and utterly down bad for you

#x male reader #timothee chalamet #dune #dune x male reader #dune x reader #dune x you #paul atreides #paul muad'dib #paul muad'dib atreides #paul atredies x male reader #paul atredies x reader #paul atredies x you

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animesmolbean · 25 days

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Guardian of Light

Author's Note: This is the male verison of Chapter 1.

Hope you enjoy it! ♥️

〰️

Dreams are messages from the deep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1: Accepting a Deal

Year 10191

CALADAN, Homeworld of House Atreides

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

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

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

“It was… just a dream.” He whispered.

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Meanwhile, a young boy was lying on a bed, shirtless, half awake, and half asleep as he dreamed. He was dreaming about a certain (hair color) haired boy. His beautiful best friend, the boy who is always the light of his life, (Your Name).

Though there was someone else with him, another girl that wore the same outfit as (Your Name). The boy didn't know who this was. He could only see the side of her face.

The boy's hazel green eyes opened, groaning softly, sitting up as the light shined against his shirtless form.

〰️

The same young boy was now at a dining table, in deep thought as he ate his food.

“It's good you're up early. I just wish (Your Name) could be too.” An older woman spoke at the end of the table.

〰️

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

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

〰️

“Father wants you both in full dress before the Emperor's Herald arrives.”

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

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

Paul hummed before nodding his head, “Thank you.”

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

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

“Nice to see you here (Your Name). And with shoes on this time.” Jessica lightly teased her son-like figure.

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

Once (Your Name) was seated, Jessica went back to conversation, “If you want me it, make me give it to you. Use the Voice.”

The (hair color) haired boy only guessed that Jessica wanted Paul to use the voice to bring him water.

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

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

It came out more like a raspy whisper.

(Your Name) let out a snicker. “The glass can't hear you. Say it to your mother.” He whispered.

Paul gave the boy a look before looking back at his mother. He stared at her and his lips moved.

“Give me the water.”

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

“Almost.”

“Almost?”

“Bene Gesserit skills take years to learn Paul." Jessica told her son.

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

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

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

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

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

The boy looked down at his food before muttering, “No.”

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

Paul had a book in his hands about the Fremen, reading it as his back leaned against (Your Name)’s torso. The boy was in a kneeling position, and his arms were wrapped around Paul's neck, forearms resting on top of his shoulders. His head was on top of Paul's, silently reading along with him, occasionally nuzzling his nose into the boy's curly hair.

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

(Your Name)’s attention snapped hearing the last sentence. He moved his head off of Paul’s. He has heard that name before.

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

(Your Name) blinked before nodding. “Yeah. Don't worry, I'm alright.”

Paul let one of his hands go from holding the book, grabbing one of (Your Name)’s hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. (Your Name) welcomed the comforting pressure and did it back to him. But to his surprise, Paul pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Then, he proceeded to kiss down (Your Name)'s hand until he got to his fingertips.

The (Hair Color) haired boy felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks at the gesture. Now flustered, he looked away shyly. “Get back to reading.” He grumbled.

Paul smirked to himself and continued reading, knowing the effect he has over his friend.

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

‘I wonder if it's as blue as my eyes.’ (Your Name) thought to himself.

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

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

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

〰️

(Your Name) and Paul were now dressed nicely for the ceremony, both dressed similarly. The two for them stood close to each other as they waited.

After a few more seconds, a giant oval shaped ship landed on the ground. The ramp was placed down as the important people walked out from it. They were wearing their house clothes and walking respectfully.

“Smile Gurney.” The Duke spoke up jokingly to his trusted member.

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

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

The Duke shook his head, “How much will it cost them traveling all this way for this formality?”

“Three Guild navigators and a total of 1,460,062 Solaris for this round trip.” Another trusted advisor answered beside the Duke.

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

The Duke took a big step forward, nearing the stairs, “We are House Atreides. There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. The Emperor asks us to bring peace to Arrakis! House Atreides accepts!”

“Atreides! Atreides! Atreides!” The crowd in House Atreides started chanting as the Duke made his way down the stairs to sign the paper.

Before he does, the Duke looks back at his son and son-like figure, seeing them both giving him a subtle nod in agreement, silently approving him.

After the deal is completed, (Your Name) scooted closer to Paul, brushing the back of his hand against his. Paul feels the touch and does it back. Then, the two pressed the back of their hands together. They link their pinkies, putting their hands behind their backs, out of sight from everyone.

The two felt more contempt now, knowing that they could feel safe with each other.

#dune #dune movie #dune part one #dune part 1 #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts crossover #paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x you #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #dune fanfiction #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n

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andy-15-07 · 2 months

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can you do a fic with Paul Atreides, where Y/n is a bene gesserit and they find he is the One

Our love is powerful

masterlist ! pairing: Paul Atreides x reader

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In the mystical world of Arrakis, where sand dunes whispered ancient secrets, Paul Atreides and you, a Bene Gesserit, found yourselves entwined in a destiny written in the sands of time. The air in the Sietch was charged with anticipation as the Bene Gesserit sisterhood, with their millennia-old knowledge, discerned a truth that transcended the ordinary.

As you and Paul stood in the sacred chambers of the Bene Gesserit, the reverence in the air hinted at the gravity of the moment. The sisterhood, with their eyes that held the wisdom of countless generations, regarded Paul with a mix of expectation and acknowledgment.

"Y/N," one of the elder Bene Gesserit addressed you, "the threads of fate have woven a tapestry that binds your path with that of Paul Atreides. He is the One—the Kwisatz Haderach."

The realization hung in the air, a moment that echoed through the corridors of time. Paul, with his piercing blue eyes and a destiny that weighed heavily on his shoulders, looked at you with a mix of curiosity and acceptance.

"What does this mean?" Paul inquired, the weight of the prophecy settling on his young shoulders.

The elder Bene Gesserit stepped forward, her voice a melodic resonance that carried the echoes of ancient wisdom. "The Kwisatz Haderach—the One who can bridge space and time, unlocking the secrets of the universe. He who possesses both male and female ancestral memories, breaking the limitations that have bound humanity."

You, a Bene Gesserit bound by duty and destiny, met Paul's gaze with a depth of understanding. "Paul, you are the culmination of a plan set in motion by the Bene Gesserit sisterhood. The threads of our bloodlines converge in you."

The gravity of the revelation seemed to settle in the room. Paul, born into a lineage of political intrigue and ancient prophecy, found himself at the crossroads of destiny.

As you and Paul retreated from the sacred chambers, the Sietch buzzed with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. The sands of Arrakis seemed to echo the whispers of the prophecy that had been unveiled.

"Y/N," Paul began, his voice a quiet contemplation, "what does it mean for us? For our relationship?"

You turned to him, your eyes reflecting the weight of the truth. "Paul, our connection goes beyond the prophecy. The Bene Gesserit may have seen the threads of fate, but our love is a force that transcends destiny. Together, we navigate the path that unfolds before us."

The days that followed were filled with the intensity of preparation, as Paul embraced the training and revelations that came with being the Kwisatz Haderach. The Bene Gesserit sisterhood, with their watchful eyes, guided him through the intricacies of their ancient knowledge.

Amidst the trials and tribulations, your connection with Paul deepened. As he grappled with the weight of his destiny, your presence became a source of solace and understanding. Late nights were spent beneath the stars, the two of you seeking refuge in each other's arms.

One evening, as the desert winds whispered tales of destiny, Paul looked at you with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Y/N, I may be the Kwisatz Haderach, but my heart belongs to you. Our love will be the anchor as I navigate the complexities of this path."

You smiled, a reassurance that transcended words. "Paul, no prophecy can diminish the love we share. The threads of fate may guide your journey, but our connection is a beacon that lights the way."

As Paul embraced his destiny, the sands of Arrakis witnessed a love story that defied the limitations of prophecy. Together, you and Paul Atreides forged a path that merged ancient wisdom with the unwavering power of love—a journey that echoed through the sands of time, leaving an indelible mark on the destiny of Arrakis.

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meltedheartz · 1 month

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yan!paul atreides is such a freak :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

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

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

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

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

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

the thought has you shuddering.

#heartz.png #heartz.png files #AHAAAA #i wanted this out of my system #paul has a heavy breeding kink #i hate him #he’s such a weirdo #paul atreides x male reader #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x you #paul atreides is a freak #paul atreides x black reader #paul atreides smut

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devilsjacket · 1 month

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Reqs are open but I’m mainly writing for timothée chalamets characters bc he’s my current obsession

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male yn #male reader smut #timothée chalamet #paul atreides x male reader

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hknightdai · 2 years

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Too Loud A Voice - Part 2

Paul Atreides x Male Reader x Lady Jessica

TAGS: Non-con, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Rimming, Threesome, Incest

Part 1

XXX

You gag the boy again, leaving him to keep some of your cum in his mouth or swallow, before moving to his mother. Your hand stills in its movement once her gag is back on, as you decide to continue where you left off.

Dragging her by her hair, you stuff her face full of her son's balls.

“You like that, huh? You like the smell of your son’s balls, don’t you, you Atreides whore.”

Regaining their senses, the duo begin thrashing about, trying to free themselves from their positions. Unfortunately, Paul’s movement only ends up smearing the precum and spit on his cock, onto his mother’s face.

“There you go, boy!” You say, cheerfully. “Chasing your own pleasure like an animal.”

Stilling himself, Paul glares at you, his eyes still wet from crying. He looks …very nice.

Grabbing the back of his head, you yank on his hair and get in his face.

“Don’t stop now, boy. I didn’t say you could.”

Despite your growling, he only glares in defiance. You will crush that.

“If you don’t stop till I say so,” You whisper into his ear. “I will fuck your mother. And since I won’t have Rawes’ sloppy seconds, I’ll take her ass.”

The two of you stare at each other for a few moments before you sigh.

You remove your grip on his hair and with Jessica still forced against her son’s balls, you get behind her, take some of the spit and cum off your cock, and shove your fingers into her ass.

“HHHHMMM!” Jessica screams against the gag.

You stare at Paul as you brutally finger his trembling mother’s asshole.

“Hmm Hn. Hmmm!” She groans, her breath hitching everytime you delve into her.

Despite what was happening, her son was still hard. Shame and helplessness washed over him.

“Hey, hey,” You catch his attention. “You can stop this Atreides. You can.”

He began to breathe heavily as his anger began building, but just then, he felt something wet. Finally looking down at his mother, a few tears had escaped and she was crying.

His head falls.

Taking your fingers out, you grip his face and force him to look at you.

“Do it,” You command, and even with the conflict behind his eyes, he does.

Right before you, Paul Atreides is rubbing his cock and balls against his Mother’s face as she cries.

A chuckle bursts forth as you grin at this image.

“Ah, there’s nothing like the bond between a Mother and her Son, is there?”

You move your hand back to the back of Paul’s head and force him to look at his mother, and with your other hand you force her to look at him. Paul stops moving as his breath quickens and his eyes go wide.

You violently shake his head, “I didn’t fucking tell you stop. Continue or else.”

With his movements stunted, he continues, his cock now rubbing against her chin, gag, and nose, thanks to your grip on her hair.

Jessica screws her eyes shut against the onslaught of thrusts and the musk of her son’s cock. Her crying now intensifies and accidentally forces her to take sniffs of the cock.

“HHHHMMMM!”

Her eyes fly open as Paul cries out. She sees you squeezing his balls as he tries to escape.

“Close your eyes again, and I'll castrate your son.”

After that, you resume their previous positions, now with both unwilling to look away under the threat of the other being harmed.

For next few moments the only sound heard is of the two sniffing as they wept.

You hear Paul’s breath hitch and see his thrusts begin to jerk. Knowing what’ll happen, you move close to whisper in his ear.

“Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking look away.” You both look down at Jessica as Paul sobbs out a moan and cums up her nose and on her face and hair.

With a satisfied smile, you look between your two captives, both disheveled messes.

Hauling Jessica up, you bring her towards Paul’s face before grabbing his gag.

“Lick.” His eyes widen with disgust and rage at what you said. “Lick your cum off your mother’s face, Paul. Don’t try anything.”

You shove her face against his and pull his gag down, and as predicted, he tried to speak.

“UngaAH!” He’s cut off as you slam his head repeatedly against the wall.

“I told you, don’t try anything,” You growl, you wipe some of cum off and shove your fingers into his mouth.

“Klkhk! Khk Khk Hgk!” He coughs and retches on your fingers as you spread the taste of his own cum on his tongue.

Jessica thrashes about and you shove down against her son’s lap. You sit atop her form and continue to finger fuck Paul’s mouth, forcing him to look at you.

“All you had to do was like, Paul.”

With your next thrust, you shove your fingers down his throat.

“Hlgk! Hlgk! Hlgk!”

His retching hits a higher note as you accidentally hit his uvula and with a cheshire grin, you hit it again and again.

Stopping as he’s about to retch again, you quickly retract your fingers and move as he spits on Jessica’s back.

“Huh huh,” He pants before slowly beginning to sob.

You gag him, “How disrespectful, Paul. Spitting on your own mother, what would your father think?”

Grabbing Jessica, you ungag her and as she, predicatibly, tries to speak, you shove her down to the base of her son’s cock, choking her.

“KGHLK!” Her eyes widen in surprise, staring down at Paul’s crotch.

“What was that, Jessica?” You ask innocently, keeping her there. “Eh, it doesn’t matter.”

Going around her, keeping her choking on cock, you lather yourself with Paul’s spit and slam into Jessica’s asshole.

Her muffled screams mix with her gagging and you don’t give her a moment to rest. Her walls hug your cock as you slam into her. You practically go feral as you let her up, not enough to breathe, but just so you can shove her son’s cock down her throat.

“How’s her mouth, boy? Oh wait, you felt it earlier,” You say, pretending to recall what happened before.

As you do, you remember what happened to your comrade and you thrust into Jessica with more force and hold her head down.

Feeling yourself about to cum, you can see that so is Paul.

Leaning over Jessica, you try and shove her deeper, “You fucking bene gesserit whore, this is punishment for what you’ve done.”

Not a moment sooner, you and Paul’s cum fill her. Her as is filled with your warmth as her son’s comes shooting out her nose and down her throat.

Yanking her off his cock, you look at them, “Look at that, I can see the resemblance.”

XXX

While all that was fun, it has to end at some point, and well, it’s best to go out with a bang.

So here you are, overlooking the majestic desert planet, with your cock buried in the Atreides heir and his mother’s tongue licking your arsehole.

“This. Hn. Is great. Haah. Isn’t it, Paul?” You groan.

Paul is laid out on his back, his arms and legs tied, from his ripped clothing, to the ship's walls as his head hangs a little out of the ship. Jessica too, is tied down as she is, thanks to said ripped cloth, forced to rim you.

“AAAAHHH!” Paul wails out to the desert.

You did give his gag some minor adjustment, just enough to hear his wailing, but not speak.

He continues his wailing as you push his legs up to either side of his head.

“Some years back, I found out about this position. It’s called a mating press.” You give him a cheshire grin. “Are you gonna give me some sons, Atreides?”

Your chuckling and his screaming ring out as the slapping of skin follows soon.

“Ahhh. Hah. Haah,” Paul’s cries turn into moans as you hit him just right.

“Do you hear that, Jessica? Your boy’s enjoying it, if you don’t hurry and make me cum, I might just break him.”

You slam down into him, his ass tightening around your cock.

“You’re. Ahh. Tighter than your mother.”

Slamming into him, his moans filling your ears, and his bene gesserit mother’s tongue up your ass, your vision goes white as you bury yourself into Paul Atreides’ ass and cum.

You collapse atop him, catching your breath, feeling his cum on your stomach.

“Well,” You say breathless, getting up. “This was fun.”

You put your foot on Paul, cut his binds, and push him out the ship.

“Paul!” His mother weakly cries out.

“Nope, none of that.” You reapply her gag, and pulling her towards the ships opening, push her out too.

“Welp, the job’s done.” And you fly the ship back to base.

#Dune x Male Reader #paul atreides x male reader #Lady Jessica x Male Reader #Male Reader Smut #dark male reader smut

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lowtaperfeyd · 1 month

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Jessica and atreides!reader angst? (Mother and daughter angst then yn slowly turns into evil which jessica slowly realise the pattern was repeating)

Metamorphosis

Lady Jessica x Daughter!reader

(Not beta read, we die like Feyd-Rautha)

author's note: If you guys can't tell I really like writing angst. This is also the longest thing I've written so far :). Also trying a new formatting type.

warnings: mentions of death, mommy issues, mentions of blood, mentions of Paul after drinking the water of life

wc: 1145

Lady Jessica did her job halfway right. To ensure she completed her Bene Gesserit mission, gave birth to twins. A boy named Paul and a girl named (Y/N). While the loophole was clever, the Bene Gesserit could not use the daughter she had given birth to. They said she had tainted her womb while bearing a son.

Her father, the Duke Leto Atreides, was the only one who actually taught her important things. When she was little she would sit in a stool pulled up near her fathers desk and watch him go through paperwork and meeting notes. While he trained his son to become duke, he trained his daughter what to do in case something happened to Paul. He didn’t brush her off.

Lady Jessica focused most of her time on Paul. His training, his skills, and his talent. While (Y/N) was taught how to use the Bene Gesserit ways by other members and not her mother. While those tutors did their job well, and she was learning quite a lot, (Y/N) found that her brother, a male, was progressing much faster than her. She was proud of her brother. It wasn’t her brother’s fault, it was her mother’s.

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A younger (Y/N) and Paul sat on the damp grass on Caladan on a breezy afternoon. They watched the sun lower into the sky and begin to graze where the horizon met the sea. (Y/N) took small daisies from the ground and started to make a flower crown out of them.

“You know Paul, if you continue to improve at this rate I wouldn’t be surprised if you were better than our mother.” (Y/N) praised as she continued to pick and tie other flowers together.

“No, no, no,” her brother replied modestly, “what she is teaching me is all of what she knows. Sooner or later I’ll plateau.”

“You never know,” (Y/N) chuckled, cheekily, “Maybe one day she’ll go to you for advice.”

When (Y/N) finished the thin crown, she placed it onto Paul's head.

“There,” she said, “I now dubbed thy, Duke Paul Atreides of Caladan. Who will be an excellent and fair ruler.”

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The only thing that (Y/N) had against Paul, was that her ability to use the voice was much better than his. Paul sounded like a dying horse and (Y/N) could command hundreds of people with her voice. (Y/N) found incredible joy from this. But this fact scared Lady Jessica.

Lady Jessica was afraid of the power her daughter held. She knew of her hatred against her brother who took most of the time spent learning. Of course this all wouldn’t matter when the Duke died and they lived in the desert with the Fremen. Until Paul had a war forged in his name and (Y/N) had nothing but her brain.

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(Y/N) was standing in front of the giant pool of water, watching her reflection rippled and ebbed. As she stood there, she imagined a war that was fought in her name instead of Paul’s. Tons of water, from people who died while waiting for the ‘Lisan Al-Giab’ If this was my war, no one would die. She thought. After a couple of minutes a Fremen woman came by and poured the water of another warrior. If my mother and her witches hadn’t meddled, we wouldn’t have this mess. She stood there for hours, hours past when the sun went down, pondering her existence and her brother’s willingness to say he was the messiah.

“Are you going to keep looking at your reflection or are you coming to bed?” She heard her mother say.

“Does it matter if I stay up late? I’ve nothing to do on Arrakis.” (Y/N) responded, sounding completely uninterested in talking to her mother.

“It does matter, you need sleep in order to thrive.” Lady Jessica declared.

“Don’t try acting like you care now,” her daughter bit back, coldly, “don’t try acting like a caring mother. Go spread more rumors about Paul.” she sighed out.

“They aren’t rumors, (Y/N),” She retorted, “It’s what he’s going to do. You and everyone else here realizes who he is and his potential. You need to help Paul.”

(Y/N) bundled her hands into fists at her sides. Her knuckles popped at how hard she was squeezing them. Your son has changed far beyond what was expected. she thought, you barely recognize him anymore.

“Would me dying for your cause be sufficient?” (Y/N) uttered under her breath as she continued to look at her reflection, “Should I stand out there and be a martyr? The loving sister of the Kwisatz Haderach…”

Lady Jessica breathed in sharply and said nothing in return. She took her hands and put them over her stomach where her other child was.

(Y/N) turned around to look at her mother, “You agree don’t you?’ she assumed.

Still, the Lady said nothing and just looked at her daughter. She met her daughter's eyes. The blue within blue encased her small pupils and her skin looking paler and deeper set than when they had left Arrakis.

“Why aren’t you speaking?” Her daughter whispered, “Tell me what you think!”

“I think you as a martyr would do as much damage as if you were alive,” She voiced, “your death would be mourned. But, it would not change anything.”

The sudden use of the voice surprised and startled Lady Jessica, “You imbecile, you using the Voice on your own mother.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when Paul used it on your old reverend mother,” (Y/N) stated, “Paul and I did the same thing, use the Voice on a reverend mother.”

“You used it on your mother. Paul seized the moment so he could speak.”

“You were never a mother.” (Y/N) asserted, “you were a housemate, an incubator

at best.”

This stunned the reverend mother. She had never heard her daughter speak so unrighteously and sternly. It was almost like she had never really known her. The (Y/N) she knew, the sweet girl who collected wildflowers that had grown on the cliff sides, had died when they landed on Arrakis and was replaced by someone cold and quiet.

“I’ll help my brother.” (Y/N) expressed as she moved closer to her mother, “I’ll do as he says. No matter how much you go against it. It doesn’t matter if he asks me to burn temples or castles, or even destroy planets. As long as I don’t have to follow you.”

As she concluded her announcement, she turned to hastily walk out of the dark, humid cavern.

Leaving Lady Jessica on her own; to see what had become of her daughter who would burn down the world if given the chance and her son who slipped unnecessary blood in the name of war.

#dune #dune pt 2 #dune x reader #jessica atreides #lady jessica x reader #house atreides #lady jessica #daughter!reader

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 18 hours

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Jessica loving how good you are for her son and how much you love him but isolating you from him for the 'greater good'

#x male reader #dune #dune x you #dune x male reader #dune x reader #paul atredies x you #paul atredies x male reader #paul atredies x reader #paul muad'dib #paul atreides

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animesmolbean · 21 days

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Guardian of Light

(Male)

〰️

Chapter 3: The Test

〰️

Paul and (Your Name) were sleeping, this time, in the same bed instead of (Your Name) staying in his room. The boy was cuddled up to Paul's chest, his head in the crook of his neck, and his arms wrapped around him tightly.

As they slept, Jessica came into the room. She saw the two boys holding each other close. She tilted her head to the side. Then, she remembered why she was here.

Meanwhile, Paul was dreaming again. (Your Name)’s face came into view with the other girl standing beside him. “Paul…” His best friend whispered inside his dream.

Jessica was shaking Paul awake. “Paul, wake up and get (Your Name) up as well.”

He opened his eyes, still drowsy from sleep, and looked down at the boy in his arms. He smiled tiredly at his peaceful state; sleeping like there was nothing wrong. Like there was nothing to worry about. He was always like that.

He wondered how he got so lucky.

Paul turned his attention to his mother, seeing her put clothes out for the pair and place them on a desk. “What's wrong?” He muttered.

“Get dressed and come with me.”

Jessica walked out of the room, leaving Paul confused. He looked down at the still sleeping (Your Name). He played with a strand of his (straight/curly/wavy) (hair color) before tucking it behind his ear. His fingertips caressed his cheek, “Hey…. love… wake up.” He spoke softly to him.

The boy groaned in his sleep, feeling fingertips caressing his cheek. When he heard Paul's voice, he felt a faint blush blossom onto his cheeks as he slowly opened his eyes.

Paul smiled softly when he opened his eyes, revealing the sapphire blue hues that fill him up with joy.

“What's wrong?” The sleepy boy asked Paul in a soft morning voice.

The boy bit his bottom lip a bit, trying not to show how her morning voice affects him. He replied, “Mom wants us to get up. Come on.”

(Your Name) pouted, wanting to sleep more but begrudgingly got up, took the clothes Jessica laid out and changed in the room, unaware of Paul's wandering look at his body.

〰️

Paul and (Your Name) were walking hand in hand towards where Jessica was waiting, quietly making their way through the barely lit hallway.

Jessica spotted the pair, and moved a little away from the doctor that stood there. (Your Name) recognized him. The teenagers followed the older woman.

“What is this? What's going on?” (Your Name) asked in a whisper.

“The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam is here. She was my teacher at the Bene Gesserit school. She's now the Truthsayer to the Emperor himself.” Jessica explained, looking at the confused pair. “She would like to meet you two.”

The pair exchanged a look. “Why?” Paul asked.

Jessica looked down, very hesitant to tell the pair the answer. After a few seconds, she did. “She wants to know about your dreams and wants to know about (Your Name)’s dreams and feelings.”

(Your Name) looked bewildered by this. ‘How does she know about my dreams? How does Jessica know about them? Could she tell I was lying? And what does she mean that the Reverend Mother wants to know about my feelings?’ He thought to herself.

Paul gave a protective glance at (Your Name), then looked back to his mom appalled, “How does she know about my dreams? And since when did my best friend start having dreams? Why does she want to know about his feelings?” Paul asked, his tone getting more aggressive as he continued; he was very offended.

Jessica didn't answer, and she only looked back and forth between the teenagers, “And why is Dr. Yueh here?” Paul added, his tone more quiet this time.

“He only needs a moment.” Jessica answered before turning and walking away from the confused pair.

“Hello, young masters.” Dr. Yueh greeted them, walking forward and looking at Paul. “Your mother asked me to check both your vitals.”

Dr. Yueh placed his thumb on Paul's temple, then placed his hand against the side of his face. “What's happening?” Paul whispered.

The doctor placed his other hand on (Your Name)’s face, doing the same to him. He stood there, still completely baffled about what was happening.

“Bene Gesserit claims to serve the greater good. But with all due respect to your mother, they also serve their own agenda.” Dr. Yeah replied to Paul in a mutter, speaking in Mandarin.

“What are you saying?” (Your Name) questioned, an eyebrow raised, speaking back in Mandarin.

“Go carefully.” The doctor whispered to the pair, then let go of their faces.

“Their hearts are strong as ever, my lady.” Dr. Yueh called out to Jessica in English.

Jessica nodded her head, then sighed with her fingers, “Tell no one of this.”

The doctor nodded, understanding.

〰️

The pair followed Jessica to a room, and the (hair color) haired boy had a bad feeling in his heart as they got closer.

“Paul…” Jessica turned to her son, patting his shoulder, “Remember your training.” She signed to him. The boy nodded. (Your Name) sensed that Paul was nervous, so he stroked the curly boy's hair to soothe him. The action worked, and Paul loosened up a little. “Thank you.” He whispered to his friend. (Your Name) hummed while nodding.

Jessica put up her hood, walked towards the door of the room, and opened it, walking inside with her head down. Paul and (Your name) followed close behind.

(Your Name) observed the room, seeing a figure sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He couldn't see her face because it was covered in a veil.

“Who are you?” A strong, distorted voice echoed throughout the room.

The friends shared a look, not sure what to do.

“Defiance in the eyes. Just like his father.” The Reverend Mother observed Paul, “Leave us and take his friend with you.”

Jessica turned to Paul, “You must do everything the Mother Helen Mohiam tells you.” She whispered quickly, then walked away, placing a hand on (Your Name)’s back, guiding him outside the room before closing the door.

(Your Name) looked at Jessica. “What's going on? Why is he in there alone? Why couldn't I stay there?” He asked in a whisper.

Jessica looked at the young boy. “She's going to test his powers. The ones I've been training him to use. The Bene Gesserit.” She whispered back. “But…what about me? What does she want with me?” Jessica was quiet for a moment before she spoke, “She's testing you too but for something else.” She turned her back to the door of the room, her hands clenched by her abdomen.

Before (Your Name) could ask any further questions, he suddenly felt slight pain in his chest. He made a soft noise, trying to muffle himself, thinking it was just a sudden pain that'll disappear in a second. But then, the pain gradually intensified, and it hit a peak when he heard Paul loudly groan from inside the room.

The pain in his chest felt unbearable now, and he fell onto his knees, clutching his chest. It felt like his heart was being squeezed. He groaned in pain, feeling tears prick his eyes as Paul let out another loud groan of pain.

“I must not fear… I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.”

He heard Jessica speak to herself softly as she shuddered and exhaled shakily.

“Fear is the little death that brings obliteration. And I'll face my fear and I'll permit it to pass over me and through me.”

Suddenly, the pain in (Your Name)’s started to lessen slowly. He trembled as he looked at Jessica.

“And when it has gone past… I will turn the inner eye and see its path.” Jessica let out a shaky gasp. “And where the fear has gone there will be nothing.”

(Your Name) could still feel the pain in his heart, but it was weak. Whatever was happening in that room, it made him feel many things besides pain.

“Only I will remain.” Jessica finished her monologue. She was still now, no longer shuddering and gasping for air.

Then, the pain in (Your Name)’s chest abruptly disappeared, and he let out a loud gasp of air. He started to pant softly, still holding his chest.

Jessica saw this and kneeled down to the boy. “It's okay. It's okay now.” She whispered in reassurance, hugging the boy and pressing a kiss onto the top of his head.

(Your Name) calmed down, holding onto Jessica's arms and looking up at her. “What was happening to me?” He asked in a whisper.

Jessica helped (Your Name) stand as he was still a little shaken up.

“You felt it. Paul's pain.” Jessica replied in a whisper.

“What?”

Before any further explanation, the Reverend Mother called for Jessica. The older woman placed a hand on the boy's back and guided him to the door. She opened in and walked in with (Your Name) beside her.

The moment (Your Name) saw Paul, standing away from the Reverend Mother, he ran over to him. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, his breathing heavy and shaky. Paul immediately returned the hug, feeling him tremble in his arms.

“You're okay. You're okay.” He whispered, clutching the back of Paul's shirt. Paul was confused as to why his best friend was acting so panicked, but he rubbed his back soothingly with one hand and the other, stroking his hair comfortingly.

“You've been training him in the way,” The Reverend Mother Helen Mohiam paused, and directed her attention back to Paul, who was looking at her now, still holding (Your Name). “Tell me about these dreams.”

“I had one tonight.” Paul answered softly.

“What did you see?”

“(Your Name) and a girl on Arrakis.” Paul replied in a raspy tone. Said boy's head tilted up and to the side, confusion shown on his face.

“Have you dreamt of them before?”

Paul swallowed nervously, not wanting to answer since (Your Name) was here. “Many times.” He said in an exhale.

(Your Name) felt heat on his cheeks as he blushed. ‘He's dreamed about me before? Many times? How many dreams did he have about me? For how long?’ The boy wondered in his mind.

“Do you often dream things that happen just as you dreamt them?” Mother Helen Mohiam asked.

“Not exactly.” Paul replied.

Mother Helen Mohiam then turned her attention to (Your Name), who was still hugging Paul, then to Jessica.

“Jessica. How was the boy during the test?”

Paul turned his attention to his mother.

“He felt it. He felt the pain Paul felt.” Jessica replied softly.

Paul's eyes widened. ‘Was that why he was so panicked earlier? How can he feel my pain, too?’ He thought to himself.

The Reverend Mother turned her head back to (Your Name), who was now looking at her.

“Come over.” The Mother told him.

(Your Name) slowly slipped out of Paul's arms and walked forward a few steps towards The Reverend Mother.

“Is it true? You felt the pain?” She asked.

“Yes.” (Your Name) rasped out.

“How did it feel?”

“Mild at first, then… it became unbearable... then it lessened before abruptly stopping.” (Your Name) explained.

Mother Helen Mohiam seemed to grow a bit tense. But she continued with the questions. “Tell me about your dreams.”

“I had one a night ago.” (Your Name) answered.

“About what?”

“I was flying… or gliding… over a desert area. I think it was Arrakis.” He paused, exhaling before continuing, “Then… I was falling backward. The scenery changed into darkness. Not pitch black darkness. It was more… dark blue. But… I wasn't scared. I felt… entranced.”

Paul was intrigued by (Your Name) explaining his dreams. He never knew he was dreaming, too. He watered it down by saying he was having thoughts.

“Are all your dreams like this?” Mother Helen Mohiam asked the boy.

He shook her head. “No. Most of them have two figures in them.”

“Describe them to me.”

“Two boys. Around the same age as me. One was tall and muscular with silver hair and turquoise eyes. The other was shorter, with spiky brown hair… and blue eyes. Like the colors of sapphires… or cobalt.”

The Reverend Mother didn't show much emotion but the description of the two boys in (Your Name)’s dreams confirmed many things.

“Were there others in these dreams about the two boys?”

(Your Name) nodded. “Sometimes. Seven others, actually. They were all fighting … demon-like creatures.”

This was all the confirmation the Reverend Mother needed, but (Your Name) added something.

“But… sometimes…. I dream about Paul.”

Paul, upon hearing this, felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. ‘He dreams of me too?’

“You dream about him too?” The Reverend Mother asked.

“Yes.” (Your Name) whispered.

Mother Helen Mohiam stood up from the chair, collecting the box she used to test Paul. “Goodbye, young humans. I hope you live.” Then the woman walked out of the room. Jessica followed after her, leaving (Your Name) and Paul alone in the room.

Once the door closed, the two looked at each other. Paul's eyes were watery and looked stiff again. (Your Name) approached him slowly before reaching his hands out to his face, cupping his cheeks. Paul sniffled a little, making the boy frown.

“No. Hey, it's alright. I'm okay now.” He cooed, caressing Paul's cheeks with her thumbs.

“You felt my pain. You felt everything.” Paul whispered shakily.

(Your Name) didn't know how to respond to that.

“I don't want you to hurt. I don't want you to get hurt because of me, or anyone else. I can't let anything happen to you. I can't lose you.”

The blue-eyed boy frowned at his words. “You won't lose me, Paul. I'm not going anywhere.” He whispered encouragingly.

Paul looked at his best friend, cupping his face as well. He looked sad, but his eyes showed tenderness and warmth as he reassured him sweetly. He pressed his forehead against (Your Name)'s . Their position changed into an embrace as they hugged each other tightly.

〰️

Jessica and Mother Helen Mohiam were walking outside back to the ship Mother Helen came from. The nighttime sky was dark and foggy, making it difficult to see.

“Did you have to go that far?” Jessica asked. She did not enjoy what happened to Paul and (Your Name).

“You chose to train him in the way in defiance of the rule.” Mother snapped back. “He wields our power. He had to be tested to the limits. So much potential wasted in a male. You were told to only bear daughters, but you and pride thought you could produce the Kwisatz Haderach.”

The Reverend Mother continued. “As for that other boy, he wields too much power, more power than that boy. Mostly driven by the people he loves most. Notably that boy.”

“Was I wrong?” Jessica questioned in a soft tone.

Mother Helen Mohiam turned to look at Jessica. “You're lucky he didn't die in that room. The other boy I wasn't too worried because it'll take more than that to kill him.” She inhaled before exhaling softly. “If he is The One and thay other boy is who I think he is… the Haris Aldaw’... they both have a long way to go. The other boy especially. His power has only just awakened, but it's not even the beginning of it. He wields a power not of any of the worlds we know. Perhaps even of a different universe. But our plans are measured in centuries. We have other prospects if they fail their promise.” She turned to walk away.

“Do you see so little hope?” Jessica asked, defending the two teens.

“On Arrakis, we have done all we can for you. The oath has been laid. Let's hope the children don't squander it.” Mother Helen Mohiam concluded, walking up the ramp of the ship.

Jessica watched the ship leave and turned, walking away. She spotted a distant figure in the thick fog.

“Paul…”

“What does it mean? That I could be The One and (Your Name) could be the Haris Aldaw’?” Paul questioned.

“You heard?” His mother whispered with remorse heavy in her tone. She replied, “The Bene Gesserit serve as a powerful partner to the Great Houses, but there's more to it.”

“You stir the politics on the Imperium from the shadows. I know.” Paul whispered through the distance between them, his figure barely visible in the thick fog.

“You don't know everything. For thousands of years, we've been carefully crossing bloodlines to bring forth-”

“The One?” Paul interrupted her. “And the Haris Aldaw’?”

“A mind… two minds powerful enough to bridge space and time, past and future. Who can help us into a better future. We think they're very close now. Some believe they are here.” Jessica explained, trying not to worry her son.

But Paul just scoffed. “All part of the plan.” Paul felt betrayed by the news, smiling tightly. Though his expression quickly turned angry, “You promised me that he wouldn't get involved.” He hissed the words.

Jessica knew who she was talking about. (Your Name). The woman shook her head. “I have tried Paul, but he's more important than you could ever understand. His power is a rarity of our worlds, not everyone-”

Paul interrupted her again. “I love him so much, Mom.” He breathed out the confession, tears welling up in his eyes. “It’s you who doesn't understand. I can't bear the thought of him getting hurt because of all of this. Or worse.”

Jessica stood there, conflicted, not truly understanding how much Paul loved (Your Name) and how he would do and go through for him. The boy would go as far as to die for him. He would do anything for him in less than a heartbeat. No questions asked.

“I'm so sorr-'' She started apologizing to her son, but Paul wasn't having any of it. He shook his head, holding his hand up, but he walked away, not sparing his mother a single glance.

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railingsofsorrow · 10 months

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RAILINGSOFSORROW'S FIC RECS (0.2)

2nd part of the recommendation list from my fav fics! (i had to split in two because tumblr was being a nightmare) have it in mind that they can either be on tumblr or ao3.

the (+) means it has a smut masterlists: [0.1] [0.2]

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━━ OBX

↬ little village by @thegreatestofheck (jj x routhledge!oc)

best thing that's ever happened to me.

↬ whipped by @ptersparkers (jj x reader)

↬ wake by @obxsummer (jj x reader)

↬ aftermath by @maybaenk (jj x reader)

↬ once a cheater... by @sl-ut (s.cameron x fem!kook!reader; t.thornton x platonic!reader)

↬ lucky by @↑ (k.carrera x f!reader)

↬ two of the same by @jjmaybud (k.carrera x f!reader)

i, too, want to get married with kiara carrera.

↬ skin by @↑ (p.heyward x reader)

↬ kie loves you... but you're not hers by @infictionalwonderland (k.carrera x f!reader; jj x f!reader)

↬ angels like you by @cryonme (p.heyward x reader)

↬ the 7 times he realises he loves you by @fandomtravels (I can't tag this acc :/ it's glitching) (r.cameron x reader)

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━━ MCU

↬ one heart by @ichorai (tasm!single parent!p.parker x single parent! x reader) (major angst!)

ok so I stumbled upon this while I was in class and I was bored so I thought let's give it a go until I get to go home. terrible idea because I was holding my cries, can you believe it? this fic stole my heart and it's so well-written, I don't think there's anything like it, it talks about loss and grieving in the most realistic way possible, I almost felt inserted into the story. plz go read it it will be so worth it.

↬ on thin ice by @leahsficemporium (peter parker x reader)

learning how to skate with peter <3

↬ like slow-slipping redemption by artist_artists (ao3) (tasm!p.parker × male mj)

I don't understand how this one doesn't have more recognition. I was craving for a bi!peter fic and I found it's the best piece of work I've read, it played with my emotions and left me of the edge of my seat. it's set on a post-no way home universe and it features tasm!peter x male mj. it's a happy ending!!! plus it's not long, only 3 chapters.

↬ getting old by @kiss-inthekitchen (husband!tasm!p.parker x reader)

↬ peter parker can't flirt by @curseofaphrodite (tasm!p.parker x marauder!reader)

it's a crossover btw marauders era + the amazing spiderman universe.

彡

━━ TVD/T.O

↬ apotheosis by atriums (klaus mikaelson x reader)

it's finished and it has a sequel called alkaline.

↬ familia supra omnia by IAMiniquity (poly!mikaelsons x oc) (currently being updated)

the best thing I've read in the originals universe, spent less than month reading it and I keep craving for more.

↬ treading on thin ice by @fitzs-trained-monkey (kol mikaelson x reader)

they write the best kol fics istg.

↬ wasteland, baby! by trustsalvatore (kol mikaelson x oc)

incomplete since 2020 :(((

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↬ coming home by @acourtofwhatthefuck (azriel x reader) (series)

━━ MISC

↬ troublemaker by @itsapeterthing (druig x avenger!reader)

I will tell you one thing: I wasn't into a court of thorns and roses until I stumbled upon this one. yk when the writing grips you and chains you in a way that you can't leave? that's what happened to me. I was so addicted I read this whole series in three days at most. then I proceeded to read all of their work, you should do the same, you won't regret it it's so good.

↬ resident healer by @15-dogs (newt scamander x reader)

↬ no one knows by @pillow-titties (billy russo x reader) +

↬ no one knows p.2 by @↑ +

↬ by your side by @alaynes-writings (paul atreides x reader)

↬ stormy nights by @marvelmusing (aleksander mozorova x reader)

#obx fic recs #outer banks fic recs #peter parker fic recs #tasm!peter fic #tvd fic recs #the originals fic recs #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #kol mikaelson fanfiction #acotar fic recs #newt scamander fic rec #billy russo fic rec #paul atreides fic rec #aleksander mozorova fic rec

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