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Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry gifs: feyd / black and white @lia-atreides | paul & feyd : @/junkfoodcinemas | paul / black and white- ? If anyone knows, please let me know so I can give credit :) Summary: As Feyd and Paul have grown accustomed to the luxuries of being Emperors. Their Empress, Y/n, tries to keep both of her husband's tempers in check, whilst preventing them from killing one another. But that has proven to be a lot easier said than done. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping, praise kink, slight!rough sex, slight!rough oral sex (f receiving), public sex, soft sex, soft!oral sex (from Paul) breeding kink Word Count: 2,9k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx Remember, if you want to be tagged in any of my works, please comment on my pinned post so I can easily find your comments easily.

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Y/n sat in the council chambers with council members to discuss important matters. Y/n felt her head beginning to ache, listening to all the problems that needed attention from the Emperors and Empress. Feyd and Paul were in Arrakis monitoring spice. Y/n was just praying that the two of them were behaving themselves. She constantly had to keep their tempers in check, mostly Feyd and prevent them from raising a blade to each other’s necks. Like his father, Paul continues to be the more level-headed Emperor, but he is slowly becoming like his cousin. After all, Paul is Harkonnen, too, and both are always trying to one-up the other. But despite their child-like tantrums at times, Y/n loved her husbands dearly; being the ever-devoted and loyal wife, Y/n always ensured her husband’s needs were always tended to, and she could never turn them away. Thinking about her husbands, Y/n’s eyes closed, the ache between her legs growing. Rubbing her thighs together under the table, she turned her attention to the menants. The council dragged on, and Y/n’s boredom increased as Gurney announced the council was dismissed. Y/n hurriedly left the room and made her way to her chambers. Collapsing on the large bed, Y/n felt the cool silk sheets caress her heated skin.

Trailing her hand down her dress and spreading her legs, Y/n rolled onto her stomach, grasping a pillow and positioning it between her parted legs. Rolling her hips, a small moan left her mouth, her mind drifting to Feyd and Paul. She hated it when they were away; she missed their touch, their voice, feeling their lips on her skin. Her craving for them grew insatiable, and so did her sexual appetite for both men. Y/n gasped, her swollen pearl rubbing against the hard cushion, a broken cry muffled in the bed. Riding the pillow, her arousal seeping through her undergarments onto the silk. “Feyd”, Y/n whispered as she rolled onto her back, arching over the bed, her hand cupping her breast, moaning loudly “Paul” imagining they were both there with her. Her hips rolled faster, strings of moans leaving her open mouth.

“It seems our sweet girl is feeling neglected” Feyd’s raspy voice broke Y/n’s movements. Her eyes opened, seeing Feyd and Paul standing at the foot of the bed. Both with smirks on their faces. “We simply can’t have that; our Empress deserves our attention just as much she gives us hers”, Paul agreed, walking over to his and Feyd’s desk. Feyd crawled onto the bed, kissing Y/n’s neck; his hand gripping the pillow between her legs. His lips brushed her ear. “You close, princess, hmm? I can see how wet you are” He groaned, his hand grinding the pillow harder onto her clothed pussy, a whine leaving her lips. Feyd kissed her, swallowing her sound, his tongue swiping her bottom lip Y/n felt Paul’s hands rub her thighs and hips. Y/n reached out to touch Paul, sensing her desperation. Paul moved towards her, kissing her palm and lifting her arm. Feyd pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as Paul kissed Y/n softly. “I’ve missed you both”, Y/n softly cried while Feyd and Paul lavished her with attention.

It was a year since Feyd, and Paul’s coronation, and a grand celebration was held as tradition. All the Great Houses gathered, bestowing gifts and good health to the Emperors Y/n smiled, watching Feyd and Paul for once wrapping their arms around one another with smiles. Seeing them happy in each other’s presence was a rarity, but they forgot all the bad blood between themselves and their families in such an event. They were untied, cousins, rulers. Y/n sipped her wine while speaking to Jessica and Irulan; feeling eyes on her, she turned her head to Feyd and Paul, motioning her over. Y/n gracefully made her way up the steps to stand between them. Paul raised his hand as the people began to quiet their attention on their Emperors and Empress.

“It is a joyous day upon us; today marks a year since my cousin Feyd-Rautha and I were honoured by our wife, Empress Y/n, to be chosen as Emperors of the Imperium. We are eternally grateful for your continued support of House Atreides and House Harkonnen. Together, the three of us will ensure the well-being of our people and those who come to us for guidance. For protection and peace. My father believed that ruling matters could be done with the heart. I always believed that more so now than ever. “ He looked at Y/n and, holding her hand and looking back at the crowd, “We are House Atreides! There is no call, and we do not answer. There is no faith we betray. ” Paul raised his glass. Everyone clapped and cheered at Paul’s words.

Feyd grinned at his younger cousin, nodding in approval Y/n leant over to Feyd, “Are you not going to speak Feyd?” The Harkonnen smirked, shaking his head. “No, I wanted Paul to speak; he’s been practising his speech for weeks. He has the makings of a great Emperor, maybe more so than I,” He whispered in her ear Y/n took in a breath and giggled at his words. “What a lovely thing to say, but you both have the makings of great Emperors. You are very different, but your ambitions and leadership aspirations are the same. You balance one another, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Both of you” She kissed Feyd’s cheek; he looked down through his lashes, his breathing rising and falling heavily. Y/n wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “And I am the one who gets to reap the rewards”, she whispered in his ear. Feyd closed his eyes, chuckling lightly, before opening them to look at his wife. His blue eyes darkened with lust. He pulled Y/n away while Paul was busy speaking to Gurney. Feyd pushed Y/n against the wall in the hallway, his hands picking the ends of her dress and his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. Both moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Feeling his hands touch her bare skin, Feyd’s lips trailed down her neck, his teeth biting her shoulder lightly. “Feyd, please”, Y/n begged the Harkonnen, her fingers gripping his black tunic. Feyd pulled back, his blue eyes dancing over her flushed face; he smiled, leaning forward, his nose brushing hers. “My wife sounds so pretty when she begs,” he murmured, pecking her lips; his hand slapped her thigh lightly, his signal for her to part her legs. Feyd fell to his knees, placing her legs over his shoulders.

Y/n helped Feyd raise her dress to her thighs. Feyd noticed she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Feyd gave her a mischievous look. “Must you always be such a needy temptress and go without wearing anything under your dresses?” He smirked, biting her inner thigh Y/n moaned, her head lulling back, hitting the marble wall. “I find it easier to go without, only because I have two husbands who have sexual appetites that I must attend to” She gasped, her body arching off the wall, feeling the point of Feyd’s tongue lap between her wet folds a loud moan leaving her open mouth. Feyd’s hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

Lapping between her legs like a starved man, a mix of teeth and tongue made her body shudder. “Feyd oh”, The Harkonnen growled into her pussy, his movements increasing rapidly, Y/n’s hips rolling against his face feeling her climax approaching. The mixed sounds of Y/n’s moans and Feyd’s grunts echoed in the hallway; no one was in sight, all too occupied with the celebrations inside the grand hall. Not that anyone would dare interrupt or intrude on the Emperor and Empress during their personal celebration. Feyd pulled away from Y/n’s legs, standing on his feet and pulling her in for a rough kiss, his hands moving his pants down, wrapping Y/n’s legs around his waist. Licking his lips, he breathed heavily before entering his hard cock in one thrust. Y/n let out a broken sob at the feeling; she loved the feeling of Feyd stretching her open. His thick cock hitting all her sweet spots perfectly. His fierce grunts and the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the marble walls sounded obscene. “Such a good little wife, letting me fuck you where anyone can see us. What did I do to deserve you?” He breathed his breath, hitting her cheek, both panting heavily.

“This time, I’m determined to fuck a child in you. You would be so beautiful, such a wonderful mother. Would you like that? Do you want me to fuck a child into you? Perhaps Paul and I should chain you to our bed so we can have you bedridden until you are with child,” He purred, his tongue lapping at her throat Y/n’s walls clenched around his cock Feyd laughed. “Please, Feyd, I want a child.” Y/n looked into his eyes, and the lust overcame with love and gentleness. Feyd gave her a beautiful smile and kissed her, his hips slamming into hers. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me take care of you. I love my wife. Love how well she takes me, love how she falls apart when she is fucked out on my cock ”, he praised, his hand pressed to the wall beside her head, his thrusts turning rougher, chasing both his and Y/n’s releases. Y/n’s heart racing from Feyd’s words and the pace of his thrusts overwhelming her senses.

Clinging to each other tightly, both of them let out a loud moan in unison, their bodies stuttering from the aftershocks of pleasure. Kissing Feyd’s lips softly, Y/n smiled, her body limp in his hold. Feyd pressed his body to hers, keeping her upright and preventing her from falling.

Pulling apart for air, the lovers stared into each other’s eyes. “It seems I missed out on the festivities”, Paul leant on the pillar with a smirk, eyeing his wife and cousin. Y/n and Feyd smiled sheepishly. Paul raised a brow. “I don’t suppose I am wrong to assume you still have enough for another round. Maybe you would like to include me this time?” He asked with a slight pout. Feyd grinned, his eyes drifting back to Y/n. “Of course, cousin.” The Harkonnen placed Y/n on her feet before holding her steady “She’s a little weak in the knees, I apologise”, Feyd chuckled as Paul playfully shoved Feyd the Harkonnen, pecking Y/n’s lips, lightly returning to the celebrations.

Entering their shared chambers, Paul closed the doors behind them, picking up Y/n in his arms and kissing her passionately. Paul laid her down on the bed, removing her dress in haste. Paul unbuttoned his tunic and threw it away onto the floor, covering Y/n’s body with his, feeling her fingers trail up his torso to his throat up into his hair. Paul smiled, his lips ghosting over hers. “When I couldn’t find you nor Feyd, I knew you both were up to no good, so look what I found. Fucking in a hall,” He teased with a laugh Y/n bit her lip. “We couldn’t help ourselves, and you were too busy speaking to Gurney; we didn’t want to interrupt”, Paul hummed in response with a nod. “How thoughtful of you both”, he kissed her, both smiling into the kiss. “That’s fine; I get to have to myself now”, he murmured, his lips moving down her body, his lips licking and biting her breasts. Y/n’s fingers tangled in the roots of Paul’s raven hair, a moan leaving his mouth, his hands holding her hips. Descending Paul’s lips made their way between Y/n’s thighs, a soft gasp left her parted lips looking down, her eyes locked with Paul’s.

A smile forming on his lips, he licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit. Her head fell back on the pillow, and her body convulsed under the pleasure. Although she craved the roughness from Feyd and his toe-curling, body-spasming sex, she often found herself falling into Paul’s reserved nature. His gentle touch and his way of making love more so than just sex. The contrast between the two men was the perfect pairing and balance. Paul’s moans send little vibration pulses through her core, fluttering throughout Y/n’s body, making her body jolt. “Paul”, she whispered his name, her legs wrapping around his head, his hands cupping her thighs, his tongue flicking her pearl, making her cry out. Feeling the overstimulation working its way forward, Y/n wriggled under Paul’s hold, the young man growling into her pussy in warning.

His teeth grazed her clit, his mouth sucking eagerly, feeling her legs shake around his head. Y/n moaned loudly. Paul lapped her arousal greedily, relishing her taste. His eyes closed tightly, kissing her inner thighs Y/n breathed heavily, looking at her husband with hazy-lidded eyes. Paul undid his pants, crawled up her body and pumped his cock a few times, then slowly buried himself inside her wet entrance. His head fell forward, a groan leaving his plump lips, his body shaking at her walls clasping around his hard cock. “So tight and wet for me, my love. Look at you so beautiful,” Paul whispered as he moved his hips slowly, drawing out their pleasure. Y/n gazed into Paul’s blue eyes. Paul pressed his head to hers, marvelling at her beauty. A smile decorated his face. “I love you so much Y/n”, He breathed, kissing her lips gently, her heart fluttering at Paul’s words. The Atreides sensually thrust his hips, hitting her cervix deliciously, a soft whimper bubbling from her chest escaping her mouth.

Paul smiled, his wife wrapping her arm around his neck while the other intertwined her fingers with his. Paul gingerly kissed her cheek and jaw. “Paul, so good”, Y/n purred in his ear, kissing his neck. Paul groaned at the sensation. His body gave a harsh thrust, and Y/n whined underneath him. “You are doing so well for me; and you did so well for Feyd. Our precious Empress,” Paul praised her, his lips brushing hers, his tongue swiping her bottom lip Y/n gasped, her heart pounding, feeling her release wash over her like crashing waves. Paul moaned cumming inside her, coating her walls, both letting out a soft breath and giving each other a blissed smile.

Two months had passed since the Emperors’ celebrations, and Y/n walked down the hall from her recent medical visit. Looking for Feyd and Paul, a servant informed her they were in the gardens. Y/n quickened her pace, finding the gardens and seeing Feyd and Paul laughing as they played a game of chess. “Who taught you to play so well?” Feyd asked moving one of his knights Paul smirked “Duncan Idaho, I was never able to beat him in a match but I did come close a couple of times” He told his cousin Y/n approached her husbands both to involved in their game. Coming to a standstill, it was Feyd’s turn. He didn’t know what move to make; he had two options, but both resulted in losing to Paul.

The Atreides grinned as the Harkonnen mirrored his cousin’s facial expression. Y/n leant forward, making the final move for Feyd to win the game; both men looked in disbelief. Their eyes turned to the Empress, and she smirked. “You may have never bested Duncan Idaho Paul, but I did, many times” She winked, walking to the small waterfall, her fingers delicately delving into the water. The Emperors were impressed, and they turned their attention to their Empress. “How did the medical visit go? Is everything okay?” Paul asked Y/n, hummed a tune and nodded. “All is well; it is so well that I know why I have been feeling unwell. My loves, do you remember your coronation celebrations two months ago?” Feyd and Paul nodded in unison Y/n felt a smile appear on her face, placing each of her husband’s hands on her stomach.

“It seems our efforts did not go to waste, and I am with child” The Emperors’ eyes lit up with happiness, tears welling in their eyes. “Our little one, this is wonderful news, my sweet”, Paul expressed; he laughed through his smile before looking at Feyd. “Cousin, we are to be fathers. How splendid, yes?” Paul asked Feyd, who was silent; he was still processing the information and began to cry, “You are with child. My child. Ours,” He murmured Y/n nodded. “Yes, Feyd, our child. Yours, Paul’s, mine.” Feyd kissed her hand, a smile on his face.

“And they will be the most loved child in the whole of the known universe, no doubt. Our little star” He fell to his knees, kissing Y/n’s stomach. Paul cupped Y/n’s cheek and put a hand on Feyd’s back before the three hugged each other. Their heads pressed together “I love you both so much” Y/n whispered to her husbands.

“We love you too,” They replied, both of them kissing her cheeks.