#cw twincest

[dollya-robinprotector]

"You're doing too much! That's why you always exhaust yourself, tone it down and rest already-"

Me: Haha Touden Sandwich

[skythighs]

Goddess of Caladan: Home

Has anyone else been craving an unhinged codependent relationship? No? Just me, got it. Be prepared for Paul to slowly descend into madness all while his twin enables his behavior like there's no tomorrow. I'll be linking all pictures on my masterlist.

Warnings: CW Inc*st, sexual content 18+ please.

Word count: 3.3k

Part 1

My earliest memories are of my brother. I'll never forget the sound of his pitter patter feet running across the solid stone floors of our shared chambers. After our nanny thought we were asleep and tucked in for the night she would leave us for her own bed. Within seconds of the solid door latching closed he would make his way to me. We would lie chest to chest, nose to nose breathing each other's air until we fell asleep. For years when we were discovered in a tangle of limbs in the morning it was harmless and sweet. It was ‘just what twins do’. 

There was no harm in it, until there was. By age ten our mother Lady Jessica calmly spoke to us of the closeness between us. She was understanding of the bond we share but now we must separate for propriety's sake. It was not proper for us to share a bed anymore. We had already been put in separate chambers by now. Paul was male, and I was female. He could no longer cuddle with me, his sister throughout the night without certain whispers being spread by servants. 

We were ten when we agreed to never be caught in each other's bed again. Paul trained himself to rise before the sun, before the servants started their day, before they could spy on us and gossip. Or worse, report back to mother. As long as we weren't seen in each other's bed it meant we were no longer sharing a bed at all. It meant we were no longer ‘too close’.

In all actuality we were too close. Paul's heart beat to the same rhythm as my own. My very thoughts would pass his lips the instant it crossed my mind, despite our best efforts we were one. In our childhood our feelings were as innocent as we were. Pure of heart and intentions. However as our bodies changed so did our interactions. There was an odd tension between us by age fourteen. I experienced the first bitter taste of womanhood and Paul grew two feet overnight. 

He was the one that shook me awake informing me of the bloodied sheets beneath us. He didn't know where I was bleeding from just that I was and it frightened him. I reassured him it was normal, it meant that I was no longer a child. Somehow the odd feelings between us grew after that day and I felt the rhythm in his chest speed up whenever he stared at me for too long. 

“Claudia, you are blossoming beautifully into your features. Gone is the awkward little girl, all elbows and knees. In her place stands a young lady with a lovely figure and a lovelier face.” 

My mother praised me for my transformation while Paul became distant. He himself was no longer a lanky boy, he filled out with a bit of muscle from all the training over the years. Whenever I could spare the time I would watch him spar with Duncan, or Gurney. My mother trained me in the ways of the Bene Gesserit sisterhood extensively. Paul was also being instructed by her but being born male put him at a disadvantage. I tried helping him correct his pitch when he tried to use the voice but nothing I could do ever helped.  

No matter how distant he was during the daylight hours he still slept beside me at night. We were still a tangle of limbs chest to chest, nose to nose. His dreams were my dreams and I saw the girl on the desert planet as clear as he did. Her blue eyes were altered by the spice of Arrakis making her honey brown skin all the more beautiful. 

The news of the Emperor bestowing Arrakis to House Atreides was no shock to Paul or me. The Reverend mother Gaius Helen Mohiam arrived after that. She tested us separately and was pleased to know we weren't animals as she feared. Paul was the Atreides heir after all and him being an animal simply wouldn't do. He was also his mothers son, too much power was within him. Male children didn’t usually get trained in The Way. Me however I had no real role besides being married off to some other great house when the time came. At sixteen some thought I was old enough to be wed but not my father. 

Duke Leto refused to make me a child bride no matter how much the Imperium pushed for it. He defied the order that came to promise me to House Harkonnen. In fact he never spoke of it with anyone, but me. He promised he would never let them have me. His argument for my mother was about my age. He couldn’t tell her to her face that he would not help fulfill the Bene Gesserit order.

“Claudia is only sixteen years old. I will not force her into a marriage so young Jessica, you cannot change my mind.” 

Jessica knew when she had been bested and she knew better than to push him on this. She also knew when she was being deceived. Claudia was his angel for whom he would carve out a piece of the very sky if she asked it of him. He had no intention of marrying her off now or ever. 

It was a bit humid due to the rain, making sleep difficult to come by tonight. Paul was facing away from me shirtless and I found myself stroking his hair absentmindedly, occasionally dipping down his spine languidly. 

“I told Duncan about my dream. About seeing his death on Arrakis. He didn’t take me seriously.”

Hmm, I hum in response. I saw the dream with my own eyes. I felt his want, his guttural need to save Duncan. I felt it so strongly I wept in the morning. I continue stroking him as he turns to face me. He looks down at my cream colored nightgown which was left unbuttoned at the top. I knew what he was going to do before he acted upon it. His soft lips brushed against mine gently. He was waiting to see my reaction. Would I push him away? He couldn’t handle another rejection today after his talk with father about joining Duncan on Arrakis. 

I kiss him back slowly, the way he needs me to. I feel his warm tongue run against my lips hesitantly as I open for him. He deepens the kiss sinking down on top of me. He fit so perfectly against me. We were molded in each other's image afterall. The familiar quick rhythm returned to his chest, but this time my own heart matched its pace. Words weren’t needed between us. They haven’t been for a long time, we understood each other better than anyone else. 

The tension that had been brewing between us had finally reached its peak. We were experiencing a metamorphosis here and now on a dark rainy night. One of the last nights on our home planet before we moved across the galaxy to make Arrakis our new residence. 

“I need you Claud, let me have you. Please let me have you. Always.”

Brown eyes meet green, brown like the supple fertile soil that sustains the living trees that flourish on Caladan’s surface. Brown in a much different way than the rolling dunes of Arrakis. Where Arrakis was barren and life was a struggle. Her brown was a brown entirely familiar to him. Her amber eyes had been his constant companion since life sparked in the womb. They were brown even then in his consciousness; she was meant for him even then. 

‘I’ve always been yours’

I don’t speak it, because I don’t have to. He knows my answer, he’s always known. I spread my legs for him, welcoming him home for the first time, but not the last. He lifts my gown over my head tossing it aside. My chest is on the small side but he doesn’t care. He worships my breasts slowly, not missing an inch of skin. His tongue is slow and exploratory before his teeth become demanding. Nips and bites make me cry out softly unable to swallow them all down. He moves down to the apex between my thighs. 

He sucks me urgently, familiarizing himself with the blooming petals. He finds my slit wet and wanting. I can’t tell where his mouth ends and my body begins as he delves inside. His fingers are involved and I know they are working equally as hard as his mouth. I couldn’t decipher anything past the absolute pleasure and joy bursting within me. A pleasure that was quickly spilling over like sticky wine in a fine goblet. A sweetness that nearly soured on the tongue, an acquired taste that only he would ever enjoy.

 My core snaps harshly, something that had never been, now was. My eyes roll to the back of my head and a limpness passes over me. He laps up my nectar slowly savoring this moment. The first of many moments such as this. I feel Paul watching me as he settles his hips against me again. 

“Claud, are you with me?” He calls so softly, almost as if he’s afraid of waking me.

My eyes snap open and I feel my limp limbs gain strength again.

“I’m here, I’m with you.” I nod looking at him. I pull his forehead to mine and wrap my thighs around him snugly. His bare chest is pressed against mine and I help him push his slacks down. Hands fumbling together, shaking with anticipation as the last barrier between us is gone. 

‘Your home, with me. No matter where life takes us. This is where you belong.’

He enters me slowly, his forehead is still resting against mine. As I exhale he's breathing me in until his lungs burn. I look into his eyes and I see his pupils blown wide, his body responding to mine like a drug. When he bottoms out he drops his head to my neck, pecking at me trying to calm his hummingbird heartbeat before he goes further. My insides are so slick all I felt was a mild discomfort as he broke through my barrier. His breath quivers and I feel his tears run down my neck collecting in the dip of my clavicle. 

“Shh, my love don't weep.” I stroke his hair slowly to soothe away his tears.

I circle my hips from below him, testing the foreign feeling within me. Pleasure blooms between us and he begins thrusting slowly into me. Savoring this new level of intimacy between us he takes his time. Our lips lock in an unbreakable kiss. Inhale. Exhale. We breathe each other in, with each stroke the cup overflows. Our sounds of pleasure are swallowed into the kiss. Only soft whimpers and sighs could be heard between us. His thrusts increase and we finally pull apart. My head is thrown back in ecstasy as he licks up the puddle of tears he left behind. 

Skin slapping skin is such an odd sound. A very distinct sound that couldn’t be replicated easily, but we are too far gone to care. His movements grow sloppy as I meet him thrust for thrust, always pulling him closer as he pulls away. His peak was nearing now I could feel the ripples under the surface of his skin. I could feel the odd tingling down below. The tightening of his sack. I felt his ecstasy as well as my own. It was a feeling that could easily overwhelm, but we shared it equally.

“I’m going to cum Claud. Tell me where.” His breathless voice rings out in the darkness. 

“Inside Paul, always inside.”

My words push him over the edge of a cliff and where he goes I follow. We tumble one after the other off the highest peak on Caladan. We could be falling to our deaths, or the pits of hell, but we do it together. Always together. Always as one single entity. One single life split in two.

We said goodbye to Caladan by enjoying the beaches closest to the castle for the last time. Paul was in a melancholic mood, matching his black coat and travel garb. The ship had been raised from the sea and everything we owned was boxed in preparation for the journey. The Atreides castle was now bleak and eerily silent. I left Paul to himself while I explored our empty home. The corridors seemed ominous now, so dark and dank and lonely. Arrakis could be a welcomed change. It was always sunny and bright, it never rained there. Rain for weeks on end always dampened my mood, no pun intended. 

Deep down my brother was looking forward to seeing Arrakis. It meant he was one step closer to facing the girl from his dreams. He tried to hide that feeling away, but he couldn’t keep things from me. No matter how hard he tried, I already knew. I appreciated him trying to spare me the pain, but what we shared was beyond petty feelings of jealousy. At least that was true for me. Men were different. 

I was looking forward to meeting her in the flesh whenever that may be. I would accept her if he chooses her, but would she accept me? Would she understand that Paul and I would always be together no matter who else entered our lives? I would always be his Caladan.

“When did you sneak off?”

Paul's voice startles me out of my thoughts. He wraps his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.

“You seemed preoccupied. I didn’t want to bother you.” I look up at him as I speak tucked beneath his shoulder.

“You could never be a bother to me, Claudia.” 

He leans down and captures my lips in a sweet kiss. His kiss was the one bit of brightness in the dark damp hallway. We hadn’t been together in an intimate way since that night we shared together. Even still things were different. His eyes called out to me from across any room. His lips beckoned me forward across the dinner table as we dined with our parents. He looked at me with such love and devotion it was impossible to miss.

A stranger would think of me, his great love. They would never take me for his sister, but we had always been close. It could be overlooked for now but eventually mother and father would realize, this was no longer the bond of twins. The echo of footsteps reaches us so we break the kiss but he keeps me tucked into his side as our mother rounds the corner.

“There you two are. We’re ready to board.”

She smiles at us briefly before her smile falls quickly. She looks us over slowly, taking stock, attempting to find what it is that’s different.

“Shall we go mother?” Asks Paul. He feels the probing eyes the same as me. 

She nods her head and turns away from us, leading the way for the last time in the halls we chased each other in as children. The halls we took our first steps in. This was the castle where we shared our first kiss. Our first everything, happened here. The castle where we were born together. Where our childhood was laid to rest a week ago in the night, in each other's arms.

We had been traveling for two weeks already on the guild heighliner with two more weeks left ahead of us. On the up side there was plenty of time for rest and relaxation. Being cooped in my designated room for the duration of travel was not fun so I ventured out often. I chatted with servants and soldiers alike, making the time pass as best I could. Paul and I spent uninterrupted hours together. As close as we were before, it grew tenfold. He spent hours inside of me in these weeks. Hours beneath me, on top of me, beside me.

 I was currently stretched out across his bed. His quarters were larger than mine which allowed for a bigger bed. I certainly took advantage of it. He was sitting at a small table reading about Arrakis no doubt and I was in my nightgown braiding my hair away from my face. My thick dark hair piled into a thick rope of a braid with only a few stray pieces around my face caught his attention. 

He abandons his book on the table and makes his way towards the bed slowly. He strokes my braid gently, wrapping it around his hand. A quick rap on the door breaks the spell. 

“Yes?” Says Paul, annoyed at the interruption. 

“Have you seen Claudia? She's not in her room.”

She was using that tone mothers used when they already knew the answer to the question. Paul removes his hand from my hair reluctantly.

“I'm here.” I replied to her. Paul rolls his eyes at me not liking that I gave away my position. 

She cracks the door open slowly, timidly even. As if she's afraid of what she might see from the threshold. 

“It's late, Claud. You should be in your own bed.”

Ah, there it is. The thing that had been brewing for a fortnight now. Her suspicion had taken root now. She could feel that something was strange between us, she was our mother after all.

“Paul doesn't mind my company mother. He's been reading-”

“Claudia, it's late. If you want to escape travel fatigue you should be in bed by now.” She blatantly cuts me off. She was dismissing me from his room. There was little room for argument. 

I stand up and grab my robe, securing it. I see Paul shaking his head at her frustration clear on his face but I don't comment on it. I bid them goodnight and walked past her in the doorway. The walk to my room is short. Once I arrive I discard my robe on a chair and climb into bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

The opening of my door barely registers past the thick cloud of sleep. It's his lips that get my attention. He kisses my shoulder lightly as he climbs in behind me. Sleep claims me again now that he was here with me. Our bodies fall into the perfect rhythm that only happens when we're together. Inhale. Exhale. If I'm the sky he's what clouds are made of. 

In the last weeks of our journey my mother's probing eyes followed me closely. Just me. For she always struggles to find fault in Paul; her loves heir was perfect in her eyes. He was the boy our father asked for. He was Lady Jessica's success story. I was just a daughter. Any daughter would do but Paul was special to her, we all knew it. 

My father compensated for her love of Paul by adoring me twice as much. He was the balancing force at the center of our family. He was seated across from me, a chess board between us as he contemplated his next move. 

“I'm afraid you've finally surpassed me Claud. There's nothing I can do to stop you from winning.”

I look closer at the board. I hadn't even noticed.

“Ah, there. You're right this match goes to me.”

“Shall we play another round?” Asks my father cheerfully.

The door to the office opens and Paul walks in, eyes locking on mine. I had been avoiding him during the day afraid of the ever present mother hen.

“Perhaps Paul should take my place, I'll go have a nap.” 

I stand and kiss my father's cheek. Avoiding Paul's eyes as I leave without another word. When I step over the threshold I hear father ask if we've been arguing. 

“We never fight.” Paul replies easily. 

[someverygaymoth]

You said if people sent you Dream and Nightmare designs you'd draw them kissing so here!

Heck yeah I will. Might take me a little bit but imma draw these queers kissing!!!

[beforetheendowo]

Thinking of Dreammare.

Creepy Nightmare x Dream who's super into it. I think they should be silly.

Nightmare calling Dream little brother because Dream is shorter and Dream very very much enjoys that.

[gimme-a-thrust]

BIO

Name: Vindyctiv

Nicknames: Vinny, Baby (Valentino Exclusive), My Little CEO (Valentino Exclusive), Boss, Sir, Daddy, CEO

Age: 0-39

Gender: Male Omega (Masculine Presenting Intersex)

Sexuality: Pansexual Gray Aromantic Polygamous

Species: Hellborn Sinner Demon

Breed: Moth/Spider Demon

Height: 8'0"

Voice Claim: Spoiled Little Brat by Underscores

Parents: Valentino (Father); Angel Dust (Mother); Alastor (Stepfather)

Siblings: Vyce (Twin Brother); Veronicka (Little Sister); Vanna (Little Sister); Violette (Little Sister)

Half-Siblings: Vogue; ValOzzie TBD; ValOzzie TBD; ValOzzie TBD; Cal; Cosmina; Karmha

Lovers: Valentino; Vox; Vyce

Friends: Vox; Velvette; TBD Cherriberry Kid; Vyce; Impen; Specs

Enemies: Ellie; Cal; Cosmina; Karmha; Vogue; ValOzzie TBD; ValOzzie TBD; ValOzzie TBD; Sex-C; Lotan; Lyria; Daevha

Positive Traits: Alert, Charismatic, Decisive, Dramatic, Fun-Loving, Intelligent, Lovable, Methodical, Observant, Passionate

Neutral Traits: Aggressive, Businesslike, Deceptive, Effeminate, Impersonal, Modern, Outspoken, Political, Proud, Sarcastic, Tough

Negative Traits: Amoral, Brutal, Conceited, Dishonest, Extravagant, Fickle, Hedonistic, Libidinous, Obsessive, Predatory

Likes: His Daddy, Cute Clothes, Shopping Sprees, Getting Whatever He Wants, Being Called Boss/CEO/Sir, Picking on Vyce, Sweet/Spicy/Salty Flavors, His Daddy's Cooking, Drugs and Alcohol, Fast Food, Cats

Dislikes: Angel Dust, Alastor, Not Getting His Way, Being Told "No," Weakness, Crying In Front Of People, Shaken Confidence, Bad Lighting/Angles For Vox/Sinstagram, Annoying Things (This changes with his moods and is unpredictable), Being Outdone

DESIGN NOTES:

The rosettes in his hair can be as random as you want, as long as they are not on his raccoon tails/front of his hair. Typically there is a heart-shaped one somewhere, but it can be anywhere as long as it is present. His rosettes follow your heart. Preferably at least five rosettes plus the heart-shaped one.

Vinny dresses in a very feminine way and almost never wears pants. Skirts, high-waisted shorts, any panties or bikini bottoms, and things of this nature are okay to draw him in. He'll wear dresses, net tops, bodysuits, and crop tops mostly. However, he will wear his lovers' clothes at any time of day, or t-shirts he either gets from them or because they're funny to bed. Even his classy stuff is very revealing and sexual. All of his shoes are some type of heels and he only owns two pairs of flats; A pair of tap shoes, and a pair of simple shoes he wears only if he is at the Hotel with his mother.

He can be drawn with or without actual fingernails, and either four or five fingers on each hand. Much like Angel Dust, he has a third set of hands that he only uses occasionally, though he is embarrassed by them. His hands/feet make him capable of climbing walls/ceilings and he uses this as often as he can in order to get his way.

[hakusins]

cw // if you squint, incest/twincest

twins au - eros & eri !

i'm so endeared by the idea that they exist in the same world and that they're twins who care deeply for each other HBJERBFJHERF.

dol pc1 and 2 are just the same pc, just different genders HJERFBJHERF but their storylines/purpose as pcs are so different i got curious and thought,,, you know it'd be fun to have twins au!

so far what i have is: inseparable and protective twin siblings who have been with each other for years. when they became of age, and bailey started charging them, eros knew it was too dangerous for his sister to work in this town. although he was as sheltered as eri, he was friends with a lot of the older orphans, who wouldn't exactly hide what goes on in the town. since then, he's offered to go work most days of the week to earn both of their keep while eri attends school on his behalf. he'll only attend school every fridays to just pass the exams so he could keep his grades up and graduate. eros is apart of the Temple and is an initiate. eri isn't, she's just a normal schoolkid and although she is a lot more sheltered, she wasn't naive. she could only imagine the kind of danger eros put himself through just to keep them from getting sold by bailey. despite her begging, eros refuses to let her get a job, and insists she focuses on school so she could also teach him for friday exams.

though that does all change when robin can't keep up with his debt payments, and without eros knowing, eri went to look for work as well (and gets up to all sorts of shenanigans with guys) BHERBFBHRF

[5iyoomi]

warnings: suggestive themes, twincest, osaatsu/miyacest

thinking about miyacest.... Atsumu who's always bragging about how much he gets laid, flaunting the hickeys lining his neck and the deep hand marks around his wrists. he stealthily leaves his brother's name out of it but keeps almost slipping up and mentioning Osamu <3

what they don't know won't kill them, though, and what they don't know is that Osamu has him bent over every night after all the customers and their friends/teammates leave. when the only ones privy to what they do behind closed doors are each other

what finally tips people off is when Osamu starts wearing forearm sleeves out of the blue, or when they both come out of the breakroom at Onigiri Miya out of breath with messy hair and pink dusting their cheeks.... no one believes them when they say they were just fighting again because they've NEVER looked like that (and because they can clearly see the red scratches running down Osamu's arms)

[comebackali]

so the acolyte is just trigun but with amandla stenberg instead of some little blonde anime twink. okay i can dig it.

[dollya-robinprotector]

since ur into incest when are lya and lyah fucking !! ive been waiting for it get them naked !!

[skythighs]

Goddess of Caladan: Follow

Warnings: 18+ content, cw inc*st, unhealthy relationship dynamics

Word Count: 3.9k

Part 2

Paul gives me my space and doesn’t push for me to spend my days with him. Although I knew he was restless with the distance after having me so frequently before. During the day I was distant but late into the night I would find myself wrapped around him making up for hurting him with my absence. I noticed our mothers eyes were watching me less. Her look, less severe and she seemed content to leave me be, once again.

When we arrived on Arrakis, the dry heat felt as if it weighed down upon my flesh and bones. The wind blew dust rapidly around us as we walked to the thopter. It felt so surreal finally being here. This wasn’t a dream. This was real, and I nearly lost my footing in a particularly strong gust. Nearly. Paul latched onto me, saving me the embarrassment of falling with the natives watching us, shouting at us. He didn’t let go of me until I climbed in ahead of him and found a seat in the back of the ornithopter. 

“Lisan al Gaib” They’d called out. Pointing fingers at us. 

The term was familiar to me, and yet I could not recall what it meant. Once seated and buckled in, we flew to the palace. Paul once again spoke my thoughts. Asking our mother what they were shouting out.

“Voice from the outer world. It’s their name for messiah.” Says Lady Jessica.

“It means the Bene Gesserit have been at work here.” She continues.

“Planting superstitions?” He questions.

“Preparing the way, Paul. These people have waited for centuries for the Lisan al Gaib. They see you, they see the signs.”

“They see what they’ve been told to see.” He looks away from her. Done with the conversation.

As far as the eye could see, there was sand. Sand on the land, sand in the air swept up by wind. I felt my skin shriveling up at the dryness. Perhaps I took the rain for granted. Once inside my new room, I was left to get settled. My servants took their time unpacking my things. Hanging beautiful gowns at the front of the wardrobe. Putting my nightgowns in drawers. My perfumes and hair oils were being organized meticulously on the vanity. 

 I slipped away after freshening up and changing into comfortable clothes. It was much cooler in the tawny colored palace. The stones aided in keeping cool air trapped inside while keeping the heat locked outside. They were cool to the touch and inviting as I dragged my hand along them, exploring my new home. The further I explored, the more the place grew on me. I stumbled upon an airlocked door with a palm reader as the only access. I wasn’t sure what was behind the door, but I pressed my palm onto the reader, curious if I’d be granted access.

The door whooshes open, and the smell of dirt and moisture caresses my nose. I push the door open, further revealing countless plants green and vibrant growing so tall they touched the ceiling. It was so different from all of Arrakis, and it must have required so much water to keep all of this greenery thriving in this secret room.

I walk about the room, taking stock of every plant, most unfamiliar to me. It dawns on me then. What this room actually represents. After seeing the state of Arrakis, after seeing the people outside flesh and brittle dry bones, this room didn’t seem so lovely anymore. It felt like a slap in the face to those who die of thirst on this brutal planet daily, no doubt. I leave the room slowly, closing the airtight door behind me. I feel unsure if I’ll ever come here again. 

After a couple weeks passed, we were deemed to have been settled in well enough. It was now time to begin hosting the Arrakeen aristocracy. Among others, of course. Nobility didn’t matter any more than money and resources, whether it be honestly earned or otherwise. I was instructed to wear my finest dress with simple jewelry. I was even permitted to wear red lipstick and other touches of makeup. Mother wanted to make an impression tonight, so I must follow suit, of course. The red lipstick matched my silken red gown. 

I was the embodiment of elegance and womanhood. My mother was proving to my father that I was no longer a girl. A knock on my door followed by Paul sticking his head in is my signal it’s time to go. Paul takes me in from head to toe appreciative of the vision before him. 

“Did Mother put you up to this?” He asks as he approaches me. The maid servants make themselves scarce.

“Put me up to what?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, reaching out to fix his collar. 

He was dressed in his fine military garb that matched fathers, but with less shiny metal pieces. He grabs my hand before I can retract it, placing a lingering kiss on my wrist. His pink lips felt like the petals of a sweet flower. Such a simple gesture but so wholly intimate it ignited a want within me. He doesn't let go of my hand as he pulls it away from his lips. He strokes the back of it gently.

“Every man present tonight will surely be distracted by you. Especially me.”

There was a furrow in his brow. Placing my hand in the crook of his elbow, he leads me out of the room without another word. For the first time, I couldn't quite read him. His mood was a mystery to me, but as we reached the balcony overlooking the guests, mother and father were already waiting for us. I wouldn’t be able to address him about it now. 

As I said before, Duke Leto and his heir matched one another. What was surprising is that my mother and I were also matching. Her gown was the same red as mine, but she didn’t add a lick of makeup to her face. Only one of us would be on display tonight. 

“My darling Claud, you look beautiful.” Leto said, sounding awe struck.

He kissed my cheek and looked down at me with shiny eyes. Pure adoration that only a father could muster shined down on me and calmed me. She could put me on display all she wanted. I had my fathers love, and he would never cast me aside for political gain. After a brief summary of who’s who, we descend the staircase. Father escorting mother and Paul escorting me. His grip was tight as he led me down the stairs, almost as if he was afraid to let me go. As if he wasn't sure he would find me again once I left his side.

At the banquet, I mingled seamlessly with the crowd always moving from one group to the next politely, giving everyone their fair share of my time. I was by popular demand speaking with several men all at once now. Some were younger men, handsome with strong physiques and lingering stares. Others were old and nearly grotesque in their size, and not very subtle with their attraction for me. 

“You are a rare beauty lady, Atreidies. Even surpassing your mother, it seems, as you are the embodiment of youth.” He took it upon himself to kiss my hand, bowing for show. Of course, one of the old gross men decides to flatter me with kisses.

I fight back a grimace and smile instead. 

“Thankfully beauty is not all my mother was able to bestow upon me.”

That was code for get your filthy hands off of me, or I would do it for you. They were all aware of the power the Bene Gesserit held, and I was subtly telling them I possessed the very same. I was not a helpless daughter, I was Jessica’s daughter.  

It sounded sweet, sealed with a flashing smile of red lips. He removed his hand from mine but didn’t stray too far from my side. I could feel Paul's eyes on me the entire time. I could sense his displeasure at seeing me here with a group of men, but he himself was surrounded by beautiful women. All eager for his attention flirting shamelessly for his favor. What they had yet to learn was that my brother could not be moved by beauty and sex appeal.

He was not like other boys his age. They would learn soon enough. I wanted to see their disappointment first hand when he rejected them. Their plans failing hopelessly before them, for how would they spy on him if they couldn’t even get him in their beds. Suddenly, Father excused himself, urging Paul to take over as host. I mingled more learning bits of who could be trusted and who was an enemy.

I was approached by a tall, striking woman in a dazzling royal blue gown. The short demure beauty on her arm smiled flirtatiously at me as they approached.

“Your brother must be very protective of you, Lady Atreides. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. Even with a gaggle of beautiful women before him.” She smirks at me, in a way that suggests she knows what I do not.

“You must be Soo-Soo, the guild banker.” I smile cheerily at her, showing teeth.

 She looks me up and down with hungry eyes before responding.

“I am.” 

“My twin is perhaps a bit unsettled by all the male attention I’m receiving tonight, but he knows I’m more than capable of looking after myself.”

I glance over at Paul finding his emerald eyes. 

‘This one can’t be trusted.’ I sign to him behind my back.

“You’ve not just commanded male gazes tonight lady.” 

She reaches for a lock of my hair, framing my face while the rest is swept into an elegant updo. She strokes my hair softly before pushing it behind my ear.

“I heard a tale, you were just a child. A girl, beloved by her father and spared the reality of her birthright.” Soo-Soo sneers down at me.

“What reality would that be?” I probe. Standing my ground against the giantess. 

“Marriage of course. A truth all daughters must face. However, it seems House Atreides is quite content, keeping you in the nest.” She hisses out borderline threatening.

“I’m afraid I must steal my daughter away for a moment. I hope you don’t mind.” Lady Jessica swoops in and ushers me away.

“Claud, you look unsettled.”

‘Do not show fear here, Claudia.’ She signs in battle language.

‘She is a Harkonne agent. I’m sure of it.’ I respond.

Jessica nods to her daughter, knowing and understanding. They rejoin the party remaining side by side for the remainder of the gathering.

Later that night, she was brushing her hair at her vanity before bed when Paul entered her chambers abruptly. He was still dressed in his fine clothing.

“You haven’t changed.” I comment half heartedly. In the mirror, I could see a look in his eye. Something foreign and unfamiliar to him and I alike.

“What’s the matter?” I stand as he walks towards me.

He looks at me with those sea green eyes, a storm brewing in the depths.

“Tonight was - I’ve never felt rage like I did, seeing you being used as bait by our own mother.” He grips the back of my neck, stroking my smooth skin gently. Just touching seemed to calm him enough that the storm passed in his eyes. It was still lingering there, but much less worrisome. 

“I believe it would be common if Father had not forbidden it until now.”

“Why would he allow such a thing? It’s not like him.”

“Tonight was important for us, Paul. It was necessary.”

His hands are stroking my cheek as he shakes his head. 

“It reminded me of my worst fear. Seeing you paraded about tonight.”

“Tell me.” Perhaps this was what troubled him so earlier this evening when he first laid eyes on me. 

“I saw you in a dream once.You were dressed similar to tonight, but you wore black. You were being pawed at by hairless men with pale sickly skin. You were on Giedi Prime.”

His words hang between us in the air. His dreams were my dreams, so how did I not see this? I feel confused. Would this dream come true as so many others have in the past. Tears shine in my eyes as I look up at my brother. That would surely be a fate worse than death. The Harkonnen were known for their brutality against women. Hell, their brutality knew no bounds men, women, and children alike experienced it. 

“Did Father tell you about the marriage proposal he was sent?” I question hesitantly. It was something we’d never spoken of. His Adam's apple bobs.

“He didn't need to. I saw it in his office.” A piece of his dark waves falls into his eyes.

I nod my head.

“You knew, and you didn’t tell me?” He asked me, pained and squinting his eyes. 

His grip on my face increases in pressure. 

“It will never happen, Paul. Father promised me. He won’t bend to their will.” 

“Why didn’t you mention this dream until now? I didn’t know.” I shake my head as I speak. I was totally blindsided by this, and it left me feeling insecure in our relationship. I was so sure I knew everything, only to learn it’s not true.

He looks struck by the idea. He was confused because he knew I saw his dreams alongside him every night.

“I thought you knew, and I thought it disturbed you so much you never wanted to talk about it.” He says.

“I had it once and never again. It was a year ago. Now I feel you alongside me when I dream of the Fremen. You’re there too, we’re together. We’ll always be together. Promise me, Claud. Promise me you’ll never leave me.” 

He’s nearly frantic now, clutching me to his chest. Leaning his forehead on mine. Begging me to say the words he so desperately needs to hear now.

“Nothing will ever separate us, Paul. I swear, I’ll never leave you.”

He kisses and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist. I cross my ankles behind him to keep from sliding down his tall frame. 

“I need you Claud.” He murmurs between kisses. 

Whatever he needs, I will always provide. We don't even make it to the bed before he trips over his own feet in his haste. The fall to the floor is hardly noticed as he begins ripping away my nightgown. He sucks and nips at my brownish pink nipples. He feels satisfaction seeing me bare beneath him, but it's not enough. The storm in his eyes is back, and it's raging again. 

I help him remove his military jacket, our hands fumbling and shaking. Both of us are so eager and needy for this. I leave him to remove his shirt while I work at his belt buckle, it falls loosely and I push his trousers down gasping as his cock springs free. It nearly looks angry, all veiny and rigid.

Our lips and teeth clash as he rubs himself against my slit. Not nearly wet enough he pulls his lips from mine and spits on my cunt vulgarly. As he pushes inside me briskly, I whine out my displeasure. Without proper preparation it burns as he forces his way in. 

“Shh.” He hushes me with a sweet kiss. But he doesn't stop. He can't stop. 

He's relentless in his strokes going balls deep each time. Never giving me a moment to catch my breath, never giving me a second to adjust. His hands find their way into my hair pulling roughly exposing my neck to his assault. He bites me harshly before sucking as if to alleviate the pain. 

“Fuck you're gripping me so tight.” He groans out. 

This was so unlike him. He was always sweet and tender and vulnerable even whenever we made love. This was a new side of him. A rough demanding side. A side I love just as much as any other. 

“I need to feel you cum wrapped around me Claud.” He hisses into my ear. 

He reaches between us, finding my bud pressing against it almost to the point of pain. I moan out, twirling my hips beneath him, chasing the ecstasy he so eagerly sought to give me. His thrusts grow sloppy but he never stops massaging my clit bringing me to the brink. My eyes close rolling to the back of my head. 

“Look at me, Claud. I want to watch you while you break apart on my cock.” 

His words push me over the edge. I feel my brows furrow as I look into his eyes. Brown meets green. Green like the living trees and tall grass of Caladan. So full of life, so fresh and vibrant with promises of what's to come. 

“You know where.” I say to him, knowing what's next. 

His cum spurts hot and velvety inside my quivering walls, but he doesn't stop stroking. He prolongs his pleasure until he's sensitive and shivering inside me. We're drenched in sweat and I feel a soreness in my back as we come down from our high. Sensing my unease he removes himself from me slowly. He was the Paul I knew again, the sweet, careful Paul. As we settle into bed he holds me close. His touch is gentle as he strokes my back, attempting to remove the redness he caused.

“I love you.” He whispers out as we fall asleep clinging to one another like scared children. 

We settled into a routine in the Arrakeen palace. Paul was often occupied with meetings and strategic planning alongside our father. We met up in the courtyard walking arm in arm, stealing a moment for ourselves for the first time today. It was almost unbearably hot.The palm trees were the only living plants visible on Arrakis’ surface, and they intrigued Paul. They were being watered meticulously as the Fremen pilgrims watched on. It felt wrong to me, but I did not comment on it.

 Paul spent much time learning the Fremen ways. He watched the projected images about sand walking, and I was sprawled across his bed in my nightgown as usual while he absorbed the information before him. I did not feel the same thirst for knowledge of their ways as he did and found myself slowly drifting away into a dreamless sleep. The sounds of the audio aiding in my relaxation. 

Pauls POV

I got off the bed enticed by the little desert mouse on the holoscreen. Claud was sleeping soundly, breathing deeply in a constant rhythm. Looking at the images projected before me nearly distracted me from the slight drilling noise coming from the wall behind the bed. The very bed Claud slept on. I look at my sister, praying she doesn't move and draw the hunter seekers attention. As it moves away from her, observing the rest of the room, my heart slows down as I disguise myself amongst the projected image. 

The hunter seeker flies towards me, but I don’t flinch as it hovers in front of my eye. The door opens, and Shadout Mapes stands with linens in her hand as I crush the hunter seeker against the solid door. I look at Claudia, and she doesn’t even stir from the commotion. I knew the hunter seeker had a short range, so the assassin must be nearby in this very palace. Mapes alerted the nearest guards, and I watched over Claud. My father found us. He had alerted the entire palace guard to search for the assassin.

He walked in slowly, looking from me to the sleeping figure in my bed. He looked genuinely fearful. Fearful for his children. Seeing Claud on the bed, totally unaware of what had transpired nearly broke him, but he is a Duke. He refused to let his emotions get the best of him now. He would make sure the assailant was found and dealt with properly. 

“It flew right over her, father. I felt like the world fell from beneath my feet.”

Leto clutches his shoulder. Understanding his fear for his sister at that moment. 

“It didn’t see her. She was sleeping so soundly it flew right past her.” Tears fell from his eyes then. As the reality of it all settled in. He could have lost her tonight. He could have lost his other half. He knew he would not be whole without her here. Before his father can respond, he hears a shout from the doorway.

“Your grace! The assailant has been found.” 

Leto hurries after the guard leaving Paul and a sleeping Claudia. 

I look at her with tears falling from my eyes, but I don’t speak. I can’t speak. She’s sleeping so peacefully it would be wrong of me to wake her. Once she wakes, her peace will surely be destroyed. This place was more dangerous than we could have imagined. Even in these very walls, danger lurked. I feel something inside me, something dark and unfamiliar. Similar to the night of the banquet when she wore a crimson dress. Crimson like the sheets the day she became a woman. The day everything changed for me as she assured me it was okay, it was normal. But seeing my sister bleeding out on her crisp white sheets was anything but normal to me. 

Seeing my sister inches away from a hunter seeker while she slept was a turning point for me. I needed to see her safe. Always safe. After that night, I sought her out during the day despite our mothers suspicions, interrupting her training. I had to reassure myself she was okay. Nothing else mattered. It was all I could think about, and it began consuming me from the inside. There was no me without Claud. We were born into this world together. I followed her into this world, unsure of what lay ahead. I just knew that I had no choice. I was born two short minutes behind her. It’s been said that my whaling would not stop until I could feel her nearby. If she were ever to leave this world, I would surely follow her then, too. 

I arrive late to the strategy meeting, barely beating my father here. I lost track of time amidst the blooming petals between my sister's supple thighs. I could still smell her on my lips and fingers, and it was enough to keep me temporarily satisfied. Even now, I can feel her tight heat gripping me and pulling me inside her as deep as our bodies allowed. I could feel her milking me for every last drop of my cum as I emptied inside of her. The feel of her is unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. The taste of her so bitter and sweet on my tongue makes me crave her unlike any other. She was made to be mine, as I am hers.

Taglist: @aoi-targaryen

[someverygaymoth]

Thoughts on lustdreammare? (You don't know me, I swear /sar /you do know me)

I do not believe you, not-so-anon. And ohhh... I don't know! This is actually a really interesting dynamic. You've got silly Dreammare, two reconciled idiots that were knee deep in denial for years, and then sex positivity and relationships 101 incarnate.

I love the idea of them both going to him for advice and comfort (keep it pg dawg I know what you're thinkin'—) and Lust being like yeah but consider me this, what if you make up, and they're both being stupid and obtuse and they're like "but he hates me! :'(" and Lust has to just sigh and be like "okay, does that seem like something your emotional brain is thinking? Or something your logical brain is thinking?"

"but I can feel it in my soul!"

"I think there's a word for that..."

"a word? Really?"

"oh yes! It's called anxiety."

"ughhh, you're the worst."

"anxiety is warranted, you haven't had a civil conversation with your other half in centuries and you're afraid. It's okay to be afraid."

"I'm not supposed to be afraid..."

"it's not like he won't jump at a chance for peace and your good company again anyway."

"I hardly constitute good company..."

"well now, that's just a lie. I cherish your company."

"hmh, whatever you say..."

"hey..."

"..."

"whatever you decide, I'll be there for you. You're not alone."

"Thank you."

"and you can do this."

"I'm feeling ever so slightly like your support may be leaning to one side."

"well, I can have my private opinions too."

"they're really not all that private... That mouth is going to get you into trouble some day."

"heh, people pay good money for this mouth."

"sigh"

I just think they're silly.

Two soggy gods and their silly little anchor mortal. NM and Dream making up slowly but surely while telling Lust it absolutely isn't as simple as he's making it out to be(it is) and that kissing and making up isn't real (it is, they need to kiss, if they just kissed they could reconcile in half the time) they're doing things the proper way! (Riiight)

[silkscream]

megumi with a twin sister would be so insane. he’s so indifferent about everything, repressed to the max, but when it comes to you? his flesh and blood, his mirror? you’re surprised he hasn’t trapped you in a glass box so that no one can touch you. he’s not even very affectionate, not really. every part of himself that he hates, he adores in you, even if he’s too stubborn to show it. he is just so lonely and used to being left so he will cling to you and will NOT let go without leaving some gnarly claw marks

[tobincest]

imagine being scrumpt ‘professor incest’ morningstarcest and not watching the incest show: twins having sex

MY NAME'S NOT SCRUMPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[piceuscelus]

all i want for yule is you by piceuscelus

Chapters: 1/1 (5392 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Renfri Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Renfri (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Incest, Sibling Incest, Twincest, Twins Jaskier and Renfri, Trans Male Character, Trans Jaskier | Dandelion, Trans Male Jaskier | Dandelion, Sex Toys, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Gift Giving, This is Twist's Fault, Transitioning, because the differences in Jaskier are focused on, Secret Relationship Summary:

“Ren,” he says. “We said no gifts.” She shrugs. “We did.” “Then what, exactly, are you doing with a gift?” “Surprising you.” Renfri gets her twin brother a gift they can share.

i was enabled for National Twin Day lmfao

[skythighs]

Goddess of Caladan: Summary

A bond forged in the womb of their mother Lady Jessica, Paul and his twin sister Claudia or Claud as he often calls her are close. Too close. They share everything from the dreams of Arrakis to each other's bed at night. Their bond is unbreakable and far beyond normal for siblings. As Paul begins his downward spiral into madness, Claud understands him like no other. She knows him better than he knows himself, and that would never change.

Warnings: This story will contain a toxic, codependent relationship. It will be sexual in nature, and Paul will become dark and controlling the further it progresses.

[someverygaymoth]

Everytime I see cool design of dream and nightmare i get sad cus they will never kiss each other in their fancy cool design :(

Wrong. I'm gonna draw them ALL kissing. >:)

(Send me ur designs and I will draw them ALL kissing)