#hard!dom!paul atreides

[starlightsuffered]

Tunnels

Info - hard Dom Timothée, degrading, reader with a big ass, cnc, spy au, anal sex, getting stuck,

I crawled along the tunnel quietly. Being new at this job, I was taking it very seriously. Timothée, on the other hand, was no where near a rookie. He seemed to think crawling through these air ducts was pointless all to possibly get some intel. I wanted to impress our boss.... and admittedly, I wanted to impress Timothée too.

When l'd asked the other spies if I could take the lead he'd chuckled smugly and said to have at it. This was why I was leading this crawl. I checked my high tech watched every few seconds.

"Left, a right, and then straight, we'll be in the vent right over the gathering," I whispered back.

"Whatever you say," Timothée snickered.

I kept moving. I was shuffling along. It always too all my strength to focus on my job instead of the sexy man I'd been teamed with. Today was no different. I'd seen him in that skin tight spy suit and I prayed to a God I didn't believe in that my pussy wasn't leaking through the skin tight outfit.

"That tunnel looks a bit small," I said warily as I looked ahead

"Yeah."

"Sh-Should we try it? I guess I could navigate a way around. It would take a little longer but-"

"Didn't you say we were on a tight schedule?" Snapped Tim. "I thought you were leading this."

"Oh, Um, right, right," I nodded determinately. I sighed and then gathered courage. I moved forward. There was a moment of claustrophobia and then my face and shoulders were free!

"I think I can get through!" I said excitedly. I could've sworn I heard Timothée laugh. I didn't know if 'd imagined it or not until my ass got stuck. I pulled forward but it was no use. It was a snug fit.

"T-Timothée, I'm stuck," I said worriedly,

"Oh yeah?" He crooned. I didn't like his jovial attitude.

"Yes! Now help! Push!"

"Oh I'll push something in somewhere," he mumbled. I didn't know what he meant until I felt his hands on the elastic of my pants.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

"You think I don't know these tunnels?" He asked. Something long and hard and wet slapped my ass. Could....

Could it have been his cock. I was stuck and he had his dick out?

"You think I didn't take one look at you and know that thick, gorgeous, juicy ass would get stuck in this very tunnel?"

"No, no, why did you do this? We'll miss the meeting," | exclaimed.

"Meeting," he laughed and I felt him push my legs apart. Air hit my bare hole. I gasped and it pulsed.

"You think l've cared about anything except getting my dick squeezed since I saw that big ass and imagined that tight hole?" He asked. With that, he shoved himself inside me. I yelped and he laughed. I couldn't believe I was being taken advantage of like this. I couldn't believe he was so bold. I couldn't believe he was thrusting so hard..... I couldn't believe I liked it. I could've believe how I felt it in my stomach.

"Oh-oh," | covered my mouth, hiding my whimper.

"That's right, you fucking love it. Don't pretend you didn't want me to take you like this," he goaded. I shuddered. I shouldn't like this.

"Oh yeah, fucking been wanting to use this princess hole so bad. I could tell your hole needed a good stretch. Oh fuck! Yeah! Your good girl hole is so tight!" He gasped. He was pumping harder now.

"You're just for me to use. You don't deserve a job, all you're good for is being a fuck toy on reserve for me," he chuckled. Why did I love his confidence and pride?

"Y-you shouldn't-"

"And yet you want it don't you?" He teased. "You know you shouldn't but you wanted this as much as me. You probably want it more."

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!" I let out a desperate moan that echoed.

"That's it baby," he growled. He grabbed my hips harshly and his hips slapped into my ass harder.

"I've fucking needed a cum dump so bad, good thing you joined the force. Oh yeah! You're going to come to me whenever I need to unload," he demanded.

"Yes," I said submissively.

"Oh fuck, oh yeah," grunted Timothée. He let loose in my ass. The load was huge, as if he'd been saving up. I was whining and gasping and trying desperately not to make too much noise.

At least he pulled out. He snapped up my pants and then he grabbed at my pussy through the fabric. I was panting as he massaged me. I could feel his load dripping from my hole as he fingered my clit.

"Cum in your pants baby girl," he whispered. That was all I could take. I exploded in the thin fabric. I had to wonder if it would seep out and through.

As I was coming down he gave me a hard wrench. He had yanked me out of the tight space. I landed on my ass.

"You could've gotten me out the whole time?" I demanded of him.

"I told you I planned this. I needed a tight place to dump my cum," he winked. I felt myself heat. I felt so used...

So why did I love it?

"Come on," he called behind him as he began to crawl another direction.

"And I hope you don't feel too uncomfortable," he said in a mocking tone. I was now keenly aware of how our juices were mixing in my pants.

"Don't leave any DNA behind."

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[hoedamn-eron]

duke leto - breeding

You're newly married to the Duke of Caladan, and you must create an heir.

Warnings: 18+, minors, DNI. Arranged marriage (and because of that, he's a bit cold at the beginning). Breeding kink. Age gap, but it's legal. Small, teeny tiny, praise kink. Also, teeny tiny Dom!Leto. Word count: 1,243 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This was originally a part of my Kinktober list but now it's just a stand alone.

Your marriage to Duke Leto Atreides had been a political one, of course.

After all, you were sixteen years his junior, and his heart already belonged to Lady Jessica, the mother of his son, Paul. If he’d had a choice, he would have married Lady Jessica, but that would get no gain. The only reason the two of you were wed was to unite your Houses, that trading between your planets would be easier and beneficial if there was an insider on Caladan.

You had taken it all in your stride. You had little say in how your future panned out, but you had heard many great things about Leto Atreides and how honourable he was. He was a just man, and a kind man, and you were sure that he would treat you with respect. You met the day before your wedding, had dinner together, where you’d made idle chat about your lives before you had met. Then you went your separate ways and didn’t see each other until you were to be wed.

You had had a grand party, where you barely got a word in to your new husband as you both were surrounded by congratulations from many guests and family members, even that night when he had taken you to bed, he had said few words, the implication of your futures weighing heavy on him. You had the feeling he would have opted to not take you to your bedchambers if he had the choice, but no marriage was law until consummated. However, he had treated you well, as it was your first time, and he even helped clean up afterwards, but he left shortly after midnight to spend the rest of the night with Lady Jessica.

You hadn’t minded, really, that he had a concubine; she was there long before you were. You weren’t unfamiliar with rich and powerful men having wives and concubines. Like you said, Duke Leto treated you well, but you knew he would never love you like he loves her, but you weren’t there for love, you were there for duty.

Like right now, as he has you in your bedchambers, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you slowly.

He only ever visits your bedchambers twice a week, otherwise he’s with Lady Jessica. You and he both know that you must create a ‘legitimate’ heir, if not to rule Caladan, then to strengthen the relationship between Caladan and your home planet. You weren’t opposed to becoming a mother, and you cherished the nights you spent with Leto as you tried for a child.

Especially when he makes you feel so good.

“That’s it,” he mutters against your neck, as he grinds deliciously into you.

You gasp, your eyes closing as your head is thrown back against your pillow. “Please…faster…”

Your words fall on deaf ears as he doesn’t change his pace. He moves with you, his hard cock thrusting in and out of you, leaning on his left forearm above your head, his right hand trailing along your waist leaving a path of fire in its wake. Something’s different. It shouldn’t feel like this, he belongs to another. He shouldn’t be saying these things to you, about how good you’re making him feel, how good you’re taking him. How you’re always so willing to help him with making an heir.

He pauses as you involuntarily let out a loud, deep moan, and clench around him. You’d both never explicitly said the obvious; that the only reason you go to bed together is to make an heir, it was just always known. But now, as he pants into your sweat sheened neck, telling you about how he’s going to stuff you and make you a mother, you’re practically dripping on the sheets…and he can feel it.

Leto lifts himself to look down at you, but you can’t meet his eye. You can already feel your cheeks warming, and you’re mortified. He keeps looking at you as he slowly starts thrusting again, and you close your eyes as the pleasure builds back up again. You can’t look at him, not now. But he has other ideas.

Your eyes snap open as you feel him hold your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him. He’s so intense, you feel the urge to look away from him.

“No,” he demands, and your eyes immediately look back him. “You look at me. Keep looking at me.”

You let out a whimper as his hips speed up. “Y-yes, your Grace.”

“You’re doing so well,” he mutters, and gives out his own groan as you squeeze around him again. “So, so well sweetheart.”

You let out a noise that was between a whine and a sob. He’d never been so…affectionate before. Your orgasm was brewing, and he seemed nowhere near ready to finish. Your hips rocked with his as you felt every delicious caress his cock offered you. “Don’t stop. Please.” You were pretty sure you were clawing your nails in his back but you were so out of it, you couldn’t tell.

“I would never,” Leto said, looking in your eyes, and you believed him. “I’m going to keep going until you are filled with me. We’re not stopping until you are with child. My child.”

“Fuck!” you cried as your climax hits you hard. You still beneath him, your eyes closing as your mouth hangs open, the intense pleasure becomes all-encompassing, radiating outwards from your core. It's as if a floodgate of sensations opens, and a rush of euphoria spreads through your body. It's a release of tension, a peak of pleasure that can feel like a sweet explosion of sensation.

You’re positive you black out, as you come to your orgasm subsides, a sense of deep relaxation and contentment overtakes you, but Leto has released your jaw and is buried in your neck again, groaning your name as his hips slam into you with such force, you were certain he would leave bruises. You thread your fingers through his salt and pepper curls, and you give a whimpered, “Leto…”

He lets out a loud, guttural moan before his hips still in you, then give a few small, precise thrusts as he cums deep into you. He soon goes limp on top of you, his forearm holding him up as not to crush you. You pant as you look at the ceiling above you, the sudden feeling of panic in your chest overtaking. That was incredibly inappropriate. You used less-than-ladylike language, you’d called him by his name. You’d marked his back. You were sure Lady Jessica would have your head –

You both let out a groan as he pulls out of you, and you feel your combined fluids drip out of you. You’re about to apologise to him but you let out a loud gasp as Leto grabs the back of your thighs and practically folds you in half before pushing his fingers into your wet and sensitive pussy. You’re gasping and you’re about to question him but the words fall flat on your tongue, seeing how strongly he’s staring at you.

“Do not move,” he demands of you.

You nod your head at him. “Yes, your Grace.”

He gives you a small grin, his fingers moving just that much deeper into you, causing a small moan to escape your lips. “I think, now, you can call me Leto. We are married, after all.”

[nevsluvr]

🪞— cruel summer; give me a character(s) and scenario, nsfw or sfw, and i’ll make some headcanons for it.

paul atreides being a hard!dom? <3

❥ would 100% bend u over any surface available

❥ mostly a hard!dom when he’s stressed and feels out of control of any external like family situation

❥ when you are the one that pissed him off, most definitely fuck your face with absolutely no mercy

❥ he knows if u act bratty just by speaking through gritted teeth he’ll have you on your knees already submitting to him in seconds

❥ you rolled ur eyes at him? hell probably slap ur ass till it’s crimson red

❥ that look he gives when he’s pissed off😵‍💫😵‍💫

❥ into toys and loves to overstimulate u

❥ gets so cocky when you’re writhing and whining under him

❥ has a ’sir’ kink

❥ if u don’t look at him like he ordered u to, he’ll probably fuck u even harder to pull ur attention back to him

❥ definitely into hair pulling, either way is fucking amazing bc ngl it’s hot as fuck

❥ best aftercare ever tho, so soft and gentle

❥ gets in the tub w you to help you wash yourself better :(

[starlightsuffered]

Watch Your Mouth

Info - a bit of sexism, hard Dom Timothée, degrading, multicum, overstim, choking, finger sucking, no after care, humiliation kink, rough sex, technically shower sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

I couldn't believe I'd beaten Timothée Chalamet at basket ball. He was so tall it was nearly a miracle.

"Loser, T, I, M, M, Y, who is the idiot who let the ball get by," | teased.

"Shut up," he growled. He looked very angry. I knew he would never say he was ashamed he'd lost to a girl, but he was surely thinking that.

"Make me Chalamet," I retorted.

"Oh I fucking will," he snarled finally. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Making you," he snapped. He put me down in the shower room. He shoved me up against the wall. I heard the squeak of the knob and water began to pour over me. I was about to shout at him when I felt my shorts ripped down.

"Timothée," I said and my voice was more whiny than l'd anticipated. I heard him chuckle darkly. That's when I felt the tip of his cock rubbing my entrance.

"If you want to run your mouth, say you want my cock," he said seductively.

"I-I-"

"Yeah? What are you about to say baby girl?" He asked.

"I want it," I said as I burned with shame. I felt the humiliation seep away as I felt him slowly push inside me.

"Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck!" I gasped. "You're so big!"

"Those are the words I want to hear," he said. He began to absolutely ram his cock inside me. I was gasping, my whole outfit being soaked.

"Not so cocky now when you're full of it are you?" He asked.

"I still won," | bit back. I could barely speak for pleasure. Timothée reached around and smacked my cunt. I yelped. He stuffed two long fingers in my mouth.

"Suck like the needy baby girl you are," he ordered. I suckled desperately. I was on fire with lust.

"You are gonna take my seed. You may be able to dribble a ball past me but l'm going to make this pussy dribble cum as you walk out of here," he whispered in my ear. I made whiny, lust filled, submissive noises, it was all I could do.

His cock was so good I couldn't even keep my eyes open. My kids kept fluttering shut as I was impaled over and over again. He reached places that had never been touched.

"You know I quite like shutting your bitch mouth up and dominating you like this," he said in my ear and then bit my lobe. I was panting. I didn't know how pleasure like this existed, I felt like I might explode.

"Mmmmmm!" | squealed as I felt my walls flutter. They were clenching his cock.

"You dirty little whore, you get off on the degrading don't you?" He asked.

"Mmmhmmm," | moaned. He snatched his fingers from my mouth and I wanted to cry. He anchored his hands around my neck as the water sluiced down us. He used his grip to propel him forward and deeper inside me. My tongue was lolling out of my mouth as I was fucked within an inch of my life.

I felt like jelly. I was just his toy, a way to get off. Why didn't I hate this? I love the pressure, the lack of control.

"You. Fucking. Little. Slut."

He punctuated each word with a thrust. I wanted his cum more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to hold it inside me and keep it forever.

"Please!" I managed to gasp. He let go of my neck and I was breathing hard. He twisted my ponytail around his hand and yanked me back. If stung in a wildly pleasurable way.

I felt myself fall over the edge again. My walls were clenching over and over. I was starting to get a bit overstimulated.

"Too much," I said weakly.

"It's not too much," he laughed. He kept slamming home. I was sure he must be bruising my cervix.

"Too big," | whimpered.

"Take it," he urged. However, he did stiffen his body so I could lean back against him as I was used. My head fell back on his shoulder. He used a large hand to force my mouth open. He spat inside my mouth and then shoved it shut so l would swallow.

"You're just a cocksleeve aren't you?" He asked as I moaned and tears filled my eyes from the intensity.

"Yes," sniffled.

"Say you love being used," he barked.

"I-I love to be used," I shuddered.

"That's it!" He grunted and then he was cumming. Thick ropes were filling me. I was so relieved that he'd stopped pumping and he'd actually given me his load that orgasmed as well. My knees gave out and he was holding me up as he released inside me. He pulled out with a wet sound and I dropped. I sat there on the shower floor leaking cum and feeling helpless.

"Watch your mouth next time," he said. He left me there under the beating stream.

[starlightsuffered]

Prey

Info - dom fem, cnc, dub con, a little knife play, kidnapping, hunting a human, blood licking, possessive dom, hard dom, pet play, pegging (rough), making someone addicted to you, leash and chains, stepping on someone’s crotch, some sweetness, sub male, mistress kink, prey sub

“Let me go!” Spat Duke Paul Atreides at my throne. I giggled almost sadistically. He’d been kidnapped days ago and he still had just as much anger and fight in him. He had to realise that he was no longer on Arakis. He was no Duke here.

The power of the voice did not work on me. My elite species had long ago mastered a way to become immune the Bene Gesserits powers.

“You really think you could just take over the world and only one group would oppose you? Little do you know we have been plotting for centuries as well. You have been worried about the Lions Duke, but also beware the sneaking, slithering viper.”

“Fancy speeches are for mindless masses,” Paul snarled.

“Really? I hear your voice holds quite the power,” I purred.

“Let me go!” Paul tried to use his powers once again. Nothing happened at all.

“Nice try,” I said in a sing song tone. Paul was glaring at me with emerald shards. I waved to my guards. They clamped the metal collar around Paul’s neck. I was handed the chain.

I began to pull with a grin. Paul was yanked forward. He was pulled towards me. I loved the way he crawled. He was utterly under my control. Finally, he was where I needed him to be; kneeling before me.

“Beg to be let go,” I whispered. “Say I am the true superior in this universe.”

“Never,” Paul snarled.

“Oh little puppy,” I simpered. I put my finger under his chin to lift his gaze to me.

“Mmmm.”

Both our eyes widened at the sound seemed to echo through the room. I think only Paul and I had actually heard it but it had been deafening to us. Paul had whimpered.

“Oh precious boy,” I cooed now. He looked scared, but I’d wager he was scared of how he would react and not the things I was doing.

“Does everyone expect you to be a big strong leader? All those people follow you around like you’re a God; you don’t want to be a God do you? No, you like this power being stolen from you. You like to follow. Isn’t that tight little one.”

“Mistress,” he gulped. It was the first time he’d called me by what my subjects did. Up until now it had all been “scum”, “dirt”, or “worm”. I was breaking him.

“Kiss my boot,” I whispered in his ear.

“N-No,” his voice trembled.

“Oh Paul,” I tutted. I let my tongue slither out. I licked a slow stripe from his chin to his ear. He let out a shaky breath.

“Come on, don’t you want to worship me instead?” I asked him.

“I-I, I have a duty,” he gritted out.

“Can’t even leaders have little pleasures?” I asked as I stood up. I placed my booted foot over his crotch and pressed down.

His eyes inadvertently rolled back into his head. He let out a low groan. I felt his cock grow hard and throb.

“That’s it, submit to me,” I coaxed.

“N-no, I c-can’t,” He said, easing his head proudly. He tried to sit up straighter but this only pressed his aching cock more harshly against my boot.

“Ohhh,” he sucked in a breath.

“Oh fine Paul,” I sighed. I removed my foot and I saw his eyes go soft with need. I smirked and turned away from him. I picked up my knife gracefully.

“Guards, take him to the escape gate,” I ordered.

I heard the chains and the murmers od confusion. The gates were opened. Paul was held at the opening like a hunting fox who hadn’t been given the signal.

“What is happening?” Paul asked.

“I’ll give you a five minute head start,” I said in a sickly sweet voice.

“Wait what?” Paul demanded.

“Guards, unchain the emperor.”

“Holy fuck,” Paul rasped.

“Three, two, one….. go!”

I turned slightly to see the slight of a man pounding off into the distance. I flipped my glass and sand timer. I watched the graduals slip downwards.

“Mistress,” questioned a guard.

“Silence,” I boomed.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Here I come,” I grinned as the last speck of sand dropped down.

I raced out of the room. My hyper sensitive senses could hear his breathing and smell his sweat. I loved hunting prey, especially prey that was so pretty.

Sending him off with a boner was smart of me. He was dazed and his blood was confused. I could tell he was still a bit turned on by this whole scenario, as was I.

“Oh Paul,” I taunted.

He screeched to a halt. He turned this way and that. The poor boy had been told he was special for too long. He’d relied too much on his god status and here he was nothing.

“Where are you?” He called. He was trying to figure out which way to go.

“Everywhere,” I giggled.

“Bitch,” he said under his breath, but I couldn’t hear it. He didn’t seem to know just how much of a predator I was.

He began to run again. I threw a stick that way. He went sprawling on the floor of the forest. He was cursing and groaning. He turned over and tried to assess his surroundings again.

“What are you doing? What is the meaning of this?” He cried out.

“I call it…. Playing with my food,” I said slowly.

“Fuck.”

I pounced. I tackled Paul to the ground and pinned him under me. He was panting as he looked up at me. I did what he probably least expected. I crashed my lips to his.

He made a muffled sound, but he was kissing back. Our mouths moved together but mine dominated his. I ran my teeth over his bottom lip. He whined, and I smiled smugly.

“Such an innocent little Duke,” I purred.

“M’not innocent,” he gasped. I just laughed as I made quick work of his pants.

“I’ve done things you could never dream of,” he tried again. All his bravado faded away as I blew some air on his now exposed hole.

“Mistress!” He squirmed.

“That’s it boy, just submit. You were made to be prey after all. Let me reduce you to pieces,” I told him as I now worked on my pants.

“I can’t, what would my father say? What would my mother say? What would- oh!”

I’d ran the tip of my strap over his hole all while massaging his hip bones. I smiled as his eyes struggled to stay open at the euphoric feeling.

“Come on bunny, let the wolf have a taste yeah?” I crooned.

“I can’t, I-I.”

I was pushing the head in. I slowly plunged the length into him. While I did this I raised his legs. He was accepting it even if his fingers clawed at the dirt. His small noises told me it felt good, better than anything he’d been exposed to. Finally, I had him in a mating press.

He looked weak and submissive as his knees were pressed against his chest. My strap was nearly all the way inside him. One of my hands was working on spreading his ass cheeks, the other was gripping his rock hard cock.

“Mistress, it’s touching something. It feels good,” he whispered.

“That’s your prostate little lamb,” I snickered. “So knowledgable about everything except how to make this tight little body feel good.”

I started with one thrust and he moaned. I felt the special piece touch my clit. I began to pump in and out wildly.

“Oh, oh, oh, s’too much, oh mistress,” he whined and squirmed. He was such a pretty sight.

I held my knife to his neck. I smirked as I bit his skin. He was panting as I kept bucking into him.

“Don’t struggle my little trapped lamb, I just want a taste,” I demanded of him. I sliced a small part of his neck. I attached myself to his throat and completely owned him. He was mine. I had his blood in my mouth, my strap in his ass. I had cornered, captured, and defeated him. My prey was completely mine, and now he was fully giving into pleasure.

I pulled out and he whined in protest. I turned him over and bit one of his cute cheeks. I watched as a dribble of precum left his cock. He was so bad at hiding his arousal.

“Please, take me again,” he said in a small voice.

“That’s it, I’ll get you addicted to me,” I laughed as I slammed home. He squealed like a small animal. I chuckled again. I held his hips and began to thrust again.

“Oh yes, oh baby, what a tight ass you have,” I praised. To my surprise he pushed his ass up higher. I stuffed myself deeper.

“Oh fuck, ohhh fuck,” he gasped. His fingers were again grasping at nothing.

“Look at you, dripping everywhere,” I hummed as I smacked his leaking member. “Messy dog.”

“I can’t help it,” he panted. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Slut,” I cooed. I yanked on his cock now, milking it for all I was worth. I completely let go to my pleasure. I let my dominance encompass me. I was jerking his dick, slamming into his ass, and making animalistic noises.

“Oh fuck yes!” I growled possessively. I felt my orgasm begin. I was just rocking and pumping inside him as stars sparkled before my eyes. Bliss was flaming in my veins. He was whining and squirming and crying out as I felt him shoot his seed. He was trying to push against my hand and back onto my strap at the same time.

“Alight,” I said in a satisfied breath. I slapped his spent ass as I pulled out. He collapsed on the ground. He was a mess of cum and sweat.

“You’re free to go Duke Atreides,” I allowed.

“Go?” He asked in a submissive voice.

“Yes, go,” I nodded. I stood up and stretched. His eyes were on my breasts and my large strap.

“What if I don’t wanna go yet,” he said, looking down as his shrinking but still sticky cock.

“You don’t wanna go baby?” I asked in a sweet voice.

“Mm no,” he shook his head.

“Okay Little Duke, come with me,” I said. I clicked a collar around his neck. He obediently walked back with me on all fours, looking up at me with admiration. The bunny entered the wolf’s den willingly.