#paul atreides is a FREAK
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meltedheartz · 8 months ago
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yan!paul atreides is such a freak :(
you’re one of the emperor’s kids, introduced as his daughter despite insisting you’re a boy. you’re so pretty in his eyes :((
he loves you sm, presses kisses on your face, hands in yours, all gentle and adoring :(((
but you know for a fact there’s an underlying, deep obsession that he has with you under all that tenderness.
paul follows you like a lost puppy — constantly lingering around like he’s your second shadow
is he apologetic? not at all! he needs to make sure you’re safe at all times!! even when he’s out and about, too busy to watch you himself
‘course, the aloof idiot gives you all sorts of gifts. he buys you flowers, clothes, food, and anything you’re even remotely interested in, despite you not needing all of it :(
how else are you gonna end up dependent on him and solely him! he has to prove he can properly take care of you, duh.
not to mention how whenever he’s near you, he’s callin’ you dumb things. his pretty boy, his star, his fucking everything.
it should be unsettling — but you’ve been around him long enough to be used to it! it’s all good!!
paul also loves to visit you. a lot. stays for a few days, talks with you, does any and everything he can possibly do with you.
nd when the weirdo seeks to become the emperor? shit, best believe you’re the best candidate for that.
he does everything in his power to make it happen. and fuck, does he make it a reality, forces fate, changes his and your path when he’s wed to you :(
paul’s starin’ at you like you’re the only person in the room, clinging to you like he wants to never let go.
and paul really, really doesn’t wanna let go of you. not ever.
so when he ends up alone with you? no one else around, everyone gone home or elsewhere?
he immediately falls to his knees and takes off all your attire, pressing kisses on your tummy, all the down to your cunt.
the entire time, he’s drooling all over you, lickin’ and sucking while praising you.
“you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
“all mine now, yeah? yeahhh, that’s it.”
“you gotta loosen up if you want me to put a baby in you, y’know. can you do that for me?”
he makes you cum all over his fingers, knuckle deep inside of your cunny with hearts in his eyes.
it’s the way he talks to you — praising you all nice nd sweetly despite the filthy words he’s saying :(
when he’s done, paul licks his fingers and stands up. he came in his pants twice just from tasting you, how many times is he gonna cum when he’s inside?
the thought has you shuddering.
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autismmydearwatson · 7 months ago
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Every time I watch Dune I forget about it but I'm foaming at the mouth over how Paul has a vision of himself as a powerful, respected, divine figure with millions worshipping him and he just says "Somebody help me"
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the-gom-jabbar · 8 months ago
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sonnendeathiccur · 8 months ago
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cant believe frank herbert was a homophobe but then wrote paul atreides and Feyd-Rautha and made them have a fucked up soulmates trope like ok??? welcome to the future, where paul will get pregnant if I, and my other freaks, want to
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0bticeo · 7 months ago
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currently thinking about a situation in which paul atreides (pre spice agony/dark messiah) and feyd rautha end up stuck in the desert with no other means of survival than trusting the enigmatic figure of the wanderer.
you, lone fremen, sharper than the na baron's blade, with an uncanny ability to predict when things are about to go awry.
you, deeeeeeply tired of their antics, who just want to sleep without waking up to two dead bodies. shenanigans ensue because no feyd, this is worm territory - what do you mean you want to see a worm. what do you MEAn
(could add a sprinkle of sexual tension and imperial political machinations)
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wulfhalls · 8 months ago
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they hate them for their joint slay and their ability to forsee the Horrors (and also pauls cunt ass cloak of debauchery and despotism)
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drrav3nb · 7 months ago
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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET as Paul Muad'Dib Atreides DUNE: PART TWO (dir. Denis Villeneuve)
I am Paul Muad'Dib Atreides, Duke of Arrakis. The Hand of God be my witness, I am the Voice of the Outer World! I will lead you to paradise!
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keefechambers · 7 months ago
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DUNE pt. 2 + kisses
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reythemandalor · 6 months ago
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Why is this giving Paul/Feyd— *gets shot and dragged out of the room*
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eatsleepfortrepeat · 5 months ago
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Dune is just the story of a white boy being gassed up too hard
Like Paul atreides is the DEFINITION of go white boy go
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dreamsndmadness · 8 months ago
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Feyd’s eyes jump around the room, alighting on each occupant, cataloging the different expressions: fear, shock, disbelief, anger. He flickers briefly to his uncle, prostrate on the floor. He looks like a giant bug, completely stunned at its predicament, pinned to a board, starting to understand that death is imminent.
It is for all of us.
The Emperor and his imposing daughter clutch at each other, processing the sounds outside with fatalistic rationality. The Sardaukar circle them in what Feyd is sure will inevitably be an ineffectual manner. The tension in the air is thick enough to choke on. Screams and the grating of weapons are loud outside the solid door.
Feyd waits like the rest, pacing back and forth, mind scrambling, thinking of possibilities, heart pounding harder as the noise draws nearer. Wondering how much longer they have. How they will do it. If they will make it last, make it hurt. Ringing every last drop of pain out of them all before letting them collapse to the ground, flopping at the feet of this Muad’dib. Will it please him to see them that way? Undoubtedly.
When the doors finally open, dust and Fremen spill inside, easily overpowering the Sardaukar that put up a fight. One figure stands out from the rest who fall back deferentially as he appears. This is him then? Muad’dib isn’t the hulking brute he was expecting, body slight under the layers of his stillsuit and cloak. His face is shielded, but his movements have the fluidity of youth. Not what he pictured.
Despite his appearance, his presence is undeniable. The whole room holds their breath as he strides deeper inside, casting the Emperor an unimpressed look before climbing the stairs towards his uncle. Muad’dib stands over him, Fremen knife in his gloved hand, staring down at him. Feyd watches avidly as the man’s chest heaves, knife poised and ready as he bends down. Quick and brutal, he penetrates his uncle's fleshy neck, leaning close to whisper something in his ear.
Feyd can feel his breaths coming fast and light out of his open mouth, eyes devouring the rich red blood spilling from his uncle’s prone body. Like an animal on a butcher block, vulnerable and weak. Feyd curls his fingers into his palms, inching forward to get a better look. To try and catch a glimpse of his uncle’s terrified eyes. He can hear the blood pounding in his ears, body fizzling with excitement.
Muad’dib confidently walks towards their group. He’s still too far away to pick up too many details, but Feyd can make out his Fremen blue eyes, shining bright with violence. The man speaks sharply to his soldiers, command clear in his voice despite the unfamiliar words. Feyd watches eagerly as he turns and walks confidently away, barely registering as the Fremen dispatch the Sardaukar, and order the prisoners to walk.
The cells they take them to are comfortable enough. He can hear a few sounds of despair from his terrified neighbors. Pathetic. They wait, anticipation and anxiety heavy in their prison. However, Muad’dib does not return to pass judgment as the night continues. When Feyd closes his eyes, he can conjure an image of him in his mind, blood dripping from his knife, wild anger in his blue eyes. He shoves his hand into his pants, squeezing his cock as he thinks about kneeling at the man’s feet. Thinks about his own blood choking him as Muad’dib draws the knife across his neck with loving slowness.
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Feyd’s POV of his uncle’s murder.
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meltedheartz · 8 months ago
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thinking about how weird yandere!paul atreides would be ..
he's such a freak. an absolute weirdo around you, all lingering eyes and adoring smiles flashed your way.
paul knows you think he's a little off. a little too touchy with you, following you around like a lost puppy... you don't get it. he doesn't think you would, but he also doesn't quite care.
it's in the way he stares at you, albeit from a distance. the way he smiles. how he speaks to you. how he acts. all of it is a little unsettling, in plenty of ways.
after all, you're a boy... in the eyes of other people of course.
in your defense, you never bothered to reveal you aren't biologically a guy. no one asked! no one cared! no one thought about it! you passed so naturally, it was better to just blend.
you're rugged in all sorts of ways.
when you were nothing but a child, you'd climb atop of things you shouldn't have, you'd fight the other boys with fists and teeth, not hesitating to wield a sword or gun and join battle.
certainly, your parents fully believed you were the outcast of the family. the black sheep, the freak, the one they'd stash under the stairs to hide you from the world.
it got real bad when you cut your hair and would wrap fabric around your chest just to make sure you looked more masculine in the eyes of many. surely, you were crazy? you had to have been. going out in public like that — when you're supposed to be their precious daughter, their darling baby they'd dress in ribbons and bows, all sorts of jewelry.
you weren't really interested in those things... you like fighting. you like who you are. it's so much more comfortable, you feel so much safer.
until paul atreides comes around.
when you two first met, it was cordial. he kept a distance, despite being stony faced, he'd smiled at you and offered his name, asking for yours.
the two of you shake hands, professional and solely there for business. until you're sent to arrakis, and, well, it goes sideways.
he starts following you like a stray on the street... so eager to be near you, to feel the warmth of your scarred, rough hands; to stare at you and admire all the gashes and beatings you've received from your battles.
and it's just.. ugh. you hate it. you feel like you're being stalked everywhere you go, asking him dumb questions like, "shouldn't you be with chani??" "you don't have anything to be tending too, at the moment...?" "ah, are you sure you want to watch me spar and train? surely you have elsewhere to be." it irks him, just a little bit. ever since paul had locked eyes with you, his visions changed.
would he ever say what he saw? mm, maybe not. wouldn't want to scare you off!
but until he does make those visions a reality, he'll watch you from a distance. evaluate just why he sees children that look like the perfect mix of you and himself, why he sees so many different variations of wedding rings, why he sees you sleeping beside him in bed as he dreams.
just... until then. paul swears he'll make it a reality.
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thepalerimitation · 7 months ago
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You know that Batman comic about how the Batman recreates the chemical that Joker fell in and then tests it on himself and proves that it wasn’t the chemicals, the Joker is just Like That.
I reeaaaaallly want a non atreides person to try the Water of Life because I know the former Mother was weird and shit but Jessica was chasing kids and Paul went on an lsd bender. I just want the proof that the Water of Life didn’t do SHIT, they’re just insane.
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yzuposts · 7 months ago
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he Feyd on my Rautha till I Harkonnen
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eggo-tistical · 8 months ago
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never did i ever expect to be sketching timmy chalamet but this is the timeline we’re in!
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bayoubodycount · 7 months ago
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I don't know..but when Feyd Rautha realized he'd be fighting Paul Atreides in a duel and Paul wasn't backing down, Feyd looked at him like he was a F*$k, Marry, Kill buffet which was all kinds of disturbingly hot🥵
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