Summary : After a series of training sessions with Paul to teach him how to fight properly, he acts in a way that is going to have serious consequences.
What you heard was right, Paul learned quick. For a young man living in such a protective environment he could adapt almost immediately and had an excellent ability to analyze and process information. After a few hours of training he already seemed infinitely more at ease with melee weapons and the slight awkwardness of the first lessons vanished.
"Strike twice," you instructed.
He obeyed, never questioning your orders. You could tell he was getting tired and that the lesson should get shortened soon but you appreciated how resilient he was. It changed from most of the powerful families you got the opportunity to serve. Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica seemed to be truly deserving your respect on the way they raised him. That fact in particular relaxed your mind about Arrakis. You took the best decision of your life by following this House to this desperate but oh so precious fireball.
"Alright. Stop there."
"What ? But I've barely started ?"
You warned him with a quick stern look making shut his mouth before examining your own blade with your back turned to the heir. It definitely needed to get sharpened. What would you look like with such a useless weapon if the Fremens decided to attack Paul ?
"I know. But you sound tired. I need your mind to be as awake and alert as it can be. We stop the practice there and we'll do a little theory for next time."
After wiping the sweat off his forehead he followed you silently to a table surrounded by two chairs face to face. Your confident footsteps brought you to your destination faster, but you had to acknowledge that he still had some decent stamina for somebody debuting the serious phase.
"Fight with bare hands," you stated while showing him his chair.
"I do understand its importance," he replied with some hesitation, "but am I going to learn it with you or will Gurney be there as well ?"
"Why would you want him to be there and not me ?"
Your dry question made him feel clearly uncomfortable as he shifted on his chair without adverting his eyes.
"I would feel guilty if I had to it with a woman. To punch you or hurt you in any way."
"As touching and nice that sounds, that precise point is a massive flaw. Female spies exist. Female assassins exist. Some poison, some stab, some punch, some break necks, some use firearms, some manipulate. I won't get too much into details but for example I got formed to know most of those techniques. The day a Fremen - or any female wanting your death or the one of your family - stabs the Duke, will you politely ask her to stop it ?"
That thought woke something up in Paul, something catching your interest. He seemed suddenly more focused and determined, as if ready to fight right now.
"I will do what is needed," he answered almost aggressively.
"Good. But you have to start from somewhere. I want you to be as effective as possible. You need to be aware of your surroundings at all time as we've seen already. No matter if the people surrounding you are men or women. I know we tend not to pay much attention to women in these circumstances - even I sometimes - but don't let them fool you. Get accustomed to this possibility that one day you'll maybe have to do it. And don't feel guilty about it. It can make a serious difference between life and death."
Lessons after lessons, he improved and not only in his fighting skills. Obviously he blocked your attacks more easily after the fifth lesson but his confidence also reached a new peak - even making him involved proactively. Whenever you asked him to give new ideas, to ask questions, he sounded eager to learn. In some way, to please. This was how you managed to get a grip on his attention. Paul needed clear indications and would advance by himself from there. Instead of most of the men and women you had instructed who worked strictly on orders and discipline, this young man also required praises to boost his confidence. You had to explain more, to find an angle that echoed in him. His family constituted a useful tool for this part of your job.
"So, let's imagine me trying to stab you there."
With a sudden motion of your wrist the blade almost reached Paul's neck, the shield protecting him activating right before you could actually injure him. He barely shifted, and you recognized some defiance in his hazel eyes, some disdain even. You liked it, he had the right attitude as long as he didn't let his newly found confidence get on his path.
"What would you do," you asked sternly.
"I don't know." He stated.
"You don't ?"
What you hadn't anticipated was the sudden kick in your leg that made you flinch. Fortunately you recovered fast enough to block his attack but lost your knife. Your experience on the battlefield soon brought you all the advantage you needed and after a few blows you chuckled at his distressed groan as he landed on his back against the floor. Paul got the reflex to try to get up but was nowhere near as fast as you to stop you from straddling him, your knife back in your hand and close to his throat.
"Interesting choice," you acknowledged as he panted.
"Was it good ?"
"I admit you got me. Not sure it would work with an actual assassin though. But congratulations."
Despite the obvious discomfort he was in with your weight over him and the thick layer of sweat trapping his curls on his forehead, he flashed a large smile. A second of silence later you got up, cracking your ankles that into some weird angle in your actions unknowingly to you. No need for him to know he almost injured you, he would feel conflicted between pride and guilt for the rest of his days.
"Where have you learned that," the heir asked.
"Fight ?"
He shook his head before standing before you, his hand busy getting some damp hair out of his sight as he looked down at you with a respect you finally got used to coming from him.
"I meant… the way you counterattacked before straddling your opponents. I guess it must not work in every cases. Only… only when you don't fight against people that are heavier and stronger than you, or that wear armors."
"Well it's something I learned like any other soldier and we keep on training like others even after getting promoted. It's basic really. But you are right when you say it's not always possible. Even if I managed to push Duncan over I doubt I could slit his throat open. He'd deserve it sometimes but don't tell him."
He chuckled as you tapped his chest once in a rare playful gesture. It felt good to release some tension when there was no need for any, only for focus. After all the bound you created with Paul after only a few lessons sounded pretty encouraging.
"Do you think I learn fast enough?"
"Paul. What did I say about your insecurities?"
The young Atreides mumbled something, clearly embarrassed by your question.
"I know I partially create that pressure on myself but I can't stop thinking that I should always learn faster. You are an excellent tutor and I would never thank you enough for your help, but what if the problem was me?"
The simplicity of his compliment warmed your heart but you did your best to hide your smile. No need to become his friend, it would break that dynamic between you.
"There is no problem there. You are a great student there. Also I got echoes that you pay more attention to your surroundings now, even during your free time. It's good to know. You are young and you need to learn well before learning quick. And in your case, you do both. You can't demand for more when you can't do more."
"Do you really think so?"
A fake slap made him step back, his hand grabbing your wrist firmly and even tugging on you to make you lose your balance. Shocked, he turned himself into a statue with an open mouth as you sent him a mischievous grin.
"See? You trust me and yet you are able to react quick enough to stop an attack. Don't underestimate your skills. Keep on training them. It's like muscles."
The weird atmosphere settling in made your grin drop and for once you were a little slow to anticipate his actions, but the second you felt his nose brushing against yours you opened your eyes wide. You felt the Atreides heir lock his lips to yours, a relieved sigh leaving his before leaving a sloppy kiss.
You jolted backwards under his terrified gaze as your wrath found its way out of your body with a moderately restrained punch in his shoulder that almost made him hiccup.
"What were you even thinking idiot?"
"I-I'm sorry I don't know what happened," he stuttered with fear and shame written all over his face.
"Get out of here, end of the session. No question, no word, nothing. Get out."
In less than ten seconds he was out, grabbing his clothes without changing in the nearby room and a blind hasted bowing in your direction on his way to the door. You couldn't believe it.
On the same night you stood in the Duke's office, sitting before his desk as he stared at you with a curious expression.
"But I thought you wanted to confront him about this idea and it was a great argument" he started.
"I did. But the thing is… he doesn't feel comfortable with the idea of having to injure a woman badly. I do think that Gurney or Duncan would be better for the next lessons. I managed to create some trust between us but he gets stuck."
The Duke's gaze didn't falter as you could feel his attempt to find out something. Maybe the slight edge in your voice as you did your best not to give the son away to his father. No matter the outcome you doubted it would be beneficial on this planet where everyone and everything wanted their death.
"Are you sure you want it," he asked.
After a short hesitation marked by your eyes lowering for a few seconds, you answered.
"It's necessary for his own good."
Leto narrowed his eyes and sat up, his elbows on the desk as he rested his bearded chin on the back of his hands.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Nothing sir."
"Have you received any pressure from Fremens?"
"No sir. I simply try to do my best to help your son."
"Is there something involving the Harkonnens?"
"No sir. As I said it's only a question of well-being for your son."
"Are you sure of that or are you trying to convince yourself? It doesn't sound like you to repeat your arguments in such a way."
Humiliation made you tear up as you lowered your head. The Duke stood up as somebody knocks gently on his door. Wordlessly, he rested a hand on your shoulder to apply a slight pressure before telling the person to come in.
"Paul? Is everything alright?"
The worried question made you turn your head. It was never good to hear Leto Atreides worried about something and certainly not about his son. He had all the rights to sound like it however as you witnessed the young face turning pale as a ghost when he saw you. The heir straightened his stance.
"Uh… no Father. I'm alright. I wanted to talk to you but I can wait."
"Is this about your training?"
The son gulped down audibly before nodding. The Duke couldn't decide who to watch and instead chose to close the door and interrogate the both of you with a stern glare.
"What is going on with you two? I am being serious there, if you received threats you have to tell me."
A quick attempt to open your mouth without letting your nausea win later, you let Paul speak.
"I kissed her without her consent during our last lesson."
It was more a breathless squeal that actual words, but it received the deadliest glare Leto could launch, to the point where you lowered your head and felt your whole body straightening up as you expected a powerful slap.
"What did you say my son," asked the Duke between his gritted teeth.
"I kissed her without her consent."
Paul sounded about to get sick, and in a way you couldn't blame him. Feeling his fear was one thing, but having to witness the absolute bitterness in his father's voice felt terrible. Knowing his love for his family it felt like the world crumbled under his feet, even more than for you after the assault.
"What have you done," the father asked with even more disgust.
"I kissed her without her consent Father."
"By the gods. Is that true?"
Guessing this question asked in disbelief was directed to you, you nodded. Today was the first time you heard Leto swear out loud but the most disturbing was the unruly rage behind it.
"What do you think you are to act like that, Paul," he snarled, "when could you think that there would be no consequences to your actions?"
"I don't know Father, I don't know what happened I…"
"Please do not tell the same lies that all the ones that have done that and even worse repeat over and over again. Don't play that game with me young man."
"I don't know I felt it would… I don't know we were training and I… I don't know how to explain myself there is nothing that can excuse my actions."
"Exactly."
You jolted as Paul suddenly appeared before you, standing as you remained sat after his father pushed him unceremoniously towards you. He gestured towards you without adverting his eyes from his son who chose to kneel before you and lower his head.
"I apologize for what I've done to you. I know you won't accept my words, I needed you to hear them. I accept the sanctions that are going to be decided, whether they come from you or my father."
Speechless, you blinked a few times to force yourself to anchor to the real word instead of the weird dizziness that started to put your muscles into a bizarre slumber you didn't expect.
"I…"
You turned to the Duke that softened his face a little once turned towards you. Your dry throat wouldn't let any precise word out.
"I accept your apology but I demand a tutor change as well as a favor: if this happen once more I want you to get sanctioned severely."
"It will be done," started the Duke, "you can count on me personally as well as on his mother."
Paul got paler as if this was even possible at this point and right after he dared to look up at his father, the latter nodded as a warning and wide open eyes.
"I do guarantee you that your mother is going to hear about it tonight Paul. And you will be there when this happens, and all the next times as well."
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Thank you for reading! It's different from what I usually write but I hope you appreciated it in some way. Please comment and reblog if you liked it ! ☺️
Summary : After a series of training sessions with Paul to teach him how to fight properly, he acts in a way that is going to have serious consequences.
What you heard was right, Paul learned quick. For a young man living in such a protective environment he could adapt almost immediately and had an excellent ability to analyze and process information. After a few hours of training he already seemed infinitely more at ease with melee weapons and the slight awkwardness of the first lessons vanished.
"Strike twice," you instructed.
He obeyed, never questioning your orders. You could tell he was getting tired and that the lesson should get shortened soon but you appreciated how resilient he was. It changed from most of the powerful families you got the opportunity to serve. Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica seemed to be truly deserving your respect on the way they raised him. That fact in particular relaxed your mind about Arrakis. You took the best decision of your life by following this House to this desperate but oh so precious fireball.
"Alright. Stop there."
"What ? But I've barely started ?"
You warned him with a quick stern look making shut his mouth before examining your own blade with your back turned to the heir. It definitely needed to get sharpened. What would you look like with such a useless weapon if the Fremens decided to attack Paul ?
"I know. But you sound tired. I need your mind to be as awake and alert as it can be. We stop the practice there and we'll do a little theory for next time."
After wiping the sweat off his forehead he followed you silently to a table surrounded by two chairs face to face. Your confident footsteps brought you to your destination faster, but you had to acknowledge that he still had some decent stamina for somebody debuting the serious phase.
"Fight with bare hands," you stated while showing him his chair.
"I do understand its importance," he replied with some hesitation, "but am I going to learn it with you or will Gurney be there as well ?"
"Why would you want him to be there and not me ?"
Your dry question made him feel clearly uncomfortable as he shifted on his chair without adverting his eyes.
"I would feel guilty if I had to it with a woman. To punch you or hurt you in any way."
"As touching and nice that sounds, that precise point is a massive flaw. Female spies exist. Female assassins exist. Some poison, some stab, some punch, some break necks, some use firearms, some manipulate. I won't get too much into details but for example I got formed to know most of those techniques. The day a Fremen - or any female wanting your death or the one of your family - stabs the Duke, will you politely ask her to stop it ?"
That thought woke something up in Paul, something catching your interest. He seemed suddenly more focused and determined, as if ready to fight right now.
"I will do what is needed," he answered almost aggressively.
"Good. But you have to start from somewhere. I want you to be as effective as possible. You need to be aware of your surroundings at all time as we've seen already. No matter if the people surrounding you are men or women. I know we tend not to pay much attention to women in these circumstances - even I sometimes - but don't let them fool you. Get accustomed to this possibility that one day you'll maybe have to do it. And don't feel guilty about it. It can make a serious difference between life and death."
Lessons after lessons, he improved and not only in his fighting skills. Obviously he blocked your attacks more easily after the fifth lesson but his confidence also reached a new peak - even making him involved proactively. Whenever you asked him to give new ideas, to ask questions, he sounded eager to learn. In some way, to please. This was how you managed to get a grip on his attention. Paul needed clear indications and would advance by himself from there. Instead of most of the men and women you had instructed who worked strictly on orders and discipline, this young man also required praises to boost his confidence. You had to explain more, to find an angle that echoed in him. His family constituted a useful tool for this part of your job.
"So, let's imagine me trying to stab you there."
With a sudden motion of your wrist the blade almost reached Paul's neck, the shield protecting him activating right before you could actually injure him. He barely shifted, and you recognized some defiance in his hazel eyes, some disdain even. You liked it, he had the right attitude as long as he didn't let his newly found confidence get on his path.
"What would you do," you asked sternly.
"I don't know." He stated.
"You don't ?"
What you hadn't anticipated was the sudden kick in your leg that made you flinch. Fortunately you recovered fast enough to block his attack but lost your knife. Your experience on the battlefield soon brought you all the advantage you needed and after a few blows you chuckled at his distressed groan as he landed on his back against the floor. Paul got the reflex to try to get up but was nowhere near as fast as you to stop you from straddling him, your knife back in your hand and close to his throat.
"Interesting choice," you acknowledged as he panted.
"Was it good ?"
"I admit you got me. Not sure it would work with an actual assassin though. But congratulations."
Despite the obvious discomfort he was in with your weight over him and the thick layer of sweat trapping his curls on his forehead, he flashed a large smile. A second of silence later you got up, cracking your ankles that into some weird angle in your actions unknowingly to you. No need for him to know he almost injured you, he would feel conflicted between pride and guilt for the rest of his days.
"Where have you learned that," the heir asked.
"Fight ?"
He shook his head before standing before you, his hand busy getting some damp hair out of his sight as he looked down at you with a respect you finally got used to coming from him.
"I meant… the way you counterattacked before straddling your opponents. I guess it must not work in every cases. Only… only when you don't fight against people that are heavier and stronger than you, or that wear armors."
"Well it's something I learned like any other soldier and we keep on training like others even after getting promoted. It's basic really. But you are right when you say it's not always possible. Even if I managed to push Duncan over I doubt I could slit his throat open. He'd deserve it sometimes but don't tell him."
He chuckled as you tapped his chest once in a rare playful gesture. It felt good to release some tension when there was no need for any, only for focus. After all the bound you created with Paul after only a few lessons sounded pretty encouraging.
"Do you think I learn fast enough?"
"Paul. What did I say about your insecurities?"
The young Atreides mumbled something, clearly embarrassed by your question.
"I know I partially create that pressure on myself but I can't stop thinking that I should always learn faster. You are an excellent tutor and I would never thank you enough for your help, but what if the problem was me?"
The simplicity of his compliment warmed your heart but you did your best to hide your smile. No need to become his friend, it would break that dynamic between you.
"There is no problem there. You are a great student there. Also I got echoes that you pay more attention to your surroundings now, even during your free time. It's good to know. You are young and you need to learn well before learning quick. And in your case, you do both. You can't demand for more when you can't do more."
"Do you really think so?"
A fake slap made him step back, his hand grabbing your wrist firmly and even tugging on you to make you lose your balance. Shocked, he turned himself into a statue with an open mouth as you sent him a mischievous grin.
"See? You trust me and yet you are able to react quick enough to stop an attack. Don't underestimate your skills. Keep on training them. It's like muscles."
The weird atmosphere settling in made your grin drop and for once you were a little slow to anticipate his actions, but the second you felt his nose brushing against yours you opened your eyes wide. You felt the Atreides heir lock his lips to yours, a relieved sigh leaving his before leaving a sloppy kiss.
You jolted backwards under his terrified gaze as your wrath found its way out of your body with a moderately restrained punch in his shoulder that almost made him hiccup.
"What were you even thinking idiot?"
"I-I'm sorry I don't know what happened," he stuttered with fear and shame written all over his face.
"Get out of here, end of the session. No question, no word, nothing. Get out."
In less than ten seconds he was out, grabbing his clothes without changing in the nearby room and a blind hasted bowing in your direction on his way to the door. You couldn't believe it.
On the same night you stood in the Duke's office, sitting before his desk as he stared at you with a curious expression.
"But I thought you wanted to confront him about this idea and it was a great argument" he started.
"I did. But the thing is… he doesn't feel comfortable with the idea of having to injure a woman badly. I do think that Gurney or Duncan would be better for the next lessons. I managed to create some trust between us but he gets stuck."
The Duke's gaze didn't falter as you could feel his attempt to find out something. Maybe the slight edge in your voice as you did your best not to give the son away to his father. No matter the outcome you doubted it would be beneficial on this planet where everyone and everything wanted their death.
"Are you sure you want it," he asked.
After a short hesitation marked by your eyes lowering for a few seconds, you answered.
"It's necessary for his own good."
Leto narrowed his eyes and sat up, his elbows on the desk as he rested his bearded chin on the back of his hands.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Nothing sir."
"Have you received any pressure from Fremens?"
"No sir. I simply try to do my best to help your son."
"Is there something involving the Harkonnens?"
"No sir. As I said it's only a question of well-being for your son."
"Are you sure of that or are you trying to convince yourself? It doesn't sound like you to repeat your arguments in such a way."
Humiliation made you tear up as you lowered your head. The Duke stood up as somebody knocks gently on his door. Wordlessly, he rested a hand on your shoulder to apply a slight pressure before telling the person to come in.
"Paul? Is everything alright?"
The worried question made you turn your head. It was never good to hear Leto Atreides worried about something and certainly not about his son. He had all the rights to sound like it however as you witnessed the young face turning pale as a ghost when he saw you. The heir straightened his stance.
"Uh… no Father. I'm alright. I wanted to talk to you but I can wait."
"Is this about your training?"
The son gulped down audibly before nodding. The Duke couldn't decide who to watch and instead chose to close the door and interrogate the both of you with a stern glare.
"What is going on with you two? I am being serious there, if you received threats you have to tell me."
A quick attempt to open your mouth without letting your nausea win later, you let Paul speak.
"I kissed her without her consent during our last lesson."
It was more a breathless squeal that actual words, but it received the deadliest glare Leto could launch, to the point where you lowered your head and felt your whole body straightening up as you expected a powerful slap.
"What did you say my son," asked the Duke between his gritted teeth.
"I kissed her without her consent."
Paul sounded about to get sick, and in a way you couldn't blame him. Feeling his fear was one thing, but having to witness the absolute bitterness in his father's voice felt terrible. Knowing his love for his family it felt like the world crumbled under his feet, even more than for you after the assault.
"What have you done," the father asked with even more disgust.
"I kissed her without her consent Father."
"By the gods. Is that true?"
Guessing this question asked in disbelief was directed to you, you nodded. Today was the first time you heard Leto swear out loud but the most disturbing was the unruly rage behind it.
"What do you think you are to act like that, Paul," he snarled, "when could you think that there would be no consequences to your actions?"
"I don't know Father, I don't know what happened I…"
"Please do not tell the same lies that all the ones that have done that and even worse repeat over and over again. Don't play that game with me young man."
"I don't know I felt it would… I don't know we were training and I… I don't know how to explain myself there is nothing that can excuse my actions."
"Exactly."
You jolted as Paul suddenly appeared before you, standing as you remained sat after his father pushed him unceremoniously towards you. He gestured towards you without adverting his eyes from his son who chose to kneel before you and lower his head.
"I apologize for what I've done to you. I know you won't accept my words, I needed you to hear them. I accept the sanctions that are going to be decided, whether they come from you or my father."
Speechless, you blinked a few times to force yourself to anchor to the real word instead of the weird dizziness that started to put your muscles into a bizarre slumber you didn't expect.
"I…"
You turned to the Duke that softened his face a little once turned towards you. Your dry throat wouldn't let any precise word out.
"I accept your apology but I demand a tutor change as well as a favor: if this happen once more I want you to get sanctioned severely."
"It will be done," started the Duke, "you can count on me personally as well as on his mother."
Paul got paler as if this was even possible at this point and right after he dared to look up at his father, the latter nodded as a warning and wide open eyes.
"I do guarantee you that your mother is going to hear about it tonight Paul. And you will be there when this happens, and all the next times as well."
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Thank you for reading! It's different from what I usually write but I hope you appreciated it in some way. Please comment and reblog if you liked it ! ☺️
Bit nervous to ask but, if you could is it possible you could write a Trans FTM!Reader x Paul Atreides smut fic ? I'm mostly looking for a plot where the reader is super self-conscious about their body and Paul is being a supportive husband and it starts out with soft and gentle smut but quickly turns rough and stuff <3 (and if it's okay to also request, can there be something related to breeding in there). If you can't then I understand but if you can then it would be greatly appreciated <3
I'm sorry for the time it took me to write this, I had a lack of inspiration for fics in general.
Hope you like it ! :D
Unchanged (18+)
Paul Atreides x FTM!Reader
Content : smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, allusion to anal sex, trans reader, dirty talk, dom!Paul, angst, fluff.
Around 3k words
Paul couldn't care less about people's opinion as long as it didn't endanger anyone near him. The problem was when his loved ones started to endanger themselves. Not that it reached a turning point about you, but it still worried him. Nevertheless he did'n't like to talk openly about it. It tended to turn into some unsolvable drama in your couple for several days. But was there any choice remaining when you would frown at your own reflection ?
“You know you look pretty like this.” He commented quietly.
His attempt only deepened the frown on your face as you turned around to stare at your reflection in more detail but he got used to it.
“I don't know Paul. I don't know. It would certainly look better if it was someone else looking like that.”
“Are you accusing me of getting blinded by love?”
Perhaps you would prefer him acting more childishly and dramatic at least in private? Who knew. Nothing succeeded and that couldn't hurt you.
“I don't doubt I might look good for you and but I don't good for myself. Look at that mess!” You exclaimed as you groped your own breasts barely visible under your nightgown. “Look at that !”
“I like them.” He mumbled uncertainly.
“Well. I don't. And today it's even worse than usual.”
It was painful to see you disliking that body Paul got several opportunities to fell in love with, however the most disturbing for him was to picture the inner debate you had had for so long when you couldn't talk about it all to anyone. Of course himself had some complexes about some parts of his own body, but it sounded a thousand times worse for you. He was a powerful man but had limits on what he could do, and using the Voice on you wouldn't solve anything.
“Come here my dove.”
The young Atreides embraced you from behind and this time even got the right to press a gentle kiss on your cheek as his arms snked around you softly. The large fabrics masking your feminine shape started toshow some of your hips and he loosened his grip immediately not to make things worse.
“I love you dearly.” he commented as he crossed your defeated gaze in the mirror.
“I know Paul, and I love you too. Thanks for supporting me despite my... mood swings,” you sighed.
“Isn't it the proof we were made to live together?”
“Would you still want me if I changed?”
“I thought someone knew my answer already?” He taunted you before kissing the top of your head.
The first chuckle in a few weeks erupted from your lips and the heir peppered butterfly kisses all over the right side of your neck as your hand reached his hair to grab them gently.
“So handsome,” he muttered between two slight pressures.
The day he found out you preferred to be gendered as a male, he felt almost weirded out. He never thought this kind of thing would have to be taken into consideration from the very person he fell head over heel for. Would it have happened to a friend, a subordinate, a servant, a foreign diplomat then nothing would have changed at all for him. But now that he knew that every little sentences meant from the bottom of his heart could have hurt you in your every day life and even in bed... so he decided to reappropriate this intimacy he thought to be lost between you, and started to use more masculine terms to talk about you. In private only for now as he doubted many would appreciate this unplanned turn of events and his position was still too fragile to lose support, but he did his best to use more neutral expressions in public. From his “wife” you became his “partner in life”, you remained his dove as as he made you notice there were male doves as well and quite frankly this was his favorite nickname for you and wouldn't get rid off it under any pretext. Sometimes he failed but you never really got mad at him for this, after all when it was still a dark secret for you you always felt the need to emphasize how feminine you were. You gave him time to accommodate just like he did let some time to reveal the truth he felt suspicious about.
“How can you want me that much ?” You moaned as he nibbled on your throat.
“You are hot, considerate, strong-willed... did I say hot ?”
“Strong-willed but still unable to stop complaining every two seconds.”
His hands and long fingers started to lift your nightgown up slowly as you eyed your legs up and down with a slight grimace before feeling him caressing your smooth skin in a loving gesture.
“I really like them you know,” he whispered, “I would never let you talk badly about yourself. I am against all kind of injustice in this world and against that injustice in particular.”
“No wonder you are so good at politics, you talk too well for everyone's good my love.”
“Is it working ?”
“You always find a way naughty bastard,” you chuckled.
Relieved by your lightened mood and distracted by the underwear he could feel at the tip of his fingers, Paul pressed his crotch harder against you. He had absolutely no idea of what he would do of the love he hold for the thought of impregnating you. That was precisely what afraid him to no end when came the moment you admitted your little secret. What would happen the day he would get you pregnant – if this worked – and how would you live with it ? No conversation had ever led the both of you so far and he remained afraid of the potential consequences, so for now, he made sure to make the unknown last for as long as possible.
“Call me naughty bastard once more and I will make sure you understand that insulting the new Duke is a bad idea.”
A slight pinch to his heart didn't stop him from refocusing on you. The thought of his lost father shouldn't undermine the importance of his couple and how to solidify it even more. For himself, for you, for Caladan, and for the universe. He had great ambitions, and one of them was to make you a child. And if that child was to be born, then he would make sure that this child received as much love as he receivd himself. This was the best thing he could do to honor his father's wish for this House and family.
“Hm. Make me understand then because you remain a naughty bastard using useless and empty threats,” you said as you pouted.
As soon as his hand found your entrance he smiled at your reflection. All wet for him and him only, and even hating on your own body it didn't stop your from looking at his ministrations with interest, even withdrawing that nightgown to reveal all of your bare skin of not for the underwear getting soiled.
“Now that's really hot of you but you remain to be punished,” he commented.
He loved your breasts and sadly you would never understand it fully. They would be smaller or bigger it would be the same.
“Please do. I might deserve some reminder.”
For someone so insecure you did know a thing or two about how to arouse him, starting with your buttocks rubbing a little against his needy crotch.
Paul was not the kind of man that liked wasting his time, so he cupped your breast with his free hand to pinch the erected nipple, sucked on your throat and inserted a finger inside you. If you were to be punished he would do it gladly.
“Paul I swear,” you chuckled breathlessly, “I don't understand how you can love it that much.”
“Don't swear little brat, I expected you to be a good girl in the past and now you are going to act like a good boy, do you get it ?”
At the brutal goosebumps that shook your whole body enough to make you press against him, he deduced that you indeed loved it.
“Shhh Paul, don't start that hard,” you moaned.
“Then be a good boy for me if you can,” he cooed next to your ear.
“Hmm, I don't know. I might be able to do that.”
“Then do it by lying down on our bed. Face against the blanket.”
“Not even a please ?”
He spanked you pretty hard before turning you around forcefully, his laugh barely repressed as you let a genuine laugh out.
“Not even a please for me. That's an order.”
“As you wish sir.”
Still fully dressed in his night outfit, Paul was feeling hot, enough for him to need to take his large white shirt off as he watched you kneeling on the edge of the bed, already knowing the position he was waiting for. He only had to watch you as he undid his pants as you exposed your bare and arched back to him, your wet entrance showing between your legs.
“Good gi-boy, see ? You're hot enough for this.
It felt so good to simply rub his leaking and pulsating shaft against your buttocks. It's been a long time without having you this way. Insecurities didn't make it easy to express his love in a more physical way. Then when he rubbed it against your wetness ? It felt like heaven. His instincts pushed him to thrust inside you mercilessly and without even preparing you just so you could get his seed. He really wanted that. But at the same time he had no will to rush it.
“Such a good boy for me. Good boy,” he praised gently as he listened to the filthy sounds.
“Please Paul I need it.”
You sure did as your body started to clenched around nothing. There was something fascinating in holding his cock so close to your hole and seeing it more than ready to close around it to keep it inside of you. His soft tip harassed your impatient flesh glistening under the light, poking where it wanted to go to tease that sensitive spot. Paul made sure to press it on the side, enough for you to feel it without it entering you yet.
“Bastard,” you whined.
And what about that tiny hole above, exposed to him and still completely unviolated? He thought about it a pair of times. Despite not being made for that use originally... it seemed to be plaesant to penetrate according to some dirty discussions between some soldiers coming back to their barracks. But that was for prostitutes right ? And that would hurt if he got it right. But at the same time if one day you expressed your wish to change your body completely... that would bea reliable option.
“Paul, what are you doing, it's right there!” you complained while staring at him from above your bare shoulder.
Maybe one day he would have to forget that feminine face he loved, and your voice too. And your hair. And your shape. The woman he fell in love with wouldn't exist anymore. Same as for that wet pussy he loved to caress and kiss. Everything would change. This current you would be part of his past, like all the happy memories that remained linked to Caladan.
Finally he penetrated you, your hot moan erasing the tears that started to form in his eyes. He watched you pressing your head against the mattress, and his features hardened as some anger arose in him. He hated getting stuck in the past after all those sufferings. He loved you and would still love you despite his fears. He would give you a child, or children, and if you wanted to look like a man then you would and all those that would want you to perish would perish under his reign.
“Didn't know such a good boy could turn into such a beggar,” he whispered loudly.
That anger wasn't directed to you but remained fueled by that sexual desire now that your tightness welcomed his shaft. His hands held your hips, grabbing your flesh to make sure you would understand that you were his. He would leave marks there, and how loudly you would moan for him.
Once, twice, three times, four times, his skin started to slap against yours at a regular rhythm as he listened to the bed creaking under his motions. Then several other times as he closed his eyes to engrave that moment in his memory. He had never been more determined to be rough with you in bed or even in general but it was getting stronger than him.
“Paul, it fels so good already how are you do...” you breathed out.
“Shut up and be a good boy like I ordered.”
“Yes sir sorry sir,” you squealed.
A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as he slammed inside you even harder, his stare barely veiled by the few dark curls falling over his forehead. What a pleasure to see and feel your ass briefly rubbing against him at each thrust. He really wanted to have access to it next time. He was now staring at it, one of his hands still on your hips getting closer to it as his thoughts started to derail completely. It felt feverish to have so much control over you after weeks spent at listening you complaining all the time helplessly. You may be hating your body right now but it wasn't impossible for him to make you love what it could feel.
“A beggar, and now a bitch.”
Never before would he have allowed himself to say such things but now knowing you liked it he had no interest in stopping.
“I'm close Paul, I'm so close,” you panted.
“I feel it.”
He spread your asscheeks with his hand, his eyes unsure of where to focus. The view of his wet shaft sliding in and out was as amazing as every other time but now that he pulled a little on your flesh it also opened your other hole just a tiny bit, enough to make him fantasize harder about it. He would never last long enough to get the chance to enter it but he could find something, and he chose to rub his right thumb in your wetness then all over your swollen clit.
As you came with a feverish convulsion that made him moan loudly, his thumb started to rub your anus. This confused you as he could hear in the middle of a pleasured scream, but it didn't stop him as he kept on thrusting inside you.
“Paul please please please,” you pleaded in a moan muffled by the blanket, “please yes right there spit there.”
Deep down he remained a simple man and obeyed. His thumb pressed on the side of the hole just a little, enough for his saliva to enter it. Your head emerged from the covers with a chuckle.
“It feels so weird.”
It took him a few seconds to feel that part of you by rubbing his thumb insistantly, opening it up just enough for his spit to finally get inside you. However that would be all that would enter you from there as he felt himself coming deep in your pussy, his whole body tensing up as he let his orgasm take him over.
He wasn't over yet with that new little fantasy. Now that he would potentially impregnate you soon, he took his shaft out of you to direct it to your buttocks and with a satisfied smile, watched a few drops leaking onto the small hole he managed to stimulate all to briefly.
“Paul?” You questioned him as you tried to kneel up onto the mattress.
“Stay still,” he demanded.
He hummed as he witnessed your hips trying to get away as his seed started to enter you from there.
“Are you being serious now,” you exclaimed with a laugh, “I'm not against it but tell me what you want.”
“Can't have enough of your ass you know it.”
This wasn't a defeat. Next time or a bit later he would get it the way he wanted. Apparently it was something you wanted to try as well so... who knew ?
Bit nervous to ask but, if you could is it possible you could write a Trans FTM!Reader x Paul Atreides smut fic ? I'm mostly looking for a plot where the reader is super self-conscious about their body and Paul is being a supportive husband and it starts out with soft and gentle smut but quickly turns rough and stuff <3 (and if it's okay to also request, can there be something related to breeding in there). If you can't then I understand but if you can then it would be greatly appreciated <3
I'm sorry for the time it took me to write this, I had a lack of inspiration for fics in general.
Hope you like it ! :D
Unchanged (18+)
Paul Atreides x FTM!Reader
Content : smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, allusion to anal sex, trans reader, dirty talk, dom!Paul, angst, fluff.
Around 3k words
Paul couldn't care less about people's opinion as long as it didn't endanger anyone near him. The problem was when his loved ones started to endanger themselves. Not that it reached a turning point about you, but it still worried him. Nevertheless he did'n't like to talk openly about it. It tended to turn into some unsolvable drama in your couple for several days. But was there any choice remaining when you would frown at your own reflection ?
“You know you look pretty like this.” He commented quietly.
His attempt only deepened the frown on your face as you turned around to stare at your reflection in more detail but he got used to it.
“I don't know Paul. I don't know. It would certainly look better if it was someone else looking like that.”
“Are you accusing me of getting blinded by love?”
Perhaps you would prefer him acting more childishly and dramatic at least in private? Who knew. Nothing succeeded and that couldn't hurt you.
“I don't doubt I might look good for you and but I don't good for myself. Look at that mess!” You exclaimed as you groped your own breasts barely visible under your nightgown. “Look at that !”
“I like them.” He mumbled uncertainly.
“Well. I don't. And today it's even worse than usual.”
It was painful to see you disliking that body Paul got several opportunities to fell in love with, however the most disturbing for him was to picture the inner debate you had had for so long when you couldn't talk about it all to anyone. Of course himself had some complexes about some parts of his own body, but it sounded a thousand times worse for you. He was a powerful man but had limits on what he could do, and using the Voice on you wouldn't solve anything.
“Come here my dove.”
The young Atreides embraced you from behind and this time even got the right to press a gentle kiss on your cheek as his arms snked around you softly. The large fabrics masking your feminine shape started toshow some of your hips and he loosened his grip immediately not to make things worse.
“I love you dearly.” he commented as he crossed your defeated gaze in the mirror.
“I know Paul, and I love you too. Thanks for supporting me despite my... mood swings,” you sighed.
“Isn't it the proof we were made to live together?”
“Would you still want me if I changed?”
“I thought someone knew my answer already?” He taunted you before kissing the top of your head.
The first chuckle in a few weeks erupted from your lips and the heir peppered butterfly kisses all over the right side of your neck as your hand reached his hair to grab them gently.
“So handsome,” he muttered between two slight pressures.
The day he found out you preferred to be gendered as a male, he felt almost weirded out. He never thought this kind of thing would have to be taken into consideration from the very person he fell head over heel for. Would it have happened to a friend, a subordinate, a servant, a foreign diplomat then nothing would have changed at all for him. But now that he knew that every little sentences meant from the bottom of his heart could have hurt you in your every day life and even in bed... so he decided to reappropriate this intimacy he thought to be lost between you, and started to use more masculine terms to talk about you. In private only for now as he doubted many would appreciate this unplanned turn of events and his position was still too fragile to lose support, but he did his best to use more neutral expressions in public. From his “wife” you became his “partner in life”, you remained his dove as as he made you notice there were male doves as well and quite frankly this was his favorite nickname for you and wouldn't get rid off it under any pretext. Sometimes he failed but you never really got mad at him for this, after all when it was still a dark secret for you you always felt the need to emphasize how feminine you were. You gave him time to accommodate just like he did let some time to reveal the truth he felt suspicious about.
“How can you want me that much ?” You moaned as he nibbled on your throat.
“You are hot, considerate, strong-willed... did I say hot ?”
“Strong-willed but still unable to stop complaining every two seconds.”
His hands and long fingers started to lift your nightgown up slowly as you eyed your legs up and down with a slight grimace before feeling him caressing your smooth skin in a loving gesture.
“I really like them you know,” he whispered, “I would never let you talk badly about yourself. I am against all kind of injustice in this world and against that injustice in particular.”
“No wonder you are so good at politics, you talk too well for everyone's good my love.”
“Is it working ?”
“You always find a way naughty bastard,” you chuckled.
Relieved by your lightened mood and distracted by the underwear he could feel at the tip of his fingers, Paul pressed his crotch harder against you. He had absolutely no idea of what he would do of the love he hold for the thought of impregnating you. That was precisely what afraid him to no end when came the moment you admitted your little secret. What would happen the day he would get you pregnant – if this worked – and how would you live with it ? No conversation had ever led the both of you so far and he remained afraid of the potential consequences, so for now, he made sure to make the unknown last for as long as possible.
“Call me naughty bastard once more and I will make sure you understand that insulting the new Duke is a bad idea.”
A slight pinch to his heart didn't stop him from refocusing on you. The thought of his lost father shouldn't undermine the importance of his couple and how to solidify it even more. For himself, for you, for Caladan, and for the universe. He had great ambitions, and one of them was to make you a child. And if that child was to be born, then he would make sure that this child received as much love as he receivd himself. This was the best thing he could do to honor his father's wish for this House and family.
“Hm. Make me understand then because you remain a naughty bastard using useless and empty threats,” you said as you pouted.
As soon as his hand found your entrance he smiled at your reflection. All wet for him and him only, and even hating on your own body it didn't stop your from looking at his ministrations with interest, even withdrawing that nightgown to reveal all of your bare skin of not for the underwear getting soiled.
“Now that's really hot of you but you remain to be punished,” he commented.
He loved your breasts and sadly you would never understand it fully. They would be smaller or bigger it would be the same.
“Please do. I might deserve some reminder.”
For someone so insecure you did know a thing or two about how to arouse him, starting with your buttocks rubbing a little against his needy crotch.
Paul was not the kind of man that liked wasting his time, so he cupped your breast with his free hand to pinch the erected nipple, sucked on your throat and inserted a finger inside you. If you were to be punished he would do it gladly.
“Paul I swear,” you chuckled breathlessly, “I don't understand how you can love it that much.”
“Don't swear little brat, I expected you to be a good girl in the past and now you are going to act like a good boy, do you get it ?”
At the brutal goosebumps that shook your whole body enough to make you press against him, he deduced that you indeed loved it.
“Shhh Paul, don't start that hard,” you moaned.
“Then be a good boy for me if you can,” he cooed next to your ear.
“Hmm, I don't know. I might be able to do that.”
“Then do it by lying down on our bed. Face against the blanket.”
“Not even a please ?”
He spanked you pretty hard before turning you around forcefully, his laugh barely repressed as you let a genuine laugh out.
“Not even a please for me. That's an order.”
“As you wish sir.”
Still fully dressed in his night outfit, Paul was feeling hot, enough for him to need to take his large white shirt off as he watched you kneeling on the edge of the bed, already knowing the position he was waiting for. He only had to watch you as he undid his pants as you exposed your bare and arched back to him, your wet entrance showing between your legs.
“Good gi-boy, see ? You're hot enough for this.
It felt so good to simply rub his leaking and pulsating shaft against your buttocks. It's been a long time without having you this way. Insecurities didn't make it easy to express his love in a more physical way. Then when he rubbed it against your wetness ? It felt like heaven. His instincts pushed him to thrust inside you mercilessly and without even preparing you just so you could get his seed. He really wanted that. But at the same time he had no will to rush it.
“Such a good boy for me. Good boy,” he praised gently as he listened to the filthy sounds.
“Please Paul I need it.”
You sure did as your body started to clenched around nothing. There was something fascinating in holding his cock so close to your hole and seeing it more than ready to close around it to keep it inside of you. His soft tip harassed your impatient flesh glistening under the light, poking where it wanted to go to tease that sensitive spot. Paul made sure to press it on the side, enough for you to feel it without it entering you yet.
“Bastard,” you whined.
And what about that tiny hole above, exposed to him and still completely unviolated? He thought about it a pair of times. Despite not being made for that use originally... it seemed to be plaesant to penetrate according to some dirty discussions between some soldiers coming back to their barracks. But that was for prostitutes right ? And that would hurt if he got it right. But at the same time if one day you expressed your wish to change your body completely... that would bea reliable option.
“Paul, what are you doing, it's right there!” you complained while staring at him from above your bare shoulder.
Maybe one day he would have to forget that feminine face he loved, and your voice too. And your hair. And your shape. The woman he fell in love with wouldn't exist anymore. Same as for that wet pussy he loved to caress and kiss. Everything would change. This current you would be part of his past, like all the happy memories that remained linked to Caladan.
Finally he penetrated you, your hot moan erasing the tears that started to form in his eyes. He watched you pressing your head against the mattress, and his features hardened as some anger arose in him. He hated getting stuck in the past after all those sufferings. He loved you and would still love you despite his fears. He would give you a child, or children, and if you wanted to look like a man then you would and all those that would want you to perish would perish under his reign.
“Didn't know such a good boy could turn into such a beggar,” he whispered loudly.
That anger wasn't directed to you but remained fueled by that sexual desire now that your tightness welcomed his shaft. His hands held your hips, grabbing your flesh to make sure you would understand that you were his. He would leave marks there, and how loudly you would moan for him.
Once, twice, three times, four times, his skin started to slap against yours at a regular rhythm as he listened to the bed creaking under his motions. Then several other times as he closed his eyes to engrave that moment in his memory. He had never been more determined to be rough with you in bed or even in general but it was getting stronger than him.
“Paul, it fels so good already how are you do...” you breathed out.
“Shut up and be a good boy like I ordered.”
“Yes sir sorry sir,” you squealed.
A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as he slammed inside you even harder, his stare barely veiled by the few dark curls falling over his forehead. What a pleasure to see and feel your ass briefly rubbing against him at each thrust. He really wanted to have access to it next time. He was now staring at it, one of his hands still on your hips getting closer to it as his thoughts started to derail completely. It felt feverish to have so much control over you after weeks spent at listening you complaining all the time helplessly. You may be hating your body right now but it wasn't impossible for him to make you love what it could feel.
“A beggar, and now a bitch.”
Never before would he have allowed himself to say such things but now knowing you liked it he had no interest in stopping.
“I'm close Paul, I'm so close,” you panted.
“I feel it.”
He spread your asscheeks with his hand, his eyes unsure of where to focus. The view of his wet shaft sliding in and out was as amazing as every other time but now that he pulled a little on your flesh it also opened your other hole just a tiny bit, enough to make him fantasize harder about it. He would never last long enough to get the chance to enter it but he could find something, and he chose to rub his right thumb in your wetness then all over your swollen clit.
As you came with a feverish convulsion that made him moan loudly, his thumb started to rub your anus. This confused you as he could hear in the middle of a pleasured scream, but it didn't stop him as he kept on thrusting inside you.
“Paul please please please,” you pleaded in a moan muffled by the blanket, “please yes right there spit there.”
Deep down he remained a simple man and obeyed. His thumb pressed on the side of the hole just a little, enough for his saliva to enter it. Your head emerged from the covers with a chuckle.
“It feels so weird.”
It took him a few seconds to feel that part of you by rubbing his thumb insistantly, opening it up just enough for his spit to finally get inside you. However that would be all that would enter you from there as he felt himself coming deep in your pussy, his whole body tensing up as he let his orgasm take him over.
He wasn't over yet with that new little fantasy. Now that he would potentially impregnate you soon, he took his shaft out of you to direct it to your buttocks and with a satisfied smile, watched a few drops leaking onto the small hole he managed to stimulate all to briefly.
“Paul?” You questioned him as you tried to kneel up onto the mattress.
“Stay still,” he demanded.
He hummed as he witnessed your hips trying to get away as his seed started to enter you from there.
“Are you being serious now,” you exclaimed with a laugh, “I'm not against it but tell me what you want.”
“Can't have enough of your ass you know it.”
This wasn't a defeat. Next time or a bit later he would get it the way he wanted. Apparently it was something you wanted to try as well so... who knew ?
Bit nervous to ask but, if you could is it possible you could write a Trans FTM!Reader x Paul Atreides smut fic ? I'm mostly looking for a plot where the reader is super self-conscious about their body and Paul is being a supportive husband and it starts out with soft and gentle smut but quickly turns rough and stuff <3 (and if it's okay to also request, can there be something related to breeding in there). If you can't then I understand but if you can then it would be greatly appreciated <3
I'm sorry for the time it took me to write this, I had a lack of inspiration for fics in general.
Hope you like it ! :D
Unchanged (18+)
Paul Atreides x FTM!Reader
Content : smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, allusion to anal sex, trans reader, dirty talk, dom!Paul, angst, fluff.
Around 3k words
Paul couldn't care less about people's opinion as long as it didn't endanger anyone near him. The problem was when his loved ones started to endanger themselves. Not that it reached a turning point about you, but it still worried him. Nevertheless he did'n't like to talk openly about it. It tended to turn into some unsolvable drama in your couple for several days. But was there any choice remaining when you would frown at your own reflection ?
“You know you look pretty like this.” He commented quietly.
His attempt only deepened the frown on your face as you turned around to stare at your reflection in more detail but he got used to it.
“I don't know Paul. I don't know. It would certainly look better if it was someone else looking like that.”
“Are you accusing me of getting blinded by love?”
Perhaps you would prefer him acting more childishly and dramatic at least in private? Who knew. Nothing succeeded and that couldn't hurt you.
“I don't doubt I might look good for you and but I don't good for myself. Look at that mess!” You exclaimed as you groped your own breasts barely visible under your nightgown. “Look at that !”
“I like them.” He mumbled uncertainly.
“Well. I don't. And today it's even worse than usual.”
It was painful to see you disliking that body Paul got several opportunities to fell in love with, however the most disturbing for him was to picture the inner debate you had had for so long when you couldn't talk about it all to anyone. Of course himself had some complexes about some parts of his own body, but it sounded a thousand times worse for you. He was a powerful man but had limits on what he could do, and using the Voice on you wouldn't solve anything.
“Come here my dove.”
The young Atreides embraced you from behind and this time even got the right to press a gentle kiss on your cheek as his arms snked around you softly. The large fabrics masking your feminine shape started toshow some of your hips and he loosened his grip immediately not to make things worse.
“I love you dearly.” he commented as he crossed your defeated gaze in the mirror.
“I know Paul, and I love you too. Thanks for supporting me despite my... mood swings,” you sighed.
“Isn't it the proof we were made to live together?”
“Would you still want me if I changed?”
“I thought someone knew my answer already?” He taunted you before kissing the top of your head.
The first chuckle in a few weeks erupted from your lips and the heir peppered butterfly kisses all over the right side of your neck as your hand reached his hair to grab them gently.
“So handsome,” he muttered between two slight pressures.
The day he found out you preferred to be gendered as a male, he felt almost weirded out. He never thought this kind of thing would have to be taken into consideration from the very person he fell head over heel for. Would it have happened to a friend, a subordinate, a servant, a foreign diplomat then nothing would have changed at all for him. But now that he knew that every little sentences meant from the bottom of his heart could have hurt you in your every day life and even in bed... so he decided to reappropriate this intimacy he thought to be lost between you, and started to use more masculine terms to talk about you. In private only for now as he doubted many would appreciate this unplanned turn of events and his position was still too fragile to lose support, but he did his best to use more neutral expressions in public. From his “wife” you became his “partner in life”, you remained his dove as as he made you notice there were male doves as well and quite frankly this was his favorite nickname for you and wouldn't get rid off it under any pretext. Sometimes he failed but you never really got mad at him for this, after all when it was still a dark secret for you you always felt the need to emphasize how feminine you were. You gave him time to accommodate just like he did let some time to reveal the truth he felt suspicious about.
“How can you want me that much ?” You moaned as he nibbled on your throat.
“You are hot, considerate, strong-willed... did I say hot ?”
“Strong-willed but still unable to stop complaining every two seconds.”
His hands and long fingers started to lift your nightgown up slowly as you eyed your legs up and down with a slight grimace before feeling him caressing your smooth skin in a loving gesture.
“I really like them you know,” he whispered, “I would never let you talk badly about yourself. I am against all kind of injustice in this world and against that injustice in particular.”
“No wonder you are so good at politics, you talk too well for everyone's good my love.”
“Is it working ?”
“You always find a way naughty bastard,” you chuckled.
Relieved by your lightened mood and distracted by the underwear he could feel at the tip of his fingers, Paul pressed his crotch harder against you. He had absolutely no idea of what he would do of the love he hold for the thought of impregnating you. That was precisely what afraid him to no end when came the moment you admitted your little secret. What would happen the day he would get you pregnant – if this worked – and how would you live with it ? No conversation had ever led the both of you so far and he remained afraid of the potential consequences, so for now, he made sure to make the unknown last for as long as possible.
“Call me naughty bastard once more and I will make sure you understand that insulting the new Duke is a bad idea.”
A slight pinch to his heart didn't stop him from refocusing on you. The thought of his lost father shouldn't undermine the importance of his couple and how to solidify it even more. For himself, for you, for Caladan, and for the universe. He had great ambitions, and one of them was to make you a child. And if that child was to be born, then he would make sure that this child received as much love as he receivd himself. This was the best thing he could do to honor his father's wish for this House and family.
“Hm. Make me understand then because you remain a naughty bastard using useless and empty threats,” you said as you pouted.
As soon as his hand found your entrance he smiled at your reflection. All wet for him and him only, and even hating on your own body it didn't stop your from looking at his ministrations with interest, even withdrawing that nightgown to reveal all of your bare skin of not for the underwear getting soiled.
“Now that's really hot of you but you remain to be punished,” he commented.
He loved your breasts and sadly you would never understand it fully. They would be smaller or bigger it would be the same.
“Please do. I might deserve some reminder.”
For someone so insecure you did know a thing or two about how to arouse him, starting with your buttocks rubbing a little against his needy crotch.
Paul was not the kind of man that liked wasting his time, so he cupped your breast with his free hand to pinch the erected nipple, sucked on your throat and inserted a finger inside you. If you were to be punished he would do it gladly.
“Paul I swear,” you chuckled breathlessly, “I don't understand how you can love it that much.”
“Don't swear little brat, I expected you to be a good girl in the past and now you are going to act like a good boy, do you get it ?”
At the brutal goosebumps that shook your whole body enough to make you press against him, he deduced that you indeed loved it.
“Shhh Paul, don't start that hard,” you moaned.
“Then be a good boy for me if you can,” he cooed next to your ear.
“Hmm, I don't know. I might be able to do that.”
“Then do it by lying down on our bed. Face against the blanket.”
“Not even a please ?”
He spanked you pretty hard before turning you around forcefully, his laugh barely repressed as you let a genuine laugh out.
“Not even a please for me. That's an order.”
“As you wish sir.”
Still fully dressed in his night outfit, Paul was feeling hot, enough for him to need to take his large white shirt off as he watched you kneeling on the edge of the bed, already knowing the position he was waiting for. He only had to watch you as he undid his pants as you exposed your bare and arched back to him, your wet entrance showing between your legs.
“Good gi-boy, see ? You're hot enough for this.
It felt so good to simply rub his leaking and pulsating shaft against your buttocks. It's been a long time without having you this way. Insecurities didn't make it easy to express his love in a more physical way. Then when he rubbed it against your wetness ? It felt like heaven. His instincts pushed him to thrust inside you mercilessly and without even preparing you just so you could get his seed. He really wanted that. But at the same time he had no will to rush it.
“Such a good boy for me. Good boy,” he praised gently as he listened to the filthy sounds.
“Please Paul I need it.”
You sure did as your body started to clenched around nothing. There was something fascinating in holding his cock so close to your hole and seeing it more than ready to close around it to keep it inside of you. His soft tip harassed your impatient flesh glistening under the light, poking where it wanted to go to tease that sensitive spot. Paul made sure to press it on the side, enough for you to feel it without it entering you yet.
“Bastard,” you whined.
And what about that tiny hole above, exposed to him and still completely unviolated? He thought about it a pair of times. Despite not being made for that use originally... it seemed to be plaesant to penetrate according to some dirty discussions between some soldiers coming back to their barracks. But that was for prostitutes right ? And that would hurt if he got it right. But at the same time if one day you expressed your wish to change your body completely... that would bea reliable option.
“Paul, what are you doing, it's right there!” you complained while staring at him from above your bare shoulder.
Maybe one day he would have to forget that feminine face he loved, and your voice too. And your hair. And your shape. The woman he fell in love with wouldn't exist anymore. Same as for that wet pussy he loved to caress and kiss. Everything would change. This current you would be part of his past, like all the happy memories that remained linked to Caladan.
Finally he penetrated you, your hot moan erasing the tears that started to form in his eyes. He watched you pressing your head against the mattress, and his features hardened as some anger arose in him. He hated getting stuck in the past after all those sufferings. He loved you and would still love you despite his fears. He would give you a child, or children, and if you wanted to look like a man then you would and all those that would want you to perish would perish under his reign.
“Didn't know such a good boy could turn into such a beggar,” he whispered loudly.
That anger wasn't directed to you but remained fueled by that sexual desire now that your tightness welcomed his shaft. His hands held your hips, grabbing your flesh to make sure you would understand that you were his. He would leave marks there, and how loudly you would moan for him.
Once, twice, three times, four times, his skin started to slap against yours at a regular rhythm as he listened to the bed creaking under his motions. Then several other times as he closed his eyes to engrave that moment in his memory. He had never been more determined to be rough with you in bed or even in general but it was getting stronger than him.
“Paul, it fels so good already how are you do...” you breathed out.
“Shut up and be a good boy like I ordered.”
“Yes sir sorry sir,” you squealed.
A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as he slammed inside you even harder, his stare barely veiled by the few dark curls falling over his forehead. What a pleasure to see and feel your ass briefly rubbing against him at each thrust. He really wanted to have access to it next time. He was now staring at it, one of his hands still on your hips getting closer to it as his thoughts started to derail completely. It felt feverish to have so much control over you after weeks spent at listening you complaining all the time helplessly. You may be hating your body right now but it wasn't impossible for him to make you love what it could feel.
“A beggar, and now a bitch.”
Never before would he have allowed himself to say such things but now knowing you liked it he had no interest in stopping.
“I'm close Paul, I'm so close,” you panted.
“I feel it.”
He spread your asscheeks with his hand, his eyes unsure of where to focus. The view of his wet shaft sliding in and out was as amazing as every other time but now that he pulled a little on your flesh it also opened your other hole just a tiny bit, enough to make him fantasize harder about it. He would never last long enough to get the chance to enter it but he could find something, and he chose to rub his right thumb in your wetness then all over your swollen clit.
As you came with a feverish convulsion that made him moan loudly, his thumb started to rub your anus. This confused you as he could hear in the middle of a pleasured scream, but it didn't stop him as he kept on thrusting inside you.
“Paul please please please,” you pleaded in a moan muffled by the blanket, “please yes right there spit there.”
Deep down he remained a simple man and obeyed. His thumb pressed on the side of the hole just a little, enough for his saliva to enter it. Your head emerged from the covers with a chuckle.
“It feels so weird.”
It took him a few seconds to feel that part of you by rubbing his thumb insistantly, opening it up just enough for his spit to finally get inside you. However that would be all that would enter you from there as he felt himself coming deep in your pussy, his whole body tensing up as he let his orgasm take him over.
He wasn't over yet with that new little fantasy. Now that he would potentially impregnate you soon, he took his shaft out of you to direct it to your buttocks and with a satisfied smile, watched a few drops leaking onto the small hole he managed to stimulate all to briefly.
“Paul?” You questioned him as you tried to kneel up onto the mattress.
“Stay still,” he demanded.
He hummed as he witnessed your hips trying to get away as his seed started to enter you from there.
“Are you being serious now,” you exclaimed with a laugh, “I'm not against it but tell me what you want.”
“Can't have enough of your ass you know it.”
This wasn't a defeat. Next time or a bit later he would get it the way he wanted. Apparently it was something you wanted to try as well so... who knew ?
Bit nervous to ask but, if you could is it possible you could write a Trans FTM!Reader x Paul Atreides smut fic ? I'm mostly looking for a plot where the reader is super self-conscious about their body and Paul is being a supportive husband and it starts out with soft and gentle smut but quickly turns rough and stuff <3 (and if it's okay to also request, can there be something related to breeding in there). If you can't then I understand but if you can then it would be greatly appreciated <3
I'm sorry for the time it took me to write this, I had a lack of inspiration for fics in general.
Hope you like it ! :D
Unchanged (18+)
Paul Atreides x FTM!Reader
Content : smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, allusion to anal sex, trans reader, dirty talk, dom!Paul, angst, fluff.
Around 3k words
Paul couldn't care less about people's opinion as long as it didn't endanger anyone near him. The problem was when his loved ones started to endanger themselves. Not that it reached a turning point about you, but it still worried him. Nevertheless he did'n't like to talk openly about it. It tended to turn into some unsolvable drama in your couple for several days. But was there any choice remaining when you would frown at your own reflection ?
“You know you look pretty like this.” He commented quietly.
His attempt only deepened the frown on your face as you turned around to stare at your reflection in more detail but he got used to it.
“I don't know Paul. I don't know. It would certainly look better if it was someone else looking like that.”
“Are you accusing me of getting blinded by love?”
Perhaps you would prefer him acting more childishly and dramatic at least in private? Who knew. Nothing succeeded and that couldn't hurt you.
“I don't doubt I might look good for you and but I don't good for myself. Look at that mess!” You exclaimed as you groped your own breasts barely visible under your nightgown. “Look at that !”
“I like them.” He mumbled uncertainly.
“Well. I don't. And today it's even worse than usual.”
It was painful to see you disliking that body Paul got several opportunities to fell in love with, however the most disturbing for him was to picture the inner debate you had had for so long when you couldn't talk about it all to anyone. Of course himself had some complexes about some parts of his own body, but it sounded a thousand times worse for you. He was a powerful man but had limits on what he could do, and using the Voice on you wouldn't solve anything.
“Come here my dove.”
The young Atreides embraced you from behind and this time even got the right to press a gentle kiss on your cheek as his arms snked around you softly. The large fabrics masking your feminine shape started toshow some of your hips and he loosened his grip immediately not to make things worse.
“I love you dearly.” he commented as he crossed your defeated gaze in the mirror.
“I know Paul, and I love you too. Thanks for supporting me despite my... mood swings,” you sighed.
“Isn't it the proof we were made to live together?”
“Would you still want me if I changed?”
“I thought someone knew my answer already?” He taunted you before kissing the top of your head.
The first chuckle in a few weeks erupted from your lips and the heir peppered butterfly kisses all over the right side of your neck as your hand reached his hair to grab them gently.
“So handsome,” he muttered between two slight pressures.
The day he found out you preferred to be gendered as a male, he felt almost weirded out. He never thought this kind of thing would have to be taken into consideration from the very person he fell head over heel for. Would it have happened to a friend, a subordinate, a servant, a foreign diplomat then nothing would have changed at all for him. But now that he knew that every little sentences meant from the bottom of his heart could have hurt you in your every day life and even in bed... so he decided to reappropriate this intimacy he thought to be lost between you, and started to use more masculine terms to talk about you. In private only for now as he doubted many would appreciate this unplanned turn of events and his position was still too fragile to lose support, but he did his best to use more neutral expressions in public. From his “wife” you became his “partner in life”, you remained his dove as as he made you notice there were male doves as well and quite frankly this was his favorite nickname for you and wouldn't get rid off it under any pretext. Sometimes he failed but you never really got mad at him for this, after all when it was still a dark secret for you you always felt the need to emphasize how feminine you were. You gave him time to accommodate just like he did let some time to reveal the truth he felt suspicious about.
“How can you want me that much ?” You moaned as he nibbled on your throat.
“You are hot, considerate, strong-willed... did I say hot ?”
“Strong-willed but still unable to stop complaining every two seconds.”
His hands and long fingers started to lift your nightgown up slowly as you eyed your legs up and down with a slight grimace before feeling him caressing your smooth skin in a loving gesture.
“I really like them you know,” he whispered, “I would never let you talk badly about yourself. I am against all kind of injustice in this world and against that injustice in particular.”
“No wonder you are so good at politics, you talk too well for everyone's good my love.”
“Is it working ?”
“You always find a way naughty bastard,” you chuckled.
Relieved by your lightened mood and distracted by the underwear he could feel at the tip of his fingers, Paul pressed his crotch harder against you. He had absolutely no idea of what he would do of the love he hold for the thought of impregnating you. That was precisely what afraid him to no end when came the moment you admitted your little secret. What would happen the day he would get you pregnant – if this worked – and how would you live with it ? No conversation had ever led the both of you so far and he remained afraid of the potential consequences, so for now, he made sure to make the unknown last for as long as possible.
“Call me naughty bastard once more and I will make sure you understand that insulting the new Duke is a bad idea.”
A slight pinch to his heart didn't stop him from refocusing on you. The thought of his lost father shouldn't undermine the importance of his couple and how to solidify it even more. For himself, for you, for Caladan, and for the universe. He had great ambitions, and one of them was to make you a child. And if that child was to be born, then he would make sure that this child received as much love as he receivd himself. This was the best thing he could do to honor his father's wish for this House and family.
“Hm. Make me understand then because you remain a naughty bastard using useless and empty threats,” you said as you pouted.
As soon as his hand found your entrance he smiled at your reflection. All wet for him and him only, and even hating on your own body it didn't stop your from looking at his ministrations with interest, even withdrawing that nightgown to reveal all of your bare skin of not for the underwear getting soiled.
“Now that's really hot of you but you remain to be punished,” he commented.
He loved your breasts and sadly you would never understand it fully. They would be smaller or bigger it would be the same.
“Please do. I might deserve some reminder.”
For someone so insecure you did know a thing or two about how to arouse him, starting with your buttocks rubbing a little against his needy crotch.
Paul was not the kind of man that liked wasting his time, so he cupped your breast with his free hand to pinch the erected nipple, sucked on your throat and inserted a finger inside you. If you were to be punished he would do it gladly.
“Paul I swear,” you chuckled breathlessly, “I don't understand how you can love it that much.”
“Don't swear little brat, I expected you to be a good girl in the past and now you are going to act like a good boy, do you get it ?”
At the brutal goosebumps that shook your whole body enough to make you press against him, he deduced that you indeed loved it.
“Shhh Paul, don't start that hard,” you moaned.
“Then be a good boy for me if you can,” he cooed next to your ear.
“Hmm, I don't know. I might be able to do that.”
“Then do it by lying down on our bed. Face against the blanket.”
“Not even a please ?”
He spanked you pretty hard before turning you around forcefully, his laugh barely repressed as you let a genuine laugh out.
“Not even a please for me. That's an order.”
“As you wish sir.”
Still fully dressed in his night outfit, Paul was feeling hot, enough for him to need to take his large white shirt off as he watched you kneeling on the edge of the bed, already knowing the position he was waiting for. He only had to watch you as he undid his pants as you exposed your bare and arched back to him, your wet entrance showing between your legs.
“Good gi-boy, see ? You're hot enough for this.
It felt so good to simply rub his leaking and pulsating shaft against your buttocks. It's been a long time without having you this way. Insecurities didn't make it easy to express his love in a more physical way. Then when he rubbed it against your wetness ? It felt like heaven. His instincts pushed him to thrust inside you mercilessly and without even preparing you just so you could get his seed. He really wanted that. But at the same time he had no will to rush it.
“Such a good boy for me. Good boy,” he praised gently as he listened to the filthy sounds.
“Please Paul I need it.”
You sure did as your body started to clenched around nothing. There was something fascinating in holding his cock so close to your hole and seeing it more than ready to close around it to keep it inside of you. His soft tip harassed your impatient flesh glistening under the light, poking where it wanted to go to tease that sensitive spot. Paul made sure to press it on the side, enough for you to feel it without it entering you yet.
“Bastard,” you whined.
And what about that tiny hole above, exposed to him and still completely unviolated? He thought about it a pair of times. Despite not being made for that use originally... it seemed to be plaesant to penetrate according to some dirty discussions between some soldiers coming back to their barracks. But that was for prostitutes right ? And that would hurt if he got it right. But at the same time if one day you expressed your wish to change your body completely... that would bea reliable option.
“Paul, what are you doing, it's right there!” you complained while staring at him from above your bare shoulder.
Maybe one day he would have to forget that feminine face he loved, and your voice too. And your hair. And your shape. The woman he fell in love with wouldn't exist anymore. Same as for that wet pussy he loved to caress and kiss. Everything would change. This current you would be part of his past, like all the happy memories that remained linked to Caladan.
Finally he penetrated you, your hot moan erasing the tears that started to form in his eyes. He watched you pressing your head against the mattress, and his features hardened as some anger arose in him. He hated getting stuck in the past after all those sufferings. He loved you and would still love you despite his fears. He would give you a child, or children, and if you wanted to look like a man then you would and all those that would want you to perish would perish under his reign.
“Didn't know such a good boy could turn into such a beggar,” he whispered loudly.
That anger wasn't directed to you but remained fueled by that sexual desire now that your tightness welcomed his shaft. His hands held your hips, grabbing your flesh to make sure you would understand that you were his. He would leave marks there, and how loudly you would moan for him.
Once, twice, three times, four times, his skin started to slap against yours at a regular rhythm as he listened to the bed creaking under his motions. Then several other times as he closed his eyes to engrave that moment in his memory. He had never been more determined to be rough with you in bed or even in general but it was getting stronger than him.
“Paul, it fels so good already how are you do...” you breathed out.
“Shut up and be a good boy like I ordered.”
“Yes sir sorry sir,” you squealed.
A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as he slammed inside you even harder, his stare barely veiled by the few dark curls falling over his forehead. What a pleasure to see and feel your ass briefly rubbing against him at each thrust. He really wanted to have access to it next time. He was now staring at it, one of his hands still on your hips getting closer to it as his thoughts started to derail completely. It felt feverish to have so much control over you after weeks spent at listening you complaining all the time helplessly. You may be hating your body right now but it wasn't impossible for him to make you love what it could feel.
“A beggar, and now a bitch.”
Never before would he have allowed himself to say such things but now knowing you liked it he had no interest in stopping.
“I'm close Paul, I'm so close,” you panted.
“I feel it.”
He spread your asscheeks with his hand, his eyes unsure of where to focus. The view of his wet shaft sliding in and out was as amazing as every other time but now that he pulled a little on your flesh it also opened your other hole just a tiny bit, enough to make him fantasize harder about it. He would never last long enough to get the chance to enter it but he could find something, and he chose to rub his right thumb in your wetness then all over your swollen clit.
As you came with a feverish convulsion that made him moan loudly, his thumb started to rub your anus. This confused you as he could hear in the middle of a pleasured scream, but it didn't stop him as he kept on thrusting inside you.
“Paul please please please,” you pleaded in a moan muffled by the blanket, “please yes right there spit there.”
Deep down he remained a simple man and obeyed. His thumb pressed on the side of the hole just a little, enough for his saliva to enter it. Your head emerged from the covers with a chuckle.
“It feels so weird.”
It took him a few seconds to feel that part of you by rubbing his thumb insistantly, opening it up just enough for his spit to finally get inside you. However that would be all that would enter you from there as he felt himself coming deep in your pussy, his whole body tensing up as he let his orgasm take him over.
He wasn't over yet with that new little fantasy. Now that he would potentially impregnate you soon, he took his shaft out of you to direct it to your buttocks and with a satisfied smile, watched a few drops leaking onto the small hole he managed to stimulate all to briefly.
“Paul?” You questioned him as you tried to kneel up onto the mattress.
“Stay still,” he demanded.
He hummed as he witnessed your hips trying to get away as his seed started to enter you from there.
“Are you being serious now,” you exclaimed with a laugh, “I'm not against it but tell me what you want.”
“Can't have enough of your ass you know it.”
This wasn't a defeat. Next time or a bit later he would get it the way he wanted. Apparently it was something you wanted to try as well so... who knew ?
It's like throwing a bottle to the sea due to a Tumblr bug but this is for you anon that asked me for a male bff fic with Paul : would it be platonic or *hot* ?
Summary: It was hard to react to the fact that you’d gained Gurney Halleck’s attention.
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: I don’t know shit about Dune universe. Sorry. This is REALLY experimental. Other than that, nothing to worry about here.
Author’s Note: Listen, I can’t explain. This… came out of my mind, I wrote, then I got aprehensive to post because Sci-fi was never my strong point and the only reason I wrote this was because I have a crush on Josh Brolin and I came up with this idea. Anyway.
Safe to remember I DON’T WRITE TO GURNEY HALLECK and this happened as one of those impulse moments where you just do. I have a special fondness for this idea. If you are interested in more Dune stories, I recommend you follow @dunefeather and @supernovafeather. She writes AMAZING pieces.
If any Dune fans find inconsistencies from the true story, I apologize again. They really do exist. I tried to research to bring elements from the books.
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It wasn’t the first time you’d left Chusuk. Still, a part of you was wary of hearing that House Kio would participate in a political obligation to the Atreides on Caladan, which seemed more like a courtesy of their good relationship. They had history. A good one.
Amazing job ! I've looked for a way to write a similar story for weeks by now and you truly did a much better job than I could have done ! Congrats you got me hooked to this story 😊
Content : noncon, gangbang, double penetration, oral sex (M to F and mention of F to M), mutual pining (Leto x Gurney), unprotected sex, anal sex, language, Dom!Leto, bondage, cum play, humiliation.
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One of Gurney's favorite things was the Sunday nights. The mere thought of walking into the underground prison part of the castle would give him aroused goosebumps. Not that the cold rooms had anything interesting in themselves, but the simple sounds of flesh clapping against one's flesh, moans or even screams of pleasure made him feel at home.
Today, he walked into this area with Duke Leto, himself grinning as soon as he could hear the first woman begging for at least two soldiers to stop between two loud moans. The Warmaster tried to peer down at them but the bars of the cell were covered with a patchwork of dark blue curtains, red ones and white bed sheets. She might be a shy one, or they could be doing some bizarre things to her. Normally he should intervene to stop anything crossing the lines of what they had the right to do to achieve their release but not today, at least her body loved it, and her mental condition was non of his business. The week had been harsh, everyone needed to blow some steam.
"Apparently there's an interesting one towards the end of the hallway." The Duke mumbled as they watched left to right while walking across more cells.
Gurney hummed at this, his pants already getting too tight for his taste as he observed the Duke stopping by a cell on his right to watch a woman forced to deep throat a guard lying on her in her metal bed. The man wasn't moving, licking and kissing her open pussy while she was trying to break free, tears flooding her eyes and hands trying to get rid of this weight above her head.
"Impressive. She must be used to it to stop breathing for so long. She'll be alright." Gurney mumbled after a short laugh as they walked away. "The new one arrived two days ago. Of course our soldiers already tested her. No illness, no infection of any sort."
"Perfect." Leto replied.
Gurney scolded three soldiers in a cell by his left trying to all force themselves in a middle aged woman at the same time, but walked past that cell right afterwards. It was getting hot in there.
"Look at that one Gurney." Leto mumbled with a pleased grin.
Another prisoner was kneeling naked on the ground, her eyes closed as an impressive amount of whitish seed was drooling all over her skin. Gurney readjusted his belt and pants under the amused gaze of the Atreides.
"Do you want that one instead ?" The ruler chuckled as he gestured towards the door.
"No I already got her last week. No I'm pretty sure the other one is more interesting, my Lord." He groaned with impatience.
Him and Duke Leto shared some strange tension that would appear only on those precise occasions where they would surround themselves with the most beautiful women ravished from their latest military campaign. At first Gurney went down there all by himself but after crossing the path of his Duke that was taking a brunette on the hallway ground after she tried to escape, their encounters became a habit. The Warmaster loved to see the Duke show some vague gentleness to the girls acting dutifully to him and savagely to the ones disrespecting him. It was satisfying to see such a great Duke knowing what he wanted. It was more than that even, it was arousing.
Gurney loved to watch his Duke fucking prisoners. Strangely enough he couldn't tell why. Never any man ever attracted him and maybe it wasn't the Duke himself that was seductive to his eyes. Maybe it was just the concrete view of the Atreides' power forced upon their opponents. But by the Gods, how much he loved to watch his shaft make the girls moan and lose the will to fight back.
"Here she is my Lord." He announced with a bright smile at the show right in front of his eyes.
"I see." The Duke smiled.
A beautiful woman with her wrists tied up to the ceiling, her toes barely touching the ground. Her naked body stretched enough to make her arch her back a little. You had beautiful afraid eyes, the kind that would arouse any man in search for an easy and gentle prey to dream lovingly about for days. Maybe not so gentle, you had a gag made of some black clothes in her mouth.
The door was open and the Duke didn't wait for any longer, already standing by the prisoner's side. Gurney's eyes locked with yours and dozens of possibilities flooded his mind as you begged for him for whatever was in your mind, certainly to leave you alone. You should get spanked in public probably. If you were there, there was a reason. A really good reason.
"Good evening beautiful," the Duke purred as he turned around you. "I hope my guards were respectful with you."
Gurney entered as further away a girl started to come loudly only to get silenced by a cock reaching the depth of her throat. You started to cry as the Duke caressed your bare breasts, his beautiful hands weighing them with a satisfied grin.
"You look and sound fragile for a Harkonnen girl." Leto commented.
Gurney spanked you hard enough to make the Duke raise an eyebrow and a guard turn around from the girl he was taking from behind in the opposite cell. Then again, and again until your muffled voice begged for him to stop. Then again, no matter you could possibly be saying. He had waited an entire week just to go with his Duke as the loyal friend and Warmaster he was. He wanted to be seen at his prime everytime. He wanted to be pleasing to his eyes, to the eyes of this powerful Duke, to prove that despite aging he was still totally able to please a woman. It was a need as deep as his guts, he needed him to approve his sexual performances. And even deeper, he wanted the Duke to feel impressed and tried different things, things that wouldn't involve those girls.
"Gurney. Start." The Duke commanded as he kept on staring at your face.
"Yes sir."
Finally free, his throbbing cock soon found your asscheeks, pressing on your flesh to test the firmness he already got a taste of with his hands. A beautiful girl for the two most deserving men of this planet.
"In her ass already ?" Leto chuckled as he walked by Gurney's side. "That poor girl. Spit on her at first. Like that."
Gurney felt like about to come already when the Duke spat on your ass crack three times, his hand so close to his dick as he shoved the tip of his fingers inside you.
"You're not that much better to her." Gurney commented as he watched your back arching.
"Don't worry she'll survive."
It was exciting to see those delicate yet strong fingers circling and doing whatever needed to be done to get your anus all to his Warmaster.
"I should prepare her for you my Lord." He mumbled as he noticed Leto's eyes veiled with lust as his finger was starting to plunge deeper inside you.
"You worked hard this week. You deserve that girl. She's incredibly tight there." He grimaced as he turned his finger to dig his way deeper inside you. "I take her pussy and you her ass."
Dumbfounded by the proposition, Gurney couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"I thought you would take her like that too ?"
"Nah you deserve your prize. You can cum in there too, I'll cum in her vagina. She's a Harkonnen she deserves a doubled sanction."
"As you wish."
"Maybe go put some curtain or whatever, she's ours not theirs."
Deep down excited like a kid knowing he was about to enjoy one of the best times of all his life, Gurney paced slowly towards the bars to see if anyone was there. He knew that with his figure and proud erection he was intimidating for any basic soldier, not even talking about his high rank. It felt good.
He was covering the entrance with the curtains when he clenched his teeth at your long and protesting mewl.
"Nasty little Harkonnen bitch." The Duke whispered out loud. "How dare you to refuse to take my Warmaster's cock in you ? Or even my fingers ? Do you know who we are ?"
Gurney paced back to the both of you, your fear increasing significantly. With the cell now hypothetically cut out from the outside world, his impression of power over you was overwhelming.
"She's yours." The Duke said before heading to the sink to wash his hands.
Gurney took his grey t-shirt off, walked up behind you, took his shoes and socks off, then his pants, and boxer. Watching the Duke cleaning his fingers, he got the idea of removing your gag.
"Please sir no please sir I can do whatever you want I..." You whispered desperately before getting muted by his boxer shoved inside your mouth.
He spat in your dilated anus, looked at the trail of saliva penetrating you, then started to poke the area with his leaking tip. He was big but it should be enough.
"Wait, let me..." The Duke started.
Gurney shivered as Leto spat twice on the tip of his cock so nonchalantly. It didn't even seem that useful.
"She's that tight." He justified himself with a shrug.
Much to Gurney's pleasure, Leto started to undress completely as well. The Warmaster was always impressed by how effortless it looked for him to be so good to the eye. Then he blinked back to reality after thinking that this girl must be so lucky to be the one receiving that cock.
The Warmaster pushed gently, his hands firmly planted on your hips to hold you as you tried to get away from him. Gurney closed his eyes not to be caught watching his Duke's erection by mistake. He was getting deeper and deeper, ignoring your sobs.
"Does she feel that good ?" The Duke chuckled.
"Yeah."
His word was not very eloquent, but he wondered whether it was his deep raspy voice that came out and made the Duke hum so... sensually. No. It must be you. You feel so good to fuck.
"Tell me when you're out." The ruler demands.
"Yes sir."
He reached the deepest point he could while listening to Leto that sucked on your breasts, his heartbeat racing once the Duke started to kiss your throat aggressively, pressing you more against him and his cock, but also making it possible for Gurney to feel the Duke's lustful breath against his skin.
"Oh shit that feels good." The Warmaster commented as his senses started to turn into a blurry mess. "Oh shit."
"She's a marvel I'm sure. Let me get in her too."
Gurney only kept his tip in you, now looking above your shoulder to see the focused bearded face staring at you so seriously. He shivered again at the Duke's actions before pressing a hand on your chin to make you look up at the ceiling.
"Don't look at him little Harkonnen slut." Gurney ordered in a threatening tone.
You mumbled something sounding similar to "I am no Harkonnen" before sobbing as Leto moved, his lips forming an "o".
"That's some tight girl for a slut, I agree." The Duke commented with a proud chuckle. "All wet too."
"No, really ?"
"Touch."
Gurney was waiting for the Duke to get out but at the gesture he did with his hand, it was apparently alright now too so... so he did what was expected of him and reached out for your entrance.
He never had to take the Duke's shaft in his hand before but gracing it with his fingers was the most exciting experience. He redirected his touch to your pussy stretched by the cock, wetness all over it. The Duke was deep inside you, his balls pressed against the back of Gurney's fingers. His gaze locked with his, the same darkness present in Leto's eyes.
"Like that."
The Atreides took the masculine hand in his, putting the Warmaster's middle finger over the swollen bud right above his cock.
"Rub her right there."
You started to fight back again but the Duke stopped you by pressing you harder against them, Gurney embracing the Duke's chest warmth against his hand.
You started to sob harder as he circled around your clit quickly, his eyes bewildered by how seductive Leto was acting upon him. It never happened before.
"Should I keep on spitting on your cock to motivate you to ruin that slut ?" The Duke purred.
"Maybe." Gurney whispered.
You tried something but now Gurney was getting impatient. Fortunately the Duke slide out of you, letting him slide into you slowly, gently as you mumbled undecipherable things.
"I know he has a big cock." The Duke said mischievously while forcing you to look at him. "And he's going to cum inside your ass too because he knows what's good. And me, I'm going to cum in your wet pussy. You want it after all. You're all wet."
You shook your head no.
"Liar." The Duke whispered again your ear as you let a potentially loud scream out. "Oh he's getting that deep ? Don't you love to get big cocks honey ?"
Gurney started gentle hip thrusts before stopping. It just couldn't slide that well so he paced towards the first aid kit in the hallway, or more exactly towards the box containing all the lubricants. If anyone was to get injured here, better not it be serious.
"I'll make her love it." Gurney said after covering the cell back with the curtain.
He stopped there, seeing the Duke kneeling on the ground, your legs around his head. He could see the mop of curled greyish hair shift left to right as he was eating you out, drinking your wetness as you cried hard. His gaze fell to the Duke's asscheeks, and got taken by a sudden will to penetrate him rather than you.
He stays there for a while, watching the ruler pleasuring you against your will. Your orgasm doesn't affect him much despite how hot it looked from the outside. The Duke held you firmly with his hands on your hips, harassing your clit with his tongue.
"Don't stay there and go watch." The Atreides told him.
Gurney watched as the Duke's tongue, lips and beard got soiled with your wetness. He saw how eager the man was to torture your overstimulated pussy, how hard your body was trying to welcome that stimulation. You were trying to get him away from you but just couldn't. It felt too good to think of a reasonable strategy. So Gurney took his boxer out of your mouth.
"Fucking Atreides you're going to die," you moaned with your eyes closed, "you're going to die so painfully you'll regret every one of your choices."
You came once more in a loud protesting scream and Gurney couldn't take it any longer. He added the lube, and started to penetrate your ass with much more ease.
"Get out of there bastard," you said breathlessly before moaning loudly, "it hurts get out of there."
"No."
Deep inside you, he started thrusting. The sensation of sliding against your wet walls so easily was wonderful especially with the Duke still slurping on your wetness. Then came the moment he thought he was hallucinating. For a moment he wondered whether the Duke freed you from your bounds when he felt hands rubbing his hips and asscheeks, but no. It was Leto's.
"My Lord ?" The Warmaster asked as he increased the strength of his thrusts.
"You're the fucking depraved sluts there" you protested with a loud pleasured moan, "Harkonnens are right."
Leto stood up, slapped you so harshly that you shut your mouth, only to scream as he stuffed his cock inside your pussy. Gurney slid out, curious.
"Sluts like you love two cocks in her because she has never enough. How many Harkonnens took you huh ? How many took you like that ?"
He never saw the Duke getting so brutal with a girl. He could feel each thrust at the way your asscheeks clapped against his crotch, see the rage in the Atreides' eyes. The sound of his flesh hitting yours must be audible throughout the hallway.
"HOW MANY ?" The Duke shouted at you close to your face.
Your afraid squeals turned immediately into some pleased moan, and yes, once again, you came.
With a hand gesture and a nod in his direction, Gurney knew what he had to do. When Leto would slid out, he slid in. And when Gurney would slid out, Leto slid in. It was that simple, enough to make the three of you lose their minds in that concert of wet sounds and grunts. It seemed mechanic, so natural as the Duke's hands finding his Warmaster's forearms to hold. Gurney kissed your throat, his face tensing at your next orgasm. It was getting hard not to cum right there.
"Wait a bit more." Leto demanded breathlessly between his own moans. "Wait a bit more, she needs to learn."
He kept going, he kept going for his Duke while feeling your body about to collapse. You couldn't take it for much longer but by the Gods it was the craziest night he had spent. Another orgasm from you while the Duke was sucking on your nipples aggressively, his hands now spreading your asscheeks for Gurney.
You screamed at the following mess. Carried away by their pleasure, the men slid in at the same time, both looking at each other as they felt their seed filling you up, and stayed there as you sobbed wordlessly, your weight stuck between the two men.
Leto was handsome there, his cheeks slightly blushed and hair stuck in sweat, himself feeling your hole pulsating around his shaft.
"Let me go please let me go it's too much please." You squealed.
Gurney snapped back to reality when a guard opened the curtain before closing it back again. He wasn't worried about him. After all he didn't catch a glimpse of the natural tension ready to break between Leto and him. What he looked at was not an uncommon sight in those cells.
Content : noncon, gangbang, double penetration, oral sex (M to F and mention of F to M), mutual pining (Leto x Gurney), unprotected sex, anal sex, language, Dom!Leto, bondage, cum play, humiliation.
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One of Gurney's favorite things was the Sunday nights. The mere thought of walking into the underground prison part of the castle would give him aroused goosebumps. Not that the cold rooms had anything interesting in themselves, but the simple sounds of flesh clapping against one's flesh, moans or even screams of pleasure made him feel at home.
Today, he walked into this area with Duke Leto, himself grinning as soon as he could hear the first woman begging for at least two soldiers to stop between two loud moans. The Warmaster tried to peer down at them but the bars of the cell were covered with a patchwork of dark blue curtains, red ones and white bed sheets. She might be a shy one, or they could be doing some bizarre things to her. Normally he should intervene to stop anything crossing the lines of what they had the right to do to achieve their release but not today, at least her body loved it, and her mental condition was non of his business. The week had been harsh, everyone needed to blow some steam.
"Apparently there's an interesting one towards the end of the hallway." The Duke mumbled as they watched left to right while walking across more cells.
Gurney hummed at this, his pants already getting too tight for his taste as he observed the Duke stopping by a cell on his right to watch a woman forced to deep throat a guard lying on her in her metal bed. The man wasn't moving, licking and kissing her open pussy while she was trying to break free, tears flooding her eyes and hands trying to get rid of this weight above her head.
"Impressive. She must be used to it to stop breathing for so long. She'll be alright." Gurney mumbled after a short laugh as they walked away. "The new one arrived two days ago. Of course our soldiers already tested her. No illness, no infection of any sort."
"Perfect." Leto replied.
Gurney scolded three soldiers in a cell by his left trying to all force themselves in a middle aged woman at the same time, but walked past that cell right afterwards. It was getting hot in there.
"Look at that one Gurney." Leto mumbled with a pleased grin.
Another prisoner was kneeling naked on the ground, her eyes closed as an impressive amount of whitish seed was drooling all over her skin. Gurney readjusted his belt and pants under the amused gaze of the Atreides.
"Do you want that one instead ?" The ruler chuckled as he gestured towards the door.
"No I already got her last week. No I'm pretty sure the other one is more interesting, my Lord." He groaned with impatience.
Him and Duke Leto shared some strange tension that would appear only on those precise occasions where they would surround themselves with the most beautiful women ravished from their latest military campaign. At first Gurney went down there all by himself but after crossing the path of his Duke that was taking a brunette on the hallway ground after she tried to escape, their encounters became a habit. The Warmaster loved to see the Duke show some vague gentleness to the girls acting dutifully to him and savagely to the ones disrespecting him. It was satisfying to see such a great Duke knowing what he wanted. It was more than that even, it was arousing.
Gurney loved to watch his Duke fucking prisoners. Strangely enough he couldn't tell why. Never any man ever attracted him and maybe it wasn't the Duke himself that was seductive to his eyes. Maybe it was just the concrete view of the Atreides' power forced upon their opponents. But by the Gods, how much he loved to watch his shaft make the girls moan and lose the will to fight back.
"Here she is my Lord." He announced with a bright smile at the show right in front of his eyes.
"I see." The Duke smiled.
A beautiful woman with her wrists tied up to the ceiling, her toes barely touching the ground. Her naked body stretched enough to make her arch her back a little. You had beautiful afraid eyes, the kind that would arouse any man in search for an easy and gentle prey to dream lovingly about for days. Maybe not so gentle, you had a gag made of some black clothes in her mouth.
The door was open and the Duke didn't wait for any longer, already standing by the prisoner's side. Gurney's eyes locked with yours and dozens of possibilities flooded his mind as you begged for him for whatever was in your mind, certainly to leave you alone. You should get spanked in public probably. If you were there, there was a reason. A really good reason.
"Good evening beautiful," the Duke purred as he turned around you. "I hope my guards were respectful with you."
Gurney entered as further away a girl started to come loudly only to get silenced by a cock reaching the depth of her throat. You started to cry as the Duke caressed your bare breasts, his beautiful hands weighing them with a satisfied grin.
"You look and sound fragile for a Harkonnen girl." Leto commented.
Gurney spanked you hard enough to make the Duke raise an eyebrow and a guard turn around from the girl he was taking from behind in the opposite cell. Then again, and again until your muffled voice begged for him to stop. Then again, no matter you could possibly be saying. He had waited an entire week just to go with his Duke as the loyal friend and Warmaster he was. He wanted to be seen at his prime everytime. He wanted to be pleasing to his eyes, to the eyes of this powerful Duke, to prove that despite aging he was still totally able to please a woman. It was a need as deep as his guts, he needed him to approve his sexual performances. And even deeper, he wanted the Duke to feel impressed and tried different things, things that wouldn't involve those girls.
"Gurney. Start." The Duke commanded as he kept on staring at your face.
"Yes sir."
Finally free, his throbbing cock soon found your asscheeks, pressing on your flesh to test the firmness he already got a taste of with his hands. A beautiful girl for the two most deserving men of this planet.
"In her ass already ?" Leto chuckled as he walked by Gurney's side. "That poor girl. Spit on her at first. Like that."
Gurney felt like about to come already when the Duke spat on your ass crack three times, his hand so close to his dick as he shoved the tip of his fingers inside you.
"You're not that much better to her." Gurney commented as he watched your back arching.
"Don't worry she'll survive."
It was exciting to see those delicate yet strong fingers circling and doing whatever needed to be done to get your anus all to his Warmaster.
"I should prepare her for you my Lord." He mumbled as he noticed Leto's eyes veiled with lust as his finger was starting to plunge deeper inside you.
"You worked hard this week. You deserve that girl. She's incredibly tight there." He grimaced as he turned his finger to dig his way deeper inside you. "I take her pussy and you her ass."
Dumbfounded by the proposition, Gurney couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"I thought you would take her like that too ?"
"Nah you deserve your prize. You can cum in there too, I'll cum in her vagina. She's a Harkonnen she deserves a doubled sanction."
"As you wish."
"Maybe go put some curtain or whatever, she's ours not theirs."
Deep down excited like a kid knowing he was about to enjoy one of the best times of all his life, Gurney paced slowly towards the bars to see if anyone was there. He knew that with his figure and proud erection he was intimidating for any basic soldier, not even talking about his high rank. It felt good.
He was covering the entrance with the curtains when he clenched his teeth at your long and protesting mewl.
"Nasty little Harkonnen bitch." The Duke whispered out loud. "How dare you to refuse to take my Warmaster's cock in you ? Or even my fingers ? Do you know who we are ?"
Gurney paced back to the both of you, your fear increasing significantly. With the cell now hypothetically cut out from the outside world, his impression of power over you was overwhelming.
"She's yours." The Duke said before heading to the sink to wash his hands.
Gurney took his grey t-shirt off, walked up behind you, took his shoes and socks off, then his pants, and boxer. Watching the Duke cleaning his fingers, he got the idea of removing your gag.
"Please sir no please sir I can do whatever you want I..." You whispered desperately before getting muted by his boxer shoved inside your mouth.
He spat in your dilated anus, looked at the trail of saliva penetrating you, then started to poke the area with his leaking tip. He was big but it should be enough.
"Wait, let me..." The Duke started.
Gurney shivered as Leto spat twice on the tip of his cock so nonchalantly. It didn't even seem that useful.
"She's that tight." He justified himself with a shrug.
Much to Gurney's pleasure, Leto started to undress completely as well. The Warmaster was always impressed by how effortless it looked for him to be so good to the eye. Then he blinked back to reality after thinking that this girl must be so lucky to be the one receiving that cock.
The Warmaster pushed gently, his hands firmly planted on your hips to hold you as you tried to get away from him. Gurney closed his eyes not to be caught watching his Duke's erection by mistake. He was getting deeper and deeper, ignoring your sobs.
"Does she feel that good ?" The Duke chuckled.
"Yeah."
His word was not very eloquent, but he wondered whether it was his deep raspy voice that came out and made the Duke hum so... sensually. No. It must be you. You feel so good to fuck.
"Tell me when you're out." The ruler demands.
"Yes sir."
He reached the deepest point he could while listening to Leto that sucked on your breasts, his heartbeat racing once the Duke started to kiss your throat aggressively, pressing you more against him and his cock, but also making it possible for Gurney to feel the Duke's lustful breath against his skin.
"Oh shit that feels good." The Warmaster commented as his senses started to turn into a blurry mess. "Oh shit."
"She's a marvel I'm sure. Let me get in her too."
Gurney only kept his tip in you, now looking above your shoulder to see the focused bearded face staring at you so seriously. He shivered again at the Duke's actions before pressing a hand on your chin to make you look up at the ceiling.
"Don't look at him little Harkonnen slut." Gurney ordered in a threatening tone.
You mumbled something sounding similar to "I am no Harkonnen" before sobbing as Leto moved, his lips forming an "o".
"That's some tight girl for a slut, I agree." The Duke commented with a proud chuckle. "All wet too."
"No, really ?"
"Touch."
Gurney was waiting for the Duke to get out but at the gesture he did with his hand, it was apparently alright now too so... so he did what was expected of him and reached out for your entrance.
He never had to take the Duke's shaft in his hand before but gracing it with his fingers was the most exciting experience. He redirected his touch to your pussy stretched by the cock, wetness all over it. The Duke was deep inside you, his balls pressed against the back of Gurney's fingers. His gaze locked with his, the same darkness present in Leto's eyes.
"Like that."
The Atreides took the masculine hand in his, putting the Warmaster's middle finger over the swollen bud right above his cock.
"Rub her right there."
You started to fight back again but the Duke stopped you by pressing you harder against them, Gurney embracing the Duke's chest warmth against his hand.
You started to sob harder as he circled around your clit quickly, his eyes bewildered by how seductive Leto was acting upon him. It never happened before.
"Should I keep on spitting on your cock to motivate you to ruin that slut ?" The Duke purred.
"Maybe." Gurney whispered.
You tried something but now Gurney was getting impatient. Fortunately the Duke slide out of you, letting him slide into you slowly, gently as you mumbled undecipherable things.
"I know he has a big cock." The Duke said mischievously while forcing you to look at him. "And he's going to cum inside your ass too because he knows what's good. And me, I'm going to cum in your wet pussy. You want it after all. You're all wet."
You shook your head no.
"Liar." The Duke whispered again your ear as you let a potentially loud scream out. "Oh he's getting that deep ? Don't you love to get big cocks honey ?"
Gurney started gentle hip thrusts before stopping. It just couldn't slide that well so he paced towards the first aid kit in the hallway, or more exactly towards the box containing all the lubricants. If anyone was to get injured here, better not it be serious.
"I'll make her love it." Gurney said after covering the cell back with the curtain.
He stopped there, seeing the Duke kneeling on the ground, your legs around his head. He could see the mop of curled greyish hair shift left to right as he was eating you out, drinking your wetness as you cried hard. His gaze fell to the Duke's asscheeks, and got taken by a sudden will to penetrate him rather than you.
He stays there for a while, watching the ruler pleasuring you against your will. Your orgasm doesn't affect him much despite how hot it looked from the outside. The Duke held you firmly with his hands on your hips, harassing your clit with his tongue.
"Don't stay there and go watch." The Atreides told him.
Gurney watched as the Duke's tongue, lips and beard got soiled with your wetness. He saw how eager the man was to torture your overstimulated pussy, how hard your body was trying to welcome that stimulation. You were trying to get him away from you but just couldn't. It felt too good to think of a reasonable strategy. So Gurney took his boxer out of your mouth.
"Fucking Atreides you're going to die," you moaned with your eyes closed, "you're going to die so painfully you'll regret every one of your choices."
You came once more in a loud protesting scream and Gurney couldn't take it any longer. He added the lube, and started to penetrate your ass with much more ease.
"Get out of there bastard," you said breathlessly before moaning loudly, "it hurts get out of there."
"No."
Deep inside you, he started thrusting. The sensation of sliding against your wet walls so easily was wonderful especially with the Duke still slurping on your wetness. Then came the moment he thought he was hallucinating. For a moment he wondered whether the Duke freed you from your bounds when he felt hands rubbing his hips and asscheeks, but no. It was Leto's.
"My Lord ?" The Warmaster asked as he increased the strength of his thrusts.
"You're the fucking depraved sluts there" you protested with a loud pleasured moan, "Harkonnens are right."
Leto stood up, slapped you so harshly that you shut your mouth, only to scream as he stuffed his cock inside your pussy. Gurney slid out, curious.
"Sluts like you love two cocks in her because she has never enough. How many Harkonnens took you huh ? How many took you like that ?"
He never saw the Duke getting so brutal with a girl. He could feel each thrust at the way your asscheeks clapped against his crotch, see the rage in the Atreides' eyes. The sound of his flesh hitting yours must be audible throughout the hallway.
"HOW MANY ?" The Duke shouted at you close to your face.
Your afraid squeals turned immediately into some pleased moan, and yes, once again, you came.
With a hand gesture and a nod in his direction, Gurney knew what he had to do. When Leto would slid out, he slid in. And when Gurney would slid out, Leto slid in. It was that simple, enough to make the three of you lose their minds in that concert of wet sounds and grunts. It seemed mechanic, so natural as the Duke's hands finding his Warmaster's forearms to hold. Gurney kissed your throat, his face tensing at your next orgasm. It was getting hard not to cum right there.
"Wait a bit more." Leto demanded breathlessly between his own moans. "Wait a bit more, she needs to learn."
He kept going, he kept going for his Duke while feeling your body about to collapse. You couldn't take it for much longer but by the Gods it was the craziest night he had spent. Another orgasm from you while the Duke was sucking on your nipples aggressively, his hands now spreading your asscheeks for Gurney.
You screamed at the following mess. Carried away by their pleasure, the men slid in at the same time, both looking at each other as they felt their seed filling you up, and stayed there as you sobbed wordlessly, your weight stuck between the two men.
Leto was handsome there, his cheeks slightly blushed and hair stuck in sweat, himself feeling your hole pulsating around his shaft.
"Let me go please let me go it's too much please." You squealed.
Gurney snapped back to reality when a guard opened the curtain before closing it back again. He wasn't worried about him. After all he didn't catch a glimpse of the natural tension ready to break between Leto and him. What he looked at was not an uncommon sight in those cells.
Hi! I have a Gurney halleck x reader request. Can you write a imagine were gurney comforts the reader after they wake up from a nightmare. After comforting the reader gurney "distracts" ( some comforting smut if that's alright ) the reader from the nightmare and they go back to sleep. Hope this is alright! 😊✨
Nothing could be more comforting for your senses than your husband's arms holding you tight. After the flashes of terrifying scenes unfolding before your own eyes in your troubled sleep, Gurney's warmth and firm figure pressing you against him was the best sensation in the world. His heart beat steadily under your ear and convinces you that yes, everything was alright.
"Are you ok now ?" He whispered.
"I guess so." You mumbled sleepily.
"Good to hear, sweetheart."
His charming husky voice couldn't get beaten. It had this unique calming property. If Gurney Halleck was involved, there would be no problem remaining in a close future. You got lucky enough to share your existence with him and to be honest you don't know which god or spirit you should thank for this.
"There was fire." You articulated as you narrowed your eyes and shuddered. "Fire everywhere."
"Don't think about it little one, it's over. And a bad dream is only a bad dream. There is no need to torture yourself with your fears at night."
The nightmare morphed into some dark fog impossible to describe. You remember the night naive your heads, the screams, the warm colors haunting your peripheral vision. Soldiers absolutely everywhere, or at least dark figures with outfits similar to those of soldiers. Gurney was there, pressed against a wall.
"I hate that. I know you're safe here with me." You whispered.
Still laid against Gurney you looked down at his tired yet attentive face. Your poor husband deserved some sleep and peace instead of listening to your meaningless words. But are they ?
His sole presence was a gift and you caressed his temples and cheeks delicately, like to wipe the imaginary blood off his skin.
"My Lady," he scolded you playfully with a raised eyebrow, "I guarantee you that I am safe and real."
"I know. I know."
Anxiety was getting too strong for you to hold his gaze. Instead of trying to describe your dream in vain you hid your face against his neck, your arms tightening their grip around him right before he sat up, a stern face right before your distressed one.
"I am safe. I am here. Right here beautiful," he mumbled with a sly grin, "and still as deeply in love as at our wedding day. We are in our shared room, I am a happy man with his beautiful wife."
His hands rubbed your back up and down, fingers playing with your nightgown fabrics here and there. Guessing his thoughts, you started to eye his chest up and down but without much conviction. You appreciated his will to distract you from your ruined night but maybe it was too soon yet to get aroused.
"I don't know Gurney. I don't know if I'm ready for this." You whispered.
You still followed his motions, some of your reluctance erased by the kiss he gave you. Gurney was not the kind of man expressing his love as easily as you could. Not that he took at heart to hide his feelings or anything, he had a clear sensibility he felt comfortable with. However he was more the kind of man talking a little to you in public and holding your hand respectfully but making love passionately once in bed late at night, waking you up if necessary. You guessed pretty fast that your love language was essentially made of discussions in bed and sex. And you wouldn't dare to complain, it was perfect the way it was.
"You ? Not ready for that kind of thing ?" He whispered in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he started to squish your hips under your nightgown. "I can't believe it. You're always so wet before I can even reach our bed."
"Gurney," you chuckled as a faint protest, "I'm not wet on command."
"And what if I give you orders ? After all I'm Warmaster here, you should obey dutifully."
His soft voice was filled with seductive threats and you could only breathe in sharply when he started to kiss your throat sloppily, the flesh of your buttocks now an easy prey for his large hands.
"My love" you whispered with your eyes closed, "I don't think I'm in the right mood."
Gurney was used to have you lying on that matter. He loved it. He told you that after a tough day of hard work there was nothing better than a charming wife pretending not to get aroused while he could feel her into a moaning mess. Bonus point if you were wearing one of the maid or ambassadors outfits from other Houses you received as gifts throughout your career as an influential diplomat, but that was another story.
"You are always in the right mood, don't lie to me little one." He groaned before pulling you slightly up only to make you press his crotch with yours.
He moaned briefly then licked your throat up to your chin, your gasp muffled by one of his agonizingly slow deep kisses. Your fingers were kept busy with his short hair and his warm nape like it could make it possible to have him even closer than this.
"My poor little fennec fox." He started against your lips.
You nodded and stared at his eyes, your body moving at the rhythm of his slow hip thrusts trying - and managing - to stimulate you.
"My poor, poor, poor little fox." He added.
"I was scared." You admitted while snaking your arms around his shoulders.
Gurney's hand sneaked from your buttocks to your thigh to find its way to your entrance, his thumb finding out something that made him grin confidently.
"See you are in the right mood ?"
"I'm still not in the mood. Sir." You whispered.
"My girl using her best weapon now that she feels better I see." He purred next to your ear.
"I would like to feel even better than this." You complained before moaning loudly at the finger entering you to rub your insides coated in your juices. "Make me feel better."
His finger explored your pussy with slow motions, his open-mouthed kisses on your throat and cleavage almost enough to dissociate you from your own body. He knew very well how to get desired. It was too much for you and a few seconds later you were proudly naked in the same position, his eyes devouring you as he inserted a second finger in you.
"Now that's my wife."
For the first time tonight you chuckled, only to get interrupted by the sudden shift of the world around you. Lying on your back, you watched Gurney removing his black boxer between your spread legs, his eyes focused on your wetness.
"You're so handsome my love." You whispered to him with admiration.
Obviously flattered by your comment, he caressed your bare leg before lifting it up enough to be able to kiss the top of your foot up to your ankle while stroking his shaft with his other hand.
"And you, so hot." He commented before nibbling your ankle.
"I'm ticklish." You complained.
He folded your leg right above your belly, his dark eyes focused on yours that didn't share the same amount of consciousness as his. You were half gone somewhere else, completely passive and fully willing to make him do whatever he wanted to you.
And just like that, he thrusted inside you slowly, the both of his hands on either side of the mattress right next to your head, caging you effortlessly.
"Gurney." You called him before getting silenced by a kiss.
The first thrust was merciless yet not painful, his pulsating shaft back in the warm spot he left less than two days ago. Once inside, your husband remained there, looking down at your protesting eyes. Now his pupils were clouded, and not only drunk with carnal pleasure.
"I love you."
These three words made you blink in surprise, or maybe was it the start of his slow pace in and out of you. You could feel each inch of him rubbing your insides as well as a tiny amount of wetness getting out of you due to the friction. You tried to get your leg in a different angle but he blocked it with his strong arm, shaking his head left to right.
"No, do that instead."
You moaned as he folded your other leg, making it impossible for you to hold his hips the way you like to. His thrusts were getting deeper, his jaws clenched when looking down at your joined crotches and his hands keeping your legs open so wide.
"Let me." He grunted with a familiar authoritative glare.
Every year, new soldiers got to meet your husband. Many thought that due to his age he didn't know how to fight or was weaker than expected despite his impressive physical condition. They were wrong and learned it quickly throughout his combat skills. Each time you shared a passionate night you felt his experience especially when he decided to immobilize you or to change your position. He knew how to use it at his advantage.
You grabbed his wrist as he rested his large palm on your belly then looked at his clouded eyes as he kept pounding in you fiercely. What you wanted was to get so high in your pleasure that you would finally erase your nightmare from your mind. Seeing Gurney so much in control and willing to pleasure you was perfect.
"I know you're close honey," he grunted between two bed creaks, "come for me."
"Almost... almost there." You squealed.
After a few more hip thrusts you reached that climax you craved for, and welcomed how long Gurney made it last as he added some thumb rubs on your swollen clit in a nonchalant confidence suiting him so well after his own release in you.
"Does my dear Lady feel safer now ?" He asked with another kiss on your ankle, his heavy breath warming this spot.
"You have no idea." You laughed. "Come closer."
He obeyed, his sweaty forehead soon kissed by your lips as you let your hands rub his bare back and shoulders. This time you managed to wrap his hips with your free legs, letting your toes brush his thighs.
Gurney was here, relaxed, kissing you. He was safe and happy.
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Hi! I have a Gurney halleck x reader request. Can you write a imagine were gurney comforts the reader after they wake up from a nightmare. After comforting the reader gurney "distracts" ( some comforting smut if that's alright ) the reader from the nightmare and they go back to sleep. Hope this is alright! 😊✨
Nothing could be more comforting for your senses than your husband's arms holding you tight. After the flashes of terrifying scenes unfolding before your own eyes in your troubled sleep, Gurney's warmth and firm figure pressing you against him was the best sensation in the world. His heart beat steadily under your ear and convinces you that yes, everything was alright.
"Are you ok now ?" He whispered.
"I guess so." You mumbled sleepily.
"Good to hear, sweetheart."
His charming husky voice couldn't get beaten. It had this unique calming property. If Gurney Halleck was involved, there would be no problem remaining in a close future. You got lucky enough to share your existence with him and to be honest you don't know which god or spirit you should thank for this.
"There was fire." You articulated as you narrowed your eyes and shuddered. "Fire everywhere."
"Don't think about it little one, it's over. And a bad dream is only a bad dream. There is no need to torture yourself with your fears at night."
The nightmare morphed into some dark fog impossible to describe. You remember the night naive your heads, the screams, the warm colors haunting your peripheral vision. Soldiers absolutely everywhere, or at least dark figures with outfits similar to those of soldiers. Gurney was there, pressed against a wall.
"I hate that. I know you're safe here with me." You whispered.
Still laid against Gurney you looked down at his tired yet attentive face. Your poor husband deserved some sleep and peace instead of listening to your meaningless words. But are they ?
His sole presence was a gift and you caressed his temples and cheeks delicately, like to wipe the imaginary blood off his skin.
"My Lady," he scolded you playfully with a raised eyebrow, "I guarantee you that I am safe and real."
"I know. I know."
Anxiety was getting too strong for you to hold his gaze. Instead of trying to describe your dream in vain you hid your face against his neck, your arms tightening their grip around him right before he sat up, a stern face right before your distressed one.
"I am safe. I am here. Right here beautiful," he mumbled with a sly grin, "and still as deeply in love as at our wedding day. We are in our shared room, I am a happy man with his beautiful wife."
His hands rubbed your back up and down, fingers playing with your nightgown fabrics here and there. Guessing his thoughts, you started to eye his chest up and down but without much conviction. You appreciated his will to distract you from your ruined night but maybe it was too soon yet to get aroused.
"I don't know Gurney. I don't know if I'm ready for this." You whispered.
You still followed his motions, some of your reluctance erased by the kiss he gave you. Gurney was not the kind of man expressing his love as easily as you could. Not that he took at heart to hide his feelings or anything, he had a clear sensibility he felt comfortable with. However he was more the kind of man talking a little to you in public and holding your hand respectfully but making love passionately once in bed late at night, waking you up if necessary. You guessed pretty fast that your love language was essentially made of discussions in bed and sex. And you wouldn't dare to complain, it was perfect the way it was.
"You ? Not ready for that kind of thing ?" He whispered in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he started to squish your hips under your nightgown. "I can't believe it. You're always so wet before I can even reach our bed."
"Gurney," you chuckled as a faint protest, "I'm not wet on command."
"And what if I give you orders ? After all I'm Warmaster here, you should obey dutifully."
His soft voice was filled with seductive threats and you could only breathe in sharply when he started to kiss your throat sloppily, the flesh of your buttocks now an easy prey for his large hands.
"My love" you whispered with your eyes closed, "I don't think I'm in the right mood."
Gurney was used to have you lying on that matter. He loved it. He told you that after a tough day of hard work there was nothing better than a charming wife pretending not to get aroused while he could feel her into a moaning mess. Bonus point if you were wearing one of the maid or ambassadors outfits from other Houses you received as gifts throughout your career as an influential diplomat, but that was another story.
"You are always in the right mood, don't lie to me little one." He groaned before pulling you slightly up only to make you press his crotch with yours.
He moaned briefly then licked your throat up to your chin, your gasp muffled by one of his agonizingly slow deep kisses. Your fingers were kept busy with his short hair and his warm nape like it could make it possible to have him even closer than this.
"My poor little fennec fox." He started against your lips.
You nodded and stared at his eyes, your body moving at the rhythm of his slow hip thrusts trying - and managing - to stimulate you.
"My poor, poor, poor little fox." He added.
"I was scared." You admitted while snaking your arms around his shoulders.
Gurney's hand sneaked from your buttocks to your thigh to find its way to your entrance, his thumb finding out something that made him grin confidently.
"See you are in the right mood ?"
"I'm still not in the mood. Sir." You whispered.
"My girl using her best weapon now that she feels better I see." He purred next to your ear.
"I would like to feel even better than this." You complained before moaning loudly at the finger entering you to rub your insides coated in your juices. "Make me feel better."
His finger explored your pussy with slow motions, his open-mouthed kisses on your throat and cleavage almost enough to dissociate you from your own body. He knew very well how to get desired. It was too much for you and a few seconds later you were proudly naked in the same position, his eyes devouring you as he inserted a second finger in you.
"Now that's my wife."
For the first time tonight you chuckled, only to get interrupted by the sudden shift of the world around you. Lying on your back, you watched Gurney removing his black boxer between your spread legs, his eyes focused on your wetness.
"You're so handsome my love." You whispered to him with admiration.
Obviously flattered by your comment, he caressed your bare leg before lifting it up enough to be able to kiss the top of your foot up to your ankle while stroking his shaft with his other hand.
"And you, so hot." He commented before nibbling your ankle.
"I'm ticklish." You complained.
He folded your leg right above your belly, his dark eyes focused on yours that didn't share the same amount of consciousness as his. You were half gone somewhere else, completely passive and fully willing to make him do whatever he wanted to you.
And just like that, he thrusted inside you slowly, the both of his hands on either side of the mattress right next to your head, caging you effortlessly.
"Gurney." You called him before getting silenced by a kiss.
The first thrust was merciless yet not painful, his pulsating shaft back in the warm spot he left less than two days ago. Once inside, your husband remained there, looking down at your protesting eyes. Now his pupils were clouded, and not only drunk with carnal pleasure.
"I love you."
These three words made you blink in surprise, or maybe was it the start of his slow pace in and out of you. You could feel each inch of him rubbing your insides as well as a tiny amount of wetness getting out of you due to the friction. You tried to get your leg in a different angle but he blocked it with his strong arm, shaking his head left to right.
"No, do that instead."
You moaned as he folded your other leg, making it impossible for you to hold his hips the way you like to. His thrusts were getting deeper, his jaws clenched when looking down at your joined crotches and his hands keeping your legs open so wide.
"Let me." He grunted with a familiar authoritative glare.
Every year, new soldiers got to meet your husband. Many thought that due to his age he didn't know how to fight or was weaker than expected despite his impressive physical condition. They were wrong and learned it quickly throughout his combat skills. Each time you shared a passionate night you felt his experience especially when he decided to immobilize you or to change your position. He knew how to use it at his advantage.
You grabbed his wrist as he rested his large palm on your belly then looked at his clouded eyes as he kept pounding in you fiercely. What you wanted was to get so high in your pleasure that you would finally erase your nightmare from your mind. Seeing Gurney so much in control and willing to pleasure you was perfect.
"I know you're close honey," he grunted between two bed creaks, "come for me."
"Almost... almost there." You squealed.
After a few more hip thrusts you reached that climax you craved for, and welcomed how long Gurney made it last as he added some thumb rubs on your swollen clit in a nonchalant confidence suiting him so well after his own release in you.
"Does my dear Lady feel safer now ?" He asked with another kiss on your ankle, his heavy breath warming this spot.
"You have no idea." You laughed. "Come closer."
He obeyed, his sweaty forehead soon kissed by your lips as you let your hands rub his bare back and shoulders. This time you managed to wrap his hips with your free legs, letting your toes brush his thighs.
Gurney was here, relaxed, kissing you. He was safe and happy.
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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked ! 😊
Hi! I have a Gurney halleck x reader request. Can you write a imagine were gurney comforts the reader after they wake up from a nightmare. After comforting the reader gurney "distracts" ( some comforting smut if that's alright ) the reader from the nightmare and they go back to sleep. Hope this is alright! 😊✨
Nothing could be more comforting for your senses than your husband's arms holding you tight. After the flashes of terrifying scenes unfolding before your own eyes in your troubled sleep, Gurney's warmth and firm figure pressing you against him was the best sensation in the world. His heart beat steadily under your ear and convinces you that yes, everything was alright.
"Are you ok now ?" He whispered.
"I guess so." You mumbled sleepily.
"Good to hear, sweetheart."
His charming husky voice couldn't get beaten. It had this unique calming property. If Gurney Halleck was involved, there would be no problem remaining in a close future. You got lucky enough to share your existence with him and to be honest you don't know which god or spirit you should thank for this.
"There was fire." You articulated as you narrowed your eyes and shuddered. "Fire everywhere."
"Don't think about it little one, it's over. And a bad dream is only a bad dream. There is no need to torture yourself with your fears at night."
The nightmare morphed into some dark fog impossible to describe. You remember the night naive your heads, the screams, the warm colors haunting your peripheral vision. Soldiers absolutely everywhere, or at least dark figures with outfits similar to those of soldiers. Gurney was there, pressed against a wall.
"I hate that. I know you're safe here with me." You whispered.
Still laid against Gurney you looked down at his tired yet attentive face. Your poor husband deserved some sleep and peace instead of listening to your meaningless words. But are they ?
His sole presence was a gift and you caressed his temples and cheeks delicately, like to wipe the imaginary blood off his skin.
"My Lady," he scolded you playfully with a raised eyebrow, "I guarantee you that I am safe and real."
"I know. I know."
Anxiety was getting too strong for you to hold his gaze. Instead of trying to describe your dream in vain you hid your face against his neck, your arms tightening their grip around him right before he sat up, a stern face right before your distressed one.
"I am safe. I am here. Right here beautiful," he mumbled with a sly grin, "and still as deeply in love as at our wedding day. We are in our shared room, I am a happy man with his beautiful wife."
His hands rubbed your back up and down, fingers playing with your nightgown fabrics here and there. Guessing his thoughts, you started to eye his chest up and down but without much conviction. You appreciated his will to distract you from your ruined night but maybe it was too soon yet to get aroused.
"I don't know Gurney. I don't know if I'm ready for this." You whispered.
You still followed his motions, some of your reluctance erased by the kiss he gave you. Gurney was not the kind of man expressing his love as easily as you could. Not that he took at heart to hide his feelings or anything, he had a clear sensibility he felt comfortable with. However he was more the kind of man talking a little to you in public and holding your hand respectfully but making love passionately once in bed late at night, waking you up if necessary. You guessed pretty fast that your love language was essentially made of discussions in bed and sex. And you wouldn't dare to complain, it was perfect the way it was.
"You ? Not ready for that kind of thing ?" He whispered in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he started to squish your hips under your nightgown. "I can't believe it. You're always so wet before I can even reach our bed."
"Gurney," you chuckled as a faint protest, "I'm not wet on command."
"And what if I give you orders ? After all I'm Warmaster here, you should obey dutifully."
His soft voice was filled with seductive threats and you could only breathe in sharply when he started to kiss your throat sloppily, the flesh of your buttocks now an easy prey for his large hands.
"My love" you whispered with your eyes closed, "I don't think I'm in the right mood."
Gurney was used to have you lying on that matter. He loved it. He told you that after a tough day of hard work there was nothing better than a charming wife pretending not to get aroused while he could feel her into a moaning mess. Bonus point if you were wearing one of the maid or ambassadors outfits from other Houses you received as gifts throughout your career as an influential diplomat, but that was another story.
"You are always in the right mood, don't lie to me little one." He groaned before pulling you slightly up only to make you press his crotch with yours.
He moaned briefly then licked your throat up to your chin, your gasp muffled by one of his agonizingly slow deep kisses. Your fingers were kept busy with his short hair and his warm nape like it could make it possible to have him even closer than this.
"My poor little fennec fox." He started against your lips.
You nodded and stared at his eyes, your body moving at the rhythm of his slow hip thrusts trying - and managing - to stimulate you.
"My poor, poor, poor little fox." He added.
"I was scared." You admitted while snaking your arms around his shoulders.
Gurney's hand sneaked from your buttocks to your thigh to find its way to your entrance, his thumb finding out something that made him grin confidently.
"See you are in the right mood ?"
"I'm still not in the mood. Sir." You whispered.
"My girl using her best weapon now that she feels better I see." He purred next to your ear.
"I would like to feel even better than this." You complained before moaning loudly at the finger entering you to rub your insides coated in your juices. "Make me feel better."
His finger explored your pussy with slow motions, his open-mouthed kisses on your throat and cleavage almost enough to dissociate you from your own body. He knew very well how to get desired. It was too much for you and a few seconds later you were proudly naked in the same position, his eyes devouring you as he inserted a second finger in you.
"Now that's my wife."
For the first time tonight you chuckled, only to get interrupted by the sudden shift of the world around you. Lying on your back, you watched Gurney removing his black boxer between your spread legs, his eyes focused on your wetness.
"You're so handsome my love." You whispered to him with admiration.
Obviously flattered by your comment, he caressed your bare leg before lifting it up enough to be able to kiss the top of your foot up to your ankle while stroking his shaft with his other hand.
"And you, so hot." He commented before nibbling your ankle.
"I'm ticklish." You complained.
He folded your leg right above your belly, his dark eyes focused on yours that didn't share the same amount of consciousness as his. You were half gone somewhere else, completely passive and fully willing to make him do whatever he wanted to you.
And just like that, he thrusted inside you slowly, the both of his hands on either side of the mattress right next to your head, caging you effortlessly.
"Gurney." You called him before getting silenced by a kiss.
The first thrust was merciless yet not painful, his pulsating shaft back in the warm spot he left less than two days ago. Once inside, your husband remained there, looking down at your protesting eyes. Now his pupils were clouded, and not only drunk with carnal pleasure.
"I love you."
These three words made you blink in surprise, or maybe was it the start of his slow pace in and out of you. You could feel each inch of him rubbing your insides as well as a tiny amount of wetness getting out of you due to the friction. You tried to get your leg in a different angle but he blocked it with his strong arm, shaking his head left to right.
"No, do that instead."
You moaned as he folded your other leg, making it impossible for you to hold his hips the way you like to. His thrusts were getting deeper, his jaws clenched when looking down at your joined crotches and his hands keeping your legs open so wide.
"Let me." He grunted with a familiar authoritative glare.
Every year, new soldiers got to meet your husband. Many thought that due to his age he didn't know how to fight or was weaker than expected despite his impressive physical condition. They were wrong and learned it quickly throughout his combat skills. Each time you shared a passionate night you felt his experience especially when he decided to immobilize you or to change your position. He knew how to use it at his advantage.
You grabbed his wrist as he rested his large palm on your belly then looked at his clouded eyes as he kept pounding in you fiercely. What you wanted was to get so high in your pleasure that you would finally erase your nightmare from your mind. Seeing Gurney so much in control and willing to pleasure you was perfect.
"I know you're close honey," he grunted between two bed creaks, "come for me."
"Almost... almost there." You squealed.
After a few more hip thrusts you reached that climax you craved for, and welcomed how long Gurney made it last as he added some thumb rubs on your swollen clit in a nonchalant confidence suiting him so well after his own release in you.
"Does my dear Lady feel safer now ?" He asked with another kiss on your ankle, his heavy breath warming this spot.
"You have no idea." You laughed. "Come closer."
He obeyed, his sweaty forehead soon kissed by your lips as you let your hands rub his bare back and shoulders. This time you managed to wrap his hips with your free legs, letting your toes brush his thighs.
Gurney was here, relaxed, kissing you. He was safe and happy.
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