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itsbuckytm · 2 months

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Little Accidents / Paul Atreides

Summary: Paul's obliviousness was soon shattered when frequent visits to the nursing room revealed the true essence of love at first sight.

Ps: This is a short fluff I had in mind, but I hope you enjoy and also english isn't my first language so bare with minimal errors, (once upload i always make sure to update now my works, if there is any errors) Enjoy! XOXO

As the heir of the Atreides' House, Paul effortlessly following in his father's esteemed footsteps. He possesses an acute sense of ownership, ensuring he's well aware of everything under his purview. Whether it's news of your battle injuries or workplace mishaps, Paul is always the first to know, abandoning any prior engagements to rush to your aid. While you're being tended to, his concern is palpable; his eyes scan for any signs of harm as he utters all while using the voice. ‘Where?’ This gesture of worry has become familiar, a reassurance you've grown accustomed to, especially when your visits to the infirmary often serve as an excuse to steal moments with him. ‘Dropped a weapon on my foot,’ you explain with a hint of ruefulness, ‘guess my impatience got the better of me, inadvertently knocking out one of the armories. Pity.’

Indeed, quite a pity. Paul couldn't help but notice your composure, devoid of any telltale signs of injury. It either seemed that the nurse had efficiently tended to you before his arrival—a stroke of luck, perhaps. However, Paul wasn't fooled; this wasn't the first time you'd urgently summoned him to the infirmary. Today, he harbored suspicions that you might finally reveal the true reason behind your frequent visits. “If you'd prefer I refrain from using the Voice," he remarked, a hint of seriousness in his tone, "you'll need to be more forthcoming than simply labeling it an accident, my dear."

However, you eventually reassured the head nurse, explaining that it was merely a minor issue requiring attention. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of nerves and affection as Paul insisted on tending to your wounds himself, rather than delegating the task to anyone else. As the room cleared, leaving just the two of you alone, Paul attempted to devise a plausible excuse while discreetly observing your work. This added another layer of challenge for him, yet he remained determined to keep a watchful eye on you. “Now tell,” A pregnant pause was felt soon as he sat next to you. “How I am suppose to know, that there is probably more reason than just a visit at the nursery?”

You find yourself drawn in by his innocence, but observing Paul working alongside his father and their associates, it becomes evident that innocence was not his defining trait anymore. In fact, there's a possibility he understands more than he lets on. Maybe he's even willing to engage in the game you're playing. You nonchalantly dismiss any concerns, offering the excuse that you're just adding a bit of spice to the situation. However, Paul's reaction suggests that perhaps it's not the right moment to discuss such matters, especially anything related to the Spice itself.

Paul tilted his head, almost taking offense at your attempt at humor. Despite his awareness of your desire to spend more time alone with him, he understood that convincing him to stay a little longer each time wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even if his attempts at pampering you, like tending to invisible wounds that morphed into cuddle sessions, were charming, he recognized that your discussions about the 'Spice' were more about politics than relaxation. Poor thing– that was all he knew about out. This realization led to a soft chuckle from you, followed by an apology for bringing up the topic. However, Paul dismissed your apology, urging you not to discuss such matters, especially around him, as he couldn't help but wonder why you frequented the nursing room more often than before. “Now tell me, or I might just become as impatient as you’ll be when demanding kisses..”

His voice trailed off, almost seductive when Paul was right about to expose this little game of yours. Instantly you could feel his lip curve slightly into a smirk as he saw your expression, your eyes winding in shock, trying your very best to obliged. That you were the one who meant to shock Paul out of his work for some time but, perhaps you were indeed right about your wonders. That in fact, Paul knew that the exact reasons why you obliged yourself to the nursing room more often than ever. Only to find out, it was to spend more time with him. But Paul being himself, being the type of guy that he is, did not to confess his wrong at first or to be completely oblivious. After all– he is the duke’s son.

"So, let me get this straight," Paul Atreides began, his tone tinged with a mixture of disbelief and introspection. "I, Paul Atreides, am so easily ensnared by your little charade? It's rather disheartening, truth be told." There was a hint of a pout on his lips as he contemplated your adeptness at expressing your desires, though he couldn't entirely fault you for it. With the constant demands of dealing with the Harkonnens and managing CHOAM affairs, finding time for you had become more challenging than he and you had anticipated.

Unlike his parents, whose marriage was purely political, Paul had chosen a different path, one where your presence held a significance beyond mere political alliances. For him, building a future within the confines of the Atreides' House with you by his side was a deeply personal and cherished desire. Material wealth could wait; what mattered most was the connection he shared with you. With a sigh, he reached out to gently caress your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of your correctness all along. Perhaps it was time to prioritize his own happiness, even if it meant putting paperwork aside momentarily. "Maybe you're onto something," he admitted, his voice softening. "Perhaps you’re right, perhaps it's time for me to take a break from the endless bureaucracy and spend some quality time together. After all, even I need to unwind–."

Paul's words carried a weight of remorse rarely heard, especially within the esteemed Atreides family. As he neared the end of his sentence, you leaned in swiftly, feeling the soft brush of his lips against yours in a lingering kiss. The longing shared between you both was palpable, though circumstances often made indulgence impractical, intensifying the desire even more. When Paul finally pulled away, he gently nibbled at your lower lip, a playful chuckle escaping him at the sudden surge of hunger between the two of you. There was an undeniable yearning to touch, caress, and love you. "Perhaps I'll request a day off," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of promise. “Perhaps you will.” You both end up chuckling as he cups your face, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips. Paul confessed once more,

“And perhaps, we don't always have to use the excuse of happy accidents, so I can exile from paperwork every now and then.”

#timothée chalamet #dune x reader #dune part two #dune imagine #paul atreides imagine #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x you #duke leto atreides #jessica atreides #lady jessica #dune part 2 #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides smut #timothee x reader #timothee chamalet #timothee x you #feyd rautha x reader

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controld3vil · 4 days

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chaotic duo

pairing(s): dune cast x actor!reader (platonic), oscar isaac x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: even your on-screen son can't deny how delightful his on-screen parents were.

notes: absolutely no shade to jessica ferguson i adore her too much. reader is considered to have fem pronouns. ALSO ive been feeling iffy about trying to write for dune characters?? personally, although i love writing these actor!reader stories, writing for the actual characters i feel would be more challenging. dune's still pretty new to me but i kinda wanna give it a shot if i can make a good storyline T-T

It all started with the Dune Cast Q&A brought together by Nerdist. Timothee Chalamet and Denis Villeneuve had just finished chatting with the host, Stephen Colbert about their perspectives on Paul's character. Much emphasis had gone on the young actor's performance. And Denis's decision to cast such a well-experienced one.

After finishing up their last question together, Stephen decides to introduce two additional members. "Timothee let's bring out the man and the woman who play your parents, Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica." A transition between screens to display your camera view and Oscar's. He introduces both your names.

"Hi!" You grin at the camera, comfortably leaning against one of the arms of your chair. Similar to everyone else's backdrop, yours was pitch gray, covering all but your silhouette and chair.

"Hey Stephen," Oscar greets at ease, as you proceed to wave to each of the people seen onscreen.

It cuts immediately to the host gesturing in continuation for a question. "Tell me and the audience about Duke Leto Atreides. What do we need to know?"

"He's the father and human. I think that's the biggest thing and uh under incredible pressure to save his family. Save his house but to adapt to this new existential threat situation which is moving to this strange planet," Your fellow costar puts into short. Short and concise was what was expected.

Content with his answer, Stephen moves the attention to you. He calls out your name, eagerly. "Rereading the books uh- right now, I am struck by how much of the story- uh the backstory and the action story is driven by the decisions Lady Jessica makes." A smile grows on your face, knowing how much fun was a character to play for you.

Along his last few words, you find yourself nodding in agreement. "I'm impressed with that you, Stephen actually read the books again!" An instant grin comes from the said man. "But it's all applause to Denny- he highlighted this from the book. In the film, her decisions basically create, fractures and disrupts everything."

"Best parents ever," In a low whisper, Timothee murmurs and the five of you burst into short chuckles and snickers.

"The best you could ever have!" You clapped your hands together, shaking them above your head in victory. And when the screen expands to show everyone's reactions, the audience can noticeably pinpoint Oscar's playful eye-rolling.

Another fun interview you had the pleasure of sharing was with Grazia UK. It was in a more comfortable setting. With you and Oscar in a lounge room, with the Zoom camera on. While the female interviewer complimenting a kind smile.

"Can I ask you something," Not within a second of the conversation, you rose up with a peculiar question. "Do you remember his beard?" Your costar beside you, looks away in disappointment. Even raising his hand to emphasize his discouraged state.

"A bit yes..."

"Yeah,"

"Yes!"

"Why? It was an impressive beard," Sort of clueless really, the interviewer says, of why you wanted to the topic up.

"Yeah, it was impressive!" Oscar looks back and forth between you and the camera, directing towards the woman on the other side. While you shriveled in embarrassment, leaning your head behind his shoulder, with a few snorts of laughter. "She doesn't even remember if I had a beard or not in the movie! She just saw it."

"Quite a prominent beard!"

"Yes yes, well I can remember so much," You chaste, leaning closer, locking eyes with your costar. Threatening really in a playful way.

"We shot together for a few months! How could you not remember?!" He exclaims, raising both his hands in the air in exasperation. You puff, adorning a pouty-like look.

"I work with what's in front of me," you turn to address the interviewer, pointing at Oscar accusingly. Because much contrast to what he looked months ago, he no longer had that impressive beard. He was clean-shaven, much to your display.

Next to you, Oscar scoffs. "Apparently not!" Bumping shoulders with you as you fought back, poking him many times obnoxiously.

You both later discussed a provoking quote referenced multiple times from Dune posters. Fear is the mind killer. Truly a simple yet intriguing phrase that fitted well with the film. And in generally, you and Oscar compared each others quotes from personal experience.

"I guess you could combine them together," Taking a sip out of your glass, you eyed at Oscar. He hums back and smooths his hands comfortably down his hips.

"It will pass and love prevails!" He cheerfully expresses. Even from afar, the interviewer can notice how much fun you two were having with the question.

"Right and, it plays perfectly with the film," You add onto your little spiel, nodding as you go, "Besides the fact that- you know, fear is the mind killer."

The male actor lets out a long sigh. "Makes you forget how violent the movie is."

On the other side of the screen, the blonde interviewer shrugs her shoulders. "Well- it's only included in small parts in the movie."

It was your turn to hum, dragging out the M sound. "I think maybe the film focusses too much on romance."

A caught off cough comes from Oscar as he tries to his best to dismiss his your sarcastic comment. "I feel like there should've been more of it."

"Really?!" The shot pans to your exaggerated shocked gaze. You then turn to look at the interviewer. "He has no idea how to write a movie." Instantaneously the male actor bursts out laughing, shaking his head back and forth in little denial. Even you couldn't hold it together and giggled a little.

"You play Timothee's parents so spent a lot of time with him. What is the most interesting thing we do not about Timothee Chalamet?" The interviewer prompts, having their arms supported on top the their desk with pure keenness.

Pursing your lips together in concentration, your attention turns towards your partner. "Well coming from me- I mean I don't know if people know this about him or not- but he's very open hearted." Oscar continues, "And me, having to play his father- hence the beard!"

"Ah!" Giving more emphasis, you raised your brow in recollection.

He goes on comparing the analogy of having to play Duke Leto as a powerful leader of a House. Without his people and court, he wouldn't resemble much of an prestige leader. However Oscar later mentions that Timothee's performance was the catalyst to their relationship look authentic. He is young yet incredibly sympathetic towards what's to be done for the film. His time with both of you really sold your relationship as a family, you'd think.

"So that's a very generous thing to do for a young actor. And I was impressed and admired that," In the background, you can be heard mumbling in agreement. Your partner shifts his posture, facing and expecting you to go next.

Licking your lips, you took one last glance at him before focusing strictly at the Zoom camera. "I think for me, to have a young actor like him- he's very driven about it all. When he's on and off screen, Timothee's just focused- he's very serious and concentrates heavily on what Denny says- and I can say I respect that." You punctuate your point, tapping lightly on your knee. "And I play his mother you know, and I try to accommodate with that. I play along and we work until we find a good rhythm with each other." The older woman on the screen seemed enamored by your compliments regarding your costar. Yet her eyes quickly makes it's way to Oscar, sitting quietly and listening to you ramble.

His laidback posture showed how greatly he took your words in. You grab your glass and take a quick sip before hearing him say, "We raised him well." Taking your hand in both of his as a sign of pride.

A delightful chuckle comes from both you and the interviewer while your partner gives a satisfied grin. "We really did!"

The media did not need proof to know of your enjoyed time during the production of Dune. In fact, multiple vlogs and documentaries about the film had fans and viewers alike become fond of your positive and laid back attitude about it all. Despite playing a calculating character such as Lady Jessica, you were nothing of serious when on screen with your costars.

"Welcome to Arrakis!" You popped into frame, wearing an exquisite dress, costumed by one of the designers. It was golden yellow with chains running down from the bottom half of your face to your chest. A faint veil covered your head but for right now, you had it placed on your hair. You spread your arms with anticipation for the cameraman to pan around your surroundings. "It's sunny today so I think we'd be out here for some time." You moved extremely close to the camera, before moving out of the frame to the side.

Abu Dhabi was bliss. The production and crew worked diligently day and night working in the deserts. And on this particular day, most of the cast had been present as well for the introduction of House Atriedes on Arrakis.

A few shots slowly pans from the crew's tents and Denny far into the sandy mountains as he speaks with Timothee. Another shot slyly captures you showing Josh Brolin an unknown video, sideways. Which somehow made him cackle very enthusiastically, holding his stomach to air as you quickly pat his back multiple of times. In all, everyone of the cast members were having a blast in the dry outskirts of the unknown.

"Hello," Brolin pops in another clip where he stands, wearing the Atreides armor. Under a massive shade area, a few people can be spotted in the background, moving equipment and conversing with others. From afar, the people filming the documentary can be heard presenting a few questions for him to touch upon. "Ah what do I think about Lady Jessica being played by," He says your name sincerely.

The video cuts to you having a conversation with your on and screen husband. A hand covering above your face to shield yourself from the sun, while Oscar tries to move where the light is hitting you as the best he could.

"I mean a phenomenal actor like her playing in that kind of role is guaranteed to have an amazing performance. She's- We've known each for a long time since Sicario and with Denny," The male actor softly grins, staring at where you were. "But Oscar on the other hand, eh- not so much." His tone becoming monotonous, as if the shift in topic was distasteful to the touch.

"Whatcha say, Gurney?!" A scream echoes and it's Oscar, cupping both his hands into an O.

The older actor couldn't keep it together before breaking into frivolous giggles. "Nothing, my lord!" He takes one last glance back before seeing you give him two big thumbs up with a silly smirk. "No in all seriousness, those two are just the best! You can never have a bad day with them."

Another prominent section in the video fans adored was with the actors that played Duncan Idaho and Dr. Liet Kynes. This time they are situated in what looked like the structure of Arrakeen. Where all ornithopters were supposedly stationed and the introduction of Dr. Kynes.

"They're so mom and dad," Jason Momoa shaking his head playfully with his hands clamped together. Both him and Sharon Duncan-Brewster wore still suits unlike many other extras who wore Atreides armor. "I mean- they're playing Paul's parents- but in real life it's just so different."

"Definitely more chaotic," Brewster jumps in, earning a hum from her costar. "They act nothing like them."

A cool shot from different location displays you in a dark with Timothee. It was the scene after Paul is put to test to by the Reverent Mother. It was a chilling scene yes, but in post production, many realize how unprofessional you sometimes were even in the most serious times.

The cameras were not live however the film crew were about to pan to you gesturing back and forth with your on-screen son. It was a interactive and intriguing conversation you both were having. You looking in purely engaged with what the French actor was saying. After a few sentences being spoken, it looked as though you chided a teasing joke which gave the reaction of Timothee slightly snickering, backing away slowly.

"I mean do they look like my parents? No," The young actor states shortly. It looked as though the clip was shot right after capturing your cute moment togehter. "But I'd say- yeah Oscar Isaac's a great actor and- to be able to play my dad is pretty cool. Even though we look nothing alike." Nervous laughter spouts as he clears his throat.

"I feel like I get the resemblances from my mom though," Affectionately stating your name, "You can tell where I got my powers, good looks from." Momentarily readjusting his collar as he takes a quick look from behind, knowing your footsteps.

"See? I'm the favorite parent!" In hushed squeal, you wrapped your hands around Timothee's shoulders, earning a lovable grin back.

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cassie48 · 1 month

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ᰔ 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳 ᰔ

𝘍𝘦𝘺𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

[ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 ]

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You, (y/n) atreides, had been bethrothed to the na-baron, Feyd Rautha since you were born. The Bene Gesserit had been carefully crossing blood lines for years and years, to bring forth 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦. You were to give birth to him.

You met Feyd for the first time when you were both only six years old. Both the Harkonnens and the Atreides agreed it would be best for the two of you to create a bond before the wedding.

You vividly remember the first time you saw your betrothed. At first, he was very sceptical of you, Harkonnens are naturally very cold with others. They were known for their violence and cruelty. But his opinions of you completely changed when you had complimented his features. He wasn’t used to outsiders admiring him. A large smile crept on his face.

From that day on, he adored you, to be honest, he became 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 with you. Your kind and innocent personality was too hard not to love.

Every year you would meet again, each time your crushes on each other would become stronger. On your 10th meeting the two of you, at 16 had shared your first kiss. It was sweet but had turned more passionate, eventually you both had stopped, remembering you had to wait to do anything else until marriage.

Feyd was ruthless, some may even call him psychotic, but around you he was 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. He let you see his true feelings and thoughts. He was gentle when it came to you. This was because he knew you were his soulmate.

After you two had turned seventeen, Feyd had requested he see you more often. So you two would meet every few months. He would steal kisses from you, telling you he couldn’t wait for your marriage.

When the day eventually did come, you were so excited, but so nervous. You knew you had a duty after the dinner and well, it scared you.

You wore a simple, yet gorgeous white gown, and a white veil that covered your angelic face. Feyd wore a military outfit, as per tradition.

Once you spoke your vows, you were pronounced husband and wife, and shared a beautifully a passionate kiss. You had never felt such happiness.

You ate your dinner, you knew it was the last meal you’d share with your family for quite some time, so you tried to enjoy it.

After an hour or so since everyone finished their meals, Feyd rose from his seat, taking your hand and announcing to your guests that you were leaving.

You let his hold your hand, the two of you slightly tipsy from the wine you had downed. Every now and then on your journey to his room, you would share a kiss, clinging to each other in pure love.

As you made your way to his door he suddenly picked you up bridal style, making you yell out in shock, before soft giggles left your mouth.

He roughly kicked the door open, then shoving it closer when he walked inside.

He gently lay you on the bed, staring down at you before leaning in and kissing you passionately. He let his hands roam all over your body.

“Feyd” you mumbled into the kiss.

“Mhm” he replied still kissing you back.

“Is it….gonna hurt” you whispered, your innocent voice shaking slightly.

He smirked down at you, cupping your cheek.

“If it does, it only will for a moment. Then it will feel 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.” He told you.

You nodded, trusting him to know what to do.

He kissed you with his tongue, his hands going behind your back, untying your beautiful gown, and pulling it down, off of you, revealing your perky breasts and lacy underwear.

Your cheeks reddened, not used to your naked body being visible to others.

He kissed down your neck, before getting to your breasts. He sucked and kissed them, making you push your hips up slightly, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

He laughed slightly, before taking his own clothes off. You looked down seeing his bare crotch. You gulped because well….it was 𝘣𝘪𝘨.

He kissed you again, feeling your hips push against his.

He left one of his hands move slowly down your body, reaching your underwear. He moved them to the side, letting his fingers gently touch your aching core.

You moaned out, not used to the feeling.

“Please Feyd” you cried out.

“What, use your words my love” he told you.

“Please, do it again” you whispered.

He smirked pushing two fingers inside your opening, hearing you scream out in pleasure.

He moved them in and out of you, you hips bucking up at the unusual pleasure coming from your lower belly.

You sighed sadly as you felt the pleasure stop, but quickly yelled out again and Feyd began eating you out.

He gripped your thighs and your legs wrapped around his body. He sucked at your swollen pussy as you yelled his name out.

You came, yelling out in pleasure as he kissed you once you had came down from your high. You kissed him back. He pulled your panties off you completely.

After a moment, he placed his cock at your opening, pushing the tip in slightly, as tears welled in your eyes already.

“You ready?” He asked kissing your cheeks gently.

You nodded, as your placed your hands around his torso. He pushed into you, and your body froze, pain coming form inside of you.

“Relax your body, it will feel better if you do” he said.

You eventually did as he said, and after a moment, the pain went away.

Since you said you were ready, he began to move in and out of you, the both of you moaning out in pleasure.

“Ohh yes Feyd” you whispered, the nice feeling building up in your belly.

Feyd pumped in and out of you, his hands holding you close to him.

“Your gonna look so pretty full of my child” he said, kissing your forehead as you both felt your bodies getting close.

“Oh Feyd it…it feels so good” you said, not knowing what an orgasm is.

“Let go, sweetheart” he said, your forehead pressed together.

You came undone, gripping his shoulders tightly as you felt tears fall down your cheeks in pleasure.

Feyd then came inside you, coating your womb with his cum, staying inside you for a minute, to make sure none of his seed went to waste.

He then pulled out, laying down next to you, pulling your body close to his.

You rested you head on his chest, feeling tired now.

“Feyd?” You whispered.

“Yes” his cold voice answered looking down at you.

“Am I…gonna be pregnant now?” Your soft voice asked in curiosity.

“Yes, you will be” he said cupping your cheek.

“How are you so sure?” You asked, a little scared.

“You were made for me, those 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 have been crossing bloodlines to make us, design us specifically for each other. I’m sure, I put an heir in you” he kissed you , before pulling the covers over your body.

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I wanted to make a soft Feyd fic cuz I haven’t seen one before!

#feyd rautha #paul atreides #smut #fanfiction #dune part two #austin butler #feyd rautha x reader #feyd x reader #feyd oneshot #paul atredies x reader #dune x reader #dune 2 x reader #jessica atreides #leto atreides

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faetreides · 1 month

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dark!paul and leto both becoming obsessed with servant reader…. walk with me

#dune #i’m still working on coryo wips don’t worry #paul atredies x reader #leto atreides #tw dark content #⚰️.deaddove

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3d-wifey · 1 month

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i thought people just didn't care but i guess it was a skill issue all along and they just can't write unless theyre including "your rosey complexion" or "your pink nipples". Honestly you really arent missing much with those stories, and i say you take her advice and write some dune fics. Not bc it's the best solution, but bc i feel like you could write some really good dune fics. this was my long winded way of requesting for the fandom 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Oooo you sneaky sneaky, heehee hoohoo 😆 I was honestly planning too, yeah

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archieimagines · 24 days

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anyone for a dune imagine?

long time no see! hopefully this isn't just going out into the invisible void. i've been absent for a while because life goes on, but i once again crave to exercise my writing muscles. only, my creative juices aren't creative-juicing.

i've been indulging in the universe of dune and would love to write for one or two characters from there - but at present, i'm not sure where to start!

this is a long-winded way of saying:

my inbox is open for paul, feyd-rautha and leto atreides ideas!

if you have any lingering plot bunnies that you'd like to see written, please send them in to me! i'd love to have a crack and get the juices flowing again. i've missed writing and interacting with you all like crazy, so hopefully this is the gateway!

archie <3

#dune imagine #paul atreides imagine #paul atredies x reader #feyd rautha imagine #feyd rautha x reader #leto atreides imagine #leto atreides x reader #requests open #i missed this

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lowtaperfeyd · 1 month

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Hello!

I’m Jay and I write. Primarily I’m interested in Dune and nothing else. I have read the six main books written by Frank Herbert and a few by Brian Herbert. I’ve also seen all the movies. I will take gladly requests to write for

•Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen 🤭 •Paul Atreides •Duke Leto Atreides •Lady Jessica •Duncan Idaho •Gurney Halleck

I do not write smut though.

requests:closed

✨masterlist✨

#navigation #feyd rautha x reader #duncan idaho x reader #gurney halleck x reader #paul atredies x reader #lady jessica x reader #leto atreides x reader #dune #dune 2

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winniethewife · 4 months

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Every single thing to come has turned into ashes (Leto Atreides x reader)

Warning: Sad, Angst, Pregnancy, canon character death

Words: 541

She knew she was Second fiddle to Lady Jessica. Its wasn’t something she even questioned, But when The Duke left Caladan promising that once things were settled he’d send for her, She knew somewhere deep inside she wouldn’t see him again. She stares out on the water as she recovers from the news. Her Lover was gone, he was murdered. She thought she had cried every tear she had to give when they had told her. As she started back home she was thinking of the last time he lay in her bed.

“It will be alright. I will see you very soon.” He had said with such confidence, his hand had caressed her face as He lay beside her.

“Please…since you must go, say Goodbye. Just this once.” She had pleaded. He Shook his head and pressed a kiss to her lips once more. For the last time. But when he left, he hadn’t said a thing.

As she entered the empty halls of the castle of Atreides she looks around, She couldn’t find any more tears to cry, the lack of any personal items in the halls were a brutal reminder of what had happened.

“You were more than just a short time… you were a legend, something no one will ever surpass.” She said softly as if speaking to the empty halls was like talking to him. She made her way to her quarters, sitting at the end of her bed as she does so she touches her abdomen. Days after finding out what had happened to Leto, She had found out she was with child, his child, that’s when she found out she had plenty more tears left to cry. She sighed and looks up.

“I've got a lot to live without…Without you. What would you think my lord…my love. You’re never gonna meet your daughter. That kills me every day.” She doesn’t know why she thinks talking to air makes it so he would hear her. But she hopes to the gods that he hears her.

“Did some force take you because I didn't pray? Is this a punishment for some transgression I don’t know? Am I meant to pay for falling in love with a man who was never mine? Shall I spend the rest of my days wondering what could've been? What would've been if things had been different?” She doesn’t know who she’s asking now. She hold her head in her hands as she feels the grief, the endless possibility that lay ahead. She knew she and her child were in danger. If anyone knew she carried the last of the Atredies line, she would be dead for sure. After some deep breaths she held her pendant in her hand, one of the few gifts she ever received from the Duke. Looking down at the green gem His words echo in her head.

“You will never hear me say Goodbye, My darling, Goodbye is too final for us, I Don’t want our story to end. There will be no Goodbye’s.” If she closes her eyes she can see the care on his face as he had said that. Now all she wished was that there was at least one, the one that mattered.

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#oscar isaac fic #taylor swift #Spotify #midnights #bigger than the whole sky #Dune #dune 2021 #duke leto atreides #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides #x reader #angst #sad

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fastlikealambo · 2 months

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Wasn't sure if I should add feyd rautha cause baldy scares me

edit: that is supposed to say chani fuck autocorrect

#dune fic #paul atredies x reader #chani kynes x reader #lady jessica x reader #dune fanfiction

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Dune imagines 🪽

So I just finished watching Dune part Two and let me tell you how I am so ready to write for Feyd-Rautha and Paul. I have so many ideas to share! Stay tuned. 🩶

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#timothée chalamet #dune part two #paul atreides #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x you #paul atreides imagine #duke leto atreides #duke leto x you #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #austin butler #austin butler imagine #dune x reader #dune imagine

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"Our Na-Baroness"

Duncan Idaho x Reader x Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry a/n: I don't want any other threesome unless it's with Duncan and Feyd Summary: Y/n is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong. Warnings: Heavy smut, possessive behaviour, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Feyd, sub!reader, slightdom!Duncan, overstimulation, slight knife play, Feyd and Duncan fight for the reader's affection, soft sex w/ Duncan, oral (f receiving, m threatening), threesome, fingering Word Count: 6k+ I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Y/n was Duke Leto’s ward, the daughter of one of his oldest friends. While around the Atreides family, Y/n grew close to each household member; Leto and Jessica ensured she trained to be the future lady of whichever house she would marry into. Jessica ensured her training in the Bene Gesserit wouldn’t go unnoticed. The Reverend Mother had insisted that when Y/n was born, her mother and father agreed to marry their daughter Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. They fought against it as long as possible, trying to convince the Reverend Mother to marry their daughter to Paul, but she wouldn’t listen to reason. Leto dreaded the day he would have to send Y/n away; he despised the Harkonnens. For centuries, House Atreides and House Harkonnen have been enemies. Both seek power for different reasons. Blinded by the hatred for one another, the Bene Gesserit had hoped that Y/n, being part of House Atredies, not by blood, could still bridge a wave of peace between the two houses. If their plan is successful, that is.

Paul and Y/n were like glue; you couldn’t separate them no matter how much anyone tried. Paul shared his dreams with Y/n; often, Y/n would ease his mind and hold him as he talked about his thoughts. She, too, suffered from dreams and nightmares; he could sense it but never pushed her to tell him. But there was one she told her dreams to. Duncan. The Atreide’s sword master, when Y/n reached eighteen years old, had come of age to marry. Fearing for her life, she had heard about the Harkonnen’s, more commonly, the brutal psychotic younger nephew Feyd-Rautha.

“Come with me as my guard. I’d feel much safer if you were there with me, Duncan,” Y/n whispered, her cheek rubbed against his, their noses brushing. Duncan took in a deep breath, holding her face. “My love, if you wish me to be at your side. I will do so.” He kissed her lips gently, pulling her into his lap and holding her close to his body. His palm grasped her hand and placed it over his heart. “You will always be safe with me. I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. You have my heart forever, my star. You will not face that Harkonnen on your own”, he breathed Y/n looped her arms around his neck, kissing his neck. The older man felt his breath hitch, Y/n’s hips rolling on his, her lips parted as soft moans fell out of her mouth.

Duncan closed his eyes, listening to her sweet sounds gripping her thighs. He laid her on the bed, covering her body with his. Her eyes gazed into his, her finger delicately tracking his bottom lip. Duncan kissed the pad of her finger softly before kissing her palm, trailing down to her wrist. His hands worked to remove her nightgown; sliding the silk material up her body, he kissed her stomach and sternum; his tongue traced a line up before kissing each breast delicately. Y/n gasped softly, fingers running through Duncan’s hair, gripping the roots. “Duncan”, Her voice whispered, her legs spreading to accommodate the man in between. “Yes, my love?” he breathed, her skin heating under his touch. His mouth moved up her neck, his hips rocking into hers, the lovers moaning together. Y/n felt her arousal soak her panties, her breathing becoming heavy. Duncan chuckled deeply in her ear. “I can feel how wet you are; you are soaked”, he growled; one of his hands moved her panties aside, entering a finger inside her Y/n’s back arched off the bed as her walls clenched around his finger. “Duncan, please”, she whispered, her hand gripping his wrist. Duncan smirked, kissing her jaw as he entered another finger. Y/n kissed Duncan, the kiss swallowing her moans as Duncan’s fingers thrust faster Y/n’s body began to shudder as she moaned loudly.

Duncan crawled down her body and removed his fingers; Y/n whimpered as Duncan smiled, pulling her panties down her legs and placing them over his shoulders. Licking his lips, he kissed her thighs, breathing deeply; he made his way between her wet folds. Y/n looked down as Duncan made eye contact with her. He winked before diving in Y/n threw her head back on the pillow. One of her hands gripped Duncan’s hair, and the other fisted the sheets beside her. “Oh, Duncan!” Y/n gasped, thankful the sound of rain and thunder would cover her sounds from anybody passing by her room. Duncan’s tongue lapped her arousal; her sweet taste to him was like nectar the gods had bestowed upon him.

Y/n felt her hips roll against Duncan’s skilful tongue, feeling him lick a broad stroke, causing her body to shiver. Y/n’s other hand gripped his head, her hips rocking faster, her climax approaching; feeling the fire in her lower abdomen rise, Y/n moaned Duncan’s name, pleading with him. The sword master groaned, sending vibrations through her core as she came on his tongue. The man greedily lapped every ounce of her arousal, not letting any go to waste. Pulling him by the hand, Y/n rolled them over as she kissed Duncan passionately. Removing his sleeping pants, Duncan sat up, removed his shirt, and threw it away. His arms wrapped around her back, her hands cupping his face, and they kissed fiercely. Y/n pushed Duncan down as she slid down his hard cock slowly; she took in a sharp inhale, feeling him stretch her open as she began to move. Duncan smiled, groaning loudly, his hands on her waist. “That’s it, sweetheart, take me so well”, he moaned as Y/n sighed, leaning down her hair and covering their faces from the lighting outside her balcony. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, feeling Duncan buck his hips, hitting her spongy spot Y/n gasped into the kiss. Duncan flipped them over, wrapping her legs around him. His body glided along hers, their bodies moulded for each other. Duncan breathed heavily, his nose brushed hers, and his eyes fluttered open as he stared into hers. “I love you, Y/n, so much”, he rasped Y/n moaned, her hands gripping his arms, feeling his muscles flex with each thrust. “I love you too, Duncan”, she murmured, kissing him as they both relished in each other’s embrace. Tomorrow, everything will change.

Y/n had bid farewell to Leto, Jessica and Paul as she and Duncan walked up the ship’s ramp, turning to look back at her family one last time. Waving to them with a smile, tears in her eyes, the ramp closed before her. Y/n sat as Duncan held her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Remember, I’ll be right beside you”, he whispered, a smile on his face, love in his eyes as she nodded. “I’m scared, Duncan. Have you ever met him, Feyd-Rautha?” Duncan shook his head. “Not personally, but I did see him when he was a young boy when I trained on Geidi Prime before the Harkonnens killed my sister. Feyd was a quick learner and skilled with knives as a little boy. I would hate to see his skills now,” he murmured as Y/n breathed deeply. “Jessica has taught me the ways of the Bene Gesserit; if I am careful and strategic, I can use it on him. She said seducing him would be my best asset to tame him. But I fear he will be too smart; he may catch on quickly to me.”

Landing in Geidi Prime, Y/n and Duncan walked together towards the Harkonnen fortress. Its size was impressive but very intimidating, so this is to be my new home. She thought to herself as the grand doors opened. Duncan kept her close as they wandered through the dark halls welcomed by the Baron himself. Servants had their heads bowed as they shook lightly, whether it was out of fear or coldness. Y/n wasn’t sure and didn’t want to find out. The Baron chuckled, his arms spread wide “Ah, the new Baroness to be! How wonderful to finally have you here on Geidi Prime. Is this the famous Duncan Idaho? I remember you from your early training days here. Formidable warrior, perhaps you could teach my youngest nephew a thing or two he doesn’t know yet” The Baron chuckled. Duncan forced a smile.

“If Lord Harkonnen permits me, then yes, perhaps I can” he squinted his eyes lightly, and Y/n smiled. “And where is my husband to be? I am most anxious to meet him,” she bowed her head delicately as the Baron nodded. “But of course, how rude of me and my nephew. Feyd! Come, your bride is here!” The Baron’s voice echoed through the room as the doors opened from afar, and a young man walked through. “I outta cut your vocal cords until they are-” He began as the Baron pointed towards Y/n Feyd, turned his head slowly, his mouth open as he licked inside his mouth. He clicked his tongue, walking towards Y/n, his eyes intense as he took her in. His hands began to unclench from the tight fists he had formed as he stood in front of Y/n. “Well, well”, he rasped, his voice deep as he stared into her eyes. “Anxious to meet me, have you? The feelings mutual with you, pet,” his voice was thick with lust, and his eyes drifted to Duncan. He stood in front of him and smirked. “And who is this?” he questioned. “You were supposed to come alone; there is no need to be frightened”, he teased. Duncan’s jaw clenched. “The Duke assigned me to be Lady Y/n’s guard on Caldan. I am continuing my duty here also. After all, her safety is my priority. And I will provide her with the protection she needs. From any threat.” Duncan spoke as he lowered his voice so that only Feyd could hear, “Even her husband.” Duncan smirked as Feyd chuckled, looking at Y/n and then back to Duncan. “As the Na-Baron, she is my Na-Baroness. I, too, will see to her protection. No one touches what is mine,” Feyd hissed, his eyes turning to Y/n, glowing with possessiveness, making Y/n shiver under his heated gaze.

When the wedding ceremony occurred, Feyd tugged Y/n by the wrist towards him. “Run, my wife, I’ll catch you soon enough”, he grinned as Y/n looked at Duncan in fear; her lover nodded to her to listen to Feyd as Y/n picked up the end of her dress and ran. Feyd looked down at Duncan and licked his blade before storming down the aisle, chasing after his wife. Y/n panted heavily as she ran to a set of unfamiliar halls; she gasped, hearing Feyd’s footsteps approaching, but she couldn’t tell where. Y/n looked at her options and decided to keep running forward. Looking behind to see if she was being followed, she collided with a body. Seeing Feyd, he tilted his head, a grin on his face. “Don’t make it easy for me; I so do love the chase”, he purred as Y/n backed away slowly as she took off again; Feyd rolled his head back and breathed heavily. Running after her, he chased her to a dead end. He twirled his knife Y/n whimpered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Feyd approached her with calculated steps. “Sweet wife, it seems you’ve gotten yourself trapped. How did you manage that?” he licked his lips, his body pressing against hers to the marbled wall. “Please, Na-Baron”, she whispered. His fingers delicately wiped her tears; he pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he cooed, putting his knife away. Y/n swallowed as he felt his arms wrap around her body, throwing her over his shoulder. Y/n wriggled in his hold as Feyd walked them to his chambers; the doors opened, and he locked them securely with a button. Y/n began to cry softly as she was put on her feet. Feyd cupped her cheek and kissed her fiercely, his kiss consuming her whole. She felt as if the air from her lungs was being sucked out of her. Feyd licked her lips, asking for entrance, but she denied him. Feyd grunted into the kiss and pulled away. “Don’t deny me”, he growled, picking her up and kneeling on the bed, throwing her down on the silk sheets. Y/n scrambled, trying to escape, but Feyd gripped her ankles, pulling her towards him.

He snarled, caging her underneath him. “I will have my way with you, whether you submit to me or not.” Y/n felt her breathing shudder as Feyd pinned her to the bed with his eyes. “I’m sorry, Na-Baron”, she whispered as Feyd leaned down and kissed her again, swiping her lip with his tongue; Y/n granted him as Feyd moaned in approval. Y/n, let him think he was in control and slowly raised her hands. Pushing him off her, she ran to the doors as she tried to open them. Slamming her fists on the door, Feyd licked his lips, excitement flowing through him; he slowly stood like a snake as he watched in amusement.

“Duncan! Help me, please!” She screamed, hoping he was near and he could hear her pleas for help. Feyd narrowed his eyes; he could hear the desperation in her voice; he smirked. Feyd stood behind her, his tongue licking her neck. “He cannot help you.” His raspy voice, mixed with a growl, sent shivers down her back. Y/n turned around to face Feyd, his chest rising and falling; he breathed out of his nose as he watched her intently. “Please”, she pleaded as Feyd stood silent, his fist clenched as he pounded the door beside her head. Y/n could hear Jessica’s voice in her mind. Telling her to relax and focus.

Y/n licked her lips. “I’m sorry, Na-Baron, I won’t run anymore, but please don’t do anything to Duncan”, She begged. Feyd smiled, hearing his wife’s beg, music to his eyes. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. “We’ll see”, he smirked, throwing her down as he pulled out his knife, cutting her dress open as he removed the fabric from her body. Her corset and lace underwear made Feyd’s heart race; she was beautiful, and he wouldn’t deny it. She was an angel, his wife. His Baroness. She was his. Y/n’s eyes widened as she tried to cover her body from his gaze.

Feyd lay down, his body sliding between her legs, the blade of the knife cutting the corset Y/n lay still, afraid she would be cut, letting Feyd do what he wanted. Humming, he came to her breasts. The coolness of the blade made her shiver, and a slight chuckle emitted from Feyd’s mouth. He trailed the tip down her sternum towards her stomach, pressing gently. Cutting the material of her panties, she inhaled sharply, her body bare to his gaze. A low growl came from Feyd’s chest; he felt his mouth water at her, and his hands gripped her waist, pulling her towards him. “Before I completely ruin you, little one, your sweet cunt is driving me insane”, he grinned, his black teeth nipped at her inner thighs, sharing a stare with Y/n. “I have held back long enough”, he rasped before spreading her legs and eating her out roughly. Y/n cried out a mix of pleasure and pain; Feyd wasn’t gentle, his teeth and tongue ravaging her; she felt her back arch, feeling his fingers bruise her hips holding her down. Her mind drifted to Duncan, thinking about him; she wouldn’t give in to Feyd. Thinking about the sword master, her lips parted in a loud moan, his name escaping as she opened her eyes in fear. Feyd had stopped his movements, climbing up her body, his head pressed to hers. His body shook in anger. “You dare say his name?” He hissed fury in his blue eyes. He removed his pants and entered Y/n in one harsh thrust. “He is not your husband. I am!” he roared fucking her brutally Y/n screamed underneath him feeling his cock split her open.

Duncan was outside the door, and hearing his star’s cries for him made him cringe. “DUNCAN!” she screamed. He could hear Feyd’s grunts and laughs taunting her. His eyes were tightly closed as he whispered, “I’m right here, my star.” He stood straight, forced to listen to Feyd have his way with Y/n.

“Please!” Y/n begged Feyd, tears streaming down her face. Feyd licked her tears before kissing her roughly. His thrusts turned carnal, his body never giving her time to recover. Feyd panted into her neck, his tongue swiping her pulse before whispering in her ear, “Your body is mine now. You do not belong to him; you never did. Every day, every night, you will be filled with my seed until you are with my child. Then when you do have my child, I’ll fuck another one into you.” He growled, looking into her eyes; he moaned, feeling her walls clench around his cock; he smirked before pulling out of her and flipping her onto her stomach. Lying her flat, he pressed himself to her; his eyes closed Y/n whimpered underneath her sounds muffled by the pillow. Feyd kissed her neck, his thrusts stuttering as he groaned loudly, filling her with his seed. Y/n moaned as she felt her body shake as she came around him; as much as she didn’t want to, her body fought against her, feeling the pleasure win her over. Feyd pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back, kissing her chest. He lapped at her breasts and stomach.

Y/n’s low moans made Feyd smile; he had fucked her hard enough she was exhausted. Feyd licked her wet folds greedily Y/n’s body jittered at the feeling as she closed her eyes; she couldn’t fight him. Her legs involuntarily spread, accommodating Feyd in between her legs, as she went to push Feyd away, but he growled in warning. Y/n whined, letting Feyd do what he wanted. “My Na-Baron, please”, she whispered, sitting up on her arms Feyd stared up his mouth, not leaving her cunt. His pointed tongue swiped a long stroke, making Y/n throw her head back. Feyd felt her hips roll, his eyes closing in pleasure she was giving in to him. Her body convulsed in pleasure as she came on his tongue Y/n let out a soft cry.

Feyd breathed deeply through his nose as he pressed his body up, bending Y/n’s legs back, his mouth devouring her. Tasting her arousal sent his mind into a frenzy. The lewd sounds echoed in the chambers. Feyd pulled away, wiping his mouth Y/n fell on the bed as she passed out. Feyd grinned and covered her with the silk sheet. He put on his pants and walked to the door, knowing Duncan was outside. “She is mine now, Idaho. I claimed her. I’m sure I made it loud and clear” He smirked, knocking on the door with his knuckles as Duncan’s nose flared in anger, hearing the Harkonnen chuckle inside his room. Duncan felt tears in his eyes and breathed heavily as he stood guard. “My sweet little star, I’m so sorry”, he murmured, looking through the skylight and the stars decorating the onyx sky. “I’ll be here when you wake,” he said, crying softly on the bench.

Y/n awoke feeling an arm wrapped around her. She looked to her side and saw Feyd’s sleeping frame. Her body ached as she looked down and saw bruises and marks. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain between her thighs. She let out a small moan as Feyd’s eyes shot open. He smirked. “Good morning, my wife”, his raspy voice made her laugh lightly. “I will never be your wife”, she spat before sweeping her legs over the bed. She let out a whimper. Feyd sat up and walked around the bed Y/n watched him walk into the freshener. Crying gently, he reappeared with a washcloth. Kneeling in front of her, he spread her legs. Y/n tried to close them. Feyd sighed, looking up, his head tilted.

“Unless you want dried blood between your thighs, I suggest you let me”, he told her as she frowned. Feyd wasn’t her first, so why was she bleeding? He must have been forceful to make her bleed Y/n held onto Feyd’s shoulder for support as she fell forward. Feyd didn’t flinch under her touch as he put the washcloth in a basket and picked Y/n up bridal style. Carrying her into the bathroom, he sat her on the edge of the large rock pool. “Check if you can handle the heat”, he said as he grabbed some oils; Y/n timidly touched the water, and seeing the steam rise, she was welcomed with a pleasant heat. She nodded as Feyd removed his pants and climbed into the pool.

Grabbing Y/n’s body, he pulled her into the water. “This water is infused with natural oils and minerals; it will help your body heal” he sat back, watching her intently Y/n parted her lips. “If this is part of your sick game, I want no part in it”, she whispered. Feyd shook his head. “No game, my Na-Baroness. I am simply doing my duties. As your husband”, he smirked Y/n, slowly washed in the warmth, feeling her eyes close at the feeling. The heat comfort made her feel like Duncan was wrapping his arms around her, enveloping her in warmth. She sat opposite Feyd as he closed his eyes Y/n observed him; in any other circumstance, she might have found herself lying in his arms. She looked at his face, admiring how handsome he was; in comparison to Duncan, the two men were very different. Feyd was attractive in a dangerous but thrilling way. He could kill her with swiftness if he wanted; it would be anything to him. But something about him made her heart race and her body grow hot. Upon their first meeting, she felt her arousal pool between her legs. His voice enamoured her; it put her in a trance. Feeling her body relax into the water, she felt her eyes flutter closed; Feyd opened his and blinked softly, his fingers rubbing his bottom lip.

He bit his finger, looking at her; he wanted to ravage her in the water. But he couldn’t break her and not yet had to bide his time. Y/n felt his eyes on her. “Why do you stare?” she asked him; he chuckled. “I’m admiring my wife’s beauty. Am I forbidden to do so?” he questioned Y/n and opened her eyes. “I’d rather you didn’t”, she replied as there was a knock on the chamber doors. Feyd grumbled as he exited the pool and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Yes?” he asked. “Breakfast is served Na-Baron. Are you and the Na-Baroness presentable?” He heard a servant’s voice. Feyd sighed, opened the doors, and let the servants bring in the food. Feyd caught Duncan in a stare, and he grinned.

“Idaho. Sleep well?” he laughed, leaning on the door frame. “I must say I slept peacefully with my wife under my arm. I fucked her til she passed out.” Duncan stormed forward, his nose flaring, his chest rising and falling angrily. “Don’t you ever speak about Lady Y/n in such a manner in front of me,” he snarled Y/n appeared from the freshener with a robe around her body as her feet padded on the marble floor. Duncan’s eyes looked over Feyd’s shoulder as Feyd followed his gaze. “Do you have love for my wife? Hm, you desire her?” Feyd asked Duncan, who stood silently. Y/n looked over at Duncan and Feyd. “Husband, will you join me for breakfast?” she asked Feyd softly; he smiled, turning his heel as he sat at the table. Duncan was positioned near the door, watching as he breathed. Feyd eyed him suspiciously as he ate some food; his eyes wandered to Y/n, who ate silently. “So…tell me, Y/n”, Feyd purred Y/n’s eyes looked up, catching Feyd’s; he licked his lip, holding a grape in his fingers. “What is the nature of yours and Idaho’s relationship?” he asked simply, his tone cold as his eyes turned dark Y/n kept her gaze on Feyd. Grabbing a knife, he twirled it carefully. “If someone doesn’t speak, I’ll make them”, he threatened Y/n felt her breath hitch as she shook her head. “Duncan Idaho is a close family friend, my lord husband, but nothing more. I value his protection and loyalty more than anything. He is the only comfort I have from home, you understand that, yes?” she told him as he leaned back in his chair; he turned his head to look at Duncan, nodding in approval. But still, something to him didn’t seem right; he would find out. Eventually.

Over the month, Feyd was busy training in the arena and attending council meetings. Y/n had time to breathe, and that also meant she could be in Duncan’s arms, crying into his chest as he rocked her back and forth. He, too, would shed some tears. “I miss your touch, Duncan. I miss the feeling of your lips, your voice lulling me to sleep. I miss you wrapping me in your arms. Telling you about my dreams and nightmares.” she cried. Duncan nodded, holding her face. “I know my star, I know. It pains me to hear you cry when he has his way with you. I’m forced to hear, and I can’t help you. I feel hopeless,” he murmured. He kissed Y/n gently, a soft moan escaping her lips as she cried the salt from her tears touching their lips.

Feyd stood outside the door. He breathed heavily, closing his eyes. He snarled. Walking down the hall, he prepared himself for his fight in the arena. Y/n went to her viewing platform. As she awaited for the games to begin, she noticed Duncan was not behind her, and she grew worried. Something wasn’t right.

Feyd was standing sharpening his knives as he heard footsteps behind him, his head turned slightly, seeing Duncan. Feyd grinned as he turned fully. “You asked to see me?” Duncan spoke as Feyd nodded, walking forward. “I did. I just realised I have heard so much about your fighting, yet I’ve never had the chance to experience your skills in person. I wondered if you would indulge me?” he grinned, his black teeth shining under the lights as Duncan nodded. “If you wish, where is the training room?” he asked, and Feyd shook his head. “Oh no, you are fighting in the arena. Against me,” he growled, locked in a fury gaze with Duncan as the sword master narrowed his eyes. “I know about you and my wife. I heard you both talking in my chambers. Perhaps my wife needs to remind herself of who she belongs to,” Feyd threatened with a smirk on his face.

Y/n heard the crowd erupt in cheers as she saw Feyd appear in the arena, holding his knives in the air. Spinning around and admiring, he stopped when he saw Y/n. He bowed his head and fell to one knee, raising his knife. “I dedicate this fight to…MY NA-BARONESS!” As he looked to his side, he saw Duncan walk out Y/n stood up, tears in her eyes. Duncan made his way towards Feyd as the Na-Baron readied himself. “She is watching; let’s give a show” Feyd grinned as Duncan closed his eyes, lunging at Feyd; the crowd cheered as Y/n watched in horror; if Feyd was fighting Duncan, that meant he knew about them. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to watch the fight as Duncan and Feyd duelled in the large arena.

Both fight bravely and equally, evading each other’s attacks. Calculating each other’s moves, both fighters were the perfect opponents. Y/n refused to watch anymore, and she stood and left, running to her and Feyd’s chambers. Feeling sick to her stomach, Y/n couldn’t fathom the thought of losing Duncan in a fight against Feyd. She rocked back and forth on the bed, breathing shakily as she heard the doors open loudly. Feyd stood grinning like a madman. Y/n stood up and saw he had blood on his clothes; she felt her body shake, a mix of emotions thinking Duncan was dead. Y/n stormed up to Feyd and slapped him across the face; he blinked as her action took him aback. Shaking his head, he looked at his wife with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“That was adorable; you outta do it again”, he ordered her as she slapped him again and pushed him back. He laughed and pulled her by the waist towards him. “I didn’t kill him if you must know, but I did keep him alive so everyone can know their place. I am the Na-Baron—your husband. You are the Na-Baroness—my wife. And Idaho, I’ll make him remember his place as a guard. He can watch as I fuck you senselessly into our bed. He can watch the tears stream down your cheeks when you are overwhelmed with pleasure he isn’t giving you. He can watch as I am what he will never be!” He shouted, his blue eyes shining with lust and anger. Y/n knew Feyd was always worked up after a fight, and what fueled him was his anger towards Duncan.

Y/n cupped Feyd’s cheeks; he flinched lightly at the touch Y/n slowly trailed her hands down to his chest, feeling his hot skin under her fingers. “What has happened for you to be like this?” She whispered. Feyd remained silent as Y/n studied his face; as she leant up, Feyd pulled away, his eyes fluttering as if he had been under a spell. Two servants brought in Duncan as Y/n gasped, looking at his scarred face and body. “Duncan”, Y/n whispered, holding his face, Feyd closed the doors. “I’ll ask again, what is the nature between you and Idaho?” Feyd questioned, walking over to the balcony as Y/n watched her husband cautiously.

“He is my guard, nothing more” Feyd smiled as he turned to face Y/n and Duncan. “Lie to me again”, his tone of voice deepened as he slowly walked forward; he knelt. “Lie.To.Me.Again,” Feyd asked between pauses, his fists tightened. “Duncan and I have been romantically involved for a couple of years before coming here,” Y/n admitted. Feyd grinned and looked between the lovers. “And did you think you could keep it from me?” he snarled, his lips ghosting over her cheek, making her shudder. “Feyd…” she murmured. Feyd gripped her wrist and turned his head to face Duncan. “I outta show you what happens when I have been lied to”, he grunted Y/n looked to Duncan. “What do you say, hmm, are you an observer Idaho? Or do you prefer to do the fucking yourself?” Feyd grinned, feeling himself being pushed back by Y/n. “Maybe as a punishment, I should make you kneel and suck my cock.” Duncan stood up, putting himself between Feyd and Y/n. “You wouldn’t have one if I cut it off”, Duncan growled as Feyd gripped his knife and held it to Duncan’s throat. “I should have rid myself of you when you stepped foot on Geidi Prime”, Feyd rumbled Y/n put her hands on Feyd’s chest, and he broke his gaze with Duncan’s.

“You do anything to Duncan, and you lose me and your heir, Feyd” His wife’s words made him grin as he moved the knife away. “My heir? You are with child?” he looked to her stomach Y/n nodded. “I had a doctor look. It’s a son”, she said. Feyd closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t do anything; she was carrying his child. Throwing his knife and pulling her in for a kiss, Feyd groaned, pulling her close Y/n moaned, her hands on his chest. Feyd broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Get on the bed”, he panted; he followed behind. “I suppose you are welcome to join. Remember to know your place.” Feyd looked over his shoulder at Duncan before kissing Y/n again and lying beside her. Removing her dress, he buried his head between her thighs Y/n let out a loud moan as Duncan watched. Removing his shirt, he hissed lightly at the pain he endured from the fight and knelt beside Y/n, kissing her lips softly.

Y/n moaned, feeling Feyd’s tongue increasing its pace Y/n gripped the bed sheets tightly. Duncan pulled away and kissed her neck. “Duncan”, Y/n breathed, feeling sane again to have his lips on her body. Feyd continued to ravage her cunt as he brought her to her climax. But as punishment, Feyd continued, Y/n’s body shaking. Duncan grunted in pain as Feyd chuckled, sending pleasurable vibrations through her core, bringing her to her second climax. Duncan watched his star’s body convulse from pleasure as Feyd trailed kisses up her body. Both Duncan and Feyd looked at one another, both kissing either side of Y/n’s neck as they both entered a finger inside her. Y/n cried out, her back arching, feeling the overstimulation beginning to settle in. “Duncan, Feyd” “ she gasped, strings of moans, sobs and pleas falling from her lips. Feyd growled, biting her neck harshly, his teeth sinking into her skin, marking her. Licking the bite with his tongue, Feyd moaned in her ear, “You are such a whore. Not just for your husband. But for your lover too. How beautiful”, he chuckled. Duncan’s green eyes hardened. “I have been her lover much longer than you as her husband. Your marriage is nothing more than paper,” Duncan grinned. His cocky attitude made Feyd smirk. “I see why she chose you as her lover; you are quite the man. Too bad you aren’t fortunate enough to fuck her every day and night. And it’s not your child that grows in her womb. But mine” Feyd kissed Y/n’s mouth roughly. Feyd’s words hit Duncan; yes, she was with child. It was not his; unfortunately, he and Y/n couldn’t have one of their own. He would have loved to, but the risk was too much. Leto would have had Duncan’s head. “Shut up”, Duncan growled; both men increased their finger thrusts, and Y/n sobbed, her peak washing over her body. Lust glowed in Feyd’s eyes as he lined himself up at her entrance entering her roughly Y/n’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body writhed underneath the feared Harkonnen as he gripped her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist. His brutal force left her breathless with the combination of Duncan’s delicate kisses on her neck and jaw. Feeling her peak already reaching her abdomen began to tighten as she looked at Feyd through her lashes “Feyd please” she begged her husband who purred lightly “You sound so beautiful when you beg my wife” he leant down and licked her lips with his tongue. Y/n’s tongue danced with his as they both locked eyes. Both felt a primal urge in their bodies as Feyd’s eyes glittered with desire his body thrusting harder into hers. Y/n moaned feeling her walls clench around his cock as he came inside her as she coated his cock.

Feyd breathed heavily his chest shining with sweat as he fell to the bed on his back. “I’ll allow you to fuck her Idaho, it could be your last” he panted his eyes closed as Duncan grunted in annoyance at the younger man’s words. “Fuck you” He spat before kissing Y/n sensually and slowly buried himself inside her. Duncan moaned at the feeling of her around him again, it had been so long. Y/n brushed her mouth against Duncan’s her heart racing feeling Duncan inside her after being separated for so long. If she could convince Feyd to let Duncan and her to continue their relationship while he was away. “I’ve missed you my star” Duncan whispered Y/n gasped sharply when Duncan hit her spongy spot making her whimper. “Duncan it’s too much I-” she panted Duncan nodded as he focused on her pleasure. He always did, her pleasure came first his second. “Oh Duncan” she breathed as she felt her body spasm her fifth orgasam Y/n sobbed her body fell limp as Duncan laid beside her.

That evening Y/n sat on the balcony looking over the city as Feyd stood behind her. She looked over her shoulder his hands smoothed over her arms wrapping around her waist. “I’ll allow him to keep you company if I am unable too. But if he forgets you are my wife first, I’ll see to it that he remembers. I have ways” he whispered kissing her neck gently Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. A smile graced her face, Duncan will be okay. She looked at her husband “Thank you Feyd, you’ve made your wife very happy” She kissed him tenderly Feyd cupped her cheek delicately pulling away he looked at her stomach “Are we sure he is mine?” Feyd questioned Y/n raised a brow at him. “Yes Feyd he is yours” she replied as Feyd hummed in approval.

A a beautiful smile appeared “I will love and protect him as long as I breathe, just as I will for you” Feyd pressed his head to Y/n’s softly. “As will I” Duncan’s voice spoke the Na-Baron and Na-Baroness looked at the sword master Y/n smiled at Duncan. Y/n felt her heart flutter at how Duncan was still alive, he was breathing Feyd had seen the love between them and he couldn’t tear that apart. He loved Y/n in his own way, different from Duncan.

But there was one thing they could both agree on. They will always protect their star, their Baroness.

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