#leto atreides fanfiction

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The Only One

Dark - Duke Leto Atreides X f!Reader

Not Beta Read

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

The duke needs an heir, or Caladan will fall under the rule of his enemies. There's one woman is capable of saving the planet...she's the only one.

Tags/Warnings

Disclaimers: This fic does not comply with canon, throw everything you thought you knew about the Dune lore out the window. The duke is (in my opinion) in character for this situation, despite the obsessive tendencies. There is heavy non-con in this fic, it's not for everyone. If you're sensitive to that sort of thing in fanfiction, please keep on scrolling thanks. NSFW, non-con, rape, kidnapping, sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink, lactation kink, pregnancy, blood kink, cockwarming, forced pregnancy, non-consensual bondage, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, body worship, pregnant sex, oral sex (f receiving), Dark fic, Dark Duke Leto Atreides. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 6k

Prelude

After many years of trying for an heir, Duke Leto has begun to give up hope. Without an heir, the emperor threatens to give away his birthright, strip him of his title, and hand Caladan to his enemies. He has been given only one final year to produce a son who will carry on his family name. While searching for someone who could give him what he needs, he happens upon a mysterious woman. The strange woman tells of a prophecy, one that Leto takes very seriously, because he has no other choice. "In a village, not far from here, my lord, there's a girl. She is not of noble birth, but I have seen her future, and she will give you many sons." Duke Leto, a kind and gentle man, would never hurt someone so innocent on purpose, but when faced with the choice of taking you, or losing Caladan to those who meant to oppress it, he must set aside his morality for the greater good...

The duke entered his chambers where you were suspended from the lofty ceiling, as he’d requested his men to do once they found you. A warm smile spread across his face at the sight of you, so beautiful, so scared. Leto stepped forward, nearly jumping when your head shot up and your tear-stained eyes locked on with his. He held one hand behind his back in a regal manner, holding the other out to touch your cheek as he closed in on you slowly.

“W-wh…” you cleared your throat, “where…”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, brushing his thumb over the soft skin of your beautiful face, “you’re safe now. There’s no need to panic.”

Despite his words, it was clear you were terrified, struggling to breath in a normal, even heave. No matter the fear you displayed in your eyes, the duke’s expression remained calm, and filled with adoration.

“I know you’re frightened. It is…expected,” he said softly, standing up straight and casually walking to his wardrobe. “Would you care for some wine perhaps? Or I can call for the doctor, he could provide you with a mild sedative?”

He turned to look at you, your head was hung downward once again, naked body trembling and rattling the chains that held you in place. He wasn’t a cruel man, though he suspected you thought he was. He’d never done something like this before, sending his guards out to retrieve a young woman to keep in his chambers indefinitely. A nearly inaudible sob escaped your lips.

“No need to cry my dear, you’re not in any danger,” he said, beginning to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the metal piercing through the room. “In fact, you’re going to be very well taken care of here. Do you have any idea just how lucky you are?”

You cried harder, sobs becoming even louder as you looked up at him again. He removed his shirt, revealing his warm, sunkissed skin. It was hard to tell, but he appeared handsome through the blur of your tears. You dropped your head again, your neck aching from the position you were in. Your arms were pinned behind your back, body bent forward at the hips, leaving your rear exposed and open. Your thighs ached, legs spread wide, forced open by a metal pole secured between your knees. The ache in your chest from your labored breathing was horrid enough, only made worse by the chains wrapped around you, keeping your torso held upward and parallel to the stone floor.

“You don’t even realize that you are the most important piece to maintaining our way of life of Caladan,” he continued, removing his pants completely and letting them fall to the ground. “I have been unable to find anyone compatible. Perhaps it’s that my genetics are too much for the average woman to carry to term.” He stepped closer to you, cock bobbing heavily with every stride. “But you’re not average, are you my dear?”

“P-please,” you croaked, “I…I…”

“No no, not another word. You’re frightened now, yes, but you’ll soon realize the important work that you were made for,” he walked past you, running his hand along your arm and to your hip as he did. “The important job you’ll be doing for me…”

You whimpered, struggling slightly against your restraints but to no avail. The duke used to pride himself on being an honorable man, and even in this morally reprehensible moment, he felt justified in his actions. He didn’t always like what his duty called him to do, but knowing it was for the greater good, he would do almost anything.

“You see my dear,” he cooed, “you were found for me, a beautiful, fertile woman who is prophesied to give me many children…” he leaned into your ear, “many.” His tone turned to a low rumble. “So even though this may seem sudden, you will realize with time that you’re fulfilling your purpose…your destiny.”

His right palm splayed over the globe of your cheek, moving toward where your body was spread in two. He didn’t like hearing you cry, but he knew it was inevitable. No normal girl would consent to being abducted and restrained in a man’s bedroom, not even the duke’s bedroom. He saw your puckered hole, and he pressed his index finger to it gently, inciting a gasp from you, followed by the rattling of the chains. You cried out, begging him to release you, but your wails fell on deaf ears.

“I know you care about Caladan, our people. I know you care about the Atreides legacy, and you know…” he spit between your crack, letting his warm saliva trickle from your rim down between your folds, “you know I need a strong, healthy heir.”

Leto positioned himself behind you, using his hand to fist the fat tip of his cock at your glistening entrance. The metal pole keeping your legs spread for him creaked with tension as you struggled to close your thighs, a pointless endeavor. He sighed heavily, gliding his head between each crevice of your pretty little cunt, making himself slick with your arousal.

“You must think me to be a cruel man, but you’re mistaken darling. I don’t want to hurt you, and if you’ll relax this will be much less painful for you.” His breath was ragged with an almost animalistic desire. “You must understand, however, that I care far too much about the future of my people not to provide them with an Atreides heir.”

No matter how hard you tried to escape the flesh splitting thrust of his wide girth, your attempts were futile. A pained scream echoed off the walls of his chambers, followed shortly by the warmth of your blood against his thighs as he slapped them against yours loudly. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, but he wanted to get your first time over with, and not drag it out any longer than necessary. He slowed down after a moment, once your screaming turned to soft whimpers.

“You’re doing so well…” he huffed through his nostrils harshly “…I know this isn’t easy for you,” Leto leaned forward, grabbing one of your hanging breasts in his large hand, pinching the nipple gently, “b-but your body was built for this…it was built for me…”

“No, n-no…” you trailed off, feeling your head fall back down, neck aching still from the strain. A small moan left your lips, despite your attempts to keep it in.

“O-oh sweetheart is…is it starting to feel good?” The roll of his hips remained at a steady pace. “That’s wonderful, it will help with the pain, and your time will be more enjoyable for you if you can gain some pleasure from this as well, I don’t want you to feel misery if I can help it.”

“S-stop, please, my lord…”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, continuing to palm at your breast.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the soft skin of your spine. He could feel your tied-back hands fidgeting against his ribcage. His free hand moved to your left hip, holding it tightly to angle himself deeper.

“I’m going to fill you with every bit of me , every-single-drop,” he punctuated each word with a harder thrust. “I need to make sure you get it all, need to make sure it takes…mmph!”

Surely your noisy whimpers could be heard in the halls, yet no one came to help you. They all knew what was happening in there. You were to be the mother of the next Atreides heir. You would be made to bear child after child for the legacy obsessed duke. A breeding vessel for a desperate nobleman, torn between his kind nature and his need for the security and wellbeing of his people.

“The emperor will take everything I have if I can't secure my bloodline. He’ll give it t-to the…” he whimpered and gulped deeply, “Harkonnens, and I can’t let that happen to my people.”

You could hear nothing over your whimpers save for the wet slapping of his skin against yours as his pace quickened. You didn’t know what he was going on about - destiny, legacy, an Atreides heir? - He snapped forward again, a gravelly rumble falling from his chest. He moved to an upright position, letting your breast hang loosely once more. You wailed loudly, the feeling of his thick fingers leaving their impressions in the flesh of your hip.

“M-my lord, my lord…it hurts so…s-so-much-s-sir!”

“I know, but you’re taking me so well anyway aren’t you?” He looked down where your puffy little hole swallowed his crimson painted cock. “Look at that.”

His index finger touched where you were stretched around him, that little bit of skin that held onto his cock like it never meant to let go. You whimpered, chains rattling around you as your body involuntarily moved, only serving to sink you down further on his length once more. He could hear you hyperventilating, a panic-stricken whine punching out of your chest that he felt a tad guilty for inciting.

Until he remembered what your purpose was…the reason he’d had you brought to his castle in the first place.

He reached an arm around your leg, sinking the pad of his finger into the wet, bloody mess between the slippery lips of your cunt. In the sea of your arousal, he found the swollen bud that made your walls flutter around him. You gasped, and seemingly on their own, his hips slid forward, chasing that delicious feeling of your body finally accepting him, pulling him deeper inside.

“You like that don’t you?” He bit his lip, a breathy chuckle escaping through his teeth with the knowledge that he’d found a way to settle your terror, if only for a moment. “I promise, no matter how terrible this may be, that I won’t allow you to stay like this…and-s-suffer-oh-my…”

He felt your body squeezing tighter, walls contracting around his cock. He thrust forward again, shuddering at the way you were taking him, pulling him deeper, like your body was begging for his cum, like you needed him to feed your hole until you were stuffed and overflowing.

“Mmm-m-my-lord…p-please–”

Your tone was different now, more sultry and full of desire. It was good to hear you like that, moaning instead of crying, grunting with pleasure instead of pain. This would be so much better for you once you gave in, he knew that much. He could give you everything: make your body shake with orgasm after orgasm, clothes made from the finest silks, and comforts that were reserved for only the lords and ladies of Caladan.

“Your pleas don’t go unnoticed sweetheart, don’t think me cruel, I wouldn’t do this if the circumstances were different,” he huffed, breathing becoming more ragged with every glide of his hips. “I need you…Caladan needs you–needs-you-full-ah!”

The smooth roll of his hips slowed as his seed spilled into you. You felt it, warm and slick as it coated your insides white. You felt a sensation you’d never felt, rolling over your entire body and pooling in your core, causing your legs to shake and your mind to go blank. It was euphoric; a reprieve from the pain you’d endured for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than several minutes.

Leto felt your pussy walls squeezing, crushing down over his girth in waves while you moaned. What a sweet sound, one that made him feel mental relief that he’d given you something in return for your suffering. His finger slowed around your hardened clit, letting you come down slowly from your high.

As your pleasured whines subsided, you thought he would remove himself from you, letting your hole relax after such an ordeal, but he didn’t. The duke stayed there, hips pressed flush against your rear, making no motion to release you from his hold. You moved slightly, but he gripped tightly on your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

“No, no darling, no.” His voice was calm but raspy, still settling after his climax. “I’m going to stay like this for a moment longer, just to make sure it takes. We wouldn’t want to waste it.”

He looked down, seeing the way your body had bled on his, coating his pubic hair in a deep red shade. He felt for you, truly he did, but once you realized what an honor it was to be in your position, he knew you’d find it was worth the sacrifice. Your breathing was slowing, going back to normal, and after several moments he pulled back, letting his limp cock fall from where it had torn you open. 

You groaned, feeling yourself become empty all at once. Your head hung down, neck finally too tired to hold it up any longer. You heard the duke tsk behind you, his palms pressing against your cheeks and spreading them further. The sound of dripping cum on the floor echoed through the room.

“Let’s keep it all inside, sweet one, I need you to give me a son,” he pushed his spend back inside you with his finger, what little was still there and had not fallen to the floor.

You winced and hissed, the metal holding you in place rattling once more. His thick middle-finger slid in deep, Leto shuddered as your hole clenched in response. He could hear you crying, a soft, defeated sound he wished one day would stop. But he couldn’t expect that from you, not now as he broke you in for the first time. He expected you would be like this for a while until you were used to him, used to his size, used to the way he kept you as full as possible, as often as possible.

“Your body handled me very, very well darling,” he said, idly fingering you as he spoke, continuing to push his spend back inside you. “Looks like I’ve made quite the mess of you, but don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up in a moment.”

He kept true to his word, once he was thoroughly satisied he’d kept his cum in you long enough, the duke turned onto his back, positioned himself between your thighs, and propped himself up on his elbows so his lips could reach your cunt with ease. A gasp shot from your lungs, the feeling of his warm mouth enveloping your sore folds bringing comfort to the ache. You moaned, a sound that represented more than just sexual pleasure, but a sound that told him you were at least accepting your fate…for the moment.

He was right, there was no more fighting, and it was clear your words weren’t going to change his goal oriented mind. His desire to have an heir was stronger than his desire to act honorably. His tongue went flat, you felt it soothing the tear of your hymen, then dragging upward and flicking once it reached the peak of your folds. You exhaled a sigh, cunt throbbing in response to the way he lapped at you masterfully.

“You know not many,” he kissed your pussy lips, “can say,” another peck, “they’ve been lucky enough to carry such an important role for Caladan. Even I’m not as important as you are right now.”

His hand reached up and pressed against your stomach while his mouth continued to melt into your cunt, soothing you even more as he cleaned you. He never felt such pride as he did in that moment, knowing that this was a good effort, even if it didn’t take. The sheer amount that he ate from you, in combination with his already discarded seed on the floor underneath him, gave the duke a sense of relief to know that he was producing sufficiently on his end. It wouldn’t take long for you to give him a healthy child, if you were indeed the girl the old woman had told him about.

You whimpered still when his tongue would touch your wound, though it was always followed with the relief of him dragging it over your clit. He slurped quietly as he continued, not making an indication that he would be stopping any time soon, despite the likelihood of you being clean already. The hand on your stomach moved, reaching up and cupping your breast, holding it and squeezing softly.

“Oh, my lord, y-yes…”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t deny the heat pooling at the base of your abdomen once again. Was it even worth trying to deny the way it felt? He was the Duke of Caladan after all. If he wanted a hundred concubines tied up to his ceiling he could take them, and no one would stop him. You should be grateful it was he who took you, and not someone who might’ve been much more cruel in their claiming of your body.

He hummed into your folds, breathing heavily through his nose as he did. His hand slid over to your waist, gripping around you and holding tight. The vibration from his moans, and the brush of his peppery beard against your thighs was causing your body to near release once more. That would only be the second time in your life that you’d felt it, and you wanted it more than you could bear.

“Mm, let yourself go my dear, I only want you to feel good from now on, now that I broke you in a little.”

His mouth never left your cunt as he spoke, his words only serving to draw your next climax from your body faster. You felt it fall over you, warm and heavy, making your body melt once more, going limp save for the involuntary crashing of your walls around the emptiness the duke had left behind. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were fully satisfied, head hanging down again and breathing returned to normal. 

With a grunt he rose from beneath you. You heard him padding on his bare feet to the wardrobe on the far side of the room. If you turned your head just a little you could see him, much clearer now than before. He looked at you as he put a loose cotton shirt over his shoulders, then leaning down to pull his trousers over his legs.

“You’re simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said in a gentle baritone, moving back to kneel in front of you. “I do not kneel for many, but I’ll kneel for the mother of my children.”

You strained your neck to look at him once again. He cupped your cheeks to help you, seeing your struggle and feeling sorry for the part he played in your suffering. He kissed your forehead, feeling the salt from your sweaty brow upon his lips.

“I’ll return every day, at least until I’m sure you’re pregnant,” his lips curled into a compassionate smirk, “then I’ll let you rest while your belly grows.”

He stood, striding to the washroom and leaving you hanging there, like a prized animal on display. Before long, the same men who’d captured you returned, undoing most of your bonds, save for the ones holding your hands behind your back. They weren’t rough, just like before when they’d abducted you. You felt your entire body sigh, your bones and muscles feeling relieved to fall back into place. 

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d conceived. It must’ve happened at some point between that first time when he tore you apart, and the following month when your period didn’t arrive when it should’ve. By then you’d become, not unlike, a piece of furniture in Duke Leto’s chambers, restraints much less restrictive and painful than your first meeting. Only a week after he’d broken you, you’d become more willing for him, crying less when he came to take you. 

“I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here, despite your situation, and since you’ve become so compliant, I think I can afford to make you more comfortable,” he’d explained.

And so he had you moved to the bed. Though you weren’t completely free. That was a risk the duke could not afford. So he had metal cuffs around your wrists, and chains that connected them to the stone wall behind the bed. You could move easier, but you could never leave.

When another week went by, two weeks after your torment began, he was swelling with pride, seeing you spreading your legs upon his entry into his chambers without prompt. You said you appreciated the silken evening dress he’d had the servants craft for you, the one that fell open on either side of your hips when you presented your cunt to him. He wasn’t supposed to love you - it wasn’t necessary for him to love you - but he felt himself overwhelmed with feelings he couldn’t contain every time he saw you.

Three weeks after that first meeting, you kissed him. It was clear he’d been holding back, allowing you to maintain some level of autonomy, despite having taken your body for himself so many times. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, force you to be intimate with him if that wasn’t what you wished.

So it was a shock when he was several moments into fucking you, cock sliding wetly along your walls in a desperation to fill you with him again, and you grabbed his face on either side. His hooded eyes shot up, meeting with yours but then quickly flicking down to see your precious lips closing in. You closed your eyes, and so did he, and everything seemed to slow down for a moment, including the pace that he thrust into you.

The slow roll of his hips was heavenly, and was soon accompanied by the feeling of his hand on the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss, gliding his tongue inside your mouth so he could taste you. The duke filled you faster than ever that night, being so engulfed in the moment that he couldn’t hold on any longer.

And now, it was just over a month beyond your arrival to Castle Caladan, you were sitting with the physician while he examined you, confirming that yours and the duke’s efforts had been fruitful.

The way Leto looked at you in that moment, was a look you’d never seen before. His dark brows turned up and stitched together, soft lips parted just before a smirk curled over them. He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, the glossy sheen of tears apparent in his eyes.

“After years of trying to produce an heir, I finally found a perfect vessel, such a precious thing,” he cooed, touching your stomach before leaning in and finding your lips with his own. “My most wonderful treasure.”

Leto heard nothing else as the doctor murmured about you, voice seeming background to where his focus lied. Part of him was still shocked that the old woman was right. She told him in his search of her prophecy that you, a normal village girl, would produce many sons for him, and she was right. 

That night, the duke did everything he could for you. His kisses were softer, less desperate and more deliberate. His hands didn’t grab your flesh as a means to hold you, but rather to feel you. And when he sunk his cock into you, he did so in a way that emphasized your pleasure over his own, angling for those spots that made your body quiver.

You may not have been of noble birth, but to the duke, that night you were his empress. There wasn’t an inch of your skin that hadn’t been brushed by the coarse hair of his bearded chin. He worshiped you, giving you an evening dedicated to only your satisfaction.

For many weeks he would come into his chambers and ramble on about how proud he was, and how well you were doing. He would whisper the most depraved, while beautiful, things in your ear about how the people of Caladan owed you their lives, and how he couldn’t wait until it was time to breed you all over again. All of that praise was nothing though, not compared to the way he looked at you after coming back from his trip to Arrakis.

When he walked into his chambers, and you were there on his bed, only a couple short months away from birth, he stopped dead in his tracks. He felt like the words were trapped in his throat, and his feet were stuck to the floor. All he could do was stare, and take in the beauty before him. You were simply radiant, pregnant belly full with his son, his heir; swelling breasts nearly spilling out of your dress.

Once he found the ability to move again he slowly walked over to you, taking off his coat as he sat beside you.

“Look at you…” his voice trailed off.

“Hello my lord,” you greeted softly.

His hand reached for yours, and he was quickly reminded that you’d been a captive there, metal cuffs still wrapped around your wrists, rattling as he held you. He felt a pang in his chest, wanting desperately to release you. Every time the thought crossed his mind though, he worried you would run. You didn’t seem like you would try to leave, having become much more docile since your arrival months ago. There was also the glaring fact that you were pregnant, and it wouldn’t be easy for you to get away even if you managed to pass every one of the guards who might see you before reaching the doors of Leto’s home.

There was always that small chance though, no matter how slim, that you would leave. It was a risk he couldn’t afford to take.

He looked back at your body, eyes wide and trained on your stomach. The duke leaned in, kissing just above your navel, a satisfied hum escaping his lungs as he did. It was hard not to like him, and that was what you hated about him the most. The man was dedicated to his people, to his title, and his legacy more than anything. The longer you were around him, and the more time you’d spent under his care, the more you’d begun to understand your purpose within his walls.

The idea of the Harkonnens, or any other house for that matter, claiming the right to Caladan, should House Atreides produce no heir, was a frightful one. He broke you from your thoughts, eyes trailing up your chest and to your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, he looked so handsome, lips slightly parted with a few stray hairs falling into his dark eyes. Despite holding you captive for the sole purpose of breeding an heir from you, you’d begun to fall for Leto Atreides, against all odds.

“My sweet girl, my darling, you’re doing so well, growing my child in your womb. I couldn’t have asked for a better woman to give me a son, to give House Atreides its heir,” he whispered, cupping your cheek, bringing his forehead to yours. “I’ve been disappointed so many times.”

“Thank you my lo-”

“No sweetheart, no, shh…” he pressed a finger to your lips gently before replacing it with a tender kiss, “you should be worshiped by Caladan, it's people…I want to worship you.”

His hand grabbed at your waist, pulling you against him into a deeper kiss. You felt his growing arousal against your thigh, followed by an involuntary rut of his hips. You whined, trying not to be bothered by the incessant ache in your chest, your engorged tits becoming too heavy and painful to bear. It was hard to focus on the duke’s soothing touch when you felt such discomfort.

He stopped kissing you, looking at you with concern, “are you alright sweet one?” His eyes trailed to your tits, “are they sore? Oh you poor thing.”

You nodded and whimpered, wincing as he pulled one of your straps down and pulled a heavy breast from its confines. Your puffy nipple had a bead of white sitting on it, threatening to trickle down the mound. His pink tongue darted out, lapping up the milk that nearly fell from your breast, and humming in approval of its taste.

“Let me help you my dear,” he said softly, leaning in and latching his mouth over your chest.

You gasped at first, the coarse brush of his beard stinging against the sensitive skin, but it very quickly gave way to a much better, more soothing sensation. You sighed in relief, feeling him suckling at your flesh, drawing out the milk that had been causing your breasts to swell beyond belief. He moaned against your skin, rolling his hips idly as he did. This was very unusual for him, to be so needy and desperate for you, clinging onto your body the way he was.

In the past, Leto would’ve just taken you if he wanted to, but with your body so soft and full with his child, he would resist. Of course he knew you could take it, you weren’t made of glass, but he wanted to give you nothing but comfort, emptying you instead of filling you with more than he already had in the past. He felt your hand reach up and grab the back of his head, delicate fingers massaging between his peppery locks.

“Mm, my darling, so sweet,” he muttered against your tit, a little milk dribbling down his lips.

You felt his hips moving more, now more deliberate before, as though he were accepting of his primal urges to find release, rather than suppress it, but still unwilling to ask you for help.

“It’s alright my lord, you haven’t…mmph…you haven’t been satisfied in some time. Do what you must.”

Even though he was trying to remain stoic and refined, your permission was all he needed to throw all that aside. With his free hand he tugged at his belt, keeping his lips pursed around your nipple as he did. You heard the unmistakable clanking and rattling metal as he found success, pulling the leather from the loops and tossing it to the ground. His dexterous fingers then made quick work of his pants, pulling them to his thighs.

Leto Atreides was a nobleman, not one to give in to such animalistic delights so easily, but something about drinking from your chest, and how perfect you were serving him and his house with your pregnancy made him feral for you. His hands were shaking as he tried to bring his cock to your hole. He’d done it so many times before, why was he struggling now?

“Sir…” you pushed him off your breast, biting your lip at the sight of him as he looked up at you.

His eyes were hooded, milk-drunk and heavy. The lips that had been suckling for a while were now pink, puffy, and covered in a white, glossy sheen. You lifted your leg, sliding yourself into a position that you were both parallel to one another. You wrapped your leg around his hip, angling his fat tip to your slippery entrance.

“You’re too precious, too g-good…oh…” His hips stuttered forward, opening you wide around his cock once again.

You hadn’t been with him in so long, your body had nearly forgotten how to take him. You winced, needing to readjust once again, but he was patient, holding himself flush against your hips while your walls moved aside for his girth. He let out, what sounded like, a low growl as he mouthed at your neglected tit. His hips remained in place, making no attempt to retreat, nor to glide in further. His cock rested there contentedly, throbbing every now and then.

He gulped, humming into your breast as he drank more, the ache in your chest slowly subsiding with every moment that passed. Eventually he moved his hips lazily, pulling back after a time before rolling back forward.

What the duke was feeling with you in that moment was more than a simple sex act. What he felt now was comfort, his cock buried in your soaking, slippery heat, and his lips pursed around your nipple. Leto swirled his tongue in a slow roll over your peaked mound, taking a moment to inhale several shaky breaths before going in for more.

The way he drew more and more milk out of you was causing your body to relax further, your walls becoming more open to his slow movements and deep strokes. A low moan escaped you, forcing his eyes to shoot up, still so dark in their feral hunger. You tugged his hair, forcing him to pull off your breast with a loud pop. Without hesitation, you kissed him, filling your mouth with a combination of your sweet fluids and the duke’s own signature taste 

“You’re like no other. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to hold you close sweetheart…”

He brushed his nose against yours, eyes moving slowly from your lips, to your eyes, and back again. A swell of emotion poured through him, his desires going beyond just wanting to give you his seed, but it was something more. Your last name…it was wrong. He never wanted to take a wife, in fact, he’d vowed never to do such a thing, but you’d changed the very fiber of his being from the moment he’d found you.

“After my son is born, I’ll give you the best gift I can, the only gift I can give a woman of such importance…oh my…g…”

The duke lost himself, holding you tightly against him, though careful not to squeeze against your stomach too harshly. His choked moans vibrated against your chest while he filled you, pumping your body with his cum once again. You felt your own climax wash over your body, inspired by his own, drawing everything it could from him as it did, both of you a trembling, moaning mess.

He sighed with contentment after his mind cleared. He looked at you once more. 

“I’m going to keep you,” he kissed your lips breathlessly, “I’m going to keep you here with me. I’m going to give you my name, and until the day I die you’ll be mine, my precious thing.” He pecked you again, and then pressed his lips to your stomach.

“I can’t wait to have your name, sir, and to be able to walk around the castle freely,” you said softly.

Leto’s blood ran cold. 

Walk around freely…

Perhaps you’d misunderstood him, in fact, he was certain of it. He could see how his words may have been misconstrued. Evidently he would need to be more clear with you. The duke’s gaze darkened when he looked back into your eyes.

“My sweet girl.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead. “Until the day you are barren, I cannot risk any harm to you, nor your body.” His words were chilling, but his gaze was warm. 

“You’ll never leave this room, so long as I can help it.”

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[eyelessfaces]

about time we found each other again.

leto atreides x reader

summary: even years after your wedding got called off, leto is not sure he truly really got over you.

warnings: implied cheating (I am so sorry lady jessica I love you), death of a parent, angst, probably inaccurate dune lore stuff my most sincere apologies I did my best

tags: f!reader, arranged marriage, first love, love confessions, estrangement, time jump where the second part takes place a few years before the first movie (this doesn't matter at all tbh)

word count: 2.1k

this is my first time writing for leto so I hope he's alright lol<3

When you came to meet Leto Atreides for the first time, it was instantaneous; maybe you couldn't rightfully affirm it with conviction yet, but some deep part of you immediately knew that you desired him to be the one by your side for the rest of time. 

He had been the only other person around your age when you and your family attended a special meeting on Caladan, and you could very well feel your heart beat faster and your cheeks burn hot at each of his furtive glance thrown your way and each slight smirk over either of your faces when your gaze met his. 

Maybe leaving your home land and being sent to eventually move to Caladan wouldn’t be as bad as you had thought, after all.

And it wasn't. You quickly, borderline scarily quickly fell in love with Leto, you were sure of it by now. His manners were those of a man of respect, and he was kind and compassionate, he didn’t have the over excessive pride you would expect from a destined duke.

And ultimately, you grew to also be almost pretty sure that he felt the same way towards you, from the way he listened to you with no feigned interest whenever you shared stories with him, from the way his warm brown eyes so gently looked over at you, from the way he always made sure you were treated right.

You remembered it to be a warm evening when he officially confessed his love to you. 

You had been walking mindlessly through seemingly never ending fields, talking about anything and everything for what felt like a lifetime, eventually stopping to lay down and watch the sun set. 

Leto had settled on gently putting flowers in your hair while you told him about your childhood on your home land, smiling radiantly as he admired you lovingly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand before he leaned in to kiss you. 

Your own hand was quick to find his dark curls neatly slicked back as he hovered over you, the tip of his fingers delicately tracing your face and neck before he pulled away from your lips when it became absolutely necessary. 

From there, the sunset and everything else became insignificant, everything could be crumbling around you and you wouldn’t pay it any mind; nothing mattered, not when Leto promised to love you until his very last breath here in the middle of nowhere. 

So when you eventually had your parents visit you on Caladan and announce to you that you had been sent there for them to agree with the Atreides upon arranging a marriage with Leto, you couldn’t be happier and it couldn’t be more convenient; you would have chosen him anyway, if given the choice.

Leto had the competence of making everything seem so easy, and he turned out to be quick to ease your worries about your upcoming future as a duchess.

Even under the looming political pressure of your marriage, this wedding meant a starting point for the rest of your life, a part you could not wait to share with him, even if it meant a lot of responsibilities and changes.

Then so suddenly, all at once, it all fell apart, everything. 

It was late in the night when you and Leto were laughing and dancing, rehearsing for the forthcoming wedding. Servants had knocked onto your shared room door, and Leto’s hand left your waist as he scurried away to answer the door, opening and making way for them to enter the room. 

They came in with a polite nod, one of them unrolling a parchment letter, reading out loud to the both of you.

The letter was from your father, announcing the news that your mother had died while on a mission, resulting in the need of your presence at your home land to take over her legacy and responsibilities for a while.

You didn’t understand what it involved right away, maybe from the shock of the sudden, dreadful news, the loss of your mother too hard to swallow.

You didn’t understand that it meant that you and Leto were bound to be no more, that either of you were now assigned to different fates and responsibilities, that the marriage was therefore called off for the moment being.

And you quite certainly didn't realize that the night you spent tossing and turning around your shared bed with eyes wide open until the sunrise was the last night by his side, that the morning you left was the last time you would see him.

Until years later, what felt like a lifetime.

When you came back to Caladan for political and business reasons, it was only because of the absolute necessity of your presence, otherwise you wouldn't have shown up.

Finding him again after so long drowned you right back again in the same hollow feeling you endured the moment you were drawn apart years ago, and while you mirrored his polite nod and smirk, you couldn't help but still feel the pain of being estranged so brutally, of seeing him again after so many years.

He was wearing the slowly appearing gray streaks of hair beautifully, and the beard suited him like he was made for it; it made his handsome face look a bit more harsh and severe, but he was a duke now, after all.

You lightly cleared your throat as you made your way to leave the meeting once it was over, troubled as you could feel the weight of his gaze burning holes through you all along. You could feel your heart pound through your ribcage the exact same way it used to when he held you when you were younger, and you ultimately came to the rotten conclusion that your stay here in his presence would be a tough, challenging time for you, and that dwelling on the past had been a bad idea, exactly like you had anticipated it to be. 

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It was wonderful out there, just like you had remembered it to be. The view from the balcony offered you an endless panorama over Caladan and its lush lands, and while you loved your home land with your whole being, you couldn’t deny missing living on Caladan.

The fresh breeze of the night was nothing but pleasant, and even though you were slowly starting to feel goosebump growing over your skin, you figured the view of the sun starting to set was more important.

“I thought I could stay focused while in your presence.” you recognize his voice all too well, and you wonder if the shiver running down your spine is caused by his sudden apparition or the wind hitting you. “I was deeply wrong”

“Leto,” you chuckle sheepishly, blushing as you turn around and face him.

A bittersweet smile has quirked upon his face, and he steps further and approaches you. The years have been unkind to him, lines of wisdom and experience growing upon his face transforming him into a man hardened by duty. Yet, beneath the rough facade, you can still see the eyes and soul of the man you once knew and loved.

“Why only now?” he asks, a certain helplessness painted across his face.

“What?”

He sighs as he looks away, licks his lips as he walks besides you and grips the barrier of the balcony with both hands. You only hear the wind as you watch and wait for him to do, to say something.

“This should have been yours. All of this” he mutters, gaze fixed on the sight before him. The clouds look like cotton ripped apart and spread through the wide sky, and the sun setting over Caladan turns them into an abnormal color, one you wouldn't even be able to define. “I waited for you.” Leto declares, head turning to look back at you like he is trying to figure out how you feel or waiting for you to say something.

Your eyes close as a small exhale leaves your mouth. “Why should it matter now, Leto” you scoff, turning away to try to escape his gaze, heavier than you remember.

“It has always mattered” he declares, following your steps as you try to inch away from him. He calls your name in a weak plea, his hand coming to rest over your arm. “Look at me. Please”

You do. You turn back to him, and he looks at you like you will be slipping away from him any moment now, like you're just a ghost, like you're water in his bare hands. “Tell me you did not think of me all those years and I'll leave you alone.” he whispers feebly, face close to yours as he still holds onto your arm, and you can feel your breaths mingling from how close he is to you.

His unwavering gaze is locked on yours, desperately waiting for you to say something. Eventually, your lack of response speaks for itself, and he nods slightly. “That's what I thought.”

“Leto.”

His hands come to cup your face, holding it steady as with a sigh, his forehead rests against yours. Your eyelids fall shut under the weight of it all and you exhale softly, your hand wrapping around his wrist, stroking along his forearm.

“I have loved you since I met you. I should have found you and married you regardless.” he mutters, barely louder than a whisper. His declaration makes something flutter deep in your core, and you grimace like his words feel sour to hear. You should have done it differently, should have come back to Caladan after everything went back to normal after your mother's death.

“And your wife?” you rhetorically ask, with a dubious scoff.

“She's not– we never married.” he shakes his head, pulling away from your forehead to look back at you, your hand falling to your side again when you let go of his arm. His gaze and the way his eyebrows are angled weakly are conveying everything you need to know, confirming every conclusion you made. 

Your lips part slightly, some part of you refusing to believe in what he's indirectly telling you, refusing to believe that he gave up on some part of his life waiting for you.

“We were promised a marriage together, a life together” he continues, taking hold of your hand, fingers lacing with yours tentatively. “I always hoped you would come back and we would resume our life together where it stopped.”

“Now still?” you weakly ask, equally pained and somehow flattered that he never really got over you.

Again, the lack of answer and his previous actions prove the point, and you hold his hand tighter when you swallow with difficulty. Your other hand slightly trembles when you reach to touch his face, settling to rest at his bearded cheek, and you smile weakly as you trace the lines that you never got to witness appear. 

“We were so young” you smile, drawing one out of him. The corners of his lips turn upwards as his hand covers your own over his face, pulling it to bring it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles softly, the feeling of his warm breath over your skin taking you years back.

“Don't go back.” he begs against your hand, his voice wavering a little. There’s a glint in his eyes as his gaze darts up at you that makes it impossible for you to consider refusing and giving up on him again. “You belong here.”

Your eyebrows knit in uncertainty as you tear your gaze away from him, looking at the endless view again. You can't help but overthink every consequence coming back to Caladan is going to involve, for you as much as for Leto, and especially for his own concubine that is at this point already long forgotten by him.

This is unfair, but some part of you acknowledges your younger selves feelings and remembers how devastated you were to leave him; leaving again while knowing that he still cares after so many years and regrets not marrying you may hurt even more.

“This will make people talk, Leto.” you wince, looking back at him.

He shakes his head carefreely. “Let them.” he affirms with a dismissive scoff as his hands settle over your hips. You grin softly as he pulls you closer, and a soft exhale leaves your mouth when your arms wrap around his neck.

He takes a while to admire your face, how it has changed despite still remaining the one of the woman he fell in love with long ago.

When he kisses you, it is the exact same way he used to when you were young.

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[ivystoryweaver]

Based on a combined request from @babyprofessorsharkpalace and @dowbastan. The requests were so similar that I wrote this one shot and I hope you both like it!

Summary: You're the childhood love of Duke Leto Atreides. Years have passed and your paths took you different directions. You have one final night before he leaves Caladan for Arrakis.

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides from Dune x f!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: NSFW, mdni, language, fingering, oral - m. rec., p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, nipple play, spitting, not beta'd

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An invitation to Caladan to celebrate House Atreides' appointment to Arrakis was a coveted opportunity, and an honor.

You belonged to a noble family on a neighboring planet, and your family had a history with House Atreides. In fact, you were once pledged to a young Leto Atreides.

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Then...

Long before silver sprinkled his inky curls - before his father passed on the title of Duke - the handsome first son of Caladan was your intended.

This resulted in multiple visits to Caladan during your childhood, in which you actually befriended young Leto. The two of you remained unaware of your families' intentions for years. You played along the wet, craggy rocks and numerous caves of Caladan, and the sprawling gardens of your homeworld.

When you came of age, plans were made to announce your engagement officially. This was the first you'd ever heard of it. You visited Caladan once again with your parents, eager to see your dear friend Leto.

You were both still so young - you even more so than he. You and Leto stole away to your usual childhood spots, laughing and catching up, but this time, once you reached your favorite cave, he gathered you into his arms.

"We're to be married," he whispered, gazing adoringly into your eyes. "Does this please you?"

"Leto," you whispered, with a breathless laugh. "Who else could it ever be but you?"

His strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his body as he lowered his lips to yours.

This was the last happiness you would know with your childhood love.

The Bene Gesserit installed Lady Jessica as a concubine for young Leto.

You understood that many nobles had concubines for companionship, while remaining open to strategic, political marriages. But you assumed you would be Leto's companion, as well as his wife.

Despite your protestations, you might have been forced into the arrangement anyway, except that your parents would have you nowhere near the influence of the Bene Gesserit, if they could help it.

So you didn't see Leto again for years - not until you were married to another powerful man, and Leto had a son and heir, thanks to Lady Jessica.

You had the opportunity to meet them once - young Paul Atreides and his mom. Truthfully, they were lovely and you found yourself wondering why fate had brought a man like Leto to your heart only to yank him away and give him to someone else.

Then your husband passed away. You received a note of condolence from Leto, in his own hand, no less.

'I will always cherish our fond childhood,' it read. 'Please know my sympathy and warm affection are with you always.'

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Now...

So, here you are, these years later, in the home - the castle - of your once intended. A farewell party, to honor House Atreides before they set off to oversee spice production on Arrakis.

Your invitation is nothing special. Hundreds were invited from all over. The chance of you seeing, let alone speaking with the Duke is minuscule. He likely has more important things to do than worry about widowed childhood friends.

The opulence of the occasion enchants even you for a time, but you eventually grow weary of the fake smiles and never-ending condolences. Bored with the evening, and damn near everything in your life, you wander away from the bustle and celebration, through once familiar corridors of Castle Caladan.

Hardly a thing has changed. Few things ever do in these ancient royal dwellings. You find yourself meandering along, just as you did as a child, darting from one lavish room to the next, avoiding the elder duke's stern glare.

Speaking of which...

"If I look at you at just the right angle, it almost seems like we're teenagers again."

The unmistakable voice of Duke Leto Atreides sounds over the faded swirl of orchestra music, drifting from the great hall.

"In complete darkness, maybe," you lightly return, keeping your back turned. "Seeing how I have not walked these halls since the birth of your son."

"A young man nearly grown," Leto evenly responds. "It's been far too long."

The thump of his heavy boots alerts you to his approach. You stiffen as he draws near. You suppose it's time to acknowledge your host in his own home. Before you can, however, he moves in beside you.

Just the scent of him throws you into inner turmoil. The years have been kind to Leto. He wears middle age very well. Distinguished and brutally handsome, he commands respect, despite his shorter stature.

"Too long indeed," you finally respond, longing to turn and gaze into his eyes - to see if any trace of the boy you loved still lingers.

"Let me look at you," he softly commands, boldly cupping your shoulder with his palm.

"Nothing to see." You shrug him off, or attempt to anyway. "Just a lonely widow."

He crowds into your personal space demandingly, grasping both shoulders now. "Am I such a stranger to you that you won't greet me in my own home - or even look at me? Why did you even make the journey?"

Your eyes meet his unflinchingly - a perfect match for his stubbornness. "I came to congratulate you and your family on your appointment to Arrakis. Now that I've done so, I'll take my leave."

He holds you firmly, the heat of his fingers seeping through your sleeve. "Why so soon? I've only just laid eyes on you for the first time in years and you can't even spare me a glance? You might as well condemn me to walk the sands of Arrakis alone."

"Don't be so dramatic, Leto," you mock, attempting to wrench free of his grip. "Everything you need or want is going with you to that desert rock."

"Not everything," he firmly protests, dark eyes boring into yours. His fingers, so insistently gripping your arms, relax and began to trace soothing circles on the soft fabric of your dress.

You huff, rolling your eyes, but your body automatically eases closer to the duke, as if responding to him instinctually.

"Don't pretend I mean anything to you now," you scold him, melting into his embrace, with only your words left to cut him.

"No one in this world means more to me except for my own son," he breathes on your cheek, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you flush against his pristinely uniformed chest.

Your heart stops for a moment as you struggle to breathe. "I think you forgot Lady Jessica," you finally manage. "The Bene Gesserit's strategic installation."

He groans. "She's the mother of my heir."

"All the more reason to leave me be! I've paid my respects. I'm done here. We're done." Your chest heaves dramatically as Leto runs his hands possessively up your back, pulling you desperately close.

"I'll never be done with you," he breathes against your mouth, covering your lips with his own. You want to fight him but the heat of his tongue lures you in, your body wilting into his powerful embrace. His soft beard tickles your face as you liquify in his arms.

Taking advantage of your compliance, he kisses you endlessly, working the elegant skirt of your dress up your legs until it bunches around your waist, giving him access to caress your thighs.

His tongue thrusts hungrily but his fingers touch you softly, tracing your inner thigh, on a determined path to the core of you.

He doesn't ask - he feels your hips shift toward his caress as he strokes you through the flimsy fabric covering your folds.

He wastes no time brushing the material aside to push his knuckles against your wet heat, already slick for him. He surprises you with the brazenness of his touch. His fingers stretch out, separating your slick folds. The pad of his thumb drags demandingly down over your needy bundle of nerves as his fingers work their way into you possessively.

He groans into your mouth as you squelch and clench around him - your hole tight and unused.

You shamelessly moan against his parted, panting mouth, fucking your hips down onto his thick digits, the stretch of even two fingers stuffing you fuller than you've felt in years. His rhythm in and out is the most incredible sensation you've ever experienced in your life.

"This is all for you," he rumbles on your ear, curling his fingertips against the spongy softness inside you, making you shudder with desperate want. "Invited half the galaxy here just so I could be inside you again."

"Leto," you keen, your back arching as a wave of euphoria rolls through you, drenching his fingers with your desire.

You're instantly yanking at the belt of his uniform trousers, panting, somewhat satisfied, but not truly sated. You remember the beautiful, soft, strong body of your first lover. Your husband had no hope of comparing.

As you work him free of his pants, which drop to his knees, you gasp out an eager whine as his cock springs free, stiff and thick and already dripping for you. Without another thought, you're sinking to your knees to swipe your tongue over the proud length of him.

He sucks in a breath and growls out a swear. You can tell you've managed to truly surprise him.

You can't fit him in your mouth - there's no way, so your hands grip his shaft twisting possessively as you open wide and try take him to the back of your throat.

"F-fuck," he hisses, stumbling forward slightly and you gag, drool trickling from the corners of your mouth. Once you get your bearings, you chuckle around him because this man never loses control of any situation.

He's so thick your eyes start to water, but it feels good to have him in your hands again - to have someone want you, crave you, even.

His body is tense and impatient and he grips your chin forcefully, although not painfully, easing his stiff cock out of your mouth. You wonder what's going on, but he doesn't keep you guessing.

"Turn around," he orders, bringing your skirts back up to where they started, around your waist. "Hold this," he commands.

His hands grip your hips underneath your dress and you feel his cock rubbing against your ass as he leans over you the nearest table, his breath falling hot on your ear. He doesn't speak yet, just breathes in and out. You manage to hold your skirt with one hand while bracing yourself with the other.

Unsatisfied with your position, he grumbles out a curse, pushing you so far over that your backside is higher than your head, your body halfway sprawled across the table’s end. Leaning down, he separates your pussy lips with his fingers and spits on your cunt. You let out a whine - your own voice sounding foreign to you. Then you feel the tip of his cock drag through your wet folds, back and forth, before he finally eases in, halting as he feels how impossibly tight you are.

You whimper at the intrusion, your body thrumming with lust. This elegant duke - controlled and noble in every interaction - is grunting, his hips stuttering as he tries to fit his impossibly huge cock into your unused cunt. Your whines and his groans are shamefully loud, echoing off the ancient walls of this corridor, where anyone could find you.

"You'll take all of me before you leave here," he hisses, his fingers finding your clit, circling languidly, while his other hand wraps around your abdomen, holding you in position. He palms your breast through the fabric of your dress and you wish you could feel his skin against yours again.

You almost say as much - beg him, even, but you know these are stolen moments. Hundreds are waiting for him, probably looking for him.

But he's here, inside you. Or half inside, anyway.

"That's it, dove, let me in," he huffs, pushing in more, and more.

Tears prick your eyes because it stings but you need it so badly. "You're so big," you gasp out, "I can't, Leto. Please."

He jerks out of you so fast, you almost topple over, but the strong arm wrapped around you holds you steady. Pulling you up to your feet, he drags you by the hand to the nearest sleeping quarters down the corridor - essentially, the closest room with a door.

Securing the door, he all but rips the bodice of your dress, pawing at you until your breasts spring free. Catching your nipple between his teeth, he tugs, making you hiss out a whine, the pain and pleasure making you weak.

His tongue soothes your sore skin, coaxing your nipple to hardness. Then he suckles you while yanking at your laces and bindings.

You chant his name like a prayer, pushing your fingers into his perfectly kempt curls, twirling them into a mess as he sucks your tits, one at a time. It feels so good you could come again just from this.

But you need to feel him, to have him. This will be your only chance - you're sure of it. Barely managing to give up the sensation of having this perfect man suck your nipples, you push him back and work on the buttons of his uniform jacket. He's way ahead of you, having rid himself of everything from the waist down.

Finally, finally you feel all of him, all these years later.

He pulls you against him, kissing you deeply, gripping your thighs before hoisting them around his waist. Backing up to the bed, he eases down, sitting on the edge with you on top of him.

"Need you to take all of me," he repeats the directive, clutching your hip with one hand, while gripping his cock in the other.

Nodding, you push up onto your knees, letting him drag his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness.

"Fuck me," he commands, squeezing your hip and pushing you downward, fingertips digging into your flesh.

Bracing yourself on his broad, muscular shoulders, you sink onto his tip, breathlessly moaning at how swiftly and easily you feel full.

"More than that. Need more." His jaw is locked in unbearable tension and you feel his cock twitch as he slips deeper inside.

"Kept this cunt tight for me," he rasps, pushing again. "No one can stretch you out like I can."

"Yes," you unabashedly whine, your legs trembling as you try to hold your body up just a little longer, feeling as if he will spear you in half if you sink all the way down.

He leans back a little and uses his fingers to push your pussy lips apart. He wants to watch your squelching cunt split open over his thick cock.

"Look at how you take me," he marvels, licking his lips, using one fingertip to toy with your clit. Your back arches in ecstasy, but you still, you don't sink all the way down.

"Let me in," he snarls, rubbing you rapidly but so featherlight, you teeter on the edge of orgasm. Desperate to come, to please him, to feel all of him, you give in, letting your legs give out as you sink down - the heavy length of him searing you inside.

"Leto, fuck...fuck," you cry - wincing at the sting but reveling in the stretch.

He groans out appreciatively, but his arms quickly wind around you to support your weight and he stills the movement of his hips as you adjust to the full length of him.

"So good for me," he rasps, kissing you again. You melt into the taste of him, threading your fingers through his curls. Your breasts press against the warmth of his chest. He kisses you on and on, his legs twitching with the need to move, to push up, to thrust into your cunt, stuffed full of him.

He almost comes just from the first rock of your hips, finally feeling the friction he needs. He wants to grip your hips and force you down on his cock, over and over, but he's patient, just a little longer. Your hunger for this - for him, is almost as intoxicating as the way you begin to slowly grind your pelvis in a tantalizing, delicious rhythm.

Wanting you to feel as good as he does - needing to feel the clench of your cunt around his cock when you come - prompts him to reach between your bodies again and strum at your oversensitive clit. He meets your rocking with slow, sensual thrusts upward, sucking a mark into your throat as he coaxes you to another delicious climax.

You forget to mind the fact that this spontaneous reunion could technically result in a child. But Leto hasn't forgotten.

"Want to fill you up," he pants, desperation creeping into his thrusts. The initial sting has worn off after two orgasms, and the slick heat between your bodies creates a pleasurable friction for you both.

"Dance with me tonight," he carries on, pulling you against his chest as his thrusts grow more demanding. "You'll feel the ache of me inside you. I want you to feel me leaking out of you. You're mine."

"I belong to no man," you protest, even as your cunt flutters in agreement with him.

Just a few more thrusts and he comes with a groan, spilling deep inside you, his breath heavy on your throat.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hold him close, keeping him inside you, reveling in these stolen moments before he disappears from your life. 

Most likely for forever.

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[angelltheninth]

Duke Leto Overhears Rumors About You

Pairing: Leto Atreides x Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic life, protectiveness, kissing, comfort, public display of affection

A/N: I had to watch Dune in two tries because I couldn't focus for the whole movie the first time but I'm gonna stick it out in the theaters when Part 2 comes out.

When you first caught his eye he knew it would spell trouble for you

You knew it as well but still you didn't resist the attraction between you two, you couldn't and neither could he

It began with sneaking in and out of his bedroom, late at nigh, then early in the morning, not wanting to make it official just yet

But everyone noticed how he treated you differently then any of his other concubines that he's had in the past

He treats you more like a lover then someone to indulge his desires

Begins to walk with you in the palace, to take you on outings, diners, private trips

Will not tolerate any slander towards you which he knows is happening so he demands you to tell him the names of the people making these rumors that you must have some real talent in the bedroom if he's going to these extents for you, either that or you're already pregnant so he's treating you better

The amount of times you slept together would have definitely lead to a pregnancy by now if Leto didn't have so much self control over himself and you the sense to establish boundaries early on

He would never and will never treat you with less respect and admiration then you deseve

For him you're so much more then a warm body in his bed, you're the woman who he plans to make his Lady one day and he will not stand idly by while people make baseless rumors about your relationship

With one order of you moving in with him for good, your things, your clothes, every gift that he's bought you he makes sure that those who speak ill of you know that they're speaking ill of him as well, you're his Lady, you live with him, you love him, he loves you and he shows it every day when he walk with you hand in hand and stands with you to address his people, announcing your union

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“I concealed my feelings for you” || Leto Atreides x Reader

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Summary:  though you are Leto's personal guard, you develop certain feelings for him. Imagine your surprise when you discover that Duke reciprocates all of your feelings...

Warnings: smut - interaction is strictly forbidden to minors

Word count: ~ 12,1k 😲

Pairing: Leto Atreides x reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

As you walked, the sound of heavy combat boots filled the corridor, you improved your gloves. Another day of work was about to begin.

During such a time, no job was easy, but you never complained about yours. Keeping an eye on Duke Leto and his family was an honor unlike any other. You felt proud.

Duke had many men fighting for him, but you and a few others were his closest guards. By staying near him at all times, you were responsible for keeping him and his family safe. You were the leader of the guard, so when Leto was present, you had to be there when others kept an eye on everything else. Your name was called by Paul, and your thoughts had been interrupted. 

"Y/N! Wait!"

It was only natural that you stopped, smiled, and bowed a little. "Good morning, Paul. How are you?" 

"I am fine, thank you," the young man nodded, returning the smile. "Do you remember what you promised me?”

You shook your head after letting out a soft laugh. "I know what I promised. Training. But I also keep in mind that it will only happen if your father lets me go for some time."

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe... He'll agree if you ask him?"

"Later, Paul. Now, I heard that Duncan was looking for you." You said and ruffled his hair. 

Paul pushed your hand away and laughed softly. The two of you walked away together soon afterward.

Duke raised his head from the document he was reading as you entered his office. His usual attire consisted of a shirt, fitted material trousers, and a material jacket bearing the emblem of the House of Atreides on the lapel, the entire set in shades of black.

This room had a breathtaking panoramic view of the yellowness of the desert, the spice refinery, as well as the airstrip.

"Good morning, Y/N. I see you're earlier today, is there anything wrong?" Leto asked in a nonchalant tone, cocking one of his thick brows as his brown eyes looked directly at Y/E/C eyes.

You shook your head. "Well, as far as I remember my duty is to stay close and keep you safe, my Lord," you summed up, relaxing a little. 

Duke was not a friend of yours, but you worked long enough for the boundaries to be pushed into more friendly territories. "I hope your night was peaceful. From what I heard, there were no problems."

Leto's eyes measured your face as he said quietly, "No problems except for our shields going down without any apparent reason."

"Apparently shields' system isn't running optimally, but I will make sure that someone takes care of it." You said, remembering how you were woken up in the middle of the night. Having taken care of it, you spent most of the night making sure the place was secure.

Duke continued to read the document. "Paul insists on training with you all the time, if you don't count the hours that he spends reading about Fremen."

"I'm flattered that your son appreciates my combat skills enough to train with me, and I'm glad to see him making progress," you said simply. "You should be proud, my Lord."

The corners of his lips curled into a smile. "I am. And I trust you enough to entrust his well-being to you. I hope that you will become a mentor to him."

As you nodded, you began to walk around the room, making sure everything was fine. "Of course, my Lord. It's my duty to serve you and your family, so being Paul's mentor shouldn't be a problem." You looked through the window briefly.

The document was signed by Leto and placed on the wooden desk's counter. He then stood up and silently approached you. "My trip to the spice refinery would be a good chance to put your piloting skills to the test."

As you looked over your shoulder, you gave him a cocky smile. "Are you sure about that, my Lord? I don't want to embarrass you by showing you how skilled I am," you joked.

His strong hand was placed to your nape a second later as he whispered, "Did I not make myself clear? I have faith in you."

You bite the inside of your cheek, cooling yourself down. It was stupid and shouldn't have happened, but after working for Duke for a few years, you fell for him. You had no idea what was it, but something simply pulled you to him. "Shall we go then, sir?"

"There is still time. I'll have to wait for Liet Kynes to join us. You need to don your tactical gear," Leto ordered in a low voice.

"Your wish is my command, but I don't want to leave you alone." You reached out to cup his hand in your own. Although you couldn't say it out loud, there were more reasons why you didn't want to leave.

"You're tense," Leto whispered, allowing his hand to rest on yours. "I've noticed that you've been acting tense since you arrived. Is my presence making you feel uncomfortable?" He asked as he let go of your nape and approached the window.

As you cleared your throat, you rolled your head and shoulders trying to relax as much as possible. "It's probably because I am here, keeping you and your family safe, it is important to me."

"How old are you, Y/N?"

"I am 25 years old, sir, and I've lived here for almost four years now." You replied. "Why do you ask, sir?"

He rubbed on his beard, not looking at you. "I remember your father," Duke shrugged. "He was a noble man. I also remember your first day of service following your father's death. Your behavior has changed considerably since then. For those years, I grew to know you."

As you thought about your father and his death, you smiled sadly. To be honest, you wished he were here, but all you could do was continue his work. "Since that day, much has changed. Especially since we came to this place, it seems to be falling down. I'm merely concerned for your safety," you said and gently stroked his shoulder. "The last thing I want to do is let you down."

Leto kept his head straight no matter what; despite the fact that he grew close to you, not something that should have happened between a master and a subject, he tried to separate work from private life, even though he knew how you thought of him, not only as your Lord but first and foremost as a man. "Thank you for your devotion to the House Atreides," he said as he placed his palm over yours and felt how soft your skin was beneath his calloused fingers.

Your own fingers moved a tiny bit to feel more of his touch. This made you wonder how his rough hands would feel against your hips or grasping your waist as he pounds into you and whispers all sorts of filthy stuff into your ear. Clearing your throat you slowly removed your hand. "Dedication to the House Atreides is my life and duty. I am ready to sacrifice it if it means your safety. Just like my father."

He abruptly turned his head to face you, his brown eyes glistening slightly with the light feeling of the chamber as he studied your face. "My gratitude to you is the same as my gratitude to your father. Now, Y/N, go get ready. Please make sure that the ornithopters are ready to go."

Watching his lips as he talked, you wished you could just kiss them and feel them against your own. "Of course, sir. I'll see you in a bit." With those words, you walked off to take care of everything as Duke requested.

As you changed and later checked on the ornithopters, your mind kept wandering back to Leto constantly. Maybe it was time to stop pretending?

When Liet Kynes arrived at the headquarters, the mission was still being planned. 

The plane was piloted by Leto, who promised to give it to you on the way back. He decided to wear his greyish armor.

Despite being a pilot as well, you were more of a down-to-earth person, but this was a great opportunity to watch him pilot the ornithopter. It was both a blessing and a curse to be in such a tight space with Leto. "I don't see why I need to be a pilot when you are so good at it."

Through the headset, he told you that no one is infallible. "It's nice to have a second pilot who has decent skills."

You nodded your head. "It's nice that someone acknowledges my skills. Not many do so."

"I always wonder why. Maybe it's because there aren't many female pilots among us."

"I don't see many women among the soldiers and pilots in the unit. The only time I see women are your concubine and the girls who always follow her."

It's true, Y/N," Leto replied, his gaze focused on the horizon and refinery that was already visible. My father was of the opinion that men are better soldiers. I disagree. I think that women are more careful and can see more things. It's in their nature."

You chuckled, moving your hands down your legs, "My father, his friends, and even my mother were sure that I wouldn't make it through the training, but here I am. Duke Leto's personal guard," you said and joked, "When I look at other women, I don't imagine myself in their place... Unless I married a Duke or something. Then maybe I could bear it."

There was a slight smirk on Leto's face. "So that's why you haven't married yet? Most women your age already have significant others."

"Most women my age are more concerned with buying stylish dresses, while I worry that the man I admire is taken and out of reach," you concluded, looking at him briefly.

This time, he smirked more to himself; evidently, he had not been misled by all the signs he had seen previously - you were interested in him, not as your Lord.

It was hard to believe such a confession came out of your mouth. Your statement was honest, you love him as a person, not just as your Duke. Even though you knew it was impossible, you wanted to be his. Turning your head to the side, you avoided more awkward conversation.

He suddenly placed his hand on your thigh, and even through your armor you could feel the touch. "I appreciate your kindness."

Not expecting his touch, you flinched a bit, but instead of trying to get away, you put your hand on top of his. "The true thank you comes from me, sir."

Turning his head, he gazed into your eyes. With a nod, he ended the conversation, and soon his hand was back on the steering wheel.

You closely watched Leto's every move and his surroundings. 

You didn't like this place, as the refinery made you feel uneasy since any threat could come from anywhere. Being alert didn't come from duties alone, and now that you knew that, you remained close to your Duke.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up with you today? Does anything bother that pretty little head of yours?" Duncan gently poked your shoulder from behind as Duke and Kynes went to another area of the refinery.

You glanced at him immediately shaking your head, twitching a little. "I just keep thinking about shields going down last night, and hope it won't happen again tonight."

"Harkonnens left us with old equipment that should have already been replaced."

"It still makes me uneasy. Someone can take advantage of this kind of opportunity, which makes me worry," You sighed and smiled at him. "Have you heard? Apparently, Duke wants Paul to have one more mentor."

Idaho chuckled quietly, "I thought Paul was joking. With all due respect, you're not as skilled in combat as I am."

Feeling offended right now has made you gasp. "I may not be as skilled as you, but I am skilled enough to kick your ass; Paul enjoys training with me."

"I'd enjoy training with such a pretty woman as well if I were a young man."

You teased him, "Oh so because you are older than him, you can't enjoy it anymore? We should try sparring one day. Show Paul how real warriors do it."

"I'm up to this idea, little one."

As you gasped, you wanted to say something about the way he called you, but there was nothing you could say. This man was indeed a giant when compared to you. He was at least twice your size. Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned away, muttering angrily. "Just so you know, I'm not going to be soft on you."

"I count on that," Duncan brushed his fingers against the skin on your nape as he walked away, winking at you.

Initially scoffing, you rolled your eyes, but then you smiled before you walked away to find Leto.

Duke was already close to the ornithopter, checking the settings and instructing one of his men about the spice.

You joined him and took your usual place near him, getting back to your usual duties.

Once everything was set, and Duke farewelled Kynes, he looked at you. "Change of places. You're taking us home."

"Home? Already? Did something happen?” You asked with a frown, fully aware of Lato's full schedule.

"Yes. I told you that we only had to visit the refinery. You'll finally get some time off, Y/N. I think we all do need that."

"My work for you never ends, my Lord, but it will be nice to have a moment to refresh after this trip," you nodded. "Let's get you home, sir."

Once the troops and Duke returned to the headquarters, Leto let you go, assuring you that his guards would keep an eye on things, under the leadership of Duncan.

His plans for the evening were shattered when Reverend Mother needed to meet with his concubine and son first.

As Leto returned to his room, he changed into fresh clothes before heading to his office for a little more work on spice production and storage.

It wasn't something you liked to do. Being away from Duke made you feel strange. However, there was no fighting with the Duke, even though you felt your work wasn't properly done.

After returning to your room, you took a shower. Your body hated this planet and you felt the need to wash every time you returned from the outside. You hummed loudly, feeling the warm water washing over your body. 

The shower didn't take you long even if it was your favorite part of the day - you had better plans.

After drying yourself off, you put on fresh clothes and stopped in front of a mirror. It was frightening how different you always looked. You were always dressed in armor that felt heavy on your shoulders with your hair in a tight bun during duty. Off duty, you wore a loose shirt tucked into your pants with your sleeves rolled up. Your hair was nicely resting on your shoulders. 

You should be resting just like Leto ordered, but you decided to visit him.

When you were walking along the corridor, you bumped into Duncan, still in his armor. "Well, well, look at you, Y/N, I didn't know you were so beautiful," he circled you like a predator would circle the prey. "Where are you heading?"

Giggling innocently you shrugged, giving him a small spin. "You never saw me in regular clothes, dear. I am just taking a walk. I was never taught how to rest."

"Mind me joining you?"

"Aren't you a bit busy now? I am off duty indeed, but as far as I know, you aren't, right, big guy?" You patted his chest playfully.

He caught your hand and rubbed its top with his gloved thumb. "You owe me a walk."

Humming, you raised an eyebrow. "First sparring, and now a walk? I would never take you for a needy type, Duncan."

He patted your shoulder and walked away, not saying anything else.

Once he was gone, you headed straight to Leto's office, but you stopped in front of the door for a moment. Is it worth it to destroy your life and career? Whether it was or wasn't, you were tired of hiding all your feelings. You knocked on the giant door and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in," his voice roared within the room so you could hear him.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door and walked inside.

Leto raised his head from atop a desk covered in papers. His eyebrow cocked as he saw you. "Y/N?"

He couldn't lie, he was content that you came, he secretly hoped you would. Never in his lifetime had a single thought about having an affair crossed his mind until a few weeks back when he noticed a slight change in your behavior. Since then, he had been catching himself thinking about how it would be with a younger woman, and with you especially.

You closed the door and stepped slowly towards his desk. "I simply missed my Duke. I couldn't sit still in my room while my thoughts were constantly drifting to you."

He listened to you carefully, not saying anything at the beginning. His eyes observed your every move carefully. "How come, Y/N? I thought I let you rest from your duties until the next day?"

"I didn't come here because of my duties," you said resting your palms against the wooden desk. "I am here for a personal reason."

"For personal reasons, you say?" He put his golden pen on the pile of documents and got up from his seat, slowly circling the desk. "I'm intrigued."

"I hope you are, sir," you said, taking a few steps toward him. Once you stood in front of him your hand rested against his stomach before moving up his chest. "There are many things I have always wanted to do and say."

He rested his ass against the countertop of his desk. One of his hands instinctively found its way to your hip. Leto's eyes measured your face carefully as your palm wandered over his chest, covered by the white shirt he wore. "Confess then."

"I fall for you. In fact, I shouldn't since you are Duke and I am just your subordinate. Yet I love you like any normal man," you confessed as your hand moved to gently touch his neck only to cup his cheek soon after. "I always wanted to touch you, kiss you..."

He observed you carefully, listening to your words and feeling the warmth spreading all over his body. His other hand cupped your cheek as he lean down and crushed his lips against yours.

Taking aback by this pleasant surprise, you moaned into the kiss. Immediately you returned the kiss, grasping his shirt tightly.

Leto easily deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you tightly to his chest. Soon he turned around with you in his arms and easily picked you up, sitting you on his desk.

Pulling off for a moment to catch your breath, you looked at him. It was almost impossible to believe that it was actually happening. You expected everything, but this was something different. With a soft smile, you pulled him in for another kiss.

His strong hand grasped your waist as he let his tongue dance with yours in a blissful kiss.

You put your legs around his waist to pull him a bit closer, kissing him back. "Fuck,” you gasped, pulling away from another long kiss. Trying to catch your breath you only looked at him. "My Lord."

A loud grunt escaped his lips as he kissed your cheek, brushing it with his beard. He was desperate for your touch. He couldn't comprehend why he felt that way, yet he didn't know how to stop himself; despite the fact that it was so wrong, it felt so right, even though he was being unfaithful to the concubine who gave him his son years ago. His kisses moved to your neck as he almost grunted into your ear. After yet another passionate kiss, and his hand placed on the back of your upper thigh, he told you casually, "I'll meet you later. Leave now, I still have work to do."

You stayed in place, playing with his shirt. "You promise, sir?"

He offered you yet another heated kiss. "I never broke any of my promises. You should know that."

"I just want to be sure," you whispered against his lips.

He rested his forehead against yours. "Leave now. Paul, Jessica, or anyone else can enter here at any moment," Leto pulled away from you and returned to his previous spot like nothing had happened.

"Yes, sir. I can't wait for later," you got up from the table and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, but you were shaking inside. Your look was a little messy, so you did your best to improve it before someone could see you.

You were unfortunate enough to bump into Leto's son almost immediately after leaving his office.

He measured your face with a careful eye, just as his father had moments ago. "Y/N? What are you doing here at that hour? Are you okay? Your eyes are watery, maybe you should let doctor Yueh check your vitals?"

In the meantime, Leto covered his face with his hands. He asked himself out loud, "What the fuck are you doing? Her father was your friend and asked you to look after his only daughter, but this is certainly not what he had in mind. What the fuck is wrong with you? She could be your daughter," he stood up and walked to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of strong booze and pouring himself a drink. The thing that happened was already wrong, and he knew he should control himself more, but once you got close to him, he felt like he didn't have control. His senses were running wild. As a result of the kisses you shared, he was unable to think straight.

At the same time, on the other side of the door, shaking your head, you gave Paul a soft smile.

"No, Paul. It's fine, there is no need to bother doctor Yueh at this hour. You know that my body isn't taking my stay here well, and I was outside with your father today," you lied a tad, trying to make it as logical as possible. "It's probably because of this. No need to worry."

"I hope you were having a mask on, in case of being out," Paul said, visibly concerned about your well-being. "The spice is a hallucinogen and might affect people who didn't have contact with it earlier," he rubbed your shoulder. "Were you meeting my father at that hour? Any problems with shields again?"

Did you have a mask on? At this point you didn't even remember, maybe that's why you suddenly were brave enough to confess? There was no turning back now anyway. "Yes. I was telling him about their state. There was an attempt at fixing them today. Let's hope we all get a good night's sleep tonight."

He smiled at you and rubbed the back of his neck as he said, "Hopefully." I'm glad we have friends like you. Listen, Y/N, I heard you know a lot about Fremen. Would you tell me some stories? Not now, but one day, if you'll have more spare time. Forgive me for keeping you, I need to speak with my father. Hope this night will be calm," Paul nodded as a farewell and went to his father's office.

You turned on your hill and waved at him before adding, "I will gladly tell you some stories. I already can't wait for this."

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was about to destroy his own vision of himself as a noble man with honor. But he couldn't get you out of his head.

Duke Leto tried to concentrate on his work. Even meeting with Duncan didn't help him get his mind back on track. He discussed potential threats caused by faulty shields with his friend, but his thoughts seemed to drift away every now and then. Duncan noticed a difference in his master's behavior and advised him to get some rest before another day full of responsibilities. Following his farewell with his men, Leto returned to the headquarters.

When he finally fulfilled his promise, it was in the middle of the night. 

While he walked to your room, the path he had taken many times before, Leto couldn't stop his heart from beating faster and faster. Before leaving his office, he washed his face with cold water, hoping it would help ease the fire burning in his heart, spreading all over his body, intoxicating his mind and soul. Unfortunately, it didn't help.

Your door was knocked lightly by him as he stood in front of it.

Your ears perked up immediately when you heard the knocking. Of course, you weren't sleeping. When he promised you, it was impossible for you to sleep. After waiting for who knows how long, he finally came to you. On the inside and outside, you were shaking. As you got up from the bed, you took a few deep breaths and opened the door.

He was standing with his back to your door, still considering the possibility of turning back. But there was no actual turning back. It's been a long time since he was with a woman and to speak truly, he missed the soft, feminine skin against his.

"Get inside before someone sees you," you whispered, moving your hand up to his back before grabbing the fabric of his shirt and gently pulling him inside to quickly close the door. "The last thing we want is rumors, right?"

Entering your room, he checked twice to make sure no one had seen him.

Your chamber was much smaller than his, much darker as well. He didn't bother himself by checking the interior out, instead, he wrapped arms around your waist and leaned his head down, kissing you hungrily without saying anything more.

Letting out a quiet laugh, you immediately kissed him back, cupping his cheeks as if he was the lover that you hadn't seen in months. You couldn't believe you waited so long for him and then this happened. How stupid of you.

As easily as back in his office, he picked you up. One of his hands slipped under your ass, the other wrapped around your waist as he kept on kissing you, walking with you to your bed.

When your back hit the mattress, you softly moaned into the kiss. Pulling away from him, you smiled, stroking his cheek. "You aren't wasting any time."

He looked down at you, realizing how beautiful you were. "Thought this is what you want."

"Oh, I want it, my Lord. I can't wait to be yours and yours only," you confessed, gently stroking his cheek. "I want to be yours."

He looked down at you before yet another kiss was placed on your lips. You tasted wonderful, and he didn't want to take his tongue off your lips.

It was impossible to pull away from him. You didn't want to be away from him ever again. Even if you had to sneak around with him, you were more than ready for this. He was your Duke and master in many aspects.

His hands were placed on your hip as he continued the make-out session. Soon, Leto's fingers started undoing the buttons of your shirt.

Giggling against his lips, you let him do as he pleased; there was nothing you wanted to hide from him. You weren't ashamed of your body nor the scars that decorated it, so once all the buttons were opened, you pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

He pulled away to look down at your body; he admired the slight curves of your waist and the roundness of your full breasts. Instantly, his hand wandered to the belt of your trousers.

"You may be a Duke but you are with me now, love," you whispered, grasping his hand as the other started to undo his buttons. "I remove something. So do you. I can't be the only one naked here."

He smiled at you as he sat on his knees between your legs. A nod allowed you to undo his shirt, and once it was open, he tossed it to the ground.

"I always wanted to see how you looked under that uniform and I have to say you look better without it," you said, gently touching every inch of his skin.

He looked at your small palm placed on his tanned, broad chest, caressing the tensed muscles of his abdomen. Taking one of your breasts in his hands, he gently squeezed it. "Don't be silly, Y/N."

"I am not being silly. I am being honest," you summed up, easily slipping a hand under his pants. I wanted to see you naked. I wanted to see what you look like between my legs or when you are buried deep inside my cunt."

He smirked proudly, letting his hands wander down your body. He unbuckled your belt, opened your fly, and tugged on your pants to slip them off your legs. "I wanna see you cumming all over my cock, Y/N. I wanna see you arching your back when I eat your cunt out."

Moving away from him, you sat further on the bed. With your legs slightly open, you pointed at him and moved your finger to call him closer.

Leto licked his lips, looking at your slightly spread legs, and crawled to you, picking one of your legs up and kissing the calf.

Slowly you lay down and watched him, taking in the nice sight. You will remember it forever.

Keeping your calf in his hands, he sat up on his knees, slowly kissing up, moving to your inner thigh. He repeated the action with your other leg, gently touching your knee with his hand.

"Oh, so this is how you like it? Just play with me when I am waiting here?" You hummed.

His glance slowly moved to your face as he dragged his tongue up your inner thigh.

"Jessica is such a lucky woman," you whispered quietly when you caught his attention. "She really is if she has such a lovely view every night."

He murmured, kissing further up your thigh. "It's been a while since she had had such a view," Leto said openly, focusing on the warmth of your skin.

Sitting up a bit, you moved your hand through his thick locks. "You poor thing. She is missing a lot by not taking proper care of a man like you."

He licked your calf again and then a trail up until your inner thigh, pushing you lightly back on the bed as he reached your panties.

"You will be taken care of. I promise, my Lord," you promised, getting comfortable on your back.

He kissed your folds through the material of your panties and looked up at you.

Biting your lip, you looked him straight in the eye. You could already feel how wet you were, and his little games made you impatient. "I want to feel those lips, my Lord, so please do not torture me like this."

He smiled a tad too proudly as he shifted the material of your panties aside. He dragged his tongue up your pussy, from its bottom right to the clitoris, looking up at you to check your reaction. Your pussy was so pretty, little lips covered the prettiest pinkish entrance he had ever seen.

As you looked right at him with an innocent look, you asked, "You like it, my Lord?"

He hummed deeply for yes, sending some vibes directly into your already vulnerable spot. Shortly after that, he attacked you like a hungry dog, flicking his tongue all over your pussy, slurping, making all of the obscene noises you could ever hear. His hands grasped your hips, holding you strongly in place.

Gasping loudly, you pressed your back into the mattress. After all those lonely nights, this was better than you could have ever imagined.

His beard scratched at your pussy as well as your thighs, especially when he pulled you by your hips, wrapped your legs around his neck, and picked your lower body up so you basically rested only your shoulders against the bed. One of his hands supported your lower back while the other slipped down your body to your boobs, teasing the nipples, and then to your neck.

With a quiet moan, you shifted your body to make the position more comfortable. "Oh, Leto!" You sighed deeply, trying to stop yet another moan.

His tongue teased your entrance to quickly move up and circle your clitoris as he kept eating your pussy out. He was humming, playing with your boobs, and occasionally rubbing your arched back. Soon, he put two of his fingers into your mouth. His fingers muffled your another moan. Humming, you started sucking on his digits, coating them with saliva as you rolled your tongue around them.

When his digits were fully covered in your saliva, he pulled them out, only to slowly slip them into your pussy, pumping them back and forth.

This time you moaned loudly, not caring if someone would hear you. You touched yourself so many times, believing your fingers were his, but you fooled yourself. The size and thickness of his fingers made you feel what you could not feel yourself.

"That's it, little one, sing for me. I bet you've been fucking yourself before, imagine us doing things, huh?" He asked when he pulled his mouth out of your pussy for a second, laying you back on the bed to finger your pussy deeper and faster. "What naughty things were you doing, hmm?"

Softly whining, you grabbed his wrist just to hold onto something. "I was fingering my sweet little pussy until I cum, whimpering your name."

"Aren't you such a naughty, little shit?" He asked, only to close his lips on your pussy again, slurping further and flickering his tongue over your entrance, whenever he was pulling his fingers out. Leto started feeling highly uncomfortable within his trousers so he pressed his free hand to the hardened bulge, grunting.

As you whimpered and bit your lips, you arched your back in pleasure. Your climax was approaching and you shivered under Duke's touch.

"Come on, sweetheart, cum for your Duke," Leto encouraged before he fully slipped his fingers out of you to replace them with nothing but his tongue, slipping it as far as he could into your cunt. Your taste was intoxicating his senses, making him grunt as he kept on touching himself through his pants.

It was impossible to hold it any longer, you didn't even want to. You chanted his name loudly, not holding back any longer. He licked your pussy dry after you spilled all your juices all over his tongue. Then he raised his head, and your cum could be seen on his lips and beard.

He crawled up your body, licking his trail until he reached your lips.

You kissed him, wrapping arms around his neck.

He kissed you but soon pulled away and sat on the edge of your bed, wiping his lips. "Listen, Y/N. You're beautiful, you have a gorgeous body, and you're driving my senses wild, you're tempted and intoxicating but I think I can't," Leto said openly, picked up his shirt, and put it on. "This is wrong. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done those... Things to you," he considered his words and gave you one last glare before he left the room.

You watched him leave as you sat there. What? What?! He left you?! Just like that after what he did?! How could he?! You dared to open up to him about everything and even give yourself to him and he just tossed you aside, trying to sugarcoat it with some benevolent intentions?!

The tears filled your eyes as you flopped back on the bed, covering your face with your hands.

Leto didn't get back to his bedroom either. He decided to return to his office and eventually get some sleep on the couch there. He felt like a complete dick for dumping you like that but there was the line he didn't want to cross - in the end, he had a significant other, a woman who gave him a son. Leto lay on the couch, put one hand to his forehead, and cursed several times, being completely torn by the situation and your confessions.

The next day came too quickly and he had to return to his ordinary duties, to act like nothing had ever happened.

Of course, you had to do it yourself which wasn't easy. You felt tired and your eyes hurt, thanks to the previous night's crying. Sighing, you pulled your hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands out. A bit of change won't kill you. Probably.

With a loud sigh, you left your room. You weren't ready to meet Leto but it was your duty and there was nothing you could do about it.

He wasn't present at the briefing, for he was spending the morning with his son, as Idaho told you.

Of course, he did. Maybe it was for good, you wouldn't have to watch his face. That would remind you of yesterday's night too much.

Idaho asked you to help him take a look at the airstrip and near the shields. 

When you returned, you met Duke and Paul.

You bowed your head and smiled at Paul. "How are you today, Paul? I hope everything is going well for you," by saying this, you focused entirely on Paul, not much-paying attention to Leto.

Leto looked at you briefly, nodding his head at Duncan.

Paul smiled at you and assured you everything was right. "Father promised to take me with him to visit one of the crawlers. Doctor Lyet mentioned it's likely to see the sandworm, they're attracted by rhythmical noises harvesters make."

"I am sure you really want to see it, huh? It's really something special," you said with a soft chuckle, then you finally looked at Leto. "Shall Duncan and I get ready as well, sir?"

Duke nodded. "Yes. We'll take one ornithopter to get there and check the crawler from the distance. In case you need the weapon with you."

When he and Paul were leaving, Leto briefly touched your palm, giving you one more glance.

Instead of responding to the touch or the gaze, you turned to Duncan and smiled as sweetly and innocently as you had done to Leto previously. Since he played with you like that, you could do the same.

He wasn't happy with the way you looked at his friend. To be fully honest, he hated it, but at least Duncan was content with the unexpected situation.

Idaho talked to you and told you about things he saw while being with Fremens until Leto ordered him at the back of the ornithopter, to sit with Paul while you were about to sit with him in the front.

Idaho's stories didn't bother you, in fact, you really enjoyed them, so having to sit next to Duke made you frown. "With all due respect, my Lord, but shouldn't Paul sit with you? The boy will have a better view from the front than from the back.'

"Don't undermine my decisions, Y/N, and do as I say," he cut your whining, putting the headset on.

You whispered through the headset, making sure only Leto could hear you. "I did yesterday, and where did it lead me?" Then you looked over your shoulder at Duncan and shrugged a tad. "Sorry. I tried."

Leto didn't comment on your words even though he knew he should tell you something or at least apologize for his behavior. 

Once the ornithopter got up in the air, Leto made sure to mute Paul, Duncan, and Gurney who joined up so he could say, "Don't be angry about yesterday, Y/N. I'm sorry."

Laughing softly, you did the same as he did. Do you really mean this or is this some sort of rule the Duke should follow? Apologize to the woman he almost fucked?"

When you used that one particular word, he gave you a glance, his eyebrow raised. "I apologize for not fucking your cunt yesterday. Does it sound better?"

"A little, but it doesn't change anything. I barely dragged myself out of bed this morning," you said. ”I bet your woman was happy that night because I don't believe you took care of that burden on yourself."

He remained silent for a moment, replying briefly to Gurney who asked Leto about issues with shields. Afterward, he returned to the topic. "Believe it or not, I was alone in my office."

"Exactly like me in my bedroom. Thanks to you, my Lord. The man I loved and respected completely broke my trust, as well as something else," you muttered, staring at him.

He remained silent until you reached the crawler and observed it from above. 

"Everything looks well here!" Idaho announced.

"No signs of sandworms," Gurney added as he and Idaho took Paul at the back of the machine. "You can sit us down, we'll gather some spice for examination, Leto," Gurney said.

Leto landed carefully and once he and you were all alone, he took off the headset and looked at you, simply cupping your chin in his fingers and pulling you into a kiss.

Taken by surprise you quickly kissed him back. You called these mixed signals. First, he kissed you, then almost spent the night with you, and now you're back to kissing. You pulled away, taking off the headset. "What was that for?”

"An apology."

"It's like one of a million kisses you need to give me for yesterday. It hurts. You just left me."

"Understand me," he asked, a frown creeping on his forehead, "I'm risking the reputation I've worked hard to gain for two decades."

Taking his hand, you shook your head, "You think I'm not risking anything? Perhaps my reputation isn't as large as yours, but I still have it, and I risk it. But I do this because I fell for you and I can't change it."

"Fuck," he said simply. "It's not that I want to use you and forget. I don't look for a one-night stand, just to make things clear between us. I'm digging myself right now, right?"

"A little," you chuckled and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "I also don't look for some kind of glory because I fucked Duke Leto himself. Just so you know."

As needy and desperate as he became, he leaned closer and offered you yet another kiss, this time longer and heated to the point he moaned into your lips.

Giggling against his lips you stroked his cheek. His moans were already your favorite sounds.

"My Duke is a really needy person, I can see. There really must be something missing from your life."

He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Don't be angry about yesterday. I promise to make it up to you whenever you want."

As soon as you two heard Paul and the rest getting back, he kissed your lips once again and pulled away, rubbing his beard to cool himself down.

You turned around, smiling and acting as if nothing had happened. "And how was it?”

Idaho said that Paul got into the dust of spice and he was a little off so Duke decided to get back to the headquarters immediately, to have Paul checked by Yueh.

Leto agreed to give you a brief break after returning, so you were the one that escorted Paul to Yueh.

After explaining everything to the doctor, Paul was left in good hands to rest.

No matter what you were doing, your thoughts drifted to your Duke. It was really important for you to see him, but you weren't sure when the right time would come.

Leto of course informed Jessica about the small adventure their son experienced while in the desert and his concubine headed to doctor Yueh to check whether everything was good. Thankfully, Paul suffered only from light dizziness and headache. Yueh assured that if the young prince gets enough rest, he'll quickly return to his normal state.

Meantime, Leto spoke with Gurney and Idaho about their opinions on the equipment and determined that it is the matter that should be discussed with the court.

You freshened up and put on your usual clothes; the oversized shirt tucked into high-waisted pants. Dressed like this you returned to Leto who was still with Gurney and Idaho.

"My Lord? I just remembered something significant. Can we talk about it aside?"

By the light falling into the chamber through the huge windows, his grayish beard and salt and pepper-coloured hair were lightened as he glanced at you over his shoulder. "Excuse me," he looked at his friends and walked aside with you.

Idaho exchanged surprised glances with Gurney.

While you walked alongside him, you made sure that you did not show your feelings. It wasn't hard to pretend that you two were discussing some important matter. "When can I come to visit you?" You asked him simply.

Since you were standing next to one of the pillars, he immediately placed his hand at your hip where he gradually rubbed you. "When the shields will go down."

Frowning softly you looked at him confused. "Why then? You know that if something happens with shields I will be pulled out to make sure this whole place is safe."

"Gurney wants to lower the shields to inspect the mechanism fully. The entire terrain will be filled with our soldiers. Don't worry, you'll be sent to other duties."

You licked your lips, giving him a smile. "I will be sent to make the head of house Atreides feel good, or I will make sure he's safe?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "Fuck you, little one, keep on acting like that, and I won't be able to play it cool anymore. You have no idea how much I want to taste your lips," he opened his eyes and looked into yours. "Look what the fuck you're doing."

"There is just one question. Upper lips or lower lips," you giggled quietly. "I will better go then. I need to get really ready to see my man tonight."

He leaned forward, pretending he was about to whisper something to you, but instead he used the opportunity to briefly kiss your lips. "That's what I meant." He then went back to Idaho and Gurney.

Waving at both of them, you soon walked away as well, excited for whatever would come.

Leto returned to his friends and behaved as if nothing had happened. When Idaho asked what you wanted, he lied that you asked about the issue with shields and he sent you to guard Paul when the test would be run.

While Gurney appeared to buy it, Idaho did not, but he did not ask any further questions.

You returned to your room and immediately started to dig through your closet to find something appropriate for Leto. You were delighted to find lace underwear you thought you would never wear.

You headed to Leto's second bedroom dressed in special underwear and a long shirt that evening. 

You had to knock three times; it was the special code he set for the two of you. Once he heard the three, tiny knocks, he got up and walked to open the door. This time he wore a black, buttoned shirt, black, fitted trousers, and a black jacket with gold epaulets. He measured you with his eye from the bottom to the top, discovering with amusement and surprise you didn't wear the trousers. "Come in, little one. I thought you wouldn't come, to punish me after last night."

"I should," you agreed while looking around before you walked in, closing the door behind yourself. I should just leave you here waiting for something that is never going to happen, but someone needs to be the kind half when someone is cruel."

"Do you think I am cruel?" he asked, locking the door with the key.

"Am I the one that made you sing and then just left?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, he took you further in the room, offering you a drink. "How many times shall I apologize, sweetheart?"

"How long?" You hummed, pretending that you were thinking as you accepted the drink. "Well? I think that apologizing until your last day will be enough."

Leto scoffed a tiny bit. "Then I'll apologize to you every day "

"Sounds like a great idea," you nodded, looking at the drink. "Shall I be worried you try to get rid of me?"

"How could I?" He asked, caressing your shoulder.

"I don't know, love. You can do a lot as we saw," you teased before taking a sip.

He took a seat on his bed, downing his drink, observing you.

"Do you like what you see?" You asked, giving him a little spin, proudly displaying yourself to him.

"How do you think? Of course, I do."

You stopped near the bed and after putting the drink away you began slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. In the beginning, you showed him just your lower part of the body, reviling your panties and naked belly before undoing more buttons to reveal your breasts in a nice black bra.

He watched you, playing with his glass, licking his lips. "Fuck. Look at you. I can't believe you're real."

"I am real and all yours, my Duke," you purred and bowed to him.

He smiled widely, letting his glance slip all over your body. "You're all mine, and no one is entitled to possess you the way I do."

Walking closer to stand between his legs, you let his hands rest on you as your hands wrapped around his neck. "Really? Maybe I should go to Idaho? I bet Duncan would take care of me without any games."

He cocked his brow. "What do you mean? I hope he didn't bother you."

"No, but he is clearly interested in me. Maybe since you are so quick to toss me aside, I should talk to him more?" You teased, playing with his hair.

He closed his eyes as your hands slipped in his hair, messing with the neatly brushed hairdo. "I strongly encourage you to get rid of such an idea."

"And why is that? What if you change your mind again?"

"I am not planning to change my mind and it would be a great shame to get my right-hand man executed for high treason."

You gasped and stared at him with a smirk. "Oh, you wouldn't do that!"

"I'm a fucking Duke, I can do whatever I wish and no one can disobey. Just to make things clear, if you decide one day it'd be pleasant to check what he is hiding in his pants, both of you are in great trouble."

You laughed, pulling at his hair gently. "Oh, look at you, all mighty and bossy. Already putting me in my place."

He snarled a little when you tugged at his hair. "You're fucking dating the Duke, what have you been thinking?"

"So you are sure about me now?"

"Yes. I am. I have never been so sure about anything else in my fucking life."

Finally, you sat on his lap, taking the cup from him to have a sip yourself.

He smiled, rubbing your sides up and down. "Are you having fun, Y/N? Is my lap comfortable?"

Purposely, you rolled your hips against him, feeling the material of your panties rubbing against his thick thighs. "Oh, yes. So comfortable."

He groaned at the action, smirking. "Look at you. So needy."

"Hard not to be eager," you rolled your hips more. "You played with me, and then left me. I was hot and bothered for you."

While licking his lips, he looked at your hips, abdomen, and pussy under your lacy pants. "Did I make you feel good yesterday?"

"You made me feel amazing. Like never before, I never wanted you to stop, my Lord," you whined.

"Look at you, finally addressing me accordingly."

”Maybe I should call you master. I think it would be more suitable." You placed a kiss on his lips and then moved to the bed to get comfortable on fresh sheets. "So soft, all I am missing here is you."

He got up, set his glass aside, and returned to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

You watched him, nuzzling the pillow gently. Even if those were clearly fresh sheets, you still could smell his scent on them. It was comforting. "My master looks handsome as always."

He slowly slipped his shirt off his muscular shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He then joined you on the bed, instantly kissing your tummy, scratching the soft skin with his thick beard.

You purred loudly, arching your back a little because of the soft tickling you felt with every soft kiss.

He slipped his hands under your back and unclasped your bra, gently slipping its stripes off your shoulders, kissing the soft skin on them, moving to your breasts then. He slowly flicked his tongue around your nipples, occasionally sucking on them and looking up at your face, checking your reactions. Then, he slowly licked a trail down your body, from breasts, through your tummy, to the edge of your panties.

Biting your lips, you watched him, letting out quiet noises from time to time. Already, you were hoping that it wouldn't end like last time. By raising your hips a little, you allowed him to slowly slip your panties off.

To do so, Leto used his teeth, catching the material of your panties with them, slowly tugging them down your legs.

You watched him with your mouth wide open since this was the last thing you expected from Leto. Your cheeks turned completely red.

Once your panties were taken off, he spread your legs and diced between them, eating you viciously out, just like he did the night before.

Letting out a moan you grabbed the sheets and fisted them, moving your legs onto his shoulders, just like the last time.

This time he wasn't wasting time; his tongue flicked over your pussy, he hummed, sending some vibrations through your body, and massaged your breasts by kneading the flesh.

"My Lord, oh fuck. P-please don't stop. I want to cum on your tongue just like last time!" You gasped, moving your hand through his hair.

As your fingers tangled in his hair, he groaned and kept biting you more fiercely, slipping his digits into you.

You tugged at his hair a little harder at the feeling of his fingers. It was just as good as last night, and you gladly sang for him.

His tongue moved faster along your folds, he eventually caught your pinkish pussy lips between his teeth to gently suck them in his mouth, pulling softly.

His actions brought you to your peak, you could hold back just to make him work a little more but it felt too good. You cum, arching your back while whimpering his name.

He smirked broadly when your juices spilled on his tongue. Oh, how delicious you were!

You raised your arms, silently asking him for a kiss.

He kissed your pussy for the last time and towered over you, slowly leaning his head down to offer you a gentle kiss.

Heatedly, you kissed him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You used the moment of distraction provided by the kiss and your strength to flip both of you. Now you were on top, with a playful smile you pulled away, stroking his cheek. "My Lord."

While he blinked in surprise, he grasped your hips and looked up at you. "Comfy?" He asked, making himself comfortable on the bed. "Look at you."

You sat up a bit, resting your hand on his chest while rolling your hips. "Oh, really comfy. I wish this was what happened yesterday."

His hands stroked the curves of your waist as he tried to memorize your body. "Good."

As you leaned down to kiss his lips and then moved to his cheek and neck, you whispered, "I was so angry yesterday." Your kisses continued and moved down his chest and stomach until you reached his abdomen.

He rubbed your shoulders and gasped quietly as you were moving down his body. "Did you finish off on your own?"

"No," you placed kiss on his abdomen. "I spent the night crying, hoping you would return. Questioning if I was even worth your time."

"Of course you are," he said, reaching out and stroking your cheek. "Of course you are, Y/N."

You cupped his hand. "I love you. Not as a Duke... I don't care about the title. I love you for who you are, Leto."

He propped himself on his elbow, still stroking your cheek, his careful eagle-eyes never left yours. "Why? I'm nothing special. If not for my title, I would be nothing but an ordinary soldier."

"You are good and kind," you moved a little and sat up face to face with him. "You are smart, loving, and caring. Not to mention being handsome."

No mention of being unfaithful," he said, more to himself, scoffing. "I'm not a good man, Y/N. I killed a lot of people."

"No one is flawless, but I still love you. I love everything you do, I love your voice, I love your body, I love how you make me feel," you counted.

In the dim light filling the room, you could see little sparkles in his eyes.

"I love my Leto," you added and cupped his cheek to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

He kissed you back, trying to hold you as close as possible.

Pulling away, you stroked his cheek. "I am yours and only yours, Leto. Both in bed and on duty."

"I don't like categorizing," Leto said, playing with a strand of your hair. "I don't want to make you a thing I can possess whenever I want. I don't want you that way."

You gently stroked his shoulder and soon your hand moved to his nape. "What do you mean by that? There isn't much you can do now and I'm fine with that as long as my Leto is happy."

Stroking your hips where his hands were placed, he smiled gently. "I don't want you that way. I don't want to treat you like a whore. I just need you in my life. As my partner."

Watching him you frowned a tad and chuckled. "I... Isn't this a little impossible? This place is closed for me, besides it would look bad."

"Closed for you?"

"I know she is a concubine, but she gave you a son. I am nothing, just a soldier who confessed her love for you," you shrugged softly.

"Do you know why I haven't married?"

You simply shook your head.

"I should wed Paul's mother, make her my Duchess. Yet, my unwedded state gives some Houses hope they may yet ally with me through their marriageable daughters. It's all political, my dear Y/N. But now I start considering another thing."

"What thing, my Lord?"

He brushed your cheek with his calloused thumb. "Maybe it's just a whim but I certainly want you as my concubine, that's for sure. Maybe even something more."

"I wish to be your concubine. It doesn't matter how. I just want to be yours." 

You wished for this. You truly wanted this. You didn't care if you would be his concubine or the Duchess, perhaps. All you wanted was to be his, to be close to him without the need of hiding anything from anyone.

"Of course it's possible. I'll think about how to play it, but I promise you'll become one of the most powerful people on Arrakis. I want you. I have no idea how it happened but you own me and all of me."

It doesn't matter if I am powerful or not, all I care about is being close to you. You are also going to own me and everything I do," you whispered.

He pulled you closer to him, so his forehead rested against yours. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why were you always so cautious about showing your emotions near me? If I had known earlier, we might have been married by now, maybe sharing a home even."

You chuckled softly, blushing at the thought of not only marrying him but also having a child.

"That's how I was raised and how I was trained. You were up, when I was down, and all my responsibilities were to protect you and those close to you. There was no other relationship except friendship, and even friendship had its limitations." Taking a deep breath, you said, "It should be obvious to you how my father carried himself even if he was your friend."

Leto nodded silently. "Yes. I always believed I love Jessica. And I do, you know? But I have never felt anything so intense with you, something more intoxicating than love itself."

"I loved before but it was nothing like with you. I feel like I can't live without you," you whispered. "You think that Jessica and Paul will hate us both for this? I don't want to ruin anything."

"I don't think my son will hate you, it'll most likely be aimed at me. Jessica, on the other hand, most certainly is not going to accept it."

Maybe this is all a bad idea..." You worriedly said.

"Stop it right now," he ordered, cupping your cheeks in his hands again. "Stop it. I'll do whatever it takes for you to stay unaffected."

You grabbed his hands and nodded. "I trust you."

"Don't worry. I'll never let anyone hurt you in any way, Y/N."

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It's my duty to protect you."

He smiled at you brightly. "It's your duty to love me unconditionally."

"Then I hope I am fulfilling it properly, my Lord," you kissed him.

He kissed you back, letting his tongue slip past your lips, dancing with yours in a heated dance.

You moaned against his lips and pulled away with a smile. 

"How about we finally get to the fun stuff? Unless my Duke waits till his wedding night."

He chuckled, giving you a look. "Look at you. So tempting and beautiful, and you're expecting me to fucking wait to get that pussy marked? It's not going to happen."

"You certainly are taking your sweet time, my Lord," you teased, rolling your hips against him with a cocky smile.

A deep frown appeared on his face as you ground against his crotch.

Looking him right in the eye, you moved down until you were comfortable between his legs. 

You undo his belt and then the pants. Your eyes never left his.

He could feel a blush hitting his cheeks and he was glad at that point that he wore a thick beard that partially hid it.

"May I, my Lord?" You asked quietly.

Leto reached out his hand, placing it on your cheek, nodding.

You turned your head to kiss his hand before your attention moved back to his pants. Finally pulling them down, you gasped and then smiled right at him, seeing he didn't wear any kind of underwear. "Look at you, love."

A shy smirk appeared on his lips. "It's more comfortable this way in such a hot climate."

"Oh, I bet," you hummed and wrapped your soft palm around his member, giving him a few gentle strokes.

Leto was observing you, his face relaxed and soon he rolled his head back, resting it on his pillow.

You gave his cock a long lick from the base to the tip before your warm lips wrapped around the shaft.

He grunted in a deep tone that roared within his chest. "Just like that."

You began to take more and more of him, relaxing your throat to do so. You hummed around him to tease him with some vibrations.

Soon, he was grunting and groaning, bucking his hips up slowly, to slip his shaft more into your mouth. Leto's hands slipped into your hair, and he slowly, gradually fucked your mouth. "Look at you, little one. Sucking on my cock so well."

The only thing you did was hum, focusing on taking his cock.

He relaxed in your arms.

Suddenly, the couple could hear a knocking on the door. "Father, Duncan, and I can't find Y/N, and you told them she was about to guard me. The shield will be down in a moment and she'd be needed."

Leto snapped his eyes open, looked down at you with his cock in your mouth, and chuckled quietly, pressing his hand to his lips to muffle it. After clearing his throat, he replied loud enough for Paul to hear, "She's feeling sick, let her rest, probably too much spice got into her system. She's off duty and please, pass this information to Idaho."

Biting your lip, you lay your head on his stomach. Oh, you wanted to laugh so much because of the situation. It was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time.

He reached his hand to stroke your cheek. His eyebrows relaxed as he was grinning like an adolescent.

"Of course, sir," Paul replied, but added, "Father, may I come in? There's one thing I'd like to speak with you about."

Leto got visibly frustrated and rolled his eyes. "Not now, Paul. I have a lot of work to be done here," his thumb brushed your lips. "I'm afraid it'll take me an entire night to get things done. You know how time-consuming planning is, especially if you want to plan everything well enough for it to fit," Leto's eyes never left yours.

You looked right at him and used the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb. You began to suck it gently with a smile just to tease him.

He rolled his eyes back and with a gasp, he couldn't stop, he rolled his head back down again. 

"Father... Are you okay? Shall I call mother?"

Leto put his palm to his lips to muffle his tone for a few seconds before he cooled down enough to reply. "It's not necessary, Paul, I'm just tired a little. Now, get back to your room. I want you to stay there when the shields will be down."

Laughing voicelessly, you just started kissing his stomach. The two of you could be in some serious trouble

He licked his lips, watching you.

"Of course, sir," Paul replied again. "Good night."

"Good night, Paul," Leto replied and let out a grunt when he heard his son's footsteps vanishing in the corridor. "What the fuck!"

Giggling, you looked at him. "We'll never get to the better stuff," you joked, getting on top of him and kissing him. ”Well played, my Lord."

He took his cock in his hand and jerked it a few times, giving you a kiss back. "We are fucking lucky, aren't we?" He joked lightly. "Oh, if they fucking knew," he said, lining himself with your entrance, making sure to rub his tip against your already dripping folds.

You moved your hips back against him. "We found ourselves." Finally, you let him sink into you, causing you to moan softly. He was big, much bigger than you expected but you already loved it.

He pressed on your hips a little to make you sink into his cock, impaling you where you belonged. "Fuck," he cursed, feeling how tight, hot and wet you felt around him. "Fuck."

Smiling, you moved your hips in place, letting him feel all of you nicely. "So big. Fuck, filling me so nicely. I have never felt so full."

"How many men did you sleep with before?" He asked casually, gently bucking his hips into you.

"Not many. Nothing special," you answered honestly, moving slowly up and down. ”How about you? You have a second bedroom. Were there more affairs in the past?"

"Countless," he stated openly, cupping your breasts.

The fake sadness soon gave way to a moan as you said, "Fuck... Shall I be jealous that I'm not the only one?"

"No one of them can be counted as special. No one of them was you."

Taking his hand and placing it on your clit, you smiled proudly. Once he started to rub it, you moaned and started to move a little faster. "Fuck. So good."

He kept on rubbing your clitoris, taking his hand away for a moment to lick his lips to add some moisture to your vulnerable point. Once his palm returned, he teased the little bundle of nerves worth his thumb. "You like that, baby?"

You nodded, whining a little. "Oh, I love it, my love. Fuck, you make me feel so good."

Leto easily caught your hips and laid you down on the bed, towering over you seconds later. He took his cock, rubbed its tip along your folds again, and pushed in you with ease, attacking your exposed neck with kissing and sucking as he set a brutal, rapid pace.

You shouted his name as you wrapped arms tightly around his neck, as your legs moved around his waist. The pace he set made you whimper as your head rolled back on the pillow; you felt the entire bed moving along his strong thrusts.

His strong hand was placed on the back of your thigh as the other one wrapped lightly around your neck, he crushed his lips against yours. "You like it when I fuck you, huh?" He grunted into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Yes... My Lord! I love it! I love it when you fuck me!" You nodded, grasping at him as you could.

He kissed you equally roughly, picking both of your legs up and resting them against his shoulders. His pace slowed but his thrusts became more profound. The sound of skin hitting skin and Leto's deep grunts filled the room.

All the sounds he made and how well he fucked you made you reach your peak, but you held back as much as you could. "My Lord... Can I cum around your cock?"

"Hold a little more, I want to cum with you," he almost pleaded, speeding up again. He removed your legs from his shoulders and made sure you wrapped them tightly around his hips. His thrusts were strong enough to cause the bed to rock back and forth along them. "Fuck," he whispered as his cock throbbed within you. "Cum for me, babygirl."

You did as he said and let go, cumming around him with a scream of his name.

Leto shot thick ropes of cum into your pussy with a loud grunt that turned into a moan.

Holding him tightly, you whimpered his name. "Leto! Fuck, oh fuck!"

He nuzzled the crook of your neck, resting on top of you for a moment, kissing your face.

Grabbing his cheeks, you pulled him into a sweet, gentle kiss.

His weight was supported by one hand as he kissed back. Leto watched as your mixed cums dropped out of your cunt when he pulled his cock out. Leto smirked proudly, rolling to the side.

You sighed when he pulled out, so you turned on your side as well to watch him. "It sounds exciting, now that I am yours and only yours, forever and ever." He reached his hand out and put it on your chest, right on the heart. "Here I am. And here I remain."

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[dailyreverie]

Rainy afternoon

A/N: Requested by @scarlett-scarab. Here's some very fluffy Duke Leto so you can come back to it on a rainy day... quite literally because that's pretty much what this is about lol. This is not spicy, gif is for vibes only. Also since we don't have soft Duke Leto scenes I need to use our favorite toxic man.

Fall prompts 🍂 Rainy day spent inside

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x reader

Word count: 619

CW: It gets kind of spicy at some point but nothing graphic or explicit. Minors DNI.

You always loved rain in Caladan. It always managed to make everyone calm, the rocks of the mountains would glisten with the droplets and the waterfalls would fall loudly unto the rivers. 

Everyone had left the palace a while ago, all your staff getting the day off as a result of the weather and the lack of meetings and businesses it brought. That had left you and the Duke to a quiet afternoon together; he found you there after his last meeting, when the weather made it impossible for his visitors to arrive - much to his dismay certainly -, and it was hard to resist joining you, sprawled on the largest couch in the living room. Now, with your legs across his lap, catching up on each of your readings, neither of you would dare move an inch.

Leto’s eyebrows were set deep in concentration as he went through one of the various papers placed in front of him, his strong profile always a sight worthy to admire. He held a glass of wine, resting comfortably in the hand that was not grazing over your thigh. 

“We should do this more often.” You break into the silence, easily speaking your thoughts to him. Leto turns to look at you after a beat, once a small smile had found its way into his face. He doesn’t say anything though, he only looks at you with a loving gaze. “What?”

His cheekbones peeked from under his beard when his smile grew “Nothing.” He replied calmly, still looking at you. “I agree.” He’s quick to turn back down to his reading, fingers still going up and down your leg.

But you knew him better than that, and with the way he was looking at you, you knew there was something else going on. “What are you thinking?”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s something on your mind.” He pretended to ignore you, smiling to himself while still trying to read his papers. With the rumble of thunder that filled the room, you realized what was really going on. You knew him well, well enough to read the signs his body showed: no furrowed eyebrows, no tense shoulders, instead his face had a warm smile and crinkles on the corners of his eyes. “You are enjoying this too much, aren’t you?”

Leto chose not to answer, instead trying to change the subject. “Would you look at that, the spice production in Arrakis is going up by-”

“Leto!” You laughed interrupting him, tossing your book to the side and crawling over to him. This relaxed, joking side of him was rare to show up. “You are relaxed, aren’t you?”

“Would that be too bad?” 

“Not at all, I like seeing you like this.” You straddle his legs sitting in front of him. Your fingertips trace his beard, and he lets his face rest over your hands.

The Duke leans to kiss you, slowly at first, not needing to rush anything, letting his hands move carefree over your back and your thighs. His lips after a while match the intensity of the thunder as they begin to trace over your skin, helping you to your back so he can hover on top of you. “What about like this?”

“Hmm, you’re being playful today even, my Duke.” He groans against your lips, but all you can do is giggle. “Can I arrange more days off?”

“Please do,” He commands, only pecking your lips. “The rest of the Empire can wait.”

Both of you would forget about it soon, you knew, but for now, you let yourself sink in his arms, with just the rain and his loving words enough to distract you from the rest of the world.

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As apprehensive as he is at loosing control, he so desperately wants to be cared for.

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[faetreides]

summary: the discovery of a long hidden planet operating outside of the emperor’s rule threatens to upend the balance between the great houses and shift the tides of war. (ongoing series)

pairings: paul atreides x reader , chani x reader, leto atreides x reader, lady jessica x reader, irulan x reader, feyd rautha x reader (AFAB crown heir!reader)

cw: reverse harem type crack treated seriously, cosmic horror elements, undecided/possibly ambiguous endgame, dark/yandere behavior & themes, comedic undertones, dark & nsfw content, canon compliant as much as possible but there will be gaps in my memory, past leto & jessica (they split after she became a reverend mother)/past paul & chani, each character pursues reader separately, oc planet & oc house for reader, pretend like it still makes sense for leto to be there, don’t think too hard about the logistics of this in general, vintage sci fi inspired, i just wanted to have a silly unrealistic series where it’s all about the reader lmao

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[thekirbishow]

ruin me

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[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Nothing will ever be as disappointing as it was when after I finished watching dune 2 (I watched dune 1 like five hours before seeing 2), and I thought to myself "amazing characters, interesting world and plot AND it's older than Star Wars??? I bet there's a bunch of super amazing fics about these characters!"

And then there wasn't.

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[nyrasproblm]

I'm not the only one

Leto Atreides x reader, Paul Atreides x reader (platonic), Jessica Atreides x reader (platonic)

Warnings: angst, arranged marriage, rejection, loneliness, screaming.

Synopsis: You marry Leto Atreides, and feel the rejection firsthand.

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

Belladonna - Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Belladonna (Atropa belladonna) - Meaning: Silence, betrayal

Summary: Duke Leto's new wife has been neglected. When the Duke finds her under his Swordmaster, he summons her to his office for a talk but it ends up not being what she expected.

Pairing: Leto Atreides x F!Reader, (past fling) Duncan Idaho x F!Reader

Word Count: 918

Warnings: Slight Hurt/Comfort, fluff, Discussion of marital neglect/politically arranged marriage that leads to infidelity, reader has female genitalia but is otherwise not described, slight language, reader tries to appear aloof, Leto is probably OOC, feelings talk, a little husband/wife flirting at the end

Day 4 my loves! This is my first Dune fic and I have only seen the 2021/2024 films and read through some of the Wiki pages so forgive me if there are horrendous inaccuracies. This takes place pre-Dune by about 10 years, so Paul is a kid and Leto is a little younger but still foxy as hell.

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The thing about Caladan, you had come to learn, is that no matter where you were in the palace you could always hear the ocean. The crash of waves against the cliff below lulled you to sleep every night since your marriage to Duke Leto about two months ago. Sixty days, of which the Duke had only visited your bedchamber twice. The rest he spent, you assumed, in his chambers with Lady Jessica. 

In fact, you had barely seen him other than your weekly dinners since the wedding. The dinners were silent affairs, you on one end of the long formal dining table and the Duke on the other. Conversation extended no further than pleasantries. You didn’t mind too much — a political marriage like yours wasn’t meant to inspire affection and since the Duke had his concubine and his heir, you were only there to solidify the alliance between Caladan and your home planet, Calypso-9. 

Today, you’d been summoned to his office to discuss yesterday’s incident. 

The incident in which he’d found you underneath his Swordmaster Duncan Idaho in the training room. Half-naked. Writhing and crying in pleasure while Duncan pummeled your cervix with his impressive cock. It had been months since you’d been intimate with someone, and during your self-defense training Duncan’s touches while he corrected your form along with the smell of his sweat and endorphins from the exercise had proven to be too much. You’d given in to your baser instincts, and fuck, did it feel good.

Leto hadn’t said anything, only caught your attention with a loud clear of his throat. When he saw your and Duncan’s eyes on him, all he did was about-face and walk out of the room. 

He maintained the same stoic expression now. His dark eyes bore into yours as he stroked his beard. You had noticed how large his hands were during your wedding ceremony, and you remembered how they felt on you while he dispassionately consummated your union that night. All you could hear were the waves crashing. 

“I think we’re both aware of why I called you here,” he finally said, breaking the silence. 

“You found me fucking Duncan. I apologize if you were offended, my Lord, but I’m not sure why you called me here. Were you offended? Jealous?” You honestly didn’t know why he would want to hash this out between you unless he was going to scold you for being so indiscreet, which you supposed was deserved. 

“What if I was?” He asked, gaze softening before he continued without waiting for your answer, “Even though you and I both know I have no right to be. Our marriage is simply a political arrangement and I have Jessica and Paul while you left your homeworld to come here and be ignored by the husband you never wanted in the first place.” 

Gobsmacked. That was the only way you could describe yourself as you picked your jaw up off the floor. To say you hadn’t expected candor of this level was an understatement.

“I…Apologies, my Lord, but-” 

“Leto.”

“Pardon?”

“You are my wife, there’s no need for formalities. Call me Leto.”

You held back a scoff, turning it into a light sigh instead. “Since this is the second longest conversation we’ve ever had, you’ll forgive my hesitation with familiarities, but alright. Leto,” he nodded gratefully, so you continued, “I don’t fully understand your meaning.” 

“What I mean is I am angry about what I saw yesterday but not for the reasons you may think. I’m not upset with you because I understand that I am what drove you into the arms of my Swordmaster. I am angry with myself for neglecting you so cruelly since our wedding and I promise to do better by you. Perhaps not to Duncan’s extent, but-” 

You burst out laughing, which caused his brows to knit together in confusion. His large hands folded in front of him on his desk as you tried to get yourself under control. 

“I’m - I’m sorry,” you said, waving a hand in front of you, “I don’t mean to be laughing, I swear, but…is that all it would’ve taken to get your attention?” 

“Well, no, but-” 

“To think all I had to do was fuck someone else…I would’ve gotten your attention weeks ago.” 

“You’ve…been wanting my attention?”

This time you let your scoff out, “Of course! When my father told me he’d found me a husband I expected some old, ugly lord with at least two dead wives and no heirs. You cannot imagine the relief I felt when we met and you were none of those things.” 

“I’m not not old,” he chuckled, ducking his head.  

“Oh, pish, you’re barely forty, and don’t look it.” 

He looked up at you from under his regal brow and you felt butterflies stirring in your chest. “And you are one of the most beautiful women who has ever stepped foot on Caladan.” 

You couldn’t help the blush that rose in your cheeks, “Are you flirting with me, Leto?” 

“Perhaps. You are my wife after all,” he smirked, standing from behind his desk and coming around it, offering his arm to you. “Would you like to walk with me? A proper tour of the grounds?” 

You accepted, resting your hand in the crook of his arm and subtly stroking his inner forearm. “And maybe we can stop in the training room?” 

His smirk widened into a smile and you were enchanted at the sight. “Whatever my wife desires.” 

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[cassie48]

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!

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[freelancearsonist]

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You think there’s a name for it, the irony that unpredictability has become predictable, but you’re not sure what it is.

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[faetreides]

summary: leto atreides x afab concubine!reader

cw: daddy kink, pregnancy, power imbalance, dark fic coded, implication that the other concubines “disappeared”, overstimulation, body worship, i would do anything to be in reader’s position here i’m being so real, not included but got reader pregnant in the full nelson position, the smut is in a flashback, mention of the reader having hip dips, mention of leto with others but he realizes you’re the one after lmao, probably dune world/lore inaccuracies, reader’s a member of the duke’s breeding program, mention of choking, intended age gap but you can read it as otherwise

wc: 1k+

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“It’s to wake up, my love.”

Your eyes flutter open to see Duke Leto Atreides standing over your bed, one of his hands brushing back some of your hair away from your face. He smiles warmly when you tiredly meet his gaze, and holds out an open palm. You take it and let him help you sit up, though that’s as far as he’s willing to let you go. Leto hovers his hands over your baby bump, borderline paranoid about you doing anything that could jeopardize the health of the baby.

“I thought my appointment with the doctor wasn’t until next week, my lord…” You yawn, resting your hands on your belly as you fight off sleep. Being heavily pregnant was no easy task, and most days it feels like you have as much energy as a corpse.

“It is, I simply wanted to see you.” Leto answers, petting your hair and curling one arm around your lower back to support it. “When we’re alone, get rid of the ‘my lord’, what we have is more than the results of an obligation.”

You sigh, leaning into his touch as you consider his words. Months ago, you were just another member of the Duke’s harem. One of many meant to produce heirs until your body shriveled up. Your family was noteworthy but not noble enough to stay afloat, you heard that the Duke was looking for breeders and you left without looking back. Though you will admit that Leto Atreides is not the worst man you could’ve taken inside you. He was gentle and the way he kissed you suggested that he felt more than just gratitude.

You pretended to not mind the sounds and stories you heard from the other concubines in the beginning. You knew perfectly well what you were signing up for, the feelings came from nowhere, you swear.

Leto’s mannerisms during sex were impossibly adoring and intimate, and he would tell you were special every time in the midst of the afterglow. You stopped hearing heart dropping noises and nauseating stories, and the day after you found out you were pregnant you heard nothing at all. The Duke took longer than usual to meet with you that night.

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“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” Leto calls out, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you get ready for bed.

You finish tying the strings of your nightgown and turn around to face him. There are strange little flecks of red in the wrinkles on his face, but they could be a trick of the light so you brush the curiosity off.

“I am always waiting for you, my lord.” You repeat the same thing you say everyday, noting the way the corners of his smile flatten in displeasure.

He cups your face and walks the both of you backwards towards the bed, shooting his hands out to keep himself from crushing you when you inevitably fall on it.

Time passes by in a blur, every moment filled with cries of “Daddy” and overzealous movement from him that punches the breath of your lungs. He’s not incredibly rough, just passionate enough to have tears dot your lashes and his thumb buried in your mouth. Every kiss is a hot swirling mess of saliva and tongues colliding that gets you so wet, you really believe it could kill you.

“Mm, your tongue feels amazing, clumsily chasing after mine.” Leto grunts at some point, rutting and slamming his balls against your ass with no rhyme or reason. “The tightest cunt i’ve ever had, fuck-“

You hum around his thumb, suckling on it like he’s your god and his thick fingers in your mouth are your only reason to live. He grinds his teeth together when you make eye contact, and you struggle to keep it up as you hollow out your cheeks around his coarse digits.

“Wanna make you proud, Daddy, gonna be so good for you.” The words are muffled past the point of comprehension, but your eyes allow him to get the gist.

If you were not already pregnant, the flood of fresh cum in your pussy would’ve done the trick. You clench around your lord’s fat cock and let yourself break, squirting all over yourself.

When you come to, Leto’s busying himself with latching onto your tits like a leech and bullying your battered pussy.

“These are already so sensitive, aren’t they? And to think that I made them that way…” Leto trails off, licking a broad stripe over your nipple and pinching your clit.

You jolt and throw your head back, “Yes, Daddy, you did.”

He groans at the frequently used name, pinching your clit harder and digging his fingers in deeper. You’ve had more orgasms than you ever thought possible in the last hour alone, but your lord was insatiable like this. His head is too high in the clouds with visions of his future family to calm down.

Your legs shake but he takes his hand away from your clit and smooths his palm over your thigh to steady you.

“It’s alright, you know i won’t be too rough honey, you can take it. You’ve already taken my seed beautifully, growing my son in your womb.”

You know there’s no chance of stopping until Leto’s sure that he’s kissed and lavished every inch of your delectable body in Daddy’s attention. He gives each of your buds a ‘Goodbye for now’ kiss and wipes down the dips in your hips with his tongue, soothing the love bites and caressing the necklace of bruises around your neck he left when he lost control.

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The bed sinks with Leto’s added weight, and your cheeks warm as you come back to the present. You look down at your joined hands to see a box clenched tightly in his free one. Like he’s scared of dropping it. You gaze up at him questioningly and he smiles once again before softly kissing the skin between your eyes.

Next thing you know, Duke Leto Atreides is kneeling before you and opening the box to reveal a large ring. It’s magnificently crafted and all the details align with your taste perfectly.

“Will you marry me?”

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