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sex.
yeah. cw: smut, subspace sort of, breeding kink, no ddlg because no, minors dni
At first you hated it. Once a month, from the second your ovulation started until the minute the window closed, you were sequestered to your chambers. Your robes were replaced with a soft cotton slip, and you were allowed to do nothing but lay.
You despised it, the first day. How bored you were, how irritated at Leto to hole you up like a useless wench. Your minds fed off each other - half of his planning came from your head first.
Twice a day, you heard a soft knock on your door and your husband would stride in and envelope you in love, kissing and stroking until you were relaxed and hazy. He liked you like this, almost as much as he liked your sharp wit. Eyes hooded and soft, content to do whatever he wished.
Sometimes he would be quick, pounding tight and fast as you whined from the intensity. He made sure you climaxed, always, soothing your overstimulated moans with a kiss and gentle words.
Sometimes, he wouldn't leave for hours, slowly pulling pleasure after pleasure before even touching himself. Technically, you supposed, child making was really about his finish, but Leto would never put himself first. Another thing you loved, his selflessness.
He would time it beautifully. As soon as your pleasure-drunk mind would start to clear, he'd duck back inside and dose you again, licking your soft petals until you shook from the pleasure. Stress was bad for pregnant women, and by extension, women trying to conceive. So, reasoned Leto, if he never let your mind clear long enough to think, let alone worry, that wouldn't be an issue.
He was right, as always.
It was noon before you drowsily fluttered awake. Your limbs were heavy and fluid in the expensive silk sheets. A throbbing, gentle soreness radiated over your entire body. The room was lit in sun, casting you in warmth. You tried to remember what day of your cycle it was, but you soon found that you couldn't think of much other than the emptiness between your legs.
A mildly distressed hum left your lips as you curled on yourself, chasing the warmth of sun-soaked sheets.
You heard the familiar knock that immediately soothed your disappointment. Like Pavlov's dog, your mind calmed, and that beautiful headspace cradled you in adoration.
Leto met your soft gaze, and his chest swam with pride. His lovely wife, laying so beautifully wretched and pliant. Your arms twitched towards him, eyes round and begging.
Hello, flower, he murmured into your skin, kissing and nipping down your throat, rucking up your dress to feel the softness beneath. Purple bruises were littered across your plush thighs and up beneath your breasts. Leto licked over the newest ones, considering filling the empty patches he'd skipped over last night.
Your hands tangled in his hair as he sucked a mark into your sternum, sighing raggedly. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the slick that was steadily leaking onto the sheets. You didn't need any prep, but he liked to drag it out when he could.
Leto was in a teasing mood, apparently, because his hands drifted just short of where you wanted them, and his lips never strayed from your clavicle. You loved any of his touches, but he'd created an expectation and oh, you needed him.
"Leto," you huffed, trying to wriggle under his broad weight. He saw the crease in your brow and immediately smothered it with his lips.
"Don't fret, my flower, I have you," he rasped, undoing the buttons down his front. You didn't have the coordination to help him, but your agitation was placated. Your head was in the clouds, soaring in pleasure only he could give you
When his tan skin shone free, you clutched onto him, pressing kisses across his chest and stroking his back.
"You're lovely," you murmured against his skin. A warm rumble against your cheek as he laughed.
"I believe that's my line, darling."
With a gentle but firm push, you were flat on the blankets again. Groaning with pleasure, Leto began to nip at your thighs. His large hands clutched the soft muscle, stroking and petting your softness. His tongue was warm on your folds, licking up your arousal.
You mewled, hips twitching. The copious attention your cunt had received over the past few days was delightful, but still very sore. Leto's apology was muffled, his lustful eyes too full of your cunt to pay attention. Small kitten licks and then broad stripes sent your nervous system ablaze. the room was quiet except for the hushed, wet sounds he lavished over you.
more please more more I need it, Leto, please you wanted to say but your tongue was too heavy. He ate you desperately, drinking down your pleasure until you could barely breathe. In a sudden, warm oh you were falling. A small orgasm took you under, not earth-shattering but just enough to grace your face with a loving smile. Leto met your gaze and licked harder.
Every drop of your climax he caught greedily, licking and sucking until your eyes rolled back.
"I...I..whaoh-" Leto shifted your legs over his shoulders and ran his fingers through your slick, testing your softness. His thick fingers pumped you once, twice, before you were over that hurdle again, catapulting into his arms for the second time. Your messy cunt gushed, twitching with overstimulation.
Pleased, Leto sucked your release from his fingers.
He deemed you ready and pulled you against his toned chest, rocking and humming to soothe your shivers. You felt drunk, the colors and shapes blurring together until nothing but the feeling of lust soaked through.
Leto was gentle but firm, pushing into your center in one solid stroke. You arched, garbling and whining at the intrusion. Your cunt fluttered in an attempt to adjust to his size. You'd had him more times than you could count, but it always felt like the first. Each twitch of your core sent a ripple of pleasure through Leto's spine.
His eyes flickered shut and he began to rock gently. Not thrusting, you were by far too sore for that. Besides, even the gentle motion pulled sinful moans from your pretty mouth.
"Oh, flower," he groaned, "I could die here a happy man." The stress of his previous council melted away, thoughts focused solely on your flushed cheeks and delicate noises.
He rocked harder, and it brushed that spot inside. You whined and bucked, wanting him to speed up, go harder, help me, please. Leto could never deny that look of blind desperation, your eyes round in a silent plea.
"Use your words, darling," he cooed, punctuating his words with a hard thrust. Relief surged through you - yes more that yes please -
"Words," he commanded again, hips slowing to a stop. Like a baby deprived of candy, you wailed, pawing for purchase on the slick sheets. Leto grinned, pulling you up on his cock and settling your boneless body against the pillows.
"I don't know what to do if you don't tell me." His deep voice was lilting, teasing.
You whined and mewled and huffed. Your lungs were struggling to breathe around the mountain of need inside you.
"I uhnn...Le...hah-" you struggled. Leto's mischief continued, strategically rolling his hips as your lips trembled.
"Almost, sweet girl, so close...what were you saying?"
Tears bubbled in your glassy eyes. "P...please," you whispered finally, grinding desperately.
"Not so hard, see?" Leto grinned again, soft beard ticklish against your sweaty cheek. He kissed you hotly, running his tongue against the seam of your teeth. His hips began again, rolling and grinding long and slow. Slower, even, than when he started.
His cock reached deep, but you needed to reach that peak, and he was going too slow.
Leto knew this, of course. He'd watch and wait for your frustration to simmer, then grabbed onto the headboard and snapped forwards. His patience was thinning too, a burning sensation running down his thighs. A need, to fill you and take you over and over.
A sob punched out of your chest at the sudden change in pace. This was what you needed, your heart cried with gratitude. Harsh, fast, rough strokes against your soaked walls. You couldn't feel your legs, only a rising wave of something. The pitch of your cries raised in time with his thrusts. His hips snapped forwards, fucking up into that one crevice that shattered any resolve you had left.
A boiling, overwhelming pressure and then you were free. Sailing into the clouds, a rush of slick leaking around his still-hard length. Your spine melted and you moaned weakly. Leto furrowed his brow in concentration, rocking harder into your puffy folds.
"Almost, almost," he breathed harshly, grunting as he smacked harder and harder. Your lips were slack and you could barely keep your eyes open.
This was his favorite way to have you. He could move you however he wanted and you wouldn't do anything but moan and quiver and gush around him. He leaned down, laving at your soft breasts. His hot tongue sparked across your sensitive tits and you arched again, pressing him deeper. Leto released you with a pop and gently stroked your chin.
He smiled as your eyes blinked blearily at him. Not a thought was living in that pretty head of yours. He slipped his thumb into your mouth and you sucked dutifully, your delicate, soft tongue caressing the pad.
"Let go," he whispered, desperate for his own release. He knew you were almost there, again. Your cunt fluttered and twitched and a broken wail wracked your body, hiccupping with the pleasure. Leto curled over you protectively, hips stuttering in their rapid pace.
Hard pulses of his cock pushed his seed inside, deep as it would go. He clutched you, locking his hips against yours. Your feet scrambled for purchase, trying to push away from the overwhelming sensation.
"Be good," he panted, "be good, dearest, keep it in." His grip was unrelenting and you sobbed harder, chest heaving and cheeks wet.
When the cascade of his orgasm was over, he collapsed, pulling you on top of him. Hush, baby, hush, he cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your face. You blubbered and whined . He still stuffed you full, and even soft his length was impressive.
You did well, he murmured, licking into your mouth. You whimpered quietly. The painful pleasure had dulled and you were wrapped in haze again. Leto felt you go slack as he gently wiped up the mess from your soft folds. He pulled out gently, hissing at the cooling sweat against his sensitive cock. You shuddered again at the absence.
He sat up, still petting your sweaty hair. In a moment, your eyes would fall shut and he would slip out of the room, eyes stern and not a hair out of place.
"I love you," he said to the love-soaked room, kissing your cheek.
Love you, you thought weakly.
By the third month, your nurse had clicked her tongue and pushed you into bed. You burrowed deep into the plush mattress, that familiar haze rising up. But the nurse pulled the sheets away. You opened your mouth to object, but the old woman held out her hand.
"There's no need, my lady," she said kindly.
Leto was ecstatic. So you were you, but the feeling was bittersweet. You longed to go out again and meet with your people, catch up on what you missed. You would miss the sex, though.
When he heard your musings, Leto tilted his head amusedly.
"Council? Dearest, you are with child, what makes you think you can leave this chamber?" His eyes glimmered with quiet mischief.
Perhaps the next nine months wouldn't be terrible.
ok i did it my first obligatory smut
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I have a type. My type is very specific.
DUNE 2024
Fear is the mind-killer
I just went to see Dune Part 2 and… Do I have a crush on Lady Jessica? I think I do…
We’re Harkonnens. So this is how we’ll survive, by being Harkonnens.
Dune: Part Two (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve
Lizards and Pumpkins
AU Young Leto Atreides x fem reader
Summary: A ball is being held in the hopes that Leto Atreides will find an eligible maiden to marry as he is expected to become the next Duke of Caladan.
*This storyline will be similar to Disney’s Live Action Cinderella (2015). There the dress you will be wearing is like that one.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever. Therefore, please be kind about any feedback you all may have. Other than that, enjoy and let’s see where it goes from here.
When you get to the bottom of the steps, you notice the man from the forest you met a while back walking towards you. However, you had know idea he was the Leto Atreides of Caladan. You had been told that he was an apprentice in training but you had no idea you were speaking to the next Duke in line.
At this moment, you two are face to face with each other.
“It's you, isn't it?” Leto asks.
“Just so. Your grace…”, you respond and curtsy to him.
“If I may... that is... it would give me the greatest pleasure, if you would do me the honor of letting me lead you through this... the first…”, Leto struggles to say what’s on his mind due to being in a daze by your beauty.
“Dance?” You ask, smiling sweetly at him.
“Yes, dance. That's it.” He finally gets out.
While you and Leto start dancing, you notice the people surrounding you both.
You whisper to him, “They're all looking at you.”
At that statement, Leto smiles and says, “Believe me, they're all looking at you.”
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Leto pushes you gently on the swing in the secluded garden he shows you as you both carry on having meaningful chats.
A clink is heard, and you realize your slipper is off your foot. Upon noticing this, Leto stops pressing you, gets on her knees, and places the slipper on your foot.
With awe, he asks, "It's made of glass?"
"Why not?" you ask him, grinning.
Then, as though he wants to kiss you, he leans in close. "Will you please tell me your true identity?"
After giving it some thought, you say, "If I do, I think everything might be different."
Leto says, "I don't understand," with a perplexed expression. “At least, could you tell me your name?”
Just as you prepare to inform Leto, the clock chimes 11:59. That's when you recall what the fairy godmother said. You say as you turn to face Leto. "I must go now. It is difficult to describe. Pumpkins, lizards, and other things. You tell him you'll never forget it and thank him again for a fantastic night.
Leto murmurs, "Lizards and Pumpkins," as he watches you dash out of the garden. With a smile, he chooses to follow you.
One of your glass slippers slips on the palace steps as you walk to your carriage. Even if at first you want to pick up, you change your mind as you notice Leto approach you and climb inside the carriage.
When the carriage pulls out of the palace, you see Leto stoop to retrieve your slipper. You grin as you recall the amazing evening you spent with Leto. Despite your feeling that this is the final time you will ever see him.
You have no idea that Leto is planning to locate you. In one kind or another.
Lizards and Pumpkins (Part 2)
AU Young Leto Atreides x fem reader
Part 1 Below:
Summary: After the events of the ball and the old, Leto is appointed the newly appointed Duke of Caladan and has finally found the maiden who has won his heart. Will he accept you as you are?
A/N: Though this story was intended to be similar to Disney’s Live Action Cinderella (2015), it will start to go a bit off of that storyline.
As you are being brought to face the newly appointed Duke Leto by Captain Duncan Idaho , you have a lot of thoughts running through your mind. Some of these thoughts consist of: What will the kingdom think of me if I stand by him? Does he feel for me the way that I do for him? Will this relationship last if it goes further?
Going down the steps, you take in your appearance. A light blue dress with a brown petticoat and a white headpiece covering your hair.
Leto looks at you with a smile on his face, happy to finally be in your presence after weeks of searching for you. “Who are you?”
In response, you answer, “I am (y/n). Your grace, I am no duchess. I have no carriage, no parents, no dowry. I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does--will you take me as I am? A good honest country girl who loves you?”
“Of course, I would. But only if you'll take me as I am, an apprentice still learning his trade. Please…” , he looks at you pleading. You nod.
Leto invites you to sit on a nearby chair as the Captain looks on with a smile as he places the slipper on your foot. To the surprise of neither of you, it fits perfectly.
You then take his hand and walk out with him out to the palace.
*This was a very short story. Wondering if I should write a chapter about their wedding and honeymoon.
Upcoming Story…
“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”
“You're in Caladan.”
“Caladan, can’t say I’ve heard of that city or country before.”
“My lady. Caladan isn’t any of those things. It’s a planet. The one that has proudly been my ancestral home, House Atreides Home, for about 10,000 years.”
“Planet? 10,000 years? Wait…” You begin taking in your surroundings more seriously as well as the information this man has told you. “What year is it?”
“10,172.”
“Oh.”
As soon as the handsome man finishes telling you this, the last thing you see is darkness.
No way are you that far into the future. One minute you were asleep in your room, the next you end up in an unknown place and time.
A/N: As you all can see, this is an upcoming Duke Leto AU x fem!reader story that I’m playing with but I’m still trying to figure out how to move forward with it. Still a bunch of brainstorming and drafting to do.
