#is it not obvious what he is when he makes the fremen attack the emperor under the atreides house banner?

[rebelontherocks]

i think it's a little concerning that ppl watch dune 2 and don't realize that paul is a villain

[juletheghoul]

In The Desert

I dreamt about Duncan Idaho, and now you all have to deal with it lmao.

Enjoy.

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x F!Reader (fremen reader)

Word Count: 700

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) slight dirty talk / p i v sex (wrap it up) vaginal fingering, creampie, talk of knives / fighting / sandworms / training, (reader is fremen, eyes are blue from living in the desert)

Let me know if I missed anything!

reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist

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The desert isn’t your place.

He could see it written on your face, see it in the spice-blue of your eyes.

It was obvious why he was here, with the changes happening on Arrakis. With the Harkonnens gone, the emperor would surely send another house to ‘bring peace’.

We don’t need peace, we need to be left alone.

It was difficult not to want him though, with his size and strength. He was good with knives, but not as good as you. Maybe that was why he gravitated towards you. Why he trained with you endlessly, why you beat him over and over.

“I thought you were better than this?” You taunted with your crysknife at his throat.

“So did I.” His smile was tinged with something, annoyance but respect as well.

“Again. You must be better.” You pushed him, knowing he could not hope to beat you.

“Again.” He repeated, getting into position once more - his attack changed, but the outcome didn’t. You outmanoeuvred him faster only now he chased your mouth with his, and this time you let him catch it. His tongue tangled with yours, just as your knives had.

He gave you the moisture of his body willingly, and you couldn’t say no.

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It happened at night, no matter how stealthy he thought he was, you heard him coming a mile away. You watched him, the great bulk of him searching for you.

“You’ll call Shai-hulud blundering around like that, is that what you want? To call forth the sand-worm?” Your voice was sand whipping around him and he spun around to face you. His dark eyes finding your bright blue in the moonlight.

“I was looking for you.” His smile was predatory and it made you drip. Your body gave up it’s moisture without your permission. He stalked towards you, his body was honed for this, a weapon. You could have had your knife ready, but you wanted this.

“You’ve found me.” He towered over you in the shadows of your sietch, herding you towards the rock wall. “What do you plan to do now that you have me pinned?” You tipped your chin up at him. Unafraid. Defiant. Fremen to the bone.

“I think you know.” His smile widened and it pulled at something inside. He was brutal, you knew that by the way he fought. He was beautiful too and he knew you noticed.

There were no more words after, only his lips pressed tightly against yours. He tasted like rain, precious water and the thrill of the kill.

He lifted you up, pressed you up against the rock as if you weighed nothing. Your cunt ached to be filled by him and despite the fact that this man was an outsider your arousal flowed freely. His fingers were nimble and they opened your stillsuit enough to find the crux of you. His fingers curled deep, stretching you open, drawing forth a hushed moan from you; a sly smile from him. Your arms wrapped around his neck tight enough to hurt you knew, but you couldn’t focus on that. Not when he pressed the pads of those fingers against something sacred.

“Is this where you want me?” He stroked at the spot again for emphasis.

“You know I do.” You bit at his lip and he groaned into your mouth, his rhythm making your toes curl. His thumb joined the fray and it snuck up on you faster than you’d hoped. The swirl of him around your clit made the stars explode behind your eyes.

He gave you no respite and pressed forth, the pearl of his arousal glinting for only a moment before he buried himself into your wet heat. His forehead pressed against yours for half a heartbeat before he was driving himself into you with the same brutality he showed when he fought.

“At least you fuck better than you fight.” You couldn’t help but taunt him, even as he made you whimper, he laughed - breathless. The scar on his brow begged to be kissed, you ignored it.

“You fight like a demon, and I fuck like one.” His hips were a piston and sooner than you hoped he was filling you, your puffy little cunt overflowing with his passion.

“Again.” You smiled at him.

“Again.” He repeated.

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