Friday: Kinks

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Hello, everyone. I’m drabblewriter and today's theme is Kinks. Prompts can be anything with characters getting their kink on. ;-)

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ any, any asexual character, non-sexual kink
+ any, any, soft d/s
+ any, any, gagging (not the object, but the act)

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[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, soft d/s

Fill: Dune(2021), Paul Atreides/Duncan Idaho

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(Kink: Non-Sexual Intimacy, light dom/sub, comfort. This came out far more G-rated then you may have wanted, hope this is still okay)

Duncan is not going to tolerate this for much longer. With Lady Jessica and Lord Leto away on a mission, Paul has been left in his care. For endless hours, since the first sun rays of a new dawn shimmered on the golden sand, the young duke has been in the training room. Pushing his weak muscles to the brink of exhaustion until they burn like fire.

Paul did not rest last night, Duncan caught him restlessly pacing in his room, mumbling about dreams and a war, and begging Duncan to please help me. Duncan firmly pushed him down on the bed, commanding him to sleep. The young boy did dream, but he writhed in agony for the better part of the darkness. Now, he has not eaten, lacking nourishment, and grows weaker, swords in hand as he trains, fighting against an unseen enemy.

“Enough!” Duncan commands, and Paul startles, yet only for a moment before hem is back to violently slashing at the air, carrying on with his training. Duncan growls and prowls over to the boy, grabbing his hands tightly.

Paul drops his swords and goes rigged, every muscle in his body tight as Duncan forcefully grips his chin. “You will shower, then dress and return to the bedchamber. Do you understand?” His eyes are dark, promising punishment if Paul disobeyed, and the young duke could refuse. After all, Paul is the future leader, Duncan his protector, yet Paul bows his head, submitting, softly whispering “Yes, Master.”

Duncan lightly swats Paul on his bottom, sending the young boy on his way. Soon the sound of water like rain fills the room, confirms that Paul headed his command. Duncan makes his rounds of the house, assuring that all is safe and no threat has somehow taken a place in their home. Their enemies have made attempts to infiltrate their house in the past, trying and failing to kill Paul, but all is well now.

Upon returning to the bedchamber, he finds Paul woven in the soft sheets. “Stay with me?” His eyes speak of a need, a longing for kindhearted love. Duncan cannot refuse.

They lay close so that he breathes a gentle sigh of relief. Like he can rest and relax now that he is wrapped in Duncan's arms, whereas before every muscle in his body was twisted in agony. Gazing at his protector, he raised his hand to his cheek, tenderly palming the warm skin. Duncan smiles fondly at him, Duncan's fingertips lightly brushing up and down his back. The past few nights have been horrible, he was terrified of the dream, the threat of war coming, but now that Duncan holds him to his chest, the young duke breathe peacefully.

Paul leans in to kiss Duncan, lighting nipping at his lips, a fire of desire slowly building between his thighs, but Duncan stops him with a firm, yet gentle grip of his chin.“You will sleep now. Rest, my boy.”

Paul shakes his head, whimpering softly, “In my dreams, you die. I don't want to lose you.” Like a snake, his arms squeeze Duncan tightly as if he fears letting him go.

“I'm not going anywhere, my boy. I will always be here to protect you,” He promised, even though nothing was set in stone, but for this night, he will not leave Paul's side. Duncan looks at the exhausted boy, his eyes fond and tender, and he smiles at Paul, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his soft lips.

“Sleep. Now.” His tone is stern, yet his hand brushing up and down Paul's back is a kind comfort. Paul submits, he cuddles into Duncan’s arms and tucks himself under his chin, the heat between their chest warming him until he feels cozy. He heaves a heavy sigh and his body melts, Duncan's warmth comforts him after all the hell he has endured.

♥ END ♥

Re: Fill: Dune(2021), Paul Atreides/Duncan Idaho

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Totally okay and very soft. Thanks. <3