#ᯓ★ answered

[ddksoo]

i am on my knees begging for a Jay version of the bf texts PLEASSSEEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

THEYRE ON THE WAY I PROMISE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[chosocutegf]

O'Hara with a chubby wife? Like dawg i wanna see him appreciate that chubbiness 😫 plus points she's always soft and kind to him which makes him fall even more

I'm so in love

I LOVE CHUBBY READER ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO MIGUEL ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

It makes me think about Miguel fawning over you, looking at you from afar because he can’t help but keep his gaze on your plump curves. I think about him sitting on the sofa, while you’re in the kitchen, cooking or something, and he can’t stay focused on whatever he was looking at the tv.

When you turn around and catch him staring, he doesn’t look away. He is not embarrassed that you saw him gawking at you, because he wants you to know that he is obsessed with you. “Ven aquí, mi amor,” (come here, my love) he calls you, a soft smile when he sees you walking towards him with a raised brow.

When you stand before him, he looks up at you with pure love in his eyes, before resting his hands over your full hips and gently tugging you closer, guiding you between his legs. He rests his head on your soft tummy, and nuzzles his face there, sliding his hands under your shirt and pawning gently at your plump waist. He hums when you thread your fingers through his dark locks and closes his eyes as he relaxes against you. “What are you doing?,” you ask softly, laugh in your voice.

He lets out a soft playful groan, burying his face in your tummy before tugging you impossibly closer, almost making you fall if it wasn’t for you placing your hands over his shoulders. You chuckle softly when he mumbles against your shirt, “nothing, mamí, just appreciating you”.

A gasp leaves your lips when he quickly wraps his arms around your legs and moves you to the couch, pushing you to lay down before laying on top of you. You huff softly at his weight, squirming slightly to adjust yourself under him. Miguel groans against youand buries his face between your full breasts, a little smile on his lips at the plumpness of his new makeshift pillow.

“Comfortable?,” you asks teasingly, glancing down at him before wrapping your arms around his broad back and holding him close. He nods slightly against you, nuzzling even closer, “mucho”. (very much) You let out a soft hum before sliding your hand under his baggy shirt, scratching his skin gently.

You feel his grip tighten around you, squishing you under him as he relaxes even more under your touch. Soon after, you feel his breath getting slower and when you glance down, he is asleep. There is a smile on your lips when you reach for the tv control and switch it off.

can you hear me cry? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

(m.list)

[sillyd0ve]

@justcallmesakira i'm answering this here because the unholy thoughts took possession of me <3

DON'T DIE SAKIII I HAVE THINGS TO SAAAAAYYY *shakes u violently*

the last pic got me 🫦 pls I'm going to sleep with this image fresh on my mind in hopes to dream about kolya <3

this is not exactly monster fucking i guess :(( i'm still testing the waters w this :3

more under the cut (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

since octopus!kolya is half human half octopus, I think he likes to go to the surface sometimes. everything down there must be boring to see all the time.

nikolai sometimes watches ships as they go, or wanders around the coasts and observes from a distance the fishermen who sit and share a beer as they try to catch a fish...

but one day he surfaces and finds a cute little human who's wandering the coasts alone, a perfect opportunity for him to stalk admire you.

whatever the reason was that you were walking around the coasts, it didn't matter, nikolai felt the need to approach you and learn more about you. you picked his interest. you were just so cute when tucking your hair behind your ear as the wind blew and when you bent over to grab a small shiny rock.

something inside him is begging to approach you, and he does.

"my, my! what do we have here? what's your name, little human?" nikolai asks, giving you a big toothy grin, showing his pointy teeth, "you know it's dangerous to go alone around the coasts... mostly because dangerous monsters of the sea could be hungry for... something."

the panicked expression on your face exited him, and before you could ran off nikolai's tentacles slid to reach for your ankle, easily dragging you closer and closer, under the waters.

your complaints fall on deaf ears, no one seems to be around to help you.

he's nice enough to help you float... pressing your body against his as his tentacles tease every inch of your skin they can reach, "I never felt a human so soft like you... guess is my lucky day!"

he giggles as his arms wrapped around your torso from behind, hands feeling the wet fabric of your shirt before sliding underneath it, going straight to squeeze your breasts.

"seems like I've found my mate..."

[binniesbooks]

HAH! YEA RIGHT!

Glistening---

[ohimsummer]

“one like = one kiss I give my bf” and for the rest of the day a bunch of @/gojo[randomnumbers] are spam liking the post HGJDKS

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ / blitz @ stolas!

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

Part of him had enjoyed the idea of Blitz coming to his aid, of his imp in shining armour swooping in to perform a daring rescue at the last minute. And even when Striker had tied him up in his cave, he didn't really take him seriously. After all, if Stella had hired him, how competent could he actually be? Plus, she wouldn't go so far as to hire someone to kill him; maybe rough him up a bit, but he was still Via's father. That meant something, even to Stella, didn't it?

It wasn't until Striker had stabbed him the first time that Stolas had actually started to believe that he might not live through the encounter. He had tried to fight back at that point, tried to petrify the cowboy, and when that didn't work, he'd tried to kick him away from him. But Stolas had never been a physical fighter. He had a very high pain tolerance, which had allowed him to keep his composure, going so far as to taunt his assailant…., but even that had only lasted so long.

The moment Striker turned his back on him, Stolas took a deep breath, trying to stay calm…., but that was the moment a single tear escaped his eyes, and he began to understand that he wasn't going to make it out of this cave. He wasn't going to get a chance to say goodbye to Via, to tell Blitz how he really felt…., nor any of the thousand other little things he'd be missing out on. Via graduating, growing up…..; he wouldn't be there.

Striker had beaten and stabbed him a few more times, and Stolas hadn't managed to keep from reacting any longer. But when he had the nerve to mention Octavia, it gave him another burst of bravado. Because it didn't matter what happened to him, but if he touched a feather on Octavia's head, there was nothing Stolas wouldn't do to destroy him.

It was then that he lost sense of his consciousness. Because the next thing he knew, he heard yelling and fighting from nearby. And for a moment, he was sure he was hallucinating; he thought he'd heard Blitz. But he wasn't here; he was off being a good dad, getting his daughter taken care of.

He saw someone standing over him, and he blinked a few times, until his eye finally focused……only to see that it was Blitz.

"Blitz….," he whispered, swallowing hard. "You shouldn't be here; he'll hurt you too." It didn't matter what happened to him, as long as the people he cared about were safe.

[tetta-kissaki]

Hii I just found your blog and I'm already liking a lot of posts cuz I like ur blog :3 I tried your quiz and I got Manjiro !

thank u!!! 🫶 ugh i love mikey lol

also i will take ideas for future quizzes lol 🤲

[distortedhumanoid]

aranea is not irredeemable and there's no proof she permadied

i was joking when i said she was irredeemable. i should’ve clarified. when i was in the homestuck fandom i found it incredibly annoying whenever people acted like aranea was pure evil and had no justification for her actions. i was an avid aranea defender and i fought many a battle on the side of aranea. have no fear, brave soldier of mine. the current popular interpretation of aranea bothers me as well—watering her down to being [the fandom’s] evil big-breasted wife which. i’m realizing could’ve easily been another interpretation of my silly little tag, had it been sincere in the first place, of course. i don’t blame you, the homestuck fandom has always been horribly misogynistic, hasn’t it? well, not that my current fandom is any better.

as for the permadeath thing, well. i always assumed that was implied when the Condesce took her life ring (whatever the hell it’s called, it’s been 4 years, sorry) effectively rendering her dead again, and sent her into the flames—which was the inspo for the art i made? i assumed the “JUST” was pretty damning but, hey, if there’s a possibility she could be alive, i would love it.

[writtcnbycassie]

HELP IDK WHY IT WENT TO PRIVATE SO HERE

[puppyluvfics]

User puppyluvfics this is my first ask and I'm crying I would love to see how you write smut for Jooyeon! I fell in love with some of your works and this is me nicely begging for dominant Jooyeon 😌😌😌

Hope you have a lovely day~

ohhh user joosbasschick... it is posted and it is... INSANE! but i loved writing this, thank u for requesting it!! i hope its everything u wanted and more >:3 🩵

[ddksoo]

I have a question!! how do you make your texts? ik you’ve said in the past that you send it to yourself and then delete the copy but how do you like change contacts n stuff? do you have like multiple contacts or do you edit it on?? like how do you make it look like you’re texting different people??

lol idk how to explain it better im sorry 😭

hi!! yes basically i just make a separate contact w my number and then change the contact name + photos whenever im writing for a different person!

it’s real easy but also a little restrictive since i can’t make group chats or anything :)

[chosocutegf]

Hello!! I am here with husband!Miguel requests!

How would he act towards the reader during different holidays like Valentine’s Day or Christmas? 🙈 What does he have planned?

I love this series! You’re doing amazing. 🩵

HIIII AND THANK YOUU, ur so precious ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

cw: suggestive

OKAY SOOOOO, the Miguel i’m imagining here is not the spider-man one probably (because at least he isn’t emotionally unavailable, sorry) and he would be simply a genetic engineer, working at Alchemax. He is pretty busy during the weeks, so he considers those festivities really important, and he makes sure to take days off so he can properly spend time with you.

For Christmas: he makes sure the tree is ready for the special day, presents are under it and the whole house screams ‘it’s Christmas!!’. He wants everything to be perfect for you, so if there is anything you want to do with him, he will probably do it. He also wants to spend time with your respective families, so he will organise dinners and lunches with them. On Christmas day, when it’s time to unwrap presents, he can’t hold back his laugh when he sees that you got you two matching pyjamas. (i’ll leave you check the photo, because it made me snort and I couldn’t help put it here, knowing that Miguel would demonstrate it what’s written on itshortly after)

For Valentine’s Day: he would be intense and passionate. Everyone knows that he is a big romantic, so he does all those predictable things. First thing first, you wake up with him waiting for you in the kitchen, a box of chocolate and a bouquet of your favourite flowers waiting for you too. He would use the excuse that it’s Valentine’s Day to keep you in bed and make love to you all day. However, for dinner he would take you out, not to a fancy restaurant, but to a little diner that’s special for you two. Maybe it’s because that’s where you met, or where he brought you for your first Valentine’s Day, and he wants to keep the tradition. He wants to show you how much he loves you and appreciates you, so he makes sure that at the end of the day, the only thing you can master to say is his name.

[gunsblazingg]

Why do you even want to plush of your old self?

Shrug. I have no idea.

[binniesbooks]

Ou ny godhs HEDIQNWIW

imagine him recording you while u suck the fck out of him (?|!|$]!$]]$¥_)

Shutthefuckuppooshshqjbssvjw I'm pushing back your requests and make an urgent one for this! 😭😭😭

[cosmictheo]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | feyd-rautha

( gif credits to @wondrousashes )

—summary: on a calm day back at your home, you shattered away the serenity as you decide to confront feyd about his alleged concubines and the little secrets he seemed so cautious to hide, pushing him further and further to the edge. —pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader —word count: 4k —warnings: arranged marriage, jealousy, a bit of implied smut (the actual smut is coming up in the next and last chapter !!!), mentions of sex, mentions of cannibalism, feyd being a slut for the reader (as he should), mentions of killing and death, hot and very passionate love confessions, definitely ooc!feyd.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)

The week at Giedi Prime went by so fast that you hardly noticed any of it. The first day had been a bit slow and tedious, but the ones that followed turned out to be more than agreeable and enjoyable, Feyd-Rautha had been very concerned about keeping you entertained and as comfortable as possible, showing you every corner of the palace and walking you around the city.

But for now, you were back at your home for the last visit you would have there before becoming a Harkonnen. Feyd was staying close to you through all the reunion, naturally, diplomatically greeting your family.

“You met his cannibal lovers yet?” Paul's voice echoed inside your head between Feyd's conversations with Duke Leto, your gaze drifting to your brother in absolute alarm, horrified at the question and relieved that, so far, the answer was negative.

“There are rumors that tell how his concubines feed on the hearts of his dead opponents.” Your brother propelled you with the oh-so-cute information about your future husband. “The bastard has not one, but three. I guess you'll have to battle it out with them for his love, that was Duncan said.”

“Stop it, don't be an idiot.” You snapped back at him, averting your gaze from him to Feyd-Rautha, who was conversing ever so formally with Lady Jessica now.

You couldn't imagine him eating of human flesh, nor fucking three different women at the same time. Although, rumors always started from something and during the few times you had been able to get inside Feyd's head, you hadn't seen anything that was remotely pretty or light.

Paul's words managed to resonate in your head, lingering between the walls with a sense of suspicion.

Maybe that was why he never showed you the intimacy of his chambers... because on his bed lay three women compliantly awaiting for his attention and lust.

For some reason, the false image of him fucking them, bodies intertwined and interlinked, voices whimpering and moaning, made you feel respulsive, your guts twisting like a serpent.

You didn't want to believe it was jealousy, but again, your mind never wanted you to believe anything at all.

The palace of the Atreides stood majestically between rocky mountains, with the golden sunlight falling beautifully on the grayish stone walls, bringing in a warm afternoon. Rising magnificently behind your back, standing like a rocky guardian.

Your gaze was on Feyd-Rautha as you walked together along the outskirts balconies of the castle, your greenish dress swaying in the sea breeze, as did your hair, which you wore unusually loose that day, the sweet smell of it had him crazy.

“Do you like it?” You asked him after a few moments of silence, with a hint of a smile that Feyd noticed as he turned to look at you, noticing as well how you waited expectantly for his opinion of your home, which he knew you always held close to your heart.

After a second, he nodded his head, looking at you intently. “I do.”

His blue eyes, which looked as clear as ever under the natural glow of the place followed you as you walked beside him, keeping himself close to you, he could feel the natural warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your scent.

It was the first time you saw his eyes showing their true color, for back in his home, they rarely reflected so much brightness and his orbs glowed so beautifully in the sunlight. They possessed the most beautiful shade of blue, reminding you of the ocean, of home.

“It's nothing like my home.” Feyd-Rautha added in a more amused, lighter tone of voice, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, lowering his gaze to the ground, noting how the grass softened each of his steps on it.

“Obviously. Caladan is everything that Giedi Prime and Arrakis are not.” You answered him, snorting the words out with a soft chuckle that was carried away by the wind, turning your head to look at him once you stopped at the edge of a greenish cliff after descending one of the many rocky staircases that rose up through the hills.

The sea stretched into the immensity of the horizon and the water was uncommonly calm, waves lapping the shore relentlessly. It was a calm and peaceful scene out there, quite the opposite of what you felt inside, as you felt a tempest of emotions raging in your soul.

“Have you been with someone else like this?”

There was another one of your little questions again.

And he pondered the answer, dragging his eyes as blue as the ocean itself in front of them, back to you.

But Feyd-Rautha was rather certain that you already knew the answer, that you already had it, you could tell by the way he looked at you and the way he addressed you. Because it was enough to be clear that he had never been this way with anyone before, he had never spoken to anyone like this and he had never been so pleased to be in someone's company, basically in his entire life.

“The only people I've ever had this close to me are my family or my enemies, neither of whom I think entertain my presence very much.” Was his reply, honest and respectful. His husky voice, in contrast to the graceful sea breeze was a pleasant and comforting noise to you.

His words were masked with a touch of amusement, as he used to do in the last days when he spoke to you, it seemed as if you brought back that inner child he had, a stranger who felt increasingly closer.

But even using that tone, his eyes told you that he was not lying, that he was giving you the pure truth.

Yet, somehow you were not satisfied with his response. And he knew it.

“Have you been with other women?”

Feyd drew in a breath, half-opening his lips, air hissing between his teeth.

“So I'm assuming you've heard about the rumors about me?”

And there he was, answering you with another question to challenge you back, to play with your head as he had grown to love to do during the short time you had been in each other's company. Your conversations always ended up being a game of back and forth, a game of a tension that would be cut with the least sharp blade.

“My future wife likes to guide what she believes by mere rumors?” He pressed further.

And as always, you exhaled the air held inside you, twisting your head slightly, looking at him with incredulous eyes. “These are not rumors, Feyd —I've seen it.”

His blue eyes narrowed as he walked closer to you, expression both intrigued and yet defiant. “What do you mean you've seen it? Don't play games with me now, woman.”

“Don't threaten me, man,” You squinted your eyes as you pronounced the word like poison, almost coming out like an insult. “I'm not afraid of you.” With your own response to his defiance, this immediately silenced him, stopping him in his tracks right in front of you, as you stepped closer to him, your presence growing menacing now. You were really upset. “Do you think that when I marry you I will allow you to go on screwing around with them?”

“You met them and they threatened you?” Feyd asked in a low tone, maintaining a calm demeanor, though he wanted to know if any of his concubines had dared to even glance at you during your stay at Giedi Prime. His orbs reflected a sensation that ranged to a murderous, bloodthirsty urge, not at you, but at anyone who was stupid enough to threaten you. “Tell me, did they say anything to you?”

You crooked your head very slightly, looking genuinely offended by his questioning.

“Do you think I would allow any of your concubines —anyone at all— to threaten me and go on with their lives?” You replied instantly, looking him up and holding his gaze, as brave as ever. You seemed to be the only one in the whole universe who dared to answer him and put him in his place. And he was loving it, he felt the desire to be broken by you, to let you destroy all his walls and reach his soul. “They'd already be dead if they did.”

An amused grimace twisted his lips, gaze darkening with pride, desire even, approving of your words, feeling suddenly small under the vastness of your aura, dark and menacing now.

“Don't worry about them.” His words sounded humorous this time, just as his fingers laced between yours, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, an attempt to reassure you. “Soon I'll be all yours, sweet girl.”

You frowned your brow slightly, as did your lips, still looking offended. He squinted his eyes, hissing as he realized he had said the wrong thing, yet again.

“I'm not sweet.” Your hand released his, your annoyance rising with the seconds. “I'm not one of your pets you can treat as sweet, Feyd-Rautha.”

He raised his brow, following you with his gaze, puzzled, as you turned around and began to walk back to the palace, turning your back on him and leaving him to talk alone.

“One of my pets?” He questioned, with that amused grimace plastered on his mouth again, as he began to follow your hurried footsteps, his pale face reflected a blend of frustration and irritation. “Do you think I would treat you like one of my pets?”

His voice sounded so husky and frustrated and delicious that you felt like just stopping and jumping on him right there. But your own self-respect and pride were more important, you wanted to believe.

Seeing that you weren't planning to stop, Feyd tried to stop you by grabbing your arm, but his hand remained over your smooth skin, with no major result in trying to calm you down, so he cleared his voice, making the attempt to be as cautious and reassuring with his words.

“I think you must understand that desire and lust is something we all possess, my lady, not just men.”

He was physically relieved when you stopped to be able to look at him, with his hand lingering on your forearm.

But your eyes were still dark with discomfort when they met his once again. “I won't be one of your girls, Feyd-Rautha.”

His lips parted, brow furrowing slightly, his voice kept low. “(Y/N)—”

He stood right there, utterly speechless, with his voice caught in his throat, watching you walk away from him, striding with steps that exuded pure anger up to your rocky palace. His hand dropped from your arm and returned to his side, now far from your warmth and heartbeat.

It took Feyd-Rautha a couple of minutes to pull himself together, sighing heavily, a small smirk curving his lips as he began to walk the path back to the Atreides' palace.

He was absolutely thrilled to discover this side of you that he hadn't previously seen. You were truly frightening and he was loving it.

By the time the moon was bright in the center of the dark sky, shining through the thickness of black, a pair of soft knocks sounded against your chamber door and you didn't have to use any hint of your skills to know who it was.

He looked at you with those now dark blue eyes from across the threshold, arm resting lightly against the grayish stone. He looked strangely troubled, look shadowed.

“Have you always been such a perfect seductress?”Feyd asked you just as you made a questioning gesture with your head. “How many men have you seduced like this?”

You looked him up with doubting eyes, frown slightly furrowed. “What are you talking about—”

He interrupted you in a scratchy voice, fearing somehow, that someone else might hear him, that someone else might witness how desperately vulnerable he was being, for you.

“You've broken me. All I can think about is you.”

Feyd took one step forward and you one step back, so you two moved as if you were in a kind of dance until he eventually entered your chambers, pulling the door shut behind him.

“I can't handle not touching you. It's a rule I'm on the brink of breaking for you.” He whispered and your breath caught in your throat, exhaling air in a stuttering gasp. “And I should— I'm expected to be a gentleman. I'm supposed to behave myself, keep my composure. But you… you are driving me crazy, woman, you play with my head, you've bewitched me.”

You could really see that he was trying to explain himself for you, attempting to articulate everything that was going through his head and you knew that it was very unusual for him to speak out loud about his feelings. And now, you were the one who couldn't say anything at all.

It was true, the most important rule your mother had emphasized to you was that you were not to get involved sexually, or in any way with your betrothed, until the very day of the actual wedding, as that particular night was meant to be consumed.

“Y—you shouldn't be here, my lord.” You managed to utter out after a few hesitant stutters, feeling your back brush against the wall and having him in front of you, trapping you against his body. He seemed to be struggling against his body, against his desire and instinct, hesitant hands twitching at his sides, nearly reaching out instinctively for your body.

“You were so bold back there talking back to me, what happened now? Aw, what happened, pretty?” He asked in a more teasing tone of voice, holding your gaze. “We could put that mouth of yours to good use then, hm?”

“My lord—”

“Call me by name.” He demanded, he begged you, whispering.

“Feyd...” You named him so obediently that it made him smile darkly to himself. “Someone might listen.”

“Are you afraid that someone will find out that two people who are getting married desired each other?” Feyd asked, half-closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose, as if trying to compose himself, trying to convince himself more than you. “There is nothing wrong for a husband to crave for his wife, right?”

You gulped, and his eyes instantly landed on your throat, watching as bone and muscle moved beneath the flesh, his tongue twitched, aching with all his will to be able to just lick the skin of your neck.

“I guess not.” Your voice trembled even when you were trying extra hard to sound confident and certain. “But we are not yet husband and wife.”

“Soon...” Feyd muttered, almost as if he was making a promise, uttering a vow.

His eyes closed as he finally rested his forehead against yours and suddenly, you were breathing from the same air. His trembling breath was warm against your lips and his scent was everything you could have ever craved... and it felt so familiar that your soul seemed to shudder, like something you had smelled all your life, something that had haunted you even in dreams, forever present but yet always so far distant.

“Can I touch you?” Feyd breathed out against your mouth after a few moments.

You didn't answer him verbally, instead you slowly took his hands between yours, fingers placing them in parallel against his, allowing you to feel every inch of the imprint drawn on his fingertips as you dragged yours across his palm, both feeling the size difference.

Then, you rested his big, calloused hands on your waist, allowing him to touch and hold you as much as he wanted and to permit him to do so, a single sight on your eyes was all it took.

He hissed as his hands molded the curve of your waist and instantly afterward drew you into his body, pulling you fully against the wall behind you. Your back arched instinctively and you gasped too, so softly, your chest pressed against his with the motion.

“Touch me.” Feyd-Rautha pleaded, he had never pleaded so... desperately for anything ever in his life.

That was your allowance for your hands reaching for his body, out of control, one making a slow path up through his strong arms while the other rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palm, beating echoing your own. Your fingertips gently patted his muscles, recognizing his skin and his body. You got the abrupt urge to claim it as yours. To claim him.

You felt yourself blushing at all the overly imaginative and lustful images of him invading your head.

His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling it affectionately, still without opening his eyes, as if he were in some kind of dream from which he didn't want to wake up. His fingers caressed your belly, tracing a slow caress across your entire abdomen upward, while his other hand gripped your waist, holding you against him.

His touch triggered an immediate reaction across your flesh, skin shivering under his fingers.

Feyd whispered your name like a prayer, like a thirsty man, crawling and screaming for water.

“I'm trying to be good...”

“Don't be.” You whispered back, almost begging, looking up at him, gaze meeting his once he opened his eyes. “Please, Feyd—”

Then finally his lips landed on yours, initiating a kiss that you both craved so much, maybe he more than you for the way he brought you close to him, almost possessively, like a mad man, almost as if he was imprinting his mark on you, marking you for whoever had the courage to look at you.

He let himself sink in the way your lips fit against yours, in the warmth your body offered him, in the all too familiar sensation he could sense in every single fiber of his core from the kiss, your kiss.

Feyd-Rautha felt like a roaring beast just unleashed, ruthless and insatiable, just like when he walked into the arena, eager to kill, rooting against his opponents —and now he was rooting for you, to be near you, to intertwine his soul with yours, to claim you as his own.

And claiming you he was, his scent covered you all over now, making you feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, throbbing crotch, blood seething like an infernal flare. Anyone who came near you would not only smell you, but him too, on every inch of your body. His hands roamed just under your breasts, rubbing across your ribcage and sliding down your back, fingers just barely grazing your ass, pressing you tightly against him in desperation, grasping and squeezing as much of your tender flesh as they could.

Your own palms roamed up his chest, caressing his broad shoulders, all the way up to his neck, tugging him closer to you in desperate motions, impossibly close.

When your bodies begged for oxygen, you broke the passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless. He kissed you once more, allowing you to breathe just for a few seconds before all you breathed was him. He wanted to become your oxygen, something indispensable to you, something you needed to live with, a necessity.

“You're the only one.” Feyd-Rautha mumbled out as his hot and soft lips trailed down a wet path all the way to your neck, tracing the line of your jaw with sloppy kisses, each time his lips pulled back from your skin a wet noise echoed and filled the room, making you gasp.

You could feel the way his lips were modulating each word against your skin, as if using a language so intimate and so tight that it took your breath away. A language known and used just between the two of you.

With desirous eyes he looked at the dark crimson mark he'd left on your throat before raising them across your flushed face, his hands cradling your jaw, thumbs caressing your skin tenderly.

“When my uncle gave me the announcement that I was to marry you, I kicked them all out.” He continued to explain, pecking your lips a couple of times before kissing each cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, every single feature of your entire face, with the utmost care and adoration.

No one had ever looked at you the way he was looking at you right now.

Feyd rasped out a small chuckle, breath warm tickling against your nose. “And by kicking them out I mean I killed them.”

His comment didn't surprise you at all, in fact, it didn't even provoke a reaction in you. During the week you had been in his company, you had already gotten used to Feyd-Rautha's -almost cruel- honesty and sassy remarks, you were just starting to get used to his very eccentric and unique attitude. Because the na-Baron's personality was something that was most captivating to you, he was so different yet so similar to you.

“Of course.” You replied, trying to hold back that dark grin on your lips, an action that caused him to kiss you once more, his attention was on your mouth the whole time as you spoke to him in that tone of voice. “I would expect nothing less from the Feyd-Rautha and for my future husband.”

Again he rested his forehead against yours and you were the one who kissed his lips this time. It had become a reassuring habit in a span of less than five minutes for both of you.

“I can't do anything to you until we get married, my uncle would find out otherwise. I have —we have— to behave, my love.”

He seemed to read your mind this time, or maybe it was the way you were looking at him, biting your lower lip gently, eyes darkened with desire, silently begging him to just take you right there against the wall when he called like that.

Perhaps Feyd-Rautha was a hopeless romantic just like you or he simply desired you in ways that went beyond mere sex or plain lust.

“Are you afraid of him?” You softly asked him, your fingers stroking the back of his neck, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Your fingertips followed the trail of one of his veins marked on his neck, making him gasp lightly.

“Have you seen him?” Feyd responded with another question, a curved little smile on his lips, his tone of voice directed pure sarcasm. “I don't think I'm in such a position as to challenge the Baron.”

You nodded your head, fingers stroking his cheekbones now, tapping the moles that spread across his face affectionately. “He's terrifying.”

Your heart seemed to melt as you watched him close his eyes and lean against your hand, kissing the palm in action.

“Mhm...” Feyd hummed, watching you attentively, as if he was memorizing every inch of your face. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of amusement.

“Were you seriously jealous of my darlings?”

Your heart seemed to drop to your stomach and burn with your guts as you heard the nickname fall from his mouth.

“Call them that again and I'll cut your throat.” You murmured against his lips, kissing them slowly before pulling away from his body, looking up at him with dark, yet playful eyes, your hand roaming across his chest until it fell to your side as you stepped away. Then you made your way towards your bed with a very slow pace, under the attentive gaze of his azure eyes following every movement of your hips.

His heart —apparently non-existent until then— was pounding like crazy inside his chest as his lips parted, for once again you had left him speechless.

That was living proof that you were simply made for him. And he for you.

And maybe that just meant you were each other's weakness, people would say so.

But he felt just invincible in your presence, as if your company made him behold the whole universe, gave him the power of the all galaxy at hand, making him feel like the only man in existence. Your man.

Feyd-Rautha had never felt so desperate to make you his wife and finally call you his.

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@madefate asked: i promised via i wouldn't leave you here. / loona @ stolas!

"I'm fine; just go on without me!" prompts // accepting

"And if you get hurt, Blitz will never forgive me," he shot back, still struggling to get out of the fucking Blessed rope wrapped around his wrists and ankles. It kept him from using any of his powers, which was why he was in this mess in the first place. He should have known better, shouldn't have let his guard down, even for a second. Because now they were in this mess, and it was all-too-familiar. Only this time, he wasn't alone.

He wasn't about to give up, not yet, not when he still had a fighting chance. Via still needed him, and he was not going to leave her in the custody of her mother, not after everything that had happened.

"Help me get these ropes off," he said, holding up his wrists. If they could get these off of him, he could get them both out of there in the blink of an eye.