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bookworm ~ alejandro balde
summary: alejandroâs girlfriend being the biggest reader ever and him just loving to listen to her talk about books.
alejandro wasnât surprised to see y/n reading her book when he walked into her bedroom on a saturday evening. he knew how much she loved reading books and the huge bookcase in the corner of her room was proof enough.
a smile made its way onto his face when he shut the door but she didnât seem to react in any way. she was so immersed into the words on her page that she didnât even acknowledge her boyfriend walking over to where she was sat on her bed.
when he jumped down next to her, she was forced to look away and she threw him a smile in greeting. alejandroâs arm slipped onto her waist as he brought her body closer to his but she didnât let go of her paperback.
her finger kept it open on her page and alejandro sneaked a peek at the cover. he noticed it was a different book from what she was reading just two days ago.
âes un libro nuevo.â (thatâs a new book) he pointed out as he nodded his head towards the cover.
y/n nodded with a smile, not surprised that he noticed so soon, âsĂ, lo recibĂ ayer.â (i got it yesterday)
âÂżya terminaste la otra?â (did you finish the other one already?) he was shocked but not surprised; heâd seen her finish a book in a day.
âsĂ, ale.â
âeso fue rĂĄpido.â (that was fast) he commented with a chuckle. the arm that was wrapped around her tightened as he brought her closer to him and hitched his leg up on her bed to be a bit more comfortable.
âÂżte gusta este libro?â (do you like this book?) his eyes were focused on the cover and the intense colouring of it. he thought it looked quite interesting and bold.
a bright smile landed on y/nâs lips, one that didnât go past her boyfriend. she nodded slightly shyly, before starting to explain some of what sheâs read so far.
alejandro, as usual, nodded along. his eyes stayed focused on her face, watching intently as she talked, maybe rambled on, about her thoughts and theories on some of the different characters.
he couldnât deny how attractive he found it, the way she talked so passionately about her book, how engaged she was with the fictional world she was reading about, the smile on her face as she worded her thoughts. he didnât want to admit that the way she spoke about her books made him want to read them too.
he also loved how innocent and angelic she seemed when she read. the way her eyes danced accross the page of her book, lips either forming the words or caught between her teeth, and he especially loved the way she got shy when he asked her what she was reading about.
y/n adored the way her boyfriend engaged with her. she loved it when he asked her about her books, asked her to read something out for him, went to some bookstores with her and even offered to pay for her heaving pile of chosen books no matter how many times she refused him.
he was the only one in her life who enjoyed listening to her, the only one who understood her, didnât find her annoying or obsessive and she was forever thankful for him.
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Sur...prise? | Alejandro Balde X Reader
summary: alejandro tried to do a surprise to you, but... well.
warnings: fem!reader, attempt to make it funny, reader described to be overworked (not too explicitly), fluff.
author's note: this was a request but my app excluded all of a sudden đ anyways, really liked that request and i made it a little more longer than i wanted (still good i swear) hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes <3 (requests open)
it was almost midnight, you were still studying on your dorm for your next exams, almost sleeping on your books, when you heard a knock on the door. confused and exhausted, you got up to see who was there at such a time. when you opened the door, you could see alejandro smiling, while carrying some bags with him, your eyes widened.
"ale, what the hell are you doing here?!" you said whispering. you knew the rules of the dorm very well. no one from the men's dorms could go to the women's dorms after ten o'clock.
alejandro grinned, entering your room. "i was bored, so i was thinking 'why not go visit mi princesa preciosa?' and here i am!" he said proudly, putting the bags on your desk.
you sighed closing the door, approaching him quickly. "you know the rules here and how much this is dangerous! are you crazy?" you whispered, touching his chest. ale looked down, smirking. "maybe i am, but it was worth the risk," he whispered, giving a little peck at your lips, making you blush.
ale smiled, taking your hand. "come on, i bought you presents, dont be mad at me" he pouted giving you puppy eyes, you shook your head in disbelief. ale pulled you closer, hugging you.
"okay, I'm sorry, that must be some stress because of the finals." you sighed, hugging him back tightly. he stroked your hair, nodding.
"I know that, that's why I'm here." you looked at him confused as he goes to grab the bags again, handing them to you. "open up!" opening the bags, you saw a stuffed animal, and the other, some chocolates.
"I know how stressed you get with these things and overwork yourself, and i cant be by your side all the time, so I bought that bear so you could use some company, he's even using my perfume!" he pointed, looking happy. "and the chocolates... well, you love chocolate."
you smiled, looking at him happily. "you're literally the best boyfriend ever!" he chuckled as you started to kiss all his face, hugging him like a koala. "wow, you really do love me, hm?" you nodded, feeling his arms around you.
"uhm... we just have one problem..." ale hid his face on the crook of your neck. you murmured telling him to continue. "i can't get back to my dorm right now, you know? and im really tired right now... and you need to rest a little, dont you think?"
you tried to say something to complain, but knew he was right, it was almost impossible to leave the building while the guards were everywhere, and wouldn't be a bad idea to sleep together after so much time studying. you nodded, leading him to your bed. "just this time, you troublemaker, don't get used to it." he laid beside you, babbling something you didn't really paid attention, too focused turning the lights on your side off.
you turned to face him, smiling at his sleepy face. "good night, amor" he kissed your nose, hugging you by the waist, resting his head on the top of yours. "good night, preciosa."
8:00am. you heard someone knocking on your door again, you tried to get up, but alejandro was hugging you tight, it made you smile. when you were about to get back to sleep, you heard someone outside.
"y/n!!! you promised to us that we would study together this morning! open up, girl!" your eyes widened realizing it was your friends, you whispered a 'holy shit' when you glanced back to ale, who was still sleeping peacefully by your side.
"u-uhm... one second!!! im... im in the bathroom!" you said back, trying to wake alejandro up. "please, wake up amor" you begged, and finally he opened his eyes, stretching himself and smiling tired. "good morn-"
"no time for it!! hide in the bathroom, right now" you whisper shouting to him, amost pushing him inside there. he looked so confused that made you feel bad, you murmured 'sorry' for him all the time while he just chuckled. "I'll explain later, just don't make any sound until i open the door again." he nodded, and you headed to the girls, still knocking on the door.
"why did you take so long?" "sorry, i was going to take a shower, and then you two appeared." you smiled awkwardly, trying to hide your nervousness. you took a little look até the gifts of the last night, at the same time your friends did. oh no.
"OMG! who gave you this?! this is so cute!!!" they screamed in awe, looking at the heart shaped box with chocolates.
"i-i.... uhm, someone not really important! just a... guy i know..." you grabbed the bear and the box quickly, putting them behind you. "ooh, come on! tell the truth."
"i-it was a guy i met sometime ago... i like h-him, you know?" you said shyly, feeling your cheeks burning, the two girls continued to say how cute and romantic that was. you interrupted them to make some bad excuse to cancel your plans, and they left.
you sighed in relief, hearing the bathroom door crack. "so... you like me?" alejandro hugged you from behind, kissing your red cheek. you laughed, pulling him off. "shut up!"
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Can you do balde fluff like maybe Barca won la liga or something. Anything is fine honestly :) . Have a good day/night :))
Yessssđ«¶đŒ, sorry this is so late, Iâve been caught up with work and studies so I havenât had much time. But this sounds so cute so I hope you like how I interpreted it.
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âBalde! Balde! Balde!â The crowd was screaming.
Me and Alejandro have been dating for about 8 months now, our 8 months is this weekend. I had finally finished my studies for this year of uni so I decided to spend my first day off watching my boyfriendâs la liga game. I know this might sound bad and make me seem like an awful girlfriend but Iâve never actually attended any of his games. I of course watched them over my phone when I could but Iâve been so busy with uni and exams that I hadnât gotten the chance to come to one in person. So far itâs been quite the experience.
When I first got here I got lost, then I finally found some of the wags. When it was half time I went and got food which I ended up spilling all over my nice pants but other than that the game has been great. Right now the rival team and barca were tied and we were going overtime. Alejandro had the ball right now.
âBALDE!â Everyone kept screaming.
âAND THATS A GOAL FROM BALDE!â The announcer yelled.
I couldnât believe it. I stood up and cheered. He dedicated his goal to me by running to the nearest camera and blowing a kiss at it. Nobody knew he was dating anyone, we chose to keep our relationship private for privacy sake. Also because I suffer from extreme anxiety and insecurities that he didnât want being enhanced by any rude âfansâ and I was so grateful for that.
We won 3-2. I was so happy. I hugged mikky who was right next to me.
âLook at my boyfriend go!â I yelled.
She laughed and hugged me back.
âI remember when me and frenkie were you and Alejandroâs age you guys are the cutest.â She told me which caused me to smile even wider.
Me and the other wags headed on the the field to celebrate with the boys.
The second Alejandro saw me he ran to me and picked me up into a hug.
I hugged him so tight he had to pay my back to remind me he still had to breath.
âYou did so good mi vida.â I said to him before giving me a passionate kiss.
âThank you mi amor. I dedicated that goal to you.â He said with a huge smile on his face.
âI know and Iâm so incredibly proud of you. YOU GUYS WON.â I said hugging him once more.
He put me down and grabbed my hand.
âCan I please show you off to the world now, youâre my lucky charm.â He said with a smile.
I hesitated at first but gave in.
He took a picture of him kissing my cheek, I found it so cute.
âEveryoneâs going to love you.â He told me giving me one more kiss before posting the picture.
I pulled out my phone and posted a congratulations posts for him and the team.
I was so proud of him, I knew he was great but seeing him score made it even more true.
âHow about we go get some food, your favorite food at that as a congratulations.â I said with a smile.
âIâd love that.â
So after him and his team were done celebrating thatâs exactly what we did.
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A quick, silly short comic of @deathbyday's daisuke fic because I had a vision LMAO
Read left to right!
#mouthwashing brainrot is strong#this fic is so good so far can't wait for moreee#bald y/n fr#i apologize for my atrocious handwriting#my art#fan art#mouthwashing#daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing fanart#mouthwashing fanfic#mouthwashing x reader#daisuke x reader#mouthwashing fandom#fanart#comic#mouthwashing game#swansea#swanse mouthwashing
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Atonement: Feyd-Rautha x Reader
A/N: fic i wrote with @triluvial 's lovely idea
tw: 18+, smut but pretty soft, oral (f recieving), so so so so much angst, fluff after tho dw, swearing, hints of sa and pedophilia from the baron, baron is also creepy to reader but not explicitly, u gotta bear with my yapping in the beginning but it gets good i promise, inkpie
wc: 3.9k
headcanons for this universe
When you married Feyd-Rautha, you were warned of many things. His cruelty, both in and out of the bedroom, his bloodlust, his uncontrollable rage, his violence, his complete and utter lack of mercy. They told you he was psychotic, he was a cold blooded murderer, he was insatiable and that youâd be lucky to last a year with him, and yet, they never cautioned you of his sheer, unerring indifference.
Before your marriage, you fancied that heâd be like fire; raging, searing to touch. You went as far as to wish to tame his inferno. Late at night, when you could not sleep and doubt wreathed your thoughts, you also considered that heâd be like ice, like the colour of his piercing eyes, glacial and cold, devoid of anything soft or sweet.
As a child, you saw him fight in the arena. There he blazed with passion, his victorâs smile a cruel curve upon his face, his knife blade stained dark with fresh blood: he was mesmerising. At that time you were beginning to understand that your future had been sold to this violent man, and you resented your parents for it - now you realise that it went deeper than that, that it was rooted in generations of religion, of whisperings of the Bene Gesserit. Still, even then, you found the way he burned intriguing, and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
But you were wrong. He turned out to be neither fire nor ice, just stingingly, dismissively apathetic. His eyes slide right over you when he happens to pass you in the corridors, as if youâre lower than a servant, lower than the rare rats that survive Giedi Primeâs conditions. You suspected your marriage would be painful, wedded to a man such as he was, but you didnât think it would be this damn lonely.
You wished he hated you.
That way, at least youâd mean something to your husband. At least then vehement, savage emotion would rise within his gaze whenever he looked at you, not that horrible, polarising blankness. You wish you disgusted him, because then heâd at least heâd speak his mind - you had learnt that he spoke with brutal honesty, uncaring of the consequences.
Maybe to him, thatâs all you are. A consequence of being high born, of being the na-Baron. You mean nothing to him, and he treats you as such; to him, you are less than the speck of dust on the floor, less than a grain of sand in his beloved arena.
Itâs not that you wish for him to dote on you, nor love you or devote himself to you. You just wish he would look you in the eye and feel something; youâd rather him stare at you in revulsion and call you names that you canât even think up yourself than the dead, lifeless detachment that clouds his face when he sees you in your shared chambers.
Feyd-Rautha has never laid a hand on you in violence; in fact he rarely touches you at all. The last, and only time he kissed you was during the wedding day, and he makes no moves to be in bodily contact with you any more than he has to be. You are obliged to produce an heir from him, yet even in these infrequent encounters it seems as if it is a chore for him - he takes no pleasure in your body nor does he try to pleasure you, and he makes no sound when he takes you, staying as long as it takes for his seed to fill your womb before leaving without a word. On those nights, your thighs tremble as you stumble to the bathroom, only allowing your tears to fall once the shower water is searing on your skin.
During the first month of your marriage, you did everything in your power to please him. You thought maybe you werenât pretty enough for him, maybe you were not desirable as a wife, so you always smiled at him, made an effort to fill the silence that pervaded the air around him, bringing up topics you knew he would enjoy, like the arena, like his love for knives and duels. To even that he would not reply, rebutting your questions with monosyllables or simply ignoring you. You stopped once he began to leave the room while you were mid sentence.
It is now your fourth month locked in this marriage with an uncaring man, and all you feel is bleak, crushing resignation. Somehow, Feyd-Rautha seems to take more interest in conversing with his brother than you.
You wonder if he has forgotten your name. He addresses you simply as âwifeâ - that, and nothing more, the title leaving his lips like an accusatory curse, reminding you that if you did not serve a purpose to him, and if decorum did not restrain him, heâd have disposed of you by now, either by slitting your throat or simply abandoning you outside the palace grounds, not even bothering to end you himself.
The palace in question is lonely, but you feel the loneliest when you lay awake at night, shivering on your side of the bed as Feyd-Rautha slumbers to your right. Tears always prick your eyes during those moments, but you stifle them, afraid that youâll rouse him with your crying; you do not know what youâve done to garner his mistrust, but many times youâve glimpsed the knife he keeps beneath his pillow, the cold blade glinting in the moonlight.
Often you wonder if he has a secret lover, and that is why he does not bother with you. You wake up sometimes and he is gone, but soon you realised that he would visit his concubines, especially after he had bred you. You would finish your shower, unable to wash off the feel that you were dirty, you were just an animal, a mindless thing to produce an heir for him, and he would be lounging in the antechambers of your quarters, ignoring your presence with the three harpies wrapped around him, whispering in his ears and caressing his moonlight skin. They accompanied him everywhere he wished, even in public, and to begin with, you felt humiliated that he would so explicitly show that you were not to his satisfaction.
Now, it just makes the solitude even worse.
You find solace in no one. More than once, you have walked in on the servants laughing behind your back, and as it became evident your husband was uninterested in you, they did not hide their mocking. The Baronâs other nephew you hardly saw, and the Baron himself terrified you: there was something in the way that he stared at you, his beady eyes glittering from where they were set deep within his putrid flesh, that made you feel more soiled than even after Feyd-Rautha took you.
So you remain isolated, speaking only when spoken to, drifting through the palaceâs wide, dark hallways like a ghoul, a mourning spectre. You can barely remember your life before, just wisps and fleeting flashes of colour that ridicule rather than comfort you.
To Feyd, it is obvious who you are. A spy, commanded by his uncle to report every single one of his doings to you; he cannot slip up once around you, cannot reveal his weaknesses, that he is desperate to be loved, to be seen as someone whose only use is not war. He sees the way his uncle looks at you, hungry for information you do not have because he does not impart it, the way the Baron comments on you and the way you flinch at his words, pretending that you do not report to him.
Feyd is determined in his resolve to give nothing away. His uncle has held power over him since he was young, he refuses to give him even an inch over him now. He still has nightmares of it, which he wakes up from with his pale skin sheened in clammy sweat, clammy like the hands of his uncle.
Sometimes, he sees the tears in your eyes after he fucks you. The first time, he almost stopped, almost asked you where it hurt, but you turned away before he could, acting, always acting; acting when you smile graciously at him, acting when you ask him what his favourite type of blade is, what his favourite form of swordsmanship is. You are good at pretending, but of course you are - his uncle is the Baron, a man who bathes in power. No doubt he would get only the best of spies.
Tonight, you are not where you normally are. At this hour, you are usually asleep, or feigning it in the very least, curled up small on your side of the mattress, yet the bed is still made, the sheets unrumpled and smoothed down as they were this morning. Feyd thinks that maybe he might catch you reporting to his uncle, so he strides out of your shared chambers, pausing in the doorway to listen carefully; as a boy, he hunted in forests that have now been chopped down and industrialised, but he has maintained his keen ears long after the last wild plant on Giedi Primeâs surface choked on the fumes of pollution.
Thereâs a soft noise, barely perceptible, that echoes down the corridor to his right. Silently, he tracks it down the labyrinthine passages of the palace, servants scurrying out of his warpath, bowing their heads to him - he wonders if they too report to his uncle, if they travel now to his quarters to inform him of his beloved nephewâs whereabouts.
Feyd wishes he and Rabban were brothers first before rivals. Then he could have someone to rely on, someone who he trusted in this palace built on lies.
Pausing, Feyd cocks his head. You huddle in a crumpled heap at the end of the corridor, your knees hugged tightly to your chest, head low as if under a crushing weight. It occurs to him that maybe the Baron was displeased with your efforts to gain information and made it known to you - a pang of pity tugs at him, for he knows what his uncleâs wrath is like. At least you have been spared from the sole thing worse than that - the Baronâs thirst.
âWhat are you doing, wife?â
Your head snaps up, Feyd-Rauthaâs unfeeling voice kindling a rare burst of temper from you. Is it not evident to him what you are doing? Or is he just too blind to see the tears streaking down your cheeks? Your words are injected with venom when you speak, and you hope that it stings him for leaving you alone in this cold, dark place.
âSo now I am of concern to you?â
Feyd is taken aback by the indignant arch of your brows, the resentment displayed in your eyes. It takes him a moment to register the harshness lacing your voice - you have never addressed him in this way - and another to digest your words. Thereâs a bleakness in your wet, tear stained face as you stare up at him, and shock too, as if you did not expect yourself to speak against him this way.
Something clicks into place.
Feyd recognises that look in your eyes. He recognises it, because heâs seen it in the mirror a hundred times before; haunted, harrowed, lonely. He remembers nights when he trembled beneath the cold sheets of his bed, when he was small enough that he felt like he was drowning in the black satin, his eyes wide as the fabric seemed to wend around his limbs, tying him there as he lay fearful of everyone, fearful that his uncle would summon him. Even young, he was so terribly aware of not knowing who he could trust and who would turn to the Baron, bearing information like knives to split open his childish skin and spill his guts on the freezing stone floor.
It broke him. He is barely a shell of a sentient being, repressed emotions wreathing like ghosts around his frame, his eyes hollow, his heart decaying. In his fear, he was blinded, and he pushed you to the place where he had been all those years ago, so terribly, terribly alone - you are stronger than him, for lasting this long.
Sharp, plunging, dread sinks in his stomach, weighs down his soul; he has done unspeakable things to you, treated you like a dog, like a whore - worse. How can you look at him without hatred in your eyes, spite?
Bile rises in his throat, his heart seized by a dark, burning anger. He has done this to you, he has slashed your skin and left you bleeding, and yet all you did was try to please him. In an effort to save himself, he trampled you under foot; in order to keep you out, he left you surrounded by shadows. Feyd has never hated himself so much, has never despised who he has become with this much furor.
Slowly, he crouches before you. Eyes wide, you shrink away, misreading the direction of his rage, flinching when he reaches out a hand. Pressing your back against the wall behind you, you turn your head away from him, fear causing tears to spill down your cheeks: he sees the way you will the stone to swallow you up, knows the feeling.
âPlease donât hurt me,â you choke out, hands trembling uncontrollably.
Something deep within Feydâs soul withers and dies at your words. Forcing his jaw to unclench, his hands to release the fists they held, he shoves down his anger. The fury is for later, for when he has made things right - for now it is you that is his priority. Too late, a voice whispers in his ears, too late, too late, too late -
Gods, he deserves to burn at the fucking stake for this. He deserves eternal hell for this, he deserves worse. He is a fool: a blind, blundering fool, stuffed to the brim with paranoia and cynicism.
He sucks in a breath. âI will not hurt you. You have my word, whatever it is worth to you. I - I have made an irredeemable mistake, I - â
After his first sentence, you have not heard him. Tears of relief soak your face, and you whisper needless apologies for them; it is an arrow through his heart that you fear him so - yet the pain is where it is due, justifiable for the way he has shamed you, belittled you.
âMay I - may I touch you, my wife?â
You do not know why you nod in reply of your husbandâs strange request, but the moment you do, strong arms pull you into a solid chest, and a sob leaves you - he is so warm, warm enough to banish the seeping cold embedded in your bones, warm enough to let your sorrow flow anew, soaking his shirt as your hands bunch in its fabric, so that if he is cruel enough to leave you here, at least he will have to fight to do so. You have not been held in a long time.
Each of your shuddering sobs is a knife blade twisting in Feydâs spirit. He lets the pain wash over him, clings to the way you burrow into his arms, a kind creature in the embrace of a monster. At one point, in the throes of your crying, you beat at his chest, telling him that you hate him, and he takes it with a bowed head, stroking your hair and holding you tighter once you exhaust yourself; this is only a fraction of his atonement.
You fall asleep in his arms. He carries you back to your quarters, and only once the door is closed behind him does he let his tears mingle with yours. Keeping you cradled to his chest like a child, he pours a glass of water for you to drink in the morning, knowing you will be dehydrated; he sets it on your bedside table before laying you down on the mattress.
You donât let go of him, even in your sleep. His heart clenches, tight in his chest, and he drops a kiss in your hair before lying down beside you.
He believes he will love you, if you will let him.
Consciousness leaks slowly into your mind, and you blink, squinting through the beam of light that filters in through the curtains. From your months spent here, youâve realised that Giedi Primeâs atmosphere is normally churned up with violent storms and choked with pollution, so this ray of sun that falls against your pillow, warming your face is far from unwanted - nor is the pale forearm tucked around your waist, firmly so, but not trapping you either.
Your husbandâs chest fits snugly against your back, his breath warm and steady against your skin; his fingers splay out across your stomach, gentle, communicating so many things that were left unsaid. Vaguely, you remember falling asleep, nestled against his chest, tears drying on your cheeks.
When you roll over, youâre unsurprised that heâs already awake. With blue eyes softened by the sunlight, he regards you, fingers settled at the small of your waist. Something clouds his gaze, and he shifts, propping himself up on his elbows.
âI owe you an explanation.â
You wait silently, unperturbed by the way he clenches his jaw. He vowed to you last night that he would not hurt you, and you trust that. Wordlessly, his lips open, then close, and you patiently watch him, far too well acquainted with how this man struggles to let down his guard - even now, you cannot read the twisting of his features, the way his eyes squint as he looks at you.
âI - I thought you were a spy sent by my uncle,â he finally confesses. âMy uncle⊠when I was younger, he,â
Reaching out, you cup his jaw in your hand, running your thumb along his cheekbone until he relaxes. You see the battle in his eyes, to let go, to tell you the knowledge that he thinks you deserve, but you see with it the years of hurt, of solitude. Something hopeful, something beautiful blossoms within you - the realisation that this wounded beast before you is someone that you could grow to love; you want him to bare his scars to you, those that are long healed and those that still seep with blood.
âAll in good time, Feyd,â you assure him quietly.
He sighs, touches his lips against your palm. âI am sorry, my wife.â
Slipping your hand down to grip his shoulder, you lean closer towards him so you can kiss him. An anguished sound leaves him, and you see clearly how he realises that he has wronged you, how it pains him, and yet how the taste of you awakens something tender within him - you marvel at it, that it has survived, buried within him for so long. Perhaps he will let you love him.
Feyd is neither forward nor insatiable in the way he kisses you. In fact, he pulls away first, moving to get up from the bed despite the way your hands grip his shoulders, and you almost doubt that he wants you before you glimpse the longing in his eyes that lingers before he pushes it down. You wonder if this man knows how to make love or if he just knows how to fuck, you wonder if he feels the same molten feeling in his stomach that you feel and that is why his movements are tinged with nerves as he gently escapes your grasp. It is clear to you: he does not want to scare you.
âMust you go?â You ask, tugging at his fingers.
He tilts his head. âI donât know if you want me here, after what I have inflicted upon you.â
A streak of bravery takes ahold of you. âPlease, Feyd, I want you.â
You delight at the fire that ignites in his eyes upon your words. He wastes no time in returning to your side, dropping a sweet tasting kiss to your lips before taking your chin in his hand, eyes searching yours as he sits between your thighs.
âTell me if you want to stop,â he says. âYes?â
âYes,â you echo, blood heating your cheeks.
Feyd kisses you again, giving you time to rescind your reply if you want, but you just tug at the hem of his shirt, drinking in his sculpted chest when he pulls the black cloth over his head. Delicately, he trails his lips down your skin as he undresses you, his broad hands warm where they encircle your waist, holding you flush to him as his calloused palms explore your body, skimming over your spine and caressing your breasts before settling on your thighs and pulling them open.
Youâre terribly aware of how wet you are when his eyes settle on your pussy. Instinctively, your knees tip inwards, your face growing hot at the hunger in his gaze, but his broad shoulders block your legs from closing, followed closely by his hands which gently push them back open. He smiles at the blush high on your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over your ankle in order to put you at ease.
The sound you make when he pushes his fingers into your cunt and curls them almost makes Feyd moan. You tremble for him, bashful, and he can feel himself rock hard against the mattress, aching for the tight clamp of your velvet walls. He wants to bury himself between your thighs, and so he does, your sweet slick exquisite on his tongue - he presses kisses like butterflies to your thighs, your hips, worshipping you as his fingers pump in and out of you to the same pace as your heaving chest.
You look beautiful, gilded by the sunlight, lower lip trapped between your teeth, but he doesnât miss the way you grip the sheets with one hand, the other clapped over your mouth, panting as he pleases you. Stroking your thigh, he pauses, licking your slick off his lips.
âLet me hear you,â he bids.
You blush again but obey him, tremors wracking your body as he sucks on your clit, laving his tongue over it until you throw your head back, eyes rolling as you come, your honeyed moans and hot release exquisite upon his senses. He wants more, needs more of the taste of you, but you tug at his shoulders, whining for his cock, and heâd rather die than deny you.
The way you say his name when he buries himself inside you sets his soul on fire. You look beautiful beneath him, shaking and whimpering from the hot pulse of his length, clawing at his shoulders until he wears red marks that heâs proud to bear, moaning into his mouth when he kisses you. It seems you cannot get enough of him, and Feyd is more than fine with that because he finds himself addicted to the feel of you under his hands, begging him for more.
Feyd remains entranced long after he comes inside you, with you, your cunt spasming around him. You draw close to him, intertwining your legs with his as he kisses your face, your neck, your chest, making sure he has not hurt you, making sure you are sated. Curling your fingers under his jaw, stopping him, you look him in the eye and smile before kissing him, and he finds himself mesmerised again by you.
He is certain you will let him love you. He is yours.
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So... I started playing Baldur's Gate 3...
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real sevika lovers fw her dykeified karen cut
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No thoughts. Only rushed, clumsy, giggly sex with Astarion the second the two of you are finally alone. Literally ripping buttons off of clothes trying to get them off as quickly as possible to get at skin you can no longer go without touching. Foreheads knocking together even when you break apart from a kiss just bc you'd rather die than go too far. Sharing breaths as you laugh at how ridiculous the two of you are. Lovesick. Lustsick. Dazed. He tries to plant a kiss to the side of your face as your head lulls to the side, pleasure making you all jelly limbed and weak, but his teeth press against the skin of your cheek instead bc he can't stop grinning.
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Just a taste, baby - Feyd Rautha x Reader
summary: You and Feyd-Rautha have been connected through dreams since childhood; a complex inner-working of the Bene Gesserit mothers to join your bloodlines. It binds the two of you in a pull you can't escape (nor do you want to). Feyd is absolutely feral for you.
words: 1,258
disclaimer: characters may be out of character, specifically feyd, considering his desperate softness here. just a forewarning.
You were trapped, breaths coming out of shallow pants as you felt the scratch of the cement structure beneath your palms. He had you against the wall in a hidden alcove; along one of the lengthy corridors of the palace in Giedi Prime. Your mouths were just breaths apart. In fact the Harkonnen before you seemed intent on matching your breaths, mingling them. Tasting your tiny pants as his own. It made your eyes heavy, made you want to tilt your head back and close your eyes, give him access to the expanse of your neck.
"sweetness." He rasped, unable to control himself. The Na-Baron wrapped an arm about your waist, a vice arching you against him as he lowered a wanting mouth to your neck, licking and sucking where the two met. You mewled at the wet heat, felt him growl desperately at the taste.
The two of you hadn't even kissed yet - but the wait; the dreams - you both knew each other to the soul.
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The sands of Arakis and Geidi Prime alike carried mysteries of prophesies of the lisan-al-gaib. But midst such tales, the Bene-Geserit mothers also had worked to connect bloodlines through dreams. The Na-Baron and the princess of Arrakis had been bound by such since birth. A well-planned move to align feuds and place power into wanting hands in preparation of war. A web of politcal conspiracy only they controlled. Their plans could not be foiled.
But Feyd couldn't care less about such witchcraft; and neither, if one were honest, could you. The two of you had known of this binding since a young age. And when you had met as children too - the connection had been strong.
"Their line is bright" The reverend mother's voice had burned into your mind, even at 10 years old.
You remembered her cloaked form; a black shadow against the haze of the horizon, a tower above you as she turned from your parents. Her voice had been void of emotion, except for a smugness you didn't understand. But when you turned to glance at the older boy before you (such a uniquely beautiful boy; broad shoulders and smooth skin, black attire across a lithe form), his eyes shone with an intensity that surprised her. Dark, watching, intrigued. He intimidated you. He made you curious.
At 15 years of age, the Na-Baron hadn't spoken in their meeting; but he had felt more than he had imagined. The girl...she had made him feel things. It confused and awakened him to something he had never known. His uncle had never spoken of such a pull. A need.
When the ship had arrived to his homeworld, and the strange foreigners parted like a sea, Feyd-Rautha found himself straightening to his full height; head lowered as he studied them beneath an angled gaze. Garbs of strange colors - hair he had never seen before in elegant styles. He would be Harkonnen predator. He would be a warrior. Strike fear in these alien people, show the Baron he was not swayed so easily by something new.
But then-
Swathed in layers of white, a girl stepped forward; dainty and gracious above all else; practically floating across the landing platform. Yet her eyes betrayed her; darting to capture the landscape, thrown off perhaps by the infrared of Giedi Prime's black sun above them.
She was drinking in the strange newness before her, and then they found him. Feyd felt his chest tighten. Fists clenched. Heat brimmed under the chestplate of his armor.
She looked like some newborn animal, caught in his gaze. But they both felt it. The familiarity. The warm hum between them. It made you want to slip from the safety of your parents and stand beside him, as though his shadow was more protection than the whole parade your own family brought with them. You wondered if he'd felt the same.
Three nights later, you had dreamed of him. A bit older, hand in his as he raised it to his lips. His eyes had never left yours. As a young girl it made you blush. Now...
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You made a breathy sound as his tongue lathed the mark he had made, moving with a lazy carelessness across your pulse, hungry above all else, uncaring for decorum. He wanted to devour you entirely. He wanted you to see you helpless and delirious against him, just as you were now. As you were in all his dreams.
He knew you'd had them all too. His eyes on you at their wedding. His tongue against yours, moans and tastes and hunger. You watching from the arena as he slaughtered man after man, coated and heaving. He felt like a beast.
"Feyd-" His name barely formed, like a prayer from your lips.
His eyes nearly lolled in his head at the way you sounded, and he dragged his wanting mouth up to meet yours. Wet and wanting. Feyd's free hand shifted to engulf your slender neck, moving your head against his mouth to deepen the kiss, taste all of you. Consume.
The Na-Baron was all muscle and prowess, a looming figure that practically dwarfed you. The spanse of his shoulders alone were sinful, and deep down you loved how it felt to be completely in his grasp. Guiding you in your movements.
Feyd's tongue sought yours as much as he could, controlling and demanding - but you were a needy little thing too, weren't you? In the haze of passion you were pressing into him - leaning just as much towards his heat as he was pushing you both together. You sucked his plush bottom lip into your mouth - unable to help yourself. After all, why was he made so beautiful, if not to kiss? He was quick to follow, biting your own with a growl that made your knees practically give, and following with his greedy tongue.
"You're going to be my wife." the words are a promise, his eyes glittering under the low light; shadows flashign with the coming storm. You part your mouth as though to taste him again, a helpless 'please' slipping past as you arch in his grasp.
Feyd practically took you then and there. Enter the nearest room... make all his dreams a reality. His patience was nearly worn thin. Years of waiting, of hunger. And now it was here. You were in his reach, that tempting little waist; those hips. It made him absolutely insane.
He wets his lips, gaze feverish.
"tomorrow. tomorrow sweetness, hmm? Can wait that long?" He intends to tease you, but he knows he speaks to himself, his jaw locking as he adjusts his arms to press you against him.
You're so fucking soft. It makes him groan. Of all the things he's known in his life, softness was not one of them, save for the flashes of you in his dreams. He craved you like a creature starved. Thoughts of you made him fight better. Made him kill easier.
There's a rumble suddenly of a drone; Harkonnen orders breaking the silence in distorted code. The words don't make sense to your ears. Not yet anyway. You hope to make progress in the language, but it was a challenge; more than others. The variety of tones were a feat for any foreigner to take on; but this was to be your home. A lady of harkonnen would learn her husband's native tongue.
You know he has to leave.
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(A bit of OM! Mammon comforting MC. TW: Lots of crying? Depressive episode? No specific cause is mentioned, the reader is free to use their own scenario, but anyone who is uncomfortable with scenes of crying and being really upset might not like this one.)
The loud rustling of a plastic bag falling to the floor, its contents shifting noisily as they dropped, drew your attention. Mammon stood there dumbfounded.
He knew you were probably upset that he ate your ramen. He expected some harsh words, maybe a light berating and a slap on the wrist. Thatâs why he preemptively went and bought replacements. The spicy kind that he liked, some fancy new steak flavor that seemed cool, and a bunch of the tried and true classics. That way youâd have nothing to complain about.
He expected a cold shoulder. Playful teasing. A punishment, like having to eat one bowl with ten ultra spicy flavor packets. He never expected to find you curled up in tears. Eyes red and swollen. Your face looked pale with visible streaks trailing from your eyes and nose. Your expression remained a quivering frown when you weakly looked up, and it didnât change as you buried it back into your knees.
How long had you been at this? he wondered. Was all this over a cheap pack of noodles?
Deep down somewhere, Mammon knew this wasnât about the ramen. But he didnât know what this was about, and it scared him.
You needed a tissue, or a glass of water, or a big hug. Mammon had no idea which to get first. He hadnât even shrugged off his outdoor jacket yet. It slid down his shoulder as he scampered towards the kitchen for a glass, then stopped. He couldnât leave you alone like this. His hands rooted around in his pockets which held only receipts and some loose change. No tissues or anything suitable for nose-blowing.
Up close, your shoulders shook. Your back heaved with every fresh sob. It tore his heart to little pieces. Your sleeves and the front of your top were soaking wet, no doubt from attempts to curb the crying. Mammon had a difficult time approaching you, unsure what to do or if he could even take being rejected when you obviously needed him.
Overthinking things was not his strong suit. Mammon didn't like the feeling of being stuck, of not having a plan. He was the kind of man with a goal in mind who always gets results. The goal right now was to see you smile, to eat some ramen and joke around. Most importantly, it was to get your mind off of whatever was currently happening. He wasn't going to change that by standing around like a fool.
"Hey." This wasn't his usual boisterous voice. It was a hushed tone filled with concern. You hardly acknowledged him, you had enough going on inside your head already and anything outside just felt like an afterthought. Mammon lowered himself next to you and fidgeted awkwardly with his jacket zipper. "What can I do?"
You weren't in a state to respond, that much was clear. Your answer was to shudder and hug your legs tight against your face.
Your knees were as soaked as your top. Seeing that was Mammon's last straw. He didn't want to be rough, but he was a man of action. He tried to coil an arm around your shaking shoulders, resolution only growing stronger when it caused you to cry harder.
"Knock that off, c'mere." Tough words never sounded gentler. You had no energy to move, but luckily, Mammon had plenty to spare as he brought you in to lean against his side and draped the edge of his jacket over you. You blindly cried against the first surface you could press your face against - his shirt. It smelled of deodorant.
"Don't forget, you're my responsibility, aight? When stuff like this happens, ya gotta come straight to me."
The silence wasn't as awful with Mammon around. It didn't feel suffocating. It took time, but the heartache began to fade. Your sobs became more infrequent. Mammon patiently waited the entire time, occasionally tugging you closer. Occasionally murmuring things like, "you're gonna have to use me as a tissue. I don't have any." Or, "just say the word, I'm gonna beat that sadness into a pulp. Gonna show it I'm the boss around here."
He may not be most eloquent of speakers, but he's got the right spirit.
Even after calming down, Mammon didn't budge and you remained locked against his side. Perhaps you still didn't have the strength to move yet, but you could manage to whisper out a grateful "thanks." A word that finally eased the pain tugging at Mammon's conscience.
He ruffled your hair and leaned down, placing his head against the top of yours. "I always tell ya, I'm the best. Call for me if this happens, ok?"
#any time i mention hair i feel bad for any bald readers. dont worry. mammon will ruffle the skin on your head.#next day the two of you go shopping for new clothes#obey me#obey me!#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me scenarios#obey me x mc#obey me swd#obey me fanfic#obey me fic#obey me fandom#obey me mammon x you#obey me mammon x mc#obey me mammon x reader#obey me mammon#om mammon#obey me x reader#obey me x you#is... is this angst? idk ahhh#tw depression
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Balde doing a vlog with you and hes all lovey dovey w u throughout the whole videođ
gazing ~ alejandro balde
summary: alejandro canât keep his eyes off his girlfriend whilst filming a youtube video with her.
y/n tried to hold in her laugh as she watched alejandro attempt to balance her camera against the stack of hardback books. she knew the camera was on due to the flashing, tiny red light and she made a mental note to put his struggling face in the usual mini bloopers at the end of the video.
he finally fixed the camera and sat back onto the couch with a relieved sigh.
âhecho?â (done?) y/n softly giggled as he gave her a little smile and a nod.
âvale, siguiendo con el vĂdeo...â (okay, carrying on with the video..) she brought her phone up and opened it to the instagram questions she had saved from a few days back.
she wasnât really a massive youtuber, but she had a small channel with a few thousand subscribers, which had then started to increase once people found out she was dating alejandro balde.
she didnât think much of it and honestly forgot about her random videos she had posted up there; but obviously, being alejandroâs girlfriend, people wanted to know more about her and their relationship.
so after about two months of putting it off, she finally decided to cave into everyoneâs pestering and sit alejandro down for a quick and short video of answering some of the fansâ questions about them.
and that is what they were currently attempting to do - the two sat close together on the couch, infront of the camera that y/n mainly used for these random videos.
âsĂ, continuemos.â (yes, letâs carry on) alejandro replied as y/n looked through the many answers. alejandroâs eyes never left her focused figure, brown eyes taking her in. the corner of his lips upturned a bit the longer he stared at her, before turning his gaze to the camera, knowing it caught him staring.
âÂżcĂłmo se conocieron?â (how did you both meet?) she read out and looked towards him.
balde answered whilst glancing between her and the camera. âbueno, ella es amiga de uno de los miembros de los medios de comunicaciïżœïżœn social en FĂștbol club Barcelona y vino a entrenar con ella una vez. nos conocimos a partir de ahĂ.â (well, she is friends with one of the social media members at Football club Barcelona and she came onto training with her once. we met from there)
y/n nodded, slightly blushing. âsĂ, no querĂa molestarles durante el entrenamiento. soy un gran aficionado del barcelona y como mi mejor amiga trabaja allĂ, pudo llevarme sĂłlo una hora.â (yes, i didnât want to bother them during training. i am a big fan of barcelona and since my bestfriend works there, she was able to bring me just for an hour.)
alejandro looked at her whilst she talked. his arm, that was first resting on his knee, went to lay against the back of the couch behind her.
âvale, next question..â alejandro chuckled at her heavy accent on her english statement. he loved when she randomly started speaking english around the house, even if he didnât understand some of the things she was saying.
âÂżquĂ© hiciste en tu primera cita?â (what did you do on your first date?) y/n looked at alejandro and immediately burst out laughing, both of them already knowing the answer.
ânada!â (nothing!) y/n chuckled. âno hicimos nada.â (we did nothing)
âÂĄno lo digas asĂ!â (dont phrase it like that!) he laughed along with her, slightly covering his face.
âme hace parecer un mal novio por no hacer nada en nuestra primera cita!â (it makes me look like a bad boyfriend for not doing anything on our first date!)
y/n reached forward and cupped his face in her hands, having to hold her laughter in but she couldnât help snickering. âno! eres el mejor novio del mundo!â (youâre the best boyfriend there is!)
she kissed his cheek a few times and alejandro let her, not wanting to playfully push her away just because there was a camera watching them. his arms circled around her body and he pulled her closer to his own.
y/n pulled back and turned back to the camera, leaving alejandroâs arm around her waist.
âya Ă©ramos amigos desde hacĂa meses y nos sentĂamos muy cĂłmodos el uno con el otro, asĂ que acordamos quedarnos en casa y ver una pelĂcula.â (we already were friends for months now and we were very comfortable with eachother so we agreed to stay home and just watch a movie)
âsĂ, aĂșn asĂ fue divertido. tambiĂ©n cenamos y nos relajamos.â (yeah, it was still fun. we had dinner aswell and just relaxed) alejandro chimed in too.
y/n went to add onto the answer and alejandro just watched her, completely infatuated and smitten. the hand on the back of the couch came up to toy with the strap of her dress, which is an unconscious habit he liked to do sometimes.
he would often start playing with her clothing, her jewellery, her hair and y/n didnât mind. in fact, she loved when he did that. it made her feel comforted, having that close proximity with him most of the time.
he watched, or more stared, at her whilst she spoke, eyes jumping for one feature on her face to another as his teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek. his fingers kept mindlessly playing with the soft material of the bow tie holding her dress up.
thatâs how the rest of the video went, which was only for a few more minutes. y/n asked the questions and answered some of them. she would turn to alejandro for his opinion, which he would reluctantly give, before helplessly returning back to daydreaming and gazing at his girl.
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heyy it's me againn. really love your alejandro balde imagine soo could you do toxic relationship + angst with him ?? đ€đ€
Yes I can love âșïžđ«¶đŒ
(Not my gif, credits to creator)
Burning Flame
Pairing: balde x reader
Summary: you and blade have been dating since before he joined the first team. Your relationship was on and off but you couldnât help but feel the last burn of the shared flame.
Warnings: cursing, yelling, manipulation, angst, bad ending
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Y/Nâs POV
It was currently 3 in the afternoon. You were sitting on your couch waiting for Alejandro to come home from training. Recently you and Alejandro have been fighting more frequently. Heâs never home when he says he would be, heâs been making plans without informing you and so forth.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât anxious for him to come home. You knew another fight was going to take place and you donât even know if you can handle another one. Youâd been considering breaking up with him a lot more recently. Especially after the fight where he kicked you out of the house and you had to find a cheap run down hotel to stay at since he wouldnât give you your belongings either.
You guys used to have an amazing relationship but it seems either the stress or the same had gotten to his head. He sees himself as better than you now, always comparing you to other girls heâs come across but you so dearly wanted him to change, you wanted him to go back to the guy you fell in love with but as time went on you started to doubt it and your relationship together.
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It had now been 2 hours since the time he said heâd be home. You knew he wasnât going to come home when he said he would but you wanted to believe youâd for once he wrong. It was your breaking point. You were tired of feeling used, tired of feeling like you meant nothing to him anymore. You were a person too and deserved just as much respect as you gave to him.
You walked to you and his shared bedroom before grabbing your suit case. You were done. You started to grab your clothes and fold them neatly into your suit case. You were so engulfed in your thoughts and your tears that you didnât hear Alejandro walk in.
âAmor!â He yelled but you didnât pay any attention.
You knew what he wanted, he wanted your attention, your body, your kind words to boost his ego while he destroyed yours. You were willing to give it this time.
âWhat are you doing? Why are you packing, we arenât going anywhere?â He asked in confusion when he walked in and saw what you was doing.
You turned around, eyes red and cheeks puffy.
âYouâre not going anywhere I am.â You said bluntly.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked again confused.
âIâm tired of your antics, Iâm tired of feeling like Iâm alone when I have a boyfriend, Iïżœïżœïżœm tired of you taking advantage of my kindness, Iâm tired of all this bullshit Alejandro!â You scream at him, not being able to compose yourself anymore.
âYou canât leave me! I love you and you know that! Is this about me going to hangout with friends and not coming straight home?! My life doesnât revolve around you Y/n!â He yelled back.
He tried walking to you, tried to hug you but you shoved him away.
âYOUâRE NEVER FUCKING HOME ALEJANDRO, YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT ME ITâS LIKE IâM NOT EVEN HERE ANYMORE SO LET ME LEAVE LET ME FREE YOUR LIFE OF HAVING ME IN IT LET ME REMOVE A FUCKING BURDEN FROM YOU.â You were full on screaming at the top of your lungs now, tears falling hot and fast. You didnât care to put things in neatly anymore you just shoved it all in and zipped up your suitcase.
âI LOVE YOU THOUGH HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THAT, WITHOUT ME YOUâD BE NOTHING, WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A PUTA GOD ITS LIKE NOTHING I DO IS ENOUGH FOR YOU, WHAT ABOUT THE FAMILY WE PLANNED WHAT ABOUT ALL THE NIGHTS I STAYED UP WITH YOU WHEN YOUR PARENTS DIED IâVE RISKED SO MUCH FOR YOU.â He screamed before trying to trap me in the bedroom.
I grabbed my suitcase and shoved through him, heading to the front door.
âWell now you donât have to worry, you wonât have to risk anything else for me because weâre done, the burning flame has now burnt itâs last flame.â You said before walking out and never turning back.
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A/N: I know itâs short but I hope this fulfilled your balde angst cravings. đ«¶đŒ
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Kisses âFC BARCELONA.
summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?
warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.
âPedri Gonzalez.
His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.
He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.
Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.
âPablo Gavi.
One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.
Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.
During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.
âFerran Torres.
Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.
He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.
When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.
âFermin LĂłpez.
FermĂn loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for FermĂn, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.
He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.
Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.
âAlejandro Balde.
Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.
Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.
When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.
âHector Fort.
He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.
Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.
During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.
âLamine Yamal.
He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.
He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.
In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.
âPau CubarsĂ.
He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.
Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.
He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.
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Can i have Malleus and Leona with prompt 3?
ââPUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER! NOT HIS! (đ vs. đŠ)
SUMMARY: THEY BOTH OFFER HIS SHOULDER TO REST ON. WHO KNEW IT BECAME A FULL BLOWN WAR!
CHARACTERS: malleus draconia vs. leona kingscholar
EVENT MASTERLIST
WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, crowley sucks at being a guardian đđđ
NOTES: leona suffering chronicles part 3!!! /j tysm for your request!
reader is g/n, reader is yuu
ËâââË
helping crowley had many benefits.
weekly payments, a home and shelter, and a beloved father figure. thatâs what he claims anyway. however, from yours and grimâs experience, there were also many drawbacks; he forgets to pay you, he forgets about you, youâre his favorite errand runner, and you tend to pull all-nighters in order to finish up his chores.
in short, helping crowley was just asking for a death wish. finally finding some free time in your day to rest, you sat onto a nearby bench hidden by the trees, basking you in some shade.
âurgh.. if i have to run down anymore papers to crewel i think ima be sick.â grim groans, stretching himself into your lap before curling up to nap. âtell me about it.. im sick of being samâs supplier.â you sigh, leaning your head onto the back of the bench. âchild of man? what are you doing outside of class?â a certain prince calls out, suddenly sitting by your side.
âtsunotaro? i could ask you the same question.â you laugh, suddenly snapping yourself awake. âwasnât there a housewarden meeting today?â you ask, seeing his face twist into a pout. âif that is the case then they have failed to invite me.â he sighs, crossing his arms with a frown.
âseriously? again?â you scoff, shaking your head. âiâll have a talk with crowley about this when i see him later.â you smile at him, patting his back. âi appreciate it. youâre too kind, really.â malleus looks into your eyes, not being able to resist smiling back at you. as you both continue to converse like normal, you have yawned far too many times for the poor boys liking.
âare you sleeping alright? i believe you yawned at least 10 times during our conversation. are my topics too boring for your liking?â he frets, sudden worry overriding his emotions. were you losing interest in him? are you going to leave him?! oh no. no no no no no no no noâ
âwhy would you think that?! im always interested in what you have to say. crowley has been working me ragged lately, thatâs all.â you reassure malleus, giving him a thumbs up as if what you said wasnât concerning in the least. âwhy that lousy..â he mutters, eyes narrowing at the facts. how dare that stupid insolent prick drive his poor beloved prefect to the brink of exhaustion. itâs inexcusable.
âim on a break for once, so me and grim were just resting here.â you smile, pointing to your sleepy catlike companion. speaking of catlike companions, leona watched from a faraway tree your little chat with malleus. yuck. heâs already annoyed when you talk to other beastmen, but talking to that horned bastard just left a bad taste in his mouth.
âwell, youâre more than welcome to rest onââ
âhey.â leona huffs, plopping himself beside you. malleusâ eye twitched at the sight. are you shitting me. what is he doing here? isnât there a housewarden meeting for him to attend to? go away. âleona?! shouldnât you be at the housewarden meeting?â you exclaim, practically taking the words right out of malleusâ mouth.
âmm, ditched. no way am i attendin something stupid like that first thing in the morning.â he shrugs, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable. âlooks like someone wasnât invited.â leona grins, pointing at the obviously annoyed prince sitting beside you. âif you had just come to insult me, then you can take your leave and save it for later, kingscholar.â malleus replies with a polite yet harsh tone.
ânot everythinâs about you, lizard. canât i care for my own underclassmen?â leona frowns, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. â..pardon?â malleus furrowed his brow, watching as the lion prince got far too touchy for his taste. âthey got eye bags, probably havenât been sleeping well. since im such a kindhearted senior, i donât mind if they rest a lil.â he smirks, leaning you onto his shoulder.
âreally?!â you shout in disbelief, nearly waking poor grim up. leona was one to never admit to anything, always keeping you guessing. seeing him so.. direct threw you and malleus for a loop. âwould you rather rest on tree bark?â he raised a brow, leaning closer to your face. ânope! thanks i guess, leona.â you hastily accept, deciding not to question it.
âthanks for talking to me malleus, it kept me from falling asleep.â you smile, now shutting your eyes. in a matter of seconds, you had already fallen asleep, relieved from all the previous exhaustion. the two princes glared at one another, tensions rising to new heights. âyour services are no longer needed, you can go to the housewarden meeting. consider it an invite.â leona chuckles, waving malleus off towards the hallway, earning a genuine look of anger from the usually calm and collected fae.
âi appreciate the sentiment, but i believe the child of man and i were having a heartfelt conversation before you showed up. as king of briar valley, consider yourself excused.â malleus retorts, moving you over onto his shoulder. leona scowls in return to his obvious insult, very gently moving your head back to him. âif i remember right, they chose to lean onto me. not nice taking whatâs not yours.â
âdonât act like you didnât just steal their attention.â malleus scoffs, tugging you back towards him. âwhy you horned bastard.â leona growls, bearing his fangs at the now smug prince. and so, the game of tug of war began. constant pulling back and forth, back and forth, it was a miracle you hadnât waken up yet. poor prefect..
HOWEVER, a certain someone else felt the shaking, and just couldnât stand it. grims eyes flutter open as he looks to the two housewardens tugging you left and right with a frown. âHEY,â grim shouts, startling the two as they looked down. âdo ya mind?! some of us need to get a lil shut eye.â he hisses, trying to look at the very least intimidating. âshut it, pipsqueak.â leona grunts, glaring at grim.
âgrim, i believe it is best if you donât intervene.â malleus stated sternly, moving him off of your lap. âHOW DARE YOU! GRIM THE GREAT LISTENS TO NOBODY! [MC]! WAKE UP, WEâRE SLEEPING SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM THESE FREAKS.â grim shrieks, almost rupturing both of their eardrums.
you stir awake at grimâs shrill voice, rubbing your eyes with a grumble before looking downwards. âhuh..? oh, tsunotaro? leona? youâre still here?â you mumble, turning your your sides to see the two boys covering their ears. âletâs get outta here and sleep somewhere else. crowley might find us and give us somethin else to do.â grim frowns, tugging your hand.
âalright, alright, jeez. calm down, will ya?â you sigh, reluctantly getting up and following him inside. âiâll see you both later! donât go arguing more, ya hear?â you show them a smile before grim drags you out of sight, leaving both boys dumbfounded.
âitâs your fault they left. tch, dumb lizard.â leona grunts, glaring daggers into malleus. âmy fault? how about saying that again after i shave off that mane of yours?â he jeers, feeling a vein about to burst. âhaah? what was that?!â
they did indeed, argue again.
A/N: three leona requests in a row is crazy đđ he canât catch a break (imagine leona bald tho)
date published: 8/25/24
© temiizpalace â do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!
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OFFICIAL AVATAR 3 ANNOUNCEMENTS
This just in guys, last night on D23, avatar 3 has an official title âfire and ashâ
We are so back guys đ€đđ©”
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Within the Storms of Giedi Prime: Feyd-Rautha x Reader
A/N: the long awaited part two of upon the sands of the arena is hereeee
tw: 18+, smut (more than last time hehehe), p in v, swearing, Feelsâą, death, assassination, use of the Voice (not on feyd), less violence but still violence, i lack faith in my sequel writing abilities, blowjobs, SUB FEYDDDD, also DOM FEYDDD, sex Outside, lightning and thunder (it says storms in the title what do you expect)
wc: 4.2k
part 1
Giedi Prime is a miserable planet.
Itâs evident in the choking, black smog from the factories in the dense air fused with the anguished cries of overworked slaves and the distant rumble of the still active volcanos. Youâre near the Harkonnenâs palace grounds - youâre heading towards them, actually, and the promise of a⊠pleasant night; to your left, you can just about glimpse the looming silhouette of the great arena, squatting like a hulking beast on the horizon, waiting to swallow any poor soul that gets too close to its gaping maw.
Tonight, roiling storm clouds reign the sky, sending sheets of furious rain pounding down upon anyone who dares to be out at this hour - including you. Harsh bolts of lightning spear down, hurtling towards the ground like incensed, condensed moonlight and casting freakish shadows.
Moonlight: the colour of Feydâs skin. If it werenât for him, youâd already be off this sorry planet - alas, you must stay a little longer, your body already a little warm at the memory of his skilled fingers and scorching gaze. You havenât been back since the encounter with the na-Baron in the arena months ago, and you canât help but feel the sting of doubt in your chest, wondering if heâll still want a second time, or if youâll sneak into his room only to find yourself replaced by a concubine.
Not that you occupy significance to him anyway, you remind yourself. Feyd-Rautha could not replace you, because there would be nothing to replace, just ashes of a once bright fire.
Irked by the weakness of your own mind, you pull the hood of your cloak lower over your face, tightening it across your shoulders. The hem is sullied by browning blood: you disposed of your quarry just this morning, and delivered the decapitated head during the early afternoon.
Conveniently, the Bene Gesserit have left you alone for now, most likely tangled in the politics regarding the Kwisatz Haderach while trying to predict the next movement of Jessica Atreides - word is that she has burrowed her way deeper into the desert, surrounding herself and her son with the more fanatic of the Fremen as she bides her time, ready for her next strike.
It means that youâve been granted enough time to establish yourself as a bounty hunter. For a highly trained Bene Gesserit, the work is easy, and earns you coin a plenty while keeping you on the move and as in shape as assassinating sloppy idiots attempting to run from debt and petty disagreements can.
Slipping through the palaceâs perimeter proves easy enough. You use the Voice on a few guards, preferring it to cutting their throats: instructing them to keep quiet and forget you passed by causes much less of a commotion. The scaling of the ramparts that make up the circumference of the inner palace is the most challenging, due to the stone being slick with moss and rain - your fingers dig into the cracks between the weathered blocks of stone, the wind snapping and tugging at your cloak, fiercer now that youâre higher up.
Thereâs a narrow battlement ringing one side of Feydâs room. You land on it silently, padding over to the window sill; curtains made of heavy black fabric layered on a dark, wispy privacy layer shroud most of your view of him. His pale skin is almost luminescent under the jagged flashes of lightning bathing his quarters, the blanket having slipped half off him during the night. He lies with his bare back facing you, although itâs hardly a vulnerability - you doubt anyone would be able to creep up on him easily enough to bury a knife into his exposed back without him tearing their throat out first.
Apart from you - hopefully.
Carefully, you ease the window open. A frigid gust of air rushes in as you climb through, and you witness the exact moment that Feyd awakens and becomes aware of your presence; imperceptibly, the muscles in his back ripple before he settles again - you posticipate the feel of them under your palms, hard, lean, perfect for sinking your nails into.
A thrill rushes through you at the sight of him, a sort of wondrous feeling, keen as a knife and just as cutting. You want him all over you, you want him to consume you until all you can remember is him and his smouldering eyes and sensuous touch.
Shrugging off your cloak, you let it pool to the floor around your feet before toeing off your shoes too; breath caught in your throat, you steal over to his bedside, your hand ghosting over the solid curve of his shoulder blade before you grip his shoulder, turning him so his back is flat against the mattress and straddling him in one fluid motion.
The cold kiss of metal meets your neck.
You almost moan at the look on his face. His lips are pulled back in a snarl, his eyes wild, frenzied almost, glittering with the same danger as before. Running your hands up his hard, sculpted chest, you smirk down at him, watching as ever so slowly, his gelid gaze defrosts with recognition, the ice giving way to those all encompassing flames, flames that you surrender to unequivocally.
âI wouldnât do that if I were you,â you murmur, fingers circling his wrist.
Feyd blinks, watching you as if heâs going to eat you as always. Slowly, the hand not wielding the knife roams waywardly down your spine, grabs a harsh fistful of your ass and lingers before gliding upwards and settling on your waist. He huffs, an abrupt, amused sound, but you donât miss the way he greedily drinks up your figure with his eyes.
âI thought I scared you away, little witch. Presumably, it was not too much for you?â
âFor me?â You muse. âWeâll see.â
Knocking the blade from his hand, you ignore the screeching noise it makes as it skitters across the stone floor, instead enjoying the subtle inhale, loaded with expectancy, that Feyd takes as you lean in close to him. You hover above him for a prolonged moment, arms boxing him in, before he lurches upwards, connecting your lips with his.
A growl sounds at the back of his throat when he tastes you, licking into your mouth as his fingers press at the small of your back, bringing your lower body to meet his. Rolling his hips against yours, he tangles his fingers in your hair; you feel giddy with the feel of him against you, solid and warm and wanting, so real beneath you, so fucking insatiable.
You canât get enough of him.
Slowly, you pull away, ablaze with the ravening craving in his eyes. The muscles in his well shaped chest flex as he tips his face up, following your lips, and you smile disarmingly at him, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his trousers and pulling them down.
Taking his chin in your palm, you tilt his head so you can look him in the eyes before swiping your thumb over his lower lip, savouring the way heâs putty in your hands: a man destined to be the Baron of one of the most influential, powerful Houses in the Imperium, a lethal, strikingly skilled warrior, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, humbled by your touch.
âLet me taste you,â you breathe - itâs almost a command.
âPlease,â he chokes out, imploring you with his eyes.
Laughing, you press a hand to his sternum and push. He sinks back into the mattress, compliant, and you trail your lips down his neck and sternum, leaving hickeys in your wake. You're seized by the need to make him shake and beg and cry; you want to devour him.
Dragging your nails cruelly down his thighs, branding him with livid red scratches, you tilt your head to the side, a smile playing upon your lips as you listen to the groan that leaves him, the pricks of pain setting him alight with longing. Thereâs a devout look in his eyes - a fervent, zealous sort of lust that stirs within you with the impulse to make him forget his own name.
Curling your fingers around his hard length and giving him a few pumps, you watch him under your lashes, something akin to a power rush spinning your head around and around. Feyd is wonderfully sensitive, and a sneer pulls at your lips when his fingers scramble for purchase, fisting in his silky sheets as you press a chaste, loitering kiss to his cock head - a pearl of jet precum sits at the apex of it, dark against its rosy, delicate flush.
Dipping your hand into your pants, you collect your slick on your fingers and use it to jerk him - when you glance up, his pupils are blown wide; lips parted, he stares at you, transfixed.
Eyes locked on his, you take him in your mouth: his thighs tighten, every muscle taut as you run your tongue along the veins wrapped around the underside of his cock. His head tips back, displaying the strong lines of his neck as you hollow your cheeks, rubbing your thighs together to ease the increasing ache between them. Jaw slack, you gag when he hits the back of your throat, and he growls at the sight of your hungry eyes growing watery.
You toy with him, teasing him with your tongue and grazing your teeth lightly over his length until heâs gasping your name; the way the syllables leave his tongue is almost pleading, his chest heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat, his thighs shuddering, wracked with tremors.
Itâs evident that heâs close, the voracity in his eyes so hot that it melts your bones, sending heat pooling in your core - youâre going to let him wreck your cunt after this; ruin you for any other man. Trembling, his pale fingers hover near your head, splaying over the expanse of your shoulder, his eyes fucking begging for permission, so you pull off him, laughing as his hips jolt forward at the loss, his cock twitching when your fingertips graze his balls.
âGo on, Feyd,â you coax. âDo as you wish.â
A tender, honeyed noise rips from low in his chest, almost a whimper, a sound you know no one has extracted from him before. Itâs the only warning before he fists his hand in your hair, hips bucking as he fucks into your mouth, his eyes rolling back as you gag around him, the debased moan that escapes you sending vibrations down his cock.
You almost black out when he comes down your throat. Youâre not sure if itâs the lack of air reaching your lungs or the sweet pain of Feydâs hand yanking at your hair, but youâre sure that youâve never taken so much pleasure in someone elseâs release. Slowly, you sit up, moving to lie beside Feyd, and he smiles dumbly at you, maybe a little fucked out as he leans in to kiss you, sighing as he tastes his own come on your tongue.
âI could spend hours exploring you, my little witch,â he says, pressing his lips to your jaw.
Feyd flips you over with only an echo of ferocity from your previous fight, disrobing you and gripping your thighs, spreading them. Your hands find his shoulders, his back, your fingers resting in the dips of muscle there, trailing down the length of his spine as his own find your slick, yearning cunt.
Outside, the storm blows harder, rain pounding down upon the planetâs surface in sheets, lightning lancing through the thick billows of clouds; it is during one of these strikes that you glimpse that Feydâs eyes are not as dark as they seem, but the colour of glaciers and blue fire. Within them, just beneath the keenness of his electric gaze, lurks something else - something that makes you hesitate. He senses it immediately, fingers pausing their movement, so you fit your lips to his.
You kiss him to avoid the emotions roiling in his stormy eyes.
He responds immediately, and you easily dismiss the thoughts clouding your mind; he barely knows you, thereâs no room for the feelings you just saw in his gaze. You seek his body, not his soul, and it is the same both ways.
âFuck me,â you mumble against his lips.
All coherent sentences leave your mind when he flips you over again, this time with your stomach pressed to his bedsheets as he kneels on the mattress behind you.
âAss up, my little witch,â he commands.
Something within you goes molten at the sound of his voice. You can feel his gaze straying all over your skin, greedy, so you tuck your knees beneath you and arch your back, biting down on your lower lip as his palm presses against your lower vertebrae. He chuckles; it warms your bones.
âYouâre so filthy, little witch, displaying yourself for me.â
Bolts of ecstasy shoot through you as Feyd slides his cock head through your folds, his broad hands gripping your hips so tightly that youâll be left with bruises. Your breath is punched from your lungs when he sinks himself inside you, balls deep, white hot pleasure rocketing down your spine - it tears a wretched cry from you, more so when he starts a brutal, near sadistic pace, the angle destroying you with vicious bliss.
The drag of his searing, velvet cock on your walls makes your toes curl. You think your body might shatter into a million pieces, the way he plucks the euphoria from it so agonisingly, so beautifully. One of his hands finds its way between your thighs, his thumb rolling endlessly over your clit; you find yourself teetering on the edge, suspended there a moment before you fall.
The way your cunt convulses around his cock as you come doesnât stop Feyd. Unforgiving, he ploughs into you, his fingers still working on your clit, not breaking his rhythm even as you writhe beneath him, trying to jerk your hips away from his to no avail. Itâs too much, the pleasure melting delectably into pain and still he canât stop, wonât stop, his low snarl a warning in your ear as he pins you to the mattress with a hand between your shoulder blades, leaving you helpless to do nothing but take him.
Tears well up in your eyes, soaking into the sheets beneath you as he rails into you, his fingers speeding up on your clit until youâre begging him, tremors shooting through you from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His grip on your hips is unrelenting, and you sob as his pace increases, the savage friction sending you over again.
For the second time, you come hard around him, pussy clenching and fluttering, ragged cries wracking your body. This time, you bring Feyd with you, the sound he makes sharp and almost pained. He pulls out, and you mewl at the sharp tug of friction, panting as he comes on your back and ass, claiming you with his dark seed.
Breathless, he sits back on his heels as you straighten your legs until you lie full stretch, revelling in the post orgasmic rapture. Dimly, you hear his footsteps on the stone floor, but you pay them no mind, instead letting your eyelids droop as you rest your chin in the crook of your elbow.
Gentle hands encircle your ankles, carefully opening your legs. A second later, you feel a warm cloth at the apex of your thighs, and you whine, flinching away from the overstimulation. You hear Feydâs chuckle, and the comforting sweep of his thumb against your skin as he cleans you up, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses on your back as he does; barely a moment after, the mattress dips, and strong arms pull you into a warm chest.
âHow are you, my little witch?â
You hum in response, not wanting to use words. Something niggles at your brain, even through the haze of pleasure. Itâs got to do with the na-Baronâs gentleness after he fucks you; it unsettles you, the sweetness of him, and now these words, as if youâre a lover, and not⊠whatever this is.
One of his wide palms runs up and down your ribs, and you shove those thoughts to the side, instead enjoying his touch, the way your body fits into his, his chest pressed against your front as he traces patterns on your skin with his deft fingers; his lips brushing the nape of your neck, leaving soft kisses there. You find yourself curling away from him a little - his hands on you make something deep in your chest stir to life, something that shouldnât be there. Itâs -
A blinding flash of lightning, followed by the deep, throaty growl of thunder illuminates the room. Youâre facing the door: in the crack between its solid masonry and the floor, you glimpse a shadow.
Hastily, you turn, one hand meeting Feydâs chest, fingers falling into the dip his collarbone makes as you search his eyes, urgent. He stares back at you, not quite guarded, but not quite open any more, and youâre filled with the urge to protect.
âGive me your knife,â you hiss.
He sits up halfway. âWhatâs - â
You push him back down, glaring at his resistance. You can sense the change in the air, hear the subtle scrape of someoneâs boot across the stone floor and the swish of clothing behind the door - or maybe itâs just the building storm outside, the escalating charge in the sky as another bolt of lightning is generated.
âFeyd. Give me your knife.â
Eyes quizzical, he produces it from somewhere behind him, handing it to you hilt first. Itâs just in time, because the door swings open, a masked figure silhouetted there. You whirl around, covering Feydâs body with your own.
Theyâre holding a knife.
It doesnât take you a moment longer to send your knife hurtling towards them. The blade seethes through the air before embedding itself with a thunk into the assassinâs shoulder, and as they drop to the floor, youâre up in another second, poised in case thereâs another. A flash of movement catches your eye - the dropped knife, retrieved and held in blood soaked fingers.
âStand down,â you snap.
The Voice echoes through the room, and you pluck the knife out of the now frozen assassinâs grasp and slit his throat. Turning, you see the glimmer of amusement and awe in Feydâs eyes; assassination attempts probably occur often, an estranged Bene Gesserit using the Voice in his room less so.
âSo many people seem eager to sneak into my bed chamber tonight,â he remarks. âAlthough I must admit I preferred the first one.â
You laugh, collecting your clothes off the floor. âIâm glad.â
As you pull on your trousers, followed closely by your shirt, Feyd gets up, and youâre struck by the slow manner in which he approaches you, so much like the way he prowled towards you in the arena, but this time his eyes concerningly soft, his deadly, killing machine of a body marked with hickeys and love bites.
âWhy do you always rush to leave so fast, my little witch?â
âI - I have places to be,â you stammer.
He tilts his head. âAt this hour of the night?â
â...Yes.â
Feyd takes one step closer, close enough to kiss. âWhat are you afraid of?â
You back towards the window. âI fear nothing.â
âDonât lie to me,â he warns. âI can see it in your eyes.â
Shaking your head, panic rising in your throat, you turn, the glass chilly on your fingers as you open the window. Feyd catches your other hand, but you whirl around and lash out, a blow to the face followed by a blow to the legs, and he staggers backwards, giving you enough time to slip out of the window and onto the battlements.
Outside, the storm has whipped up, the howling wind tearing at your hood and blowing it off, the rain immediately pouring down to soak your hair, sting your eyes, wet your face. You need to run, you need to get away from him, but the weak part of you - the part that you fear - slows your strides, tugging at you as if itâs tied to Feyd somehow.
He catches up to you easily enough.
Of course he does, he is Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, and he is inexplicably bound to your soul in a way you cannot describe, in a way that terrifies you, shakes you to your very core. He catches your with a hand around your upper arm and presses you to his chest, your treacherous body reacting to him the way it always has as he stares down at you with those burning, icy eyes, droplets of rain running in rivulets down the moonlight planes of his chest.
Unease tears through you. You see it in his eyes, that he feels it too, and you dread the way it does not disquiet him. Your soul feels like itâs slowly rending in two - you need to get away from him, from the unguarded way he regards you, dedication clear in his unwavering gaze, but all the same, you need to remain with his arms trapping you to him, in the bewildering magnetism of his psyche.
âTell me what you fear, my little witch.â
You answer through clenched teeth. âI am not yours.â
âYou evade my question.â
You stare at Feyd, confounded. This man before you is the same man that you duelled in the arena, yet he is different; there is a certainty in his eyes, an acceptance that you yourself flee from. Youâre drawn to him, even as the instincts that have kept your hollow heart intact all these years squall for you to break loose - and yet you fear that too, the evasion, because you know that if you run now, a part of you will be lost, snapped under the tension.
âWhat do you - â
You cut Feyd off. âDo you know what I fear, Harkonnen? I fear the look in your eyes, because itâs not just desire any more. You do not seek me in order that I inflict pain and pleasure alike upon you, you seek something else. I fear the look in your eyes because it is the same feeling that rises traitorously in my chest when I look at you, and it terrifies me.â
Heâs silent.
You grab his shoulder. âTell me you feel nothing, Feyd. Tell me you crave me for the thrill of adrenaline and the feel of my body - tell me and do not lie.â
His eyes bore into yours. âI cannot.â
âExactly.â
You wrest yourself from his grasp, turning and striding down the battlements. A strange feeling overtakes you, a prickle behind your eyes and a lump in your throat, an aching tug at your heart which you stalwartly ignore. It is over - youâre done. He made it harder than it ever had to be, but youâre going now.
He grabs your hand. âYou cannot either, my little witch.â
Struggling, you snarl at him, clawing at your chest, but he pins you to the wall, his eyes aflame, searing, calling to something in you that rises up to meet him. This time, it is too strong; you cannot push it down, a part of you not even wanting to. You can feel Feyd all over you, your senses overwhelmed by him, by the way he presses his forehead to yours, forcing you to meet his gaze.
âYou do not have to fear it,â he whispers. âJust let go. Youâre holding on too tight.â
He dips his head, claiming your lips. You give in, yield to it, let it wash over you and carry you away on its blissful waves, your heart swelling in your chest at the way he touches you, tenderly, as if youâre the most precious thing heâs ever laid his eyes upon; this is not Feyd, but this is him, irrefutably so.
You think this might be love.
It is a wild, white hot blade in your heart that twists, beauteous, enthralling. You believed that it would weaken you, shackle you, but you blaze with the glorious flare of it, the kiss of Feydâs hips against yours stoking it further. Truly, it is magnificent.
In the only way you know how, you show him. Itâs cataclysmic, the way youâre pulled to him like a comet caught in a planetâs gravity, streaking towards him, fated to collide, your hands roving over him, his over you, the taste of rain blooming on your tongue as you bite down on his shoulder, muffling a moan as he ekes sweet, tender pleasure from you. Your head tips back against the stone, eyes raised to the weeping sky, your lips parted as he fills you with his cock.
Feyd looks at you as if you are a goddess. He worships you, cradles you in his arms, anchoring you, grounding you. You do not know where he ends and you begin, nor do you want to know; you wish for your souls to meld, you wish for the two of you to be alone in the universe, unbothered by time or fate or anything.
âYou are mine, little witch,â he intones against your rain soaked skin. âI am yours.â
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