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sapphicmsmarvel · 9 months ago

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acotar: feeding my complex

If you know me irl 🎶no the fuck you dont 🎶

This is azriel x reader x feyre x rhys smut. Everything is under the cut. (i'm so nervous posting this omg)

(3.7K YALL WTF POSSESSED ME)

title is from complex by xana pls listen xana is one of the best artists ive ever heard!

‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️

(i already know minors are gonna ignore that bc i have common sense)

notes: probably ooc rhys and az. i do not see them as the type to share mates but like, it’s hot. you could see this as wlw fetishization but as a pan/bi/queer woman this is a goddamn wet dream so i approve it. (duh i wrote it)

This is mainly porn with no plot, but i snuck some in.

kinks: ass play, tongue sucking, female worship, voyeurism, switching from top to bottom real quick, dirty talk (i tried), praise, oral (fem receiving), mating press, pussy slapping, edging, mentioned past knife play. I think i got it all folks.

It all started from a dinner with Feyre and Rhysand. Aka your childhood best friend and her husband. You and Feyre dreamed of double dates with your spouses as children and now you finally have it.

You four occasionally had these dinners, typically once a month.

After the meal, you four were in the living room area, Azriel was on his second glass of wine, Rhysand and you weren’t drinking. Feyre was on her first glass. The fire was crackling with life, causing the room to warm.

Then you four began sharing silly secrets. It started with Feyre and Rhysand fucking in paint, which gave your husband ideas. Then you and Azriel admonishing them for fucking in the literal sky. But then they scolded you two for knife play. Especially when they found out Truthteller’s handle was used to fuck you.

“How did you even grip that?” Feyre asked.

Azriel smirked, “who said I was the one holding it?”

“Who the hell did you invite to your bed and why wasn’t it us?” Rhysand asked, jokingly but you warmed at the idea.

“The shadows you fool.” You laughed, sipping your water. “Az pinned me down and sucked my tits while the shadows pinned my legs down and used Truthtellers handle to fuck me.

They were silent and then, “I love how you have no filter, baby.” Az coughed.

“So do I. Damn.” Feyre said. “That’s spank bank material.”

You snorted and Rhysand just tipped his glass to you.

Which then the conversation turned into friends having sex, and then:

“You mean to tell me, you and my High Lady would have sex?” Azriel asked, surprised clearly. He knew you were into women but it was different knowing the object of your past affections was his close friend and High Lady.

“I mean, yeah.” You shrugged at your mate. “Two girls that the village wanted nothing to do with. Might as well do each other.”

“And by the way, it was a loving and very respectful relationship. Platonic sex!” Feyre declared from her spot on the couch.

“Huh.” Rhysand said. “You know, I expected not to like that but…” he trailed off. “The thoughts are nice.”

You snorted and looked at Azriel, who was looking at you with an expression that could only be described as eye-fucking.

“Are you serious?” You asked him grinning. He had the decency to blush.

“What?” Feyre asked, looking towards you.

“He’s into it too!” You laughed.

Feyre laughed as well, “I mean I don’t blame them. We are quite hot together.” She scooted closer to you on the couch.

“That we are.” You grinned and clinked your glasses together.

You all quickly went onto other topics, but you both could tell that the boys just could not stop imagining you two together.

“Okay, how do we bring you two back to the present?” Feyre asked.

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked.

“You two have been acting so weird since we said we used to hook up. So how do we stop that weirdness?” Feyre asked.

“We just never imagined our wives with equally attractive women.” Rhysand shrugged.

You gasped, “are you saying I’m as hot as Feyre? That's the best compliment.”

He was silent. He actually looked sheepish, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and everything.

“What?” You asked.

“He’s saying you’re as hot as him.” Azriel said.

You gasped even louder. “Seriously?!”

“I mean, you are,” Feyre shrugged.

“And Feyre is….as attractive as you are, love.” Azriel said.

“Awww Azzie..” Feyre cooed teasingly. “That's so cute.”

The tips of his ears became bright red.

Rhysand stuttered out, “it’s just, hard to imagine so…” He trailed off

You turned and looked at Feyre. “They wanna see us smooch.” You giggled.

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Come here.” She grabbed your face and pecked you on the lips.

When you turned towards the boys, they were wide eyed but not satisfied. “You’re blue-balling us.” Rhysand huffed.

“Oh? You wanna see us do what?”

Rhysand was silent and looked at Azriel then you two. Feyre coaxed, “words baby.”

“We want to see you two make out.” Azriel ended their misery. “And maybe…” He shrugged.

“Maybe?” You prodded. You knew exactly what that voyeur wanted to see. But gods, this was fun enough for you. And it was turning you the fuck on.

“Maybe if it’s hot, then we fuck you both together.” Azriel snapped, but it wasn’t malicious. Your mate snapped when he was flustered, which was rare. So you were eating this shit up.

“If?” You chuckled. “Baby, it’s gonna be.”

“Yeah yeah you know you two are hot.” Rhysand muttered.

You giggled, “then we have to go to bed, don’t we?” You asked Feyre.

“Duh.” She laughed, downed her drink then grabbed your hand. You both took off down the hallway, the men nearly tripping over themselves to follow you two.

You two beat them to the bed. You both fell into a heap of giggles as they ran up the stairs.

“Is it weird if I’ve missed kissing you?” Feyre asked. She threw off her baggy shirt, so her bra was on display. But left her shorts on. “As much as I love Rhys, kissing girls is just.” She kissed the air.

“I feel the same.” You giggled into your shared air. You shucked your shorts off, revealing the granny panties you were wearing. If you knew this was coming, you would’ve worn a hot set. You left the big tee shirt on.

“I’m not wearing panties, I wanna leave some mystery.” Feyre said.

“I would’ve worn a hot set if i knew this was happening.” You laughed, you could hear the boys were close to the bedroom.

“It’s not fair you look hot in granny panties.” Feyre groaned.

You laughed as the boys arrived, now the fun could begin.

“C’mere.” You grinned and Feyre did as well.

The two of you sat on the bed, facing each other. Your knees touching. Very much aware of your husbands at the end of the bed waiting for you two to kiss. Their heated gazes stroked the inferno that was in your cunt. Throbbing.

When you and Feyre’s lips met, the world went silent. Kissing Feyre was always like falling into a comfy bed. Soft, plush and safe. As much as you loved Azriel as he was your mate, and you obviously were sexually attracted to men. You also were sexually attracted to women. There was never a worry with Az. He never wanted to invite anyone to the bedroom because he didn’t trust anyone.

But these, these were two of the people he trusted most.

Nothing beats kissing a girl.

Your mouths opened for each other, your tongues caressing each other. Lewd sounds were the only sound in the bedroom aside from Azriel and Rhysands heavy breathing. Feyre pulled you against her, your tits rubbing against each other, you wore no bra underneath so the contact caused your nipples to pebble. She ran her hands underneath your shirt, scraping her nails against your back. Your hands wove into her hair and pulled her even closer. Her nails dug into your plush hips.

She pulled away, “Gods, I missed these hips. Fucking perfection. So soft.” Between each sentence she pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. “Felt even better sitting on my face. Remember that?”

“Gods how could I forget?” You whispered. You smelled the musky, manly scent of Azriel and Rhysands arousal, you felt your pussy throb at the aroma of them and the sweet smell of Feyre’s mixing.

You captured Feyres lips between your own. Better than a drug. More addictive and exhilarating.

You heard rustling and then the sound of clothes hitting the floor.

You felt warm heat radiate at your back as large thighs cradled your butt and hips. Azriel’s warm hands went around your waist to hold you. He kissed your neck. You felt his cock in bump into your plush thighs. Rock hard.

How far are we going with this? Rhysand created a link to all of your minds.

As far as you boys would like. This isn’t new for Y/N and I. Feyres throaty laugh echoed in your minds. Safe word?

Peach. Like Y/N’s ass. Azriel said as he spanked you.

No ones gonna get possessive and rip out someone’s throat? You asked as your tongue licked down the side of Feyres throat, your teeth scraped her skin. She let out a breathy moan.

Nobody else I trust to fuck my wife than these two. Azriel responded

Glad you have so much faith. Rhysand said. Can’t wait to make your wife see the galaxy.

yeah watch me make your wife come. Was all you said before your fingers dipped into Feyre’s shorts.

Azriel chose that moment to slip his hand into the back of your panties and spread your ass cheeks with his long thick fingers. Just rubbing outside the tight ring made you quiver. You weren’t a fan of penetration there, but a little bit of ass play never hurt.

You snuck your hand into her shorts, her smooth, wet pussy was warm and inviting. You wanted to sink into it with your tongue and fuck her so hard she didn’t know her name. But, you’d do that another time, either with Rhys coming down her throat or just watching while Azriel pounded into you from behind, you weren't picky.

You gathered her slick and brought it up to her clit and continuously rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves.

Based on the way her thighs clenched around your hand, you knew something was going on in the back. Then you saw the lube in Rhysands hand get thrown onto the bed and knew that she was also getting some ass action.

“Is he fucking your ass?” You asked her. She groaned. “You got my fingers on your clit, your husbands in your asshole and you’re giving my husband a filthy fucking show? You grabbed her face with your free hand, “open.” You ordered.

She did so without complaint, her tongue sticking out as you took her tongue between your lips and sucked on it like it was your favorite candy.

You pulled away long enough to say, “dirty fucking girl.” You saw her eyes roll back into her head as you took her tongue in your mouth again and sucked it.

You moaned around her tongue as Azriel began pressing harder against your tight asshole. He began rubbing faster. You whimpered. You weren’t afraid to admit that it doesn’t take much to make you finish. But you also have a faster turnaround time than most. It helps that this sight, this situation was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

You let go of Feyre’s tongue. “Wanna sit on my face baby?” You asked Feyre as she pitched forward into your shoulder. “Huh? You can sit on my face while Az fucks me and you can suck Rhys’ cock. How does that sound?” You rubbed her even faster.

She let out a louder moan as you felt her thighs quiver around your hand.

“Or maybe you wanna see what the biggest wingspan feels like.” You grinned, you saw Rhys’ eyes flash a stormy violet. “His cock is so thick, baby.” You panted against Feyre’s temple. “You can feel every vein as you bounce. I bet it’d stretch you out so ni-“

You were cut off when someone threw you down on the bed. You looked up to see Rhys’ eyes pinning you down. One of his hands pinning both your wrists down. “Azriel.” Was all he said.

“Yeah?” He asked, still discombobulated from the shift in position.

“Pleasure my wife out while I eat yours out.”

Your husband, your mate, let out a dark chuckle. “As you wish, My Lord.” Your mate sent a gentle caress down the bond. It was almost mocking.

It was fucking hot.

Rhys let out his beast form enough that his wings spread even wider, his right hand that wasn’t holding your wrist turned into his beast claws. And his cock was a hard rod against your inner thigh.

“You know, it’s because of you my wife didn’t get to cum.” He said, one single talon cutting your shirt open. The cool air brushed against the swells of your tits. “If you just kept your fucking mouth shut, she would’ve finished.” He scolded as his wife's moans were in the background, you quickly glanced over Rhysand’s shoulder to see Azriel fingering his High Lady.

“Am I supposed to be sorry?” You cocked an eyebrow.

You had no idea what possessed you to say that to him. You’re only mouthy with Azriel, but not all the time.

You were in a brat mood because the next thing you said was, “you mad that out of all of us I got to fuck her first?”

“Are you always this mouthy?” He asked.

“You have no idea.” Azriel said, taking a break from sucking on Feyre’s tits and fingering her cunt. You were jealous of your husband. Feyre’s tits were spectacular.

Rhysand pinned your waist down and began mouthing at one of your tits. His tongue circled a nipple and he grazed his canine against it which caused your back to shoot up off the bed.

You felt Rhysands claws tap your mental shield, you let him in.

“Praise or degradation?” He switched to the other breast.

“Both. But, don’t overdo it with the name calling please.” You requested. You were bullied as a kid so name calling is a toughie to navigate.

“What words are you against?” He then tore the rest of your shirt off completely. The cool air causing goosebumps on your exposed skin.

“I don’t like being told I'm ‘just a cunt’. Degrade me by roughing me up. Praise my looks while you do it.”

His chuckle echoed in your mind, “oh I can certainly work with that.”

“These beautiful thighs are meant to be parted.” He said as he trailed down your curvy body. “Curves of a goddess too.” He pulled your granny panties off and threw them somewhere.

Azriel always told you how beautiful you were, but you weren’t gonna lie, hearing it from a guy like Rhysand was pretty nice too.

“The prettiest woman I've seen.” Feyre said off in the distance. She was moaning as well. You didn’t know what your mate was doing. But you knew it was good.

You hummed as he spread your legs, he blew on your clit and the air made your thighs twitch.

“Your stretch marks are so beautiful.” He said into your mind.

He licked a stripe between your folds and moaned. He started sloppily eating like a man starved. Your toes were curling, your heels pushing into his shoulder blades and pushing him further into you. Your hands curl into his hair.

“You taste like fucking heaven. Our perfect, beautiful, otherworldly little slut.”

“How does it feel knowing everyone in this room has tasted this perfect cunt?” The breath from him speaking felt like ecstasy as it went over your puffy red cunt.

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled back.

He pulls away and you whine, then squeak when he slaps your pussy. “I asked a question.” He was just adding fuel to the flame.

“It feels so fucking good. Like I'm a God.” You couldn’t help the truth bubbling out. Anything to get his tongue back inside you. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you were sure they could all hear it. You were a greedy little thing.

“You are a God, you are our God that tastes so fucking good it’s addictive.” He whispered as if the sentence was a prayer.

He then put his mouth to use. He rolled your bud around with his tongue. Having the raw, targeted motions made you more sensitive. Causing pleasurable shocks to go through your body.

“Only we get to make you feel like this, only us. You are ours.”

“Your curves, your plushness, Gods. Perfection.”

Right as your thighs began to shake, right as your stomach began to clench and twist, he stopped.

You could not help the whine. Feyre whined too. It seems the boys had planned something.

The little bitches had edged you both. “She’s ready for you.” Rhysand smirked at your husband, his lips coated in your slick.

Azriel grabbed your legs and pulled them onto his shoulders so quickly it caused you to yelp. The head of his cock slapping your pussy lips.

Feyre was then laid right next to you, both men were now on the bed on their knees.

Realization set in, these bastards were putting you two in mating presses.

Rhysand bent down to kiss his mate, when he pulled away, she smirked. “You taste so good with Y/N’s pussy smeared all over your lips. My new favorite dessert.”

Before you could see Rhysands reaction, Azriel pulled your attention towards him. “Look at you being the favorite slut of the group.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing which caused you to pitifully whine. “You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Azriel asked. “Show who has the biggest wingspan?”

“Mhm.” You whined again.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

And together, both him and Rhys, pushed into their wives pussies.

You let out a guttural moan as the delicious stretch came. Then the feeling of being pleasantly full. Almost to the point of too much. You couldn’t help the tears that came out of your eyes. Since the beginning of the night you’ve been pent up and to finally feel the release and that all the build up was coming to an amazing moment.

Your cunt greedily sucked him in, as if welcoming him home. “You’ve always been made for me.” You whispered. You two together were truly like a puzzle, the way your bodies reacted to each other was proof of that.

The fat head of his cock hit your g-spot and the world went white. Your gummy walls felt like heaven to him. And this felt like heaven to you.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he began pounding into you. He curled in on you, his arms came around to your back and up to your shoulders, holding you in place as his harsh thrusts dove into you. Azriel’s balls were slapping against your ass, a feeling that will never get old. His head going to your neck.

Sounds surrounded you, Azriels panting against your skin. Azriel and Rhysands grunts. The sounds of skin slapping, gasps and moans that fell from Feyres lips like a prayer. You could feel the sweat from your back clinging to the bedding on top. Azriels breath against your neck, adding to the pleasure. Your nails clawing at Azriels back.

The bed was moving with all four of you on it. You heard something in the frame snap but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the bed fell through the floor.

You turned your head to the side to see Feyre getting pounded into so hard her eyes were rolling back. Rhysand had pinned her hands to the bed with his own and practically flattened her against the bedding.

It was so fucking hot.

She turned her head, her mascara smeared and her lips puffy and red. Skin so beautifully flushed. You knew you looked the same to her. Beautiful. You two held eye contact as you were pounded within an inch of your lives, the act alone felt more intimate than kissing.

All of it together made the rope finally snap.

You clenched around your husband's cock hard. Hard enough that it caused him to gasp.

“Fuck, you always clench around me so good, baby. I’m almost there, yeah?” He murmured. Making sure it was okay to continue pounding into your g-spot.

“Use me, Azriel.” The overstimulation didn’t scare you. It thrilled you. You loved squirting and you were ready to do it. “Use me like a fucking toy.”

You didn’t know he could thrust harder in the moment, but he did. You held his sweaty head against your neck. It felt like he was going even deeper, which you didn’t know was possible. He bit into the area between your shoulder and neck, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

You heard Feyre’s tell-tale noise and then both her and Rhysand finished. You could tell based on their sounds and the smells.

Then you felt the tingly feeling of when you’re about to squirt. “Az.” You whined and clenched him hard.

His lips grazed your neck as he spoke. “I know, I’m there.” You felt his cock release and then let yourself go.

Your pussy clamped down on him so hard he groaned and collapsed on top of you. The release with Az always felt like you were reborn. Free. Cherished. You knew you had absolutely soaked Feyre and Rhysand’s bed, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Did so fucking good baby.” You said and kissed his temple.

Rhysand rolled over onto the other side of Feyre, Azriel eventually pulled out of you and just flopped on the other side of you. Rhysand snapped his fingers and all of you were in clean sheets and were clean. Still felt grimy but you could live with it until you could bathe. He had the courtesy to magic a blanket over the four of you.

The room was silent except for your panting.

“So.” Rhys began.

“We’re doing that again right?” Feyre finished.

“Yeah.” Azriel panted.

“Fuck yeah.” You agreed. “I already have ideas.”

Feyre snorted, “of course you do. Can’t wait for you to experience the wonders of Y/N’s perverted mind, babe.” She said and you heard her punch her husband's shoulder.

Azriel chuckled, “The shadows fucking her with Truthteller was her idea.”

“Fuck.”

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acofs #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #feysand #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #feysand x reader

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yanderemommabean · 2 years ago

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ive had a thought about yandere sugar daddy like 👀👀👀 the chaos but also yes pls take care of me hehe

You tell him to fuck off and he keeps coming back. You don’t want his money, you don’t ask for it, that night was just a one night stand but he doesn’t really take your answers unless it’s yes.

He insists. Persists more than anything. You thank him for the gifts and even send some back but he simply won’t back off.

You think maybe if you sleep with him again it’ll get out of his system, so you have an admittedly mind blowing and earth shaking night together, but by morning you suddenly have a few thousand in your bank account and a cheeky smile greeting you when you throw a mug towards him in the kitchen.

“Oh hello! Anyway so about your plans tomorrow- if I pay you now care to cancel them? I’d love to have that time for me and you, business trips over seas get me jittery and you know just how to fix me up”.

“I don’t want your money” you sneer, blanket wrapped around your body as you try and explain this as thoroughly as possible, to get it through his thick skull. “I thought big business men like you would love a no strings attached thing anyway! Look just- stop, stop with the finance and everything. I mean it’s appreciated but not wanted. How am I even supposed to explain this to my tax guys?!?”

All you get in return is a snort, the man just sips from his drink and shakes his head. “Seems I owe Victoria that dinner in Paris” he murmurs “I forget the common folk can’t just pay off any issues. But this is your chance isn’t it? Just a bit of fun between the two of us for a while? “

Something about those words seemed hollow at best. With how hard he worked to break your walls down and get you back in bed, you were sure there was more than just playful fun. No. Those eyes held something more sinister, more dangerous.

“Fine. I’ll give you three months and we’re done. I’m also changing my bank account information and getting a new one entirely” you say as you turn around to get dressed and not look like you went through a bad dry cycle in the laundry room. You were too exhausted to try and think of anything else to say to him anyway.

He just smirks, reaching to pull you a mug down that wasn’t shattered in the sink behind him. His fingers brush over the ceramic as he thinks about when to get a matching pair. Maybe for Christmas? Valentine’s Day? Whichever fits the best.

Oh you’re so cute to think you can set a deadline with him. So precious. No, you dear sweet succulent being, no. You’re his. He isn’t letting you go. If anything, since he finally lured you back, his grip is tighter, more possessive.

He wonders if you’ll like the room he’s planning on building soon. Just for you. Then while you’re with him he can spoil you as he pleases, you don’t get to turn off your phone and ignore him all day then.

He’ll get to lavish you like you deserve. Maybe even spoil himself too if he’s honest, as he has a bit of an addiction to watching you fall apart from his touch and his words. Your eyes just look so pretty when they roll back like that!

-Mommabean (shush I’m not unhinged you are! Totally! I’m sooo not foaming at the mouth for this pshh no way! )

#mommabean #yandere sugar daddy #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x reader

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bengals-barnesbabe · 9 months ago

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Fuck Your Status

Pair: FB!Joe Burrow x Black!Fem Reader

Descr: Self Care Sunday is taking a bit long, so here's a prelude to it that gives you a "basis" on their relationship.

TW: MDNI 18+ | smut, protected sex, p-in-v, jealous and possessive traits, bratty behavior, drinking, self centered!Joe. Joe's POV, next one is more reader. Not entirely proofread.

Babe's Version | Main Masterlist | Self Care Sunday

WC: 1.1k

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You’ve had my attention for months, like a strong obsession. I don’t know what happens to me when you’re around. Your pull isn’t supposed to be this strong. I just can’t stay away, and by the looks of it you can’t either.

Everyone in the room disappears when you walk in, we could be in a packed stadium and it’d still only be you and me, just like right now.

We’ve been here for less than an hour and the guys are already 2 bottles deep. Ja’Marr carried his celebrations to the center of club with a girl on each arm and another one on his front, he’s clearing having the time of his life. Tee brought a girl back to our section, both indulging on the free drinks being placed on the table.

While I’m sat on the opposite side of the couch nursing my second drink carefully. There’s always eyes on me, no matter where I go or what I’m doing. I should be able to enjoy our party, we did just beat the Chiefs and we’re AFC champs. But there’s too much at stake, then you waltzed in, completely ruining my plans.

Amber brown skin that sparkled in the low lighting, tight kinky curls pulled out of your feline features, glossy red lips plump and pulled up into a smile, and a little v cut black dress that hugged every curve. You looked downright sinful, I took a deep breath as my jeans started to feel tighter.

“You alright bro?” I looked over at the voice and noticed the slight smirk on his lips as his eyes flickered over in your direction as well. “Oh I didn’t she’d make it, I guess nurses do have off days.”

I chewed on my bottom lip and let out a breath. “You invited her. Why?”

Tee shrugged with a look that said I knew exactly why. “I mean we are AFC Champs right? Everyone deserves a celebration.” He winked then got up and walked off with his girl.

I scoffed and brought my drink to my lips. When I looked back over to you, your dark siren eyes were already on mine. My hands itched to touch your smooth skin, the way you sat on the barstool made the skirt of your dress disappear. Your legs, neck and breasts on display for everyone, like you weren’t going to end up under me by the end of the night. A smirk grew on your dark cherry red lips and you picked up a drink that matched your pout perfectly. We silently cheers from opposite ends of the club.

A grimace flexed my face as the dark liquor flowed down my throat. I shake the feeling off and look back over at the bar, but you was gone. Maybe it was for the better, I shouldn’t be seen with you anyway. Then a buzz came from my back pocket, a low chuckle erupted from my throat as I pulled my phone out.

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From: Lioness😈

Miss me 😋

To: Lioness😈

I can’t leave with you

From: Lioness😈

Who said anything about leaving? I just got here🙄

To: Lioness

I thought you had work

From: Lioness😈

I don’t tell you everything

To: Lioness😈

Whatever, where are you

From: Lioness😈

Now you wanna know😏

To: Lioness😈

Ive never seen that dress before

From: Lioness😈

It’s Tee’s fav

joe typing..

From: Lioness😈

Single stall women’s room, behind the wall 3rd door on your left

Threw the rest of my drink back, pushed my beanie low and left the section.

To: Lioness😈

Stay there

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Turning the corner, there was no one lingering in the hallway, surprisingly. I knocked on the door once and a bronzed hand came out and yanked me inside. Now up close, I could admire your perfectly feline features being beautifully emphasized by your makeup.

Another smirk graced your glossy lips. “I did not invite you here so you could just stare at me. I already know how fine I look, Higgins beat you to it.”

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, crowding you against the sink. Your smirk slowly disappeared as my hands gripped your waist and my lips dipped to your ear. “If I hear his name come out your mouth one more time, I’ll make you choke on it.”

I felt your heart patter against my chest and a shiver crawl up your spine. “Not so talkative now are you? Now who’d you wear this dress for?”

“No one- myself.”

“Yea I don't think so.” I pulled back and roughly turned you around, facing the mirror. I slid my hands down to your hips and shoved your ass against my crotch.

“Joey!” You yelled in a whisper, glaring at my reflection.

I smirked while palming your cheeks, “just tell me the truth, did you wear this-

My smirk dropped and eyes darkened, you looked into the mirror with those damn siren eyes again. Couldn't be innocent even if you tried, fucking minx.

I shoved the dress up and groaned when your bare ass was revealed. “Where are your damn panties?”

You leaned over to your purse on the floor and pulled out a black lace thong, waving it in the air. “You mean these? I got tired of them.”

Then flung them towards me, catching them I resist the urge to bring the lace to my nose and stuff them in my back pocket.

“You’re just asking to be punished aren’t you? You must really want someone to find us in here. Wanna get caught fucking Cincinnati's best quarterback?”

You roll your eyes, lifting your arms around the sink. “I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your damn status.”

I chuckle shoving you back down and tugging at my zipper. “Then why are you here?”

“So I could get fucked in the bathroom of a club by Cincinnati’s nerdiest white boy.” Locking eyes with you in the mirror, a small warmth burns in my chest.

“That’s your real status.”

“Well you’re right about one thing.” A low groan is released as my cock’s freed from its cage. Your hand comes up and holds a condom out to me. I rip the wrapper with my teeth and roll it on.

“I’m always right.” You say rolling your eyes, I return the gesture and smack your ass. “Ow!”

I rub the tender meat, massaging the fatty muscle then kick your legs open. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.”

The little angry look on your face almost make me laugh, like you don’t need me to fix your attitude and get you to actually calm down for once.

“Gladly.” I grin swiping my finger over your heat finding your essence just dripping down your thighs. ‘It’s been a week, but you’ll be fine,’ I think as a line myself up.

“Wait- fuck!”

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typewriterrejects · 1 month ago

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obedience training.

he just looks so cute at your mercy... how could you control yourself?

MDNI, 18+ ONLY

kaji ren x afab!reader, established relationship, aged-up characters, set in the future, probably ooc, softdom reader, crying/dacryphilia, 'puppy' as a petname, praise kink, possessive reader, reader pronouns not mentioned, edging, oral sex, brat taming if you squint, unsafe sex, creampie, hurt/comfort if you squint, fluff... until it's not

a/n: this is my first ever fic! anyways, ive been thinking abt making this boy cry for so long and couldn't find any fics like that so i figured i'd just do it myself :3 slutting this mf out.

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what has started off as a planned date night went sour very quickly. kaji had met you at cafe pothos, planning to go out for a nice dinner and a stroll to celebrate your six month anniversary.

the evening started off peacefully, walking arm in arm towards the restaurant. you talked his ear off about random topics the whole way--with anyone else, he would've been annoyed, snapping or turning his music up. but with you, he nodded and hummed around his sucker. one side of his headphones rested behind his ear, something he did only to listen to you. your voice was soothing to him, captured his attention better than any melody.

your little stroll went south when the two of you rounded a corner, stepping into a narrow street. there stood a shady looking man, hooded and leaning against the wall, smoking. kaji tensed, on high alert, feeling your grip on him tighten in response.

the man looked up, a slimy grin spreading across his face when he saw the two of you. he flicked his lit cigarette onto the ground as he opened his mouth to speak.

"oh? what have we got here? a little boy and a pretty little thing," the man leered at you as kaji stepped forward, blocking your body. sparks began to dance in his vision, as he felt pressure build in his ears.

"fuck off," kaji spat, jaw ticking. the candy under his teeth cracked, shattering into little cherry-flavored crystals, but he couldn't taste it. kaji knew he was close to losing his temper, blood began rushing in his ears. he barely registered the tug on his wrist, silently telling him to drop it and leave. just as kaji was about to turn, taut as a bowstring, the man shouted again.

"what? you scared? too pussy to put up a fight?" he taunted kaji, making him pause. he barely registered you whispering to him, talking about how "we can just take another route" and "it's fine, let's just go". but kaji didn't budge, his knuckles clenched white at his sides.

suddenly, he feels a pinch at his bicep, and looks down at you. your brows are furrowed, lips in an adorable pout as you whisper, rather harshly, "ren! let's go." he feels himself relax a little, looking at you. as he finally turns to leave, the man calls one last time.

"ha! so you are too pussy." his lecherous gaze focuses on you. "hey, sweetcheeks, let me know when you need a real man to fuck you good!"

kaji snaps.

before you can even blink, the man is on the ground and kaji is on top of him, growling in his face.

"fucking say that shit again. i dare you."

there's a sickening 'crunch!' as your boyfriend's fist connects with the man's jaw-- and then another, and another. frozen in shock, it takes a few seconds for you to process what just happened.

kaji hears you calling his name from somewhere behind him, but he doesn't process it. he feels the warm, familiar pressure of your hand, so small and fragile against his arm as he winds up to land another hit. "we are leaving."

his eyes snap up to yours-- dark and commanding as you pull kaji up and away from the man, now one with the asphalt. kaji sees your angry face, and all the guilt and shame of losing his temper hits him in one big wave as you drag him along by the wrist.

"we're going home." you growl in a low voice, and the shame multiples. kaji hangs his head as he silently follows you, thoughts swirling.

he hated feeling so out of control of his body. he hated that you had to see him like that. he hated that he had ruined your date night. he hated that you had to pull him out of it. he was pathetic- couldn't even control himself. you would probably leave him now.

he is so distracted by his own thoughts that he doesn't even realize that you've already arrived at your shared apartment, nor has he noticed the bloody scrapes on his knuckles. you silently sit him down on the couch, as he finally raises his head to look at you, sick with guilt.

he is so cute like this, it hits you like a truck. you bite back a smile, struggling to keep a straight face, as you stand to get the first aid kit.

kaji watches you pad around the apartment like a dejected puppy, before you return with the little box of bandages and disinfectants. kaji avoids your gaze as you his hand to treat his scrapes, only just noticing his own injuries when the alcohol stings.

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how could you stay mad at him? not when he just looks so adorable, tearing up as you kiss his bandaged knuckles. you feel your anger dissolve just looking at him. his guilt is so palpable- if he had a tail, it'd be tucked between his legs. he cowers in front of you, and something inside you stirs. you pull him into a hug, pressing his head into your chest, speaking into his hair.

"thank you for defending me today. i just wish you wouldn't hurt yourself like this."

his stiff body relaxes at your gentle tone, melting into your embrace and wrapping his arms around you as you pet his hair. you watch as he lifts his head, meeting your gaze with this own teary one. his voice is small when he finally breaks the silence.

"...i'm sorry. i'm sorry i ruined our date. i'm sorry for making you worry, i'm sorry for snapping." his voice cracks a little as he speaks.

your eyes focus on his pitiful face, shame oozing off of him as you stroke his hair. you can't stop the giggle that slips out, and for a brief moment, confusion flits across kaji's face amidst the shame.

"sorry--you just look so cute right now," you explain, "you're like a little puppy dog." you stroke his head again and he leans into your hand.

you hear his breath hitch before he grumbles, "the fuck does that mean? im not your dog." despite his harsh words, a blush dusts his cheeks and he settles back into your chest, his weight pressing you further into the cushions.

you giggle again, cupping his face to pull him into a kiss. he kisses back, though somewhat hesitantly as his guilt lingers.

your tongue darts out to lick at his lips and he opens his mouth to let you in. you press harder into him, suddenly aware of every part of your bodies that touch.

what was a sweet, forgiving kiss becomes hungry and desperate. you feel his tongue licking into your mouth as he grows more confident, and you nip at his lip in return.

you pull away and his lips chase you. you take a moment to observe your work, seeing his swollen, pink lips, glossy with your combined saliva. there's lipstick smudged around his mouth and his chest is heaving. his eyes are teary- he looks pitiful. you cant get enough of it.

he is positively breathless when you push him back onto the couch, straddling his lap. he whines at the pressure as you perch yourself directly on his bulge. gasps and heavy breathing fill the room as you lean down to mouth at his neck, littering lovebites and only stopping to pull his hoodie over his head.

you feel his hands rest on your hips, before wandering up to paw at your ribs, your sides, your ass- really any place he can can reach. you lean back, hearing him whine again, following by a hitched breath when you pull your own shirt off.

he reaches up to palm at your breasts, but you swat his hands away.

you level him with a sultry look when you lean down to whisper in his ear. "hands to yourself, puppy."

his gaze darkens and he grumbles, but with another pointed look, he obeys. you bring his hands down to rest at your hips, and slowly begin rolling against him.

the pressure of the rough denim against both of you is intoxicating, your own breath grows heavy. your feel kaji's grip tighten on your hips, pulling you into him while he grinds back.

eventually, kaji's eyes flutter closed as he moans.

"ah- fuck, babe, just like that."

you force your hips to a full stop. he looks up at you with a whine, brows furrowed as you lift yourself off of his lap.

wordlessly, you strut into the bedroom, peeling off clothing along the way. you throw a glance over your shoulder, seeing his dumbfounded face, before he moves to follow you.

by the time you make it to the bed, you're both bare and breathless. you lay down and he follows you with a languid crawl. you stop him before he gets too close with a foot against his chest.

"be a good puppy and lay down" you command. he listens, eyes fixated on you as he settles on his back. you watch his eyes grow dark again when you straddle his narrow hips, hands returning to palm at your bare hips.

in one quick motion, you have both wrists above his head. you lean in to his face, voice sharp as you speak.

"what did i say, puppy? hands to yourself."

you grab his jaw as you speak, forcing his mouth open before spitting into it.

"you listen to me." you growl, patting his cheek. his eyes are glazed over and his cheeks have bloomed a fantastic red by now. before he can respond, you're repositioning yourself, sitting on his chest and caging his head with your thighs.

you lift yourself up, hovering just above his face. you feel him tense up beneath you, but he makes no effort to break free from your grasp-- despite both you knowing that he could easily overpower you. finally, you speak,

"now, be a good puppy and lick."

with no hesitation, kaji cranes his neck and licks up into you. he eats you out like a man starved, drunk off of the little moans and gasps you let slip. you let go of his wrists in favor of grabbing fistfuls of his hair. his hands land on your hips, guiding you into rolling grinds against his mouth.

he alternates between flicking your sensitive clit with his tongue and licking fat stripes up your entire cunt. he drinks up everything you give him, relishing in your flavor, in your sounds.

that familiar knot get tighter in your stomach, hurtling you towards your limit. your legs begin to quake beside his head as you flutter and clench on nothing, babbling praise for him-- "oh my ren, such a good boy, such a perfect boy."

finally, you reach your peak, flying off the edge as waves of pleasure rip through you. kaji helps you ride it out, mesmerized by the look on your face as you finish. he laps up everything you have to offer, still gripping your hips as he feels himself throb.

his hips buck into empty air as you slowly come down from your high. you look at his pitiful face as he lets out a whine, face flushed with need. he looks so desperate, you tease him a bit more-

"baby, whats wrong? tell me what you need." you look at him with fake concern, just wanting to rile him up some more. he furrows his brows before he snaps back at you, "you know exactly what i want, stop being a fucking tease."

your face hardens at his words, and you move down his body, tracing your hands down his abdomen.

"you think i'm being a tease? i can show you what a tease does."

his breath hitches as you settle between his legs, reaching out to give his cock a languid stroke. it's flushed an angry red, precum already dribbling from the tip. his breath grows shaky as you lean close, licking up the salty precum. just as he opens his mouth to bark at you, you push your head down, taking as much as you can before it tickles the back of your throat.

the words die in his throat, leaving only a strangled groan as you work your jaw, tongue licking up and down his shaft. your hand languidly pumps whatever doesn't fit. his hand flies down to your head, gripping your hair and pushing you down further. with every push, you slow your pace, leaving kaji breathless and increasingly desperate as he whines for more. you pull off of him, giving him a final suck, relishing in the whimper he offers you.

"good puppies listen, don't they, ren? do you wanna be a good puppy and get a reward?" you say, offering him a lick. to your surprise, he gives in, gasping at the warmth your plush tongue offers. he nods, slowly at first, then harder as you lick some more. you pull back again, blowing cold air on his tip.

"use your words, ren."

"y-yes, baby. i'll be a good puppy, i'll listen."

"good boy"

with that, you stand up, straddling his hips. you rest your weight on him, letting him feel the heat and wetness of your dripping cunt. after a few lazy rolls of your hips, you lift yourself up and fist his cock to line him up. he watches you with bated, shaky breath as you work yourself down on his length, whining as you take the last few inches.

after what feels like an eternity, you manage to take him entirely, hips flush against one another. you sit still, adjusting to the fullness, as kaji begins to whine.

"agh- tight. so fucking tight, please move, please." he begs while you look at him with a cold gaze, frowning.

"what did i tell you? you listen to me," you reprimand, still as a statue.

tears well up in his eyes as he looks at you, oh-so frustrated. eventually, you start moving, slowly, selfishly, seeking only your own pleasure. you grind on his lap, making sure to hit the spot that makes you see stars. you swat his hands away as he reaches to touch your hips, forcing him to watch you use him for your own pleasure. as you feel that coil tighten in your stomach, you bring a hand down to your clit, rubbing and flicking just to torture him some more, making a show of your gasps and moans, praising him for being 'so good, so perfect'. his gasps and whines match yours, increasing intensity as you ride him. he feels you coming close, feels the flutter and clench of your sweet cunt as you ride him, pace faltering when your thighs tremble.

after a few more beats, your orgasm washes over you with the force of a tidal wave. it rips a loud moan from your chest. your cunt gushes all over kaji, fluids leaking down his balls onto the sheets as you pause, catching your breath.

you're still sat on his pulsing length when your vision clears enough to get a good look at him. he's fully crying by now, fat tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he frowns, chest heaving. something in you snaps, and you can't control yourself, moving forward to press your lips to his in a wet, messy kiss. he whimpers against your lips, hands tracing your hips, hesitant to grab you. you pull back, kissing a salty tear on his cheek.

"im sorry, baby. tell me what's wrong." you murmur against him, cupping his face, wiping his tears with your thumbs.

"m'so close. i just- hic!- jus' wanna cum." he almost sobs, burying his face into your shoulder.

in that moment, he is just so pitiful, so adorable, you can't help but give in to him.

you grab his hands, kissing his palms and bringing them to rest on your hips. he looks at you, hopeful and breathless, before you speak,

"it's ok, puppy. it's your turn now, take what you need."

his face lights up, and not a full second passes before he is bucking into you. his grip on your waist is bruising, dragging you up and down his cock, battering your insides with each thrust. you feel him hit that sensitive spot with each thrust, seeing stars. his blunt cockhead bruises your cervix every time he bottoms out, as a lewd squelch fills the room.

all you could hear was the sound of your own rasping breath, lungs heaving as kaji drove you closer and closer to yet another climax. kaji's own moans and groans reverberated, overlapping with the wet smack of skin on skin.

he babbles as you bounce on him, yapping about how you 'squeeze so good on me, baby', and 'your pussy is so perfect, sucking me in'. you babbled back, delirious praise and moans leaving your mouth, as the two of you writhed against each other, fucked stupid.

you look down at him, vision blurring with the pleasure rolling through you. you feel pressure building in your abdomen, driving you crazy. kaji looks positively fucked, staring back at you, eyes glazed over while his bangs stick to his forehead, damp with sweat.

the words are out of your mouth before you even finish thinking them.

"ah- puppy, im close, im so close, say you're mine, tell me you're mine," you gasp, clutching onto kaji's chest for dear life, as he fucks the brains out of you.

kaji's eyes blow wide, and he seems to fuck you with renewed vigor. he opens his mouth to respond, sucking in a shaky breath.

"i'm yours," he nearly sobs into you, "all yours, only yours, please!"

his pussy drunk babbling is what throws you over the edge. you feel the knot snap, suddenly you're convulsing all over kaji's cock. it's the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, gushy cunt squirting all over kaji's torso while he grimaces at the vice grip you have on him.

his hips never stop, fucking you through your orgasm while you go boneless, moaning in his lap. after a few pumps, he feels himself cresting as well. you praise him through it, stupidly blubbering, going on about how he's 'such a good boy, the best puppy.'

he finally reaches his limit when you fall forward, crying, "i'm yours, i'm all yours, please, i want you to fill me!"

with a strangled moan, he explodes inside of you, throbbing and twitching as you moan together. shallowly thrusting to fully milk himself, kaji cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a wet kiss while you twitch and clench on him.

coming down from your high, you slump against your boyfriend, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. bashfully, you look up at him, guilt etched across your face.

"i'm sorry... i was too hard on you, wasn't i?" you looked away afraid to meet his gaze when you feel a quick puff come from his puff.

"nah, i kind of deserved it," your eyes snap up, only to find him looking away as he continues with a blush, "kind of liked it too... y'know, you're really sexy when you get all dominant like that..."

you giggle at his bashful reaction, finding the courage to press a sweet kiss to his cheek before snuggling into his chest.

while it wasn't what you had planned, you didn't think this was a bad way to spend your anniversary: basking in the afterglow of some great sex with your adorable boyfriend. you decided that clean-up could wait till later, choosing to doze off on your boyfriend's chest instead. you felt kaji press a kiss to the top of your head before you drifted off completely.

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rollingsins · 2 years ago

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all hers, part xix

summary: Vindicated, Tara comes back home.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of murder. Smut: strap-sex, pussy-eating, light choking, possessiveness.

word count: 4.7k

a/n: i'm alive! and pookie is free! thanks for all the love and patience with this chapter, hope you all enjoy :))))

You ride with Sam to the police station.

What you thought would feel like a euphoric victory suddenly feels hollow.

There’s two.

Of course. Why wouldn’t there be? It was always two. And you’d just murdered someone’s partner in crime, no doubt there would be retribution.

It feels different this time.

Wes had sent you spiraling, but Richie’s death leaves you almost unperturbed.

He’d tried to kill Tara. Take her away from you.

And you’d given him exactly what he deserved. The justice he thought he was delivering to you.

It’d be scary, your nonchalance towards murder, if you didn’t have much more pressing matters. Namely, your girlfriend sitting in a five by seven jail cell.

She’s still in there when you arrive.

You can see her looking over at you through the bars.

She looks terrible. Dark circles under her eyes, messy, tufted hair. She’s very the same clothes as she’d been brought in with and she’s staring right back at you, something in her face akin to fury and relief all at once.

When they finally draw her through the doors she all but knocks you over in her flurry to get to you.

You gasp. She’s tiny, but she lifts you off the ground with no qaulms. Presses you down and kisses you, a little rough.

Then she drops you and rounds on Sam.

“What the hell were you thinking?” She snarls.

“I was thinking my baby sister is in jail and I needed to get her out.” Sam answers, smoothly. She presses a hand to Tara’s cheek, rubs at one of the circles under her eyes, “Are you okay?”

“No I’m not okay,” Tara snaps, batting her hand away, “I gave you one job and you-”

“-Killed him,” You interject. You draw her in closer, try and soothe her with a kiss, “It’s okay, baby. We got him.”

One of them, is what you should say, but Tara’s so anxious you think it might send her right off the edge.

She looks over at you, look in her eyes frosty.

“Don’t even get me started on you,” She says, voice curt, “You’re in so much trouble. If you think I’m letting you out of my sight ever again-”

“I was worried about you too, baby.” You press a kiss to her hand, “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Sam drives.

Tara pulls you into the back seat with her, tugs you into her lap and pulls the belt around both of your bodies.

You would think she’d been gone six months and not six hours by the way she kisses you. Desperately. Needy. Her hands roam wildly, like her sister isn’t in the front seat.

Sam clears her throat.

“Can you two not fuck in the back seat of my car?” She asks, “I just had the leather reupholstered.”

It’s a perfectly reasonable request, but Tara glares at her like she’s just killed her puppy.

“How could you not know you were fucking Ghostface this entire time?” Tara asks, gripping your hips, “You brought him into our lives, Sam, jesus.”

You press your hands to Tara’s face, smooth her dark hair back.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Sam says, voice quiet.

“Tara,” You whisper into her ear, “Your sister has just been betrayed by someone she thought she loved. A little empathy wouldn’t hurt.”

Tara’s quiet a long moment.

Then she kisses your cheek.

“Sorry,” She says to Sam, somewhat awkwardly, “I know it must be a shock. It’s not your fault, Sam. Are you okay?”

Sam peers into the backseat, face awash with surprise at Tara’s newfound empathy.

“Don’t worry about me,” She says, “What we should be worried about is his partner. Mindy’s right, Richie wasn’t Ghostface the night he attacked you. It was someone else.”

You fiddle with Tara’s fingers, nervously. The very thought of there being someone else who wanted to hurt Tara out and about and walking around in the world made you want to cry.

Tara rubs your back, reassuringly.

“So we’ll catch whoever it is and dig them a grave next to Richie,” She says, more to you than Sam. She presses a kiss to your cheek and lowers her voice, “Are you good, baby?”

She’s referring to the murder you’d just committed, no doubt.

She has fears you’ll freak out again and jet off to a cabin with your family like last time, you can tell by the look in her eyes.

But Richie isn’t Wes.

Richie was guilty, and somehow it makes all the difference.

“I’m fine, Tara.” You assure. You press a lingering kiss to her lips for good measure, “I’m just happy you’re coming home.”

“It should have been me who did it,” She says, eyes mournful, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You can feel a pair of eyes on you. You clear your throat, tilt your head into Tara’s neck. Sam’s watching, eyes squinted from the front seat. Like she has questions she needs answered.

“Richie said you deserved to pay,” Sam says after a long moment. She’s looking at the two of you through the rearview mirror, a little confused, “He said if I knew what you did in your spare time, I wouldn’t be trying to protect you. What did he mean?”

You swallow. Tara tilts back in her seat.

“Who knows what he meant?” Says Tara, “The guy was a nutjob. Maybe I told him to fuck off out of my house one too many times.”

Sam hums.

“You were a little harsh on him.” She says, absent-mindedly.

Tara balks.

“A little harsh on him? He was Ghostface, Sam.” She all but hisses.

Sam waves her hand.

“We didn’t know that at the time.” She says,.

“You didn’t know that at the time,” Tara says, crossing her arms, “I knew it from the minute YN was attacked.”

She did, you remember all at once. So much could have been avoided if you had just believed her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take you more seriously, babe.” You say, pressing your hands to her cheek. She leans up and kisses you.

You press your nose to hers.

“Was it horrible?” You ask, brushing the hair out of her face, “Jail?”

Tara brushes it off.

“It was fine,” She says, “It was fine until I heard over the radio there had been an attack at the school.”

You kiss her, soft.

“I’m sorry, babe,” You say, “It was the only way to get you free. And it worked.”

“You broke your promise to me, Sam,” Tara says, an edge to her voice, “You promised me you wouldn't lead her into danger.”

“I’m sorry, Tara,” Sam says, “I knew it was the only way you’d go without a fight.”

“You lied to me.” Tara says, and you squeeze her hand.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Sam says.

She parks the car, looks over at her sister.

Tara clicks her seatbelt off.

“Whatever,” Tara says, “But if you think I’ll trust you with her ever again-”

“I’m not a dog, Tara,” You say, frowning, “Going there was my choice too.”

“And you need to promise me you’ll never do something like that again.” Tara says, voice serious. She holds out her hand, “Please baby. Do you have any idea what I’d do if I lost you?”

“I thought I’d lost you.” You say. You press into her side, kiss her once more, “I thought the Sheriff had taken you away from me for good.”

“She’ll never keep me away from you.” Tara says, voice stern. She presses a long kiss to your forehead.

“As sweet as this is,” Sam says, tilting her head to the porch, “We’ve got a welcome party.”

Chad, Liv and Mindy are waiting by the porch when you enter.

You let them all in, watch as Sam triple locks the doors, and head to the den where Mindy sets up camp once again.

She has a fresh powerpoint with a list of suspects. It’s a little impressive - and Sam rushes off to the kitchen to fix Tara a meal as you all settle down.

“What was prison like, Tara?” Liv asks, wide-eyed, “Did you have to join a gang?”

“I was there for less than six hours, Liv.” Tara says sounding exasperated, “And they didn’t take me to prison. Not a real prison. Just the holding cell in the Sheriff’s office.”

Liv nods, seriously.

“I’ve heard in prison you have to exchange what you have for what you want,” She says, “We can bring you cigarettes, if you go back. My cousin Tammy said she exchanged sexual favors with some of the guards so she could get extra time on the phones.”

Tara looks aghast.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks Liv.” She says, nose wrinkled.

You climb into her lap, kiss her softly.

“She’s not going back there, Liv.” You say, “They have Richie now. He’s to blame for the killings.”

“But he’s not the only one,” Mindy says, voice serious, “And that brings me to my presentation.”

She clicks play.

Tara rolls her eyes.

It’s a series of floating images; faces. Yours, Tara’s, Richie’s, Sam’s.

It has everything. The exact times of the attacks. The weapons. The final slide is a picture of Richie, side by side with a giant gray question mark.

“Richie has a partner,” Mindy says, “But the question is - who?”

“Who was Richie close with?” Chad asks, sitting up.

“No-one.” Tara says, “He stayed at home all day playing video-games in his boxers. He didn’t have any friends.”

“He had at least one friend.” Mindy says, lowering her voice. She jerks her head towards the kitchen, where Sam is preparing food.

Tara groans.

“Mindy, not this again-”

“It works.” Mindy says, voice hushed, “My baby-sitter theory. She comes back into town, the attacks start happening. We catch her boyfriend red-handed-”

“You’re forgetting one thing,” You say. Mindy tilts her head, “Sam was in on the plan. To catch Ghostface. If she was in it with Richie, why would she let him get caught?”

Mindy pauses.

“Maybe she was sick of him?” She suggests, “Maybe she wanted to break up with him but didn’t know how to do it?”

“So she had him murdered?” Tara asks, eyebrow raised.

“If she is Ghostface, she’s a psycho, Tara.” Mindy insists, “If she’s Ghostface she’s trying to kill her own sister. Why not her boyfriend?”

“This is stupid,” Tara says, sounding tired, “Sam’s not Ghostface. She’s my sister. I think I know my own sister.”

“I thought I knew Richie,” Sam says. Your head jerks over to her. She’s leaning against the doorframe, frown on her face.

“Sam.” Mindy says, blinking, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Sam gives her a look.

She settles down against the couch, beside Liv.

“It’s fine,” She says, “I get it. I’d suspect me too.”

“No one suspects you, Sam,” You offer, “Mindy just gets over-excited. Right, Mindy?”

“I’m just considering all the options,” Mindy says, voice a little high.

“And you should,” Sam says, “Right now, we should suspect everyone. Everyone except Tara and YN.”

Silence fills the room.

Chad looks up.

“What if it’s Wes?” He suggests, a little hesitant. Mindy stares. Your heart flips at his name. Suddenly, your hands are clammy. Tara squeezes your hip, subtle as can be.

“Wes?”

Chad shrugs.

“They never found a body. They never even found evidence of a crime. What if he skipped town, faked his own disappearance to get off the radar?”

“I really doubt that, Chad.” Tara says.

“Why would Wes want to hurt Tara and YN?” Sam asks with a frown, “You guys were friends, right?”

“Right.” You say, voice a little tight.

“Wes had a crush on YN, everyone knew that,” Chad says, shrugging, “Maybe that’s why this Ghostface hates Tara so much.

At this, Tara’s head snaps around.

“What?”

Chad blinks.

“Yeah. I thought you knew?” He says, head tilted. He looks over to Mindy, “Right?”

Mindy nods, stern.

“Everyone knew.”

You wince as Tara’s hand tightens around your waist.

“Well, no-one told me.” Tara says, eyes ablaze. She looks over to you, face enraged, “Babe, did you know?”

“Of course not.” You say. You squeeze her hand, try to calm her down, “It’s Wes, babe. He never would have done anything.”

And he’s dead. You leave that bit unsaid.

It doesn’t seem to help. You recognize it immediately. It’s the Rage taking over. Tara’s chest heaves. Her eyes spark like fire.

“Asshole.” She gasps, “Fucking asshole. He was supposed to be my friend-”

“Tara, it’s not his fault,” Liv says. She reaches out to touch Tara’s arm but Tara retracts like Liv’s burned her, “Really. You can’t help who you fall for.”

“You can not have a crush on my girlfriend.” Tara says, sounding outraged. She looks around the room, to the sea of taken aback faces, “Anyone else have a crush on YN? Mindy? Chad?”

“No.” They both say flatly, in unison.

“Baby-” You touch her again, but she’s too far gone to reason with.

“Sam? You’ve all but moved in. Made best friends with her parents. Do I have to worry about you as well?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Tara.” Sam says, rolling her eyes, “Can we focus? What do the police have on Wes?”

“Nothing,” Mindy says, sounding a little gloomy, “No body, no evidence. I mean, they arrested Tara for his death so I guess he’s assumed dead?”

“Put him on the slideshow.” Chad says, sitting up, “If we’re considering everyone, that is.”

The rest of the afternoon is almost unbearable.

Mindy and Chad bicker over who their top candidates are. Sam joins in, here and there.

And Tara sits, arms crossed, pouting like a storm cloud ready to spark lightning over everyone.

Chad and Mindy are halfway through an argument about what the next plan should entail when Tara stands suddenly, bringing you up with her.

“It’s been a long day, can you all please leave, now?” She says, abruptly.

Mindy looks over to her, apprehension on her face.

“Tara, is that a good idea? I mean, with Ghostface still out there and all? He could be back again tonight.”

“We’ve got enough locks to house a small prison and Sam walking about with an arsenal like she’s Lara Croft. I think we’ll be fine.” Tara says, sounding tired.

Chad looks over to Liv, touches her head.

“You want us to stay?” He suggests, “We could all camp out in the living room, like a sleepover.”

“We’re good, thanks Chad.” Tara says, voice firm. She’s still annoyed, you can tell by the tone in her voice. What had been an offhand remark about Wes for Chad she’d been toiling with for the last two hours - you can tell by the look in her eye.

“Are you sure?” Chad presses, “If Ghostface attacked you again and we could have done something about it-”

Tara cuts him off, voice curt, “I said, we’re fine, Chad. Besides, I’m about to nail my girlfriend and would rather you weren’t all down here listening.”

“Tara.” You hiss, mouth open. Sam wrinkles her nose and sees herself back off to the kitchen.

But it works.

Chad blinks back at her, and without a word, leads Liv and Mindy to the door.

And then Tara takes you by the hand and all but drags you upstairs.

There’s a dangerous look in her eye. Foreboding, almost. Her shoulders are drawn, her eyebrows knit tight in a frown.

It’s The Rage.

And you need to get rid of it, fast, before she does something she’ll regret.

“He’s dead, babe.” You say as she closes the door. You reach for her, but she withdraws from you, instead moving over to the window, watching her friends leave.

You’re exhausted. The day has been brutal - the morning worrying about Tara and the afternoon putting a bullet through Richie’s brain. You want to collapse onto the bed, take Tara into your arms and not think about the days to come.

The days to come with another Ghostface to contend with.

But Tara has other plans.

She’s pacing. Like she’s about to put on her Ghostface outfit and pry Wes’ body out of the river she threw him in.

“How did I not know?” She says, eyebrows pinched, “Babe, if I didn’t know about him, who else do I not know about?”

She chews her lip.

“Mindy, I bet it’s Mindy. Mindy has a crush on you. Chad too, why not? He’s all brawn and thinks he can get any girl in this town. Hell, I bet Liv’s thought about you too.”

“Liv’s straight.” You say, voice stern, “And you sound crazy right now.”

She looks over at you, eyes wild.

“Do you like Mindy?” She asks, moving a little closer, “Do you think she’s cute? Would you fuck her, if I wasn’t around? Would you leave me for her?”

She’s tiny, 5’1, but at the moment she looks seven feet tall. Shoulders drawn, she almost towers over you.

Menacing.

“Tara, you’re scaring me.” You say, taking a step back.

She blinks. And then drops her shoulders.

“Sorry,” She says, after a moment, “I’m sorry, babe.”

She brings her hands to her own face, and then sinks down into her mattress.

“It’s taking over me, I can feel it.” She says, sounding mournful, “I’m trying to fight it, baby, I am.”

You swallow. Move over to her and wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“It’s okay, Tara,” You say, “Look at me.”

She looks up, brown eyes wide. It’s still there, The Rage, you can see it swimming in her eyes. You lean down and press a kiss to her lips.

“I don’t want anyone else, it doesn’t matter who it is,” You say, voice firm, “So tell The Rage to fuck off. It isn’t needed. No one is going to take me from you.”

You kiss her again. Her hands grip around your waist, holding you tight.

“Promise?” She asks. She looks so vulnerable. Like a child asking for her favorite toy. Her brown eyes are wide, mournful.

“Promise.” You whisper and kiss her once more.

She sighs against your lips.

You curl your hands around her neck.

She feels so good against you. Warm and solid and there. Not in a jail cell, facing life in prison. With you, under you, where she belongs.

You push her back onto the bed and climb on top of her.

You missed her. Less than six hours and you missed her. Like someone had cut off your arm or something much worse.

Your kisses climb. You slip your knee between her thighs and press down onto her.

She squeezes your hips. You slip your tongue between her lips. You move your body against hers.

Her smell, her taste encompasses you.

You move your hands down to her waistband. Fumble with the buttons on her jeans as you hurry to slide them off her.

You manage to half pry them down her legs before she’s rising up and flipping you over onto your back.

If getting you naked was an olympic sport - she’d win gold every time.

You don’t even know how she does it so quickly.

A single tilt of her wrist and your bra is unclipped, your shirt being pulled off in one quick swipe. Then, your skirt. Down your legs with your underwear faster than you can moan her name.

She has the precision of a sniper.

She spreads your bare legs and clambors between them, helping out your fruitless attempts to get her out of her shirt in seconds.

Then she’s back on top of you, warm, naked, kissing you like she’s still in prison and you’re her last meal.

She juts her hips out, hits you in just the right spot.

You curl your hand around her neck, fingers gripping at her dark hair. Her lips don’t give you a moment to breathe. She’s kissing you desperately, hands on your hips, gently thrusting into you in that way that makes you soak.

You moan her name, once, twice, before she’s pressing a final kiss to your lips and moving down your body to curl her hands around your thighs.

It’s embarrassing the way she never needs to tease you.

You lean back into the mattress, close your eyes as you feel her lips press to your inner thighs.

“Mmm.” She murmurs as she grazes her lips over the inside of your thighs, “Looks like someone’s ready for me.”

“Shut up.” You say, touching the back of her head, trying to press her into where you need her the most.

“That’s not a very nice way to talk to your girlfriend,” She teases. She darts her tongue out, smoothes over the milky skin of your inner thigh. You let out a harsh sigh, thighs closing around her shoulders.

“Baby, please.” You beg.

She smiles. Presses one last kiss to your thigh.

“That’s better,” She says, “Missed you too, babe.”

Her tongue works against your folds, darting and licking up traces of your arousal like a hungry cat lapping at its milk.

You lean back onto the mattress and sigh, taking your own breasts in your hands.

It isn’t long before she’s trailed her way up to your clit, licking gently in the kind of way that makes you ache with desire.

You curl your hands in her hair and moan, softly.

She presses a final loving kiss to your thigh before she’s moving up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. You make a noise of protest, but she leans down and quiets you with her lips.

Then she’s retracting, eyebrows raised.

“Fingers or strap?” She’s asking, eyes dark like she already knows the answer.

“Strap.” You all but beg, and she gives you a wicked smile before rolling over and fumbling through your top drawer.

Sam’s still downstairs, you think vaguely as you watch Tara slip into the harness. Sam’s downstairs and Tara’s looking at you like she’s about to make you scream so loudly the neighbors might complain.

Tara climbs between your legs, a dirty grin on her face.

She’s reaching over your body for the lube bottle but you touch her hand.

“We don’t need it,” You say, voice graveled. She ducks down and kisses you.

“We need it,” She promises. She bites at your bottom lip, a little playful, “I’m about to fuck you so hard and I want you nice and wet and ready to take it. I love you baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You groan.

She coats the tip of the dildo, then reaches her hands between your legs to massage it into you. You let out a sharp gasp at the cool of the liquid, but she makes it better instantly. Thumb on your clit, rubbing slightly and she sinks her fingers inside you.

“Good?” She teases as you flush red.

You’re in no mood for joking. You grab at the head of the dildo and tug her forward, pulling her on top of you and taking her lips in a desperate kiss. She slips her tongue into your mouth, distracted, only slightly, before she’s spreading your legs with her knees and reaching between her own legs to guide herself inside.

Her mouth presses against your neck.

You gasp as you feel it: the tip of her cock against your entrance, her hands around your hips keeping you from running from her. She sinks in slowly, biting her own lip as she looks down to admire her work.

The stretch feels incredible. You dig your nails into the skin of her biceps, tilting your head back onto the pillows as she fills you up to the hilt.

She’s still a moment, letting you adjust, before she’s leaning down once again to kiss you.

“Does that feel good?” She murmurs, pressing her nose to yours.

You nod. Curl your hands around her shoulders, burying your face in her neck.

“Tell me.” She insists, tilting your face back up to her.

“It feels really good, baby.” You say, voice high. She kisses you once, and then jerks her hips back.

“Fuck.” You gasp.

Her hands grip tight suddenly around your neck and your stomach flips. She thrusts her hips towards you, pulling back slightly to build a steady, hard rhythm.

You’d gasp but her fingertips are tight around your neck, eyes ablaze with lust, and want and the kind of possessiveness that makes you spread your legs a little wider.

“Nobody else will fuck you this good,” She says, jerking her hips forward once more, “Nobody. Not Mindy and her micro-strap, not Chad and his carrot dick and certainly not my sister and her-”

“Can we not talk about your sister when we’re fucking?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

Tara slams into you a little harder, making you cry out.

If Sam didn’t know what the two of you were doing up here, she certainly does now.

But Tara doesn’t care. She pounds into you, her slow rhythm out the window.

“Tell me you’re mine.” She growls. Her hands are back around your neck, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Tara, only you.” You gasp.

“Good girl,” She purrs. She drops her hands from your neck and leans down to kiss you, slow, “That’s my good girl.”

She pulls back slightly, and you groan as part of her length slips out of you. She hushes you with a gentle squeeze to your thigh, before she’s taking your legs in hand and placing them over her shoulders.

She slides back into you, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips. The position means she’s so deep it almost hurts. Her belly presses flush against your own, her hips moving only slightly as she settles into place.

You reach out to touch her face, curl your hand around her cheek as you tug her down to kiss her. She shifts her hips slightly and it makes you gasp.

You moan her name again.

She kisses you fiercely, and you know that kind of kiss. It’s the kind she gives you before she’s about to let loose on you. It’s like a warning, and it makes you flood with arousal and grip the back of her neck tighter.

She pulls back from your lips, eyebrows furrowed, determined look in her eyes, and then she’s holding onto your thighs and fucking you as hard and fast as her hips will move.

The bed frame squeaks. She’s gasping, you’re moaning, the only kind of choir that could ever make you believe in God.

It builds in you quickly - her furious fucking, the sight of her red lips and messy, hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead.

You cry out, gasp her name and then stars are exploding behind your eyes as you cum. She grips your thighs, tight, not far behind. With a final messy thrust, her eyes are clamping shut as she gasps out and collapses against your body.

Your ears ring. You wrap your arms around her body, press a kiss to her sweaty forehead, rubbing her back as she comes down.

“I love you.” You murmur, “And I missed you so much.”

She kisses you.

“It was only six hours, babe.” She says, voice playful.

“Worst six hours of my life.” You say.

Her eyes sparkle. She nudges her nose against yours.

Then, sparking you out of your love-filled bliss, there’s a knock at the door.

“Tara. YN’s parents will be home any minute,” It’s Sam, sounding aggrieved, “You’re making the ceiling shake and the two of you sound like something out of a bad 80s porno. You might want to tone it down a bit.”

Tara rolls her eyes.

Embarrassment flushes through you. It stains the tips of your ears and your cheeks bright red.

“Thanks Sam, fuck off now please.” Tara asks.

You groan, and push her off you.

She sits up on her side, pout on her lips.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s just mad she’s not getting any.” Tara says. She leans forward to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

You pull her into your side, press your lips to the top of her head as she settles against your chest.

The events from the day weigh over you like a wet blanket. But you can’t bring yourself to worry about them, not tonight. Tonight, all you want to do is be with her. Love her.

Make your parents probably hate her even more.

Judging by the way her hands run up your thigh, she’s on the same page.

Ghostface is tomorrow’s problem. But tonight? Tara’s naked, and beautiful and yours and in your bed.

Ghostface can wait.

#tara carpenter #all hers #scream v #scream vi #jenna ortega #mine #fanfic #tara carpenter x yn #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #ghostface!tara #jenna ortega x yn #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader

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namluvili · 5 months ago

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I wanna be your lover | seok-jin one shot

this is my first one shot! sorry if its too short or long, i just really liked this idea.

pairing: f!reader x seok-jin (they are fwb)

Word count: 1.4k

!!THIS CONTAINS SMUT!! THIS IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! I DO NOT PERSONALLY THINK OF BTS THIS WAY, warnings below!!

warning(s): drinking, possessive jin, hides his feelings for reader but he sucks at it and its adorable. jin and reader are fwb, jin wants something more but reader doesn't (or does she?), f1ngering, making out, unprotected s3x (pls be safe guys), jin goes down on reader, blowj0b, doggystyle, r1ding, edging, jin has a kink for doing stuff in public, lmk if i forgot anything!

You and jin have been seeing eachother for about 5 months now, but because hes on tour, youve barely been able to see him as much. so it wouldn't hurt to see someone else right? Maybe the bar your going to will have someone that you can quickly get dick from, nothing more.

You put on your sluttiest dress and a thong that can be quickly torn off if it needs to be, but what didnt help was that jin bought it for you. you do your hair and put your heels on and make your way out the door.

You arrive at the bar, quickly looking around to see if you can plot on someone. You see this handsome man sitting at the bar, drinking. You decide to play the 'innocent girl whos never drank before' act and go to sit next to him.

"Hey, ive never seen you here before, are you new or something? want me to buy you a drink?" the man says to you. "Yeah, i never drank before, i dont even know where to start. Names Y/N by the way" you reply to him, chuckling. "oh nice, name is jungkook. nice to meet you Y/N."

Many drinks later, you are feeling very tipsy. Jungkook looks at you with lust in his eyes and puts his hand on your thigh, slowly reaching up your dress. "Damn, no wonder you never came here, people wouldnt know how to react with you." he says before slowly putting his lips up to yours.

You got him. You got him around your finger now. Nows your time to take him home and quickly get it over with. You pull back from jungkook and say, "wanna take this back to my place?" as you put on a smile that could make any man melt at the sight.

"I dont think so, princess." a familar voice says behind you. Fuck, its jin, you are, so. fucked. Jungkook looks up at the man and says, "Damn, You couldve told me you had a boyfriend, or else i wouldnt have even talked to you." he says while walking away. You turn around and say, "Jin what the fuck?! you cant just stalk me like that. Considering i haven't even seen you in 2 fucking weeks. God forbid i get some dick that isn't yours, because i know damn well you got pussy whenever you wanted on your tour." "I didnt actually, all i could do was think about you and the way you used to ride me before i left. Its been way to long without you baby. Do you know how hard it was to not go to the bathroom in the hotel and not jerk off to the thought of you? Ive been missing you and the area between your legs."

"Even still jin! im not your property and i cant just not see anyone whenever im horny and only stick to you. I need to see other people." you say while fighting every urge to not just run out of the bar. "Oh really? Keep those words then. Ill make sure to fuck that attitude out of you." He says while having a look in his eyes that creates a puddle between your legs. Fuck, you could barely keep yourself together, trying to hide the fact thats all you wanted. You wanted him, his dick, and his heart. You wanted to belong to him. And he wanted the same, he wanted you to belong to him. The fire that was between you two wasnt gonna go out anytime soon.

He grabbed your hand and went to the nearest bathroom in the bar. He pushed you against the wall and started attack your lips with his. You couldnt even fight him, you missed him so much deep down that you felt so empty without him inside of you. He props you up onto the sink and holds you by the waist, making his way up to your core. He felt the thong you were wearing and sutomaticly knew it was the one he bought you.

"Wow, you were even gonna try to fuck someone else while wearing this thong i got you while i was away. God, your such a slut arent you?" He said while rubbing your thigh. Before you could even answer he put his finger onto your core. He could feel how wet you were. "Cmon baby, tell me how much of a slut you are, use your words my love." You couldnt even reply, because of his fingers sliding up and down your core. You could only reply with stutters and moans.

"Y-yes jin, im a slut. O-oh god, please. I wont do it again, just please fuck me already." "Oh im sorry? you wont do what again? can you repeat that Y/N?" he asked, and god. the way he said your name, it made you on the brink of cumming and he hasnt even done anything yet. God, you were so in love with this man.

"J-jin please i wont do it again, i wont go to anyone else. only you, a-and if you arent here then ill have to wait. O-oh god.."

He brought up his fingers and said, "Good girl. Now im gonna give you a fucking so good and show you who you belong to." He picked you up and tossed you on his shoulder and walked you out of the bar.

Once back at your place, he tossed you onto your bed and ripped off your dress. He slid his hand down your chest and played with your nipples, which made them hard instantly. He brought his head down and sucked on the left nipple. You were moaning and panting so much that someone wouldve thought you were about to cum. But not jin, he could read you like a book and he knew that these moans were filled with love and lust. He let go of your nipple with a pop and went down to your legs.

He slid off your thong carefully and spread open your legs. "O-oh god jin, please. im so desperate." You said as he looked at you from between your legs. "Oh baby, your in for a night" he said as he started licking your core. He sucked and licked so good that you were seeing stars in your eyes. He was teasing your entrance with his tounge and it made you even more desprate, forming tears in your eyes.

You could hear the slurping and sucking, making you close to just snapping, but he stopped. "Get up and get in doggy-style. I wanna see how good you look for me" You got up and got into the postistion. you could hear his zipper go down and you felt his d1ck press up against your core. He slowly insterted and stretched you out.

"Fuck, i missed this pussy so much you have no idea baby." He said as he let you loosen up for him. "Are you ready baby? Im gonna give you the best fucking of your life." He said as he started pounding into you.

You couldnt even hold yourself up as you were drooling and just laying there. He put his arm underneath you and held you up.

As he kept going harder and faster, you could hear the clapping that was going on between you two. You felt the line in your lower stomach about to snap. He could tell you were about to cum by the way you started clenching around him. "Oh no, not yet baby, you can cum when i let you." He said as he slipped out of you. "This is what bad girls get when they try to get dick from somewhere else."

He flipped you guys over and now you were on top of him. "Ride. Me. Now." he demanded and you started riding. Side to side, up and down, and back and forth. "J-Jin please, im so close. Just let me.."

He snatched your head and pulled it down and looked you deep into your eyes, panting and sweating. "Cum with me. Show me who turns you into a mess and makes you cum around his cock."

And boom. Thats all you needed for that line to snap in your lower stomach. You were shaking around his cock and moaning more then ever. Not to long after, jin was finishing inside of you.

Panting and sweating he picked up your face and said, "I love you Y/N."

"I love you more Jin. I missed you."

#bts jin #jin smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #bts seokjin #seokjin #smut #kim seokjin #bangtan #bangtan smut #jin bts

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landolovef · 11 months ago

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Going home - lando norris

Summary: Many months had went into planning this trip. From the timing, the days and the activities to scheduling down who your going to introduce to your boyfriend and at what time and day. You hed spent everyday making sure that this was going to go perfectly just for everything to change last minute

Warnings: swearing

As a Canadian i felt it was right to use canada as the country. Plus fc is canadian as well!!

Over the last months after moving in with lando although everything had gone perfect its began to feel lonely. The constant change happening has been feeling like to much recently so you decided to plan a trip for yourself and lando to go back to your home in canada. To reunite with your loved ones and friends.

Yes Lando knows about the trip and everything that is planned for the two of you yet he does not possess the same excitement that has been slowly creeping inside of you. Infact Lando is dreading this trip and everything about it. Including going to canada, meeting new people and just everything. He thought that it was made clear by his reactions to your plans that he did not want to accompany you on this trip. every time you mention it his face drops and he groans.

You know about how much lando doesnt want to go on this trip with you but you cant figure out why. You want to share your life with him. You want to share where you came from your friends your family and everything in between. Yet he just doesn’t seem on board for reasons you and him are not even sure about.

Finally approaching the final days before the trip you decide to sit down with Lando and have a conversation with him about him refusing to come with you. Althought the conversation beging peaceful you never expected for it to come to this.

“Lando please just tell me why you cant come with me ive spent months planning this for us me and you not me alone” you plead with him hoping hell understand how important this is for you.

“Ive made plans plus canada is a shit country anyway I’ve seen it before i don’t need to see it again” lando states out of anger leaving you confused.

“Oh… im going to leave don’t follow me dont text me just not until i get back at least” it hurt, it hurt you to hear lando say your country isnt worth visiting, it hurts to hear hes disregarded every plan you had made for the two of you just to make his own. It hurt knowing he didn’t care enough to do something he knew you were so excited about even if he didn’t want to. Everything about him doing this hurt.

Lando knew he fucked up the moment he saw you leave with your suit case. He didn’t mean to hurt you he just had other things he wanted to do during his summer break and that doesn’t include spending it in canada. He made

Plans about a week ago to go golfing with Carlos and his father, he made plans to stream with max, he made plans to stream with filly,

And he had stuff he wanted to do with quadrant he didn’t see the big deal.

2 days later you made it to the airport alone. You had an uber drop you off. In the uber you have came to the conclusion that you don’t need lando to enjoy spending time with your family and friends so you had blocked his number. Although you and all of your friends knew that this was only temporary until you get back to Monaco. You thought it was best you and Lando have some space as he truly did hurt you with every action and every word he had said and done.

Making it to canada your first stop off the plane is to grab a coffee from Tim hortons as it was closest to the airport.

Lando at home had been busy all these plans he made have finally caught up to him and he’s realizing now that he not getting the break he had thought he would during the summer. He missed you, he missed waking up with you he missed your voice, your smile just everything about you. You had been radio silent for days and lando doesn’t understand why so he decided to be the first to reach out

It’s not till he’s speaking with max does he notice that he’s been blocked. Max made him realize a lot that day including why you had been so upset about what he said and his choices to set up his own plans when you had spent months planning something for the both of you.

He feels guilty. He knows he messed up and he knows he has to make up for it. It doesn’t help when he sees your instagram post about how much you had missed home and your friends. So he spends the next day setting everything up. He messages your parents to see when would be a good time to stop by, he books a flight, and finally packs everything he needed from the list you had sent him a while ago.

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Finally he knocks. You’re confused and so are your friends. No one else was coming over so who was knocking? You paused the movie which happened to be your and landos favourite movie to watch together the hangover.

As you swing the door open your met with the piercing eyes of Lando which makes you feel so many different things. He’s here.

He’s actually here you don’t believe it so you do what you see in movies and punch him in the arm but not hard enough to hurt him.

“Ouch babe what the hell” Lando exclaims even though you both knew it didn’t hurt.

“Sorry had to make sure you were real plus you deserve that” he knows he does, he really does deserve that and so much more. So as he pulls you into the tightest hug ever he whispers.

“I know i know im so sorry i fucked everything up, i fucked up this trip you’ve been planning for months and in the process i hurt you im so sorry you have no idea” he continues to go on and on so you pull him into a deep heart felt kiss that he knew meant you appreciated him coming.

Although you knew he still had to work to be forgiven in the moment all you cared was that despite not wanting to he had come all this way.

Authur:

Thankyou to everyone who reached out last post and to everyone who engaged means alot!!

Also i messed up the text messaages nooo just know their meant to be from lando to y/n

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #lando norizz #lando x reader #lando imagine

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riossboy · 1 month ago

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- Loving you.

Pairing : Detective!Rio Vidal x Lawyer!Agatha Harkness x Art teacher!Reader Word Count : 1.5K Summary : Rio and you are at a pool party. Her ex—your friend, Agatha is there too. You’d like to resolve things with them. CW : possessive tendencies (rio), slight angst, reader is transgender, ftm reader, mentions of sexual thoughts & that’s about it. A/N : i’ll be honest reader is based off of me. sooo…. hope yall don’t mind lol. im gonna make this into a series, ive lowkey got sm ideas :P

Loving you was never difficult. How could it be? You’re incredibly sweet—perhaps even too sweet. Rio’s eyes were fixed on you as you eagerly introduced yourself to her co-workers. At times, she wished you weren’t as nice as you are. She hated the way others looked at you, as if they desired you just as much as she does. Unfortunately for them, you’re already hers. She owns you, in a way.

Rio was invited to a pool party by Herb, one of the forensic scientists she works with. He was easily chatting away with other guests, his wife loosely hugging his waist with one arm. Meanwhile, you were sitting there basking the attention that Agatha Harkness was giving you. In reality, you weren’t basking in it; you were discussing your jobs. To Rio, it looked as if her ex was trying to steal you away. After all, they’ve always had similar tastes in men.

You’re unaware of the tension, enthusiastically sharing how you absolutely love working as an art teacher for elementary students. You take joy in putting smiles on kids' faces as you help them explore their creative sides.

It was clear that loving you was easy; Agatha couldn’t help but adore you as well. She knew better than to push Rio’s buttons. But oh, how she has missed Rio, and honestly, she is starting to take a liking to you at the same time.

"Absolutely! It was incredibly adorable. You'd expect kids to be indifferent about paper plate bunnies, but the fifth graders? They were really helpful and kind to the first graders as well!" You continue to express your excitement, a bright smile on your face as you reminisce about the time you substituted for the fifth-grade class while managing your own students too.

That smile was driving Agatha's mind into overdrive. Would you still smile at her like that if she had you on your knees, begging? She bit her bottom lip, which seemed to be the final straw, seeing as Rio rushed over. He wrapped both arms around your waist from behind and said, "Oh, mi amor! Are you thirsty? Let me get you a refill." As he deliberately pressed a kiss to your jaw, he shot a smirk toward Agatha, who simply smiled back.

Rio gently tugs you toward the snack and drink table, humming softly as she does so. Her hand rests possessively on your waist. She isn't jealous of Agatha; rather, she's simply annoyed that Agatha dared to look at you with those dark eyes of hers, especially after their falling out.

2022 :

"I'm sorry Ms. Vidal, Ms. Harkness… The adoption for Nicky was declined. You two have very time consuming jobs, our social workers believe you won't be able to take care of him the way he needs." Those words hurt. Rio glanced at Agatha whose body language was tense.

She turns her head back to the woman sitting before them. "So we can’t be Nicky’s parents? We’ve been fostering him for months! Almost a year!" Rio’s voice trembled with emotion. Emotion she often wouldn’t show. In this case; she can’t help it. Nicky was—no, is her son.

A sigh left the woman’s lips. "My deepest apologies, Ms. Vidal. If it was up to me this would’ve gone differently." Agatha clicks her tongue at that response. "It should’ve gone differently. Nicky is our son."

Ever since that day, Agatha and Rio had numerous arguments. Nicky was placed in a new foster home, and they couldn’t stop blaming each other. Agatha believed that if Rio would just give up her title as detective, everything would be fine. However, Rio was unwilling to relinquish the progress she had worked so hard to achieve. She fought for her title, and there was no way she would go back to being a training officer.

The ongoing conflict led to a breakup neither desired. Regardless, Agatha will always be Rio’s first love, and vice versa.

Present Day :

"Here you go, baby." Rio hands you the drink, purposefully brushing her fingers against yours. Agatha watches from the sidelines, torn between wanting Rio back and not wanting to jeopardize your relationship with the detective. You both seem so in love and perfect for each other. "Thank you!" Your eager smile only reinforces Agatha’s feelings. You seem like everything she couldn’t be. But you’re far from perfect, and Agatha doesn’t realize that because she only knows you as a friend.

You’ve been friends with Agatha and Rio for a while. When you first started dating Rio, you felt a lot of guilt because Agatha is also your friend, and you care deeply about her. Even though you know there is some unresolved tension between Agatha and Rio, you still care about both of them. "Oh Agnes!" Sharon—Mrs Hart smiles brightly. Standing in front of Agatha. Sharon always messed up Agatha’s name and the older woman couldn’t seem to correct her. "Mrs. Hart, how are you?" she smiles sweetly.

"I’m lovely, dear! How are you and the girlfriend?" oh that stings. How does one awkwardly admit that Rio is no longer their girlfriend and is in fact dating their mutual friend now? Oof.

Agatha's finger twitches as she forces a smile. "Haha, about that. We're not together; she has a boyfriend." She sighs, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.

Your giggles catch Agatha’s attention again. You’re sitting on the grass next to Rio, who has a cigarette between her fingers. She playfully blows the smoke in your direction, making sure to avoid your face as much as possible. "Rio, stop that!" you chuckle, gently poking her in the rib.

Agatha leans against the chair behind her, slowly sitting down. Sharon is going on about how breakups happen and insists that everything will be okay, that Agatha will find someone else too. But Agatha doesn’t want anyone else; she wants Rio. And deep down, she wants you as well.

Rio’s signature smirk, your laughter, and the way the two of you are so comfortable with each other make Agatha want to be part of it. She wants to fit into your dynamic. "Agnes?" That high-pitched voice is becoming insufferable. "It’s Agatha! Agatha Harkness," she grumbles, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. Sharon shrinks back, meekly apologizing before shuffling off to talk to someone more delightful.

Your gaze shifts to Agatha, who appears to be feeling down. A frown forms on your lips. "Babe, you should try to be friendlier with Aggie," you say, resting your hand on Rio’s knee. She huffs in response and takes a long drag from her cigarette.

"She’s fine. It’s not like she’s lonely."

"She looks really lonely right now." A sigh escapes your lips, prompting Rio to glance at Agatha, who is currently scrolling through her phone. She resembles a teenager who didn’t want to attend the party but felt forced to go.

It was unusual for Rio to forgive someone, and the same went for Agatha. This is why they haven't been getting along. Rio still holds some love in her heart for the lawyer, even though she has fallen deeply in love with you. She can't shake the feeling of being in love with both her ex and you at the same time. Standing up, she hands you the cigarette. You don’t smoke, but you’re good at holding it, and it makes you look attractive. She then walks over to the sulking Agatha.

"Stop sulking. Come hang out with Bunny and me," Rio says dryly, encouraging Agatha to slowly lift her gaze to the detective. "Bunny" has been your nickname between the two of them since the day they met you, as you were always so skittish, like a bunny. "You don't really mean that. He told you to come here," she replies.

Rio groans internally. Stubborn, stubborn Agatha. "No, he told me to be friendlier to you. Not that I should ask you to hang. Now come on. You cry baby." Without waiting for a response, Rio takes the slightly older woman’s wrist and gently pulls her back to where you are sitting.

"Aggie, Rio!" You smile as you hand the cigarette back to your girlfriend. Agatha sits down beside you, looking stiff. The conversation starts off awkwardly.

You got Rio to talk to Agatha. It’s a start. You’ve been missing your trio hangouts with them and wished they had stayed together, that you could have managed to be with both of them.

A soft laugh escapes Rio's lips, and it surprises you. You've heard her laugh like this before, but usually it's in response to something you've said. "Oh, don’t laugh! It wasn’t funny; my ass really hurt!" Agatha chuckles, and Rio laughs even harder. "Well, you shouldn't have fallen, then."

They were laughing, genuinely laughing. Your eyes light up. They could truly become friends again, or at least, you hope.

The yearning you all three have for each other had been mutual for years. During Agatha and Rio’s relationship, they would tease each other about you. Make up possible sex scenarios that involved you to get each other off.

You hope this marks the beginning of something new—something you have all been longing for. Can Rio forgive Agatha, and vice versa? Will the three of you finally have the relationship you have envisioned countless times? Would you be good for each other? You’re eager to find out.

#riossboy #ᗢ rio’s writing #marvel fanfics #rio vidal x transboy!reader #transboy!reader #agatha harkness x transboy!reader

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 1 year ago

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Ive made through chapters 4-7 today and good god, I feel like i had basically nothing to say about acotar as I was reading it but with this book theres so much to talk about for some reason, its wild. Truly, I did not realize how much I liked Feyre in the first book until I was under threat of losing her

Now, I will say that Feyre seems in-character so far, shes still the same woman but traumatized, but I am worried for her. Tamlin is a whole different story though, SJM might as well shoot him dead right in front of me for how thoroughly hes being character assassinated. Like, if Tamlin actually cares about Feyre as a person and not just in a douchy, possessive alphahole way, which he should because Tamlin was not that kind of guy previously, then he would force Feyre to train so she can defend herself if necessary, not forbid her from it. Even if he didnt want her to use her magical powers, surely he would make her practice with her knife or with a sword or even with her bow just to be safe, because hes not always gonna be there

I think his actions do continue to make sense if you look at them from his perspective, but I also maintain that he's doing a really bad job at responding to Feyre. But also, its so laughably obvious what sjm is doing by having Tamlin say shit like "you were stolen from me", shes trying to paint him as some objectifying asshole. Even Lucien calling her "Tamlin's bride" feels like its part of all this, and I know Ianthe is gonna turn out to be a traitor and a rapist at some point, so it really comes across as an attempt to villify the entire spring court for its association with Tamlin

Speaking of Lucien, I genuinely think part of the reason Feylin is doing so badly in this book is that his dynamic with Tamlin is completely different now. For some reason hes all like "oh, my High Lord" instead of "my good friend Tamlin", he suddenly cant say a word against him when he was talking to shit to him just a few months ago in-uinverse. Like, if their dynamic was the same as it was in acotar, Lucien wouldve probably been like "hey man, I know youre stressed and I get it, I know what its like to watch the love of my life get brutally murdered I dont know what its like to have her magically ressurected again but thats neither here nor there, but Feyre is clearly not happy being inside all day and you need a break, go take her out on a date in the woods, I'll stay here and take care of everything, dont even worry about it" or gotten him to comprise with Feyre or chill tf out or SOMETHING but because theres suddenly this rigid hierarchy in the spring court in order to make the night court look better

Speaking of the night court, Ive heard some stuff about it feeling very orientalist but it still managed to completely blindsight me with its badness. Feyre got fucking harem pants to wear, really? And a short-sleeved croptop, and no fucking shoes, probably because Rhys didnt want Feyre throwing shoes at him again. That was the one moment in this book that brought me genuine joy btw, I would read a thousand fanfics about her just throwing shit at him

Anyway, speaking of my guy (derogatory) Rhysand Nolastname, hes so incredibly annoying I dont even have any coherent thoughts about him right now, like, if I were to write down what I think of him I would just write "he fuckinh pisses me off" over and over again. Im actually a really big fan of edgy shadow bois, but only if theyre like, sad and angry and closed off, if theyre like Rhysand and theyre all flirty and teasing and cocky and shit, theyre just annoying and nothing else. And the romance has barely even started yet, I cant imagine how much worse the flirting is gonna get later. Not to mention all these desperate and obvious attempts by sjm to make him sympathetic and morally good now, its honestly pretty pathetic

Now Im gonna be real with you, I didnt get a lot of sleep yesterday and I can feel myself and the things Im writing getting less and less coherent, so Im just gonna hit you with the very last of my thoughts bullet point style

The fact that Amarantha apparently didnt actually go rogue and it was all part of Hybern's plan feels misogynistic ngl

Ianthe's entire character already feels so misogynistic and slutshame-y and she hasnt even assaulted anyone yet

Something about Mor bothers me, I cant quite put my finger on it but its there. I think I do like her for annoying Rhys though

God, Im gonna have so much to say about the Illyrians but for now, its awfully bold of Rhysand to be like "they wasted no time throwing themselves before her feet" when THATS WHAT HE DID

Thats it for now

#anti sjm #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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coffeeallaloneandlord · 9 months ago

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got out my laptop to write a vent post like it's 2014 idk i'm just like ruminating on every breakup i've ever had and realizing after 15 years of trying to fit the role of girlfriend that is really just not for me lol! like i really thought i was on that path but if there's been any theme to my life so far it's that my path is not straightfoward like i transferred high schools i transferred colleges i moved to a new state without knowing anybody lost my housing immediately in a pandemic and still made it fucking work now i manage a restaurant which i could have NEVER seen myself doing 4 years ago even tho i always wanted to. the first most significant relationship i had when i was 18/19 was with a really genuinely great guy, i broke up with him because i knew somehow that i was too young and had a lot more to experience. it sucked because i loved him deeply and still did for years afterwards to a painful degree lmao. that colored a lot of my subsequent relationships thru college and beyond, which mostly: sucked. and they sucked because they all paled in comparison to the great relationship i had given up in order to have the freedom to have shitty relationships lol. so then i had some shitty relationships, interspersed with periods of girlbossing, then when i was 26 i started dating someone (long distance that i met thru a friend) who was really a perfect match for me in so many ways and i genuinely thought like this is it. literally had king of my heart on the relationship playlist, baby all at once this is enough. but then over time the realities of what it would take to really build that relationship, especially if it meant marriage, actually sank in for me and all that i would have to give up about myself, the life that i've built here, that i fought so hard to build. also i've said it before and i'll say it again.... this grown man let his mother do his laundry. this red flag represented more family dynamics that i won't get into for his sake but it was like once the puzzle pieces fell into place about what i was being asked to sign up for re commitment and marriage it was like omfg no. i will not be doing this man's laundry in 5 years' time fuming and resentful. so i ended that relationship which sucked because all my breakups SUCK i can never have a half decent breakup to save my fucking life, but i was still of the mindset that he wasn't the one for me and i needed to keep looking/waiting. i've dated here and there since then. but what took months and months to sink in the aftermath of that breakup was that the little details like the laundry and the distance that caused that breakup and not the underlying cause of all my breakups since i was 16 which all boil down to i don't wanna do this anymore lol. some people think the term honeymoon phase is controversial or whatever but that has been the case for me in every single relationship ive had that's gotten off the ground. relationships that don't get off the ground are a completely different story lol the only similarity is that every breakup ive ever had big or small sucked ass. to the point where it would lead to me staying in relationships way longer than i should have to avoid a traumatizing breakup which as we all know only makes the breakup worse [[laughing emoji x 13]]. so now like thinking about a guy a like and care about and him hypothetically asking me to be his girlfriend and i can't think of anything fucking worse. like no shade to the girlfriends out there. but my experience of being a girlfriend, even of a guy who treats you well, is that they are using the experience of possessing you to feel good about themselves. all guys do this. the guy who wanted to marry me treated me like aphrodite and worshipped the ground i walked on. and i believe he truly loved me, in a way no one ever has. but it felt perverse after awhile, like in the end it was really serving him. my laptop may die and i don't wanna lost this post, if you're still reading tysm for reading my stream of consciousness <333 if you didnt read this far sorry for not being perfectlol

#wow i hit character limit on this #i used to write posts like this allll the time especially in college #forgot how much it helps me think

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sinofwriting · 10 months ago

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then I get an idea/inspo and it's off to the races (get it? I think I'm so funny).

honestly very relatable, sometime one(!!) single thing sparks an idea, then the next thing you know it's on your mind 25/8 and suddenly you're writing a whole lot of something that you were absolutely not prepared for but you can't let it go bc they've latched on to your mind🐥. smiled at the joke/gen

The fic your talking about, Made For Each Other, would honestly work well for babytrapping if it wasn't for the fact that reader would happily have Max's kids with only like three months of dating under their belt, lol.

yes! i love that fic so much.(I've actually downloaded it so that i can read it no matter what even when i have no internet😊) i fear that they are too coo coo for cocoa puffs too see that as a problem (me 2🤞 but only fictionally). i could kinda see it for please oh please or maybe even private professor if they didn't immediately get married and live happily ever after(i love them so much, I'm actually tearing up). regardless, i would eat that eat up for them, they're both crazy enough that I could maybe see like a miscommunication issue and then both of them panicking about losing one another and then instantly secretly trying to 'trap' the other into being connected 4ever🤩[talking about made for each other]

idk what max fic ive written is crazier made for each other or causing problems

personally i think it's definitely made for each other!max. max was just being (kinda understandably) weirded out and then possessive + messy in causing problems. while in made for each other he literally saw that girl and said, "yeah that's the love of my life, I will do absolutely anything to make her my wife" and then rearranged everything in his life to make sure that they'd be together. also, he was just overall crazier and that was super hot {gets shot} he definitely takes the cake and there's a spot specially for him in my brain.

There will be more Ollie fics! I have a request for him and an idea of my own for him. Will probably work on one of those after this lestappen fic idea I got yesterday (the press conference was a gold mine)

yay! can't wait!!! {everyone loved that🙂‍↕️}

also, yeah! I would love a nickname💞

adding on to my previous ask, mfeo!max literally (and I quote) thought this about reader being involved with someone else b4 him "He knows that if she had been seeing someone his blood would be boiling everytime his name got brought up or even hinted at" while cproblems!max wasn't that jealous about leclerc!reader and pierre.

speaking of that quote, i would've actually loved to see what he would've done if reader had a boyfriend or was seeing someone(casually!!) while they met. (absolute deranged and unhinged behaviour no doubt) like tried to ruin the person's life or have them taken care of😊 I'm guessing.

I have so many wips (for F1) and my brain coming up with new ideas doesn't help with that. (putting the rest under read more, cause I yap)

Writing Made For Each Other was trip. I went into that and was like... I don't know how people are gonna feel about this. Very happy that you like it! You are not wrong, lol they both are crazy enough about each other that they would try and baby trap each other. Which would honestly I think read as both desperate and funny.

Rereading please, oh please, if I was to write that today, I think that the second part would include Max trying his damndest to get her pregnant, not baby trapping necessarily, but just lots of unprotected sex, hoping that it catches. Or at least him thinking about it.

And yeah you are right. Max in mfeo is crazy (it's okay though, he's cute) while Causing Problems Max is just messy. He's honestly just a guy who learned that his girlfriend/first crush/sexual awakening lost her virginity to her brother's best friend, her friend, and his former teammate... My brain makes some interesting ideas.

He's also not weirded out, just angry because he figured that whoever she lost her virginity too wasn't in her life anymore (y'know what they say about assumptions) and while he does bring up her only being 14 in Charles hotel room with everyone, he's really just using it as an excuse to be mad at Pierre. Pierre threw him a fucking lifeline unintentionally with the whole “Max, your issue with this is the age difference. And I imagine it’s worse because of Kika, yes?” Was he surprised by her being 14? Yeah, but it's established that it was because of Lorenzo and Charles being overprotective nightmares, lol.

Made For Each Other Max is a different breed, lol. I've talked about it before but I think Max in fics is the perfect candidate for love at first sight. He doesn't believe in it but then it happens and that is that. He will be getting that person.

Also this: "He knows that if she had been seeing someone his blood would be boiling every time his name got brought up or even hinted at" insane from me. That is insane behavior from me. But, yeah he is a jealous boy.

I briefly toyed when writing it with her having a boyfriend when they met, but I already had to deal with Kelly and I liked the idea of her being unattached.

But, since you brought it up, if she had... Max would have been fucking insane. She stops him from kissing her and then just a few seconds later stops him from calling Kelly to break up with her just so he can kiss her. If she been seeing someone... well she would have done the same thing but with the added,

"Max," and his name is near breathless and he doesn't know if he wants to feel her lips on his or her lips against his skin again more. "I have to break up with someone, we can't"

Green would have taken over, he'd be grabbing her hand, dragging her out of the party they were at to his hotel, the drunkness he had been feeling gone with her words, and he's texting Kelly that it's over, that he wants what little she has at his gone before he gets back in two days. And when they finally get to his hotel room, he's kissing her, slipping his fingers between her legs and then finally when he's got her on his bed, fully inside her, he'd be making her call who she's been seeing as has her break up with them while he makes her moan his name.

... so yeah it's confirmed that mfeo!Max is fucking insane. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Also, nicknaming you 💞 anon. I now have to find what asks are yours and go back and tag them, lol.

#sin answers #💞 anon #i went on a bit of a ramble there... my bad

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marriedtolike18fictionalmen · 2 years ago

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Our Infinity of Stars (pt. 3)

Here's part three of one of the stories I’m working on! Hope u guys (the literal like three people who read the first two parts lol) are liking it so far!!

Again, dms are open for any thoughts, edits, critiques, etc. or if you want to be tagged in future additions that will come soon!

Love y'all sm!!

“It would be faster to swim.” Roxto complained from behind me. Turning, I raised a brow.

“You don’t think we can run faster than you? Sure, you have a thick tail and arms that make you faster in the water, but can you keep up in a race?” I smirked as Ralak tried to stop us, but I shoved past him and started a line. “First one to the water wins.”

The Sullys and I were on one side of the trail that opens to the beach, the Metkayina group on the other. Tuk was positioned between us, counting down until the start, Rina and Tsireya at the water’s edge to see who won fair and square.

“3… 2… 1… GO!” Tuk’s voice cried as we bounded off. In seconds, the lanky limbs each of us from the forest possessed propelled us forwards, Neteyam and Ateyo in the lead with me right on their heels, Lo’ak and Kiri head to head a step behind me, and all the metkayina trailing us, widened eyed as we darted off into the waves.

As we were a few meters away from the water, I put on a burst of speed and shot past the twins, grinning at their gasps and heavier footfalls on my tail. I gave one last leap pushing me past Rina and Tsireya, just barely before the twins.

By the time the Metkayinas caught up, I was already taunting the Sullys about my speed. “This man has not the size or the endurance, nor the genetics to win. It's physically impossible for this little man to win. If only I weren’t so much better than you, then maybe you’d have a chance.”

At Neteyam’s protests I laughed. “Oh, it’s ok. I know it must be very hard for you to clean my dust off, I’m sure somebody will clean it off for you. Maybe someone from your fanclub back home.” I smirked at Neteyam’s dumbfounded expression, “Give it up, old man. You can't fight evolution. I was built for speed.”

“I’m only a month older than you! Did you really have to quote ‘Rocky IV’ to me?”

“Aw, the first thing you say and it’s just proving how superior I am. I was a month younger than you when I completed my iknimaya. Guess I’ve always been leaving you in my du-” I gasped as Neteyam threw me over his shoulder, wading into the deeper water. “Let me down you evil boy! Don’t you dare even think about throwing me in!” I protested, lightly hitting his back in a futile effort to get him to let me down.

He swung my body around as if I were a mere ragdoll,“I mean, if you really want me to let go.” He dropped his arms from under me and I was plunged into the water. When I resurfaced, he had his head thrown back in laughter.

I swung a leg around and knocked his feet out from under him. Now it was my turn to laugh as he surfaced, a cloud of sand getting kicked up as we started to splash each other. The rest of the group ran in, joining in our little battle until it was a full-on war.

“This is not what we are supposed to be doing! Get out of the water now, I don’t have time to mess around like this.” The infuriating voice of Ralak rang out from the shoreline, and with a final splash I stood up and trudged up to shore.

Ralak roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out of earshot from the group. I shot a look backwards to tell them I was fine as I wrenched my arm from his grip. “I can walk perfectly fine, thank you. Don’t act like some barbarian.”

“I’m the barbarian? Please, with the way you act around those people, I’m practically generations ahead of you. At least I act like an adult.”

“Those people are the first family I ever had. They raised me and my siblings after our mother left. They comforted me after my father died. I wasn't even going to come here, but they told me to go, to be with my blood family. You have had a stick up your ass since the moment they got here, nobody made you agree to help. Ninat and the rest of the girls other than Tsireya backed out. A few of the guys too.”

“So I should just leave? Is that what you want?” Ralak snarled, leaning down in my face.

I pinned my ears further and hissed back at him, “I would prefer it that way. Come back if you ever grow up and learn to live with the fact that I don't want you, and I never will.”

Panting, we stood there for a second as my words sunk in. I turned away, leaving him standing there with my anger as I went back to the group.

“Will Ralak be joining us?” ‘Rina carefully asked.

“Not in the foreseeable future.” I replied evenly, not letting my residual anger at his childish behavior further affect me.

“Okay. Let’s see how good you guys are at holding your breaths.” ‘Rina turned to the group as Tsireya demonstrated, then everyone paired off to work off of Tsireya’s tips.

I caught Neteyam’s eye and gestured a few meters away from the rest of the group, where the shade of the trees spilled into the shallow water.

After we had been practicing for some time, Neteyam had caught on quickly, we were sharing some fruits from the nearby trees in the shade, our legs dipping into the water.

“Is everything okay? That conversation looked tense.” Neteyam asked quietly as we ate, practically the first words he’d said to me since my argument with Ralak.

“Yes, Ralak’s just being unreasonably irritable.” At Neteyam’s raised brow, I sighed before continuing to explain. “I turned down his courting offer a few weeks ago. He seems to think it was personal, just to make him angry or that I was playing hard to get. It wasn’t anything like that, for the record, but he had been trying to flirt and get me to rethink before you guys arrived, and now just has a stick up his ass.”

Neteyam chuckled, dipping his head as a silence fell over us. He looked up at me, almost whispering, “I never apologized for the things I said to you before you left.”

Shaking my head I grabbed his arm. “There is nothing to apologize for. Truly. Both of us were upset and hurtful things. I didn’t mean all of it, and I don’t hold anything you said against you. It’s in the past, and we’re past it now.”

Nodding his agreement, Neteyam changed the subject. “I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful here. It’s so different from the forest, but peaceful and beautiful all the same.”

I took a breath to respond, but Tuk came bounding over, pulling Neteyam away to show him some shell or stone she had gathered. I opted to stay against the tree, stretching my legs out in front of me as I was plunged in that last conversation we had shared before I left.

Neteyam’s footsteps stormed into my hut. “You aren’t staying. I won’t allow it.” He snapped from the entrance of my hut.

I whipped around, narrowing my eyes at him, “Oh, then I guess I have to stay. If the great Neteyam, golden boy of the Omatikaya commands it, who am I to disobey?”

“Don’t call me that.” He snapped.

I calmed my voice, straightening I said, “I am not going.”

“She is your blood, your family.”

“She’s not my family.” My ears pinned to my head.

“Then who is?”

“My siblings, your parents, Kiri, Lo’ak, Tuk, Ateyo. You.”

“We are not related to you.”

“So now it’s the Sullys versus my siblings and I? Family does not have to be by blood. ‘The blood of the covenant runs thicker than the water of the womb.’ That’s what you told me, isn’t it? That day when we ran off after our iknimaya.”

“We aren’t talking about this. I don’t want to talk about family.”

I raised my voice, “How can we not talk about family when family’s all that we’ve got?” I snarled out. I took a breath, realizing my voice had shifted into Eywa’s song. “Everything that I’ve gone through you’ve promised to be standing there by my side.”.

His voice turned cold, emotionless, at my outburst. “I don’t want you here anymore.” without another word he turned and strode out. I stopped unpacking my things, throwing everything back into the basket.

“Fine then! Be like that, see if I care. I won’t stop you.” I shouted at his retreating form. He didn’t turn. A single tear opened the floodgates as it was followed by many more until they had carved rivers into the soft skin of my cheeks. “You broke your promise. What happened to ‘I’ll always be here,’ where did that go?” I said aloud as if he could hear it. “How can you leave me?”

I wiped my tears, bringing my belongings to strap to Syura’s large back, saying my goodbyes to the Sully family, chancing a glance around before settling on Neytiri’s downturned mouth as she shook her head in a silent apology.

I turned and mounted Syura, taking off after my brother to let ‘Rina and Ateyo say their final goodbyes.

I reminisced on the memories before rising to my feet with a small sigh.

I joined Rina where she watched the twins and Tuk running around in the water.

“Hey, princess! Get over here!”

Rolling my eyes, I stood, disregarding the butterflies his old nickname shook from me, “Why, golden boy? So you can dunk me in the water again?”

“Princess?” Tsireya asked from her spot a few feet away, hands splayed across a very flustered Lo’ak’s chest, clearly hiding behind a thin disguise of trying to teach him proper breathing techniques while trying to crop a feel.

“In my father’s native tongue, my nickname ‘Rani’ means queen.” I motioned my chin to where Neteyam was standing, “Goldie over there started calling me princess when he found that out. He claimed that-”

“That you hadn’t passed your iknimaya yet, so you technically weren’t a queen yet. Plus, you’d have to marry a king.” He winked at me from where he had run over out of the water. “You tell that story to everyone.”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “Maybe because it’s so sweet and you wooed me with it. You also offered yourself up as tribute for a king for me to marry if I remember correctly.” I placed a hand on his broad chest. “I almost agreed too.”

Neteyam was practically drooling as I smirked from under my half-closed eyelids, leaning inches away from him and letting the long strings of my seashell-studded top brush over his skin. “Don’t get too flustered,” I patted his cheek as I strolled past him towards where Tuk had found more shells. At this rate she’d have enough for a new top. “You wouldn’t want the women of the Metkayina clan to know how to get past your guard, Golden Boy.” I shouted over my shoulder.

“You and your emerald eyes, princess. You have got to stop doing that.” Neteyam purred as he caught up to me.

I splashed some water at him, “C’mon. I’ll teach you how to swim better.”

“I know how to swim!” He replied, handing over his heart. “And it wounds me that you imply I don’t.”

“Oh no! Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“I wouldn’t mind it, no.” he grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him.

“Oh, stop it. You’re the worst.”

“Am I really?”

“Yes. I hate you.”

“Ah, but you haven't pushed me away yet.” I shoved against his chest. “Looks like someone is going soft on me.”

“Am not!” I used our argument that we had playfully used since we were children.

Neteyam grinned, remembering our old joke. “Are too!”

“At least I know how to swim!” I shot back, pushing Neteyam into the water.

He twisted and grabbed me as he fell, pulling me along with him. We both surfaced, laughing.

“Mess with the bull and you get the horns, darling.” He breathed in my ear.

I laughed as I pushed him away, “Yeah, whatever. Now are we going swimming or not?”

He smirked down at me, “Lead the way, princess.”

I made sure to splash him a little more than necessary as I dove off the sandbar.

As we swam in the reef, I kept a close eye on him, surfacing less often than I thought I would’ve needed to. After I voiced this thought to Neteyam as we were floating on the surface, a slow grin spread across his face. “So I am a good swimmer then?”

I tilted my head, “I didn’t quite say that.”

“It’s ok, I’ll take the compliment.”

A Cheshire grin overtook my features, “How about a bet?”

A matching smile appeared on Neteyam’s features, “What kind of a bet?”

“If you can beat me back to the beach, I’ll admit you’re a halfway decent swimmer,” I held up a hand at the beginning of his protest, “To the entire clan.”

He mulled it over. “You can only use your arms. No kicking.” He held out a hand.

“Good that you still remember to never agree to a deal with me the way I lay it out.” I commented, grasping his larger hand in mine in a gesture Jakesuli had taught us. A handshake.

An excited grin dancing across his lips, Neteyam counted down. I rolled my shoulders as I prepared to swim as fast as I possibly could. I lowered into the water, and, my ankles glued together, I blasted forward with the first few strokes pulling me ahead.

I heard Neteyam splashing loudly on my heels, yet I slowed to save my energy for the last stretch. On the beach I heard as the group noticed our race, and started cheering, they must be placing bets. I mulled as I continued on my mad dash towards shore.

I felt as Neteyam’s splashes splattered across my back, he was catching up now. I glanced up towards shore, and realized we were maybe 50 feet away. Smirking, I put my everything into getting back, and I heard Neteyam do the same. We were almost neck and neck, and I had to squeeze my legs together to keep from kicking, arms burning at the strain of pulling the water out of my way to move forward.

Tsireya and Aonung had made a makeshift finish line, and with a final push, I crossed it a moment before Neteyam.

Cheers erupted, and Neteyam and I both were panting, huge grins dancing across our lips. The group surrounded me, grilling me for details on the race, on the bet they knew we must have made. I was suddenly hoisted into the air on top of broad shoulders.

“Do I at least get credit for giving you a run for your money?” Neteyam tilted his head back to look at me.

I made a big deal about contemplating his question,tapping a finger on my chin. “Sure, why not. ‘Gave me a run for my money in a race’ is good enough, I guess.”

Rolling his eyes, Neteyam dropped me into the waist-deep surf, and everyone, including myself, were rolling with laughter as I came back up.

Clutching a stitch in her side, Tsireya sputtered out, “okay, we should actually train now.”

Agreeing, everyone dove into the waves to test out their new skills and get some pointers on their swimming forms.

I swam next to Tuk, helping her gain new skills in the water. “Here, you want to have your hands like this,” I demonstrated, helping mold her hands into the correct position. “And pull the water out of your way. THen use your legs to help push you forwards.”

Her brow furrowed in concentration, Tuk followed my instructions, grinning up at me as I praised her.

#na'irani x neteyam #neteyam sully x oc #neteyam sully #simping for fictional characters #our infinity of stars

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abyssalpriest · 2 years ago

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30 Days of Them #4

Has there been a time where you feel They have sent something to appear to you on their behalf?

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The things he sends most on his behalf are masks, things that seem so disparate and independent from him but, under the surface, tie to the same creature. When he presses against the fabric of this plane it forms new bodies around him, expansive and wild - still masks of a different and more literal sort. It's always masks for royalty.

I thought I saw myself stretched across the sky in a form I recognised so intimately, a great bird with wings of clouds and the presence within it of the Sun's light in summer. Why, then, were the feelings radiating off this self so contradictory to my own?

I loved my partner with all my heart. We would walk together, he in the Astral and I physically. The Sky Bird would make its appearance in all its glory, eclipsing any view into the star-heavens and stretching itself far over the land, and it would, with no uncertainty, be beaming down a disinterest at best, but mostly a brewing angered disappointment, distaste, towards my partner. He would beg and plead in religious words how he loved me and therefore the Sky, but the Sky Bird wouldn't budge. Its wordlessness and piercing stare would be unwaveringly cold.

II:

The Eye burns so fiercely in the sky when he shows up. The Sun is rounded by clouds, but overlaid across it in another dimension is so, so clearly not a coincidence in space and time just-so-happeningly making the clouds shaped like an eye. It's his eye, his presence, dwarfing reality before it. I can see him in all his radiance as the Sun itself poking a hole into reality, the physical Sun his iris and its core his pupil. It is a look that connects souls, the interplay of two different people when they realise and communicate through expression that they understand... Something. Whatever it is, I understand. In a world that doesn't look to the Sun anymore I understand who I am looking at. The Sun is his vessel for that.

III:

I was possessed by an older gentleman in the car; his emotions were withered and heavy, and the silence between my partner and I was suddenly host to a pale yet absolute sadness. Tired, melancholic to the highest degree, chalky blue and ghostly. I wondered why my partner adamantly called him "Blue", a marker for a colour in his mind like that of the opaque Day Sky.

My partner at the time moved uncomfortably. I was too busy focusing on this sudden change in my body's input and personality to such an undeniable and unrejectable degree to really watch my partner's reaction to the newcomer, but we both knew this was an older man spoken about in my partner's cult lore as "Damian", and to my partner he was... A sign, likely, that someone outside his cult knew what he was doing. A warning. I check now with tarot to make sure I remember right. "What did my ex think and feel when this man showed up in our car?" X of Swords, in this deck a sword is broken against nine swords now descending upon it. Exactly, I felt it even if I was preoccupied. This was a warning to him, to me a friend.

My phone's auto-suggest recommends I input a link instead of a word, which brings me to something I haven't seen nor copied the link of in at least a month: a video on why Alduin from Skyrim, a character I relate to Leviathan, "should have won".

IV:

The Sky would occasionally roost in our backyard or just over its fence. Often it would skirt metres away from us in a dreamlike haze, unthinking, inhuman to the highest degree, but undeniably present and big.

My partner at the time received a vision: He was cornered in a place filled with the dead bodies of all the children he had caught up in his cult, sat in his chair, submitting to what was about to come which was so unlike him. No more charismatic talking himself out of all danger, no more manipulation, he was resigned: And specifically resigned as the character he pretended to be in his cult. Through the door came the usually fragile form of the one we labelled as my incarnation in my cult's supposed off-plane reality, an alternate universe self if you will, Agnus, but he walked with confidence unlike me and held a scythe in his hands with the perfect poise of someone much stronger than I ever could've been.

He beheaded my partner. One swift movement and it was over. I never understood, but the message was read loud and clear, apparently, by my partner, who would only have another few years alive after this before he was actually killed for his sins.

VI:

The shift in air pressure is like a deluge of ocean water - paradoxically a soft one, but it swamps the land in the feeling of a huge presence of something that could never be seen by the physical eye.

Ahead of him, when the presence grows stronger and stronger, the rooks always fly like heralds.

It always happens, rooks fly literally... But they're a figurative thing too and a symbol for all of reality obeying its programming to fly ahead of him. He winds himself into reality and its programming obeys, like pheromones in the senses of an animal or a software update in the core of a machine.

The air and its spirits are sent ahead of him, the feelings of this plane shifting as it makes way for him. Electronics bend under the weight and start doing strange things and playing unskippable strange songs, televisions play things that match up exactly to things he is talking to you about, conversations of those you walk past speak his words, the clouds contort into clear images like sign language alongside what he's saying, the wind dances with his words as he speaks.

Reality is sent before him on his behalf; reality is, like so much else, the fabric to be used as his masks as he bends himself into the workings of the plane he rarely appears on physically.

#leviathan //#~abyssal murmurs #30 days of them #See if this was hermes id be giving literal like... the cat that is just used by him to get around on this plane that lives nearby #or literal birds or. that time he possessed my mother. god that was fucking hjbfdfjgjfjk something. stuff like that. but like.#no Leviathan Shows Up you just dont know its him #basically the inverse of what this question is asking but opposite=the same

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sansaorgana · 1 year ago

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— THROWN TO THE WOLVES (X)

THROWN TO THE WOLVES MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC

SUMMARY — Muad'Dib's forces attack the palace during the imperial visit on Arrakis. The new Baroness Harkonnen must face her past and choose her future.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreides’ half-sister. A month ago (March 6th) I went to the cinema to watch Dune: Part Two and I stayed up until 3am to write the very first chapter of this fic despite having morning classes on the next day. 🙈 I couldn't have known back then what a journey this would be and how many lovely and amazing readers would be so engaged in this story! 💕 This is the final part – but I am willing to write additional one-shots with these characters in the future. Thank you everyone who suggested me the baby names. I went with the idea commented by @alexandrainlove since it made sense to me due to the fact I have already used the name before in this fic. I loved all your recommendations, though! 🥰 Also, I want to credit @houserautha for pointing out that the thick Harkonnen blood (as I have described it in this fic) would actually be an advantage in combat because it would make bleeding out to death more difficult. I know some of you might be disappointed or sad about some events in the last chapter – I decided to go with my original plan for it because, at the end of the day, I can't possibly please everyone anyway. I loved all your ideas and assumptions, though, they made me rethink my plans many times. Love you! 💗

WARNINGS — arranged marriage, blood, violent behaviour, death, murder, childbirth

WORD COUNT — 12,780 (😳)

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THROWN TO THE WOLVES (X)

You watched the imperial ships land through the window with anticipation and anxiety. They were huge and covered in imperial sigils, now covered with the sand and spice. The symbols of power and influence – a reminder of your whole existence being reduced to the subject and a servant.

Escorted by the guards, you walked down the corridors to greet the guests. Your husband stayed inside to call upon other leaders of the galaxy. Feyd feared that the Emperor had arrived on Arrakis to once again take it from the Harkonnens because of some whim. He wouldn’t let that happen, especially now when it was the first day of his rule as The Baron. Losing such an important planet on the beginning of his reign was a political suicide. But The Harkonnens were in possession of an imperial secret that the Emperor wouldn’t want anyone else to know – his troops had been used to kill the members of the House Atreides… your family. Having other galactic leaders knowing that would mean the end of the Emperor and Feyd-Rautha would not hesitate to threaten him if he was about to take Arrakis from you.

You had just found out that secret and pretended it had not bothered you at all when you walked down the corridor to go outside, accompanied by the guards, with your hand clasped on your abdomen and chin held up high. However, realising the Emperor’s true nature had given you some sort of fighting spirit.

You stood and awaited to face him – The Emperor. The man who was responsible for the death of your family. The next goal of your ambitious game…?

You watched the first men walk out of the imperial ship. The Sardaukar fanatic soldiers caused a shiver to go down your spine. Your few Harkonnen guards suddenly started to feel like little mice locked in a cage with a bunch of fat cats. You almost overlooked The Padishah Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV. He was older and weaker than you had expected and remembered from his visits on Caladan. At the sight of him, your mind filled with intrusive thoughts of how easy it would be to simply… get rid of him.

The Sardaukar soldier’s loud and powerful salute at their Emperor made you shake those thoughts off. Then you spotted two women leaving the ship as well and you started to feel sick when you noticed Bene Gesserit’s Reverend Mother dressed all in black with a veil covering her face.

But you’d recognise her everywhere. You remembered when Lady Jessica had walked you out of your birthday party after turning sixteen. She had taken you to a dark room where this very Reverend Mother had been waiting. Your humanity had been tested in the Gom Jabbar and never before nor after you had experienced such pain in your life. The Reverend Mother had looked at Lady Jessica and uttered out only three words to describe you.

Human… but weak.

You hadn’t gone back to the party. Instead, you had spent the rest of the night by your mother’s grave where your father had eventually found you.

You had been hoping to never see that woman ever again in your life. But here she was now, once again testing you on such a special day as the beginning of your reign.

The other woman was much younger. It was Princess Irulan, daughter of the Emperor. You looked deep into her eyes and she stared back, widening hers. Her dress looked like armour, too.

You had met her only once where you two were children. You had been playing together but she had been very upset at the fact that you had been holding the same title.

“I am not as important as you are, Irulan,” you had been trying to explain to her. “Duke’s daughter is called a Princess but our ranks are not equal. You are an Imperial Princess.”

“I should be the only Princess in the galaxy,” Irulan had pouted at you.

You approached the delegation and bowed down. Technically, you should be kneeling but the late Baron Harkonnen had taught you a few things before his pathetic end. One of them was to always remind the Emperor of the power the Harkonnens were holding. To treat him more as if he was an equal than a superior. You commanded an army bigger than him and your wealth was much more impressive.

“Your Imperial Highness,” you looked up at him and straightened your back. He was staring at you and furrowing his brows, most likely surprised that you were greeting him alone with only a few guards. “Your visit is an honour to us,” you added. “Sadly, we experienced a great loss last night as Muad’Dib’s forces assassinated our beloved late Baron Vladimir Harkonnen,” you faked a shiver of your voice. “Forgive the new Baron,my husband, for not coming out with me to greet you, Your Imperial Highness. He is very busy with his new duties and obligations,” you explained.

The Reverend Mother leaned into the Emperor's ear and whispered something to him. You didn’t like that at all. But he only nodded and raised a hand at his guards to keep following him as he approached you slowly.

“I am very sorry to hear about your loss, Baroness Harkonnen, Duchess Atreides,” he addressed you elegantly and you bowed down again. Once he joined you, you began to walk side by side. His daughter and the Bene Gesserit followed very closely.

“Thank you, Your Imperial Highness,” you faked the sadness of your smile.

“The reason for my visit is the man you have mentioned… Muad’Dib,” he added and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I am aware that we have not caught him yet but now, after last night’s events… I am sure my husband will do everything in his power to avenge his uncle’s death. Muad’Dib’s days are numbered, Your Imperial Highness,” you tried to assure him. “He is nothing but a terrorist. Not only he slayed our late Baron but also some of the servants and most of the guards.”

“What a miracle that is that you and your husband were spared,” The Emperor pointed out and you could swear that there was a shadow of a smirk on his face.

“Prepare the throne room for The Emperor,” you looked at the servants approaching you and they nodded before running away as fast as possible with their heads held low. Then you turned around to look at The Emperor again. “Not lucky, no. We just weren’t the main target. But I am sure he will be back for us.”

“Forgive me, Baroness, I need to rest after the long journey,” The Emperor nodded at you and you bowed down.

“My servants will show you to your rooms as the throne room is being prepared for you to use it when you are rested, Your Imperial Highness,” you told him and nodded at another pair of servants who had just approached you. “Please, do forgive us for our lack of preparations and today’s chaos.”

“It is quite understandable after such a tragedy,” he assured you and walked away with his daughter and some of the soldiers. The rest of The Sardaukar stayed inside to monitor the corridors.

You turned around, ready to go back to your husband when you almost bumped into The Reverend Mother who had stayed behind you.

“Excuse me,” you faked a smile and tried to walk past her but she stood in your way once again. “What seems to be the problem?” You asked.

“The child inside you was not a part of our breeding program,” she stated casually. You felt your son moving as if he knew she was talking about him. You put your hand on your swollen womb protectively.

“I do not care about your breeding program, with all respect. I just want to give House Harkonnen a male heir,” you explained.

“The child is too powerful,” she told you but her words did not make you proud. They sounded too sinister to take it as a compliment.

“In what way?” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I not weak, Reverend Mother?”

“The Harkonnen medics have overdone themselves, Baroness. Your child does not only have all the best genetic material of your flesh and mind… but of all the Atreides and the Harkonnen families. He will be an unstoppable force if trained properly,” the woman whispered.

“I have already promised you a daughter… under certain conditions. I am not giving you a son,” you hissed.

“That is the point, Baroness. It is a shame your child is a son. But do keep going… If the Harkonnen medics are so advanced already, I cannot wait for the daughter you will give us,” you could spot a smile under the veil as your jaw clenched.

“If I were you, I would fear the day she is born,” you nodded at her and walked away. This time she allowed you to, but she kept staring at you until you disappeared behind the corner to go back to Feyd and tell him about the reason for The Emperor’s sudden visit.

“I have brought back the spice production to full efficiency, Your Imperial Highness,” Feyd explained himself as he was looking up at The Emperor sitting on the Arrakis’ throne with his daughter and The Reverend Mother standing beside him. He had been questioning your husband for the last fifteen minutes, as if it was really an interrogation which would decide whether he should keep governing Arrakis or not.

“Have you, Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen? Or has your late uncle done that?” The Emperor asked.

You were standing a step behind your husband, with your head kept low and your hands clasped on your abdomen, playing a dutiful wife. You knew that showing off your power and influence in front of The Emperor would only make Feyd look even weaker in his eyes.

“He was a great help but I was The Governor of Arrakis, with all respect,” Feyd answered, trying to hide his anger and frustration.

“And what about that idiot brother of yours?”

“Count Rabban has been dismissed. He’s on his way to Giedi Prime now, Your Imperial Highness,” Feyd nodded.

“His problems with the spice production were a result of the activity of the mysterious Muad’Dib… You still haven’t caught him either, have you, Baron Harkonnen?” The Emperor hummed to himself. “And last night he slaughtered your uncle, so I’ve been told… Tell me, what do you know about him?”

“He’s one of the Fremen, I assume. A leader of a terrorist group with great influence,” Feyd explained.

“And you, Baroness?” The Emperor addressed you and you looked up, too, surprised to be included. “I have been told of your influence in the House Harkonnen. Do not play a shy mouse with me.”

You smiled nervously at his words and bowed down slightly.

“I did not mean to play anything, Your Imperial Highness. Please, do forgive me for my sombre mood today after last night’s tragic events…” You batted your eyelashes at him and took a step forward. Now you were arm to arm with your husband. “I do not know more than The Baron about Muad’Dib,” you added as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Liar!” The Reverend Mother exclaimed suddenly and the whole room went silent. Feyd turned his head around to squint his eyes at you and with the corner of your own you spotted a hint of sense of betrayal upon his face.

“I am not a liar, Your Imperial Highness,” you shook your head. “I can not know for certain.”

“But you do have your assumptions,” The Reverend Mother pointed out and you swallowed thickly, feeling the weight of this secret on your shoulders.

“I am suspecting that Muad’Dib might be my brother… Prince Paul Atreides,” you whispered.

“The Atreides are all dead,” Feyd drawled through gritted teeth. “That is impossible.”

“So I thought,” you nodded. “But Paul has been haunting my dreams since the first night I came here. After some time I started to realise that they might not be dreams at all… More like visions. He has been communicating with me and it appears to me now that he might have survived in the desert after The Harkonnen invasion,” you avoided looking into anyone’s eyes.

“Why haven’t you told me about those visions?” Your husband’s voice was full of anger and betrayal and it surprised you how much you hated to make him feel this way. After all, you two were supposed to always play on the same team.

“Because I thought they hold no significance,” you finally dared to look into his eyes again. “What does it change who he truly is? And I could not be sure anyway.”

“Why would Paul Atreides communicate with Baroness Harkonnen?” Princess Irulan asked and you looked at her. “Do not misunderstand me, my Lady, but you are no Bene Gesserit. You hold no telepathic power like that.”

“He is not communicating with her,” The Reverend Mother pointed out. “He is communicating with her son. Because if Muad’Dib is as powerful as they say that he is now, then Baroness’ unborn child is the only person who can stop him.”

“Stop him how?” You asked with furrowed brows.

“Your child’s powers are not yet fully known but his presence might be interrupting Muad’Dib’s foreseeing abilities,” she explained.

“Foreseeing abilities?” The Emperor moved uncomfortably on the throne. “What exactly are we dealing with?!”

The timing of those words was not of the best kind as a loud booming sound from the outside reached your ears. Startled by it, you grabbed Feyd’s arm to squeeze it.

“My Lord! My Lady!” One of the engineers from the conference room ran inside, breathing heavily with his eyes widened, not even caring about The Emperor’s presence. “The Fremen… They are using The Atreides’ nuclear weapons to attack us and they are coming at us… Hundreds of them… Thousands… All united as they’re waving The Atreides flags.”

“Duchess Atreides, care to explain?” The Emperor asked you and you looked at him as if he was crazy.

“I’ve had nothing to do with that!” You denied. “I haven’t even been told where my father had hidden the Atreides nuclear weapons. If I had known, they’d be used against the Fremen long time ago, Your Imperial Highness,” you stated.

“It’s Muad’Dib,” The Reverend Mother said. “As he promised to come.”

“Wait, you had an agreement with him?” You asked her but she remained silent. “I thought you wanted him dead.”

“We were curious about him, Baroness,” The Emperor informed you. “We were supposed to have negotiations.”

Another booming sound made you shiver as the walls around you trembled.

“Negotiations, you say,” you drawled. “There you have them,” you pointed at the door. “We don’t have enough guards to protect us from this sort of attack, even with your Sardaukar soldiers, Your Imperial Highness! Most of them were slain last night.”

“And whose was the hand that slayed them?!” The Emperor yelled and you tried to keep your poker face on but you hated the feeling of fear creeping up on you. You thought you would never be afraid again in your life.

But now you were afraid. You were afraid of the Muad’Dib forces outside the palace and you were afraid of The Emperor sitting on a throne above you. He was an old and weak man but his power was still strong enough to cause you harm, especially with his fanatic soldiers surrounding you in the room.

“Fear not,” an odd, unfamiliar voice filled your brain. You furrowed your brow and looked around, trying to reach for the person trying to communicate with you. However, the voice was deep and raspy in a Harkonnen way. It reminded you of Feyd’s but his face looked pretty oblivious. “Fear not, mother,” the voice spoke again and you gasped.

The Emperor thought that you gasped because of his accusation, though.

“I do not care about The Harkonnen’s inside affairs,” he informed you angrily. “However, now we’re all paying the price of your last night’s selfish act!”

You didn’t know what to feel or do. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and the new discovery of your son’s voice being able to communicate with you. The booming sounds were becoming more and more frequent and the Harkonnen guards formed a circle around you and The Emperor alongside the Sardaukar soldiers.

You hid behind Feyd and dug your fingernails into his shoulder. Some part of you wished Muad’Dib was indeed Paul Atreides. Well, he had to be since they were using the Atreides nuclear weapons and flags. Your own brother would not kill you, would he?

He would understand that everything you had done, you had done to survive. If he had survived in that desert, he would understand everything.

The Emperor, Princess Irulan and The Reverend Mother walked down to stand beside you so the soldier’s circle around you could tighten.

“Can you hear me?” You thought.

“All the time,” your son answered and you smiled slightly to yourself.

It was a comforting thought to know that.

“Is that true that you’re able to stop Paul?” You asked inside your mind.

“I can try,” he answered.

“Your voice reminds me so much of your father’s,” you kept talking to him and distracting yourself from the sight of the doors being stormed as a horde of Fremen was trying to get inside the room with the sound of explosions in the distance.

“I am his son,” he answered very seriously and you almost chuckled at the fact he was clearly as rigid as Feyd – so logical and stiff even as an unborn baby.

“Yes, you are, my darling,” your hand, placed protectively on your swollen womb, squeezed the flesh through the dress’ fabric and that was when the doors opened with a loud bang sound and for a short while you thought you would die on Arrakis indeed, where your father’s bones already remained somewhere in the desert. Perhaps it was The Atreides’ fate to die on Arrakis.

But, after all, you were a Harkonnen.

You had not been attacked, though. Once your guards had been defeated, you were all taken to one of the rooms and locked there with the Fremen guards outside ensuring you would not escape. You were waiting for Muad’Dib’s forces to take over the whole palace as you were basically his captives.

Sitting on a chair with Feyd crouching down by your side, you were worried sick about Astra and Cara. You hoped that the Fremen wouldn’t hurt the servants but seeing their brutality and barbaric ways, you weren’t so sure about it. The Emperor was sitting, too, and staring at you with his eyes squinted.

“If that really is your brother, Duchess Atreides…” he started.

“Then what, Your Imperial Highness?” You snapped at him. When his dangerous guards were defeated, he was just an old, weak man and no threat to you. Feyd would slit his throat in half a second.

If he had a knife. But it had been taken away from him and surprisingly, he had been pretty obedient about it. You were grateful because you did not want to watch him getting slaughtered by a whole bunch of Fremen. He was a great warrior but every person had their limits of how many opponents they could take at the same time.

Your knife had not been taken, though. As a woman – especially pregnant – you hadn’t been searched properly and you hadn’t brought up the fact that you had a knife strapped to your hip under all the folds of your dress. Even Feyd didn’t know about it and you wanted it to remain this way. You hoped that you wouldn’t have to use it but you couldn’t be sure and it was better to keep it a secret.

“I can’t be responsible for his behaviour just because I am Duchess Atreides,” you reminded The Emperor.

“If Muad’Dib is really Paul Atreides then you are no Duchess Atreides, Baroness Harkonnen,” The Emperor reminded you. “His actions speak for your House then, not yours.”

“My House is Harkonnen,” you only barked at him and turned your face around to Feyd. You held his hand and he leaned in to place a kiss upon your forehead, sensing your nervousness.

“What kind of fighter is your brother?” He asked you in a whisper but everyone could hear him.

“He was bad last time I saw him. Weak and pathetic in combat,” you answered. “But now he is different. He’s been training a lot.”

“How can you know that?” Princess Irulan looked at you, intrigued.

“If we believe my visions, I know he’s been training. If he is Muad’Dib, we don’t even have to believe my visions. Muad’Dib is the only name my brother-in-law fears and he’s the one called Beast Rabban,” you told her.

“He is an abomination,” The Reverend Mother spoke up, “in a different, worse way than the spawn inside you, Baroness Harkonnen.”

“What did you call my son?” Feyd’s muscles tensed.

“Calm down, Baron, she knows what I’m talking about,” the old woman was not bothered by making him angry. “Your son might be the only hope for us. He is interfering Muad’Dib’s foreseeing abilities.”

“I do not like the way you speak of it as if it’s all certain,” The Emperor joined. “If that is true, then I wish I had known about it sooner.”

“Father, there are some secrets that shall be kept even from you,” his daughter tried to calm him down.

“I disagree.”

“We shouldn’t fight now,” you interrupted them. “If we want to survive, we have to work together.”

“And what do you propose, Baroness?” The Emperor asked you with a contemptuous smirk. “He’s a madman, your brother.”

“So is my husband,” you raised your chin proudly. “And do not underestimate me, Your Imperial Highness, as I am the madman’s sister.”

The doors opened loudly and the Fremen warriors looked at all of you with visible contempt that made a shiver go down your body.

“Muad’Dib wishes to see you,” one of them barked at you.

Feyd helped you to stand up and you were taken to one of the rooms upstairs with a balcony and a beautiful view. The sun was setting slowly and giving the whole chamber an orange hue.

Gurney Halleck was the first man you recognised. He was standing in the middle of the room and waiting for you. You honestly hadn’t expected him to survive The Harkonnen invasion.

Seeing your father’s Warmaster broke something in you. It was as if the young Princess Atreides bloomed once again inside your rotten heart. After all, he had known you ever since you were a little girl.

“Gurney!” You smiled and ran up to him, not caring much about Feyd’s hands trying to stop you. The Fremen soldiers reached for their knives but Halleck stopped them with a small gesture of his hand.

“Princess!” He smiled at the sight of you as well and opened his arms. You had never been close – not as close as he had been with your brother at least – but seeing him brought back all the memories and for a short while you thought that finally, after all those months surrounded by the Harkonnens… you were saved.

You hugged Gurney with a wide smile and he fixed a loose hair strand falling rebelliously on your forehead.

“Look at you, Princess… So mature now, aren’t you?” He asked in a whisper. There was pain in his eyes and it brought tears to your own.

He was sorry for you. But he was sorry in a different way than all those late Baron’s guests who had been looking at you as if you were a little, innocent, naive prey. He was Gurney, your Gurney and he had known you. You were his Princess. He was sorry for you because he knew who you had been and who you were supposed to be under different circumstances. He had known your heart. Your whims, your moods, your smiles, your laughter, your dreams, your kindness and your humour. He had known all of you.

And perhaps all this time you had been wanting for someone to be sorry for you. You didn’t want to be admired for your strength and ability to survive, for your cunning mind and your schemes. You just wanted someone to admit that a great pain had been inflicted upon you and it was unfair to happen to you and brought you nothing but suffering.

Before you could open your mouth and answer him, the doors opened and you gasped at the sight of Muad’Dib followed by the Bene Gesserit sisters.

You would recognise his silhouette and his walk everywhere. Your brother, Paul Atreides – it was really him.

Perhaps the shock was not as big as it would be because of the dreams you two had been sharing for the past few weeks.

But was it really your brother…? His hair was longer and curly now, no longer neatly combed, his eyes were blue from the spice and the way he wore his stillsuit felt nearly as if it was his second skin. You had never seen him so angry and confident, so ready to fight and so bloodthirsty.

The Bene Gesserit surrounded their most important one – sitting on a chair with her face covered in tattoos and sheer veils. She looked familiar to you, you thought, and then she laid her own eyes on you – blue from the spice – and you realised it was Lady Jessica.

Throughout the past few months, both of you seemed to significantly rise in power.

“Brother…!” You ran up to him, instinctively, despite everything that was telling you not to trust the man in front of you – he was not your brother, he was a shell of Paul Atreides; filled with hate and anger and a newly discovered hunger for power.

Perhaps you two had more in common now.

“Sister,” he greeted you with a nod of his head and you froze in your place as you were about to give him a hug but he visibly did not want it.

A long, awkward silence occurred between everyone gathered in the room. You tried to keep your chin held up but your head felt heavy at that moment as you realised that there was no home and no family to go back to.

You were not about to be saved by a long lost family. There was nothing to save you from. Giedi Prime was your home and Feyd-Rautha was your family.

Paul looked down with contempt as his eyes fixed on your abdomen. He was visibly uncomfortable with the presence of your son. He had to sense his abilities interfering with his own.

“I’ve been informed that apparently, last night, I have slain my grandfather,” he smirked.

“Your grandfather?” You asked, surprised, and then you laid your eyes on Lady Jessica.

Perhaps that was why you fitted so well with The Harkonnens. You had been apparently raised by one of them.

There were actually many things you wanted to ask her. Why had she taught you how to be able to fight The Voice? Why had she been preparing you for things you were clearly not destined to become? And – most importantly – had she ever had any love for you in her heart?

“I do not mind such accusations,” Paul told you and reached out his hand to caress your cheek. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Feyd’s muscles tensing. Your brother’s touch was surprisingly gentle but it did not feel like Paul at all. And your son was kicking your ribs in a painful way for as long as his uncle’s touch lingered upon your skin. “I have missed you, sister. You never replied to any of my letters.”

“I was not given any letters,” you told him.

“I see,” Paul looked down again, this time he focused on The Atreides signet ring on your pinky finger. “Kneel down,” he ordered and you furrowed your brows.

“Excuse me?”

“Kneel down, Baroness Harkonnen and I shall spare your life,” he expanded his thought. “I feel sentimental today,” he added. “You can live, however your husband and the spawn inside you cannot.”

You felt as if he had just spit in your face. That was more offensive than hurtful and more angering than saddening.

“You’re insane,” you took a step back. “How dare you speak to me in such a manner, Paul Atreides? You’re a Fremen savage terrorist now. I am The Duchess of The House Atreides, The Baroness of The House Harkonnen and I will not kneel down in front of you,” you stated proudly.

“I am The Duke Atreides!” He yelled as you took a few more steps back. “I am the son of Duke Leto Atreides and you are nothing but a spoiled Princess that was thrown out and disposed of to die amongst The Harkonnens!” He reminded you harshly.

“There are ships appearing above the planet,” one of the Fremen interrupted you as he informed your brother. He was staring at a tracking device in his hand. “They are leaders of the Great Houses. Someone had to call upon them earlier.”

“That person has done me a great favour,” Paul smirked mischievously. “I am going to inform them about what you have done to my father, Your Imperial Highness,” he addressed The Emperor with contempt. “And by defeating you, I will take your daughter as my wife and reign as The new Emperor of The House Atreides.”

“Please, don’t! My father is old and weak! You can’t fight him!” Princess Irulan stood in front of her father to cover him with her own body.

“Such a fight will take no place,” you clenched your jaw. “He has no right to speak in the name of The House Atreides. I am The Duchess of it and he’s just a Fremen terrorist!”

“Perhaps you haven’t heard me right, dear sister…” Paul started.

“I have heard you perfectly well, brother,” you turned around to face him with raised eyebrows.

“Then you know that I am The Duke,” he squinted his eyes at you.

“I will not give up such a title easily,” you raised your head even higher as you straightened yourself. “I shall challenge you to a duel, brother.”

“Challenge to a duel? Me?” Paul snorted at you. “You cannot wield a blade sister.”

“I am the blade of my Baroness,” Feyd’s raspy voice interrupted you as everyone looked at him.

He nodded at you and you nodded back, approaching him to put a hand on his chest.

“Do not disappoint me, Feyd,” you whispered. “Make me proud like you always do.”

You hoped he was aware of the weight of the responsibility placed upon his shoulders right now. It was not a simple duel with Paul Atreides caused by his wife’s whim to keep some title. It was a duel about the future of his House, a duel about his child’s life… Perhaps a duel about the future of the whole galaxy.

And you hated that on that day you’d either lose a husband or a brother. Losing your husband would be much worse – you couldn’t imagine your life without Feyd now and what you’d end up like without his protection. On the other hand, seeing Paul die – even changed like that – would bring you no pleasure.

“Give my husband his blade back,” you barked at the Fremen guards as you stood next to Princess Irulan and watched the guard hesitantly handing Feyd his knife.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Baroness,” Princess Irulan hissed at you.

“Would you rather get on your knees and beg him, Princess?” You asked her.

“For my father’s life, I would.”

“Well, that is not a tradition of The House Harkonnen to beg on our knees,” you explained.

No one had to know how pathetic the late Baron had been in his last moments. Or how easy it was to humiliate Count Glossu Rabban.

“Have faith, mother,” your son’s voice brought you great comfort as Feyd and Paul stood facing each other. Hot Arrakis' sun was setting slowly behind them; its light was making them both look more like nothing but dark silhouettes.

“It’s nice to meet you, cousin,” Paul greeted your husband.

“Cousin? Is that so?” Feyd looked amused.

“Please, save your father. Do not let your uncle have any advantage. Let your father have a fair fight,” you pleaded to the baby inside you.

You had to be very desperate to count on the unborn child to save you, you realised.

“May thy knife chip and shatter,” Paul raised his blade to perform the traditional Harkonnen gesture.

It annoyed you how he displayed his Harkonnen heritage as if he was more of it than you were. He might have had their blood but he was no Harkonnen. Perhaps that was what you had always felt towards your brother above anything else – annoyance.

He was simply annoying in a way he was nothing special and yet your father favoured him because he was a boy and a son of a woman your father loved. It was annoying that he had a mother and you did not. That he would inherit the title you could only dream of. That he was following you around like a lost puppy, pretending that you two were normal, loving siblings. You loved him but the annoyance was often stronger. And now the love was barely there.

Your brother had died in that desert. Muad’Dib was not your brother.

Just like Baroness Harkonnen was not his sister.

“May thy knife chip and shatter,” Feyd smirked at Paul as he repeated the Harkonnen gesture and the duel began.

The whole room went completely silent. The only sounds were the ones of the fight – the music of the crossing knives and occasional grunts. Amongst the Fremen women, two watched the most curiously. One of them was naturally Lady Jessica, meanwhile the other one was a young woman whose blue eyes were following Paul’s every move.

Feyd noticed her, too, as he pointed at her with a smirk.

“Your pet?” He asked Paul.

Your brother did not answer and attacked but you had your eyes glued on the Fremen woman. She would possibly cause trouble in case of Paul’s death, so you wanted to remember her face.

You did not like the way Paul seemed to fight as good as your husband. You were aware his skills had improved but nothing could prepare you for the sight of him blocking nearly every blow and successfully performing his own. The way these two skillful warriors fought reminded you more of some sort of sophisticated dance than a common fight. And if this duel was not about your future and your life, you’d love to watch it and admire it.

Princess Irulan was as scared as you were. She held your hand and you squeezed it to give her comfort.

As women you could only watch and hope for the men to spare you. In times like that, you hated to be a woman. No matter how much power and influence you were holding, in critical moments like this, you were only an observer of the grand spectacle of life.

A soft gasp left your mouth at the sight of your brother attacking Feyd with so much ferocity that your husband stumbled for a moment and when he raised his head again, you spotted fresh blood dripping from his nose all over his chin. He smirked, of course, since pain was bringing him pleasure. However, his pain was bringing no pleasure to you.

The duel progressed in a more aggressive manner. The foreplay was long gone now as two opponents were growing more and more frustrated with each other. It was getting less sophisticated and more messy. You tried to follow the movements closely but sometimes you missed half of them because of their speed.

Princess Irulan’s loud wheeze made you realise that Paul’s blade found a thin gap in Feyd’s stillsuit as his blade cut deep into your husband’s flesh right below his rib. Your eyes widened at the sight and your heart sank so deep in your chest that you forgot to breathe to the point of dizziness.

Paul had a smirk on his face when he turned around to face you as Feyd dropped his blade and stumbled behind him. You stood there, petrified as the reality around you seemed to slow down.

You felt more like an animal than a human being at that moment – your head was empty, you were driven by nothing but instincts.

Feyd fell down to his knees as Paul began walking towards you, limping slightly. Your free hand covered your womb as your other hand squeezed Irulan’s hand so tight you nearly crashed it. You tried to keep your eyes on Paul, you wanted to observe his moves to make sure you’d be able to somehow defend yourself. But you couldn’t. You kept staring at your husband and you noticed his struggle to get the blade out of his body. You couldn’t understand why he was trying to do that since a skilled and experienced fighter like him had known perfectly well it was never a good idea.

On shaky legs but with all the force, bleeding from his fresh wound, Feyd rose up and attacked Paul yet again, accompanied by Lady Jessica’s scream that made you shiver.

Your brother turned around, surprised to see Feyd back on his feet again – desperate act of a wounded, dying animal, ready to sacrifice everything to win the final battle. Feyd pushed the blade in between the gaps of Paul’s stillsuit and twisted the knife with a psychotic smile before they both fell to the ground.

After a short while of silence with the waves of shock going through your body, you screamed and ran up to Feyd. Lady Jessica stood up and ran up to her son. Everyone watched with widened eyes the two feral women kneeling down arm to arm, holding the wounded men in their arms.

Feyd chuckled at the sight of you and coughed up as you put your hands on his wound. The Harkonnen blood was thicker, which was making bleeding out to death a more difficult process but you could see his eyes getting hazy anyway.

You felt the tears streaming down your face as you caressed his cheek and he raised his hand weakly to put it on your womb.

“No!” Lady Jessica’s scream was animalistic. You turned your head around and saw her face winced in so much pain and anger that she no longer seemed human. You took a short glance down and noticed that life had completely left your brother’s body by now. It stinged your heart, too, but you knew that it meant only one thing – Feyd had won. You were The Duchess Atreides now. “He’s dead!” Lady Jessica yelled at you.

You were a mother now, too. You couldn’t imagine the depth of her pain and loss. Her only son – dead in her arms. Your brother.

Her hand reached out for the blade stuck in Paul’s guts. The same blade that had wounded your husband before. Now she wanted to slay Feyd with it to make sure he would die, too.

“Mother,” your son warned you and driven by a pure instinct you swiftly grabbed the short knife attached to the armour piece on your hip beneath all the folds of your dress. Without thinking you stabbed her before she was able to take the blade out of her son’s dead body.

Lady Jessica’s blue eyes widened as she looked deep into yours and you sobbed.

“Forgive me,” you whispered, your hand shaking as you had just committed your very first direct murder.

You would never find out all the things you wanted to ask her. Sometimes even the biggest questions remained unanswered. Perhaps it was for the best.

And Lady Jessica had to understand that what you had done was caused by your need to protect your family. She had been one of those people sending you to the Harkonnens. She couldn’t be surprised now to see you had become one of them. You had to protect them.

Her body fell down on top of Paul’s and all the Fremen started to look around uncomfortably. You did not care, you focused on your husband again. His eyelids were getting heavy but he was still smiling.

“Can somebody help?!” You asked, looking around. “Please,” you begged Gurney.

“Stilgar,” he looked at one of the Fremen who looked like he was important and most likely the new leader after Muad’Dib’s death. “Bring here those servants we are holding captive,” he told him.

The man called Stilgar nodded unsurely and two Fremen guards left the room in a hurry.

“Please, don’t die,” you whispered to Feyd, cradling his head and putting it on your lap delicately. “Please, don’t leave me now.”

“I’ve made you proud, my Lady?” He asked in a weak whisper.

“Oh, you’ve made me the proudest,” you smiled through the tears. “But you can’t leave us now… None of this matters without you, my darling,” you wiped the blood off of his chin with your sleeve but it only smeared some more. “I love you, please…”

You expected to give up completely one day and finally confess your feelings but you had never expected it would be on the day of his death.

Feyd chuckled as his hand weakly slid down your womb as he no longer had any strength to keep it there.

“I love you, too, pet,” his whisper was inaudible but you heard him right and sobbed some more, watching his eyes close.

“No! No, no, no…” You lowered yourself down and pressed your forehead to his, covering his face with your tears.

The doors opened and the Harkonnen medic entered the room in a hurry, accompanied by a few spared servants with Astra and Cara among them. Your poor girls were terrified and trembling. It was a great relief to see them but in a moment like this, you couldn’t care much about anything but your husband.

What was the point of defeating Paul? What was the point of anything without Feyd by your side?

The medic hurried to your side and knelt down next to Feyd’s body. He examined it quickly and furrowed his brows.

“My Lady, he’s still alive,” he informed you and you looked up at him.

“Wh-what?”

“The body functions are still there, Baroness. He lost consciousness due to the blood loss but maybe… Maybe I can still save The Baron’s life,” he swallowed thickly.

“What are you waiting for then?!” You yelled at him and he nodded, beckoning over a few male servants to help him carry Feyd’s body to the medical wing of the palace.

You stood up clumsily and watched them walk out. You wanted to follow them and forget about anything else but you were aware that at a moment like this you could not leave any case unfinished.

You faced The Emperor. He looked as if he was about to have a heart attack, his face paler than usual and his eyes widened. His shaking hand was holding Irulan’s one.

“I, Duchess (Y/N) of The House Atreides, Baroness of The House Harkonnen, pledge my allegiance to The Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV,” you kneeled down and bowed your head.

His time would come, too, of that you were sure. But not now. Not yet.

“May your service be accepted, Duchess Atreides, Baroness Harkonnen,” he nodded at you and stood up once again.

You turned around at the Fremen, looking at the man named Stilgar who had been watching you very closely ever since Paul’s death.

“You may attack us but all the ships above us with the galactic leaders will destroy your homeworld in revenge,” you informed him. “Or you might cooperate with me. I will give you what my father has never given you and what he would never give you,” you added. “I shall join my husband now but I want you to stay here and negotiate with you.”

Stilgar looked around to see the faces of his fellow Fremen brothers and sisters. You knew that the reason they had not yet attacked you despite all your guards being slain was respect. You were the one to win the duel and it was your husband who slain their Muad’Dib. You were the one to slay their Reverend Mother.

Some of the fellow Fremen were shaking their heads hesitantly, not trusting you. But some of them were nodding.

“We can divide the planet for spice production and for Fremen to live in. We do not harvest spice in the south of Arrakis because it is inhabitable to us,” you explained. “So if we give the south to you, we will not lose any production. And you will have your own territory to live in. I am going to help you to turn the south of Arrakis into a more friendly place as much as possible. The Harkonnen science is well developed, I am sure they will find a way to make trees grow again there. And I offer you to have a representative during the most important councils about Arrakis’ fate in the future. That would be you, I assume?” You tried to explain calmly. “I do not want you as enemies. Arrakis is big and spacious enough for all of us.”

The long silence occurred.

“What if I was wrong? What if she is Lisan Al Gaib?” Stilgar asked and some of the Fremen rolled their eyes angrily.

“I am no Lisan Al Gaib,” you told him, “I am Duchess Atreides, Baroness Harkonnen. That is how you shall address me.”

“The leaders of The Great Houses are getting impatient,” one of the Fremen said as he was monitoring the tracking device in his hand.

“Tell them to come down,” you looked at him. “They shall witness our new deal.”

Hesitantly, Stilgar nodded at the man.

“Now, do excuse me, I should go to my husband,” you nodded your head at him and then at The Emperor.

You were about to walk out, when Gurney spoke up.

“What about Paul’s body? Lady Jessica’s?”

“Do you know where my father’s remains are?” You asked him.

“I have my assumptions,” he answered. There was no kindness nor love in his eyes anymore when he was looking at you. There was hurt, betrayal and anger. None of it mattered to you anymore.

“Find it then and send all of them back to Caladan. Lay them down next to my mother,” you told him. “I do not want Arrakis to be known for being a place where the Atreides rot.”

“My Lady,” he nodded.

With your eyes you found the Fremen woman who most likely had been Paul’s lover. She was now kneeling to his body and stroking his cheeks.

“You,” you addressed her as she looked up angrily. She could kill you with her eyes only if she could. “What is your name?”

“Chani,” she answered proudly.

“Was Muad’Dib your lover?”

She hesitated before answering.

“Yes.”

“Change of plans, then,” you looked at Gurney. “Lady Jessica and my father shall go back to Caladan. Let this woman bury Muad’Dib as she wishes.”

“My Lady,” he bowed.

“Let it be known that Baroness Harkonnen can get a little sentimental,” you smirked at Chani before walking out of the room.

Your body was so full of adrenaline that you felt as if you were in a dream.

Feyd was unconscious for three days now and most of them you were spending in the medical wing, holding his hand. In the meantime you were working on a deal with Stilgar. The Emperor had left Arrakis as soon as possible but not without thanking you for your loyalty and support that he had promised not to forget.

With fake kindness you assured him of your sincerity as if you hadn’t been already planning how to get rid of him next. Seeing his weakness and how easily your brother would take his title, if not stopped by your husband, made your own hunger for power even greater.

The leaders of The Great Houses hadn’t stayed for long but they borrowed you servants and guards for until your own would come from Giedi Prime, sent by Count Glossu Rabban.

So much was happening and so many things there were to process but your mind was in a haze. All you could truly focus on was Feyd. At first you wanted to give up completely but it was your son who decided to motivate you.

“You have to be strong now, mother. Do it for me,” he had pleaded.

And he had been right. You had to make all the arrangements to ensure the position of the House Harkonnen for your heir.

Holding Feyd’s cold hand and caressing his fingers, you watched his body functions on the monitor. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Some part of you was glad he was getting all this rest. You just hoped he would eventually be alright.

Suddenly, you felt his cold slim fingers move slightly. You looked at his face and watched his eyelids flutter before opening slowly. He looked around, confused.

“Pet?” He only asked at the sight of you, confused, as you smiled widely and sobbed a few happy tears.

“Oh, Feyd!” You leaned in to place a soft kiss upon his lips. “Oh, my darling…”

“Shouldn’t I be dead now?”

“Not on my watch,” you caressed his cheeks. “You’ve been knocked out for three days, my Baron,” you told him. “Let me call a medic to examine you.”

You stood up and informed the guard behind the doors that Baron Harkonnen was awake and he nodded before walking away to call for the medic.

While you waited for him, you told Feyd about everything that had been happening for the past three days. He was only watching you closely and nodding his head.

“My uncle was right. You’re better suited to be The Baroness than I am to be The Baron,” he told you eventually.

“Don’t say that! You’d do the same,” you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“No, I would not. I would slay all the Fremen once I’d have an army here.”

“You would not because I would advise you otherwise,” you chuckled and then you took a deep breath in. “I can’t wait to go back home.”

“Home?” He furrowed his brows.

“Giedi Prime,” you answered like it was obvious. “I want our son to be born there.”

“We need to find someone worthy of being the Governor of Arrakis first. Someone loyal and not a complete idiot like my brother,” Feyd reminded you.

“I’ve already found one and sent him a letter,” you admitted, a little anxious about his reaction.

“Who?”

“Lord Kirill, the one who married one of my former maids. She bore him a son not so long ago. He will be loyal and I’ve read about his successful military campaigns in one of the books,” you answered.

“Lord Kirill is not a bad choice,” Feyd nodded. “We can allow him to try.”

“I’ve told that man, Stilgar, that he can write to me any time if anything happens. For some reason he seems to respect me greatly. Probably because I have slain their Reverend Mother,” you laughed nervously.

“And how do you feel about it?” Feyd asked, squinting his eyes at you as he slowly sat up on the bed.

You didn’t answer at first. Your smile dropped and you stared in the distance.

“I remember how your uncle told me that you had killed your mother. I could not understand it back then. It seemed to be the worst thing a person can do,” you admitted. “But I’ve realised that I have killed my mother twice. I killed my biological mother by being born and I killed Lady Jessica who has raised me. And guess what… The sun still rises in the morning. My blood still flows. As if nothing terrible happened at all. Strange,” you looked at him again.

“With time you just don’t feel anything anymore,” he assured you.

“She was with a child, the medic told me. Lady Jessica was as pregnant as I am. With a daughter. My sister,” you whispered.

“So, you slaughtered them both,” Feyd smirked. Of course it brought him some sadistic satisfaction.

“I have slaughtered the last member of The Atreides family except for me,” you told him. “This House dies with me so the House Harkonnen can thrive. This is the greatest sacrifice and I only hope it is going to pay off.”

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head.

“You shall give my son The Harkonnen Empire,” you stated but before he could answer, the medic entered the room with a smile.

“I’m so glad to see you awake, my Baron,” he approached your husband. “You must be starving, I’ve told the cooks to prepare your favourite steak.”

Feyd nodded at him.

“My Lady, your servant girls would like to see you,” the medic told you and you stood up.

“From now on, you shall address Astra and Cara as my maids,” you told him.

The title would not change much about their position but at least it was giving them some dignity. The medic’s eyes widened a little but he nodded.

“I will see you soon,” you leaned in to place a kiss upon Feyd’s forehead before walking out and going to your bedroom.

Astra and Cara were standing by the window, waiting for your arrival. When you entered the chamber, they both approached you excitedly.

“Is that true that the Baron is awake now, my Lady?” Astra asked.

“Yes, my darling, it is,” you nodded.

“Oh, what a relief!” Cara sighed.

They were terrified of Feyd but they knew that if he died, no one would allow you to be Baroness Harkonnen on your own. The Harkonnen lords would most likely start an uprising. No one would accept a woman in charge – especially an off-world woman. They would rather crown Count Glossu Rabban their next Baron and you’d be an outcast alongside your son. Without any family to go to. Meanwhile, your servants – now maids – would either be killed or enslaved again.

But that would not happen – not at all. And it was hard to believe that you really had survived and found a new home, new family, new purpose. Perhaps you fitted even better with them than you had ever had with The Atreides on Caladan. Perhaps it was making it easier to cope when you believed that.

Bittersweet was the taste of your victory. You still remembered your brother’s dead body laying on the floor. You remembered Lady Jessica’s widened eyes right after you stabbed her. They would haunt you forever but you knew they were inevitable to happen if you wanted your happy ending and your survival.

And you wanted them more than anything.

Coming back to Giedi Prime was making you a bit anxious. You weren’t sure what people’s reactions would be to Feyd and you being the new Baron and Baroness Harkonnen. Rabban was assuring you that the citizens were rather excited but you were mostly worried about the noble lords. Only the most stupid ones believed in the late Baron’s death being caused by Muad’Dib. But the stupid ones didn’t matter.

The official ceremony of you and your husband becoming the Baron and Baroness was planned for the day after your arrival. Surprisingly, Rabban who had been responsible for making arrangements, had done a splendid job. The whole Giedi Prime was decorated already when you looked at the city from the windows of your ship. He was doing his best to stay in Feyd’s favour.

“Do you wish to keep your old bedrooms, my Lord, my Lady?” One of the servants asked once you entered the Giedi Prime’s fortress. “We can prepare the late Baron’s chambers for you.”

“Is that the room with the bathtub?” You asked and Feyd nodded at you with a hint of disgust in his eyes. “We wish to keep our old ones, thank you,” you informed the servant. “But I do want to change some decor,” you added. “Some other time, though, now I’m exhausted,” you dismissed the bowing man.

“You still say thank you to the servants, even now when you’re The Baroness,” Feyd smirked at you as you two began walking down the corridor to reach the staircase.

It was a surprising feeling but you sighed out of relief as you passed all the huge black doors on your way. It truly felt like home.

“That is how I was raised. It’s not easy to change what we were taught as children,” you reminded him and he nodded.

Feyd walked you to your shared bedrooms since you could barely walk in your current state. You were about to give birth any day now and you noticed he didn’t like leaving you alone for long when you were in that state. He waited for Astra and Cara to join you before he eventually left to deal with some official duties as The Baron.

Your maids brought a celebration dress with them to show you and make the final fittings. It was so huge that it filled half of the bedroom space. Black and feathered with enough volume to hide your pregnancy.

“How do you feel, Baroness?” Astra asked as she fixed one of the feathers on the dress’ fabric and you were looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Like an Empress already,” you smirked to yourself.

Cara and Astra looked at each other significantly but they chose not to comment.

“Like an Empress of death,” you added. “I imagine The Harkonnen Empire to be a dark, cold and scary place. I can see snakes slithering down the black marble floors, following me wherever I go, willing to attack any enemy of mine,” you dreamt out loud.

In one of the Harkonnen books you had read about such creatures – genetically modified to be loyal pets to their owners and deadly attacking their enemies. You had been waiting to become The Baroness to ask the engineers for pets like these, too.

The celebration was supposed to start in the late afternoon but you were on your feet since early morning, dealing with official papers to sign and to get familiar with. There were off-world guests to greet – Princess Irulan amongst them, representing House Corrino and her father. He was still grateful for what you had done on Arrakis in a nearly exaggerated way. Perhaps he knew about your bloodthirsty ambitions blooming within you and he hoped to become your friend.

The Emperor himself being desperate for you to like him because of the power you were holding now. That was delicious in a way, you had to admit.

He was not the only one. The word had spread about what had happened on Arrakis. Feyd was known now as one of the greatest warriors in the galaxy who would sacrifice everything for The House Harkonnen. And you were known for being cunning, dignified and unhinged in a way you were able to murder a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother who had been your family member. The new Baron and Baroness Harkonnen were quickly becoming characters of scary stories people would tell their misbehaving children. Cold and bloodthirsty; unstoppable and inseparable force.

You couldn’t tell what moment of the ceremony was your favourite – when everyone was looking at you walking slowly and gasping at your dress or when the Harkonnen army saluted you and swore to shed blood for you, making you realise what kind of massive army you were truly commanding now. Perhaps it was the moment of making vows or putting on the Harkonnen insignia. Or maybe an unscripted, passionate and hungry kiss that Feyd gave you in front of everybody once you were announced officially The Baron and Baroness of The House Harkonnen. That kiss was a promise of more. He would give you so much more than this. And you would be by his side every step of the way.

You were his anchor and he was your blade. The whole galaxy knew that now.

The Giedi Prime was celebrating but you chose to go back to your chambers quite early. You were not pleased with missing the party but you were exhausted after a whole day of walking and standing. Astra and Cara helped you to change into your nightgown and they were in the process of brushing your hair softly when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

“My Lady?” Cara asked, worryingly.

“It’s fine, just a contraction,” you smiled at her. They had been occasionally happening for a few days now.

“Are you sure, Baroness?” Astra looked at your face in the reflection of the mirror.

“Are we sure?” You asked your son in your head.

“It’s time, mother,” the familiar voice answered.

Your eyes widened as another contraction came and you grabbed the edge of your vanity table. The girls looked at each other, scared.

“Call for the medic and inform The Baron,” you told them and they nodded their heads.

Astra stayed with you while Cara recruited one of the guards in front of your doors to go with her and find Feyd and the medic. With Astra’s help you sat on the edge of your bed and squeezed her hand.

“I might die, Astra,” you told her and she shook her head, terrified. “Listen to me, my mother died giving birth and I am aware this might happen to me as well.”

“My Lady, no… I refuse to…” She started with a trembling voice.

“Astra, listen to me, it’s important,” you drawled through your teeth gritted out of pain. She closed her lips and looked at you with her big Harkonnen eyes. “If I die tonight, I want you and Cara to take care of my son, do you hear me?”

She nodded as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes.

“The medic has been informed. He knows about my wish and he told me you and Cara have been studying infant care intensely. Feyd knows he cannot hurt you nor Cara. You will be safe, do not worry about that. I ensured that,” you assured her.

“Th-thank you, my Lady…” Astra stuttered out.

“In return, I ask you to take care of my son. And to keep him away from the Bene Gesserit scheming. Please,” you pleaded.

“I promise. In Cara’s name, too,” Astra put her free hand on her heart and you broke a smile at her.

She was barely sixteen and you were placing such great responsibility upon her shoulders. You couldn’t deal with it differently, though. It was a cruel world you lived in and much worse things were being forced upon sixteen years old girls anyway.

You feared death. Especially now when you were about to give birth to your son and begin your reign. You had things to look for and your child might had not been conceived out of love but it was still wanted by you. You did not feel trapped in a loveless marriage like your mother had been. You actually wanted to give Feyd-Rautha a son. Many sons and many daughters; you wanted to be known for giving House Harkonnen many successful heirs. You wanted to be an important figure in their history books one day.

But as much as you feared death, you also knew that it was also a place where your mother was waiting for you, your father, your brother, Lady Jessica and your unborn sister. You liked to think that even now they’d still greet you with open arms. And if not, you’d just wait for Feyd patiently.

Your depressing stream of thought was interrupted by the black doors opening rapidly without knocking. It was the medic accompanied by Cara and Feyd. You had never seen your husband stressed before. Usually so stoic, he was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Prepare the bed for The Baroness,” the medic ordered Astra and Cara helped her with the duvets and towels.

Feyd helped you to stand up and he cupped your face in his cold and shivering hands.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“How do you think I feel?” You rolled your eyes and hissed out of pain as another contraction hit you. “Like shit.”

“You can do it, my pet. You’re the strongest woman I know,” he assured you and helped you to get in bed. The medic was preparing some injections already that were supposed to make the process go smoother and easier.

“Our technology allows the whole childbirth to be nearly painless,” he told you with a smile. “Of course only the richest can afford such shots.”

“Remember what I’ve told you before,” Feyd barked at him. He was standing beside your bed and squeezing your hand in his. Astra and Cara were standing on the other side with a bowl full of cold water and a towel to wipe your forehead when needed.

The medic nodded and you furrowed your brow. He injected the first shot and you winced, squeezing Feyd’s hand tighter.

“What is that arrangement between you two?” You asked but they did not answer. “I have a right to know if it is about me or my child!” You demanded.

The medic looked at your husband and after a short moment of hesitation, Feyd nodded at him.

“The Baron has made me promise to… To ensure you live, my Lady. Even if it means your son will not,” he explained.

“You’d sacrifice your heir?” Your eyes widened when you looked up at your husband. He crouched down and leaned in to kiss your temple and to whisper in your ear so the rest would not hear him properly.

“We can produce more heirs. And if we can’t, any whore can give me a son. But no one would ever replace you, my Baroness,” he told you.

“You can’t let our son die… No…” You nearly cried. “You don’t understand, Feyd. These past few weeks I have been talking to him every day. I already have a bond with him. And he saved your life on Arrakis… If someone has to die tonight, it’s going to be me,” you tried to convince him to change his mind but he only clenched his jaw and gave you an angry look before standing up again.

“So far, the baby is placed properly,” the medic assured you. “I do not think anyone is going to die tonight.”

The sunlight was already creeping in through the narrow windows of your bedroom. Exhausted, squeezing your husband’s hand, you finally made the final push. If the medic claimed that thanks to his injections the process had been nearly painless, you did not want to know what it would be like without the said injections.

But it was finally over and the loud cry of a newborn baby filled the whole room as you sighed with relief.

“Oh, he’s a big boy, my Lord, my Lady,” the medic smiled at you as he cradled the baby in his arms. “Strong and healthy,” he assured you and handed your son to Cara. Astra wiped your face with a towel and brushed the hair out of your face gently and you reached out weakly to hold your child. You were too exhausted to process the thought of having a son but when he was finally placed in your arms and stopped crying at the sight of you, you burst out in happy tears.

The boy had your eyes and soft, fluffy, thin baby hairs on his head. His skin colour was much paler than yours but not as white as his fathers.

“He looks more like me,” you thought out loud as Feyd chuckled, staring at the boy in your arms with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“His hair might start falling out once he’s getting older,” the medic informed you.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” you chuckled through your tears. “I’m still going to love him even when he’s bald.”

“My Lord, shall we inform the people of the birth of the na-baron?” The medic asked your husband.

“Immediately,” Feyd answered. You spotted pride and excitement in his voice even though he was trying to hide it.

“Do you have a name, my Lady?” The medic laid his eyes on you.

“I want to bring back the old Harkonnen tradition,” you stated. “The one about giving your first born son the name of the Wedding Games winner from his parents’ wedding,” you brought up the fun fact you had read in one of the books from the Harkonnen library. “But I would also like him to be named after his father just like my husband bears his grandfather’s name,” you added. “What about Maxim-Feyd Harkonnen?” You looked up at your husband, trying to read the reaction from his face.

“You can name him whatever you wish as long as it is not Vladimir,” he only said.

“Na-Baron Maxim-Feyd Harkonnen that is,” you nodded at the medic and he left your bedroom to announce the birth of the new heir.

“Girls, can you leave us alone for a moment?” You asked your maids and they bowed down before walking out quietly as well.

Once you were left alone in the room with your husband and your son, you moved slightly to the side, wincing out of pain.

“Come, join us?” You looked at Feyd and he nodded, hesitantly, before sitting up on the bed next to you. He put his arm around you and his eyes were not leaving your son even for a moment. “What do you think? Now, without anyone to witness?” You teased, knowing perfectly well there were things Feyd would never say or do with any kind of audience.

“I think he’s… beautiful,” he admitted and raised his finger to caress the boy’s cheek. “And I’m glad he was born in a world without my uncle in it.”

“And that’s because of you, my darling. You protected him,” you reminded. “Like you always will, yes?”

“He is my heir. Everything I do, I do for him. My legacy is for him to inherit,” Feyd answered and placed a kiss on your cheek.

You stayed like that for a while, in complete silence, looking at Maxim who was staring back at you with his wide eyes.

“Do you hear me?” You tried but there was no answer. However, the baby kicked his feet slightly when you spoke to him with your mind.

“You’re going to be a strong warrior, my darling. The most fearsome in the galaxy,” you promised him in a whisper. “The greatest pride of the House Harkonnen. Mummy will make sure of that.”

You heard the sound of fireworks going off in the distance, black splashes of ink-like gas scattered all over the morning sky. Giedi Prime had already found out about the birth of your son.

“They will want to see him,” you turned your head around to look at Feyd.

“They can wait,” he told you. “You rest.”

“No, I can do it. I want to show them,” you assured him and pecked his lips gently. “Tell Astra and Cara to come here and prepare me.”

He nodded and leaned in to place a kiss upon his son’s forehead before leaving the bedroom to find your maids. You thought you’d feed Maxim first but he was already falling asleep in your arms, so when your girls entered the chambers, you handed Astra your child delicately and she took him to the bathroom to bathe him. You needed a bath as well and Cara helped you with it, holding your hand as you were moving slowly on shaky legs.

Your dress was black and very simple – humble even. After all, you were not supposed to be the main attraction on that day. Your hair was done up and the only jewellery you were wearing was the rings of your houses. Maxim was put in traditional black clothes for the newborn Harkonnen babies and you waited for the noon, half asleep on your armchair, feeding your baby with the help of Astra and Cara. Your dress was pulled down but ready to zip back up any given moment.

Feyd entered the room but he unusually announced his arrival with a soft knock upon your doors. He was wearing his black leather uniform and froze at the sight of you feeding his son.

“Since when do you knock?” You looked up at him with a soft smile.

“I didn’t want to startle the baby,” he told you. “You’re feeding the child yourself?” He was visibly surprised.

“I will not let any Harkonnen woman feed my child. There is enough poison in him already,” you answered. “And it is good for creating a bond between the mother and her child anyway.”

“How long does he need? The people have already gathered and they want to see him,” Feyd approached you.

“It’s not noon yet.”

“They’re impatient, my Baroness,” he smirked and looked down at his child sucking on your breast. Maxim looked up at him and reached his tiny hand up.

You sighed at the sight of Feyd looking completely paralyzed. You moved one of your hands gently to grab your husband’s pointing finger and put it in your son’s hand. Maxim squeezed it tightly and you chuckled.

“He’s strong already,” Feyd noticed.

“Of course he is, he’s your son,” you nodded. “But it’s enough now, my boy, you’ll get more later, I promise,” you nodded at Cara. She took the child from you delicately as Astra wiped your breast and helped you to put the upper part of the dress back on. Maxim whined for a while but Cara successfully shushed him by carrying him in her arms.

Feyd helped you to stand up and he led you out of the bedroom with Astra and Cara following you closely. You approached the big glass doors leading to the balcony of the fortress. You could already hear the cheers of the gathered masses waiting to see the heir.

You took a deep breath in as Cara handed you Maxim and Feyd nodded at the guards to open the doors. Slowly and carefully you walked out into the black-and-white world. Thousands of nearly identical pale faces were waiting impatiently to see you and when you finally graced them with your smile and a wave of your hand, they cheered loudly, causing Maxim to startle and cry. The sound of his crying caused the crowd to go even wilder, though.

You handed your son to Feyd and he raised his arms to show off the crying boy to the cheering and saluting population of Giedi Prime. He held him up in the air for a while and then he carefully gave him back to you and joined your lips together in a hungry, passionate kiss. He cupped your face to hold it in place as he devoured you. All the cheers and your baby’s crying were suddenly nothing but a muffled sound. All that mattered was you and Feyd-Rautha, showing his loyalty and gratitude to his Baroness.

Scared and naive Princess Atreides who had come to Giedi Prime a year earlier, she hadn’t known how much she could endure and survive. How much she had been capable of. She couldn’t have known that this scary place was indeed her home and that terrifying man was the love of her life.

Perhaps for the first time in your life you felt sincerely and thoroughly respected and appreciated. You had a purpose and you had a hunger for more.

And although no one else could hear him in that noise, it still surprised you what your husband dared to say to you in public.

“I love you,” he breathed out after breaking the kiss, still holding your face steadily in his hands and staring deep into your eyes. “I will give you the world.”

You nodded at him with a soft smile.

“I love you, too, my Baron.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE 2.0 — Hi, it's me again! 👋🏻 I want to explain a few choices that I didn't want to mention about before the chapter because it would spoil the events. At first, Reader's baby was supposed to be just a regular baby – strong warrior of course etc., but nothing extremely special. Some of you were calling him jokingly an antichrist, though and it gave me an idea. I decided that giving him special abilities would actually make it possible for Feyd-Rautha to win the duel with Paul. Otherwise, Paul would be able to kill him because he'd be able to foresee Feyd's moves like it happened in the movie. So, the whole theory that the baby is an antichrist was actually very helpful and made the plot of Feyd killing Paul more possible. 😈 Also, I decided to rewrite the scenes from the movie because whenever I am writing fics that happen in the movie scenes, the worst part is to actually describe the events on the screen and writing down everything actors are saying etc. I've always hated doing that so I decided to just be inspired by the events of the movie but go with my own version, especially that the presence of Paul's sister would obviously change the dynamic anyway. I know that some of you hoped Paul would live and have some sort of a deal with Feyd and his wife. I also liked the idea of arranging the marriage between Alia and their son. But as I said before – I decided to go with my original plan for this story. I hope I am forgiven. 😅

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