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My Alpha Ch. 5

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You were up early the next morning, starting on breakfast as Declan instructed each group of alphas on what to do. Everyone seemed to be in agreement until Evan stepped forward, “I’m sorry but who put you in charge? I mean, you’re barely new to the pack and yet you’re going to order us around?” you stood up from the area in which you were tending to the food with a few other betas and wiped your hands off. “I did. My father is pack master, and Declan is a very well suited Alpha to guide us in unsure times.” You spoke confidently as you approached the group of alphas. A few chuckled and glanced around at each other. “yeah? and who put an omega bitch in charge?” Evan snapped back at you. 

Declan growled, gripping his throat in an instant. “Watch your mouth before I snap that jaw off.” The rest of the alphas instantly stepped back, realizing what was happening. 

An Alpha protecting his Omega. 

The pack stood in silence as Evan struggled in his grasp, “Get off me!” he choked out. “Declan.” you spoke stepping toward him, he dropped him, glancing back at you before looking at everyone else. “Anyone else have an issue with me stepping up to handle things while Pack Master is recovering?” They all mumbled and murmured no’s before they broke off to do as they were instructed. 

Declan turned to you and looked you over, “Are you okay?”  he asked softly as you smiled nodding, “I’m okay Declan,” you whispered as he hugged you. “I don't like him,” he grumbled as you laughed softly into his chest, “Me either, but he's part of the pack. I’m going to check on my father, once they gather enough supplies, why don’t we send the rest of the pack home? If dad isn’t waking up by tomorrow, we’ll have to carry him back down the mountain to town so the doctor can look at him.” you said as he nodded. “That sounds like a good plan,” he smiled softly, “I’m going to get to work on building a bit bigger of a fire, North winds are starting to get chilly.” he said as you smiled and nodded. “I should have enough supplies left to mix up a large batch of stew.” you said softly. 

“Won’t be necessary, We’re going home.” your fathers voice startled you. Turning around, you saw him walking slowly from his tent. “Dad!” you smiled and rushed over, “Take it easy, are you feeling okay?” you asked, grabbing his arm gently. Declan watched in slow motion as Arthur grabbed your arm and pushed you back toward the tent hard, causing you to fall to the ground. “Get your shit packed now. We’re leaving.” he growled, throwing out an alpha command. 

You stared up at him with tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked as you attempted to stand up, but he grabbed your arm and yanked you up harshly. “I didn't tell you to speak! Go pack NOW!” he snapped. You let out a sob and rushed off, trembling as you made your way into your tent. 

Declan stormed over to him, “Hey! Leave her alone, she was only looking out for you and this pack while you were out.” he snapped, but Arthur turned and glared at him. “You.” he growled. “You keep your fucking hands off my daughter do you hear me? You even think of going near her again and I'll slit your throat myself.” he stood tall, squaring his shoulders. 

But Declan narrowed his eyes, “No.” he growled out, squaring up to the older alpha. “You’ll have to kill me, to keep me away from her. And I don’t think you want another dead pack member in your closet do you?” Declan growled quietly to the alpha, who in turn stared at him with wider eyes. 

“Thats right…I know. And I'm not afraid to tell Y/N…” Declan glared at him. Arthur stared at him with nostrils flared, as you came out of your tent with your bag slung over your shoulder, sniffling with tears still in your eyes. Arthur huffed, he couldn’t risk it. “Y/N…I’m sorry, my heads still a little messed up from my fall…Declan has agreed to walk back with you, the other alphas are going to pack up camp.” he hugged you close to him, but you barely hugged him back, “So go on, we’ll follow behind shortly. and Declan…no funny business. I’m trusting you to take care of my daughter.” he said as he shook his hand. Declan and Arthur shared a look, a silent communication before Declan looked at you and smiled softly, “Let’s get your things and get moving. I’ll get you some dinner before I drop you off at home.” he said walking past your father to help gather your bag. 

You glanced at your father, who just gave you a tight smile before turning back to the other pack members and giving orders. You turned and followed Declan as you both headed to the trail to make your way home. You were silent for a few minutes as you walked before he cleared his throat. “Y/N…I uh, I wanted to thank you for how helpful you’d been on this trip.” Declan said softly as you glanced up at him. “Thank you for helping take care of my father…I know he’s a bit much but he’s still my father.” you said looking down. Declan stared at you for a brief moment before he nodded softly. “Yeah, he sure is,” he said, raising his eyebrows. You sighed and turned continuing down the path. 

The walk was silent before you stopped and looked at Declan, “Declan would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he stopped and glanced at you but before he could respond you spoke again, “Like a date. I know usually the alpha asks out the omega but I like you and would like to go out with you, get to know you better.” you said jutting your chin up at him a little. 

Declan stared down at you with stone features before he smiled and chuckled “Well, I was planning on asking you out but yes, I would enjoy going on a date with you.” he grinned as you giggled, biting your lip and nodded. “I want to get cleaned up first though, so I can look nicer than I look now.” you said as Declan slid his hand into yours and smiled down at you. “You look beautiful just as you are,” 

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ineta (ii)

When Duncan does sleep, he dreams of green and something gold looking.

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x OC

Warnings: violence, light blood/gore

Summary: ineta is backed into a corner, and finds that duncan may hold the key to their survival.

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Ineta shrieks and collides against the jagged stone walls of the dungeon.

Why it was necessary to remind all that they were in an Harkonnen dungeon escaped her, as though it were possible to forget. Still, the ram hung over a bloody orange field leered at her. Red eyes and claws. She had thought it a real beast, pouncing on her for its latest victim. She lays a hand over her pounding heart. 

"Miss Ineta?"

Ineta curses her feeble nerves, and draws herself up to a more dignified pose on her own two feet to greet the guard. He's a tall, clean-shaven man only a few years older than her at most. Soft eyes, and a mouth twisted upwards in a curious smile. She eyes the crest on his breastplate warily.

"What are you doing here?" he asks kindly.

Ineta nods towards the cells.

"The Baron orders me to see to the newest prisoner. I am to ensure his survival for questioning," she says levelly. Ineta doesn't wait for him to respond to move past him. There's authority in her words for servants, but soldiers were hard to predict, being more under the command of the Baron and his nephew. It was best to move fast.

"Wait."

Ineta stops and feigns an impatient scowl.

The soldier looks at her with something akin to understanding in his face. She's reminded of the same expression she wears when letting off a slacking maid or clumsy server. "You'd best return quickly then, Miss Ineta. Before the Baron grows impatient." 

He gives a small smile and turns to face the other way. Ineta smiles back.

"Thank you, soldier."

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Duncan Idaho is clinging to the precipice of life. At least he still had all his fingers, he thinks. He inhales harshly at a more piercing pain at his cheek, jerking his head away. The pain is soothed by a soft hand. He's been a fighter for long enough to recognize the the pain as a needle and thread, and the soft hand as a nurse.

In the darkness, he can't quite see who's there, though he's uncertain the swelling over his eyes would have allowed him to see at all. He cracks his lips open from the seal of dried blood.

"Thank you."

"You need to save your breath," comes the firm reply. He recognizes the voice immediately as the girl who'd been at his most recent beating. Duncan tries to remember her features, but recalls only the green color of her skirt and something gold looking.

"You saved my life," he says suddenly. It sounds clumsy coming from a spurt of belabored breathing, no doubt tinged with the dank, prison air. But he feels the need to thank her almost oppressively. Briefly, he realizes this is because he is unsure he will ever get the chance to ever again, and stops himself from envisioning a painful death.

No, he must not lose hope. His hands clench in on themselves, only to be unfurled by her.

"Eat it, if you can," she murmurs. Its grainy texture implies bread, but his stomach flips stubbornly. Despite its protests, he brings it to his mouth and gnaws with determination. It hurts to move, to breath, to swallow, but he'd do it if it meant he'd survive to see the red hawk of House Atreides fly again. He just needed a few days. They couldn't be too far off from their next incursion into fortress territory.

He feels her return to work, cleaning and sewing open wounds quietly and quickly, experienced with pain.

"What's your name?" he asks. There's a beat before she answers, like she's considering if he's worth the trouble of replying. Or if he'd survive long enough for it to matter.

"Ineta," she finally says. "Miss Ineta to you."

Duncan chuckles, immediately regretting the burst of pain in his lungs he feels. He clutches his chest and rolls his head over on the stone slab of a cot they'd given him. The cell, from what little he'd seen, was nothing but a simple square, enclosed on all sides save for the barred entrance. What mattered more to him was the corridor leading into it.

One way in, one way out, from what he'd seen. It was nothing but a single, unending row of rotting prisoners.

"I'm glad you can still laugh," she says quietly. Duncan doesn't really hear. He imagines Atreides forces marching through, saving them.

"Duncan?" Ineta calls gently, shaking his shoulder. He must have worried her, going quiet like that. She touches his forehead and sighs at the temperature. "You'll be alright, if you don't get any worse. I'll try to come back whenever I can."

Try. Duncan grasps her wrist. She shouldn't try, not when he wouldn't need it. In fact, she shouldn't be anywhere near him after tonight. He rasps, but the words are sticky with blood and catch in his throat. Instead, he drags her close to him, ignoring the pain of her palm pressed against his chest in resistance.

"Get as far away as possible. You should run," he says. This is foolish, he knows, it is entirely possible that she, the cupbearer for the Harkonnens, would run to warn them. But Duncan has always trusted his heart. He tells her anyway. "Run far, far away. They may not spare you."

He can't see, but he hears her gasp and stumble away. It's comforting to him. At least one person would live either way, the girl who'd shown him mercy in the face of his captors. Captors he knew were cruel masters from his time as a slave here, though he wondered what her true place was with them. Servant? Favorite? Mistress?

Duncan sighs and brings the bread to his lips again.

Moments later, he hears a body crumpling to the floor somewhere. Duncan exhales sharply, filled with cold dread. He felt hot in his head, and cold everywhere else. Useless and weak. He clings to the thought of Ineta and the hope that she will survive, that if she may be brave then he'd do the same.

When Duncan does sleep, he dreams of green and something gold looking.

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This time, Ineta manages not to scream. The horror is nowhere less, nor the odor of blood. Distantly, she thinks that it's odd. That that poor, kind soldier, dead on the floor, was not bleeding. And yet, it seemed the world stank of bloodshed.

She cannot tear her eyes from his, even when the Baron chortles.

"Poor boy, that one," he says in a sickly soft tone. "Lied for you, dear Ineta. Died for you, too."

The Baron huffs impatiently. "What is it about you? That my useless son should sire a useless girl, out of some servant on a hellhole of a planet. But that you are the one that they listen to." He looks at her intently, as though to discern meaning from her face. "Why do you inspire devotion?"

Ineta feels that she has nothing in her throat but reeds, snapping in harsh wind and making some eerie screeching of its own volition. She clutches her mouth to try to stop the sounds, but nothing does. She cries and cries, shaking her head.

"I admit, even in myself, I thought you were the best of us however lowly your birth. But this can be forgiven."

"No. No, no, no," she whispers. She could control herself. She really should, but what's the point now? The Baron knows that she was here against implied orders. It was less than what she'd seen him torture and kill for. No doubt, she shared the same, if not a worse, fate as that guard. Maybe the Baron would snap her neck too and be quick with it.

"Look at me," the Baron snaps.

He'd never seemed a more grotesque man than now to Ineta. He towered over her, perhaps triple her mass, with blood on his hands he seemed to relish in. Maybe it was the wine they drank, so dark and pungent it was that it might cause insatiable blood-thirst. It was her fault. She should not have come on some wild dream that she would do good, or that they might be able to escape. Now a man was dead, and she'd follow him.

"This is a predicament. But it seems you've made yourself pleasant to Duncan Idaho, I'd presume? My nephew is... not bright. But perhaps he was right? That Idaho is some lover of yours?" The Baron leaned over Ineta. "I might be motivated to forget this whole ordeal-" he says, gesturing to the body, "-if you were to produce viable information."

Ineta forces her hands from her face.

"Of course, my Lord." The compliance comes easily, after a lifetime of swallowing hard commands. This time though, her voice tremors. Deceit, she thinks, does not suit me.

"Good, it's settled then, dear girl. Leave, and not a word to Rabban or he will kill you both himself."

As Ineta flees, nearly running through the prison corridor where the Baron stood over his victim. She passes the banner of the red-eyed ram over its orange field. It had somehow become flat to her, and she does not pause to glance at it a second time.

Its power is lost. The real beasts, she realizes, are the Harkonnens. It would not matter if she gave in and extracted information, however vital, from Duncan. She was dead anyway, for the simple reason that she betrayed them. There was very little time to act, but she needed to see Duncan again as soon as possible.

Their lives depended on it.

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happy holidays lovelies 🫶🏾

i know i haven’t been posting as much as i should be, i’m so sorry about that 😭 i’ve just been taking some time to chill and relax. buuuut that doesn’t mean that i’m slacking! like i always say, i do be posting on @/fentyromxn on tiktok. here is a list of the things that are currently in the works right now <3

- SUIT & TIE PT.2 & PT.3

- Suguru Geto fluff imagine

- Pole dancer!Reader x Roman Reigns Smut

- Jason Momoa imagine ( haven’t decided if it was going to be smut or fluff )

- Baki Hanma imagine ( haven’t decided if it was going to be smut or fluff )

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Wasteland, Baby (Part 01/?)

Pairing: Miami Man x F!Reader

Wordcount: 4k

Warnings: Smut, mouth stuff, vaginal sex, bodily fluids, violence/injury, body horror, hurt/comfort, so much size kink annnnd cannibalism…

Summary: You’ve just been left in the desert to die. Miami Man finds you and tries to figure out what to do with you.

A/N: Writing this in an alternate timeline to the film in which you instead of Arlen encounter Miami Man, very likely to become a series because I’m fixated.

The sun beats down on your back and when you open your eyes the plastic water jug you’d seen on the back seat of the escort truck comes blearily into focus. At least they’d been good enough to leave it, you hadn’t gone quietly – a fact increasingly present in your mind at the sting of the grazes on your knees and arms.

Rolling stiffly onto your side you push yourself up, your neon green skater dress is torn at the hem and dirty. If you’d have known they were going to ship you out today you’d have picked a different outfit, but that wasn’t the point; you, like everyone else they take past the fence had been brought out here to die. When you thought about it that way, the water bottle seemed a bit of a cruel joke, but it’s still manna as you pull off the cap and gulp it down tepid.

There’s nothing to see but desert, the only sign of civilisation are the tire tracks in the dirt behind you. Your long hair clings to the sweat at the nape of your neck and the sticky skin exposed by the open back of the dress. As you push yourself up your limbs feel spindly and uncoordinated, they are; you’re short, thin and not well built for survival in a wasteland.

So what now? The fear begins to set in, and it’s real. Not like how it had been when they first started talking about all this on the news, or even when they’d come to take you to one of the centres near the border. A paradoxical chill creeps over your shoulder blades, but you shove it away. Nothing to do but walk.

-

The sun drops in the sky, but the heat doesn’t give up. You can feel the pale skin on your back burning, and even though the soles of your feet are numb there are still blisters forming on your toes. These trainers never fit properly. Another bad wardrobe decision.

Something blurs on the horizon. You wonder for a moment if it’s heat haze, but then you squint. A motorbike. The buzzing noise of the engine rips over the flat terrain, dust kicking up behind it. You stop mid step. It’s coming toward you. You blink and your brain spins, there’s nowhere to run to so you stand there frozen. The engine cuts out sharply and the bike stops about fifty yards away, you can just about make out the figure riding it as he climbs off.

He's tall, big. No shirt, a pair of high waisted white pants. His dark brown hair pulled back from his face in a short ponytail. Even from here you can see the words MIAMI MAN, emblazoned in black ink across his bare chest. Your mouth moves as you read the words. He takes several steps away from the bike and pauses, still about forty yards away. The dust and heat haze swirl between you and the plastic canteen in your hand suddenly feels very heavy. If you had to run, you’d probably have to drop it.

Why isn’t he moving? You stare at each other over the distance, his head canted to one side like he’s considering you. Your eyes take in what they can of his face, his dark moustache, the tattoo on the side of his neck and forearm.

He turns and climbs back onto the bike. Panic seizes you, maybe you should yell. What if he’s the only person for miles? The engine rattles back into life.

Oh… he’s coming this way, fast. The ambivalence at his leaving resolves into an absolute terror. The water jug hits the ground and you turn, running hard, hitting a full life or death sprint within a few paces, but it’s not enough. The bike rips past you in a choking dust cloud and you hear it skid to a halt not far off. You’re blinded, but you pick a direction and start staggering.

His large hand snares your slender wrist and you make a futile, thrashing attempt to wrench yourself free. Just as your vocal cords start to strain from the scream a sharp blow catches you behind your left ear. The world pinwheels then dims, and you are faintly aware of being hoisted off of the ground before darkness swallows everything.

You don’t know how long you’re unconscious but when your eyes open it’s almost dark, and you’re staring at a ceiling. It takes a long confusing moment to piece together where you are; an old-fashioned camper trailer, mostly empty. A little string of solar powered led lights flickers by the dusty window. All these things click into some kind of mental picture.

Only when you try to sit up do you look down and see your arm.

Or rather, you don’t see it. Your eyes go wide with horror as you take in the tightly bandaged stump just above your elbow where your left arm used to be. It’s almost like your brain had been waiting for you to notice, because it’s only then that the pain kicks in – not sharp, a deep, throbbing ache. Your mouth drops open and you lift it from the shoulder, feeling your phantom hand. It’s not even a scream that comes out of you but a strangled cry of horror as you scrabble to your feet and sprint out of the little trailer door and into the darkening desert.

There’s a sharp rattle and you feel your feet go out from under you like a rug being pulled. Your face slams into the dirt and the strangled cry escapes in earnest. You look down to see the chain locked around your ankle, tethering you to the interior of the trailer. Like a fish on land you lay there, your dress folded almost over your head, struggling uselessly against your restraint. A security light above the trailer door comes on, bathing you in a cool indifferent glow. Pitiful noises of total frustration and terror leaking out of you.

No one would blame you, but all the same it achieves nothing.

Footsteps.

You flip onto your back and your eyes dart to the man approaching from behind the trailer. The one from earlier, with the bike. Miami Man. You finally begin to realise how exhausted you are, how weak, how angry that any of this happened.

With a sigh that empties your whole lungs you begin to sob silently. You watch him go into the trailer and emerge a minute later with the water bottle you had dropped, he approaches you – a confident stride at first but he stops out of arms reach. He towers over you with his fingers hooked around the handle of the bottle. It’s only then that you get a proper look at him. His arms are tattooed, thick with muscle. He’s easily four times your size. In the pale scatter of porchlight you can make out his dark hazel eyes below his scrutinising brow. Across his shoulders a holster of white leather holds a huge butcher’s cleaver beneath his left arm. You put the pieces together.

A whine leaves you and you try to scrabble backward but the chain is already taught. He sets down the bottle and squats down next to you. You throw your one remaining hand at him but he swats your wrist away like it’s nothing and his other hand clamps over your mouth, covering the entire bottom half of your face. Reflexively your fingers latch onto his wrist but can barely half encircle it, let alone pull it away.

He's so close to you now. He smells like gasoline and sweat and something sweeter that you can’t place. Muted, you breathe hard through your nose and grasp his strong wrist, though your intention becomes confusing to you; there’s something comforting about holding onto him. Tears flow down your cheeks onto his hand and his brow furrows in consideration, a small scar cuts through his left eyebrow. Inside his bruising grip your mouth opens slightly and you feel his broad, calloused palm against your sensitive lips.

Despite everything your breathing slows. He’s trying to make a decision. You become strangely aware of how easily he could turn your head in one hand and break your neck. He sighs and his piercing stare drops from your face. Your neon dress is bunched up around your waist, the black underwear beneath it fully visible. He reaches down with his other hand and grasps the hem of your dress carefully in his fingers, pulling it back down into place with a curious tenderness.

His hand relinquishes your mouth and you gasp, but you make no other move, staring at him with a feeling you do not understand. For what feels like a long moment neither of you speak.

He cants his head to one side, dark tresses falling onto one muscled shoulder. When he speaks his voice is low, resonant, maybe a Spanish accent.

“You hungry?”

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Inside the trailer you gulp down water and watch the stars start to emerge through the window. He disappeared around the other side of the trailer a little while ago and you can hear the crackle of fire, the warm light casting the steel shell in a flickering shadow. The smell of something cooking reaches you. You really are hungry. It’s been two days since you ate a proper meal. Curious, you get up and walk outside, lifting the chain as you go. There’s just enough slack to move around the end of the trailer into the firelight.

He's sat on the ground next to a small fire. The first thing you notice is his back, a pair of black ink flamingos arc over his shoulder blades. There’s meat propped up over the flames on a pair of skewers. Hearing the rattle of the chain he turns to look at you over his broad shoulder.

It's a strange realisation.

Something inside you reels in revulsion, but it feels far away, strange in it’s unimportance. Maybe too much has already happened. You say nothing. That’s partly how you ended up out here, with a number behind your ear - you didn’t talk much. But all the same he seems to read your expression just fine. Getting up he moves toward you aznd leans down to unsnap the combination padlock securing your ankle, you twist it as the chain drops away. He returns to his place by the fire, staring into it. Your arm crackles and smells like pork.

You wander over and sit down awkwardly next to him. You pick up a stick and start drawing in the dust to distract yourself from the ache in your shoulder. After a minute or so he starts watching you. You hide a little smile as you swirl lazy spirals and shapes, and then write out your name punctuating it with an arrow pointing to yourself. He smiles and you catch him before he can wipe it off his face.

He picks up a twig and the first thing you notice is his delicate grip, as though it were a fine paint brush in his large hand. In a flowing script he inscribes in the dust; Camillo. And then with the flat of his fingers he wipes out the last four letters, leaving: Cam. He wipes it out completely and lifts the skewers from the flames, handing one over to you.

You don’t even let yourself think about it, you just bite straight into it ravenously. It’s a surreal realisation to find out that you taste exactly like bacon. You taste good. He raises an eyebrow, placing a hand on his knee and watching you. He might be taken aback, or impressed. You look over at him and roll your shoulders in a shrug.

Cam laughs. Until now you’d barely seen him express anything. But it goes all the way to his eyes and he glows with a soft playfulness that makes you feel like you’re melting. He mirrors your shrug and bites into his own cut of you. You try very hard not to stare.

-

The night sets in in earnest. The little fire is the only light beneath the expansive bowl of the stars, you’ve never seen so many. Stretching your legs out long you lay yourself flat, resting your head on Cam’s thigh. He freezes at the motion, the weight of your head in his lap. You tilt your head back to look up at him and read the conflict on his face, in response you turn onto your side, curling your legs against you and turning your face toward his belly and the top of his pants.

You can hear him taking slow, deep breaths. After a minute he lays his hand on your head, brushing his fingers gently through your hair. Your eyelids flutter, but not for want of sleep. His fingertips graze gently over the spot behind your ear where the digits 8991 are inked. The expansive desert seems to fall away, all you want is to be near him. Even the absence of your arm seems more abstract when you curl tighter into his body, your nose brushing the fabric of his pants. A rush of needy adrenaline sends your right hand up into his lap next to your cheek, smoothing over the dirty white cotton.

His fingers fist tightly in the hair on the nape of your neck, and he snatches your wrist. Looking up you see him sitting there with his eyes shut, swallowing thickly. Your head is completely immobilised in his grip. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, your soft wet lips open and desperate. A sigh presses out of him, and a flicker of surrender crosses his face. You feel something hot and firm begin to press against your cheek beneath the cotton. He lets go of your wrist, reaching down to brush the pad of his thumb over your lips.

You can’t help yourself, your tongue darts out to swirl around it. Eyes blurring for a moment at the pressure of intense need you feel in your chest. Your mouth waters and he watches you intently with his lips parted, pushing his thumb into the hot, wet cup of your mouth while he holds your head in place. Your lips close around it tight and you suck, your tongue caressing him - remembering that this hand cleaved and carved the arm that is now missing from your body. But you don’t care.

He holds your head perfectly static despite how you try to lean into him, and he fucks your mouth slow and deep with his thumb, never looking away from your face. As the seconds pass you watch his expression crumble, his mouth widening, the heat against your cheek growing. When you let your teeth gently graze his knuckle he exudes a grunt that tapers to a moan. Beneath the fabric his cock twitches against your cheek and you want it, you want him.

His thumb slips wetly from your wanting mouth and he smooths saliva over your lips, sending shivers of pleasure down the back of your neck. He traces a wet line down your chin, your throat. He kneads your shoulder before his hand slides down to your hip where he grips one side of your narrow waist hungrily.

Every movement he makes betrays a barely restrained desire and capability to flip you over in the dust and wrench your dress up over your head. If he chose to, he could do anything to you.

With an alarming abruptness he pushes his hands under you and scoops you up easily, walking back toward the trailer. You teeter on the edge of fight or flight. He carries you into the gloom of the trailer and sets you down firmly on the old mattress inside. Turning away he stops for a second in the doorway, the firelight throwing the shape of his muscled chest and arms into harsh relief. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Rest.” He says simply, finally, and strides back outside. You sit there in the dark, your mouth still open and wet. Everything in you aches with want, but there’s no argument to be had. You curl up on the mattress.

-

Your eyes snap open. You remember exactly where you are because it’s the pain that woke you. The throb in the stump of your arm is oppressive. Gingerly you grasp the bandages and roll over on the thin mattress. You’re surprised when you see the flamingos on Cam’s back, he’s asleep next to you, the very first rays of dawn light leaking in through the window. For a minute you just sit that way, watching his side rise and fall, but then the pain bites and you hiss through your teeth.

He turns over, rubbing a hand over the bottom half of his face and orienting himself quickly. You sit hunched, holding the remains of your arm. He reaches out, carefully but firmly lifting your arm to inspect the bandages. There’s no fresh blood showing through. Without thought you slump into him, turning your face to rest your cheek against his warm chest. A tear of exhaustion slides down your face.

Cam’s hands cup the back of your head and his thumbs brush gently behind your ears.

“Shhhh...” He lulls softly and you feel yourself melt. The previous night sharpens in your memory and you turn your face up to him. He has that look he had just before he carried you in here, something vulnerable flickers in his eyes.

You lean up and press your mouth hungrily to his, his stubble and moustache grazing your face. He stiffens at the movement…and then gives in. His fingers sink into your hair and his tongue presses into your mouth, holding you, drinking you. Your hand slips around him to the back of his neck, he isn’t wearing his holster. You kiss until you both have to break apart for need of air.

When you straddle him you half expect him to resist but he doesn’t, he lifts you beneath your thigh with one arm and the movement feels effortless. Your core is flush against him and you grind into his lap, your underwear growing wet. His eyes unfocus for a second and he grunts, his hands sliding up the outsides of your thighs beneath your dress to snare your waist. They nearly circle it, compared to him you’re so small. Clearly the realisation hits him because you feel a patch of wet fabric stick against your inner thigh.

“Shhh…” He murmurs again and you aren’t sure if he’s trying to soothe you or himself because his grip shakes and he pulls you down tighter. You lean back a little to get a good look at his face, tilting your head to one side and pressing your hand against the line of his jaw.

You do talk sometimes, when it’s important.

“…It’s ok...” You whisper back.

You see it on his face as he shatters, swallows, grits his teeth behind his lips. The waistband of your underwear snags your skin as he tears both sides and pulls it out from under you, tipping you backward onto the mattress. He folds your knees almost all the way to your shoulders, pinning your legs apart to look down at your wet, desperate cunt. He chews his lip hungrily but you’re already trying to wrench his pants down one handed.

“Ok, ok…” He utters and gives you that laugh you’d seen last night and you feel yourself go totally soft.

He undoes his fly and pushes the material down his thighs. You exhale through an open mouth, eyes wide. His cock is sticky with precum and you give a moan you could almost feel ashamed of when you find yourself unable to circle its hot girth with one hand. The laugh rumbles a little more low and wicked in his throat watching your reaction, making you pull your hand up over his glistening head by way of reply – you’re so ready to take him it’s embarrassing. You grin when the movement of your thumb jolts his laugh into a groan.

With one hand vicelike on your hip he angles himself and brushes the tip along your leaking slit and you both shudder, you’re sweating, the frustration is too much. You grab his hip and the side of his ass and try to pull ineffectually, your face pleading. He shakes his head.

“No. Slow.”

It’s almost too much. But he’s so big, he knows he needs to be careful with you. You become aware of that as the first thick inches of him slowly breach your core, there’s a dull, sweet pain as he breaks you open. His eyelids flutter as he contains his own urge to ruin you, knowing that you want it.

“More?” He rasps, his voice cracking and you nod frantically, your hand still latched to his hip. He nods and slides his other arm beneath your shoulder, hooking his fingers over it to anchor you in place. As his cock gradually fills you the world goes away and there is nothing but him…stretching you so far your mind seems to leave your body. Your cunt clenches around him exquisitely and with a pull on your shoulder he’s more of you than you feel yourself.

You go limp, a drop of sweat from his chest drops onto your rumpled dress and you gaze into his tawny eyes with untethered bliss. All you can do is nod, perfectly and totally pinned.

He’s panting, on the verge already. This won’t take long for either of you but it’s so intense it doesn’t matter. Cam lets go of any restraint. The fingers on your shoulder lock down, and when he dredges the full length of his cock back and shoves back into you full force again and again you feel the universe spin. Your hips and sitting bones hurt from the force of his impact and your cunt makes sloppy sounds when he cuts through you. His dark hair falling messily across his face. As he juts deep, nudging your womb, he moves his hand from your hip to press below your bellybutton and cries out through gritted teeth feeling himself filling you so totally. It’s almost enough to unravel him immediately. He wants to come inside you, flood you, watch it ooze out of your used, beautiful cunt but even now he doesn’t know if he should – through the feverish haze he tries to prepare to wrench himself out of you at the last moment. But your legs lock around his back and you nod again, more…you want more. All of him.

The next stroke of his hips sends a shudder through your pelvic bone and cascades you over the edge. Your cunt clenches, your nerves turning to white fire. You moan without any care how it sounds as you come around the spear of him, writhing but totally held, your walls fluttering so tight they try to pop him out but he’s too deep.

His forehead presses to yours and a guttural, vulnerable sound leaves him, something utterly primal makes him hold you fast and hard – pushing as deep into you as possible when he comes. His expression breaking as he falls apart. Sweat sheens on his face. Thick spurt after thick spurt empties into you and his eyes roll, his hips juddering until you’re finally both still. The sound of you both gasping for air fills the little trailer and it smells like sex and sweat.

The pain in your shoulder feels distant. You are completely enclosed in the haze of him, your cunt still fluttering. He brushes the hair from your sticky face, smiling at the vacant bliss he sees there. He gives his hips a gentle roll and you both feel a gout of warm come seep out and down over your ass. With a deep sigh he slides his hands beneath you and rolls you on top of him, his softening cock still plugging your soft, sore cunt.

“S’ok.” He mutters gently, holding you, his eyelids dipping. With ease, you both fall asleep.

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Book Updates Hopefully In The Next Few Weeks To Few Months:

Updating My Ben Barnes X Reader Book By Two More Chapters Because I Forgot It Existed For Like A Month And A Half ✅

Finishing Midnight Rose (That's an obscure ass reference but it's one of my really old books and I haven't finished it yet) ✅

Completing The Rest Of The Poll Oneshots ✅

Gonna Put All Of Said Oneshots/Microfics That Are On Here Into The Oneshots Book On AO3 And Extend Some Of Them ✅

Updating The Malfoy Problem Because I Forgot That Existed Too ✅

Finishing The Last Chapter Of My BakuDeku Story That I Accidentally Abandoned Forever Ago

At Least Giving One Or Two Chapters To My Bakugou X Reader Story Because It Was My First Super Popular Book

I Have A Few COD X Reader One Offs To Write On A03 As Well (Four Of Them)

Writing At Least Five Oneshots For My Remus X Reader Series

Gonna Start My Sirius Black X Reader Book

Gonna Write At Least Five Marvel Oneshots As Well Cause I Did One Hell Of A Deep Dive Into That Fandom Recently

Gonna Write Another One Or Two Prongsfoot Oneshots

Gonna Write The First 10-15 Chapters Of The Second Book In My Harry Potter What If Series Because I Will Have At Least Done A Lot Of Other Things Outside Of The Series

Starting An Andrew Garfield X Reader Book

Starting A Pedro Pascal X Reader Book

Starting A Jason Momoa X Reader Book

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Starting A Timothee Chalamet X Reader Book

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Til’ Sea Do Us Part

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Black Female Reader

Summary: After being in a complicated fling with Arthur, you take a much needed vacation to clear your head. But when your vacation uncovers an unexpected surprise, what will you do once confronted?

Warning(s): L Bombs, Hair pulling, Smut, Degrading, Praise

Word Count: 4.7k

Grabbing a shirt from the big pile of clothes on your bed, you fold it up and place it in your suitcase. Packing had to be the worst part of going on any vacation, your room would always be left in a total wreck afterwards.

“Knock knock.”

You sigh, already knowing who would have the nerve to knock on your door and actually say the words 'knock, knock'.

“What.”

You say, knowing who was at your door before you ever opened it because there’s only one person who knocks like that.

“Am I disturbing you.” He pushes past you and goes to your kitchen.

“Actually, yes. You are.” He rolls his shoulders as he cracks a beer he got from your fridge.

“Too bad. What are you doing anyway.” He leans over, seeing the tornado in your room. Going in it, he immediately sees the suitcase.

“You’re leaving?” A serious statement finally leaves his mouth.

“Yeah?” You go back to folding and packing.

“Where are you going.”

He crosses his arms, demanding a response.

“Wow. You never listen to me.” You huff, being more aggressive with your clothes.

“What do you mean. Yeah I do, all the time unfortunately.” You roll your eyes, walking up to him and his arms relax at his sides.

“If you did you would know where I am going.” You shove a pair of pants into his chest, pointing to your dresser.

“Third drawer.”

“Don’t do this to me now. It had to be a while ago.”

He chugs his beer and quickly throws it away. Well to be fair, you did tell him around a month and a half ago so it has been a minute.

“A cruise. I’m going away on a cruise, Arthur.”

Done with the outfits you start packing panties and bras.

“Yeah, with your best friend. See, I do listen.” You chuckle in the slightest.

“Whatever you say.”

You take a few from your drawer and place them in two piles.

“Woah! What are you planning to do with those panties?” He points to a dark green lace panties you have in your hands.

“I’m a grown woman, Arthur.” He shakes his head and snatches your underwear.

“I’m gonna need you to keep it pg on this cruise.” He says stretching his arm up so its impossible for you to reach your underwear.

“Stop being a child and give me that.” You hold out your hand and he stares down at you not letting up.

“Come on! I don’t have time to play around, the boat is leaving this evening.”

You reach up, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Please,” You plead, he sighs and finally hands it to you.

Zipping up your suitcase, you roll it in the hallway by the front door. You shove him out your room, “Aria will literally kill me if I’m late.”

“It won’t be the end of the world.” He tries to persuade you to let him stay but you are relentless.

“No. But it will be the end of our vacation.” He turns to you in your doorway, towering over you.

“A moment can’t hurt…come on.”

He leans down mere centimeters from your lips. Temptation calls out to you, just one moment won’t hurt. You put your lips against his. A peck is all that could be managed with how fast you pulled away.

“Arthur, I can’t do this.” You keep your distance with your hand on his chest.

“What do you mean? Its a kiss.” He bites his lip, thinking about that teasing peck.

“A kiss that turns into touching, that turns into sex, that turns into you…not wanting a relationship after you rocked my world the night before,” You see the guilt in his eye,

“We tried that whole thing and it didn’t work. I know what I want and I’m not settling for less.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“I rocked your world, huh?” He smugly says, but the unamused look on your face says that this isn’t the time to joke.

“Bottom line is, you’re not ready for commitment.” You take a deep breath, slowly closing the door on him.

“So I’m going to pack matching lace sets, short dresses and swimsuits that shouldn’t be labeled as such because I’m not casual sex, I am a person that deserves to be valued and not seen as a personal fuck toy.”

You closed the door on him, not letting him issue a response. It needs to sink in for him. You met up with Aria and got on the cruise, as soon as you both got your bags sent to your room you changed into swimsuits and lounged on the top deck by the pool.

“and I told him, I’m not casual sex, I deserve to be valued as a woman.” You tell her, taking a sip of your margarita.

“I know thats right. It was long overdue. You let him get away with too much shit.”

You take out the straw and down the drink, sighing.

“He fucks so good.” She laughs at your blunt words.

“And he can be sweet from time to time. He checks off all the boxes and I mean all.”

She opens her mouth to ask you further questions but ultimately takes you word for it. Continuing to listen you ramble on.

“He just can’t commit. Its always something and its always me!” A worker picks up your empty glass and asks if you want another.

“Pina colada with extra vodka please.” They nod to you.

“Darling, that’s just men. There’s always something wrong when you find the “perfect” guy. Whether that be snoring or in-laws. Sometimes I wonder if life was easier when we were dating women.”

She puts on her shades.

“For now lets tan or get darker in our case and we’ll continue this conversation in the room. I can feel the conservative stares.”

You chuckle at her and smile closing your eyes.A few days in and your battling a crazy hangover. You were in the Bahamas for two days, Aria had family there so she spent time with them while you recovered. You got food and everything but you stayed in the room.

“When you see him after the cruise, tell him how you feel and if he isn’t honest with you then forget him for wasting your time.”

Her words repeated in your head, thats one thing you could depend on her for. Telling you what you needed to hear, no matter how much you hated it. Looking out on the balcony from the comfort of your bed, the sun was long gone and the moon shined on the ocean. You contemplated going out to the deck party but you didn’t want to push your luck, you were convinced you were one shot away from throwing up if you didn’t recover properly.

“I guess drinking my problems away only does so much.” You smack your pillow over your face.

A banging was irritating you and the tv wasn’t doing enough. Getting out the bed you drink some water from the fridge and the banging continues, at this point it wasn’t in your head. Looking around, you figured that it was coming from the balcony door. Opening the locked door, you’re immediately backed into the room.

“I can handle those little outfits you wear but body shots is where I draw the line.” He says as he locks the door behind him.

“How did you get here?” You ask, jaw dropped.

“And you saw my story?” He looks at you from head to toe and shifts his stance.

“Of course I saw it. Me and 600 other people.” You nod.

“Why are you here? Did you get so horny, you had to track me down?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Thats not the reason I came. I came because-“

“-Let me stop you right there. You came all this way somehow. Cut to the chase.” You tell him sternly with your finger placed against his lips, having a strong feeling he was on the verge of ranting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, not making any moves yet.

“No, you cannot.”

Who were you kidding of course you wanted to kiss him, honestly kissing barely touched the surface of what you wanted him to do to you.

“I understand. My life was a mess the week you were away. I found out I was a potential royal air to Atlantis, my half brother reeked havoc on the surface, tried to kill me in a duel, I found my mom, became king and I had a few near death experiences on the way.”

That is hard to follow up. Staring at him, your jaw slightly drops to his summary.

“This all happened in a week?” You exclaim in clear bewilderment. Processing everything he said to you, you smile to him.

“You found your mom.”

He smirks, you know how much it means to him to finally be with his mom. He always talked about how he wanted to at least have a conversation with her, he wanted her to see his growth and now he finally has that.

“So you’re a king?” He hums to your question, “Hopefully they know what they’re in for,” He nudges you, chuckling at your remark. Noticing how close you are to him, your breathing slows.

“I thought about what you said and is that really what you think? I see you as a sex toy?” You take a steady step back, your mind sways in distaste at those words leaving his mouth.

“You can reassure me all you want but your actions say so much.”

The eye contact was intense, he was looking for a lie something that told him you were lying but there was nothing. You were telling the truth. At this he practically collapsed on the bed, his hands stabilizing himself on his knees.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to say. What can I say?” He laughs sarcastically to himself.

“I don’t see you as a sex toy. I never did. Ever. I just…I have issues and I know you deserve way better than what I have to give you. But I want you. I always did, still do and I tried to stop, move on but that didn’t work.”

He says pouring out his truth to you. You know exactly what he’s talking about. That long night you two shared together, he lost his restraint? Pushing his hair back, he watches as your face goes through so much realization at once.

“I can work on my commitment issues. I can grow, I can mature. I will do whatever I possibly can to be a fraction of the man you need.”

You’ve never heard him speak about his feelings and issues so much. When you tried he would always change the subject but he was facing it head on. Whatever he’s been through definitely changed him for the better.

“Arthur.”

His name lingers on your lips as you move closer, standing directly in front of him. Doing your best to hold back tears, you take a breath.

“I-I…” The words couldn’t manifest on your tongue as you burst into tears. Wiping the tears away, you see him staring at you and embarrassment fills your whole being.

“I’m sorry. I need a moment.” You go to the bathroom in a rush.

Looking in the mirror, you shake your head. Crying in front of him had to be a new low. In the two years, you’ve cried over the whole mess of a relationship you both had, if you can even call it that, but you never cried in front of him. At all. He sat in shock. What did he say? Did he say the wrong things? His mother told him to speak from the heart and thats what he did. The whole thing is so overwhelming. When you saw him, you were determined to break things off but now you can’t bring yourself to do it. As corny as it might sound, it would feel like a piece of you was taken if you were to do it. Pulling yourself together, you grab a tissue, open the door and there he was ready to knock.

“I’m at a lost for words,” You sniffle, blowing your nose, “I was holding onto this for two years, just to hear you say that as I was ready to break this off.” He backs up as you get out the bathroom. His face visually drained, the optimism he had before now disappeared.

“Do you mean it?” You hiccup and he perks up, “I don’t want you saying all this to get in my pants.” You point to him and he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“I mean it. I do. Sex didn’t even cross my mind.” You grace him with a small smile, complimented with puff eyes and tear stains.

Slowly he cups your cheeks, wiping your face with his thumbs. Leaning into you, he kisses the top of your head and hugs you. Rapping your arms under his arms, he holds you tightly and close to his chest. Stroking your head.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He mutters into your bonnet. The embrace was loving as if he was deathly afraid of losing you.

“I don’t want you to keep crying so let's stop talking about feelings for now.” You chuckle into his chest, looking up to him.

“I agree.”

You both figured things out yet tension was still in the air. Jealousy was somehow in the air. Shifting his head down, he kisses you. It’s no mediocre or shy kiss it was demanding and wanting. He was fully in the moment and so were you. Moving your arms up, you hooked them around his neck and he moved his down to your waist. Forcing his tongue in your mouth, he takes a breath through his nose. Drinking you in, squeezing your waist to make sure this moment is real. He went through so much just to recognize a great woman like you and understand not to let you go. This is the perfect moment. The moment for him to prove himself to you in this new relationship. Breaking away from the kiss, you hum as you lean your head back.

His kisses trail down your neck. Erratic patterns all over it, with the way he’s moving you know the hickeys will be more than visible even with your melanin skin. His touch is burning on your cold skin, you’re convinced steam is radiating off you with every touch and kiss.

“mm, arthur.”

You breathe out, sigh of relief leaving your lips as your shorts slide down your legs. He stops briefly, making sure you want this. Looking down to you, tenderness is seen in his eyes.

“touch me arthur.” You strip your skimpy shirt, revealing the matching set he was teasing you about.

“Keep talking to me like that and you might not like what I do.” He smiles, gripping you by the thighs and dumping you on the bed.

“This is your favorite color isn’t it?” You tempt him, the green lace on your body the physical representation of temptation.

The amount of wetness piling up in your underwear clearly amusing and exciting him as you hear a grunt rumble from his chest. Eyeing your body with a burning flame and pouncing on you, crawling on top of you. The bikini line that shows under your bra, your brown skin turning a shade darker from the sun, your tired hungover gaze and your curves. The dips on either side of your hips, the little chub on your stomach thats perfectly proportionate to your thighs and your soft shiny skin.

He notices everything, the inside of your thighs were calling to him, blinding him with the sparkly trail of wetness that left your cunt, your cute aching cunt. He shouldn’t be rewarding you, he thought, he should be punishing you for leaving him with a painful boner every time he saw you. But punishing is for another day, tonight is all about making everything up to you. Goodness are you attractive, your beauty alone makes him forget about every problem, every responsibility he has. All he thinks about is you when you’re in his view. He ran his hands over your body, soft touches from your knees to the inside of your thighs to tight squeezes at the sides of your stomach to light rubbing on your arms.

Reaching behind your back, he unclips your bra taking a good look at your breasts as he throws the clothing to the side. His hands cup your chest and you roll your eyes, slapping your hands on top of his to ensure he doesn’t move them. A cocky smirk plays at his lips as he leans down into your ear.

“tell me what you want,” he breaths lowly against your cheek, a moan falling from your lips as his knee nudges your clit.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me into the sheets. Please, please, pretty please.”

Your desperation meets no ends as you immediately beg him, you’ve experienced his strokes before, you know what you’re in for and thats what makes this even more of a tease.

"I guess I should give you what you want. Since you asked so nicely.”

You nod repeatedly as finger plays with the hem of your underwear. Yanking them down your legs, you kick them down, flinging them off them bed. You make things too easy for him, who needs foreplay when you’re so wet. Pushing a finger in your tight hole, its goes in without a problem. Unbuckling his pants, he takes them off and pushes them to the floor. Cock on full display for you, rubbing his soaked finger on the head of his dick, his breath shuddered. Pumping his dick a few times, he makes sure he’s his hardest for you before lining up with your hole.

You tap your stomach in anticipation, waiting patiently to be filled up with his big cock. Pushing through your squeezing he groans, halfway through he stops to take a few deep breaths.

“I missed your hole.” He grunts lowly, sounding pussy drunk when not even his tip is inside.

“Your pretty little pussy.”

His hand reaches down rubbing your clit as he hastily bullies his way inside your gummy walls. Your toes curl at the stretch and you feel the coil in your tummy winding up with each moment he's inside you.

“no one...m'..can fuck- fuck me like you.”

You gasp as he leans down, moving out of you and pushing in, he smirks. You’ve been craving this even if you never wanted to admit it out loud, you were singing like a canary for him and he couldn’t have loved it more.

“miss me, baby?” His hips pulled back and snapped forward, finally finding a sinful stroke.

He was knocking into you like he didn’t travel thousands of miles to see you on this boat. Speaking of, the rough currents of the deepest waters couldn’t touch the way he thirstily thrusted into you. The hangover will be the least of your worries later. Tightening your legs around his waist, your nails move across his back, threatening to break the skin barrier, shortened moans leaving your lips as wind is knocked out of your lungs with every move of his hips. He was determined to fuck that bonnet off your head so he can pull on your braids, making you tell him you love him, he knows you do. Why would you put so much effort into a person and relationship if you didn’t, but he was executing this step by step.

“w-wow.. A-arthur.” Your core was twisting and churning, your fingers could not match up to the climax you’re about to get from this man. His words are now registering to you.

“I did…m-miss you. Oh fuck. Yes! I did.” You whine in his arms, his hand tries pushing your legs down, all you can do is smile as he looks you in the eyes. Trapping him in a tight hold, your cunt soaks his dick, his tip curving and scraping the top of your g spot. Your nails scratched down his entire back as you came down from your high, moaning.

Prying your legs off him, he sits up, resting them on his shoulders. All the while watching as your face twists up from the sensitivity, the skin slapping matched with his balls hitting your ass over and over makes you want to stay on this boat forever.

“You’re so tight. Loosen up a little.” He asks as his movements slow down, he knows you’re doing it on purpose now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says referring to him getting lost in you, shaking your head you grab his hand and interlock your fingers.

“its okay…” You smile to him and your hooded eyes gave away how dick drunk you are but if you say you’re okay then you’re okay. Keeping the slow pace, he pounds into you. The position mocked missionary and your soul honestly can’t take anymore of him staring into you with his piercing eyes. His other hand made its way to your head as he flipped you into another position, pulling off your bonnet and he holds onto your braids.

“Arthur!” You wince, head being pulled back and your back forced to arch, he had you on all fours. Right where he wanted you.

“do you have to be…this rough?” You whine and grunt as he holds your braids tighter. He’s considerate of where to pull your hair, so he doesn’t yank out your braids.

“What makes you think you don’t deserve it? I could do much worse. If you want that.” He says to you in between pants, his voice hitting a dangerous low in your ear. The promising opportunity leaving a smirk on your lips. Hitting your high once again, your body tingles all over, it felt like butterflies but more intense. Its confusing, isn’t it a tad bit too late for butterflies at this rate? he’s literally inside you.

“Tell me something.” He gathers your attention, pulling you completely out of your bliss and thoughts as his pace reaches a halt.

“And don’t lie to me.” He speaks deeply into your right ear, a message only meant for you to hear as his hand goes down and cups your mound.

“Do you love me?”

You bite your tongue, wincing at the pain. Out of all the things he could say…he said that.

“Is now really the time-“ You turn your head to the side, able to see him out the corner of your eye.

“Yes. Now is the time.” His expression is neutral, no joking or anything of the sorts, he is 100% looking for a truthful answer. You sigh.

“I do love you.”

The silence consumed the both of you as you stood on the bed in fucking position. Was that the answer he’s looking for?

“Say it again.”

He demands, rubbing on your clit as he grips your hair tightly.

“I love you.”

You bite back moaning the words, your fingers tangling in the sheets more and more.

“Again.”

Your legs cross at the ankles as you forcefully squeeze him in you, his fingers on your clit isn’t nearly enough.

“I love you, Arthur.” You exclaim, swallowing heavily and he shifts forward, his beard tickling your shoulder and cheek.

“I love you too.” He says in your ear, a smirk painted on his lips, as he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, you grin.

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Breathing in and out, you sniffle at the hair that went up your nostril. Moving the hair out your face, you shift on the pillow, basically hiding your face in it. Nothing registered for you yet, for all you care its a regular morning in bed. A slight chill on your neck causes you to shrug and blink your eyes open, turning over your eyes focus on the surroundings.

“Look who’s finally awake.” She says in an sarcastic tone, looking up from scrolling on her phone.

“when did you get back?” You ask in a whisper, your throat sore as hell.

“Last night, although I had to take a detour because of all the ruckus you were making in here.”

She was definitely waiting for you to wake up to tease you. Letting out a short embarrassed giggle, you wave her off.

“you sound like an old lady.” She chuckles at your comment and sighs.

“could you pass me a shirt, I’m pretty naked.” Aria throws a shirt at your head, slipping it on, you sit up and look next to you. Arthur is passed out cold with a raging case of bedhead, the sight is one to be photographed and framed. Stretching and rolling your shoulders, you blink slowly as if your brain is still mush.

“Never thought I’d see the day where an underwear would be flung on my bed.”

You laugh, holding your stomach as she points to the panties she placed on the table in-between both beds.

“So thats where I kicked it.” Getting out the bed, you grab the underwear and put it with your dirty stuff, putting on new undies.

“What time is it?” You ask, picking up the clothes on the floor, folding his up nicely and placing them on the foot of the bed.

“11:42” You nod, stifling a yawn as you scratch your head.

“What on earth did you do to him?”

She utters, genuinely concerned as she stands over him, eyeing the visible hickeys, bites and marks all over him.

“Someone was hungry.”

“Do you ever get tired of teasing me.”

You ask, half rhetorical and half serious. Lifting up to stretch your stiff limbs as you watch her movements.

“Nope, you know what else I never get tired of?”

“Wine.” Your tired voice mixed with her joyous voice in a harmonious yet comedic way.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I have a wine tasting to get to.”

She grabs her purse and waves you off as she leaves the room. A sharp pain hits you in your bladder and you run to the bathroom. As you use the toilet, the pain leaves your stomach and you go back into the room.

“Good morning.” His raspy morning voice just makes you want to crawl under his skin.

“Good morning.” You shoot him a warm smile as he motions you to come closer. Standing by the bed, he reaches up and traces your jawline, rubbing your chin with his finger tips.

Pulling you down to his level to kiss you tenderly, a low moan leaving your lips, his hand moving up underneath your shirt to squeeze your hip.

“How are you feeling?” He breaks the kiss, sits up and off the bed in his boxers.

“I’m good, my stomach is hurting a bit but I’ll live.”

“Where is it hurting?” He helps you lift up your shirt and watches as you point to the area below your belly button.

“Somewhere here.” You grunt softly, accidentally touching the sore spot.

“Here?”

You shake your head.

“Here?”

You see what he’s doing, one hand trying to point out the problem and the other caressing your back, making its way to your butt.

“Here??”

He stares at your stomach, glancing at you for a moment, making you chuckle and utter a no. Your eyes go wide as he gropes your ass, playfully grabbing his wrist, you shake your head.

“You’re not slick.” You chuckle with him.

“Relax, I’m trying to assess your situation, so be a good patient and stay still.” He cackles mid sentence and finds his composure.

“The whore is jumping out, Arthur.” He bursts out laughing as you reach up to fix his hair, pulling down your shirt, you put on your shorts and point to his clothes.

“Let’s get some breakfast, I’m hungry.”

You tell him as your stomach rumbles. Putting on his clothes from last night, he turns to you as he messes with his hair.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” He warns you and you nod.

“Time is money then.” You grin, grabbing your phone and walking to the door with him close behind, before you open the door he spins you around.

“I love you.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and one on your lips.

“I love you too.”

You kiss him back several times as if you weren’t sure the others were up to par.

“Alright now we can go.” He says while opening the door for you and putting on some shades.

“Is that mine?” You ask as you walk through the hallway to the elevators, fingers interlocked.

“Yeah.”

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That dinner you’d had with Declan was wonderful, you fell asleep with him on the phone that night and the next morning when you got ready for work you couldn't explain how you felt, but it was incredible. You didn’t want to ever be without him again. Coming downstairs you smelled breakfast and coffee, and huffed out a sigh. Things weren’t great with your father; not like that was a secret or anything. But there were things that you were not up for sharing with anyone else. You had a small, secret hope buried deep down inside of you, that maybe Declan was the one. 

The one to take you away from this man, the awful things he had subjected you to in the past, hell, even the things he subjects you to now. You slowly walked into the kitchen in your work uniform, taking a seat at the island your father turned and smiled at you before pouring you a cup of coffee. “How was your night last night? You were fast asleep when I got back from the trip.” he said. 

You looked at your coffee before looking up at him, “it was good. We went to that little place on the corner of Elm, and I had a really wonderful time.” you said softly as he plated your breakfast and placed it on the cloth placemat in front of you. “Good. I guess that Declan isn’t so bad, I’ll need to have a chat with him if he thinks he’s going to date you without my knowledge though.” Arthur said as he turned back around to continue cooking. “Dad, we’ve only gone to dinner once…while I had a good time, who knows if he did.” you said quietly as you pushed your food around on your plate. 

Arthur watched you closely as he sat down beside you with his own plate. “Something wrong hon?” he asked as you shrugged. “I don’t really want to talk about it. I just want to go to work dad.” you said quietly as he turned more toward you. “Y/N, tell me whats wrong right now.” he held an agitated tone in his voice and you finally looked at him. “Honestly? I do not want to go with you tonight after work. I hate it. I hate it so much!” you raised your voice as you got off the stool. “It's wrong and you know it is!” you flinched as he gripped you by the arms and slammed you back against the counter. 

“You know damn good and well how bad your life can be if you keep up this new attitude girlie. I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, if we didn’t do this, then someone else would! You know I wouldn’t be able to protect you if someone else was in control. Our family has been doing this for centuries! It’s part of our pack! It's part of our ways!” he yelled as you coward down, shaking in fear. Arthur let go of you, moving away to grab his keys. “You can clean up breakfast and get your ass to work.” 

You worked a better part of the day with your mind focusing on the tasks at hand. Cleaning tables, filling waters, taking orders, and chatting up customers like nothing was wrong. You looked up seeing Declan walk in with some of the other construction crew members and smiled as his eyes met yours. He grinned and nodded over to a booth for the guys to sit in while he walked over to the counter where you’d just rounded to place the coffee pot back on its burner.  

You were not sure what you and Declan were, but your heart would jump from your throat, down to your stomach everytime your eyes caught his. You looked at him before glancing at the booth. “You gonna sit here and have your lunch or over there with your friends?” you smiled as he leaned his crossed arms on the counter leaning over on them to be closer to you. “Well, I figured I would come say hello, before we ordered lunch all together.” he smiled as you smiled bashfully. “well…hello there…I’m sorry I fell asleep on the phone last night, and also if I forgot to tell you, I am sorry I fell asleep last night on the phone,” you admitted as you grabbed your pen and pad and walked around the counter.

Declan smiled as his jaw tensed, not having a barrier between the two of you anymore. “Well that’s alright, I didn’t mind,” he smiled as you let out a soft giggle. “well I’m glad, I did have a wonderful time last night,” you admitted looking up at him as he glanced down at you, standing at his full height. “I did too. Why don’t we do it again tonight?” he asked as you both walked over to the booth. Before you could answer, the guys began teasing Declan and talking loudly. You laughed some before you got them all to pay attention and took down their orders. 

The lunch rush kept you busy, so busy in fact you didn’t get to spend any time at all talking to Declan apart from your brief chat when he’d first arrived. You rushed around, serving tables, refilling the crew members drinks, bringing out extra sides and desserts when asked. You’d laugh at their jokes, hearing them tease one another. You’d collected a couple of the checks and started ringing everyone out as the lunch rush died down when Declan came up to the counter. 

“So what do you say? You wanna go out with me tonight?” Declan smiled at you as you wiped down the counter in front of you. “I’m sorry I can't tonight, I have to work.” you said, giving him a sad smile, “But maybe tomorrow night after the pack meeting?” you asked looking up at him. Declan raised an eyebrow, “You sure your father won't march you home?” he asked with a chuckle. “No, I'm going to tell him I'm busy with you.” you said with a smile as you leaned over the counter and pressed a kiss to his cheek softly. 

You grinned up at him as he stood and threw some bills down on the counter. “You know you don’t have to pay for lunch when you come visit me, I take care of it.” you said softly as he raised an eyebrow. “Missy, you better not be paying for my food outta your checks,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. You smiled up at him, looking up under your lashes. “I like taking care of you,” you whispered softly. Declan chuckled and grabbed your hand softly, “I’m sure you do, but I can handle my own.” He smiled down at you. 

“Y/N! Get back to work!” your boss snapped at you as he stuck his head out of his office. You jumped and let go of Declan turning around. “Sorry boss!” you yelped before turning back around. “I gotta go, I’ll call you later okay?” Declan looked over at your boss’s door before he looked down at you and nodded. “Of course, I’ll talk to you later,” he gave you a quick wink and left without another word. 

After your shift at the diner ended, you changed into your jeans, a t-shirt and a heavy coat before heading out to the old barn your father owned. Once you got there, your father stood inside and looked at you as you entered. “Y/N, perfect timing. I need to speak with you about Declan.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you off to the side. “What's going on between the two of you?” he asked as you shrugged, “Nothing, we’re friends dad, he does want to take me out again tomorrow night after the pack meeting and I accepted.” you said as he pushed his lips out. “I want you to stay away from him. He’s an alpha and an outsider. He doesn't know what’s good for you or this pack.” he growled before turning toward the stalls. “Get them ready, tonight's color is blue. NO ONE enters without that color on their wrist. Do you understand me?” he growled as he got in your face. You nodded. “Yes Dad-” “What?” he snapped. “Yes Alpha.” you whimpered and walked over to the stall. You absolutely hated this. But an order was an order and you couldn’t say no to the pack master until you were claimed. 

You pulled open the door, the girls inside were crying already, and you knew that tonight would be a rough one. You took each girl, hosed her down, and then chained her up. You put a different girl in each stall, and waited for your father to come back to approve each one. 

Your father walked through each stall, nodding to each girl. He rearranged some, but kept them mostly the way they were. You walked outside as he followed you. “Been hearing rumors you were locking lips with that Declan at the diner today. That true?” Your father asked as you shook your head, “no, he just comes in for lunch and we talk is all, he's real nice. I’d like to go out to dinner with him again tomorrow night after the pack meeting…” You said softly as you sat down on the stool. Your father walked up to you and trapped you between him and the wall, placing his arms on either side of you. “You listen to me Omega, the only reason you ain’t chained up in there is because you’re my daughter! You know damn good and well I can make anything happen to anyone. You wanna be locked up and used like those whores in there?!” He asked, gripping your throat. “Are you a whore, omega?” He growled as you struggled to breathe, clawing at his hand, shaking your head, you whimpered. “Please,” you gasped as he watched you with dead, cold eyes. “Say. It.” He growled. 

You felt the tears running down your cheeks, the pressure of no air entering your body starting to become too much. “Alpha please.” You felt yourself start to lose consciousness. 

As soon as he released his hand, you gasped for air, falling from your spot, you landed on the cold hard ground coughing violently. A tall figure hid in the trees, watching with dark and narrowed eyes. 

As the damp, cold night air sat in more, you kept your place out by the barn, betas and alphas coming up, giving you cash and the magic word, and bam, they were in. You opened the door to let them through, hearing the screams and cries, the moans, the smells. You swallowed thickly, biting back tears as you returned to your seat. Then, Marcus Phillips walked through the treeline, and his two beta buddies, grinning at you from ear to ear. You looked up at him. “Fee’s $100 bucks tonight, and I need the passcode.” you said as he chuckled. “I wanna know how much for you.” he smirked, leaning closer as you leaned back against the barn. “I'm not part of it, I just man the door.” you tried to get as much distance between the two of you, but Marcus wasn’t having it. 

“Oh yeah? Bet ole’ Pack Master would let me have a special taste.” he gripped your jaw scenting you. You pushed at him trying to get away but he moved his grip to your throat, “Easy Omega, or I might end it now.” he snarled. 

A loud growl ripped through the treeline sending a cold chill down everyone's spine, as Marcus fell to the ground, you were grabbed and swung behind a strong, tall figure. “Back off.” a deep, gravely voice growled out. You stared up at the man in shock. “Who the fuck are you?” Marcus smirked as he looked up. 

You shook behind the familiar alpha, your hands clutching to his warm jacket as he growled. “You’re messin with a member of my pack, back off.” His voice had deepened and his body was shaking slightly with anger. “Look caveman, that there is Pack Masters daughter, he decides who has a go at her. NOT you. So why dont you fuck off and let me get my moneys worth.” he stepped forward until Declan grabbed him by the throat, “Do you need a reminder of how two alphas fighting over one omega usually ends?” he growled, narrowing his eyes. 

Marcus’s eyes widened as he struggled against his hand, Declan threw him down on the ground and stood over him. “I’d say, you lose this one. Go on, before I bring out the old laws.” you stayed close to Declan as the three boys took off through the trees. You hadn’t realized you’d been crying until Declan looked down at you, his features softening as he wrapped you up against his chest inside his jacket. “Come on, you’re coming home with me.” you whimpered and shook your head. “I can’t leave, my father won’t let me…the night isn’t done.” you whispered. Declan looked down at your confusion covering his features before he looked at the barn, the smell and sounds finally hitting him. “Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going on?” You whimpered quietly as he looked from the barn to you, then back to the barn, it took less than a second for him to piece it together. “You’re not staying here. You’re in danger here.” he held you closer to him, the anger radiating from his body as he snarled in the direction of the barn, before he pulled you back through the trees. 

You knew your father would be angry, “I won’t be able to return home,” you whispered quietly as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. Declan stopped and looked down at you, his features softening as he pulled you into his arms once more. “Shhh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, you can stay with me, and everything will be fine. I promise, I’m going to fix all of this, no omega should be put through this type of torture.” he kissed your head smoothing your hair as you sobbed into his chest. 

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in the stillness of remembering

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x F!Reader Words: 3k Warnings: smut. probably ooc vibes bc ive only seen the film. angst. forbidden romance. hair pulling. hallway sex. possessive rough sex. jealousy. Summary: He can’t stay away just as you can’t look at anyone else. A/N: title from Fleetwood Mac's Dreams obvi.

Duncan manages to be reserved and rugged and wild all at once. He is the embodiment of duty. He is a stretch of lightning that has been bottled up and brought to heel.

“House Atreides is all you serve,” you bite out as he presses himself against you. His breath fans your cheek - his lips ghosting the skin of your temple. You can feel his grin.

“I serve you,” he argues.

“Because I’m part of the great Atreides machine.”

He chuckles in that low way he has. It rumbles through his chest and creeps between your legs. Your fingers catch in his nightshirt. “No,” He’s adamant. “Because it’s you.”

They have so few nights together. Clandestine meetings in empty hallways. Trysts. He goes out of his way to sit across from you at state dinners. His boots knock against your toes. His eyes trace your face and there is the tinkle and spark of cutlery on plates and someone asks him to relay his tales of all the battles he’s won. He’s unstoppable. A legend. His skin shimmers like sun-drenched sand and there’s the tiniest flecks of gold in the dark hair that is pulled away from his handsome face. He grins at you among the flicker of candlelight and stone and you feel it in your stomach. Knotted. Weighted. It hurts.

He’s fucking the Duke’s ward and it is probably the only disloyal thing Duncan has ever done against Leto.

He can’t stay away just as you can’t look at anyone else.

***

“Do you think he’ll marry me off?” you ask him while he’s still inside you. Your breath is hitched and your stomach is in your throat. His strokes are long and slow and inexorable. He can fuck you like this for hours - patient and deliberate as if he is savoring each part of you. Duncan is so big - everywhere - that sometimes you think he’ll keep going until he hits your heart. It stings and it’s perfect.

He stills - his body going rigid. His brow furrows and his expression twists into incredulous. The shadows of Caladan’s moon slip over your bed and force Duncan’s features into sharp relief. “What?”

His tone is blunt and almost angry, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Leto,” you murmur as you dig your knees into his waist - as you clench around him - making him twitch and slide further into you. “He might marry me off to strengthen the alliance.”

His jaw ticks. His nostrils flare. Something ugly and coarse sounds from his chest. He plants his knees and hitches one of your legs over his shoulder. “Duncan…” you start - suddenly thinking that maybe that had been in poor taste. But the apology is crushed and forgotten when he draws his hips back and then slams forward.

“Do you think I would let him?” he grunts as he fucks you into your mattress. You can’t anchor yourself. You scramble to hold onto your headboard - fist your sheets. There’s no use so you grab at his broad shoulders - his back - scrape your nails down his spine. He is unforgiving - the very flash of who Idaho is burns through him as he thrusts into you again and again. No respite. No gentleness. His hands catch in your hair and he presses you deeper into the bed - pinning you in place - biting your lower lip and sucking at your neck - your tongue - whispering things to you that make you shudder: I would never let another man touch you - I would kill them - You’re mine - this is mine - why do you like to taunt me like this - do you enjoy it - do you want to drive me insane enough to fuck you until you can’t speak - walk - my love - tell me

You break apart - squeezing him impossibly tight as he bites into the sweat-slick flesh where your neck meets your shoulder. He follows you not long after - hips stuttering between your spread thighs. You’re stretched around him and everything is wet. His pace loses all of its easy grace as he grinds to the hilt, filling you with hot lashes of seed. When he eases out, you can feel it on your cunt - warm and sticky. You’re empty. You miss the heft of him inside you. Duncan sits back to stare at what’s he’s done - his lips quirking smugly before he uses two of his thick fingers and plugs it back into your sex - marking you - branding you -

It's too erotic and intimate at once.

No words are shared between you aside from both of your strained breathing. You can hear the trickle of water from the fountain beyond your window. The wind pulses through leaves and grass. Dawn is intruding. The pink-purple threat of it drips over the line of his shoulders. There is the scent of incoming rain. The brine of the sea riding the air and you wonder when he will leave again. Not soon. Please not soon.

“You’re a demon,” he finally declares - scrubbing a hand over his face as if he is just waking up - as if he had momentarily lost himself.

You reach down - pressing between your legs where everything is sore and achy and feverish and his eyes follow - his gaze heavy and hungry and darkening with each swipe of your fingers.

“I suppose you’re right,” Your lips curl. “No one else can do what you do.”

He groans. “You’re terrible.”

After a beat, he reaches for your ankle and tugs it over his thigh. He needs something to do. He’s never just still - just willing to float and relax. It’s symbolic of your relationship. He goes and goes and you wait for him. Frozen in time. His thumb digs into the bones of your foot as he circles the soft flesh. He could break it easily if he wanted. He could break you and you’d still wait for him.

“I am, but your humble servant.”

He laughs and it’s bright in the dim blue light of your bedroom. It bounces and rolls off the marble and stone. It echoes inside the clutch of your ribs. It’s so gorgeous that it nearly makes you cry. “You and I both know that you’re no one’s servant.”

“I’m Leto’s.”

“You’re not. He’s far too soft on you.”

“I am,” you hiss as your head falls back into your pillow. Your stomach rolls and there’s a sharp soreness between your legs that you want Duncan to remedy by touch. “He’s going to turn me into a breeding sow or something equally dehumanizing.”

You feel Duncan’s caress pause on your ankle. The humor in the room vanishes with a cold suck. You glance at him and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. The shadows don’t give him all away, but you’re certain you see his jaw flex and his lips peel back to bare his white teeth. A flicker of disgust - regret. “That won’t happen.”

“You can’t stop it.”

For House Atreides - marriage is about alliances. It is about burrowing their family lines throughout the various pathways of the galaxy. You are not Leto’s by blood, but you have been raised as his own and that still counts. He didn’t even marry Lady Jessica.

It's not about love.

Duncan studies your foot in his hands - his calloused fingers slipping over your skin. “Don’t say that.”

The temperature of this interaction has gone dark. You hadn’t meant for that to happen. You were simply stressed - panicked and flustered that you would lose him. Every time that you have Duncan - every time that he comes to your bed - you fear the day that he won’t.

You need to change course and so you sit up and crawl over to him. You wrap your arms around his muscular shoulders and press your mouth to his throat. Your touch dances over his battle scars - the knots of flesh and tissue from blades and projectiles and whatever hideous things he’s fought throughout his life.

“I’m sorry,” you say and he lifts his hand to clutch your wrist. He seals it against his chest and sighs. You kiss his cheek before carefully turning his face to yours. He is so close. He is right here. “Duncan?” you exhale over his mouth.

“Hmm?”

“Would you still want me if I was Harkonnen?”

His eyes widen in surprise and you grin - pleased that you’ve shocked him. He tries to suppress a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Would be a little challenging.”

You are already forbidden.

“That’s not an answer,” you point out as you chew your lip. “What if I had no arms?”

He groans - squeezing your wrist harshly in reproach. He grumbles about how difficult you are as he pushes you backward. He sinks his tongue inside you to shut you up.

***

You hate the thought of Arrakis. You want to revolt. You’ll dry up there with the harsh sun, the smoke trees, the palms, and saguaro. Paul told you about the sandworms - enormous and horrific. They’ll swallow you all. They’ll swallow Duncan.

Idaho is always gone - accepting whatever stupid mission Leto has forced him to accomplish in order to prepare for your arrival. Of course, you learn that he adapts and befriends because that is simply who he is. His loyalty shines strongly enough that even the Fremen find him impossible to resist.

“He works you too hard.”

“It’s my duty. I know it’s difficult for you to understand since you are the most stubborn woman alive.”

The both of you fight until it burns out - quiet arguments hidden in deserted passageways of the castle.

I don’t want to go. It feels strange. The Harkonnens have poisoned it.

There’s nothing you can do. You can’t just stay on Caladan.

You storm off to your room and he inevitably follows.

***

It is miserable. Unbearable. The dust bites at your skin and coats you in a thin film that you cannot seem to wash away. The Harkonnens left their stink on the fortress and it unnerves you.

It doesn’t help that Paul had confided in you about his dreams of late.

When Duncan arrives at Arrakeen, he tells you and the others how close it was - how he had tasted death. He’s laughing. He finds it funny. You can’t control yourself - don’t have the strength to hide your horrified expression. He pauses in his tale - his brow creasing.

“What?” He reaches for you and you jerk away from him. “What is it?”

It’s all very public. Paul sees. Gurney sees. Your face crumples and tears spring from your eyes and you run from him.

You are not like Paul. You don’t know or see things before they happen. But you feel it. You can sense something vibrating in this fortress. It rumbles under your feet. You cannot get a full breath in. Your heartbeat is too fast.

Something is wrong.

You run and run and of course he catches you - his hands in your dress as he hauls you to him. He lifts you as he would a doll before he buries you into the wall with the length of his body.

“Stop” you beg - shoving at him. It’s like knocking your fists against a stone door. “Stop. I can’t do this.”

You think that if he takes you again, you’ll actually go mad. He is screaming death - it permeates his clothes and skin. You don’t want to lose him. He’s been yours for years. He’s only been yours. He is the one thing that you have.

He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. He is so beautiful that it hurts. You’re going to lose him. His eyes bleed umber - his long hair is pulled back - his beard cut along his jaw. There’s a bit of sand on his chin. “What are you doing?”

“If you die,” you whimper. “I’ll never- I won’t survive it.”

He searches your face - bewildered. Finally, he sighs with the same sort of tone Leto would use on you as a girl. A petulant child. You should understand this. He’s a warrior. He is always touching death. He is always seconds away - an inch or mile.

He palms your cheek before gripping the hinge of your jaw and crushing his mouth to yours. His tongue slides between your lips. You can feel how hard he is against your stomach. He is thick with muscle and hot-blood and he’s been in the desert for weeks. He only wants you - the comfort of you - the familiarity of their bond.

He pulls back just enough to speak - his breath on your breath. His heart thumps strongly against your palm and you long to capture the beat of it. You could collect it and save it for him and use it if he fell. “If I die, you won’t. I forbid it.”

“You won’t be here to stop me.”

His gaze narrows. “No.”

You open your mouth again -

and choke on your words -

His hand has found its way between your legs - his thumb circling the peak of your sex underneath all your wispy fabric. He pushes his fingers into you - curling and scissoring as he deliberately drives you to a quick climax.

I want to save you.

You’re not Paul. You have no gifts beyond the face that seduced the great Duncan Idaho.

He leans forward - mouth brushing over yours.

“Is it because of what your brother said?”

Her baby brother. No blood between them. Sometimes you call Leto father because he is in all the ways he’s tried.

Duncan had been young when he had first seen you.

You were soft and sweet in that garden outside the Duke’s room. I never forgot. I always tried to make excuses to speak to him so I could catch a glimpse. You were so shy.

His fingers are gone and there is the blunt heavy pressure of his cock sinking into you - breaching slowly with all the warrior-patience Duncan possesses. He’s carrying you - anchoring you to the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist. Open up for me. You stroke the wrinkles around his eyes - his brow. Laughter lines. He was always laughing.

“Tell me,” he pleads in a way that sparks like an order. His cock is sheathed to the hilt - shallowly dipping in and out. His fingers on his other hand continue to trace the shape of your cunt. He knows your body too well. There will never be anyone else for you.

“Paul saw it,” you whisper - grief curling around your insides. “Paul sees everything. He knows.”

“He doesn’t,” Duncan snaps. His thumb digs into your jaw - his expression pained and somewhat frantic as you crumble in his arms. He wants you to believe him. “I’m not leaving you.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“I can try.”

***

Leto had tried to match you with a suitor once. A son from House Corrino. Their grip on power had been waning steadily - leaking out.

There’d been a party - a dance. Jessica had made sure the palace was lit up. The very ceiling of the great room had been hung with tiny lights and blue draping to mimic the very image of the galaxy. The starks winking and trembling with the swell of the music.

Duncan had seethed in the corner. The man famous for his charm and his carefree spirit was consumed with such a rage that everyone noticed. Gurney had to speak with him. You danced and spun and laughed while he sulked. You’d been at that age where you only wanted to needle Duncan in order to make him possess you.

By the end of the night, he had finally caught hold of your wrist and dragged you down the hall. He shoved you into his quiet bare room and then thoroughly fucked you until you could say nothing but his name.

“Do you remember that man? Luther?”

“Don’t remind me.”

“You’re very sensitive.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

You had loved the taste of his anger and his jealousy. It had been a time where he didn’t know if you were his and you had played upon that knowledge. He couldn’t claim you as he does presently.

Now - you both don’t care enough to be anyone else’s.

Now, you despise Leto’s strategies after realizing what you could lose. Leto’s machinations were only entertaining when it wasn’t you on the board.

***

“Should I ask him for your hand, then?”

You’re lying on his chest - your ear firmly glued to the press of his heart. The heavy and relaxed thump thump thump like music. You sit up to stare at him. He’s naked - warm and at ease with his hair spilling over your pillow. It’s a rare state for him.

When you say nothing, he cocks his head slightly. He’s so enormous that he takes up most of your bed. The corner of his mouth twitches as he regards you with a mellow amusement.

“Do you think he’d say yes?” you finally reply.

He closes his eyes and shrugs. “No.”

Would it matter? Couldn’t we just refuse him?

“Perhaps - I will just never marry,” You trace your name across his olive skin. He shudders before snatching your hand and placing it against his mouth. He doesn’t kiss it, but caresses it with his lips. You inhale sharply - suddenly dizzy with him.

“Perhaps - we can wed in secret,” he hums - his lashes dark and long against his cheek. His lids still firmly shut and you wonder if he's gone somewhere in his head. “I’ll simply kill any other suitors he puts in front of you.”

“That would go well.”

He opens one eye to peek at you. “I’ll do it quietly. He’ll never know it was me.”

“Yes, he will,” you protest. “You’re his greatest soldier.”

“Then I’ll make it sloppy.”

You laugh and it tumbles out of your throat - bouncing against his firm chest. He flashes a grin and you finally understand that that had been his intention all along. He wants you to be happy. You hadn’t smiled here - in this wasteland. Not until now.

He slips his knuckles over your cheek. His expression is docile and pleased and you don't grasp how he can be so reverent and gentle when he has killed hundreds of men. You’ve heard the stories. You’ve seen him train.

You watch each other in silence - unknowingly memorizing the other's face. The silence itself is rare. Usually, you’re always lashing out and he is always keeping the balance - protecting you and soothing you until your nerves dim.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

You should tell him that.

You hear a noise outside, but Duncan doesn’t seem to notice. There’s a thump and then a buzz of commotion before it fades to nothing. Perhaps, someone fell.

You bite your lip - strangely nervous. He sinks the tip of his thumb into the soft flesh to stop you. The unsaid don’t in his pointed stare. A wave of uncertainty churns in your belly. You lean into his hand.

“He saw your death, Duncan.”

“Dreams are just dreams,” he promises.

Part Two

[morgandr]

Imagine:

After high school you get the opportunity to live in Hawaii right before you go off to college and while you are there, you have a summer fling with a wonderful man named Jason.

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(Jason Momoa X Reader)

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ineta (iii)

"Bring me to the Baron, and I will kill him myself if you let me," she snarls, sursprising even herself with the vehemence in her words.

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x OC

Warnings: violence, blood/gore

Summary: ineta is not a good liar, but she must be if she plans on getting duncan idaho and herself out of this war alive.

A/N: not a lot going on in terms of interactions between duncan and ineta. it's a lot of set up for everything else to come !

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There's a plan, she tells herself. And where there's plan, there will be a way. I have a plan, so I have a way. I have a plan, so I have a way. She says it as though it were a spell, as though it would slow her thundering heart or warm the cold chills seeping down her spine. Normally that mantra soothes her, but not tonight.

The reason comes to her suddenly. Her life depends almost entirely on the prisoner she'd just enlisted to help her. There is a plan, but is Duncan Idaho the right way?

Ineta bites down on her lip. He has to be. She had no better option and, even if there were one now, it is too late to turn back and find a way to ensure his silence. The Harkonnens would die, or they would.

"Deep breath, just take a deep breath," she whispers to her reflection. Her eyes look more steely than she feels and it strengthens her resolve. Haven't the Harkonnens had their time? Haven't they been monsters for long enough? She's dreamed of taking action like this for her entire life, of doing something more meaningful than slipping Renate a sleeping draught or playing on Rabban's weaknesses to spare a prisoner's life. There had to be more, and this was it. Ineta tightens her hands into fists and bites down her apprehension.

She has a plan, but one way or another and with or without Duncan Idaho, it would be the Harkonnens' last nights alive.

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Pounding.

It comes to her door, over her ceiling, in the corridor outside. The bestial thump, thump, thump of countless footfalls thundering through the fortress; and Ineta screams as her door crumples in on itself. 

There were so many men, some bleeding Harkonnens and some bloodied Atreides. They scream too, as she tears past them and flees their killing. 

He did it. Duncan Idaho actually, really did it.

Now, it's her turn. She gulps down her fear and runs for the stairwell, tumbling down steps stained dark and made slick with blood. She could hear the clash of blades further down. That and the thrumming of personal shields being invaded. Ineta remembers something that Rabban had told her once over the dinner table. It's the slow blade that penetrates. The slow blade that hurts most. She shakes her head, trying to forget that she had no shield to protect her from any blade, slow or fast.

A Harkonnen soldier gasps for his last breath by her feet and she sinks down by him, wiping his wet cheeks with her thumbs. She recognizes him, a nameless but familiar face on rotation by the Baron's office every night. He wheezes up at her, grabbing clumsily at her arms.

"It's ok, I'm going to get help," she whispers, glancing down at the gushing wound in his side. Liar, her thoughts echo back. There is no help for how quickly he was losing blood, and even if there were, it would not arrive in time. Ineta holds him until his wide eyes and gaping mouth drift closed. The guilt hurts so badly she doesn't notice that she's bitten a gash in her cheek. No time for it to matter. Not now, at least. Ineta steadies herself against the wall and moves on.

The soldiers below cling to each other, weapons and bodies alike bouncing off shields as she threads herself in and out of the fray. Ineta makes a wild lunge for a man wearing the Atreides hawk, dragging him into an empty nook.

"I am the daughter of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the heir of the Baron."

His eyes widen in confusion, flickering between her face and the fight behind them. Ineta grabs his collar. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes," he sputters, though he makes no other move. Anger surges through her and Ineta yanks him down to eye level.

"Then why am I not hostage yet?!"

It takes a few minutes for the realization to down upon him, but the plan begins to progress. She is dragged through the fight to the breach in the fortress, where the Atreides were already setting up camp. Ineta shrinks from the soldier, whose hands sweated so much she could feel it through his gloves, as he thrusts her into the hands of another man. He was tall and thin and had such a stern face that Ineta guesses him to be their commander. He confirms it swiftly.

"My intelligence tells me that after tonight, you will be the sole heir to the house. It this true?"

Ineta stands to her full height and nods. Again, something sickly scrambles up her throat and she strains to suppress it. I'm not a good liar, she realizes, as the smell of blood grows in the background. Ineta fixes her eyes on this commander, determined not to let the death around them weaken her facade.

"I was told you gave yourself up. Why?"

"I have no love for the Harkonnens. Bring me to the Baron, and I will kill him myself if you let me," she snarls, surprising even herself with the vehemence in her words. She anticipates his next question. "Keep me alive and I will give your Duke the keys to their power, ones he cannot afford to turn down if he wishes to survive the onslaught the emperor will call down on him."

The man's eyes narrow, but the deliberation behind them comes to a quick resolution.

"Bring her to the Baron."

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Duncan could not see, but the smell of blood and smoke were enough to tell him what had happened here. The fellow they'd sent to bring him out from the dungeons had died somewhere along the way, and he'd half stumbled, half fought his way here himself. He imagined that the feat would seem more like a miracle by tomorrow. Right now, he mostly just felt very beat up.

"Idaho!"

His head jerks toward the sound of his name.

"Idaho, is that you?!"

He tries to yell back, but his voice had been lost a little while back. Probably the smoke, or maybe just general weakness. It doesn't matter. Whoever is calling him has grabbed him by the arm, was already dragging him towards some place with great determination.

He struggles, but Duncan manages a few hoarse words.

"Ineta? The girl, Ineta?"

"Who?!"

It's too loud, they can't hear. But he chokes down a few more breathes and the pouch of water offered to him. He's shoved onto a seat, or maybe a piece of rubble, something. Duncan reaches out blindly and finds the buttons of a uniform. He clenches around them and drags the body close.

"Where is Ineta?" he cries.

The body falls out of his grip, and at first he thinks that his partner must have been killed and that he was next. But a more familiar voice replaces it.

"You're alright, Idaho. Just take it easy."

Duncan shakes his head, squeezing his eyes open and shut in an attempt to regain sight. It doesn't work, but he knows who is before him well enough to imagine it. A stern, long face, the weathered hands and battle-scuffed uniform.

"Gurney, where's Ineta?"

"The heir? The girl?"

Duncan nods wildly.

Gurney sighs, and pats Duncan's shoulder.

"Just take it easy, Idaho. You did good already telling us about her. We took her as hostage to the Baron, like you'd suggested, but he didn't care. I wanted to bring her back live, but the last I heard of her was that she'd escaped during the fight with the Baron."

Duncan's shakes his head, clutching angrily at Gurney's arm. That wasn't an answer. What happened to her? He nearly tries to wring the answer out of his commander's sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Duncan. We'll do a sweep for her, but my best guess is that she's already dead. Probably collateral damage."

No. The word slips from him as a mangled grunt. Surely not. It was the one thing he'd managed to accomplish. When she'd come that next night to ask for his help, it was the one thing he'd been able to get her to promise, that she'd live. We'll protect you. You'll be safe with us. The Duke is kind. Did she not believe him? He'd told her so that she'd stay, and that he'd be able to properly meet and thank the girl who'd saved him. In fact, Duncan had lived the past few days of his life confident that between the two of them, he'd be the one to meet death first. 

"I'll let you know if we find her body. The Duke will want to know anyway." Gurney pauses. "It's funny, actually. I didn't know the Baron had declared a heir after Feyd-Rautha. I didn't even know that bastard had a kid, let alone one set to inherit this hellhole."

Duncan didn't really listen. Did that matter anymore?

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Change of Plans

Plot: After finally giving up on waiting for Ronon to return your feelings, you decide to go on a date with someone who does like you. Unknowingly, Ronon does return your feelings, and decides to finally do something about it.

Prompt: "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?" < change slightly in fic Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Ronon Dex x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mild mentions of "fighting" (sparring). And a kiss.

Words: 1.7k

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You winced as Ronon slammed John down onto the training mat for the third time. "Getting tired?" Ronon asked with a smirk.

"No!" Sheppard yes as he stumbled to stand. "Just biding my time, wearing you down."

"Uh-huh"

You smiled at their banter as you looked back at Ronon, watching as he circled John. Your eyes trailed up his chiseled arms, up to his defined shoulders.

"Enjoying the show?"

You jumped at the sudden whispering voice beside you. Looking over, you saw Teyla watching you with an amused grin.

"What?" You laughed out, swallowing.

She leaned against the wall beside you. "You seemed to be quite interested in Ronon's....skills."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm watching them train, Teyla."

"Mhm." She hummed as you heard her snicker under her breath. After a short moment of silence, she leaned closer and spoke softly. "When are you going to tell him that you have feelings for him?"

Your heart leapt in your chest as you looked over at Ronon, making sure he could not hear you. You looked back at Teyla and shook your head. "Who said I was ever going to?"

"Oh come on, Y/n. You two would be perfect together."

You let out a small scoff and shook your head. "Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Teyla, but I don't think Ro- I don't think he, has ever looked at me and ever seen anything more than a friend."

Seeing true disappointment flash across your face, she frowned. "I think he has."

"We both know how blunt he is Teyla, he doesn't hide things like I do. If he felt something, don't you think he would have said so by now?"

You could see her weighing your words before she let out a soft sigh. "Perhaps you are right. I'm sorry."

You smiled softly at her as you looked back over at Ronon. "Maybe it's time I try and move on from these feelings. It could only hurt me to keep waiting for something to happen when I know it never will."

Teyla thought for a moment. "Well, you know. Lieutenant Thompson seems to have an interest in you."

"You mean James?" She nodded. "Yeah, I know. He asked me on a date a few days ago, but I said no."

"Maybe you could change your mind?'

Watching as Ronon smiled coyly and took a towel from a pretty ogling soldier, who had been watching from the other side of the room. You felt disappointment fill you.

You let out a soft sigh. "Yeah, I suppose I could." You looked over at Teyla and gave her a soft smile, and she gently squeezed your shoulder. "And, I guess now is a better time than any." You said pushing away from the wall. Giving Ronon one more glance, you left the room, unaware that his eyes followed you out.

Teyla, however, did notice. She also noticed the frown that crossed his face when you left. Ronon crossed the room and approached her, "Wheres Y/n going? What were you guys talking about?"

His eyes were locked on the door you had walked out of. He caught a few words from your conversation with Teyla. 'When are you going to tell him' 'Something about 'feelings', and you said a name 'James?' Who was that? And was he the one you had feelings for? His heart seemed to ache in his chest at the idea.

Teyla squinted at him. "Why do you care?"

He looked back at Teyla. "Uh, well, they usually stay around after my training sessions, to either have a small spar, or we go get some food."

"Well I think Y/n has something more...interesting to do."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, they went to go discuss a date."

She watched closely as Ronon adjusted his stance, clearly caught by surprise at this. "What date?"

"With Lieutenant Thompson of course. He's quite interested in Y/n."

'So Thompson is James?' Ronon felt his face fall. "Is he now?"

Teyla smiled, seeing the clear jealousy that crossed his face. She shook her head and leaned closer to him, speaking quietly. "Sorry to break it to you Ronon, but you hid your feelings to well, and waited to long."

He peered down at her. "What does that mean?"

She let out an aggravated sigh. "Are you really so daft? Y/n has been waiting around for you to show any interest in them for months now. Someone can only wait so long before they finally give up."

Walking away from him with a shake of her head Ronon stared after her. Had you truly been waiting that long? And was he so bad at showing how he felt that you never saw it? Now guilt sat in his chest, paired with his jealousy.

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You let out a defeated sigh as you looked around the cafeteria. You had been waiting for James to get back from his mission to speak with him, but now you could not find him.

Turning to leave, you halted in your steps as you saw him enter. Walking quickly towards him, you smiled. "James."

"Oh, hey Y/n." You were a bit thrown off by his behavior. He seemed happy to see you, yet more reserved than normal.

"I just wanted to talk to you, about that date you asked me on earlier-"

"Oh, don't worry, you don't have to explain."

"What do-"

"Ronon told me."

You stared at him unblinkingly for a moment. "I'm sorry, what did Ronon tell you exactly?"

"That you tow were together, dating."

"Me and Ronon are...dating?"

"Yeah...that's what he said at least. He explained that you refused my date, because you guys hadn't told anyone yet. So no worries, I'm glad you two are happy."

He smiled at you before brushing past you, leaving you perplexed, with your heart pounding. Looking back into the cafeteria, your eyes caught on Ronon as he passed by the doorway.

Following after him, you caught up with him in an empty hallway. Grabbing his arm, he turned around and you smacked him on the chest.

"Ow. What-"

"Did you tell the guy I was gonna go out with that we're dating?"

So you talked to James. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, maybe." You saw a soft smile almost crossing his face. You felt your gut clench and let out a scoff.

"Is my love life just a joke to you or something Ronon?"

"What?" His face fell.

"You made sure James wouldn't go out with me now. Why would you lie to him like that, I don't get it."

"Oh come on, he's a jerk."

"Since when did you know him?"

"I guess I don't really, but I've heard him talking, and he has a reputation. He'd only hurt you."

'A reputation? What kind of reputation?'

You shook your head. "Why didn't you just tell me that? Why did you tell him we were dating? What was the point in that?"

He shrugged lightly and cleared his throat. "I guess it wasn't so much a lie, as it was...a wish?"

Your words died in your throat as you were unsure of what to say. "I- a- what?"

Looking past your shoulder, he could hear some people walking closer. Grabbing your wrist he pulled you along the corridor and into the empty training room.

When you were alone, he looked down at you and sighed. "I get that I messed up. I didn't tell you how I felt, even though you were hoping, or expecting me too. I just. I thought they were obvious, but now, I know they weren't at all. And that's my fault. Hearing that you were going to go on a date with James, I got... jealous. And I decided to finally say something."

'Feelings?' 'Jealous?' Your stomach was bursting with butterflies, and your heart beating heavily in your chest. "I...I should have told you, what I felt, maybe then it wouldn't have taken so long."

Ronon smiled down at you as you looked timidly down at your feet. Hooking his finger under your chin, he made you look at him. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long to know for sure. I didn't want to hurt you like that."

You smiled tenderly at him. "I know you didn't."

Taking a step closer, he brought his face down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You felt your face heat up, as you repressed a grin.

"I'm still curious about something." You said softly.

"What?"

"Why did you go to James before me?"

"I was looking for you, but I ran across him first. I asked if he had talked to you, and he said no. Then he started talking about you, and how much he liked you, and I just... told him that we were together. He assumed that was why you had refused to go out with him, and I just went with it. Afterwards, I went looking for you again, but I guess I was too late, you had found him first."

"And, if he finds out that was a lie?"

"Why does he have to?" He asked with a smile.

You returned his smile, letting out a soft chuckle. "I guess he doesn't."

Ronon gently caressed your cheek with his fingers. "Does that mean that we are...dating, now?"

"Do you want it to?"

"Of course."

"Me too."

His smile grew. "Great. Then we are." Leaning down a bit loser, so his nose nudged yours, he cupped your face with his hand and stared into your eyes.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?"

You bit your lip lightly before you nodded softly. "Yes."

His eyes scanned your lips as he slowly leaned in, your eyes closed just as his lips pressed against yours.

Slowly, you lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck as he moved to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body as he deepened the kiss.

Picking you up off the ground a bit, you broke the kiss with a soft laugh. He grinned at you before setting you back down, bringing both of his hands up and cupping your face and kissing you again.

xx End xx

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You, like everyone else labelled 'Bad Batch' have been abandoned in the desert. Miami Man, the leader of a group of cannibalistic desert dwellers finds you. You prove yourself much more useful alive than dead. This series is ongoing and this post will be updated x

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Declan Harp Masterlist

Declan Harp

A Girl Walks Into A Bar Frontier Modern AU. Declan is a bar owner and local urban legend with a reputation he’d like to leave in the past. Bella is a rough around the edges, low key sweetheart that isn’t from his part of the woods. After meeting with the help of some bad luck and perhaps a touch of fate, how far will their undeniable chemistry take them until their histories catch up with them?  Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

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A Witch, a Wolf and the Woods. An AU where Declan Harp is a werewolf. He comes across Evelyn Morgana, a dark witch who lives in a daunting mansion on the edge of the woods. He is drawn to her and her power, and finds his way into her home, her bed and her life. A dark, violent and highly sexual relationship follows as we watch their twisted romance grow and change while they face the challenges of navigating a magical world that tries to be hidden in the midst of the 1700's new world. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

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Filia Diaboli  Declan Harp Werewolf Modern AU.  In a world where supernatural beings are real and have to try to exist among hostile humans, Morgana and Declan find themselves fatefully brought together. A Princess in a hierarchy lead by her father, she has earned the title through hard work, violence, and charisma. Declan is a self-hating wolf, a descendent from an original line, and among the most powerful, the burden of denying his inner wolf is heavy. A soul connection will bring these two together and force them to feel things they never have before. Their souls combined might be what the Supernatural world needs to stand against the religious terrorists that try to destroy their kind.  Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

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Peach and Poppy  Declan Harp AU. Set in the 1970′s, Declan is a misbehaving psychiatric patient and Dr. Dixon or Dixie as he likes to call her, is a tenacious and underestimated new hospital director. Will this new job get the best of her delicate sensibilities like people are warning her? Will the charm of one of her patient’s awaken something in her she can’t come back from?  Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

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Rosie & The Road Less Traveled Declan Harp 1970s Hippy/Roadtrip AU Rosie has made a bold decision and decided to leave her monotonous life. She sets out to create her own with a group of misfits traveling  across America, post-Vietnam during the 1970s. She breaks out of her shy and insecure, sheltered shelf to have an adventure where she learns the realities of life outside her former cookie-cutter existence. She experiences, a year of sex, drugs, and rock and roll as the group of ex-soldiers and free spirits change her worldview and show her another way. She meets the charming but damaged Declan who takes her under his wing. Will a budding romance for this blossoming Rose prove to be her gift from the universe for making the hard decision to be her own woman?  Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

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The Kidnapper PT 4

A/N: i cried while typing this up. so enjoy this part of The Kidnapper!

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

Y/N as Madison Hart (17 y/o)

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

PT 3

Michael’s POV

The guys and I get on google maps and searched the address from the envelope. “We got something Mike!” Chris says. I go to the computer and see the place, it looks like a dump. My baby sister is in there. “Search up Joseph, Anderson.” I look at my phone, we took a picture of the address and name. Chris typed up the guy’s name, James comes up behind us. “I think I found him.” Mark came behind us to look at the pictures of the man. “He looks terrifying.” “That man has Madison.” “We need to go to that address.” “What do we need?” James questions. “Protection and a phone to call the police.” I look at James. “We need a crowbar, a uh, hammer, and uh-“ “Why a hammer?” Markson says. “Well in the letter, she’s chained up, we need it to get the chains off of her from the hammer.” Mark shakes his head.

We get the supplies in Mark’s car and got the address in my phone and drove off. We’re getting my sister back!

Madison’s POV

I look down at my body, why do I look skinny like bad skinny, he’s slowly killing me. I’m so hungry.

I hear footsteps, it’s Joseph. “Madison, I’m going to the nearest Hy-Vee. I’ll be back about, a hour.” He looks at his watch and me. “Fine.” He walks upstairs and locks the door.

20 minutes later

I’m about to fall asleep until I hear banging and screaming, that’s Michael’s scream. “Madison! Madison! WHERE ARE YOU!” Markson yells. “I’m down in the basement! IM DOWN IN THE BASEMENT!” I hear running and the door getting hit and opens and I hear running again. The first person I see is, Markson. “Mads.” Michael said. The guys run and starts to hug me but I whimper. “Are you okay?” Chris questions. “If you get me out of these chains.” “Where’s the key?” “I don’t know.” The boys look around and James says, “The hammer!” Michael grabs it out of his bag and hits the chains until they break. The chains on my wrists fall off of me and I hug Mark. “Call the police.” Michael says to James “I missed you so much baby.” Mark whispers in my ear. “I missed you too and you to Mike.” “I called the police, they’re coming.” James says. “Let’s get out of this place.” Mike said. Mark picks me up and takes me to the stairs and I look around to see what I’ve been in for god knows how long.

When we get out of the house, I squint. “I forgot what the outside looks like.” Mark looks at me and sets me on the grass and sits next to me.

3 minutes later

We see police cars. One police officer comes up to me and says, “Are you Madison Hart?” “Yes I am.” “Is Joseph Anderson in there?” “No he went to the nearest Hy-Vee.” “Get number 34 to 75123 West 89th Road.” I lay my head on Mark’s shoulder. “Madison, mom wants to talk to you.” I grab the phone and put the phone on my ear, “Mom?” “Maddie?” “Yes mama?” “Is it really you.” “It’s me mom. It’s your daughter.” “Madison!” I hear my dad. “It’s me dad!” “Where’s Michael?” “Next to me.” “Is there police there?” “Yes there is.” “Give me the phone to any of them.” “Mike give this to any of the police.” Michael goes to a cop and gives it to him.

15 minutes later

I hear a car come to the scene and it’s my parents and Ally. I try to get up but I’m too weak to get up, Michael and Markson help me up and they help me to go to my parents. “Madison, it’s really you.” “It’s me mama.” She hugs me and kisses my cheek. I look at Ally and I limp up to her and I can see her face, looking happy but worried about me. “Ally, I missed you.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Mads, I- I- I can’t believe it’s you. You look different.” “It’s because of the man who kept me in that house.” “Oh god I missed you so much.” Ally hugs me, I feel a little pain so I whimper. “I’m sorry Madison.” She stops hugging me. “It’s okay but when I feel better, you can hug me like that again.” We both chuckle. “Dad!” I hug him tightly. I hear him whimper. I look up at him and say “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He looks down at me. I can see a tears in his eyes. I feel other hands around me, I look around and it’s the people who I love. All of us did a group hug, I never felt this happy ever since I saw my family and friends seeing me dance on stage since god knows when.

“Hart family, Joseph Anderson has been found and is taken to custody at this time.” A police officer came up to us and says. “You hear that Madison? The son of bitch has been found!” Mark says. I felt so relieved!

Eventually, my family gave me food and water and took me home where I feel safe. We’re going to get that bastard in jail!

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SECRET OBSESSION-CHAPTER 6

The comic con is amazing. We sign autographs, answered fans’ questions, do a little marvel vs dc competition,and even meet some fans backstage. Now it was time for me to head home, to Israel. I gotta admit I miss my home but I will be having Henry with me every day. We agreed that he and Kal will fly here after Henry finishes doing some interviews in London. —————————————————————. When I open my house door it was dark, Isabel run inside in a hurry and bark. Confused I turn on the lights and saw Henry with Camilla and Kal.

“WELCOME HOME!” They both shouted and then Camila jumped at me, tackling me to the ground.

“I missed you too cami, but how did he get here before me? We border the flight the same time” I asked her

“Ever wondered why you had two flights instead of one?” She grinned

“I’m so getting you back for that” I glared at her and pushed her off beige I ran to Henry and hugged him

“I missed you” I muttered

“You saw him 10 hours ago” Camila rolled her eyes

“Shush you” I mutter and let Henry go only to have Kal jumping on me

“I missed you too big boy don’t worry” I chuckled and bent down to hug him while he licked my face.

While I settled down Camila made breakfast with Henry, even though I told them it won’t be too much of a bother for me.

“So how was your first comic con?” Camila asked me while we ate

“It was amazing. The Fans are so nice. I met this girl named Grace backstage, poor girl is bullied at school, I did as much as I could to cheer her up, even gave her my number, I hope I don’t regret that one” I told her

“That’s so nice of you, so when will you meet each other’s parents?” She asked

“Cami! We’re not together that long” I blushed

“Technically, y/n already met my parents when they faced timed me and she was with me” Henry shrugged

“Oh right, they’re so nice” I smiled

“Now you have to let Henry meet your parents y/n” Camila insisted

“Cami you know these things never end well” I muttered

“Have you talked to them since the incident?” She asked and I shook my head, becoming uncomfortable with talking g about my past with my parents.

Thankfully, both Henry and Camila changed the subject because they sensed my discomfort.

After dinner, Camila left because she had an early meeting in the morning.

“Why don’t you want me to meet your parent?” Henry asked me while I was washing the dishes

“They’re not typical parents Henry. I wish they were, but they’re not” I sighed

“Okay I’ll tell you what, we invite them over for dinner, if things go south I won’t ever ask you to meet them again, but I do want to meet them” Henry offered

“Okay, but if things go south I will say I told you so” I muttered and he chuckled.

After a year of not talking to my parents, I invited them over for dinner, knowing that I will for sure regret it.

I was finishing setting up the table when I heard a knock on the door.

I take a deep breath before going to open it, revealing my loving(sarcastically) parents.

“Thank you Igor inviting us to dinner y/n, I brought dessert” my mom smiled as she handed me her famous kinder mousse cake.

“Come in” I put on my best smile and move to the side so they can walk in.

“Mr and ms l/n such a pleasure to meet you I’m Henry-“ “Cavill” my mother cut off his introduction and shook his hand

“So you’re not imaginary, that’s good” my dad smirk and I roll my eyes before I disappeared to the kitchen so Henry can give them a tour of the house.

When they came back to the living room, where we will be eating I heard my mom laugh, a true laugh, at least she liked Henry, that’s all I cared about, her approval.

“Dinner is served” I called from the kitchen

“About time” I heard my dad say abs fought the urge to give him a sassy remark back.

I Serve the food I made which was sushi, fried chicken, and rice.

“So how long have you been dating?” My mom asks Henry and I

“Since our premiere in London” I said as I smiled at the memory of that evening

“Must’ve seduced him like the cheap slut she is” my dad growled and I sat that Henry was about to defend me but I stopped him, mouthing him that it’s okay.

Henry wasn’t pleased about it, but he let it go.

We continued dinner as if my dad’s comment never happened.

I took care of the dishes while my parent and Henry retired to the porch.

But, without me noticing, my dad sneaked into the kitchen, a knife in his hand.

He put it against my throat causing my breath to hitch

“You think you can just run away from us like that huh? You left your mother and I like we didn’t raise you, you ungrateful cunt!” He screamed and in a swift movement cut my arm.

The cut was big, and blood started coming out of it, but it wasn’t what made me scream, it was the beating that came shortly after.

He punched and kicked me until I screamed loudly from the pain.

“You don’t deserve the life you have! You abandoning bitch!”

Another cut, this time not to my arm, this time to my tight

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance, but I ain’t wasting this one” he said as he lifted the knife to make one final cut.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see this.

But the knife never came down.

“I’ll give you one second to run away before I call the cops” Henry growled and I sighed in relief.

My dad fled, but not before he gave me one last glare.

Dark dots started clouding my vision and I felt myself losing consciousness due to all the blood I lost.

“No y/n stay with me please!” Henry screamed while he called 911 but I couldn’t stay awake anymore and fainted.

-Henry’s p.o.v-

5 minutes after y/n lost consciousness the paramedics finally arrived

“What happened to her?” One of them asked

“Her dad beat her and cut her arm and tight” I told them while they took her vitals.

The paramedics injected her blood before they took her with me in the ambulance to the nearest hospital.

When we got there I ran with them to the ER but was stopped by a nurse

“Sir I’m afraid you can’t go in there” she told me

“I need to know that’s she’s okay, please let me pass” I beg her

“She’ll be fine, we have our best doctors working on her sir, now come I’ll take you to the waiting area” she said politely and despite my growing concern I went with her.

4 hours and still no update on

y/n’s condition. I’m more than concerned now.

My family is here with me, y/n’s mom as well, they all try to be strong for her but I just can’t, not until I know she’s okay.

“It’s not the first time it happened” y/n’s mom tell me

“Meaning?” I frowned

“Her dad, he did this before, and even worse than this time, I thought he was getting better, controlling his anger...I shouldn’t have brought him” she sighed and rubbed her forehead

“Wait, you’re telling me he almost killed her before?” I asked her and then it clicked

The reason y/n was so nervous to call them, why she didn’t dare to defend herself when he insulted

“I-I didn’t know he was doing this to her when he almost killed her I was the one who drove her to the hospital” she admitted

“You need to keep him away from her, and I suggest you leave him too before he hurt you” I told her and before she could respond a doctor came out of the ER area.

“She’s stable. We just finished stitching her up and giving her blood transfusion, she’ll need lots of rest and she hasn’t woken up yet, but you can see her” the doctor informed us.

I walked inside her room with my brother and was relieved to see that she was truly okay.

“She’s a warrior brother, she’ll be fine” my brother reassured me before he left.

I took y/n’s hand in mine and held it tight

“I’m so sorry I made you meet him again. You tried to tell me you were afraid of him and I didn’t pay attention to it, I’m so sorry y/n” I said and felt tears running down my face

“N-not y-your f-f-fault” I heard her voice and my head immediately snapped up to see her awake and smiling

-y/n’s p.o.v-

Flashes of my dad abusing me over and over invaded my mind while I was blacked out.

But there was one memory that stuck, and it was him going to slash my throat and Henry stopping him.

Then I heard a voice, Henry’s voice, telling me he is sorry for forcing me to meet my dad again.

At that moment I don’t know what happened but I was able to open my eyes, I took a second to adjust to the light before speaking

“N-not y-your f-f-fault” I stuttered out as best as I could, causing his head to snap up

“You’re awake” he gasped

“Told you I’ve been through worse” I smiled

“I-I thought he killed you” Henry said

“It takes a lot more than that to end me Cavill” I smirked and he chuckled.

5 minutes later the doctor came in and took my vitals, he told me I need to stay the night for supervision but can go home tomorrow morning.

Henry’s family came in shortly after, they’re sweet people, they brought me chocolates and flowers. We spoke about what happened and the surgery I had until my mom knocked on the door

“Can I uh talk to her alone please?” She asked, everyone turned to me to look approval and I gave it by nodding

“I’m so sorry y/n I had no idea he’ll do this to you” my mom broke down the minute everyone was outside

“It’s okay mom, I’m fine” I reassured her

“I’m getting a divorce” “what?” I gasped

“I could forgive him after doing it once, but not twice, I’m so sorry y/n” she sobbed and I just hugged her until she calmed down.

She left shortly after, going to my house so she won’t have to face my dad and I was left in my room with Henry

“You know Kal and Isabel miss you” he said and I chuckled

“I love these two dorks, I must’ve scared Isabel, seeing me all bloody and injured”

“I’ll bring her and Kal tomorrow don’t worry” Henry smiled and kissed my head “get some rest”

I took Henry’s hand in mine and held it until I fell asleep.

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