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Feyd Fantasy Part 6
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Brazen Baron
Summary
Feyd Rautha has a massive coronation. Excitement fills the air as his people look forward to a better future for the planet improving beyond his uncles reign.
Feyd begins blurring all the lines of his Harkonnen heritage for you. Everything he has been raised to value crumbles when he’s in your presence. You give him everything he never knew he desired and his infatuation for you becomes even deeper. His Lord in waiting takes notice and fears for his sanity and rational thought.
Will his undying love for you make him a great ruler or a passive counterfeit?
⚠️ Hardcore Smut ⚠️
Semi public sex •coercion• Feyd Dom• female restrained for sex•clit play• resisting arousal•FeydSub• Feyd handcuffed for sex • Feyd collared for sex• Feyd crop whipped•multiple ejaculations•Feyd Bj •Feyd violent sex•Feyd forced to orgasm•multiple orgasms•multiple cream pies
Feyd Fantasy Series
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Part 1• Part 2• Part 3• Part 4• Part 5• Part 6•Part 7
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⏳ Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️ 💝Not for my softies (mentions of violence)
Inspo: ⚔️Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️ -Sex against a window -Sex in the throne room -Dom Feyd -Sub Feyd -Feyd wearing a collar -Feyd being handcuffed for sex -Feyd being whipped(with a crop!) -Semi public sex -Feyd graphic BJ -Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you -Feyd gives up his kink (what?!)
(These requests are 🥵 🔥 )
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Brazen Baron
It is the early morning of Feyd’s coronation. The military begin to fill the Fortress courtyard and allow in the people of Geidi Prime. Feyd feels the new emotion he’s come to favor, he feels elation as he opens his eyes. He can hear the chants of his name from the courtyard fortress just beneath his balcony. He trails his fingertips down your spine until he awakens you.
“Come bathe with me,” he says as you open your eyes.
You smile at him and stretch becoming more alert. You hear the chanting of his name from the courtyard below and quickly sit up “The crowd is cheering for your coronation!” You exclaim, he nods at you with a knowing smile.
You both hasten to wash your faces and cleanse your mouths before entering the decontamination chamber. He hugs you facing him as you stand together in the glowing green circle on the floor. It scans both of your bodies and a ring descends from above surrounding you both.
Starting at your feet it sprays rows of water and antimicrobial soap combined all the way to your neck stopping at Feyds shoulders. You both laugh at the height difference. He lathers the soap on his bare shoulders before taking his soapy hands and playfully pulling your face to kiss him.
His lips are so plush and soft you let him take over. He kisses you sensually as the ring sprays water around you both rinsing all of the soap from your bodies. When the chamber fills with hot air drying you off Feyd finally breaks the kiss.
He drops to his knees in worship of you. Holding your hips firm he presses his lips to your soft skin. He trails hot kisses from your navel all the way down to your pussy.
He is interrupted by a sudden sharp knock at his door. Feyd quickly stands and gets two robes placing one on you and then himself. You remain by the bed as he answers.
It is Feyds Lord in Waiting with several servants.
“Honor to you on Coronation Day Baron Feyd Rautha,” he says bowing. ”Here are the trusted servants that will help with your preparations for today,” several servants enter and begin attending to you both without hesitation.
They take Feyd to one side of the room and bring you to the basin room closing the door. You see the seamstress among the group holding a beautiful gown black gown. She presents it to you.
The dress is traditional Harkonnen black; floor length made of is a thin fabric covered in thousands of tiny black Giedi Prime crystals. It is one shouldered with a sheer cape and a slit. As you run the breathable fabric through your fingers you find the design fascinating.
“You will look marvelous in this today as you do in all of my creations.” She says pleasantly. The servants remove your robe at your shoulders stripping you bare, you cover yourself feeling immodest. The seamstress shoos them away and personally hands you your undergarments to put on for yourself.
The panties are a sheer black sheer shimmering fabric. They are so tiny when you pull them on. They expose your cheeks and you blush looking back in the mirror “Is this correct?” You ask the seamstress shyly.
“Ah yes, so the dreaded lines do not show yet you covered beneath, Baroness,” she says reassuringly.
The servants bring in a chair for you to sit. They begin tugging at your hair, slicking it back and pinning it with black Harkonnen treasury gemstones. Another servant begins preparing your face by applying pigmented colors to enhance your natural beauty. There is a knock at the door and a final servant brings you a plated meal to eat as the servants work around you.
After what seems like hours you are finally fitted into your dress. You turn and look in the mirror feeling so regal and confident. You smile, looking yourself over. The dark eye makeup and rouge lip enhancing your sultry, Harkonnen look. You nod feeling ready and they slide the doors open to the main chamber.
You see him first. Feyd is calm and collected wearing an all black royal leather coat over a high neck black top. His signet ring is on his pinky finger and the ascension stones of the Baron rest around his neck. He carry’s two weapons sheathed at his hip, a white short blade, and a black long sword. From your readings on his heritage you understand the black represents purity while the white represents poison.
They will present him with his Baron medallion on stage in-front of the populace, though he has already been instated to wear it. He finally looks over to you with a heavy blink of disbelief that makes you giggle.
You’ve actually never seen him so shocked about anything. A smile plays on his lips, knowing instantly that he has to have you in that dress. He is already calculating a way to be alone with you and have his way with your body before the ceremony even begins.
The Lord in Waiting claps his hands making the servants stop everything. “Lord Feyd Rautha shall we proceed to the Shrine room?“ he inquires.
Feyd nods to the Lord in Waiting and takes your arm exiting his chamber together. His advisors and page are waiting just outside to follow him in procession. You walk through the halls until you reach a set of grandiose stairs that lead to the top center front of the fortress. The highest tower, the Holy Shrine room.
Feyd releases your arm and eyes his page who immediately takes you to a separate area. Only men are permitted to enter the Shrine. The Page finds a bench for you to rest as you wait for Feyd to complete his ancestral duties.
Once they have ascended the stairs and enter the Holy Shrine, his twelve advisors gather around Feyd and kneel with their foreheads on the floor to him. The triangular room has two angled front walls completely made of glass which overlook the fortress courtyard far below.
The back wall is covered in shelves of relics and holy items. In the center of the room on a flat raised triangle platform is the sacred Harkonnen stone.
Centuries old, it is engraved with the first known instance of the Harkonnen crest. The name of every Baron and his reigning years are etched into its black reflective surface. The twelve advisors rise back to standing and leave his presence to allow him to speak with his ancestors.
Feyd is immediately drawn to the stone. Compelled to kneel down in front of it, his curiosity takes hold as he looks over all of the names etched into its jagged peaks. He passes over his uncle Vladimirs before finding his grandfather’s, Dmitri Harkonnen. He touches the stone tracing his finger along the letters of his name.
As if by force Feyd’s mind settles on a district memory he had locked away. It floods his mind entirely.
His brother Rabban returned to their home planet of Lankerville as a young man in command of Harkonnen troops. Rabban was under complete control of his uncle the Baron Vladimir by this time. He was there to prove his undying loyalty.
Their father was the governor of the planet and had not paid its taxes, instead defying the Baron and using the money to help the poor. When their father tried to explain the reasoning for his actions, Rabban flew into a blind rage over his disobedience to the Baron and strangled their own father, Abulard Rabban, to death.
Feyd releases his finger from the stone feeling the course of evil run through his body. He realizes his entire family is corrupt and his very blood has been poisoned with murder and greed for centuries. Including his own unspeakable atrocities.
He unsheathes his swords crossing them in an X. With his arms out stretched he bows his head and salutes them in the way of the sun and the old manner. He replaces them back into their holsters and rises up understanding what he is and what he has descended from.
Sacred
You look up when Feyds twelve advisors and his Lord in Waiting walk past you to take their places at the ceremony in the courtyard. They eye you warily. Feyd Rautha would not dare bring a female into the Holy Shrine. Though they see you have captivated him they believe he would never bring such terrible omen over his reign as Baron.
Feyd steps out of the Shrine and calls down to his Page, “Bring her to me,” he commands. The Pages eyes widen in shock, knowing what Feyd is asking, but does as he’s told. He finds you where he left you seated. “My Lord Feyd Rautha requests your presence at this time,” he says in fear.
You walk down the corridor to the stairs. Feyd steps down to collect you, helping you advance each step until you reach the top. He opens the shrine doors and you enter together as he seals it shut. His Page falls to the floor chanting forgiveness over his Barons sacrilege.
The Shrine is beautiful inside the walls and floors are completely black, reflective and slick like oil. A large jagged black stone etched in names rests on a white raised triangular shaped platform in the center of the room.
As you look more intently at the stone an uneasiness forms in your mind and you know you should not be in this place. You turn to Feyd to leave but he is standing in front of several skulls lined up in a showcase. He stares at them with a fierce intensity
He finally looks to you, gesturing you to come. As you approach him you glance over all the rows of ancient stones, knives, relics, gemstones and artifacts displayed in the shelving of the hallowed walls.
When you are beside him he points to a skull “The remnants of Leto Atreides, Duke of the greatest enemy of the Harkonnens for centuries. I thought I would feel it a great honor to see this and the skull of his son Paul missing beside it, but instead I feel nothing. The hatred is long gone once they are vanquished. I see now that only bones are what remain.”
You have no word for him as you watch how he gazes into the empty eye sockets of what once was the Atreides Duke. The growing chants of the large crowd below finally reach the shrine room drawing you both to the front glass windows. As you peer down, you realize just how high up you are.
There are rows and rows, of thousands of soldiers surrounding a square stage with the Harkonnen crest.
Feyd seeing the anxiety forming on your face removes his blade scabbard placing it on an ottoman. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You place your hands on his as he presses his face to yours. He calms your rising nerves caressing your hands with his thumbs as you stare into a crowd so large.
He finds something familiar to distract you and points.
“Look there are my advisors and the Lord in Waiting and look at Rabban!” He laughs seeing his brothers face full of pride at the base of the stage waiting for him.
He presses a kiss to your temple seeing a smile form across your lips. You are everything to him he would forgo all of this if you asked him to. Instead you encourage his lust for power at every instance.
“Feyd look there at the fortress gates, see how your people call for you.” He looks into the large crowd of people being held back by rows of guards. They chant and scream for him. You look over your shoulder at him. “Are you nervous?” You ask, feeling the weight second hand.
He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I was raised to do this I feel nothing but honor.” His hands trail your bodice as an idea returns to his mind. He’s going to fuck you, here, in the shrine room over looking everyone gathered for his coronation.
You start to feel his kisses lower onto your neck, gently at first until he begins licking and sucking against your throat raising love marks.
He can’t get enough of you. Even now in this, the Holiest Shrine of his ancestors. He wants to defile you in every way. He desires you more than anything his planet has to offer. You feel his lips form a wicked grin against your neck.
He quickly hoists your gown up exposing your lower half and presses your chest to the glass. His right hand moves to your core pressing his fingers onto your clothed clit.
You gasp at the feeling and try to remove his hand. The sacrilege of having sex in a shrine room above hundreds of thousands terrifies you.
Feyd grabs both of your wrists pinning them behind your back preventing you from taking away his pleasure.
He resumes rubbing deeply against the fabric covering your pussy. "Feyd, there are thousands of people below, someone will see us! This room is scared you will be committing sacrilege!" You pant, becoming weak with anxiety trying to make him rationalize.
You pull your wrists in his grip trying to break free but it is impossible. He is twice as strong and easily keeps your hands pinned to your back. Your struggling excites him and you feel his erect cock press against the back of your bare thigh. You know he is going to overtake you and have his way.
He lowly rasps in your ear "Don't worry they can't see us.....but I wouldn't mind fucking you infront of thousands just so everyone knows who you belong to as you make those pretty sounds for me.” His words make you weak.
He pulls your panties to the side that cling because you are so wet. He pushes his two fingers deeply into you, all the way to his knuckles, you gasp in pleasure.
He begins pulling them in and out against your tight walls massaging you internally. The exact sounds that he likes, that drive him feral, fall from your lips. It makes his cock twitch in anticipation.
“Just like that Baroness, keep making those pretty sounds for me,“ he rasps as he kisses up your neck with wild fervor. He fingers you faster and harder until your moans are unending. His knuckles wetly smack against your folds as you come undone from pure anxiety and arousal. You orgasm on his fingers soaking through your panties and trembling as you come down from the euphoric release.
You feel the way he still grips your wrists tightly in his strong hand. He has you trapped. He hasn’t yet desecrated you in the Holy Shrine room, there is still time to stop him.
He slips his fingers from your entrance and you twist your wrists hard to escape. He only holds a tighter grip and presses your chest back to the glass. He takes a step back and sucks your arousal from his fingers. “Feyd please,” you beg, “I have read the books on your ancient ways, what we are doing is a bad omen, please.”
The sound of your thin panties being ripped from your body renders you senseless. You are like a piece of porcelain to him. He could easily break you if he wanted, tear you into pieces while he fucks you in this shrine, but he won't. He loves you, even if he doesn't show it with words but proves it with actions.
He presses his fingers into your wet folds and you squirm as he starts to rub his fingers through them. He wants to make you impossibly wetter, preparing you for his cock. Your resolve grows weaker when he reaches between your legs and swirls his fingertips around your now swollen clit. Your mind goes empty, unable to form a thought. He takes control and you give in to him completely.
Feyd feels you stop resisting and accept his touch. He savors the fact he’s dominated you into submission. Now he wants to taunt you into an orgasm and completely break your mind to his will. “You are like a pleasure slave Baroness letting me fuck you against a window in the Holy Shrine.” He pinches your clit as punishment making you moan as you arch your back.
He smiles as he unclasps and frees his pale cock.
He slips his pink, throbbing tip up and down through your soaked folds, coating it in your arousal to ease his penetration. “You are practically dripping Baroness. Who knew you were such a concubine to please my cock” he says mockingly. You let out a small whimper of shame.
He gets aroused with how easily he can break you with just his words, your body is primed for him. He holds you steady with his free hand on your waist and thrusts into you burying deep all the way until his hips press your thighs. You moan loudly from the penetration of his cock and he begins to fuck you hard against the glass window.
He pulls your wrists back towards him and the leverage allows him to plow even deeper. You look out of the window into the dizzying crowd your moans unending as he thrusts in and out of you as your vision goes fuzzy. You are going into shock mentally and physically. Feyd is so insatiable for you he no longer has rational thought. You don’t understand why he has to have sex here of all places, he is cursing himself.
He thrusts into you feeling limitless. He has defiled you on the sacred meeting hall table, in the pools of purity, and now the Holiest Shrine. He is elated, fucking into you with wild abandon. His hips clapping into you until they stutter.
He cums powerfully, thrusting harder until the heat of his seed fills your core and you both moan. He frees your hands to take hold of your waist pulling his hips back until his heavy cock slips out of you. He is elated and gasping as he puts his cock away with a smile.
You slide your dress down your hips and collect your panties as he fastens his sword scabbard onto his trim waist. He turns you to him and pulls you close. His breathing is labored as he kisses you.
He extends his hand for the panties you hold in yours “Give them to me I want them during the ceremony” he demands. You shyly hand them to him smiling in amusement as he tucks them in his inner breast pocket.
The sound of the crowd is growing even louder. “Come” he says excitedly taking your hand he knows it is time for him to begin the ceremony
The Lord in waiting returns to collect Feyd, he is taking longer than expected and the crowd is at a fever pitch. He sees you with Feyd who is smiling. Feyd plants a kiss on your lips as you walk away together from the stairs at the base of the shrine.
“What have you done!” The Lord in Waiting yells and falls to his knees saluting in the way of the old mannor. He is shocked beyond belief knowing Feyd Rautha has already allowed you into the Holy Shrine.
The Lord in Waiting feels the rising bitterness of disappointment putting his faith in what he thought was such a promising young Baron. He rises as Feyd Rautha approaches with you holding his arm. “My Baron! Do you not realize the grave mistake you have just made? And on your coronation day! A female in the shrine room!….” His disgust and loathing apparent as he says the word ‘female.”’staring you down. He sees his Barons lust for you has completely contaminated his mind.
Feyd takes his attention back. “Get to the stage and present the Baron Medallion. My bloodline is already cursed enough it can not be made worse.” He snaps.
The Lord in waiting is stunned by his Baron’s callous insolence. One moment rallying his council with honor and tradition the next defiling their very belief system. He realizes Feyd Rautha cares for his own interests above all.
The Lord in Waiting watches as you pass him with Feyd. Your garments swish as you walk seductively, holding Feyd’s arm. Your chin is lifted in complete confidence. He understands then that Feyd Rautha never broke you, but that it is the other way around. The late Baron Vladimir was right all along you are corrupting Feyd Rautha to his very core.
He can tell no one of this matter until they replace him. Even then it will be sealed by his lips. No one can know that a female holds any sort of power over a ruling Harkonnen.
Baron Feyd Rauthas Coronation
Feyd Rautha walks the long procession to the center stage lined by rows and rows of his massive army. The crowd cheers in jubilation as he nears the platform. Feyds hands are clasped behind his back. He nods to his brother, Rabban, and ascends to the podium.
The crowd erupts into raucous adulation at seeing their new, young and strong leader. Feyd stands center stage and unsheathes his sword, raising it to the air.
They all begin to chant his name in unison. The Lord in Waiting approaches Feyd with an advisor holding a black chest. Feyd sheaths his sword as the advisor hinges it open. Inside rests the silver Baron medallion bearing the Harkonnen crest.
The Lord in Waiting, unable to meet his new Baron’s strong gaze, brings the medallion to Feyd Rautha’s chest, pinning it in place. He steps back as he and the advisors bow in reverence. All of the soldiers cross their hands over their chests in an X then raise them above their heads in a salute. They pledge their undying loyalty to their new Baron. Fireworks begin erupting across the sky all over the capital as the crowd erupts into wild cheers.
You watch him from afar in adulation. Females are not allowed anywhere near the coronation space. You view his ceremony from a court balcony using binoculars. You sit with the wives of other delegates and interplanetary leaders.
As you see all of the power he commands you cannot help but be aroused by him. Knowing your panties are tucked in his breast pocket because he wanted you on that stage makes you bite your lip trying to contain your lust. You desire him greatly.
You cannot wait to spoil him with the depravity he craves tonight. You wonder if all men of power have this strange complex. God, commanding and powerful on the outside, submissive to be tortured on the inside.
Feyd yearns to be hurt; he loves pain. Tonight you want to hear him beg for mercy. You want to hear him say the words to make the pain stop as he yells ‘red door’ in his greatest moment of agony.
Bene Gesserit
You awaken in the morning and stretch as the room fills with early light. Feyd’s celebration lasted well into the night with lively entertainment and festivities. Your clothing is strewn across the room; wrist restraints are at the foot of the bed.
You look over to Feyd and see he’s still wearing a leather collar with a leash. You smile as you watch him peacefully sleeping. He is always up before you which means you successfully exhausted him.
Wearing the collar makes him look sexually submissive. As he swallows his throat presses against the leather strap, it must be uncomfortable.
You straddle his abs and begin to release the buckle to free his neck. He grabs your wrist with his eyes closed “leave it on” he commands. You just pinch his chin and release the buckle freeing him of the restraint.
You climb off of him to begin getting dressed. “Where are you going?” he reaches his hand to pull you back into bed but you elude him. He sits up and throws back the sheet exposing his injured thighs as he rests on the edge of the bed.
It makes your stomach pull tight in regret as you kneel down and soothe his wounds. You plant a kiss next to each one. His marks are red with dried blood.
You remember exactly how he was injured:
During the coronation party you asked him back to his chambers. You had a naughty look in your eye that he couldn’t resist. He eagerly followed you, leaving his own celebration as Baron.
As soon as you entered his chamber, he tried to claim you. But you pushed him back and commanded him to strip. When he was naked you picked up a leather braided riding crop from the sex toy table. You commanded him to sit pointing the crop to a chair placed at the foot of the bed.
He rested back against the chair as he stared at you spreading his legs wide to tantalize you with his free standing cock. Your eyes were transfixed until you remembered your task. You collected the interlocking links and approached him. “Restrain yourself. I don’t trust you know how to behave, Feyd Rautha” you commanded him with a smile.
He smiled back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You quickly handed him the interlocking links, keeping your distance so he couldn’t overpower you. He obediently cuffed his hands behind his back.
You stripped bare and his eyes lidded in attraction for you. As you came to stand between his parted legs you kneeled down and began to suck his cock. He gasped as you instantly satisfied his desire and enjoyed being restrained as you pleased him.
You released his cock from your mouth before he came. You stood and leaned in to kiss him and he tasted himself on your tongue. You leaned up with your breasts directly in his face. He tried to reach and lick your nipple into his mouth, but you took a step back.
You chastised him for misbehaving and he grinned. “I will collar you now because you are so unwilling to behave, Feyd,” you said with a mocked angry tone. His eyes tried to follow your movements as you walked past him to his kink closet, You picked out the largest of four collars.
You straddled his lap trapping his cock between your navals and placed the collar on him. He groaned when you pulled the leather tight. It suited him well.
As you stepped back from him with the leash in your hand he sexily glared up at you. While wearing the collar with his hands restrained he was unable to overtake you. But his lustful thoughts of the ways he wanted destroy you radiated from his eyes. Your arousal increased and you become wetter.
The urge to ride him then almost over took your mind. But instead you calmed your lust and tortured him first, knowing what he liked. You made him try and lick your nipple in front of his face again, this time pulling the leash taunt choking him back as he tried.
Each time he failed you hurled insults at him. “How can a man so powerful be so weak,” was the one that softened the ferocity in his eyes.
Once you broke him down mentally you began the physical. You lightly snapped the riding crop against his most vulnerable spots. Between his shoulder blades, across his abs, but the thighs were his favorite. That elicited the most depraved groans from his throat.
You repeatedly snapped the riding crop to either side of his inner thighs until they were blistering red. “More!” he growled at you. He yearned to be injured. But seeing his thighs begin to bleed you refused.
You had even more torture in store but a spark of sadness and even pity welled up in you. He was so sexually depraved and you didn’t have the will to hurt him any more. He was just too beautiful to mutilate any further. You stood between his parted legs as he stared up at you with his striking blue eyes pleading for more.
You caressed his temple, probing to see if instead of calming energy you could use your own prana nervature to induce pain without harming his perfect body. You wanted to give him what he desired even if it meant excruciating agony.
As you sent the energy into his mind he winced and then his face slowly changed from discomfort to torment. His brows knitted as his jaw slacked. All the muscles began to show prominently across his body as he tried to adjust from the pain.
His cock became so hard the tip turned from pink to red. His breaths began shuddering and his body tensed as if he were having an orgasm. When you increased the pain even more he began leaking precum. He deeply groaned though his clenched teeth in pleasure.
You couldn’t help yourself as you climbed on his lap and impaled yourself down on his painfully hard cock. You kept your fingertips pressed to his temple and used him mercilessly for your own pleasure, riding his cock while delving out the worst pain imaginable into his mind. He came twice, one ejaculation right after the other. “You’re … a ….Bene Gesserit!“ he finally said through clenched teeth as he struggled.
He gasped as you intensified his pain even more. He came a third time, but had little semen left to give as you orgasmed.
He was trembling and his eyes were welling with tears. He gritted his teeth until they clicked. He was withstanding pain that was beyond human capacity to endure.
“Tell me you’ve had enough Feyd.” you whispered against his ear.
You knew it was time to withdraw, but he wouldn’t say the words. You increased the intensity of the pain to its strongest.
His mouth fell open as he strained, seemingly unable to breathe. He gasped as if he couldn’t enough get air into his lungs.
He was struggling almost unable to even say the words as he used the last of his strength to yell “Red….Door!” to make it all stop.
You released him from the pain instantly and he fell forward gasping against your chest as his warm tears leaked on your breast.
He was shuddering as he looked up to you with his wrecked out eyes and tear streaked face. He tried to say words but he couldn’t form a single one. You rendered him dumb from the intensity of so much pain. He must’ve felt like he met his death.
With his energy fading and his inability to speak, he rested his head back to your chest. His eyes were closing in exhaustion having had his deepest yearning fulfilled. When you caressed his face, he had recoiled in fear before allowing your soothing touch. You smiled at him then nothing would ever compare.
Now, he looks at you with worshipful eyes, knowing in an instant you can inflict upon him such painful agony. You stand after checking his wounds and he quickly pulls you to him as he sits on the edge of the bed.
He plants kisses between your breasts at your heart, inhaling your scent rubbing his face against you.
He is obsessed, craving anything you will give him. He trails his hands down your curves. He knows he should get dressed but he can’t break himself away from you.
There is a sudden knock at the door and it fills him with rage to be so interrupted. He has so many unanswered questions for you. Questions that are only second to the desire to bed you before he leaves.
“Feyd I will be here later, you are Baron now your people need you,” you smile at his neediness and caress your hand over his head into his neck.
He feels the honor of now ruling several planets, but you are his main desire. He closes his eyes as he plants more kisses between your breasts with every intention to fulfill his need.
His page, relays the message through the door “m’Lord, the spice harvesters are being destroyed in an orchestrated attack on Arrakis. You are needed to address these urgent matters in the strategy hall at once.”
You turn from Feyd as he growls. You quickly get dressed, sensing he will bed you if you stay close to him in this confined space any longer. The hunger in his hypnotic blue eyes is too desperate. You leave his chambers without even saying goodbye. He is psychotic and sexually vulnerable, you need him to focus and be a great leader for the future heir you carry in your womb.
War on Arrakis
After several hours Feyd’s page finally locates you in the medical wing. He comes scrambling in as you are speaking with your Doulah. “M’lady the Baron requests your presence in the throne room at once,” he says out of breath. He had been searching everywhere for you in the fortress to appease his angered Baron.
Feyd Rautha had been crazed in the strategy hall during the morning meeting. With his advisors and military strategists present he flew into a rage. He received confirmation from his brother back on Arrakis there was indeed a rebel leader named Muad’Dib, with an enormous army of Fremen hiding in the desert.
Rabban, wanting to impress his brother as the new Baron trailed the Fremen who had destroyed the spice harvesters. His ornithopter was loaded with several soldiers, as they tracked the Fremen into the nearest rock formation.
As he landed, a small sand storm had begun. He exited the craft with his men and they were ambushed in the low visibility. The Fremen attacked the Harkonnen soldiers with inherent skill for desert combat.
Rabban locked eyes with their leader and knew him to be this Mua’dib as his men followed at a pace behind him. Fear struck him seeing all his men had already been defeated.
Rabban fled back to the ornithopter and a lone Fremen jumped in after him. He was able to dispatch the Fremen, who was hurled from the ornithopter falling to his death. Rabban escaped, nearly losing his life.
Feyd immediately ordered an annihilation raid on Arrakis to bomb its inhabitants into the ground. He wanted the skull of Muad’Dib as a trophy in his shrine. He made arrangements for interspace travel with you and his militia to Arrakis the following day. He planned to rid the planet of the insurgents for good. Finally increasing the Harkonnen spice profits exponentially.
The Throne Room
You are unaware of Feyds mental state but can sense from his page that he is angry. When you arrive at the throne room, you stare in awe at the large golden doors. A mural of the history of Giedi Prime is engraved upon them.
The guards part the golden doors and you enter the cavernous room. It is bare of all decorations. Everything from the floor to the extremely high ceiling is matte black. Six enormous pillars line each side of the room showcasing the throne in the center with Feyd upon it. Several steps lead up to his platform.
He is stoic and regal in his new garments but his eyes are on fire for you. Once the doors are closed behind you he beckons you to come up to him.
You hold the hem of your gown and climb the steps stopping at the last one before you enter the sacred space of his ruling platform “Am I allowed to approach, Baron Feyd Rautha? “ You ask in a sweet tone as you bow.
“Come and kneel at my feet,” he commands. You approach slowly and kneel before him with your head lowered. His sexual energy already charges the space.
Your stomach pulls tight in anticipation of what he will do to you after the way you left his presence in the morning. His hand reaches for you and he softly touches under your chin, tilting your face up.
He is enamored when you look up to him, your face is so beautiful and kind. He summoned you to discuss your loyalty to the Bene Gesserit, but looking into your resolute eyes he fears your response.
He decides to use you for pleasure to ease his stress instead.
His hand slips behind your neck pulling you between his open thighs to his crotch. Your face flushes as heat radiates in your core from the close proximity. “Do you know how much I desired you this morning?” he asks, making you look up into his eyes, “how much I desire you even now?”
Just being in your presence he can no longer contain his urges. He takes your hands one at a time placing them on each of his thighs. “Open your mouth for your Baron” he commands and you obey his wishes.
He unclasps his pants, freeing his thick erect cock. It slaps against his covered abs before he holds the base steadying it straight. “I want you to hold my thighs and suck my cock until you can no longer breathe. Only when you squeeze my thighs will I release you to recover.” You slowly nod with your mouth open. He takes the back of your head and forces your mouth down his length.
He groans as his cock enters your mouth and fills all the way to your throat space. You can not reach his base and as you try your drool pools down his shaft.
He feels the saliva coating his cock and tilts his head back enjoying it. “You like the taste of my cock don’t you Baroness, wait until you drink my cum”, he says hand gripping your hair forcing you up and down on his erect length. Your mouth feels so good on him the room begins to fill with his breathier moans.
He releases your hair from his grasp, getting lost in the pleasure of your inherent skill. You continue to suck him, starting to move faster while the vibrations of your whimpers make his cock twitch.
"That's it don't stop" he rasps, grabbing hold of your hair again.
He forces your mouth up and down on his length as he thrusts his hips. You nearly gag and are tempted to beg for release until you hear his deep moans of pleasure that instantly soak your pussy. You keep your hands still and relax your throat to endure more for his pleasure.
You turn your gaze up to him, looking through your wet eyelashes, pleading for some kind of friction in your now aching core. You remove your hand from his thigh and begin to pleasure yourself.
His eyes open when he no longer feels the warmth there. He looks down and watches how you slowly move your hand between your legs, pleasing yourself as you moan and suck his cock. It nearly makes him ejaculate.
"I’m going to make you …-take all of my cock ….- down your throat when I cum” His raspy voice floods your ears while he makes the pace more violent.
Unable to breathe, you quickly bring your hand from your clit and start to squeeze his thighs.
The pain of you squeezing his injuries arouses him even more. He continues his pace until he feels your fists pounding against his thighs snapping him out of his pleasure.
He instantly releases you. As his cock glides out of your mouth it slaps against his covered abs. You pant, chest heaving to regain air quickly to your lungs.
You stare at his prominent wet cock, covered in your saliva. His tip has turned red, the veins throb visibly on his shaft and core pulses as your pupils expand in arousal . You must have him inside of you.
He leans back against his throne, breathing heavily and removes his shirt, tossing it aside. His body is covered in a light sheen, you watch the way the sweat trails from his neck onto his porcelain abs.
He regains control over his lungs and stands removing the remaining clothing from his lower half. He rests back on the throne completely naked with his cock standing erect. He pats his lap smiling beckoning you to come.
You remove your gown and slip out of your panties eagerly climbing on top of him. You place your knees on either side of his waist. He looks up at you enraptured finally able to reclaim you. His hands trail down to grip your waist. He pulls you forward and lowers you down on his cock. You both moan as he penetrates and settles you to the base.
He watches as you lean back and grab his sore thighs squeezing them and making him gasp as you ride him, your face is in pure bliss.
Feeling the mild pain you inflict squeezing his thighs as you ride him flashes his mind back to the previous night. His breathing increases remembering how, with just a touch, you can give him the most intense pain he will ever endure in his lifetime.
His hand is trembling in anticipation as he pulls your wrist up to press your finger tips against his temple.You sit up placing your other hand on his shoulder as you continue to ride him.
You transfer him a low level of pain, you don't want him to cum yet.
His stamina decreases as he rests back feeling the intense effects of his body adjusting to pleasure and pain simultaneously.
You moan as his cock swells even harder inside of you. He is motionless as you take over riding him. Your passion increasing as your eyes close using him to your satisfaction.
You release the pain from him overwhelmed with the way his cock pleasures your walls. You grab a hold of his shoulders and lean in to devour his mouth. He pulls you into an even deeper kiss with his hand holding the nape of your neck.
He regains the ability to work his cock and thrusts into you hitting the exact place inside of you that has you calling out his name each time.
He slows his pace to a stop and delays your orgasm. He has to know the truth “ Bene Gesserit or my Baroness” he ask’s breathlessly testing your loyalty to the order.
He has been warned of your kind by his uncle. ‘Sperm harvesting witches who infiltrate the great houses to deceive and twist fate for their own benefit.’
But as he gazes upon you with worshipful eyes he knows this can not be true. He has fallen madly for you.
You know the truth as you stare back into his hypnotic blue eyes. Though you were sent to secure his genetics and bind his mind you have already betrayed your sisterhood. You have fallen in love with him.
“I am your Baroness” you confess
Your answer satisfies him completely and he pulls you back to him in a passionate kiss
He begins to increase his pace as he holds you to him placing his hand on his throne for leverage. He works his cock with his hips and thighs to thrust in you with everything he has to give.
You ride him in rhythm until you are both moaning in tandem on the verge of orgasms. You lean forward and press your mouth on his with a kiss as you press your fingers on his temple and elicit his mind with agonizing pain. His abs tense and he lets out a sound of anguished pleasure as he instantly cums.
Arrakis
At day break you and Feyd load into a Harkonnen warship. Inside it is decorated luxuriously with every amenity possible. The long craft is like a palace in space. The interior designed with gold and black furnishings decorated throughout. The exterior is disguised to blend with the rest of the armada.
You are going to travel through space to his other planet Arrakis. Feyd has started a war there and vowed to completely annihilate his newfound enemies, the Fremen before they become too powerful.
You ascend from the capital of Giedi Prime looking out of the floor to ceiling windows as the gray planet gets smaller and smaller until the ship launches to a speed that the windows only show black. You are traveling within his armada of fifty warships.
Feyd kisses your hand and holds it with his as he rests back on the sofa. You are both relaxing in the ornate lounge room. He smiles at you he couldn’t bear to leave you on Geidi Prime. He’ll have trusted Harkonnen assassins protect you heavily at his Arrakeen palace. Your saftey with his unborn is paramount.
He can’t wait to see the destruction and chaos that his brother Rabban has already made in his wake. Feyd wants to wet his blades with blood in a battle. Slicing freemen limb from limb excites him.
He believes he has found a secret way to release his bloodlust seeing you only allow him to kill if it enhances his reign. He strokes your chin to look at him so he can gaze into your eyes. You plant as kiss on his lips and he smiles. He caresses his thumb along your jaw as he stares at your lips. He wants to fuck you in the master suite of the spacecraft.
A servant politely knocks before stepping into the lounge gently announcing breakfast will be served in the dining room. You will be traveling through trans light speed on the ship for a full day to reach Arrakis.
To be continued …
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AUSTIN BUTLER as GALE 'BUCK' CLEVEN MASTERS OF THE AIR · part seven
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"Over The Rainbow" - Gale Cleven x Reader
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a/n: my first time writing for buck! i hope y'all enjoy this!! 🩷
Summary: Thirteen years ago, Gale Cleven ran from you when you tried to kiss him. He doesn't intend on making that mistake twice.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, loss of virginity, fingering, oral f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ww2
Word Count: 3,000
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Masters of the Air characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Gale remembers the last time he saw you vividly. You bounded up to him, a homemade valentine in your hands, grinning that chipped-tooth smile of yours, your two braids flying behind you. You shoved the paper into his hand and he looked between it and you, confused for a moment before reading its contents. There, on the paper, was a poorly drawn picture of a bee. And under it, the words “Bee mine, Gale?” Of course, the entire schoolyard was full of kids, teasing the two of you as you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. And even though every fiber in him screamed to lean in and let you, he pulled away and ran, the sounds of the other kids' laughter ringing in his ears.
Casper, Wyoming was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, with a population of just over fifteen thousand people. From the butcher to the seamstress to everyone who lived within a fifteen mile radius. How was he supposed to just kiss you like it didn’t mean anything? His friends would’ve mocked him ceaselessly. Hell, he might’ve even gotten beaten up, come Monday! So, he stayed inside all weekend, save for church on Sunday, praying that by the time Monday rolled around, everyone would’ve forgotten the almost kiss.
Valentines’ Day was on a Friday that year. 1930. And by Monday? You were gone. Everyone always said if anyone was going to make it out of Casper, it would be you. Every talent show, you were up there, singing your little heart out. Acting in every play. Though Gale would tease you and tug on your braids, he knew that you had what it took to be a star. He was ready to give you that kiss Monday at school, only to learn that your family had moved to California. That you’d gotten a part in some traveling vaudeville group, singing with that voice of yours. By 1935? You’d gotten your big Hollywood debut, starring as Cosette in ‘Les Miserables’. But it wasn’t until 1939 that you became a star, your role as Dorothy Gale cementing your status as the starlet to watch going into the 40s.
He’d deny it till he turned blue in the face, but he cried watching you sing ‘Over the Rainbow’, that gorgeous voice of yours like honey in his ears. Gale went to the picturehouse ten times to see that film, spending every bit of spare change he had to watch your face light up that screen. His friends all teased him, reminding him that the pretty girl up there playing a character whose last name was the same as his first tried to kiss him all those years ago, and he ran. He was a scared little boy and he ran.
Only Bucky knows about all of this. He’s the only one Gale ever trusted enough to tell. So, when he sees that you are doing a tour with the USO, the Foxhole Circuit, to be exact. Meaning you’d be performing in England soon enough. Bucky knows it’ll take a miracle to drag his friend along to a USO show. He’s not one for that sort of thing. But, he vows to make it happen.
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Gale does his best not to smack Bucky across the back of the head for dragging him out to this show, but all the boys seemed fairly excited. So, he decides to be quiet and do this small favor for them, getting himself a bottle of pop and settling in with the others to enjoy the show. The lights go up and he listens as the crowd begins to cheer enthusiastically for whoever it is that is about to appear onstage. He leans in to ask Bucky who it is, out of curiosity, but his friend merely shushes him, turning his face back toward the front. The curtains go up and there you are. It’s as though all the air has been stolen from his lungs as he watches you wave to the crowd, that million dollar smile on your face as you make your way to the microphone. Some people say that actresses look different on screen than in real life. He agrees. On screen, you look beautiful. In real life? You look like nothing short of a goddess.
“Good evening, gentlemen, and thank you for the warm welcome. Before anything, I wanted to thank each and every one of you for your service. The people of America owe you our thanks and gratitude for the bravery you show here, so far from home.” Damn. Your voice is so beautiful that it nearly has him swooning, and your words are the sweetest he’s ever heard. You introduce yourself by name, “Some of you may know me from a couple of films I’ve been in.” Still so humble. Still with that little twang to your voice. God… The memories of your shared childhood come flooding back to him like a tidal wave, chasing after the girl in her dirty overalls, hair in two braids, the booming sound of your laugh coming from such a tiny little body. And hearing you now is like a warm blanket on a cold Casper night. It’s like coming home. “I was in a picture called ‘The Wizard of Oz’ a few years back that some of y’all may have seen. I’ll be singing a song from that. This is ‘Over the Rainbow’. I hope that this can serve as a little piece of home for you and remind you that when this is over, your loved ones will be waiting for you back home.”
The room goes deathly silent, everyone present holding their breath as you begin to croon so sweetly into the microphone. Gale feels the goofiest, dopiest smile spreading across his face, a blush coming to his cheeks as he stares up at you, awestruck. He remembers watching you sing this on screen, wondering if he’d ever see that girl with the chipped tooth from down the road again. And here you are, with that dulcet voice.
“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”
Gale is completely enraptured by you. His best friend bites back a smile, patting him on the back, though he barely even notices, too busy gazing at you. Every note that falls from your lips, the way your eyelashes flutter as you lose yourself in the song. Hell, he’s pretty sure he can feel his eyes tearing up.
“Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh, why, can’t I?”
Gale jumps to his feet, clapping louder than anyone present, taking a moment to appreciate the beautiful woman you’ve grown into. He sees the way you smile out at the crowd, the way you take a bow. And it’s that same spirit as when you used to win every talent show back in school. You’re older now, more comfortable in your skin. But it’s you. It’s unmistakably you. And he can hardly believe his luck. It’s like a star has fallen from the heavens right onto his front doorstep.
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Gale waits for you to finish speaking with some of the higher-ranking officers present before approaching you. He feels like that little boy again, palms sweating as he removes his hat, clearing his throat. He never expected to see you again. Not like this. Not looking so gorgeous and radiant. Colonel Huglin nods at him as he approaches, introducing Gale to you as “Major Cleven” as you extend your hand. Your lips part in surprise, eyes lighting up in recognition.
“Gale? That can’t be you.”
He smiles at you, taking your hand in his, the feeling of your soft, smooth palm almost enough to make him faint as he speaks softly, “I could say the same about you.”
You laugh, that same booming laugh from all those years ago that could fill a room, gesturing to your tooth, “Yeah, Daddy was finally able to afford to get it fixed.”
Gale chuckles, admiring that grin of yours, unable to help noticing the way the men around you eye you up and down. Like you’re less of a woman and more like a piece of meat. He feels a flare of possessiveness, jealousy inside him and takes a step closer to you.
“Look at you,” he remarks, “All grown up now.”
“You too,” you say softly, “The uniform suits you, Major Cleven.”
“Your new clothes suit you too,” he teases, “Though I guess I can’t be calling you ‘little menace’ anymore, can I? You’re not that little girl from Casper anymore.”
You slap his chest playfully, making him laugh even harder, “How dare you, Major Cleven? I’ll have you know they had the top accent coaches try to train the accent outta me. But you can take the girl out of Wyoming, you can’t take Wyoming out of the girl.”
“Well, thank goodness for that,” he drawls, that familiar accent the two of you share serving as a comfort to you both, “You’re still  that stubborn little girl I knew back when I was thirteen, huh?”
“I am indeed,” you pause before bumping your shoulder against his, the two of you entirely oblivious to the chatter around you, “And you’re still that same boy who ran away when I tried to kiss him on Valentine’s Day.”
Gale’s cheeks flush bright pink as he scratches his cheek, averting his gaze, “Hey, now. That was a long time ago. I was thirteen, what’d you expect my reaction to be?” Gale tries to play the whole thing off as if it isn’t something he’s spent the last thirteen years of his life kicking himself for.
“I’m only teasing,” you grin, “I know you were just a shy boy.”
“Oh, more than shy, I was completely petrified!” Gale admits, remembering the way he stumbled backward, tail between his legs and exited the scene, “I kicked myself for weeks afterwards. You moved away so soon after that and if I’d known…” He trails off wistfully, “I didn’t fully understand what a crush was yet. I had one on you, even though I didn’t realize it till the weekend was over and you were gone.”
“Well, that was the past, right?” You reply calmly, giving him a gentle smile that makes his heart skip a beat, that makes him want nothing more than to lean in and kiss you, right here and now, “How are things with you now? You got a girl waiting on you back home?”
“Things are fine… No girl to speak of,” he says, biting his lower lip before meeting your gaze again. He’s back there, thirteen years ago, standing in front of the girl he wants to kiss but too nervous to speak, “What about you? Never heard anything in the papers about a boyfriend or anything.”
“Naw, nothing like that,” you affirm, “I’m not trying to get hitched anytime soon. After all,” you give him a mischievous smirk, “The last time I tried to kiss someone, he ran away crying!”
Gale runs a hand over his face, the two of you bursting into laughter, his face turning a slightly darker shade of red, “I was young and shy and stupid. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Young, yes. Shy, yes. An idiot? No way.”
He looks into your eyes, his heart filled with so much affection that he thinks it might burst, “Well, I definitely feel like one. Knowing what I should’ve done back then… I feel like an idiot for missing that chance.”
“Maybe you didn’t miss it,” comes your soft reply in that sweet voice of yours as you gaze up at him through your lashes, “Maybe you just had to wait for it to come round again.”
The thought of having another chance with you gives him hope like he’s never felt before. He glances away from you before looking back, a smile playing on his lips.
“You saying you’ve kept a torch for me?”
“Hold on now,” you protest, “I never said anything of the sort!”
“Well, maybe you should,” Gale counters, taking a step closer to you.
One step closer. And if you want him, truly want him, you’ll reciprocate. Which you do within mere seconds, grinning up at him.
“Maybe I should. Care to walk me back to my inn?”
“It would be my absolute pleasure, beautiful.”
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To your credit - and Gale’s - you manage to keep your hands off each other until you get to your room at the inn. The air is charged between the two of you as he walks you to your door, a longing gaze being shared between you as he bids you goodnight and your door begins to close. No later than one second after it shuts, you hear a knocking.
And when you open it, Gale stands there, his cheeks still flushed as he mumbles, “This is me taking the chance that’s come round again.”
And after thirteen years of pining on both your ends, of dreaming of what could be, your lips meet in a searing, passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around him as the two of you move back toward the bed. His body is on top of you, each of you eagerly tearing away at each other’s clothes, wanting nothing more than to feel the other’s bare skin against your own.
Gale’s lips are hungry against yours, and yet, so soft and so gentle, his fingers tracing your sensitive folds once the two of you are bare, nibbling at your bottom lip as he pushes two long digits inside of you. You gasp softly against him as he buries his fingers knuckle deep inside you, moving them in a hooked motion, the pads of his fingers rubbing against spots deep inside of you that you didn’t know existed. The moment is so intimate as you gaze into his eyes, your own hazy with pleasure, cries of his name falling from your lips over and over, your nails raking along the pale skin of his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake as you soak his fingers.
He moves back, his lips moving to your neck, down to your chest, your lower and lower until he reaches the apex between your thighs. Those soft, baby blue eyes of his meet yours, his lips parted in a silent question. You give him a short nod, allowing him to gently nudge your knees apart. Gale licks his lips at the sight of how wet you are for him, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh before moving to your core. You gasp, your hands twisting in his hair as he slowly pushes his tongue inside you, the pleasure it brings you almost too much to bear. Gale seems to sense how much you’re enjoying this and lets out a small chuckle before moving his tongue faster and faster, giving broad strokes against your sensitive flesh, making you whine pitifully. Your hips buck up against his as he flattens his tongue against your swollen pearl, making tears prick at the corner of your eyes, your second peak overwhelming you as you swear you feel your soul leave your body, if only for a moment.
Gale seems hesitant to go further, but you pull him back, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you whisper, “I could lose you tomorrow. Forever. I won’t regret giving myself to you tonight. Not when I’ve waited this long.”
“You’re sure?” He whispers back hoarsely, barely able to hold himself back at the plea in your words.
“I’m sure, Gale. I love you.”
Gale smiles, joining his body with yours, slowly pushing inside you, taking care not to cause you any pain as he bottoms out with a low moan of your name, “I love you too.”
He starts off slow, hesitant, as if he’s afraid to hurt you. But you? You wrap your arms, your legs around him, pleading for him to move faster. And what choice does he have but to give you everything you want? Gale’s hips begin rolling against yours, pounding into you at a rapid pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing throughout the room as the oil lamp you burn begins to go out. His lips find yours once again as he kisses you, feverish and desperate, feeling you squeezing around him, your walls hugging him impossibly tight.
“I love you,” he grunts, each thrust growing more difficult, both your end and his own fast approaching, “I love you so much. Gonna come back to you, beautiful. Gonna come right back to you. Gonna have a family with you. Gonna have everything with you.”
“Yes, Gale, please,” you moan softly, his lips pressing to your neck, “I want everything with you too. Please come back to me.”
He feels your body squeeze around him, pulling out after you’ve reached your climax to spill himself against your stomach, not wanting to take any chances while he’s still at war. Wanting to save this for your wedding night, the day he comes back and sweeps you off your feet.
“Promise you’ll never leave me again,” Gale whispers as you tuck yourself under his chin, arms wrapped around each other, legs intertwined, “Promise me you’ll be there waiting for me when I come home.”
“I promise,” you vow, “I promise, Gale Cleven. You’re my rainbow, you know that? My happiness after the storm. I’ll wait for you, Gale.”
“I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips, kissing you once more, “I love you.”
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Austin Butler as Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen in Dune: Part Two
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an irish airman foresees his death - w.b. yeats // genesis - valzhyna mort // future home of the living god - louise erdrich // bloodsport - yves olade // summer - safia elhillo // born to run - bruce springsteen // girls that never die - safia elhillo // blue rotunda - louise gluck // brothers in arms - dire straits // accident report in the tall tall weeds - ada limón
MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) insp, insp, insp
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"Little Warrior" Part 3/3 (Feyd-Rautha X Reader Smut)
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Can be read independently, but I recommend checking out my master list for the previous parts (oooo the buildup!) Long awaited, enjoy!<3
Warnings and tags: (minors DNI) Smut, overstim, arranged marriage wedding night, lovey-dovey Feyd
Feyd wasn't concerned when you didn't show up for breakfast the day of your wedding. Not now, when he knew your reasoning. The thought of you being locked in your quarters, trying to distract yourself from him and the unholy thoughts you harboured of your betrothed amused him wickedly. How you had to physically stay away from him, to keep yourself pure and innocent before your wedding night like you were taught drove him crazy. The promise he had made last night, to ravage you as soon as you were declared his wife was one he intended to keep, if it was the last thing he did.
He imagined you being just as eager, keeping busy in whatever way possible to stay in control of your urges. Perhaps scribbling down your impure thoughts in the leatherbound journal he saw you trying to hide one night. Oh, what he would give to read the nasty thoughts your beautiful head collected. Or perhaps you were trying on all the jewels and gowns he had gotten you. Cheekily, he imagined how you slipped the lush fabrics onto your bare body, swaying in the grand mirror as you took in the gifts he'd gotten just for you. He'd rip them right off of your body and just get you new ones again. And again. And again.
The thought made him snicker, earning him a strange look from his uncle at the other side of the table. But he was right about your current state. Indeed, you were pacing your room in one of the rather scandalous nightgowns your soon to be husband had brought you from Caladan. It must've been from a shop you had never dared to enter back when you had lived there. Had lived there. What a strange thought, how your entire world had changed so drastically. You were to become the na-Baroness of the Harkonnen, for heaven's sake!
With the thrill that came with the thought, an equal amount of panic now set in. You needed to be flawless. A perfect picture of Harkonnen power. And eyeing the simple silk gown and the equally as uninteresting veil that were made for you back on Caladan, you realized they just wouldn't suffice. You wanted him to see you for what you were, not what you were forced to be back on Caladan. Something powerful, something wicked of it's own nature. Not just a simple, soft bride. You knew that's something neither of you wanted.
Feyd, still sitting at the grand breakfast table looked up in surprise as he saw an armada of servants rush down to your wing of the fortress, fabrics and boxes filled with ornaments in hand. What were you planning? You had called for them, asking for the finest of traditional Harkonnen wear and current trends to be delivered to your room at once. A request that would've been met with hesitancy and question back home, but not here. Here, they listened when you spoke. And with a smirk, you took in as all the items you had requested were being stacked into your room. It had taken them less than an hour to acquire it all. This was something you could get used to.
And so you got to work. With Feyd's blade clutched into your hand, you slashed and cut, separated and deconstructed your gown, working in the new fabrics and all the breathtaking Harkonnen ornaments. Time flew by as you worked and you saw the sun was setting when you eyed your finished wedding ensemble. This was it. You had done it. Perfection. You even caught one of your servants running her hand down the gown, fawning to her colleague at the beauty and craftsmanship she took in. "She will set many trends, our new Baroness. I'm sure of it." She had whispered when she thought you'd left the room, and it put a huge grin on your face. Indeed, she was right.
And soon enough, they had ushered you into a chair to prepare you for the ceremony which was set to happen so very soon. Traditional Harkonnen bridal makeup was applied, reminding you a tad of a very feminine battle paint. Dark eye makeup and minimalistic, sharp lines and patterns adorned your beautiful features. It was breathtaking indeed, it would've looked out of place with your old gown. With the new one, you were sure to knock your betrothed to his knees. And on his knees you'd hope he ends up on indeed.
Feyd had not gone easy on himself and his servants either. He was the only man worthy of your hand, as written, a felt by the two of you. And he wanted to prove it to you more than ever before. No expense was spared, no detail of his appearance or the venue left untouched. You were to marry in the massive ballroom of the fortress, a breathtaking location. And he was sure you'd make it look pathetic in comparison to your godly presence. You were to be his wife. How could karma be real when a bloodthirsty bastard like him would end up with an earth shatteringly divine woman like you? He thanked every god he could potentially think of as he made his way down the aisle, halting at the altar.
This was it. His bride would walk down the same aisle in a few fleeting moments. And he was ready to welcome this marriage and the beauty and chaos you two would make happen like he had been waiting for it all his life. Never in his life had he been so eager, so willing to let good and pure filth at the same time into his life. And suddenly, the grand doors swung open with a booming sound. My Wife. He thought as he saw your stunning, familiar face. There you were. And as he looked down to take in your body, he felt his heartbeat in every inch of his body, like he'd explode from his own bodies' physical reaction.
Your form fitting gown, the harkonnen leathers that mingled with the gentle white silk. And in the midst of it all, his blade strapped to your hip. You looked like a Harkonnen prophecy. He swore then and there that you were the first and only person in all the galaxies that could bring him to his knees. He would kneel before you like a lost sinner who'd found his salvation. Equally as infatuated, you took in your betrothed. Stood in all his glory, bearing leathers of the same nature that adorned your wedding dress, and a matching blade strapped to his hip. You had learned of this Harkonnen custom, had made use of it for this special day.
And his heart clenched at the sentiment. But so did yours when you saw your birthstone, only found on Caladan pinned onto the chest of his leather tunic. He'd always been minimalistic, not wearing any jewellery with the exception of his house ring, but he swore he'd never take off the stone that adorned his chest now. His wife's stone. And his eyes seemed to light up more with every step you took toward him. Being walked down the aisle, handed over like on other planets wasn't tradition on Giedi Prime. So you walked alone and you basked in the attention of the enormous crowd, but most of all, your soon to be husband who waited eagerly.
His gaze was so focused on you, so sharp that just from his eyes alone, you could tell exactly what he was waiting for, what he was intending to do to you. To keep the promise he had made you last night. And the thought propelled your feet forward even faster, your body moving like he was calling out for it. When you finally stood before him, looking up at the man who looked back with all the promise and affection in the world, you felt the entire room go silent. The empirical drums, the eager crowd, the priest...they all faded away. You were asked to speak your vows, asked to accept him as your husband and you couldn't even focus, just staring up into those damn eyes...
You just muttered your agreement, repeated after the priest and followed all the traditions with nothing but one thing on your mind...to get out of here as soon as possible with your husband. His thoughts were the exact same. The actual ceremony was a blur, formalities neither of you cared for. But when he suddenly dropped down to one knee before you, holding his blade to his heart a booming gasp went through the crowd. "Feyd..." You gasped out in shock, in total infatuation. He simply smiled back, a sweet wicked smile. You had read of this Harkonnen tradition in one of the many books you'd indulged in to distract yourself these past few days.
It was an ancient tradition, rarely ever used amongst the Harkonnen. He'd just performed the lover's plead. Only to be read about in the most infamous, powerful Harkonnen love stories, captured in history books for how rare and special it was. To see a royal Harkonnen warrior kneel before his wife, plead his blade to her in front of such an audience...it was an eternal promise, a vow of love, of pure faith and dedication. And it was used sacredly, not in simple arranged marriage. It was used for love, for people who would die for each other in a heartbeat. Which is precisely why barely any Harkonnens performed it.
But your husband did. Most people in the audience had never seen the lover's plead in real life, thought it was a simply tale that romantic historians liked to spread, in order to sell books of heroic lovers. But he proved to them all how real it was, how real his love for you was. When he finally rose again, it was to wipe away the stray tear that had made its way down your rosy cheek. "Do not cry, wife. It is my job to keep your eyes dry from now on." You simply smiled at him. "With the unholy power invested in me by the former Baron of the Harkonnen, I now pronounce you husband and wife. The new Baron and Baroness of Giedi Prime. Long shall they live and reign!" The priest spoke and before the crowd could echo back the words, "Long shall they live and reign!" your husband had thrown you over his broad shoulder and was carrying you out of the room in long, powerful strides.
He had a promise to keep after all. You giggled and flailed your legs jokingly as he carried you through the halls of the fortress so effortlessly, which landed you a stinging smack on the ass. "Ow, Feyd!" You had called in surprise, but your husband simply smiled as his hand stayed where it had made the impact. "Don't try to put up any fights, Baroness." And before you saw it, he had skipped right past your quarters and kicked open the doors to his instead, dragging you right in. You felt the adrenaline bubble up inside of you, how fiercely he would just take what he wanted...it drove you wild. You expected him to throw you onto the bed, but no...
He gently put you down in front of the grand mirror stood before his bed, coming up behind you to sneak a hand around your waist as his breath fanned the side of your neck. "You look breathtaking..." He whispered hoarsely as he took you in. And in a split second you heard the unsheathing of his blade, a smooth slash and your gown had dropped down to the floor, pooling at your feet as his breath hitched. His gaze was scanning over your bare body, taking in every single inch. And as your hands had come up to cover parts of yourself in sheer coyness, his big hands did as well, grabbing hold of your wrists to remove any obstacle from his sight.
Your arms gripped in his powerful, smooth hands, he gently guided them along your body. "You're absolutely perfect...gods..." He mumbled as you both looked at your joined figures in the mirror, and for the first time since you met, you saw Feyd-Rautha at a sincere loss for words. It was a strange feeling for him as well, so to make use of his mouth that hung agape with nothing to say, his lips found themselves on your neck. He kissed down the length of it, softly sucking at the sensitive skin as his hands traveled up your to cup your breasts. With a sharp breath, you rested your head back against his chest to give him a better angle, and you felt him smirk against your skin.
In a split second, he had turned you around, capturing your lips in his, in what you could only describe as the hungriest kiss you'd ever felt. The second kiss you had ever shared with him, and even more viciously perfect than the first. Your lips were battling for dominance, a battle of hot breath and sinful moans, your hands not resting for a split second as you explored each others bodies greedily. But it wasn't fair. You were fully naked as he remained dressed in his wedding attire, unheard of! When you pulled away, eyeing his clothed body with distate, he huffed out a dark chuckle. "Patience, my darling wife...." He rasped and you felt the heat explode in your tummy. How could you be patient with him towering before you!
He simply nudged you forward as he crashed his lips onto yours again, guiding you towards his bed. And when you fell backwards, landing on the soft comfort of your husband's place of rest with a soft oomph, he didn't miss a second to climb on top of you. Nudging your knees apart to make space for his frame in between the place he'd soon call home, that being your spread legs, his lips found your neck again. As the kisses trailed lower and lower, from your neck, to the peak of your breasts, down to your stomach, you instinctively grasped his wide shoulders to steady yourself. It was thrilling to you, how a few simple touches from your Baron could nearly send you over the edge.
"Relax for me, wife. I'm going to show you, just what exactly I dream of every night..." He rasped and when his lips found their way down to your dripping core without a warning, a devastating moan ripped through you. It was the first time you had been touched this way, and your unintended reaction was encouragement and confirmation enough for him to keep going. You tried to keep your eyes open to look at the witchcraft he had to be performing to make you feel like this, but you simply couldn't keep them open. Your mouth hung open in mutters of oh's and ah's, whining out his name when he hit that one sweet spot.
He swore he'd touched the highest peak of heaven. Your sounds, your taste, that alone was enough for him to pledge his eternal love and allegiance to you. "Look at me." He ordered , but you failed to process the words as your world was shaking and twisting in pure delight. "Look. At. Me." He rasped out now, almost painfully gripping the flesh of your thighs in silent warning. This snapped your attention back to him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open to look at him like he requested. And there he was, looking up at you as he lapped at what he now considered his and the sight sent you over the edge. Your handsome, powerful husband looking up at you from between his scandalous spot between your legs. What a hellish thought indeed, one that made you twitch and shake as you felt the peak of all pleasures wash over you.
He held you down with no effort, keeping his mouth steady on your core as your orgasm sent you shaking, crying out for him, grabbing desperately at the sheets beneath you. He didn't stop as he felt you crashing down from the wave though, he kept kissing and lapping as he felt your body still. He wouldn't have it end just yet, the man was enjoying this too much. Had been waiting for far too long just to play by your rules. But that was over now. "Feyd..." You whined out, feeling like you needed a second to catch your breath and and sanity after the spiritual experience you just had, still twitching and sensitive.
"Uh uh, no." He simply stated between flicks of his tongue. "You got another one in you, my Baroness." He rasped and you felt the heat bubbling up inside of you once again, your legs twitching as you tried to bring some distance between your body and your husband's relentless lips.
But he held you in place firmly, even after you had whined out undecipherable pleads for him to give you a short break. He was stubborn. And just like he wished, he felt your second orgasm crashing down on him like hell, your arousal coating every inch of his lips. Your moans filled the entirety of his huge room, sounding like a mix of unmeasurable pleasure and raging pleas for mercy. It drove him wild, and he was rock hard as he watched your face contort in pleasure. "That's it beautiful, beautiful wife...look at what you get for obeying me, hm?"
You felt drunk with pleasure, barely being able to nod as he brushed a damp strand of hair from your sweat bathed forehead. All you could think about was making him feel the way you just felt, giving your husband back the pleasure he'd made you feel.b"Do I...return the favor now?" You managed to mumble out innocently, breathlessly, earning you a humored laugh from your husband who shook his head and looked down at you affectionately. He brought his lips to yours again, making you taste the result of his hard work. "Baroness, you're returning the favour by looking at me like that. Just keep looking at me like that and let me do my part, my perfect, perfect wife." He rasped, sending chills down your spine, his voice barely above a whisper.
And as per instinct, your legs widened even more to accommodate his large body, but he pulled away. And it took you all your remaining dignity not to whine out in displeasure and try to grab at your husband to get him back on top of you. But he didn't dare keep you guessing for too long, merely having pulled away to slip off his own clothes. And boy, did he tease you. He felt and reveled in your hot stare on him, and you swore he took his sweet time, enjoying your hungry eyes that clung to all of his movements like sticky toffee. The knowledge that you needed him as badly as he needed you was something new to him, something so incredibly fucking hot. This pure fire, he wasn't used to it from his mindless hookups, his harpies which he'd long sent away since your arrival.
He hadn't abstained from sex for longer than a day before you came, always having at least two women at his disposal at all times. But as said, the day you came, he had gotten rid of his playthings and switched them out for his fist and nasty, nasty thoughts of you instead. The poor man had never felt so tense, so sensitive. Just the look of your naked body beneath his was a risk of a premature...happy accident. But he wasn't careful, or afraid to let himself go. You were his wife and he'd never felt this...eager to touch a woman. Not to have her touch him, but to do all the work himself, to enjoy her enjoyment. He wanted to please you more than anything, like extending an offering to a holy deity for a glimmer of her affection.
And when he stood before you, naked as you were, finally, you almost let out another whine at the sheer sight of him. His body so perfectly sculpted, his chest heaving, eyes black with pure lust and...dear god. You felt your cheeks flush at his prominently erect member, felt a sinful heat puddle up between your legs. Quickly, you looked away to meet his eyes in soft terror at the size of him. He noticed this, and with a smile, not a malicious but a knowing one, stood before you to gently take hold of your chin. "There is no room for shyness anymore, my love. I am your husband, there is nothing I do not want you to see, nothing I don't want you to do to me. Give in to me."
The confession shot straight to your heart, then to your aching core. You were on fire and though you were about to utter words of a strange nature to you, heartfelt they were regardless. "I...there is nothing I do not want you to see or...even do to me either, my dear Baron. Nothing, you have free reign. I am yours. You are mine." The hum that went through him at your words was guttoral. His eyes closed instinctively, as he leaned over you once again, nesting himself between your legs. "Long shall we live." He groaned. "And long shall we reign." You finished the vow and you felt as though something around you two had clicked.
Like the universe was content with the two of you finally united. Like the centuries of political planning and scheming of the Bene Gesserit had finally paid off at last. Not knowing where your newly found confidence came from, you spoke again. "Do it, Feyd. Show me what you dream of every night. Show me what it means to be your wif- god, Feyd!" Without any warning, he had lined himself up and pushed into you, as you back arched up underneath him, your body recoiling in pure shock. Your fingers went clawing at his back and he let out a groan as he saw your eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Feyd...please..." It was a pathetic whine, a shock of a reaction at the way he stretched you out almost painfully, but it filled him with unexplainable hunger.
"I know, I know, my love. I'll start gentle, your sweet little body isn't used to this yet, hm? Lay back, be good for me." Your eyes went wide in shock when you looked down to where your two bodies had joined, realising he was barely even half way in. Your hubby was definitely...favoured by mother nature in that regard. Though your fear was evident, you were starting get greedy, remembering how long you've had to resist this. And feeling how your legs now tightened around him, almost pulling him closer, he now slowly sheathed himself into you fully. The realisation of what was finally going down, the feeling of you two consummating your marriage at last...your moans were sinful, echoed by his own groans of ecstasy.
"Fuck...those old witches were right..." He groaned, referring to the Bene Gesserit. "...you are fucking made for me. Every inch of you, my perfect little warrior. My wife." It's like he couldn't stop calling you his wife, the sound of it just too perfect to him. And you were completely zoned out, barely able to stay on the physical plane of consciousness as he thrusted himself into you, first torturingly slow, then slowly picking up the pace as he felt you relax. Even though he was deep inside of you, the two of you as close as two humans could possibly get, you felt as though he wasn't close enough. You needed him biblically.
He was on top of you, eyes locked onto yours as one hand rubbed slow circles on your clit, while the fingers of his other hand lied tightly interlaced with yours. Who knew the feared Baron Feyd-Rautha was such a romantic lover? He hadn't known himself, had never even considered the concept of making love instead of just fucking. But with you, he was eager to be disgustingly sweet. Guess what though? You were having none of it. You were far too infatuated with the devilish side he'd shown you so many times, far too touch starved for his careful lovemaking. It was a sweet sentiment, but you needed to show him that you weren't fragile, that you wanted needed more.
The furrow of his brow was deep when you placed your hand on his chest to push him away mid thrust. His lips parted, ready to voice his concern at your sudden halt, but you stilled any and all of his thoughts as you shifted to straddle him and slide yourself down the thick length of him in s swift, determined move. The heavenly feeling of the new angle and the surprise you'd caught him by sent his head jerking forward into the nape of your neck as he bit down, not necessarily gently. You yelped in pain, but kept up your steady rhythm. You were in control, you could go as hardly, as quickly as you liked and the man beneath you saw fucking stars at how his wife fucked herself on top of him.
His hands gripped at your hips, your ass, your breasts, anything he could grasp pretty much as you felt him twitch inside of you. "Oh, husband. You're not already close, are you?" You teased and his vision went white. He was now bucking his hips from beneath you, fucking up into you without mercy to get even more friction. This completely unexpected reaction took your body by such surprise, that in a split second your walls were clenching around him as your head flew back with explosive pleasure. "Heavens, Feyd!" He wrapped your hair in his fist as he continued fucking into you. You lost count of how many orgasmic waves of ecstasy shot through your poor body, yet your husband didn't halt. With an animalistic grunt, and a few sloppy last thrusts you felt his hot cum spill inside of you of you.
But you remained seated on top of him, shaking, swearing you could pass out from how hungrily you were gasping for air. And the rhythm of his ragged breathing matched yours as he stared at you like you were the only women who'd ever existed in any moment of history ever. His mouth moved quicker than his thoughts did, his eyes glassy as if in a trance when he spoke. "I'm so fucking in love with you. What the hell have you done to me, woman?" And if you hadn't finished more times than you could count tonight, you would've finished simply from the look on his handsome face, from the words he'd just muttered to you like he had accidentally thought them out loud.
"And I am so in love with you, Feyd-Rautha. I don't care what you have done to me, but just keep doing it. Forever. Always." You replied earnestly, a sleepy, fucked-out smile spread on your flushed face. And he swore he heard his angels sing. He captured your lips in his, gentler than he had ever before and kissed you so sweetly, you feared you'd break out into a giddy giggle like a teenager after her first kiss. He didn't dare pull out of you yet, but he leaned back against the headboard and pulled you back with him. Placing his big hand over yours, he admired the sight of your matching wedding rings.
"Forever, always." He promised in agreement. And that night, you went to sleep as the happiest couple in all of the galaxies ever counted. He couldn't wait to wake up and fuck you awake over and over again, making all the servants hear you scream his name before the sun had even risen. But for tonight, he melted into you happily, like the sleepy mess he was.
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Timothée Chalamet & Austin Butler-Dune: Part 2 press
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pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)
synopsis: requested by this ask!
⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.
notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo
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“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.
The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.
Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.
“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”
“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”
“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”
Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.
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Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.
Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.
This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.
The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"
"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.
"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"
Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"
"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.
Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.
"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.
"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.
"I had to!"
"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.
"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.
Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."
"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.
"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.
The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."
"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.
"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.
Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.
Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.
Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.
Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"
You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.
"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.
Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"
"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.
Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"
"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.
"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.
"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.
"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.
And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"
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There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.
The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"
It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"
"I'm doing good!"
"Going great!"
The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.
Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.
"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.
"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.
The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"
"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.
"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.
Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."
As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.
"I am pretty good at flirting,"
"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.
"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.
"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"
It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.
"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.
"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"
"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"
"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.
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Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.
Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.
Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.
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— you should actually be thanking me. i did you a favor. — for giving me the same name as you?
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Feyd-Rautha x Reader sneak peek
I'm not totally cruel, so until I post the fic, here is a little teaser for you all to read xx
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Y/n walked around admiring the dancing with a smile. Colliding into a body, Y/n gasped as two hands gripped her arms, stopping her from falling. “I must apologise. I’m very sorry” “ she babbled, looking up into a pair of blue eyes that took her breath away. The man chuckled lightly, his eyes shining with amusement “No need, my lady, it was my fault. I was blinded, you see,” his raspy voice spoke Y/n stared at him. “Blinded?” she questioned; the man nodded. “Yes, blinded by the most enchanting woman I laid my eyes upon. You see, she was so entranced by the dancing she didn’t notice someone was admiring her.” He admitted a blush appeared on her cheeks as she bowed her head in embarrassment. “You flatter me, Lord…” She paused, not knowing the name of the man in front of her; the man smiled, bowing his head “Feyd-Rautha” “ grasping her hand and kissing her knuckles delicately, a sharp gasp leaving Y/n’s parted lips. 
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under our glorious black sun
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Thirty guys. Just— I should've been up there with you.
MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part One
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