“His Little Wife”

Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Reader divider credits: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Summary: You are Paul's twin sister and are sent to marry Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Warnings: p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, slight breeding kink, slightdom!feyd, sub!reader, feyd does show a soft side. 18+ MDNI! Reader has she/her pronouns Word Count: 1,8k Disclaimer: I don't own any works related to Dune characters, and I do not claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated.

Y/n Atreides. Described as the most beautiful and desirable among all the houses, when Lady Jessica gave birth to twins, the Bene Gesserits were disgruntled about the birth of Paul, but hearing the news of Y/n, the next part of their plan was to wed Y/n to a Harkonnen. The plan was simple: secure an heir to bring forth the One while hoping to fix the feud between the Houses Atreides and Harkonnen. Y/n Atreides would marry the younger nephew and Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. Y/n remembered the shiver that ran through her spine hearing the news. When Y/n landed in Geidi Prime, her timid body refused to move as she felt her father’s hand on her back. His gentle smile urged her to walk down as she breathed. Her head suddenly became dizzy as she walked towards the Harkonnen fortress. Her father, Duke Leto, too, was nervous; he didn’t want to make his daughter marry a man she didn’t know. Lest it be a Harkonnen, he would have married her to Duncan Idaho, if he could have it his way. Granted, he wasn’t noble, but he would have been a suitable match for his daughter. He trusted Duncan with his life. And with his children’s lives, too. 

Leto bowed his head lightly to Baron Harkonnen, who hummed in response as he leant back, smoking his pipe. His nephews Feyd and Glossu stood on either side of their uncle. Glossu appeared disinterested, but his dark eyes would wander over to Y/n’s frame, making the young woman shudder under his gaze. Feyd smirked, admiring the young Atreides with amusement. Leto and Baron Harkonnen went to the meeting chambers to discuss matters, and Glossu followed behind with the Harkonnen and Atreides mentants. They were leaving Feyd and Y/n alone in the room. Feyd slowly wandered over his pace, calculating and slow. Y/n’s eyes focused on Feyd, and his fingers delicately glided up her arm over her collarbone.

Humming lightly, he moved closer. Y/n stood silent as she studied him carefully, not letting her guard down. He chuckled, his knuckles brushing her cheek. Y/n flinched under his touch, and she stepped back. He narrowed his eyes in thought, noticing her breath hitch in her throat. Feyd could sense the fear in the air circling the young Atreides, his head lowered to her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Y/n gasped sharply, turning her body to face Feyd, never leaving herself vulnerable to his gaze. A small laugh escaped his lips. “You tremble. Are you afraid of me, little Atreides? Perhaps…” he trailed off, lowering his voice and whispering in her ear. “You Desire me?” he purred Y/n’s eyes avoided eye contact, hearing her father’s voice echo “, Y/n! Come child”, he urged her as Y/n picked up her dress skirt running to her father, looking back she saw Feyd smirk his blue eyes watching her every move.

Y/n Atreides and Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s wedding ceremony was the most talked about event on Geidi Prime. It had been so long since something as exciting as a wedding took place in Harkonnen’s homeworld. But the people of Geidi Prime did not look happy; if anything, they looked upon Y/n with pity and sadness. They knew of their Na-Baron’s wrath, his taste for blood, and his pleasure in killing. They all feared for the young Atreides girl and how long she would live as Na-Baroness. 

Suppose Y/n remembered anything from what she had learnt about the Harkonnen family. Always keep your guard and never go against them. Especially Feyd-Rautha. Reminded each day by her ladies and those she was given on Geidi Prime, they aided her with knowing how to keep Feyd-Rautha’s temperament within handling limits. “The Na-Baron is very short tempered, Lady Atreides; he does not like to be questioned, disobeyed and most certainly not spoken back to. Na-Baron Feyd is ruthless in not just killing, but in his games, he will toy with you and make you wish you were dead. Lady Atreides, you must always be careful around him. Whatever he wants, you do it. Whatever he says, you do it. Do you understand?” The ladies asked her as Y/n nodded, slowly swallowing a lump in her throat as she shuddered a breath, her heart pounding. As she looked in the mirror, a delicate veil draped over her face, the ladies smiled. “Lady Atreides, you look beautiful. Na-Baron will be most pleased”, they whispered as they all curtsied in unison Y/n held back tears, turning away from the mirror and leaving her chambers.

Na-Baron Feyd’s eyes never left his wife, who didn’t utter a word during the wedding feast. Sitting silently at the table, she sipped her wine; the loud music and laughter echoed in the grand hall. Feyd sighed, looking ahead, smirking; his hand reached under the table and slid up his wife’s leg, a gasp leaving her parted lips. She looked over at Feyd, who stared at her; she felt her body heat under his gaze; his hand gripped her dress, and her breathing grew heavy. Feyd leaned over gently. “I’ve held back long enough, little wife”, Feyd growled Y/n felt her body tense at his words; she blinked back her tears, standing with Feyd; his hand gripped hers tightly, leading them out of the hall. Cheers and uncontrolled laughter deafened Y/n’s ears as Feyd grinned and scooped Y/n over his shoulder; the young woman kicked her legs angrily. Feyd’s laughter angered her as she hit his back. “Put me down now!” She ordered him; hearing no response, Feyd kicked the doors to his chambers open, closing them behind him before throwing Y/n on the bed. 

“Little wife, why do you resist me?” His voice sent chills through her body as he lowered himself between her legs. His hand gripping his knife, Y/n’s eyes widened, her heart racing. The cold blade rested against her skin before cutting her dress to shreds. Raising the knife to his mouth, his tongue slid out and flattened as the blade rested gently on top. Y/n watched him, her chest rising and falling, her doe eyes fluttering; Feyd removed the knife and grinned, his black teeth shining under the pale moonlight. Laying his knife on the bed, he gripped his wife’s thighs, pulling her closer. Trying to wriggle out of Feyd’s grasp, his blue eyes gave her a warning glare. “Please…I’ll do my duty as your wife. But I ask you to be gentle with me,” Y/n whispered; her husband looked up, humming lightly, pushing her dress up to her hips. Picking his knife up once again and twirling it, he smiled, ripping her undergarment. Sliding up her body like a serpent, he licked up her neck, caging her underneath him. “I’ll do what I like, little wife; you might just find it pleasurable yourself”, his voice purred, his mouth latched on her pulse on her neck, biting down gradually. Y/n whimpered underneath her body, moving, trying to escape his hold. Feyd pressed himself down harder, his hand sliding up her body under her dress, feeling her soft skin on his rough palm. “Your body responds to my touch. You like it?” Feyd’s lips ghosted over her jaw. The corner of his eyes met hers as he smiled. Pulling away, his finger glided along her bottom lip as she trembled. “Don’t fight me”, he whispered, kissing her roughly. A moan escaped Y/n’s mouth; fighting the urge to kiss him back, her body began to falter. Her lips moved against his, falling under his spell, her desire aflame she couldn’t fight him anymore. Feyd pulled away slowly; he observed his wife, whose eyes were still closed from the kiss.

Y/n’s lips tingled from the sensation; her eyes fluttered open, finding Feyd staring at her. Y/n pulled him in for another kiss. Feyd growled into the kiss, his tongue dancing with Y/n’s fighting for dominance. Feyd pulled away, sliding down her body, situating himself between her legs, biting and kissing her inner thighs, breathing heavily. Y/n’s moans echoed through the chambers as Feyd licked his lips; diving between her legs, Y/n cried, her back arched. Gripping the bedspread tightly in her hands, Y/n writhed under his hold, moaning his name, “Feyd!” Desperation filled her voice, feeling Feyd’s tongue increase pace, his movements growing harder and faster. One of Y/n’s hands left the bedspread and gripped Feyd’s head, rolling her hips. “Oh, Feyd!” She gasped, feeling her body tense as Feyd pulled away with a grin, kissing her stomach; he ripped the remaining parts of her dress. Removing his clothes, Feyd flipped Y/n on her stomach Feyd pulled her body back to his. 

Entering her in one thrust, his hips snapping onto hers, Feyd let out a feral sound, overwhelmed with pleasure. Y/n’s body shook, her head falling forward. Feyd was large and unprepared; her mother didn’t tell her much about the marital acts that happened between a man and wife. She had never laid with a man, and her husband was no ordinary man. Y/n was innocent, and Feyd-Rautha had her all to himself. A grin formed on his lips as he leaned down. “Don’t worry, little wife, you will feel good soon enough” he rolled his hips, his cock hitting her cervix harshly, making her cry out. His thrusts were rough and violent; just like him, he didn’t want to be gentle. It’s not in his nature; he is a warrior born ruthless and terrifying. Hearing his little wife’s cries made his mind hazy with lust, his hands grabbing her waist and pounding into her harder. Feyd snarled, feeling her walls suck him in, his eyes rolling in his head, his hips faltering slightly. 

Feyd pulled out of Y/n, rolling her onto her back and entering her again. His eyes stared at Y/n’s face, twisted in pleasure. His body rutted into hers fucking her hard. “There you go, little wife. You are enjoying yourself,” Feyd smirked; his hand gripped her leg and brought it around his waist. His other hand left a bruising grip on her hip. “I’m going to fuck a child into you, my little Atreides. Hmm, my sweet little Y/n,” he cooed, kissing her roughly and swallowing her moans and whimpers. Y/n arched her body, whining under Feyd as she felt her walls clench around his cock. Her body tensed as she felt her heart pound in her eyes. Feyd’s voice rang through her ears as she moaned sharply, feeling her release reach its peak. Feyd grunted, his hips stuttering as he, too, reached his peak, moaning loudly and coating her walls. Y/n whimpered, gazing into her husband’s eyes. 

“Rest while you can, little one. I’m not done with you” He smirked.

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COLLECTION OF FEYD-RAUTHA FICS

This blog is about collecting Feyd-Rautha fics. The posts are only reblogs. They are tagged by categories (see tag guide) and, as of now they also get tags like oneshot, headcanon, series, masterlist and the name of the writer’s blog.

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Today was a really shitty day for me. My mind messed up with me a lot.

For: @moonsnightowl and @missjadesfics (thank you for blessing me with the Duncan Idaho fic 😘)

Imagine you had a really rough day until deep in the evening. You're exhausted as fuck, tired from the whole day. Everyone wants anything from you. Your going finally into your bedroom and your lovely broad man is lying naked under the sheets waiting for you. You sighs. "Long day, love? Come here!" You get undressed ASAP and snuggles him under the sheets. His warm embrace welcomes you. He slowly rubs your naked back and leaves kisses on your forehead and face. "I love you, you know that right?" You nuzzle in this little soft spot between his shoulder and his neck. Your nose inhales his musky soaped scent. "I love you too!" His body heat warms you up, makes you feel comfortable and home.

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

tagged by — @missjadesfics , @austinstyles & @lady-phasma (on main)

Are you named after anyone? — Apparently after one of the girls from my dad's university class who was "the most beautiful woman he has ever seen" lol While working on my family tree I have also discovered that my name was often used in my greatgrandmother's family as well!

When was the last time you cried? — A few weeks ago I think.

Do you have kids? — No.

What sports do you play / have played? — None but I liked volleyball and football in PE class.

Do you use sarcasm? — Most of the time.

What is the first thing I notice about a person? How they present themselves to the outside world. I don't mean it in a way "oh they're obviously poor" because it's not about money but the way people dress and do their hair says a lot about their personality. It's about noticing the little things. And I'm usually right about them anyway. It's not only about the looks but also the way they address other people and the faces they make. I observe and I notice.

What’s your eye color? — We call them "beer" colour here. They're light brown and one is sightly green, too.

Scary movies or happy endings? — I love happy endings but I also love horror movies. And in horror movies I prefer creepy endings, actually.

Any talents? — Writing, mostly. A few others as well but not as important.

Where were you born? — In a Polish city in the mountains.

What are my hobbies? — Cinema literature, music, history, cultural anthropology, psychology, philosophy, vampires.

How tall are you? — 1m69cm.

Favorite subject in school? — Polish & English class + History. I also liked Cultural Studies class and Social Studies class. I graduated nearly ten years ago so I barely remember tbh

Dream job? — I don't dream of labor 💅🏻

tagging —

@armoredbutterfly93 @violaobanion @violetwanderer @harrycrozby @yelena-bellova

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Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen fic recs

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Misc. Masterlist

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don't look away * by @lady-phasma

diplomatic relations * by ^

delicate feelings * by @missjadesfics

psychotic * by @little-diable

flowers by @jointherebellion215

nothing compares to you + by @valeskafics

runaway bride * by ^

NSFW Alphabet * by ^

heat * by ^

cherish * by ^

combat * by ^

from the first moment * by ^

to the winner go the spoils * by ^

the peoples princess * by @dunebrat

mine (!) by @feirceangel

protector (!) by @luminnara

traditions ! by ^

one of your girls by @cosmictheo

so it goes... by @allthingsimagines

bittersweet * by @eraenaa

"His Sweet Kiss"

Feyd-Rautha x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: Y/n witnesses the attack on Arrakis, hoping to escape and find Paul. She is captured by the Harkonnen soldiers. And the future Na-Baron takes an interest in her. Warnings: 18+ smut, porn with plot, forced marriage, dune book references, dune: house Harkonnen references, Feyd is emotionally closed off, marking, semi-public sex, blood, ink pie, use of a witcher song, he does end up showing a soft side Word Count: 4k Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Y/n awoke hearing sounds of explosives rising from her slumber, so she padded her feet towards the balcony. Colours of red, yellow and orange lit up the sky Y/n gasped, running towards her door, opening it and darting down the hall to find Paul, Duncan or Gurney. In her panic, Y/n got lost quickly, trying to find an escape route; seeing Harkonnen soldiers ahead, she hid behind a wall. Edging her head out slightly, Y/n took a breath; closing her eyes, she readied her small knife. Remembering what Duncan had taught her about being swift and quiet. Seeing the soldiers dispersing, Y/n stepped carefully behind, jumping on their backs and slitting their throats, hiding before the others noticed her. When the coast was clear for her to run, she pushed her legs as fast as she could; breathing heavily, she tried to make her way to the ornithopters. It would be there with his mother, Duncan, and Gurney if Paul were anywhere. Y/n crawled out of sight, seeing Duncan climb into an ornithopter as it took off. “Duncan!” she screamed, but to no avail. A large laser beam shot through the walls Y/n fell to the ground as she covered her head from falling debris. Y/n felt her body lift from the ground as she was dragged away.

 “Let me go! No!” She cried, thrashing her body, trying to escape the hold of the Sardukarr soldiers. Throwing her onto the ground of a ship bound and gagged, Y/n moaned in pain as the Harkonnens spoke in their language. Y/n learned some of their languages during her studies so that she could understand them. “Which one do you think will enjoy her the most?” They laughed, looking over at Y/n, who whimpered lightly, “Feyd-Rautha, we know how much he loves to break things. He might even let us have a go before him. As a reward for bringing her back,” Y/n felt her eyes well up, fidgeting to release herself from her bonds, feeling the heavy thump of the ship landing. The soldier grabbed Y/n and pulled her to her feet, shoving her outside. Y/n squinted, feeling the bright light rays hit her eyes. Y/n’s vision was taken away from her as a blindfold was put over her eyes, relying on the soldiers to guide her. 

Y/n stumbled forward from the force of a hand pushing on her back. Falling to her knees, Y/n winced in pain, the cold flooring making her shiver. “What do we have here?” A rough voice rasped, echoing in the room Y/n’s head looked ahead even though she couldn’t see. “Found her trying to escape on Arrakis.” A chorus of laughter rumbled. Y/n felt fingers on her cheek, and the pads of the fingertips were stroking her skin. Y/n flinched at the touch, her breathing uneven with nerves. “And what do you expect me to give you for bringing her to me?” the raspy voice enquired with a slight chuckle; at the end, the soldiers cleared their throats. “A little fun; it’s not often we have someone like her” Y/n felt the person move behind her, a knife unsheathing. “Some fun hmm?” Y/n swallowed thickly, trying to remove her hand bonds. She stopped when she heard a struggling gasp and choking, the heavy thud of a body landing behind her. “I don’t think so”, the man responds, picking Y/n up his arm securely around her waist. “Come with me, little pet”, he murmured in her ear Y/n followed her feet, giving way, two arms wrapped around her, holding her up. Y/n felt herself grow lightheaded as she struggled to walk. She took a breath before collapsing to the marble floor, fading into unconsciousness.

Y/n moaned lightly; her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to her surroundings; her blindfold was removed, and she noticed she was lying on a bed. Sitting up slowly, Y/n held her head, feeling a splitting headache. Whimpering, she looked down and saw a white dress on her body. Narrowing her eyes, she swept her legs over the bed. Hearing the room doors open, two ladies walked inside, bowing their heads timidly. Y/n took in their appearance: shaved heads, sunken eyes and frail frames. Y/n felt sorry for them. She could see them shaking, and she didn’t know if they were cold or afraid. “You are awake; we have been assigned to be your servants. And to finish preparing you for your wedding, Na-Baroness” Y/n’s eyes widened at the title. Standing up, the two women looked at her “Na-Baroness?” Y/n’s voice stated with a raised brow, her voice laced with anger. The women nodded their heads fearfully. “And who told you this?” Y/n questioned; the women looked at one another. “The Na-Baron. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen” Y/n clenched her jaw, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She did look beautiful; it’s too bad she was being forced into a marriage she didn’t want. Y/n nodded at the ladies, letting them fix her hair and makeup with what they had available. “And who is this Feyd-Rautha?” Y/n asked; the ladies stared at one another in disbelief. “You do not know of Feyd-Rautha?” They questioned her, sitting on either side of her, their eyes wide with curiosity. Y/n shook her head. “No, I don’t; what am I to expect of the Na-Baron?” The ladies continued to look at one another, their silence deafening. Y/n gazed at them in the mirror. Now, she was afraid.

Y/n walked down the small aisle, her eyes cast down, refusing to look up. Reaching the steps, she saw a hand reach out for her to grab. Her palm slid into the open hand, her heart racing; looking ahead, Y/n saw her servants on her left nodding at her as if to reassure her. Y/n didn’t feel it, but she gave them a small smile; she knew they were only trying to help her. Maybe she could learn to trust her ladies. The Harkonnen Mentat began the wedding ceremony. Y/n listened, her eyes glazed over, tears welling when the Mentat nodded his head for Y/n and her husband to face one another. 

Y/n shuddered a breath, turning to face her husband. Her eyes looked down, unable to bring herself to look up. Her husband hummed and laughed softly, his fingers gripping her chin and forcing her to look up. Y/n locked in a gaze with a pair of intense blue eyes. “Those are some pretty eyes you have, my little wife”, he smirked Y/n didn’t speak as the mentat spoke, “You may kiss your bride Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha.” Two hands cupped her face as Feyd kissed her, tears spilling from her eyes. Her first kiss. She mourned her first kiss was stolen from her, just like her life was stolen. She forever would mourn the carefree girl she once was growing up with, Paul Atreides on Caladan dancing in the gardens and playing pranks on Duncan and Gurney, exploring the treasures and secrets of Caladan and Arrakis together. Y/n mourned the loss of her family, her found family. Duke Leto. Lady Jessica. Duncan. Gurney. Paul. If any of them survived, she hoped they were alive and well and whoever fell from the unexpected attack. 

Feeling Feyd pull away from the kiss, Y/n’s eyes opened. Watching him, he grinned, his hands finding themselves in her hair. Y/n slapped his hands away. Feyd laughed and snarled lightly. His bottom jaw clicked as he picked her up and threw Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n kicked her feet and hit Feyd’s back in a fury. “No! No! No!” She screamed. Feyd carried her through the halls, laughing at her reaction. Feyd entered his chambers, pulling Y/n off his shoulder. She thrashed in his hold; Feyd didn’t flinch, the cocky smile on his face fueling Y/n’s anger. Feyd caged Y/n underneath his body on the large bed. “Don’t fight me too much Na-Baroness. I can make this pleasurable for you too, not just me,” he breathed, his voice husky as his lips brushed hers, his body pressing into her. Y/n could feel his hard cock through his pants Y/n’s stared into Feyd’s eyes. “Please don’t”, She whispered. Feyd tilted his head to the side. His eyes gazed down at his hand gripping her dress. Humming to himself, he sat back and ripped her dress off her body, his fingers dancing over her bare skin. Y/n watched Feyd with caution. Her husband groaned, his hands making quick work of removing the remains of her dress and throwing the material away. “I do hope you are thankful I didn’t let my men have their way with you. Such beauty shouldn’t be wasted on such pathetic men like them,” Feyd licked his lips, removing his formal clothes, revealing his toned pale body, and Y/n’s eyes never wavering from his torso. Feyd noticed a smirk appearing on his lips. He knelt on the bed, flipping Y/n on her stomach. A sharp gasp left her lips; feeling Feyd’s lips on her shoulder, he let out a low growl. His hand twisted around her undergarments, ripping the material and throwing it away. Feyd lined himself with her entrance, breathing in her ear. “You are mine now”, He spoke darkly as Y/n let out a scream at the rough intrusion of Feyd’s cock pushing inside her. This was her life now; she couldn’t escape. She couldn’t leave. She was now Na-Baroness Harkonnen.

Over time, Feyd-Rautha was anything but a gentle husband. Fucking her whenever he felt no emotion for his wife or care for how she felt. She couldn’t go too far without Feyd being beside her; that would be her only thankful thing for Feyd. No man dared to touch or even glimpse at her when he was with her. Lest they want to take their last breath of fear before dying. Feyd was fiercely protective, no possessive of Y/n. She hated it, hated how much she was just a body to him—someone for him to take out his frustrations and fueled lust. One day, Y/n grew bored of watching Feyd train in the combat room as she rolled her head to the side, looking at the architecture. She was growing tired of watching him fight and train. Feyd’s eyes wandered over to his wife, seeing she wasn’t watching him. He curled his lip in anger and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. “Leave us!” He shouted to everyone in the room; he turned his attention to Y/n and motioned his finger for her to come to him. Y/n stood up slowly and picked up the skirts of her dress, approaching him slowly. Feyd laid his blades down on the table, his fists clenching tightly. Y/n saw his back muscles tense; she knew he was angry, and she grew quite accustomed to his mood swings. He could not express many moods, but Y/n was learning how to navigate her way through them. But whenever she was close, it was as if Feyd knew, and he changed his tactics; it was one of his favourite games to play with her.

Feyd slowly turned around, facing his wife, circling her like a predator, nose nudging her hair, breathing in her scent. Moaning lowly, his hand draped across her stomach, moving around her body as she tensed. “Little Na-Baroness, you’re shaking”, Feyd teased, knowing fully why she was. Y/n swallowed. “Did I do something to upset you, Na-Baron?” she questioned softly. Feyd stopped, face angled, looking down at her; he turned her to face him. “Perhaps, do you think you did?” he counter asked with a light snarl Y/n stared into his eyes, always shining blue, now dark pools. “I apologise, Na-Baron; I have grown bored watching you fight. If I was allowed to do something else within my day-” she began. Feyd cupped her face, his lips ghosting hers. “I bore you”, he growled, his body shaking Y/n put her hand on his chest “Na-Baron”, she whimpered; he grabbed her waist, swept the weapons off the table and put her on the table. “It is I who should apologise, my Na-Baroness. Don’t worry,” he laughed with a sinister smile.

 “You will not be bored any longer” he kissed her roughly, his hand spreading her legs Y/n gasped loudly as Feyd grunted, entering her in one thrust. Feyd gripped one of his favourite blades from his suit, twirling it; he grinned as the tip pressed into her chest. Feyd cut her skin, moving the knife down her body, his tongue lapping the blood eagerly. Y/n moaned in pain as Feyd nipped her skin with his knife and teeth, marking her body. “Feyd. I’m sorry,” Y/n cried. Feyd laughed, his lips stained red with her blood as he laid the knife down. Humming lowly, he nodded, a smirk painted on his mouth. “Sweet wife, I don’t think you are” he kissed her, the metallic taste of blood invading Y/n’s mouth; his tongue pushed through her open lips. Feyd’s thrusts grew hard as the table hit the wall; the loud sound of wood hitting the marble echoed through the room. A guard entered the room; as he cleared his throat, Feyd turned his head, his black teeth bared. “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” He shouted, and the guard stammered that the Baron requested Feyd’s presence. Feyd punched the wall beside Y/n’s head; he let out a guttural roar as he locked eyes with Y/n. Hers wide with fear, “Get my wife’s servants and let them take her to our chambers.” He fixed himself, and Y/n’s ladies came in a hurry as Feyd pushed past them. “Have her ready for me when I return”, he ordered as they nodded. “Yes, Na-Baron.” 

Y/n shook in the bath, and even the hot water could not soothe her trembling body. Her ladies tried to keep her calm “Na-Baroness, please drink this tea; it will relax you” Y/n shook her head. “Nothing will soothe me, but thank you, my dears.” She smiled at them, and the ladies smiled with bows in their heads. “Would you like us to put soothing ointment on your cuts?” One of her ladies asked as Y/n nodded softly, feeling the ointment soothe her cuts from Feyd’s knife. “Why is the Na-Baron the way he is? Aside from the toxic upbringing from his uncle?” Y/n asked her ladies, both silent at first before speaking, “Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha had been believed to have killed his mother, Emmi Rabban. Na-Baron’s father, Abulurd, fled to Lankiveil, giving up his title, name, and ties to House Harkonnen. After his brother Count Glossu killed their father, the Na-Baron was said to have killed their mother in a violent rage.” Y/n listened to her ladies explain her husband’s and House Harkonnen’s life with as much information as they knew. Y/n began to understand why Feyd was the way he was around, not just her but everyone. 

Hearing the loud clash of the chamber doors opening, Y/n looked at her ladies. “You may leave, my dears; thank you” She smiled at them, and they both bowed their heads with gracious smiles, leaving Y/n in the bath and scurrying past Feyd. Y/n turned her body to face Feyd, hearing his footsteps entering the bathroom. Y/n smiled at him, her hand coming out of the water. “Husband, come join me”, she offered; he looked at her with surprise at her sudden change of emotion. Feyd stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the hot water Y/n moved to sit beside Feyd. He watched her, his blue eyes calculating each movement carefully; Y/n tentatively raised her fingers on Feyd’s chest, his eyes following. “What are you doing?” His velvety voice was cautious, but his eyes were full of amusement Y/n gazed upon her husband’s face. “Nothing”, she whispered, leaning up, her lips ghosting over his. Feyd’s eyes half closed, and his breathing grew heavy Y/n climbed onto Feyd’s lap, kissing him. Feyd groaned into the kiss, pulling her closer. “Please, Feyd, let me in. As your wife. Your Baroness. Please open up to me, and I’ll do the same for you.” She held his face softly, his eyes swimming with mixed emotions. “I would rather not spend our marriage afraid of you, Feyd.”

This was the first time anyone had shown even an ounce of emotion to Feyd. His uncle always said love clouds the mind and shows weakness, and a Harkonnen cannot be weak. Deprived of such affection all his life, the fearsome Feyd-Rautha blocked out everything around him. He solely focused on being the warrior and formidable force of nature his uncle wanted him to be. But now he began to question his thoughts. His wife showed a gentle and warm side he hadn’t seen from her. These are the two things he was not capable of. His hand reached for her chin; his finger glided along her bottom lip. “You have suddenly become brave; you aren’t shaking like you normally do”, he whispered Y/n smiled gently. “Maybe my husband is rubbing off on me”, she replied, causing Feyd to let out a breath, laugh, nodding in response. His lips quirked into a smirk, and his hand trailed down her neck, one finger gliding down her body between her breasts. Before gripping her waist and pulling her closer, his hands slid up her legs. His eyes never left hers, searching for any sign of reluctance from her. She gave him nothing; she blinked softly, her lips parted, a small breath escaping, and a grin formed on Feyd’s lips. He leant up his tongue and swiped her lips, both moaning at the contact.

“I know you are reserved with your emotions, Feyd, but I want you. Please.” He heard her soft voice beg him. Feyd kissed her passionately, his hands tangled in her hair Y/n smiled into the kiss, her hands on his chest, balancing herself. “If you desire such emotions from me, you have to earn them”, Feyd breathed between kisses, standing abruptly and laying Y/n on the marble edge. Wrapping one of her legs around his waist, his hard cock buried inside her, moaning loudly, Feyd began thrusting harshly Y/n’s back arched, trying to meet his brutal pace. “Feyd, please!” Y/n cried at the mix of pain and pleasure spreading through her body. She would admit Feyd wasn’t as brutal this time, but he still wasn’t as gentle as she hoped. She could see the wall breaking. She needed to work and coax him out of his sheltered mind. Her hands gripped his forearms, her fingernails leaving marks on his pale skin. “See, you are giving in to me; I can feel you let go. Don’t fight me” Feyd pressed his head to Y/n’s gently, his teeth bared, chasing his peak Y/n moaned, and her eyes fluttered closed. Feeling the fire build inside her, she could feel her orgasm approaching; a string of moans and gasps filled the bathroom. Feyd gripped the edging of the marble, and his knuckles tightened, keeping himself steady above Y/n. His hips jolted unevenly cumming inside her, his ink-black cum leaking from between her legs. Feyd ran his fingers along her cheek. “So pretty when you are full of me.”

Y/n sat on the balcony looking at the sky; the stars glittered, making her feel at peace. “I miss you”, She whispered to the stars; she didn’t know who she was speaking to. Anyone from House Atreides that was no longer with her. Laying her head in her hand, she gazed across the grand bridge, the lights from the gladiator arena illuminating the large open dome. Y/n remembered a song she read in a book; she always loved it. Laying down on the marble, the cool stone soothing her heated body. Taking a small breath, she tapped her fingers against her stomach:

The fairer sex, they often call it

But his love’s is unfair as a crook 

It steals all my reason

Commits every treason

Of logic, with naught but a look

A storm raging on the horizon

Of longing, and heartache and lust

He’s always bad news

It’s always lose, lose

So tell me love, tell me love

How is that just?

But the story is this

He’ll destroy with his sweet kiss, 

His sweet kiss

But the story is this, he’ll destroy with his sweet kiss

“You sing well, Na-Baroness.” Feyd’s raspy voice broke her singing; she looked back and saw him standing above her. Y/n slowly sat up, facing him. “It’s a song I read in a book once. I don’t remember who wrote it, but they were a famous ballad performer,” Feyd hummed, sipping his drink and leaning on the balcony. Y/n joined him, her hand drifting to his. She held it gently, and Feyd paused at the touch. “I know about your father and mother, Feyd. The rumour you killed your mother and how your brother killed your father. But I also know how your father wanted to rid himself and you of the ties from your uncle. I understand why you are the way you are. You’ve been raised to be this ruthless man, this force of violence to make people tremble in fear. You instilled that in me, and I didn’t know you. I had never heard of you, which is probably offensive to say to the Na-Baron.” Y/n paused as Feyd faced her, leaning on his arm and angling his body. His eyes slightly narrowed, listening to his wife. “And despite my best efforts, I have fallen in love with you, Feyd-Rautha—my Na-Baron. And I want you to know being vulnerable around me is acceptable. You don’t have to hold back anymore,” She whispered, her head pressed to his, her hand gingerly grazing his cheek. Feyd closed his eyes, feeling Y/n’s lips on his; wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/n pressed herself closer. “Hmm”, Feyd smiled, picking Y/n up in his arms and carrying her inside, and laying her on the bed. “You have a way with words, na-baroness”, Feyd purred, kissing her neck, her hands caressing his back, moaning softly. Feyd undid her robe, his eyes blown with lust, noticing she was naked underneath. He smirked, sticking his tongue out and licking a long stripe up from her stomach, between her breasts and throat. Y/n felt her body shiver in pleasure, her legs spreading to accommodate Feyd in between. His hand trailed between her legs, and Y/n caught his wrist. He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “As much as I know you would be talented with that mouth of yours, dear husband. I really need your cock now,” she pulled him back up towards her.

Feyd’s black teeth shined as he tilted his head, humming in response. A low growl rumbled through his chest. He sat back, removed his pants and laid himself on top of Y/n. Both were smiling at one another. Feyd let out a moan, slowly entering Y/n gasped at the feeling. Her mouth was agape, her mind was hazy, and her heart was pounding. Feyd cupped her face with one hand, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “Look into my eyes, my na-baroness”, he whispered Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, his blue eyes piercing into hers, sending a shiver through her spine. “Look at you; you are so beautiful, my perfect wife. I love you” Feyd’s mouth released a broken moan. “Please, Feyd”, she begged, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Feyd snarled fucking her harder, his hips snapping into hers, and the sound of skin slapping echoed in the chambers. The mix of moans, grunts and animalistic sounds from the Na-Baron and his Na-Baroness were obscene; it would make a virgin blush. 

“I believe after tonight, you will be with child. Our child,” Feyd panted, kissing Y/n’s shoulder, and a sharp whine emitted from her mouth. Rolling them over, Y/n straddled Feyd’s waist, her hips rolling hard onto his. Feyd chuckled, gripping her waist and thrusting up, hitting her sweet spot deliciously. Her palms on his chest held her steady. Y/n gazed down through her lashes, her husband grunting like a wild animal underneath her. His plump lips parted, his jaw clenched, and his eyes blown with desire. Meeting his heated gaze, Y/n felt her legs begin to shake, her arousal pooling in her lower abdomen. “Feyd, I’m close, my love”, she babbled. Feyd sat up, his arms wrapped around her body; he kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging gently at the ends. Y/n moaned into the kiss; pulling away, she threw her back as she came around his cock. Feyd flipped her back on her back, thrusting a few more times before spilling inside her. Both looked down the mix of her pearly white cum with his black cum creating a beautiful swirl. Feyd dipped two of his fingers in between her wet folds, sucking one while Y/n sucked the other. “So beautiful”, Feyd whispered, kissing her lips softly Y/n let out a small moan. Slowly moving off her, Feyd lay beside Y/n, his arm tucked underneath her, their hands intertwined, embracing the moment of peace and silence.

Feyd kissed Y/n’s head gingerly, his eyes falling closed. “You’ve earned my inner emotions, dear wife; well done”, he praised with a smirk Y/n sighed with a roll of her eyes, laying her head on his chest. “I am honoured, dear husband. Your love isn’t a weakness. It is a strength. Something I believe you are truly capable of no matter what anyone says.”

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"Sandstorms aren't all that bad."

Feyd-Rautha x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: When Feyd-Rautha and Y/n are stuck in a cave during a sandstorm on Arrakis, they both confess their feelings for one another and find a way to pass the time. Warnings: smut, breeding kink, dry humping, creampie, ink-pie, feyd in love, rough sex, soft!feyd, rough!feyd during sex, marking Word Count: 2k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Feyd monitored the spice harvesting on Arrakis carefully, his eyes watching intently; he heard the large doors open, and his head looked over his shoulder slightly. A smirk dancing on his lips, eating some fruit from his knife, he spun around, blue eyes falling on her figure. “Y/n, my darling, you’ve finally arrived. How do you like my Arrakis?” He gestured with his arms wide, a broad grin on his face Y/n swayed her body, her eyes taking in the room around her. “Your Arrakis is beautiful, my lord Na-Baron. I’d love to see more. Would you indulge me?” Y/n gave him a sultry look. Feyd tilted his head, his eyes raking over her body, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “But of course, what kind of governor of Arrakis would I be if I didn’t show my darling all its beauty? Come beautiful girl” His hand grasped hers, leading them to the Ornithopters; he lifted Y/n inside before climbing in and sitting beside her, starting the giant flying machine and taking them into the sky. Y/n admired the vast barren lands below. Feyd would often look over, a smile gracing his face. An alarm began to sound, alerting Feyd of an upcoming sandstorm. Y/n looked at Feyd with a worried expression. “What is happening, Feyd?”

 The Harkonnen grunted in annoyance, looking for somewhere to land. “We have to find some safe to stay until all this passes. We will never make it back to Arrakeen through the sandstorm.” Feyd finds a large rock formation amongst the dunes, landing the ornithopter safely inside the cavern covering the cave entrance to protect them. Feyd helped grab Y/n’s body, placing her on the sand; the two looked around as Feyd scouted the small cave. “It looks safe enough, no sign of any rats.” Feyd’s raspy voice echoed Y/n sat down, her legs crossed. Feyd sat beside her. “How long do sandstorms last here on Arrakis?” 

Y/n asked gently. Feyd shrugged his shoulders. “It varies on the storm’s severity; Arrakis is known for its hostility. Do not worry; it shouldn’t be long” Feyd prepared something for them to sleep in, gathering items from the ornithopter Y/n watched how resourceful and quickly Feyd had set everything up. “We will have to sleep in here together, and exposure to spices will affect our health. I have the equipment to make sure we will be alright.” Feyd explained Y/n nodded, listening to him. Her mind was entranced by his voice, his words, his eyes. Everything about him made her heart race; her thoughts were constantly occupied with him. In her dreams, she wanted him, and he wanted her; he had made his desire for her evident, but he never made his move. Y/n thought he didn’t feel anything for her anymore whenever they were alone. Feyd would speak sweet nothings in her ear; his lips would brush her pulse on her neck. But Feyd protected her from his Uncle; Y/n would be in danger daily while his Uncle breathed. With every retched breath that the old man took, he would plot to kill Y/n. Feyd couldn’t stomach the idea of losing her. So he would always love her but keep her at a distance; now he was Na-Baron, and his role in House Harkonnen has changed; he is now in a position where he has more power. Even so, over his Uncle, if he plays his cards right, he could overthrow him and take the title of Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. And Y/n, she would be his Baroness. 

Hours passed, and the sandstorm showed no signs of releasing its hold on the barren land. The sand and wind grip was too powerful for it to be a one-day storm. Feyd and Y/n lay under the protective shelter, hearing the wind howl. Y/n and Feyd lay facing one another; their soft breaths drowned out by the raging storm around them. Feyd had his arm draped loosely over Y/n’s waist, his face an inch away from hers. Feyd’s eyes often opened to ensure Y/n was okay, his blue eyes studying her face. Y/n looked peaceful; she always was in his presence. His ache for her continued to grow over their growing up; Y/n was a high born like Feyd, and his uncle, the Baron, had what surprised many in the imperium: a great friendship with Y/n’s father—both as cunning and strategic as each other which made them both brutal pairing. Feyd may have scoffed at his uncle’s friendship, but in that friendship, he gained Y/n. Since childhood, Feyd and Y/n were inseparable; Feyd always kept close, serving as a protection shield. Never let any man near her, let alone touch her. Feyd believed the only man with such privilege should be him and him alone. And typically, whatever the Na-Baron wants, he gets.

Y/n felt eyes upon her, causing her body to stir. Her eyes opened, seeing Feyd give a warm smile. “Feyd,” her voice was full of sleep; the Harkonnen brushed his knuckles along her cheek. “Y/n,” he whispered back, his lips quirked into a slight smirk; his voice sent shivers through her body. “Do you feel anything for me?” She asked Feyd, her fingers touching his cheek softly. Feyd’s eyes closed at the touch, breathing deeply; his hand fell on hers. His lips brushed her wrist Y/n’s lips parted slightly, watching Feyd her heart racing. Feyd moved her hand off his face and laid it back down. “Go to sleep; this storm doesn’t sound like it is clearing soon; we might be stuck here for some time” “ he murmured, his eyes falling closed once again Y/n blinked back tears as she turned to face her back to him. Trying not to cry, she slowly fell back asleep.

When morning came, Y/n heard movement behind Feyd’s hand on her shoulder, waking her gently. “The storm has passed, and we must return to Arrakeen before another storm comes.” Feyd sat on his knees as he gathered everything. Y/n stood and raked her fingers through her hair, looking down at Feyd. “Why do you do this?” She questioned him, and her tone made his heart freeze. His head turned to face her, his eyes narrowed. “Why do I do what?” He counter-asked Y/n and crossed her arms. “Lure me in, with sweet words, the brush of your hands against mine. You act like you love me or you desire me, but then you push me. I want to know why,” Y/n told him as Feyd stood, his blue eyes eyeing her with a glint of amusement. His tongue swiping his lips, Y/n walked towards him. 

“I know how I feel about you, and I may be stupid to think you feel the same. But I know you, Feyd-Rautha, you let your guard down around me. You are not the fearsome Na-Baron that everyone cowers before. So, if you even think about backing out on me now, I’ll make you regret it until your last breath”, Y/n panted heavily. Feyd smirked, pushing her against the wall, his body pressed to hers. Y/n let out a small moan at the contact as Feyd leaned in close, his breath fanning her face, his lips dangerously close to hers. “Beautiful girl, if you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to hear those words leave those pretty lips. Tell me you want me to claim you as mine so no other man can have you. I will do so, and I’ll make sure everyone can see just how much of a needy girl you are for me. And show that you belong to me, as I belong to you. So, let me hear you beg for me. And I’ll fulfil your every desire” He grinned, his ink-black teeth bared, making Y/n weak in the knees and her arousal pool in between her thighs, dripping down her legs. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him…God, I want to fuck him. She thought, cupping his face and pressing his lips to his passionately, both moaning into the kiss. 

Feyd’s hand gripped her waist, his hands digging into her skin. Y/n gasped, Feyd’s tongue invading her mouth “Feyd”, Y/n breathed his name, making the Harkonnen groan, pulling away from the kiss, his eyes closed. Pressing his head to hers, he cupped her cheek. “I love it when you say my name. So pretty,” He murmured Y/n kissed his jaw, whispering in his ear, “Feyd” Feeling him remove her still suit, he moved her away from the wall and laid her on the blanket on the ground. His hips rocked against hers, and the roughness of his still suit rubbing on her silk undergarments made her whine underneath him.

Grinning like a madman, Y/n stared into Feyd’s blue eyes, darkened with lust. Y/n’s body glistened with sweat, the rising heat from the dunes surrounding them, as well as the heat blooming from their bodies writhing in pleasure. Feyd grunted, his hips rutting faster Y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, her back arched. “Feyd” “ she cried, her hands holding onto his arms. Feyd panted, snarling; his fingers ripped her last piece of fabric, his thumb rubbing her swollen pearl, making her body jolt. Looking down, seeing her pussy convulse as her white cum leaked out between her thighs, coating his still suit. Feyd chuckled, unbuckling his still suit pants and removing his hard cock from its confines, rolling Y/n onto her stomach.

Pulling her back by her hips, Feyd leant over her body, kissing her shoulder and neck. “Remember you asked for this beautiful girl? Are you sure you want it?” Feyd’s raspy voice made her nod, and her head hung forward, moaning; looking behind her, she gazed into his eyes. “Please, Feyd, I’ve wanted this for so long” “ she begged him. Feyd’s eyes softened at her plea, and kissed her lips softly before entering her in one harsh thrust. Their sounds of loud moans and skin slapping echoed in the small cave. Feyd wasted no time in thrusting into her hard, her velvet walls sucking him in greedily, making him laugh. Y/n’s whines and moans spurred Feyd to fuck her into the ground with no mercy. She wanted him to fuck her and claim her, then he’ll give her what she wants. “Y/n, my love, you were made for me. No other man will have you; I’ve always ensured that. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. You have always been mine, as I’ve always been yours.”

Y/n gasped, feeling his cock hit her sweet spot; her walls clenched at his words. You have always been mine, as I’ve always been yours. Feyd did love her; he admitted it; he shared her feelings Y/n felt tears brim in her eyes as Feyd pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. He re-entered her Y/n’s body moulded into his as if they were made for each other. Locking eyes, both letting out shuddering breaths, Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist. Feyd kissed her neck, the sheer force of his thrusts leaving Y/n breathless. Writhing underneath, she felt her second climax approaching; a string of broken moans and cries told Feyd she was close. “Are you close, beautiful girl, hmm?” He purred, kissing her lips, tongue licking her lips, and teeth scraping her bottom lip. He could feel her walls throbbing around his cock; his eyes closed, his head hung forward Y/n let out a loud gasp feeling her body shudder and her thighs jolt at the orgasmic pleasure spreading through her body. “Feyd, please” “ she begged to kiss his neck. “I want to fill me up, mark me”, She moaned as Feyd growled, his teeth latching onto her neck and biting harshly as he came inside her filling her with his hot ink-black cum. Y/n sobbed, her body arching into his chest, the lovers breathing heavily; their eyes looked between Y/n’s thighs stained with black. Feyd smirked as he licked his lips at her slightly widened eyes.

“You begged and wanted to be claimed, so I did it.”

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“My Gem”

Paul Atreides x Reader Request: Yes Summary: Paul asks for the Emperor's eldest daughter's hand in marriage. Warnings: None, it's just pure fluff Word Count: 880 I don't own Dune or it's characters nor do I claim them as my own This is a short cute imagine, hope you all still love it x Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Paul stood tall as he saw the Emperor’s daughter approach him with a graceful smile. He had asked for her hand in marriage, which she happily accepted. Paul had grown up with the Emperor’s daughter when he would visit Kaitain with his father and mother. The lush planet was always beautiful, and Paul had grown to love it as he grew older. During his visits, he became closer to the Emperor’s eldest daughter. Princess Y/n. In their teenage years, they both grew to have a crush on one another. Their hearts would skip a beat; when their eyes locked, they would shine like the brightest stars in the night sky. Paul replayed their first meeting as Y/n climbed up the steps towards him.

Paul’s head tilted as he observed Y/n play a game with her younger sister, Irulan. Paul smiled as Y/n hid behind a tree before jumping out and picking up Irulan. The younger sister squealed in delight as Y/n spun around, seeing Paul Y/n let Irulan down as the sister ran to find their father. Y/n wandered over to Paul with a smile “My Lord Atreides”, she curtsied gently, her eyes looking up through her lashes, a slight smirk on her lips. Paul bowed his head with a sly grin “Princess Y/n”, he held her hand, kissing her knuckles. “You are very pretty today, Princess”, Paul complimented Y/n, blushing at his words, looping her arm with his; they both strolled down the cobblestone path. “Thank you, Lord Atreides, and you are very handsome today, “ she giggled as Paul blushed, talking endlessly about their favourite things. Both of them knew then their relationship was only just beginning.

Paul exhaled, slowly holding out his hand for Y/n to grasp. Her fingers delicately slid along his palm, joining his side. His bride sat beside him at the wedding table, and his mother and father sat at the end with Y/n’s sister Irulan and her other sisters, Wensicia, Chalice, Josifa and Rugi. Paul had never met her other sisters besides Irulan, but he could see where all the daughters got their beautiful looks. Their mother, but to him, Y/n was the prized gem in his eyes. He held his wife’s hand on the table; a smile graced his facial features. Admiring her beauty, his eyes turned to look around the grand hall. Watching everyone cheer and laugh at his wedding celebration. When Paul stood up, he offered his hand for Y/n to grab. As she stood beside him, Paul led her out of the grand hall and towards the entrance. Strolling through the halls together, Paul made a detour from their new chambers and turned in a different direction. “There is something I would like to show you.”

Paul led her to the Caladan gardens, covering Y/n’s eyes. She could hear the calm sounds of water trickling and birds tweeting in the moonlit sky. Paul stopped and told Y/n to keep her eyes closed before his arms wrapped around her waist. His lips ghosted over her neck, his nose trailing over her pulse towards her ear. His eyes watched her chest rise and fall, his hands sliding up her stomach and up towards her chest. Y/n gripped his hands. “There will be plenty of time for that, Paul” “ she giggled; a deep chuckle fell from Paul’s lips; he grinned. “Hmm, I can’t wait that long, but if I must. Until then, open your eyes, my wife,” he breathed, kissing her jaw as her eyes fluttered open, taking in the gardens before her. “This is beautiful, Paul. I’ve always heard such stories about the Caladan gardens. Our gardens at home don’t compare to yours” She turned to look at Paul with shining eyes. Paul smirked, laughing. “Oh, I don’t believe that; your gardens are just as beautiful. As are you,” he whispered as he bowed. “May I have this dance?” he asked; she smiled, nodding, holding his hand. “You may,” she said, placing her other hand on his shoulder. Paul wrapped his other arm around Y/n’s waist as they danced in a circle. The only sounds were the waterfalls and sounds of fauna surrounding them as the newlyweds shared their first dance.

The Duke and Lady Jessica watched from the shadows with smiles. “Our son chose well; he will be just fine.” Leto’s arm looped with Jessica’s, and the woman hummed in agreement. “He has, but then they were destined to be together, Leto. She is his other half, as he is hers.” She pulled Leto away as they rejoined the wedding celebrations. Paul and Y/n were once again alone, away from prying eyes. 

Paul pressed his forehead against his wife’s; Y/n’s tender smile made him feel a thousand butterflies in his stomach. Fireflies danced around the husband and wife as Paul pulled her closer, breathing deeply and brushing his nose with hers. His eyes stared into hers lovingly.

“Careful there”, Y/n whispered. Paul chuckled lightly. “What do you mean?” Paul asked her with a slight smirk; his wife leaned in, her lips brushing his

“You look like you are falling in love” Paul licked his lips, his smirk broadening. “I already have, My Gem”

“Looking for Trouble”

Austin!Elvis x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: After Elvis is arrested for his rebellious defiance during 'Trouble,' his girlfriend, the reader, bails him out of jail. Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it, thoughts of being parents, slight breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.4k Disclaimer: All rights for the Elvis film and Elvis's music belong to him and Presley Enterprises. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Being the girlfriend of the new rock and roll sensation had its ups and downs. The Colonel would have preferred Elvis break up with Y/n and focus on his singing. But Elvis made it clear; he would date her no matter what anyone says. Y/n grew up with Elvis; his mother and hers were both pregnant at the same time. Y/n and Elvis were born a month apart, Elvis being older. When Vernon went to jail, Y/n’s mother spent every day comforting Gladys while Y/n kept little Elvis company while they played together. Elvis always told her he would become a superhero and save his father, taking him to the Rock of Eternity. When Y/n’s mother passed away, Y/n was only eight years old when Gladys and Vernon were given guardianship and custody of Y/n. Her mother had requested it; she knew the Presleys would care for and love Y/n like she was their own. As time passed, Y/n often indulged Elvis and his dreams, saying she would always be beside him. 

As they grew up, Elvis developed a love for singing and African-American music; he and Y/n listened to the music whenever they could. His southern voice turned into something charming and melodic in his teenage years, making Y/n swoon. So one day, Elvis recorded Arthur ‘Big Boy’ Crudrup’s “That’s All Right” at Sun Records; the owner, Sam Phillps, had his voice playing everywhere on radios and records. That is how the Colonel discovered him; he mistook Elvis for a black man, but when he learnt he wasn’t, Elvis would be a Louisana Hayride. The Colonel had successfully convinced Elvis to leave Sun Records and have the Colonel manage his music and his career. And that’s how Elvis ended up where he is today. He had a decision to make: be the new Elvis and make everyone happy. He had to give up the ‘vulgar and lewd music and dance movements’ or break the rules and deal with the consequences later.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna sing a song the Colonel ain’t expecting. I’m gonna show em’ the real Elvis tonight” Elvis adjusted his black jacket Y/n smiled, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. “Well, honey, I’m looking forward to it.” She grabbed his red tie, making her way over to him. “You look very handsome, Mr. Presley,” she giggled. Elvis turned around, his blue eyes roaming her figure in her new dress as she put on and fixed his tie. “Satnin, you look as beautiful as ever. My pretty girl,” he smiled, holding her face and kissing her sweetly. Y/n moaned lightly into the kiss; her eyes fluttered closed. Elvis pulled away, brushing his nose on hers gently. Elvis chuckled, seeing her eyes still closed. “Am I that good, sweetheart?” he purred, his southern accent sending shivers through her body. Y/n bit her lip, nodding. “Perfect, as always, baby, “ she replied softly. Elvis breathed in before turning to look at himself again in the mirror. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist and pulling her before him. “Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble.” Elvis licked his lips, kissing her cheek Y/n gave him a knowing look. “What have you got planned, Mr Presley?” she raised a brow at his tone. Elvis laughed lightly, whispering, “You’ll see.” 

Y/n climbed out of the car as she helped Gladys and walked with her arm looped with hers as Veron walked with them to their seats behind the stage. Elvis stood in the centre, his guitar strapped around his shoulder, listening to the crowd of young men and women cheering for him. Y/n noticed they separated the black people with a rope, keeping them on one side. Y/n felt disgusted as she felt Gladys’s hand grip hers, a sad smile on her face. “I know, baby, they don’t understand. It’s all right, we know, you and Elvis. You both accept everyone for who they are and what they are. You are both different, my special babies. I wish your mama were here to see that, but she will be watching” She kissed Y/n’s head softly as Y/n nodded, smiling at Gladys as Elvis’ voice rang through the microphone. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis”, the crowd jeered in response. Elvis looked into the crowd and raised his hand. 

“And, of course, that other guy”, putting all his fingers down except his pinky finger and bending it jokingly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin all the ti-” Elvis chuckled into the microphone; he looked up at the speakers, hearing a voice. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course, you gotta listen to the people you love” He turned quickly, glancing at the Colonel, who nodded. Elvis glanced over at Y/n, his smile boarding Y/n mouthed, “Listen to yourself” She blew him a kiss. Elvis’s blue eyes shined at her words; nodding, he held the microphone. “But someone special always reminds me that in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis removed his guitar. The Colonel looked confused, and he glanced at Y/n. He knew something was changing, but he just didn’t know what. Elvis walked back to the centre of the stage; he turned to his band. “Trouble”, he said, winking at Y/n; she realised ‘Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble’ his earlier words played in her head. “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” He shouted, and the crowd cheered.

Elvis raised his hand as the band played the first cord. Elvis looked behind his arm, swinging down. “If you’re looking for Trouble”, the band played the song. Vernon shook his head. “No, no”, he moved in his seat. “You came to the right place. If you’re looking for trouble just look right in my face.” His hips and legs began to move slightly to the rhythm of the music. “I was born standing up, and talking back. My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack” He raised his hands to his hair, his body swinging back and forth as the music gained momentum. Y/n felt her heart race, watching her man dance and sing, “Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.” Elvis looked at the Colonel, tilting his head and signalling his words as a warning. 

As the song continued, the crowd grew crazier as Elvis, too, became entranced by his music and dancing on the stage. The Colonel ordered the police to remove Elvis from the stage. The danger grew as the crowd climbed over one another towards the stage. Elvis fought the police as the Colonel came over to the Presleys and Y/n as the fans began to riot against the police. “Uh, now would be a good time to return to the car” He chuckled nervously. Gladys gripped Y/n’s hand, pulling her to the car and seeing Elvis being pushed into a police car. “ELVIS!” Y/n shouted to her boyfriend, looking in alarm. “Y/n baby, go with mumma, okay, I’ll be alright!” he told her Y/n nodded in understanding. Climbing into the car, the driver drove away as Y/n looked back, seeing the chaos erupt rapidly red fireworks appearing in the sky. 

Elvis was kept in jail overnight for his lewd concert; sitting in the cold cell, his knee bounced anxiously. He heard Y/n’s sweet voice ring through the hall. “I have bail money for Mr Presley”, she said to the officers, who reluctantly allowed Elvis to bail as he waited at the door. Tapping the bars, he ran through the open door, running to Y/n and embracing her tightly. “Oh baby, thank you!” He exclaimed, running out of the station to Elvis’s car and quickly driving back to Graceland. When the car engine turned off, Elvis took Y/n in his arms, carrying her inside the house. Closing the door shut quietly, the young lovebirds ran up the stairs into their bedroom. 

Elvis locked his door and pulled Y/n in a passionate kiss. Elvis removed his black jacket and red tie. Y/n unzipped her dress, hurriedly throwing it over the chair. Elvis moaned his Adam’s apple bobbing, seeing Y/n in her pretty black lace underwear. His favourite. Elvis admired his girl, his feet carrying him over slowly. Y/n tilted her head slightly upwards to look into his eyes. There wasn’t much height difference, but they both loved that Elvis still had to lean slightly to kiss her. “So beautiful” His husky voice came out like a purr. Elvis swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. His palm cupped her face, and his face lit up at her doe eyes, watching him intently. Elvis kissed Y/n softly, his hand dropping from her cheek; he leaned down and picked her up. Carrying her to his large bed and laying her down, her hands tugged at his black dress shirt. Elvis unbuttoned it slowly. Teasing Y/n, he smirked, seeing her thighs rubbing together, a helpless moan falling from her lips. Her eyes glittered with desire, and her finger reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. Throwing the garment away, Elvis’s chest rose and fell heavily, his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/n bit her lip, her eyes following Elvis fall to his stomach on the bed, nudging her legs apart.

Y/n dragged her hand down her body and raked them through Elvis’s hair; he grinned at the sensation. His eyes fell closed, kissing her inner thighs; he groaned, feeling her tug on his hair. His hands gripped her last piece of clothing Y/n giggled at his enthusiasm, helping him. “One of these days, baby, Imma just gonna rip em’ right up”, he growled, his voice dropping an octave Y/n sighed. “Baby, don’t go rippin’ anything”, she whined before moaning loudly, feeling Elvis’s tongue on her pussy. Her arousal dripped down onto the bed; Elvis lapped eagerly, his hands intertwined with Y/n’s on either side of her body. “Elvis!” Y/n gasped, her body tensing at the feeling of his tongue delving between her wet folds and sucking her swollen pearl. Elvis Presley was very talented with his tongue, not just gifted in to help his singing, but pussy eating too. Y/n would give him a crown and title for his expertise in providing her waves of pleasure. He could live in between her legs; if he could, he often said it; he’d be so busy he would mumble in her pussy. “I’d die a happy man buried between your legs, little mama. A real happy man” Y/n would always shudder at his words. Y/n was brought back to reality by hearing Elvis growl “Good girl, lettin daddy take care of you”, Y/n moaned, arching her hips. “Always for you, Daddy” Elvis’s blue eyes darted up, seeing Y/n’s face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, strings of his favourite sounds leaving her lips. 

Elvis continued his ministrations. Y/n’s high-pitched whines were a sign that she was close. Elvis knew her like the back of his hand; he could feel her legs begin to shake. Elvis removed one of his hands from hers, entering two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers immediately. Y/n’s free hand combed through his ink-black hair, tugging on the roots. “Elvis, honey, please, I’m close”, she cried out Y/n gasped sharply, her body jolting. Elvis curled his fingers, his fingers increasing pace, working Y/n through her climax. Elvis moaned, not letting a drop go to waste, ensuring he was savouring her.

Crawling up her body, Elvis removed his boxer briefs, kissing her chest tenderly, working his way up her neck along her jaw, finally landing on her lips. Elvis breathed heavily, staring into her eyes. “You want me to use protection, baby?” His soft voice made her heart flutter Y/n smiled as she shook her head. “No, I want to feel all of you. I need to feel all of you,” She whispered. Elvis smiled gently; he kissed her cheek delicately before hissing lightly, feeling her walls around him. Y/n moaned and let out a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around Elvis’s body, pulling him closer to her. “That’s it, little mama, take me so well.” He praised, rocking his hips slowly; the raw feeling of her velvety walls around his cock left him breathless. Normally, they would use protection, but he silently thanked Y/n for changing it this time and not wanting to use protection. He has always loved the idea of being a father; he wants little ones to run around Graceland and play in the grass on sunny days. Sitting inside watching TV on rainy days. The thought of Y/n being a mother. He internally groaned at the image. 

Elvis didn’t realise his thrusts grew harder in pace with his desire fueling him. Y/n writhed underneath him, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’. Thinkin’ bout’ you and me with a lil one,” he grunted Y/n’s eyes open, studying Elvis’s face contorted in pleasure. She blinked softly, feeling her walls flutter around his cock at the thought of being a mother. “Mhmm” She nodded in response. Elvis held her face. “You like that idea, have ourselves a baby?” He moaned, kissing her throat Y/n whimpered. “Want a baby, Elvis, please.” she begged. Her boyfriend breathed heavily, his head resting against hers. “I love you so much, Y/n. My special girl,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes filled with love and lust. Y/n’s eyes mirrored his, and both smiled, "I love you too, Elvis." Elvis’s thrusts became uneven. Holding Y/n’s hand beside her head, both felt their peaks crash together. Elvis kissed Y/n; their loud moans muffled, his hips slowing down. Pulling away from the kiss, the young couple giggled lightly. Elvis slowly climbed off Y/n and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her body. Elvis pulled the silk covers over their bodies, and both quietly basked in the afterglow together. 

“Thanks for bailing me out of jail, baby. I didn’t really think that through, to be honest.” He let out a hearty laugh. Y/n kissed his chest and leaned on her arm; Y/n gave him a mischievous glint in her eye accompanied by a smirk, whispering against his mouth,

“Oh honey, it was really no Trouble”

“Lavender Love”

Dante Reyes x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics Summary: Dante meets his love on the race track Warnings: Smut, 18+ MDNI, Dante being cute, sexual innuendos, soft sex, dry humping, Dante worshipping reader, he's a boob guy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, daddy kink. Word Count: 2.6k Disclaimer: I don't own the Fast X characters, nor do I claim them as my own. And as always, wrap before you tap. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Dante thrived on being the best at whatever he did. He saw someone do whatever they did; he wanted to do it better. Showing off his lavender silk shirt, he paraded through the ocean of people waiting for the next car race. Admiring the cars and the sounds of the engines, his attention focused on a woman sitting on the hood of a Ford Mustang. Her legs swung back and forth as she leaned back on her arms. Dante raised his scarred brow, taking her in. She looked young, in her 20s, maybe early 30s. She was wearing purple, not his shade of lavender, perhaps darker. Dante smiled when the woman tilted her head in his direction, her eyes locked with his. This wasn’t the first time he had seen her; she had been here every night for the past week. Racing her in car, watching Dante race in his, both looking at each other from far away but never speaking. Tonight, that was about to change.

Making his way over, she grinned, raking her fingers through her hair. She pretended not to know Dante was coming her way, looking at the sky. She was playing coy. Dante chuckled as he sat beside her; he leaned over. “That’s a pretty dress; too bad it could be ripped off your body tonight”, Dante breathed, his voice husky, his lips ghosting over her shoulder. She fluttered her eyelashes softly, studying Dante’s expression; his green eyes met hers. “That would be too bad; it happens to be my favourite,” she told him with a giggle. Dante hummed lightly. The corner of his mouth quirked in amusement. “I’ve yet to know your name”, He purred. She bit her bottom lip playfully. “Y/n”, she gave him her name with a seductive smile. “And do I get to know yours?” She asked for his. Dante laughed lightly before grasping her hand gently. “Dante”, he kissed her hand. Y/n felt her breath hitch at the touch of his hand on hers. Y/n’s eyes sparkled with interest, matching Dante’s. His thumb traced her hand delicately, trailing up her arm and his fingers, leaving a fire trail in their wake. Y/n whimpered lightly at the feeling. Dante noticed a smirk dancing on his handsome face. 

“I hope you’ll remember my name, princess. I want to hear you scream it tonight.” he teased Y/n. Her eyes widened at his bold words, a blush on her cheeks. “Is that a promise, or are you just that confident?” she replied, breathing heavily, her heart racing as Dante leaned to her ear, kissing her neck lightly. “Both”, he growled lowly.

Dante swept Y/n off the hood of her car and walked through the crowd, returning to his villa where he was spending the week. Y/n stood behind him as he pulled out his room key card and opened it successfully. Dante stepped aside, letting Y/n walkthrough. Closing the door behind them, Y/n admired the villa around her; Dante must be rich; she looked back at him as he walked to the bar. She couldn’t pin him, but he did look familiar; maybe that’s why she was so intrigued by him throughout their time here. Dante turned around with two glasses on the counter. “What is the lady’s poison?” he grinned Y/n leaned on the marble countertop. “Whatever you think will loosen me up the most for you”, she answered. Dante’s eyes shined with amusement as he winked. “Lucky for you, a bartender always knows their customers” he poured them both a whiskey, each raising their glasses and drinking the liquid in one sip. Y/n never had whiskey before, but she didn’t hate how it tasted. It was smoother than she expected, just like Dante. 

Nodding, she breathed, “That will loosen someone up” She put down the glass. Dante circled the counter and cupped her face, kissing her passionately. Moaning, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms lifting her. “Dante”, Y/n moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Yeah?” he mumbled, kissing her neck; he carried her to the bed and laid her down. “I changed my mind,” she said as Dante pulled away, looking confused and slightly hurt. “Oh, uh well, this is awk-” he started, and Y/n put her hands on his chest. “No, no, I mean, I changed my mind about you ripping my dress. It’s not my favourite,” she said, lying on the bed, Dante’s eyes widening in surprise. He grinned, his hands rubbing her body. “You sure about that? It is pretty,” he pretended to convince her, his hands already beginning to pull at her dress. Y/n nodded, batting her eyelashes. “Please”, she pleaded. Dante indeed ripped her dress just like he said he would, a sharp gasp escaping her mouth, feeling the cool air hit her heated skin. 

Dante admired her on his bed; she blushed under his gaze, her hands reaching for him. Dante removed his shirt, leaning down to kiss Y/n again; her hands touched his bare chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. Moaning into the kiss, Y/n’s hands tugged at Dante’s belt, unbuckling it. Pulling away from the kiss, Dante threw the belt away, raking his fingers through his hair and breathing heavily. “Someone is eager”, his rich baritone voice sent shivers through her, his hips ground against hers, pressing his hard cock in between her legs. “And you’re so wet. I’ve barely done anything yet, princess,” he rumbled, his fingers tracing her breasts spilling out of the top of her bra, leaving featherlight kisses afterwards. Y/n moaned at the sensation on her skin, lifting herself off the bed and into his body. Needing to feel him closer, Y/n pulled him toward her. Dante’s pupils, dilated and blown with lust, observed her movements with a light snicker. He rested his head on hers gently. “Shh, I’ll take care of you”, he whispered in a soft moan, watching Dante sit up slowly; he removed her black lace underwear teasingly down her legs, kissing as he did so. Y/n unclasped her bra, throwing the garment on the floor. 

Dante picked Y/n up and sat her on his lap. Feeling her arousal soak his silk pants, he groaned his tongue and swiped her bottom lip teasingly. Rolling her hips, Y/n blushed, grinding down on him, both moaning loudly. “There you go, princess. Gotta get you ready for me” he held her face hissing, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. Balancing herself with her palms on his shoulders, Y/n threw her head back. Dante kissed her throat, his arms wrapped around her. Pulling her down harder, he grunted at the feeling. Softly kissing her sternum, Dante kissed and sucked love bites on her breasts. “Love these” “ he growled Y/n giggled at his obsession with her breasts. He’s definitely a boob guy. She noted in her mind. “Dante!” Her mouth fell open in a loud cry. Her body began to grow hot, feeling her orgasm build in her core. Her thighs began to ache as her body moved faster, chasing her climax. Dante grinned, looking down and seeing her wetness seep into the silk. He closed his eyes, bucking his hips up and moaning. Flipping them over, he spread Y/n’s legs, pinning her beneath him.

Panting, Dante let out a broken groan, thrusting harder Y/n whined, arching her body off the bed. “Yes, Dante, please”, she begged, wrapping her arms around him and feeling her climax wash over like a wave. Dante groaned, feeling his release spill as they both moaned. Recovering after a few minutes, Dante stood up and pulled off his remaining clothes. Seeing the wet patch, he smirked. “You made a real mess”, he teased her Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, and a beautiful yet dazed smile graced her lips. “No man has made me make such a mess”, she praised him with a cheeky smirk. 

Dante’s eyes lit up as Y/n spread her legs from him to climb in between. Kissing her breasts, taking his time worshipping each one, he moaned low in his throat. “You are absolutely perfect, better than my imagination. And my imagination is wild” he licked his lips before kissing Y/n’s lips, his hand draping one of her legs around his torso. “You’ve had the wrong men in your life, baby girl. Don’t worry, Daddy is here now” he lined himself up with her wet entrance, the tip of his cock brushing her clit. Y/n’s eyes closed tightly, her mouth agape. Dante licked a broad stroke up her neck to her cheek as he buried himself inside her. 

Feeling how tight she was, Dante felt his eyes roll back into his head, holding himself back from fucking her roughly. Y/n gripped his biceps tightly as she felt Dante fill her to the hilt. “Oh fuck princess”, Dante croaked, his arms on either side of Y/n’s head, caging her underneath. Y/n wrapped her other leg around his torso, pulling him closer. “You’re so big, Daddy; it feels so good.” She looked him in the eyes, sensing his reserve, and Y/n touched his cheek. “What’s wrong?” she asked with a look of concern. He shook his head and leant on his forearms. “It’s taking all I have not to fuck you dumb into this bed. But I don’t want to,” he murmured, moving slowly, rocking his hips. His lips ghosted over Y/n’s, both panting a grunt, leaving Dante’s lips; noticing her eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure, he smiled, his lips kissing the corner of her mouth. His breath was fanning her cheek. “You’re taking me so well, princess”, he praised Y/n’s walls clenched around him as he praised her. “Oh, someone likes being praised, hmm”, he purred Y/n moaned his words, making her wetter. Dante intertwined her hand with his, lacing their fingers. 

Writhing under Dante, Y/n’s body moved with his matching thrusts. Hitting her sweet spot and everywhere in between, she could feel every inch of him fill her deeply. She had never seen a man as big as Dante before, and she loved every moment. She was used to rough fucking and the typical one-night stands; she wouldn’t have minded that from Dante. But this sensual side she didn’t see often, he knew how to look after a woman. Tending to her needs, worshipping her like a goddess. He didn’t just want to screw her in the bed like a madman, and that’s it; he admitted he did, but he wanted to savour it. 

Both were drowning in each other’s eyes, touches, and bodies. Y/n’s mind drifted to how they had met. Over the past week, the sexual attraction between them grew as they watched one another. Y/n loved seeing Dante climb into his lavender car, purposely revving his engine while he looked at her, blowing her an air kiss as he winked at her. Y/n would catch his kiss and place it on her chest. Dante would hang out his window, reaching out for her in faux desperation before taking off in his race. When it was her turn to race, she would bend over and start her car from the outside. Dante’s lips would curl, taking in her little show, his chest heaving with lust. Climbing into her car, she would bite her finger before sucking the pad. Her tongue would lick the extra saliva built up. Dante’s eyes would harden, swallowing deeply before walking away, tending to his growing hard cock. Y/n would giggle as she prepared for her race. When she won, Y/n grabbed a drink from the bar and downed her shot. Dante’s green eyes watched her every move; sensing him, she would look over her shoulder and smile. She was teasing him. 

One night, she drove him insane while he waited to race against his opponent, and he rolled his head to the side. His eyes widened as he leant out of her window, and his mouth fell open as she waved at him. She wore a low v-neck shirt and the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen. Sucking on a lollipop, his nose flared as he gripped the steering wheel, his focus on the road. His eyes and head slowly turned as she winked, mouthing, ‘Good luck, baby’ Dante clenched his jaw, revving the engine loudly. Everyone cheered as he narrowed his eyes. Y/n’s eyes lit up in excitement; he grinned, putting his foot on the pedal and holding it down. Dante licked his lips. “That what you want”, he mouthed back Y/n nodded, biting the lollipop as the flag in front of Dante came down and Dante’s lavender impala sped off. Coming back over the finish line, Dante cheered, spinning around victorious. His eyes fell on Y/n, and she applauded him with a grin. Dante sighed as she disappeared into the crowd, missing his last chance to speak to her. Or so he thought.

“Y/n baby, you okay?” Dante’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts; she nodded and giggled, “Just thinking about how much teasing you endured from me over the week”, Dante growled at her words, thrusting hard, making her mewl “Yes, well, maybe if someone had stopped disappearing before I had the chance to speak, I wouldn’t have had to” he grunted Y/n wriggled feeling Dante’s hips rut into her roughly “You loved it” She whispered a light laugh erupting from his lips “Quite the assumption” he replied kissing her neck. Y/n mewled at the feeling of Dante filling her up; he stayed true to his word. He didn’t fuck her roughly; he wanted to take his time and cherish her. “You just loved fucking teasing me, my little vixen”, he panted with a hearty laugh against her cheek Y/n hummed in response. “You did some teasing yourself, too, if I recall”, Y/n replied, whining loudly when Dante hit her sweet spot roughly. “Yeah, but you deserved it. I might be taking it easy with you now. But next time, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll struggle to walk,” he growled Y/n shuddered. “I look forward to it” She kissed him roughly. She moaned into the kiss, feeling her second climax approaching rapidly. “Daddy, don’t stop”, Dante moaned, his cool rings soothing her heated skin as he gripped her waist. “Don’t worry, baby daddy’s got you”, he murmured, pecking her forehead. “Gonna come for me, princess?” he asked her. She nodded, looking into his green eyes. Biting her lip, Dante thrust wildly, his hips rutting harshly into Y/n’s. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles turning white as he came inside her with a loud groan. Y/n wrapped her arms under his shoulders, crying out as she came around his cock. “Fuck”, Dante breathed; coming down from his high, he brushed the sweaty hair out of Y/n’s face.

Pecking her lips, he laid his head in between her breasts, blowing small raspberries, tickling her skin, her fingers raking through his hair tenderly. “Hope you aren’t needed back anywhere by anyone anymore” Dante kissed her chest, sucking the skin Y/n let out a soft moan. “Why do you say that?” She asked him, her eyes fluttering, seeing him raise his head and look into her eyes, a playful grin on his lips.

“My darling princess, you’re mine now.”

"Don't play the fool."

Paul Atreides x Reader divider credits: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Requested by: @thatoneweirdgirl17 Summary: Paul and Y/n are in an arranged marriage, and Paul notices his bride is unbothered by it. Maybe he can change her thoughts; after all, marriage can't be all that bad. Warnings: None, just fluff, emotions and estranged friends to lovers Word count: 1.4k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Over time, Paul had grown worried about his lady wife. She seemed unbothered by the marriage and didn’t show emotion throughout their days as a married couple. Paul had often confided in his mother and father, who said she needed time and that one day she would be more open. Gurney said the same thing when he asked the older man. Duncan, however, had a different opinion.

“I don’t understand Duncan. Have I done something wrong? I’ve been nothing but kind, warm and generous. Maybe she wants something else.” Paul dodged Duncan’s attack, and the sword master shrugged. “I believe I have a theory, my boy”, Duncan sighed, wiping his forehead. Paul nodded. “Okay, what is your theory?” He asked his teacher, and Duncan waved him over to sit on the floor with him. The two panted from their sparring session as they regained their breathing. “I had heard whispers that your lady wife’s mother had instilled some thoughts in her mind about marriage. Now I know her mother, and might I say she is a challenge. She believed, ‘The more people you love, the weaker you are.’ she had told her daughter the same thing. You have done nothing, my boy; your wife believes what she has been told. You can show her that it’s not how she perceives marriage. One day, when your father passes, and you are to assume the role of Duke, your Duchess will be by your side. You don’t have to be at each other’s side all the time, but just enough for the other to know they aren’t alone. You are a smart young man, Paul; I’m sure you will figure something out. At least I hope your romantic skills are better than your sparring.” Duncan teased. Paul scoffed and shoved Duncan, readying his sword. “Okay, Idaho I know a challenge when I hear one.” 

Y/n strolled through Caladan’s halls, admiring the artwork as she passed them. Paul was busy sparring with Duncan Idaho, so Y/n took the opportunity to be alone. Finding the large doors, Y/n walked out to the courtyard towards the river down the hill. Paul had finished sparring and caught a glimpse of Y/n walking. He followed her, running to catch up and called her name “Y/N!” She turned, her hair blowing gently in the wind. She gave a small smile and bowed her head “My lord”, she acknowledged, continuing her walk as Paul walked beside her. “How have you faired since arriving here in Caladan? Everything to your liking?” Paul smiled Y/n raised a brow at his questions, nodding slightly. “Yes, my lord, everything is fine”, she responded. Paul internally sighed; okay, try again, but don’t give up yet. 

Paul sat beside her near the river. “I heard you love reading. Are there any books I could acquire for you? I don’t mind reading myself; perhaps it’s something we can do together,” Paul offered, hoping she would soften at his proposal. Y/n laughed. “I like to read, but read together, you and I? What is your play, my lord? Better yet, what bet have you made with your men? How quickly can you seduce me? Or perhaps how quickly can you get me in your bed by showering gifts and pleasantries with me?” She leaned on her arm, looking at Paul with narrowed eyes. Paul was taken aback by her words; did she genuinely think he was playing her like she thought? Duncan was right; her mother instilled something in her that he may find hard to break her from, almost like a spell. Paul smirked, shaking his head “Little dove, oh, what wicked words have you been told about me?” He leant forward, his green eyes piercing through her gaze on him Y/n fell silent. Paul whispered, “Why are you so distant from me? You show no emotion. Have I upset you in some way since our wedding day? We haven’t even shared our marital bed; whispers will begin soon enough. The son of Duke Leto has not bedded his wife and has no children. Y/n, I don’t know where your emotions lie with me, but I have grown fond of you; my feelings are sincere and genuine. Whatever lies you have been fed about me or our marriage is not true. You can be open with me; you should not feel ashamed of anything with me,” Paul explained, standing and sighing. “I will see you for dinner, wife” he left her alone, walking up the hill, the wind slowly picking up as he turned to look at her again. A sad smile on his face as he made his way back inside the castle. 

Y/n and Paul walked in together for dinner. Leto welcomed them both in the hall, and Jessica sat down to Leto’s left and sipped her wine. Paul pulled out Y/n’s chair, and she nodded at him. Paul smiled quickly before taking his seat; Leto and Jessica noticed the tension between the newlyweds. Leto said, “My son, Duncan, has spoken highly about your training improvement. Soon enough, you will be a warrior just like him and Gurney” Paul smiled at his father’s praise, sipping his wine. “Yes, I am grateful for Duncan and Gurney and their teachings”, Paul replied with a grin. Yn sat silently, eating her dinner and not communicating much. Paul watched his knee bouncing nervously underneath the table; when dinner was done, Paul excused himself and his wife. Looping his arm with hers, he led her to their shared chambers. Closing the door behind them, he sat her on the bed, kneeling before her. “Please tell me what I can do. To make your life more comfortable and easier to bear while you are here,” Y/n stared at her husband, his eyes pleading and glistening with tears forming. “My mother had always told me, ‘The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children’ I did not want to be the fool. And if I didn’t love you or anyone else around me, my feelings and heart would not be hurt. I have held my reservations with you, Paul, and everyone in my life. That is how my mother raised me to be. Cautious and reserved with my emotions. She loved no one but her children; she has proven to be a lioness in protecting them no matter the cost. Even if it means depriving those around her of love and warmth. I believed I had to be the same way.” She told Paul he held her face, blinking back tears. “You will never want for nothing; your love is not a prize nor something to break. I want you to love me as I love you. I want you to be happy and free, and my Duchess. I will be not just your Duke, your husband. But I will fight, live and breathe for you every day until my last day. And if I must fight and prove each day, my sweet wife. Then so be it. But never reserve yourself around me; unshield yourself from those emotions you hide from me. I want all of your happiness, your laughter and your kindness. And I hope that if you are willing, our children will bear those same beautiful qualities as us both.” Paul whispered as he pressed his head gently to Y/n’s breathing deeply, “Please do not be like your mother. You are not your mother. You and you. And that is all that matters now.” Y/n’s eyes shined with emotions, her cheeks stained with tears, her arms delicately wrapped around Paul’s neck.

“Paul”, She murmured. Paul nodded. “Yes,” He brushed his nose with hers. “I’m so sorry”, She apologised. Paul laughed lightly, shaking his head and pulling her close to sit on his lap on the bed. “Do not apologise to me, my wife.” He kissed her lips softly, and Y/n reciprocated the kiss immediately. Their first real kiss since their wedding day, Paul’s mouth moved in sync with Y/n’s, tasting the salt from their tears melding with the wine on their lips. “Promise me you will open up to me. Don’t close yourself off,” Paul whimpered, the kiss growing more with need and desperation Y/n nodded lightly as she pulled away, her face lighting up with the most beautiful smile Paul had seen.

“I promise, Paul.”

I'm sorry it's a little shorter than my other one-shots. I didn't want to write too much and ruin the theme. I hope you all still like it.

Happy Valentine's, Mr Sandman

Morpheus x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune Request: Yes Summary: Y/n and Morpheus spend their first Valentine's together. Warnings: none; Morpheus just being cute Word Count: 1k Disclaimer: I don't own The Sandman or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated xx

Morpheus had never made time for such an event that the mortals called Valentine’s Day. But in recent year he retrieved his helm and sand and restored the Dreaming. He felt that his affairs were in order; everything was where it should be. He visited the Waking world, strolling down the cobblestone path, his silver eyes wandering amongst the happy faces of adults and children. A slight tug appeared on the corner of his lips, seeing a little boy jump up and down at getting a lollipop from his mother. Morpheus tucked his hands into his coat pockets before stopping at a flower stand. He admired the various colours and arrangements of bouquets. He smiled, noticing some particular flowers; the vendor walked over with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you?” He asked Morpheus, who was admiring the flowers, “Yes, my friend, I am hoping to acquire some of your flowers for my beloved. You wouldn’t happen to have some wisteria, would you?” Morpheus asked curiously. The vendor clicked his fingers. 

“I do happen to have some; I like to always have some on hand in case someone wants to add them to their bouquet” he knelt, grabbing a small crate filled with vibrant purple wisteria. Nodding in approval, Morpheus smiled. “I would like some along with others if you could make me something,” Morpheus said; the vendor nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. Are there any other favourites?” Morpheus’s eyes gazed around; he pointed out the other favourites as the vendor put them together, tying them with a ribbon. Delicately placing them in a decorative basket, Morpheus thanked the vendor and paid him before continuing his walk down the street. Morpheus found a chocolate stand and bought some specialty chocolates. 

Looking at Big Ben, he wondered what the time was. “Excuse me, do you have the time?” He asked a gentleman passing by, “Eleven fifteen” Morpheus thanked him. He still had fifteen minutes, plenty of time to get where he needed to go. Picking up his pace, he came to his destination; he sighed, knocking on the door as he waited on the front steps. A girl opened the door. She had a big smile on her face “Steve-oh Morpheus, hi”, She laughed. Morpheus nodded his head. “Hello Jane, I was hoping Y/n was here?” He asked; hopefully, Jane nodded and moved aside. “She is so lucky and right in the living room. Y/n, your man is here!” Jane shouted as she waved goodbye to Morpheus, walking out the door, most likely to find Steve, her boyfriend. 

Morpheus poked his head with a grin forming on his lips Y/n jumped up from the couch. “Morpheus! I thought you couldn’t make it,” Y/n gasped. Morpheus frowned. “If Lucinene can’t manage the Dreaming for at least one day for me. Then that is an issue.” He smiled, making Y/n’s heart flutter with his words. “And how could I not want to spend the day with you?” He handed her the flowers and chocolates Y/n and touched her mouth. “Oh, Morpheus, they are beautiful. Wisteria!? Where did you find this?” She admired the flowers. Morpheus smirked with a wink as he looked at the flowers, his fingers touching the petals gingerly. “I have my ways”, he murmured with a raised brow Y/n put the flowers in a vase with water and put them on the counter, sitting beside the chocolates. She wrapped her arms around Morpheus, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, I love them”, she kissed his cheek and clapped her hands. “I also have something for you.” She grabbed a small wrapped gift and put it in Morpheus’s hands with a cheeky smile. 

Morpheus looked at it strangely and shook it; he grinned, making Y/n laugh. “Open it, you” She bit her lip anxiously, waiting as Morpheus unwrapped the gift, his eyes softened at the present. He looked up at Y/n, his lips parted, pulling out the small ruby stone. “I understand your other ruby was destroyed when you and that incident you don’t like to tell me about. My father recently returned from a business trip and came across this beautiful gem. I asked him to buy it for me so I could give it to you. Do you like it?” She asked nervously. Morpheus felt his heart skip a beat, putting the gemstone back in the box, and he nodded. “I do; I love it, thank you, my darling” He kissed her head and sighed. “I do have one more gift for you. Close your eyes,” He whispered Y/n did as he asked and closed her eyes. Morpheus pulled a ring out of his pocket and fell on one knee. “Can I open my eyes now, Morpheus?” Morpheus chuckled and spoke softly, “Yes” Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, and looking down, her eyes widened.

 Morpheus cleared his throat. “Y/n, you know that I, as an Endless, have lived a thousand lifetimes. I have seen love grow and fall through time, and I have never felt the way I have with anyone as I do with you. I have seen your dreams and nightmares. I want to share every moment with you, the highs and the lows. I want you, all of you. My love, any kingdom can have a King, but a King is nothing without his Queen. The most important chess piece, the light of his life. The centre of his heart and affections. So, would you do me the honour of marrying me?” 

Morpheus breathed a smile gracing his face Y/n felt tears in her eyes as she nodded. “Yes, Morpheus, oh my goodness, yes” “ she gasped. Morpheus slid the moonstone ring onto her finger, standing on his feet. “It’s so…beautiful, Morpheus” She gazed at the ring. Morpheus smiled. “It came from the Dreaming. Therefore, its connection with you will forever be bonded. And your connection with me comes within our hearts and souls. Wherever I am, near or far, I’ll always be there for you. A King’s duty is to his Queen; her heart and happiness come first. I will always make sure of it,” He whispered, his silver eyes staring into Y/n’s eyes. “I love you, Y/n, forever and always” Morpheus raked his fingers through her hair, and Y/n smiled. “I love you too, Dream of the Endless. Forever and always.” She brushed her nose with his as his lips softly pressed to hers, her arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling apart for air, Morpheus pressed his head to Y/n’s gently, looking into one another’s eyes.

“Happy Valentine’s, Mr Sandman” Y/n laughed lightly. Morpheus chuckled, shaking his head at her comment. His head tilted back, his eyes cast down as he raised a brow, humming lightly before murmuring, “Happy Valentine’s indeed.”

Forbidden Fruit

Arthur Curry x Reader Request: Yes Summary: Arthur has a crush on Bruce's younger sister Y/n. Warnings: This is real cutesy stuff, with a small amount of profanity, sexual innuendos from Arthur's side, Aquaman being a dork in love, and Bruce being a protective brother. Word Count: 1.5k Disclaimer: I don't own DC or it's characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

“Bullshit, you did!” Y/n gasped, slapping Arthur’s chest. Arthur cackled with laughter, throwing his head back. “I did; my brother is a dick; okay, I had no choice” Arthur shrugged, sipping his Guinness Y/n shook her head in disbelief. “You actually challenged him to a “Ring of Fire.” trial and won?” Y/n raised a brow. Arthur nodded with a toothy grin. “Sure did, baby, and he whined like a baby” He choked on his drink when Bruce walked in with his hands on his hips. “Y/n, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Shit, I thought something happened to you” He hugged his sister tightly Y/n made a grumble. “You were worried about me; how adorable. Arthur, isn’t he adorable?” Y/n giggled, leaning on Arthur’s shoulder. Bruce looked between them with a clenched jaw. “Totally, even though you are more adorable than he is. Don’t worry, Bat, I’ve kept her safe, breathing and unharmed,” Arthur spoke proudly. Bruce narrowed his eyes. 

“Yeah, well, fishboy fun’s over. Y/n, come on, we have that meeting, remember? You are sponsoring the company, and you need to be there,” Arthur grumbled. “It’s actually Fishman” “ he stated as he drank his Guinness. Y/n moaned in annoyance, hitting her head on the bar bench. Arthur choked on his drink and spat out the liquid Y/n laughed. “Unbelievable”, Bruce muttered, grabbing Y/n around the waist and carrying her out. “No, Bruce, I was having fun! Arthur, help me” She stretched her arms. Arthur gulped the last of his drink, put some money on the bench and ran out behind the Wayne siblings. “Come on, Bruce, you spoilt our little session”, Arthur groaned. Bruce told Y/n to get in the car and marched over to Arthur. “I told you my sister is off limits to everyone in the League, especially you, Curry. Don’t make me break your face. I make good on my promises.” Arthur’s humorous demeanour changed, and his eyes hardened as he looked down at Bruce. His height overtakes Bruce slightly. “Try all you want, buddy, but if your sister likes me more than a friend. Then you can’t do anything about it” He grinned, walking away before waving to Y/n in the car, climbing into his truck, starting the engine and driving off.

Bruce climbed into his car and sighed, the fast vehicle taking off. “I told you not to be alone with Arthur. I don’t trust him around you” Y/n frowned at her brother. “Oh yeah, and he’s some playboy like you: different girls, different days, endless dates at fancy dinners. Lavish parties with the most expensive caviar and champagne,” Y/n said. Bruce sighed, parking the car outside the Wayne Tower. “I just don’t want you and Arthur alone, okay? I have my reasons; please respect them. Now come on, let’s get this meeting done.” 

Arthur kept looking at his phone, waiting for Y/n to message or call him. When his phone chimed, he picked it up in haste, and a grin formed on his lips. “Is that her?” His father, Tom, asked with a chuckle. Arthur sighed, falling on the couch. “Pops, I got it bad. She’s like forbidden fruit, right there in front of me. But I can look and not have, you know. I don’t know,” Arthur ran his hand through his hair, and Tom nodded, laughing. “My son is in love with a woman, and I have long awaited for this day to come round. If only your mother were here, she would be loving every moment instead, and she is missing out because she is helping you with Atlantis.” Tom folded his jacket. Arthur leant on his hand. 

“What should I do? “ Bruce has clarified that he doesn’t want me around his sister. But I can’t do it, and it hurts to be away from her, you know. I hate being with her and saying goodbye until I see her again. I want to be able to see her for more than a day. More than a week. Just have her with me,” Tom chuckled, nudging his son. “And when have you ever backed down from a challenge, Arthur? Go prove to Bruce Wayne that you are not like every man walking onto their doorstep. I have seen the way she looks at you, too. It is the same love at first sight I shared with your mother. That love never goes away; it’s rare. And I have never seen you so happy and letting your guard down unless you are around her.” Tom pointed out. Arthur smiled at his father, hugging him tightly. “Thanks, pops, you the best!” He shouted, running out the door. Tom shook his head. “That boy of mine in love. How dangerous,” He said to himself with a chuckle.

Arthur stood on the front steps of Wayne Manor, letting out nervous breaths as he rang the bell. Alfred answered the door as Arthur smiled. “Hi, Mr Pennyworth; I wondered if Bruce was here?” He asked Alfred; the butler nodded, moving aside. “Of course, Mr Curry, I shall tell him you’re here. Shall I inform Miss Wayne also?” He asked, closing the large door. Arthur shook his head. “No, no, just Bruce will be fine” Alfred nodded with a bow, leading Arthur into the main sitting room. Arthur sat on the comfy yet expensive couch, waiting for Bruce when the eldest Wayne sibling walked in. Arthur stood up and shook Bruce’s hand “Hi Arthur, how can I help you?” Bruce sat across from him as Arthur rubbed his legs. 

“Well, Bruce, I want to talk to you about Y/n. Please just hear me out. I’ve liked your sister for quite some time, and lately, my feelings for her have changed. I’ve realised I love her, and I want you to understand I am not like the other guys who come and go—the ones who only want fun and have no emotional connection. Y/n and I feel something is happening between us, and I think I told her my feelings, and she would reciprocate them. I know you feel the need to protect her from any man that wanders into her life. I get it. Truly, I do. But that is what I want to do for her. Bruce, I promise I will always love, protect, and make her happy. My father has raised me to be a gentleman and respect and honour a woman. Just like he has done and continues to do with my mother.” 

Arthur explained. Bruce kept an emotionless face as Y/n walked into the room. She smiled at the two, and Arthur and Bruce looked at Y/n, hugging her arms, her eyes focused on Arthur. “What’s happening here?” She questioned as Bruce stood up and sighed heavily, looking between his sister and Arthur. “Fine, but if you hurt her one time. One time. I’ll kick your ass,” Bruce threatened. Arthur smiled, nodding as he stood. “I’d like to see you try, but I see where you’re coming from” He shook hands with Bruce before turning his attention to Y/n. She smirked as Arthur grabbed her hand. “Come on, I want to show you something”, he winked. Bruce caught the wink and pointed a finger as the couple ran away. “Don’t you dare have sex on your first date! That is at least a tenth date or more thing!” He exclaimed. Arthur laughed, turning around. “Relax, I know the rules; if we do decide to do anything, I’ll make sure we have plenty of protection!” He grinned his joke, making Bruce widen his eyes “ARTHUR RUN!” 

Y/n gasped, pushing her boyfriend out of the door as Bruce chased after them. “You are already making me regret this!” He shouted, watching Arthur’s truck drive away. Bruce folded his arms across his chest. Alfred appeared beside him. “You know, Master Wayne, Mr Curry might be just what your sister needs. He does brighten up the manor when he is around. It’s a nice change of lifestyle. And, of course, you don’t see it, Master Wayne, but there is no finer man for Miss Wayne than Arthur Curry,” Alfred spoke. Bruce looked over his shoulder, a smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, I guess he is. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. I might’ve lied a little back when I said I hated him” Bruce looked to the butler, who nodded in response “I know Master Wayne. I know” 

Arthur drove the truck to his favourite private spot on the beach near his home. He carried Y/n on his back as he ran down to the water Y/n screamed as she fell into the warm water. The bottom of her summer dress was wet. “You doofus!” She splashed Arthur with some water; he grinned, picking her up in his arms. “Yeah, but I’m your doofus now. You’ve got to put up with a lot of me, day in and day out. Twenty-four-seven. Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.” Arthur smirked Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling. “I think I can manage that” Arthur kissed her lips passionately, his body falling back onto the sand as Y/n straddled his waist. 

“I love you, princess”, Arthur breathed, pushing a loose strand of hair out of Y/n’s face behind her ear. “I love you too, Aquaman”

dt : @hudson-bay-girl because you love Mr Momoa as much as I do 🩷

His Sweet Kiss sneak-peek

Feyd-Rautha x Reader

Y/n stumbled forward from the force of a hand pushing on her back. Falling to her knees, Y/n winced in pain, the cold flooring making her shiver. “What do we have here?” A rough voice rasped, echoing in the room Y/n’s head looked ahead even though she couldn’t see. “Found her trying to escape on Arrakis.” A chorus of laughter rumbled. Y/n felt fingers on her cheek, and the pads of the fingertips were stroking her skin. Y/n flinched at the touch, her breathing uneven with nerves. “And what do you expect me to give you for bringing her to me?” the raspy voice enquired with a slight chuckle; at the end, the soldiers cleared their throats. “A little fun; it’s not often we have someone like her” Y/n felt the person move behind her, a knife unsheathing. “Some fun hmm?” Y/n swallowed thickly, trying to remove her hand bonds. She stopped when she heard a struggling gasp and choking, the heavy thud of a body landing behind her. “I don’t think so”, the man responds, picking Y/n up his arm securely around her waist. “Come with me, little pet”, he murmured in her ear Y/n followed her feet, giving way, two arms wrapped around her, holding her up. Y/n felt herself grow lightheaded as she struggled to walk. She took a breath before collapsing to the marble floor, fading into unconsciousness.

15 Questions For 15 Friends

Thank you for the tag, my darling @lady-phasma 💕 Hope you don't mind I'm answering these questions on this blog instead of my other one ☺️

Are you named after anyone? Well, my first name, Jade, is not named after anyone, but I actually have two names. One is because of a Scandinavian background. I am a descendant of Rangar Lodbrock, so my real name is Freya (Freyja), after the Norse goddess. And my English middle name is Presley-Marie (after Elvis Presley, and Marie is a family name passed down from my mother's side)

When was the last time you cried? The other day when I was watching Dune Part Two (a certain scene breaks my heart)

Do you have kids? No, not yet; maybe in the future

What sport do you play / have played? I couldn't play any sport even if I tried.

Do you use sarcasm? A little too much, I will admit

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes, the intensity and power one look can give, are always the first thing I notice.

What's your eye color? Green / Hazel

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, please!

Any talents? I don't really know, I've been told I'm a great drawer and singer but I wouldn't think that. I think my talent may be something more along the lines of the editing that I do on my Instagram account.

Where were you born? Adelaide, Australia

What are your hobbies? Where do I begin? Okay, writing, reading, film and TV binging, learning about history, junk journaling, baking, meditating, drawing, music, do Jason Momoa, Elvis Presley and Austin Butler count as hobbies?

How tall are you? 5'10" same as Timothee

Favorite subject in school? I love english literature, history, theatre, and art. Those subjects were where I excelled most.

Dream job? Actress, archaeologist or writer.

no pressure tags : @austinbutlerslovers @austinstyles @feydsociety @hudson-bay-girl @sansaorgana @austinbutlermischief @abswifey

Are you blushing because of me?

Ronon Dex x Reader Dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: No Summary: Ronon loves making Y/n blush, even so much so it prompts him to reveal his feelings for her. Warnings: None, just Ronon and Y/n being adorable; Ronon does have slight wandering hands ;) Word Count: 2k Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Y/n Shepard was John’s only child, so what happens, you might ask, in her daily life? Being the child of Lt. John Shepard means she doesn’t leave Atlantis. He claims it’s for her safety after losing her mother; he devoted his entire focus to keeping his daughter alive and well. So Y/n adapted; she trained with Teyla in hand-to-hand combat and helped Dr McKay discover Ancient technology; lucky for Y/n, Rodney McKay let her help him. He is always too stubborn and proud to admit to others when he is wrong or needs help, but Y/n always had a soft spot for him. To the shock of the whole of Atlantis, Rodney McKay’s being selfless towards someone else was unheard of. Y/n often occupied her time helping Dr Beckett with medical research, and he always loved the extra help with the younger girl. Everyone in Atlantis had become Y/n’s family quickly. Elizabeth Weir, the commander of Atlantis, kept a close eye on Y/n when her father was away on off-world missions. 

The day when the team assembled to go and find Ford, an old member of the team, Y/n desperately wanted to go. “Y/n, no, you have to stay here; we could encounter Wraiths. I want you to stay here. Understand me,” He told her; she nodded solemnly. “Fine, whatever you say,” she pushed him playfully as he kissed her head. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in no time” He waved as Y/n grumbled, making her way up the stairs to the infirmary and seeing Dr Beckett on his chair. “Y/n love, why do you look so down?” He asked, worried Y/n sighed, sitting on a nearby bench. 

“I am sentenced to stay here again while my father goes on another off-world mission. So yeah,” She swung her legs back and forth. “Does my father not trust me? I am twenty-two years old. I’ve never been off-world before. I’m sure I can handle myself” She walked around. Dr Beckett laughed, swinging around his chair. “I don’t think that’s the issue, lass. Your father just wants to keep you safe, that’s all. You are his only child. His protective nature just takes over; he means nothing by it. Here, come help me with these blood samples. I need help labelling and ordering” He smiled at her as she sat beside him, helping him sort out the blood test tubes. “Now tell me, have you read any new books recently?” He asked her as they both worked away.

So, to say the least, when John and the team returned not with Ford but with someone new, Y/n’s interest was piqued. Running to the main operating room, she saw her father with the rest of the team “Dad!” She exclaimed as she ran into his open arms. John laughed, lifting her off the ground. “Oh, I always love your hugs when I come back.” He looked at her with a grin, and Y/n looked around. “No Ford?” She asked, and John shook his head. “No, he uh got away in a Dart; we lost him.” he sighed Y/n saw Teyla and hugged her friend Y/n looked over at the new guy who was already staring at her Y/n pulled away from her hug with Teyla. John saw his daughter’s eyes land on Ronon as she pulled away from her hug from Teyla. “Oh, Ronon, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Ronon Dex” Y/n smiled, holding her hand out for Ronon; he smiled lightly, his head reaching out, and John pulled Y/n back. “Nope, not happening. Y/n, go see Rodney; he said he found something new you might like to look at” Y/n’s eyes widened. “Dad, stop it!” She looked at him, embarrassed. John gave her a stern look, and she sighed, looking at Ronon again before leaving the room. 

The next day, Y/n walked around Atlantis, stumbling across the cafeteria and seeing Ronon sitting alone. She smiled, grabbed water, a knife and a fork, and approached him. “Mind if I join you?” She asked. Ronon’s eyes looked up from the food. He looked around. “No one going to stop you today?” He teased her; she laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t mind my dad; he’s just overprotective” She sighed and offered Ronon the knife and fork. “Use these; it’s proper eating etiquette.” She watched him eye the utensils as he used them cautiously. She sipped her water. “I am sorry we didn’t get properly introduced yesterday. I’m Y/n; it’s nice to meet you officially,” She leant on her hand. Ronon nodded with a chuckle “Ronon, nice to meet you too,” he replied, eating his potato; she noticed he hadn’t touched the jelly on his tray. “You aren’t fond of jelly?” She asked, pointing to the small plastic container. Ronon narrowed his eyes at the blue food, shaking his head. “Not really. I don’t like the look of it,” He mumbled; he cleaned his hand and picked up the jelly with a slight smile. “Would you like it?” He offered; she smiled and took it; feeling their hands touch, she gasped softly. Ronon’s eyes shined at her reaction. “Thank you, Ronon”, she whispered as she ate the jelly. He winked. “No problem, Y/n”, he smirked, making her blush. So she blushes easily, Ronon thought.

As Ronon began to find his place in Atlantis, he became an official member of John’s team. At times, though, he was still standoffish to others and somewhat intimidating with a strike-first-questions-later persona. He spent much time with Y/n without John knowing about it. He could only imagine if John found out he and his daughter were alone together, the hell-raising that would occur from it. Ronon’s sleeping quarters were a few rooms away from Y/n’s, so running into her was part of the ritual. It was almost perfectly timed they would both come out of their room, lock eyes and smile. Walking beside each other, their fingers nearly touching, making their eyes avert down before pretending they didn’t notice. 

Teyla had noticed the lingering gaze between the two; she knew the look of love when she saw it. If McKay or Beckett ever noticed, McKay would make a shiver and a disgusted sound followed by a typical McKay-fashioned phrase: “Honestly, what would she see in a guy like Ronon? He’s hotheaded, stubborn, and, not to mention, dives in head-first into danger. She should be with someone more like…like,” He would try to say, and Beckett would finish his sentence “, Like you?” He asked with a raised brow. Teyla would laugh lightly as McKay would look between the two, puffing his chest out. “Me? You think so?” Nothing strokes Rodney’s ego better than when someone thinks he is the best at what he does or if he would be suited to a romantic match with someone like Colonel Shepard’s daughter. “I guess you could say that; at least I am not throwing myself in harm’s way whenever I have the chance” McKay would continue his work, making Beckett chuckle. “My friend, if Y/n ever decided to be with you. It would be because you’d be the only man on earth, and that’s not a compliment.” 

Ronon always found a moment to find something beautiful or unique on any mission the team was sent on. He loved seeing her face light up with each little gift he would give her. John had begun to see something was happening between his daughter and Ronon, his father instincts kicking in. Teyla would tell him to let the couple be. “Y/n is old enough to make her own choices, John. She knows you are protective, but you must let her grow independently at some point,” Teyla smiled. John grumbled, slouching in annoyance. “I know it will take some getting used to, that’s all. She’s never had a relationship; well, there has been no one that she’s liked, you know. And Ronon comes along and-” John spoke before halting his sentence. Teyla raised her brows. “He makes your daughter happy, John” Teyla finished. John sighed with a nod. “Yeah, he does, damn it”

Y/n sat in her favourite little hide-out, reading her book, when she heard movement behind her. Her head turned, and she saw Ronon climb over and sit beside her in the little nook. “Mmm, this is cozy. Good thing there’s only room for two of us,” he grinned Y/n blushed, looking down at her book. “To be honest, I never tested this cozy space with someone else, so I didn’t know if it could fit two people”, she admitted as Ronon laid back slightly. “I hope you don’t mind sharing it with me then?” Ronon whispered. His hand slowly moved to touch hers. Y/n felt her breathing hitch when his fingers touched hers. “I don’t”, Y/n whispered, her eyes gazing into his. “This reminds me I have something for you” Ronon reached behind his back and pulled out a small leather pouch. Y/n’s smile widened. Ronon grasped her hand and opened her palm, laying the pouch in her open hand. 

“What did you get me?” She asked him. Ronon smirked, watching her open the pouch; her hand dipped inside and pulled out a necklace with a blue gem in the centre. “Ronon, this is beautiful”, she gasped, admiring the jewellery. “You shouldn’t have this, wouldn’t have been-” she began. Ronon held her hand. “The man who gave me this, I’ve known him for a long time; he visited my planet. He would carve with local stones, gold, and anything he could find beauty in and sell it. He owed me a favour, and he did this for me. This gem I found on one of my scouts it’s the last piece of my home. And I wanted to give it to the woman I had fallen in love with. A piece of my heart for her to keep,” He murmured. Y/n gasped softly, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. Ronon cupped her cheek, pressing his head to hers. “Ronon”, She breathed, her heart pounding, hearing it thump through her body. “Yes?” He smirked, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint Y/n licked her lips, her breathing falling and rising quickly. "I love you too," She told Ronon Y/n climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck “Kiss me, please.” She let out a shaky breath as Ronon happily obliged her request, both of their lips melding perfectly together. Y/n felt Ronon’s hand move up and down her body. His fingers left a trail of fire in their wake. 

His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. Feeling her body relax under his touch, she fell into his embrace completely. Pulling away for a breath, the couple panted quietly. Ronon’s hands were placed on Y/n’s hips. "You are so beautiful", Ronon murmured, causing Y/n to blush her head falling on his shoulder to hide her embarrassment. “Are you blushing because of me?” Ronon teased with a laugh. Y/n pulled away and shoved him playfully, his eyes looking over her face. “I love it when you do; it means I’m doing something right” he smiled lovingly, her nose brushing Ronon’s softly.

"I'm glad I took your father up on his offer to stay in Atlantis."

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