#BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN PREPARING FOR THREE DAYS
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LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU | Mick Schumacher
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mick x uni!reader
word count: 1602
warnings: mention of period cramps, reader being sick, just fluff and cute in general (i think). use of y/n y/l/n
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University was not an easy path to tread, and much less so if you were studying Medicine.
Y/N Y/L/N sat at her small desk, curled up in her chair as she gazed at the plethora of notes and books from different subjects overflowing the tiny space. With her eyes fixed on a Gynecology topic, her favorite subject, she attempted to summon concentration, failing in the attempt because it was undeniable that something was wrong with her.
The truth was unquestionable that the Swedish girl wasn't feeling well because it wasn't just the stress of final exams consuming her: her period had decided to arrive that same early morning, greeting her with a strong abdominal pain that had barely allowed her to sleep; apart from that, just a few hours after managing to fall asleep, she was awakened by sweats.
In those moments, the girl was aware that she needed to stop because she felt exhausted, the headache was getting heavier, and discomfort was increasingly present in her body. All of that was starting to take its toll on her, but she couldn't afford to give up everything when there were just a few days left until the start of the end-of-term holiday.
Come on, Y/N, she thought to herself as a sharp pain made itself known in her abdomen. You're strong, capable of this and much more.
Suddenly, as if destiny were alerting her to take a break, her mobile phone began to vibrate, indicating an incoming video call with Mick.
"Hey, Mick," the young woman responded after accepting the call, her voice subdued.
Schumacher sensed that something wasn't going well for his partner.
"Hey, love," he responded sweetly, showing concern, "what's wrong?"
Y/N sighed, trying her best to hide the truth from her boyfriend, who already had enough worries as the Mercedes reserve driver to now concern himself with a simple ailment. She timidly ran her hand over her forehead, feeling the temperature starting to rise.
"Mick, really, it's nothing..."
"Y/N," the boy interrupted her, "you have bright eyes, accompanied by quite concerning dark circles. Have you been studying all night?"
Y/L/N hated that the son of a certain seven-time world champion driver knew her so well.
"No," she affirmed, "but I'm not feeling very well. This final exam season is killing me, almost literally, because the subjects are very difficult, and I feel like I'm not cut out for what I'm studying. And also add to that that last night my fantastic period started, and if that wasn't enough, I started to get a fever."
"Have you been to the doctor?" Schumacher asked, even though he knew the answer.
"No, I haven't had time either," the brunette responded curtly. "Please, Mick, I've been studying almost twelve hours a day for almost three weeks. I'm trying to study as much as possible, and I feel less and less capable of passing the subjects."
Mick nodded, understanding.
"I get it, even though I haven't been through the same thing as you, but you can't ignore the signals your body is sending you. You come first, and even though it's hard for you to accept it and deny it to me, exams can wait."
"No, honey, no," Y/N shook her head, affirming what Mick was thinking. "I've been trying to study, but all I've done is reread the notes over and over."
"Well, then focus on resting even if it's just this afternoon, okay? Don't worry about anything, your recovery comes first, darling."
As the conversation between the couple progressed, they began to talk about more mundane topics, such as the couple's upcoming vacation destination or the status of the boy's family.
Once they finished the call, and without much thought, Mick decided to prepare a surprise for his girlfriend to help her calm down as much as possible so she could recover as soon as possible. Therefore, he left his house without explaining to anyone and immediately got into his car, heading to the nearest shopping center.
With a mischievous smile on his face as he crossed the doors of the venue, Schumacher quickly made his way to get what he had planned to buy so he could pay for it as soon as possible and then quickly get to Y/N's house. After passing through the self-checkout with a large amount of her favorite chocolates, a bouquet of tulips, and a book she had been eager to have, he put everything in a paper bag decorated with kittens and headed back to his car.
As he was on his way to his girlfriend's house, Mick thought about the surprise and joy that would bring to Y/N as soon as she saw him standing in front of her door. The young man knew that, in terms of what he could give her, it wasn't much; but he was sure that what would make Clara happiest was the thoughtfulness and effort that the reserve driver had put into it.
After parking in a nearby parking lot near the apartment building where the girl lived, Mick took the bag and his nerves began to grow, although he walked towards the house with determination. Once he arrived, he placed the bag behind his back, so it wouldn't be visible at first, and stealthily knocked on the door.
"Seriously, if you're someone here to sell me an air fryer, I don't want it, okay? I'm a humble student living off scholarships..."
When Y/N opened the door, she couldn't articulate a word: seeing her boyfriend standing there, in front of her, was certainly not what she expected on that fateful day. Her eyes filled with joy, and tears even welled up.
"Mick!" the brunette exclaimed as she gave him a tight hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked, unable to contain her smile.
After finishing the warm hug, the boy handed her the bag, which Y/N began to open quickly and took out each of the items it contained. As she unpacked, the young man went to get a vase for the flowers so they wouldn't dry out.
"Can't a humble boy from a humble family want to surprise his wonderful girlfriend to lift her spirits?" the young man said as he spoke, while Y/N fetched a vase for the flowers.
Yeah, especially humble..., Y/N muttered to herself.
"You're amazing, Mick," the girl commented, hugging her gifts affectionately. "I can't believe you did this for me despite me talking to you like crap."
The boy moved closer to his partner, taking her hand lovingly.
"Well, I guess that's what you sign up for when you start a relationship, right?" he explained ironically, receiving a playful punch in his arm from Y/N. "But that's not all: I'm going to prepare a bath for you to relax while I make you dinner, okay?"
She approved of the plan because, after trying to continue studying, she hadn't been able to carry on. Her body continued with persistent warnings, to the point where she had noticed small contractions in her chest and even slight dizziness.
With Mick's help, once in the bathroom, she undressed as the water slowly but steadily filled the tub. As soon as the university student's feet touched the warm water, she tried to forget everything during those moments, which she successfully achieved by submerging her body.
Meanwhile, the driver started preparing her girlfriend's favorite dinner: grilled salmon with soy sauce. Despite having little experience in the culinary world, he followed a recipe he found on YouTube step by step, trying not to get frustrated and following everything meticulously. Since Clara hadn't come out yet and he had already prepared everything, he decided to find a series on Netflix that they had both been meaning to watch for some time.
Y/N emerged from the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. If she thought her day couldn't get any better, everything Mick had prepared had immediately changed her mind. Mick just looked at her: he knew the girl was excited, and her eyes, though tired, reflected an emotion he had seen when he prepared these kinds of details.
"Come on, sit down, princess," the boy invited, pulling out the chair for her to sit. "All of this is for you, so just enjoy the food, even if it's not very good, and forget about everything."
Although her boyfriend was right and it wasn't by any means the best meal she had ever tasted, she appreciated the effort he had made to turn her day around; besides, the conversations, encouragement, support, and laughter they shared were the best she could accept from Mick.
After cleaning up the mess, the couple lay down on the girl's bed. Y/N rested her head on Mick's chest, and he gently stroked her hair. In those moments, there was no need for words or any other action to know how the other felt at that moment.
Y/N Y/L/N felt secure and, especially, calm, caring less and less about everything she had to study, Mick was aware that he was risking catching a cold, something that wouldn't bode well for his profession, but at that moment it was the least of his concerns. Minutes later, embraced by the warmth of the blankets and each other's arms, sleep invited them to join its embrace.
"Tomorrow will be a better day, especially if I have Mick by my side," wandered through Y/N's mind before Morpheus embraced her in his arms.
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WIP excerpt from the one where Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this.
Only Kal would manage to get his DNA stolen on a planet called “Earth”, of all the godsdamned stupid places.
Might as well just be named “The Planet” or something, she swears.
“All three it is,” Kara says, waving open her wall storage and grabbing her rice pot out of it. She only has the one because she's never had to cook for anyone else in her life, much less anyone who was staying with her, but she'll make it work.
Somehow.
Can't be any worse than pulling off mission-critical military maneuvers in shit conditions with untried and under-trained new recruits, she figures.
. . . though she is admittedly more prepared for that situation than this one, if it comes to it.
Look, that’s just experience, alright? She’s been on a thousand maneuvers and missions she didn’t have the resources for, but Kal doesn’t get cloned every day.
Well, at least not when he’s not on incredibly uncreatively named alien planets, anyway.
Kara dumps three times the usual amount of rice into her rice pot while Thirteen hovers just outside the kitchen and Match stands very, very still beside him. Neither of them says anything else, though Thirteen looks like he might want to. He seems to be the talker, from what Kara can tell.
Or at least, he’s the one they’ve designated to be the talker. He asks more questions, and sometimes Match looks at him like he’s expecting him to ask a question. Even if they don’t necessarily get along, they seem to be cooperating at least that much.
Well, it makes sense. They’re the only other successful Kryptonian-human clones that anyone’s aware of existing, and they know cloning is illegal on Krypton, and Kal isn’t here right now. Who else are they going to rely on when meeting a total stranger?
Even a total stranger who is, technically, family.
Or at least arguably, anyway.
Her house communicator plays a familiar identifying little melody as she’s juggling her spheres of katso sauce and dried spygin in one arm while trying to dig out the last couple of bly fruit she <i>knows</i> she had shoved in the back of her cold storage, which admittedly is a bit cluttered with premade meals right now. Or . . . always, pretty much.
In her defense, she really doesn’t cook very much. Or very well. Or . . . at all, really, when she can avoid it.
She’s a grown woman and a decorated general, alright? She doesn’t need to cook if she doesn’t want to.
“Accept call,” she instructs briskly, and the communicator’s holoscreen materializes to her side. Thirteen startles slightly; Match doesn’t so much as twitch. Doesn’t so much as breathe either, though, so she’s pretty sure he was startled too. At least, that’s the impression she’s been getting from the way he’s reacted to things so far.
Avoided reacting to things, more like.
“Oh, look who’s finally calling,” she says, eyeing Kal’s image on her projected screen. He looks just barely harried and the slightest bit sheepish, and she can see a dark-haired woman who’s presumably his new wife sitting behind him in his home office wearing peculiar clothing that is definitely not Kryptonian, but also doesn’t look nearly as indecent as what Thirteen and Match both showed up wearing. She seems occupied with a reader, and keeps activating and deactivating it like she’s never seen anything like it before.
So probably the wife, yes. Lois Kal-El, née Sam-Lane, according to Kal’s previous calls. Though he also says that humans have slightly different naming schemes than Krypton does. And apparently more varied ones than Krypton does, too.
Why Kal apparently made sure his grown wife was more appropriately dressed than the children were is beyond her, though.
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LOVE BITES - Chapter II: Wrath
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f!Reader
- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! -
Words: around 15.000 (sorry)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bit Soft! Feyd (only to you!), dark romance (you also have a dark side), biting, biting wounds, blood kink, blood consumption, described murder/gore, organs (splatter?), sexual act, also bloody act (blood from others but also from you both) oral (f! reciving), vaginismus (because of rape, Feyd wants to help 🖤), mentions of rape, tongue on and in v, friction of genitals, skin licking and biting, soft aftercare, mention of sexual act, mention of wound-fucking, hate and aggression, he kills other people because of you and for you, he loves you in a dark way
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You never thought you'd have a Harkonnen by your side. Never. And then of all people, whose name everyone in this galaxy knew: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. But you soon realized that the dark world, Giedi Prime, doesn't scare you as much as you thought it would be. You were starting to like it there. But you also have to learn to live with the downsides.
Flashbacks are written in cursive.
And a big thank you to my beta-readers! 🖤
Feyds POV:
Almost as soft as butter, the blade slid through her throat. Yes, I felt a minimal resistance. Insufficient, inadequate. The smell of blood run to my nose as soon as the blade left her flesh. It was like a drug, every time. Probably the only one that could ever captivate me, ever get me hooked. Taking no real notice to anyone, she fell to the ground as I turned to the lady on my left. Seeing the fear in her eyes, which didn't interest me in the slightest, I rammed the knife into her stomach a few times. Dissatisfied. "Not quite balanced. It's the tip..." , I explained. "It should be sharper!"
I put the knife back and looked wordlessly at my counterpart. He knew what to do and went away. When I looked down, the three Harkonnen in black were already helping themselves to the fresh meat. I didn't say a word to them, ignoring the snarling noises. My eyes fell on the other two ladies, who stood trembling in front of me. "Leave now, you're finished!" , I murmured at them. "Except for the three of them, go! All of you!" But I took the bowl of paint from one woman as she walked past. "Someone else will need the paint in some minutes!" The gorging ladies seemed to feel addressed and suddenly all looked up at me. Their faces covered in blood. Until a few weeks ago I had liked the sight of them, but now I didn't. "You think I mean you? Pathetic!" , I growled at them. Disappointment was evident on their faces, followed by disgust. They hated the Na-Baroness. But I didn't care. I just wanted them to have respect for her. The way they dared to look at me right now, they would never look at (y/n). Otherwise, they would die at by hands. I didn't realize at that moment that this would be the case in just a few minutes.
The aroma of blood filled the whole room. The dark liquid seeped across the floor, the ceiling of the room and a pet was reflected in it. I remained silent, mentally preparing myself for the fight. It could be over in a few seconds or in several minutes. Everyone's body reacted differently to the drugs. I didn't notice one of the cannibals watching me. Not until she stood up and tried to put her bloody hands on my chest. But I firmly grabbed her wrists and pushed her aside. "Are you nervous, Master?" , she asked me. She didn't seem to understand my action. I glared at her angrily. "Shut up! Your friends are also quiet!" , I hissed at her and turned away. I looked towards the entrance and waited, impatiently inside, for my Baroness. Somehow I was sure she could improve my mood. The day had started well, but ever since we'd been disturbed, I'd just been annoyed. Maybe there would be enough time to...
I felt something soft downwards from my belly button. All my muscles tensed as I watched the Harkonnen lady spread kisses further and further down. Her fingers slid over the leather on my hips. I watched her for a few seconds. Not because I was sexually aroused. But because she didn't accept my words. Hadn't I said clearly just a few minutes ago that I no longer wanted the three of them? They didn't even listen to me? I growled angrily, but she seemed to misunderstand, because she didn't stop her touches. With a quick movement of one hand, I had her jaw between my hands again and pulled her up to her feet. "Can you or won't you listen to me?" , I murmured. I hadn't noticed that the other two were now also looking in our direction, having interrupted their meal. "No respect today, it seems?" , I asked further. Tears of pain gathered in her eyes. My grip became so tight that even my fingertips hurt a little. I stepped closer to her and looked into her watery, black eyes. With a jerky movement, I yanked her to the floor. A cracking sound filled the room, followed by a pained groan. I watched for a moment as she lay trembling on the floor. One side of her jaw was completely dislocated. I walked past her with quick steps and picked up the black blade.
"I haven't tested this one yet, ladies. Let's change that!" , I growled delightedly. The Harkonnen, who was lying on the ground, turned laboriously in my direction. I glanced at the others, who were slowly getting up. "BACK ON THE GROUND!" , I shouted at the two of them. And they obeyed this time. I twirled the black blade once in my hand before grabbing the injured lady by the upper arm and pulling her up roughly. I felt that I dislocated her arm in the process. "Look here, ladies!" , I murmured and got down on my knees. I placed the wounded female in front of me so that we were at the same height. Tears trickled down her face. "Tsk, tsk." , I clicked my tongue. "When you're naughty, you have to be punished. Actually, you know all about that." My free hand clutched her jaw again to keep a grip on her head. The sword cut through the black leather, across her chest. There was only minimal damage to her skin. I was almost surprised that her exposed breasts didn't aroused me. Not anymore. Her breathing was rapid, full of panic. My arm wrapped around her neck to tighten my grip on her. But to make sure she really wasn't going to bolt, I rammed sword into her thigh muscle. A scream briefly filled the room until I pressed my hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. "Shut the hell up!" , I bared my teeth. The pressure only caused me to wring her jaw even more.
A little blood collected in her mouth, which flowed down along with her saliva. I looked at the other two again, they weren't moving at all. Their only movement was their heavy breathing. With a swift movement of my hand, I cut open her chest without warning, my hand still on her mouth to stifle her new cries of pain. "You will have respect for me again! Apparently you've lost it! And respect for your future baroness!" Her jaw suddenly gave way under my firm hand and now just hung open. Impossible to move it again by herself. A disgusting sight for others. I, on the other hand, was not bothered by it.
I threw the sword to the ground and now, literally, laid hands on her. My fingertips dug into the deep wound between her breasts, penetrating deeper and deeper into the warm flesh. I tore open her ribcage with a powerful jerk. A loud crack, splashes of blood spread across the Harkonnens bare skin and clothes. Her hanging jaw dangled around with the violent movements, my hands now completely stained dark red. I wrapped one arm around her neck again to keep a firm grip on her. My other hand pushed even deeper into her until I felt the throbbing organ at my fingertips. I immediately gripped it tightly. More blood oozed from her throat, spreading over my arm and her body, mixing with her own blood from the torn open wound. Her eyes were already half rolled back, but I could feel very clearly that she was still alive. Her life was, literally, in my hands.
With my other hand, I patted her cheek, now smeared with blood. I began to smile. "How good you can be, darling.“ And with a strong tug, I removed her heart from her bleeding torso. I immediately dropped the useless body. A muffled sound filled the room. I briefly examined the warm organ in my hand before putting it aside and reaching for the black sword again.
But just at that moment, the two pets stood up and wanted to run out. I managed to grab one by the arm, but the red liquid on my hand caused it to slip out of my grip. I growled angrily, but decided to let them go. It was more important to keep my strength now.
I dropped the blade to the ground and went back to the heart. I whistled once and the overweight Harkonnen stepped forward again. Trembling, sweat on his forehead. But this did not interest me. He was already stretching out his hands and I dropped the heart roughly into them. "Clean it a little! And put it in a nice box, I want to give it to the Na-Baroness!" I smiled confidently. "Clean the sword too and sharpen it again!" I then turned away from him, bored by the sudden silence. Still breathing a little heavily myself, I sat down on the cool floor to organize my thoughts, to calm down. My breathing slowly calmed down. I looked at my blood soaked hands, wanting to touch my queen with them. When would she get here?
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Feyd was surprised by your abrupt movement, as you reached for your underwear and stood up. "You need to go. Otherwise they'll really notice that we're spending too much time in here." , you told him and took a deep breath. He watched you, as you slipped back into your jumpsuit and closed the zipper, somewhat awkwardly, at the small of your back. With a quick movement, he stood up and grabbed your wrist. He pulled you over to a small, elegant washbasin and grabbed a black washcloth. He wet it and began to gently cleanse your face. You flinched briefly as the water was freezing cold.
"Are you taking hot showers, Baroness?" , he asked with a nasty grin. "Uh-huh." , you said quietly. "We should change that as soon as possible then." , he replied. He deliberately left a little blood on your lips. From a distance, others could have mistaken it for a decent red lipstick. He also cleaned your arms, watching your arm muscles tense up to the cold water. As he had finished, you gently pushed him aside and took the washcloth from his hand to remove the dried blood from his arms now. However, without soap, the smell of blood still lingered on both of you. Especially on you, which was covered by your clothes. And you suddenly wondered to what extent others would smell it. Would it draw attention to you? Or maybe even make you look stupid? "What are you thinking about?" , your future husband asked you.
Why did he always have to look directly at you as soon as you were in thought? "Nothing important." , you tried to talk your way out of it, but as soon as you said it, you realized how stupid your answer was. Feyd growled again. Not happy about this answer. He broke away from your touch and hastily washed the rest off his fingers under the running water. "You can assume that almost everything you think about is important to me..." , he said, looking at you out of his eyes. He glanced at your necklace again, which had a small bloodstain on it, but he was sure no one would notice. "… Miss Harkonnen."
"Can the others smell it? The... the blood?" , you asked anxiously. "Ah, you've thought about that? Really?" , he asked back, now grinning again. You nodded eagerly. "I don't get my period until next week and-" Feyd's sigh interrupted you. "What did I tell you, Na-Baroness?" , he reminded you. "That it... that it doesn't matter what the others think about me," , you said quietly. "Correct!" Feyd said harshly. There was a brief silence. "You can almost do what you want. No one will think badly of you..." He dried his hands and closed the distance, except for a few milliliters, between you and him. "... especially not when you smell like blood." , he purred, which made you smile timidly. A delicate kiss connected you for a few seconds. Feyd pulled his ring off his right pinky and slipped it on your ring finger. "Wear it during the fight. Otherwise I would break it or hinder my movements." , he mumbled to himself and looked at your hand. "Come on now! I want to see you kill, Feyd-Rautha." , you smiled darkly and grabbed his arm.
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His angry expression, the powerful look of his body and movements - it almost frightened you. You looked at him with slightly parted lips and startled eyes. It hadn't been planned like this. No sooner had he murdered the last Atreides, you had rushed down to meet him. His arm, the bloody knife still in his hand, wrapped around your waist, pulling you with him as he advanced his steps. "What happened?" , you breathed, barely audible. The gate closed and you caught one last glimpse of the black and white arena. Almost complete darkness enveloped you. "Nothing that kills me so easily." You heard his raspy voice and he placed his lips on the back of your head for a few seconds as he spun around. You felt the knife on your hip.
His arms were trembling slightly, just like yours. His muscles quivered under his skin. Your hand stroked his, where he held the knife. You felt his veins, the heated skin. The cheers of the Harkonnen outside could still be heard loud and clear. You turned to face him, your hands gently stroking his angular face. His gaze was serious, his eyes sombre. But you could also see affection in them. And this was for you alone. You kissed him, full of longing. You were really afraid for a moment that he might die. You had heard Vladimirs words. It had been planned. And Feyd had known nothing about it. Betrayal, deceit.
He licked your lips as he tasted the blood on them. One arm was across your waist, the other across your neck and you knew the blade was right next to your face. But you didn't feel fear for your life. At least not at that moment. Feyd broke away from you, however, and looked at you urgently. "You're... different today." , he began. His voice was damn hoarse, like he was losing it. "What do you mean?" , you asked him, worry rising in you. His free hand rested on your cheekbone and his face came closer to yours again. "You're so... manipulative today. You snake, devil!" , he tried to make you realize. His thumb stroked your lower lip and a smile formed on it. But his bloody knife was suddenly in front of your face. "Tongue!" Feyd commanded. He gulped as your hand gripped his knife-holding fingers tightly and you slowly licked the blood of the knife. You dulled his senses for a moment. Maybe he had another drug than just the smell and sight of blood after all?
He threw the knife to the ground to press his lips hard against yours. Your vision was poor due to the darkness and you startled for a second as he pressed you against the cold wall. "You're like a sin personified!" , he growled and bit down on your jawline, then your neck. This time not so hard as to leave a mark. "Who just started committing the sin?" , you asked breathlessly, but confident of victory. And Feyd broke away from you abruptly, growling at you. Even in the darkness, he could see your playful grin. "Devil!" , he snarled, grabbing you by the wrist to pull his ring from your fingers. "Good thing you were taking care of it, sweetheart!" Your look showed indignation. "Don't call me sweetheart!" , you grumbled. "Why not?" Feyd asked monotonously as he put his ring back on. You realized that he was playing his games with you again. "Your blood tastes sweet. Your skin. Your..." , his fingers gently cupped your chin. "... nectar." Though you could barely see him in the darkness, you knew his hunter's eyes were right on yours. His perverse grin on his face. He grabbed your wrist to pull you into the building. He wanted to talk to his uncle, that rotten traitorous scum!
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He had taken a 'seconds-shower' and changed his clothes quickly. Feyd and his uncle were surprised that you were not present. Although you had actually sworn to be on good terms with the Baron, you had given him a few nasty looks earlier during the fight. But you hadn't dared to say a word. Instead, you had been very quiet, holding the binoculars in front of your eyes with one hand and covering the bite wound on your neck with the other. You heard Feyd's voice, completely disgusted, say "I ought to drown you in that tub!" "Ought?" , you asked loudly. Several eyes turned to you and Feyd was briefly surprised that you had changed your clothes. You were now wearing a black medium dress, the fabric transparent in some places ((picture below)). A wide leather chocker covered your bite wound. The Harkonnen symbol necklace flashed in the light as you moved quickly, growling to Feyd as you passed, "If you don't do it, I will!"
He didn't stop you, would have even liked to see you attack his uncle, but two guards roughly grabbed you to hold you back. "Murderous scum!" , you hissed between your teeth. "Let her go, now!" , came sternly from Feyd, yanking you from their grasp and pulling you to his side. You looked at the Na-Baron as his jaw clenched, not realizing why he was doing it. The Baron looked you up and down. And it disgusted Feyd! "Stop looking at her like that! Otherwise I'll remove your eyes with my bare hands!" You heard your fiancé growl and your face turned back to his uncle. Feyd trembled a little with rage. Unimpressed, the Baron continued to draw on his shisha. It didn't worry him one bit. "I can smell blood. Are you hurt, nephew?" , he asked after a short silence. Feyd narrowed his eyes halfway for a moment. What was that all about now? Until a smile formed on his lips and he looked straight at you.
He saw panic in your eyes when you understood what the Baron smelled.
The blood of the dead cannibal on you and him. In a matter of seconds, you told the Baron that you were menstruating. The corners of his mouth pulled up a little, nodding in understanding. "The woman's body..." Feyd began, his fingertips gently cupping your jaw and he briefly kissed your lips. "... a true marvel of nature." "Perhaps that explains her arrogant behavior today." Vladimir chimed in. Anger rose up in you again and you tried with all your might not to let it show. It was difficult to admit it to yourself, but it would be better for you to leave now. Otherwise blood would flow through your hand this time. "Go to my chambers, Na-Baroness." Feyd called after you as you turned away from the Harkonnen. His gaze now serious again as his eyes met Vladimir's. "You have your pets for your lusts. You are forbidden to touch each other until after-" "She is my betrothed!" Feyd hissed back. "She'll rule with me as soon as you're out of the picture! Everyone will know her name! She will bear my child one day! And not one of those whores, understand, uncle? It's my birthday... let's say she's one of my gifts." "Gift? Her? No, I have other gifts for you."
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There was a knock on your door. "(Y/n)?" , you heard the voice of your favorite Harkonnen. You got up immediately and he came in. "How did it go, the conversation with him?" , you asked him as the door closed behind him and exhaled audibly. "It was fine." , he simply replied. Whether it was a lie or not, he couldn't answer himself at that moment. Your eyes were on his face, thinking, and you swallowed once. You didn't know what to say. The situation had just been too awkward for you and you had preferred to leave. You had been afraid that Feyd might be upset. But, so far at least, that didn't seem to be the case. "Come here!" , he said, barely audible, and pulled you into a gentle hug. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. He gently placed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your back. "Why are you here and not in my chambers?" , he asked in a whisper, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and perfume mixed with the whore's blood.
You released yourself from his pleasant grip and sat down on your bed again. "I wanted to leave you alone for now. That wasn't very easy for either of us earlier." , you explained to him. The warrior squatted down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. "And that's why you think you have to leave me alone?" , he asked you. "You're someone who calms me down when I'm annoyed or stressed, don't you know that?" , he laughed softly and looked deep into your eyes. Your cheeks flushed and you couldn't suppress a smile. It made you happy to hear those words. "Look..." Feyd began and you could see that he was thinking hard. His eyebrow muscles tightened and he pressed his lips together a little. It was difficult for him to find the right words when it wasn't about hatred and enmity.
"... who decided to want you as future Baroness of Giedi Prime?" , he asked, now looking at you with steady gaze. The question momentarily overwhelmed you. "Y-you?" , you said hesitantly. He nodded. "Who came back to your home planet to fight for you? To confront the other man who also wanted you as his wife?" Feyd's eyes literally bored into yours. His eyes were so fixed on yours that it became uncomfortable and you didn't know where to look. "You. You, Feyd. Even though we'd only known each other for a few days at that time." , you remembered. "Even, unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to murder him." , he added. The Harkonnen leaned his forehead against your breasts. "But it felt damn good to see him lying bloody on the floor. Knowing that I'm better than him!"
His fingers stroked the black mesh fabric of your dress. On closer inspection, he could see the blood underneath it. The blood his uncle had smelled earlier. Feyd kissed the spots gently and his hands tightened around your waist. He felt your hands placed on his cheeks though, making him look at you. "You were almost killed by your own weapon today."
The Harkonnen saw the concern in your eyes as you changed the subject. "I mean no offense, but I really was afraid for your life for a moment." Feyd realized in that moment that you really liked him. In some way. And he realized, almost painfully, that you were probably the first living person in a very long time to feel something positive for him. Something like compassion.
He saw tears gathering in your eyes and he remembered how the dying whore had cried too. No, he didn't want you to feel that feeling. Fear. "But the Atreides wasn't close enough." , he whispered, wiping a falling tear from your face with his thumb. Feyd rose to place his lips on yours. Not firmly and demanding, like after the fight. But gentle, as if you were made of porcelain, which the Harkonnen could break into a thousand shards with one wrong move. His hands slid just as gently over your back, pressing you onto the soft mattress to lean over you. His arms went under your back, pulling you up a little to press your turso against his chest. "You don't need to fear for my life, my Baronesse." , he whispered into your ear and one hand detached your chocker from your neck to spread kisses there too. Your slender fingers nuzzled his neck and Feyd purred softly, enjoying your lovely touches on his skin.
"I don't mean any offense, Feyd." He quietly heard your voice again. He hadn't been able to understand it at first, because no one had ever worried about him before. At least not like you. "I know, it's all right." , he whispered back, his lips tracing down to your cleavage. "Are you even in the mood?" , he asked you, wanting to make sure after your emotional outbursts that you were really in the mood for intimacy. He didn't just want to use you, your body, for his own desires. Not the Na-Baroness.
When you agreed, he pulled your body higher up to your bed with ease, resting your head comfortably on the pillow. It was important to him that you felt comfortable, and not just because of your traumatizing experiences. In general, at his side. He wanted to position you perfectly beneath him as you quickly pulled him close to kiss him. "Come here now!" A comforting warmth spread through his body. Knowing what beauty desired him at that moment. His hands stroked your bare legs, pulling the mid-dress higher until his fingers touched your underwear.
He noticed that you had changed your previous panties for something skimpier. "You don't have to do that!" he said, amused. "I don't find you any less attractive in boxer shorts." , he told you and his fingers clawed into the waistband of the fabric. You usually wore boxer shorts under sportswear so that they didn't show up under the fabric. You didn't want to look 'cheap'. You wanted to be treated with respect and not draw unnecessary sexual attention to yourself like a cheap hooker. And as if Feyd had been able to read your mind, his lips detached themselves from your body and his fingers from your clothes. He stood up and looked at you thoughtfully. "What have I done?" , you asked, startled, and sat up straight. "Nothing." , he mumbled and looked towards the door for a moment. "Do you have to go?" His eyes looked back into yours and he shook his head. "No." Nevertheless, he went off the bed.
"I will not leave you aroused again, my queen." , he murmured, reaching for your boots to hand them to you. You wondered what his words meant. Was it because you had pleasured yourself, even though he had forbidden it? Or because the situation this morning had generally annoyed him when you were interrupted. Still irritated, you put on your combat boots. "He doesn't want me to be with you now. He doesn't want us to see each other again until tonight." Feyd finally explained. "His words are of little interest to me. But if he realizes that I'm not in my chambers, he'll have someone come here." , he explained as you reached for your second boot. He thought about where you both could hide. Spend time together, which, at least today on his birthday, should be a matter of course. "I know where we can go. Trust me, it's much more comfortable than the hard floor earlier." , he grinned and grabbed your hand to walk out the door with you.
Watchfully, your eyes glided over the corridors, making sure that no one would see you and betray you. The Harkonnen led you into a narrow corridor, up an equally narrow, longer staircase. You didn't know this part of the building yet. Arriving in front of a door, Feyd typed in a code. "2 5 1 7 8." , he said, so that you knew the numbers as well. You entered a simple room, nowhere near as luxurious as your both chambers. But that didn't bother you. You could still see a large bed with familiar black silk bed linen. Two huge floor-to-ceiling windows lit up the room. As you stepped towards them, you could see a large part of the arena. Damn! It was high up here! Two lamps with warm light and two baroque armchairs, similar to the ones in your chambers, stood in the corners of the room. Feyd watched you as you looked out the window and scrutinized your slender figure. "(Y/n), have you eaten anything at all today? Should a servant bring you something?" , he asked you.
You turned around to face him, still startled by the height, and stood only a few centimeters away from him. His cool eyes looked straight into yours. "No, with all the excitement today, I'm not hungry." , you explained to him. "Hmm." , he said and his fingers stroked your figure. "That's not healthy, Na-Baroness." , he replied, his tone quite stern. You nodded in understanding and mumbled, "I know." His other hand patted your stomach. "Then I'll make sure you have enough food tonight."
The Harkonnen himself looked down at the black and white world. "Are you afraid of heights?" , he teased you. "Actually, a little. Yes." , you confirmed to him, with an uncomfortable feeling. You didn't want to show any weakness. You didn't notice how he looked at you when you looked down again.
"I want to be honest with you. No lies or secrets." , he said suddenly and placed you on one of the barock armchairs. He squatted down on the floor in front of you again, his hands resting on your hips. Your stomach tightened. What would come next? Wordlessly at first, he pointed to the bed behind him. "I used to fuck the whores in this room. At the very beginning of our... acquaintance. However, I soon got tired of doing it in bed with them. It was too romantic for me and it wasn't my thing at all with these women. After that, I was still here from time to time, on my own, to have a bit of peace and quiet from Giedi Prime, my uncle and all sorts of other things. I also came here a few times, after I met you at your home. To organize my thoughts and..." , a grin graced his face, though he fought it. "... and touched myself twice while I was thinking about you." You giggled and quickly put your hand over your mouth, hoping to stop then. But it didn't work. Feyd grinned wider, relieved that you took his words so calmly. "Twice?" , you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, my queen! Twice. I said no lies or secrets." , he clarified and his fingers unzipped your right boot.
His other hand pushed your other leg aside a little so that he had enough room to caress the inside of your thigh with kisses. His other hand slid higher, under your dress and his fingers quickly made their way through the fabric of your panties.
And immediately he felt the ease with which his fingers slid through your labia, as you were already so aroused. Again so quickly? Or was it still from the kissing you two had started in your chambers? Or had you been all day long? Since you both knew by now anyway that you couldn't keep your hands off each other today. Feyd didn't really care about the answer, he'd be satisfied with anything. He quickly lifted you up in his arms to lay your body on the bed. The mattress wasn't quite as soft as yours or Feyds, but still more comfortable than expected. He pulled your boots off your ankles, removed his top from his body and let it fall to the floor as he leaned over you, grumbling, to continue kissing you. He felt your soft, warm hands stroking his chest and stomach muscles, making him sigh with pleasure. You were irritated that the paint was still on his body. Didn't it wash off as soon as it dried on his skin, after he took a shower?
His fingers slipped under your mid-dress again and you suddenly heard seams ripping. "What are-" He was already holding your bottom piece of underwear in his hand. "Don't wear that. Only whores wear clothes like this, I don't like it!" He then threw the fabric into the other corner of the room. You briefly looked at the dried blood on his upper body before your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him back down to you. With quick grips, without hurting you, he had removed the dress from your skin. Your bra came off just as quickly and found its way to the floor. One of his hands found its way back between your labia to feel again how aroused you were. His wet fingers slowly slid over your pearl to tease you. You had to pull away from his lips to catch your breath. Feyd knew exactly how to play 'the woman's instrument'. His thumb, wet with your nectar, circled your pearl with perfect pressure. His other fingers massaged your entrance, but did not slide in. But, he would like to try today. Something told him that today might be a good time. At least for a try.
His lips, teeth and tongue slid over your breasts, down your stomach. "We have plenty of time now." , he murmured deeply, almost menacingly, without looking up. He felt your rapid breathing on his lips and your twitching muscles on his fingers. He didn't necessarily expect an answer from you. At least not a literal one. His teeth dug into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Occasionally harder, until a soft "Ouch." could be heard. But you didn't say anything else. You even giggled briefly. He kissed the reddened area before he placed his lips on your pearl. He purred muffled as he spread kisses over your labia. Feyd tasted what was probably his new drug on his tongue as he caressed your most private area with it. Your deep breaths were music to his ears. His hands had a firm grip on you again. Not to make you run away, but to show dominance. To show that it was him who was giving you these pleasurable feelings. He even tasted a little rest of blood on you, which he had smeared on you after killing the pet.
His fingers gripped you even tighter as he realized how much he desired you. That he had killed for you today and in the next few days, maybe hours (as he was thinking), he would hunt down the other two whores. And to give you their hearts. He wasn't sure how else to express his feelings for you yet. In more, his love bites or kisses that would adorn your skin, or trying to spend as much time with you as possible. Be it more training, a short conversation or more lovemaking. Even if he was more in the mood for the latter today. But obviously so did you. He had made it clear from the start that saying no was no problem for him.
Your body jerked violently as he bit into your pearl. "Don't do that." , you weakly uttered. "Why?" he rumbled deeply between tongues. "It... is too much." He bit again. "Feyd!" , you said, but unfortunately much less seriously than you intended. He only needed one hand to push you back into the mattress as you raised your upper body. "Down, Queen!" , he growled. His hand stayed on your stomach to make sure you didn't make any wrong moves. Unexpectedly for him, you placed your hand on his. However, the Harkonnen switched so that his hand was over yours and he interlace his fingers with yours. His other hand first stroked your thigh, then moved to your labia to extend the stimulation. He paid attention to your every breath and your soft, shy moans. How your free hand clawed into the bedclothes.
He loved how he could excite you after your start here on Giedi Prime had been rather sobering. Because of him. The Na-Baron stroked your nectar-covered labia with two fingers again as he whispered, "Can I try something, my Baroness?" Your half-closed eyes opened and he felt your hand tense under his. "No, stay calm!" , he said and rose to cover your collarbone and throat with kisses, his hand still holding yours. He felt your breathing calm down. "If you can't stand it, that's fine." , he explained in a calm voice. But he was surprised when your other hand placed on his shoulder and pushed him back down. "Don't say what exactly! But try." You didn't see him grin briefly. However, he discarded his original idea of stimulating you with his fingers as he kissed your mound of Venus. The smell of pure femininity was driving him crazy. Another kiss before he penetrated your abdomen with his tongue. You gasped in shock, but your fiancé didn't hear a 'no' or a 'stop'. For him, it meant that you were granting him. Good.
Still, he watched your every move for any warning signs. Harming you now would be bad for him and his plans.
Your muscles twitched around his organ, but it didn't feel like you were tensing up uncomfortably. He could have continued the game forever, but you asked him to come back up. Quite reluctantly, the Harkonnen obeyed you, kissing your lower lips one last time and tracing a wet trail with his tongue up to your breasts. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he knew what you wanted. "Are you lying cozy?" , he murmured. An "Uh-huh." , was the only thing you were capable of. One of Feyd's hands squeezed between the mattress and your body, roughly at your tailbone, to get a grip on you. He watched you close your eyes and tilt your head back. A slight smile graced your lips. He quickly had his cock out of his pants and your nectar immediately wet his sex organ as he slide it over yours. You both sucked in the air sharply. Even though you knew what your lovemaking-game would be like, at least for the next few days or weeks, you both savored every moment.
Feyd rested his head on the soft pillow next to your neck. His eyes half closed in relaxation. He moved his hips slowly and felt every millimeter of your pearl as his tip touched it. "Fuck." , he rumbled hoarse. His hand reached across your body to grab yours. He grabbed, your now warm hands, intertwined his fingers with yours and placed them on the other side of your head. He kissed your jawline, not feeling the need to bite you at that moment. No, he wanted to be as gentle as possible. Your hand patted his rib, you wanted him right on top of you.
When he understood and moved, you bit him hard in the pectoral muscle. Feyds sound was a mix between a groan and a grunt and he realized he was bleeding as his warm fluid immediately ran down his chest and dripped onto your body. He tried to position himself a little more upright, but your teeth wouldn't let go. They were deep in his flesh. "Devil!", he growled breathlessly. You could feel the warm liquid running down your chin, tickled the skin on your throat. Did it taste sweet? Was that what he tasted when he bit you? Your hand pulled out of his and gripped his wrist firmly as a sign for him to be quiet. You felt him press a kiss to your soft hair. He wanted you to break away from him. He wanted to taste his own blood.
And at that moment, you pressed your hands against his body with all your strength to have him lying on his back. But his much stronger hands pushed you up again, to bite you now. Not as hard as you, but it pleased him as your metallic sweet blood coated his tongue. He bit the inside of one of your breasts. "Copycat!" , came from you and Feyd paused for a second before pushing you back down. His lips kissed yours and he growled to you to lift your hip. Your legs wrapped around his hips again and you felt his cock against your flower-rose again. It wasn't long before you both climaxed and Feyd gave you another orgasm. Your bodies smeared with your both blood.
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"One more thing. I didn't touch myself when you were already here. Not even in the first week." , he explained when things had calmed down again and the two of you were lying entwined on the bed. "Okay, enough honesty for today." , you said and snuggled closer to him. He reached for the duvet and covered your body with it. You smiled contentedly. You felt his warm hand on your back again, slowly stroking up and down your spine.
You often wondered how someone like him, a feared warrior and adversary, could practice such gentle touches. He had told you that he had only ever experienced violence before you. That you had been the first person to caress him with your slender fingers and had given him a swift kiss when you had said 'good night'. When you had touched him gently, he had avoided your movements for the first few days, sometimes flinching at the unknown. But then he allowed it. It had just been strange and unfamiliar. So different. So new. So pleasant.
Did he like your touch and he returned the same gentleness, or at least similar, because of it? Because you had not yet spoken the three magic words for others. Neither he nor you. But perhaps it was still too early for that. Maybe it was your gestures and actions that expressed your feelings for each other? Not even necessarily the sexual activity. But the fact that he held your hand, that he marked you with, what he called, his love bites. That he purred in your presence and showed that he was relaxed. That he had given you a heart of flesh and blood today - that he killed for you. That he was lying next to you here and now, even though he could be doing completely different things. Gifted you with caresses and was also someone who allowed physical contact after the act had been completed. You had experienced other things yourself and had heard from former female acquaintances.
"What are you thinking about again, (y/n)?" , you heard him say unexpectedly. How did he know your brain was going crazy again? "Hm?" , you said, thinking that maybe you didn't have to answer. "You breathe a little faster when you're thinking hard. I've noticed that in the last few weeks." , he explained to you. You were shocked, but also pleasantly surprised at how much he was studying you. A sign that he was probably really interested in yourself and your bodylanguage. Of course, he also studied his enemies, but Feyd seemed to be observing you closely. Unconsciously for you. How your reactions and emotions were. How your body reacted and what you said. No matter what mood you were in. It was as if he was trying to find the right puzzle piece for everything. And when this puzzle would eventually be complete, he would probably know you inside out. Or would it ever be complete? Maybe this meant a lot more to him than three (trivial) words. Did he perhaps also need this to assess danger? To assess how and when you would attack? Or to know when something would be too much for you?
"So?" , you heard him say again. "Us." , you replied. And at the same moment you thought 'Fuck'! Why had you told the truth? Feyd pulled you away from him a little so he could look at you. "What do you mean?" , he asked, irritated but serious. His voice was quiet, probably because he was a little tired after the act. "About the future?" , he asked another question. "No, it's..." , you had to think, you didn't know how to express yourself. "Hm?" , he said, briskly stroking your jawline with one finger. "... I don't know. Everything?" "Everything?" he asked, furrowing his brow slightly and smiling uncertainly. You didn't know how to explain it. And he could tell. The strain in your eyes.
He cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer to him again. "Listen. Don't say anything now, we'll sort it out another time." , he spoke. It almost seemed as if he was uncomfortable with the situation himself. Your eyes fell on the black paint on his muscular torso again. "The paint will stay for a few days." , he now explained. "Does it bother you?" , he asked in a lower tone. "No, not at all." , you blurted out. "I like it very much." Feyds pleasant touch made you feel tired and he seemed to notice. "You can sleep. It's okay." , he whispered and pulled you even closer to him. You leaned your forehead against his chest, the warmth more than just comforting. "But don't go away. Please." , you whispered. "Why should I? , Feyd asked you. "You could be doing much more useful things right now than lying here with me," you spoke und swallowed. "You're insane!" , he said quietly, but harsh. Somehow it sounded like a 'swerve' to you. He knew very well that he could be doing something else right now. But he seemed to want to be here right now - with his Na-Baroness.
You felt his lips on your forehead again. It was a nice gesture on his part. You were silent, listening to each other's breathing. You'd always been a bit stubborn in your life, but you never thought you'd ever really break the rules. But you weren't alone in this. You both did it together 'to be together'. And you preferred that to sitting alone in your chambers, training separately from him or sitting in the library reading those boring books about Giedi Prime. You much rather heared these things explained to you by your fiancé. It was much easier to understand that way. Still, you wondered if your behavior, your breaking of the rules, would have consequences? Could the wedding even be canceled? Was his uncle only letting you now to separate you again? Was he perhaps already planning something? It's definitely possible.
You felt your heart ache at the thought. No, you didn't want to leave. You didn't want to leave Feyd. Out of reflex, you snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel the warmth of his body. That he was here now. By your side. When his hand stroked your back again, you couldn't win the battle against tiredness. "Don't go." , you whispered, barely audible, before you fell asleep.
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As you woke up, your eyes were directly on Feyd. He was sitting in one of the barock armchairs a few meters away from you. His neck was leaning so far back that you thought it might break. His eyes were only slightly open. His breathing was calm. He seemed to be deep in thoughts. You watched the play of muscles under his skin as he took a deeper breath. The black war paint, your X at the level of his heart. Your bite wound on the other side. The dried blood stuck to his skin and you could still see the traces of how it had run down. You still felt it on your lips and chin and also see it on Feyds mouth. And it didn't seem to bother the hell out of him that his own blood was on his body. That he had tasted his own blood.
'Fuck' , you thought again when you suddenly realized that his eyes were now on you. How long had you been watching him? How long had he been watching you? He grinned darkly, his eyes narrowing again briefly into a narrow slit. He was watching you like a predatory cat, knowing that you couldn't escape at that moment. You smirked sheepishly. "How long have I been asleep?" , you asked the Harkonnen, to distract from the situation. "Maybe twenty minutes." , he replied, his gaze not changing. He loved it when he caught you. He loved it when you were ashamed of it, yourself.
He stood up suddenly and walked slowly towards you. You looked up at him uncertainly, full of expectation and with wide eyes. You didn't dare to move. The only thing stopping you was your breathing. He bent down to you in front of the bed, just looking at you for a few seconds before one of his hands stroked the comforter, tracing your figure underneath. He stopped at your exposed shoulder, surprised at the coolness of your skin. His hands were so warm, you thought. His fingers continued to stroke your neck, the bite mark fiery red. He smiled at his work, although he knew that the spot would cause you a little pain over the next few days. For him, however, it was absolutely worth it. Up your cheek, slightly down, his fingertips found themselves on your lips again.
You didn't know why, but you felt like he could kill you at any moment.
Apart from the fact that he could do it at any time anyway, since he was superior to you. But now, here you were, lying naked in bed, completely helpless. Not a good position to attack from.
He looked at his blood on your lips, how it had flowed down your neck and smeared from your collarbone. His grin suddenly disappeared, his gaze became gentle. He seemed almost wistful. His eyes didn't leave yours, his lips were slightly parted. He wanted to say it, but he didn't know how. Instead, he leaned forward, placing his lips gently and sensitively on yours. His actions almost wondered you, though it was not at all the first time he had done this. He gently took your face in your hands and placed himself back over you on the bed, without releasing you. His tongue begged for admission and you let him. His fingertips stroking down your neck, over your shoulders, made you shiver pleasantly. It tickled. You felt his tongue on your neck as he kissed his way down and licked at his own blood. "Feyd?" , you asked shyly. Inwardly, however, you were horrified that he seemed to be in the mood again. You wanted a break. "Trust me. You don't have to do anything." , he explained to you. And you decided to listen to his words - to trust him.
After a few minutes, you didn't know whether you might regret this decision. His tongue and teeth were all over your torso and arms. He seemed to deliberately avoid your lower region. His bites were sometimes gentle, sometimes firmer. But not hard enough to leave wounds or bleeding marks. His lips sucked at your flesh and you knew that tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, you would be covered in bluish and reddish hickeys. Feyd didn't say a word. He wanted to let his current actions do the talking. His hands gripped your waist. "Turn around." , he said and you obeyed. His lips brushed up your spine at the level of your shoulder blades to your neck. "Feyd, what are you doing?" , you asked him. He interrupted what he was doing. You could now feel his lips on your ear.
"Am I suddenly no longer allowed to touch my Baronesse?" , he asked a counter-question and you felt his upper body rise. No, that's not what you meant. You wanted to turn around, but Feyd sat firmly on your tailbone and pressed his knees into the mattress to make himself heavier. You couldn't tell if he was just teasing you or if he was being serious. But you relaxed again when his firm grip on your waist loosened and the back of his hand stroked your spine. "Still not enough. Probably never." , he spoke as if in a trance. "What's not enough?" , you asked softly. "Love bites." , he replied as he exhaled. He stroked each of his marks and you shook again as it tickled too much. "It's almost silly that you only have one..." , you said. "... but I don't want to disfigure you." "Disfigure?" Feyd asked, pausing in his movement. "It would disfigure you! Not you me!" , you said quickly. Hoping to get out of the situation. You'd actually like to do more to him, especially after tasting his blood. But you were worried that others might see it. Especially when he was training.
Somehow it made you uncomfortable. But why? After all, others saw his marks on your skin too. "I don't really mind your... 'love bites'...." , you spoke and your hand reached for his, which he was holding propped up on the pillow. "... I just find it a little uncomfortable that it lets the others know we're already intimate. It's against the rules, against tradition." , you explained to him. He knew that. Of course he did. He had spoken to his uncle about it more than once in the last few days, and again today. Feyd layed to the side to look at you. "Who abides by that rule? Only those who don't find each other attractive." Feyd said with a grin.
Actually, you had always intended to stick to rules. Because you didn't know any other way. But with Feyd, you realized damn quickly that it would be very, very difficult. He let his eyes roam over your face, down your neck to your breasts. "It's your fault, Devil!" , came from him. "Only the devil could manage to bring a woman like you into my life and manipulate me!" "When do I manipulate you?" , you laughed nervously. "Almost all the time. Even when you're asleep!" Your slender fingers stroked his chest. You realized that you had bitten him really hard. Your teeth marks were deep in his muscle. "Then I'll give you more love bites like this one day, I promise!"
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You had applied a dark red lipstick. The color immediately reminded Feyd of the blood that had been on your body just a few hours ago. He cleared his throat to shake off the thought. "Is that too much?" , you asked him, your index finger pointing at your lips. He looked at you questioningly for a moment, but then shook his head. "No, no. Looks good." , he replied, looking at the deep red colour. "But... I like your face better without it. The way you wake up in the morning." , he added. You shook your head gently, not wanting to believe him. You heard him get up and walk slowly towards you. In the mirror, you watched his movements as he stalked his prey like a big, again.
"Here." , he spoke, barely audible, and pulled his ring off his little finger. "Wear it tonight!" Feyd handed you the ring out again. A soft "Oh." escaped your lips and you put it back on your ring finger. One of his hands went carefully through your loose hair when he noticed that you had covered up his bite wound. His hand immediately tightened around the back of your neck. "I told you not to cover it up!" , he growled angrily. His eyes moved to your breasts, where his mark was also covered under make-up. His eyes looked angrily into yours. His grip on your neck tightened until you contorted your face painfully. "Feyd, you know I'm doing this because of your uncle!" , you told him, hoping his grip would loosen, but it didn't.
The Harkonnen in front of you stepped even closer to you and hissed at you what his uncle had to interest you in this regard. "What if he sends me away?" , you asked, still in pain. "He won't send you away 'just' because of our intimacy! Are you afraid of looking like a whore or what? I've never bitten them! Everyone here will know those bites are mine when you show them!" , his voice murmured and his grip loosened slightly. You nodded shy, but didn't say a word. Still in shock of his action. Feyd saw the uncertainty in your eyes and immediately let go of your neck. He cleared his throat, he hadn't meant to touch you like that. "Apologize, (y/n)." , escaped his lips very weakly. "However..." , he spoke now and reached for your make-up remover wipes. "... I want it off." His hand grabbed the back of your neck again, but much more gently. You felt the cool cloth remove the make-up. It slid down to your breasts, where he also removed the make-up. "Tsk." , he snarled.
"You know, once you're Baroness, it won't just be a few bites." , he said, a slight smile gracing his face. "You call that 'a few bites'?" , you asked, confused. Even a little shy. "You'll be covered with my teeth marks completely, I promise." , he murmured, leaning down to gently kiss the bite on your breast. You exhaled audibly, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck and your cheek rested on his skull. For a brief moment, you close your eyes and enjoy his now gentle touch. But you pulled away from him and looked at yourself in the mirror again. "I'm not sure about the jumpsuit, because I already wore it this morning..." , you mumbled to yourself. "Don't worry so much." Feyd said to you. You continued to hesitate. "Please give me another five minutes." , you told him politely and walked quickly towards your closet, while Feyd sat down on your large, comfortable barock armchair and continued to watch you. He didn't feel like saying anything.
"I'm not really a fan of dresses, but I have two or three that might look good. I have a red one, made of velvet." , you explained to him. He raised his eyebrows in interest. "Like the wrapping on your gift today?" , he grinned. You looked at him briefly over your shoulder, then at the box on your bedside table, which someone had placed there while you had been away. "Don't forget to open yours later." , you smiled at him. "I won't." , he replied as you turned back to your clothes. Without saying a word, you pulled out the dress and looked at it thoughtfully. An "Ohh." came from Feyd and he stood up expectantly and walked towards you. His fingers briefly felt the soft fabric. The length went all the way down to your leg-calf (with two slits at the sides), with a V-neck at the front like your jumpsuit and a deep neckline in the same shape at the back. The sleeves were long and tight-fitting. "Can I wear this or is it too-" "Put it on." , he interrupted you. He was sure it would suit you. There was a knock on the door. Again.
Feyd walked up to it and opened it. "Na-Baron Feyd-" "What is it?" , he asked, annoyed, as you disappeared into the bathroom to change clothes. "The guests have asked for you when-" "I can be there whenever I want. I'm not even forced to attend my own celebrations." , he replied angry. His counterpart was unsure how to answer him. But Feyd now asked how he knew that he had been in your chambers and not his. He was told that he had knocked there, but no one had opened the door. So perhaps he could have been with the Na-Baroness. Feyd nodded understandingly. "Not a word to the Baron about this, do you understand?" , he growled madly and his counterpart replied in the affirmative. Then he closed the door, totally annoyed by the guests and his uncle.
When he turned around, you were already standing in front of the mirror in your dress. Feyd grinned darkly when he saw that it showed off his bite wounds on your back. "Wear that! It looks fucking beautiful on you!" , he murmured, but deliberately kept his distance from you and leaned against the door. Yes, he was good at showing you off. "And don't talk back, forget what others might think about you! They should be more worried about what you might think of them, future Baroness!" He looked at your silver necklace again as you approached him. You had reapplied your perfume, he sniffed. He liked that scent on you. Feyd took one look at you from top to bottom and one corner of his mouth lifted as if by magic. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do anything about it. "Let's go, Na-Baroness." , he purred, took your slim hand and walked out of the door with you.
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His arm was firmly around your waist throughout. But you could tell that Feyd had little appetite for the event. You had been here for about an hour and you had exchanged a few words with more Harkonnen than he had. They really seemed to have respect for you, which relieved you greatly. Your fiancé put your hair aside in between, so the other men could see his mark on your neck whenever they looked at you for too long. You didn't miss his behavior, but you didn't want to say anything about it now. Feyds eyes kept returning to his uncle, who was also watching you both. You were partly uncomfortable being watched by him after he had said those words about you. "He said everything is fine here. We're allowed to spend time together here, so let's do it." You heard Feyds voice. His grip briefly loosened from your waist to take your hand and place a pleasant kiss on your knuckles. "Let him be upset, it won't change anything." , he continued.
But he paused when his eyes suddenly caught sight of his two, still living, pets. "Who invited them?" , he growled softly, glaring at the ladies. Your hand still in his, his grip now tighter with anger. You looked over at them, they had also put on nice clothes and were holding a glass of champagne or something similar. Their eyes watched your every move. "Let's get out of here!" Feyd growled angrily as he wondered if this was a bad move on his uncles part. Had he already realized that he had murdered a lady? "No, it's not that bad." , you tried to reassure him. "Don't let those women spoil your birthday, hm." , you smiled and gently pulled him back to you. "I don't want them here!" , he spoke angrily. "Ignore them." , you whispered reassuringly and stroked his arm. You put your head on his shoulder, hoping it might relax him a little.
But you noticed how his muscles suddenly tensed up completely. You looked up at him in amazement and waited for a reaction. You followed his gaze and spotted Vladimir again, his look so disgusted by you that it startled you. What was his problem?
Your eyes wandered back to your fiancé and his gaze was so hateful, like he was about to slaughter everyone in the room. "Feyd, come with me." , you said and gently pulled him outside. When you were alone in a corridor, you stood in front of him and unclasped his wrist. "Feyd, what did the Baron say today when I left?" , you asked him. You could hear the concern in your voice. The man you spoke to only looked at you for a few seconds. His eyes flicked over yours thoughtfully. He was trying to concoct a believable lie in his head. "What do you mean?" , he asked, trying to buy time. "You know exactly what I mean!" , you answered him. Calmly, but firmly. "I realize that you and him don't have a good relationship. But you've never looked at him it the way you just did. At least not in my presence." , you explained.
Your arms crossed in front of your chest, avoiding his eyes for fear of his answer. You felt uncomfortable in the presence of his uncle. "Listen..." , he started after all. He didn't want to lie at that moment. The truth would come out eventually anyway. He would keep his answer short but direct. "... he is of the opinion that women have nothing to say. Not even a Baroness. She's really almost only there to provide a successor. But-" , he paused for a moment as he looked at your startled face. "But I don't think so. I've thought like him all these years, but not since I met you. I want you to be in charge with me once he dies. I want more from you than just getting you pregnant. I want you by my side as my baroness. And I already knew that when I spent the three days at your home. And that's why I came back here in the morning. To organize my thoughts and-" Feyd interrupted himself when you suddenly hugged him.
Feyd stood still at your sudden action, before he also put his arms around your body. One hand slowly stroked your bare back, feeling your spine. But he stopped moving again when you spoke up. "I was so scared when I was told that a Harkonnen was my future husband. I was so scared when I heard your name. I was scared when you stood before me for the first time and I somehow had to exchange words with you. Even though my people were once allies of the Harkonnen. But that was so, so long ago." You felt him laugh briefly. Oh yes, he had known that you had been afraid of him. It had almost been funny, the way you had tried to hide it. Funny for him, in a dark way.
"And yet I quickly preferred you to... my other husband option." , you continued. Feyd hadn't known this, but because of his ego, he had been pretty sure that you would choose him. Even though that decision was also in his hands. What a 'coincidence' that you had chosen each other. "I treated you badly the first week you arrived here, I know. It's because my uncle kept trying to convince me that a Baroness isn't worth anything. And I didn't know what to do at first. But then I decided against his words! That's why he doesn't want us to see each other so often, and you know this!" With every word he said, his voice became more serious and angry. It seemed that Vladimir Harkonnens death was the only solution. Feyd would certainly not find this difficult, quite the opposite.
If you were lucky, you'd spend half a day together once or twice a week. Or a few secret minutes, when the time of day didn't matter at all. Mostly the nights, even if you only slept tightly together. And you just realized that today, after about a month, you spent a whole day with your fiancé here on Giedi Prime for the first time. And that was 'only' because it was his birthday and his uncle was probably turning a blind eye today. Normality would return tomorrow.
You might watch him train for a while, or just bump into him a few times in the corridors. You wouldn't talk to each other then, the risk of Vladimir finding out was too great. Most of the time, Feyd would stroke your arm or press a kiss to your lips, cheek or forehead as you walked past. Sometimes he ended his training early to check on you in your chambers. To give you at least a quick hug, to feel you somehow. If only for a minute. All this was supposed to change after the wedding, but just a few days ago you had talked about the fact that this might not be the case. As long as his uncle was in power, he could decide. Feyd had asked you more than once last evening to sleep with him in his bed that night.
But since you thought that the Baron would expect it anyway, because of Feyds birthday, you had given in and agreed. You had slept in Feyds bed more often than your own in the last few nights, but you were still worried that Vladimir would find out. And Feyd knew it. You probably wouldn't say it, but you had respect for the Baron. In an uncomfortable way.
Actually, your relationship was okay, he didn't insult you or anything like that. At least not in words. You had had the feeling from the start that he didn't like you somewhere. But you couldn't explain why this was the case. Then why had he considered you as a wife for his nephew? Because of your people's past?
You broke away from Feyd and the Harkonnen looked at you questioningly. You were almost dizzy from all the confusing thoughts. So many questions and no answers (yet?).
"Let's go back inside. Before they realize I stole you from your own celebration." , you smiled, trying to look more cheerful again. He felt your hand take his and he intertwined his fingers with yours. "We'll stay for another hour or so, all right? And then you'll get your gift first! I'm almost afraid I'll forget to give it to you." He pressed a kiss to your temple without words as you re-entered the great hall. "Something to drink?" A lady in front of you suddenly asked, holding a tray with various drinks in her hands. You reached for a water with ice cubes, Feyd opted for a slightly alcoholic drink. "Pregnant, Na-Boroness?" Your counterpart asked with a joyful smile. You swallowed yourself immediately and Feyd struggled to stifle a grin. "No, no." You explained, still coughing slightly. "Not yet." , he added, squeezing your hand briefly. "I think the offspring will be beautiful when the time comes. Na-Baron, Na-Baroness." , she said as goodbye. You were still a little perplexed. Was it just a nice joke because of your drink? Or did she think you were already intimate, even before the wedding? Or did she even _know_ because of your bite wounds. Yes, you knew exactly why you wanted to cover them up earlier!
"Do I look pregnant?" , you asked the Harkonnen next to you. He thought the question was a joke at first, but he immediately realized from the look on your face that you were serious. "Have I put on weight?" , you continued to ask. "No, (y/n). To be honest, I even have the feeling that you've lost some weight," Feyd explained to you. He quickly pulled you to a snack bar and took a chocolate between his fingers. "Here, I'm sure you'll like this." You tried to take the chocolate from his hand, but he pulled it back. Shaking your head but grinning, you opened your mouth and he put the sweet chocolate on your tongue. Yes, it tasted good and you grabbed two more. "You haven't anything at all today!" , he spoke rather sternly. You shook your head. You hadn't felt hungry at all from all the feelings. "But neither have you." , you replied. Feyd grinned again as you put the second chocolate between your teeth. "You seem to have forgotten. But I had a good breakfast and enjoyed some snacks in between." You stopped chewing and looked at him with wide eyes. You didn't know whether the praline melted on your tongue because of your saliva or because of the heat that shot into your head at that moment. Satisfied, Feyd reached for a chocolate for himself. "No. Sweet, but not as sweet as your nectar." Completely perplexed and ashamed, you stepped away from him. He looked after you for a moment, confused, knowing that he had left you speechless again. And he was proud to see your flushed face.
He watched as you stepped out onto the large balcony. Another Harkonnen also watched your movements, then looked questioningly at Feyd. A buddy of his. He walked up to the Na-Baron and asked what was wrong with you. "Everything's fine. Literally!" , the Na-Baron winked and greeted him with a friendly handshake. "Are you sure? Your fiancée just had a very red head. Did something happen?" "Happened? Oh, a lot happened today. And it's not the first time she blushed today either." His buddy grinned understandingly. "Do you two get on well? She makes a rather quiet impression." , he pointed out.
Feyd thought about how to answer the question for a moment and looked at you standing on the balcony, gazing into the night. "She's a warrior. She knows how to handle knives and swords. And she knows how to defend herself without weapons. Thankfully, she's not a spoiled little princess like my other choice. She may have a quiet character, but she's got a damn dark inside. Just what I need. Just what Giedi Prime needs... don't underestimate her." , warned the Na-Baron.
Yes, a warning.
No one should offend you! He didn't even stop at the few friends he had. And he noticed it in Feyd's suddenly gloomy look. His eyes narrowed into a slit. "What do you think of me, Feyd?" he asked sternly. "I haven't forgotten that you once asked me if you could borrow my whores. If you look at the Na-Baroness once, even for a second, with certain eyes, I will throw your head at her feet." Feyd growled.
What was wrong with him today? He hadn't felt this emotional for a long time. No matter what emotional state. And he didn't know whether this was good or bad. The only thing he knew was that you triggered feelings and emotions in him that he had never felt before. It was affection and well-being, but also a kind of anger and hatred. He liked holding you in his arms or lying on your chest himself. Your gentle touches, like the kiss on his shoulder this morning. Something he had never thought about before, because he didn't know that these feelings even existed. He had always thought that something like 'love' was an extremely stupid fantasy. Stupid talk from weak people. But ever since he knew you, something happened inside him. Especially today. And he was almost certain that it wasn't just because he had touched you sexually several times today.
"What did she gift you?" , his counterpart asked him. Feyd cleared his throat once to push his thoughts aside. "She'll give it to me later. If you mean something material." Feyd spoke casually, rather uninterestedly. Gifts were irrelevant to him. "Material?" , his buddy asked. Feyd grinned perversely at him. "She has good body." Was his reply. Understanding punched him in the shoulder. "So that's where her reddish spots on her back come from?" "Not just there." Both men looked at you again briefly. "Is she good?" , echoed in Feyd's ears. "She... she's reserved. But I can understand why. After all, strictly speaking, we shouldn't even be intimate yet. But that doesn't bother us." he explained with dignity. "What, she's not blowing you or what?" , the other asked in astonishment. Feyd shook his head emotionlessly. "No, not yet." , came out of his mouth just as emotionlessly. "Then she's boring." His, now presumably soon-to-be-former buddy Farris laughed, as Feyd growled menacingly at him."I said the reasons are understandable! Didn't you listen to me?"
If looks could kill.
"She was ra- get out, get out!" Feyd corrected himself. "But! You can have the two whores, the pets." , he hissed, pointing at the ladies on the other side of the hall. "I don't need them anymore." "Why?" , he asked, visibly irritated. "I have a fiancée now... that's nothing new, really." Did he really have to explain? "So what? Does it make a difference?" Feyds eyes pierced him. The anger in them clearly visible. "I want to be loyal. After all, this woman is going to give birth to my child!" he growled between his black-stained teeth. The other man raised his hands in appeasement. "What about the other one? The third one?" Feyds angry expression changed. He smiled slightly. "I killed her today." , he answered the question. "I just felt like doing it." He added. "So suddenly?" Farris asked. Feyd actually had to think about it for a moment. Had he really only intended to do it today, or had he felt like it before, but unconsciously? "I don't know." , he answered honestly. "But it had to happen today. Just be glad that the two of them were able to escape. You can claim their bodies now, for a few days. After that, I'll kill them!" , he growled. "Now, go!" Baffled, he left the party. Picking a fight with the Na-Baron here and now would only make him a murder victim himself.
Shaking his head, Feyd also stepped onto the balcony, enjoying the cool air that caressed him. "My baroness." , he greeted you and his hand came to your lips to give you another chocolate. "Yes, if this keeps up, I'm going to look pregnant." , you laughed and let the chocolate melt on your tongue. His blue eyes scrutinized you from top to bottom. 'Maybe I don't mind, that' he thought. His hand rose and his fingers stroked your back again. His bites and hickeys on display. Oh yes, the guests knew you were his property. Even now, before the wedding. The pleasant scent of your perfume reached his nose and he placed his lips on your neck. "You're... very affectionate today, Na-Baron." "Ah, and now in the evening, is that a problem, Na-Baroness (y/n) (y/l/n)?" , he growled back.
"No. Not at all, actually." he heard you whisper. His eyes looked up at you and he thought he could feel your pulse as he reached for your wrist. He kissed your neck again, directly on your wound. You wouldn't have admitted it at that moment, but the wound was actually starting to hurt a little. Especially when you turned your head. Maybe it had been better to have removed the make-up after all. "But your blood tastes like dark chocolate." , he purred against your ear. Laughing for a moment, you freed yourself from his grip. What a bad charmer. "The candy made me hungry, I'm going to get something." Feyd let you pass, a slight smile still gracing his lips. He licked it, taking in the slightly metallic taste.
But his reasonably good mood evaporated when his now, still unknowingly, re-given Pets entered the balcony and stood next to him. "What do you want?" , he asked, annoyed. "I think I've made it clear enough to you today that I no longer require 'your services'." Before one of them could answer, he said: "I 'handed you over', by the way. Maybe five minutes ago. To my buddy Farris. He wanted to borrow you once before, but I said no." he explained, as if he were talking about the weather. "What? Why didn't you say no now?" one of them asked angrily. Feyd couldn't believe his ears and looked directly at the two ladies.
His eyes fell on the glasses in their hands. "How many glasses did you have tonight? Are you trying to forget what happened this morning? Or do you not even realize that there are only two of you now?" It almost hurt Feyd to say these words. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to such stupid creatures. "Maybe you'd be quiet now if I'd fucked the other one in the wound while she was still alive and fondled the Na-Baroness's pussy! Killing her in front of you and ripping her open, it seems like, wasn't enough!"
Just then you stepped back onto the balcony, your plate filled with some sauces and dough-pieces. Your eyebrows immediately drew together and your eyes wandered between him and them. Waiting for an explanation. "Bacause of her." Feyd said, pointing his finger briefly at you. He took the small knife from your plate and pointed it at the two female Harkonnen. "I don't need a big and pointy weapon to take your lives now. I wouldn't even need the knife here. It would be just as easy to rip your arms out with my bare hands." he continued, always in a monotone. "But I don't feel like causing a bloodbath now. Bon appétit, ma chère." , he said as he put the knife back on your plate.
"And now fuck off! I've kicked Farris out too. You're welcome to keep him company." Feyds smile was not amused. It was full of mockery. And disappeared as soon as the two pets left the balcony. You snorted angrily and took your first bite. "Should I have broken their arms or ripped them out now?" Feyd asked you. A little disappointed by your reaction. "No, their heads!" you growled with your mouth full. Feyd watched you for a moment, remembering what he had just said to his buddy. 'A bloody dark inside'! His eyes fell on your dark red lips, remembering how you'd bitten his pectoral muscle so hard today that it had started to bleed. "Do you like it?" he asked, with the irony in his head. You nodded. "Very much. I'll get something else in a minute. It's good to eat something now." You took another bite. A light breeze blew, making your hair move a little in the air. "Let me know if it's too cold." , he stated. "Not so far, all good. It's actually quite pleasant." You leaned your head against his shoulder again as a loving gesture. But you immediately stood up straight when you saw how many people were watching you through the glass. You stopped chewing in shock. Some smiled, others looked at you with interest. You were a little relieved that no one was giving you a dirty look. Or maybe you just couldn't spot anyone. "What is it?" Feyd asked, amused. "There were a lot more Harkonnen looking at you this morning. And... you looked more interesting then. Nothing against your current outfit." "I look more interesting in sweatpants and with my hair unkempt just because I wasn't wearing anything on top?" , you asked with a confused look. "For me, yes!" , he teased you. You hastily finish the last bite on your plate to distract yourself somehow.
The Harkonnen realized that he should actually change the subject. "Do you want to go swimming later?" he asked you as you gulped down your food. "Swimming? Here?" Your eyebrows went up and you looked at him again. "Mhh, a thermal." "Oh, wow. What haven't you shown me yet?" , you asked a counter question. "There are still a few things." , he pondered. "I don't have a bikini or swimsuit yet." Feyd remained conspicuously silent. When you looked up at him again, you saw another perverse grin. "Am I supposed to be in under- Oh!" you whispered, understanding. Feyd nodded mutely. "No... no, I can't do that." "Why can't you do that, Na-Baroness?" you stammered. Feyd asked, tilting his head. "I got some clothes from the chambermaids a few days ago. Maybe there's something suitable in there, I haven't even looked at the clothes yet." you said, thinking about it. "Well, then let's relax in the hot water later." , he said firmly as fireworks sounded again and the area turned a soft turquoise and blue.
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A little later, you went back inside because it was getting too chilly for you. It was nice and warm inside. You had settled down on one of several large black leather couches. You both didn't feel like sitting at the table. The guests should have realized by now that you two really liked each other. Feyd wasn't afraid to touch you or kiss you anywhere. One of his hands was always somewhere on your body. You were only aware of three people who had a problem with this. His uncle and the whores. And you were both sure that it wouldn't change with any of them. You had first sat down next to Feyd, but he had immediately pulled you onto his lap. This made you a little taller and his head leaned on your cleavage. Your calm breathing relaxed him and even made him a little tired for a moment. But he hadn't forgotten that he still wanted to go to the thermal with you. Your fingers stroked his neck and he enjoyed the gentle touch.
You observed the many guests who were spread around the room and everyone was talking to everyone else. "You know what?" he interrupted your silence. "What?" you asked with interest. "All the ones you see here. All the ones you saw in the arena - they'll do as you say." , he began to explain. "You can order them to do what you want, they'll do it for you. Maybe question something and ask you if you're really sure of your opinion. But if you say yes, they will follow your request, my baroness." He felt your fingers stop stroking him. You looked at all the guests, read your eyes wandering through the hall. You remembered the Harkonnen crowd from the morning. You realized, almost unpleasantly, that you liked Feyd's words. You would, with him, be in charge. You smiled darkly. Feyd noticed your reaction and pulled your head down to kiss you. "Maybe you'll dream about killing my uncle tonight. You can tell me about it tomorrow." , he joked darkly. "Tomorrow?" , you asked and the smile disappeared from your face. "Ah fuck..." he mumbled. "I'll... I'll arrange something. We usually manage that. Most of the time. Sometimes." The Na-Baron looked at his uncle. The hatred for him was growing stronger by the day.
Especially since you've been here. He destroyed your alliance. Alliance? How could an alliance be formed if you could only see each other every two days or three? Mostly for a few minutes. Secretly.
You heard him growl. And it wasn't the kind you heard when you were intimate. It was an angry, hateful one. "Shhh. Stay calm, my baron." you whispered, trying to calm him down. "He's destroying everything! I should have let you kill him when the guards no longer had you in their grasp!" , he bared between his dark teeth. "I didn't have a weapon." , you decided, taking part in his words. "You could have rammed his smoking pipe down his throat or into his skull!" , growled your fiancé. "Hmm..." , you thought about it and looked briefly at his uncle. The back of your hand caressed Feyd's cheek and he took it to hold yours in his hand, feeling his ring on your finger. Your hands were quite cold, as they always were. He had wondered early on whether there might be a health problem behind it. "... Then I'll try to dream about it, my future husband." , he heard your voice. “Let’s get rid of all the creatures that stand in our way!” Feyd spoke as if he were in a trance, but his tone was aggressive. “But now...” , he began, pushing you from his lap. “...Let’s go swimming, relax at the thermal!” As soon as he uttered the words, he was on his feet, pulling you by the wrist behind him. You said only fleetingly goodbye to the guests you, but rather Feyd, knew. Some of them you didn't know, but you were sure it would change.
You noticed Feyd turning around in between. "What's going on? Is someone following us?" "No. But it wouldn't be untypical for my uncle to have a spy sent for us," , he explained. "Especially since he knows we've spent a lot more time together today than we're actually allowed to," , you added with a sigh. "Don't think about him. Not today, not now!" Feyd spoke as you both arrived outside your chambers. "I'll pick you up in ten minutes," , he added. "But I hope you don't have a swimsuit." You wanted to punch him playfully, but you didn't. Fiancé or no fiancé. He was still the Na-Baron. Instead, you rolled your eyes grinning nastily and closed the door behind you. You didn't know Feyd was standing on the other side for a few more seconds, breathing in the last whiff of your perfume.
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I'm currently thinking about you both actually killing the Baron. On Arrakis? Personally, I was almost surprised in the cinema that Feyd didn't stab him or slit his throat when Vladimir was lying on the floor. Do you want me to change that?
And yes, he deliberately hasn't told you about Arrakis yet. (And he said „no lies“ bla bla…)
Also, I would love to give you some Harkonnen (girl)friends. I have the feeling that the Reader is pretty lonely without Feyd. Would you be okay with that?
What happens in the next chapter:
Probably petting in the thermal & you biting him until he bleeds again, talking about marriage and having a child, inferior Feyd to you (he talks about feelings), very soft intimacy (no bloody bites at this time, him being super slow, to savor the moment), he will tell you in his mother-language that he has feelings for you (thanks to @belovedbastardremus 🖤), thunderstorm and rain in the background, death of his two pets (described - blood & gore! + wound fucking & sexuell touch on you - blood on you both again), obsessed Feyd (unhealthy), probably stalking, disagreements between you (you will use his words "no lies or secrets" against him - because you know more about him as he thought), you will cry, Feyd also briefly(!), his uncle will be very shitty to you both... 🤫
(⬆️ Order not completely correct, I have to write the chapter first...)
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Shouq reached out to me to help with her fundraiser. She is urgently raising money to help she and her family rebuild their lives and access basic necessities. She has made €0 out of her €50,000 goal! Please donate and share, and if you can't donate, please still share!!
From Shouq's GFM:
Hello, my name is Shouq. I have organized this fundraising campaign in the hope of helping me and my family, consisting of my husband Mohammed, 30 years old, my daughter Mayar, 7 years old, Kareem, 4 years old, and my youngest daughter Hajar, who is only one year old. My family and I have been living in extremely difficult conditions in Gaza since October 7th, where we have been displaced from our home three times.
The first time, we left our home to seek refuge with friends, and then the neighbouring house was bombed without any warning. We then moved with the family to the Al-Fakhoura school run by the UN agency for refugees. After that, the IDF asked us to flee to southern Gaza, Rafah, and eventually, we ended up in a tent.
My family and I suffer from food shortages, especially my one-year-old daughter Hajar, whom I cannot breastfeed due to malnutrition, lack of proper food for me, and the unavailability of infant formula. She has developed curvature in her feet due to malnutrition.
On one particularly difficult day, while preparing food over an open fire, the pot containing the food fell to the ground, causing burns on Hajar's feet and hand, resulting in severe pain for her for several weeks due to the lack of proper treatment because of the restrictions imposed by the occupation and siege and the lack of resources.
The period of suffering we are experiencing began in the winter. We moved the children to a friend's house, then to a shelter school, and then to a completely unsafe tent that did not protect us from the biting cold, as rainwater fell on us, and the air was cold, especially for the children. We also suffer from the lack of a bathroom for bathing, so we use a bucket and cold water due to the lack of electricity or gas to heat the water. We cook food if we find any over firewood.
My children are the most precious thing my husband and I have. They were happy in life with them, and I used to take pictures of them to keep beautiful memories of their growth stages. We never imagined that our children would grow up in deprivation, hunger, and the sound of shells.
We never imagined that our lives would be like this. We used to have happy times, me and my family, and our life was beautiful and peaceful in Gaza, where we had a car to spend enjoyable times, which was also bombed. My husband used to work in a company and had a steady income. We had a home to shelter us, but the war deprived us of that.
Your donation and sharing our story will greatly help us rebuild our lives provide the necessary protection for our children and meet their basic needs for food, treatment, and necessities.
Thank you for your support, for listening to our story, and for helping us during this difficult time.
For direct communication with me, you can reach out to me on Instagram.
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Thanks for all the prompts you guys sent. I'm definitely not going to be able to hit them all at once. But I'm going to try to get to at least one or two a day...
Up first with @everfascinated's prompt.
It's Monday and I'm really feeling it lol Can Obi-Wan relax with your fav Jedi/Mando/clone? I'm working for the weekend, someone needs to just sit and read or have a nice day with people they love
Some Obi-Wan & Quinlan.
Obi-Wan glared at his interloper, currently looming over him and holding Obi-Wan’s datapad over his head. “What are you doing?”
“You are going to give me an ulcer,” Quinlan said. “Literally. An ulcer. I can feel it growing right now.” He pressed his free hand against his stomach and let out an exaggerated groan. “I never thought you were capable of such cruelty.”
Obi-Wan wasn’t amused. In the slightest. “I need to finish the report for my latest mission, Quin.”
“You need to take a break before you break down. This may come as a surprise to you, but things like fatigue and stress do affect you the same way they do the rest of us.”
Obi-Wan sighed. “Quin. My datapad. Give it to me.”
Quinlan scoffed, turned off the datapad, and stuck it in his belt. “Not a chance.”
Obi-Wan had somehow forgotten just how supremely irritating Quinlan could be. How he’d managed to forget that was something of a mystery, because Quinlan was… Quinlan. Apparently the back to back missions he and Anakin had been sent on the last year were getting to him. He didn’t know why he was being ‘specifically requested’ so often, but he’d really prefer it stop happening. “What do you want, Quin?”
“I want you to relax. For an evening. That’s it.”
The thought filled Obi-Wan with longing. As it was… “I can’t.” He had already received a message requesting that he and Anakin prepare for another mission in three days, there was too much to do in the next three days to relax. Mace had been apologetic, but the request for Obi-Wan had come straight from the Senate.
Beyond that, he’d agreed to teach several hand to hand courses for the senior padawans—which was less hand to hand and more how to fight dirty—had several meetings with Senators from former missions, and a meeting with the council.
“You can, actually,” Quinlan said. “Aayla is inviting Anakin to join her and a few other padawans for a night in the holo-room for the night. Star gazing, supposedly, but we both know that’s just code for gossip. That means the two of us are free for the night.”
“I’m not going cantina hopping, Quinlan.”
Quinlan rolled his eyes. “Give me some credit, Obi-Wan. I know when you’re in a cantina hopping mood. I have deigned to suffer this evening, all for your sake, and we’re going to do something you consider relaxing.”
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest, because this was sure to be good. Quinlan didn’t know the first thing about relaxing in a way that didn’t include chaos.
Obi-Wan would be lying if he said he didn’t at times egg Quinlan on, but he simply was too drained to do so.
“In this theoretical situation where I give in, what, exactly, do you plan on us doing?”
Quinlan’s expression shifted into one of exaggerated long-suffering. “We are going to watch the prime-time recording of the Phantasma Opera.” He shuddered. “I borrowed the recording from Windu and stole some tea from Depa and…” He paused for obvious emphasis. “I raided Siri’s kitchen for the little sugary monstrosities that you like. I risked my life for this evening.”
“Siri’s going to kill you,” Obi-Wan said. His mouth watered at the thought of the Alderaanian Delights Siri hoarded. “How about this, you give me those Alderaanian Delights and I get back to work. You can consider your mission accomplished.”
“Nope,” Quinlan said easily. “It’s everything or nothing.”
Obi-Wan was too professional to pout, but it was Quinlan; Quinlan had seen him do worse. He pouted.
Quinlan was unfazed. “So, I’m stealing your datapad and setting up in your quarters. You can choose to join me or you can languish here in the archives.” Quinlan sauntered away.
Obi-Wan groaned and buried his face in his arms on the table.
He was so tired.
Quinlan was such a pest, really. Obi-Wan didn’t know how he put up with him.
He forced himself out of the chair.
Quinlan was wrong; Obi-Wan didn’t need a break. But… well, Quinlan had clearly gone through a great deal of work—risking Siri’s wrath on top of it all—to give Obi-Wan a break. And he really had wanted to see the Phantasma Opera for quite some time.
He made it to his quarters to find Quinlan sprawled over his couch, Phantasma Opera queued up, tea steeping, and Alderaanian Delights in a box on his chest.
Obi-Wan forced Quinlan to move his legs before he sat down. “I need my datapad back.”
“Tomorrow,” Quinlan said. “I’m teaching your class on fighting dirty, already cleared it with the Masters—who were quite pleased to have an expert Shadow, by the way—so you have time then.”
Obi-Wan stared at his best friend, because tonight had been… appreciated for the intent behind it, but some part of Obi-Wan had been on edge trying to figure out what to do with the time he was losing. This… this was more than he had thought he could ask for. Some of his tension released.
“Thanks Quinlan,” he said quietly.
Quinlan smirked at him. “Don’t thank me too soon. I’m going to tell all of the padawans about the time you won a cantina fight because you freaked out the Duros smuggler by threatening to bite him.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “Have I told Aayla the story of the time we almost poisoned Yoda when we brought him the wrong type of frog as a life day present?”
“Not yet,” Quinlan said, a gleeful look entered his eyes. Mostly because the story was more hilarious than embarrassing, Master Yoda had been delighted by their ‘murder attempt’. “But you can tell her tomorrow at dinner.”
Obi-Wan thought about protesting, but with Quinlan taking on Obi-Wan’s classes, his whole day tomorrow was suddenly free; he could spare another evening with Quinlan.
He leaned back against the sofa and relaxed as the Opera started.
His tension faded away. For the first time in ages, Obi-Wan just… relaxed.
Kark. Quinlan had been right; he was going to be absolutely insufferable.
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Sweet on You, Chapter 5
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Story Summary: HERE
Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: None for this chapter except enjoy!
(Divider by the superb @theradioactivespidergwen !)
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How does Italian sound for tomorrow night? I was thinking Casa Italia over on 51st.
You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the text notification from Matt on your phone.
He had apparently texted you several hours prior but you had been busy taking notes for Mr. DiStefano during a meeting with an important client most of the morning and had just gotten a second to breathe before having to go pick up lunch for the partners (because God forbid they be willing to pay a few extra bucks for delivery and tip instead of sending you to go fetch it).
That sounds great, you replied. What time and where did you want to meet?
You put your phone back into your pants pocket and gathered your purse, then stopped by your boss's office. “Excuse me, Mr. DiStefano, I'm heading out to go pick up your lunch.”
Mr. DiStefano nodded. “As soon as you get back I need you to input the payments that came in this morning and bring the checks to the bank since you didn't do it earlier.”
Your eye twitched. The reason you hadn't done the deposit yet was because right after you had signed for the incoming checks and the courier had left you had been called into that 3-hour meeting. As it was, you'd barely had time to lock the envelopes in your top desk drawer and forward the main phone line to voicemail before Mr. DiStefano was exaggeratedly sighing while looking at his watch.
You plastered a fake smile on your face. On top of still needing to do the day's deposit you also had to transcribe the notes you had taken during the meeting while they were still semi-fresh in your mind, return phone calls, forward voicemails, schedule more meetings, and prepare and send the day’s invoices. “Of course, sir.”
You continued down the hall towards Mr. Williams’s office, passing the doorway without stopping when you heard him and Mr. Abbott laughing together in Mr. Abbott’s office.
“...So then she goes -- she goes, ‘oh, okay’ and drinks it anyway!” Mr. Abbott was saying. “Dumb as a box of rocks, but at least she had a nice rack.”
You rolled your eyes before stopping in front of his office. What a tool.
You knocked on the doorframe. “Excuse me, Mr. Abbott?”
Mr. Abbott paused and looked past Mr. Williams to you. “Yes?”
You fought to keep your smile. “I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm just letting you both know that I'm going to go pick up your lunches now.”
Mr. Williams, who had also turned towards you once he realized you were in the doorway, nodded.
Mr. Abbott dug his wallet out of his pocket and handed you a laundry pickup ticket. “While you're out, pick up my dry cleaning for me. Thanks, dollface.”
What you wanted to say was ‘fuck you and your fucking dry cleaning’ but instead you forced yourself to remain calm. “Sure thing, Mr. Abbott. Mr. Williams, do you need anything else while I'm out?”
Mr. Williams glanced at Mr. Abbott briefly before looking back at you and shaking his head. “Not at the moment, no.”
You nodded. “Okay then, I'll be back soon.”
Your smile dropped as soon as you turned away from the doorway. There goes any chance of me having a lunch break. At least by some miracle all three of the partners had ordered from the same restaurant today so you (probably) wouldn't be late getting back.
You took a deep breath. It'll be fine.You got this.
You made sure that the phone was still forwarding to voicemail then headed out.
You waited until you had gotten down the block a ways before you took your phone out of your pocket, pulled up your contacts, and pressed the dial button.
You put your phone up to your ear as it began to ring.
“Sky’s the Limit Tech Consulting, this is Roxanne,” said the voice on the other end.
You smiled at the sound of Roxy’s voice. She was the little sister you had never had -- despite your 11-year age difference the two of you had grown close over the three and a half years she had worked at DiStefano and Associates. “Hi, Rox.”
Roxy said your name. “Oh my gosh, hi!”
“Is this a bad time?”
“For you? Never. Just give me a second.”
You heard Roxy set the phone down and close her office door.
She picked the receiver back up. “Okay, I'm back. What's up?”
“I just needed someone to vent to for a minute.”
“Still haven't replaced me and Tab yet, huh?”
You sighed deeply. “No, and it'd be one thing if they'd at least mention advertising your positions, but I haven't even heard a peep. I'm honestly starting to feel like they aren't even going to bother replacing you, because why go through the trouble of replacing the two people they lost when they can save money by just running me ragged instead?”
“I'm so sorry, I feel terrible leaving you by yourself. Maybe I should have stayed there instead of accepting my position here.”
You shook your head. “Nope. Not hearing that. You worked your ass off in order to earn your master's degree so you could get your dream job in Silicon Valley. You didn't know Tabitha was going to get fired 2 days after you left New York or that DiStefano was going to decide that 1 assistant was enough for all 3 of them.”
“Still, I feel bad leaving you to have to deal with all 3 partners by yourself.”
You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that she had been absolutely useless, it had almost been worth having Tabitha around just to distract Abbott from hitting on and making gross, sexist comments towards you. “Ugh, yeah. Abbott just ordered me to pick up his dry cleaning while I'm out getting the partners lunch today and called me ‘dollface’.”
“Eww.”
“And DiStefano pulled me into a 3-hour meeting this morning in order to take notes then made a passive-aggressive comment about me not having done the daily bank deposit yet.” You sighed. “At least Williams hasn't sexually harassed or made me feel incompetent yet today, but since the day’s only half over there's still a chance!”
Roxy groaned. “Girl, fuck them. Why don't you just quit?”
You shook your head. “You know I can't, not if I want to eat and keep a roof over my head while trying to help my mom with her hospital bills.”
Roxy hummed. “Speaking of that, how's your other job going? Found you a hot, rich ‘companion’ yet?”
You grinned as you thought about Matt. “Actually, yeah, I have.”
Roxy gasped. “Hey, that's great! So what's his name?”
You bit your lip. Roxy was the only person who knew about your S&S profile -- after all, she was the one who had gotten you to join -- but your contract made it clear that you wouldn't reveal the nature of your relationship with Matt to anyone. “I can't tell you. He wants to be discreet so he had me sign a contract saying that I won't tell anyone about him and me.”
“Ooh, is he a celebrity?”
You huffed out a laugh. “No, he's an attorney.”
“Married?”
“Nope. Or at least, he told me he was totally single.”
“And you believe him?”
You thought about how honest and genuine Matt seemed to be so far. “Yeah. Yeah, I actually do. He doesn't seem to be trying to hide me in particular, just how we really met and what our arrangement consists of.” You paused. “Anyway, it's really new. We met up for coffee on Saturday and had dinner together Monday night. He took me to Okinawa.”
Roxy whistled. “Okinawa? Wow, he must be loaded. When are you seeing him again?”
“Tomorrow night after work, actually. We're going to Casa Italia.” Which was again a very nice restaurant but thankfully wasn't nearl y as expensive as Okinawa.
“Ooh, nice. Fingers crossed that everything works out for you and that he doesn't turn out to be a creep.”
“Thanks. He seems really sweet so far.”
You slowed as you reached the restaurant from which you were picking up lunch. “I gotta run, but thanks for listening.”
“Hey, any time. Let's FaceTime soon, okay?”
“Okay. Bye, Rox.”
“Bye.”
You hung up and repocketed your phone, slightly disappointed when you didn't have another text from Matt waiting for you.
Even though your arrangement was strictly business, he made you feel like you mattered -- which was way more than you could say for DiStefano, Williams, and Abbott.
“Hey, how did the emergency hearing go?” Foggy asked as Matt walked into the office.
“The judge granted the retrial,” Matt replied with a relieved sigh. “Now we just have to finish reviewing the rest of the evidence to find everything else we need to get Conrad's conviction overturned.”
He’d had to go to court first thing that morning for an emergency hearing -- a new client of theirs who had been wrongfully convicted of first-degree murder in the double shooting of his former fianceé and her then-husband (who had happened to be a U.S. senator) had been scheduled to be transferred from Rikers to a federal penitentiary in three days, but luckily while reviewing the case Matt had discovered a major discrepancy in what the responding officer had testified to on the stand versus what the police report had stated and managed to convince the judge not only to a retrial, but also to delay the transfer so Matt could have access to his client.
Foggy sighed. “You’d have thought that Sanders would've caught that, especially since his trial notes included what Officer Stanton had stated in his initial report.”
Matt shrugged. He had found in his and Foggy's years of law practice that most of the wrongful conviction cases they had taken on (and won) was because some harried public defender had botched their clients’ cases because of overlooked details (or in more than a few cases, just not caring since they weren't getting paid extra for it). “It happens. Either way I'm sure we'll be able to find what we need.”
“Yeah.” Foggy paused. “So hey, how was your date on Monday? Things were so crazy yesterday that I didn't even get to ask you about it.”
Matt smiled. Even though it hadn't actually been a date he had genuinely had a good time with you and was looking forward to your next evening out. “It was good.”
“And? I want details, man!”
“There really aren't many details to share -- she met me over here, we walked to the restaurant, had a nice dinner, then said goodbye and went our separate ways.”
“That’s it?” Foggy sounded disappointed. “Guess that means no second date then.”
Matt grinned and shook his head. “Actually, we made plans for tomorrow night before we left the restaurant.”
He took his phone out of his pocket and turned it back on. “Which reminds me…”
He waited for it to boot up and smiled when his phone announced that you had replied to his earlier text confirming your plans for dinner.
He tapped at his screen and waited as it read off your reply. “ That sounds great. What time and where would you like to meet?”
He tapped the ‘reply’ button. “ Is 7 PM at the restaurant okay with you?” With the retrial being granted, Matt knew that he would be staying late at the office since he needed to prepare.
“That sounds fine,” his phone dictated when you replied a few seconds later. “I'll see you then.”
“At least tell me about her if you're not going to give me specifics about your date,” Foggy said. “What does she do and is she hot?”
Matt chuckled. “She's an office assistant at an architectural firm not far from here and I really wouldn't know if she was hot, but what I do know is that she's nice and that we have a lot in common.”
“So when can we meet her?”
Matt shrugged. He wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable with his and your arrangement before he introduced you to his friends. “I don't know yet. Maybe in a few weeks? Depends on how things progress.”
He shook his head. “Anyway, let's get busy. We've got a trial to prepare for.”
#lotmf writes#Sweet on You Masterlist#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x f!reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x you
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Monkiefam: Part 0
Midnight Malaise
(Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two)
It doesn’t particularly surprise the troop when you sneak out of your room. All three of them are fully aware that you often wander around at night like this. They know that you aren’t getting enough rest, that you aren’t eating properly.
The house is silent, save for the occasional rumbling snore from Wukong. You’ve been told to never leave your room at night- but that’s more of a suggestion than a stone-set rule. Really, as long as you don’t leave the bounds of the house, they have no trouble with your little late-night adventures.
Even the garden outside isn’t off limits, as long as you don’t go past the fences.
And beside- it’s peaceful tonight. It’s no more dangerous than taking one little stroll out in Megapolis to see the moonlight.
…you’ve come to miss Megapolis. The mountain was absolutely enchanting at first, but that was back when you thought that being here was merely a choice.
Before you had asked one of the monkeys to bring you home, and received a very firm “no”. And then went and asked the other two, only to receive the same answer twice again.
Before all that, Flower Fruit Mountain had been lovely and welcoming.
You sit at the bottom step of the stairs, taking a moment to grab both of your shoes, wishing you had something a little sturdier. But anything that would hold up outside the soft soil of the flower garden was kept well out of your reach.
And even then, these compliant and squishy sandals are sometimes hidden to keep you inside.
MK finds you before you’ve even got the first shoe on. The kid peels it out of your hand and tosses it against the other, knocking them both into the wall.
He settles down on the same step and leans against you, pressing into the warmth offered by skinship. It’s a habit of his, a desire for touch- he’s incredibly trigger-happy with affection. The hero leans his head against your shoulder, taking in the scent of you. You smell of linen and soap and home. Too much time spent hiding in the laundry room, buried under mounds of fresh blankets and warm sheets. Something that helped to remind you of simpler days. It makes him smile, how comforting that scent is.
“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” No malice. No anger. Just love. And a strong note of worry.
There’s no point in lying. If you’re up this late, it’s because you want to go out to the garden and lay among the flowers and pretend that you’re anywhere but this sacred mountain.
“…I wanted to get some fresh air.”
“Not while it’s this late. It’s not safe.” He’s pretty firm about this- there’s too much worry to consider other options aside from the frequent “no” you always seem to receive. He looks at you and speaks, his voice almost reverent with love. “Instead, how about I make you a bowl of noodles and then you go to bed?”
“…I’m not really all that hungry, MK.”
“Yes you are.” He’s even more firm with that response. “I’m not asking if you’re hungry, I’m telling you. It’s been three days, Y/N. This isn’t healthy for you at all!
MK doesn’t give you a further chance to respond, just scooping you up and and walking off to the kitchen. This might’ve been harder for him, once… but you’ve lost a lot of weight during your stay.
Sitting you into a cushioned chair, MK’s humming quietly as he prepares the noodles. A well-learned cook, he’s picked up on a lot from his lessons with Pigsy- who is often stern with his training. But, even in something such as this generational cooking, you can see the kindness and gentleness MK possesses.
So you stay there in the chair, almost patiently waiting at the table. The most you do is quietly drum your fingers against the wood. Although you’re not too big on eating lately, you aren’t really brave enough to argue with the members of your ‘family’.
“It’s ready!” He slides you a bowl of steaming, delicious noodles- the savory and herbal scent alone is enough to make your mouth water. He nudges the bowl closer. He’s clearly put a lot of care and effort into making the meal, and he’s not leaving until you’ve tried it. The kid looks determined, and a little bit upset?
Maybe he’s just that worried.
With a sigh, you reluctantly tuck into the noodles and take a few deep bites.
It’s not that they’re bad. In fact, they’re objectively pretty delicious. You just… haven’t had much of an appetite lately.
MK beams at you, watching with a soft smile as you eat. “Do you like it? I made as close to Pigsy’s as I could!” He gently nudges the bowl closer, trying to get you to eat even more.
“…it’s good,” you grudgingly confess, quickly finding that your words come out slurred. There’s… something herbal in here, I think…?”
“It’s a dash of ginger for warmth and good sleep,” he says, voice cheery to mask his omission. A half-truth reaches your ears, MK leaving out the real ingredient: a ground sprig of valeriana jatamansi, it’s sedating impact enhanced by growing beside the mystical rivers of Flower Fruit Mountain.
And if you had known that, you would know that Sun Wukong had coordinated this plan with MK, giving him the herb to grind down and add to your bowl.
And after just half the bowl, your eyes are fluttering and the chopsticks waver in your hand.
He rushes forward, practically tearing the wooden sticks out of your hands before standing you back on your feet. “Bed. Now.” His voice is uncharacteristically firm, urgent. He’s a lot more serious now, almost desperate. His worry is evident in his tone.
You try to dig your feet into the wooden flooring, attempting to pull free from his grasp. “N-no, I won’t. L-let… let go.”
MK’s grip is a surprisingly strict one, though he’s quite soft while doing it. The kid’s strength only really comes into play when someone’s health or safety is at risk. He’s stronger than he looks. More importantly, he’s worried enough to drop his usual gentleness. His grip tightens, dragging you behind him as he moves onwards.
He leads you; not up the stairs to your room, but across the house to Wukong’s.
“Heh. Finally got ‘em to eat something, bud? Good job,” he says, lightly ruffling his student’s hair. “I’m proud of you.”
And MK nearly buckles at the knees, overloaded with warmth and happiness. It’s only the fact that he’s holding you now that keeps the boy from throwing himself into the affection being offered.
“Alright, both of you- get in and get comfy. We’re sleeping in tonight.”
MK tosses your nearly unconscious form to his mentor, who then tucks you in nice and tight. “There’s one of my kids… come on bud, you’re up next!”
With a gleeful laugh, the affection-seeking boy squishes in beside you, throwing his arms all around your waist.
Wukong’s chest rumbles with a deep and contented purr, nuzzling you against his fur. He bears the scent of peaches and wildflowers, sun-beaten grass and sweet honey. “Hey there, cub.” The simian’s voice is both gentle and warm, the same as the arms he wraps around you. His entire body radiates a sense of protection and safety.
“Feeling sleepy?” The Great Sage asks, one ginger-furred hand hand cupping your cheek so he can tilt your head to him.
Without a word, the simian studies your face, wearing a sad, fond smile. He can sense your unrest, your deep sorrow, the anguish of your separation from the home you adored. His ancient heart aches with worry. He’s wanted to hug you, to hold you, to ease your sadness with the power of his embrace for so long now…
And all it took to get you here was one little herb…
It’s certainly not something that he or his student will ever regret.
#Platonic Yandere#Yandere Lego Monkie Kid#Yandere LMK#Yandere MK#Yandere Sun Wukong#Monkiefam#TW: Drugging
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today was the day. the day you had been waiting for, endlessly thinking about every night, it had finally come. your first ever date with heeseung.
never in a million years would you have thought that heeseung would ask you on a date, but now that he had, everything felt otherworldly and surreal to you.
in your head, you planned to come a couple minutes early, to mentally prepare yourself so you adjusted your dress, touched up your makeup or examined your face in the mirror while waiting for him.
“how much longer do i have to wai—”
“boo!”
you let out a high pitched scream at the voice behind you while heeseung was trying his best not laugh at you.
“did i scare you?”
“you fucking did.” although you were mad at him you couldn’t deny the fact that he looked extra good today.
his hair was the perfect balance of messy and neat while the sunlight kissed his cheeks capturing a golden hue to his face. he wore the simplest clothing but tied everything together with his bracelet and necklace.
obliviously, you found yourself lost in a trance of him before he tapped your shoulder,
“you good? come let’s go to the spot i chose.” looking at him, you wished you could frame his smile in your heart for an eternity.
the place he chose was perfect— it was right under a large tree which provided shade from the bright sun and wasn’t too secluded from the rest of the park nor over crowded with people.
admiring the area, you didn’t even realise that heeseung was setting up the blanket and the food he bought. unknowingly, he took his time and carefully laid everthing neatly on the ground just for your reaction.
"heeseung, you brought so much food!"
"haha .. it's not that much, i'm glad you like it though."
you noticed the fact that he shyly put one of his hands behind his neck when he answered you, it seemed habitual. you unconsciously giggled to yourself about how cute he was while mentally noting it down.
“let’s sit down and eat.”
both of you engaged in a quiet yet peaceful silence while asking each other a few questions here and there that by the end of it you had learnt so many new things about him which you would have never thought of.
the fact that he has an older brother who he plays basketball with, his favourite animal is a hamster because all his friends say he looks like one (according to you he does too), he lost three teeth at once when he was little because he was hit by a football and that he loves admiring nature and taking walks by himself.
time went by like minutes with him and you wanted this moment to last but you knew that the two of had to eventually part ways.
“i had a … great time.” his voice paused in the middle and he took his hand behind his ear, again. is he nervous because of you?
“me too! see you tomorrow heeseung.”
he waved one last time before turning so his back was in your view while you went home that day with the widest grin you’ve had in ages.
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husband!din djarin x wife!reader
summary: din’s got a bad case of breeding kink WC: ~1.7k
content warnings: smut, breeding kink, creampie, pet names, post season 3, no use of Y/N
You’re just settling into your new home with Din on Nevarro. The past few days have been a blur. The Mandalorians reclaimed Mandalore and you were absolutely sure that’s where Din wanted to settle down with you and Grogu. But shortly after your wedding ceremony Din told you that the three of you were leaving for Nevarro.
“But… why? You just reclaimed Mandalore… Isn’t this where you wanted to live? you asked, as he prepared the Razor Crest for takeoff.
“At one point yes but now that we’re a family… I think we should live elsewhere… Karga’s got a place for us there.”
“Really?” you asked, in disbelief that you’re going to have an actual place to call home with Din.
“Yes, cyar’ika,” he said, turning around and grabbing your hands, “A place for us to be a real family.”
You nodded and felt the happy tears spring in your eyes. He squeezed your hands and went back to preparing the ship. You scooped Grogu into your arms and leaned back in your chair, watching Mandalore get smaller underneath you as you left. You left the treacherous atmosphere and entered space, before Din made the jump to lightspeed. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine your new life together on Nevarro. Your stoic tin man could be a real softie sometimes.
That was several days ago. You’ve been spending your first few days back on Nevarro settling into your new home; a small house on the outskirts of town. Complete with a pond full of frogs in the front for Grogu. You’re in yours and Din’s bedroom (still a strange concept to you; a real bedroom for the two of you) decorating when you feel Din’s presence behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and your neck flush against his chest.
See, Din has a small problem that he hasn’t told you about yet… Becoming your riduur and this new, domestic life on Nevarro unlocked something within him. And realized he wants nothing more than you on your back, legs spread open for him with his cock buried in your cunt, pumping you full of his cum.
You’ll be doing dishes in the kitchen, hips swaying as you hum yourself. And Din will watch you and think about how he could grab your hips, bend you over the sink and take you right there. Or you’ll be on the couch, in your pajamas, reading something on your holo-pad. He’ll notice the way your soft thighs are pressed against each other in your pajama shorts.
But the worst is when you hop in the refresher together and he’ll see the way the water beads up on your tits and the way you lather them up with soap. His mind goes elsewhere and he thinks about them full of milk and how sore you’ll be and how you’ll need help relieving the tension and oh Maker, he’s got it bad.
These are the kinds of things he thinks about while he strokes his cock when he’s alone in the refresher or next to you in bed after you’ve fallen asleep. He’s hesitant to tell you about his new fantasy because he’s not sure how you’ll react. You’ve never talked in depth about the possibility of having kids together. But now that you have a stable place to live it’s all he can think about; living a quiet life with you and watching you grow round with his child. It’s all he wants. And you find out about it by accident.
You’re on your back, thighs spread apart and legs hooked over Din’s shoulders. His helmet is off and you’re looking deep into each other’s eyes. He tears them away for a second to gaze down at your tits which are bouncing deliciously with each of his thrusts and imagines them full of milk. And he’s gone, bursting his load into you in complete bliss.
“Kriff, Din,” you gasp.
He’s pulled out of his daze. “Hmm, what is it, cyar’ika?”
“You came inside me! I don’t have an implant, remember?”
“Oh… sorry,” he says, sheepishly.
“It’s alright. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you sigh.
He kisses you and whispers another apology against your lips. You can’t stay mad at him for too long.
After your little afternoon delight, you decide to get dinner started. Grogu’s down for a nap. You’re standing at the kitchen counter cutting vegetables, feeling Din’s release slowly seep out of you. And to be honest… you don’t hate the feeling.
Din went into town to grab a few more things for dinner. He spent the rest of the afternoon replaying that moment in his head; the moment he came inside you for the first time. And now he doesn’t think he could go without that feeling. He arrives home, sees you at the kitchen counter and his eyes immediately gravitate towards your waist. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You stop cutting vegetables and lean into his touch.
“I have to tell you something,” he says softly.
“What is it?” you ask, turning to face him and gazing up into his visor.
“...I want a baby with you, cyar’ika.”
Your mouth falls open. This is so sudden. And you’ve never talked about kids of your own before.
“Oh, Din. I don’t… I don’t know,” you say, truly confused.
“Please, cyar’ika,” Din begs, falling to his knees. He rests the bottom of his helmet against your thigh, visor peering up at you with what you can imagine are the most pleading eyes under the helmet. One of his hands caresses your thigh and you sigh.
“You’ll look so pretty carrying my warriors.”
“Is this really what you want?”
“More than anything.”
“Okay,” you nod.
He couldn’t drag you to the bedroom fast enough. He pulls you from the kitchen and into your bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed gently and starts pulling off your pants.
“What about dinner?” you ask.
“We can eat later,” he says hastily, removing his armor piece by piece.
You giggle and sit up to take off your shirt. You hear the hiss of the modulator and look over at him, never getting enough of the sight of his face. He looks over at you with the hungriest expression on his face while he slips off his flight suit. You lay down on your back and Din hovers over you, bringing his hand to the inside of your thigh, trailing it up to your cunt. You spread your legs for him and let him stroke your entrance gently.
“I’m gonna take good care of you, cyar’ika,” he purrs.
You moan in response as brings his head to your cunt, licking a slow stripe up it. Your hands find his hair and tug on it a little, begging for more. He swirls his tongue around your clit in a rhythmic motion. He hums into you, sending vibrations through your core. He hooks his arms around your thighs and brings you closer against his face. You moan at the new and more intense sensation. You feel your core tightening in anticipation of a big release. With one last lap of his tongue you’re coming against his face, soaking the lower half of it completely. Pleasure washes over you in erratic waves as you ride out your high. Din laps up every last drop of your fluids before commenting on how good you taste.
“You taste so good, mesh’la,” he murmurs before bringing his face by yours. He kisses you as he looks gathers your wetness in his hand, spreading it on his cock. He gives it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. He enters you slowly and sighs at the sensation of your warm, wet cunt enveloping his cock. You hold your breath as he stretches your walls. He buries himself at the hilt, the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix. You exhale and relax as you expand to his size, feeling completely full. He places your legs on his shoulders and leans forward, folding you in half into a mating press. You moan at the deeper angle of his cock and feel tears spring in your eyes.
“It’s so big, Din,” you whine.
“Yeah, you like that, mesh’la? Want me to fuck a baby into you just like this?”
You moan in response, too cock drunk to form complete sentences. He chuckles and picks up the pace, driving his length into you with more force. He notices your tits bounce with each slam of his hips and reaches to suck on one of them, releasing your nipple with a loud pop. He moves to your other nipple and does the same thing; lick and suck at it until it becomes a stiff peak in his mouth. He pulls his head back and he gazes down at you with loving eyes, bringing one hand to the side your face and caressing your cheek. You feel yourself arrive at the brink of orgasm, core tightening as the pleasure stirs in your stomach. You come undone around him, moaning loudly as your orgasm overtakes you. Your cunt clenches him like a vice bringing him to the edge, too. He fucks you through your release which prolongs it further but he feels his balls tighten and he knows he’s about to cum.
“Cum in me, Din. Fill me up,” you pant.
Those words pull his orgasm from him in an instant, coating your insides with his cum. The tip of his cock is tucked into your cervix, pulsating against it. He comes with a loud groan and closes his eyes in bliss before pumping into you with a few more strokes until he goes soft. He stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his cum. He kisses you and whispers, “Thank you, cyar’ika. I’ll take such good care of you when you’re carrying my warrior.”
You kiss him back and whisper, “I know you will, Din.”
You stay there like that for a while with him still inside you until you hear Grogu waking up from his nap and fussing in his room. He pulls out of you reluctantly and starts to get dressed. You go to get dressed, too, wanting to resume dinner but he stops you.
“Rest, riduur. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Okay,” you sigh.
Sure he wants you to rest… but you’re also certain that he wants you to lay down to ensure all of his cum stays inside you. You get the feeling that you’re not going to be leaving this bed for a long time, not until he’s absolutely sure his seed has taken and you’re carrying his baby. You’re not complaining though.
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the story of mandate (conclusion)
Part I is here. Here is the completely signed magazine.
I went to a Paul event thanks to my dear friend @elrohare and I was a woman on a mission. This was my holy grail, my twelve labors of Hercules, my ultimate sacrifice of good sense, my Mandate, if you will. Paul is a man of constant sorrow who's seen trouble all his days. Paul had not known trouble until he saw my face again a mere two months after his last time.
Unlike Gene, who will randomly set a date to hand out his crap for hilarious prices, Ace, who will appear at any 500-1000 seater across the country and balefully advertise his meet and greets onstage, and Peter, who will roll out of bed every six months for a horror convention, Paul does his events at Wentworth galleries across the country. Paul is basically like Pokemon Red's Porygon. You can get him, but he'll take everything you have.
I was prepared. I had done the legwork and the paperwork. Part of my purchase included an autographed item. (Please note that this is not nearly the entirety of the, uh, Paul Stanley Experience, if you will-- this is only the Mandate aspect of it. There was more!)
Paul remembered both of us. "It's been awhile."
"Yeah, couple months, since February, yeah." I'm actually sort of not shocked he remembered us since neither of us look like typical KISS fans. There is also a very large height difference between us, so we are distinctive. We talk. I manage some conversation, some of which is sort of funny. But I'm not here to provide Paul with wit and candor. I'm here for Mandate, which he has already by that point seen the back of even with me trying to cover the naked men in the tub with my phone. He has already also seen the front of it, with its doodled-on-by-Gene cover. He has seen it open, because I had to set it down in order for us to take our picture together. He has probably spent the whole rest of our conversation leading up to this determining what to say to the lone weirdo that has not given him RARO, his solo album, his other solo album, the KISS comic book (mint condition), or various and sundry other KISS collectibles.
He has hit on it. He gestures to the president of Wentworth who is, incidentally, the one that's borrowing my phone to take our pictures. He comes closer as Paul shows him the magazine, along with me.
"Gene drew on it [the front cover of my copy]," I say.
"Mandate... this is the very first magazine we were ever in." (Peter said the same thing in his first book. They are both technically incorrect, but far be it from me to correct Paul Stanley on things that happened before I was born-- and to be honest, knowing what I know about how slow it could end up being to go from writing a feature for a monthly magazine to it actually being published, it wouldn't surprise me at all if they'd done the magazine some months prior to it being on the shelves).
"Our manager at the time said he could get us into a magazine. We didn't know it was a gay magazine. I mean, whatever you're into, but... ["I wasn't," basically, though I don't know if he said those two words specifically]....." as he flips, completely needlessly, through the pictures, sort of slowly, until he gets to page eight and page nine, where all three of his bandmates have signed in black Sharpie. "Of course, they blew me [the photo] up. ... And Gene drew on it."
I finally manage to pipe up.
"Yeah, Gene texted you about it, purportedly, anyway...."
"Yeah, he did."
"He did? Really?"
He looked like he was weirdly thoughtful. Well, sounded like he was. Maybe even a little bit amused. I had a hard time looking too hard at him while this was going on, and I found myself looking more at the naked men he was flipping through. But I had my plan and I would not be too distracted. I had brought my own black Sharpie, since I knew he had a penchant for signing in silver (this is because his Wentworth artwork always comes with an inscription on black paper that he writes on in silver). The Sharpie was right there and, possibly because he was keenly aware of my level of distress at the thought of Mandate being signed in a different color, he obediently took it and signed it and shut it, and handed it back to me. My smile could've broken through my dimples.
Triumph complete. Thank you, @elrohare for again allowing me the pleasure of coming with, and I was glad to plus-one and for once, return the favor.
Thank you, Mr. Paul Stanley of KISS. And thank you to Peter, Gene (especially Gene!), and Ace. I hope Mandate gave you all an unexpected blast from the past, and I really wish I'd told Paul that Peter quite appreciated the ass on the guy on the front cover. Maybe next time.
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Norges Skål
The song was written in 1771 as a drinking song for the “Norske Selskab”, Norwegian students in Denmark. It was confiscated and banned when it was tried published because of the strong Norwegian patriotic contents, and was not officially published until 13 years later, in Trondheim 1784, 30 years before Norway became independent.
Gratulerer med dagen! Ha en god 17. mai 🥰
Listen along here.
A modern recording of the song here and Norwegian lyrics under.
Norges Skaal.
For Norge, Kjæmpers F��deland,
Vi denne Skaal vil tømme,
Og naar vi først faae Blod paa Tand,
Vi sødt om Frihed drømme;
Dog vaagne vi vel op engang
Og bryde Lænker, Baand og Tvang;
For Norge, Kjæmpers Fødeland,
Vi denne Skaal udtømme!
Hver tapper Helt, blandt Klipper fød,
Vi drikke vil til Ære;
Hver ærlig Norsk, som Lænker brød,
Skal evig elsket være!
Den vrede Livvagts Vaabenbrag
Forklarer trolig Nordmænds Sag.
Hver ærlig Norsk, blandt Klipper fød,
Vi drikke nu til Ære!
En Skaal for Dig, min kjække Ven,
Og for de norske Piger!
Og har Du en, saa Skaal for den!
Og Skam faae den, som sviger!
Og Skam faae den, som elsker Tvang
Og hader Piger, Viin og Sang!
En Skaal for Dig min kjække Ven,
Og for de norske Piger!
Og nok en Skaal for Norges Fjeld,
For Klipper, Snee og Bakker!
Hør Dovres Echo raabe: "Held!"
For Skaalen tre Gang takker.
Ja tre Gang tre skal alle Fjeld
For Norges Sønner raabe Held;
Endnu en Skaal for Dig mit Fjeld,
For Klipper, Snee og Bakker!
#hetalia#historical hetalia#aph norway#hws norway#it's often sung on the 17th of May#and I've gotten a bit obsessed about it lately#gratulerer med dagen! 🥳🥳✨#this post is scheduled because at this point I will likely have been drunk for three days straight#and have no time to post because I'm out celebrating - breakfast with friends - walking in the march - grilling in the park - and a party#This year I am prepared 😎#and of course attending the standard football game the 16th of May - cannot forget
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the worst thing about doing Arts and Crafts is when you have a very specific idea and you do not have the supplies to make it Right Now Immediately
#my brain has been distractingly buzzing about this idea for like three days now because /i can't start it yet/#don't have the yarn#but this one project is taking up at least 50% of my thought real estate every fucking day#i have prepared about as much as i can without having the yarn yet#but i am going to Michael's Arts and Crafts Store tomorrow to get specifically the yarn i need for this project#and then i'm on a moratorium from Buying Things because i am fucking unemployed and i need to Stop#personal
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today is the three-year anniversary of the day that i watched the stand (2020) for the first time!
#which means it’s been exactly three years since the revival of this hyperfixation!#‘why do you remember the exact date’ because i’m weird? idk.#i love taking random days and turning them into incredibly specific personal holidays. :)#so today we celebrate the 2020 miniseries!#i have many issues with it ( as you are all aware ) but i HAVE to give it credit for bringing me back into the stand.#and as much as i will rant about how awful it is… i really don’t hate it.#i’m emotionally attached.#it has flaws. but i love it anyway. <3#also! for those of you still reading: tomorrow is lloyd’s birthday. :)#( not in canon… just another day i made up lmao )#do i have any plans? not really.#but prepare for me to be annoying this week!!!
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you know im realizing now. with the exception of a few resident psychiatrists, ive had like. no good experiences with mental health professionals
#most recent occurance is eating my brain alive right now because I feel just so. degraded and offended by how she chose to evaluate me#I won’t get into it because it will make me spiral even more and get angrier and more overwhelmed but tldr she didn’t acknowledge#anything I said about my symptoms both out loud and via written test. chose to ignore or dismiss anything that came from me#as if I couldn’t be trusted to recount my own experiences and feelings. also did not take into account that I am an adult and thus have Had#to learn to mask and shit so while she brushed off So Much Shit because i seemed (in the three hours she met/saw me)#functional Enough. that’s only becuaee I put in a Lot of effort every day to do so. and that effort does not last forever#and of course because. like I said I’m an adult. I’ve been yelled at I’ve been punished I’ve been put through courses and#through the ringer of Society in general to the point where I mimic Normal Person Behavior at least somewhat decently when im prepared to do#so. she treated me like a child and didn’t acknowledge most of my major issues. ignored me when I said I don’t avoid social situations out#of fear/anxiety I avoid them because it takes a lot of energy for me to mask and try and read people and act accordingly#and in her report suggested generalized anxiety. part of the reason I was there is because anxiety HASNT ever properly described my#avoidant behavior.#and just. yeah I said I wouldn’t get into it but here we are. this always happens#it’s just eating at me because I keep realizing more and more things she just fucking disregarded. literally wrote that I ‘listed many#relevant symptoms’ and kept it at that. did not actually give those symptoms any validity. basically just implied I was listing things#just. becuase?#some shit was just blatantly wrong like claiming that I have a variety of interests when I told her outright that I can only be interested#in one specific interest at a time- example being the entirety of last year being only interested in One (1) video game. and this is to such#an extent that it’s difficult to make and maintain friendships because I have no interest in anything else but that One Thing for however#long and won’t care about other things people try to get me into in order to have something in common with me or whatever or just. yeah.#issues.#she didn’t acknowledge the issues I have with low empathy or overstimulation. didn’t acknowledge my history of taking things literally to#such an extent that it has caused problems with people. didn’t acknowledge anything that was self-reported and not being displayed in that#moment right in front of her eyes. it’s just. really really disappointing and. yeah degrading honestly#especially because it took months upon MONTHS to get this fucking appointment#and to just be not listened to and dismissed.#anyway. yeah I’ve also just only ever had really shallow relationships with therapists (at best)#and have never felt helped by them or like they ever put in much effort to try to Get to me so to speak. only my psychiatrists have#been open minded and Listened to me. but they were always residents so they’d leave in a year or so. I don’t have one at this point.#kibumblabs
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still sick but alive, unfortunately 🤧
#last morning when i got up i wasn't at all sure i'd live to see the release of deadzone lol#since then i've been able to walk and stand up somewhat normally without wanting to cry and/or die#last night i slept more than the two previous nights combined. which still isn't that much but at least i did sleep#i did also wake up so completely drenched in my own sweat (from mild fever going down after i had taken a painkiller for a headache)-#-that i had to get up and dry myself with a towel 😂#and there was a huge wet spot (of sweat) on my bed where i had lied 🙂#i have lost three fourths of my vocal range so i can't e.g. laugh#(not that i've had a whole lot to giggle about these past few days 💀)#i'm bummed out i can't do preparations for my new job#i definitely should've started earlier but i would've had plenty of time this week had i not caught the cold at the stupid festival 🤧#i did not plan this! besides i'm not gonna start working weeks ahead for a job i'm not even getting paid for yet#for the same reason no one can expect me to work while sick for a job i haven't gotten a single penny from#hell even if i WAS paid no one could expecte me to work while sick#so i shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to work on my fic instead of the course plans#which btw i already sort of have because my predecessors gave me practically ALL the material i might need#so all i reallly need to do is change the dates of the course plans and bob's your uncle#but i'd like to also study the material a bit before teaching it so that i'll at least seem like i know what i'm talking about 💀#mom said on the phone that i've managed situations like this before so i will manage this too and she's right i guess but 😭😭😭#but yeah i guess this is some sort of developement from last year when i had the 'rona-#-and felt awful about ordering food/groceries in because ''i don't want to be a bother'' 😂
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MY NAKED CAT GOT SUNBURNED!!!!!!!
#my poor poor fucking baby lmao#i left my house for a few hours to go watch my sil clean and when i came back she was literally red except for in her wrinkles lmaooo#i feel so bad ive made her a diy beanie and sweater but we're gonnna go shopping for her lol#its so sad my other three cats have long black fur and she has nothing:( they all just wanna sit in the sun together :(((#glad its been cloudy and its gonna rain today because i was prepared to have ALL the curtains closed all day lmaoo
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