We Become We | L.M.
summary: You and Lucifer were both linked by an unknown force, but Lucifer acted upon it differently, thinking it meant nothing.
pairing: Archangel!Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim!Reader
includes: fluff, angst, Sera and Micheal being kind of mean, heartbreak, letting your heart decided what to do and not your mind. (I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any !)
a/n: i listened to this song at least 100 times the other day, it’s really good. i think it made me cry already based on how many tiktoks i’ve seen of it.
Since the Father in Heaven created you, you have always been more curious about the different angels he created. You were the second Seraphim created after Sera, so you witnessed the birth of many angels, except for the Archangels. You were introduced to one another as royalty, treating one another with such status.
However, you always caught the eyes of a certain Archangel. He was the second oldest of God’s children, much like how you were the second Seraphim. When you were introduced to one another, you instantly clicked. You always made sure to find him once a day, conversing on several topics about Earth and the Heavens.
“Luce, where’s the— Lucifer!” You grimace at the Archangel, watching him give you a teasing grin. “You’re not supposed to touch those until later tonight.”
“It’s not my fault you decided to break into the palace’s kitchens for a snack!” He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. You scrunch your nose at the action. “So formal all the time, beautiful.”
You roll your eyes as a smile etches its way to your lips, grabbing the strawberries from the fridge. “Just help me, you idiot.”
“Rude.” He bit into a strawberry, humming at the taste. “I was stating a fact.”
Nudging his shoulder, your wings ruffle at the words. “We have to go, Luce.”
“You really just came in here to get strawberries—?”
You both froze when you heard Gabriel and Sera’s voices coming through the other end of the kitchens, glancing at one another. Without another thought, you both run toward the back door, entering the palace gardens. You flinched when you heard Sera’s booming voice from the garden.
Lucifer pulled you by the waist, and softly pushed your back on a willow tree, covering your mouth when the wind speeds increased from his brother and your sister’s wings. Your eyes widened at the action, scanning his face as he looked behind you. You suddenly felt warm. From his hand holding your waist to the close proximity, you swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“Sorry, they were looking for the culprit.” He chuckled as he removed his hand from your mouth, his golden eyes meeting your eyes. “Are you alright?”
You nod, face still warm from his hand still around your waist. “You still have frosting on your cheek, Luce…”
“Oh?” He swiped with his tongue, making you giggle. “Did I get it?”
“No.” You lift your hand, gently wiping the frosting off. “There.”
Lucifer smiled at you, “Thank you, beautiful.”
Seconds passed as you whispered back a response, letting the silence encapsulate the both of you. Your eyes searched his gaze while he cupped your cheek, rubbing softly.
“Lucifer—“
“SAMAEL!” Micheal yelled for his twin, making the both of you separate.
Your cheeks flare at the situation, watching him press a kiss to your cheek as he walks backward.
“I have to go, beautiful. I’ll see you later.” He winks, pushing off the ground with his six wings.
You lean against the tree, hand clutched by your heart. He had you hooked with a single action, but at what cost?
I could never choose to love another…
Months had passed and the Father created new souls on Earth. He created human souls, which fueled both you and Lucifer’s curiosity. You both visited them once in a while, but unbeknownst to you, Lucifer would visit without you, having built a blooming relationship with the human soul Lilith.
“Micheal!” You caught up with your creator’s eldest child, shifting your weight on your feet when he gave you an annoyed look. “Sorry, but uh… Do you know where Luc—Samael is? He promised we would have a picnic in the palace gardens today.”
“He went down to Earth to speak with Lilith again.” The Archangel waved you off. “If you wish to speak to him—“
“I’ll just go down to Earth.” You purse your lips, wings fluffing at his tone.
Lucifer said he was going to meet up with you by the gardens earlier that morning, he promised you. Did he just forget? Your heart ached at the thought as you soared down from the Heavens toward the Garden of Eden. You always loved visiting Earth’s garden, smiling when you saw flourishing greenery.
You slowly landed by the waterfall you added with Lucifer, his laughter ringing through the air. The wildlife followed you as you made your way over to the sound, your smile brightening when you saw Lucifer’s figure.
“Lucifer!” You shout for him, but the water from the waterfall drowns out your calls. You swiftly moved past all the growing plants before you froze, your heart beating harder with each passing second you watched.
Lilith and Lucifer were in a relationship?
Your heart broke as they parted from the kiss, Lilith tilting her head when she saw you. The animals surrounding you rubbed their heads against your legs in hopes of bringing your attention away from the couple.
Suddenly, Lucifer whipped around, eyes widening at being caught. Especially by you. “Fuck, beautiful—“
“I have to go.” You murmur, wings pushing you away from them.
Tears cascaded down your face as you made it back to Heaven, letting yourself break down when reaching your room’s balcony. The Archangels and Sera heard your curses out to the angel who took your heart and crushed it, frowning at the thought of what you saw.
They soon figured out the cause of your heartbreak, meaning the Angelic Council needed to make a crucial decision about the souls. With you swaying the final decision.
Lucifer watched you from where he stood with Lilith, knowing you would never look his way ever again.
“The Angelic Council voted unanimously,” Sera spoke with a delicate voice, hidden poison underneath. “You are both sentenced to Hell, becoming fallen to those in Heaven.”
You refused to look up from the papers in front of you, listening intently to your sister’s words. The whispers in the back of your head get louder as you hear Lucifer protest…
“ENOUGH.” Sera boomed her voice in the room, making you flinch. “It will be effective immediately.”
Lucifer looks back toward you, finally meeting your eyes. And for the first time, he saw guilt and anger emitting from you. He knew you loved him, but thought it didn’t mean anything until now.
Maybe one day I can learn to love you, too…
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Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania
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Alastor lets you leave the hotel! Together! For soup. Later, your plans to make Alastor lose his obsession backfire. But like, in a hot way so you’re not that mad about it. A+ for effort?
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「warnings/promises: Alastor x CupidFemReader, smut, I once again misuse a fucking prayer in a sacrilegious way, soup, spoon feeding, Angel texts, so much cum, bondage, tentacles, just good ole fashion fucking in the radio station, not quite dubcon but Alastor doesn’t really listen, hell has twitter and lets be real it’s just normal twitter, giant Alastor, Horse Luci」
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You finally managed to leave the hotel. It was of course with Alastor at your side, microphone pressing into the small of your back like a third arm. It was as if he worried you’d just turn around and run.
He opened every door, pulled out your chair, and when your left hand shook and dropped your food he took on the task of feeding you. It was embarrassing, to say the very least. The sinners in the restaurant staring, a brave few filming or typing furiously on their phones.
You got a buzz on your own cell, a gift from Angel when he realized Alastor wouldn’t let you speak with others alone.
He texted a link to a post on some hell site, to a photo of you right then, at that exact moment, being spoon fed by the radio demon. You considered smashing your head into the table until you blacked out. If you got up and left would you make it back to the hotel before someone realized you weren’t a sinner? You were absolutely terrified of someone noticing you as heaven sent.
Heaven kicked? Heaven thrown. Yeah that one felt right.
“You need to eat. You can’t heal like this.” Alastor sounded concerned, but you fought the urge to care.
He hadn’t apologized to Husk, but Husk did say Alastor seemed to avoid eye contact which was basically a gift to him. Alastor had come to your room to dress you the next day as he always did, neither of you mentioning the day before. The hall was magically pristine by the time you left.
A tiny sliver of you thought he felt embarrassed. But decades of experience told you that Mania didn’t afford embarrassment, the stricken couldn’t be truly manic if something like that was holding them back.
Maybe it had been such a shallow cut he hadn’t gotten the full punch of Mania?
Another attempt to feed yourself, slowly bringing your spoon to your mouth, “You know when I heal I am going to finish my task and leave, right?”
An odd laugh, a non-existent tear wiped away, “Adorable. No. I promise you, that won’t happen.”
“Alastor.” You put the spoon down with a clink.
“I love when you say my name. May I offer you more reasons to hold it in your mouth?”
“Al-,” you groaned, “I can’t stay forever.”
He hummed, a show of pretending to think about what you said, “Wrong! You can. And I argue, you will.”
You tried again with the spoon, regretting soup. Your appetite had been shot for awhile and it seemed easy enough. Wrong. Again. There was a constant tremble to your hands since arriving. Perhaps experiencing pain for the first time was rattling your body so much that it couldn’t cope. “Why would I ever do that? This is literal hell.”
Alastor leaned over, taking the spoon from you with ease and bringing it to your mouth, “Because I’ll make you understand it’s where you belong. They didn’t appreciate you,” his grin widened, “Not like I do. Like I can, if you’d let me.”
Annoyed and flustered, you took the help to eat. “Thank you.” A spoonful, “How can you say that though? I’m the one and only Cupid.”
“Actually, no. You’re not. You are just the current incarnation. They’ll replace you.”
You regretted telling him that. They could. Just replace you, that is. There was nothing stopping them. You stared into your soup, lips curling down.
“Don’t look so defeated. I’ll make you happy, for eternity.”
Your eyes rolled. “When do you plan on starting that eternal happiness?”
You didn’t look at him when you said it, but you could see his hand slow, then become completely still. Had you wounded him?
He pivoted, “Doesn’t Cupid have wings?”
Another spoonful, “Of course.”
Alastor waited while you took a drink, determined to make you eat the entire bowl, “Where are they?”
A pause. Where were they? You hadn’t realized you couldn’t feel them. They weren’t everpresent, but their weight still sat between your shoulder blades at all times. Always. Normally. But now?
“You don’t know? That’s troubling.” Alastor read your face with ease.
You shot him a look. Stop doing that. Stop replying to unspoken thoughts.
“Apologies.”
Another text before you could snap at him.
You slid the phone away from Alastor, face red. “Do you think, honestly, if you’re capable of it, that I’ll ever be able to go home?”
His hand came to your neck, running over your collarbone, “For the record, I’ve never once lied to you.” You rolled your eyes, fine, okay, “With your heavenly body, even as weakened as you have been here, I’d say just a few more weeks.”
You turned the phone face down.
“Good…that’s good. If you plan on winning me over, your countdown has started.” You pushed the soup away, appetite gone. The idea of never returning to heaven made you nauseous. He slid it back to you, face stern despite the smile he wore.
The walk home was quiet, your stomach full of unwanted soup.
No, not home. The hotel.
He usually spoke a lot, clearly loving the sound of his own voice. His hand replaced the staff, settled on your back as he guided you. You could feel the warmth through your clothes. How could he be so hot and not be sweating? Another sinner thing?
The thought hadn’t left you by the time you came into view of the hotel gates. Maybe you had been replaced. How would you know? Maybe that was why your wings were gone. Surely there was some way to communicate from hell.
You found Lucifer as soon as you returned, unbothered by Alastor’s presence, “I need to speak to heaven.”
Alastor was saying something but you had gotten quite good at tuning him out. Lucifer snapped back, the men quickly devolving into arguing again.
“Lucifer.” You said it with your chest.
His apple topped cane whirled, a golden circle appearing with a crystal clear image of heaven’s glowing gates through its center.
A loud noise erupted behind you, a high pitched static wail, familiar tentacles flailed and a long shadow of a growing Alastor stretched across the wall. His back was bent into the lobby ceiling, perhaps three stories tall now.
The sounds of magic popping as Lucifer shapeshifted accented the sounds of horror with that of whimsy. You approached the portal, those black tendrils slithering around your ankles but you easily slipped out of them as their owner's energy was pulled to full demon Lucifer slamming into him.
Almost, you could see it.
A monstrously large hand came down, shaking the hotel and knocking various objects off their perches in the lobby. Charlie and Vaggie, someone else you’d come to enjoy the company of, flew down the stairs.
The common area was filled with the sounds of yelling and breaking glass. You crawled over his hand as Alastor’s fingers curled around your body gingerly. He tried to pull you from the gateway but while he slowed, Lucifer now a flying horse kicking him in the face, your outstretched hand strained to enter the portal.
Your fingers grazed the doorway, the air around the lobby fizzing and warping as a desperate screech tore from Alastor’s wide and impossibly thin chest. The grip tightened around you. A static whine threatened to pop your eardrums.
As your fingertips pressed past the ring, they stopped. Something impenetrable and unseen between you and heaven.
Alastor must have noticed it too, his grip loosening as you clamored on hand and knees to the portal. Your palm ran over the doorway, searching for a hole or seam to rip. Just under your skin was your home, bright and clean and painless. A tiny ‘no’ fell from your lips, smacking at the barrier with your open hand.
Alastor returned to his normal, still terrifying, height. Lucifer came forward, their fight losing motivation, his small hand on your shoulder as you sat on the hotel lobby floor. He closed the portal and apologized, “Sorry kid. Let’s try again when you finish that task, okay?”
Alastor’s arms went under your back and knees and lifted you off the ground. You didn’t resist or argue. Your eyes were unfocused, vision blurry with tears, as you were carried past the others. Vaggie looked ashamed, which was odd given she had more character than half the archangels could muster together between them.
There existed permissions for who could enter the heavenly realm, a list meticulously kept. They’d removed you from that roster. They’d locked the doors behind you.
You felt good. The final week of your first, and hopefully last, month in hell was marked with taking off your sling for the first time.
A good three day wallow in a metaphorical cave helped you emerge with renewed vigor. Of course they locked the gates behind you, otherwise you’d just go home. That made sense. That made sense.
That had to make sense.
Deciding to take a risk and attempt to expedite your homecoming, you and Angel made plans. Like a teenager in a party movie you snuck out of the hotel when Alastor was asleep. Well, so you assumed. You weren’t really sure what he did behind closed doors.
Angel brought you somewhere he felt people would be receptive to discussing love and talking to angelic beings, and admittedly also very high.
Sling off but still being as gentle as you could, you leaned across the small standing-only table to talk-shout with a rather cute aquatic demon. An eel? Or maybe some kind of water-fond lizard? It didn’t matter, his glasses were cute, both of you a little drunk, and you quite good at saying the right things.
And all of the right things were said, and you felt maybe if nothing else you’d enjoy your first demonic lay, when the power shut off.
Everyone filed out, bummed and bothered to find most of the neighborhood shrouded in darkness.
Angel tapped your shoulder and pointed up the hill to the hotel, radio station a glow with a red light, “Ya know, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Nothing to do but to stare, you stayed quiet and angry while he flagged down a taxi knowing the trip would be fast without traffic lights, “Guess Daddy Dead Eyes is calling you back.”
Anger grew and grew in your chest as you were charioted home.
Jesus, to the hotel. Stop doing that.
You burst into the radio station tower, Alastor barely reacting. Until, that is, you marched up to his desk.
Pinned before you could react, his body pressing into yours as your ass ran up onto the desk.
“Sneaking out like a child?” His voice was low, soft, unnatural. “Why do you intentionally torment me?”
“I have done,” you tried to move but only succeeded in rubbing your stomach against his crotch, “no such thing. You’re just possessed.”
He responded by pressing forward, no accident, as his eyes narrowed on you, “Correct. I am a man possessed.” When he rolled himself into you, an alcohol primed groan escaped your mouth.
“I thought you didn’t care about those things,” your eyes flashed to his lap pushing into you and then back to his glare.
“You’re my exception that proves the rule. If you’re so desperate for attention there’s no need to leave the hotel to find it.” His smile was poisoned by the simmering anger in his eyes, “Dear.”
It was the alcohol and annoyance at losing a chance with glasses-man, Jake or Jark or something not worth a scrabble move, that made you sneer a reply, “Not yours. I am a divine creature, demon. Your body would just filthy me.” Nose up, feeling absolutely better than him in every sense, you pushed him off and left.
That was easy. Wow.
Proud of yourself, you made it to the elevator before you realized— illusions. Perhaps his illusion was the idea sex with you was worth the effort, more so than others. He said it himself before, he didn’t care for such things. Perhaps if you could show him it was as boring and unattractive as sex with anyone else could be, maybe you could shatter his mania with disappointment.
You pulled a u-turn and heel-toed right back into his station. Giving him no time to react this time, you climbed onto his chair and straddled him, “On second thought, try your worst. Let’s get it out of your system and move on.” You ground your hips down. He only smiled up at you, amused. Taking his hands you set them on your waist, giving him permission to handle you, “Claim me. Make everyone know I’m yours.” He didn’t move. You were starting to feel embarrassed, had he goaded you just to make you look stupid? He would. But your kind invented the tension before sex between enemies, “If you can.”
That did it. His hair visibly stood on end, “It is not a matter of ability. It’s about-”
“If you can’t, that’s fine. No need to start lying to me now. But don’t say I never gave you the opportunity.” You smirked, hoping he enjoyed a taste of his own sardonic medicine, and lifted yourself off of him.
His hands came to life on your hips, helping you rise and then flipping you onto your stomach. Your arms pushed radio transmitters and various old timey fuckery away to make room for yourself.
Those talons slipped up the center of your bottoms and crooked into your underwear. Long and strong, his fingers felt you. “Is this a perk of a heavenly body or is this,” two fingers dipped into your already wet and relaxed entrance, “all for me?”
You fought the urge to respond with anything other than malice, “Don’t flatter yourself.”
In heaven no one needs preparation, no one needs lube or required stretching to keep things whole and fun. You would love to say that quality followed you down, but unfortunately, like perfect health and angelic wings, it had not.
You decided to chalk it up to the alcohol. Always an easy excuse to offer yourself.
Alastor’s hands pulled away and up, finding the place just above the Rosie’s Emporium clothing tag and ripping the bottoms and underwear clean in half.
You bit into your hand to keep your excited shriek to yourself but unfortunately couldn’t stop your legs kicking up. His laugh echoed off the many windows.
Why couldn’t he be worse at this? Why couldn’t Alastor be clumsy and meek and awkward at sex? No, the menace you’d gotten almost used to was confident and commanding, you felt yourself twitching in anticipation. People have a misconception that Cupid was a chaste and wholly emotional creature, which was false. First of all, Cupids varied based on the incarnation. Just like other heavenly creatures their personality was varied and unpredictable.
Personally, you weren’t suited for the job. If you were honest. Why couldn’t your quiver just be full of Eros and Agape? Even of those two, sexual love was more your speed. Romance was fine and lovely but perhaps you’d gotten a little jaded.
Luckily for you, fucking Cupid was something many winners had on their afterlife bucket lists and you rarely found yourself with an empty bed.
Your attention was stolen back, Alastor’s clawed hand grabbing at the flesh of your thighs, “Oops.”
Focus. Why were you doing this again? Your system was metabolizing the alcohol now, and with the air cooling off your exposed sex, everything was awash with lust. Did you want to diminish his mania or were you just horny?
Would it really be so bad to admit you were both?
Deep breath, you remembered. Boring. Banal. The plan was to be motionless and not provide him any satisfying sounds. Don’t touch him, don’t try to push back on him, no tricks or fancy shit. The sooner he was over this you could make someone trust in love and fuck off home.
Seconds turned to a minute, your ass in the air as Alastor’s hands pawed at your skin. You wanted to ask what the hold up was, but you didn’t want to give away how much you were needing him to just fuck you already.
“Do you miss flying?”
You looked around, were you so drunk you missed an entire chunk of conversation while thinking about how to hide thirsting for his dick?
“Yes…?” True statement.
“Allow me to help with that.”
There was a moment you half expected to be chucked out the window, but almost worse than that, you heard him seat himself in the chair again before your body was picked up and off the desk. “Alastor! I don’t-,” Hands flailing, feet moving around the best they could, you struggled against the familiar tentacles he had command over. “I do not allow it!”
Your hands batted at them fruitlessly. One came under your knees and folded them to either side of your chest before wrapping around your waist twice, a second across your chest like a seatbelt snug and secure. Had you been on the floor you could almost be mistaken for taking a deeply devout praying stance. Only your arms were free to move, the position making you open and incapable of taking back any semblance of control.
“Alastor!” Stretching, you could almost reach the edge of his work table, but your fingers and toes curled in as you were seated on something hot and stiff. Your lips quivered, desperate to keep silent as you were pulled down onto him. Reaching back your hands found his stomach, raking your nails across the skin in need of anything to grip.
When you heard him chuckle to himself, you knew you were already losing. Plan backfiring entirely. You pulled your hands back to your center, taking ahold of the tentacle nestled between and across your chest.
“Heavenly Father,” his voice was quiet but sure, your eyes so wide you worried you’d get stuck making a permanent face of utter shock and despair, “bless us and these thy gifts which we receive from thy bountiful goodness, through your name, our lord.” You were lifted off his lap, Alastor’s swollen tip dragging along your unstretched walls as he said the Lord's prayer, “Amen.” Pulled back down before the second syllable even reached your ears, you cut into your bottom lip as a scream bounced around behind your teeth.
Heathen.
“I would think you of all people knew how to finish a prayer.” Alastor chided, “What will heaven say?”
If heaven knew you were being impaled midair on an overlord’s cock, they’d create a second hell for you to rule. Population of none. Except maybe some horny nuns.
As he found a pace he seemed happy with, slow and long draws out of you, you realized how fucked you were. Looking down, you could see one of his hands was settled at the base of his cock, those long fingers draped down his balls. The other hand was unseen and unfelt.
“Alastor.” You tried to sound stern.
“Oh I doubt heaven knows my name. Not yet at least.” He sounded unbothered, almost unaffected. “Not until I’ve spirited away their little angel of love.”
You were almost insulted at how easily he could speak despite being buried so far into your wet, hot cunt. Maybe you had been spoiled in heaven, people usually so turned on by the idea of you that they were coming undone as soon as you were wrapped around them or in them in whatever way you decided.
A broken chant of “be bored, be bored,” in your mind as Alastor hummed, that mystery clawed hand falling at your back. Biting your lip, you tried to think about anything other than how full he was making you. Did the glasses man at the club have a cock as thick as Alastor’s? Would you have been as satisfied as you were now? Every down thrust made the tuft of fur at this base press against your ass. Soft. You wanted to grind against it, the idea pulling a wanton moan out.
Fuck. Failing to distract yourself because you got distracted. It was so hard to think about anything else than your body being pushed open again and again. The blood on your lips was sweet, licking them clean before finding a new spot to bite down on. Quiet.
“Ah, are you giving me the silent treatment?”
Could this son of a bitch read minds? Could sinners read minds?!
If you didn’t reply, that was confirmation. But if you did reply, you were breaking your goal of not talking.
“Just…,” you took a deep sigh, knowing this was going to be rough, “I’m not really feeling like making any noise.” A shrug, the best you could manage at least while bound and held aloft in the space above his lap. Pretending this was normal and boring was a feat. “I’m not a vocal person during sex. I prefer to just lie there and get serviced. Don’t mind me.”
That sounded awful. Perfect.
“Oh? Well then, I guess I’ll not worry myself.” You could hear the smile in his voice. Less perfect. He began to hum a little tune as your body, partially upright, was now being tilted forward at a 45 degree angle from his lap. His cock was bending in you, head pressing harshly up into your walls.
Heart beating so fast you felt a dizzy spell hit you, that renewed anticipation almost as arousing as the sensations.
His humming continued like he was reading the paper. You’d never ridden a roller coaster, but you’d seen many people do it before and this was surely the same feeling; right at the peak before the drop. When the ride operator stills you and lets you stare down at the height before you. Your stomach was flipping, excitement tinged with fear.
You were pulled off his dick until you felt the bell of his red tip get just outside your entrance. Was he going to pull out entirely?
No. He pulled you down by way of shadows and fucked you just a couple inches into your cunt. His head was dragging out past your tight hole and smashing back in, directly hitting your g-spot. The spongy bundle of nerve endings was dented with every thrust.
You weren’t used to having your entrance stimulated so much, the skin luckily becoming slick as your own wetness was fucked out of you.
“That feels weird, please.” How quickly you gave up. “Stop pulling out like that.”
A considerate sigh, “But you’ve gotten so wet, my dear. You’re dripping down my thighs already. I don’t think you want me to stop.”
Could you cum like this? You felt like you could, maybe if you just…you quickened your breath, faster and faster. Your stomach heaving, you felt the crescendo of pleasure.
“On second thought!” He stopped.
Your toes wiggled, hands gripping the tentacle on your chest. Quiet. Shh. Don’t argue. Boring. Don’t care. The building orgasm waned, you felt your blood pressure lower. This really was hell.
Alastor’s head was just sitting in you, burning hot and throbbing. You were sure you could feel his heartbeat.
You two were locked in a standoff. Someone had to let on they were enjoying themselves; Alastor releasing pent up frustration with your attitude toward his affections, you chasing down a rare penetration-only orgasm.
An idea struck you, a way to hopefully antagonize him and bruise his pride enough to force him into your hand (pussy), “Thank God. I think it’s almost my bedtime.”
Alastor’s smile strained, a twitch coming over his left eye. A trap. But the idea of letting you down and off of him seemed far worse than the small defeat you were offering. “Allow me to rock you to sleep then, sweetheart.”
Success! Shit!
You reached out, the angle of your punishment allowing you to grab the edge of the table and grip. Alastor’s annoyance translated to an inhuman pace, him pulling you off entirely from his cock before bringing you back down. He was positively slipping in and out of you, your lower lips puffy and soaked around him. This degree of wetness was something you couldn’t remember feeling outside of marathon sessions.
When your hands tightened, a shock of pain tore down your arm, a scream bringing Alastor to a sudden stop. “My collar…” Pain was apparently not a kink you enjoyed, though you briefly wondered if heaven allowed it at all.
You couldn’t even fuck properly. You couldn’t do anything right. All you managed to do was fail. A sting to your eyes as the air hit your welling tears. Did humans feel this pain often? Your body was righted and turned, you looked down to Alastor’s face as you were brought to him. He looked so soft, usual smirk a sweet toothless smile, “I told you to keep the sling on, didn’t I?” He looked happy.
Your arms found his shoulders and your head came to his chest, “Shut up and finish already.” He didn’t release you from the binding, instead pulling the right arm under the hold of his slender tendril to keep it safe and out of the way. His hands were both at the base of his cock while you were gently riding him. Well, “you”. He was still using his powers to manipulate your body on and off of him. Alastor’s fingers were spreading your arousal down his shaft and along his tightening balls, if you had looked at his face you’d have seen a weakened man there, furrowed brows and lust drunk eyes. But you didn’t look, trying to hide the same expression on your own features.
Left hand free, no need to hold yourself up, you made lazy, and you hoped subtle, circles around your clit. You weren’t sure if this was a total failure or not, but you could finish and say something good came of it. You, specifically.
Things were quiet, though. The loudest sound in the room was the wet pop coming from where his body was meeting your sopping hole. His breathing was fast and soft, sighing when he bottomed out. Another bite to your lip, a few more deep hits to your cervix, and you enjoyed a small but satisfying release. The hand on you stayed through, riding out tiny waves of pleasure as you twitched around him. When you felt his release you sighed, you did it. You think. Maybe. Regardless.
As he slowly lifted you, you considered if your legs could hold you—
Up you went and back down you fell as he took a new, quicker pace.
“A-Ah-lastor?! You,” you bit your tongue, “already finished?”
You had made a mistake earlier that you hadn’t even realized. But Alastor had been holding it between his sharp teeth, “How many times?”
Absolutely no idea what he was talking about, you gasped out a reply, “What!?”
“How many times should I fill you before you’re too filthy to return to heaven, do you think?” He couldn’t be serious. “Three? Five? You see, the advantage of using my tentacles is that I don't get tired.”
Oh, but he was serious.
The battle was entirely forfeit somewhere around the third time he flooded you with his seed.
“These aren’t the usual screams I enjoy from my studio, but I’m not averse to them.”
When he felt you’d learned whatever lesson you were supposed to be taking in by the pump full, you were finally removed from him. He covered your lower half with his coat around your waist. It would be lying to say you were surprised to find his wide shoulders and small waist wasn’t just an illusion of his well tailored, yet oddly torn, coat. He was annoyingly attractive. Who gave him the right?
Your legs gave out when you tried to stand, warm hands pulling under your armpits to get you back on your feet. As much as you wanted to push him away, you were still a little tipsy and your legs still getting used to full blood flow. His arm held out for you to use for stability, you took it and wobbled silently to the floor you both lived on. Before you left the elevator you looked down and saw a line of white dripping down your inner leg. Took longer than you expected, honestly.
When you turned to the right to go to your door, his arm came around your waist and shepherded you to his room on the left. You shot him a look, asking what he thought he was doing.
He laughed, “Oh, after tonight’s little escapade, you’re moving!” He opened his door and gestured for you to enter, “Welcome home, my dear.”
What was worse than a failure? A catastrophe? This was that.
“Now come on, we need to get you cleaned up.” A hand patted softly at your ass before ushering you inside.
He did just that, wiping you down and undressing you before settling you into his bed. Exhausted and sore, you decided to argue after sleep.
When you awoke, you checked your shredded bottoms for your phone. Nothing.
An answer was found when you mentioned it to Alastor, who asked what you were searching for so early in the morning, “Perhaps someone at that venue you enjoyed has it? Too bad you can’t go back and ask.” He was resting his back against the headboard, you realized he’d unbuttoned his shirt quite a bit. “Oh well!”
How was he always making you scream?
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can u do where the reader is a nursing student and has to do a test and makes gavi their “patient” since he’s injured. I can see it being so funny and gavi throwing a small tantrum. Etc Ty 🤗
nursing student - pablo gavi
summary: you’re a nursing student and gavi is your "patient" to practice on.
genre: fluff
a/n: i absolutely have no idea about anything medically related, so everything here is made up🤣 and thank you for the request! i‘ve actually got two requests like that in my inbox so i combined them:)
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„Do I really have to do this?“ Gavi whined, already being splattered across your bed, accepting his fate as your test subject.
You were an ambitious nursing student, currently studying for your final exams of this semester. You were specialized in sports medicine because of the internship you were doing at FC Barcelona. That‘s also how you met your boyfriend Gavi. You were the one taping up his ear as he injured himself against Osasuna.
„I just need someone to practice on, but I can also practice on Fermín if you want.“ You teased, knowing Gavi would become jealous quite quickly. As you predicted, he swiftly turned his head, giving you an annoyed glare.
„That was not funny.“ Gavi said, placing his hands behind his head, watching you as you prepared everything for your examination.
„Baby I was joking. I wish you were the test person during the exam.“ You chuckled and walked over to him, giving him a kiss for reassurance. He shyly smiled when you broke apart, feeling better after you gave him a small ego boost.
You put on your gloves and walked over to the side Gavi was laying at.
„Okay just tell me if I hurt your knee during the examination.“ You said. Gavi was still recovering from his ACL injury, so you were more careful than usual.
He nodded, then sat up to remove his shirt for your general body check-up.
Your eyes swiftly glanced over his toned body and you felt your temperature rise. After all it was difficult to concentrate when your handsome boyfriend laid there only with shorts on. To that, you knew he was going to tease you for becoming shy.
„Are you nervous?“ Gavi’s voice lingered in suspicion, his eyebrows were crooked. You rolled your eyes but he was right, you were a bit nervous.
You first checked his heart and lungs with the stethoscope and as soon you pressed it onto his chest, Gavi whined again.
„Amor it’s cold!“ He twisted around the bed, making you let out a chuckle.
„C‘mon it’s not that bad. You’ve done this a thousand times during medicals, do you complain there too?“ You scolded with a laugh and continued to listen to his heartbeat.
He gave you a side eye, pouting slightly at your words. You kissed his pout away a second time and looked for a flashlight to check his eyes. (a/n: i hope you know what I mean lol)
„Do you kiss all your patients?“
„Only the hot ones.“ You returned with a grin, to which Gavi let out a smile.
„Alright let’s check your flexibility.“ You said, trying to distract yourself from the teasing. After all you had to practice, there was no time to swoon over your man.
After checking his knees, being extra careful with his right one, you moved over to looking at the anatomy of the human body. This was also a big part of your exam, so it was the perfect time to look at an athlete‘s body.
„Okay so this here is the biceps brachii muscle.“ Your hand softly traced over his arm until you reached his shoulder. „…and this here is the trapezius muscle…“ you were in your own world, your gaze shifting from the textbook over to Gavi‘s body several times to see if you were right. Gavi smiled softly. He first wanted to tease you again about something, but as he saw you so concentrated, so focused on studying the right thing, he let it be and just admired you.
Gavi was proud to see you studying medicine. You were so smart, always giving him a massage or taping him up if something was nagging him after practice.
„Although I don’t like being your test subject and would rather cuddle with you, I can’t stop being so proud of you.“ You looked up, your cheeks red once again after hearing his words. A shy smile spread across your face as his compliments still made you nervous.
You stood on your tiptoes, textbook and anatomy long forgotten and grabbed his neck to bring him closer. His lips soon found yours and you both got lost in the sweet feeling of each other. Gavi brought you in a hug, quietly whispering into your ear.
„Can we cuddle now?“
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PLEASEEE can you elaborate on the gavinners i cant stop looking at them theyre so pretty
sometimes i forget that outside of my friends and servers, i don't really talk much about my gavinners boys* huh! so basically, i originally wanted to make them so i could beef up turnabout serenade in my roleswap au, kind of like turnabout samurai where you have a lot more characters which in turn means a lot more suspects!
but then i realized, wait, i need to make them in the canon-verse first before i could make their swap au counterparts! and so now they exist pftt
here y'all go, i'm gonna be copy-pasting the character descriptions i wrote for them during art fight pftt <3
🥁 DEIDRE MINUENDO
Height: 5'7" (170 cm), 5'9.5" (176) with boots on
Birthday: Jul 7 ♋︎ | Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her, They/Them
Deidre is the seemingly gloomy and stoic drummer of the band The Gavinners! At first, it could be difficult to get a read on them but despite all that, they're just like that because they prefer saving their energy. It might not look like it, but Deidre enjoys company even if they're not the most chatty with it and thrives the most when they are around other people (she prefers it if she's around the people closest to her though).
Deidre is pretty sensitive and an emotional person even if they don't outwardly express it. To the people close to them, Deidre has a sarcastic streak and can be pretty snappy when it comes to teasing. She can dish it but she can't take it however as they can get slightly irritated when they're teased back. Even if they are a rockstar, they can get embarrassed when people praise or say nice things about them to their face, he tends to brush affection if even if he is secretly flattered by it (he's not gonna admit it though pftt)
They also enjoy doodling here and there and like stuffed animals (they have a few of their own!)
Deidre was the closest to Daryan so the events of 4-3 affected him immensely. They felt betrayed and confused and tried to deny that Daryan would be capable of taking another person's life; they scrambled to do everything to protect Daryan from omitting information and even lying on the stand. In the end, all of their efforts were for naught and they felt incredibly guilty for what they've done, especially since she started antagonizing Preston when he was starting to suspect Daryan.
They cut themselves off from the group, their job, and stardom. They ended up severely depressed and started to rarely go outside anymore. Only Doremy (Daryan's twin, also a close friend of his) was able to reach him during this time while Viva tried to but he kept refusing to see him.
It took them a long time to finally be able to reconnect with the group and it took them a lot of help and support to be able to be well again. Deidre carries Daryan's betrayal to the group heavily and it took a while for her to start forgiving herself.
⚡ VIVA CHI
Age: 25 | Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Birthday: Jan 1 ♑︎ | Pronouns: He/Him
Viva is the lively and energetic bassist of the band The Gavinners! Though he may seem goofy and a little unserious, he actually is pretty responsible and is the mediator of the band (as the eldest brother of his siblings and the eldest of the band, he kind of made that his responsibility).
He's a forensic scientist and has always had an interest in science alongside music ever since he was young (he thinks Ema is very pretty but she finds him annoying pftt).
Viva was the last one to join the band when they were all in high school and despite his extroverted personality, felt a little shy at the time getting to know a new group of people (it's because Preston was there who he may or may not have crushed at while in high-school.)
He's a lover of all things caffeinated (especially energy drinks though he should really pace himself) which isn't always the best match to the fact that he's got terrible anxiety and thinks himself down a spiral when he gets too worried.
Once the band disbanded after the events of AA4, Viva, though left in a bad place with his anxiety shot through the roof, fared better compared to the other members. He tried his best to keep in touch with everyone with varying successes despite Daryan's arrest being fresh and hurt.
- visiting Daryan in prison to hear his side of the story
- popping in to check at Preston in his office because the guy started to take worse care of himself
- contacting Deidre even if she was trying to isolate and cut herself from everyone
and looking out for Klavier even if he buried himself in his work
He took a break from music like everyone else, he still hopes one day they can meet up and play music again, not even as a band, but as a group of friends who loved creating music.
🦇 PRESTON KEISS
Age: 25 | Height: 6'1" (185 cm)
Birthday: Oct 25 ♏︎ | Pronouns: He/Him
Preston is the mysterious yet magnetic keyboardist of the Gavinners! Tall, dark, and bewitching; Preston is aware of the impression people have of him at first glance and likes to use that preconception to surprise and even catch people off-guard by purposely being silly or crass. He has a number of odd quirks and mannerisms that he doesn't realize he has, people tend to notice but they often let it pass because he is very handsome (pretty privilege lmao).
Preston can sometimes be mischievous and finds certain things amusing only to him even if others don't find it as funny. He's always had an interest in horror and the macabre ever since he was a young boy which developed into a great fascination with the special effects used in old and new horror films alike. (He can be a bit jumpy when watching movies even if he loves to do it, he can't help it if the movie gets to him!)
He plays up his whole immortal vampire schtick because the fans tend to theorize if he really was one. (He is not, he'd love to be one though pftt)
Preston is very stubborn and adamant about his opinions and can be difficult to sway if he thinks he's correct; he is also quite awkward when it comes to personal matters, as can be seen in his strained relationship with his older sister and whatever romantic thing he's trying to achieve with Viva. He's used to acting larger than life when the cameras are on but being raw and honest has him feeling a little embarrassed and stilted.
Preston smokes and keeps it a secret. (Don't tell Viva that!)
Preston was the first person in the band to start suspecting Daryan which he mostly kept to himself at first but wouldn't deny when you asked him (Deidre did not like that.) After Lamirior accused Daryan in court, Preston was determined to make Deidre confront the truth (unfortunately, not taking in why Deidre might be upset and in denial about it) which caused them to have a fight (with Viva being unsuccessful in de-escalating it.)
After the Gavinners disbanded, Preston didn't feel very well after Daryan got sent to prison and lost contact with Deidre (whom he hasn't talked to since the case. [he misses them.]) He seemed fine afterward with his workload seeming to increase though upon closer inspection, he's started taking worse care of himself, skipping meals, and losing his interest in music.
Preston has a lot of baggage to sort through regarding his friends and his family that will be difficult and painful for him to confront, but rest assured, he's gonna come out of it happy and well.
and here's a compilation of some very old turnabout serenade drawings too :^]
(i didnt make dei's bday turnabout serenade on purpose, it was a tragic happy accident DFGHDJ i wanted his bday to be 7/7 bc i made daryan 6/6 but then the date. i realize the date orz)
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Bitchy Besties
“Leave me alone Cory! This is weird and creepy! This is why we broke up over the summer! You can't do this, not as we are about to start our senior year tomorrow! For a computer genius you really are stupid sometimes!” Kate said as stomped away angrily from her ex boyfriend.
Kate had been eager to get started on her course work for the year that she came in a day early to prep but was rudely interrupted by her Cory her ex boyfriend who she had been dodging calls from all summer.
“Please Kate! I did this for you! I know you were against this plan from the start but you have to help me finish it now, it will change you life!” Cory pleaded with her while holding the length of hair extensions he had stolen from Tanya, the biggest bitch in school.
“I didn’t want you to do this! Even if I believed that you were right, that Tanya got her confidence, her meanness, her power from her hair extensions, why would I ever want that?” Kate said finally stopping to face him.
“Because she’s been your bully for years and if you can take that power from her then you can finally stand up to her.” Cory said with no ounce of insincerity.
Kate wasn’t buying it though, she knew he just got off on this ‘corruption fetish’. She had caught him one day jacking off to posts online from some woman called ‘Evie’. Each story had someone go from a loser into a slutty mean bitch like Tanya. Even now she could see his crotch twitch.
It was why they broke up. Cory got it into his mind that because Tanya wore extensions that they were somehow the source of her ‘bitchiness’. The whole thing was absurd to Kate and the stories she had read were filthy. She wished he would listen to her. That’s when it hit her. All of Evie’s stories that she had read had the men subservient to the women so if she could ‘transform’ then maybe she could tell him to leave her alone for good.
“Fine! Give me that stupid thing!” Kate said annoyed as Cory handed her the hair and then handed her a bag.
“Wait what’s all this?” She asked about the bag.
“Well I figured once you change you’ll want to be in something more Tanya’s style, so inside is a dress, jewelry, makeup, and shoes.” He said with a sick grin. Kate rolled her eyes.
“Fine but stay here, I’m getting changed in the bathroom.” She said and he looked sad that he wouldn’t see the transformation first hand.
Entering the bathroom she emptied the bag onto the counter and saw with disgust the tight slutty clothes he had chosen. Sighing she just made peace with what she was about to do, once she had this done she could move on with her life.
Stripping off her baggy clothes she poured herself into the slick leather pants and tight white top. Both surprisingly fit her well. She had never considered herself to be the same size as Tanya but then again she was used to dressing as if it was perpetual winter. Even her boobs looked pretty good in the top, it helped that she had developed early but hid them from the world.
Eyeing the jewelry next, she put on the hoop earrings and the necklace. She thought she would feel weighed down by it all, but it all felt remarkably light on her body. The necklace even drew the eye to her cleavage, as if by design.
Next she stepped into the high heel shoes which were bigger than anything she was used to. Taking her first few steps she felt unsteady but after about a minute she was a natural. She thought to herself that her years wearing soccer cleats must be helping her adapt quickly.
Her most daunting task were the fake nails and makeup. She hated makeup with a passion but she needed to do this so picked up the makeup brush and began applying a soft foundation. It reminded her of art class which she loved and imagined her face as a canvas. She gave herself a smoky eye, a bold lip, sharp eyebrows. She was actually impressed by it all. Her lips looked fuller, her blue eyes more piercing.
Snapping on the long fake nails was a breeze too. She never understood before how girls could do anything with their nails so long but as she took out her phone to take a quick selfie of her finished self she found the clicky clack of the nails against her phone screen strangely satisfying.
However before she took the picture she realized she was missing one thing, the main thing that this was all about. The hair. Picking up the long extensions, Kate was thankful that her and Tanya had the same shade of colour otherwise it would look odd.
Clipping it on, she quickly found it was hard to find where her own hair ended and the extensions began. Running her hand through it she couldn’t find the seam, it all felt the same.
According to all the filthy stories she had read this was the moment where the ‘evil’ part of her would take over or Tanya’s soul would corrupt hers. Instead she just broke out into a laugh. She couldn’t believe Cory actually believed this would do anything. When she had broken up with him she had been crest fallen about it but now she was glad she had.
“What a loser.” She muttered to herself as she stroked her hair. She did have to admit she felt kind of empowered being in the get up. As if she were like a super hero who transformed into their costume. Although she was dressed more like a baddie in every sense of the word. Now she just had to act the part.
Closing her eyes she remembered back to the Evie stories she had read and tried to channel the girls in them. She thought about Tanya and her walk, her posture, her sneer. If she was going to get Cory to stop bothering her for good she needed to be convincing.
Opening her eyes she put a hand on her hip and stared at her reflection with the same contempt she has seen in Tanya’s face a thousand times, like she had smelt something rotten. The makeup helped make her expression cold and cruel.
“You think you can just walk around here dressed like a bargain bin reject and not get bullied, haha you’re pathetic.” Kate said with pitch perfect bitchy tone followed by an evil grin that curled up naturally.
“You’re the new girl here so you don’t yet understand that I rule this place. I’m the queen bee. I’m the head bitch. I’m Kate…” she began to say but her own name felt weird. Kate wasn’t the name of a bullying bitch, it belonged to a kind and sporty girl who kept to herself. No she needed a new name for her new persona.
When the name came to her she knew she was ready. Taking one last look at herself, she gave herself a wink and strutted out of the bathroom.
The first thing Cory heard was the clip clop of her heels and so was drawn to looking at her feet first. His eyes travelled up her body and every inch closer to the top he found himself get harder. By the time he got to her face he was pitching a tent.
“Eww do you have a boner you creep?” Kate said in her fake bitchy tone but the disgust was all hers. She couldn’t believe she ever dated him.
“I’m sorry Kate you just look like, my god…” he said his mouth agape. Kate knew she needed to turn on the haughty superiority, someone like Tanya wouldn’t stand for this.
“Kate? Who the fuck is Kate? I’m Kayleigh and why are you even talking to me loser?” She snarled at him. He seemed to shrink in her presence, a fact that made Kayleigh strangely proud.
“I-I’m sorry Ka-Kayleigh I d-didn’t mean anything by…” he started but Kayleigh just rolled her eyes.
“D-d-d-dipshit. God you’re pathetic. Is this what the school has in terms of men? Don’t you ever bother me again you hear me? Now scram loser before I give you something to really stutter about.” Kayleigh said glaring at Cory who froze for a moment before running off down the hall. Kayleigh watched as he tried to hide his erection from her.
“Phew that outta do it.” She thought and dropped her bitchy stance, letting her shoulders slump. However what she heard next sent a shiver through her body.
“Impressive what you did to that little weasel.” Said a voice behind her that she knew belonged to Tanya. Reasserting her mean girl stance, Kate pivoted around to see Tanya leaning against a doorway.
This couldn’t have gone south quicker, Kate thought, here she was standing feet away from her bully, wearing her clothes, jewelry, makeup and shoes. Tanya strutted over to her like a predator. Inside Kate braced herself but Tanya stopped just in front of her.
“You know I caught him stealing from me recently? Glad someone made him realize what a twerp he is. Are you new here?” Tanya said eying Kate but seeing only Kayleigh. If Kate was going to get out of this unscathed she needed to continue to act like Kayleigh a little more.
“Yeah I am. Its Kayleigh. Daddy got a job here and we are scouting schools. I have to say that this one isn’t impressing me much.” Kayleigh said, the disgusted tone flowing effortlessly out of her mouth.
“Ugh tell me about it. I begged mommy and daddy to send me to Alpha prep but they wanted me to mingle with the ‘common’ kids.” Tanya said disdainfully.
“Alpha prep? Babe those uniforms would have looked bomb on your fabulous figure.” Kayleigh said flattering her enemy.
“Right? I had all these plans to modify it to make me the hottest bitch there but being queen of this dump does have its perks, like getting early access to test answers for the semester, otherwise I wouldn't be seen dead here on a weekend." Tanya said holding up a sheet of paper with various subjects listed.
“Totally. Being here on a Sunday is making my skin crawl.” Kayleigh sneered in a way that Tanya found familiar but enjoyable. She didn’t recognize her own sneer that Kayleigh was mimicking perfectly.
"Hey why don't you let me take you to the mall and I'll show you around the best stores and I can fill you in on all the juicy gossip. I can give you a better sense of this school than you can walking these dusty halls.” Tanya asked. This wasn’t what Kate had in mind, she knew this would just prolong her time as Kayleigh but she was finding herself not caring as much as she had before. A few hours of pretend wouldn’t kill her.
“Totes babe I was thinking the exact same thing.” Kayleigh said and Tanya practically grabbed her and locked arms with her.
“I’ll show you what fun two hotties like us can have. By the way I love your outfit, it’s totally my style.” Tanya smiled at her as she led Kayleigh out of the school away from her baggy clothes hidden in the bathroom, away from her identity as Kate.
To be continued…
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ok so I haven't done an insane and pointless landoscar post in a while so !!
I blurted most of this to @mecachrome and needed to like ground myself abt it but like.
Lando allowing himself to oscillate between extremes of Taking Your Affection For Granted/Being an Absolute Menace and Please Look at Me/Please Tell Me I'm Important to You is smth we only see him do w very very specific people. he's got to feel very secure that their attention and patience w him go hand in hand. namely we know of Max F, Jon, some of Lando's karting friends, and now Oscar. with literally everyone else he makes an effort to soften or balance himself and fit their energy (which tbh is how most of us are w friends and colleagues). but Lando is not Just Anyone and Not Just Some Guy so there's a special extra sector of friendship and affection there to be achieved if someone has the desire to.
and somehow to me it's like, Lando realizing so early on that Oscar really really really knew him and then gradually realizing that Oscar was continuing to study and learn him, it basically jumped his feeling of safety around Oscar to a degree he normally only feels around ppl he's known for a very long time.
and that a peruse through these two tags it becomes clear that Lando feels secure in putting Oscar through the paces of Lando's least happy and amenable moods possible. bc !! Oscar just smiles through it and doesn't get offended and almost sort of pushes through it as if to say you're not going to annoy me away mate, I've decided we're friends and that's it.
bc it's a test he knows Lando does when he's decided you're a Safe Person. like in Bahrain and Lando jokingly goes ugh! hi Oscar! and IMMEDIATELY switches to Osc bc he's in a Mood about having to discuss Bahrain as if they possibly could've learned much about the car yet and there's nothing rly to discuss but he doesn't want to take it out on Oscar … and then ! Oscar sees the pout on Lando's face, ignores everyone else and does this lean in and starts teasing Lando abt the repetitive questions they're being asked ! and Lando ! breaks out into this big smile and his mood just lifts !! bc Oscar knows exactly what to do !
and somehow that's all tied into how insanely clingy they both were at the start of the season and Lando esp was going a bit crazy with posting and reposting and commenting on content with Oscar or him and Oscar and how he felt this need to explain to Oscar why he went to see Daniel and not him bc wowwww he rly missed Oscar and the way Oscar just watches him and laughs at all his jokes and doesn't ask Lando to Be Anything Other than Himself bc Oscar takes the good and the bad bc it's Lando! Oscar had folded Lando into his life long before they even knew they'd be teammates!
which parallels the end of season video in Abu Dhabi or the Saudi post race video 'Straya Mate' and Lando is about to jump out of his skin to get Oscar to look at him !! and in those moments Oscar is a combination of tired and rly not enjoying media but Lando canNOT HANDLE when Oscar isn't watching him and Oscar seems sort of fed up with cameras so he STARES at Oscar's face and wriggles around and builds up to jokes bc he just needs to see himself having that effect on Oscar! and Oscar never lets him squirm for long and caves in to any joke Lando makes no matter how bad. and all of that fits so much w the sort of "soft dom" moments where ultimately, Lando views Oscar as one of the few people in his life who will Take Care of Him and who Knows What Lando Needs. but also !! it's a return of what Oscar does for Lando!
bc we've all seen him be like this w Max F and Jon and how no matter what flavor of Lando gets thrown at them - sweet or sour - they know just how he works and would never ever betray that level of trust by getting bored or disinterested or fed up with him. Max definitely has the most ability to scold Lando to order but tbh that happens v rarely and mostly he just mutters to himself or the camera and totally folds to Lando anyway.
but the difference is that Lando has years of proof on his side w Max and Jon and the other ppl he feels like this with. Oscar however is still a New Friend and he's got this whole settled, grown up life outside racing and Lando's relying a whole lot on the degree of commitment to McLaren that Oscar has shown again and again. they have friends in common and a drift compatible bond as teammates but they don't broadcast their interactions like most drivers do w other drivers so who knows how much Oscar has integrated in Lando's life outside of that? and I can only imagine Lando does NOT cope well with losing people he's brought into that degree of trust even tho from what we know he's never had that happen. but Oscar is so self-contained and reserved about the deeper parts of his personality so all of us sure can't say exactly how he'd react to him or Lando going to another team and you wonder how much Lando does ??
and godddd then we got this little glimpse into their natural dynamic and I end up finding myself hoping especially for Lando's sake that their friendship keeps getting stronger over the years they both know they have for sure together bc it's feels v safe to say that Oscar being someone else's teammate and not being Right There throughout the season would not be good for Lando !! </3
*obligatory reminder that I write these posts purely for fun and no I do not hinge any of my happiness in life on two men in racey cars - bc some ppl cannot tell what fandom is for and think everyone's deadly serious
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On my lady days soooo
Bakubaby period comfort?
Comforting You On Your Period
Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Details: reader has a period, umm just talks avout cramps and stuff
Word Count: 469
IM SO FUCKING PISSED BC I LITERALLY JUST WROTE A WHOLE THING FOR THIS AND THEN IT FUCKING DELETED i dont even wanna write it anymore but im still going to especially bc my sweet dear asked for it 😼 and im also on my period #bloodsisters
you groaned as you lied in a fetal position on your bed, clutching your stomach. cramps were your worst enemy right now, especially since they were making it hard to even move, but that's why you had katsuki.
you heard him walk into the room and place something on the nightstand next to your bed. he sat down next to you on the bed and rubbed your shoulder, "i brought you some ibuprofen and water. sit up so you can take it."
you groaned more, "but it hurts..."
"but if you take it then it won't hurt."
well, he had a good point there.
you cursed him internally and sighed, forcing yourself to sit upright. he handed you a few pills and a glass of water to drink them with.
after you did so, you placed the glass back on your nightstand and went back to lay down but you were stopped by your boyfriend.
"hey if you're gonna lay down you can't fall asleep. you need to eat something with the medication, so i'm gonna go get you something. what do you want?" he asked.
you wanted to be upset at him for not letting you rot away in bed, but he was going to bring you food so it was okay. you told him what you wanted to eat and he nodded, leaning down to give you a kiss on your head which made you smile.
"you're such a sap."
"shut up."
a moment later he came back with the food you requested and you sat up slowly, accepting it from him happily. you pat the spot in bed next to you, "come sit with me, kats. we can watch tv together."
he did as you said and sat next to you, putting on the movie you requested to watch. you'd been watching this movie on repeat for the past week which would annoy him if it was anyone else, but it was you, so it was okay.
while you munched on your food you began to feel better and finally felt some relief from your pain. you leaned against katsuki, "thank you for taking care of me."
"'s no problem." he said, leaning into you too. the two of you embraced each other for a while until you felt your food-coma begin to hit and you slowly laid back down, bringing him with you.
"let's just-" you yawned, "take a nap..." you said, already half asleep. katsuki laughed softly and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back as you slept.
sometimes he wondered if he was doing an okay job at attending to your needs, especially because he knew he was more of a 'tough love' kind of person. but moments like these helped reassure himself that he was doing a pretty decent job.
authors note
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im still mad that the first version got deleted smh but WHATEVER i just need to go to sleep. if theres any mistakes or stuff that doesnt make sense pls lmk because im literally half asleep right now lolol kay goodnight!
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Could you do moments of Catnap acting like a cat now? Please?
Can do since they're super quick and easy!!
I have a feeling this is gonna be your guys' new favorite thing
Like Dogday, Catnap can make animal noises!
And more than just purring
Hes one of those cats with a cutie patootie face and a demonic meow
The feline was just laying around all day, dealing with glares from Dogday and Cubby trying to attack him. They just didn't understand why you let him inside, but he wasn't hurting anything; actually he wasn't very active when you weren't around.
But as soon as he heard that door click open, his ears shot up and he quickly stretched. Not wanting to seem like an overly clingy cat, he didn't act how he wanted to and just sat up. A Cheshire cat smile still makes its way to his face when you walk inside and rub between his ears though, watching as you walk into the living room and set your stuff down. He got up in all his tallness and made his way over to you; but the mini's and Dogday beat him to it. The purple cats ears fell and a low growl released from his throat, but he would be alright.
However when you continuously gave the four every ounce of your attention, not saving even a drop for him; he got annoyed and let out a loud obnoxious mrow. It would've sounded a lot better if his voice box wasn't absolute garbage from being damaged, but it obviously caught your attention and you immediately started to give him attention. "Awh, sorry kitty." You said softly, he purred loudly in your touch and looked at the others with a smug expression.
He knocks things over
Sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose
More than likely on purpose
The room was still and quiet in every corner, with the noise box playing and your eyes focused on the imagery it would show. Completely off into your own world before being startled when you heard glass shattering, looking over to the kitchen and narrowing your eyes. "What was that!?" You called out.
Guilty as can be, Catnap quickly tried to speak up despite how croaky his throat can be. "Nothing!" He cooed, trying to hide the fact that he was on the counter when he wasn't supposed to be. He stared at the broken glass below him, tail swaying as Peanuts came over with his eye filled with curiosity as he sniffed it. You however came to the rescue and gently shooed him away, spraying Catnap before sweeping up the glass. Catnap left with a hiss and escaped into the living room, ears flat as he was pouty for getting in trouble.
However... His eyes quickly caught sight of the TV that constantly took up your attention, and a mischievous look came across his face as he wiggled his tail and knocked it over. A loud crash echoed through the house with a certain kitty being proud of himself. "CATNAP!"
He has a really rough tongue
And since he absolutely adores you, likes to lick your face
Poor you
Getting ready for bed used to be easy, until you had various critters in your home at all times. You just wanted one night to yourself and thought that you had them all kicked out, but Catnap revealed himself from the shadows and quickly loafed on top of you before you could shoo him away. "Catnap." You said with a frown, but he purred away.
The loud rumbling of the purr being all you could hear as you stared off into space unamused, before feeling a very rough tongue try to lick your nose and in turn licking your entire face. It felt like someone took slightly damp sand paper to your face making you hiss and try to push Catnap's big head away, but he refused to stop and continued to nuzzle into you and lick your face.
Eventually he had enough and rolled off of you, walking over to the door all prissy like and exiting. He left you with a forcefully red and sore face and you covered in his scent; which none of the other critters would be happy about. With the door left open, you could hear Biscuits hissing at Catnap before sadly glaring at you like you betrayed him. Cats.
Thanks for requesting!
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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.
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:
Caresses in the thermal, talking about marriage and having a child, inferior Feyd to you (he talks about feelings), death of his two former pets (described - blood & gore! + wound fucking & sexuell touch on you) he will tell you in his mother-language that he has feelings for you (thanks to @belovedbastardremus 🖤), obsessed Feyd (unhealthy), probably stalking, disagreements between you, Feyd will cry briefly(!), his uncle will be very shitty to you both... 🤫
\ 🖤 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 🖤 /
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Dozing Duty
Observation duty au
Anomoly!Gun park x Security!reader
word count- 3k
content warnings- stalking, threats, choking, cnc, overstimulation, scratching, biting, degradation, monster(?) fucking, bondage(Kind of?)
You cursed lowly as you could have sworn you saw something flicker against the security screens and lean back in your seat, a loud creak following as you shifted in the chair. It was an annoying reminder for how long you’d been sitting in the same position considering you couldn't remember the last time you heard the sound. It was all just the same thing hours on end, staring at the unmoving and unchanging screens.
Sure, on occasion there was the flicker of the lights, video distorting and objects moving-the usual reports.
But you hadn't gotten the usual reports.
At least not the last few nights. The last few nights you could’ve sworn you kept seeing some figure-some shadow moving across the screens and even hiding in the darkest corners, making it feel like someone was there, that someone was watching you yet anytime you looked-there was nothing. No one there and no anomaly to report. So you’d move on, put your focus on other things like if that chair was always turned to the left or did it really move thirty degrees? You let out a frustrated groan as you rubbed your tired eyes and looked at the clock. ‘Three in the morning, great.’ was all you could think as your eyes slowly traveled back to the screen, locking with the eyes staring right into yours. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened as you realized there was now a figure standing in the middle of the room, staring at you. For some reason it seemed like he didn’t even have a physical form, his body moving and swaying on the video screen almost as if he was fading in and out of the video.
You didn’t know what to do in that moment, you were frozen in fear as you felt the figures eyes piercing your soul-two little white dots that looked brighter than any flashlight ever could. It wasn’t until the figure was now stepping closer to you-to the camera that your hand flew to the report button, speedily typing in a human like anomaly and before you knew it the video screen went down as the anomaly was being ‘taken care of’.
The screen came back to life, showing the same boring room as before and the breath you didn’t realize you were holding slowly let itself out. Maybe you should believe your boss more, what could these anomalies even do? You were in the comfort of a security office in a completely different location from the one you were surveying so there was no way any harm could come to you.
..
….
Right?
It wasn’t until you had finally put your guard down and relaxed that you felt a cold hand place itself on your shoulder. Your stomach dropped and your body tensed up, your mind racing a mile a minute wondering who the hell it could be, the door was locked nobody should have gotten in in fact there shouldn't have been anyone in the building for that matter you were told the only people around you especially at this time was the guards at the front gates to make sure no one would enter the building so you should have gotten a call that someone came in right? Maybe they forgot to call or you missed the call but you haven't left your desk and-
“I don’t like being ignored. It was a cute stunt you tried pulling-thinking pressing that little button would do anything to me but now you’re ignoring me?” Your other shoulder became cold as you felt the persons other hand grab it. Their voice, their hands-it was so unnatural their voice came out confident and low but it almost sounded layered, like not just one person was speaking but multiple, coming in hushed tones, faster yet also slower than the original speaker and their hands-they felt like a corpse- you could almost feel bile rising up from your stomach as you refused to look at them
“What do you want?” You tried to sound confident and level headed but even you could hear the shakiness and fear in your voice all the while the person was chuckling at you.
“What a stupid little thing you are-i’ll let you take one guess what I want-it’s simple really” You had to fight the chill going down your spine when the person started running his fingers through your hair, seeming to be enjoying your discomfort “although…how about this, get it right for a reward-get it wrong and i’ll tell you but you’ll have to suffer the consequences after.”
Consequences? You didn’t even know what this thing was let alone what it would or could do to you if you happen to guess wrong.
“I don’t-how am I supposed to guess when I don’t even know who or what you are” You tried to bargain, your voice sounding hesitant as you tried to buy yourself a little time or at least a little more guessing room. You didn’t want to find out what those consequences might mean. You heard another chuckle-this one not sounding as layered-maybe a little…a little more genuine? They’re-his voice came out clear now-less layered and more..human more…much more gruff
“Alright then.” As your chair spun around, you could see the shadows fall of what was the previous figure revealing a handsome young man, his eyes still carrying that pitch black darkness that pierced into your soul but his forearms were covered in tattoos, revealed by the slick black button rolled up to his elbows. He had matching inky black pants and shoes that almost seemed to blend into the floor and yeah maybe you are tired but you’re certain that even if the lights were on you’d assume he was melting into the floor. He grabbed your armrest to stop the chair, both of his arms are on either side of you and effectively caging you in. “Gun. Now guess.”
Wait, gun? What the fuck did he mean by gun? Was that a part of a threat? “I-uh-i-i-” You stuttered, your thoughts were going a mile a minute and even though you were noting that this man was incredibly attractive it was almost being drowned out by the millions of other thoughts racing through your head.
“I-i-i-is not an answer” He grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look up at him when you looked away, trying to think of something-anything really “Answer it.”
“Um-money?” You hesitated, the only possible reason could be he was trying to rob the place? But why the hell would some shadowy figure of darkness want money? In fact what the hell would a shadowy figure of darkness even want? You were regretting your choice-especially when he started to chuckle again, shaking his head as you could see a grin starting to form on his face, scrunching up the x scar on his nose just a bit as his smile grew wider.
“Wrong.” He cooed as you began to shake, his hand coming up in an almost comforting manner on your cheek “I wanted a new toy. So now you’ll be my new toy-as punishment of course.”
“What do you mean by toy?” You weren’t comforted in the slightest by the action, much more concerned by what he meant.
“Exactly what I mean, a new toy. A new toy to play with” His hand trailed to your neck and shoulder-almost like he was petting you “To tease” His nails lightly dragged from your shoulder to the base of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his nails lightly scratched the your scalp at the base of your neck and carding through your hair “And to break” He suddenly tugged on your hair, making you gasp and let out noise that sounded close to a moan. He smirked as your face went bright red and your eyes widened but before you could say anything, he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, nipping and biting at your lips as his other hand snuck into your shirt. You gasped, opening your mouth and letting him immediately start to explore, completely overwhelming you with him and only him. You tried to get a grip on the situation, reaching out and grabbing the man’s shirt while he completely overpowered you, only pulling away to let you get a breath of fresh air before immediately going back in.
It was hard to keep track, somehow you could feel his hands on the back of your head, under your shirt, creeping into your pants and even grabbing at your wrists, it was all so dizzying even when he pulled away to start biting and sucking at your neck and not sparing any mercy like he had with your lips.
“Wait-wait stop-” You tried to say breathlessly, just barely grabbing the mans attention as he acknowledged you with a grunt “I still don't know you-you’re name-what do you mean by-” You let out a whine as he bit down on the sweet spot on your neck, squirming in the chair and making even more hands grab at your waist, holding you in place.
“I already told you you stupid toy. '' He pulled away, licking at the dark mark he left behind to look up at you “My name is Gun. Now enough of the twenty questions.” He pulled off your shirt before pulling you up out of the chair, hands grabbing your wrists to hold them high above your head as he made quick work of your pants. You looked up to try to see what was holding your wrists only to see that familiar inky blackness around your wrists. It must’ve been him-that eerie feeling of being watched constantly on your back, it had to have been him. How long has he been watching you?
Before you knew it you were completely bare in front of Gun as he stepped back to admire the frazzled and confused mess you had become already. His spit still coated your lips, swollen and a little bruised and didn’t look any better than how your neck was practically sporting a new polka dot pattern. “You’ve just looked so bored sitting in that chair, staring back at me all day. Did you even know I've been watching you all this time?” He started walking around you, getting a full view of your body. “I’ve heard you groaning and moaning for something to entertain you. Is this entertaining enough for you?” He finished his question with a sharp smack to your ass, making you yelp “You thought you’ve been all alone this whole time-poor little thing.” He grinned and smacked your ass again but harder, as you let out a cry you felt a cold pressure cover your mouth, wisps of shadow poking in your line of sight and you realized he had completely silenced you. “It really is a good thing were mostly alone here-im sure if those stupid guards were any closer they would’ve heard your pathetic whining” He moved up closer to you, his whole body enveloping you as his arm reached around you to start playing with your chest, his other hand resting on your stomach before it slowly started trailing lower and lower, making you whimper and squirm.
“When im done with you you wont even have a voice to scream with” His voice came out much more sinister than it had and before you knew it he had you bet over, the shadows still holding your wrists up but behind your back. He made quick work to spit on his fingers before tracing your hole, smirking as you continued to squirm more, trying to get him to push his fingers in “What a little slut you are, first you were terrified of me and now you’re whining for more? That’s pathetic really” He snickered, teasing his finger into the first knuckle before pulling right out, tracing around and around once more. “Are all humans as needy and horny as you?” He teased, leaning over you and making you feel even more trapped-not like you could do anything before this anyway. You were screwed the moment gun set his sights on you. You could feel the frustration building in your stomach as he continued to tease you, your legs shifting and moving as you tried to give yourself relief or finally convince him to give you more when suddenly he pushed three fingers down to the last knuckle inside of you, making you tense and arch your back with a whine from the stretch. “Don’t take it back now, I saw how you were practically begging me to fuck you the way you’re moving around. I felt you twitching on my finger” He said snarkily as he started to pump his fingers into you. You couldn’t remember when he took the shadows away from your mouth, all you could think about was how loud you must be with all your moaning and you were praying the guards would stay by the door and not try to check on you.
His hand came around to wrap around your throat, giving a firm squeeze and cutting off your sounds and air. Your stomach started to tighten up as he found your g spot, slamming into it over and over and it all became overwhelming and dizzying again. There wasn’t any point to try to keep any thoughts in your head because he was effectively cutting them all off and filling everything in with him-just him. You tried to warn, to say something but you're certain the way your walls convulsed around his fingers was enough warning you were about to cum. He let go of your throat, allowing you to suck in a big gulp of air right before you cried out, a loud moan as your orgasm slammed over you. His now free hand was cracking another hard smack on your ass before gripping it tight enough his nails were leaving marks in the skin. You tightened up around him as he did it, your hips jerking into his hand as your body was chasing the pleasure.
Thankfully, he pulled his hand away only to start tracing the head of his dick at your entrance and making you let out a whimper “No-no please wait I can’t handle it yet-i need-i need a minute-”
“No you don’t” His words came out more layered and distorted like they had before, like he was on the very edge of controlling himself before starting to push his entire length into you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he continued to stretch you seemingly beyond your limits. It was the most full you’d felt until he kept pushing and pushing and pushing “Too much! Too much you’re too big-can’t take anymore-” You could feel the harsh slaps on your ass once more, a choked cry escaping you as he just kept smacking until a nice red hand print was left behind “You’re gonna take all of it. It’s part of your punishment, remember? I told you you would face the consequences.” He finally pushed himself all the way in with a groan, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place once the shadows had finally let go of your wrists. Your arms fell to your sides like limp noodles, little to no circulation left in them but it was the least of your worries when gun had pulled out and quickly slammed back in, setting a pace that was hard for you to keep up. You weakly tried lifting your arms, putting your hands against the wall in an attempt to brace yourself but it didn't matter, guns thrusts were hard enough to push your cheek into the wall, pressing you harder and harder against the wall as you tried to lift yourself up, pushing against the wall really anything.
You could feel his nails claw against your thighs and you spread your legs more for him despite your overstimulated body trying to tell you otherwise. You could hear him curse under his breath before reaching around to start teasing and playing with you again, bringing you closer to your next orgasm “Cum-you better fucking cum on my dick before I cum-hurry it up you’re so fucking tight” He let out a low moan that sounded like music to your ears and you tightened around him, trying to pull yourself together but instead unraveling around him like he commanded. He let out another groan before he pulled out of you, spinning you around before pressing you up against your desk, lifting you up and spreading your legs before he was already pushing back into you, his hand quickly moving to wrap around your throat once more.
Your body shook as he continued, proving to not have been nearly as close as you had already been. He looked up at you, making eye contact for the first time since he reappeared in front of you outside of the screen like he had. He leaned in to capture your lips in a breathless kiss as he worked himself up to his own orgasm, thrusting into you deep enough for you to practically feel him in your lungs. Tears started to well up in your eyes before they fell from your cheeks-everything being just too overwhelming and before it could get any more intense-
Suddenly you were sitting in your chair again, fully dressed and untouched. You blinked the dazed and confused expression away, brought back to reality by the security guard that had opened the door to your ‘office’
“You should know better than to be sleeping on the job. If you can’t handle this, go home-we need eyes on that screen at all times.”
“Right-right im sorry-sorry-” You mumbled, rubbing your face as the guard gave you an odd look before shaking his head and walking away. Shaking your head and hands out you decided it was probably just a wild dream due to your sex life not being so active as of late. Until you looked at the screen and felt your chest tighten, the heat rising to your cheeks as you read the ten words that weren’t immediately noticeable had appeared by one of the corners you had been observing earlier.
“We’re not done, I didn’t finish playing with my toy”
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Bruised knuckles
request: Obsessed with your Ruhn fics! Can you please maybe do one where he gets jealous on a night out with a reader where he sees a ale button in her and he gets very possessive over his mate and she loves it
a/n: idk what it is about this man that gets me going lately. I don’t understand this.
warning: blood, fighting
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Ruhn didn’t like doing business on nights out. Especially not when you tagged along. Tonight was supposed to be different. He was supposed to take you out. A date night. One that was already long overdue. He had been a shit boyfriend lately. Fuck if he didn’t think he was edging into the territory of an ex at times. So, he had stepped up. Cut down on the time with the boys. Cut his work short just to pick you up from work.
So to say that he had practically burned the phone in his hands when the message pinged. But it was from his sister. Interest conflict. Both were family in different ways. But Ruhn had always dreamed his relationship with Bryce would be different. Better. So denying her felt like burning another bridge. And she rarely asked. “I’ll be real quick," he muttered against the shell of your ear. “And then I will be fully yours all night." A boyish grin on his lips, one that shined brighter than the gentle smile on your face. But you were always gentle. So gentle and sweet. Ruhn knew that he had swung way higher than he could reach when he tried to smitten you the night Dec introduced you to him. “Just do your thing and come back in one piece," you muttered back, leaning in to press a kiss to Ruhn’s lips before pushing him back slightly, nudging his legs back with your heel.
Now Ruhn just wanted to get back. It had been forty minutes since he had left, and if, from the way he had been constantly glancing at his clock, the man didn’t get the message that he was done, he no longer knew what would help his case. When they finally parted ways, Rugh stopped at the bar first. He needed a couple of shots to loosen the tension in his neck. The last thing he wanted was to bring his shit mood to you. He also got you another drink that nearly shattered in Ruhn’s grip when his eyes landed on the private VIP lounge.
There was another man there. Where was his fucking security? Man, he left to look after you. The fuck sure had a death wish with the way he leaned forward. Constantly trying to brush his knuckles over your exposed legs. You didn’t seem interested. If anything, you looked annoyed. The male chatted away as if he was the most interesting thing here. While you sat there with an unamused look on your face, swirling your drink from time to time.
Ruhn shoved the glass at some random girl who was the closest to him as he strolled forward, undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt as he went. “You can touch it if you want," Ruhn’s blood vessels nearly popped at the male's words, the way he flexed his arm in front of you. “Give me a reason to not bash your teeth in,” he growled as he yanked the guy up by his shirt. "Chill, my guy, just rounding chicks up, seeing the vibe," the guy pushed back against Ruhn, laughing. “I’ll show you the vibe," Ruhn growled, his hand coming to the male's hair as he turned to drag him out.
"Ruhn," you called from behind. “Stay there," he growled back, more and more people turning to stare now. He had barely made it outside before his fist collided with the male's jaw. “You ever think," Ruhn hissed, “On coming up to women and rounding chicks up," another blow landed on his jaw, pained grounds echoing. “I will personally find you." Ruhn hissed at the bloody face in front of him. He was seeing red. Even the idea of the smallest sent off this man on you was driving him into overdrive.
The metal door creaked. “Take care of this." Your voice filled the back side of the alley. But Ruhn’s anger only rose higher as the two men who were on watch tonight came into view. “Where were you?” Ruhn growled, yanking one of them by the shirt. “We just..." the man began to say, but Ruhn quickly cut in. “Fired. Both of you," he hissed. Ready to shout when you come into view. Grasping his face. Your long nails digging into his cheeks as you scowled at him.
“Take a fucking breath in," you hissed. Your scent wrapped around him. Calming Ruhn’s mind. You always felt close to him. The mating bond made sure of it. But now… His fingers reached for your hips, pulling you slightly closer. “Popping off like a firecracker," you huffed, pushing his hands back, and making Ruhn growl. He wanted to feel you close. No, needed to. “You didn’t need to go and do all that." You threw your hands in the air, turning away from him.
Ruhn didn’t think; he let the need within him act as he reached for your neck, pulling you back against his chest. “Don’t turn away from me when you yell," he hissed into your ear. “Don’t go caveman on me," you growled back, but you didn’t push his hand away. No, instead, your fingers brushed over his. “I thought we were over this," you muttered as Ruhn leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Breathing you in. But there wasn’t even a single note from someone else. You. Shit tones of him and a dusting of the things you did before you had even climbed into his car tonight.
“I would have kept you locked in your cage for a while longer," you teased, reaching back to brush your fingers through his hair. “Very funny," Ruhn said. He knew that he had to work on his rage when it came to other males being near you. But the simplest thought of someone else being by your side. Someone else making you laugh. Having your full attention. This was the universe laughing at him. Poking at the fact that he haven’t been valuing who was by his side. Showing him how it would feel from another perspective.
"Hey!", Your delicate fingers brushed over his cheek. Ruhn didn’t even feel you shifting in his arms. “You blanked on me, bad boy." You pinched Ruhn’s cheek smiling, but he can’t bring himself to return the expression. “Fuck, I ruined tonight," he sighed. “You can go ahead and name me the shittest boyfriend," Ruhn huffed in defeat. “Ruhn, we already talked about this," you sighed. “We are both adults, both busy," you reasoned.
“But you don’t deserve that half-time bullshit," Ruhn hissed back. “You can and should just walk away." You stood staring at him for a heartbeat. "Ruhn," you breathe out, your heart aching. He didn’t lift his eyes to meet yours. “My love hasn’t changed just because we had a harder month," you said, stepping closer. “I missed you, yes. But I won’t just pack my bags and go. I love you, silly." Resting your chin on his chest, you tried to catch his eyes. “We’re a team," you mutter, “Even if you leave your dirty underwear all over the place," you shake your head, managing to drag a light chuck from Ruhn.
“I don’t like other men near you like that," he muttered. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I think everyone got the message clear; you don’t need to worry." His arm snaked around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. Brushing his lips over your forehead a couple of times. You didn’t rush him. Letting him ground himself for a moment more before your eyes landed on his hand. Angry, red knuckles are visible even in dim light.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips, “Your hand." You pulled it up for inspiration. “We need to clean this up," you frowned. “It’ll be healed before we even get home; don't worry about it," he promised. You let out a deep sigh. Standing in his arms for a moment longer. “I want shitty fries and a burger," you puffed, making Ruhn let out a laugh. It was better for both of your sakes to just go back home anyway. “Order while we drive; we’ll eat it in our pajamas." Ruhn pulled your chin up, kissing you tenderly one last time before spinning you around. Slapping your bum while he was at it, making you walk ahead of him. Laughing as you turned back, practically blinding him with that long nail of yours upon your middle finger.
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ACADEMIC RIVALS | FUSHIGURO MEGUMI x READER
summary: reader is annoyed particularly after their classmate megumi copies their answer. they have a rivalry that carries into high school, something shocking is revealed about megumi
content warnings: light n' slight cursing, reader is lowkey petty and a bully, first story ever type writing
NEW SCHOOL, Same bullshit. Same lame ass teachers that think they know every damn thing, Same students forced to be in a legal prison for 7 hours straight, Same assignments that take longer to finish than the class, and same stupid icebreaker questions no one cares about. It is only your third or fourth year in elementary school, and you already want to graduate college. Maybe if you're smart enough I can graduate extremely early and leave this school that's full of sh- "We're waiting for your answer" You spaced out again? that's like the fifth time today "I'm sorry, what was the question?" You were so wrapped up in your thoughts about graduating you forgot to listen for your name for icebreaker questions.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Easy question. "A doctor" It has been your dream career since you were 5. You've always wanted to be a doctor for as long as you can remember, it was the reason you pushed so hard in school despite being in the third grade. "Wow, our first doctor! Wonderful choice." You felt special that you were the only person who said you wanted to be a doctor. It was granted since most people in the class had stupid answers like "A fairy princess" or "A dog". Yeah, the kids in your class were that dumb. "Ok, last person. Megumi, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Megumi? That's a dumb name. He wasn't difficult to spot because anytime someone's name was called the whole class would stare at them. He looked like he wasn't paying attention at first, looking out the window. He was the supposed "smart kid" of the class. Not smarter than you of course but to you he just looked quiet. He also looks like he would pick his nose to be honest but hey, don't judge a book by its cover? He stuttered as he spoke, "uhm...uh a doctor?"
Who does this kid think he is? He just stole your answer. You just heard this kid speak and you’ve already decided he’s your biggest enemy. “Oh, now there’s two doctors in the class.” No there’s not. This wannabe will never be a doctor. He wishes he was me. “Alright class, take out your notebooks and we’ll start the lesson for today.” You turned to look at him with a stank face which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He furrows his eyebrows at you in confusion and you mouth to him “I hate you.”
And that’s all it took for your rivalry to start. It was always a competition with the two of you. Although Megumi was a smart kid, you were smarter. For example, he might know grass is green, but you knew it was chlorophyll that made it green. He could be able to the time on a digital clock, but you could tell the time with an analog clock with roman numerals.
After that day in third grade, you’ve both spoken 264 words to each other within the years you guys have known each other. A few exchanged that time you bumped into each other in the hallways which was dismissed with a “Oh, my bad” and “Watch where you’re going”. The other 254 being when you had a science project with him which your teacher conveniently paired the both of you together.
Was this “rivalry” really because he said he wanted to be a doctor back in the third grade? Sadly yes. You both are in your first year of high school and you still haven’t let it go. But in all honestly, Megumi hopes you don’t let it go. Before your rivalry, he never really felt a reason to go above and beyond in school. If he had A’s and B’s, he was set for the year. However, you pushed him to do better, seeing as you were always competing. He does think the reason this started is stupid. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The reason for that isn’t just because of his grades improving, It’s also because he’s madly in love with you.
xoxodivine©
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The Prize for Bad Behavior
Chapter 1: What are you going to do about it?
“I know why he’s acting like this. I just don’t know what to do about it.” Eddie sat across the glossed over wood bar table from Tommy. His pint glass hadn’t left his hand for more than a few seconds since the waitress set it down in front of him ten minutes ago and he looked more annoyed than Tommy had yet to see him. They’d just finished up the pick up game on the west side. A game they had easily dominated. They should be in a great mood. But their happiness over the game was being greatly overshadowed by the nasty attitude they’d both been on the receiving end of from Eddie’s best friend.
“You do?” Tommy questioned his eyebrow raising enough that he could feel the pull on his face. Still clearly irritated, Eddie gulped down more beer before coming up for air. His face twisted up into a scowl.
“Of course I do! I know Buck as well as I know myself.”
Tommy had no doubt about that. One of the very first things that Tommy had picked up on when Eddie and him began hanging out, was that he and Evan were attached at the hip. But Eddie’s own admission, the two were each other’s everything. And what Tommy didn’t understand, was how neither man had figured out that everything meant madly in love. He’d seen it a million times in his life. It was a common thing especially among gays. Two people who were best friends, trying so hard to convince themselves that’s all it was. But Tommy had a suspicion that in this case, the two men truly had no idea.
“He’s jealous!” Eddie’s words had Tommy pausing, glass halfway to his mouth as he looked over the table. For a moment, the words had made Tommy believe he’d been wrong, and that at least Eddie was aware of the feelings between them. But a quick assessment of the younger man’s face showed nothing more than surface level irritation.
“What could he have to be jealous of?” He asked, moving to drink his beer. Hoping that the move would hide his interest in the subject, which he was sure was obvious on his face.
Tommy wasn’t entirely sure where his interest lied at that point. There was a moment after the cruise ship rescue, where Evan had looked at Tommy with so much love and happiness and appreciation in his gorgeous blue eyes, that Tommy had sworn Evan was attracted to him. It was a thought that Tommy had felt was confirmed when Evan had gone to Hen to get his number before calling him up and asking him for a tour of the Air Support Hangar. But ever since that day, it had seemed like Tommy had been way off track. Evan hadn’t reached out at all. Not even bothering to reply when Tommy had sent him a text asking if he’d enjoyed his tour. What was more, the basketball game had been the first time Tommy had seen the adorable firefighter since that day, and he’d acted like both Eddie and Tommy were bugs on the bottom of his shoe.
And then, there was Eddie. Tommy couldn’t deny that the man was a knockout. He was hot, a ton of fun to be around, they shared a lot of interests and genuinely just enjoyed each other’s company. Tommy couldn’t deny he was excited every time he knew they were going to be hanging out. It felt just the same giddiness he had with past romantic partners. But despite the fact that Eddie had a tendency to flirt seemingly without realizing it, and a late night admission that he took the path in life he did solely because it had been what was expected of him, Tommy still hadn’t gotten solid indication that Eddie would be open to him making a move. So, he hadn’t.
Tommy watched the irritation melt off Eddie’s face at his question. It was replaced by a look of mourning. Eddie sighed. “He gets insecure.” He told him. It was the last thing Tommy had expected him to say.
“Insecure?” He parroted. “He’s good looking, sweet, from what I hear he’s a damn good firefighter. What is it he’s insecure about? I mean, clearly he knows he can’t be replaced. Especially not in your life.”
Eddie thought it over for a moment, the sad look on his face deepening. “He doesn’t know that.” His friend’s sexy brown eyes met his expectant gaze for a long moment, drilling in the overwhelming truth in what he’d just said, before flicking down to the table. “There’s a long and really messed up story behind it. But Buck doesn’t believe he’s enough…for anyone. I’ve tried so hard over the years to convince him otherwise. And he’s a lot better than he used to be, but-”
“Let me guess, but when it comes to you and your friendship, his jealousy is easily spiked.” Eddie’s attention snapped back up to him, disbelief clouding his eyes.
“Yeah. How’d you know that?” This was one of those moments, where Eddie spoke to him in a way as adoring as Buck’s gaze after the rescue. It made Tommy’s stomach drop a little. Like when the helicopter caught a slight down draft. Noticeable but not overwhelming.
“Because people are unreasonably protective over the things they love the most.” Tommy answered lightly. He knew that after only knowing these two men for a couple of weeks, that it wasn’t his place to interfere. Especially after Evan and Eddie had been tap dancing around the subject for years. But as a man who finally felt comfortable in himself and his sexuality, he couldn’t let two men who were clearly head over heels for each other, miss their opportunity because they refused to see it. If there was one thing that Tommy could do as Eddie’s friend, it’d be to lay this out for him.
Surprisingly, Eddie didn’t some much as a blink at Tommy’s words. A knowing expression pressed his features. “I know that better than anyone.” He muttered more to himself than his friend. “That’s why I’ve never told him that I want to be with him.”
When Eddie finally got the courage to meet Tommy’s eyes, it took a moment for him to actually see the smirk being offered his way.
“You knew?” He questioned. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh.
“Of course I knew. I mean, it’s pretty obvious-well, to everyone but you two apparently.” Eddie’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, giving Tommy the chance to compose himself. With a sigh of resignation, he threw caution and common sense to the wind. “Why do you think I didn’t ask you out on a real date?”
Eddie’s jaw snapped shut, his brows pressing together in confusion as he assessed the man across from him. Tommy knew he was questioning whether or not it was a joke, so Tommy met his gaze head on. “You wanted to ask me out?” Eddie finally asked. His tone not just level, but even holding the tiniest bit of teasing. Tommy’s stomach dipped again.
“Of course I did!” Tommy threw back playfully. “Come on Diaz, you’re a good looking dude. And a shit ton of fun to hang out with. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?”
Eddie let out an exhale that sounded a lot like a laugh from where Tommy was sitting. “Damn. And here I thought you kind of had a thing for Buck. I mean, I saw the way you were looking at him on the boat.”
Tommy’s teeth sank into his bottom lip. “I am.” He admitted before shaking his head. “Well, I was. But, you and I both saw how much he despises me.” His words took on a regretful tone that sobered both men a little.
Tommy wished he and Eddie would keep playing around and joking. In another world, Tommy would take this and run with it. He’d flirt, buy Eddie a drink or two. They’d hang out, hit it off, and maybe if Tommy were lucky, he’d be lucky enough to score a kiss before getting in his car and driving home.
But this wasn’t that world.
In this world, whether it was a stated thing or not, Eddie belonged to Evan. Tommy would respect that dynamic. Even though he’d admitted his feelings for Eddie, and Evan for that matter, he knew he wouldn’t act on it. Because he’d already gotten in between the two men more than he should have.
“He doesn’t despise you.” Eddie argued. “He just doesn’t know you. All he knows is that I keep hanging out with you instead of him.”
“Why do you?” The words flew out of Tommy’s mouth before he could stop them.
Eddie polished off his drink before responding. “Because I like you too.” He admitted. “And…the truth is it’s getting hard to be around Buck and ignore how I feel.”
Having the hot guy you're hanging out with pine over another man right after saying he likes you normally wouldn’t go over very well. But for some reason, Tommy actually felt honored that he’d been looped into the same statement as Eddie’s love for Evan. It somehow told him that Eddie was really into him.
“So, just tell him how you feel.” Tommy offered before downing the rest of his drink. “I know you think it’ll ruin things, but it won’t. I know it isn’t my place, but if the shit that went down on the court today says anything, it’s that he feels the same way.”
“You know, I was thinking the same thing. But I couldn’t bring myself to address it after his behavior. I don’t want him thinking that he can get his way by throwing a temper tantrum.” Timmy couldn’t help but laugh, loud and hearty at the statement.
“I can get behind that.” He said finally.
A look of pure astonishment lit Eddie’s face suddenly. “I’ve got it!” He told Tommy as he flagged down their waitress. Tommy did nothing to hide the curiosity and confusion on his face.
“What?”
Eddie handed the waitress a twenty to cover their drinks and told her to keep the change before pushing out of his chair. “Buck keeps forgetting, I’m a dad. I know how to handle a kid having a fit. I know how to give him what we both want while punishing him at the same time, but I need your help. You game?”
The mischief in Eddie’s eyes was something he hadn’t seen since the night of the rescue and it turned Tommy on to no end. Standing, he stepped around the table and up to Eddie. “I don’t know where you’re going with this. But I’m in.”
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Just when he'd settled down for a good nap, Sans was startled awake by knocking and calls from his door. He'd be more annoyed if he wasn't such a good sport—knock knock jokes are serious business, after all.
"yaaawn...mm...who's there?"
The skeleton sat up with some difficulty, rubbing at his eye socket. Her voice answered, still a little muffled through the layer of thick wood and magic.
"Stopwatch!"
He climbed off his mattress, sleepily kicking his slippers onto the correct feet and shuffling to the door.
"heh heh heh. stopwatch who?"
"Stopwatch you're doing and open the door!"
Sans did as told, still chuckling at the joke. Across from him stood Angel, rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands behind her back. Her expression said it all—she was excited, ready to show him something.
"alright. door is open. what's up, human?"
"Well, "skeleton"," She started, with an edge of amusement in her voice. "You remember how I bled all over the place?"
"sure."
"And I kiiinda stained some clothes?"
"vividly."
"You'll be happy to know that I fixed it!"
A pause. Sans raised a browbone at her before she seemed to suddenly remember what she was trying to do in the first place, fumbling slightly as she pulled her hands away from her back. Both were shoved forward into his face, white fabric held tight in brown fingers.
...His gloves?
"why do you have—"
"I dug 'em out the trash and cleaned them, now take them!"
He did as told, giving them a once over. Perfectly clean—no longer stained reddish brown. No evidence of the fact that he'd had to try and stop a human from bleeding out.
"whoa. how'd you manage that?"
"Trust me, you don't know how much blood I've had to get off of clothes before."
The implications of that statement strained his grin, just a little.
"...meaning what? you, uh, make a habit of hurting other humans?"
Angel looked at him for a long moment, confused by his reaction, before suddenly bursting into giggles. He felt off-kilter. Was she messing with him?
"Do you know anything about the human body?"
"....i sense i've made a mistake of some kind."
She beckoned him to lean forward, which he did after a long moment of deliberation. Five minutes later, he jolted away like he'd been burnt, left hand up to cut her off.
"okay alright i believe you—don't tell me anything else or i'm gonna lose my lunch. which would be impressive, since i don't have a stomach."
"Aww, the skeleton can't handle a biology lesson. And here I thought you liked science!"
Sans refused to confirm or deny that fact, and the human merely laughed and shook her head.
"Men. Oh well, let me know whenever and I'll show you how to get the stain out of the Crossbones jacket, okay?"
Angel giggled all the way through the hall and down the stairs. He shook his head and took a moment to look at them again. Perfectly clean. When he tugged them on to test, they looked fine.
His eternal grin softened a little as he leaned against his doorframe, rubbing at the back of his left hand absently. On the first floor, Angel had set about folding her blanket on the couch, his pupils idly tracking her movements as they grew fuzzy.
"...heh."
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ruggie to (unknowingly) his kid: imma flirt with your mom and potentially erase your existence, sorry not sorry
*cracks knuckles* nothing but the best for my favorite hyena.
notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.
The entire Yutu situation gives Leona a headache. He sees the portal, takes a sniff, rolls his eyes, and goes looking for the only hyena he (or to be more accurate Yuu) knows. He doesn't outright say “congratulations you're a dad” because he doesn't know if that would be too much to believe but Ruggie takes the whole "time traveler related to Yuu" idea fairly well. I mean, Yuu’s from another world and Ruggie was pretty convinced that was impossible until . What bothers him is Leona's saying Yutu is a beastman. That can only really mean one thing, but Ruggie doesn't want to bug Leona for any more details because what if his first thought is wrong and all his hopes are crushed? I mean he never said that Yutu was Yuu's kid... just that they are related. Maybe it's an ancestry thing and he can just adjust the streams a bit?
Meanwhile Yutu is thrilled to see what a great partner to his parent his dad is. It makes him feel very warm and safe, something Yutu hasn't felt in a very long time.
Ruggie! Yutu is a bit oblivious to certain things. He tries to socialize with people, really he does but things always just sort of come out wrong and leave him upset, lonely, and embarrassed. He doesn't have Ruggie's charisma or ability to schmooze, but he does have his laugh. Something that endears him to Yuu which is all he really cares about at the end of the day. Hyenas tend to be more solitary and stick to their clans/family units, and while he might not have his ears and tail in your world he still has his instincts.
Yuu remembers Ruggie as someone who took care of them and took a great deal of pride in that. They tell him about how Yutu shares his laugh, and how they know in their soul he would have loved Yutu to bits. Ruggie has a voice line about how he used to make flower crowns for the neighborhood kids back home, and I can see him teaching Yuu how he made them when they were preparing for Yutu so they "could make some for the kid when they get here." Yuu might not remember that's why they know how to make the little crowns Yutu loves so much, but it makes them nostalgic to watch their little dandelion prince run around their backyard in his crown.
Dandelions are his favorite flower from how often Yuu uses them to make flower crowns, and he quite likes making wishes on them. When he was a child he used to bring them up to Yuu and insist on them making wishes too, he never told them but he was convinced that one day Yuu's memory loss and pain would go away if they just kept wishing on them. He still makes wishes on them sometimes, but he feels very silly about it now.
He likes being useful, especially to Yuu, and is surprisingly good at negotiating for someone who isn't as unflappable as his dad. People tend to think he comes off as a bit stupid, so they're very blindsided when he knows all his figures and what to charge for his work. He doesn't fully realize this which tends to annoy people, which he does pick up on but he's too stubborn to let that affect negotiations. He needs that money more than whoever is dunking on him.
What does he use that money for? Well he wants Yuu to use it on bills, but you keep saying no so he spends it on fabric and yarn. If he's going to spend so much time alone he might as well be able to clothe himself. And you always praised him when he made you something new. Like I said, he wants to be useful.
As described here upon being transported to Twisted Wonderland, Ruggie! Yutu found himself transformed into a hyena beastman. His hearing is overwhelmingly sensitive, Crewel has to speak to him in whispers for the first few weeks, and still finds himself doing it sometimes. Losing Yuu clearly struck a massive blow to Yutu's sense of self, and now Crewel has to tell him about what happened to his dad.
Yutu really likes the idea that the dead in Twisted Wonderland become stars. He starts stargazing to cope with missing his parents, even picking out where in the sky he thinks you and Ruggie are watching over him. It evolves into an interest in stargazing that he keeps up when he travels back in time.
Now Ruggie. Ruggie. When Yutu meets him he's surprised at how accurate Yuu's memories of him were. He loves showing off how good he would be at taking care of Yuu while providing them the room to take care of themselves too. Ruggie has so much respect for what Yuu can do without magic it makes Yutu a bit teary eyed, he had always worried about Yuu feeling alone in Twisted Wonderland since he knows first hand mages can be very judgemental so seeing one not like that-
"Well it's just nice to see." His father can't see it but his tail his wagging underneath his hoodie. For some reason, Ruggie doesn't seem proud of himself though, he's just staring at the ground long and hard like he's thinking about something.
"Are you sure you should be thanking me?" Yutu thinks that Ruggie sounds sad, and he's instantly worried that he's said something wrong somehow but has no idea what it could be or how to explain himself if he had.
"Um- is is there a reason I shouldn't?" Please don't make him guess that's his least favorite game and he always fails-
"Well I mean I'm flirting with your parent ain't I? That could potentially erase your existence." Ruggie is so serious about it that it shocks Yutu out of his spiral.
"Oh. I don't think that will be an issue."
Listen the instant Ruggie learns he can flirt with Yuu to his hearts content without causing timeline issues he gets three times as "insufferable" (Yutu thinks it's cute) with how direct he is to Yuu. He's still more reserved than some of the other boys, he wants you to make the first move, but he's happy that he wasn't misinterpreting your relationship up to this point. Really happy.
He is significantly LESS happy with what Yutu tells him about the future. Ruggie was raised by his grandma and while he loves her to death the last thing he ever wanted for his child was to A) have to struggle like he did and B) have to struggle alone. Don't get him wrong, he trusts Yuu to have given Yutu the best childhood possible given their circumstances but those circumstances never should have existed. It's literally the one thing he has been working for all this time and vowed never to accept failure for.
Very worried about Yutu's health now that he knows he's been a Hyena beastmen all this time under that hood. He uses his new found freedom to take up Yuu's time to keep them away from Ramshackle (until Yutu is ready to tell Yuu) so Yutu can have a bit more time to relax outside of his disguise. he's very impressed by Yutu's sewing skills and takes the time to teach him how to alter his clothes to be more friendly to his tail and ears.
From the bit of reading I did on Hyenas, and some of Ruggie's voice lines, bringing back food for the cubs is very important to them so Ruggie starts being very concerned about seeing Yutu eat enough. He won't even charge for it if he thinks his kid didn't get enough to eat, Rugginald is going to find that boy a sandwich if it's the last thing he does (but not really he's not going to die on Yutu again.)
Surprisingly, Ruggie is more than fine with Yutu's lack of charisma and social awkwardness. It takes all sorts of peoples to make the world go round and Yutu clearly has a good head for figures and a strong work ethic. He knows what his weakness are and he tries to make up for them, what else could a survival minded guy like Ruggie ask for? (One of those sweaters he made Yuu, a matching one preferably he wants to take holiday pictures he's heard rich people do that.)
Ruggie is another one who has no idea how to fix the future, but he's sure Leona will be willing to make it his problem if he learns just how much more work is waiting for him in the future if he doesn't stop things now. In the meantime he tries not to think about the death that could be awaiting him in favor of working to maintain what he has now, and that's you, your not cat, and your star gazing son from the future. Ruggie's never been one to take stock in the idea that a person can be poor in wealth but rich in friends, but damn if he doesn't feel like it every time Yutu asks him to show him something new.
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Fallen angel!Adam x Moth Healer!Reader
Chapter 3: The beautiful light
(Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3)
Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, cannibalism, and smoking
A/n: Just wanna thank all the peeps that were able to vote on the poll I made a few days ago <33 Had no idea what to do for the story so voting really helped me. Also this one’s kinda L O N G, I just had a lot of ideas for this part. (Also this song just reminded me of this fic listen to it PLS)
Adam’s pov:
Another weird ass dream, ever since I moved in this chicks hip-dip apartment I’ve been getting them. It’s mostly the day of the extermination, I can’t believe I didn’t turn back as soon as they started fighting back. Now I let everyone in heaven down, even Lute.
Whatever, I need to go wiz. I should probably stay quiet otherwise that butterfly bitch might wa-
Third dream pov (idk what to call it):
Before Adam can finish his thoughts, he looks towards the mirror, revealing his angel form but severely injured, and with a large gaping wound in his chest, surrounded by blood. Adam lets out a startled yelp, backing up against the bathroom door, awakening him.
Normal third pov:
Adam wakes up, startled at his new dream. He had still been lying on the couch, but his eyes wider than ever. He sits up, some of the leather couch sticking against his sweaty body, scratching the back of his head. The grey morning sky shined between the window blinds, he wanted to go back to sleep, but who could after a dream like that?
Adam rushes to the bathroom, quickly opening the door and turning on the lights, heading straight to the mirror. He gently touches his left horn, feeling a mix of relief but also disappointment that he’s back in his new body.
A lousy cough escapes his chapped lips, feeling that his throat is dry, and decides to get water from the kitchen tap, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. Sure it tasted weird and warm, but he didn’t care. He chugged the nearly the whole thing in one sip, with some water spilling from the cup to his chin hairs. Adam slams the cup against the table.
Suddenly, a displeasing alarm goes off in the distance. He realizes that he’s not alone in here, what could that alarm be for tho? Y/n steps out of from her room still in her pajamas, yawning.
“Oh Adam!... What are you doing up this early?” She asks while heading to the kitchen. “I dunno man, just felt like it.” He responds in annoyance, “What are you doing up this early? You’re the one with the annoying ass alarm.”
Y/n rolls her eyes a bit while opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen waffles, “I just have somethings to do today, so I thought I’d wake up early. I’m planning to pick up something from cannibal town.” She begins putting some waffles in a toaster while making herself a latte. “Gasp, you should totally come!!” Y/n exclaims excitedly.
Adam looks alarmed, offended even, and just stairs in confusion. “Y/n, why in the fuck, would I want to go anywhere, in this miserable place.” He says in a brutally honest manner. “I mean seriously, are you blind? Have you seen what goes on out there??” Adam pulls y/n to the window opening the blinds, revealing a guy getting his brains blown out.
Y/n cringes at the sight, “okay yeah it’s not great, but cannibal town is pretty enjoyable! Cmon you’ll see what I mean when we go there, plus you get to try out those wings of yours.” She says pointing at his scaly two scaly things, leading Adam to spread one of them a bit.
Y/n stares at Adam waiting for an answer, he sighs in annoyance, “eugh, fine I’ll go. Whatever means I can crash in here.” She then jumps in excitement, “Yess!! Also you’re going to have to pay at least half of the rent here if you wanna stay.” (He really thought 😭)
Time skip: 2hours
Adam waits on the couch waiting for y/n to finish up getting ready, y/n was lucky to find her old roommates clothes in his size. He has a leather jacket, along with black jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. He’s wearing the same boots he wore when he got here tho, he thought they’d look good with his jacket. Adam flinches at the sudden steps of y/n who just finished up, walking in the room.
“Sorry, I didnt scare you did I?” She says chuckling whilst brushing her hair. She had a long forest green skirt, along with a brown laced top and a cardigan that only reached her elbows. “So do you wanna fly or walk there? I can teach you how!”
Adam realizes, he has to pretend he doesn’t know how to fly, otherwise she might get suspicious. He assumes that since one angel has fallen, then there must be a shit ton. He can’t let her know that he’s the reason for the exterminations. “yeah, yeah totally totes you can definitelyteachmehowtoflymanandstuffhahahha” He rambles on while his eyebrows are furrowed and making finger guns to him, noticeably sweating his ass off.
Y/n notices this, then coming to a conclusion. “I know why you’re nervous, Adam..” She says gently, while looking up at him. Adam panics, nearly choking on his spit, “Ar-Ar you serious?”
“Yeah..
you must be afraid of heights!” She exclaimed happily, truly a eureka moment for this woman. Adam sighs in relief, the most unbearable relief anyone has ever felt. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, it’s always the tall ones.” She says shaking her head. “We don’t have to fly, Adam. It’s only a mile or two away, we’ll get there in no time!” Y/n adds picking up her messenger bag. “Now, let’s get going!” She says with a bright smile.
As they step onto the sidewalk, y/n notices that Adam seems a bit cautious. Normally when he was in hell it was to commit a massacre, not having to worry about a sinner hurting them because-well they couldn’t at the time. But now things are different, he’s one of them now.
“Relax,” Y/n starts, “just stay out of trouble, and stick with me. Oh and also watch your step, these guys are open to just taking a dump anywhere they’d like.”
The two begin to walk on the dirty sidewalk, y/n being extra careful about where she’s walking, but Adam doesn’t really mind stepping on a used condom or some junkies bag of coke.
“So, what’s it like up there?” Y/n asks, Adam gets alarmed at her question, stuttering a bit. “uuuUUP WHERE?”
“On earth! I heard that the sky is blue instead of red. And the animals there are not as scaly” y/n begins to stroke the soft hairs on her left wing, she was truly torturing this poor man. “How do the animals look here?” He asks, before y/n can respond,
splat!
A large red fleshy snake falls onto the ground, not really moving that much, just there. “I think that should answer your question” y/n then walks over the seemingly dead snake, while Adam does the same.
“So like, what do you guys do here all day?” Adam questions while sneering at the explicit posters causally displayed out in the open. “I mean, that depends on who you’re asking. Most people go on a rampage as soon as they get here, at least from what I see.” Y/n shrugs. “But sometimes you find a stable part of hell, or at least as stable as hell can be.” Adam becomes slightly intrigued about what she’s saying about hell. “Like, I work at a cafe around here. It’s nice but it’s a bit hard to keep up the wage when angels and demons wreck the place every now and then.” She says sadly, Adam feeling a wave of shame, that she has to live in constant fear while working because of others, and sometimes him.
Eventually, both y/n and Adam finally enter cannibal town. Adam being a bit wary, since he sees many familiar faces around the place, but not for good reason. Y/n then noticing, “Adam? You don’t look so good, is something wrong?” She questions. Adam begins to snap out of his cautious mode, “uhh, yeah?It’s not like on earth people are open to just eating each other out in the open-and NOT in the good way.” He scoffs, pointing to a gentlemen eating another’s guts out. “Oof, Rosie might wanna get that checked at.” Y/n says looking over at where Adam is pointing.
“And who the hell is Rosie??” Adam asks pretty loudly, “The mayor, but I’m sure she’s busy today. Anyways, I’m gonna go to the florist shop. Whole I go you can..” Y/n begins to look around, trying to find a place for Adam to get distracted, then finding a smoke store nearby. “-go to the smoke shop!” She suggests pointing nervously to the shop, hoping that her assumption wouldn’t offend him.
Adam stared at the shop for a bit, he had smoked before, but it was mostly when he was able to disguise himself as a human and go to earth. But he hasn’t done that in a while, last time he smoked he found himself passed out at the back of some hippies van. Ever since Sera made sure he was always watched whenever he went to earth.
“…yeah sure I’ll go smoke.” He submits. Y/n taking a breath of relief, “good! I’ll be in the shop if you need me” Y/n quickly gives him a nice 50, then going off to the flower shop.
Adam finishes his shopping trip pretty quickly, to be fair all he had was 50$ and the store was quite small. He just bought a bubbler and a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter of course. He sits on a bench that had been between the two stores, then smoking one of the cigarettes.
He sat on that thing for at least 6 or 7 minutes. As he was sitting, he did notice that this place was nicer than every other part of hell. A bit weird to think about, how just a few days ago they were trying to kill each other. A huge gust of wind blows his cigar onto the floor, and into a puddle to his left. His attention is then drawn into the reflection for a few seconds, but he shrinks away from the pain of realizing he’s a demon now, and turns away closing his eyes.
After a good 9 minutes, y/n comes out with a woven basket of lavender, as well as candles with flowers inside of them. “Oh I took so long didn’t I?” She apologizes. “They just had a great sale on candles I couldn’t resist!” Y/n begins to sit down with Adam, hoping to rest a bit after standing round for a bit. “So, how have your last few days been down here?”
“Shitty. Do you have any eyeliner?” Adam replies manspreading, him being slightly slouched down. Y/n then scurries in her bag, hoping to find some. “I didn’t strike you as the type to wear eyeliner.” She chuckles, handing him the small stick along with a hand mirror. “What shape do you like putting it? I like a thin feline, it’s cute but basic.” Y/n shrugs, “Do I look like Jeffery star to you? I don’t know the fuckin species of eyeliner.” He laughs shaking his head giving himself a soft Smoke. Y/n laughs along with him, setting down the basket of lavender and candles between them.
“I got the lavender stuff for you.” Y/n says, Adam pauses, looking over at y/n. “…you’re not that smart are you?” Adam stares judgmentally, y/n taking lots of offense to his comment but keeping quiet. “Why do I need flowers right now? I don’t need a pity gift, especially if they’re some fucking flowers.” Adam scoffs. “No, they aren’t a pity gift or anything, I can tell you haven’t slept peacefully ever since you’ve gotten here.” Y/n removes a bit of the cloth on the basket to take one of the lavenders out. “These will be able to help you, I can make tea out of them and they’ll help you out. Or we can use the aromatherapy I got with it too, just in case you don’t like tea.” Y/n offers, she reaches over to gently grab Adam’s hand places it on hers.
“I know you’re going through a lot Adam. You don’t have to tell me why, but I need you to know that hiding your feelings wont do any good for you.” She explains giving a worried but weirdly comforting look at him, “so please, let me help you.”
Adam stares into y/n’s maroon and green eyes. He then feels as if a big weight of pressure left his chest, he’s never been able to have a person understand him like this. Especially when they don’t really know who he is. Tears slowly form in his red eyes, as y/n pulls him in for a hug. Feeling the warmth in her body made him feel safe in a way, that he could trust her. That she can always help him when he needs it. He didn’t know the exact words for it, but all he knew is that he hadn’t felt this way ever since Eden.
Adam’s dream pov:
Both Adam and y/n had gotten back to the house, it was a nice trip back since Adam finally trusted her a whole lot more. Once they got back y/n gave Adam some lavender tea, sure he would rather drink a cup of literal vomit than tea but he was desperate to sleep soundly for once. Hell, he could even sleep in jeans if we wanted to.
Adam practically throws himself on the couch, immediately going to sleep as soon as his cheek hits the pillow. He dreams of nothing but a void of darkness, as others do, but in that void he sees a familiar face in it, carrying a beautiful light with it. As the light came closer, it transformed into something Adam can only described as beauty.
He wasn't sure who it was tho, he's seen many women in his life, but he couldn't poke out who it was, only little things.The way she laughed, felt like small bubbles popping in his head. and her teeth coming from her smile, like beams of light, peaking through clusters and clusters of trees. And her eyes, oh her gorgeous eyes, like two pearls shining against the sunlight. Whoever it was, was truly gorgeous. But who was it?
Lilith?
Eve?
Lute?
No, it can’t be
You just met her..
Y/n? ♡
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