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theoretical-whore · 2 years

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For Your Pleasure (Piter de Vries x f!OC)

Fandom: Dune 2021 Rating: R (18+ THIS IS SMUT!) Contains: Femdom, bondage, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, butt plugs, cock cages, whipping (male receiving), riding crops, mild bloodplay, cum eating, multiple orgasms, anal sex (male receiving), pegging, humiliation, slapping, blindfolds, talk of consensual sexual violence, dirty talk, the tiniest handjob, use of titles, scratching, female masturbation, squirting, heavy painplay Words: 3k+

A/N: Hooooooly shit guys. This is it. The filthiest thing I’ve ever written. We once again take a look into the relationship of Piter de Vries and my OC Wyen. This is. A lot. Make sure you have your Bibles and I’ll see you all at Sunday Mass because if you’re reading this, you need to go to church as much as I do. This is eight pages of pure, unfiltered sin. Piter might be a bit OOC, but I truly don’t care. Hope you enjoy.

Lord Piter de Vries was a name known in the farthest corners of the universe. Even the citizens of Wyen’s home planet, distant and uninvolved as they were, knew of the Twisted Mentat, the assassin, interrogator, poisoncrafter. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen’s most trusted advisor. And his reputation always preceded him. Calculating, cruel, and cold, sadistic in the most sickening ways, with a frozen, black heart and no worldly desires other than power and bringing pain and suffering and death.

It was a reputation Lord de Vries was quite proud of.

But there was a side to the evil man that few people knew of, and perhaps only one person had ever seen. There was a side of him that desired for pain to be inflicted onto his own body, a side that desired to submit and obey, and accept whatever punishment came with his disobedience. He was a sadist, yes, but his sadism also came with masochism. He longed to be hurt, to be used, talked down to, and treated as an inferior, tied up and whipped and beat and cut. He wanted it all.

And how lucky he was to find a woman he trusted enough to allow these fantasies of his to come to pass.

Said woman sat in a black velvet armchair, clad in a short, silky nightdress of the purest white, her catlike eyes sharp and her full lips pulled into a smirk. She wore a pair of white heels and held a riding crop in her elegant hands. Her long legs were crossed as she turned the crop over and over in her hands, staring mercilessly at her handsome prey. She reached out a slender hand and hooked her finger, silently asking him to come closer.

Piter de Vries was stripped completely nude, on his knees on the polished black floor of their shared chambers. A black leather collar sat snug around his neck with a silver chain attached, and the other end of the chain was held tightly in his mistress’s hand. Piter didn’t move when she asked, but not out of a desire to disobey. Simply because he wanted her to pull.

And she did. She gave the chain a sharp yank, and Piter began to crawl to her on his hands and knees. If only those who feared him could see him now, Wyen thought. Nude and crawling across the floor, all to please me. Once he was kneeling at her feet, she leaned down to caress his cheek. “You look so beautiful in submission, darling…” she crooned. “Tell me what you will say if you wish for this all to stop.”

“‘Dune’, mistress.”

“Good boy.” She continued caressing his face until—

SLAP!

She slapped him as hard as she could, relishing in the soft wince that left his lips. “That’s for not coming when your mistress beckoned. Disobey me again and the consequences will become more severe. Am I understood?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good boy.” She gently caressed his reddening, slapped cheek for a moment longer before sitting back up in her armchair. She ran the end of her riding crop down his cheek and across his jaw. “For what do you exist, darling?”

“I exist only for your pleasure, mistress.”

Wyen smiled and leaned back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She reached down and ran a finger up her cunt from her hole to her clit. Piter’s mouth began to water. The smell of her arousal was enough to make his head spin and his cock harder than diamonds. But his cock couldn’t harden to its full length, not tonight. His cock and balls were trapped by a silver cage, locked with a key that hung around Wyen’s neck. He winced at the pressure of his cock trying desperately to swell, but being forced back down due to his prison. A silver bar reached across his perineum and connected the cage to an onyx plug nestled firmly in his ass, not quite big enough to rub against his prostate, no matter how hard he tried.

This was heaven and hell all at once. Exactly how he wanted it.

Wyen continued to caress his face with her crop and rub her cunt tantalizingly. “Do you wish to pleasure me, darling?” Piter nodded, and she struck his cheek with her crop. He let out a whimper. The pain felt heavenly. “I asked you a question. Do you wish to pleasure me?”

“Y-Yes mistress, I wish to pleasure you.”

“How do you wish to pleasure me?”

“I wish to pleasure you with my mouth, to taste your arousal on my tongue. Please, mistress.”

She pulled her fingers from her cunt and held out her hand to him. Piter knew what to do immediately, sucking her fingers into his mouth and licking them clean, moaning around her hand at her flavor. His favorite drug.

The cage was becoming so tight, and he loved it. Wyen retracted her hand and inspected it, before spreading her legs wider, propping them up on either arm of the chair and giving his chain another yank. “Come claim your feast, darling.”

“Thank you mistress…!” He lunged forward, attaching his mouth to her pussy in all the ways he knew she liked best. He spread her folds with his fingers and flicked his tongue against her clit, sliding a single digit inside her.

She hadn’t told him he could use his hands, but she supposed she hadn’t told him he couldn’t.

She sighed contently and settled into the chair, her legs moving to rest her feet on his shoulders. Her lover’s mouth was so talented, silver tongued in more ways than one. He looked so beautiful like this, on his knees worshipping her, body bare save for the cage around his cock, the collar around his neck, the plug in his ass, and the ring on his finger. The one he could never take off, even if he tried.

Her matching one was nestled on her own finger.

The symbols of the love they shared.

He sucked her clit between his lips, running circles over it with the tip of his tongue, causing her to let out a moan. “Mmm just like that, darling…you know what I like. You look so beautiful on your knees for your mistress…”

His cock throbbed again, unable to swell, and he winced at the pressure. It hurt and he loved it. The spice lubricant she had used to insert his plug was starting to seep into his bloodstream and intensify every sensation. She caressed his face and head as he sucked and licked at her cunt, soft moans leaving her lips. “Fuck me with your tongue,” she commanded. He obeyed, dipping his long and talented tongue inside her with a deep moan. She tasted of spice and sin, so delicious and perfect. Oh if he could only survive from eating her cunt and nothing else. If only she could sustain him, he would consume nothing else for the rest of his existence.

“Make me cum,” she commanded breathlessly. “Make your mistress cum in your mouth and lick your lips clean of my essence.”

Piter did what he was told, sucking ravenously on her clit as he tongue fucked her, eyes rolling back in his head from her taste. He wanted his cock to get hard. But his mistress hadn’t allowed it. Her moans grew louder and louder, interspersed with profanities and occasional shouts of his name, until her long legs began to tremble and he felt her gush onto his face. Fuck, he would’ve cum right then if he only could.

When her orgasm subsided, she rose to her full height, Piter still on his knees below her. Even with his platforms on, Piter was only barely her height when she was barefoot. Without his platforms and with her in heels, she towered over him. And with him on his knees…She looked to him like a true goddess, giant and regal, with her golden curls and her emerald eyes, with perfect curves and smooth skin.

His goddess.

She tugged on his chain, silently signaling him to stand. He did so without any hesitation this time. She smiled and caressed his cheek again. “Good boy. Come.”

She led him to a spot in their chambers where chains hung from the ceiling. She took his arms and secured them in the shackles, tightening them so that his arms were straight above his head and he could only barely stay flat footed on the floor. He hung there, bared before his mistress, his goddess, ready and awaiting whatever she had planned next for him.

She walked around him in a circle, inspecting every inch of his nude, scarred, and hairless body. He felt himself almost tremble under her emerald gaze. She ran her crop down his chest to his caged cock before she disappeared behind him, returning with something in her hands instead of her crop. She pressed her body to his, and kissed him, deep and sloppy, sucking his tongue into her mouth and holding his face. He wanted to melt into her kiss, for her to absorb him into her body so they were one. But all he could do was kiss back as best as he could in his submissive state.

“Mmm…” she hummed into his mouth, pressing her barely covered breasts to his chest. “Forgive me, darling.”

And then his vision went black. A silk blindfold. But she was so beautiful like this, he wanted to see her. He opened his mouth to protest, but was met with a finger at his lips. “Ah, ah, ah, darling. Remember, for what do you exist?”

“…I exist for your pleasure, mistress.”

A gentle caress of his cheek. “Good boy. Now tell me…how badly do you wish for it to hurt?”

His heart fluttered and he winced again at the pain of the cage restricting his cock’s swelling. “I wish to bleed, to scar…beat me, cut me, please…hurt me to your heart’s content, mistress.”

She ran her long nails down his chest, not quite scratching. “As you wish, darling.” He heard her footsteps walk away, and heard her take off her shoes. He heard rustling (undressing, perhaps?) and heard her rummaging around through their extensive collection of tools and toys. He heard her giggle softly. “Can you smell my arousal, darling?”

She must have undressed, because suddenly her intoxicating scents, both of her body and her cunt, filled his nostrils even stronger. He moaned. “Y-Yes mistress.”

He heard her feet pad back over to him, and felt her gentle hand caress his shoulders, his back, and down to his plugged ass. He felt her spread his ass open. “You look so beautiful like this, darling…such a gorgeous ass…”

Her praise made his skin tingle.

She stepped back. And then he felt it.

Pain. Searing, stinging, burning pain across his back. He heard the crack of a whip, and he moaned in both pain and pleasure. How lucky he was, that pain was so pleasurable to both him and her. The sensation and the infliction was like a drug to them both, and he loved it. She whipped him again, and he moaned again.

Wyen laughed, a sweet melody of a sound. “Do you enjoy being whipped by your mistress, darling?”

“Y-Yes mistress…!”

Another lash of the whip. “Tell your mistress how much you love the pain.”

“I-I love it, mistress! It hurts so dreadfully, and it makes my cock want to swell…It’s even sweeter since you’re holding the whip, mistress…! It feels so good…!”

Another lash. His back was beginning to bleed with criss crosses from Wyen’s whip, each cut stinging beautifully. “But your cock can’t swell, darling. Beg for it. Beg for your mistress to allow your cock to harden.”

Another lash. He almost wanted to cry from how good it felt. “P-Please, mistress! P-Please, unlock the cage! My cock aches to harden, to swell for you!”

“Do you want to cum, darling? Do you want to cum simply from being whipped?”

“Yes mistress!”

Another lash. Then another. And then they stopped, and he felt her warmth radiate onto his cock. He heard the lock click, and felt the cage fall away and the plug be plucked from his asshole. Almost instantly, his cock hardened to its full length and girth, but he winced at the sudden emptiness he felt inside him.

And then he was whipped again. Again and again, but no longer on his back. No, her whip cracked against the skin of his now empty ass, leaving more welts and cuts on the plush flesh.

It hurt so bad and it felt so good.

Piter was practically a mess of moans and groans and whimpers, and then he came with a cry. His hot, spice saturated cum spurted from the tip of his cock in thick ropes, dripping onto the floor. And Wyen didn’t stop whipping his ass, so he didn’t stop cumming. Neither of them stopped until there was a puddle of cum on the floor and Piter almost slipped into unconsciousness. She pulled the blindfold from his eyes. There was his gorgeous Wyen, standing in front of him completely nude. “Look at the mess you made, darling.” She tutted, and pressed on one of the skulls on her engagement ring. The one he had crafted just for her.

A tiny blade sprung out, and she raked it down his throat. Not enough to cut deeply, not enough to sever his artery, but just close enough that it made him sweat, head spinning from the mere prospect of how easily his seraph could kill him right now. And how easily he would let her do it. It would be an honor to die by her elegant hand. She slashed him again, this time across his cheek, and he let out a strangled moan as the pain surged through his face. He could feel his hot blood dripping down his cheek.

“Good boys don’t make messes, darling. Now clean up after yourself.”

She unlocked his shackles and he collapsed to the floor, staring up at her with his cobalt gaze, staring right between her legs and into her cunt, and he could see it glistening, absolutely dripping. He began to inch up towards her soaked core, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

She struck him on his cut cheek with her riding crop, back in her hand instead of the whip. “I said clean up after yourself. Don’t make me punish you, darling.”

He cowered, turning to the puddle of his own seed on the floor. But she hadn’t given him a rag, or anything to clean it with. How did she-

Oh.

“On your hands and knees, darling, clean up your mess. Be sure to keep that gorgeous ass in my sight.”

He did as he was told, scrambling to his hands and knees, making sure to stick his rear out just a bit more than he needed to. His asshole was gaping. He could feel it fluttering around nothing. His plug had been so thick. He whimpered as he dipped his head and began to lick up the puddle of his cum. His seed tasted of spice, potent enough to give him a slight high.

And for the second time that night, Wyen thought if only those who fear him could see him now. On his hands and knees, asshole stretched and loose, licking up his own cum from the floor. She stood, and quickly retrieved something from their stash of toys. She ran her finger between the thick globes of flesh of Piter’s ass, circling her finger around his hole. “You’re such a good boy, darling…cleaning up after yourself like this. Clean it all and I’ll give you a reward.”

Piter began to lick faster, practically polishing the floor with his tongue until every last drop of his cum was gone. Wyen laughed sweetly behind him, fingers still dancing around his hairless asshole. “Good boy, darling…now tell your mistress what you want for your reward.”

“Inside…!” He managed through gritted teeth. His cock was so hard it ached, bobbing as he stayed on his hands and knees. “P-Please, mistress, I need something inside me…!”

That was the answer she was hoping for.

No sooner had his request left his Sappho-stained lips than he felt a sudden intrusion, a sudden penetration, stretching his asshole even further. He cried out in pain and pleasure as his woman’s strap filled his ass.

“How’s that?” She asked coyly. “Do you want your mistress to fuck your tight ass with her big cock?”

“Y-Yes mistress!”

“Even with the plug in for so long, your ass still is so tight, darling…”

“Please mistress, fuck my ass!” He needed it, more than he needed spice, more than he needed to breathe. He needed her to fuck him. “Fuck my ass as hard as you can, please! I beg of you!”

Piter sounded absolutely desperate, wanton and needy. Gone was the Twisted Mentat assassin, and in his place knelt a subservient, needy whore.

And so Wyen obliged.

She held his hips and knelt behind him, fucking into him as he stayed on all fours. Her hips snapped hard against his, and the lewd sound of naked flesh against naked flesh filled their chambers. Piter cried out with every thrust of her hips, each one striking his prostate with perfect force.

“What are you?” She said between pants as she fucked him.

Piter’s face turned red. “I-I…”

“Say it or I’ll pull out and you won’t get to cum, darling.”

Piter’s cheeks burned in humiliation, and it only made his cock harder. “I-I’m a whore, mistress!”

“Whose whore?“ She sped up, pounding his prostate harder and faster.

Piter nearly screamed from how good it felt. “I’m your whore, mistress! Your useless, cock-hungry whore!”

She reached around and gripped his cock, stroking it in perfect time with her assault on his prostate. “Cum for your mistress, darling.”

And he did.

His vision went white, his whole body shaking, and a strangled scream leaving his lips as he came hard, harder than he thought he’d ever came before. More cum spurted out of his cock and onto the floor, dripping into another puddle as she mercilessly pounded him through his orgasm. It took every last ounce of his strength to stay on his hands and knees.

Wyen tutted behind him, reaching up to rake her nails down his chest. “Oh darling, you’ve made another mess. I believe you know what you have to do.”

Piter loved her, more than he’d ever loved anything or anyone. More than pain, death, spice, even power. Between any of those things and her, he would always choose her. His black heart swelled with love for this woman, as dangerous and deadly as he was. He loved her.

And he was in for a very long night.

#Piter de Vries #dune 2021 #Dune 2021 fanfiction #Piter de Vries x oc #piter de vries x reader #david dastmalchian

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fxckin-polkadots · 2 years

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Okay

This is kinda stupid, but

The dastmalchian boys dating a reader who is related to The Addams Family?

love this request so much it made me come back to tumblr

Abner: considering how often he’s around strange people, he doesn’t think much of you, or your family, though he is terrified of your younger sister Wednesday. He spends half of his time cowering behind you like some lost puppy when she’s in the room. However, when he first met your mother, Morticia, she took to him right away, caring for him and making sure he ate. When you asked why she just shrugged, guess she could see the look in his eyes

Kurt: oh. my. god. As soon as Kurt met Pugsley they were already making up schemes to blow stuff up. You even commented to Gomez that you think your boyfriend just got stolen. With kurts hacking background and Pugsley’s…well….love for explosives, you feel as if you have to babysit them, always making sure to give kurt the “don’t blow things up at dinner.” talk every time you were invited to a family gathering

Murdoc: it goes without saying that he fit right into the family, being an eccentric black wearing man himself, you actually believe he’s the reason that Wednesday learnt new creative ways to almost get you killed, though he’d never admit it.

Lonny: at first, he’s anxious to be around your family, specifically your house, he felt like his nervous nature wouldn’t vibe well with them, though they welcomed him in with open arms. anyone their kid loved was now part of this freaky family!

Thomas: He’s used to the joker, he’s probably not even anxious around them, he fits in quite well

Bob: it’s….Bob he will not go near ur family and if he does you ARE holding his hand, he does ask you if you’re a vampire because when he met your mother she gave off those vibes

Piter: he pretty much already looks like one of you, he offers to do your mothers eyelashes and you have to make sure he isn’t attempting to poison her, and when you all go out on the town? by god.

Johnson: it’s johnson, he doesn’t care who your family are, he loves you and that’s all that matters

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crystalskiesandcherrywine · 1 month

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The sound of the waves collide // Part Four

So it is time for the last part.... I still cannot believe that I managed to write something and look forward to post more

This chapter is very explicit - for my taste at least.

Song for the chapter - Alkaline by Sleeptoken

English is not my first language

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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

shameless smut

FxM

All feedback is welcome <3

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

1.695 words

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The encounter with Feyd leaves you so shaken that, come morning, you avoid seeing anyone. It feels childish and less dignified, your mind circling around the memories of the evening like vultures. It's as if he doesn't even need to touch you to make you forget years of training and let your emotions get the best of you. And he visibly enjoys it, your pain and humiliation making it even more luxurious for him. Frustrated and unable to concentrate, you put Irulan's gift away and lie down in a lounge chair on the balcony overlooking the small garden. The sun's rays are softened by the huge trees and reflected in the pond below. Its crystal clear waters appear like a mirror - calm and serene, a painful contrast to your mental state. You close your eyes and try to ground yourself in the moment, repeating the mantra „I am alive in stillness“, but to no avail. The fever that has been ignited within you consumes your mind and body. Your hands seem to develop a life of their own and, as if guided by a puppet master, they find their way to the small band of your tunic. The warm air touches your skin and you close your eyes, letting your fingers slide over your breasts, caressing the nipples that instantly stiffen under your touch. Your hand continues to slide down as your eyes flutter shut. It is almost as if you are picking up where he left off. The heat concentrates under your fingers, and letting your intuition guide you, you move your fingers in circles, dipping in and out of your cunt. The orgasm is so intense that for a second you forget where you are. You can't stop yourself from moaning his name and you feel like coming up for air.

Two days later it is time to say goodbye. Your father kisses you on the forehead and your mother seems to think the same as you - "I will not fear". Letting go of Paul's embrace seems almost impossible, but when all is said and done, you make your way to the Baron's ship. His gigantic form floats in front of you, while your betrothed follows at the same level as you.

Even if he doesn't look at you, you can't help but feel his presence. Each step seems to be part of a well-orchestrated choreography and reminds you of a wild animal, ready to reveal its murderous nature at any moment. At the last glance, you turn your head to see your mothers signing "Good luck" to you with a small flick of her wrist. The connection to what was familiar is tethered and you are not sure of the tumultuous feeling your gut that the now empty space in your soul is son tobe filled with a new home. The change is almost tangible, as if when you pay close enough attention, it glow like a dark halo around you.

Once on the ship, you are left to your own devices. You can call upon servants at any time, but they seem to anticipate your wishes before you know them. Food and drink are brought to you, as well as an army of new clothes. Your favourite is the black dress with heavy beading around the bodice, covering your torso like a shield. Paired with a translucent black veil and a small gold chain around your neck, connected to your torso, it feels appropriate to take your first steps on the planet you will call home.

Your unease is heightened when, upon your arrival, neither Feyd nor the Baron are to be seen. A tall, slender man who introduces himself as Piter de Vries escorts you to the Feeds chambers. You immediately recognise the characteristic traces of spice in his eyes, the only thing that seems to have any colour in this world. Shielded from the harsh black sun, you reach Na Baron's quarters, only to find an army of monochrome grey, white and black surroundings. The palace seems to be the essence of the Harkonnens, with hard, clear lines, yet graceful and spacious.

"If you need anything, there are always two servants at the door," says Piter. The servants resemble guards, but you decide not to share this observation. Piter's eyes linger on the glass box with the fir tree. "Do you want to have a closer look?" You ask. "Only if you don't mind. I have never seen anything like it". "It was a parting gift from my father. On Caladan, fir trees grow as tall as these walls, more of them than you can count. You may take it with you if you promise to return it in one piece tomorrow." Pieter seems to understand your bid for connection and bows his head „I am indebted to you, Na Baroness“ Its the first time some one dresses you with your new title and you barely suppress a shiver. And as if the title was a spell, Feyd Rautha appears in the doorway. Piter bows and leaves at once, holding the precious piece of your home in his hands. He moves so siletly, that you begin to wonder if the planet is not only devoid of color but also of sound. Blood seems to rush to your cheeks as you meet Feyd's gaze. "Is everything to your satisfaction?" His voice echoes. "Yes, thank you, Baron." His arms are behind his back and before you realise why, you see droplets of thick, almost black liquid collecting on the floor behind him. Slowly he unclasps his hands, drops to one knee and holds out a slim silver knife to you, covered in more of the same substance. "Is… is it blood?" You don't know why you question it. "Yes, it is. Please accept this as a token of my devotion to you. It is…" his blue eyes find yours, "the proof that my body will be yours alone. No other being shall touch it."

"Your pets…" you feel almost dizzy as the understanding dawns on you.

"No more pets," he says, still on his knee.

You slowly take the knife and place it on the white table beside you. Some of the blood gets on your wrist. He grabs it and licks it off. While a part of your brain screams that you should be afraid, your body seems to find the spark he struck on Kaitain again. His tongue flicks across the sensitive skin as he rises and begins to undo the buttons on your shoulders, the need to touch him overwhelming you and you reach out with your palm to his cheek. He leans into your touch with more tenderness than you ever expected. But as soon as your dress falls to the floor, pure hunger returns to his eyes. He presses into you and you feel as if your insides have melted on the spot. You try to feel his length through the fabric of his tunic. „So needy, Na Baroness?“ He purrs, enjoying the dominance he has over you. With a swimming motion, he pushes you onto the bed, holding your arms above your head. His tongue descends to your collarbone, moving deeper as he takes one breast in his mouth, sucking the tender flesh. You moan under him, already feeling washed away from any security of a shore into a whirl of need. His tongue continues to drive you mad as he bites you, the pain searing and glorious at the same time. Your hand reaches for him again, but he holds your wrists down as his tongue continues to run between your legs. He looks up at you, and it is the last thing to break the tiny shreds of your resolve. But he doesn't let you go, his tongue still swirling between your folds, drinking in your sweetness. Suddenly your hands are connected and a split second later you realise why: he uses his left hand, with slender, graceful fingers, to push your thighs further apart. You feel wanton and still needy, and as one of his finders curls inside you, you moan his name. "Feyd, Feyd, Feyd." Your own voice seems alien to you, high-pitched and desperate.

"My Na Baroness seems to want more," he smiles devilishly and inserts two more fingers at once. You whimper and throw your head back into the pillows. It feels like the stars are exploding behind you and feel the second orgasm coming as he stops and pulls away from you. You can barely hold back a frustrated squeal. Your body feels hot, the only antidote to this madness his skin on yours. You try to concentrate on his form, seeing him remove his tonic first, then his trousers, leaving nothing to the imagination. His body is pure perfection, not a mark on his porcelain skin, he kneels on the bed again and moves towards you. The tip of his shaft is already pink and covered with pearls of pre-cum. It touches your clit lightly as it settles between your legs. "You'll have to learn to control yourself. So responsive to my touch, so desperate…" he hisses as the black of his pupils replaces the blue, making them almost invisible. His tip touches your entrance and then disappears completely inside you. You feel torn apart and put together at the same time, pain and pleasure mixed into something new, a delicious cocktail of discovery that leaves you drunk and breathless. You want to close your eyes, but he says "Look at me" you hear him murmur and you are lost again. With every movement of his hips, your whole being seems to refragment and reassemble like a kaleidoscope. Your walls convulse around him, his name like a sacred chant. Your nails dig into his back and he lets himself fall, speeding up and thrusting into you with even more abandon. You feel his use of you, your name on his lips. For a few seconds you are speechless, your shallow breaths filling the room. He holds your hips as he lies down behind you, still inside you to the hilt. „Welcome to being my wife, dear Na Baroness“

#dune part ii #feyd rautha #feyd rautha imagine #feyd smut #feyd x reader #feyd x you #dune movie #paul atreides #dune part two #harkonnen #austin butler #cannon divergence #arranged marriage #shameless smut #smut

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lowtaperfeyd · 1 month

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Scintilla (Prologue)

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Mentat!reader

author's note: This is the first official posting of the series. I do plan on making chapters than what I am posting now.

warnings: house harkonnen, mentions of death and blood

wc: 528

“Are you sure I’m getting what I want?”

You say to the guard blocking the closed door. You’re saying not for him but mainly for yourself. How easy his life must be. He just stands there, quietly. You think.

“Are they going to write me off and not listen?”

FACT: OPEN POSITIONS ARE ON KAITAIN. INFERENCE: 70/30 CHANCE I GET KAITAIN. HYPOTHESIS: WILL GIVE ME KAITAIN OR A TEACHING JOB IF WORSE COMES TO WORSE

The great door opened with a bird-like screech,

“(Y/N) (L/N) come in.”

The door slammed, punctuating your entrance. You take rushed steps and a nervous inhale. In front you is a monstrous pedestal that holds the council of three professors who told you everything you know, who made you self righteous and sufficient. The people who gave you everything; the people who would give something great back in return.

“(Y/N) (L/N), the orphan, the child of a planet destroyed by interplanetary wars,” says Vere Engle, the one standing in the middle, the old man with a shocking white beard and circle glasses.

Gosh he’s ancient.

“My peers and I have decided to give you a prominent assignment.” He says with a slight chuckle.

“You’re giving me Kaitain, aren’t you?” You coldly state while cutting off Professor Engles giggles, “To work for the Emperor and become his mentat? He always needs more of us.”

“Well there’s been a change of plans…” Professor Glacian utters out, the lady who made your life a living hell. Drilling you over and over again when you got complex material wrong. Punishing you and saying that it was because, ‘you need to learn how to take this information or else you’ll face more extreme consequences’

“You’re not going to Kaitain anymore…” She says.

FACT: THE COUNCIL IS KNOWN FOR NOT DECLARING OTHER OPENINGS FACT: THE BENE TLEILAX NEEDS MORE PROFESSORS HYPOTHESIS: YOU COULD BE STAYING HERE (EXTREMELY UNLIKELY)

You weigh your options, staying here to teach isn’t a bad thing, you think

“Okay,” you muttered out, trying to hide your disappointment, “if not Kaitain then it must be that you want me to stay here.”

“No (L/N), you’re leaving this planet.” Professor Engles says.

“You’ve been given the honor of working for house Harkonnen on Geidi Prime” The third professor beams out, “isn’t that just splendid?”

You feel the anger well up into your body. I have trained harder and better than every single one of my classmates and this is how they repay me.

“Why am I going there?” Your voice almost breaks as you reply.

“The Harkonnens mentat, Piter De Vries, has gone off the wrong path if you know what we mean. Since we cannot trust that the Baron has the best interests in mind, we are sending another mentat, you.” Engles says trying to calm the situation down.

“No one survives Geidi Prime. You’re sending me to an early grave.” You say jokingly, even though the people in the room knew the gravity of the assignment.

"So, learn to hold your tongue" declared Glacian.

If I die at least no one will see the blood stains on my clothes

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #house harkonnen #mentat!reader #dune 2021 #dune 2024 #dune #dune x reader

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moregaythanyourealized · 2 years

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Master list!

*Means NSFW

If I forgot to mark anything or if the links don’t work lmk!

MCU

Doc Ock/Otto Octavius:

-By Your side GN!Reader

-Intrusive Thoughts Male!Reader

-Acceptance Male!Reader

-Bubblegum

-Clueless

-Otto Beard Headcannons*

-Honey Part 1

-Honey Part 2*

-Drunk and In Love

-The Mayors Daughter 1, 2, 3, 4*

-First Impressions

-Interruptions*

-Teacher!Reader

-Random Headcannons

Green Goblin/Norman Osborn:

-Revenge*

-Desk Days

-Love At First Write 1, 2*, 3*, 4

Abner Krill:

-Joy (Piter De Vries)

-Whispers in The Wall (Abner) Male! Reader

Peter Parker:

-Power Couple

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Alphonso Hargreeves:

-Lunch Break

#mcu x reader #doc ock #doc ock x reader #fanfic writing #fanfic request #otto octavius #alfred molina #green goblin x reader #norman osborn x reader #abner krill x reader #willem dafoe #david dastmalchian x reader #piter de vries x reader #masterlist

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neeksnorton · 3 years

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david dastmalchian - virgin alexander.

i cant take this tonight. i really really cant. the “you swear? okay, okay…” oh my god.

#david dastmalchian #dastmalchian #abner krill #polka dot man #abner #polkadot man #piter de vries smut #piter de vries x reader #piter de vries

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Can u do one for Piter getting jealous over a solder flirting with the GN reader

Piter de Vries x GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons (mildly NSFT)

Hi there! Sorry it took me so long. Thanks for the request, I really hope you like these! <3

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Jealousy; Possessive Behaviour; Murder; Poison; Mild Choking; Implied/Referenced Possessive Sex; Mildly Dubious Consent.

Reblogs would be appreciated, thank you!

All soldiers are trained so well that they normally wouldn't step out of line - in fact, it nearly never happens at all; and yet one of them decided to look you over with a smirk and flirt with you anyway.

Piter knows that you are just being polite as ever and turn him down with a thanks and a gentle smile, because that's who you are and that's why even the soldiers can grow weak around you, such as Piter himself did.

That doesn't mean that he ignores what happened. The soldier was out of line and ignored his training - everything he was born to do - and while Piter knows the Baron wouldn't approve of it, he calculates that eliminating this failed product of a soldier is necessary and fair.

And so he does by poisoning said soldier with one of his favourite toxins to use. Undoubtedly, the Baron would know immediately as it happened, but Piter would never be punished too harshly for such actions.

Once the deed is done, not long after the flirtations, Piter finds you and pulls you into your shared chambers, where he holds you by the throat against the wall, nose against nose, as he asks you who you belong to.

His grip is light enough to let you talk and breathe relatively normal, and so you immediately answer, "You, Piter de Vries," which pleases him; but he's not done with you yet.

The rest of the time you have until the Baron asks to speak to Piter about the now-dead-soldier, he takes you apart bit by bit, marks you up thoroughly, and makes sure that anyone, who sees you, knows that you belong to him.

#i feel like my style changed completely in those three months lol rip #hope this is all right and i didn't get anything wrong about the universe ^^'#or him as a character lol and that the possessive route it took was wanted---#gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #gender neutral s/o #piter de vries #piter de vries x reader #david dastmalchian #dune movie #dune 2021 #headcanon

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michaelmyersmalewife · 2 years

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primum non nocere

piter de vries x reader

chapter 1/?

A/N: no warnings needed, just harkonnens being dicks

Miles above its atmosphere, Giedi Prime was a monolith, more shell than planet. As your shuttle approached its surface, whizzing past a swarm of frigates, you could spot the more populated areas. Marked by clusters of bright lights, it didn’t bring the same comfort as the sight of the bustling metropolises from your home planet. Here, there was no place that wasn’t washed in a monochromatic grey.

Descending upon its capital was something else entirely. You had been previously educated on the planet and the feats of its ruling house long before your departure. But actually seeing the sprawl of industrialization encapsulate the planet’s surface was sobering. For over a millennia, the house was nothing more than a great big fist that could only squeeze until there was nothing left to wring. The sky (if you could even call it that) was a blanket of smog, and as your shuttle sped across the planet’s surface, the tapestry of constellations had faded into nothing. As sharp and cold as everything was, there was almost an art to it. It was unsettling in its symmetry, so obviously a mask that hid something grim. Not that it was a secret anyhow, everyone in the known universe knew how Harkonnens could be.

With the growing power imbalance between the houses major increasing every day, and the risk of spy-assassins, you supposed the demand for doctors wasn’t all that surprising. You had spent the majority of your life honing your skills to (hopefully) be noticed by one of the Lansraad nobles, but what caught you by surprise was that the request for your employment had come from the Baron, Vladimir Harkonnen, himself. Of all the house representatives, he was the most vocal about his people’s affinity for dealing with their own matters privately, even going so far as to having no Bene Gesserit sisters in their inner court to meddle with things in that way they always did. And they were certainly not the image of diplomacy (if they even knew what it meant). In hindsight, you assumed it was for that reason that the Suk Inner School agreed to ship one of their graduates to the Harkonnen homeworld.

When the news of you being chosen out of more than a dozen candidates was announced, your colleagues weren’t sure whether to congratulate you or offer their condolences. You can’t say you were entirely put off by the prospect of being under their employ, daunting as it was. You took little victories where you could find them, and you figured it would be better than wasting your talents as a general physician for a public clinic.

Feeling the shuttle slow to a halt, the space beneath you groaned as it opened up, a cold light emanating from inside the hangar pouring out like a beam into the sky. You felt the internal stirrings of excitement and worry begin to mix, and you smothered them as best as you could. You’ve had embarrassingly little counsel with anyone in the Harkonnen house prior to this, save for the odd patient from Giedi Prime’s working class and the brief selection process overseen by the Baron’s Mentat.

You shot up from your seat, making your way to the shuttle’s exit. You rocked lightly on your heels when the ship landed, hearing the scrape of metal against the floor and the settling groans as the landing gear unfolded itself. As the gangplank lowered, you were met with a pair of figures, cloaked in semi-transparent smocks and identical in their wraithlike androgyny. The glowglobes beside them cast eerie shadows across their faces, making them seem even more intangible. And they both held a strangely serene expression, their eyes like two black pits that glittered like polished stones in the low light. They welcomed you with a bow, which you returned in kind as you descended the ramp.

“If you would follow us this way.” the one on the right spoke in the Harkonnen language, a trill that was barely above a whisper.

Nodding, you clasped your hands together.

It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but the dark halls you were being led down were akin to something like a labyrinth, and the utter lack of conversation made it feel like it lasted hours, but at least it was far from silent. The constant stream of trickling pipes and hissing steam seemed to follow you no matter how deep you journeyed into the citadel, but it seemed mostly concentrated within the halls themselves. For when you were ushered into a wide room, its ceiling so high that you would have to crane your neck all the way back in order to get a good look at it, the mechanical din seemed to mute itself.

The room itself was just as bare as the rest of the keep, minimalist in design save for the raised dais in its center. Despite its size, there was an air about it that felt oppressive. The pair of servants quickly stepped out of your way, moving to the far side of the room to stand against a wall. You could see clearly now that on the dais sat the Baron. He was unmistakable, stout and draped in regalia the same dreary color as the walls around him. He looked bored, with the way he was slouched in his seat and permanently frowning thanks to the heavy brows and hanging jowls that intensified his already deep wrinkles. But he wasn’t the only figure in the room. Three other members of his court were present.

On both sides of the dais were slightly lower seats, and perched on the one to the Baron’s right was a youth (he couldn’t have been older than 10), his sullen eyes setting an eerie contrast against vestigial babyfat that rounded his face. He didn’t seem all too interested to be there either, but there was an impish glint in his eyes that suggested otherwise. He twirled a loose thread from the sleeve of his black tunic between two fingers. Still, like the Baron himself, he possessed a sense of nobility.

On the left seat was a hulking beast of a man, older than the child by at least a decade or two, this time sporting an obsidian uniform that covered him like a carapace. Broad-shouldered, he had a slight hunch to his posture, and he shared some resemblance to the Baron as the youth did (though, every member of his court seemed to bear the same basic features), but he carried an impatience with him that the Baron lacked. His fingers twitched on the arms of the chair as he shifted his weight from one arm to the other the closer you entered their circle. You could feel both of their eyes on you, and you made sure not to meet them.

And standing in front of the dais was a tall, thin man. His back was facing you, but you already had a feeling you knew who this was. He sported a perfectly straight posture, and his arms were folded in front of him, hands cupping each other. As you neared him, you felt an uneasiness creep on you again.

As if sensing your unease, the man turned toward you stiffly, throwing a brief sideways glance your way before returning to face the Baron. He, like everyone in the room, was deathly pale in the blueish artificial light. And his eyes, dark and deep-set in their sockets, had been almost completely unreadable. But if you hadn’t been sure before, you knew for certain that he was the Mentat you met at the selection. He had the mark of one - a black line that ran down his bottom lip - but it was the eyes you remembered, that blue within blue, the tell-tale sign of a spice addiction. It was a rare condition outside of the planet it was found on, and there was only one house that could afford to splurge on such a product. You made a mental note to keep him in your peripherals, waiting for any other sort of movement from him.

You took your spot not too far from him on the right, facing the Baron directly. Since your footsteps ceased, the room had entered an eerie silence.

Not quite knowing what to do with yourself, you dropped a small curtsy, the overcoat that hung down to your calves nearly sweeping the floor. “My Baron, I-”

“You will speak when spoken to!” the man on the left barked, his voice causing the two servants to flinch.

Sensing your own mounting tension, you sucked in air through your nostrils slowly, trying to keep yourself under control. You expected this, you told yourself. Keep it together.

“It’s alright, Rabban, this one seems to know their station.” the Baron stated gruffly, his voice grating and thick.

Rabban roughly slumped back in his seat, and his stare intensified. Across the room, the young one let out a snort, staring at the man with an amused smirk. You deigned to give Rabban a look-over, but found nothing of particular interest. He was exactly as he seemed: a brute.

“My Baron,” you repeated cautiously. “Speaking for my alma mater, whatever you need of me, I will provide to the best of my ability. I sincerely hope to be beneficial to your house.”

“Uncle,” Your eyes snapped to the left of the room, where the boy sat. His look of boredom seemed to have worsened.

“Did I really need to be present for this?”

“Feyd-Rautha, my darling, I’d like for you to be silent and observe.” the Baron spoke dismissively. The boy crossed his arms.

“Now,” the Baron paused audibly to shift his position in his seat, leaning slightly forward with his hands on his lap. “I had planned to properly introduce you to my nephews, as you will be working closely with us from now on, but I’m afraid they are prone to restlessness.”

“That is a non-issue, my Baron.” you said as you smoothed the wrinkles of your coat. “As of today I am at your beck and call.” you paused, letting the words hang in the air before taking a soundless breath. “And in times like these, we are often crucial.”

The Baron let himself sink into one side of the chair, his head lolling back as he finally took a good look at you. “What are you implying?”

Your eyebrows raised slightly, feeling your palms that had been clasped together grow warm. “I am implying nothing, sire. If you feel I’ve done so, then that is your own assumption.”

“Uncle,” Rabban growled in warning.

Your mouth twitched downward, noticing how the Baron’s glower seemed to worsen the longer he stared at you, and suddenly you became very conscious of yourself. It’s not like you were being informal - you were simply stating the truth. You were aware that you would be walking on eggshells, but you were certain you weren’t doing anything wrong.

Much to your relief, the Baron dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

“Well if my esteemed Mentat deemed you adequate enough,” the subtle ire in his tone was not lost on you, especially with the way the man beside you seemed to roll his eyes at the inclusion. “I don’t doubt that our rapport will grow with time.”

You tried to hide your befuddlement at the conflicting energies the old man possessed, shallowly scratching at your nail’s cuticles.

“I agree, sire.”

He nodded slowly, and as he opened his mouth to speak, something in him changed - something that suddenly made a deep part of your brain want to leave the room as fast as possible. “You have a good head on your shoulders, doctor. I suggest you act like it.”

“Easy now, Baron, else you’ll scare this one away like you have all the others.” the Mentat that stood less than two meters away from you spoke, his smooth tenor voice sending a cold wave down your spine.

“Silence, Piter.” the Baron grumbled.

Your jaw tightened, fighting back the bitterness that threatened to tremble your bones. This was a test, it had to be. If the Baron thought he could send you running back to your superiors it would take much more than this. There was a long moment of heady silence as you weighed your options of hurling back a retort or accept the very possible reality of being considered a persona non grata less than a day into your new job.

“I will keep that in mind, sire.” you surrendered.

The Baron sighed, resting his head on the folds of fat that had accumulated around his neck. His demeanor seemed to shift again, though he wasn’t any less intimidating. You snuck a glance at the Mentat - Piter - finding that he was already staring at you out of the corner of his eyes before they flickered back to the Baron.

There was an underlying derisiveness in the Mentat’s flat tone, something you hadn’t anticipated, and you found that you counted yourself lucky that you weren’t the one on the receiving end of it. But it was the subtleties of his speech that interested you the most.

Gathering the will to look directly at the Baron again, the shadows that shrouded his face stretched and morphed as a terrible grin replaced his frown. Tread carefully, your mind went back to the day of your departure, when a colleague approached you with hesitation, visibly afraid. As your time on Geidi Prime crawled on, you were beginning to understand why.

“Yes..this one will do.” the Baron muttered. “You’re dismissed.”

You stood there for a moment, not really knowing where exactly you had been dismissed to, until the two servants removed themselves from the wall and waited by your side.

“We will escort you to your quarters now.” again, the one on the right spoke softly in their native language.

Glancing once more at the Baron, you bowed, and followed in the servants’ footsteps, your heart hammering in your ears.

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The servants led you to a room on one of the upper levels of the keep. It was spacious to an extent you weren’t used to - a fully furnished bedroom with a conjoined bathroom - making the apartments provided by the Inner School seem like glorified supply closets. Your luggage (which all fit inside two medium-sized crates) had already been delivered and placed haphazardly in the center of the room. Before you could fully enter the room, one of the servants turned toward you.

“The Baron would like for you to join him for dinner this evening.” they spoke, keeping their head bent low. “We will fetch you when the time comes.”

“Thank you.” you said, smiling mildly as you shut the door.

Your room was cold, and like everywhere else on Giedi Prime it favored functionality over aesthetics. You didn’t think a bed could look sharp, but they had managed to make every little thing as geometrical as possible. The only object with even a suggestion of softness was the suspensor lamp off to the side of your bed, but the fluorescence it emitted was far from warm.

There were windows on the wall across from the bed, and it gave you as good a view of the city as one could get. One of the arenas was lit up, and though it was distant you could hear muffled cheers waft into your room. At the farthest edge of the metropolis were the factories the planet was known for, their smoke pouring into the sky in an endless stream.

In the privacy of your room you shed your overcoat, heavy and - frankly - suffocating, though you suspected that was due to how flustered you became while being scrutinised by your employer in front of his cohorts. You inhaled - breath shaky, feeling a nauseating enmity simmering in your gut - you exhaled. You repeated this twice more until only a slight annoyance remained. The whole ordeal felt more like you were the punchline to a joke only those four were in on. You tried your best not to take it personally, these were Harkonnens after all. But your bruised ego wouldn’t have it.

You collapsed on your bed, burying your face in your pillow.

You weren’t quite in the mood for unpacking, but you knew that sooner rather than later you would have to abandon your travel attire for something more befitting a dinner with the Baron. Rummaging through your clothes, you pulled out one of your longer robes with a sloping collar, its light color stark against the room’s dark palette.

Laying back down, you rolled onto your side.

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You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep until there was a knock on your door, immediately rousing you from your shallow nap. You blinked in rapid succession, expelling the last dregs of sleep from your eyes. You made sure to wake early for your trip (thanks to having not slept at all the night before). Thankfully, the unrest trying to make a home in your stomach was starting to settle just in time for the banquet.

There was a second knock, and at that you sprung to your feet, yelling a mumbled “Coming!” as you stopped to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror before sprinting to the door.

You recoiled a bit before reeling in your surprise, standing so stiffly you must have resembled one of the pillars that supported the halls.

The Mentat - Piter - was standing in your doorway, already poised to knock a third time. He drew his arm back, smoothly folding his hands together. His eyes scanned over you, almost clinically, seeming to have noticed the tempered look on your face.

“Sorry, it’s just that I was expecting..” your voice trailed off.

“Oh, it’s quite alright. I will be the one escorting you to the dining hall.” Stepping aside, he gestured a bony hand to the hallway, to which you promptly exited your room.

You both walked downstairs in vaguely comfortable silence. It hadn’t taken you long to gather that no one in this house was really inclined for conversation, at least, not among each other outside of specific circumstances. You understood on some level, as you hated small talk. But the silence tended to cause your mind to wander, and soon enough, thoughts came pouring into your mind like unwanted guests.

It was such a simple action, at first glance. But your training had taught you to look at the deeper meaning beyond a surface, and it was so ingrained in your way of thinking that at this point you were unsure if you would ever be able to turn it off. Why send a Mentat to run a servant’s errand? The Baron couldn’t have been this suspicious of you...another test? You spoke before you could take the time to think about how you wanted to go about this, leaping to the first logical guess you could come up with.

“They want you to watch me, don’t they.” you said, breaking the silence with the finesse of a hammer.

Piter was quiet for a few seconds too long for your comfort.

“My Baron isn’t known for his subtlety.” he finally replied, looking over his shoulder.

“Does he think me a spy?” you pressed further, abandoning all caution. Piter dipped his head in your direction, his brow lifting as a noncommittal concession. You scoffed, shaking your head.

“I’m a Suk doctor, I have no desire to harm those under my care.” You opened your mouth to continue, debating for a short while, until ultimately deciding to hold your tongue.

He hummed. “Good to hear it.”

You sighed wearily as you rounded a corner. Neither of you spoke to each other for the rest of the walk, nor when you entered the dining hall.

When Piter opened one of the wide doors, slivers of conversation drifted out into the space where you waited. You couldn’t make out any words, but you could recognize the timbre of the Baron’s voice among others. What little conversation was being held had trailed off into nothing almost as soon as you came into view.

This dining hall was clearly one of the smaller ones in the palace, but it was just as grand as the throne room, an open atrium with artificial light cascading down from the ceiling onto the elongated table in its center. On both corners of the room were blackened bronze statues of ram-headed griffons, facing the door like guard dogs. On the wall was a framed painting of an elderly man, one of the past Harkonnen patriarchs.

The Baron was easy to spot, seated at the head of the table with his nephews joining him on either side. There were more faces within the room, namely guards stationed behind the Baron and by the entrance, and two figures were seated next to the boy - Feyd-Rautha, you recalled. They had the look of nobles, and judging from appearances alone you doubted they were members of House Harkonnen. The man was small, weasilish in face and dressed in various shades of blue. The woman beside him was much taller, with willowy blonde hair draped across one shoulder. She wore a shimmery blue-green kaftan, and the pair almost looked garish in contrast to their host’s primarily black attire. The seats next to the older of the two nephews, Rabban, were empty.

“My lord Baron,” Piter said, gesturing to you as you walked in after him. Hearing him introduce you, you bowed.

“Ah.” the Baron leaned back in his chair. “So pleased you could join us, doctor. Have a seat.”

Making your way to the table, you (begrudgingly) situated yourself next to Rabban, with Piter taking the chair beside you. Chancing a look at the Harkonnen noble, you caught him sneering down at you. You looked away, swallowing hard.

“Honored to be here, my Baron.” you said.

“Hmmm, so this is the eminent doctor you’ve spoken of, eh, Baron? Can’t say you were at all what I was, mmm-ah, expecting.” The man let out a soft oh! when the woman prodded his shoulder with her elbow.

The hell is that supposed to mean? you thought, wanting to say it out loud but biting your tongue. Nobles.

“Of course I’m sure you’re as capable as any Suk doctor I’ve had the fortune to meet.” The man laughed his backhanded compliment off as he stretched an arm across the table. “Count Hasimir Fenring.”

You raised your eyebrows, promptly reaching over to shake his hand. You had met many members from houses minor in your time at the Inner School. And you were aware of House Fenring (and their close ties with the Emperor), but never had you met the heads of the house face to face.

“Seems my reputation precedes me.” you said in the most even voice you could muster, mentally batting away the nervous nausea that was slowly returning. “I trust I’ll be able to meet all of your expectations.”

Watching you with a serene expression, the woman beside him was the next to offer her hand. “Margot,” she said. “It’s a pleasure.”

Wearing a gracious smile, you shook hers as well. “All mine, my lady.”

Out of the corner of your eye, the Baron gestured to one of the servants posed beside the guards, immediately moving to open a side door. Emerging from the door was a line of servants bearing platters of morsels both familiar and exotic. Working their way around the table, they dropped a little of everything onto your plate. The Count didn’t waste any time picking at his ensemble.

“Mmm, My wife and I happened to be visiting Giedi Prime to attend one of the Beast’s gladiatorial events but ahh, when word came of your arrival I couldn’t pass up the chance to sneak a meeting. I do wish you enjoy your time here, it truly is a lovely planet.”

As the emptied platters disappeared into the door from which they came, another servant appeared in their stead, bearing a narrow-necked bottle of a blue-tinted wine.

“Oh, I’m sure.” you said, taking a sip from the glass of wine placed beside your plate. Beyond its sweet tartness was an aftertaste of cinnamon.

“Melange?” you questioned.

“Ahh, I wasn’t sure if you would notice.” the Count said between mouthfuls of fish. “I had them delivered here from our Arrakeen cellars in advance.”

“Of course none of this would be available to us without you, dear Baron.” Margot added.

The aforementioned man nodded, bringing a slice of steak up to his mouth.

Shredding a slab of baked fish with the prongs of your fork, you stared distantly at nothing. You weren’t sure how much more of these pleasantries you could take, and you wondered faintly if this was orchestrated simply to exhaust you even more. Taking a bite of the fish, you washed it down with another sip of wine. At least the palace had excellent chefs.

“So how long have you been in practice?”

“Sorry?” you looked up from your plate, the voice calling you away from where you had been swirling sauteed vegetables around in the oily black sauce that congealed around them.

“Your work - is this your first time working for a house?” the Count asked, bringing his glass up to his nose before taking a swig.

You shook your head, skewering a chunk of squash. “By myself yes, this is my first time being assigned to one as renowned as my Baron’s. The Inner School makes-”

“Mmm, you must feel very lucky.” The Count interjected.

“And intimidated at that.” Margot nodded along with a hidden layer of pity.

“No..no, I’m just where I’d like to be.” You continued. “The Inner School makes it a point to get us out in the field as soon as possible, but they can be a bit particular as to who gets who so..yes, I believe I am one of the luckier ones.”

“Don’t go and feed their ego, Count.” the Baron remarked with a mocking inflection. At that, the Fenrings giggled like a pair of geese.

“Of course not, Baron, of course not.” the Count drawled. “Aaah, I’m sure you’ll knock them down a peg anyhow.”

Your polite expression didn’t wane, but your face felt hot, the burn of a constriction happening in your throat as you bit back to urge to get up and walk out. Instead you looked down at your plate, preoccupying yourself with cutting into the steak with your knife.

“Well, I was informed you were an exemplary student - one of the top of your class, is that what you said Piter?”

“Correct, my Baron.”

“Yes,” the old man paused, carefully picking his next words. “I don’t believe the same could be said for your reputation among your fellow graduates but that’s all water under the bridge now.”

You nearly coughed up the piece of steak you had just downed, feeling like a bucket of ice water had just been dropped on you.

“Of course, sire.” you said, quickly rebuilding your composure.

Feeling a surge of boldness, you took your wine glass and held it high. “On that note, may I propose a toast to our host?”

Your lungs strained as you waited with bated breath. Rabban - who had been too engrossed with his own meal - shifted in his seat, his suspensor chair creaking from the way he turned to cast another glare down at you. The Fenrings looked simultaneously caught off-guard at your suggestion. The Count, fidgeting in his seat, quickly glanced over at the Baron. Feyd didn’t seem to notice (or care), too preoccupied with reaching for another dinner roll that had been set out at the start of the evening. You felt another pair of eyes on you, knowing that they were likely from Piter, but you didn’t dare break contact with the Baron. Even when you felt as though you would certainly be torn apart and eaten alive.

The Baron himself looked confused at the mere fact he was being addressed by you, chewing slowly at whatever he had just taken a bite of, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Go on.” he said, his voice like gravel.

You cleared your throat. “May the wealth you display for us here be merely a pale reflection of the riches in your heart.”

Flashing a brief simper, you downed the remainder of your glass.

The cordial spirit that had, at that point, filled the room was quickly sucked out like a dying breath. Lady Margot had that sort of stiff smile one would wear when the novelty of a comic was wearing off, and the Count was twiddling his thumbs like an impatient child. Piter was the first to raise his glass to his lips, taking a generous swig of the spice-wine. The Baron chuckled, the sound rough in his throat, as he too took a drink - the Fenrings following shortly after him.

You looked back to your plate, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.

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The dinner ended not long after that.

The Fenrings left the planet on their shuttle, their affable facade unmoved as they bid you and the rest of the house farewell. The Baron and his nephews also disappeared, leaving you wide awake and open to wander the halls of the keep by yourself.

There wasn’t much to see, if you were being honest. And you had no desire to explore the city’s streets at this hour. You were making your way back to your quarters when you heard something shuffle along one of the balconies that lined that floor’s lobby. Peeking around one of the corners, you were hit with the faint smell of something balmy. The headiness of it made you dip your head further into the space, and standing with his back facing you was the Baron’s Mentat. He breathed deeply, dipping his head back, and released the breath with a sort of satisfaction. You leaned against the balcony’s entrance.

“Is that verite?” Piter’s shoulders shot up stiffly at the sound of your voice. “Or semuta?”

“It’s none of your concern.” he says, his soft voice possessing a twinge of venom.

“Relax, I may be a physician but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop you from indulging.”

You were already meaning to leave him be, exhausted by the overabundance of banter you had to deal with in one day - but something in Piter’s demeanor shifts in a way that keeps you in place. He stepped closer.

His lips quirked upward to the side, and it’s an expression that makes your skin crawl. “Then would you care to indulge with me?”

You look at him, really look at him, and see no signs of deceit aside from the unsettling glint in his unnaturally blue eyes.

“Thank you,” in the fraction of a second it took for you to take a breath, he began to reach for you. “But I’ll have to decline. It’s only my first day here, and I have appearances to keep.”

“Oh please, as if anyone here cares about appearances.”

You think on it, looking over your shoulder even though you knew you were the only ones out in this wing. Piter blinked impatiently.

“Fine.” you said as you closed the distance.

Gently, he scooped your hand into his own, the metal of his rings cool against your skin. He placed a pinch of the substance on the back of your hand, watching you intently as you inhaled the snuff without hesitation.

“Ah,” you croaked, eyes fluttering. “Verite.”

He leaned one elbow against the balcony’s edge, looking at you with that glazed look all Mentats seemed to possess.

“If you have something to say, I assure you I can take it.” you said, letting your back hit the stone railing as you felt a dullness slowly wash over you like a wave, pulling at your awareness like a rip current.

Piter straightened himself. “I’m aware.” Finally looking away from you, he gazed out at the city lights that stretched out infinitely toward the horizon. “We wouldn’t have picked you if we believed you couldn’t.”

“We?”

“I.”

You hummed. “You people sure know how to make a person feel welcome.”

“Well of course, didn’t you know Giedi Prime is known for its hospitality?”

You snorted. “I must’ve been sleeping during my briefing.”

Feeling a fuzziness encircling the edge of your vision, you pushed yourself away from the railing. “I should head back, something tells me I’ll be having a long day tomorrow.” And the day after that, you thought distantly.

Before you completely disappeared from the man’s vision, you popped your head back into the entrance.

“Oh - before I forget,” you slurred. “Lay off the sapho for at least a day, it doesn’t - they don’t mix very well.”

With that, you were gone, leaving him standing there with a quizzical look on his face.

#this bitch is 5k btw #piter de vries #piter de vries x reader #my fics #dune 2021 #holds head in hands

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ravendast · 2 years

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Both beautiful people

Eve and David Dastmalchian

#david dastmalchian #abner krill x reader #polka dot man #polkadot man #horror #halloween #piter de vries

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holmesandtheroman · 2 years

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piter de vries x reader concept: reader is a Gethenian (that’s right… a Dune/Left Hand of Darkness crossover) and is the ambassador of Gethen to House Harkonnen. Its enemies-to-lovers and the reader goes into kemmer to match piter

I’m insane at this point please help

#fanfic #fanfiction #enemies to lovers #reader insert #piter de vries #david dastmalchian #crossover

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theoretical-whore · 2 years

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Private Eden (Piter de Vries x f!OC)

Fandom: Dune 2021 Rating: R (18+ THIS IS SMUT!) Contains: Mentions of hard sex (bruising, biting, marking), mentions of torture, mentions of using torture devices for pleasure, flowery dirty talk, fingering, slight temperature play, clothed sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, PIV, consensual groping (male receiving), mentions of gore, mentions of drug use, creampie, mentions of blood, disturbing rings (think Megan Fox’s engagement ring) Words: 3k+

A/N: Hey gang, been a while. I’d like to formally introduce by beloved Dune OC, Wyen. If you’ve read the Easing the Tension trilogy, you may recognize her. That reader insert became her. So please enjoy this snippet of their relationship.

Wyen noticed Piter to be in an exceptionally good mood from the moment they woke. Both of their pale bodies were littered in cuts and marks and bruises from their hours of lovemaking the night before, and Piter took extra care to tenderly kiss the bruises shaped like his fingers and soothe her with lovely words.

Wyen rolled onto her back and let him kiss her wrist as she ran her fingers down his cheek. “You aren’t often this tender in the mornings, my love,” she said. It was true. Piter de Vries was often the type to proposition another round of lovemaking before they started their day, regardless of how long or hard they had gone the night before. And Wyen didn’t mind this one bit. But there were times, now and then, when instead of lust, he would display how much he truly loved her. And even though Wyen never once questioned his love, knowing that he showed his love in other ways, those moments were always a delightful treat.

This was another of those moments, yet Piter seemed even more entranced by his lover than usual, far more tender and gentle.

“Am I not permitted to worship my lover?” He asked. “To ensure she feels my love in every pore of her beautiful body?” He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of her hand.

She giggled and rolled on top of him. “Rest assured, my beloved. She feels your love in every fiber of her very soul.”

His blue within blue eyes shined as he gazed up at her, long fingers reaching to tangle in her golden curls as he pulled her into a kiss. His cold tongue was never a stranger to her welcoming mouth, the faint cinnamon taste of spice lingering on his breath and making her head spin. Naked skin rubbed against naked skin as he held her and kissed her deeply, passionately.

“As much as I hate to cut this short…” he murmured against her lips. “I have a very specific agenda in mind for us today, my darling.” A coy smile played along his lips. What did he have planned? “Get dressed, my love. I have somewhere I’d like to show you.”

And so Wyen reluctantly pulled away from her lover and rolled out of the comfortable bed they shared, preparing herself for the day her lover claimed to have planned. Her pure white gowns and dresses were a stark contrast to the dark palette of their shared chambers, but Wyen simply couldn’t wear black. Wrapped in the finest white silks, she sat at her vanity and fluffed up her golden curls, waiting patiently for her lover to be ready.

And ready he was, wrapped in fine black leather. The darkness of his attire next to the brightness of hers always made them an interesting pair to look at. His short stature boosted by heavy platforms, pin straight posture, and smooth head contrasted sharply to her tall and willowy body, graced with beautiful curves and golden curls tumbling down her back. Opposites, perhaps, but they somehow fit together like perfect matching puzzle pieces.

And no one dared to question their love. Not the servants, nor the nobles, nor the Baron himself. Even he knew that separating his advisor from his woman would end in disaster.

Wyen took her lover’s arm and let him lead her from their chambers and begin heading in a specific direction.

She giggled sweetly. “Where are you taking me, my love? You’ve shown me every inch of this desolate planet. What more is there to show me?”

He tutted. “It would ruin the surprise, my darling. Come now, do you not believe that new things can be built on this planet? Perhaps something new has sprung up where there was nothing before.”

Something new where there was nothing before? Now Wyen’s interest was piqued. She wondered what her beloved had done, what beautiful new torture chamber he had built? Perhaps if she was lucky, he would test whatever devices he held in there on her.

But as they walked through the stronghold and out into the planet proper, a smell began to prick at Wyen’s nose. Something she hadn’t smelled since her arrival on Geidi Prime. Something sweet, gentle and fragrant. It smelled almost like…

There was a large hedge where there hadn’t been one before, with a single white door in the middle of it. Piter smiled at her. “Come.” He produced a key from within his robes and unlocked the door, leading her inside. She sucked in a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Piter…”

The large hedge acted as four walls, containing a garden. It wasn’t large, but it was beautiful. Bloomed white roses grew in every inch of the garden on bushes and hedges, the clear source of the fragrance Wyen had caught. Near the back, underneath a white weeping cherry tree and surrounded by rose bushes and a single fruit shrub, was an intricate marble gazebo.

Tears stung in Wyen’s eyes. She hadn’t seen beauty like this since she left Tolvara. She looked to Piter, who was smiling gently. “Do you like it?” He asked softly. She nodded. “Then it’s yours.”

“You have such sadness in your eyes whenever you describe your home planet, my love. When you describe the trees and the meadows and the flowers. I can see how much it pains you, how much you miss it. The atmosphere of Geidi Prime isn’t right to support greenery such as this, but I was able to have a dome installed that mimicked an atmosphere suitable for flora.” He pointed up, and Wyen could see the faint shimmer of some sort of force field.

“I wanted you to have your own personal Eden, a paradise just for us, full of the flowers you love so dearly. I’m afraid it’s not very big, but I had it grown for you over the past few months. And everything you see in here is real. No synthetics, only flourishing life.”

Piter could barely finish his sentence before her lips were on his, hands on the back of his head to keep him close. His hands settled on her waist as he kissed her, loving and sweet.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

“Think of it as a gift. To…commemorate.”

She titled her head to the side. “Commemorate what?”

He led her to the gazebo, that same smile on his face. “To commemorate our love, my dear. And to commemorate…this.”

He knelt to one knee in front of her, taking both her hands in his. Another gasp left Wyen’s lips. “My darling Wyen…my seraph, my angel, my sanity. My love and my lust. I ask you humbly, not as Lord de Vries the Twisted Mentat, but instead as Piter, simply a man and your devoted lover…” He produced a ring from within his robes.

“I ask you humbly to become one with me, in law and name. To have me as I am and allow me the privilege of having you the same way. When we met, you told me that you had no surname, and so I offer you mine. I ask you…to become my wife.”

Wyen sank to her knees alongside him, hands coming up to hold his face. Tears flowed freely from her emerald eyes now, and a gentle smile graced her lovely face. “Yes, Piter. My answer is yes, a thousand times yes.”

She kissed him then, kissed him like she had never kissed him before. He slipped the ring onto her left ring finger they kissed, on their knees in the gazebo of their own private paradise. One hand went to her curls, threading his fingers through the flaxen strands, and the other settled on her waist again, giving her curves the gentlest of squeezes.

“I love you…” she whispered between kisses.

“And I you.”

Their kiss grew heavier and deeper, until Wyen began to melt into his embrace. He wrapped his arm fully around her waist and dipped her, moving to lay her carefully on her back on the marble floor of the gazebo. “Do you wish for me to take you?” He whispered. “Do you wish for me to take you here, in our sanctuary?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her body already heating up under his spice-stained gaze. All it took was a simple look, a few simple words in that deceptively soft voice of his to make her start leaking. And she knew that it only took a sound from her lips and a few gentle touches to have his cock stirring in his trousers.

She could already feel his growing hardness pressing against her lower belly as he hovered over her.

“Do you wish for your betrothed’s cock, my darling?”

“Yes,” she hissed again. “Take me, my love. Seal our betrothal.”

He slid one hand under her dress and up her thigh, up to her soaked and heated cunt. “So wet, my darling…from only a few simple kisses and pretty words? How lewd…”

“How am I to not soak, my dear, when my betrothed’s very voice sends my head spinning and my heart pounding? How am I to not soak when you touch me as sweetly as this?”

He tutted. “Such a naughty girl…” But there was no malice in his words, only playfulness that matched the twinkle in his eye. He slipped his hand into her panties and ran his metal adorned fingers between her folds. She gasped sharply at the cold metal of his rings against her burning cunt, the temperature making the sensations all that much stronger. “That’s it, my dear…take my fingers before you take my cock.” He circled her hole with his middle finger before dipping it inside her.

She let out a soft moan, the cold metal freezing and burning her all at once. He slipped another digit inside her, fucking her slowly and stretching her out to prepare her for his cock. It wasn’t like she needed preparation, his cock always slid perfectly into her cunt, but Piter liked to tease.

She whimpered as he fingered her, gasping when the cold metal of another ring rubbed against her g spot. “Don’t tease me, my love…!”

“And why shouldn’t I?” He crooned. “I want to make this last…”

“Why make it last?” She asked breathlessly, reaching up to grip the back of his neck. “Why deny us both pleasure…when we have the rest of our lives to ‘make it last?’ Why deny us both pleasure…when we can spend the rest of the day making each other cum as many times as we can? Trust me, it’ll last then.”

He supposed she had a point.

He withdrew his fingers from inside her, sucking them into his mouth and licking them clean as he stared into her eyes. Her taste was unlike anything else, like the purest of spice, the finest of meads, like pure ecstasy and love. He reached down to pull down his pants, just enough to expose his cock and his ass. He hiked up the skirt of her dress and pulled her panties halfway down her thighs. There was no time for fully undressing, he needed to be inside her now.

Later, he would take her back to their bed and they would both strip nude and worship each other’s bodies long into the night.

He guided his thick cock inside her, sliding in easily with how wet and aroused she was. He let out a low grunt as he filled her, and she let out a gasp as she was filled. Her slender hand went to his ass, gripping a handful of the soft flesh there and squeezing. Piter let out a soft chuckle.

“So lewd…are you fond of my ass, pretty thing?” She didn’t answer verbally, only nodded. And Piter gripped her jaw. “I asked you a question, darling.”

“Yes…!” She managed. “Yes, I love your ass, I love every inch of you…!”

Piter smiled. “And I you, my darling.” And he began rutting into her, fucking her shallowly with only about half the length of his cock. Just to tease a little while longer. He grunted again, loving how she felt inside. So soft and warm, like the finest velvet pillows, gushing with her want for him.

He was the one who made her like this. Only him. He was the one she agreed to marry. He was her love. And she was his.

“Deeper…please…!” She pleaded, her voice quivering with pleasure.

“You wish for…” Another grunt. Her cunt was so perfect, sliding over his every ridge and vein, practically sucking him in with every thrust. At this rate, she wouldn’t even need to beg. “For me to fuck you deeper, my love?”

“Yes…” she hissed, squeezing his ass tighter and using the leverage to try and push him in. “I want to feel you in my womb, fucking into me in the way only you can…! Please, my love…!”

He simply couldn’t resist her.

He shoved his cock in all the way, his hips slamming against hers, and she let out a shriek as the head of his cock rammed perfectly against her g spot. He always struck it on the first thrust, without fail. He just knew her body so damn well. He knew exactly where to touch and what to say to make her squirm. And no one else could make her feel that way.

And he began to fuck her in earnest, hard and deep thrusts inside her, grunting and striking her g spot with every thrust. She dug her nails into the flesh of his ass, making him growl and descend upon her neck. Her pale skin was already littered with bites and bruises from the night prior, but a few more marks couldn’t possibly hurt. He scraped his sharp teeth across her jugular and the knowledge that he could easily sink his teeth into her flesh and tear her throat open made his cock throb. The knowledge that he could, but he wouldn’t. And by the feeling of her pussy fluttering around his cock, he knew she was thinking the same thing.

He sucked a new bruise between two old ones, leaving marks in the shape of his teeth along her neck and chest. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so sweet…everything about her was like his own personal drug. Better than spice, better than anything in the universe. The sweet sounds she made, the bounce of her heavy breasts as he thrust into her again and again, the sting of her nails against his flesh, the sight of her emerald eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure…it was all so much. It was all so perfect.

He couldn’t possibly last long like this. Not when the love of his wicked life was writhing and coming undone beneath him, on the floor of the gazebo within their private paradise.

His thrusts grew sloppy, his grunts growing deeper and louder. Wyen knew these signs. After all, she knew his body as well as he knew hers. She knew he was on the brink, and she was too. She arched her back off the ground, pressing her body closer against his. “Are you about to cum, my love?” She asked. He nodded, eyes squeezed shut. “Cum for me, darling, cum inside my body…!”

A few more deep thrusts and groans, and he shoved himself as far inside her as he could and stilled, roaring, his hot, spice saturated cum spurting out in ropes inside her, painting her walls and womb white. And the feeling of his hot cum spreading inside her was enough to send her into her own orgasm, thrashing and screaming and digging her nails into his flesh until she was nearly drawing blood.

They both took a moment to catch their breaths, still laying entangled on the marble floor. Piter pulled back to look at his lover—his fiancée—and smiled.

“I will love you until the end of my twisted life,” he whispered.

“And I will love you until the end of mine.” She gently stroked his cheek, emerald eyes shining with love.

Piter reluctantly pulled out, gently kissing her forehead when she whined at the sudden emptiness, and helped her stand. She pulled her panties up and straightened her dress while he pulled his trousers back up.

“You truly want this?” She asked him. “You truly want this, and you’re not just asking me to marry you because you believe it’s what I want?”

He held her waist and kissed her forehead again. “I want this, no—I need this. I need to have you as my bride, I need to call you my wife. I need to hear the servants and nobles alike address you as Lady de Vries.”

She hugged him, tucking her head under his chin. “And they will address me as such.” She finally took a moment to look at the ring he had given her. It was beautiful and intricate, made from black gold with small diamonds inset, and two black skulls supporting a heart shaped, blood red stone. “It’s beautiful…”

“I had it custom made just for you. And mine is being manufactured as we speak.” She gave him a look, and he chuckled. “Come now, darling. Did you truly think I wouldn’t wear a ring to display my betrothal to you? Mine also has skulls and small diamonds, but the gem is a simple oval, and the gold is white instead of black. I felt it fitting.” He ran his thumb over the crimson stone. “There is only one thing my ring still needs, my love. Do you know why this stone is red?”

She knew him well enough to know the answer. “It’s been dyed with your blood, hasn’t it? And you need my blood for your ring, I suppose?”

Piter smiled. “A mind as quick as a Mentat’s,” he crooned, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. “Would you willingly give your blood for that purpose?”

“I would willingly give my blood for far less than that, my love. Simply tell me when and where.”

“My beautiful seraph…” He held her cheek gently. “Now come. The day is still young, and we have much celebrating to do.”

He swept her into his arms and set off for their chambers. Any duties the Baron needed him for today could surely wait until tomorrow.

#Piter de Vries #dune 2021 #Dune 2021 fanfiction #piter de vries x oc #piter de vries x reader #david dastmalchian

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fxckin-polkadots · 2 years

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Piter wears lipgloss infused with poison and i don’t care what hell will be bestowed upon me from kissing him i will fuckin’ do it

imagining a scenario with a reader where he does his lil seduction tactic to kidnap you then poisons you slowly through kisses

#inspired by the fact i brough lip gloss today and it made me feel elevated #piter would wear it so he could seduce you and then kill you #it would be easy for him to do that to me i instinctively bite the shit out of my lips #dead in a millisecond #tbh would be fine with me #david dastmalchian #not art #david dastmalchian dune #piter de vries dune #piter de vries #david dastmalchian piter de vries #dune characters #dune headcanons #dune #dune shitpost #op rambles #head canons #piter de vries x reader

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lowtaperfeyd · 1 month

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Should I write a Feyd-Rautha x Mentat!reader?

I created a tumblr blog mainly for this (edit: it is a side blog)

Okay so what’s going to happen is reader is a mentat who has been hired by House Harkonnen to train under Piter de Vries. (I’m think abt starting pre-Dune and then transitioning to the canon Dune) I’m not exactly sure whether or not I want to use mainly the book or movie, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. I’m really going to try to make this neutral for the reader as possible (no real description, no gendered pronouns, etc…)

(tl:dr extreme slow burn, reader pov, evilness, and Feyd 🤭)

#feyd rautha #Mentat!reader #dune pt 2 #house harkonnen #feyd rautha x reader #Feyd rautha harkonnen x Reader

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theoretical-whore · 3 years

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Easing the Tension (Piter de Vries x F!Reader)

Fandom: Dune 2021 Rating: R (+18 THIS IS SMUT!) Contains: Light nipple play, light dom/sub undertones, PIV, mention of handjobs, choking Words: 1k+

I hate myself I really do. Anyway I saw Dune as soon as I could and fell hard and fast for Piter, which really should be no surprise to anyone. There’s just something so eerily sexy about him. And I’m really into it. Take this garbage.

Piter sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed, lowering his head into his hands. With the Emperor forcing the Harkonnen off Arrakis, the Baron had been nothing short of abysmal to be around. Such stress was taking its toll on the twisted Mentat as well. He lifted his head as he felt hands softly come to rest on his shoulders. With another sigh, he reached up and placed his hand over the one on his left shoulder.

“My darling, you should be asleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” She squeezed his shoulder softly. ��Knowing the Baron is picking that beautiful brain of yours apart, how am I to sleep soundly?”

He shook his head, turning around to press a kiss to her forehead. He gently traced down her cheek, knowing that the cold metal of his rings against her blanket-warmed skin would cause her to shudder. He felt a flash of pride at the desired reaction. “You worry too much, my darling.”

“Do I?” She leaned her head down to murmur into his neck. “I’ve seen what the Baron is capable of.”

“And you’ve seen what I’m capable of.”

She placed featherlight kisses up his jaw to his ear. “I have. Come to bed, Piter.”

He let out a hollow laugh. “Sleep will likely escape me, my love. With the upcoming exit from Arrakis, and the many demands of the Baron, I am...far too tense.”

She kissed the shell of his ear. “Let me ease your tension, Piter.”

Piter considered his options. He was a logical and methodical, if sometimes calculating, man. And the proper answer to this, he knew, would be to either give in to sleep’s temptation, or to simply stay awake.

But, much like when they stole away in the night and married in secret, Piter found himself unable to refuse himself of what his heart wanted. And right now, his heart wanted the loving touch of his wife. He was a torturer, a murder, a man most sane beings would consider evil. And yet the only thing he could think of as he removed his mercilessly intricate clothing was how she made his heart flutter.

Stripped down to his underclothes, he returned to the bed they shared. “I suppose you have something…specific in mind?”

Y/N got a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I do. Come, let me help you…unwind.”

Piter sighed as her hands settled themselves on his chest as she straddled him, her fingers dancing their way up his torso, to his neck, and up to cup his jaw. She gave him an almost devilish grin when she felt his cock respond to her touch. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him with all the love and lust in her soul. Her lips tasted sweet, like her favorite wine that she must have had with her dinner. He found her kiss to be far more addicting than any alcohol, however.

“You are a temptress…” he muttered into her mouth as she ground down on him. “A witch. You have me under your spell.”

“Mmm…” she hummed as she pulled her nightdress over her head, baring her breasts to his gaze. “I didn't hear a complaint there.”

“How am I to complain?” One hand went to her breast, his fingers, still clad in cold metal, pinching and tweaking at her nipple as it hardened. His mouth almost watered at the sound of pain that escaped her lips. “I have the most beautiful woman in the universe in my bed. And she’s sworn her loyalty…” She gasped at the sting of his teeth, suddenly scraping against the nape of her neck. “Not to House Harkonnen…” He bit again, pinching her nipple at the same time, and the sound she made was worth more than all the spice in the universe. “But to me. She’s sworn herself to me alone.” The hand not on her chest went to her throat. “Truly, what have I to complain about?” Piter hesitated for a moment before squeezing. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

“I want this,” she said.

He nodded, but still didn’t squeeze, instead releasing her throat. “Take me inside you first.”

She nodded, quickly reaching down and freeing his cock from his underclothes and pulling her own panties to the side. She hovered for merely a moment, giving his cock a few strokes just to make sure it was at full mast, before sinking down onto him with an almost pornographic moan.

“How lewd…” he said, keeping his composure despite the velvet heat surrounding him. His hand returned to her throat, and this time, he didn’t hesitate to squeeze. The gasp that escaped her was nothing short of euphoric and Piter had to suppress a moan of his own. After all, he must always keep dignified.

His cold rings dug into her heated skin as she rode him, his hand never leaving her throat. Piter’s poise gave way to soft grunts as both he and Y/N grew closer and closer to their climaxes. Being as smart as he was, Piter grew bored of things quickly. But he didn’t think he could ever get bored of watching his wife’s breasts bounce as she fucked herself on him, or hearing the positively enchanting sounds that she made, or the taste of her lips against his.

He was sadistic and cruel, but he held nothing but love for the woman who melted the ice around his heart.

His vision blurred as he spilled himself into her, the feel of her climax around him too much to bear.

She went boneless against him, and he was quick to catch her, gently lowering her to the bed beside him. “Are you okay, my love?”

She hummed and gently stroked his cheek. “I’m fine. How are you? Less tense I hope?”

He chuckled softly. “Yes, my love. Much less tense. Thank you.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, curling into his side. “I hope you can sleep now…”

He brushed her hair out of her face. “I’ll sleep soundly, my love.” She hummed again, and her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Piter couldn’t help but smile. His hand trailed down her bare body and came to rest on her slightly rounded belly. And he swore to himself, as he did so soften, as he too was lulled into sleep, that he would do anything to protect her and the life growing within her. If it killed him, he would keep his wife and child away from the Baron, away from the dangers of Arrakis. Safe. He would keep them safe.

#piter de vries #dune 2021 #piter de vries x reader #david dastmalchian #dune 2021 fanfiction

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neeksnorton · 3 years

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Rebel Punishment ~ Piter De Vries x Fem!Reader

requested by - @egg-0n-toast

author's note // hi there! welcome to my first ever Piter De Vries fanfiction, my first fanfic that is NOT about Abner Krill. I hope you all enjoy, I had such a fun time writing this. If you requested an Abner fanfiction in the past, I promise it will be done. I am currently taking a break from Abner stories to celebrate the release of Dune and new David Dastmalchian content. Enjoy!!!

~ After being captured by House Harkonnen, You are taken into the Baron's chambers, where you decide that what the Baron has to say is not worth listening to. The cunning Mentat, Piter de Vries, does not take this kind of disrespect lightly. ~

NSFW TAGS: choking, fingering, public fingering, praise, slight degradation, slapping

WORD COUNT: 1K

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As you woke up from your nearly peaceful sleep, your eyes winced due to the blinding light of the glowglobe directly above you.

A wave of anxiety washed over you as you came to your senses. You were propped upright, strapped to some sort of metal structure. The walls were dark, a leathery black that shined under the light of the hanging glowglobes. It was barren. It felt cold and clinical. You were wearing some sort of hospital gown.

Fuck. A room like this was unmistakable.

You were in the hands of a Harkonnen.

The metal structure started moving, like someone was pushing it from behind. You heard the footsteps, but you couldn't turn your head far enough to see a face. The bright white robes gave you a hint. Probably one of the Baron’s servant girls.

The structure turned, revealing what room you were in. You were in the Baron’s chambers. Fucking shit, you thought. Your plan to take down the Baron’s Twisted Mentat, Piter De Vries, had failed. You had tried to outsmart the Mentat many times before, but to no avail. Seems he actually caught you this time.

Piter stood with an unnerving posture, hands clasped, facing the Baron. You knew that the Harkonnens didn’t want you alive, and that Piter would have some choice words for you.

“My lord, the rebel Atreides you requested.” A sweet feminine voice lingered from behind.

“Get out of my sight.”

“Right away, my lord.” The light footsteps rushed out of the room, nearly at a running pace.

You shifted your eyes to the right. You were parallel with De Vries. Almost shoulder to shoulder, had you not been strapped to a thick metal rectangle.

“You.” The deep voice echoed from the long structure in front of you. And then he rose.

The Baron rose with such grace, despite his grossly fat figure. His robes flowed around him as he levitated from the ground.

“You think you haven’t been on my radar.” He paused for only a moment. “You have. We’ve known who you were since the beginning. Attempting to play mind games on my cunning and venomous Mentat. It won’t do.”

You swallowed. Not because you were afraid of the Baron, but De Vries himself. You knew who he was and what he did to people like you. There was almost… just almost… a throbbing in your center.

Looking to the left to avoid making eye contact with the Baron, your jaw clenched. You just wanted to get out of here, warn the others…

A cold hand gingerly traced your jawline.

“You need to look. We don’t need any trouble this early now, do we?” The voice was unmistakable. Piter De Vries.

"Oh, bite it, you bald bitch."

A harsh sting swept across your left cheek, having been slapped hard by him. Tears welled in your eyes, but you could feel deep in your core, you wanted more. Your pussy was practically aching.

I shouldn’t be feeling like this, a gasp left your lips as you thought of the unimaginable. This is my enemy, I…

Piter’s right hand forcefully grabbed your jaw, and he walked in front of you. His footsteps were quiet but deadly.

“I said… you need to look, my darling.” His nails gripped your cheeks. He brought his other hand up to you, slowly. Up your thigh, towards your heat. He lightly traced his middle finger over your pussy, right where the split would be. You press your lips together, begging a whimper not to come out of your lips.

Sliding it up your stomach, over your breasts, under your hospital gown... pinching your nipple on one of them as he did so. The feeling of his cold fingers massaging your breast sent shockwaves to your pussy. A shaky breath couldn’t help but escape your lips.

Piter quickly removed his hand from your breast, gripping your neck with a determined amount of force.

"Now.. I never permitted any sort of noise, did I?"

The rings on his hand were leaving bruises on your neck, you could nearly feel them forming with the amount of strength he had. Odd. You didn’t expect him to have much muscle, considering how lanky he was.

Left hand on the jaw and right hand on your throat, he looked down upon you and tilted your chin upwards. He was nearly a foot taller than you. Your pace was quick, and you tried DESPERATELY to ignore the wetness forming in your underwear, but you could tell he knew.

He leaned down slowly, looking into your eyes without breaking the contact.

“My love…” Piter’s sweet voice whispered.

“F-fuck…” you whimpered. You knew this shouldn’t feel this good. But it was nearly euphoric.

His left hand moved from your throat, and slid down your abdomen, reaching your center. He cupped your heat through your hospital gown, running a finger through your folds and lazily swirling around your clit.

“Please… I-” You couldn't form words. You were teetering on the brink of orgasm already, and he had barely touched you.

“Hmm??”

He was moving so slowly. Too slowly. You desperately needed more friction and you embarrassingly attempted to grind into his hand.

Please… m-more…”

"With more consideration… no, I won’t continue. A cunning rebel like you may not deserve it.”

His hand slipped out from under you, and you winced at the loss of stimulation. He wiped your wetness on your gown, jaw tensing up.

"Piter, stay on task. We don't need the rebel to.... enjoy her time in here."

He postured up slowly, nearly rolling his eyes. He tilted his head and slowly grimaced. You looked up into those deep grey eyes...

“Do not make me repeat myself once again, please. It won’t be as fun as you think it will be. Now... Look.”

He jerked your head towards the Baron, causing you to slam your head against the metal structure. You shriek, but he gives no reaction.

Piter gingerly returned to your right side, keeping his hand on your jaw to force you to look.

The Baron continued his speech. He enjoyed monologuing. But Piter never took his hand off you, not for the entire time. Your hips squirmed, trying to get him to notice your neediness. A quick glance from him and his grip tightened. The apple of your cheek hurt so bad, one of his rings was definitely digging in HARD.

The Baron's voice drawled throughout the room, something about what will be done with you in the future.

“You will now be in full custody of one Piter De Vries. What he does with you from here on out is no longer my concern.”

You glanced over at him, and his grip tightened. He didn’t make eye contact, but he could sense your eyes on him.

That man. Not much of a man really. A twisted Mentat. De Vries was going to hurt you like no other. But a part of you… a part you were ashamed of… was excited.

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