#wait now i really do have to watch dune

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Feyd Fantasy 4

Madness & Mayhem

Label Mature 18+

Summary

The Baron has fallen severely ill. Feyds older brother Rabban is flown in for a reunion of the Harkonnen men. With the role of leadership looking like it will transition to Feyd Rautha if the Baron dies the entire galaxy awaits in suspense.

Feyds main obsession is for you and your well being. Though he never outwardly shows it Feyd has a deep attachment to his unborn and goes out of his way to ensure you are both healthy and safe. Even if that means sacrificing his uncle the Baron to do so.

Starts Harkonnen brothers reunite Ends Deep rooted sexual depravity

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

coercion•manipulation •rough sex•Feyd in heat•passionate sex•forced lactation• multiple orgasms •simultaneous orgasms •cream pies•aftercare

🫦Smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia

⚔️ Feyd Fantasy Series ⚔️

Part 1•Part2•Part 3•Part 4•Part 5• Part 6•Part 7

⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️

💝Softie approved (non-violent) there’s one swift kick

Part 5 Will be Series Finale 🙏🏻

⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️

-Feyd obsessed with the pregnancy -Feyd protective/aggressive over pregnancy -Manipulating the Baroness into a sexual kink -Rough semi public sex -Love making passionate sex -Feyd is madly in love with the Baroness -Feyd Going insane over the Baroness’s milk. -Feyd Breastfeeding from the Baroness -Feyd calling the Baroness his bovine

*Feyd really needs milk ?? thank you for the requests ☺️🙏🏻

Madness & Mayhem 

Feyd waits with twenty armed guards at the front of the fortress. An ornithopter swoops in and lands on the arrival pad creating strong gusts of wind.

Out of the craft steps Feyds towering older barbaric brother Rabban. A pale bald gargantuan figure of a man, he has deep set hunter eyes his face rests in a permanent scowl.

He is the tasked enforcer to secure the Barons empire. So animalistic and savage his given name is “the beast” due to his outbursts of uncontrollable rage.

He sees his stoic younger brother at the entrance of the fortress with his guards. Still the most handsome Harkonnen now dressed with a more regal flair than the plain black uniform he is accustomed to. Feyds confidence has increased tenfold Rabban can see the newfound look of determination blazing in his eyes.

They have been raised in competition from child hood. Feyd out performing Rabban at every single opportunity. It hurt him terribly when they were younger to always be cast aside for the more calculated and handsome Feyd Rautha. That was until he came to the realization it was Feyds destiny, it was his right. How else could someone be so perfect.

Feyd watches his older brother bounding down the gangway to greet him. Feyd feels a nagging of annoyance as he clasps his hands behind his back. He stands taller as his brother grows near.

Rabban has failed to secure the spice fields on Arrakis his entire campaign. The spice supply and profits have been decreasing at an alarming rate. The Baron was already preparing to have Feyd arrive on Arrakis and be the savior of the people after Rabbans tyrannical rule.

“ BROTHER!” Rabban yells excitedly. “My eyes are so pleased to see you even under these circumstances. Look how well you are dressed how was your birthday celebration!” Rabban asks gleefully.

Feyd begins to walk with his hands clasped behind his back. Rabban matches his pace “All went well brother, uncle allowed me a real warrior for my 100th kill unsheilded ,and I received the ancient stones of ascension” Feyd revels in sharing his achievements over his brother.

“Our uncle?“ Rabban laughs out loud “let his precious Feyd Rautha engage in unsheilded combat!” Rabbans laughter continues even louder and more tormenting. Until it ends swiftly with a kick to his ribs from Feyd. The hit causes a direct injury Rabban falls to the ground in pain.

Feyd stands over his older brother enjoying watching him gasp and struggle to breathe from the harsh blow. “For the embarrassment you have caused the Harkonnen name on Arrakis you should be kissing my feet not insulting me brother.” Feyd hisses. ”Now that I am set to be Baron” Feyd pauses and steps his foot next to his brothers head. “Kiss or Die” Feyd commands as he kneels over him.

Rabban hesitates to kiss Feyds boot. He is overcome with humiliation that his younger brother is superior to him in every way possible. Rabban does however feel the shame weighing on him of weakening yet another family legacy.

He reluctantly turns his head and kisses Feyds boot in reverence. “We are even now brother ” Feyd asserts standing tall. “Come let’s go see uncle” Feyd leads the way back into the fortress as Rabban follows clutching his ribs

Clever Boy

Feyd and Rabban stand on either side of the Barons bed in the medical wing. The healers have determined he does not have a contagious disease, but his body is heavily contaminated with toxins. They do a skin test but find no reaction from contact. The poison they fail to find has already metabolized in his system.

The Baron is attached to a breathing apparatus. An intravenous mechanism pumps opium to control the pain. His fat body looks even weightier on the normal size medical bed hovering in place. His fingers are decorated with opulent silver rings, the remnants of Feyds birthday celebration. His hands rest across his chest.

“What happened to him why does he look so …purple?” Rabban asks out of curiosity. “Strange disease perhaps” Feyd says casually.

“What if he was POISONED?!!” Rabban yells as he continues to unravel the mystery “It looks like the effects of the dried root plant from Arrakis, there is no mistaking that purple color!” His eyes widen in fear as he clutches his chest.

Feyds impressed his thick brother even narrowed it down to the right plant. “Who would poison our dear sweet beloved uncle? Feyd asks with a mocked concern. “Whoever it is I WILL KILL THEM!” Rabban yells and lifts a medical table tossing it across the room. It crashes into a wall contents scattering across the floor.

The guards rush in and check for the immediate danger only to see Rabban falling to his knees wailing as he clutches his head. Feyd signals them to leave.

Rabban drags on his knees to the bedside of his uncle and grabs his purple hued hand “UNCLE OH WHY !YOU ARE OUR ONLY FATHER YOU HAVE RAISED US TO—” his wailing is cut short by Feyd pulling him up gently by his shoulders “You mustn't touch him too long remember? Diseases?” Feyd says hastily.

Rabban snarls in disgust looking at his hands and runs to the room basin scrubbing them furiously. “Good boy” Feyd says with a grin as he approaches him. His brother may be a raging maniac but he doesn’t want to risk him dead.

Feyd checks the vials of decontaminants. “This one should work much better” Feyd says handing Rabban a solvent that neutralizes toxins. “Thank you brother” Rabban says looking to him graciously.

Rabban was Feyds only childhood companion. Feyd out smarted him ruthlessly at every turn to gain favor from his uncle. Whatever bond they had was broken once the Baron pitted them against each other for his favor.

Feyd noticed how his uncle always underestimated Rabban. Without the pressure of failure Rabban’s nerves would decrease and his rage would cool. He could work effectively, but under pressure Rabban would crack every time. If he could keep Rabban calm during stressful events he would be an unstoppable force.

After Rabban scrubs his hands. He suddenly drops to his knees in front of Feyd. “Feyd I pledge my life to your service you are the future Baron of Giedi prime. I will do everything in my power to serve your reign, I will die for you brother” he says almost in tears.

Feyd slaps the back of his bald brothers head “Get up I know, come meet my Baroness pregnant with my heir” he says hiding away his contentment.

As Feyd and Rabban leave the Baron stirs with a wheeze he was only pretending to sleep. The opium dulls his pain but not enough. He listens intently whenever he hears an important visitor will be arriving . He knows his death is imminent and he spies to confirm his suspicions and loyalties.

‘The cold calculated Feyd Rautha will inherit the throne after all just as I foretold’ the Baron thinks to himself pleased. He lets out a weak startled cough coming to a realization. ‘Ah the cleverness of the boy.’ He sighs. The Baron realizes exactly who poisoned him and why. He presses a button to alert his mentant .

Tumultuous Family

You are sitting in a spacious open viewing room overlooking the large center fortress courtyard. Resting in a chair you enjoy a new book from Feyd ‘The Barons of Giedi Prime.’

Feyd wraps his knuckle at the large open door and you look up from your book and smile. Feyd is standing with a much larger imposing man dressed in Harkonnen military armor. You recognize him from the meeting hall portrait.

As they approach you put your book down and stand to greet them “My brother Rabban this is my wife and Baroness” Feyd says eyeing you with pride. Rabban looks slack jawed.

You are a healthy beautifully shaped woman with radiant skin and full head of hair. Your eyes and confidence immediately intimidate him. He was expecting a pale bald tamed Giedi Prime woman he can not contain his shock.

“Baroness you are stunning. I had no idea my brother could have a wife as beautiful as you are. I pray to the ancient ways the future heir will inherit your striking resemblance. You are like sunshine brightening a gray sky, your beautiful body will grow a healthy child. I am honored you will bear a Harkonnen, you… “ Feyd firmly grabs Rabbans shoulder to stop his unfiltered ramblings about your looks.

“What he is trying to say is congratulations” Feyd interjects. Rabban is already lost in thought transfixed by the thought that you are pregnant with an unborn.

He stares at your abdomen then back to your eyes “May I touch?” he asks reaching to your womb in fascination. Before you can even utter a word Feyd yanks him back full force “You do not touch what is mine brother” he snaps angrily.

Rabban bows his head respectfully and Feyd coldly gestures him to leave. Rabban exits the room quietly and shuts the door behind him. The silence is deafening after the interaction.

Feyd goes to your reading table and pours himself a water to drink. He sits and you join him. After a few moments of silence he formulates a way of giving you a piece of what you’ve been yearning for. His tumultuous family history.

“My older brother Rabban though vastly different from me is in fact related to me by blood.” He says with a contemplative smirk. “He was so unfit as a son my parents hastily sought to have another” you almost question his statement as vanity until you see he’s serious.

You decide to pry now that he has opened the conversation to his parents. Especially being tormented about his mothers death being matricide. “So you were your mother’s favorite?” you ask gently.

“My mother didn’t have a favorite, she didnt love any of us. She did as she was told. She was a Bene Gesserit” your stomach pulls in apprehension at his cruel inflection of the word.

“Rabban came out ….differently , obviously not the superior son they were expecting. After him there were several failed pregnancies. My father began having my mother pumped full of hormonal drugs. One cluster of drugged cells finally developed into a fertile embryo… and here I am” he sets his empty cup down tracing his finger around the rim to distract himself from his own painful admission.

Realizing his mother was a Bene Gesserit entails Feyd was rarely nurtured or loved. As a Bene Gesserit you do not attach to your child in love because it is considered to detract from the order. You are a vessel that serves a greater purpose and may need to lie or even harm your child to lead it to the path that aligns with the order.

Feyd slumps down in his chair and folds his hands. You see his deadened eyes lost in the complexities of a traumatic memory. You come and sit on his lap. He allows you space and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his head. He reaches around your waist clinging to you as he still stares off into the space of the courtyard.

You press a kiss onto his forehead transferring feelings of love into his mind as you caress your fingers at his temple. He relaxes instantly closing his eyes and resting against your bosom. He feels safe as he presses his cheek along your breasts loving the comfort and warmth.

The way you nurture him so lovingly always causes maddening thoughts to form in his mind. He doesn’t understand why he must corrupt something so good but he has already set in motion a way to satisfy his newfound dark desire. “Come let’s prepare for dinner with my brother. I will need him as an ally in the coming days” he says trying to shift his mind back to rational thought. He helps you to stand from his lap and you both leave to his chamber.

Liquid Lactation

Unbeknownst to you Feyd has been invested in the health of you and his unborn to an obsessive degree from the start. He assigned a Doulah who confirmed you were implanted with his unborn.

At the verification he immediately coerced her to be a spy for him without any limit to your privacy. She is loyal to her leader and reports all details to him without reservation. He was informed the unborn is smaller than expected but healthy. However the pregnancy was draining vast amounts of iron and minerals from your blood.

He immediately had the meal consultant switch your sustenance to iron rich and enhanced with trace minerals for your consumption. You are completely unaware but he notices you are not tired as often and your energy has returned.

Feyds newest dark desire is at the forefront of his mind each time you hug him or press your warm breasts against his face. He wants to drink milk from you. He withholds his small sounds of pleasure when he clings to you and your breasts press against his face. He wants nothing more than to escape into ecstasy with your warm milk spilling down his throat.

When he divulges his sick obsession to the doulah she only wants to accommodate him. She believes the underlying cause is severe maternal neglect. Maybe the maternal affection will heal him in some way.

When she informs him your milk will not be ready until the final month Feyd conveys he does not want to interfere with his unborns supply he wants to create his own for a short time.

She readily comes up with a solution to appease her Na Baron. She is able to track down a water soluable substance that will force your lactation for up to six hours.

It is used for bovines when the milk harvest decreases on Giedi Prime due to toxic conditions.

It will be completely safe for a pregnant human female at the correct dosage. He readily accepts the translucent liquid studying its contents in the vial with a grin of satisfaction on his face. A new emotions over takes his body that he can’t describe. He thinks it is joy.

Just The One

As you get dressed for dinner in the basin room he unclocks a secret compartment in his kink cabinet. He retrieves the hidden vial and slips it into his pocket. He plans to secretly drug you into lactation tonight and have his fill of milk.

Once you emerge fully dressed his eyes fall to seduction. You’ve worn your hair up and have on a dark crimson red gown with sleeves that rest at your shoulders. The gown is low cut and snatched to your curves. “My Baroness” he says alluringly caressing you all over the shimmering fabric.

He trails his fingers along your covered breasts leaning in and placing a heated kiss on your collar bone. The ornate necklace you wore to cover your love marks is quickly snatched from your neck by Feyd.

He sucks onto your skin forming even more bruises where he finds space. He steps back to admire you trailing his thumb along the marks that make a collar. He smiles in satisfaction taking your hand and leading you to dinner.

As you enter the dining hall it is a quiet affair just you Feyd and Rabban at the expansive dining table. The Lord in waiting and advisors are in a frenzy completing the decrees and changes necessary to instate Feyd as the new Baron while his uncle lays dying.

Feyd sits at the head with you to his left and his brother to his right. The food arrives and is placed in front of each of you. You look at down at your plate to see your third serving of seared bovine meat with root vegetables of the day. You begin eating the vegetables first.

Feyd slips the lactation liquid into your drink with inherent skill. It goes unnoticed by all. He slides the vial in his sleeve and continues reaching for your knife cutting up your meat for you.

As you innocently take a sip from your glass Feyd wickedly smirks, his eyes glinting with delight. Realizing his ‘bovine Baroness‘ will be producing milk for him tonight hardens his cock. He palms himself under the table at the mere thought.

During the dinner Feyds attentions are focused entirely on you. His brother Rabban eats and rambles about the subservient ‘rats’ on Arrakis that he hunts and kills daily to protect the spice harvesters and the ever elusive rat leader Muad'Dib.

Feyd watches you finally empty your glass and hums to himself with a naughty smirk. He slips the empty vial from his sleeve placing it hidden under the ledge of his plate. You look over at him and smile your brows raise in curiosity due to his mischievous mood for the evening.

Rabban continues rambling and changes the topic one more time to himself before finally asking:

“How many children do you plan to have with my brother Baroness? How many nieces and nephews will I see running through the Harkonnen halls “ he smiles to you as he takes a bite and chews his dinner awaiting your numbered response.

Feyd finally pays attention.

You look up surprised and completely caught off guard by the question. You have not been initiated by the Bene Gesserit to have more than one. With the specialty of this child you realize all of your focus and energy will go into instructing the child in the ways on your own.

Once an adolescent the child will be warded by the Reverend Mother who will advance the inherited skills of the genetically supreme child to surpass all of the Bene Gesserits.

Feyd knows none of these limitations.

“I would like to focus all of my attention and energy on just the one” you answer honestly.

You glance over to confirm with Feyd and instead see defeat in his eyes.

It would give him no greater joy than to have several children with you. Growing up with only one tyrannical brother he wished he had other siblings.

Finding out you only want one is even more difficult for him to accept. It awakens the barbarian in his blood. He will get you pregnant as many times as possible. He smirks to himself how could you even deny him when he’s pinning you down thrusting you full of his seed.

Once the meal is completed and the table is cleared you bid farewell to Rabban. After walking only a few paces from the dining hall Feyds desires overtake him and he can not contain his sexual urges on the long walk to his chamber.

He pulls you into an empty darkened state room. It is reserved for hosting large banquets. Six stone pillars support the large atrium in the enormous space He pushes you against the nearest pillar kissing you hard as he unbuckles his pants and steps out of them.

He bunches your dress up to your hips as his fingers reach between your legs finding your panties and pulling them to the side. He presses his chest against you and pushes his fingers into your mouth. His panting grows heavier as he collects your saliva and pushes it into you folds.

Before you can even think he thrusts himself inside of you . He sheaths himself all the way to the hilt. You cling to him and moan into his ear as he lifts your legs around him and presses his hips between yours.

He holds your body up with his and begins fucking you against the pillar. You are moaning as he continues to rail you against the beam. He stares at your neck and sucks more bruises, the pain almost unbearable from his double markings on your tender neck.

You are overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts wracking through your body. You almost beg for mercy until your clit begins to throb as your nipples harden against your gown. You become so wet as he continues passionately thrusting it begins to feel pleasurable. He stares into your eyes conveying his wild unyielding love for you.

You love him too. You panic at the overwhelming intrusion of the thought and try to change your mind. You close your eyes to enjoy the carnal pleasure instead. His voice regains your attention “ look at me”’ he commands.

You open your eyes, as you do he presses his chest to yours and thrusts his cock its deepest inside of you throbbing your core. You cry out from the sensation of him fully sheathed inside of you. His eyes gaze unto yours full of his undying love for you.

It sends a chill all over your body. You become so aroused you wrap your arms around his neck and cling onto him, your face is pressed to his shoulder. He re-grips higher under your thighs and plows his cock into you against the pillar. Your moans in unison fill and echo throughout the giant space.

As you orgasm he cums with you. Your walls milk his cock as he spills his seed. His grunts against your neck soften as his thrusts grow weaker. He stays stilled inside of you panting and looking back into your eyes uncertain if he should describe to you what he’s feeling.

He removes his cock as he settle you to the ground. As you both redress he speaks up “I will want more than one child with you.” He asserts.

It makes you go mute you know the order may never approve of this and you turn away from him not knowing what to say.

“Why do you mock me with your silence woman?“ he says with concern. “Because we have not even had the first” you admit “Then I want seven” he says pulling you closer, holding the back of your neck.

He places his hand over your heart “You will be a good mother” he says tenderly looking into your eyes “How do you know if someone will be a good mother” you ask naively.

You look and see the anguish you’ve caused to form on his face remembering his childhood. You quickly shush him pulling him closer wrapping your arms around him. You caress his back as he works through his pain.

After a moment of silence you try and cheer him up “Maybe you can tell I will be a good mother because of the way your uncle hates me so” you say sweetly. Feyd grins menacingly “he will will learn to accept you …or he will die.”

Bovine Baroness

As you study your body in the mirror, you notice your breasts have doubled in size. You turn to the side cupping them to be sure. Your pregnancy hasn’t even begun to show.

With confusion on your face you cover in Feyds black robe tying the waist as you return to him in his chamber. He is sitting up in bed waiting for you. As you settle next to him he peeks over at your enlarged breasts and maddeningly craves for them.

He pats his lap and you come to him. He easily pulls you to straddle him. He sees the concerned look on your face “What worries you?” he asks. He can already guess as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

You just bring his hands to cup your prominent chest. His entire body caves in as he smiles lustfully without giving away his intentions. The pill is taking effect and he’s going to milk you dry.

He slowly parts open your robe exposing your full breasts. His cock hardens beneath you from the sight. He tries to contain his heavy breathing.

He slowly cups your swollen breasts in his hands “There is milk inside” He says breathlessly feeling how they’ve grown heavier. “But it’s too soon“ you confess. “Well go see your Doulah in the morning” he says absentmindedly.

You see his breathing increasing even more, his eyes transfixed on your chest. He purposely kneads your soft full breasts in his hands. He pulls you closer and presses his face into each one softly caressing his cheek against them. The scorching heat of your skin warms his face. His length hardens solid

“Disrobe for me” he commands. He is near salivating wanting to drink from you.

You rise into a kneel and pull your robe from your shoulders. He grips the sheet on his lap bringing it down and releasing his firm standing cock. It slaps against his abs before settling straight.

He grabs your waist and pulls you close until your entrance is hovering directly above his cock. With your breasts in his face he squeezes them together in his hands “such a good mommy look at all this milk” he says softly peering up at you.

You feel so aroused by him and yet confused why your body is creating milk at this time. Your core aches for him. You watch as he opens his wanting mouth and sucks your nipple inside.

Your walls clench involuntarily as shocks of pleasure run down your spine. Your breasts are so full they tingle as your nipple hardens in his mouth. It sends chills all over your body as his warm mouth sucks you so gently. You feel his teeth graze onto the tender flesh making you softly moan.

He releases one and goes to the other sucking it in his mouth and tenderly biting down on the bud. “Feyd it feels so good“ is all you can say. “I haven’t even started yet” he says peeking up at you through his lashes with a smirk played on his lips.

He places your hands where his neck meets his broad shoulders. He begins squeezing and kneading your breasts a second time. He sucks them hard until your nipples are so taught they feel like they will burst.

All of his sucks and licks send shocks directly to your core. Your folds are soaked for him. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you down slowly penetrating you onto his large cock. He’s harder than ever as he pierces through your walls. Once you settle on the base you gasp and hold tighter to the back of his neck.

He leans in and presses his lips to your throat placing small kisses across the front. He grips your thighs and guides you with his hands making you move filled with his cock. He stretches you open rocking you back and forth on his lap as you sweetly moan.

He places his hands under your thighs lifting you slightly before settling you back down on his length in a rhythm. Your walls throb each time you settle on the base of his cock. Your core pulls tighter as you give into him lost in pleasure.

He parts his legs wider and slowly pushes his cock up inside of you as you settle down on him. You moan out his name as your mind goes fuzzy. You tilt your head back in satisfaction as you form a new rhythm working into each other until you both start panting.

As you grind slowly onto each other you let out sounds of pleasure in tandem. He watches your face in ecstasy as you make love to him. You moan in the air louder when he thrusts into you slightly harder. The smacks of his skin to yours growing louder with his increased stamina.

Your tits begin to leak due to your arousal and you look down stunned. He stops his thrusts as warm droplets pitter off your nipples onto his abs and into his lap. You are making a mess all over him you try to get up but Feyd holds your hips down firmly.

A shiver runs down your spine seeing the psychotic look in his eyes. This is what his depraved mind has been waiting for, his pupils slowly expand to black.

He goes insane and lunges his mouth onto your breast latching to your nipple. He cups your breast and whimpers as he sucks and his mouth begins filling with your warm milk.

He think he is dreaming as soft whines emit from his throat. He takes swallow after swallow wetly sucking milk out of you. Feyd releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and tilts his head back gasping.

A deep guttural moan emits from his throat as his cock twitches inside of you. He tilts his head up hungry for more and grabs your other nipple pulling it into his mouth. He makes pathetic whimpering moans as he suckles from you. He begins to powerfully fuck you thrusting his cock up inside if you as he nurses. He wants to suck you dry as he refills you with his cum.

His sucking becomes sloppier as he thrusts into you with wild abandon. He isn’t focused on anything his cock and mouth are being too satisfied at the same time.

Your clit swells and throbs as you become so wet you are soaking his lap. You let out moans he sucks and fucks into you. He switches and latches on your other nipple again.

His teeth are tugging on you as he nurses. He’s becoming violent sucking your nipple harder and wanting more. You cradle the back of his head to calm him and he lets out a sickly little moan. You slowly rock back and forth on his cock with his thrusts “Feyd I’m going to cum” you cry out.

He swallows his last mouthful completely draining your breasts of milk. His body trembles and tenses as he lets out a range of deep moans. You cradle his head to your chest as his cock ejaculates inside of you. You orgasm sliding up and down on him milking his cock hard. He clings to you with his eyes shut tight as you ride through your orgasms together.

You slow to a still in his lap both of you panting heavily. His body twitch’s and you caress your hand on the parts of him that spasm involuntarily. He had a mental overload of emotions. You look into his dazed out eyes down to the milk that still covers his chin and his chest. You want to clean him.

You carefully slide him out of you and climb off of his lap. He lays down wearily he can hardly keep his eyes open he reaches his hand for you and trails his thumb down your jaw “my bovine baroness” he says with a milk drunk smile. You smile back at him and stroke his temple.

You leave his side to collect a cloth. When you return he is laying peacefully asleep. You clean him of all or your milk dabbing his mouth and his chin softly. His face is so soft and angelic lips curved in a smile eyes shifting in a dream.

You pat the cloth down his abs and cock. Once he is clean you climb into bed behind him and place your arm over his ribs pulling him against you cuddling your face to his back. You quickly fall into a deep sleep.

Long Live the Baron

Feyd awakens from a nightmare he sits up in bed in the dark breathing heavily in a light sheen of sweat. It wasn’t the usual sex dream of you. In this nightmare you were screaming being taken away from him by force.

He quickly reaches and checks you are by his side. Feeling your soft warm skin under his hand he lays and presses a kiss to your neck. He loves you with a newfound ferocity after drinking from you. He pulls you closer to him and rests with his head at the back of yours inhaling your scent trailing his fingers through your hair. His heart rate returns to normal with you in his arms and he rests his eyes.

There is a sudden sharp knock at the door making Feyd sit up. He doesn’t answer he waits for his Page to intercept. Once his Page collects the message he speaks through the door knowing Feyd is a light sleeper and will already be awake. “m’Lord It is your uncle you must come to his chamber at once” his page relays.

Feyd gets dressed in his traditional Harkonnen attire. A plain black uniform with chest pockets and a high collar. He knows the outcome of this urgent request. He kneels next to you sleeping, and plants a kiss on your temple. He places his hand on your womb to his unborn. This is the moment he has waited his entire life for he leaves his chambers heart racing with adrenaline.

He is brought to the Barons main chamber and enters a somber scene. All twelve of the Barons advisors and his Mentat with their heads low surrounding the bed of the clearly deceased Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. He is dressed in traditional black attire clutching the Harkonnen crest at his chest. Feyds brother Rabban is trying to remain stoic but every so often his sniffling can be heard.

Feyds newly appointed Lord in waiting makes the announcement “Siridar Vladimir Harkonnen is dead, long live the Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen“

“LONG LIVE BARON FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN!” They all chant bowing in reverence to Feyd.

His breathing increases as his eyes dance wildly. He glances around the room at all the advisors and his brother bowing to him. Seeing his uncles dead lifeless corpse in the back ground he feels the elation rising in his chest. This is real, his honor fulfilled he is now the reigning Baron of Geidi Prime. He has a maniacal look in his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile.

Next Chapter->

Feyd Fantasy Part 5 Endless Empire (Series Finale💜) Plot =Baron Feyd | Feyd Supremacy | Harkonnen Heir

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[starstruckmiraclekitty]

If you haven't already, could you do something where ghost first meets f!reader? Like super cute love story, how it began maybe also how it's going? (can include smut if you're willing love a good smut lol) I'm so down bad for the cuteness overload because I'm waiting for my own Prince Charming 😩

It was a rainy, miserable day in Manchester, and Simon was growing increasingly bored. He'd been home from deployment for a few weeks now, and the pile of books he had waiting for him at home had long been read, leaving Simon with nothing to do.

Deciding against his better judgement, Simon left the comfortable anonymity of his home, and walked to the local bookstore located two blocks from his small English flat.

It was a spot he always visited when he was home from deployment. The little old lady who owned it was always so nice to Simon, and would always set aside books she knew he'd like.

"Hey Barb." Simon greeted in his gruff British accent, smiling at the woman behind the counter as he walked in.

"There he is, I was wondering when you'd come back home, solider. Got a few books set aside for you, but we've updated our inventory, why don't you take a look around?" Barb smiled warmly at him, gesturing to the abundance of shells laid sporadically throughout the small store.

Simon nodded politely to her, a small smile dancing on his lips as he made his way to one of the shelves. The shelf he always started with, Science Fiction.

The minute his eyes landed on it, he knew he had to have it. He'd been looking for a first edition "Dune" for a long, long time, and here it was just before him. He was so tunnel visioned, so solely focused on the book, he hadn't noticed a small hand reaching for it at the same time he was.

His hand grazed the other persons, and he quickly pulled himself from his daze, looking over and finding you, and Simon could’ve sworn his heart stopped right then and there. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and the small giggle that emitted from your lips as he stared at you caused his cheeks to burn crimson.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't notice anyone else was here." Simon murmured, his voice coming out shaky. Damnit, what the hell was wrong with him?

"Don't worry about it. I didn't notice you were going for the same book.” You replied, your cheeks now as red as his.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of you, your eyes still lingering on one another’s, as you were both clearly flustered in the moment.

“Uh, go ahead and take the book, it’s yours.” Simon gestured to the shelf.

“No, no it’s really okay. I’ve read the damn thing at least a half dozen times, I don’t need another copy.” You insisted, taking a step away from the shelf.

Simon grabbed the book, and handed it to you with a smile, as he slowly found his confidence. “Please, take it.”

“If you insist..Have you read it before?” You asked, your head tilting slightly in curiosity. “I’ve not met a lot of people who’ve read it.”

“Not as much as you it seems, but I’ve read it a few times. It was my moms favorite book.” Simon said sheepishly, his mind wandering to thoughts of his mother. “It’s an amazing series, I just wish I had more time to read it.”

“Not enough free time?”

“Never enough free time.” Simon chuckled.

“If that’s not relatable, I don’t know what is. I’m a teacher, over at the university. It seems the only free time I get I’m grading papers, or I’m here with Barb looking at the new books she puts out. I’m Y/N, by the way. I’ve not seen you around before.”

“Simon. I don’t come here terribly often. I'm on leave at the moment and I’m due for a book restock. Teacher huh? What do you teach?” He replied, his eyes drifting back towards yours.

“English, funny enough. So you’re a soldier then?” You asked, your interest in the handsome man before you increasing.

“Something like that.” Simon said, his insides melting as he watched you watch him intensely. Simon wasn’t good at small talk, but he was trying his hardest for you. He didn’t want this conversation to end.

The two of you continued to talk for a few more minutes, the conversation ranging from the weather, to how long the both of you had been coming to this little book store, to your shared interest of science fiction.

“Well, I hate to break this up but I’ve got class in 20 minutes and my students will never let me hear the end of it if I’m late.” You said, not wanting the conversation to end. "It was really nice talking with you."

"Yeah, you too." Simon said, his confidence wavering slightly as he failed to come up with anything else to say. He desperately wanted to ask you for number, but didn't have the nerve to do so.

"I'll ask one more time, are you sure you don't mind?" You asked, holding up the book in your hand. " I feel bad it's the only copy here."

"Of course." Simon nodded, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Besides, it's probably better off in your hands. I'd honestly never get around to reading it, so it'd be more of a table piece."

You nodded, flashing him a warm smile. "Well it was lovely meeting you, Simon. I really hope to see you around here soon."

"I'd like that." Simon agreed, watching as you walked to the front, the smile on his face not faltering in the slightest.

Simon continued to stroll amongst the shelves, nothing quite catching his eye as his thoughts drifted back to you. He regretted not getting your number, and letting his nerves get the better of him. He could only hope that he'd see you in here again. Perhaps he'd make a few more trips here before his next deployment.

He made his way back up to the desk, anxious to see what books Barb had set aside for him. She always knew just the right books for him.

"The woman that was just here left you this." Barb said, passing something to Simon, a knowing smile touching her lips. "Seems you've made quite the impression on our little English teacher."

Simon looked down at the counter, and saw the book he thought you'd left with, and found a small note attached to the front. 'Enjoy the table piece. If you’re interested, I’d love to discuss the book over a tea- Y/N' Simon felt his heart flutter as he re-read your note over and over, his eyes falling to your phone number, neatly written at the bottom of the note.

"Sounds to me like you've got yourself a date, young man." Barb said, meeting Simons eyes with a smile.

"I believe I do." Simon replied, fumbling to put your number in his phone. And he couldn't fucking wait.

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A/N: Planning on making this a multi parter? Or just leaving as is- I've not decided yet.

#simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley mw2 #simon riley fluff #simon ghost x reader #ghost imagine

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

oc intro

week has started off rough cause I got bit by a dog and my leg now hurts and has a nasty bruise 💔 so why not chat about some of my wof ocs. Fair warning there will be alot of older art 💀 prepare

princess jojoba, sandwing, she/her

Jojoba I'd one of many siblings and in no way near the throne, thus she is carefree. She's also mama's favorite and they spend time together often. when not with her mother she is off watching races across the dunes and trading within markets. While Jojoba is outgoing and joyful she is haunted by the fact one of her sisters will kill their mother for the throne. She doesn't want to loose her mother and she knows she'll never very whoever does it the same.

art status: oldish ref needs redone

Forestfire, skywing, he/him

Forestfire is a rather large firescales skywing. When he was born rumors and fear spread quickly. His parents paid an animus to make a rope, unable to be burned or broken, and tied it around their sons jaws to keep him from using his fire. They thought if he never used fire that the internal flame would just burn out and he'd become "normal". The rope did the opposite causing his flames to burn stronger and break through his scales to find some relief. The poor boy was then banished into the mountain and locked up for good. Forestfire now waits within the mountain growing angrier by the day waiting for a group of pseudo prophecy dragonets to stumble their way in and release him.

Art status: old ref, needs redo and will probably be removing the front horn it's a bit too hivewing

BASE: Joy ang lines from the book

Fossil, mudwing, he/him

Fossil is a lost mudwing trying to find his family. He doesn't remember them but just has that gut feeling something is wrong. He is well liked within the mudwing villages and he drifts from troop to troop, feeling loved but not exactly fitting in

Art status: needs drawn ref

Wolfsbane, leafwing, he/him

A hired hand, will do anything for money kinda guy. He looks pretty intimidating so he hasn't really had to get violent on many of his jobs. Thinking of sticking this guy into my other mind au story

Art status: old-ish art, would like to give new ref but doesn't not need one immediately

Queen Sonne and Queen sunset, skywing and silkwing, both she/her

Two queens I made for an rp a long time ago that sadly didn't work out. They do have full refs but they are on bases rn and need redone.

Queen sonne of the skywings is an older more serious queen, she is known for being harsh and no nonsense.

Queen sunset of the silkwings is a very young queen. She was her mothers only daughter and her mother sadly passed early. Sunset is under constant pressure from a group of nobles each trying to dictate laws to their own interest. Sunset is currently trying to find her voice and looks up to queen Sonne a lot.

So there's a handful of my own ocs ❤️ some need to to be reworked and refs re drawn but I still love them

#wings of fire #wings of fire oc #wof ocs #wof

[lunarpeonie]

Beach Vacation with Nanami HC:

You and Nanami need a break from your stressful lives.

You both have been exhausted from work, your busy schedules keeping you apart for much longer than either of you would have liked. That was why when Nanami suggested a weekend getaway to Shimoda to sit on the beach and drink piña coladas (okay you may have added that last part in your head), you jumped at the idea.

The morning of the trip, Nanami loads his sleek black sedan with your luggage. When he sees your suitcase, his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“You do know we’re only going for three days, right?” His eyes scanned the easily 50 pounds of clothes neatly secured by your bubble gum pink suitcase.

“Yeah but what if I forgot something? I even brought extra pillows for us in case the hotel pillows are uncomfortable.” You anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating if you should go back up to your apartment and pack an extra duffel bag with anything you may have missed. Nanami just lets out a chuckle under his breath and lifts your overpacked luggage into his trunk.

The ride to the beach goes much quicker than you thought, what with your perfectly curated road trip playlist filled with odes to yours and Nanami’s emo phases. (Nanami listened to both My Chemical Romance and The Used and knew about all of the drama, you can’t convince me otherwise.)

When you get to the hotel, you plop your entire body onto the king bed, starfish style while Nanami checks to make sure the locks on the doors and windows work. (Such is the life of someone who works in as much danger as he.)

“Kento, can we get ready for the beach now? We can’t waste a minute of this precious daylight!” Your arms thread around his waist, hands resting on the hard expanse of his stomach while you squeezed him in a tight hug. It was hard to contain your elation at the fact that you finally had some alone time together. A soft smile formed on Nanami’s face as he put his hands on top of yours.

“Wait one moment before you get changed, I bought us something. You jump to your tip toes to give Kento a peck on the mouth. While his aloof personality made it seem like he didn’t care to some, in reality he was just very good at hiding his thoughtfulness.

While you were working one day, Kento had bought matching neon orange swimsuits for the two of you. (The color may have been a choice made specifically after watching a tiktok on how hard it was to spot certain colors of swimsuits in the water. Knowing your impulsive nature and love for thrill, Kento shivered at the thought of you insisting you reach the sand bar only to disappear under the waves. The swimsuits had been bought the same day.)

After changing, you made the short walk to the beach where the hotel had already set out chairs and umbrellas out on the sandy dunes for the guests. You settled yourselves into the lounge chairs, Kento opening his new read, a book bought a month earlier but had been neglected due to lack of time. You positioned your body toward Nanami, laying on your right side with your elbow propped to keep your head up.

You took this time to admire your boyfriend. He seemed so at peace, with his fingers threaded through the pages of the book to hold it open. His Ray Ban sunglasses had slid toward the end of his nose and you could catch a peek at his sepia toned eyes scanning the pages. The infrequent moments where stress didn’t mar the length of his face were your favorite. It was times like this where you were reminded just how young your partner really was and the toll his job as a grade one sorcerer took on him.

“Mmh, Kento, how would you feel about a piña colada right now? You can’t stay at a hotel on the beach without having a piña colada.” A mischievous smile snuck its way onto your lips at the suggestion. Nanami rolled his eyes but pulled out his wallet, weeding out his credit card and tossing it onto your chair while you happily wiggled. You make the trek to the hotel beach bar, making special care to order a piña colada with two straws and an umbrella in between.

On your way back to Nanami, you get the bright idea to sing to him. As you get closer, you start, “Kento, if you like piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain, you wouldn’t be a sorcerer, if you had half a brain ~ ♪” Nanami takes your teasing well, waiting for you to put down the drink before swinging you into his arms, spinning you around in circles.

“You seem to love my half-brain.” A grin touches his lips as he listens to you giggle and he leans in to give you a tender kiss against your lips.

Here, it was easy for the both of you to forget all the worries waiting for you at home and just enjoy the moment with each other.

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[oneatlatime]

The Desert

Alternate title: Gimme Appa back.

"But I believe, Aang can save the world." no pressure kid.

I had completely forgotten about these two chuckleheads. For once the 'Previously On' segment is useful rather than spoilery.

Ok Aang is going to get the world's biggest pass this episode, because he's in the suckiest of all situations. But even so, how exactly was Toph supposed to come and get them, when she was both actually blind for once and the only reason the library hadn't drowned them yet?

Aang has something of a history of running away. Does going after Appa count as running away from his friends?

Zuko's theatre kid tendencies are genetic.

The way Iroh said "What Now?" you know he was actually saying "fuck's sake."

Zuko's hair seems to grow very quickly. I thought that I could use his hair growth to measure time passing but this is not tracking. He barely had a buzz cut in The Chase and now he's fluffy.

Two things: a) this guy has eyes greyer than Aang this episode. b) He's cocking his hands like that ridiculous Henry Cavill scene from Mission Impossible where he cocks his biceps.

This guy's spear has piercings. And is coming out of a Dragon's mouth.

I don't know that I'd call these guys legendary. They're zero for two against an Avatar in Drag and two starving refugees with three functioning arms.

Doesn't Katara ever change out her water? Or even use it up and have to refill it?

I said it last episode, and I'll say it again: why did five people, a lemur, and a ten tonne sky bison travel into a desert famous for its desertiness with only a single water pouch between them? Admittedly, if they'd brought extra water and left it on Appa, they'd be having the same problem, but still...

Is a kids' show actually going to go there?

They actually went there!

Honestly if you're dying of dehydration in the desert, eating strange plants is absolutely the way to go. I'd rather trip my way into the afterlife than just shrivel up and die.

I love the way Aang's glider shadow moves over the dunes. Another one of those tiny details that the animators could have left out, but they didn't!

Sand benders must get crazy high speeds if Aang can't spot even a trace of Appa from up high. He wasn't Appa-napped very long ago.

Everyone go watch the scene where Aang blows up the mushroom cloud. Go right now I'll wait. And pay attention to Sokka's mouth. It does the wave.

His mouth does the wave and his arms do the worm. Someone really had fun this episode.

Zuko breaking the world record for highest number of Fire Nation wanted posters. Despite being the only person on that board who's unquestionably loyal to the Fire Nation. What a nice reward he got for his loyalty.

How is that one wrestler dude's hair so shiny?

Why, other than plot convenience, would Zuko and Iroh be at the Ice Spring?

I see now that the left hand shadow is Sokka with a Momo on his head. But for just a second I thought it was Ramona from Scott Pilgrim.

There are some really beautiful colour gradients in this desert.

"We won't survive without Appa." Well yes, but you have to try.

If this is a normal desert they're going to freeze their butts off overnight.

No comment. Just vibes.

Hey this is a Katara episode! Toph is blind, Sokka's zoinked, Aang's given up, so it's Katara time baby!

This episode has no business being this pretty.

"Sokka. I was there." I'd be very surprised if Katara's voice actress doesn't have an idiot older brother. That line was delivered a little too perfectly.

I'm not going to comment on every Sokka is high joke, but rest assured I'm finding them all hilarious.

Those drinks cost a gold piece each. Where did they get five gold pieces from?

Colour me shocked. The chuckleheads actually had a good idea for once.

Colour me shocked again! I vaguely predicted this!

Zuko. Honey. How are you this dim? He's so very good at missing exactly what's in front of him.

"Gold?"

Big muscles. No brains.

Very pretty. The sand texture is good too.

Well that was mean.

Passive aggressive glider deployment. Also how low is that cloud if Aang can reach it to bend it?

Aang is not shining this episode (understandably) but Katara is going from strength to strength. I NEVER would have thought that she was someone who could keep her cool under pressure like this. Happy to be wrong!

I have no idea if Sokka is going to remember or be aware of this epic trip he's on, but this is probably the best time he's had in months. Certainly since Yue died. He deserves this. Bad timing, but he needed a break.

"You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate, and is dumb as shit and incapable of reading the room."

Why is there a flower shop in the middle of the desert? What clients do they have? Obviously it's a front for this pai sho secret society thing, but why did they pick such a nonsensical front?

Toph has so much personality that it's easy to forget how tiny she is. Like a little gargoyle.

Sokka talking like a Greaser was the thing I didn't know I needed.

Poor Katara. Now you know how your brother feels every time he has to save your bacon from your weekly prison break.

I am losing my mind over these colours. Especially after The Library.

"I have a natural curiosity." I'm going to start using that.

Oops they found the circle bird nest.

Hey showrunners, you're going to take Momo from me too? You sure you want to do that? After last episode? Don't give me a pretty sunset with a latte swirl. Give me back Appa, put down Momo, or I'll sic Toph on you.

I do like Toph as a piece of artillery.

Turns out a combined Appa and Momo -napping is what it takes to get Aang to break his no killing rule. I now know how to defeat the Fire Lord.

The Audacity. Going to Ba-Sing- however the hell that's spelled. The sheer audacity. But then what? What's the plan after they get there? Just live the rest of their lives?

Rejected Mortal Combat guy.

You ever have one of those days where you do only your top lip?

Whoever made that door, and that lock - good job!

Nothing to see here, just making a delivery of two giant planters in the middle of the desert. The Owl decided to spruce up his entryway.

Y'all are fucked. Y'all deserve it. Aang has completely lost control. He's spent the whole episode losing it more and more and now he's gone completely off the rails. Has he ever zipped into the Avatar state that fast before?

Never underestimate the power of a woman who's fed up with everyone's nonsense. Just so fed up.

Well that was sad.

Badass name of the day: Malachi Throne, voice of a character whose name I don't recognise.

Final Thoughts

This was Katara's episode. I'm not going to forgive not getting Appa back, but Katara actually keeping a level head for once was an unexpected delight.

This episode was pretty unrelentingly heavy in the A-plot, which is why I don't understand why Sokka and Momo tripping worked so well. It did work, and I very much enjoyed it, but it should have stuck out like a sore thumb and it didn't. The beat up Sokka quota fulfillled from within by chemicals was a nice creative touch.

I am very happy to see Iroh take the wheel, although I'm not convinced there's a long term plan here beyond get food and shelter. Which, fair enough, goals tend to be short term and immediate when you're in dire straits.

This episode really stomped all over Aang. And then stomped some more. I was surprised how negative and shouty he was at the beginning, but by the end I was surprised how long it took him to lose it. Apart from his staff and his clothes, Appa really is all he has left from before he got frozen. That sandbender punk was rotten to the core.

So I guess we're going to the earth kingdom capital regardless of the eclipse information. Is the rest of the season going to be getting there? I also can't help but notice that it's where Iroh and Zuko are headed as well. Zuko could actively run in the direction opposite to the Avatar and he'd still end up tripping over him. The earth Kingdom is ginormous. And yet, like every two episodes Zuko runs into the Avatar. Is it fate? Is it plot convenience?

I should dislike this episode. It's 24 minutes of our faves getting beat down and not finding Appa, with a b-plot of Zuko being more oblivious than usual. I should dislike it, but I don't. This is definitely going on the rewatch list. It was a very pretty episode, which helped. Beyond that I can't put into words why I liked it, but I did!

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #The Desert #Dessert? #Desert is one of the words where the longer you stare at it the less it's a word #Like Sausage #Sew-sahhj

[translucent-sun]

So much had changed in the time they were forced to be apart, so much hurt and trauma cast upon them. Neither of them had been ready to talk about all of it – or any of it, really. They´d mostly avoided talking about the war at all, not knowing what they could mention without triggering unpleasant memories in the other.

But tonight, Cody felt brave. They´d spent the early morning walking, wandering until they´d found a particularly high dune that would usually block the first seconds of sunrise from their view, were they watching from home. They climbed it, sitting high up in the desert, waiting for the suns to wake.

“You know, I never even dared to think too much about anything like this,” Cody admitted quietly, almost whispering. He had a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes diverted to the ground.

“What, us being together? A somewhat normal life?” Obi-Wan turned his head, watching Cody intently.

“All of that, yes. But mostly just a life post war.” Cody raised his eyes to look into his, his smile now pained.

“When you´re created for war, to kill and die on command, what would you even do without it? I never really allowed myself to think about what would happen after – if I even lived that long. And now to get a life after the war, and a somewhat normal one, and at your side… Sometimes I think I´m still lying on that battlefield and this is all a dream.” Obi-Wan was still watching him, and his own words echoed in Cody's mind. It seemingly took Obi-Wan a moment before he was able to speak.

“I would´ve gotten you out of there. After the war, I mean. If they´d – if they´d planned on discarding you back then, I would have gotten you and as many of your brothers as I could out of there. I would have left the Order if I had to. We would have run.”

Cody chuckled at the thought. He knew Obi-Wan was being serious, and knowing him, he would´ve managed to somehow pull it off too.

But Obi-Wan continued. “Sometimes I do wish I had left the Order and we had just disappeared,” he mused, smiling sadly. “Going on a mission in a faraway system and just never return.”

“You know what they did to deserters,” Cody reminded him. “It would have been a life on the run. In hiding. I wouldn´t have wanted to be the reason for that. It´s bad enough that I´m part of the reason why you´re in exile now. Why your Order doesn´t even exist anymore.”

Obi-Wan flinched beside him, but didn´t speak. Instead, he looked at Cody, waiting for him to continue. There was something in his face, as though he had something to say on his own but wanted to hear what Cody had to say first.

Maybe being brave wasn´t such a good idea, Cody thought. He hadn´t meant to start a conversation like this – about this. He knew they´d have to talk about all of it eventually, otherwise the pain would never go away. But he felt he wasn´t ready.

But then, would he ever be ready? He decided now would be a time as good as any.

“When – when that order was called out, when –” Cody stopped, choking on his words. “The order wasn´t ‘kill the Jedi’ or anything like that, it didn´t have to be clear like that. I´m sure you know about the inhibitor chips by now.” He waited for Obi-Wan to nod. “The only thing Palpatine had to say was ‘execute Order 66’, and everyone suddenly knew what that meant. I ordered my men to– to shoot you down. Something in my mind was telling me to do it myself, but I couldn´t. I couldn´t bring myself to hurt you. I was so relieved when they didn´t find your body. That sliver of hope. But when no one afterwards reported that they found you again, I assumed you must be dead afterall. That I killed you. And then when you found me instead and stood in front of me –”

Cody swallowed, his eyes darting to the sky, fighting back tears. “It was like I was facing a ghost. I wished it wasn´t real, I wished you weren’t really there, because the second I saw you, I knew I was going to hurt you. And you– god, you stubborn idiot, why didn´t you fight back?” he huffed a laugh through his tears, but there was nothing amused about it.

Obi-Wan reached his hand out, laying it on Cody´s neck. “Because I knew it wasn´t you. I couldn´t hurt you for something you weren’t doing, could I?” he asked gently.

“I could´ve killed you,” Cody said in an exhale, his voice not more than a whisper.

Obi-Wan smiled just barely. “You couldn´t. And even if you had, I wouldn´t have blamed you.”

“But I would have blamed me. I am blaming me for what happened,” Cody whispered. “If my mind had been stronger, I–” But Obi-Wan interrupted him.

“You were controlled by a chip inside your brain. You are not to blame, for anything.”

“You have no idea what I´ve done. What– what I´ve–” Cody couldn´t finish his sentence. He didn´t even dare to think it.

Obi-Wan squeezed gently. “You know you can talk to me, if you want to.”

Cody huffed. “I want to tell you everything. But I´m afraid if I did you wouldn’t be able to look at me the same. I

couldn´t –” he paused, then continued, whispering. “I couldn´t live with that.”

Obi-Wan cocked his head, leaning forward until Cody was forced to look into his eyes. There was so much unshakable love in them. “I would never look at you differently than I do now.” Cody averted his eyes, not daring to look at him for too long, afraid he´d make him believe him.

“You don´t know what I´ve done –” His voice broke. Deep down, he did want to tell him everything, down to every bloody detail he could remember. If someone else was as disgusted with him as he was himself, maybe the voice inside him stopped lying to him, stopped telling him that it wasn´t his fault. Another part of him needed Obi-Wan to know and it not changing a single thing. It needed him to tell Obi-Wan everything and for him to love him through all of it, shutting off the part that told him it was all his fault.

Obi-Wan was watching him intently, not saying a word for a long moment. He didn´t have to.

“I´ve hurt, killed people. Good people, people who were fighting for the right thing,” Cody whispered, still not looking at Obi-Wan. When he finally spoke, he did so with greatest care, seemingly considering every word twice.

“I know,” Obi-Wan whispered, reaching out to take Cody´s hand in his. “I knew you would, and I know you did. And I don´t love you any less for it. I never stopped loving you.” Then, gentle but more intend, he added, “because it was out of your control.”

The tears that had started to rise in Cody´s eyes were starting to spill over, trickling down his cheeks. Obi-Wan carefully wiped them away. Cody finally looked at him, his eyes red and burning from trying to keep new ones from falling.

“I´m not sure I´ll ever be ready to talk about it,” he muttered. Obi-Wan brought his hand to Cody´s neck, his thumb stroking the skin there.

“It´s alright, we´ll get there when we get there. Until then, small steps like this are good.” He smiled gently, bringing their foreheads together. Cody nodded against it, closing his eyes, bringing his hand up to cup Obi-Wan´s where it was still resting against his neck.

“Obi-Wan?” Cody whispered after a moment, slowly pulling back. He received a questioning hum in return.

“You´re not ready to talk about what happened to you either, are you?” Obi-Wan exhaled, a sound that answered all of Cody´s questions. Cody huffed. This really wasn´t a funny situation, but something about Obi-Wan´s stubbornness had a frustrating humor to it.

“You´re so good at caring about other people, and you always hope they´ll be so busy being cared for that they forget to ask you about your own feelings. You´ve always been like this.” The words sounded harsh, but Cody´s face was gentle.

#from the codywan thing im attempting to write #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #takes place in abt 16 BBY #my writing #star wars #codywan

[hsgucci94]

Date night at home

Summary: The one where Harry cooks for you.

Content warning: it’s cute and hot at the same time?

Word count: 700

A/N: it actually scares me how well this picture fits

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Every Friday night that Harry wasn't away on tour or filming a movie somewhere in America, you would make sure to turn it into a date night. Sometimes it meant going out for dinner, or to a concert or a party one of you had been invited to, but others it simply meant staying in cooking, finding a movie to watch and eating in front of the TV before ending up cuddling each other.

“What about Don’t Worry Darling? Have you heard about that one?,” he casually asked, smirking a bit.

He was chopping some pepper for your ‘taco night’, and you were sitting on the countertop while you watched him work, yours legs swinging a bit. He was in charge of the cooking while you would be the one doing the dishes later. That was how you had decided to split the tasks. When it came to you two, Harry was by far the better cook, and you didn’t mind at all cleaning after him, so you called that teamwork.

You instantly tilted your head back and laughed, “It’s not even on theatres yet, you narcissistic.”

He chuckled, and then jokingly clicked his tongue, pretending to be annoyed. “You’re right. We might have to wait a bit longer before we can watch it at home.”

“Any other movie suggestions or should I pick this time?”

“Didn’t we watch Dune because of you last week?,” he frowned, looking up from the countertop. Once he was finished chopping, he put the vegetables on the pan, ready to cook them.

You shrugged at his words, “So? What’s exactly your point?”

“My point is that… I’m the one picking the film today,” he chuckled, and cleaned his hands on the cloth that was tugged on his jeans and hung from his waist, before playfully squeezing your nose between his index and middle finger, a gesture that made you smile right away.

“But why?,” you whined, “You always enjoy the ones I suggest.”

“I do,” he nodded, “Don’t you like mine?”

You stayed silent for a bit, just a few seconds, but were enough to make him feel offended. “Hey!”

His childish tone made you giggle. “I do, I do like them, I promise!’” you quickly replied, “It’s just that… they’re romcoms most of the time.”

“How is that a problem?,” he frowned his eyebrows and lips, too focused on not burning the food in front of him to make eye contact with you.

“I’m looking for a bit of action today.”

“Oh, sweetheart…,” he chuckled again, his features relaxing while a smirk grew on his face, “If that’s what you want, then watching a film’s not the answer.”

You suffocated a laugh, smacking his arm. You then dramatically rolled your eyes, “Is sex all you have in mind, Styles?”

“It is when you’re in front of me with your legs spread open. I mean…, can you blame me?,” he turned the stove off, leaving the cloth on the countertop, before walking the two steps that kept him away from you. He rested both his hands on your knees, positioning himself between your legs.

Your faces were now at the same height, your noses brushing together as your eyes were fixed on his lips. You instantly bit your lower one, moving your hands to pass them around his shoulders and keep him glued to you.

“So…, we’re not eating dinner tonight, are we?,” you softly spoke.

He smiled, “Are you really that hungry?”

“I am…, but now I’m not sure tacos are exactly what I’m craving.”

His hands moved up your thighs and under your t-shirt. Or should you say his t-shirt? At that point, all your stay-at-home looks were made of clothes stolen from his wardrobe.

When Harry reached your braless chest, he cupped your boobs in his hands and gently squeezed them. You instinctively closed your eyes, your lips parting and your head falling slightly to the side. He leaned into your ear and whispered: “Then I hope it’s me you want because I need you so bad, love.”

#harry styles #short story #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles prompts #harry styles stories #harrystyles #hs1 #hsgucci94 #hsgucci94 imagines #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #hsgucci94 prompts #hsgucci94 stories #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #hs #harry styles smut

[rexxdjarin]

SPEAKKING OF BOBA THOTS I FORGOT TO SEND YOU THIS ONE THIS MORNING

(i think it could also work for wolffe but mainly boba)

somnophilia (maaaaybe free use—for wolffe 👀), waking up in the middle of the night/really early morning pinned to boba’s chest, he’s got an arm barred across your chest holding you by the shoulder as he fucks your thighs

he just keeps you in that blurry half awake dream space just making the both of you feel good until one of you gets more desperate and he makes you beg him to fuck you back to sleep 🤭

AHHHHHHHHH ok you have inspired me 🤭 and it’s gonna be boba bc I miss him my daddy

Sunlight just peeking over the horizon hits your face as it paints the indigo night sky with the soft pale pink of dawn. It was already warming up. You could feel the heat on your bare skin, the haze of humidity starting to flood the bedroom from the open balcony archway.

Before you could open your eyes, a dull rocking shifts your body forward like the billowing air tides across the dune sea. A grumble fills your ears as you begin to come to, feeling warmth radiate across your entire backside. You tried to turn over, but felt the restraint of a muscular forearm against your pebbled nipples.

“Don’t move, little one. Got you right where I want you.” Boba huffed softly, the whispered words hot along the shell of your ear. He groaned deeper as he let his other hand pull you by your hipbones impossibly closer to where his hips were lazily snapping to meet yours.

“Hmm…Boba…what…” You drawl softly in your half-asleep daze, reaching down to entwine your fingers with his on your hip. Before you could finish your thought, you felt the hot, weighted length of him press between the plush of your closed thighs. You gasp delightfully, widening your thighs just enough to let him move with an enjoyable amount of friction.

The subtle throb of his morning cock found it’s home slotting itself just below your own entrance, brushing at your clit gently with each thrust. You let out a desperate mewl at the contact and began writhing in rhythm with Boba’s hips.

“Looked so pretty laying there. I can’t help it, princess. Daddy’s gotta have you.” Boba whispered, placing the laziest of long, hot kisses at the spot behind your ear that always made you melt. “Watching the suns paint your silhouette across my sheets as they rise over my city…you’re mine too, aren’t you?”

His thrusts increase in strength without ever changing the pace. The mounting intensity along your drenched slit without the relief of entrance has you boiling in your core as you ache for the stretch of him inside you. In the daze of morning, you were powerless to resist such teasing. You moaned louder now, the whispered sweet nothings across your pillows no longer enough to signify your need for him.

The deep grumble of a satisfied laugh spread across your back as it echoed in his broad chest. “All you have to do is say it. Tell me you’re mine. Beg me to fill you and I’ll make that ache go away.” He instructed, letting his soft kisses turn into sloppy, desperate hickies on the length of your neck. Still the thrusting of his thick cock between your thighs didn’t let up, his hands traveling to knead at your thighs.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, tipping your head back onto his shoulder and crying out as he slid himself between your soaked slit now.

“C’mon, little one,” he mocked, keeping his composure despite your heat threatening to envelope him in seconds. “Use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice so early. Wake up our city.” He laughed darkly as he let the tip of his cock slap against your clit and you lost it.

“Boba. Fuck me. Please. I’m yours, Daddy, all yours. Please.” You begged at full volume, rocking back into his lap and gripping his hands desperately. You were slick and ready and if you waited even a second longer you’d explode.

He groaned loudly, shifting his palm down your upper thigh. “There you go, my Princess. Now you’ve earned it.” He purred, lifting your leg higher and splitting you apart on top of him.

He took you like that into the late hours of morning, letting you fade back into blissful sleep with every climax and waiting to wake you up again each time for another round.

#boba fett smut #boba fett x you #boba fett x reader #boba fett thots #boba fett x reader smut #I’m a boba is a daddy truther #the type of daddy depends on the day #this morning he was soft encouraging loving daddy #daimyo boba fett

[sandrockers]

FINALLY I finished this meme I’ve seen other mtas builders been doing, couldn’t help but try it out and share a bit more about jay :3

Some silly explanations for the symbolism choices under keep reading!!💖

Lilac: I usually connect pink and black colors with jay, but I can’t help but make Lilac her symbolic color, being her favorite color and all. Esp with the picture I chosen, It’s her favorite time of the day when the sky becomes purple.

Eureka Dunes Evening Primrose: Primroses actually have a special connection to Jay’s family, dating back to her great grandparents. I couldn’t help but pick this primrose specifically because of where it blooms, the desert. Primroses in general symbolizes new beginnings, which I feel like fits well with a lot of moments not only in Jay’s life, but the sandrock story in general.

Highland Cow: I actually have a headcanon with @sandrockianblues that we like to think highland cows are actually highwind cows in the my time series. And with that, I love the idea Highwind cows are the first creatures that Jay fell in love with when she moved to the free cities. Jay loves a lot of bovines, but I couldn’t help but keep this one in after @sandara-and-coco said that Jay and Sandara share the same spirit animal. ;o;✨💞

Keychains: Even though it’s a silly add-on I put in some of her outfits, these keychains do have a special place her jay’s life. It was one of first things she started making to give to her best friend, Ethan, and now it’s one of her gesture of showing how she sees someone as her friend.

Chemtrails Over the Country Club: This one is meh to be honest, I always have a hard time finding songs that connect to my ocs. If anything, the whole songs doesn’t really connect to her but just certain lyrics out of context.

“Meet you for coffee

At the elementary schools

We laugh about nothing

As the summer gets cool

It's beautiful, how this deep

Normality settles down over me

I'm not bored or unhappy

I'm still so strange and wild

You're in the wind, I'm in the water

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter

Watching the chemtrails over the country club”

This one is cheesy cuz it mainly connects to the mundane moments she has with Logan, but she loves it, esp after how crazy her life has been before these moments.

Yearning: Now this one is a bit.. personal for jay, but like I said in her sheet, that she wants something new in her life, and of course she gets it with sandrock! But there are other things she yearns deep down, like a past she’ll never get back and all, BUT atleast she gets over that one after certain events in her life LMAO.

Anywho if ur still reading, can’t wait when Pathea drops the new update soon for early access, I got a lot of gifsets, and a few of fun beta moments of Logan 🌚

#my time at sandrock #mtas fanart #my art #fanart #mtas #mtas oc #oc meme #My Builder Jay #mtas builder

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Four

It’s so awkward. It’s as though both Liam and I have forgotten to make conversation. As we walk down the beach together I glance around me, making sure that nobody else can see us, especially not Kelly or Claire, because I know if they could they would be compiling a list of all the things I have been doing wrong so that they can ambush me with it tomorrow morning. 

We walk in near silence until the sounds and lights of the pub have long vanished into the distance behind us, and I’m stressed now. I feel like I should be saying something. Is he waiting for me to say something? He probably is. I haven’t been very good at starting conversations all night, maybe it’s my turn now and I didn’t even realise it, but before I can think of something to say he asks me: “Do you want to sit down over there?”

There is a path through the dunes that leads back into the village and snakes over a golf course en route. The opening to it is a little half moon shape in the dunes, naturally framed by the marram grass, a gentle incline providing a comfortable place to sit while shaded from the wind. We crouch down together there, and I see that the circling beam of a lighthouse is clear from our place on the sand. Its brazen light pierces through the darkness towards me and then vanishes again in an instant, leaving only the ghostly glow of the moon on the shore. 

“There’ll be a full moon in a few days.” I say, partially to myself, partially because I’m now desperate to finally say something out loud. 

“Yep, you can tell by the tides.” Says Liam. “See how choppy they’ve become now? Once the moon is waning again you’ll see the tide still as anything.” He scratches the back of his head and breathes in. His breath is quivering a little bit. “Full moon is a good time to be out on the water if you’ve got a bit of experience. We try not to bring the surf juniors out there though – it’s a bit more risky.”

“I don’t know anything about surfing.” I admit. “We took a school tour to an activity camp one year. Everyone was so excited to try surfing there, but I couldn’t even get close to standing up on the board.”

“We’ve all been there. It just takes practice. That’s why I love doing the camps, you can really see the progress over the six weeks and kids are just so good at picking things up.”

“Sounds like you really like your job.”

“Oh, I love it. If I could stay here all year round and teach surfing I would in a heartbeat. I don’t ever want to be anywhere else than on the beach and in the sea.”

“Well, why don’t you stay here then? Do you really want to go and do Agricultural Science in college?”

“No” His shoulders slump. “I can’t be bothered with it really, but once September comes this beach is deserted. There’s not a soul around for the guts of nine months, you’d never get enough to fill a class in the Surf Shack. I have to find something else to do.” 

“That sounds hard.” I say. “It’s a shame you can’t keep on doing what you love.” I think about myself, and how I would feel if art was something I was unable to pursue, and instead I found myself stuck in some dull administrative job, spending each day filing papers and typing reports in some grey corporate office. I stare thoughtfully out towards the sea as I consider this, imagining myself in some alternate dimension where I am forced to choose between exclusively boring college courses, trying to get through my classes day after day, knowing that what waits me at the other end of it all is a job offer for the worst career possible. 

It takes me a moment to realise that Liam hasn’t spoken in a while, and I glance at him, but his face is towards the sand, he’s watching grains of sand spill through his fingers with brows knitted together anxiously. I immediately assume that I’ve said something wrong. “Are you okay?” I ask. 

“Yeah I’m fine.” He says absently.

“Are you sure? I didn’t say something wrong or anything did I?”

“No, not at all.” His eyes flicker up to meet mine. “You didn’t say anything.” I wonder in disappointment if I have ruined things. If he was going to make a move on me, he probably would have done it by now, and I worry that our date – if you can call it that – has been a failure. I glance at him and I wonder if I even want him to kiss me, if he tried to, would I let him? He is a nice boy, his face is handsome and he seems like a nice person and I think there must be something wrong with me if I don’t fancy him. I think then that I might start crying. 

“When I saw you outside the Surf Shack earlier I thought you were gorgeous.” He says finally. I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that it takes me a second to realise it. 

“Really?” I sound incredulous. But how can a boy look at anybody else when someone like Claire is sitting right in front of them?

“Yeah, there’s something about like, your eyes. I’ve not met anybody before who has green eyes like that.”

“Yeah right” I laugh, and it sounds harsh and out of place.

“No, I’m dead serious.” He says, cheeks pink with embarrassment. I realise he’s not setting me up, and I feel bad for laughing. It’s just hard for me to imagine that anybody would feel in any way intensely about me or any part of me. I look in the mirror and I can’t pick out any feature of mine that is especially beautiful or especially ugly. I’m just flat. Plain. Blank, and there’s nothing about me that… sparkles. 

“When you turned around and looked over at me, it’s like, I felt a shock when I saw your face, I just thought to myself; “who is she?’”

“That’s mad.” I feel my face getting hot, and I kind of want him to say more nice things about me, for as much as I find them hard to believe, it is lovely to think that somebody has looked at my face and seen something beautiful in it. 

He rakes his fingers through his blond curls and sighs. “I… Evie, you’re so nice and I wanted to come out here with you and I really wanted to kiss you, but now I’ve been feeling too nervous to make a move on you and I’ve just… made things so shit and awkward.”

“Oh.” I say, my heart suddenly thumping in my chest. I can’t think of how to respond, and he looks at me desperately, his eyes begging me to say something else to break the silence.

“Sorry, I think I’m the one who’s been making it awkward” I say at last.  

“So can I kiss you?” 

I wish that he hadn’t asked me and had just done it, and I kind of feel like rolling my eyes, but I nod, and then he leans towards me and then his lips are against mine. 

I don’t have a lot of experience with kissing, and most of my experiences with it have been truly horrible, but I find kissing Liam to be quite nice. He isn’t smashing his face against mine or immediately going in with too much tongue, he is gently holding the back of my neck, and his face and his breath are warm against my cheek. I find myself wishing that all of my kisses had been like this one, maybe then I wouldn’t be so traumatised by the concept of boys and love and sex. Maybe, after all, the whole thing doesn’t have to be such a monstrous ordeal. When I realise I am overthinking, I try to force my racing thoughts away so that I can focus on kissing him back. 

It doesn’t last very long, and when we pull away, we giggle nervously and then get up from the sand and begin slowly walking back down the beach together. It feels like now that we’ve done it, we can finally leave. I’m surprised that he reaches for my hand as we go and can’t help but think that it feels a little preemptive of him to do that. Doesn’t hand holding come later? Is there supposed to be some kind of discussion about where we stand with one another? Maybe I don’t understand the rules. I forget about it, and just enjoy the feeling of being close with another person like this. It’s safe and sweet and cosy, and we talk and joke hand in hand all the way back to the pub. 

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[writercole]

Game. Set. Match.

Summary: Jake sometimes has more luck than sense. Words: 1157 Warnings: Jake's kind of an ass but not really Credits: @princessmisery666 because she's the best alpha & beta reader I could have asked for. A/N: As easy as it was to decide that Brad was the golf pro, it was even easier to cast Jake as the tennis pro.

Jake Seresin, head tennis instructor at the Sandy Dunes Country Club, loved his job. He enjoyed the lavish facilities and the clients he was fortunate to teach. More than that, he enjoyed the attention from the women he instructed. But despite the love and familiarity that the club offered, it wasn’t where he felt most comfortable. The court he practiced on as a kid, the one that shaped his childhood and though unknown at the time, set up his adult life. It held more than memories; it reminded him of the curious, carefree person he used to be, the one he wanted to be again. 

His long time friend Javy would meet him on the weekends and they’d play a few matches, enjoying the change of pace of not having to be on top of his game all the time. Jake would deny it to any of the other pros at the club, but it was a relief not to have to be on, all the time. Sometimes, living up to his reputation was exhausting.

He arrived at the park before Javy and, spying several kids and teens with rackets, decided to meander over to the court to wait for his friend. His curiosity was piqued when he saw a woman, about his age, giving instructions.

“Okay, let’s check your grip for your forward swing. Show me what you got, Darius,” she said to a young boy, who looked about ten. He swung the racket forward and she set hers down to adjust his grip. “Loosen up just a little. You want the handle to have some breathing room.”

She went down the line and checked every student, praising posture and grips, and gently correcting what she could. Jake was intrigued with the dynamic between the instructor and her students. She was calm and firm, commanding respect without ever being rude or condescending.

Unfortunately, there were two students who were ignoring her instructions, too busy talking amongst themselves instead of listening to the wisdom she was imparting. 

“Hey, you need to pay attention,” Jake called.

Eleven heads turned towards him, ten of them surprised but the instructor was pissed. “Excuse you, but this is my class,” she snapped.

“I know, I was just - “

“I really don’t care,” she interrupted. “This is my class, my students.You don’t know these kids, and you have no right to correct them.”

“But they were -”

“I know exactly what Charlie and Damian were doing. I do have the capacity to watch ten students without staring at them. Now if you don’t mind, I have a class to teach.”

Jake shrank into himself and grabbed his racket, heading to the opposite side of the courts. He bounced a tennis ball against the wall, warming up as he listened to the class, keeping her in his peripheral vision. She was kind but commanding, gentle but firm, funny and knowledgeable, and the kids seemed to love her. 

Javy still hadn’t made it by the time she called that class was over and Jake took a deep breath, bracing himself to walk over and apologize for overstepping.

“Charlie, you’re improving so much! I’m so proud of you!” he heard her say before the student bounded away to his mother. 

Jake approached cautiously as he watched her gather up her racket and water bottle, tucking everything into a gym bag and pulling out her keys. “Uh, excuse me,” he said tentatively.

She turned towards him and sighed. “You again. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just wanted to apologize for overstepping. That is your class and your students and I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise as he spoke, her posture relaxing slightly. “It’s fine. And I’m sorry I snapped, it’s just those kids have all been deemed problems by their schools because they have issues with anxiety and other neurodivergencies. You jumping in just reinforced the negative crap they’ve been hearing all their lives.”

“I had no idea.”

“I know you didn’t. But now you do, so next time, think before you speak or maybe just keep your mouth shut.” She turned to walk away, flipping her keys in her hand.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jake called out, stopping her in her tracks. She looked back over her shoulder and he continued. “Is this some kind of community program?””

“It’s part of a program that the school system arranged with the parks department. I volunteer my time on Saturday mornings to teach kids a better way to channel their energy and frustration to attempt to cut down on classroom disturbances,” she explained, turning around and walking back towards Jake.

“That’s awesome,” he replied. 

“We could use some more volunteers. You just have to work on the way you talk to the kids.”

“Maybe,” he mused, “next Saturday I could meet you here? Observe the class, possibly help you out with some of the fundamentals?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to talk to the director of the program. I can give you his number.” She rummaged through a pocket in her bag and pulled out a business card, handing it over. “Beau is good at reading people, even over the phone.”

Jake reviewed the business card and smiled, recognizing the name of a familiar family friend. “In that case, I’ll be seeing you next Saturday.”

“You seem awfully confident.”

“You see, Beau Simpson is an old friend of the family. He plays golf at the country club I work at.”

Her eyes narrowed and her head cocked. “Are you sure that’s the right person?”

“I’m absolutely positive. Should I tell him I met you here?” He grinned as his confidence grew, knowing that no matter what she said, he’d have all the information he needed by the end of the day.

“No need. I’ll be calling him as soon as I get into the car to tell him about this first class and the interruption by….” she trailed off, not having his name.

“Oh, uh, Jake. Jake Seresin,” he supplied, extending his hand.

“Oh. Now I know who you are,” she smirked as she took his hand.

His smile dropped as hers grew. “And how do you know me?”

“Let’s just say your reputation precedes you. Nice to meet you, Jake.” She dropped his hand and turned away, walking towards the gate.

“Do I get to know your name?” he called after her.

“Not this time,” she replied as she stepped out of the courts. 

Jake stared after her for a long moment before shaking his head and following her path. Pulling out his phone, he texted Javy, telling him that something came up and he had to cancel. He slid into his car and pointed it in the direction of the private golf course he knew Simpson frequented. He planned to use the opportunity to keep the ball in his court with the unknown woman that captivated him.

#writercole #a drive for love #country club au #jake seresin #hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick au #tennis pro jake

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 85- BTS in Dubai

Words: 3,000+

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‘Visiting a magical country Dubai for summer package’

Bangtan’s next summer package was in Dubai. They got settled in at the Palazzo Versace Hotel and went on to start their day off by experiencing a desert.

‘Going to Safari Desert in Dubai. Driving across the golden desert on a four-wheel drive vehicle’

Jennie drove in the car with Suga, Jungkook, and Jimin. She sat with Suga in the back while Jungkook and Jimin sat in front of them. Their car ride was much quieter than the other car that had the rest of the members in it. Jimin and Jungkook listened to their music separately while Suga shared an earbud with Jennie. She listened to his playlist and once The Don by Nas played, Suga let out a low chuckle as she danced in her seat.

Arriving at the desert, Jennie soaked it all in. Dubai was beautiful and the sun felt great against her skin.

“I love this. Like, look at this scenery! And we get to take photos here? Couldn’t get any better,” she smiled as the camera filmed her snapping photos. J-Hope was happily yelling about Bangtan arriving in the background. “I need to send these to my parents. They’ll love this,”

’Everyone is speechless because of its beautiful scenery’

Once the photoshoot began, the members were given sandboards to ride down the dune. Jennie balanced perfectly on her board and slid down the sand while the photographer snapped away. 

“How do you do that!?” Suga called out.

“Practice makes perfect!” she answered with a grin.

With her selfie stick, she walked around, enjoying the view. “I think I have gotten much better at skating thanks to Kevin. So shoutout to my friend,” she said. “I’ll make sure to visit you and attend one of your basketball games at your college,“

“Ennie! Try running up the sand dune!” Jimin suggested.

When she watched him slip down and fall, she laughed. Soon after Suga and Jin rolled down the sand.

“I would roll down there but I don’t want to get my hair filled with sand,” she said when asked by V if she wanted to join him with Jungkook.

“Jennie, watch this!” Jungkook shouted out and jumped down the sand dune, rolling over. He then smoothly stopped and posed.

She applauded him while shouting, “Ten out of ten, Kookie!”

“Wow, awesome!” V praised. “Jungkook, that was so cool,”

BTS spent a few hours in the area, playing around, and even had a few sand fights.

“Jin. Back up. Back up, right now.” she warned, taking steps back as he walked over to her with a handful of sand after chasing Jimin. She shrieked and jumped out of the direction he threw the sand and began running away. “Not cool! I am not getting sand in my damn hair!"

“Get her!” Jimin shouted, running after her

After they finished their photoshoot in the desert, Bangtan went to the Dubai Desert Bedouin camp to experience their traditional culture. Performers were dancing around and Jennie was mesmerized. She loved how they danced. The way their bodies moved. V was even invited to dance with them. A fun first night.

“Hey! I’m Jennie and I am happily in Dubai!” she waved to the camera after being seated for a solo interview.

‘What did you do today?’

“We went to the desert and it was breathtaking. You have got to check it out. Dubai is beautiful. And the sunset looked so romantic.” she smiled, thinking about her and Jungkook briefly walking around to check out the sunset.

‘What was most impressive?’

“When we went out to dinner to watch the performers. I loved it. It made me want to learn more about their dances,"

‘BTS Picture Day’

Jennie sat with Suga at the table to work as they wrote their daily diary. She wrote about her day in the desert and made a sunset drawing with the members watching it.

“I always put off writing diaries when I was in school,“ Suga said.

"Really? Part of me wanted to invest in a journal to write out my thoughts but then it turned into lyrics so I just started writing songs about my feelings,”

“That’s good. I’m still waiting for you to work on your project,”

“Eventually,” she grinned.

The next day the members were given a mission to buy a gift for their secret friend. They chose a bag that had a member’s name on it along with money to buy a gift. Jennie had gotten a unique bag with the most money because the paper said to buy a gift for All members. Several ideas went through on head on how she wanted to go about it. She could buy something for each of them or perhaps see if she could find something that could benefit all of them.

For shopping, the group went over to a traditional market to buy gifts. Some split into teams while Jennie went by herself. A large bodyguard accompanied her to make sure she was safe. He was nice and she offered him some of the food she bought when she got hungry.

“I thought it would just be one member I had to buy a gift for but today I am buying something for all of us,” she said on her camera with a selfie stick. “I have no idea what to buy y’all. I want it to be different. Something for all of us to share as a gift,”

She walked around and noticed a shop with tons of artwork and portraits. She was amazed by how realistic the drawings looked.

“Maybe...” she walked in. “Hi, how are you?”

“I am well, how are you?” the man stood up, speaking English to her.

"I’m doing great. Your drawings are beautiful. How much is one?”

They discussed the pricing and she showed the owner the photo she wanted to be drawn. 

“I have this picture on my phone. It’s with me and my brothers. I wanted to get it drawn in a big portrait that can be hung in our dorm,”

“I like this picture. I can do this,”

“Awesome!”

After a few hours, of watching him draw it, Jennie looked at the big portrait and smiled happily. “This is so breathtaking! Look at this, wow. They’ll love it, thank you so much,”

‘Bastakiah. A historical site in Burj Dubai region’

’60 buildings built in mid-9th century have been in operation until 1970s. Some are operating as cultural facilities’

Jennie and Rapmon were paired up for a photo shoot. They posed against the wall for a few shots and then Rapmon was seated down reading a book. She sat next to him and presented him with a lollipop while she had one in her mouth. After he smiled and took it, she wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in for a side hug as they grinned for the camera.

After the photos were done, Bangtan returned to the hotel to open up their gifts. They sat on the floor in a semi-circle and Jen was in between V and Rapmon.

“My bag had two people in it. So I bought two gifts. For my first person, she-oh no,“ Jimin covered his face, laughing at his mistake.

"Ahhhhh~!” Bangtan shouted and laughed as he gave it away.

“So, you got Jennie!” V laughed.

“Jimin gives great gifts so I’m looking forward to what he got me,” she laughed.

“I noticed that you have lots of accessories hanging around so I thought this item would help tremendously,” he announced and presented her with a large white jewelry box. “It also has your birthstones on it. Topaz and Citrine. So, Ennie, I hope you like it,”

Loud cheers surrounded her as she looked at the box with a huge smile. It was beautiful.

“Oh wow, thank you!” she happily accepted it and opened it. “Oh yeah, this is great. Thank you so much, Jimin. Come here,” she set it down and went over to hug him.

“Wow, I would love something like this. Very cute box,” Namjoon complimented.

“I think Jimin had to buy mine. He chose Jennie and me,” J-Hope said confidently.

He was so sure that Jimin was the one that chose him after Jennie. It just had to be him. 

“He keeps saying that he’s absolutely positive that Jimin is his secret friend,” Namjoon said.

“Explain yourself why you think that,” Jimin said.

“It is?” J-Hope looked at him and watched as he laughed. “See? He can’t act,”

‘Why is J-Hope so sure?’

“The second person I have is someone who likes collecting small things like figures,” Jimin announced.

He took out the present to show the shiny ornaments and presented it to Jin. The camera panned over J-Hope’s facial expression as he looked embarrassed that he was wrong. Everyone laughed as Jimin showed off his items to Jin.

“J-Hope kept saying that it was him, so I wasn’t expecting this at all,” Jin stated and went to hug Jimin. “It feels much better to receive something when you least expect it. Thanks, Jimin,”

“I’ll go next and then Jin. Okay, this is very special to me,” Jennie began.

“Munchkin. Look at me. This is for me, right? You picked me?” J-Hope asked as the members laughed.

“You’ll see,” she responded, leaving everyone in suspense. “Okay, this is very special to me because this is regarding the day we got our first win for I Need U and how proud you all were of me for just always working my hardest in this group. There are days I go back to this picture and I’m like wow we are thriving and I’m cherishing every moment. So, this is for all of us. My bag was all of you and I thought the perfect gift for us was a portrait of my favorite photo we took after our first win,” she revealed the large drawing as they all looked at it in awe.

“Wow~!” they shouted gleefully and applauded. They raved about how realistic it looked and thanked her for giving them something like this.

"It looks so real!” they rambled on.

“Where did you go?” Suga asked after taking the drawing to get a better look. “The artist drew my smile perfectly,”

“I was wandering around and came across this art shop. I’m glad I did. We can hang it up in the dorm. I hope you guys like it,”

"This is beautiful. Let’s hang this up in the dorm when we return to Korea. The living room is what I’m thinking,” Rapmon said.

V wrapped his arms around Jennie as she fell back and laughed. Rapmon got on top for the hug and so did the other members. A chorus of thank yous and compliments on the gift made her heart soar. Buying that for them was the best decision ever.

“God, y'all heavy! What are you eating!?” she joked while they got off of her, one by one.

After they all got situated again, it was Jin’s turn to reveal who he had.

“Wait Jin. Look at me. Did you get me?” J-Hope asked and watched as he let out a laugh. “He did!” 

‘No, he did not’

“You’re mighty confident there,” Jen chuckled.

“J-Hope, what if he didn’t?” Namjoon laughed.

“I know he did. I am very confident in my prediction this time,” J-Hope declared.

“I picked this because he has a lot of things on his desk but there’s nothing pretty,” Jin revealed and took the lamp out of the bag. He plugged it in the showed them how it looked and they all complimented it on how fancy it appeared. “The person with a messy desk is Jungkook,”

“Wow, awesome!” Jungkook took the lamp out of his hands. “Jin hyung, I’m so touched!”

“Glad you like it,”

“Thanks, Jin,” he high fived him.

“It’s awkward,” J-Hope scratched the side of his neck and laughed that he still had not been chosen individually. “Whoever bought my present must feel awkward now. Who bought mine?”

Jungkook took out the gift he bought. “Well, this person really likes clothes. He likes accessories, too,“

“It’s V,” J-Hope assumed.

‘How can he not know?’

“He likes something fancy but something simple, too. Here’s a bracelet first,” Jungkook revealed the present out of the bag and then the shirt and bag.

‘Gotta be J-Hope this time,’ Jennie thought as she giggled at him being oblivious to the hints.

“But I think this is the big hint. See? It’s green.” Namjoon pointed out as realization hit Hobi like a truck and he laughed with Jungkook who smacked his chest.

“Wow, I had no idea,” he said as the members playfully made fun of how bad his guesses were.

Next up was Hobi to revealed the gift he bought as he explained that it was a Dubai fragrance. 

“I hope he remembers what we did today whenever he smells this fragrance. Suga!”

“I knew it!” he grinned and received it. “We went to the fragrance store together. I said I like how it smells and he bought it,”

After spraying some for everyone to smell, Suga grabbed his gift to present. “I bought this for him because he’s into accessories these days. When I first saw this, I thought it goes really well with what he usually wears. It’s a ring,”

He took it out of the bag and presented the silver ring. Once they saw how big it was everyone knew it was for Rapmon as he let out a laugh.

“I wasn’t sure which size to get,” Suga said but it fit perfectly on Rapmon and he was satisfied with the ring.

After thanking Suga for the gift, he grabbed the present he bought. “When I was getting his present, I knew I was going to get him and it really happened. V was born in December, right? The birthstone for December is turquoise,”

After explaining, he revealed the necklaces and bracelets with turquoise in them as everyone looked at them in amazement. Rapmon then explained that wearing his birthstone would bring good luck.

“You’re starting a drama, too. I wish you good luck and success,” Rapmon applauded him.

Lastly was V who had Jimin as he thought this gift would be useful for him. He revealed golden playing cards that excited all of them while Jimin had his eyes closed.

“Jimin has been playing this game a lot,” V said.

“It’s one-card,” Suga laughed.

“Oh, I know what it is. I think it’s a golden deck of playing cards,” he figured out. “Someone was trying to sell them to me,”

After being given the cards, Jimin shuffled them and Bangtan was impressed with how he shuffled them with ease. After enjoying their gifts, the members spent their last day at the hotel taking photos and writing in their diaries. 

On their last day, they spent time in the pool area to play some games.

‘BTS having fun in the water at a swimming pool in Dubai’

‘Playing three games in two teams. The winning team will get 1,500 AED!’

‘Which team will win?’

The teams were divided by older vs younger members and the first game was the relay swimming. The rules were simple. Swim to the other side and choose an item.

First up was Suga vs Jungkook as they ran in the pool.

“Wow! Min Suga! Go Min Suga!” Rapmon cheered.

“Come on, Jungkook! You got this!” Jennie shouted as he managed to pass the halfway point first.

Jungkook picked up a watermelon ball while Suga picked up a tube to swim back to their teams. Jungkook made it to his team first and V ran into the water. Suga slowly made it back to his team as Jennie laughed.

“I tried my best, I tried my best,” Suga said out of breath.

“Oh my gosh. It was smart for us to get the ball instead. The tube is slowing the other team down,” she said next to Jimin as Rap Monster accelerated slowly.

As the game progressed J-Hope caught up with V and started playing around, trying to stop each other from going.

“V!” Jennie laughed when he suddenly threw the ball, allowing J-Hope to make it to his team first.

J-Hope gave the tube to Jin and he quickly swam forward while V was still far behind, trying to swim back with the ball.

“V~! Get over here! We’re losing!” Jimin wailed.

Loud cheers from the older team got louder as Jin progressed. Once V gave the ball to Jennie, Jin progressed to the half waypoint.

Now, this was pressure.

Jen ran in and swam as fast as she could but sadly, the older guys won and celebrated. Once she made it back, Jimin and Jungkook looked displeased that they lost all because V had messed up and Jennie didn’t swim fast enough to catch up.

“Sorry,” she frowned.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jimin said, mostly to V who was the main reason for the defeat.

“Guys, it’s fine~! We’ll get them next time,” she reassured. “You tried your best V, don’t even worry about it,”

However, Jungkook and Jimin didn’t listen and decided to punish V by giving him a smack on the butt and kicked him into the pool.

‘2nd game. Calvary Battle’

‘One person from each team wears a hat. Whoever takes off their opponent’s hat or pushes them into the water wins.’

It was decided that Jungkook was going to go up against Jin. Jennie aided Jimin and V to lift him up while Jin’s teammates did the same.

“Go!” a staff member shouted.

Jin attacked first but Jungkook swiftly leaned back to avoid it. It was a back and forth battle up until Jungkook pushed Jin back to make him fall into the water.

“Woohoo! Victory!” Jennie cheered.

“Yay! We won!” V happily said.

‘3rd game. Taboo’

‘Explain words using the body in 60 seconds. Whoever gets more correct answers will win’

The younger team went first and J-Hope revealed the first word to V.

‘Mascara’

“Contacts!” Jungkook said.

“Eyelashes!” Jimin shouted

“It’s mascara!” Jen answered which immediately got a smile from V.

‘Statue of Liberty’

V posed just like the statue and Jungkook answered it correctly.

‘Free Fall’

This was a difficult one because the team thought he was trying to explain hula hoop with the way he was swinging his hips.

“I...I have no clue, man,” Jen shrugged, looking confused.

“What is he doing? He’s really bad,” the older team pointed out.

“Next one!” V said

‘Escalator’

“How do I do this?” he pondered

“Stairs!” Jimin answered as they watched V walk down.

But nothing he was doing was getting through their heads.

“A mountain God!” Jungkook randomly answered. “Elevat...escalator!”

Then V showed off his teeth, making them assume it was a vampire. Jungkook answered Dracula and got it correct.

“Poop! Urgent poop!” Jimin answered as they watched V look uncomfortable.

"You got gas?” Jen wondered.

“Constipation!” Jungkook said and got it correct.

Once the older team went, Jennie and the rest of the boys laughed at how extra J-Hope was to try to show off the word with his body. And she was blown away at how easily her opponents were getting everything right. They were good at this game, yelling out answers.

In the end, the younger team got 5 points while the older team got 6 and won the tournament and prize.

“I’m not going to team up with V again,” Jungkook announced.

“Hey, come on...” V grinned sheepishly.

“Gosh...”

“We almost won,” Jimin added as he walked away with Jungkook.

“Stop being mean. I’ll be teaming up with you, again. It’s all good. At least we had fun,” Jennie smiled and ruffled V’s hair, making him feel better about himself.

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Off camera, Jennie spotted an open volleyball court and suggested, “Hey, can we play another game?”

“What game?” V asked.

“Volleyball. We can be on different teams,”

“I want Jennie on my team!” Jimin announced and grabbed a hold of her.

The Golden Maknae made a facial expression of protest. “No, she’s going to be on my team,” he reached out for her, pulling her away from Jimin. He held her close into his arms while playfully glaring at him.

“No way. I said she’s on my team first,”

“You only want her because Jennie decimates everyone in volleyball during the Idol Star Athletic Championships,”

“Okay, but it’s unfair if you and her are on the same team! It’ll be OP!”

“V, help?” she pleaded as she was in the middle of this tug of war.

V did help get her out of it as they watched Jimin and Jungkook bicker.

“OP? What is OP?” Namjoon asked.

“Over Powered. Overpowering. You know. Like in video games,” Jen explained.

After some serious protest, the teams were split up so that JenKook could face each other. Jen had Jimin, J-Hope, and Namjoon while Jungkook had V, Suga, and Jin.

“Okay babe, be prepared to lose,” she stuck her tongue out at Jungkook, initiating his competitive side.

“We’ll see about that,” he answered.

The game started great, a back and forth battle. Even though Jungkook said he wouldn’t team up with V because he made their team lose, V was doing a great job keeping the ball up in the air. 

Jennie spiked the ball but Jungkook managed to block it. “Darn it!“

"Move faster, honey,” he teased her.

“Shut it!”

As the game progressed, she watched as Jin prepared to hit the ball over the net. She dashed forward and jumped high in the air while throwing her hands up. The ball smacked against her palm and managed to stay on his side, winning a point for her team.

Their game had a lot of close calls along with Jimin and Jin bickering. But in the end, Jen’s team won thanks to Namjoon’s unexpected spike.

“Yes!” she ran and jumped on his back, giving him multiple kisses on his cheek. “We did it!”

In the evening, the group went to the Dubai Mall and watched the largest fountain show during dinner. They took tons of photos and videos of the sight and then went to stand around to get a better view.

With the cameras away from them, Jungkook stood behind Jen and kissed her cheek as they watched the show.

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Gods and Men || Jake Lockley

Summary: You are an avatar and find yourself pulled towards a man who shares the same power as you do.  Warnings: 18+ only, violence, unprotected sex, sassy reader WC: 2.6k

To some Konshu is ancient but to others, like Iah, he is still an infant. Iah was the god of the moon long before Konshu was given life and his power infinitely greater, until he decided to retire with the other old gods of Egypt and let the next generation take reign. His spirit would still be resting in the dark side of the moon if it weren’t for the terrible tour guide letting you wander off from the group. You had stumbled across Iah’s physical body’s resting place and accidentally became his avatar when you touched his amulet.

“Find Konshu. He can put me back to sleep.”

“That’s all well and good but there’s 7 billion people on this planet now, how am I meant to find his avatar?” You groaned as you looked at Iah for answers.

“He may be weaker but he still holds the power of the moon. Feel its pull, like the tide, let it carry you to him.”

You rolled your eyes before closing them and spreading your arms wide, feeling Iah’s power rush through you. You could feel the oceans and seas, the rise and the fall of the tides. You could feel the moon itself waning in its cycle, the sun’s shadow cooling its surface as the earth eclipsed it. Then you felt it, a sensation of magnetism that was neither tide nor moon but something else entirely.

“Holy shit.” You laughed as you turned slowly around, the pull getting stronger until it eased off and you went back to its strongest point. “He’s that way, where is that? Cairo?”

“These lands used to be beautiful green fields, fools who chose to turn it to dust.” Iah grumbled as he wiped away the sand that had blown onto his postiche. “Start walking, the pull will get stronger the closer you get.”

“Do I really have to walk, can’t we fly or moonwalk?”

“Moonwalk?” Iah sighed with exasperation. “It’s called shadow walking. Do you listen to nothing I say?”

You shrugged and started walking in the direction your gut was telling you to go, ignoring his overbearing presence as he followed close behind. In all honesty you did listen to the god, at least most of the time, but he was just so easy to rile up that you couldn’t help teasing him. You liked to think it built rapport between you, even if he didn’t.

“What happens to me when you go back to sleep?” You asked as you felt the burn in your calves from hours of walking across sand dunes.

“You go back to your life, free of this burden.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. This was the most fun you had ever had and you couldn't deny that you liked the rush of power that came with being his avatar.

“Couldn’t you like…stay?” You asked pensively. “Would that really be so bad? We could totally just kick ass and become a hero. That’s an actual job nowadays, something I don’t have in this ‘life’ you speak of.”

“I am over 4000 years old. I retired so I do not have to work.”

“Alright Grandpa, but you wouldn’t have to do anything. You would just relax, sipping mai tais on the beach and I’ll do all the work.”

You were exhausted from walking and ready to collapse as the sun went down, grateful that the air was cooling quickly. Every piece of clothing clung to your skin that was drenched in sweat and you would have killed to have a drink of water but you were still miles from civilization. You had just taken a seat in the sand at the top of a dune when Iah looked up to the moon and raised his staff.

“Ready to moonwalk?”

“Are you telling me I could have just stayed exactly where we were and just waited until dark!” You hissed as you leapt to your feet and watched a veil of darkness erupt from his staff.

“I suppose we could have, but moving forward no matter how slowly is still progress.”

“Save the proverbs for someone who cares.” You growled as you stepped into the shadow wall and found yourself at the top of the great pyramid.

The scene unfolding was something you were not prepared for and you stared in awe at the giant Ammit and Khonshu fighting before you. You looked at Iah who was taking a seat on one of the huge bricks that made up the pyramid and waved your hand towards the fight he seemed to have no interest in.

“Um, hello, are we just going to ignore the dead bird losing to the crocodile?”

“Eh, he’ll be fine.” Iah chuckled and leant back leisurely to watch the young gods fight like it was a spectator sport. “I’d hate to think I chose a weakling to be my successor.”

Khonshu’s great grey beak turned in your direction and you felt the abyss of his eyes calling to you like the pull that drew you there before he turned to look at Iah. “I heard that old man.”

“Behind you!” You called out as Ammit opened her jaws wide and dove at Khonshu. “Come on, Iah, can I at least jump in?”

Iah dismissed you with a wave of his hand. “Do as you please, but remember you are only a meat suit and not invincible.”

“Wow, you should write for Hallmark.” You shot back as you leapt out from the pyramid, grabbing the material draping over Khonshu’s shoulder and sliding gracefully to the ground.

“These are my ceremonial robes, get your avatar under control, Iah.” Khonshu complained as you made your way towards Ammit.

Iah barked a laugh as he threw his staff like a spear, your fingers gripping it tightly before it carried you into the air. “I have accepted that she is beyond my control, much like yours I hear.”

The staff carried you towards its source of power and your skin began to glow as Iah’s force flowed through you, a white and gold threaded kaftan wrapping around you as it did. You looked down at the city below and released the staff, your cloak billowing out and letting you glide towards Ammit’s head. Just before you landed on her, you grabbed the khopesh hanging at your hip and used the force of your landing to bury the blade beneath her skin.

“Oh shit.” You cursed as the hard leathery crocodile skin snapped your sword and she snapped her head back, tossing you back up in the air as she opened her mouth ready to consume you.

Khonshu leapt forward and risked losing his own arm as he swiped you from her clutches, close enough that you saw your own reflection in her teeth before the slammed shut. He just managed to settle you on his shoulder before blocking Ammit’s attack and you gripped his robe tightly as they grappled.

“Hold tight, little one.” Khonshu warned before he surged forward on the offensive.

You could see Ammit’s power growing as her avatar gathered souls for her and soon she would over power Khonshu, she had already torn his staff from his grasp. You closed your eyes as you felt the strength of the moon above, moving it across the sky so that it was no longer waning but at its fullest and bathing you in its glow. Khonshu turned his beak to the sky as he felt his strength return only for Ammit to take the distraction and spear him in the chest with his own forked staff.

You winced as Khonshu growled in pain, his god form falling backwards as he tried to keep the staff from piercing through completely. There was no time to think as you slid down his chest and wedged yourself between the juncture of the staff, stopping it from going any further. You could barely breathe from the pressure but you knew it had saved the god as you felt his giant heart beat like a bass drum against you.

Your vision was dimming as Ammit began to drag Khonshu towards the pyramid, no doubt intending to end him, but just before it went dark you felt a tug on your ankle. Khonshu protected you as his arm fell to his side, your body tumbling across the dirt to rest in the shadows - darkness taking over.

“Thank you.”

A curtain billowed in the breeze, the pyramids peeking through with every sway, and you sat up wondering how you got there. The ache in your head barely registered as you caught sight of an avatar coming out of the bathroom, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his shirt missing.

“Buenos días, querida.”

“Good morning.” You cleared your throat and looked around the room for any sign of Iah or the god this man represented but found neither.

He poured two cups of coffee from the pot that was resting on a service tray and carried one over to you, holding it out in offering.

“Gracias.” You murmured as you took it, sniffing to see if there was any obvious sign of poison but it just smelt like coffee and seemed to amuse him. “No offence but when I wake up to a half naked man I normally know their name. Who are you?”

“Jake Lockley.” He smiled with a dark and dangerous glint behind his eyes before he held his hand out.

“Y/n y/l/n.” You said as you went to shake his hand but he caught yours and lifted it to his lips. You felt the same pull as you had the night before and gasped. “You’re Khonshu’s avatar.”

“Sí.” He nodded and took a seat at the edge of the bed. “He was impressed with your espíritu, your fire.”

“Do you feel that?” You asked as you failed to concentrate on anything but the gravitational pull begging you to move closer to him.

“Sí, our power draws us together.” He nodded, holding his hand up, your own quickly meeting his palm to palm. “Like two flames burn brighter when joined.”

“That’s a terrible analogy.” Your laughter died out as he took the coffee cup back and your breath caught in your chest. “The fire burns out faster that way.”

Your mug was placed next to his beside the bed and you caught that look in his eyes once again, a cold chill that should have been a warning to run but instead it heated your core. Your fingers laced into his dark hair, tugging the short curls and bringing him closer as the magnetism left you at its whim.

He let himself fall over you, his hands catching his weight beside your head and his dark eyes were pools to a starry night. “Sigue siendo hermosa mientras dura.”

His suave voice melted your insides and you swore you could feel his breath igniting your skin as his lips scorched your neck.

“My Spanish isn’t that good.”

You sighed as your hands ran down his neck and across his chest. His skin was soft and warm but you could feel the strong muscles moving beneath the deceptive surface.

“The fire is still beautiful, no matter how long it burns.”

You were willing to let this fire consume you, even if it were only for a moment - you couldn’t even think about the recklessness, there was just an insatiable need. Your hands were already working at his jeans, popping the button as he tugged your shirt over your head. The rest of your clothes disappeared with hastily placed kisses and your back arched as he roughly kissed the length of your body, grazing his teeth over your skin to leave goosebumps in their wake.

You were so caught in the whirlwind of the moment you realised you didn’t even know what happened after you blacked out and you gasped as he nipped your thigh. “Did you kill Ammit?”

He rolled his eyes up to look at you, barely clinging to your sanity long enough to ask the question. “No, but I’ll take care of it after I take care of you.”

He pushed you back against the cool cotton sheets as he crawled up your body and you felt an innate trust in him, knowing he wouldn’t let Ammit plague this world again. Relaxing in his embrace, you submitted yourself to the pull and let him distract you from the chaos of avatar life.

Your skin flushed with more than the heat of the Egyptian air as he rolled over and pulled you on top, his hands falling to your hips as you rocked against him and elicited a string of Spanish you couldn’t comprehend. Your walls fluttered as his fingers dug into your hips and his eyes began to glow, the power rush flooding through you until your head tipped back with a cry of pleasure.

“That’s it, ven por papi.” Jake moaned as he felt your body tremble around him and your pussy clenched as you recognised the word for ‘daddy’.

“Oh fuck…” You cried when he almost lifted you off the bed as he thrust up and hit the depth that sent you over the edge.

You didn’t even have time to come down from your high before he rolled over and pulled your leg higher over his hip. His silvery, glowing eyes drank in the sight of your blissed out face until he buried himself and shuddered, his eyes slamming shut as he reached his own release and collapsed beside you. His eyes faded back to the dark brown that was almost the perfect match for his hair and he rested only a moment before sliding off the bed.

“Where are you going?” You asked as he grabbed his clothes and started to tug them on.

He buckled the belt on his jeans and leant over the bed to kiss you, his fingers lightly clutching your neck as he pulled you closer and felt the need to climb back in with you. He growled and fought his own desire, pulling away and taking a deep breath knowing he had already indulged too much.

“To kill Ammit.” He said coldly as he turned to the door and paused. “I have to end this.”

If he was expecting you to argue, he had a lot to learn about you because you had seen her power in the fight, and almost lost your life to her. “Good. Then, Jake, when you’re done you come find me.”

His lip curled up into a devilish smile and he gave you a small nod before disappearing out the door. Falling back to the bed, you felt his absence growing as the distance between you increased and knew if you needed you would be able to follow him across the universe blindfolded.

“You should be happy.” Iah huffed as he appeared in the window overlooking the pyramids. “After the mess with Harrow I have been reinstated to godhood.”

“So you get to stay.” You grinned, covering yourself with a sheet as you hopped off the bed. “That’s great.”

“I feared Khonshu would see two moon gods as a threat and have his avatar kill you. I came here to warn you.” He looked around the room and back at you. “I see that was futile.”

“Yeah, I think we are good, I did save Khonshu’s life too.” You grinned. “Not bad for a meatsuit, huh?”

Iah rolled his eyes, a small twitch at his lip the only sign he was starting to enjoy your attitude. “Not bad, but we still have some work to do before you try that again. Get dressed. We start now.”

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[bereft-of-frogs]

friday roundup + a list

I follow a few people who do monthly reading/etc updates and I have always enjoyed reading them and been slightly jealous that I couldn't seem to stick too it, it always felt too overwhelming for the end of the month and I'd put it off, but! idea! combine with my little friday list posts which I'd also stopped doing because I was afraid they were boring so...combo might be interesting enough for me to keep doing them!

reading:

Cabin at the End of the World - Paul Tremblay: I liked this one, especially how, similar to The Pallbearer's Club, you end the novel not really knowing what was real or not and the point is it doesn't matter what was real, only how the characters understood reality.

Bloom - Delilah S Dawson: For book club. It definitely had it's issues (it didn't start off super well), but it was short and captured that fun Hannibal-like energy, where the foreshadowing is super obvious and you're just like noooo nooooooooo girl don't eat it! (I was gratified to get to the acknowledgments and find it was indeed inspired by Hannibal.)

(in progress) Lord of the Rings: Keeping on track with the one-chapter-a-day read through for Lent! We just finished The Two Towers today, onto Return of the King tomorrow.

(in progress) (phone book) Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule: So I'm trying to keep one book going on my phone (a 'phone book' lol) to prevent doomscrolling, and right now I'm rereading the High Republic series and continuing on. I fell behind after Phase 1 ended, but I'd really like to catch back up. Light isn't my favorite of this series and it's not my least favorite -- tbh I stopped reading after Phase 1 because I hated Midnight Horizon that much, I'll be skipping that one on this reread -- I read a review when it first came out that said it felt like the whole novel was inciting incident and I think that's exactly it, it has to do a little bit too much to establish the setting and characters, and never really feels like it gets going. Besides, I tend to like things a little crunchier, so some of the optimism of the start gets kind of grating for me personally. Much prefer the followups and the aftermath, but this isn't bad and it's certainly better than doomscrolling!

(in progress) Notes on an Execution - Danya Kukafka : This is so good. It's so good. I waited a while for the library hold and it was 100% worth the wait, it has that literary fiction style that I really love in my genre fiction on occasion.

watching (tv):

The Bequeathed (Netflix): Didn't live up to my expectations, but that might be on me because I read a review that erroneously called it a 'creature feature' and I was like 'damn, there's going to be a creature, that's crazy, when's the creature showing up??' There was no creature. And the solve to the mystery wasn't that interesting either. Meh.

(in progress) Silo (AppleTV): This show is surprisingly good, as I posted early this week. Like. I heard about it from a true crime podcast ad read, and just kind of watched it because I have a free AppleTV trial and a crush on Rebecca Ferguson. It wasn't meant to actually be good, but...it is??? It's really engaging, and I think shows how much good acting and direction can elevate a script. The ending of the last episode I watched was objectively kind of silly, but it was so well done you felt like it was super serious. Damn though, this is totally going to be the thing that gets me to keep paying for AppleTV because there's going to be another season. Damn. This is how they get you.

watching (film):

Dune Part 1 (2021): I made everyone watch Dune Part 1 in preparation and also it was my birthday and they could not say no. I think my mom made it....15 minutes? but my dad and I had a great time

Dune Part 2 (2024): I was so on top of the IMAX tickets for this, I refreshed that page a hundred times last monday to get the perfect seats in the mid-center and then I did not BUDGE for all 3ish hours of this movie. It was. So good. There was one shot that legit made me feel like I was on a roller coaster. I think I'm going to go see it again next tuesday. It was so good.

video game update: Still stuck on Dead Space. Still stuck on Cult of the Lamb. I'm figuring out how to balance side quests and the main storyline with KOTOR, which is progress, and on my perpetual Fallen Order playthrough I just did the sad Venator side quest and then got to Dathomir for what would have been the first time if I was not always so set on immediately getting the double-bladed lightsaber upgrade.

craft update: I'm two short rows away from being done with the short row section on my sweater vest. Infinity scarf has been derailed because I tangled a skein of yarn so badly it's probably going to take hours to fix it and I need that color to keep going. So. Tabled.

weekend list:

work (boo) - but work has been pretty slow and fridays are my wfh day so the below items will probably partially get done while I'm on the clock

laundry (also boo) / tidy

it's going to rain all day so the secret goal of friday is really just not to leave my house

work on current long wip which, yes, I did end up restarting -- or rather just starting the second draft earlier than I expected. I was going to push through and have a full rough draft before I started the second but it was really rough and I think now that I have 1) the most self-indulgent scenes, 2) all of the 'plot exposition' scenes written it was time to start going in order and straightening out inconsistencies and repetition.

I finally got an HDMI splitter so I can use the PS4 and get un-stuck on Cult of the Lamb (I haven't checked on my cult in so long!!), I just need to reorganize the wires

maybe untangle yarn. maybe. but I think that's going to wait for sunday at the earliest. I need some cooling off time, but once I can look at it without rage, I think it's just a matter of putting on a movie and being patient

go for a run

I hope this is....mildly interesting at least, if not feel free to block the lists tag XD have a good weekend! <3

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Wait a second, what do you mean by Dustale Sans being the horrortale brothers' adopted dog?

I can't find the post where I wrote this.

So, Dune is homeless. He doesn't really care about having a home, he likes being outside and feeds on trashcans like some kind of wild animal.

One day, Oak saw him do it, but before he got to say anything, Dune ran away on all four, and Oak assumed it's just a big hungry dog and felt bad, so he let a plate of food near in case the big dog would come back.

For days, Dune came back, slowly realising he's going to have free food every day there and maybe slowly falling into a routine. Until one day Oak saw him and got really surprised when he saw it's a grown up skeleton who looks a lot like him. Since Dune was still very thin at that time, he pretended he saw nothing and kept feeding him, but tried every day to put the food closer and closer from his home, and eventually inside.

Now, Dune is not stupid and saw it's a trap.

No.

No, really, he went straight for it not even thinking one seconds and then Oak started talking to him and says that since he's already eating his food, he could just come to sit at the table at lunch with him and his brother. Dune refused at first, but Oak didn't give up and kept talking to him day after day, until Dune said yes.

That's how he sat one day between the two brothers, Willow having no idea who the guy is but going with whatever his brother is doing, to have food.

Now Dune is sort of a permanent resident. Sometimes he disappears for three days, sometimes you find him on the couch watching TV. Oak doesn't care as long he is fed and Willow stopped questionning what the fuck a perfect stranger is doing in his house all the time. So yeah, they kinda adopted him. Well, Oak adopted him and Willow is just so confused he accepted it.

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[heejayy]

hi theree, can you write about reader(actress) meets timmy's family for the first time?

Thank you :)))

Meet the parents

Warning • fluff, a lil crack

Genre • ?

Pairing • Timothée Chalamet x Reader

a/n: I hope you like it 💛

“Babe you look fine let’s go before we’re late” you frowned at your boyfriend trying to rush you.

“Timmy, do you think I look a little odd in this? I wanna wear something that impresses them-“

“Nope you look amazing now let’s go!!” Timmy sighed pushing you away from the mirror out the bedroom door.

“But I- Timmy!!”

“You look fine, now please honey hurry up!”

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“God Timmy! I’m sweating in places I’ve never sweat before” he chuckled placing his hand on the small of your back giving it a gentle rub.

“Oh baby you’re going to be fine, plus my parents already love you. They’ve basically watched every film you’ve been in” you chuckle nervously because some of your films were known to be a little—raunchy.

“Alright you ready?” You nodded not really sure. Timmy knocked and waited to hear movement behind the door, it went silent then an excited squeal could be heard right before the door was opened.

“Oh my- oh my goodness” his mother covered her face with tears brimming her eyes.

“My baby! Oh- and look at you, so gorgeous!” She said giddily embracing you in a hug.

“Come on in you came just in time, dinners ready” she took your hand guiding you towards the dining area. You looked back and Timmy hoping he’d help you and all he did was smirk. You were absolutely dying inside hoping she didn’t notice how sweaty your palms are.

You all got settled at the table, you starting a little small talk with his dad and that’s when his mom brought the food out. You offered to help, but she turned you down.

“As my Timmy may have already told you we are huge fans of your work, especially your character Dune! God I can’t wait to see more of you in part two” you smiled bashfully covering your mouth as you sipped on wine.

“you both are so sweet! You’re making me flustered” she smiled at you “she’s so cute Timmy god… when are you two gonna make me even cuter grandkids” she smiled slipping in that last part. Timmy almost choked on his chicken as his mom continued to enjoy her food like nothing happened.

“Mom!”

“What?! It was just a suggestion.” She shrugged defending herself

As the night went on and you all finished dinner you migrated to the living room conversing about some interesting topics ranging from politics to outer space. While he talked to his parents you excused yourself to the ladies room and his mother took that opportunity to gush about you some more.

“Timothée you’ve done well my son. She’s so polite, smart and beautiful” he nodded agreeing.

“She really is amazing mom, I love her.” She smiled in content.

“I’m so sorry to cut this evening short but my manager said I have a audition in the morning” his parents nodded understanding.

“No go it’s alright we’ll have other chances to bond” you all exchanged goodbyes and they walked you to the door.

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You both made back home and settled down. While you were at your vanity applying your nightly skin care Timmy strolled over wearing a goofy smile.

“They really and I mean really like you doll face” you smiled as he wrapped his arms around your neck from behind you.

“I like them too! You’re mom is the sweetest” he smiled kissing your cheek.

“Come on now let’s get to bed” he smirked hopping on the bed.

“No funny business Timmy I have to get up early!” You warned shutting off the light joining him.

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