#and somehow. the smell just doesn't quite go away

[poltoreveur]

Seduction by the Shores

Pairing: Luke Castellan x GN!Reader (implied pussy lol)

Warning: NSFW, set before tlt, smut, PWP, piv, semi-public sex, doing it on the wet ground, dom!Luke to slightly sub!Luke and back to soft dom!Luke, choking, going in raw and creampie (wrap it before you tap it!), slight aftercare.

Word count: 5.3k+ (I got carried away).

A/N: In the wise of SZA, “now I’m ovulating and I need rough sex.” So I'm back again with another fic. Weirdly enough, I reappeared last year just to write a smut fic and leave (oops). I usually have a summary for this, but this is just pure smut.

!Not readproof! I’m too lazy to reread my own writing.

Everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood. Handsome, generous, and kind. Helps out the new kids. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. You’d even love Luke if you didn’t know better. Maybe you did anyway.

But you've always known there's more to him than his charming exterior. You've seen his eyes change like they're hiding something. That shift happens mostly when his father is mentioned, and he tense up. You've tried to avoid him, but he always seems to find you. One night, he caught you by the lake, his eyes kind but troubled. "I'm guessing you're not having a great night."

For all his charm and charisma, Luke Castellan is more than just the beloved golden boy of Camp Half-Blood; he's a human being with a complex inner world, one that's filled with secrets and conflicts. Despite his best efforts to hide it, at times, his inner struggles emerge, leaving you to wonder just how much more there might be to Luke than meets the eye.

You glanced over at him watching him approach you but kept your quiet. Luke sits down next to you, close, but not touching.

Luke looks at you, waiting for a comment or an explanation. The lake is beautiful, shining in the moonlight. It's actually quite a lovely scene, he's not sure why you'd be miserable here. He has this habit of looking at you without actually looking at you, somehow making it feel more personal.

"I could help with that, you know? Make your night a little more fun."

"Don't start with me, Castellan." You simply commented, rolling your eyes as your gaze stayed staring at the lake.

You can't tell if he smiles or not, but he laughs before speaking. It's actually just adorable when his lips curl up. Luke leans closer, not much. Just enough to make you a little anxious.

"How was I starting anything? I was trying to brighten your mood. I bet I could help."

Something comes into his eyes, a darkness.

His voice is still the smiling flirty guy that everyone loves, but his tone changes a little.

"Besides... you look so miserable. I've always been really good at fixing people's moods. It's one of my best qualities."

He leans a little closer than before. Close enough that you can smell the honey, citrus scent coming from his cologne. You're not sure if he does that intentionally, but he's quite close now.

"Come on now, you know you can tell me. Maybe I could put a smile on that pretty little face."

"You could, but I might have to kill you after." That made him smirk. The way he's looking at you... Oh Gods.

"You can try, you know I'd get you right before you got me, though. I'm too quick." He grinned. He was flirting, he always flirted, but there was something else in his eyes. Something darker.

"Come on, what could be so serious?"

“Not gonna talk it out of me, Castellan." You closed your eyes before lying down on the ground. The ground was damp but it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience, finding comfort just lying there.

He smiles and lies down right next to you.

Too close now, too close. You're practically on top of each other but he doesn't pull away.

The grass is very green, the lake is a beautiful dark blue. It's actually quite peaceful here. The air is still but not too cold.

"You're too stubborn sometimes. Why won't you tell me?" His hand brushes her hair absentmindedly. "You can talk to me, even if you don't want to."

"I feel like if someone doesn't want to, they won't talk." You pointed out the obvious, slowly glancing up at him again.

Luke smiles, his hand resting on your head now. He's actually being surprisingly gentle.

His eyes are so hypnotic in this light. His voice grows softer, a hint of that darkness in it still. “I like to make people change their minds. You would talk if I got you into the right mood."

"Not gonna happen."

"Really now?" He leans in just close enough to almost kiss you. He's still smiling, his voice a little bit softer, a little bit more husky.

"You're stubborn." He said, lightly tapping your nose. "I'm stubborn. We can stay like this all night if you want. But I'll stay here to remind you that I care."

Luke pulls back again, smiling at you. He gets a little bit closer though, until his face is mere inches away from yours. He tilts his head at just the right angle to catch the moonlight coming off his blue eyes.

"Think about that." Luke looked into her eyes for a long moment. Then he leaned forward, placing his hand on your head and kissed your forehead.

"Just a reminder."

Luke pulls away and sits up. His hands are resting on his legs now, and he's looking up at the moon.

"What do you think about the sky, you know? The stars. It's quite beautiful. Makes you think about things. Life's so short. Maybe you should do the things you want to do, while you can." Luke chuckles, sitting back down and looking up at the sky. He looks at you for a second, then looks away.

The air is thick with tension. Luke looks at you over his shoulder, with kind of a half smile on his face. His eyes are still that darker colour, but they're softer now. You're not sure why it's so tempting to lay your head on his shoulder.

"The sky is beautiful. You know, most demigods think of it as a symbol of the gods, right? But I've always thought of it as... freedom. I mean, who cares what the gods think?" He said, looking back at you.

"The sky makes me feel free. I'll look at it sometimes when I'm feeling trapped, you know." He glances back at you, expecting an input.

"You think the gods are looking down at us from the sky?"

He laughs a bit, turning back to the sky and looking at it.

"I don't know, maybe? But even so, why should we care if they are or not? I don't get what all the fuss is about the gods, why do so many people at camp obsess over their opinions so much? They're just like any other person, except they have a little more power. They don't really care about us, if they did, then we wouldn't be the ones doing all the important stuff."

“I mean, they say that Jesus is always looking down on us, do you think they meant the sky?”

He laughs again, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"You're really not going to let me distract you from whatever's bothering you, are you? Even when I'm trying really hard." There's another hint of that darkness in his eyes.

"I don't want to think about it, I just wanna lay down and have a relaxing moment to myself, but I'd rather it not be on this damp ground." He knows how stubborn you are. Instead, he smiled and scooted closer.

He's so close to you now, his body is close to yours and he can feel your breath. He just stares up at the sky.

"Where else?" He looks into your eyes. He's enjoying this. You’re falling for this. He smiles. "The lake sounds pretty lovely to me."

"It's wet here."

The darkness in his eyes is getting stronger. His voice is growing husky again, the way you like it.

He can’t help it, Luke leans closer again. He wants the intimacy between you. There is a subtle change in his eyes. He stares at you, and now his hand is brushing your leg.

His voice is low and rough and seductive. “The lake is fine. I prefer it, even. It’s the perfect place for us.”

A hint of a smirk rises from his lip. He knows how much he affects you. You both know exactly what he’s trying to do, and you both want to do it, but he will not let you think you have any control over this situation, he’s always in control.

He leans towards you again, his hand moving further up your leg.

"Castellan." His name came out of your lips like a warning but you said it softly enough for him.

The smirk slowly rises on his lip, and he whispers.

"What, love?" His hand keeps creeping up your leg, his voice sounding almost like a growl. It's such a change from the charming guy you know, and it's so tempting, yet so unsettling. He stares at you, waiting for a response, waiting to see what you'll do.

You can almost feel the dark energy coming off him. His presence is just so dominating right now, he wants this. He is getting closer and closer until he's practically lying on top of you. He's not looking at you anymore, he's just looking down at his hand which is resting just below your thigh. It is not moving up, but you can feel the tension.

He leans up, his eyes searching yours. You can tell that he wants something more than just a little flirting. He wants to see how far he can take this. Luke's hands are going up even higher, brushing her thighs now. He's so close now, you can feel his breath brushing your neck.

The tension builds more and more. He is so close to just taking you right here. You can feel him starting to move his hands to the sides of your back, to the small of your back. He wants this, and he can't help but try. The darkness in his eyes is getting more potent, as his breathing gets heavier and heavier.

He leans in closer, his mouth less than a few inches away from your neck. You can feel his breath. He's waiting. That anticipation, that temptation, is just so intoxicating and it's making him crazy.

The darkness of his eyes fades away as he finally makes a move. His lips come closer, so close, until they just touch, making a soft clicking sound. His eyes close, and his lips finally meet yours, his lips opening slightly to let the kiss linger longer until he pulls back and leans towards your ear.

It was such a soft kiss, nothing more than his lips barely grazing yours. But the heat between them builds when his eyes reopen. He pulls away just barely speaking.

"Castellan."

Your voice is so low, so quiet, and yet so alluring. Luke’s breathing starts to speed up, and his grin gets wider.

He looks down at her with the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen. His voice is low. "Luke." He corrected.

You only called him by his first name, whenever you’re gonna or when you’re doing it. He was certain you’ve been deliberately conditioning him with it.

Luke's movements slow, his body unweights your body.

His eyes are dark. A little bit too dark. He seems less sure of himself now. Still, Luke's hand is sliding up your thigh. Closer to what he wants.

He's so close to you now. He's moving his hand up and down your leg. Slowly. Almost teasingly. His voice is barely a whisper.

He quickly took the initiative by kissing you aggressively. But somehow your hands making their way to the back of his neck and into his hair.

His tongue flicks into your mouth as his hands grip your thighs, he squeezes tighter. Luke’s breath comes out in short little moans.

Luke is on a whole different level now. He's enjoying this more and more. His eyes are closed as he kisses you deeper. His hands move further up your thighs. This is going exactly how he wanted it to. He's got you completely trapped and submissive at this point and he knows it. He opens one eye and looks at you.

"Do you want me?" He asks, his voice dark and smooth. He's holding himself just on the edge. Right where he wants to be. He stares into her deep sapphire eyes, waiting for an answer. It's a dark question, but he wants to hear it from you.

You simply smirk at his question. You knew that he wanted you to say it, your admission is everything to him. But you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction as you pulled him closer and just started kissing him again, slowly, biting down on his lower lip.

He groans and then laughs quietly. You weren’t giving him the words he wanted to hear. That was fine. He was going to make you say it.

He kisses you back, harder, faster. His hands are moving under your shirt, tracing the curves of your back and waist.

Luke leans back, his forehead leaning on you. Your breaths are coming faster and faster. Your lips touch when you kiss. He is in complete control over you right now, and he likes that. "You want me? Say it."

"I'm not giving you that power." Your hands travelled down his shirt and slowly went underneath it, feeling the tone of his abs.

His body is still now, but you can feel his muscles tensing as you move your hands.

It's like you're pressing switches that turn a machine on. A low groan escapes his mouth, as his breath quickens again. His eyes close tight as he tries to resist the urge.

His breath hitches in his throat, but you probably doesn't notice that for a moment. His eyes snap open when he can't fight it and he stares at you, waiting for you to admit it.

He's the only person at camp who actually has this level of control. He pushes you back down, his hands going down to your waist now. His breath is almost like a growl at this point. It's pure pleasure to hear that he still has complete control over uou. His voice is soft in your ear now. "Please."

You chuckled and moved down to his neck to kiss it.

Luke tenses again. His neck is his weakness.

He always liked to be in control, and his neck feels like it gives him away. He likes that you found this. "Please." His voice is low but pleading. They both know that he is very much begging you to say it now as his neck is being kissed aggressively.

Luke gasps as you continue trailing kisses down his neck. He tenses again. His breath is heavy in his throat.

The sound alone is like music to your ears. His hands are still at your waist, squeezing a little harder. He likes the feeling of you pulling at his shirt, but he tries to still keep himself on. "Please." His voice had the sound of urgency, almost begging now as his eyes dart to yours.

"I like it when you beg."

That wasn’t exactly what he wanted you to say but his body responds to your voice. His breath catches in his throat again and he arches back against your body. His eyes roll back and another low groan escapes his lips. One of his hands moves up to your neck as he pins you down against him, and starts dragging his hand down your back.

"You'll have to earn that," you purred, licking a trail along his neck that made his gut twist taut.

Luke's body moves away from you. His breath comes out in short but heavy breaths, he arches his back and lets out a deep grunt of pleasure. "I can earn it." He pushes you back down now.

He is taking control again. He kisses your neck passionately, his lips against your neck, his breath almost like a growling moan against your skin. He is moving slowly around your neck now as if he's exploring.

He positioned himself between your thighs. One hand supported your back, while the other fumbled to unclasp his belt.

It was difficult to recall how he'd ever got aroused before you came along. The way you both demanded and begged all at once sent his brain spinning.

Luke's hand is fumbling with his belt, it's not coming undone though. Like him, he's lost control. He's lost control over you, over himself, he never loses control. Maybe that is why he's enjoying this so much. Your presence and your kisses have turned him completely into someone else, someone whose only thoughts are pleasure. He leans forward again, kissing your neck passionately yet again. His breath is coming fast but heavy now. He's completely and utterly obsessed with the feeling.

You smirk before your hand slowly starts to help him undo his belt as well as unbutton his pants.

His head arches back slightly and he lets out a low groan again. "Yes..." He whispers softly. His breath is heavy in his throat. He takes a look down and is startled to see she is helping him undo his belt. Now he is almost completely submissive to you. You’re the one in charge now, completely at your whim. All he wants is you.

"Say please," you whispered, nipping his lower lip as he pulled your pants hastily down to your ankles, impatient as he is, he moved your soaked underwear to the side. “I like it when you ask nicely."

Luke is almost embarrassed. He has never been this submissive before. He always thought he’d be in complete control at all times. But you had to take control away from him and he doesn’t even mind. “Please…” His voice is soft, begging for you now. He looks down at you now, wanting you to reply. He wants to give up all control to you. All he wants now is your eternal pleasure.

You simpered before kissing him, your tongue eagerly seeking his.

You swallowed his moan as he hurried to himself free from the restraints of his boxers. He couldn’t wait anymore, he pushed himself into you. Tight, hot, and quivering as he gave you everything he had. He loosely wrapped his fingers around your throat, and you whined against his mouth, my head tilting back as my eyes fluttered shut. He tightened his grip, your own hands scrambling at his waist to encourage him deeper.

This is more pleasure than he has ever felt. The feeling of being completely submissive is a thrill that he had never felt before. He loves being at the complete mercy of someone else. Luke pulls you closer to him, arching his back again and letting out low grunts into your mouth. He holds your neck and he pulls back, looking down at you. His breath is heavy in your ear, his eyes closed tight. “You have… complete control.”

He was completely lost now. All he could hear was her begging now. All of his focus was on you now, he was consumed by you. Your hands around his waist, his mouth kissing yours passionately, your bodies moving in perfect sync with each other. His breathing grew heavier as the pace grew faster. His hand tightened on your throat, as if by instinct, but still gentle.

Luke’s breathing was heavy, his body tense and quivering. His breath was all he could hear now. Every time he moved forward, you moved her body and his would follow, and vice versa. You both lost yourselves more and more in a world where nothing mattered but you and the feeling you could give him. His breath caught in his throat, it came out in moans of pleasure. His hand was tight around your neck, but you could feel the soft grip of it.

You close your eyes in the pleasure of everything.

Everything around you felt a little fuzzy even your vision as you threw your head back while still trying to keep your hands on his waist, but you didn’t think you could hold on much longer as you gripped on his way, slowly started to falter.

The pace was getting faster now. His breath was coming faster and heavier now. “Hey, stay with me…” He whispered. It was so close. He was so close.

His body shakes uncontrollably. Every nerve in his body was tingling with pleasure. His grip on your neck tightened slightly as you moved faster and faster. His breath was coming out in short little exhales. His eyes are closed tight, his whole body quivering. All he can hear is your breath and soft moans, which are getting louder now.

He is so close, but he doesn’t want to finish right now. He wants to drag it out for you. He wants you to experience more of this. His grip tightens again, but still gently. His breathing is coming out in short little gasps now. Every fibre of Luke’s being was consumed with you and this pleasure.

You keep going, your bodies moving together, the pace has reached its peak now. His breath is short and loud now, his grip is tighter on you but not harsh.

He pulled you closer by your waist with one arm, maintaining his grip on your neck with the other, aligning me to accommodate all of him. With each thrust, I bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as his whole body tensed and his breath caught in his throat. His body shudders, and his entire body shakes with the pleasure. His hand is now tight around your neck, as he hits the peak of pleasure now. His breathing comes out in the slightest groan of satisfaction as your bodies combine together in one last movement.

Luke is shaking by this point. His breathing is deep now and his whole body is a quivering mess. Your touch is the most intense feeling he’s ever had. The pace was steady now and the feeling had only gotten more intense. The feeling of your hands around his waist, as you move with him. Your eyes looking into him. His body is twitching and tense, his breath is sharp and loud now. He can almost feel what you’re feeling as you move together.

“Luke, I’m—“

“Don’t stop.” He whispered in your ear. He was so close. His whole body was tense and she could feel the vibrations of his breath. Your touch was all he was thinking about now. He was in complete control for the first time in a long time. He was in complete control of your pleasure. Your breathing became louder, and he knew you were close to your climax too. You could feel the vibrations of his breath as you got closer and closer.

Luke’s body is shaking uncontrollably now. The grip around your neck is the tightest it’s been all night, but still gentle. His breath is coming out in loud sharp gasps now, his body twitching like crazy. Your body is twitching with his, the both of you moving at your own pace.

His grip is tightening even more as he feels the buildup of energy in her body. His breathing is like a growl now. He has completely lost control again, you were the one in control. You were the one making the pace. Now he just wants to hear you finally call out to him, call out to him that you’re almost there. Your body is the only one he feels now. You, your breathing, your motions. You are all he feels. He wants you to let go of it all, he wants you to call to him. He could feel you getting closer and closer.

“I swear to the Gods, Luke. I’m gonna—“ You finally mumbled his name again, but it came out breathless as you tried to hold onto him. You were practically clinging onto him for dear life. He could feel you clenching inside around him. Which almost made him lose control, he would’ve given up at that very moment if it wasn’t for your voice grounding him.

Your voice is like music to his ears. It’s all he wanted to hear. He was holding on to you tightly as the both of you were so close to the end. You calling out to him sends waves through his body, but he is losing even more control of himself. Your calling out to him only sends him further into the pleasure. His grip around your neck tightens even more, as he pulls you closer, his forehead coming to rest on yours.

Both of you are extremely close and are moving together at the same pace. He can feel your breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. You both move together like there is only one body moving. You both have reached your peak now and are moving like machines now. The pace is too much, you calling out to him is too much.

Your breathing is his breath. Your heartbeat is his heartbeat. The pace has built to its peak and it’s pushing you both to the end. Luke is so close to the end now, he is feeling what you’re feeling. You both finally are at the absolute peak of pleasure. You both reach their finale simultaneously. Your bodies shake uncontrollably and his grip is the tightest it has been all night as he lets everything out at once.

He came inside of you, his groaning was the only warning as you felt him shoot up his release.

He nuzzled right up against you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He was still slowly thrusting inside, just warm white liquid started spilling out of you.

Both of their breathing settles down and their bodies relax. Luke is out of his trance now, his breathing is coming out heavy but no longer is it an animalistic growl. He’s calm now, but satisfied. The whole night had been a thrill for him. It was exactly what he wanted: someone to take complete control of him, which he didn’t even know he wanted. His grip around your neck loosens and he pulls away from you.

Luke finally finds himself again. He is looking right into her eyes and his voice is low but soft. He is looking right into her eyes and he gives a small grin. “It’s okay, I got you.” He mumbles, nuzzling his head right into her neck. “Don’t worry.”

He kisses your neck softly again, but his breathing is normal now. He isn’t losing control anymore. He was now just content with your presence. He snuggles closer to you, his voice is soft and the glow of his eyes is different than before. He is relaxed, calm, and content.

“Are you alright?” Luke thought he might’ve been too hard with the choking earlier, but based on your expression, he didn’t really have anything much to worry about.

Luke was content. His body movements were slow and smooth now. He had complete control of himself now. The pace of his thrusts had slowed down but he was still inside of you. His breath was still heavy, but not because it was intense pleasure anymore. It’s just because it was comfortable. The glow in his eyes was not the same as before, his eyes were full of content and pleasure. Instead of intense pleasure, it was more like satisfaction now. His hand was still tight around your waist, and he brought his other hand up to your hand, squeezing it softly.

Luke’s breaths were coming out in slow grunts and he was keeping a pace with no intensity to it whatsoever. It felt more like he was moving in slow motion. The two of you were finally just moving together now as if you were one single person. Neither of you were looking at anything else. Nothing else mattered in this moment but this pleasure you finally felt with each other.

“I’m okay.”

It was as if his body was just flowing smoothly with you. His hand is still tight at your waist and your hand is still holding him tightly. The feeling was a complete mix of pure bliss and complete pleasure. The two of you were enjoying each other’s touch so much that nothing else mattered at all. You were just locked together, moving in an endless rhythm now.

You were still letting out heavy breaths in mere seconds, one after the other. “This is disgusting.” You motioned to the wet damp ground that you both were lying on.

He laughs at you. You both were pretty disgusting. But it’s also somewhat funny that he didn’t care, your whole bodies are soaked and sticky. Luke’s laughs are soft and low now. He lifts up one of his hands to wipe the sweat off of his brow. He looks over at the ground and laughs again as he looks back at you. He lowered himself as he planted a kiss on your forehead, his hands slowly grazing upon your cheek.

“Look at us.” He laughs silently, keeping his voice low. He chuckles a little bit, the two of you are such a mess right now.

Luke laughs a little bit more, it’s funny to him how much of a mess they both are. The ground is totally soaked and sticky as is your body and his. You both are completely covered in your own bodily fluids. It’s quite the scene to take in all at once.

Luke’s laughter dies down slightly, though it’s still somewhat there as he just chuckles at the whole situation. He looks over at you and smiles a small and soft smile at you. He shakes his head slightly, just still finding it funny. The whole scene is just utterly ridiculous and disgusting.

“You think they’ll notice us missing and coming back all sweaty and disgusting?”

He laughs again slightly and his body shakes in amusement. The thought of them both coming back to camp in this state is a funny thought to him. The two of you are covered in your own sweat and fluids, it’s not exactly a pretty sight of the two of you. So much so, that people will notice at first glance.

“Let’s wash up a little by the lake.”

He nods his head. He doesn’t even really feel that sore right now. You really were covered in so much sweat and fluids. The thought of even being around other people makes him feel awkward. Your suggestion is good though, a good old rinse-off is just what you both need right now. He pulls you off of him and sat up.

“Pull up your pants, Castellan,” I commented, looking down at him as I sat up straight, brushing off the debris on my clothes.

He is still lying at your feet. He shakes his head and he nods you off of him. He stands up slowly and he laughs at your comment. His pants actually fell down further and they are hanging around his ankles. He pulls them up and zips them up.

You were being direct, and it cracked him up a little. He is completely covered in yours and now his own juices.

“I feel sticky.”

“You think you feel sticky?” He laughs again and shakes his head. He grabs your hand and he pulls you up off of the floor and holds you close to him. He takes a quick glance around at the surroundings before looking right back at you.

“Let’s find a place where we can wash off.” He says with a smirk on his face. His body is a hot mess and he can feel every bit of it. He didn’t even believe they could get this dirty, but they did. So you need to get cleaned up now, especially before any of the other campers notice the two of you. That would be absolutely horrific.

“Nobody can find out.”

He chuckles again and he nods his head. You were absolutely right about that. Nobody can find out about this, it would be so embarrassing. You both would go down in history as a complete disgrace if anyone found out.

“God, we’re so nasty.” He muttered, leading the way towards the lake.

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No bc I’ve been thinking about omega verse 141 and I want to know every single thought you have rattling around in ur beautiful head. I’m on my hands and knees begging 💕💕

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Three: Interest)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Omega discrimination, Slow burn

Masterlist

Things are...different after you get back from the mission where your heat broke

Price has sworn the team to secrecy, but it doesn't do much good, because your designation gets revealed pretty quickly

You're told by the base medic that you are forbidden from continuing the suppressants who have been using, because of their extremely toxic side-effects. The same medic mandates you for a 3 month long detox period to completely flush the suppressants from your body before you can continue a more prescribed set

You're furious about it, but recognize that if you continue to hide your designation the way you've been doing, it could last with some very very negative side-effects, and you aren't exactly keen on having your comrades assist you through a heat again

Not because they weren't...good...but because it's just so damn fucking awkward. How the hell are you supposed to ask your COs to fuck you through a heat? Fuck. That.

Without your suppressants, you're forced to walk around base blaring your scent to anyone who passes by. It causes quite a stir, considering everyone thought you'd been a beta up until that point

It also means that you get a number of unwanted advances from those interested in an unclaimed omega. You manage to brush them off and chase them away for the most part, up until you don't

You get cornered after training by a group of soldiers who pick at you for hiding your designation, for being unclaimed, for being an omega

You feel your heart thump up your chest, trying to find a way to dart past them when a huge, looming shadow falls over you all

Ghost stares down at the group like they're insects. Displeasure and contempt written clear across his face. He barely needs to speak before the group is scampering off with tails tucked between their legs

Ghost doesn't advance where they have left space, merely nods at you and continues on his way

It's...startling and relieving all at once, and you realize quickly that the team is more than happy to provide scary guard dog privileges when you need them

It's Soap who tries to bridge the gap first. Soap offers advice about navigating as an omega, and even though he's claimed you find it's helpful to have a friend

That's the other thing though. You realize Soap is constantly sporting a healthy amount of alpha scent marking from not one but two alphas. It takes a bit to wrap your head around, but you suppose it makes sense with how close they all are

You ignore the tug in your stomach that wishes you had that too

Somehow the group has taken a liking to you, and at first you think it's purely sexual based off them helping you through your abrupt heat

Yet there's offerings to help you get adjusted. A pillowcase left in your locker that smells like one of them, one of them gently bumping you in the hallway to rub a dose of scent on you, getting used to sitting with one of them during meals to chase away unwanted courters

It's nice, you admit. You enjoy their company. Soap is lively and playful, Gaz is sweet and has wry humor that makes you smile. It's uncommon for you to eat with Price, but when you do there's a comfortable mentorship there that has your shoulders go a little lax in relief

Ghost is known to occasionally join you all, but you know the lieutenant prefers to eat in the privacy of his room. He makes up for it in other ways, looms behind you when you're facing down another group of alphas who have taken an interest in you, checking in on you from afar. Silent but present. Watching.

You find yourself slowly developing friendships with them all, smiling when you see them, opening up to them and realizing maybe there's more to their advances than you originally guessed

You think perhaps they want you too

#poly 141 x reader #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #omegaverse tf 141 #omegaverse cod #omegaverse dynamics #omegaverse #drabbles #headcanons

[beeing1alive]

Cute headcanons with Tokyo Revengers boys P.1

f.t.: Mikey (Manjirō Sanō); Draken (Ken Ryūgūji); Mitsuya (Takashi Mitsuya); Chifuyu (Chifuyu Matsuno); Baji (Keisuke Baji); Takemichi (Takemichi Hanagaki); Angry (Souya Kawata), Smiley (Nahoya Kawata); Hakkai (Hakkai Shiba); Kazutora (Kazutora Hanemija), Koko (Hajime Kokonoi); Inupi (Inui Seishu); Hanma (Shuji Hanma)

Mikey clings tightly to you when he sleeps and cuddles. 1. because he gets cold quickly in his sleep and 2. because there are moments, when he hates himself so much that he thinks you'll leave him if he doesn't. He thinks that you would leave and that he will end up alone.

Draken sends you several messages throughout the day in which he either reminds you to eat, drink and sleep enough or that he loves and values you above all else. Most of the time the messages aren't really long, but it's enough to make you smile every time.

Mitsuya also makes you a bento every morning when he makes one for himself and his sisters, just to put it on your table before the main break. He thinks it's so cute how your eyes sparkle when you find your favourite food, but doesn't have the courage to look at your adorable expression for more than two seconds.

Chifuyu is extremely worried when you don't come to school, even if you just have to go to an appointment or something like that. He always thinks that you're lying in bed at home, terminally ill, and that you're feeling terrible. Sometimes he skips school to look after you straight away and if he doesn't, he goes to see you as soon as possible after school.

Baji can't handle seeing you cry. He just can't. Every time you start crying, he feels like something inside him is breaking. The thought that he might be the one making you so unhappy spreads through him extremely quickly the moment he sees the first tear. However, when they tell him that someone else has made you cry, he comforts you first and then disappears as quickly as he can. I think we all know why the mean person somehow stops coming to class from then on.

Takemichi cried during your first kiss. He cries quite often for different things, but it just made him cry with joy. How close you were to him, how soft your lips felt on his and how perfectly you fit in his arms. How could he not start crying?

Angry loves the way you smell. Of course he likes your perfume, but your natural body odour smells a thousand times better to him. He's far too shy to do it in public, but when you're alone he likes to put his head in the crook of your neck because that's where your body smell is strongest. He would kill for it

Smiley, unlike his brother, is not at all afraid of showing affection in public. Whenever he can, he literally sticks to you. Whether he's holding your hand, putting an arm around you or hugging you from behind. Sometimes he just comes up behind you when you're talking to someone and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

Hakkai talks quietly in his sleep. He usually talks about trivial things or tells you about his day. It may sound confusing, but after practising a few times you understand what he is mumbling to himself. The first time you noticed it was when you spent the night at his place and you went to bed, but he suddenly started talking in a drunken stupor. He is such a shy soul and usually he is the one who listens while you talk and he loves to listen to you, but in his sleep he always starts talking non-stop. How ironic…

Kazutora keeps writing you letters. He got into the habit when he was in juvenile jail. He sent you countless letters and you answered him as quickly as you could. You gave him therapy from afar and he was able to tell you about all his worries and problems. You made plans for the time when he got out again. That was one of the few things that kept him alive.

Koko can't help but take you to every one of his business dinners and show you off excessively. He buys you the most expensive dresses and simply takes you with him as his mental support. He has one arm around your waist the whole time as if you were a trophy.

Inupi can't fall asleep without you. He makes sure he spends every night close to you and therefore always comes home on time. When you're not by his side, he feels so lonely, almost empty. As if every happy memory around him has completely disappeared.

Hanma cannot stand arguing with you. It feels like he's pushing away the only person he's ever loved and who has ever loved him for who he is. He was never loved by anyone for who he was and so he just couldn't bear to see you go. Although he teases you all the time, he deliberately avoids arguments with you so as not to give you a reason to turn your back on him.

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I hope you liked it, If yes, here ist P.2

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[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a joke. they were supposed to be in steve’s backyard with all their friends and family in shitty lawn chairs, holding cans of budweiser and jamming to whatever song eddie was in the mood for that day blasting through the speakers. steve was supposed to be in front of them all in a tuxedo t-shirt and powder blue dress pants, flowers in his hair that had been teased to high heaven and dark black sunglasses to keep out the bright sun. that’s how they had planned it all those years ago when they’d been high and drunk and young and in love.

but somehow instead, the yard is full of flowers and benches that hopper and wayne put together with spare wood for everyone to sit on and there’s an archway at the end of the aisle and soft acoustic songs spilling gently out of the speakers. steve’s still at the front, that was always supposed to happen, but this time he’s wearing an actual tux, light cream with a boutonnière and everything, and his hair is pushed back just so. there’s no flowers in his hair and no sunglasses but it’s cloudy enough of a day where he doesn’t really need them anyway.

they weren't even supposed to do this. there wasn't supposed to be a grand entrance and a walk down the aisle, no flower girls or ring bearers or anything remotely traditional. but what started off as, "well, i wouldn't mind walking down the aisle," and "i think exchanging rings would be cool," and "who cares if it isn't legal, i'm going to marry you anyway damnit," turned into this beautiful day of friends and family and love.

robin’s standing beside him in a tux of her own, pinstripe grey donning a pocket boutonnière that matches nancy’s bouquet, with a few notecards in her hands. and speaking of nancy, she’s heading down the aisle in a flowing dress, and when her eyes catch robin’s, she crinkles her nose before blowing her a kiss. she stands opposite of steve as eddie's not-quite-bridesmaid and grips her bouquet tightly, her eyes never leaving robin's.

and then there's dustin. he's in a tux that matches steve's and he has his curls pushed back with probably too much gel and a tie that suzie got him for their 3rd anniversary. the best thing he's sporting, though, is the smile on his face and the ring box in his hand and the joy in his eyes as he looks out at the crowd. having him there as best man and smelling the cheap cologne he wears so he seems more grown up calms steve's ever beating heart enough to where he doesn't think he'll throw up from nerves anymore.

all of their loved ones are surrounding them in clothes steve’s never seen before but he couldn’t care at all what they’re wearing because they’re all smiling wide and bright at him. he catches himself rocking back and forth on his feet so he shakes out his hands and holds them behind his back to distract himself. his stomach is rolling with waves or butterflies and when he catches joyce's eye in the front row, she mimes taking in a deep breath which he instantly copies. the soft grin she sends in return tells him that he thinks it could actually work to settle him. mothers have that healing way about them.

he’s never been good with weddings, always fidgeting in a too tight suit his mom picked out, but he never thought he’d be this antsy at his own.

steve's just about to give up and sprint down the aisle to get eddie so they can run away together and leave nerves and or butterflies behind him, but then the music stops. he sees lucas changing out the tapes quickly, giving a thumbs up to mike who throws one to will who runs back behind the shed to where he knows eddie is waiting and when will pops his head back out to run back to his seat, it hits him.

he's getting married.

steve doesn't have time to think about it anymore than he already has been for the last 8 years because eddie's coming around the corner of the shed.

'here comes the sun' is playing out over the speakers, soft and perfect, and eddie's smiling, wide and beautiful, and steve can't help but mirror it back to him. the clouds overhead seem to hear them, hear the song and hear their hearts beating in time with each other, because as soon as eddie gets to the aisle, bright warm rays of sunlight peak out and make the rhinestones he demanded line the lapels of his own black tux shine like real diamonds.

steve stops breathing. he swears he does, and he knows his family are all feeling the same way. he can hear a few gasps, hears joyce muttering what she thinks is a silent, "oh my god," in hop's ear, and watches how wayne stands up just a bit straighter from his front row seat.

eddie glides down the aisle like the drama king he is, soaking in the looks from everyone they care about and soaking in the sun that seems to come out only for him. it's like the sun knows he's a star, too, and wants to come out to be with one of it's own. eddie's always been sunshine and starlight and a blinding thing to look at and take in. he's the light, steve's the moth, and a few clouds on their wedding day could never change it.

"well, that was insanely good timing," eddie whispers to steve once he reaches him. his grin softens and he brings up a hand to wipe gently at the tear tracks on steve's cheeks. "hi, baby."

and steve can do nothing but choke out a laugh, catching eddie's hand in his own so he press a kiss to his palm. he thinks he can feel eddie's heartbeat against his lips and, even if it's his brain playing tricks on him, he likes the sentiment that it brings. "i love you so fucking much."

it's eddie's turn to get teary-eyed and the sun glints off the tears that fall down his cheek before heading back behind the clouds, dotting quick-to-fade sparkles on his face like a wedding present.

steve kisses him. he can't help it. it's nothing but a fast press of lips, watery smile to watery smile, and everyone is cheering except for robin.

"hey! it's not time for that yet," she says with a pretend scowl, arms pressing to each of their chests to keep them apart. it's enough to leave nancy giggling where she stands behind eddie, her laugh like bells bouncing off of the trees surrounding them. "just give me like ten minutes and we'll have you married and you can kiss all you want then."

steve swears he can hear mike groan at that which cause him to grin which cause eddie to grin back and then they're holding hands like it's the only way to get through the next ten minutes. and it might just be the only way to get through it. knowing them, if they didn't hold on tight, one of them would make a move first and there'd be hands around waists and fingers tangled in hair and robin would hate them forever because she wouldn't get to do her speech.

it's after vows are shared, after rings are on fingers, after kisses are pressed to lips and cheeks and temples and hands and everything else they can quickly reach, that the two of them get some peace. everyone is inside eating snacks and drinking cheap champagne, and it goes unspoken that they're going to take some time for themselves. take some time to bask in their new maybe not-so-legally real but as real as could ever be in their hearts marriage.

they make their way, hand in hand like they've always been meant to do, to a table set up for them. eddie pops a bottle of champagne that they pass back and forth between themselves as they share cheesy smiles and champagne-laced kisses. and it's as they look into each other's eyes, fingers lacing so their rings clink softly against each other, that the sun peaks out to say hello once more.

#hi so this is the post from that poll i had going around for a bit #my friend got married last wekend and it was super cloudy but as soon she she came out to walk do the aisle to hear comes the sun #the sun came out and shone only on her i'm not even fucking joking #literally not a dry eye in the house when it happened #her now husband was like bent over crying it was so sweet #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #oh ps happy pride month to steddie

[winterarmyy]

Must Be Fate

Prequel to And You're Mine. This is the story of how Y/N first met her cute, chubby alpha!bucky.

Summary: Y/N has been crossing paths with this particularly sweet alpha all day long; this must be fate right?

Note: There was a mention of this event in 《 And You're Mine 》 so, it's only canon for me to write it.

Pairing: chubby alpha!bucky x omega!female!reader

Words: 4.2k++

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics. fluffy stuff. sort of fated mate themed because... love at first scent(?). instant love. the reader was just smitten without even knowing bucky's name, alpine making her appearance, 99.9% reader's pov because she's the one who fell in love and remembers him. Dialogue? almost little to none (I AM SO SORRY FOR THAT). And I little shout out to one of my favourite book.

P/S: Been busy these few days, i just graduated my bachelor's degree, then went through the whole job hunting process and somehow managed to land an offer (in another state btw), then went on a stressful house hunting journey and managed to get decent place. Yknow, all those "adulting" stuff (that i am not ready to face). But yeah, here's a little something from my wip that I managed to finish. Happy reading! 🤍

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Y/N herself might not notice it, but she had been stealing glances through the pretense of the book she was supposed to be reading for quite some time now. Not that she wanted to be distracted anyway; she was rather enjoying her current read, especially the banter between main characters, Liesel and Rudy.

Yet for some reason, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the particular alpha sitting on the park bench, right across from her.

It seemed that the man was also distracted with his own personal dilemma as his thoughts were lost within the arrangement of peonies in his hand. There was this deep frown decorating his features yet his eyes translates a different type of emotion. More gloomy, more somber. And Y/N knew exactly why.

She never meant to follow Bucky around, in fact, she didn’t. It just happened that his paths were fated to intertwined with hers; and it all started that afternoon.

The bus was packed full, albeit it was Saturday, but thankfully she managed to find herself a seat.

Since Y/N was getting closer to her heat, in about a week or so, and her scent blockers were nearly out. She just got back from a nearby clinic to restock and now she had a full day for herself.

The thing about her pre-heat condition is that she was fortunate to not experience the normally unpleasant symptoms like any omega would; she doesn't get irritated easily and she didn't have to go through those random aches and fever.

However, she had a particular symptom that differs from the other omega; which involve the irregular increase of her scent.

During pre-heat and all throughout the actual heat, Y/N’s scent tripled the amount of a normal omega in heat. And since, she refused to take suppressants, the doctor prescribed her with a high dosage of scent blockers instead; to mask her scent completely during pre-heat.

Besides her own scent thickens and heighten, her sense of smell was also affected. It will become so senstive that she can smell everything and everyone, all at the same time.

Unfortunately for her, there weren’t any medication to combat that issue and the only solution she could do was wearing a mask to lessen affect of other people’s scents. But of course, the mask can only do so much especially when she was in a tight confinement of a bus with – what feels like – 2000 people crammed into it.

Too many potent scents coming from every direction, that her head spun into nausea.

Sure, she might be a little bit exaggerating about the amount of people in the bus, but it felt awfully like it when the bus stopped in every bus stop in its route; she can physically feel the inertia of the force pushing her to lean forward.

Thank god, she was sitting down; she managed to hold on the seat in front of her for support. Often times she would whisper her apologies to the man sitting in front for the sudden push of her hand, And most times he only nodded without looking back.

But at one of those stops, unfortunately, the teenager standing next to her bumped his head right onto the metal pole. Poor thing quickly scurried out of the bus in pain and embarrassment.

The density of people became lesser at that stop, but not enough to empty any seat in the bus. Though it worked well for her that most of the strong scents were fading into a much more bearable capacity for her to endure.

While streams of people exited the bus, only one came aboard; a sweet old lady. The moment Y/N saw her, she was already thinking of giving up her seat, but the man sitting in front of her beat her to it as he swiftly stood on his feet and help the old lady to his seat.

The old lady gushed and thanked the man, dearly patted his cheeks like any grandmother would do to their grandchildren.

And in that brief moment of time, when he moved, Y/N picked up a particularly sweet scent trailing behind him and when he came back, it hits her like a train. At first, she can sense some sort of floral; roses and jasmine but with time the smoky sandalwood and spicy cinnamon seeped through. The combination of sweet and woody notes made such a warm and captivating scent.

She never knew an alpha can smell this good.

Her eyes fluttered close as the alluring scent flooded her brain, letting his scent creates the dreamy images of his fingers lacing between hers as they walk in the rain, or him cuddling her in the heat of the fireplace during the winter, or his body trapping her by the back as she takes his huge delicious kno—whoa.

That was way too vivid and a tad too far.

She was so enthralled by his scent that she forgot to even look at the man’s face. And a mistake it was for her to take a peek because he is absolutely gorgeous. The brown locks on his head was neat and clean that she just wanted to make a mess out of it. His eyes were pretty in steel-blue and his plush lips was simply a sin to look at.

Though some would argue about the lack of shape in his jawline, the same one that was hidden between his chin; she didn’t care at all, rather she was particularly fond of the softness on his chubby cheeks. Shaved so clean and smooth that she couldn't find a single razor cut on his skin.

They look so cute and kissable. She want to kiss his cheeks, his lips, and every part of his ridiculously handsome face. She wanted kiss him so badly.

And those intrusive thoughts made her almost missed her stop.

Y/N panicked when she scurried out of the bus that she didn't even thought to ask him for his name or number; anything.

But then again, she wasn't the type to be so bold in the first place; she knew wouldn't have the courage to even speak a word to him. His scent alone almost pushed her into a frenzy, so imagine if he would look at her with those beautiful eyes of his, smile at her, talk to her?

She'd simply die. She was sure of it.

So, with regrets Y/N walked towards the familiar road right into the local bookstore that she often visits. Thinking that this encounter would probably be forgotten by the end of the day.

Then she spent hours in that shop trying to find the perfect book to put her out of the miserable reading slump she was currently in. While her eyes skim over the covers of the book in display, in the back of her head, Y/N was almost certain of how unlikely it was for her to see the alpha ever again.

Couple of turns later, her footsteps trailed back to the space in between the bookshelves next to the huge glass window of the store. Still glancing absentmindedly at the book covers particular on the historical fiction isle. She halted when she saw it, the book that people had been recommending to her, 'The Book Thief'.

After reading the summary behind the book, she felt drawn to it almost instantly. Thinking that maybe this would be the book that will replenish her interest of reading back to its utmost glory.

But when she lifted her head up, she froze yet again. This time, not because the sight of a book. But it was the silhouette of the alpha she saw in the bus. Instinctively, her feet step closer to the glass window, to have a better look at the man across the road.

The alpha had just exited the flower shop opposite from where she was standing, with a gorgeous bouquet of peonies in his hands. Now that she looked closely, his hands were covered with black leather gloves; it intrigued her and she wondered about the story behind it.

Y/N wasn't that dense; she could see it right away from the way he dressed, to the choice of gift he went for. She knew instantly that the alpha was probably going out on a date.

And that stung her a little bit. How nice it must be to be his date, his girl, his omega.

Funny of her to think so when she never really talked to the guy. Let alone know him well enough to decided whether he's a good alpha or not. But something about him felt right to her.

But, sometimes it'll be like that. Falling in love so strongly, so instantly. And there's nothing wrong with it, as long as you know how to protect yourself; your body, your heart.

When her gaze moved upwards to his face; and her heart almost escaped her body. It was so quick, so faint. But, she saw his smile. It wasn't for her but it was so pretty. Y/N felt like a bow just struck her chest and the cupid was trying to pull it back out.

She knew full well how she probably need to move on from this delusional crush of hers yet her eyes still longingly lingered at his moving figure, walking farther away from her sight.

When she thought that would be the last time she saw him, she was utterly wrong. Now, it felt like devilish cupid was toying with her heart as their path crossed yet again, this time at a nearby cafe.

She didn't notice him at first, at least until she placed her orders and saw him sitting alone at the far corner of the cafe. He seemed to be waiting for his date; the flowers laid perfectly on the seat next to him.

In contrast of the few looks of his that she had witness before, the alpha's demeanour indicates anxiousness.

His heel keeps tapping the floor, causing his knees to jump up and down, as he fiddled with his phone. Occasionally, he would look at the time and put it down. Just to do the same thing over again only seconds later.

And that made her wondered if this was his first date with whomever the person he was supposed to be seeing. She knew those feelings all too well. It was only canon that he felt the jitters on his first date, she'd been there too.

When her drink was served, Y/N decided to stay awhile longer. She didn't know what she was expecting from this but she wanted to make sure he was okay. Or maybe she just wanted to see who was the lucky girl. So she found herself a seat, a little bit discrete yet enough to see him from where she sat.

Pulling out her new purchase, she decided to pass the time with some light reading, maybe getting herself comfortable with the world building in the book and get to know the main characters in the process. In between those moments, Y/N would peek above the book, particularly at the sight of that beautiful stranger from across the room.

Pages upon pages she drowned herself to the words of the author that she didn't notice how time flies passing the half an hour mark; and the cafe started to get more crowded and rowdier. Certainly, the amount of potent scents had were floating around her were slowly getting to her.

Y/N knew if she stayed a longer, she'd surely throw up whatever drink she just had. So, she decided to leave. But not before glancing at the alpha – who was still waiting for his date – for one last time, then she pulled the door open and walked away.

Certainly, that was supposed to be the last time she see him right? Nope. The universe proved her wrong when the man found a seat on the bench opposite her. With the same bouquet of flowers in his hands.

And at this point, she thought that this must be fate. There's no other explanation than this.

When she lowered her book again, she saw a white feline rubbing its head on Bucky's legs. It was too far to hear its voice but considering the amount of time its mouth open, Y/N figured it was meowing at him.

Probably to get his attention, or just wanted to comfort the alpha because just from the look of it, she knew he was stood up by his date. And Y/N was unexpectedly mad about it; maybe it was from personal experience or maybe it was just because she couldn't accept the fact that this fine, gorgeous, sweet alpha was being stood up.

Y/N watched how Bucky put away the flowers and scooped the cat onto his lap. He squinted his eyes at the ball of fur and spoke something. She hadn't had a clue what he said but it was probably along the lines, "Are you lost, little one?" He scratched its chin and neck while trying to see if it has a collar.

After so long of seeing that deep grumpy-looking frown on his face, Bucky finally graced her with another smile when the cat tried to rub its nose on his cheeks. Its whiskers tickled his nose and had trigger a laugh out of him.

God, Y/N had never been so desperate to be a cat in her life. She wanted to be that cat; sitting on his lap like she owns that place, making him smile and laugh like that. She wanted nothing more that to do so; to please him in a way that would make her own heart full.

Her daydream was cut short though, when a heavy scent of cigarettes and rum invaded her space. In fact it was so thick and potent, but considering the lanky alpha was sitting right next to her it was inevitable.

Y/N didn't want to be rude; because if she just walk away to find a different spot to sit at, then it would seem rude to the man. Her heighten sense of smell was to be blamed, not the man who was simply sitting next to her, enjoying the park as much as everybody else does.

So, she stayed.

But in those few minutes that she stayed, she might have re-adjust her mask a few times, as if it would help to lessen the scent. But, she did it anyway. And that was all she did. Yet somehow, it managed to rub the alpha in a wrong way.

"Ya got a problem with my scent, beta?" He snarled, clearly he was drunk. And a drunk alpha in the middle of the day was never a good sign.

Though she was relieved to know that the scent blockers worked just fine. Otherwise, she might push the alpha into a rut if he got even a single whiff of her scent.

The alpha growled as she put some space between them instead of answering his question. "Are you even listening to me?! Answer me, you dumb bitch!" His aggressiveness went from zero to hundred real quick when he yanked her by the hand, pulling her closer towards him.

Y/N's book fell from the force of his strength and she yelped in pain and fear. Though she usually know how to put up a brave face and fight back, but the sudden change of his action and emotion didn't gave her time to prepare her; mentally, physically.

With her omega tendencies on default, her body coward to his force and her voice tremble, "L-let me go!" She tried to twist her hand to escape but his grasp only grew stronger.

He pulled her to stand up, "You think a beta like you can look down on me? You and that omega are the same! Bunch of good for thing bitches. Gonna teach you a good lesson for disrespecting an alpha like me!" He roared with words of his drunken concerns, truth of his wounded ego.

Her blood pumped faster through her veins and her breaths increases behind her mask. When she saw his hand rose, Y/N shut her eyes, whimpering in fear as she turned her head away, waiting for the pain strike her but it never happened.

It between those short heavy breaths, she caught a whiff of Bucky's scent. And surely, it gave her the comfort she needed to calm down, guiding her to open her eyes and witness her saviour stopping the unhinged alpha's strike.

Then what happend next was so fast; the way Bucky forced him to release her, and the way the left of his gloved hand wrapped around the alpha's neck, choking the air out of his wind pipe.

Bucky growled something in the alpha's ear, but Y/N couldn't hear it over her own beating heart. She didn't need to, not when the pale look of the man's face says it all. As soon as Bucky loosen his grip, the other alpha stumbled backwards and made a run for his life.

That does tend to happened when Bucky was literally threatened to tear his limbs apart if he touch the woman ever again.

When the panic didn't die like Y/N hoped for, Bucky quickly came to her side; respectfully close while avoiding any sort of skinship. He whispered words of comfort and sweet nothings, "It's okay, you're okay. You're safe now."

His voice was like magic, especially when it managed to calm her so easily. Y/N can feel herself melting, like a marshmallow hovering over the flames; like an ice cream under the summer sun. She took a deep breath of his sweet scent and exhaled a long sigh, "Thank you. Thank you for that." she said.

Bucky bent down to pick up her book and patted the dust off, "It's no big deal, here." He handed the book. She gladly took it from his hand, gripping it tight to her chest.

Her head was still fuzzy from the rush of adrenaline, she couldn't think of a single coherent thought other than gratitude towards her saviour, "Yeah, thank you." She probably didn't even notice that she was talking to the alpha she was crushing on the whole day.

Looking at her shaken state, Bucky was worried of her, "Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

Y/N's mind didn't process his question fast enough to for a confident reply to form, "Huh? Yeah, of course. I'll be fine. Couple of deep breaths should do the trick."

"Are you sure?" Bucky was sceptical but she quickly assured him, "Absolutely!"

He nodded slowly as if she failed to convince him, yet he didn't want to push her too much, "If you say so..."

She let out a another long sigh and said, "Thank you again, really. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bucky simply chuckled at her words, "You know, you've said 'thank you' way too many times now, doll. Plus, it is an utmost honor of an alpha to save a damsel in distress." He jest.

Which was quickly agreed by a mewl coming from his chest, "Meow!" Y/N didn't even notice the white cat nestling comfortably in his leather jacket, albeit it was zipped up until only its' head peeking out of the dark fabric.

"See? She agrees." Bucky shrugged as if the cat's opinion was the only valid opinion in this situation.

"I did say it a lot, did I?" Y/N cooed as she pet the cat on its' head, smiling at the softness of its' fur against her skin before looking back at the blue eyes of his, "Sorry." She instinctively apologized. 

Bucky shook his head and reminded her, "Don't be."

That was when Bucky's phone rang, a call from Steve, "Hey, you're here? Where are you? Oh there. Yeah, I can see you, punk. You don't need wave at me like that. Yeah, I'll be right there. Please don't let Sam join you. God stop that is fucking embarrassing." He muttered as he looked over how his friends were literally halfway out of the car window, waving at him like a bunch of kids.

Bucky snuck his phone back into his pocket and said, "I'd offer you a ride but the car's full with dumbasses and I wouldn't recommend a sweet thing like you to associate with them in any way."

He managed to pull a short laugh out of her, "Oh, no need to do so. I live close by. Don't need to worry about me just..." her trails stopped mid way.

Only for Bucky to continue with a question, "...Just??"

"Do you mind giving those to me?" Y/N pointed at the flowers in his hand. She knew he was contemplating to throw it away because he had been glancing at the trash way too many times at the first couple of minutes when he sat on that bench across from her.

Y/N noticed how his expression changed, he looked confused but didn't frown upon the idea. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she waited patiently for his respond. But he just continued to stare at her, almost blankly but not quite lost. It was as if he was mesmerized by something.

The silence was getting louder than the crowds surrounding them so she decided to explain, "You see, I've never received flowers from anybody before. So, I'm curious how it feels like to receive one." She tried to come up with excuses, though she was still telling the truth. No one she dated had ever gave her flower before, probably deeming it as old-fashioned.

But, she loves those old fashioned gesture the most.

Y/N saw how he hesitated when he stared at the bouquet, his face getting tense by the seconds. She recognize that expression, she knew right away he was holding back his feelings.

But it quickly shifted into a gentle smile, "Pretty flowers for the pretty lady." He whispered under his breath. Bucky didn't waste his time hesitating this time and handed the bouquet to her.

Though she was asking for it but she didn't expect him to really give it to her. This was the first time she ever got flowers from a man. An alpha that she was pretty much head over heels for nonetheless.

Letting her emotions unfiltered, "Thank you!" she squealed as she reach out her hand. As she brought the bouquet closer to her face, she pulled down her mask, inhaling the sweet fragrant of the soft pastel peonies.

Even if her lower face hidden behind the flowers, Bucky swore he saw a burst of sparkles beamed from her upon receiving those flowers. It fascinated him because he never knew that someone could be this happy just from getting such small gift, from a complete stranger he might add.

For a second there, he thought that he would've give her a whole garden of flowers just to see her shine like that again. It felt so good and somehow fulfilling to see her happy like this.

Y/N unknowingly smiled as she let herself lost in the intoxicating scent. And when her eyes fluttered open, a deep chuckle distracted her from the trance. Looking up, as he eyes peeking through the blooming flowers, she finally saw that endearing smile that she wanted to see.

But that wonderful fleeting moment didn't last long as she was hoping for when she heard a group of man shouting for the alpha, "Hey, loverboy! We have a birthday party to get to. Natasha would be pissed if we're late. Again!"

As Bucky shouted back his own sassy counter, Y/N's head was filled with thoughts of kissing him. She didn't particularly know why but she had the need to do it.

Why would she ever do this to a man – who probably currently thinking that she was a creep – that she barely knew?

Even with those unconscious questions, she found her body moved on its own.

When he turned around, Y/N was already on her tip toe, her face was so close to his, while her hand softly cupped his chubby cheeks. She pressed a tender kiss on one of the side soft sides and prayed to God that he couldn't hear how her heart was desprete to escape the confinement of her ribcage.

Y/N placed her mask back before pulling away, only to preen at how she managed to stun him into a red mess of shock, "Thank you for saving me, alpha." Her eyes curved as a sign of a smile before she turn around, almost running away.

She certainly didn't give him a chance to at least know her name, let alone get to know her.

Midway through her path, Y/N abruptly stopped and turned around, her eyes met his curious ones and her heart fluttered, "Thank you for the flowers! I love them!" she shouted with a wide smile on her lips and brightest expression of her face, even if it was blocked by the mask.

Though Bucky could probably translate her eagerness and sincerity from how animatedly joyful she was waving at him. He smiled as he watched the girl ran away with her small steps, almost resembling a hopping bunny.

As Y/N skipped her way home, her lips aches for more of the alpha's softness, her heart yearned for his comforting presense and her glands certainly burned for his mark. And even though she went home not knowing his name, or his contact number. She believed that if he was truly her fated mate, then they will surely meet again someday.

End.

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A/N: Thank you for loving this couple as much as I do, guys. I noticed a lot of you have been requesting chubby alpha!bucky ever since I first published the first one. So I hope you enjoyed this one. More to come from them. But meanwhile, drop your thoughts?

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[peachesofteal]

Hey just wanted to say I love your writing!!! Somehow it fills me with a sense of contentment I haven't experienced before, maybe it's because I see so much of myself in darling from dead disco and I'm loving all the au drabbles too.

Can we please get a glimpse into what happened when darling saw them at the grocery store. Did she bolt the first chance she got? She's probably still heartbroken and emotionally exhausted but does she miss them? How is she managing motherhood by herself? Does she think Soap and Ghost tracked her down? Sorry for asking so many questions my mind is racing 💗

Hi love! Thank you so much for all your support, you're truly too kind. 🩵🩵 I'm so glad you're enjoying all these crazy little stories, it's definitely a treat to dive into.

Warnings-tags: 18+ Mature themes. Takes place after this.

It doesn't happen, quite like you thought it would.

You had expected to feel fear, when you saw them again. Expected to feel the nerves, the anxiety, the twisting in your gut when you finally laid eyes on them. You imagined those feelings would shift into anger, as they always do, the tidal wave of your rage's strength pulling you under, just as it did the night you left, nearly two years ago.

You're surprised when it's none of those things. You're surprised when it's... sadness instead. A profound sense of loss, the swell of it so strong it nearly knocks you off balance, while it brings tears to your eyes.

Your mouth hangs open in shock for what feels like too long, seconds turning into eons while you cradle the baby's head, brain sputtering while you try to process. They've done it. They've found you.

They're going to take her.

Except... they don't look like they're looking for you. They look they're just out, doing their shopping. They look like they're just... having a normal day.

And they look just as shocked to see you as you are to see them.

Bee gurgles in your arms, a happy song, and you bounce her instinctively, while you break your eyes away to look past them, at the other end of the aisle, and the towards the door. You should leave. The thought primes your muscles, preparing you to flee, when Simon's voice rings out over the dim grocery store music.

"Don't run. Please. Please, darling. Don't run." You hesitate, unwilling to leave the grocery cart, unwilling to try to run through the store, and stand frozen, rooted to the linoleum like you've grown there.

It's like Bee can sense the shift in your mood, can smell your distress, because her happy trill stops, and her face scrunches up like she's confused, before she starts to cry.

"Shhh, baby. It's okay." you hum, trying to rub her back to calm her, while your brain trips over itself trying to go a mile a minute. Run. Don't. Be calm. Panic. Scream. Cry. Run into their arms. Don't be crazy. Don't let them take her.

They're stepping closer now, easing up the aisle towards you, and you shake your head at them as a no. No. Don't come any farther. I don't trust you. Johnny tries to wipe his cheek inconspicuously, while Simon's got his hands out like he thinks he's about to catch a wild animal.

Maybe he is.

"Stop." you half yell it, the word bubbling up your throat and out like a barb, and it halts them in their tracks.

"Darling, please." Johnny croaks, his eyes locked on yours.

"Stop!" you say again, and step backwards once. Bee fusses, and Simon watches her. "I won't let you." you hiss, and Johnny's brow furrows in confusion, while Simon regards you slack jawed.

"Let us what?" He asks and you nearly laugh, except in the moment you realize your breathing is more shallow than normal, lungs tight and fighting your brain for air.

"Take her. I wo-won't." Johnny's face shifts into something crestfallen, something broken, and he makes a strangled sound. Like he wants to speak, but can't. It hurts you, wounds something deep, something you've buried, and for a fleeting moment, you want to comfort him. Want to reach out, and touch him. Only just to feel him again. Simon doesn't anything at all, just stares at you in shocked silence, his hands shaking.

"Darling, we would never-" Would never? Would never?! He seems to realize, what he's saying, and stops himself... before taking a deep breath and continuing. "We know you don't trust us. But-"

"No. That's enough." You take another step backwards. He doesn't stop.

"Please, we can at least try to help with-"

"I don't need your help." You spit, and try not to look at your trolley. It's full of Bee's food, puréed, organic foods and brightly colored snack packs, while your own is a smattering collection of bruised produce and discount rack canned goods. "We're fine." you double down, but your voice cracks with the weight of the emotions that you're staving off, and Johnny looks heartbroken. "I'm fine. I'm doing it on my own. I've been doing it, on my own."

"I know." Simon's voice is soft, gentle, the gravel pitch smoothed into something velvety, just for you. It tugs at you, stabs and twists, nips at your heart, while you try to build your defenses to keep it out.

"I don't need either of you. We don't. I'm taking care of her. And she's great, she's perfect." It's not a lie. She is perfect. An angel. Your inquisitive, sweet, beautiful baby. Your little piece of perfection. You do everything for her, sacrifice everything, for her. She's your world, and your her's.

But being someone's world who needs you to survive is hard. It's really, really fucking hard. And doing it on your own is even harder. No one understands, what it's like, and you feel so weak, so stupid, so beat down every day that sometimes, it's too easy to close your eyes in the bathtub. It's too easy, to feel like you did after she was born, alone in your tiny flat, with a screaming newborn, and no one to help you. No one to call. It's too easy to wish for terrible things, especially when you know she would be taken care of. When you know her dads would keep her safe.

"She's beautiful, love." Johnny says, jolting you from your thoughts, and you can't help but nod in agreement.

"You've done so well." Simon murmurs and you slam your eyes shut. Don't. Don't listen to them.

"T-thank you." It comes out as a cry, tears you can't hold off anymore, and they both step closer, close enough that they're maybe two arms lengths away from where you stand. "No!" you croak, and Johnny covers his face with a palm, while Simon's face twists like he's in pain.

Seconds pass, and Bee still fusses in your arms, her body wriggling in your grasp, while Johnny takes long, deep breaths.

"Are you taking care of yourself?" he asks you softly, after he rubs his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Li...like I said. We're fine." You choke it out, and Simon shakes his head. Like he knows. Of course he does. They can see right through you. You have to get out of here. "We should go."

"No, wait." Simon tries to step closer, but Johnny grabs his wrist.

"At least, let us buy your groceries." Johnny tries, but you shake your head.

"No."

"Darling, please. Please." Simon latches onto your trolley, making it immobile in his grip, and you shake your head back and forth.

"She needs to go down for her nap." You grit out. You can feel your own tears on your cheeks, and you try to ignore it, try to ignore everything except for your mission. Escape.

"Can we... get your phone number, at least?" He tries.

"That's not a good idea." I have you blocked on everything so not sure what purpose it would serve, either.

"You still have ours, right? In case you need anything?" Johnny asks gently, and you nod.

"You can call us, any time. Day or night." Simon rushes out, like he's a bit frantic, stumbling over the words. He releases the trolley finally, and you pull it away immediately. "For anything. We'll be there." Bee cries, screams, lungs screeching and you pat her back.

"Okay, thanks." You don't say anything else before you turn, swinging around and beelining for check out, all while trying to remember to breathe and soothe your crying baby.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

#baby trap au #peaches asks #peaches writes #ghost x soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader

[talesofesther]

heartbeats

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt could recognize your heartbeat from a mile away. Today, however, you are not alone. There's another heartbeat moving with yours; it's gentle, small, and different, but it's there with you.

A/N: A little cute story that I wrote on a whim. <3

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There was a time when Matt didn't think he could find happiness, maybe even considered himself undeserving of it. A time where he saw nothing but loneliness in his future; part of him was okay with it, saying it was safer this way; and the other part felt hollow, empty.

Unknowingly though, you put an end to that time.

You came into his life unexpectedly, unplanned, and quite suddenly. The day had been rainy—sun rising with a slight drizzle and moon appearing in the distance with a downpour—it was dark out when Matt was making his way out of the subway, the sound of heavy rain hitting the pavement overwhelmed his senses; and then, there was a soft tap on his shoulder. Matt had heard your heartbeat before you even touched him, it was steady, strong yet somehow gentle; when you spoke, voice sweet as honey to his ears, Matt figured your heartbeat was the most perfect he'd ever heard. You ended up asking if he wanted you to walk him somewhere, given that you had an umbrella and Matt didn't. He'd call it a bit of a cliche meeting, but maybe cliche was just what Matt needed. A few days later he asked you out for dinner, as thanks for your kindness, of course.

You entered his life suddenly, and then never left again.

And now, as Matt expertly chops vegetables on his counter, he smiles to himself at the memory from nearly a year ago. It's a Friday night and you'll be arriving from work shortly. Matt makes dinner on Fridays, you never ask him to, but he likes to hear the smile on your voice whenever you walk in and smell the fresh food in the air of his apartment.

The door downstairs is opened then, and Matt could recognize your heartbeat from a mile away. This has been your routine for quite some time now, yet every time Matt feels your heart coming closer to his, he feels this shiver running up and down his spine, this soft twisting of his stomach—maybe it's because he loves you.

Today, however, you are not alone. Matt lets go of the knife and vegetables in his hands, cleaning them in a towel before coming to stand in his living room; his brows furrow as he focuses his hearing. There's another heartbeat moving with yours; it's gentle, small, and different, but it's there with you.

Matt holds his breath when he finally hears you opening the door of his apartment, and he's already smiling when he hears you taking off your shoes and letting go of your purse—you feel at home with him, and his heart swells with joy.

"Matty?" You call for him as you round the corner and step into his living room. There's a mix of excitement and apprehension in your voice.

"Sweetheart, hi." His instinct is to immediately take you in his arms and kiss you until he runs short of breath, but he still hears that soft heartbeat accompanying your own, and he feels glued to the floor.

"Is everything okay?" Matt asks, his worry escaping him as he fiddles with the edge of his sleeves.

"Yes," you chuckle, and the sound lights Matt up. "But, as I was walking back home, I came across... something." You explain slowly, taking a tentative step closer to Matt.

Matt feels you taking hold of his hand, his thumb instantly runs over your knuckles to feel just a bit more of your skin. You're holding your breath now, and Matt doesn't know why until... his fingers buried into something soft, nearly velvety; it's fur, he quickly realizes as he moves his hand—carefully, gently—and reaches a pair of pointy ears and thin whiskers.

A cat. You brought home a cat.

"She's a stray," you explain in a near whisper, "she was all alone in the streets, terrified of the heavy traffic. I couldn't leave her there."

He's not sure why, but Matt feels the back of his eyes burning. Maybe it's because you're so purely good that the mere thought of any animal being in distress is enough to trouble you. Maybe it's because you brought this cat to his apartment instead of yours, and it reminds him that you spend nearly all of your time here nowadays. Or maybe it's just because amidst the soft fur, Matt can still feel your own hand holding onto his, and in some way, this feels like a promise; that you love him too, that you want to stay.

"What does she look like?" Matt manages to croak out.

He hears that beautiful smile of yours when you speak; "She has grey fur, with a few white marks around her body, and big yellow eyes. She's also really small."

"Yeah, I can tell," Matt's own smile escapes him again as he runs his hand over the cat, feeling the small frame of her laying on your arms.

You get on your tip toes so you can press a kiss to Matt's lips, his free hand instantly finds the small of your back, holding you to him just a tad longer. "We don't have to keep her, I just wanted to get her safe for the night and then we can take her to a shelter in the morning," you suggest.

Matt pouts, his brows furrowing comically, "but I'm already attached."

You're chuckling again and Matt knows that was the right choice. The cat, however, seems fed up with your excitement, she jumps from your arms and begins to explore every nook and cranny of Matt's apartment.

With your arms now free, you bring them around Matt's neck, placing little pecks along his jaw, "Good, because I kind of am too."

Matt hugs you close, tightly. He can hear the soft pitter-patter of paws roaming around his apartment, along with the steady rhythm of his favorite heartbeat. He thinks he can used to this; to happiness.

"She'll need a name, you know."

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"Is 'No Nut November' actually a thing? Or is it just an ancient internet meme that got way out of hand?"

" I don't know... Maybe? Look, I'm not an internet historian. I know some guys do it just for the sake of doing a challenge. Helps them focus or something."

"Have you considered doing it?"

"No, never-"

" You should do it!"

That's the conversation playing in your head when Karina revealed this:

Chaewon, Minju and Yena are going to be at your place when Karina is away gearing up for Aespa's comeback. (Ok technically it's Karina's place when she bought it with her sweet Kwangya money). You're no stranger to them, you've always enjoyed their company when you're somehow included in their "girls' night".

The only difference this time: They are essentially living with you for the whole of November.

You would've offered to go back to your old place or stay with a friend in the meantime. Karina's cuteness begging you to stay with them quickly dispelled that idea.

You're still really unsure this is a good idea and the stress is getting to you. That's when you're intrusive thoughts gets louder.

What if they are wearing those hot dolphin shorts with their cute little ass cheeks hanging out? The wet hair looks with a hint of shampoo smell when they just got out of the shower... Maybe even just wrapped in a towel with a hint of cleavage... Would they invite you to join them in the shower? Hmm, how good is it to have Yena's dick-sucking lips wrapped around you? A sex marathon with Chaewon pushing her to the limit? Minju just fully wrapped around you as you bottom her out, your abs hurting as you squeeze every ounce of cum inside her.

Damn it. Think normally. YOU ARE NOT CHEATING ON KARINA.

Is this some cruel test that Karina tailor-made for you? Or does she secretly gets wet when her hot idol friends make you desperately want to cum but you can't because it's inappropriate?

Is this just Karina's secret plan, using her friends to edge you, weaponize the concept of No Nut November just so she gets to have you in a sex-depraved state all for herself.

Or maybe you'll get rewarded and end up fucking all of them side by side, breeding all of them until their pussies overflow.

What happens if you can't jerk off since they would be constantly around? You have a bad feeling that No Nut November has just started for you whether you like it or not 🙈

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Being constantly in a confined space in close proximity with hot idols especially when everyone is sexually charged 😳 The idols intentionally and unintentionally tease you😏

Would this be the case of OC cheating on Karina? Would OC secretly have sex with Yena, Minju and Chaewon individually without letting the others know?

Just a rough idea so you don't have to take any of the above seriously. I hope the setting/scenario would help inspire some fun and kinky scenes of smut.

Feel free to change up the idols any one of them is hard to write for you. Just throwing these idols out here because of the GIFs 😊

Surviving NNN

Part One : Temptations

You look at the four women in front of you, unable to form a word. Your girlfriend smiles at you.

"Hello, oppa!"

Karina steps forward to kiss your lips. You lean down a little, but she still has to get on her tiptoes. Holding the back of her head, you feel her silky hair as you smell her shampoo. Vanilla.

You have to think of something else. You have to win this bet. The price is worth it.

"You know the girls, right?"

You nod your head. Of course you do.

Choi Yena. She has the nickname "duck" for a reason. She looks cute whatever she does. Even when she fights with Chaewon. Her voice changes somewhat, which makes her into an angry duckling. Her new pink hair makes her look more like a celebrity in your eyes.

Kim Chaewon. She can be just as cute as Yena. Although that can change quickly. You have seen it first hand. She becomes quite flirty when she drinks a little. You hope she doesn't do it any time soon.

Kim Minju. The youngest of the four. You haven't seen much of her so far, but you do follow her on Instagram. Her wide hips....

You mentally stop yourself to continue this thought. Without the bet you made with Karina, it would've been fine thinking about her. But not right now.

Since the four of them hang out quite often, you occasionally do have lewd thoughts. You can't help it. Yes, you do have Karina and one might argue she is more than enough for your brain to comprehend. And yet there is something different about the other three. They all have their own charms. You would never cheat on Karina, but sometimes it does look tempting.

"What do you mean?"

You furrow your eyebrows after Karina explained the situation.

"Why would they all stay here?"

"You don't like us?"

Chaewon's question makes you shake your head.

"It's not that. But we have to be careful."

This might be the proper moment to mention that you are an idol as well. A soloist. A lot of eyes are on Karina for obvious reasons. But you could say you are her male equivalent. Your last MV just broke the 100M views mark a couple of day ago. For groups like Twice or Blackpink, that's standard. But to do that within a week? You find it not so bad.

Of course you can imagine what happened, when the media caught you and Karina on a date. You did try to hide to the best of your capabilities, but it wasn't enough. Picture of you walking alongside each other, holding hands, can't be interpreted any other way. A lot of MY's did send you rather odd messages, but you try to ignore them. Your relationship with Karina is now public for around six month.

That's why it's a bad idea to let her friends sleep over for a whole month. Especcially since Karina is going overseas for her comeback preperations. And also because of the bet you made. If you succeed No-Nut-November, Karina has promised you a special gift on December 1st. You keep wondering what it is. But the problem is the punishment. You will have to do everything that Karina wants for the end of the year. Which doesn't just include sex. But cleaning, taking out the trash and so on. You two live together in one apartment after all. You just hope the gift is worth all the risks and trouble.

In the end, as always, Karina did convince you to let Yena, Chaewon and Minju stay here. You wonder if that's her way of trying to sabotage your success. She did have to promise to not seduce you during this month.

And there you are now. Sitting on the expensive black leather couch, watching TV, while you hear your knew roommates around the apartment. It has two bedrooms, but because you and Karina sleep in one bed, one is always empty. That room is now occupied by Yena and Chaewon. You tried to convince Minju that you have no problem with sleeping on the mattress in the living room, but she refused to take your bed.

You hear the shower stop as you watch the kdrama "Bloodhounds" on the big screen. Since your overall concept is kinda bad boyish, you always try to watch stuff like this. The melody for your new song is already finished, only the lyrics are missing . You even have a title by now: "Dangerous game"

When the door to the bathroom opens, you instinctively turn your head. It turns out to be a grave mistake.

Kim Minju is standing in the doorframe. You might have been incredibly glad the she isn't just wearing a towel, but what she is actually wearing makes your head spin.

Her dark hair is still wet from the shower, the warm air slowly crawling out of the bathroom. It partially hides her face and you can even smell her shampoo from where you sit. A fruity scent. Similiar to strawberries. Her black top stretches a little over her chest, which you woudn't really have noticed if it weren't for the 13 day without cuming already.

But your main focus definitely lies on her lower body. She is wearing black denim high waist hotpants, which show off her small waist and wide hips. Especially her thighs. Oh my god, her thighs. They look nice and full as always. They jiggle slightly as she walks out of the door.

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Hi erveryone, I hope you like the first chapter of this mini series. The theme is fitting for this month, so I thought "Wy not?" This chapter doesn't really have any action in it, since it's mostly the introduction. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

#kpop #kpop smut #anon #ask #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #le sserafim #izone #aespa #aespa karina #karina #kpop yena #choi yena #yena #chaewon #minju #kim minju #izone minju

[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me characters hands hcs (demon brothers, dateables, + side characters)

college has whooped my ass but your girl has officially graduated with two degrees!! finally!! hopefully i will be able to get out more writing soon. i think i am also going to tweak my request rules in the coming days to make writing easier on myself and my schedule, so expect that soon. anyways enjoy these random headcanons that came to mind one night out of nowhere

content warnings: none

Lucifer

lucifer is usually wearing gloves, so you rarely get to see or feel his hands. so when you do, it's a treat.

his hands are cold, but not unbearably so. they perpetually feel like he's been out in the cold just a few minutes too long. when he touches your bare skin, it makes you jump-- but keep them close for a few minutes and you'll chase the cold away completely.

his hands are soft. probably not super surprising considering he's always wearing gloves, but it's still pleasant.

he's got big ass, strong hands. they may be soft, but that doesn't mean they're weak. lucifer is the type of person that could open a jar for you with such ease that he'd almost look disappointed in your weak little human arms. if he's in a good mood, he might tease you about it.

he's pretty pale, so you can see the color of his veins under his skin. he's also got just a few prominent veins-- nothing excessive, but just enough to hit that sweet spot between too much and not enough.

his nails are always pristine. he's the avatar of pride. do you think he'd willingly walk around with chipped nail polish? if something somehow happens, they will be redone by the next day, almost like they'd never chipped in the first place. either he'll call asmo over to fix them, or fix them himself, depending on how much time he has.

Mammon

mammon has pleasantly warm hands. sometimes they get a little sweaty, but it's not much of a problem honestly. he's like a nice little heating pack on a winter day. because his hands are warm, though, yours usually feel cold to him... and he will complain. it's mammon.

his hands are also pretty soft. gotta look nice, y'know? i can see him keeping lotion (and chapstick-- not relevant here but it's worth a mention regardless) on his person pretty often. this came about bc he got tired of the lotion he borrowed from asmo smelling all perfume-y getting him odd looks.

this man is always wearing at least one ring and you cannot convince me otherwise. i can see him wearing a lot of matching gold ring sets. they just look like they belong on him, y'know?

i think he's got a few subtle veins across his hands. he knows that people like that, so i think he's pretty proud of his hands. he even takes care to avoid chipping or otherwise messing up his nails so the whole look will stay cohesive.

Leviathan

oh you know this man's hands are clammy as fuck. sorry bud. facts are facts.

he's blessed with very pretty hands. his nails just grow in a pretty shape (and asmo makes sure to keep them that way), his fingers are slender and proportional, his hands are a normal size, and his skin stays pretty moisturized, even in harsh weather. he doesn't have to try. which is good, because we all know he wouldn't.

i think levi actually hates the feeling of rings and hand jewelry. he'd fidget with it too much and eventually become so aware of it that he'd need to take it off before he goes crazy. if he gets married and wears a traditional wedding ring, it would have to fit perfectly and be very comfortable for him to eventually get used to it.

levi picks at the pads of his fingers a lot when he's anxious, but he's not super prone to scaring there, so it isn't super noticeable. he'll go through bursts of trying to break this habit where he covers his poor hands in vaseline, but nothing even quite breaks him of it.

Satan

satan has hands crafted by god specifically to play piano and look nice holding books. look at him. there's no way he'd have ugly hands. they're soft and pretty, but i think he has to put more effort than expected into maintaining them.

he's another one that i think would be anti-ring for much of the same reason as levi. i think it would just feel odd on his fingers and he'd get irritated by their presence. he's okay wearing bracelets though.

his hands, slender and pretty as they remain, are also quite strong. he's the avatar of wrath, after all. he's probably the second or third best to go to when you need a tough jar opened.

his nails and cuticles always look presentable, but i think he finds grooming them unpleasant. he lets asmo do it for him-- the younger one's chattering distracts him from the irritating feeling of pushed back cuticles and trimmed hangnails. his hands aren't naturally soft, either, but asmo has developed a routine for him so they stay nice with a bit of regular (secret) effort. satan's all about seeming effortlessly perfect, after all, and his hands are no exception.

Asmo

softest hands in the entire cast. simeon and mephistopheles are good competitors, but this is not a battle he will lose.

his nails are always perfectly manicured and soft. he's got a million different lotions scatter across his room, the HoL, RAD, etc., all to make sure he never encounters even a hint of dry skin. he's got emergency nail polish, too, just incase a nail were to chip while he's out and about.

asmo reaches a lot for daintier, tasteful jewelry. think small rings, delicate bracelets, pretty gemstones, the works. he's very particular about matching the jewelry both to his outfit AND his nails.

he doesn't have any visible veins, so his hands seem inhumanly perfect at times. he likes this. compliment his hands and he'll swoon-- not that he cares more about them than the rest of his body, but because it shows you notice the smaller details he puts effort into, and he appreciates it.

Beel

big boy's got big ass hands. even if you're grown yourself, putting your palms against his will make you feel like a kid again. he could palm a basketball like shaq.

he's got his fair share of callouses. i think he mostly leaves them alone because they serve the purpose of improving his grip, which is nice for the gym or fangol. asmo probably gets on him for it, but beel doesn't care enough to do something about it. i can also see him having quite a few prominent veins on both hands.

his hands fluctuate in temperature a LOT. it's pretty unpredictable, too. you can touch his hand and find it scorching hot, then touch it again ten minutes later to find it eerily lukewarm. nobody knows why this happens.

beel has to be very conscious of his hygiene, or his hands will get really dirty in a matter of minutes. he's constantly eating and touching things, so he needs to either be careful or have a napkin on hand. i think lucifer carries hand sanitizer for this exact reason (although he won't admit it).

Belphegor

belphegor's hands are upsettingly lukewarm. it's like touching things or inclimate weather has no effect on him. they're always lazily warm, like a glass of water sitting out in the sun.

his hands stay soft mainly because he doesn't do much with them. he is, however, prone to hangnails. he's lazily bite them off and accidentally cause more in the process-- not that he particularly cares.

he leaves nail and hand maintenance in asmo's hands. he'll let the fifth born do anything to them so long as he gets to sleep through it.

not anti-jewelry/rings per se, but doesn't care enough about it to a) put any on, or b) make sure he doesn't lose whatever he's wearing that day. if it somehow falls off, the most you're getting from him is a quick look around, unless the piece was really meaningful and/or borrowed.

Diavolo

is anyone surprised to hear that diavolo has massive, strong hands? no? didn't think so.

he's got really thick fingers, too. you feel like a toddler comparing hand sizes with him. he's just a mountain of a man.

his hands are always hot but never sweaty. it's comforting most of the times, but if you're already hot his touch is like fire. dawg. don't touch me. i'm sweating. his entire body is like this, too.

his nails are always very particularly manicured (it's an image thing) and fairly soft. he cares enough to use lotion but not enough to carry it. he's not one to be super vain in that regard.

there's a tasteful amount of veinage on this prince's hands. enough to be attractive, but not enough to make him seen overworked or to age him.

Barbatos

definitively the coldest fucking hands in the entire cast. barbatos' hands are cold enough to wake the dead with just a touch.

his hands are always covered by gloves as well, so they're not as rough as you'd expect. still, though, the butler is always keeping his hands busy, so i imagine there are still some minor calluses across his hands. nothing enough to be super noticable, but still there.

he's got long, slender fingers. very regal. his hands themselves are average sized. compared to someone like diavolo, though, they're dainty.

his hands are also very pale, but for some reason you can't spot a single vein. it's odd. you can see the tendons and bones shift when he moves so you know his hands are built like normal... but something about the veins just seems so odd. mammon tricked luke into thinking barbatos doesn't have any blood, so that's why no one can see his veins. this is wrong, but luke is too polite to ask about it. (the real explanation is that, although he's pale, he's got pretty thick skin-- demon perks-- so you don't really see much below it).

Simeon

simeon's hands are pleasantly warm at all times. you can feel the heat through his gloves. it's just a very comforting thing-- he'll hold your hand anytime you ask, so don't be afraid to ask if you're a little chilly or in need of some reassurance.

when he takes the gloves off, his hands are silky smooth. did you expect anything different? i can see him being very methodical abut hygiene in general, and in this case i think he's always using a nice lotion on his hands before he puts his gloves on for the day. when they come off, his hands are soft and sweet-smelling-- like cocoa butter and vanilla.

he doesn't paint his nails or anything, but they always look very nice. his liberal use of lotion pairs well with his other grooming habits. his cuticles are never overgrown, his nails are always short and uniform, and his nail beds are healthy and clear. it's minor, but it just adds to the overwhelming perfection that simeon exudes.

Solomon

solomon's hands are somehow both clammy AND cold. pick a struggle, peepaw.

on the plus side, his hands are soft. even in the winter, solomon never has to worry about rough knuckles or dry skin. which is good, because you cannot convince me that this man would remember to regularly apply lotion. he's a menace.

his hands are pale, like the rest of them, but also more veiny than i think most would anticipate. he's got one prominent one heading to his ring finger, and the rest are a bit smaller but still noticeable. his pale skin allows you to see the blue of his veins underneath. they're interesting to just stare at at watch move when he flexes his fingers.

i can see him wearing a ring or two on occasion. i don't think he'd care a whole lot about the aesthetics, but i think he'd put in enough effort to wear gold when his outfit has gold and switch to silver when wearing outfits with silver in them. it's a small thing, but it lets your know he's putting in at least a little thought.

Luke

luke has got such little, cute hands. his fingers are small and a little stubby, just like his nails. his nails also grow slowly, too, so he doesn't have to do much to keep them presentable.

unfortunately, they're often a little sticky. he bakes a lot, and while he's not usually dirty or messy, he's still young and somehow just attracts stickiness like any other child. it's especially bad when he uses honey in his recipes-- his hands are perpetually sticky for like two or three days after, no matter how often he washes his hands.

luke is a nervous little child, and for that i could see him being someone that picks at his cuticles. simeon gently discourages this habit, but at the end of the day he can't do much but make sure they heal properly.

BONUS:

Thirteen

she gives barbatos a run for his money in the cold hand competition. her fingers are ice. unlike barbatos, she will use this to her advantage. you'll find her frigid fingers on the back of your neck or under the hem of your shirt when you least expect it. she doesn't have any reason to do this. she just thinks it's funny.

her hands are a little dry, mainly around the knuckles. she strikes me as someone that constantly rubs her dry hands together and bitches about needing lotion, while simultaneously never remembering her own. she probably bums a dab of lotion off of someone ever day (i'm thinking asmo).

her nails are always really nice. they're just naturally shaped really well, round at the top and pretty straight. they're strong and don't break easy, which is good, because a hangnail can throw off her concentration for an entire afternoon.

Raphael

like belphegor, raphael's hands are an upsetting temperature-- no matter how warm or cold your hands are, his feel lukewarm against yours. it should literally be impossible, but then again, a lot of things you've encountered in the devildom should be impossible.

he's got some calluses. they're pretty interesting, honestly-- if he was a human, he'd have the bumpy, dry hands of a weathered veteran or lonely woodworker, all rough skin and long years embedded into his flesh. but he's an angel. the calluses on his hands are small and fairly easy to miss if you don't touch him. but run your hand along the ridges of his fingers or the fatty parts of his palms and you'll find them just fine.

raphael has really pretty nail beds. something about the way they look is just so clean and nice. he never has overgrown cuticles or anything, either. just really nice hands for a man that does not spare a single thought to the way they look.

Mephistopheles

this man has hands like butter. they're just so soft and luxurious. you think they'd be a bit more rugged seeing as he's a rich boy with a penchant for horseback riding, but no. i can see him being very anal about his hands. they're always soft with not a callous or imperfection in sight.

speaking of perfect, this motherfucker has amazing nails. they're just a tad longer than you'd expect to be traditionally "masculine", but that just enhances how slender and pretty his fingers look. no wonder he's always pointing and gesturing so dramatically-- he's gotta show off all that hard work!

pretty boy here just has really nice, strong hands. not really veiny, but very smooth and even. his palms are a bit lighter than his skintone, naturally, but across the board there's no discoloration or scarring to be seen. you can tell he's a noble just by looking at his hands.

he's usually in those gloves but, if not, i could see him being a rings kinda guy. only tasteful ones, though, and in moderation. not like mammon.

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Chapter II: Wrath

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f!Reader

- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! -

Words: around 15.000 (sorry)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bit Soft! Feyd (only to you!), dark romance (you also have a dark side), biting, biting wounds, blood kink, blood consumption, described murder/gore, organs (splatter?), sexual act, also bloody act (blood from others but also from you both) oral (f! reciving), vaginismus (because of rape, Feyd wants to help 🖤), mentions of rape, tongue on and in v, friction of genitals, skin licking and biting, soft aftercare, mention of sexual act, mention of wound-fucking, hate and aggression, he kills other people because of you and for you, he loves you in a dark way

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You never thought you'd have a Harkonnen by your side. Never. And then of all people, whose name everyone in this galaxy knew: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. But you soon realized that the dark world, Giedi Prime, doesn't scare you as much as you thought it would be. You were starting to like it there. But you also have to learn to live with the downsides.

Flashbacks are written in cursive.

And a big thank you to my beta-readers! 🖤

Feyds POV:

Almost as soft as butter, the blade slid through her throat. Yes, I felt a minimal resistance. Insufficient, inadequate. The smell of blood run to my nose as soon as the blade left her flesh. It was like a drug, every time. Probably the only one that could ever captivate me, ever get me hooked. Taking no real notice to anyone, she fell to the ground as I turned to the lady on my left. Seeing the fear in her eyes, which didn't interest me in the slightest, I rammed the knife into her stomach a few times. Dissatisfied. "Not quite balanced. It's the tip..." , I explained. "It should be sharper!"

I put the knife back and looked wordlessly at my counterpart. He knew what to do and went away. When I looked down, the three Harkonnen in black were already helping themselves to the fresh meat. I didn't say a word to them, ignoring the snarling noises. My eyes fell on the other two ladies, who stood trembling in front of me. "Leave now, you're finished!" , I murmured at them. "Except for the three of them, go! All of you!" But I took the bowl of paint from one woman as she walked past. "Someone else will need the paint in some minutes!" The gorging ladies seemed to feel addressed and suddenly all looked up at me. Their faces covered in blood. Until a few weeks ago I had liked the sight of them, but now I didn't. "You think I mean you? Pathetic!" , I growled at them. Disappointment was evident on their faces, followed by disgust. They hated the Na-Baroness. But I didn't care. I just wanted them to have respect for her. The way they dared to look at me right now, they would never look at (y/n). Otherwise, they would die at by hands. I didn't realize at that moment that this would be the case in just a few minutes.

The aroma of blood filled the whole room. The dark liquid seeped across the floor, the ceiling of the room and a pet was reflected in it. I remained silent, mentally preparing myself for the fight. It could be over in a few seconds or in several minutes. Everyone's body reacted differently to the drugs. I didn't notice one of the cannibals watching me. Not until she stood up and tried to put her bloody hands on my chest. But I firmly grabbed her wrists and pushed her aside. "Are you nervous, Master?" , she asked me. She didn't seem to understand my action. I glared at her angrily. "Shut up! Your friends are also quiet!" , I hissed at her and turned away. I looked towards the entrance and waited, impatiently inside, for my Baroness. Somehow I was sure she could improve my mood. The day had started well, but ever since we'd been disturbed, I'd just been annoyed. Maybe there would be enough time to...

I felt something soft downwards from my belly button. All my muscles tensed as I watched the Harkonnen lady spread kisses further and further down. Her fingers slid over the leather on my hips. I watched her for a few seconds. Not because I was sexually aroused. But because she didn't accept my words. Hadn't I said clearly just a few minutes ago that I no longer wanted the three of them? They didn't even listen to me? I growled angrily, but she seemed to misunderstand, because she didn't stop her touches. With a quick movement of one hand, I had her jaw between my hands again and pulled her up to her feet. "Can you or won't you listen to me?" , I murmured. I hadn't noticed that the other two were now also looking in our direction, having interrupted their meal. "No respect today, it seems?" , I asked further. Tears of pain gathered in her eyes. My grip became so tight that even my fingertips hurt a little. I stepped closer to her and looked into her watery, black eyes. With a jerky movement, I yanked her to the floor. A cracking sound filled the room, followed by a pained groan. I watched for a moment as she lay trembling on the floor. One side of her jaw was completely dislocated. I walked past her with quick steps and picked up the black blade.

"I haven't tested this one yet, ladies. Let's change that!" , I growled delightedly. The Harkonnen, who was lying on the ground, turned laboriously in my direction. I glanced at the others, who were slowly getting up. "BACK ON THE GROUND!" , I shouted at the two of them. And they obeyed this time. I twirled the black blade once in my hand before grabbing the injured lady by the upper arm and pulling her up roughly. I felt that I dislocated her arm in the process. "Look here, ladies!" , I murmured and got down on my knees. I placed the wounded female in front of me so that we were at the same height. Tears trickled down her face. "Tsk, tsk." , I clicked my tongue. "When you're naughty, you have to be punished. Actually, you know all about that." My free hand clutched her jaw again to keep a grip on her head. The sword cut through the black leather, across her chest. There was only minimal damage to her skin. I was almost surprised that her exposed breasts didn't aroused me. Not anymore. Her breathing was rapid, full of panic. My arm wrapped around her neck to tighten my grip on her. But to make sure she really wasn't going to bolt, I rammed sword into her thigh muscle. A scream briefly filled the room until I pressed my hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. "Shut the hell up!" , I bared my teeth. The pressure only caused me to wring her jaw even more.

A little blood collected in her mouth, which flowed down along with her saliva. I looked at the other two again, they weren't moving at all. Their only movement was their heavy breathing. With a swift movement of my hand, I cut open her chest without warning, my hand still on her mouth to stifle her new cries of pain. "You will have respect for me again! Apparently you've lost it! And respect for your future baroness!" Her jaw suddenly gave way under my firm hand and now just hung open. Impossible to move it again by herself. A disgusting sight for others. I, on the other hand, was not bothered by it.

I threw the sword to the ground and now, literally, laid hands on her. My fingertips dug into the deep wound between her breasts, penetrating deeper and deeper into the warm flesh. I tore open her ribcage with a powerful jerk. A loud crack, splashes of blood spread across the Harkonnens bare skin and clothes. Her hanging jaw dangled around with the violent movements, my hands now completely stained dark red. I wrapped one arm around her neck again to keep a firm grip on her. My other hand pushed even deeper into her until I felt the throbbing organ at my fingertips. I immediately gripped it tightly. More blood oozed from her throat, spreading over my arm and her body, mixing with her own blood from the torn open wound. Her eyes were already half rolled back, but I could feel very clearly that she was still alive. Her life was, literally, in my hands.

With my other hand, I patted her cheek, now smeared with blood. I began to smile. "How good you can be, darling.“ And with a strong tug, I removed her heart from her bleeding torso. I immediately dropped the useless body. A muffled sound filled the room. I briefly examined the warm organ in my hand before putting it aside and reaching for the black sword again.

But just at that moment, the two pets stood up and wanted to run out. I managed to grab one by the arm, but the red liquid on my hand caused it to slip out of my grip. I growled angrily, but decided to let them go. It was more important to keep my strength now.

I dropped the blade to the ground and went back to the heart. I whistled once and the overweight Harkonnen stepped forward again. Trembling, sweat on his forehead. But this did not interest me. He was already stretching out his hands and I dropped the heart roughly into them. "Clean it a little! And put it in a nice box, I want to give it to the Na-Baroness!" I smiled confidently. "Clean the sword too and sharpen it again!" I then turned away from him, bored by the sudden silence. Still breathing a little heavily myself, I sat down on the cool floor to organize my thoughts, to calm down. My breathing slowly calmed down. I looked at my blood soaked hands, wanting to touch my queen with them. When would she get here?

•

Feyd was surprised by your abrupt movement, as you reached for your underwear and stood up. "You need to go. Otherwise they'll really notice that we're spending too much time in here." , you told him and took a deep breath. He watched you, as you slipped back into your jumpsuit and closed the zipper, somewhat awkwardly, at the small of your back. With a quick movement, he stood up and grabbed your wrist. He pulled you over to a small, elegant washbasin and grabbed a black washcloth. He wet it and began to gently cleanse your face. You flinched briefly as the water was freezing cold.

"Are you taking hot showers, Baroness?" , he asked with a nasty grin. "Uh-huh." , you said quietly. "We should change that as soon as possible then." , he replied. He deliberately left a little blood on your lips. From a distance, others could have mistaken it for a decent red lipstick. He also cleaned your arms, watching your arm muscles tense up to the cold water. As he had finished, you gently pushed him aside and took the washcloth from his hand to remove the dried blood from his arms now. However, without soap, the smell of blood still lingered on both of you. Especially on you, which was covered by your clothes. And you suddenly wondered to what extent others would smell it. Would it draw attention to you? Or maybe even make you look stupid? "What are you thinking about?" , your future husband asked you.

Why did he always have to look directly at you as soon as you were in thought? "Nothing important." , you tried to talk your way out of it, but as soon as you said it, you realized how stupid your answer was. Feyd growled again. Not happy about this answer. He broke away from your touch and hastily washed the rest off his fingers under the running water. "You can assume that almost everything you think about is important to me..." , he said, looking at you out of his eyes. He glanced at your necklace again, which had a small bloodstain on it, but he was sure no one would notice. "… Miss Harkonnen."

"Can the others smell it? The... the blood?" , you asked anxiously. "Ah, you've thought about that? Really?" , he asked back, now grinning again. You nodded eagerly. "I don't get my period until next week and-" Feyd's sigh interrupted you. "What did I tell you, Na-Baroness?" , he reminded you. "That it... that it doesn't matter what the others think about me," , you said quietly. "Correct!" Feyd said harshly. There was a brief silence. "You can almost do what you want. No one will think badly of you..." He dried his hands and closed the distance, except for a few milliliters, between you and him. "... especially not when you smell like blood." , he purred, which made you smile timidly. A delicate kiss connected you for a few seconds. Feyd pulled his ring off his right pinky and slipped it on your ring finger. "Wear it during the fight. Otherwise I would break it or hinder my movements." , he mumbled to himself and looked at your hand. "Come on now! I want to see you kill, Feyd-Rautha." , you smiled darkly and grabbed his arm.

•

His angry expression, the powerful look of his body and movements - it almost frightened you. You looked at him with slightly parted lips and startled eyes. It hadn't been planned like this. No sooner had he murdered the last Atreides, you had rushed down to meet him. His arm, the bloody knife still in his hand, wrapped around your waist, pulling you with him as he advanced his steps. "What happened?" , you breathed, barely audible. The gate closed and you caught one last glimpse of the black and white arena. Almost complete darkness enveloped you. "Nothing that kills me so easily." You heard his raspy voice and he placed his lips on the back of your head for a few seconds as he spun around. You felt the knife on your hip.

His arms were trembling slightly, just like yours. His muscles quivered under his skin. Your hand stroked his, where he held the knife. You felt his veins, the heated skin. The cheers of the Harkonnen outside could still be heard loud and clear. You turned to face him, your hands gently stroking his angular face. His gaze was serious, his eyes sombre. But you could also see affection in them. And this was for you alone. You kissed him, full of longing. You were really afraid for a moment that he might die. You had heard Vladimirs words. It had been planned. And Feyd had known nothing about it. Betrayal, deceit.

He licked your lips as he tasted the blood on them. One arm was across your waist, the other across your neck and you knew the blade was right next to your face. But you didn't feel fear for your life. At least not at that moment. Feyd broke away from you, however, and looked at you urgently. "You're... different today." , he began. His voice was damn hoarse, like he was losing it. "What do you mean?" , you asked him, worry rising in you. His free hand rested on your cheekbone and his face came closer to yours again. "You're so... manipulative today. You snake, devil!" , he tried to make you realize. His thumb stroked your lower lip and a smile formed on it. But his bloody knife was suddenly in front of your face. "Tongue!" Feyd commanded. He gulped as your hand gripped his knife-holding fingers tightly and you slowly licked the blood of the knife. You dulled his senses for a moment. Maybe he had another drug than just the smell and sight of blood after all?

He threw the knife to the ground to press his lips hard against yours. Your vision was poor due to the darkness and you startled for a second as he pressed you against the cold wall. "You're like a sin personified!" , he growled and bit down on your jawline, then your neck. This time not so hard as to leave a mark. "Who just started committing the sin?" , you asked breathlessly, but confident of victory. And Feyd broke away from you abruptly, growling at you. Even in the darkness, he could see your playful grin. "Devil!" , he snarled, grabbing you by the wrist to pull his ring from your fingers. "Good thing you were taking care of it, sweetheart!" Your look showed indignation. "Don't call me sweetheart!" , you grumbled. "Why not?" Feyd asked monotonously as he put his ring back on. You realized that he was playing his games with you again. "Your blood tastes sweet. Your skin. Your..." , his fingers gently cupped your chin. "... nectar." Though you could barely see him in the darkness, you knew his hunter's eyes were right on yours. His perverse grin on his face. He grabbed your wrist to pull you into the building. He wanted to talk to his uncle, that rotten traitorous scum!

-

He had taken a 'seconds-shower' and changed his clothes quickly. Feyd and his uncle were surprised that you were not present. Although you had actually sworn to be on good terms with the Baron, you had given him a few nasty looks earlier during the fight. But you hadn't dared to say a word. Instead, you had been very quiet, holding the binoculars in front of your eyes with one hand and covering the bite wound on your neck with the other. You heard Feyd's voice, completely disgusted, say "I ought to drown you in that tub!" "Ought?" , you asked loudly. Several eyes turned to you and Feyd was briefly surprised that you had changed your clothes. You were now wearing a black medium dress, the fabric transparent in some places ((picture below)). A wide leather chocker covered your bite wound. The Harkonnen symbol necklace flashed in the light as you moved quickly, growling to Feyd as you passed, "If you don't do it, I will!"

He didn't stop you, would have even liked to see you attack his uncle, but two guards roughly grabbed you to hold you back. "Murderous scum!" , you hissed between your teeth. "Let her go, now!" , came sternly from Feyd, yanking you from their grasp and pulling you to his side. You looked at the Na-Baron as his jaw clenched, not realizing why he was doing it. The Baron looked you up and down. And it disgusted Feyd! "Stop looking at her like that! Otherwise I'll remove your eyes with my bare hands!" You heard your fiancé growl and your face turned back to his uncle. Feyd trembled a little with rage. Unimpressed, the Baron continued to draw on his shisha. It didn't worry him one bit. "I can smell blood. Are you hurt, nephew?" , he asked after a short silence. Feyd narrowed his eyes halfway for a moment. What was that all about now? Until a smile formed on his lips and he looked straight at you.

He saw panic in your eyes when you understood what the Baron smelled.

The blood of the dead cannibal on you and him. In a matter of seconds, you told the Baron that you were menstruating. The corners of his mouth pulled up a little, nodding in understanding. "The woman's body..." Feyd began, his fingertips gently cupping your jaw and he briefly kissed your lips. "... a true marvel of nature." "Perhaps that explains her arrogant behavior today." Vladimir chimed in. Anger rose up in you again and you tried with all your might not to let it show. It was difficult to admit it to yourself, but it would be better for you to leave now. Otherwise blood would flow through your hand this time. "Go to my chambers, Na-Baroness." Feyd called after you as you turned away from the Harkonnen. His gaze now serious again as his eyes met Vladimir's. "You have your pets for your lusts. You are forbidden to touch each other until after-" "She is my betrothed!" Feyd hissed back. "She'll rule with me as soon as you're out of the picture! Everyone will know her name! She will bear my child one day! And not one of those whores, understand, uncle? It's my birthday... let's say she's one of my gifts." "Gift? Her? No, I have other gifts for you."

•

There was a knock on your door. "(Y/n)?" , you heard the voice of your favorite Harkonnen. You got up immediately and he came in. "How did it go, the conversation with him?" , you asked him as the door closed behind him and exhaled audibly. "It was fine." , he simply replied. Whether it was a lie or not, he couldn't answer himself at that moment. Your eyes were on his face, thinking, and you swallowed once. You didn't know what to say. The situation had just been too awkward for you and you had preferred to leave. You had been afraid that Feyd might be upset. But, so far at least, that didn't seem to be the case. "Come here!" , he said quietly, and pulled you into a gentle hug. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. He gently placed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your back. "Why are you here and not in my chambers?" , he asked in a whisper, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and perfume mixed with the whore's blood.

You released yourself from his pleasant grip and sat down on your bed again. "I wanted to leave you alone for now. That wasn't very easy for either of us earlier." , you explained to him. The warrior squatted down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. "And that's why you think you have to leave me alone?" , he asked you. "You're someone who calms me down when I'm annoyed or stressed, don't you know that?" , he laughed softly and looked deep into your eyes. Your cheeks flushed and you couldn't suppress a smile. It made you happy to hear those words. "Look..." Feyd began and you could see that he was thinking hard. His eyebrow muscles tightened and he pressed his lips together a little. It was difficult for him to find the right words when it wasn't about hatred and enmity.

"... who decided to want you as future Baroness of Giedi Prime?" , he asked, now looking at you with steady gaze. The question momentarily overwhelmed you. "Y-you?" , you said hesitantly. He nodded. "Who came back to your home planet to fight for you? To confront the other man who also wanted you as his wife?" Feyd's eyes literally bored into yours. His eyes were so fixed on yours that it became uncomfortable and you didn't know where to look. "You. You, Feyd. Even though we'd only known each other for a few days at that time." , you remembered. "Even, unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to murder him." , he added. The Harkonnen leaned his forehead against your breasts. "But it felt damn good to see him lying bloody on the floor. Knowing that I'm better than him!"

His fingers stroked the black mesh fabric of your dress. On closer inspection, he could see the blood underneath it. The blood his uncle had smelled earlier. Feyd kissed the spots gently and his hands tightened around your waist. He felt your hands placed on his cheeks though, making him look at you. "You were almost killed by your own weapon today."

The Harkonnen saw the concern in your eyes as you changed the subject. "I mean no offense, but I really was afraid for your life for a moment." Feyd realized in that moment that you really liked him. In some way. And he realized, almost painfully, that you were probably the first living person in a very long time to feel something positive for him. Something like compassion.

He saw tears gathering in your eyes and he remembered how the dying whore had cried too. No, he didn't want you to feel that feeling. Fear. "But the Atreides wasn't close enough." , he whispered, wiping a falling tear from your face with his thumb. Feyd rose to place his lips on yours. Not firmly and demanding, like after the fight. But gentle, as if you were made of porcelain, which the Harkonnen could break into a thousand shards with one wrong move. His hands slid just as gently over your back, pressing you onto the soft mattress to lean over you. His arms went under your back, pulling you up a little to press your turso against his chest. "You don't need to fear for my life, my Baroness." , he whispered into your ear and one hand detached your chocker from your neck to spread kisses there too. Your slender fingers nuzzled his neck and Feyd purred softly, enjoying your lovely touches on his skin.

"I don't mean any offense, Feyd." He quietly heard your voice again. He hadn't been able to understand it at first, because no one had ever worried about him before. At least not like you. "I know, it's all right." , he whispered back, his lips tracing down to your neckline. "Are you even in the mood?" , he asked you, wanting to make sure after your emotional outbursts that you were really in the mood for intimacy. He didn't just want to use you, your body, for his own desires. Not the Na-Baroness.

When you agreed, he pulled your body higher up to your bed with ease, resting your head comfortably on the pillow. It was important to him that you felt comfortable, and not just because of your traumatizing experiences. In general, at his side. He wanted to position you perfectly beneath him as you quickly pulled him close to kiss him. "Come here now!" A comforting warmth spread through his body. Knowing what beauty desired him at that moment. His hands stroked your bare legs, pulling the mid-dress higher until his fingers touched your underwear.

He noticed that you had changed your previous panties for something skimpier. "You don't have to do that!" he said, amused. "I don't find you any less attractive in boxer shorts." , he told you and his fingers clawed into the waistband of the fabric. You usually wore boxer shorts under sportswear so that they didn't show up under the fabric. You didn't want to look 'cheap'. You wanted to be treated with respect and not draw unnecessary sexual attention to yourself like a cheap hooker. And as if Feyd had been able to read your mind, his lips detached themselves from your body and his fingers from your clothes. He stood up and looked at you thoughtfully. "What have I done?" , you asked, startled, and sat up straight. "Nothing." , he mumbled and looked towards the door for a moment. "Do you have to go?" His eyes looked back into yours and he shook his head. "No." Nevertheless, he went off the bed.

"I will not leave you aroused again, my queen." , he murmured, reaching for your boots to hand them to you. You wondered what his words meant. Was it because you had pleasured yourself, even though he had forbidden it? Or because the situation this morning had generally annoyed him when you were interrupted. Still irritated, you put on your combat boots. "He doesn't want me to be with you now. He doesn't want us to see each other again until tonight." Feyd finally explained. "His words are of little interest to me. But if he realizes that I'm not in my chambers, he'll have someone come here." , he explained as you reached for your second boot. He thought about where you both could hide. Spend time together, which, at least today on his birthday, should be a matter of course. "I know where we can go. Trust me, it's much more comfortable than the hard floor earlier." , he grinned and grabbed your hand to walk out the door with you.

Watchfully, your eyes glided over the corridors, making sure that no one would see you and betray you. The Harkonnen led you into a narrow corridor, up an equally narrow, longer staircase. You didn't know this part of the building yet. Arriving in front of a door, Feyd typed in a code. "2 5 1 7 8." , he said, so that you knew the numbers as well. You entered a simple room, nowhere near as luxurious as your both chambers. But that didn't bother you. You could still see a large bed with familiar black silk bed linen. Two huge floor-to-ceiling windows lit up the room. As you stepped towards them, you could see a large part of the arena. Damn! It was high up here! Two lamps with warm light and two baroque armchairs, similar to the ones in your chambers, stood in the corners of the room. Feyd watched you as you looked out the window and scrutinized your slender figure. "(Y/n), have you eaten anything at all today? Should a servant bring you something?" , he asked you.

You turned around to face him, still startled by the height, and stood only a few centimeters away from him. His cool eyes looked straight into yours. "No, with all the excitement today, I'm not hungry." , you explained to him. "Hmm." , he said and his fingers stroked your figure. "That's not healthy, Na-Baroness." , he replied, his tone quite stern. You nodded in understanding and mumbled, "I know." His other hand patted your stomach. "Then I'll make sure you have enough food tonight."

The Harkonnen himself looked down at the black and white world. "Are you afraid of heights?" , he teased you. "Actually, a little. Yes." , you confirmed to him, with an uncomfortable feeling. You didn't want to show any weakness. You didn't notice how he looked at you when you looked down again.

"I want to be honest with you. No lies or secrets." , he said suddenly and placed you on one of the barock armchairs. He squatted down on the floor in front of you again, his hands resting on your hips. Your stomach tightened. What would come next? Wordlessly at first, he pointed to the bed behind him. "I used to fuck the whores in this room. At the very beginning of our... acquaintance. However, I soon got tired of doing it in bed with them. It was too romantic for me and it wasn't my thing at all with these women. After that, I was still here from time to time, on my own, to have a bit of peace and quiet from Giedi Prime, my uncle and all sorts of other things. I also came here a few times, after I met you at your home. To organize my thoughts and..." , a grin graced his face, though he fought it. "... and touched myself twice while I was thinking about you." You giggled and quickly put your hand over your mouth, hoping to stop then. But it didn't work. Feyd grinned wider, relieved that you took his words so calmly. "Twice?" , you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, my queen! Twice. I said no lies or secrets." , he clarified and his fingers unzipped your right boot.

His other hand pushed your other leg aside a little so that he had enough room to caress the inside of your thigh with kisses. His other hand slid higher, under your dress and his fingers quickly made their way through the fabric of your panties.

And immediately he felt the ease with which his fingers slid through your labia, as you were already so aroused. Again so quickly? Or was it still from the kissing you two had started in your chambers? Or had you been all day long? Since you both knew by now anyway that you couldn't keep your hands off each other today. Feyd didn't really care about the answer, he'd be satisfied with anything. He quickly lifted you up in his arms to lay your body on the bed. The mattress wasn't quite as soft as yours or Feyds, but still more comfortable than expected. He pulled your boots off your ankles, removed his top from his body and let it fall to the floor as he leaned over you, grumbling, to continue kissing you. He felt your soft, warm hands stroking his chest and stomach muscles, making him sigh with pleasure. You were irritated that the paint was still on his body. Didn't it wash off as soon as it dried on his skin, after he took a shower?

His fingers slipped under your mid-dress again and you suddenly heard seams ripping. "What are-" He was already holding your bottom piece of underwear in his hand. "Don't wear that. Only whores wear clothes like this, I don't like it!" He then threw the fabric into the other corner of the room. You briefly looked at the dried blood on his upper body before your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him back down to you. With quick grips, without hurting you, he had removed the dress from your skin. Your bra came off just as quickly and found its way to the floor. One of his hands found its way back between your labia to feel again how aroused you were. His wet fingers slowly slid over your pearl to tease you. You had to pull away from his lips to catch your breath. Feyd knew exactly how to play 'the woman's instrument'. His thumb, wet with your nectar, circled your pearl with perfect pressure. His other fingers massaged your entrance, but did not slide in. But, he would like to try today. Something told him that today might be a good time. At least for a try.

His lips, teeth and tongue slid over your breasts, down your stomach. "We have plenty of time now." , he murmured deeply, almost menacingly, without looking up. He felt your rapid breathing on his lips and your twitching muscles on his fingers. He didn't necessarily expect an answer from you. At least not a literal one. His teeth dug into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Occasionally harder, until a soft "Ouch." could be heard. But you didn't say anything else. You even giggled briefly. He kissed the reddened area before he placed his lips on your pearl. He purred muffled as he spread kisses over your labia. Feyd tasted what was probably his new drug on his tongue as he caressed your most private area with it. Your deep breaths were music to his ears. His hands had a firm grip on you again. Not to make you run away, but to show dominance. To show that it was him who was giving you these pleasurable feelings. He even tasted a little rest of blood on you, which he had smeared on you after killing the pet.

 His fingers gripped you even tighter as he realized how much he desired you. That he had killed for you today and in the next few days, maybe hours (as he was thinking), he would hunt down the other two whores. And to give you their hearts. He wasn't sure how else to express his feelings for you yet. In more, his love bites or kisses that would adorn your skin, or trying to spend as much time with you as possible. Be it more training, a short conversation or more lovemaking. Even if he was more in the mood for the latter today. But obviously so did you. He had made it clear from the start that saying no was no problem for him.

Your body jerked violently as he bit into your pearl. "Don't do that." , you weakly uttered. "Why?" , he rumbled deeply between tongue-licks. "It... is too much." He bit again. "Feyd!" , you said, but unfortunately much less seriously than you intended. He only needed one hand to push you back into the mattress as you raised your upper body. "Down, Queen!" , he growled. His hand stayed on your stomach to make sure you didn't make any wrong moves. Unexpectedly for him, you placed your hand on his. However, the Harkonnen switched so that his hand was over yours and he interlace his fingers with yours. His other hand first stroked your thigh, then moved to your labia to extend the stimulation. He paid attention to your every breath and your soft, shy moans. How your free hand clawed into the bedclothes.

He loved how he could excite you after your start here on Giedi Prime had been rather sobering. Because of him. The Na-Baron stroked your nectar-covered labia with two fingers again as he whispered, "Can I try something, my Baroness?" Your half-closed eyes opened and he felt your hand tense under his. "No, stay calm!" , he said and rose to cover your collarbone and throat with kisses, his hand still holding yours. He felt your breathing calm down. "If you can't stand it, that's fine." , he explained in a calm voice. But he was surprised when your other hand placed on his shoulder and pushed him back down. "Don't say what exactly! But try." You didn't see him grin briefly. However, he discarded his original idea of stimulating you with his fingers as he kissed your mound of Venus. The smell of pure femininity was driving him crazy. Another kiss before he penetrated your inside with his tongue. You gasped in shock, but your fiancé didn't hear a 'no' or a 'stop'. For him, it meant that you were granting him. Good.

Still, he watched your every move for any warning signs. Harming you now would be bad for him and his plans.

Your muscles twitched around his organ, but it didn't feel like you were tensing up uncomfortably. He could have continued the game forever, but you asked him to come back up. Quite reluctantly, the Harkonnen obeyed you, kissing your lower lips one last time and tracing a wet trail with his tongue up to your breasts. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he knew what you wanted. "Are you lying cozy?" , he murmured. An "Uh-huh." , was the only thing you were capable of. One of Feyd's hands squeezed between the mattress and your body, roughly at your tailbone, to get a grip on you. He watched you close your eyes and tilt your head back. A slight smile graced your lips. He quickly had his cock out of his pants and your nectar immediately wet his sex organ as he slide it over yours. You both sucked in the air sharply. Even though you knew what your lovemaking-game would be like, at least for the next few days or weeks, you both savored every moment.

Feyd rested his head on the soft pillow next to your neck. His eyes half closed in relaxation. He moved his hips slowly and felt every millimeter of your pearl as his tip touched it. "Fuck." , he rumbled hoarse. His hand reached across your body to grab yours. He grabbed, your now warm hands, intertwined his fingers with yours and placed them on the other side of your head. He kissed your jawline, not feeling the need to bite you at that moment. No, he wanted to be as gentle as possible. Your hand patted his rib, you wanted him right on top of you.

When he understood and moved, you bit him hard in the pectoral muscle. Feyds sound was a mix between a groan and a grunt and he realized he was bleeding as his warm fluid immediately ran down his chest and dripped onto your body. He tried to position himself a little more upright, but your teeth wouldn't let go. They were deep in his flesh. "Devil!", he growled breathlessly. You could feel the warm liquid running down your chin, tickled the skin on your throat. Did it taste sweet? Was that what he tasted when he bit you? Your hand pulled out of his and gripped his wrist firmly as a sign for him to be quiet. You felt him press a kiss to your soft hair. He wanted you to break away from him. He wanted to taste his own blood.

And at that moment, you pressed your hands against his body with all your strength to have him lying on his back. But his much stronger hands pushed you up again, to bite you now. Not as hard as you, but it pleased him as your metallic sweet blood coated his tongue. He bit the inside of one of your breasts. "Copycat!" , came from you and Feyd paused for a second before pushing you back down. His lips kissed yours and he growled to you to lift your hip. Your legs wrapped around his hips again and you felt his cock against your flower-rose again. It wasn't long before you both climaxed and Feyd gave you another orgasm. Your bodies smeared with your both blood.

 

 -

"One more thing. I didn't touch myself when you were already here. Not even in the first week." , he explained when things had calmed down again and the two of you were lying entwined on the bed. "Okay, enough honesty for today." , you said and snuggled closer to him. He reached for the duvet and covered your body with it. You smiled contentedly. You felt his warm hand on your back again, slowly stroking up and down your spine.

You often wondered how someone like him, a feared warrior and adversary, could practice such gentle touches. He had told you that he had only ever experienced violence before you. That you had been the first person to caress him with your slender fingers and had given him a swift kiss when you had said 'good night'. When you had touched him gently, he had avoided your movements for the first few days, sometimes flinching at the unknown. But then he allowed it. It had just been strange and unfamiliar. So different. So new. So pleasant.

Did he like your touch and he returned the same gentleness, or at least similar, because of it? Because you had not yet spoken the three magic words for others. Neither he nor you. But perhaps it was still too early for that. Maybe it was your gestures and actions that expressed your feelings for each other? Not even necessarily the sexual activity. But the fact that he held your hand, that he marked you with, what he called, his love bites. That he purred in your presence and showed that he was relaxed. That he had given you a heart of flesh and blood today - that he killed for you. That he was lying next to you here and now, even though he could be doing completely different things. Gifted you with caresses and was also someone who allowed physical contact after the act had been completed. You had experienced other things yourself and had heard from former female acquaintances.

"What are you thinking about again, (y/n)?" , you heard him say unexpectedly. How did he know your brain was going crazy again? "Hm?" , you said, thinking that maybe you didn't have to answer. "You breathe a little faster when you're thinking hard. I've noticed that in the last few weeks." , he explained to you. You were shocked, but also pleasantly surprised at how much he was studying you. A sign that he was probably really interested in yourself and your bodylanguage. Of course, he also studied his enemies, but Feyd seemed to be observing you closely. Unconsciously for you. How your reactions and emotions were. How your body reacted and what you said. No matter what mood you were in. It was as if he was trying to find the right puzzle piece for everything. And when this puzzle would eventually be complete, he would probably know you inside out. Or would it ever be complete? Maybe this meant a lot more to him than three (trivial) words. Did he perhaps also need this to assess danger? To assess how and when you would attack? Or to know when something would be too much for you?

"So?" , you heard him say again. "Us." , you replied. And at the same moment you thought 'Fuck'! Why had you told the truth? Feyd pulled you away from him a little so he could look at you. "What do you mean?" , he asked, irritated but serious. His voice was quiet, probably because he was a little tired after the act. "About the future?" , he asked another question. "No, it's..." , you had to think, you didn't know how to express yourself. "Hm?" , he said, briskly stroking your jawline with one finger. "... I don't know. Everything?" "Everything?" he asked, furrowing his brow slightly and smiling uncertainly. You didn't know how to explain it. And he could tell. The strain in your eyes.

He cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer to him again. "Listen. Don't say anything now, we'll sort it out another time." , he spoke. It almost seemed as if he was uncomfortable with the situation himself. Your eyes fell on the black paint on his muscular torso again. "The paint will stay for a few days." , he now explained. "Does it bother you?" , he asked in a lower tone. "No, not at all." , you blurted out. "I like it very much." Feyds pleasant touch made you feel tired and he seemed to notice. "You can sleep. It's okay." , he whispered and pulled you even closer to him. You leaned your forehead against his chest, the warmth more than just comforting. "But don't go away. Please." , you whispered. "Why should I? , Feyd asked you. "You could be doing much more useful things right now than lying here with me," you spoke und swallowed. "You're insane!" , he said quietly, but harsh. Somehow it sounded like a 'swerve' to you. He knew very well that he could be doing something else right now. But he seemed to want to be here right now - with his Na-Baroness.

You felt his lips on your forehead again. It was a nice gesture on his part. You were silent, listening to each other's breathing. You'd always been a bit stubborn in your life, but you never thought you'd ever really break the rules. But you weren't alone in this. You both did it together 'to be together'. And you preferred that to sitting alone in your chambers, training separately from him or sitting in the library reading those boring books about Giedi Prime. You much rather heared these things explained to you by your fiancé. It was much easier to understand that way. Still, you wondered if your behavior, your breaking of the rules, would have consequences? Could the wedding even be canceled? Was his uncle only letting you now to separate you again? Was he perhaps already planning something? It's definitely possible.

You felt your heart ache at the thought. No, you didn't want to leave. You didn't want to leave Feyd. Out of reflex, you snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel the warmth of his body. That he was here now. By your side. When his hand stroked your back again, you couldn't win the battle against tiredness. "Don't go." , you whispered, barely audible, before you fell asleep.

 -

As you woke up, your eyes were directly on Feyd. He was sitting in one of the barock armchairs a few meters away from you. His neck was leaning so far back that you thought it might break. His eyes were only slightly open. His breathing was calm. He seemed to be deep in thoughts. You watched the play of muscles under his skin as he took a deeper breath. The black war paint, your X at the level of his heart. Your bite wound on the other side. The dried blood stuck to his skin and you could still see the traces of how it had run down. You still felt it on your lips and chin and also see it on Feyds mouth. And it didn't seem to bother the hell out of him that his own blood was on his body. That he had tasted his own blood.

'Fuck' , you thought again when you suddenly realized that his eyes were now on you. How long had you been watching him? How long had he been watching you? He grinned darkly, his eyes narrowing again into a slit. He was watching you like a predatory cat, knowing that you couldn't escape at that moment. You smirked sheepishly. "How long have I been asleep?" , you asked the Harkonnen, to distract from the situation. "Maybe twenty minutes." , he replied, his gaze not changing. He loved it when he caught you. He loved it when you were ashamed of it, yourself.

He stood up suddenly and walked slowly towards you. You looked up at him uncertainly, full of expectation and with wide eyes. You didn't dare to move. The only thing that didn't stop, was your breathing. He bent down to you in front of the bed, just looking at you for a few seconds before one of his hands stroked the duvet , tracing your figure underneath. He stopped at your exposed shoulder, surprised at the coolness of your skin. His hands were so warm, you thought. His fingers continued to stroke your neck, the bite mark fiery red. He smiled at his work, although he knew that the spot would cause you a little pain over the next few days. For him, however, it was absolutely worth it. Up your cheek, slightly down, his fingertips found themselves on your lips again.

You didn't know why, but you felt like he could kill you at any moment.

Apart from the fact that he could do it at any time anyway, since he was superior to you. But now, here you were, laying naked in bed, completely helpless. Not a good position to attack from.

He looked at his blood on your lips, how it had flowed down your neck and smeared from your collarbone. His grin suddenly disappeared, his gaze became gentle. He seemed almost wistful. His eyes didn't leave yours, his lips were slightly parted. He wanted to say it, but he didn't know how. Instead, he leaned forward, placing his lips gently and sensitively on yours. His actions almost wondered you, though it was not at all the first time he had done this. He gently took your face in your hands and placed himself back over you on the bed, without releasing you. His tongue begged for admission and you let him. His fingertips stroking down your neck, over your shoulders, made you shiver pleasantly. It tickled. You felt his tongue on your neck as he kissed his way down and licked at his own blood. "Feyd?" , you asked shyly. Inwardly, however, you were horrified that he seemed to be in the mood again. You wanted a break. "Trust me. You don't have to do anything." , he explained to you. And you decided to listen to his words - to trust him.

After a few minutes, you didn't know whether you might regret this decision. His tongue and teeth were all over your torso and arms. He seemed to deliberately avoid your lower region. His bites were sometimes gentle, sometimes firmer. But not hard enough to leave wounds or bleeding marks. His lips sucked at your flesh and you knew that tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, you would be covered in bluish and reddish hickeys. Feyd didn't say a word. He wanted to let his current actions do the talking. His hands gripped your waist. "Turn around." , he said and you obeyed. His lips brushed up your spine at the level of your shoulder blades to your neck. "Feyd, what are you doing?" , you asked him. He interrupted what he was doing. You could now feel his lips on your ear.

"Am I suddenly no longer allowed to touch my Baroness?" , he asked a counter-question and you felt his upper body rise. No, that's not what you meant. You wanted to turn around, but Feyd sat firmly on your tailbone and pressed his knees into the mattress to make himself heavier. You couldn't tell if he was just teasing you or if he was being serious. But you relaxed again when his firm grip on your waist loosened and the back of his hand stroked your spine. "Still not enough. Probably never." , he spoke as if in a trance. "What's not enough?" , you asked softly. "Love bites." , he replied as he exhaled. He stroked each of his marks and you shook again as it tickled too much. "It's almost silly that you only have one..." , you said. "... but I don't want to disfigure you." "Disfigure?" Feyd asked, pausing in his movement. "It would disfigure you! Not you me!" , you said quickly. Hoping to get out of the situation. You'd actually like to do more to him, especially after tasting his blood. But you were worried that others might see it. Especially when he was training.

Somehow it made you uncomfortable. But why? After all, others saw his marks on your skin too. "I don't really mind your... 'love bites'...." , you spoke and your hand reached for his, which he was holding propped up on the pillow. "... I just find it a little uncomfortable that it lets the others know we're already intimate. It's against the rules, against tradition." , you explained to him. He knew that. Of course he did. He had spoken to his uncle about it more than once in the last few days, and again today. Feyd layed to the side to look at you. "Who abides by that rule? Only those who don't find each other attractive." Feyd said with a grin.

Actually, you had always intended to stick to rules. Because you didn't know any other way. But with Feyd, you realized damn quickly that it would be very, very difficult. He let his eyes roam over your face, down your neck to your breasts. "It's your fault, Devil!" , came from him. "Only the devil could manage to bring a woman like you into my life and manipulate me!" "When do I manipulate you?" , you laughed nervously. "Almost all the time. Even when you're asleep!" Your slender fingers stroked his chest. You realized that you had bitten him really hard. Your teeth marks were deep in his muscle. "Then I'll give you more love bites like this one day, I promise!"

 

•

You had applied a dark red lipstick. The color immediately reminded Feyd of the blood that had been on your body just a few hours ago. He cleared his throat to shake off the thought. "Is that too much?" , you asked him, your index finger pointing at your lips. He looked at you questioningly for a moment, but then shook his head. "No, no. Looks good." , he replied, looking at the deep red colour. "But... I like your face better without it. The way you wake up in the morning." , he added. You shook your head gently, not wanting to believe him. You heard him get up and walk slowly towards you. In the mirror, you watched his movements as he stalked his prey like a big, again.

"Here." , he spoke, barely audible, and pulled his ring off his little finger. "Wear it tonight!" Feyd handed you the ring out again. A soft "Oh." escaped your lips and you put it back on your ring finger. One of his hands went carefully through your loose hair when he noticed that you had covered up his bite wound. His hand immediately tightened around the back of your neck. "I told you not to cover it up!" , he growled angrily. His eyes moved to your breasts, where his mark was also covered under make-up. His eyes looked angrily into yours. His grip on your neck tightened until you contorted your face painfully. "Feyd, you know I'm doing this because of your uncle!" , you told him, hoping his grip would loosen, but it didn't.

The Harkonnen in front of you stepped even closer to you and hissed at you what his uncle had to interest you in this regard. "What if he sends me away?" , you asked, still in pain. "He won't send you away 'just' because of our intimacy! Are you afraid of looking like a whore or what? I've never bitten them! Everyone here will know those bites are mine when you show them!" , his voice murmured and his grip loosened slightly. You nodded shy, but didn't say a word. Still in shock of his action. Feyd saw the uncertainty in your eyes and immediately let go of your neck. He cleared his throat, he hadn't meant to touch you like that. "Apologize, (y/n)." , escaped his lips very weakly. "However..." , he spoke now and reached for your make-up remover wipes. "... I want it off." His hand grabbed the back of your neck again, but much more gently. You felt the cool cloth remove the make-up. It slid down to your breasts, where he also removed the make-up. "Tsk." , he snarled.

"You know, once you're Baroness, it won't just be a few bites." , he said, a slight smile gracing his face. "You call that 'a few bites'?" , you asked, confused. Even a little shy. "You'll be covered with my teeth marks completely, I promise." , he murmured, leaning down to gently kiss the bite on your breast. You exhaled audibly, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck and your cheek rested on his skull. For a brief moment, you close your eyes and enjoy his now gentle touch. But you pulled away from him and looked at yourself in the mirror again. "I'm not sure about the jumpsuit, because I already wore it this morning..." , you mumbled to yourself. "Don't worry so much." Feyd said to you. You continued to hesitate. "Please give me another five minutes." , you told him politely and walked quickly towards your closet, while Feyd sat down on your large, comfortable barock armchair and continued to watch you. He didn't feel like saying anything.

"I'm not really a fan of dresses, but I have two or three that might look good. I have a red one, made of velvet." , you explained to him. He raised his eyebrows in interest. "Like the wrapping on your gift today?" , he grinned. You looked at him briefly over your shoulder, then at the box on your bedside table, which someone had placed there while you had been away. "Don't forget to open yours later." , you smiled at him. "I won't." , he replied as you turned back to your clothes. Without saying a word, you pulled out the dress and looked at it thoughtfully. An "Ohh." came from Feyd and he stood up expectantly and walked towards you. His fingers briefly felt the soft fabric. The length went all the way down to your leg-calf (with two slits at the sides), with a V-neck at the front like your jumpsuit and a deep neckline in the same shape at the back. The sleeves were long and tight-fitting. "Can I wear this or is it too-" "Put it on." , he interrupted you. He was sure it would suit you. There was a knock on the door. Again.

Feyd walked up to it and opened it. "Na-Baron Feyd-" "What is it?" , he asked, annoyed, as you disappeared into the bathroom to change clothes. "The guests have asked for you when-" "I can be there whenever I want. I'm not even forced to attend my own celebrations." , he replied angry. His counterpart was unsure how to answer him. But Feyd now asked how he knew that he had been in your chambers and not his. He was told that he had knocked there, but no one had opened the door. So perhaps he could have been with the Na-Baroness. Feyd nodded understandingly. "Not a word to the Baron about this, do you understand?" , he growled madly and his counterpart replied in the affirmative. Then he closed the door, totally annoyed by the guests and his uncle.

When he turned around, you were already standing in front of the mirror in your dress. Feyd grinned darkly when he saw that it showed off his bite wounds on your back. "Wear that! It looks fucking beautiful on you!" , he murmured, but deliberately kept his distance from you and leaned against the door. Yes, he was good at showing you off. "And don't talk back, forget what others might think about you! They should be more worried about what you might think of them, future Baroness!" He looked at your silver necklace again as you approached him. You had reapplied your perfume, he sniffed. He liked that scent on you. Feyd took one look at you from top to bottom and one corner of his mouth lifted as if by magic. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do anything about it. "Let's go, Na-Baroness." , he purred, took your slim hand and walked out of the door with you.

•

His arm was firmly around your waist throughout. But you could tell that Feyd had little appetite for the event. You had been here for about an hour and you had exchanged a few words with more Harkonnen than he had. They really seemed to have respect for you, which relieved you greatly. Your fiancé put your hair aside in between, so the other men could see his mark on your neck whenever they looked at you for too long. You didn't miss his behavior, but you didn't want to say anything about it now. Feyds eyes kept returning to his uncle, who was also watching you both. You were partly uncomfortable being watched by him after he had said those words about you. "He said everything is fine here. We're allowed to spend time together here, so let's do it." You heard Feyds voice. His grip briefly loosened from your waist to take your hand and place a pleasant kiss on your knuckles. "Let him be upset, it won't change anything." , he continued.

But he paused when his eyes suddenly caught sight of his two, still living, pets. "Who invited them?" , he growled softly, glaring at the ladies. Your hand still in his, his grip now tighter with anger. You looked over at them, they had also put on nice clothes and were holding a glass of champagne or something similar. Their eyes watched your every move. "Let's get out of here!" Feyd growled angrily as he wondered if this was a bad move on his uncles part. Had he already realized that he had murdered a lady? "No, it's not that bad." , you tried to reassure him. "Don't let those women spoil your birthday, hm." , you smiled and gently pulled him back to you. "I don't want them here!" , he spoke angrily. "Ignore them." , you whispered reassuringly and stroked his arm. You put your head on his shoulder, hoping it might relax him a little.

But you noticed how his muscles suddenly tensed up completely. You looked up at him in amazement and waited for a reaction. You followed his gaze and spotted Vladimir again, his look so disgusted by you that it startled you. What was his problem?

Your eyes wandered back to your fiancé and his gaze was so hateful, like he was about to slaughter everyone in the room. "Feyd, come with me." , you said and gently pulled him outside. When you were alone in a corridor, you stood in front of him and unclasped his wrist. "Feyd, what did the Baron say today when I left?" , you asked him. You could hear the concern in your voice. The man you spoke to only looked at you for a few seconds. His eyes flicked over yours thoughtfully. He was trying to concoct a believable lie in his head. "What do you mean?" , he asked, trying to buy time. "You know exactly what I mean!" , you answered him. Calmly, but firmly. "I realize that you and him don't have a good relationship. But you've never looked at him it the way you just did. At least not in my presence." , you explained.

Your arms crossed in front of your chest, avoiding his eyes for fear of his answer. You felt uncomfortable in the presence of his uncle. "Listen..." , he started after all. He didn't want to lie at that moment. The truth would come out eventually anyway. He would keep his answer short but direct. "... he is of the opinion that women have nothing to say. Not even a Baroness. She's really almost only there to provide a successor. But-" , he paused for a moment as he looked at your startled face. "But I don't think so. I've thought like him all these years, but not since I met you. I want you to be in charge with me once he dies. I want more from you than just getting you pregnant. I want you by my side as my baroness. And I already knew that when I spent the three days at your home. And that's why I came back here in the morning. To organize my thoughts and-" Feyd interrupted himself when you suddenly hugged him.

Feyd stood still at your sudden action, before he also put his arms around your body. One hand slowly stroked your bare back, feeling your spine. But he stopped moving again when you spoke up. "I was so scared when I was told that a Harkonnen could be my future husband. I was so scared when I heard your name. I was scared when you stood infront of me for the first time and I somehow had to exchange words with you. Even though my people were once allies of the Harkonnen. But that was so, so long ago." You felt him laugh briefly. Oh yes, he had known that you had been afraid of him. It had almost been funny, the way you had tried to hide it. Funny for him, in a dark way.

"And yet I quickly preferred you to... my other husband option." , you continued. Feyd hadn't known this, but because of his ego, he had been pretty sure that you would choose him. Even though that decision was also in his hands. What a 'coincidence' that you had chosen each other. "I treated you badly the first week you arrived here, I know. It's because my uncle kept trying to convince me that a Baroness isn't worth anything. And I didn't know what to do at first. But then I decided against his words! That's why he doesn't want us to see each other so often, and you know this!" With every word he said, his voice became more serious and angry. It seemed that Vladimir Harkonnens death was the only solution. Feyd would certainly not find this difficult, quite the opposite.

If you were lucky, you'd spend half a day together once or twice a week. Or a few secret minutes, when the time of day didn't matter at all. Mostly the nights, even if you only slept tightly together. And you just realized that today, after about a month, you spent a whole day with your fiancé here on Giedi Prime for the first time. And that was 'only' because it was his birthday and his uncle was probably turning a blind eye today. Normality would return tomorrow.

You might watch him train for a while, or just bump into him a few times in the corridors. You wouldn't talk to each other then, the risk of Vladimir finding out was too great. Most of the time, Feyd would stroke your arm or press a kiss to your lips, cheek or forehead as you walked past. Sometimes he ended his training early to check on you in your chambers. To give you at least a quick hug, to feel you somehow. If only for a minute. All this was supposed to change after the wedding, but just a few days ago you had talked about the fact that this might not be the case. As long as his uncle was in power, he could decide. Feyd had asked you more than once last evening to sleep with him in his bed that night.

But since you thought that the Baron would expect it anyway, because of Feyds birthday, you had given in and agreed. You had slept in Feyds bed more often than your own in the last few nights, but you were still worried that Vladimir would find out. And Feyd knew it. You probably wouldn't say it, but you had respect for the Baron. In an uncomfortable way.

Actually, your relationship was okay, he didn't insult you or anything like that. At least not in words. You had had the feeling from the start that he didn't like you somewhere. But you couldn't explain why this was the case. Then why had he considered you as a wife for his nephew? Because of your people's past?

You broke away from Feyd and the Harkonnen looked at you questioningly. You were almost dizzy from all the confusing thoughts. So many questions and no answers (yet?).

"Let's go back inside. Before they realize I stole you from your own celebration." , you smiled, trying to look more cheerful again. He felt your hand take his and he intertwined his fingers with yours. "We'll stay for another hour or so, all right? And then you'll get your gift first! I'm almost afraid I'll forget to give it to you." He pressed a kiss to your temple without words as you re-entered the great hall. "Something to drink?" A lady in front of you suddenly asked, holding a tray with various drinks in her hands. You reached for a water with ice cubes, Feyd opted for a slightly alcoholic drink. "Pregnant, Na-Boroness?" Your counterpart asked with a joyful smile. You swallowed yourself immediately and Feyd struggled to stifle a grin. "No, no." You explained, still coughing slightly. "Not yet." , he added, squeezing your hand briefly. "I think the offspring will be beautiful when the time comes. Na-Baron, Na-Baroness." , she said as goodbye. You were still a little perplexed. Was it just a nice joke because of your drink? Or did she think you were already intimate, even before the wedding? Or did she even _know_ because of your bite wounds. Yes, you knew exactly why you wanted to cover them up earlier!

"Do I look pregnant?" , you asked the Harkonnen next to you. He thought the question was a joke at first, but he immediately realized from the look on your face that you were serious. "Have I put on weight?" , you continued to ask. "No, (y/n). To be honest, I even have the feeling that you've lost some weight." Feyd explained to you. He quickly pulled you to a snack bar and took a chocolate between his fingers. "Here, I'm sure you'll like this." You tried to take the chocolate from his hand, but he pulled it back. Shaking your head but grinning, you opened your mouth and he put the sweet chocolate on your tongue. Yes, it tasted good and you grabbed two more. "You haven't anything at all today!" , he spoke rather sternly. You shook your head. You hadn't felt hungry at all from all the feelings. "But neither have you." , you replied. Feyd grinned again as you put the second chocolate between your teeth. "You seem to have forgotten. But I had a good breakfast and enjoyed some snacks in between." You stopped chewing and looked at him with wide eyes. You didn't know whether the praline melted on your tongue because of your saliva or because of the heat that shot into your head at that moment. Satisfied, Feyd reached for a chocolate for himself. "No. Sweet, but not as sweet as your nectar." Completely perplexed and ashamed, you stepped away from him. He looked after you for a moment, confused, knowing that he had left you speechless again. And he was proud to see your flushed face.

He watched as you stepped out onto the large balcony. Another Harkonnen also watched your movements, then looked questioningly at Feyd. A buddy of his. He walked up to the Na-Baron and asked what was wrong with you. "Everything's fine. Literally!" , the Na-Baron winked and greeted him with a friendly handshake. "Are you sure? Your fiancée just had a very red head. Did something happen?" "Happened? Oh, a lot happened today. And it's not the first time she blushed today either." His buddy grinned understandingly. "Do you two get on well? She makes a rather quiet impression." , he pointed out.

Feyd thought about how to answer the question for a moment and looked at you standing on the balcony, gazing into the night. "She's a warrior. She knows how to handle knives and swords. And she knows how to defend herself without weapons. Thankfully, she's not a spoiled little princess like my other choice. She may have a quiet character, but she's got a damn dark inside. Just what I need. Just what Giedi Prime needs... don't underestimate her." , warned the Na-Baron.

Yes, a warning.

No one should offend you! He didn't even stop at the few friends he had. And he noticed it in Feyd's suddenly gloomy look. His eyes narrowed into a slit. "What do you think of me, Feyd?" he asked sternly. "I haven't forgotten that you once asked me if you could borrow my whores. If you look at the Na-Baroness once, even for a second, with certain eyes, I will throw your head at her feet." Feyd growled.

What was wrong with him today? He hadn't felt this emotional for a long time. No matter what emotional state. And he didn't know whether this was good or bad. The only thing he knew was that you triggered feelings and emotions in him that he had never felt before. It was affection and well-being, but also a kind of anger and hatred. He liked holding you in his arms or lying on your chest himself. Your gentle touches, like the kiss on his shoulder this morning. Something he had never thought about before, because he didn't know that these feelings even existed. He had always thought that something like 'love' was an extremely stupid fantasy. Stupid talk from weak people. But ever since he knew you, something happened inside him. Especially today. And he was almost certain that it wasn't just because he had touched you sexually several times today.

"What did she gift you?" , his counterpart asked him. Feyd cleared his throat once to push his thoughts aside. "She'll give it to me later. If you mean something material." Feyd spoke casually, rather uninterestedly. Gifts were irrelevant to him. "Material?" , his buddy asked. Feyd grinned perversely at him. "She has good body." Was his reply. Understanding punched him in the shoulder. "So that's where her reddish spots on her back come from?" "Not just there." Both men looked at you again briefly. "Is she good?" , echoed in Feyd's ears. "She... she's reserved. But I can understand why. After all, strictly speaking, we shouldn't even be intimate yet. But that doesn't bother us." he explained with dignity. "What, she's not blowing you or what?" , the other asked in astonishment. Feyd shook his head emotionlessly. "No, not yet." , came out of his mouth just as emotionlessly. "Then she's boring." His, now presumably soon-to-be-former buddy Farris laughed, as Feyd growled menacingly at him."I said the reasons are understandable! Didn't you listen to me?"

 If looks could kill.

"She was ra- get out, get out!" Feyd corrected himself. "But! You can have the two whores, the pets." , he hissed, pointing at the ladies on the other side of the hall. "I don't need them anymore." "Why?" , he asked, visibly irritated. "I have a fiancée now... that's nothing new, really." Did he really have to explain? "So what? Does it make a difference?" Feyds eyes pierced him. The anger in them clearly visible. "I want to be loyal. After all, this woman is going to give birth to my child!" he growled between his black-stained teeth. The other man raised his hands in appeasement. "What about the other one? The third one?" Feyds angry expression changed. He smiled slightly. "I killed her today." , he answered the question. "I just felt like doing it." He added. "So suddenly?" Farris asked. Feyd actually had to think about it for a moment. Had he really only intended to do it today, or had he felt like it before, but unconsciously? "I don't know." , he answered honestly. "But it had to happen today. Just be glad that the two of them were able to escape. You can claim their bodies now, for a few days. After that, I'll kill them!" , he growled. "Now, go!" Baffled, he left the party. Picking a fight with the Na-Baron here and now would only make him a murder victim himself.

Shaking his head, Feyd also stepped onto the balcony, enjoying the cool air that caressed him. "My baroness." , he greeted you and his hand came to your lips to give you another chocolate. "Yes, if this keeps up, I'm going to look pregnant." , you laughed and let the chocolate melt on your tongue. His blue eyes scrutinized you from top to bottom. 'Maybe I don't mind, that' he thought. His hand rose and his fingers stroked your back again. His bites and hickeys on display. Oh yes, the guests knew you were his property. Even now, before the wedding. The pleasant scent of your perfume reached his nose and he placed his lips on your neck. "You're... very affectionate today, Na-Baron." "Ah, and now in the evening, is that a problem, Na-Baroness (y/n) (y/l/n)?" , he growled back.

"No. Not at all, actually." he heard you whisper. His eyes looked up at you and he thought he could feel your pulse as he reached for your wrist. He kissed your neck again, directly on your wound. You wouldn't have admitted it at that moment, but the wound was actually starting to hurt a little. Especially when you turned your head. Maybe it had been better to have removed the make-up after all. "But your blood tastes like dark chocolate." , he purred against your ear. Laughing for a moment, you freed yourself from his grip. What a bad charmer. "The candy made me hungry, I'm going to get something." Feyd let you pass, a slight smile still gracing his lips. He licked it, taking in the slightly metallic taste.

But his reasonably good mood evaporated when his now, still unknowingly, re-given Pets entered the balcony and stood next to him. "What do you want?" , he asked, annoyed. "I think I've made it clear enough to you today that I no longer require 'your services'." Before one of them could answer, he said: "I 'handed you over', by the way. Maybe five minutes ago. To my buddy Farris. He wanted to borrow you once before, but I said no." he explained, as if he were talking about the weather. "What? Why didn't you say no now?" one of them asked angrily. Feyd couldn't believe his ears and looked directly at the two ladies.

His eyes fell on the glasses in their hands. "How many glasses did you have tonight? Are you trying to forget what happened this morning? Or do you not even realize that there are only two of you now?" It almost hurt Feyd to say these words. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to such stupid creatures. "Maybe you'd be quiet now if I'd fucked the other one in the wound while she was still alive and fondled the Na-Baroness's pussy! Killing her in front of you and ripping her open, it seems like, wasn't enough!"

Just then you stepped back onto the balcony, your plate filled with some sauces and dough-pieces. Your eyebrows immediately drew together and your eyes wandered between him and them. Waiting for an explanation. "Bacause of her." Feyd said, pointing his finger briefly at you. He took the small knife from your plate and pointed it at the two female Harkonnen. "I don't need a big and pointy weapon to take your lives now. I wouldn't even need the knife here. It would be just as easy to rip your arms out with my bare hands." he continued, always in a monotone. "But I don't feel like causing a bloodbath now. Bon appétit, ma chère." , he said as he put the knife back on your plate.

"And now fuck off! I've kicked Farris out too. You're welcome to keep him company." Feyds smile was not amused. It was full of mockery. And disappeared as soon as the two pets left the balcony. You snorted angrily and took your first bite. "Should I have broken their arms or ripped them out now?" Feyd asked you. A little disappointed by your reaction. "No, their heads!" you growled with your mouth full. Feyd watched you for a moment, remembering what he had just said to his buddy. 'A bloody dark inside'! His eyes fell on your dark red lips, remembering how you'd bitten his pectoral muscle so hard today that it had started to bleed. "Do you like it?" he asked, with the irony in his head. You nodded. "Very much. I'll get something else in a minute. It's good to eat something now." You took another bite. A light breeze blew, making your hair move a little in the air. "Let me know if it's too cold." , he stated. "Not so far, all good. It's actually quite pleasant." You leaned your head against his shoulder again as a loving gesture. But you immediately stood up straight when you saw how many people were watching you through the glass. You stopped chewing in shock. Some smiled, others looked at you with interest. You were a little relieved that no one was giving you a dirty look. Or maybe you just couldn't spot anyone. "What is it?" Feyd asked, amused. "There were a lot more Harkonnen looking at you this morning. And... you looked more interesting then. Nothing against your current outfit." "I look more interesting in sweatpants and with my hair unkempt just because I wasn't wearing anything on top?" , you asked with a confused look. "For me, yes!" , he teased you. You hastily finish the last bite on your plate to distract yourself somehow.

The Harkonnen realized that he should actually change the subject. "Do you want to go swimming later?" he asked you as you gulped down your food. "Swimming? Here?" Your eyebrows went up and you looked at him again. "Mhh, a thermal." "Oh, wow. What haven't you shown me yet?" , you asked a counter question. "There are still a few things." , he pondered. "I don't have a bikini or swimsuit yet." Feyd remained conspicuously silent. When you looked up at him again, you saw another perverse grin. "Am I supposed to be in under- Oh!" you whispered, understanding. Feyd nodded mutely. "No... no, I can't do that." "Why can't you do that, Na-Baroness?" you stammered. Feyd asked, tilting his head. "I got some clothes from the chambermaids a few days ago. Maybe there's something suitable in there, I haven't even looked at the clothes yet." you said, thinking about it. "Well, then let's relax in the hot water later." , he said firmly as fireworks sounded again and the area turned a soft turquoise and blue.

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A little later, you went back inside because it was getting too chilly for you. It was nice and warm inside. You had settled down on one of several large black leather couches. You both didn't feel like sitting at the table. The guests should have realized by now that you two really liked each other. Feyd wasn't afraid to touch you or kiss you anywhere. One of his hands was always somewhere on your body. You were only aware of three people who had a problem with this. His uncle and the whores. And you were both sure that it wouldn't change with any of them. You had first sat down next to Feyd, but he had immediately pulled you onto his lap. This made you a little taller and his head leaned on your cleavage. Your calm breathing relaxed him and even made him a little tired for a moment. But he hadn't forgotten that he still wanted to go to the thermal with you. Your fingers stroked his neck and he enjoyed the gentle touch.

You observed the many guests who were spread around the room and everyone was talking to everyone else. "You know what?" , he interrupted your silence. "What?" , you asked with interest. "All the ones you see here. All the ones you saw in the arena - they'll do as you say." , he began to explain. "You can order them to do what you want, they'll do it for you. Maybe question something and ask you if you're really sure of your opinion. But if you say yes, they will follow your request, my Baroness." He felt your fingers stop stroking him. You looked at all the guests, let your eyes wandering through the hall. You remembered the Harkonnen crowd from the morning. You realized, almost unpleasantly, that you liked Feyd's words. You would, with him, be in charge. You smiled darkly. Feyd noticed your reaction and pulled your head down to kiss you. "Maybe you'll dream about killing my uncle tonight. You can tell me about it tomorrow." , he joked darkly. "Tomorrow?" , you asked and the smile disappeared from your face. "Ah fuck..." , he mumbled. "I'll... I'll arrange something. We usually manage that. Most of the time. Sometimes." The Na-Baron looked at his uncle. The hatred for him was growing stronger by the day.

Especially since you've been here. He destroyed your alliance. Alliance? How could an alliance be formed if you could only see each other every two days or three? Mostly for a few minutes. Secretly.

You heard him growl. And it wasn't the kind you heard when you were intimate. It was an angry, hateful one. "Shhh. Stay calm, my Baron." , you whispered, trying to calm him down. "He's destroying everything! I should have let you kill him when the guards no longer had you in their grasp!" , he bared between his dark teeth. "I didn't have a weapon." , you decided, taking part in his words. "You could have rammed his smoking pipe down his throat or into his skull!" , growled your fiancé. "Hmm..." , you thought about it and looked briefly at his uncle. The back of your hand caressed Feyd's cheek and he took it to hold yours in his hand, feeling his ring on your finger. Your hands were quite cold, as they always were. He had wondered early on whether there might be a health problem behind it. "... Then I'll try to dream about it, my future husband." , he heard your voice. “Let’s get rid of all the creatures that stand in our way!” Feyd spoke as if he were in a trance, but his tone was aggressive. “But now...” , he began, pushing you from his lap. “...Let’s go swimming, relax at the thermal!” As soon as he uttered the words, he was on his feet, pulling you by the wrist behind him. You said only fleetingly goodbye to the guests you, but rather Feyd, knew. Some of them you didn't know, but you were sure it would change.

You noticed Feyd turning around in between. "What's going on? Is someone following us?" "No. But it wouldn't be untypical for my uncle to have a spy sent for us," , he explained. "Especially since he knows we've spent a lot more time together today than we're actually allowed to," , you added with a sigh. "Don't think about him. Not today, not now!" Feyd spoke as you both arrived outside your chambers. "I'll pick you up in ten minutes," , he added. "But I hope you don't have a swimsuit." You wanted to punch him playfully, but you didn't. Fiancé or no fiancé. He was still the Na-Baron. Instead, you rolled your eyes grinning nastily and closed the door behind you. You didn't know Feyd was standing on the other side for a few more seconds, breathing in the last whiff of your perfume.

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I'm currently thinking about you both actually killing the Baron. On Arrakis? Personally, I was almost surprised in the cinema that Feyd didn't stab him or slit his throat when Vladimir was lying on the floor. Do you want me to change that?

And yes, he deliberately hasn't told you about Arrakis yet. (And he said „no lies“ bla bla…)

Also, I would love to give you some Harkonnen (girl)friends. I have the feeling that the Reader is pretty lonely without Feyd. Would you be okay with that?

What happens in the next chapter:

Probably petting in the thermal & you biting him until he bleeds again, talking about marriage and having a child, inferior Feyd to you (he talks about feelings), very soft intimacy (no bloody bites at this time, him being super slow, to savor the moment), he will tell you in his mother-language that he has feelings for you (thanks to @belovedbastardremus 🖤), thunderstorm and rain in the background, death of his two pets (described - blood & gore! + wound fucking & sexuell touch on you - blood on you both again), obsessed Feyd (unhealthy), probably stalking, disagreements between you (you will use his words "no lies or secrets" against him - because you know more about him as he thought), you will cry, Feyd also briefly(!), his uncle will be very shitty to you both... 🤫

(⬆️ Order not completely correct, I have to write the chapter first...)

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Secret Sweetheart - Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

A/n: Because who doesn't love AMC? Also I've basically been dangling this fic in front of @lostinwoso for a while now but I finally finished it and started working on the sequel before the final yesterday... enjoy!

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No more dating teammates. That was what Ana decided after her last break-up.

Walking towards the door that opened out onto the path to the training pitch, Ana was not expecting to catch one of her teammates in her arms as they stumbled backwards. Her hands on your hips to steady you, Ana couldn’t help but smell a sweet citrus scent as you twisted in her arms, your hands on her shoulders momentarily before you gave the Swiss woman a sweet smile. 

Your sweet smile was contradicted by the mischievousness in your eyes however, as you headed away, secretly plotting how to get back at Patri later.

The citrus scent soon faded as Ana was snapped out of her haze by the door opening behind her, revealing a confused Leila who was wondering why Ana was blocking the door.

“What are you doing?” Leila enquired, but you were long gone, so Ana looked like she was just blocking the door for no reason, the Swiss woman shrugging at Leila before the Spaniard hooked an arm around her shoulders, heading towards the training pitch together.

She might sound ridiculous but there was something about the way you smelled like baked goods that had Ana intrigued. Did you live near a bakery? You didn’t, but you kept your secret to yourself.

Even when sweet treats started appearing in the canteen, these specific treats had been cleared by the dietary staff. Your teammates adored the banana bread that was left one day, then a few weeks later, somehow brownies had gotten approved by the staff (they had beetroot in, although nobody could tell).

Then one training after a UWCL group stage game, muffins appeared. Teammates none the wiser, they didn’t even notice how you never tried any of the healthy treats, but the pieces were slowly falling into place for the Swiss national player.

You smelt like ground spices one morning as you arrived at morning training. The aroma immediately catching Ana’s attention, she didn’t mean to let her eyes linger as you went to change into your training gear, but the playfully confused look as you glanced up from tying your laces didn’t go unnoticed by her.

“See something you like?”

“You smell nice today.” Ana could feel the heat on her face, you had caught her.

“Only today? I’m kidding, but you should probably get one of those protein ball things someone brought to the canteen this morning. That hungry look in your eye is quite noticeable.” You teased, grinning at how Ana's face went through several emotions quickly.

“Oh, really?” Ana let out a breath of laughter, her hand reaching out to your arm as you made to walk out to training.

“You might need the energy,” you took a step closer to the Swiss international player, biting your lip for a moment, “I think we’ve got a gym session today.” 

Ana’s jaw hung open as you walked away, catching up with Patri to attempt to swipe the speaker from her, the aim being to try to play something other than reggaeton. 

Your comment about ‘protein ball things’ as you put it, crept up again in Ana’s mind between training sessions for the day, the team heading inside when a shout from Pere down the corridor caught everyone’s attention.

“These things taste so good!”

You hid your smirk in a very fake sneeze, eventually turning it into a light cough, hiding the truth of the protein balls, and every other baked healthy treat that had appeared the last few months in the canteen.

Ana paused in chewing, the spices eliciting a hum as she enjoyed the taste of the protein ball, before familiarity hit her. She’d smelt these ground spices before somewhere…

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“Are you going to dinner tonight?” Leila enquired, approaching you after training but you shook your head.

“I’m at a charity conference ball, I don’t know- Ale, what’s the mental health charity thing we’re at tonight supposed to be again?” You replied, turning to try to find your captain, who was talking to Ana and Irene.

“Gala.” Alexia filled in the blanks in your memory.

“Ah, yeah, smart clothes event. Smarter than smart clothes for team dinner anyway…” Your nose crinkled up, wondering if you could wear cleaned up trainers or if you needed to polish your smart shoes that you hadn’t worn since you were in school but still somehow fit.

“You say that like you do not dress up nicely for team dinners.” Ana pointed out, feeling heat in her cheeks as you smirked, making Alexia and Irene smile in amusement.

“Just team dinners?”

“No, no, not just-” Ana scrambled to fix her words, but you had already disappeared across the room to dance with Leila, leaving a smile on the Swiss international’s lips.

“Cheeky little-”

“You two would be good together.” Irene pointed out, whilst Alexia nodded in agreement, her eyes following where you were dancing and how Ana’s eyes still lingered on you.

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The photos from the gala surfaced on the internet quickly, the photos of you and Alexia attending the charity gala on behalf of Barcelona, and on behalf of the mental health charity you had been involved with even in the early days of your career. Back when you volunteered and participated in bake sales to help raise money. Something you kept doing, anonymously though, even now.

Ana hadn’t meant to be so distracted by Instagram, but the photos of you dressed up for the gala were stuck in her mind, and on her phone as she looked at the smile on your face, the fight in your eyes.

Your work for the mental health charity dated back before you joined Barcelona, having spent two years in the WSL after moving from the Damallsvenskan. You were younger than Rolfö, who had gone from the Damallsvenskan in Sweden to the Frauen-Bundesliga, but you knew Rolfö from the Swedish national team… 

“Ey!” Jenni laughed, turning around to find Ana had walked into the back of her. Ana hadn’t even realised she was daydreaming about you until she walked into the back of Jenni, who raised an eyebrow, grinning at her friend and teammate.

Whatever Jenni was saying went unheard as Ana spotted Rolfö with her arm around your shoulder, the two of you talking about something in Swedish but you smiled when you met Ana’s gaze.

“Hey, did you two hear? Someone brought Scandinavian foods in, they look homemade!”

“I think we will be the judges of that.” You whispered to Rolfö, stealing a wink at Ana before the two of you hurried away to find your fellow Scandinavian teammates on the team and get their opinions on your baking. But none of them knew it was your baking…

“Hmm, could be better.” You murmured but Rolfö elbowed you, a knowing look on her face. She’d had this treat once before, but it tasted even better than when you brought some to your first Swedish national camp years ago.

“You have gotten even better at making these.” Your national teammate whispered in Swedish to you, smiling as you bashfully looked down, trying to ignore the weird moans some of your teammates were making to emphasise how much they liked the anonymously donated baked treats.

“I try my best. Plus, better looking and better tasting, more money for charity.” You replied, your use of Swedish getting the attention of more than just Rolfö, but Caro and Ingrid shrugged it off, choosing to chat to Marta and Mapi, respectively, about the baked treats.

Ana watched from the corner of her eye, holding one of the baked goods in her hands, away from Leila who was about to swipe it.

“What do you think? Do you feel tempted by Scandinavian sweet treats now?” You teased Ana later on after practice, not expecting to see her smirk.

“I was feeling tempted by a Scandinavian sweet treat before now.” Ana’s boldness made your spine tingle with goosebumps, her hand drifting up to remove an eyelash from your cheek.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Biting your lip nervously, you waited for Ana’s answer, but her smile was enough.

“What do you have in mind?”

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What you had in mind was Ana coming around to your place, especially when the restaurant you wanted to originally go to was closed for the evening for a deep clean or something. Or that’s what your friend (who had attended one of the bake sales you gave baked goods to in order to raise money for charity) said anyway.

One of which was coming up and you wanted to make something for it. The sweet aroma in the air had you cracking open a window, but you kept an eye on the timer, then the clock to check when Ana was arriving.

Glancing through the window of your oven, you observed the rising muffins carefully, taking another glance at the timer before hearing the buzzer go off.

Hurrying over to press the button to let whoever it was into the building, you checked through the peephole as Ana arrived at the door, opening it after taking another glance at the timer in your kitchen.

“Hey. I hope it’s okay we eat in…” chewing your lip, you were glad you requested a quiet but cosy and fun night instead of something fancy. The gala wiped out your motivation for fancy fancy right now.

“Well, this place smells amazing, what are you making?” Ana enquired, tilting her head to the side as she heard a timer go off.

“Muffins.”

“A lot of muffins?” Ana raised an eyebrow, but you didn’t see how her face lit up with realisation, and intrigue, because you were throwing on your oven gloves and removing the trays of muffins from the oven.

“These can’t be for the team…” Ana trailed off, having not figured out everything as you smirked slightly.

“Nope. My dear Sherlock, you have only figured out half of the puzzle. These are not for the team, these are for a charity bake sale. The team is only allowed the super healthy stuff that has to be approved by the dietitians.” You explained, amused by the look on Ana’s face.

“You act all tough on the pitch, but you are secretly a sweetheart.”

“Secretly? I mean… I keep the baking a secret, I used to volunteer for bake sales for charity before football. When football took off, I changed to doanting the baking anonymously. It means more than just being a face at a gala to me, dressed up in fancy clothing that you’re terrified you’ll somehow stain… plus my baking doesn’t entirely suck. Parents let their children get something from the bake sale… and the staff let the team eat what I anonymously donate to the canteen too. My baking isn’t poisonous.”

“Did you just compare the team to children?”

“Leila tried to steal your snack out of your hand because you were taking too long to eat it.” You deadpanned, making Ana grin at you in a way that left your cheeks feeling warm.

“So, what did you have planned for this evening? Besides revealing you’re a sweetheart who likes to bake for charity bake sales in your off time.” 

“Um… order some takeaway, watch a movie and enjoy the evening with my favourite Swiss national player?” You chewed your lip, draping clean tea towels over the muffins for them to cool down undisturbed.

“Wow. Your favourite Swiss national player?” Ana replied, watching you squirm on the spot for a minute, “so what did you want to order? I don’t think there are any places that do Swedish desserts though.”

“Wow, let’s have dinner first, you have to take me out on a date before you get any Swedish dessert from me…” You murmured, not seeing how Ana’s cheeks were now aflame, as you turned to grab the local takeaway menus you had gathered from your time living in Barcelona.

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It wasn’t much for a first date but Ana liked it enough that she decided to take you out next time for the second one. Especially after the two of you ended up snuggling on your couch, watching a movie and enjoying each other’s company a little too much.

You had been too nervous to kiss Ana, your confidence in your kissing ability having taken a nosedive. Lingering in the doorway when Ana went to head off for the night, how you chewed nervously at your lip but your gaze kept drifting from her eyes to hers? Ana figured it out. One hand on your hip and the other under your chin, taking a moment for you to nod. Yes you wanted this. Her lips met yours.

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“What is that lovestruck smile for?” Rolfö teased as she found you staring into space, the lovestruck smile that she was referring to painted across your lips.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you smiled at your national teammate and best friend at the club.

“I had a good time last night.” You replied, spotting Ana arriving at the training pitch with the drinks cooler.

“With Ana? Finally, you two were taking forever!”

“Nobody else knows, we’ve only had two dates, and kissed once… but…” You trailed off, watching Ana in your periphery.

“But I’ve never seen you like this about anyone.” Rolfö teased, pulling you into a celebratory hug before everyone was called over to listen to what the coaches had to say for this training session.

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Nobody else but Rolfö knew, at first anyway. The two of you were taking it slow after spending the Euros away from each other in England, Ana with the Swiss national team and you with the Swedish team. The two of you were keeping it to yourselves, but with a sprinkle of Rolfö teasing you with knowing looks and smiles when you and Ana stood within metres of each other upon reuniting in pre-season at Barcelona.

It wasn’t until everyone was eating together in the canteen that someone else noticed how close you and Ana had gotten, as Caro went to pick up her fork from the floor.

Climbing under the table to grab it, the Norwegian’s eyes landed on how Ana’s hand rested on your thigh. Obscured by the table from above, you both thought none of your teammates could see, but Caro had already seen enough.

The last member of the Nordics at Barcelona to find out was Ingrid, but it didn’t take long for her to find out either, trying to ask you a question about the movie that you, her, Caro and Rolfö had watched together last night. A question that went entirely unheard by you, because you were completely entranced by Ana, across the room.

“Do you see something you like? You are not subtle.” Ingrid asked, pointing out the obvious as you turned to look at her, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Instead you were caught ogling your girlfriend but nobody else on the team knew you two were dating, besides each other, and Rolfö.

“I- I’m thirsty.” You stammered over your words, hurrying away to find your drinks bottle somewhere.

“Not for water.” Ingrid murmured under her breath, rolling her eyes playfully as Mapi approached, missing the context completely as she smiled in confusion at her girlfriend’s statement.

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None of your other teammates had questioned the closeness between you and Ana, even when you were holding pinkies in the most obvious of moments around the team.

“Surprised you did not invite Ana to tonight.” Caro broke the quiet as the two of you prepped the snacks for movie night for the Nordic Barcelona teammates.

“She’s busy, and Switzerland and Croatia aren’t classed as Northern Europe?” You frowned in confusion, ignoring how you froze and almost dropped the bag of freshly popped popcorn everywhere but the bowl. You hoped your excuse was enough, because technically significant others were not here anyway.

“Her nationality doesn’t stop her from having her hand on your thigh at each team meal.” Caro chuckled, but you pretended like you didn’t hear her comment, mouthful of the popcorn you took through into the living room.

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It wasn’t until El Clásico arrived that feelings came to a head. Real Madrid had never been close to a win, their determination, or desperation was showing.

Rolfö had Athenea in her pocket, the younger girl frustrated and almost turning the game into a wrestling match as she struggled.

Your love had managed to get the first goal of the match, not seeing how much her sliding on her knees in celebration had flustered you as Pina had beaten you in the race of being the first to hug her. (You got the photo printed after the match.)

Ana scored 4 minutes in, but the match was dragging out. Real Madrid’s desperation was beginning to irritate you as you had your jersey tugged more than once, hands trying to throw you off of balance but it wasn’t enough to bring you to your knees, (only Ana could do that) let alone take you down to the ground.

Rolfö crossed the ball in, but one of Real Madrid’s defenders got involved, leading to another corner for Barcelona and Mapi to take. It was a scramble as the ball fell down, reaching Patri’s feet but it was caught on a Real Madrid player, whose attempt to get the ball away led the ball to reach you, sending the ball flying in.

You barely had time to react as Ana sweeped you up into her arms, your fingers clinging to her jersey out of instinct as you rested your forehead against hers. Luckily Rolfö managed to reach the two of you in time to break the little moment, Irene moments later pulling you into a hug. But Irene’s hug didn’t have the same meaning that Ana’s did.

Your first goal came at the 43rd minute, but nothing else significant happened before half-time. You could almost taste the intensity of the match, especially the frustration from the Real Madrid team after their centre back, Rocío Gálvez caught the ball on the back of her heel, resulting in an own goal.

The grabbing and pushing was getting worse after that, looking back on it, you would call the battle you had with your marker more like a deadly tango of sorts, deadly because you were far more bruised than you had been when playing against Levante Las Planas three days prior.

Zornoza’s left footed attempt hit the post in the 58th minute, with the game turning to rough and tumble quickly after. It was during the chaos leading up to Rolfö’s goal in the 81st minute that you saw red.

Rocío Gálvez had sent Ana tumbling to the ground within the penalty area, the referee acting as the whistle was blown, but you took the whistle as one to lunge at Gálvez, only stopping in your tracks as Ana caught you, pulling you into her arms. Holding you close, the referee took time to declare a penalty to Barcelona would be given, the team looking between them for who would be the one to take it.

“Take the penalty for me?” Ana’s voice was all you heard through the ringing in your ears, pulling away from where you had buried your face in Ana’s jersey to look at her and nod. Her fingers reached up to wipe gently under your eyes, cupping your face as you met her gaze. Nodding with determination in your eyes, the two of you had to hurry before you were accused of time wasting.

You didn’t see Lucy trying to throw Misa off by doing the same warm-up as the goalkeeper usually did for penalties, standing in wait with a glare on your face.

The memory of you actually kicking the ball was blurry, but you remembered the ball in the net, Misa diving the wrong way and the look of despair on her face before Ana was spinning you around in celebration of your goal.

The memory of the 5-0 victory against Real Madrid was lodged in your mind, but your teammates recalled the game slightly differently compared to you and Ana. Because up until that match, your teammates (minus Rolfö, Caro and Ingrid) had no idea you and Ana were together.

“Since when have you two been a thing?”

“Finally!”

“You two can’t keep secrets from us!”

“They don’t know all our secrets.” You whispered to Ana, gesturing to the mystery that had resulted in you and Ana getting together in the first place. Your baking hobby that had inadvertently led to you catching Ana’s attention after she swore off dating teammates.

Your secret baking hobby had led to you becoming Ana’s sweetheart in all aspects of life. Whilst for you, in addition to all of that, Ana had become your partner in crime helping you prepare for the bake sales you donated your baking to, and becoming your plus one for some of the events you attended as you worked to support mental health charities.

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I’m new here so I’m sorry if I missed an FAQ about rec lists instead of general fic locate requests. If you do regular rev lists on your fave fics but can you do a list of your favorite Stackson Brotp fics? Like it’s still endgame Sterek but still has a healthy dose of Stackson brotp please. I’d really appreciate it

joonniverse asked:

Hey there ! Would you happen to have any fic recs where Jackson and Stiles are/become really close? Any Stiles centric pairing is fine

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Anonymous asked:

May i get some fic recs for Jackson and stiles friendship? Either childhood friends or became friends post Canon or anything in between. If stackson happens that is also ok as is any other ship.

Alright friends. It took me a minute but here's some of my favorite Stiles and Jackson friendship fics. (alternatively this could be renamed " A list of mostly isthatbloodonyourshirt fics")

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles

(1/1 I 10,146 I Mature I Sterek)

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth.

The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles.

Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles.

Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal.

He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 15,980 I Teen I Sterek)

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

“—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 17,984 I Teen I Sterek)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?”

The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad.

But she answered anyway.

“Mischief.”

Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted.

“Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 17,935 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

I've Lived A Better Day by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(18/18 I 32,819 I Not Rated I Sterek)

When Stiles comes across a rogue Alpha during his first year at Berkeley, the ensuing fight doesn't exactly go his way. He calls an unlikely ally to help him with his transition, and finds out his new pack isn't quite who he might have thought it would be.

Stiles is now left with the task of trying to figure out how his old life will fit in with his new, but that is not without its challenges.

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(1/1 I 53,977 I Teen I Sterek)

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

Have You Met Me? by Niecy8

(23/23 I 60,462 I Mature I Steter)

Derek’s eyes widened as his mouth contorted. “Good luck with that. First of all, he has sworn off alphas. Second of all, he will never ever agree to fake date and third of all, he’s just as stubborn as you.”

Oh, this idea of his was becoming more of a challenge. Peter certainly doesn’t want to back down now. “Please Derek. I am Peter Hale. I am charismatic as fuck. I can steal candy from a baby. Stiles will be no match for me.” And he was an omega. Despite what his nephew said, he could definitely turn on his alpha charm and the boy will be putty in his hand. It would be a slam dunk in his book.

Laughing through a wheeze which was rude by the way, Derek caught his breath. “Please tell me when you go to his place so I can video when he slams the door in your face.”

Later, there would be a door slammed in his face. Yet the boy did take the flowers Peter brought over as an ice breaker before doing so because Peter can be warming and Derek was not there smirking at him so he called it win.

Yep, challenged accepted. He would most certainly convince a certain omega to fake date him for a week.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(7/7 I 196,137 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

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@lovesouthernsweettea and @harriet-wimsey suggested this one!

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 66,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

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@midnightwinterhawk suggested these!

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 65,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Shovels and Dirt by bellefire

(15/15 I 88,628 I Mature I Sterek)

The nogitsune’s power doesn’t leave Stiles after the spirit is defeated. No, it seems Stiles was changing and knowing what that darkness did to his friends he refuses to put them in danger again. He leaves without a word. Now in a new city with not quite new friends Stiles realizes no one can run forever. Because family doesn’t back down and also, yeah, that fuckin’ tree really is talking to him.

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@nolanfa suggested this one!

See You on the Other Side by damnitgreenberg

(18/18 I 146,077 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles isn't doing so well on the ‘dealing with life’ front. He'll admit to that freely, okay? But he quickly discovers he isn't the only one, and that person’s inability to adapt and roll with the punches may cost Stiles his own life.

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@ah-lone-drah suggested this one!

Derek's Person by ash_mcj

(3/? I 3,916 I General i Sterek)

Derek didn’t like people—they set him on edge in a way that nobody quite seemed to understand, much to his vexation. They always invited themselves into his space, like they somehow had a right to be there. They touched his clothes, his books, his skin—leaving their scents clinging to things that were supposed to smell like himself. They expected him to talk to them, and never managed to wrap their heads around the notion that he just couldn’t. Words were difficult for him to use most of the time, and despite all efforts to communicate in other ways, people just didn’t understand. But it didn’t matter anyway, because Derek didn’t like people and had no inclination to socialize with them.

But Stiles was…different, somehow. He did everything that Derek hated, and more. He intruded into Derek’s space, he rambled constantly, loudly, with flailing arms and fidgeting fingers—and his presence should have driven Derek up the wall, but it didn’t. Stiles didn’t set him on edge, like everyone else did. And maybe most surprising of all, he understood him.

[or: reclusive, feral-risk derek hale finds solace in a wild child, much to his pack’s surprise]

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles and jackson #anastasia review #submission

[suicide-bullet]

female reader and jake, halloween (i know it was so long ago but i wanted to do this) , if the description doesn't match you, feel free to change it up!!

strangers to lovers, cheating, cliche at the end!!!

the air between y/n and her boyfriend, kristian, was thick. the awkward silence making her squirm in her seat. the pair were on the way to a halloween party. they were sid vicious and nancy spungen, quite fitting to them. y/n and kristian were toxic, all of their friends knew it. hell, even y/n knew it. but she wouldn't leave him, she was too in love with him. no matter what he did, she'd still love him. as the couple arrived at the party, y/n rushed in, dragging herself over to the drinks. she picked up a random cup, downing the liquid inside. "what the fuck, y/n? do you even know what was in that. are you fucking stupid?"

"no. why does it matter?" she questioned, shrugging her shoulders. "because you don't know what was in it, y/n. god do you have any common sense?" he began to get agitated with his girlfriend, like he always did. tears pricked her eyes, as her face screwed up. "what the fuck, kristian." she commented, spinning around, and dragging herself away from the situation. "i'm not even going to deal with your shit tonight, come back to me when you're not being such a brat." he yelled, walking off to make himself a drink.

meanwhile, y/n walked throughout the large house, her boots thudding against the wooden flooring. her hair stuck to her forehead as it was so motherfucking hot. the smell of sweat, sex, alcohol, and drugs was enough to make her heave, but somehow comforted her simultaneously. she eventually, found an empty couch to sit down on, gripping her red, plastic cup full of vodka in her right hand. she sighed, looking around the room, at the multiple couples practically fucking right in front of her. her heart ached, at the thought of her boyfriend being accompanied by another girl, another nancy.

she felt the couch dip down next to her, turning her head, to be faced with a black haired man, he had a black leather jacket on, a graphic tee, black jeans, combat boots, and a black studded belt. "you good?" he questioned the blonde girl, she nodded, taking a swig from her cup. "nancy spungen?" the man questioned. y/n smiled and nodded, "how'd you know?" she asked in response. the man shrugged, "i don't know man, you kinda look like her."

y/n gasped, "no i do not. do not compare me to her, she is beautiful." the man laughed, "you do! it's the hair, and just like your overall face." y/n blushed, flashing him that million dollar smile. "you matchin' with someone, a sid vicious?" he questioned, y/n nodded. "my boyfriend." she sighed. the man furrowed his brows, "you don't seem happy about that, how come?"

she took a sip from her cup, rearranging how she sat, so she could fully see the man. fuck he was beautiful. he had beautiful brown eyes, and his arms were covered in tattoos. "it's just. we're really toxic, and i don't know what to do. people tell me to just leave him, but i love him, you know? and it's destroying me. i always wonder what i could do to make us happy again, like we used to be." the man nodded, "i get that. but if it's destroying you, then it's not love. with the right person, you don't have to work so hard to be happy, it just happens."

"i don't know what to do, fuck." she groaned, placing her head in her hands. he sighed, "don't worry about it now, just have a good time. it's halloween, nancy." she looked up, smiling. "my name isn't nancy, dipshit." he grinned, "then what is your name?" she hesitated, "y/n l/n."

"y/n l/n, what a pretty name, for an even prettier girl." he complimented, she laughed, making his stomach fill up with butterflies. "that was so cheesy. what about you mr therapist, what's your name?" he smiled down at the girl, "well how do ya do ma'am, my name is jake." jake replied in a southern accent, making her cackle, her laugh now making his eyes widen. "your laugh is fucking crazy, dude."

'mr bright side' by the killers, began playing on the speakers. y/n rushed her from her seat, her mouth falling agape. "oh my god, jake. you have to dance with me, i fucking love this song!" she exclaimed, grabbing his large hands, interlocking them with hers. jake laughed, "i don't dance." she shook her head, "you do now!" she yelled over the music.

she dragged him to where everyone else was, screaming the lyrics in his face. he laughed, she laughed. it was perfect, all the thoughts inside her head were quiet. she was at peace. jake didn't believe in love at first sight, neither did y/n. but fuck jake wanted her, he wanted her so bad. she was beautiful, the way her blonde curls bounced, the way she spun around, her brown eyes locking him in a trance.

his eyes flickered around her face, from her dark red lips and back to her eyes. the song slowed to a hault, turning into a slow, romantic melody. she smiled up at the boy, placing her hands on his shoulders. "feel like i'm in a fuckin' movie." jake admitted, placing his hands on her waist, they fit just right. a flush crept up on her face, keeping her head down.

"don't look away, please." he asked, she smiled, looking up at him, scanning his face for any kind of rejection. jake was in complete and utter awe. she looked as if she had been sculpted by angels, he wanted to sit and map out every single part of her body, for hours.

as the music stopped, she frowned. she wanted to stay like that with him forever, it was perfect. "you know, for someone who doesn't dance, you're pretty damn good." jake rolled his eyes, "you're only saying that cause you think i'm beautiful." he flicked his hair, making y/n laugh. "you are." she smiled up at him, her pupils blown with lust. she gawked at him, searching his face for anything and everything. the two talked for hours, about random ass things. their favourite food, their favourite shows, fuck anything you can name, they talked about it.

"what time is it?" y/n questioned, to which he replied, "2 am." she sighed, "i think i should get home. it's pretty late, and i have work in the morning." jake knew this moment was going to happen, he was dreading it, he just didn't know it would be so soon. "shit, yeah. you need a ride?" he offered, hoping she would say yes, and he could spend more time with her. "i would, but you know, kristian. i need to find him." she informed him with a clearly tired look on her face.

fuck he forgot about him, "i'll help you find him, don't want you getting lost." jake smiled, grabbing the girls hand. y/n took the lead, dragging jake throughout the house, looking for her boyfriends head of hair. she peered into an empty room, spotting what seemed to be a couple making out, but that hair looked too familiar. a melancholy feeling filled the air, a dry, sharp feeling engulfed her throat, all she could do was stare. "what is it, what's the matter?" jake questioned, leaning down to her level, pulling her to face him.

"it's kristian." she mumbled, a devastated look on her face. tears pricked her eyes, jake felt his heart wrench for the girl. "come on, let's go." he spoke, wrapping his arm around her, embracing her in his touch. sobs racked throughout her body, he just wanted to hold her, to let her know everything would be okay. "is it okay if we go to my place? i don't know where you live, sweetheart." he asked her, opening his car door, and buckling her seatbelt. she nodded, wiping her eyes. he had only known her a couple of hours, but it broke his heart to see her like this.

he sped off, wanting to be able to make sure she was okay as soon as possible. she winded her window down, the cold breeze hit her skin, drying the tears on her face. jake wanted so badly to admire her, to watch the beautiful girl sat next to him. but he also didn't want to crash. jake pulled up to his house surprisingly fast, getting out and opening her car door. her mascara and eyeshadow was all smudged down her face as the two walked into his house.

a much smaller man, with dark hair and piercings looked y/n up and down, his face screwing up. "shit, jake. what did you do to her, dude?" jake flipped him off, "shut the fuck up, go to your room." the man rolled his eyes, walking away. the house was empty but full, it smelt weirdly tropical, almost fruity with a tinge of marijuana. "listen, y/n," he started, pulling her down next to him, facing her.

"you deserve someone who's gonna treat you like you matter everyday, not just when it's convenient for them. you deserve someone who texts you boring little details of their day, just so they have a reason to talk to you. staying in a relationship just because you love somebody is not worth it. love is not all you need. respect is what you need. time is what you need. reassurance is what you need. happiness is what you need, a best friend is what you need. you deserve someone who chooses to make you a priority because they value you, they understand you and they want you. not some fuckin' asshole who doesn't see this beautiful, amazing, thoughtful girl right in front of him. if he's okay with losing you, stop fighting."

his words sunk deep into her wounds, all her past memories and thoughts of her relationship simply shattering. we cannot sit and stare at our wounds forever, we must move on.

"thankyou." she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him, he held her as she cried, littering kisses all over her face and neck. "he never deserved you." he was an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. the collision of starts that slammed into her hard and sent her neat little world plummeting into the ocean, jake was going to fix that. he was going to recollect the pieces, and puzzle them back together.

he knew from the moment he met her, he wanted her, and he was going to get her.

"you may now kiss the bride." with those words spoken, he enveloped the small girl into a kiss, their lips connecting, the world disappearing around them. she smiled into the kiss, her hands in his hair. the crowd screamed and congratulated the couple, as y/n threw the bouquet into the crowd, her best friend catching it.

y/n smiled from ear to ear, watching everything unfold around her. she was so fucking happy. with the man of her dreams, forever and ever. "jake?" she spoke out, he turned to her, smiling widely, "yeah?"

"i feel so lucky to have stumbled upon someone as special as you." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist. every part of him loved every piece of her, his soul was practically tangled with hers. "you are the best surprise of my life." he spoke.

"are you sure you're ready for this, jake? you won't get tired of me will you?" she inquired, he shook his head immediately, cupping her face in his hands. "no, baby. i choose you, and i'll choose you over and over and over and over. without a phase, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. i'll keep choosing you."

during the after party, y/n stumbled upon a couch, sitting down, and drinking from her red solo cup. her combat boots tapped a beat against the floor, as she ruffled with her blonde, messy hair. her brown eyes scanned around the room, looking for her husband. the couch suddenly dipped beside her, she turned her head to spot a familiar face.

"nancy spungen?" he questioned, y/n grinned. "how'd you know?" she fiddled with her fingerless gloves. "i don't know, you kinda look like her." jake smirked, she rolled her eyes. "you matchin' with someone, a sid vicious?" he asked, leaning closer to her. "i actually am." she raised her head, a proud look on her face. "yeah, where is he?" jake raised his eye brows. she smiled, "right here." she connected their lips, once again. yet, everytime they kissed, she still felt like it was their first time, getting those same butterflies.

'mr bright side' played and the two shot up, "its our fucking song!" she exclaimed, rushing to the dance floor. she knew in that moment, she was happy, she was finally at peace. his love was kind, gentle and pure. at the same time as being her husband, he was her best friend. he reassured her, cared for her, and loved her. he gave her everything she deserved, she gave him every ounce of her. they were practically soulmates.

#johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #jake webber x reader #tara yummy #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #sam golbach #sam golbach x reader #sid vicious x reader #nancy spungen #halloween #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #emo boy #strangers to lovers

[adarkrainbow]

Given I have made two posts already about "Hansel and Gretel", or variations of the story, I'll make this fairytale the Grimm fairytale of this season. And since everybody knows Hansel and Gretel, and I already spoke somehow about it, I'll just leave below several notes, trivia and facts.

I have spoken before about the "original" version of the Brothers Grimm fairytale - aka the first edition of the text, and how it changed and evolved up to the story we know today. Many of these changes are well-known by the public - for example how the wicked stepmother was originally a wicked MOTHER (but the Grimm changed it because they had a mother-worship thing going on) ; or how the whole "duck scene" where the kids are helped crossing the river by birds was added later and not present in the original text. Some are less known, such as the fact that the "heavenly wind" rhyme was not part of the original text, or how Hansel's prison was originally not some sort of stable like in the final text but a tiny hicken coop.

In terms of "sibling stories" when we look at the great patches of historical fairytales and older literary works, you will find a lot of people pointing out to the Italian fairytale "Ninnillo and Nennella" by Basile - but I have to strongly disagree with this claim, because while Basile's fairytale does contain the motif of "boy/girl sblings abandoned several times in the woods, using various objects to find their way back, until it fails and they are lost forever", beyond that the fairytale has little to no relationship with Hansel and Gretel. A more direct ancestry and relationship has to be found in the French fairytale. More precisely in Perrault's Little Thumbling, Le Petit Poucet, which is also a story about children abandoned in the woods due to a lack of food, that found their way back several times before the birds eat the bread, and that end up in the house of a man-eater, an ogre trying to kill them. But we are still quite away from the German tale - and it is another French literary fairytale that forms the "missing link" in this chain. Madame d'Aulnoy's "Cunning Cinders" (Finette Cendron). This story doesn't involve children, but four young women - however it still follows the Hansel and Gretel formula very closely. Abandoned by their parents in the wilderness, manage to get back several times before it fails, end up trapped in the house of man-eaters, and the titular character defeats the ogre by pushing hm into a fiery oven... Of course, beyond that d'Aulnoy has a ton of additional content - such as the ogre having a wife that must be beheaded ; the lost girls being helped by a fairy godmother ; and the second part of the story being an alternate Cinderella.

But all in all it shows a point I made previously, and talked about in my ogre posts: the structure and type of the "Hansel and Gretel" story is originally an ogre tale. All older versions of the story involve ogres, not witches - but since the German do not have "ogres" in their folklore, the ogress was replaced by a witch. And despite this replacement, the witch of the story keeps several ogre traits - such as a motif of "the elderly devours youth", the idea of the witch having a poor eyesight but a keen sense of smell, or the entire "maternal perversion" motif. Which is my next point.

"Hansel and Gretel" is a familial tragedy, like many other fairytales. But the family of Hansel and Gretel is an actually extremely bizarre one. You can see, once you know your folklore and fairytale lore, that despite it being considered a "classic" and a "foundation", this tale is actually a fragmented and pieced-together story that leaves numerous gaps and is much more muddled and confused than its equivalents and predecessors. What I mean by that is that, when you look at the familial relationships in this story, you will discover several remnants of an older and more commonspread familial structure that was erased, and only leaves bizarre analogies in the new set of characters the tale offers.

To be clearer. We know that Hansel and Gretel are siblings, and that they have two parents - the father and the stepmother, formerly mother. The witch is an unrelated character acting as an outside element - or so it seems. The fairytale actually establishes a parallel and a connection between the wicked stepmother and the witch. They are parallel characters, two wicked women that want the death of children, but whereas one wants to throw the kids out of the house to leave them to starve or be devoured by beats, so she can have more food herself, the other imprisons the children in her house and overfeeds them to devour them later. A more direct link is established whenn the children return home, at the end of the tale, and discover that their step-mother is dead.

Some dark and edgy adaptations will have things such as the stepmother being killed by her husband, or killing herself, stuff like that - but by the tale alone, on just reading the words, and the first impression it leaves on a child, is that the stepmother mysteriously dies in unexplained ways right after the children burned the witch in her oven. The fact that the two wicked women end up deceased for the tale to end happily, the fact the stepmother's death is left unexplained while the witch's death is graphic and fully presented, the fact the stepmother's death is announced after the witch was killed... It all leaves the impression that the two were connected, and that by some sort of "parallel magic", killing the witch triggered the stepmother's death.

This is something many adaptations picked up upon, and you find versons where the witch and the mother look a lot alike, or are played by the same person, or are the same being. (One can compare it to Russian variations of the stories of Baba-Yaga, where wicked stepmothers sometimes send their nice stepdaughters a la Vasilisa the Fair, to the Yaga's house claiming the Yaga is their "sister"). All in all this continues the idea that the witch is a perverse take on the mother figure - nourishing and protecting children only to gulp them down into her stomach. Which, by the way, is the very symbolism and essence of ogres: fathers that kill, mothers that eat.

But while this is the most famous of the "perverse family connections" in the tale, there is another people tend to forget: the connection between Gretel and the witch. I talked heavily of the difference of treatment the witch has between Hansel and Gretel in a previous post ("Why was Hansel the meal of the witch?"). People have noted the strange discrepancy of Hansel being the one locked up and fattened up to be eaten, while Gretel became an abused slave. Many modern adaptations played on this element by having the witch planning on not eating Gretel, but making her an apprentice in witchcraft, an heir to her house, and treating her like a daughter/witch in training. After all, she does malnourish her, so she seems not keen on the idea of eating her at first...

But these modern adaptations actually picked up on something deeper and more fascinating. You see, the witch not locking up Gretel and treating her as her slave seems to be a leftover from older variants of the tale, because there is a widespread archetype in fairytales known as "the witch's daughter" or "the ogress' daughter". In many ogress or man-eating witches tales, the antagonist has a daughter that assists her in her chores. Sometimes the daughter will secretely help the protagonist escape and be an ally - but these are quite rare, and most of the time the daughter is the one the witch/ogress charges of killing-cooking the protagonist. Then the protagonist tricks the daughter, kills and cooks her instead of themselves, and serve her to their monstrous mother, who believes she is eating the protagonist, when in fact she devours her own daughter. It is a very typical structure in those tales, found from the Baba Yaga legends to the Kabyle tales of the teryel.

The witch's daughter archetype also exists in fairytales where the witch is not a man-eater, but rather an antagonist that imprisons people, or that imposes impossible tasks - and here, the daughter will be a more benevolent figure that will secretly help the protagonist escape the witch and/or overcome the trials and tasks the mother imposes. In fact, in several of those stories, the protagonist fights for the right to love and marry the witch's daughter.

All in all, the fact that Gretel is treated as a slave and assistant to the witch, that she is to help feeding and fattening her brother, etc, etc, implies that her character in the story of the Grimm is a leftover of the "ogress' daughter" or "witch's daughter" of older stories. As a result it makes even more sense for adaptations to have the witch treat Gretel as some sort of surrogate daughter, and it makes the whole family picture of the German story very messed up. The witch who tries to eat the children might be their mother/step-mother, and Gretel might be the witch's daughter.

Another motif that has been picked up by various adaptatons is the motif of birds. I remember long ago I stumbled upon a fascinating art series depicting the witch as a half-bird half-human creature - unfortunately the pictures are now lost in the vast pit of the Internet. More recently, another artist posted an image of Hansel in his cage, with the witch appearing a large, black bird above the cage, wearing a witch's hat.

All those art pieces reflected a true fact: "Hansel and Gretel" is a bird story. You have the birds that devour the bread crumbs, but also the pretty bird that leads the children to the witch's house, and the ducks that helps them cross the stream in the added ending of the Grimm. Some variations also have Hansel claim, when he keeps looking back at the house, that he is seeing a "pretty bird" instead of a "pretty cat" like in the Grimm's final text. As a result, some people did identify the birds that eat the breadcrumbs and/or the bird that leads the children to the house with the witch. The anime "Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics" notably depicted the pretty bird luring the children to the house as the witch's familiar.

A last note: The idea that the witch's house is made of tons of various candies and sweets was popularized by various modern adaptations and retellings of the story. In the Grimm tale, the house isn't made of candy. It isn't even made of gingerbread as so many people believe! While it is common for people to think of this tale as "the one with the gingerbread house", I don't know where that comes from. In the text of the Grimm, the house is merely made of bread, plain old bread, with sugar for the windows. There are however cakes that are said to cover the house, as ornaments. Maybe people in retellings decided to mix together the "cake"and the "bread" and decided to make it "gingerbread"? I don't know.

#hansel and gretel #fairytale analysis #gretel #fairytale witch #the gingerbread house witch #grimm fairytales #german fairytales #the brothers grimm #hansel #birds in fairytales

[bingbongsupremacy]

Camp Hawkins AU Pt. 2

pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary Overall: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Pt. 2 Summary: You've been avoiding Steve ever since you caught him and and Nancy making out at the Lake. Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever. While helping him clean up after a messy s'more night, he approaches you.

*Not Proof Read*

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*****

It's been two weeks.

I've done my best to avoid Steve and Nancy as much as possible, which is proving to be a very hard thing to do.

Morning meetings are the worst. Every morning at 5 am, the counselors are expected to meet at the dining hall for a brief run down of the day. Usually everyone is still in their PJ's, hoping the meeting will be short enough for everyone to catch a few more minutes of sleep before the kids get up.

The mornings are usually pretty cold. Almost everyone shows up in some sort of jacket or sweat shirt. Not Steve. Every morning he comes dressed in a nice fitting T, perfectly showing off his arms.

Stop staring at Steve.

Stupid crush. Stupid fucking crush.

I force myself to look away from Steve. Instead of his usual spot by Nancy, he's decided to take a seat next to Robin and Vickie, one of the other camp cooks.

" If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on Harrington. " Eddie's voice is teasing but quiet.

I snap my head towards him. " Do not. " I state sternly, fear running through my veins. He can't find out.

Eddie chuckles. " You sure do stare a lot for someone without a crush. " Eddie's elbows rest comfortably against the table. His legs are sprawled out, not bothering how much room they take up. His hair is tossed up into a sleepy bun, a rare sight for the man who always has his hair down. " Don't worry, I won't tell. " He raises a finger to his lips, indicating my secret is safe with him. He winks, sending a flurry of embarrassment running through me.

I've never liked Eddie like that, but he sure does know how to fluster someone.

" I don't like him. " I insist. " So you don't have anything to keep secret. "

Eddie nods mockingly. " That's not what Henderson told me...but if you insist..." He holds his hands up in surrender.

I let out a small groan. Of course Dustin blabbed to Eddie. Dustin tells Eddie everything. Nothing even happened, I don't understand why Dustin spinned it to sound like we made out.

" Is everything alright over there? " Hopper asks, looking over at me and Eddie. " Are you feeling alright? "

" Yeah, perfectly fine. Just a little headache. " I lie.

" Well, if you're alright, we'll get back to today's agenda..."

My eyes scan across the table. Across the way, Steve's eyes meet mine. On his face is a small look of...confusion?

This is going to be a tough morning.

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The loud chatter of happy campers slowly fades away as the large oak dining hall doors close. Soon, Steve and I are left alone in the echoing room.

I begin picking up various chocolate wrappers on the floor the tables. They'd somehow managed to completely trash the dining hall in a single hour.

" So..." Steve begins, cutting through the silence. " are you and Eddie...a thing? " He asks calmly, glancing over at me from the table he's wiping down.

I let out a small laugh. " Me and Eddie? No. No way. He's...not my type. " The constant smell of weed is headache inducing. Frankly, it's confusing how Hopper hasn't fired him for drugs. He doesn't sell to kids but that definitely doesn't mean he doesn't sell to other of age counselors.

Plus he's not really into relationships. He's more of a hit it and quit it type.

" What is your type? " Steve asks. I feel his gaze on me as I start scrubbing one of the tables with a wet rag.

" Not Eddie, that's for sure. " I scrub a little harder at a hardened drop of melted marshmallow. " I like guys who...I don't know, like the same things as me. Why do you ask? " I don't understand why he gives a shit about my love life.

Steve shrugs, his gaze finally moving away. " I saw you and him this morning and I thought maybe you were dating or something. It's stupid, it doesn't matter. "

" Still single. " I mumble.

A thick silence settles in the room. Once again, Steve is the one to break it.

" Are you mad at me? " His voice is soft, like he's worried or something.

I look over at the brunette. " No. " I reply honestly. " Why would you think that? "

We both pause where we are, instead occupying ourselves by looking at each other. We're both trying to read each other.

Steve shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. " You just seem...distant. I don't know, ever since you caught Nance and I at the lake we don't talk anymore. Did I do something? "

I shake my head. " You...you didn't do anything. "

" Then why are you avoiding me? "

If I tell him he'll probably get weirded out. I mean, how awkward is it to be around someone who has a massive crush on you when you don't reciprocate the feeling?

But it might help me get over him if he stops actively trying to talk to me.

I'm going to do it. I need to. Fuck, but what about Nancy?

Fuck Nancy. I need to get over this man. This handsome, kind man.

" I have a crush on you, okay? " I blurt out. " It's stupid, I know. You're with Nancy, I understand that. "

His eyes widen in surprise. " What? "

" I don't want to make things awkward. I'm trying to get over you, that's why I'm avoiding you. Fuck, can you please just stop asking questions now? You got your answer. "

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I did it. I told him.

" I like you to. " Steve pushes himself away from the table he's leaned against. He walks towards me.

My eyes go wide. " What? "

He's joking. Right? He has to be joking.

No this has to be a dream, some weird fucking dream. In no universe would Steve Fucking Harrington like me back.

" I like you too. " Steve finally makes it to me. He stands a close, leaving only a few inches of space between us. His eyes stare into mine, a small smile resting on his lips. " I have liked you for the past couple of years. "

I shake my head, stepping back to put some distance between us. " You're with Nancy. You can't like me. That's fucked up. I don't want to be a homewrecker-I can't be. You-you and Nancy are good together. "

Steve shakes his head. " We're not together, Y/N. I broke up with her. For good this time. " He sighs, running a hand through his hair. " Just because we're good together doesn't mean we're meant to be together. "

I'm the reason they broke up. Robin was right. I'm the fucking worst. Who ruins a relationship? I mean, I didn't know I was ruining it, but Steve's crush on me ruined everything for them. Nancy probably hates me.

" Nancy has known about my crush for a while. " Steve admits nervously. " That's why we've broken up so much. I-no matter what I do I can't get you out of my fucking head. " He lets out a frustrated sigh. " Your smile, your eyes, fuck it's all I see at night. I sound insane, I know, but I don't know what to do. I can't just be in a relationship with someone else when all I think about is you. "

I continue to create space between us. " So I'm the reason you guys broke up? " Guilt begins to build up in my stomach.

" No! " Steve shakes his head. " You-you didn't do anything. There were plenty of other problems involved with our break up. This wasn't your fault. Honestly, this has been building up for years. Even if I didn't have a crush on you, Nancy and I probably would've split for good anyways. "

I still feel horrible. Like I contributed to their break up.

" Please, Y/N. You have to believe me. This wasn't your fault. "

I search Steve's eyes for any sign of lying. His expression is desperate, like he's scared I'm going to leave.

I stop.

Relief floods Steve's face.

" You really like me? " I ask quietly, scared he's going to laugh and make fun of me for believing him. He did have a mean streak in high school. I thought he grew out of it though.

" I swear on my life, I like you. " Steve's expression is sincere. " I like you so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode. "

I smile at the man. I never would have imagined this would happen. " I like you too. "

Steve begins to walk towards me again. This time, I don't run away. Once he's a few inches from me, he gently takes my hand. " Will you go on date with me, Y/N. "

" I would love to, Steve. "

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Heyo saw your LMK sun wukong post and I love your writing!

Can you make general dating headcanons?

I love him sm he’s so silly :3.

Sun Wukong dating/relationship headcannons 🍑

A.N: Thank you for your kind words! And same, he's so goofy and I love him for it <3

Also, these turned out quite long (and I probably could've made them even longer, given how much I love this character), but I think/hope that you won't mind lol.

Also, not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes! Headcannons are below the cut.

First of all, he definitely calls you 'Peaches' or 'Peach' like, all the time. He will only call you by your name if he wants to show you that he's serious. Also he will occasionally use other nicknames, such as 'babe', 'honey', 'sweetheart'. But that's rare, 'Peaches' is still his favorite.

You are probably the only person he's willing to share his peach flavored chips with.

Also, he's kinda clingy and touch starved as hell. Can you really blame him though? This monkey was pretty much all alone for a few centuries.

So Wukong is almost always touching you in some kind of way when you are near him, even when you're somewhere public or not hugging or cuddling. Either hand holding, or he will curl his tail around your ankle or some more subtle things like that.

He will often groom your hair in search for bugs the way monkeys do if you sit next to each other. He knows you take good care of your hair and there's absolutely no way any bugs or insects could be in it. But it's an instinct, he can't help it. You don't mind however, he's so gentle when he does that that it's actually very relaxing.

He's touch starved to the point when if you have to get up while cuddling, he will whine quietly. But if you ask/tease him about it, Wukong will huff and deny it while claiming that you're just hearing things.

I have a headcannon that while he is very strong and all, his body isn't actually that muscular. In fact, he is a bit chubby. He's quite soft and squishy in a good way- I mean just look at him in the beach scene in season 4, he totally has a 'dad bod'- and you love it. Wukong's body is perfect for hugging.

I imagine his hugs being just the right amount of tight 👌 He's always warm and soft and actually smells really good- he smells of peaches and leaves.

Wukong loves hugging and being hugged, so you can hug him almost whenever you feel like it and he absolutely won't mind.

Call him Sunshine or Sunny or anything Sun related. Please do, he will literally melt.

Overall, Wukong's main love languages are: words of affirmation, quality time and touch.

We already know from the show that Wukong has no problem with words of affirmation, seeing how he constantly encourages MK and it is visible that he means every word. So this monkey will always and often tell you that he loves you and that you mean so much to him. You can count on him if you want some kind words to make you feel better. He may not be the best in terms of logical advice, but somehow you believe him every time he says it's going to be okay. Wukong also makes sure to tell you each day how good you look and say "I love you" at least once a day.

As for quality time, Sun really loves to spend time with you, it doesn't matter what activity. Although he prefers activities either at home or away from big crowds. He doesn't like to show himself in public spaces, the most he'll do is go with you to the cinema or maybe some not very well known restaurant or something. But he really loves to watch movies on his TV or laptop with you snuggled up to him on the couch. Wukong also loves taking you on walks around Flower Fruit Mountain or taking you for flights on his cloud. Honestly, as I said, to him it doesn't really matter what you do as long as he gets to spend time with you.

I already said some things about touch, but I can add that for some reason Wukong loves when you scratch him behind the ears, boop/gently pet his nose with your finger or pet his tail. These parts of him are quite sensitive, and he loves how gentle you are. He will literally turn into a puddle in your hands lol.

This monkey loves kissing you on the cheeks. Or poking you on them.

Generally when he's in the right mood he likes to teasingly poke you in various places on your body. And if you do it right back at him, it turns into either a poking or tickling battle, ending up with both of you laughing your butts off and snuggling with each other.

Sun sometimes likes to rub his cheek against yours.

Okay enough touch for now, I could go on and on about Wukong and physical affection lmao

You sometimes watch your boyfriend train MK when you have the time. You roll your eyes often at Wukong's smugness but at the same time you can't help but think how cool and badass he can be.

The Monkey King loves it when you watch them train, MK not so much, due to the fact that Wukong shows off a lot more when you are around and thus he is a bit harsher in training and more distracted, making it difficult for poor MK (that doesn't change the fact that MK really likes you and appreciates how happy you make his mentor).

This man is such a tease and a flirt sometimes honestly. He uses the most basic and overrated pick up lines just to annoy you. Be careful not to get flustered by any, because he won't ever let you forget it and will be proud as a peacock. Although it is slightly adorable that he's so proud that he got you flustered.

But sometimes you engage in his pick up lines shenanigans and tease him back or make fun of those lines.

"Did it hurt when you fell from the Celestial Realm Peaches?"

"Yeah, it hurt like hell, I landed on my butt."

Causing you both to laugh your butts off for a few solid minutes lmao.

Peaches or peach chips are the main things he eats, so prepare for always having a peach taste in your mouth after kissing him. Not that you complain, you actually like that fruit (although not as much as Wukong does).

By the way, he will absolutely swoon if you kiss him in front of other people out of nowhere (especially if you pull him by his shirt in order to do that); lovesick smile, dreamy eyes and tail shaped like a heart, the whole package lol.

Sometimes Sun likes to visit you at work or randomly pop in while you're somewhere public in the form of a bird or other small animal and just hang out with you, whispering comments about everyone and everything into your ear in this funny high pitched voice (I actually have a headcannon that while transforming his voice is higher the smaller the animal and the other way around)

If you're up for it, Wukong would love to teach you a few fighting or defense techniques. It would also make him much more relaxed and calm knowing that you have at least some basic knowledge on how to protect yourself, just in case. He'll always try to be there to protect you, but he can't promise that he will always make it on time or at all. He may be retired but still has some duties and other things to do.

A bit of a sad thing is, you both often think to yourselves; am I good enough for him/her? How in the world did I deserve such an amazing person as him/her in my life?

Wukong always tries to be happy, and hides his problems, fears or negative emotions behind his jokes and goofy attitude. I'm not saying that his personality is fake, he is a happy and goofy person most of the time, but there are some random days when he has trouble keeping it all in and fails to put on the facade that everything is okay.

If you want to help him in these times, basically all you have to do is sit there with him and be by his side. Give him a tight hug and sit with him in silence or maybe hum/sing something quietly if you want. Honestly your presence alone brings him a huge comfort; knowing that there is someone who loves him even with all his flaws, accepts him with everything he hides inside and with his past mistakes.

Overall, Sun Wukong has his problems and flaws, but he really tries to be the kind of boyfriend he thinks you deserve. And honestly you think he's doing a very good job; he is a very good boyfriend, maybe even the best in all the realms as you like to say <3

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