Piercings

the only mf that looks like a frat boy that i find attractive

I haven’t seen this film but damn he looks good

overview: a marriage with feyd rautha, a strangely peaceful one for being betrothed to such a seemingly monstrous man.

warnings: arranged marriage (happened prior to when the story is set), pregnancy

the story is entirely in the third person, the reader is referred to as various terms of endearment or 'mrs (missus) harkonnen'—not y/n.

His Missus

she sat awake in bed, clad in merely a silk robe. a book was opened before her, her hands and the book propped on her protruding stomach. the silk sheets and fur comforter covered her legs. the room was illuminated by the faint orange glow of flickering candles, filling the room with the scent of melting wax that mixed with the lingering scent of her betrothed.

she never slept until he too was in bed, as his hostility and impulsivity brought her great paranoia. not that he would harm her, but that he would harm others in a fit of rage that she wasn't there to calm. she was the sole being—at the moment—that could calm the na-baron.

as she flipped the page to her book, one of the large wooden doors opened and feyd stepped into the room. clad in just an article that hung from his hips, he approached the bed. setting his blade on the nightstand, he slid into bed, laying close beside his wife.

she closed her book, looking over and down at her husband.

"how is the child?" he inquired, his large hand coming to rest on her stomach.

"he has behaved better than an angel," she replied calmly, setting her book aside.

"he is not inheriting violent traits, then," feyd whispered.

his wife shifted, moving to lay beside him.

"i suppose not, darling," she replied, "we mustn't tell the baron such."

feyd's lips barely quirked in a smirk.

she smiled softly at her husband's small smirk. she had yet to make him let out a chuckle—a genuine one, not one of those sardonic ones he let out during altercations of any degree. but, she was determined to do so. maybe the birth of the heir—that was due to happen in mere weeks—would further soften his stone heart with the molten lava of paternal love.

"you mustn't lose your temper with the infant," missus harkonnen murmured, peering up at her husband through her thick eyelashes.

"do not doubt my control so severely," he breathed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his dull eyes.

she gave a slight nod, sliding across the silk just an inch. her head lay on his bicep, her nose just barely brushing against his shoulder. her protruding stomach pressed against his side, and her hand lay on his chest.

the first time she had done this—after their marriage consummation—she had expected him to shove her away, maybe even harm her for attempting to do such. but he had not. he simply laid there tensely, attempting to keep his breathing even to not disrupt her.

just by the way his behavior had changed, she could tell that she—and likely the child she was baring—had some effect on feyd. an effect that was molding the broken, monstrous man into a man—still violent and broken—who was only calmed by two creatures. his wife and his child.

his hand barely brushed against the back of her thigh, his fingers trailing up the side of her thigh and resting on her hip.

"i should blow out the candles," she whispered, the realization that leaving candles to burn all night was unwise. she slid out of bed, his hand falling from her body and onto the silk sheets.

going around the room, she blew out candles one by one.

feyd watched her closely. his chest rose and fell slightly, his abdomen and thighs lexing each time she bent over slightly, the flame of a candle nearing her delicate face too close for his comfort.

after blowing out the last candle, the room was dark. his eyes quickly adapted, still zeroed in on his missus.

she walked towards the bed, one hand out in front of her and the other at her side, feeling for the nightstand as she walked slowly. she had never been good in the dark. and, truthfully, being in absolute darkness scared her.

nobody knew what hid within the darkness. anything could be there, watching, waiting. waiting for—

she was ripped from her paranoid thoughts by soft rustling.

feyd had sat up, his hand gently taking hers. he led her closer, his other hand coming to rest on her hips to lead her the rest of the way.

"thank you, darling," she whispered softly, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"you behave like a frail fawn in the dark," he muttered roughly, assisting her into bed.

"if i am a frail fawn, what does that make you?" she inquired as she laid down.

he let out a heavy breath, his hand resting on her swollen stomach. most would have immediately shouted "the hunter," but she knew far better. he'd never harm her, or their own little fawn that would arrive in mere weeks—if not days.

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Black Magic Woman

overview: people joked about her being a witch. billy—believing that the supernatural or magic was all bullshit—still started messing around with her. and he managed to prove himself wrong, for once.

warnings: use of magic, mentions of violence/death, swearing, smoking, aftermath of sexual encounters described

this is short and i may continue it, i will add the link to the second part here if i do

written in third person, no use of "y/n." reader is referred to using female pronouns and terms of endearment.

people insisted that she was a witch, for whatever reason. it sounded as if they were grabbing at straws.

"she wears crystals all the time!"

"she knows latin!"

"she has all these satanic tattoos!"

and there were the rumors.

"the last guy who cheated on her died in a car accident a few days later..."

"her old friends say she used to do rituals at sleepovers..."

"apparently she's always shopping for herbs and candles, seems pretty witchy to me..."

all that crazy bullshit. but, billy never believed a word of it. magic was bullshit to him. nobody could do shit like that. he knew, because he'd be one of the bastards who could use magic if it was possible.

he managed to weasel his way into her heart; flirty smiles, eye contact, sneaky touches, and soft whispers.

"you get sexier each time we do this," she giggled from beneath him, both having just come down from a crazy high. her bare chest heaved, breasts bouncing softly. her hands gripped his biceps, her hair tousled heavily.

"i could say the same to you, princess," he purred, kissing her forehead as he pulled out of her.

"surprised you keep coming back and sleeping with 'the witch'," she teased as he laid beside her.

"c'mon, baby, we both know you ain't one," he whispered, kissing her neck, rubbing her thigh gently.

she hummed softly, scooting closer to him.

half an hour later, she was fast asleep. maneuvering out of bed, billy pulled his discarded boxers on and began looking around her room. one of his buddies had encouraged him to do it next time they slept together, saying it'd prove who was right.

sliding open her closet door, he noticed a box on the floor. he knelt down, pulled the box out, and opened it.

candles, crystals, herbs, statues, papers with sigils written on them, wood with carvings in them, and a spell book sat within it. he grabbed the book and opened it, flicking through the pages. he had expected it to be one of those stupid joke ones with spells like "how to make your crush like you" and potion ingredients like "griffin's beak," "dragon wing," or "a vampire's fang." but, no. everything in it was hand written, some words smudged or damaged by droplets of some sort of liquid on them. the ingredients in 'potions'? all mundane things, things that could be found in any town, almost any store. the 'spells'? written in old english, some even in latin.

her bed creaked as she shifted, causing him to jump slightly. he threw a glance over his shoulder, checking that she was still asleep. he closed the book and returned it to its place in the box. he closed it and shoved the box back into her closet. as he stood, he closed the door.

surely, it was all just jokes. all bought to play into the mockery. she had set it up, knowing he'd probably look around, right?

"fucking weirdo," he muttered as he walked back towards the bed. he didn't mean it, never meant anything mean he said about her.

he climbed back into bed, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her close. he buried his face into her neck, pressing a kiss to her flesh.

"my fucking weirdo, though," he sighed.

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Post Game Relief

overview: hawkins loses a basketball game and his girlfriend calms him down

warnings: swearing, oral (m receiving), body hair (it's sexy, stfu), descriptive(?), smoking, face fucking

third person, no use of "y/n"—reader will be referred to with female pronouns & terms of endearment

requested by: @youredgygf

first time writing smut, sorry if it's not good, i tried 😭

to say billy was pissed after losing the game would be an understatement. if it hadn't been for her rushing to him after it ended, he probably would've left the school in a police cruiser.

now, he laid in her bed, eyes shut as he smoked his tenth cigarette. most of their clothes had been discarded, leaving both in merely their underwear. she straddled his thighs, caressing his abdomen and tracing the waistband of his boxers.

"y'still upset?" she whispered, looking up at him as she pulled the waistband of his boxers then released, letting it slap against his hip.

"no, baby, i'm peachy," he retorted, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

she rolled her eyes slightly, huffing.

"i could help you call down," she grinned softly, tugging at his waistband.

that made him open his eyes, his eyebrows rising slightly.

"yeah?" he asked rhetorically.

she nodded, rolling her hips against his. he quickly reciprocated, rolling his hips up against hers.

after a few minutes of getting him worked up, she stopped, sliding down his thighs a bit. he groaned, his eyes opening ever so slightly.

"what the fuck?" he snapped.

"calm down, you big baby, i'm getting there," she huffed dramatically, rolling her eyes yet again.

she tugged his boxers down, letting his cock spring out. it stood at full attention, the tip a deep pinkish-red and leaking precum. thick, dark blonde curls surrounded the base, reeking of his cologne that he always sprayed down his pants.

she leaned down, pressing a kiss to his tip. her hands gripped his thighs, pushing them apart slightly. a faint breath escaped him as he sunk further into the mattress, his head tilting back ever so slightly. his eyes fell shut yet again.

she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, receiving a slight groan from him. she smirked slightly.

"you want more?" she asked.

"don't start fucking talking like this, i could switch this shit up real fast," he snapped.

"okay, jeez, don't even give me a chance to have my fun," she rolled her eyes yet again.

she leaned down yet again, taking his entire length into her mouth with practiced ease. a strangled groan escaped billy as his hips bucked up.

she began slowly bobbing her head, her tongue running over the prominent veins. she watched him through her eyelashes. usually she would've held eye contact with him, but the prick was keeping his eyes shut.

he began thrusting his hips up in time with her head bobbing, drawing a soft moan from her. he groaned yet again, his free hand moving to the back of her head.

as he began fucking her face, she made no move to pull away or stop him, simply allowing him to continue.

groans tore from his throat, his head pushed back into the pillow as he fucked her throat. she felt the tip hit the back of throat, making her gag softly. but she never dared pull away. she had promised to help him calm down.

he gripped her hair, continuing to fuck up into her throat. he held her head down, her nose pressed against the coarse hairs at his pelvis that reeked of his cologne. she moaned softly around him, and that did it.

a groan tore through his throat as he pressed his head back into the pillow. thick ropes of hot cum shot down her throat.

when his hand relaxed in her hair, she swallowed, then pulled off of his cock. as she sat up, he grabbed her chin.

"show me," he instructed. obediently, she opened her mouth, letting him see that she had swallowed.

"good girl," he murmured, smirking softly.

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