»Love Bites« from him to You!

— 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕…𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒉…

Was thinking about my old posts and had this in mind. 🖤

I'll never forget my idea about the LB. Shit!

I'm still writing to a few of you in between and one of you drew my attention to something interesting. I hadn't really thought about it that much. Perhaps others will remember that Reader / You is the daughter of the Skiras folk, who have been loyal followers of the Harkonnen for decades. My idea at the time was that Reader was the first daughter after many years. (No siblings, as the topic might trigger a few).

I was asked if the folk would "die out" once You were the (na-) Baroness. Quick answer - yes. Your offspring would be Feyd's heir, of course. But what about a second child who would carry on Skira's nation? I found the idea interesting, but I'm still unsure what to make of it…

Hello you Feydies. I've just spontaneously decided to go. I don't know whether it will only be a few days, a few weeks or even months. But I'm having absolutely no fun here at the moment. The joy has completely disappeared. I'll upload Aesthetics from time to time, but I'll turn off sharing there too.

I will upload one last Shorty.

Best regards and maybe see you sometime.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f! Reader

~ Smut

Warnings: Reader is hurt and unconscious, soft and dark Feyd, you bite him bloody-> pain, oral (f receiving), dark romance?, Feyd being Feyd, genital rubbing etc.

Thank you for beta reading, @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal. 🫶🏻

For once in his life, he should have believed Rabban's words: there really were thunderstorms on this planet, and you shouldn't underestimate them. Especially not when you were in the middle of nowhere and had an unconscious companion with you. Feyd cursed in various languages as he ran you, his Na-Baroness, on his back; through the pouring rain, trying to find the cave where you had hidden your equipment. Fuck...! The afternoon's training had obviously taken you both further away from your starting point than you had planned.

By now, you were both soaked to the skin and although Feyd was certainly used to enduring worse things, he felt a certain anticipation at the thought of dry clothes.

He recognized the split rocks. To his relief, it was only a few more steps before he spotted the hidden entrance to the cave in the pouring rain. The female on his back moaned softly in his ear, but did not wake up. Feyd looked over his shoulder at you and was reassured that your breathing was steady. You had fallen and hit your head hard enough to be knocked unconscious immediately. Blood was coming out of the hairline on the side of your head facing Feyd; and the Harkonnen hoped you wouldn't get too badly concussed. He might push you mercilessly, but if you spent the next few days lying around limp and throwing up all the time, there was no point in training.

He reached the cave entrance just as a flash of lightning briefly lit up the sky completely. Hail fell and quickly covered the ground. Feyd enjoyed finally being in the dry. He gently let you slide off his back and laid you down on one of your soft blankets. He checked your breathing, which was steady, if a little shallow. Were you in pain? If not now, then definitely tomorrow morning, without a doubt. He checked the medkit for painkillers and found some injection ampoules. Just in case... Actually, a little pain would be a good lesson for you. On the other hand...

❝Nhh...❞, you moaned softly and Feyd glanced at you. You had started to shiver and the Na-Baron felt that he also was getting cold in his soaked clothes. He found a lighter in your backpack and made a place for a fire from the dry wood you had collected as a precaution. He gently blew on the embers and kept an eye on you, seeing how you were chattering your teeth a little by now. You still hadn't woken up and that worried him a little. As the embers smoldered and set the branches on fire, he straightened up and took off his top. Goosebumps spread over his wet, muscular body and he shivered to bring back the warmth. Then he searched your backpack for clothes for you. He found one of the tighter training shirts and a pair of long jogging pants with underwear in the pocket, which made the Na-Baron grin wryly for a moment.

You let out a sigh and this snapped Feyd out of his thoughts. He crumpled up the clothes and walked towards you. Your skin was clammy and he could already vividly imagine how delicious a cold you would catch - because of one single mistake you made. Feyd hesitated for a moment, but then his fingers moved to the zipper in the middle of your top. It covered the most necessary things, but didn't seem obscene, on the contrary. You let out a sigh as soon as he was free of the thick leather wrap. Feyd's throat went dry and he had to clear his throat. Oh, damn. As cold as you were, your nipples were hard. The sight was enough to cause a longing tug in his loins. Feyd stroked a finger over the soft skin. He knew you liked that, and sure enough, you made a little sound. Your eyelids fluttered but remained closed. Feyd stroked your belly, where the skin was also cold and shimmering bluish. Ah, he loved the curve of your ribcage, your wider hips, your slightly visible muscles - you were perfect; a woman, a warrior, just to his liking. And he hadn't even known it before you. To Feyd, your body was perfection, with all your scars from previous battles, with his hickeys and especially with his love bites. You were a warrior like him, a woman he would make even better than she already was.

The buttons on your trousers were no problem for his deft fingers and he energetically pulled the fabric from your skin. He struggled a little with the clammy fabric, would have liked to tear it, but controlled himself. He patiently unbuttoned your boots and then threw them aside with your trousers. Under your black trousers you had been wearing white underwear, which was now transparent and damp against your skin. Feyd cursed as he noticed the erection building up in his equally soaked trousers. Until just now he had completely forgotten that he was still in that wet thing. Feyd knew how he could warm your body and his own, but in his eyes it would be rape. And he wouldn't and couldn't do that to you. You were too important to him, he didn't want to hurt you. Not mentally or physically. Not after your violent experiences in front of him. Never, because he loved you. Albeit in a slightly different way than usual.

But maybe he could still do something good for your body? Would you feel it even if you were unconscious? Or was it Feyd's pure selfishness? Furious with himself, he growled, listening to the hail, the wind and the thunder. His cold eyes wandered to the dancing fire, which reminded him of you at that moment. Once you were in a rage, you were unstoppable. He had seen you kill one of his comrades because he had insulted you. You had once given Feyd a small dagger, which you had hidden in your pants when the baron had provoked you. "Here, you better get this off me before something worse happens." Feyd grinned wickedly as he recalled more scenarios. Oh, that was one of the main reasons why he fell for you. A woman who knew exactly how to spill blood. A woman who knew how to defend herself in a fight.

He kissed your knee, the skin ice-cold against his warm lips. Cold like his heart, but in which you had kindled a fire. He still didn't know when exactly this had happened. He only knew that no one had done it before you. Not even his pets. The Harkonnen's fingers continued to stroke your cool skin, as gently as he had ever touched anyone. But he abruptly removed his hands from you and roughly tugged down the fabric of his pants. He had a second one somewhere. His pale fingers gently pulled your underwear from your skin, which he carefully set aside.

Feyd couldn't resist and gripped his semi-stiff member, letting out a low growl. Seeing your na-barones lying here, unconscious but in all your glorious nakedness, excited him more than he wanted to admit. Lost in thought, he gripped himself a little tighter and growled harshly. Oh, he would take you... later. Now he was going to work up his appetite...

How many times had he taken you, kissed your velvety lips while he penetrated you with his tongue? How many times had he taken that rosy bud between his lips and sucked on it...? Your moans were music to his ears, every time... Feyd gripped your thigh, gently pushing it aside a little, wanting to see more of you. How wonderful your soft moans were when he slid his member over your labia. It was those nights that bound you inseparably together.

Feyd couldn't resist letting the tip of his tongue caress your velvety skin. He could hear you sigh and your thigh twitched, but you still didn't wake up. That's good. He liked the fact that he could take what he wanted. Your body willingly played along as he took your bud between his lips and sucked lightly on it. Your clear nectar was like an aphrodisiac on his tongue, greedily he tasted it, penetrated it with his tongue, felt the trembling in his body. He kissed your velvety soft labia, massaging your entrance with two fingers.

Feyd straightened his upper body and began to massage your clit with his thumbs. He couldn't take his eyes off your beautiful face. He could have sworn your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. Even if your mind remained unconscious, your body welcomed him. What a sign of confidence, Feyd thought to himself. And he didn't want to break it. His dick twitched violently as he heard a longing little moan from you. He leaned down, letting the tip of his tongue, where he could still taste you, glide over one of your hard nipples. He knew how you appreciated those touches, and indeed, the small muscle under his thumb only twitched more. As he bit your breast, your pelvis jerked towards him and jerkily he pulled back.

❝[Y/N]...❞, he murmured your name, rumbling deep in his throat as he grabbed your thighs with both hands and pulled you to him without a gap. Feyd gasped as he felt your heat as he slid over your womanhood. He felt your clit twitch at his tip. If you had been awake, you would have whispered his name comfortingly. The Harkonnen had to refrain from doing so now, however. He gripped your hips tightly and slid over your wet labia at a steady, not too fast pace. He savored the heat, the sight of your wonderful body. Perhaps it sounded presumptuous, unimaginable for a Harkonnen... but you had kindled something in him. He couldn't grasp it with his hands or put it into words... But perhaps that was what others called Love?

He bent down to you, kissed your lips, your cheeks, down your neck. Just as he reached your breasts, a sharp pain dominated his body. Startled, he moaned hoarse, already feeling his hot blood running down his torso. Watched it drip onto your skin. His vision deteriorated briefly, his senses had to process the shock and he blinked a few times. It all happened within a second or two. Your teeth had buried themselves deep into his trapezius muscle and your fingernails were slowly scratching his hard pecs. He was overwhelmed for a moment, didn't know what to do. Rip you violently from him and risk a probably large wound, or-? Your eyes met his with full force and before Feyd could react, you managed to push him to the ground. His back hit the ground hard and not a second later you would have a small knife in your hand - the cold blade clearly noticeable on his carotid artery.

Your eyes looked down at him devilishly and Feyd didn't take his eyes off you. He felt your breath on his cheek as you leaned down to him and growled. ❝Be glad I was awake. Or why do you think my body reacted to you like that?❞ He pressed his hand lightly against your torso, hoping the blade would take its distance from his neck. ❝Be glad I was awake, Feyd.❞, you whispered the words again; much calmer this time. He gently felt your lips on his cheek and purred pleasantly at your touch. His hands slid over your waist, he rose up and kissed you longingly. You pressed tighter against him as his body was as warm as the fire next to you. His lips sucked on your neck and he placed his forearm under your bottom, lifting you up a little to find the perfect rhythm and pressure for you and your body.

Since these requests have come up a few times in the last few months, I'd like to explain something. The reason why I don't write anything "harder" sexual like bdsm, control, toys, captivate reader, choking, slapping, hair pulling and so on is that I came from a violent relationship where that was the way of things.

And I'm not into it. He didn't accept a "No."

I know I'm pretty much the only woman on this damn planet who prefers it softer, but that's still reason enough for me not to write that in my stories. Sorry, but you'll have to go somewhere else for that. I know these stories exist in large numbers, I stop reading as soon as I realize it's going in that direction.

I keep thinking about deleting this account because I think a lot of people get the wrong idea when I write *soft* Feyd. Yes, he strokes your back, cuddles you, but that's about the nicest thing he does. He's still manipulating you etc. and I think I need to make that clearer. I think that many people here really think that I'm turning Giedi Prime into My Little Pony.

Happy Friday the 13th btw! 🩸🖤

Warning?: fluff to dark, thoughts of murder

Feyd loves to cuddle with you. He usually stays awake longer than you do so that he has more time to enjoy the moment. Especially when the nights are cold, he loves to hold you close to his warm body and stroke your soft skin with his fingertips. He loves your soft, relaxed sigh. That the brutal world is suspended for a moment, as if you two were the only living beings in the entire galaxy. Nothing and nobody could hurt you at this moment. He loves to run his nose over your hair. The scent of your shampoo and perfume makes him melt away.