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Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble - 1.5K WC

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Warnings: arranged marriage, soft Feyd, comfort, kissing, def not how this psycho would truly act

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You rubbed your hands together clumsily, your palms sweaty. You fidgeted with your gown; a beautiful iridescent white that glimmered in the black sunlight of Giedi Prime. You felt the sweat on your makeup covered brow. You had only met your soon-to-be husband the day prior. He looked quite dashing in his all black armor. His gaze was unreadable, inquisitive. His eyes never left yours, even when he leaned down to kiss your knuckles. His uncle, Baron Harkonnen, introduced you to him. Feyd Rautha. You had heard the stories, the gruesome rumors. And by the way he looked at you, you felt small. Felt as if he could crush you at any moment. And now, as you stood at the altar, him before you, you felt that exact feeling. Small, scared. His touch was gentle when he took your hand, snapping you back into the current moment. You listened to the small translating device in your ear, translating the strange Harkonnen language into the common tongue of Galach. Your hand shook as Feyd slipped on a black ring, one matching his.

Then you heard the fateful words, “Kiss the bride.” said the officiator.

Your eyes flicked up to Feyds. His were confident and strong, the complete opposite to your scared, anxious ones. He tilted your chin up slightly before leaning down and pecking your lips. The masses cheered as you were escorted away by your ladies in waiting. Friends you knew you could not trust as they were likely spies for the Baron.

You were finding Giedi Prime to be a very lonely planet.

Your ladies carefully removed your dress before adorning you in a much shorter, sheer one. Meant to entice your now husband, Na- Baron Feyd Rautha. The title felt unfamiliar on your tongue. As did yours, Na - Baroness. You waited in your apartments, watching the black night and the fireworks that splotched themselves in the sky. The breeze of the night held you as you waited. You were almost chewing your lip raw as you tried to calm your body. Knowing what would happen tonight frightened you. It did not sound pleasant when your governess described it to you as you traveled to Geidi Prime. She did her best to prepare you but all you knew was you feared this night with Feyd Rautha.

Your thoughts haunted as you heard the door slide open and closed, your new husband standing in the doorway. You made your way to the bed, sitting on your knees in the center of it. “Welcome Na-Baron.” You said quietly.

He made no noise as he shifted around the room, discarding his armor until he was in nothing but loose pants. He started to watch you again, observe you. He watched you lay down, spreading your shaking legs slightly. He could see the glimmer of tears in your eyes. Your fists clenching the sheets. You hesitantly pulled at the shoulders of your nightgown, ready to expose yourself fully.

“Stop.” He said.

You sat up, pulling your dress back up and holding it close to you. You had never heard his voice before, it was gravelly yet smooth. “What?” You asked, tears still spilling from your eyes but you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I won’t share your bed. Not until you want me to. I’m not a brute.” He said as he cut his palm, wiping the blood on the white sheet next to you.

You watched him do so with an open mouth, “What if I never want you to?” You whispered, gaining the courage to look at him.

He paused for a moment before shrugging, “They expect an heir at some point. But I assure you, I will not touch you until you want me to. If you ever do.” He paused before motioning to the swipe of blood on the bed, “That should hold them over. Once they think you are no longer a maiden they will happily wait for an heir to arrive, no matter how long that takes.”

You saw him walk over to the black couch on the opposite side of the room, laying down, he turned away from you. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t expect so much restraint and compassion from a man as supposedly psychotic as Feyd Rautha. You laid down, watching him as you waited to sleep.

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Flashes of black and white clouded your mind, you had no real grasp on what was happening but you knew you needed to escape. You knew the primal fear that settled in your gut as you ran. You ran only to feel a gladiator's knife bury itself in your chest, you screamed before the world went black.

You shot up, a sheen of sweat covering you as you let out a final shriek. Your hands felt over your chest, finding no wound or knife protruding from you. You did, however, feel hands holding your arms. You looked up, eyes meeting Feyd’s which looked concerned. You scooted as far back against the headboard as you could to put space between the two of you.

He released you immediately when he realized it was him you were scared of. A pang of hurt chipped at his armored heart. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Nightmare. I’m so sorry to have woken you Na- Baron it won’t -“

“Feyd.” He said, interrupting you. “I’m your husband, call me Feyd.” He asked, a small glimmer of hope in his otherwise black eyes.

“Feyd…” you whispered.

His name sounded sweet on your tongue. He smiled gently, something you had yet to see his stoic face do. You nodded at him, agreeing to use his name. You both watched each other in the dim light of the room. He sat on the edge, arms length away from you.

Bravely you reached for his hand, pulling towards you slightly as you sat up, resting against the headboard with his large hand in your lap. “How do you feel about this? The marriage.” You asked, gesturing between the two of you.

Feyd paused, thinking his answer through. “Neither of us had much choice, I know this. But I wish to serve you adequately as a husband.” His thumb smoothed over your palm.

“And love? Do you ever wish for that?” You asked him. He didn’t answer so you answered yourself, “I do, perhaps we can find things to love in each other.” You said, looking off into the void of darkness in the corner of the room.

“It was my first kiss today, did you know that?” You rambled on.

Feyd watched as you caressed his fingers nervously. You weren’t afraid to be touching him. Or talking to him. “Is that so?” He asked.

You nodded, pink tinging your cheeks in embarrassment.

“How did you feel?” He asked, his voice light, as if he were relaxed.

“I felt… strange. As if my stomach were about to drop and fly away all at the same moment.” You told him honestly. He chuckled slightly, in turn you gave him a smile back. “Was I bad at it?” You asked, face scrunching up at the thought of embarrassing yourself or displeasing the Na-Baron.

“It was lovely,” he started, moving to envelope your cheeks in his large, pale hands.

Your heart was racing, your stomach felt just like it had at the altar, and an unfamiliar heat was pooling between your legs. Your eyes locked with his, absorbing everything he said and did.

“Do you want to do it again?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

You don’t know why, but you nodded. He gently brought your head to his, molding your lips together. Feyd was gentle and sweet, kissed full of passion and restraint. Something overtook you, you kept your lips on him longer. You nipped at his bottom lip, earning a groan from him as one of his hands dropped to your waist. Your hands melted down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingers. You felt how fast his heart was going as well, mimicking yours. Chaste kisses quickly turned into making out, you doing your best to follow Feyd’s lead. As his lips left your mouth, he kissed down your jaw to the crook of your neck. You could feel him sucking marks into your skin. You let out a sigh, never having felt like this before.

When one of Feyd’s hands landed on your thigh your body jerked backwards, trying to get out of his hold. He stopped his movements, eyes finding yours. “Forgive me, I got… carried away.” He sighed, relishing in the feel of how your lips felt on his.

“I liked it.” You said, unable to look at him, “but… can we not do anything else tonight?” You asked sheepishly.

Feyd nodded swiftly, agreeing as soon as the words left your mouth. “As you wish.” He responded.

“Would you stay with me?” You asked as he moved to return to his spot on the couch.

His eyes scanned the bed before he shuffled in next to you. You closed the space between you two, cuddling into his arms. His arms encircled your waist, you pecked the corner of his mouth quickly, “Good night, husband.” You said sweetly.

“Good night wife.” He responded as he rubbed circles into your back while watching you inhale and exhale.

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Naboo’s Note:

Hello! First dune fic! Love it because I love that bald megamind lookin motherfucker. Hope this one is good, if it’s not or has spelling/ grammar errors please know I typed this on my phone half asleep and did not review it at all. Will be writing more for my bald boyfriend, talk soon! Thanks for all the likes and comments! XOXOXOXXOXOXO!!!!!

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Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 2 - 1.4K WC

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here!)

Part 3 NSFW 18+

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Warnings: murder, attempted murder, using the voice, Feyd being soft, y/n is bad ass, idk man I wrote this kinda stoned so forgive whatever mistakes there are btw there is gonna be a steamy part 3 soon!!

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You awoke to Feyd sitting up abruptly. You saw his eyes narrow in on the door. He pushed himself out of the bed, you pulled the blanket up around yourself. 

“Take your dress off.” Feyd said.

“What?” you said in shock.

“Trust me.” he said.

You slipped the shoulders of your dress off, keeping yourself covered with the blanket. Feyd acted like he was putting his pants back on when the door slid open. The Baron himself entered your shared apartments. 

“Nephew! I trust you had an agreeable night with your bride?” he said with a disgusting smile. 

Feyd nodded, face stone cold. The Baron moved towards you and you shrunk back from his imposing figure. Feyd was by your side in an instant, standing between you and the Baron. 

“Already soft for them? Don’t be weak Feyd.” he said, mocking him for having an attachment to you. 

The Baron shoved him aside, yanking you from the bed. You stumbled, trying to stay upright but also trying to keep yourself covered. Feyd caught you, holding you up before pushing you behind him. He noticed the slight shake in your body and fear in your eyes. His uncle was formidable but to you, he was terrifying. 

The Baron gazed down at the blood on the sheets, a content smile on his face as he turned to Feyd. “Well done dear nephew, a Harkonnen heir will be well on its way if you are this persistent.” he said as his eyes raked over the little he could see of your form. 

“Uncle.” Feyd responded flatly, bowing his head slightly as his uncle left your apartments. 

Feyd immediately turned around to face you. You held the sheets closer to you, shaking uncontrollably. Feyds hands went to hold you but he stopped himself. Your eyes met his before you leaned into him, resting against his chest. His movements stuttered for a moment. He had never felt somebody so relaxed against him. Quite the opposite actually, everyone was always tense around him. His arms encircled you, holding you tightly. He rested his head against you, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. You started to sway with him unconsciously, finding peace with one another in the moment. Feyd felt you lean back slightly, your hand coming to hold his cheek, he kept his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch. 

“Not what I expected.” you said, barely audible. Your eyes roamed his face, taking in his sharp features. 

He opened his eyes, finding yours. “What?” he whispered in response, his hand coming up to hold yours against him. 

“You aren’t what I expected.” you stated a little louder.

“What did you expect?” he asked. He already knew the answer. A killer. A psychotic, power hungry Harkonnen - like his uncle. 

“I expected you to be what they made you.” you said, thumb running over his cheek softly.

Made him. They had made him the way he was. But there was still a sliver of himself. His true self which longed for connection, kindness, love. Perhaps you could nurture this bit of him, as you already have. You are the only one who has made him feel warm inside, a warmth he wanted to revel in. 

“I think you’re right. We can find things to love in one another.” he took your hand from his cheek, kissing your palm. 

You gave him a toothy smile before standing on your toes to connect your lips in a sweet kiss momentarily. Feyd’s lips chased yours when you parted, kissing you one more time before separating for good. Feyd reached over to the bed, handing you your discarded dress. You thanked him, standing behind the nearby privacy screen to put it back on, not that it left much to the imagination but it was better than being naked. 

“I was told to meet with the Reverend Mother today. To be given a proper tour of Geidi Prime and learn my new duties.” you told him as you watched him dress. 

He nodded, “I will be in meetings most of the day. Figuring out what to do with the rats of Arrakis.” he said, “I will see you tonight.” he said as he gave a soft smile. He kissed your knuckles before leaving. 

Hardly a moment passed before your maids arrived to dress you and take you to the Reverend Mother. 

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You felt exhausted after your long day. The Reverend Mother was imposing and expected much from you to properly serve House Harkonnen. The Reverend Mother made it well known she did not prefer you, she preferred your sister. Your sister who had taken to the Bene Gesserit ways was a much more “suitable” match in her opinion. But you would suffice, she said. As soon as your intricate dress was taken off you dismissed your maids. You washed quickly before laying on your bed. You watched the black sun start to eclipse, it made you miss the warmth of the golden sun from your home planet. You heard the door slide open, before you could roll over you felt yourself being pulled to the edge of the bed. You saw three Harkonnen women, smiling with inky black teeth. One held your ankles down, another held your wrists down, and the third one with a thick black line down her forehead straddled you, covering your mouth with her hand. You kept still, afraid to make any movements. 

The one straddling you leaned in close to your face sniffing you a bit before writhing on top of you, “You smell so sweet, I wonder how you taste?” she said in an eerily vacant voice, as if she was without a soul to make her whole.

You pulled harshly, trying to free your hands or feet when you saw the shiny silver blade beneath the dress of the woman straddling you. You heard the door open, seeing Feyd walk inside. He froze, watching as the women gawked at him. The woman straddling you finally removed her hand from your mouth.

You spoke in an echoey, irresistibly powerful tone. You may not be Bene Gesserit but you mastered using the voice when you were still being considered between you or your sister. “STOP.”, everyone, including Feyd, stopped moving.

“RELEASE ME.” they did as you said, letting go of your hands and wrists.

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.” the woman above you handed you the blade, her face full of shock as she tried to resist to no avail. 

“GET OFF ME. STAND WITH THE OTHERS.” you commanded them easily. You looked at the pale women grouped together. Typically, you would be merciful. But you were a Harkonnen now, you were almost assassinated by Harkonnen’s. These people were no strangers to killing, in fact, they were rather experts in it. 

You handed the knife to the woman with the black line on her head, “KILL YOUR SISTERS, THEN YOURSELF.” you commanded. 

You watched as the woman stabbed and slashed at her friends before opening her own stomach. All of them slumped against the floor, blood pooling around them. Your breathing was heavy, your body tense. You felt arms grab you from behind, completely forgetting Feyd was there.

“KNEEL.” you said, your voice was booming. You had killed before but never while using the voice. It felt… addicting. To have that kind of power over others. 

You turned, eyes meeting Feyd’s when you looked down. “Feyd!” you said as you pulled him up, arms wrapping around his neck before crying into the crook of his neck. The emotion of it all set in, the panic in your nerves. 

Feyd wrapped his arms around your waist, “This is all my fault.” he mumbled. 

You leaned back, “How?” you said, confusion covering your face. 

“They were my darlings… my concubines.” he said, shamefully looking down and away from your eyes. 

Your heart felt odd, it hurt but you also sought clarity. “Did you love them?” you asked, holding his cheek. 

“No, never.” he said immediately, trying to hold your hand but too nervous to fully grasp it. “I made them maids, I never thought they would seek you out.” you could hear the guilt in his voice.

You looked between Feyd and the three dead women before you. “Hush now, I’m alright. This isn’t your fault, their actions are their own.”

Feyd nodded, finally meeting your eyes. You saw tears sitting in his eyes, something you never thought you’d see. “They almost killed you.” he said, voice cracking slightly. 

“But they didn’t. I’m not as fragile as you think my love.” you smiled softly at him, trying to brighten the mood. 

The corner of his lips twitched up slightly, “I knew you were strong, now I know where your strength lies.” he said before pulling you into a kiss.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey! Loved writing this it was sooooo fun. Part three should be out sometime soon, might be over the weekend though. I would love some requests in regards to Feyd so send them my way! Love ya'll, thanks for the likes, comments, and reblogs. XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

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Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 3 - 3.4K WC NSFW 18+

Part 1

Part 2

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Warnings: SMUT, like gah damn, Feyd being sweet and soft but only for you because fuck everyone else, the Baron being a creep, Reverend Mother - ness, using the voice, blood, virginity loss (its a social construct but whatever), consent king, aftercare, scheming, plotting, play fighting to show who's boss, bad ass reader, honest to god - this is a GOOD one

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You watched as the servants removed the bodies of Feyd’s darlings. They seemed so unbothered, you realized this was probably not the first time they had cleaned up bodies. Your regular maids tried not to watch as they dressed you, keeping their heads low.

“Wait,” you said to the maid removing the blade brought to the ambush from last night. 

Feyd leaned against the doorway, watching. 

“Wait.” you said a bit louder as she moved to leave your apartments.

“STOP.” you said using the voice. 

The woman stopped dead in her tracks, eyes going wide as she stood still. 

“BRING ME THE KNIFE.” you commanded. Your maids moved away from you so the woman could bring you the blade. You felt the cold steel in your palm before your spoke again, “LEAVE US, ALL OF YOU.” 

The door shut quickly and when your eyes met Feyd’s you couldn’t help but comment on his smug appearance. 

“What?” you asked him innocently, tilting your head slightly.

“You’re taking to our ways already. Power suits you, Na-Baroness.” he said as he approached you slowly, picking up your free hand to kiss your knuckles. 

He kissed them softly before you saw his eyes flit to the long knife in your opposite hand. You watched him start to shift his stance slightly. Everything slowed down as you gave him a cheeky smile. He yanked you towards him by the hand he was still holding onto. You ducked down, his grip holding your wrist. You elbowed him in the back of the knee, as he fell you ripped your arm from his grasp. He threw his arm out at you again, attempting to get ahold of you. The force from ripping your arm away threw you back, using that to your advantage you threw both your feet into his chest, kicking him back. He fell onto his back. Before he could anticipate another move you climbed on top of him, knees on his biceps. 

You flipped the knife around, holding it to his neck, “Yield?” you questioned, breathing heavy with a grin tugging at your lips. 

His black teeth were visible between his small panting breaths. You felt his hips shift before you felt one of his legs curl over your shoulder, forcing you to the floor. Now he straddled you, moving to hold one of your arms down you threw the knife, catching it with your opposite. You held the knife to Feyd’s ribs.

“Yield?” you asked again.

“You’re not in a position to be asking me to yield.” he chuckled lowly, “You think I’m afraid of being stabbed?” he chided. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t test me, husband.”

“Or what, wife?” he responded. You had never seen him so playful. Granted this was a violent situation and most in your position would be absolutely petrified. 

Not you though. Fear is the mind killer. “LEAN FORWARD.” you said, the voice making his body lurch. You smacked your head into his, knocking him over. He groaned at the sharp pain before he looked at you. You expected rage to be in his eyes; the formidable Feyd Rautha losing a fight? Never. Yet all you saw was complete adoration, and even a hint of lust. You held the knife under his chin, “Yield?” you asked finally.

His eyes raked over you, you were starting to enjoy seeing him on his knees before you. He nodded before standing. You threw the knife onto the bed before looking at him. You left a small cut on his cheek when you headbutted him, you swiped up the dribble of blood seeping out onto your thumb. Feyd watched your every move. You put your thumb in your mouth, sucking the iron from your digit. His pupils were blown wide, the air in the room felt thick. You felt an unfamiliar warmth ignite in your lower belly, it trickled down to your core. You wanted more of the feeling but weren’t sure how to amplify it, or what even caused it.

Your eyes were lost in each other, locked in, focusing solely on the current moment. Feyd’s hands ghosted over your hips, you moved closer to him. Your breaths mingled, lips a centimeter apart. The door flew open, the Reverend Mother entering with fellow Bene Gesserit sisters following behind her. Feyd’s face instantly grew cold, but you could see it was to save face from the immense annoyance he felt. 

“Breed them later,” she said, waving Feyd off. “You have been summoned by The Baron, quickly now.” she said before turning to walk out, expecting you to follow her. 

Your eyes shifted to Feyd who was already looking at you with worry etched onto his sharp features. You opened your mouth to speak before he put his finger over his mouth, motioning for you to hush. He walked to you silently, pulling your dress up he attached his Holtzman shield to your upper thigh. You watched as he turned it on, a blue blur shimmering over you slightly before settling. You felt Feyd’s fingertips ghost over your thigh, making your eyes flutter closed and head tilt back. The warmth from earlier back in full force. Oh - he was what made you feel like that. He released your dress, adjusting it back to its rightful place before he squeezed your hand. “Be cautious, trust no one.” he whispered before leaving, glaring at the Reverend Mother as he went.

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You kneeled before the Baron as you entered the Great Hall. You kept your head down and eyes off him, “Baron.”

“I’ve been told you killed three maids.” he said gruffly, smoking his pipe.

“Three maids who tried to kill me.” you responded, rising.

“And how did you manage this?” he chuckled, “Did Feyd do it? You can tell me, he won’t get in trouble. Maids are so easily replaceable.”

“I assure you, I killed them. I was trained in combat by a former member of the Sardaukar.” you said, hands clenching each other tightly. 

“And you said her sister was preferable? She seems more than adequate.” he said to the Reverend Mother, blowing out a puff of smoke. “How is married life?”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to dignify him with an answer. “I am doing my very best to please the Na-Baron.” you said. 

“My nephew has never been easy to please. He grows bored quickly; and you killed his darlings. What will become of you when he is bored and has no toys?” the Baron laughed.

“We shall see.” you said, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to snap at him. Harkonnen’s are full of fury, but you had learned that patience and planning was the best way to know your enemy. You were always watching, observing. And what you observed now was the Baron, testing you. Seeing which way you would fall, to him or to Feyd. “I live to serve House Harkonnen.” you said, kneeling and holding your arms out, opening yourself up completely. Your head was bowed but you honed your hearing in, listening to the silent exchange between the Reverend Mother and the Baron. This skill was more difficult for you than the voice but you managed. 

You listened to their minds echo.

“Use her to control Feyd.” thought the Reverend Mother.

You could feel the Baron’s agreement, “Control Feyd, control the Emperium entirely.”

You kept your face devoid of emotion, your mind clear so Reverend Mother knew nothing of your eavesdropping. 

“Rise.” said the Baron. 

You gave him a sweet smile, “Might I walk the halls? I have yet to adjust my eyes to the darkness of Geidi Prime, I would like to heighten my sight.” asimple, silly request but one you hoped he would oblige. 

“Of course.” said the Baron. 

You bowed to him and the Reverend Mother before walking out of the hall. You walked back towards your apartments, wanting to talk to Feyd about what just transpired. When you arrived Feyd was nowhere to be found. 

You walked up to your guards, “Where is the Na-Baron?”

“I am unable to say, Na-Baroness.” he said sternly.

“TELL ME.” you snapped at him in the voice. 

“He is in the arena, training.” he said, shaking his head after he told you, unsure why he did so given his orders.

“FETCH HIM.” you commanded before walking back into your apartments, listening to the guards hurried steps. 

You kicked off your shoes and held your stomach, trying to pace your breathing while in such a tight dress. You clawed at the laces of your corset, letting out a grumble when you failed to even untie the initial string. Once you heard the door slide open you turned around. Your breathing was still erratic but you quickly made your way to him. You looked both ways for prying ears, your guards given to you by the Baron himself stood watch.

“LEAVE US.” you told them before shutting and locking the chamber door.

Feyd’s face was covered with confusion. You pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his neck. “That man is evil…” you said to him. 

“What?” he responded, pulling you back by your hips.

“The Baron… the Reverend Mother… they want to use me to control you.” you said, looking into his eyes nervously.

“How do you know this?” he asked, tone still gentle, purely inquisitive. 

“How do you think?” your voice echoed in his mind, yet your lips remained unmoving. “Feyd… I’m scared… I don’t want to be some political pawn. I… I just want to be…” you said, biting your lip before you could finish your sentence.

“Want to be what?” he said, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears before his hands came to cradle your face. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, “Yours.” you paused, “I am your wife, my loyalties lie with you. Always with you. You are the only person I have on this god forsaken planet. The only person I trust. The only person I want.” your hands held his face, eyes glossy with tears. 

He could see it, the genuine nature of everything you just said. Truth be told, he felt the same way. You were the only person he felt anything for, a fire in him burned for you and you alone. You were the only one who could make him vulnerable and soft. He wanted to be that way with you. To be held, cherished, loved. Love. He knew little of it, sex and violence were what fueled him prior to you. Yet here you stood, holding him. Declaring yourself to him, not House Harkonnen. He loved you the minute he saw you, he thought to himself. As if it were fate. 

“Feyd… talk to me.” you said, interrupting his train of thought. 

“I want you too.” he whispered before connecting your lips.

You melted into him, arms going around his neck to deepen the kiss. You felt none of the panic you felt on your wedding night. You wanted him to touch you, feel you, love you. Your tongues mingled together, you mimicked Feyd’s movements. You nipped at his bottom lip instinctually; he sucked in a breath, separating from you. He licked at the drop of blood falling from his lip. 

“Sorry!” you said hurriedly, “I… I’m not really sure what to do.” you could feel your face heating up, thankfully the black sun was eclipsing so the room was shrouded in darkness. Only the red lights in the room cast an ethereal glow.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

“I want you… show me how.” you said.

Feyd leaned back in, kissing you fervently. You felt his hands slide up your hips to start untying your corset. He pulled the ribbon through the endless holes before you felt it go limp. Your breasts peeked out as your dress slowly started to slip off. You felt his hands run up your waist before he slid his hands up your arms.

“Have you never been touched?” he asked, noticing how even the slightest of touches made you squirm.

You shook your head, “No, never.”

“May I touch you?” he whispered as his lips hovered over your neck.

“You already are.” you said, trying to sound like you were still in control of yourself when in reality your mind was hazy. Your senses felt dialed to 11 as he barely touched you. 

“Everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere.” he said, licking your neck quickly before blowing on it, making goosebumps flood over your skin. You shivered slightly, making him smirk. 

“Ok.” you breathed out.

“Ok? Tell me to stop if you want to stop. We don’t have to do this, I want you no matter what.” he said in all seriousness, gaze never leaving yours as he asked for your consent. 

“I want to… please Feyd, make me feel good.” you said, almost moaning it out. The anticipation of his touch driving you mad. 

Feyd wasted no time tugging the rest of your dress down. He ripped the corset away, watching the way the black and red fabric pooled around your hips. He kissed, sucked, licked over the vast expanse of your chest. You held him close, body tingling with every move he made. You let out a small yelp when he took your nipple in his mouth, head falling back when he played with your other breast. He held your thighs before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down, legs hanging off the edge. You felt his hands caress your upper body as he kissed his way down. His hands held the last bit of your dress, the fabric was barely being held up by your hips. His eyes flicked to yours, seeking permission. You nodded at him repeatedly. He pulled the dress off, leaving you bare. You felt overly exposed as his eyes wandered over every dip and curve. 

You tried to cover yourself, embarrassed. Feyd’s gentle hands grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from you. “Perfection,” he said, “utter perfection.” 

“I want to see you too.” you said, hands tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He removed his upper armor and shoes before stopping.

“Come take what you want.” he said, lust completely consuming him. He wanted to see how desperate you were for him, how much you needed him. 

You smirked but he didn’t miss the slight tremble in your hands as you pulled his shirt off. Your eyes drank in his pale torso. Muscles rippled over his entire body, you didn’t even realize you were already moving to touch him. You felt over him before needing more like some insatiable beast. Your hands couldn’t move fast enough as you fiddled with his belt, his pants finally loose enough for you to pull down. All that remained was his underwear, you could see a straining bulge in his pants. Feyd pushed you back gently so you were laying with your legs off the bed once more. You rested on your elbows, watching to see what he was doing. He dropped to his knees before you. His hand pushed your legs apart.

“So good… is this all for me?” he asked, his head inching closer to your dripping core.

Before you could answer he attached his mouth you your clit, “Ah, fuck!” you moaned. He ate you out like a man starved. He had one goal in mind, make you cum on his tongue twice before he even considered fucking you. Your body writhed, the pleasure consuming you completely. His strong arms held your hips down, your thighs encasing his head. You felt the heat in your lower belly start to spill over, it flowed in your veins scorching you. Your back arched as he sucked and licked at you incessantly.

“Feyd!” you shrieked, unable to compose yourself as you were overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling of euphoria. 

Feyd didn’t slow his movements, he watched your slick coat his fingers before he teased your entrance. Your body trembled as he slowly pumped his two fingers in and out of you. He kept his pace for a moment before speeding up, resuming his sucking on your clit. Your soft mewls and whines were music to his ears. “Come on love, I know you can be a good girl for me and cum.”

He mumbled as he was more focused on sucking your bundle of nerves than talking. You clamped your thighs around his head as you rode his face, milking your orgasm for all it was worth. When you finally loosened your grip on his head he nipped and sucked love bites into your inner thighs before kissing his way up to you. “You alright?” he asked. 

“I never want to leave this bed.” you chuckled, caressing his face. You felt his bulge rubbing against your sensitive core slightly. You decided to test out his reactions. You grinded into him, he was painfully hard. He let out a strangled groan. You slipped your hand between your bodies, your hand dipping into his underwear finally gripping him where he wanted you most. You watched his eyes flutter closed. You paced yourself as you tugged him off, watching his face for reactions while listening to the little noises he made. Your thumb rubbed over his slick tip, making him lurch forwards.

“W - wait…” he huffed out.

You let go of him immediately, “Did I do something wrong?” 

“The opposite actually…” he said with a breathy laugh. You watched as he pulled his underwear off, you gasped when his cock slapped against his stomach. You watched the black precum leak from his pale pink tip. You took him all in, he was beautiful.

“Do you want to have sex?” he asked, kissing over your chest and neck lazily. 

You bucked your hips up to him. He ran his cock through your folds, hitting your clit while coating you in him. You felt him position himself before he looked at you with a worried gaze. “This might hurt,” he said before pushing in slowly. 

You expected pain but this felt like you were being torn in half. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, slipping down your face when Feyd finally bottomed out. He held still, eyes finally flitting to your face, he saw your tears. He glanced down, he saw his black seed mixed with your crimson blood. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, feeling guilty for making you hurt even if it’ll bring you pleasure. 

“No,” you shook your head, “Keep going.” you said pulling him closer to you so you could hook your legs around his waist. 

This position felt much better and as he started moving, you felt the pain ebb into pleasure. Tears kept falling from your eyes but these were tears of joy, of bliss. He couldn’t find where to look, everywhere his eyes landed he saw something more delicious than the last place he looked. He became entranced with your belly, watching the bulge reappear with every thrust. He sped up, his high approaching quickly. You sensed his urgency, rubbing your clit furiously you pushed yourself over the edge. You felt your pussy milking him for everything he was worth, you also felt his hot seed deep inside you. Feyd collapsed on top of you, using the last of his strength to keep himself from crushing you. He shifted to lay next to you. Neither of you said anything for a moment before Feyd stood up and walked into the bathroom. Your heart dropped, was he just using you for sex? He returned before your thoughts could spiral. He wiped your face with the damp cloth before he gently cleaned between your legs, careful not to overstimulate your puffy clit. He wiped his cock before throwing the cloth to the floor. You shimmied backwards, pulling the covers over yourself. Feyd followed suit. You cuddled into him instantly. 

“Thank you.” you said sleepily.

“For what?” he asked, massaging your scalp.

“Everything,” you mumbled. He smiled watching you try to fight sleep. “I love you Feyd.” 

He halted his movements for a second before curling into you, holding you. “I love you Y/N.” he kissed your head, holding you close. He let the warmth of the moment envelop him. Yep, this was love. Feyd Rautha, the psychotic killer, was deeply in love.

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Feyd Rautha X Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

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Warnings: fluff, murder, the Voice, Feyd being Feyd, some soft moments, some kinda psycho moments, implied sex but nothing NSFW, smack talk

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“Good morning my love.” you said as you hugged Feyd from behind as he finished dressing. You rested your head on his broad back, breathing him in.

He smiled softly to himself before turning around in your grasp. “Hello darling.” he said before bending down and picking you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist. He set you down on the bathroom counter, you pulled back to kiss him sleepily.

You hummed in content as he returned your affection, “I love you.” you said to him as you started to wake up fully.

He moved your legs apart to stand between them, caressing your hips slowly. “I have to meet with Rabban and the Baron today. Arrakis is proving to be more difficult than we anticipated.” he sighed.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” you whined as you trailed your hands to his waistband, running your finger along the inside barely.

Feyd sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder. You had not been long married but you adored each other. He felt lucky to have you, and you felt the same. You got to see a Feyd no one else saw. “I must, my sweet.” he said, tilting your chin up so he could kiss you slowly.

You nodded, smiling brightly at him. He moved to walk away but you tugged him back once more to indulge yourself in one final kiss. “I love you.” He whispered.You smiled cheekily as he gave your hand a squeeze before leaving. You sighed watching him walk away; you loved him endlessly.

You hopped off the counter, calling for your maids. They dressed you in your typical pastels. You adorned your black necklace, the same one Feyd wore so everyone could identify you as the Na-Baroness. You wandered the halls of the palace mostly, finding solace in the quiet. You spent a good amount of time in the library as well, finding the books Harkonnens chose to keep around rather interesting. A lot of histories surprisingly. The closer you wandered to the Great Hall the more you heard other voices. You approached a cracked door, hearing the generals inside speak.

“She hardly acts like a Na-Baroness. She is not a Harkonnen, she will never be a Harkonnen. Any child that blooms from her will be weak. A disgrace to the Na-Baron.” one said with venom in his voice.

“She does not even use her skills as a Bene Gesserit, she dishonors everything she touches.” another spat.

Your eyes held hot tears which streamed down your face the moment you turned to leave. The door swung open before you could walk away, knocking you to the ground. The generals stood above you, the larger one scoffed “See? Weak, licentious.”. Their gazes held such malcontent towards you, it burned your very soul. You rushed back to your chambers, throwing yourself into bed before you curled into a ball. You knew when you married Feyd some found you too different to become a Harkonnen. You were the embodiment of your planet: peaceful, bright, colorful, calm, loving. All traits Feyd loved you for, as he had never known such things. It is why he picked you out of all the brides offered to him. You fell asleep crying, wishing the people of Geidi Prime could see you, truly see you..

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Feyd returned to your shared chambers. He smiled softly when he saw you curled up, until he saw the streak marks on your cheeks. You had obviously been crying for hours. Feyd caressed your cheeks, slowly waking you up.

“What is it my darling?” He said gruffly.

Your eyes immediately watered for a second time that day, “Nothing.” You sighed trying to not let tears spill.

“You have always been a terrible liar.” He said, making you smirk for a second.

“I just wish Harkonnens liked me more…” you said, grasping his hand, smoothing your fingers over his knuckles to calm your anxiety.

Feyd’s face bunched up in confusion, “What?” He said.

“I overheard some generals today… they think I’m weak, that I’m not worthy of being your Na-Baroness… what if they’re right?” You said, shifting closer to rest your head on his chest.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, “Don’t say that, don’t even think it.” He said, you could feel the sadness behind his words.

You nodded, leaning up to kiss his neck. He hummed in pleasure. “Would you… recognize these men again?” He moaned out breathlessly as you began to kiss down his body.

You nodded wordlessly, coming back up to his face. “I’ll give you their hearts.” He said, smiling coldly.

Something about the look in his eyes lit a fire in you, “They want me to be a Harkonnen, let me give them Harkonnen justice.” You said.

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You stood in the Great Hall, all of Feyd’s generals lined up before you. You sat formidably on the throne before them, right on Feyd’s lap. You could see the contempt in the two generals eyes before you whispered to Feyd which men it was. Everyone else was dismissed, leaving the four of you in the vast hall.

“It has come to my attention that you both refuse to acknowledge the ascension of the Na-Baroness. Is this true?” Feyd asked in a cold, flat tone.

The generals fumbled; shaking their heads while uttering denials. You sighed, throwing your legs over before standing up and walking down the steps. You were two steps above the main floor, they looked up to you.

“Speak the truth.” You said softly.

“Nothing of the sort has occurred Na-Baron.” One said, sending you a sideways glance. As if Feyd would believe them over you.

“KNEEL, BOTH OF YOU.” You said using the Voice. They wanted a Harkonnen Na-Baroness, you were going to give them one. One who took advantage of all powers they possessed.

The men knelt before you, you walked closer grabbing one’s face harshly. You could see in his eyes how much he hated you. How much he wanted to fight back.

“SPEAK THE TRUTH.” You commanded, the Voice reverberating through the hall.

The men spoke without control, rambling about how you were unworthy of being the Na-Baroness. About how soft you were, how you were unable to conform to Harkonnen ways.

Silence fell over the room, you released the man’s face roughly. You made your way back to the throne, speaking as you went, “You believe I am soft. And you’d be right. I am merciful.”

You looked at them once you reached Feyd, reaching for his hand before you settled on his lap again. “But you do not wish for mercy. You wish for a Na-Baroness who follows the Harkonnen ways.” You kissed Feyd’s neck up to his cheek before looking back to the men. “I wish to bathe in red. Run me a bath.” You said.

The men looked between each other, confused. “CUT OUT YOUR HEARTS.” You commanded.

You and Feyd watched in delight, the men fighting against themselves to no avail. Cutting deep into their chests you would never forget the sound of their ribs cracking as they reached inside their chests, ripping their still beating hearts from themselves. You watched them fall, hearts in hand. The pool of blood grew by the second.

You called for a servant, who looked horrified at the mess, never knowing you to do something like this. “Yes Na-Baroness?” They said softly with their head down.

You didn’t like their fear, but you liked the respect and power you had over them. “Preserve their hearts for me. Bring them to our chambers.” You ordered.

The woman nodded, scurrying out of the Great Hall. “We should return to our chambers.” Feyd whispered into the crook of your neck.

“Oh? And why’s that?” You said, meeting his gaze.

“Because I have never wanted you more than I do right now.” He breathed out, nipping at your neck as his hands smoothed over your hips and thighs.

You moaned leaning back into him, “Take me here Na-Baron. Take me on your throne.” You kissed his lips before moving to straddle him.

“As you wish, Na-Baroness.” He said before pulling your dress open, attaching his lips to your chest.

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Naboo’s Note:

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