#feyd blurb

[lovlidollie]

Feyd cockwarming 💡😈

i have so many thoughts about this.

whenever you’re in a particularly subby or small headspace, you love crawling into feyd’s lap and sinking down onto his thick cock. the stretch makes your brain buzz so nicely, makes you feel so floaty and good. feyd is big in all aspects, big cock, big hands, big legs, big everything. your thighs would perch on top of his, one of his hands wrapping itself possessively around your waist while the other rubs your ass. you’d burrow your head in his neck, sucking the skin there to mark him for everyone to see. feyd is big into marking, he likes bruising and biting your pretty skin, and adores it when you do the same. he’d smirk at how far under you are and how you periodically clench around him. it’s hard for feyd to stop himself from desperately fucking up into you. he gives you enough time to destress and relax whilst impaled on him before he goes completely animalistic.

on the other hand, feyd uses cockwarming as a punishment. say you’ve been bad today; you’ve been ignoring him, not listening, you’re touching up the guards more intimately than you have to. feyd doesn’t have a lot of patience, but when it comes to discipline? he can sit there and punish you for hours on end before he so much so as even thinks of fucking you. his favourite way to do it is to get you completely naked while he still has all his clothes on. it’s a humiliation tactic that works wonderfully on you. feyd would force you to sit on his lap, the real punishment being that you aren’t allowed to face him. he places you with your back to his chest, and pries your legs apart so he can force himself into you. he doesn’t prep you (why would he it’s your punishment) and it fucking hurts. on a good night where he’s spent hours dutifully spreading you open so you can take him somewhat comfortably, it still pinches when he slides in. on a night like this, feyd relishes your pained cries and how your legs jerk in his hold from the intrusion.

“stay still,” he’d hiss at you. if you so much so as clenched a little too hard he’d pull himself out and use his belt on you.

feyd would make you sit on his cock for hours. you’re leaking around him, dripping onto his balls and the bedsheets underneath. you’re crying too, you just want to look at him, want to see him. it feels so detached and isolating not being able to face him. no matter how much you cry or how much you plead and apologise, feyd wouldn’t give in. it would hurt him, to keep you in a position like this for so long, but discipline was discipline and if this was the only way to fix your behaviour then he would do it over and over again.

when he finally thinks you’ve had enough, he’d slip himself out, and you’d gush around nothing. he’s throughly split you open, your hole gaping with your arousal. feyd would pick you off his lap and lay you down on his bed. the second you see him again you start crying relieved tears. he’s rock hard and instead of fucking you like you think he will, he fists his cock over your body until he cums, using you as a literal cumdump.

[houserautha]

Feyd always leaves before reader can wake up. Everyday reader wakes up to look beside her to see him and puts her hand out to feel him but it's always empty. Reader gets upset with Feyd for taking away the pleasure to wake up to him everyday.

I have a HC that Feyd just like never seems to sleep so this is pretty fitting. I think sometimes he might fall asleep with reader, though, but always is gone before the morning (and probably way before that even)

The morning light rouses you from your sleep. Half awake, you roll onto your side, hand splaying out. It makes no contact, however, which further stirs you and you blink sleepily at the empty side of the bed. You’re not surprised. You’ve never woken with Feyd beside you but you can’t help but feel that familiar stab of disappointment.

Sliding your legs out of bed, you press your toes into the carpeted floor and stretch your arms over your head. You rise to your feet and turn to relieve yourself. “Holy — what are you doing?”

Feyd stands a few feet from you. Amusement flickers on his features. “Nothing.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” You scrutinize him, your panic subsiding. “You’re never here in the morning.”

“I thought you would be awake.”

You glare at him. “Clearly not.” You scuffle across the floor to the bathroom but stop before you hit the threshold. “Why aren’t you? Here,” you clarify when he arches a brow.

“I’m busy.”

“Hm,” you say in way of reply. Not wanting him to see your disappointment, you go into the bathroom and relieve yourself. When you open the door, he’s standing right there. “Shit! Stop doing that!”

“You’re upset.”

“That you keep scaring me? Yeah, a little.” You brush past him.

Feyd catches your elbow, spinning you back around to face him. “You’re upset that I don’t stay.”

“Well, yeah,” you say. It embarrasses you that this is something you want, so childish.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” Feyd says. His smooth brow is furrowed.

“Of course I want you to.”

The rest of the day passes in a blur and by nighttime, you fall into bed and almost immediately fall asleep. Your sleep is peaceful, more than usual, and this time when the morning light rouses you, there’s a solid body in the bed next to you. Surprise grips you but then the body shifts, one arm thrown over your side to rest gingerly on your stomach, and Feyd’s familiar scent washes over you. You open your mouth to relay your delight, then realize that he is soundly asleep.

His face is tranquil like this — no masked expression, no lines of concentration or anger. Plush lips parted, lashes dark against the skin of his cheeks. You imagine he looks how he did as a child, liberated from the violence of his life.

You smile and nestle in closer to his warmth.

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“does it hurt, pretty?” feyd hisses out as he forces his cock deeper into you. you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes as you poorly attempt to grab onto feyd’s large hands. he presses you harder into the mattress, fingertips squeezing the sides of your waist. bruises litter your throat and chest and thighs, every inch of skin marked by him. you can’t talk, head so gone with how well he’s fucking you, just “feyd feyd feyd feyd” slipping out your reddened mouth with every thrust. he squishes your cheeks together, lips twisting into a menacing smirk when you blink up at him with wet eyelashes. he’s been fucking you for hours on end, warrior stamina keeping him going while he ruins you over and over again. “feyd, please,” you manage to squeak out. “hurts s’much.” he laughs, deep and cruel and it makes you feel so humiliated. feyd leans over and bites your shoulder hard, moaning at your startled shriek. “you’ll take me forever won’t you, pretty? keep my cock warm and wet for as long as i want?” he feels the way you clench at his words. feyd swears he feels his cock get harder in response. “pain has never felt so good before has it, little pet? soon, only pleasure will remain.”

[lovlidollie]

Feyd spanking-

yes. oh my god yes. went a little bit overboard with this one, hope u enjoy !

feyd has rules. rules that he expects you to follow. he needs you to listen, to be obedient and good. he likes it when you’re soft, and floaty and treat him like he’s the only thing you need (which let’s be honest, he is). he likes having control over you. likes to tell you what you can wear, who you can talk to, what you can and can’t do around geidi prime. if you obey him, he treats you. spoils you with gifts exported from other planets, takes you to his favourite childhood hideouts, lets you cum as many times as you want. if you’re really good he uses his mouth on you and makes you cum so hard you black out.

feyd doesn’t give second chances. the second you start acting up, say your outfit is more low cut than usual, or you’re being bratty and saying no to him, he will waste no time. discipline is very important to feyd. he would drag you by the wrist, ignoring your shocked outburst at his sudden aggression, to his private chambers. you think you’re so smart by telling him that he’s overreacting, and that you’re not doing anything wrong. feyd would snarl in response, veins in his forehead ticking. he would be fuming, you’d be able to hear his teeth gritting together as he throws you over his lap. this entire time he hasn’t said an entire word and you’re starting to get worried. you realise that maybe trying to rile him up was a bad idea. “feyd,” you’d say uncertainly, wriggling in his strong hold. “let me go.”

the sharp sound of fabric tearing is his response. he’s ripped a gaping hole in your clothes, giving him full access to your ass and upper thighs.

“here i thought you were good. here i thought i had taught you manners.” his voice is gravelly, fury barely contained as he strokes your skin.

“feyd-feyd m’sorry okay? i won’t do it again, i promise!” he’d reduced you down to a whimpering, pathetic, mess and he hadn’t even started yet. “please let me go.”

feyd laughs at you. it’s menacing and scary and you tremble where you lay. “it’s too late for you. if you were my pretty pet we wouldn’t be here right now. if you were the good pet i know, you’d be cumming on my cock tonight. but you aren’t good are you? no, good pets fucking listen to their owners. you deserve this.”

the first spank against your ass hurts. he wasn’t starting off soft or giving you a chance to get used to it. feyd puts all his power into it, years of warrior training being obvious with how the pain radiates through you. you cry out, tears immediately running down your face. “f-feyd!”

“count.”

you whimper out a quiet ‘one,’ and he hums, “maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

he spanks you again, this time it hits the thin skin just under your left cheek, and you jerk up his lap from the impact. feyd doesn’t offer comfort through his punishment; doesn’t soothe the reddened skin with his large hands. he doesn’t even wait long enough for you to catch up before he’s doing it again.

feyd makes you count all of them. he keeps going until he’s satisfied he’s erased the badness from you. if you lose count or take to long to answer, he starts again from the top. he keeps going until you’re just a sniffling, drooly wreck with a bruised and battered ass.

when he’s done he would pick you up and seat you over his hardened cock, not caring if it hurts you. your head would find itself burrowing into his chest, wet faced and snotty nosed. “m’sorry, m’really really sorry. m’gonna be good for you, m’gonna be a good pet for you, won’t make you mad ‘nymore. won’t be a brat, i’ll listen and be good.”

feyd’s palm would come up and rub your head, and you’d start crying again from how good it felt to finally have comforting touch from him. he’d bring his other arm across your waist, hugging you tight into him, continuing to stroke your hair.

“c’mere sweet thing. you took your punishment well, pretty. did good for me didn’t you? yes, that’s right, did so good for me baby. you’ve learnt your lesson haven’t you? perfect pet, i’ll take care of you now.”

[lovlidollie]

so, ur feyd guilt tripping post on April 24th made me have a thought. After he compares you to his darlings (🤢) what if your just like “ya go to them then, clearly they fick you better” what would he say??

he would just freeze and his eyes would widen and his mouth would pop open (basically how he looked at paul when he yelled ‘silence’ using the voice). he wasn’t.. expecting you to agree.. he was just egging you on, he didn’t actually think his pets were better than you. literally goes “what.?”

but when he sees how serious you are, he shuffles out of your room, brain still buzzing with what you said. despite the fact that it was his fault, he feels a sense of betrayal, feels that he’s been abandoned; because what the fuck how dare you tell him that you weren’t good enough. you are perfect in his eyes you can literally do no wrong, yet here you are telling him to go to his pets. (he’s a paradoxical, hypocritical freak who doesn’t understand that you only said what you said because of what he said in the first place)

now feyd isn’t stupid, he can see that his words hurt you. but what you said hurt him (surprise surprise he’s just a sensitive little guy) so he decides to leave you there under the impression that he’s gone to fuck his darlings. in reality he seats himself outside your bedroom door, confused out of his mind. feyd can hear your sniffles and cries through the door, and it pulls the little heartstrings left in his heart. he’d make it up to you and he’d prove that he hadn’t in fact gone to his pets the day after, but it takes a lot more than that for you to forgive him.

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GURL… ok. Let’s just picture that you blessed feyd w/ a daughter. PLS JUST IMAGINE HIM DOING HER HAIR AND WATCHING HER BALLET PRACTICES 😭

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE. he’s already fascinated by your hair, and now he has this little angel who also has hair !!!! he would practise for hours on you, learning how to do different braids. feyd wants to make sure he’s comfortable with the movements on you before he tries on his daughter, because he doesn’t want to accidentally pull on her hair and hurt her little head :( feyd-rautha is a girldad and nothing will change my mind. anyone that tries to get close to her automatically disappears off of the face of the planet. he’d be the best dad to her, partly because he doesn’t want her treated the way the baron treated him, mostly because she was a part of both him and you. you were everything to him, and blessing him with a daughter (while not politically useful) just made him so much more enamoured with you.

he’d take her to every single dance recital, and would always, always show up to her shows. he wants to be so present in her life, feyd would give her the world if he could. if her comp clashed with one of his arena fights, he would literally put the arena on hold, show up for his daughter, bring her candies and congratulate her, and then go slaughter his opponent as fast as possible so he can get back to the loves of his life (you and mini you).

[lovlidollie]

on the random feyd hcs you just posted. Do you think Feyd would ever fuck his wife infront of everyone like in the orgy? Or like anything like that? And like how would that be likeee

ooooo i like this ! okay so this is going one of three ways me thinks ..

1. if you’re his wife then it’s a definite no. he’s a possessive freak ! he’s not against pda, in fact he loves it. feyd loves kissing you and groping you in public, especially around people that look at you like you’re something to eat (only he gets to eat you thank you very much.). but fucking you is a special type of intimacy that he’s decided only he gets to witness. if it’s a party, the most he’d do is touch you suggestively, make you squirmy and sensitive. he wants to watch you get desperate and stupid for him, knowing that you know he’s not going to do anything with everyone there. feyd and you always end up leaving parties and events early with the plan of fucking in his bed, but you guys barely make it out before he drags you into an alcove and shoves his thick fingers in your weepy hole.

2. now, we all know feyd and rabban have a bit (understatement of the century) of sibling rivalry. “beast” rabban is always chosen over him, always given the better spoils. he was bigger, physically stronger. when they were younger, rabban was the bully, beating feyd up when he didn’t know how to fight, making fun of him and spreading rumours. feyd’s first kiss was with an older girl, a daughter of one of the guards; he was twelve when it happened. that same night rabban had called him into his chambers where feyd was forced to watch his older brother fuck his first kiss. anyone feyd had an interest in from then on was taken away from him, stolen out of his grasp by a beast. but not you. say it’s an arranged marriage. while feyd wasn’t happy at the start, he’s grown a fixation on you. you’re his and his alone and nothing can change that. out of pure jealousy and resentment, feyd sedates rabban one night and ties him to a chair. he then splits you open on his cock right in front of his brother. it’s a way of staking his claim on you, a way of showing rabban that you were his. feyd would play with you for hours, making you cum on his cock, his face, his fingers, his boots. he’d make you squirt everywhere, make you cum so hard you pass out with your tight hole still gripping onto him. he’d kill rabban before he could ever touch you. you were his possesion, his pet, his pretty doll. you were the best thing he could ever have. he touches you all night, ignoring rabban’s enraged growls and how he strains against the chair. feyd’s showing him everything he can’t, and never will have.

3. if you were just a fling or some girl that he’s hit it off with during one of his parties, he’d 100% fuck you in front of everyone like a whore. he has no connection to you, doesn’t know who you are and frankly doesn’t care. feyd would fuck you hard and fast, it would feel good but you’d know it’s all about him. he wouldn’t make you cum, at least he wouldn’t put any effort into it. his goal is to cum in a wet, warm hole, nothing else. you of course would get off on how he’s treating you as a fucktoy and how everyone else is watching him ruin you.

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feyd who literally starts drooling when you come into his room in the middle of the night to assassinate him. he wasn’t stupid. he’d seen you following him around for weeks now, learning about his whereabouts and what he did. he’d even left the door unlocked for you! he made himself lie still in his massive bed, feigning sleep as he heard you attempt to sneak over. you jump at him, sharpened blade in hand but before it could make its home in feyd’s neck, he whips out his hands. you stumble into his chest, trying to keep a hold on the knife as you stare into his menacing eyes. the blade is just barely pressing into the tense and sensitive skin of his adam’s apple. you try to whisper out apologies, try to beg for your life. of course he knew you were trying to kill him. feyd thinks it’s the most pathetic attempt at his life, but he likes your audacity. he decides that he isn’t going to kill you. you wonder if it would have better if he had. feyd laughs at you, gripping the blades’ handle over your hands and pushes it deeper into his flesh. you try to move them, shocked at what he’s doing but he only groans when he feels droplets of his black blood slipping down onto his naked chest. you feel something hard begin to poke into your thigh and then you remember that feyd-rautha harkonnen was a masochistic freak. of course he loved the idea of almost being murdered in his sleep by you. of course he was deranged enough to be aroused by it. you realise that it was a mistake to come into his room, into his playing field and think you’d be successful with your plans. feyd’s lips point upwards in a gruesome caricature of a smile as he thinks of all the things he’s going to do to you.