PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC
It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreides’ half-sister.
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» PART I
— After receiving the news from the Emperor about moving to Arrakis, Duke Leto suspects the upcoming war with the Harkonnens. His daughter's marriage with the Baron's heir is supposed to create an alliance and ensure his family's safety. Previously sheltered and protected Princess Atreides must now face the harsh reality on her own.
» PART II
— Giedi Prime's new na-baroness has a difficult time adjusting to her new life and her psychotic husband's ways. She has to find a strategy to survive amongst the rough and dangerous Harkonnens.
» PART III
— Na-baroness finds out a few interesting details about her husband's past as she gets to watch him for the first time in the arena.
» PART IV
— Feyd is not as easy to manipulate as his wife wishes. Her sudden change of behaviour leaves him confused. Na-baroness wants to find out why she's not receiving any letters from her father.
» PART V
— When Baron Harkonnen breaks the truce with The Atreides family, the new na-baroness is forced to choose a side.
» PART VI
— Na-baroness becomes untouchable since she is carrying The Harkonnen heir. Her new status allows her to push her husband's boundaries more fiercely.
» PART VII
— Baron Harkonnen throws a celebration in the honour of the na-baroness being pregnant with the heir of his house. Feyd-Rautha's unusual gift for his wife surprises everyone.
» PART VIII
— Giedi Prime celebrates Feyd-Rautha's birthday and the hundredth kill in the arena. Meanwhile, na-baroness gets reminded by The Baron who pulls the strings and finds out unpleasant truth about the promise her aunt has given to the Bene Gesserit.
» PART IX
— Feyd-Rautha focuses on bringing back the spice production to full efficency while his wife plots against The Baron. The ghosts of her past are haunting her in the Arrakeen Palace where her family lived and died.
» PART X
— Muad'Dib's forces attack the palace during the imperial visit on Arrakis. The new Baroness Harkonnen must face her past and choose her future.
» THE GALAXY'S PERSPECTIVE [SEQUEL]
— The galaxy's perspective on the new Baron Harkonnen and his wife; their new power, influence and reputation.
» FEYD x READER x PAUL [AU]
— Alternate version of the story, in which I explore the dynamic between Feyd, Reader and Paul if the siblings have been in an incestous relationship before.
pairing: henry detamble x reader / genre: smut /tw: cursing, unprotected sex, (f. receiving), mentions of scratching and choking r: 18+
summary: Young Henry time travels again one morning. You wait until his return, except it’s not your current Henry that comes back. It’s the Henry you’ve missed and longed for...for years.
November 5th, 2017
(Henry is 28, You are 20)
You awake to the New York streets bustling down below. Sunlight peaks through, Henry’s painfully thin curtains. You try to rest your eyes by pressing your head firmly into the pillow. Between the car horns, chatter down below and the sound of pots and pans clinking together, you sit up right. With a sigh you swipe at the sleep on your eyes and look to the empty side of the bed. Henry.
“Dammit!” You hear Henry curse from the kitchen followed by a loud bang.
Your eyes snap to the open doorway, “Henry, is everything alright?”
You quickly get up and walk out his bedroom. Your heart thumps at the thought of him not being there when you round this corner. Recently, he’s been traveling more than usual. It worries you with how little time you have with him. Last week he was gone for five days. You felt like your life had gone upside down. Perhaps it’s the wedding talk, or the fact that you’ve already brought up the conversation about children. Either way, Henry has no control.
You peer your eyes over and sigh in relief as you witness your boyfriend bent over into the refrigerator. “Henry?”
You lean against the wall.
Henry leans back out and slams the door shut. “Everything's fine... I just ran out of milk, eggs, and every single ingredient one needs for breakfast.” He looks over to you with a small, albeit frustrated smile.
His eyes fall to your chest. It’s then that you remember you’re wearing one of his button ups. The baby blue shirt swallows your frame. The hem comes just below your hips. With it being so big, it falls effortlessly off your left shoulder. With the top button undone, revealing just you’re bare skin underneath.
You smile shyly and fix the shirt collar.
As you look around the kitchen you’re heart swells with joy. It’s slightly more messy than usual. Flour covers the counter and some across his nose and cheek. You crunch your nose at the smell of of char.
Henry notices this and curses to himself. “Shit…” He runs over to the stove, swatting at the smoke coming off the pan. He turns the eyes off, and throws his over-cooked bacon into the trash. Then goes to toss the pan into the sink.
You stifle a laugh. “You did tell me you weren’t much of a chief…”
You come up behind him and hug him.
Henry wipes his chest. “Yeah, we’ll future me is a dick,” He turns around to look at you. “ I'm practically Gordon Ramsey.”
“Mmhm,” You giggle this time and rub your thumb across the flour on his cheek. “Whatever you say Henry.”
You lean into him, resting your head along his chest. His heartbeat begins to thump quickly. “This was really sweet honey, I appreciate the effort. Burnt bacon and all.”
Henry kisses the top of your head. “You deserve it,” He separates you two at arms length. “That is why I'm going to the store.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Babe, we can just order something.”
“What are you hating on my cooking skills now?” Henry raises his eyebrows playfully.
“I am.”
“WOWWW!” Henry bends down to kiss your cheek and then your lips. He then walks over to the table to snatch his keys. “I’ll be back!”
You trace your lips and begin to turn around. “Henry, wait I'll—”
When you turn around his clothes fall to the floor.
His keys chime on the way down. You blink, dumbfounded. You stand there for a moment. You then close your eyes walk over to the pile of clothes and begin to fold them neatly.
You place them on the table, for when he comes back. You just pray that it’s soon this time.
It’s been only an hour since Henry time travelled. You climb out the shower and pad over to the sink. You wipe the condensation with your hand, looking back at the reflection.
You notice how dark your eye bags have become. Lately you’ve been staying up late, afraid that you’ll lose him again. Sometimes you’ll just hold him tight, hoping that this is how you can protect him from time.
You clear your throat and grab your toothbrush and toothpaste. You focus your eyes down as you brush your teeth. You begin to dissociate, and think back to the times where you and henry would sit in the clearing. You’d play games and talk, about anything really, if Henry deemed it appropriate. He was kind, mature, full of wisdom. Much different than the young henry you date now. At times you missed him, the older, wiser henry. No. You miss him everyday.
Suddenly, there’s a loud thump from outside the door.
You spit and slam the faucet down. You wipe at your lips. “Henry?”
You open the door and walk down the hallway. Henry lies on the floor naked, in a coughing fit.
“Shit, are you okay?” You quickly rush down to his level.
He holds out a hand. “I’m fine.” He lifts his head up and looks to you. His eyes widen at your flustered face.
The henry you missed, the henry you swore you fell in love with. His hair is the same with small speckles of gray on the side. But he looks much the same. Just slightly older than yours. “It’s you.”
You wrap your arms around him, tightly. Perhaps a bit too tight as he pats your side.
“Y/n, Y/n, I can't breathe —“
You realize and pull away. “Sorry! I’m just—you’re really here. Where are you from?”
(Henry is 35, you are 20)
“2024.”
You stare at him for a moment. “Oh.”
You eyes start to wonder to his chest and lower. You catch yourself. “Here let me…” You stand up in a rush and scramble in the hallway closet for a robe. You throw it across your arm and come back to him.
He takes it and covers his body. You stand off to the side, trying not to be obvious.
“Can I get you anything?”
Henry tightens the knot across his front half. “I’ll take a coffee.”
You nod and make your way to the kitchen. Henry follows you. He scrunches his nose at the mess. “Well, I wasn’t much of a chief now was I?” He notices the burnt pant in the sink.
You chuckle, as you open a cabinet and try to reach for a mug on the top shelf. You curse Henry and his height for putting it up so high. You try again, it’s then that you feel him press against you and grab the mug. Your fingers brush against one another as he brings it down.
He steps back, scratching the back of his neck. “How you been?”
You turn away from him and place his mug under the coffee machine. You press a button and gravity makes it fall into the mug. “Mm, I’ve been good. We’ve been talking about moving in together.”
The coffee machine chimes. You turn to pick it up and hand it to him. Your hands brush against one another again. Henry pulls away and brings the warm cup to his lips.
You motion for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. He follows you and takes a seat.
“How is everyone in the future?”
Henry clears his throat at this. “ Gomez and I are really close. He’s really involved in the whole time traveling stuff.”
“So...you’re best friends?”
“Eh.” Henry chuckles as he takes a sip from the mug. “He’s still madly in love with you.”
You cover your face in embarrassment. “God no!” You think back to Gomez professing his love for you.
You guys laugh at this for a moment. “What about us?”
Henry’s smile falls slightly. “We’re fine.”
“Fine?” You furrow your brows and tape your fingers along the wooden table. “Just fine, Henry?”
Henry looks uneasy. “Y/n you know I can’t get into the specifics. We’re fine.”
You chew on your bottom lip, debating on pushing. But you decide to against it. You let out a sigh and look out the window. Watching cars drive by below you.
“How’s school?”
You keep staring out into the distance. “Fine, debating on dropping out.”
Henry chuckles at this, he gets up and places his empty mug into the sink. “You’ll get there .”
You turn to him and lean your arms against the table. “So I’ll graduate no matter what?,” You place a finger on your chin and start to ponder playfully. “So technically I can just not do my homework, if my destiny says so?”
Henry rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t exactly work like that Y/n.”
You stand and walk towards him. “No, I think that’s exactly how that works out Henry.”
You stop when your face to face. His eyes scan your face. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs soft circles atop your skin. You lean into that familiar touch. You stay like this for a moment.
“I really missed you Henry.”
“I’m always here.”
You shake your head. “No. This version. Of you,” You wrap your arms around his neck. “I missed you.” His hands find their way to your waist.
You look down to his lips and then up to his eyes. “Don’t you miss me?” Your words fall into a whisper.
“Y/N” Henry says matter-a-factly. “We can’t.”
You tilt your head. “Can’t what?”
Henry looks around to his younger self's apartment. He thinks back to his wife. You, but the older version of yourself waiting in bed for your return.
“This is kind of…y’know.”
You shrug with a smile. “It’s not like we’re cheating.”
Henry rolls his eyes at that and stares at you. Your eyes search for that confirmation and you both lean into one another. Your lips press against his and it’s just as tender and sweet from the one before. His lips are soft and he moves with intention and so much love and warmth. His hands come up to cup your face as the kiss intensifies. You gasp as he drops a hand and it presses against the skin of your waist. He pushes your shirt up to your chest. You gasp as your breast pool at the bottom of the top. Henry takes advantage of this and kisses your neck.
You moan as he sucks at the soft skin. “Bedroom, down the hall.”
He chuckles at this making his way back to your lips. “I know.”
You tug at the back of his head and motion for him to walk backwards. He complies and he collides with the wall behind him.
“Shit sorry.” You continue to kiss him feverishly.
“It’s okay,” He mumbles and motions you towards the bedroom. His hands run up and down your body as you two fall back onto the bed. It’s hash, eager and full of lust. You open your legs wider underneath him so he fits more comfortably.
“Fuck,” He moans when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth. Out of breath you let go with a smile and start to roll up your top. You praise yourself for just wearing a tank top and boxers. He helps you pull the cloth over your arms. He throws it across the room and goes down to devour your chest.
He suckles on one nipple between his lips and he pulls and squeezes the other between his fingers. You whine at the warm suction on your breast.
You don’t know how long you have with this henry. You need him.
“Ah, Henry!” You try to pull down your shorts. But he’s pressed so tightly to your core. “Henry, ah—fuck.”
He notices your bottom half and leans up to give you room. You get the clothing over your hip, then Henry takes over and pulls the rest down. He drops it onto the floor. Henry starts to undo the knot he tied earlier, the robe pools at his feet.
Your eyes grow wide at the mere sight of his cock. Henry is lengthy with just the right amount of girth. Your mouth waters at the sight. You spread your legs. Breathless, when you speak. “Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna fuck me?”
Henry’s chest goes up and down. “But we haven’t—“
You close your eyes in frustration. “Who cares, I’m ready. Please Henry justfuck—!” You gasp at the head of his cock pushing past your entrance.
Henry grips the sheets beneath him. “Fuck, you’re too tight.”
You shake your head. “No, keep going.” You moan as you tighten around him. “I’m fine.”
Henry looks to you apprehensive but obliges. He pulls out and slowly pushes back in. He goes further this time. You both moan in unison as you take him inch by inch.
“You feel so good baby…” Henry throws his head back as he continues to work his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness in the pit of your stomach. Him inside of you is literal bliss.
Henry leans down atop of you. He kisses your lips as your bottom half’s meet. You breathe and mix together as you two stay like that for a moment.
His voice is shaky as he speaks. “Still doin okay?”
“Mmhm.”
He kisses your lips and then your nose and cheek. “Good.”
He brings his hips back and slams into your core. You scream in absolute pleasure.
Your hand comes up to muffle the pleasure you feel. Henry puts a leg over his shoulder. At this angle he can reach deeper inside of you. It’s almost too much when he doubles down on the strength of his thrusts.
One of your hands grip tightly at the bedding beneath you while the other scratches long lines along his back. You throw your head back as he continues to assault those bundle of nerves. Henry takes advantage of this and marks your neck. You find it hard to breathe as he continues to fuck you senseless.
Older Henry is more intentional with his strokes. He knows exactly where to hit and what angle to do it from. He reads your body like a book. He knows exactly what buttons to push, it drives you mad. They both do. Younger Henry is more wild, he’s fast and more experimental. He’s more rough, likes to make you beg for him. You love both either way.
Henry slows his pace and drops your leg. You wrap it and the other around him, bringing him closer. You smile up at him in a daze. His body glistens with sweat. He returns a similar smile. He reaches out his arm, his hand cups the side of your face. His thumb runs along your bottom lip. He rolls his hip into your center. Making you gasp. “You’re so fucking hot.”
You take his thumb into your mouth. Rolling your tongue along the tip of his finger. He imagines those same lips on his cock. Bobbing up and down, sucking him to the last drop.
The bed begins to rattle as he picks up the pace. He pulls his hand away and brings it down to your chest. He squeezes at your breast as he slams into you. You watch him as he chants your name, loosing himself to the rhythm of fucking you. He brings his hand back up to your neck. He applies pressure, it makes your stomach churn in the best way. You try to cover your moans but he swats your hand away and brings it back down. “I want everyone to hear how good i’m fucking you.”
You practically loose it then.
He places his head between the crook of your neck. “Henry, ah, ah—”
He moans alongside your ear. It makes you want to cum even more. He pounds into you, the bed scrapes at the floor. All you can do is hold on for dear life.
Both of your moans fill the quiet space that neither of you notice the younger henry has travelled back to the present. When he walks through the doorframe he can’t quite figure out the feeling inside him. Resentment, jealousy, lust. He doesn’t say a word as he watches you and older Henry go at it. When you see him, your heart skips a beat. But your on the brink of passing out from the sex that you can only bother to whisper his name. His eyes narrow at you.
It’s at this point Henry clears his throat. “Hey, asshole.”
Older Henry looks back. He quickly stops. You whine at this, pulling him closer to you. “Junior.”
Younger Henry raises up a finger. “You’re having sex with my girlfriend.”
Embarrassed you throw your arm over your eyes. “Guys…”
Older henry rolls his hips at this making you moan aloud. “Technically she’s my wife.” You shake at the intensity of the room and wanting your needs fulfilled.
Present Henry rolls his eyes at this. “Future wife.” He looks at you two for a moment. But focuses entirely on you. How you drip with arousal. He feels his lower half strain. He sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Fuck it.”
He closes the bedroom door and makes his way towards the both of you.
