updated it but please don’t shoot me 🙏🙏clark and feet please
MINORS DNI 18+
NOTES: DC is for December Event!
Tailbone set up on some pillows, your hole’s finally able to compete with CLARK KENT’s height while he kneels. The old mattress dips with his weight, and your suspended legs bob with his movements, hissing every time he bottoms out. You peel your eyes open one by one to view him, feasting on how picturesque his herculean body looks while his muscle flexes under his perfect skin. Big hands on your hipbones guide you in shallow ruts, running you into his beckoning hips only to jerk you out as they rear. However, his countenance is by far the most captivating. Forget his raw strength and power, you observe how lost in it he appears.
Eyelids heavy and darkly hooded, breathing through his slack jaw, he’s chasing that high like a dog in heat. He’s using you to get off, drowning in the mind-numbing sensations. As your leg swings, you get an idea, toying at it by straightening your knee until your big toe pokes the dent of his sternum. You bite your lip at the thought, and like a pretty little bow, you put your knees together, tightening the hole. He audibly notices, a choked sound emitting from his parted lips as the change in stimulation courses through his body like lightning. His pace alters, adjusting to fit his eagerness. Your toe coyly traces down his abdomen in a swirly trail, and he finally notes it. He bows his head, showing you his fluffy black hair while he watches the top of his curly pubes brush the pad of your foot right before you pull it away.
Questioningly, he meets your eyes, and you melt at the sight of those baby blues seeing deep into you, brows upturned. The noises of sex soundtracking your silent conversation, wetly slapping skin on skin mixing salty sweat with ore-cum. Curiously, your poised foot sweeps up, and stops just before his chin. It’s an inquiry. He glances between you and it, your expression giving yourself away, and a massive hand nearly envelopes it as he catches it in air. It’s cold against his warm, and you can see the gears in his head turn. Tentatively, he brings it to his lips, pecking the pad of your big toe. So soft and sweet, it tickles against such a sensitive area, but when you try to shy away he manhandles you back to him. An impish curl stretches his lips right before he feeds himself your toes, leaving a bite mark along the line of them. “Clark!”
roommate!satoru strokes his hard cock with steady pumps of his hand, eyes closed as he imagines your feet wrapped tightly around his length, soft soles pressing together to create the perfect warm channel for him to thrust into.
he pictures the way your toes would curl and flex over the leaking head every time he pushes up between them, the smooth skin sliding slick with his own precum while he fucks your feet in his mind. the obsession hits him strong, making his grip tighten as he thinks about how delicate and warm they feel in his fantasy, arches rubbing along every throbbing vein.
he speeds up, breath hitching while the image sharpens, your bare feet working him so well, one sole rubbing the underside as the other presses down from above, toes teasing and gripping lightly at the tip. satoru groans softly, hips lifting into his fist as he loses himself in the thought of your feet, the same ones he sees every day as your roommate, now dedicated to pleasuring him in this secret way.
the fantasy builds fast, slick sounds filling the room from his hand moving quicker, focused completely on how good it would feel to come all over your soft soles and painted toes.
he feels the pleasure coils tighter until he cannot hold back, stroking hard and fast as he imagines your feet squeezing him through it, and he spills with a low moan, thick ropes covering his fingers while the vivid picture of using your feet stays burned in his head.
he keeps pumping slowly through the aftershocks, savoring the lingering obsession before reality settles back in.
and if i say i just wanna stretch out my leg, pushing my bare manicured toes into my best friend mike’s mouth. he bites down playfully whilst staring at me and everyone is like wtf? but he’s so into it he just shrugs and hopes i do it again. ..then what?
summary: feyd rautha x emperor’s afab oldest child!reader
cw: feet stuff, piss kink, implied eventual knifeplay/blood play, cannabalism, arranged marriage, feyd being so weird but reader lowkey loves it, facesitting but the kind where feyd would beg you to break his neck, spanking/mild painplay, very likely ooc feyd since i haven’t seen part 2 yet, use of “princes” and “wife”, wedding hunt and black cum hcs taken from @valeskafics , reader doesn’t really know what’s going on but they’re vibing
wc: 1.4k
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Collapsing in relief has never been more appealing. You finally have a moment of respite after vigorous and exhausting wedding festivities, and you need to collect yourself. This marriage to the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen was only brought to your attention a week before it would take place.
Surprisingly, you didn’t really mind the man himself. It was just so sudden, is all. During any visits with his family, you had to be mindful of how you reacted to his cocky displays of ruthlessness and violence. Your father would have your head if he saw how tight you squeezed your thighs together or how much you panicked at the thought of leaving a puddle on your throne. Feyd always marked his departure with a cliche kiss to the back of your hand and a hissed promise that you couldn’t make out.
He would protect you at the very least if he didn’t love you. You’re not even sure that you love him, but this shameful crush could grow into something untamable if you lose your footing. Something… unbecoming of a member of the royal family. You wonder if it already has.
The wedding was as grand as could be, glittering decorations and finery followed by archaic rituals to please your in-laws. The Wedding Hunt in particular sent your heartbeat into overdrive, but the satisfaction on your betrothed’s face when he caught his “prize” was intoxicating. Feyd Rautha kisses like he kills, you were quick to discover, fiercely and uncaring of any blood that might be shed.
You’re brought out of your reminiscing by your now husband closing the door to your room behind him. You only have another day with your family before you’re to leave for Giedi Prime. There has hardly been time to get to know the man you will lie beside for the rest of your life, until now.
“Wife.” He bluntly greets you, awkwardly nodding his head in an effort to maintain his “tough” image. You won’t tease him about the barest hint of blush on his cheekbones, but you treasure it nonetheless.
You humor him, “Husband.” Your nod mirrors his and you take a seat at the long table in the middle of the room after Feyd pulls a chair out for you.
This was the next part of the ritual, where the newly married couple must eat a meal that one partner made for the other. It sounds simple enough that you don’t think anything of it.
Feyd makes a gesture and your food is placed before you by one of your family’s servants. They look a bit queasy and green in the face but they’re gone before you can ask if they’re alright.
“I hope you like it, princess.” Feyd says with a barely there smirk, pointing to the… pie in front of you. “I cut down many people for it.”
You raise an eyebrow at that but bring your knife to take a slice of the pie anyway. Upon lifting the piece onto your plate, you notice eyeballs, flesh, tongues, and some sort of black liquid running throughout the filling. You freeze in place, not even meeting your husband’s eyes. One blue eye seems to twitch and the black substance makes a sick sound as you move it around with your fork.
“The other men who your father considered, my concubines….. I actually can’t tell you which of them are in that slice, but they are all there.” He whispers in your ear, having gotten up from his position opposite you to feed you himself.
You respect the ritual despite your urge to throw up, so you swallow what he gives you. He grins, swiping a thumb down to your throat to feel the food travel. He squeezes your cheeks when you’re done, and you open your mouth to show him that you ate it all.
“That’s my princess.” He condescendingly croons, bending down to run his tongue all over your face before standing up and pushing you to lie flat on the cold table. “But I'm afraid that it’s time for me to have my meal.”
Your elaborate wedding gown is slashed to shreds, the cool tip of his blade moving down your flesh until it reaches your lace covered mound. He taps the hilt of his weapon on your hood and unceremoniously tosses it on the floor.
You didn’t expect the reveal of your wedding night attire to be under such unorthodox circumstances, but can you say you expected any of this?
“A worthy bride with a body to match, thank you for this gift, your highness”. He says in a half joking manner, grinning with too many teeth as he runs his hands along the delicate material. He toys with the idea of cutting this little number to pieces too, but your holes are left conveniently exposed. Maybe he’s fallen too in love with it, he’s been in love with you since you met years ago anyway.
The lingerie is a custom designed piece littered with straps and sheer fabric that leave nothing to the imagination. Your tits are accentuated by a seashell-like pattern bra and there’s even a little black bow above your pussy. The frilly strips of material wrapped around your thighs do nothing to keep your curves contained and the tiny tulle skirt frames your ass beautifully.
Your husband drinks in the sight of you before pulling your ankles to rest on his shoulders. You watch in arousal and shock as he broadly licks the sole of your right foot. He groans unabashedly, nuzzling at your heel and then dipping his tongue in the spaces between your toes. You wiggle at the ticklish feeling but you don’t kick him away.
He really gets into it when he starts sucking your toes, bobbing his head and making sure you’re watching as curls his tongue around each one. His eyes roll back in pleasure once he reaches the last toe on your other foot, and drool trickles down your leg when he’s done getting acquainted with the taste of it. He presses a kiss to the top of each toe but then the weird softness is ruined by the bite he adorns your ankle with.
Feyd’s mouth makes a slick popping sound as he pulls away from your feet. You’re at a loss for words when he proceeds to lie down on the table beside you. He gropes your breast quickly and leans over to give you a surprisingly chaste peck. The look on his face is a smug one but his eyes say something unknown to you, soft and obsessive all at once. It’s as if he knows something you don’t.
“Now sit on my face, claim your new throne, princess.”
You don’t know how long he keeps you hostage there, your cunt soaking him as he devours you to the bone. He doesn’t let you become too relaxed, nipping your clit as he sees fit and clawing the skin of your ass. Eventually your gut aches and though at first you think you’re about to cum already, the second heartbeat in your clit feels different. You come to a horrifying realization that you need to relieve yourself.
“H-husband, what the fuck- I… I need to pee.” You’d rather be dead than doing what you are and saying what you are, but nature calls.
“Yes, that’s it.” He growls and digs his nails into your ass, jigging the globes in his hands before sharply slapping them. “Piss all over my face, get me wet with it like a good wife.”
The shriek you let out when you do just that is abhorrent. Your legs shake as you spray hot pee on your husband’s skin, the gold mixing with the white of your simultaneous orgasm as it drips down his body. You try to move off of Feyd but he tightens his grip on your ass and yanks you back down. The sensation of a hungry mouth desperately sucking the fluids from you drives you wild.
“You have…… fuck- y-you have to stop, hah- i’m going to break.” You sob.
He chuckles into your piss covered pussy and then pulls away to speak, “Then break, a wife of House Harkonnen doesn’t need to be put together.”
You think you hear him say something about using his blade on your body later, but that might just be your own perverted idea.
Apparently Tumblr recommends you stuff based on what the people you follow have liked now. I was not expecting these interests to collide. Good taste in artists.
Now who among the cast is up for feet stuff? While we're here and all.
It does indeed! And for once, it's not a Chuck Tingle post, lol. I'm pleased that my other indulgences are making the rounds now. I also very highly recommend this artist. Their work is beautiful (see all the glory on their Patreon and the full context of the sketch above :3).
So, of the GC ROs, no one is exhibiting any particular like for feet, but if we're talking openness to it for the MC - Duri and Zahn, with Zahn probably being the most open to exploring it.
