Just One More

Just One More

Farleigh Start x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, overstimulation, edging, sub!farleigh, whiny farleigh

Word count - 979

a/n - i watched midsommar for the first time after putting it off, and I sat in silence for like 3 minutes afterwards. also i've had this idea for a couple weeks and it's inspired by this video if you're curious (18+). anyways i hope you enjoy :)

Farleigh liked to be dominant, but he also enjoyed the times when you took control. Those were mainly the times when you wanted to get back at him for something he had done earlier in the day or for whatever happened during your guys’ previous pleasure session.

Today, he had been teasing you in the presence of other people. During lunch with the rest of the Catton family, Farleigh had put his hand on your thigh and continued to move it up until it went under your skirt and touched your underwear. He would brush his fingers against you every once and a while over your panties before pulling away; the first time it made you jerk and choke on your drink mid swallow. That grabbed the attention of everyone at the table, including Farleigh who pretended to act innocent.

While the two of you laid naked in the middle of the field with Felix, Venetia, and Oliver, he had decided he needed a break from reading and lit a cigarette. He had also decided to start gently rubbing your hip, and then moved to the skin between your hips making sure not to move too far down before lifting his hand away. Thankfully the blades of grass in the field are so tall because to everyone else it probably seemed like normal pda.

Now the two of you are undressed once again, but this time in the comfort of your bedroom. In Farleigh’s mind, he thinks you guys are going to do your regular foreplay before continuing on with the night, but you have other plans that include getting back at him.

“Go ahead and get comfortable,” you tell him as you motion for him to lay back on the bed.

He seems to get the message because he gives you a smirk as he gets himself a little too comfortable on the bed. He lays back on the pillows and puts his hands behind his head as he looks down at you. “Well, don’t mind if I do.”

You throw him a fake grin before taking him into your mouth. You begin to massage his balls while your mouth makes its way slowly up and down his shaft, still looking up at him. You put your other hand on his thigh to stabilize yourself, but decide on moving it up towards his lower stomach. A sigh falls out of Farleigh’s mouth as he closes his eyes to enjoy the moment. As much as you love him and how much doing this turns you on, you can’t help but want to roll your eyes. 

As his orgasm approaches, his muscles get more tense and his whines become more frequent.

He had removed his hands from behind his head long ago, but the hand on the back of your head begins applying more and more pressure. You make sure to do everything he loves to bring him closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, but right as you notice him getting ready to release, you pull your head off of him.

“No, no, no, what are you doing?” Farleigh sits up against the headboard and frowns, his chest still heaving. He’s still incredibly hard and now covered with a mixture of your saliva and his precum trickling down him.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought I’d have a little fun, you know just like how you had your fun earlier today at lunch and in the field,” you tell him.

“Oh, come on. You’re not really upset about that are you?” he asks, but it comes out as more of a whine, desperate for you to touch him again.

“Of course not, but like I just said, I want to have some fun too,” you give him your best innocent smile as you wrap your hand around him once again to tease his tip. A small groan comes out of his mouth as a result. You let out a small laugh before continuing, “Lighten up.”

You start off slow, but quickly pick up speed causing Farleigh to throw his head back against the headboard. His orgasm approaches once again, and this time you let it come, not letting up on the speed. His moans are constant as long ropes shoot out onto his stomach and your hand. The flow feels like it’s never going to end, and you use the cum as a lube to keep going. Farleigh squeezes his eyes shut as he grabs on to the blanket beneath him. When it becomes too much for him, he reaches for your hand to pull it away, but you just flick it away.

“Baby…,” he starts, but doesn’t finish as he cuts himself off with a whimper.

“Just one more,” you sweetly tell him as your hand continues.

He squirms from the overstimulation, and you sit on his legs to try to keep him still. His second orgasm comes out as semi transparent ropes onto his tense abdomen. He looks up at you as a silent question, and you shake your head in response. You continue your movements up and down his shaft alternating between hands, and the squelching sound the cum beneath your hand makes just eggs you on. You both enjoyed it when it became messy.

Orgasm number three is mostly a liquid as it squirts out. Farleigh has fallen back onto the bed and is a whining and twitching mess beneath you. You decide that you’ve tortured him enough and release your grip on him. He lets out a deep breath as his chest heaves up and down. You crawl up closer to his face to get a better look at him and give him a gentle smile. He looks up at you and playfully rolls his eyes at you before letting out an exhausted laugh. 

After all, he does this to you all the time.

Bloodlust

Feyd Rautha x reader

Warnings - 18+, blood kink, fingering, squirting, feyd being his usual self

Word count - 2009

a/n - Here's the runner up from my poll.  I started a new job and it’s literally taking away my energy to write, but don’t worry I’m not going anywhere, and I will make time. I also wanted to say a quick hello to all the new readers, given the fact that I’ve gained a lot in the past couple of weeks, and I wanted to give a thanks to everyone for actually enjoying my work. That’s enough sappiness :)

“Head! Head! Head!” the crowd shouts down at Feyd who’s currently standing over a dead man’s body in the middle of the arena. He had just eliminated his opponent, and given the roar of the crow, they still wanted more.

You had your head turned for the majority of the battle, not wanting to see the gore. You would think you’d be used to everything by now, given the amount of family games you’ve been to since marrying Feyd, but all the blood and stabbing still makes you uneasy. Now, you’re just hoping that the crowd shouting head doesn’t mean what you think it means.

Feyd looks up at the spot next to you where his uncle, the Baron, sits in his chair chuckling at the crowd’s reaction. He makes eye contact silently asking for his uncle’s permission to continue, and the Baron just raises his hand and gives him a nod in response.

“Might as well give the people what they want, he’s earned it,” the Baron mutters.

You watch as a wicked smile grows on Feyd’s face as he turns his attention back to the lifeless body on the ground. One of his handlers walks up to him to hand him a chainsaw to which Feyd happily takes as he carelessly tosses his blade aside. He holds the chainsaw up in the air to show the crowd, causing the volume in the arena to increase.

He then proceeds to start up the chainsaw and begins sawing , all the while the sinister smirk on his face grows more and more. You expected to see blood flying everywhere, but all you saw was Feyd taking his sweet time. The crowd continues to cheer, but you roll your eyes at the sight before you. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to Feyd’s bloodlust. 

When the job is done, you take it as your cue to leave and head to Feyd’s chambers to meet him since he always cleans himself after a battle. Before he met you, he would think that bathing was a waste of time after a battle, but he decided to change his ways for your benefit. It’s not like you wanted to relive what happens in the arena.

You’re looking out of a  floor-to-ceiling window in his chamber when Feyd bursts through the doors, a smile forming on his lips when he sees you. You ignore it though as you find yourself looking at the several spots of blood on his arm and shirt, one catching your eye. There’s a sizable dark stain on the side of his black shirt. He’s bleeding. 

“You’re bleeding,” you point at the spot on his shirt, and Feyd stops in the middle of taking off his gear to look down and examine himself.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” he dismisses it with a wave of his hand as he continues removing his gear. “I let that fool get a couple jabs in to make him think he had a chance.”

You’re taken aback at his casual response. “I’m sorry, you let him hurt you? He could’ve given you a serious injury or worse. Are you insane- oh wait, I forgot. You are.”

He knows all the names that people call him behind his back, and he accepts them all; he finds them amusing. Feyd laughs at your reaction, knowing it comes from love, and walks toward you. “You worry too much, I won’t let anything happen to me. I know you wouldn’t be able to live without me.”

He places your hands in his as he stands in front of you with his signature smirk, but you remove your hands and look up at him. “That's not funny, I’m being serious.”

“I know, I know. You just need to relax,” he says and grabs your face in his hands as he looks down at you.

“Feyd-,” you begin to say, but he hushes you and gently rubs one of his thumbs across your lips.

“I said you need to relax.” 

His voice is nothing more than a whisper now as he flicks his gaze between your eyes and lips. Finally, he leans down to connect his lips with yours with his hands still having a hold on your face. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, deciding to give up on getting through to him for now because there will no doubt be plenty of other times to have this talk. Your hands find themselves resting on his waist.

Feyd notices you giving in to him and smirks to himself. He then pushes you back a couple of steps until your body collides with the glass window you were staring out of just a few minutes ago. Feyd pulls back from you long enough to remove his shirt before continuing.

Your hands find themselves on his waist to bring him closer, but you pull away when your right hand touches his open wound. “Shouldn’t you be getting that looked at instead of trying to bed me?” you ask, slightly out of breath, as you look down at your dark blood stained hand. Feyd rolls his eyes at your question.

“I’ll get it looked at after, I promise,” he says, hoping you’ll move on, but when he notices you still looking at his side, he says, “Look, it doesn’t even hurt.”

He grabs one of your hands and places it on his open wound to press down, not even caring about the blood getting on his hand placed over yours. You hear feyd hum, not from pain, but from pleasure. Growing restless, Feyd takes matters into his own hands and forces your chin up, allowing him to connect his lips with yours once again. One of his arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him. He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, and you accept him.

His hand finds its way to your cheek again before slowly moving down your throat, leaving a trail of blood behind. Your mind doesn’t notice the wet feeling on the side of your face at first as Feyd begins sucking your tongue. You feel like you should be disgusted at him contaminating you, but instead it just arouses you even more. You let out a moan as you move your hands up to rest against his chest, your right hand leaving behind its own trail. 

Feyd moves one of your hands back down to his injury, and you let him, succumbing to his morbid kink, though you’re starting to think about adding it to your mental list of turn-ons.  A constant flow of warmth travels to your lower half, your body silently letting you know you’re finding pleasure in his sick ways.

All the while Feyd is grinding himself against you, pressing your back against the glass even more. A small damp spot begins to form on your panties as you feel his clothed length moving into you. He places one of his hands onto the glass behind you leaving it next to your face. 

You can’t see it, but his partially stained hand leaves a thin handprint on the glass next to your head. You both have given up on trying to hold your breath, making the kiss sloppy as the heat from both of your mouths connect in the air between you. The sound of your guys’ saliva connecting can be heard in his normally quiet chamber.

He pulls his hips away from you to scrunch your gown up enough to stick his unstained hand underneath, letting the rest of the fabric drop back down. He cups you into his large hand, allowing the tips of his fingers to reach your folds over your panties, reaching where you need him the most. He receives a response from his action with you moaning into his mouth.

His touch is not enough, though, so you let out a whine hoping he gets the idea, which he does. You’re grateful for the fact that he doesn’t tease you and instead pushes your panties to the side. 

Feyd swipes a finger through your folds to test your wetness, and once he feels the slickness on the sensitive skin, he instantly shoves a finger into your welcoming opening. You pull your mouth away from him to moan as he begins fingering you involuntarily squeeze his wound, causing him to groan at the same time. The hand on his chest and the one on his side move up to grab onto Feyd’s shoulders to stabilize yourself as you feel your legs weakening. 

“Why’d you pull away from me, my darling? Too much?” Feyd teases as he continues to pump his finger into you, watching as a look of pleasure forms on your face. 

He smirks at your whimpering response before shoving another finger into you. He leans back to continuing observing the sight in front of him as he watches you fall apart, his mouth slightly ajar.

“You’re enjoying this?” Feyd asks you as he pulls his stained hand away from the glass and uses it to place a firm grip on your chin, forcing your head up to him. The words came out as a question, but it was more of an acknowledgment at the fact of you finding pleasure with his dirty hands. The revelation sends a rush of blood to his already hard cock. 

You don’t answer since you’re too busy whimpering, so he gives your chin a shake. “Open your eyes, and answer me,” he tells you.

“Yes…I am,” you answer breathlessly after opening your eyes. You squeeze his shoulders to help keep your focus on him. 

Feyd lets out a faint “yes” under his breath as he tries to stop his mouth from watering as he looks at your blood covered skin. He then removes the hand on your chin to gather both of your in his, pinning them above you against the glass window. 

As he feels your climax approaching, Feyd increases the pace of his fingers inside you. The arousal dripping out of you and clinging to your folds as a result of him driving into you, allows for a wet squelching sound to echo in your head. A long whine falls out of your mouth as he forces you closer and closer to your orgasm while you arch into him and grind your hips into his hand.

Once you feel that warm wave wash through you as you finally cum, your breath catches in your throat causing you to let out a silent cry of pleasure as your eyes roll back into your skull. When you feel yourself squirt onto the tiles beneath you, you allow your eyes to squeeze shut as Feyd continues to finger you.  He groans as he listens to your liquid hit the ground.

“Oh my god,” you shriek at his relentless torment into your cunt. 

Feyd chuckles and gives you an open mouth smile. “There we go, just like that,” he whispers. You whine in response.

When he finally stops, he pulls his drenched fingers out of you. You’re still leaking onto the ground as you watch Feyd stick his fingers into his mouth, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. You let out a trembling sigh as Feyd releases his hold on your hands above your head, but he doesn’t give you a chance to fully catch your breath as he grabs you and places you onto his bed.

“You know, my darling, I thought you absolutely hated blood and the ways of this planet. It seems I have ruined you,” Feyd smirks down at you as he drags a thumb across your bottom lip.

You look up at him as you accept the fact that he’s right. 

Feyd looks over at one of his walls with several knives and blades mounted onto it, and you follow his gaze. He looks back at you with a questioning look.

You feel your heart stop, but also another wave of arousal flows through your pelvis, as you realize what he wants.

「 ✦Masterlist ✦ 」

Welcome, stay a while :) ~~ * smut ~~

Austin Butler

Like a Snake - Feyd Rautha *

Only Pleasure Remains - Feyd Rautha *

Unconventional Confessions *

Little Do You Know

Bloodlust - Feyd Rautha*

Consequences *

Unwanted Help - Feyd Rautha

Snap Out of It

Seduction by Deception - Feyd Rautha*

No I'm Not *

What Were You Thinking

The Lucky One - Benny Cross

An Honorary Member - Benny Cross

Rainbow vs. Leather - Benny Cross

Dangerously yours - Benny Cross *

Excuse Me? - Benny Cross

Whatever It Takes - Benny Cross*

A House to a Home New! - 9/11

Callum Turner

Whiskey - Major John Egan

Modern Loneliness - Major John Egan

Cillian Murphy

Moving to Los Alamos - Oppenheimer - my 1st post

Farleigh Start

There We Go *

Untitled *

Just One More *

Mike Faist

Cheer Up * - Art Donaldson

Necessary Revenge* - Art Donaldson

Timothee Chalamet

Don't Mind Me *

I Told You So

Glen Powell

Chasing Feelings - Tyler Owens

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Like a Snake

Feyd Rautha x reader

Warnings - 18+, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, blood

Word count - 466

a/n - this is something I quickly wrote based on a post I made the other day about expecting Feyd to cut his tongue during his opening scene. Also I haven't written smut in over a month and I feel like I lost my ability to do so bc I struggled lol. I hope you enjoy :)

The other day Feyd had the bright idea to basically slice his tongue in half during a training match. One of his foot soldiers had handed him the wrong blade, causing Feyd to lose his temper. Earlier that day, Feyd had asked you to attend for support – not like he needs it – and you agreed because you had nothing better to do. However if you would’ve known you would be watching blood spill out his mouth you would’ve said no, you were never good with blood.

When you ran up to him, mainly to stop him from killing someone, he had said, “it was either this or his throat.”

Since Feyd wasn’t allowed to talk with his self-inflicted injury, it was kind of freeing not having to listen to his yelling and complaining. You’re sure the staff around the palace were pleased as well. Unfortunately, his injury didn’t prevent him from scowling at people any chance he had. 

Feyd was in a bad mood for the rest of the week, of course because he wasn’t able to talk to you, but also for the selfish reason that he couldn’t eat you out. He wanted to make up for lost time as soon as he was healed, telling you he wanted to try out his new tongue,

When he finally managed to get you on your back, he made a show of showing off his tongue before diving between your legs. You thought that it wouldn’t make you feel any different than any other time he went down on you, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

He started off with sucking your clit, and you instantly let out a moan when you felt the two sides of his tongue sliding against you. Still, that was nothing compared to when he started to quickly flick his tongue against you like a snake causing your mouth to fall open as you stared up at the ceiling.

When you started squirming around too much Feyd wrapped his arms around your thighs and pressed his hands down on your stomach to keep you in place, but that didn’t stop you from trying. He pushed two fingers inside of you and began to swiftly move in and out when you felt you were drenched enough. The sound of the wet squelching coming from between your legs and the feeling of  his split tongue against your sensitive cunt was more than enough to make you cum.

Feyd let out a laugh when he looked up to see your hands gripping the blankets beneath you as your walls contracted against his fingers.

“That was kind of quick wasn’t it?” he asked with a tilt of his head as your body began to relax. He then smirked and said, “how about we try again?”

I saw a tweet saying that they thought Feyd was going to cut his tongue on the blade during that opening scene, and ngl I thought I was the only one👀

Imagine if he did slice his tongue like a snake tho, tumblr would have field day lol.