❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.❞ You, an Atreides, the only daughter of Lady Jessica and Duke Leto are married to the violent bald Harkonnen.
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Awwww GOD.
Here we go again, Feyd—Rautha Harkonnen could not be normal for any amount of time he had to go full Chimp of Old Terra. "Okay, Atreides, if this is what you want."
You wanted a bonding moment goddamn it. Or a boning one.
And the big guy angrily began unstrapping his armour to throw the pieces on the floor, you just watched, fascinated. Eyes not respectful on his tight little ass.
Until he peeled at the tight undershirt.
"You don't have to take your clothes off!" You said hurriedly, the hell, was he on spice?
"Oh." Sheepishly, after a long pause, he began to put it back on gingerly.
See! HE WAS CUTE, especially when he was embarrassed, tips of his ears flushed.
"Ah! No no no." That disgusting body, you fought the urge to bite a lip, wrestling with a half—naked man wasn't on the agenda today but you could cope. "That's fine leave it off. I can live with it."
"Sneaky witch," he purred, bunching his under shirt to throw it to the side, looking at your big, watery eyes as he cut off the door with a sideways sling of his legs, "I will catch you, Atreides."
Oh, you hoped he fucking would. "Just watch out I wouldn't want you to break a hip." You put out your hands defensively, taking a Weirding stance, inhaling the thick scent of his leather and natural musk that set off flares in your dirty feeling gut, that vein on his neck, mmp.
"Are all Atreides liable to debauchery?" Some assholes smirk quirked his lip, head tilted, eerie blues literally sparkling under the lights as he tip toed like a hunting lion, "peepy little pervert, maybe I should shackle your hands again at night."
He was backing you into a corner, THRILLED ABOUT IT, thinking he was THE BEST, like you were a drugged arena slave and not a student of Prana—Bindu as his glossy muscles flexed.
"I've got you now." And he was coursing closer, head down low, breathing picking up, as if this wasn't a light hearted game, and just where you wanted him. "Are you scared?"
Your rough, sudden crouch and pull of the long roller rug sent him off balance, his arms flailing out actually pretty hilariously before he landed on his tight tush hard.
Oh God you couldn't help but laugh, dropping the rug as he looked up shocked, wounded, SULKING. "Bitch." He muttered, looking away with a pout, "FINE."
