#destiny 2 smut

[mechaknight-98]

Do you dream of armageddon (NSFW) FT Eunha

Authors note: shoutout to @coldfanbou for introducing me to her he has excellent taste. Featuring “cameos” from other writers as well. Story spoilers ahead for The raid: salvation’s edge and the last story mission Excision!!!!!!!!

“Come on, Crash! We’re going to miss the movie!” Eunha exclaimed, tugging the massive Awoken Titan along with her. The two Guardians were basking in a rare moment of peace after the Witness had been defeated. The cost of their victory hung in the air, but the sheer joy of living another day more than made up for it. As they approached the theater, they saw the Warlocks, Libra-5, and Aeri, already there. The Exo and Human smiled brightly, noticing the bandages that still adorned Crash—a proud testament to his recent battles. The usually stoic Titan radiated warmth today, his sense of relief contagious among the group. Together, they walked into the theater where the last of their raid team, Sayo-8, and Hasuel, waited.

“Perfect! You made it!” Sayo-8, the Awoken Warlock, exclaimed happily. She had worried that “the problem child” Crash wouldn’t show up, but ever since the Witness’s defeat, he had been more lively and engaging. He had even gotten a few tattoos to commemorate their victories, which had surprised everyone. The group reminisced about when Eunha first brought him in—tirelessly raiding legendary lost sectors and perfecting exotics to confront the Witness and Savathûn. When he first joined them, he helped defeat Rhulk, then Nezarec, and finally all three aspects of the Witness. Eunha was proud and grateful for all he had done, as was the rest of the group.

The movie was a celebration in itself—a Golden Age film starring a familiar face, Aeri’s Titan friend Yu, who played a girl with a rocket-powered fist. Laughter and cheer filled the theater, a stark contrast to the recent hardships they had endured. The Guardians relished in the escapism, their laughter echoing through the room as they enjoyed the light-hearted adventure on screen. It was a perfect moment, a reminder of what they had fought so hard to preserve.

After the movie, Eunha and Crash headed back to his place. As usual, he smiled and hugged her. As usual, she kissed his cheek during the hug and said, “Stay safe while saving the world, big guy!” But then something unusual happened.

“I know you live far away, but you're free to stay the night,” Crash offered, his voice carrying a rare warmth and vulnerability.

Eunha turned to Crash, thinking she misheard him. “What was that, Crasilior? It sounded like you said I could spend the night?”

Crash repeated his invitation, his eyes steady and sincere.

She was stunned when he let her inside his home. As long as Eunha had known him, he had never let anyone into his place. She expected a minimalistic haven for meditation but was surprised to see a cozy, retro space filled with Golden Age amenities and art. The room was adorned with vintage posters, comfortable furniture, and warm lighting that created an inviting atmosphere.

In the comfort of his home, Eunha felt a rush of emotions. She wandered through the room, taking in the details. A collection of antique books lined one shelf, and a vintage record player sat in the corner, softly playing an old jazz tune. The scent of aged wood and faint traces of cologne filled the air. She noticed four mini barrels scattered around the room. Curiosity got the better of her.

“Hey, Crash, what are the barrels for?” she asked, her voice filled with intrigue.

Crash, now lounging on his couch, replied, “They are distilling barrels for whisky, whiskey, and bourbon.”

Eunha looked at the Awoken, confused. “You said whisky twice.”

She was shocked when Crash laughed. He rarely vocalized anything outside of orders, questions, random noises, and confirmation sounds. Hearing his laugh, so relaxed and genuine, was a pleasant surprise.

“Whiskey is American, and whisky is Scottish. They have slightly different methods of creation,” he explained, a playful glint in his eye. Eunha smiled, feeling a newfound warmth in their interaction. She gazed into his pale, glowing ivory eyes, truly noticing their beauty for the first time.

“I never realized how pretty your eyes are,” she said, which would have made the teal-colored man blush if possible. Crash smiled at Eunha, who smiled back. She felt the same ease with him as she did during a raid or a strike. It made her wonder why he was opening up now.

“Crash, why now?” Eunha asked softly, her curiosity piqued.

The Awoken instantly understood what she meant. Though he struggled to put his feelings into words, he tried to explain. “When my Ghost cracked and almost died, I realized I had no one. I have acquaintances, but no one to go to. I was guarded but alone, and my heart couldn't bear the loneliness anymore… despite all the alacrity and solo operative mods I could grab. Not to mention when we were running through Salvation’s edge and the witness separated us into our worlds and I couldn't hear your voice. A rage I have felt rose within me as I tore through his little pocket dimension. That moment changed me because the only person I could think about was you. I wanted to get back to you more than anything. I didn't care about the witness anymore or the stakes. I cared about making sure you were safe and we’d meet again”

Hearing Crash’s explanation made Eunha realize that Crash was in love with her. She smiled, understanding that all those small gestures on the battlefield—the finger hearts, the humming, and his prioritizing her safety—meant Crash had loved her for a long time but was shy. Well, tonight she was going to change that. she decided that she was going to fuck the shyness and a confession out of him.

Eunha moved closer to Crash, sitting beside him on the couch. “You don’t have to be alone anymore,” she said softly, placing a hand on his. “We’ve been through so much together, and I’ve always felt something special between us. I’m glad you opened up to me.”

Crash looked into her eyes, his usual stoic expression softened by emotion. “I’ve always admired your strength, Eunha. You’ve been my anchor in so many battles. I just… never knew how to express it.”

Eunha leaned in, her heart pounding. “You’re expressing it perfectly now,” she whispered, closing the distance between them.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Crash’s home and their memories, they shared a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of triumph, of overcoming impossible odds, and of a future filled with hope and love. The burdens of their past battles seemed to lift, replaced by the promise of new beginnings.

As she felt Crash submit to her Eunha couldn't contain herself. She began to explore the awoken’s mouth. He tasted like the soda he had at post-movie dinner at the ramen shop.

Overwhelmed by resurging emotions that had been suppressed for ages Crash fully gave himself over to Eunha. Eunha devoured him as she continued to kiss and feel up “her titan” It drove him mad with lust as she got on top of his lap and deepened their kiss while grinding on his crotch. The Bashfull bunny was gone in its place a rapacious rabbit, who needed her bear. When she broke this kiss the air between burned with a heat niether of them could extinguish. She clawed into him as she went in for another kiss.

“I need you inside me Crash. Fuck me! say I'm. Yours!” Eunha demanded. She felt Crash’s surging erection under her and ripped her underwear open as she fished for his cock. When she found it she slammed her bare pussy onto his rod. As much as Eunha wanted a pleasant and welcoming first time with her it was anything but,

“Oh Fuck you're too big you're gonna break me,” Eunha moaned as she slowly revived Crash’s cock. The tightness of her folds was an erotic bliss for Crash. Having all of his feelings returned with Eunha he fell further into love and lust with her.

When Eunha finally took all his cock she smiled at Crash before riding him like he was a sparrow with low handling. Instinctively Crash’s hand found their way to Eunha’s sexy ass. Crash gripped tight as he began finding his own pace as their hips tried to find peace. At first in their fervor, their body rhythms competed with each other. A violent smashing of flesh together, but eventually their bodies found a perfect sync as they tumbled closer to their releases. Eunha was the closet as she had set the pace all night but she needed to hear Crash say he was hers alone,

“Come on Crash tell me whose pussy your cock belongs to?” she demands

Resolutely Crash responded, “My body, my heart, and my cock are yours alone.” hearing that pushed Eunha over the edge as she gushed all over Crash’s cock. Her father's tightness milked his orgasm out of him as he followed her into bliss.

In the aftermath of their copulation, Eunha said, “I won't leave you alone anymore,”

Crash smiled and hugged his new partner tightly

They spent the night fucking, talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Crash opened up more about his, fears, and his dreams.

Eunha listened, her heart swelling with love and admiration for the man who had been her steadfast protector. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the quiet hum of the city outside a comforting backdrop to their newfound connection.

The next morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, Eunha woke up to find Crash watching her, a gentle smile on his face. “Good morning,” he said softly.

“Good morning,�� she replied, feeling a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Thank you for letting me in, Crash. I mean it.”

Crash nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and joy. “Thank you for being here, Eunha. I don’t feel so alone anymore.”

As they prepared to face the new day, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Their bond, forged in the heat of battle and tempered by love, would guide them through whatever the future held.

And in that moment, in the quiet aftermath of their greatest triumph, they found something even more precious than victory—they found each other.

Postscript: Destiny 2 probably means as much to me as Magic does and it took a climatic battle several years in the making to see it. So their may be more this may become a series but as of now enjoy the one-shot.

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Bratty

This is like diet brat, but it's what I was inspired to write. And I love this for them.

Ship: Siobhan x Crow Content Warnings: sass, major sass, p in v Length: 2.7k

Siobhan sat on the railing next to the where Lord Shaxx oversaw the Crucible.  She was just hiding away from a certain Vanguard and Shaxx didn’t ask her questions on why she was just sitting there.  Well, she thought he wouldn’t.  “You don’t run the Crucible, so why are you sitting there?” Shaxx asked without looking up.  “I’d love to have the Godslayer in the Crucible since your friend doesn’t show up anymore.”  Siobhan wrinkled her nose and he laughed.  “I thought that might be your answer.  Will you answer my question?”

“Maybe if you hide me if Crow comes by looking for me,” she replied cheekily and he crossed his arms.  “We… Had an argument about this new mission.”  Siobhan rested her chin on the palm of her hand with her elbow propped on her knee.  She could look down on the City from this position and she liked watching them, it gave her a sense of why they were fighting.

“Is it the one that involves the scorn?” Siobhan let out a heavy sigh and Shaxx shook his head.  “I understand your hesitation, but surely Crow has proven himself as an ally worth having?”  Siobhan looked over her shoulder before spinning around to face Shaxx.  There was something in his voice that had her on high alert.  “Are you still upset about the Forbidden Shore?”

“No.  Well, I mean I’ll always harbor a bit of guilt in some form or another.  I can’t help that, but I’m not hesitant because of that.”  Siobhan swung her legs as she waited for what he wanted to say.

“Then, is it about your relationship with him from before?” Shaxx asked slowly and her jaw dropped before she started laughing.  She hopped to her feet and stood boldly in front of Shaxx before tapping his chest with her knuckle.

“As if you can talk to me about a relationship with one of the Sov siblings.”  She could sense how flustered he was in his Light and he huffed at her.  “Gotcha.  You’re stalling me because Crow’s on his way here.”  As if on cue, she heard Crow marching up behind them.  “Be a little more subtle than that will you Shaxx?” Siobhan ducked the attempted grab for her and she jumped up into the rafters, pulling herself easily.

“Do not fall on me this time Siobhan!” Saladin yelled out from his spot for the Iron Banner.

“No promises old man,” Siobhan told him before she grinned and took off.  Her feet jumped from beam to beam as she avoided Crow’s chase.  She found herself in the underbelly and knew where she could hide.  Siobhan bolted in through the small doorway leading to Drifter and Nevia’s cozy spot.

“Siobhan?”

“Don’t tell him I’m here!” Siobhan jumped past them and lifted herself into the duct.

“One thing I’ll never understand.  How she can escape so quickly…”  Drifter shook his head as Nevia’s lips twisted.  Something spooked Siobhan, she’d never run like that if it hadn’t.  She had a good hunch it had to do with Crow and this new type of scorn that cropped up.  They waited but Crow never showed up, but a few moments later an ever familiar screech of defeat did.

“Guess he found her,” Drifter said with a chuckle as he flipped his coin.  Nevia sighed and set her hands on her hips as she could only imagine how that was going.

Hallway Above

“Lemme go!” Siobhan pushed at Crow’s face as he held her in a tight embrace.

“No.”  He took advantage of her pause to throw her over his shoulder and had Glint transmat them to his place.  “You’re going to tell me why you’re so pissed at me.”  He set her down and braced for the blow that never came.

“I’m pissed because you act like I’m the bad guy for not wanting to work with Eramis!” Siobhan yelled in answer.  Glint spun in alarm.  “It’s like you asking me to work with Oryx or Ghaul!  She very nearly killed me.  If I hadn’t turned to using the Darkness then I would be dead.”  Siobhan began pacing as she spoke, with her hands moving to emphasize her words.  “I cannot work with that eliksni.  I do not want to.  There are some things that even I can’t do,” Siobhan said as she came to a stop.

“We all have our burdens to bear Siobhan.  This will be for the good of the City, so please just work with her.”  Crow began and took a step back when her fist crackled with ice.  She looked surprised to see it and flicked her wrist, scattering the shards at her feet.  “Does it do that often?”

“Darkness is tied to our darker emotions, so it does tend to show up if.  If I’m a little too emotional.”  Siobhan sighed and turned back to face him.  “I have done a lot for this City, surely it can spare me this one time and another Guardian can take my place?”  She looked so defeated that he almost wanted to agree, but there was another part to the mission.

“I asked you specifically because…” Crow took a breath and ran a hand over his hair.  “Fikrul is behind the new scorn.”

“Ah, the real reason you want me there.  The Baron slayer herself.”  Siobhan made a weak wave with her hand.  “You’re asking for a lot from me,” she said quietly as she sank down to the floor weakly.  Crow knelt in front of her and saw the myriad of emotions in her eyes.

“You know the most about Fikrul besides me.  It would take too long to teach someone else what to do where you already know it,” Crow said quietly as he reached out for her.  He saw her shoulders sagging as if a great weight crushed them.

“Alright.  I’ll do it, but I refuse to behave around Eramis like you seem to want.  She will forever be named frosty bitch.  It’s what I called her on Europa and it’s what I’ll call her now.”  Crow groaned at the defiance.

“Eido will not understand,” he began but was cut off.

“She insults me too, but I don’t see you trying to order her around.” Siobhan snapped and he let his head hang down.

“Why are you so stubborn?” Crow asked and she tilted her head before sneering.

“I’m too spiteful and stubborn to die apparently.  That’s why.”  Siobhan glared at him and he merely shook his head.  “I agreed to work with Eramis, I just never said I’d be nice about it.”  Siobhan slowly stood and crossed her arms over her stomach.  “Ask Mithraax what my initial reaction to seeing him was.  I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of it.  Now, are we done here?”  Crow rose to his feet and glared at her.

“No.  We are not done here,” he retorted in answer to her scoff.  “Siobhan.”  She spun on her heel, giving him her back and he fought the urge to throttle the woman.  “Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why?  Because someone has been running all over Nessus and dealing with Vex timeline bullshit, but have I heard one peep from you?  No.  Nothing.”  Crow groaned but he knew she was right.  “I had Arawn stop sending you messages because you’d never reply.  So what was the point?” Siobhan grumbled and turned her head away from him.

“I’m sorry.  I got too wrapped up in my own things to realize I should have been contacting you.  It’s not an excuse because there is no excuse for it other than I’m just not used to it.  We’re both learning here, we’re different than we were back when you were Selene and I was Uldren.”  He reached for her fingers and she let him pull her hand towards him.  A small victory and one he wouldn’t squander.  “How about I make it up to you with dinner?”

“Do you think I’m so easily bribed?” Siobhan asked offended.  He simply raised his eyebrow as she huffed at him before caving in.  She really was easy to bribe, especially if it came to food.  “My favorite?”

“Of course.”

“Then I will accept the peace offering as long as dessert is involved,” Siobhan told him.  He had Glint order their dinner and Siobhan had Arawn take her armor off.  “What?  I’m not about to eat dinner in my armor.”  She wore her usual get up underneath it.  Form fitting tank top with leggings.  Her tank top had a popular ramen restaurant logo on the front, she’d won the shirt in a contest for the place years back.

“You can go take a shower if you want.  I’ll wait for dinner to get here,” Crow told her and he laughed as she darted towards the bathroom without a glance back.  Glint sent a message to her fireteam and Nevia that she was fine.

“Well I assumed so, since we didn’t get a notification that our newest Vanguard was sent over the railing of the Tower.  Just don’t hurt her again Crow, okay?”

Crow shook his head at Nevia’s message, knowing she was dead serious.  While Siobhan was intimidating just by herself, it was the network of friends and family that stood behind her that truly made her one of the most formidable Guardians the Tower had.  He grabbed their dinner when it arrived calling through the door for her.

Crow looked up as she joined him and his breath locked in his lungs.  She wore one of his shirts hanging off her shoulder, hair up in a towel, and that was it.  Her nipples beaded under the soft fabric.  She looked over at him curiously and he felt it like a gut punch.  It was just so normal.  After everything they’d suffered, from the past to the present.  They were going to be able to just be.

Crow wouldn’t talk to her about the upcoming mission, they’d both agreed to let it rest and have a quiet night.  He did ask about Nessus and why she’d been so adamant about being the one to go through the Vex timestream.  “Well, Maya Sundaresh turned out to be some newly evolved Vex.  She made Saint doubt himself, and I found out a lot more than I ever wanted about Osiris and his relationship.  I just couldn’t let some delusional bitch make Saint doubt who he was.  I’ve grown close to him since he came back.”  She took a bite of her ramen and he shook his head.  “What?”

“I would have paid glimmer to be there when you finally saw her,” he replied as she burst out laughing.

“Ask Saint what I said.  I don’t think he knew the kind of vocabulary I possess.”  She grinned at Crow who chuckled before setting his empty bowl aside.  Osiris disapproved of the way I handled that.  I needlessly antagonized her when the situation could have ended badly for us.”  Siobhan shrugged.  “Once I figured out what she was up to, I just couldn’t let it continue.”

“No, that’s not who you are.  You may have gotten involved to help a friend, but you’re not the type to just leave a problem festering.”  Siobhan crinkled her nose at his observation and sighed as she finished up her food.  She was surprised when his hand brushed hers.  “Stay?”

“And do the walk of shame from my Vanguard’s apartment?” Siobhan teased as he leaned in.  Crow smiled as his lips brushed over hers.

“You’d have to be ashamed for it to actually count as a walk of shame.”  Siobhan laughed and draped her arms over his shoulders.

“True, true.”  She grinned when his lips covered hers in a soft touch.  “I’m never ashamed of what we have.  Frustrated at times because we won’t see eye to eye,” she said with a grin as he grumbled at her.  “Hey, don’t talk about me like that.”

“Make me,” he said as she laughed and brought her hands up to his cheeks, pulling him in for a longer kiss.  His hands slid up taking the shirt with them.  Siobhan broke the kiss with a laugh as he pulled it completely off and tossed it to the side.  He filled his hands with her breasts, savoring the small shudder that ran through her.  Her back bowed as his fingers played with her nipples, teasing until her lips parted on a soft moan.  “Now you’re quiet.”

“You’re such a brat.” She laughed, leaning in for another kiss.  “I’m supposed to be the smart ass in this relationship.”

“Says who?” Crow asked with a grin.  He lifted her up to her shock, leaving her scrambling to hold onto him.  He rested his chin on her breasts as she glared down at him.  “You know you look cute when you’re angry.  Your forehead wrinkles are adorable.”  Her jaw dropped open and she smacked his shoulder playfully.

“Rude!”  He grinned and spun them around until he was sitting on the couch.  “While I do have forehead wrinkles, they are not adorable.”  Siobhan huffed at him as she got comfortable.  “And you are still dressed.  Not fair.”  Crow grinned at her when her hands pulled his shirt off.

“Well, I’m not the one who was walking around half naked, making it hard for me to eat my dinner.”  Siobhan’s lips twisted into a smug smirk.  “I saw the way you were sitting Siobhan, and you call me a brat.”  She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Hmm, and if you recall I did say I was supposed to be the smart ass in this relationship,” she said with his hands creeping up her back.  His fingers trailed over the scar left behind from Oryx until he tangled them in her hair.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss that threatened to consume the both of them.  Siobhan groaned against him with her hips grinding down.  Heat twisted into a slippery knot between her legs as she pulled to get closer to him.  Her nails scratched into his shoulders and back, adding to the passion between them.  “You’re going to leave marks behind.”

“Good,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again.  Her teeth tugged at his bottom lip soothing the sting with her tongue.  “Now, I don’t want to wait.”  Her hands reached between them and freed his cock, slowly stroking him.

“Fuck, you’re impatient.” 

“Mmm, patience is a virtue I sadly lack.” Siobhan grinned at the chastising look she got from him.  Crow hissed as she eased herself down on his length, grabbing her hips to keep her from moving just yet.  He glared at her when she squeezed his cock in retaliation.  He pinched her ass cheek.  “Hey!”

“What?  Are you going to talk shit about it?” Siobhan huffed at him before she rolled her hips, smiling when his head fell back against the cushions.  She rocked against him in a slow torturous rhythm.  “Siobhan…”

“What?” She asked with an innocent expression on her face.  “If you want something Crow, then you have to use your words.”  Her thumb reached up, tugging on his bottom lip until his parted beneath her touch.  She brushed her lips over his while leisurely rocking against him.

“I thought you didn’t want to wait?” Crow asked between his groans.

“If it means I get to torture you for a little bit?”  Siobhan squeezed down on him and he clenched his jaw.  “Suddenly I found my patience.”  He gave a hoarse laugh and dug his fingers into her hips.

“Punishing me for making you work with Eramis?” He sucked in a breath when her hand grabbed just underneath his chin, tilting his face until he looked into her eyes and the irritation there.

“Don’t be a brat.  Or I’ll get myself off and leave you frustrated.  Then good luck finding me.”  Her words hung between them and he gave a soft curse.

“Sorry.”  She released his chin with a nod and waited a beat before her hips rolled again.  His fingers urged her to go faster and she followed him.  Crow choked on his breath when her walls clamped down on his cock.  He reached between them to tease and pinch her clit.  When she fell, she fell hard and he cried out her name when he followed soon after.

Siobhan slumped against him with a groan.  She was spent.  “Will you still stay?” Crow asked quietly and she sensed the unease in his voice.  Siobhan shifted and looked up at him.  She cradled his cheek in her hand and smiled.

“Of course I will.”

[ellieabbyy]

some destiny shirt ellie

[phantom-after-dark]

A very warm welcome home. cayde-6 x guardian reader

so here it is. the utter utter filth that came from my brain. there is a plot....if you squint, and turn your head sideways. who am I kidding this is just straight porn. i have no idea if this is decent, enjoy. reader is AFAB with female pronouns.

this is basically unedited, i will go back at some point and make corrections.

Enjoy xoxox

warning: NSFW below the cut, nothing of a violent or gory nature but, as expected, lots of sex, unprotected sex, its just sex. and some swearing. 18+. any interactions without an 18+ age in their bio WILL be blocked.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. NO AGE=BLOCK

It had been long. So long. The mission had gone south leaving Cayde abandoned in the ass crack of nowhere in the freezing cold with nothing but his sparrow, his ghost, and the most awful rations. When help finally arrived, he slumped back in the seat of the ship that he had been, quite unceremoniously, hoisted into by the guardians that had come to get him after receiving his SOS signal. His optics flicker off as he tilts his head back, still vaguely aware of the goings on around him but relaxing as the heat seeps back into his body. He could think of only one thing, the same thing that had been on his mind since he left for that shit show of a mission.

You.

Your smile, your eyes, how soft your hands were when you let them wander him without restraint, your lips on his neck, how hot and tight and wet you were around him as you fucked yourself silly on his-

“Cayde!” A voice snaps him out of his daydreams, he jumps slightly, optics flickering back to life, and he sits bolt upright. Glancing down he was glad his cloak had settled across his lap; he didn’t need to see it to know just how hard he was.

“You good?” the guardian that had woken him, Marcus, he thinks their name was, looks at him with concern.

“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I'm okay just uh… systems still heating up from being in the cold so long. Gets me a little sluggish you know” he bluffs, semi convincingly as he subtly readjusts himself in his armour before standing. Nice save, Cayde he thinks giving himself a mental smack on the head.

The ship had come to a stop in the hangar, the bay doors opening letting in a rush of chilling air. The hangar was as busy as usual, ships coming and going, guardians bustling around and throwing themselves off the edge only to be revived seconds later by ghosts with seemingly unending patience... So, the usual. None of that interests him though. The only thing he wanted-no NEEDED was you. And like a hound with a scent, he found you.

“Cayde!” you call out, voice filled with relief and happiness to see him safe again. Your voice was like a balm to his weary soul.

“Hey sugar” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you.

“Shit, cayde! You’re freezing” you hiss but don’t let go, holding him closer as if urging your heat into his body. “Hey, let's get you to that little ramen place you love. We can get your stomach filled with some actual food and warm you- “

“No!” cayde interrupts you with surprising desperation, his face buried in your hair. “No. Home I want to go home please”

It takes you a second, then as you shift in his arms it hits you…or rather it presses against your stomach. Oh…ooooooh. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. “Okay, cowboy let's get you…warmed up” you purr, gently pulling him towards the hanger doors. He follows, of course, like a desperate, obedient puppy having a treat dangled in front of it.

It doesn’t take long to arrive at Caydes apartment, it takes even less time for cayde to have you pressed up against the door, hips grinding against yours as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, already panting, puffs of hot air sending goosebumps across your body.

“Been so lonely, doll. So cold on that god-forsaken planet. All I could think about was you. Please. Please don’t deny me tonight” he mutters, voice laden with a desperation you had never heard from the exo before.

“I've got you, sweetheart, let's move to the- “

“no” he interrupts you once again. “Now. need you now, please. Waited 2 fuckin’ weeks I ain't waiting any longer” he pants, gloved hands snaking underneath your shirt. You don’t even remember him taking your stir off until his mouth is kissing and licking down your chest. He bites down on the soft skin above your collarbone.

“Cayde!” you gasp, scolding him in sheer surprise, not able to see the blossoming red and purple mark on your skin. He normally isn’t so bitey so soon.

“The one I left’s nearly gone” he mumbles, licking over the almost totally faded hickey he had marked you with before leaving on his mission. You can't help but think back to that night, how he had you bent over every surface in the apartment that would take your combined weight until your legs couldn’t hold you up, and even then, he had you in his arms bent in half against the wall until he couldn’t give any more.

He begins to move lower, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake before reaching your breasts. “fuck” he mutters under his breath, one hand moving up from your waist to cup your right breast, his other holding you to him tightly. “Missed these” he sighs before licking a long stripe across your left nipple. He can't hold back the whiney groan that escapes his throat before he latches on. One hand toying with your right breast as he kisses and licks at the other, all while moaning. You had never seen him like this before, so desperate, needy so…. loud. “Taste so good. Better than any food. Need to consume your doll, please. Please, can I?” he's on his knees now, looking up at you with a face of desperation you'll be seeing in your wet dreams for weeks.

His hands move to your pants. You'll be there forever if you let him try to remove your clothes but the pathetic whine that he emits when you gently bat his hands away causes you to freeze, heart rate picking up. He’s so impatient, face already buried between your thighs, your pants still firmly around your hips as he nuzzles up to your clothed crotch.

“Did you miss me like I missed you?” he mumbles, muffled by the material of your pants. “Smell so good. Are you wet for me, doll? Yeah,” you can't help but gasp when you feel his thick tongue lick a strip up your clothed cunt. That was the last straw for your self-control, so much for feeding him a hot meal and getting him rested in bed.

With swift determination you unbuckle your pants, pushing his head away you resist looking at his face knowing he's giving you that kicked puppy expression as you yank them down along with your soaked panties. Your whole body jolts as his hands push your hips, pinning you to the door as his face dives in between your legs.

No teasing touches, no playful taunting, not even the few seconds he usually takes to spread your petals and admire the wet mess he’s made you before diving in. just sheer and unadulterated desperation.

“Fuck yes” he whines, slight static lacing his voice, though you barely notice over the sound of the sudden moan he rips from your lungs. His tongue went straight to your clit, lapping up the wetness that had accumulated in the short span between there and meeting him at the hanger. “Fuuuuuuck, dreamed of this, dreamed of your sweet cunt every fucking day I was away. Starved without you” he moans, not stopping his dedicated worship between your legs with his tongue.

“wider” he mumbles, pushing your legs further apart, giving him access to your tight entrance. His tongue is there immediately, the long blue appendage promptly diving inside. His hand, still clad in leather gloves, moves his thumb in clumsy desperation to toy with your clit. You clenched around the long blue appendage that was lapping up everything you had to give, ripping a long moan from the panting exo that was knelt below you. His tongue pushes in and out as far as he can get it, which surprises you every time he does, it never looked that long. You're just as loud, gasping and panting, hands on his shoulders as you struggle to keep your legs from giving out.

You look down, the view almost makes you cum alone. Caydes eyes are almost completely closed, looking up at you. The tent in his pants makes your mouth water, the large bulge begging to be released, a faint orange glow matching his oral cavity lights shining through the fabric. As fucking divine as having him worship between your legs was, you knew what he needed. And you were going to give it to him.

Your hand gently wraps around the horn on his forehead, and you can feel him fight against you as you try to pull his head away from your crotch. He finally relents and sits back on his heels looking up at you. He was a mess, cloak hood pushed back, mouth agape and panting with your juices all over his chin. He doesn’t bother wiping his mouth as he stares up at you, pleadingly “Why? Why did you stop me? Please, i-I need…I need- “

This time you interrupt him “I know what you need, come on. Bed now”. With a quick and obedient nod, he's back on his feet, and pulling you to the bedroom, you just about make it without falling over.

When did he remove his armour? You don’t care and don’t have the time to care as he's picking you up and putting you on the bed. Before he can resume his assault on your sopping heat you get a cruel idea. You stop him, pushing him back into a kneeling position. He gives you that kicked-puppy look again and you almost let him continue.

Almost.

You lay back on the pillows and appreciate the view in front of you. Cayde knelt before you and was completely bare. Is chest heaved with each ragged breath, you swore you could see steam exit his mouth with each heave. You let your eyes travel lower, to the source of his desperation. You missed that sight. At its widest circumference, it's about the girth of your wrist, the shaft swells in the centre and tapers towards the tip and hilt before swelling widely again at the base. The shaft was 2 colours, a deep blue panel of silicone beneath the tip, then the rest of the shaft is comprised of black silicone. Running up the sides was a see-through panel allowing the warm orange optics to shine through. The tip was a soft pastel blue, swollen and leaking more pre than you’d ever seen before. It made your mouth water.

“Doll, I-I can't take you starin’ at me like that. Do somethin’ I'm begging you” he his pants softly, snapping you out of your gazing.

That’s when a devious idea enters your brain. You lie back and spread your legs, making sure cayde gets a view of everything. His eyes are fixed on your slick entrance as you trail a hand between your legs and gently rub light circles on your clit, a soft gasp slipping through your lips as your back arches slightly. He squirms in place; he had cottoned onto your plan.

“Baby don’t do this please” he begs. Begs. That was a first, and you intended to get many more out of him that night.

“What?” you ask with faux innocence as you slowly slip a finger inside yourself “So wet” you moan softly, knowing it was only adding to the poor exos torture. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” Cayde doesn’t care how desperate he sounds anymore; he was so hard it hurt. He didn’t know how much pre he had leaked but the small puddle forming between his legs on the bed sheets spoke loudly of how much he needed you. “Been 2 long weeks, too long. I need- I need you, need anything. I’ll do anything, I’ll do all my paperwork, I’ll do all the housework I’ll do anything sweetie just-fuck-just let me fuck you”

His words head straight to your pussy, and you can feel yourself tighten around your finger. You're no way stretched enough to take the monster cayde calls a dick inside you, but for him, you would. You pat the bed beside you “Lie down, let me take care of you”

He eagerly lays down on his back, eyes watching you eagerly. You wrap your hand around his length, and he hisses, head rolling back as you slowly stroke the shaft, drenched in his own pre cum. His hips buck up needly into your hand “M-more, m-more need more. Please baby, i-I can't wait- i-I won't last want to be inside you” he babbles desperately.

You shift forward, your legs on either side of his hips as you grind your hips down onto his painfully hard erection. He shoots forward sitting up, gripping your hips, pressing his face into your shoulder. He wasn’t even inside you yet and he was on the verge of whimpering. You slowly shift your hips back and forth, your wetness mixing with his seemingly unending amount of pre, pulling moan after moan from his throat. They were unrestrained, filled with static.

“Fuck! Please, please stop teasing me, love” he hasps, his fingers digging into your hips. They were definitely going to leave bruises, but you know your ghost could heal them…not that you would want it to.

“Beg” you smirk. He freezes momentarily.

“What?”

“You heard me, sweetie, beg” you purr, slowing down the movement of your hips to a tortuous pace.

“Please, doll. Been thinking of you since I left 2 weeks ago, has been hard since I left. Couldn’t do jack shit about it, left without you for so fucking long. Thought about how fuckin hot and wet and tight you are, please baby, doll, sweetheart, just stop damn teasing me” he whines, flopping back onto the bed, looking up at you, eyes wide.

You finally take mercy on him, lifting your hips and lining him up with your entrance. You can see him struggling with his self-control, trying not to force himself up into you. You sink down onto the head, the bulbous tip was a painful stretch in the most delectable way, made even better by the debouched groan that manages to find its way through the static of Caydes voice synthesiser. “So fucking tight” he growls “just like I imagined-no-better”

You take your time, slowly sinking onto his shaft, wincing slightly when you reach the wider point at the centre. You feel so full, so delightfully stuffed and you're only halfway down. You try and pace yourself but it's hard when the exo whose dick is half sheathed in your cunt is a squirming mess of broken whines and barely distinguishable begs. You reach the final hurdle, the swollen base of his cock, almost knot like and you drop your hips, arching your back as your ass finally settles on his hips.  “So fucking big” you groan, leaning back onto your hands which were rested on his thighs. You can feel the faux muscles, taught like a coiled spring.

His eyes are fixed on where his cock disappears up inside you, and his fingers reach out, trembling to trace the dull orange glow that reaches just below your belly button. His fingers lower to play with your clit causing you to get impossibly tighter. His optics stutter on and off as his head lolls back “t-traveller above, you're so damn t-tight!”

After a second to adjust, you drag your hips up before dropping them back down, his grip on your hips tightens, and you can see the tension in his jaw, every slow rise and slam down onto his cock causes a ripple effect, static increase g in his voice, optics flickering on and off in rapid blinks. Despite how loud his broken words and moans are, the wet slapping of your cunt on his cock can be heard.

You continue your tortuously slow movements, relishing in the way he’s, stuffing you full in a way that feels like he was moulded to fit you. “f̴̻̪̺̮͍̰̹̰͓̈́̃̅̿̄̽̋̕͝͝-̸̡̜̭̰̅̚͠f̶̻̣̜̋͛̀͋̉a̷̡̤̖̱̥̱̅̆́̂̄͘s̷͎̤͗̎̄́͒̓̋̈́͋̕t̵̗̖̥̰̤͎͈̊̆̄́̍́͝e̵̢̞̦̝̜̻͋͌͆ͅr̷̨͉͉̹͌͊̈́̽̈͛̓͑͝,̵̡̥̗̖̈́͂̿͠ ̵̡̯̫̜̰̾̉͑̐̏͑̚͝ͅ sweet girl please ,̵̻̫͕̘́ ̸̗̞͒͝p̵̭̗̪̤͙̪̯̺͓̳̈́͒̃l̶̳̮͖̰̪͈̈̂͜͝ͅẽ̸̛͙̗̈́̋̋́̇a̷̖͚̠͍͌͜ş̷̧̫̠̭̼͖͈̥̾̒̽̂̍͋͐̓͘ḙ̵̢̝͓͚̥͍̄̑̐̇͂̕ ̸̧̞̖̤̮̻̠͐̄ faster̶̙̖̙̎̊̎̍̚” he begs, his voice becoming more and more filled with static. His hands grip your hips with urgency as he tries to buck up into you, each time he does, you still your movements earning yourself groans of frustration.

“Aww what's wrong, Hunter Vanguard? You a little pent u-AHH!” your teasing him is the straw that broke the camel's back. His feet plant onto the bed and he flips the pair of you with a growl. The next thing you know you're on your back beneath him, he's still sheathed in you to the hilt.

“that's it. If you won’t give me what I need, I'll take it,” he growls before pulling out till just the tip remains inside you before slamming back into the hilt, starting a brutal pace. His hips slam into your own with bruising vigour, his face buried into your neck. Between his static-filled moans in your ear and the sound of his body slamming into your own, you can barely hear your own cries of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure that blurred with pain you grip onto his shoulder, legs spreading wider to accommodate his hips and allow him deeper.

“Thought you could get away with t-t- t̶͈͖̺̿̅̒̾͂̎͑ě̵��͇͉̲̊̉́̚͜a̵̢̝͈̙͉̫͚̐̃̓̾́͐͜ŝ̶̯̥͍̳̠̻̖͙́̍̌͒̕ḭ̷̹̮̟͙̣̲̘̲̭͌̒͗̑́͂̒͐͘̚n̶̰̓̈̆͗̇͌̉̕g̴̡̛̛͛-teasing me? After I've been away from you for so long?” he growls, each word punctuated with a thrust. “Think I could resist this sweet cunt?” his smirk falters, smug voice devolving into a desperate moan. He shifts his hips slightly, his tip finding the spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your core tenses, a familiar feeling building up like an elastic band being pulled tighter and tighter. “You're close, aren’t you? cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over this cock, show me how much you missed me” he pants, pace not faltering once.

You feel the tension snap, your vision going white as your back arches, and you clench around him as you reach your climax. He fucks you through your orgasm, he grabs one of your legs, pulling it onto his shoulder allowing him to hit a whole new angle. You can’t find words, it's like you can feel him in your chest, each thrust pushing the air out of your lungs.  

Every touch, every caress sets your skin on fire, looking up at cayde his optics flicker on and off, his face is tensed, jaw clenched with determined desperation. Everything was becoming too much, too good. You were so overstimulated, but he was not slowing down.

“s-sorr-sorr-sorry” he moans “can’t s- s̵̢̠͔̘̤͓̲͕̍͆͌̏̂͝͝ţ̷̳̮̳̙͖̋̋́̈́̾̈̚̕͠ò̸̡̖̣̜͖͙͍̪̥͆͂̄͘p̶͓̟͔̣̬̞̘̆̎͂̀͋̂̉-stop”. His movements become more frantic, pace becoming less fluid and more unrestrained.

He drops your leg, bending over as he continues pounding into you, he holds you close, littering your neck and chest in hickies, kissing, and licking each one as moans turn into frantic whimpers. “Please, please so close so close. So perfect so tight so hot. Mine p̶̡̳̪̬̯͔̗̆͌̈͋̉̂̿͜͝͝l̶̨͔͇͍̫̏ĕ̸̳̰̭̖͕͌͂͌̅͌̈̋̊̂â̸̢̲̯͕͓̬̻̄͠ş̴͖̐͆̈̇͛̐́͝͠e̴̛͓̎͌̽́͑̊̆͆͝-please” he grips you hips as his rhythm stutters.

“inside-p-please ins-s-s-s-inside” his whole system was beginning to glitch, optics blinking, the lights in his throats, also glitching out as his voice was barely audible over the static. You nod eagerly, body covered in a sheen of sweat, as you pant and moan beneath him, trying to move your hips back onto his time with his rushed thrusts.

The nod is all the conformation he needs, thrusts becoming harder and more eager. “f-f- f̶͈͙̳̻̙͓̤͈̿͋̀̈́̏́͜u̶̯̖̔̓̏̌̅́̉̚c̷̝̉̇̈́̀͛̊̇̚k̵̨̞̩͉͙̻̲̐͊̓̔̒̉̃̀͌͝-fuck i-i-I lo-love you! G-go-gonna fffffill you” he whimpers “make y-y-you so f-full. B-be leakin’ o-out for d- ḑ̸̧̛̩͕̤̬͔̫͈̟̅̋̑̀̓͛͠ă̸̬̠��̱̪̼͑̈́́y̶̧̙̰͚̝̪̳̍s̴̲͉͖̦͙͎̀̋̃͜͝-days”. You wrap your legs round his hips and tats all it took to push him over the edge. A desperate whimper rips from his throat, it becomes a staticky whine as he thrusts one final time. His whole body trembles, his cock twitching as he spills into you, painting your inside with his cum, leaking out of you around his cock due to the sheer volume as he completely stuffs you.

His body suddenly slumps onto you, you can hear his internal systems whirring loudly, his optics off and body still. You muster as much energy as you can to gently place a hand on his head which was face first in your neck.

“c-cayde? ” you mumble. A groan comes from him as his optics slowly flicker to life. “you okay?” you ask him softly.

He says nothing but nods. The pair of you hiss as he pulls out of you, his body flops beside you as he pulls you into him, arms around your middle.

“Miss you” he manages to mumble out, static finally starting to leave his voice. “don’t wanna be that far away from you again, doll”. You nod in agreement, aching body seeking his, it had been too long. Between your legs aches in the best way, you can feel the remnants of his seed leaking out of you but at this point, you're too tired to care, you can clean up later.  

You're not sure which of the two of you fell asleep first, but it's cayde who wakes you, carrying you to the bathroom where the bath slowly fills with soapy water.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, sweet pea” he chuckles, “let's get you cleaned up, I ordered us dinner, least I can do for that welcome home.”

[theroseceleste]

It's finally here! Destiny Miguel - the process!

Took three hours to erase background, draw over, colour, shade and highlight. Then about six hours to edit the video.

Already three chapters into the Destiny and Miguel cross over. Already having so much fun writing it.

I hope you have fun reading it, gaming enthusiast or not. This is just another way of playing with his character in a different setting which is awesome!

Love, Rose Celeste xx

[braindamagedrizz]

Can't You Hear It? Can't You Hear It? - Cayde-6FeetUnder (WheatleyTheAdmin) - Destiny (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

“You will not go alone.”

“Then come with me.”

Osiris would regret this.

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Osiris could not let Ruxiz go there alone, despite the warning signs and his carelessness in preparation, he joins the Hunter into The Black Garden.

Ruxiz could not leave without Osiris, careful words and stroking the right ego made it easier, he holds the Warlock's hand into the Garden. Angst, Angst, and more Angst... AND NO COMFORT >:) Heed the warnings, I'm kinda mediocre at writing wounds so bare with me here, I wrote this really fast.

[jillybean-seighdrasov]

Reading other authors fanfic smut shows me just how tame some of my smut can be.  Like, WOW!  And I thought I was very descriptive.  Keep up the good work, smut writers.

[haldenlith]

Did anyone order more Crow smut? No? Well you're getting it anyway.

Ardwynn can't back down from a challege, a bet, and Crow makes ample use of that for a very interesting evening.

Rated E for sexy times.

[mechaknight-98]

Black Lungs (NSFW)

FT Eunha

Author's note: Light on smut/a bit of angst. Wanted to try something a little different for this piece

Crash woke up from his first pleasant dream in years. Eunha was nestled in tightly. Her physical warmth was pleasant but also sweltering and suffocating. Crash loved it. As he began to stir he was surprised when Eunha moaned, and that's when he remembered his cock was buried inside at her insistence

“I want you to leave it inside so I can get used to your size,” Crash recollected. He smiled at her completely enraptured by everything about her.

However, he did have a previous engagement with Haseul and her friend today so he pulled out of Eunha causing her to moan again, and tightly latch onto him. Crash miraculously fought his way out of her grip and began getting his go-to armor ready.

“Where are you going?” Eunha inquired as her lurid gaze loomed over her prize.

“I agreed to help Haseul and Hyeju get through Aphelion's Rest today since they have been trying to update their gear because they don’t know when the next big threat is coming,” Crash explained. Eunha pouted she wanted more time with Crash as she only felt like she barely broke the surface about him, and he promised her breakfast in bed that day.

“What about our plans for Today?”

“I am a man of my word and don’t you worry. I will deliver on everything I promised you yesterday,” Crash responded

Eunha pouted further as she said, “Can't you cancel or postpone?”

Crash smirked as he replied, “I could have last night but I was busy buried between someone’s thighs last night being told “Don't you dare stop” and then when I remembered I was told, “Focus on me,” as I was being suffocated in someone’s tight pussy,”

Eunha blushed as Crash spoke, “I’m sorry about that I just don’t know what came over me last night. When you surrendered to me I just had to have you,” she responded. Crash smiled as he kissed her forehead

“No worries. I like feeling wanted hopefully I can give the same feeling tonight albeit less lewd and more chaste.” Crash responded as Eunha smiled before saying to him,

“Okay then but hurry back because if you don’t I can’t guarantee what you’ll come back to. I might just pounce on you again.”

Crash smiled as he finished putting on his armor before leaving. As he flew to the dream city his ghost Sashimi said to him,

“I told you Eunha liked you,” Crash rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you told me that when I first met her. when we were neck deep in the Doomsday scenario,” he said as he monitored his ship’s gauges and levels.

“Yeah but you’re guardians there is always a doomsday scenario, and what is that phrase you are saying?” Sashimi asked

“You better get busy living or get busy dying,” Crash said focused as they neared the dreaming city’s orbit

“Exactly! now preparing Transmat,” Sashimi exclaimed. Crash landed and used his Sparrow to reach the rendezvous location. Despite Crash’s best attempts to be there on time, he was still several minutes early so to compensate he rushed through the Legendary lost sector a few times so he could remember how to teach it. After that Haseul and Her friend a fellow awoken with raven black hair arrived. Her piercing gray eyes bored into Crash making him wildly uncomfortable but he hid his misgivings and discomfort well.

“So what did you need help with?” Crash asked

“Builds. We want help on armor and mods because you are our lost sector specialist and have been reliable in your build advice.” Haseul explained courteously. Crash nodded and then asked to see their build stats through their ghosts. When he saw stat distributions and mod allocations he almost pooped a blood vessel.

He chose his next words with extreme caution,

“Can I ask why neither of you have 100 resilience? Especially you Hyeju a fellow titan.” Hyeju and Haseul looked at him concerned. Hyeju having felt the most attacked by his question asked why?”

“Hoping not to offend them he explained the benefits of 100 resilience and the opportunities it helped create. The girls nodded and presented him with all of their gear and that's when he noticed the spikey armor they had stat-wise to where even without exotics they could easily have triple 100 stat builds. With that in mind, he took out his tools and inserted a base suit of mods who tutored their styles for Haseul he gave her a basic support warlock build (having studied warlock extensively before mastering his titan abilities) and helped Hyeju with a powerful grenade build. After that, he made sure that they had the proper weapons for the champions in the lost sector before letting the two guardians take turns running through the lost sector.

Roughly two hours later, both women had garnered over seven exotic engrams. As they waited for the engrams to decrypt back at the Tower, Haseul turned to Crash with a curious look. “So, Crash, how did you meet Eunha?”

“Oh, Eunha never mentioned it?” Crash responded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Well, we’ve been busy since then,” Haseul replied with a shrug. Crash nodded thoughtfully before beginning his tale.

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On a random Sunday, while Crasilior was preparing to run legendary lost sectors, a young Hunter approached him.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for one more person to help my fire team do a raid. Please,” the female Hunter said, her eyes pleading as she stared at the intimidating Awoken Titan. Despite his dislike of the Root of Nightmares raid, Crasilior saw the desperation in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll help,” he replied.

“Great! My name is Eunha. What’s yours, stranger?” Eunha asked with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t have one, but my closest ally calls me Crasilior,” he responded.

Eunha raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Really? That’s not gonna work. I’m calling you Crash.”

“Eh, I’m more of a Fist of Havoc guy,” Crash said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Hahaha. Okay, Crash, you’re pretty cool,” Eunha said, smiling broadly.

As Crash finished his story Hyeju looked intrigued. “That’s it?”

“Well, yeah. I know all about not having enough people for a raid, so I decided to help. Especially since that’s where my mentor Riddick died. I don’t want anyone else dying there, even if it’s just a paracausal temporal anomaly revisit,” Crash explained. Haseul and Hyeju were taken aback by how casually he mentioned something so personal, but Haseul remembered how Crash often shared melancholy thoughts in a deadpan tone.

“Well, it’s been fun, ladies, but I have a date with a very hot Hunter,” Crash said, standing up.

Haseul was shocked. “Wait, wait, Crash, who’s waiting for you at your place?”

“Oh, Eunha,” Crash answered nonchalantly as he headed back.

When Crash got home, he opened the door to find Eunha eating one of his cinnamon rolls. He quickly closed the door to keep her hidden and apologized for being late. Eunha smiled, charmed by his sweetness. As he changed and showered, she watched him begin to cook a full breakfast—omelets and pancakes. Once he was done, he walked over to her with a plate and a warm smile.

“I promised you breakfast in bed. Come on,” he said, leading her back to the bed. Eunha groaned playfully as they settled in.

“So, how are SinB and Umji?” Eunha asked between bites.

“Uh, they’re good, I guess. I should probably reach out today and tell them I’m coming home tonight. I would ask about your fire team, but you’re kind of a loner,” Eunha teased.

Crash shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. As they lay there, comfortable and content, Eunha realized that despite all the comfort and care Crash brought her, she would always yearn for something more exciting. She thrived on the edge between life and death and staying with this lovable, dorky Titan would only break his heart. But that didn’t change her feelings for him.

“You’re so cute when you’re content,” Eunha said, smiling. Crash recognized her expression and grew suspicious.

“You’re about to say something backhanded, aren’t you?” he asked warily.

Eunha shook her head, her smile fading. “No, I like seeing you at peace. But I don’t think I can be with you like this,” she stammered.

Crash’s heart sank. “Okay then, can you explain what you mean by that?” he asked simply.

Eunha took a deep breath. “Crash, I love you, but I need the thrill of the fight, the edge of danger. I’m afraid that staying with you, I’ll lose that part of myself. And I don’t want to hurt you. You fight for veneration, honor, and valor. You fight to gain insight, to refine yourself. I have and always will respect that but that isn't me.”

Crash looked puzzled. “You do remember how I was courted by Xivu Arath and that whole fiasco, right?” he questioned.

Eunha laughed, recalling the time when Crash got The Wicked Implement and started seeing visions of Xivu Arath. As much as that was a fun stretch with the Frozen Emperor of Doom, she knew that wasn't who Crash truly was. Crash was kind and gentle. To use an old Golden Age analogy, he was a soldier who had found peace in a garden.

“Fair, but she courted you because despite every setback, despite every monster, you came back stronger, but most of that came with wisdom.”

Crash began to understand Eunha’s meaning but wasn't fully convinced. “I mean, I can go full Shotgun ape if that's what you prefer?”

Eunha shook her head. “You are the regal warlord who studies art and battle. I can't be your queen. If that makes sense.”

While her words were confusing, Crash understood her meaning through tone and body language.

“So, what do we do now?” Crash asked. Eunha was relieved at how well he was taking this.

“Wow! You are taking this better than I thought you would, but to answer you, we stay friends, of course,” Eunha said as she got up from the bed. She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face.

“There’s something else, Crash. I want to give you a real name. One that isn’t just a nickname or a slur,” Eunha said softly.

Crash looked at her, surprised. “A real name?”

Eunha nodded. “Yes. You deserve more than just ‘Crash.’ or that slur Delindrin calls you I’ve been thinking about it for a while. How about…

[ellieabbyy]

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Like You Deserve (Wolverine)

Description: Y/N wants to dom Logan

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,032k

Request: What about sub Logan smut?

Wade and Y/N had lots in common but one thing that stood out against the others was that they both wanted to Dom Logan ... .well Wade was never going to get the chance, Y/N made it her destiny to. Logan wouldn’t swallow his pride easy but Y/N saw the looks that he gave her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. Her suit was like deadpool but sexier so her whole body was on display for him to gawk at. What better way to get Logan to agree to submission than a party?

Wade of course threw the party and Logan was trying to cut back on the drinking so he wasn’t drinking anything that could affect this experience. Y/N decided not to drink anything either so it left them as the only 2 sober people at the party. “How much you wanna bet that Wade’s gonna try to fuck Vanessa tonight?” Logan asked. Y/N looked at him, “With her boyfriend right next to her? Yeah probably.” They watched as Wade tried so hard not to flirt with her in front of her boyfriend. “Yeah I can’t watch this.” Logan cringed and stood up. Y/N stood up as well, “We can go somewhere quiet and chat.” She offered. 

Her bedroom was everything he thought it would be. It was all types of movies and comics, her room smelled so nice thanks to the candle she lit beforehand. Almost as if She had planned this. “So is there a reason you aren’t drinking?” He asked her. She usually drank at parties but today she wasn’t and he found that odd. “Just wanted to take a break.” “Bullshit.” She looked at him, surprised.

“There’s an actual reason you aren’t drinking.” She sighed, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She said. He turned his whole body towards her while laying on her bed. “Hit me.” She wanted to be like Wade and actually hit him rather than tell him. “You would certainly get it out of me drunk.” She said and looked over at him. “Or you could just tell me.” She shook her head, “I can’t believe you’re gonna make me say it.” She whined.

He got off the bed, “Fine then don’t. I’ll leave.” He said and went to leave her room. “I wanna fuck you.” She blurts out. He steps dead in his tracks and turns to look at her, “That’s it?” What did he mean by that? “Well I mean that literally. I wanna fuck YOU.” “You wanna be in control?” He asked as if she was joking. She nodded and her face got really red. “Yeah as hot as you are, No.” He said and she stood up. “You won’t let me dominate you? You don’t think that would be hot?” She asked. “Our first time fucking isn’t going to be you in control. It’s gonna be pounding into you like you deserve.” He said to her.

A few months later Y/N was handcuffing him to the bed, “What was it that you said to me before we got together? You wanted to fuck me like I deserve? Well baby boy I wanna fuck you like you deserve.” She purred and got off the bed to see him. He tried to hide his hatred for being chained up.

Y/N stared at his abs and muscles that were on full display for her to see. “Gosh baby you have such a perfect body.” She said and walked and started tracing his abs. They were perfect and hairy. “I just wanna hump every inch of you.” She purrs and he tenses up at her touches and words. Her fingers travel to his hard on that was clothed. It was the only part of him that was clothed.

The second her fingers traced over his hard on he hissed. “I barely touched you baby.” She teased and gripped him. He held back a pathetic moan of need as her tiny held what she could. She leaned down and licked up his abs making his breathing heavier. “Mmm you taste so good.” She said and took off her clothes. His eyes widened at her naked body as if he had never seen it before. He had tons of times but it never failed to amaze him.

Once she was naked she took her panties that were wet and shoved them in his mouth. “Just a little taste for later.” She winks at him. She straddles his body and moves up to his abs. They were hard and perfect for what she was about to do. She gasps as she runs her wet pussy over his abs getting them wet. He watched as she did this slowly teasing him but herself too. Each time her clit touched his abs she moaned a little louder each time. He wished that he could just take a hold over her and fuck her on his abs but he couldn’t.

It was long after that she was tired of teasing herself and started humping his abs fully. Her hands placed on his chest as she got a steady rhythm going. His eyes were glued to her face as he watched her pleasureful expressions. Her body thrusted against his as she gasped and moaned. “Fuck for so long I’ve dreamt and humped my pillow just imagining your abs.” She whined as the bed shook with her thrusts. He moans against the panties at her words. She removes her panties from his mouth and puts them in hers as she continues to ride him. “Fuck baby girl you look so hot.” He groans and her head falls back. The panties fall from her mouth as her jaw drops from how close she is. “Baby please wait and cum on my cock or my face. I don’t care.” He was begging. Something she never thought he would do. His abs felt amazing but his dick would feel better. She stops her humping and throws her panties somewhere in the room.

With wobbly legs she stands up and pulls down his boxers. His hard dick is leaking at the tip and begging to be touched. He was so big and each time she was still nervous about his size. She crawled back on him and took his dick in her hand. Though her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around it, it still felt good. Fuck it felt amazing to him. Her hands were like silk and he loved the feeling of them on him. He groaned and threw his hand as she started jerking him off, “That feel good bub?” She asked, teasing him and mocking his pet name for everyone. “Fuck darlin’ your hand is amazing but you’re pussy is better.” She giggled at his words. Fucking giggled. He loved that sound more than anything.

“Or I could make you cum so many times. Milking you dry.” She said and his eyes rolled at her answer. “I have you exactly where I want you Logan. I need to take advantage of that.” Her hand was speeding up the pace. His hips bucked up until her hand as he groaned. “The first time I cum has to be in that pretty little cunt. I won’t accept it any other way.” He grunts and she laughs. “Oh you won’t? I don’t think you have much say in where you’re cumming.” She says and speeds up her hand. He was so close to his orgasm but he didn’t want to cum like that.

“No fuck please let me cum in your pussy.” He begged her. There he was again, begging her. Her hand stops, “You’re very lucky that I wanna cum all over your cock.” She says and moves to position herself. She rubs his tip all over her pussy making them both gasp. “Let me inside please.” “Impatient little thing aren’t ya Wolvy? You’ll get what you want.” He was by no means little but that wasn’t what he was focused on. She was teasing him and it was starting to hurt. Before he could beg anymore she finally took him in and oh did it feel amazing. Her pussy swallowed him whole and he loved every second of her taking him in with caution.

Her jaw dropped as he ripped her open like it was the first time. Both of them are already edged and ready to go. Her pussy was leaking around him. His eyes couldn’t leave the sight of her taking him in until he was gone. “Fuck you’re so big.” She whined and let herself adjust to him. Though he was being an impatient fuck and thrusted up into her causing her to moan loudly. He smirked at her reaction but the glare that was present on her face told him he was in trouble. “You weren’t supposed to do that Wolvy.” She said and if it wasn’t for the fact that every time they had sex she had to adjust to him she would have gotten off him.

“Please baby. I need you to fuck me.” Oh wow. The begging was one thing but to tell her to fuck him. He had lost it, truly. She let herself slowly grind on his dick and even though he was whiny and telling her to stop teasing him, she enjoyed it. “I would be pounding into you now.” He groaned and she laughed. “I have never seen you so whiny and bratty. It’s almost like that’s why I’m doing it.” She started riding him a little faster. He wanted so bad to grip her hips and drag her on his cock. She could tell that he wasn’t happy with her pace but he was deep in her and hitting spots that even without him “ramming” into her, it still felt good.

She could cum from this pace but Logan needed more. Her head fell back and she let out little moans as her hips sped up a little more but not much. “You’re so deep.” She gasped out. He started growling like an animal and she looked down at him. “Aww baby is this not good enough for you?” She asked with a fake pout and sighed. “You’re lucky that I wanna cum.” She said before dragging herself on his dick and riding him the way he wants. “Fuck yes.” He groans, loudly. She whined his name and placed both her hands on his chest. His eyes never left her fucked out face.

“You’re so fucking pretty baby.” He groaned and if she could she would roll her eyes at him. He wanted her to let him touch her. “Let me mark you baby please.” He begged and she was high on pleasure to care so she stopped and grabbed the keys to the cuffs and undid them. The second his hands were free he gripped her hips and dragged her on his cock so fast it took her breath away. “Yeah that’s it baby. Fuck you look so good on top.” He praised her and her pussy fluttered around him at that.

He chuckled, “Yeah you like that? I know she did.” He looked down at her pussy that looked so full of his cock. “Logan fuck if you keep talking like that I’m gonna cum.” She whined. “That’s the point baby.” She felt herself on the edge but she wanted him to cum first. “Logan I need you to cum first baby.” “Never. My woman will always cum before me.” He groans and holds himself back. “Cum for me darlin’ drench my cock.” She gasped and let out a loud moan of his name as she orgasmed all over him.

He bit his lip and followed right after her. “Fuck baby.” She cried as she rode out her orgasm. His eyes never left her face to see how fucking pretty she looked as she came all over him. She collapsed on his chest and he hugged her. “You did so good, baby. You made me feel so good.” He said out of breath. She yawned and closed her eyes, “I love you Logan. Thanks for that.” He smiled and kissed her head, “Love you too bub.”

[caydesguardian]

Holy fuck I’m fanning myself😳❤️‍🔥♠️💙🌺

Fuck I love Cayde😍

Hunters trap (cayde-6 x female guardian)

so, another steamy adventure with everyone's favourite hunter. this one is a little shorter than the other but enjoy.

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warnings: outdoor sex, swearing, caydes dashing good looks

“WAI-!” Caydes words came too late as you took another step forward, you’re boot hit the dirt, a click sound triggers. In the blink of an eye, you and Cayde are hoisted together by a strand net that had been laid beneath the dirt, a trap lying in wait for unsuspecting guardians to blunder into. Thankfully their feet still found purchase on the floor however the tight netting meant little room for either guardian to move.

“Oops?” you wince, craning your neck to look at cayde sheepishly. Cayde was pressed up against you, his chest firm against your back, hips snuggly against your ass, a thought cayde was trying to keep at bay. The hunter vanguard simply sighs before looking for a way out. He manages to get a hand to his knife sheath but… it's empty, the glint of a blade a few meters away confirming his suspicions.

“Nice one, sweetheart” Cayde murmurs and he begins searching for another viable option other than having to send a SOS signal for something as trivial as a net.

“Wait, my boot knife!” you suddenly remember the blade you keep in your boot for emergencies just like this.

“Boot knife?”

“Yes…boot knife. What don’t you keep a knife hidden in your boot just in case?”

“Why would I need one in my boot? I have my hip sheath”

“Who has a knife right now?”

“touché”

You begin to wriggle around, trying to get your arms low enough to reach into your boot to grab your knife but the bindings were too tight, yet you persevere.

Suddenly a grunt behind you grabs your attention.

“Doll…you really need to stop before you create another issue” cayde warns, quietly.

“No, its fine, i-im almost there” you strain, your ass pushing harder against Caydes crotch, somehow not noticing the steadily growing hardness that fit snuggly between your cheeks.

“I-I mean it sweetheart you need to st- “

“Im so close just give me- “

“Doll” cayde growls, hands moving to your hips, fingers gripping you tightly. Its at this point a squeak escapes your lips and you finally feel the ‘issue’ cayde had warned you about.

“o-oh was…was that me?”

“Yes…now you’re going to help solve this ‘issue’. Understood?” he mumbles into your ear, giving you the option of tapping out.

“Yes Sir” you mumble, thighs already quivering in anticipation as cayde snakes an arm around you, opening the fly on your pants and stuffing his gloved hand into your panties. you don’t bother hiding the way you shiver or the whimper of his name, as his leather-clad fingers draw teasing circles over your already sensitive clit.

“please” you gasp, hips moving in time with Caydes ministrations and the hunter vanguard laughs.

“Such a needy little cunt, don’t worry, you'll be plenty full soon” he purrs, his free hand somewhat desperate as he struggles to free himself from his own pants.

You laugh but it comes out more like a desperate keen “th-thought I was the desperate one”. This earns you a sudden finger sliding inside your tight wet heat, a breathless gasp as your whole-body tenses at the delightful intrusion. The leather-clad digit drags in and out at a torturously slow pace.

“Gotta get you nice and ready for me, pretty girl, don’t want to break you…not too badly anyway” you don’t need to see his face, you can hear the smirk he's wearing.

With some effort he finally gets his pants open, tugging them down to his mid-thigh before removing his finger from you, ripping a needy whine from your throat. The complaint dies on your lips as you feel the familiar feeling of Caydes thick cock pushing between your thighs, nestled against your soaked slit.

“Beg”

 Whimpering, you rock our hips back and forth, the head of the hunter vanguard's cock nudging against your clit with each movement.

“Please, please I-I need it can’t -fuck- can't think, just wanna be filled please! Please Sir!” all dignity and care is thrown to the wind as the only thing you want or care about in that moment is getting the thick appendage stuffed inside you.

“You sure doll, only prepped you with a fing- “

“don’t care”

Again, you can hear the shit-eating grin cayde wears as he talks. “As the lady wishes”

In one smooth movement, the head of Caydes cock breaches your dripping entrance. Eyes watering but the pain blurs with pleasure in such a way that its addictive.

Cayde eases himself in slowly, stopping each time your hand grips his own tighter, and continuing with each brief nod of your head. He lets out a long groan of satisfaction when his hips finally meet your ass, fully hilted inside you.

“you're going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you till im satisfied, spend the rest of our time out here with my cum leaking out your fucked hole. And when we get home? Im going to do It again. Understood?” His voice is strained in the effort of not immediately fucking you till you’re shaking.

“Yes! Yes, please! Please fill me!” your hips rock back and that’s all it takes, a growl rumbles through Cayde's chest, one hand wrapping round your throat tilting your head back and squeezing slightly, the other gripping your hip with bruising strength. Each harsh thrust punches a moan after moan from your throat, a hot burning pleasure blooming from your cunt, radiating through the rest of your body.

“Such-a-good-fucking-slut” Each of his words is punctuated with a thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting loudly, and the growing wetness of your slit is loud in your ears. Not a coherent thought passing through your head. The words “please”, “harder” and “Sir” are seemingly just natural reactions of the submissive of the cock drunk guardian.

Cayde wants it to last, he does, but looking down, seeing the way your cunt swallows his cock is all too much for him. But he’s not cumming yet, not till you’ve had yours first.

The hand that was on your hip slips back down into your pants, the familiar sensation of the leather of is clove on your clit making you arch your back, head resting on his shoulder.

“That’s it, give it to me, you know what I want, I'm not stopping till you give it to me” he grunts, steam escaping out between his face plates as his fans try desperately to cool his body.

You’re on the verge of cumming when Caydes fingers press a little harder and his cock hits that soft spot just right to have you seeing stars. you can't hear yourself screaming his name due to the ringing in your ears, vision going fuzzy as your body clenches and quivers around Caydes cock.

“that’s it! Good girl! Good-fuck going to fill you, breed you, mark you!” he fucks you through your orgasm, shoving his face in the crook of your neck, his grunts and moans devolving into desperate, staticky whines, his hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer.

“Hearts! Im gonna cum! Im gonna cum I’m gonna-fuck!” his hips slam into you one final time and the sensation of his release filling you sends you spiralling into a second orgasm. thighs trembling, Caydes arms grip you tight, remaining buried to the hilt inside you as his systems get themselves under control.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice still tinged with static.

All you can manage is a nod, whining as cayde pulls out of you with a hiss. He quickly pulls up your pants and buttons them closed with a tired smirk.

“don’t wanna lose any of that now do we” he mumbles, gently stroking your arms as he kisses up and down your neck.

“Now, let’s transmat to the ship and get you home. Don’t think im done with you just yet.”

You nod before freezing. That sneaky bastard. You could have gotten free this whole time.

Worth it

[austinbutlerslovers]

Feyd Fantasy

Label mature 18+

Pleasure & Pain

Summary

The destiny guiding Bene Gesserits select you to marry Feyd Rautha. The nephew to the Baron of the great house Harkonnen.

You will secure an heir for their selective genetics program to try again for an all powerful being. A Kwisatz Haderach with the ability to see through all space and time, past, present, and future.

Feyd was set to be married with an Atredies female to secure the birth of the Kwisatz Haderach but the plan failed when House Atredies birthed a male. Now the Bene Gesserits must salvage Feyd Rauthas genetics through your impregnation for another chance.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen however is psychotic, sadistic and sick. On your wedding night he tortures and breeds you mercilessly to procure his heir.

Established relationship new wife

Starts off heavy Sci Fi Dune Ends with sexual insanity

⚠️ Hardcore Smut ⚠️

Sexual torture•manhandling•male dominance •restraints•shibari•ownership•humiliation•knife play sex toys•nipple play•mentions of blood •mentions of being stabbed•mentions of bodily fluids•vaginal vasodilation •overstretching•overstimulation•orgasm denial•clit play•oral sex on female•squirting• multiple orgasms•cum eating•ovulation sex•sex in heat• size kink•breeding kink•multiple cream pies

⚠️Pure Feyd Rautha breeding smut ⚠️ ✍🏼 Proof-writer @faegoddessog

Part 1 •Part 2 •Part 3• Part 4 •Part 5• Part 6

⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies⌛️. UPDATE: confirmed it’s pretty Dune accurate with the Bene Gesserit Breeding program 🏆 💝Not for my softies🆕 Skip to Austins Bath ➡️

Inspo: ⚔️Multiple anonymous requests combined: -unsuspecting female -mysteriously drawn to him -merged houses/marriage -female of nobility -ovulating female in heat -Feyd Pain Dom -Feyd Pleasure Dom -Knife play no gore - Feyds cock description -Oral sex squirting on Feyds tongue -Brutal breeding sex -Womb Implantation

✍🏼 written & corrected with @faegoddessog 👑

Pleasure & Pain

The Bene Gesserit breeding program failed when house Atreides birthed a male instead of a female. After centuries of breeding to join House Harkonnen and house Atreides to create a Kwisatz Haderach all seemed nearly lost.

The Kwisatz Haderach would be an all powerful being able to see through time, space, past, present, and future to control destiny. With the Atreides male assumed dead the Bene Gesserit order take a desperate measure to ensure they can try for a Kwisatz Haderach again. They will salvage the desirable genetics of the young Harkonnen heir, Feyd Rautha for the next generation.

When you are called to see your leader the reverend mother you are not expecting to be the female chosen to carry the genetics for the future Kwisatz Haderach.

You are a devoted young Bene Gesserit with the proper bloodline from noble houses. You will be impregnated by Feyd Rautha and continue his lineage salvaging their Genetics program.

The decision has already been made with an arranged marriage to be held on his planet, Giedi Prime. Everything must be done hastily before anything unexpected happens to the body of Feyd Rautha. Should he die they will lose their chance.

They arrange the wedding before his upcoming fight in the arena to kill his 100th gladiator. They can not risk the error if he is slaughtered.

Not only are you to be impregnated with his heir to secure the future Kwisatz Haderach, you must also bind his mind with a physiological fail safe using the prana-bindu phrases of your Bene Gesserit training.

The reverend mother believes they are sending you like an innocent to be defiled. Your training is not complete, your sight is barely awakened and your pain tolerance is underdeveloped.

You have not gone through the proper training crucial for long term survival with a psychopath such as Feyd. However your genetic line, with the ability to control your ovulation and select the gender of your unborn, will salvage their breeding program entirely. That is the final deciding factor.

Harkonnen Fortress Giedi Prime

Feyd Rautha’s excessive ambitions for power made him seem deranged. He would do anything to secure the throne as Baron.

He had been groomed from childhood to become the next reigning by his detestable Uncle, the current Baron. Feyd Rautha had lethal finesse and extremely seductive charm, the skills of an excellent leader.

However due to his disastrous upbringing by his lecherous uncle he was now primed to be a ruthless killing machine and sexual deviant without restraint.

He was able to suppress his blood lust and sexual debauchery from the public eye, but behind closed doors he was a bloodthirsty, pain-inflicting sadist.

Agreeing to an arranged marriage was a simple task to Feyd. It would mean the furtherance of his greater goal; becoming the Baron and perhaps, he thought, the next Emperor.

As he and his uncle sat in the meeting hall to discuss his future obligations, Feyd sat spread across his throne. His knees were parted wide, his elbows on the armrest, his back is laid low against his seat. He played with his knife inflicting pain on his finger to the point of piercing it without a change of expression.

When his uncle brought up the betrothal, Feyd Rautha didn't pay much attention. When it was decided that he would ascend to the throne, Feyd sheathed his knife and sat up listening with more intent to what his marital duties might be.

He knew that he would have to take a female with a compatible bloodline. He was in no way bound to actually care for her. The marriage would be political and aside from initial customary meetings, he didn't have to spend any time with her at all.

The first few days after the wedding they were certain to share a bed. The first night being of the utmost importance in consummating an heir. After that it would be like any other political marriage; loveless and distant.

These facts didn't bother Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, it was all part of his duty as the next Baron.

Weeks Later: Giedi Prime

You were arriving on Giedi Prime the night before your wedding day. Compared to your home world it was colder, darker, and dirtier. The buildings were enormous, gray and industrial. Heavy clouds filled the sky.

Having seen a portrait of Feyd you found his looks mysterious yet strikingly handsome. You were made aware of his sexual debauchery and brutal upbringing from several trusted sources.

They had shown concern, but were not sure the full extent of his degradation. What they did know is he was raised to be a ruthless killer and sexual deviant. He had his choice of pleasure slaves and was confirmed to be psychotic and depraved in nature.

He, however, is completely unaware of your true intentions.

His uncle was led to believe you would marry his sadistic, bloodthirsty nephew Feyd and save his bloodline which would guarantee a future for the Harkonnen dynasty.

He eagerly joined your two houses, securing his depraved psychotic nephew an heir and increasing the validity of his status simultaneously.

In reality you were sent on a mission to salvage Feyd Rauthas genetics for the Bene Gesserit breeding program which only selected the ancestral lines of great houses such as the Harkonnens for centuries.

When the deed is done you are to whisper the prana-bindu phrases in his ear as he sleeps to bend him and hypno-ligatiate his psyche. With the utterance of one specific word it would be used to weaken him to the point of complete muscle paralysis. This would be used if he ever became a threat to the Bene Gesserit plans.

With his sperm implanted in your womb you would secure the future Kwisatz Haderach for the Bene Gesserit Order.

Being part of this secret order gave you extremely special abilities. You gained control over your own biology and were able to ovulate and choose the gender of your unborn at conception.

Once Feyd penetrates you he would become addicted to your sex, and you could seduce him even further to do what the Order desired.

Wedding Ceremony

The entire courtship was hastened due to his impending gladiatorial fight and increased his risk of death. When you finally see Feyd it is in the great hall on opposite ends of the vast stage for the wedding ceremony.

As you wait for the festivities to commence you take your first long look at him waiting on the other side of the stage

He is stoic and imposing, tall and handsome. Almost in complete contrast to his repulsive uncle. The only resemblances are the pale whiteness of his skin and complete lack of hair.

Not even eyebrows frame his hunter’s eyes. He was hauntingly beautiful in this way, his high cheekbones accentuating his deep set blue eyes. His perfectly angular nose drawing your eyes to his plump full lips and defined jawline.

You had an immense attraction to him. He was regal, wearing black ceremonial garments made of elaborate fabrics showing his status and wealth.

Feeling your gaze, he turns his attention and lays eyes on you for the first time. He is astonished by your beauty.

He had no initial interest in seeing your appearance. Now with his sights on you he is fascinated. You have defiant, piercing eyes and beautiful features without ornament. He feels something stir in him, though he was stripped of his emotions long ago. What remained now was a ruthless fighter and soon to be Baron.

You wore a white hooded gown, though he could still see your healthy radiant hairline. The vibrance of your face and hands, the only skin visible to him, is soft and delicate. The shape of your body in the tightness of the form fitting gown impresses him greatly.

He is very pleased you will belong to him. Though he tries to hide it a maniacal smile forms across his lips. He will defile you in so many ways on the wedding night, training your body to obey him or be punished. A perfect pet he thought, unsuspecting, of high-born status, and far prettier than his others.

You are both called together to join on stage in front of his uncle the Baron. Tens of thousands of the populous cheer in the Great hall as you embrace Feyd for the first time.

You both stand together and offer your arms to the Baron’s Lord in waiting. He locks each of your wrists to the end of an indestructible chain and bestows the key to Feyd Rautha. You face the crowd holding your hands up together making the chain taught.

"Like the unbreakable chain our everlasting union" Feyd yells and the crowd erupts into even bigger cheers. You gaze into each other's eyes full of passionate promise to each other.

"I will make Feyd the new emperor!" The Baron yells to the crowd caught in the fervor of seeing his nephew and protege increase in status before his eyes.

Feyd pulls out his ceremonial sword from his hip looking into the crowd as he lifts it in the air. "And I will slay my 100th warrior in the gladiator arena in dedication to the Future Baroness," he yells his strongest.

The crowd erupts into loud chants for Feyd. It is customary for him to fight in the arena to show his valor. He and his uncle used the grand display of fights to their advantage, gaining favor with the populous. The Baron would always tip the odds in favor of Feyd to win.

Later that evening you return to your chambers after the wedding banquet. The elaborate affair was full of entertainment crowded with the Harkonnen inner circle. With conversations, food, and several cheers of congratulations, you and Feyd only caught glimpses of each other throughout the entire event. It was now time to prepare for the wedding night

You were bathed and styled by two servants and wore a sheer white sleeved gown. You are completely bare underneath. The thinness of the shimmering fabric is near invisible, showing your breasts and bare genitalia.

Once the slaves leave your chamber it allows you a moment to collect your thoughts and begin your mission.

You call upon your Bene Gesserit blood with intuition of your inner workings in your mind, seeking out and triggering your ovulation to start. With controlled precision, you will the fluids in the rest of your body to comply.

It was done, you are primed and ready for impregnation.

You leave your bed chamber and the servants place a black cloak over your shoulders clasping it in the front to cover your modesty.

Feyds Chamber

The fortress is massive, you walk through several passages and corridors until you reach Feyds quarters. It is a large two story section with a grand staircase leading down to a courtyard. An accompanying servant presses an alert at the base of the stairs. They both bow and hastily leave your presence.

After a moment of waiting you see Feyd-Rautha come to the banister above. He gazes down at you enraptured. Even fully covered in a black cloak the excitement builds inside of him for what you look like underneath.

He wears a sleeveless black tunic tied loosely at his waist. His strong chest and abs are prominent above his black fabric slacks. In the moonlight his ivory skin is glowing making him look ethereal. He gestures with his hand for you to come. You lift the hem of your gown and climb the stairs as he watches.

Once you reach the landing he invites you inside to follow him through the large floor to ceiling double doors. When you enter he pulls them shut behind you with a resounding thud. He secures a bolt down locking you both in. You assume it's for his safety but little warnings in your mind tell you otherwise. His chamber is enormous, everything is muted gray and black, void of all color.

There is a large black open frame canopy bed in the center of his chamber. The sheets are gray with black tied curtains at each post, the headboard is padded.

Just beyond his bed is a spacious balcony overlooking the front courtyard of the fortress. There is a long table at the foot of his bed frame. An assortment of peculiar metallic devices and a coil of black rope are organized on its surface.

Two large display cases are spaced on each side of his bed which strangely face out to the balcony. There is also a second table there with a collection of more odd looking dangerous items.

He has no decor or plants or art just a dark, still, lifeless room that gives you the chills.

His eyes never left you as you entered his chamber. You turn to face him, remembering your mission. He pulls his tunic open revealing his extremely muscled physique.

You stare at his pale chiseled chest and powerful muscular arms. Your eyes linger on his hard abs and small waist as he lets his tunic fall to the floor. You are attracted to him, you can't fight your physical urges.

He comes to stand in front of you shirtless in low black fabric slacks, an empty knife holster rests on his waist.

His body is pure muscled alabaster perfection. You want to touch him everywhere.

Everything he does is so elaborate and unpredictable you can't even begin to figure out what he wants.

You start by pulling your cloak from your shoulders letting it drop to the floor revealing yourself to him.

His piercing gaze studies your form, loving the way you are physically shaped, your beautiful curves accentuated in the sheer white transparent gown.

He seductively stares at your perfect nipples already wanting to pinch them, he sees the curves beneath he's been dying to touch. He sucks his teeth, making a clicking sound, when he sees your bare genitalia, increasing his sexual urges.

Sensing he is pleased, you break the long silence, "What would you like, will you show me?" you ask and gently take his wrist. You pull his hand just shy of your body, leaving the choice to him.

His primed sadistic mentality already wants to knock your innocent confidence. He reaches his hand and places it delicately around your soft throat pressing his thumb up and down your larynx watching your reaction.

You look up into his eyes and can't form a single thought as the fear creeps in. His psychotic gaze immediately instills his dominance over you. His strength and imposing size makes you feel timid.

His squeeze on your neck begins slowly, testing when you’ll make him stop.

You instinctively reach your hands up and grab his wrist when you begin to panic. He smiles at you and slowly returns to caressing your throat gently.

"Such a delicate little pet.” he says with a grin revealing his black teeth. You are at a loss for words as you stare at him realizing everything they say about him is true.

He gazes into your soft pretty eyes and he knows you'll be different. The way your eyes plead with him, even putting up resistance holding his wrist. He smiles at your efforts trying to resist him.

Everything is in his control.

He looks over your curvature wondering how good you will feel sheathed on his cock. His eyes begin to wander over your body thinking of other ways he wants to derive his pleasure out of you.

What will agonize you the most for his sexual gratification. His eyes suddenly pause between your thighs, already wet from him. He tilts his head to the side in curiosity.

He grips your dress up at the waist and reaches his hand between your legs. He slips his fingers through your wet folds. Your body tenses, then relaxes when he knows exactly how to touch you that has your body craving it. He feels how wet you are and stops. He removes his fingers collecting what he wanted.

“Your body is so responsive to me and I haven't even begun to touch you yet,” he lifts his hand to your face showing you his glistening fingers covered in your slick wetness for him.

You've gone mute, so aroused and so terrified of him forgetting all of your training.

Seeing you can't even form words due to shock he pushes his wet fingers between your parted lips, gesturing you to suck. He abruptly snatches them out when you do and dives his lips onto yours, licking the arousal off of your tongue before the taste disappears. His breathy moan against your mouth as he enjoys it makes you go weak for him.

He's terrifying, yet beautiful as he presses his soft full lips on yours. You find yourself pining for more encouraging him to give it to you. You press your breasts against his chest and pull his small waist to yours, loving the feel of his strong muscled form against your body.

You eagerly push your mouth onto his as he kisses you. His wide tongue begins enveloping your small mouth, he gently flicks his tip against yours like a snake.

You let out a sound of pleasure from the feeling which makes him stop. He pulls back and grins. You are stunned as he leaves you where you stand and heads to the table at the foot of his giant bed. He picks up the length of black rope.

He returns to you motioning you to put your wrists out. He looms over you and binds them tightly with intricate knots. Each pull on the rope rocks your body. He works to ensure they are perfect like a work of art.

He wants them taught, to see the marks you will make as you struggle to free your wrists against the bindings. The thought of the marks he'll leave on your body to remind you of your training start to make him hard. He shakes the thought from his mind, more excited about the next part of his plan.

Sexual Torture

He smiles looking up at you. He walks backwards never breaking his gaze as he lets out a measure of rope between you two.

"Come pet" he commands and yanks you forward like an animal. You have no choice but to follow and obey.

He walks you entirely past his giant bed leading you instead out to the arch way of his balcony. Confusion forms in your mind why he would lead you here as the chill of the night air hits your body.

He looks up and loops the rope through an eye hook bolt purposefully embedded in the archway above him. He's calm and focused as he pulls the rope through the large eye, forcing you to walk closer and closer to him until your arms are being lifted directly over your head.

He bends down on one knee staring at your feet as he pulls the rope higher until your heels begin to lift up. Once you are balancing on your toes, he secures the rope to another anchor hook on the frame of the balcony.

He stands tall in front of you to check his work pulling down on your trapped wrists checking that the rope is taught. He glides his hands down your arms and over your breasts. With the night air hardening your nipples he can't resist touching them.

He pinches them and you gasp. He slowly pulls them up until you begin standing higher on your toes, the pain becoming unbearable as he nearly lifts you from the ground. "FEYD Please!" you cry out for mercy, he instantly releases them back to your body.

“Such a spoiled pet I will change that" he coos. His eyes are intense and terrifying as he stares into your soft, beautiful, panic stricken ones.

He knows he is going to mentally and physically break you into complete obedience tonight. You aren’t even able to withstand his simplest tests of endurance.

He smiles knowing you belong to him you are his spoiled little pet now. Kept perfect and beautiful, always getting her way before him. Now he will ruin you for his pleasure.

He turns from you back into his chamber, leaving you strung up in the archway. You watch his movements inside. He is physically dominanting in strength and size, a perfect killing machine. All the muscles show prominently beneath his porcelain skin.

You desperately hope he shows gentleness when he breeds you, but your instincts tell you he will only know how to be brutal. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

Everything he does fills you with such strong hits of fear, but there are brief moments when he looks at you, kisses you, and touches you that are so soft you are internally begging for more.

Even with his depravity your core is throbbing for him. your body is covered in chills needing to be touched by his hands, you want him.

Your Bene Gesserit training working perfectly. You are ovulating and ready to mate. You hope his torturous game ends soon and he takes you in his warm bed to consummate the marriage and this nightmare is over.

You look to your left studying the table covered with an assortment of items there. Some phallic shaped, some glowing. You hear the click sound drawing your attention back inside to him. He unlocks his display case facing the balcony. Seeing inside once he hinges both large doors open makes your heart jump as a cold fear wracks your body.

Glinting within the display case, is an assortment of his knives. Each row looks more threatening and painful than the next.

Your eyes lose focus, feeling dizzy. You can't bear the idea of being cut or stabbed on your beautiful skin. You fidget your wrists together above your head to relieve some of the anxiety, but it only makes you feel more confined to your situation.

He carefully inspects each knife, wanting to pair the perfect one with you. He smiles as he pulls out a rare beautiful irredentist white handled one.

You watch as he takes the blade up to his tongue and slowly licks down the edge testing its sharpness. He's psychotic.

When he returns standing in front of you wielding the blade you close your eyes.

You let out a choked off whine when you feel the cold steel press against your throat. Your eyes fly open in fear. Feyd yanks your head back by the hair to expose your throat even more. He trails the knife against your most vulnerable spot.

"Feyd please, please..." you beg him for mercy. You twist your hands in vain trying to slip your wrists through the restraints, you are completely trapped.

You focus on your mission to be bred by him and beg even more. "Please I'll do everything you ask, just let me touch you, I want you, I will give myself to you, please not like this."

Upon hearing your words he slowly releases your hair. You look back into his cold dark eyes as yours softly plead with him. He removes the knife from your throat.

With perfect precision, he slices down your dress kneeling as the knife glides through the fabric without a sound. He stands back up and begins cutting off your sleeves. The cloths fall to the floor leaving you hanging trembling and completely naked.

He wanted to climax watching your blood spill on him, but your voice stirred something deep inside of his mind.

You watch as he heads back to his blade showcase. As he searches in it, you hope he is done with his knife. Instead he sheaths it at his hip.

Collecting what he wanted he returns with a ball gag. You resist holding your lips closed and he grabs your jaw hinging your mouth open. He pushes the ball inside strapping it on your mouth. "MMMFF" you yell against the ball as it absorbs your cries.

He stands behind you securing the buckle tight. He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back to rasp against your ear. "Now I can fully enjoy this pretty body without that mouth.”

The things you say are making him feel things he doesn't like to feel, and think things he doesn't want to think. You willingly wanting to give yourself to him is softening his resolve.

He is not soft, he wants to use you and dominate your body, getting off on your pain. He cups and squeezes your breasts from behind, pinching your nipples hard to distract himself back to the physical.

His touch is painful but you moan and arc your back to press against his cock. You want him inside of you not even able to think about torturing you anymore.

He falters and gives into his sexual urges sliding his hands down to your waist and pushing himself back against you. His eyes close as soon as he feels the heat between your legs warming his cock. It hardens his length making him want to breed with you.

He quickly pulls the knife from his hip trying to change the satisfaction of his urges. He brings the blade inches from your neck and presses his lips to your ear.

"Hold still for me pet" he whispers. He bites your lobe with his black teeth, you’ve aroused him so much his hand slips.

You feel the cold sharp point of his knife lightly scrape against your neck where he plans to cut you. You completely panic trying to move away from him. You yank your wrists against the restraints wanting to be freed. Your screams begging him not to hurt you muffled by the gag. He sheaths his knife seeing your defiance.

"Let's see how many times I need to make you cum until you obey me then,” he says finding your hopeless defiance amusing. It's the sign of someone who has never been broken before and he savors it.

He goes to the table on the balcony searching and pulling a large, metal, cylindrical shaped pill into one hand and a phallic shaped one in the other. He kneels down in front of you and brings the pill between your legs. He rests it at your entrance, making you tense.

"You'll cum only on my command," he instructs as he stares into your eyes.

You nod relieved it will be pleasurable. He pushes the shiny metal pill high inside of you with two fingers until it stops at your cervix. His fingers feel so good you clench as he slips them out.

As soon as the pill warms to your body temperature and detects your heartbeat, it begins to pulse and vibrate your entire pelvis.

Your abs constrict with each pulse and you immediately let out sounds of pleasure feeling the vibrations deep in your core. He presses the phallus on your clit and it hums as he wands it between your folds and back up to your clit again.

You moan into the gag, chest heaving as you toss your head back in ecstasy. The pill increasing in intensity with your body.

One clicking set of pulses on the inside as he wands over your clit on the outside has you curl your abdomen due to sexual overstimulation. You lift your knees up trying to relieve the intensity but he pushes your legs back down with his hand and presses the vibrating phallus into your clit even harder making your mind goes weak. The pleasure is immeasurable you fight your physical urges to cum as long as you can.

He moves the phallus to your entrance pushing it inside as the pill vibrates its strongest. Your moans are unending. You squeeze your legs together as he holds the phallus inside of you and you immediately fail. You orgasm moaning so loudly your teeth vibrate against the ball gag. Wave after wave of euphoria crashes through your entire body.

You feel a huge surge of endorphins as the pill stops. He slips the phallus out as you come down. Your breaths are heaving. Your head is bowed low, chills cover the expanse of your body. It was too pleasurable.

You hear him click his tongue in disapproval. "I didn't say you could cum, now we have to start over." He stares at you, waiting until you finally tilt your head up and nod. Your reactions are delayed the orgasm demolished you.

He puts on a ring that matches the pill and gently reaches two fingers inside of you. The pill slides down to connect with his ring and he pulls it out of your wetness. It makes you moan, you feel empty again.

Your sounds of pleasure excite him. He places the tip of the phallus under your chin tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "I enjoyed watching you cum, you make the prettiest sounds. I'll give you more, but this time, you'll cum on my command or I will punish you." He says inflecting his words deliberately at the end

You quickly nod, wanting to be good for him and avoid any pain. The pleasure he gives you is so addicting your body already craves more.

He puts his pill and phallus aside and picks up a vial of glowing liquid coating his fingers with it as he stands in front of you.

He reaches between your legs, covering your folds inside and out. His slippery fingers explore over all the flesh between your legs, spreading the liquid around liberally.

It feels so warm, and good, and pleasurable. You close your eyes, nipples hardening as you enjoy suddenly feeling more sensitive to his touch. It amuses him, he uses this arousal fluid on his most depraved pleasure slaves to make them cum.

He smiles to himself admiring how beautiful your face is in pleasure. He rewards you with a soft pinch to your clit, releasing a pretty moan from your lips. He might make you his favorite pet after his training tonight.

He slowly pushes his middle and index fingers into you, spreading the fluid inside and then holding them still as he waits. This time you fully feel the effect of the substance as it relaxes your walls and the blood begins coursing to your softening core. You feel an intense throbbing inside and out, especially on your clit.

You struggle to keep your eyes focused on his face, the feeling extreme. Your head tilts downward as your abs tighten. You endure wave after wave of powerful pulsing and intense throbbing between your legs. Your eyes close as you moan softly into the gag. Your entire body relaxes, floating in mental ecstasy.

He smiles knowing the effects are taking over. He starts to scissor his fingers inside of you, opening you up. The feeling is so good and intense, you moan and drool on the gag as your core tightens. He loves seeing you so aroused getting a high from it.

He shoves his fingers in and out of you until you are on the verge of another orgasm. The arousal fluid working so well he can push his third finger inside of you. You begin to whimper and whine as he shoves it in with the other two stretching you out and stuffing you full.

He scissors all three making a wave of pleasure swell inside of your core triggering your climax. You moan in euphoria losing tears and drool as your body constricts around his fingers.

"Does my little pet want to cum?" he asks. You nod and moan against the ball gag, tears fall from your eyes as you clench inside ready to orgasm. "You'll cum when I say" he smirks darkly making you endure more.

You whine at his denial.

He pushes his fingers up, spreading them wide, and curls them back down inside of you. If the gag wasn't in your mouth you would be high-pitched moaning so loudly everyone in the courtyard would hear it.

His cock twitches from the sound. He's beginning to enjoy pleasing you more than inflicting pain on you.

The feeling is so euphoric as he spreads you open. Your walls begin rhythmically expanding and contracting on his fingers. You don't even recognize the animalistic sounds escaping your throat as you erupt into an orgasm.

You release so much pleasure and liquid from your core it renders your body completely listless. The gag vibrates in your mouth as you deeply moan in aftershock.

Your wrists go limp in the restraints as you struggle to recover. The throbbing subsides leaving you weak and brainless as you leak arousal all over his fingers and his hand.

You whine against your drool covered gag remembering you weren't supposed to cum. He pulls his wet fingers out leaving you empty.

He brings his hand up to his mouth and slides his long tongue out. He licks his hand entirely clean enjoying the taste of your sweet cum. The slick clear texture of your ovulation makes him urge to have thick ropes of his seed coating your walls. It softens his crueler intentions

He squeezes your face by the jaw to look up at him. "I wanted to reward you and take off your restraints but you came again without my permission and now you will be punished" He watches you shiver before he continues. "I will do it lightly. I want to pleasure you and taste that sweet cum you make for me again," his voice sounds gentler as he releases your jaw.

A chill runs down your spine wondering what he considers a light punishment. He begins to pull your rope from the anchor hook back down into his hands.

As your arms lower you feel the blood begin flowing to your limbs again giving you relief. He releases the ball gag from your mouth relaxing your even more. He wipes your tears and chin clean. He looks you over, still so beautiful to him. Your wrists bright red with dots of blood, pupils blown wide from shock.

He's pleasured you brainless now he wants to fuck you boneless.

The Atonement

He suddenly yanks the rope pulling your wrists. "Come get your punishment pet," he watches the look of surprise returning some vitality to your washed out eyes.

You feel the knots in your stomach thinking of what torture he has in store. He has already defragmented your mind to pieces, you will do anything he asks. He pulls you along until he reaches his table at the foot of the bed. He looses the rope and steps down on it making you kneel to the floor bowing down at his feet.

He sifts through the items on the table finding what he wants and yanks you up by your rope to kneel. He brings a dainty silver chain in front of you in his hands. At first you think its a necklace until he clamps one end on your right nipple and the other end on your left.

Your body constricts as you try to get used to the feeling. Your nipples become extremely hard in the clamps, it is pleasurable yet painful at the same time sending chills across your body.

"You are such a soft pet, so I will only punish you lightly," he says and begins pulling the chain up it sharpens the pinch of the metal on your nipples making you cry out.

He lifts the chain higher beckoning you to stand. You struggle to lift from kneeling with your hands tied in front of you. He never releases his tight hold on the chain as you try to get up. You finally gain your footing and stand in front of him.

Your body jolts when he tugs your nipple chain pulling you into him. He begins kissing your throat and with the way he licks and sucks onto your neck it makes you give in to him completely.

He takes his time and sucks loving bruises across the entire front of your neck making a collar. Your moans and whimpers sound so good close to his ear. They are his new favorite sounds and he wants more.

He reaches his hand up cupping your jaw kissing your lips passionately. As he kisses you he begins to savor every touch of your lips together.

The feeling is foreign to him, not having the urge to cause you pain to get aroused. His cock is growing hard between his legs just knowing he's giving you pleasure. You finally touch him, rubbing your bound hands on the hard length of his growing cock. It entices a deep moan out of him.

He parts from you and pulls his knife. You whimper in fear, remaining completely still; trembling yet obedient. He brings the knife down to your wrists cutting each knot on your restraints one by one.

Your freed wrists are incredibly bruised and red with blood. He inspects them remembering how much you struggled when you were tied.

Instead of arousal he feels something else inside that he thinks is remorse. The thought strikes him, you are his baroness his wife and he can never mark on you this way again. He rubs his thumbs across the marks thinking of how he can atone.

He removes his knife and holster from his waist and sets them on the table. He picks up another metallic phallus and pill knowing what you like. He pulls you onto the bed making you lay in the middle.

You look up and see a mirror on his ceiling. You watch in the reflection as he settles between your legs with his face instead of his body.

He softly pushes the pill deep inside of you and removes his fingers. As it detects your vitals and begins to pulse. He taps the phallus on and presses it to your clit. You let out a pleasurable sound that he likes and he smiles.

He presses the humming phallus to your entrance and you spread your legs wider inviting him in. He enjoys it and grazes his black teeth against your soft inner thighs biting and sucking equal bruises on each side.

The pill pulses slowly inside of your body making you softly moan. He presses the phallus to your clit again and looks into your eyes. He enjoys watching your face get softer and softer from the pleasure building inside of you.

The pill starts vibrating deeply against your cervix making you want to cum. He pushes the phallus all the way in and snakes his hand up your navel pulling your nipple chain and holding it taught. All three stimuli at once make you strongly orgasm, moaning into the air.

He removes the phallus and grabs your thighs pulling them wider lowering his face between your legs. You watch as he slowly unfurls his long tongue and presses the flat wide part on your clit and laps up the clear slick cum of your orgasm. Your core tightens as you begin to moan his name and praise him repeatedly.

He smiles darkly against your folds. Your praises sound so good to him encouraging him to do more. He begins to lick and suck harder, spreading his mouth all over between your legs. He ravishes you until your body is covered in chills trembling in ecstasy.

You look up into the mirror on the ceiling seeing your face blissed out in euphoria. You watch Feyds pale muscular back flexing as he holds your thighs open and devours you between your legs.

Your core begins pounding as you moan louder watching him ravage you in the reflection. As Feyd continues to lick and suck the pill powerfully hums increasing its intensity until you are at your peak.

Your body tenses and then relents into ecstasy. You have a cataclysmic orgasm squirting liquid from your core directly into Feyds wanting mouth.

He moans deeply in pleasure as he drinks it out of you swallowing and lapping up every last drop before tonguing deep inside of you wanting more. His cock hardens completely solid.

You shiver involuntarily as you come down from your orgasm and let out a breathy moan. He begins licking you clean between your legs like an animal. His beast-like vulgarity overwhelms all of your senses.

Feyd climbs over you looking into your wrecked out eyes. He unclamps your nipples one at a time, another wave of relief washes through your body. He delicately inserts his ring finger into you, retrieving the now wet pill. He sits up to put all of the items back on the table.

You watch as he removes his black slacks, his entire body is chiseled like a perfect white marble statue. You are over come with arousal as you stare at the length firm standing between his muscular thighs.

His cock is long and hard, it bounces as he kneels back on the bed naked infront of you. He's completely hairless, his testes soft pink, his thick shaft alabaster white, his tip glowing red from arousal. Seeing his length and size you wonder how it will fit but you are craving to be impregnated by it.

You slowly sit up shakily at first then, turn over getting on your hands and knees. You crawl away from him climbing up the bed using all of your strength. He tilts his head wondering what your plan is.

You have to complete your mission from the Bene Gesserits, you need to be impregnated by his seed and you need it deep.

Brutal Breeding

You grab the headboard and arc your back down. With your knees parted wide you reach your hand between your legs and spread your wet pussy lips open for him.

You peek over your shoulder watching his reaction. His breathing becomes ragged, his eyes go dark as they fixate between your legs. His movements turn almost animalistic like he is stalking as he crawls to you. The urge to breed and soak his cock overwhelming all of his senses.

He kneels behind you placing one hand on your waist and the other around the base of his shaft. He rubs his thick heavy cock between your legs coating his tip and length in the slick arousal of your folds. His tip is throbbing as he presses it to your entrance sending a shiver up your spine.

You brace yourself, as he shifts on his knees and grips your waists preparing to breed you. With one powerful thrust he spears the tip of his cock into you. Your head knocks back against his shoulder as a desperate cry escapes your throat.

You pant heavily trying to adjust. With only the tip in, he pulls his hips back until it slips out. He grabs your legs, and spreads them wider to accommodate his size.

He rests his tip to your entrance a second time. You brace again as he powerfully thrusts his hips forward smacking against you. This time his cock plows directly into your cervix as his hips meet the backs of your thighs.

You gasp in shock before wailing. His first several thrusts are quite painful you arch your back and cry out in distress. He stretches you wide around his thick cock. His thrusts are brutal like he's he's stabbing you between the legs. After several pushes of his cock your vulva finally splits around his size. You become extremely wet. You cry out as he begins to thrust into you fully.

His soaked cock begins gliding in and out of your tight walls. The agony and pain soon turns into the reward of pleasure. You get accustomed to the feel of being stretched around his large size and finally begin to praise him and moan his name as you enjoy it.

The way your walls grip him is unlike any other he is instantly addicted to your sex.

"That's it pet ...take my cock," he breathes as he plows directly into your cervix with every single thrust. He begins to fuck you harder until you are both panting like you are running out of air. The slapping sounds of his skin against yours increases with his stamina. Your walls throb in pleasure as your moans fill the air

He finally pulls his hips back as he catches his breath, his cock is twitching wanting to cum. He holds your waist tighter and thrusts himself fully back into your tight hole repeatedly.

The head of his cock presses directly into your cervix as his shaft finally spasms. You feel the hotness filling you up as he bursts rope after rope of his thick cum into your open cervix.

Feyd lets out a loud choked off moan feeling one of the greatest pleasures in his life. Your walls clenching and releasing on him rhythmiclly trying to milk his cock of every drop.

He lets out a range of deep moans from the feeling and continues to thrust into you still hard. Shocks of pleasure begin racing up your spine from the overwhelming sensation. His thrusts never stop as he fucks his cum deeper inside of you.

You let out a string of high-pitched moans unable to contain your arousal as he pounds into you from behind. He grabs you around the back of your neck as he feels his second climax begin.

His cock gets even harder and seems to swell stretching you to another level of fullness. You cry out as you climax

He feels your orgasm milk his cock again with your tights walls and he deeply moans in pleasure. You are like a drug to him now. He fully sheaths himself inside of you, his cock twitches as he groans releasing a second load of cum deep into your womb.

He falls forward holding the headboard with you. Chest heaving cock throbbing as he thrusts every last drop into your core.

His hips slow to a still as he tries to catch his breath. He brings one arm down and wraps it around your torso holding you tightly to him.

He wants to remain one with you as long as possible, he doesn't want to pull out he wants his heir. His breathing slows as he finally softens.

He shakily straightens up behind you and pulls his hips back until his heavy tip slips out of you.

Only a few drops of his silver cum leak from you and he kneels behind you in worship, licking them back up and pushing them inside of you with his tongue.

He feels weak like the very life force was taken from him as he collapses back on to the bed.

He is unable to move a muscle as he slowly falls unconscious.

You come down from holding the head board to check him. His eyes are shut tight as he softly breathes. You stare down his pale white body to his now soft cock resting on his thigh. You are astonished he can cum more than once.

With his breathing slowed you think he must be in deep sleep dreaming so you can begin the prana-bindu phrases. You kneel over his ear and begin to chant them but he twitches violently in his sleep and turns on his side startling you.

Without thinking you quickly put your hand on his shoulder holding him steady to calm him. You will have to wait until he's fully asleep to whisper the phrases to bind him. You lift his head and slide your thigh under it.

You grab his muscular white arm by the wrist and drape it around your waist to hold you.

He looks so soft and beautiful without his cold piercing eyes. You wonder how he would've tuned out with the proper upbringing.

You can't help but show him affection wondering how cruel his life must've been with the Baron. You stroke his temple lovingly.

Suddenly you feel a twinge of pain in your uterus and press your hand on it. Using your mind to control your body you will the selection of the gender. The pain travels up your fallopian tube to your ovary and dissipates. You are pregnant with Feyds unborn.

You hope he has enough humanity left in him for your future child's sake. The severity hits you suddenly as you look down at his sleeping face.

You still have a mission. You need his breathing to be heavier. He needs to be in deep sleep with his eyelids moving while he's dreaming before you whisper the phrases this time.

You caress his shoulders and his neck and ears before it dawns on you. Maybe he has nothing to dream about. You know he craves being praised and begin to speak softly over his ear as you caress him.

"Feyd Rautha is so handsome, he is so brave and he will conquer every fighter in the gladiator arena in his upcoming fight."

His shoulder twitches and his face slightly warms into a wicked smile before returning back.

You think harder

"Feyd, your wife is pregnant with your unborn, soon you will be Baron and have your heir."

His arm squeezes firmer around your waist hugging onto you. You intertwine your fingers with his and softly rest your hand on his head. You watch as his lips part and his breathing becomes heavier. His eyelids finally shift as he begins to dream.

You quickly whisper prana-bindu phases into his ear binding him and watch as his eyelids open a sliver, showing the whites of his eyes and then close. It is done.

You lift his head and gently rest it back to the bed pulling the blanket to cover him. You will go back to your chambers now that the deed is done. He can do what he wants and you will remain obedient enough that he doesn't discard you or kill you. You will await further orders from the Bene Gesserits.

When you step from the bed you wince in pain as a dull ache begins to form between your legs. He's bred you so brutally you can barely walk.

You will think of ways to make him gentler now that he enjoys giving you pleasure. You rest your hand against the banister of his bed before you can take another step.

You check your body. Your wrists and inner thighs are covered with bruises, you reach your hand to your neck remembering he sucked there across the entire front. Finally you reach between your legs and wince from the tenderness. You look back at Feyd still sleeping soundly. You slowly walk to collect your cloak and escape.

You find it at the entrance in the darkened room on the floor and clasp it back on. You get to his large bedroom doors and see the bolt resting across. You are almost completely out of strength as you try to push the bolt up. It lifts and falls back too quickly making a loud click sound as it settles.

Feyd is already up when he hears the familiar sound.

He comes and strips your cloak off of your body and picks you up over his shoulder carrying you back to his bed. He looks you over as he lays you down.

"Are you going to stay or do I have to tie you up?" his voice sounds very tired.

"I'll stay," you say knowing he would tie you up if you said otherwise.

He goes to re-secure the door before climbing back into bed with you.

He nudges you with his hands making you go higher and higher up the bed until your back is resting against his head board. He settles between your legs laying his head on your thigh.

His muscular shoulders are prominent in your lap as he wraps his arms around your hips hugging you. His affectionate embrace shocks you.

He tugs at your wrist, wanting your hand on his head. You wonder if he remembered this in his sleep as you begin to stroke behind his ear and down his neck.

He is addicted to the way you comfort him, feeling love and affection softens him completely for you. His hand creeps from around you to rest over your navel.

He stares at it like he is imagining his baby growing inside and gently caresses your womb.

Your ears tingle wondering if he realizes. When he kisses you at the exact place above your unborn, you understand somehow he must already know.

Your eyes grow weary, your body begins completely shutting down from shock and stress. You slowly fall unconscious resting your head back to the headboard.

When your hand stops caressing him he tugs it once then looks up realizing you are asleep. He sits up and cradles your head in his hands as he brings you down from the headboard to lay in his bed.

You are completely out. He looks at your sleeping face feeling a mix of pain for hurting you and happiness that you are his. The new emotions are overwhelming to him he tries to block them out.

Laying down with you he covers you both. He pulls you onto his chest placing your hand across his shoulder to hold him. He closes his eyes and slowly drifts into a deep sleep dreaming he is Baron of Giedi Prime with his Baroness and his heir.

~*END*~To Be Continued

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[theroseceleste]

Who’s a fan of Destiny AND Miguel O’Hara?

OR if you don’t know much about the game…

Who would like a story (a big one) of Miguel in a kind post apocalyptic world that Destiny is set in.

It would be a kind of crossover. So there will be mentions and links back to the ATSV universe.

I have already started work on the story but wanted to try and gather interest before I start posting. 👀

Our boy Miguel will be capable of doing cool stuff like in the gif below. 👀

Worked on the top image last night. Took me three hours to make. 😅 I’ll be working on a timelapse too, which I’m excited for.

AND this beautiful lady in the picture below is one of THREE of my OC’s fighting alongside our lovely Miguel.

Credit to @smileyrhi717 for her incredible talent. Thank you so much, you beautiful human being. xx

Please let me know what you think or if you’re excited about the idea.

Love, Rose Celeste xx

[braindamagedrizz]

Guardian x O14 ficlets, in YOUR 2024? It's more likely than you think! Titans, Warlocks, Hunters? - Chapter 1 - Cayde-6FeetUnder (WheatleyTheAdmin) - Destiny (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] A bunch of really self indulogent nonsense about my silly bird boys getting a little silly, just a little bit, I'm such a slow writer but I have so much stuff in the backlog bro. For the record, I don't have a beta reader and I sometimes rush the endings, anyways send post

[fushitoru]

chapter 2: the aftermath a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, heir to a dukedom mr. satoru gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

warnings ⸺ nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly

chapter summary ⸺ after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)

a/n some parts of this chapter broke my brain to write but i kind of had fun! as always thank you to @/sinn-claire for beta reading :p i was going to say i'll try to have weekly updates but i don't want to jinx it lol

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Dearest gentle reader, 

It appears that Her Majesty has bestowed the coveted title of this season’s Diamond upon none other than Miss Itadori, who has indeed lived up to her newfound acclaim as the incomparable of the year. At the latest ball, our shining Diamond was quite occupied, with suitors lining up in such numbers that one might have thought them to be queuing for the royal throne itself. Furthermore, blooms were budding between many of the debutantes and gentlemen, including…..

...Yet, one particular couple captivated the attention of all: none other than Mister Satoru Gojo and our season’s Diamond. After having kept his words sparse and his attentions limited to none, Mister Gojo appeared utterly taken with Miss Itadori, conversing with her intimately on the dance floor. It seems your humble Author was indeed correct⸺Mister Gojo has entered the marriage market. However, the exclusivity he has adopted may not deter the determined maidens he seeks to avoid, for the Ambitious Mamas will no doubt perceive his selectiveness as a challenge to be overcome. 

One cannot help but wonder if an announcement of particular interest will be made at the upcoming Gojo country house party. Although your Author has not yet laid eyes upon the guest list for the Duchess Gojo’s anticipated gathering, reliable sources suggest that nearly every eligible young lady of marriageable age will be journeying to Kent next week. The country house party is known to be a perilous affair. Married individuals often find themselves enjoying the company of someone other than their spouse, while the unwed frequently return to town betrothed with surprising haste.

Indeed, the most unexpected engagements often follow closely on the heels of such rustic diversions.

⸻ LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS

Satoru had no intention of squandering his time this season⸺or at any time, for that matter.

The notion of love matches held little appeal to him, despite witnessing such a union firsthand in his own parents. Make no mistake, the Duke and Duchess Gojo enjoyed a happy marriage, and Satoru held both his father and mother in the highest regard. Yet, he was perfectly content on his own.

Being one of the strongest bachelors⸺both intellectually and physically⸺has been Satoru’s destiny. Ever since his ancestors had been blessed by the royal family with the dukedom, the Gojo family had made its goal to be the most powerful nobility and the closest to the royal family. (Which is still maintained in the status quo, because the Queen dotes on Satoru, inviting him for tea every fortnight. The Queen lavished him with overly sweet biscuits, and in return, Satoru provided her with the latest gossip from court). 

But this responsibility doesn’t get fulfilled without independence; one had to accept the solitary truth that to be truly great was to remain unswayed by the fleeting pleasures of the world⸺love included.

Satoru had little time or interest for the other vices that tempted men of his station, such as lust. Contrary to the whispers circulating among the ton, Satoru had never indulged in the life of a rake or frequented brothels as many of his acquaintances did. Really, the allegations were, in truth, merely just a byproduct of his appearance and demeanor; with a young man with the stature, face, and eligibility of Satoru, the public would immediately like to slap on the label of “rake” due to his arrogant personality. Moreover, any encounters he had witnessed between men and women⸺whether dropping his friends off at brothels in his carriage after an evening at the gentleman’s club or overhearing flirtations at parties⸺struck him as shallow and an utter waste of time, especially when he was already a week behind on the ledgers and other official matters his father had entrusted to him. (He did have one indulgence, however: a weakness for gluttony, with an array of sweet confections as his loyal companions during long, sleepless nights.)

Marriage was an even greater burden. The thought of being accountable for a wife, and eventually children, seemed like a daunting task to Satoru. With sleepless nights spent on covering just a fraction of the business his father must do as a duke, Satoru was tired. He was exhausted⸺exhausted from the weight of responsibility, from striving to meet his father’s expectations, from seeking the Queen’s approval, from worrying over what Whistledown might print about him, and from the gossip of the businessmen with whom the Gojo family dealt. 

And yet, despite this weariness, Satoru was gripped by an insatiable obsession with perfection, an obsession that only deepened his fatigue. He craved approval, power, and the flawless execution of his duties⸺desires that gnawed at him even as they threatened to consume him.

Which is exactly why he needed a perfect wife. A wife that was capable, could handle bothersome people⸺which he was steadily losing the patience to deal with⸺and a reliable companion. Someone that would reduce his stress, not add to it. 

Satoru had spent all day lurking in the shadows as best as he could; being the most eligible bachelor did mean that brothers and sisters were coming up to him, singing praises of their debutante in an effort to capture his interest. But Satoru knew all too well that the loudest families often had the most to compensate for.

As ladies in white paraded before the crowd, many buckling under the weight of judgment and attention, Satoru prowled like a jungle cat, staying hidden in the throng, biding his time, and waiting for the right moment to strike.

What he noticed first about you was your way of carrying yourself. Even Auntie⸺the Queen⸺who, after seeing countless of girls today, had been incredibly bored, dragged her eyes over you in slightly more interest than she did for others. The moment you stepped through those grand doors into the court, it was evident to everyone that your stride was that of someone who understood her role and position in life⸺a confidence that set you apart from the other debutantes. Satoru’s eyes raked over you, observing you as your chest rose slightly as you took a breath in. 

And then you smiled.

Satoru's eyes widened, just imperceptibly, as he watched your expression as you made your way to the Queen. He made sure to shake his expression off to a more nonchalant one as he watched your form walk. Lesser men than Satoru would die for your smile. Men, out of all traits a woman could possess, cherished a pretty visage the most. Yet, what your smile conveyed went beyond mere beauty; it embodied innocence and the qualities most esteemed in a demure bride (which Satoru knew was just all a show, but it was indeed indicative of your skill to put up appearances, hence deeming you a reliable companion).

The corner of the young man's mouth rose.  When the Queen declared you the diamond of the season, Satoru knew he had found his quarry.

When the ball came, Satoru acted similarly: observing from behind, staying in conversation with his friends and other noble men that did business with the Gojo family as he prowled the ballroom, waiting for the right moment to ask you for your hand. And then Naoya came in when you were finally alone, away from all the incompetent men that dared to think they had a chance to court you, and Satoru almost laughed snarkily at how easy it all was. 

Approaching you, saving you from Naoya⸺it was all a perfect construction of his. Dancing, he noticed your steps were carried out with a practiced perfection and grace, and your responses to his questions displayed a respectable level of intellect. He could tell your responses were practiced and simple, your constitution and demeanor a result of much effort into presenting yourself as best as you could. But what does it matter, when you do it so perfectly?

Maybe it was a bit naive of him, but you seemed to glow when conversing with him. It amused him, as he kept watching your pretty eyes as you kept smiling while he kept throwing difficult questions at you. It was all expected, however. Satoru knew he was blessed with the brilliant blue Gojo eyes and eccentric fair, white hair; he was the most eligible bachelor for not only wealth and power but reproductive capabilities and opportunities as well. Which lady wouldn’t want to be mother to his cute and beautiful blue-eyed babies?

After witnessing such mediocre men who paled in comparison to Satoru, surely you must be smitten. Gojo could see right through you: you, the diamond, have been looking for a man as meritorious as you, and you had found it in Satoru. 

So why were you acting this way?

When you wake up in the morning and get ready for suitors, it is as you expected; there are multiple carriages outside your doorstep, and there is a line from the drawing room, extending all the way down the stairs. When Choso stumbles into the drawing room, where you and your mother are enjoying tea, he is clearly unhappy at the selection of men waiting to be let in to call upon you. 

“This is absurd!” Choso’s hands raked over his hair in an effort to process the scene he had just witnessed. “Why do I see Naoya waiting outside?”

Your nose crinkled in distaste. “Well, dear brother, I certainly cannot control which suitors call upon me. He must’ve enjoyed our conversation yesterday. The enjoyment, however, is one sided.”

Choso’s eyes widened comically. “You had a conversation with him yesterday?” He then turned to your mother accusingly, who was reading a Whistledown while sipping on her tea innocuously. “This would not have happened if I was there, Mother. This is your fault.”

Your mother continued drinking her tea nonchalantly, waiting for a few beats to grace him with a response. “I prefer this, my son, to no visitors out there because our dear Lord Itadori scared all the bachelors away with his pickiness.” Then, her eyes flashed. “And don’t give me that tone.”

You snickered behind your palm as Choso visibly deflated.

 “Kuna! Get back here!”

Pitter patters of small paws started to get closer and closer, as heavy footsteps followed it. Yuji and the family corgi, Sukuna Jr., burst into the room. Eyeing the biscuit in your hand, Kuna made his way directly to you, panting at your feet. A pet given affectionately by your-not-so-affectionate older brother, Sukuna, when he left for his year long trip around Europe, Kuna was the cutest little puppy. You and Yuji loved to spoil him, clearly shown as Yuji patted him while breathing heavily. You cooed as Kuna licked your fingers while inhaling the biscuit you had presented him. 

“Well,” your mother stood up, having finished her tea, and began ushering in the maids to clear the table. “It seems our morning will be quite busy. You’d best be prepared for a long day, my dear.”

Choso was still grumbling as he took a seat across from you, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the long line of suitors outside. “I’m keeping an eye on that Naoya fellow. If he so much as looks at you the wrong way…”

You raised an eyebrow at your brother’s protectiveness, feeling both amused and touched. “Choso, I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself. Besides, with Kuna here, I doubt any of these gentlemen will get too close without proper approval.”

As if understanding the conversation, Sukuna Jr. barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging as he looked up at you with bright, expectant eyes. You smiled and scratched behind his ears, watching as his tiny body wriggled with joy.

Yuji, still catching his breath from the chase, flopped onto the chair beside you, shooting a grin at Choso. “Come on, big brother, give her a break. It’s not every day our sister gets declared the diamond of the season. Let her enjoy it.”

Choso crossed his arms, still unconvinced. “I’m just saying, if any of these men don’t meet my standards⸺”

“Your standards?” you interrupted with a teasing lilt. “Choso, I’d never find a husband if I had to meet your impossible standards. Besides, you should be more concerned about finding someone yourself.”

Choso’s cheeks tinted with a slight blush, but make no mistake; he was hot with anger, ready to make a snarky retort. Your mother, who had been overseeing the maids, turned her attention back to the conversation with a soft smile.

“Your sister is right, Choso. It’s her time to shine, and as her family, we should support her, not make things more difficult.” She gave him a pointed look before turning to you with a gentler expression, and he backed down as he always does for your mother. “Now, my dear, are you ready to begin receiving your guests?”

You took a deep breath, nodding as you steeled yourself for the hours of polite conversation and careful navigation of the social battlefield ahead. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good,” your mother said, her voice laced with both pride and encouragement. “Remember, you are the diamond of the season. There isn’t a man out there who wouldn’t be lucky to have you.”

You offered a weak smile. “Let’s get this over with.”

As you walked toward the sofa where you would be talking with suitors, Kuna trotted alongside you, his presence a comforting reminder.With Yuji and Choso trailing behind, and your mother leading the way to open the door, you braced yourself for the onslaught of admirers waiting beyond the door.

But as you straighten your posture, in anticipation to greet the first suitor, you couldn't help but glance down at Kuna, who stared up at you with wide, curious eyes. You chuckled softly.

“Well, Kuna,” you whispered, “let’s see who passes your test today.”

Gojo’s gaze wandered down to Sukuna Jr. in your lap as you stroked his fur, and he gave you a saccharine⸺yet strained⸺smile. “Must this dog bear witness to our conversation? 

As if sensing Gojo’s unfriendliness, Kuna started growling, and you could feel the rumble deep in his stomach. You met Gojo’s sweet smile with one of your own. “Yes.”

Gojo blinked, and the smile on his face faltered. You noticed that this was one of the first time Gojo’s ever expressed an emotion outside of smugness, and you count this as your personal win.

“Well,” he hesitated, and then a smile was on his face as if that stumble didn’t happen. “You look wonderful this morning, Miss Itadori.”

Your eyes flashed at his audacity to talk behind your back and try to fool you with flattery. “On the contrary, I think I look rather simple.”

Gojo, none the wiser as to what you were referring to, waved his hands. “Nonsense.”

Before you could respond, Kuna let out a low, rumbling growl, his sharp eyes fixed on Gojo. The sound was subtle, but in the quiet of the morning, it was unmistakable. Gojo’s gaze flickered down to the small dog, and his smile tightened ever so slightly.

You gently scratched behind Kuna’s ears, calming him, though his gaze never left Gojo. “I apologize on behalf of my dear Kuna,” you said, your voice light but nonetheless pointed. “He tends to be wary of many, particularly those he believes to be with ulterior motives.”

Gojo nodded, unfazed, and looked down at the dog in question. Upon eye contact, all your efforts to calm Kuna went to naught as the dog stood up, tense and teeth almost bared fully, to stare back at Gojo defiantly. Gojo, to his credit, was starting to be a little wary and was giving the pup an impassive stare. 

“You know, I have an affinity for dogs. There are many pups that I have spent my entire childhood with.” He offered a chuckle and moved his hand to pet Kuna. “Dogs do have a way of sensing things, don’t they?” That was clearly the wrong decision because the dog’s growl grew louder, and suddenly, he snapped at Gojo’s hand. Before Kuna could sink his teeth into Gojo’s hand, however, Gojo smoothly withdrew it out of his reach. 

“Protective, isn’t he?” Gojo laughed, but his stare towards Kuna was veering more and more into a glare. He tried to disguise his irritation by suavely adding, “Admirable. I’m glad he has protected my lady so well.” Gojo then grabbed your hand to give you a small kiss on the back of it while keeping eye contact. You had to divert your eyes elsewhere to avoid coloring your cheeks; while you knew this was just another one of Gojo’s pretenses to charm you, you were still fazed by it. 

You cleared your throat and tried to uphold the conversation. After all, it would be outright rude to keep throwing thinly veiled insults his way when there were others in your company; he also had the potential to spread further malicious rumors about you if you showed attitude. You mustered up a fake smile, and offered, “He was a gift to me and Yuji offered by my older brother, Sukuna, when he went traveling,” you offered. 

“Is that the brother you hoped to follow to Europe?”

You blinked and faltered. You didn’t expect him to remember that tidbit from your conversation at the ball last night. While most of the preferences you had asserted were artificial⸺supplemented to you by your tutor, who had drilled what fake preferences of yours would woo men⸺you truly did gain enthusiasm for the languages because you hoped to prove your helpfulness to Sukuna in an effort to run away from your inevitable debut. At the time, you were rebelling against anything your mama said, avoiding anything  associated with being paraded around like an animal, put on display for men. “Yes,” you said slowly, “Yes, it is.” 

Gojo smiled, this time a little more genuine at the fact it was his first time receiving an authentic response from you this morning, rather than something covered with a fake smile. Just as he leaned in slightly, probably preparing to make another smooth remark, Kuna, who had been shifting in your lap, suddenly stilled, his face buried in your lap and tail facing Gojo. For a moment, you thought he might be settling down.

And then it happened.

The largest fart ripped through the room out of Kuna’s arse, which was pointed directly in Gojo’s face. While you were not a scholar studying physics, you were aware that the air dynamics did not do Gojo any favors in preventing the smell from hitting him direct-on. Gojo’s eyes widened in surprise, and his suave expression faltered entirely as the smell quickly followed, filling the air around you both.

You could feel the heat rushing to your face in your effort not to laugh out loud. Trying to keep your composure, you gently patted Kuna’s belly, who was now face up, tongue lolling out in bliss. “Oh, dear,” you muttered, your voice strained with the effort to suppress a laugh.

Gojo, for once, was at a loss for words. His eyes were tearing up, probably at the smell; whenever you and Yuji spoiled Kuna with those biscuits, he dropped nasty-smelling dungs, and you knew Gojo wasn’t spared at all. The arrogant bachelor, who always seemed to have a witty response ready, was now at a loss of words as he weakly gazed upon the weak little poot! poot!s that escaped Kuna as you continued patting his stomach in an effort to relieve your pup’s digestive system.

At Gojo’s expression, you had to take quiet, deep breaths in an effort to rein in the cackles that were threatening to overcome you. You resorted to covering your mouth as you strained, “As you can see, my Kuna is quite expressive, and he seemed quite eager to show you that.”

He offered you a strained smile. “He does indeed generate quite a bit of wind.” At that, you could no longer hold back. Genuine laughter wracked through your figure, hurting your ribs as you tried to quell it with a hand to the mouth, but no avail. Your muffled laughter was still loud, and when the giggles subsided, you wiped your tears and threw an apologetic look at Gojo, preparing to express your regret. 

But you stopped at the sheer wonder he contained in his face as his gaze fixated on your lips, which were drawn back in the ghost of the smile you had while laughing riotously. Without allowing you much time to dwell on it, he stood up and dipped his head in a little bow. “Well, I have been taking quite a bit of your time, Miss Itadori. I better let other suitors have their chance.” He kissed the back of your hand. “I hope to see you at the horse race tomorrow.”

“Likewise.” You couldn’t help but spy some red coloring Gojo’s alabaster cheeks as he made his way to the exit. As you greeted the next suitor, the imprint of a certain man’s lips continued to tingle on your hands. 

“I told you he was a rake,” Nobara muttered as she scrubbed your arm with an intensity that matched her outrage. After hearing what Gojo had said about you, she was livid. Unfortunately, your skin was bearing the brunt of her frustration.

“Well,” you mused, trying to distract her, “what rumors have you heard that make you think that?”

“Momo told me a few months ago⸺” Nobara paused, her hands hovering over the various bottles on the counter. “Which scent would you prefer for your hair?”

“Sandalwood,” you replied.

Nobara nodded and poured some of the rich liquid into her hands before massaging it into your scalp. You closed your eyes, feeling the tension from the day's exhausting and dull conversations slowly melt away under her skillful fingers. “Momo mentioned that he’s often out late at night, which seems suspicious. But now that I think about it, Momo isn’t the most reliable source,” Nobara added, her tone shifting to one of skepticism.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”

“There’s talk that she attempted to lure another maid’s husband into an affair,” Nobara replied, her hands now working the shampoo through your hair with a practiced ease. “She even tried to gain access to his quarters.”

You gasped. “How scandalous!”

“I know,” Nobara said, her hands now massaging the back of your neck with a gentler touch. “So, who knows how much truth there is to her gossip. But still, Gojo’s behavior is less than honorable, don’t you think?”

You sighed, gazing up at the ceiling with a mix of frustration and resignation. “He was gossiping about me with other men, calling me all sorts of horrible things⸺‘simple,’ of all things. And yet, he has the audacity to want to call upon me?”

“You know,” Nobara mused as she continued her task, “He sounds the exact opposite of what some of your books would imply.”

You hummed in agreement, recalling the radical works you kept hidden beneath your bed. Your mother would be appalled if she ever discovered them, but you often sought solace in political writings that challenged the rigid expectations of society. “I know. And that is precisely why I have no intention of encouraging his attention this season—at least, not before I ensure his complete and utter humiliation.”

“But do take care. His connections to the Queen are quite strong.”

You drew back from Nobara's hands, much to her chagrin. She gave you a glare while you exclaimed, "What?"

“Surely you’re aware that the Gojo dukedom is among the closest to the royal family?”

You fervently hoped your mother hadn’t caught wind of Gojo's status. Yet, the way she had been observing you⸺subtly scrutinizing you in the drawing room while feigning interest in a suitor awaiting his turn⸺suggested otherwise. She had certainly noticed Gojo's growing interest, and the thought of her getting involved, fixating on a match with him, filled you with dread. Drawing your hands over your face, you moaned, the very notion of her scheming to pair you with Gojo weighing heavily on your mind.

“But that should hardly be a concern if you’ve begun to distance yourself from him, correct? You have been creating some distance, haven’t you?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and Nobara, ever quick to discern your hesitation, gasped in exasperation. “You cannot seriously be considering giving this gentleman any encouragement, can you?”

"No, no, it’s not that,” you replied, massaging your temples in frustration. “It’s just that my mother is probably ecstatic at the prospect of securing a match between me and Gojo.”

“But surely, if she knew the things he’s been saying behind your back, she would understand.”

You tried to open your mouth to respond, but it felt as if your throat had closed up. Would she really? A match with Gojo would mean elevated status for the Itadori family⸺a duchess for a daughter. What worth is there in being the diamond of the season if not to secure the most advantageous match? The very thought made your chest tighten with the suffocating realization that your mother might very well advocate for the union, despite Gojo’s duplicity.

“I⸺” you swallowed. “I’m not sure.” Before Nobara could interrupt, you stood up and reached for your robe. 

Nobara's brow furrowed as she watched you stand up. "Where do you think you're going? You’re not done with your bath, and your hair is still full of suds!" She reached out to stop you, her hands hovering as though unsure whether to pull you back into the tub or grab the robe you were now clutching.

You forced a small, tired smile, grateful for the distraction. “I need just a moment. The water's gone cold, anyway.”

“Oh, nonsense! You’ll catch a chill if you get out now. Sit back down,” Nobara insisted, her protest tinged with genuine concern. She placed a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you back toward the warm water.

With a reluctant sigh, you allowed yourself to be coaxed back into the tub. The momentary reprieve from the conversation was a relief, and you welcomed Nobara’s determined focus on completing your bath. She picked up a sponge, her earlier frustration melting into concentration as she scrubbed your back.

“Well, we can discuss that scheming rake later,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. “For now, let’s get you properly cleaned up before your mother comes looking for you. She’d never forgive me if I let you appear anything less than perfect.”

You nodded with a lump in your throat, grateful for the change in topic, even if only temporary. The soothing rhythm of Nobara's hands working through your hair, the warmth of the bathwater, and the familiar, comforting routine helped ease the tightness in your chest. For now, the troubling thoughts of Gojo and your mother's ambitions could be set aside.

“Now, hold still,” Nobara said, her tone softening as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair. “We’ll have you looking radiant again in no time.”

The conversation was left unfinished, hanging in the air like a question that neither of you was quite ready to answer. But for now, the silence was a welcome refuge.

"Do you have any notion of how impossible it is to charm a lady when there is a pup expelling such foul air right beneath your nose?" Satoru lamented, leaning back in his chair and raking a hand through his tousled hair. The trio gathered at the table presented a rather unusual sight: Satoru, visibly discomposed; Nanami, calmly sipping his drink as ever; and Suguru, nearly doubled over in laughter at his friend’s misfortune.

“Would you please⸺SMACK⸺cease your laughing?!” Satoru glared at Suguru, who seemed to be of no hope, now with tears in his eyes as he clutched his stomach and the back of his head, which Satoru had just hit. 

“Truly, your vanity⸺haaah⸺your vanity was in need of humbling,” Suguru managed between breaths, still snickering behind his palms. 

Satoru glowered, crossing his arms and staring daggers into his drink, as if his gaze alone could break the fine glass. “My pride had already suffered enough. She was positively frigid.”

Nanami hummed. “Perhaps she’s merely discerned your true nature.”

“It defies comprehension,” Gojo groaned, ignoring Kento’s statement. “What kind of lady disparages her own beauty as ‘simple’? I cannot fathom what has caused her such vexation. Only the night before, she was utterly taken with me!”

Suguru⸺who had now calmed down⸺was in the midst of wiping his tears when he suddenly stopped. “You don’t suppose it had anything to do with your careless words, do you?”

Kento eyed the pair in front of him with an accusatory side eye. “And what precisely did you say?”

 “Satoru, in his usual fashion, could not contain his tongue. Out on the terrace, with the garden as witness, he spoke rather unkindly, referring to the diamond as ‘simple and dull.’”

“Nonsense,” Satoru waved his hands, dismissing the idea. “The lady would never wander the gardens at such an hour in the night unchaperoned.”

“I suggest you reconsider.” Kento gave him a stern look and continued, “I happened upon her last night, emerging from the gardens, and she appeared rather disheveled.” 

This revelation gave Satoru pause, but if there was one thing certain about Satoru Gojo, it was this: his arrogance was such that he could scarcely fathom anyone, least of all a lady, finding his charm anything but irresistible⸺even if that very lady had overheard him uttering defamatory remarks about her. And this lady was one he could not let go of, unless he wanted to wave good-bye to his future.

“I am confident all will be well,” Gojo exhaled, his lips curving into a Cheshire smile. “Even if she did overhear, surely a few well-chosen sweet words will surely set matters right.”

(He was most grievously mistaken.)

“How many of those biscuits do you suppose we could finish?” Yuji was eyeing the biscuits from his seat next to you in the pavilion where you and your family were sitting. Out promenading with the other families of the ton, it was a scenic and beautiful day for you to mingle with even more suitors. The joy!

“Certainly less than me,” you remarked, sipping on your tea smugly. By the irritated pout on his face, you knew you were successful at getting a rise out of your younger brother. Knowing your mother wasn’t in sight, you quickly darted for the jam-filled biscuits, and your brother quickly followed in tow; soon, you were both stuffing your faces silly with the sugary treats.

“You two are incorrigible,” Choso scrunched his nose from where he sat across from you, arms crossed. “There’s no need to inhale those biscuits. What if someone sees?”

Yuji stuck out his tongue⸺now adorned with biscuit crumbs⸺and continued gorging, while you snickered at your younger brother’s pettiness.

“Miss Itadori.”

You began coughing wildly, caught off guard, and hastily straightened your posture to greet your guest. You turned to see Lord Ino, who offered you a slight nod before acknowledging your brothers. “Lord Itadori. Mister Itadori.”

“Lord Ino, nice to meet you on such a fine day.” You try to put a smile on your face as best as you can, even though you were caught off guard. “How do you find today’s weather?” 

Takuma grabs the back of your hand to kiss it. “I find it wonderful for the prospect of promenading. Do you care to do so with me?”

“Of course,” You stand up and link your elbows with Takuma’s.

“We’ll be thirty paces behind you, sister.” You both turned to look at Choso, who was giving Lord Ino his inevitable protective glare. Given Ino’s acceptable station, Choso hadn’t immediately protested, unlike the many suitors he had chased out of your manor the day before. He grabbed Yuji by the elbow, who, with cheeks comically inflated like a chipmunk hoarding acorns, was promptly dragged away. “Yuji, get up.” The last you saw of your brothers was Yuji’s futile protests, his mouth too full to be coherent⸺inevitably sending some crumbs flying onto Choso⸺and Choso swatting him for it.

As you began your walk with Lord Ino, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming horse race. “Are you looking forward to the race this afternoon?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“I am,” the lord replied. “And you?”

“Very much so,” you said, a hint of excitement in your voice. “I have a feeling that the less popular horse⸺Blaze, was it?⸺might surprise everyone. The conditions seem just right for an underdog victory; the track is soft and warm, which would favor Blaze’s build.”

Lord Ino glanced at you with a polite but unconvinced smile. “But Thunder has higher odds and more bets. It’s as simple as that.”

You couldn’t help but bristle at the word “simple,” a word that had recently come to grate on your nerves. You pressed on, though, determined to keep the conversation pleasant. “I suppose there’s some truth to that, but sometimes there’s more to a race than just the odds and popularity.”

Ino chuckled softly. “Well, a good mentor and friend of mine⸺Duke Nanami⸺agrees with the odds, and His Grace is someone I deeply respect. I tend to follow his lead⸺the duke has a way of teaching lessons without hindering one’s growth.”

Before you could respond, the sound of a trumpet blared in the distance, signaling the start of the race. You looked at him, giving him a courteous nod, gesturing in the general direction Choso and Yuji were supposed to be in. “It seems the race is about to begin. I must rejoin my family.”

You curtsied as he bowed, and you watched as he walked away, leaving you momentarily alone. You took a deep breath, trying to dispel the lingering irritation from the conversation. Just as you began looking for your family, you felt a presence approaching.

You turned to find Lady Mei Mei and her entourage closing in. Their expressions were a study in artful contempt, laced with curiosity and barely concealed amusement. The atmosphere between you was thick with unspoken competition, each woman silently gauging the other’s position on the social ladder. 

“Miss Itadori, what a nice surprise!” Lady Mei Mei remarked, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “It appears you are alone and unchaperoned in a garden yet again! At least, according to what the rumors say. Was it part of yet another one of your charming ploys to get what you want?"

You met her gaze with cool composure, not giving her the satisfaction of a visible reaction. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

Lady Mei Mei tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if appraising a particularly interesting specimen. "Really?" she mused, drawing out the word as though savoring it. "It’s just that Lord Gojo hasn’t spoken with you all day. Even if Whistledown commended you in the last issue, I wouldn’t expect his interest to linger." The two ladies flanking her⸺unremarkable save for their sycophantic attachment to Mei Mei⸺giggled behind their fans, as though she had delivered a crushing blow.

You allowed yourself a small, almost imperceptible smile, one that didn’t reach your eyes. "So I’m assuming he called upon you?" you questioned sweetly, your voice laced with feigned politeness.

For a fleeting moment, Lady Mei Mei’s carefully curated composure slipped, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing her face before she regained control. She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper meant for you alone. “None of the suitors will be interested in you any longer. The Queen may have mistakenly proclaimed you the diamond, but a pretty face, empty smiles, and hollow words can only last so long.”

“Whatever would be most convenient for you to believe.” Her words were empty and her threats dull, but you couldn’t help but let it compound on the irritation you had experienced today. But you knew better than to let your tongue loose; you were quite impulsive when you had started, and you didn’t want to start any scandal anytime soon. Instead, you held your ground, trying to maintain your composure (outwardly, at least) as Lady Mei Mei and her entourage turned to leave, their laughter echoing in your ears. 

You tried to implement a few things your tutor had ingrained in you: taking deep breaths and setting your posture correctly. However, as you stood there, collecting yourself, the last thing you needed seemed to manifest before you: Satoru Gojo.

His tall figure approached you with that familiar, self-assured stride, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, Miss Itadori," he greeted, a sly smile playing on his lips. You were already irritated, and it took all your will-power to stifle a groan. 

"I couldn’t help but notice you were conversing with Lord Ino," he remarked casually.

Give him a smile. "Indeed, we were enjoying a promenade. It is, after all, what young ladies and their suitors are expected to do."

“Quite the choice in company!”

KEEP up the smile.  "He is a nobleman, and I am of noble descent. I fail to see your point, Mr. Gojo." 

Gojo’s smile was quick and cutting. “Oh, I’ve no particular quarrel with Lord Ino. It’s simply that he’s hardly the sort I’d expect to see on your arm. After all, he’s practically Nanami’s lapdog.”

You felt the familiar irritation rising within you⸺and you were fighting for your life trying to keep a smile on your face⸺but you kept your tone measured. "And what, pray tell, are you implying by that, Mr. Gojo?"

"It’s quite simple, really⸺" 

But your patience, already worn thin, snapped at that word.

"My good sir, do you not think it rather dishonorable to speak ill of others behind their backs?" Gojo began to respond, but you cut him off. "It’s curious how quickly opinions can change, is it not? Just the other evening, you seemed to hold me in rather low regard. Tell me, do you often dismiss people as ‘simple’ when they fail to meet any of the lofty expectations you have set? Or do you perhaps truly believe yourself to be at a station higher than others?"

Gojo stiffened, the smile slipping from his face as your words hit their mark. Before he could respond, Choso appeared at your side, his protective presence a welcome relief.

“Is there any problem, sister?” Choso asked, his tone polite yet firm as he glanced at Satoru, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Gojo’s gaze flicked to Choso, his irritation clear as he opened his mouth to make a cutting remark, and you couldn’t thank the gods enough for Choso’s mother hen tendencies. But the words faltered when he recognized who had interrupted. For a brief moment, surprise flashed in his eyes before he masked it with a tight-lipped smile.

You seized the moment, turning to Satoru with a sweet smile. “I think our time is up, Mister Gojo,” you said, your voice laced with venom.

Satoru hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding curtly, his expression unreadable. “Of course. Until next time, Miss Itadori.”

With that, he stepped back, allowing you and Choso to walk away toward where people were gathering for the race. As you moved through the crowd, you could feel Satoru’s gaze lingering on you, but you didn’t look back.

“That horse appears rather stout, does it not?” Yuji squinted against the blazing sun as he observed the horses from his seat beside you in the grandstand. “Why has it garnered so many bets?”

Choso, seated protectively on your other side, kept a steady arm linked with yours. His presence was reassuring, though your irritation was directed at the figure seated just below you. Satoru Gojo, to your endless chagrin, was sitting with Lady Mei Mei, who had all but forced her way into the seat beside him. Though he tried to appear indifferent, his signature flirty remarks flowing with ease, you noticed the subtle signs of irritation crossing his face. Whether it stemmed from Lady Mei Mei's advances or from your earlier exchange, you couldn't be sure. You refused to meet his gaze, though you could feel his eyes on you intermittently as the crowd waited for the race to begin.

“Men can be quite foolish at times,” you remarked hotly, your voice carrying just enough to be overheard. “Some people value the superficial and materialistic over true substance, much like they do with horses. Blaze, for instance, has the qualities that truly matter.”

You could almost feel Gojo’s gaze intensify, and despite yourself, you glanced in his direction. Lady Mei Mei, ever the actress, feigned a stumble, exclaiming with a coy smile, “These crowds are rather rough on a lady!”

You scoffed inwardly at her transparent attempt to press her bosom against Gojo’s arm.

“Oh my,” Gojo drawled, his voice oozing concern. “We can’t have that, can we?” Ever the gallant gentleman, he interlaced his arm with hers. “Here, for extra protection. I wouldn’t want a pretty lady shedding tears beside me.”

Mei Mei’s smirk was as satisfied as a serpent after a meal, and she batted her eyelashes coquettishly. “If I were to cry, would you console me?”

“Of course,” Gojo replied smoothly. “Though I might find myself crying should my horse lose. The bets I’ve placed are rather substantial.”

A flirtatious giggle escaped Mei Mei’s lips. “Then I shall cheer with all my might, so you needn’t suffer any losses, my lord.”

You were perilously close to tearing your hair out.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, my lady,” Gojo said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it with exaggerated flourish. “But rest assured, I am quite confident of a victory today. Thunder is swift and cunning, far superior to that... other horse. It’s simple, really—Thunder will win.”

Your composure cracked. “Yuji,” you called, your voice sharp. Your brother, who had been lost in thought, snapped to attention. “Despite the other horse’s popularity, Blaze possesses the one quality universal to all champions: speed and diligence. The track conditions are in its favor.”

Yuji, caught off guard, blinked in confusion. “Yes, of course, sister,” he mumbled, clearly unsure of why you were addressing him.

“And anyone who thinks otherwise,” you continued, raising your voice slightly, “is bound to lose their money. Sorely and simply.”

Gojo matched your tone, his voice ringing out. “But of course, it’s all in good fun. There’s no need for hostility over a sport, is there? Both horses are fine contenders, though I remain convinced Thunder shall emerge victorious.”

Mei Mei tittered, parroting his sentiments, but you could hardly see straight for the anger coursing through you. Unable to hold back, you retorted, “However, it is, after all, still a race. And Blaze will win.”

By now, your exchange had drawn the attention of those around you, including your brothers. Choso and Yuji exchanged puzzled glances before Yuji asked weakly, “Are you still talking to us, sister?” Meanwhile, Choso’s protective instincts flared, his gaze darting suspiciously between you and Gojo.

Before you could reply, the horses lined up at the starting gate, and the crowd collectively rose to their feet, including Gojo. “Steady now, Thunder!” he called out, his voice brimming with confidence.

Not to be outdone, you shouted, “Come on, Blaze!”

The bell rang, and the horses surged forward, the crowd erupting in cheers. Blaze and Thunder quickly pulled ahead, the two horses locked in a fierce battle for the lead. Thunder was currently ahead, its sleek form cutting through the track with precision.

“Steady, Thunder! Keep the lead!” Gojo’s voice was full of excitement, urging his horse onward.

Your heart raced with frustration as Blaze lagged slightly behind. “You can do this, Blaze!” you urged, your voice rising above the din. Without thinking, you began whistling sharply, drawing alarmed looks from your brothers. The stares from the crowd meant nothing to you as you focused solely on the race.

Blaze, as if responding to your encouragement, began to accelerate, its powerful strides eating up the ground between it and Thunder. You noticed Thunder’s pace faltering, fatigue setting in, while Blaze surged ahead, pulling into the lead with a quarter of the race remaining.

Now it was Gojo’s turn to whistle, his voice tinged with desperation. “Straight to the finish line, Thunder! Don’t let up!”

But Blaze only widened the gap, its momentum carrying it farther ahead. You couldn’t contain your laughter, a joyous sound that bubbled up from within as Blaze crossed the finish line first, with Thunder trailing behind.

“Goddamn it,” Gojo cursed under his breath, his frustration palpable. You clapped your hands in delight, your laughter ringing out.

With deliberate grace, you placed your hands on your hips and turned to Gojo, flashing him a triumphant smile. “I’m so glad the ‘simple’ horse won,” you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “It seems I’ve finally bested a duke.”

Gojo’s blue eyes bore into you, their intensity searing, but you met his glare with a boisterous laugh, savoring the victory as the crowd’s cheers and claps echoed around you. Until it was only the two of you, staring each other down.

Gojo ⸺ 0, you ⸺ 1.

Now, Duchess Gojo had always had a penchant for gossip, no one escaping her eye and observation. Of course, it was now the Whistledown era, for the unknown author could observe far more than the high-profile duchess, who was the receiver of much praise and attention due to her son’s eligibility. But this eligibility had only been achieved because of her ability to direct the tide based on her reconnaissance, and in all her years, no could match her sass and direction. Except one. 

"You know, Lady Itadori," the Duchess remarked, her tone laced with feigned pensiveness, "the Gojo manor in the countryside has been dreadfully quiet, and, if I may say, it has been quite some time since we last enjoyed a proper tête-à-tête.”

The two ladies stood together near the stands, choosing a more secluded spot from which to observe the horse race. Lady Itadori, her closest confidante, met the Duchess’s gaze with a gleam in her eye. "Indeed, I must agree."

For a moment, the two women stood in silence, their eyes surveying the scene before them. From the ladies flirting shamelessly to the gentlemen scrambling for the favor of the season’s debutantes, they were like spectators at a grand circus. Yet, their attention was drawn to a particular act.

Raising her fan to her lips, Lady Itadori whispered conspiratorially to the Duchess, "I might add, my diamond has been spending a considerable amount of time in your son’s company."

The Duchess met her friend’s eyes and laughed lightly. "How many days do you wager it will take in the manor?"

Lady Itadori, now fully smirking, gave a delicate shrug. "It took you and the Duke but four days."

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