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A clever line of dialogue can seem completely innocent at first but gains significance as the story progresses. This is a great way to slip in foreshadowing without slowing down the plot. However, avoid making the line too cryptic or obviously prophetic.
Example: In "Breaking Bad", thereâs a moment when Hank (a DEA agent) jokes about Walt (the protagonist) secretly being a drug kingpin. Itâs played off as a joke at the time, but later, when Hank finds out Walt *is* the drug kingpin, the line takes on a whole new meaning. The beauty of this kind of foreshadowing is that it seems like casual banterâuntil itâs not.In your story, a character could casually say, âIâve always been terrible at keeping secrets,â early on. Later, this foreshadows a moment when they accidentally reveal something crucial or betray someone without meaning to.
Misdirection and Red Herrings
Sometimes, foreshadowing works best when paired with misdirection. You plant hints that could point to several outcomes, but the reader only realizes which one was true in hindsight. This keeps them guessing and makes the actual reveal more satisfying. You could use misdirection by making readers think one character is going to betray the protagonist (through small suspicious actions) but later reveal that itâs actually another character who has been betraying them all along, and the first character was innocent.
Dreams and Visions
If youâre writing a genre that allows for itâlike fantasy, sci-fi, or even psychological thrillersâforeshadowing can come through dreams, visions, or hallucinations. These can be vague and symbolic or eerily accurate, but they should always leave readers wondering whether theyâre really seeing the future or just imagining things.
Example: In "The Hunger Games", Katniss has a recurring image of Rue dying that foreshadows Rueâs eventual fate. Itâs presented as a fear at first, but it becomes a heartbreaking reality. The dream sets up the readerâs emotional reaction to Rueâs death before it happens.
I'm about to finish right now, don't lose focus. These are some final things you want to be careful of...
Repeat Without Overdoing It: A symbol or piece of dialogue can appear more than once, but avoid hammering it into your readerâs head.
Use Different Methods: Mix it upâforeshadow through symbols, dialogue, character actions, and even setting. This way, your story feels layered and engaging.
Balance: Too much foreshadowing can spoil the twist. Too little can leave readers confused. Find the sweet spot where readers feel satisfied when they finally connect the dots.
If you haven't read part 1, make sure to check it out here!
NSFW WARNING. This had been cooking in my files for a hot minute! Just wanted to appreciate the spindrift queen herself :3
A week has passed since you started teasing Eula. It was becoming one of your favorite games to play in public, all thanks to a romance novel you read. You were pulling all the stops â placing a little touch, a little grope there, and a whole lot of kissing. Yet, you always pulled back before things got too heated. Of course, much to the womanâs dismay.Â
It should be a crime to leave your girlfriend in such a flustered state, especially when sheâs swiftly pulled away on knightly duties moments later. You just couldn't help it though! Riling her up till her cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of red, seeing that sexually frustrated look in her eyes, all while sheâs demanding for you to behave. She looked so adorable trying to remain unaffected by your teasing.Â
She would always swear vengeance against you before you part ways. It was her signature sign of endearment after all and you didn't think she would actually go through with it.Â
Though, you were wrong. So, so wrong.Â
Now here you are, pressing yourself against Eula's side whining for her to touch you, please you. She had been on a mission in Dragonspine for a few days now and had just returned that afternoon â leaving you high and dry all that time. You had grown unsatisfied with your fingers, craving her own to massage your core and make you scream her name. Yet now, she was giving you the cold shoulder.
Eula pulls away from your embrace and saunder over to the chair at her desk. You trail after her and latched yourself to her arm â begs and whines quickly falling from your lips. This totally was unfair! Here you were throwing yourself at her feet and Eula wasnât even batting an eye. Your mouth opened to convince her again, yet only a yelp escaped in the end. Her hand had suddenly reached out to grab your chin and pull your face towards her. Any words instantly died in your throat.Â
Eulaâs icy glare made it clear she wasnât playing games, "Hmph! You've been difficult for days now and then you expect me to touch you? You must have forgotten who was in charge here."Â
You tried to defend your case - lips stuttering over words to explain that you were just copying something from a book. Unfortunately, your pleds fell on deaf ears.Â
"Itâs time I settle the score.â Eula tsked, crossing her arms, âFor your punishment, I want you to cum just from riding my thighs. Do that and I'll forgive you. Go on, be a good girl."
A shiver raced down your spine from her words, sending tingles throughout your body. This was unexpected but you definitely werenât complaining. You quickly got to work, wasting no time lifting up your skirt and straddling her thigh. You began rubbing your clothed pussy against her skin, biting your lip to stifle a soft moan from leaving your mouth. Eula's thighs had to be one of your favorite parts about her physically - strong, plush, and unbelievably soft. Thick thighs that were blessed by Lord Barbatos himself.Â
You continued rocking your hips, picking up the speed of humping her leg like a bitch in heat. The friction just felt too goddamn good. Your panties were already soaked from your juices and you both could feel that wet sensation. Eula was fully enjoying the show, watching you fall apart so easily. A smirk spreads wider on her lips as she encourages you to keep going, to fulfill your punishment like the good girl you are.
You moan loudly as your hips move even faster and harder. You hold Eula's thigh like a death grip as you feel the familiar warmth pool into your stomach. The movement got sloppier and sloppier as you chase after that feeling like your life depended on it. You came moments later with her name on your lips, legs trembling from the waves of bliss that flooded your body. Eula reaches out to grab your waist to hold up your limp body. All your strength had fizzled out. The knight pulled you closer, whispering praises in your ear.Â
âMhmm you did well, Iâll take it from here love~âÂ
Hello! I saw your asks were open and wanted to know if you'd be ok with this headcanons request: Wuthering Waves male characters finding out fem/Reader has a tacet mark in an embarrassing area (we have most characters with normal places like hand, neck, back, but what about when you can't show your tacet mark)? Have a great day!
â§ââšFinding Your Tacet Mark | Jiyan, Calcharo & Scar
Jiyan had you pinned against the desk in his office. Even though this was far from professional, he just had to let himself indulge in a small bit of you. It was rare to see you dressed in such casual clothes outside of your Ranger Uniform and the sight of you in that short skirt made him feel like a starving man. He didnât waste any time pulling you into his office the first chance he saw, unable to take the temptation anymore.
The soft blush on your cheeks only encouraged his exploration. His strong hands sliding up your stocking clad thighs, propping your legs higher so he can see you in all of your beauty. The motion pushed your skirt up to pool around your hips, giving him a damn good view. Oh, but the man wanted more⌠so much more of you that he was slowly going crazy.
One of his fingers hooked into the thin fabric of your stocking to slowly pull them down. Jiyan was like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning and you can clearly see the anticipation growing in his eyes. A wave of embarrassment washes over you as he revealed what you had been hiding from him all this time - your tacet mark placement. His brow quirks up, interest flashing in his eyes at finding the unique placement on your thigh of all places. No wonder you always made sure to keep it hidden with your uniform - he wouldnât know how to focus if you were constantly exposing this area.
Rough fingertips brush over the darken star shaped marks on your skin, tracing the pattern slowly with a hum of approval. You advert your eyes from the sight, mumbling under your breath how embarrassing it was for the mark to appear on your inner thigh of all places.Â
âDonât be embarrassed, love.â A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he leans down to press his lips against the source of your power. His golden eyes flickered up as a shutter rushed through your body, his ears being rewarded with the sounds of your soft moans. He couldnât help but be a little smug at finding another sensitive spot on your gorgeous body.
âIâll show you how beautiful your tacet mark is.âÂ
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Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall of the Ghost Houndsâ base as Calcharo chased after you. You couldnât help but let out a mischievous giggle as your feet swiftly carried you around the corner. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins as the game of cat and mouse continued. It was only a matter of time before you were caught.Â
The footsteps drew ever closer and you were running out of places to go. You turned left at another intersection. As you ran, you realized that this hallway was definitely the wrong choice to make your grand escape. You reached the dead end. It wasnât before long a hand caught your arm and pulled you back with a gentle tug. Your body was pushed against the cool surface of the wall seconds later. You gaze up at Calcharoâs calculating stare with a semi innocent look on your face.Â
âYou have something that belongs to me, doll. Now, my shirt please?â The man raised an eyebrow, his tone leaving no room for argument.Â
Though, even with his stoic nature, you could clearly see the amusement in his expression- essentially with the small quirk of his lips. He had definitely enjoyed this little trick of yours. You gave him your best pouty face as he tried to remove the shirt, lifting it over your head. Though his motion froze when his eyes caught a familiar star shaped marking on your hip. You looked down to where he was staring and- oh. The tacet mark.Â
Heat of embarrassment flooded your veins as you tried to squirm away. Too bad Calcharoâs hold on your wrist was unrelenting. âSeems like you've been hiding something else from me.â
Your mouth opens as you try to come up with an excuse, anything to explain why you never showed him the placement of that mark. Yet only a squeak escaped when his cool fingers brushed against it without warning. Oh that shouldnât have affected you the way it did. Amusement had definitely bled more into his expression - that rare, goddamn smirk pulling at his lips.Â
âThatâs it, be a good girl and stay still for me.â Your knees got just a bit weaker from his voice, âLet me investigate this mark you tried to hide from me.âÂ
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A sigh leaves your lips as you open the door to the bathroom, steam pouring out as you walk. There was a towel wrapped around your damp body, hair still dripping from the water. You have moved over to your drawers when warm arms suddenly wrap around your middle. A chin found its place on your shoulder and you could feel the personâs soft hair brush against your ear. You jolted a little in surprise at the sudden gesture but you knew exactly whose arms they belong to. There was only one person that would invite themselves into your house with no warning.
Scar makes a delightful hum as he presses against you from behind, his hands wasting no time in exploring the natural curves of your body covered by the towel. The man was always the touchy type no matter who was around and where they were. He made sure to find any situation to make you flustered.
âMy, what an interesting placementâ His tone was a smug one, like he had just discovered a rare, hidden treasure. It took you a few moments to realize what exactly he was talking about before you clutch the towel tighter in embarrassment.
Your tacet mark, resting right above your breasts, was currently out in all of its glory. He was never meant to see it - you had kept it dutifully hidden for a reason! Now, he was definitely going to abuse that knowledge. You sputter trying to get an explanation out, your hands pulling the towel up higher to cover the dark, star-shaped marks from his sight. A laugh rings in your ears as he turns you both to face the mirror next to the closet. You can spot his signature shit eating grin in the reflection as his hands reach up to replace yours with his own. The towel, your last line of defense, fell to the floor with a thud.
âOh no, donât even think about hiding it now, little sheepâ He mutters in your reddened ears, âIâm definitely going to have fun with you~âÂ
⧠Jiyan x gn!Reader
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ â Angst, Fract!Reader, Mourning, Death
In order for the Fractsidusâ plan to succeed and ensure the revival of the Threnodian Ovathrax, you were tasked by Overseer Scar to keep an eye on the Midnight Rangers. Gather intel, sabotage when the opportunity arises, and keep your cover - kill anyone if you must. It wasnât too difficult but you managed to blend into the city, presenting yourself as someone who wanted to live a quiet life. Â
The quiet life didn't last a month. Your bad luck striking again when you accidentally ran into the general - the very person you had to avoid. You just wanted a late night snack for heaven's sake! The man escorted you home like a gentleman with not much to say but... he was still a threat nonetheless.
Ever since then it was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. You just kept running into that General Jiyan no matter where you went. You didnât know if this was a blessing or a curse. Well, if the universe was offering the best source of information to you on a silver platter then who were you to refuse.
Each time, you played the innocent card while skillfully weaving in questions about the frontlines and the Midnight Rangers. Jiyan wasnât the type to share classified information so easily unlike his loudmouth comrades. He only shared tidbits about the Rangers and what was happening behind the scenes - much to your frustrations. He was lucky he was cute. Maybe from a different angle, you could earn his trust and learn more of the secrets he holds.Â
The next time you met him, you extended an invitation to join you for dinner at your home. He grew quiet for a few moments and a part of you watched with bated breath. Would he decline? Maybe it was too soon? You tried to take it back with an awkward laugh, however, he shakes his head and accepts your invite with that small smile of his that made your heart beat just a bit faster.Â
After that night, there was a tone shift between you two. Conversation with him was actually⌠enjoyable. A small part of you wanted to know more about him - his childhood, his time as a doctor, his favorite things. His presence filled your days with a sense of calmness similar to that of blue skies after a rough storm. It made you realize that you havenât been this close to someone in a long time. This recent change felt weird but it wasnât unwelcomed.Â
However, happy moments are quick to disappear. There was a tightness in your chest when Jiyan tells you that he was called to the Frontlines. You understood it was his duty as Jinzhouâs General and you should be happy that he was finally out of your hair. Though all you felt was a squeeze on your heart when he departed from the city and all that was left now was a void of what was.
You were constantly reminded of him everywhere you go, of all the beautiful moments you shared together. You wonder what he would say if he saw you moping around like you- wait a second. Did you miss him? That realization made you freeze in place as heat started creeping to your face. It couldnât be that you⌠actually fell for Jiyan, could it? Shit. You liked him, you missed him, you liked him.
When the word arrived that the General returned to the city victorious, that feeling you worked so hard to suppress came back full force. So there you were at home, making sure that everything was perfect if he came knocking. It felt like hours before there was a faint knock on your front door and you nearly trip over the table trying to get it open. There he was in all his glory. Jiyan was back, back home. In a swirl of pure glee and relief, you launch yourself at him. Surprised by the sudden hug attack, he caught you before you could do much damage. A laugh bubbling from his chest as your arms wrap around his neck. Everything was right in the world now.
It took a while to build up the courage to confess your feelings for him. Every time the right moment appeared, a little voice in the back of your head kept saying that you werenât worthy of his hand. You were supposed to be enemies for god sake! The Fracustius wanted the General out of their way and here you are getting cozy with him. Feelings were hard and putting them into words were harder. Action was better instead.
 It was during one of those midnight walks that you forced your hand to move, reaching out to gently hold his own. Slowly, he intertwined his fingers with yours and gave your hand a tight squeeze in return. Your heart was pounding in your chest the rest of the way home but the smile on your face shined so brightly. He liked you back. There was no doubt of his feelings when leans down, holding your check with his free hand, to plant a small kiss on your lips. The faint flush of his cheeks was certainly a sight you wanted to keep seeing on the normally stoic man.Â
Deep down, you knew peace wouldnât last. Tacet Discords started to appear more frequently due to Threnodianâs resurrection and Jiyan was forced to the frontlines permanently. War was basically on their doorstep after all. Yet the true catalyst, the quiet before the storm, was the golden light descending from the sky that morning. As confusion and anxieties rumbled through the street, only you knew what it meant. The Arbiter had arrived.
 It wasnât before long that you were summoned to Norfall Barrens with the rest of the Fracustius members to assist with the resurrection. You had your orders and you too couldnât go against your duties. Mask on, weapon in hand, and red cloak draped across your shoulders - your side was already chosen from the beginning. You just hoped that you both survived this.
A loud roar cut through your thoughts and you barely had time to dodge the large teal dragon that was thrown in your direction, with a certain General following suit. Of course, how naive to think that you would be able to avoid him here. Your heart nearly stopped as a sense of dread built up in your throat. Right now you both were on opposing sides. Both of your blades clash with a loud cling as the fighting continues. Jiyan was skillful in his attacks and certainly made good use of his duel wielding abilities - beautiful yet dangerous.Â
Adrenaline and pain burned through your body with each slash you received. You managed to put some good wounds on him though it was clear to anybody that your body was in a worse state. You were no match for Jinhzouâs General. Jiyan caught you off guard with a swift kick to your gut that sent you flying backwards and rolling into a rock nearby. The world was spinning - shit.
His blade was pointed at your throat. Your body froze and wide eyes stared down at the broadblade. The will to fight vanished without a trace as you were at his mercy- mercy that he was unwilling to give. A shaky plea came from your lips as your hands reached up to pull the mask away as a last resort. At the same time, there was another flash of teal in his other hand and his spear was plunged right into your chest. The mask was pulled away as your body crumbled to the ground.
Jiyan catches the sight of your now revealed face and his whole resolve turns to dust. A mix of anguish, shock, and betrayal bloomed in his chest. You were with the Fracustius the entire time? No⌠that couldnât be right. This had to be a sick joke, an illusion due to the retroact rain. He called out to you and watched you sluggishly stir to the sound of his voice. How could the beautiful eyes he stared at so many times faded to nothingness this easily? Though the damage was done and you were slipping through his fingers.Â
Jiyan fell to his knees and pulled you against his body. He didnât care about the dirt and the blood that were now staining his clothes, leaning down to whispering apologies in your ears with tears burning his eyes. A pained smile pulled at your lips and you could only gasp out a raspy âI love youâ before darkness swallowed you. As you take your last breath and your body goes lifeless in his arms, Jiyan could only stare at the moon in agony. He didnât get to say he loved you too.Â
Have I recover from Jiyan brain rot? Nope. So hereâs more of my fluffy headcanons in honor of raising him to lvl 70.
Jiyan has been career-oriented since childhood, all due his familyâs background as medical professionals. He was the type to focus on studying and mastering his medical skills rather than dabble in schoolyard crushes. His family had high expectations for him after all and he didnât want to disappoint them. If it meant turning down his peersâ invitation to gather herbs or burying his noses in thick books then heâll do it.
Jiyan can be kinda oblivious to people having a crush on him because of his lack of experience. Romance was so far off his radar that he wouldnât know if it hit him in the head. The thought doesnât even cross his mind that someone actually likes likes him. Subtle flirting would definitely go over this man's head no matter how hard you tried to drop hints. Like you leaving him chocolate? It was just a friendly gesture. You complimenting him on his looks? Perfectly normal for people to express their opinions on appearances.
Jiyan would think that your weird behavior around him was just out of shyness, awkwardness or even fear. Youâre so outgoing with everyone else, but youâre so quiet with him. He has no idea why you have such a drastic shift in personality. Was it because of his title and status of general? Is it because heâs serious the majority of the time? He understands that he looks a bit intimidating, but tries to be approachable to not make you uncomfortable. Man is just utterly clueless that his attractiveness is the reason youâre going crazy.
Jiyan is the embodiment of âyou fell first, he fell harder.â It might take a little time and external forces, but once it clicks that you have a crush on him â letâs just say heâs sent into a whole dilemma. Man is rethinking every interaction you had with him. All the chocolate, the compliments, how flustered you get when he approaches you - how didnât he see this before? His eyes have been open and now he canât help but study every gesture you make. The way your smile makes his stomach swirl, the way your laugh was such a pleasant sound to listen to, and the way being close to you made him feel nervous. Ah, maybe he might like you too.
Jiyan was held back by two things though. His lack of experience in the romance department and his fear of getting too close to people. He already lost so many people that were close to him, so many people that he failed to protect when it mattered most. The doubts festered in his mind endlessly and haunted him everyday. What if you got hurt? What if he failed to be there to protect you? What would he do if he couldnât save you? He canât shake those thoughts, yet he knew that he would regret missing this chance more than anything else. He would just have to try his hardest to make sure that nothing harms a hair on your pretty little head.
Jiyan would definitely go into research mode to try to understand whatâs the right way to romance you. He would want to sweep you off your feet in a sweet gesture that expresses his feelings. He would even ask his mother for advice on courting you because she knows best. Jiyan would definitely try the secret admirer route - it would be the perfect way to return the favor of all the gifts you gave him while also making his feelings clear. Heâs thoughtful in his gifts and if he hears you want something specific, youâre damn sure it will appear the next day. Meanwhile, he would even try to subtly flirt back when you two were together even if the attempts are a bit clumsy or make him feel a little flustered.
Jiyan would do a cute reveal, inviting you to meet your âadmirerâ at the cliff overlooking the base. The stars were twinkling in the sky and the calm quiet of the night would make the perfect atmosphere. He would be awkward, but sincere when confessing his feelings for you. He awaited your response in baited breath and respond you did. Jiyan was honestly expecting a flustered yes or no from you â not the way your face brightened in happiness and your arms were suddenly around his neck. The way you readily agreed to his confession with that beautiful smile of yours, core memory right there! He blinks a couple times in surprise before smiling down at you with a light flush to his cheeks.
Bonus!! Later, you would definitely 100% tease him about his obliviousness for the past few months. The pain and agony of your flirting attempts meeting a cold, stone wall. Jiyan, in turn, would recount all the times you could barely function around him and relish in the way you sputter over your words.
đđĄđ đđ§đ¨ đđ¨đĽđ˘đđ - Always makes sure the rules are crystal clear before everyone start playing. Will call you out if you try any unagreed bullshit like trying to stack +2s on top of +4s. The gameâs guide is basically their Bible, they will not hesitate in wiping that page out just to triple check if something is allowed. Is sworn enemies with the Chaos Bringers.Â
 Mortefi, Sanhua, Baizhi
đđ¨đŚđŠđđđ˘đđ˘đŻđ đđ - Starts out calm but will absolutely get fired up once the game gets going. Will not hesitate to get revenge if you even try to +4 them. Definitely would argue with the Uno Policers because stacking should totally be allowed idgaf. Somehow has the worst luck out of everyone at the table, getting straight shitty hands. If they do win, they would definitely rub it in everyoneâs faces yet lose horribly the next game.Â
 Calcharo, Chixia, Jianxin, Camellya
đđĄđ đđ¨đ§đŹđŠđ˘đŤđđđ¨đŤđŹ - They are calm and collected the entire game, usually sitting there with a damn good poker face. It seems like they have all the good cards and will absolutely using them when someone is low on cards. Iâm talking taking someone from 2 cards to 12 cards in a blink of an eye. Would make silent alliances with other conspirators just to fuck up everyone else. Always 5 steps ahead of the group, guaranteeing they win the majority of the time.Â
 Yinlin, Jinhsi, Jiyan, Taoqi, Changli
đđĄđ đđđ§đ˘đĽđĽđ đđĽđđ˛đđŤđŹ - The casual and more normal players. They donât really care about who wins or loses, only that everyone has fun. Usually tries to calm down the Uno Policers or the Competitive AF playersâŚwell the best they can anyways. Second mostly likely to win and nobody can get upset with them. Just a good sport thatâs happy to be here.Â
 Verina, Yangyang, Lingyang, Yuanwu
đđĄđđ¨đŹ đđŤđ˘đ§đ đđŤđŹ - The no strategy player, would collects cards just for the fun of it then strike when least expected. The bane of everyoneâs existence because, like the conspirators, itâs difficult to tell whatâs going on in their head. Will they give someone the win just for the lols or make sure to prolong the game as long as possible? Nobody fucking knows.Â
âËËËă đđ¨đ§đ˘đ đĄđ, đ˛đ¨đŽÂ đĽđđ đĄđđŤÂ đđđ¤đ đđŽđĽđĽÂ đđ¨đ§đđŤđ¨đĽÂ after a rough day. All you wanted was to not think about anything else and, oh she was ready to deliver. She tightens her hold on the elemental strings that wrapped around your limbs, restraining your bare body further into the soft linen below. Unable to move, you were at her complete mercy. Â
Of course, she wastes no time riling you up. Her touch light as it drags across your stomach all the way to cup your breasts. She gives it a testing squeeze and smirks at the way you gasped. Her thumb rolls over your perky little nipples again and again to drive you absolutely crazy. Whenever you squirmed, the restrains tighten against your skin and even zaps you with her elemental power.Â
Her voice, low and sultry, purrs teasing remarks in your ear â especially when she feels just how wet youâve become already. Oh, your poor little panties being so soaked down there. Moans tumbles from your lips along with desperate pleads for her touch on your core. You wanted her fingers, craved it even. How could she say no when you begged so sweetly to feel her fingers inside you?
a couple of light fluffy headcanons for Jiyan because Iâm having brain rot for him
Jiyan doesnât do much PDA, but he can get the urge to be clingy sometimes in public. He gets a bit embarrassed when he canât resist - either intertwining his hands with yours as you walk or holding your waist when the crowd gets too busy. When you get to the privacy of your home, he allows himself to finally embrace you or lay his head in your lap. You, of course, are always ready to indulge him
Jiyan is a morning person much to your dismay. Heâs used to rising early in the morning due to his previous experience being a doctor and now the general of the midnight rangers. Some days he would leave you in bed to go complete his morning routine while others he would stay a little longer in bed to gaze at your cute, sleeping face. Though, no matter what he chooses, you always find breakfast ready in the morning for you.Â
Jiyan makes time to write letters for you whenever heâs away on the battlefield. He would share his inner thoughts, his concerns, and his wishes for your wellbeing. In some, he would even send some dried, pressed flowers he had previously prepared. It was not much, but he hoped you would cherish his gifts anyway. He always ends his letters with a promise to come home as soon as he can with a special present for you.Â
Jiyanâs favorite place to kiss you (after your lips of course) would be your forehead. He didnât remember how it started, but he had gotten used to brushing your hair away to press his lips against your forehead. Every time he wakes up, he kisses your forehead. Every time he catches you daydreaming, he would do it while checking up on you. Every time after making love, he would pepper your forehead with gentle ones. If there was an opportunity, he would do it like clockwork.Â
Jiyan would let you play with his hair most times that you ask. It was a gesture he enjoys greatly and misses when heâs away on the battlefield. Thereâs nothing as relaxing as letting you run your fingers through his loose hair. Especially, when your nails would scratch his scalp in just the right way- utter bliss. His eyes would flutter close as he quietly listened to you blab about your day, sometimes even dozing off from your soothing voice.Â
Jiyan gets flustered whenever you kiss his tacet mark. He doesnât know whether itâs a blessing or curse that itâs located on his upper back. He just knows that you occasionally take advantage of its placement. You like to sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and placing your lips on the dark mark. He takes in a shuttered breath and momentarily pauses in what heâs doing before continuing. Jiyan would try to keep his focus, ignoring the feeling of soft kisses on his skin yet to no avail. You smile when you glance up to see his ears burning red and the general refusing to turn around. Oh well, more back kisses for him.Â
⧠Jiyan x gn!Reader
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ â After the defeat of the Threnodian, Jiyan finally comes home to his waiting partner who has a surprise waiting for him.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ â Husband!Jiyan, Fluff, Slow Dancing, Light kissing
Your fingers twist the dial of the old-fashioned radio on the kitchen counter. The machine clicked and buzzed to life, a soft melody starting to float through the air. It was an older song, one that your parents probably listened to when they were younger. You turn around to approach Jiyan with your barely concealed excitement, holding out your hands and making grabby motions towards the general standing in the doorway.
It was rare that he was back in the city, back home with you where itâs safe. It was hard to ignore the lingering knowledge that this peace was only temporary. A dream that will end when the next uprising of Tacet Discords appears and Jiyan is called back to the front lines to fight once more. You learned to swallow down that inevitability, silently supporting his duties and appreciating the time that you have with him. As long as he responds to your letters and comes back uninjured, your worried heart can rest.
Itâs better to live in the moment than worry about the âwhat ifsâ, after all.
âCome dance with me.â
The man shakes in head in disbelief, a small smile cracking his usual serious expression. It was a smile reserved for your eyes only, âYou do this every time I come home, love.â
âYou never say no though~â You teased lightly, making the grabby motion again and getting a deep chuckle as a response.
âI donât. Why would I ever say no in indulging the whims of my beloved?â
He removed his broadsword from his hip and leaned it against the wall. He easily crossed the distance in just a few steps, bringing your body close to his. He slid his left palm against yours and slowly intertwining his fingers while his other moved to rest firmly on your lower back.
âMay I have this dance?â
âYes, my darling.â
Jiyan wasted no time in taking the lead, grip tightening just a bit as he lightly swayed the both of you around. He glances down, golden eyes softening at the sight of your beaming smile. The general happily relished in your excitement about his return. It was cute how you always have some sort of surprise waiting for him - along with a spontaneous dance request as soon as he steps through the door. Yet, he always plays along no matter how⌠interesting your antics might get.
âWhat do you have planned for me tonight?â He hums, twirling you around.
âWell it was going to be a surprise, but I guess I can tell you,â You spun close to him once more and his hand returned to your back, âYou. Me. That basket near the door and a night of under the stars~ What do you say, general?â
âI accept your proposal. It has been quite a long time since we last looked at the stars together.âÂ
âAnd, if my memory serves me right, thereâs a rare metor shower tonight. Boom extra romantic points!â
âThen I canât wait, my love.â Jiyan swoops down, tilting his head in order to press his lips against yours. The kiss was short and sweet with his lips lingering a second longer before pulling away. It would definitely the first kiss of many tonight.
As the music continues to play, you two were reminded that you werenât the most graceful dancers. The living room was a bit too small to twirl around in, your leg kept bumping into the coffee table, and Jiyanâs hair kept getting stuck on things. Yet, the both of you didnât care as you laughed quietly at the small mistakes.
These small moments - away from the curious eyes of people, away from the horrors of war - were cherished in your heart. As long as you have the love of your life, life is good.
Yknow what if we do this thing where we talk abt our fictional chara type! (Like whats our are type but it's fictional characters!! ^^)
1. Blondes (IDK WHY)
2. Flirty Gremlins (could add trauma for some extra spice)
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A Touch Between Warriors (Magnu Kenki x GN!Reader) [Part 2]
Pairing: Magnu Kenki x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 2987 Words
Warning: NSFW Contentâ
Summary: It has been a few sparring sessions after that fateful day and both you and Maguu Kenki have been skirting around the elephant in the room. However, it takes you by surprise when Maguu gives you the chance to learn more about him and the mystery surrounding the puppet. And in turn, teach him about human desire.s
âDo you have any questions for meâÂ
 His question came out of the blue, something you didnât expect after finishing the latest spar. Normally, after fighting, Maguu would immediately explain what you did wrong during battle -âYou should have dodged instead of taking the blowâ he would sign or âYou need to strengthen your defensive stanceâ as he shows you the right stance to take. Though, he would also take the time to praise you for what you did right, which always caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.Â
Recently, the automaton has become⌠strangely reserved at times. It was hard to ignore when he would suddenly stop signing mid-sentence sometimes - almost like he was unsure - before continuing like nothing had happened, or the way his hands would hesitate before touching you. You even caught him staring at his hands numerous times as if puzzled by something. It was a strange situation.
âWhere did this come from Maguu?â You stared at him, confusion clear on your features as you turned to face the approaching puppet.Â
âThe last time we had a conversation outside of training, you answered my questions about the human vessel. You had⌠enlightened me. It is only fair that I shall answer any that you have about me to further your understanding about my being.âÂ
Ah that's right.
Last⌠time.
Embarrassment burned through your veins as the memories from last time flashed through your mind. The ghost of his firm yet gentle touch still haunts your body - sending pleasurable chills down your spine every time it crosses your mind. You felt ashamed to admit that it felt good and⌠that you craved more. You didnât even answer any of his questions, yet it seemed that the puppet came to a conclusion all on his own. It was better to leave what the conclusion was to your imagination.Â
However, you did have many questions you wanted to ask him. The whole mystery behind the puppet, his maker, his abilities - it was something that often comes to mind whenever you think of Maguu Kenki. If you could get some answers to these questions, maybe you could learn to understand the puppet better. Perhaps even deepen the weird relationship between you two.
âHmm, I guess I have some questions I have been wondering for a while.â Your eyes glanced over the puppetâs body as you approached him until your gaze settled on his helmet, âTo start off, do you have a face under that helmet, Maguu?â
âYes.â He gestured simply.Â
âWait really?!â You paused, looking at him in surprise as he tilted his head. It was as if he was surprised by your shock, âI can barely see your face, how do you even see what that thing on? Unless you use the eyes on your spooky Oni mask to see.âÂ
You squint as you try to see Maguuâs face through the talisman and dark shadows but alas it was covered by the helmet. You try to think back to a time where you did see Maguuâs face, either while having a conversation or in the heat of battle - yet all your memories came to a blank. You had no clue what he looked like underneath and it made you even more curious.Â
âWarrior, I was created with powerful sight. The helmet and the talisman I wear does not hinder it, as you can see from our battles. I just have no reason to remove it.âÂ
âSo it is removable! So- uh- could you maybe take off your helmet? I would like to see your true face⌠if youâre okay with that.â You asked, looking up at him curiously.Â
âVery well, as you wish.âÂ
His puppet hands trailed up to where his helmet rests and you held your breath in anticipation. Maguu slowly lifted the armor from his head and pulled it off in one smooth movement - white hair pooling over his shoulders. You carefully reached to lift up the talisman and- what in the name of the Raiden Shogun!?
 Your jaw nearly touched the floor as you gazed at his true face. His eyes were a piercing blue - cold and intense like the ice he wields. Two streaks of red markings started from the bottom of his eyes and trail down his pale colored face - the look similar to that of an oniâs. You silently thanked whoever created him for giving him such a beautiful face because damn it had you weak in the knees.Â
âI hope my appearance doesnât startle you.â He signed carefully, like he wasâŚnervous.
âYou- I- It's the complete opposite! I just wasnât expecting this.â You raise your other hand, hesitating for a brief moment, before you reach up to caress his face. You swiped your thumb across the surface - It was cool to the touch, but also had a similar texture to skin.Â
âMy form was modeled after the appearance of a famou oni who was the first master of the sword art I use.â
âA famou oniâŚâ You echoed softly as your hands continued to explore his face, a soft mechanical sound left the puppet, âThe oni influence I can tell by the mask and these markings, but I would have never guessed that you were inspired by a first generation swordmaster.âÂ
âThe masterâs name was Iwakura Michihiro, famed for his Tengu Sweeper technique.â
âIwakuraâŚlike the Iwakura sword art, yeah? No wonder your sword art was so familiar, those Nobushi bastards used it. Itâs a shame though; the Iwakura art has fallen from grace nowadays. But I do have another question for you, Maguu. I was wondering how can you wield the elements? You donât have a vision right?âÂ
âNo. I do not have what your mortals call a Vision. Instead, I can control the elements due to the talisman that I wearâÂ
You blinked in surprise. Normally Vision holders, elemental monsters, and the Nobushi (which is a special situation) could wield the elements. Maguu is a puppet but he gets his power from⌠a slip of paper? You wonder if it's similar to the charms that the Narukami Shrine maidens use.
âHuh? How does that work?â
âThis talisman is the product of a mystic art from the Kamura Clan. With their art, youâre able to create seals that can infuse your weapon with elemental energy. However, the tailsmen I have is more advanced than their normal seals which grants me greater power over the elements and allows me to wield two - Cryo and Anemo.â
As he signed, you brought your focus once more to the ragged talisman that hung from his forehead. The brush strokes were somewhat clear on the paper despite being decades old, but it was written in a script that you could not understand. You couldnât believe a simple piece of paper could grant something so much power yet it is the very source of his elemental abilities.Â
âCan you tell me how you use it? Like do you have to think about using it or channel something? â You asked as you lifted the talisman up once more, eyes gleaming with curiosity as you looked at the back of paper.Â
âI-â He pauses, a few mechanical sounds leaving him which make your eyes shift over to him in concern. His eyes were glued to yours before they quickly glanced away, âIt has become second nature to me, however I will try to explain to the best of my abilities-â
âWait, wait, wait,â You interrupt him, your thoughts and concerns from the past few weeks spilling from your lips, âMaguu, whatâs been going on with you? Youâve been acting strange lately, almost like your⌠upset or something. Did I do something wrong?âÂ
âI do not understand how I feel. I have previously thought that I do not have the ability to feel the way that humans do since I was not created that way.â His hands paused, as if heâs trying to figure out what to say next.  âHowever, ever since that day you taught me about the human vessel, I have been plagued with⌠emotions I have no prior experience in dealing with.â
âEmotionsâŚâ
âYes, emotions that only occur in your presence. Similar to longing, but not quite. I often find myself lost on this subject with no answer in sight.âÂ
As you process his words, you suddenly understand his situation. It wasnât possible for a puppet to become so sentient, yet here he was experiencing human feelings and desires. A voice whispers from the back of your mind, encouraging you to take advantage of the opportunity in front of you. You could explain to him no- show him how powerful the feeling of desire and emotions could be.Â
âI think I know the problem. What youâre experiencing is called desire. There are different kinds of desire that humans feel such as the desire for needs and wants,â You let your voice drop to a whisper,â But I think I know which one youâre feeling... the desire for me. So, I guess, Iâll have to teach you more about the human body.âÂ
ââŚI see.â He signed slowly.Â
You smiled at him as he agreed, excitement coursing through your veins, âDo what you did to me that day and test your desires - maybe you can figure your answer that wayâÂ
âI see, you want me to pleasure you once more. As you wish, Warrior.âÂ
The world spun and suddenly your body was pushed against the huge Oni Mask that materialized behind you. One of his hands rested heavily on your shoulder while the other was positioned above your head - perfectly pinning you against the wooden surface. You could only glance up at the puppet with a small gasp falling from your lips. Maguuâs blue eyes wandered down your body carefully before glancing back up to catch your glaze. Those intense eyes seem to stare directly into you, exploring the depths of your being as if youâre the only thing that he wanted to understand. You broke the stare, eyes quickly looking away as heat creeped up your neck.Â
The hand on your shoulder pulls away and it's suddenly on your chin, gently pulling your attention and your eyes back to his. Butterflies that were lightly fluttering were now fully swarming in your chest.Â
âPlease, keep your eyes on me.â
âOkayâ You whispered, nodding wide-eyed at his command.Â
The puppet made a light noise in response - a noise you knew meant that he was satisfied at your answer. A gentle breeze blows near your body and the anemo element condenses next to you in a flash of light. In the corner of your eye, the anemo Maguu phantom appeared floating by your left side.Â
This⌠This was new.Â
âPhantoms?â You gasp in a mix of surprise and disbelief.
The Anemo phantom cages you in, pressing against your body. The winds licking at your skin made goosebumps appear all over your arms and legs. A shiver runs down your spine as your sex starts to tingle. You swallowed heavily at how helpless you felt - stuck between a puppet and his elemental phantom.Â
âIt would be most efficient to make use of them to âtest my desiresâ as you instructed.âÂ
Maguu moves to gently grab your wrists with one hand and you let him pin your arms over your head in one smooth motion. You can tell he was being gentle with you - just like he was that fateful day. His eyes were studying your face for any reactions as if he was hoping to understand what you were feeling. His firm hands were switched with ghostly chilly ones - ones that were cold as ice. You could see it from the corner of your eye as the air had grown colder. You knew that the cryo phantom had materialized as well.Â
âI feel something, but I need to experiment more,â He stopped to sign his thoughts , âLet me continue my actions.â
Like before, the puppet let his hands wander over your body, but this time they were joined with the sensations of cryo and anemo hands. You watch him intensely as he explores your body with his hands and his eyes. His huge hands found home on your waist where they rested there heavily. His thumbs rubbed circles into the area, slow and steady. His eyes watched that movement carefully.Â
A moan escapes your lips as the anemo phantom caresses your side, slipping its fingers underneath the fabric of your shirt to touch your warm skin. The feeling of anemo spread throughout the exposed area, like a powerful gust of wind hitting all the right places. Heat pooled downwards in your body, flooding your veins with the tingle of pleasure as your legs started to tremble. The anemo phantomâs fingers continued to dance their way up your body. It only stopped when it found what it was looking for - the nipples on your chest.Â
âYour body is trembling, is this to your satisfaction? Is this reaction the desire you feel for me?â He slowly sighs before continuing the motion. All you could do was whisper a quick yes - voice shaky.Â
Meanwhile, with its free hand, the cryo phantom had begun to trail it down your back side. The coldness was welcoming against the burning sensation of arousal. His fingers lightly ran across the dips in your back, tracing muscles that tense under its touch. It felt like absolute heaven and you longed for more. His fingers soon stopped at the spot on your lower back, icy digits dragging deliciously across the area in random motions. It causes another shiver to wreck your body.Â
The sensations were nearly overwhelming. Your body squirming, voice whimpering against their greedy touch. You couldnât stop your back from arching against the rough surface of the oni mask. You were forced to endure all of it from every angle. The core inside of you was burning, yearning to be stimulated, and you definitely felt some kind of wetness down there. Maguu was absolutely driving you crazy. Â
âFuck! Nggh.. Maguu⌠â You moan loudly, your logical mind growing fuzzy and overtaken by the cloud of arousal.Â
Maguuâs eyes snapped back to yours - quick like lightning. His blue eyes catch the pleading expression upon your face. It was the way your eyes keep squeezing shut, the way your eyebrows shoot up at every swipe of fingers across your hot skin, and the way your lips kept singing those sweet, moaning melodies; He wanted to memorize it all. It all made Maguu better understand the emotions he was experiencing. His desire to please you, pleasure you, do whatever he could for the warrior that wormed their way into his mechanical heart.Â
âI understand, I shall continue just like before.â
The touches of the cryo and anemo phantoms retreated for a brief moment and you had a chance to just breathe. Your hands fell back down to your side to rest on your heaving chest as you sucked in breath after breath - heart beating in your ears. Then, just like before, he slid his hands underneath your clothes. His touch gilded downwards until he found your sensitive sex, absolutely slick and twitching. Your body started moving to the rhythm he set.Â
However, the phantoms werenât done yet.
Their hands pulled down your pants together, exposing your lower area to the cool air. The Anemo hand began massaging your thigh, running its breezy hand over the skin which caused your legs to quiver in pleasure. The gentle winds aided in stimulating you further until you had no choice but to surrender to your lust. The Cryo phantom instead turned its focus back on your upper body. It's chilly hand brushing over your stomach and waist - the temperature changes making your body more sensitive. Your back arched into their skillful hands and your eyes fluttered shut.You couldnât help but let out a loud moan at the combination of their touches. .
âMaguu..faster please!â The beg slipped from your mouth as your mind continued to further be clouded with desire, âItâs so good.âÂ
Maguu Kenki continued to massage your sensitive area, playing with it with more confidence than before. With every flick of his hand, it caused you to squirm in pleasure and your sounds to grow louder. Your heart was beating like a drum in your ears.Â
Heat pulled more and more into your lower body. The familiar tightening in your core becomes known as you get closer and closer to the edge. The Anemo phantom and the Cryo phantomâs pressure have gotten more intense and Maguuâs speed has increased. You were starting to lose the rhythm that was set as your body chased after the incoming orgasm.Â
Pleads drip from your mouth, your breathless moans growing louder and louder in volume. At this point, it wouldnât be a surprise if someone heard you.
Though, Maguu Kenki sensed your desperation and who was he to deny his warrior. The puppet added more pressure and with one last firm touch - you finally spilled all over his hands. The orgasm hit you like a truck and knocked the breath out of you. You barely stood there, knees shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. It was good, it was intense, and it made you feel like a million mora.Â
Your body twitched in Maguuâs grasp. The phantoms pulled back yet again and in a blink of an eye - disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. Now it was just you and the puppet that had made you cum once again.Â
âThat..was..â You looked up to the puppetâs handsome face, clearly pleased, âThat was perfect Manguu, I enjoyed that so much.â
The puppet nodded and signed with its dirty hand, "I too enjoyed this experience, you have done well. I believe I now have an understanding of this kind of desire. Itâs the desire to pleasure youâŚ"
Are you ever gonna make a part 2 of "the touch between warriors" ? Please dođ
I canât believe you guys actually like this cursed thing đ but since it is so requested, I have started working on part 2. So check back soon Anon!
A Touch between Warriors (Magnu Kenki x GN!Reader) [Part 1]
Pairing: Magnu Kenki x Gender Neutral Reader
Warning NSFW Content âď¸
Summary: Having earned the respect of the legendary Magnu Kenki, he agrees to help you grow stronger in your sword skills. However, after a certain spar session, Mangu has a question to ask about the human body.
A/N: This was a joke that started during a stream and then I was held at gunpoint by my bestie Zoe to write this. Enjoy this quick and chaotic piece. đŠ
Through the light mist, the outline of the puppets arm moving catches your eye.Â
Your hand grips tighter around the hilt of your sword, ignoring the burning pain and exhaustion clinging to your being. Every muscle of your body screamed for rest and it only increased the longer you stood.Â
You were victor of the fight this time, wounding the puppet enough that he retreated back to his idle position. It was the first time you had won out of the many confrontations, though you would be a fool to let your guard down. That thing was a monster in a fight: quick on its feet, skilled with the blade, and using ghostly elemental clones to attack. Gods, it even had the balls to taunt you mid fight which surely pissed you off.Â
At the end of the day, you didnât know what else the puppet had in store but you knew you werenât going to be caught off guard again. Your tired body steps forward, moving into a defense stance with your sword position to block another strike.Â
The puppet didnât launch a devastating attack like you thought; the only thing that started moving was itâs arms. Your eyes carefully watched as the puppet made some movement with its arms and hands. In confusion, your sword lowered from its defensive stance and you see the puppet repeatedly making the same gestures. Then it hit you.Â
The puppet was trying to communicate.Â
The puppet was signing to you.Â
You didnât know how to react. From the tales and stories, it was thought that the puppet couldnât talk and refused to communicate any other way but through crossing blades. So how does he know Inazuman sign language? You managed to catch the sign again.Â
You fought well, your skills have improved.Â
Your hands fumbled to sheath your sword and you slowly sign back, Thank you?
You look confused. Why? You have bested me in battle, The puppets head tilted slightly.Â
Itâs because I am confused, Your body closed some of the distance between you two before finally settling down in front of the puppet, I thought you couldnât talk.Â
 I do not have the ability to speak like you do; I was only taught the language of the hands by my creator. However, only those whom I deemed worthy shall have the privilege to communicate with me.
âIâm not all that special,â You dismiss with a wave of your hand, âAs you see, I barely won that fightâ and thatâs not counting all the other times you nearly sliced me in half.â
The first time you stumbled upon the puppet was when you had lost your 5th duel in a row. Anger and embarrassment course your veins as you rush away from the scene, barely muttering a word of congratulations. You couldnât bare to see the look of disappointment on your masterâs face. As fast as you could, your feet carried you blindly through the island. Thatâs how you ended up at a wide open spaceâ a single figure kneeling in the distance. However, as your curiosity got the best of you and you moved a little too close, you didnât know that the figure was the demon puppet of legends and that you would barely make it out alive.Â
From then on, you would come back to the ghostly area every week to fight Magnu Kenki. To prove your skills to the worldâ and mostly to yourself.Â
A loud noise could be hear leaving the puppet, like he was offended at what you had said, Nonsense. You have a warriorâs spirit, young one. I sense your dedication in mastering the art of the sword.Â
You confirmed with a nod, âYouâre right, I am. I must get stronger- I canât loose. Not again.â
An idea popped into you head, âI swore to myself to be the strongest samurai Inazuma has ever seen. Though I will need some extra training. Will you help me, Magnu Kenki?â
Magnu suddenly stood up from his resting position. His legs carried him over to where you sat, heavy footsteps echoing through the quiet arena as he closed the distance between you. You lift your gaze as he stood before you; His arm moved forward and you realized he was holding his hand out for you to shake. You stumbled to get up. You grabbed his hand with your right.Â
Wordlessly, at that moment, an agreement was formed between warriors.
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You laid spread out on the ground, chest heaving for air due to your latest spare with Magnu Kenki. Itâs been a few months since your agreement and your sword work has definitely improved over the course of your weekly sparring sessions. However, you still had a long way to go before you could compete in Warriorâs Spirit competition this spring.Â
Your ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps growing close and you opened your eyes to glance at the approaching puppet.Â
I have a question, my warrior
âWhatâs up Magnu?â You sit up, reaching for you container of water and bringing it to your lips.Â
Your physical being is different from mine, I believe it would be beneficial to learn more about your body, if youâll allow me.
You choked on your drink. Coughing ensues as you try to once again catch your breath. The sudden forwardness of the puppet was surprising, as you didnât expect such a question to come from Magnu. However, it does give you a specialâŚopportunity. You had been wondering for weeks how his hands would feel upon your skin and this was your moment to make it happen.Â
Are you feeling ill? Magnu Kenkiâs head tilted slightly.Â
Your hands quickly signed a reply, No Iâm okay! I was caught off guard by your question!Â
I see.Â
âBut why do you want to know?â You asked cooly.
His hands went still before replying which further piqued your interest- that hasnât happened before, I am but a machine. You are a warrior of mortal flesh. This is a prime opportunity to learn from each other.Â
âYouâre right, it is a great chance .â You stood up from your sitting position, âThen I am at your mercy.âÂ
Very well, let us begin warrior.
You feel his gaze raking over your body, taking the opportunity to step even closer to you till you were barely inches apart.Â
A chill runs through your body as Magnuuâs fingers lightly traced down your spine. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as it caresses your exposed skin. You didnât know why your body was super responsive to the puppet, only that the shivers of pleasure felt too good to say otherwise.Â
The heat was growing in your lower area, burning brighter the longer Magnu touches you like this. His fingertips dragged against a sensitive area and you nearly jerked in his grasp. Your hands found his armored chest, something solid, to keep you grounded in reality. You can tell that he was being gentle to not harm you but damn you want him to give you more.Â
Your body, itâs reactions are something I do not understand. Still, I shall investigate further.Â
Suddenly, thick fingers slid under your clothing. His thumb brushes against one of your nipples, rolling it curiously. Soft moans escaped your lips; the noise echoing off of the quiet cliffs. You couldnât stop yourself from rolling your hips against his solid figure.Â
Your body is very expressive, warrior. Magnu quickly signed and you nearly whined from the missing hand, Is this how the human body is like? Â
 âOnly when you stimulate it- fuckâ You groaned. Â
A sound similar to a low hum left the puppet, I see, how intriguing.Â
No other questions were asked.Â
The puppet continued on. His hands trailing down towards your lower parts. Flames danced beneath your skin and you felt like you could faint from how worked up you were getting. Arousal and slight embarrassment fluttered like butterflies in your stomach, knotting and unknotting as the puppet cursed brushed his fingers against your-
You let out a loud, drawn-out moan with no shame at all. At this point you could care less what heard the noise. Gods, it felt so goodâso rightâbeing touched like this. You were on cloud 9.
âRight there- ah~,â you pant desperately, âKeep touching me there.âÂ
As you wish.Â
You pushed even more towards his hands as they continued to stroke your sex. You could feel the pressure in your gut growing tighter with every passing second and you knew you wouldnât last long. The remaining reason in your clouded mind wanted to extend this moment but your body was screaming for release.Â
Magnu must have felt your body growing tenser cause thatâs when he decided to add more pressure and speed to his fingertips. That was the last drop that broke the dam. Your lips parted with a sinful moan and stars danced before your vision as you came. Your fluids squirted and dripped onto Magnuâs hands.Â
Magnu Kenki watched as you came down from your high, curious as to what happened. He slowly removed his messy hand, taking the time to gaze at the fluids in curiosity.Â
This wasâŚenlightening. Tell me warrior, what is this?
You took your time catching your breath. Your energy was completely drained and the intense orgasm turned your legs into slime goo. You knew that if you werenât still clinging to Magnu Kenki you wouldâve been back on the ground.Â
 âThatâs myâŚumâŚwellâŚâ You begin awkwardly, no one told you you had to explain the birds and the bees to a puppet, âwhen you physically stimulate humans enough with pleasure they will send out fluids called cum.âÂ
Magnu made a short humming sound, I see. Then I shall practice this knowledge on the next human I come across.
You never wanted the Electro Archon to open up the ground and swallow you more than at that moment.
âNo, no, no! Please donât touch anyone else that way but me understand!?âÂ
Very well, I shall respect your wish.Â
You sighed in relief, thanking the seven that that bullet was dodged. You could only imagine the next poor soulâs reaction, accidentally stumbling across this place and being touched sexually by the puppet. It would be downright awkward and you would die of embarrassment.Â
The conversation moved to silence as a few minutes have passed. You managed to get yourself back to normal, fixing your clothes to best of your ability and praying that no one would see the wet spot on your pants. Magnu Kenki wordless watched by was still next to you nonetheless.
The sun was beginning to sink beneath the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful oranges and reds. It was then you realized how long you stayed and that you should head back to your home. As you wave goodbye with an embarrassed smile on your lips, Magnu Kenki watches your figure disappear through the foggy cave entrance. He waited a minute then another- the sound of your footsteps fading into natural silence. Once he was certain you were gone, His body returned to the center of the arena, sitting down into his resting position once more.Â
The puppet could only sit and ponder the weird feelings that now plague his hollow chest. Nonetheless, he will be looking forward to the next time you come to see him.
