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That Girl’s A Liar~

Satoru Gojo x F!Reader

Here is part II my lovelies! Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy! <333 | Part I |

"One of these days, you’re going to get yourself really hurt, Toru! You need to be more careful," I scolded the white-haired boy. I wrapped the bandage around his upper arm, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than getting distracted by his shirtless body.

Earlier that day, Satoru and Suguru had been dispatched to exorcize a particularly nasty cursed spirit that had been terrorizing a nearby town. The mission was supposed to be straightforward, but things quickly took a turn for the worse. The cursed spirit, more powerful than initially anticipated, had launched a ferocious attack. In the ensuing battle, Satoru had been injured, his arm nearly severed by a brutal strike. Despite the pain, he managed to defeat the curse with Suguru's help, but not without sustaining significant injuries.

Back at the school, I waited anxiously for their return. When I saw Satoru limping back with Suguru supporting him, my heart sank. Shoko immediately took Suguru to another room to tend to his injuries, leaving me to care for Satoru.

“Relax, Y/N. Tis but a scratch. It’ll take a lot more than that to truly hurt me!” he said with a cocky smile, his confidence radiating as usual. I looked at him with a deadpan expression, unimpressed by his bravado.

“This is not just a scratch, you idiot! Your arm was almost cut off from that curse!” I retorted, my voice filled with frustration and worry.

“Still, nothing can stop me. I’m literally the strongest sorcerer here in our high school. Probably of all time, too,” he boasted, clearly not grasping the gravity of the situation.

“Toru, for the last time, I don’t care if you are the strongest sorcerer in the world! You are still a human being, not some indestructible weapon! You could still... never mind,” I started, trailing off as my mind filled with the horrifying image of him getting severely hurt, even to the point of death.

Toru’s smirk quickly disappeared as he noticed the bright blue skies outside the window getting covered by dark clouds. He looked at me with genuine concern, fully aware that the sudden weather change was my doing, a manifestation of my emotional turmoil. I was losing control of my cursed technique.

“Hey…” he said, his voice softening. He placed his uninjured hand on my arm, snapping me out of my dark thoughts.

“I’m going to be okay, Y/N. You know that, right? I’m gonna be here for a long, long time,” he said, trying to reassure me. His attempt to comfort me only made my brows furrow deeper.

“That’s the thing, Toru. You don’t know that. And if you keep acting like nothing can stop or hurt you, you are going to eventually be met with a bad fate,” I said, clipping the wrap around his arm with a finality that echoed my worries.

“I… I just don’t want to see you hurt, okay?” I added, turning around to put everything away. My voice softened, betraying the depth of my feelings and the fear that gnawed at me every time he recklessly threw himself into danger.

Toru sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "I get it, Y/N. I really do. It's just... this is who I am. Protecting people, fighting curses—it's what I'm meant to do. But I promise you, I'll be more careful from now on," he said, his tone earnest.

I sighed. "You better. Because if you keep scaring me like this, I might just have to find a way to tie you down and keep you safe myself," I said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'd like to see you try," he teased. Toru felt his body warm up as he absorbed my words. Did you really care about him that much? The thought seemed to surprise him, stirring something deep within him that he hadn’t fully acknowledged before. Maybe, just maybe, you possibly felt something for him as well? Or did you mean it as a friend? These types of questions pondered his mind as you continued to put the medical supplies away.

“Okay, that should do it. Now let's get out of here before Utahime sees us,” I said, turning around to face him. As I did, I realized how close we were to each other, our faces only inches apart. The sudden proximity made my breath catch in my throat, and I could see the same surprise reflected in his eyes.

We both instantly tensed up, the proximity catching us off guard. The air between us felt charged, a silent tension simmering just below the surface. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and my heart began to race.

I quickly pulled away from him, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. “S-Sorry. I-I didn’t—” I stammered, struggling to find the right words to diffuse the awkwardness. My mind raced, trying to process the unexpected closeness and what it might mean.

“No, don’t be,” he interrupted, his voice softer, trying to compose himself. He reached out and gently touched my arm, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “I, uh, didn’t mind,” he added, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic vulnerability that took me by surprise.

Now all that was left was an awkward silence between us, the unspoken tension hanging heavily in the air. We both stood there, not knowing what to say next, the moment stretching out longer than it should have. Thankfully, a miracle happened when Suguru walked in, his presence breaking the silence and startling both Toru and me.

“Hey, you two. Shoko and I were thinking about going out for dinner tonight. You two are coming with us. I don’t care what you say. Shoko has been on my case all week saying how we need to all hang out,” Suguru said, instantly sensing the tension between us. He noticed how red Satoru had gotten, causing him to smirk.

“Well… I’ll just be waiting outside for you two when you’re ready,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Just as he began to leave, he turned to face Satoru, giving him a knowing wink.

Toru just flipped him off, trying to ignore the rapid pace of his heartbeat. “That guy,” he muttered, shaking his head, but there was no real malice in his tone.

I chuckled, grateful for Suguru’s impeccable timing. “Guess we don’t have much of a choice, huh?” I said, trying to ease the lingering awkwardness. My heart was still pounding from the earlier closeness, but I tried to act normal.

“Nope. But maybe it’ll be fun,” Toru replied, a hint of his usual confidence returning. He ran a hand through his hair, still looking a bit flustered. “Let’s get going before they come back and drag us out,” he added, offering a small, somewhat shy smile.

As we made our way outside, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. The unexpected closeness with Toru had stirred something in me. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering if he felt the same.

“So, dinner, huh? Any idea where they’re planning to go?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light and avoid the tension that still lingered.

“No clue, but knowing Suguru, it’ll be somewhere decent,” Toru replied, his voice a bit more relaxed. He glanced at me, his eyes searching mine for a moment. “You okay? You seem… a bit off.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said quickly, hoping to sound convincing. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess. And, you know, you scared me today with that injury.”

Toru’s expression softened, and he reached out to touch my arm again, this time more deliberately. “I’m sorry about that. I promise I’ll be more careful. I don’t like seeing you worried,” he said, his voice sincere.

“I appreciate that, Toru. Just… take care of yourself, okay? I need my study partner with me at all times.” I joked, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering tension.

He chuckled and nodded, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer before we continued walking.

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Dinner with Suguru and Shoko turned out to be more fun than I had expected. The restaurant was a cozy place near the edge of town, known for its delicious ramen and lively atmosphere. The walls were adorned with colorful posters and fairy lights, giving the place a warm, welcoming vibe. The inviting aroma of rich broth and sizzling dishes filled the air as we walked in. Shoko was already there, waiting for us at a corner table, waving enthusiastically as soon as she spotted us.

“Hey, you two lovebirds!” she teased, her grin wide and mischievous. Both Toru and I blushed furiously, glancing at each other awkwardly.

“Cut it out, Shoko,” Toru grumbled, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. Despite his annoyance, there was a playful edge to his voice that made me smile.

As we settled in, the conversation flowed easily. Suguru recounted a hilarious story about one of their recent missions, complete with exaggerated impressions and wild gestures. Shoko chimed in with her dry wit, and soon, we were all laughing.

Despite the light-hearted atmosphere, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Toru. His laughter was infectious, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled, and every time he laughed, my heart seemed to flutter a little more. I wondered if he noticed the way I looked at him, or if he felt the same way.

At one point, Toru caught me staring and our eyes locked for a moment longer than usual. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up. Did he know what I was feeling? Did he feel it too?

“You okay?” Toru asked, his voice soft and concerned. He leaned in slightly, his presence calming yet thrilling.

“Yeah, just thinking,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “This place is really nice. Thanks for bringing us here, Shoko.”

“Anytime,” Shoko said with a wink. “I knew we all needed a break. Plus, watching you two dance around each other is the best entertainment.”

“Shoko!” I exclaimed, my face growing even hotter.

“Well, it’s true,” Suguru added with a smirk. “You two have been acting strange ever since we got here. Just saying.”

Toru cleared his throat, looking uncharacteristically flustered. “Alright, enough of that. Let’s just enjoy the food, okay?”

We all laughed, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics. As the night wore on, the laughter and camaraderie made me feel more at ease.

Midway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to steady my racing heart. Why was it so hard to just tell him how I felt? Every time I thought I had the courage, something held me back. Maybe it was fear of rejection, or perhaps the worry that it would change everything between us.

When I returned to the table, I saw Aksana entering the restaurant. She was hard to miss with her striking blond hair and confident stride. As soon as she spotted us, her eyes lit up, and she made a beeline for our table, her gaze zeroing in on Toru.

“Hey, Satoru!” she greeted, her voice overly sweet and completely ignoring the rest of us.

“Aksana,” he acknowledged her with a nod. His usually bright eyes seemed a touch colder, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was annoyed by her sudden appearance.

“Mind if I join you guys?” she asked, not waiting for a response before pulling up a chair next to Toru. She slid into the seat, her proximity to him making my stomach churn.

Suguru and Shoko exchanged glances, sensing the tension immediately. Suguru raised an eyebrow at me, while Shoko gave a small, sympathetic smile. I tried to focus on my food, but Aksana’s presence made it difficult. She leaned in close to Toru, laughing at his jokes in an exaggerated manner and touching his arm whenever she got the chance.

“So, Toru, I heard you had a pretty intense mission today,” Aksana said, her voice dripping with false concern. “You must be exhausted. Maybe I could help you relax later?”

Toru shifted uncomfortably, clearly not enjoying the attention. “I’m fine, really,” he replied, trying to gently brush her off. “Just needed some time with my friends.”

“Oh, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I borrowed you for a bit,” she insisted, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Right, Y/n?”

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Actually, Aksana, we were in the middle of something. Maybe another time?”

Aksana’s eyes flicked to me with what seemed to be disgust, her smile faltering for a split second before she regained her composure. “Oh, of course. I just thought Satoru might like a change of company.”

Suguru, sensing the rising tension, decided to step in. “Actually, we’re all having a really good time together. It’s been a while since we all hung out like this.”

Shoko nodded in agreement, adding, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting us all to hang out again, so tonight seemed like a good night to do so.”

Aksana’s smile was tight, clearly masking her irritation. “Oh, well then, don’t mind me. I’ll just be sitting here, listening to your stories.” Her tone was overly sweet, but the fake smile gave her away.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The food was delicious, and the conversation lively, but Aksana’s presence cast a shadow over the fun. She kept trying to insert herself into our conversations, making pointed comments and giving Toru lingering looks. I even almost lost control of my cursed technique because she kept hugging his arm. And by that I mean the winds started to pick up like crazy outside, causing the doors to blow open, which startled a lot of people. Shoko thankfully brought me back to my senses, but it was still so aggravating to see Aksana practically throw herself on Toru. By the time we left the restaurant, I was feeling more confused and frustrated than ever.

Toru walked me home, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. The night air was cool, and I could feel the tension building with every step. Finally, we reached my doorstep. I turned to him, searching for the right words to express my feelings.

“Toru, I…” I began, my voice trailing off as I looked into his deep blue eyes.

“Yeah?” he prompted, his gaze fixed on mine, full of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place.

Before I could continue, my phone buzzed with a message from Kai. He needed help with the science project again.

Damnit, I forgot we needed to start working on that.

I recalled the scene vividly, etched into my memory like a photograph frozen in time. The classroom hummed with nervousness as Mr. Takahashi dropped the bombshell: a major science project due at the end of the semester…two months away.

—flashback—

“Y/n, you’ll be partnered with Kai,” Sensei Takahashi announced, gesturing towards Kai who was grinning nervously.

Kai’s eyes met mine briefly, and I could sense his relief mixed with a tinge of apprehension. “Looks like it’s you and me,” I said, offering a reassuring smile to calm his nerves.

“Yeah, for the next four months,” Kai replied, his voice tinged with what seemed to be disappointment. I looked towards him and found his eyes looking at someone else. I followed his gaze and saw him staring at another girl in our class, Amai, his expression softening with admiration.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as I noticed Kai's subtle admiration for Amai. It was clear that he had a crush on her, which I thought was adorable.

"W-What?" he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught.

"Nothing, just thinking," I replied casually, suppressing a smile as I reached for a pencil and paper.

"Now, let's start brainstorming some ideas. What do you think we should do our project over?" I initiated, launching into a discussion about potential topics. Despite the distraction of Kai's crush, we delved into a detailed exchange of ideas, weighing the pros and cons of each suggestion.

—end of flashback—

I sighed, feeling torn between my responsibilities and my emotions. This moment was slipping away, just like so many others.

“Never mind,” I said, forcing a smile to hide my disappointment. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Toru nodded, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes that mirrored my own feelings. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

As I watched him walk away, I couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if I had just spoken up. Would he have understood? Would it have changed anything? The weight of my unspoken feelings pressed heavily on my heart. I turned and went inside, trying to shake off the lingering frustration.

That night, as I lay in bed, my mind replayed the evening’s events over and over. Aksana’s blatant attempts to get Toru’s attention, the way his eyes had softened when he looked at me, and the unspoken words that hung between us. It was all too much to process, and sleep came slowly.

*****

The next day at school, I was determined to talk to Toru, to finally clear the air between us. The tension that we had yesterday had been gnawing at me all night, and I couldn't bear another day of uncertainty. I spotted him near his locker, and with a deep breath, I began to make my way over.

As I approached, I noticed Aksana was already there, her laughter echoing through the hallway.

”Oh Toru, you’re really a great guy!” She praised, spotting me in the distance. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she continued to talk to him.

“You know, I actually need help with my homework and I was wondering if you could help me with it now since we have some free time?” She asked. As Toru was about to answer, he spotted you in the corner of his eye and turned towards you, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips, making my heart flutter with anticipation.

I smiled back and quickened my pace, but just as I was about to reach him, Kai stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Y/N, I need to talk to you about something," Kai said urgently, his voice low. Toru's smile faded slightly as he noticed the interruption.

"Well, actually Kai, I'm kind of in the middle of something important," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.

"Please, Y/N. It’s about Amai," Kai insisted, his eyes pleading. He leaned in closer, ensuring our conversation remained private. "I need your help."

Confusion flickered across my face as I looked up at him. Meanwhile, Toru's eyes narrowed, a twinge of jealousy evident as he watched us.

"What's going on, Kai?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the awkward timing.

Kai glanced around nervously before speaking. "I want to ask Amai to the dance, but I have no idea how to do it. I need your help to get to know her better."

I smiled softly at him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Toru's jaw clenched subtly at the sight. "Kai, the dance is still a while away. You have plenty of time to get to know her," I said, trying to calm his nerves.

"But that's the problem. I'm so nervous around her. I need someone to be there when I talk to her. Please, be my wingman," Kai pleaded, his desperation clear. He grabbed my hands, his earnestness almost palpable.

Toru's gaze darkened at the intimate gesture, his jealousy simmering just below the surface. I nodded towards Kai, deciding to help him after I got talk to Toru.

"Okay, I'll help you," I said, squeezing Kai's hands briefly before pulling away. "But wait here for a moment, I need to handle something first."

Before I could take another step, I saw Aksana grab Toru’s arm, her voice still bright and cheerful. “So, Toru, about that homework…” she trailed off, leading him away. My heart clenched slightly as I watched them walk off together.

"Y/N? Is everything alright?" Kai asked, his concern evident.

I sighed, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. "Yeah, let's just go," I replied, my voice heavy with frustration. The chance to clear things up with Toru had slipped away again.

*****

"Wait, I need to talk to—" Toru started, quickly removing Aksana's hand from his arm. He turned around, his eyes searching for me, but he was too late. I was already walking away with Kai.

"Are you alright, Toru? You seem tense," Aksana asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the change in Toru's demeanor.

Toru forced a smile, trying to mask his frustration. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking about some stuff," he replied vaguely, his gaze lingering where I had disappeared with Kai. The sight of me with someone else stirred a mix of regret and irritation within him.

Aksana's eyes followed his, her brow furrowing slightly. "Is everything okay between you two?" she asked gently, her voice soft. Aksana knew what she was doing. She feigned concern, but inside, she relished the friction between us. It was her chance to step in and take my place.

Toru hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It's... complicated," he admitted reluctantly, his thoughts still consumed by my departure with Kai. The unresolved tension gnawed at him, leaving him unsettled.

Aksana nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," she offered, placing a hand on his arm. He quickly removed it, the touch making him uncomfortable.

"Thanks, Aksana," he said, forcing a polite smile. His mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of you, and the conversation he desperately wanted to have.

“So, shall we go to that small little cafe and you can help me with the homework?” She asked.

"Sorry…I gotta go," he added abruptly, his voice strained. Leaving Aksana behind, he walked away, his emotions in turmoil. He needed to clear his head and find a way to resolve the growing tension between you two.

Aksana huffed as she watched the white haired boy leave her alone in the school hallway. She tapped her foot, folding her arms together as if she were in thought.

“Looks like I need to play harder…”

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Part III coming soon!

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jamespotterismydaddy · 1 day

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Lord Husband (Chapter 11)

cregan stark x reader

A/N: the amount of time it took me to release a new chapter is criminal. So sorry yall 😭

WORD COUNT: 1,292 words

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You find yourself watching him sometimes. You don’t mean to and you never did in the first few weeks of your marriage but recently, you’ve found it difficult to keep your eyes away. He trains in the morning, before he settles into his Lord’s duties and though you’re more of a late sleeper, you woke early to observe him.

He moves less with grace and more with brutish strength, but that hardly means that he’s any less of an adept swordsman; he’s skillful with every swing. It’s different to the way your brothers fight. His style is more distinctly… northern.

You don’t wince for the man he knocks to the ground, Ser Brandon does a little as he stands dutifully behind you. You don’t necessarily care for brutish swordplay but you understand the importance of the fact that your husband is as feared as he is loved. The beginning of an inkling arises that perhaps it was the cleverest match your mother could have made. You don’t need his protection by any means (you ride a massive fucking dragon) but you find comfort in the fact that only a fool would even consider attempting to attack Winterfell and the man you call husband.

“Could you best Lord Stark in a battle?” You don’t look at Brandon but he knows the question is for him.

“I don’t believe many men could, princess.”

“Perhaps I need a new sworn protector then.” You say playfully.

“I think you already have the best protector.” He says but there are no traces of cockiness in his voice.

“You think highly of yourself, Ser.” You reply with a chuckle.

“I did not mean myself.” His gaze is on Cregan, just as yours was only moments ago.

You perhaps wish to scold him for the remark but you know he didn’t actually say anything out of line. It was a complimentary comment, even if he knew it would irk you. You spend a moment thinking of just how irritating the man is when Cregan’s eyes look up from his sparring and catch yours.

Fuck.

“(y/n)!” He calls out to you with a smile, finding it hard not to be excited by your presence. Were you out here just to watch him?

“Cregan.” You greet in return, finally appreciating his many requests to call him by his name.

“What brings you here at such an early hour?” He asks but it's clear by the look on his face that he knows the answer. Though, you had a plan for this.

“I’m going for a ride. Sȳndror grows restless.” He takes you in now. You are fully dressed in riding leathers.

“So early? The air has a bite in it in the morning.” He tests, wanting so badly to be proven right about his thoughts that you’re here for him.

“Like I said, my dragon is restless.”

“I did not think an unchained beast with all the freedom in the land could be… restless.”

You quirk a brow at his almost teasing manner. “He wouldn’t stray far from me. He doesn’t trust the North.”

“Ah, I see.” Disappointment.

“Would you like to meet him, my lord?” You use the honourific as you speak to him now, his name having left a… taste on your tongue.

“Meet… your dragon? The one they call the Hellion?” He looks a little nervous now. You tend to like making men slightly fearful.

“Yes of course.” You give him a sweet smile, one that hides just a touch of menace. “My Hellion.”

“Is he um good with strangers?”

“Sometimes.” You say, giving him a curious look, head cocked just slightly to the side.

“And this would please you?” He asks delicately.

He would do this just because it pleased you?

“Greatly so.” He straightens up and stands taller now, mustering all the courage that he can.

“Then I would be honoured to meet your mount.”

What a fun delight this is then. You think to yourself as you call for your horses so the both of you can ride to where you believe you saw Sȳndror resting.

You can sense the nerves rising in the man who’s just behind you on his own steed as you get closer and closer to the dragon.

The poor fool.

When you finally stop to tie the horses, the bravery that he had just managed to scrape together is now pooled in his gut and gnawing at his insides.

“Don’t run from him.” You say as you dismount. “He’ll think you’re prey.”

When you look back at Cregan, he’s practically shaking in his boots, face drained of colour as his eyes gaze across the beast that lies in front of you. The winged monster is massive, nearly as big as Caraxes, which is a great feat for a creature so young.

You take pity on your poor husband and hold your hand out for him to take. “He won’t hurt you if he thinks the flames would even slightly graze me, so just stay close.”

He grasps your hand, trying hard not to squeeze more tightly than comfortable. You lead him up the hill slowly, giving Sȳndror time to take the new guest in. His blackened eyes show curiosity at the man you bring him. He sniffs the air, the blood of the boy smells nothing like yours; this is the first non-relative you’ve presented to him. Should he eat the human?

“Lykiri, Sȳndror. Se vala iksis iā raqiros.” Be calm, Sȳndror. The man is a friend.

Not dinner then.

You walk closer to the dragon with Cregan very slowly and then take his hand to lift it up until its pressed against Sȳndror’s shoulder. You can feel the animal's heavy breaths through Cregan’s palm. Each one is almost enough to throw you off balance. S��ndror looks back at the two of you, deciding if he’s alright with the puny human laying hands on him.

“I never thought…” Lord Stark starts, “I never could have imagined that I could touch a dragon and live to tell the tale.”

“You might not.” You muse wistfully and he looks at you with an alarmed expression. “A jest.” You say with a teasing smile.

Cregan swallows the lump in his throat. “Mhm.”

“It feels powerful, doesn’t it?”

“It feels unnatural.” He says in a breath.

Unnatural?

“Like I don’t have the right to touch him while you… you command him.”

“Command is the wrong word.” You state. “Dragons aren’t horses. They won’t submit to being possessed.” You know you’re saying too much. Your family gains an illustrious reputation from the illusion. It’s not for you to bring down the veil. “But my blood binds him to me. Targaryens claimed that power.”

“And you chose to share that with me.” He states.

“I have demonstrated that to you.” You correct him with a less personal verb.

“I am grateful nonetheless.” He replies, knowing that if he gets too comfortable with his words, you’ll close off to him.

“Hmm… you’re welcome.” You at least give him that much. “I will take to the skies now.” The words are terribly abrupt. “You should go; the air channeled through his wings is enough to knock a grown man off his feet.”

“Of course.” Cregan gives you a nod. “Perhaps you might dine with me tonight?” He asks and the question takes you off guard slightly.

“Perhaps.”

He takes your unsure answer as the win that it is and gives you one of his silly grins before he walks back to his horse. As you climb onto Sȳndror, you feel that strange feeling in your stomach, the one you get when your dragon dives so fast that you’re practically free falling. You just can’t figure out why.

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yuesya · 2 days

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COME TO ME, [ ]!

The caged bird jolts from its chained perch, eyes flying open at the call from the Master. A summons. Fear and nervousness flutter together in an unsettling swirl inside the pit of its stomach; the master sounds angry, furious, and that’s not a good sign.

Then, Anemo energy crackles up around the bird-demon of its own volition; the Master who owns it has called for it, and so it must answer.

… Whether it wishes to, or not. For the Master holds its name, and so the body obeys swiftly, even when the mind hesitates. Even when the mind screams and refuses–

The Master’s orders are absolute.

I want to die.

Anemo energy whips around his bruised, bleeding body. Then the entire world turns on its head and shifts, and the bird is no longer inside its cage, nestled deep within the caverns of a mountain where light does not reach. Instead–

Light. The sun is blinding, and the surrounding wind howls like an enraged storm.

(Blood lingers in the air, so thick that the bird can almost taste it upon its tongue.)

Battle-honed instinct immediately draws a spear into its hands, blocking the swing of a sword before it can even take stock of its surroundings. But the force behind the sword is unexpectedly strong, and the bird finds itself thrown to the side, violently flung away–

I want to die.

TO ME, [ ], YOU USELESS WRETCH.

The bird gasps, pain exploding across its abdomen as it’s forcibly summoned in front of the Master to block the blade with its body. For the first time, the bird is able to take a proper look at its attacker –the Master’s enemy– and they’re–

Wearing the shape of an adolescent girl, with long white hair and blue eyes that shine with an unearthly light–

A god.

There’s no mistake. Their essence is the same as its master’s. That’s a god.

And clearly, a powerful one.

The girl-god’s blade is dripping with blood –and the bird finally realizes the reason for it. Around them, the bodies of the Master’s other thralls lie broken and bleeding; some of them dead, others on the verge of death. Even the Master –the Master is bleeding, clutching at the bloody stump of a severed arm that drips black ichor onto the ground.

The bird stares at the young god. Blue eyes regard it dispassionately in return.

I want to die.

“You know what to do, my little bird,” the Master snarls from behind it. “Stall it using every means at your disposal. Do not allow her to harm me.”

I want to die.

[ ], defend me.

The bird jolts, and darts forward immediately at its master’s command. A new spear materializes beneath its hands, and it stabs forward. The weapon lances through the air, Anemo energy rippling around it in a wild vortex–

But the winds dissipate before they can reach the young, nameless god. Who simply raises her blade again and easily cuts through the god-killing metal of the very spear that the bird holds. Clang, clang. The broken halves of the spear do not last long beneath the sharpness of the nameless god’s sword, and the bird finds itself staring down the pointed end of that crimson blade.

I want to die.

[ ], fight with all your strength.

The bird screams. Anemo energy surges up around it, but it’s not the pain of uncontrollable winds slicing into its flesh that causes it to scream, but instead the sensation of a clawed hand digging in and crushing its soul, forcing it to obey fight kill devour–

The bird flies forward, slamming into the nameless god with sharp talons, losing grip on its human shape. Bloodied, mangled wings beat behind it, feathers as sharp as knives.

It’s no use. The bird is unable to leave so much as even a single scratch on the nameless god, whose expression does not once change towards it.

… Please let me die.

“It is finished!” The Master proclaims, triumph threaded through their words. No, no, no! “Powerful though you might be, you are but a youngling, unknowing of arcane magics beyond your comprehension. Upon mine authority, the Mistress of Dreams hereby commands you: Henceforth, you shall faithfully obey your Lord and devotedly serve the Master of your soul, Decarabian!”

#Writing #zenith of stars au #guili au #au of an au #this is an au of the mondstadt au #in which balor wanders into liyue instead of staying in mondstadt region #has a not so friendly encounter with a local god #then again #it's debatable whether balor herself is very friendly either #xiao pov #at a loose estimate there are two other parts to this scene #we'll see if i ever get around to them haha

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engstlersslut · 10 hours

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Take It Out On Me│ E. Engstler

pairing: emily engstler x reader genre: fluff, smut warnings: 18+ material word count: 1.8k summary: with the stress of the season weighing on her, emily has been in a mood and you let her take her frustration out on you

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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With back-to-back losses for the Mystics and the lack of playing time, to say Emily had been frustrated would be an understatement. She'd come home from practice every day, exhausted and even more moody than the day before. Slamming cabinets and doors, sluggishly moving through her evening routines, being short during conversations, setting things down with more force than necessary. It was evident in her actions and every breath she took. Nothing you said or could say seemed to improve her mood. At a loss, you tried to just give her some space, but when that didn't seem to help either, you decided to try and talk to her about it again.

"Em?" You spoke softly from where you were cuddled into her side on the couch. "Are you okay?"

She had been quiet since she returned home from another long day of practice. Dinner was eaten in a tense silence and after that, you both settled in the living room to watch TV before bed, still not speaking much.

"I'm fine, babe." She responded, trying to hold back a heavy sigh and failing.

"Are you sure?" You pried gently, attempting to coax her into letting you in on her feelings.

"Yes. Now could you stop asking and just watch the show?" She snapped at you, causing you to release a sigh of your own.

"I'm sorry." She apologized, shaking her head and adjusting her position to lean forward, elbows resting on her knees. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine." She argued. "You didn't deserve that."

"You're frustrated. I get it." You empathized, running a gentle hand down her back. "I just want you to talk to me."

"I'm just frustrated as hell." She huffed. "We've lost every game so far and I'm busting my ass every day at practice only to be a benchwarmer. I'm trying to be a supportive teammate, and I really am proud of the hard work everyone is putting in despite all of the setbacks, but it sucks."

"I know." You nodded.

"I'm trying my best to stay level-headed, but I just have so much pent-up stress and I need to blow off some steam. I just don't know how."

"Take it out on me, then."

"What?" She turned her head to look back at you where you rested against the couch.

"Take it out on me. Use me to let out some of that stress and frustration." You shrugged as if it was no big deal, which to you it wasn't.

"How?"

"How do you think?" You gave your best seductive smirk as you stood from the couch and stripped off your shirt. Tossing it at your dumbfounded girlfriend, you began to slowly step backwards towards the direction of your shared bedroom. "Only if you're up for it."

"Don't start something you can't handle." She spoke, the look in her eyes darkening as she, too, stood from where she sat.

"Who says I can't?" You cocked your head in challenge, a teasing glint in your eyes as she stepped closer.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked as you now stood chest-to-chest. One of her tattooed hands trailed up to wrap around your neck, applying light pressure. "Because I can't promise I'll be gentle."

"Do your worst."

Those three words were all she needed to hear before her lips crashed down on yours eliciting a breathy moan from you. Her tongue immediately found its way into your mouth at the given opportunity, initiating a battle for dominance, which she easily won. After a few moments of roughly, yet passionately, making out, she pulled away.

"Go to the bedroom and strip." She whispered, lips brushing yours as she spoke. "I want you on the bed and naked when I get in there." Nodding, you pulled out of her embrace and turned to make your way to the room.

You weren't sure how long you waited in anticipation, but it felt like ages before she finally appeared, a cup of water in hand. Her eyes held a predatory gaze as she made her way around to her side of the bed, keeping her eyes on you as she placed the cup on the nightstand. Without a word, she turned around, finally breaking the intense eye contact, and disappeared again. She quickly emerged from your walk-in closet holding a black box. Setting it to the side, she grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed.

"Fuck," She let out breathlessly as she dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, examining the wetness between your thighs. "The things you do to me."

You let out a quiet gasp as she ran her thumb along your slit gently, collecting some of your arousal before putting her thumb in her mouth and releasing moan at the taste.

"Look at how wet you are, baby." She said as she swiped her index finger through your folds and raised it to show you.

Grabbing her hand, you brought it to your mouth to taste yourself. You held her gaze as you sucked on her finger, moaning as you did so. With a low groan rising from her throat, she yanked her hand away and moved to throw your legs over her shoulders. With a death grip on your thighs, she dove in, devouring you.

Her pace was fast and sloppy but so, so good. Her tongue teased your entrance while her nose nudged your clit. She had you seeing stars in no time. She'd barely started yet you were already teetering on the edge of your first orgasm of the night. Moving her mouth back up to suck on your swollen clit, she lifted her hand and sunk two of her long fingers in without any warning. The loud moan you let out had her smirking against you.

"That's it, baby." She cooed up at you. "Be loud for me. Let everyone know how good I make you feel." Her words encouraged another loud moan from you. "Good girl."

"I-I'm close, Em." You panted through your moans, back arching off the bed. "Please don't stop."

She didn't say anything in response but she didn't need to. Her actions said it all when she fastened her pace, bending and twisting her fingers, effortlessly finding that soft, spongy spot inside of you that sent you over the edge. Hand flying down to hold her head in place as she sucked your clit back into her mouth, you let out a sound that bordered on a scream as the bubble that had formed in you finally burst. She slowed her pace to help you ride out your high before finally coming to a stop and pulling away.

You felt your body melt into the mattress as you came down, chest heaving with every deep breath you took. Your eyes drifted to Emily as you lay there, body already spent, watching as she finally stripped down out of her own clothes.

"Like what you see, ma?" She smirked at you with a wink, grabbing the black box she had set aside.

"Always." You smiled back at her flirty remark, watching her movements intently as she pulled out her strap and vibrator.

"What's your color?" She asked as inserted her vibrator and put on the strap.

"Green." You replied.

"Good."

Climbing onto the bed and settling between your thighs, she leaned forward to connect her lips with yours. Distracting you with a fierce and passionate kiss, she turned on the vibrator and slowly sank into you. As the last inch pushed in, you broke the kiss and threw your head back against the pillows. With the combination of the vibrations and the fullness that you felt, you were already reeling from the pleasure.

You moaned in unison as she began to thrust into you, pace quickly turning brutal. Leaning down until her chest met yours, she attached her lips to yours again before making her way down. She stopped once her lips met your neck, biting, kissing, and sucking, surely leaving marks.

"Baby," You moaned, hand tangling in her hair that was falling out of her ponytail. "I-I think I'm gonna come."

"Hold it." She ordered.

"I c-can't." You whimpered, unshed tears blurring your vision.

"Yes, you can." She grunted, hips slamming into yours harder. "Be a good girl and hold it for me. I'm almost there."

Your body writhed beneath her as you both panted and moaned at the intense feelings. Your hands scraped down her back, legs locking around her waist.

"Em, please." You begged, after a few more harsh thrusts. "I can't hold it anymore."

"Okay." She panted. "Come for me." That was all she needed to say as you arched up into her, hands gripping her biceps. Loud moans filled the room as you both let go.

Emily pulled out soft and slow as your body fell limp against the bed. She soon joined you after removing her strap and vibrator. Your chests rose and fell in unison as you both tried to catch your breath. The room was comfortably quiet as you lay there, hands finding each other before intertwining.

After a few minutes of basking in the aftermath of the events that had taken place, Emily got up and walked into the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. You could hear her moving around and then the sound of water running. After about ten minutes, she returned and scooped you up into her arms.

"What are you doing?" You asked head resting on her shoulder.

"I drew us a bath."

She set you down in the warm water before climbing in behind you and pulling your back to rest against her chest. Her hands ran through your hair gently and as she relaxed with you in her arms.

"Was I too rough?" She asked, a content sigh leaving her lips and the remaining tenseness in her muscles melted away.

"No," You replied. "You were perfect." She hummed in response.

"Thank you." She spoke softly, eyes shut and head leaned back to rest of the edge of the bathtub.

"For what?"

"For supporting me. For always finding ways to make me feel better. For loving me."

"You don't have to thank me for any of those things, babe." You shook your head as best as you could with her hands still tangled in your hair. "That's what I'm here for. I would do absolutely anything for you, whether you asked me to or not."

"I know, but I feel like I don't express my gratitude enough. You put up with a lot from me and I am beyond grateful for you." She leaned down, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders. "I really got lucky with you."

"I think I'm the lucky one here." You smiled at her loving words and gestures. "You are an amazing human being and an even more amazing girlfriend. I love you so much it hurts."

"Well, I love you more." She nipped at your ear playfully.

"Doubtful." You replied.

"Is that a challenge?" She chuckled as she flicked water at the side of your face. "If so, I'm prepared to win."

"I wouldn't expect any less." You giggled at her antics.

"Good." She smiled before crashing her lips onto yours.

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a/n: this is my longest fic yet. also, it's my first time writing smut EVER (or at least attempting to), so bear with me.

#emily engstler #emily engstler smut #emily engstler x reader #emily engstler imagine #washington mystics #wnba #wnba basketball #isa.writes

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toastyrobos · 3 days

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**Unexpected swim leads to something more**

Hunter x Female reader

Word count: 4.6k

((Relaxing on Naboo after several back to back stressful missions, the team finally gets a break. Hunter takes you somewhere. One thing leads to another and things start to turn steamy and heated very quickly))

⚠️Warnings: NSFW, smut, fem receiving, eating reader out, P in V, praising⚠️

"Finally!". You breathed out, your shoulders relaxing as you felt all the stress of the last few weeks wash off of you.

"I would agree". Tech said beside you as you stepped off the Marauder. "Some rest and a change of scenery will help to refocus our mind's cognitive function. Not to mention-"

Wrecker shoved past the intelligent clone. "Yeah yeah. Nobody cares. Let's party!"

Tech scowled at his reckless brother as he raced the sharpshooter to the secluded pools on the outskirts of the Naboo.

We had been dragged from one battlefield to another for several weeks and it was starting to take a toll on us. Cody took notice and ordered us to take some time away from the front lines. The boys seemed reluctant to do so. Especially Wrecker.

He lived for the thrill of war and getting to blow up battle droids. Or clankers as most clones referred to them as. Though you were not a clone, you spent enough time around them that you started doing it too.

You on the other hand welcomed some time away. It would do you all some good. Not to mention it would give you and certain Sergeant some time alone.

And speaking of the devil, you felt a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your waist and a loving kiss grace your cheek. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning into him. The moment becoming pure instincts. The smell of his pinewood musk hit your nostrils in such a way that tickled.

Hunter was well aware of what his smell did to you. The same way yours greatly affected him, and his ability to function in any sort of means. To some your smell would be dull, but to him it was the perfect mixture.

"Finally". Hunter breathed out. His body relaxing, not just from the prospect of a vacation, but from being engulfed by your presence.

You nodded. "It's been too long". You breathed out, settling into him. It most certainly had. All of you had been craving for a break and thank the stars that it was upon you. You had been impatiently waiting for this just as much as Hunter had. You planned on taking full advantage of it.

And it appeared that Hunter already had. Or that he had something in mind. By the looks of it he wore a smile across his lips and had a nervous glint in his eyes. As if he were up to something.

"Hunter? What's wrong?" You questioned him, twisting your body around in his embrace. Face to face you could see that he indeed had something up his sleeve. You could practically see the gears going around in his head.

He wasted no time in answering your curiosity.

"There's something I want to show you". He said. "May I?"

You simple nodded and slide your hand into his outstretched one. The curious part of you wanting to indulge in what he had to share with you. Besides you knew Hunter would never hurt you nor take you anywhere that wasn't secure.

Hand in hand, he led the two of you away from the ramp of the Marauder and down a trail that ran along the edge of the river bank. Naboo was such a wondrous planet. From the rich lush greenery, to the dazzling turquoise blue waters.

It came as no surprise to you that many came here to get away. It was truly was an actually paradise. And you still were in shock that you were here.

It wasn't long before a system of caves started to creep its way up on the two of you. Quickly becoming the walls of your intended path. The descent down was painstakingly slow, however.

You trusted Hunter fully. However that didn't stop your mind from wandering to the most terrifying of scenarios. Every few minutes Hunter would glance over his shoulder to see if you were alright. And each time you looked back at him, meeting his gaze, letting him know that you were with him.

You would always be fully with him. You loved him and you were positively certain he loved you back. He may have not outrightly said it, but you felt it in the way he kissed you, in the way he cared for you. Somethings didn't need to be exchanged to be true.

To be real.

They just were.

Suddenly he came to a halt. Your stumbled a bit into his armored back. "Where are we?"

"Close your eyes". Was he response. You raised a brow. A strange request. What was he up to.

"Are you sure?" You questioned him.

"Do you trust me?"

You scoffed. Of course you did. You trusted him completely. "Always Hunter".

"Then please close your eyes, mesh'la and let me guide you". The way he so tenderly, yet forcefully like a commander spoke that term made your heart flutter and you immediately shut your lids.

"Led on then, I guess". And so he did. Your feet moved a few more feet into the cave before the two of you abruptly stopped again. You no longer felt Hunter's body in front of you. In fact you couldn't him anywhere near you and grew alarmed.

"Hunter?" Your voice took on a more panic tone as you twisted your head every which way slightly.

"It's alright". The sound of his voice immediately calmed your racing heartbeat. "Open your eyes".

You obeyed him and the sight before your very eyes was beyond incredible. You audibly gasped at what you were seeing.

Somehow in the deepest reaches of this cave was a hidden oasis. The clearest blue water you had ever laid eyes on reflected back at you. It covered the entirety of the cavern floor and sitting opposite of it was an extraordinary created waterfall.

Complimenting it all was the rich purple stalagmites forming from the ceiling. Dripping down as if they were made from thousands of tiny gemstones forged together. It was a display like nothing you had ever seen before. It was something out of a dream.

You whipped your body to where he voice was coming from. "Oh Hunter its beaut—"

You instantly froze up at the sight of Hunter bare chested. The pieces of his upper armor discarded on the floor beside him. You felt like you couldn't breath as you unintentional raked your eyes over his very well built physique.

You were quite aware of how toned he was. As evident by how his blacks clung to the forms of his muscles. But that was his blacks. This...this was different and you couldn't control how your body was reacting to it. Neither could Hunter as he took a step towards you.

"Your right". He answered low. Oh by the maker was someone testing you. "Shall we?"

"Sh-shall we what?" You stuttered over the simple words. To which made Hunter chuckle. The deep rumble of his laugh awakening something in you.

"Go for a swim". He answered drifting towards the edge of the pool.

Your response was immediate. "O-okay". You were quick to cover your mouth with your hands. There was no hesitation in your voice. Even with the stumbling you knew what you wanted. What going for a swim could mean.

What it could potentially lead to.

However it didn't frighten you. You trusted Hunter with your life. Even more then that, you trusted him to not hurt you nor push you to do anything you weren't comfortable with doing. He could be rough around the edges, in both appearance and stance, but he was nothing less of a gentleman.

Thus he took to finish undressing first. His movements slow, yet with a purpose behind them. As if he was putting on a show just for you. His forearms bending in ways that made you bit your lower lip as he slipped his blacks completely off.

Seeing Hunter completely bare and exposed before you, on full display turned everything on its head. Everything in the cave shifted in that instance. The atmosphere had changed. Morphed into something more lust filled. Passionate in nature.

You were aware of it and as his eyes searched yours, he was aware of it too. The extreme pattering of your heart, the heat painting your cheeks. He witnessed all aspects of how he had affected you.

You wasted no time in undressing. Pealing layer after layer off until a pile of tossed aside clothes gathered at your feet. Nothing left to shield you from Hunter's intensive gaze as it raked over every curve of your body. Hitting places that, upon just a mere glance heated your body wildly.

Having captured his full attention made you feel both shy and brave at the same time. Shy for this was your first time bare before another human, especially one of the opposite sex.

Brave too because you had undressed in front of him and had greatly enjoyed the thrill of it. Of commanding Hunter's full focus. He was a sergeant on the battlefield. He commanded his men. But now, however, he was the submissive. Even if for only for a little moment, but you reveled in it.

You slowly descended into the lukewarm water inch by inch. His irises following the dip of your figure. He was absolutely captivated by your beauty. And once he got ahold of you he would make sure to show you just how much your presence encaged him. If you would allow him the chance.

You waded into the water until it came to rest upon the curve of your collarbone. The feeling of it felt so refreshing and spectacular on the roughness of your skin.

It was Hunter's approach, however that made your body nearly tremble from anticipation, painstakingly so. He reached out and glided his hand along the curve of your neck. Tingles of warmth sprinkled across your skin where he touched.

"Your so beautiful". He whispered ever so softly.

"So are you". You uttered before you could even give it a second thought. Realization of what you had just said made you slap a hand over your mouth.

Kriff.

Hunter chuckled at your mirrored compliment. "Thank you. Glad to know you feel that way about me".

You stared up at him. "Of course I do Hunter". You stated. "You are truly beautiful".

His lips parted slightly before he reached his hand up to title your chin up. "Then you must be truly extraordinary cyar'ika". The low rumble was doing things to the lower half of your stomach. Your legs twitched, making you have to squeeze them together.

When your bare back hit the rock wall behind you, that was when the full gravitas of the situation came crashing down on you. However it didn't deter you. Nor stop you from what was unfolding before the two of you.

Hunter's lean chest brushing up against yours. The subtle rise and fall your own chest. The tips of them ever so lightly touching him. Something the both of you, but especially Hunter, we're well aware of.

His tongue ran over his bottom lip. He craved you. Was dying to touch you in such ways, achingly so. Feel you up against every inch of his body. Molding you until you fit perfectly flushed into his.

You now shyly avoided his hungry gaze. Feeling as though you'd completely melt under it. Your heart beating rapidly inside your chest.

Intense make out sessions with Hunter closed up in his room, aboard the Havoc were not uncommon. The opposite was true in fact. Most nights you two found your bodies colliding together in heated kisses. But it was only ever that. Never had it ever crossed that point. Never had the two of you been naked before the other.

If that wasn't enough to make your heart race a million beats per second, it was the very notion that Hunter could hear it. Could feel what his close proximity was doing to you. To your body. But that also meant that your own close proximity was deeply affecting him.

The seductive dance of his roaming eyes, how his hands hovered barely over your lower hips now. Anxious to latch onto them and pull you into him. Feel those sensual parts of yours on his. The urges beginning to become too much for him.

By the maker he was burning up from just looking at you. Under his heated gaze you too were starting to unravel.

"Hunter...." The heat radiating off your bodies was palpable. Swirling around in the air around you. Waiting to ignite.

"We don't have to you". As much as he wanted to touch you in that way. Have you in that way. He understood if you weren't ready or if you weren't comfortable with what was happening. "I don't want you to feel pressured to—"

With a sudden burst of courage you wrapped your arms around his neck. The distance between you two was now nonexistent.

"Hunter". The fall of his name from your lips caused his body to quake. Maker he was so in love with you. "It's okay".

Again Hunter searched your face. "Are you sure? I don't think I'll be able to stop once I've tasted you—"

"Then don't".

That was all he needed to pounce. The fire between you finally becoming too overwhelming. His hands forcefully took hold of your hips. Pressing them into his. While his rough lips collided with yours in a feverish passion. A light gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his growing member brushing up against your waist. Allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tasting the waters to see how far you'd allow him to go. It was a sensation all new to you, but one that you did not shy away from.

Admittedly you wanted him. As much as he had wanted you. You had longed for a time for Hunter to take you in his arms and explore your body.

Though you were unexperienced in that field, unlike Hunter. You had no doubts that he would make the endeavor worth the wait.

Certain you were that there would be pockets of pain and uncomfortableness. That didn't matter. You were ready to give yourself fully over to him. Ready for him to take the last piece of yourself that was meant for him.

Whatever door the two of you had opened wasn't going to shut so easily now. You didn't care though. You wanted this.

Wanted Hunter.

The way his lips drifted along the curve of your jaw, his kisses piercing not just your fragile skin, but also your soul made you body shiver from those simple touches alone. Your body was warming up more and more with each feverish kiss.

You could feel his senses losing more and more control with the roaming of his hands on your back. Especially when his hands traveled lower, cupping your backside. The force with how he gripped it was powerful and it made your body ache. More so when you could fully feel his member poking just barely into your entrance. Making you audibly gasp out loud.

Exposed flesh that vulnerable brushing up against one another was a sensation that enraptured you. And Hunter had witnessed it. And as desperately as he wanted to continue, he wanted your confirmation again. Wanted to be sure that this is what you absolutely wanted. For there was no going back after this deed was done.

Pausing, he looked deep in your eyes. "Are you sure you truly want this—"

You placed a finger over his starting to swell lips. "Yes, Hunter". You answered him. "I want you. I've never been more sure of anything".

Hearing from your lips that you had no second thoughts about this, Hunter flashed a devilish grin. Then he crashed his lips back on yours.

One of his hands slithered up to cup your chest. His inked fingers twirled around the sensitive part of your nipple, teasing and working you, eliciting grander and grander whimpers from your caged mouth. By the maker he would be your undoing. Fortunately for you, he was just beginning to pleasure you. His next action nearly made your body combust.

After playing around with your exposed chest, he wasted no time in putting his next act into motion. With quick work he pulled you completely flush to him. The minute that happened his flesh sunk deep into you. Crying out immediately in pure bliss, your head fell back from the sensation now inside you. Your body shook and jolted from such extraordinary pressure. The walls of your center pulsing, clenching onto it.

"That's it". He groaned into your neck as he started a pace. It started out slow and steady, eliciting soft whimpers from you. Allowing time for you to grow comfortable to this new sensation. As well as the size of him. It was painful at first, like you had imagined. A small stinging cut. But soon the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes vanished, replaced by a twisting and numbing feeling beginning to blossom in the deepest parts of your core.

"Hunter.." you moaned out his name without even realizing it.

Your thoughts were not coherent anymore. For Hunter surging forward again had quickened his pace. Bucking his hips again and again into your sweet spot. Each of his thrust rolling back deeper and deeper. Hitting sweet spot after sweet spot. You could feel your body beginning to engulf into flames. Nearing the spot that you knew would send you over the edge.

The freedom you felt in this moment was nothing like how you dreamt it would be like. No. Not in your wildest fantasy had you imagined it would feel like this. The rush of pleasure racing throughout your veins was electrifying and you craved more. We're literally begging for it as he slammed his hips back into you. Another burst of moans erupted from your mouth. Beats of sweat dripping down the side of your face.

"That's it". He praised you. "Let everyone know that your mine".

If you didn't know any better, you were certain it was his plan to fuck you until you were past the point of seeing stars. And somehow that delighted you.

"My girl". He whispered gutturally against your skin. Maker was his voice like pure silk.

If his thrust hadn't started to unravel you then his sensual commands alone would surely do the trick. You raked your hands through his locks as he continued to grind his hips into you. Your lower half riding him with such vigor as the tension was building and building. Moans of his own pleasure were coated out of Hunter as you both kept a rather steady pace. Him, however, still having the upper hand. Bringing the most euphoric pleasure to you.

The fire had started out as a kindling, but as the passions and desires were explored, an inferno raged forth. Spreading throughout your veins and moving down to your aching core. Hunter being the reason for all of it.

He did not leave even an inch of your body untouched. Your fingernails dug into his muscular back as you arched yourself toward him. Your whole being was overwhelmed by his owns passions as he filled you up with them.

That not being the only thing he filled you up with. He took his time worshiping every nook, cranny, and curve of your luscious figure. Claiming your body with his hands. His lips. Leaving no stone unturned. Your cries of emotional ecstasy all the answers he needed. A fever ran over you and the only cure was Hunter.

And he was more then happy to oblige you and that's what he did. The pressure of him inside you was becoming overwhelming and you knew you were at your breaking point. Hunter being able to sense it and his own threatening to blow, he made the quick decision to hasten his pace. Faster then before, he made haste with a raw force. Building the tension even more. The rope near it's breaking point now more then ever. Exciting you so much more however.

Drunk on his dominate fire. The hot steamy aura he exuded from within you thrilled him. Pushed him over the edge as he pushed you near your very own oblivion. You were nearly there. Both of you could feel it. Hunter had you right where he wanted you. A delectable mess. Caused by his own satisfaction. But all his.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, the tension snapped. Your figure jolted into him and a thunderous cry poured out of you.

Your vision turned dizzy and suddenly all you could see were rivers of stars.

Instantly your body relaxed into Hunter's embrace. Beats of sweat trailed down both your naked bodies, but neither of you cared. Too busy still riding the high from your shared passionate expedition. Panting shaky breaths exchanged between the two of you as his hands still gripped onto your waist.

In that moment you realized nothing could compare to Hunter buried deep inside you. The feeling of your walls clenched around him. Painting you with his feverish longing. Oh maker did you want him to take you again. Make you see stars until you passed out from pure bliss. Even if there was a slight pain in the beginning, It was well worth it. Now that you experienced such an intense and wonderful exquisite thing, you weren't ever going back.

No.

Your extracted arousal by his hands, permeated the air and filled his nostrils. Devouring his senses and making him hunger for your taste once again. You saw his eyes darken and licked your lips. The devout passion, piercing euphoric thrusts and fire inducing kisses....maker you burning from the inside for more.

More of him.

The inescapable hunger pooling in his eyes made you positive that he wanted it just as much. No words were exchanged between the two of us as Hunter scooped you up and laid your body onto the cold hard floor of the cave. You wrapped your legs around his backside while he hovered over you. His bulky figure caging you in and stars above did it entice you. The thrill of what heights he could send you to next.

Aiming himself up to your entrance with haste, this time no little tease, he descended into you. Again you cried out. Still on the high from before. Hands snaked around his shoulder blades, dragging down his back as he brought you to life.

Pumping into you this time rougher and oh maker was it incredible. Back arched, fingers teasing. For a moment you swore that before he was holding himself back. Perhaps he was for your benefit. Maybe that was a good thing. Especially for your first time. But now he was a ferocious beast come to life. Devouring his prey with a fury.

But he wouldn't let you be brought to sweet release this time. At least in this position. Oh no. The sergeant had other plans. If he would allow such delicious release from you by his hands a second time, he would taste it on his tongue.

"Your so breathtaking". He purred dipping his head further and further down your body. Oh maker he was going to unravel you if he kept this rhythm. His very intention.

And when his head found its way between your legs, you were done for. A melted mess on the rock floor. The swipe of his tongue on the walls of your center was all too much. How could such a small thing cause such a reaction? But did it. Oh how it did.

Guttural cry after cry escaped from you as his tongue took you to new heights. Exploring every surface and tasting places you thought not possible. He was a desperate animal on the hunt and you were his own grand personal feast.

And oh how he feasted. Your body quaking with each flick of his tongue over a new surface. Each new sensation he brought you closer and closer to. Waves of ecstasy pouring over you with each taste he took from you. Never had you felt such intoxicating emotions before, but you were dying to feel more. To which Hunter was more then happy to oblige.

He, himself was drunk off the taste of you. Savoring each and every drop of you. Never being able to get enough. Judging by the fever pace he set between your thighs. Wanting to taste you in his tongue sooner rather then later.

"You feel so good". He cooed. "You taste so good mesh'la". Tension was building more and more in the pit of your stomach. Release was near.

"Hunter..." you cried out in pure euphoric bliss. "Oh god...". You could feel yourself coming undone.

Taking advantage of it, with one deep forceful strike Hunter pushed you over the edge a second time. Stars exploded across your vision at the same time Hunter starting lapping up his delightful reward.

Maker, did you taste so damn delicious on his tongue. How had he gone this long without this sweetness on it? Simultaneously you were thinking how had you gone this long without letting him ravage you? As shy and reserved as you normally were, this shared experience made you feel electrified.

"You did good". Hunter praised you, crawling up the front of your exhausted sweat stained figure. The two of you left panting. Out of breath. Your chest raised and fell in unsteady succession as he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair. Visible shaken as Hunter curled you into him.

"By the maker Hunter". You couldn't think clearly, but you had to tell him just how much you greatly enjoyed that.

By your body language though, he already had a hunch. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself cyar'ika". He pressed another kiss to your hair.

"I did". You quickly answered before turning over to face him. "Thank you Hunter. I love you".

He beamed, a small smile curling on the edge. "It was my pleasure love". Leaning in he brushed his lips over yours. "I love you too".

He brushed a single strand of your long hair out of your face. "Are you in any pain?"

You smiled sheepishly. Yes there was, but you figured he already knew that. It was sweet that he cared. Frankly he always would. You were so dearly important to him. As he was to you. You meant so much to him. It was only natural that he would worry.

To simply ease his worry, you snuggled deeper into the curves of him. Molding yourself to fit beneath his shoulder blade.

"A bit, but it's okay. I agreed to this Hunter. I wanted it and I will be forever grateful for this moment the two of us shared". You reassured him, intertwining your hand with his. "Your the only person who I'd want to give myself to in this way".

Hearing that made his heart swell. Stars above he loved you. So much that it hurt. In all the best ways possible.

"Good". He was also a very greedy man when it came to you. To know that you displayed like this would only ever be for his eyes alone, excited him immensely. "Because I'd let no other man have you like this".

"I'd let no other man touch me unless it's you that's for sure". You replied. "We should probably get back though before the others come looking for us".

Hunter nodded. "Good point".

The both of you stood up, untangling from one another, gathered up your clothes and proceeded to dress yourselves again. You adjusted your shoulder plating then slid your hand into Hunter's. Following beside him, hands linked together, as he guided you out of the cave. The cave that would forever be remembered in you eyes. And your bodies.

#bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #hunter bad batch #bad batch hunter #hunter x reader #clone force 99 #bad batch hunter x reader #bad batch fanfic #bad batch x reader #megabeewrites

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xonavia · 11 hours

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✮ - Thinking about Kuroo, who has no clue how to flirt with you, so he instead tries to use science pickup lines (which ends horribly)

You had first met him through Kenma, which was surprising, but you formed a mutual connection when he saw you playing a video game at lunch. It wasn't long after when you met his best friend, but the first time that the dark haired captain ever laid eyes on you he knew that he wanted to be with you, it also helped that you were already friends with his best friend (Which probably contributed to him liking you in the first place). You soon learned that Kuroo was quite a bit of a science nerd, especially after hearing him say things like "docosahexaenoic acid", you always question on what he was talking about but never actually said anything, mostly because it wasn't directed at you, well until one day. It seemed to start off normal, in the morning you had a quick conversation with Kenma, maybe asking him about something in a game, or asking him about what he did that night, only to be interrupted when Kuroo came over, which was a little weird as he normally didn't say anything to the two of you until lunch. "Let’s be lab partners, I would love to try some experiments with you, especially in the biology department~." Kenma could only roll his eyes, and look over towards you, who was quite confused, before realizing what he said. "Oh sure! I mean I wasn't the best in Bio when I took it so it couldn't help to get more practice on it, especially since you're really good at science! Or so I've heard from Kenma!" Well.. He thought you understood, sadly you just thought he was trying to get your grade up, but before Kuroo could go back and try to explain what he meant the bell rang and you grabbed your bag from beside Kenma and hurried off to your first period. Kenma could only offer him a small pat on the back when his friend sighed. It wasn't until later during lunch that you saw the duo again. This time Kuroo was so sure that you were gonna get his pickup line, and Kenma was already placing a bet with Yaku that you were gonna be confused by it, once again. He shook off his nerves before walking up to you with his signature smirk. "Hey (Name), Is it just disproportionate gravitational force or are your eyes just a Great Attractor~?" You looked at him for a second, the words trying to process in your head before you looked deep in thought for a second before smiling and turning towards him. "I think that was a compliment so thanks! But I have no clue what you just said!" Kenma could only chuckle in the background knowing he was gonna be 10 dollars richer by the end of the day, all while Kuroo could only let out a groan. Well at least he was one step closer by finally getting you to understand that he was trying to compliment you. Though maybe science puns weren't the way to go about it..

OMG This is my first fic for the Haikyuu fandom, and all because I almost started crying at the end of the dumpster battle movie yesterday (The only reason I didn't was because I had to drive myself home, and I wanted to make sure I could see the road 😭) Also as I science nerd myself I loved this more than I can say and science nerd Kuroo is one of my favorite things on the entire planet<33 (Also the movie was so so so great, and the best part was the fact there was only me and my two friends in the whole theater, we love that for us!! Totally making them go see Episode Nagi when it comes out though-)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #xonavia's writings!

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helga-grinduil · 1 day

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I need people to understand that even though there are more chapters to come, it doesn't change the fact that Izuku got his 'greatest hero' title already despite uhhhhhh kinda fumbling that 'save people with a smile' part, and failing to understand or see Tomura as a whole beyond just the crying child part. Shigaraki wanting to be a hero for the League was supposed to be something that would finally connect crying child Tenko with adult Tomura in Deku's eyes, something that he could understand and relate to.

But not only huge chunks of Shigaraki's characterisation that were supposed to help with saving him just suddenly disappeared from the narrative (like the fact that he wanted to be saved and was angry that Bakugou, a 'bad kid', was getting saved again and again by heroes, both in body and spirit, when Tenko never was, or Deku not even seeing the memory of Tenko being ignored on the streets), him wanting to be a hero for the villains was also treated as something that made it impossible for Deku to save him, when it should've served the opposite purpose.

Which is to say... that leaves the impression that Deku did NOT actually understand him. And I mean, how could he? He wasn't allowed to by the story because the plot demanded for him to be only focused on the crying child, hence why he barely engaged with Tomura, not questioning him or trying to talk him down, and all the other circumstances of what made Tomura into Tomura aside from AFO (which Deku also didn't comment on) were ignored by the writing. The weirdest part is that Deku still doesn't seem to understand why he still thought about his friends when Deku (due to his sudden lack of words when this was a battle where he *needed* to use his mouth and talk) didn't give him any indications that abandoning this path wouldn't be betraying his group.

The story seemed like 418-419 were supposed to be the beginning of something more meaningful and substantial between the two, that this all was just a prelude to something bigger, to Deku actually saving Tomura from AFO, but instead it turned out that this actually was it. That's it! There isn't anything more. They barely talked before Deku and the vestiges decided that 'there is no other way, we need to drop a mental nuke at him', then there was a very short journey into Tenko/Tomura's mind that skipped past all the other factors of Tomura's conception besides the Shimuras (listen, Tomura's dehumanisation and refusal of Tenko inside of himself was in fact a problem... but it was just a single aspect of his character and his issues! There were other circumstances that contributed to his 'origin'!), and then when Deku reached Tenko, a part of Tomura that he was so hyperfocused on, he held his hand and. That's it. He didn't even properly react to the news of how AFO screwed Tenko's life. Even Nana 'saving' (didn't do much in the end now, did it? Typical when it comes to her, sadly) Tenko was off-screened!

That won't really be fixed whatever happens (unless Horikoshi pulls a fucking miracle somehow and the ending will be so good that all of the above can be overlooked).

#bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha 423 #bnha 424

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muffinrecord · 6 hours

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Current Plans + Musings

I don't plan on playing Exedra to the degree I did for Magia Record, or playing it at all. Because of that, I won't be taking an active role in the community and archiving anything for it. Of course, if Exedra has like amazing gameplay and stories then this is all subject to change, but for now I think I'm done with phone games.

The two youtube channels will stay up and I'll check em periodically to make sure there aren't copyright strikes against the content. I've saved all my raw files, especially for the battle animations, so I can remake them in the future if the music ever becomes a problem for some reason.

Google Drive will stay up until Google rots away. I haven't recorded footage in a long time (as in stories, I do for the character doppels and such), but I'll upload things if they're sent to me.

Magia Union Translations still plans on translating things and making videos, especially leading up to the end, but also for after the game is over for whatever wasn't made in time. I'm not sure what form this will take in the future-- if it'll be manual captions added to the videos or not, but I know it WILL happen.

As for this blog, I'm not going to delete it or anything. However I'm going to be taking a step back. I'd like to say that I'll do liveblogs but I mean... *gestures at blog* I've been saying that for years and the only one I really did successfully was the Oriko one lmao. Ahhh oh well.

I'll have more words later, but it was really fun to be part of a fandom experience like this. I'm excited to work on my own original story projects though and quiet down a bit.

...

When I started this blog, I never expected it to have people actually read it. Or look at it. I just wanted a place to gush about how much fun I was having. I didn't even want to tag the posts with "Magia Record" at first because I was terrified people would be mean at me, haha.

But I'm glad I did. I made so many good friends through this game. I'm glad it existed. And it made me happy to have a place where people cared about what I had to say. Some folks actually got their news from here, can you imagine that? They had notifications turned on for this blog. My god.

Anyways, I'm going to be here for the next two months, and tomorrow I'll start reblogging fan projects and initiatives, plus general news. Maybe this blog will turn into a dumping site for art and fanfic reblogs, who knows. I might watch the remaining stuff and add various thoughts here and there.

Otherwise, you can find me on my main blog @malignmuffin, which only reblogs stuff (I don't talk much if at all there). I have another tumblr blog for my comic, but I think I'll reshare the name once I actually have content you can look at on it. It's pretty bare bones for the moment.

Actually it'll be funny if the end of this game is what makes me finally work on it again. I was in the process of working on it when NA came out, and it totally derailed me. Stopped writing, drawing, just focused on this silly little phone game. Now it's like those five years have gone by and I'm going back to where I started, except I think my lil comic is going to be a bit better than it was before. If I actually make it, that is.

If I ever do actually make my comic and start posting it, I'll be sure to update y'all here. hah

Anyways, thanks for being on this wild ride with me. The memories have been great, and I'm glad I had this experience, even if it had to end.

#Magia Record

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skythighs · 3 days

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Calista's Dream: Mother

Overdue, but it's here. I got caught up writing my next story because my brain wouldn't let me wait until this was done. I appreciate all of your likes, comments, and shares. Thank you for being here it means a lot to me. The pictures are from Pinterest and linked in previous chapters.

Warnings: 18+ choking and sexual content.

Word count: 1.7k

Chapter 9

The arena was filled with raucous chants as Feyd bested the last standing opponent. The one that wasn’t drugged. He had even removed his shield before the battle. In doing so the crowd loved him even more than they did when he first walked out of those imposing double doors. He was immortal to them. A living God whom they would serve without question or complaint. The Baron beside me looked pleased like his long awaited plans had finally been completed.

I was instructed to meet him in the same room as before. Where he killed the nameless slaves savagely testing his blade. My stomach churned a bit at the thought, but when I arrived there was no evidence of the gruesome scene. Their bodies had been cleaned up and the floor was shiny and new again. It seemed wrong, for their deaths to be swept away like they never existed.

The room is eerily silent, before I detect the prowling footsteps of a graceful feline stalking me as I slowly peruse the room. As the footsteps get closer I turn to face the illusive hunter only to be met with emptiness. As confusion clouds my mind three pairs of hands caress me from behind. I jolt at the feel of their cold hands, but I don’t panic. Not even as they pull the veil from my head, or slowly begin unlacing my gown. Once my gown is discarded and my supple flesh meets the cool air they guide me to their perch in the corner of the room.

It’s soft with cushions and many blankets beneath me as I’m pushed flat onto the surface. At the sound of Feyd Rautha’s footsteps they pull away and await the command from their master before they devour me. He doesn’t utter a single word as his eyes leave a burning trail on my skin. He looks me up and over and down again, almost like he’s stalling.

“They want to taste you. Straight from the source, they’re tired of only tasting you on my cock.”

He looks bored as he speaks, but he can’t fool me. I see the truth behind his eyes as I always do. He’s feral at the very idea of them touching me, but they are his pets and so am I.

The implications of his words don’t go unnoticed. I was no fool, I knew he still sought them out, frequently. He was insatiable and for my sake I’m glad they exist. I was content to share him with them, and them alone. It was a mutually beneficial ecosystem. They would not overstep and I would not begrudge them. We would exist harmoniously.

“Eat.” He snarls, curling his lip.

Eat. One simple word, that is somehow the command they’ve been waiting for. A small bubble of fear pops inside of me, these are cannibalistic women. What if they- A moan is ripped from me, shutting down my train of thought.

No time wasted as one of the lovely darlings finds her face between my thighs feasting upon my cunt mercilessly. Her tongue was so precise as she circles my bud before slithering down to my slit and back again. She was perfect, but the others refused to be outdone even if they were too slow for the sweetest treat. They each latch onto a brown nipple working them with tongue and cheek sucking and caressing with only their mouths. They worked as a team, perfectly synchronized as they ate me alive.

I struggle to open my eyes, I want to find him. I want to see his reaction. No sooner do I open my eyes do I feel him grip my throat harshly. He is behind me on the platform, my head resting between his legs. I was so overcome I didn’t even notice him there. When I look up at him he’s looking down at me in awe, but he tightens his grip on my neck and the air I need to breathe is being withheld from me.

I begin seeing black spots in my vision so I grab his wrist and claw at him frantically. He loosens his death grip a smidge and allows me to suck in small amounts of air. It’s enough to calm me but the spots in my vision are still there. I feel myself going limp before he lets go all together. I can see his rage simmering beneath his flesh. Why would he allow this if it enraged him so?

I gasp, choking on the air I needed so desperately. I close my eyes trying to calm my heart.

“Don’t look away from me. That was your punishment, wife.” His gravel voice whispers to me as he starts stroking my loose hair. Hands deceivingly gentle knowing he had just been choking me seconds ago.

As he leans back, I find myself craning my neck to follow him and he smiles pleased with my clear understanding.

“Obedience is necessary in any good pet. Don’t you agree?”

I nod my head slowly, feeling the pleasure return to me as the darlings continue their worship of my divine temple. My puckered hole was now being devoured and a moist finger was probing, trying to work its way inside.

“I said eat. I did not say "touch.” He hisses baring teeth at the guilty party.

The finger withdraws as if burned, but the tongue remains, the pleasure remains.

I don't remember leaving that room but when I awake I’m alone in bed. I’m still naked, so I walk to the bathing chamber intent on washing away the stickiness when I feel a quiver in my womb. A twitch of muscles that could go unnoticed, but I also hear a still small voice. A voice that gains strength the longer I listen.

‘She is here. You must stop her.’

I ignore the need to clean myself and I quickly don a robe and tie it tightly. I feel my feet carry me, without me choosing a path. I’m led away to the guest quarters. Gray colorless fireworks light the sky through the vast windows, and the voice calls to me again.

‘Stop her. You must stop her.’

I find myself at an unknown insignificant door, and I open it slowly. Feyd Rautha is on his knees before a Bene Gesserit sister. A beautiful blonde seductress, opposite me in every physical way. I can tell she is tall and graceful even as she sits. Her blonde hair is pulled back and tame while my dark waves are loose and unruly.

‘Call to him, break the trance.’

I do.

“Feyd Rautha.”

He doesn't flinch but the woman's eyes flash at me curiously.

‘Margot.’

“Release him.” I hiss out using the voice, sounding near demonic in my pitch.

Her body compels her to follow my command. As Feyd takes in his surroundings he looks confused. Like sleepwalking he couldn’t quite remember where he was or how he got here. He moves away from Margot before he realizes I’m here in the room. Once he sees me his brow crinkles even more.

“Feyd Rautha, come here.” I’m speaking to him but looking at Margot.

Feyd follows my order, not because I took away his will, but because he chooses to. Margot observes us closely, smiling as I step ahead of him. Shielding him from her with my own body.

“Calista Atreides. It’s lovely to finally see you up close.”

“Likewise, Margot. However I am surprised to find my husband on his knees before you. It’s so unlike him.”

I lift my brow at her and she nods in understanding. The voice inside me is still once again, but I can still sense the source within me. Quiet but not gone. The Bene Gesserit knows she’s been caught in the act of manipulating my husband into her bed. Her attempt has been thwarted by me and she must now report back to the Reverend mother if Feyd lets her leave with her life intact that is.

“I’m just following orders, Calista, it's not personal.” She shrugs.

“It’s personal, Margot. He’s my husband, we are celebrating his child inside me. That’s as personal as it gets.”

I reach behind me feeling Feyd there. He’s still dreamwalking even now. Whatever they used on him is potent, but he seems content beside me. He’s vulnerable, how could she do this to him in such a state. It’s wrong.

“If he was in the right state of mind he would kill you, I however will allow you to leave with your life.”

She lifts her head, chin up now, trying to appear calm and in control. The bead of sweat falling from her hairline is a clear indicator she was not as confident as she looks.

“I will tell The Reverend mother, you have him in your control. She will be pleased sister.”

“I’m no sister to you, or anyone. I’m my parents only child.” I turn away from her and exit with a tight grip on Feyd Rautha.

I guide Feyd to our chambers and tuck him into bed. He likely wouldn’t remember a thing about this night and I would never tell him. I would keep his vulnerability to myself. I would wrap it deep inside me and keep it safe for him.

I feel that quiver again, a small twitch of my abdomen, before the voice calls out to me.

‘You did well, not to harm her.’

‘You did well, mother.’

Mother. The revelation is not shocking or confusing. I knew him before he was conceived. He showed me a vision even then. Him speaking to me now that his life had taken shape in the womb could not surprise me. My hand covers him where he’s safe and sound inside me, and I feel happiness. He saved his father tonight from the plans within plans just as he saved me all those years ago. I would always keep him safe.

“You did well. Thank you for your help.” I speak aloud knowing he will hear me.

‘Mother.’

“Mother is God in the eyes of a child.”

― William Makepeace Tackery

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burquillos · 2 days

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Thats cool that you prefer dkbk! I always thought bkdk matched their personality's better. Ive always wondered why some think dkbk fits better, which is again cool that you like that more! My point of view is katsuki always wanting to be number one, his dominant personality, his soft side he shows to izuku, and izuku being more submissive to katsuki specifically. Sure in battle he can be scary but he goes all soft when they are safe. What do you like about dkbk?

IM SCRAPPING THE ESSAY (for now cause I feel like it will remain unfinished until MHA ends and I have every single info)

But seeing Katsuki cry in the latest chapter unlocked a (relatively) shorter, dkbk specific answer for me: I just like seeing Katsuki being vulnerable and I like seeing Izuku feeling like he's worthy of seeing that vulnerability.

Katsuki's dominance is in part because he's a perfectionist and strives to be the best. People have expectations for him but he has even higher expectations for himself and he usually breaks beneath its weight. Has been since the sludge incident, Deku getting into UA, getting kidnapped, ending All Might etc. etc. Point is that, for me, his dominance feels more like a hindrance for him than anything else. I mean his whole arc IS about learning to Save to Win and throughout the 2nd war arc we see him shining in that supportive role he has learned to accept and he finally feels like he's free.

So when I saw him genuinely cry his heart out in front of Izuku in that hospital bed, my brain goes "Finally, Katsuki crying without hiding behind aggression and dominance like he did back in the Bakugo's Starting Line chapter and Deku vs Kacchan 2"

For Izuku's part, he's always dealt with being not enough from the very beginning, mostly cause he compared himself to Katsuki and why "envy" was one of All Might's description of him during the practical exam. First he wasn't enough to be a hero because he was quirkless. Then he got his quirk and he wasn't even decent at using it. Then he got the whole weight of a legacy thrust upon him and some of the users didn't even deem him worthy. Only up until recently did he stop thinking of himself as just a vessel of OFA but as a full pledged hero.

Izuku has envied Kacchan's dominance and his strength to win. His whole arc was about learning to Win to Save but he's so internally messed up about it cause he doesn't feel like it fits people's perception of him. That's why he goes "it's stupid and gross and I literally can't say this to your face but you're my image of victory even if those bad habits of yours are supposed to be something I am expected to dislike" and I want him so badly to reconcile with that part of himself.

So again, when Katsuki falls apart in his hands, when his image of victory comes crying to him and bearing his heart out, I think "Maybe he will finally feel reliable enough, strong enough, for this amazing person to unravel himself before him and trust him to hold him tight"

And that's about it for my MHA 424 revelation 😅I hope you have a good read 😅😅

#asks #.txt #dkbk #essay may or may not be posted but I will be working on it cause man do I love charts #yeah this is the short answer dkmeskkek #unfortunately a born yapper (no one irl would tell u that)#anyways katsuki gets rewarded narratively for being a good cooperative boy #and izuku WILL NOT GET NARRATIVELY REWARDED YET BECAUSE HE HAS TEN MILLION LOCKS AROUND HIS HEART IZUKU OPEN UP!!

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sarahjtv · 2 days

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My Hero Academia: Chapter 424 Spoiler Thoughts:

MHA is finally back from break and we have a calm after the storm chapter. Let me put my thought on Tumblr for a bit:

So, let's get this out of the way: Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura is dead. Like, DEAD, dead. Unless Kohei Horikoshi pulls the rug under us, I think he's made it clear that Tenko's not coming back. Those last 2 pages were it for his conclusion. He did add one more panel of Shiggy and some dialogue from Deku to say that maybe Deku really did "save" Tenko, but that's all we got. I'm still unsure how to feel about this, but I appreciate Horikoshi giving Tenko a bit more of a conclusion after the last chapter. But, the story isn't over yet, so we'll see if he's mentioned again.

Bakugo's parts were the best parts of this chapter. I'm glad to see him alive and well after everything (I highly doubt Horikoshi would keep him dead again anyway) and that his parents are there for him (Mitsuki yelling at him was funny ngl). Sucks that his right arm will never fully recover, but maybe that rehab will help him get to a good enough place. Also, his moments with Deku and All Might were incredibly sweet and a great conclusion to their little storyline. Seeing Bakugo genuinely tear up and look back on his and Deku's relationship throughout the years honestly moved me because it shows how far this young man has come (the artwork on his face is so good btw; Horikoshi has always been great at expressions in particular). Katsuki Bakugo's character development is one of my favorites in the series and he deserves #1 in every character poll he gets.

EDIT: OH, BAKUGO'S CRYING OVER DEKU BEING QUIRKLESS AGAIN AFTER THE EMBERS BURN OUT ONE DAY I'M GOING TO FUCKING CRY WHAT THE FUCK 😭

Deku continues to be Deku till the very end. I loved Izuku nerding out about how he gets to share a hospital room with All Might because of course he would. It's also nice to hear that A.) All Might reassures Deku that even though he doesn't feel like he saved Tenko because Tenko died, he still might have in the end and B.) Deku still has the embers of One For All which doesn't make him Quirkless. I assume this means that Deku is basically back at the start when he first got OFA. I'm sure his strength is still there at least, but it's probably not nearly as powerful as it was in the final battle.

Also, Deku's haircut 😭! I know they had to do it because it got messed up in the final battle and surgery, but please let his hair grow again before the manga ends, Horikoshi! I want his cute, bushy green hair back! There's also a scar on his right cheek covering his cute freckles I can't. His eyeball popping out of his socket when he sees Kacchan cry was hilarious, though 😂

All Might also telling Deku and Bakugo that they're the greatest heroes to him and everyone else is a really nice full circle on their initial dreams when the story started.

And then there are the two panels we get of Shoto and Ochako. I assume we'll touch on their epilogues next chapter, but I'm curious how they're doing because Ochako looks solemn and we don't even see Shoto's face because his back is turned to us in a dark light. I bet they're reflecting on what happened to Toga and Dabi respectively. We're still not sure if either of them really died, so it's a coin flip as to whether they did or not. There's also Shoto's whole family situation that needs tying up which is a whole other can of worms. I really hope this gets covered in the next chapter.

Finally, we see Deku and the others returning to UA which is currently being rebuilt. I'm guessing we'll see how everyone else is doing post-war too either in the next chapter or later. While we need to cover the main 4 (Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, and Ochako), we also need to see how everyone else is doing because they weren't the only ones affected by the war. Everyone has battle scars of some kind.

And while the chapter is called "Epilogue", it's not over yet. We clearly have more story to cover and bows to tie as neatly as possible. Horikoshi can't please everyone (no one can, really), but I can tell that he's doing his best and that he still genuinely cares about his story after nearly 10 years. I'd say we have the rest of June at least and the end of summer at most until MHA finally ends. This was a really nice "wrap-up" chapter and we have more to go until the end. Despite its flaws, My Hero Academia is still peak fiction to me and some of the parts in this chapter cement that. It will always have a special place in my heart. I will be sad to see this series go, but I will be there until the end.

EDIT: I just saw Horikoshi's comment this week and it basically confirms that we have more story to come. He doesn't say how many chapter but he says "I'll keep going for a little while" and that we're returning to school life; the "Academia" part of the story. I'm really glad he's not rushing the conclusion because there's a lot of stories and characters to give finales to. I'm also really curious to see how school life is post-war, so I'm glad that'll be explored.

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welcomedepression · 4 hours

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Cw: 18+ Only! MDNI! Smut!

GhostxReader!

"The rain is coming down hard. It looks like we'll be spending the night in this cave." I sigh and sit down on the hard ground.

Ghost looks around. "We have no choice.." he sits down beside you, the sound of the rain is loud, the air is damp, and the rocks are slick

"Why are you so distant?" I look at him. it's a question that has been plaguing my mind.

He stays silent for a moment, his mask covering any emotion that may be displayed. His face, he finally answers you in a monotone, cold voice. "I've seen a lot of things. Some people would break if they saw what I had."

"I understand that, I just wish you weren't so cold towards me, I hate when you make me feel like I'm not a part of the squad." I sigh, but my eyes never leave his.

he gets up and paces around. He's breathing heavily, he's fighting some kind of internal battle, then he finally sits down again. "i can't...... i can't get close to you, i cant do it. "

"What about Captain Soap? Don't you trust him?" I look at him curious.

He hesitates. "Yes, but.. something about you.. I can't figure it out.." He looks away, his cold eyes hidden by the shadow of his mask.

"What do you mean by that?" I was confused.

he looks at you, he's looking at you with eyes of pain, pain he hasnt let out. "I- i dont know, i feel like i could trust you, but i've been hurt before."

"Don't let fear dictate your actions. I'm sorry if I came on too strong, but I know you can trust me." I smiled and pat his shoulder.

he looks at the ground. "I don't think you know the weight of what you're saying, the pain i've gone through. It's made me like this." He gestures at himself.

"I know, but you're not alone." I squeeze his hand.

He sighed, "Do you mind if I remove my mask?"

"Go ahead, it's just us two." I smiled.

He reaches up and take off his mask, he turns to look at me, his brown eyes meet yours, there's a small scar above my left eyebrow, his hair is messy, voice is still monotone and cold. "There we go, better?"

"Your hair is messy. "I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes playfully "yeah, I know, I was attacked by a tiger, then I had to get out of a cave and then run all the way here, I didn't have time to brush it!" He chuckled along with you. His eyes still are cold and distant, but they're not as emotionless as before.

Asmile breaks across my face as I laugh, "You're bad at lying."

He laughs, "Yeah, yeah, I'm a liar, but at least I'm a funny liar, unlike Captain Soap, he's got no humor." He teases.

"We should start a fire and get out of these wet clothes." *I was shivering."

Later

We started a fire and a makeshift clothes line.

Slowly undressing, I stopped midway as I looked at ghost, my eyes widened with horror, half of his muscular body was molted, reddish, purple hue overshadows his light skin.

"Oh my god, ghost! Your scars!" He looked over at me, at my reaction. He wonders if I'm disgusted.

Ghost looks away, "I-its fine, please dont worry about it."

"I'm sorry to pry, it's just i've never seen so many scars on someone before.. it must've been hell." I look at him with a face of disdain.

Ghost sighs, "It's a long story, but yes, I've experienced a lot. It's made me who I am today."

my fingertips brushed over the molted flesh, the uneven flesh is taut and slightly bumpy. "They're beautiful, all of them, every inch of you."

He suddenly freezes. He's shocked that you'd call such horrible scars beautiful.

I replaced my fingertips with my lips, kissing the delicate skin, slightly gliding my tongue across the disfigured chest. "Beautiful"

Ghost is stunned by the sudden action. "w-why?.. I'm all.. broken, scarred, not good-looking, I'm a mess."

"You're the only man that I want to be with." I kiss his from his collarbone up to his neck, nipping at his flesh.

Ghost blushes, "You really think that?.. I've never been good enough for anyone."

I kiss his cheek, "You're perfect to me." I place a hand behind his head and pull him in, kissing him passionately.

he kisses back, his heart beating like crazy "I-I thought, you'd find me disgusting."

I pull away slightly, looking up into his eyes

"There's not a single part of you that isn't beautiful."

Ghost hesitates, then pulls you in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Suddenly, I feel my back make contact with the damp ground. I run my hands up and across his chest, sharing a passionate kiss.

Later

Our bodies are one, as our moans fill the cave like a choir as the rain plays like a symphony, The undeniable pleasure rocks both of us to our core. Ghost spread my legs wide open so that his thrusts would go deeper and deeper as I moaned and whimpered.

"Slow down, we have all night."

He didn't slow down. Ghost loved rough sex.

Making sure I'd feel ever inch of his throbbing hard cock stretching my tight velvet walls.

"You're so tight, fuck!" Ghost grunted, not long before I felt the jagged ground of the cave digging into my knees as he fucks me behind in doggy style, having a fistful of my hair as he slaps my ass periodically.

As time progress so did our urge to climax, holding onto him tightly as we reached our peak together, collapsing against his chest.

Aftermath

Ghost smiles as he pulls you back into a kiss, and he whispers, "Promise one thing, y/n."

"Yes, what is it?" I look into his eyes, wondering what he wanted me to promise.

Ghost looks you in the eyes. He seems serious, the smile gone from his face, his voice low and serious. "If anything ever happened, if I was gone or hurt, or something, you'd never leave me, right?

"I promise, whatever happens, you're stuck with me." I whisper.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Simon."

-THE END

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“Reverberations Left Behind” (cws: talk + depictions of war, major loss, blood + war descriptions, morbid(?) descriptions of death, major spoilers for Jiyans companion quest - wc: 850, angst/platonic/romantic, gn reader)

Jiyan and Rover had made it to the Knell Square, face to face with the illusions of the soldiers, who were facing the bell of said square. Jiyan looks at the silhouettes, a solemn look in his gold eyes.

“Are these all.. Tacet Discords?”

“Nonsense!” Jiyan says, a bit harshly as he looks at the silhouettes ahead, face contorted in thought. Rover looks over to Jiyan, inquisitive.

“What on earth are they doing?” they ask, looking to Jiyan for a reply. The generals fist clenches.

“They're reenacting our first lesson for new recruits,” Rovers eyebrows furrow, lips pulled downward in a frown.

“What's this lesson about?” Jiyan goes on to explain how in the Knell Square, before the new recruits are allowed on the battlefield, they must pay tribute to the fallen soldiers.

He confessed that even when he himself first did this, he didn't know the meaning or significance of this. He now knows, all too well.

“My teammates weren't the only ones who died in that battle that were dear to me,” Jiyan continues, Rover curious as to who this was. “Their name, it was..” he swallowed hard, looking up at the soldiers again. “It was [name].”

“[name]?” Rover parrots, still giving Jiyan their full attention.

“Yes..” he seemed deep in thought, reliving some memories. “They died in my arms, I saw the moment when the life left their eyes. I remember it all too well,” Jiyan looks over to Rover, still deep in thought.

The way your deep red blood coated his outfit, the blood making his shirt stick to his skin. It was an uncomfortable feeling, having the blood of someone so dear to you seep into your skin, but it was nothing compared to the loss he felt in that moment and onwards, knowing that you would die, even if he did everything he could in his power to help you.

“[name], listen to me, you will make it.. I promise!” desperation wove its way into Jiyans voice as his eyes glazed over, the sight of you all bloodied as your weapon lay on the ground was horrific to look at. The sounds of other weapons clashing with the attacks of the Tacet Discords filled what would have been silence. Silence — that sounded nice right about now.

All you did was smile at him. You went into this battle not expecting to come out alive. “Jiyan, I'm sorry, but you and I both know my wounds are too severe to cure, even for you,” he just shook his head, tears finally spilling over.

“[name], I..” he was cut off by a gentle squeeze to his arm. Jiyan looked you in the eyes again, the ones that had shined so bright, now dim as your life reached for its death.

“Go out there and fight for me and your teammates, we'll be cheering you on.”

That was all you had said to him before your life was so cruelly taken from you so early. Jiyan had hugged your body for a bit, feeling how the warmth slowly left your body. He soon went to fight for you and the others, just as you had asked of him in your final moments.

“Jiyan? The soldiers are moving..” Jiyan comes back to reality as Rover points out that, indeed, the silhouettes of the soldiers were now moving.

They walk towards a cliff, soon to disappear. Jiyan and Rover look at each other, and decide to bid farewell to them one last time, but the blood curdling screams of those who died followed them. It was daunting, really, the cruel reinactnent of that battle.

They had done it, they had defeated the Tacet Discord, and the soldiers were free after ten years more of fighting — you and his teammates were free, and a TD outbreak was prevented. Jiyan reached his hand out, a glowing gold orb landing in his hand before it disappeared. He wonders if that was you. Jiyan balled his fist up once more, looking back to Rover.

“Let's go now, shall we? Show these collected Reverberations to the lab for studying,” Rover looks over and nods to Jiyan, moving to leave this ominous place. Jiyan walked slower behind, looking around the area.

He was glad you and the others were no longer trapped here.

Jiyan had invited Rover to plant a seed of his flower he had the lab make, Emortia, and he watched as they took care to plant the seed after he told them the deep meaning behind these flowers, and why he had them made.

He now stood alone on that cliff, hair swaying in the wind with the Emortias. He looked to an area where a more separate group of flowers swayed. Jiyan knew which one represented his teammates, and you.

He walked over to them, careful not to step on the other flowers, and knelt down beside the small group of flowers. Jiyan sighs.

“You're free now, [name]. You can finally rest like you deserve to — I miss you.” Jiyan looks to the setting sun, wondering where you rested now. He hoped that his Emortia flower would be planted by yours.

[ ★ notes - this is definitely one of my favorite fics I've written ever omg.. like guys?? Anyways yeah Jiyans companion quest made me love him sm more (but abt made me cry) and I HAD to write smth for him.. should probably start working on my requests tho huh 💀💀 I was tempted to keep it going but I think ending it like that was pretty good. I'm also actually rlly surprised this wasn't 1.0k words lol maybe I could've done the talk between Rover and Jiyan more detailed but I'm very very happy with this fic hehe :33 ]

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