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esteljune · 3 months

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Kidnap [P x reader] short fic

This one was requested by @writing-fanics. I hope you like it, dear! I really had fun writing it :) Thank you so much for the request and for the wonderful scenario! TW: Kidnap, violence, blood

It happened suddenly. The crash of the heavy double wooden front door being smashed open exploded into the Hotel's daily silence without warning. After that, it was chaos.

You don't know if it was the adrenaline rush guiding your body, but for some curious reason, instead of seeking shelter with the others, you decide to face the aggressor. The aggressors, actually.

Four of them appeared among the splinters of wood that filled the air. Their faces covered by strange black rabbit masks. In other circumstances, you would have laughed at that bizarre clothing choice, but you know all too well who they are and how dangerous they can be.

In the devastation they began to create between the solid and secure walls of the Hotel Krat, you can't help but think how much you would have wanted him by your side. Yet, you wouldn't have let him down, not now that the last safe haven in the city, his haven, is threatened with destruction.

"Upstairs, quick!" you shout to the familiar figures already scrambling around the staircase, your heart beating too fast, clouding your vision and brain, so much so that you can't make them out clearly.

Before you can process a more lucid thought, you find yourself throwing everything you can find that is heavy and blunt at the invaders. You hear them laughing at you, crudely.

You know you can't harm even one of them, but anger doesn't allow you to back down. You stand at the foot of the grand staircase, you would like to appear impassive, but your legs are shaking.

"Get out of here," you hiss between your teeth, but they advance, slowly. They don't even deign to answer you. The fact that you can't read their expressions terrifies you.

In a last desperate attempt, you swing a poker in front of you, almost not even noticing the consequences. Something heavy and hard as a boulder hits you in the stomach, knocking the breath out of you. The taste of blood appears on your lips.

Before you can raise your face, another more jarring blow hits you in the cheek, its force flings you against the heavy wooden railing like a rag doll. Then darkness.

You regain consciousness intermittently, your vision blurred, your inert body does not respond to your commands. Only the pain makes you realize that you are still alive. From the sharp hurting in your scalp, you realize that they are dragging you out of the Hotel by your hair. You want to scream, scream his name, but your lips seem glued together.

They lift you clumsily as if someone had thrown you over their shoulder. From the pain, you understand that you must have a few broken ribs.

He'll find me. He'll find me. He'll find me. The thought reverberates in your brain in perfect synchronism to the heavy and painful beats of your heart. Your mind loses itself in the swinging, a dense film of pain and fatigue clouds your consciousness again.

You have no idea how much time has passed, or where you are at the moment when again a thud detonates in the stagnant air. Through your heavy eyelids you see what remains of an enormous gate torn from its hinges by an unknown force. You hear slow footsteps in the mire, they reverberate painfully in your head, but you open your eyes terrified.

In the blink of an eye, you see him. You realize that you were waiting to see his face with every fiber of your being. You smile, but in his distant blue eyes you glimpse something new, an unmistakable spark, a feeling. Rage.

The cold mechanical fingers brush your face just before the boy rises again to face your captors. The hard, unmoving line of his shoulders barely obstructs your view, but before you can say his name you see him spring into action. You had never seen him fight like that, not with the same blind violence, with that absolute will to annihilate.

The fierce, precise blows echo through your bones. You want to look away, but fear paralyzes you. You realize you've been holding your breath only when the four rabbits are nothing but a handful of lifeless bodies on the ground.

As if stunned by his own fury, Pinocchio drops the sword to return to you in quick steps.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it from happening. I know it sounds silly, but I wanted to spare you this suffering." you smile at his silent eyes in yours. You let your fingers reach his face, that they intertwine with his long dark hair.

Pinocchio feels those words sink so deep inside him that he believes they have dug into the metal. There is pain somewhere inside him, a gentle, sweet sadness.

He lifts you in his arms with all the delicacy that his hard and artificial body allows him, hugging you to his chest full of an unknown feeling. For a moment he lets his face sink into your hair, inhaling your scent.

You are almost sure you heard something very similar to a heartbeat mixed with the hissing and ticking of mechanisms and gears in his chest, a warmth in his metallic body. You return his embrace, letting yourself be led back to the Hotel, to that bed on which he lays you down, bruised and aching.

He will leave. He always does. But this time his lips gently brushed your forehead.

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figgrrr0 · 1 year

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Teasing Tighnari's knot

Character: Sub!Tighnari // Reader: Dom!Gn

Genre: Smut // CW: Handjob, implied edging, ruined orgasm, hand knotting(?)

Plot: No // Word count: 648

With each and every squeeze and slide of your hand over his twitching length, Tighnari gets closer to his climax.

Of course, he still tries to be sarcastic, telling you off for delaying his orgasm as he tries to rile you into speeding up the pace. The breathlessness of his voice and the short, cut off whimpers when he presses the back of his hand to his lips in an attempt to hide them only make you more adamant on keeping him from getting what he wants.

If he wants to be a brat, pretending that he can order you around, acting as though he doesn't enjoy what you're doing to him, well... why not let him think he's in control?

Acquiescing to his heated demands, you speed up the pace of your hand, the sudden shift in tempo shocking him into letting out a stuttered moan. Unable to get used to the pace fast enough, his feverish skin feeling too sensitive to be comfortable, his hips subconsciously thrust up into your hand, trying to buck you off of him. While this does unsettle your movements and your grip on his dick, (especially with how slick he had gotten from the amounts of precum dripping down his length and aiding in the slide of your hand) it is easily countered by a few intermittent clenches of your hand near the base of his cock.

All too suddenly, his entire body tightens, his back arching and a choked groan being forced from his throat at the intensity of his body's reaction.

The pressure you place on the base of his aching dick spurs on the swelling of his knot, and with your unrelenting hold, the fit soon becomes too much for Tighnari to handle. With his thick knot pulsing and growing rapidly beneath your fingers, you quickly have to add your second hand into the mix, your fingers being prised apart by the sheer girth of his knot.

When it grows it its full potential, locking into the space you've created with your hands, Tighnari's hips resume their rocking. He shifts in his place, shudders wracking through his body as cum shoots from the tip of his cock, multiple surges laying claim to the surface of his own spread thighs, shaking from sensitivity.

He's giving so much of his cum, it just doesn't seem to stop. He must've been so full after all of your teasing... it's a shame he hasn't earned his orgasm.

With that in mind, you pull your hands away from his needy cock, watching as it twitches and pulses as his hips buck wildly, searching for the tight heat of your hands. He lets out loud whines as his hand comes forward, his tight grip around your wrist silently begging you to continue, but when you show no signs of complying, he moves to take hold of himself.

You slap his desperate hand away from his knot, red, aching and neglected. To prolong his suffering, (and to act as part of the punishment) you lightly run a finger along the side of his knot, applying minimal pressure. You can't tell if it hurts or feels good, but either way, his body scrambles to follow your touch. Begging through his panted breaths, he cries out, convulsing and sobbing as his orgasm fizzles out with a final spurt of cum, though he gains no pleasure from the act. Just the underlying need for more.

When it all dies down and his heart rate settles, he'll be raring to go again, pushing past the overstimulation beginning to settle low in his stomach as if he didn't even feel it. And while he will certainly be more open to following your orders, he'll still be grumbling out little complaints as he goes.

At that point, it's your choice:

Does he deserve to cum? Or should you ruin it again?

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

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the-fiction-witch · 10 days

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The Snow P2

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Jacaerys Velaryon

Couple Jacaerys x Reader (Bastard Stark Girl)

Rating Sweet

Part One

Jacaerys remained in Winterfell for several days taking in the northern customs and sights even if most of it was mostly snow, he has made fast friends with Cregan Stark as his mother suggested he might. The two sat at a table in Winterfell's great hall, enjoying a flagon of mead each finally getting to the true meat of the discussion he had been sent here to discuss, they had been chatting about it intermittently during his time here but now was the real talks, they sat and discusses plans, oaths and the choices ahead.

Even if admittedly Jacaerys often glanced across the room to where Y/n sat in a beautiful silver dress that hugged her so perfectly and snugly his eyes often wonder to her, her eyes at times met his own which made him blush as admittedly her had an effort to appear more handsome tonight as he knew he would be seeing her. Over the days he had been here so far he had really grown interested in Y/n and he had a feeling she was interested in him too.

But he forced his attention back to Lord Cregan Stark,

“You’re mother wishes to start a war, with her own half-brother for the throne no less. Tell me… The Iron Throne and Kings Landing are thousands of miles away from the Winterfell walls, it would take a good two months to march an army down there and that’s without complications of the twins and any other issues in the Riverlands,” He explained, “Why should we involve ourselves in a war so far from our home? It makes no difference to us up here, so why should I risk my kin and my house in a war for who’s ass sits in a chair halfway around the world?” He asked,

Jacaerys nodded and he understood Cregan’s thoughts he had a good point and it was hard to disagree with him. The North could just stay out of this and be untouched by the war in the South, “You’re words have quite a bit of wisdom, but this war will not simply be contained beyond your borders, who sits on the throne will affect all of us from old town to the wall.” He explained, “And regardless your family swore to my mother, do your oaths not mean anything?”

“Oaths mean everything in the north,” He nodded, “There has never lived a stark who forgot an oath,”

“Then you cannot sit cosy in your castle while he sits on the throne.”

“But you see my concerns, by the time I walk my army down the war could be over. And what happens when we arrive at Kings landing in a war that's over, to fight for a side that lost? They would massacre us. And as much as our oaths are our law… you cannot expect me to allow my house, and the houses of my noble lords to be snuffed out,” He explained, “The Targaryen dynasty has already taken so much from us…”

“And he may take more from you still, you know your peace is my mother's greatest hope.”

“That is true, we do not know the man this king will be. But your mother… we know her ways and means, she is her father's daughter and her father was a man of peace and understanding.”

“Sometimes the best way to peace, is war.”

“Let us talk no more of it tonight,”

“Of course,” Jacaerys nodded, “May… My lord may I speak of something else?”

“Go on,” Cregan nodded sipping his drink,

“May I ask… about your kin?”

“Oh?”

“Y/n specifically,”

“She is a snow. But she is my sister. My blood. No matter what the laws of this land are she is my sister.”

“That is Honourable of you,”

“You know… there are rumours I have heard about your family-”

“It is… lies.” Jacaerys lied, he knew the truth but he knew best not to speak of it,

“Lies?” Cregan nodded with a smile, “What is your question in regards to my sister?”

“... Is she promised?”

Cregan snickered, “Why?”

“I… I admit, I have… I have caught her in my eyes and I would like to ask permission to court her,”

“you think you are the first to ask me that? I have been buried under marriage proposals for my sister. You are not the first nor will you be the last to ask to court her. The answer to you is the same as the answer to the rest I will not allow anyone to court Y/n. If a man wishes her hand he will bring a proposal and I'll wed her to the best proposal I am given.”

"So, then the question now is… what kind of proposal is sufficient for you?"

“I will make you a deal. We will join your mother's war the Starks and all the banners of the north with be on the side of her crown we will keep our oaths and back her. And as payment for all this war will cost us. And when your mother's ass is sat on that throne you will be her heir, so you will marry Y/n and have a stark as your queen,”

“I… I…” he stuttered, he knew this was a big thing to promise, the hand of an heir to the throne is not something to be given away so likely but he knew he had to return to his mother with the Starks alliance and… he wanted to return with Y/n in his arms,

"You drive a hard bargain, my Lord. Is this your full request?"

"it is. And when she gives you a son stark blood will be your heir. I will legitimise my sister and wed her to you in the godswoods and our oath, and alliance will be set as your vows.”

“You will support my mother, march to war with us, spill blood for us. And you will wed me your sister?” Jaracerys asked, “You give me your word in this?”

“You have my sworn word,” He offered his hand.

"Then, I accept your deal, my Lord, on the condition that she too agree to this proposal." he took this hand and shook it.

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chaotickryptonitetree · 5 months

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hope is a friend that has just called me back | quinn hughes

they’ll know. the voice in the back of your head is heavy and persistent. a dull ache and then a sharp one and then dull again–not even extending you the courtesy of being consistent. your eyes stare at the number on the screen.

they’ll know when you call. she says again, sounding annoyed and a little mean. you look at the website. the website of the bakery, which you could probably recreate from memory at this point. the website of the bakery that you’ve wanted to buy a birthday cake from for years.

they’ll know. but now you’re thinking about the cake–the one you’ve been wanting. in your head, it was the centerpiece of your surprise party. another birthday, but you’re surrounded by family and friends. gleaming, white teeth smile at you as you blow out the candles. they cheer as the faint smell of smoke mingles with the sickly sweet scent of the frosting.

they’ll know it’s for you. and you’re back again. anxious and almost shaking with frustration. why does it matter? you ask. AHAhAHAH she says. because it does. because they’ll know.

and so you don’t call them, for the third year running. you don’t call and order the cake for your birthday because the bakery will know that you’re calling to order it for yourself. because they’ll know that no one else even remembered that your birthday is coming up.

you close the tab on the website, exit out of the number of the bakery. alright, fine, you say, wanting to fight her (or maybe you just want to talk to someone), you win this time.

she laughs. i win every time.

you feel crazy, but she’s right. she does always win. you let out a shaky breath, but it feels more like a sob. you’re crying, probably. it’s hard to tell these days (the past few years).

it’s hard to tell.

…

“your eyes are red–have you been crying?” truthfully, you’d forgotten that he was there. his voice was weird; cartoonish, almost.

“no,” you lied. his eyes doubted you. they were the reason you had swiped right on his profile. the it-factor that had forced your hand to match with him and end up in this position–walking into the restaurant for another first date. the air was pleasant: warm and light and accented by a light breeze blowing the smell of the food out the door and into the cobblestone walkway. “they’re red because i’m evil.”

his hand was cold and stiff on your back as you walked through the door, immediately ambushed with the promise of chatter and good food–loud and light in your ears.

“oh, i know,” he didn’t miss a beat. had been nothing but pleasant on the walk from the car. nothing but pleasant when he picked you up. nothing but pleasant now as he smiled a lopsided smile with too much teeth. “that’s why i asked you to dinner.” you hadn’t realized that you were smiling back at him. but he definitely realized–those dark eyes lit up as if he’d won a carnival prize. “but if you’re not in the mood for this, we can do a rain-check.” he didn’t seem nervous, which calmed the anxious swirl floating around your arms and legs. “no pressure.”

but you were already at the hostess stand. already being led to your table. sitting next to him in the booth, just so your leg could be next to his under the tabletop. probably because he was smiling like that–so terribly easily. so you couldn’t say no. not to him, anyways. not now, at least.

…

it was odd how well you got along. he just seemed to get it–get you–in a way that no one had in a long, long time (the past few years).

dinner went by too fast. conversation came easy and the intermittent silence was light and happy. each time the waitress came back to check in, you found your eyes wide with shock–it seemed as if she had just asked if you wanted a refill. his thigh was warm next to yours. you pretended not to notice how his smile got a little more sideways each time your knee knocked against his comfortably under the table.

your cheeks were pleasantly flushed with laughter and excitement as you walked out of the doorway–leaving the familiar chatter behind. your shoes clicked rhythmically against the cobblestone on the walk back to the car. it was slightly colder now. you crossed your arms over your chest, a laugh bubbling in the place beneath them.

“i’m serious!” his words spoken through a wide grin, finishing some story as he fell into step next to you. you doubled over just slightly, leaning forward and letting yourself laugh.

“i’ll believe it when i see it,” your cheeks hurt from laughing–the kind of pain that would always be welcome. his laugh trailed off, slightly out of breath as you reached his car. he unlocked it but stayed on your side, smile still faintly scrunching up his eyes. the creases around his eyelids were so lovely you would have fainted.

“how about next time?” he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels just slightly. you could only tell because the gravel moved under his shoes. “can i show you on our next date?”

you’d forgotten what he was even talking about at the proposition of seeing him again. his words danced around your head, proof that he enjoyed tonight as much as you had. found solace in your company as much as he had. blood roared in your ears, goosebumps scattered up your arms with the breeze, and your mind melted into all of the emotion you’d been neglecting like a second favorite child. third, even.

it was almost too much. a flood of honey and sweet things and good things and it almost made you cry. you reached for him instead, taking a step closer. “please, let me kiss you,” you sounded sure–despite not having any clue what you were doing, what the next step was. you lost all hope in dating apps, and yet, here you were. you tried not to think about it too much.

his wide smile was a muscle relaxant, his nod lazy. “yeah,” he began as you pulled him to your lips, smiling against his teeth, wrinkling his collared shirt by holding him close.

perhaps there was hope yet.

…

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flyiingsly · 5 months

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The Fall

Square : Tech

Pairing : Tech x gn!reader

Warnings : Reader nearly drowning, mention of death, head trauma, a bit of angst, mutual pining i guess, water, a LOT of cold water

Wordcount : 4,2k

Summary : What if it was you who fell into the river while mining ipsium instead of Omega ? And what if that accident was the trigger that Tech needed to finally confess his love to you ?

A/N : My ninth submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! 😄 A little "What If ?" scenario for my beloved Tech, enjoy ❤

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

You’ve always had incredibly fast reflexes, so when you saw Omega’s foot starting to slip from the rock wall she was mining ipsium from, you immediately jumped to catch her before she fell in the void. But you just had enough time to lift her up and pushed her toward Tech in a desperate move, so he could secure her before it was your turn to slip.

You decided to go look after them after they were both gone for a moment, Omega because she needed some time alone at first, then Tech because he’d gone to check on her and trying to fix things up between them. You weren’t expecting to find them mining ipsium together when you reached their position though. That’s why you stayed with them, to assist Omega, for the ipsium spot was very difficult and dangerous to access, and even if Tech was already watching over her, you didn’t want anything to happen to her. And you did well.

It was so fast you didn’t even realize what was happening to you. The edge of the platform crumbled unexpectedly under your feet, forcing you to catch a nearby rock that was sticking out from the wall, but it wasn’t enough to retain you. The rock was dusty, your hand couldn’t get a proper grip on it, and the second after, you were falling through a long and dark tunnel.

The last thing you heard was Omega’s voice screaming your name, then you crashed against a hard and running mass of water. It was cold and roaring. You felt like if you were very small and lightweighted, insignificant against its rage. You tried your best to fight the current to stay afloat and keep control of your trajectory, but it was vain, the water was stronger than you. You had the hardest of times keeping your head outside the water.

You couldn’t see a thing around due to the lack of luminosity. You had no idea if you were about to crash against a rock or not, where that hell of a river was taking you, or what distance you had already covered that way. You were alone and disoriented, fighting against an enemy way too powerful for you. In that instant, you felt doomed.

But in the intermittences when your head was above the water, you saw a glimmer of light appearing a few meters away, reverberating on the wall of the cave. It was coming toward you, and you desperately searched for its source, afraid to come face to face with a new type of hostile creature. When you finally did, you let out a gasp of surprise.

“Tech !”

He had followed you in your fall by a couple of seconds, jumping after you without hesitation. He closed the distance between you faster than you expected, and without saying a word, you felt one of his arms sliding around your waist, grasping it tightly. You wrapped yours around his in return, clinging to him like you never clung to someone before.

You were both trying to stay afloat when an unexpected underwater current violently sucked you up toward the bottom of the river. It was so powerful that even your tight embrace couldn’t resist it, and you were quickly separated.

Fighting the water was impossible at that point, all that was left for you was to hope that you could reach the surface again soon enough to not die of asphyxia. You desperately tried to look for Tech, but the water was blurring your vision, and all you could see was a far lighter patch of grey in the middle of a field of shapeless spots of darker colors.

When you finally catch the lighter tone of his armor near you, you stretch your arms to catch him. You nearly succeeded, as you felt the brief touch of his hand trying to grab yours, before another current tore you apart again.

Nearly instantly, your body hit a hard obstacle, a violent pain merging from the left side of your head. In an unconscious reflex, you tried to reach the painful spot with your hand, but you just couldn’t. It was so overwhelming that you were like paralyzed by it. Your vision started to blur even more, but not from the water this time, and a sudden numbness invaded your body.

Everything went black, and you got drown deeper toward the bottom of the underground river.

***

A violent cough took you out of your unconsciousness, suddenly waking you up from your coma. It was painful, for your lungs were trying their best to expulse the water stuck in them. When it finally stopped, you felt exhausted and weak, you realized that you were cold and trembling due to the wetness of your clothes.

It took you a few more seconds to realize that you were laying on a hard and uncomfortable bed of rocks, and that your head was badly aching. Your sensations were slowly starting to come back when you noticed a distant voice calling your name and asking you if you could hear them. Then you felt something touching your face, brushing softly against your cheek. It was that feeling that finished to bought you back to reality.

When you finally found the strength to open your eyes again, you distinguished a blurry face leaned over you, surrounded by a soft blue glow. The voice was heard again, but only a few inches from you this time, as you bathed your eyelids several time to allows your eyes to adapt to the light.

“Tech …” you whisper as you recognized him, “What … What happened ? Where are we ?” you ask with confusion, trying to sit down. You realized that what was touching your face lately was his hand when it slid from it as you raised your upper body.

You heard him muttered a “Oh thanks maker you’re alive” in a relieved tone, but your head was spinning, and you would have fallen back on the ground if he hadn’t been here to catch you by the shoulders.

“Be careful, your head appeared to have suffered a violent shock against a rock while we were underwater, you probably are badly concussed. I suggest that you stay still for now.” He quickly informed you as he sat on your left, sliding an arm around your shoulders to ensure your balance, and pulling you closer to him. Without thinking about it, you slid one of your own arms around his waist, and rested your aching head on his shoulder, which gave him the reflex to tighten his grip around you in a protective gesture.

“Underwater …” you mumble, slowly connecting the dots.

He looked at you with a concerned look, “Yes, do you remember what happened ?”

You slightly raised your head to meet his gaze through his googles. His eyes were watery, but you put that on the water that must still be trapped behind the glassed²&a.

“Yeah, I did … Omega, the ipsium, the fall, the river … I think I remember everything, except the moment when we get out of the water …”

“That’s a good think if you remember all of it. In fact, you went unconscious after your head hit that rock, so you wouldn’t be able to remember much after that, that’s normal.”

“So, what happened after?” you ask curiously.

“Well, I spent a moment battling against the current after you got hit, but I somehow managed to reach for you, and moments after we fell down a waterfall into this cave. I just had to carry you out of the water onto the edge then.”

Your eyes widened at his words as you suddenly realized what it meant. You didn’t answer anything for a few second, dreamingly looking at him.

“Thank you” you whisper.

“For … For what ?” he mumbles in surprise, still holding your gaze. If there had been just a bit more of light in that cave, you would have noticed the slight blushing passing on his face for sure.

“For jumping right after me, for preventing me from drowning, for saving my life.” You breath out with emotion.

“Well … That’s what squad mates do, right ? I know you would have probably done the same for any of us.” he answers after a few seconds, trying his best to not let himself be distracted by your closeness and keep his usual factual tone.

“You’re right”, you speak back, a bright smile growing on your face, “Of course I would have done the same for any of you, without any hesitation !”

His heart melted instantly when he saw your joyful expression, just like every times you were smiling, except that this time, it was even more precious and meaningful for him, for only minutes before he thought that he might never see that smile again.

“I know” he repeats in a whisper, smiling back.

But soon a shadow passed on his face, making his smile vanish and his gaze lowering, breaking the eye contact between you. He suddenly seemed concerned by something that you couldn’t discern.

“Hey … Tech, are you okay ?”

He stayed silent for a long time, looking like he was in the middle of a complicated internal dilemma.

“In fact”, he finally lets out, still looking at the ground, “I think that I have something to tell you …”

His tone was shy and hesitant, contrasting with his usual confident tone.

“What ?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, confused and with absolutely no clue about what to expect.

The atmosphere became tensed as his face turned expressionless, increasing your worries. He remained silent again. You felt that his struggling was starting to overwhelm him, and you could feel his nervousness and his heart beat accelerating.

You had never saw him like that before, and for a moment you weren’t sure how to react. He seemed paralyzed, and it was nearly frightening. That closeness wasn’t usual neither, he habitually wasn’t really fond of physical contacts, and now that the mist of your coma had dissipated and that you were able to fully notice and think about the position in which you both were, you found it strange that he was the one, in the first place, to initiate it by pulling you closer.

You didn’t want to become too intrusive, but you thought that, maybe, one more physical contact could create an electroshock to pull him out of his difficult thoughts. At this point, you were so confused and distraught that you weren’t sure what to do.

So you let go of his waist to move your hand toward his head and the back of his neck, gently caressing his exposed skin with the back of your fingers.

“Tech, please, talk to me, everything will be alright …” you whisper to him softly, eyes locked on his face.

It caused exactly what you wanted it to do, as he slowly raised his head to look back at you right in the eyes. He opened his mouth like if he wanted to say something, but no words got out of it. His eyes were sad, and he remained silent for a few more seconds, before letting out a sigh and finally started to speak.

“The truth is …” he began, his brows furrowing and an expression of fear appearing on his face, “when I got you out of the water and noticed that you were unconscious and barely breathing, then when I saw the wound on your head … Something happened in my mind ... I started to realize that I was, probably, about to see you die … That I was about to lose you for real. You didn’t respond to me for several minutes, I tried my best to help you, but it didn’t seem to work, and for the first time in my life, I felt kind of …. Powerless, and useless. It was the worst thing that I have ever felt, and, honestly, I was frightened, because the last thing that I wanted was to lose you. For a moment, I thought that I would never be able to talk to you, to share things with you, to see you smile … And when you finally woke up, when you finally opened your eyes again, I told myself that I was the luckiest person ever to still have you with me, alive and breathing …”

The words were escaping from his mouth so fast that he was now nearly out of breath. He lets out another sigh, searching for his words, nervous, terrified to confess things that had been on his mind for a long time now but dying to do it at the same time.

“In fact …”, he goes on, with a more contained voice, retrieving his usually calm and composed tone, “It made me realize that maybe I should tell you about my feelings before I definitely miss the chance and lose you for real. Even if telling you will certainly not change anything, it’s even probably not a good idea, but I’ve got to a point where I’m not sure if I can hold it anymore. And I think that the opportunity that I have right now to be alone with you will maybe not happen again soon, so I think that it’s the right moment, especially after what we just went through together…”

You confusedly looked at him, absent mindlessly raising a brow.

“I’m … not sure to understand what’s going on here …” you let out slowly, your brain overthinking the situation, preparing for what could possibly come next.

“I know” he adds, “that’s because I’ve always did my best to not let anything show. I have the chance to be able to compartmentalize my feelings to focus on the relevant and rational ones only. Even if it’s a bit exhausting, I have to admit. I have a hard time understanding what I happen to feel sometimes, so expressing it is even harder. It’s easier to just push all of it in a corner and try to ignore it.”

You could feel he was still struggling with his words under his confident tone.

“Yeah, I know about that, it’s exhausting, indeed …” you sadly answer.

“Well, all that I wanted to say is that …” he pauses to take a deep breath, “I think that I probably … Have fallen in love with you, and I, for once, just can’t ignore it even if it’s frightening me.”

Your eyes widen and you unconsciously gasped at his words.

“What ?”, you mumble, unable to say more. For a moment, you were frozen on the spot trying to get over what you had just heard and to understand how it could have happened, and how you didn’t see anything coming, as well as wondering if anyone else was knowing anything. You were still processing his words when you felt his grip around your body loosening, his hand slowly letting go of you.

“I knew it wasn’t a good idea …” he mutters, lowering his gaze, a regretful expression appearing on his face, “I’m sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have told you that, that’s why I wasn’t planning on ever doing it. I guess I’ve definitely ruined our already existent relationship now …”

He was trying his best to look composed, but you could still feel how seriously he was affected. He was usually never addressing his feelings openly, so you could easily imagine how hard it could have been for him to open up to you, and how bad he must feel right now.

After all, you were understanding him deeply, for you had been refraining your own feeling as well. But as he just said, the opportunity will probably not happen again, and you didn’t want to miss it.

Holding on tight on his shoulder to prevent him from moving away, you finally find the courage to answer him.

“Hey, please, don’t say that …” you whisper, “you didn’t ruin anything …”

It was hard for you to find the right words, you were as frightened as him, and you had never considered the idea of mutuals feelings a possibility.

��I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting that … Not because it is a bad thing, but because …” you sight, suddenly realizing what you were about to say, “… because we’re in this together …”

He raised an eyebrow, not sure if his mind understood what you meant correctly.

“Are you telling me that, you too, have feelings for me ? In the same kind of way, I mean ?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you … I was so sure that I was the only one in this case that I’ve tried to ignore it and burry it as far as I could in the back of my mind too, but that’s not how it works … And I didn’t want to ruin everything between us neither, so I just stayed quiet about it ...”

He looked at you, completely silent and still, processing what he had just heard, before he finally could talk again.

“What are we doing about it then ?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to do ? I don’t want to force my choices on you, you know, if you prefer for us to never make anything out of these feelings because that’s easier that way, I’ll understand, I don’t want to rush you …” you lower your head, that very thought of it suddenly breaking your heart. He didn’t say anything at first, and you let it sinks, not really sure what to expect.

“What if I wanted to give it a try ? After all, the probabilities of you having reciprocated feelings for me were very low, so I think that I’m lucky enough not to waste that chance, what do you think ?” he finally answer, smiling at you softly, yet still a bit nervous.

“I think that it could be a very good idea.”

Your face were burning at that moment, and you were glad that the light was dimed enough for him not to notice it.

“Even when knowing how differently my mind works ?” he asks more hesitantly.

“I know you Tech, that’s a part of why I fell for you, don’t worry about that.” You reassure him.

“Well, I’m even more lucky than I thought I already was then.”

You chuckled at his remark, then something came back to your mind, and you couldn’t help but address it to him, out of curiosity.

“Was that your hand I felt on my cheek when I woke up ?”

“Yes, it was ... I’m sorry, I just … let myself got overwhelmed by the emotion when checking your heartbeat …”

“No, don’t be sorry, it was comforting honestly, even if I didn’t understand where it was coming from at first. I was just thinking … Can you … Can you do it again, please ?”

It was true, as soon as it seemed to you that the feeling was coming from him touching you, you had wished for that contact to happen again, even more intensely than the usual, and even though your mind tried to trick you into thinking that it was just some sort of hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen.

Looking at you right in the eyes and without a word, he slowly reached for your face with one of his hands, brushing your cheek slightly with the tips of his fingers at first, to end up cupping It with his whole palm, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You shivered under his touch, closing your eyes to fully focus on the sensation, savoring every second of it.

He was starting to shyly close the distance between your two faces, craving for an even more intimate contact, when a familiar voice suddenly exits from his commlink, making you both jump in surprise, cutting the moment.

“Found it !” Wrecker’s enthusiastic voice beams through the device.

“Alright Tech, we’ve got her, and we found the gear and the ipsium.” Hunter’s voice soon followed.

You looked at each other, a bit stunned, and you quickly understood that he must have contacted them after getting out of the water and asked them to find Omega and retrieve your stuff.

“Good” Tech answers, with a more confident and directive tone, breaking the eye contact with you.

“Next, you’ll need to carefully scale down the narrow crevasse and descend into the aqueduct below. You will come upon us once the rapids eject you over the waterfall. But you must not compromise the mineral vials or you will perish.”

You heard Wrecker groans in dissatisfaction as a response.

“Well, that’s a way to motivate them.” you let out ironically.

At the sound of your voice, Omega instantly came into the conversation.

“(y/n) ! Are you okay ?” she exclaims, a mix of concern and relief in her voice.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine, thanks to Tech.” you softly smile at him.

“I was so worried about you, when I saw you fell, I … I’m sorry, it was all my fault …”

Her voice was anxious and the words were escaping her mouth way too fast, her apologies and guilt broke your heart.

“Don’t ever say that, Omega, it’s not your fault, you did your best. It’s gonna be okay, I’m okay, and we’ll be reunited soon, right ?” you try to reassure her.

“Right” the young girl answers, “I can’t wait to see you again, I miss you, (y/n).”

“I miss you too little one.”

“Alright then, we’re going, see you soon !” Hunter’s voice came through the commlink again, before the communication cut.

You let out a long sigh of relief, then the silence fell upon the two of you, only disturbed by the murmur of the water. You both sat here awkwardly, still holding each other tight, not really knowing what to do. Your eyes met again and you held each other’s gaze for a moment before you finally say something.

“Well …” you whisper nervously, “What a hell of a day, uh …”

The remark made him chuckles, easing the tension floating in the air. You looked so cute being all nervous around him.

A sudden burst of courage took over him, and he gently cupped your cheeks with both of his hands this time, leaning forward you and closing the already tight space separating you once and for all, to settle his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasing sensation of his skin against yours once again, as the beating of your heart started to accelerate. His nose came brushing against yours, then his trembling lips slowly moved forward, staying so close but so far at the same time. You knew that he was so nervous that he couldn’t go further. His heart was racing too, and after a few seconds of hesitation, you decided to give him a little help to close the remaining distance.

As soon as your mouth met his, he instantly answered the kiss and pulled you even closer. He was holding you so desperately and his lips were so eager to taste yours that you knew he had been waiting for that for a long time. It was shy and a bit clumsy, but yet soft and intense. He couldn’t resist the urge to give you another kiss right after the first one, more confident but just as soft.

After that, you stay forehead against forehead, his hands still framing your face, one of yours still settled on his shoulder as the other one was running its fingers gently through his hair, looking dreamingly at each other.

“What’s gonna happens now ?” you ask after a moment, “Are we gonna tell them ?”

“I don’t know … To be honest, I think that they’re going to notice it rather quickly, it’s hard to hide anything from them for more than a couple days, and “a couple days” is an optimistic range actually.”

“Oh I believe you on that !” you giggle.

“To be fair” he adds, “I think that Hunter and Echo have already saw through me somehow. I have no idea about how they managed to find out, but they did, judging by the couple of remarks and allusions they had already gave me.”

The tough of Hunter and Echo teasing Tech about you made you laugh, they really where talented when it came to reading their brothers.

“Yeah, I see what you mean, they did the same to me, and I’m still trying to figure out how they found out for me too …” you chuckle.

You didn’t get the chance to finish your conversation, as a loud splash sound and a couples of mixed screams came bursting through the calm atmosphere of the cave, announcing that the rest of the group had successfully made their way to you.

At their sight, you looked at each other, and as they were swimming in your direction, Tech leaned his head toward you and whispered in your ear with an amused smile :

“Well, let’s see how many times we got before getting caught now !”

#cfb2023 #vi writing #tech x reader #the bad batch #tech #tbb tech #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader

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meeenx · 7 hours

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in the spirit of ✨romantizing my mental illnesses✨

i am dubbing this specific phenomenon:

the slim hours

in my experience doing intermittent f@sting, this is the specific period of time in my fast where:

it’s after the point where i get the most hungry

it’s sometime at the 22hr mark, it used to be at the 20hr mark

i do not feel it if i do a 16:8 fast - only for extended ones (18:6 or OMAD comes times depending on what i eat before)

in my experience, i start to:

lose the hungry feelings

my body feels almost like my bones are heavy

increased focus after 17-18 hours, i was able to get multiple things done and efficiently

if i sm0ke 🍃, it hits 10x harder va sm0king when eating/after eating

most of the time i am able to ⭐️ve past 24hrs if i can get to this point.

feeling energized to get through workouts

feeling a bit more cheerful in personality/maybe in part to exercise release chemicals and such

each time i get to this time in a f@st, i always see the scale drop the next day. always.

drinking low cal drinks, coffee, tea, anything without cals doesn’t affect it.

i call it ‘the slim hours’ because it does feel like after the 22hr mark it’s like i feel myself shrinking, like my body is forced to eat through my fat instead of any extra cals.

this time is different for everyone, but i’d recommend finding

✨ your slim hours ✨

(let me know if there’s a scientific name for this i wasn’t sure and just gave it a cute name imo idk i was a visual arts major plz)

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Your Creed, My Quest - Chapter 2

din djarin x jedi!reader/oc

din djarin masterlist

with Moff Gideon off their tail, they continue the search for her master. connections continue to strengthen, and she finds herself pulled further and further away from the Jedi path.

warnings | 18+ angst, canon-typical violence, feelingssssss

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It’s been weeks since she has heard from her master. Weeks of planet hopping, seeking any intel on her whereabouts, with little success. Along the way, they had picked up a handful of odd jobs, racking up credits to be able to sate the kid’s seemingly endless appetite. The whisper is gone, but she hasn’t been using her abilities either, not while they’re on a job, mostly out of fear that it will reopen something inside her that she can no longer close. Her sabers stay tucked away in her bunk, and she’s getting better with a blaster. The only time she taps back into the Force is when Din needs healing, which seems to happen every time they return to the Crest after a job.

Every time she does it, getting her hands on his ever-appearing wounds, she knows it’s only strengthening the thread between them, and pulling her further away from any chance she still has at becoming a Jedi. But even if she wanted to, she doesn’t think she could stop. He’s always perfectly still and quiet as she works, but she can feel his eyes on her, even through the visor of his helmet, like a force in and of itself. There is no darkness in this power she accesses, and she revels in that fact, that she can do something good, something that doesn’t end in death or destruction.

The kid is the other bright spot in her days. After one too many escapes that left both her and Din frantically searching for him, she’s taken to having him tucked in a pack she keeps slung on her back, his intermittent coos and gurgles blowing into the nape of her neck. She’s been trying to get him to sit in meditation with her, in the evenings and during their journeys through hyperspace, but it usually devolves into him crawling into her lap, tiny hands patting her face in his way of communicating that he’s hungry. There isn’t much that the kid won’t eat, something she has learned rather quickly, as she currently is trying to stop him from eating the eggs of the frog woman they are transporting. At least, she’s trying to stop him from eating any more of her eggs. She had caught him in the hull a few times, dipping his little fingers into the tank the eggs were stored in, but he didn’t seem interested in heeding her pleas to stop, slurping up two of the quivering orange balls before she could pull him away.

Her task has been made exponentially more difficult by the fact that they all have to cram into the cockpit now, after a touchy run-in with some New Republic fighter jets that left the Crest in shambles. It’s a short limp to Trask, where they need to drop the woman off and where they’ll continue looking for any information on her master’s location. She has resorted to keeping the kid locked firmly on her lap with her arms wrapped around him to keep him from messing with the tank of eggs, and she’s starting to go a bit stir-crazy from it.

The frog woman is fast asleep in the other passenger seat, clutching her tank to her chest. Luckily, after a lot of petulant whining, the kid has fallen asleep in her arms as well, drooling a little on her forearm where his head is slumped. She meanwhile hasn’t slept since they all crowded into the cockpit, her whole body cramped up with the way she’s had to sit ramrod straight to keep the kid on her lap. Din seems to be taking notice of her discomfort, continuing to turn around in his seat, looking at her, but not saying anything, just turning back around with a sigh.

When he swivels his chair around the next time, she lets out a huff, keeping her voice quiet so as not to wake the kid.

“Can I help you with something?” Din’s helmet tilts slightly. She hadn’t meant to speak so rudely, but she doesn’t exactly have a filter in her sleep-deprived state. He clears his throat.

“Have you slept at all since we took off?” She sighs, only offering him a small shake of her head.

“I’ve been a little busy keeping someone from eating any more frog babies.” She can hear the snort of laughter through his voice modulator, and she sets her face in a deep frown at him.

“I’m glad this is amusing to you, but he’s been an absolute menace this whole ride.” “No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I just– you need to get some rest.” She sighs.

“Think I’d need to be able to actually spread out a bit to do that.” Before she really knows what he’s doing, Din hooks his arm under her ankles, lightly tugging her legs until her calves are resting over his thighs where he’s turned his seat to face her, her back shrugging down her own seat just a bit. Normally, she’s the one touching him, not the other way around, so this sudden move leaves her a little too stunned to speak, looking at him with wide eyes as he rests a gloved hand on her ankle.

“Is that any better?” She swallows thickly, nodding as she shifts down in her seat, the child still sound asleep. Din tilts his head back to check the nav system before settling back in his own seat.

“We’ve got a little while before we’ll jump out of hyper. Try to get some sleep. I won’t move, and I’ll keep an eye on the kid.”

Mercifully, she does, lulled to sleep by the continuous movement of Din’s thumb brushing along her ankle.

…

“Aiding a jetii. Times really have changed.” Din is getting rather tired of people saying things like this to him. His eyes flicker away from Bo Katan’s open sneer over to her, glimpsing the hard set of her jaw as she studies this trio of Mandalorians before them in the dim light of the tavern.

Every member of the Creed is familiar with the Mandalorian-Jedi War that left the planet of Mandalore barren, save for their domed cities that became easy targets for imperial forces to finish the scorching of the homeland. He remembers learning as a young recruit that Jedis would always be enemies to Mandalorians, but that was before his kind was scattered to the wind. He couldn’t think of her – or the kid – as enemies even if he tried.

He does find it a bit odd that this trio is casting judgment on him when they so freely remove their helmets. When the barkeep had directed them over to their table, he nearly choked when Bo casually took off her helmet before shaking his hand, her two companions following suit. Trask is a backward planet, without question, but even that was no excuse for what Din saw as entirely heretical behavior. She had seemed confused as well, her brow furrowed as she looked between him and the three helmetless Mandalorians who refused to shake her hand.

“I made a vow to help her deliver the child to her master. We seek Ahsoka Tano, do you know of her?” Bo glances to her two companions before giving him a firm nod.

“I do happen to know of her.” “Do you know where she is?” Bo doesn’t so much as acknowledge her question, keeping her eyes fixed on Din. The way they’re treating her is starting to get to him, a prickle settling under his skin. He flexes his palm on the table.

“Please, if you know where we can find her, tell us.” Bo huffs, sitting up a little straighter.

“Last I heard, she was on Corvus. A real backward planet if you ask me.” Bo’s eyes are fixed on her now, obvious contempt laced through her tone. Din leans forward, subtly sliding his shoulder in front of her to regain Bo’s attention

“Could say the same about Trask. What is it you’re doing here?” Bo smiles thinly at him.

“We’re gathering weapons. Taking back weapons, actually. Weapons that were plundered from our homeland. One day soon, we will use them to reclaim Mandalore.”

“That planet is a wasteland. There’s no reclaiming something that’s dead.” Din’s surprised by her harsh words, glancing over to her and her steely expression. Bo seethes from across the table.

“Well, I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the wasteland your kind made out of Mandalore. But I wouldn’t believe everything your master tells you.” Din slams his palm down on the table to silence Bo.

“That’s enough. Thank you for your help, but this is a pressing matter, and we must go.”

“Not so fast, Djarin. We require your help as well with our mission.”

…

She’s trying to not show it in front of the kid, but she’s livid. The three Mandalorians had flatly refused to let her help them on their mission to seize an imperial star ship. She could hardly look at Din when he dropped her and the kid off with the frog woman and her husband, and he had sighed dejectedly, muttering that he would return soon before he jetted off to meet the trio.

The way they treated her had been ludicrous, but what upsets her more is that she isn’t even what they kept calling her. Jetii, the Mandoan word for Jedi. She huffs, sitting back in her chair and passively watching the kid who’s mesmerized by the tadpole hatchlings of the frog couple. She just hopes he won’t try to eat them.

It’s late when Din returns, and she wordlessly scoops the kid up into her pack, slinking out of the frog couple’s home and toward the docks before he can get a word in edgewise.

All she wants to do is curl up in her bunk and sleep until they make it to Corvus, but as she nears the Crest, it becomes clear that this won’t be possible. Din sidles up next to her, letting out a long sigh.

“Looks like we’re not gonna be able to make it to Corvus until someone a little more skilled gets their hands on the Crest.” She huffs.

“Tatooine?”

“Tatooine.”

While they may be down a passenger, her simmering anger more than takes up the extra space in the cockpit. The kid is completely tuckered out in his bassinet, thankfully, because she’s not sure she could put on a bright face for him right now. The words of those Mandalorians have burrowed under her skin, the way they treated her only adding fuel to the fire as they set a sputtering course for Tatooine. She can see Din turning in his seat toward her out of the corner of her eye, but she keeps her gaze focused out the window on the blurring by stars.

“I’m sorry– about today. They shouldn’t have behaved like that toward you.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. After all, our kinds have been enemies for millenia. Although, I probably shouldn’t say that since I will never be a Jedi now.” A heavy silence falls as she finishes speaking, a few breaths before Din breaks it.

“You don’t know that.” Her eyes flash over to him, anger threatening to spill over.

“Don’t tell me what I do or don’t know. You didn’t grow up having the Jedi Code drilled into your head until you dreamed it in your sleep. The Code that says you must never do exactly what I did on Nevarro.”

“You still have your abilities, don’t you? Would it be so bad if you never became a Jedi?”

“Tell me, Din. Would it be so bad if you never became a Mandalorian?” That silences him, and he slumps back in his seat. She knows she’s being unfair and she scrunches her eyes shut in frustration.

“I’m not one, technically, not anymore. Not since you saw my face.” Her breath catches at his crackling words. Neither of them had spoken of it since that day on Nevarro, though she often envisioned his features, rehearsing his face in her mind so she wouldn’t forget it. Those dark brown eyes…

Din sighs when she doesn’t speak again.

“You’re a student, right? Students make mistakes.” She squints at him, unsure of his meaning.

“What are you saying?” He leans forward, closer to her, his elbows resting on his thighs.

“I’m saying, don’t throw it all away. That– that can’t be it for you. You’re too– one mistake shouldn’t decide your future.” She sighs, pressing her lips in a firm line as she looks at him. She would agree with him, if she had only made one mistake. But the truth is, she makes more mistakes every time she puts her hands on him to heal him, and every time she lays down to sleep, even making mistakes in her dreams when he’s all that fills them.

She finally huffs, shaking her head of these thoughts.

“It’s hard to say anything about my future without speaking to my master. We need to get to Corvus.” He sits back in his chair, shoulders squaring up as he nods.

“We will. As soon as this thing can fly right. I promise you.” She softens her grimace at his words.

“Thank you. I-I’m sorry, Din. I shouldn’t have–” He cuts her off with a shake of his head, already turning his seat back around to the control panel. He speaks over his shoulder to her.

“You don’t have to apologize. I understand– in a way. Just get some rest, we’ll be on Tatooine in no time.”

…

“Blended families are tough, huh?” Din is startled out of his quiet observations of her and the kid by Peli slapping him on the shoulder. He scoffs at her words.

“What? That isn’t what this is.” Peli snorts, shaking her head and clapping him on the back one more time before she shuffles back into the garage. He turns around, resuming watching her lightly jog around the junkyard, the kid letting out shrieks of laughter as he tries to catch her. It’s a relief to him to see a small smile on her face as she plays with the kid after such an icy ride back to Tatooine. He knows he overstepped with what he said to her, trying to speak on something he really doesn’t know about. But he meant what he said, and it pains him to think that her future has been ruined all because of something she did for him.

His thoughts are interrupted by a peel of laughter that doesn’t come from the kid, but from her. He’s never heard her laugh like that, free and loose as she looks at the kid with her hands on her hips. Din’s eyes sweep over to the kid who has a bright smile on his face, holding something up in his hand as if to show her, something shiny. Din huffs when he realizes what it is, something he’s been trying to keep the kid’s hands off of since he started traveling with him.

“Hey. Where did you get that?” He walks over to the kid, motioning to the metal ball that’s in his hand, the same metal ball that’s supposed to be screwed onto one of the Crest’s shifter handles. The kid tilts his head at him, holding the ball out in his tiny palm.

“Eh?” Din sighs at the kid’s questioning babble, crouching down to take the ball back.

“That’s not a toy, ok? I need it back.” Before he can take the small piece of metal out of the kid’s outstretched hand, the ball darts away from him, whizzing over his shoulder as if on its own. Din cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, catching sight of her standing behind them, the ball now held in her hand as she offers him a crooked grin. The kid giggles at the display, clapping his palms together as Din stands with a grumble to fully look at her. She shrugs, holding the ball out to him.

“I’m sorry, it was just too easy, I had to. Here, take it.” Din shuffles over to her, hoping that the tilt of his helmet makes him look unamused as he reaches out to take the ball. However, once again, just as his fingers brush the curved metal, the ball is darting away and back to the kid, who had used so much power to pull it back to him that he tips backward when it lands in his palm. Din doesn’t have time to be angry about it, not when the laugh she lets out makes him a little lightheaded with the sound. She sighs, coming to stand right behind Din with her hand on his shoulder.

“Alright, that’s enough teasing, kid. Give Din his ball back.” What she does next is entirely unexpected. She slides her other hand down his forearm until her palm is cupping the back of his hand, guiding it out until his palm is flat and upturned. It feels like a magnet pulling down through his skin and he watches as, one last time, the ball floats away from the kid’s hand and toward them, landing in the center of Din’s palm. She curls her palm, closing Din’s hand over the ball as their fingers twine together over it. Her touch is gone far sooner than Din would like it to be. She squeezes his shoulder before stepping out from behind him to go pick up the kid.

“I think this one is hungry–”

“Patu.” The kid doesn’t even let her finish, bringing his little palm to her cheek as she huffs out a laugh, hoisting him a little higher in her arms.

“Yep, definitely hungry. I’m gonna take him to get something to eat at the tavern. Do you wanna come?” He has to clear his throat of the heady thickness that had settled there, letting out a harsh cough before answering.

“Uh, no, you go ahead. I should stay and make sure those droids don’t mess up the Crest.” She offers him a small smile before walking off with the kid toward the tavern. When Din turns back to the garage, Peli is standing watching him with a smug grin. He huffs.

“What?” Peli puts her hands up as if in surrender, shaking her head.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just, you three really are the strangest family I’ve seen. A Mandalorian, a Jedi, and their little green baby. A sight for the millenia if you ask me.” Din tries to shake off the heat rising up the collar of his flight suit, grumbling as he passes her on his way into the garage.

“I already told you. That’s not what this is.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that, Mando.”

…

“Slow down, kid. Food’s not going anywhere.” He doesn’t seem to hear her plea, instead picking up his cup of soup and tipping it back so he can gulp down every last bit, letting out a tiny burp when he finally comes up for air. She sighs.

“Does that mean you want another?” All she gets in response is another tiny burp and a wide smile from him, but nonetheless, she flags the barkeep down to get him another cup which the kid immediately gets to work on when it’s placed in front of him, contented gasps between each gulp. She sits back in her own chair, enjoying the quiet, simple moment. It had been a relief, playing around with the kid in the junkyard, getting him to stretch his abilities, if for nothing else than to mess with Din a little. She feels lighter as she watches the kid, enough so that she lets her hearing wander the tavern,listening in on broken bits of conversation. Her spine prickles when she picks up on a name she didn’t think she’d ever hear again.

“I heard that Moff Gideon is still looking for that asset. Would probably bring in quite a few credits.” “I heard he’s got his sights on someone else now, someone even more powerful, if you can believe it. I don’t know if I buy any of it. Talk is cheap, and Maker knows the Jedis are long gone from this galaxy.” Her ears are ringing as she quietly picks up the kid, shushing his fussy whines as she slips him into her pack and slinks out of the tavern. She stumbles back to the junk yard in a numb haze, trying to piece together some sort of plan in her mind.

When she enters the garage, she finds Din studying the control panel on the side of the Crest, but he stops what he’s doing, tilting his helmet at her as she comes closer.

“Everything alright?” She gets close enough to him that she can keep her voice quiet as she answers.

“I-I don’t know. I heard something in the tavern.” He crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh as she continues.

“It was two bounty hunters, I think. They mentioned Moff Gideon.”

“What about Moff Gideon?” His voice is low and steely, just heard above the whirring of the mech droids.

“They were talking about him like he– like he’s still alive.”

“That’s impossible. We saw him die.”

“No we didn’t, Din. We saw his ship explode. We don’t know if he actually–”

“Are you just gonna believe a stray rumor then?” She huffs, quickly getting frustrated by how dismissive he’s being.

“I don’t know, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. We need to leave as soon as possible. The sooner the kid is with my master, the sooner he’s safe from whatever, or whoever, may be looking for him.” Din sighs, but nods, closing up the control panel before turning back to her.

“Alright, repairs are almost done. I’ll chart our course so we can take off as soon as the droids are finished.” She thanks him and he offers her another nod before walking away toward the hatch of the Crest. She isn’t sure why she didn’t tell him all of what she heard, that Gideon may be looking for her now as well as the kid. If he is alive, she’s sure he would be seeking her, if for nothing else than base revenge. She did crush his hand, afterall.

She scrunches her eyes closed, resting one hand on the belly of the Crest to steady herself, the kid making quiet gurgles of seeming concern from her pack. It feels like her chest is seizing up, her breath getting more and more shallow the more she tries to control it until she can barely get in an inhale. She jolts hard when a hand comes to her shoulder, Peli hushing her as she steps into her field of vision.

“Hey, take some deep breaths with me. Don’t need you passing out in here. Pretty sure that’s some sort of New Republic workplace violation.” Peli crouches slightly to catch her downturned gaze.

“There you go, take a nice steady breath with me.” She takes a deep inhale with Peli before letting it go, repeating it a few times as she starts to calm down. Peli squeezes her arm assuringly.

“Trouble in paradise?” She nearly stops breathing all over again.

“What?” Peli sighs.

“I told Mando this blended family stuff can be hard. But for what it’s worth, I think he’s quite taken with you and your boy.” All she can do is splutter out a laugh, Peli’s comment is so ridiculous.

“He’s not my– we’re not– this isn’t–” Peli cuts her off with a quirk of her brow and another squeeze to her arm.

“So you both say. It’s not my place to say this, but I think you’re doing a great job with this little guy.” She brushes the kid’s ear that’s peeking out over her shoulder, eliciting a breathy giggle from him. For some reason, Peli’s words, even if they are silly, send a warmth spreading through her chest. She offers her what she can of a smile and a quiet thank you. Peli nods, patting her arm one more time before she whips around to the sound of clanging metal, making a beeline for a mech droid and yelling at it to be more careful. Soon after, Din comes down from the hull.

“The Crest is ready. Should be able to jump into hyper pretty fast, and from there we’ll be on Corvus in no time.” The kid coos, pressing up on her shoulders to get a better look at Din.

“We’re ready too. Let’s move.”

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Once upon a time in the bustling city of Chicago, there was a general manager named Alexander. He was the heir to a prestigious group of hotels and resorts scattered across the globe. With his charming smile, sculpted physique, and impeccable taste in expensive tailored clothes, Alexander was a force to be reckoned with.

At the age of 32, he had it all figured out – a successful career, a good work-life balance, and a passion for fitness. Each day, he started with a refreshing morning run, intermittent fasting and a protein-rich diet. For lunch, he indulged in a workout, and dinner consisted of healthy grilled meats or fish. Even during business meetings, Alexander remained disciplined and committed to his health routine. He would always make time for his daily workout, guided by his handsome 23-year-old personal trainer, Jacob.

One day, Alexander received a special request from his family. They entrusted him with taking over a small group of all-inclusive resorts. The family believed that Alexander's success as the general manager of a 5-star hotel in Chicago would be instrumental in transforming the underperforming resorts. Despite his tight schedule, Alexander enthusiastically accepted the challenge, eager to prove his mettle.

With great excitement, Alexander shuttled back and forth between his hotel in Chicago and the resorts. As he explored each location, the potential for a successful transformation became evident to him. The natural breathtaking settings and potential for a small renovation ignited his enthusiasm. Moreover, the resort staff possessed a superb culinary taste, which only added to Alexander's eagerness.

However, Alexander soon realized that the serene resorts were not conducive to his fitness routine. Unlike the bustling streets of Chicago, running was not an option in these remote locations. Moreover, the gyms were far from his accustomed standards. Undeterred, Alexander tried to squeeze his workouts into his exceedingly tight schedule to ensure he remained efficient. But as the days filled up with meetings, grabbing take-out meals became the norm, leaving little time for exercise.

Two months later, Alexander's personal trainer, Jacob, could no longer ignore the noticeable weight gain in his client. Worried, he suggested Alexander step on the scale. Shockingly, the display read 18 pounds of unwanted fat! Panic coursed through Alexander's veins as he realized he would be unable to change the situation before the resorts' grand opening.

Jacob sprang into action, summoning the resort's talented chef to create a fully tailored menu for Alexander's specific dietary needs. Initially, the new routine worked well, and with the gym renovations completed, Alexander managed to squeeze in lunch workouts. However, as his schedule grew more demanding, new investors sought his attention, and important locals requested dining engagements, Alexander found himself indulging in calorie-packed tastings during lunchtimes. The chef, eager to impress, kept increasing the portion sizes.

Exhausted from the grand opening of the last resort, Alexander returned home to find a visibly changed Jacob waiting for him. Both men had gained weight, but only one had accumulated fat. The realization struck hard – Alexander had gained an additional 20 pounds, and it was all too visible.

Determined to rectify his situation, Alexander decided to take immediate action. He threw himself into a grueling diet and exercise regimen, pushing himself to the limits. After six weeks of intense training and dietary discipline, he managed to shed off the excess weight and regain his former fit physique.

With his family urging him to visit the resorts and oversee their progress, Alexander pondered his options. It was during a wardrobe change after an intense workout that a brilliant idea struck him. He called in his loyal trainer, Jacob, and made him an unexpected offer.

Alexander, grateful for Jacob's dedication and commitment, proposed that his personal trainer take on the role of a secret tester for the resorts. The plan involved Jacob spending six weeks at each resort, testing out everything it had to offer while providing valuable feedback. Additionally, Jacob would be responsible for testing new ideas and menus, ensuring the resorts offered the best possible experiences for their guests.

Overjoyed at the opportunity to explore new surroundings and take on new challenges, Jacob happily Alexander accepted's proposal. Together, they forged a partnership that would not only benefit the resorts but also strengthen their personal and professional bond. He would have to report his experiences every week via mail and every 6 weeks fly back to Chicago to meet up the corporate team so they can follow up on the experiences of the “secret guest”.

Stay tuned for part 2…

#fictionalweightgain #maleweightgain #maleweightgainstories #weightgain #weightgainstories #fictionalstories

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thunderheadfred · 2 months

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Just wanted to thank all you tumblr buddies for being so supportive. It means a lot.

Partner has been in what he calls “grandma mode” and is basically force-feeding me healthy snacks every hour to maintain my blood glucose. It seems to be helping with the dizziness, but I’m still tracking my numbers out of curiosity.

I don’t seem to have any dangerous glucose numbers in either direction, so I don’t think it’s gestational diabetes. What I think is happening is that I’m naturally prone to low blood sugar. This explains… a lot of incidents in my past, actually, including the times I passed out at the pool as a kid and almost passed out at work… And when I brought this up, my mom was like haha yeah I’m hypoglycemic but never told you lol it’s probably genetic. 🙄 tha nk s mOm

So I never knew this about myself until the baby started siphoning blood glucose off the top. It’s not an emergency, I just need to prevent spikes (goodbye processed carbs) and keep healthy food coming in small quantities. I never had problems with intermittent fasting (in fact it was great for stabilizing me) but haven’t been doing IF since the pregnancy, obviously. Even multiple small meals and snacks haven’t been enough, so. I must now eat a constant stream of nuts and berries like a little tweety bird. lol

Would have been nice for a medical professional to tell me this and not to have to figure it out myself via trial and error……… I mean, they sort of tried, but not in a way that was helpful? I don’t know.

But anyway

#Fred is pregnant

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ladybugsinspace · 7 days

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April 8th 2024

Ok here’s the plan.

Starting today I’m going to start intermittent fasting again, omad, aiming for 10k steps a day and an apples & ice only diet until further notice.

Food window: 4:00pm-8:00pm

That will give me a 20hr fast between meals every day.

Notable exceptions: family meals

Workarounds: I will try my best to make excuses to get out of family meals, and if I still must eat with family I will either sit and make it seem like I’m eating and not, or last resort have a few bites/ eat only the size of my fist and chew slowly.

At the end of the day, no one can actually FORCE me to eat. In the past I’ve claimed being forced to eat with family but if I would’ve held stronger in my excuses and refused meals even at the risk of being rude, I would’ve been a lot farther by now.

I’ve decided to simply work harder for my goals.

I get to CHOOSE what goes in my body and how much I we!gh. It’s that simple. I’ve got this.

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I just wanted some genuine suggestions for losing weight without burning out my body and harming it. Since you are one of the most mature Tumblrina I know, I thought of asking you. You don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable.

thank you for your trust hun❤️ and for the tentative approach to a sensitive subject.

i learned a lot when i was on my own weight loss journey and i can genuinely give some sound advice on how to approach it in a healthy way.

depending on your starting point, i would suggest skipping working out entirely in the beginning. you can walk, 10k steps a day i still swear by, and that's cardio almost everyone can do. again, i don't know your starting point so if we're talking severely overweight start off slow, don't force your joints. just regular walking, no sprinting, running etc.

working out, even cardio stuff believe it or not is more for toning towards the end of weight loss journey and afterwards. everyone thinks hitting the gym is gonna help them lose weight when in fact it can do you a lot more harm than good especially at the beginning. you burn very little calories with an extreme amount of effort, making you even more hungry and prone to overeat, you're gonna end up bulking up your muscle mass and not really getting rid of the fat, plus, again, it can be extremely taxing on your joints and overall health if you push yourself too much too fast.

nutrition is the key with weight loss and i'm tired of ppl trying to sell working out to those who are desperate to make a change.

however it's not as easy as "just don't eat as much", unfortunately. and if you're like me and have other things hindering your process, in my case, insulin resistence, then it's really not simple at all.

you gotta try and see what works best for you but there are some things that benefit everyone regardless of their specific needs.

first of all, you gotta be in a caloric deficit. there are a lot of online calculators where you enter your current weight, age, gender, height and your weight goal, and it calculates what your daily caloric intake should be for you to get there as realistically as possible while still mentaining a healthy dose of nutrients.

which leads me to number two on the list, macros (those calculators will tell you what your daily macros should be too). you wanna look up meals that are high protein low cal. you'll be amazed how some easy changes to your diet can make such a big difference! download myfitnesspal (an app) where you can track everything you eat, buy a food scale so you can weigh everything and this way you can ensure you reach your macros for the day (protein, fats, fibers and carbs) while staying within your daily caloric deficit. which btw, should never go bellow 1100-1200 no matter how fast you're trying to lose weight! there's no way you can reach your macros if you do that and you'll be malnourished, you'll lose muscle mass not just fat and you'll also end up with lose skin if you starve yourself.

which leads me to number three, don't starve yourself!!! you won't be able to sustain it for a long period of time and you'll end up binge eating every several days, which will erase all the "progress" anyway. trust me.

allow yourself a lil cheat meal every once in a while so you don't grow frustrated(careful to remain within your daily calorie intake, carbs and fats will probably skyrocket but at least try and get smth high protein)

drink lots and lots of water at least 3-4 liters daily (not all at once!!! this is very dangerous and i just wanted to clarify!) it makes a world of a difference!

try and get your 10k steps in if you can but even without that if you're in a defiict you WILL lose weight

you can also try intermittent fasting. i wouldn't recommend one meal a day. try at least two. the way it works is you try and not eat at all for as long as possible and then only eat in the ramaining timeframe. most ppl do 16-8 or 18-6. meaning you fast 16/18 hours and only eat in the remaining consecutive 8/6 hours. this eliminates snacking. which is important in terms of glicemic spikes. your body needs downtime between meals, if you keep feeding it and snacking however little every few hrs you keep getting spikes in your blood sugar and you won't lose weight. sometimes even if you're in a significant deficit. skipping breakfast is easiest, but you could skip dinner if it makes more sense for you. but make sure you hit your macros in the remaining timeframe. if you can't manage that, intermittent fasting is not for you

this is, in very rough lines, what i consider essential. keep at it for a month and you'll see results and will be motivated to continue! i hope it helps ❤️

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Good Afternoon, Gentlemen.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick) x f!reader

Warnings: some dogfighting, swearing, implied sexual content, badly described plane usage

(The only telling factor in this that the reader is female is the changing room they use 🤷‍♂️)

!SPOILERS FOR TOP GUN MAVERICK (KIND OF)!

Masterlist

"Clear for take-off." No sooner do the words come over the comms and I'm signalling to the ground crew to launch the jet forwards.

"Phantom, let's go!" Hangman's voice is loud in my ears as the sudden thrust throws me back in my seat, audible over the roar of the engines.

"On it!" I grit back, holding the joystick firmly as the jet hurtles off the end of the carrier, arcing up into the sky, fighting my grip as the air currents assault the aircraft.

Smoothly, I guide the plane up and over the cloud cover, ignoring the usual pull of the g-force on my body, quickly gaining a good height and pushing the accelerator forward. Around me, the jet hums as it springs forwards, responding to my every action with alacrity, sending the familiar thrill of energy through my bloodstream, a grin trying to pull at my lips until I remember the nature of the mission I'm on. Becoming serious, I fasten my mask around my face and bank around to the left.

"All clear, heading to Maverick and Rooster." I report, checking my radar for telltale markers.

When nothing shows up immediately, I bite my lip and push the plane into a faster speed, the force pressing hard on my body.

"Roger. Hangman on standby." The sharp response is fast, cutting out quickly to signal no further communication is needed.

Sighing, I check my surroundings for hidden enemies, easily finding nothing even as my radar starts blinking, a tinny noise emanating from the circle of glass. Glancing down, I locate the small icons and adjust my course, adrenaline rushing through me now as I race into battle, checking the status of my missiles and guns as I go. Speeding up, I ignore the bleeping of the jet's controls as I push the limits, desperate to get to my destination, the radar already picking up the separate aircrafts as I near.

As I come close, another intermittent beeping picks up, making me look round as I recognise it immediately. Panic shoots through me at the sight of the approaching bandit, the looming jet speeding towards me at an uncomfortably steady pace.

Cursing, I yank the joystick to the side, spiralling into a swift climb, taking myself out of direct range of the attacker's missiles. My eyes water at the pressure of the incline, but I fight through it, knowing I'm needed elsewhere.

As the altitude metre begins to blink, I level out and twist to the side, swerving before the other plane reaches me, easily sliding into position in front of it. Before the other pilot can react, I focus the missile lock on and fire off, glad to see the jet go down, a parachute appearing above the wreckage as it careens towards the sea below. Hurtling past, I readjust and carry on towards the other jets, which I can now see some way ahead, thankful to see there's only one enemy tailing Maverick. With one missile down on my part, I'm somewhat at a disadvantage, but at least we won't be caught off-guard.

My heart drops as I catch sight of the F-14 starting to climb, the bandit chasing close behind, clearly under the impression its prey has been cornered.

"Shit!" I think quickly, swiftly ducking the jet down to come up behind the pursuer, hoping their radar won't catch me, or they'll be too distracted.

I can hear Maverick and Rooster shouting over the radio at each other, my heart breaking a little at what filters through.

"Eject, Rooster, eject!" Maverick's voice is laced with panic and despair, straining from the g-force.

"I can't! It's broken, it won't pull!" Rooster sounds equally afraid, voice breaking a little.

I fight to keep the jet out of the Felon's jetstream, my eyes widening as I hear the distinct screeching warning of missile lock coming from the F-14, followed by a soft, gut-wrenching "I'm so sorry" from Maverick.

Gritting my teeth, I flick on my own missile lock, hastily trying to get a lock. It's difficult, the jet rocking and swaying quite a bit as I fight to stay where I am, but my desperation lends me a hand and I manage to focus the aim on the larger plane ahead of me. My thumb slips over the button, ready to press.

A sudden gust of air catches me off-guard and the jet sways, throwing me off.

Swearing, I strain to get the plane back into position, trying not to call out in frustration. My lip smarts from how hard I'm biting it, but my focus never wavers, relief barely felt as the missile lock catches again. This time, I don't hesitate, I just shoot.

A whirl of flames erupts ahead of me, silence falling on the radios as the wreckage drops from the sky. Skilfully, I guide my jet through the awry air currents, holding my breath until I see the older aircraft gliding below me, both pilots inside staring upwards. Dropping down beside them, I feel a wide grin of relief break out on my face, my hand lifting to drop my mask and wave across at them. Pulling the mask to my lips, I speak.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"Phantom?!" Rooster exclaims, seemingly relieved.

"The one and only." I reply, quickly speaking to the radio interceptors back on board, "All safe. Heading home."

"Roger, landing cleared." Comes the quick response, drawing a grateful sigh from the two other pilots over the comms.

"That thing gonna make it back?" I laugh, glancing across at Maverick at the helm as we bank around and begin the flight back to the carrier.

"It better." He replies, chuckling with giddy amusement.

"That it had." I agree, Rooster adding in his own voice, "Come on, let's pick up the pace. Everyone's waiting for you."

"I'll catch you on deck later?" Phoenix calls back to me as she heads to the door of the changing room, looking distinctly more at ease now.

"Yeah, I'll be there." I nod, smiling as she waves and leaves.

Once she's gone, I pick up my helmet from the bench behind me, running my hand over the decorated plastic before replacing it in my locker, under my flight suit. Leaning back, I close the door of the locker and go to leave myself, only to realise that someone else has walked in without me noticing.

"Rooster? What're you doing in here?" I frown teasingly, "You a woman now?"

The pilot doesn't say anything, smirking briefly before stepping close to me, crowding me into the locker. Without missing a beat, he places one hand on my waist as the other goes to my cheek, his hard body pressing against me to hold me in place. Butterflies come to life in my stomach, my heart pounding as Rooster leans down, pressing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

My eyes widen for a moment, surprise filling me until I feel happiness overwhelm it and I kiss back, threading my fingers into his hair to pull him closer, our lips moving smoothly over each other. Bradley moans into my mouth, apparently glad I'm reciprocating, his body very obviously relaxing into my touch as I press against him. I can't help but close my eyes, falling into the motions, sighing into his lips as he moves the hand on my cheek into my hair to hold me closer.

After a moment, we pull back for breath, panting heavily between us. His eyes meet mine, searching.

"I've wanted to do that for so long…" He admits, glancing back down at my lips.

"Then don't stop now…" I reply, pulling him back to me.

This time, the kiss is more desperate, messier. Our lips move sloppily against each other, his tongue quickly moving to tease me, slipping inside when I moan and allow him in. The pilot swallows my every sound, holding me close to him, his hips pressing hard into mine as he starts to turn us. Gripping my ass, he lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist and he turns, lowering us to the bench behind us, pressing his entire body against mine. Moaning, I grip his hair as he breaks away and begins to kiss down my neck, leaving hot marks in his wake, lips mapping a trail down to my collar. Arching up into him, I roll my hips against his, drawing a deep groan of need from him.

After a long moment, Bradley pulls away again, breathing heavily, pupils blown with lust.

"I want you…" He murmurs, licking his lips, "But we should go somewhere more private."

I nod hastily, smoothing back his now messy hair.

"We should…and fast," I agree, leaning up to kiss his neck, "I want you, too."

#Rooster #break writes #Bradley Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw imagine #Top Gun: Maverick

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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all for him ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (19/05/23)

word count ; 1102

content ; clitoral stimulation, overstimulation, implied size kink, sub!reader

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; capsaicin cookie x female reader

read also on ; ao3

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Your current position was a precarious one: back pressed taut against your boyfriend’s hot, bare chest, so close you could feel his heart thrumming against his ribcage; one of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you in place as he pressed his lips against the skin behind your ear and whispered the purest filth into it; his other hand, calloused and hot and large, was between your legs, two fingers spreading your lips apart whilst his thumb toyed endlessly with your clit. Flicking and rubbing and circling, tracing random shapes and figure eights against the sensitive bud whilst you continued to moan and buck and whimper at his attention.

‘That’s it, that’s my good girl,’ he cooed, nipping the shell of your earlobe as he continued to play with your body, ‘be as loud as you like; let everyone hear those pretty little sounds of yours,’

His commentary was endless, his voice kept low but still carrying an air of excitement to it as he spoke. Words, however simple, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure wracking through your body — shaking you to your very core in the most wonderful way imaginable.

‘Oh we like that don’t we?’ Capsaicin Cookie teased when he momentarily increased the pressure he applied to your clit and coaxed a gasp from your lips. ‘My girl likes being used, don’t you? You like it when I play with you like this don’t you?’

Then, when you whimpered and nodded, he promptly rewarded you by reaching up with his free hand to force you to turn your head to the side. Only giving you a moment to process what was happening before he crashed his lips against yours, capturing you in a hot, wet, messy and passionate kiss — which you returned in kind once your mind had caught up with your surroundings.

Every brush of his fingertips against your sex sent a new wave of slick gushing out of your neglected, fluttering pussy that added to the amount already covering your thighs and his wrist. Though neither of you cared too much, far too caught up in the overwhelming pleasure that he was giving you to acknowledge anything beyond the telltale throbbing of your core and the feeling of his hot hands and your cool skin. The rest of the world beyond him and his touch fading away bit by bit as he skilfully and lovingly guided you towards your climax.

Though with the combination of his intermittent praise, his lips on your own, the heat of his chest against your back, and the feeling of his thick calloused fingers playing with your pussy, it didn’t take much longer for you to fall over the edge. And, as always, it was mind blowing.

Your vision was overcome with splotches and flashes of bright white that pulsed and flitted about the inside of your eyelids, their movements erratic and yet also somehow rhythmic. Your hands found purchase on your boyfriend’s horns and in his hair, one grasping tightly at the base of his left horn (catching and cutting slightly on a ridge) to ground yourself whilst the other buried itself tightly in his messy hair, entangling your fingers in the strands and tugging him against you — the sharp pain causing him to moan into the kiss as he obliged and deepened it. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute, the sound crashing deafeningly in your ears, drowning out everything else save for the low, barely-there echo of his own heart that you could feel all the way through your chest. The muscles in your abdomen were tightening and relaxing in a maddeningly fast rhythm, the pace and ferocity leaving you aching and yet unable to stop as your needy hole gushed and squirted from the intensity of Capsaicin Cookies’ attention. Your lungs were aching and burning and desperate for air, unsatisfied by the feeble amount you inhaled through your brief and broken gasps, yet you refused to break the kiss and continued to pull him closer and moan and whimper and gasp and pant against his lips.

Wanting to be closer and closer until you were one, until you were drowning in him — his voice, his taste, his touch — and without any desire to come up and breathe. You could live forever in this moment if given the chance, and if you were capable of coherent thought through the fog of your orgasm, you’d have said as much to him as well.

Though by some miracle, or perhaps curse, it seemed that words weren’t needed to get your desire across as Capsaicin Cookie continued to stroke and stimulate your clit through your orgasm. Keeping you perpetually in a state of nirvana until, still reeling from your last, he skilfully pushed you over the edge into your second climax — the sudden tidal wave of pleasure causing you to cry out sharply into his mouth (a sound that he eagerly and greedily swallowed with a moan of his own).

Yet still he wasn’t satisfied and continued to work at you. Stroking, circling, flicking and even occasionally tracing a stripe along your slit and just barely dipping his fingertips into your dripping entrance (ever the tease, it seemed) before immediately returning his attention to that little bundle of nerves. Unrelenting in his pace and tormenting you with comments dripping with confidence and bravado whilst you continued to lose more and more of your ability to think.

‘Aw, babe, you okay?’

‘Just one more, I think you can take it,’

‘That’s my girl, always so receptive,’

‘Can’t you do one more? For me?’

‘Good girl,’

‘You look so hot when you’re all fucked-out,’

But it wasn’t ‘just one more’, no, he kept on going until you lost count. Until the pleasure started to bleed into pain and you were unable to do anything but tremble and weep and sob. Until you were collapsed against him and you were covered in your own cum as you kept on squirting and soaking yourself, him and the bed beneath you. Until you were on the brink of passing out.

Then and only then did he relent, slipping his hand back up and bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. Giving you plenty of time to catch your breath as he rubbed comforting circles on your hips, peppering kisses along your neck as he gave you one last bit of praise that you were just about able to make out.

‘You did so well, babe, I’m so proud of you. Take all the time you need to, we’re not going anywhere.’

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors fuck off #female reader #female reader smut #crk smut #cookie run smut #capsaicin cookie smut #capsaicin cookie x reader #cookie run x reader #crk x reader

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narrans · 3 months

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The Orion's Daughter : To Lands Beyond | Chapter Seven : Forms and Family Names

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Chapter Seven | Forms and Family Names

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I laid back against the grass and stared up at the bright blue and seemingly endless sky. I was completely out of breath. I closed my eyes and let myself relax just for a moment. I knew Steele would have me at it again in just a moment, but I decided to enjoy this moment with every fiber of my being.

The air has turned from the burning of the warm months to those of change. Already, the leaves started to fade from green to dozens of other shades of reds, browns, and golden oranges. The promise of the cold months was on the horizon. Still, it didn’t stop the blazing sun from baking the ground, and me with it.

As I laid on the ground, I felt my muscles twitching and aching, the pain washing over me like waves in the ocean. One moment, it was a dull ache, and the next it might be a harsh pinch or throb.

Still, I would not change it for anything.

For these past few moons, Steele has been putting me under every test imaginable. If I was not learning common script and letters with Mehlein, I was training and learning with Steele. His knowledge of practically everything under the sun made him such an asset to me. I felt like I could spend a thousand years with him and still not know everything there was to know.

We started with different histories of the land and significant events in history, both from his land and my own. He taught me about some of the great wars as well as some of the natural disasters that occurred, as well as how to combat the tragedy and restore balance.

It was something he was very insistent and passionate about – balance.

He talked about how there was a give and take in this and every world beyond the stars, which really made me think about what else could be out there. The possibility of worlds like ours but so different at the same time was mind numbing, and I loved it.

Next, he taught me about strategies using games and scenarios. I knew it was to grow my mind, but this is something I struggled with quite a bit when he first introduced the topic to me. The games were simple, but recently he started to make them harder. The games consisted of certain amounts of supplies and soldiers. I had to move them from one point to another without casualties, minimal supply use, and as fast as possible.

Over time, he would throw in different scenarios and tragedies. There would be natural disasters and realistic injuries I had to learn how to deal with. Sometimes, I had to divide my forces, and other times I needed to keep everyone together. I wasn’t always successful, especially in the beginning. However, a few moons of practicing and working through the different scenarios made the games a little easier. I was able to see patterns in how Steele worked, and I used them to my advantage.

When he realized I had picked up the patterns, he changed them, sadly leaving me in defeat once again – but I wasn’t going to give up.

We had a game later in the afternoon tomorrow, but now was not the time to worry about that. Right now, I focused on breathing and relaxing my body, forcing my mind to function. I knew that Steele would not let me rest for very long, but just because my body needed a rest didn’t mean that my mind needed a break.

Mentally, I was primed and ready to charge forward in my learning.

So, as I laid there, I went over the words I knew from Steele’s language. He had been teaching me intermittently, but the list of words I knew had increased tremendously.

Viyoo-en rhonor meant are you alright. Please was vandri. Mother was naterma. Thank you was bromidian. Stop was zhanth. Apologies, or I’m sorry, was ptiedier. There were other things like counting that I had gotten very good at, but only up to nineteen. The twenties were a bit harder for me for whatever reason. I needed to practice them more. I was nowhere near as good as my momma and I could only hope to catch up to her sooner than later, but, for now, I knew what I knew and that was enough.

After a few minutes longer, I heard Steele clear his throat, which was a clear indicator that it was time to get back to work.

“Terrilyn? Do you want to continue?” asked Steele. I heaved another breath before glancing up into Steele’s violet eyes. Something about them held a not-so-subtle amusement at my exhaustion. It took effort despite my protesting muscles, but I managed to get to my feet and once again took the correct stance in front of Steele, placing my right foot back and making sure most of my weight was on it. I kept my hands up, fists clenched the way he told me and didn’t tuck my thumbs in this time.

Steele leaned forward ever so slightly, his torso looming over me a bit, as he evaluated my form. His finger approached, but I didn’t shy away. I welcomed it. He carefully prodded my back, checking to see if my stance was able to withstand a gentle push from the tip of his finger. I could tell he needed a moment, and so I held that position.

Despite hours of training and the exhaustion of my body, I felt completely sound and determined. I was not going to bend or break - not after today. Another minute of evaluating and then Steele leaned back to his sitting position as I stood on the dirt mound.

“Good,” he complemented. “Now. First position.”

I fell into first position, letting my left foot sweep back as I kicked and lashed out with a back handed fist.

“Switch.”

The simple command made me spin on my heel to face behind me in the blink of an eye.

“Good. First, then third, then nine.”

The sequence was the one that started the fifteen-stance exercise that wore me out.

I spun on my heel once more, leaning on my back left while lashing out with a back fist from my closed right hand. I then lunged forward, punching out with my right hand followed by a kick. Ninth was tricky, but I was determined to get it this time. I spun on my heel and swung my left with a roundhouse kick. This time, I managed to stick the landing, but I was far from done.

Steele continued increasing the movements by two until I was up to seventeen when, as I sprung forward for a high front kick, I lost my balance and tripped down the hill, skidding my knees against the grass.

I laid there, once again, and stared at the sky.

I took a few deep breaths of the clean, wildflower smelling air, feeling the way my heart pounded and raced. The sequences were getting harder and faster, and I was definitely feeling each and every practice session that Steele and I had together.

After hearing Steele’s thoughtful chuckle, I saw his hand lower and rest right beside me.

“Care for a hand up?” Steele asked. I could hear the thoughtful caring as well as the amusement in his aged voice, and I welcomed it. Still, I was not ready to get back to it. I let out a puff of air and let it blow away one of the strands of my auburn hair that slipped out of the ponytail I put it in away from my face.

“If I sit up, do we have to get back to it immediately?” I asked. It felt like I needed to use all of the energy I had left to call up to Steele, making sure I spoke clearly. I knew in that moment that Steele felt completely conflicted. I saw the amusement and firm hand rise to tell me no, but the softer, gentler side rose up to meet it, and won.

“Very well. You do not need to start immediately. We can talk instead,” said Steele. Satisfied, I lifted my throbbing arm and rested my hand against his. I could feel his pulse against my fingertips, and I let his warmth, not the warmth of the day, spread through me. It somehow soothed my muscles and gave me new energy.

At least, it gave me enough energy to pull myself up onto his palm and lay with my back pressed against the side of his hand. He kept his hand there for me, unwavering, as I continued to catch my breath.

I looked back up into his features after a minute, my breath and heart finally under my control once again and nodded.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” I asked. I didn’t want there to be too much silence between us - not when he had so many things he needed to teach me.

“Well,” said Steele. He pulled his lips into an inquisitive purse off to the side as if in suspicious disbelief while his brow furrowed in contemplation. From where I was, I could see every all of the different smatterings of lightening dark blond and gray in his facial hair. “You could choose the topic, or I could talk of… eh… koonyardo vi… weak points on hands and limbs if you are in a tight spot.”

I felt excitement at that second option.

“Could you talk about the pressure points please?” I asked, remembering my manners this time. The last time I asked him to talk about something, I all but demanded it, shouting ‘that one that one’ and interrupting the other options. Steele smiled warmly, but I saw the glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Say it in my tongue, and perhaps I will,” he stated. I knew he was going to tell me regardless, but it was the true effort he wanted to see out of me.

I liked that about him.

He didn’t care if I was right or perfect. He just asked that I try with as much effort as I could.

Sadly, my effort was going to be very little. Some of the words he wanted me to use were ones I just memorized, and I just knew that I was going to get the pronunciation wrong in so many ways.

“Ooofff… alright,” I said as I conjured the words from my currently muddled mind. “Sa… wait… no… um… oh, yeah. That’s it. Vandri, sabon… ke….”

Steele must’ve seen the bit of panic in my eyes and the hesitation in my stuttering words and took pity on my floundering because he simply chuckled thoughtfully, as a wise grandfather would do, before he stated the phrase in his language.

“Vandri, sabon ke’tzellel rraha snikrik tab-va f-veryon,” stated Steele, making sure to speak slowly and deliberately so that I could hear the pronunciation of each and every word.

“Vandri, sabon ke’tzellel rraha snikrik tab-va f-veryon?” I bit my lip and hoped that I had managed to do his language some kind of justice. Steele made his language sound so beautiful and effortless. Even when momma said it, she seemed so certain and was able to spit out the words with ease. She had spent more time with Steele, and I had a lot to catch up on, which is exactly what this exchange taught me.

Steele smiled and nodded.

“Very good,” he said. I felt my heart swell with joy as I saw the twinkle of pride in Steele’s violet eyes. “Do not forget to roll or flip the ‘r’ sound against your tongue and keep the ‘n’ sound softer to where you almost do not hear it.”

“I won’t forget,” I said firmly, repeating the words and rules over and over in my head and softly out loud so I committed it to memory. Steele smiled proudly again and waited patiently to see my eyes meet his before continuing.

“To do this, you need to sit on the heel of my hand to see the points I… eh… koonyardo vi… reef-fur to,” stated Steele.

“Refer?” I asked, hoping to help him just as much as he has helped me.

“Ah! Yes. Bromidian. Refer. Points I refer to,” said Steele. I nodded and hoisted myself up onto his hand and practically crawled onto the heel of his palm because my limbs were practically screaming in protest with every movement I made.

Once I made it, Steele began pointing to different fingers and explaining how to pinch and twist them to place someone into submission easily.

“You pinch the little one like this,” he said as he took his pinkie finger, curled it in toward his palm, and squeezed on the bunched, curled up finger. “Moving it like this is not normal and painful for the body. Then, bending the wrist back can bring an enemy to their knees.”

“I see,” I said.

“Good. Then, notice how your arm twists as you move,” said Steele, rotating his left arm for me to see as a demonstration. Steele continued to explain as he lowered his left arm and pointed to different spots on his arm and hand. “By grabbing the hand here and twisting along this line here, you can pry someone’s hand off of you and get them in a submissive stance.”

“So, I’m supposed to twist and push down like this?” I asked. Instantly, as I performed the motion Steele told me about, I felt a twisting pain shoot through my limb. I didn’t even twist very hard and yet knew this was a very strong power move to be used if someone tried grabbing me.

Steele continued for the next hour talking about different poses and maneuvers to use. One of them, which was really useful and simple, was anticipating someone lunging, snagging their wrist, pivoting, and then using their forward momentum and weight against them as you forced them to the ground and pinned them there.

The more he spoke, I saw that there was something in his eyes. I could not quite place the emotion. It almost looked reminiscent at times, but other moments it was sprinkled with pain and renewed knowledge.

The more Steele talked, the more I started to wonder whether or not he had explained these things before to someone else. With the ease of his explanations, I could only assume he had done this at least a few times before.

An unexpected pang hit me full on in the chest. All I could think of was all of the people Steele had told this knowledge to and how I wished that I could be learning things like this from my own father. I wondered about him for a moment.

Would my father know how to fight? Was he any good at fighting? Or was he more of a scholar. You could be one and the other, as Steele demonstrated every day from his expansive knowledge and his use of tactics and skill. Was he a smooth talker? A diplomat who could talk his way out of conflict?

As I wondered these things, another painful pang hit me and made my heart clench.

What did it matter wondering these things about him?

I would never see him.

I would never meet him.

What good did it do thinking about him and all of the things he failed to teach me when he left my momma?

I must’ve stopped paying attention just long enough for Steele to notice, because I felt his index finger reach up and brush against my shoulder tenderly.

“Terrilyn? Are you alright? Are you finished for the day?” asked Steele. I didn’t realize it, but I suddenly felt warm moisture at the corners of my eyes. Why was my vision blurry?

“Um… yeah… I mean… yes. Sorry. Or, um…. Ptiedier. I was just thinking about something. I was distracted. That was rude. I’m sorry,” I stammered, realizing only after a moment that I had thrown in an apology in his tongue. Steele, instead of accepting and continuing the lesson now that I was paying attention, unfolded and then refolded his legs to readjust his sitting position and lifted the hand that I was in so he could rest his arm against his knee.

Waves of concern seemed to emanate from him and wash over me, only giving me that compressed feeling in my chest more. My cheeks started to feel warm. Everything tingled. I wanted him to look away and continue with the lesson, but it somehow felt like everything came to a screeching halt with my mental wanderings.

After a few more moments, Steele did as I predicted and began to ask questions of his own.

“Thinking? About what?” Steele asked. That concern in his voice did not help that compressed feeling in my chest. I felt so cornered and vulnerable all at once, but it oddly didn’t make me feel helpless. It was like my momma was asking me a question – asking to know and to help rather than just for the sake of gathering information.

Somehow, someway, Steele felt my momentary hesitation or saw my internal conflict and, in his way, offered comfort. “Terrilyn, you do not have to tell me if you do not want to. Just… if I have done something to hurt or offend, I want to apologize.”

I felt my insides flip guiltily. It was not his fault, and he didn’t need to apologize. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and turned around to face Steele.

“No, don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault. I was just… thinking,” I said. My mouth felt dry like I stuffed cotton in my cheeks, but I felt some odd urge to talk about the thoughts rattling around in my head that led me on my mental tangent. I let the warmth from Steele’s palm spread through my body to give me the reassuring boost I needed to voice what I had kept in my mind and heart for so long.

“I was just thinking about… my dad.”

There was a silence after my statement that was filled only with the gentle breeze with the smell of warm flowers mingled with it. The words seemed to sink into Steele’s mind slowly, like water through one of his water filters, when his eyes narrowed and he nodded thoughtfully.

“I understand,” he said softly, his thunderous voice rumbling deep in his chest. “You did not know him?” I shook my head, glimpsing my auburn curls that managed to slip out of my ponytail as they fell into my face.

“No. He left before I got to know him. I don’t even have his family name to go find him,” I muttered, remembering my momma explaining this to me when I asked why our family names were different.

“Family name? What is yours?” asked Steele. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed. Perhaps it was because I had not talked about it before with him or because it was a reminder of what I had been teased about for years of my life. I picked at the dirt under my nails for a moment before responding.

“Lun. It’s Terrilyn Lun, and my momma is Raina Toro,” I replied. “Lun comes from the time of day I was born, since it was at night, and because my father… didn’t give me his name.” Steele nodded slowly. I felt his hands trembling just beneath me. Was it because of age? Or was it from frustration and emotion?

One glance up into his violet eyes told me it was because of his emotions. He was obviously upset for me but was doing what he could to conceal and control his emotions as to not upset me.

He is so thoughtful that way.

“Ptiedier, Terrilyn. I did not know…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just how things are,” I said, forcing a bit of a smile onto my face as I gazed up at Steele’s concerned features, his expression wrinkling his crow’s feet by his eyes and furrowing his brow. “It’s just… I wish I knew more about him. I wish he taught me things the way you’re teaching me. I… don’t ask momma about him because I know it will upset her, but it doesn’t stop me from being curious and wanting to know.”

Steele readjusted his sitting position, being careful as I sat there on his palm, before a melancholy, curious expression filled his face.

“What did you want to know?” asked the older Orion. I squirmed a little as I sat there, thinking about everything I wanted to ask my dad.

“You know… just… anything,” I replied. “Like, asking him about what it was like growing up and what kind of plants are good and bad to eat. I’d know if he was a scholar like one of those educated types or if he was stronger and could take a punch. Just… a little bit of everything. That’s why I love spending time with you. You teach me so much. You taught me about your language, and you tell me stories. You’re teaching me to fight and to think. You care about me, like how momma cares about me.”

There.

I said it out loud.

I managed to get out some of those wretched words that had been rattling around in my head for as long as I could remember. In a weird way, I felt a weight lift from my chest. It felt like the compression ended just a little, but it was still there. Just because I voiced something didn’t mean it would make the feeling go away. I should have known that it wouldn’t leave me, even though I wished it would.

“I am sorry to hear this,” apologized Steele. His left index finger came up and brushed my back gently, which made me smile. “Can I do anything to help?” I thought about it for a long moment, thinking about everything Steele had already done for me. Was there anything more that he could do that he wasn’t already.

I ended up shaking my head.

“No, I just…” I looked into his violet eyes and felt that weight lift just a little bit more. If I was behind honest with myself, more time spent with him seemed to lessen the burden in my heart. I had no real words how to describe what was going on. I felt confused, but also determined. Steele had done so much for me and continued to do so much every single day.

Instead of trying to verbalize all of my thoughts, I decided on something different that would mean just as much to him.

I wiggled my legs out from under me and laid down on Steele’s palm, spreading my arms as far apart as I could in an effort to hug his entire hand before muttering a single word.

“Bromidian.”

Steele’s smile was so genuine – so warm – and I knew that he cared for me as if I were his own. His fingers curled lightly over me as he nodded.

“Youl-heiris,” he smiled. I closed my eyes and, though the day was still burning warm, I let myself lay against his hand. At some point, he readjusted to lay on his back and laid me against his chest. I stayed curled up against his chest, listening to the sound of his deep, rumbling breath and the gentle thumping of his heart pulsing beneath me.

At some point, the both of us drifted off, Steele’s calloused hand laid gently over me like a tent. The last thing I remembered was gently grasping at the vast canvas of cloth that made his shirt. When we woke, Steele decided we had worked enough for the day and that, the next day, he would teach me about swords and knives.

“You are doing well in your stances and switches. We will start with sticks, but it is important to know these other skills,” said Steele.

Once again, I felt invigorated and determined to learn everything I could from Steele. What was more exciting was that I was about to learn about weapons – something that only boys got to study and learn about. Excited beyond words, I made sure to stretch and eat well at dinner to be ready for the next day.

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Book One: The Orion’s Factotum

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