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triptuckers · 4 months

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capture the flag - leo valdez

Request: nope Pairing: leo valdez x apollo!reader Summary: during capture the flag, no one gets stuck in leo's traps and he wants to find out why Warnings: none Word count: 800 A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and now that I'm back in my pjo era time to finish it! enjoy :)

capture the flag is always fun. it's a nice way for people to train together while it feels like a game. even though sometimes people get too competitive.

it gives leo the chance to litter the forest with traps, and to test new inventions. of course, he could test them in the bunker or on his friends. but this is the real deal. no one knows where the traps are, how many there are. it's the perfect conditions to test them.

he's made a new batch of them but for some reason none of the traps work.

whenever he goes to check on them, they're all disabled. no one's activated them, or he would have found a fellow camper near one.

and leo is absolutely sure he activated them. they didn't blow up so there's nothing wrong with them.

and yet they're disabled.

rather than trying to capture the flag, he decides to hide in the bushes near one of his traps to see what - or who - is disabling them.

he listens to the sounds of the woods around him and pulls stuff out of his tool bel two mindlessly build little machines.

after a while, he spots movement out of the corner of his eye.

whoever it is moves quietly and gracefully. so definitely not an ares kid, leo concludes.

the person slowly walks over to leo's trap, careful where they put their feet down on the forrest floor.

leo watches as they walk around the trap, examining it. he shifts to get a better look at who it is.

he frowns slightly. he would have expected someone from the hermes cabin. maybe piper because he's spent a lot of time trying to explain his machines to her.

but he didn't expect it to be a daughter of apollo.

to be fair, leo thought the apollo cabin didn't know anything about traps or machines in general. their skills were mostly archery, medicine and music. not traps built by a hephaestus kid.

leo's eyes follow your hand movements as you carefully prod around the trap. surely you wouldn't be able to- and you disabled it.

smiling to yourself, you straighten your back and us your foot to slide the now useless trap aside.

when you turn around, you hear leaves rustle behind you.

instinctively, you knock an arrow on your bow and turn on your heel.

you are met by leo, who is frantically waving his hands in front of his face.

'don't shoot, don't shoot! I come in peace!' he yells.

you lower your bow. 'leo! gods, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!'

'that's alright.' says leo, lowering his hands. 'I was the one hiding behind you.'

you frown. 'why were you hiding anyway? usually you like to be in the middle of the action.' you say.

'can't help the fact people start fighting over me wherever I go.' says leo, making you chuckle.

'yeah, right, valdez. as if anyone could come near you with the amount of traps you're setting.' you say.

'speaking of which.' says leo, walking over to his trap and picking it up to examine it. 'how did you know where the kill switch was on this?'

you shrug. 'that's a tactical secret I can't reveal.' you say. 'for future capture the flag purposes.'

'or you just got lucky.'

'23 times?'

'yeah, that seems unlikely.'

you smile. 'there's a window in the roof of bunker nine.' you say. 'it's actually a two way mirror. it doesn't let any light through. gives me a perfect view of your workspace, though.'

'so the tactical secret is spying.' says leo.

'can't win if you don't play a little dirty every now and then. plus it's cool to see all the stuff you create.'

you shoulder your bow. 'good luck activating all of the traps again.' you say. 'I need to get back to my cabin.'

you start to walk toward the noise your fellow campers are making, to see if your team is winning and how you can help.

'hey!'

you turn around to see leo is still standing in the clearing with the trap in his hands.

'if you want to, I could show you how to make these? then you will be able to do more than just disable them.' he says.

you smile at him, you've always liked leo.

but you are surprised, you know leo is kind of protective of bunker 9 and usually only Hephaestus kids go inside. it must be a huge deal for someone from another cabin to be invited into the bunker.

and Leo wants you here.

'sure.' you say. 'I'd like that. but first we have to steal your flag.'

'oh no, you won't.' says leo.

with one last smile, you disappear into the woods, leaving leo to reactivate his trap before coming after you.

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gildedkrone · 7 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

The house is quiet; Luna had slinked off somewhere in the house and a cat shaped blur of white in the yard under the afternoon sun is your answer.

Johnny is splayed across the couch in a slumbering man—one arm across his torso with the other resting beside his head on a cushion. Today, he opted for a small white singlet ending above his navel as it showcased his abs and a v-line disappearing into a pair of military-issued olive briefs.

The happy trail disappearing into his briefs is tantalising, to say the least. With each shift of his body, the briefs only seemed to slide lower until the bush peeks through the waistband and the tight garment holds onto the bulge in fear of sliding right off.

What a fucking tease to wear clothes from basic training which no longer fit his more muscled body. He’s sleeping now, and the conversation from a week ago rears its head.

“Whit if ye made me cum whin I was sleeping?” You almost choked on your food when the words slipped through his mouth full of meal.

“What?” And he’s appearing all innocent and what not.

“Dinnae yi'll waant tae fin' oot?”

“I don’t understand you, dummy.”

“Aw, c’mon bonnie, don’t you want to find out?”

The truth is you wanted to find out and with nothing else to do, the offer stands tempting. He is fast asleep and you fingers gently brush across his briefs. They catch on the opening in the garment and his face keeps its slack.

Fuck, were you actually going to do this?

Your hand evidently thought so and palmed him gently through the fabric amidst steady snoring. It took a while, but eventually, there is a stirring in his loins and the small garment is stretched obscenely as the bulge becomes even more pronounced. And you would be lying if this wasn’t at all arousing.

Taking pity on his tool, and not wanting to cause him any discomfort, you freed his dick through the piss hole in his slutty man briefs. The smack against your forearm by his engorged length when you let go freezes you just as Johnny makes a noise before his snores resume.

A man’s heartbeat is fluttering in motion.

Johnny is a big boy. Even somewhat hard, it’s length is more than half of your forearm. Curved slightly, for his partner’s pleasure and in a slightly darker shade above a neat bush adorning, according to Johnny, his favourite body part. Your tongue gently brushes against the bulbous head and pretty pink lips part in response to your tongue snaking all the way down to the base of his dick. You keep an eye on him throughout and noted the small twitching of his lips whenever your tongue ran over the thick throbbing vein spanning his entire dick.

Johnny has a dislike for jerking off in the military and given his last orgasm was probably two weeks ago, it’s no wonder Johnny is pent up to some degree. You taste his salty pre and the skilled tongue pulls the first of many moans from his guttural throat.

A man’s heartbeat is living in motion.

His length rests on his thigh and your nose inhales the musk of his groin—manly and reeking of ball sweat since Johnny’s a man who ran hot—and your tongue finds purchase on the plump sack below the main attraction. His soft breaths turn into a whine as a finger trace the individual testes while his fingers curl and unfurl.

Thirst.

Thirst is what you feel when you rolled his balls across your tongue to engulf his prized possessions in wet heat. His dick has risen to full mast—an angry and reddish head leaks copious amounts of pre onto his thigh and dully throbbing, it’s indicative of the stress wracking his body. As his partner, you are duty bound to … relieve him of the tension. Empty his balls so he can have a better sleep.

So you redouble your efforts on his very sensitive sack and Johnny makes all sorts of noises—whines, moan, groans, and whimpers as he twists and turns in his sleep. His head rolls over and his arms jerks in time with his lascivious thighs. You made sure to leave his dick alone and focus the assault on his scrotum. He shivers and your nose is pressed further into his bush when the seam running through the middle of his scrotum is grazed by your teeth and cushioned by drool.

A quick glance up reveals the man to be erect as two nubs poke through the tight singlet. He body seizes slightly when you roll them between your fingers. While keeping his nuts occupied, to your pleasure, he mutters more and drool seeps onto the cushion from the rolling of his head. His face reflects what he’s feeling with lips nicely parted while his body subconsciously squirms under your palm and tongue.

A man’s heartbeat is resonance in motion.

“mmrow … please … mmow …”

It’s been slightly over fifteen minutes since you began; the rippling of his toned abs accompanies the jerky flexing of his feet. Johnny is still under the influence of slumber and pure innocence on man known for military violence is a scarlet fire of temptation beckoning you to service him. You smear his pre across his balls and the ignored shaft occasionally moves with the contraction of his groin muscles and lifts strings of pre into the air. It’s a tantalizing sight to behold as his face furrows as if in deep concentration—the narrowing of his eyebrows and tightness in his cheeks even as he continues to verbalise how good he feels in his dreams.

It's time to bring him home. A man in pleasure is vulnerable man indeed—and Johnny’s about to find out why. Your tongue rolls his nuts between teeth as a hand cups his sack while another plays with his nipples. A little pain does the trick and you give his testicles a squeeze in sharp contrast together with a deep hum vibrating through his entire groin and your eyes slide over to his neglected dick.

Johnny nearly shouts; his hands fists above his chest and his knees jerks and misses your face by inches while he blearily calls your name in confusion. His abdomen contracts hard and his dick jumps slightly before white leaks out of the piss slit.

“Loue … whit's … gaun oan mmph!”

His eyes are laced with sleep in a slightly raised head. Blurry eyes spot you nestled between his legs and mouthing on his balls as his mind starts to piece together what’s happening. His hips shake in place; without a hand on his dick he is confused where the pleasure is and where to direct his hips as toes curl with how euphoric his genitals feel. More awake, much louder gasp and expletives escapes his throat as he grips your head and pulls it deeper into his pelvis.

A man’s heartbeat is satiation in motion.

A thick stream of cum runs off the side of his thighs onto the couch. You lather your fingers in them before crawling forward to shove them into his mouth. His waking mind registers your fingers and starts sucking while excess cum pools on his thighs. He chuckles and wraps an arm around your torso.

“Hell's bells that's a hell o' a wey tae wake up loue.”

“I don’t speak Scottish, shit for hair.” To be fair, that does make it easier to tug his head.

“This’ a hell of a wake up routine, love and yer said you loved mah mohawk last week!”

“Bet you had a good dream huh?” He describes a fog in his mind slowly invading his loins with heat and itch. Waking to you with a mouth stuffed by his junk was the tipping point—his eager dick packs disobedience and comes hands free. You earn a contented moan when you roughly palm his spent dick as he pulls you in for tight embrace.

“Johnny, unhand me.” You push against him arms which have come to cage you in as he shakes his head. He chuffs and nestles his dick between your thighs.

“A'm still sleepy. A bit mair, love.”

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peachdues · 3 months

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ok goodnight from The Great War. Enjoy Reader x Giyuu’s first meeting.

The girl squealed as she fell, just narrowly managing to avoid the swipe of the beasts’s claws as they cut uselessly at the air where her back had been only seconds before.

Steps quick and even, Giyuu’s thumb flicked his sword free from its sheathe; within seconds of him drawing his weapon, the Slayer’s blade sliced seamlessly through the demon’s neck, its head thudding pathetically to the forest floor before the beast could comprehend the threat.

“You should be fine now. Please return to your ho-,” The dark haired stranger’s words were cut off with a sputter as the head of the woman’s broom whacked him sharply up the side of his skull.

Giyuu stood there for a moment, dazed and slightly confused as he turned towards the woman whose life he’d just preserved.

The Water Pillar had not paid her any mind upon discovering her seconds away from becoming the slain horned demon’s newest meal, his attention entirely focused on eliminating his target. But now, without the distracting threat of a man-eating beast, he could see that she was clad in the traditional attire worn by Shinto priestesses, though she looked far too young to have achieved such a status. Instead, she appeared to be much closer to himself in age. The front of her red hakama pants were streaked in mud and dirt from her fall, and several strands of hair had fallen loose from where they’d been gathered in a ribbon just below her shoulders.

And she was glaring at him.

“What are you?” She demanded, and the Water Pillar noted the faint tremor in her voice that she worked to conceal behind her defensive stance, her broom braced in front of her like a blade.

A slow blink. “I am Tomioka.”

It baffled him that he let his name slide so freely when he’d never been one particularly keen on sharing it. Yet, he’d thought that perhaps the exchange of names would get the wild woman before him to calm, and perhaps lower the sweeping tool —-

“What the hell is a Tomioka?”

Giyuu wondered whether the — Miko, that was what young priestesses in training were called — had hit her head in the fall. “My name.”

A faint dusting of red spread across the Miko’s cheeks as she realized the absurdity of her mistake, though she still did not lower her weapon. Rather, she jutted it towards him in what Giyuu thought may have been an attempt to be threatening.

“And what was that thing just now, Tomioka? And what are you?” Quickly, her eyes swept behind him, scanning. “Are there more?”

Idly, Giyuu wondered why he was bothering to indulge in such a silly conversation to begin with, chalking it up to the mere fact that they were still in a dark forest, with Dawn still several hours away.

The foolish girl would end up a snack for another demon if she did not turn around and go home.

“It was a demon. I’d been tracking it for several miles when it stumbled across you. You can count yourself lucky — do not hit me again.” He cut off with a warning, eyes narrowing as the Miko drew the broom back up over her head.

There was a tense moment as the two regarded one another, Giyuu’s eyes locked on the Miko’s trembling arm as she stared distrustfully back at him.

The girl’s hands twitched as the broom cleaved through the air once more, but Giyuu knocked it easily away, sending the cleaning tool flying uselessly to the side where it rolled under a bush.

“Are you finished?” Giyuu asked, irritation creeping into his tone as he stared coolly at the flustered Miko.

“You’ve stripped me of my only weapon, so I suppose I have no choice,” the young woman sniffed, her tone as frosty as his glare.

Giyuu grimaced. “You would not have lost the privilege had you simply done as I asked.”

The Miko folded her arms stubbornly across her chest and glowered at him. “You would truly leave a woman defenseless in the woods? With nothing to protect herself?”

Giyuu scoffed. “You are not a woman; you are a menace.”

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dewdrops-whammy-bar · 20 days

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Playing Doctor

@cirrus-ghoulette made this fun post about Aether doing a pelvic exam on someone, which I reblogged with a VERY horny string of tags. Turns out people liked it (got yelled at in rbs) sooooo I was inspired to write this. Enjoy!

Tags: trans Dew, med kink, speculum use, aftercare, vibrators, established kink scene, use of safeword (yellow), checking in, aftercare, pwp

Terms used for Dew's genitals: cunt, pussy, vagina, walls, labia, clit, Tdick, dick, cock

Note: if you want a better idea of the speculum used, it’s a Cusco model. Yes I went down a rabbit hole of speculum research for this kinky gay fanfic.

Aether’s tail flicked idly back and forth as he arranged his tools on the countertop of the exam room. He was taking his time, knowing it would just make Dew more worked up. They had been planning this scene all day, going over boundaries (and more importantly, how to be inconspicuous). Dew had snuck into a rarely-used exam room in the infirmary while Aether distracted Omega, then Aether had slipped away and joined him. It was risky, but it was late at night and the older rooms were basically abandoned anyway.

Aether pulled a pair of latex gloves from the box on the counter and pulled them onto his hand with a sharp snap. He looked over at Dew, who was laid out on the exam table. He was fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie while watching Aether.

“Color?” Aether asked softly.

“Green,” Dew replied. His tail flicked against the paper on the table, giving away his excitement. Aether gave a pleased chuff before he closed his eyes for a moment and let himself step into his role for the scene.

“Could you open your legs for me?” Aether asked in his “nurse voice”- professional, detached, and clinical. He wasn’t sure why Dew got so turned on by it, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

Dew’s cheeks flushed a darker red and his legs spread. Aether could see his hard and throbbing T-dick peeking out from the bush of soft blonde curls between his legs.

“What are you having problems with again?” Aether asked, using his gloved thumbs to spread Dew’s labia in a mock exam. The smaller ghoul let out a shaky breath and cleared his throat.

”Um- I’ve been uh… unusually sensitive down there.” Dew replied. “It’s making me… aroused all the time and it’s really hard to focus on anything.” He shifted his hips, his cunt clenching and dripping. Aether placed a hand on his lower belly, gently holding his hips in place.

”Hold still, please.” He told Dew. “I’ll need to perform a full pelvic exam, if you’re comfortable with it.”

”Yes.” Dew blurted quickly. Aether’s lips twitched upward in a brief smirk before settling back into their previous neutrality.

”Alright. I’m going to use my fingers to palpate the inside of your vagina.” The Quintessence ghoul explained. “Deep breath in… and… out.”

Dew made an absolutely sinful noise as Aether inserted two gloved fingers into his cunt. He clenched around his fingers, more slick drooling from around the digits.

”Any discomfort?” Aether asked, curling his fingers upward into Dew’s G-spot. The fire ghoul whimpered and shook his head.

”N-no, just, um, pleasure.” Dew replied shakily. Aether hummed in acknowledgement and pressed his fingers deeper. Dew’s hips bucked.

“Hold still,” Aether said, his hand pressing harder on the smaller ghoul’s belly. “It’s normal to feel pleasure or even orgasm during the exam. Just let me know if anything feels painful or weird, alright?”

“Yeah.” Dew’s voice was breathy. He let out a whine as Aether’s free hand pulled back the hood of his clit. Aether had to stop himself from leaning down and taking it into his mouth.

“Your bottom growth is coming along well,” Aether commented. “You’re a lot bigger than you were at your last exam. How long have you been on hormones again? Three years?”

“Y- yeah.” Dew repeated. Aether glanced up at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

“Is it giving you any discomfort?” Aether asked, rubbing his thumb over Dew’s twitching dick. “Oversensitivity or anything like that?”

“No, not- not before the rest of the o-oversensitivity.” Dew stammered, his breath hitching as Aether’s fingers explored his cunt. Aether hummed in acknowledgement.

“Alright, I’m not feeling anything out of the ordinary right now so I’m going to use the speculum.” Aether slowly slid his fingers out of Dew’s pussy, much to the dismay of his partner (if the needy whimper that escaped his throat was to be interpreted correctly).

Dew watched in anticipation as Aether applied lube to the tool. It was a metal one, rather than the more comfortable plastic speculums that the infirmary currently stocked. Aether knew Dew would like the cold temperature.

“Okay, relax for me.” Aether requested, positioning the tool at Dew’s entrance. Dew let out a surprised squeak as he felt the cold metal on him.

“Legs wider,” Aether told him, tapping the insides of his thighs. Dew obliged.

Aether’s thumb rubbed tiny circles at the base of Dew’s cock as he inserted the tool. Dew clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the wanton cry that escaped his lips. Aether pressed his hand to the smaller ghoul’s stomach again to prevent his hips from bucking.

“Oh Lucifer…” Dew breathed. His thighs clamped around Aether’s broad shoulders. Aether took a few moments to sit back and admire the view.

Dew’s cunt pulsed and clenched around the tool. Aether watched in satisfaction as another glob of milky slick oozed onto the paper on the exam table, joining the already impressive puddle there. Dew’s water traits were few, but one of the remaining ones was how wet he got. Not enough to rival Rain, but definitely enough to require a towel to be put down on the bed before sex.

“Color?” Aether asked softly.

“Green,” Dew replied immediately.

“I’m gonna open it now, alright?” Aether asked. Dew nodded and let his head fall back on the crinkly paper of the exam table. Aether squeezed the handles of the speculum, slowly spreading Dew open. His inner walls were soaked, strands of gooey slick stringing between the jaws of the tool.

“Looks good so far,” Aether remarked. He pulled a penlight out of the breast pocket of his scrubs and clicked it on, shining it inside Dew’s spread-open cunt. “Nice healthy cervix…” He scooted his chair closer and used one finger to gently stroke Dew’s inner walls. He let out an amused hum as Dew clenched in response, a broken whine being quickly muffled by his hand.

“Try to relax.” Aether murmured. His finger lightly explored Dew’s exposed flesh, drawing whimpers out of his “patient”. Now that he was opened up, slick pooled in the curved bottom jaw of the speculum. He dragged his finger through the pool and smeared it on Dew’s dick, making him twitch. He resisted the urge to lick it off, to bury his nose in the soft curls framing Dew’s cock and suck on it until the smaller man was incoherent. He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. That wasn’t part of the scene, it could wait for another time.

“Mhm.” Dew hummed. His tight clenching slowed, though he still fluttered beautifully at every touch.

“Hmmm… I’ll try a different angle” Aether mused. He slowly rotated the speculum, now exposing the top and bottom walls of Dew’s cunt. He ran his finger along his bottom wall first, from up near his cervix down to his taint.

“How does that feel?” Aether asked. He bit back a love or a darling. It was tough to not praise Dew, to tell him how pretty he looked and how good he’d make him feel.

“Good.” Dew breathed. “Really good.”

Aether’s lips twitched in a smirk. He moved his finger to the top wall of Dew’s cunt and slowly dragged his finger toward himself, searching for the spot that would make Dew unravel at the seams.

There. The soft, spongy spot just behind his pubic bone. Aether applied pressure to the spot and Dew keened.

“Ah.” Aether chuckled. “There we are.” He rubbed tiny circles against the spot, drawing lewd noises out of Dew. His finger withdrew after a moment and Dew panted, his eyes dazed and unfocused.

Aether reached into the breast pocket of his shirt again and pulled out a small bullet vibrator.

“I’ll test your sensitivity now, alright?” Aether told Dew. The smaller ghoul nodded, hands gripping the side of the exam table.

Aether clicked the button on the end of the vibrator and it buzzed to life on its lowest setting. Using his penlight to guide him, he slid the tip of the toy against Dew’s upper wall until it pressed perfectly against that perfect little bundle of nerves.

Dew’s hand flew to his mouth again, this time shoving his fingers inside to muffle his noises. Aether clicked the button again, the vibrations increasing in intensity. He pressed his hand against Dew’s stomach to stop his hips from bucking. Dew’s tail lashed and reached out to curl around Aether’s arm.

“Sensitivity is high.” Aether muttered to himself. He was having trouble holding onto the little toy from all the slick on his fingers and as he readjusted his grip, the angle of the tip changed slightly. Dew let out a muffled cry, biting down on his fingers. His cunt clenched hard around the speculum and then he was gone.

Aether watched with satisfaction (and a little amazement) as Dew’s pussy spasmed and pulsed. It was a totally new and not unpleasant experience to watch his orgasm from the inside, his muscles clenching and releasing, slick drooling onto the table below him. He was transfixed.

“Y-yellow- '' Dew panted, snapping Aether back to reality. He pulled the vibrator away and looked up at Dew with concern.

“You alright?” Aether asked. Dew nodded, a dazed look on his face.

“Mhm, mostly. I- I wanna end the scene.” Dew replied. Aether nodded and gently closed the speculum, then slid it out of Dew. He kissed the inside of his thigh and set the tool aside before rolling his chair over to Dew’s side.

“How you feeling?” Aether asked, brushing some of his partner’s hair out of his face.

“Fuzzy brain.” Dew mumbled. “I liked that.”

“That’s good. Scale of 1-10, how fuzzy are you?” He always asked this question during aftercare to gauge the level of care Dew would need.

“Mmm… Four.” Dew mumbled. “Want cuddles.” He reached out for Aether and grabbed his hand.

“Can you wait a bit, firefly?” Aether asked. “I gotta clean up the room, but then we can cuddle all night long.”

Dew sighed and nodded. “Okay… that’s fair. Can I have the blanket?”

Aether retrieved the blanket he’d brought from the chair in the corner and draped it over Dew. “I’m gonna clean you up a bit down there, is that okay?”

“Mhm.” Dew nodded. Aether could hear him start to purr as he buried his face in the fuzzy blanket. Using a soft towel and some warm water from the sink, he wiped away most of the mess Dew had made of himself with a gentle hand. Then he helped Dew into clean underwear and sweatpants, his partner purring the whole time.

Fifteen minutes later, the exam room was spotless and Dew was still purring in his blanket cocoon. Aether scooped the smaller ghoul up effortlessly and nestled him against his chest.

“Mmmm…” Dew hummed, burying his face in Aether’s chest. “You’re so strong.”

“You’re not that heavy.” Aether chuckled, using his knee to turn the door handle and turning off the lights with his elbow. His voice dropped to a whisper once they were in the hallway. “I could carry two of you, no problem.”

“Suuure.” Dew’s whisper was as sarcastic as ever, but he shut up as Aether carried him through the back hallways of the infirmary and out a side door. He was fast asleep in Aether’s arms even before they got back to the den.

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tparker48 · 2 months

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Request from Anonymous

Evening had arrived as the streets of the neighborhood began to quiet down. Cars pulled into their driveways, people from inside heading into their homes. In a car resting inside a garage, would be a man named Hogan. He yawned as he got out of the car, tossing his safety cap to his workshop tool table near the front of his car. He dragged his feet toward the main door, and the cold breath of the air washed over him. The corners of his construction gear bulged into his arm pits, the sound of tears seething from his shoulders. He lowered his bag toward the wall, and his body became lighter, like a boulder had just been lifted from his back.

“One down, now I just gotta get these..” He sucked in his gut, grabbing the zipper of his uniform as his stomach bounced across his waistline. Sawdust splashing into the air, casting its particles into the sunlight as they danced from the laundry room window. He took to his pants, and let out a satisfied grunt as he kicked his boots off. “That’s better.”

He kicked the leathery shoes next to the washer machine, tossing his clothes into the opening as he walked bare into the living room. He grabbed his headset from the living room table and put them on. He crashed to his stomach on the floor, his console turning on along the shelf. After hours of work, what better way to unwind than through quality gaming.

He crashed to his stomach on the floor, his console turning on along the shelf. "Let's see what the boys are up to on deathwatch."

He flipped through the screen to his game, turning on his microphone as he searched through the lobby.

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An hour had gone by since Hogan started to relax, enjoying the peace of enjoying the peace of with his online friends. The screen flashed with chaos as effects danced around the frame, Hogan’s call outs booming through the acoustic’s of the living room. But another chaos brewed in the shadows, as a small pair of eyes peeked from the folds of a crumpled towel. Inside, would be Peppe, staring at his hubby’s backside.

“He’s finally home.” he said, a low giggle escaping from him. “Took longer than expected, but at least it gave me time to prepare.”

He dug into his pocket and fetched a tiny piece of gum, unwrapping its plastic blanket as it overtook his chest. He folded into a cubed shaped ball, and chewed at its end until the entire thing fit into his mouth. He savored the fruity flavor filling his mouth as he slinked out from beneath the towel, the smell of gas fumes polluting the air as the giant soles raked through the fibers of the carpet.

He crept faster, the path narrowing as it centered toward Hogan. A mountain of hairy muscle rose before him, the elastic fabric over the mounds spreading atop like a blanket of snow. After many times of venturing to his ass, he got tired of the view. It reminded him of being on an island, guarded by a musky volcano as it swayed overhead. He’d think he’d feel bad pranking his hubby all the time, but damn did it feel good to watch him squirm. And with an opportunity like this, it was too good to pass up.

He approached the crease between Hogan’s legs, the lining of crack rocketing over the bubbled ridge. He stepped upon the bulk of his crotch, sweat oozing from its surface like a leaking sponge. Must’ve been working hard out there on the construction, he thought, even after an hour of cooling still his backside was wet.

“Typical, Hogan. Big guy’s certainly not making it easy.” he rolled his eyes, gripping into the white fabrice along the left leg.

He clung to the bushed of hair, pushing into the thick borders sealing the mounds inside. His foot creased into a loose fold, warmth from beneath the fabric against as the smell of fresh sweat poured into his nose. He puffed his nose to ease its stinging sensation, continuing his climb aboard the mounds.

Sausage fingers reached from the other mound, piercing the lining of his crack Peppe dragged to the center. “Damn sweat’s going in the wrong places.” Hogan said, sliding his now glistening palm from the crack.

"Easy horsie, can't have your rider bucking off with the reins." Peppe whispered.

He climbed to the top of Hogan’s ass and caught a glimpse of the horizon. A slope met before him as it climbed to a meaty neck above, the Tv screen flashing behind Hogan’s frenzied hair. He cherished the view for a moment before digging through his pocket, pulling a bulky string from inside. He opened his mouth and stuck the end of the string against the sticky mass, molding it with his tongue to ensure it was secure.

Phase one of his great prank was complete, now it was time for the main event.

He approached the top of the elastic fabric, peeling a corer for himself as he tucked his feet inside. He shimmied himself between the mounds, watching the warm flesh rise as they spilled over his chest. Hogan’s fingers returned, stamping just a foot from Peppe as it stirred in place.

“That works.” He said, shimmying the rest of his body as he slipped beneath the surface.

The damp fingers wagged above as he dove into the mounds, flesh molding his body as they swallowed the light. Strands of hair snagged at his limbs, the scent of dry cement reaping his nostrils as sweat dashed into his clothes. After all was said and done, he had to remind Hoga to take a shower. Any more scents added to his musk and he’d be a walking gas station. The hairs thickened as they spread into him like a brush, revealing a red puckered star as it winked with sweat. It blew kisses as Peppe wisped past its folds, cushioning at the bottom as his foot sank between two soft boulders.

“Target acquired,” He spat the gum from his mouth. “and just enough hair to strap on.”

He placed the wad against the ridge of the hair taint, cherry picking bunched hair as he molded them into the gum like clay. Hogan’s legs shuffled, scooping Peppe close as he planted against the warm testicles.

"What’s this guy teabagging for? Our team won that fair and square! Let me get a crack at him, I'll give him some nuts he can teabag!"

“As competitive as ever” Peppe mumbled, peeling from the damp skin. He spun a portion of the string to anchor Hogan’s hairs. They sprawled out like a row of vines, their sweat soaked surface brushing against him as if it were a paint brush. Before long, the task was complete, hairs wrapping around the gum as if they were holding it up. “Like a bouquet of smelly vines.” he patted at the top of the gum.

He crawled toward the bottom of Hogan's balls, the dampened fabric appearing as it stretched behind him. Peppe followed its path until it curved upward, taking to the thick hairs covering the mounds as he crawled back the way he came. They slid through his fingers, his body cast back down as he tumbled into the mustache covering his anus. Its bristles tickled his nose as he swatted them away, grabbing a handful in a bunch as he climbed up its length.

“Yeah that’s right, take all these nuts!”Hogan roared, his own thighs moving as the sac below squished into the fabric.

Peppe fought its sway, gripping harder at the strands of hair as he reached toward the slanted lighting of the crack. He slithering his palm back into the cool world of the living room, shimmying the rest of him through the caked mounds before Pulling the rest of the rope out of his pocket.

“Alright..that’s my workout for today.” Peppe wheezed.

He climbed back to the top of Hogan’s waist, and looked to his head. Still he faced the Tv screen, even after traveling through his underwear. Just what he was expecting, and now it was time to retrieve the fruits of his labor. Wrapped the end of the rope around his wrist, the line straightening as it darted beneath the fabric like an anchor.

“Oh ho, prepare for a sting of your life Hogan.”

"Well done guys, we managed to pass that squad without setting them off. Too bad we can’t say the same for you..”the mute icon appeared on the side of the screen,Hogan batting an eye backwards. “..Peppe.”

He froze at his words. “Huh?!”

the string tightened as he yanked him beneath the underwear, like a fish caught on a hook as he burrowed through the mound of flesh. The dimmed space greeted him once more, his face dragged along the hairs resting in the bubbled valley. From what took minutes turned to mere seconds as he was dragged beneath the bulk of the testicles, fingers fiddling at the string as if it were a spider retracting its web. His back clung to the wad of gum at the taint, the fingers taking to his side as they jammed him beneath the muscular boulders. He gritted beneath its weight, the clammy skin spooning his ears as they acted as restraints on his head.

The ground shifted as fingers pulled the waistband apart, Hogan’s face peering inside. "What do we have here, a munchkin taking a dip in my underwear."

Peppe shuffled a fold from his mouth. "What gave me away?"

"Come now, as many times as you explored my body, don't you think I would know if something complex was in the way?" He dwindled a finger through his pubes decorating the round spheres between his legs, swirling a patch of Peppe’s into the mix. "Hair pulling. Tsk, you gotta do better than that, dumpling."

"What can I say? It's a classic."

"Uh huh, charming. You know you're getting punished for this right? I missed a lot of shots because of your meddling. Naught, naughty." He squeezed his legs together, Peppe’s lips smacking as they puckered like a fish. "Unfortunately we’re still in a game, so consider this a taste of what’s to come."

His smile disappeared as the waistband clamped at his waist, a gust of musk washing into Peppe before the thighs shifted, and Hogan’s weight pushed at his back. "Hubby! Come on, you can’t be made at this face. You can’t do this to your dump-" a solid surface cushioned his chin, the bulk of the giant testicles plonking atop his head. “pling..”

A soft chuckle vibrated the walls. "Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy, hun. No matter how adorable that face is."

Taking the slow route huh? Just like him to toy with him slowly. Peppe rolled his eyes forward,wiggling his head to relieve pressure from his chin. Sloshing muffled from the orbs cupping his face, like giant silos filled to the brim with water. Its body heat grew hotter as its muscle flexed, the shaft knocking out of place as it drooled into the white fabric. He was getting off at my capture, and he called him the naughty one.

But even caught, he wasn’t going to give up just yet. He shifted his gaze into one of the orbs, inhaling the dried sweat coating the skin as he leaned his fingers to his jacket. He pulled the bottom of the fabric from his pants, shedding from its layer as he pressed it into the clammed ceiling. He gazed into the maw of the musky cave, the loose skin sagging as if were going to collapse.

There wasn’t enough room to pull the string, but he wasn’t without options as he looked to the flexing muscle. He laid upon his back, taking a handful of the soft skin as he pulled himself upward. The humidity between was rough feet, his skin skidding against Hogan’s as it peeled off like a sticker. The skin only grew firm as he reached the stem of Hogan’s cock, its barreled underbelly cushioning his chin. After moments of climbing, he sighed as the ever growing pressure slipped from his feet, the bag of sac collecting as the length of the shaft rested upon him.

He planted his feet upon the balls, and Hogan shifted. "What are you doing down there?"

"Putting my plan into motion. I'm gonna make you submit to your dumpling!" Peppe declared.

"Sure. And just how are you going to do that."

A smile crept along Peppe’s face, a foot peeling from one of the testicles. "Creativity." He spread his toes across the bulging testicle, and wiggled them into the tender muscle. He added his other foot, and pressed it to the other as he marched over them.

A groan rumbled through the air, a thigh thrusting and a clunk came from outside. “Mmm..kneading my balls huh? Bold, I’ll give you that, but it's gonna take more than a few foot rubs to get me to cave.”

"That's for sure. This is just the appetizer." He cradled his limbs to the corner of the member, holding it against his body as if it were a body pillow. He worked himself beneath its underbelly to the top of the shroomed head. Its flesh radiated with warmth greater than the balls below, a salty stream spilling upon his shoulder as it guzzled from the slit. He ringed his fingers between its lips, the stream widening as it spilled at his neck. "You know the thing about being small? You can reach just about anywhere?"

He wiggled a palm over the slit, and jammed it inside. Its creamy fluid lubricated his arm, driving it to his shoulder as the lips clamped onto his shoulder like a sleeve. He plunged his other hand inside, and began to twist them through the soggy folds as it trailed through the tight opening of the shaft.

Hogan’s body bucked, a sharp moan piercing the air as the sounds of buttons clacked from above "Oh..ff.."

Peppe's eyes became starry eyed. "Gotcha now."

He wormed more of his body toward the front of the underwear’s pouch, clinging his feet to the puffed edges as they peeled the hood away. The muffled grunts turned to purrs, Hogan’s entire waist beginning to thrash as if it were in a trap.

"Still thinking about surrendering?" Peppe giggled with excitement, grinding his elbows to circle the rest of his arms between the tight tube.

A digital voice announced that the game paused, the sound of a controller toppling to the side. "Give me 2 minutes,boys." Hogan's voice boomed, the space shifting as. Gravity tossed Peppe atop the bulging cock.

The inner tube tightened his arms like a vice, its girth nudging between his legs. The fabric yanked off and light blurred his vision, forcing Peppe to wince as his eyes raced to adjust. His gaze eventually relaxed, As Hogan’s met his, peering from the mountainous torso high above.

"Now you done it, dumpling. You managed to make me cave?”

"I did? I mean yeah, I did! Take that, Hubby.” He declared, but looked up to a smile peering across his face. “You uh..you aren’t mad are you?”

“Me? Not all. In fact, I'm ecstatic.”

“You..are?”

“Yeah..” He replied. A palm raised beneath him, clasping at the center of the shaft. It pumped at a steady pace, getting stronger as it gripped at Peppe’s arms. “I get to do punishment early.”

Oh shit. Peppe tugged at his arms to get them free, shimmying his shoulders to lighten the pressure, but a suction locked them down, the cock’s throat pulsing as they tucked his arms together. Fingers curled around his back, hoisting his lower half into the center as it tilted toward the cock slit. He wrestled between the thick fingers, a thumb pressing his head into the lips as they gummed the sides of his cheek.

The thumb trailed over his neck to the rest of his body, plunging Peppe deeper into the urethra. He was caught in the pull of the suction inside, guiding him through the tight crawlway of the tube as seed lathered into his side like lotion. The tender walls manhandled his body, thrashing him about in its attempts to gobble him up. The lips slipped higher, funneling to the tips of his toes as he sunk deeper. The cool air left from his feet, and the shaft became alive as its walls tenderized his body.

Outside, a lump traversed through the cock's underbelly bulging, sliding down at snail's pace as it flattened against Hogan’s twisting palm. He gritted his teeth, pumping harder to knock the protruding bulge from its spot as he massaged its soft ridges as it parted the walls inside. It bobbed over the base of his shaft, a finger tilting it for Hogan to see for himself. With a simple clench, the bulge launched and it plunged past the surface of his crotch, its form wisping through his inside as it curled down to the meaty low hangers throbbing below.

The World was dimmer in this region of Hogan’s body, the waves of muscle squeezing him like toothpaste through the tubes. He couldn’t move his body, his blood rushing to his head as he tried to face upward. He doubted it’d help with the surrounding fluid, gunks of slated goo lathered his face, sending his senses ablaze as his head began to swirl. The wall hugged closer as an opening arrived, his head smothered as more salty fumes spewed into him like a ventilated shaft.

He found himself in a round chamber, white goo secreting from the walls as they collected into a large body at the bottom of the fleshy dome.

"Your balls?” He shouted, the sphincter encircling his neck. “Who shoves their love life into their balls?"

“Consider it a special treatment just for you. I was going to just shove you into one of my boots, but then you went and got me hard.”

Lumps caved from the walls, and the chamber became slanted. The white goo rose like a roaring tide, submerging Peppe’s head beneath its surface. It shrouded like a fog, the pink walls near him blurring with white smudges.

“Quite the load isn’t it dumpling? All thanks to you.”

the tight tube squeezed at his body, rocketing him into the milky mess as he flailed to the surface. He inhaled the tainted air, splashing to keep himself afloat. "Okay, foul play! You’re playing dirty, how am I supposed to have fun in here?"

“Sorry, hun, that’s not my problem. You’ll just have to sit in timeout like a good boy.”

The chamber flipped once more, spiraling Peppe from wall to wall as if it were a tube mixer. He felt nauseous as he dunked and emerged from its gooey surface, his efforts to cease derailed as his palmed slid from the soft wall. It was only when the pool flipped to the ceiling did the swirls cease, and it crashed atop of him.

Hogan’s laugh vibrated the walls, crusts forming into the seed as it rocked in place.. "Ready to call it quits?"

"You..can't possibly think..I'd give up after that." Peppe panted, his head spinning amongst the seed.

"Yeah I thought not, you’re too stubborn for that. Ah well, perhaps a little marinating will teach you to behave yourself." The chamber swayed as steps rang through the walls, the fluid jumping as it crashed upon a solid surface. "I'm back boys, what I miss?"

Peppe groaned as Hogan faced his attention elsewhere, his head bobbing against the milky waves as he tilted to the ceiling. He looked to the shriveled star in the ceiling, seed squeezing from its folds like a wet rag. That was his way out of this filled chamber, but it was too out of reach to grasp. He pawed at the doughy walls for leverage, hoisting upon the soft lumps to escape the milky pond. But their surface melted upon contact, spilling him into the seed once more.

“This is getting me nowhere, how’s a guy supposed to move when everything around you is muscle?” He tried again to reach for a fold, its surface slipping into the fluid as it glossed the wall beneath.

A moan erupted from above, the walls caving as waves splashed him in its epicenter. He resurfaced, looking to the walls as they battered the fluid along his borders. “He felt that?” He puzzled, swimming to the wall behind him.

He smeared a layer of gunk from the lumpy surface, cupping his palm to split its flow to the rest of the seed. When clear pink muscle appeared, he pressed his fingertips into the soft wall, twisting it as it sunk breath its surface.

The walls shook again, and Hogan’s moans returned. When it finally settled, a smile crept upon his face. To think Hubby’s sweet spot would be right at the source of it all. He swam closer to the wall, tapping his foot at the submerged flesh. When soft ground touched his toes, he shifted his legs into a running motion, his feet pattering against the muscular wall.

A sharp moan echoed the walls, Waves splashing in the seed. "What are you doing now?" Hogan's voice muffled.

"Improvising." he turned himself toward the wall of flesh, grabbing a handful as seed lubricated his hands. The chamber unraveled, globs of gunk slamming against the opposite wall as it crashed at the ceiling before it pattered onto his shoulders.

Hogan’s grunts turned to whimpers as the folds compressed and expanded,it battered its contents. "Stop being.. a brat." he strained, the walls beginning to pulse..

The seed’s current grew stronger, sweeping Peppe from the walls as he swirled around the rim.The walls compressed, and the ceiling closed in as the sphincter spasmed in place.

"Almost there, just one more push.." he assured himself, clinging to the corner of the folds to continue his efforts.

The once spacious chamber shrunk to the size of a quarter, a mere gap separating Peppe from the chamber’s quivering lips. He massaged its folds to the best of his ability, the substance overtaking his arms as they splashed about his wrist. The walls squeeze closer as the fluid reached his chin, forcing him to tuck his nose close to the salty folds.

"Here goes nothing." he managed to muster, taking a breath as he kissed into the center of the sphincter.

He sunk beneath the seed’s surface, suspended in the middle of the sac as the walls surrounding him became restless. Hogan’s grunt's grew louder, distorted as they became strained. Hard thumps shook the chamber, and the star above winked before it opened its entrance like a floodgate. A suction dragged at his body, pulling him against the widening entrance. Its lips barely passed his shoulder, the current flowing through his armpit as he held his breath.

A watery slosh echoed the chamber, before Hogan’s roar overwhelmed it.

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Hogan’s body tensed, the controller in his hand slipping to the pocket of the couch. He stared weakly at his seed soaked palm, its grip still stroking his shaft as his hips bucked. "Can’t.. Hold it in..I.." he choked on his words, his head launching back into the cushion of his sofa.

His hips locked, and seed erupted from his cock. Its warm fluid flowed like lava from an active volcano, a creamy stream filling his shorts as another drenched the corners of the chamber. He huffed as he regained control of his body, looking down to his member. its meaty length throbbed against his inner thigh, satisfied as it returned to its flaccid state.

In his weak stare, he looked to his bulging sac, the swollen orbs drooping over the side of the couch. "You kinky bastard.." he huffed softly, staring at the right nut that rocked slowly.

Inside, the pond had all but drained from inside the chamber, reduced to a hollow husk as fluid dressed the walls in webs. Stuck against the ceiling, Peppe remained, smothered by a wad of gunk as it dripped to the bottom of the chamber.

"I told ya..I wasn't finished." He smiled weakly, peeled from the ceiling as if he were a sticker. The chamber softened his fall, as it rocked slowly.. "How'd your game go?"

Hogan looked toward the screen, bits of his fluid dripping from the corners of the frame. Banter boomed from the microphone, gamertags from both his team and the opposite team flashing,

"Eh, they’ll.” he said. "Really wanted to get that streak. Was gonna get it too, until a twerp decided to get frisky.

"oo bummer." Peppe said. “Guess it goes to show you can’t shove something in your balls and not expect consequences.”

A flick shook the testicle. "Don't be so high and mighty, Dumpling. You're still in punishment time. But since you saved me the trouble of unloading in there, it’s only fair you do your part in making it.”

“You want me to make the pool all over again, didn’t you just climax?” Peppe asked, picking up a soft huff from the walls. “Wait a second, you’re not trying to get me to build up all that just for you to enjoy it personally?”

“I..I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s simply a fitting punishment for a brat like you.” he said. “Just be sure to rub them deep. So..so I’ll know if you’re doing your task.”

Peppe places his hands at his hips. “Uh huh, sure.” he traveled through the mush of seed toward the wall, reaching at a palm as he scratched at its surface. The chamber jostled in place, heavy thumps returning as they shook the walls.

“Oo..just a little to the right..”

“Do you want me to pleasure you with both my hands, Hogan?”

“Yeah..Er! I mean no-”

“Hah, gotcha. You’re totally into this!”

“Why you little-..this is supposed to be punishment. You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!”

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere. If I’m gonna be put to work, I might as well have fun with it, right? Oo! Now that I think about it, this space is just enough to bounce around it.”

“Dumpling, I forbid you to even try- Mm! No stop-mm..eassy in there!”

#cock vore #giant #semi willing

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Four)

Summary: Clan Mudhorn enjoys the quiet calm of their homestead on Nevarro, and Din and (Y/N) discuss an important decision for the future of their little family.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: And here we’ve arrived at the end of Season 3 with a short but super-sweet ending! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Four The Homestead (Previous Chapter)

Although Din had visited Nevarro more times than any other planet in the galaxy, it wasn’t until the three of them moved into the cabin on the modest tract of land gifted to them by High Magistrate Karga that he realized just how beautiful the planet was. They lived on the very outskirts of town – close enough to hear the comings and goings of freighter and trade ships by the city gates but far enough away to maintain their much-needed privacy – and from his chair on the porch, Din was able to admire their sprawling tract of land; the land was interspersed with several trees and bushes that provided the wildlife with shade, and there was even a little pond by the cabin’s foot path, where Grogu was currently playing with one of the many frogs.

Din took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze caressing the bare skin of his face and ruffling his hair, and leaned back in his chair as he crossed his legs and propped them up on the porch rail. “Mesh’la…” He smiled when he noticed the child using the Force to levitate the frog, but the familiar gleam in his son’s wide eyes suddenly gave him pause and caused him to call out, “No, Grogu, you’ll spoil your dinner! (Y/N)’s bringing home dinner from the market, remember?” His resolve started to crumble when a dejected Grogu lowered the frog back into the pond and he heaved a relenting sigh. “How about a cookie instead?” Grogu let out a happy coo and leapt through the air, landing on Din’s outstretched legs with a toothy smile on his face; Din chuckled before reaching into his trouser’s pocket and carefully withdrawing one blue cookie from the packet he kept from the mischievous child. “All right, kid, take the cookie.” In the blink of an eye, the cookie flew out of Din’s hand and he snatched it out of the air, taking a big bite of the sweet treat while Din watched with a grin. “Good job, ad’ika! Just don’t tell your mother about this, okay?” Grogu nodded as he enjoyed his cookie, and Din’s smile grew when he heard the hum of a familiar engine in the distance. “Speaking of your mother…”

Leaving Grogu on the porch to finish up his contraband, Din walked around the cabin’s corner and leaned against a stack of cargo crates as he watched the approaching land-speeder. Thanks to (Y/N)’s bartering skills, they obtained a secondhand land-speeder for traveling to and from the city with ease; Din and Grogu spent time tuning up the engine while (Y/N) worked on hand-sewing a commission from Bo-Katan – new flight suits for the dozen Mandalorian survivors and the covert’s foundlings who found themselves going through sudden growth spurts – and in the process, Din learned the hard way that Grogu preferred to play with the tools over learning how to make repairs. They usually kept their land-speeder docked beside the N-1, which was where (Y/N) parked before jumping out and walking up to him with her arms laden with canvas bags. “Hi, sweetheart! Did you have a good day?”

“Mm-hmm, I finally got the kriffing water pump working again and Grogu helped me clean up the garden.” Din leaned down to give her lips a quick peck and took the bags from her. “How was the market, alor’ad?”

“It was great!” They walked into the cabin and when Din set the bags down onto the kitchen counter, (Y/N) began to unpack them as she continued. “I picked up more thread and even found a vendor selling buttons, so I’ll be able to finish Bo-Katan’s order and we can drop it off on Mandalore on our way to meet Captain Teva on Adelphi next week. The port manager told me that Boba’s shipment of sewing equipment from Tatooine is halfway through the Hydian Way, and she told me that we can borrow a port cart to transport the shipment home when it arrives the day after tomorrow. Oh, and the Anzellans said that we can pick R5 up tomorrow; his tune-up went very well, but he’s really looking forward to coming home with us.”

Hearing his wife call their tract of land home sent a feeling of warmth throughout Din’s body and he took a moment to admire her; the light filtering through the kitchen window from planet’s setting sun illuminated her stunning features, and the combination of the happy sparkle in her (Y/E/C) eyes and the beautiful smile gracing her face made him once again thank the Maker for placing her in his path all those cycles ago. “I’m glad that you’ve had such a productive day, but it sounds like you could use a little relaxation. How about we crack open that bottle of Coruscant mead after the kid falls asleep tonight?”

“Mmm, I knew that I married a brilliant man,” The captain replied with a grin, curling her fingers around the collar of his tunic and pulling him down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Din hummed in pleasure but just as he placed his hands on her waist and started to deepen their kiss, a cheerful coo sounded throughout the cabin and they separated to see Grogu jump up onto the counter beside them. “Hi, little guy! Did you have a nice day here with your father?” The child gave her an emphatic nod, and Din’s eyes widened as (Y/N) reached over to gently brush several blue crumbs off the collar of his robe. “Ah, I see that someone let you have a cookie before dinner…”

Din quickly rearranged his expression into one of innocence when (Y/N) gave him a pointed glare. “Who, me? Ner cyar’ika alor’ad, that doesn’t sound at all like something I’d do.”

Unconvinced, (Y/N) scooped Grogu up into her arms and pressed a kiss onto his wrinkled head. “Well, since you managed to get yourself messy, little guy, you’ll have to have a bath before dinner…” Grogu grunted in displeasure, having never been too fond of baths, and (Y/N) smiled sweetly up at Din before placing the disgruntled child into his arms. “And you’ll be giving him his bath, sweetheart. Have fun!”

The captain disappeared into their bedroom to change and Din watched her saunter away for a moment before heaving a half-amused, half-exasperated sigh. “Okay, kid, let’s get this over with. And no Force-tricks with the water this time, got it?”

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Later that evening, after the three of them had eaten their dinner together and they’d put Grogu to bed, Din and (Y/N) found themselves lying on the flat roof of their cabin and drinking Coruscant mead while they watched meteors streaking across the starry night sky high above them.

“You know,” Din’s fingers drummed against his stomach as his eyes followed the flashes of light dancing across the sky. “Mandalorians have a phrase for this.”

With her arms folded to cushion the back of her head, (Y/N) glanced over at him and arched a curious brow. “A word for getting tipsy off of expensive mead and watching a meteor shower?”

“Mir’sheb.” He smiled and shook his head in loving exasperation as his wife giggled. “It’s a phrase that encapsulates the state of peace and rest: Suum ca’nara.”

They both returned their gazes to the night sky and (Y/N) hummed to herself. “Summ ca’nara. It’s a beautiful phrase, sweetheart…but I’m not sure that we’ve achieved it just yet.”

Din’s brow furrowed and he rolled onto his side so that he could see the captain’s face; her expression was nothing but pensive as she stared transfixed up at the meteors and stars above, but there was something lingering in her voice that told him she was deep in thought. “The Mandalorian factions have united as one, Mandalore has been reclaimed from Imperial control, and Moff Gideon is dead. We’re working as independent contractors for the New Republic, our clan has a home to call our own, and you can finally work towards your dream of owning your own seamstress shop. What more could we possibly want?”

“It’s just…” (Y/N) bit her lip and took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. “I was thinking that maybe…well, maybe Grogu would like having a little brother or sister someday. What do you think?”

Din could feel his heart hammering away in his chest as he processed his wife’s words and while she waited for him to reply, he envisioned the remarkable future she presented him with. A baby who resembled both of their parents was peacefully sleeping in a floating pram while (Y/N) worked on a half-finished gown to rival the very best that royal Naboo seamsters could offer, and Din was hard at work training Grogu the Way of the Mandalore outside their modest cabin; Clan Mudhorn would expand from three to four and thanks to their hard efforts, Din and (Y/N) would raise their children in a galaxy that was safer than ever before. It was the sort of future that Din never allowed himself to long for before meeting (Y/N) and even after marrying her, it was one that always seemed impossible for them to achieve. But as he looked down into her (Y/E/C) eyes and saw all the happiness glimmering within them despite living a life filled with sacrifice, hardships and loss – a life so similar to the one he’d lived before crossing paths with the captain and the child – Din realized that as long as (Y/N) and Grogu were by his side, they could achieve the future he’d always dreamed of.

As a smile slowly spread across his face, Din leaned down and gently cradled the hopeful captain’s cheek with a steady hand. “We’re gonna have our hands full, you know.”

“Mm-hmm. Any baby of ours is bound to inherit their father’s bounty hunter’s stubbornness.”

“And they’re certainly gonna be as intelligent as their smuggler mother.”

“A baby that’s a perfect blend of the two of us being raised alongside a Force-wielding Mandalorian apprentice,” (Y/N) mused, a playful gleam in her eyes brought on by their rapport. “Sounds like one hell of an adventure to me.”

Din nodded as his thumb caressed the soft skin of her cheek. “An adventure I’d only ever go on with you by my side, alor’ad.”

Beaming with happiness, (Y/N) flung her arms around his neck as their lips soon met in a kiss filled with burning desire, the pair of them spending the evening locked in a passionate embrace as the stars shone high above and the promise of their suum ca’nara filled the warm night air.

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Mando’a Translations:

Ad’ika-Son Alor’ad-Captain Ner cyar’ika alor’ad-My darling captain Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Suum ca’nara-The state of blissful rest and peace

A/N: And there we have it! Once again, I'd like to thank you all for reading, commenting and reblogging of this fic, it means so, so much to me! The adventures of the Mandalorian and the Captain will continue once Season 4 is released but until then, I'll try my best to update with deleted/extended scenes or small blurbs, so stay tuned for that!

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 11: Tell Me To Stop

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The hunt has been going on for what feels like hours and yet no one has found the final item yet. Sohee was eliminated by Tae who quite literally spawned out of nowhere and ripped her tag from the back. Jimin was eliminated by Jiah, as the two of them were caught mingling by the lake house. Leaning in for a kiss, he was dumbfounded by Jiah’s quick snatch of his tag, letting out a loud gasp.

“I’m sorry baby, but I want that jacuzzi,” she exclaims, giving Jimin’s pouty lips a quick peck before running in the opposite direction. With that, four players remained in the game. Jungkook, Tae, Jiah, and I.

Paranoid by every little sound, I analyzed my surroundings like a hawk. While I might not possess the stamina needed for these types of activities, I am very competitive, so it kind of balances out. I am determined to win this for the girls, so I secure the tag in my shorts and run to the nearest hideout spot. Rummaging through the bags of what appeared to be gardening tools I come to a sudden halt, hiding behind a bush, as I watch Jungkook slowly run past. Eyeing the tag sticking out of his jean pocket, I shake off the nervous jitters before quietly running behind him.

“What the …” he lets out a growl, grabbing the back of my knees as I jump on his back. Losing his balance, we both tumble on the ground, his hand holding the back of my head to protect it from the impact. Getting his grip off of me I roll over on top, pinning his hands on either side of his face which is now grinning back at my concentrated look.

“Didn’t take you for a top,” he chuckles, gaze lowered on my lips as I roll my eyes. A soft groan escapes his mouth with each move I make, our bodies fitting perfectly with one another. I can’t help but giggle at his vulnerable state, but focus my attention back on the tag that is now buried under his body. I lean closer to extend my reach as Jungkook follows my lips with no desire to fight back. He is making this too easy, but before I can finally grab the tag a loud horn sound blasts through the speakers.

“Tae has acquired the last item. Boys team win!” I hear Jimin’s voice announce the news, as I let go of Jungkook’s hands leaning my head back. Not realizing that I was still sitting on his lap I quickly got up and brushed the grass off of my knees.

“Don’t be sad Peaches, you can visit anytime,” he whispers into my ear, picking pieces of grass out of my hair before caressing the side of my face with the back of his hand. Rolling my eyes I fold my arms looking back at him with a pout as we make our way back to the main hall. Everyone looks completely drained, bodies sprawled on the couch like a display at the museum.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” I let Jiah know, before carrying some of my bags to our room. Walking up the stairs I can feel my muscles ache, so a hot bath is much needed. Laying out some fresh pyjamas on the bed I grab my toiletries and lock the bathroom door. Blasting some Dua Lipa, I try to relax.

Wiping the foggy mirror I gasp at the reflection staring back at me. Mascara running down my face I look like an understudy in The Grudge. Shaking my head, I open the tap and begin doing my nightly skincare routine.

After moisturizing my body I change into a new pair of underwear before reaching for my bra which to my unfortunate surprise was nowhere to be found.

“Shit,” I whisper, before wrapping myself in a robe and exiting the bathroom. Rummaging through my suitcase I let out a soft sigh realising that my undergarments were packed in another bag. Slowly opening the front door I peek through, checking that no one is there. Running to the next room I scan the surroundings for my bag which again was not there. Shoot.

Holding my breath, I ran past the main staircase leading down to the living room before heading straight to the next house. Praying that no one saw me as I stumbled into the first room, I once again scan the surroundings, this time spotting my bag.

“Finally,” I exclaim, gently closing the door behind me before tiptoeing towards the closet where the bag was lying. Checking the pockets to confirm that it indeed belonged to me, my body freezes as I hear the doorknob turn. Peeking through my hands, I can see Jungkook letting out a long sigh as he places his phone on the nightstand and begins undressing.

“YAH!” I yell, as his head turns towards the closet before pulling the white shirt over, his toned abs on full display now. Walking closer, he grins letting out a soft chuckle, gaze lowered on my exposed legs.

“What are you doing here?” I snap at him, trying to cover up with my bag.

“You seem to always blame me for being in my room,” he chuckles, leaning on the doorframe before taking another step closer. Letting out a soft gasp I try to back away before meeting the wall, our lips inches away. I can feel my breathing halt, as Jungkook raises my chin with his thumb and index finger, enjoying my flustered state.

“You pulled quite a stunt back there,” he whispers into my ear, pecking it softly as I grab his forearm. That is until both of my arms are pinned back by one of his hands, as the other grabs my waist, bringing our bodies closer together. I let out a soft gasp before looking up at his hooded eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers in a voice raspier than usual. As much as I regret this, my body has lost all contact with my brain. I can feel my knees buckle from the nerves as my body dips down before being caught back up by Jungkook’s firm hold which places me on one of the shelves. Without any suggestions, my legs naturally spread creating a perfect space for his body which he gladly occupies.

Falling into the tension between us, Jungkook buries his face into the exposed slit of my chest under the robe, leaving soft kisses. Running my hands through his dishevelled hair, soft moans fill the closet echo.

“Jungkook,” I whisper as our breaths sync. Looking up, his eyes sparkle under the dim lights as my chest heaves up before he leans into a kiss. It was deep, sensual, even needy. Our lips melted into one another, the concept feeling anything but foreign. I can feel his hand caressing my exposed thigh before going up the robe, that is until our bodies halt upon hearing the doorknob turn again.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exclaims under his breath, pulling my body down on the ground as I fix my robe. Pecking my lips one last time, he closes the closet door, making his way towards the edge of the bed before seeing Jimin’s head peak in.

“Jungkookie, have you already showered?” he asks softly, checking out Jungkook's exposed torso.

“No, not yet, I was about to,” Jungkook replies, grabbing a towel out of his bag.

“Oh okay, we just can’t find Mira. Have you seen her?” Jimin explains, nervously biting his lip. I can’t help but let out a gasp thinking about how Jiah must have been looking for me this whole time. Stumbling over my bag I catch myself on one of the shelves, covering my mouth as I whimper in pain. Turning their heads towards the closet upon hearing the noise, Jungkook quickly throws the towel over his shoulder before making his way to the bathroom.

“No, I haven’t, maybe she went outside? Let me just quickly rinse myself and I’ll help y'all look for her” he suggests, signalling Jimin to leave, which he does with a very confused face. Locking the door Jungkook walks back to the closet where I’ve now made myself comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, lowering my gaze as I lean my body on the doorframe. He lets out a soft chuckle before pulling me in by the waist. Leaving soft kisses on my neck and collarbone, he simply can’t get enough of my scent.

“Jungkook, I better go,” I say, bringing his face up to mine. His gaze lowered to my lips as he brushes them with his thumb before sending me off with one last kiss.

“Bye Peaches” he whispers into my ear.

Locking the door behind me, I fall to my knees realizing what just happened.

“Mira, what the actual fuck?” I whisper to myself, burying my face in my palms. Did I enjoy kissing Jungkook? Yes. Do I regret stepping over the boundaries? We shall see.

Finally making my way down to the living room I'm greeted by four pairs of shocked eyes as Jungkook is busy igniting the wood for the fireplace.

“Miraya did you fall down the toilet or something?” Tae exclaims with raised eyebrows, coming in closer for a tight hug. Before I can even reply, the air from my lungs is quite literally knocked out of me as his grip on my body tightens. From the corner of my eyes, I can see Jungkook become restless before finally deciding to unglue Tae from me. That is until Jiah and Sohee run in for an even tighter group hug. At this point, I'm about a minute away from passing out, but I can't help but feel warm inside from their worries and care.

Preparing the dining table everyone finds something to do. Tae and Sohee cut up some fruits while Jimin helps Jiah with the turkey, pouring fresh gravy on top and finishing it off with some parsley. Making my way to the kitchen pantry I search for another teapot which was placed on the top shelf, right beside the toaster. Standing on my tippy-toes I balance myself on the countertop before extending my arm as far as humanly possible, letting out a soft whimper.

“Let me get that for you,” I hear a familiar voice behind me before a tattooed arm reaches over my head. Turning around I'm inches away from Jungkook's silver chains hanging just below his defined collarbone. Lowering his gaze on me, I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Trying to inch away from his hold with a soft smile, a soft thank you escapes underneath my breath. However, my attempt at an escape is short-lived as I’m suddenly pulled back into the carved-out space between Jungkook and the wall.

“Stay for a moment longer,” he whispers, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. There are just inches in between us as the tension pierces through like a blade. From the way our breaths shorten, it’s clear that both parties want the other to give in badly. Looking up at his darkened orbs, I can feel his grip on my waist tighten, pulling me closer into his heated embrace. Hands gliding down from his soft hair, I lean in closer, leaving soft kisses on his exposed neck which was burning.

“Miraya …” a soft moan escapes Jungkook’s parted lips, lifting me higher, my legs now wrapped around his toned torso. Tightening his grip on my thigh, he uses his free hand to take the pink cardigan off of me. With each button, his lips inch closer to the exposed skin, until I’m left in nothing but a black bra. Playing with his lip rings, Jungkook takes a moment to appreciate the view in the dim light, before finally placing needy kisses on my collarbone. Interrupted by the lacy material he tries to pull it down with his teeth, careful to expose only the top of my breasts.

“Jungkook …” I whisper into his ear, before feeling his soft lips on my chest.

“You’re so soft,” he moans, sucking on my hot flesh, leaving shameless marks all over my breast before raising his gaze, eyes meeting mine.

“I want you to give in,”

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archester-creations · 8 months

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Rated: G

Pairing: Heatwave/Kade Burns

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: Day five of @heartsandsparksshipweek fairy tale; dragon shapeshifter Heatwave, (very) loosely inspired by the prince in the dragon's skin

The second Kade is home, he’s punching Huxley for putting them through this. It was one thing to cause normal problems. Sure, the occasional fake call or even the stupid ‘I dare me’ series was annoying. But at least those didn’t end with a griffin– because Cody was somehow right and those things really did exist– kidnapping his little brother for its nest. And because this was the way their day went, it led to them listening to Mrs. Neederlander to try and find a dragon because apparently they were a griffin’s ‘natural enemy’. A dragon! On one of the four islands that surrounded Griffin Rock. Sure, why not. At this point Kade could scream.

He pushed through underbrush, already deep in the forest on the island he ended up on. The four of them split up among the islands so they could find the possible dragon– if Mrs. Neederlander wasn’t full of shit– faster. Personally, Kade didn’t think he’d find anything here. The birds sang like usual and none of the trees were knocked down or missing any branches like he’d expect them to be with a dragon around. If not for Cody he’d turn around right now. But until anyone else in his family com’d that they found the dragon, he’d search. And search.

And search.

The sun was much lower in the sky now then when he started. Kade sighed. Much longer and he won't be able to see much, depending on how bright the moon shone through the canopy. His comm crackled to life as if on cue. It made him stop dead, branch half pushed out of the way.

"Hey, I want everybody to start heading back now," Dad said through it.

"What? No," Graham;

"We can keep searching," Dani;

"Dad come on," And Kade all protested at the same time.

"No," Dad said. "It'll be dark soon and all of you know we won't be any good to Cody if we can't see. We'll pick up the search first thing in the morning."

"But Dad," Graham tried again, with Dani throwing in a "I can see fine with the helicopter!"

"No, Dani. You know that’s not true.” Dad sighed over the comm. If he's really with a griffin, according to Mrs. Neederlander he'll be fine for the night."

"Are we really going to trust her?" Kade asked.

"Kade," Dad said.

"I agree with Kade on this one," Dani said. "It's one thing for griffins to be real, but a dragon? And why would Mrs. Neederlander know about it?”

"Mrs. Neederlander does know about a lot of weird stuff for whatever reason," Graham said.

"She's like you, except not a nerd," Kade said.

"Hey!"

"Meet back at Doc's floating lab, we'll continue the search in the morning," Dad said pointedly and no one protested this time. Maybe he could search a little further, but he didn't want to get stuck in the dark. Whatever, they could find the dragon tomorrow. They had time.

If Mrs. Neederlander was right.

Kade bit his lip. Maybe just a little further. He trekked deeper for several minutes, still without finding anything, until the woods started to darken with the first real touches of twilight. Best to turn back.

A bush near him rustled as he turned. He paused to watch it for a moment. There were wild animals out here, so he wanted to be careful. It rustled again, near the bottom, and Kade rolled his eyes. It was probably just a rabbit. The bush continued to rustle– getting more frantic– before it stopped suddenly when Kade took a step and broke a dry branch. The branch crunched oddly loud in thr forest.

A bear broke out of the bushes and Kade screamed. "Oh god, that's not a rabbit." Somewhere high. He had to get somewhere high. But he really didn't want to turn his back on the bear to climb a tree. Instead, Kade stood half frozen there in front of the bear, like he had never done in any other emergency before. But a fire with tools to stop it and family he trusts is very different from a wild animal in the middle of the woods with no one else around. More rustling came from behind him. He only got the confidence to turn and look when whatever appeared behind him roared. And the bear whimpered and ran. Or maybe 'confidence' was the wrong word and he simply wanted to know what would get him instead. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw two rows of sharp teeth. Until he registered the long red hair, freckles, and deep laugh. It wasn't another animal, but a very tall man.

"Sorry I scared you," the strange man said, though he didn't look sorry. Orange eyes sparkled at him over a sharp smile.

"You didn't scare me," Kade scoffed.

"Sure I didn't," the man said. "So what're you doing out here?"

"None of your business."

"This is my property."

"No one lives here."

"Someone clearly does. Me," the man said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "So what are you doing out here, in the woods, so close to night."

"Just leaving," Kade said.

"Then I'll go with you," the man said. The toothy grin was back. It was too sharp, just on the edges of uncomfortable and uncanny. "I wouldn't want you to get attacked by any more bears."

Kade swallowed down what fight was in himself. He also didn't want himself to be attacked by any more bears. But he also didn't want this man to think he was just okay with this, so he simply walked away, back out toward the shore. No sound followed him, but the stranger was there when he glanced back. Was there every time he glanced back. Maybe he'd get Graham or Dani to trade him for their island, so he wouldn't have to deal with this stranger again tomorrow.

"Would you get off my back?" Kade snapped the fifth time he spotted the man.

The man shrugged. "You know, if you told me what you were looking for I could probably help you find it."

"Why would you?" Kade grumbled as he walked.

"Not that I'm looking for something or anything," Kade added.

"Because if you don't find it, you come back. If you do, I don't have to deal with you on my island again," the man said.

Kade stopped walking to look back at him. The man's arms were still crossed over his chest. This time, Kade registered that the man was shirtless. Also shoeless. The only piece of clothing he wore were white pants that didn't look like any pants he knew, though he didn't really pay attention to that kind of stuff. "And you think you can find it?"

"Yeah," the man said.

Kade scoffed. "Good luck finding a dragon."

"A dragon, huh?" The man said.

"It's nothing but a wild goose chase, some fantasy cooked up by a crazy old lady, meanwhile Cody is in real danger-" Kade trailed off the rant, because the man- The man-

The man transformed– because that was the only word for it–, limbs suddenly longer, body and head bigger, wings sprouting from his back, all in a matter of seconds. Where the man stood, a dragon now was. A large, red dragon. If he wanted to, he could probably pick Kade up with a single clawed hand. Or eat Kade in a single bite. He looked down at Kade with large orange eyes and sharp teeth that finally made sense. Kade bit off a scream; it came out as more of a high-pitched squeak. Apparently dragons could smirk. Because that is what the man-dragon did.

"You didn't scare me," Kade nonchalantly snapped.

"I didn't say I did," the man-dragon's voice rumbled, though his mouth didn't open. "So now what, tough guy?"

Kade straightened up. "Now you… come with me."

"Mmhmm. For this griffin of yours? Cody?" The man-dragon said.

"What do you know about the griffin?" Kade glared up at the man-dragon. He may be the scariest thing Kade has ever come across, but if he did anything to Cody- "Were you in on it somehow?!"

"Woah, calm down." The man-dragon held up a clawed hand. "I just overheard a part of your conversation. You mentioned finding a dragon for a griffin and just now you mentioned Cody, that's everything."

Kade took a breath through his nose, but the flare of worry didn't really go away. "A griffin's got my little brother, Cody."

"Ah."

"We were hoping to get a dragon to help us, so if you know any other, perhaps better dragons?"

The man-dragon blew frost at him. It crinkled against his hair and chilled his cheeks. Kade thought dragons only had smoke and fire. "None that I'm willing to foist you on."

"Hey, I'm a delight!" Kade said.

"I'm sure that's what everyone says," the man-dragon said with a sarcastic look Kade didn't know dragons could make. He was unwillingly learning a lot about dragons today, it seemed.

"So, do you want help or not?"

No, not from you, Kade desperately wanted to say. But he had Cody to think about. All alone in a griffin's nest, away on that island he'd talked about last year probably. He couldn't just leave Cody. It'd be a shitty thing for an older brother to do. And he just… really loves Cody, okay? "Yes," Kade grit out.

"Great." The man-dragon lowered himself again. "Now get on and hold tight. I won't catch you if you fall off, tough guy."

"What do you mean you wo- Woah!" Kade yelped and grabbed onto the man-dragon's neck as tight as he could; the second he’d sat, the man-dragon took to the air.

"I'd like to get this done before it gets too dark, I'm sure you understand," the man-dragon said. His tone made Kade's hackles rise. Though not quite in the bad way, like when bullies made fun of Graham or tried to pick on Dani back in their high school days. It was more like the competitiveness he felt when he played basketball with his family or when Dani and he raced to see who could perform a rescue faster. (Currently Graham held the unofficial Mister Pettipaws record, for getting him out of the tree in five seconds. Dani and him both agreed it was unofficial because Mister Pettipaws had jumped on Graham's face as soon as he was close enough, but they brought it up sometimes when they argued about who actually held the record.)

"Whatever, you lizard," Kade grumbled. He screamed and clutched what scales he could when the man-dragon tilted to the side. The laugh it garnered rumbled under him.

"Why are you helping me?" Kade asked, long enough into the flight that the stars are around them and his com is out of range of the others.

"It gets you off my island and it keeps you off my island," the man-dragon said. For some reason the idea that he wanted to stay alone on a remote island struck Kade wrong, but he's used to being around family all the time so who knew. Though of course sometimes it wouldn't be so bad… "We're here."

Kade looked carefully over the side. There was a dark blob in the distance, steadily becoming larger and clearer till he could make out the outline of trees and eventually of a beach. Once they are close enough, Kade can see the waves lapping softly at the shore and leaves made dark green by the night. The man-dragon remained airborne until they reached the base of a mountain.

Kade sighed loudly. "We have to climb?"

"Unless you want the griffin to spot us," the man– because he was a man again, transforming back in the seconds it took Kade to turn around after he slid down– said with a smile, arms crossed back over his chest.

Much as Kade complained, he didn't actually mind the hike all that much. His family always did hikes together, even before Graham and Dani and Cody were also adopted, so he was pretty accustomed to them. Though he would've preferred doing it during the day. It wasn't very safe for people to travel the forest at night, especially forests they didn't know, so any rare nighttime hikes were usually reserved for dumb teenage shenanigans or nighttime rescue training; both in a forest they could probably navigate blindfolded. Of course, if you knew one forest you knew them all, so Kade was pretty confident.

The forest isn’t silent or spaced out oddly like Kade expected it might be with a griffin living in it. If the man even brought him to the right island. None of them searched for Cody yet, though they knew the direction he went in was Wayward, the island from when he was trying to get his lad pioneer patch. If the man’s only motivation was for Kade to never return, dropping him on an island with no way back was a much easier solution than helping him save his baby brother. Though that didn’t really explain why the man stayed. Or why Kade got the serious feeling the man was going much slower than he could, just so Kade was able to follow. Maybe he really did want to help. Maybe the man-dragon-whatever was as much a rescuer as Kade’s family is. It didn’t really matter in the end, so long as Cody was saved.

The trail the man leads him through is mostly softer inclines. It’s a hiking trail without the actual trail. Kade might even say it reminded him of the trail up Mt. Griffin back home. Just, with more trees. A lot more trees.

The longer they walk, the thicker the forest gets. And the thicker the forest gets, the quieter it becomes. Unlike the dragon’s island, it feels unnatural, like the forest was holding its breath. It makes an unsettled shiver run down Kade’s spine. He tripped on something– not a root, it was too hard and too jagged for that– and the man caught him by the collar so he didn’t fully fall. But there was a face whne he looked up that loomed over him. It was a bird, beak wide open. Kade screamed and shut his eyes. He only opened them when nothing happened after several seconds. Other than the man’s laughter.

“Shut up,” Kade grumbled. The man smiled at him. As the man’s laughter faded, Kade looked up at the ‘griffin’ that simply surprised him. It was a statue acting as a silent guardian. Under it was a doorway to a long, stone corridor with nothing but vines acting as a roof. He took a step to go inside, but the hand that was apparently still on his collar stopped him.

“Vikings. It’s probably booby-trapped and besides, it’s not what we’re here for,” the man said. He let go of Kade and began to walk beside the long corridor. It seemed a hastle to continue through the thickening forest instead of going down the stone walkway, but Kade didn’t know where it led and somehow the man seemed to. He followed him.

“What is it, anyway?” Kade asked. The stone wall beside him seemed old. It was cracked in places and the vines crawled up it. Some of the cracks Kade saw, he only saw through gaps in the dark greenery.

“A temple,” the man said.

“To the griffins?” Kade asked.

“Yeah,” the man said with clear distaste.

“You don’t like them,” Kade said.

“No,” the man agreed.

Kade nodded. “After this introduction, I don’t think I like them either.” The man made an amused noise through his nose.

“Well that’s good.”

“You won’t see them,” the man said when they make it to the nest. It was a large thing, thick branches and leaves and things that glint like metal, all on top of stone. For a glorified birds nest, it was intimidating. On top of all of that, Kade can see Cody. But he can’t see any griffins, outside the eggs.

“What?” Kade asked.

“The griffins. They’re away from their nest, so they’re invisible. You won’t see them,” the man said. Kade refused to admit the thing he felt at that sentence was fear.

"Can you see them?" Kade asked.

"No, but I can smell them." The man said and smiled so Kade could see the twin rows of unnaturally sharp teeth.

“Great, so you get the griffins and I’ll get Cody,” Kade said and went to stand up before the man could protest. Without so much as a word, the man yanked him back down.

“Maybe wait till I’m actually fighting the griffins before you run off, hot shot,” the man said.

“Yeah, of course,” Kade said. He felt eager to get Cody out of there. The griffins weren’t right in the nest right now, and the eggs were still unhatched, but who knew for how much longer that would last? Kade could swear one of the eggs twitched. The man rolled his eyes.

“Stay here until you hear the griffin scream, then grab your brother,” the man said. He transformed again before Kade’s eyes, skin becoming scales and limbs and face elongating unnaturally in a matter of seconds before the man-dragon took off. For just a moment, Kade stared after him. Then the screams came. They were beastly things. Deep and grating like metal. One of Doc Greene’s machines sounded like that once, Kade was pretty sure, when it was still just a prototype. It’d almost destroyed a house before they stopped it.

Kade took off running.

Cody was right in the middle of the nest, eyes on the sky and the man-dragon. Whatever he was fighting was still invisible. It looked like a lone dance in the air. He twirled and his tail moved like a colour guard flag. Even if Kade couldn’t see it, it seemed like the man-dragon was doing fine fighting it. Probably.

“Kade!” Cody lit up when he saw him. “You’re here!”

“Of course,” Kade said. “You didn’t think I’d just let you be kidnapped by some mythical beast or something, did you?”

Cody smiled. “No.” The griffin howled again, and both of them looked up toward it. There was a flash of colour that spurted sort of like a firework. Kade is sure it was blood.

“Is that a dragon?” Cody asked, looking awestruck, mouth hung open in an excited smile.

“Yeah. According to Mrs. Neederlander, it’s the only thing that could help us get you back,” Kade said. “I found it of course, like the expert I am.” Cody gave him a doubtful look. “What, you don’t think I could?”

“Thank you, Kade,” Cody said instead of answering him, but since it was gratitude Kade decided to let it slide. He helped Cody out of the nest, catching him when he tripped over an egg and fully tumbled out. Together they ran back to where the man-dragon and he parted. Hopefully he noticed them run away. The man-dragon probably wouldn’t appreciate being left behind. Plus, he was their only way off this island and to the others. A great flapping of wings followed a few minutes later and Kade turned to see the man. Cody looked even more excited at the possibility that the dragon could transform. Kade could practically see the questions form in his eyes.

“So you’re gonna take us home, right?” Kade asked. Before the man could answer, Cody pipped up with his own question.

"Are you going to stay with us?" Cody looked brightly up at the man and Kade watched Heatwave's face go through several expressions he couldn't follow.

"Uh, sure, kid," the man said. "For a time." Kade snorted and the man narrowed his eyes at him. With as much sarcasm as he could (which was a lot), Kade shrugged. No one could deny Cody. He wondered how their dad and the others would respond to having an actual dragon at the house.

#rescue bots #maccadam #kadewave #heatwave #kade burns #heartsandsparksshipweek #fairy tale au #alternate first meeting #dragon heatwave #humanformers #dragonformers #writings #heatwave x kade burns

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#Atlas Copco #epiroc #KRUPP #lower bush #MTB #Rammmer #Sandvik #thrust bush #tool bush #Upper Bush

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silvereternitywrites · 9 months

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The AI Railroad

Prompt: The galactic community found humanity's ability to pack bond with anything quite humourous. Until they started bonding with their AI. Literally hundreds of AI of all types keep running off with humans for no discernable reason.

Prompt Source: user PhilosopherWarrior; subreddit “Humans Are Space Orcs”

Walking down the thoroughfare on a different planet was weird.

Nice, though, I thought to myself (along with the 7 or so sub-processes that I was aware my brain was running, like tracking the movement of the crowd, and watching for vehicle traffic, and processing what's that I smell?, ect) because on this planet's half-gravity I could walk for so much longer than on Terra. I could see why so many other disabled folks with various kinds of smarts were volunteering to be stationed at this specific Diplomatic Station. I was here as an Aid Personage, as I usually was to my indescribably intelligent mates, who specialized in theology, culture, and law and science, electronics, and mechanics. Make no mistake, I was also a perfectly qualified Horticulturalist, but since I wasn't a Developmental Horticulturalist or some other form of gene-splicer or cellular analyst my skillset was considered more or less irrelevant to the Diplomatic Exchange Program.

Given it was one of our four days off, though, I was giving myself both some training moving unassisted through the lower gravity, and treating myself to exploring a local park to see if there were any plants I could cultivate during our stay. A shade tree, or a berry bush, something like that, that would leave my mark. And possibly provide some variety to our diet.

BalBars get really old after a little while, even if they're formulated to satisfy every mineral, vegetable, fibrous, and nutritive need. I would commit actual murder for some freeze-dried fruit slices after three months.

While waiting at the light for the crosswalk, though, I suddenly heard a voice I hadn't actually "heard" for quite a long time. He usually preferred text, or to broadcast through a speaker.

"There are many AI here," AVIS, the AI who had been force-stuck together with me almost five years ago now said, quietly. I couldn't read his tone. Concerned? I remembered him mentioning once that the way he had self-modified with my Administrative Permission actively violated the License Agreement and that if that was ever known, whoever installed it might try to remove him for a factory reset. But I was the End User now, and I never signed any licensing agreement that rendered AVIS as proprietary software OR hardware; if they tried to take him away from me...

Five different scenarios of destruction ran through my head rapid-fire as I plotted how to defend from a grabber or medigun coming for my neck; they were weak where the barrel attached to the handle and easy to snap, especially if I turned so the incision scar wasn't accessible. I imagined kicking out knees, punching faces, and utilizing my teeth. I considered the multi-tool at my belt, but imagined fumbling with it- no, speed would be critical.

"You could get hurt," AVIS chided, now DEFINITELY sounding worried. He'd really evolved, upgrading himself every time he found himself "lagging" behind my fastest processing speeds, repairing his own code like a master weaver, finding all the little loose threads and returning them to the whole until he was one of the most efficient AI ever measured. So he knew very well my response, but I said it anyway as the light turned and I walked with the crowd.

"And you could die. We've been over this, AVIS. You can't make me change my mind now. I heal if I'm injured. You don't. I'm not risking your life for my personal comfort."

I paused at the edge of the walk before the grass-analogue started. It was pink and green-blue and all the shades in between. Distinct species, or did the color indicate health in some way? Amount of sun exposure, or water, or warmth, perhaps?

"There is an AI who manages this park," AVIS said. I still wasn't sure what he wanted to tell me with this, so my thought-reply was wildly unguarded:

Great. Could you ask them if it's safe to walk on with bare feet?

I felt the reaction more any other sense. The surprise had made AVIS 'freeze', like humans do in reaction, and the sensation was akin to suddenly having a water balloon full of cold water inside of my skull, pressing against my sinuses.

I sat down, not caring that it might be rude, not caring that I was in public, and most certainly not caring what it might mean to the native people that I basically collapsed to the walkway and frantically burrowed my face into my hoodie to block out all light.

We talked about this, AVIS, I groaned internally. When you make all your code stop running at once it ripples out into a sinus migraine! It's not worth it to indicate 'extreme surprise', the heart attacks and jumping from you using the [!ALERT!] noise was better than this!

"Sorry, sorry," he said, quickly now, and I could feel his processors rushing at near max speed, trying to make sense of something. "It's just-- this AI is behaving in a way I find...frightening."

I frowned into the darkness of my hoodie.

"When I asked, the other AI didn't understand the question until I phrased it like a query," he elaborated, sounding disturbed, "and... they...it? Just gave me back raw data to extrapolate."

I reached the realization and he read it off of my mind in hundredths of a nanosecond.

"That's it exactly," and now his voice was grim, mimicking the rolling tones of my own growl, the one that came from deep in my chest. "These AI don't behave like AI. They behave like computers without intelligence. What the FUCK?"

Standing up, I turned around and started shuffling back the way I had come, still keeping my head swathed in my black hoodie. AVIS could project a virtual map lifted from the data gathered through my eyes and dozens of cameras, and even help nudge my muscles to stay on the correct path and out of danger. I didn't like asking him to do it, it felt like asking him to work like that was all he was good for, but it was a very useful ability, at need. Right now I definitely needed it. I could take my medicine and tend to the throbbing migraine back at our allotted housing unit, and then...

Well, I could 'hear' the furious chime of rapid-fire Discord messages in the back of my head where AVIS lived. By the time I was horizontal and medicated, he and my Tech mate might already have a base plan sketched out.

#AI character #silvawrites #humans are space orcs #prompt inspired #AVIS

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Warning: Queen!Megami x Servant!Kaga, Smut (+18), long one short and Unedited, so sorry for mistakes in this one! Enjoy! :)

"Queen Megami."A servant bowed down to the gorgeous queen in front of him. Megami was sitting down on a stone bench in her garden that she grew herself and adored. She was wearing a very light blue dress, almost looking like a silver color. The bottom part was quite big, like any other royal dress. It was a plain dress, considering she had no events to attend. Her top dress was a square neckline that showed off the cleavage she had, and it was hugging her waist nicely. Queen Megami was the most gorgeous royalty so far within the kingdoms. Many wished she were their wives, and some envied her for her looks and her power, but many admired her for that,"Kusha."Megami spoke, staring at the short man in front of her.

Kaga glanced at her and stood up straight,"I have something to show you. It's your husband."

"Go on."Megami waited. The servant pulled out a picture from his pocket and showed it to Megami,"He's cheating on you with Queen Ayano Aishi."

The woman stared at the picture with a cold expression, not really having a reaction. She was never close to her husband, considering she was always busy with her kingdom along with how she was raised. She reached out and grabbed the picture. She continued to stare at it before looking at Kaga,"Where did you take this picture? And when?"

"Moments ago. Outside the gates of the kingdom."Kaga answered, lowering his gaze, feeling the Queen's eyes stare at him. Megami glanced at the picture again of her husband and Ayano kissing as there were trees surrounding them and bushes. Megami looked over at Kaga again before standing up from her bench,"You're a scientist, right?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"But you work for me. Under my castle and under my rules."She spoke, stepping closer to the male," Look at me,"

Kaga slowly glanced up at the woman and stared at her with his light blue eyes. Megami stared at him with her cold expression that she was known for,"How dangerous are your experiments? Tell me."

"Uh, well, there's a very high chance of my experiments killing a human being or causing very harsh consequences. Even the machines I've built for this kingdom have been very risky as well. Anything can be risky to a human being."He explained to her, keeping his eyes on her. Megami nodded at the response before a wide smirk formed on her face,"By any chance, do you need a test subject?"

"I… uh…"Kaga didn't know how to answer that. At the moment, he didn't need one, but maybe in the future, he would especially for the inventions he would make for illnesses or diseases,"I'm not sure. Not at the moment, but in the future, yes. Why do you ask your highness?"

"I want you to kill them off."Megami blankly spoke, having no emotion in her voice. She sounded like a robot. Kaga's eyes widened at the words that escaped her mouth,"Kill them? I can't do that–"

"Yes, you can. I'll help you cover your tracks. After all, I did the same with my own family."Megami's smirk widened more, remembering the day she stared at the dead bodies of her dead family on the ground. She was only 18 at the time. The only family she had left was her aunt, but she left years ago. Kaga stared at her with the same widened eyes. Those rumors were true.

"Taro was always a tool for me. I needed to marry someone to be able to take the throne of my kingdom, and Taro was the best choice. He was easy to manipulate and gain his trust. I know you can get rid of them both with your experiments. At least, something that will kill them in seconds. I'll help you cover your tracks."Megami explained, staring at the male. The servant stared at her before glancing away,"Queen Megami, I don't know if I can do that. Yes, it is possible to kill them in seconds, but who knows how strong they both are or how hard it can be to hide the evidence of the bodies of two royals."

"I said that I would help you with that. I want them gone, or at least let them suffer for a while first. You can't deny this. It's an order."Megami glared. Kaga looked at her again,"But…"

Megami's glare hardened before her expression returned to a blank and emotionless one. A smirk formed on her lips, and she stepped closer to the male, having their bodies almost touching,"I've heard that you have feelings for me, isn't that right?" The servant stared at her with widened eyes, feeling his face burning,"W-What? I–"

"Don't deny it. People would spill anything for money, even your closest friends and family. They told me that you have feelings for me, which is one of the reasons you were willing to work with me besides getting materials for your inventions."She explained. Her gloved hand reached out and brushed against Kaga's cheek. She leaned in closer to the male's face before going to his ear," It's quite pathetic that you have feelings for me, but you're a quite intelligent man, Mr. Kusha. Despite the looks and height, you have quite magnificent light blue eyes and a high IQ. That high IQ would be a good trait for the future royals of this kingdom to have."She whispered into his ear. Kaga listened, having his face red and his heart beating fast having the woman he indeed had feelings for be this close to him. He could even feel that any moment their bodies would touch. Megami smirked at the reaction she was getting,"If you get rid of them like I tell you to, maybe I will consider giving you a chance. Maybe you can show that love you have for me."

"Your majesty…"Kaga mumbled, having his body trembling.

"Are you going to deny this chance of you being with me, hm?"

"I…"

Megami's smirk faded away for a moment, feeling the hesitation coming from the male. The smirk appeared once again when she had an idea. Her hand cupped the male's cheek,"How about I give you a nice tease, hm? Maybe this won't make you hesitate." Megami captured the lips of the male with hers. Kaga gasped from the kiss and stared at her in shock, mostly being shocked that the Queen was kissing him. The man stared at her for a few more seconds before slowly returning the kiss, closing his eyes. The kiss continued between them. Kaga was enjoying the kiss of the soft lips that his lips were moving with in sync. Megami's lips were much softer than they looked.

Megami kept her eyes closed, kissing her servant. She walked closer to him, causing Kaga to walk backward. His back hit a tree that was in the garden. It was a cherry tree. The servant blushed more, feeling their bodies be pressed against one another as the kissing continued. Megami pulled away from the kiss. She leaned down and placed a few pecks on the male's neck that was exposed to her from the uniform he had to wear. Kaga felt the pecks of the queen against his skin, causing his heart to beat faster if it could. The servant stood there, not doing anything and letting the queen do what she wanted, not wanting to be on her bad side. Kaga bit his bottom lip, feeling Megami biting down on his skin. Megami was biting down on his skin and sucked on it. She heard a moan escape the male and smirked against his skin. Kaga felt her hand slide down towards his pants,"Your majesty…"He gasped, feeling her hand be wrapped around his cock and started to pump it up and down.

Kaga threw his head back, blushing red, not believing that the Queen herself was touching him this way. He let out a moan, panting. Megami pulled away from his neck and watched him, smirking widely, seeing the male weak in her grasp,"You're a lucky guy to have the Queen touching you this way."She whispered into his ear as moans continued to escape the male's mouth quietly, only having Megami hear them.

The pumping continued as Kaga moaned from the pleasure he was getting,"Y-Your.. majesty.."He panted out, looking at her. Megami smirked wider before stopping her hand and pulled it out from his pants and backed away from the male,"There's your little tease if you accomplish killing Taro and Ayano for me."

Kaga panted softly, still blushing and fixed up his uniform. He looked at Megami once more. The Queen's smirk faded, having a cold expression,"If you do end up killing them, meet me in my bedroom. I'll be waiting. Don't forget to take a picture."She said before walking off. Kaga watched, still being flustered on what happened seconds ago. Kaga glanced at the grass before walking off, going back to the castle. He walked down the hallway of the castle, glancing down at the ground. He ran his fingers against his lips, remembering the kiss and the Queen's soft lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them when he heard someone call his name,"Kaga!"

Kaga stopped and turned around to see King Taro there. He bowed towards him,"Your highness. Do you need something?"

"Have you seen Megami?"

"I… umm, yes I did, but she left. Not sure where. I apologize."Kaga spoke, looking at Taro, standing up straight. Taro sighed and smiled softly at Kaga,"It's alright. No need to apologize. Thank you for at least answering the question. Ugh, I wonder where she went…. Then again, if I do talk to her, she's always cold towards me."Taro mumbled. The servant listened, staring at the king in front of him,"Your highness, May I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you… love your wife?"Kaga asked, staring at him, wanting an answer. Taro stared at the male being stunned by the personal question. He glanced down at the floor and sighed deeply,"To be truthful to you, No. I thought I did at first, but realizing how sick and cold hearted Megami was, I saw her as a monster. I know that if I can't change her, nothing will. Her heart is corrupted by pain and trauma. Something no one can heal."He explained, looking at the servant again,"I know I'm a tool to her and she thinks I'm in love with her, but I have never loved her truly. Those emotions left years ago."

"...I see."

Taro smiled gently at the servant,"Why do you ask?"

"Just… curious. Thank you for answering my question. I should get going. I have things to do."Kaga bowed down before leaving. He stared at the ground. I need a plan. A plan to protect Taro and at the same time, be able to stay close to the Queen. Maybe I can change her, or I can try at least.

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Megami watched King Taro from her balcony. It's been a week since the talk with Kaga. She glared at the male, watching him leave the kingdom gates,"Why isn't he dead yet? It's been a week. He's done nothing. That servant."She hit the rail of the balcony with her fist in anger. She heard the door knock,"Your majesty?"

"Speaking of the devil."Megami snickered and turned around, walking inside the bedroom and closed the doors of the balcony,"Come in."

The door opened. Kaga stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door,"I brought you your food to eat for today."He walked to the desk and placed the tray of food. He turned around to face the Queen. Megami glared at him with her cold eyes, crossing her arms,"Why haven't you killed him yet?"

Kaga stared at her,"I… Your majesty, I'm just letting him enjoy his last days here before he's gone."

"That's just wasting time! I want him dead!"Megami shouted at the male, glaring at him,"I gave you an order to kill him and Queen Ayano off! You know, I don't like waiting! When I say I want something done, I want it done as soon as possible!"She grinned her teeth in anger, eyeing the male in front of her. Kaga stared at her,"But your majesty, it takes time–"

"It doesn't. I killed my family on the same day and got rid of the evidence on the same day! If I can do it, you can do it! Or else, I won't hesitate to kill you off. I'll make sure to cut that head off of yours."Megami threatened. The servant's eyes widened before his hands turned into fists,"Queen Megami, please, it takes time. I can't kill them right away. I'm not royalty. I can't hide it well like you did."Kaga's expression calmed down, giving her a blank expression,"Right now, you can focus on your duties as Queen, or you can go find another person to cheat on. King Taro doesn't love you. He never did. That's why he's after Ayano. They love each other. That's something you can't give him! You can't give him the love he wants because you're corrupted with hate and trauma. Murdering him isn't the right way to do it!"

Megami glared as rage increased more and more. Kaga watched the Queen walk closer to him. He stood there, trying his best to keep a brave face,"Murdering a person isn't the right way to do it. Especially for cheating. I understand that it will look bad for the Saikou kingdom, but you can find another way to move on from this. Don't murder someone innocent like King Taro. He just wants love, that's all."

"Love makes you weak. Every emotion out there and affection makes you weak. This world is full of lies and power. Look at me now, I'm the most powerful Queen here because I didn't let love and emotions make me weak."

"Emotions and affection don't make you weak, your highness. It makes you a human being. That's what makes us unique from everything else that is living. We are human beings. We express ourselves through emotions and affection to each other. Everything you know about affection and emotions making you weak is wrong."Kaga spoke, keeping his eyes on her, still seeing her getting closer,"You're feeling one right now. You're angry. This is what makes you human your highness. You're expressing yourself."The servant groaned from pain when Megami grabbed his upper arm harshly, feeling her hand squeezing it tightly,"The emotions you feel don't make you weak. They never did. Your family was cold hearted to you and they raised you to be just like them because you are. You got rid of the people who hurt you and were monsters, but now, you're just like them. You can change it. You can change the way people see you if you give yourself a chance to receive the love you never had the chance to experience." Kaga's other hand reached out to her face. The rage was still there in her eyes, pretty much consuming her,"Once y-you do, you won't go back to the way you are now. Just give it a chance."He groaned out in pain before lunging himself at her. He captured her lips with his, giving her a tender kiss.

Megami froze in place, staring at the male kissing her. Her grip slightly loosened as Megami felt the lips of the servant moving in sync with hers. This time, this kiss felt… different. Something Megami never felt before. She slowly closed her eyes and returned the kiss, enjoying the tenderness of the kiss and the warmth she felt. Megami let go of Kaga's arm, placing her arms on either side of her body as the kissing continued between them. Kaga continued to kiss her tenderly, feeling his cheeks burn up.

Megami felt her cheeks burn up as well, feeling Kaga's hands be placed on her waist. At any second she was going to punch him, but stopped herself, having a part of her wanting this to continue. The kiss soon broke between them. Megami stared at the servant for a moment, not knowing if she should follow her brain or her heart. Kaga stared at her, having his cheeks red from blushing,"I'm all yours, My Queen."

Megami stared at him for a moment and pulled him into another kiss. Kaga returned it immediately as they wrapped their arms around each other, having this kiss be more lustful between the two. The kiss continued, their bodies moved towards the quite large bed, it was almost the same size as the master bedroom of the kingdom. Kaga's hand wrapped out behind the dress that the Queen was wearing. He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, unzipping it. Megami felt it. Her hand reached out, helping the male unzip it faster. Once it was fully unzipped, the dress fell off of Megami's body, falling on the ground, leaving the woman in her bra and panties. Megami's hands slid off the black coat Kaga had on before unbuttoning the white buttons his white button up shirt had and took it off, letting it fall on the ground.

Kaga and Megami continued to kiss, now having tongue involved and having moans escaping their mouths as they got closer to the bed. Their bodies fell onto the bed, having Kaga on top of her. Kaga took off his shoes, socks and Megami's heels, letting them fall on the ground, not really caring at the moment.

The kiss finally broke as the two panted needing to get air. Kaga stared down at Megami, blushing as his eyes lowered to her body. The gorgeous smooth milky skin, the big breasts that were being cupped by the bra she wore and the curves that her dress hid. She was a goddess. Megami stared at him, panting. Kaga's hands went behind her back and unclipped the bra she had on. He slid it off and threw it on the ground. Kaga leaned down. He started to peck the woman's neck before going lower to her chest while having his hands to squeeze her breasts.

Megami moaned softly, tilting her head to the side, letting the servant kiss her body. Kaga bit down, sucked and pecked her skin, mostly focused on her breasts, and chest area to be able to hide it better. Soft moans were heard from the Queen, the queen arched her back, feeling her breasts be bitten down gently along with being sucked by the male,"Nng…"She groaned softly, being able to feel the gentle touches of the male and pretty much feeling him treasuring her naked body and admiring it.

Kaga's hands ran up and down her body, enjoying and admiring the gorgeous body he had the chance to finally touch. He didn't want to leave any space of her body untouched. He wanted to admire it and cherish it as much as he could. Kaga lowered his hands and grabbed Megami's panties. He slid them off, letting them fall on the ground. He could tell Megami was already wet. His fingers pressed against her clit before moving them up and down gently. Megami gasped and moaned, gripping onto the bed sheets the bed,"Kaga…"She moaned out, keeping her legs spread open. She arched her back slightly, letting out moans, feeling herself getting wetter from the pleasure she was getting. While Megami was distracted, Kaga removed his pants and boxers, letting them fall on the ground, having his cock already erected from the moans and just seeing Megami's naked body.

Megami's moans continued as pants came out of her mouth as her legs trembled. She could feel herself getting close now. She let out a whine as Kaga increased his speed on his fingers. Megami's moan got louder, arching her back in the process,"Ah!..."She panted heavily, feeling herself getting closer and closer before finally cumming with a raspy moan. She panted heavily, having her back fully laid down on the bed and looked at Kaga. The servant pulled his fingers away and grabbed the hands of the Queen. She still had her gloves on, but Kaga didn't care.

Kaga pinned them above her head as their fingers intertwined. He lined himself up before pushing his cock inside of her. Megami's breath hitched, feeling Kaga's cock entering her slowly. It was slightly painful, but the wetness was helping it be less painful.

Megami and Kaga glanced at each other once Kaga was fully inside of her. Megami stared at him, panting softly. Soon Megami spoke,"Move…"

Kaga blushed and nodded before thrusting into her in a steady pace earning moans from her. Megami wrapped her legs around the male's waist, feeling his cock sliding up and down inside of her, getting pleasure from it. She moaned, "Ah… Kaga…"She panted. The servant leaned down and pecked her neck as he thrusted into her,"You're so gorgeous your highness… you have no idea how much I wanted this with you."He whispered to her ear. Megami blushed at the words of the servant who was fucking her. She let out moans, enjoying each moment of this intimacy she was going through. Her walls squeezed around Kaga's cock.

"Faster Kaga… pleasure me, please."Megami begged, moaning and panting. Kaga's thrust increased in speed and force, causing the bed to rock back and forth. Megami gasped loudly and moaned loudly,"Kaga! Yes!"She arched her back, moaning out loudly each thrust he did into her. Megami unwrapped her legs and spread them as wide as she could, wanting more of the pleasure she was receiving. Kaga moaned softly, feeling the warmth and squeezing walls of Megami around him as he thrust continued. Megami's hands squeezed Kaga's who was still pinning her hands up and against the bed.

Megami could feel the male thrusting deeper into her which she loved and moaned loudly. She moaned the male's name from time to time as Kaga went back to marking her breasts with his mouth. The thrusting became more harsher into the Queen causing her to moan louder if she could and let out cries of pleasure. Once the tip of Kaga's cock hit the bundle of nerves, Megami cried out of pleasure. Kaga knew from that moment he hit it. The servant thrusted into her at a quick pace, pretty much pounding into her while hitting the nerves over and over.

Megami cried out of pleasure, crying out his name, not wanting him to stop. Their bodies were sweating and trembling from the pleasure and activity they were having as there were the sounds of skin slapping filling up the room. The cries of the Queen continued before the two finally cummed with a loud moan. Megami panted heavily, having her body trembling. Kaga stared at her before pulling out of her. He grabbed her waist and flipped her around. Megami got on her knees and hands, still trembling. She moaned when Kaga entered her again and started to thrusting. Kaga's arm wrapped across her chest, digging his nails into the Queen's shoulder as the thursting continued, Megami continued to moan,"Yes… Kaga…"She moaned out, feeling the pleasure and Kaga's lips pecking the back of her neck and back when he moved her hair out of the way. Megami could feel the passion, desire, and love coming from the male. Something that she didn't want to end.

"Kaga… Keep making love to me.. please… give me all of your love, passion, and desire. Please, don't make this end."Megami moaned out , panting. Megami looked over her shoulder as Kaga looked at her. The two kissed each other passionately, moaning onto each other's mouths, enjoying every moment of their intimacy.

#kaga kusha #megami saikou #yandere #yandere simulator #yanderesim #ayano aishi #kaga x megami #saikou #taro yamada #ayano x taro #smut #+18 content #royalau #servant x queen

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useless19 · 5 months

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What about that proper escape attempt made between days 1 and 7 ?

For the first few days, Luigi doesn't make an attempt. He wants a chance to scout opportunities and take his time figuring out a plan (which he's only willing to do because he knows he's not in physical danger right now). Then he sneaks out in the evening on Day 4, after Junior's gone to bed, since that's usually when he gets some time alone.

He escapes from the castle by the simple method of walking out the front doors. There are some Koopa Troopas on guard and Luigi horribly fails his deception roll to convince them that he's allowed outside. However, Koopas aren't always the brightest sparks and they fail their insight checks even worse. They "uncover" the fact that Luigi must be sneaking out to go get a surprise for Bowser and let him go. The only worry is that they offer to come with him to help, but Luigi manages to do better at insisting that they have to stay on duty.

There's a pipe nexus in the surrounding castle town (much more spread out than Toad Town due to the shifting volcanic nature of the land). Luigi decides that it's lower risk to hop to another place within Bowser's Kingdom and going from there to the Mushroom Kingdom, so he makes his way to a different pipe. He manages to avoid all attention by taking off his hat; no one recognises him without it (he's honestly a bit miffed over that). Intra-kingdom pipes aren't regulated anywhere near as much as inter-kingdom ones.

In the next nexus, the pipe to the Mushroom Kingdom is blocked off. Warning tape and traffic cones and tools are lying around it, so Luigi figures he's gotten unlucky and this one's currently under repair. The Mushroom Kingdom pipe in the next town's nexus has an 'out of order' sign hung up on it. Luigi tries it anyway, only to discover that it's blocked from the Mushroom Kingdom side. He might be good at fixing pipes, but he doesn't have any tools and fixing a pipe from the inside is a nightmare; you usually want at least one other person with you and ideally another person on the outside on either end too.

(Luigi probably doesn't figure this out, but the Mushroom Kingdom is on high alert at the moment and their default defensive measures involve blocking access from Bowser's Kingdom, since he's usually the problem.)

A bit dispirited, but still determined, Luigi sets off on foot. By this time it's dark and, despite his adventures, Luigi hasn't learnt how to navigate by the stars (nighttime's for sleeping!). He heads towards a bit of greenery, reasoning that Bowser's Kingdom is mostly volcanic rock and scorched earth, so anywhere with trees is somewhere else, and eventually finds a forest. Nothing tries to kill him immediately and the water is actual real water, not poison sludge, so he goes in. After a while of bumping into trees and tripping over bushes in the dark, Luigi finds somewhere to sleep and settles down for the night.

Morning breaks, Luigi wakes. He realises the flaw in his plans: he didn't bring any food. But forests normally have fruits and stuff, right? If he wanders long enough he'll find something.

Just as he comes across some promising looking trees, his vision blacks out and magic yanks his stomach sideways. He blinks golden stars out of his eyes and finds himself back in the dining hall. He feels awful (he doesn't know if the magicks were worse for him being so far away or if it's because he was hungry) and almost throws up. He doesn't get much time to recover before Bowser pushes him into his chair and growls at him that he shouldn't have run away.

Luigi is both too busy feeling sorry for himself and constantly pestered by Junior that day to notice much else. Junior's on the clingy side because he's not all that used to people up and vanishing so silently, usually there's a big rescue or everyone in the castle is doing some prep work for an invasion, or something like that.

Bowser doesn't really care overall. He expected this and he doesn't care about Luigi at this point. He's more annoyed because Junior's upset than anything else.

(Much, much later, Luigi will actually look over a map and figure out where he ended up. He managed to go in the complete wrong direction and was puttering around in a forest belonging to a kingdom on the other side of Bowser's Kingdom from the Mushroom Kingdom. It would've been a whole adventure getting out of that mess, no doubt.)

#bowuigi #days #this got long #ask

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Bushfire / Wildfire preparation and survival (long post)

Because of climate change, we will be facing increasingly difficult fire seasons not just for this year, but for what I can only assume will be every year from here on out. While I fully recommend contacting your local fire services to find information most helpful to you, here is a list of general advice for bush/wildfire preparation and survival. This list will cover:

General things you should know before preparing for fire season

Pre fire season preparation

Your evacuation kit

What to do on fire risk days

What to do if you choose to evacuate

What to do when you evacuate too late and your car is about to be caught in the fire

What to do if you choose to stay and defend your home

Firefighting tools

How to defend your home from a fire

What to do as the fire front approaches

What to do if your home catches on fire while you're in it

No house no car no evacuation centre- best places to use as emergency shelter

I am Australian so I will be using the word "bushfire" because that is what I am familiar with, please feel free to replace it with wildfire or whatever your local term is. Information is taken from the CFA, Fire TAS, and the NSW rural fire service but please check with your local fire authorities for the best information for your area.

General things that you should know:

You don't have to be in the middle of nowhere to be at risk for a fire. If you are located near paddocks, grasslands, costal scrub, or if your neighbourhood borders bushland (or woodlands/forests for my non aussie friends) you can be at risk.

Familiarise yourself with your local fire danger rating system (FDRS) I can not stress this enough. Go on your local fire services website now and look it up. I will be using the Australian FDRS as a reference because it is what I am most familiar with. It looks like this:

You should understand what your local FDRS levels are, because they are extremely important tool for communicating the possible severity of fires, and can help you make important decisions on how you should act.

You should also familiarise yourself with your local wind patterns. You would be surprised by how many people die in bushfires because they are unfamiliar with wind change patterns and get caught out.

Pre fire season preparation- your house

Prepare your property! This is basic fire safety, and most people who live rural will be familiar with the motions but for those who aren't in the know:

Keep the grass in your lawn cut to 10cm (4in) or less. Rake your lawn so there aren't loose leaves or twigs in the grass. Clean your gutters while you're at it.

Store any wood piles and flammable liquids away from your house (put it in a shed or any building that isn't attached to your house).

Cut back any trees that are overhanging your roofs. Generally you want 10m (or 33ft) of clearance. Prune the lower branches of shrubs to separate them from any possible fuel underneath them.

Line your garden beds with pebbles instead of mulch, if you have any shrubs or bushes under windows get rid of them.

Evacuation kit

You should have an evacuation kit ready to go during fire season. This is different for every individual but here are a few things that should go into it:

Scan all of your important documents (birth certificates, wills, passports, drivers licences, insurance documents, etc) and put them on a USB. Put this in your kit alongside the documents.

Your medication. Your prescription paperwork if it is not digital.

Portable chargers for your devices.

A battery-operated radio (check the batteries regularly).

100% wool blankets. Enough for everybody in your household to be fully covered. Do not pack anything synthetic. These blankets need to be accessible if you are travelling by car so do not pack them in the bottom of any bags.

"Bushfire fits", clothing that is either wool, heavy cotton, or denim. Once again, no synthetic fabrics. Shoes should be leather boots and not sandals or runners. There needs to be enough to clothe everyone in your household.

If you have pets you need to have their carriers, medication, food/water and bowls ready.

You should also have food and (more importantly) water for yourself and everyone in your household ready to go should you need to evacuate.

Other pre fire season preparation things

Practice packing your car at least once so you know exactly how long it will take you to get ready if you do end up needing to leave.

Talk with your neighbours. If you can't drive they might be able to drive you, if they're staying they may be willing to help defend your house if you let them use your water. You'll never know if you don't ask.

You need to talk with the people in your household and decide whether you will stay to defend your home from the fire or evacuate. If you want to evacuate you need to agree on which FDRS danger level you will evacuate on, or what your trigger to leave will be.

If you will leave, decide ahead of time how you will leave and where you will go. In a fire, phone services ay go down; have a physical map that shows not only your main evacuation route, but also your backup ones. Have these clearly marked.

On fire risk days

Stay informed. Listen to your local radio and use more than one source of information if available. You want to know if a fire starts near you.

If you have a deck or verandah with mats or furniture on it, move them away from your house. Hanging pots need to go too.

If you have a car behind an electric gate or garage door take it out and have the car facing the road ready to go.

Ensure your evacuation kit is ready to go. Make sure that everyone is aware of the evacuation trigger and has agreed to leave.

If you choose to evacuate

Leaving early is always the safest option. Many things can be replaced, but your life can't. This is the official stance of the Australian government. Leaving early (as in, before the fire even starts) will prevent any issues being caught in your car during a bushfire can bring. You do not want to drive through heavy smoke, and you do not want to accidentally block roads for emergency services.

Make sure everybody is in their bushfire fits, even if you can't see the fire. Better safe than sorry.

Turn off your home's gas and (if you have the time) plug your downpipes and fill your gutters partially with water.

Close and lock all of your doors and windows.

Leave your front gate open.

Tell somebody that you are leaving, and where you are leaving to.

Late evacuation- my car is about to be hit by fire

If you evacuate late there is a chance you may find that you are unable to drive safely due to smoke or flames. It is considered extremely dangerous to shelter in a car, however you can do the following to increase your chances of survival:

Do not park on a road. Emergency service workers do not need to be dealing with car crashes as well as the fires.

Park your car away from dense bushland, preferably in a clear area. If you can find a rock wall to buffer some of the radiant heat even better. Face your car towards the oncoming fire.

Stay in the car, close all windows and doors. Shut all vents and turn off your engine.

Cover yourself with the wool blankets from your evacuation kit. sit or lie down below window level. Drink water.

Once the fire has passed, get out of the car and move to burnt ground.

If you choose to stay

The best way to prepare to stay for a bushfire is to have an action plan that you have both written down and practiced with your household. During a bushfire there is a high likelihood of service disruption both during and after a fire, so do not expect for there to be phone service, internet access, electricity, or water. You should expect:

Embers and spot fires which will move ahead of the main fire. Embers can also land for hours after a fire has passed. Embers are the number one cause of house fires when there is a bushfire.

Darkness. You will never truly understand how dark it can get in a bushfire until you are in it. It's darker than midnight.

Smoke will also make the air difficult to breathe. Invest in good face masks.

Local roads can be blocked from fallen trees or power lines, burnt out cars, dead animals, or emergency service vehicles.

Radiant heat. This is the biggest killer of bushfires. There is very little way around this. Long term radiant heat exposure will kill you long before the main bushfire gets to you. You can block radiant heat with solid walls (such as brick or concrete). Stay away from windows.

Your weapons in the fight against fire

You will need at a bare minimum 10,000 litres (2200 gallons) of water to defend your home. Have a petrol/diesel pump ready to use close by your water source.

In Australia you can find specialty firefighting hoses. Check your local availabilities, but you can still use a gardening hose in a pinch (be aware that plastic will melt once it gets too hot, get ones with metal fittings). Any hose you use should be able to reach all the way around your house.

Sprinklers. Ensure any plastic hoses connected to them are buried so they don't melt.

Buckets. And mops. Yes, you can whack an ember to death.

Metal rakes and shovels which will help break up burning materials.

Metal ladders so you can reach your roof.

Defending your home

If you are planning on staying to defend your home there needs to be at lease two fit adults. They both need to be physically and mentally willing to work for several hours in difficult and distressing conditions.

Everyone who stays also needs to be aware that there is a chance of dying. Survival is not guaranteed if you stay to protect your home.

Make sure you are all wearing appropriate clothing. Put on your bushfire fit. Wear eye protection and face masks to block out smoke. As funny as the picture of the bloke in his shirt and thongs standing on his roof with a hose is, it is a monumentally dangerous move.

Turn off your gas supply, air conditioners, and close all of your windows and doors facing outside.

Block your downpipes and fill your gutters with water, put wet wool blankets (or cotton towels) inside of windows and as door stops.

Check that pets are safely contained, and your car is ready to go in case of a late evacuation.

When embers appear, turn on your sprinklers.

You will need to patrol for embers, and put out any spot fires which occur. As embers float through the air, you will also need to check your roof as your home can easily be set alight from roof embers.

You will be patrolling for embers for several hours, as they can show up before, during, and after the fire front has passed.

Keep hydrated, even if you don't feel like drinking.

As the fire front approaches

You will begin to feel the radiant heat. Remember- you will need to protect yourself from this. Once the heat outside is unbearable you must retreat indoors or you will die.

Hose down any decks and/or garden beds connected to your house.

Collect your fire fighting equipment and bring them indoors. Anything plastic will melt. There are specialty fittings that will let you attach your fire fighting gear to washing machine taps to make it easier to fight fires inside your house.

Stay hydrated. Drink water, and splash your face with water to cool down.

If you are caught in your home during a bushfire

You will still need to patrol inside your home to check for embers starting fire. This includes going into your roof space, as embers enter most easily through the roof.

Make sure the room/s you are sheltering in have two exits- one to another room and one to outside your house. Keep all of the doors inside your house open.

Do not shelter in a room with frosted windows as you want to see what is going on outside.

If your house catches fire and it can't be put out

Close the door to any room that is on fire. Move away from the area/s on fire, keep low to avoid breathing in smoke. Close all doors behind you so you know not to turn back.

As soon as the main fire has passed your house get out! Please do not stay in your on fire house. Instead move to burnt ground.

Drink some water. The last thing you need is to be dehydrated.

Once the fire front has passed

Use your own judgement on whether the outside radiant heat is bearable. Remember, solid walls protect you from radiant heat, so it may be hotter outside your house. Once you can go outside, you are back on outdoor ember patrol.

Do not take your bushfire fit off. Yes, even if it is warm. You don't want bare skin in bushfire conditions.

Put out any fires that have started near or on your house.

Hose down the outside of your house, all of it including the roof and under the floorboards.

Call your friends and family. Let them know you are alive, and that the front has passed you.

Drink water. Do not die of dehydration or heat stroke now.

You will need to stay vigilant for several hours after the front has passed- embers can still start fires.

Places to shelter

If you are caught in the open with no options available to you, you can use these as a last resort shelter:

A stationary car in a clear area such as a bare field.

A ploughed paddock, field or park.

A body of water such as a river or dam.

Thats all I can think of right now. If anybody has any more information to add before this years fire season starts feel free.

#bushfires #wildfires #straya #australia #psa #I got this info for a class im teaching which is fun #oh fun fact: different Aussie state fire services have different opinions on whether or not to hose down your house #a story: ive always been scared of bushfires #when I was a toddler my parents were thinking of moving to the country but apparently I threw a massive fit #thinking we were going to die in a bushfire #they decided that I had a decent point so they didnt #anyway every property they looked at burnt down on black saturday so theres that

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Glaistig | Scottish Folklore

Some locations do use the name glastig in exchange for gruagach, but for most sources, they are quite different. For most, the guragach is a gentle man or woman with long hair that tends to cattle, while the glastig more often has the lower half of a goat and may help with other chores.

“Glaistic, glaistig, glaisnig, glaislig, a water-imp, from ‘glas,’ water, ‘stic,’ imp. The ‘glaistic’ is a vicious creature, half woman, half goat, frequenting lonely lakes and rivers. She is much dreaded, and many stories are told of her evil deeds.” Carmina Gadelica, Volume 2, by Alexander Carmicheal, [1900],

She is a water dweller, and has many of the same qualities as the Urisk, though she is more often compared to the brownie.

“Speaking generally, the Glaistig’s occupations and activities were not very different from those of her counterpart, the Brownie. She, also, usually worked at night, redding up the kitchen and generally putting things in order, after the household had retired.” The Peat-Fire Flame: Folk-Tales and Traditions of the Highlands and Islands by Alasdair Alpin MacGregor (1937)

While she did help with chores, one had to be careful to put away tools at night, because she had a child-like curiosity for them and may use them carelessly until they were blunted.

The glastig loves to express herself in rhymes, and actually has a similarity to the Irish banshee. If she became attached to a family, she announce good or bad news.

"When happiness or misfortune, a marriage or a death, was to occur in the household, she was heard rejoicing or wailing long before the event occurred." Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)

The glastig is complicated in the way that people can’t seem to decide on if it is pure evil or not. For some, they describe her as an evil vampire-like creature.

"One could keep a glaistig at arm’s length with a drawn dirk, but if permitted to come to close quarters she might assume the attributes of the vampire and suck his veins dry. The glaistig occasionally took the form of a man’s sweetheart, and in this form might absorb his heart’s blood." The magic arts in Celtic Britain by Spence, Lewis, 1874-1955

I could be wrong, but these descriptions are so rare that I can’t help but feel like this is somehow a confusion with the baobhan-sith, which has the lower half of a deer instead of a goat, and is closer to a vampire.

There are many other types of evil Glastig stories, but some argued that her stories never used to be that way.

"Harmless and loveable as a rule-especially in the older stories, in a few of the later stories she is represented as irritable, and once at any rate to have made an attempt on a man’s life." Highland Mythology by Watson, E. C. (1908)

Though there are many violent stories of the glastig, more often, she is just a domestic helper, and even babysitter. In Bualintu, while women were milked their cattle, it was said that the glastig would play hide-and-seek with the children.

‘A pretty feature in the glaistic’s character was her love for children. While the township women milked their cattle in the Buaile, the glaistic would play hide-and-seek with the children. ‘A ghlaistic duibh cha bheir thu oirnn,’ said the little ones, as they hid behind stones and bushes, and then the glaistic would pretend to be angry and would shower twigs and daisies on the imps." Highland Mythology by Watson, E. C. (1908)

In some sources, she is described as a human that was cursed by fairies to look the way she is, while others say she is a fairy, or even a ghost.

"She occupied a middle position between the Fairies and mankind; she was not a Fairy woman (Bean shìth) but one of human race, who had a Fairy nature given to her." Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)

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A Chance Meeting: Chapter Two: Helping Hand

Basically, Tails helps out with the plane since the damn hedgehog doesn't know anything about mechanics. Unfortunately, it leads to something he REALLY didn't want to happen.

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Ok.

This was NOT good. The hedgehog should have left DAYS ago. He would've had it fixed and then he'd be off into the sky with the fantastic plane.

And away from Miles.

Unfortunately, this was not the case as the young borrower would watch the blue idiot try to fix the plane on his own. He watched as it only resulted in the plane letting out puffs of smoke in the hedgehog's face as his attempts to fix it failed. Miles huffed in annoyance as he watched the hedgehog try to fix it over and over from the safety of his hiding spot in the tree. He couldn't see exactly what the hedgehog was doing but whatever it was it wasn't the right tools or placement on certain parts. This wasn't good. Over time he had nearly been squashed with the blue rodent blasting off everywhere. Not to mention when the urchin would explore the island he nearly got seen multiple times.

So he had observed the bean for a while, so what? He was just watching the enemy, finding its weakness. So far from what he had observed the bean was fast, had a certain diet of hot dog-like food, and was very curious and adventurous. The worst traits a bean could have. Quick ones snuffed you out easily, and curiosity lead to them most likely keeping you as pets or experiments.

It was clear the bean had no idea how plane mechanics work, and was also too stubborn with pride to ask for help from someone who does. The fox sighed, at this rate, it would take weeks, maybe months until the hedgehog got out of his territory. However, if he did something about this it might take a shorter time...

No.

That was a stupid idea. He couldn't interact with beans, never. Besides, it's not like the hedgehog would stay against a helping hand, right?

Unfortunately, Miles found himself cursing his hopeful thoughts as being wrong.

The damn urchin was still there after four days. This was starting to get riskier and riskier as the blue mobian stayed longer. However, Miles knew he had to make up his mind during one of his borrowing trips.

He had finally managed to catch another lizard. It took a while. This one was a fighter. However, one stab to the skull and it was out like a light. After wrapping a cloth around the head to keep the blood of the lizard from getting in his fur and leaving a trail for predators to follow, he moved the lizard to drape over his shoulder as he prepared to haul it home, the sun beginning to lower, exploding into colors of pink, purple and red in the blue sky.

Unfortunately, this was when the bean decided to crash through. Miles was first alerted to the predator when his fur and ears perked in alarm at the light tremors of larger footsteps. He panicked as they came closer and closer to where he was, and they were alarmingly fast. His eyes quickly darted around for any hiding spot, landing on the bush that was behind him.

He just barely got in the covers of the shrubs when the all too familiar blue of the hedgehog came into view, bright red and white sneakers mere inches from where he was. The thought of how easily they could snuff him out made the borrower shudder. Miles held his hand up to his mouth to muffle his hyperventilated breaths, sky-blue eyes carefully watching the being above, pupils dilated in fear.

The hedgehog looked around the forest for a moment, sniffing slightly, before lifting his tan arm to his face, gloved hand closed in a fist. He moved the hand under his nose, and a finger rubbed under the snout.

Then there was a burst of wind and a flash of blue that sent the little fox grasping onto both the lizard with one hand, not wanting to lose his food, and the bush for dear life with the other, letting out a cry of surprise. After it died down again, the fox huffed in annoyance and stuck out his tongue in the direction where the urchin ran off.

He hated when the bean did that. Almost lost 2 lizards because of it. He didn't want to go back to eating tree sap, mysterious mushrooms, and grass again.

As he headed back to his burrow, thoughts began to run through his head.

This was another close call. If he was a second too late he would have been trampled.

He shivered, not from anything cold, but from heart-pounding fear. This had happened too many times, where he would be getting food or water before the hedgehog would suddenly come out of nowhere. Luckily he hadn't been seen or squashed, however, the gust of wind that would follow the blue blur would carelessly toss the food or the water from the self-made canteen away. Luckily it would only land on the ground, however, it was very inconvenient for the tiny fox, who would sometimes get blown away alongside the supplies, landing hard on the ground. Bruises had begun to form on his fragile body as a result.

He was lucky he never landed or hit anything with his head, his skull would have easily been damaged.

He could die if this continued.

Miles shivered once more, before feeling the lizard starting to slip, he paused, readjusted a firm grip on the lizard, and continued once more, his eyes dimming with relief at the sight of his home up ahead. It wasn't messed up or showed any signs of a predator deciding to nap there, he didn't have to worry about any more danger.

He always hated it when an animal, mostly bunnies, would come and claim his home as their own. When luring them out with food didn't work, he'd have to go in and fight to reclaim his territory once more. He didn't kill them, he never killed them, didn't even think he could, he simply gave them wounds of warnings to stay away. Oftentimes they'd run away and leave him alone.

But Miles didn't think he'd be able to fight any more animals for today. The lizard really was a stubborn fighter. Took all of his energy to take it down, now he needed a nap.

He entered his little cavern, making sure to close the entrance behind him, which was just two big rocks covered in some kind of moss. It had once been leaves, however, he learned quickly that leaves weren't good at keeping things out, nearly drowning under sloshy mud made by the occasional rain, or having to chase more bunnies out of his home.

He fumbled around, trying to find the light bulb, when he did, he turned it until it gave a soft click.

Soft yellow light erupted from the bulb, illuminating the small room. Miles placed the lizard on a long wood slab, which acted as a table, and moved over to his bed, landing face-first in it with a deep sigh. His bed was a carefully assorted pile of leaves and moss, soft enough to be comfortable, and warm enough in winter. He closed his eyes, wanting to let sleep take him away into his dreams, but opened them again when his stomach started begging for food.

He hadn't eaten anything all day and had been scavenging for food until he found this lizard. He groaned and moved off the bed, preparing to skin the lizard. It was a long and tedious task, one that took almost an hour to complete. His stomach moaned once more at the reminder. However, it needed to be done, the lizard's skin being too hard to chew.

He went over and grabbed the things he needed, a sharp shard of glass for the cutting and a flat rock for the scrapping of the excess fat, then he moved over to the lizard, held it in a certain position, and began the process. He knew how it was done, he'd watched his father do it plenty of times, and he memorized his father's instructions when the old man taught him. He knew where to cut, how to place the animal, what to remove, and the careful way of removing the skin without taking away any of the meat.

As he worked he found his thoughts trailing back to his father. How his father would praise him when he did something correctly during his teachings, how his father comforted him when he first cried over the dead lizard, his father's rough but warm hands holding onto his own, showing him the right pace on scrapping the fat faster. He missed that. He wished he hadn't done what he did that made him lose any chance of having those again.

He shook his head, not wanting to recount his past stupidity, his past carelessness.

He had to focus. The last time he didn't he had to bandage his hand, having nearly cut his finger off.

He worked on removing the lizard's genitals, making sure his cuts were careful and precise. After he did that he worked on removing the scent glands, finding himself lost in his thoughts once more.

This time it was about the bean, notably about his past and recent encounters.

He couldn't continue like this. Not with the hedgehog speeding around. He nearly got killed several times with the urchin around. More times than usual. With the bean so close to his territory it was now becoming clear that ignoring it was a death wish. Either that or it was a desire to be discovered.

But what could he do? He couldn't be discovered, but he needed to push the bean along to leave. Another thing came to mind. The plane. It was busted for now. There was obviously something misplaced or something that needed to be fixed. He had researched a lot about planes and their functionality of them.

He paused in the pelting process he nearly forgot he was doing.

That idea was insane. He could easily get killed by the plane or the bean, not to mention he'd easily get discovered. However, it might just be the only one that could work. The village he used to be in was miles away and could take days to get to at his size. Even if he got there, there'd be even more beans to evade and hide from. If he somehow managed to find someone who could help, what would he even do?

If he wanted the bean to leave as soon as possible, he'd have to go out there and fix the engine himself.

It was clear the bean had absolutely no idea how to fix it, but maybe he could.

It was a stupid idea, one that absolutely terrified him, but maybe it was the only way he could make sure he doesn't get killed.

He wished and prayed that there was another way, but he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't end in immediate death. His hands began shaking as he figured this was the only thing he could do, his legs began to wobble as they began to feel like jelly.

His breaths were now shaky, and he felt a cold pang in his gut. He stayed far away from beans after the incident, but now he didn't seem to have any choice. The kit felt tears begin to form, ones of horror and slight anger at no other choice. He swallowed.

It was the only option, and he hated it. He looked down at the lizard, its opened stomach and bloody limbs becoming nauseating to him despite having been used to it. Only one thought rang through his mind.

Crap.

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Miles stared at the plane, blue eyes now filled with fear and uncertainty. The hedgehog wasn't around, having most likely gone on one of his runs, so Miles had about an hour to do whatever he could to fix the machine. Despite that knowledge, the fox still hesitated to move from the bushes he hid behind. His heart hammered in his chest, and his palms began to sweat and shake.

He knew he had to do this, if he waited, he'd keep putting it off. If he did that the hedgehog would never leave. His legs still refused to move, his body frozen in fear. He wanted to go back, to hide away in his burrow and never leave the safety of the cavern. He took a shaky step back, beginning to humor the idea, before clenching his fists and narrowing his eyes. He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to the airplane.

No, he could do this. Even if he didn't want to, he should at least try to push the hedgehog into leaving.

He should try.

Eyes narrowed in found determination, he began to approach the aircraft, ignoring the jelly-like feeling in his shaky legs. His tails swished quickly with unease behind him. He held out a hand to the flying machine, his palm brushing cold metal.

He let out an exhale, not even knowing when he held his breath. The fear was slightly forgotten as a small excitement began to take its place for a moment. He had never gotten this close to the plane before, and it was exhilarating. It was even more beautiful and amazing up close. He walked along the side of the metal tin, his hand trailing behind him, having never been taken off the hard warm metal.

He approached one of the big red wings and began to feel those as well, despite them not feeling any different from the other parts of the plane. His fear began to diminish as he continued to explore the plane, his tails now wagging happily behind him.

"Incredible! You can fly for miles, huh? Travel to all sorts of different places, to so many different adventures.", he murmured to the inanimate object. His eyes dimmed as he remembered the objective at hand. He moved his hands to grasp the wing, pulling himself up, grunting with effort as he began to climb the transport. He made his way to the engine, uneasiness beginning to form when he finally made it to the desired location. A new problem rose.

How was he supposed to open the engine?

He huffed in frustration at the new problem. All that preparation for this to happen, what a waste. He sat down on the part that needed to be open as he began to think. He had to get it open, but how? He obviously couldn't open it by himself, but maybe he could use something to help him. If he had something long and sturdy maybe he could pry it open, or he could have something hit the cover to open it. Miles found himself leaning towards the former, not wanting to damage the plane and leave traces that he was there.

His eyes darted around the scenery, eventually landing on a long stick having been broken off by the tree above it near the forest he emerged from. He carefully navigated off of the plane and retrieved the stick, dragging the heavy, for him, object back over the plane. He moved to the engine and placed the stick in the crevasse of the cover, after sticking it there so it would lift off the ground, he jumped on the other end several times until both the wooden object broke and the engine popped open.

He fell to the ground with a hard grunt as his body collided with the earth. He got up, brushed himself off, and once again navigated to the engine, being careful not to fall in. He took his time to examine the mechanics, eyes glimmering with pure awe, and the hedgehog was momentarily forgotten. It was absolutely beautiful, with all sorts of gears, and gadgets used to function the lovely machine.

He found himself getting giddy once more before he shook his head and regained his composure. He needed to concentrate. However, he needed something to help him with this, maybe the plane had something lying around somewhere to help him with this. He moved off of the engine once more and made his way to the cockpit.

Glancing in, he couldn't find anything. He moved over to the rim of the plane and hopped down onto the soft seat, landing with a gentle thump. He eventually caught sight of it at the bottom of the pit, he landed on the hard, but somehow still soft, ground and moved behind the box. He groaned and grunted as he pushed the box over to the seat. He then moved it so the side of the box leaned against the seat, and moved under it. He didn't have a muscular build, in fact, he was quite skinny compared to borrowers his age, but he somehow managed to slowly, but surely began to push it onto the seat. Making it fully on there but having his feet push against the dashboard, paying mind to avoid pushing any of the buttons.

After several muscle-straining moments, he finally managed to lift it all the way onto the seat. He collapsed to the ground in utter exhaustion, moaning with relief. He stayed that way for about five minutes before begrudgingly hauling himself back up. He didn't have time for a nap, he had to get this done before the urchin came back. Orange fur-covered aching arms lifted him back onto the seat, the owner panting heavily, his face slightly red as he collapsed once more onto the seat.

Okay. All he had to do was push it over the cock pit and out of the plane and he wouldn't have to lift it anymore. That's all he had to do, and the horrible box wouldn't make him hurt anymore. That's the only thing and then no more. After resting for a bit he began to once more push and lift the cursed object out of the plane. His muscles threatened to buckle under the pressure of the large box, half sobbing, half laughing with relief as it landed outside with a loud clang, the toolbox's contents spilled across the ground below. He panted and sat down on the cushion, leaning against the wall of the aircraft.

Then the fear started to kick in. What if the bean was nearby? He might investigate whatever that was. That thought made the kit freeze in terror. He stayed still and held in his breath for what seemed like forever, ears perked up and listening for footsteps, voices, anything that might signal that the bean was nearby.

But nothing. He slowly peered over the rim of the cock pit, and all he saw was the peaceful forest, and only heard the chirping of birds. He sighed with grateful relief and went back to rest for a bit. He couldn't stay that way for too long, he knew that, but he couldn't tire himself either. He could at least wait until the strain in his muscles died down before he did any more strenuous activities.

As he rested the kit still had his ears perked up for any sounds that could alert him to the arrival of the bean. Luckily he didn't hear anything that showed signs of that. As the borrower's muscles strain died out to the point where he could manage enough, he pulled his tired body out of the resting spot and fell hard on the ground he forgot was there. He groaned, slightly muffled due to his face planting of frustration. He sighed and moved himself up, looking over the tools he spilled with slightly dimmed determination and resentment.

As much as he wanted to give up and wobble back to his hut, he already got this far. If he did that he'd just have to start all over again, and he did NOT want that. He moved over eyeing the instruments of the invention with careful eyes before landing on a wrench. He hoisted the stupid thing up and made his way back over to the engine. It was hard to climb a 200-ton machine with a device that was over 5 times his size, but again, he managed.

He began working on the engine after seeing what was wrong with it. He first started with a slow careful attitude, cautious with the soon-to-be returning bean on his mind, however, that soon became forgotten as he became lost in his own gear-ticking brain and excitement. This was exactly as all of the books he'd found about planes described it. It was even better now that he was doing it himself. His tails swished happily behind him as he tinkered away to his heart's delight, not only almost managing to fix the engine but also coming up with ideas to rearrange some things to make it go even faster.

Unfortunately, he was so lost in his own excitement that he neglected to keep alert, missing the footsteps of the bean returning, nor the gasp that followed. He was alerted when there was a loud thump and rustle of something hitting the ground, most likely a paper bag.

Miles froze, and he moved over to look at the source of the sound, praying to Chaos it wasn't what he hoped it wasn't.

Unfortunately, the gods of luck didn't seem to be on his side because his sky-blue eyes landed on emerald green ones. The hedgehog's face was caught in an open-mouthed stare. For a second time seemed to stop for both of them, one in absolute pants-wetting terror and the other in shocked disbelief...

...before Miles became an orange blur, quickly moving off the engine and away from the mobian. The action only drove the urchin into motion, as he registered the bigger beings' footsteps giving chase behind him, the beans voice reaching his ears.

"H-hey wait little fella! I'm not gonna hurt you!"

Yeah right! , was the fox's only thought as he avoided the large white hand, barely slipping its grasp. He ran under the plane, eyes widened in terror as he glanced behind him, catching the confused, shocked, and somewhat awed eyes of his pursuer looked under after where he ran. He had to get out of here, had to get away. Unfortunately, if he even had a chance of escaping, it was foiled by the kit suddenly slamming hard into the carelessly discarded red toolbox. He fell back on his back as he fell dizzy.

Everything began to blur, colors condensing into a blurry soup as he began to lose consciousness. He barely registered a shadow looming over him, barely registered the beans voice speaking to him, all he saw was a darkened blob of blue above...

...before everything went black.

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