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hello!!! The 'calling them by their real name' was so cute, gave me butterflies 💗 could I request how they would react to being offered a massage (or other pampering) for gekko, Sova, and iso? ;w;

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FEATURING Gekko, Iso, Sova (separate) | gender-neutral reader, female reader in Iso's; established relationship, fluff, softness all around. | wc: ~400 each

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“Long day?”

Gekko drops himself down on the bed with a sigh, the fatigue from the day catching up to him. He’s been training with Harbor recently, learning about firearms and combat, and it would seem that Harbor is an active teacher. A little too active, perhaps. He looks exhausted, cheeks flushed and body weary from the labour he had to do. You spin around on your chair to face him, an amused smile playing at your lips. He rarely ever complains—he’s a determined person, but you can just tell from looking at him that he’s sore all over.

“We did endurance training today,” he says, his head thrown back against the pillow. “I swear he’s a monster.”

“Well, it’s Harbor,” you reply, making your way over to him. “Do you want a massage?”

He blinks. “You’d do that for me?”

“You look like you need one.” You chuckle and cup the side of his face, looking down at him with a tender gaze. “It might help with the aches.”

“Okay. Sounds… Sounds good. So how do I…”

“Turn over.”

He complies, rolling onto his stomach with a grunt. You make quick work of straddling him and reach for his shoulders, pressing your thumbs down on the stiff muscles and rubbing them in soothing circles. The action makes him let out a sigh of relief, his head dropping into his arms as you begin to relax the tension in his body.

“I’ve been learning with Sage,” you explain. “She said it’s important to stretch and massage our muscles when they get sore. Improves blood circulation and stuff.”

He giggles under his breath. “It tickles.”

Impulsively, you jab his sides, making him laugh out loud and squirm away. You wiggle your wingers against his skin, grinning when he tenses up and blindly swats you. His shoulders shake with laughter as he scrambles into a sitting position and playfully pushes you back with a huff.

“I thought you were gonna help me relax!”

You snicker. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Lay back down, I’ll do it properly this time.”

“I’m just gonna take a warm bath,” he huffs. “You’re evil.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You feign disbelief and shrug your shoulders, giving him a look of confusion. “I’m just trying to help.”

Before your hands can reach him again, he gets up and points an accusatory finger at you, still laughing. “I’ll get you back for this. Just watch!”

“Sure, baby. I’ll be waiting.” You breathe out, content with the outcome. Sure, you might not have helped that much, but he’s looking a lot less stressed than when he first came in. That’s still a win in your book.

“You do this every weekend?” he asks, peering up at you through his lashes. He’s seated in between your legs, a clay mask on his face as you massage his scalp gently, easing his tension. There wasn’t any special occasion. You just saw a video online of couples doing self-care day together and wanted to try it out. Surprisingly, he agreed, and now here he is, being pampered by you.

It’s quite a sight. Former assassin of the Scions of Hourglass, wearing a rabbit headband and holding a stress ball instead of a gun. There’s a reality show playing on the TV, courtesy of you and your insistence of “having girl talk.” It’s really just an excuse to gossip about the obnoxious people in the show, but sometimes this silliness is exactly what you need. Iso won’t admit it himself, but you know these shows are his guilty pleasure. He’s not good at hiding it. You always feel him watching behind your back with your hands on his hips, fully invested in the drama unfolding only to walk away when you turn to look at him.

It’s adorable, really.

“Not every weekend. Just whenever I feel like it,” you reply, moving to massage his neck. “I bought new stuff and wanted to try them with you.”

“But you don’t have anything on.”

“‘Cause this is about you.” Your hands move to his shoulders now, pressing hard against the stiffness and slowly undoing the knots with your touch, earning a quiet relieved groan from him. “You’ve been working really hard lately. I thought I’d treat you to something nice.”

“And this headband was necessary?”

You snort. “Very necessary. We need to keep your hair out of your face or it’ll get stuck to the mask.”

Not convinced by your reasoning, he narrows his eyes at you. “And?”

“And I thought you’d look cute in it.”

He leans his head back against your lap, eyelids fluttering shut as your fingers move back to his scalp to massage his temples. He’s sitting comfortably, squeezing the stress ball from time to time while he tunes out the rest of the world, only feeling you. Just to see what he’d do, you suddenly stop your ministrations and pull your hands back.

His eyes snap open. “Why’d you stop?”

“I wasn’t sure if you like it or not,” you lie half-heartedly, biting back the teasing grin threatening to stretch across your lips. “I’m tired.”

He reaches for your hands and brings them back to his head wordlessly, tapping twice as a sign to continue. You chuckle at his response and resume what you were previously doing, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He’s cuter than he realises.

“What a bossy client.”

He huffs. “Then do your job.”

And to think he was so indifferent when you first suggested this activity… your Iso is a total softie.

You hum a soft tune under your breath as you wrap the towel around Sova’s hair and gingerly squeeze, drying it off the water from the earlier shower. It’s still early in the evening—the sun has just gone down—and since he’s finally off work, you decided to treat him for the time being. He’s sitting on a chair in front of you, eyes trained on your form while you work. Feeling his gaze on you, you meet him in the mirror, slightly flustered from how intense it was.

“You okay?” you ask.

Hanging the towel elsewhere, you pick up the hairbrush and begin to comb it through his hair. The bristles glide through his soft strands with ease, the movements smooth and painless. He’s practically melting into your touch, his chest rising and falling with a breath of relaxation. You gently tilt his head back and lean down to press a kiss on his forehead, earning a small smile from him.

“I like when you do this,” he says. “It feels nice.”

The corners of your lips curl up, heart fluttering at his honesty. “I’m glad.”

With a generous drop of oil in your hands, you bury them in his hair and massage his scalp, evenly spreading the substance across his strands. He doesn’t generally do much to it outside of using shampoo or conditioner, but with how sunny it’s been lately, you wanted to make things a little easier for him.

“Your hair’s so nice naturally,” you hum, placing your hands on his shoulders and squeezing affectionately. “I’m jealous.”

“But you’re beautiful too, angel.”

Heat rises to your cheeks. You playfully swat him, pretending to clutch your chest in pain. “You can’t just say that, Sasha. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

He gently tugs on your sleeve. Taking the hint, you step around to take a seat on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. His hand comes to support your waist, sliding up your shirt and caressing your skin lovingly. You rest your head on his collarbone with a content sigh, comfortably curling into him. You softly smile at him upon meeting his gaze in the mirror. He looks so much more domestic compared to his usual demeanour. With freshly combed hair and a loose sweater on his frame, you think he looks perfect—so handsome, so completely yours.

“Let me take care of you too,” he murmurs against your temple, lips brushing against it in a chaste kiss.

Unable to stop the smile from growing wider, you nod eagerly. “Okay.”

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wenclairfamily · 3 months ago

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"WEDNESDAY ADDAMS: ALL ALONE": Brand New Wenclair Themed Story

A grown up Wednesday Addams has always secretly wished to get away from everyone she knows. But when Wednesday is kidnapped and left in a room completely alone for hours, her mind keeps trailing back to just one special person.

Art by @emeriart (used with permission)

Links to the Full Story: Wattpad, Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net

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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and two twin children - Harmony and Ana: two incredibly resourceful and talented teenage girls. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world alongside the love of her life: Megan. Ana meanwhile is a very "different" type of girl without special powers, who is still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, while going on adventures with her ghostly boyfriend: Gerard. However, despite how seemingly bright Wednesday's life has become now, there are still forces that exist that intend to destroy her...

"Wednesday Addams: All Alone"

Written by: "Fun But Shy Girl"

As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw nothing. Just the empty blackness. I tried to piece together my last memory before I lost consciousness. I remember traveling home from that infernal teachers conference that the Nevermore Academy board claimed I had to attend; for somehow they truly believed that I, Wednesday Addams, needed to be taught something from mere bureaucrats that believe children need assistance in their emotional awareness; when clearly they need more classes pertaining to combating the evils of this world... something I must unfortunately admit I may have needed more of. I never saw the persons or persons that sneaked up behind me and knocked me out while I was stopping to get gasoline for my vehicle. Either I was still exhausted from my recent experience at the werewolf martial arts tournament, or unfortunately I have to concede that my reflexes have begun to diminish with age. Either way, somehow I was captured.

As I tried to first explore my surroundings, I found myself unable to see anything. For a moment I thought I was blind. My initial reaction was relief, due to thinking that I would never have to be subjected to the appearance of bright colors again... but then thought of how I would indeed miss the sight of blood, various shades of grey, and the look of anguish on any potential future victims I would torture. However, I quickly realized I wasn't blind. I had a thick bag placed over my head. As I began to take in my surroundings from my other senses, I realized I was tied to a metal pole. To be more specific, it was an old metal pole, as I could feel the bits of metal paint partially peeled off the metal. Although, it wouldn't seem I was tied to the metal pole. Rather, I was attached to it via many layers duct tape around my arms and wrists. I then realized I could also feel duct tape keeping my feet and lower legs bound as well, in addition to one thick strip over my mouth. I could tell it was duct tape, not just by how adhesive it felt, but by the lack of air reaching my skin. The knowledge that my skin was getting paler by the minute was a pleasant thought... however, I doubted my captors were attempting to improve my physical appearance.

The duct tape around my wrists and feet were very tight. It was becoming near impossible to feel any circulation. Movement was near impossible. I could shake my body slightly, and tap my feet, but beyond that I was being held in place. I tapped my foot for a moment to see what kind of echo I heard. The echo my ears picked up indicated I was in a very large room. It would seem my captors didn't want to hide me in a small room, or something more pleasant like a grave. But why a large room? Immensely large rooms are typically reserved for theater, public events, spectacle... and that's what this has to be. My captors didn't want my capture and seeming defeat to be a quick hit and run. If they wanted that, they would have killed me immediately. They wanted my capture and whatever came next to be a grand event. Even if there was no audience present, they wanted this all to happen on something that felt like a stage.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of an old clock ring. It's echoes were unexpectedly louder than I expected. Was I in an old clock tower? No. The sounds didn't come from all directions. The sound came from one direction. To my right. Also, the clock didn't sound ancient. It's noise was too controlled, too manufactured. It was a sound effect... coming from a speaker. Then from that very same speaker, I heard a distorted voice say, "Welcome to the end Wednesday Addams."

That distorted voice. I heard it before in the hidden laboratory I found in that cave near Nevermore Academy some time ago. The people that worked in that lab were tied to someone or some group of people who wanted me dead. The last time they attempted to do so though was through more complicated means. It looks like this time they finally went for the direct approach. I'll be sure to compliment them on this as I remove all their non-vital organs while they are strapped to my dining room table.

The distorted voice in the nearby speaker meanwhile said, "You may be wondering where you are, and who I am. You are quite the little detective, so I know you enjoy getting answers to all your questions. Well, unlike most cliché masterminds, I'm not going to give you a long monologue that exposes all of my plan. I think it be more fun to watch you die completely confused and helpless. What I will tell you is that you are in an abandoned warehouse far away from civilization. The building hasn't been used in decades, nor has the road. You are far away from the route you were on that would've taken you back to Nevermore. In short: no one knows where you are, you are far from any human beings, and you are completely and utterly alone. Now you may believe your loved ones may eventually find you... and they may... after this warehouse comes crashing down in a fiery inferno, thanks to the explosives I planted. You see, I wanted your loved ones to eventually find you. I want the news media to cover the day that outcast legend: Wednesday Addams's body was discovered."

I was right on one hand. My captors did want this to be a spectacle. However, I began to wonder again why my life hadn't been already terminated. Then as if on cue, I heard the distorted voice say, "Oh, and if you believe the police will eventually discover who I am through some type of an investigation after your demise, it will be some time before you are killed. You see I am in the midst of traveling very far away from your location right now. So when the explosives near you go off in eight hours, I'll have the perfect alibi; as I'll have witnesses that will be able to claim with perfect honesty that I was nowhere near the location of your death as it occurred. In fact, considering your famous desire to talk to no one, and your long drive you were going to have to take back to Nevermore Academy, no one will even know you're gone yet. It'll be of extreme difficulty for any investigators to know when you were kidnapped in the first place. So enjoy the final eight hours of your life Wednesday Addams; knowing that in your final day on Earth, you were completely weak and helpless."

The distorted voice finally ended their long monologue... which I might point out: they claimed wasn't going to be long when they began it. Clearly, my captor is a figure that is nothing more than an extremist bully who wishes to get away with defeating others, all in an attempt to boost their extremely fragile ego. It's a personality type I'm all too familiar with. Creating something productive and lasting for the world takes too much time for the impatient and simple minded individuals of today's world. Thus, far too many take the short cut to just destroy the works and lives of others, all in an attempt to make themselves feel more powerful in comparison. However... right now... power is unfortunately what I lack.

I immediately made attempts to rub my body against the metal pole I was attached to, tried to see if my fingers could find a way to free themselves... but there was nothing I could do. There was no way to make the appropriate amount of friction to tear apart the duct tape, no method that could be found to free myself. There was nothing I could do. I was all alone. There were no more sounds for me to hear due to the isolation I had been thrust into, no sights to see due to the very thick bag tied tightly around my head. I was completely and utterly alone.

I began to think about how my captors in some ways: put me in a scenario I've always wanted to be in. Complete and utter isolation. If they had just let my see and move my hands, and then given me my type writer: this would be the paradise that I've always desired. However... I've found myself over the years now doing some of my best writing when I'm back in my room at Nevermore Academy; the room that Enid and I have shared since we were fifteen years old. Logically, I should be a more efficient writer when working alone. However the glowing colors of Enid's side of the room began to somehow make my writing style more vivid, Enid's humming to her infernal noise she calls music began to add more nuance to my characters, and Enid's constantly interrupting me with her pestering comments and questions about my day eventually resulted in the dialogue of all my characters to contain more complexity. For so long now, I've wanted to experience this: just complete and total quiet, free of distractions and free of having my senses over stimulated... and yet all I want now is to be in that brightly colored loud room again with my wife.

With nothing for my senses to interact with, I had to do something to keep my mind sharp. I needed something to keep my brain thinking. I needed Enid, I needed to be in that room we shared... and so that's what I did. I used my imagination to put myself back there. I'm laying on the floor beside Enid now. We are both teenagers again. I want it to be this way, because this was the time when her essence was new to me. It was unfamiliar, it was confusing, it was distracting... and yet it was so alluring.

Enid is rambling on about topics I have no interest in. She wants to inform me about events at some social gathering I wish to avoid like the plague, or one of her infernal television programs she binges, or about whatever social media posts are trending online that will clearly be completely forgotten from all of human society in less than a week. I tell her how all her interests and behaviors frustrate me... and yet I cannot leave her. How can somehow so extremely different than myself seem so attractive? Then I realize... it's because Enid never tried to change who I was. Others would mock me, attack me, and ostracize me for being the clearly superior individual in the room. However, Enid's desire to pressure me to enjoy her hobbies and interests with her wasn't her way to seemingly change me. Rather, it was due to the fact that it was the only way she knew how to build a relationship with me.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of a clock making a ringing noise. No, not a clock. The sound effect of a clock on the nearby speaker. Clearly, my captors wanted me to know when each of my final hours passed with the appropriate sound effect. I once again tried to rub the duct tape attached to my wrists against the old metal pole I was stuck to... but no effect. There is nothing I can do. For the first time in my life, there is absolutely not a single action I can take.

All I can do now is return my mind to that room. As I laid on the floor beside Enid, I felt the warmth and affection of her presence. Her rainbow colored carpet, those disturbing stuffed animals, the smell of Enid's favorite perfume... once upon a time these were things I despised about that room... but now, they are things my senses miss experiencing to degrees I cannot even admit to myself. As I laid beside Enid, the most important person in my life turned to look at me as she said, "So how are you going to get out of this predicament you landed in Wednesday?"

I simply looked up as I said, "There is nothing I can do Enid. My feet and arms are bound, and most of the circulation to those parts of my body is blocked. I also have my vision obstructed, with a bag tied around my head. Despite the bag not being air tight, there is still very little air surrounding my face. Even though I'm certain I'll still live for the next seven hours, I am clearly already suffering from oxygen deprivation." My loving blonde werewolf made a happy smile as she said, "Well, don't give up Wednesday. Someone may save you. You have to hope for something good to happen!"

I quickly sat up as I looked at Enid with anger in my eyes as I said, "HOPE!? Hope doesn't accomplish anything Enid! Hope is for weak minded individuals who have decided to let others dictate all matters in the remainder of their lives. Assuming things will simply work out for you, puts most human beings in a state of complacency to do nothing to improve the trajectory of their lives. The only thing that is guaranteed to make a positive impact to one's future is building ones' skills, experience, determination, and ability to think creatively in spite of their set-backs. Why in the name of sanity Enid, do you say things that just completely differ from my world view!? How in God's name did we ever work as a couple!?"

Enid however sat up, and just looked at me with those loving eyes... those loving affectionate eyes that have controlled my heart to consistently disobey my brain... and then my wife simply said, "Wednesday... we work because our differences bring out the best in each other. Every time I pressure you to be like me, it pushes you to assert what's different about yourself... which is exactly what made me begin to become attracted to you... and it's also what I'm trying to do right now. So tell me... if Wednesday Addams isn't going to hope for things to get better, what's she going to do? Come on. You secretly have too much ego to allow yourself to appear defeated in front of me. Find a way to succeed. Look for something you hadn't found before! Show me how your way of doing things is the best way!"

I take a deep breath and put myself back where I really am. My wrists are wrapped tightly in duct tape, but my fingers are still free. I move my hands around the dusty hard floor behind me. I look for something, anything I can use. Then my finger feels something. A small screw. A small screw laying on the ground. I use my fingers to grab it. I begin to use it to rub against the duct tape. Nothing happens at first, but I continue to rub the screw against the duct tape. I suddenly hear the sound of a clock ringing on the nearby speaker. Did a whole hour pass while I was talking to Enid in my mind? No matter. I continue to rub the screw against the duct tape. Soon, I finally feel progress. A small piece of the duct tape has been ripped through... only it's the first layer of the duct tape; the first layer of what has to be ten. The rip is also no more than what has to be ten millimeters long. However, it's progress. It's something.

As I continued to rub the screw against the duct tape, I try to place my mind elsewhere. I need something else to have the rest of my senses dwell on while my three fingers continue to attempt to free myself. I put myself back in that room with Enid. We are standing before one another. She looks at me with the type of unconditional affection typically reserved for puppies. Meanwhile I cannot help but look at her with reluctant respect and acceptance that I now wish I showed her far more than I have in the past.

Enid looks at me as she simply asks, "Do you think you'll survive this?" I look back at her as I simply say, "I have cheated death more times I can count now. However, the odds of probability would seem to state that all my near death experiences would eventually lead to my demise at some point." As Enid's expression remained unchanged, she asked, "What about our daughters? Don't you want to keep living for them?"

My immediate thoughts come out of my mouth as I say, "Harmony and Ana are strong. They'd have to be, considering they grew up enduring all those horrific Disney princess movies you exposed them to at a young age. However, they are well trained in their combat skills, and already have the ability to provide for themselves adequately... with the exception to Ana at times. But if she's motivated enough, she'll be able to provide for herself at some point. Also, it is natural for children to move on from their parents. It is the natural order of things. If I died, it would only speed up the natural development of my daughters asserting their full independence."

However, Enid continued to look at me, her face unchanged as she said, "Yes, but don't you want to keep living to see what happens next to them? Don't you want to see Harmony somehow finally introduce you to your first grandchild? Don't you want to see how Ana and her boyfriend are gonna make their unusual relationship work for the next twenty years? Also... don't you want to keep living alongside me? Do you really want me to grow old without you? Think about how living day after day without you by my side would break me."

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a clock being played on the nearby speaker. Yet another hour has passed. I continue to push the screw with my three fingers against the duct tape. I can feel it starting to break more. As I do, I put myself back in that room with Enid. I look at her as I say, "Enid, basing your entire emotional state around the existence and well being of one person is weakness. You must base your character off the strength that comes within; not the person that stands beside you."

However as Enid continued look at me with those powerful attractive eyes of hers, she said, "Wednesday, I don't rely on you because I'm weak. You give me reason to be strong. I'm strong because deep down, I know you need someone strong to support you... just as you believe I need someone strong to support me. That's one of the major reasons we work... because deep down, we make ourselves stronger to help the other be stronger. Now be strong Wednesday. Be strong for yourself so you can be strong for me."

Suddenly, I found my fingers moving faster. The screw moves against the duct tape at what feels like lightning speed now. The duct tape begins to rip more. A small tear in all ten layers is starting to grow. I hear the sound of the clock again. God, do my thoughts of Enid really absorb more time than I realize? I try to rub the screw against the duct tape again, but then suddenly... I drop it. I hear the sound of the screw hitting the floor and rolling away. Desperately I try to move my fingers against the floor... but I cannot feel the screw. My one single tool of salvation... now gone.

I put myself back in my room, looking at my wife as I say, "Your motivational speech failed Enid. I lost the one tool that could save me. Now what do I do?" Enid continued to stare me down with those loving puppy dog eyes of hers as she said, "First, don't give up so fast Wednesday. Imagine what the real me is doing right now. Remember, whoever kidnapped you assumes that you're a creepy outcast with no loved ones. They don't realize that I call you every four hours we're apart. Now they obviously didn't knock you out and take you to a remote location in an instant. That alone probably took hours. So by the time mister mysterious evil guy did his long bad guy speech, I was already beginning my search for you. Also, you can probably guess that I got our girls involved too."

I reluctantly admit, "Your exasperating need to worry more than I do can be a nuisance at times... but it does raise the odds in me being found. However, only by a small margin. If I am in an abandoned building of some sort, the chances of me being found before it explodes are still extremely small." Enid however took a step closer to me as she said, "But think about it Wednesday. I'm the kind of wife that would look high and low and go to the ends of the Earth to find you if you went missing. I would give my life to save yours. So please... fight for your life, to save my heart."

I go back to the reality of where I'm sitting. I think on everything Enid has done for me before, and also think of everything she would likely do for me in the days yet to come. I think of the real Enid out there, right now, in the dark forest, running past every tree in her attempt to find me. As I think about her face, I cannot let the reaction on it when it finally finds my body be something that brings her great pain. As I hear the sound of a clock ringing again, I decide to begin flexing my wrists. They are extremely weak due to the severe lack of circulation. However, I continue to flex them. I try to stretch them. Then I try rubbing the opening of the tape against the metal pole I'm attached to. I can hear the faintest sound of a tear. It's the sound of progress.

I know another hour has passed as I hear the sound of the clock ring again. I try to rub the duct tape against the metal pole even harder and faster. I try to shake my entire body to help with the process... only to feel the side of my head hit the metal pole. I feel some blood run down the left side of my head. It is painful, but it is just a flesh wound. I can recover. I try to move my hands and wrists with more precise and controlled movements. I am finally creating a friction now that is slowly breaking the duct tape. However I know I am not making enough progress when I hear the sound of a clock ring again. I've counted the rings as I've heard them. I was told I had eight hours to live. The clock has rung seven times since the announcement of my seemingly impending doom. I only have one hour left to escape. Perhaps only one hour left to live.

I am logical and realistic when it comes to expectations. It's what has kept my mind from falling into a deep pit of despair all these years. If I was barely able to make nothing more than a partial tear on the duct tape over the course of seven hours, how much additional progress am I to still make in these last sixty minutes? I try to put myself back in my room, try to have the Enid of my mind say something to give me further reason to try harder... but I can't. The Enid I invented in my mind is gone now. Even my delusions of her cannot help me anymore.

However, I cannot stop thinking of her. I have more memories of Enid than I can count now, but for whatever reason: I think back to that first semester we both shared that special room together. I remember the night she was dressed up, ready to go meet Ajax for their first date. At the time, I tried to act like I was more interested in my writing... but deep down, I didn't want Enid to leave. Suddenly I find myself changing my memory, as I stand up and look at Enid. As Enid looks back at me with those perfect pleasing eyes of her, I say, "Enid... don't go meet Ajax. Can you... stay here with me tonight? I wish to see you show me your favorite mind numbing social media videos until my eyes bleed, I wish to hear you ramble on and on about the excruciating boring details that our peers at this institution partake in, and I wish to have your nauseating positive attitude stay in my presence for as long as possible... because there is nothing else in reality that I would endure that form of torture for, except for the unconditional love, dedication, and strength that you give me Enid Sinclair."

Enid looks at me with that wonderful smile of hers... the only smile to ever pull at the strings of my heart. It is then that I realize that I have to see her again. I have to see that smile of hers again... and I have to live in order for that smile on her face to never die. So I continued to rub the duct tape attached to my wrists against the metal pole harder than ever. However, this time as I do: I continue to look at Enid. I continue to look at that amazing inspirational smile of hers; that smile I once tried to convince myself I detested... but now I realize was the smile that made my life far superior than what it had been.

Soon I hear and feel more of the duct tape breaking. I flex my wrists as hard as I can. I haven't eaten in perhaps half a day now, my body hasn't gotten enough oxygen, and not enough circulation is reaching my arms still. But I keep flexing my wrists. I pull, and I pull, and then... the duct tape breaks. My hands are now free. I immediately pull the bag off my head. I now see the dark room I've been in for the last eight hours, but I have no time to take in any details. I rip the duct tape off my hands and arms as fast as possible. It is extremely painful, and some skin is torn off part of my left hand, resulting in blood being revealed. I can also now clearly feel some blood on the left side of my head, from when I banged it earlier. But there is no time to think of anything else.

I use my hands to rip the duct tape holding my feet and lower legs together. It doesn't rip in an instant, but I still pull hard. I am so close to complete freedom. I cannot stop now. Then finally... my legs are free. I try to stand up, and yet I immediately fall. I have lost all feeling in my legs. I am extremely frustrated, as I cannot wait for the feeling to just simply return. So I crawl towards the nearest emergency exit I can see. Completely free, and yet still feeling so helpless. However as my legs tingle, I slowly get to my feet again. I can walk once more, but the speed of which I can move is nowhere near my best. However, I picture Enid's smile one last time. I realize that I have to make it out of here alive; for Enid... for my world.

I make it to the emergency exit and push it open. Then I realize that in the end: every second counted... when I hear the sound of an explosion behind me. My captors were not exaggerating. They had planned to destroy this place with me in it. I jump as I feel the force of the explosion behind me propel me forward. My head hits a pile of leaves laying on the outdoor grass. I feel extreme levels of heat... but fortunately not on my body; but rather closely behind it. The building is indeed falling apart in an inferno... but without me in it. I survived. My captors lost.

Then suddenly I heard a familiar voice yell, "Wednesday!" I turn towards the nearby forest... and there I see her. My wife, the love of my life, my world: Enid, running towards me. She had been looking for me... and she had actually been far closer to my location that I would've ever expected. I see our daughters: Harmony and Ana trailing behind her. I see Harmony on her phone, smiling as she immediately says, "We found her! It looks like some building exploded near her, but mother is standing and seems okay!" Meanwhile I hear Ana yell, "I can't believe that soul searching spell you found hidden in the Nightshade library actually worked! Everyone thought that spell was a myth."

However, my focus quickly fades away from my daughters, and even the mystery of who kidnapped me. All of that can be focused on some other time. For now, my focus is completely on my wife. As she comes closer to me, her face and body tell a story all by themselves. Like me, she too has leaves on her head that obviously got stuck to her as she was rushing through the dense forest. The scratches and bruises on her body are clearly from falling down or hitting multiple obstacles along the way. Perhaps she even had to combat some wild animal as she moved through the woods.

However as Enid comes up to me, her eyes alone tell me how worried she had been for me for the last several hours, along with how relieved she was now that we were together again. She puts her right hand on the side of my face as she looks at me. I put my left hand on her right arm as I look back at her. Despite talking to the imagined version of Enid in my head for so many hours earlier, I find myself having no need to speak to the real version of my wife now. All of the actions we have done for each other, all the things we have chosen to experience together... have said far more than any words could.

Then, as the rest of reality temporarily became completely meaningless, I moved forward and hugged my wife. Unlike our first hug we ever shared though, this time it was I that made the first move. I felt Enid immediately hug me back as we wrapped our arms around each other. Immediate relief swept across me. Not just because I was reunited with my wife… but because I now fully understood that I had been reunited with the person that all this time had made me far stronger than I ever realized.

THE END

*The story continues next week in another Wednesday/Enid centric chapter. Don't miss it...

#wednesday #wednesday addams #addams family #wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday fanfiction #wednesday x enid #wenclair fanfiction #enid x wednesday #wenclair fanart

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liviawildrose · 18 days ago

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𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟏

WHAT IS THE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM?

think of the lymphatic system as your body’s emotional janitor and drainage crew. it’s part of your immune system, and it does the following:

• filters waste, toxins, and pathogens

• moves lymph (a clear fluid) through your body

• helps circulate white blood cells

• absorbs fats from your digestive system

• balances fluids in your tissues

it’s made up of:

• lymph (fluid)

• lymph nodes (filter stations)

• lymphatic vessels (the pipelines)

• spleen, thymus, tonsils, bone marrow (support squad)

your heart pumps blood, but your lymph has no pump. it moves through muscle movement, breath, and manual stimulation. no movement = no drainage = sluggish, bloated, toxic vibes

WHAT IS LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE?

lymphatic drainage is the process of stimulating lymph flow to help it do its job faster and more efficiently. this can be done manually with massage or with tools/devices. it’s like giving your internal plumbing system a nudge.

benefits?

• reduced swelling/inflammation

• glowing skin

• decreased bloating

• boosted immunity

• improved healing post-surgery

• less brain fog

• reduced cellulite appearance

• de-puffing (hello, snatched face + jawline)

WHY YOUR LYMPH SYSTEM LOWKEY RUNS YOUR LIFE

when your lymph is stagnant, it doesn’t just affect your body it affects your mood, energy, skin, digestion, even spiritual flow. (yes, your energy field has drainage, too.)

poor lymph flow can lead to:

• chronic fatigue/ laziness/ procrastination

• frequent colds/infections

• puffy face or limbs

• brain fog

• digestive issues

• poor healing

• acne + skin flare-ups

• fibromyalgia or pain syndromes

this is your sign to stop ignoring your lymph.

SIGNS YOUR LYMPHATIC SYSTEM MIGHT BE CONGESTED

• you wake up puffy AF

• you get sick a lot

• your skin looks dull or acne-prone

• you always feel bloated or heavy

• your eyes feel heavy/tired

• you have sinus issues

• your underarms or groin feel tender (lymph node overload)

• water retention that won’t go away

TYPES OF LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE

A. MANUAL LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE (MLD)

• slow, rhythmic, skin-stretching strokes

• developed by Dr. Emil Vodder

• done by trained therapists or at home

• moves lymph from extremities toward nodes

B. MECHANICAL DRAINAGE

• compression suits (like Normatec)

• vacuum suction (like LPG Endermologie)

• electric rollers + vibration plates

C. INTERNAL (NATURAL)

• breathwork

• rebounding (trampoline bouncing)

• dry brushing

• sauna/sweating

• hydration

• movement & inversion yoga

HOW TO DO MANUAL LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE AT HOME

PREP:

• be well-hydrated

• be relaxed (stimulating lymph in stress = nah)

• use a dry brush or clean hands

FACE:

1. start at collarbone, gently massage down and out

2. jawline → ears → down neck

3. under eyes → temples → down sides of face

4. forehead → temples → behind ears → down neck

5. always drain downwards toward collarbone

BODY:

1. start at armpits

2. stroke down from arms to armpits

3. belly massage in clockwise circular motions

4. groin lymph massage with gentle circular movement

5. legs: ankles upward to thighs, ending at groin

tip: Always go from distal to proximal, meaning far-to-close to the heart. And be gentle lymph is superficial, you don’t need deep pressure.

DEVICES THAT CAN HELP

for the face:

• gua sha (natural, ancient, sculpting goddess magic) (i use this)

• jade rollers (cooling and de-puffing)

• Foreo Bear or NuFace (microcurrent tools)

• ice globes (i use this)

• vibrating massagers (i use this)

for the body:

• dry brushes (firm bristle brush for exfoliation + flow) (i use this)

• lymphatic paddle boards (i use this)

• compression boots (used by athletes + lymphatic clinics)

• vibration plates (you stand and it shakes your lymph awake)

• infrared sauna blankets

• LPG Endermologie machines

LYMPH-FRIENDLY LIFESTYLE HACKS

FOODS:

• raw fruits (pineapple, berries, citrus)

• leafy greens

• ginger + turmeric

• dandelion root

• seaweed

• chlorella + spirulina

• omega-3 rich foods

HERBS:

• red clover

• cleavers

• echinacea

• astragalus

HABITS:

• drink water (especially warm lemon water)

• move daily (walk, yoga, stretch)

• alternate hot + cold showers

• dry brush before shower

• rebound on mini-trampoline

• sleep well (drainage is boosted in deep sleep)

LYMPH + BEAUTY

• lymphatic drainage de-puffs the face like magic

• stimulates collagen production

• clears breakouts by boosting detox

• reduces dark circles

• tightens jawline and cheekbones

• boosts skincare absorption

SPIRITUAL + ENERGETIC LAYER

in many healing traditions (like Ayurveda, TCM), lymph = life fluid. congestion = blocked emotional energy

blocked lymph = blocked creativity, blocked intuition, blocked glow.

draining the lymph = restoring your internal flow, your connection to Self, Source, and spirit.

you wanna shine? clear your waters.

HOW OFTEN SHOULD YOU DO LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE?

• face: daily or every other day

• body: 3x a week minimum

• post-op: depends on doctor’s advice

• vibration plates/compression boots: 15–30 mins a few times a week

CONTRAINDICATIONS + SAFETY

don’t do lymphatic drainage if:

• you have active cancer

• you have infections or fever

• you have blood clots or deep vein thrombosis

• you are pregnant (only do under supervision)

• you’ve had heart or kidney issues (speak to a doc first)

always listen to your body. gentle is good. pain is not.

FINAL WORD

your lymphatic system is like your inner spa therapist, immune defense squad, and emotional sponge rolled into one. don’t sleep on it.

if you want:

• snatched cheekbones

• less puffiness

• glowing, radiant skin

• fewer colds

• balanced moods

• deep detox

• emotional flow

then lymphatic drainage isn’t optional. it’s essential. give your body the love, movement, and flow it deserves.

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electrikworm · 5 months ago

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Test Subjects: Part 9

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Relationships: Crosshair & Echo & Hunter & Tech & Wrecker

Content Warnings: Blood and injury, Stitches, Abuse, Clone Trooper Dehumanization

Summary:

Hunter finally gets medical treatment, even if the doctor is far from careful as he tends to the Sargent.

Word count: 3’738

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Despite the exhaustion, Hunter can barely sit still. His heart pounds in his chest, Hunter taps his fingers against the firm mattress. It's always cold in medbays, but it feels freezing in this one. Hunter can't stop the tremors that wrack his body. The shaking of course only serves to irritate his wounds further. It's starting to really annoy Hunter, how little control he has over his own body.

Being done with helping Echo, Ceta's moved to constantly be bustling around the room. After getting Echo a set of the white medical sleepwear medbay's stock and helping him put them on, he starts doing small clean up and restock tasks, switching out empty disinfectant bottles and restocking the medical supply boxes each medbay room has.

The clothes look large on Echo, still thin after his time as a prisoner of war. He's certainly gained weight since then, but his frame is still narrower than it should be. Ceta brought Hunter a change of clothes too, but those will have to wait until Hunter is treated.

Hunter pokes the bandages wrapping his thigh, hissing through his clenched teeth at the contact. Despite Ceta's best efforts, splotches of red already shine through the white fabric.

Falling asleep would be ideal. It's hard to worry when you're unconscious. But Hunter can't possible sleep, despite how worn out he is. He can't stop thinking about his brothers and wouldn't possibly want to miss any news they might get on them. Tech isn't back from his report either.

Hunter's blacks do little against the cold of medbay, not being the thermal ones used for extreme temperatures. The uncomfortable beds and his aching body do little to make Hunter's experience more comfortable either, neither does the fear clawing away behind his ribs like a rabid animal.

Silence hangs between him and Echo. Hunter would love to do something to break it, but can't think of anything good to say. He's not good at this kind of thing, not knowing what words are the right ones or what action would improve the situation. Hunter look over to Echo ever so often, hoping his ori'vod will speak.

He's so occupied with staring into space that he doesn't notice Ceta standing at his side until the medic clears his throat. When Hunter looks at him, Ceta smiles.

“You look cold,” he says, holding out a gray blanket.

Thanking him, Hunter accepts the item. Ceta helps spread it across Hunter's legs evenly, allowing the Sargent to avoid moving too much.

“Sorry I can't help more,” Ceta says, standing up straight beside the bed.

“You've done plenty,” Hunter responds, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers. It's rough, but doesn't catch on Hunter's skin like some of the thinner GAR blankets do. Hunter's still shaking, but the blanket is an instant relief against the cold air.

Ceta nods, quickly hurrying off to get Echo a blanket too.

“I want to contact Kix,” Echo says, not looking over at Hunter. “He should know if dangerous substances like these stims are in circulation.”

“Should be easy enough to do so through Tech's datapad once he's back,” Hunter replies. He'd certainly welcome the distraction.

Before Echo joined them, Hunter didn't know any members of the 501st well. Their squad has a tendency to get in trouble with regs, at least as soon as they're in larger groups.

Crosshair rubs everyone the wrong way, as can Tech, though he doesn't do so on purpose. And large groups of clones always have a few that have stuck to the idea that genetic variation among clones is bad that the Kaminoans drilled into them. Even among those not against defective clones, there was often avoidance when it came to Clone Force 99. Also doesn't help that their squad has a very particular way they like to do things that doesn't mix well with working with too many who aren't part of the dynamic.

Cody and a few troopers of the 212th were some of the only regs they could get along with for a long while. But Echo has brothers he cares for is the 501st, ones he wanted to talk to. Through that, the four original members of Clone Force 99 got to know them too.

Hunter would really enjoy a conversation with Kix, even if he'd likely have to talk about what happened during the mission. It'd be better than just sitting there, alone with his thought, wondering if he'll ever see his youngest brothers again.

A beeping noise alerts Hunter, making his eyes flick to the source. Ceta has a commlink in his hand, reading a message off of it. He turns to look at Hunter.

“Someone will be here to treat you in a second along with your vod,” Ceta says, enunciate the Mando'a word slightly different than Hunter had learned it from 99. The young medic is radiating stress, Hunter can smell it from across the room. Ceta rushes to a closet in the wall, getting out a white overcoat. With the item of clothing in hand, Ceta hurries out of the medbay door.

With his improved hearing, Hunter can hear clearly what happens outside the door. Ceta greets someone, addressing them as “doctor” and announcing that he got him his coat. He then introduces himself, same as he did to Echo, most likely to Tech. With that, the three of them come through the sliding door.

Just in time for Hunter to catch the doctor, a blue twi'lek he recognizes, hitting Ceta across the back of the head. The doctor is a good head shorter than the clone medic, but he's determined enough to reach up to do so.

“This isn't a nail salon, stop introducing yourself to every kriffing clone,” the twi'lek hisses, pulling on the overcoat Ceta handed him.

“Sorry sir,” Ceta mumbles, immediately matching the doctors pace. Ceta leads Tech to an empty bed on Hunter's other side before joining the doctor at Hunter's bed.

This close, Hunter can read the name tag on the twi'lek's overcoat. According to it, the doctor is called Louis Pak. The name rings a bell, though Hunter is more accustomed with how he looks than his name. If Hunter isn't wrong, he remembers doctor Pak being quite a piece of work. Even without past experiences, Hunter can tell he's right by the way he acts towards Ceta, who looks nervous just standing next to him.

“What's this?” the doctor says, pinching a corner of the blanket covering Hunter's legs.

“A blanket, sir,” Ceta responds, sounding like he isn't quite sure about his answer.

The twi'lek glares at him. “I'm well aware of what it is. Why is it here?”

“He was cold, so I brought it to him, sir” Ceta answers, voice trailing off.

“Let me ask you something,” Pak says, laughing to himself. “Is CT-9901 your patient?”

Hunter can already see where this is going and he doesn't like it. Ceta's heart is racing, Hunter's positive he could hear it from two rooms over it's so loud.

“No, doctor Pak,” Ceta says, looking anywhere but at the doctor. His eyes lock briefly with Hunters. “He's your patient. I am not authorized to work with experimental clones.”

“Exactly,” Pak says with a self-satisfied smirk. He makes a beckoning motion with one hand and Ceta immediately complies, taking a step towards the doctor and leaning down. As soon as he does this, the doctor grabs a fistful of Ceta's hair and yanks downwards, forcing the medics face to almost touch his.

Hunter lurches forwards on instinct, ready to pull the natborn off Ceta. A quick hand gesture from Ceta, asking Hunter to stay away, stops him from doing so. Looking to his vode, Hunter realizes that Tech and Echo reacted in much the same way.

“You think you're better than me, clone?” the twi'lek hisses in an almost sweet tone. “Smarter? Better at the job?” Ceta pulls a face as the doctor tightens his grip, shaking his head vigorously.

“Never, sir,” Ceta says, voice calm despite his demeanour saying otherwise.

“Then why do you insist on messing with my patients?” Pak raises his voice enough to hurt Hunters ears.

“I just thought-” Ceta starts, interrupted by the doctor grabbing his face with his free hand.

“That's your problem. Despite that empty head of yours, you insist on trying to think for me.” The twi'lek lets go of Ceta's face to flick his forehead for emphasis. Letting go of Ceta's hair too, Pak shoves him backwards, making the medic stumble to stay upright.

“Sorry sir,” Ceta says, immediately going back to standing at attention at the doctor's side. Pak rolls his eyes, moving his leku over his shoulder before holding a hand out towards Ceta. Wordlessly, the medic deposits a pair of gloves in the doctors palm.

Pulling them on, the twi'lek orders Ceta to run a scanner over Hunter and show him the result.

Pak clicks his tongue as he waits, looking at Hunter. “No need to look at me like that, CT-9901. You might want to stop giving the man responsible for your health such dirty looks.” he huffs.

Hunter hadn't been aware of the displeased expression that crossed his face. Whilst he gives the doctor a court fake smile, he doesn't waste any energy managing his expression. The twi'lek shakes his head.

Ceta holds the screen of the scanner up for doctor Pak to look at. He hums in thought as he reeds the screen.

“The blaster wound in his thigh needs stitches, but his shoulder's just been grazed. He'll need fluids too and a blood transfusion would be a good idea. Other than that, mainly bruising.” Ceta nods along as the doctor speaks, clearly having figured all this out from the scan he did of Hunter long before Pak even got there.

When he's done speaking, the doctor takes a moment to stare at Ceta.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get moving!” Pak snaps, throwing his hands in the air. Ceta flinches at the motion, going very stiff. Almost like he's bracing. Hunter had seen the same reaction from his brothers many times, had reacted the same way to trainers raising their voices at him. A nasty reflex you pick up when trainers get a free pass to hit you when ever they like.

Ceta nods, quickly distancing himself from Pack. He moves to another room, though the door remains open so Hunter can clearly hear him looking through shelves and cupboards as well as ask for a bag of blood to be prepared for them over his comlink.

In the meantime, the doctor moves to examining Hunter's leg closer. Without a warning, he roughly moves the limb closer to the edge of the bed, making Hunter inhale sharply at the spike of pain.

“Hold still,” the doctor hisses like he's talking to a misbehaving child. Hunter still squirms at the hands on his leg. Through the bandages, the twi'lek feels about the area of the wound, really making Hunter want to push him off. “Turn onto your side,” he orders, insistently patting Hunter's knee just below the injury.

Reluctantly, Hunter does as told. Stiffly, he shifts on the bed to expose his wound to the doctor. Holding his head up hurts, so Hunter lets it rest on the bed. Laying the way he is now, Hunter's looking over at Echo's bed.

The ARC trooper is sitting upright, swaying slightly, but staring directly at Hunter and the doctor without looking away for a second. His brows are knitted together tightly, lip curled upwards on the right into something close to a snarl. He's gripping the edge of the mattress with his hand, scarred knuckles pale from the force of his grip.

Even with all his prosthetics removed, clothed in plain clothes that hang off his body a little too loosely, Echo still has a dangerous quality to him. If Hunter didn't know the sentiment was reserved for the doctor, he'd be a little worried himself.

Ceta comes back with a tray and places it on an adjustable table on Pak's right. Hunter can't see what's on it, but heard Ceta place a variety of items on it, ranging from metallic, to sounding like flimsi and plastic.

“Who cut his blacks?” the twi'lek asks, narrowing his eyes in Ceta's direction.

“I did,” Echo speaks up before anyone else can, a relived look crossing Ceta's expression as he does. Despite the concussion, Echo's words come out strong and clear. “I disinfected the blaster wound and covered it in bacta too.”

A huffed laugh escapes the doctor. “I take it you bandaged it as well?” he mocks.

“Yes,” Echo responds. Whilst he didn't this time, the job he'd done on the Marauder wasn't any worse than what Ceta did.

“With one hand?” Pak asks, clearly amused. Hunter doesn't share the sentiment. Echo could likely kill the doctor without any of his prosthetics on, wrapping a wound is nothing in comparison. The twi'lek's lack of faith in Echo is disgusting.

“Yes,” Echo says, voice neutral.

“Sure,” the doctor says, rolling his eyes. Echo lets it go without any comment, but his stare fixed on the twi'lek seems to only intensify.

“Lets get this over with,” the doctor mutters, fishing a bandage scissor from the tray Ceta prepared for him. Putting a firm hand on Hunter's leg below the end of the bandages, the doctor aligns the edge of the scissors with the fabric wrapped around Hunter's thigh.

When he begins to cut the bandages, he slides the scissors flush along Hunter's skin, dragging the lower blade through the blaster wound. Hunter gasp, sharp pain in his leg bringing tears to the Sargent's eyes as he tries to breath through it. He recoils away from the horrible sensation on instinct, jerking his leg out of the doctor's grip, turning halfway onto his front to shield the injury from further harm.

Hunter's only guess is that the doctor did so on purpose. Why else would he chose to cut through the area in the bandage that clearly had to most blood soaked into it.

The twi'lek isn't too pleased about Hunter squirming away from him. The doctor lacks strength, so trying to force Hunter to turn around through brute force doesn't work out very well. But Hunter should have guessed that he wouldn't give up that easily.

The next time Pak tries to flip Hunter, he brings his hand down hard on Hunter's half bandaged blaster wound.

Hunter's vision goes white for a moment, struggling to breath as he's forced to follow the doctors movement in a desperate effort to lessen the pain. He can't even tell if he cries out or not, ears ringing as a violent wave of nausea hits him. The Sargent is forced to bite into the side of his hand, both in an effort to prevent himself from gagging and to serve as a distraction from the blinding pain.

When Hunter's vision clears slightly and his breath comes a little easier, he hears his brothers voices, still seeming distant.

“What kind of medic acts like that?” That's Echo's voice, raised in anger. Hunter lets his head fall to the side Echo's on. His ori'vod is leaning forwards, gesturing furiously with his hand. Tech says something too, or at least tries to. His voice breaks and he starts to cough weakly somewhere to Hunter's other side.

“The way I treat my patients is none of your business, clone,” Pak hisses, tightening his grip over Hunter's wound. A pathetic pained whine manages to escape Hunter's lips despite his best efforts to hold it back, tears stinging his eyes.

Hunter tries to glare at the doctor, which is remarkably hard to do when he can barely lift his head off the bed to look at him. The doctor just stares back, increasing the pressure on Hunter's leg further. Hunter knows this isn't a battle he can win without making the situation worse.

Then Ceta suddenly steps into view, grabbing Pak's writs. “Sir, he is bleeding. You are risking the patients life with your actions.”

Heavy silence falls upon the medbay as the doctor slowly turns to look at Ceta. Hunter swears he could sense the tension in the room like electricity if he could only focus a little better. The foreboding energy is quickly and violently released as Pak brings the back of his gloves hand across Ceta's face hard. The loud snap of the impact seems to echo about the room as Ceta stumbles backwards but keeps upright.

The doctor swears at him in twi'lek, Hunter only knowing a small section of the words he uses. Predictably, none of them are nice. “Make yourself useful and go collect that blood for CT-9901,” Pak shouts. “The longer I have to look at you now, the worse things will get for you.”

Ceta nods. “Sorry sir, I'll get right on it.” He walks a little too fast when he makes his way out of the medbay, gone before Hunter can get a real look at him.

The doctor keeps muttering curses under his breath, letting go of Hunter's leg to change his gloves for a clean pair. Hunter can't see Tech, view blocked by Pak, but Echo's sitting in silence now, eyebrows drawn together as he stares down the doctor.

There's nothing any of them can say that would help the situation. People like this natborn are just best to be avoided, though none of them can do so right now.

Hunter's not stupid, he notices that Pak uses less numbing spray than he should on the Sargent's leg. In addition to that, he only does so after he's disinfect the wound again, leaving Hunter to experience the entire process of the twi'lek dragging disinfectant soaked gauze along his raw skin.

The wounds is far from numb by the time Pax presses the torn edges of skin together and pushes a needle through. Hunter has to force himself not to squirm as he breathes in short, shallow gasps as the doctor sews his leg. One stitch after the other is put in his skin, each individually tied off to prevent Hunter from ripping them all out if one broke.

Pak wastes no more time than strictly necessary on the wound, hastily covering it in a bit of bacta and bandaging it when he's done. By then Ceta is back. The reg says nothing as he hooks the transfusion to Hunter's arm, barely daring to glance at him or the doctor. A bruise is blooming on his cheek.

The doctor spends even less time on Hunter's shoulder. He orders Hunter to get the top of his blacks off, then the wound is disinfected and wrapped. Pak glances at Hunter's bruises too, but doesn't offer up any bacta for those. When he moves on to Tech, Hunter is left feeling no better than he did before. The doctor didn't even give him anything against the pain.

With Pak's back turned, Ceta takes a moment to help Hunter lay down more comfortably. He whispers an apology before backing away.

The bandages on Hunter's leg and arm are driving him crazy. There's so little bacta between the fabric and the wounds that Hunter's left to feel every fibre of the material rubbing against it constantly. If he wasn't already stressed to his absolute limit by the fact Crosshair and Wrecker are dying, this would be enough for Hunter to be left on edge constantly.

Tech is treated no gentler than Hunter was, the doctor grabbing at Tech in ways Hunter know make his vod'ika uncomfortable the entire time. Pak even pins Tech's head to the bed whilst he examines Tech's neck. Tech's visibly fighting to not squirm at the touch the entire time.

The doctor is about to leave when Ceta calls after him. “Sir, you've forgotten to give CT-9901 and CT-9902 painkillers,” he states, voice firm despite the way his heart beats and his hands shake behind his back.

The doctor snaps around with fire in his eyes. “I haven't forgotten anything,” he spits. “I'm clearly not done yet, am I?”

Hunter almost laughs bitterly. The doctor was almost out of the medbay door and clearly had no intention of turning back if Ceta hadn't pointed out his likely purposeful oversight. Pak huffs as he trudges back to the beds with an irritated pout on his face. He doesn't warn either of them before sticking the hypo needle in their skin.

“We're discussion your behaviour later,” Pak snaps as he passes Ceta on his way out of medbay. The young medic sighs when the doctor is gone, rubbing at his face. Ceta brings Tech a blanket too, before disappearing without a word.

“How are you feeling?” Hunter asks Tech. Thick bandages cover his neck, exhaustion in Tech's expression as he looks over at Hunter.

Tech doesn't speak, he just uses the signs they developed over the years. He signs one word; Bad. Hunter can't help but laugh weakly.

“I can believe that,” he sighs, running his hand across the blanket covering his legs. Hunter feels cold and sore, wounds aggravated by the shiver that runs through his body. Tech seems to catch on, quickly hopping off his own bed. Hunter's about to tell his vod to stay put and rest when he notices what Tech's up to.

He undoes the breaks keeping the bed he was on in place and begins pushing it towards Hunter's. Once they're side to side, Tech fastens the breaks again. He does the same with Echo's, that time with Echo still on it.

“Don't overdo it,” Echo warns him. Hunter can see the way Tech's arms shake too, but Tech just waves off with one hand. He's relieved when Tech finally climbs into his bed again. Silently, he offers to let Hunter lean into his side. Not saying anything either, Hunter accepts. The warmth of his brother at his side does a lot to still the tremors tormenting Hunter.

“Can we use your datapad to call Kix?” Hunter asks Tech after a moment of silence. It's far too quiet for Hunter's liking, the silence only serving to make him worry about Cross and Wrecker more. Tech nods, carefully placing the device in Hunter's lap.

Moving to lean against Hunter's other side, Echo enters Kix's comm-code on the datapad.

Mando'a Translation:

Ori'vod - older sibling Vod/vode – sibling/siblings Vod'ika – little sibling (affectionate)

#tbb #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb tech #hunter whump #clone oc #oc ceta #cw blood #tbb fanfiction #Sorry this ended up being centred around my oc for more than intended I just love him

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facingfibro · 10 months ago

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Just a reminder to be kind to yourselves today and everyday.

Take care of yourself as if you would an ill loved one. You deserve that cozy blanket, with the good show, a hot bath and that warm cup of tea.

Be kind to your body and what love it can manage to give you today and what love you can manage to give it.

Yoga is a wonderful option for some pain relief with Fibromyalgia and chronic pain in general. Yoga can help release tension from cramped up and tense muscles. Yoga is also a great stress buster and helps to reduce those feelings and effectively relax our nervous system. If you’re like me, high intensity workouts hurt me more than help me - being able to ease into each yoga pose slowly and be able to hold it for as long as it feels good for you and your body helps you feel both relaxed in your muscles and energized in your mind.

I like to curate a morning and evening yoga routine with the few practices I keep in my back pocket for those extremely high pain days.

Here’s a few yoga poses I suggest to help release some of that fibromyalgia tension and pain most of us experience:

1. Childs Pose - This asana helps to calm the mind.

It also gives a good stretch to the arms, shoulders, back, and hips.

2. Legs up the wall pose - By taking the weight off your feet, this pose helps relax the muscles of the hips and legs.

It relieves you of fatigue, a major symptom of fibromyalgia.

3. Cobra Pose - This pose helps flex the upper and middle back, another main affected area in fibromyalgia.

It also helps strengthen the arm muscles.

It helps improve blood circulation to various parts of the body.

It reduces fatigue; you feel deeply relaxed as you open up your shoulders and chest.

4. Bridge pose - This gives you a deep stretch to your back and wards off fatigue.

It also helps calm the nervous system so you feel less anxious.

It strengthens the back muscles, a possible tender point in those suffering from fibromyalgia.

5. Corpse Pose - It calms the mind and reduces both stress and fatigue.

It relieves headaches and sundry pains.

It helps you sleep better at night.

It may take you some time to get adjusted to these poses and how they feel for you but I advise to at least try them once, once a day, even just for 30 seconds. You’ve got this and most importantly…always listen to what your body needs from you. There’s no shame in having to adjust for ourselves and what we need to feel better in our bodies. Take care everyone 🦋

Ps. I posted some photos of each pose in the comments from google..each picture has the name of the pose underneath it. 🪬 and I also included a photo of my adorable yoga partner, my doodle who loves to join me on my mat everyday.

Think of those things we are grateful for❤️

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★~(◠‿◕✿)Tarot observations - Health indicators(Major Arcana session)

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In tarot, health can be represented by different cards depending on the context of the reading.

Overall, tarot readings can offer insight into potential health issues, as well as guidance on how to improve and maintain good physical and emotional well-being.

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Some key Major Arcana cards that may indicate health-related themes include:

Fool - High blood pressure

Magician - Intestinal issues eg: hernia

High Priestess - Anti-social personality disorders

Empress - Ovaries & female reproductive system. Pregnancy.

Emperor - Teeth, gums & jaw

Hierophant - Constipation

Lovers - Sexually transmitted disease

Chariot - Immobility, leg paralysis

Strength - Allergies

Hermit - Depression

Wheel of Fortune - Chiropractic issues eg: spinal disks

Justice - Sinusitis, phlegm on the chest

Hanged Man - Poor blood circulation, thrombosis

Death - Death

Temperance - Acne, boils

Devil - Addictions, heartburn, issues arising from poor personal hygiene

Tower - Memory loss

Star - Plantar warts (ingrown foot warts)

Moon - Moontime/menses (period pains)

Sun - Hamstring, pulled ligaments

Judgement - Throat, oesophagus, voice-box

World - Cholesterol

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daybreakrising · 8 months ago

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HEADCANONS - J.IAOQIU & LIFE AFTER H.OOLAY

because it's not just a loss of sight that he has to live with day by day-

i've been meaning to write this one up for a while, because i want to make a few things clear regarding j.iaoqiu's physical state following his encounter with h.oolay, as well as his mental and emotional state. his actions have lasting consequences for him and, whilst he certainly doesn't regret his decision, it does make things more complicated for him going forward.

BLINDNESS

now, obviously, we're all aware of this one. for now, i'm not going to make a decision regarding whether this blindness can be reversed or if it's permanent - canon may decide this, after all, and until such a time, i'm going to leave it open. however i do want to make a few things very clear regarding his eyes, namely:

his eyes are not white. they remain the same colour as they were prior to blindness. i fear pop culture has convinced many people that all blind people have white eyes, when this is in fact not true. certain conditions, infections, and diseases will alter the eye to appear cloudy gray or white, but it's not true of all blind people.

he is able to open his eyes. i saw something that said he is no longer able to open his eyes after his ordeal with h.oolay, and honestly... that is ridiculous to me. blindness does not seal your eyes shut. if people are basing this 'theory' on the fact he doesn't open his eyes when we see him post-h.oolay, then they need to rewatch the entirety of the wardance arc again, bc... this man rarely opens his eyes. it has nothing to do with him being blind.

in terms of how blind he is (bc blindness is a spectrum, like many conditions/symptoms), j.iaoqiu has complete blindness - he cannot see or detect light.

PHYSICAL CONSEQUENCES

as he suffered many injuries as well as the damage done by the tumbledust, he has several lasting conditions or complications, some of which may improve over time, some which will not:

blood circulation. this is a result of the tumbledust, and though fairly minor, he does suffer with poor blood circulation - he will experience occasional bouts of numbness or weakness in his hands and feet, and he suffers cramps in his legs if he overdoes things. he is able to treat this himself, and lessens both the frequency and the severity of the symptoms.

fatigue. many factors can be attributed to this, including the damage done to his liver and kidneys. whilst this damage was largely reversed in his recovery, he still suffers from fatigue on a regular basis (though he is often too stubborn to admit it).

coagulation disorder. tumbledust is again to blame for this - he has a reduced ability to coagulate his blood, meaning his blood doesn't clot normally. in his case, this leads to excessive bleeding, easy bruising, and joint pain.

low body temperature. it's stated that when he was found, j.iaoqiu had an "abnormally low body temperature", likely as a result of the toxins in his system. whilst it is no longer abnormally low, his natural body temperature does run a little cooler than it did before, and he gets colder more quickly than he used to.

extensive scarring. h.oolay's assault upon him is forever marred upon his skin: he has deep scars upon his chest and abdomen, smaller and shallower scars upon his arms and legs, and one side of his throat is heavily scarred from where h.oolay's teeth ripped into him. though most of these scars heal normally, his throat took the longest to heal and the scars remain an angry red stain upon his skin.

chronic pain. caused by a number of things, and not localised to any one part of his body, though he does get particularly sharp twinges around his clavicle when overdoing things, despite the fracture healing cleanly. he manages this with medicines and such of his own making (he's also stubborn about this, too.)

MENTAL & EMOTIONAL CONSEQUENCES

disorientation. in the follow-up medical report, it is stated that j.iaoqiu suffered neurological atrophy - disorientation is, therefore, one of the lasting symptoms he suffers from because of it. this is more common when he is in new or unfamiliar places, though he still sometimes has episodes of disorientation even within his own home. this, paired with his blindness, has a lasting effect on his mental state.

memory problems. this is also tied to the neurological atrophy mentioned. whilst not particularly severe, j.iaoqiu does occasionally struggle with short-term memory loss. it is fairly minor, the episodes not very frequent, and doesn't greatly impact his daily life, but he may upon occasion forget what he's doing (or going to do), or have difficulty recalling a recent conversation. he tries to hide this one as best he can.

nightmares. this one is severe - or, at least, it can be. he doesn't have nightmares every night (he is sometimes spared that trauma), but they are very frequent and they can vary in their intensity. most nights, they are manageable, but some nights he wakes in pure terror, shaking and sweating, and may need to use incense or ingest a soothing remedy to calm his mind. for short periods after the worst nightmares, he even finds himself afraid to fall asleep, which leads to-

insomnia. i've placed this in the 'mental/emotional' over 'physical' because of its cause, despite the fact that both mental and physical factors can cause insomnia. he will go through periods of insomnia mainly due to his fear of the nightmares he experiences, and to avoid that particular state of vulnerability.

PTSD / depression / anxiety. i'm throwing these three all in together because they're all tied to the same cause: everything he witnessed and experienced at h.oolay's hands. in the case of his depression and anxiety, this was mainly seen in the first few months of his recovery, during the period of time where he was learning to adjust to the changes in his abilities. he treats both with his own remedies and manages them well, though his anxiety can be triggered especially during episodes of disorientation, or when he is in unfamiliar places by himself. in the case of his PTSD... that's an ongoing treatment, but he's getting there. he's identified many of his triggers and has means of either avoiding or working through them, but it's still a work in progress.

additionally, as i've also seen this commented on elsewhere and i want to make it clear: the ban on spicy food was (thankfully) only for his period of recovery. now that his wounds are healed, he can freely consume all the spice he desires.

#( personals DNI )#;maybe i should add some spice (headcanons; jiaoqiu)#( i feel like there were more things i wanted to list here but )#( i think i covered the main ones at least )#( and i'm not including things specific to early recovery unless they're permanent or long-lasting effects )#( this poor fox was a MESS in those early weeks )#( he's also the WORST patient. true to his nature as a healer )

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integrativemedicinecs · 2 months ago

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Acupuncture for Foot Pain: Top Reasons to Consider This Natural Treatment

Pain in the foot will hit you harder in your daily activities than you can imagine. It doesn't matter if you are standing and working, running around the house, or planning to enjoy a run; you would think everything is strenuous just because your feet are in pain. Conventional therapies involve painkillers, physical therapy, and even surgery, but nowadays, everyone resorts to acupuncture for foot pain. It does not only mask the pain but also acts directly on the source of it.

Let's discover why acupuncture is today the favorite remedy for anyone struggling with persistent foot pain.

Why Acupuncture for Foot Pain Is Gaining Popularity

Used in traditional Chinese medicine for millennia, acupuncture's benefits are now recognised worldwide, particularly regarding the management of pain.

Safe, Drugless Relief of Pain

One of the main reasons for deciding upon acupuncture is because it provides pain control without medication. Thus, if you tire of swallowing pills or are afraid of their side effects, acupuncture lays before you a natural way to go.

Evidence for the Effectiveness of Acupuncture

According to recent research, acupuncture lowers inflammation and promotes the release of endorphins, the body's natural analgesics. For cases of foot pain, it enhances blood circulation, decreases swelling, and promotes tissue healing.

Treatment Based on Individual Needs

The acupuncture treatment you receive is unique or tailor-made for your particular condition. Unlike one-size-fits-all pain treatment approaches, acupuncture is designed to address your particular pain points as well as overall bodily balance.

How Acupuncture Targets Foot Pain Relief

When it comes to recovery, acupuncture is more than just poking needles into the skin. It awakens your own body's healing response.

Stimulating Key Acupuncture Points

Acupuncture promotes faster healing and lowers inflammation by increasing blood flow to the area. By placing small needles at specific locations — particularly in and around the feet, ankles, and legs — the practitioner stimulates the body to open up blockages and balance itself.

Improving Circulation and Reducing Inflammation

Foot pain usually results from poor circulation, inflammation, or compression of nerves. By increasing blood flow to the area, acupuncture promotes quicker healing and reduces inflammation.

Relaxing Muscles and Calming Nerves

Stress and tension can also cause chronic foot pain. Acupuncture relaxes tight muscles and calms overactive nerves, making it particularly beneficial for nerve pain or plantar fasciitis.

Conditions That Respond Well to Acupuncture

Not all foot pain is the same — and thankfully, acupuncture can be adapted to treat a variety of conditions.

Plantar Fasciitis

A common condition causing heel pain, plantar fasciitis can be stubborn. Acupuncture helps reduce inflammation in the tissue and supports long-term healing.

Nerve Pain and Neuropathy

People with diabetes or nerve disorders often experience foot pain or tingling. Acupuncture improves nerve function and reduces discomfort over time.

Tendonitis and Heel Spurs

Inflamed tendons or bony growths like heel spurs can cause sharp pain. Acupuncture reduces inflammation, helps tissue repair, and relieves pressure in the affected area.

Arthritis and Joint Pain

Acupuncture helps ease stiffness and pain in the foot joints caused by arthritis by improving joint mobility and reducing swelling.

Benefits of Acupuncture Over Conventional Treatments

While traditional treatments have their place, acupuncture offers unique advantages that make it worth considering.

No Risk of Side Effects

Unlike medications, acupuncture doesn’t come with side effects like drowsiness, nausea, or dependency. It’s safe for most people — even those with other medical conditions.

Non-Invasive and Gentle

There’s no cutting, no downtime, and no long recovery. Acupuncture sessions are relaxing, and many people feel relief after just a few visits.

Long-Term Results

Instead of just masking the pain, acupuncture for foot pain works on the underlying cause. It helps your body heal, offering longer-lasting relief.

Whole-Body Wellness

Many patients report not just pain relief but also better sleep, improved mood, and reduced stress. Acupuncture treats the whole body, not just the pain.

What to Expect During an Acupuncture Session

If you're a first-timer to acupuncture, this is what a session entails.

Step 1: Consultation

Your practitioner will question you regarding your symptoms, medical history, and lifestyle to determine the underlying cause of your foot pain.

Step 2: Needle Placement

You'll recline comfortably while thin, sterilised needles are gently inserted into precise acupuncture points. You may feel a slight tingling or heat sensation — most people find it extremely soothing.

Step 3: Relaxation and Healing

The needles stay in place for about 20–30 minutes. During this time, you’ll rest as your body responds to the treatment. Many people even fall asleep!

Step 4: Post-Treatment Care

You may feel relief right away, or it may take a few sessions to notice full results. Depending on your situation, your practitioner will suggest a course of treatment.

Final Thoughts: Is Acupuncture Right for Your Foot Pain?

If you are looking for a simple and natural remedy for persistent foot pains, this may be the time to try out foot acupuncture. Acupuncture for foot pain is safe, effective, and specific to your condition. Whether dealing with problems such as plantar fasciitis, nerve pain, or chronic inflammation, acupuncture can really let you use your feet again.

Book Your Consultation Today

Don't wait any longer for a plan of even greater good. Meet our highly qualified team for your consultation today and discover acupuncture's healing power.

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sensualmassages1 · 3 months ago

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Deep Tissue Massage: A Holistic Approach to Stress Relief and Muscle Recovery

What is Deep Tissue Massage?

Deep Tissue Massage is a therapeutic massage technique focused on targeting the deeper layers of muscle and connective tissue. Unlike a standard relaxation massage, which uses lighter strokes, Deep Tissue Massage involves more intense pressure and concentrated techniques aimed at relieving chronic muscle tension, reducing stress, and enhancing overall body function.

This massage is particularly beneficial for individuals who suffer from muscle stiffness, poor posture, or ongoing stress. It targets not only the muscles but also the fascia, the connective tissue that surrounds muscles and organs. Deep Tissue Massage works to break up tension and alleviate discomfort, improving circulation, flexibility, and the body’s natural healing ability.

How Deep Tissue Massage Works

During a Deep Tissue Massage session, the therapist uses firm pressure, slow strokes, and targeted techniques to work through the layers of muscle tissue. The therapist may use their hands, fingers, elbows, and forearms to reach deeper layers and release tight muscles and knots. While the pressure can be intense, it is always adjusted to meet your comfort level. The focus is on addressing areas of chronic tension, which may involve specific muscle groups such as the shoulders, neck, back, and legs.

Deep Tissue Massage is beneficial not only for athletes but for anyone looking to relieve chronic pain, improve mobility, and enhance relaxation. Whether you are dealing with muscle tightness, repetitive strain injuries, or stress-induced tension, this massage can help restore your body to a more balanced and relaxed state.

The Benefits of Deep Tissue Massage

Relieves Chronic Muscle Pain and Tension One of the primary benefits of Deep Tissue Massage is its ability to target long-standing muscle tension and knots. By working deeper into the muscles and fascia, this massage technique provides relief from chronic pain and discomfort, helping to restore the body’s natural range of motion.

Improves Circulation and Oxygen Flow The deep pressure applied during the massage helps improve blood flow and oxygenate tissues. This increased circulation aids in the healing process, bringing vital nutrients to muscles and encouraging the removal of toxins from the body.

Promotes Stress Relief and Mental Relaxation While Deep Tissue Massage focuses on physical tension, it also has significant benefits for mental health. As the body relaxes, the mind follows suit, allowing you to release stress and experience mental clarity. This form of massage can help reduce anxiety, promote relaxation, and contribute to overall emotional well-being.

Enhances Flexibility and Mobility Deep Tissue Massage helps to loosen tight muscles and improve joint mobility, contributing to greater flexibility. This is particularly beneficial for individuals who suffer from muscle stiffness or restricted movement due to injury or sedentary lifestyles.

Supports Injury Recovery and Rehabilitation For those recovering from injuries, Deep Tissue Massage plays a key role in rehabilitation. It can speed up the healing process, reduce swelling, and improve muscle function, helping the body return to normal activity more quickly and efficiently.

Who Can Benefit from Deep Tissue Massage?

Deep Tissue Massage is ideal for people who experience:

Chronic muscle pain or stiffness

Poor posture

Athletes or individuals who engage in physical activities

People with work-related stress or repetitive strain injuries

Those recovering from injuries

It is important to note that while Deep Tissue Massage can be intense, it is tailored to your personal comfort level. The goal is to provide relief and promote healing without causing discomfort.

Conclusion

Deep Tissue Massage is an incredibly effective way to relieve chronic pain, improve mobility, and reduce stress. Whether you are an athlete looking to recover from a strenuous workout or someone dealing with muscle tightness, this massage technique offers long-lasting benefits for your body and mind.To experience the transformative effects of Deep Tissue Massage, visit us at Tantric Touch Massage London or call +44 7704 068304 to book your appointment today. Allow us to guide you on your journey to relaxation, healing, and rejuvenation.

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storedapear · 3 months ago

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Best Morning Exercises to Boost Energy & Metabolism

Starting your day with movement is one of the best ways to wake up feeling refreshed, energized, and ready to take on the day. Morning exercise can improve circulation, boost metabolism, and enhance mental clarity, setting a positive tone for the hours ahead. Even a short routine can make a noticeable difference in how you feel throughout the day.

In this article, we’ll explore the benefits of morning exercise and walk through a simple workout routine that you can do at home without any equipment.

Why Morning Exercise is Important

Morning workouts offer several benefits that go beyond just burning calories. Here are a few reasons why you should consider adding exercise to your morning routine:

Boosts metabolism: Exercise helps jumpstart your metabolism, allowing you to burn more calories throughout the day.

Improves mood and focus: Physical activity releases endorphins, which enhance mood and reduce stress, helping you stay more focused and productive.

Increases consistency: Exercising in the morning eliminates the distractions and excuses that often come up later in the day.

Enhances circulation and flexibility: Stretching and movement first thing in the morning improve blood flow and reduce muscle stiffness.

Now that we’ve covered the benefits, let’s get into the workout routine.

The Best Morning Workout Routine

This workout consists of seven simple exercises that target the entire body. Each exercise should be performed for 30 to 45 seconds. If you have extra time, you can repeat the entire circuit for an additional round.

1. Jumping Jacks – Full-Body Warm-Up

Jumping jacks are a great way to get your blood flowing and warm up your muscles. This movement improves circulation and helps wake up the entire body.

How to do it:

Stand with feet together and arms at your sides.

Jump while spreading your legs shoulder-width apart and raising your arms overhead.

Jump back to the starting position and repeat.

2. High Knees – Cardio Boost

High knees elevate your heart rate and activate the core, making them a great exercise for metabolism and energy.

How to do it:

Stand tall with your feet hip-width apart.

Run in place, bringing your knees up as high as possible.

Engage your core and maintain a steady pace.

3. Squats – Strength and Metabolism Activation

Squats are one of the best exercises for building lower body strength and increasing calorie burn.

How to do it:

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart.

Lower your hips down as if sitting in a chair, keeping your chest up.

Push through your heels to return to a standing position.

4. Plank – Core Strength and Stability

The plank is a full-body exercise that strengthens the core, improves posture, and engages multiple muscle groups.

How to do it:

Get into a push-up position with your forearms on the ground.

Keep your body straight from head to toe.

Hold the position while engaging your core and breathing steadily.

5. Arm Circles – Upper Body Mobility

This simple movement improves shoulder flexibility and warms up the upper body.

How to do it:

Stand with feet hip-width apart and extend your arms to the sides.

Make small circles with your arms, then gradually increase the size.

Reverse the direction halfway through.

6. Standing Side Bends – Core Activation

Side bends help improve flexibility and strengthen the oblique muscles.

How to do it:

Stand with feet hip-width apart.

Place one hand on your hip and extend the other arm overhead.

Lean to the side, feeling a stretch along your waist.

Return to the center and switch sides.

7. Standing Forward Fold – Flexibility and Relaxation

This stretch reduces muscle tension and promotes relaxation.

How to do it:

Stand with feet together and slowly bend forward at the hips.

Reach for your toes while keeping your knees slightly bent if needed.

Hold the stretch and take deep breaths.

Cool Down and Final Tips

After completing the workout, take a few minutes to cool down with gentle stretches. Stretching helps reduce muscle stiffness and improves recovery.

Consistency is key when it comes to morning exercise. Even just 10 minutes of movement can have a significant impact on your energy levels, metabolism, and overall well-being.

Final Thoughts

Incorporating a short morning workout into your routine can help you feel more awake, improve your fitness, and set a positive tone for the rest of the day. Whether you have a busy schedule or just want to feel more energized in the morning, these simple exercises can make a difference.

Give this routine a try, and let us know how you feel. What’s your favorite morning exercise? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

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shipmistress9 · 2 years ago

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An Entertaining Inconvenience

Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet -- Riorgail

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When a leadership meeting interrupts Xaden and Violet in the middle of their fun, Violet comes up with a creative idea to make the best of the situation. And the best it is, insane, daring, and just... incredibly hot. Xaden learns a new thing or two. One, a few new tricks he can do with his shadows, and two, how much unresolved tension he can take before he cracks.

AN: You can't do shadow daddy kinktober without shadow tentacles. 😎 Writing this was a lot of fun again, and special thanks goes out to @istarbel for the soundboard and a few ideas which made this story even better. Enjoy 😁

Also sorry this comes so late. I was caught up in a super annoying family happening all day and couldn't get to my computer 😒

@kinktober2023

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“Fuck, yes! Xaden! Xaden, please! Please don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK! Yes! yesyesyesyesy—XAD-AAHHHHHH!”

Lightning cracks in front of my window as Violet comes, finally. Groaning, I keep sucking on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, my fingers busy thrusting into her. Fuck, she’s so beautiful when she comes, writhing within the restraints she let me put her in and screaming my name like it’s the only word she knows. I could do this all night, just devour her again and again, drinking her down and feeling her clench so hard around my fingers it nearly hurts. And maybe, I will. It’s not as if we have some specific scene planned for tonight. Or that she could get away, for that matter.

After sucking her to a second and a third orgasm, one more mesmerising to watch than the other, I eventually grant her a break. After a small eternity of teasing and then three orgasms in quick succession, she’s earned one. Licking my lips for every last trace of her taste, I step back, once again admiring the sight of her.

And what a sight she is!

There’s a corset around her lower torso, one that, in contrast to her usual armour, leaves her breasts free. With the metal loops worked into its sturdy leather and the ropes looped through them, it holds the majority of her weight where she’s dangling from the ceiling in my room, next to my bed. Her arms are tied behind her back, wrist to wrist and elbow to elbow, pushing out her already rather sizeable breasts even more, her nipples still swollen and sensitive from when I played with them earlier. There are cushioned cuffs around her thighs and ankles, broad enough that they won’t cut into her skin or restrict blood circulation, but sturdy enough to keep her exactly in the position I want her in. Which currently is in a half-reclined and half-sitting position in mid-air, her calves pressed against her thighs, heels against her ass, and her legs spread wide, giving me perfect access. There’s also a collar around her neck, not one of her own collars with the gems but a sturdier and more functional one, also cushioned, supporting her head in this suspension.

Fucking beautiful.

“I see your control of your signet still hasn’t improved,” I tease once her breathing calms down again.

Violet gasps a laugh, a grin on her face. “You’ll miss it once I do.”

I shrug. She’s damn right about that. I don’t care that half of the quadrant—half of all of Basgiath, probably—have a good idea of what these strange sudden lightning storms mean. Making her lose control over and over and over—it’s just too much fun.

“And how shall we illuminate the night sky now?” I ponder out loud as I walk over to where I have a variety of toys ready on my bedside table. “What do you think? More teasing until the tension grows too strong again? Or would you rather I make you come so many times you can’t tell up from down anymore?”

Violet moans and visibly shudders, and I smirk. I have a plan for tonight, of course I do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t change it if there’s something she wants. This is, after all, all about her.

However, before she can answer, a knock sounds from the door to my room. Frowning, we share a look. It’s not often that we get interrupted, but this certainly is the most inconvenient time ever.

“What?” I bark when whoever stands outside knocks again, more impatiently this time.

“Open up, man,” echoes Garrick’s muffled voice through the heavy wood. “Or have you forgotten our meeting tonight?”

My eyes grow wide and my jaw falls open.

Fuck…

“Did something slip your mind there, oh powerful Wingleader?” Violet teases, low but giggling. She’s fucking giggling.

“Yeah,” I hiss back. “Leadership meeting for the entire wing. Progress reports from the squad leaders, plans for improvement, discussing issues…” I run my hand over my face. “This always takes forever.”

“I’ll be right there,” I shout back toward the door. “Just a moment.”

I hurry to free Violet from the restraints, already trying to come up with a plan how to smuggle her out of my room when I feel something like a mental hand on my thoughts.

“Wait!” she says into my head. “I have an idea.”

Quick as lightning, she puts her thoughts into a form in my head, helped and edited by my own thoughts of what’s possible. Within seconds, the plan stands, and I can’t suppress a low groan at just how… how insane it is. How lewd. How hot.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, it can work but… You’d have to at least keep from screaming.”

“Oh, I’m more than up for this. The more important question is though… are you?” The excitement in her mental voice would almost be cute if this wasn’t so insanely thrilling.

Biting my lip, I take a moment to ponder. It would be hard. Literally. But also…

“Dain is out there, too, isn’t he?” Her thoughts are practically dripping with mischief. This level of teasing should be illegal.

But… fuck! She has me with mentioning Aetos. “Okay, let’s do this.”

I take another second to ponder, then rush to my armoire and grab one of the ball gags, a leather ball that’s comfortable enough for its size and that’ll muffle at least the loudest of her noises. My shadows will do the rest.

Garrick knocks again as I rush back to Violet, and she snorts as I fasten the gag at the back of her head. “He’s so impatient.”

“He probably has some ideas about why I’m not ready for the meeting. Now, try to stay quiet. My shadows will muffle and swallow most of the sounds, but still.” I throw her a last glance to make sure she’s okay, then walk over to the door when she nods. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I’m coming,” I call out to the waiting crowd outside as I let my shadows swallow up a good portion of the room.

With my hand already on the lock, I throw a last glance around, just to be sure. The area around my bed and Violet is plunged into thick darkness, that entire half of the room, in fact. With a wave of my hand, I summon a couple of smaller mage lights and position them on the opposite wall near the large table then nod to myself. Nobody will think twice about why the more private part of my room isn’t illuminated, and even when there will be lightning strikes outside later, my shadows will conceal Violet from any prying eyes.

“About time, man,” Garrick grumbles as he pushes past me into my room, followed by the other two section leaders and the by now smaller group of squad leaders.

I try to ignore Aetos at the back, coming in last, as usual. He’s never enjoyed coming here, much like I never enjoying having him in here. After Threshing, it became even worse, when our mutual aversion wasn’t mainly about politics anymore but about Violet instead. But now… I actually have to fight to keep a grin off my face at his sight, all but trembling with his burning ambitions fighting against his suppressed hatred. Whatever spark of jealousy I once felt at his sight is gone by now. Because Violet chose me. And the wave of excitement I feel coming from her as he enters the room is not because she wants him but because, by now, she hates him just as much as I do. Maybe even more.

“Seems like someone is enjoying herself,” I tease.

Her response is something like a mental mewling, as if she’s beyond words. Sometimes, that happens when she’s too overwhelmed, and usually, it’s not much of an issue. Tonight, however…

Gently, I brush with my thoughts against the walls of her mind. “Will you let me in? So I can sense how you’re doing?” There’s a shiver along our bond, then any resistance falls away and I can step into her archive. “Thank you. I’ll just stay here at the edge, don’t worry.” I could pry into her mind now, read her every thought and memory, but I won’t.

As everyone is taking their seats, I take a moment to examine how far the control of my shadows reaches in a situation like this. Even though I can’t see through the thick darkness, either, I can still feel where exactly Violet it, would know her position even if I hadn’t put her in it myself. But to my surprise, I can also feel so much more. I feel everything. Every twitch of a muscle, every shiver along her skin. Every breath she takes and every time she blinks.

Combined with how I’m practically inside her mind, it’s a heady experience. It’s not that I can feel exactly what she feel, but.. I feel how she feels, feel that she’s aroused but not how the leather caresses her skin. Feel her anticipation, no trace of discomfort. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Satisfied, I join Garrick and the others at the large table, taking my seat at its head. “You’re all here, good.” I don’t acknowledge the wait or give any reason, I’m their Wingleader and they aren’t entitled to any information about my private life. However, that doesn’t keep Garrick from raising an eyebrow at me. He’s been here often enough to know the darkness covering half of my room isn’t natural. “I think Fourth Wing is doing well so far, but what do the reports say? Where can we improve?” I don’t care; the war games are stupid compared to what we face outside our borders. But it’s what’s expected of me.

As first the leader of my fire section and then her first squad leader start with their reports, I let my attention wander over to Violet. She might have enjoyed pulling this off so far, but… well, I wouldn’t want her to get bored with these progress reports now. With only the flick of a thought, some of the shadows around her become denser, thicker, more solid.

Let the fun begin.

. o O o .

Violet

My heart is beating in my throat, against the collar, as Xaden opens the door. A part of me expects they’ll all see me hanging here, naked and on full display, and even though I know Xaden would never let that happen, the thought is… weirdly thrilling. Knowing that there’s nothing but Xaden’s shadows keeping them all from seeing everything of me, and yet none of them know a thing, will notice what he’s going to do to me.

The feeling gets even more intense as Dain enters the room, a shockwave of emotions that I did not expect overwhelming me.

For so many years, I’d thought we’d end up together one day. It seemed inevitable, easy, perfect. And even during those first months here in the quadrant, I still thought that was where we were heading. But now, I know that we were never really on the same page. What he wanted was a sweet little scholarly doll to swoon over him, someone he could play protector for, someone who looked up to him and would never challenge him. He couldn’t accept that I might be strong enough to fend for myself, that I might not need him the way he wanted me to. And by now, I know he wasn’t what I wanted, either, even without considering Xaden as an alternative.

And then there’s the whole other thing with him knowingly and willingly choosing the wrong side of the war we’re in, but I can’t let my thoughts go into that direction. Not when we’re still supposed to be ignorant and have to play our parts to not give anything away.

Either way, having him here now in the same room while Xaden is surely going to drive me mindless with pleasure, and he won’t even know… Yep, there’s a certain kind of satisfaction to it I didn’t even consider.

“I’m okay,” I send in Xaden’s direction, belatedly. I vaguely remember him checking in on me and me lowering my mental walls to let him in, but it was only a blur to me amidst the overwhelming emotions.

His relief is tangible through our connection. “Good,” he sighs. “I wasn’t quite sure how to get rid of them all if you weren’t. Now, ready for some entertainment? But remember not to get too loud.”

I roll my eyesat the mischief in his voice, but directly suck in a breath when I feel movement against my legs. “What’s that?” I thought he would use his shadows to move his toys like he sometimes does when his hands are otherwise engaged, but this feels different. Almost as light as a breeze but more solid, more connected, like a snake winding its way across my skin yet with the clear sense of Xaden touching me.

My eyes widen as a the sensation appears at my shoulder as well, winding around my throat, then another curling around my waist. “Xaden?”

In my mind, I hear him chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s just me. You suggested I use my shadows to play with you, so… that’ what I’m doing.” An image appears in my mind, one he clearly sent my way. One that makes my blood heat beneath my skin, my guts clenching. It’s me, just like I am now, caught in his restraints but without the darkness that makes it impossible for me to see myself, highlighting the thick tendrils of moving shadows curling around my body. Just like the tentacles of a hungry beast, ready to devour me.

“A fitting comparison,” Xaden muses in my mind. “They are indeed hungry, hungry for your pleasure.”

With every word, the shadows move further along my body. They curl around my arms and legs, further keeping me from moving while at the same time caressing over my skin like feathers, teasing me without ever giving me a break.

“Hungry to taste you.”

There are what feels like half a dozen mouths all over my body, suckling and licking along my neck, my collarbone, my breasts and between my legs.

“Hungry for all the noises you can’t suppress.”

I moan into the ball gag as one shadow suckles on my clit, two others on my nipples. The sensation is sublime, intense, and I lean into it, the dull murmur of voices from Xaden’s meeting a strange thrilling background noise. They’re all just over there, about three yards away from me, conferring about boring statistics and facts while I bask in the pleasure Xaden’s shadows pour into my body.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Xaden coos into my mind. “Just give in and enjoy the show.”

. o O o .

Xaden

“…and that’s why, in my opinion, what my squad needs most to improve is more time on the flying field,” flame section’s first squad leader, Sören Acreman, finishes his report.

I nod, having only listened with half an ear at best. “I’ll take that into consideration, depending on what the others need. But I agree, your cadets don’t need much more time on the gauntlet anymore.” My eyes wander to the redhead sitting next to him, Rowan, but I barely listen as they start their report, my attention firmly on Violet and my shadows around her instead.

It’s a strange experience, but one I definitely want to explore further in the future, using my shadows directly to please her. I’ve done it before, but only on a much smaller scale, mostly stimulating her clit to get her off just when I want her to. And of course I always knew that I can kind of feel what my shadows feel, hard surfaces and small cracks, the warmth of light. But this is still more intense than I thought, not quite like touching her with my hands but something close, heightened by the fact that I can touch her at so many different places and in so many different ways at the same time.

There’s the roughness of her pebbled nipples as I suck on them, the softness of her thighs where I hold her open, the thrumming of her blood beneath the skin at her neck. The slickness between her legs, dripping out of her and along my shadow...

Fuck!

I have to fake a cough to suppress a groan. It’s a good thing I’m sitting and the table hides my lower half, because—fuck!—I’m harder than I’ve been in ages.

And yet, I can’t stop teasing her more. Summoning more shadows, I let them wind all around her body, gliding along her warm skin. Some are nothing but small tendrils, teasing the sensitive spots just below her ears or her palms, while others are just long, like snakes, constantly winding around her to heighten her sensitivity. Still others are bigger with rounded tips, formed by my subconsciousness no doubt, prodding at her holes but not penetrating her yet. There’s even one at her mouth, teasing her tongue through the gag, and the sense of arousal and anticipation I get from her…

…it’s nearly more than I can manage. I wish I could break the meeting off and send them all away, go and fuck her until she’s screaming, until I can’t hold back anymore, until I fill her up with my come, until I watch it dripping out of her, until—

I wince as someone kicks me beneath the table and Garrick throws me a reproachful look. Right… I should at least somewhat listen to these reports, if not because they’re important than out of respect for those who deliver them.

“I’m sorry, Rowan. Could you repeat that last question?”

They give me a strange look. “I said, since my squad is by far the smallest in Fourth Wing, it would be good if we could spar with others. Kira already agreed that we could form a truce for sparring together. Would that be okay?”

I glance at Kira, squad leader of tail section’s first squad, and she nods. “We would benefit from such a truce as well since the members of my squad all have the same fighting style. It would be good for them to get used to other styles, too.”

I nod. “Agreed. I’ll see that your times in the sparring gym overlap more.” I tell Kira to continue with her report, skipping claw section for the moment, and put in more effort to listen to them.

It’s a good thing my shadows are capable of following simple commands without me paying direct attention. But I still get distracted by the sense of pleasure and arousal I get from Violet and I also want to pay attention to her. I want to observe how she mewls and writhes, unable to stay still with the constant teasing. I want to feel the softness of her skin beneath my shadow touch, her breasts, her thighs, her hair. I want to feel her warmth as I slowly penetrate her, first her pussy, then her mouth, then her ass. And even though I’m moving slowly to not overwhelm her, constantly checking in on her, and also have the distraction of tail section’s second squad leader lamenting about some issues… I have to bite the inside of my cheek, hard, to not groan out loud as the sensation of all three of her holes clenching around me at ones goes straight to my cock.

I’m so fucked.

. o O o .

Violet

This is madness. complete and utter madness.

And I love it.

The idea of getting fucked by three cocks—or toys—at once always intimidated me. I thought it would be impossible to bear, too much, my mind circuiting and scattering at the overload of stimulation. And to be fair, I was kind of right. But also… not.

Or maybe it’s just something about Xaden’s shadows that makes it so easy, the way they stretch me but not too much, how they give in when I need them to, especially how the one in my throat fills me without making it harder to breath. How they seem more attuned to what I need than I thought possible, though that might come from Xaden being in my head as well.

Ultimately though, I don’t care, can’t even thing about the whys and hows. All I can do is at least try not to cry out too loud as all three shadow tentacles fuck into me at their own pace, seemingly uncoordinated yet weirdly fitting. How one thrusts in, hard, as the other slides along my sensitive insides and the third teases some hidden spots inside me. How they move my body this way and that, all those other shadows curling around me. How I’m completely helpless to their every whim, how they give and take. One is around my neck, squeezing just so to heighten my attention as a couple more play with my breasts, curling, squeezing, suckling, pinching. Others just glide across my skin, touching me everywhere and making my skin prickle, my blood thrumming in my veins. My head is spinning, unable to focus, one action never lasting long enough to get me closer to the edge but all together aiming to push me higher, higher, higher.

And all the while, there’s the constant buzz of background noises, leadership talking and debating, unaware of my predicament. If I had a thought to spare I might think they were arguing, someone from another section slamming their fist onto the table. But what tiny sliver of attention I can spare is on Xaden, on the prominent tent in his leathers, visible only to me at this angle.

Fuck, this is so hot.

“Xaden,” I moan into his mind as lust and arousal once again coil into a tight knot in my guts and my muscles are trembling from the tension and anticipation reigning over my body. “Xaden, please. I… I need…”

But Xaden brushes a gentle hand across my thoughts, soothing me. “Have a little more patience, Violence. I have a plan and I know you can take it.”

I mewl, my eyes rolling back into my head as his shadows pick up a little more speed, writhing and curling all around me, inside me. I bite down on the leather ball between my teeth, hard, do keep myself from giving in, to keep as quiet as I can. But no matter how hard I try, there’s still an endless stream of muffled sounds escaping from my chest, my throat, as the tension in my body becomes unbearable, sizzling beneath my skin.

I can’t come until Xaden let’s me no matter how high he pushes me, but… FUCK!

“XADEN!”

Outside, a singe lightning illuminates the night sky.

. o O o .

Xaden

As light flashes outside my window, followed by roaring thunder, I can’t keep my lips from twitching. Almost time.

“That’s enough,” I interrupt Kel, squad lead of second squad, tail section. “I understand your problems, but that’s not something we can solve now. I’ll talk with the other Wingleaders and then we can hopefully find a solution.”

“But—”

I cut off his complaints. “No matter what else you have to say, it won’t change that we can’t do anything about it tonight, and we’ve sat here long enough as is it. Garrick? What about claw section, any issues?”

Outside, another lightning cracks, and Garrick just gives me a disbelieving look and shakes his head. “No issues I know of. Jeanne, your report?”

The striking blonde leader of Garrick’s first squad rattles down names, times, and scores of her team, efficient as ever, and I’ve never been more grateful leadership put her into my wing than I am at this moment. Violet’s control is hanging by a silken thread by now, her noises barely containable by my shadows anymore. “Just a tiny bit longer,” I murmur into her mind. “You’re holding out so good for me. We’re almost there.”

Her reply is nothing but a wave of desperate need that would make my knees buckle if I wasn’t sitting already. Thankfully, Jeanne is done now. I nod at her, then let my eyes wander over to Aetos. It clearly irks him that he’s last in line, and I don’t even pretend I didn’t twist it that way on purpose. With a sour face, he stands up, arms folded behind his back and eyes straight ahead, that pretentious little git. He’s the only one who always insists on all formalities, just like his overambitious dad taught him.

“Are you ready?” My voice is teasing as I mentally stoke Violet’s arousal even further, and the answering lightning is timed just right to interrupt Aetos the moment he opens his mouth.

He frowns and glances at the window as a second and a third flash illuminate the sky with only a few seconds break between them.

“Juuust a moment, hold on.” — “What is it, Aetos, scared of a thunderstorm?” I drawl, a smirk plain on my face as he throws me a hateful glare. I lean back in my seat, and from the corner of my eye, I see Garrick roll his eyes, even though he can’t keep his lips from twitching, too. “Come on, give your report so we can be done here.”

With a grimace, he recomposes himself.

“Now,” I command. The tendril nestled against Violet’s lower belly moves, curling around her clit and rubbing it just how she likes, and the moment Aetos opens his mouth, all hell breaks loose.

Lightning illuminates the sky as if it were the middle of the day, strike after strike after strike as Violet comes undone. The following thunder is deafening, thankfully covering her screams as pleasure wrecks her, body and mind, and I can’t keep from groaning either, can’t keep my eyes from fluttering shut at the onslaught of sensations flooding our bond. So much stronger even than when our dragons are at it with how there’s no filter between us right now. I feel what she feels, and it’s nearly enough to make me come untouched. Fuck, so intense… I’m just glad that nobody pays me any mind as everyone flinches and stares outside, so my grunt and the way I clutch at the edge of the table go unnoticed.

For what seems like forever, the strikes keep coming as one orgasm seamlessly rolls into the next and the next, as I keep stroking that fire within her. On and on, I let my shadows push into her, suck on her, fill her until her body is shaking within its restraints, never giving her a break, and the euphoria I sense from her is mind-blowing.

I’ll definitely have to slip into her mind more often, in case she allows it.

It feels like several whole minutes must have passed before the pain of overstimulation leaking into Violet’s pleasure becomes too muhc even for her, and my shadows stop moving immediately. Outside, the lightning strikes fizzle out, too, and I have to grit my teeth to keep them on top of the table, to not reach for my aching cock and stroke myself to completion.

“Alright, thanks, Aetos. That was the most informative report you ever gave,” I grunt.

“But I—”

I shut him up with a shadow clamping across his mouth, no patience left to deal with him now. “The meeting is over. Everybody, out!”

Nobody hesitates to follow my order, not even Aetos or Garrick. Within seconds, my room is empty, the door closed, and before my shadows have the chance to withdraw completely, I’m at Violet’s side, loosening the gag.

“Fuck,” Violet gasps, her eyes fluttering as she tries to look at me. “That was… was… amazing.”

I grunt in agreement, fiddling with the ropes around her arms, but then give up and simply cut them apart with the dagger sheathed at my forearm. When I do the same with the ropes holding her legs, Violet giggles.

“This impatience is a new look on you. I think I like it.”

I huff a short pressed laugh. “You have. No. Idea.” I grunt as I loosen the ropes from her corset—it would be a shame to cut apart a rope of this length—and pull her against me and into a harsh kiss once she’s free of her restraints. She’s grinning against my lips and purposefully grinding her naked body against me, against my cock still aching beneath my leathers.

“Please tell me you’re not too sore,” I groan. My eyes are pressed shut, my forehead resting against hers, my hands twitching against her waist. I shouldn’t be putting this burden on her. As her Dom, it is my job to care for her, not the other way around. But—fuck!—after this show we put on, I need her, need to come so badly I can’t remember when I last left like this.

“I have a better idea.”

There’s a gleam in Violet’s eyes, and if I were in my right mind, I might get worried. But as it is, I can only groan as she slips to the floor in front of me, her clever fingers working my leathers open in an instant. The moment my cock springs free and her hand closes around my shaft, a shiver runs down my spine and I give up any resistance. I’m hers, always, forever.

She starts with teasing kisses along the underside of my shaft, and I nearly whimper. “Violet!” I implore. I don’t need gentle coaxing, not now.

“Hush,” she breathes into my mind as her pretty lips close around the tip of my cock. “I’ve got this.”

She certainly does. I know her mouth is as amazing as every other part of her, and I know I let her suck me off far too rarely, but—fuck!—does this feel good. The heat of her wet mouth, the way her tongue strokes along my shaft, how she suckles at the tip, humming at the constant dribble of pre-come she coaxes out of me. So fucking good. Within only two or three minutes, she has me at the edge of spurting down her throat, my hands loosely around her head to guide her as she bobs up and down my shaft, her throat clenching so deliciously every time she takes me deep inside her.

“Fuck, Violence,” I growl through gritted teeth, my fingers twitching in her hair. “Not gonna last much longer.”

She hums approvingly and beams up at me as she takes me down her throat completely, swallowing around me, and the wave of pleasure I sense from where our minds are still so closely connected is nearly my undoing. It mixes with my own lust burning low in my pelvis, so ready to explode that my vision darkens, singling in on where her lips are wrapped around me, bobbing and sucking until I… until…

I howl, disbelievingly, as Violet pulls back right before I come, cruelly dragging me back from the edge. “Shit! What? Fuck, I… I was so… so…”

“So close?” Violet offers when my brain isn’t able to provide the right words for me anymore. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” She flicks her tongue in little kitten licks against my weeping tip, her hazel eyes innocently blinking up at me. I can only stare at her, though, my mind empty as she suckles on my tip, then takes me into her mouth again, starting the whole game anew. Maybe, she’s right. Maybe, I deserve this tonight. But… fuck, I didn’t not expect her to turn on me like this.

“Do you want to come?” she asks when I’m again nearing the edge, my balls tight with need.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl, my fingers tightening in her hair. I fucking need to come. “Don’t you d—”

“Say please.”

I blink, taken off guard. “What?”

She pushes me deeper down her throat, swallowing around me and making me go cross-eyed. “I want you to say ‘please’,” she hums into my mind, mischief dancing in her every word. “I want you to beg for it.”

Fuck…

My breathing goes ragged, her demand pushing me right to the edge in an instant. Maybe I’ll repay her for getting so cocky, but not today. Today, she earned herself the compensation. And I’m too fucking needy to keep playing anyway.

“Please, Violet,” I groan, not having to put in any effort to sound desperate. “Please, let me come. Violet! Please!”

Violet whimpers, her body trembling as she pulls herself closer against me, her nipples rasping against the leather over my thighs. She takes me even deeper, her nose pressed against my pelvis, her throat so tight around me, her tongue stroking along the underside of my cock, and I fucking shatter.

My shout is a mix between her name and a curse as I come down her throat, my hands twitching against her scalp as she swallows me down. Her muscles keep moving along my length, and my knees nearly buckle. Fuck, this feels so good. How she keeps coaxing more out of me, unending, her hands massaging my balls until I’m entirely spent, my vision going hazy.

She keeps swallowing around me until I hiss, the pain of overstimulation never to my taste, then lets me slide out of her mouth. I catch sight of the string of saliva connecting her lips and my cock, but it breaks quickly as I slump to my knees in front of her, trying hard to catch my breath.

“That… that was…”

“Fucking amazing?” Violet supplies with a grin. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

Laughing disbelievingly, I shake my head. “Fucking amazing, indeed,” I groan against her lips after pulling her into a hard kiss. “You are, that is.”

After a few more minutes of catching my breath and enjoying having her in my arms, we eventually get back up on our feet. With a small flicker of regret, I take the collar, cuffs, and corset off her, then put all my playing gear away back into my armoire while she gets ready for the night again.

“This idea was fucking insane, by the way,” I say as I slip beneath the covers next to her. “I’m pretty sure Garrick will give me an earful about it tomorrow, and he wouldn’t be wrong. I wasn’t quiet as… erm… observant as I should have been.”

Chuckling, Violet cuddles into my side. “Oh, were you a little distracted? How awful.” Her expression turns a bit more thoughtful. “I actually didn’t register anything at all from your meeting. You could have planned to usurp the king, and I’d be none the wiser.”

For the fraction of a second, we share a knowing look, but don’t dwell on that topic.

“So, you didn’t see Aetos’ reaction, either? What a shame.”

Violet grimaces. “No. But you can tell me about that another time.” She moves until she’s propped up on her elbow, looking down at me. “Now, I’d rather talk about those shadows of yours.”

I blink at the shift in the tone of her voice, then disbelievingly shake my head, snorting. “You mean these?” I let the tendrils of shadow spring back to life around us, let them glide along her naked skin, beneath the covers.

“Y-yeah,” she gasps as I let them wander between her thighs, and her eyes flutter shut. “I… I think I didn’t really get what you could do with them earlier with everything happening at once.”

I chuckle and make myself comfortable, relishing in how her breasts rise and fall with her ragged breaths. “So you think we should explore their abilities further?” I ask after teasing her for a couple of minutes and let one shadowy tentacle push into her needy body. Her moan sends a shiver down my spine. “Fine, you’ve convinced me.”

With my mouth on her neck, nibbling and suckling on her delicate skin, I summon more shadows to tease her, basking in her sweet noises as I tip her over the edge into one of many more orgasms this night.

Insatiable little vixen.

. o O o .

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