#bd/sm handler

[goddexjuni]

[ori-anna-v-58008]

Rewarding A Sharpshooter

1,105 words - 4 min. read

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"You ready, cadet?" Handler asked.

You were still disoriented, stumbling through the halls of the station clinging to her arm - Normally you would be allowed time to sit in the cockpit and decompress after a mission, but you hadn't been allowed that time today. Instead, she unplugged you the second you got back and disabled your eyesight. She had guided you back to her quarters, her soft yet strong grip tight around your bicep.

"3… 2… 1… Okay!" [SIGHT PERMISSIONS RESTORED.]

Handler had made a massive change to her quarters. Beside her bed, where you normally slept, was normally nothing more than a thin blanket. That had been replaced with a small round bed, blue like the eyes of your own Handler, with a small dark purple pillow the color of your mech's hull.

You could hardly believe what you were looking at. It was absolutely perfect. You turned to Handler and could see her smile teasing the sides of her mask. You tried to come up with something to say, anything at all, but you had no words. Instead, you pounced on your Handler to wrap your bruised arms around her, nuzzling into her side. The automated contact countdown started, and you ran it to the very end. At the end of "[1…]", Handler used her beautiful, perfect gloved hands to push you away back to her side.

"I really get to have this?" You asked, your voice crackling with excitement. "See what 100% accuracy on a mission does for a pilot?" Handler joked. You laughed. "Go on, try it!"

You spared not a single second, bolting so quick across the floor that onlookers would think your toes were about to break off. You leaped into it hands first and crashed into it, meeting an incredibly plush surface. It was smaller than it looked; you had to hug your knees into yourself to fit. The slightly awkward posture was well beyond worth it for how comfortable it was; you swore you could fall asleep right then and there, but didn't, as you hadn't been ordered to. You could feel the bed's metal frame buried within it; by its strength and feeling you knew exactly what it was made out of. If you had a tail it would be smacking Handler's bedside table faster than you could reload your rifle.

"Is this - the frame, is it -" You begged with your eyes for her to let you say it.

"Go ahead," She smiled, sitting at the foot of her own bed and looking down at you, heeled boot crossed over heeled boot.

"Is this Thimble's hull?" You asked like it was all one word, practically pounding on it.

"It is. You deserve a proper reward for how good you've been recently!" Handler said. You watched her look at her gloved hand, then at you, then back at her hand. Her eyes darted to the sealed door, and she pulled her glove off. You hardly ever got to see her hands uncovered like this; her nails were painted the color of oxidized copper. They looked so soft, unmarred by countless broken bones like yours had been. Handler was, in every way, superior to you, right down to her immaculate fingertips.

Your hair was dirty and messy from your flight. So, you found it impossible to believe that when she reached over you that she could possibly be aiming to touch you. But she did. She placed her hand on your head, gentle as ever, and brushed your hair back into place with her palm. Nothing outside your mech had ever been so tender, so sweet, so kind.

She dropped her hand to the side and cupped your cheek. She pressed a tiny bit on your jaw, drawing your gaze up to her. All she did was look into your eyes for a while. It was hard to believe such a gorgeous, powerful woman as your Handler wanted anything to do with you, let alone to waste her valuable time just looking at you. But if she deemed it worthwhile, it couldn't be a waste.

She looked to the door again, breathing deeply. "You know I'm going to have to delete your log of tonight after this, correct?" She asked, her voice hitting that low register that made you shiver.

"Yes ma'am," you said, not skipping a beat. You couldn't remember her ever doing something like this before, but you trusted her to do whatever needed to be done. "Does that mean I get to find my bed again like it was the first time?"

Handler smiled under her mask like she was looking at an old picture. "Yes it does," she said, staring longingly into your eyes. Some thought danced across her beautiful eyes - she sucked something back. She shook her head, more at herself than at you, and pulled her mask from her face.

You had never seen a more perfect face in your life. She looked like a portrait from an ancient painting with soft, full cheeks and plush lips adorned with blue lipstick. She guided your neck up further. It strained, but you didn't care. Any and all pain was worth enduring for a single look at her impeccable face. She got closer and her face was more and more the only thing you could see.

[HEART RATE ABOVE NORMAL VALUES. NOTIFYING HANDLER.]

"Shh, it's okay," Handler whispered, her voice seeping into your entire system. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but you've done so good at this before. You'll be okay."

"But it's -"

"So much, I know," she held your head just a bit tighter, her other hand flitting over the bruises on your shoulder. "You said that last time."

You could feel her lips just barely grazing your cheek. Everything felt so, so hot, but if Handler said you could handle it, you could.

"And you'll probably say it again," she giggled, that sound that has launched a million bullets. She pressed her lips into your cheek, taking it slow to let you feel every single micrometer of her kiss. You and the station around you absolutely bloomed; Every tiny sensation was suddenly huge, sinking into it like the entire station was your little dog bed.

Handler sat up again, and you could feel the stamp of her lipstick on your cheek. You cherished it for every single second until she wiped it off with makeup remover from her bedside table. She then replaced her gloves and mask, fastened your ankle restraint to you, and grabbed a laptop from her table.

"Get some sleep, cadet."

[MELATONIN RECEPTOR SENSITIVITY INCREASED BY 300%.]

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[This story is in a file marked "Thimble". Other stories include:]

[Sniper Pilot]

[The Shooting Range]

[sonderpuppy]

i love being a puppy. i love being an overwhelmingly cute little guy that just likes to yap and whine and pant and chew and grind on my handler

[tales-of-iron]

Farewell

I sit on my chair and let the interface do its work. My mind splinters. Muddy afterimages of ballistics diagrams smear my vision as the screens die. I hold my breath and brace. My mind slams into the shell with him. He's in the pilot seat. His hands scramble over the controls as the frame rocks from impacts across the frame. Sizzles and sparks bloom across the screens.

Primary down.

He fires a salvo of rocks into the air. They arc and slam into the ground, throwing up smoke and concrete. He scrambles the frame down a derelict subway tunnel. Break neck turns one come one after another, putting distance between him and the pursuer. His reactor ticks and gasps as the boosters run cold.

Secondary down.

The canopy lights dim as the core spins down. Fans seize and sputter as they run dry.

Hey, pretty boy.

Velvet?

I place my hands on shoulders. His arms are slick with sweat and dirt. Pebbles cling to his skin. My dirty little doggie. I drift behind him, phasing through his chair. Ethereal, to all but him. A handler and their hound. I drape my arms over him and pull him into my chest. His frantic heartbeats slow as I run my fingers through his hair. His sweat sticks to my checks and gets my face. He starts up again.

I need to run a diag.

I deny him escape from my grasp.

You gotta let me work.

Leeto...both power banks are down. Those last few hits wrecked the banks and residual generators. I was running telemetry before impact.

That's why you're here?

Mhm.

I can figure something out.

Leeto. Fast or slow?

What about the tertiary battery? That might still work.

No.

Why?

You know I can't do that.

But...

Leeto. Fast or slow?

His shoulders go slack. He bundles up tight in the cockpit. Hands off the controls. First time in a while. The lights die as his power plant flickers out.

Fast.

Always pushing for the fun route.

Yes, sir. Can...can I ask for something?

You may.

Will you stay?

I planned to. Pick again.

I tap into the tertiary system and begin transmitting the sortie data. Acrid vapors fill my nose.

Velvet, did I do well?

Leeto. You served me well. Rest.

My vision smears. I'm hurling through the connection and colliding into my own flesh.

Why are my cheeks still wet?

[ateohsixxxx]

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞'𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊

—𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔱

𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩…

…𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊

[ateohsixxxx]

I would never put a shock collar on a dog.

A human though…

That’s a different story.

[ateohsixxxx]

hello…? is this thing on….?

*taps mic*

Uh, knives…?

Knives and Groping and Horny Puppy Weed

[ateohsixxxx]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊,

𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊,

𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊

[ateohsixxxx]

Blåhaj said you should smoke with us

[ateohsixxxx]

I don’t wanna be sad anymore, back to your regularly scheduled unhinged hornyposting.

Who wants to get stepped on and turned into a human jack-o-lantern?

Yes, we will fuck before/during/after.

[ateohsixxxx]

After this shit, I deserve a paw job.

[ateohsixxxx]

♡ ♡ 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮? ♡ ♡

[ateohsixxxx]

I took an edible and now I can’t stop thinking about clinging to your leg and resting my cheek on your thigh while I grind my cunt against your boot or something, idk, I’m just horny and buzzy and wanna nuzzle in while you pull and play with my hair and tease me for being such a needy puppygirl tbh 🥺 (The nebulous they should take away my internet access when I’m high, I always end up wanting to perform for someone’s amusement 😩 anyway god I can’t wait to see what else you’re posting, I’m legit feeling ready to buy myself a leash for this newfound kink just to reenact that gif, I’ve watched it so many times 😵‍💫)

-🌱

Cling to me tight, sprinkle in some kisses, maybe a lovebite or two while you’re down there, whimpering, and my hands will abbbbbsolutely end up in your hair.

“ Aww, look at you…so high and desperate you just can’t think, huh pup? Yeah? It would be pathetic…if it wasn’t so damn cute. ”

Buy a leash and a martingale collar. That’s what I’ll use when I finally get my hands on you.

horny + buzzy = mindless fuckdoll puppytoy

Careful what you wish for, I’ll have you licking your slick off my boot while I giggle and ask you condescendingly:

“ Who’s got you like this over nothing? ”

cause I haven’t even fucking touched you. Yet.