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romantichoneypie · 7 months ago

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Tasting you

Pairing:Nacha mikaelys X fem!reader

Warnings:18+ MDNI!,smut,Fluff,fingering,Oral sex,strapon,Undefined relationship.

Author's notes:This is my first request and I'm very happy with it!, I hope the person who ordered likes it.

Word Count:6.3k

You are Nacha's best friend, for a long time, actually, since your teenage years. You were college friends, both of you were studying gastronomy, and your friendship only grew when you decided to open a business together, a restaurant and, for the most part, a bakery. It was a great business, always busy, and it was great to work with what you love.

One thing that no one knew was that you had an interest in Nacha, but for a long time you just kept quiet. Nacha dated Francis Mosses for a long time, with whom she even had a daughter, Anastacha Mikaelys. Unfortunately, the relationship didn't work out very well and they were never really married, but they shared custody of Anastacha with Anastacha, spending the weekends with Francis.

Nacha was just beautiful, but that was never the main characteristic that you admired. She is very kind and enthusiastic, very sweet, and lately you and she have been in a kind of "relationship".

Nacha knew that you liked women and that she was bisexual, and then one day when you were walking with her to the building where you both live, before entering the door, she gave you a soft kiss on the lips and that was enough to make you happy for the rest of the week.

Many people would say that it is tiring and sometimes boring to work with the person you are in a relationship with, but it was just sweet when you saw her ask about how a cream she made turned out or about a new dish that could be added to the menu.

Today was one of those days, she was testing a new recipe, this time a fillet paillard recipe, you were making cakes like the cherry one.

"Hey honey, I want you to try this, I was thinking of putting it on the restaurant menu, it's fillet paillard, stuffed with emmental cheese, served with palm heart risotto with leeks" Nacha says almost calmly, she really loves cooking and it's almost therapeutic for her.

The dish looks beautiful and makes you want to try it. She hands you a fork with food for you to taste, and then you eat it and it definitely looks delicious.

"Hmmm... it's just delicious, my dear, I think it would be great to put on the menu." And that simple word makes Nacha extremely happy with it. She smiles and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and then takes the dish to taste it too.

"Hmmm, yes, it's delicious, I loved it. Let's put it on the menu when we update everything. Have you finished the pies yet?" Nacha asked and in the meantime you see her eating the dish she had prepared.

"Hmmm, we almost ran out of fillings for the pies, what's chocolate?" you say calmly, picking up the ingredients. The two of you always stayed much longer even after closing the restaurant to prepare tomorrow's things and tidy up some things like the kitchen, since the longer you two stayed there, the more items got dirty, even though everything had already been cleaned beforehand.

"Hmmm, I can help you then... I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher and dry them, I'll take the dish I made for Anastacha, it's starting to get late, isn't it?" Nacha said calmly. It was now about eight o'clock at night. The restaurant only opened until seven-thirty at night. You saw her taking one of the delivery packages and putting what she had made as a test in there.

Did you know that Anastacha studied at a full-time school where she stayed from seven-thirty in the morning until five in the afternoon. At that time, she was already at home watching one of the series she liked or reading something. Anastacha was an almost typical 14-year-old teenager who was usually ironic and didn't care much about things. This was just a facade. She loved it when her mother brought her dinner or when you, Nacha, you and her, stayed together at night.

"Hmmm, yes, if you want, you can go. I'll dry the board and lock everything up." You say calmly, starting to stir the chocolate filling that contains cocoa, condensed milk, and cream.

"Oh, of course not! I wouldn't let you do everything alone, and besides, if we do everything together, we'll finish faster." Nacha looks at you with those beautiful eyes. She has heterochromia, her right eye being blue and her left eye being green. She looked just adorable, and the freckles on her cheek only made her more charming in your eyes. She gently gives you a little kiss on the cheek, it was her way of showing affection.

And while the radio played with the songs that were playing on the radio she put the dirty slate in the machine while you make the filling and take the doughs preparing the filling and doing everything, after that nacha dries and you put the items away when the two of you finish it is around nine o'clock at night, but it is still comfortable to be together like this, spending time with nacha was one of your favorite things, when finally everything is finished you both make sure to grab everything to go to your car to the building you both live in.

You drive a 1951 Buick Super, it's just a beautiful blue car and quite good for its time. You open the door for Nacha to get in the seat next to the driver. "What a carvalheira you are." She laughs at that and quickly gets in the car, turning on the radio to see what's going on. No one was very interested in what D.D.D had to say. People were tired of this anomaly and general panic... in fact, it was quite common now to have people just to analyze if someone was a doppelganger everywhere before letting people in.

"I'm a very polite person... when I want to be and with the people I like," you say calmly, starting the car while listening to the song Nacha had chosen. It was "Eddie My Love" by The Chordettes.

"Don't you think this song is cute?" She says calmly as she looks at you, the seatbelt around her waist as she hums part of the lyrics.

"Hmmm... yeah, it's cute, it even reminds me of you, you like that kind of cheesy music" you say calmly as you drive the car, you only see Nacha laughing at that.

"You're not the most romantic person in the world, it's not cheesy, it's the style of music of the decade" Nacha says calmly, there was something about her eyes that made you go crazy, the sweet way they were and also how they sparkled, you couldn't get distracted or it would result in a crash.

"Hmmm maybe I'm not the most romantic person ever but I try, and besides that I like... Sometimes that kind of music because like I said, it reminds me of you" you say calmly and you can see her smiling out of the corner of your eye.

"You're very sweet when you want to be, just like the sweets you make" she says and you can feel her hand gently touching your leg, you give a slight shiver and take her hand away so it doesn't get in the way of driving.

"Speaking of sweets, did you get the cupcakes for Anastacha?" You see her smiling, she likes it when you think about her daughter, in fact it's quite sweet of you to think about her, you've known her for a long time since she was born, Nacha leans on the window looking at the night sky.

"Of course...she loves your cupcakes, almost more than the food I make" she answers you and then a comfortable silence hangs in the air that is filled with music during the walk to the residential building, before you park your car you have to go through the doorman, Henry who lets you in after a brief inspection and you park your car in the garage and Nacha gets what she brought for Anastacha.

"Do you think she's sleeping?" Nacha says as the two of you take the elevator, side by side she looks calm and you can only watch her, her manner is so sweet and so is she.

"Definitely not, if she's lying down she's definitely faking it, she must be reading or watching something" you say, you know very well that Anastacha has a slight obsession with manga and some main TV series, the ones that are shown more at night.

The two of you make your way to Anastacha's apartment and when you enter there you find Anastacha "sleeping" but with her eyelids trembling and she climbs onto the couch.

"I brought the cupcakes that Anastacha likes, too bad she's already asleep, I guess we can eat then" Nacha says just to get attention which always works because Anastacha just waits for night to taste what Nacha made.

"Hmmm... I'm not sleeping or anything" Anastacha quickly gets up, she has the usual dark circles under her eyes and unlike the uniform she usually wears she wears a long black blouse and shorts along with a pair of socks and her hair loose.

"You're always so quick when it comes to food, you're a little greedy you know that?" Nacha says and laughs a little, calling her to the table and Anastacha looks at you and gives you a small smile. If she knew anything, you feel like she would be the main ally in your and Nacha's relationship.

"You're always together... I wonder if it's tiring or something... You studied together, work together and live in the same building, that's a lot of closeness." Anastacha says and you know it's just her way of being. She sits at the table next to Nacha and you on the other side.

"Is that how you talk to someone, Anastacha?" Nacha scolds her gently and hands a plate to Anastacha, who has already taken one of the strawberry cupcakes you made. This makes you laugh.

"No, Mom, sorry... Good night... And by the way, your cupcake is delicious." This time she's more polite and you smile at the way she compliments the sweet treat you made.

"Thank you Anastacha, and there's no need to apologize, I already know your temperament" you say calmly taking one of the cupcakes you brought.

"You're a terrible example, you know? She has to eat food first and then eat the sweets" Nacha also scolds you and you just shrug.

Nacha realizes a little that Anastacha also had some of her habits, like usually saying "hmmm" before sentences and the fact that they were a little indifferent. Anastacha also had a lot of Francis, like her. "She lived with two little ants." Nacha says and you, Anastacha, finish her cupcake quickly, and she opens the package to see what Nacha brought.

"What did you make that was good, mom?" She says and starts putting it on the plate without even knowing what it is, because she knows that no matter what it is, it will be delicious.

"It's fillet paillard, stuffed with emmental cheese, served with heart of palm risotto with leek. I'm thinking about putting it on the menu when we renew the list of dishes," Nacha says calmly and then rests her face in her hands, waiting for Anastacha's reaction when she tastes it.

"Hmmm... it sounds fancy, and it looks delicious," Anastacha says and cuts a piece of fillet and eats it with the risotto and everything. You hear Anastacha say a sigh.

"it's perfect, just delicious, I could eat a lot" Anastacha says while eating what Nacha finds a bit rude and scolds her.

"my dear, you eat with your mouth closed and don't talk with your mouth full" Nacha says calmly and takes the cupcake that was left, which was hers, it was just cute to see the two of them talking.

"hmmm...or whatever" she says as soon as she swallows what she was eating, the three of you talk for a bit until Anastacha finishes.

"hey I need help with my history homework...I kind of put it off until the last day and if I don't do it I'll lose my visa" Anastacha says so casually that Nacha just sighs, Anastacha really didn't have much time to do her homework since she was studying full time.

"I can help you with that. History was my favorite subject in high school. Come on, I'll help you." You offer and see Anastacha picking up her notebook, her book, and her pencil case. Meanwhile, Nacha was washing the blackboard that was left behind. She just thought it was cute how you and Anastacha usually interacted.

"We're studying the independence of the United States, like the purchase of territories and treaties," Anastacha says and sits down next to you at the table to start studying.

"Hmmm...this subject is easy. I remember a little about it. I'll give a general explanation. The process of independence of the United States was made from the purchase of territories, such as the annexation of Texas, which ended up resulting in a war between Mexico and the United States over the territory." The two of you continue studying together and answering the questions in Anastacha's activity. Right after that, she closes her notebook. You saw Nacha drying the dishes and then going to the bathroom to take a shower and change her clothes.

"It's ten thirty at night, Anastacha. It's time to go to bed, isn't it?" Nacha says, and Anastacha sighs. She reads, taking and picking up her notebook and book.

"Okay, good night, mom. Good night (y/n)." Anastacha calmly smiles and, as she passes by, receives a kiss on the top of her head. When she goes to her room, Nacha stays by her side.

"Thank you for helping Anastacha with her homework, you're just cute doing it" Nacha says calmly, she wears a light blue nightgown and her hair is braided, she gently approaches and gently touches your leg.

"Don't be like that, I love Anastacha and I'll help you with these little things as much as I can" you say and smile you can see Nacha starting to play with your hair and smiling.

"You do a lot for me, you know?" she says and you feel her getting closer, a soft kiss on your lips is transferred, but you were never one to be satisfied, you deepen the kiss exploring Nacha's mouth and also gently caressing her waist.

"Hmmm... I would do anything to please you" you whisper during the kiss and just feel her smile, she gently stops the kiss and caresses your hair.

"It's really a shame that you can't sleep here, you know? But tomorrow Anastacha won't be here, but at Francis' apartment we can stay together" Nacha says calmly in a low tone as she rests her head on your shoulder and smiles, enjoying the comfort of your body.

"Hmmm yes, it's a shame and I think I should go to my apartment, it's getting late and tomorrow we have to wake up early, right? Yes, I shouldn't but I'm glad that Anastacha isn't here" you say laughing softly so as not to disturb Anastacha's sleep, you just lean in even more for a soft kiss on the lips and gently stroke Nacha's red hair.

"So I hope to see you tomorrow night my beautiful, and I have a surprise for you my love, tomorrow I'll show you" Nacha says calmly giving you soft kisses on your cheek which only makes you laugh.

"Can I know what the surprise is or do I have to wait until tomorrow?" you say calmly and Nacha smiles.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, my beautiful one" Nacha says, laughing a little and feels you pulling her into your arms and both of you, you and she, like it.

"You're cruel, you know? You're going to make me curious just because you want to... but regardless, I'll end up seeing it" you say, laughing a little, and then you pass by, "Why aren't you going to tell me what it is?" you say calmly, and then you get up from the chair. You let out a sigh and look at her.

"Good night, my dear. Go get some rest... we'll see you tomorrow. I love you." The last part is whispered calmly in her ear, and you give her a light kiss before actually leaving for your own apartment, accompanied to the door by Nacha. The two of you were almost neighbors.

"Good night, beautiful," you say calmly, and steal a soft kiss on her lips, which only makes her blush slightly.

When you enter your apartment and go to take a shower, you just let out a sigh. Take a hot shower and leave the bathroom, changing into something warmer and more comfortable. You just throw yourself on the bed, then hug the pillow and start a comfortable dream.

The morning dawns and the sun enters through your window, hitting your body and your eyes in the morning. You just sigh at that. Your alarm clock has just gone off, indicating six in the morning. You get up and the first thing you do is make your bed, then take a shower and get dressed, changing into those tailored pants that you like. It was great to be able to wear pants, even though it was normal for a woman to wear dresses. You put on a black turtleneck, let your hair down, and then go downstairs to the kitchen.

Usually the first people to open the restaurant are some of the employees. You and Nacha work with eight other people: two waiters, who play tambourines, two more people in the kitchen, one assistant, and a receptionist who checks IDs and reservations. It was a great team, ideal for keeping the pace of the exceptional and fast restaurant going.

You eat only something basic in the morning, an omelet with cheese, bread, coffee with milk and also a portion of grapes with yogurt and then you brush your teeth, you go out the door of the house after grabbing your bag and simply knock softly on Nacha's door and you are greeted by Anastacha who is already changed and eating an apple.

"Good morning Anastacha, where is your mother?" you ask softly and Anastacha makes way for you to enter the apartment, it was common for you to give Nacha and Anastacha a ride.

"Good morning or anything, my mother is just finishing getting ready, can you wait a little?" Anastacha speaks in a calm tone, you sit down and look at the clock on the wall, it says seven fifteen in the morning.

"Oh, I'm going, honey. I'm just packing my bag." You hear Nacha talking and you wait a little while and then she comes out of the room and gives you a smile. She's wearing a light blue dress with white stripes and her hair is half down and half tied in a kind of ponytail. The makeup she uses is mascara and lipstick. She doesn't need much to be pretty, she's just gorgeous. Her freckles are adorable on her face.

"I'm going to get my bag so we can go," Anastacha says and you approach Nacha. You smile and the two of you just give a quick kiss.

"You're just gorgeous, you know that?" You whisper in her ear and you both gently smile at each other and she gently holds your hand with her gloved one.

"We can go now, right?" Anastacha says, already with her bag on her back, and you gently let go of Nacha's hand and the three of you go down to the garage. The door opens and you get in your car to drive to the desired locations.

"Can I put on some music?" Anastacha speaks calmly and you nod, the three of you are wearing your seatbelts and Anastacha leans forward to choose a song.

"God only has sweet music on the radio" Anastacha says and then puts on "Mr. Sandman" mainly to please her mother and also because the music is good.

The road is calm until you arrive and stop in front of Anastacha's school. She gets out of the car and waves to you and Nacha, she seems calm about it.

"See you later, dear" Nacha says calmly and then gives her daughter a soft kiss on the cheek.

"See you mom" she says quickly and just lets her mother kiss her cheek, and enters the school joining a group of friends after getting the key from her mother.

After that you two continue on your way to the restaurant and it is already open, clean and ready for breakfast time, you and Nacha put on your aprons and go to the kitchen to start working.

In a way the day goes on comfortably with the two of you working mainly inside, the routine was a little tiring but it was also good to have the little radio playing music while You cook, nacha and always focused on what you do and you love making sweets.

And so the day goes by faster than usual due to the speed of the flow of people in the restaurant, the two of you then leave the restaurant earlier to enjoy the night, you again take Nacha into the car that continues to keep a secret.

"Okay, that sounds interesting, now I'm even more excited for us to see it" you say laughing a little at that and you smile barely knowing what Nacha prepared.

"I'll call Anastacha when we get home, I barely spoke to her today" Nacha is always sweet with Anastacha which you just find cute about her.

"Okay... she's at Francis' apartment right?" you say calmly arriving at the apartment and she nods her head, the two of you arrived at the building and apartment.

"Yes, it's going today, Saturday and Sunday, I love my girl and I like having her close" Nacha says calmly and the two of you follow the path to her apartment, inside the apartment you both just hold each other's hands during those little moments until you reach her floor.

"I don't feel like cooking, but that's why it's good to just be a chef," Nacha says, showing you one of the food packages. You just laugh at that and approach her, putting your arms around her waist.

"You're an intelligent woman, you know that? And I missed my secret girlfriend," you whisper softly in her ear, and you can see her blush.

"I missed you too, my love... How about you put the dishes together while I talk to Anastacha?" She says calmly and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before letting go of your embrace to go to the phone and call Anastacha, who answers after a while.

"Hi, mom, is everything okay?" Anastacha asks calmly on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I just wanted to see if you got there... Are you okay? Oh, and while you're there, don't sleep late and don't stay up all night," Nacha says, and while you're doing that, you start putting the dishes together for both of you. You smile at that.

"Sure, Mom. Don't worry. Good night." Anastacha says, then hangs up the phone and puts it back in its place. Nacha approaches you. She lets out a soft sigh and then gives you a sweet kiss on the lips.

"She's fine. I just don't like it when she leaves the house." Nacha says, and you gently start to caress her curly red hair.

"Don't worry. She's fine and she's with her father. Nothing's going to happen." You say calmly, gently wrapping your arms around her waist, and giving her a soft kiss.

"I know that, but let's eat. I want to enjoy being together." Nacha says, and then you smile and pull out a chair for you both to sit down.

"What's for dinner tonight,chef ?" Nacha asks, laughing, and you smile. If there was a boss, she was the boss. Meanwhile, you're there opening a bottle of red wine for the two of you to drink.

"Codfish soufflé, served with rice and arugula salad, and the only chef here is you," you say calmly, taking two plates, filling them up, and then placing one near her and sitting down.

"I know that...because I'm the only one who can order you around, right?" she says in a calm, almost sweet voice, and you can feel her leg against yours under the table.

"You've never been so right in your life," you say calmly, and it doesn't happen often, but your face is slightly flushed.

"Very well, I like it that way...a toast?...for finally having some time alone," she says, and you laugh a little. After the toast, a comfortable silence hangs over you and you both start to enjoy the meal in front of you.

"Did you get dessert?" you ask Nacha as you collect the plates.

"No, but there's ice cream in the freezer," she says calmly and walks over to you, helping you by taking small scoops, and you put the strawberry ice cream there.

"Hmm, did you know that strawberry is my favorite?" You say calmly as you eat the ice cream and you can see Nacha smiling and approaching you.

"Hmm, of course I know what your favorite is, I always know" She says and puts her arms around your neck, pulling you into a kiss, a sweet kiss with a strawberry flavor, which as the seconds go by gets even deeper, your tongue rubbing against hers while the taste of the strawberry flavor is there.

"Ice cream is even tastier when it's on your lips" She says and you feel her caressing your hair and then she pulls away and continues eating her ice cream.

"I agree with that more than one hundred percent" You whisper in her ear causing a shiver and she laughs softly.

"Hmm my love, I'm going to take a shower now, can you wait a bit?" she says in a sweet tone and gently fidgets with her necklace.

"Of course, I need one too and I'm going to wash the dishes too" this makes her smile and she gives you a kiss on the lips and moves to the bathroom and in the meantime you wash and dry the dishes, after putting them away you go to your own apartment to take a shower.

You already had an idea of what Nacha's surprise might be, a new lingerie of the kind you love to see on her body... probably that.

You take your own time to shower, washing yourself well and after that putting on a black bra and panty set, you dress in fabric shorts and a plain black button-up blouse and let your hair dry, in addition to brushing your teeth, after you leave your apartment and enter Nacha's you hear her speak.

"Lock the door and come here to my room" she says and you obey, locking the door and making your way to her room.

You get there and you come across Nacha there, she is wearing dark blue lingerie with lace, a garter belt with long stockings and a corset of the same color and with her hair loose, she looks simply beautiful.

"What do you think? You are making me nervous, don't say anything!" she says and you need a moment to close your mouth because you were already salivating.

"Oh my God, you are just beautiful, just... perfect" you say and then you come closer and then you put your arms around her waist and start to caress the sides of her body and you can feel her skin shivering at the touch.

"I'm glad you liked it... I bought it thinking of you" she says calmly and then puts her arms around your neck, leans in and kisses you on the lips, you ask for passage which she gives you immediately, she holds the back of your neck and just kisses you back, exchanging a heated kiss, and little by little you move to take her to the bed, the two of you reach the edge and start kissing each other even more, a slight pause is given so you both can breathe.

"I missed you so much, I missed being with you, making love to you" Nacha says the two of you are kissing and you feel Nacha taking off your blouse, unbuttoning it while you kiss her neck listening to her noises softly.

"I miss you too, I miss touching you and kissing you" you say calmly and you gently start to bite her neck.

"I have another surprise for you...but this one I want to know if you're comfortable with" Nacha says calmly and you start to take off her corset, she looks beautiful, you gently remove the fabric from her body and then start to caress her collarbone.

"You're just beautiful, I feel bad taking your clothes off, your body is beautiful, you can show me that" you say calmly and she moves a little and you let her get off of each other, you see her going to her closet.

"I'm a little embarrassed right now" Nacha says and picks up a box you're just a little confused by this and she sits down next to you.

"It's okay, I'm just curious about it."

"It's a toy... I bought it, but I want to know if you're comfortable with it," Nacha says and opens the box. Inside there's a strap-on, a leather belt with an opening to fit the dildo. You feel a little excited about it. The dildo is quite large, about 17 centimeters long and slightly thick.

"Wow... It looks good. Do you want me to use it on you?" You say calmly and look at her. She gently caresses your cheek.

"Exactly... Are you comfortable with this?" She says calmly. You start to take off your shorts and panties. You then take the strap-on and fit it around your waist. You see Nacha moving around and she fits the dildo into your belt.

On the one hand, you want to laugh a little at this, but on the other hand, it's exciting and it also looks good on you. "This looks interesting," you say and you can see Nacha leaning over to give you a soft kiss on the lips. You gently hold her waist.

"You look beautiful, you know? I liked that" Nacha says, she really seems embarrassed about it but still excited, you two have already shared desires and well this was one of Nacha's.

"I won't deny it, I'm excited about it" Nacha listens and laughs a little at that, you feel her moving her kisses down to your neck and chest, she sucks your nipple and with her hand she massages the other one, you like that your breasts are sensitive.

"I want to suck you" she says with a sensual and slightly husky tone, she looks at you with those beautiful eyes and you let out a sigh.

"Go ahead" you say and she smiles, Nacha gently pushes you to the edge of the bed and she kneels, you gently pull her hair gently bringing her in for a kiss before anything else.

"I love you," Nacha says after kissing you and then she bends down and starts sucking the toy. You can't exactly feel it, but the sight is exciting, and it's also exciting because the strap-on has a small vibrator that also makes you feel stimulated.

"I love you too, my beautiful," you whisper softly and gently guide her head, gently moving it against the base of your member. Your fingers curl in her curls.

The small wet noises filling the air, in a way, serve to lubricate the toy when it goes into Nacha. You love seeing her like this, and you gently move your own hips against the direction of her mouth.

"Hmmm...." You hear a small noise coming from Nacha's lips and she removes the member from her mouth and gently starts to caress it. One of her hands wraps around the length and her other hand goes to your thighs, gently scratching and massaging them.

"You're so beautiful... You drive me crazy, you know that?" You whisper and see Nacha moving. She gets up and then sits on your lap and gently strokes your hair.

"You're so sweet, my love... I need you," Nacha whispers and you give her a soft kiss on the lips. Then you lay her down. You climb on the bed and gently start to remove her bra. While you kiss her neck, your hands slide down to remove her panties, without removing the garter belt.

"You're such a sweet woman... more perfect than anything," you whisper and kiss her belly until you reach her intimacy. You gently separate her thighs and fit yourself there. You want to get her body ready for you.

"Oh God... that's it," Nacha says, and then she holds your hair, guiding you to where she wants you most. You feel her already being so wet.

"You're so wet... so hot, I love it, I love your body" you whisper against her intimate area and then you gently lick her pussy, your lips wrapping around her clit, your tongue focuses on sucking the length and then you do exactly how she likes it, you gently fit your tongue into her entrance and then you start holding her thighs and start going fast and as deep as possible into her pussy.

"Oh my love that's it, you're great like this... I love your tongue but I need your fingers" Nacha asks and then you give it to her, you gently remove your tongue from her entrance and you gently fit two of your fingers inside her starting to penetrate her going deeper with your slender, long and slightly thick fingers you only feel her getting even wetter, your mouth gently licks her clit.

"Hmmmm... I'm almost there my love, almost there for you" she says and you become more and more determined to get her there, sucking and licking as well as making your fingers go deeper.

"Yes, yes, that's it, oh my love, I'm cumming," Nacha says in a hoarse voice, and her body trembles a little. Her thighs tighten a little around your face, and then you hold her thigh. The liquid comes out of her body in abundance. You lightly feel her taste, bittersweet and tasty as always.

You leave her and then lean over, giving her a kiss on the lips. You gently caress her hair and fit between her body, and she wraps her legs around your waist. You fit your cock inside her and then you start moving.

"You're delicious, you know?" you say, and then you move and see Nacha letting out sighs and small moans.

"Ooh, that's it, it feels so good inside me... you're wonderful," Nacha says between moans, and you feel her moving against you and the small vibrator making you feel so wet, and you feel yourself getting close to coming, but you just focus on giving Nacha pleasure.

"That's it, my love. I love it. I can feel you squeezing me, you know?" You whisper softly and then lower your head and start kissing her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples. Her walls welcome your member and you can feel the warm sensation of her body.

"Hmm oh (y/n) that's it, I'm so sensitive... I'm coming" Nacha almost feels embarrassed for cumming so fast and you just feel good giving her pleasure and your pleasure which only makes you feel even more stimulated.

After a few more thrusts Nacha cums and so do you. You gently continue moving inside her prolonging her orgasm and after that, both you and she are tired.

"hmmm... I loved that my beautiful" you whisper softly and then gently kiss her forehead. Nacha rests her head on your chest and gives a soft kiss there.

"Hmmm... I feel so good, thank you for this, and I want to show you something" Nacha says calmly and opens one of the drawers of the dresser next to the bed, and takes out a necklace with a ring as a pendant, you smile at that.

"I bought this for you because well...we don't have a very well-defined relationship, but I want you to know that I love you and that for me you are my girlfriend and my love" she says and approaches you and puts the necklace around your neck and hugs you

"Did you really like my love?, the surprises I gave you today?, I've been thinking about it for a long time" Nacha says and gently touches your hip removing the toy from your waist and setting it aside to be sanitized and cleaned later, because at the moment the only thing she wants is to sleep with you and rest.

"I loved everything you did today, you were nothing but sweet to me" you whisper and pull her to your chest and you gently stroke her hair.

"I'm happy with this..., I'm sleepy, can we sleep?" Nacha says with a sleepy and tired voice the day was long and definitely enjoyable.

"Let's go to sleep my beautiful, good night" you whisper and then you feel Nacha's body relaxing over time and you also fall asleep.

The night goes on calmly with the woman you love sleeping on your chest, your girlfriend, your love.

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kitty-is-writing · 2 years ago

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Happy Pride Month all!

This year I finally got around to finishing some of my LGBTQ+ themed shorts, based in the same world as my novels. All of these are canon to the Drenius books, bits of character background and slice-of-life stuff that I couldn't fit into the main storylines.

The first one focuses on Alex and Dan, two loving husbands who run a tavern in a remote village. Hope you enjoy reading about these two.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

It was always so quiet in the mornings, Alex thought. The only sounds were the faint chink of dishes in the kitchen, and a distant mumble of people outside. Of course, the lack of paying guests at the moment contributed to the near silence. When they had people staying in the upstairs rooms, there was usually some thumping and conversation as they got up, packed if they were leaving that day, and headed down for breakfast. He enjoyed having guests, for the company and the stories they shared more than any income, but it was also nice to have quiet mornings sometimes. It gave him a chance to get all the tables polished in peace, and spend some time with Dan.

“Lex, honey, did you want your eggs fried or scrambled today?” Dan called through from the kitchen.

“Scrambled please,” he replied. Dan made the best scrambled eggs, with a sprinkle of grated cheese and some spices mixed in. They’d talked about opening for breakfast a few times before, serving some simple meals and hot drinks early in the day, but always decided against it. The first couple of hours of the day were their own, and neither of them was willing to share that time with anyone else.

He had just finished the second last table when Dan pushed the rickety breakfast trolley through, loaded with steaming plates, crumbling pastries, chilled juices and the morning’s papers. “Here we are. A good breakfast for a good day,” said Dan, setting things on the last unpolished table.

Alex smiled and put the cleaning things aside. This was their little ritual, Alex cleaned while Dan cooked, and once it was ready they sat together to enjoy each other’s company in peace before opening to the rest of the village. “It looks delicious. Did you try something different with the bread? It looks a bit more golden around the crust than your usual recipe.”

“It’s a new glaze, just a thin coating of spiced honey brushed over the top before baking. I thought it might make nice toast,” Dan replied as he cut off a few slices. “Let me know what you think, I might add it to the menu.”

“Mm. It’s good, reminds me of that mead they make over in the next village,” Alex said. “Sweet enough for flavour without being over sweet, and just right on the spice. Clove and cinnamon?”

“With a tiny hint of ginger for warmth. I’m thinking it might work nicely on some cakes for the winter, too,” said Dan, opening one of the papers then immediately closing it. “Nope. No bad news for me today, thanks.”

Alex looked over. “What is it?” They had newspapers delivered from both Aglendale and Oakshire, via a small courier service that worked along the border.

“Looks like King Francis is being a bastard again,” Dan replied. “Have a read if you like, I’m not going to make myself upset with the details.”

One of the Aglendale papers, the Apex Gazette, was closest to Alex. “Foolish Frankie Forfeits Friendships? Nice alliteration there,” he said, pulling it over to scan the article. “Apparently he’s insulted one of Nakata’s Imperial Princes. ‘Lard-bellied snot goblin’, they’ve quoted here, that’s an interesting phrase.”

Dan snorted into his tea. “Which Prince? I know a few of them are slightly portly, but I wouldn’t say lard-bellied. Or snot goblin, whatever one of those is supposed to be.”

“The one who was engaged to Princess Alicia, according to this. Nice looking guy, at least in this picture.” Alex turned the image towards Dan.

“Not bad. Little skinny for me personally, but I can see the appeal. Oakshire’s papers are a bit less flattering of him, though.” Dan nodded towards the paper he had first picked up, its headline screaming ‘Princess Engaged to Deviant Foreigner’. “Not sure if that’s a smear campaign of if he’s really bi or something, but it looks like they’re pushing the whole pervert angle again.”

Alex dropped the Gazette on top of it, covering the headline. “Nice. I’m so glad we got out of there when we did.”

“Same here. I do miss the bustle of Falridge, though. Maybe we could take a break sometime, close up for a week or so and go visit some of the elves’ cities?”

“That’s not a bad idea. It’s usually quiet in late spring, maybe then? Sapphire Falls is supposed to have some amazing views, or there’s Agate Cove on the south coast, if you’d rather go for a seaside trip.”

Dan nodded thoughtfully. “Either is good. Maybe both, if you feel like a bit of a road trip. We could hire a car, spend some time sightseeing along the way as well. Or we could go mad and take a whole month, travel the length of the country. I hear there are some great hiking trails in Points’ End,” he said.

“Now there’s a plan I can get behind. We could get someone to take care of the inn if we’re going for that long, too,” Alex said. “I’ll ask around, see if anyone could step in temporarily. Or just close the place and hire someone to keep the rats away. It’s not like we do a roaring trade at the best of times, little village like this. I’m sure the locals can feed themselves for a month.”

They finished breakfast, and Dan disappeared back into the kitchen to start on the day’s prep work. Alex cleared away the plates and polished the last table, hanging the assorted papers on the rack beside the bar. Most of the Oakshire papers tucked towards the back, folded so that the headlines screeching about ‘deviants’ were not immediately visible. Neither of them needed to be looking at those words all day, having heard them more than enough throughout their lives. Hopefully tomorrow the press would have found something else to be outraged about.

#short story #my work #lgbtq+#gay pride #lgbtqia #pride #pride month #queer #original writing #Kitty's short stories

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thearvariblues · 4 years ago

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Sing Me a Song

“You Geralt of Rivia’s bard?”

Jaskier looks up from his notepad and grins at the man who’s just sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Technically, I used to be,” the bard says, taking a sip of his ale. “We had a tiny misunderstanding last year. I’m sure he’s gonna be fine, though, I’m just giving him some time to cool down and wallow in self-pity.”

Jaskier frowns, because his brain has finally caught up with his mouth and informs him that even though the man who asked the question is very pretty (and he is – a bit short, but lean and clearly very agile, brown-skinned, with dark, wavy hair and stunningly unnatural green eyes), he also has got two big, scary swords strapped to his back, way too many scars and has, in fact, only one green eye, the other being covered by an eye patch, presumably missing.

And then there’s the Cat school medallion on his chest.

As Geralt would say… fuck.

“Unless you’re here to kidnap me and torture me to lure him into a trap. If that’s the case, I’ve never met a Geralt of Rivia in my life. Also, if you harm a hair on my head, he will hunt you down and kill you, very slowly and painfully. Just a heads up,” Jaskier smiles, utterly failing to sound at least a little bit threatening.

“Thanks for the warning,” the Witcher laughs. “But I actually need you to write me a song.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid this bard already has a Witcher to praise,” Jaskier protests, shaking his head firmly.

“Ugh. Who says I want praise?” the man says, making a face. “I just can’t seem to find a friend of mine, so I need to make him find me.”

“With a song? Do I look like a fucking pied piper?” Jaskier smirks.

“A little, yeah.”

“Fair enough. What’s in it for me?”

“What do you think is going to happen once Geralt hears that his bard has found himself a new muse?” the Witcher grins.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, chuckling. “Oh, but that’s good.”

“Are you in, then?”

“Absolutely. And, uhm… What did you say your name was?”

“By the gods, where are my manners?” the Witcher laughs. “I’m Aiden.”

Geralt places two tankards of ale on the table and sits down with a grunt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, Wolf,” his brother Lambert smirks and promptly pulls one of the tankards closer. “Because that almost sounded like Vesemir when he’s trying to get up from his chair.”

“You’re so fucking funny,” Geralt murmurs.

“I know, right?” Lambert grins, tucking a strand of curly red hair behind his ear. “So, how’s life on the Path without your beloved bard?”

“Not my bard.”

“So pretty fucking terrible, eh?” Lambert chuckles.

“Fuck off, Lambert.”

“You’re being very nice and friendly today, you know?”

“I bought you a drink. So shut up and… drink.”

Lambert shrugs and for once does what he’s told. Within a few seconds, half of the tankard’s content vanishes.

“If it’s any consolation, life without my Cat is also pretty fucking unbearable,” he says then.

“Hm.”

“Oh, really, Geralt? You’re using your famous hm against me? Me, your brother?!”

Geralt groans.

“By the gods… Why can’t I just run into Eskel for once? Why does it always have to be you?”

“You’re just lucky, I guess.”

“Lucky. Yeah.”

Lambert rolls his eyes and focuses on his ale again – until the local bard grabs his lute and starts playing a slow, romantic ballad. Lambert growls.

“Fuck, I hate that song!”

“Why?” Geralt blinks, because he’s never heard the song before, and to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t really sound that bad.

“A brown-skinned woman with dark hair who’s seemingly killed, then comes back to life already plotting her revenge, only to find out that her lover’s already avenged her? Always reminds me of Aiden.”

“Aiden wasn’t exactly… A woman, was he?”

“He also hasn’t come back to life, as far as I know,” Lambert mutters.

“Who wrote it?” Geralt frowns, listening carefully. “It sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Some Master Dandelion. Never heard of him, but it seems he’s very popular now.”

“Hmmm…”

“Oh, not again!” Lambert groans.

“It just… It really does sound like Jaskier’s song.”

“You just fucking miss the bard, Geralt, that’s all.”

“No. No, I actually think…”

“That might be exactly the problem,” Lambert says and places his empty tankard back on the table. “The second round’s on me.”

“Seems like your plan’s not working as intended,” Jaskier comments. He’s spent weeks traveling with Aiden, and they still haven’t even heard about another Witcher trying to find them.

“I’m aware,” Aiden mutters, chewing his dinner without even noticing its taste – which is, honestly, probably for the best. “Could you be, like… less subtle?”

Jaskier shrugs.

“I suppose.”

“Fine,” Aiden nods. “Do it.”

“It’s a man now,” Geralt frowns, listening to the song he’s heard countless times already. “That’s new.”

“Looks like Master Dandelion might like to, uhm, dual wield,” Lambert snorts.

“It still sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Does Jaskier like to dual wield?”

“Hmm,” Geralt says dreamily.

“All the more reason to apologize, then, eh?”

“Oh, shut up, Lambert…”

“Still not working!” Aiden groans. He’s been waiting for three months for his Wolf to find him, and to no avail.

“I could, you know… Try something more obvious,” Jaskier offers.

“Please.”

“It’s a cat now,” Geralt blinks. “Dark-skinned, dark-haired… cat.”

Lambert sighs.

“Yeah, I hate those fucking metaphors.”

“I’m starting to think I should have just… kept trying to find him,” Aiden sighs, staring out of the tavern’s window.

Jaskier, cheeks still flushed from his performance, downs his ale and shakes his head.

“Don’t give up hope just yet,” he says. “I’ve already made a few changes to the song.”

“Oh, have you?” Aiden smirks. “Does it now say Lambert, I’m alive you moron, stop hiding and fucking find me?”

“Well, not yet… But almost.”

“Great. I can’t wait to hear it.”

Lambert is staring at yet another local bard singing the fucking ballad. He doesn’t even blink. Geralt is getting a little worried that his brother’s brain might have actually exploded.

“It says a Cat Witcher now,” he says, hoping it would get a reaction out of Lambert.

The redhead finally blinks. That’s probably good.

“A Cat Witcher who comes back to life only to find out his Wolf lover has already avenged him,” Geralt adds.

Lambert blinks again.

“And you know, I’m almost sure that this Master Dandelion is just Jaskier’s new alias.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Lambert mutters when the song finally comes to its end.

“Which one of them?” Geralt smirks.

“Both of them!” Lambert growls. “I swear to gods, if I find out your stupid bard stole my Cat…”

“Excuse me, madam,” Geralt says to the innkeeper who’s just brought them their dinner. “Where did your bard learn this song?”

“That sappy ballad?” the innkeeper frowns. “From this Master Dandelion himself. He passed through the town last week with a Witcher.”

“And Master Dandelion…”

“You know the bard that calls himself Jaskier? It’s him with a fancy hat on,” she smirks.

“About this Witcher,” Lambert growls. “Does he look like in the song?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Kind of small for a Witcher, and almost too pretty, you know, but we had a little griffin problem and he slayed that beast like it was nothing, so…”

“I’m so gonna kill them both,” Lambert murmurs while Geralt has to try very hard not to chuckle.

“Would you happen to know where were they heading?” he asks.

“I would,” the woman says and looks at the Witcher expectantly.

“I see,” Geralt sighs. “You have another monster problem, don’t you?”

“Well. It turns out the griffin probably had a mate…”

“Of course it fucking did,” Geralt nods and picks up his fork. He simply refuses to deal with this with an empty stomach…

Jaskier critically eyes the clothes he’s picked for tonight’s performance.

“What do you think, Aiden?” he asks his companion. “Isn’t the purple a bit too much? It’s a small town, after all. Wouldn’t the steel blue look better?”

“I don’t know, I like the red one best,” Aiden shrugs from his spot on the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Reminds you of Lambert’s hair,” Jaskier says, rolling his eyes. “Melitele’s tits, I wish he’d find us already, because this is getting really–”

As if on cue, the door of the room slams open and a big, red-haired man walks in.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells when he sees Aiden.

The dark-haired Witcher beams and gets to his feet.

“Lambs!”

“Oh. Okay. That was fast,” Jaskier nods.

Lambert growls and grabs Aiden by the collar.

“Asshole!” he hisses. “I fucking mourned you!”

“Oh, honey, that’s so sweet,” Aiden smiles.

Lambert pushes him against the wall, so hard that Aiden grunts.

“I cried for you!”

“In my defense, it wasn’t exactly my fault,” Aiden smiles.

Jaskier inches towards the door.

“I guess I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

Needless to say, Lambert ignores him completely.

“I fucking avenged you!”

“Yes, that was very kind of you,” Aiden grins, utterly unaffected by Lambert’s angry face so close to his own. “You saved me a lot of trouble.”

Lambert groans, buries his face in Aiden’s shoulder and sighs deeply.

“You fucker,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I missed you too, puppy,” Aiden smiles, wrapping his arms around Lambert.

Jaskier, who’s already standing in the doorway, places his hand on his heart and takes a deep breath.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I shall write the most beautiful ballad about this… Ow!”

He’s unceremoniously dragged out of the room and this time it’s his turned to be slammed against the wall by a big, angry Witcher – but this one is white-haired and dressed all in black.

“Geralt!” Jaskier exclaims, his face brightening up.

“You won’t write a fucking thing,” Geralt growls.

“Is that so? May I ask why, dear heart?”

“Because you’re mine. My bard. And if I ever find out you’re writing about another Witcher again–”

“Then what?” Jaskier asks, cocking his head. “But before you answer, I’d like to remind you that I am not yours anymore, as you have made it quite clear on the mountain that you are not interested in having me as a companion–”

Jaskier is effectively shut up by Geralt’s lips pressing against his with determination that makes it absolutely clear that Geralt hasn’t merely lost his balance and happened to be falling in Jaskier’s general direction.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Well,” Jaskier sighs, slipping his fingers into Geralt’s hair. “When you put it like that… Fuck the mountain, I suppose.”

“Fuck the mountain,” Geralt agrees. “But I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“Apology very much accepted,” Jaskier laughs. “I’d ask you to fuck me, but I’m afraid my room is currently… occupied.”

Lambert’s loud moan only confirms Jaskier’s statement.

“Hm,” Geralt hums. “Do you think this tavern has a bath? I think I still have some griffin blood in my hair from last week.”

“Oh,” Jaskier purrs. “Oh, yes. And I’m sure I could get some chamomile oil…”

They hear another moan, this time Aiden’s.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Geralt grins and grabs Jaskier’s hand. “Come on, bard. We have some catching up to do…”

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #lambden #lambert x aiden #idiots in love #(but mostly they're just idiots)#aiden lived bitches #major character resurrection #they're stupid your honor #my fics #attempt at humor

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villapaitapeli · 2 years ago

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Some lesser known idol/music franchises

A list of some lesser known music franchises I follow. Not really a proper recommendation/introduction post rather than just some personal thoughts. Also I haven’t properly ‘gotten into’ many of these, just listened to the songs... maybe one day when I have time 💪😔

Akroglam

A neat little audio drama project with a futuristic setting and chill music. Finished in early 2022 and no longer releasing new content. Found out about it thanks to the collab with Denonbu, which is funny since roughly half a year later one had died a hero and the other lived long enough to become a villain (eneftees). I only followed it for the ~6 months before it ended, but it’ll stick with me for a long time thanks to the story, aesthetics, girls and especially the music being so good. I listen to every single one of the original songs (yes, the have covers too which are good as well) regularly, and my most listened ones are Angraecum, Ilusion and True Colors. I honestly can’t recommend this project enough, the whole story and (almost) all of the songs are on their yt channel in full length so do check it out if you’re even a little bit interested. The early chapters have English subtitles too.

Burns Skool

I found out about this one thanks to Taichi You (Chacha in t7s and also has a role in Akroglam!) tweeting about it. I honestly haven’t delved too deep into the story or characters, but from what I’ve gathered it’s elementary school boys making hype music. It’s really nice to listen to boyish female vocals every once in a while, and I was happy to find Fairouz Ai in the cast in addition to aforementioned Taichi. My favorite song so far is probably Gradation Age.

Junketsu Surfinia

A girls love idol project that I found out about thanks to none other than Akina. Currently a very modest sized project and you can kind of hear it in the production of some of the songs, but I really hope it finds its audience and has a chance to grow. The songs are available for purchase on their Booth store even for overseas customers, which was a nice surprise for someone who’s used to jumping through hoops to buy JP releases. The song (Lide On, Akina’s solo of course) even came with a pdf with English translated lyrics.

Charms!!

Another project that releases its story on their yt channel, this time in a more VN/social game -ish form. I’ve read/watched/listened to the earliest chapters and found the setting interesting and the characters very wholesome and cute, so I was a bit disappointed to see they had chosen a pretty safe direction with the songs when they began releasing. Not that there’s anything wrong with that or that the songs are bad or anything, in fact I think the production values are good and have found a handful to listen to (Kesshite karenu hana and Goodnight Honey for example). Most of it so far just isn’t my cup of tea, but I’ll keep following the project as I really like the format and do think the quality is good.

Idol Bu Show

My most recent discovery. Haven’t really had time to check out the characters or story and all I know it’s apparently about Sengoku-era warlords producing their own idol units, which sounds just the right amount of wacky. I skimmed through the discography and somehow it felt very 00′s overall, in a good sense. The songs also have a lot of traditional Japanese elements as can be expected from the setting. The one song stuck in my head is however eurobeat (Brave Call ! ~& Just Now We come!~). There’s apparently an anime movie/PV of some sort floating around, so maybe I should check that out first if I plan to delve deeper.

LiveRevolt

Apparently this project ended after a lot of drama and setbacks, which is very unfortunate since the early songs especially are really good (my favorites are Aoku Nare and Set Fire). I regret not being able to follow the project when it was still active, since I do like its wilder take on idols. Maybe I’ll check out the manga which apparently has scanlations to ease my pain.

Denonbu

First of all, pirate eveything dnnb until scamco has pulled back the shady eneftee business it’s still attempting with this franchise. Now I obviously wouldn’t be this mad if this hadn’t been such an extremely promising project. During its first year it singlehandedly killed all my hype for a certain other dj girl project just by doing everything from music to character design to interacting with the fanbase better. The second year started off well with consistently good releases and promising lore, until they dropped the ball by jumping on a dying money laundering scam and now I really don’t know how to feel about this project. Guess I’m following the releases but refuse to give them any money and hope they’ll eventually snap out of it. Anyways, if I started listing every dnnb track I like it’d give me a carpal tunnel syndrome due to the discography being all around fantastic, so just go listen to Akina kill it on Itadaki Babel.

8 Beat Story

People always wonder how t7s has lasted so long despite not being profitable but for me 8bs will always be the real miracle. The game itself was outdated even at the time of the release (imagine the earliest version of llsif you can but somehow even clunkier), and nowadays it’s half dead with only a handful of events per year, but somehow still running. However, they keep releasing music, holding lives and continuing the story, which are the most crucial parts of the project, so I’m not worried for its future for now. Being such a small project gives it freedom to do basically whatever they want with the content, which has resulted in pretty ambitious or even crazy stories, and refreshing discography. I also can’t help but respect its occasional unapologetic edginess, mostly carried by the rival unit 2_wEI (Despair is a banger). The main idols also have a nice variety of songs, and I like the gimmick of mixing the 8 girls in different units depending on the song, with no set sub-units. Some of my favorites are BoyFriend, Count It Down and Genjimonogatari.

#mryyy #I was a bit hesistant to add dnnb since it's pretty well known already but at least I got to blow off some steam lol #also I kinda wanted to talk about IP and selepro but since they have TV anime and all they're popular enough in my book #also sorry for d*dj slander I don't hate it or anything I just happen to prefer the direction dnnb took

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 years ago

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Moosh I'm sorry I forgot it was gender neutral! V edging gender neutral pls😅😅😅

It's quite alright! I hope you like how it came out!

Day 8: edging

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

It was very surprising at first. One moment your head is spinning and your brain is like snow globe with pleasure in tiny little particles that swish and shake around creating one large massive feeling of built up inevitable pleasure threatening bit by bit to all come crashing and snapping apart the damn that was the coil in your stomach, the next moment your entirely ripped away from it - crashing down from your bliss to meet the wonderous look on your lover's face. His face tilted, emerald cloudy eyes that ran over your sweaty shivering form below him picking you piece by piece apart until they hit your own expression; mouth agape and heat swept across your cheeks that you looked at him flabbergasted as you bucked your hips down against his fingers, egging him to continue with a long orgasm-need whine of his name. With a hum he melts back into you with a kiss, cold slender fingers melted away at your sudden dissatisfaction with calculated thrusts deep in your hole that left you soaring right back up to where you were before.

What a very interesting reaction. One he wants to see if he can get again.

Your hands are flung back to grapple the pillow behind your head; your nails clawing and tearing at the abused bag of material as your legs tightly squeeze onto your lover's neck, raven hair rustling and tickling along the skin of your thighs as your body bounces and shakes with every thrust you shove out against his face as he devours you whole. With flicker and almost kitten like lick he makes in your insides makes you lose function of your sight with how far your eyes roll back into your head and how hard each breath takes out of you. You're flying. You can't feel the mattress at all below you. Hell, you can't even feel where you body begins and ends with how good he makes you leave you feel so light and weightless with each and every movement and noises he makes from his lustrous mouth. You can feel it, you can feel it like liquid fire through your veins about to explode out of every pore of your being and just about when your about to voice shatteringly announced your end your horrified to find all your pleasure gone. Taken away. All replaced by the smirking man between your legs; looking at you with such bullshit cockiness that he KNOWS exactly what he's doing.

"What's wrong, (Name)? Why such the long face? I thought we were just getting started?" Breath shutters out of you when the tips of his nails grip tightly onto the meat of your thighs. His hum sounds like honey to your ears as he moves up and speaks right up against you; "Prove to me you can hold it for just a bit longer and I'll give you more than you can dream of... can you handle that?" Your mind is jelly but you do give him an answer.

Hot air hisses through your teeth as feel-good tears stream down your cheeks. Every thrust he makes against the wet arousal stained skin of your sex as he fucks up against it and your thigh, inches away from your hole but never slipping in - but he doesn't need to, with how much he can feel how much your sex throbs against him he can just tell how close and on edge you are and just how much limits he can cross until you just completely break around him.

"V," You whine out, sweet raspy song to his ears he chuckles around it as he interrupts your next curse with his lips moaning and licking around the inside of your mouth. While it's obvious how much your body is screaming for it, you continue his challenge just as asked; while making sure you do feel that rush of mind snapping pleasure as your gently squeeze your thighs together sandwiching in his cock almost you immediately are quick to tear them apart the moment you feel yourself getting to close. Clever tactic, he thinks to himself, clever enough he's starts feeling pity the moment he feels how much quicker and quicker you are to make yourself stop as sign you release is inevitable. Well you had been doing quite good after all, he guess he can over up some pity.

"Come with me now," He drawls surprising you a bit with his first words for quite a period of time. "-come with me, together now." He moans out as his thrusts become more frantic as he fucks your skin. Your face turns hot as your body, long ready at this point, isn't one to disobey your lover's order and even if you did want to get a sentence out your body goes against it - immediately melting in place and falling back into V as your mind flashes to bright white and your legs clamp down making for damn sure that you get what you've wanted this whole time in such overwhelming waves that washes over you and tears your soul from body.

You scream.

Your body jellies backwards as your skin is melts deep with the insinked mattress. You feel good - no more than good - more than great more than... anything you could possibly put together. And yet it takes you longer than necessary to even realize that your legs as still being held up and spread a part as you meet the conniving forrst green eyes you can fall in love with again and again and again.

"Now," he states. "-I did promise a reward for being able to handle such control, didn't I?" You give him a confused look.

"What you didn't actually think that was the reward did you? No, that was an apology - a common courtesy for what I put you through tonight. No what I have in mind is much different... the opposite, in fact. Let's say I get you so wanton and and needy and makes you come so much around my cock that I will have to physically remind you of your own name when I fill you to the brim, how does that sound?" He chuckles to him as his warm breath rattles back up your desire for him over again that your back arches up into him.

"I take no objections then? Good."

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katyamorrigan · 3 years ago

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‘A Hotel on the Board is Worth Two on the Geldstraat’ - Chp. 1!

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A Hotel on the Board is Worth Two on the Geldstraat

A trunk of contraband items ends up in the hands of the Crows, but the item that piques their curiosity most is the large box labelled “MONOPOLY”. Kaz is out of the Slat for the time being, so of course they decide to play it. Was there ever a mission more likely to fail than six criminals with lethal skills and undeniable emotional ties all trying to build a make-believe empire without killing each other in the process? Answer: yes - all of the above while attempting to pull off a heist at the same time.

Turns out board games weren’t the only interesting items shipped into Fifth Harbour that afternoon, and now the Razorgulls are interested. It will take all of the gang’s effort to break into two buildings full of rival gang members, regain possession of the contraband, and make it back to the Slat in one piece. And that’s without the inherent strains of playing at business negotiations with a group of decidedly underhand friends.

Join the Crows as they cheat, steal, lie, and bribe each other, all before the heist has even begun.

I am so excited to finally get to share the fic that I have been working on for the @grishaversebigbang over the last few months - A Hotel on the Board is Worth Two on the Geldstraat! Getting to take part in the Grishaverse Big Bang 2021 has been so much fun, and I have had the honour of working with an absolutely incredible gang of artists and the loveliest beta reader. It’s been an absolute blast, and this is one of my favourite things that I’ve written. Thank you so much to everyone that I’ve worked with, and I hope that you enjoy reading and admiring the story and art that we’ve created!

Here is everyone in my gang, with links to the work that they’ve created (some art may relate to chapters of the fic that haven’t been posted yet - the fic will be posted in its entirety within the next 3 weeks and the art will be linked within the fic on the relevant lines, but also there’s nothing that will spoil the story for you, so don’t worry!):

Corporalki: @davonysus (who is the most wonderful beta reader, thank you for everything that you contributed to this story!)

Materialki:

@ciph3rrr with hilarious Crows-minus-Kaz Monopoly shenanigans from Chapter 1

@j-wirth with this brilliant Inej and Wesper moment inspired by Chapters 2 and 7

@bloodysusher with a gorgeous group moment in Chapter 7

@verdiris with some amusing Kaz geniusness from Chapter 7

@maximumbluebirdpatrol (link still to come)

@emmaxtw (link still to come)

There are 7 chapters in total, so I shall be uploading a new one every Tuesday and Saturday until 25th September. Look below the cut for an excerpt from Chapter 1, and if you want to read the full thing (and check out the collection of all the other incredible pieces created for the GVBB) then click either of the links. I hope that you enjoy!

AHOTBIWTOTG Chapter 1 Excerpt:

The front door of the Slat opened with a loud clatter, and slammed shut on itself seconds later. It made Inej jump in her seat as she sat going over ship documentation - which, as it turned out, there was a lot of - in the front room. Nina gave her a look, and Inej wrinkled her nose back at her; the Wraith didn’t startle easily, but equally, there was usually less banging of doors while she tried to organise her finances.

“Honeys, I’m home!” Came Jesper’s voice. “And I brought treats!”

“It had better be more exciting than that time you came back from Cilla’s Fry with meat pies,” Inej called back. “That was underwhelming.”

“Speak for yourself,” Nina chimed in. “I was more than happy to finish up those.”

“We know.” Matthias gave her a knowing look, and Wylan sniggered as she raised a single finger at him in response.

The bickering that came from everyone trying to work on separate projects at the same time was one of the many reasons that Inej hadn’t made it past the first page of her sailing license. That being said, she joined in the chuckling at Nina’s expense.

“Oh, it’s definitely better than Cilla’s pies, but you’ll have to take a look for yourself.”

Jesper rounded the corner, a large trunk tucked under one slim arm. His face was bright from the brisk, cold air of the streets, and a bead of sweat dropped from his chin as he deposited the luggage on the table beside Inej. She sighed heavily as the wad of pages in front of her jumped with the sudden extra weight.

“Sorry,” Jesper grinned. She just rolled her eyes fondly in response.“Come on, who wants to see what I’ve got?”

Nina, Matthias and Wylan all got up from the neighbouring table and crowded around Inej and Jesper. It was uncomfortable having so many significantly taller people stood behind her while she was sitting, so Inej scooped up her papers and deposited them on the floor, taking their place on the table so that she could get a good look at the trunk.

“Where did you get that?” Matthias asked.

“Well, our dearest Kaz decided to put me on shipment duty and I had to wait around at the Exchange for a boat full of contraband to come in. It took hours, so as soon as I saw something that looked interesting, I used my innumerable skills to swipe it so that we could take a look inside.”

““Innumerable” is a long word for you,” Nina quipped.

A bubble of laughter rose up amongst the group, and Jesper stuck his tongue out childishly. “Fine, no contraband for you.”

“No, I want to look!”

“Be nice, then. I get first dibs on anything cool because I found it.”

Matthias snorted. “What happened to the ancient rule of “finder’s keepers”?”

“I found the trunk, therefore I found anything that’s inside it by proxy.”

“Can we just open it up?” Wylan said impatiently. “I feel like we’re building expectations by arguing like this – it’s probably smuggled whiskey or something.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Kaz?” Inej asked. The others gave her a look of incredulity. “Where is he, anyway?”

There was a brief moment of looking at each other for answers, before Jesper answered decisively. “If he was so worried about what came in on the boat, he would’ve gone himself. And if he isn’t here now, then he’ll just have to accept whatever is left over from the spoils.”

“We aren’t actually pirates, you know,” Inej said.

“Not yet,” Jesper stage-whispered in reply, and Inej found herself grinning, pleased. “Gather around, then.” He beckoned everyone closer like a ringmaster at the centre of a performance.

Inej was surprised to find that her heart was actually beating faster with the thought of what might be inside. Wylan was probably right that they were getting themselves worked up over nothing, but all the same, she couldn’t help hoping that they found something rare or exciting. Perhaps it was gold? Guns? Something dangerous? You could never know when it came to the imports of Ketterdam, and for once Inej was glad for the intensity of life in the city. It could very well be something extraordinary.

The catches on the front of the trunk lifted easily, but there was a thick knot of string around the middle as well. Jesper struggled to untie it, so Inej slipped a knife from her sleeve and cut it off with one flick of her wrist. Giving her a mischievous look, Jesper dug his fingernails under the lid and with a crackle of flaking rust, the trunk opened.

On top there was a loose gauzy scarf clearly intended to keep moisture out of the trunk on the long sea voyage, which had definitely served its purpose; the red print had blotted itself onto the inside of the lid, and there were water stains on it where it had protected the rest of the cargo. Matthias and Nina went to grab it at the same time, but it ended up in Nina’s hands regardless as he passed it to her with a shy smile.

“I thought you would want it, so I was making sure no-one else got there first.”

Wylan made an exaggerated gagging noise, and Matthias’ expression quickly reverted to his familiar scowl.

“Aha!”

Jesper reached forward and pulled out two pistols, both only a little rusty and with a single blue gem stamped into the body of each. With impressive speed he turned around and mimed firing two shots at the wall before holstering them beside his favoured revolvers.

As Matthias pulled out a slim soft-covered book, Inej realised that she was far too focused on the discoveries of her friends and was going to miss out on finding her own treasures otherwise. Lifting up two more scarves – this time green and blue – she found another couple of books which she handed to Nina. Her friend’s focus was pulled away from adjusting her hair under her newly matching scarf to flicking through the pages and wrinkling her nose hard.

“I don’t recognise the language, but I can understand it well enough,” Nina mused.

“Where did the boat come in from, Jesper?” Wylan asked as he opened a small wooden keepsake box full of golden rings in varying levels of ornate decoration.

“Kaz didn’t say, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t pay much attention.”

Nina tutted and continued her reading with Matthias peering over her shoulder. With fingers now covered in rings, Wylan pulled out a long fur coat that smelt of mould. Removing its furry cuffs from the case, Inej reached into the trunk for what seemed to be the last item: a big box made of thick card, with a green cover and the word MONOPOLY emblazoned on the top. The lettering was incredibly clear, but it didn’t look as though it had been done by hand or with a printing press. It had an odd shiny feel to the outside as well, like it had been coated in order to keep out the damp.

Inej sat it on the table and lifted the lid. It came off easily, and revealed a large square of that same thick card in bright red that unfolded into a larger board with regular markings on it.

“What in the Saints’ names is that?” Nina remarked, putting down her reading material.

“I have no idea. It was at the bottom of the trunk.”

“Is it a map?” Wylan suggested.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Inej murmured as she put the board down and looked at what was left in the box.

Underneath that map-like object was a tray divided into several compartments, with little silver tokens collected in one, some colourful playing cards of an unknown variety in another, and some appealing little houses done in an unusual material in both green and red. Beside those lay a rack of what looked like currency, in the same shape and thickness as notes of kruge. Jesper immediately started rifling through it all, mixing up the various collections and inspecting them all with irregular attention. Although Wylan slapped his hand away with a tut, it clearly wasn’t out of lack of interest.

“What is it?” Nina asked again. Taking the board in her hands, she began to stumble through the words written on it.

“Collect 200… something, looks like it could be a currency symbol because it says “salary” after that, as you pass GO... Old Kent Road, another amount of money… sixty? Community chest, Whitechapel Road, same amount of money as the other square…”

As she turned it over in her hands, a slim white booklet fell out onto the table. Inej started forward and managed to snatch it up before anyone else did, although the gesture was useless as she immediately handed it to Nina, who skimmed over the first few lines and let out a delighted noise.

“It’s a game! A board game! Seems like you play by going around the board which has place names marked out on it, and you buy up the land so that you can build houses on it. And you compete to earn the most money.”

“Who’s sending weird foreign board games to Ketterdam?” Wylan said incredulously. “Are you sure it’s not got something contraband hidden in there somehow?”

Inej laughed. “Does a game based on financial gain not strike you as the most Kerch thing in the world? I can well believe a mercher bought this to educate their children on the fun of working under Ghezen.”

Wylan cracked a grin at that, and Nina snorted. She pushed the box towards him.

“Take a look if you want.”

He lifted up the tray of items and ran his fingers along the underside, then looked inside each of the little model houses as if there might be gemstones wedged in the base like on Jesper’s guns. Wylan tapped along the top of the board, but there were no hidden compartments or secret openings. It seemed as though they had genuinely come across some kind of entertainment from another country.

“Shall we play it?” Jesper said with a broad grin at everyone. “We’ve got nothing else on, have we?”

“I’m meant to have applied for my sailing license by the end of next week,” Inej said weakly, but she wasn’t much interested in her own excuse. This bizarre-looking game they had stolen by chance had already caught her attention far more than boat permits and crew-hiring documents.

“I’m happy to,” Matthias said, and Nina and Wylan nodded fervently as well.

“Perfect! Let’s not disturb everyone’s things down here, we can take it into another room.”

“Nobody’s bedrooms are big enough,” Nina complained. “Kaz is too cheap to give us enough space to actually enjoy our stay at The House of Brekker.”

“His bedroom is, though.”

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domesticdeanwinchester · 4 years ago

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so Dean owns an apple orchard.

his property is pretty big, big enough to fit his precious orchard, a modest little house for himself, Sam, and Eileen, and a converted barn with a front porch he installed himself that he uses as his business front. the barn doors are always open, and there's a wall full of fridges filled with jugs of his apple cider and frozen premade pastries and pies, ready to get popped in the oven. there's a whole bakery case dedicated to the pies he bakes daily, all kinds of flavors made with home grown berries and apples. there's another bakery case for the rest of the pastries he makes, the fritters and turnovers and cookies and everything. the rest of the barn is filled with little displays for crafts. Dean likes to whittle and carve in his free time, and if he makes something he likes enough he'll pop an affordable price tag on it and stick it on one of the shelves. Eileen has decided to sell some of her handpainted signs and those weird little apple core dolls she likes to make. she and Sam like to help out at the store, working behind the counters while Dean bakes or helps people with the apple picking tools.

Dean uses his apples to make his own apple pies, apple fritters, apple turnovers, even apple cookies when he's feeling it. he's attempted apple donuts as well, but those never turn out as delicious as the main orchard's do, so he doesn't do those often. he also presses his own fresh apple cider, and he keeps a giant igloo cooler full of it on the porch with a stack of paper cups next to it so people can taste test. there's a sign next to it that says "one cup per person" but he always turns a blind eye when the kids come back for seconds or thirds.

Dean's orchard is one that's included on the local map of orchards and farms that people go crazy over every fall and make the drive to visit for their yearly fix of all things apple and pumpkin. during the peak season he joins in on the festivities and lets some of his friends set up their craft stalls in the space in front of the barn. Claire sells funky colored candles she makes herself, Kaia sells hand made jewelry and beaded dreamcatchers. Pamela Barnes tells fortunes and sells tarot cards. Charlie hand dyes tie dye shirts and has the most colorful stand of them all.

every year people from all over flock to his orchard for his goodies and these booths, families strolling through the stalls, admiring the beautiful crafts before taking their sample of cider and then heading inside to buy a jug to take home, and a few apple pastries to boot. no one ever leaves without something. Sam and Eileen are good like that.

Jody and Donna love to visit Dean's orchard every season, and they'll stop by often in the off season as well. They have a place of their own up the road, and they quickly became close friends with the Winchester clan. Garth and his family are another set of regulars, they live in the area too, and they visit every season for their fall fill. His kids have a fondness for Eileen's apple core dolls.

one season brings a new face to the mix. Two new faces, actually.

Castiel and his four year old son, Jack. They visit the orchard, drawn in by the hand painted sign boasting apple picking that Sam staked in the front drive so passing cars could see.

that's something they do here, too. Apple picking. It's one of the most popular things about his orchard. Dean's got a wide array of those fancy apple picking sticks, you know the ones with the basket at the end that cradles the apple ad you just twist until it falls loose into the bottom of the basket. they hang from the side of the barn, and whenever someone shows interest in picking apples, Dean will take them there, pass everyone a stick and a bag and explain to them how to use the sticks and how to know which apples are ripe for the picking. then he points the groups to the little path into the orchard and sends them on their way. it's always a joy to see the groups when they come back, bags straining from their fill of apples, dirt smudged faces with huge grins and happy eyes.

on their first visit, Cas and Jack take their time walking through the craft stalls, and Jack points out every shiny thing and every pretty color. Cas buys him a tie dyed t-shirt and a pretty blue dreamcatcher. when Jack sees the apple cider cooler he practically drags Cas over and makes him pour them each a cup. Jack drinks his quickly, smacking his lips and letting out a loud "yummm". he tugs on Cas's coat and holds his cup out, tilting his head. "more?" he asks. and Cas points at the sign and tells Jack, "we're only supposed to have one each, Jack. maybe we can get some to take home, though." Jack lights up at that, but before they can head inside the barn, Dean is there and he's pouring another cup and sliding it over to Jack and holding a finger to his lips like it's some sort of secret, then he winks over at Cas. "you didn't hear it from me, but the sign's usually just a suggestion," he tells them. Cas chuckles, and before he can thank Dean for his kindness, Dean's jerking his chin towards the jug and dropping his eyes to Cas's empty cup. "go on,, fill 'er up. i know you want to," he says. Cas hesitates but then Dean waggles his eyebrows and Cas laughs again and fills his cup. "thank you, it's very good." "yeah?" Dean asks, grinning. his chest sort of puffs up a bit and he leans an elbow against the railing. "made it myself," he says casually. Cas's eyebrows shoot up and he's like "oh, wow, that's incredible. it really is amazing." and Dean's cheeks pink a little under the praise and he's like "well thanks, there's more inside if you want to take some home with you." (bc of course he's not going to miss an opportunity to pitch his product a little lol).

Cas and Jack head inside with Dean and they talk about the place a little more and the subject eventually circles to the apple picking, and Jack perks up at that, and Cas mentions that that's why they stopped here. and Dean grins and takes them to the side of the barn where the apple picking tools are, and he goes through his whole spiel, but Cas, poor guy, doesn't seem to understand how the apple picking stick works, so Dean offers to go with them and show him. and so Dean ends up heading into the orchard with them and he shows Cas how to use the stick, and he goes so gooey inside when Cas lights up when he successfully picks his first apple. and god, if he felt like that when Cas did, then when Jack picks his first apple, hoisted up by Cas, Dean positively melts. it's adorable.

they talk a lot while they pick apples, about anything and everything. getting to know each other, telling stories, laughing, smiling, having a good time.

when they finally head back to the barn, it's getting dark. Dean rings Cas's apples and cider and pastries (bc of course he goaded Cas into buying some of those, not that it was difficult) and Dean walks Cas and Jack back to their car because he doesn't want his time with them to end. and once Jack is buckled in, Cas stops next to Dean who's standing there with his hands in his pockets, and Cas just smiles softly at him and Dean goes "hope I see you around," and Cas grins and maybe steps forward to kiss his cheek real quick, and goes "you will" before getting in his truck and driving off.

and Dean does see Cas again. Cas and Jack become regulars at the orchard, coming back for more apples and more cider often. they like to hang around sometimes, too, and everyone with a craft stall there takes a liking to Jack too.

and maybe the end of the peak fall season is starting to come to a close, and Dean is worried that that means his seeing Cas will come to an end, too, but then he learns that Cas and Jack just moved into the area, so they're really here to stay, and peak season or not, they're not going anywhere. and Cas mentions something about maybe opening his own booth here next season to sell honey from his bees.

and come next peak season, Cas doesn't need his own booth because his honey sits on its very own display case inside the barn right next to his boyfriend's pastries.

(and the following peak season, Dean and Cas end up getting married right in the middle of the apple orchard with their family and friends surrounding them and jack throwing handfuls of apple blossoms.)

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #baby!jack #sam winchester #eileen leahy #claire novak #kaia nieves #charlie bradbury #jody mills #donna hanscum #garth fitzgerald iv #pamela barnes

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piscesparker · 4 years ago

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Betraying the bond

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Part 3

The ride to the village was rather silent, neither of us decided to strike up a conversation. I did spare his a few glances occasionally and saw how his eyes lit up on seeing the hustling and bustling of the people. "You know," he began, "back in Redmont, I too used to go out to the village and meet the people." He said sadly. I did feel terrible for him, it must have been devastating for him and the kingdom of Redmont, they had lost almost everything.

I stayed silent for a while and then placed my hand over his and gave it a little squeeze, "It'll be okay," I assured him. But in all honesty I had no idea how they had left their kingdom, so all I could do is give him a sense of false hope for the time being. The carriage came to a halt right in the middle of the middle of the village and Harrison got out first, and holding out his hand for me. Stepping out I saw the people coming to greet us, I introduced Harrison to the people and they were in complete awe of him. I always loved it when the little girls and boys would come up to be and give me their best curtsy and giving me little flowers, which really warmed my heart.

As I was occupied with talking to the people, I looked over my shoulder only to see Harrison swarmed by girls our age who had a flirty glint in their eyes. I excused myself and walked over to them, "Excuse me ladies, mind if I steal him?" I gave a wide smile, and truth to be told, I didn't want to steal him; I wanted to send him back where he came from. I linked my arm around his and pulled him out of there. Arms linked, we walked around some more, greeting everyone in the village.

After hours of smiling, waving and shaking hands, the two of us made our way back to the castle, once again in complete silence; until Harrison broke the awkward silence. "Were you jealous?" he looked at me, a smirk plastered over his face.

"Of what?"

"Of all those girls who were talking to me." He raised his brows teasingly.

"No," I scoffed, "I wasn't jealous, we were on a tight schedule and we had to finish the tour in time to get back to the castle." I explained, "And as far as I remember, you thanked me for that."

"Okay." That was all he said as he tried to stifle a chuckle.

We reached the castle and headed up to our respective rooms. I plopped on my bed and sighed, after an exhausting day all I wanted was to take a relaxing bath and unwind. "So how was the tour?" Amber asked as she prepared my bath, "It was okay." I shrugged, "Although something interesting did happen."

"Do tell."

"So we were at Mrs. Christina's," I began, Mrs. Christina's bakery had the kingdom's best blueberry pies and was the nicest person you would ever meet, sometimes a bit too nice. "and she gave me her usual bone crushing hug," we shared a little giggle before I continued, "then she turned to Harrison and pinched his cheeks so hard, they were red as tomatoes." I said, a laugh escaping my lips.

"Oh, the poor lad." Amber cooed. I shook my head and brushed of the thought Amber feeling bad for him. "Could you please let my father know that I'd like to take dinner in my room today?"

"Yes, your majesty." She gave a curtsy and left. When she left the room I began to strip and sunk in the porcelain tub, I sighed and closed my eyes as I let the warm water hit my skin. Once my skin was pruned enough I got out and got dressed and saw my dinner already waiting for me, after my meal I was getting ready to go bed when dad came in.

"I heard the tour was a success." He said striding across the room.

"More or less." I chuckled remembering Harrison's red cheeks.

"You're doing great honey," he smiled, "you should get some rest now." I nodded.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after dad left, but unfortunately the rumbling of my stomach woke me up. It must have been past midnight when my hunger pulled me to the kitchen, the pitter-patter of my footsteps echoed around the castle. Pushing the big doors of the kitchen I was met with faint lights and emptiness. It wasn't that dinner wasn't sufficient enough, it was; but sometimes my stomach just happens to have a mind of its own.

I settled down on making a simple jam sandwich for me, setting the knife down I licked the jelly off my fingers and was about to eat the sandwich when I heard the faint sound of footsteps coming near the kitchen. The footsteps weren't of any guards or servants, there was some unfamiliarity about these. I picked up the knife again, it was a butter knife yes, but it was closest to me and maybe I could scare off the burglar.

I was sure it was a burglar because for one, no one enters the kitchen from the main door, all the guards and servants use the door in the back and secondly if any family member is hungry in the middle of the night they always send for their maids or butlers. I tiptoed to the door and made my grip on the knife tight, my back against the door waiting to pounce on whoever it was. The door creaked open slowly and the silhouette of the person coming in view, I didn't yell not wanting to alarm him so I could sneak up on him and so far it was going well.

I walked up to him, albeit he was taller than me I managed to hold the knife near his throat, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I whispered over his shoulder, I could feel him gulp, 'he must be scared' I thought. He rose his hands up as if in surrender, taking me by surprise he gripped on my wrist that held the weapon, his strong grip made the knife fall out of my hand, the sound of the metal hitting the ground now echoing the room. He turned around swiftly and began taking long strides which resulted to him pushing me against the wall and pinning both my hands near my face as he came closer, his breath fanning over my face.

Even though the lights weren't the brightest he could see the fear on my face which I tried to hide but failed and I could see his smirk, "Thought you'd recognize me, princess." He whispered, stressing on the word 'princess'. I tried squirming and as if we thought of it at the same time, he raised my hands over my head, holding it tightly with one hand and the other going over my mouth before I could scream and call for the guards, "Uh uh," he stopped me, "don't want to alarm the guards now do we?" He said smugly.

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alywats · 4 years ago

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The Closing Ceremonies for Math Poetry Month 2021

I have a lot more to say about math and poetry, and I will save most of it for next April, I think. All I can say for now is that math and poetry continue to be powerful forces in my life, and I hope at least a few people gained something from this little project of mine. What I want to end this first Math Poetry Month on is some suggested reading:

1. Strange Attractors: Poems of Love And Mathematics edited by Sarah Glaz and JoAnne Growney

This poetry anthology is full of amazing math poems by the likes of Emily Dickinson, Shel Silverstein, Bernoulli, and Lewis Carroll, and it is all the proof you need that math and poetry have a deep connection. If you are just starting out with math poetry, I think this is the essential body of work. These two women are also active in the world of math poetry, so going to either of their websites is a treat!

2. A Mathematician’s Apology by G.H. Hardy

Written in 1940, A Mathematician’s Apology is a love letter to and criticism of the art of mathematics, yes, the art of mathematics. In it, Hardy compares mathematics to poetry many times, and even mathematicians to poets. He says: “A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of patterns,” and if that’s not enough to sell you on this beautiful work, perhaps Hardy’s self deprecating take on what mathematicians are really about will peak your interest. I highly recommend this.

3. Any poems by James Sylvester, or maybe even his book The Laws of Verse

Victorian math poet James Sylvester is my personal favorite for the era. His work is what math poetry is all about: making mathematics relatable and human, capturing mathematical beauty in verse, the way we capture other types of beauty in verse, and giving not a single care about it.

4. Modern math poetry!!

I might be biased, but I think the poems my friends wrote are amazing examples of math poetry, read them here: [link]

And another modern creator that I love is 3Blue1Brown on YouTube. Here is a link to his math poetry! [link]

I also have written some math poetry myself, which you can find on this blog in multitudes, but in the spirit of math poetry month and how inspired I was and continue to be by writing math poetry, I want to show you the first math poem I ever wrote. Here is Some Mathematical Love Poetry; for, I don’t know, posterity or something.

Some Mathematical Love Poetry

Kisses are calculus, the examination of limits the jumbled breathing of trapezoids.

Kisses are entropy, nuanced chaos that taste like regulation the systematic rhythm of wanting.

My God, it smells like numbers in here you’ll inhale until only the irrationals are left on account of how dazzling pi appears when reflected in my glasses. Honey,

what would Bernoulli think of us? All lemniscate and no cardioid, proving by induction, holding on in 4-D.

Baby, kisses are algorithms. A step-by-step guide, instructions for the mathematical.

#math poetry month #math #mathblr #math poem #math poetry #mathematics #math poetry reading recs #suggested reading

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noki-bb · 4 years ago

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Diluc x Gender Neutral Reader

The reader was a caretaker(nanny?) for Dilic and Kaeya, But moved to the city when Diluc took over Dawn Winery.

“Master Dilic!”

Diluc stops in his tracks, dread washing through him. Donna runs to him holding a cloth covered basket, a rosy blush covering her cheeks.

“Master Diluc I baked these for you as thanks for helping me the other day,” she extends the basket towards him questionably out of breath. She just tanned down the stairs how can she be so out of breath?

He stared at the basket his brain going into overdrive. This was worse than the fatui, assaination attempts and the Knight of Fanivois combined. How could he a mere mortal interact with a girl?!?

Diluc just smiles taking the warm basket with blank eyes “Thank you.” Donna just grins her hands cluched to her chest “Your welcome! I worked hard baking them I-“

“Master Diluc?”

But he was already gone, hiding in the darkness of the shadows All he wanted was to check on the tavern and do his usual business not get confessed by a girl he had no interest in. He turned the corner only to stumble on a stray cat. It immediately hissed attacking his ankles with fury of Barbatos himself.

He tried to shake it off his hands full with the heavy basket. It was getting higher WHY IS IT CLIMBING ON HIS PANT LEG!!! He could feel the claws digging through his trouser. His brain was already buzzing with the gift this was just adding water to the mix.

Just as the cat reached his thigh it was plucked off of him. Gentle hands grabbing the yowling cat by it’s scruff and detaching it’s claws of the fabric.

The cat was placed down the ground the claws clacking against the stone. It hissed at him before scampering off.

“Tut tut tut Diluc a girl and a cat is enough to get the most power man in Mondstat to crumble” a exaggerated sigh “If anyone knew this what would they think.”

Diluc stared at the person in front of them, blush creeping to the edge of his ears. He adverted in gaze

“Sorry” embarrassment reign his body.He hadn’t been scolded like this since he was a child.

You huffed placing your hands on your hips, glaring at him. It was endearing seeing the boy you cared for act, well like a boy again. A smile tugged your lips but you remained stern.

He shuffled his feet, face still blank as ever “Sorry for not visiting you” it was sincere at least.

The basket in his hands burned, he hoped you wouldn’t take notice of it.

You looked down at the basket in his hands, ignoring his apology. “Did Donna bake these for you?” if Kaeya could see him, he would busted out laugh at how hard he had flinched.... he was watching wasn’t he? No doubt he was. Enjoying the show you little bast-

“Moon pies, how lucky” you mused taking from the basket. The fat treat still warm you bit into it the cream filling bursting out from the bite.

“Wow she loaded these up. how can you eat these with as napkin” you sighed licking using your thumb to clean the filling before locking it up with a velvet tongue.

W e’re his trousers always this tight? Maybe he needs to get a wardrobe update. Wait no. NOT RIGHT NOW. HIS BOY CRUSH WAS ACTIVATING. ABANDON THE CHALLENGE MAYDAYMAYDAY

“Take a bite” he obediently opened his mouth like the Milf whore he was. Taking a bite out of the overflowing pie some spilled out but luckily you were holding a hand under it catching all the stray crumbs.

It was good at least the cream was overwhelming the other flavors. It was to sweet, but he could just scrape it off when he got home.

He cleared his throat “Why are you here?” Shit that didn’t come out right.

Your face shifted the smile lost. His eyes flicker to the pie you still had hovering near his face.

You enjoyed the absolute panick that overtook his face. Your lips twitched and you watch him struggle. You haven’t seen him these flustered since he was a little boy. Oh how you missed the good old days.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore laughing. You hands shook, placing the pie back into the basket it. “When did you turn into such a comedian Master Diluc!” you wheeze “Has Kaeya been rubbing off on you?”

His face went sour just like when he sneaked a taste of wine when he was younger.

“No I would rather burn than have that little rat have a influence on me”

You scoffed crossing your arms

“Are so sure about that”

He glared, and was he pouting? Oh god he was! How cute!

You hum thoughtfully stroking your chin with a cruel smirk.

“What about that time when you and Kaeya snuck out to eat Sticky Honey Roast and puked before you could make it out of the city. And I had to pick you up and nurse you back to good health?”

Diluc flushed his face matched his hair! He grimaced at the memory not his proudest moment and you had a fun time feeding them anything that tasted like it until they cleaned the whole manor by themselves.

“That was.. not a proud moment in my life I admit that, but we were just children. It different now” his face returned to it stotic mask.The cheerful atmosphere dimmed turning awkward.

You frowned, “I suppose it has. Both of you are grown up now. It makes me feel so old”

You sigh rubbing your shoulders. “I best be leaving. You had a errand to run no?” you patted. You smiled at the sight of the crimson locks bouncing, running your fingers through the strands.

“Come visit me sometime yeah? It’s always nice to see both my boys.” with that you left. Strolling back into the street leaving him in the dark alleyway with a cold basket of half eaten moon pies.

#genshin impact #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x gender neutral reader #x reader #angst with a bit of crack #sorry for grammar errors i don’t hav emy glasses #sorry for making him so ooc #this wasn’t supposed to be serious #lol rip donna #nanny reader #former?

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toovirgins · 4 years ago

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March, 1964

Summary: John and Paul (but mostly John) find studying their lines for A Hard Day's Night a drag. John finds other (PG?) ways to pass the time.

The air was still inside the cozy dressing room. A faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to the thick atmosphere, but not enough to ring unpleasant. John gazed at the cigarette as it dangled loosely from his fingers, and deciding against taking another drag, put it out in the ashtray beside him. He tugged at the neck of his black sweater—despite the chill of the winter air persisting outside the window, the room was quite warm. Without much thought, John lazily traced a finger along the window sill, feeling chills spread up his arm at the temperature shock.

It really looked more like an upscale office than a dressing room. Sure, there were four distinct mirrors and hairdresser chairs, as well as a rod near the doorway with an array of suits, sweaters, and trousers for the boys to rotate in and out of. But the room itself was decorated quite elegantly. A soft glow from the floor lamp mingled with the diminishing brightness of outside to coat the room in a honey-like aura. Deep red curtains framed the enormous window, grazing the velvety paisley-patterned rug that covered most area of the room. The rest of the floor was a deep hardwood, without the slightest trace of dust—an unfamiliar concept, John mused. This was much nicer than what they were used to. Immediately upon entering, he had thrown himself onto a long, floral-patterned couch by the window. Paul knew he fancied observing nature while they studied.

Paul was seated a few feet away from him, his long legs draped over the armrest as he slouched sideways over the enormous armchair. His body was facing John’s, and he could see his eyebrows knitting together in concentration as he studied his script. His lips moved wordlessly, repeating his lines to himself without speaking at all. He reached up mindlessly and tousled his hair, and John watched as the dark locks fell directly back into place. They had been sitting like this for over an hour now, and John was beginning to feel restless. He had turned his gaze to his friend once he figured he could not possibly watch the nothing going on outside the window for a second longer. Going over his script one more time was always an option, but the thought simply did not interest him. Despite being constantly begged not to do so, John figured he could improvise some lines if they fell blank on his mind. He had a quick wit, and knew that some of his lines would come off better (read: more authentic) than the portrait that the writers had painted of him. He didn’t know how Paul could concentrate for so long, especially seeing as the man had relatively few lines in the upcoming scene.

Almost as if hearing his name appear in John’s thoughts, Paul’s eyes jumped up to meet John’s. He swung his legs over the arm of the chair until he was sitting in an upright (albeit, poorly postured) position and set his script down on the quaint table between them. John pulled the ashtray a bit closer to himself, fearing the disaster that would ensue if he and Paul accidentally burned down the dressing room. They had had their fair share of slightly arsonist run-ins in their youth, and John was too tired to deal with the legal ramifications of an incident like that again.

Paul sighed loudly, bringing John back to present. He hoped this was a sign of his friend’s boredom and restlessness, so he could stop pretending like he was studying his own script. The younger man leaned forward and put his head in his hands, letting out a strained groan as he rubbed his eyes.

“I don’t think I can take any more of this studying, mate,” Paul muttered. “I close my eyes and all I see is ‘No, actually, we’re just good friends’. Why do I have to say that, like, a dozen times? It’s only hardly clever.”

“Quite the realistic portrait, then,” John replied lazily, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips when Paul shot him an irritated glance. “I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

Paul checked his wristwatch. “When do you think they’ll be back? I thought Ringo was just going to wander about the town. How long could that filming possibly take? It’s not even scripted. Plus, he’s got that massive hangover. I figured they’d be back around by now.”

John shrugged. George had gone along with Ringo to provide some moral support for the dreaded scene (every scene was dreaded for Ringo today, as Paul was right—he was sporting a massive hangover), leaving Paul and John behind to study for their next appearance. For Paul, it was out of necessity; the poor lad struggled with keeping up with his lines, a fact that made him irritated and anxious. Paul typically wasn’t poor at things. For John, the desertion was more punishment for disappearing on set the day before to explore the city a bit. He didn’t mind, though. It could be worse; Paul could have left him as well. At least he had some company.

“We could go to the pub we passed yesterday,” John observed. “I could use a quick drink. Or two.”

Paul frowned, but John could see him shake his head in slight amusement at his friend’s remarks. “No, we won’t be doing that. Could you imagine how much trouble you’d be in with Brian if you disappeared again? To drink, no less? Sometimes I don’t know what goes on in your daft mind.”

John chuckled at that. He quite enjoyed teasing his friend, pushing forth this Teddy-boy persona that he sported when they first met seven years prior. Though he had no intention of actually going to get drunk in the middle of a work day, he knew that the boy wouldn’t tell the difference. He was aware that his behavior gave Paul a bit of a superiority complex, the feeling of being “the good one”, and the thought of that amused him. The public had yet to see how mischievous Paul McCartney actually was, his puppy dog eyes betraying him at every turn.

Of course, John was one of the few people that saw past Paul’s angelic front. The times they’d shared together had proved that even Brian and George Martin were fooled, as John often fell victim to blame for things that Paul had done. He didn’t quite mind the dynamic, though. He was hardly in real trouble, and it felt nice to have a part of Paul that the others didn’t. He was so hard to read at first, so hard to get close to. The intimacy was welcome to John, in a comforting, familial way.

“What shall we do then?” John mused. He huffed as he struggled to pull himself into an upright position, his joints popping at the sudden movement after being a puddle of nothing for so long. “Go for a smoke? Go for a stroll? Go fetch a bird?” He winked at the last suggestion as heat rose into Paul’s cheeks. Last night, John had also unintentionally taken the blame for a girl that Paul had snuck into the dressing room. Paul had been mortified and profusely thanked him, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have a little fun with the knowledge.

“Actually,” Paul replied, rubbing his temples, “I’m quite exhausted. Might have a go at a nap.”

“Paul,” John whined, feigned desperation in his voice, “You can’t. I’m so bored. If you leave, I’ll have nothing.”

“Oh, all right,” the boy sighed. “Then you think of something to do. My mind is strained. And,” he jumped, as John opened his mouth to say something, “we’re not going out. I feel like I’m responsible for you right now. Don’t make me put you in time out.” Paul slouched back as the chair engulfed his figure and closed his eyes, humming softly to himself as he let fatigue overtake him.

John’s stomach flipped Paul’s words, though he almost cocked an eyebrow at the absurdity of the feeling. He quickly shook it off, feeling sure it was nothing more than the delight of knowing he could pester Paul endlessly, now that he was aware how Paul felt of the situation. If he was John’s babysitter, then John would act… well, like a child.

John stretched his legs just far enough as to where he could kick the other man’s foot. Paul half-lidded eyes looked up at him with a slightly annoyed expression, but he was met only with the amusement that twinkled in John’s. This seemed to irritate him further, not feeling at all in the mood for physical banter. So John kicked him again.

Paul’s eyes flew open. “Christ, lad, would you knock it off? I’m not in the mood. If you won’t let me leave, at least let me rest here.”

“But I’m bored,” John whined again. “I want to do something.”

“Look over your script,” Paul muttered as he turned his back on him, shifting to curl up into the armchair. “I don’t want to have to deal with you going on about fish and finger pies again next take. I have enough to worry about with my own lines.”

“You don’t own me, Paul,” John shot back. “You’re not in charge.”

“I bloody might as well be,” came the muffled voice that now felt far away.

John fell back on the couch himself, defeated. He gazed out the window again, eyes following an adorable little bird that hopped from tree limb to tree limb. He felt for that bird, or rather, he felt the need to be that bird, happily hopping on without a care in the world. It was so simple and innocent. He wanted to reach his hand through the glass and stroke the little bird, with its enchantingly dark feathers. To John, it looked like midnight, when the sky was still and the world was quiet and there was nothing but yourself and the atmosphere, high above you. Was it a blackbird? A crow, maybe? Its tiny black eyes were empty, devoid of emotion, but not threatening or eerie. Just… there. Being. Existing. It lived only to live, not to please, or love, or conquer. Oh, to be the little bird.

John continued to marvel at it for a few more moments before it fluttered out of sight. He was left with nothing again, his mind grasping at something else to attend to. The script fell out of his hands onto the floor with a thick thud, making Paul twitch in his barely-there state of consciousness.

Paul! A wonderful thing to capture his attention. John nudged his foot against the chair, hoping to shift it just slightly. When that didn’t work, he pushed a bit harder, sending a croaking sound through the room as the chair leg slipped off the rug and onto the hardwood.

“Piss off, Lennon,” Paul growled, his voice thick with the beginnings of sleep. But John couldn’t let him drift asleep. He would be so dreadfully bored.

John got to his knees on the couch, facing Paul’s chair. He gently pushed the stand with the ashtray and Paul’s script out of the way, and leaned forward, interlacing his fingers on the arm of the couch and resting his chin atop them. He could see Paul’s side rising and falling rhythmically, the stiff fabric of his dress shirt crinkling with every inhale. He hadn’t changed out from earlier, and was still wearing the pressed white button down, black tie, and black trousers. The only thing he had removed was his suit jacket, which lay draped across the back of the chair. John assumed Paul had noticed the warm thickness of the air in the room as well.

Paul’s side stared back at him, open and inviting. He knew exactly what to do, to piss Paul off to the perfect degree while also keeping up the good spirits. He removed a hand from under his chin and stretched ever so slightly before jamming two fingers—hard—into Paul’s soft side.

Paul yelped in surprise and jerked awake and alert, trying to comprehend what had just happened. John watched him smugly as his brow furrowed in confusion, then annoyance. “For fuck’s sake, John, is it so hard to keep your hands to yourself? You’re a child.”

John said nothing, just watched in anticipation as Paul turned away again, muttering something under his breath. He was cranky now, and John wanted to push his limits. He had nothing better to do, anyway. He tentatively reached back over and, in one swift movement, pinched Paul’s side again and retreated into the far side of the couch.

Paul swung blindly, nearly missing contact with John’s extended forearm as he jumped back. John suppressed a giddy grin, knowing that he had succeeded in his mission. Paul was now wide awake and visibly frustrated, taking a moment to rub his tender side while muttering a string of unflattering curses.

“You wanker,” he shot at John, his eyes burning as he massaged his sore spot. Paul knew that John knew that’s where his weak spot was, his ticklish spot. He was only lucky that John had poked and pinched instead of lightly grazing and prodding. They shared a look, both of them well aware of that fact. John couldn’t help but cock a knowing eyebrow at him, as if to say, I could if I wanted to.

Suddenly, Paul’s eyes darkened. John’s breath caught in his throat as he watched a mischievous glint overtake Paul’s gaze. He watched Paul’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, running his tongue between his lips in anticipation. John wasn’t sure what the transformation was, but it couldn’t be good. He felt in a moment that he had lost control of the situation. He opened his mouth to speak, willing himself to come up with something spectacularly witty, until—

Paul had lurched on top of him in a matter of seconds, digging his fingers into John’s sides. John initially gasped as ticklish tremors ran through his body, the sounds of pure, unfiltered laughter soon filling the air. John twisted under Paul’s iron grip as tears began to spring to his eyes from the hysteria, gasping for breath and unable to keep himself from breaking into a fit of giggles every few seconds. He weakly attempted to reach up and grasp at Paul’s weak spots, trying to give himself the edge again, but Paul caught his wrist with one hand, pinning the other down with his knee. “Uh uh uh,” he chastised, pushing John’s wrist into the couch and underneath his other knee. He was straddling him on the couch, his knees trapping John’s hands at his sides while Paul’s hands were free to mercilessly attack John’s sides, stomach, and neck.

“P-please,” he wheezed, as Paul chuckled lightheartedly above him. “Please stop, I- I can’t breathe—”

“You asked for this,” Paul retorted, not ceasing the torturous movements. His tone was light and amused, sounding as though he found himself greatly enamored with the visual of John writhing helplessly beneath him. “Next time, keep your bloody hands to yourself.”

“I will, I will,” John gasped, a tear rolling down his cheek. Slowly, Paul ceased his assault, and rocked back on his heels, letting John’s hands free. He watched as the man caught his breath beneath him, reaching up to wipe away a tear that had fallen in the hysteria. “That was not funny,” John asserted in a mock-serious tone, secretly hoping that Paul would go at it again.

The thought pulled a frown to his face as he contemplated what had just popped into his head. He was “secretly hoping Paul would do that again”? Why? Why did he feel the need to keep it a secret? Why had Paul’s devilish fingers made John’s skin feel so… electric, and tingly? And most importantly, why was he now acutely aware that the man was sitting on John’s lap?

Paul let out an airy laugh and raised himself up off the sofa. John breathed a sigh of relief, concerned over the thoughts that spilled into his head. What the fuck was going on? This was Paul. He enjoyed spending time with him, teasing him, messing with him, pissing him off and making him laugh. Paul, his bandmate. His best friend. His suddenly strangely entrancing best—

Shut up, John begged his mind. He didn’t want to follow himself down a rabbit hole of that sort.

Paul was making his way back to the armchair. He plopped into it, looking as though he was the one who had just been tickled to death. He looked at John with a grin of satisfaction and power, and John knew that the man was about to go for a nap again knowing that John wouldn’t mess with him in that way again.

He liked to prove Paul wrong.

As soon as Paul’s eyes fluttered closed once more, and his breathing became steadier and deeper, John formulated another plan. One that, this time, he would surely be in control of. He watched Paul’s chest rise and fall for a few minutes, waiting for his eyelashes to stop twitching, willing the man to fall just enough asleep to where he would be slightly delirious upon a quick awakening. That way, he couldn’t catch John with surprise force as he executed the first step of his plan.

John waited the tiniest bit longer, until he was sure that his friend wasn’t just pretending, and went for it. In a quick movement, John jumped up and pulled at Paul’s wrists, thrusting him onto the floor forcefully but not painfully. The man blinked wildly as John held both his wrists over his head with one hand and began to aggressively tickle Paul’s exposed armpits. He jerked away from John’s touch, still in a faint haze about what was happening, before he began to come to his senses and bite back a cry of laughter. John knew that Paul was far more ticklish than he, and that the quick prodding and nudging wouldn’t drive him nearly as crazy as light, barely-there touches.

He began to cry out on the floor beside John, who was lying on his side, holding Paul’s hands with one arm and attacking him with the other. “Jesus, John, you bastard,” he wheezed, trying to force himself up but unable to do so. His wrists strained against John’s grip.

This struggle continued for a few more minutes, before John’s own stomach hurt from laughing so much. He released his friend and collapsed on the rug beside him, both of their laughter dying out softly as they caught their breath. A silence of about five minutes ensued, neither speaking but both acknowledging the comforting warmth of their shoulders pressed against one other.

After a long recovery, Paul tentatively lifted a leg and crossed it over, placing it in between John’s. Shooting his friend an inquisitive glance—not that this intertwining or personal touch was a strange posture for them, as they had had countless sleepovers in John’s far-too-tiny bed in his Mimi’s home growing up—John nudged Paul’s foot with his own to encourage him to speak what was on his mind.

“Thank you,” Paul said, the tint of laughter still coloring his voice.

“For what?” John replied noncommittedly. He kept his eyes on the ceiling, which was a rather putrid tile, almost like the ceilings in grade school—something that was jarring against the rather royal layout of the rest of the room. He trained his gaze on a particular patch of water damage shaped a bit like the bird he had watched earlier, through the window.

“I know you could have done worse in that little fight,” Paul mused. “I think I would have peed me self. Or died. Whichever came first.”

John hummed in response, now aware that the little leg movement was almost a thank you in and of itself. That simple search for physical contact, a gesture of appreciation, made John’s heart swell. He liked feeling appreciated. It was almost as if John was a girl, and Paul had reached down to interlace their fingers together and offer a quick squeeze, but John wasn’t a girl and instead Paul had thoughtlessly interlaced their legs. It was a nice feeling, one that spread warmth across John’s chest. As much as he wore Paul down, he was so thankful for him. It was a genuine admiration and appreciation (that he hoped was mutual), an experience that was rather foreign to him throughout life so far. He supposed much of that was brought on by himself—if he hadn’t been such a naughty child in school, if he’d been a bit better behaved for his parents, if he hadn’t been such a dick to the girlfriends he’d had. But with Paul, things were different. There were no expectations of being a son, a pupil, a lover. They could just be. Just like the bird.

John smiled to himself at the thought.

#the beatles #beatles fanfiction #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison (mentioned)#ringo starr (mentioned)#fluff? with hints of pg13 #a hard day's night #john and paul

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janeyseymour · 4 years ago

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Surprise (She Already Knows)

“Do you think you could come down to the diner?” Jenna whispered into the phone.

“Is it alright if I have Lu with me?” Jane asked, quite confused. Usually, Jenna didn’t ask the blonde to come to the diner; she would just show up.

“That’s fine. I’ll pawn her off on Cal. I need to talk to you about something.”

“We’ll be down in a few minutes.” Jane hung up and turned to the little girl sitting at the kitchen table doing homework.

“Pack up your things love,” the blonde said gently. Lulu looked up at her confused.

“Why?”

“Your mama wants us to go down to the diner.”

“But we’re normally not allowed to go until my homework is finished.”

“I know honey. But mama just called and asked me to bring you down. I think Cal might make you something special?” she tried to convince the girl.

“Okay! Do you think he could make me waffles?”

“Maybe sweetheart. But let’s get going.”

The two made their way to the diner quickly, Jane sending a text informing Jenna that the only way she could get Lulu to pack up her things was bribing her with waffles from Cal. Jenna chuckled at the text before replying that she would have the cook make some for the two of them.

“Mama!” Lulu yelled when she entered the diner.

“Hi honey!” The baker looked frazzled, but when the light of her life came through the door, she plastered a smile on her face. “I think Cal has something for you in the kitchen. Why don’t you go see what it is?”

“Okay!” The little girl ran into the kitchen without hesitation. Jane watched the little girl go as she pranced into the kitchen.

“Jane!” Jenna snapped the blonde out of her daze.

“What?”

“I’m freaking out.” That got Jane’s attention.

“What’s wrong, love? Did something happen between you and Jim?”

“Yeah, something did happen between me and Jim.” Jenna put her head in her hands.

“What happened?”

“A baby,” the diner owner groaned as she pulled a pregnancy test out of her apron.

“That’s wonderful sweetie! Congratulations!”

“It could be, but I don't know! I don’t know if that’s what Jim wants! What if he doesn’t want another child?”

“Didn’t you say he adopted Lulu?”

“Well yeah, but that was then. What if he’s losing interest in me and Lulu, or this new baby thing freaks him out and-”

“I really think you’re overthinking this. That man absolutely worships the ground you and Lu walk on.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Trust me on this one. I think you should tell him.” Jane kept her mouth shut about the conversation she and her friend’s husband had a few weeks ago.

“You’re a woman.” Jim pointed at the blonde on one of the rare days he was the first one home to relieve Jane from her duties.

“Very observant of you. I am indeed a woman.” Jane rolled her eyes playfully.

“And you know my wife!”

“I do know Jenna. Once again, nice observation skills buddy,” she snorted.

“No, like... You KNOW her. You guys do that whole ‘girl talk’ thing all the time.”

“Ah, so you’re coming to me for advice. Jenna didn’t tell me you did anything stupid recently,” Jane joked. “What’s up?”

“IwantanotherkidbutIdon’tknowhowJennawillfeelaboutitconsideringshealreadyhasherhandsfullwiththedinerandLuluand-”

“Woah. Jim, take a breath and say it again.” The man took a deep breath before rushing out what he had said even faster this time.

“Slow down.”

“I want another kid, but I don’t know how Jenna will feel about it considering she already has her hands full with the diner and Lulu and-”

“Have you talked to her?”

“Well, no. But, I want to know if she’s said anything to you about wanting another because if she doesn’t, then I don’t want to put any more pressure on her. She’s already got so much going on.”

“She hasn’t said anything to me regarding that either way, so I think that you need to man up and ask her yourself. Although, I do respect you for not wanting to pressure her into that sort of thing.” Jane cringed a bit as she remembered her past.

As it turned out, Jim was over the moon when Jenna finally decided to tell him she was pregnant.

“Holy shit Jenna! We’re having a baby!” He lifted her up.

“How are we going to tell Lulu?” The baker asked her husband.

“Do you think you could be there when we tell Lu?” Jenna begged her friend.

“Isn’t that kind of a... family thing?”

“You are family.”

“Well I’m honored to be considered family, but I really think that just you and Jim should be there when you tell her,” Jane countered.

“Please?” The brunette looked at her friend with pleading eyes.

“Fine,” the queen relented.

“Lulu hun, Jane’s here!” Jenna called her daughter as she heard the doorbell ring.

“Janey!” The little one ran to the front door and ripped the door open. “Janey!” She yelled as she flung herself into the former queen’s arms.

“Hi little Lu! Is your mama around?”

“Yeah, Mama’s in the kitchen like usual. Daddy’s in the kitchen too. They told me to play in my bedroom while they made dinner.”

“Oh.” Jane knew what that meant. “Jenna! We’re coming into the kitchen!” She called, hoping and praying the couple would pull away from each other with her warning.

“Why are you here anyway? Mama and Daddy aren’t working, and that’s when I normally see you,” Lulu noted.

“You’re right sweetheart, but your mama invited me over for dinner.”

“Oh,” Lulu looked confused. Lately, the group had been gathering at the queens’ house. “Why aren’t my other girls here?” Jane grinned. Lulu had grown to be quite fond of all of the queens, Catherine of Aragon included, and had started referring to them as ‘her girls’ not long after their first movie night together.

“I think Mama just wanted a night where she doesn’t have to make three pies because Annie will eat them all.”

“Oh Annie,” Lulu giggled. “She really does love Mama’s pies.” The two entered the kitchen.

“Hey Jane!” Jenna attempted to wipe off the smudged lipstick on her face. Jane shot her a knowing look.

“Dinner’s almost ready. Do you think you could keep Lulu entertained for a few minutes while,” she paused. “While Jim and I finish up, uh, dinner?”

Jane pursed her lips. She knew what ‘finishing up dinner’ meant. “Sick bastards,” she mumbled under her breath. “I suppose so.”

“Thank you.”

“Come on Lu, let’s go color.”

“Do you think if it’s good enough, Mama will let me hang it on the fridge?” She asked as they were walking away.

“Mama is always looking for new pictures to hang on the fridge!” Jenna called to her daughter.

“Janey look!” Lulu held up her drawing proudly.

“Oh honey, that’s lovely!” Jane replied immediately before taking in what the little girl had drawn. It was Jenna, Jim, Lulu, Jane and the other queens, and... a baby?

“Who is the baby in the picture?” Jane asked cautiously.

“My new baby brother or sister!�� Lulu explained excitedly. Jane was at a loss for words. Did Jenna already tell her the news?

“Oh?” was all the blonde could get out.

“Mama and Daddy haven’t told me anything, but they aren’t very good at keeping secrets. I think that’s why you’re here. They’re going to tell me tonight. Am I right?”

“I-” Jane stammered out.

“Dinner’s ready!” Jenna called from the dining room. Thank god for dinner. The two made their way into the kitchen quickly, Jane pulling Jenna to the living room.

“Did you tell her?” Jane got to the point.

“No! Why would you think that?”

“She knows.”

“She- what?” Jenna whisper-shouted.

“She told me she knows. She knows that’s why I’m here tonight. She even drew this.” Jane picked up the drawing from the coffee table. “Told me that ‘Mama and Daddy aren’t very good at keeping secrets,’ and asked me if you were going to tell her tonight.”

“Holy shit.”

“I didn’t know what to say!”

“Lulu Hunterson!” The baker marched herself into the dining room.

“Yes Mama?” The girl played innocent.

“How do you know?”

“How do I know what?”

“How does she know what?” Jim looked up from his plate.

“Jim, she knows about the baby,” Jenna explained, rolling her eyes in the process.

“She knows?” Jim’s eyes went wide.

“You and Mama aren’t very good at keeping secrets,” the girl informed her father.

“Well,” Jane drew out, not quite knowing what to say.

“How do you feel about this hun?” Jenna looked at her daughter.

“So I’m right?” The girl still played innocent.

“Yes hun. Mama’s having another baby, and you’re going to be a big sister.”

“This is the best news ever!” Lulu ran into her mother’s arms. “I hope it’s a girl so I can play with her, and we can bake together, and-” Jenna broke down into tears. “What’s wrong Mama?”

“Nothing baby. These are just happy tears.”

“So, now that I know, can we eat dinner?” Lulu giggled. Her mind was always on food.

“So,” Jane laughed after they had put Lulu to bed that night.

“That couldn’t have gone any better.” Jim wrapped an arm around his wife.

“Thank you for coming over and supporting us, even if we clearly didn’t need it in the first place,” the baker thanked her friend profusely.

“I’ll always do anything for you guys, you know that.”

“Well that’s good to know,” Jenna paused before saying, “Aunt Janey.”

“I- what?” The third queen’s eyes filled with tears.

“Lulu called you that the other day, and with another one on the way, it seems fitting. She actually wanted to ask you if it was okay if she started calling you that, but she was nervous to.”

“I would be honored.” Jane threw her arms around the baker.

#six the musical #six musical #waitress the musical #waitress musical #jenna hunterson #jane seymour #waitress the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfiction

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omnipointmuses · 4 years ago

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Stream Event! Guest Star: Applejack!

The following is a lil collab of sorts. Written by me, Nevermindtheweights or Karma involving my AJ and the delightful Princess Luna, written my DiVi here. This is my collaboration to their little streaming event for the month. I hope DiVi finds this all fitting to their Luna and also what we have established over our short but fun AJ and Luna ship.

If you enjoyed this, my AJ can be found here - @countrygalfeedin

Please enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

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"Good evening everyone. It's your adored Princess Luna here and I'm going to be joined by a rather special friend of mine today." The hefty mass of regal equine announced once her stream had full started, the viewer count ticking up as her fans started to join in to witness what was to be the first major event since the beginning of this vorey month she had announced. The nerdy princess of the night giggled and beamed warmly as she went on to greet a few of the regulars, altering some of the settings as she clicked here and there. This had to be perfect! It was her first guest and she wanted this to be a success. Licking her lips, the scents of food were notable in her room, thanks to her guest was.

"Now then..." She stated, her tone getting a little more authoritative as she started to get settled into her 'host' role for the evening. "I should mention that this little interview.... hang out... whatever we're calling it won't involve any vore. I know, I know. You lot want that but this guest is a fellow predator and I enjoy her company quite a bit. It's fine since she has plenty of foods made for just this. You'll know.... perfectly why I've been expanding a lot more once you see it all~" Leaning back, a hand would pat her stomach which the creaking chair marked the swelling rump's presence. The chat seemed to be interested too, a few various emotes and chatter rushing past.

"So! Without further ado...." She beckoned off camera and giggled. "Say hello to Applejack! A big ol' country beauty who I'm sure you'll adore as I do!" Luna declared as AJ slowly waddled into view and took the seat beside the weight Princess. The orange mare was dressed casually with her hat taken off for more presentable measure. Jeans and t-shirt, it suited her well enough for this and her sheer size was notable beside Luna. While certainly not as greedy nor as massive as the princess, the fans seemed to like that a fellow fatty has been revealed.

"Heh... Thanks fer that sugahcube. Howdy folks. Ah ain't too.... versed in all this tech stuff but thanks fer havin' me!" Her accent seemed much thicker thanks to the more regal tone of the princess being a contrasting tone to it. However, it seemed the fans liked her and perhaps this would go well. "So, err... Luna wanted me ta explain a lil 'bout mahself. So ah'm a farmer at heart but o' late ah've been ruinnin' the brand as much as the farm. Sweet Apple Acres, some of ya might know the place. We make cider mainly as well as a ton o' other stuff. Luna has been a patron for a while...."

"Guilty~ The cider is just amazing. As is the food!" Luna chipped in, licking her lips as the aroma of the various delights of AJ's cooking kept teasing her. AJ, taking the hint, laughed a little.

"Heh... Ain't gonna brag but... Ah'm kinda a bit of a cook. No chef but ah cook a lot of country delights. In fact.... Luna wanted to eat some of this stuff on stream with me fer ya all ta enjoy so...."

A bit of a fumble would happen before the camera was zoomed out to reveal a large tray being pulled out, laden with AJ's home-cooked delights. Fritters and pies sat proudly steaming, hot and packed full of apples and calories. Deep bowls were filled with fried chicken, spiced accordingly to how Luna liked it, sweetened with a honey drizzle, thick buttermilk biscuits with chicken gravy dips that look thick and herbed. Not only that there was a few stacked burgers, hand-made on crusty buns. Patties that were thick and smothered with cheesy goodness, added with onions and bacon. Finally, there was two products of Potatoes. One was a large mass of clearly buttery mashed potatoes and bowls of spiced fries, thickly cut and crispy. It was a simply if small country banquet. Licking her lips along with Luna, AJ went through what everything was for the crowd that seemed to be eager over all the foods.

So, once the duo caught each other's eyes, they nodded and got to work. Hands would grasp at whatever goodness they could reach and the thousands of fans would bare witness to a sheer amount of gluttony. The two styles were as expected, Luna's greater size allowing her to grab and stuff more down her gullet. From lumps of mashed potatoes to those stacked burgers, they would be wolfed down with lingering traces of grease and mess upon her lips that would be licked up eagerly by a tongue that was known to force down eager prey. AJ was a little more relaxed with it. Murring faintly from her own large mouthuls. While Luna went for the greasy foods, AJ favoured the fritters above all else. Crumbs would litter her lips and fall upon her pudgy bosom as she munched and chewed down the gooey sugary delight within the calorie-rich pastries. The duo were quite something to behold, the chat seeming to cheer over their gluttony. The duo kept at it, their own styles keeping them fed. Luna however, started to smirk as she swallowed down a hunk of pie along with some fries. Grabbing a burger, her grasp making it ooze out of the side of the bun, sauce and grease dribbling down her hands, she leaned over to AJ whose eyes widened a little in surprise.

"Open up, country gal~" Luna teased, giving quite the bedroom eyes as the orange mare opened her maw once another fritter went to joining the friends in her gurgling gut. Needless to say the messy burger was crammed down the blonde's throat, with Luna making sure AJ affectionately licked off the grease, cheese and sauce that lingered on her hands. AJ, grunting a little from the sudden meal she had been forced to swallow down, grabbed a large handful of the buttery and hot mashed potatoes and naturally, returned the favour. The hedonistic side of Luna was happy enough to go along with it, enthusiastically lapping it down as her tongue licked over the other's hands. It seemed to be daring her to do better and bigger....

The next half an hour the crowds would witness would be the two girls going at it. Feeding each other messily, handfuls of this and that being pushed into lips, messy flabby bulks squishing into each other as the duo were in this enrapturing moment of shared gluttony. The tray was bumped and knocked by guts and chests both as flabby hands grasped at whatever they could to give them ammo in this feeding session. Hunks of fried chicken were moaned down by both parties, followed by the creamy mashed potatoes or the crispy fries, gravy poured down throats as chasers to the foods they were devouring. Slices of pies were crammed against maws in which tongues and lips were eagerly trying to clear and work inside as the world would bare witness to quite the session between the girls. It was hard to look away from, every second a sound or noise of delight or gluttony being heard as the stocks of food slowly vanished from the tray to both inside and on the two fatty girls.The event would ebb out slowly as the girls, both with hooded eyes and panting from fullness and excitement, tried to keep calm....

"S-so.... ooof....UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.....!" Belched out Luna as she tried to recompose herself a little, brushing some hair back and addressing the camera, her fans, before belching out thunderously. "As you can see... my dear friend AJ here.... is.... quite the cook~ Able to keep me fed that's for sure~" She winked at her friend who waved a messy hand as she tried to find some words, electing to only belch instead as her stomach gurgled. AJ was a little out of it herself truth be told.

"We had planned a whole... interview and....more but..... I think the stream will end their for now folks...~" Luna soon said as she fumbled with the keyboard, a little too hot and bothered to keep the stream running for what was about to happen next between simple farm girl and regal princess.....~ The chat could only speculate as the activity flared ont he screen but by now, the greedy duo didn't care. Not even the pings could be heard over the moans of their kisses....~

#ic #Omnipoint!princess luna #countrygalfeedin #submission #:heart eyes:#*screams*#thankie friendo it's good #EVERYONE LOOKIT THIS GOOD FIC HECK

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did dany stark liking drogo cause she was like fuck it i dont have a choice? does she talk about it in the books?

I assume you meant “did daenerys start liking drogo because she was like fuck it I don’t have a choice?” Because there is no dany stark in relation to drogo haha.

So, firstly, I want to take a look at Daenerys and her relationship with Viserys.

Viserys fled Dragonstone with his newborn sister after his mother died on the birthing bed. Mother dead, father dead, brother dead, nieces and nephews dead. They were alone in the world. Growing up, Daenerys always and only had her brother. She always expected to marry her brother and continue the Targaryen line through any child they would have.

This is important when dissecting Daenerys and her relationship to Drogo.

Dany’s relationship and her thoughts on Drogo reflect her upbringing and expectations of marriage from Viserys. She believed she would marry her abusive brother, he would be cruel and love wouldn’t factor in it. Drogo’s behavior is what marriage meets her expectations and when it improves, to her it’s love.

This is interesting to me because I can actually relate to this on a personal level. My mother is one of the strongest people I know. Her father, my grandfather, was an abusive alcoholic, but when he was sober he was the only one who took time to care for her and didn’t ignore her. There were times when he would beat her unconscious, but because there were times when he was a kind and loving father when sober, my mother took his as what love means. My mother has her first real romantic relationship, and guess what, he is also very abusive towards her, blamed her for it, but then turned around and told her he loved her. She’s told me that she indeed thought that this was what love was, up until she had her own children and realized that no, that’s not what love is.

Viserys is extremely abusive towards his sister.

Visery’s fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. “You will not fail me tonight [referring to bedding Drogo]. If you do, it will go hard for you. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?” His fingers twisted her, the pinch cruelly hard through the rough fabric of her tunic. “Do you?” he repeated.’

“With Khal Drogo’s army, that is how we go home. And if you must wed him and bed him for that, you will.” [Viserys] smiled at her. “I’d let his whole khalasar fuck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army.”

Dany pulled the lion pelt tighter about her shoulders. “Viserys said once that it was my fault, for being born too late.” She had denied it hotly, she remembered, going so far as to tell Viserys that it was his fault for not being born a girl. He beat her cruelly for that insolence. - Daenerys IV ASOS

Viserys resented Daenerys for the crime of being born because it resulted in the death of his mother even though she had no control over this. He was verbally and physically abusive towards her, warns her not to “wake the dragon” [classic manipulative abuse behavior in which the victim is made to believe it is their fault for inciting the rage of the aggressor and the abuse. “Look what you made me do.” Viserys tries to take Daenerys’ virginity before she’s married off to Drogo, Illyrio has to put guards outside her room to stop her own brother from raping her at the age of 13.

So, by this, we see that Viserys is extremely abusive towards his sister. Daenerys is made to feel like it’s her fault that he’s abusing her, “You’ve done it now! You woke the dragon!” He physically, emotionally and sexually abuses her as well. The reason I’m bringing Viserys up is because by Daenerys having no one else in the world but her abusive brother who she believed herself to eventually marry, she believes this abuse to be a form of love.

Daenerys is nothing but a child when she’s sold to Drogo. He terrifies her. She’s more scared of him than she has ever been of Viserys, a person who abused her and beat her most of her life.

Dany wanted to run and hide, but her brother was looking at her, and if she displeased him she knew she would wake the dragon. Anxiously, she turned and looked at the man Viserys hoped would ask to wed her before the night was done. - Daenerys i, AGoT

Dany looked at Khal Drogo. His face was hard and cruel, his eyes as cold and dark as onyx. Her brother hurt her sometimes, when she woke the dragon, but he did not frighten her the way this man frightened her. “I don’t want to be his queen,” she heard herself say in a small, thin voice. “Please, please, Viserys, I don’t want to, I want to go home.”

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Dany had only meant their rooms in Illyrio’s estate, no true home surely, though all they had, but her brother did not want to hear that. There was no home there for him. Even the big house with the red door had not been home for him. His fingers dug hard into her arm, demanding an answer. “I don’t know … ” she said at last, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes.

“I do,” he said sharply. “We go home with an army, sweet sister. With Khal Drogo’s army, that is how we go home. And if you must wed him and bed him for that, you will.” He smiled at her. “I’d let his whole khalasar fuck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army. Be grateful it is only Drogo. In time you may even learn to like him. Now dry your eyes. Illyrio is bringing him over, and he will not see you crying.”

Dany turned and saw that it was true. Magister Illyrio, all smiles and bows, was escorting Khal Drogo over to where they stood. She brushed away unfallen tears with the back of her hand.

“Smile,” Viserys whispered nervously, his hand failing to the hilt of his sword. “And stand up straight. Let him see that you have breasts. Gods know, you have little enough as is.” Daenerys smiled, and stood up straight. - Daenerys i, AGoT

The entirety of her wedding feast, she’s dreading what’s to come at the ceremony and consummation.

Daenerys Targaryen wed Khal Drogo with fear and barbaric splendor in a field beyond the walls of Pentos, for the Dothraki believed that all things of importance in a man’s life must be done beneath the open sky. - Daenerys ii, AGoT

Viserys was hitting her, hurting her. She was naked, clumsy with fear. She ran from him, but her body seemed thick and ungainly. He struck her again. She stumbled and fell. “You woke the dragon,” he screamed as he kicked her. “You woke the dragon, you woke the dragon.” Her thighs were slick with blood. She closed her eyes and whimpered. As if in answer, there was a hideous ripping sound and the crackling of some great fire. When she looked again, Viserys was gone, great columns of flame rose all around, and in the midst of them was the dragon. It turned its great head slowly. When its molten eyes found hers, she woke, shaking and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She had never been so afraid … … until the day of her wedding came at last. - Daenerys ii, AGoT

Dany had never felt so alone as she did seated in the midst of that vast horde. Her brother had told her to smile, and so she smiled until her face ached and the tears came unbidden to her eyes. She did her best to hide them, knowing how angry Viserys would be if he saw her crying, terrified of how Khal Drogo might react. Food was brought to her, steaming joints of meat and thick black sausages and Dothraki blood pies, and later fruits and sweetgrass stews and delicate pastries from the kitchens of Pentos, but she waved it all away. Her stomach was a roil, and she knew she could keep none of it down. There was no one to talk to. Khal Drogo shouted commands and jests down to his bloodriders, and laughed at their replies, but he scarcely glanced at Dany beside him. They had no common language. Dothraki was incomprehensible to her, and the khal knew only a few words of the bastard Valyrian of the Free Cities, and none at all of the Common Tongue of the Seven Kingdoms. She would even have welcomed the conversation of Illyrio and her brother, but they were too far below to hear her. So she sat in her wedding silks, nursing a cup of honeyed wine, afraid to eat, talking silently to herself. I am blood of the dragon, she told herself. I am Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror. - Daenerys ii, AGoT

As the hours passed, the terror grew in Dany, until it was all she could do not to scream. She was afraid of the Dothraki, whose ways seemed alien and monstrous, as if they were beasts in human skins and not true men at all. She was afraid of her brother, of what he might do if she failed him. Most of all, she was afraid of what would happen tonight under the stars, when her brother gave her up to the hulking giant who sat drinking beside her with a face as still and cruel as a bronze mask. I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself again. When at last the sun was low in the sky, Khal Drogo clapped his hands together, and the drums and the shouting and feasting came to a sudden halt. Drogo stood and pulled Dany to her feet beside him. It was time for her bride gifts. And after the gifts, she knew, after the sun had gone down, it would be time for the first ride and the consummation of her marriage. Dany tried to put the thought aside, but it would not leave her. She hugged herself to try to keep from shaking. - Daenerys ii, AGoT

The last sliver of sun vanished behind the high walls of Pentos to the west just then. Dany had lost all track of time. Khal Drogo commanded his bloodriders to bring forth his own horse, a lean red stallion. As the khal was saddling the horse, Viserys slid close to Dany on her silver, dug his fingers into her leg, and said, “Please him, sweet sister, or I swear, you will see the dragon wake as it has never woken before.” The fear came back to her then, with her brother’s words. She felt like a child once more, only thirteen and all alone, not ready for what was about to happen to her. - Daenerys ii, AGoT

As you can clearly read, Daenerys has absolutely no wish to marry this man or be anywhere near him for that matter. He terrifies her more than her brother ever has. She knows she’s being sold, she knows she will be nothing more than a glorified slave. GRRM paints that picture clearly for us and Daenerys as the slaves speak about how Drogo is so rich that even his slaves have golden chains, just as they slip a golden collar around her neck. This makes it crystal clear to the audience that Daenerys is being sold and will be nothing more than a glorified slave to this man.

Women have very complicated and complex relationships with anyone who’s abused them, but especially with husbands or brothers who’ve abused them as well. Being an abuse or domestic violence abuser is really, really, really confusing and terrifying and traumatizing because we feel the need to feel sorry for our abusers or stay with them out of fear or a feeling of obligation.

For Dany, she clearly recognizes that Viserys was cruel, weak, and mad in the end, yet she continues to feel guilt and remorse for him after his death. She often thinks back to her childhood with him when he wasn’t abusive, when he was all she had in the world, and feels deep remorse for his death. She names her dragon after him, believing that Viserion will be what her brother was not. She sees him in visions and in dreams. She recognizes that he abused and hurt her, but he was still her brother, and she still loved him and often thinks back to the times they had when he wasn’t abusive, when he was all she had.

Dany develops Stockholm Syndrome with Drogo in order to survive being a child bride sold to a man twice her age who violently sexually abusive towards her. She was extremely miserable early on in their marriage, was very lonely as she could only communicate with her brother, Jorah and the other bed slaves.

She cried herself to sleep each night and even considered killing herself to end the abuse she dealt with at the hands of her husband.

Even the nights brought no relief. Khal Drogo ignored her when they rode, even as he had ignored her during their wedding, and spent his evenings drinking with his warriors and bloodriders, racing his prize horses, watching women dance and men die. Dany had no place in these parts of his life. She was left to sup alone, or with Ser Jorah and her brother, and afterward to cry herself to sleep. Yet every night, some time before the dawn, Drogo would come to her tent and wake her in the dark, to ride her as relentlessly as he rode his stallion. He always took her from behind, Dothraki fashion, for which Dany was grateful; that way her lord husband could not see the tears that wet her face, and she could use her pillow to muffle her cries of pain. When he was done, he would close his eyes and begin to snore softly and Dany would lie beside him, her body bruised and sore, hurting too much for sleep. Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night … - Daenerys ii, AGoT

She slowly adapted to Dothraki culture, began to learn their language and customs and traditions began to love her Khalasar and in turn they began to love and respect her. Because she became Khaleesi and adapted to the Dothraki so, she was no longer isolated with just Viserys as company, so she began to feel more empowered in her role and as a person with authority outside her brothers thumb. In reality, she was just transferred from one abuser to another, and her “love” for Drogo is the “love” a child bride who has no power, no agency, and no autonomy grows to feel something for her abuser and her captive. It does not minimize or justify what Drogo did to her, and it does not mean that her “love” for him is healthy. Doreah, a bed slave hired to show Daenerys the art of ‘love making’, has to convince Daenerys into taking this itiative in the bed and Daenerys then trains her husband not to rape her so that she’s not abused. It’s a coerced form of “love” in order to survive an awful situation, hence the Stockholm Syndrome. I also believe that Daenerys began to feel something for him once she carried his son, while a product of abuse, Daenerys loves her unborn child and loves that Drogo begins to treat her better because she’s carrying his son. While she did gain respect and earn power herself as his Khaleesi, she did had less power and authority than him even as he took his last breaths. A relationship like that is not and cannot truly be loving or healthy because it is built upon sexual abuse and an extremely toxic power imbalance.

At the end of the day, women, but especially teenage girls who have no power or choice in the world because of their circumstances, have very complex feelings about their abusers or assaulters. A lot of people don’t understand this because they believe that surviving abuse or rape follows a straight, direct path of recovery, but that’s not really how it works. It takes years, possibly a lifetime for an abuse victim to really accept that what they went through was in fact abuse. It takes years of therapy for abuse survivors to come through that fog. It takes years for abuse survivors to cope with that kind of trauma. The brain is an incredible, wonderful, magical machine, and will do just about anything to survive. That’s what stockholm syndrome is, it’s a protection the mind builds as a form of survival to keep the person alive. For some abused women, developing a feeling of quote on quote “love” is a way to cope with the misery of their situation, in other words a mean to survive. These are all manifestations of trauma, and for Daenerys, her manifestation of trauma was developing a twisted form of “love” in order to survive. To me, her mantra of “If I look back, I’m lost” as a way to keep going forward, because what’s behind her is nothing but abuse and suffering. At that point it was literally the only way she was staying alive because, as I said earlier, she really did want to kill herself early on. That’s how much she was truly suffering.

This is a mess and it’s all over the place and I’m not even sure if it’s coherent, but to answer your first question, Daenerys idea of what love is was already twisted before she was sold to Drogo. His abuse towards her is not something she’s unused to as she’s been abused by her brother her entire life. Once Drogo then starts treating her better, (which is problematic in itself because it was only after she took control in the bedroom to stop him from abusing her, and because she’s carrying his son), this only amplifies this morbid idea she has of what love is. Yes, her mind did say, I’m used to this, this is normal, and that’s where the stockholm syndrome takes place. She has no other choice but to “love” him, because she had no other choice but to love him to survive.

To answer your second question, Daenerys recognizes that she was sold, and she remembers what it feels like to be that scared little girl who had no power or choice over her life, abused by her brother and husband.

“Do you know what it is like to be sold, squire? I do. My brother sold me to khal drogo for the promise of a golden crown. well, drogo crowned him in gold, though not as he had wished, and I…my sun-and-stars made a queen of me, but if he had been a different man, it might have been much otherwise. Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid?”

But as you can read unfortunately, she still refers to him as her sun and stars. Daenerys speech in season seven was very very important to me, and many abuse victims all across the world. “I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing all those years in exile? Faith. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen.” That is Daenerys admitting that she was raped and abused by Drogo, only TWOW and ADOS will tell us if GRRM has Daenerys recognize that she was in the books as well.

#Anonymous #daenerys targaryen #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #abuse tw #rape tw #:((#this took me like 3 days to answer because i hate talking about it #she's so incredibly strong #:(#long post #my thots

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