#i don't think i cut MYSELF just by scratching my nails are not that sharp and i did not use that much pressure and the cut is going in the o

[kaiser1ns]

KIKI KIKI i have a questionnnnn what is ur favorite thing about chika??

NYX MY LOVE , sorry for the delay but here we go !!! this is going to be like a selfship post but anyway enjoy :3

one of my favourite things about him is his eyes — the color and the form. i can stare at them all day and observe the way he expresses his emotions with only just a look: they widen when he is excited, narrow when he is sceptical, when he looks away showing disinterest.

especially love it when his eyes go big and he just stands there with no thoughts in his brain, looking like a cute small kitten.

of course, you would have guessed it ... his arms !!! i don't even have to talk about it, just know that once i get him to hold me, i am not leaving his embrace and he doesn't have a choice letting me go either. i'm also kinda tall, slightly above the average, 168cm (5'6") and chika is 183cm (6'0") so it's gonna be so much easier when we hug or kiss. wrapping my arms around his waist, while he hugs my shoulders. hugs !! from !! behind !! where he wraps his toned arms around my chest and i can feel his heartbeat, resting his head on top of my head or me hugging him from behind, my arms wrapping arous his waist while my head rests on his back. he doesn't have to bend much just to lean slightly forward while i tilt my head up and then steal a kiss.

next is his jaw ! i just found it so attractive for some reason, it's not too sharp just perfect. it's actually a little embarrassing talking about things i found attractive in fictional men because i do find them appealing in real men. neck/collarbone/jaw kisses are a must ! just appreciating every part of him and showing it in kisses, so many kisses!

i have a little bit of a long nails so it's really calming for me when i trace all over his arms, squeezing the soft flesh, scratching it, feeling his muscles tightening... i think he will love receiving massages, and good for him because i have magical hands, gonna make him relax because for someone who looks calm, he is very tense! don't worry baby, i got ya ♡

next his lips, those soft lips, that i can kiss every day and night ♡ tiptoeing to reach his beautiful and soft face, cupping his cheeks with my hands and leaving a loving kiss. kissing his neck if standing close together, as the height difference is literally perfect. surprising him with a quick peck on the lips or cheek by pulling him down by his collar or reaching up. when he smiles, oh my that smile im melting, blushing and giggling because he is just so cute i could nom nom him. i will always nom nom chika !

i'm not done with his arms. play !! fights !! one of my love languages is physical affection and i also tend to show my love by hitting and biting. so i launch at him with all my might, fists flying, slaps landing with sharp snaps. he barely flinches, effortlessly twists out of my grips. i go harder, twisting his arm back, and he responds with just enough force to match me, never more. i know he could easily overpower me, but he’s learned where the line is—never crossing it. i taught him well. play fighting with chika is my favorite time ♡

okay but his fashion sense, im stealing his wardrobe, all of it !!! he dresses so nice i would like to wear his clothes all the time, oh my god his shirt would probably be slightly oversized and i will use them as pajamas. mmm, yes we are the dress to impress couple, hitting pose 28 !!!

LAST BUT NOT LEAST his amazing and pretty long hair. i don't like men with long hair, but there are exceptions like chika, my pretty princess. i bet its so soft and fluffy, running my hands through it will be like me playing with clouds. playing with hid hair would calm me down in seconds, even making me fall asleep on the spot. occasionally dying the yellow tips again almost turning myself into a minion with those yellow painted hands. i love his hair and the style he has it (please bae don't cut it, i will love you no matter what but please dont)

OVERALL I JUST LOVE CHIKA, ALL OF HIM. he climbed the ranks to be one of my favorite characters faster than anyone, so he set a new record !!

(please someone get me a boyfriend because im so lonely and the way i cope is by liking and obsessing over fictional characters, thank you!)

[clanes]

Sorry, taking about weirdo probably tmi and NSFW shit

Ever since starting HRT, my body has gotten a lot more sensitive. That's not surprising, that's something I was told would happen.

What's really surprising, is how much my reaction to pain has changed.

I always had a good pain tolerance. 3 notable examples are that back in highschool, there was this girl in the hallway biting her friend, she saw me walk by kinda staring, and she sorta egged me on to see if I could handle it myself.

I said fuck it, and sat down next to her and gave her my arm that she proceeded to put her whole force into. After a while, she just sorta looked up with a kind of concerned look on her face, and her friend was shocked because he wasn't able to handle it himself. The bite mark lasted on my arm for a few days with how deep it was.

Second was back when I was working at an earls, and a coworker accidentally bumped into me while she was carrying a bucket of deep fryer oil; spilling it on my hand. She went pale and froze up, and I just sorta stared at it. Enough time passed that she composed herself and asked if I was alright, and I just said like a dumb ass "oh yeah, I've had worse" but we just kept staring as my skin just sorta dissolved. It wasn't until my manager came around the corner, immediately caught on to what was happening, and yelled at me to wash the oil off. The scar for that has mostly disappeared, but I get blisters very rarely on that hand out of nowhere.

And third, I went on a tinder date with this cute alt person. She talked to me.about how she'd love to become a tattoo artist. And so me being the kind of person who always wants to impress people I like, offered to become a canvas for her. Starting with s just a stick n poke. I paid for supplies, bought her lunch, and we went out into an open field, and she tattoo'd the moth I have on my back. When she finished, I asked her if I was moving around too much, and she said it was like "drawing on a corpse" which inflated my ego a bunch. It's not like this was my first tattoo or anything, but I was nervous because it was a girl I liked.

But nowadays, since I started HRT, I do get more pain sensations, and it sometimes catches me off-guard. It's mostly just like a recoil, rather than a pain response,especislly with sharp sudden pain. But it's not entirely unpleasant.

I started imagining scenarios and just completely getting flustered with it.

Lately I've been getting more and more urges. There was a bit where I wanted to self harm a bit during a mood swing, but I hard cut myself off from that. Fridge was broken so I couldn't grab a piece of ice and just press that on myself. So I just sorta kept scratching at myself with my nails.

The other day, with my fridge finally fixed, I grabbed an ice cube and held onto that in my palm for a couple of minutes. And the sensation of warming my hand up passively after holding onto it was super nice.

And it culminated in a moment of unfettered girl horny yesterday where I grazed a razor over my flank. And it like- didn't feel awful. It was about at the time I reblogged the #openwound shit-post from myself. And just seeing the blood pool up and bubble in certain parts of the cut did some shit to me, and I couldn't help but stare at it.

That is all to say that wow. I think I'm fully in on being a shitty little blood freak. I told my wife, and she's absolutely not into it because they don't wanna see me hurt. But at the very least, she's encouraging me to experiment with other people as long as I do it safe.

I wanna take a picture. But it was just about like maybe an inch and a bit long. Nothing to write home about. I dunno, I doubt anyone wants to see it. But I'll do it if someone asks because I feel like I'd have an obligation.

[cherriesrae]

Shortbread kisses

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“ Hungry eyes were on him, making him feel wanted. Most of the people attracted to fine just stare, his sharp jawline making saliva collect in their mouths. He knew what he was doing, a lot of people have a thing for a masculine authority figure. It tickled a part of their brains Harry liked to scratch. His hair is pushed back by his now accentuated hand, rings missing for the night. Harry puts his glass to his lips when he sees her.” Or Harry goes to a sex club and Y/N comes back into his life

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Harry had never taken himself as an orgy kind of guy, never. So when his nail tech recommended it to him, it threw his mind for a whirl. Not only did he decline Tara's offer, but he almost fired her on the spot until she explained herself. The freelance nail tech explained how he had only been so stressed lately, and it showed.

" Harry, listen, it's nothing personal, I promise." She brushed away the filed nail dust and shut the drill off, " it's just that when I'm not having enough time to myself, it puts me to my breaking point of stress and I break. So instead I have put the free time I would spend watching Dynasty on Fridays and I have some fun." Harry knows how into that show Tara was, never really sure if she was into the show or Liz Gillies more.

" I just don't think it would be for me Tara," she cuts off his rejection.

" And that is okay, but it's safer than the more popular ' one night stands' you favor so much, trust me. You have to show up with clear STD tests, condoms at all times-" she stops to think. " Well unless agreed by both parties." She turns on the file once again. " I'll message you the phone number to one of the clubs I go to."

Harry truly didn't think it was going to happen, but here he was, in a suit nonetheless, filling out the paperwork. Tara wasn't kidding when she said it was safe, a photocopy of his driver's license, birth certificate, and recent address were all on file.

" Okay Mr. Styles, if you go and follow that hallway it will lead you to some lockers where you can keep your personal belongings you don't want to take into the main floor. You'll be locker 215, the combination is set to your birth year." Listening to the man at the front desk he finds his designated locker for the night and is surprised by the lock, it looks like one you would see for an automated lawn gate.

Walking out to the main floor, as the secretary said, walking up to the main bar and getting a scotch. Harry had left his jacket suit in his locker, so with his sleeves rolled up he leaned over to the bartender and asked, " How am I meant to pay if I was told to leave my wallet in a locker?"

" Everyone is checked in through the system by locker number, so you tell me and I'll add it to a tab." The black woman rocking purple box braids and bold eyeliner explained to him.

" Okay, it's 215." The bartender hands him his drink and he quickly throws it back, promising to sip the next one. With that Harry walks away and looks around.

Hungry eyes were on him, making him feel wanted. Most of the people attracted to fine just stare, his sharp jawline making saliva collect in their mouths. He knew what he was doing, a lot of people have a thing for a masculine authority figure. It tickled a part of their brains Harry liked to scratch. His hair is pushed back by his now accentuated hand, rings missing for the night. Harry puts his glass to his lips when he sees her.

Barely dressed, a short white sundress tucked above her ass, a sheer white thong on display. Even though he could only see the back of her and the left side of her face, he knew it was Y/N. The same woman whom he had a schoolyard crush on, who wore some form of pigtails all the time, his Y/N, still radiating innocence even when her breasts are out and two men are standing on either side of her. One man is licking into her through the thong while the other is putting his lips wherever he can.

Harry decides he wanted to see her face, and once he did, she makes eye contact and doesn't let go. It makes Harry remember how her mother used to own a bakery, how he would get lunch there every Wednesday and Thursday. How her mother encouraged him to come in more often, and how she gave him free coffee in the mornings. How he overheard Y/N begging her to stop because she had a crush on him and it was " embarrassing".

She blinks and breaks eye contact when the man not eating her cunt puts a thumb in her mouth and pulls her to look up at him, he can hear him ask her if she was still interested in getting fucked by him. She shook her head no and looked back over at Harry. He nods and she walks over to Harry.

" I guess the whole part where I act like I haven't been watching is a bit too taboo for us hmm?" Harry chuckles out, setting his drink down to be forgotten about.

" Hi Harry, can I kiss you?" Y/N asks, trying to be polite.

" Well I sure hope I can do more than that-" She decides she's done waiting and jumps in to catch his slightly chapped lips. Harry pulls her off, " Is that any way to be good for me?" Harry watches her eyes gloss over with more want than he had ever seen. "Let's sit, so I can get you on my lap. How does that sound Love?"

" Good, that sounds good," Harry pulls her into his lap on the nearest couch.

" Why don't you ride my thigh for a sec? Hmm? So I can get acquainted with these beauties?" He asks, referencing her tits. She slides over and begins to grind down, her clit still being sensitive from the other bloke. Her arousal was audible and Harry was eating it up, leaning in and catching one of her areolas in his mouth.

He gently bit down on the tip, coursing a mewl out from the back of her throat.  Y/N threw her head back in relief when Harry shifted his knee up, giving her a new angle to fuck herself upon. Letting go of her nipple Harry leans into her ear.

" Does that feel good Y/N? Better than to two men who obviously weren't aware you were my good girl, hm? Do I need to get you a leash? I think we both know you're done whoring yourself out without permission." Harry's words cup her ears like a melody, sending her into momentary bliss, he treats her earlobe as his own personal chew toy, grazing it harsher than most would like. For her though, makes her gasp as if she had never had air before, and he was only just now giving it to her.

" Can I- Can I-" She can't even get her words out.

"Let's get on the floor so I can get you on my cock? Hmm?" He noses into her neck, " how does that sound?"

" Good! Amazing even!" She's huffing and puffing out in arousal. Harry, lifting her off his pant leg, can see the not subtle damp spot on the area.

" Would you look at that? You're even soaking through my trousers." She grabs ahold of his belt, taking control of the situation. Harry is pushed onto the ground and is mounted like a horse in the blink of an eye. " Desperate are we?" He kicks off his shoes.

" Condom?" She is all business at this point.

" In the left pocket." She takes it and pushes off his briefs and slacks to his knees. Condom on- by him-, she begins to lower herself onto his prick as Streets by Doja Cat starts to play. Like it was setting the mood for the events to occur.

Y/N felt herself stretch out around him, a pleasurable burning sensation fluttering through her abdomen. She didn't get a good look at his size before she was sliding on but, " Oh wow," her little remark she had said while fitting him inside her said it all. Sure, over the years Y/N has seen his prick a few times in passing, sometimes it was just behind the pants she has dropped a glass of water on, other times it was his speedo at the pool or accidentally walking in on him in the showers in the boys changing rooms at school.

But never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that the same Harry she had known throughout high school would be the one to fuck her on the floor of a sex club floor.

Meanwhile, the only thing running through Harry's head was " Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum." Because if he does now, he might as well fall off the side of the earth, move to Mars, and pretend that he actually likes the taste of kale.

Y/N was so warm and inviting , walls squeezing him just right, just like he had imagined in his prepubescent years. Her petite moans sounding like liquid gold in his ears, making his reach up and take hold of her hips, rocking her faster than before.

Harry had never given so much of his brain-stored wank material to one person, but here he was.  Letting the same girl that he used to think of during his Thursday night when he was in a boyband ride his dick.

All while getting caught up and lost in the feeling of his fantasy on his legs, he can see the two men from earlier come from behind to join his fun. Harry watches from his newly opened eyes as a blonde who had been eating her cunt earlier comes behind and grabs her left breast, bringing it into his mouth.

Harry has to force himself not to lose his mind at the fact her noises weren't for him anymore, he shared them with the eye-candy bodybuilders. The other man from her earlier group comes and puts his mouth on her neck and tweaks her other nipple, his black t blue braids falling on his melanin-rich skin.

If this were any other night,m with any other woman, Harry would let his wildest fantasies about them come to life, even now he can imagine the way his cock would bulge out of the blondes throat, the curls of the other natural hair type falling on his neck while he gets taken from behind. But Y/N?  Y/N is his.

" Oh, Harry!"  Y/N slurs out at a high volume as he starts to ram his hips up into her, like her cumming on his prick was all he needed to do be he died.

Harry had decided he had enough with sharing what he proclaimed as is and flipped the pair so she was underneath him. Angling up to her g-spot like her lifeline was attached.

" We'll leave you alone man," One of the two- he isn't sure which- says behind him. The same man who spoke dropped something next to him, but he didn't focus on it until the other one spoke in his ear.

" Said something about his being the same model she had at home., grabbed a clean one for you." Harry could feel the roughness of his 5'o'clock shadow on the back of his neck. Reaching around he grabbed- what he now realizes is a vibrator- and turned it on.

" Thanks, mate, I've got her from now on though, she's mine." He can hear a deep chuckle behind him and their footsteps walking away before he places it on her clit. " Do you like that Princess? Just enough for you?"

" Harrrryyyy, fuck," she was a panting mess beneath him, " Im gunna cum-" she was cut off by Harry turning up the speed on the toy in his hand.

" Do it," he whispered in a somber voice, and that was all it took for the tension to break in her abdomen. Soon he was following behind her with his own release. " Fuck Princess."

Not long after the movement had stopped a- what he assumes is a waitress- came by with towels for the two, " Sir," was the only word she spoke to the two before Harry tied off the condom and threw it away in the whiskey that was still nearby.

" Hi Harry, I miss you. How've you been?" He looked down at the still dazed girl beneath him.

" Good Y/N, better now that you're back in my life. What're you doing in New York? That's pretty far away from your mother's bakery, no?"

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[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

GUDRUN (290 DC)

Warnings: Slightly descriptive violence and SA, timeline alterations, and OOC of Yara.

Note: English isn´t my first language, so sorry for the probably mistakes here.

"Come on," her older sister, Yara, with hair as black as the stones of their home, called to her, "father wants to see us at dinner."

No, he doesn't want to see us, she thought sadly.

Only a year had passed…

She was still hearing the screams of her dead family. Her father screaming and cursing the storm when the king left, the heads of her brothers nailed by pikes, both men and women screaming, fire and blood everywhere.

Her father Balon was devastated, not only had he lost the rebellion but his Greyjoy offspring was in danger, for the only male he had left was in Winterfell as a hostage. Theon, his fleet-footed older brother, was his age when he was taken.

She floated out of the sea and looked down at her feet as she walked along the beach. She hated the sand that stuck to her like second skin and how painful it was to move sometimes in the hard clothes and icy water. However, everyone would look down on her if she complained, she was a damned Ironborn, she had to be strong and tough if she wanted the acceptance of the Ironborns. And she needed it, man did she, the place was small and they practically knew each other.

"You've taken a millennium, woman." Yara complained as if she were her progenitor, hands on hips and voice thick. "Next time I'll leave you there and won't let you in the house."

This is not my house, she wanted to say, but she didn't have the guts.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say. Her sister looked at her tenderly and took her hands even though they were frozen.

Yara really was an Ironborn.

She had boots made by her own hands, with the very fox fur she hunted, her steps were determined and she did not flinch from the pain and the combination of wasteland, like a living goat. Her chest had a couple of sharp knives that not only served to cut vegetables but to scratch, hurt, and remove the hand of the bold who dared to touch her, extensive back ready to be filled with oxygen when she threw herself into the frozen ocean, arms strong as a warrior's and more agile than the skin of a living fish. Added to her Greyjoy-like beauty, she looked like she was made of salt and sand.

"What are you thinking of?"

"About our mother."

Yara stopped walking for a second. Gudrun knew she'd messed up, but she continued, the pain in her chest and the tears in the dawn seemed never to end.

"You know we can't talk about it here."

"But at some point we have to, you and me. Father and his people have already complained and gotten used to it. But I don't…"

She felt her voice falter.

"Not now, another day" spoke Yara, jumping up and down as if she were a wildcat "And that's my last word."

"Yara."

"Yes?" she replied a little annoyed, sure she thought he would insist.

"Has father talked to you about being a rock wife? Uncle Victarion mentioned it was something sacred…from the Drowned God," she didn't let fear creep into her voice, the Greyjoy story was extremely macabre.

"Yes, he has, whether I was swayed by it is another thing."

"Aren't you afraid?" Gudrun was small girl, but she was anxious when she turned ten, the age the rock women bled.

"Of what?" Yara looked at her defiantly. "If father threatens to marry me off, I'll run away with the fastest ship, you know, The Pearl and go to Winterfell to retrieve my brother. Or else I'd infiltrate deep into Highgarden, they always need waitresses and I highly doubt there's anything to tease me there, the continentals are very refined."

"And if you don't manage to escape in time?"

"Well, I'd kill fat Krak" she pointed to the blacksmith who was just passing by "because he'd be the first to come to the call and try to pull me away from the knives, I wouldn't allow it. I would take the opportunity to make myself as unrecognizable as possible and annihilate any asshole who wants to catch me. If our family intervenes, I would throw myself into the water and beg until my throat atrophied for the Drowning God to come to my calls, at least I will get enough distraction to swim to some nearby island, if not…, I will cut my future husband's jugular vein when he tries to stick his penis in my vagina."

In the Iron Islands there was no such thing as refined language, both men and women said insults and swear words, spat and treated their wounds with salt to make them burn hotter and stronger.

She jumped up and down to catch up with her older sister.

And she held her breath as she watched the pikes…, there were three reminders of what would happen if another rebellion happened. A damn year passed and they were still there, rotting, because of some stupid morality her uncle and father had.

Yara turned to look at her.

"You know, Rodrik always smelled like firewater, his feet too. He was always head-butting our brothers and me, you were still too little for it. He called it the tradition of the salute. If we had won, the rocks would be more bathed in alcohol than salt. He made scratches on his face after his first fight, saying they would make him more…tough. Maron, the other one, was a liar of the worst kind, once made me kiss a damn goat saying I'd get more heat that way, and all I got was a little flu, plus ugly pimples. Once he made Uncle Aeron believe that the Drowning God would manifest and the poor man almost drowned, again. While Rodrik had his fists as fat as a pig, but accurate as lightning, lies were Maron's weapon. Father gave him a well-deserved slap that day, so much so that it filled his mouth with blood like bitter paste. He deserved it, the slimeball… Then there's our grandfather Quellon, he was well dead when it all happened. They dishonored his marine tomb, extracted him as one does an animal, took his head and left him nailed there too. He was wise, as everyone says…"

They passed the pikes by and by the time Gudrun realized it she was inside the foul-smelling, filthy castle that she had to call home.

A servant appeared and sent them to clean themselves with rags and buckets of cold water that had a smell similar to the sea. Gudrun cursed under her breath. She loved the sea, as long as she was inside, but going out was total hell.

Yara waited for her because she knew that nothing made her more desperate than having sand, pebbles and who knows what on her body. Gudrun rubbed herself with the rock soap: hard, white, scratchy and if not handled well, it would crumble into little pieces or cause ugly wounds on her body. She remembered her first solitary baths, her back was full of blood from the cuts from her mishandling of that stuff, plus it filled the whole shower in bits. Her father sent her almost naked alone with a towel to pick up every little piece and when she did, as a mockery of the Drowned God, it disappeared completely in her little hands. Gudrun had hated him so much, so much that when it was over the next dawn, she silently prayed for her father to die. And then she slept cuddled like a cat in the middle of Yara and Theon, the only siblings she loved.

She got distracted thinking about it and a small piece slipped in, Gudrun cursed under her breath and squeezed her eye, knowing and groping where the piece was. It took a couple of minutes, it had happened before, she pulled it out, but now the little piece wasn't white it was red, causing her eyes to water in pain. She threw the rest over there and put the towel on, ignoring the possible infection in her right eye.

"I'm done, Yara."

Her sister behind the door walked in as soon as she finished the words. A few years ago, when Yara was five years old, she was taking a shower when a drunk came in with the intention of raping her. She screamed and defended herself with a metal bar that formed the precarious shower. She was screaming so loudly that her uncle Victarion immediately entered, pulled the man away from her, called the others and a massacre ensued.

Quickly, Rodrik punched him to knock him out and defend her honor, Maron joined in later, then the men loyal to her father. They beat him to a pulp, stuck him on an iron cross at Uncle Aeron's expense, slowly cut off his fingers and toes, hurled whips and insults into the mouths of women and men.

Don't touch a Greyjoy daughter was the mantra shared by her father's bannermen.

Then Yara herself pulled out a rusty dagger, to make it hurt more, and cut off his limb, lifted it amid screams and threw it into the sea to be swallowed by fish. She vaguely remembered a small shark appearing and jumping up to catch the limb or perhaps it was one of Maron's lies to give it more drama.

From that day on, Theon or Rodrik would stand guard when one of the two took a shower. When they both left, it was just the two of them left to protect themselves.

Her sister looked at her quizzically, she had her sleeves covering her eyes, as if she was crying.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just…" she tried to keep her voice from getting hoarse from the cold "I got a damn chunk in."

"Be careful, sister" Yara teased playfully. "I'll be out in ten minutes, I'm faster than you. Wait, here." She threw a dagger at her, which she managed to catch.

She nodded and stood on the other side of the door. She tied back the brown hair she owned, almost everyone had black hair but her. It was the most precious thing she had because no matter how much salt or light it got, it always stayed moisturized and beautiful. Yara was teaching her to braid her hair so it wouldn't bother her when it was time to shoot arrows or to avoid being caught by one, because her father trained them for stealth and that included attacks with the bow, he had a good aim, but she managed to hide and camouflage herself very well, it was the only talent she possessed.

She looked at the dagger, she was a bit clumsy with weapons, her hands were sweating and she got very nervous thinking about her opponent's next attack. The other iron children teased her and called her "the continental trash". Sometimes she felt she deserved it…what kind of rock woman didn't know how to defend herself? She fixed her gaze on the edge, it showed her the small face of an eight-year-old girl, her soft cheeks and walnut-colored eyes. He felt like crying, it was said that her brown eyes were like those of her mother, who walked barefoot through the corridors calling for her children who would never return.

Except for Theon, every night Gudrun prayed that he would return, that the wretched Eddard Stark would free her brother from the cruelties of Winterfell and that he would come, and it would be the three of them against the world again.

A servant glanced at her as he swept the courtyard.

Gudrun threw a spit on the ground with a defiant look, she was never to show weakness. For better or worse her luck she was a Greyjoy.

"Gudrun?"

"I'm here" she replied instantly, the door opened and Yara stepped out resplendent as a nereid with her clean clothes on.

"What were you thinking of? Because defending myself I doubt it" she pointed out as she awkwardly held the dagger.

"That the continentals don't know the fucking difference between a nereid and a mermaid."

"Continentals are imbeciles by nature" she stated as if she knew the whole world.

"Yara…"

"Yes?"

"Will you tell me something to put me to sleep? Something about Theon, about Mom, about whatever, about pirates, about the sea."

"Sure, little sister" so as not to look so soft in the eyes of the others, meaning Tristifer Botley, she kicked some dust towards the boy "but first we have to give the peeping toms a beating."

"I wasn't looking, I swear. Y-your father is calling both of you for dinner" The boy's tan face was shades of pink, he always got nervous when Yara was around.

"Really?" her sister challenged, stepping in front of the boy. There seemed to be something between them that Gudrun could not understand. "If not, I swear I'll kick your ass in practice tomorrow."

She took her by the hand again and they both walked towards the living room, without waiting for Tristifer's answer.

Before, there were decorations made of sea minerals, beautiful and flooding the place with pleasant sea scent. Now, everything seemed to be dry, dark and odorless. They both trotted to the living room, more to have fun than to anticipate the parental call. Dinner was almost always heard snorts of old gentlemen, stupid drinkers and if they were fortunate, they ate a delicious fish ceviche with seafood. Gudrun's mouth watered, she adored that dish like almost every iron man. Lemon was rare, so the lower people used the cheapest orange they could find. While here, it was made from green lemons, the product of the plundering of the bravest and most experienced pirates. Gudrun wished she was a pirate and in command of her sister Yara instead of cooking ceviche for a husband.

When they entered, the room was half full. They made room for each other by elbowing and squealing, close to their father. Gudrun allowed herself to forget the torment of today and what was to come for some good ceviche and Yara's storytelling.

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Hello sweet Sibi! I was looking through your Tags Masterlist and I noticed you had a Sex Ed section. I am not sure if you still answer those questions (and if you don’t I won’t be offended, please feel free to delete this ask), but I have a small q. So whenever I masturbate, I only engage in clit stimulation because I am scared of my vagina(Im an enby so probs some dysphoria). But I have been meaning to try fingering myself, but I don’t known where/how to start — do u have any advice for a noob?

Don't you worry, you guys can always come to me with sex related questions! My inbox is always open for them!

Okay first of all. There is nothing wrong with only wanting to stimulate your clit. I personally don't enjoy fingering myself either because it doesn't do anything for me. So when I jerk off and I only do it manually I also only go down to rub rub town instead of fingy fingy town lmao sorry for that stupid analogy 😂

No but, on a serious note. The awesome thing about masturbation is that you can't do anything wrong. Everything which gets you off is allowed and if this is only clitorial stimulation then that is perfectly fine and valid and also awesome!

But of course I also think that it is awesome that you want to try fingering!

Now, some advice I have for you.

1. Make sure your fingernails are cut and filed. You don't want to stick sharp & long nails up your vagina as this could lead to serious scratch wounds and open spots. (trust me I speak of experience, tried to fist my vagina one night and scratched myself open & then left an entire trail of blood from my bedroom to the bathroom hahahah). So please cut your nails and make sure that they are smooth and don't have any sharp edges.

2. Obviously also make sure that your hands are clean, but I guess you should always make sure that they are, no matter if you plan on fingering yourself or to just rub yourself.

3. You can use lube and use as much as makes you comfortable. The vagina should be self-lubricating when aroused, but there is nothing wrong with using lube when fingering yourself. It just adds another layer of fun to it! Just make sure that the lube is without added perfumes, tastes or stimulants as this could seriously throw off your ph-balance and cause yeast infections.

4. Go slow and give yourself time. Start off with one & once you feel comfortable add another. Then work yourself up to the number of fingers you want. Obviously if you only want to stick with one finger during the entire session then that is perfectly fine too.

5. If you realise that it's not for you just stop. You can stop any time and it doesn't make you any less valid if you truly realise that fingering yourself is not for you. There is no shame in that!

Now a few techniques which make it feel nice (for me).

1. Stick your finger(s) inside then make sure that your palm is pressed against your clit. Then move your hips in slow up and down motions so your clit grinds against your palm and your finger(s) shift inside of you.

2. To warm yourself up you can also start off by slowly tracing your folds and entrance. And each time you reach your entrance you could give it more and more pressure until you feel ready & needy enough for your finger.

3. I feel like reaching your g-spot is really difficult? But if you want to try you have to stick your finger inside as deep as possible and then wiggle it upwards. Your g-spot feels just slightly pumpier than the rest of your vagina. Stimulation to your g-spot should make the stimulation on your clit more intense and feels a little bit as if you are peeing (you know that typa pee that sends shivers down your back and you are like "damn that's a good pee" hahah yeah that's how good g-spot stimulation feels like)

I also noticed that fingering yourself will never feel as amazing as when someone does it to you. It's because your body expects the touches because your brain already tells it what will happen. So don't be dissapointed if it feels underwhelming for you.

Now off you go and have fun! 💜