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endless-ineffabilities · 2 months ago

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Official Business

President Aemond Targaryen x f!reporter reader

a/n: I caved in and listened to the depraved gremlins in my mind. I hope you enjoy this official intro, you're welcome.

also, thank the gods for Rue (@peachysunrize) for creating the hottest gif of all time.

themes/warnings: language, barely-there smut, infidelity, unequal power dynamic, gross misuse of a fancy desk, getting involved with a politician (also gross)

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President Aemond demands the company of his favourite reporter, whom he has been eyeing for quite some time.

You try to walk with your head held high, but your clammy hands and racing heartbeat betray your nerves.

“President Aemond wishes for you to grace his suite,” was all they said. They, being two imposing bodyguards in impeccably tailored black suits, occasionally touching their earpieces as if confirming orders.

“What does he want?” you asked, your voice coming out weak and tentative. More importantly, why you?

They only shrugged, impassive. Whether they didn’t know or didn’t care, it wouldn’t matter anyway. The President always gets what he wants.

You’d only spoken to President Aemond in your capacity as a reporter, part of the small circle allowed to amplify his words to the public. The first time was at the annual Westerosi Gala, where he arrived with First Lady Floris Baratheon on his arm. Your colleagues whispered incessantly about how the uncut footage showed his gaze barely straying from you, even with his stunning aristocratic wife beside him.

Your supervisor even had the footage edited. “You don’t need the media vultures swarming you,” he reasoned, trying to sound reassuring.

Now, after covering yet another event in Highgarden, it seems you’ve been summoned for an exclusive interview in the President’s suite. You hope that’s all it is.

After all, you can’t be another victim of President Aemond’s wandering eye. Socialites like Alys Rivers and Lara Lannister had been publicly shredded after being exposed as his mistresses.

You never understood his affairs. They seemed so juvenile, reckless even for the youngest President ever elected. Barely thirty and in the highest position imaginable. And yet, what truly baffled you was why Floris stayed.

“Ma’am, the Presidential Suite,” one of the guards states as he opens a set of ornate ivory doors for you. “The President is waiting inside.”

Your feet move automatically, sparing you from blurting something that would inevitably fall on deaf ears. But as you cross the threshold, you turn and ask, “Will you be waiting to escort me back to – ”

The doors shut behind you. Of course.

The suite is grand – no expense was spared for the President. A perfect blend of classic Valyrian architecture, all white marble and gold accents. It’s more impressive than you could have imagined, having marvelled at the Highgarden Hotel from the outside for years.

“Come,” you hear a voice command, smooth and authoritative, from the room to the left of the main parlour.

You head in that direction, mentally steeling yourself. Just get this over with.

There he is, leaning casually against a wide desk, dressed sharply in a tailored blue suit and crimson tie. The moonlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows catches the scar across his left eye, the glint of his prosthetic eye giving him an almost sinister allure. The kind that draws people in despite themselves.

Maybe it wasn’t immaturity driving his affairs. Maybe he was just too beautiful to resist. You roll your eyes at the stupid thought, surprised with yourself.

“Something amusing?” His voice is tinged with laughter.

Gods, you just rolled your eyes in front of the President.

“N-no,” you stammer, immediately flustered. “I’m sorry, Mister President. It’s just... I thought of something funny. Not about you! I mean, I’m sure you can be funny, but - ”

“Relax, angel,” he chuckles, raising a hand to stop your rambling. The term “angel” lingers in the air, branding itself into your mind.

You quickly introduce yourself, fumbling through your full government name like a nervous schoolgirl.

“We’ve met before,” he reminds you, smirking. “Am I that forgettable?”

“No, I know we have,” you nod quickly, “just not in such a… private setting.”

The corner of his mouth quirks at your choice of words, and his gaze sweeps over you with an intensity that sends heat rushing through your body. He hums softly, and the sound settles uncomfortably low in your stomach. Gods, get it together.

“I was told you wanted to see me, Mister President?”

“Aemond,” he corrects.

You nod, offering your nickname in return, but he only smiles, shaking his head slightly. “Thank you, but I think I’ll stick with ‘angel.’”

Weird, considering how this is your first proper conversation with him, you think, but nod regardless.

He gestures to the plush chairs in front of the desk. “Sit, please.”

You comply, smoothing your dress nervously. Thankfully, it’s modest enough – a safe choice that flows just above your knees.

“How are you?” he asks, his voice polite but edged with something else. Part of you wishes he’d just get to the point, but another part – one you’d rather not acknowledge – wants to stay, to drink in the sight of him. Aemond Targaryen, the most powerful man in Westeros, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world.

“I’m doing well,” you reply, your smile faltering under his heavy gaze.

He hums again, eyes dipping to your lips. That same maddening hum that sets your nerves alight.

“You must be wondering why I asked for you tonight,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “I wanted us to get better acquainted. You’ve caught my attention, angel. I find you… intriguing.”

“But you don’t know me,” you counter quickly, heart racing.

“I know more than you think,” he says, eyes narrowing playfully. “You studied at the Casterly Rock Institute for Journalism. Top of your class, until your grades dropped in your final year because you were taking care of your ailing aunt. That says more about you than any degree.”

He continues, “You’re an only child. Estranged from your parents, especially your mother, after she remarried. You’ve moved city to city since, keeping your distance. Avoiding attachments, especially romantic ones.”

You freeze, his words hitting too close to home. There’s an amused lilt to his voice at the end, and you desperately want to respond with a defensive retort, but you hold your tongue. You like your job after all. He’s the President. One call and he could have you right back in the unemployment pool.

“Am I correct?” His lips curl into a knowing smirk.

You manage a small nod. Damn him.

“How do you know all this?” you ask quietly, stunned. You wonder if there are hidden cue cards somewhere in the room, informing him of the details of your relatively uneventful life. There is no way he actually made the effort to memorise all these details about you. But then again, he is the Commander-in-Chief of the country. He must have trained himself to know everything about everyone. You’re not special – just another face in his immediate vicinity.

“I make it my business to know people,” he replies smoothly. “Especially those who interest me.”

He reaches out to take your hand, pulling you gently to stand before him as he perches on the edge of his desk. The proximity is intoxicating. “And you, angel, have caught my eye. You’re the object of my desire. Can you say the same of me?”

His words leave you breathless, the floor slipping from under you. You’re no better than the others, drawn into his orbit. “I’d be an idiot not to find you attractive, Aemond.”

He smirks. “I adore the way you say my name.”

“There’s nothing special about the way I say it.”

“There is,” he insists, his voice low and rough as his hand moves to smooth a stray hair from your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.” His expletive takes you aback, so unbecoming of someone of his status.

“I’m not a fool,” you shoot back, forcing yourself to remain steady. “I’ve heard about your... doings.”

“My doings?” He raises an eyebrow, amused.

“You’re married obviously,” you say bluntly. “And you’ve had affairs. Women like Alys Rivers, Lara Lannister…”

He doesn’t flinch. “I’ve had lovers, yes, but my marriage is... loveless. Floris and I, we’ve always been an arrangement for political convenience.”

“That doesn’t justify anything.”

He steps closer, his eyes darkening. “I’m trapped. I can’t leave her. It would destroy my reputation. But she has her own lovers too.”

“And so you feel entitled to have yours?”

He breathes deeply, gaze unwavering. “Not just anyone. I want you, angel. Only you.”

You feel yourself dangerously close to giving in, especially when his gaze drops to your lips and he shamelessly licks his own. Desperate to stay composed, you ask, “Am I just another lover to add to your collection? I may be a lowly journalist compared to you, Mister President, but I have a reputation to protect too.”

“I know this, angel,” he whispers, his voice softer now, yet drawing closer with every word. “I’ll protect you.”

“Did you protect Alys? Or Lara? Or the others?” you challenge, though your voice falters.

“They orchestrated their own downfall,” he says coolly, his expression unreadable. “They used me for power. That was out of my hands.”

Oh. His words momentarily rattle your resolve, but you shake your head, trying to pull yourself out of the spell he’s weaving over you. “No, this is wrong,” you murmur, the words weak on your tongue. But his warm breath fans your face, luring you into the same madness he claims to feel.

“Is this wrong?” he whispers, his lips grazing yours – featherlike, teasing, barely there. Then, as if something shifts within him, he kisses you again, harder this time, his mouth pressing hungrily against yours. His tongue traces the curve of your bottom lip, sending a rush of heat through your body as you teeter on the edge of reason.

You cave, for a few seconds, letting your lips dance with his own in a battle for dominance. You elicit a growl out of him, and he picks you up and swaps your bodies so that you are perched atop his desk.

“Gods,” he purrs, against the heat of your neck. “Sweeter than I imagined. You’re a fucking angel.” His gaze is arresting as his hands slide from your ankles to the hem of your dress, lifting it higher and higher until your moist panties are exposed to the cool air.

You collect yourself as if hit by a dizzying wave of whiplash, pushing him away with a sharp shove. “Stop – wait, Mister Pres – Aemond…”

He stumbles, lips swollen and slick, his good eye darkened, pupil blown wide. “Right, sorry…” His breath comes heavy as he averts his gaze, and you smooth your dress down, feeling the weight of the moment between you. He straightens, his posture stiffening as if suddenly remembering who he is. “I didn’t mean to push you, angel.”

“You didn’t –”

“It was wrong of me to –”

“Aemond,” you cut in softly, your hand slipping between you to squeeze his in reassurance. “It’s okay. I wanted it too.”

A genuine smile blooms on his lips, innocent and sweet, but it fades just as quickly at your next words. “But this can’t happen again. We can’t happen.”

"Why not?" His voice is low, measured, but there’s an edge to it. "Why can’t we? You say you wanted it too."

“We both know why,” you murmur, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. You turn to leave, but hesitate just long enough to say, “Goodbye, Mister President.”

“Angel,” he calls softly, and it’s the only word he offers.

As you step out of his suite, the door closing behind you with a quiet finality, a thought begins to take root, unsettling in its persistence – he never actually said goodbye.

And deep down, you know this isn’t over. Something stirs in your chest, an uneasy certainty - while this is the first of these kinds of encounters, it won’t be the last.

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leclerckiss · 6 months ago

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pretty in pink ౨ৎ

notes: oscar piastri x girly!reader, est. relationship, protective demeanour, unwelcome attention from strangers, fluff. requested.

a/n: i adored writing this, and it helped encourage me to stop writing for only charles in all honesty. ily.

The aroma of petrichor against warm pastries from the L'Amour du Pain Vieux bakery nearby lingers, skies over Montréal grey with the lull of clouds where hints of the early afternoon light dance through and upon the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve below, a gentle remnant of dampness about the smooth stone streets from rainfall earlier in the hour that has since come to a halt.

With qualifying to commence in a few hours – highlighting the true beginning of the Canadian Grand Prix where your boyfriend hopes to secure the finest result possible – there is a heightening feel about the paddock as you wander through, latte of oat-milk and vanilla balanced in one soft-skinned hand, donned in your favourite, little dress like blushing, pale peonies.

After an early albeit comfortable, familiar morning waking beside Oscar in your shared hotel suite amongst the quiet luxury of pretty, minimal décor – mussed bed sheets of lush cotton, cashmere throws and interlocked limbs – shared, slow kisses and breakfast consisting of sweet, syruped pancakes and coffee, before greeting the true day ahead, you are most excited.

Amongst conversational journalists with inviting, saccharine smiles merely for enticement and photographers who do not hesitate to notice your face, the lovely and pretty diamond that is Oscar Piastri's lovable girlfriend, you have never quite opposed to the media attention so long as you have him by your side.

"Hm." Chanel ballet flats of embroidered ivory and light-pink clicking on the path, comforted by your sweet treat in hand whilst balancing your iPhone in the other – a brief conversation with your lover concluding he would be busy for another couple of minutes at least due to press conferences – you are mostly contently lost in your own daydreams.

"Excuse me?"

It is the sound of a voice addressed in your direction that has you faltering in your gait, pretty head tilting just the slightest to glimpse over your shoulder just as the sudden voice and approach of a male has you somewhat shy.

"Sorry, I feel like I know you from somewhere," He is youthful, perhaps the same age or a year older than the aforementioned by looks, dressed rather comfortably in a clean, white shirt of linen only half-buttoned against the beige hues of his trousers, Française Cartier watch glinting on his wrist.

His mouth curves on a smile, eyes like caramel dancing over your face and lower until he allows himself the fleeting, silent glance at how the neat edges of your mini dress hug your thighs before straightening his stance once again, lithe fingers threading through his styled, light hair.

The words leave you a touch perplexed given you certainly do not recognise him and lack any recollection of his face, laughing uncertainly as you tuck a stray hair behind the shell of your ear with the clink of a rose quartz bracelet about your wrist, the sound sweet as an angel's.

"I'm sorry, I don't think–"

"It's alright, I don't either." The man continues with an amiable shrug as though pretending to understand or assume what you had been meaning to say, countenance turning more charismatic on the edge of a revealed dimple, "My name's Jacques, love."

There is something in his gaze and the execution of his demeanour which has you hesitating, rosebud mouth parted ajar whilst you glance about momentarily even when the hint of a natural, polite smile remains.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Jacques," You reply quietly, the expression you hold towards him is a pleasant one despite yourself, although not enough to reveal the slight discomfort that lurks in the depths of your stomach, "But my boyfriend is–"

"Right here."

As if the mention or mere thought of him was an innate manifestation, you are greeted with the presence of a certain, handsome individual where you recognise the warmth of his aura just as fingertips are felt on the curve of your vertebrae against a splayed palm.

You cannot deny or refuse the immediate beginnings of a soft smile and the ease flourishing within you as soon as his touch is known, the lingering scent of his cologne with hints of patchouli and rosewood permeating, an incline of your head allowing gazes to meet momentarily in mutual greeting.

He stands tall beside you, the limb draped around your waist a familiar presence whilst eyes of an intimate, rich hue that remind you of coffee and autumn dance between yourself and the other man who now stands a touch awkwardly with a dissuaded visage.

"Is this man bothering you, princess?" His tone is honey-like, a smooth and lowered baritone that you adore, though there is the telltale sign of his fingertips that press a touch firmer against your hipbone, and the arch of a brow, that demonstrates the silent brewing of protectiveness in the midst of his affections for you. Oscar Piastri is an affectionate sweetheart, true to his feelings and honest in generosity with the renowned presence of patience, though can be a defensive figure when the subject concerns his girl.

"Not really. He was just being friendly," Your cadence is light and sweet with imploration, the subtle gesture of a kiss left against his cheekbone in comforting warmth as you balance on the edge of your toes momentarily.

You are sweet, almost too much so with your pretty looks and the faint glimpses of innocence there even though you know exactly where you stand; it has Oscar longing to return to the quiet privacy of home where nobody will harass you both for attention, where he can have you to himself even if only for a little while.

Jacques chuckles, almost uncertainly in a manner that juxtaposes his previous incentive whilst tucking one palm into the concealing wool of his tailored slacks when he nods, "I was just saying 'hello', no harm done."

The Australian does not seem particularly reassured though there is no instigation for a disagreement, looking over the other only a moment longer without another word before he's silently coaxing you against his side when he walks with a gait somewhat quicker than his usual.

"Wait," Your kissable lips touch a little downward in uncertain wonder, though you follow his guidance easily, a touch intrigued by his lingering silence that lacks explanation, "Where are we headed? Was I doing something wrong?"

There is no initial comfort or answer to your inquiries as he looks forward, evidently lost to his own thoughts whilst internally calming himself from the dwindling ache of his possession over you, a muscle in the line of his jaw shifting almost imperceptibly.

A boring press conference consisting of being asked the same questions like a repetitive, tedious dance had already left him a touch bitter, and the sight of a stranger trying to steal his girlfriend's attention away only aggravates him further.

Eventually, your shared walk leads to the quieter alcoves of the McLaren hospitality comforts until he's nudging you backwards through a white-varnished door, breathing in the sweetness of your perfume – Good Girl: Blush – with hints of almond against sweet peonies, vanilla and coumarin.

"You weren't doing anything wrong," Oscar murmurs, his arm entwined securely about your figure as his lips ghost over the outer shell of your ear near the glimmer of divine, embellished earrings he gifted you on your birthday after he had seen you admiring them through the glass of a jewellery shop once, swallowing slowly.

It is a quiet, comfortable room – one that he often confides in the refuge of when in need of fleeing from the never-ending attention and demands of his profession, an inviting, plush chaise lounge of white cushioning, shelves and cupboards of various items.

Your glossed lips touch into a delicate pout of mystery, a gentle sound of consideration and acknowledgement leaving the back of your throat whilst arms drape loosely around his neck, the edges of your thumbs tracing along his nape where you feel the soft hairs there.

"Then what was it?"

"Nothing." It is an uncharacteristically brief reply, though the manner his lightly-calloused palms cradle the small of your waist until he cannot quite restrain himself from the tightened grasp there with a brief glance towards the closed door, exhaling through his teeth in some kind of defeat, "I'm... Do you want me to be honest?"

The question is uttered so softly that the question leaves you a fraction breathless, heart thrumming within the interns of your rib cage like a dove locked away as you nod.

"I always want the truth from you, Ossie," You respond in a lull so saccharine it sounds like a sing-song of delight, the edge of your index finger and thumb dancing downwards against the soft fabric of his sweater before pausing when you meet his eyes through your lashes.

Oscar sighs, though there is the slightest of reservations of a smile the corners of his mouth at the manner in which you address him, a nickname reserved especially for when the two of you are alone together and intimate.

He does not immediately bless you with an answer, tilting your head towards him in silent, shared invitation before your mouths melt together. It is slow and sweet, tasting one another and your belongings forgotten on the nearby, makeshift desk of polished oak, a sweetened hint of café au lait on your tongue.

"Seeing that man," He begins between chaste kisses, not quite allowing you the liberty of shying away as he holds you close until your back nudges the ivory-coated wall behind, near drawn photographs of memorabilia from old Grand Prixes, "And how he looked at you, it made me want to–"

He pauses, inhaling audibly as though trying to meditate on his own emotions in that moment, his hands feeling over your body like a sculptor and his finest work before he swallows the remainder of his sentence with a kiss.

Oscar Piastri is an undeniably attractive man when he's possessive over you, touching every inch of you like his belongings, muttered sweet nothings and vows of devotions against your tongue. It is a warm feeling, knowing he will always protect you without hesitance. And he does, cherishes you like the pretty doll you seem to be, because he cares in some earnest, undying reality.

"I love you."

The punctuation of another kiss, "I love you more." And he traces the jut of your ribs through the thin, velveteen fabric of your rosé dress when he holds you close until you're flush together, sighing against your lips, "I will never let anybody hurt you, ever. Understood?"

"I understand."

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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Wild Nights || CL16 {1}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: After getting dumped before your wedding you decide to take your best friend on your honeymoon instead and end up having a whirlwind romance. Warnings: 18+only, NSFW, smut, oral, angst WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

The memories of last night ran through your mind like a montage that was powered by a strobe light, disconnected images and snapshots that blinded you and left your head aching. You blinked against the bright sunlight flooding the bedroom you didn’t recognise and tried to suppress the groan of pain that came with the hangover you rightfully deserved.

You had drunk far too much but you deserved to let go and have fun. Getting dumped right before you were meant to be married definitely gave you a free pass to go wild so you kept the booking for your honeymoon in Monaco and took your best friend instead.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you spotted your iPhone on the bedside table and found the battery dead.

A soft snore had you freeze and you slowly turned to the sound with a racing heart as another memory resurfaced. The back of a head full of lush, thick dark hair rested on the pillow beside you and your eyes trailed down his spine to the curve of his ass that was obscured by the sheet hanging over his hip.

Angry red lines marked the otherwise smooth skin of his back and you remembered the pleasure of that moment. It had been the first time in a long time that you hadn’t needed to fake the orgasm that rippled through you. You had forgotten the feeling until you had collapsed light headed among the fluffiest pillows you had ever laid your head upon and fallen into the deepest sleep in weeks.

You slipped quietly from the bed and tiptoed across the carpet, collecting your bra and panties along the way until you found your dress in the living room. You bit your lip as you skirted around a broken vase, remembering how - shit, what was his name? - how he had picked you up with surprising ease and sat you on the side table between the desperate kiss you were locked in. The shattering of the glass hadn’t even fazed him when your ass had knocked it off.

You looked around the apartment as you crept to the front door, hoping to find some indication of a name, but the high end place must have been an AirBnB because there was nothing personal anywhere. The only notable item at all was a beautiful Steinway Grand Piano that you were envious of, wishing you had a few minutes to run your fingers across the ivory keys.

The thought of playing the piano drew the whispers of a memory that you couldn’t quite clutch.

Arthur? The name rang a bell but you shook your head as you unbolted the door and grabbed your clutch that was waiting beside it. There had been an Arthur at the bar but you didn’t think it was him in the bed. There were a lot of guys there last night, a lot of names to remember, hopefully Bea could fill in the blanks when you found her.

Your cheeks burned as you walked through the heart of Monaco, trying to figure out where your hotel was in the maze that was the city. You stuck out like a sore thumb among the men and women out enjoying a sunny Saturday morning and you swore some of them even pointed your way as you passed by.

This took the walk of shame to a whole new level.

Finally you reached the hotel and as a bonus you found the keycard had survived the night and was tucked inside your clutch along with your lipstick. Your luck seemed to be turning around as you took the elevator to the honeymoon suite and pointedly ignored the tv screen set to welcome Mr and Mrs Wallace.

The shower was running so you went straight into the bathroom, not even knocking since there was no need for privacy among best friends. “Bea, I just had the best sex of my life and I don’t even know his name.”

The water shut off and the steamed shower door swung open to reveal someone who was definitely not your friend. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you spun away. “Who are you?”

Bea stepped sleepily into the bathroom rubbing her eyes with a groan, “Shhh, my head is killing me babe.”

“Bea,” you whispered as you grabbed her shoulders and kept your eyes above them since she wore absolutely nothing. “There’s a naked man behind me.”

Her eyes darted over to the man who had at least wrapped a towel around his hips. “Oh, yeah, isn’t Monaco great?”

“Are you going to introduce me to your friend again?” the man asked with a charming smile.

“Again?” you asked with a frown.

“We met briefly last night.”

“At the bar,” Bea explained, though it didn’t really help considering there were a lot of bars. “Y/N, this is…Pe…ter?”

You were a terrible friend for feeling relieved that she wasn’t sure of his name either and you exclaimed, “Thank god, I’m not the only one. What the hell happened last night? I half expected to find a tiger in the bathroom.”

“And instead you found a lion,” the stranger winked. “It’s Pierre by the way.”

“Stallion more like it.” Bea dragged her eyes over his body before holding her hands up in front of your face, her palms about 9 inches apart and nodding. “Seriously.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes drifted down her body before you could stop them. “Where did you put that thing?”

“Where didn’t I,” she fired back with a husky laugh before dragging you from the bathroom and jumping back into the only bed in the suite. “Tell me everything.”

“I only remember little bits, well, and one not so little, definitely not that big though,” you pointed out as you nodded your head to the man collecting his clothes from around the room. “Please fill in the blanks.”

“Oh that’s easy,” Bea laughed as she snuggled back into the blankets, tugging them all the way up to her chin. “We met Pierre and his friends at Casablanca.”

“Casablanca?” you couldn’t remember the name.

“Yeah, they had an open mic night.” You screwed your eyes shut knowing what was surely to come as Bea continued. “I signed us up and we fucking killed it, babe.”

You fell back into the pillow that held a masculine scent it hadn’t the night before and groaned at the new information.

“You were really good,” Pierre complimented as he pulled his shirt on and pulled his phone from the pocket of his dress pants, turning to Bea. “Can I get your number?”

“Why?” she asked with a laugh. “We’re only here for a few more days, you don’t have to try to let me down gently. I won’t cry into my pillow because you didn’t call.”

He seemed a little shocked at the rejection and you thought maybe he actually had wanted to keep in touch but he recovered with a smile and pulled his shoes on. “In that case, I’ll let you ladies enjoy your afternoon. Bea, it was a pleasure.”

“That it was,” she said with a whimsical smile that told you it was an understatement. Her eyes trailed after him and she didn’t snap out of it until the front door clicked shut. “I think I love it here.”

“You just love hot guys,” you corrected.

“And this city is drowning in them, and they are probably all stinking rich too.”

Bea reached for her phone on the nightstand and you remembered that yours was dead so you plugged it to charge in before scooting closer to her. You figured you could watch a few mindless Tik Tok clips with her before dealing with the day ahead.

A few clips turned to dozens and you were in fits of laughter at a compilation of fails when Bea swiped up and you heard a familiar voice. Bea screamed and shoved the phone on your face, her finger pointing to the likes. “Holy shit!”

You grabbed her phone as the short video started again and saw the camera was mostly focused on the man who was playing the piano beside you. “It’s him,” you gasped as you showed Bea. “That’s who I went home with last night.”

“Woah, nice! He’s a stunner. I always told you, piano players and gamers are the best in bed. Something about those fingers…”

“Shhh, you horn dog. I need a minute of quiet.” You rubbed your temples as you were flooded with freshly recovered memories.

—

You side eyed Bea when you heard your name called out and the MC shielded his eyes from the stage lights as he searched the crowd.

“She’s right here!” Bea shouted and pushed you forward, the heels unsteady under your feet after all the shots you had taken.

“I hate you.”

“You love me, now let’s go.”

Bea took her place at the upright piano while you grabbed an acoustic guitar that had seen better days from the stand and adjusted the height of the microphone stand. You were acutely aware of the crowd as you checked it was in tune and turned to Bea to see if she had a song chosen.

She leaned towards the mic set up on a boom above the keys and gave you a wink that instantly made you suspicious. “I wouldn’t be your best friend if we didn’t dedicate this song to that piece of shit ex.”

You grinned at the idea of slating him and heard a few cheers from the crowd that told you you weren’t alone in having a shitty ex or maybe they were fans of Olivia Rodrigo. “I guess that means we’re playing Traitor.”

Your fingers strummed the opening notes and the self consciousness faded away as you fell into the meaning of the song, letting all the hurt and anger fill your words.

The bar emptied as the crowd shifted away from alcohol and filled the dance floor, their bodies swaying to the rhythm. Suddenly their voices joined yours as the chorus came to an end. “Guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor.”

Your eyes lingered on a group of guys that seemed centered around one who stared back at you, his eyes swimming with emotions you knew intimately. His eyes held yours as he raised his bottle in the air, saluting with the camaraderie that came with the shared pain and you couldn’t help smiling back through the heartache.

The song had ended but when you made your way off the stage the MC had blocked it and asked the crowd if they wanted to hear another. The screams had reverberated the stage floor and Bea had already said yes, going so far as to ask the crowd for a song request.

“The angstier the better,” she said. Quite a few shouts for Adele came up and she pointed at a young woman. “I love Someone Like You, but unfortunately I don’t know how to play it.”

“Arthur does!” One of the guys in the group said as he pushed his friend forward.

“No I don’t, Charles plays all the sad songs,” Arthur said as he elbowed the man next to him, the man who you hadn’t been able to look away from since he raised his drink to you.

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“Charles,” you murmured as you remembered moaning the name, your fingers laced in his hair when he went down on you.

“What was that?”

“His name is Charles,” you repeated as you pointed to the handsome man playing the piano, his eyes remaining focused on you the entire time.

“Oh yeah, it’s all through the comments. He’s some racer or something, I dunno, never heard of him.” She shrugged and swiped off to the next video. “So are we going to lounge around here all day or hit the bars?”

Your stomach protested the thought of more alcohol and you shook your head. “Is there a third option?”

“How about the beach?”

“I can manage that, I’m just going to shower while my phone charges.”

“Good, you reek of hot sex and I’m lowkey upset you haven’t given me any juicy details.”

“The audacity,” you gasped as you thumped her with your pillow. “This whole apartment reeks of sex and my pillow smells like a french Chad. See, sniff it.”

“I’ll take that,” she said with a smirk before burying her face on the pillow and inhaling dramatically. “You have lived vicariously through my sexual adventures, sexventures if you will, now it is my turn. So, spill the tea.”

You groaned as you covered your face but she wasn’t going to let you off that easily and she pulled them away. “He was amazing, and I’m not saying that because I was drunk because I remember everything after we got to his apartment.”

“I already gathered that much, I need details.”

“Okay, well, he ate pussy like a champ, honestly, I didn’t even have to ask - he just wanted to, and I actually came.”

Bea snorted and buried her face in the pillow to scream before looking up. “Babe, that’s what real men do, he who must not be named was just a lazy asshole who never took care of you like he should’ve.”

“Jesus, I didn’t realise this was what I was missing out on all those years.” You shook your head ruefully and sighed.

“Forget him, you’re moving onto better things, fitter guys, and plenty more orgasms where that came from.” She leaned forward and pushed you almost off the bed. “Go on, my little whore, go shower so we can get out of here. You’ve made us girls proud.”

“You’re so fucking weird,” you said with a shake of your head as you made your way to the bathroom.

“Normal is overrated!”

Click here for part two.

Tagging: @alwaysclassyeagle

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rhadamanthes · 8 months ago

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Private lesson. Hiromi x reader

word count : 1,6k

warnings: established relationship, piano sex, soft sex, fingering, humping, fluff, pregnancy kink, lot of pet names, breeding kink, doggy style, slight oral sex, this is soooo soft omg i can't believe it, fluff fluff fluff.

"Mimi, look there's even a piano!" you squeal, dragging him toward it by his hand.

"Yes, it's nice baby" he chuckles following behind.

Hiromi, your boyfriend rented a hotel room for the night. For the past few weeks he's been working on a big case for his law firm and he finally finished it yesterday. You threw him a little surprise party with a few of his friends when he came home. He was happy but also told you that he wanted you to relax as you supported him through it: hence the hotel room. The sun is setting, giving the luxurious room a nice orange hue.

"Before we order food and champagne let's give the room an inspection" you chirp excitedly, intertwining his arms with yours. Going through every room you praise the decoration claiming you want the same back home. In the bathroom you are ecstatic over the golden claw foot tub and all the products laying there.

"Oh my god mimi can I take these back home? they're so cute" You say grabbing the miniature soaps and shampoo.

"Let me check their policy first, yeah?" he laughs, rubbing your back softly.

"Avoiding me jail time? you're the perfect boyfriend!" you purr pressing a kiss over his cheek, he leans into the kiss pressing his nose on top of your head inhaling your scent.

Going back to the living area you still can't believe there is a grand piano in the room. Taking a seat on the large bench you pat the spot next to you inviting him to join.

"Play me something" you ask with a dopey smile. Hiromi sits close to you nudging your thigh with his own.

"As you wish" he grins, focusing on the tiles. He extends his fingers and lets them move graciously on the white ivory. The sound coming from them is nothing offbeat like you thought, it's actually harmonious and you recognize "Sea of love" . You open your mouth in awe, not aware of this hidden talent.

"Whaaaaat, Hiromi ! I didn't know you played piano, why didn't you tell me!" you gasp, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"Well it never came up in the conversation and it would have felt like bragging" he answers with honesty.

"Who cares, this is so cool ! Teach me a few tricks" you say excitedly clapping your hands.

"Ok" he laughs. His hands cross your shoulder to hover each of your hands, then place a warm kiss on your shoulder "You're ready?" he asks in a deep voice.

The proximity makes you shiver as he's almost talking in your ear. Pursing your lips you nod your head.His fingers guide Yours over the tiles. You really try your best but you're not used to stretching your fingers like that, Hiromi guides you as best as he can with his own fingers being above yours but it ends up sounding messy. You both laugh at the broken melody.

Taking a moment to really look at him you get lost in his dark eyes, his hair is combed backward but some stray strands graze his forehead, his nose, god, his nose. You like to trace it with your fingertips when he's asleep, when he's busy but still allow you in his lap, it's one of his most beautiful features, really. Beyond his good looks, he's a selfless person, he makes you feel safe, heard and more loved than you ever felt. Feeling your eyes on him, Hiromi feels the heat cripping up his cheek in a pinkish tone. You kiss him before he can say anything. A passionate kiss to show how much you care for him and how proud of him you are.

His fingers that were hovering yours are now intertwined with each other he squeezes them as he moans into the kiss.Biting on his lips you let your tongue enter his mouth twirling it against his. Out of breath he breaks the kiss.

"I love you" you whispers looking in his eyes

"I love you too darling" he wastes no time answering.You feel butterflies in your stomach, smiling like a fool.

"Where were we ?" you giggle refocusing back on the piano.Lifting you from your spot, Hiromi helps you up on his lap.

"It will be easier like that, don't you think, doll?" he asks, kissing the back of your shoulder. You nod your head and place your finger once more on the tiles.

With a few tries you manage to make it sound less catastrophic but there's definitely room for improvement. Hiromi takes off his right hand from yours.

"You got this one right, let's focus on the other hm?" he asks, resting his free hand on your belly, tracing circles on it. His hands progressively go lower until it's tucked against your pussy. You're only wearing a skirt with stockings, you can feel the heat his skin radiates. You adjust yourself on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clit.

"Teacher, what are you doing ?" you tease.

"Giving you an encouragement, get the left hand right and you'll have a reward."

You hum, grinding a few times against his crotch feeling a slight bulge. The pressure he applies on your cunt makes it hard for you to focus, you start to moan incoherently, vision blurring with the need to feel him all over you growing by the second.

"What's wrong my dear ? you don't want to play anymore" he whispers in your ear biting at your skin. You just groan, grinding on him harder. "Hands on the frame."

You oblige, grabbing your ankle he positions your knees on the bench. Understanding where he's idea is going, you arch your back to stick your ass out. glancing back at him with a sultry look. Never taking his eyes off you, Hiromi lifts your skirt, and slides down your panties. He chuckles a bit at how the piece of cloth sticks to your wet pussy. You groan as the cold air hits your private part. Hiromi smiles, petting your rump before spreading your folds with two of his slender fingers.

"My pretty little pussy"he coos, kissing your entrance softly. you moan resting your head on the cold varnished wood. He licks at your clit a few times dipping his major and ring finger inside of you.

"Mimi please fuck me" you beg feeling your palms sweating on the frame of the piano.

"Sure thing" he says curling his fingers one last time, making you shiver.

He spreads your legs wider on the bench and you feel his tip teasing your entrance. You back your ass on him to feel him inside, both of you moaning in the process. Gripping on your sides, Hiromi thrusts into your gummy walls, squeezing him in. His cock makes you feel full and he reaches deeper and deeper as he keeps fucking into you but it's not enough. Grabbing his tie you yank it toward you, needing him as close as possible. Surprised by your sudden move, Hiromi let one of his hands fly to the keys so he doesn't crush you under his weight. The disoriented sound steals a laugh from you, locking his lips with his in a heated kiss. His nail digs in your side, you know that I'll leave the mark you like.

Hiromi gets lost in the feeling of you as always. It's your scent, the way your skin feels under his, the way you desire him and don't hide, your voice. Fuck it's you. From the day he first saw you he knew it was always going to be you. Pulling his tie incredibly closer, you thrust your ass back on his dick needing always more. A familiar knot forms in your belly, you want to cum in sync with him so badly.

"Hiromi I love you" you say out of breath, tears menacing to rise at any moment. His brows furrowed his cheeks a light shade of pink, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead.His pace accelerates and you can feel your legs give up under his powerful thrusts.

"Shit, I love you too baby" he says, calling your name between hushered breaths. "My angel, i'm going to put a ring on your finger" he groans "a-and make you a mom" His dick twitches at his own word. You're not better than him, clamping hard on his cock.

"Hiromi please yes!" you beg "Fuck, can't wait to see you with a swollen belly and tits full of milk" he pant keeping up his pace.

A few more thrust and you cum undone reaching your climax. Hiromi follows you soon after, shooting all of his cum inside of you. Your body slumps on the piano producing hitting various keys and you can't help but laugh again. Hiromi's back shakes behind you laughing silently. Catching his breath Hiromi sits both your bodies on the bench and makes you face him. He caresses your hair, kissing your temple in a comfortable silence.

"Were you serious about what you said ?" you ask in a weak voice, scared that he said these things in the heat of the moment. Encasing your face with his hands, he makes you look at him.

"A hundred percent serious, the rest of my life is with you" he says pressing the back of your hands to his lips. The tears well up in your eyes.

"We're getting married?" you ask cheerfully.

"Yes my love" he smiles, kissing your hand once more.

Overjoyed you lock your arms behind his neck and squeeze him in a deep kiss. This is the beginning of a long night after all.

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lifeofpriya · 2 months ago

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Hello love!

Because I am insane for this man now may I please request the “Kissing you, and then putting their hands around your neck to stay like that for the next seconds, minutes as you two get lost in each other.” prompt for our cutie Brit? 🩷 - @pyotrkochetkov

hi!!! i had a real blast writing this one and ughh, i just feel like Jack would be a wonderful wedding date 😩

A Little Spontaneous Romance

wc: 2.1k

"Jack, we need to get going, or otherwise, we'll be late for Lizzie's wedding," you reminded your boyfriend, peeking into the bathroom as he perfected his tie in the mirror. The room smelled faintly of his aftershave, something woody and expensive that always made you feel like you were standing in a forest glade. The sink was scattered with his toiletries, and a puddle of water had formed around the base of the tap. You stepped closer, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing as he tugged at the knot.

Jack turned to you with a smile that could melt glaciers, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of hazel that reminded you of the leaves that rustled outside your childhood home in the autumn. His hair was slightly damp, the ends curling just enough to give him that 'I woke up like this' look that you knew took him at least fifteen minutes to achieve. "Alright, love," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Let's not keep the happy couple waiting."

As you both walked out of the hotel room, the sun was just beginning to kiss the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city. The cobblestone streets of the old town were already bustling with life, the sound of laughter and distant chatter mixing with the faint notes of a street musician playing a saxophone. You felt Jack's hand in yours, his grip firm but comforting as you navigated the throngs of people making their way to the wedding venue. The anticipation of the day ahead filled you with excitement and a touch of nerves - Lizzie had been your best friend since childhood, and you were thrilled to be a part of her special day.

Jack looked over at you, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards into a smirk. "You know, I've never seen you so dressed up," he said, his eyes scanning your attire with appreciation. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as Jack leaned in closer. "You look absolutely stunning," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

You blushed, looking down at the dress you'd chosen. It was a simple yet elegant number, the fabric shimmering slightly in the early morning light. You'd spent hours searching for the perfect shoes, finally settling on a pair of shoes that added a touch of sophistication to your outfit. "Thank you," you murmured, glancing up to find him studying you intently.

As you approached the grand archway that led to the wedding venue, the scent of fresh flowers grew stronger. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roses and peonies, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over you. The venue was a picturesque rooftop garden, with greenery cascading down the walls and a stunning view of the city beyond. The chairs were arranged in neat rows, draped with ivory fabric that billowed gently in the breeze.

Jack squeezed your hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is going to be an amazing day," he said, his voice full of genuine warmth. You nodded in agreement, feeling a swell of happiness for Lizzie and her soon-to-be husband, Darcy. The two of them had been through so much together, and you were thrilled that they had found their way to this moment.

As you entered the venue, you couldn't help but notice the way the light danced across the surface of the crystal chandeliers hanging from the canopy above. They cast a soft, romantic glow over the space, making everything seem ethereal and magical. The string quartet played a soft melody that resonated with the air around you, setting the tone for the celebration to come.

Jack looked around, his eyes wide with wonder. "This place is unreal," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. You nodded, squeezing his hand tighter. It was unlike any wedding venue you had ever seen, a perfect blend of nature and opulence that reflected Lizzie's unique style.

As you made your way to your seats, you felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. You had been helping Lizzie plan this day for months, and now it was finally here. You had never seen Jack so dressed up either, in a tailored suit that hugged his athletic frame, making him look every inch the dashing tennis star he was. His tie was a deep shade of blue that matched the color of the sky above, and his shoes were so polished you could see your reflection in them.

The music grew louder as the bridesmaids began their procession, their dresses fluttering in the breeze like petals on a summer's day. Lizzie looked stunning in a gown that made her look like a modern-day princess, her eyes sparkling with joy as she made her way towards Darcy, who was standing at the altar, looking as though he couldn't believe his luck. You watched as they exchanged vows, their love for each other palpable in the air, making it thick and warm around you.

As the ceremony concluded and the newlyweds shared their first kiss, the crowd erupted into applause. You turned to Jack, whose gaze was fixed on the couple, a soft smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his eyes finding yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away.

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter and dancing, the air thick with the scent of champagne and the sound of clinking glasses. You and Jack mingled with the guests, chatting and sipping on drinks, but your thoughts kept drifting back to how unbelievably handsome your boyfriend looked in his suit. His strong arms were wrapped around you as you swayed to the rhythm of a slow song, the fabric of his jacket feeling smooth against your bare shoulders.

The sun had set, and the twinkling lights strung up around the venue created a romantic atmosphere that seemed to beckon you closer to him. His hazel eyes searched yours, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. You couldn't make out the words over the music, but the sentiment was clear: he was as smitten with you as you were with him.

As the night progressed, Jack grew more and more relaxed, his movements fluid and graceful as he danced. You watched him, unable to take your eyes off of him, feeling a mix of pride and desire. He was truly in his element, the charming, charismatic man that had stolen your heart on the tennis courts and never let it go.

But then, something changed. The music grew softer, the lights dimmer, and the air between you two seemed to crackle with an intensity that was almost tangible. You found yourselves standing in a quiet corner of the rooftop garden, the sounds of the party muffled by the dense foliage that surrounded you.

Jack looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and before he could say a word, you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was tender, yet filled with a passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface of your relationship. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you would vanish like a mirage in the desert heat. The world around you ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours, the beat of his heart echoing in your chest.

You moved your hands up to Jack's neck, feeling the steady throb of his pulse beneath your fingertips. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if you were trying to convey every unspoken word, every unvoiced emotion, through the simple act of pressing your mouth to his. His hands slipped from your waist to cup your cheeks, his thumbs gently caressing the soft skin beneath your eyes. The warmth of his palms sent a shiver down your spine, and you realized that you had never felt more alive than you did in this moment.

As the kiss lingered, you felt the tension in your body melt away, leaving only the sensation of Jack's firm grip and the heat of his touch. Time seemed to stand still, the only indication of its passing the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. You were lost in the moment, lost in the feel of him, lost in the realization of just how much he meant to you.

When you finally pulled away, you were both panting slightly, your cheeks flushed and eyes wide with surprise and desire. "I've wanted to do that all night," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. Jack's eyes searched yours, a mix of confusion and something else - something deeper, something that made your stomach flip.

He leaned in again, this time with a more urgent need. His kiss was fiercer, more demanding, as if he were trying to claim you in that very instant. Your hands tightened around his neck, your nails digging slightly into his skin. The world around you faded away once more, replaced by the sound of your beating hearts and the soft caress of the evening air.

Jack's hands moved to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. The music swelled around you, a cacophony of sound that seemed to be playing just for the two of you.

You could feel his heart racing, echoing the tempo of the music, as your chests rose and fell in sync. The world outside the confines of your embrace was a blur of colors and shapes, a distant reality that couldn't compare to the intimacy you shared.

You couldn't help but wonder if anyone had noticed the two of you in the secluded corner, but the truth was, you didn't care. The connection between you was magnetic, drawing you closer with each passing second. Your breaths melded into one as the kiss grew more intense, your bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music that played softly in the background.

Reluctantly pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, you looked into Jack's eyes, which had darkened with passion. The music swirled around you, a symphony of love and longing that seemed to be playing just for the two of you. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, feeling the roughness of his skin against yours.

"That was…wow," Jack murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. He was usually well-spoken and eloquent with his words, but in this moment, he seemed to have been rendered speechless by the intensity of your kiss. The look in his eyes was one of pure amazement, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened between the two of you.

"You weren't expecting that, were you, Draper?" You teased, a smug smile playing on your lips.

Jack chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest, his hands still lingering around your neck. "No, I wasn't," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "But I'm not complaining."

The sound of distant laughter and clinking glasses brought you back to reality. You were at Lizzie's wedding, in the middle of a crowded reception, and you had just shared a kiss that could have set the whole venue on fire. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks, but instead of pulling away, Jack leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours.

"What? Can't I surprise my boyfriend with a little spontaneous romance?" You quipped, your voice filled with mirth.

Jack's grin grew wider, his eyes never leaving yours. "You always know how to catch me off guard," he said, his voice filled with affection. "But I like it."

You both took a moment to breathe in the cool evening air, your hearts slowly returning to their normal rhythm. The scent of the garden's blooming flowers wafted around you, mixing with the faint scent of Jack's cologne. It was a heady combination that made you feel light-headed and intoxicated.

"We should probably get back to the party," you murmured, not wanting to break the spell that had been cast over you.

Jack nodded, but his arms didn't move from around you. "In a minute," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. He kissed you again, more gently this time, as if he was savoring the taste of you. The world around you faded away once more, leaving only the sound of your hearts beating together.

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izloveshorses · 4 months ago

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I didn't teach her that...

canon compliant act ii missing scene, 1.4k. we can never get enough of dimya in their besties era <3 (also on ao3)

The hotel was nice, to say the least.

Dmitry felt a little like a fish out of water, to be honest, since he had never known such luxury. The lobby alone was grand with its tall marble columns and massive paintings adorning the walls and rich ladies with Chanel on their shoulders and heavy doses of perfume lingering in the air. He and Vlad had found a place to purchase new shirts and trousers and shoes for the pair of them and Anya had a new dress and some kitten heels, needing to look the part of suitable patrons for such an establishment. This was Paris, after all. And since they were right on the Seine, they needed to fit in.

Vlad had some stipulations to discuss with the concierge before they went out to eat, so Dmitry found a spot on the plush love seat, content with watching the busy Parisians enter and exit. Anya was too excited to sit still.

“Oh, look!” she said before she even sat down. She’d been saying that nearly all day, Dmitry didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t know how many more famous paintings he had in him, but instead he watched as she moved towards a shiny black piano as grand as the lobby.

As if transfixed, Anya’s fingers ghosted over the top of the instrument. Dmitry didn’t see any signs and no one stopped them, so he didn’t try to stop her when she sat on the leather seat and opened the fallboard, revealing a row of ivory white keys. Her fingers ran over the keys and then tentatively pressed down on one. Nobody intervened at the sound of the single note. So she plucked a few more, like a child learning to walk. Dmitry grinned. She was always so easily entertained, it was endearing.

And then out of nowhere, Anya started playing a song, a real song, the melody sounding eerily familiar and new all at once, slowly at first, and then with the surprising confidence of a pianist playing with a full piece orchestra behind her.

His eyebrows rose. He hadn’t expected that. From across the lobby, he and Vlad made eye contact, equally amazed. I didn’t teach her that, Vlad said with just a mere shrug.

When the song finished— or when she ran out of notes— Dmitry asked, “Where did you learn that?”

“I don’t know,” she answered, as if coming out of a trance. He felt stupid for asking. But she didn’t seem lost in a memory, unreachable and haunted, like what had happened countless times since he’d known her. Her eyes were bright and clear, not cloudy with the haze of distant dreams. “I couldn’t tell you who taught me, but I can tell you this was Debussy.”

Dmitry didn’t know what she was talking about, but she tossed a wicked grin over her shoulder and curled her finger at him, beckoning him closer. He hesitated, just for a moment. But how could he resist? His feet pulled him to the open space next to her on the leather stool. Her body was warm against his. She tapped another song, much smoother and shorter, sounding like purple flowers and summer time.

“This is Beethoven,” she said over the music. Dmitry still didn’t know how to respond, so he just sat dumbly with his hands in his lap.

It was good to see her like this. She had always been so somber, so grave, so serious. She did carry a certain warmth or joy within her, sure, but back in Russia she had to set that aside for the sake of pragmatism and survival. Now she seemed lighter. Easier. Less tired. Perhaps this was who Anya really was, deep down, when she didn’t have to worry about finding her next meal. Dmitry wondered what type of person Paris would reveal him to be. Who he was without strife.

“I don’t know how you do that,” he finally said when she slowed.

“It’s easy, here,” she took his wrist and angled his hand over the keys.

He panicked. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”

She gave him an unimpressed look. “We’ll play a different song, this one’s a duet.” She manipulated his hand until he was hovering over the correct keys. “Just play this,” she tapped out a simple, one-handed pattern on a set of keys closer to her, “until we’re done.”

His ears burned, but he did as told, clumsily until it was smooth enough to satisfy her. And then she started a melody in time with his, something plucky and simple and joyful that made her smile with her tongue between her teeth and his own lips tug.

“It’s a waltz,” she explained as the melody began to repeat itself for a second verse.

He bit his lip, concentrating on the four notes he was instructed to play. “Maybe this song would’ve helped our dancing.”

She giggled. “Maybe.”

It was a simple song, really. Could’ve repeated for hours or stopped after a single verse. Dmitry thought about messing up on purpose so her hand would have to touch his again, but he thought that was a little pathetic so he didn’t.

“How do you remember the notes without sheet music?” he asked eventually.

“It’s not about the notes, necessarily, it’s…” she stopped playing, and so did he, and the silence was abrupt and yawning. “More like muscle memory. Like my body remembers.”

He nodded.

“I don’t think I liked playing,” she said in the quiet. The statement was so absurd he laughed. “The lessons must’ve always been awfully inconvenient and tedious.”

“Well, you’re very good.”

She waved a hand. “These are simple songs. It’s not that impressive.”

“Still, I don’t think I would make a very good musician. Clumsy fingers.”

“Nonsense. You played this waltz well,” she insisted.

“Only because you taught me.”

That made her eyebrows rise. He felt a flush in his neck when he realized what he said, but it was too late to walk it back, so he just stared down at his hands stupidly. This kept happening. Whatever you wanted to call it. No, it wasn’t quite flirting, not yet, but they were toeing that line closer and closer each day. Dmitry couldn’t decide if Anya was amused or delighted by his attempts or what. He couldn’t figure it out. Because, sometimes, he dared to believe she was almost-flirting right back.

And then a wave of either bravery or stupidity washed over him when he asked, “What was that you were playing a minute ago…”

“Beethoven? Here,” she took his hands again, and he had to bite his lip to keep his smile small, while she showed him what patterns to play.

He tried focusing on their hands, tried memorizing which keys to press, but he mostly just watched her. The way her brow knit with concentration, lip between her teeth, smile quirking at the corners when he hit a wrong note. Even though they were playing music there was still a quietness about it, something undemanding and soft. Her hands were so small but her fingers still managed to reach all the notes she needed.

“Well,” Vlad appeared out of nowhere, startling both Dmitry and Anya enough to make their hands— and shoulders, and hips, and sides— spring apart, “aren’t you full of lovely surprises, my dear.”

Anya smiled up at him. Dmitry had never been more irritated with his friend.

“Shall we go to dinner, maestro?”

Anya giggled and accepted the hand he offered to help her up. “Where are we going?”

“I had to ask the concierge if my favorite cafe is still around. It is not, unfortunately. But he recommended a spot on the way to Little Russia.”

Without Anya sitting next to him, Dmitry felt the piano bench was much too wide, so he stood. “We’re still going to the Neva Club?” he asked. “What happened to the old man complaining about his aching feet the entire way here?”

To his satisfaction, Anya gave him a private, amused smile. She agreed. He liked it when she agreed with him.

“It’s the Parisian air,” Vlad deadpanned. “I feel ten years younger already.”

Anya and Dmitry shared one more secret, microscopic smile as they followed their friend to the brasserie. But his thoughts still lingered on that piano, floating there like the notes echoing over the lobby. He wondered if he could get Anya back there again. If she would like it if he bought her some sheet music. If he would be silently tapping out the notes Anya taught him on the table for a long while.

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Arriving at the Palazzo Parigi Hotel & Grand Spa | Milan, Italy | September 20, 2023

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GHOST UNDER THE MISTLETOE - SHORT STORY

New York City, 1856

Priscilla’s white satin gloves kept slipping down her elbows, and she wanted to scream. The sound sat in her throat, eager and frustrated, as she glanced across the crowded ballroom of Hadfield Hotel. Not even a swallow of spiced pear brandy could push the scream down into her stomach.

Priscilla would gladly be spending her December night anywhere else. The snow swirling outside was particularly preferable to this festive society party where guests danced and drank and gladhanded under the disguise of holiday cheer. However, her parents had persuaded their daughter of nineteen with the promise of more supplies for her taxidermy avocation.

It had seemed like an easy exchange weeks ago. But now, standing in a corseted gown of sapphire blue and curls positioned high with jabbing pins and lashes heavy with kohl, Priscilla realised she had gravely miscalculated. She didn’t feel pretty, she felt foolish.

Satin slipped and she tugged.

Priscilla wanted to scream and bury the gloves deep in the snow. Good riddance if they weren’t found until after Christmas when the white streets began to thaw.

Fragile baubles and burnished bells and wreaths of holly decorated the grand hotel. Not that any of the decorations concealed the notorious fable about Hadfield Hotel. At least not according to Marita, who gossiped at Priscilla’s side between bites of tiny caramel tarts.

Crumbs sprinkled onto a cloth napkin. “Do you know the story?”

“I scarcely know what I did yesterday,” Priscilla said blithely. “And you’re obviously dying to tell me.”

Marita grinned shamelessly as the pair promenaded around the ballroom. She forgot all about the desserts being carried on trays, liking the taste of gossip better on her tongue. “It’s rather a macabre story…”

Priscilla indulged her friend’s baiting as the string band—exclusively playing Christmas carols—began an upbeat rendition of Silent Night. “My favourite kind.”

“Your parents should really get you out of the house more,” Marita insisted, hardly bothering to mask her distaste for Priscilla’s hobby. “Get you away from all those dead animals you like to bring back wrong.”

Priscilla spied her parents by the magnificent Christmas tree. They didn’t like her dead and stuffed creatures either. “Trust me, they earnestly try.” She turned back to her dearest friend. “Tell me the story.”

“The Hadfield used to host the most spectacular parties. The envy of all venues. But then it all just stopped when the owner’s son dropped dead.” Marita snapped her fingers, and Priscilla nearly lost her glass, enchanted by the tale. “Poor Fletcher Hadfield. Apparently, he died right here in the hotel and haunts the place. This is the first party held in the Hadfield in nearly twenty years.”

“How have I not heard this story?”

Martia shrugged. “People would rather forget such grim things.” Her eyes widened to the size of teacup saucers at something across the gilded floor. “Oh! Rupert just stepped under the mistletoe. Do you mind?”

“Go get your Christmas kiss,” Priscilla encouraged, offering up the last dregs of her brandy. Marita downed the drink and made haste through the fanfare of the party before another smitten lady got to Rupert first.

Priscilla didn’t feel lonely in the festooned Hadfield. Not as she lingered on the edge of the ballroom like a moth among butterflies. She was a similar creature but noticeably a little stranger with the rabbit’s foot fastened at her throat on ivory lace.

She did, however, feel the itch of fascination as she glanced at the arched entryway that led to the rest of the hotel. It was the same fascination that allowed her to bind wood and wool into a mannequin and mount skin over it. Brushing fur and cleaning antlers and straightening feathers. To prepare and preserve something lost. After all, taxidermy was the art of remembering.

And somewhere in the Hadfield awaited a forgotten dead son.

No one noticed her absence as she wandered, one glove precariously slipping down her arm. A cheery carol diluted into a whisper as Priscilla crossed the threshold into a smoking parlour. She searched the mahogany wood and upholstered leather and stale shadows.

Priscilla’s stomach flattened like the dust on the shelves. Perhaps this ghost didn’t want to be found when a party he wasn’t invited to tolled down the hall. Try one more room, Priscilla rationalised, turning from the parlour.

Cool fingers tugged at the seam of her satin glove, gently hoisting it back into place. Priscilla whirled, a shriek scratching at her oesophagus.

“Please, don’t scream.”

A handsome young man stood before her in a dishevelled suit a few decades out of fashion. His pupils were white and cloudy, fair hair long enough to touch his blood-stained collar. He looked to be made out of gossamer fabric.

Enthrallment steeled her fear. “I take it you’re Fletcher Hadfield.”

“It’s not every night a pretty girl comes looking for me.”

“I didn’t actually expect to find you. I was merely—”

“Bored? Curious? In urgent need of smelling salts?”

“Fasincated by the macabre.”

Fletcher gave an approving grin. “Ah, my death’s aspiration!”

She studied his body, which showed little signs of rigor mortis. Studied the near-translucent nature of his skin and clothes. “Your skin… does it feel like dead flesh?” she asked, thinking of her beloved dead and mounted animals.

He rolled up a sleeve without hesitation. “Be my guest.”

She brushed her fingertips across his wintry wrist, finding him surprisingly tangible. “How did you die?”

Without looking away from her, he pointed a finger skyward. Pinned over the threshold was a sheaf of mistletoe Priscilla was sure hadn’t been there before. His grin broadened with mischief and possibly sarcasm. “Mistletoe poisoning.”

Fletcher Hadfield leaned closer, eyes sinking to her mouth. Priscilla found little reluctance within herself, curiosity a seductive beast. She splayed a hand across his chest. Hard and cold flesh without a heartbeat. Priscilla fearlessly edged up onto her toes, wondering if her first kiss counted if it was with a ghost.

His eyes softened with loneliness, their lips the width of a bird’s feather from touching. “Will you remember me?”

“Like a taxidermic animal,” Priscilla promised, giving him a Christmas kiss.

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Exploring the Variety of Affordable Hotel Apartments in Dubai

Dubai, known for its glitzy skyscrapers, luxurious lifestyle, and thriving business scene, is a popular destination for tourists and expatriates. Whether you are planning a long stay in Dubai or just a short visit, the city offers a wide range of accommodations. In this article, we’ll explore the different types of affordable hotel apartments in Dubai, providing options for all budgets and preferences.

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Character Intro: Pistis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Reliable Miss by the people of Olympius

Age- 31 (immortal)

Location- Thessaloniki, Olympius

Personality- She's respectful of herself & others (especially those she dislikes) and she takes her values very seriously. She's honest, consistent, & resourceful. She's single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith, her other powers/abilities include invisibilty, having an innate sense to when people are lying, and being able to manipulate the feelings of trust and loyalty in a person or group of people temporarily.

Pistis lives in the state of Thessaloniki in a newly refurbished Classical home built out of marble with ivory inlay. The interior design is the perfect mixture of minimalist and contemporary with neutral tones for colors. Most of the flooring (except the kitchen & bathrooms) are covered in beige carpeting (made from chenille fabric). She has one pet- a she-dragon named Òrinda whose breathtaking pale silvery violet scales is often complimented on. Pistis also owns a vehicle, a sleek silver car. Because she lives so far away from her job, Òrinda is usually her mode of transportation.

Some of her favorite drinks include coconut water, aloe vera juice, ginger ale, non alcoholic piña colada smoothies, white wine, horchata, classic martinis, & her all time favorite- the vanilla martini. Her usuals at The Roasted Bean is a cafe au lait or a large pineapple-lychee splash.

For work Pistis is an advisor and assistant to the goddess Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment); who's also a judge on the Grand Olympian Court. The general responsibilties is that she handles the daily hectic schedule of the goddess. She has a front row seat to how the court actually works & how the justices handles the cases they recieve. Pistis also has access to criminal records. Because she works in New Olympus, she'll often stay at The Grand Eaglepoint Hotel.

Her absolute favorite dessert are the vanilla-white chocolate macarons from Hollyhock's Bakery. She also likes vanilla bean pots de creme, madeleines, sugar cookies, ladyfingers (which she likes to eat with vanilla ice cream), and a dessert sandwich she likes making with two slices of french toast, marshamallow creme, caramel sauce, and then is dusted with powdered sugar.

She likes to keep her nails short, neat, & french manicured.

There's this vanilla scented perfume from Olmorfia that she loves wearing.

Pistis is the younger sister to Aletheia (goddess of truth), who's also a justice of the Grand Olympian Court. They're not speaking to each other presently. Their relationship became strained after Aletheia chose her best friend Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint) over Pistis to be her maid of honor. Pistis ended up not attending the wedding and she has still not gotten over the slight. Her relationship with her brother-in-law Nomos (god of laws) is okay, but she finds it annoying when he meddles into her relationship with her sister.

In the pantheon her best friend is Eusebeia (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect). She's a loyal friend through and through. They text and call each other daily & hang out whenver they can. Pistis also helped paint Bea's place!

Aside from Praxidike, she's also good friends with her younger sister Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline), Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill), Promylaia, Favian (god of philosophy), Dimósia (goddess of debate), The Litae, Sophia (goddess of thought), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), and Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection).

Pistis is also a member of the esteemed book club of Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language).

She dislikes Dolos (god of deception & treachery) as well Apate (goddess of fraud & deception), Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), and Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety).

For other means of income Pistis is a contributing writer for The Oracle newspaper and O Dianooumenos. She also endorses/models for Glory's Crown (loves the black vanilla products), Olive Visibly, Momentum, Olmorfia, & Euryphaessa.

She likes the grilled chicken sandwich with a mediterranean salad (with extra cilantro lime dressing) from The Bread Box.

Pistis isn't actively seeking out a relationship. She's not opposed to being in one, but feels that the pool for eligible suitors for a goddess is about as deep as a puddle.

Her favorite flowers are white freesias!

She was gifted with a simple Diamond Ave. crystal embellished clutch from Praxidike. As a birthday gift, Bea gave her a white gold key charm necklace.

In her free time she loves riding on dragonback! She also enjoys reading, yoga, cooking, swimming, baking, doing needle work, pottery, going to the opera & museum, and tennis.

Some of her favorite meals that she cooks include tostones with salsa verde, caldo santo, arroz junto (extra spicy!), and ladenia.

"A broken trust is never wholly repaired."

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Luxury Rooms with Indian Regional Themes in Varanasi

Varanasi, one of the oldest and most culturally rich cities in India, is a destination that attracts travelers seeking a blend of tradition, spirituality, and history. Amidst the ghats and temples, there lies an oasis of luxury and comfort – the Palace on Ganges. This heritage hotel offers an unparalleled experience, combining the charm of Indian regional themes with modern luxury, making it an ideal stay for travelers who want to immerse themselves in the culture while enjoying state-of-the-art amenities.

Palace on Ganges goes beyond a mere accommodation offering by providing rooms that celebrate the diverse regional cultures of India. Each room is uniquely designed to reflect the beauty and vibrancy of various regions of India, giving guests a sense of place and a taste of India’s rich cultural tapestry.

A Glimpse into the Heritage of Palace on Ganges

The Palace on Ganges is located on the banks of the Ganges River, providing guests with scenic views of the river and the magnificent ghats. The property has been designed keeping in mind the ancient architecture of Varanasi, yet it harmoniously blends this with modern amenities. The hotel’s interiors feature intricate Indian artwork, including carvings, sculptures, and paintings that showcase the country's craftsmanship.

The luxury rooms at Palace on Ganges are not only designed to provide the utmost comfort but are also thematic, based on the rich cultural heritage of different Indian states and regions. These rooms transport guests to various parts of India, offering a unique stay experience that connects them with the regional beauty and charm of India.

The Concept of Regional Themes in Luxury Rooms

In a city as diverse and steeped in history as Varanasi, the concept of blending luxury with regional themes adds an exclusive touch to the overall stay. The rooms at Palace on Ganges reflect different regions of India, from the vibrant colors of Rajasthan to the serene landscapes of Kerala. Each room tells a story, creating an atmosphere where luxury and culture coexist seamlessly.

1. Rajasthani Room: A Royal Retreat

The Rajasthani Room is an epitome of royal luxury. Inspired by the palaces and havelis of Rajasthan, this room is designed with opulent furnishings, traditional Rajasthani textiles, and rich colors like deep reds, gold, and royal blues. Intricate woodwork and beautiful tapestries adorn the walls, bringing the grandeur of the desert state into the heart of Varanasi. Guests can enjoy a regal experience with rich silk cushions, antique furniture, and handcrafted decor pieces.

Rajasthan’s unique charm is also reflected in the room’s architecture, with arched windows and balconies that overlook scenic views of the Ganges River. The room is complemented by a luxurious en-suite bathroom with modern fixtures to ensure comfort.

2. Mughal Room: A Taste of Grandeur

The Mughal Room takes inspiration from the imperial Mughal dynasty, known for its grand architecture and rich cultural heritage. This room is characterized by a harmonious blend of Persian and Indian design influences. The room’s soft color palette includes ivory, cream, and gold, with touches of deep maroon and emerald. Intricate Mughal-style motifs and floral designs are featured on the furniture and walls, evoking a sense of nostalgia from the Mughal era.

Elegant chandeliers, marble flooring, and large windows that provide a breathtaking view of the river complete the luxurious setting. The Mughal Room offers guests a regal and sophisticated ambiance, ideal for those who seek historical opulence with modern comforts.

3. South Indian Room: Serene and Tranquil

For guests looking for a peaceful and serene retreat, the South Indian Room offers a unique experience. Inspired by the traditional architecture of Kerala and Tamil Nadu, this room features soft, earthy tones like green, beige, and brown, mimicking the natural beauty of South India’s lush landscapes. The room is decorated with Kerala-style wooden furniture, traditional Kanjivaram silk curtains, and brass lamps that evoke the region’s calm, spiritual ambiance.

The South Indian Room is perfect for those seeking tranquility, with its clean lines and minimalistic décor. Guests can unwind in the peaceful setting, surrounded by a blend of tradition and luxury. The large windows allow natural light to flood the room, offering a picturesque view of the Ganges River and the ghats.

4. Goan Room: A Coastal Escape

The Goan Room brings the vibrant spirit of Goa to Varanasi with its coastal themes and laid-back atmosphere. Featuring a color palette of soft blues, whites, and sandy neutrals, the room evokes the beauty of Goa’s beaches and vibrant coastal life. Traditional Goan furniture, including teak wood chairs and side tables, complement the room’s relaxed, beach-inspired decor.

The Goan Room also features tropical motifs, seashell accents, and large windows offering expansive views of the river. It’s the perfect space for those who wish to escape into a coastal haven while still being in the spiritual heart of India.

5. Bengali Room: Artistic Elegance

Inspired by the artistic and cultural richness of Bengal, the Bengali Room features hand-painted wall murals that showcase scenes from Bengali folklore and mythology. The room’s furnishings include intricately designed wooden furniture, vintage-style lamps, and beautiful textiles from Bengal, such as Muslin and Jamdani. The deep reds and golds, combined with earthy greens and browns, create a rich yet soothing environment.

Guests in the Bengali Room are treated to an artistic experience, reflecting Bengal’s literary, artistic, and cultural history. Whether enjoying the room’s elegant decor or lounging in comfort, guests can feel the essence of Bengali heritage with every element of the space.

Modern Amenities in a Heritage Setting

While the rooms at Palace on Ganges are deeply rooted in Indian regional themes, they also offer all the modern amenities one would expect from a luxury hotel. Each room is equipped with air conditioning, high-speed internet, flat-screen TVs, minibars, and luxurious bedding. The bathrooms are fitted with contemporary fixtures, including rain showers and bathtubs, ensuring that guests enjoy ultimate comfort during their stay.

Additionally, the hotel offers a range of services, including private dining, Ayurvedic spa treatments, yoga sessions, and guided tours to the iconic ghats and temples of Varanasi. The staff is dedicated to providing a personalized experience, ensuring that every guest feels like royalty.

Conclusion

Staying at Palace on Ganges provides more than just luxury accommodations – it’s an opportunity to experience the diverse regional cultures of India through beautifully crafted rooms that transport guests to different parts of the country. From the royal opulence of Rajasthan to the serene tranquility of Kerala, the regional themes in the hotel’s rooms allow guests to immerse themselves in India’s rich cultural tapestry while enjoying modern comforts and amenities.

If you're looking for a truly unique and luxurious experience in Varanasi, the Palace on Ganges offers an unforgettable stay. Whether you are a history lover, culture enthusiast, or someone simply seeking relaxation, this hotel provides an exceptional blend of tradition and luxury that promises to make your time in Varanasi a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Visit: https://www.palaceonganges.com/

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Mutiara Hotel, Pasarkaliki Bandung

Neo Dipatiukur Bamdung, D**o Bandung

Mason Pine Hotel, Padalarang Bandung

Grand viveana, Cicendo Bandung

Moscato Hotel & Cafe, Lembang Bandung

Travelday Bandung,Setiabudi Bandung

Ardan Hotel, Sukajadi Bandung

Grand pasific Hotel,Pasarkaliki Bandung

Verona Palace Boutique Hotel Bandung,Pasteur Bandung

Simply Velore Hotel,Cimahi Bandung

Grand Paradise Hotel,Lembang bandung

Sukajadi Hotel,Sukajadi Bandung

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Sany Rosa Hotel,Setiabudi Bandung

Grand Arjuna hotel,Ciumbuleuit Bandung

Novotel Bandung,Cihampelas Bandung

Sapulidi Resort, Parongpong Bandung

Ideas Hotel Bandung,Batununggal Bandung

Sutan Raja Hotel & Convention Center, Cingcin Bandung

Hotel Dafam Rio, Sumurbandung Bandung

Grand Hotel Lembang, Lembang Hotel

Asmila Boutique Hotel,Setiabudi Bandung

Hotel Vio Cimanuk,Jalan Riau Bandung

Puteri Gunung Hotel, Lembang Bandung

Geulis Boutique Hotel & Cafe,D**o Bandung

The benua hotel Bandung, Lengkong Bandung

De batara Hotel,Cihampelas Bandung

PRIME PARK Hotel Bandung,Cibeunying Bandung

Anggrek shopping hotel,Jalan Riau Bandung

Tama Boutique Hotel, Pasirkaliki Bandung

Tea Garden Resort, Ciater Bamdung

Sensa Hotel, Cihampelas Bandung

The silk Art & Design Hotel, D**o Bandung

The majesty Hotel, Pasteur Bandung

Vila Air natural Resort, Parongpong Bandung

Nalendra Hotel, Cihampelas Bandung

D batoe Boutique Hotel ,Pasarkaliki Bandung

Sanbe Hotel, D**o Bandung

Lembang Asri Resort, Lembang Bandung

Galeri Ciumbuleuit Hotel, Ciumbuleuit Bandung

Sandalwood Boitique Hotel, Lembang Bandung

D sovia Hotel, Andir Bandung

Ruby hotel Sharia, Pasarkaliki Bandung

Scarlet D**o Bandung, D**o Bandung

Lembah sarimas Resort Hotel Ciater, Ciater Bandung

BTC Hotel, Pasteur Bandung

Villa Tel Salse, D**o atas Bandung

Bilique Hotel, Setiabudi Bandung

Patra Comfort Bandung ISO Patra Jasa Bandung Hotel, D**o Bandung

Puri setiabudhi Residence Hotel, Setiabudi Bandung

Lotus art & Garden Hotel, Mekarselayu Bandung

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Cwone Plaza Bandung, Braga Bandung

Ahadiat Hotel and Bungalow, Sukajadi Bandung

Lingga Hotel Bandung, Batununggal Bandung

The Radiant Villa’s & Function Hall, Lembang Bandung

Graha Ciumbuleuit Guest Hotel, Ciumbuleuit Bandung

The Palais D**o Hotel ,D**o Bandung

Marbella Twin Waterfall Resort Ciater, Ciater Bandung

Liz Palace Inn, Jalan Riau Bandung

Excellent Seven Boutique Hotel ,Pasarkaliki Bandung

Hotel Cemerlang, Pasirkaliki Bandung

Hotel Banquet Panorama Lembang, Lembang Bandung

Ciater spa Resort, Ciater Bandung

Grand Setiabudi Hotel, Setiabudi

Hotel Bumi Asih Jaya Bandung, Batununggal Bandung

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Keuntungan Menggunakan Jasa Pijat Panggilan Bandung

Seperti yang Anda ketahui sebelumnya bahwa Bandung adalah kota besar dengan jumlah penduduk yang padat di Indonesia. Disini Anda bisa dengan mudah menemukan banyak layanan pijat panggilan.

Namun, kenapa harus menggunakan layanan pijat panggilan? Faktanya ada sejumlah keuntungan yang bisa Anda rasakan, diantaranya adalah:

Bisa Pijat Dimana Saja

Layanan pijat panggilan sangat memudahkan pelanggan yang ingin dipijat dimana pun. Anda bisa dengan bebas memilih lokasi seperti rumah, kost, hotel, atau di kantor sekalipun. Selagi Anda nyaman, terapis siap datang ke tempat.

Biasanya terapis akan bertanya tentang alamat dan kapan Anda ingin melakukan pijat saat reservasi. Setelah jadwal dibuat, selanjutnya mereka siap mengunjungi Anda nantinya.

Jangan khawatir masalah transport, karena biasanya ada pilihan promo tertentu yang diberikan kepada pelanggan sehingga tidak ada biaya ongkos sama sekali.

Tidak Perlu Mengantri

Kini tidak perlu repot mengantri lagi jika ingin merelaksasi tubuh dengan pijatan. Cukup panggil jasa pijat panggilan Bandung dan tunggu terapis datang ke rumah tanpa harus berdesak-desakan mengantri.

Bahkan Anda pun tidak perlu datang ke lokasi terapis. Biasanya semua informasi seperti nomor WhatsApp, alamat email, dan lokasi bisnis akan tercantum di situs web resmi terapis pijat tersebut.

Layanan 24 Jam

Berbeda dengan layanan pijat umumnya, pijat panggilan selalu menawarkan layanan on-call yang tersedia 24 jam tanpa henti. Hal ini memberikan kebebasan agar Anda dapat melakukan reservasi kapanpun yang Anda mau meski dini hari sekalipun.

Waktu layanan yang nonstop merupakan keuntungan yang akan memanjakan Anda. Bagaimana tidak, Anda tetap bisa dipijat meski jadwal sibuk di tempat kerja.

Namun pastikan Anda mengatur janji temu dengan terapis dari jauh-jauh hari agar terapi dilakukan sesuai rencana. Pilihlah jenis layanan yang diinginkan dan tetapkan waktu sesuai dengan jadwal bebas Anda.

Lebih Hemat

Karena Anda tidak perlu datang ke lokasi pijat, maka biaya pun menjadi lebih hemat dari segi harga dan waktu. Pasalnya Anda tidak perlu mengeluarkan ongkos atau waktu tambahan lainnya. Anda cukup duduk manis di rumah dan tunggu sampai terapis tiba.

Jasa pijat panggilan Bandung juga akan memberikan promo menarik seperti potongan harga atau gratis ongkos transportasi. Sehingga biayanya cenderung lebih murah karena Anda tidak perlu membayar biaya perjalanan, tidak peduli seberapa jauh rumah Anda.

Terapis Terjamin Profesional

Kemampuan terapis terjamin profesional dan ahli dibidangnya meskipun terapi pijat dilakukan di rumah Anda. Untuk memastikan kredibilitasnya, Anda bisa mencari review pelanggan dari website jasa pijat tersebut.

Pastikan Anda memilih terapis yang tidak perlu diragukan lagi akan keahlian dan teknik yang mereka gunakan. Semakin bagus teknik pijat yang dilakukan maka akan semakin maksimal juga manfaat yang bisa Anda rasakan.

Body Oil dari Bahan Alami

Jangan khawatir akan penggunaan body oil pijat, karena biasanya terapis akan menggunakan minyak urut dari bahan-bahan alami dan premium. Layanan pijat tersebut memanfaatkan minyak zaitun agar aman untuk segala jenis kulit.

Pasalnya minyak zaitun memang dipercaya membantu tubuh agar menerima nutrisi yang lebih optimal. Tentunya aroma zaitun yang khas akan membuat Anda merasa lebih tenang.

Namun jika Anda memiliki alergi terhadap bahan tertentu, cukup beri tahu terapis dan siapkan body oil sendiri yang terjamin aman untuk kulit Anda.

Jenis Pijat yang Dapat Anda Nikmati

Setelah melihat sejumlah informasi di atas, dapat disimpulkan bahwa layanan jasa pijat panggilan memang terbukti menguntungkan untuk Anda yang membutuhkannya. Jadi Anda tidak perlu khawatir lagi dan segera hubungi layanan pijat panggilan Bandung pilihan sekarang.

Namun, tahukah Anda ternyata ada banyak jenis pijat yang dapat dinikmati dan pastinya sesuai dengan kebutuhan Anda. Oleh karena itu, sebaiknya ketahui terlebih dulu apa saja jenis-jenis massage berikut.

Pijat Jaringan Dalam

Pijat jaringan dalam atau deep tissue massage cocok untuk meredakan tubuh yang terasa kaku dan nyeri. Pasalnya teknik yang dilakukan fokus memberikan tekanan pada tendon, lapisan otot, serta jaringan lain di bawah permukaan kulit.

Menariknya lagi, pijat jaringan dalam bermanfaat untuk meringankan cedera otot seperti keseleo. Bahkan deep tissue massage efektif meningkatkan kelenturan tubuh sehingga recommended untuk para atlet.

Pijat Akupresur

Sesuai namanya, pijat akupresur atau acupressure massage dilakukan dengan memberikan tekanan di bagian tubuh tertentu yang disebut sebagai titik akupresur. Tekanan tersebut dipercaya mampu melancarkan aliran darah, mengatasi penyumbatan, dan mengembalikan keseimbangan energi.

Jangan khawatir karena jenis terapi ini tidak menggunakan tusukan benang. Faktanya pijat akupresur aman untuk meringankan efek samping kemoterapi.

Pijat Thai

Tidak seperti pijat pada umumnya, thai massage dilakukan di atas matras sehingga mengharuskan Anda ikut turut bergerak aktif dengan menggunakan teknik peregangan dan gerakan lain yang menyerupai yoga.

Perpaduan antara pijat dan yoga, nantinya Anda mungkin diminta untuk membungkuk, duduk, dan melakukan posisi peregangan lainnya selama pemijatan. Teknik ini bisa mengurangi stres yang Anda rasakan.

Pijat Refleksi

Pijat refleksi menjadi salah satu jenis pijat yang paling laris di pijat panggilan Bandung. Bagaimana tidak, metode pijat refleksi berfokus pada titik tangan dan kaki yang memiliki jutaan saraf dalam tubuh.

Dengan memijat area tangan dan kaki tersebut, dipercaya dapat mengatasi masalah kesehatan yang sedang dialami. Namun cenderung menimbulkan rasa geli untuk beberapa orang yang sensitif.

Pijat Batu Panas

Jika Anda bingung harus memilih jenis pijat yang mana, cobalah rasakan pijatan dari hot stone massage. Teknik pijat batu panas berguna untuk melancarkan aliran darah sekaligus meredakan ketegangan otot.

Awalnya terapis akan memijat sambil menggenggam batu panas agar suhu tersebut mengalir ke seluruh tubuh Anda. Manfaatnya lainnya adalah untuk memperbaiki kualitas tidur serta membantu meredakan gejala autoimun.

Pijat Aromaterapi

Siapa yang tidak kenal dengan pijat aromaterapi. Pijat ini sebenarnya mirip dengan pijat biasa tapi mengandalkan aromaterapi. Titik pijatan fokus di area bahu, punggung, dan kepala.

Umumnya pijat aromaterapi dilakukan selama 60 sampai 90 menit. Menariknya Anda bisa memilih aroma esensial agar lebih tenang dan rileks selama dipijat.

Pijat Swedia

Pijat swedia atau yang biasa dikenal sebagai swedish massage menggunakan lima teknik dasar seperti menggosok, menggetarkan, memijat, menggerus, dan memukul.

Tujuan dari pijat ini adalah untuk mengendurkan otot, meningkatkan aliran darah, merangsang peningkatan hormon endorfin, memperbaiki pembuluh vena pada jantung, bahkan membuang asam laktat.

Pijat Shiatsu

Pijat panggilan Bandung juga biasa menyediakan layanan pijatshiatsu massage. Jenis pijat satu ini memanfaatkan siku, jari jemari, dan telapak tangan untuk memijat.

Cara tersebut dilakukan untuk menstimulasi titik-titik akupresur agar membuat tubuh menjadi lebih rileks karena energi tersalurkan dengan baik. Manfaat lain dari shiatsu massage adalah untuk mengurangi stres, mengatasi insomnia, melancarkan sistem pencernaan, meredakan sakit kepala, dan mengobati kelelahan.

Pijat Prenatal

Prenatal massage dilakukan khusus bagi wanita hamil. Namun sebelum melakukannya, Anda harus memastikan bahwa terapis yang Anda pilih sudah memiliki sertifikasi keahlian dan Anda pun harus mendapatkan surat izin dari dokter kandungan sebelum melakukan terapi ini.

Pijat prenatal menjadi alternatif cara meredakan ketegangan otot, membantu menjaga perubahan hormon, mengurangi stres saat hamil, dan meningkatkan kualitas tidur.

Pijat Olahraga

Pernahkah Anda mendengar tentang sport massage atau pijat olahraga? Terapi ini khusus mengatasi cedera otot pada atlet selama mereka menjalani latihan. Namun ada banyak jasa pijat panggil ke rumah yang menawarkan layanan ini.

Sport massage dapat merangsang otot yang tidak aktif, meregangkan otot yang tegang, memperbaiki kondisi jaringan lunak, meningkatkan daya tahan tubuh, dan mempercepat pemulihan cedera.

Nah itulah informasi lengkap yang wajib Anda ketahui sebelum melakukan pijat. Dari sekian banyaknya informasi yang diberikan, yang paling penting untuk diperhatikan adalah kondisi tubuh Anda sebelum menjalani terapi.

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Manfaat Pijat Refleksi Untuk Kesehatan Yang Wajib DiketahuiPijat refleksi merupakan seni pijat yang terfokus pada beberapa titik syaraf tubuh. Bagian tubuh yang sering dijadikan titik pijat refleksi seperti kaki, tangan, dan telinga. Selain memijat menggunakan tangan, biasanya terapis pijat refleksi juga menggunakan kayu, atau benda lain sebagai alat bantu memijat.

Pijat refleksi sendiri dipercaya bisa membantu menjaga kesehatan tubuh, dan mengobati beberapa penyakit seperti maag, hipertensi, kencing batu, dan beberapa penyakit lainya. Hal ini dikarenakan, titik yang mendapat pijatan terhubung dengan berbagai organ dalam tubuh manusia.

1. Mengurangi Depresi

Manfaat pertama dari pijat refleksi adalah mengurangi stress/depresi. Pijatan pada titik pijat dapat memicu otak menghasilkan neorotransmiter serotonin. Seperti yang kita ketahui, serotonin sendiri merupakan hormon yang mengatur perasaan seseorang. Salah satunya adalah menambah rasa bahagia dan mengurangi cemas. Hasil sebuah penelitian dengan subjek perempuan menopause, menunjukan bahwa pijat refleksi bisa membantu memperbaiki kondisi psikologis seseorang.

2. Melancarkan Peredaran Darah

Selain mengurangi depresi atau stres, manfaat lain dari pijat refleksi adalah melancarkan peredaran darah pada tubuh manusia. Hal ini dikarenakan, terdapat satu titik di telapak kaki yang berhubungan langsung dengan dengan pembuluh darah dan jantung. Seperti yang kita ketahui, darah berfungsi membawa oksigen ke seluruh organ tubuh. Karena itu, menjaga peredaran darah agar tetap lancar merupakan suatu kewajiban.

Selain melancarkan peredaran darah, pijat refleksi juga bisa membantu menjaga kesehatan jantung.

3. Mencegah Kanker

Manfaat pijat refleksi selanjutnya adalah meminimalisir resiko terjadinya penyakit kanker. Dilansir dari beberapa sumber, pijat refleksi dipercaya bisa membantu tubuh memproduksi antioksidan yang bisa melawan sel kanker.

Bagi penderita kanker yang sedang menjalani kemoterapi, pijat refleksi bisa membantu agar tidur lebih nyenyak, dan meningkatkan nafsu makan.

Pijat refleksi juga bisa membuat suasana hati penderita lebih terjaga.

4. Mengurangi Gangguan Tidur

Salah satu gangguan tidur yang sering terjadi adalah insomnia. Gangguan ini menyebabkan seseorang sulit tidur, atau tidur tidak nyenyak. Jika anda sedang dalam kondisi tersebut, cobalah untuk melakukan pijat refleksi.

Pijatan pada titik tertentu dapat membuat seseorang lebih tenang dan rileks. Hal ini bisa membuat kualitas tidur anda menjadi lebih baik.

5. Mengurangi Sakit Kepala

Pijat refleksi juga sangat bermanfaat dalam mengurangi sakit kepala. Sebuah penelitian menunjukan bahwa pasien mengalami penurunan gejala sakit kepala, setelah mendapat pijat refleksi.

Manfaat dari pijat refleksi bisa menjadi alternatif untuk mengurangi penggunaan obat sakit kepala (paracetamol).

6. Mencegah Anemia

Anemia adalah kondisi dimana tubuh kekurangan sel darah merah yang mengandung hemoglobin. Biasanya penderita anemia akan mudah lelah dan letih saat beraktivitas.

Seperti yang kita ketahui, pijat refleksi bisa membantu melancarkan peredaran darah. Hal ini bisa membuat peredaran darah lebih lancar, dan mengoptimalkan suplai darah ke seluruh tubuh.

7. Meningkatkan Energi Dalam Tubuh

Manfaat terakhir dari pijat refleksi adalah meningkatkan energi dalam tubuh. Pijatan pada titik tertentu bisa membantu meningkatkan metabolisme dalam tubuh manusia. Dengan metabolisme yang lancar, tubuh bisa menghasilkan energi untuk beraktivitas.

Pijat refleksi juga bisa membantu tubuh agar lebih rileks, dan menjaga kondisi tubuh agar tetap segar. Manfaat lainya, pijat refleksi bisa membantu mengeluarkan racun dalam tubuh (detox).

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