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thetidesthatturn · 1 year ago

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Must I Go Bound?

Danny Wagner x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, overstimulation, profanity, bondage, aggressive foreplay

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @ignite-my-fire , @peaceloveunitygvf , @mama-likes72

A/N: A short one this time as I need to make my long awaited return to AUE, but still v juicy! As always, hope you enjoy. 🫶🏻

Chapter 2

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

Your stomach somersaults in fear, your mind racing at a million miles an hour to find the words to string together, but you just come up with nothing. You’re just standing there, mouth gaping like a fucking goldfish, staring at Jake whilst he waits for you to speak.

“Uh, hello?”

“Oh god. Oh god.” You massage your temples frantically.

Jake moves to you and you recoil like he has some kind of contagious disease, sinking away until the backs of your knees hit the bath tub. You stumble and steady yourself, bracing onto the side of the tub with such force you’re sure you could crumble the porcelain.

“Are you ok?” Jake asks, clearly concerned by your behaviour.

You exhale heavily, wringing your hands together before you finally pluck up the courage to speak.

“I’m uh, kinda seeing Danny. I have been for a few weeks now…” you trail off.

Jake’s face twists into a devilish smirk, which confuses you. He turns to the door and flips the lock, so you rush over to him.

“No, Jake. Let me out.”

His hands find your waist, pushing you back against the vanity. He’s so close to you that you can smell his cologne, the most captivating scent that is totally him personified in a bottle. Spicy and woody, just as mysterious and alluring as the man who wears it. He pushes your hair behind your ear, leaning in closer.

“So you’re telling me, the night I had you gushing all over my kitchen island, you were also fucking one of my best friends? Tsk tsk.”

“I had no idea you knew each other!”

“Know each eachother? He’s practically my brother.” Jake laughs. “We’re in the same band, have been since we were kids.”

“You’re in Danny’s band?”

“Sweetheart, Danny is in my band.”

His lips ghost over the column of your neck, his breath is soft and light as it tickles against your skin. You swallow harshly, knowing that you need to put a stop to this.

“Jake-”

He places his index finger over your lips, then before you can register what’s happening he’s wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs and lifting you up onto the vanity. His lips hastily find yours as his hands grip onto your thighs. You can’t help but kiss him back, you seem to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the temptation of his beautiful, yet dangerous charm.

“The way I see it, nothing is official between you two. So it’s fair game, hmm?” He growls between kisses.

You nod your head no, but continue to let him kiss you.

“Nobody needs to know. You can’t tell me you want to pass up the opportunity to keep fucking me.”

You moan into his mouth, knowing full well you absolutely did not want to give up sex with Jake. But you couldn’t have both. Could you?

“Tell me to stop.” He whispers, his hands toying with the button of your jeans.

You don’t, though you should. Instead you just let him unzip your jeans and slide them down to your knees. He brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. You part them and swirl your tongue around the digits, then watch as he pulls your panties to the side and begins to circle them over your clit. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, biting into his flesh to suppress the whimpers that fall from your mouth. He plunges his fingers inside of you, grazing your sweet spot. He uses his thumb to continue working you up to your peak, which finds you incredibly quickly.

“There she is. Are you going to cum pretty for me right here in his bathroom?”

Your eyes roll back into your head as you tighten around him, uttering obscenities into the crook of his neck. You’re brought swiftly back to reality when you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/N, are you in there?”

Shit

You jump down from the vanity, pulling your jeans back up and fastening them. Jake stands to the side of the door as you open it, effectively hiding him from Danny’s line of sight.

“Hey, yeah sorry. I’m not feeling so good. I’m actually about to head off.” You mutter, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

“Em said, I was just checking you’re ok? Is there anything you need.”

He’s so sweet and doesn’t deserve this, you piece of shit.

“That’s sweet of you, Danny. Thank you, I just need to go home and lay down.”

“Ok, well text me if you need anything.” He smiles, rubbing your shoulder.

As you sit in the back of the Uber, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

22:05pm

Jake: Our little secret.

You sigh and swipe the message away. The Instagram logo catches your eye in your sea of apps, so you press it to open the long neglected social media site. Your fingers move across the keyboard as you type in the only name you know in full.

Daniel Wagner

His account is the first at the top of the list presented to you. In his bio, proudly featured, is the name of his band. Jake’s band.

‘Drums for @/gretavanfleet’

Sure enough, there are photos of both Jake and Danny plastered across the grid, along with Josh and another man who you assume is also a brother due to the resemblance he bears. The Kiszka brothers, as you’ve now come to know, thanks to their Instagram handles.

“Babe, you’ve gone awfully quiet. What happened? You just disappeared.” Em pipes up from the seat next to you.

“Jake happened.” You sighed.

“Oh, shit. So he saw you?”

“Yep, followed me up to the bathroom. Then we were almost caught by Danny.”

“Caught? Oh, Y/N. What did you do?” She furrows her brow.

“He’s just… I don’t know. I can’t seem to resist him.” You huff.

“Are you going to tell Danny?”

“Fuck no! I mean, we’re just dating. I have no obligation to him.” You’re more trying to convince yourself than Em at this point.

“I support you with whatever you’re doing, you know that right? I just hope you know this could get messy.”

You don’t respond, opting to rest your head on the door to stare out of the window for the rest of the journey home.

Over the next few days you distance yourself from both boys, needing to calm the storm that raged within your mind. On the one hand, you wanted to tell Jake that you weren’t interested and that you wanted to give your relationship with Danny a chance to blossom. On the other, you just couldn’t keep him out of your thoughts. With Danny, it was more than just sex, you had compatibility. Even though the sex was phenomenal, there was a deeper connection there that you wanted to explore. But with Jake, it was an almost primal attraction, he scratched an itch that you didn’t know you needed to satiate. You could willingly spend days with your legs wrapped around his head, surviving off pure lust and adrenaline.

You immerse yourself into your job, using the time to focus for some well needed reprieve from the endless thoughts that plagued your weary brain. You work as a Booking and Events Manager for a local record label, it fitting in nicely with your passion for music. You were really surprised you’d never heard of Greta Van Fleet before, considering you lived in Nashville and worked in the industry. Maybe you’d heard their songs before, possibly even had friends who were fans, but for some unknown reason you’d never become familiar with them or their music. The strangest thing was, going off what people were saying online, you were a big fan of their influences. You’d always been into rock music, your Dad playing a pivotal role in that ever since you were little. Growing up you were exposed to all eras of music and one of your favourite past times was going on a road trip with your Dad, the windows rolled down, screaming along to various cassettes in his old, beaten up Dodge Viper.

You’re thrown from your reminiscent thoughts when your phone chimes. You look down at the screen to find one of the names you’d been avoiding.

13:01pm

Danny: Hey, just thought I’d check in and see how you’re doing. Haven’t heard from you in a few days.

You let out a puff of air, rubbing your eyes with your fingertips.

13:03pm

You: Hey, yeah sorry. Just been super busy with work.

13:04pm

Danny: If you want a break I’d really like to take you to dinner, if you’d like?

Oh Danny…

13:06pm

You: Yeah, sure. That sounds nice. Pick me up at 7? :)

13:07pm

Danny: I’ll be there.

You pushed the conversation to the back of your mind, vowing to worry about it after you’d finished for the day. Little did you know, this was just the very beginning of the twisted web you’d find yourself in.

As the early evening trudged on, you finally closed your laptop after an intense day of planning and scheduling. You make your way to the bathroom, pulling your hair from the bun piled high on the top of your head and letting your hair fall in a knotted mess onto your shoulders. You run your brush through the tangled strands, then flip the shower on to warm up. Once the steam started to rise, you hop in and begin to lather yourself up in your favourite body wash. The scent of creamy vanilla and honeyed almonds fills the space around you, the aroma so delicious that your mouth begins to water. You wash and condition your hair, exfoliate, then shave. Once you’re all finished, you shut the water off and step out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a plush towel. You sit in front of your vanity and begin to apply some light makeup, then dry your hair and give yourself a soft blow-out. You moisturise your body in the matching scented body lotion and walk over to your closet, opening it up and fingering through your clothing until you find something suitable for dinner. Deciding on a classic little black dress, your pair it with your suede knee high boots, and silver jewellery. Just as you pull on your crimson leather jacket, you hear a knock at the door.

You open it to Danny standing there, a bunch of tulips in hand. He’s wearing a loose fitted white cheesecloth shirt, the first few buttons undone and showing off the two pendants hanging from his neck. He’s paired the shirt with a pair of black slacks and white vans. His hair is tied back into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck, a few tendrils poking out here and there.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” He smiles, showcasing that pearly-white grin you’ve grown to adore.

“I could say the same to you.” You wink.

Danny extends his hand out to you, offering you the tulips.

“Thank you so much, they are beautiful. I’ll just go and pop them in some water quickly, I can arrange them when I’m home.”

Once you’ve tended to the flowers you walk out to meet Danny, locking the door behind you. A few minutes into the drive, song comes on that you know all too well. You can’t help yourself as you start to sing along, tapping your fingers against your thigh.

I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line

That keeps me searchin’ for a heart of gold

“You like Neil Young?”

“My Dad does, we used to sing that song a lot together when I was little.” You smile, the fondness of the memory warming your soul.

“Harvest is one of my favourite albums, your Dad has good taste.”

“I wouldn’t say that to him, his ego is already big enough as it is.” You chuckle, causing Danny to laugh along with you.

You pull up to the restaurant and Danny hops out, making his way over to the passenger door and opening it for you. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to the entrance together. Once seated, the conversation flows easily. You order your food and sit back, sipping on your glass of wine as you listen to Danny talk about the direction the band is going in and how excited he is for the upcoming album. You can’t help but let your mind wander to Jake as Danny talks passionately about the band’s work. You will yourself to remain present and enjoy your evening with Danny, but Jake remains comfortably seated in the back of your brain as the evening rolls on. When your plates are collected after you’ve finished your food, your phone buzzes in your bag. Danny excuses himself to the bathroom so you decide to take a quick peek.

8:40pm

Jake: Out on a date with Daniel, are we?

8:41pm

You: Jake, texting me whilst I’m out with Danny is super risky.

8:41pm

Jake: That’s what makes it all the more fun.

8:42pm

Jake: Come to mine when you’re done

8:42pm

You: You’ve got to be joking.

8:43pm

Jake: Serious as a heart attack, angel.

Just as you begin to type your reply, Danny returns back to the table.

“Up for dessert?” He smirks, the double entendre evident in both his body language and his tone of voice.

No, don’t do it

“I’m actually super full, and I need to be up early tomorrow.”

You fucking idiot

“No problem, rain check?”

“Oh, for sure.” You wink.

You knew what you were doing was totally immoral, letting Danny wine and dine you and then running off into the arms of another man. It made your stomach twist, but the underlying lust for Jake was too strong to pull back from. So as Danny dropped you off back at your place and gave you a tender kiss on your cheek, all you could think about was what Jake had planned for the evening.

You waited for a few minutes to ensure Danny was out of sight, then hopped into your own car and began the route to Jake’s.

Now that you were aware of Jake and Danny’s relationship, you found yourself parking around the corner from Jake’s house. It felt sneaky, but you knew that you’d be thanking yourself later if you ever wound up in a sticky situation. You made sure your car was safely hidden from sight, then made your way to the gate. You hadn’t even lifted your hand to press the buzzer when the gates began to open in front of you. The door was open when you got to it, but no Jake in sight. You waltz into the empty foyer, the sounds of your blood pumping filling your ears. Suddenly from behind, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you backwards. A hand trails up your sternum, dragging slowly between your breasts and up to your throat, gripping your jaw and forcing your head back.

“Parked around the corner, hm? You naughty girl.” He whispers into the shell of your ear, causing every hair on your body to stand to attention.

All the feelings of guilt you had washed away along with your dignity as Jake attaches his lips to your neck, his hands roaming your body as you squirm under his touch. You were so incredibly responsive to him, as if he were a puppet master pulling at your strings. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin on your neck, eliciting a whimper from deep within your chest.

“Such beautiful noises, I hope I get to hear more of those tonight.”

He spins you around in his arms and presses his lips to yours, letting his tongue slip inside. He continues to kiss you as he pushes you backwards towards the living room. The backs of your legs hit against the cool leather of his chesterfield couch as he guides you down onto your back.

“This is an awfully pretty dress, I’m sure Danny loved it.”

“Jake.” You groan as his hands push the fabric of your dress up around your hips, slipping his fingers into the waistband of your thong and discarding them on the floor.

“Bet he thought he would be the one to have his head between your legs this evening.”

Before you could respond to his remark, his lips make contact with your clit. You throw your head back against the arm of the couch as he begins his assault on your pussy, flicking his tongue against your sensitive spot and sucking it into his mouth. Your hand finds a home in his chestnut locks, grabbing a fist full as he plunges you deeper into complete ecstasy. Just as you begin to reach your peak and your thighs squeeze together against his head, he stops. You whine needily as he rises up from between your legs. He chuckles and delivers a smack to your inner thigh, then places his finger over your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

You look up at him looming over you with your eyebrow quirked. He cocks his head to the side, silently questioning why you haven’t done as he’s asked yet. You huff and throw your arms up like a petulant child. He stands and makes his way behind you, rustling around in his pocket before grabbing your wrists and placing a zip tie around them. You pull at your arms, realising quickly that you’ve also been tied to a piece of furniture, thus halting any movement.

“Hey!”

“To stop your wandering hands. If you quit being so fucking bratty, maybe I’ll be nice and untie you later.”

With that, he’s back between your legs in a flash, picking up exactly where he left off. This time though, you’re entirely immobilised from the waist up. He rustles around in his pockets again, and then you feel a buzzing sensation.

A fucking bullet.

He slides it inside you, continuing to devour you expertly with his mouth. The mix of stimulation from inside paired with his warm, wet tongue lapping over your clit sends you into a frenzy. Your back arches as you struggle against your confines, which only spurs Jake on. He hums against you, clearly enjoying himself just as much as you are. The lewd noises of him burying his face into you fill the room, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

“Jake, I’m gunna-”

The pleasure jolts through you before you even finish your sentence, your legs shuddering violently as your release washes over you. He works you through it, still flicking his tongue against you at a brutal pace, prolonging your high.

“Jake.” You squirm, overstimulation building within you.

“Give me another.” He speaks against you, the vibration of his lips almost unbearable.

He pulls the bullet from you and replaces it with his fingers, curling up into your sweet spot again and again. You writhe beneath him, pornographic sounds falling from your mouth with every movement.

“Jake, please.” You beg, holding on for dear life. He doesn’t stop, but the overstimulation morphs into intense pleasure as your body begins to tremble again.

“I’ll give you another, I will. But I want you inside of me.”

He lifts his head, a smirk plastered across his face. He stands and removes his clothing hastily, revealing his impossibly hard cock as it springs free from his boxers. He retrieves his pants and produces a switchblade from the pocket, then cuts you free from the zip ties and pulls you on top of him. You slide down onto him and you both moan in unison as he stretches you out. He drives up into you, quickly sending you back to the edge of another orgasm. His hands grip into your thighs so tightly that you can feel the sovereign ring on his finger imprinting into your flesh.

“You’re there, I can feel it. Let go, angel.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the white hot coil in your core threatens to snap imminently. Jake leans forward and presses sloppy kisses to your jugular whilst rubbing his thumb in steady circles over your clit. You feel your walls begin to flutter around him.

“Jake, oh fuck!”

“Just like that baby, I’m right there with you. Fuck, you’re soaking me.” He grits his teeth as he spills inside you, fucking his and your release back in over and over until he stills. He leans his head against yours as you both catch your breath, the chains around his neck smacking against you as his chest heaves. You bring his hand up to your face a place a kiss onto his ring.

“Have I ever told you I fucking love this?”

When morning comes, you’re nestled within Jake’s arms in his gigantic bed, that is much too big just for him. His face is mere centimetres away from yours and you can feel the puffs of air escaping from his nose as he exhales. Once the daze of sleep has dissipated, you become hyper-aware of how intimate the setting is, so you wriggle slightly to move yourself backwards. The movement wakes Jake, who stretches his limbs out. His eyes open, then he pulls you back into him and kisses you softly.

Fuck

“Going somewhere?” He smirks.

“I was just… trying to put some distance between us.”

“What if I don’t want you to put distance between us.” He chuckles, squeezing your waist.

“You know we’re just fucking, right? I told you, I like Danny.”

“So I can’t kiss you?” He retorts, kissing you again and running his hand through your hair.

You melt into his touch, unable to resist his advances. “Ugh, fuck. Yes, you can kiss me.”

The kiss deepens and Jake’s hands begin to grasp at your body, pulling you even closer. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He coos, kissing you again.

Just then, Jake’s phone pings from the nightstand. His eyes widen and he bolts up, reaching for it.

“What’s up?”

“That’s the gate… SHIT. It’s Danny!”

You freeze in horror, your worst nightmare unfolding before you.

“Stay here. Do not leave the bedroom. I’ll deal with it.” He zooms around his room, pulling on his clothing and then hastily makes his way downstairs.

You silently creep towards the door, listening through the crack.

“Hey man, I was just- woah. What happened here last night? Is that a… thong on the floor?”

Shit

“Oh, I um, picked a girl up from the bar.”

“Nice. I didn’t even know you were about last night, could have swinged by after I dropped Y/N off.”

Oh no, please don’t talk about me

“Ah yeah, sorry. How did it go?”

No no no

“Yeah it was really nice actually. I like her. She did get a bit weird at the end though, wanted to go home.”

“Oh man, I’m sure it was nothing.”

Yeah, good going Jake…

“Yeah, probably. Anyway I just dropped by to grab those strings you offered. Is that still cool?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sorry I completely forgot about that. Let me go get them.”

“If you’re busy, I can just get them. In your office right?”

You hear Danny approach the stairs and you stumble backwards, bumping into Jake’s dresser. Danny’s movements still.

“Is the girl still here?”

FUCK

“Ah… yeah. Best if I just get them.”

Jake walks up the stairs and you hear him enter his office, rifling around in a drawer and then plodding back down the stairs.

“Thanks again man, sorry for barging in when you have company.”

“All good, don’t mention it. I’ll catch you later?”

“Yeah man, speak later.”

With that, the door closes and Jake makes his way back up to his room.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you do that on purpose?” You lash out, seething beyond belief.

“No, fuck no! Of course I didn’t! I just forgot.”

“I hope that’s the case. This little thing between us is getting dangerous.” You sigh.

“Hey, I promise you. It wont happen again, I’ll be more careful.” He sits on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair from your face and behind your cheek.

“I’m gunna go, that was a bit too close for comfort. I’ll text you.”

“You sure? I can make you breakfast.”

You nod, slipping from beneath his sheets and pulling your dress over your head. Jake stands and wraps his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Stay, please.”

“Jake… I can’t.”

He releases you, his somber expression riddling you with guilt. He quickly gathers himself, shrugging it off as if he hadn’t just tried to make you stay.

“It’s cool, I’ve got stuff to do anyway.”

“Ok, well thanks for last night.”

He offers a small smile and then exits the room.

You make your way to his living room to retrieve your thong, then head out to your car. On the journey back, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander back to how natural it felt waking up next to him this morning. The more you tried to focus on anything other than Jake, the harder it got to push him from your mind. When you pulled up outside your own house, you’d come to the sickening realisation that you were beginning to develop feelings for him. Your head was swimming with both Jake and Danny and the intricately twisted web that was weaving slowly out of control. But the worst was yet to come, this was only the beginning of all the heartache and chaos that this arrangement would cause. Meeting these two men would surely be the undoing of you.

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adarkrainbow · 1 year ago

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Some scholarly notes about the Grimm fairytales (2)

A follow-up of this post.

The Frog King or Iron Henry (Der Froschkönig oder der eiserne Heinrich)

This story belongs to the AaTh 440, "The frog-king".

The story first appears in the 1810's manuscript, written by Wilhelm - it was probably told by Henriette Dorothea "Dortchen", Wilhelm's future wife. A second version, called "The frog prince", had been told to them by their friend Marie Hassenpflug and was published in the 1815 edition as the thirteenth tale, before being moved to the notes of the 1822 due to its too-great similarity with the KHM 1.

This fairytale was originally called "The king's daughter and the bewitched prince". The 1810 manuscript has, written by Jacob right next to the title, "The frog-king", while the paper on which he had placed all his notes about the fairytale bore the name "Iron Henry". The evolution of this fairytale is very interesting because it testifies the brothers' love and care for details, hich had the story double in sie throughout the editions. In the final text we have, for example, a long sentence describing how the princess sees the ball fall into a well so deep she can't see the end, and about her crying a lot and lamenting, etc, etc... In the 1810 manuscript it was just one short sentence "She stood near the well and she was sad."

The major editing of this tale was the removal of the erotic motif from the tale's ending. Originally, the frog asked the princess the authorizaton to sleep in her bed, and right after the frog became a human it was written "the princess joined the prince in bed". This, plus the addition by the Grimms of moral lessons delivered by the father (the king tells things such as "You must always keep your promise" and "You must not disdain the one who helps you"), completely changed the goal and purpose of the tale - it was originally about setting free an animal husband, but the Grimms turned it into a moral tale to learn a virtuous behavior.

The brothers Grimm considered this fairytale to be the oldest and most beautiful of their collection. Allusions to the frog-king tale can be found as early as the Middle-Ages and the 16th century. In the 1801 edtion of the 1548 Scottish book "Complaynt of Scotland", a note evokes how a tale is similar to "The Frog Prince" due to having a well, the presence of magic, and a frog complaining in rhymes. In this Scottish version, a girl is sent by her stepmother to fetch water at "the well of the world's end". There she meets the frog, who tells her it will offer her water only if she agrees to marry it - if not, the frog will rip the girl apart. The brothers Grimm themselves noted various literary sources for their tale, that they used in their compilation work. The name of Henry (Heinrich) comes from the novel "Der arme Heinrich" by Hartmann von Aue. They also listed the "Froschmeuseler", a didactic epic by Georg Rollenhagen depicting a war between frogs and mice: the association of sadness with "rings of iron" comes from this text, as well as the very name "frog-kng" which is found in the title of the second chapter "Tale of the encounter between Thief-of-Crumbs, son of the mice-king, with the frog-king".

The Wolf and the Seven young Goats (Der Wolf und die sieben jungen Geiblein)

It is the AaTh 123, "The wolf and the lambs".

Collected in the "region of Main" according to the Grimm, it is very likely that the brothers Grimm received this tale from someone of the Hassenpflug family, as they knew the French fables of La Fontaine which correspond to this fairytale. In the 5th edition of their book, the brothers Grimm modified their story due to the publication in 1842 of an Alsacian tale by Ströber, "Die sieben Gaislein", "The seven young goats" (collected in Volksbüchlein, "The Folks' Small Book) - Wilhelm Grimm borrowed several expressions from this text. The brothers Grimm listed this Alsacian tale in their notes.

In their notes the brothers Grimm listed a Pomeranian version about a child who, when his mother is out, is swallowed by a sort of bogeyman known as "The children's ghost". But since the ghost eats stone at the same time, he becomes slow and heavy - he falls and the child can escape his belly unharmed. The brothers Grimm also listed variations collected/written by Boner in his Edelstein, and by Buckhard Waldis - as well as the La Fontaine fables. They also knew of a French fairytale, from which they noted a passage where the wolf asks a miller to turn her paw white with flour, and since the miller refuses, the wolf threatens to eat him. The Grimms linked the episode of the wolf's belly filled with stones with the legend of a Nereid called Psamathe, who sent a wolf destroy the flocks of Peleas and Telamon, only for the wolf to be petrified.

This tale, like many others within the Grimm's collection (it is especially comparable "Cat and Mouse in Partnership) is aimed at educating young children, with the narrator highlighting how children should be wary and distrustful of the wickedness and cowardice of men. Unlike other versions and predecessors of the tale, the brothers Grimm insist on the mother's role as a teacher, and on the fact that she saves her kids.

Rapunzel

It is the AaTh 310, "The maiden in the tower".

The literary sources of this fairytale are well-known. It was preceeded by the French literary tale "Persinette", by mademoiselle de La Force, itself inspired by Basile's story "Parsley Flower". In their notes the brothers Grimm explained they took inspiration from the almost-literal German translation of mademoiselle de La Force's story by Friedrich Schulz. However, in quite a misunderstanding, the brothers admired this tale as being an obvious "folktale" coming from the "oral tradition" - when we know it was a literary fairytale, though based on a folkloric motif.

The text was heavily edited after the many criticism the first edition of the book underwent - the scene depicting the prince's relationship with Rapunzel was regularly changed. In 1837 it is written that the prince asked Rapunzel to marry him almost right away, and she agreed since he was young and pretty, and they "held hands". In 1819, it was written that they lived together in "joy and pleasure" for a certain time, and "loved each other like woman and wife", and the "fairy" only realizes something is up when Rapunzel blurts out it is easier to make the prince climb than her "godmother". In the 1812 edition, it is said that Rapunzel and prince lived together in "joy and pleasure", but no mention of any marital couple whatsoever - and Rapunzel betrays her condition to the "sorceress" because she complains about her clothes getting too tight.

The Grimm noted that many versions of the "girl in the tower" fairytale existed, but with a different opening relying on the "forbidden room" motif: the witch punished the girl by locking her up in a tower because she had opened a door the witch explicitely forbade her to. The Grimm also listed several stories (outside of Basile's version) where a mother (sometimes a father) bargains their future child to satisfy a temporary craving - such as the Nordic "Alfkongs-Saga", where Odin offers Signy's wish for the better bear in the world in exchange of what is "between her and the barrel", aka the child she bears. In a book of Büsching we find a girl named "Petersilie" (Parsley in German) which loves eating prasley more than anything in the world and brushes her long hair by a window. The idea of using hair as a rope or ladder, long before Basile used it, seems first recorded by from the "Book of the Kings" of the poet of Persia Firdoussi, in the 10th century: the hero, Zal, joins the beautiful Roudebeh by climbing up her braids.

The name the sorceress wears in the German tale, "Frau Gothel", had been explained by the Grimm in such a way: "The godfather is not only called Vater (father) but also Pathe (godfather/"parrain" in French), or Goth or Dod ; the baptized child is also called "Pathe" or "Gothel", hence the confusion of the two within the legend". So, the dominating hypothesis (which seems confirmed by the variations of the fairytale) is that "Gothel" means "godmother".

Hansel and Gretel (Hänsel und Gretel)

It is of course the AaTh 327 A, "Hänsel and Gretel" (a subtype of "The children and the ogre"). It also covers the AaTh 1121, "Burning the witch in her own oven".

In the 1810 manuscript this fairytale was called "Little brother and Little sister", a name that would later be reused by another famous Grimm fairytale (KHM 11). It seems that one of the reasons for the Grimm's big edits on this tale was the publication in 1842 of the Alsacian version of this story by August Stöber, "The little house of pancakes" (Das Eierkuchenhäuslein) - which itself was inspired by the Grimm's original publication of "Hansel and Gretel" (full loop here). Wilhelm Grimm notably borrowed several turn of phrases from Stöber.

The motif of the children abandoned in the woods can be found back in Basile's Nennillo and Nennella, though the extension to the encounter of a child-eating monster is rather present within Perrault's Petit Poucet and madame d'Aulnoy's Finette Cendron (both also contain the motif of the treasures inside the ogre's house). While we know the Grimms were aware of Perrault's story, we also know that madame d'Aulnoy's fairytales, including "Cunning Cinders" had been brought to Germany by ther adaptation for the German branch of the "Bibliothèque Bleue" - Blaue Bibliothek. Ludwig Bechstein's own version of "Hansel and Gretel" was very famous - and he actually wrote it inspired by the German translation of Stöber's own tale.

The motif of ashes, crumbs or seeds left behind to tell the way is recurring within the brothers Grimm fairytales: it also appears on the KHM 40 (The Robber Bridegroom) and 169 (The Hut in the Forest), as well as in their first "Legend for children". This motif can be found back in German literature to 1559's Gartengesellschaft (The company within the garden) by Martin Montanus, where it appears in the tale "The small earth-cow", Das Erdkühlein.

It is recognized that this fairytale is the second most popular and famous Grimm fairytale right after Snow-White. It was heavily illustrated - first by none other than Ludwig Emil Grimm himself (another brother of the Grimms). As we said before, Bechstein's own fairytale was a strong "rival" to the Grimm's, and was illustrated by Ludwig Richter in 1853. The motif of the "bird leading to the Ohterworld" is found back in the KHM 123 (The Old Woman in the Wood), and in both cases the fact the bird is white indicates that it is an Otherworldy animal.

The Brave Little Tailor (Das tapfere Schneiderlein)

This fairytale belongs to many different Aa-Th types: 1640 (The brave little tailor), 1051-1052 "Curb, cut and move a tree", 1060-1062 (Throwing-stone conquest), 1115 (Attempt to kill the hero in his bed).

The 1810 manuscript began with this tale as its opening, probably as an homage to Brentano, since Wilhelm Grimm found this tale within his library, in a book called "Wegkürtzer", by Martin Montanus.

Among the modifications of the 2nd edition, a very interesting one is the addition of a sentence closing the first paragraph "and his heart moved with joy like the tail of a small lamb". This sentence comes from a novel by Christian Weise calle "The three most mad madmen in the whole world/The three most foolish fools in the whole wide world" (1762). Wilhelm Grimm explained this, as well as several other similar "borrowings", in the preface of the sixth edition, as his desire to insert in his tales specific sentences and expressions he knew to be typically German.

The brothers Grimm notd that Montanus' Wegkürtzer was frequently alluded to within the Renaissance literature and the baroque one - for example, when Johann Fischart translated in German Rabelais' Gargantua he inserted the sentence "I will kill all these flies, nine at once, like this tailor once did." It was also evoked in the "Simplicissimus" of Grimmelshausen, but references to the Little Tailor story go back to the Middle-Ages. The episode of a giant crushing a stone until water comes out of it is found in "Brother Werner", from the Codex Manesse (which compiled German Minnesang, courtly poetry) ; and Heinrich von Freiberg's Tristan describes at one point the hero crushing a cheese until juice comes out of it. Montanus' text was also used by Ludwig Bechstein in his book of German fairytales. One can compare the story of the Grimms to Tabart's "Jack the giant-killer" and Afanassiev's "Foma Berennikov".

The measurements in this story make no sense at all. The tailor buys four half-ounces of marmelade. Given an ounce was roughly 32 gr, the tailor bought 60 gr roughly... Not a quarter of a pound, as he claims. The reason for this incoherence is because, before 1854, a "pound" varied depending on which area of Germany you were into (it was 467 gr in Berlin, 510 in Nuremberg). It was only in 1854 that the value of the pound was unified in Germany, at 500 gr. Finally we note the presence at the end of the tale of the common European belief n the "Wild Hunt".

Cinderella (Aschenputtel)

Of course, it is the Aa-Th 510A, "Cinderella".

As early as the first edition, this fairytale was a mix of several variations. In their notes, the brothers listed nine different versions of the tale. One of them is quite fascinating: the opening scene of the mother's death and her promises of help is missing, the story begins immediately on the heroine's misfortunes. The end of the version also greatly differs and enters the domain of the KHM 11 "Little-brother, Little-sister". Soon after his wedding with Cinderella, the prince forbids her to enter a specific room of the castle - but encouraged by her sister, she opens the room when the prince is absent. It contains a fountain of blood that Cinderella's sister uses for an evil use: after the queen gives birth to her first child, her sister throws her in the fountain and replaces her in the bed. But the guards of the castle hear the moans of Cinderella, rescue her and the wicked sister is punished. Another version, from Mecklembourg, has an ending which makes the tale close to the legend of saint Genevieve of Brabant: Cinderella's stepmother and stepsister steal away Cinderella's two first children and replace them with animals ; the third time she gives birth, they order the gardener to kill the queen and her child, but he rather hides them in a grotto in the woods, where the child is fed by a doe. One day the child, old enough, goes to the castle to speak to his father, revealing to him the fate of his mother.

Another version, this time from Paderborn, begins in a way very similar to "Snow-White": a queen wishes to have a child as red as a rose and as white as snow. She gets her wish, but then her servant pushes her outside of the window, to replace her as the king's wife. The usurper gives birth to two daughters, and from then on we return to the classical Cinderella tale - her dead mother helping her from beyond the grave by offering her a key, opening a hollow tree where Cnderella finds what she needs to wash herself and dress up pretty for the church (plus a prayer book). Büsching evoked the existence of another version in the Zittau area, where Cinderella is a miller's daughter that is forbidden to go to church, and where it is a dog that denounces the false fiancée. Outside of all these oral sources, the brothers Grimm took inspiration, of course, from Charles Perrault's Cinderella, as well as from the first German literary record of the Cinderella story, "Laskopal and Miliwka", published in an anonymous collection of legends in 1808 (Sagen der böhmischen Voreit aus einigen Gegenden alter Schlösser und Dörfer").

From the second edition onward, the brothers Grimm heavily edited the story. They removed all the words and passages that referenced too much Perrault's version, replacing them by elements taken specifically from the three versions they collected in Hesse (such as the demand for a branch of a nut-tree, and the motif of the tree growing on the grave). In the 1812 edition, it was Cinderella's own mother who advised her daughter to plant a tree on her grave, and who predicted that this tree will help her in the future. Throughout the rewrites, Wilhelm Grimm heavily insisted upon the heroine's virtues, accentuating them so that they would fit the feminine bourgeois ideal of the time.

The first European record of this tale is Basile's "The cat of the ashes", and other famous literary versions include Perrault's Cinderella, madame d'Aulnoy's Cunning Cinders, as well as Ludwig Bechstein's Aschenbrödel. These versions were massively spread throughout Europe, notably due to the "peddling literature", the cheap books sold by peddlers: they helped the "Cinderella" fairytale type becoming as popular as it is today, and it seems very likely they influenced all the versions of the tale that came after them.

In their notes, the brothers Grimm explicitely compared the motif of the shoe in Cinderella with the legend of Rhodopis, who had her shoe stolen by an eagle, and the pharaoh that found it had her owner searched throughout Egypt. However the motif of the animals helping a persecuted heroine (especially when it comes to splitting grains) is very common, and has been popularized by the Roman tale of "Cupid and Psyche".

This fairytale is closely tie to the KHM 130, "One-Eye, Two-Eyes and Three-Eyes", both sharing the idea of a young girl humiliated by her sisters, and who obtains a social ascension as a form of compensation. A. B. Rooth studied the evolution of the Cinderella fairytale-type, and its relation with other fairytale-types: they determined that it is very likely the "Cinderella" story was originally told as a sequel to the "One-Eye, Two-Eyes, Three-Eyes" story-type. Later, the second part of this story gained its own autonomy, and became the "Cinderella" we know today.

The sexual connotations within the motif of "trying on the shoe" has been repeatedly noted and analysed since the Grimms published their story. Jacob Grimm himself saw in this the remains of an archaic Germanic betrothing ritual. Heinz Rölleke highlighted another cultural ritual that involved the future husband of a bride removing her old shoes before marrying her. The idea of the slippers tied to a wedding is also found within the KHM 133 (The Shoes that were danced to Pieces).

The name of the heroine in Germa, "Aschenputtel" designates a type of kitchen girl who searches throughout the ashes, and thus "rolls" herself in them - but it also means figuratively an insignifiant and a dirty girl. It seems to derivate from the greek "achylia", cinders/ashes, and "puttos", female genital organs. A combination echoed by the French name "Culcendron", "Ashen-butt". By extension, the name "Aschenputtel" can also designate the younger brother when he is disdained by his brothers and considered to be an idiot by his family: there is a lot of male Cinderellas in folktales, especially in Northern and Central Europe, but also in all German-speaking countries.

Frau Holle

Belongs to the AaTh 480 "The kind and unkind girls".

This story was told to Wilhelm Grimm by his future wife, Henrietta Dorothea Wild, who was then 18 years old. A secondary source was a tale told to their by the Hanovre pastor, Georg August Friedrich Goldmann - this second version contained the episode of the rooster saluting the girls. The second edition of the brothers Grimm's book added several details to this story to "rationalize" it - notably the Grimm added of their own an explanation as to why the girl jumps into the well.

This fairytale comes from Hesse and Westphalia. The brothers Grimm listed in their notes four other versions of it - and the first is more noticeable, because it echoes "Hansel and Gretel", as the house where the girls arrive is made of pancakes (crêpes). Older literary versions of "Frau Holle" can be found in Basile's Pentamerone (The Months, The Three Fairies), as well as within a French fairytale written by Gabrielle-Suzanne de Villeneuve, "Les nymphes" (The Nymphs). Translated in German in 1765, Villeneuve's fairytale notably inspired the Grimms when they composed their 1810 manuscript - they adapted her tale as their own story called "The marmot". Before the brothers Grimm, "ancestors" of "Frau Holle" can be found in various German fairytales, present in the collections of W. Reynitzsch (1802) and Benedikte Naubert (1789). Ludwig Bechsten did his own version of the fairytale (Gold-Mary and Pitch-Mary, Die Goldamaria und die Pechmaria) which had a huge success in Germany.

This fairytale belongs to a wide series of tales in which young girls leave their house to enter a far-away country which might be the Otherworld, and where they become the servants of a spernatural being. There, by performing tasks in a disinterested manner, they are rewarded. As with other fairytales, "Frau Holle" shows how the Otherworld and our world are inter-dependant with each other. "Frau Holle" had a huge mediatic success: it was adapted several times as movies, it is heavily present in children's literature, and it was heavily illustrated. The character of Frau Holle ("Holle" derivading from the Middle-High-German "hulde", "benvolent") is an ambiguous character, and shares several characteristic with Germanic water-spirits. She is a giver of supernatural gifts and goods, but she also punishes the wicked. This supernatural character is very present in German legends, especially in the oral tradition which associates her with the works of weaving and spinning. She might have her roots in the figure of a spirit in charge of women's initiation rituals.

Little Red Riding Hood (Rotkäppchen)

It is of course the AaTh 333: "Little Red Riding Hood".

The two versions the brothers Grimm used to create this story were told to them by Johanna Isabella and Marie Hassenpflug. Isabella's version was most notable for being an obvious transposition of Charles Perrault's fairytales - with two elements changed. The tragic ending was modifed so that the girl and her grandmother would be saved ; and the erotic connotations of Perrault's fairytale (where the wolf was presented as a dangerous seducer) were removed.

Charles Perrault's fairytale was also present in German literature through Ludwig Tieck's verse tragedy "The life and death of little Red Riding Hood" (Leben und Tod des kleinen Rotkäppchens), published in 1800. As for Ludwig Bechstein, he inspired himself from the brothers Grimm tale to create his own "Little Red Riding Hood". M-L-Tenèze has worked on collecting all the oral and popular versions of Little Red Riding Hood in France, its birth-country, and has identified its original format as it must have been told before Perrault: usually they end like his tale in a tragic way for the girl, but rarely she notices she is in bed with a monster and manages to trick it to escape. However a detail Perrault erased and that is present in these versions is how the wolf keeps a bit of the grandmother's flesh and blood, that he offers to the little girl as food.

The first version of this story, in the original edition of the brothers Grimm book, was much more didactic than the one we have today, heavily insisting on how the little girl should have obeyed to her mother, and how there are specific ways to interact with strangers on the road - and in fact, it seems that the reason this fairytale was so popular and widespread was precisely because of its didactic nature. Because everybody knows the "original" version of the Grimm better than the final one, their second and revised text that shows a heroine able to learn from her mistakes, and ending up defeating the wolf of her own without any outside help. It should be noted that the first version of the Grimm tale had an echoing motif with the KHM 5 "The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids".

The Musicians of the Town of Bremen (De Bremer Stadtmusikanten)

They eblong to the AT type 130 "The animals find a house for the night", more specifically the AT 130 B, "The animals flee after a death threat".

This fairytale, like many of those present in the brothers Grimm collection, was actually the fusion of two distinct stories they collected. The brothers Grimm described in their notes a literary source for this story: a long extract from "Froschmeuseler", a didactic epic by Georg Rollenhagen published in 1595 and which had animals as protagonists. In this text however, it is a dog that leads the six other animals (an ox, a donkey, a cat, a rooster and a goose). For this poem (of 20 000 verses) Rollenhagen himself had another literary inspiration: a first-century epic describing a war between frogs and mice.

The nicknames of the various animals were only added in the third edition of the book. The notes of the brothers contain a third version of the tale they did not use, and which mostly differs when they arrive at the robbers' house. Instead of chasing them away, the animals enter peacefully in the robbers' den, play music and are fed as a reward. Then the robbers leave, and when they return they send one of theirs to check if everything is alright in the house - and he suffers the fate described in the Grimm's final tale. There are other versions of the story where there are only two animals involved (a dog and a rooster), who get involved with a fox that the dog ultimately kills. In fact, the oldest versions of this tale all deal with domestic animals confronting, not human criminals, but rather savage animals of the forest. Outside of Rollenhagen's text, another literary precedent was a poem of Hans Sachs from 1551, where the house is inhabited by wolves.

The title of this story seems to refer to traditional mockeries of the music of the town of Bremen, which was a very famous city at the time. Anti-Aarne wrote an entire monography about this tale-type, "The travelling animals" (Die Tiere auf der Wanderschaft) where he highlighted how this story was the Western "sibling" of a more Oriental fairytale-type, the AaTh 210 "The rooster, the chicken, the duck, the pin and the needle are travelling". This tale is mostly present in the Far-East (Middle-East?), and very rare in Western Europe - but it is still present within the brothers Grimm's collection as the KHM 10 (The Pack of Ragamuffins), 41 (Herr Korbes), and 80 (The Death of the Little Hen). The oldest Western form of this other fairytale type is within the Latin poem by Nivard of Gand, 1150's "Ysengrimus", where animals considered too old are banished by their masters or about to be killed, and flee into the forest. The "Roman de Renart" (the Roman of Reynard) also contains ths motif in its eighth branch - and the ingratitude of mankind towards the creatures that served them all their life is also a theme of the KHM 48 (Old Sultan).

#german fairytales #grimm fairytales #brothers grimm #the frog king #rapunzel #hansel and gretel #cinderella #history of fairytales #evolution of fairytales #the musicians of the town of bremen #little red riding hood #frau holle #the brave little tailor

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nrc-asteryn-crew · 11 months ago

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"Oohh- I see, interestin'. That's totes valid, TBH."

He nodded, taking another sip. He listened to Casimir's question, and shrugged.

"Oh. Uhm. Well- It's sorta less so 'electronics' and more so like 'things-that-can-potentially-be-very-dangerous-if-handled-with-malicious-intent'... or somethin'- I dunno. I got bored of that ages ago though- like lemme make food to eat I swear I'm not gunna poison it or hit anyone with a hot pan, damn."

He responded, rolling his eyes in annoyance. It was more of an inconvenience than anything, but it was irritating having to ask for some of what other people were making all the time for no apparent reason to them. Especially since they were all anti-social as hell and had no idea or didn't care who he was. So he didn't usually.

- Mace (🔌)

For the second afternoon in a row that week, Mace found himself walking down the same corridor of the Diasomnia dorms. He would have come by sooner, having finished downloading all of the stuff onto the drive way earlier, but he got a bit distracted doing... a few different things. He hoped Casimir didn't mind the wait too much. It would be a shame if he did.

Approaching Casimir's door, he knocked the same way he did last time, before stepping back.

"Yello~! Guess who it is~!"

He called out, combing his fingers through his hair to neaten it up a bit while he waited for the door to open. Not that he was trying to make it look extra neat. But more... trying to make it seem like he didn't just crawl out of bed a few hours ago, just to only make it in time to attend the last class of the day. Because he definitely didn't. Definitely.

- Mace (🔌) [ @nrc-asteryn-crew ]

( ooc// i cannot the way he starts monologuing in his thoughts then gets more sentimental STOPP I CANT DO THIS I LOVE HIM SM ACTUALLY if he was in game i WOULD whale /pos silly guy if anything ur inability to control ur UM is just making mace more interested in you (i actually love that it does that tho its so silly) anyway I FINALLY MADE THE GOSH DARN BLOG . well sorta i more so just had to revamp the pinned post that was already there but YEA!!! :D )

*the knocking on the door startled Casimir from his thoughts that, today, mainly consisted of some nonsense on a homework page. He relaxed though, at the recognition of the knocking pattern and voice and stood up*

*He took a deep breath to compose himself and adopt his typical, grandiose persona before opening the door*

Greetings to you, Vassal Mace! It is a pleasure to see that you have decided to return to my lair on this day.

I assume that your being here means you have successfully completed your quest?

*Casimir did his best to contain his excitement, tapping his fingers together in what, to most appearances, could be read as excitement or a gesture of evil plotting - the perfect gesture for one of his status, now that he thought about it.*

(✨HELL YEAH! banger that u have a blog now! I think I'm already following ur acct from my main but yaur!!! Also thank u SM that means. A lot actually bc I'm just here like "yeah this silly guy who exists in my brain is gonna get thrown from a window" and I really appreciate when other ppl like my silly guys dhhdsjdj. I'm so excited to be able to learn more Abt ur guys now tho too whehehehe >:3¢. Probably should've done this from the tags. Anyways.)

#{ - ooc // i deinifely could ahve added more but ive deleted and replaced stuff so many times im gen tweaking so i give up MB...#✨staring at this line in particular idk if im reading too much into it but LORE??? 👀#<- teehee eyes emoji is in fact correct ;3 #✨+ there is a white one that i think is a popular flavor? idk ive only ever had the strawberry one.#<- YEA THERE IS-- i was originally gonna make him pick a red-ish colour flavour cz ive only ever had the ultra rosa monsters --#but idk the zero ultra spoke to me ig ;; idia totally gets like the most obscure flavours but never the zero ultra nd mace is so done w him #dont ask how he got banned from a coffee machine . or a toaster . /j #- }#aue's asteryn #asteryn mace #twst oc #oc rp #oc rp blog #twst oc rp #twst ocs #twst rp #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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venaue · 10 months ago

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hav you ever tried snail? (escargots)

it’s pretty good even if it sounds gross :P

nope --

im actually like- a really really picky eater -- soooo ,,, im pretty sure its both like picky eating and being some flavour of autistic w the textures n stuff,,, ahaha ,,,

it doesn't look too bad , but realistically i dont think id ever try it -- ＞︿＜

#aue the yappertron(tm)#aue's asks

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anyseany · 2 years ago

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Bunnie 🎀🐰🎀

Warnings: ot8, adult content, suggestive, s/n lives with the boys, pack, hybrid!, chan leader, fuffly.

I just love this aesthetic, I don't know how many words they have, but it doesn't reach a thousand.

"Y/n, I already said no!" Chan screamed, making you cring for fear of the greatest, he knew he was wrong, but he still wanted to.

"Channyyyy…" he tried once again, manhando and lowering the long gray ears between the brown hair, but the look of the highest made you pull yourself together, while sniffling falsely.

"What's going on?" Minho arrived at the kitchen door, observing the situation seeing chan with a frown while trying to read your newspaper, and you sulking in a corner, ah, chan had a plate of gnawed and whole carrots next to him.

"Y/n wants to eat all the carrots in this house, you know she has to have a balanced meal, but she just wants to eat carrots." He says leafing the newspaper.

"Bunnie…" minho says leaning back on the door frame.

"No! "You say spoiled, not wanting to hear what minho wanted to say, interrupting him.

"Room, now." Chan says angry, downloading the newspaper for the first time in the morning, watching you snorting and walking hard to your room, aue had the door closed tightly.

"You know when she gets like that.." minho says calmly, making a slight face.

"I already bought her tampons, I was already waiting in reality." Chan says sighing, any of his cycles tired him mentally.

"Owow, what happened to bunnie?" Han arrives asking having the other boys on his curious footsteps with the big door knock..

"Is she close to menstruating?" Jeongin asks, some agree.

"No, when she's needy, she's close to menstruating, she only gets aggressive like that, when she's close to heat." Hyunjin says logically, and soon all the guys feel like hitting their own forehead because they are so stupid.

You see, you are a rabbit hybrid of eight guys, wolf hybrids, a pack, they all lived together, it was harmonious, you liked the guys, you loved in reality and they also loved you, your periods were lonely by choice of chan, he made everyone promise not to touch you until you are completely included in the gang, there have been three heats since then, even you

"As I didn't realize that, she just wanted to eat vegetables and carrots in particular."

Chan murmurs upset with himself, when you are close to heat, your primitive instincts attack quickly, especially in food and habits.

"Let's go to her." Seungmin spoke heading towards the room, soon the eight men were at the door, Chan leaned his face against it, hearing low moans and his grumblings.

"Stay here until I say otherwise, and don't come in even if she calls." I said seriously, he knew what would happen that afternoon, you had talked to him months ago about it that you were ready.

He had entered his room, locked the door as a precaution, the pink room and full of female props put his eyes used to the darkness of his room. There you were, lying on one of your giant pillows that easily served you as a bed, this one was shaped like a flower, you sweated, moaned low while your ears moved restlessly even though you were down.

He could feel the high temperature of your body, you burned with fever.

"Y/n, why didn't I say aue was close?" You opened your eyes, now blue, looking at Chan, who spoke calmly, but that was enough to make you cry.

"Is Chan still angry?" You ask trembling, great, chan thought, you talking like that, it was just another sign that you were on your period.

"Baby, I'm not angry." Chan said calmly as he approached and sat on the floor next to his pillow, you moved, standing face down to see him better, the

It was enough for his smell to spread through the room, making chan take a deep breath, feeling all his senses sharpen, including his hearing, which allowed him to hear the growls coming from the hallway.

"Will it be how we talked?" You ask sly, getting closer and closer to the biggest, being suggestive without realizing it, your small breasts being squeezed in short pajamas, and your prancing ass with your fluffy ass, making your caramel smell spread around the room more and more.

"Yes, bae, if you agree." Chan says controlled, and you nod, feeling dizzy with horny. "All right, stay here, I'll talk to the boys, yes?" He says as he goes towards the door, watching you cle on the pillow again, asking him not to be long.

"Okay, pay attention." Chan says as soon as he leaves the room, seeing all the guys looking at him carefully. "She wants to spend this hurt with us, I had talked to her before… "

"Who will be the first?" Han asks interrupting the leader, soon everyone enters a discussion about who should enter first, chan sighs looking at the confusion, but a loud moan of yours is enough to awaken everyone.

"Chan should go first, he's the most controlled of us and we need a safe word." Changbin said seriously making some of the boys moan in frustration.

"Okay…" chan says a little stunned for being the first, I need you to leave the house, you know, the smell of you can make me territorial. " everyone nods, going in a row out of the house. "I will call them when she is calmer, whichever comes first, it will be your turn." He says, gaining the consent of others.

He turns his body to enter his room when he sees himself alone in the hallway, his moans are loud now, and when he opens and locks the door again there you are, trying to remove your wet clothes from sweat, chan could see the wet stain on his panties, taking a good part of it, he blushes, it is inevitable.

But when you look up at him, and sniff the air smelling his wet earth mixed with vanilla, it's enough to make you whine loudly.

"Chaaaan…" you call lowering your ears as submission, dropping the blouse out of your pillow staying only in underwear, chan swallowed dry, removing the shirt and approaching, it would be a long afternoon.

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idontplaytrack · 7 days ago

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Music to me

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Fluff, coarse language, aftercare, crying & anxiety

Val & Janis’ first date in over a year. Courtesy of Regina— and Janis’ detailed Google Document, the pair are spending a romantic weekend away together in Maui.

Other chapters to the bonus series can be found here. | wc: 6.7k

“Regina, Regina. Enough with the random trips, eh? This old man is perfectly happy with staying on the Islands.”

“Hey, you deserve it.”

“Regina, I was just doing what I should’ve done as a father. I helped out, that’s it.”

“Akoni, I owe you my entire life.”

Akoni seemed amused, “Keiki, no you do not. Seeing the two of you grow up into the accomplished people you are is enough of a thank-you. Why not gift Val and Jan a trip? God knows they haven’t gone on one in more than a year.”

“Akoni.”

“I know you appreciate what I’ve done for the both of you, I know. You two show me and tell me all the time. You don’t need to splurge on me. While I can enjoy an occasional staycation or a meal? Regina I cannot accept these trips as often as you’re offering them to me. And I know you can afford it, but I don’t need it, nor want it from you.”

“What else can I do? You became a parent to two other kids that weren’t even your own?”

“Regina, you don’t have to do anything else. Seeing you both safe, healthy and happy is all that had to be done. All that I needed, anyone who treats kids otherwise should’ve never been a parent in the first place.”

Regina nodded, still tense and picking at her nails. It was habit of hers whenever she had to open up to someone. “What I did wasn’t hard, you two put in the effort to break that horrendous cycle.”

“I hear you, thank you.” Regina sighed, “I just want to do nice things for you. But, yeah, I’ll tone it down.”

“Good.” Akoni laughed lightly, “Now, let’s make some lunch together, hm? Then you can figure out where you want to send those two for a little break from their responsibilities.”

“Wasn’t Janis planning something?”

The conversation took a lighthearted turn. “She is? That’s good, I didn’t ask but figured I would know if she was…she’d usually be buzzing about it. A package came for her though.”

“That— yeah, don’t open it.” Regina pursed her lips together.

“Regina, the walls in this old home aren’t solid. We all hear things.” Akoni admitted, “Intimacy is an important part of their relationship, clearly. And having to be so mindful takes way too much effort. Some time alone without familiar people would do them a favour.”

“A big favour.”

“Aue, message received.” Akoni shook his head, “So - where are you sending them?”

“Maui.” Regina shrugged, “I might have peeked into Janis’ Google docs.”

“Of course you did.” Akoni laughed.

“Not hard at all considering how she just leaves her laptop open all the time.” Regina arched a brow, chuckling, “Okay, tickets are booked. Itineraries are linked to her email so she would have received them already.”

“They need that more than I do.” Akoni continued.

“I hear you.” Regina bit back a laugh, “I’ll take it easy on my idea of gifts. How about I make dinner tonight for a change? You rest.”

“Now that, I can get behind. It’s not too crazy, and I know you go all out with the gifts, but please for me, stick to the big occasions. You can give your sister, your kids your nieces, whatever they want whenever you want to. But me? This old man is very content.”

Meanwhile at the market, Janis’ phone went off. So did yours. Janis laughed, you recognised that type of laugh: she was shocked. “Oh, your sister is crazy as always.”

Your jaw was on the floor when you read the email. First class flights to Maui and a five star hotel stay for the weekend. “We’re going to Maui?”

“Baby, you’re reading the same email I am, silly. Yes, we are.” Janis said in reply.

“But— the kids.”

“Honey, it’s been over a year since we got any time to ourselves.” Janis began, “I don’t want you to be snuggling me while I’m wearing a t-shirt covered in spit up, or sneak kisses in the hallway between diaper changes, the home office while I’m working and Emelia’s napping. I’m okay with that because it’s all a part of this stage of our lives.”

You put two pumpkins into the basket she was holding, and nodded.

“But we need a break, it’s about time we don’t have to feel like we need to split ourselves into halves for the girls. I’m feeling like a human cow because of my oversupply, you’ve been getting that odd rib pain flaring up more often in the last few weeks. We don’t see it because of the routine we have down, but we’re stressed and we need a break. The girls would be perfectly fine with the family for a weekend.”

You chuckled.

“We’re going right? Being out without a diaper bag within arm’s reach sounds like a great time.” Janis winded an arm around your waist. You analysed the selection of bananas in the weaved basket on the shelf before you, took a bunch and said, “You definitely know how to persuade me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Janis snickered, “We’ve known each other our whole lives, haven’t we? I need a break, and so do you. And I want you with me, I want to spend time with you…that I don’t have to worry about Emmy’s next feeding because God knows we have a mini fridge full of baggies for her to drink that’s good for like— at least a week, Val.”

“Okay.” You decided, “Yeah.”

Janis was so happy she could be bouncing off walls. Like you, she was anxious about leaving the kids for a whole weekend. But she was also right about both of you needing a break. It’s been a year since you two had a proper date night, even. More than that for intimate moments without any sort of interruptions whatsoever. You were always the more anxious, overthinking one.

When you got home with Janis, Regina already knew you would nag. “Before you say anything…” Regina walked up to you to help you both out with the bags of groceries.

“Stop.” You said first. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Regina smiled brightly, “You two need to pack.”

“Later.” Janis quipped, opening up the freezer and putting in a whole frozen chicken at the bottom shelf then a tub of ice cream at the top. “Flight leaves tomorrow night, we have time after getting the girls to bed.”

“Okay,” Regina hummed, “I’m in charge of dinner by the way. Girls are with Akoni and Cads out back.”

Janis washed her hands and went out to the backyard first while you unloaded the rest of the groceries. “Mama!!!” You heard Emmy’s excited squeal and you laughed. “Like music to my ears.” You sighed.

“She’s so cute.” Regina stood next to you.

“I know, Reg.” You replied, placing the bunch of bananas on a stand hook that was on the kitchen countertop. “Mommy!!!” You heard that, and tiny little footsteps. Quick footsteps, the girl was running. You stopped whatever you were doing and turned around. “Hi, baby.” You squat down and she stopped in front of you, pacifier in her mouth, dragging her beloved Bingo plushie along one handed. You looked up to see Janis and Kalia talking, most likely about how you and Janis were going to be out of town for the weekend. You picked Emmy up and walked over to Janis and Kalia, “I’ll miss you guys.”

“But we’ll call everyday, we promise. Facetime.” You said. Emmy was now wriggling desperately to get out of your arms. “What is it now, you silly girl?” You asked, jokingly chomping her cheek. “Nemooooo.” She reached out both arms to the Rottweiler walking by, dropping her stuffed dog to the floor, “Emmy play.”

“Okay, here you go.” You lowered yourself again and put her down, joining in on Kalia and Janis’ conversation while Cady helped keep an eye on the baby.

“You and mama have been so busy with me and Emmy, so I get it. That’s why I have weekends, right? To rest. You guys need that too.”

Oh, and dinner? Regina caught you off guard once again. “Hamburger Helper?” You muttered under your breath when you caught her alone in the kitchen, “My period is due next week and I am a mess.”

“You like Hamburger Helper.” Regina smirked.

“Yeah, but you always made that when she didn’t have any dinner for us— so I—” Your voice returned to the normal volume.

“Replacing the bad with the good.” Regina hummed.

“I know, thank you. Always.”

“And I will die for you. Always.”

“I know you will, but no, you’re not going to do that.” You disagreed, “I don’t want you to do that.”

————

The next night, Regina dropped you and Janis off at the airport. “No goodbyes.” Janis gave Kalia a big hug, and so did you.

“I know mommy, we don’t say goodbye. A hui hou.” Kalia grinned, hugging her back and kissing her on the cheek.

Then, it was your turn. “Mama, have fun in Mauiiiii.”

“Thank you, you little drama queen.” You chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

“A hui hou.” Kalia kissed you on the cheek.

“A hui hou, sweetie.” You gave her one last hug before moving on to your sister.

“We got it covered here, enjoy your weekend.” Regina squeezed you so tight, your annoying ribcage started aching.

“Have fun with the girls.” Janis hugged her too, “Thanks, G.”

“You two have fun with each other.” Regina sneakily smirked while she parted ways from you both with Kalia. Kalia blew you and Janis a kiss then you too were off to baggage drop. Emmy stayed home with the rest of the family since it was past her bedtime. It was also easier for her to not see her parents leaving. Just for the weekend.

Within the hour, you and Janis were in Maui. Got a rental car and on your way to the hotel for check in. Once that was done, yours and Janis’ suitcases were left in the room and then both of you were on the move again to make it to a dinner reservation.

“Did you plan this?”

“This? As in going to ‘dinner‘ now, or yeah your sister definitely looked into the itinerary I made and followed it to the tee.” Janis guffawed.

“Oh, yeah I should’ve known.” Your eyes widened, “I’m not that hungry though.”

“So then, we’ll just take a little walk and head back upstairs…order room service dessert?” Janis suggested.

“Room service?” You gasped softly, “In this place? Better not be our cards on file, ‘ipo.”

“No, she put her card on file, and gave us one each to have for the weekend.” Janis shrugged, “I also need to pump so if you’re thinking about doing anything, you gotta wait for like, a half hour.”

“I can wait.” Those words just flew out of your mouth, what?

“Oh?”

“Please.” You laughed lightly, putting an arm around her waist too like she was doing to you, “Of course I can.”

A low chuckle, then her soft, plump lips were pressed against your own. Her body flush against yours for a few seconds before she broke away. She brushed the hair out of your eyes, both of you feeling the warm but night breeze blowing through your hair on this terrace. Her gaze melted into yours, making your heart flutter and your lips to smile. Her face mirrored yours before both her arms were around you, resting on the low of your back, “Look at that view.”

You leaned forward onto her, resting your forehead against hers, “When was the last time we even did something like that?”

“I remember.” She was still smiling, “Our wedding night, then that night away like— six months after we had Kalia.”

You giggled, “I know, but just— it feels like a lifetime ago. We’ve been so caught up in everything with the kids.”

“That is why…we’re doing this now, aren’t we? We make time, we always do.” Janis whispered, “But it is rare that we don’t have to sneak around and be quiet.”

You arms wrapped around her too for awhile, and the both of you remained like this until Janis decided she was too uncomfortable to hold off a pump for much longer. So, thirty minutes to ten p.m., you were on the phone with room service ordering dessert while Janis sat at the table next to an outlet, with a pump attached to her for the next half an hour. “Will you drink some of it?” She asked seriously.

You cleared your throat after thanking the staff on the other end of the call and putting down the phone, “Uh.”

“Otherwise I gotta dump it all.” Janis continued.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that, that smirk. What did you— oh, my God. You’ve been using your milk in my food, haven’t you?”

“Not just your food.” She admitted casually, “It’s helpful. Remember two weeks ago? That cold? It helped you, didn’t it?”

“I knew it, you put it in my tea.”

“I haven’t denied anything, my love.” Janis smiled lightly, “You’re gonna have to feed me whatever you ordered because it’s gonna arrive before I’m finished here.”

You clicked the TV on then walked over to sit with her at the table. “Baffles me that one person can make this much. I make almost double what she drinks.” Janis scoffed, “Apparently mom was an oversupplier too, so this is genetic.”

“Damn, I under supplied.” You recalled.

“No, you made just enough for Kalia.” She disagreed, remembering how guilty you felt for your supply.

“I know, but at one point…you know how bad it got.”

“That’s okay, look where we are now. We got through that, didn’t we?”

After the dessert got sent to the room, you tipped the staff member and returned to the table with it, feeding it to Janis as promised— even let her have the first bite. “We did.”

You followed her gaze, down to your chest. And you rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Oh, I know. I’m more than cute.”

“Very bold considering that you are wearing nothing right now except pajama pants.” You joked.

“According to you, ten seconds ago…I’m cute. So, I’m feeling pretty confident.”

“Hey, i’m ready if you are. You set the pace.”

The low chuckle made a comeback, “Sure, honey. I would also like to return the favour, though.” Janis has always been straightforward. “And what would you like me to do, for you? We tried the vibrator and you didn’t like it that much. The strap?”

“I think that would be pretty good.” She agreed, “You prefer the vibrator or no?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, you and Janis didn’t exactly need to have an explicit discussion about it after so many years, but when it’s been awhile since the last time, it was a smart thing to do. “I’m gonna be straightforward, anything more than two fingers I’m ready to — well, you know what happens.”

Her gaze softened, filling with some heartache. She knew you’ve had unexplained pain ever since your episiotomy stitches healed. This shouldn’t be painful for you, she knew how much you hated it. “This is not sexy.” She snickered, “I’m almost done, give me like ten minutes and I’ll be right with you.” You pressed a soft kiss to her lips, “I’m gonna go get cleaned up. Join me when you’re ready. Then…y’know, we’ll do stuff.”

“Okay.” She kissed you back before you went to grab a towel. You were rinsing off the shampoo from your hair when Janis walked in, “Hey, you.”

“Hi.” You muttered. The rest of the shower proceeded in silence, her hands roamed your body however. And, you let her. It was time for you to enjoy her company, without noise, worries, interruptions and rushing. Turning the water off ten minutes later, Janis started kissing along your neck. Your head tilted away to let her do so easily.

After drying off, you two were in bed. And you were on top of her. Janis looked up at you, beaming, seconds before you leaned close enough forward to kiss her— deeply, slowly, with intent. As her hand slid up your cheek, so did yours on her cheek. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” Janis answered readily, “I need this, no hiding, no keeping it down, no thinking twice. I need to be loud and passionate and honestly whatever the hell this night and the rest of this weekend gives me.”

“It’s late.”

“I don’t care.” Janis muttered, smiling into the kiss, “I have you to myself all weekend. I don’t need to know the time of day.”

“You’re crazy.” You laughed, and she practically swallowed that noise with kiss after kiss. Your hands were resting on her chest, just below the collarbone, then they grazed their way down her breasts. Her eyes were flicked downwards, watching the movement. Then, you slid your way down carefully, leaving a trail of progressively wet, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of her exposed skin. She chuckled and squirmed a little, her fingers combing through your hair and scratching your scalp.

You let out a sharp exhale when she pushed you lower. “Wait.” You looked up at her. Janis laughed at your expression, “That’s a good look.”

You rolled your eyes at her, then kissed your way back up to her mouth. She sulked. You asked, teasing, “Why the long face?”

“Val.” She warned. You couldn’t control your laughter. “Hey.” Janis huffed.

“Damn, you’re so cute when you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry.” Her tone was light and airy, but the low chuckle followed at the end, “You know what I’m feeling right now, honey. But— I’m loving this little bit of attitude you’re giving me. Really…greases the gears.”

“Stop talking.” You giggled.

“You’re the cute one, see.” Janis continued, tilting your chin, “If you had said that, I wouldn’t have laughed. But that sound is like music to my ears.” Your eyes looked away. “Look at me for a sec.” She tilted your face back towards her, a deep red hue dusted your cheeks when she did. “I know you’re not used to being on top, but remember what we talked about. You know what’s okay for me, and what’s off limits. That hasn’t changed.”

“I know, I know.” You smiled lightly, “It just takes me a bit to get going, you know? Will you let me know if I’m doing it right?”

She chortled, “Baby, you always do it right. Don’t overthink it. You know what to do and when to do it, you know me.” Then with a little nudge, you were back in action, kissing your way down south again, teasing her with your tongue and riling her up even more. Her bent knee fell off to the side, and smoothly, you began to grope that inner thigh. Before long, you felt her arousal coating your chin. That familiar sinful, yet incredibly satisfying feeling. You weren’t shy with it, face buried deep in her heat, practically feral and devouring every bit of her leaking out consistently. You felt every single squirm and twitch, giving you a crazy swarm of butterflies that rushed down between your thighs. Every one of your five senses, right now? Was filled…with her. All her.

“Oh, God.” She groaned, accidentally pushing your head down. You knew because her fingers that were combed through your hair scratched your scalp in a way that felt like an apology, “Oh— that’s good. That feels so good, keep going.”

“Okay.” You hummed, your breath fanning against her making her gasp and writhe, “Oh, ‘ipo, we're just getting started…”

Yeah, maybe you were having too much fun with being in control. She’d definitely get back at you for it, but would you mind? Never.

She came pretty fast the first time, and hard. Due to having not done it in a good three months, it was expected. But of course, she surprised you all the time. “I’m gonna need the strap, honey.” She hummed, “Please?” Janis batted her eyes at you, the sweet smile smoothly becoming a smirk. You gulped, sliding backwards off the bed to retrieve her strap, put it on and came back. After all the times of doing this, you still needed a second.

Janis reached out for your hand while you knelt before her, swinging it slightly, then her eyes flicked up to look at yours, “I need you.” Your fingers interlaced with hers, you felt the warmth rushing over to your palm when she pressed hers against yours. You began to position yourself and her legs were already on either side of you, ready to rest on your hips. You were never used to being in this position, even after so many years of being together. Still, you couldn’t care less at the moment. You wanted to give Janis what she wanted. The second you pushed the shaft inside, noises came spilling from her mouth to no end. Any sound imaginable, she made it. Pleading and muttering your name, whining and whimpering when it felt too good. You were going to get breathless soon, but you continued. You simply could not get enough of hearing her. Somehow, your eyes locked in with hers and it just drove you nuts. Janis nodded feverently, you picked up your pace slamming into her deeper than before with each thrust that you followed. And she only got louder, making your cheeks heat up, because what if other people heard you? Or her, rather.

Her fingertips glided upward on your cheek again, the familiar sparks ran down your spine all throughout the time she kissed you over and over, and you, rutting against her over and over. You swallowed her whines, obscenities and moans…everything in between. Both of you addicted and as though under a spell, you just could not get enough of her. You wanted her to feel so good, and she was letting you know that you were doing just that. She was loud, so loud. But God, did it make you so happy to hear from her how great you were doing. All your hesitation melted away by the second.

When her nails dug into your bare back, it felt exhilarating and it spurred you on to push her over the edge again. But then, she told you to slow down, not because it was too much…but she bluntly told you she wanted to be edged. You just agreed, and slowed down your pace, allowing yourself to catch your breath. She was practically sucking your face at this point, yet her hands were very happily occupied with the task of squeezing your tits like they were stress balls. She had a specific way of playing with them, exactly how she went about to get you riled up and needy too— for her.

Eventually, she had her mouth completely attached to your chest while you hovered over her somewhat shakily. The friction was lessening by the minute and you could feel the stickiness of her arousal on your thighs too. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and your body was most definitely reacting to her ministrations as much as she was to yours. Maybe more.

Janis gasped, “Coming— coming— fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop. Go faster, baby, please.”

That final word, like clockwork, made you tick. You rammed into her one last time and she let go as expected. “M—more, more.” She babbled, panting and whining. You pulled out entirely, laid your weight on her and made out with her contently. She smiled against your lips, hands combing through your hair. “Will you use your mouth on me?” She asked.

How was she still entirely coherent?

“What?”

“I know you heard me.” She laughed as though she was teasing you, “I’m waiting if you’re down to do that.”

“Oh.” You laughed a little, your words caught in your throat, “Yeah, I— I’m down.”

She grinned, cooing at you so naturally that your knees would’ve buckled if you weren’t already laying on her. “Yeah, you are so down.” Janis laughed aloud, “You need to go further down though.”

“Give me a minute.” You sulked, “I can barely breathe.”

“Poor thing.”

“Don’t tease me.” You pouted.

“I’m not teasing you.” She answered softly, “That was amazing, and I would really love another round if you don’t mind.”

“Sure.” You pecked her on the lips.

“I can’t wait to have my way with you.” Janis remarked so casually.

“We’ll see, I think you’ll prefer to sleep after this.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

“Don’t be so smug.” Your hand glides across her chest, “You feeling okay?”

“Yep.” She confirmed, “I’m good, honey. Now, you know what to do.”

“Mm.” You murmured, hands on her sides, sliding your way down south. Your lips gently nibbling at her skin as you moved. “Don’t stall…” She looked at you, hand running through your hair once again. With your tongue darted out, you started off with flicking at her clit with it. Janis yelped, her hand balling up your hair that was in it. You laughed, she moaned. “Fuck!”

And then…it happened. Ten minutes in, your face attached to her cunt, Janis squirted. Right into your mouth. Feeling her legs shaking, your hands massaged her inner thighs, your lips gradually pressed little fleeting kisses all over them for a break. “Baby, keep going.” She gulped.

“What?”

“I can take it, keep going. I want you to keep going.” Janis begged. She begged, “Please, it feels so good.”

“If you say so.” You looked at her in disbelief.

“E ‘olu ‘olu.” Janis muttered, “Val. Please, just— one more, for me?”

“I just wanted to hear you say a little bit of that. You can get as much as you want, you didn’t have to pull out that side of you.”

“Oh, no?” She smirked, dazed. You squished the flesh of her inner thighs, and in retaliation, the pointer and middle fingers of your dominant hand slid down to her entrance and inside her, curing up to press against her g-spot. She clenched around your fingers, more leaked out of her like a broken faucet. Every single time you plunged inside her, it happened. Her eyes started to flutter, then roll to the back of her head. You had no idea what came over to you, but you attacked her lips, kissing her so deeply it left her breathless. Your fingers continued its work, and you know she was soaking just about everything south of her hips.

“You like being pushed, huh.”

“I do.” She panted, “I do. That was so fucking good.”

“Glad to hear that.” You nearly snickered, your lips were slightly swollen. She’d bitten on them in the process, her thumb brushing over the spot while you sat on her core, eyes locked in with hers. You flinched. She let out an exhale, not so much in amusement. More like a tease, with a smile that conveyed that same energy. “You are insane.”

“No, that’d be you, my dear.” Janis disagreed, voice akin to a hum, “Getting to see you like this is always a treat for my senses. Really so helpful for whatever I just did.” Her palm caressed your lower back, “You want a turn?”

“You’re not tired?”

“Just a little.” She shook her head, “We have plenty of time to sleep.”

“Well…I want to sleep. So, go pee. I don’t want you to get an infection.” You lightly shoved her playfully, “Then come back and lay with me. Otherwise—”

She laughed, an endearing smile on her face as she got out of bed, “Otherwise you can’t sleep. I know. I’ll be right back.”

————

Unbeknownst to you, after you’d fallen asleep for the night. Janis was sat at the table, watching you sleep while she sketched a new piece. That was 15 minutes to midnight, and Janis didn’t sleep until another hour later. You didn’t notice, but this was also normal for her. She was a night owl through and through. The next morning, you woke up to the curtains fully open, so the sun was shining on your eyes harshly. You shielded your eyes with the back of your hand, groaned and rolled over right as you felt a dip in the mattress.

Janis’ hand squeezed your shoulder before her lips met your skin, “Good morning.” You inhaled deeply, the soft, comforting Bare Vanilla scent wafting through your nose, layered with Plumeria. Your eyes weren’t open yet. “Go back to sleep.” You murmured. You felt her being flush against you, “Don’t wanna wake up?”

You shook your head, “Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

She laughed, thoroughly amused. Janis kissed your shoulder again, then along the crook of it. You squirmed and whined, “Janis.” Groaning, you finally peeled your eyes open. Janis was in a black two-piece bikini, her hair in french braids. You weren’t awake yet, and then you just…were. “There’s my girl.” She smiled sweetly now that you were face to face with her, “Eyes up here, honey.”

“I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“Don’t want to get out of bed, or don’t want to move?” Janis asked, her voice light and teasing, her fingertips prancing along your skin sending little jolts of electricity down your arm against your will. Damn it. “Either way…your wish is my command.”

“Cut the crap, I know what’s coming. Just get to it.”

“Oh, hello.” She nearly snorted, “There’s little miss attitude again. Maybe I should do this more often whenever your period’s due soon, hm?” You didn’t even respond to that and simply let her kiss you, feel you up. “What’s with the outfit?” You mumbled, finding it harder and harder to look away from her.

“A little…treat before breakfast.” Janis winked, tugging on a nipple between her fingers. You seethed, “Hey.”

“Sorry, sensitive, right?”

“You know that.” You grumbled. She palmed your left, then wrapped her lips around your right. You cried out in surprise, she was too good at this. And how lucky were you for that?

“Are you okay if we try out a strap today? A different one? I think it’ll be nice for you.”

You looked at her directly, she stopped moving her hands too, “I hope it’s a thinner one.”

“It is.” She confirmed, “We said we’d trial and error different sizes and lengths to see which one works, if it does, good. If it doesn’t, that’s okay too.” You let go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “I got you, yeah? Right now, it’s all about you.”

“Yeah.” You licked your lips, shifting slightly from feeling ticklish since she was kissing her way down from your lips to your stomach. Then, she was back, her mouth and palm stimulating your tits together. After she heard the first whine from you, she came to a halt. “Let’s watch the view.”

You scoffed, “Excuse me?”

“Let’s sit out there on the balcony.” She raised her brows, “Well, you sit. I’ll be kneeling and worshipping this beauty.” Your eyes went wide, then avoided her gaze right as you blushed. “Come on.” She nudged. You agreed a few seconds later, following her lead out onto the balcony. Janis eased you onto one of the two lounge chairs and just dropped to her knees, attaching her mouth to your cunt in an instant. Your eyes shut, you bit the inside of your cheek and took a deep breath. You felt the fuzzy material of the towel beneath your bare ass. You scoffed internally, she’d planned this.

“Mm.” You grunted, “I- oh my God.” Once she’d flicked at the bundle of nerves just right, those words fell from your mouth like it was a reflex reaction. You let out a laugh in disbelief, “So good. You’re insane.”

“What a compliment.” Janis snickered,her tongue swirling around the nub before she sucked on it repeatedly like a sugar-obsessed kid given a lollipop. You writhed in that seat, leg jerking back. Janis took your legs, and pulled you even closer. Both of them were now resting on her shoulders. “You alright, honey?” She pulled away for a check-in. “Mhm.” Your reply came out strained, “Great.” You felt yourself throbbing erratically when she finally pulled away from you.

You got so close, but too soon. And she knew, that was why she stopped. Janis stopped, and sat down on the floor plunging one finger then another inside you. You gasped when she hit them upwards on your sensitive spot, over and over. Her pace was leisurely, perfect for working you up to the strap as planned.

And now, the fact that you were no longer indoors no longer made you nervous. You just…didn’t care. The ache in between your thighs was too intense for you to care, the way she looked between your thighs was too great for you to care. The eye contact drove you absolutely insane. “That feel good?” Janis asked in a hum, looking right at you while her fingers continued pumping in and out of you. You nodded hurriedly, breathing becoming laboured while your vision became blurry. She grinned, “I’ll never get tired of this look.”

Your breath hitched, “Stop, stop— stop for a bit. I’m close. I— hold it off.” You were panting, trying to control yourself. “Okay, honey. Okay.” Janis stopped immediately and pulled her fingers out, “I got you.”

“Do you want breakfast? We could call for room service.” Janis asked after a few moments.

“I…don’t want to lose the— arousal.” You stammered, “So, later.”

Janis nodded, “Okay. I’ll go get the strap, and the vibe. Just in case you want to use that too, later.” She stood up, bent down to kiss you then stepped back into the room. You hear her open up the wardrobe door, unzipping the duffle bag that she’d brought on this trip. Within the minute, she was back with you, sat down on the floor again. The items? On the chair next to you, on top of a towel. “What’s with…the location?” You asked hesitantly.

“I just…remembered a conversation we had some time ago. So I thought we could try it out.” Janis shrugged, “And it really seems to be working for you, honey. Being out in the open, kinda. Really turning you on. Maybe it would help with you taking the strap.”

“Oh, you remember that.” You sighed.

“Yeah, you said you wanted to try someday…something a little public. So…this.” Janis tilted her head, “We have our own space, but also kinda don’t. It’s also early.”

“I uh, didn’t really expect it to be working this well. I mean— I’m reacting like you haven’t fucked me in a whole year or something.”

“It’s hot.” Janis kissed you as you bent over enough to capture her lips into your own, “Okay, so…you wanna try? You ready?”

You handed the vibrator to her and she readily switched it on, then precisely, the clit stimulating portion was lined up with the area. You cursed, “Oh, shit.”

“Hold it for me?” Janis asked, you did as she told you to and held onto the handle of the toy. Her fingers entered you again with ease, resuming their slow but steady pace. She was also careful not to press against your g-spot every single time to delay your orgasm like you’d asked.”Do you want to speed the toy up?”

“Oh— no, no, no. This— this is good.”

“Okay.” Janis watched you closely, “Take the toy off.” She said after a few minutes before you had to watch her put the harness on. “Alright, stand up?” She pulled you up, taking the toy from you and powering it off. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

Smoothly, your front of pressed up against the balcony railings while Janis lined the tip of the shaft with your entrance. Then her cheek was smushed up with yours, “Yeah?”

“Go for it.” You nodded firmly, hands on the wood. Her arm winded around you as she pushed into you. You feel it fill you out just enough, the length was perfect, too, hitting your sensitive spot when she bottomed out. Over the next few minutes, you’d bent over, head resting on your folded arms while she held onto your hips and continued to fuck you. Finally, there was no pain, not even discomfort.

“This is good? It’s not painful?”

“Yup.” You let out a slow breath, “Fucking finally. It’s not even uncomfortable. I feel nothing except— oh, fuck. Fuck, I’m close. I’m so close.”

“Hell yeah, you are.” That proud smile on her face, you didn’t even have to look at her, you could just picture it. “You’re gonna come for me, honey?”

You babbled, “Fuck— mm— y— fuck. I——”

“Yeah?’ She sucked this one spot in your neck and your knees started to give out so she pushed you up against the railing for support, “Use your words, ‘ipo.”

“— my God, yes. Yes!” You snapped, “Please…”

“Never asked you to hold it, baby.” Janis’ voiced trailed off at the end, right as the metaphorical coil in your core snapped. You came, stupidly hard. Then she was on her knees again, this time behind you. You felt her hands on your ass cheeks, holding onto them. Then, her tongue, licking a stripe up and down your puffy and sensitive lower lips. Your legs were trembling, so she was being just as careful as she was skilful. Not more than a few strokes of her tongue later, came another wave. You gasped and not a peep even came out of you. You were babbling, whining and swearing…perhaps her favourite combination during a time like this. Meanwhile,she gladly got soaked by you. Well, only until you had enough of it, that is. She knew when to stop, because she knew your limits. She always listened to you, no matter what.

You were still coming down from your high when Janis steadied you and eased you back onto the chair. She dropped the extra towel from the empty lounge chair onto the floor and sat in that chair, “You’re okay.”

You had this stupid, dazed smile on your face, “I know. That was…that was okay, amazing. I’m just glad to find something that works, I don’t have to worry about having to anticipate pain anymore this way.”

“Told you we’d figure something out, huh?” Janis cupped your cheek, “Wanna head inside?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Actually…” She pulled you into her lap after you had stood up and just held you for a minute.”Let’s just sit here for a sec.”

“Okay.” You naturally snuggled closer. Janis smacked a kiss to your cheek, “Sometimes…I miss when it was just the two of us. But really we don’t really lose that, we don’t ever lose that excitement, or spark. It just becomes dimmer because we have a fixed routine now with the kids…but for us, it doesn’t have to be fixed. We can work out more days where we go on dinner dates, or a walk…anything. But just for the two of us.”

You nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“It’s tough not to worry about the kids, being away from them. But nights alone, or just— time alone. Help us, you know? Once in awhile, this is amazing. But on the regular, maybe we take turns cooking dinner. Or cook together after work, and the day of chores. Sit outside after the girls go to bed, have a drink and just…sit and or, talk. I know we spend a lot of time together…but my point is…”

“Keeping the spark bright, I know. Doing the little little things to make what we’re used to, just a bit more exciting. It’s so easy to get caught in what’s familiar. And it feels nice, but yes, sometimes we need to do something different.”

“Yep.” Janis let out a content sigh, intertwining her fingers with yours. “Let’s get you cleaned up then we can get breakfast, how’s that sound?”

“Nice.” A smile tugged at your lips, “Let’s go.”

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