#As I said this was really fun for me to write up and while I apologize for the length I hope you have fun reading it over!

[ifwdominicfike]

matt loves when you overstimulate him

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“c’mon sweet boy, you can do one more right?” your hips coming to a halt, letting him gather his thoughts and try to speak up with something other than whines and babbles. “yes, yes mama! p-please don’ stop” his hands tightened on your hips to move you while he desperately bucks his hips up into you.

you giggle at his neediness and start bouncing up and down faster once again, hearing the hisses and moans under you only makes you go faster. all while under you he continues to slur his words while trying his hardest not to come, not without your permission of course.

“look at you, my big boy—“ your thighs starting to burn from the constant movement as you point to the prominent bulge on your stomach, your hand goes to neck — gripping softly. “i said look matt, or y’want me to stop?” he hisses at his real name being used, he whines at your vulgar tone and shakes his head no. “no! no please don’t stop- no” his eyes shooting open, looking up at you with a pleading look.

“then look sweetheart, y’so big for mommy — filling me up so well, yeah?” your grin makes his eyes roll as he groans and throwing his head all while muttering nonsense. “y-yes m’fuck! m’so big for you mommy, c-can i come..?” his heavy breathing and teary eyes almost make you give it to him, but you wanted to make him suffer just a little longer. you had been spoiling him all night with orgasm after orgasm, you wanted to have some fun now.

“no baby, you can come after mama, ‘kay?” your thumb caressing his bottom lip, trying to soothe him. “o-okay, i-i’ll be good f’you” you then slip your thumb between his lips, watching him eagerly take it into his mouth and toy with it. “good boy, always so eager to please hm?” he nods quickly and starts to buck his hips up harder, feeling you coming closer and closer to finishing.

your moans are getting mixed up with his as you reach your peak, trying to muffle them into his neck all while praising him. “yes- yes! oh — my precious boy, you’re so g-good, so perfect-“ he interrupts you with begs and cries to let him cum, all while he’s on the verge of tears.

all it took was a simple yes to have him crumbling underneath you, as he wraps his arms around you and fills you up. “m-mama, mmm” he could barely understand what he was saying, before he could get another word out you shush him, placing a finger over his lips. “just calm down baby, i know, i know.” all while stroking his messy hair as his eyes fluttered shut.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

first time writing mommy kink… I LOVE SUB MATT. I NEED SUB MATT. i chant loudly, ANYWAY! im so sorry for being lazy with putting stuff out, i literally wanna delete all my fics so bad. (also this wasnt really an “overstimulating” fic i kinda went off BUT WHO CARES.)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @sturniolosiphone @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott @cherrynflowergarden @sturnsmia @slut4chris888 @marrykisskilled @chaossturns @emely9274 @sturn777

[livelaughlovesubs]

HII NINI can i ask for ‘forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees’ and ‘grinding their face into their own mess(with a foot pressed behind them if you may)’ with dazai pleasee i just know he’s pathetic enough to come untouched from that thank youu

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gn

Warning: pet play!!, teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, begging, (pre)cum eating, masochistic dazai, stepping

That reminds me when I decided to write sum’ angst for the first time, it was about dazai with abandonment issues, and people just WOULDNT STOP ASKING ME TO WRITE MORE CUZ THEY LOVED PATHETIC DAZAI SM???

He was such a good little pet. At times annoying, but still overwhelmingly fun. To be more specific, he was perfect for you, just the right amount of pathetic, just bratty enough to not overdo it and simply adorable. That smug little smirk he wears when he disobeys you, like right now.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to enter the room. A few moments ago you gave him the order to come in after he finished washing up, which is why you were waiting for his arrival. Once he opened the door, he leaned against the frame and smiled at you, asking almost innocently, “you called?” He was wearing a bathrobe that revealed his chest ever so slightly. “Yes, come closer.” You waved your hand, making yourself comfortable now that he’s here.

“Why don’t you tell me why I’ve been summoned?” He stroked through his hair, some water droplets dripped down from the ends. You stared at him, not expecting him to misbehave already, “I thought you’d know better, puppy.” Dazai chuckled, as if he expected you to say that, and immediately answered, “oh what to do, i don’t know anything~” while he talked, he brought the back of his hand to his forehead, the other one holding his clothes together.

“Can’t you explain it to me again?” The brunette pondered, pouting after he finished his sentence. You caught him sneaking some glances over to you while giving a show. “Hah- have I been too lenient with you? To think you’ve forgotten how to act around me.” Of course you knew this was just another defiant game of his, it was something he did whenever he wanted to mess with you. Normally you’d brush it off, but this time, maybe you should play along.

“Then listen to my orders carefully, puppy.” You leaned back a little, raising your head high up, “firstly, strip.” For a split second, you saw his eyes change from calculated to excited, before he went back to being collected. “Will I be the only one stripping? Oh y/n~ that’s so perverted.” He turned his head to the side, to hide behind his raised shoulder for a bit. Look at him acting like some shy virgin, was he going to ask you to be gentle as well?

Soon after, the white fluffy robe fell down to the floor. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but he wasn’t embarrassed yet. “Are you going to stare all day?” The male asked with a light grin, taking a few steps forward before closing the door behind him. “I was being considerate towards you, or do you want to be touched so badly?” He slowly walked over to you, answering in a cheeky tone, “of course, you’ve been starving me of affection lately.”

Suddenly you raised your hand and said, “stop,” and so he did as you wanted, stopping in the middle of the room. You sighed deeply, almost as if disappointed, then sneered, “don’t walk, crawl to me.” A shudder ran down his spine, and he clenched his hand subconsciously. “Crawl? Why should I do that…” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, also signing, as if copying you. You didn’t let this irritate you and simply replied, “don’t you want to earn my praise for a change?”

His ears turned red when he heard that, but instead of retaliating any more, he dropped down to his knees and looked up at you, “please praise me plenty then, master ♡” What’s this? Look at him suddenly being all docile, crawling to you on all fourth and keeping eye contact the whole time. This man, unbelievable, he really had no shame.

As soon as he arrived, he positioned himself in front of you, still on his knees all nicely with his hands gripping the edge of the bed. “Have I been good?” He almost mewled, smiling so brightly with crimson cheeks. Your hand stroked through his hair, watching him nuzzle into your palm. He’s trying so hard, it’s making you almost feel bad.

“You did pretty well, but…” you slid back on the mattress, until you could place your foot on the back of his head. Afterward, you stepped down, forcing him to bow his head. “Look at that mess your little tail made.” An amused chuckled slipped from your lips, and you couldn’t stop grinning at his flustered expression. The blush was even spreading to his shoulders now, how adorable.

Dazai stared at the ground right below him, not like he had any other choices anyway. And it was evident what you meant. His poor hard-on has been leaking the whole time, without him noticing his own arousal. Most of his precum dripped all the way down his shaft and onto his thighs, though some also coated the floor beneath him. Before he could even ask for forgiveness, you pressed down harder, resulting in his face being mere inches away from the poodle of mess he himself made.

“I’m sure a good dog would know what to do?” You’ve been mumbled, noticing how he shuddered at your every word. “Y/n, I-” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you grind his face into the liquid, muttering almost to yourself, “so cute.” He whined at the harsh treatment, feeling his dick twitch in excitement. Without further delay, he stuck his tongue out and licked, making sure to make loud slurping sounds as well just to put on another show for you.

“Hnnnghh~ mhmm… uhm, mmghff…! ♡♥︎♡” More whimpers escaped his throat, and his eyes rolled to the back to his head. His body felt so hot, so electric. Hot tears steamed down his rosy cheeks. He could feel the pressure of your foot against his head, as well as his stomach curling and flutter. Simply hearing your low, slightly hitched breathing made his heart pound. After all, it meant you liked what he was doing, so he was doing a good job, right, right?

“Good boy.” You complimented him, holding your own head with your hands. “You’re doing so good, such a pretty boy.” He continued to lick across the dirtied spot, feeling a rush of heat coursing through his veins. The taste of his own fluids were maddening. It didn’t exactly have a taste, but just the thought of it and the act of doing it in front of you made it special. And exactly because he was so into it, you couldn’t stop the praise from spilling, “You are my good and obedient puppy, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm- mGhUuu~♡♡♥︎..!!!” Suddenly he moaned against the cold ground, and his toes curled. You were a little surprised which is why you moved your foot, wondering if he was actually chocking. Once he raised his head though, you understood what was up with him. Hah. This fucking pervert, cumming all over the floor over nothing.

His eyes were glazed over, hazy while his tongue hung out of his mouth. Tears and drool decorating that pretty face as he whispered meekly, “m’ sorry~♥︎♥︎♡” You stayed quiet for a moment, calming yourself down as little muffled laughs rang in his ears. After that, you teased, “maybe I shouldn’t have praised you so early on. Oh well, it just means you have to clean it again.”

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"One of these days." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

For you and your husband, trying to find the right time to have a little fun is not always so easy.

A/N: Just a imagine that made me smile while I was writing it hehe, so I hope you guys enjoy it a bit too. Thanks! (with a small appearance of Denise fearing Daryl XD) (Not my gif!)

Daryl lifts you up for you to sit in the counter of the living room, his lips crashing against yours in a hard kiss as his hands pulls you close to him by the waist, the heat of your bodies getting mixed with the sole idea of ​​feeling each other after almost two weeks apart.

The last search for supplies had taken longer than usual, and between his arrival and your days and sleepless nights in the infirmary accompanying some sick people with Denise, the bed in your home had only recognized one lonely body.

Now, your hands tangle in his hair kissing him back, his tongue playing with yours, getting from your husband a low growl when your legs pull him close, feeling the bulge in his pants against you. Taking a ragged breath before sinking back into your skin, Daryl takes your black t-shirt off and his hands caress your soft skin as he kisses your neck, missing the contact with it; and too excited to waste time because he has to leave again soon. But your mind clouds with desire like a foggy morning, so you push his vest out of his body and start unbuttoning his shirt while Daryl kisses the skin between your breasts, making you moan.

“Do we really have time to do this?” You try to be reasonable, but your hands are still holding onto the buckle of his pants.

“Yeah…” He said, in a low, deep voice, but Daryl couldn't care less if he is late as he starts to unbutton your jeans. “Let me get ya ready.”

There was something extremely hot when he did that, like being in a beautiful hell in the way Daryl always ate you up first, like it was his duty, and his words make you lick your dry lip, feeling his on your belly that contracts with the heat of his tongue.

But when he is about to pull your jeans down, someone knocks the door, insistently.

“Shit…” He growls in frustration, getting up.

“Coming!” You get off the counter, putting your t-shirt back while he does the same with his shirt.

You start fixing your jeans as you walk toward the door to open it, feeling your cheeks red and hot while you smile at Denise.

“Hey, Denise.”

“Hey, (Y/N).” She smiles back. “Is Daryl home? I hope he hasn’t left yet.”

You nod, clearing your throat in fear that your voice will crack.

“He’s getting ready. Something happened?”

“No, no…” She moves her hand in the air, pulling a paper of her jean pocket next. “I forgot to write some things on the list I gave him yesterday.”

Behind you, the door opens and Daryl walks out, dressed and with his crossbow and his backpack around his body. He looks normal, his hair is kind of messy, but it usually is so nobody could tell the difference.

“Oh, hey…” Denise smiles at him, and he nods once at her while taking the paper, his personality usually becoming silent with people he didn't feel comfortable with yet. “I just wanted to give you this. Sorry to bother you.”

“No. It’s okay…” You say and look at your husband. “Daryl has to go now. Right, love?”

Daryl looks back at you, frustrated for your interrupted play time.

“Yeah. I better go.” He kisses your temple and looks at Denise. “Bye.”

He goes down the steps of the porch, walking away.

“Remember to keep it cool.” You chuckle, referring to his erection that would take time to get down. “And please be careful.”

Looking over his shoulder, Daryl waves his hand in the air, because that is his special way of telling you that he will be careful.

Life within the walls of Alexandria moved slowly, calmly like a sleeping river instead of feeling like wild waves, giving you and the family you made when that new world arose, a sense of peace after having been wandering out there for so long, dangerously all the time. Fortunately, life there was kind of peaceful, and that had stopped the chaos in your worlds and the fear that some members of the family sometimes fell into. But that night, as you return home from work, you can allow yourself the luxury of admiring the bright moon that shines and illuminates your path, as a sign that for that moment at least, the darkness of the world is no longer as terrifying as it used to be.

“Were you married to Daryl before all this, (Y/N)? Or did you meet him when all this madness started?”

Denise is reserved and shy, but there is also a sweetness in her that is still preserved, intact, like a living proof that there were still good people in the world.

“We actually met like two years before all this.” The memory makes you smile at her, a latent feeling awakening in your heart with some shyness. “We had been married for a few months when the dead started to rise.”

Denise nods, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Daryl is… intimidating…” She chuckles nervously, but there is something in your soft laugh that encourages her to continue. “But in this time that you two have been living here I have noticed the way he looks at you, or how Daryl looks for you with his eyes in a room full of people, at community meetings for example. But he is not very talkative, is he?”

You laugh again, a little longer this time as you see your husband sitting on the porch steps a few houses away.

"Daryl is quiet, very reserved, and has a hard time letting people into his life, but when he feels like he can trust people, you can tell that Daryl cares a lot about them."

“And he was the same with you?”

You think about that, remembering that when he saw that he could trust you, Daryl became open to showing his own vulnerabilities, only with you, so it was easier to fall for him. Plus, he was and is still hot as hell.

“Something like that...” You nod softly. “Trust me, a couple of times I was close to throwing something at his head for being so stubborn and surly, but Daryl has a good heart. Just give him time to get used to this life, okay?”

Denise nods again, falling silent as you both finally stop at your house, with her waving at him and receiving a nod in response.

“Have a good night.” Her gaze meets yours, and you smile at her before she walks away to her own home.

And when Denisse is away, you chuckle as you walk over to the porch to sit next to Daryl.

“What’s so damn funny?”

“She’s terrified of you.” You chuckle even more as his brow furrows, his gaze on yours. “You scared the poor woman.”

Confused, Daryl watches the path Denisse took, for a few seconds before looking back at you.

“Did I do somethin' wrong?”

“No. It’s just that you’re so quiet that she feels kind of shy. But you could try talking to her a little, don’t you think?”

Even more confused, Daryl's gaze takes in an empty spot beside you, the white picket fence before looking back at you.

"What should I say?"

You shrug.

"I don't know. Maybe say something more than just a hey." When your hand makes contact with his cheek, Daryl leans into your touch. "Maybe show her that you are a sweetheart."

He scoffs.

"I ain't a sweetheart."

You chuckle.

“What are you talking about? You are a sweetheart with me.”

"Yeah, but jus’ ‘cause I love ya."

His words make you smile as you both lean into each other's lips. After Daryl let you in, you realized he had a lot to offer as a person with a good and brave heart. He was always a good company: he made you feel protected, in the old world too and even when you could protect yourself, but above all, it was damn cute to see him get embarrassed when you teased him, always masking his blush with a snort.

But when things got hot, like now, Daryl could be even hotter as you feel his hands on your waist, searching for the warmth of your skin under your t-shirt until he found it, sliding his calloused fingers over your flesh, sinking you into a new kind of desire. His touch is a silent plea for you to climb his lap, and you do, his hands holding you against him as his mouth takes yours in a hot kiss. Daryl chokes a grunt in your mouth, but you can feel his erection and he pushes your body down, dying to be inside you.

“Let’s do it here.” He says against your mouth. “S’dark and everyone is sleepin’.”

“Wow. That’s kinky.” You chuckle, your hands searching for his belt as he kisses your neck. But since life has a sense of humor, you can see the light of the living room turn on through the window, seeing Carol coming closer to the door. “Wait…”

Daryl growls in frustration, again when you get off his lap, but he learns forward a little bit to hide the bulge on his pants when Carol opens the door of the house you all share.

“Hey, guys, I thought you two were sleeping…” She says, smiling affectionately at you two. “I was looking for some water and I saw the kitchen light was already on, but… did I interrupt something?”

“No.” Daryl says looking over his shoulder, in a low, hoarse voice.

She looks at you, but you only smile shaking your head.

“Okay, then. Goodnight.” Carol waves her hand before closing the door again.

You wave her back, your own body falling against the railing.

“And… strike two.” You chuckle when Daryl lay down on the floor, covering his eyes with his arm.

That night, you may have used the shadows and darkness of your room to make love, but it still felt weird about doing it knowing that you and Daryl lived with Carol and Tara, even though you were a married couple, but at the same time, the thought made you laugh: because it felt wrong like the first time Daryl climbed through your bedroom window when you two were dating, before the world went to hell, because that night, everything became adult content.

The next morning, the day started early with you organizing the new medications that had been found during the last supply run, alone in the infirmary, accompanied by a comfortable silence as Denise took a day to explore her new relationship with Tara. And it was nice to think about that, in the mounting nerves that came with finding out things about the other person, the way you looked at her or him, the smiles and the shy laughs, the way your world suddenly seemed to fit together perfectly with them.

But when a knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts, you're surprised to see Daryl on the other side when you open it.

"What are you doing here, sir?"

"What? I can't visit ma wife at work?" He walks in, looking around as you close the door again. You walk back to the desk, stopping in front of the last few medicine bottles in the center. "On ma way here I saw Denise."

"You talked?"

Daryl, who was still walking around the room, stops, frowning in confusion.

"I'm not mute, woman."

You laugh.

"I didn't mean it like that, I meant that since we got here you haven't said more than one word to her."

Daryl mutters something under his breath, turning his attention back to the place as you continue reading the open book at your side. He spends like a minute or two in silence, reading the medicine descriptions from the shelves or touching the medical instruments, at least until you feel his body against you from behind, his hands on your waist as Daryl breathes in the smell of apples in your hair, thanks to the bottle of shampoo that came with the house.

Your tied hair gives him the freedom to kiss your exposed neck, and your belly flexes at the touch of his hands.

"I knew you came to see me for other reasons."

Daryl chuckles, and you breathe in, feeling the tingling between your legs.

“I've missed ya, I've missed the warmth of yer body.” His voice is always low, but it gets sexier when you feel that he’s that happy to see you. ““And we haven’t done it in weeks.”

You gulp, feeling his hand slipping down on the skin from your belly under your t-shirt, and your palms pressed against the wood when his hand gets lost under your jeans.

“Yeah, but–uh…” You gasp through your parted lips when Daryl rubs his fingers against your folds, over your underwear just to tease you.

“(Y/N)?”

But that is not his voice. Daryl removes his hand, cursing under his breath when you two see a person standing from the other side of the blur glass of the door. You sigh in frustration, but you chuckle too while walking towards it to opening. Rosita is smiling when your eyes meet, and you let her walk in.

“Hi, Daryl.” She says.

“Hey…” Daryl says back, leaning over the desk.

“Sorry to bother you, (Y/N), but I need something stronger than an aspirin. Abraham fell on his butt during the run and he keeps complaining.” She rolls her eyes. “Do you have something?”

You nod.

“Yes, of course.” You walk toward the shelf on the wall behind Daryl, smiling to yourself as he tries to hide his erection. You take two painkillers from a bottle and go back to Rosita. “If a man as big as he complains of pain it must be serious.”

“No. He’s just a big baby.” She smiles at you and Daryl, waving her hand before walking out. “Thank you. Bye.”

And she leaves, closing the door behind her. But when you turn, and to your surprise, Daryl doesn’t seem to be so frustrated as you think he would be.

“Whatever is going through your mind…” You chuckle. “It scares me.”

“I got an idea.” He smirks. “And this time ya ain’t escapin' from me, so finish quickly whatever ya're doin’ here.”

You narrow your eyes for a moment, giving him a confused look before finishing your chores.

But what is to come (pun intended) is about to come hard.

There, alone with him, your head falls back against the thin mattress inside the last cellblock, the view of the white ceiling disappearing when you close your eyes, and your mouth opens with a hot moan when Daryl makes you cum. Your grip on his hair loses strength as he gets up from between your legs to kneel, his hand replacing his tongue you to help you ride your orgasm. You let the air of your body go, finally going down from that high ecstasy after a moment as Daryl climbs over your body to be on top of you, shirtless, with his pants hanging now from his waist.

“That was just an extra.” He smiles sideways, part of his long hair covering part of his face, while your chest goes up and down with each breath.

“Yeah… I noticed it.”

Daryl chuckles getting up, but his smile falls when you two hear someone opening the front door of the basement.

“Stay here.” He says, fixing his pant as you put on your t-shirt that covers your thighs.

Daryl walks out of there, putting on his shirt as you put your jeans back on. Counting the few minutes in silence as you wait, he comes back frowning.

“Oh, no.” You chuckle. “What happened?”

“He jus’ came to read.” Daryl says, his voice full of sarcasm, lifting up his hands to mock of that person. “Yeah, right… I’m sure he jus’ wanted to jerk off in private.”

You laugh, falling on the mattress, laying down sideways to look at him.

“Who?”

“Eugene.” Daryl growls, pushing his hand through his hair. “Fuck…”

You keep looking at him: he’s frustrated even after making love, but Daryl looks so funny complaining for something so little.

“Come here.” You say opening your arms for him. “Come.”

Daryl exhales, his expression softening, and he walks towards you as you lay down on your back with him on top of you now, holding his face to kiss him softly before pulling apart to look into his blue eyes.

“Calm down, tiger: everything is fine.”

“Yeah… now it is.” He whispers with his lips an inch from yours, his deep gaze on yours. "But ya know what I was thinkin’?"

"What?"

"That s’bout time we got a fuckin’ house of our own, 'cause I'm tired of havin’ to sneak away to make love to ma wife."

You chuckle at his words, but they make you smile, too.

“I think that’s a very good idea, love.”

@fluffy-dixon

[precure1ove]

Hello! Your writing is CRUNCHY in the best possible way. Could I request I request a short story with Idia and an introverted idol reader? Hope you have a nice day!

boyfriend's favourite dj

summary : after finishing with a recording, you call you're number one fan for his reaction.

characters : idia shroud

warnings : introverted reader?, reader is an idol, established relationship, idia is your number 1 fan, fluff

a/n : this request really got my brain thinking and i had so much fun writing it!! i haven't wrote idia much so thank you for requesting<33

“Alright, that's a wrap, well done everyone!”

The director’s voice booms throughout the studio, and you feel your muscles finally relax and legs slump forward to a nearby chair, graciously taking a water bottle that was offered to you. 

At last you were finished with recording the final part of a music video for a new song that you wrote for an upcoming anime. 

Chugging the cold liquid, you pause to exchange thanks and praises with the staff members, declining any invitations to go out and eat afterwards but nobody took offense to that, they already knew your answer anyway. 

Despite being well known in the idol community for being energetic and sociable that persona couldn't be further from the truth. 

In reality, you’re an introverted mess who would rather stay locked away in your room and play games all day. Unfortunately you’re an idol but it pays well at least and you had some fun.

Unlocking the door leading to your changing room to get into more comfortable and less ‘hey i’m a famous idol’ clothes, you check your phone to reveal a bunch of notifications from Blue Nerd.

Scrolling through them as you get changed out of the tight fitting costume, you laugh at his freak out at the announcement of the music video, the word ‘traitor’ being said multiple times.

Leaving the building after nodding to the receptionist and saying a few goodbyes, you press the call button, lifting your phone up to your ear as you pull up the hood paired with a mask.

“I’m going to the ramen place near my work, do you want your usual?”

You continue on your usual route back home, listening to the faded background noise of the song you just recorded playing and quiet noises of a finger tapping to the beat.

“Idia..? Come on, you better not be serious about ignoring me.”

A moment of silence passes as you anxiously pace down the streets, underestimating the lengths your boyfriend would go to.

Until a familiar grumble was heard closer to the speaker now, and a familiar voice speaks from it.

“Traitor. Is this why you weren't able to do our daily farming sessions..”

You sigh, energy returning whenever you speak to him.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, and you always take care of my account whenever I'm busy with being a super cute idol”

His laugh cuts through the speaker at the high pitch tone you usually use for talking with fans and live videos.

 Another silence passes between you but it wasn't the uncomfortable one you got when he had intentionally ignored you.

“So what did you think of the song?”

You ask, curious for his reaction since this song was one that you worked the most on during the past few months.

“It’s a bit different from what you're usually known for but I liked it. The beat was smoothing and while the lyrics were cheesy it was..nice.”

A wave of relief passes through you and a breath you didn't know you were holding escaped.

 He liked the song, it was good. Great actually.

“A-anyways you were on about ramen, does that mean you're coming over?”

Entering the shop, you pass a nod to the owner who was already getting started on both of your usual orders, being a regular has its perks.

“I haven’t seen you in forever and I know you're dying to ramble about my song”-and to not make this more love cheesy-”nerd.”

Idia groans again embarrassed, you could imagine his face blooming a pretty shade of pink to match his hair. 

“Will you stay on call with me, just until I get home?”

A loud gasp shot through the speaker then silence again until you hear a familiar game loading in the background. 

A new update came out for it and you haven't had the time to check it out so Idia will probably commentate it for you as he plays through it.

“Sure, sure, sure… just until you get h-home.”

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[thewizardingpost]

Never a Burden 

poly!marauders x fem!reader 

summary ⤑ you get caught making out with James in the hallway causing you to face a punishment from the new headmaster. when the punishment turns out to be one that scars words into your skin after writing them down on paper–you try to hide it from the guys so as to not concern them.  warnings ⤑ 1.3k, suggestive (making out), established relationship, hurt/comfort, injury (r sustaining, tw blood), this is based off of Umbridge’s punishments for the students in Harry Potter’s time, this is my post (I just got a new account)

You’ve had a knack of getting in trouble. It’s unavoidable when you date three of the known pranksters at Hogwarts–not to mention it's worse when you’re the one initiating ideas. And somehow, even after the series of ones that you’ve done, you’ve never been in detention. It didn’t make much sense to you, but you never questioned it. You were happy with your clean track record–that soon or later got busted when the new headmaster came in.

You didn’t care too much about said news until her new rules came to affect you. You learned fast that her new rules were stricter and a whole lot less fun to deal with. 

There really wasn’t any reason why James had your bodies so close together in public like this. It wasn’t necessarily a rarity–you’ve shared moments in public similar to this–but you’ve never had it escalate to this point. He’s been kissing you breathless, lips back on yours just seconds after moving to breathe. His hands were resting on your waist, yours on his face–pulling his face closer to deepen said kiss. 

“Oh no, no, no,” an airy voice says, voice getting louder as she moves closer, “this will not do.”

The both of you are dragged away from one another, your back hitting a wall that was a few feet behind you. You looked to her, the new headmaster, and already began to wish for her leave. She had her wand stuck up like a priss, beady eyes motioning between the two of you. 

“Who initiated this downright outrageous act,” she asks, humming at the end when neither of you answer quick enough. 

James’ mouth had moved like he was going to answer but it froze when he heard you. 

“Me. I did, headmaster.” 

         “Mm, that's so. Come with me to my office, dear, you’ll be facing detention,” she says, giving James a look when he starts to defend you, “anyone else who wishes to do the same as these two, or question my motives, will also face detention.”

While following her to the office you mouthed at James, telling him you’ll be alright. Based on how the boys described it, you’ll just be sitting in silence for an hour–which is nothing to be afraid or concerned over. 

She opens the door to her office, pointing at a seat nearby. A desk sat in front, empty until she placed a pen and paper in front of you. 

“I want you to write down, ‘I will keep my distance.”

        “How many times?”

“Well let’s see. However many times it takes for the message to sink in?”

         “You haven’t given me any ink?”

“Oh, you won’t need any, dear.”

You almost roll your eyes, hand angling on the paper to begin writing out the suggested phrase. After a few words your hand began to itch, tingling and burning. Once the ‘e’ had finished drying on the paper, you gasped when you looked over to your hand to find the phrase etched into your skin. It burnt like hell, slight blood trickling out from the corner. You learned to not dig hard into the paper then. You tried to write softly, ink barely showing on the paper as it would help to not dig so deep into your skin in search of ink. After four you felt like crying, tears forming in your eyes and making it hard to see. She had noticed, putting the pen down and saying that it seems like you’ve learned your lesson before sending you out. 

You turned to the closest bathroom, running the cold water over your injury. Tears fell down your face as the blood mixed with the water, turning it red until it got washed out. There wasn’t a sure way of keeping this to yourself, but you wanted to try. The boys, and especially James, didn’t need to know the events that transpired. It’ll only concern them. You didn’t want to give them another thing to worry about, feeling like you’ve used up too many of those ‘worry over me’ cards this week. If the wounds worsen or if you’re able to go a few days–then you’ll tell them. 

Then it’ll be good enough of a reason to ‘burden them’ again. 

“Sweetheart,” James exclaims when he finds you outside of his dorm room, moving aside to let you in. 

          Sirius presses a kiss to your head when you come to sit by him, “how was your first time in detention, gorgeous.” 

You clenched your fingers over the fresh wounds, “it was fine, boring. I see why you all hate it.” 

They moved from it–something you wanted to happen–so why did it upset you? You want to keep it from them, you’ve already burdened them enough this week, they don’t need another moment where the focus is on you. 

You had stressed over a test recently, confiding in them about it. You fretted over your owl when he didn’t return around his usual timing, again confiding in them about it. You lost an item in their room, and they helped you search for it. You’ve done enough. 

“Dove,” Remus calls, walking towards you, “what’s that on your arm?” 

        “Paint,” you lie, but it came too sudden–and you were never good at lying to them.

He huffs, smiling at you, “still a terrible liar. Did you hurt yourself?”

You look over at Sirius immediately and by the look on your face, everyone knows the look to him first was intentional. He sits up, “Why’re you giving me that look?”

          “Don’t get mad.”

“What happened,” he demands, looking over at your shirt that’s discoloring more with each minute. 

          “The headmaster today gave a rather unruly punishment.”

That’s all you explain before pushing your sleeve down with reluctant energy. Remus holds under your wrist, thumb affectionately rubbing the non-wounded skin as he looks over the injury. James had gotten up from his space, moving to get a glimpse as well. 

“From now on, I’ll go if she ever calls us to her office again,” he claims, earning a look from everyone after.

        “That will not be happening,” Remus whispers, moving the two of you towards his bed so he can officially clean out the wound with items inside of his drawer.

“And why not? I agree with James. If something happens, I’ll take the blame,” Sirius proposes. 

        “Because we’ll find a way around her. We don’t need to be obvious buffoons,” you wince when Remus wraps just a bit too tight in one area. He apologizes sweetly to you before continuing, “While we’re at it we can send a letter to the rightful headmaster, let him know what’s going on because this is appalling.”

You know the two agree when they move on with the conversation. 

“Love,” James looks to you, “why were you trying to keep this a secret?” 

        “I felt as if I've burdened you all enough this week, and didn't want to overwhelm you.”

“That’s highly unlikely to ever happen. Do you even remember all of the times I’ve asked for help this week?” 

Sirius snorts at his remark, and James chooses to ignore it for now. 

“Don’t ever think that giving us an opportunity to love and support you will turn into an event where you believe you’ll drive us away. You’re not a burden.”

      “But we are,” Sirius says, standing up from the couch, “well we will be after we scare this headmaster back to where she came from because who the fuck uses a cursed pen for a punishment. All you were doing was making out.”

“Be nice Padfoot, maybe she got caught and wanted to recreate that scene to make herself feel better,” James comments, smiling when he hears you laugh. 

[wrenaspun]

Capri prompt: write us some porn. (Spanking, perhaps?)

A simple request, one would think! And yet, uh, this is not very porny and only alludes to spanking. Sorry anon... their hopeless vanilla nature came through too strongly. I AM going to try and get another fill out with more porn than this for you -

Laurent was very relaxed and his defences, his usual iron self-restraint, were reliably nonexistent after Damen had wrung a single orgasm from him, let alone three. He blamed this comfortable atmosphere for the fact that he asked, “How do you discipline slaves?” and then, seeing the familiar obstructive look on Damen’s face, amended the question: “How did you discipline slaves, when you had them?”

Damen calmed and considered this. Laurent stroked his fingers through dark curls, marvelling at their loveliness. “I didn’t really… I suppose I would tell them they had done poorly, if I thought so.”

Laurent looked at him incredulously. Damen offered, “I might speak to the trainer?”

Laurent said, “Damen.”

Damen was laughing at him. “Laurent. It would hardly be their own fault! That was the whole — that’s why we’re abolishing — why are you even asking this?”

Laurent, who had not even considered that the conversation might take this turn, found himself blank of any answer. “I,” he said, then shut his mouth.

Damen, who knew him far too well, was grinning up at him impudently. “Did you want me to be your unruly, impossible slave? I’m not opposed.”

“Of course you’re not,” Laurent muttered, feeling the flush creeping over his face, “you never are.”

“You could speak very sternly to someone about my behaviour while I weep piteously in the corner,” said Damen. He was battling valiantly with a smile which wanted to emerge at the corner of his mouth. As Laurent watched, the smile won. The room brightened.

“You couldn’t weep piteously if your life depended on it,” he managed.

“Well,” said Damen. “I could try.” And then: “Perhaps if you gave me five minutes alone beforehand, with an onion —”

Laurent pushed Damen off his lap and marched from the bed, pouring himself an unnecessary glass of water to the sound of Damen’s protests.

“But really, tell me,” said Damen, having rolled onto his stomach, now watching Laurent’s progress through the room with warm eyes. “What were you thinking about to ask that?” His brown eyes were so gorgeous in the candlelight, warm and wide. Laurent’s skin felt shivery and bright, ecstatic to be looked at. He couldn’t talk. Damen took mercy on him and asked, “How do Veretians punish their pets?”

“Many ways,” said Laurent. “It depends on the employer. I — spanking. Caning.” He did not say whipping. “Chastity. Humiliation. It’s not all — I mean, some pets act out deliberately to provoke it. For fun. The only real punishment is to terminate the contract. Theoretically.” While the monetary incentive was there, plenty of pets would put up with activity they didn’t enjoy and didn’t want. It was a problem they were still trying to find a solution for.

Damen was watching him carefully. Laurent regretted getting out of bed: everything was easier to talk about when he had Damen by his side, within touching distance, but it felt somehow strange to go to him now, the timing awkward.

“Did you want,” Damen said; his tone said much more, “to try any of that?”

Laurent bit his lip. It was his own fault, he acknowledged, for starting this conversation with an imprecision to his language which left his ultimate meaning ambiguous. He’d thought Damen would appreciate that; Akielons were so fond of leaving every part of their bedplay to allusion. He had seen Makedon call for the recitation of a poem the other day about flowers that had had every grown man in the hall blushing.

“I was thinking,” pushing the words out, “you might want it the other way around,” he said. “To do to me.”

“Well, not while you look like that talking about it,” said Damen. “Come back to bed, sweetheart.”

Laurent did, too relieved even to feel self-conscious. Damen made a small noise as he tucked their bodies together again, and Laurent realised that the evening air was cool, that his body had grown chilled while they spoke.

“It’s not like that,” he said to the sheets. “Whatever I — looked like — it wasn’t because —”

Damen hummed easily when the words fell away, his body a lovely warm reassurance beside Laurent’s. It was impossible to be truly nervous in bed together, with the blankets drawn snugly over them, sharing body heat. “Why wouldn’t you want to do that to me?”

Laurent looked up at him disbelievingly. And then, when this did not seem to yield understanding, said, “I think I’ve done enough to you for one lifetime.”

Damen blinked down at him and rubbed one hand along Laurent’s tight spine. “I thought this was meant to be for fun.”

“Even in fun,” said Laurent. And then, “Don’t talk. Don’t look at me like that. Tell me you’ll think about it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Damen promised obligingly. And then he kissed Laurent so sweetly that it was impossible not to arch up into it, to press their bodies together as close as they would go, and then even closer, leaving words behind them.

[malinowaj]

2024 fandom review

thank you for the tag @nerdyfangirl76 and @almostlake 💜

warning: this got really long

fics written

in 2024, i posted 3 finished fics and one currently on-going WIP. in total that was 122,542 words and i keep looking at that number in complete disbelief.

i started the year by saying, multiple times, i'm not going to write anything because it's been nearly a decade since i wrote for fun. then i had an idea and was all "well, maybe if i wrote this one short thing, posted it and then dipped never to be seen again". insert my friend laughing at me at regular intervals because we all know that's not what happened.

always losing to win is very dear to me, for several reasons, and it'll never stop blowing my mind how many people have read it and been on that journey with me.

fics read

my AO3 history is about 300 fics, but i did not sort out my logins until months into the year, so the actual number is probably somewhere closer to 350.

i tried to pick a few favourite fics i read and limiting myself to just these is hard. i regret to say none of these have received the praise, comments and love from me that they deserve, because it took me months to get over my comment shyness. but i hope this makes up for it a bit. (new year's resolution: more comments for everyone.) in alphabetical order by title:

almost is never enough by @in-amor-veritas

there's a scene in this with kent's 747 that i have the strongest, plot-wise most insignificant headcanon about and i think about it every time i hear the song. which is often. and then i end up thinking about the whole story.

another dose by stargazers

it's such a beautiful version of wilmon, because it's so them. and it's hot.

chasing our sunlight by fitz_y

if there ever was a fic that lives rent free in my head, it's this. the way it deals with so many heavy topics has made me cry, but it's such an incredibly crafted story i come back to it often.

forever i'm yours by @goldenwilmon

the way the fall in love in this one? hands down one of my favourites ever. whenever i need some fluff and happiness in my life, this is the one i go for.

little light by @unfortunate17

possibly one of the first, if not the first, wilmon fic i read in 2024. it broke something in me, but also healed something in me.

reckless abandon by @zee-has-commitment-issues

i absolutely love the concept and the way all the characters are so well-rounded. one of the fics i could not stop reading and can't wait to read again.

so loaded, eye low by @enjoythesilentworld

the chemistry, the angst. the sweet, delicious angst. and hot as hell.

where be left off by @gulliblelemon

the best way for me to fight some physical pain? some emotional pain. and this one has it, in the best, most beautiful way. very few fics have i devoured like i did this one.

the wolf comes home by @phneltwrites

after months, i still keep thinking about a particular line in this one. the trauma aftermath, the way they deal with it. also my favourite established relationship wilmon.

looking forward to in 2025

i can't wait to read and see all the amazing fics and gifs and edits and everything this fandom comes up with. i already know there'll be so many wonderful things i'll enjoy.

as for my own writing, i'm trying to get a good chunk of hope and legacy written before the insanity that'll be my life from late january to the end of february. (no context chapter 4 spoiler: simon steals a flag.)

there is also in from the cold, the espionage AU i have about 10K written for - and that's barely the beginning. i don't know if it'll ever see the light of day, but i do love the concept and all the research i've done for it.

i have been thinking about space wilmon lately, and while i said i'm not going to go down that road myself, i did remember a few lines from record of a spaceborn few that may have sparked an idea. it might become something one day, or it might never be more than the few disjointed lines and ideas i have typed in my notes.

there's also a file with a list of songs that i might want to build stories around. in general i have a lot of ideas, but very few of them might become anything. i'd like to put it down as "english is not my first language so writing is slow" thing, and while it is that too, it's mostly me being a perfectionist and not able to let go. (which is why i should probably have a beta telling me 'this is fine, go post it'. if anyone feels up for doing that...)

the biggest, warmest thank you to everyone who's read anything i've written, left kudos or comments, sent messages, in any way engaged. it has made my year, and this fandom experience so special 💜

not tagging anyone, but if any of the authors i mentioned haven't done this yet and would like to, i'd love to read your reviews.

[shiny-jr]

Recently I read the Ignihyde chapter of Damnation, and I wanted to start by saying I really enjoyed the read! I'm already a big fan of your writing, and the chapter had multiples points where I was worried for the MC (though a lot of the time I just wanted them to stand up for themself, lol). I think the way Idia was written was really interesting, and it's fun seeing the cockier(?) side of him, if that makes sense. I was wondering while reading though, what was the thought process behind making MC one of the imps? I don't mean this in a bad way, I think it was a perfect way to explore a different personality for the MC, but I wondered why you decided on Panic instead of Meg? If it were me, I would probably end up defaulting to replacing Meg- 1) Because I prefer characters like her and 2) Because the imps probably wouldn't even cross my mind. I'd like to hear your thoughts and reasons behind this decision! Take care!

I've very glad you enjoyed the read! As for why this Imp!MC is the way they are well, that's just cause I wanted them like that. Let's be honest and consider the situation, how many people would stand up for themselves in their position? Certainly not everyone. Some, yes, but not all. It's likely that some of the other MCs of the series would have stood up for themselves, but Imp!MC isn't like that. Hopefully it wasn't annoying?

As for Idia... Hot take, y'all. I'm about to say it. I'm tired of nervous stuttering Idia. I said it. The dude has so much potential, so much attitude and hidden arrogance that we usually don't see, but it's certainly there, and I wanted to explore that. And, well, considering the fact that his role in Damnation is literal a god, it provided the perfect opportunity.

Now, back to MC. Why make them an imp? Well, because it's fun. How generic is the idea of placing them in Meg's role? It's quite a common one, and I believe I've done it before in another quiz that's so old and probably really bad that I refuse to actually look at it again, but I digress.

The purpose of the MCs is that they are not good people. Meg, while starting out as a villain, does eventually switch sides. So besides the idea of the MC being Meg is kinda basic, I just didn't want the MC to be on the "good" side. I love Meg as a character, but yeah, I just wasn't for the idea of implementing the MC into her role.

[futurewriter2000]

Favours

pt. 1

A/N: I AM BACK! For a while, I guess. I should have been studying statistics but this is just more fun. I am back from the dead however and I am back to writing. New Years resolutions and such. Well, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I decided to do it. I wanted to do a one part but I just can't because... well, things took a turn lmao. Hope you like it!

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader

REQUEST: hi! this is my first time requesting anything so like hello. hru. anyways i wanted to request a sirius black x reader where the reader and sirius are best friends but the reader has feelings for him and confesses. but then sirius doesn't feel the same way at the time. but then he starts to fall in love with her and he feels kinda stupid i guess lmao, for not accepting the confession

XX

It was not every day classes got cancelled, but today seemed to be a good day after all. You slept in and spent most of your morning in your bed doing absolutely nothing. You haven't even cleaned your room, nor yourself and it was already 2pm but like you thought before, it's not every day classes get cancelled. Not that you had a lot of homework to be done, but still, you just wanted to take some rest.

Hogwarts was your home. More than the place you go to every holidays and summer vacation. The sound of rain and boys imitating airplanes was the one thing that made you believe you really were experiencing a good time. Mostly because hearing boys be boys was making you laugh all the time. It was why you hung out with most of them.

But not today. Today you have been just inside your own comfort zone.

---

"And where the hell have you been?!" a boy has shouted from the other side of the class as you entered into his eyesight.

"Heaven and beyond." you stretched your arms and smiled. "Best day ever."

"I sent you like a million letters and all I get back was a 'nah'?" he glared at you.

"What did you expect? A whole essay?" you sat next to him and said hi to the rest of the group. "Plus I heard you boys from the other side of the dormitory. You haven't missed me at all."

"You think I need you to enjoy my time?"

"No. I think you need me to have the best time of your life, not only enjoy." you grinned at him, hugging your books and knocking his shoulder as you made your way to your seat. You plopped yourself down and smiled at the empty board. It felt like a breath of fresh air to be rested and back at the classroom- even if it was only for one day.

He plopped himself next to you and tried to push you off your chair but you only pushed back. It was an already won war- he was absolutely stronger than you and both of you knew it, he just liked to pretend that you have a shot. With a wink, he pushed you off your chair but caught you by the arm to pull you back up before your bottom left the chair. Laughter filled the competitive void between the two of you and he just leaned to you and whispered. "I missed you... even if it was for a day." his eyes glinted with overjoy and you felt a familiar sensation in your stomach.

Anxiety? Or butterflies...? Never-the-less, it made you happy and uncomfortable at the same time.

"Have you really?" you eyed him, half joking, half serious.

"Between you and me?" he eyed you back, matching your energy and tensing the air between the two of you. "You were on my mind all day."

You stared at him lustfully and he pretty much did the same but that air was quickly cut by the entrence of the professor. The two of you continued to stare at each other and all that came to your mind was the words 'I love you so much, you don't even know.'. But those words could and should not be ever spoken out loud. Never.

It drove you insane though, every moment of it. Every single interaction with him for the past year since he has grown taller and muscular, his bone structure defined and his hair longer. His confidence rose with passing time but you never wanted to admit it to yourself. It was no denying it- for the past year, you had been pinning over this boy like a lost puppy and it showed more, day by day.

Did he know?

Was he playing with you? - No, he wasn't the one to play games with you. Not ever.

But maybe if you grew some balls and confess, maybe he did feel the same way? He surely acted like he did.

---

The next day there was a whole group of you in the common room, far from the fireplace. There were only two lamps bringing light to the table where some were reading, some were writing homework and some were just playing cards to pass the time. The rain was just as common as the mist and the darkness loomed over all the students and their moods for the past day. Though it as almost night and you couldn't help yourself but to stare at him over your crossword puzzle

He was sitting on the sofa by the lamp and it absolutely threw perfect shade of light onto his dark features. His eyes disappeared with the light but his dark eyelashes and his dark eyebrows brought out the sharp tones to his face.

Maybe he likes you too? - you thought for a moment. You drew your foot to his thigh and poked it gently.

He raised his finger as he continued to read the last paragraph of his book and slowly looked at you with a lovely smile. "Yes, sweet soul."

"Do you want to go get some snacks from the kitchen?" you asked, leaning the crossword puzzle over your nose and peering over it.

He tilted his head sweetly and smiled. "I would love too."

"Bring me some dry apple slices." said James without looking up from his homework.

"Dry apple slices? What are you? A deer?" said Sirius, grinning mischiviously at him.

James raised his head slowly, his eyebrows drew together in an annoyed look. "For your information, I have to keep an athletic build for Quidditch."

"I'd like some dark chocolate." said Remus.

"Bring me some coconut cookies." Peter added.

"I would love some refreshing lemonade." added Lily.

"What am I? Your bartender?" you asked and they all smiled.

"There's two of you with two perfectly working hands, so I'd say get creative." James winked. "And don't do something stupid." he added.

You rolled your eyes and Sirius flipped him off, but as you walked in front of Sirius, your smile broadened.

The two of you walked out of the room and into the cooled off hallway. Your cheeks lit up from the previous heat and the sudden cold. His cheeks did exactly the same and it looked wonderfully aesthetic on him- or those were just your rose-colored glasses.

He bumped into you playfully, his arms tucked into his sweatpants. You bumped back, smiling. Your stomach twisted inside of you, churning from anxiety and you couldn't even stop what happened next.

"Hey Sirius." you stopped and he made a few steps forward before turning around for you. His eyes were tired, but they always looked at you so lovingly. As if he just adored you so much. You looked away for a moment, playing with your fingers, but there was something in his eyes that felt so safe. "We're friends, right?"

"Best." he swang his feet forward, grinning. He stopped less than an inch away from you. He put his hands on your shoulders. "Aren't you cold?" he rubbed his hands down your arms.

You chuckled and looked up at him. "Have you ever thought... that we could be more than best friends?" you continued to smile, biting your lip out of habit.

His hands fell back to his side and his smile faded. It was like a shot to the chest for you because you knew that whatever he decided to say next wasn't going to sound great for your ears. He was already further away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"(y/n)..." he dragged your name from his mouth awkwardly.

"Oh..." was all that you said. "I just thought..."

"No..." he continued in the same akward tone as he said your name before. "I don't see you that way."

"Oh..." you looked away, feeling something rise up from your stomach to your throat. "I think I'm going to be sick..." you said outloud to yourself.

"It's not that anything is wrong with you- you're amazing." he came to your aid as you turned around and hugged your arms. "Really amazing- I just never thought- I never- I..." he started to lose words to say. "I didn't know you liked me like that..." he finished, looking at the floor and sighing.

"It's fine." you forced a smile, though your eyes continued to glisten but you hadn't shed a tear... not yet at least. "Let's just get those crackheads their food and forget this ever happened- PAL!" you hit his shoulder- stronger than you anticipated.

You walked in front of him, looking up at the ceiling an preventing your tears to fall from your eyes. Though your eyes were completely soaked in tears, your throat was too dry to say anything.

The rest of the trip, the two of you spent in silence. Coming back, the two of you plopped back to your own seats and picked up where you left off.

The others didn't even notice. James was already melting with the table, his eyes barely opened meanwhile the others just got stuck in a deep conversation.

---

You couldn't handle the embarrassment of it. You couldn't face him, and when you did it was like a breathless hiccup that made you hold your breath for a little too much. Your eyes would just look at each other for a while, but both of you couldn't say a word.

Slowly, the others started to realize the awkward tension and you couldn't really know, if Sirius told them or not. You didn't tell anybody. You kept the embarrassment to yourself and if you did tell somebody, well,.., your friends are his friends and everything comes around so easily.

And it happened so innocently- when you started to distance yourself from the group. You've tried to keep your cool, but it was as if they knew. You couldn't be sure of it, but there was a feeling that loomed. The way they quieted around you- when suddenly the silence became too loud. You've tried to be yourself, but it just didn't matter and slowly but surely, you pulled away and it felt lonely.

You felt furious at yourself. If only you could have kept it to yourself but then you would have been blinded by love all this time- so as badly as it was, it was also liberating to do it. You've also noticed that most of them pulled to his side- even though there was no fight, no drama, just a casual conversation between two friends.

Remus was the most normal. You could have seen it in his eyes, but where there was Remus, there was James and nobody could really talk about what really happened, even though everybody wanted to know.

Sirius could see it in your mood. He could notice the way you held yourself. He noticed the faded smile, but it didn't feel like heartbreak, more like disappointment. He didn't want the friendship to end, he didn't think it would, even after the conversation that was held, he thought the two of you could pretend that nothing happened but it was as if somebody shot a bullet through his head and now he had nothing to say to you. He felt as if anything he would do, would indicate to you that he might like you and he didn't want that. He didn't like you.

So you pulled away and Sirius... he missed you. He saw you less and less, day by day.

He had his friends. He did.. but the conversations he had with them were different than with you. The energy shifted and he felt safe and comfortable with you in a way, he didn't with his friends.

So, his mood changed as well but contrast to you, he hid it well. So when you saw him all chirpy and as if nothing really changed, you felt your mood lower.

You made your way to them with a big force pulling you back. Every step... counted to another step to...

"Hey (y/n)!" somebody called out your name and you turned around to see, who might be.

You turned to your table, but you saw no Gryffindor calling your name. He called your name again and you realised it came from the other table.

To your absolute surprise it was- "Nott?" your eyebrows furrowed.

You didn't dislike Nott, but you neither not disliked him. He was nice to you- as nice as Slytherins can be. He was a handsome boy though. His dark hair was slicked back, long strands of gelled hair falling over his forehead.

"Can I ask a favor from you?" his smile was broad and white. He had almost perfect teeth, but the horrible gossip you heard of him, even those perfect teeth could not make you like him.

"I don't remember doing any favors from you." your eyes furrowed. "I don't even remember if you acknowledged my existence in all seven years." you kept your eyebrows furrowed.

His eyes sparkled when you had said that and he quickly got up. "I know... I apologise for that but-" he looked around, his friends giving the same mischivious grin as he did. "Let us talk somewhere else." he threw his hand over your shoulder casually but you quickly gave him a look that made him remove it.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?" as the two of you walked further from the group. "I don't trust you." you kept your voice serious and low.

His face changed immediately. It wasn't so confident and mischivious. It was worriesome and... nervous?

He was tall but not as lanky. His black jacket and slicked back hair, his eyes dark as the darkest shade of brown can get stopped sparkling. It almost made you let your guard down.

"It's embarrassing to ask you this..." he started and your crossed your arms over and leaned back, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. "My dad... he works with yours."

"I know that."

"I know..."

"And your father is respected in the community."

"Meaning he's a rich pureblood in your language." you snarked back and his eyes looked at you, wide and then they narrowed.

"You know what... forget it." his voice lowered into a stern, sharp tone. "I really thought you were different than those sore losers, you hang out with."

"Are you really calling my friends sore losers when trying to get a favor from me?" you scoffed.

He turned around and slicked back his hair.

He walked very fast to you and stopped a breath away. You could smell his cologne and you could almost feel his heartbeat through the air. "Are they really your friends? Because friends don't treat you the way they do for the past few weeks."

You felt speechless but you also felt frozen by his presence. "I didn't want to ignore your existance. I prayed 7 years ago that the Sorting Hat would bring you to our table but the moment you chose their company, you turned into them."

You felt guilty by that... it did happen like that but you were 11 years old and desperate for a group to belong to. So you did what every kid does- you blended.

"Why did you want me to be sorted to your house?" you whispered and his eyes focused on yours.

"Why do you think?" he whispered lower than you.

"HEY!" there was a shout behind him and in a flash, those brown eyes disappeared from your view.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, turnedh him around and threw a fist his way.

Nott flew the other way and you looked in front who it was- contrast to Nott's dark, there was a pair of light eyes, burning with fire. He looked at you, eyes wide and worried. "Are you okay?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!" you shouted and rushed to Nott's aid. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU PUNCH HIM?!" you shouted.

"He was cornering you."

"He was not cornering me!!" you shouted back, lifting Nott's pretty face. No blood, just a slowly appearing swollen lump on his cheek. You turned sharply back at Sirius, James and Remus, even Peter standing behind him. "We were just talking!" you snarled back. "Are you okay?" you turned back to Nott, who was only smiling.

"I'm perfect, Love." he said back as he started to get up. "Quite a throw there, Black."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you threw fire his way.

"I was protecting you!" Sirius shouted back but you only felt more furious by the second.

"Fuck you!" you flipped him off and walked away with Nott. "Let's put some cold on that."

---

You sat in the Slytherin common room. Your legs were up on the armchair with you and you faced Nott on the two-seat couch, looking at you with a bag of peace on his cheek.

For a moment, you thought the Slytherins liked the cold but the room was rather cold and the silver-green tones gave a nice silhouette to the area. It was like this invisible veil that oozed you to serenity. Time felt as if it didn't exist.

"Is there a charm in the room?" you asked eventually and Nott smiled.

"No, not really... or if there is nobody really told us about it but it's nice." he answered.

"Not too shabby." you shrugged casually, though you felt quite impressed by it.

He chuckled, leaning forward and looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry about the... you know... my loser friends." you bit your lip and he looked up with his dark eyes.

"So now you admit they're losers?" he raised an eyebrow.

"About what they did without reason, I'm willing to call them that for this exception."

He kept watching you for a long pause at the end of your sentence. "I don't think there was no reason." he said and leaned back on the couch. "There was definitely a reason." he stretched.

"Like what?"

"Like that Black has the hots for you."

You bulged your eyes and laughed. "Hah! No... no he doesn't." you shook your head in disbelief.

"Oh, yeah? So there is just no way that he punched me when he saw me leaning close to you?"

"There is no way, yes." you admitted and he observed carefully.

He could see your face force a smile but there was something shameful behind it. So he shook his head and chuckled lightly.

"That's why then..." he said and broadened his smile.

"What do you mean?"

"You told him you fancied him and he rejected you." he blurted out.

Your eyebrows narrowed and you felt your guard build up immediately. "Excuse me."

"Oh, come on. It's written all over you."

"How would you even conclude all of that from my face?"

"Because I fancied you since the First Year and I thought I never stood a chance to Sirius Black- because from the way I saw it, you and him were like meant to be at some point. But it's been what? Seven years and he rejected you?"

You felt your cheeks burn up. "You fancied me?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely." he said as a matter a fact and you sat there quietly. He gazed at you for a moment. "How about... I do you a favor and you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"I show you that he fancies you and you help me with my father situation." his eyes shimmered in the light, his light red bruise matching his perfect dark brown pallete and let's be honest... how would you not be intrigued.

[rweoutofthewoods]

Hi Mere I don't want to imply anything but I'm worried that your new relationship stopped helping you be creative and put out updates. Is your fiance not letting you write? I'm concerned about you.

Look, i appreciate your concern and I’m sure you have good intentions but let me set you straight.

I met my fiancé through writing. we used to write together every single night. They’ve been nothing but my biggest fan, my biggest supporter, the person I can turn to for honest and kind feedback. When I was writing Youngblood and I wrote a chapter I absolutely HATED it was them who encouraged me to rework it into something I was proud of and who didn’t let me give up and just hate myself for it.

And when I said I wanted to stop writing for a while let me tell you there was a big silence and they gave me a look of horror and asked if I was okay because YEAH, it’s very unlike me.

But first I want to say, that just because you guys have known about my relationship for a little while doesn’t mean that’s as long as it’s existed. I was happily in this relationship when I was pumping out 3 chaps a week, and I’m happily in it now that I’m posting 0.

The honest truth is I’m burnt the fuck out. I don’t want to write because I have zero interest in it right now. It doesn’t make me happy, I’m not motivated or burning to do it like I used to be. I wrote nonstop through my last two years of college, through graduating, through working a terrible food service job post grad, living in constant dread of what came next. I’m just burnt out. I’ve been pumping out jegulus nonstop since 2022, ofc I was going to lose steam and move away from it eventually.

Im just busy and tired! I’m moving in a few months, I have a full time job now, I go to work at 8am and come home at 5 or 6 and I don’t want to write. I want to spend time with my family or my friends or my fiancé. In December I worked for 17 days straight without a day off, I needed a break! And when I want comfort and happiness I don’t have to turn to writing to find it.

I’m mentally at the best I have been in a very long time, and I don’t need to write like someone has a gun to my head to cope anymore. I had a very unhealthy and obsessive relationship with writing. And I always joked when people asked how I wrote so much that it was mental illness. But it wasn’t really a joke, I was unwell and coping with fanfic. So while I’m sure some of you may be sad to see my writing slow, I hope you’re happy for me because it’s a good thing!! I want to heal my relationship with writing and I want it to be something I simply do for fun, not something to fill some hole inside of me.

So while I’m sure you mean well, I just want to remind you guys that you see a very small piece of my life and my relationship. So I’d appreciate not making assumptions 🩷

[chaifootsteps]

A few days ago there was one anon who complained about the tonal whiplash of Helluva Boss, and how "it's can't be Invader Zim meets Pride and Prejudice!" to which you said that words can't describe how you feel you need an actual Invader Zim meets Pride and Prejudice.

... And honestly I thought the same thing, as the idea hasn't left my head since. So I decided "screw it, I'm writing this as a pilot/series" because I love this idea too much to abandon to the Ether of the Unused.

The basic idea is that an eccentric but egotistical alien is on a scouting mission to invade Earth (still deciding on a name, but personality-wise think Zim's ego fused with Professor Membrane and I guess a bit of Bill Cipher). While many in the MC's society resort to violently destroying planets they conquer due to thinking it's fun. the MC decides to try an approach of going undercover in disguise to better exploit physical/psychological human weaknesses. The MC can perfectly appear human (aside from some occasional slip-ups), but when it comes to human customs and mannerisms he really just has to muddle through it on his own with mixed results.

Much like Dib, one human in particular comes to realize the MC is an alien, and while they're a budding scientist invested in stopping the invasion, they also become more and more intrigued by their alien rival, with them having an enemies-to-frenemies (maybe more, eventually, haven't decided) dynamic.

Tone-wise it would be similar to Gravity Falls, where it's largely comedic but knows when to get serious when the time calls for it (the MC and rival's dynamic, the exploration of social hierarchy with the alien society's structure vs. the rival character having some struggles in life and feeling both horrified and enthralled by what the MC's science and status allows for, elements of their beliefs, etc.)

As a side note, I haven't decided what gender the human rival is going to be yet. Part of me leaning toward them being a woman to strengthen the Darcy-Elizabeth parallels, but if I were to make them a man then I could go wth a ZADR (Zim and Dib Romance)-coded dynamic without any of the age-gap problematic stuff that IZ shipping poses, as in this both characters would be college-aged if not mid-20's.

Also, here's my an attempt at a makeshift title card. It's not final by any means, as I'm still debating on the color of their home planet because I don't want it to look too Irk-adjacent at all, but it gets the job done. Title's a working title as well, as I feel it's too long and too goofy but I kind of like it. "Unearthly Opponent" is another contender, but I like the title layout of this one better.

Words fail to express how much I need this. Somebody fund this.

[bruhnze]

Personal Records - Chapter 5

Summary: (this chapter took me a MONTH to write and its still bad) basically this is the evening after Chapter 4. Personal Records Masterlist.

Warnings: smut.

Wc: 17k

The party had been perfect, just the way Lucy liked it. Not too crowded, just an evening with the people she cared about most in her life. Of course, her brother and sister and their families hadn’t been able to make it, but aside from them everyone she loved had been there.

After an evening full of catching up with everyone and celebrating her birthday, the guests had slowly trickled out one by one. It was late, rudely late, and the house had quieted down more and more. Lucy’s parents had gone to bed, taking Lucas with them, who had technically been supposed to be asleep for hours. Oliver had managed to convince his cousins to beg with him for a sleepover and had gone home with uncle Joan a while ago.

Just now Lucy had shut the door behind Soph and her latest man. They saw the guy every now and then, and he seemed nice enough. Ona and her sometimes joked that Sophia had been single for too long to tolerate another person in her life permanently, but maybe this one would stick, who knew.

Now there were just four guests left; two other couples with who they had become close friends during her and Ona’s early years of living here - Carmen and Rosa, and Sonia and Elena.

Carmen, in particular, had become one of Lucy’s closest friends after starting work at one of Lucy’s gyms years ago. These days, Carmen managed her own branch and had contributed to the growth of Bronze Fitness Forge a lot.

They’d met Sonia and Elena through Ona selling them a house and having a couple dinners in the process. After a couple months of knowing both, they had introduced the two couples to eachother and ever since they had a fun friend group with regular meet ups. Well.. to be fair, they had been lacking a little bit these last months, everyone was just so busy.

The house was messy in the aftermath of the celebration. The six of them lounged on the couches around the coffee table in the main living room. A couple of bottle’s nice wine were within reach, blankets were draped over their laps as they chatted and laughed around while watching Lucy unwrap her birthday presents.

“Okay, next one,” Lucy said, reaching for a medium-sized box wrapped with a green bow around it. She opened it, and set it down before holding up a knitted plaid. “Ooooh, this is lovely. Who’s this from?” she asked, reaching for the card that was in the box as well.

“It’s from us,” Rosa said, leaning further against Carmen, “to be real with you, we really didn’t know what to give you,’’ she chuckled, ‘’but it’s a blanket from Egyptian cotton.”

“It feels nice, I love it. Thank you both,” Lucy said with a warm smile, running her fingers over the soft material of the new blanket. She adjusted the one that had been covering both her and Ona, gently tucking it snugly around just Ona instead. Then, she unfolded her new blanket, draping it over herself before she reached for the next present.

Ona glanced at Lucy, a small pout tugging at her lips by this action. She didn’t say anything though—she just watched Lucy unwrap the next present quietly.

Lucy unwrapped an expensive set of kitchen knifes.

“Ohhh, we can put those in the guesthouse,” Ona said, scooting closer and slipping under Lucy’s new blanket with her. She nestled back into Lucy’s side, her legs sliding over one of Lucy’s as she reclaimed her place.

 “Or,” Lucy said, “we put ours in the guesthouse and keep these here. It’s a nice set.” She set it next to the couch near the other presents she’d unpacked.

Ona nodded, her head settling naturally against Lucy’s shoulder as Lucy leaned back into the couch. It wasn’t until a quiet moment passed that Lucy noticed the way Ona’s fingers fidgeted slightly, seeking hers. A smile spread across Lucy’s face as recognized Ona’s need for nearness, she reached for Ona’s hand, threading their fingers together. Her thumb brushed soothingly over Ona’s knuckles.

“What’s next?” Elena asked impatiently, her voice slightly slurred from the wine. She leaned forward, eyes bright with tipsy excitement, thoroughly enjoying the unwrapping chaos.

Lucy laughed at her friend’s enthusiasm, but she had to admit, this was fun. She let Ona’s hand loose again and leaned forward, “Hmm, let’s see,” she murmured, reaching for a smaller present wrapped in bright pink paper. The tag caught her eye immediately, a very recognizable handwriting said xx Soph.

“Another one?” she mused aloud, recalling the earlier gift from Sophia, that had been a great gift, it was a book she’d been wanting to read. “I knew she couldn’t keep it normal for a year. Bet there’s something silly in here.” Lucy shook her head sighing exaggeratedly.

She tore the wrapping and braced herself for whatever quirky gift Sophia had came up with this time, she kind of had a habit of giving weird gifts, it was sweet thought, she put time and effort into it, but Lucy knew better then to open Soph’s presents infront of family.

Inside was a small box with bold, cheeky lettering. It was black with pink and gold, a little too tacky for her taste. She frowned, turning it over in her hands, it looked like a game. Definitely a eighteen and up game, if she was to judge by the drawn pictures and quotes on the box.

“What is it?” Elena asked, leaning over with curiosity.

Lucy blushed and looked up, ‘’ehhh.’’

Sonia plucked the box from Lucy’s hands before she could protest and read aloud. “101 Cards of Spicy Questions: Get to know your friends in a whole new way.’’ She chuckled, ‘’Ranked from number 1, ‘Least Spicy,’ to number 101, ‘Most Spicy.’ Perfect for an unforgettable night of laughter, blushing, and surprising dirty revelations you’d never expect from your friends.”

“Oh my god, Soph,” Lucy groaned, slapping her forehead dramatically.

The group burst into laughter.

Sonia opened the box and inside was a note, she read that one out loud too, “A little college game for the person who thinks she’s forever 21, happy birthday mate.”

Another ripple of laughter sounded through the room.

“Crazy Soph,” Carmen chuckled. After these years, their friends had gotten to know Ona’s PA too, and during one particular late night, they’d even been treated to some of the outrageous stories about what Soph had endured when, the lovebirds, as she called them, had first gotten together. Most memorably, there was the infamous Paris incident, where she’d carried on a conversation with her boss, while she was... occupied otherwise.

Sonia took the cards out and handed them to Elena, who started flipping through them with a growing smirk. ‘’Number 8.’’ She took the card from the stack, ‘’Do you ever sleep naked? If so do you have a story to tell about it? For example: Someone woke you up and saw you.’’

‘’Was all that on the card?’’ Ona asked, ‘’or did you add that example?’’ she chuckled.

‘’No, it was on the card.’’ Elena said, ‘’look.’’ She leaned over her wife and handed the card to Ona and Lucy.

Ona took the card and read it too. Lucy groaned, covering her face. “You’re not actually thinking about playing that, are you?” She asked.

Rosa chuckled and answered even though Lucy had been asking Ona. “Why not? Could be fun Lucía, what’s the harm?”

‘’If Soph ever hears about this she’d get way too happy with herself.’’ Lucy shook her head as she leaned back in the couch. ‘’Besides, there’s more presents to unwrap.’’

‘’Ahh let’s play, babe,’’ Ona said cheekily, looking at Lucy while she handed the card to Sonia who was now holding the cards.

Carmen leaned forward, setting her wine glass back on the table, “See, Ona wants to play too, come on.’’ She nagged.

Everyone joined in, trying to convince Lucy.

‘’Guys, are we seriously going to play a game that says spicy questions, and question eight is ‘do you sleep naked’,’’ She laughed, looking at her wine glass before taking another sip.

“Speaking of spicy questions…” Carmen said, her voice taking on a teasing tone, clearly emboldened by all the alcohol she’d consumed. “Did the birthday girl get properly celebrated yesterday? Or does that kind of thing not happen anymore after eight years?”

Laughter rippled through the group.

Lucy’s gaze flicked to Ona, and the two shared a look. A small, self-satisfied smirk tugged at Lucy’s lips, though she didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Yeah, she’d gotten birthday sex, and it had been damn good. Still, the directness of Carmen’s question made her stomach flutter with embarrassment.

“Well, it worked out in the end,” Ona said, referring to the chaotic start of their morning the day before.

Ona didn’t mind talking about her intimate life. Lucy knew it, she knew Ona had friends she told everything to, in great detail even. But that weren’t really these friends, well, at least Lucy didn’t think so. Well, maybe with Rosa or Sonia. She actually didn’t really want to think about that, it was a little out of her comfort zone for other to know details like that about her, well, their intimate life.

“What happened?” Sonia asked, her curiosity piqued just like the other three women waiting for Ona to elaborate.

Ona glanced at Lucy, checking for any sign that she should hold back. But Lucy gave her a small shrug, the faintest nod of permission. Taking that as permission, Ona grinned while she told the story. “Well I woke her up in the morning,” she began, nudging Lucy playfully with her elbow, earning a round of chuckles. “But before we could even get started, we got interrupted because Lucas wet the bed.”

“Oh, brutal!” Sonia groaned, shaking her head laughingly but sympathetic.

“Classic,” Rosa added with a laugh.

“But we made up for it later,” Ona continued with a nonchalant shrug. “We let the boys have a sleepover in the guesthouse with grandma and grandpa.”

The group erupted into laughter again, and Lucy felt her cheeks heat up, the attention making her squirm slightly.

“Lucy, don’t get shy on us now,” Elena teased. “Especially since we’re definitely playing this game.”

Ona chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Lucy’s shoulder. “L'anglesa és vergonyosa,” she teased softly in Catalan, the one language only five out of the six women in this room knew. (tr: the English women is prude)

Lucy frowned, narrowing her eyes at Ona. She didn’t understand the words, but she could guess the tone and she knew by the look on Ona’s face that she was being mocked.

“Ah, come on, Bronzey,” Carmen chimed in, using Lucy’s gym nickname. “Don’t chicken out, it’s just a game.” She said, knowing Lucy was easily egged on.

Lucy rolled her eyes, a wry smile breaking through. “Alright, alright,” she muttered, shaking her head, though she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Sharing details wasn’t really the ending to the evening she’d envisioned, but she didn’t want to seem boring, so she guessed she was doing this now, especially as Ona didn’t seem to be phased at all.

Carmen leaned back with a triumphant smile, clearly pleased with herself.

Lucy sat a bit stiffly, still adjusting to the idea of this game. It wasn’t like her to open up like this, not in a group setting. Sure, she could share the occasional thing with Carmen one-on-one, but yet, as uncomfortable as it was, she couldn’t deny there was also a thrill to it.

“We could do the ‘if you don’t want to answer, you drink’ rule,” Rosa suggested, pouring more wine into her and Carmen’s glasses.

“Ohhh, yes!” Elena cheered excitingly. “That’s fun! It reminds me of back in college.” She leaned forward to accept the bottle Rosa handed her, topping off both her and Sonia’s glasses, then turning to fill Ona and Lucy’s.

Ona had tilted her head to look up at Lucy. "If you don’t want me to answer something, just tell me, mkay?" she said quietly.

Lucy chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to Ona’s forehead. "Of course. But I think you can say whatever, we don’t really have anything strange to hide, besides, those questions sound dumb anyways, but we’ll see." She took Ona’s hand in hers and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Ona smiled softly. "Mhm, we will see."

"So, who’s starting?" Rosa asked, making Lucy look back at the group.

"Should I put the cards back in order?" Sonia offered.

Lucy chuckled. "Mmm, maybe let’s just keep them as they are now. I think you started with number eight, so you can start and after that we can just go clockwise."

Carmen laughed, amused by how Lucy could be shy on one hand but still such a natural leader. "Feeling enthusiastic after all, Bronzey?"

Lucy rolled her eyes, ‘’shut up,’’ threatening she held a nearby pillow up, pretending to throw it, but not actually doing it, because she was afraid for the glasses of wine to spill.

‘’Okay..,’’ Sonia started, ‘’and are we answering per couple or individually?’’

Lucy reached for the carton package, but there was nothing about it on the box.

‘’Maybe we can just pull one card as a couple and both answer it?’’ Rosa said while she shifted, kicking her heels off and laying more comfortably on the sofa, now completely against Carmen.

Everyone hummed agreeing.

‘’Well, I sleep naked often.’’ Sonia said, ‘’and Elena almost never, only when its very hot in the summer, but most of the times she will still wear underwear then even.’’

‘’I just don’t like the feeling.’’ Elena chuckled, ‘’but from time to time we fall asleep naked..’’

‘’True.’’ Sonia nodded, ‘’and a story about it.. hmmm..’’ she sucked in her bottom lip as she looked at her wife and thought about it.

‘’You spilled coffee on your tit once.’’ Elena snorted thinking back to the event.

The group laughed.

‘’What?’’ Carmen laughed out, ‘’how?’’

‘’I made a cute valentines breakfast and then it went horribly wrong.’’ Elena explained, ‘’we had to interrupt breakfast in bed with a cold shower.’’

The group laughed harder.

‘’Uff, did it leave you with anything or was it fine?’’ Lucy asked, trying not to laugh while speaking, ‘’did you get a blister?’’ she clarified.

Sonia shook her head, ‘’luckily I was fine, we showered.’’ She put her arm around Elena, ‘’and she kissed it better.’’

Lucy shook her head laughing, ‘’well I’m glad you where fine.’’ She shifted and leaned to the stack of cards, ‘’I guess its our turn then.’’ 

The top card had the number eleven on the back, she took the card and turned it to Ona, wanting her to read it.

"Have you ever kissed someone in this room? If yes, how was it.. could they kiss well? If no, what’s the wildest place you’ve ever made out with someone?" Ona read out and chuckled, it was an easy question, in this friend group there where no mixes, never had been, all of the couples had been together before they’d become friends. ‘’Mhm yes, I’ve kissed one person in this room,’’ she said theatrically, ‘’and I’d say they knew what they where doing, a good kisser.’’

Lucy grinned, ‘’yeah, for me the same, also kissed one person in this room.’’

‘’Pfft, we already knew this,’’ Rosa laughed, ‘’add the make out story too.’’ She proposed.

The group agreed.

Ona and Lucy looked at eachother, thinking.  

‘’the boys school?’’ Lucy asked.

‘’your office?’’ Ona asked at the same time.

‘’Oh, I’d say the school is crazier.’’ Carmen laughed, ‘’but just for my info.. did you guys do more in Lucy’s office?’’ she asked, faking a disgusted face, ‘’Because I sit behind that computer too sometimes.’’

‘’That wasn’t the question.’’ Lucy quickly shot back, laughing cheekily. ‘’anyways, the boys school was maybe our most recent ‘crazy place’ to kiss I think.’’

‘’Mhm true,’’ Ona agreed, ‘’I hadn’t thought about that one, it was after a parent teacher night, and after that I had to go to the bathroom and then we where in an empty hall, we where just proud I guess.’’ She explained to the others before smiling and looking at Lucy, ‘’you where talking sweet to me about the kids.’’

Lucy smiled at the memory, looking back in Ona’s eyes. If they where alone she would’ve kissed her now, she thought.

Sonia cleared her throat, ‘’how can they still be so in love, I mean they u-hauled after a couple weeks of knowing eachother and they still look at eachother like this.’’

Lucy and Ona looked up, confused. ‘’What?’’

‘’that you two can forget the world around you when you look at eachother.’’

Ona and Lucy rolled their eyes at the sentence that got thrown at them from time to time, ‘’aight, you two pick a card then,’’ Lucy said, sliding the stack of cards towards Rosa and Carmen.

The number thirty five laid on top of the stack, but Carmen took it without batting an eye. If it was their turn she would’ve tried to get a lower number from the stack, Lucy thought.

"Have you ever faked an orgasm? If not, have you ever come up with an excuse to avoid having sex?" she read out loud.

Her and Rosa looked at eachother.

‘’Well not with eachother I think,’’ Rosa said, ‘’the faking I mean.’’

Carmen nodded, ‘’mhm, I haven’t.’’

‘’But an excuse..’’ Rosa thought about it, ‘’well, I don’t think its an excuse, but sometimes just saying I’m tired or something, but yeah if you’re actually tired, is it really an excuse then?’’

Carmen nodded, ‘’I mean excuse sounds kinda weird yeah, because if you don’t want to, you shouldn’t do it.’’

‘’Mhm I agree,’’ Sonia hummed.

‘’Lets just skip it,’’ Elena said, ‘’come, I’ll take the next card.’’

..

After a couple of rounds Lucy had actually started to enjoy it. Maybe it was also the wine she had in her system, but it was pretty fun.

Sonia pulled the next card from the stack, number fifty-two written on the back. “What’s the riskiest text you’ve ever sent?” she read out loud.

She and Elena exchanged a quick look, Sonia raising an eyebrow in amusement. ‘’Well, you guys already kinda know this story.’’ Elena grinned. “It’s probably that time I accidentally sent Sonia a message meant for someone else,” she admitted, her cheeks faintly reddening at the memory, even though everyone in the room knew the story.

“Yeah that was pretty wild,” Sonia chuckled, leaning forward to grab her glass of wine again.

‘’Ahhh but you have to tell what the text said, now’’ Rosa protested, ‘’because we already knew this.’’

Sonia laughed, “I believe it said something like, ‘I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me like last night. Come over now?’”

The group burst into laughter, Elena covering her face as Sonia continued, “She wasn’t trying to sext me. It was meant for one of her other hookups. I called her immediately, because I was like ‘huh, we didn’t fuck yesterday’, and the rest is history.”

“Well, it worked out in the end,” Elena said, her face still hidden behind her hands.

The group laughed again.

‘’Still the wildest way I’ve heard anyone get together.’’ Lucy muttered as she laughed, ‘’how did you explain yourself El?’’

Elena grimaced, ‘’well, she knew we weren’t exclusive.. so I just said oh fuck I’m so so fucking sorry.’’ She shook her head, ‘’God, I was so embarrassed.’’

‘’But I just said, don’t text the other one, I’ll come.’’ Sonia chuckled proudly, ‘’and then I teased her about’’ she air quoted with her fingers ‘’us hook ups‘’ she laughed, ‘’not meaning anything to her.. and then she couldn’t forget me.’’ Sonia shrugged, ‘’and that girl missed out big time, because that night was fucking great.’’

“By the way, Lucy, are you seriously saying the way you and Ona got together wasn’t crazy?” Rosa called out. “I think Carmen and I are the only ones here who got together in a normal way.”

Lucy laughed, leaning back. “What? You think a twenty-something businesswoman letting her PA hire the personal trainer she fancies outside office hours is crazy?” she joked, dragging out the absurdity. She made jokes like this often, it helped ground her, a small way of keeping herself in touch with reality.

The group erupted into laughter.

Lucy and Ona were still chuckling as they flipped over their card. Number fifty-seven. “Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits situation?”

Ona tilted her head thoughtfully. “No,” she said, glancing at Lucy. “Not really my thing. For me, it was either a relationship or a one-time thing.”

“I have,” Lucy admitted, her tone measured. “I hadn’t really had a girlfriend before Ona, ever.”

“How many people did you sleep with before Ona again?” Carmen teased, a mischievous grin on her face. She knew Lucy had shared the number in confidence and that it wasn't exactly a topic Lucy was proud of.

Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned. “Oh, piss off,” she said, her English accent coming out thickly. “Let’s stick to the cards, yeah.”

“What?” Sonia laughed, her eyebrows shooting up. “The good Lucy was a slut in her younger years?”

Lucy’s cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth, but Rosa interjected with a playful shake of her head. “Guys, you can’t say slut anymore,” Rosa said lightly, trying to defuse the tension. “And body count wasn’t on the card.”

“Oh, come on,” Sonia pressed with a grin. “There’s no shame in it! I’m wasn’t judging, just curious.”

“I think my body count’s the highest anyway,” Elena chimed in. “My younger years were… pretty wild.”

Lucy cleared her throat, eager to move on. ‘’Mkay, lets continue.’’

‘’Yeah okay, maybe it’ll be on a card later,’’ Carmen said, feeling a little bit bad for putting Lucy on the spot like that.

Rosa picked up the next card. Number sixty-eight. “What’s the longest you’ve gone without wearing underwear?”

Carmen thought about it and then laughed. “Okay, I have an answer for this one. We were on vacation, and wore swim shorts for three days straight.”

“Oh I remember that, I begged her to dress up for dinners but she literally didn’t want to.” Rosa acted annoyed.

‘’I was comfy.’’ Carmen shrugged.

Elena chuckled. “Why are you proud of it too?”

Carmen grinned. “Well, it’s quite the accomplishment, no? I survived three days of begging from her before I bended.”

The group laughed but kept from questioning further as Sonia grabbed the next card. Number fifty-nine. “Have you ever hooked up with more than one person in the same week?”

Sonia shook her head. “Not me.”

Elena tilted her head thoughtfully. “I have,’’ she thought about it, ‘’maybe even three, but that was a long time ago,’’ she glanced at her partner, ‘’but now I have the best wife ever and I don’t even need to think about it anymore.”

“Well, lucky me,” Sonia teased, kissing Elena on the cheek.

Lucy and Ona drew their next card. Number sixty-four. Ona read it aloud, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Do you like to talk dirty?” Ona snorted, clearly amused as she saw Lucy’s cheeks turning pink like she’d expected.

Lucy tipped her wine back in one go.

“Yeah, I’m skipping that,” she announced as she saw the group waiting for an answer.

The group looked at Ona, who hadn’t taken a sip.

‘’Lucy drank,’’ Ona offered, although her voice lacked any real protest.

‘’Yeah but you haven’t, and it’s individual answers.’’ Rosa smirked, ‘’come on tell us.’’ She pushed, trying to pursue Ona.

“Okay, well, I think I’m terrible at it,” she admitted. ‘’but I like it when Luce does it.’’ She blushed and looked at Lucy cheekily, hoping Lucy didn’t mind.

Lucy blushed too, but the small tug at the corner of her mouth told Ona that Lucy wasn’t hating it. She pushed it a bit further, ‘’or at least I liked it when she used to.’’

The group chuckled.

‘’Ohhhh,’’ Carmen exclaimed, ‘’is your game getting weak Luce.’’ She mirrored the nickname Ona used for Lucy.

Lucy scoffed, ‘’I do that still.’’ She said, although her tone sounded questioning as she looked at Ona.

Ona laughed. “I know, I was kidding,” she said, unable to resist teasing Lucy - it was just too much fun. But as the laughter settled, she realized that perhaps this wasn’t the best time or place to push her buttons, especially in front of their friends. Of course, that realization only dawned on her after the words had already left her mouth, the alcohol having loosened her up.

The group chuckled, sensing the subject was definitely going to be picked up again later by the couple. But they didn’t want to stir.

Rosa quickly reached for the next card. Number eighty-five. “Have you ever roleplayed?”

Lucy breathed unsteadily, damn was she really playing this game with her friends.. why had she agreed again.

Carmen and Rosa looked at each other, clearly thinking back to the some encounters.

“Yeah,” Rosa said simply.

Carmen nodded. “Yeah I won’t scar you guys with the details, but... yeah and it’s great.”

The group chuckled.

‘’I mean are we really surprised,’’ Ona laughed, ‘’I think you’ve even told us this before.’’

‘’Probably,’’ Rosa chuckled, ‘’I mean, I’m an actor so it isn’t the weirdest thing, I like-’’

‘’Okay! lets continue,’’ Carmen said laughingly, but apparently thinking her wife had said enough.

Elena laughed and picked up the next card. Number seventy-four. “Have you ever been caught walked in on during having sex?”

Elena groaned. “I have.’’  

Sonia chuckled, turning to her wife. “That one when you still lived at home?” she asked.

‘’Yeah it was by my mom.’’ She explained to the rest, ‘’It was mortifying. I can never forget it, she walked into my bedroom without knocking, and-” she winced, covering her face. ‘’she saw like.. everything.’’

Carmen laughed loudly. “That poor woman.”

‘’And you?’’ Ona asked directed to Sonia.

Lucy was surprised Ona was asking questions.. was she enjoying the game?

‘’No, I haven’t,’’ Sonia said, ‘’I only started having sex when I had already left the house.’’

‘’Mm same,’’ Ona agreed.

Lucy’s cheeks flushed in anticipation as she drew the next card, she definitely liked to hear these story’s better then to have to tell them. “Seventy-two,’’ she read, ‘’have you..’’ she breathed in as she read the rest of the sentence and smirked, ‘’ever been blindfolded?”

“Well not me,” Lucy added quickly, glancing at Ona smugly.

Ona mirrored her expression, she wasn’t embarrassed. ‘’I have been blindfolded, sí. Back when you where still adventures.” She added teasingly.

“I am still adventures,” Lucy protested, her face getting red from the embarrassment Ona was putting her in.

“Right,” Ona teased.

‘’Seems like your wifey is trying to tell you something,’’ Elena teased, earning her a nudge from her wife.

Lucy frowned, looking at Ona. Yes, this wasn’t the first remark like this this evening.. why was Ona putting her on the spot like this? A dirty thought crossed her mind, maybe Ona was being a brat on purpose.. but she thought she’d fucked her pretty well yesterday.. was Ona still dissatisfied? Or maybe it was just the wine. Yes, she told herself it was just the first time in a long while that Ona had drank alcohol again.

Not lingering on teasing Lucy, Carmen and Rosa drew the next card. Number seventy-six. Carmen read it aloud; “Do you like morning or night sex more?”

Rosa shrugged casually. “Night. Mornings are too chaotic with work and the kids and everything.”

Carmen nodded in agreement. “Same. I don’t even have the energy for morning sex unless we’re on vacation or something.”

The rest hummed agreeing. Nighttime was definitely the easiest at this stage of life.

“But it can be hot to start the day with it,” Lucy said, thinking out loud.

All eyes turned to her in surprise. Lucy hadn’t spoke up unprompted up until now.

“What?” Lucy asked, blushing as she realized everyone was staring. “Maybe it’s logistically harder, but it’s definitely worth it. It’s hot.” She offered.

“Damn,” Carmen teased with a overly dramatic grimace. “Do you also dirty talk like that?’’

‘’Like what?’’ Lucy challenged.

‘’You know, like you’re running a board meeting?” Carmen joked.

Lucy scoffed in mock offense. “Just because I’m a little awkward talking about this stuff with you guys doesn’t mean I’m a bad lay. Do you think I’d have kept this” she put her arm around Ona to pull her closer, “ten out of ten, all these years if I didn’t satisfy her?”

The group burst into laughter, while Ona leaned into Lucy with a smile, her hand finding Lucy’s leg beneath the blanket. Maybe her teasing had been a good decision after all, she hoped Lucy didn’t mind.

Carmen and Lucy had a habit of riling eachother up sometimes, they trained together outside of office hours and had a whole system of records they worked on breaking, always one upping the other.

When the group’s laughter finally settled, Elena and Sonia drew their next card. Number fifty-six. “Have you ever had sex with more than one person at the same time?”

Sonia shook her head without hesitation. “Nope.”

Elena hesitated, her lips quirking into a half-smile. “Not exactly…”

The group erupted into laughter at her noncommittal answer, but Elena waved them off with a sigh. “It’s not as exciting as you’re imagining, trust me.”

“Now I’m even more curious,” Rosa teased with a laugh. “Come on, spill it.”

Elena rolled her eyes but gave in. “Alright, fine. I had sex in a dorm room where the roommate of the girl I was with was also… busy doing the same thing. Same room, different sides.”

“Damn,” Carmen snickered. “Is that the closest you’ve come?”

“Carmen,” Rosa interjected with mock sternness. “Stop teasing.”

“Well, what about you?” Elena shot back, grinning. “Ever had a threesome?”

Carmen shrugged. “I didn’t pull the card, did I?”

Elena raised an eyebrow. “But you’re asking questions outside of the cards. Seems only fair.”

Carmen glanced at Rosa, silently seeking permission. Rosa shrugged with a small smile.

“Well,” Carmen said nonchalantly, “we’ve had a third… a couple of times.”

Lucy, mid-sip of her wine, nearly choked. She coughed, eyes wide in surprise. This was very much news to her, Carmen never told her this.

“Uff, I could never,” Sonia said, taking Elena’s hand.

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone,” Rosa agreed with a nod. “We’ve only done it abroad, though. With people we’d never meet in our day-to-day lives.”

“On vacation?” Ona asked with an intrigued smile. “Is that why you two take trips without the kids?”

“Well, it’s not the reason, but those vacations are for our relationship, yes,” Rosa admitted.

“Wow, the game was right” Ona chuckled, shaking her head as she looked at the couple. “Surprising dirty revelations you’d never expect from your friends.’’ She quoted what Sonia had read up from the box earlier this evening, ‘’I wouldn’t have guessed that about you two.”

Carmen and Rosa shrugged. Lucy couldn’t understand how they could look like the picture of comfort while talking about this subject.

“Everyone’s different,” Carmen said casually.

Lucy smiled wryly, finally chiming in, “Well, it’s definitely not for us. We established that pretty early on.”

Ona nodded in agreement.

Rosa raised an eyebrow, tilting her head curiously. “So you two really plan to never have anyone else for the rest of your lives?”

“Yes,” Lucy said simply, her voice soft but certain. She glanced at Ona, her smile deepening. “I hope so.”

Ona looked up at her, meeting her gaze with an expression so full of quiet love that it made Lucy’s cheeks flush.

“I really hope so,” Lucy murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, making Ona the only one to hear it.

The group got silent, the kind of stillness that comes from a moment of shared affection that everyone could feel. Lucy and Ona where just that couple. Made for eachother.

‘’Allright,’’ Rosa chuckled, ‘’next,’’ she slurred, having maybe her sixth drink of the night in her hand.  

Elena laughed as she reached over Sonia to pick their next card. Number sixty-two. “What’s the longest dry spell you’ve gone through?” she read.

Elena tilted her head. “Together or apart?”

“Either,” Carmen said.

Elena and Sonia looked at eachother, “..together, maybe two weeks?” Sonia said. “Apart… I think I went almost a year once.”

‘’Uhh..’’ Elena laughed, ‘’did you forget the time you were pregnant?’’

‘’Oh shit you’re right.’’ Sonia laughed, ‘’yeah, a couple months.’’

Rosa nodded. “Same.”

Lucy absentmindedly traced patterns over the blanket on Ona’s leg, her thoughts drifting to memories of Ona’s pregnancies, which felt as vivid as if they’d happened yesterday. Both times had been a little different from eachother. During the first, Ona had been... well, unusually worked up, all of the time up until late into the third semester. The second, however, had been more challenging. Ona had been dealing with persistent backaches, frequent stomach cramps, and ofcourse they already had a little one running around then.

That second pregnancy was probably the longest stretch in their relationship without much physical intimacy, but their focus had been on eachother in other ways. Their thoughts had been entirely on the pregnancy and caring for Oliver. Even so, Lucy never once felt Ona left her unsatisfied.

Ona leaning forward to draw their next card pulled her back from her thoughts.

Number eighty-six. “What’s your favorite bedroom accessory or toy?” Ona read out loud, she paused, glancing at Lucy with a chuckle.

Lucy raised an eyebrow at her, a smile creeping across her face. “What? you really want me to answer that in front of everyone?”

“Why not?” Ona shrugged innocently, though her tone betrayed she had something up her sleeve. “Unless you’d rather just take a drink and be boring.” She whispered, though the rest of the room probably heard it too.

Lucy gave her an exaggerated eye roll but didn’t back down. Instead, she leaned forward. “Alright, fine..’’ she pretended to think for a moment, ‘’I think my favorite is the strap, and I think your favorite is definitely my strap, too.”

For a moment, the room froze as the words hung in the air. Then, a burst of laughter broke the tension.

Ona didn’t so much as flinch. She nodded casually, “mhm.” Her lack of embarrassment seemed to catch the others off guard, making them laugh even harder.

“See El,” Sonia pointed at Elena, her tone triumphant. “I told you Lucy was top.”

Elena giggled. “Aye, I said switch for both of them, I can still be right.”

Carmen leaned forward, eyebrows raised, looking between them. “Wait, wait, wait - you two bet on this? What the fuck?” she laughed.

Sonia shrugged. “It’s just a fun little game.”

Elena nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, and we made bets about you two, too. We have bets on all our friends.”

Carmen rolled her eyes. “Okay well, do tell, what did you guess about us?”

Sonia grinned mischievously, looking to Elena for backup. “Oh, we actually agreed on that one. We both said you´re a little subby top.”

Rosa burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand.

‘’what?’’ Carmen asked.

“I’m impressed,’’ Rosa wheezed, ‘’they hit the nail on it´s head.”

Carmen huffed, crossing her arms. “Nah, they’re wrong. Those words mean nothing anyways, it’s a myth.”

Rosa gave her wife a look. Carmen rolled her eyes under the silent exchange, then looked away and fell quiet, which made everyone else laugh even harder.

Lucy shook her head, trying not to join in on the laughing, but failing. She turned back to Ona, still smiling. “Well? Was I right?”

Ona hummed. “Well, if your hands don’t count as an accessory... yeah, I’d say the strap.”

Lucy blushed, her grin widening despite herself.

Rosa leaned back, shaking her head. “Not good at dirty talk, you said? Then why does it feel like the two of you are in some kind of foreplay right now?”

Ona tilted her head and smiled cheekily, she was about to take this even further. “No, no, it can’t be foreplay. We had sex yesterday, so I’ll probably have to wait a week and a half before anything happens again.” She looked at Lucy as she said it, her tone teasing yet calm, speaking as if she wasn’t even there.

The statement hung in the air for a moment, and Lucy’s eyebrows shot up. For a second, it seemed like she might take the bait, but then she bit her lip, leaned back and took a sip of her wine.

“Okay, next card,” Sonia interjected, her voice sounding tight with the awkwardness of someone trying to redirect the tension.

Lucy leaned toward Ona, her voice low as she whispered, “Keep up this attitude and see what happens.”

Ona giggled softly, leaning close to whisper back, “Is that a promise?”

…

The stack of cards was almost empty now but question 101 hadn’t come yet. She hoped it would be pulled by Sonia or Carmen, not them… but to be honest, the questions weren’t that bad.. you could answer as much as you felt comfortable sharing.

Sonia leaned forward to pull a next card from the deck. “Number sixty seven, do you like playing rough?” she read.

Elena pulled a silly face. “Shall we drink.”

Sonia snorted, “mhm, lets drink.”

The group erupted into laughter. ‘’Oh come on!’’ Lucy joked.

Sonia leaned back into the couch, grinning smugly. “What? We choose to drink.”

‘’What was that look about,’’ Ona cackled, joining her wife.

“Next one!” Rosa called, defending the game rules as Lucy didn’t have to answer when she drank earlier, she shoved the deck dramatically to Lucy and Ona.

‘’Okay,’’ Lucy accepted, as she was only joking anyways. She leaned forward, taking the top card. “Number eighty three, have you ever used handcuffs or restraints?” Lucy read. She grinned, tilting her head towards Ona. “Yes, we have.”

The group started making exaggerated oohing noises.

“Well,” Sonia teased, ‘’anything more to add?’’

Ona shrugged, biting her lip. “What more is there to say,” she said nonchalantly, though the spark in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“You two are no fun either,” Rosa groaned dramatically as Carmen laughed, reaching out to draw the next card.

“Number seventy nine, what’s the hottest compliment you’ve received about your skills in bed?” Carmen read, turning to Rosa with a raised eyebrow.

Rosa smiled and took a sip of her wine. “Hottest compliment? Let me think…” She hummed.

‘’Ahh, I know what it is, someone once said that ‘I ruined them for anyone else’ that was quite hot, but that was because of the moment too." Rosa finally said, sending a wink to her wife.

Carmen smirked, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Yeah, and I still stand by that.”

“Awww” the group cooed tipsily as if it was the cutest thing ever.

Lucy threw a pillow in their direction as they kissed each other.  

“Ohh, there’s exactly three cards left,” Sonia said, grabbing the next card of the deck and seeing there’s only two under. “Number eighty-nine, do you like giving or receiving more?” She glanced at Elena, raising her eyebrows.

Lucy bit her lip as she saw the next number was 101, meaning her and Ona had it.  

“Both,” Elena said easily.

Sonia tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Hmm. I guess I’d say the same.. maybe giving a bit more”

‘’But if you have to choose El?’’ Rosa asked, ‘’imagine you can only have one for the rest of your life.’’

‘’Hmm,’’ Elena looked at the ceiling before looking at her wife, ‘’I guess receiving.’’

‘’Cough, bottom, cough.’’ Lucy joked.

Elena laughed and rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

Sonia laughed, pulling her wife closer, ‘’okay go on, take the next card, you’re two are the lucky ones, you have 101.’’ She smirked.

“Okay, number 101.’’ Ona said, her eyes skimming over the card after she turned it over, ‘’Do you have kinks? What are they?”

Lucy immediately leaned forward to take her glass. “Pfft, I want to drink,” she said, making everyone laugh.

‘’And you Ona?’’ Rosa asked, seeing Ona didn’t seem hesitant to answer like Lucy.

Ona thought about it, then hummed softly. “Hmm, okay. I’ll share one my therapist and I were talking about recently.” Lucy’s head turned sharply toward her wife, surprised. Ona continued, “It’s completely giving up control.”

The room fell quiet for a moment before Sonia snorted. “Damn girl.”

Ona laughed lightly. “yeah my, therapist says it probably has to do with all the stress and responsibility I deal with in real life.”

Lucy frowned, Ona had never shared this before, why was she learning about this only now.. at the same time their friends did..

“Well, do tell,” Sonia pressed. “How does it show? What do you like, then?”

Ona hesitated, looking carefully at Lucy. She knew Lucy hated the idea of sharing intimate details with anyone but her. It had probably already been a bridge too far to bring something like this up here instead of privately first.

Ona blushed, taking another sip of her drink. “Uhh, that’s for me to know. Well, us,” she said, snuggling closer to Lucy. “And for you guys to probably never find out... just you know.. ”

‘’just you know what?’’ Rosa asked, laughing as Ona’s words had died down.

‘’I don’t know.. just giving up control,’’ Ona laughed a little awkwardly, ‘’I’m sure you guys have plenty imagination to fill the blanks.’’

Everyone laughed, except for Lucy, she didn’t like the thought of anyone imagining anything about Ona for one bit.

The group groaned in frustration when they realized they weren’t going to get any further information, but Rosa continued and took the last card.

“Number hundred, if you had to choose one person to hook up with from this room, who would it be?” Rosa read aloud.

“Great last one!” Carmen said quickly. “Let’s skip it and just call it a night.”

“No way,” Sonia said. “Answer it!”

‘’Or drink’’ Lucy said, she definitely did not want Carmen to even think about Ona, let alone there be a chance she’d say her name. This number 100 was worst then 101 if she’d been involved in making the game she had turned it around.

Carmen hesitated, glancing at the group. “Uh… okay, fine I’ll answer.’’ She thought about it for a second as she looked around the group, ‘’hmmm, I’d say Ona. Because she’s the most like Rosa.” She offered as an explanation.

Lucy stiffened at those words, her thoughts immediately running wild. Ona with Carmen? Wtf?

Before Lucy could spiral further, Rosa’s voice cut in. “Okay I’d say Lucy then. Because she’s the most like Carmen.”

Sonia and Elena burst into laughter. “Get a room, you four!”

Lucy and Ona both blushed.

“You guys can have them,” Lucy said, waving her hand and rolling her eyes, trying to shake off the strange tension.

The room dissolved into more laughter and teasing.

‘’No, this is a set up.’’ Sonia joked, almost shouting to get her voice above the noise in the room, ‘’first they told us about having a third sometimes, and now this.. they’re inviting you two to swing!’’

‘’Ew,’’ Lucy slapped her hand infront of her mouth as soon as it had slipped out, she wasn’t trying to call their friends gross. ‘’I’m sorry, I’m..’’ she laughed at the thought, ‘’we’re just very monogamous.’’

Ona chuckled, but pulled herself together quickly too, ‘’yeah sorry guys, we have to decline.’’

‘’Oh please,’’ Carmen rolled her eyes, ‘’it was hypothetical.’’

‘’You could’ve drank tía,’’ Lucy laughed as she reached for her own glass.

‘Yeah.’’ Rosa looked at Carmen and burst out in laughing, ‘’maybe we should’ve, but I think Car and I have drank enough.’’

‘’too much probably.’’ Carmen nodded, ‘’I was supposed to be the designated driver.’’ She giggled.

‘’Yeah there’s no chance you’re not getting behind the wheel.’’ Lucy said, caring about her friends safety and recognizing Carmen was not in the state to drive at all.

Sonia and Elena exchanged a glance before Elena spoke up. “We are going to call a cab,” she said, pulling out her phone.

Carmen groaned dramatically. “Ugh, my car…” she muttered, shaking her head as if it only now dawned on her that she had been drinking and couldn’t drive them home.

“Go ahead and order the cab,” Lucy said with a chuckle. “I’ll drive your car to work on Monday, no problem.”

Carmen raised an eyebrow. “Yeah that would’ve been great Bronzey, but I need the car Sunday.”

Lucy laughed tipsily as she took out her phone. “You mean today?” She waved her screen at Carmen, pointing to the time. “It’s already Sunday. For a while now, actually.”

Before Carmen could respond, Lucy’s attention shifted to a notification on her phone. Joan had sent her a picture of Oliver and her son fast asleep earlier that night. Lucy’s heart melted a little as looked at the photo and smiled, tilting the phone to show Ona.

Ona glanced over briefly, her own smile softening at the sight, but she was mid-conversation with their friends. “You two can just stay here,” Ona was saying to Carmen and Rosa. “It’s no problem at all. Oliver’s has a queen-sized, I’d offer a room in the guesthouse, but I don’t want to startle Lucas or Lucy’s parents.”

Carmen and Rosa exchanged looks and nodded in agreement. “Okay, yeah, that works,” Carmen said, her voice slightly groggy from the wine.

Meanwhile, Sonia and Elena confirmed their cab ride. “We really should head home,” Sonia admitted. “We still have the babysitter there. She is staying the night, but we originally told her we’d be back hours ago, I didn’t even know it was this late.”

As their friends finalized their plans, Lucy lingered on the photo, only now she started realizing she felt a little tipsy. She’d been staring at the picture for longer than she intended, the warmth of the wine mingling with the fuzzy feeling the image gave her. A sudden wave of laughter from Ona and the others brought her back to reality.

She tuned her attention on the conversation, trying to piece it together - Carmen and Rosa would be crashing at their house, and Sonia and Elena had decided to head home.

…

Sonia and Elena’s cab pulled into the driveway. “Text us when you’re home safe,” Ona said, wrapping Sonia in a hug. Lucy exchanged a warm smile with Elena, who promised they would. The cold night air swept into the house briefly as the door closed behind their friends.

With the house now quieter, Lucy glanced around at the living room. She and Ona had cleaned up a little while waiting for the cab, most of the dishes were already in the washer that was running a program now, and the counters were wiped down, but the house wasn’t back in its original state yet.

“Let’s clean up the rest tomorrow,” Lucy said with a yawn. She leaned over, brushing a light kiss on Ona’s cheek. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll see you in a minute.”

Ona nodded, she’d show their friends Olivers room. “Alright,” she said, turning toward Carmen and Rosa, who were still lounging on the couch. “Come on, I’ll show you guys your bed.”

Lucy gave a quick, “Goodnight, guys,” to their friends before heading upstairs.

By the time Lucy reached the bedroom, she was walking with a full on smirk on her face, she had some plans for this night still.

She went in to their clothing room, heading straight to a particular drawer. She pulled it open searching for some items she had in mind. A collar. Hand restraints. Blindfold. She picked them up, biting her lip as she ran her fingers along the material while memories of times they’d used them flooded her mind.

She closed the drawer and turned to walk back in to the bedroom, but as she walked out, her eyes caught the standing mirror in the corner.

She paused, another thought taking shape in her head. Setting the items she was holding down on the dresser, she grabbed the mirror first instead and carried it to the bedroom.

She set the up mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the angle until she was happy with it. Pleased, she grabbed the other items from the walk-in closet and dropped them onto the bed.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, Ona still wasn’t back.

Lucy felt impatient, Ona was taking too long, their friends already knew their house, how long could it take.

She walked back to the closet and rummaged through a box, searching for a harness designed for a specific kind of strap. They didn’t use this one as often because Ona preferred their other ones. With this one, she might not be able to fuck Ona as good as with the others, but she could feel everything and more, this strap had an internal part.

She slipped it on and once it was in place, she pulled her underwear back over the strap, zipped up her pants, and returned to the bedroom. She glanced in the mirror to make sure the bulge wasn’t really noticeable.

The sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom signaled Ona’s return.

Lucy’s heart raced. She was excited but a little bit of doubt crept in. What if Ona wasn’t up for it right now after all.. she had been giving hints all night right? but shouldn’t they first have a good talk about what Ona had said first?

But there wasn’t much time to second-guess herself. The door opened, and Ona slipped inside, closing it quietly behind her.

“They’re all settled,” Ona said, before pausing as her eyes scanned over the room, taking in the changes and Lucy, who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

Lucy looked at her with shy smile playing on her lips. “Good,” she murmured, stepping closer. Her fingers found Ona’s wrists as she added, “now we’re finally alone.” She took Ona’s hands, pulling her close.

“What are you up to? It’s late, Luce,” Ona chuckled, but let herself be pulled in anyways. “Chica loca.”

"I know it's late, babe," Lucy said, gently cupping Ona's cheeks. Her voice softened, but a hint of a smirk tugged at her lips as she looked at Ona. "But I think you've kind of asked for this, haven't you?"

Alright, Lucy assured to herself, she just didn’t need to overthink it.

Before Ona could reply, she spun her around, guiding her toward the mirror.

Ona was still in the dress she’d worn that evening and the small vest she had put over it halfway the evening to cover her bare shoulders and arms when she got chilly. The delicate necklace Lucy had gifted her a couple years back hung against her collarbone, catching the light.

Lucy looked over Ona's shoulder into the mirror, her eyes locking on their reflection as her fingers slid beneath the vest, brushing against the warmth of Ona’s skin. She slid the fabric down her shoulder, letting it fall to the floor. “And now you want to sleep?” she murmured, a smirk played at her lips. “I don’t believe it.”

Ona’s lips parted, about to say something, but Lucy didn’t give her the chance.

“On my birthday, of all nights,” Lucy continued, “you suddenly want to be fucked like a slut.. talking about the old days?’’ she pressed a kiss to Ona’s bare shoulder, ‘’and now, telling me, in front of our friends, above anything, that I don’t satisfy you?”

Her hands moved to Ona’s waist, pulling her closer, ‘’but it didn’t just come to mind just yesterday? Did it? Why does your therapist know before I do?’’ she asked, daring Ona to answer.

Her fingers trailed up Ona’s neck, pausing to wrap firmly around her throat. She gave a gentle squeeze, testing the waters, but what was she expecting.. Ona not to like it? Lucy smirked at Ona’s reaction and tightened her grip just enough. Holding her firmly, she leaned in, her mouth brushing the shell of Ona’s ear.

“I have forgotten who you really are a little bit, haven’t I?” Lucy whispered, leaning down to bite Ona’s earlobe. It wasn’t hard, but hard enough to make Ona gasp. “Haven’t seen you for the dirty little slut you really are.”

“Luce,” Ona breathed, her voice slightly strained as her hands came up to hold Lucy’s wrist. “We really should sleep.”

Lucy chuckled against the skin of Ona’s neck. “Do you really think that?” she asked as she felt the goosebumps that appeared below her lips.   

Ona didn’t respond, her eyes locked on Lucy’s reflection in the mirror.

Lucy kept her eyes on Ona’s as she slid her hands down Ona’s sides, taking the hem of her dress and shuffling it upward over her hips. The fabric brushed Ona’s thighs as Lucy’s hand slipped beneath, fingers gliding teasingly over the waistband of her panties and just above.

She maintained eye contact, searching for any sign of hesitation, but seeing none, she slowly slid her hand inside.

The heat met her first, then the slickness. God, this would never get old. Lucy exhaled sharply, her lips parting as she felt just how wet Ona already was. “Fuck,” she breathed, her voice coming out low and rough as her fingers explored. She pressed her fingers further, spreading Ona’s wetness teasingly. She bit her lip at the way Ona’s body reacted.

Ona’s breath hitched, her body leaning back instinctively against Lucy as two fingers teased at her entrance.

‘’but we will talk about it tomorrow okay?’’ Lucy breathed.

Ona nodded.

‘’Good,’’ Lucy chuckled, leaning into her ear. “Now I want to know.. are you really this wet from playing that silly game?” she asked, as her fingers brushed over Ona’s clit just lightly enough to make her squirm.

Ona shook her head quickly, her lips parting to speak, but nothing came out.

Lucy chuckled, a low, knowing sound that vibrated against Ona’s neck. “Lost your tongue, bub?” Her fingers teased, pressing against Ona but never quite giving her what she needed.

Ona let out a quiet, involuntary whimper, and Lucy grinned, finding confidence in the way Ona´s attitude seemed to have crumbled.

“You’re such a dirty little thing,” Lucy whispered, tightening her grip on Ona’s waist with her free hand. “You´re gonna let me use you however I want, aren’t you?” Lucy taunted, ‘’that’s what you’ve been thinking about, right?’’

When Ona didn’t answer she withdrew her fingers slightly, making Ona gasp at the sudden loss of stimulation.

“Say it,” Lucy demanded. “Say you want this, or I’ll stop right now.”

Ona shivered, her head tilting back to rest against Lucy’s shoulder.

“Say it,” Lucy repeated firmly, her hand tightening its grip on Ona’s hip as her other hovered just over Ona´s heat.

“I want this,” Ona finally whispered, her voice cracking from how turned on she was.

Lucy smirked, satisfied. “That’s what I thought,” she murmured, before suddenly pulling her hand away, leaving Ona empty.

Ona whimpered, her eyes snapping open wide as she searched for Lucy’s face in the reflection. “I said yes,” she cried out, frustration clear in her voice.

Lucy chuckled softly. “Oh, don’t worry.” She wiped her fingers on Ona’s dress before grabbing her neck again, pulling her closer and pressing her front flush against Ona’s ass, grinding into her. “Feel what you do to me?”

Ona swallowed hard, her eyes still locked on their reflection as Lucy leaned back again, pushing the dress higher to reveal her ass, clothed in black panties.

‘’Such a perfect ass,’’ Lucy said as she let her hand wander along Ona’s skin.

A cracking sound of skin on skin echoed in the room as Lucy slapped Ona’s ass.

Lucy unzipped her pants, pulling down her boxers to reveal the strap.

Ona tried to glance back, but Lucy shook her head disapprovingly. “Nuh-uh, keep looking in the mirror. I want you to watch yourself when you get what you’ve been begging for.”

Lucy’s left hand found the roots of Ona’s hair, forcing her to keep her gaze in the mirror, while her right hand she pushed Ona´s panties aside before she guided the strap along her slick center.

With barely any resistance, Lucy slipped inside, her breath catching yet again at how wet and ready Ona was for her. She drew her hips back slightly before pushing in completely. “So fucking ready for me,” Lucy whispered under her breath.

Ona swallowed her moans as she focused on taking Lucy, who was picking up her pace quickly. Ona saw Lucy looking down, probably having a great view of where they were connected.

Lucy glanced up and met Ona’s eyes, she smirked, her hand left Ona’s hair, gripping her hips as she started moving faster, all while keeping her eyes locked on Ona’s, whispering dirty words as she did so, making Ona blush, but Ona couldn’t look away.

Ona’s knees started to buckle from how good she felt, threatening to give out under the relentless pleasure Lucy was giving her. The combination of Lucy’s unrelenting thrusts, her filthy mouth, and the way she took full control, using her body for her own pleasure, was overwhelming in the best way. It was too much, and somehow not nearly enough.

Lucy’s own pleasure was building, her breath hitching every time Ona clenched around her, it sent jolts of heat through her core, edging her closer to a release that left her desperate to keep going.

But her arms were straining under the effort of supporting half of Ona’s weight. “Get on the bed,” she  commanded.  

She pulled out, letting Ona turn around. Their heavy breaths mingled in the air as they locked eyes. Lucy smirked. “Hands and knees, baby,” she instructed in a low voice low and stepped out of Ona’s way.

Ona obeyed, moving to the edge of the bed. She stopped to take her underwear off, but as her hands reached for the waistband of her panties, Lucy stopped her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lucy asked, her face hovering inches from Ona’s, her breath warm against Ona’s skin.

“Luce-” Ona began, attempting to free her wrist from Lucy’s grasp.

Lucy chuckled softly into Ona’s ear. “I’ll decide when we take those off,” she murmured, before gently pushing Ona forward onto the bed. Ona got onto the bed, her body automatically giving up any resistance under Lucy’s touch.

“Right?” Lucy pressed, though her tone left no room for argument.

“Yes,” Ona replied breathlessly over her shoulder.

“That’s right.” Lucy smirked, her hands gliding over the curve of Ona’s ass, pressing the fabric of Ona’s dress up further. “Cus it’d be a shame if I had to punish you.” Lucy hummed as her fingertips pressed into the warm skin. "I know you want to be a good girl for me."

Ona whimpered, her body trembling as she felt the wetness pooling at her core, the ache almost unbearable. She needed more. Needed Lucy. Inside. Now.

Lucy’s hands continued their path, massaging and spreading Ona’s cheeks as her fingers hooked behind the fabric of Ona’s panties, pulling it further to the side.

“Luce,” Ona whined into the mattress, her voice muffled but clearly desperate. She leaned forward onto her elbows, her back arching to offer Lucy an even better view.

A dull crack echoed through the room as Lucy’s hand met Ona’s skin, the sound lingering in the air. Ona shivered from the impact, a groan spilling from her lips as her body tensed momentarily.

“No begging yet,” Lucy said firmly, her voice dripping with authority. She leaned closer, her hand smoothing over the tender mark she’d just left. “I don’t think you understand what we’re doing here.” Her gaze dropped to Ona’s center, where her slickness was evident, glistening in the low light.

“Look at your needy cunt,” Lucy murmured, her tone laced with mockery. Ona’s entrance clenched at nothing, desperate and wanting.

Lucy spread Ona’s ass cheeks, and spat directly down her center. The sensation made Ona whimper as her grip on the bedsheets tightened.

“Acting like a whore,” Lucy murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. She bit her lip as her hand slid between Ona’s thighs. “But don’t worry, you’ll get what you’re begging for.”

Lucy’s hand went to her strap and she guided it through Ona’s slick heat, the wetness coating the thick rubber further. She paused just at her entrance, hovering, taunting.

“Tell me,” Lucy asked, letting her other hand sooth over the skin of Ona’s back below the crumbled up fabric of the dress, “this is what you want, isn’t it? My cock, filling you until you can’t think of anything else?”

Ona let her face fall against the mattress, a groan escaping her lips. This woman was going to be the death of her.

“Ahhhh, it’s okay, baby. You don’t even have to say it.’’ Lucy said, pushing the strap inside. She bit back a groan, "I already know. You’re just here to be used.” She said through her teeth.

Lucy thrust into Ona, building her rhythm up again quickly. Her pants fell to her knees and with a couple more thrusts it fell to her ankles, sweat prickled her skin.

Ona moaned loudly. Lucy leaned over her, “taking me so well baby,’’ her breath brushing against Ona’s shoulder as she spoke. ‘’made for this.” She grunted.

Ona whimpered, her body responding helplessly to Lucy’s words and movements. She tried to turn her head to look back at Lucy, but Lucy leaned back again and put one of her hands in Ona’s neck, keeping her in place against the mattress.

 “Just focus on taking me.’’ Lucy ordered, her voice low and commanding.

Ona cried out, her body trembling, the pressure inside her building dangerously close to a release. Lucy could feel the way Ona’s walls tightened around the strap, her convulsions signaling how close she was.

Lucy pulled out suddenly, leaving Ona gasping and empty.

“You’re not coming,” Lucy said, her voice sounding calm but her chest was raising and falling heavily. “Get over here.” She stepped out of her pants.

Seeing Ona was still a bit dazed she took her hand and guided her off the bed and onto her knees. Lucy’s hand threaded into Ona’s hair, tugging her head back just enough to meet her gaze.

“Open,” Lucy demanded, her left hand at the base of the strap as she traced it from Ona’s cheek to her mouth.

Ona obeyed, her lips parting as Lucy slid the strap into her mouth, fucking her with slow movements before Ona took over, gripping the back of Lucy’s thighs doing so.

“Look at you,” Lucy grunted. “So desperate to please. Mi puta perfecta.” She picked up the pace, her hips moving in rhythm as Ona’s eyes started to water, her muffled moans vibrating around the strap.

Lucy’s breathing quickened, her arousal was peaking as she watched Ona submit to her completely.

She looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes as she focused on the orgasm that inched closer and closer.

Finally she came, her fingers tightened in Ona’s hair, holding her in place as she rode out her orgasm.

After the waves of pleasure faded Lucy pulled out, she tilted Ona’s face upward, her thumb brushing over Ona’s swollen lips. “That´s my good girl,” she whispered, her voice a mix of dominance and affection.

Suddenly her facade broke, she saw that perfect face looking up at her, maybe it was the orgasm she just had. But she just felt an overwhelming amount of love, for Ona, the woman she called her wife, the woman who carried their children.

She unclasped the strap and let it drop to the floor as she helped Ona up, she smiled at Ona, pulling her close for a kiss, as they kissed her hands roamed Ona’s back, eventually finding the zipper, she pulled it down and helped Ona out of the dress.

Ona chuckled as Lucy lifted her and carefully laid her on her back on the bed, ‘’you wanted this gone right?’’ Lucy asked as she hooked her fingers in Ona’s underwear.

Ona giggled as she lifted her hips from the mattress, ‘’yes.’’

Lucy removed the garment and climbed over Ona, hovering above her kissing her way up until they were face to face, ‘’I wasn’t too harsh was I? was that wh-

Ona rolled her eyes and lifted her head to meet Lucy’s lips in a kiss, she reached for the stuff that was still laying on the edge of the bed, she got ahold of the blindfold and the collar. She let her head fell back on the bed and pouted, ‘’was that really all you got?’’ she held the accessories up, ‘’I’m so sad its over, wanted to see u use these..’’ she looked into Lucy’s eyes with a pout ‘’or did you only put these out for show, because-

Lucy let out a breathless laugh off disbelieve, ‘’and to think I was going to let you come however you wanted.’’

She sat up, taking the blindfold and slipping it over Ona’s sparkling eyes. Even as the dark fabric covered the top half of her face, Ona’s cheeky smile was still visible.

“Are you going to tie me to the bed too?” Ona asked, knowing full well she was playing a dangerous game. She stretched out her arms, playfully waving her hands at Lucy.

Lucy’s lips twitched, she wasn’t amused. “Change of plans,” she growled, ripping the blindfold off Ona’s head with a measured tug. Her piercing gaze locked onto Ona’s. “Get out of bed and fetch my strap.”

The sudden shift in Lucy’s tone sent a thrill coursing through Ona. She scrambled out of bed, her bare feet padding against the floor as she moved to the dresser quickly.

Lucy got of the bed too, peeling off the last items of her clothing except for her bra. Her eyes never left Ona as she rummaged through the drawer, she seemed hesitant.

It was taking too long. Impatience flared in Lucy, and she made her way towards her wife.

Sliding up behind her, Lucy pressed herself against Ona’s back, her arms wrapping possessively around her waist. She leaned in, her lips brushing the sensitive spot just below Ona’s ear.

“What are you waiting for?” Lucy asked.

“I… no sé cuál elegir,” Ona said, her hands lingering indecisively over the different straps in their drawer.

Lucy let out a frustrated sigh, her patience wearing thin. Ona’s little habit of purchasing toys had become a running joke between them—one drawer near their bed for favorites, and three more drawers tucked away in the walk-in closet for the more experimental choices. A luxury problem, indeed.

“Oh, you can’t choose?” Lucy’s tone was mockingly sweet as she stepped closer, pulling Ona away from the dresser and pressing her firmly against the wall.

The sudden force made Ona stumble slightly, her palms flattening against the cool surface for support.

“You’re a piece of work,” Lucy murmured darkly against Ona’s ear, her lips brushing the sensitive skin as her hands gripped Ona’s shoulders. “But fine. If you can’t choose, we’ll use none.”

Ona’s breath caught in her throat, her body trapped between the cold wall and. She gasped softly as Lucy’s hands trailed over her body, finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it easily.

After dropping the bra to the floor Lucy’s hands captured Ona’s wrists and pulled them behind her back. Her lips hovered just above Ona’s ear. “Keep them there.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” Ona protested, though the breathy, playful lilt in her voice betrayed she was anything but innocent.

Lucy let out a dark chuckle, her fingers tracing the curve of Ona’s spine. “You took too long,” she said simply, her lips grazing the line of Ona’s jaw.

Ona bit her lip, the corners of her mouth curling into a guilty smile. “was just trying to pick which one,” she murmured.

Lucy’s hand tightened on Ona’s wrists. “I think you’re playing with me.” She said.

Before Ona could respond, Lucy grind her hips against Ona’s ass, sending a shiver down Ona’s spine. Her lips trailed to Ona’s neck, leaving a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made Ona shiver.

“but you’ll take whatever I give you anyways, won’t you?” Lucy murmured, her free hand sliding between Ona’s thighs. It was hard as Ona’s arms were caught between their body’s, but Lucy could just reach.

Ona whimpered as Lucy pressed two fingers inside her, her body arching instinctively.

“That’s it,” Lucy growled, her other hand releasing Ona’s wrists to wrap firmly around her throat. Her grip was possessive yet measured, not actually choking her, her fingers applying just enough pressure to make Ona’s breath hitch. “See how good you can be? Not so hard, is it?”

Ona’s cheek pressed against the wall, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her focus was solely on the tightness building in her stomach, trying to not let it take over yet.

But Lucy’s movements had her teetering on the edge, her body straining to hold back.

“Lucy,” Ona gasped, her voice cracking with need. “I’m so close… Please, I need more,” she pleaded, her hand slipping between her legs in desperation.

Lucy’s rhythm faltered, her hand tightening slightly on Ona’s throat to stop her. “No,” she said in a low, commanding tone.

Ona whimpered softly, her head turning as to look at her wife. “Don’t stop,” she begged again, her voice trembling. “I’ll be good, Lucy. I’ll be so good for you. Just… please don’t stop.”

But Lucy did stop. Deliberately she pulled her fingers away, leaving Ona trembling with frustration.

Spinning Ona around to face her, Lucy locked their gazes for a charged moment before guiding Ona backward toward the bed. Her hands gripped Ona’s waist to push her down onto the mattress.

Lucy climbed on top of her and pressed Ona’s wrists above her head, holding them firmly in place. Her lips hovered inches from Ona’s.

“If you act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one,’’ she warned, though her lips twitched with a hint of a smile. Her gaze softened briefly, her face inches from Ona’s as if she might kiss her.

But instead of giving in to her urges, Lucy leaned back and grabbed the blindfold. She slipped it over Ona’s eyes again.

“You can’t look at me like that,” Lucy said as she secured the fabric. Ona’s lips parted in protest, but the words dissolved into a sharp inhale when Lucy’s hands left her.

“Now, hands up,” Lucy instructed, she leaned over to take the wrist restraints.

Ona obeyed, trembling with anticipation as Lucy manhandled her in to position and eventually secured her wrists to the bed.

Lucy took a second to take in the sight.

“Don’t you look so perfect like this,” Lucy murmured, her hands trailing over Ona’s body. “Tied up, blindfolded… all mine.”

Lucy’s hands glided down Ona’s body, starting at her shoulders and tracing a path along her sides, over the curve of her breasts, and down to her hips. She paused to knead the soft skin, her fingers digging in just enough to make Ona squirm.

A soft whimper escaped Ona’s lips, her body arching into Lucy’s touch.

“always so responsive,” Lucy purred, her tone almost admiring but laced with mockery. Her hands roamed further, sliding down the tops of Ona’s thighs before skimming back up the inside, deliberately stopping short of the heat between her legs and then leaving all together.

Ona whimpered again, her head tipping back against the pillows.

“You’re so needy,” Lucy teased, her lips ghosting over Ona’s collarbone. “you want your pretty cunt filled don’t you? I know you’re dripping for my cock.”

Ona let out a groan, her hips shifting trying to seek contact with Lucy in any way possible.

Lucy leaned down and smirked against Ona’s skin, her teeth grazing the curve of her neck. She began placing open-mouthed kisses along her throat, alternating between soft, wet kisses and gentle bites. Each nip drew a quiet whine from Ona, who was struggling to stay still. It was sweet torture. Lucy knew what she was doing.

“Stay still,” Lucy said, her teeth scraping a sensitive spot just above Ona’s shoulder.

Ona let out a shaky breath.

Lucy moved lower, her mouth finding the swell of Ona’s breasts, biting lightly at the soft skin before soothing it with her tongue. Ona whimpered again, her body trembling with every teasing touch.

“Love the sounds you make,” Lucy murmured, ‘’don’t be shy.’’

Before Ona could respond, Lucy moved down, getting between Ona’s thighs to pin them open. Her strong legs held Ona in place, vulnerable and exposed. Ona’s breath quickened, a mixture of excitement and desperation bursting through her veins.

Lucy leaned forward, letting Ona feel the heat of her body without actually touching her. She hovered there, her lips just inches from Ona’s, her breath warm against her face.

Ona squirmed beneath her, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she tried to close the distance.

“Mhm, d’you feel that?” Lucy asked smugly as she leaned back. “That’s me deciding exactly what you get and when you get it.”

Ona let out a shaky groan, her hips lifting instinctively. “Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking with need.

Lucy hummed, satisfied with Ona’s reaction.

“You’ll get what you want, baby,” Lucy leaned closer, her breath ghosting over Ona’s ear as she pressed her hips forward just a little more. “Remember that first time I put a blindfold on you?... since you’re so eager to talk about the past…”

Ona whimpered, nodding frantically, her hands curling helplessly against the restraints as her body arched in frustration. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

‘’The beautiful house in Rome,’’ Lucy dragged out.

“Yes,” Ona whined, her voice cracking with desperation. “I remember.”

Lucy’s lips curled into a smug grin. “Are you going to let me sit on your pretty face like that again?” she murmured.

Ona let out a shaky laugh, though it turned into a moan as Lucy shifted her hips just enough to keep her throbbing with need.

“Seems you really like my face,” Ona finally managed as she pulled herself together to make the comment, a weak attempt to egg Lucy on.

Lucy chuckled darkly, her fingers gripping Ona’s chin to tilt her face upward. “Oh, baby, I’m just looking for ways to shut up that pretty mouth of yours. Put it to good use for once,” she purred, letting her thumb brush against Ona’s bottom lip before letting it plop back into place.

Before Ona could respond, Lucy moved to inch forward. She hovered over Ona’s face, her cunt glistening from her earlier climax.

“Open,” Lucy commanded softly but firmly, her hand stroking Ona’s head as she positioned herself. Ona obeyed instantly, her mouth opening wide as her hands instinctively reached for Lucy to pull her closer, only for the restraints to keep her arms in place.

Ona let her hands fall back on the bed, submitting to Lucy completely.

“Good girl,” Lucy murmured, lowering herself just enough to let Ona taste her. Ona’s tongue flicked out, her mouth enveloping lucy’s clit eagerly. The sound that escaped Lucy was half a moan, half a growl, her head tilting back as she braced her hands on the headboard for support.

“Fuckkk that’s it,” Lucy breathed, rolling her hips slightly. “Show me how much you love it.” Her voice was laced with satisfaction as Ona sucked and licked away at her, her tongue exploring every inch with sloppy devotion.

Lucy’s pace grew more erratic, her thighs trembling as Ona’s mouth worked. The tension in her body coiled tighter. The sight of Ona beneath her—flushed, bound, blindfolded, and completely consumed - combined with the wet sounds only spurred Lucy further. ‘’you’re so good to me,” she gasped, her hand sliding into Ona’s hair to guide her movements with an urgency that left no room for misinterpretation.

Ona’s muffled moans sent vibrations through Lucy’s clit, driving her higher. Her hips ground down harder, her rhythm erratic as she chased the high building within her. “Yes, just like that,” Lucy gasped, her voice breaking into a plea as her thighs began to shake. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t—fuck, don’t stop.”

Lucy’s thighs quivered as she tipped over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her in waves that left her biting her lip to stifle a moan. She rode out her climax against Ona’s mouth, her hips slowing only as the aftershocks rippled through her.

Lucy finally lifted herself, her chest heaving as she gazed down at Ona with a wicked, sated smile. “You were brought to this earth to fuck,” she murmured breathlessly, collapsing beside Ona with a satisfied sigh, her back pressing against the headboard. “Magic mouth,” she added. It was something she said more often, but she meant it every time, Ona’s mouth was... she couldn’t even begin to describe it.  

Lucy was pulled from her thoughts as Ona turned her head toward her, her blindfolded face flush with heat, her swollen lips glistening with Lucy’s cum... the sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.

Lucy let the moment linger for a beat before recovering her composure and leaning back over Ona’s body. She captured Ona’s lips in a deep, languid kiss, savoring the taste of herself on Ona’s tongue.

“Now,” she whispered against Ona’s lips, after breaking the kiss, ‘’let’s see what we’re going to do with you.”

Lucy slipped out of bed, retrieving a harness and a strap from the dresser. The soft sound of the straps tightening echoed in the room as she secured it around her hips. She didn’t care to do it quietly though, Ona could know what was coming. The thick rubber cock stood proudly, for good measure Lucy took a bit of lube in her palm. As she turned back around to the bed she spread the lube around the length of it.

Her gaze fell to Ona, who lay stretched out on the bed. Her arms were bound securely above her head, the dark fabric of the blindfold obscuring her sight.

Ona’s breaths came in shallow, trembling gasps, her body shifting restlessly as she awaited Lucy’s next move.

Lucy climbed back onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she settled between Ona’s thighs.

The head of the toy positioned barely against Ona’s slick entrance, drawing a needy whine from her throat. Her entire body tensed, her hips tilting up instinctively, seeking for more.

“you’re so eager,” Lucy murmured, her voice low and teasing. She pressed the tip just slightly further, sliding along Ona’s folds without entering her. The teasing pressure sent a jolt of sensation straight to Ona’s core, her breath hitching audibly.

“Lucy,” Ona whimpered, the desperation in her voice evident. “Please.. I need.. I want.”

Lucy smirked, her hands gripping Ona’s thighs firmly, keeping her in place. “You need it?” she repeated mockingly. “Tell me how bad you need it, baby. Let me hear you beg.”

Ona swallowed hard, her body trembling with a mix of frustration and arousal. “I—please, Lucy,” she stammered, her words tumbling out in a high-pitched rush. “I need you so bad. I’ll be good—I’ll take it so good. Please, just give it to me.”

The corner of Lucy’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. She loved the way Ona sounded when she was desperate, her voice trembling with raw need.

“yeah you will,” Lucy murmured.

Finally, she pushed in, the thick toy stretching Ona slowly, inch by inch. Ona’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, her body arching as the sensation overwhelmed her. The fullness was exquisite, the slight burn of the stretch only adding to the pleasure.

“Fuck,” Ona gasped, her voice breaking as Lucy sank deeper. The toy filled her completely, the unrelenting pressure driving every nerve in her body to attention.

Lucy paused, letting Ona adjust, her hands gripping Ona’s hips possessively. “Feels good?” Lucy whispered, her gaze was fixed on their connected hips.

“Yes,” Ona sobbed, her hips moving of their own accord as she tried to draw Lucy in deeper. The restraints on her wrists kept her from touching Lucy, leaving her feeling deliciously helpless. This was it. This was what she wanted.

Lucy began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, her hips rolling with deliberate precision. Each thrust was measured, the rhythm slow enough to tease but just enough to build the heath inside Ona.

The thick toy pressed against all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure radiating through her body.

Ona’s breathing grew erratic, her moans rising in pitch as Lucy’s movements quickened. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness combined with the friction pushing her closer to the edge with every thrust. Her toes curled, her legs trembling as she felt the orgasm building deep within her.

“Lucy—I’m—oh God, I’m so close,” Ona cried, her voice trembling. The blindfold heightened every sensation, leaving her completely at the mercy of Lucy’s touch.

“Come for me,” Lucy commanded, speaking through gritted teeth as she focused on keeping up the rhythm.

Ona shattered, her body arching as her orgasm tore through her in a powerful unrelenting rush. Her cries filled the room, her muscles trembling as pleasure coursed through her veins. Lucy didn’t stop, her thrusts slowing but maintaining enough pressure to draw out every last tremor of Ona’s release.

When Ona finally stilled, her chest heaving, Lucy withdrew slowly, smirking at the soft whimper it drew from her lover.

“m’not done yet,” Lucy said, her voice thick with anticipation. She slid down Ona’s body, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs. Ona was still trembling, her skin hypersensitive as Lucy’s lips trailed closer to her center.

Lucy’s tongue flicked out, teasing Ona’s clit with light, feathery strokes. Ona’s body jerked in response, her hips bucking instinctively. “Luce,” she whimpered, her voice tinged with both desperation and overstimulation.

Lucy’s mouth worked her clit, her tongue circling and flicking in a maddening rhythm. Her hands gripped Ona’s thighs, holding her in place as she added a finger, then another, sliding inside her with ease. Ona’s walls clenched around her fingers, her moans growing louder with every thrust.

“Fuck, Lucy,” Ona gasped, her voice breaking. The combination of Lucy’s mouth and fingers was almost too much, the sensations building with an intensity that left her breathless. ‘’no, I-

“Sshh, you can take it,” Lucy murmured, her voice muffled against Ona’s slick skin. “Let me hear you.”

Ona’s second orgasm came hard and fast, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as her cries echoed in the room. The pleasure was blinding, her entire body writhing as Lucy pushed her higher and higher.

When Ona’s body collapsed weakly against the bed, Lucy pulled away briefly, her lips and chin glistening. “One more,” she murmured as she kept looking at Ona’s dripping center.

“I can’t,” Ona whimpered, shaking her head weakly.

“Yes, you can,” Lucy insisted, her hands stroking Ona’s trembling thighs tenderly. She leaned in again, this time using only her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly, lapping at Ona’s entrance.

Ona writhed beneath her, her body hypersensitive and overwhelmed. Lucy knew she got like this with the blindfold. She loved it and hated it at the same time. It felt like all her nerves where on high alert.

Lucy shifted, struggling the harness from her hips, kicking it out of the bed as she kept her head between Ona’s thighs.

The slow, unrelenting attention pushed her toward the edge again, her protests dissolving into desperate moans.

The third orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing as she cried out Lucy’s name. Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, her body shaking with the force of her release.

Finally, Lucy pulled back, kissing Ona’s trembling thighs as she soothed her with soft words. She hovered over her wife and removed the blindfold carefully, pressing a kiss to Ona’s forehead after.

“You’re so perfect,” Lucy whispered, taking off the restraints from Ona’s wrists. Kissing the skin after.

Lucy ran her fingers through Ona’s hair, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “That’s my good girl,” she murmured lovingly.

“You did so good,” Lucy whispered, pulling Ona into her arms. Ona nestled into Lucy’s neck, her breath still shaky as she clung to her.

Lucy’s fingers lazily traced circles on Ona’s skin, smiling as she felt the steady rise and fall of Ona’s chest. The warmth of their bodies pressed together made it almost impossible not to surrender and sink into the blissful haze.

“That was definitely a record of some sorts,” Lucy hummed as she allowed herself to think back to what they’d just did.

Ona stirred slightly but didn’t respond. She was too far gone, her body heavy with exhaustion, her breathing soft and even. Lucy smiled contently, her hand stilling for a moment as she glanced at the alarm clock on their nightstand.

7:04 a.m.

“Holy fuck,” Lucy muttered. It wasn’t even late anymore, it was early. Horrible. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and let the warmth of Ona’s body lull her into oblivion. But a quick glance around the room reminded her of the chaos they’d left behind. The mirror, the cuffs, the harnesses - everything was still scattered about.

Lucy sighed, carefully sliding out from under Ona. Ona groaned softly, reaching out instinctively as if searching for her. “Shh, I’ll be right back,” Lucy murmured, brushing a kiss against Ona’s temple.

Yawning, Lucy steadied herself on her feet, the cool air prickling against her clammy skin. She scanned over the room and decided to start with setting away the mirror.

Dragging it back to the closet, she put that back where it belonged first.

Next, she turned to the accessories strewn across the bed and floor. She picked them up one by one, she bit her lip as she picked up the collar, damn, they hadn’t even got to use that.

After having collected everything and their dirty clothes, she took them to the bathroom. The open design of the space was sleek and modern, but right now it felt like a curse. What if someone would come in to their room this morning.

Lucy put the ruined clothes in the laundry basket and saw a solution to her problem, she grabbed a towel and wrapped their toys in it before placing it on top in the laundry basket as well. A problem for later.

As she was done, the fatigue caught up with her, making her blink a few times to keep her eyes focused. Letting out another yawn, she headed to the toilet.

She was just about to finish when she heard soft footsteps coming towards her.

Turning her head slightly, she saw Ona, her hair a wild mess, standing in the doorway with a sleepy, silly smile.

“Hey,” Ona mumbled.

Lucy couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey.”

Without hesitation, Ona walked over and sat on Lucy’s lap, wrapping her arms loosely around her neck. “That was so good,” Ona murmured, her voice drowsy but sincere.

Lucy smirked, brushing her hand over Ona’s back. “Mhm,” she agreed, her tone light. “Why are you—uh, what are you doing?”

Ona leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Lucy’s lips before standing again. “Sorry, I had to pee too. And I missed you.”

Lucy chuckled, shaking her head as she used the space Ona had given her to finish wiping and flush. “I thought it was really good too,” she said, standing up and stepping aside to give Ona space.

“Do you know how late.. well, how early it is?” Lucy asked, leaning against the sink as Ona settled onto the toilet.

“No?” Ona yawned, looking up at her groggily. “How late is it?”

Lucy smiled, reaching out to gently untangle some of the knots in Ona’s messy hair, her fingers brushing through it carefully. “Past seven in the morning.”

The corners of Ona’s mouth dropped in mock horror. “ah dios.”

“I know, right?” Lucy said with a breathy laugh. Turning to the cabinet, she grabbed a washcloth and wet it under the tap. “I’ll try to make sure no one wakes you up later, okay?”

Ona gave a sleepy nod.

…

After Lucy had cleaned them both up, she slipped into a pair of clean boxers. She grabbed a pair for Ona as well, gently coaxing her to lift her feet as she slid them on. Then she reached for one of her oversized shirts, pulling it over Ona’s head. Ona mumbled something incoherent but let Lucy dress her, too tired to protest.

Lucy considered changing out of her sports bra but dismissed the thought, too exhausted to bother. Instead, she walked out infront of Ona to the bed and pulled the covers back, she helped Ona settle into bed before climbing in beside her.

The two of them curled up together, seeking the warmth they’d momentarily lost. Ona nestled against Lucy’s chest, pressing soft, lazy kisses to her collarbone.

“t'amo,” Ona murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Te amo más,” Lucy whispered, her lips brushing Ona’s forehead.

As the minutes stretched on, Ona turned her back to Lucy, tugging Lucy’s arm around her waist. Lucy smiled, letting herself fall into the position she knew Ona wanted. She pressed her face against Ona’s shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin as her breathing slowed.

Within moments, both of them were drifting off.

…

"Mommy, mommy!"

Lucy jolted awake, instantly recognizing Lucas’s voice. As she sat up, a pounding headache reminded her of last night.. well…their night had ended only a couple hours ago.. a night with just a bit too much wine and far too little sleep.

Lucas padded into the bedroom, his wide eyes already glassy with tears. Lucy met him halfway, crouching down and putting a finger to her lips. "Shhh, Lucas," she whispered. "Let’s not wake Mama."

Behind him, Diane stepped into the room, her expression equal parts amused and annoyed. "Shhh, Lucas," she mocked in a whisper, waving a hand in front of her nose. "Good grief, Lucy, do you ever open a window in here? It reeks of s-"

"Mom!" Lucy’s voice dropped to a stressed whisper, her eyes widened as she quickly covered Lucas’s ears.

Diane frowned. "Sweat. Lucy. Good grace, get your head out of the gutter." She plucked a T-shirt from the chair and tossed it toward Lucy.

Lucy caught it out of the air and put it on.

Lucas tugged at Lucy’s hand. "What’s sweat?" he asked, his voice still wobbly from crying.

Lucy ignored the question for now, focusing instead on her son’s tear-streaked cheeks. She gently brushed them with her thumb. "Why were you crying, sweetheart?"

"Oliver no estaba aquí cuando me he despertado," Lucas sniffled. "La abuela ha dicho que Oliver se quedado con el tito Joan. Yo también quiero eso."

"Oh, I know, baby," Lucy said softly. "You like sleepovers too. Next time, okay? You were already asleep last night when we made the plan."

Lucas nodded reluctantly, "and I didn’t know where you and Mama were," he murmured.

Lucy kissed his cheek. "Right here, love. Mama and I were just a little tired this morning."

"But what is sweat?" Lucas asked again, his curiosity overpowering his earlier sadness.

"Eh… el sudor?" Lucy hesitated, trying to explain. "You know, when you exercise or work hard… you sweat. It kind of stinks."

"Bleh!" Lucas scrunched his nose in mock disgust, giggling.

"Yeah, bleh," Lucy chuckled, guiding him toward the hallway as she realized his voice wasn’t exactly quiet, and Diane was already standing waiting in the doorway.

"Do I stink too?" Lucas asked, his question making Diane laugh.

"No," Lucy smiled. "But you will when you’re older."

"Why?"

"I don’t know," Lucy said, amused by his persistence.

"So Grandma stinks the most?" Lucas announced with absolute certainty. ´´Cus grandma said she´s really old.´´

Lucy bit back a laugh, glancing at Diane, whose unimpressed expression said it all. "Yup," she teased.

‘’Mom?" Lucas asked as they headed down the stairs. "Are you coming with us to breakfast?’’

Lucy sighed, trying to keep up with his rapid-fire questions. "What do you mean, baby?"

"Grandpa and I were thinking of going out for breakfast," Diane said from behind them. "But we can also take just Lucas." She offered.

"That’s a nice idea," Lucy said, pausing on the steps. "But yeah, I think we should let mama sleep a little more, and I was planning to clean up a little."

Lucas pouted, tracing a line from the logo on Lucy´s shirt with his pointer finger.

´´Isn´t that fun?’’ Lucy tried to cheer him, ‘’you get grandpa and grandma all for yourself, bet Ollie will be jealous when you tell him when he’s back.’’

All of a sudden Lucas brightened, Lucy hadn’t expected her convincing was going to work that well.

But that wasn’t what had come to Lucas’ mind, "can Alejandro’s moms come?"

Lucy froze mid-step, nearly missing the next one. Alejandro’s moms, oh no. Sobriety hit her like a bucket of ice water as she realized Carmen and Rosa were still in the house. She could only pray they had been fast asleep the whole time, the thought of them hearing… anything… was mortifying.

"Uh, Carmen and Rosa will need to head home," Lucy said, recovering quickly. "They have to get back to Alejandro and Misa, right?" She adjusted Lucas in her arms, smiling to him. "So it’ll just be Grandma, Grandpa, and you."

Lucas seemed to accept this answer, snuggling into his moms neck as they reached the living room.

"Good morning," Lucy greeted brightly, her voice a little too chipper for someone who had barely managed three hours of sleep. If she acted normal, maybe her friends would too—at least, that was the hope.

Carmen and Rosa were seated at the breakfast table, both cradling steaming mugs of coffee. Lucy quickly learned that her mom had helped them rummage through the kitchen to get breakfast started. Relief tugged at the corners of her lips—at least they hadn’t woken up completely helpless.

Lucy moved to the coffee machine and began preparing a fresh brew, the rhythmic hum of the machine oddly grounding. Glancing at the table, she spotted two mugs that had already seen use.

"Anyone want another cup of coffee?" she asked, retrieving almond milk from the fridge. “Or something else to drink?”

"I can probably use another," Carmen said with a tired laugh, stretching her arms over her head. "The party was amazing, but I haven’t been this wiped in ages." Her gaze flitted to Lucy, amused.

Lucy let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. They’re acting normal. Thank God. A small smile broke across her face.

"Yeah, I’ll take a refill too," Rosa chimed in, tipping back the last sip left in her mug before holding it out toward Lucy.

Lucy busied herself making the coffees, the quiet hum of domesticity settling the awkwardness. As she handed the mugs back to Carmen and Rosa, they offered warm thanks.

After breakfast, the two women began to gather their things, their easy chatter punctuated by a few lingering yawns. Lucy followed them to the door, Lucas happily babbling in his grandmother’s lap in the living room.

Hugging Rosa goodbye, Lucy watched as she made her way to the car, calling back over her shoulder, “Thanks again for everything—it was so fun!”

Carmen lingered for a moment, her lips quirking into a sly smile. "Just so you know, next time we’ll order a cab," she said lightly, crossing her arms. "Or maybe we’ll stay in the guesthouse."

Lucy froze, the color draining from her face before rushing back in a hot flush. "Fuck, so you heard… I’m so sorry, I—" she stammered, her words stumbling over themselves. "We didn’t realize, sorry that you—"

“Relax, ‘’ Carmen cut her off with a wink, her expression amused and teasing rather than offended.. ‘’And to think you dared to call us gross yesterday,” she quipped, giving Lucy a playful slap on the shoulder.

Relief flooded Lucy’s chest as Rosa’s voice called from the car, urging Carmen to hurry up.

"I’ve got to go," Carmen said, walking backward toward the driveway. "See you Monday, amiga."

"Yeah, see you Monday," Lucy replied, still flustered but recovering. "Seriously, sorry again."

“Don’t worry about it,” Carmen called with a laugh, waving as she climbed into the car.

As the vehicle pulled away, Lucy shut the door firmly, leaning against the cool surface for a moment. She let out a low groan, her forehead pressed to the wood.

"Okay," she muttered, exhaling sharply. "That could’ve been so much worse."

Shaking off the lingering embarrassment, she straightened and headed back to the kitchen. The warm morning light streamed through the windows, casting the room in a peaceful glow that did little to soothe her frazzled nerves.

A few minutes later, Joaquim appeared at the side door, a backpack slung over one shoulder and sunglasses perched on his head. He chuckled as his gaze landed on Lucy, still in just a T-shirt and underwear.

"I’m guessing it’s just Lucas coming with us?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully, a genuine laugh slipping out. "Yeah, we made it a bit too late last night," she admitted with a sheepish smile.

Joaquim let out a hearty laugh, his warm, familiar tone cutting through any lingering tension. "Well, I’m glad you had a good birthday," he said, his eyes crinkling with affection. He glanced around before holding up his phone. "Do you have any idea where I can take your mom and Lucas for breakfast? I’ll call for a cab."

"Ofcourse, wait let me help," Lucy offered, moving to get her own phone and walk towards her dad.

…

After Lucy’s parents and Lucas had been picked up by the cab she had ordered for them, she found herself walking back to the bedroom.

Though she had told herself she would clean up, the exhaustion from the night before weighed on her, making the task seem impossible. She searched in her contacts and texted Ona’s second PA, asking if she could have their cleaning lady come by to clean the entire ground floor of their house, but not to come upstairs.

And If the usual can’t make it, just get someone else, she added, her fingers tapping out the words quickly. The side door is unlocked and the alarm is off, I need it done asap, thank you.

It was one of the perks of being wealthy that Lucy enjoyed. She could afford to have things taken care of when she didn’t feel like it. She knew it was a crazy thought, one that would’ve made her old self laugh at her, but right now all she wanted to do was get back in bed.

She entered the bedroom and set her phone aside, stretching her body to relieve the tension in her muscles before quietly slipping into bed.

As soon as she laid down, she realized there was indeed a smell lingering in the room. She reached for her phone again and opened a couple of windows using an app on her phone.

The cool morning breeze started to filter in, and with it, the fresh air that slowly began to clear the room.

Lucy’s eyes moved over to Ona, who was still curled up in bed. A gentle smile tugged at her lips as she watched her wife stir, slowly turning to face her side of the bed. Lucy shifted closer, her body almost instinctively seeking the warmth and comfort of Ona’s presence, though she stayed quiet, not wanting to wake her.

Ona, stirred again and closed the gap between them, cuddling up against Lucy. The soft warmth of her skin felt soothing. A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, just the sound of their breathing filling the room.

Ona started tracing patterns along Lucy’s chest, her eyes opening slowly.

Lucy mirrored Ona, but traced her fingertips along Ona’s arm and shoulder instead.

It felt like Ona was about to say something.. she didn’t know why she felt like this but Lucy was sure that Ona was thinking about something. ‘’What is it?’’ she asked softly.

‘’Hmm?’’ Ona cleared her throat, ‘’what?’’

‘’I’m pretty sure I can hear your thoughts turning.’’ Lucy said, she stroked Ona’s head gently, playing with her hair, ‘’you know we can talk about everything right? like the stuff with the therapist and-’’

‘’-its not that.’’ Ona interrupted her, she turned and pushed herself up to look Lucy in the eyes before shyly looking away again just as quickly.

‘’what?’’ Lucy asked, getting very curious now.. and a little concerned.

"It’s not what you think," Ona murmured against Lucy’s shoulder, her voice soft and hesitant. "I just had a silly thought… I don’t even know why."

Lucy shifted slightly, her hand gently running down Ona’s back. "Tell me," she encouraged.

"-Do you think…" Ona’s voice dropped, leaning closer until her lips brushed the shell of Lucy’s ear. "Do you think I’m too old… for us to try for a third?"

..

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[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I wanna know ur Fontaine msq criticisms 👁️👁️👂I’m all ears

I'm not sure if you wanted me to talk about this secretly or publicly but! Here I go!

The TLDR: Fontaine MSQ aestheticised prison, poverty, child abuse, the justice system/court and didn't properly address any of it.

More:

Focalors/Furina has way too much of a sympathetic angle for a dictator who's lets people drown with her inaction.

Neuvillette feels Bad for sentencing some people to death/prison, but that's it. He's one of the most powerful people in Fontaine. If he felt like there are systemic injustices, I.E sending an abused Child to prison, he should be the first person to DO something about it, not just cry and be sad so the audience can be like aw, that's complex character writing isn't it? No it's not! And guilt doesn't absolve you!!!!!!! (These are stuff we deal with in OTCOJ read my fic now /j)

Meropide has children in it, both Sentenced there (Wriothesley) and BORN THERE (Lanoire), and this is just a quirk of the place. Not only that, Meropide accepts prisoners of all genders and crimes. There are abusers and abuse victims in one place. Do you know how bad that is? How much potential for crimes to happen in a place like that— oh wait, Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. If you are assaulted as an inmate it literally means nothing to the court.

Wriothesley had no qualifications when he took over. Depending on how long he lived on the streets, how old he was when he killed his parents, how old he was when he was first taken in by the orphanage, etc, the man might never have more than 4–5 years of formal education. Sigewinne probably had to teach him how to write reports. And do Meropide's spreadsheets. Edit because I forgot to elaborate on this one: This isn't a point brought up anywhere, which is bad, because when poverty and incarceration robs you of a proper education (and the rights to vote in many places too, too, by the way), it reduces your prospects for jobs, reduces many people's ability to get a home etc etc. Wriothesley was just, narratively, Given his position.

Meropide is an industrialized prison, and they portray this as a good thing. Prisoners are paid in coupons for their labour, and this is also portrayed as a good thing.

The One-Meal-A-Day reform was something Paimon gushed about being so great of a perk, that people might want to go to jail for food (could be interesting and reflective of systemic poverty if MHY had brains, but they don't, so I was just Pissed because essentially all Paimon wanted to say was "Prison isn't so bad, but still don't go to prison guys! Prison labour is really hard!"). By the way, in most real-world prisons they are obligated to feed you three meals a day. Because that's how much food a human needs. MHY went with one meal just so they can say "if you want to eat more, you have to work." And then the welfare meal is a goddamn gacha. So imagine you're a starving child who's too weak to work in the fucking robot assembly line, and you wander up for your first meal in 24 hours, only to luck in with a shit one. I'd kill myself.

They wrote Wriothesley, who's a victim of the system, into a guy who's say shit like "I'm the Duke I can do whatever I want" for a cool moment where he choke-slams an inmate (I know he was a bad guy. But also, in copaganda when cops are violent/disregarding protocols, they are always only portrayed to do that against bad guys, so what does our critical thinking tells us about this one?) They wrote Wriothesley, who was an inmate of a prison so bad, so notorious that it is the literal boogeyman of Fontaine, that has a legal (???) fighting pit, with an administrator who abuses his position to be unreasonable, to willingly stay in the place and become an Administrator who would choke-slam an inmate while saying a cool line about how he has the power to do whatever he wants. They wrote him, the guy who had to be fed on the streets by melusines, to think one-meal-a-day was a good enough reform (while he spends god-knows how much on his boat). This wasn't a victim-turns-into-abuser narrative either, they want all this to be seen as positive character growth.

And then, the final kicker is, they gloss over his entire abuse. You can only read about these shit in his profile, which most people don't because they don't Have Him or doesn't care to unlock it/read it online, and they jammed his entire backstory into a flaccid info-dump at the end of his character story quest. This man isn't Allowed to feel abused and neglected and show any reaction to it within the narrative of Fontaine itself, because if they actually Gave Weight to what happened to him, they'd have to confront THE FUCKING JUSTICE SYSTEM they had NO PLANS on criticising. I don't think they ever explicitly said the fucking Crime-Theatre nonsense was Bad either.

I could go on, but this is already so long. But yeah, I hope this gave you an idea.

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[astonmartingf]

and when i'm free from the leashes of my comprehensive exam reviews, i will post my dbf fernando alonso fic that has been plaguing my drafts for a very long time!!!!

[sirenascelestiales]

how does pinterest see you moodboard! not technically tagged but saw @thearcaneuniversity’s post and decided to copy it. Everyone is welcome to do the same, these are fun!

rules: search up fashion, pantone, mood and food on pinterest and put the first picture that shows up!