#Luna is back to writing

[sugaslilsugabby]

Do you really wanna be my friend?

Spencer Reid x F! Reader

!!!NSFW/ MINORS DNI!!!

Mentions of: oral (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v (don’t be like these two, wrap it before you tap it pls), stomach bulge (size kink go brr), Dom!Spence

Authors note: I have never written for Criminal Minds and I am certainly not a great writer, but I had a thought and I put this together in less than an hour, I’m opening requests for Criminal Minds, please feel free to request blurbs or fics! ❤️🖤

Based off of this song!!

Girl, do you really wanna be my friend?

Or do you really wanna be my lover?

Moans and heavy panting were all that could be heard inside Spencer’s apartment, the sight before him was nothing short of angelic despite how wrong it was. His coworker who he had been secretly hooking up with, was on her knees, his fat cock in down her throat as she looked up at him with teary and lidded eyes. Spencer was not a lustful man by any means, but after the first time they slept together he became addicted, addicted to her.

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he threw his head back, a groan leaving his mouth at the feeling of her taking more of his cock down her throat, she let go of a moan around him, the vibrations making him hiss at the feeling. “Fuck Y/N, taking my cock so well.” Spencer pulled her off of him, ducking his head down to press his lips to hers, a whimper leaving her at the feeling of his tongue in her mouth. Pulling away she panted breathlessly. “Spence, we gotta stop doing this.” She mumbled.

I just don’t know what it is

That makes me so insane, girl

“Let’s not worry about that now pretty girl, gotta take care of you now yeah?” Spencer said, changing the subject. They had been friends for three years, ever since she joined the BAU, the hookups started one night a few months back, she had showed up to his apartment after a bad date, rambling on about how the sex was boring and the guy couldn’t make her cum. That night he ended up taking her to his room and making her cum on his cock.

Laying Y/N on the bed, he looked at her, splayed out on the bed, he planted himself in between her legs, and looking down he saw just how wet she was, her slick dripping down onto the bed, she was breathtaking. He leaned down, trailing kisses from her jaw, down to her breasts, pressing a kiss in the middle of them before cupping her breast and swirling his tongue around her already hard nipple. A meal escaped her as he teased her. He continued kissing down her body, laying down in between her legs, he pressed a soft kiss to her inner thighs. “Your so beautiful honey, so wet from just sucking my cock.” He said before pressing a kiss to her clit, Y/N gasped at the feeling, his name coming out of her mouth, he took it as a sign to continue, he licked one broad stripe up her folds, letting out a groan at the taste of her slick. This time it was her turn to tangle her fingers through his hair, her hips bucking up at the sensation of Spencer eating her pussy.

Maybe you should have my kids

‘Cause then I’d see you forever

Spencer looked up from his place between her thighs, her eyes were closed, her face contorted in pleasure and her eyebrow furrowed. Her mouth was open in the shape of an ‘o’. Spencer brought his mouth back to her clit, sucking on her bud, and bringing a finger to her entrance. Pushing in he groaned at how tight she was around his finger. He brought his finger out and added a second, a choked moan escaping her as he stuffed her cunt with his two fingers. Y/N had confessed to him once that she liked his hands and how long his fingers were, she had also confessed that when he was skimming through pages and reading, she would become so hypnotized by his fingers moving down the pages.

“Spence feels so good, so close.” She babbled, the telltale signs of her impending orgasm coming, she felt the coil in her stomach tightening. Spencer continued fingering her, hitting that special spot that had Y/N seeing stars, she let out a gasp as he suckled on her clit once more, his fingers increasing their speed but never relenting on that spot. “A-Ah Spence please, fuck your tongue feels so good!” She whimpered, a few more thrusts of his fingers and she was cumming, clenching around Spencer’s fingers and gushing, slick dripping down his fingers and onto the bed, a wet patch forming on his white sheets.

If we depart tonight

Then please just hold me tight

Spencer rose from the position he was to his knees, parting her legs to make room for him, his cock slipping through her folds and bumping her already sensitive clit, a whine escaped her, and she bucked her hips at the feeling, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, “You got one more in you, right baby? Gonna let me fuck you now?” Y/N nodded, “Yes, fuck me please, need your cock.” She slurred, her eyes glassy and lidded. Grabbing her legs, and pushing them to her chest, he slipped his cock into her hole. A moan escaped both of them at the feeling. As he continued to push his cock in, Spencer moaned at the feeling, he could never get used to how tight her pussy was. He continued pushing forward until his hips were flush against hers, she released a mewl at the feeling of how deep he was, Spencer looked down, relishing in the sight of a bulge from how deep he was. “Look at that baby, so deep inside you, your tummy’s bulging.” He pressed down on the bulge, a moan fought its way out of her mouth at the feeling of him pressing down, “S-Spencer please.” She pleaded.

He pulled out and slammed back in, watching her breasts bounce at the force of his thrust, he set a fast pace, watching her face contort in pleasure, knowing she was still sensitive from her earlier orgasm from him eating her cunt. The position had Spencer hitting her g-spot perfectly, loud moans and mewls coming from her, “Gimme kiss please, wanna kiss you.” She gasped, he brought his head down, pressing his lips to hers, slipping his tongue in, the feeling of being so deep in her cunt had him spiraling.

I hope you know I feel a way about you

I can’t doubt you no

Spencer brought his hand down to her clit, rubbing tight circles on it, Y/N clenched down on his cock at the stimulation on her clit, she was close and he could tell, she was getting louder, and it only spurred him on more, his thrusts became more frenzied, sloppier, chasing his high which was coming closer, he felt his cock stiffening inside of her tight wet cunt. “I-I’m gonna cum again, a-ah Spencer please make me cum!” She moaned, the coil once again winding up tightly in her stomach. “Yea? Are you gonna come for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl a come for me.” He said as he continued thrusting into her while simultaneously rubbing her clit, the coil snapping as her orgasm washed over her once more, clenching tightly around his cock, triggering his release, spurts of hot cum painting her insides white, he slowed down, both of them panting heavily as they came down from their highs, he pressed soft kisses to her face, small murmurs of “you did so well” and “such a good girl for me” as he pulled out, Y/N let out a whine at the feeling of Spencer pulling out.

Spencer pulled Y/N into an embrace, a sigh leaving his lips, that’s when he heard it, a small broken whimper and a sniffle, he placed his hand under Y/N’s chin, tilting her head to make her look at him. Tears were flowing, and her lips were in a pout. He wiped her tears, “What’s wrong pretty girl? Was I too rough?” She shook her head, “No Spencer, it’s not that, it felt good. But I-I don’t think we should do this anymore, I can’t keep doing this.” She explained he looked at her confused, “What do you mean Y/N? Talk to me, what’s going on?” She sighed, “Spencer, we agreed that we would do this no strings attached, how am I supposed to continue like this, pretending like I’m not in love with you?”

Her confession had shocked him, truth be told, he had suppressed his feelings for her since they agreed to keep it strictly ‘no strings attached’, but he couldn’t deny how he was attracted to her, how smart she was, how kind, and how dedicated she was to her job at the BAU, Spencer couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “Here I was thinking I was the only one struggling here, sweet girl I am so in love with you, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because I didn’t want this to end.” At his confession, a fresh set of tears trickled down Y/N’s face, the heavy weight lifted off her shoulders at the fact that Spencer ‘pretty boy’ Reid had been in love with her, she pressed her lips to his, relishing in the fact that her feelings were reciprocated.

“No more hiding around the others?” She asked, he laughed softly, “No I suppose not, though I think Morgan might know we’ve been sneaking around behind their backs.” She giggled softly. Later on, the next day, when Spencer announced their relationship to the team, everyone congratulated you two, Morgan slipped a twenty dollar bill to Hotch, “I can’t believe you were right Hotch.” Hotch smirked, “I know my team, besides, Spencer can’t keep his eyes off of her for more than 2 minutes, he’s got it bad.”

Yeah, Spencer Reid was in love with Y/N, and she was just as in love with him.

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[onabat11e]

my kind of stress relief (lucy bronze x ona batlle)

hiya lovlies! its finally finished! i’ve added the ao3 link before the read more, i decided to just cross post fics for people who like to read on tumblr also <3

rating: E for explicit (18+)

warnings: smut, strap-ons, strap sucking, fingering, cunnilingus, probably something else i forgot

summary: ona is stressed from training, lucy is more than happy to help her relax (also known as ‘I needed an excuse to write smut’, so feel free to skip the plot)

wordcount: 4.4k

AO3 Link

Lucy could practically see the stress emanating from Ona with the way she was walking from the car back to their shared apartment, her shoulders tight and head down. 

Lucy unlocked the door, holding it open to allow Ona to enter first. Both girls slipped off their shoes before Ona made a beeline for the living room and crashed onto the sofa, Lucy following her. 

“C’mon, love,” Lucy sat next to Ona, tapping her lap for her girlfriend to come and rest on her. Ona did just that, sighing as she placed her head onto Lucy, who began playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, nails gently scratching over the skin beneath.

“Tough day?” Lucy asked as she half-mindedly traced patterns across warm skin. Ona’s response was merely a grumble of something unintelligible before she planted her face into Lucy’s leg. 

“How about a bath then?” Lucy tried again for a response, a warm feeling spreading in her chest at the way Ona turned her head to look up at Lucy, brown eyes sparkling at the suggestion.

“Mmm, now that is a good idea,” she smiled through heavy eyelids before adding, “Only if you’ll join me, though.” Ona pouted as if Lucy needed any further convincing of the idea. 

“Of course, my love,” Lucy smiled at the view of her girlfriend resting her head across her lap. “Might have to let me get up first, though.” Ona rolled her eyes at the joke, planting her face back into Lucy’s thighs. 

Lucy gently nudged Ona to allow herself to get up and go to the bathroom to start the bath. Disgruntled by the loss of contact, Ona huffed and curled up on the sofa, watching Lucy wander off. 

Lucy headed towards the room’s centrepiece, a large porcelain bathtub, feeling the cool tile under her feet. She turned on the faucet, checking the temperature before putting in the plug and adding some scented bubbles under the running water. 

Lucy busied herself in rummaging through cupboards for towels and collected comfortable clothing, setting them aside for later. Lucy added a few more details: dimming the overhead lighting before striking a match and setting some tealight candles alight. Once she decided she was happy with the setting, Lucy called across the apartment to Ona, who soon plodded into the room and took in the warming embrace of the room's aura. 

“C’mere,” Lucy helped Ona undress, carefully kissing over newly exposed freckled skin after removing each piece. There was nothing Lucy enjoyed more than making Ona feel loved and beautiful. 

“My beautiful girl,” Lucy traced over Ona’s back tattoos, causing goosebumps to arise under her fingers. Ona felt the blood rush to her cheeks, blushing at the compliment from Lucy. 

“No, you,” Ona replied over her shoulder before turning back around and pulling up the bottom of Lucy’s sweatshirt, helping the older woman take it off.

After both girls were naked, Lucy climbed into the bath first, sitting and getting comfortable. Lucy held a hand up to help Ona join her, who placed herself between Lucy’s legs. Strands of loose brown hair tickled Lucy’s chest as Ona placed her head down on her. Ona released a breath and closed her eyes, relaxing a little as Lucy kissed her forehead. 

“What’s got you so stressed then?” Lucy asked, fingers intertwining with Ona’s. Unsure if Ona was ready to talk, Lucy worried that she was overstepping boundaries, but she was put at ease when Ona’s reply came quickly. 

“Mmm, just with everything happening,” Ona motioned with her hand. “Mapi’s injury, Alexia needing further surgery... what if I-“. Ona’s mind was running a million miles a minute, considering all the possibilities for herself and the club and worrying about the future of her career. 

“Shh,” Lucy kissed Ona's temple, cutting off the rambling. “Don’t overthink it. You’ll be fine; the team will be fine.” The soft tones of Lucy’s voice calmed Ona’s anxieties, allowing her to relax further into the bath. 

Lucy helped wash Ona’s hair, giving her a scalp massage as she lathered the shampoo, followed by the conditioner, and ran warm water through her hair, rinsing after each product.

Rubbing the soap into Ona’s back, Lucy could feel the stiffness of the muscles under her palms. She pressed her hands slightly harder into Ona, examining her body and the stress that her body physically held onto. 

“Your muscles feel so tight,” Lucy sighed, empathising with how tense her girlfriend must feel. Ona just sighed in agreement as a response and let Lucy continue bathing her. 

“I think you need a full-body massage, darling,” her voice lowered ever so slightly, fingertips pressing gently into the soft skin of Ona’s shoulders. A slight whine escaped Ona’s lips at the sensation of Lucy rubbing her sore tissue: her way of agreeing to a massage tonight. 

~

Ona wandered the bedroom, covered in only her towel, anticipating the massage to come. Meanwhile, Lucy had decided to slip on her sports bra and some sweatpants before quickly following Ona. 

“Get yourself comfortable,” Lucy instructed as she began lighting candles and locating the cocoa butter for Ona’s massage. Ona discarded her damp towel and lay on the bed, facing down. The scent of vanilla and lavender began to fill the room and set a calming ambience for the evening. 

The bed shifted, the weight of Lucy now kneeling next to Ona’s bare body. Lucy squeezed the bottle, cold lotion meeting warm hands, rubbing it evenly between them before starting at the base of Ona’s neck.

The cold contrast made Ona jump a little before she relaxed into Lucy’s palms, which now caressed her shoulder blades and spine. Lucy was revelling in the small whimpers that would escape Ona’s mouth. And honestly? Ona couldn’t deny that the way Lucy’s hands were working her muscles was sending small waves of pleasure low in her core. 

Lucy's hands continued, taking extra care of the tight muscles around Ona’s neck and shoulders, passing over Ona’s ‘Good Luck’ tattoo at the base of her back. Lucy’s fingers pressed and circled over Ona’s skin, using moderate pressure to relax the muscles. 

Almost inaudible noises and hums escaped Ona as Lucy continued to rub the cream into her tan skin; Lucy tried to ignore the thrumming in her lower abdomen at the noises she was evoking from Ona. Her mind wandered slightly, thinking about other ways to force Ona to make these sounds.

Lucy moved down to Ona’s legs and started pushing fingertips into muscular calves, feeling the built-up tension dissipate from the actions. She massaged the muscles, moving up and past Ona’s knees. When skilful hands reached her thighs, Ona’s legs subconsciously opened from Lucy’s touch, allowing Lucy to capture a glance at her glistening pussy. 

“Someone’s needy, huh?” Lucy teased Ona about the wetness that had gathered at her entrance. She licked her lips as she admired Ona’s form, fantasising about what she wanted to do to her. 

“I can’t help that you have that effect on me,” Ona giggled, spreading her legs wider and rolling her ass backwards, lifting herself ever so slightly off the bed. Ona would be lying if she said she couldn’t feel her pussy throbbing with need just from Lucy’s masterful hands roaming over her back.

After ensuring that she had massaged Ona thoroughly, Lucy gave Ona’s ass a playful grab before instructing Ona to turn back over. 

“Feeling better?” Lucy asked, moving up the bed to lay on her side next to Ona. Idle fingers occupied themselves with tracing swirls onto Ona’s inner forearm. 

“Mmm, mostly,” Ona’s eyes drifted down, looking at the curve of Lucy’s lips. She leant up, sneaking a quick kiss from Lucy. 

“Oh?” Lucy feigned shock, raising her eyebrows and bringing a hand to her chest. “Was it not good enough for you, my Highness?” Her fingers moved from Ona’s forearm, moving up past her tattoos, across her shoulder, before finding their resting place at the base of Ona’s neck. 

“I can think of something that would help,” the implication of Ona’s statement was heavy, hanging between them. Lucy’s eyes travelled to Ona’s lips momentarily, noticing her smirk before she pulled Ona in for a kiss. 

Ona sat up in the bed slightly, pushing into the kiss. She parted her lips against Lucy’s, begging her to deepen the kisses. Lucy straddled Ona, a knee placed between Ona’s thighs. Ona tried to subtly shuffle, bringing her core down against Lucy’s knee to try and relieve the growing pressure. The action made Lucy pull back from the kiss, taking a moment to look Ona in the eyes. 

“Naughty girl,” Lucy tutted, pushing her knee into Ona, this time with purpose, causing a slight hitch in Ona’s breath. “Trying to use my leg to get yourself off? You could have just asked nicely.” Ona tried to look away with shame, but Lucy placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head and forcing eye contact. “Do you want that? You want your pretty little pussy to get fucked?” Ona’s cheeks heated with Lucy’s crude words.

“Please,” Ona managed to breathe out, her head already dizzied with lust. Lucy's hand stroked around Ona’s neck before cupping her face and leaning back in to kiss her again. Their kisses got more frantic, tongues making small touches and asking for entry, both girls allowing the other in with ease. 

Ona was desperate to be touched, to the point she thought she would be able to cum just from grinding against Lucy. That was until Lucy pulled away again, dipping her head to kiss the sensitive skin of Ona’s neck. 

Lucy began kissing a path down her memorised map of Ona’s favourite spots, feeling the girl’s heartbeat come to life under her touch. Lucy smiled into the skin at Ona’s hitching breaths when her lip brushed over the top of a hardened nipple.

Ona’s back arched, her sensitive chest begging for more stimulation. Warm lips took the nipple in, her tongue swiping across and around it, causing Ona to writhe at the sensation. 

Lucy released the nipple with a slight tug of her teeth before leaving a wet trail of kisses across Ona’s chest to give the other equal treatment. As much as Lucy loved and wanted to drag out teasing Ona, she knew how badly the girl wanted- needed to be fucked. 

Lucy’s hand danced down soft skin and made a slow motion, dragging a single digit up Ona’s wetness. Lucy gathered the moisture on the tip of her finger, circling it around Ona’s desperate clit. 

Whispered profanity echoed in the room from the two women; Ona moaned from the teasing touches Lucy left on her. Lucy started her slow motions and stroked wide circles around Ona’s clit before building up to quickened rubbing. Lucy looked at Ona and noticed her trying to swallow her reactions, chewing on a quivering bottom lip. 

“Don’t hold back,” Lucy reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from Ona’s face before cupping her chin and looking into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.” 

“Inside,” Ona whined, barely able to form words, the now present dominance in Lucy’s voice making her feel weak. Eyebrows furrowing, she continued, “Need your fingers to fill me.” Lucy was more than happy to provide, giving teasing strokes between Ona’s folds before pushing a single finger into her. 

Ona’s groans begged Lucy for more, her hips thrusting up to meet Lucy’s movements. Lucy curved her finger gently against the soft tissue before dragging it out slowly and repeating the motions, Ona’s walls desperately fluttering, desperate for more contact. Lucy continued her movements, working at Ona’s growing wetness. 

“Need more,” Ona grabbed Lucy’s wrist, holding it and making eye contact. Lucy’s mouth twitched, a smirk forming in response to Ona’s newfound assertion. Lucy let out a slow breath before she added another finger, pushing two fingers into Ona now, feeling the warmth accommodate the increase. Ona’s grip weakened, her hand falling and letting Lucy pump strong fingers into her again. 

“You’re so good for me, baby,” Lucy cooed. “Do you know how sexy you look right now? Taking my fingers like a good girl.” Ona’s head fell back, the dirty talk sending a spark of pleasure travelling down her core.

Lucy took this as an invitation, kissing up the side of Ona’s neck, stopping when she reached underneath the younger girl's ear. Lucy took the earlobe between her teeth, using a playful force to tug on the flesh. 

The palm of Lucy’s hand hit Ona’s clit as her movements grew more intense, quickening the speed of her fingers, her bicep flexing as she thrust her arm into the movements. Lucy moved her thumb up to resume rubbing Ona’s clit. The girl's back arched further off the bed, the additional pleasure sending her reeling. 

“I-“ the word half choked, half moaned out. Ona was getting close and wasn’t sure how much longer she could last from Lucy’s fingers pleasuring her.

“I want to feel you cum on my fingers; do you think you can do that for me, baby?” The low sound of Lucy’s voice sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through her. Ona murmured a string of words in Spanish, bringing a hand to her mouth and biting down on her fingers to stifle the sounds. 

Lucy sucked the skin below Ona’s ear, sensing how close to climax the quivering girl under her was. Lucy whispered for Ona to let go, saying sweet nothings and complimenting the girl for taking her so well. 

Ona’s breathing was shallow, coming and going in short bursts. The combination of Lucy’s fingers pumping and thrusting and the roughness of the thumb on her clit was enough to push Ona over the edge.

Ona’s orgasm hit her with a crash, her walls gripping again and again onto Lucy’s slowing fingers as Lucy guided her through the waves of pleasure. All Ona could feel was her thighs shaking and clit twitching underneath Lucy’s touch.

“Oh darling, look at the mess you’ve made.” Lucy teased, making sure to maintain eye contact before licking the remnants of Ona’s cum off of her fingers and the palm of her hand. Ona’s eyes were heavy, her breathing deep as she recovered. “And to think I’d just bathed you. I guess I’ll have to clean you up.” Before Ona could come around to say anything, she felt Lucy’s tongue on her inner thigh, making long strokes against the remnants of her prior orgasm. 

“God,” Ona whined, her thigh twitching at the contact of Lucy’s tongue on her delicate skin. She opened her legs further, giving more space for Lucy to continue her work of licking and teasing Ona’s inner thighs.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” Lucy referred to the sheen covering Ona’s inner thighs and the wet patches on the bed between her legs. Ona covered her face and tilted her head back, not wanting Lucy to see the blush of embarrassment cover her cheeks. 

Lucy licked a straight line up from Ona’s entrance up to her clit, humming at the taste of her heat. The view of Lucy, head between Ona’s thighs, lapping up the juices, her juices, was breathtaking. 

Lucy sucked Ona’s swollen clit into her mouth, humming at the taste of her girlfriend’s need. Ona’s hips jolted back into the mattress, choking on a moan, the stimulation almost being too much where she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm. 

Ona’s hands slipped into Lucy’s hair, tangling among the strands, desperately needing to find more pressure. Lucy cycled between suckling on her clit and circling it with the tip of her tongue, wanting to draw out the experience as much as she could. 

“Joder,” the Spanish rolled off her tongue, her hand tangling further in the strands. “I’m not going to last long if you - God - if you keep doing that.” Moans broke up Ona’s sentence, her eyes rolling back into her head at the pleasure.

Lucy grabbed the underside of firm thighs, bringing Ona closer to her. Ona mumbled something under her breath as Lucy continued to play with Ona’s clit in her mouth, not caring about the mess that was beginning to drip down her chin from the act. 

Ona let out a whine as Lucy continued to suckle on her clit, her fingers circling Ona’s entrance again, threatening to dip inside. 

“No teasing,” Ona complained, her walls fluttering around nothing as Lucy’s fingers danced just shy of where Ona needed her desperately. Ona continued to buck her hips, her cunt begging to be fucked by Lucy’s fingers again. She pressed the digits further in, two fingers immediately finding their target, curving and pressing at Ona’s sweet spots, causing the girl to arch her back off the bed, shuddering with pleasure. 

Lucy began slowly curling her fingers and pumping inside Ona. The wet lewd sounds of Ona’s pussy filled the room, harmonising with the small whines and moans. Lucy toyed with Ona’s clit, taking her time and swirling slowly with long licks. 

Lucy could feel Ona getting close again, the woman moving her hips unrhythmically, muscles tensing from the pleasure building in her core. Lucy doubled down on her actions, fingers thrusting quicker into wetness, her tongue picking up the pace, leaving shorter and quicker licks across her.

Lucy slowed her movement as Ona’s walls began spasming around her fingers. She wanted to drag out this high for as long as she could, increasing the pressure on Ona’s hot clit as it twitched through the orgasm. 

Ona’s body went limp, her breathing hard and jagged. She looked down, beckoning Lucy to join her. Lucy leant over the top of Ona and ducked down for a small kiss. Ona smiled into the kiss, still able to taste herself on Lucy’s lips. Ona reached to tug at Lucy’s waistband, looking up through heavy eyelids for permission to dip her hand in and touch her.

“Shh, tonight is about you,” Lucy placed a hand over Ona’s. “I would rather make you cum until you forget your name.”

“But I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” Ona swallowed, trying to ignore her body’s reaction to Lucy’s near-sinful words. 

“Hmm?” Lucy quirked an eyebrow, “And how good is that?” Her thumb stroked the back of Ona’s hand as she looked into her eyes with a look of intrigue and adoration.

“So. Fucking. Good.” She kissed the side of Lucy’s neck between each word before leaving a light lick and sucking over her pulse point. 

“How about,” Lucy intertwined her fingers with Ona’s. “If you’re a good girl and cum on my cock, I might just let you eat me out. Yeah?” She squeezed Ona’s hand, awaiting her response. 

Ona shuddered with pleasure at the idea, her pussy throbbing with anticipation of Lucy’s strap filling her up. She nodded up at Lucy, biting on her lower lip slightly. 

After a short search, Lucy located the toy before stripping off and stepping into the harness, the purple strap standing to attention between her thighs, giving her a confidence boost. 

The way Ona looked up at her with lustful eyes caused a coil to tighten in the bottom of Lucy’s stomach. Lucy knew Ona was likely wet enough to take the dildo but still opted to apply additional lubricant to the length for Ona’s comfort.

Lucy rejoined her partner on the bed, target fixed on the wet heat where Ona’s thighs met. Kneeling between Ona’s legs, Lucy grabbed the base of the dildo and positioned it at Ona’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” Lucy rubbed the tip of the dildo against the wetness that remained at Ona’s entrance, watching how the girl’s abs would tighten slightly each time it hit her clit. 

“Sí, cariño,” Ona affirmed before adding, “Need you in me so badly.” She begged, opening her legs wider to beg for Lucy’s cock. Lucy was eager to oblige, using her grip on the toy to guide the tip into Ona.

Ona closed her eyes, letting her body adjust to the strap slowly being pushed into her. Lucy guided the toy slowly, inch by inch, paying close attention to her girlfriend’s expressions.

“Are you okay?” Lucy’s voice softened as she momentarily took Ona’s hand for support, her thumb rubbing against her. She paused, half inside of Ona, and waited for further assurance before moving her hips any more.

“I wanna feel you deep in me,” Ona wrapped a leg around Lucy’s back, trying to pull her closer. Lucy traced Ona’s jaw and bottom lip, smiling at her with pure love and adoration in her eyes. 

Lucy slowly moved her hips back, pulling out most of the way, pausing for a beat before easing back into Ona’s heat again.

“Fóllame,” Ona begged, needing Lucy to fuck her harder. She sucked her bottom lip in, eyes wide and full of desire. Lucy obliged, picking up her pace. The lewd sounds of skin on skin and the toy ploughing into Ona filled the room. 

Lucy hooked an arm around Ona’s right leg, lifting it around her waist to fuck Ona deeper. The new angle caused the woman underneath her to moan at the sensation of being filled. Lucy upped her pace, fucking Ona with frantic passion. She admired the way Ona’s body shook, her breasts bouncing in time with Lucy plunging her cock into Ona. 

Ona’s free hand gripped her chest, eyes rolling back at the additional pleasure she was giving herself. She took a nipple between her fingers, pulling at the sensitive area and groaning.

Her hand continued down her body, reaching her clit and gently tweaking it between two fingers. Ona stilled her hand momentarily and locked eyes with Lucy, a silent request to be allowed to touch herself. 

“Fuck,” Lucy groaned at the sight of it, head tilting back slightly, “Play with that pretty little clit for me, baby.” The rasp of Lucy’s voice sent boiling pleasure down Ona’s spine. Her fingers sped up at the command, pressing tight circles into the sensitive area. Lucy’s hips kept rutting into Ona’s, the two bodies shaking together. 

“Close,” Ona whined, thighs starting to tense up, her body getting ready for release. Lucy admired the way her cock disappeared into Ona’s body, again and again, lewd wet noises coming from Ona. 

“Cum for me,” Lucy’s voice was dark as she kept up the pace, grabbing harsher at Ona’s thighs, fucking her with an unrelenting tempo. She wanted Ona to feel every inch of her thrusting and pumping in her. 

Ona threw her head back as her noises grew in volume, her body pushed over the edge; she covered Lucy’s strap in another release, fluttering around the strap. Lucy whispered praises to Ona as her hips continued to fuck her through her climax. Lucy reduced her movements to slow, long strokes to aid Ona through the aftershocks of pleasure. Lucy pulled out of Ona, who whined at the loss before Lucy fell next to her on the bed. Lucy breathed hard, chest heaving from the physical exertion of fucking Ona's third orgasm out of her. 

Ona looked at Lucy with dopey eyes, admiring her flushed complexion and the sweat beads rolling down her temples. She couldn’t help but be enamoured by Lucy’s rising and falling chest. 

She leaned down and kissed a path down Lucy’s torso, taking extra time to worship Lucy’s prominent abs, rubbing over them with her fingers. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the dildo, Ona licked her lips before taking it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact, she used her mouth to clean her warm juices off of the strap, moaning as she did so. She hollowed her cheeks, taking the toy as far deep into her mouth as she could, tears pricking at the sides of her eyes from the sensation of the silicone hitting the back of her throat. 

After sucking the length a few times, she circled the tip with her tongue before licking down to the base and then trailed off in kisses to meet Lucy’s thigh. The new contact with sensitive skin caused Lucy to let out a fluttering breath. 

Making quick work of the harness, Ona discarded the garment and toy before bringing her face back between the muscular thighs and licking up the pooling arousal that was begging for attention. 

“Your turn,” Ona’s tone was cheeky, biting her lip. She gripped Lucy’s thighs, opening them further to position herself closer to Lucy’s pussy. 

Ona’s tongue toyed with Lucy’s entrance, teasing and dipping inside, moaning at the taste of her girlfriend's desire. Lucy sighed, the tips of her fingers digging into Ona’s scalp, beckoning her to continue. Ona hummed into Lucy’s pussy with delight at just how wet and worked up Lucy had gotten from fucking Ona into the mattress.

Ona was sloppy, her tongue lapping at Lucy’s sex, revelling in the taste and feel of her. She experimented with a range of long licks and quick movements, indulging in all of the little reactions Lucy’s body had. Ona loved feeling Lucy’s body tremble and crumble under Ona’s touch. 

The mix of saliva and Lucy’s arousal covered Ona’s lips and chin as she took Lucy’s clit into her mouth, giving a light suck on it as her tongue made quick circular strokes. 

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, baby,” the guttural groans she made in reaction to Ona’s tongue echoed through the room. Lucy’s thighs were shaking as she was already approaching her climax. 

Ona’s hands pushed down on Lucy’s hips, pinning her down and stroking up the soft skin. Roaming hands settled over abs, feeling how they would flex in response to particular tongue movements or when Ona changed the way she was sucking and lapping. 

Lucy couldn’t stop the string of profanity from leaving her mouth, her body feeling overrun with the pleasure that her girlfriend’s mouth was giving her. Ona’s tongue continued to dance circles around Lucy’s clit, not daring to falter or slow. 

“Fuck,” Lucy exclaimed as her head fell back against the pillow. “I’m close,” her hands continued tangling into Ona’s damp hair, her nails pressing against the soft skin of Ona’s scalp. Lucy’s back arched further off of the bed, her hips grinding into Ona’s mouth as she chased her high.

Lucy’s shallow panting stopped momentarily, her hips lifting off the bed as she held Ona’s head in place, trembling against the wet mouth that remained sucking on her clit. 

Lucy let out a shuddering breath as she tried to regulate her breathing after cumming hard on Ona’s tongue. 

“Alright, baby?” Ona shuffled back up the bed, curling up into Lucy’s side and draping an arm across her torso.

“Feeling relaxed yet?” Lucy asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Ona’s ear before she replied:

“Mhm, that’s my kind of stress relief.”

[hoseoksluna]

— 🐚. hi, my loves,

i am back! i’m currently looking at a rainbow from my balcony as i’m smoking. i’ve just returned from my vacation in turkey and i’m back, brimming with sunlight, longing and love. i’ve recharged, my mind and heart is full of ideas and i’ve missed you all so much. these last couple of days, i’ve craved to start writing for you again, but i rested as much as i could and i finally started writing part two of berries today.

i want to share some of my memories from my vacation with you. the pictures i posted above are all mine—and yes, that’s me in the middle. all dolled up, reading a little before dinner. i didn’t fall in love with anyone this time (it’s my habit, vacation crushes are the bane of my existence), but i did fall in love with the country, the customs of the turks, their honesty, love, patience and kindness. i had a taste of all those things myself—a guy lent me his jacket when it was raining on a boat in the middle of a green canyon and i was shivering in cold; an old man wanted me to sit in the passenger seat as he drove us from the beach to our hotel; a younger fella gave me a handful of fresh strawberries he was selling for free, then a whole cup of them when he saw how much i enjoyed them; an even elderly woman brought food to my plate with a smile on her beautiful, sun-kissed face. conversations with strangers, language barriers, the heat, compliments, smiles and faint touches—i experienced beauty to that very extent.

i also had the opportunity to fall in love with myself. dolling myself up, wearing different makeup than i usually do, dressing myself in milky colors, grays, whites and browns, taking care of my skin in the sun, caressing the waves sloshing upon my body, curling my hair, filling my belly until it was so full i had to rub it to alleviate it from its ache—all of those things really helped me love myself after a long season of hatred. i drank, smoked, read, dreamed, danced and laughed. i needed it like the air i breathe. 🩶

i walked until my feet and back hurt. thought of namjoon everyday, of how much he would’ve loved the beauty i saw. brought jungkook with me everywhere (and photocards of the rest of the boys in my wallet). and those stars you see? i will pour them into my writing for you, fill you with what i’ve been filled with, make you nice and full.

hope my kisses lasted you for the week. i am sending another set of them—i hope you can feel them.

mwah, mwah.

thank you for leaving me messages to come back to. it makes my love grow larger. i cherish it with everything in me.

i love you, guys, so much. too much.

luna

[redhairedgirl95]

All that glitters is not gold

Chapter 11 - The war, the aftermath, the present

The war is over. And love ... is it over too?

Helloooooo, winxers! <3 <3 <3

I am back! Here to hand you the last (</3) chapter of this prequel fic I've loved so much. Fear not, there will be more Radius & Luna or DivorcedLovers in the future. I a deeply sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but work has been and still is incredibly challenging this year, and I've only now found the right time, headspace and inspiration to run my fingers on the keyboard and type the last chapter. I thank you all for reading and following me on this journey.

Soon I'll start working on Enchanted moments season 3 (my favorite season!!!) and I hope I'll see you there too.

As always, asks are always open)<3 Leave a comment if you can, receiving that little notification does wonders for my self-esteem and makes me smile as Stella does, a full smile that can light up the sky <3

Love you all, see you on the next adventure <3

[kavennnn]

told yall we wouldnt be getting year 3 from allegory

[fatedroses]

Something silly for the trio as I think about them encountering a cactuar out in the wilds. Well, more specifically a gigantuar. Here we have: Has taken many a needle before and is very afraid, the one who physically can't feel fear but knows exactly what's about to happen, and a freshly prepared tank who is about to get pin cushioned for the first time in his life.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

y’all… i’m so SO excited about this halloween fic but… i am STRUGGLING lol. the words are not happening and there is 0 motivation to be found anywhere.

🪐<- her ass is NOT writing

[lunalycana]

Revisiting old hobbies. 🎶

[theflyingfeeling]

for those who have been waiting, the third and final chapter of my latest Olli/Allu fic is now on AO3 for you to read 💕

[mimidroolz]

PJM (the band)

[non-un-topo]

Just got a wave of affection for my horse OCs... as in, the random horses that appear in my fics

[kissingchoso]

tw: angst, my fault lmao

i’m sorry but i love grumpy!character x sunshine!reader, where the grump makes the sunshine upset (i.e getting irritated, yelling @ them, constant rejections) and the sunshine just like stops being themself. and the grump feels sooooooo fucking guilty about it and they try to egg on/apologize to sunshine, but ofc sunshine gets really affected and has a hard time getting back to their normal selves.

am i trauma dumping? sure, but reading this trope and seeing how authors approach it gets me sat every time.

[ladynicte]

Concept, that during the months where Percy went missing, and the whole Camp was searching for him 24/7, Nico just sorta developed this habit of waiting around Percy's door.

Nico is not really used to spending time in Camp, he doesn't really spend time at Camp at all, and sure, he could go with Dyonisus, or Hestia, but he doesn't wanna bother.

Nico knows, they can tell Percy's dissapearing has really started to affect him.

And sure, he's got his own Cabin now, and he used to be so excited about that, but he's found out, he doesn't really like spending time there, to spend time alone with ghosts and bones, he could just go back home.

But still, Nico doesn't want to leave.

Because, what if they manage to find Percy, or he contacts them somehow, or some other threath comes near Camp, and maybe, just maybe, Nico still has this little hope, that the next morning the doors to the Poseidon Cabin will just suddenly open up on their own, and Percy will come out of them, yawning, with his hair all messy, asking for breakfast.

He knows that doesn't happen, and will never happen, but sometimes, Nico allows himself to dream.

And, Nico knows he could actually just enter the Cabin, it wouldn't even be trespassing, not really, either way, it was Percy who first asked him to stay there with him, who first begged him to stay there, before dissapearing.

But, Nico had said no back then.

And, regardless of whether Percy is there or not, it doesn't really matter, his essence of sea salt is everywhere.

Everything on his Cabin is so quintessentially him, and Nico knows, he knows he could never get too close, he could never allow himself that much indulgence, because otherwise, his bones and blood might just boil, and there will be no more coming back from there.

Nico knows he could get lost on Percy Jackson, and if he does, there will be nothing left to salvage of him, afterwards.

So Nico must tread lightly, stand right in front of the ocean, without ever walking in.

Which, to him, translates into appearing from one of his long travels to Camp Jupiter, jumping out of a shadow, and just sitting down, right in front of Percy's Cabin door.

Nico only allows his back to hit against it, he sleeps with his head between his hands, on top of the blue marble, and that's it.

That's as close to Percy as Nico will ever allow himself to get.

And on the other hand, there's Annabeth.

Annabeth, who's dying of worry, who's hair is greying once more because of it, who feels like everything in the world is her responsibility, and Annabeth, who for the love of all The Gods, just cannot find her boyfriend.

She doesn't let other people see her like this, (Or, she tries to not let other people see her like that, at the very least.) But still, she misses Percy.

Is not just the prophecy, or the end of the world, is not just that the Camp needs both their leaders, and is not just that it's a necessity.

Is that she loves Percy and she can't see him.

So, when she's sure everybody else is supposed to be asleep, and she's breaking the rules once more, just for him, she sneaks out of her Cabin, like any self-respecting Athenea Cabin Leader, shouldn't do, and she runs to the Poseidon Cabin.

And at first, she's not sure if it's the Mist, or it's the darkness, or if she's way too tired, and way too overworked, and her eyes are starting to deceive her, but she's sure she sees it.

A little dark shadow, cuddling to the door, like a puppy begging to be let inside, in the middle of a storm.

Against her own instincts, she decides the best tactic is to approach it gently, later on, she's thankful once more to her mother.

Because, Annabeth doesn't know what Nico di Angelo would have done to her, if she suddenly ambushed him while he was dead asleep.

They decide not to talk about it, Annabeth notices the trees and grass around them starting to die, she wonders if Nico can kill even the plants buried deep under the sea.

She doesn't ask.

Instead, they both sit in silence together.

This is probably the most accompanied Annabeth has felt in ages, which is really odd, because sure she knows Nico isn't a bad person, but he still scares her, like the night, and the spiders, back when she was little.

Nico understands neither of them wants to leave, but he would, if only he wasn't so damn tired all the time, he knows he shouldn't shadowtravel so much, but if his body, and his health, are the toll for finding Percy, then so be it.

This pattern repeats every night ever since.

Nico sleeps on the entrance to Percy's door, but never goes in, Annabeth always finds him, but she never speaks.

Eventually, Annabeth starts noticing the way Nico's bones pop, barely visible underneath his dark shirt, or the way his eyebags seem heavier and darker, like a growing bruise on his face every night, the way his veins show through his pale skin, and the way he never eats, well, anything at all, really.

And just the same, Nico notices her grey hairs, the chunks of it that just randomly fall off due to stress, her dirty clothes, the way she can go almost a week straight without remembering to shower, or brush her teeth, the bruises on her body, thanks to all the excersice she's forcing her body to stand, the eyebags that only grow, and grow.

They both know they need to actually sleep at some point.

And sleep for real, not just pass out from exhaustion on Percy's floor from time to time.

Nico has never been the sort to blink first though, so Annabeth understands, negotiations here, are gonna have to fall onto her.

She tells Nico that they need to sleep, like actually quality sleep.

Nico only nods, he doesn't look like he's paying attention to her, but Annabeth's brain has already come up with the most pragmatic, and powerful strategy, to achieve what she wants right now.

Annabeth stands up, and goes back to her Cabin, not without first warning Nico that she will be back in five minutes.

Nico doesn't look like he believes her. Annabeth understands he has got no reason to believe her, it makes the strategy all the more important.

But first, not without terrorizing herself with what she's planning to do.

She sneaks back into her bed, and quietly opens the tiny backpack, that her dad helped her put together, back in their house, before she arrived back home.

She grabs her precious little bag, she opens it, and she sighs.

Annabeth shuts her eyes, and forces herself, to carry her own plan to fruition.

She comes back to Nico, with Percy's shirt, well-carried, on her hands, well, one of his shirts, his preferred Camp Half-Blood shirt.

Percy had given it to Annabeth, before she left to go live with her dad, as a sorta remember-me-by, and Annabeth had never taken it out of its package, for anything at all.

She took it everywhere with her, like a sacred symbol, of some sort of home.

And Annabeth couldn't lie, and say she wasn't scared, mostly, because Nico's stare scared her a little, she thought, if anybody would be able to call her bluff, it wouldn't be Percy, it would be Nico.

(Annabeth was also sure, Nico had a completely clear sight from birth, but that was neither here nor there.)

Her fear wasn't of Nico, though, her fear was on holding the shirt, and not being able to let go.

Of holding onto it, and ruining it, with her strong warrior hands, and her desperation, that ran organs-deep, because she knew the logical outcome here, once she grabbed it, it would eventually stop smelling like Percy, and she would hate it, and then, the illogical outcome she feared so much, that if she lost this one shirt, she would lose all connection to Percy.

And that, would kill her.

And then, it would be like she had never even met him, gone with the wind, lost at sea, like a dream, she would be left with no way to prove, she once knew a boy named Percy who saved the world.

Who loved her just as she loved him.

After that, what would Annabeth even do with herself, anymore.

That all is completely irrational, Illogical, and impossible, Annabeth understands that too, so she forces her legs to keep on moving.

She stops before Nico, and presents the shirt to him, and it isn't lost on Annabeth, the way Nico almost backs off in surprise, and the way his lips open, just ever so slightly, and the way his one visible eye gets wide, and the way Nico's cheeks get this sorta, cutesy rosey, tint to them.

And she's sure she understands, but she cannot make herself deal with that right now.

She tells him "Let's find neutral territory for the moment." She's not sure if she knows what the moment even is.

But still, Annabeth grabs his hand, and against all odds, she's surprised, as Nico allows her to, and she has to force herself not to shiver, because Nico is cold as a corpse, and Annabeth knows way too well, just how quickly corpses get cold.

Nico knows it far far better.

Nico notices. He already knows. He always does.

He doesn't judge her for it, he hates himself too much for it.

Annabeth stops them on a grass patch, some pond nymphs near by, and she can see the nymphs snarling at Nico, and for some reason, she feels so angry all of a sudden, because Annabeth knows, it's not like Nico has ever actually done anything to them.

Annabeth is suddenly reminded of her first big fight with Hera, of screaming at her face, that Nico did belong, back then, it felt so instinctively true.

Now, Annabeth could see the way the Camp died away at his presence, the way the rest of the kids never approached him, unless they needed Nico's help for something.

And yet, Nico did always help them.

Before Annabeth can catch herself, she's already running towards the nymphs, her fists raised, and she knows there was a time where not every single little thing, disturbed her like this, but Nico just grabs her arm, and this time, Annabeth can't hold back the shivers because he's so so cold, and so strong.

Nico quietly tells her, for all to hear "They are just scared, it's fine."

Annabeth knows she can't blame them, because she's scared too, and Nico knows it.

Annabeth slaps her head, forcing herself to back down, she makes herself keep glaring at the pond, but her angry stare just doesn't hold, as she slowly, but surely, forces the shirt done her frame.

Annabeth wants so badly to hold onto it and make it eternal.

The shirt is old, it's only a little oversized on her, it smells exactly like Percy, exactly like the sea.

She's a strong girl, Annabeth doesn't cry, but if she does cry, Nico isn't gonna tell on her with anybody, either way.

After a while, where nobody says anything, where Nico only stares at her:

Annabeth lays quietly on the grass, her eyes wide open, on the moon, and she spreads her arms wide, she can hold them open for an eternity, if that's what it takes until Nico accepts it.

It does feel like an eternity, a little bit like holding the weight of the world in her shoulders, before Nico, looking like a mysterious shadow, slips into her arms.

They don't talk about it, but they can hear their hearts beating way too fast, and way too loud.

Nico has his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and Annabeth has got to remind herself, that he's holding onto Percy's shirt, not onto her, there's a part of her, that's curious to see, to try to test Nico's limits, to toss the shirt at a fire, and watch Nico chase after it.

But she loves this damn shirt far too much to ever do something like that.

Slowly, Annabeth lowers her own arms, and she's holding onto Nico's hair now, his head heavy between her hands, and Nico is holding onto Percy, which leaves Annabeth wondering, what exactly is her excuse then, in their situation.

At some point, her eyes close, and she doesn't even notice it.

It's the first night of true sleep Nico has gotten in a really long time, for once, not searching for Percy even in his dreams.

The next morning he has breakfast, that he doesn't really eat, but he stays, and it occurs to Annabeth, that Nico staying anywhere, was everything Percy had ever wanted.

She would have to brag about it to him, once Percy got back.

Percy and Nico never admit it out loud.

They understand they are doing something odd.

But Annabeth keeps wearing the shirt, and Nico keeps falling asleep by her side, and there's no excuse to it, anymore, they both can tell the shirt has long since, stopped smelling like Percy and sea salt, and started smelling like shampoo, and Nico's rotten corpse, and pomegranates essence.

Somehow, Annabeth finds, she doesn't hate it that bad.

Nico despises it, but he can't let go of one of the very few soft things he's ever known.

And that's fine, because Annabeth keeps laying with her arms open without asking any questions, and Nico keeps falling asleep, while holding onto her waist, without offering any explanations.

They both know it will never be the same, not ever what they are actually craving, and searching for, because this whole situation has only made them hunt for Percy even harder.

But they can still keep each other company, until they manage to find Percy, somehow, that is.

Annabeth is surprised to find that now, instead of dying, the grass underneath Nico grows mushrooms.

Nico is too.

[barclaysangel]

Y’all remember the transfem Juniper Wheeler AU?

Ok so I kept searching and searching and searching for a proper fc for Juniper that actually looks like Teo and is Filipina. Couldn’t find anything…

…then my dumbass remembered that Teo has an older sister, Isa. I could’ve been using Isa Briones this entire time.

Like, the similarities are insane (photo credit to @the-carlos-cow-eyes )!

So this is an official post saying that Isa is Juniper’s fc for this AU :)

[redhairedgirl95]

All that glitters is not gold

Chapter 10 - Fading lights

We are reaching the end of the line. There are cracks and the light ... can't shine forever.

Happy (late) Easter, winxers! I'm so sorry to have made you wait so long for the update, but it's here! I hove you've enjoyed it and can't wait to hear (read) your thoughts.

Thank you for sticking around <3