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Consigue acceso anticipado de la Red Magic Nova Gaming Tablet por solo 1€
Red Magic ha presentado oficialmente los detalles de lanzamiento global de su nueva tablet de gaming, la Red Magic Nova. Este dispositivo destaca por su sofisticada configuración, que incluye una pantalla LCD de 10,9 pulgadas y resolución 2.8K, acompañada de una alta tasa de refresco de 144Hz. El rendimiento viene garantizado por el potente procesador Snapdragon 8 Gen 3 Leading Edition, que…
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Red Magic Nova Tablet Unveiled with Snapdragon 8 Gen 3
Red Magic has unveiled its latest gaming tablet, the Nova, as the successor to last year’s Red Magic Tablet. True to form, the Nova uses the most advanced chip available today. The new Nova tablet runs on the latest Snapdragon 8 Gen 3 (the AC version also known as Leading version with the higher-clocked 3.4 GHz main Cortex-X4 core) paired with 12 GB/256 GB, 16 GB/512 GB or 24 GB/1 TB memory…
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Let's learn a little tiny bit about the girls, shall we?
Sara Ward - Riot Red Age: 23 Time Awakened: Five Years Role: Team Leader, Rhythm Guitarist, Lead vocalist Instrument/Weapon: Guitar (Ovation Breadwinner) Magical Girl Specialization: Melee Fighter
Cass Coates - Riot Yellow Age: 23 Time Awakened: Five Years Role: Second-in-Command, Lead Guitarist, Backing Vocalist Instrument/Weapon: Guitar (Fender Jaguar) Magical Girl Specialization: Long-Range Combat Expert
Hana Hasegawa - Riot Green Age: 22 Time Awakened: Five Years Role: Bass Guitarist Instrument/Weapon: Bass Guitar (Fender Precision) Magical Girl Specialization: Defensive Support, Team Buffs
Nova - Riot Blue Age: 18 Time Awakened: Five Years Role: Drummer Instrument/Weapon: Drum Kit (Gretsch Catalina Club) Magical Girl Specialization: Crowd Control, Enemy Debuffs
Claire Ryland - Riot Purple Age: 22 Time Awakened: Brand New Role: Keyboard Player (and Protagonist) Instrument/Weapon: Keytar (Korg RK-100S2) Magical Girl Specialization: Melee/Ranged Mixed Assault, Secondary Support
Character art and designs by Amber Dill - @ambisweetiepie
#magica riot#magical girls#sara ward#cass coates#hana hasegawa#nova#claire ryland#riot red#riot yellow#riot green#riot blue#riot purple
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Happy Thanksgiving! 🧡💙
#illustration#digital illustration#manga#aestheitcs#art#anime#melanin poppin#melaninmagic#melanin#black women#black girl moodboard#black girl magic#nova#red head#ginger#anime fanart#black art#beautiful#artists on tumblr#lol#stunning#babe#generative art#portrait
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Battle of the Gingers Wave 1 Preliminary Round #39
Whoever gets the most votes moves onto the next wave
#battle of the gingers#botg preliminary round#jake spider monkey#adam lyon#my gym partner's a monkey#oscar dunckel#the saint's magic power is omnipotent#penelope pearson#pepper ann#mira nova#buzz lightyear of star command#ann possible#kim possible#big red#kelsey pokoly#jp mercer#craig of the creek#jay ferin#just roll with it#jrwi#tournament poll
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I can't belive we get to see Diana preform this festival I can't wait!
Update 1 at the festival:
That was amazing! I can't belive I got to see a unicorn here is a pic!
Update 2:
Why aren't ppl getting eaten
Nvm this is fun
Sorry ran out of battery I couldn't take a pic!
Anyways you just had to be there so..
#Luna Nova Blogging
#little witch academia#lwa#diana cavendish#red team#luna nova blogging#my post#samhain magic festival#samhain festival#lwa ep 13#akko kagari#little witch academy#akko#rp#image id
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lost in the dark (Hunger AU) webweave
Created as a tribute to the absolutely incredible fic @definitelynotshouting is writing, up to the current plot beat!
// Sources under readmore //
What is a webweave? Previous art: Third Life | Void Falling | Attempt 33 | Martyn | Limited Life | Nightingale Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | singing songs to the secrets behind my eye | A Hundred Things We Had Not Dreamed Of | solving counting sheep
Pt. 1: Flutter / Valerie Hammond ◆ Sanssouci Palace + The Black Ice Cream Song edit / @mountainqoats ◆ Excerpt from The Average Fourth Grader is a Better Poet Than You (And Me Too) / Hannah Gamble via @blackberryjambaby ◆ of course i bite textpost / @valtsv ◆ Lie Down / Ellen Jenkins ◆ 27 / Daniil Kharms trans. Matvei Yankelevich ◆ Embrace my Soul / Sergio Borga ◆ Color Changing Magic Potion / DirksenCraft ◆ Fragile Bird / @cocoabats ◆ Holding Onto Black Metal / Debra Baxter ◆ Excerpt from III. The Child / Quinn Newell via @voicedwords ◆ Crawler Pot / Rose Schmits ◆ Metamorph / Gunnel Watkins ◆ Untitled eye / Henrik Aa Uldalen ◆ tumblr guide for chad twitter users (real) / @arahir ◆ the best way to solve problems tweet / @wolfpupy
Pt. 2: Reoccurring Nightmare comic / @deep-dark-fears ◆ Knotted Serpentine / Hannah Russell ◆ Garden + Blues in Dallas edit / @mountainqoats ◆ The Watching Moth / Cady Shaye Poorman ◆ NOCTURNAL Series 11 of 20 / Santiago Caruso ◆ Watching Moth / Cady Shaye Poorman ◆ Afterglow / Pei Wang ◆ Sun in an Empty Room + The Young Thousands edit / @mountainqoats ◆ Study for "Mathematics," "The Sciences" / Kenyon Cox ◆ Hard to Swallow / Debra Baxter ◆ Molly Brodak / Molly Brodak via @kafk-a ◆ 02112022, S.T. / @ryebreadgf ◆ Woman with Red Hood / Alice Pike Barney ◆ Come On, Motherfucker, You Survived! / @selfhealingmoments ◆ Excerpt from The Blind Assassin / Margaret Atwood via @flowerytale ◆ Heirloom II / Cindy Rizza
Pt. 3: Excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock / T.S. Eliot ◆ i love you. i can't tell you / @/tturing (OP altered, original contents linked) ◆ Hope is the Thing - Sunset Flight / Erica Wagner ◆ Poppies + Nova Scotia edit / @mountainqoats ◆ Untitled (open/end) / Debra Baxter ◆ Excerpt from Alive at the End of the World / Saeed Jones via @geryone ◆ Weeping (Lamentacia) / Dezider Toth via @amare-habeo ◆ NOCTURNAL Series 7 of 20 / Santiago Caruso ◆ Fridge Funerary Epitaph / @catilinas ◆ Untitled (Trail of eyes) / @julialepetit ◆ Stained Glass Hellebore, California Poppy, + Poppy / Jessica Saunders ◆ 世界の声が聞こえるとき (When the voice of the world is heard) / Tomohiro Inaba ◆ Still from Don't make me do this again gif / @cibastion ◆ Excerpt from So I Locked Myself Inside a Star for Twenty Years / Jeremy Radin ◆ Excerpt from Invisible Monsters / Chuck Palahniuk via @quotespile ◆ Potion Bottles / Edited from Panel 1 Source
#hunger au#webweave#web weave#salem tag#salem art#TJ IM SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO POST THIS!! YOUR FIC IS INCREDIBLE AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE FOREVER
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Yo solo digo que deberías hacer una historia basada en esta canción.
Or what we know in the world of fanfiction as a song-fic. Sorry, I have intrusive thoughts sometimes
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
To the anons who sended requests like this one, I hope this made you happy aswell :)
Summary: Lucy Bronze gets an invitation to a special speakeasy. Should she go? It is her last chance to use the invitation because she is leaving Barcelona in a couple days…
Warnings: sub!Lucy, smut, smut, smut, dom!Ona, I feel like I should say a BDSM warning.. things get…freaky. use of words like slut/toy/etc.. 50% AU (only bcs Ona is no footballer). Also, there is some Spanish in this, for continuity purposes it is not translated but I have made sure everything can be understood from context (i think).
Vino tinto y una súper Nova
Wordcount: 13k, i really cant keep it short damn, this was supposed to be 5k max.
Lucy stared at the little black card in her hand for what felt like the thousandth time since she had received it three months ago, her mind racing. She would never, right? The thought echoed in her head as she traced the dark red letters on the card with her finger. Elixír Oculto.
The name alone had an intoxicating allure, a whisper of something forbidden. A speakeasy in the heart of Barcelona... how could she resist? The idea was undeniably cool, almost too tempting to let the opportunity go to waste.
When she had done some digging online, the secrecy surrounding the place had only heightened her curiosity. There wasn't much information, but the description she'd found told her everything she needed to know and more.
"Indulge in an intimate atmosphere where connections flourish, and desires are whispered between sips of the finest vintage. At Elixír Oculto, we offer an exclusive, invite-only experience where boundaries blur, and the night unfolds in ways only your imagination can envision. Here, every encounter is as unforgettable as the last, curated for those who seek more than just the ordinary. Discretion is our promise, and a magical experience is our guarantee."
Lucy frowned, her heart beating a little faster. She wasn't really considering this... was she? A sex club? But then again... these were her last days in Barcelona. Maybe this could be her little farewell gift to herself, a night of adventure. It had been too long since she'd done anything like that. But could she really go through with it? Was she truly going to sleep with someone who might be paid for it? Shouldn't she just pick up someone at a bar instead? But then again, who knew if the people there were paid or not?
Maybe, just maybe, everyone with an invite was just like her - someone just looking for a bit of fun, a brief escape. She could meet someone on the same wavelength, someone who wanted what she wanted: a night of no-strings-attached pleasure.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had played all her games, packed all her bags... didn't she deserve a little adventure? Five more days in Barcelona, one more night to herself. What was the harm in just taking a peek inside this speakeasy? If it turned out to be nothing, she could simply turn around and leave, laughing about it later.
But what if it wasn't? What if it was everything the card hinted at and more? Lucy glanced at the card again, feeling the pull of the unknown. Maybe... just maybe... this was exactly what she needed.
Lucy stepped into the shower, letting the hot water trail over her, washing away the tension of the day.
She took her time, scrubbing herself thoroughly, feeling grateful once again for the laser hair removal she’d undergone. Smooth skin was a necessity in her line of work for her, where shared dressing rooms were the norm. But it also came in handy for those unexpected moments of.. fun, the ones she hadn't had in far too long.
By the time she finished, it was around 7:00 PM. She sat naked on her bed, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, scrolling through her phone absently. Cooking? Or ordering in and going out? The question lingered as her eyes drifted back to the little black card lying on the nightstand. Ordering in and going out to where, exactly? Was she really going to that club? She asked herself.
She shook her head, making a quick decision. Sushi. Might as well savor some of Spain’s delicious fish before she left. After placing the order, Lucy stood in front of her nearly empty closet, groaning in frustration. Everything's packed... Was she really about to dig into her suitcase for something to wear? All this for a night at a sex club? Pathetic, she thought, but with a sigh, she unzipped the suitcase dedicated to her formal wear anyways.
She went through the neatly folded clothes, searching for the least wrinkled option. Finally, she settled on a brown suit. Not her first choice, but it would do.
At least she hadn't packed her jewelry and didn’t have to dig for that. Small victories.
Glasses or lenses? She hesitated, then opted for glasses. If there was ever a time to pull a "Clark Kent," this was it. With any luck, no one would recognize her there.
Loose hair, she decided. It was different from her usual look, but she slipped two hair ties onto her wrist just in case - always good to be prepared.
Back in the bathroom, she leaned into the mirror, the only one left in her apartment. She couldn’t check her entire outfit, but at least she could perfect her makeup. A touch of light foundation, a sweep of mascara, a hint of blush, she kept it simple.
She smiled at her reflection, feeling a flicker of confidence. You’re Lucy Bronze. She reminded herself, taking a deep breath. You can do whatever you want. You’re going to this club because you deserve it, and because you want it.
She practiced a wink, her attempt at charm feeling a bit rusty. Why was this so hard? she groaned, shaking her head with a small, self-deprecating laugh. She really needed to do things like this more often.
With a splash of her favorite perfume, she sealed the deal. The scent was subtle but intoxicating, just enough to boost her confidence.
She walked into the kitchen, turning on some music to give herself a little pep talk in the form of a dance, well, something resembling a dance at least, but no one could see her here anyways. She needed to get in the mood, shake off some nerves.
No alcohol, she reminded herself. She was still a professional athlete, after all. Even though a drink might ease her anxiety, she wasn’t about to compromise her principles just because she was nervous. She was still in season, and there was no room for slacking off.
Lucy exhaled slowly, pulling herself together. No liquid courage needed. She could do this on her own. She wasn’t going to waste this invitation - she was going to embrace it. And if she was honest with herself, she knew she wanted this.
Lucy took a deep breath, standing inside of what looked like just another ordinary bar. This should be it, right? she thought, glancing around. It didn't look like anything special, but then again, that was the point of a speakeasy.
Her fingers brushed over the little black card in her pocket, the red letters Elixír Oculto barely visible in the dim light. Oh, right... the 'vino tinto' thing, she remembered. The guy inviting her had mentioned something about asking for the red wine specialties. Maybe that was the theme of the club?
Lost in thought, she nearly jumped when a voice interrupted her. "Señorita?"
She looked up quickly, a friendly smile on her face. "Oh, sorry, I was just... uhm..."
The bartender chuckled, recognizing the uncertainty in her expression. "Ah, inglés," he said with a warm smile. "Welcome to our bar. What can I get you tonight, beautiful?"
Lucy felt a light blush creep up her cheeks. Damn, why am I so easy? she thought, flustered. "Uhm..." She hesitated, then held up the card. "Red wine?"
The bartender's smile widened as if he had been expecting this. "I thought so," he said with a knowing nod. He gestured for her to follow him. "Come, I'll show you the wines we have in stock."
They walked through a door behind the bar, descending into a dimly lit wine cellar. The air was cool, the scent of aged wood and fermented grapes heavy around them. The bartender reached for the only bottle on the shelf that wasn’t covered in dust, pulling it gently. The sound of a mechanism clicked, and a hidden doorway swung open. He stepped aside with a polite bow. "I wish you a very good evening, ma’am."
Before Lucy could respond, he was gone, leaving her standing at the threshold of the hidden hallway. This is so freaking cool, she thought, her excitement growing. It was just like in a movie. She walked down the narrow corridor, the exposed brick walls adding to the clandestine vibe, until she emerged into a lavish, red-lit space.
The atmosphere was intoxicating. To her left, a sleek bar was manned by two bartenders who moved skillfully, mixing and pouring drinks with effortless grace. Directly in front of her was a stage where men and women danced sensually, their movements captivating.
Plush chairs were arranged around the stage, some already occupied by persons who watched the performance with rapt attention.
"Puedo ayudarla, señora?" A mans voice spoke softly next to her.
Lucy jumped, startled out of her thoughts. "Uh, I was invited," she said with a nervous chuckle, turning to face the man who had approached her. "First time." She offered.
"Ah, inglés," the man said, echoing the bartender from earlier with a friendly smile. Lucy couldn’t help but laugh at the coincidence of them reacting exactly the same.
"I asked if I could help you," he clarified. "But I see, you’re new here, so of course, I’ll assist you."
Lucy nodded, feeling a bit more at ease.
"First, we need to stop by the hall over here," he said, gesturing to the right as he began walking. Lucy followed closely. "You don't have a coat, but if you'd like, you can leave your jacket here. If not, that's fine too." He pointed to a row of small black lockers built into the wall. "Devices go in here."
Wow, this is serious, Lucy thought, realizing just how secretive the place was. "Okay," she agreed, slipping off her small bag. She started to take out her phone but was gently interrupted.
"No bags allowed either," the man said kindly. "You can place it in the locker and take the key with you."
"Alright," she replied, securing her belongings. The man shut the locker for her and handed her the key.
"Perfect. Now, you’re free to enjoy a drink at the bar. Did you see where it was, or would you like me to show you?"
"I’ll go by myself, thank you," Lucy smiled, feeling a bit more confident as she took the key.
"If you need anything, just ask someone with this," he said, pointing to a wine-red handkerchief peeking out from his breast pocket. "Enjoy your time at Elixír Oculto, beautiful." With a final smile, he walked away.
Lucy blinked, a bit taken aback. Did they call everyone beautiful here, is that just part of the charm? she wondered as she made her way to the bar.
"Uh, could I get a whiskey glass with ice... but with iced tea instead?" she asked awkwardly, feeling a little out of place. "No alcohol," she added quickly, clarifying her request.
The bartender raised an eyebrow but complied without question. Lucy felt a bit of regret - she should’ve grabbed some cash from her bag. How was she going to pay for this? They’d probably let her settle the bill with card when she left.
She thanked the bartender with a smile and took a sip. Yep, iced tea.
"Hello," a soft voice said from behind her, accompanied by a gentle touch on the small of her back.
Lucy stiffened, her heart racing. Is it starting already? She carefully lowered the glass from her lips, afraid of choking, and turned to look.
The woman beside her wore a sharp suit, a wine-red handkerchief in her pocket just like the man from earlier. Ah, she worked here.
"Hi," Lucy replied, realizing she’d been silent for too long. Wait, did she just speak English?
The woman smiled warmly. "The gentleman from earlier mentioned you were English," she explained.
Wait, had she said that out loud? Lucy wondered. Or was her face really that readable?
"It’s normal to feel a bit nervous your first time here," the woman continued, her tone reassuring. "But I want to make sure you’re comfortable."
Lucy nodded, trying to steady her breathing. "T-thanks."
"We’re all about creating magical evenings here," the woman said, her voice soothing. "If I may take the liberty to make an assumption, I’d like to suggest our other room."
Lucy tilted her head, not quite understanding. Another room? Sure, why not? But what was this other room?
"This room is for women who like men," the woman explained, gesturing toward the stage, "and men who like women." She looked at Lucy with kind eyes, no judgment in her gaze. "But we also have a room where women dance for women only."
Lucy swallowed hard, her breath hitching slightly.
"If my assumption is -"
"No, no," Lucy cut in, offering a reassuring smile. "You’re correct. That would be more up my street."
"Perfect." The woman smiled, her eyes twinkling. "You can follow me."
Lucy quickly got on her feet, leaving the red bar chair behind.
The woman led her through another corridor, these walls were also lined with exposed brick. As they reached a pair of dark red curtains, the woman held them open and Lucy was greeted with an even more enchanting room than before.
Or maybe it was just the fact that this room was for women only that made it feel so captivating. The space exuded a warm, inviting glow, with plush furnishings and soft, ambient lighting that made everything look almost dreamlike.
Lucy took in the scene with wide eyes, her earlier nerves beginning to ease as curiosity and excitement took over.
The room was mesmerizing, with a stage prominently set in the middle. As she looked around, she noticed four women on the stage. They weren’t exactly dancing like what was happening in the other room; two were just sitting and drinking something, but the two that caught Lucy’s eye were engaged in a more intimate display. Lucy felt a flush rise to her cheeks. She absently fidgeted with her collar, loosening it to help her breathe a bit easier.
“Señora?” The woman who had guided her in gently touched her arm.
Lucy turned back, her face warm. “Oh, sorry. I’m just feeling a bit hot,” she said, demonstratively removing her jacket.
The woman smiled understandingly. “I was just saying, if anything here makes you uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let them know.”
Lucy blinked, a little taken aback. She couldn’t imagine those beautiful women being a bother at all. “Oh, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied awkwardly.
“Choose a seat,” the woman continued with a friendly smile. “And if you finish that iced tea, just let me know, and I’ll get you something - anything you like.”
Lucy felt a flush of embarrassment. Did she know it was iced tea? She chuckled nervously. “O-okay, thanks.”
The woman laughed softly. “We rarely serve alcohol here. We do have it for those who want it, but we often welcome athletes or models who don’t drink, but even otherwise, we don’t judge.” She reassured Lucy with a warm smile.
“Oh, great, I’m an athlete. Thanks,” Lucy said, her cheeks still tinged with color, assuring the woman she wasn’t just someone with an alcohol problem or something.
The woman’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. “I’d love to know more, but I’m not allowed to ask,” she said, holding up her hands playfully. “Have a great evening, beautiful.” She gave Lucy a wink before walking away.
Lucy watched her go, a hint of self-consciousness creeping in. Damn, I should’ve just owned the iced tea. I’m a professional athlete, damn it, why did I let myself feel so awkward? She sighed, feeling a bit unsettled.
The girls had now spotted her, all four pairs of eyes were trained on her. Lucy made her way to one of the chairs, forcing a smile as she went to take a seat, deliberately choosing a spot not too close to the platform. She draped her jacket over the backrest and surveyed the room.
The platform was only slightly raised, just below knee height, with a lower step running around its edge. In the center stood a plush red sofa and four poles were evenly spaced around it.
The room had a inviting, but over all very red, ambiance. Around the platform were chairs similar to the one Lucy was sitting in. Behind her was a wall lined with booths - small tables surrounded by benches. The lighting was soft and atmospheric, with a brighter spotlight focused on the center of the room, were the platform was.
As she glanced back at the platform, she noticed two of the women had begun dancing on the poles, those who had been touching each other earlier. Lucy’s attention was drawn to another set of curtains behind the platform. That was not the hallway she had came from right? She shifted her gaze, only to cringe slightly when she met the eyes of the woman who had guided her in. Damn, why is this so awkward? she thought.
The woman gave a reassuring nod, and Lucy forced a smile in return before turning her attention back to the platform.
A moment later, a woman approached her. “Eres tan hermosa, primera vez aquí, no te reconozco,” she said, her voice soft and inviting.
“Uh, l-lo siento, soy i-inglés,” Lucy replied, feeling flustered. “I mean, I can understand, pero no hablar muy bien. But yes, first time.”
The woman smiled warmly. “You’re pretty,” she said as she moved behind Lucy, her fingers lightly tracing along Lucy’s arm before resting gently on her shoulders. She leaned in, whispering against Lucy’s ear, which made her shiver. “Would you like a little show?”
Lucy nodded, her eyes drawn to the girl still lounging on the red sofa. She found her to be the most captivating of the four, though all were undeniably beautiful.
“Yeah, that would be -”
“Perfect,” the woman interrupted with a mischievous smile. “We’ve been dying for some audience.”
Lucy’s attention was drawn to the girl lounging on the red sofa. As if she sensed Lucy's gaze, the girl stretched languidly, her movements effortlessly graceful. The dim lighting bathed her figure in a soft glow, accentuating her features and adding a sensual allure to the scene. She was really pretty.
Meanwhile, the girl who had approached Lucy earlier had selected a new track - something with a more seductive rhythm than the background music that had been playing before. Lucy’s eyes darted between this change in atmosphere and the girl now rising from the sofa with a confident, almost mischievous smile.
The dancer approached the pole closest to Lucy with deliberate, measured steps. While the other three women continued their synchronized dance around their poles, Lucy found herself completely captivated by the girl who had drawn her in from the start.
With an almost hypnotic grace, the girl returned to the sofa, her body swaying to the rhythm in a way that was captivating, truly. She traced her fingers along the plush red fabric, creating a tantalizing scene. The background music seemed to fade away for Lucy, leaving her entire focus fixed on the dark blond-haired dancer.
The girl’s performance was a seamless blend of elegance and sensuality. Her movements were fluid and confident, a blend of seductive dance and playful tease.
Occasionally, her gaze met Lucy’s, each glance filled with a promise that was both alluring and mysterious.
The dancer’s use of the poles were masterful, their bodies contorting in ways that was mesmerizing and purely art, if Lucy could give her opinion about it.
All four of them could dance, but as Lucy tried to focus on it all she couldn’t help herself staring at the brown eyed girl.
The performance was captivating, drawing Lucy deeper into the fantasy of the evening.
As the show progressed, the girl’s movements grew more passionate and intense. Lucy watched, entranced, as the boundaries between reality and fantasy seemed to dissolve, the room around her fading into insignificance. It felt like she had walked right in to a Hollywood filmset.
When the performance reached its climax, the girl struck a final pose. Instinctively, Lucy placed her glass on the table beside her and clapped, genuinely impressed.
Wow, she thought. Just for this private show, it was worth it. Damn, these girls are fucking amazing. She found herself wondering if it was okay to think of them in an objectifying way. Regardless, she couldn’t deny the sheer amazement of the experience.
The girls gathered together, their giggles filling the room. “Thank you, thank you,” they chimed with an adorable accent, clearly pleased with her applause. They made a playful bow.
Lucy’s gaze fell on the shorter girl again, who was now smiling directly at her. As the four of them stood together, it was evident that she was the shortest. She smiled at Lucy, then turned to her companions, and they began to speak rapidly in Spanish. Lucy tried to follow their conversation.
“Está claro que le gusta Ona,” one of them said.
“No podemos ir todos juntos?” another replied.
“María!”
“Bueno, pfft, Ona te la llevas.”
Lucy caught a few words and felt a thrill of excitement. Were they discussing her? Did she understand correctly - they were deciding who would be with her? The thought made her feel giddy. She really hoped the shorter girl was called Ona.
Jeez, she thought. Was she really thinking about this like that?
To her surprise, it was indeed the shorter girl who approached her. Lucy straightened in her chair, her curiosity piqued.
"Hola, hermosa," the girl said confidently, her voice carrying a hint of playful seduction. "Can I take a seat?"
Lucy glanced around, momentarily flustered. Her heart raced as she processed the unexpected request. Her initial thought was, In my lap? Really? It felt like something out of a fantasy or a cliché.
Unsure of how to accept with words, she simply nodded, her cheeks warming slightly.
With elegant movement, Ona settled into Lucy's lap. As she adjusted Lucy's collar, straightening it, she said, "The other girls think you’re interested in me."
Lucy’s heart raced. So, this was Ona.
"Is that true?" Ona whispered, her breath warm against Lucy's ear. "Would you like to come with me?"
Lucy glanced back at the platform. The other dancers had returned to the sofa, lost in their own interactions. "Mhm, I think you’re a very good dancer," Lucy said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Ona’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "Follow me, preciosa." With a charming smile, she stood up and beckoned Lucy to follow her. Her tight braid swinging back and forth as she turned.
Lucy quickly grabbed her jacket and hurried after Ona, her excitement growing as she moved toward the curtain. Only at the curtain she realized she had left her glass behind.
Ah, fuck that iced tea, Lucy thought, amused with herself, as her gaze lingered on the woman’s miniskirt, which left little to the imagination. She couldn’t help but wonder what was hidden underneath. Bronze! she scolded herself internally. Get a grip - don’t be a creep.
“This is -” the woman began, but then paused, turning around.
Lucy quickly snapped her gaze back up to meet the woman’s eyes. Shit, caught.
The woman chuckled mischievously. “Like what you see?”
Lucy nodded, feeling like a teenager caught doing something naughty. God, why is everything going so terribly rough?
“This is my room,” the woman continued, starting over with a smile. “After you.”
Lucy stepped through the door as Ona held it open. “Thank you, Ona,” she said, taking in the spacious room. A bed with red sheets dominated the space, and a large, perfectly fitted closet lined one wall.
As she looked around, she realized Ona hadn’t followed her in. The woman was still standing in the doorway, her expression suddenly serious.
“How do you know my name?” Ona asked, her tone stern.
Lucy looked at her, confused. “Oh ehrm, the girls- they were-” she stammered, pointing back towards the main room.
“You heard?” Ona’s expression shifted to something more mischievous. “How much did you hear?”
Lucy’s eyes widened. “I don’t know, not much. They said Ona was going with me?” she offered hesitantly.
Ona smiled and finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “Okay then, Ona it is. But I’d like to know your name too then.”
“Of course,” Lucy said, draping her jacket over her left arm. “Lucy.” She extended her hand.
Ona chuckled, taking Lucy’s hand and bringing it to her lips to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Very formal, huh? Nice to meet you, Miss Lucy.”
Lucy nodded, feeling a bit flustered. “Y-yeah, nice to meet you too.”
The room here had the same kind of music playing as the other room, only quieter.
“So… do you work here?” Lucy asked, breaking the silence, as Ona moved further into the room, which felt like a luxurious hotel suite. Probably not the best conversation starter, Lucy thought, biting her lip.
Ona’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Work?” She laughed softly. “No, baby, I do this because I love it.”
Lucy frowned. “So you don’t get paid?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
“This is a private club for attractive people, by attractive people,” Ona explained matter-of-factly. “I understand you are someone who likes to know the details.” She chuckled. “When you get invited here, it’s by someone who’s been a member for a while and earned the privilege of handing out a card. It’s a pretty big deal to receive one,” she smiled. “Being a member is free; we call it ‘pretty privilege.’ But most members make donations. I also get a cut from those donations, and sometimes people make a specific donation just for me. When that happens, I get it all.” She sat down on a leather couch and leaned back, eyes locked on Lucy’s. “I’m under contract with this place,” she continued with a smile, “so what you said is probably true. But I prefer to see it as an arrangement that lets me live out my life’s passion.”
Lucy nodded, captivated by Ona’s every word. “What is it?” she asked, genuinely intrigued.
Ona grinned, a flicker of mischief in her eyes. "Well, it goes hand in hand with Elixír Oculto’s motto - helping people experience a magical evening. But my personal passion is making dreams come true, even the ones you never knew you had."
"Wow," Lucy murmured, letting the words sink in. Achieving every dream you have, even the ones you’ve never thought of before. It was poetic, inspirational.
“Don’t be afraid to take a seat, cariño,” Ona’s voice was soft but commanding, her smile so hypnotic that it made Lucy’s heart skip a beat. Those dimples, perfect teeth and scattered freckles. They could tell her this woman was send right from heaven and Lucy would believe them.
Lucy nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and settled into the leather chair half-facing Ona. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from her. God, this girl was stunning.
Ona’s grin widened, her amusement clear. “Afraid I bite? I mean, I won’t… not just yet.” Her chuckle was warm as she patted the spot beside her on the couch. “Come closer, hermosa.”
Swallowing, Lucy stood up, leaving her jacket draped over the chair. She moved to sit beside the Catalan, nerves dancing along her skin. She fidgeted, scratching at her wrist in an attempt to calm herself.
Ona noticed and gently took Lucy’s hand, her touch soft and reassuring. “Don’t be so nerviosa, beautiful,” she whispered, tracing the inked skin on Lucy’s wrist. “You’ll hurt your pretty tattoo.”
Lucy glanced down at their intertwined hands, then back up at Ona.
“Show it to me,” Ona said, nodding toward the tattoo.
Without hesitation, Lucy unbuttoned her sleeve and rolled it up, revealing the intricate design she was so proud of.
Ona’s fingers lightly traced the ink, her touch sending a shiver down Lucy’s spine. “English, with a tattoo that says família?” she teased, a playful lilt in her voice. “Estás segura de que no hablas español? Did you just say it so you could eavesdrop?” She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Or did you just have a bad tattoo artist?”
Lucy laughed softly, shaking her head. “No, I’m half Portuguese… but I don’t speak it that well either, to be honest.”
“Hmm,” Ona mused, her fingers still lingering on the tattoo. “Okay then, what brought you to Spain?”
Lucy smiled, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. “I worked here, but now I’m heading back to England. It’s been amazing working in Barça, and I wanted to end my time here with something special. I was invited here by a photographer from work. He thought I’d enjoy this place. Guess I owe him a thank you.”
“Hmm, okay,” Ona said, catching the subtle compliment with a knowing smile. “So, you’re a model?”
Lucy chuckled, shaking her head. “Not really. I guess I am sometimes, but it comes with my real job - I’m an athlete.”
Ona’s interest piqued as she shifted, settling onto Lucy’s right thigh, her legs resting between Lucy’s. “Really, what sport?”
"Guess," Lucy replied with a playful smirk, finally enjoying a moment of being the one in control.
Ona’s finger traced lines on Lucy’s muscular upper chest, down to her shoulder and bicep. “Hmm, the muscles make me think something like.. rugby,” she contemplated. “But I’m not sure.”
Lucy chuckled. “It can feel like that sometimes, but no - it’s football. I played for Barça.”
Ona’s eyes widened slightly, a glimmer of amazement slipping through her composed exterior.
“And what was the shoot for? The one where you got the invitation?” Ona asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Underwear,” Lucy admitted, feeling a bit awkward as she wasn’t supposed to reveal it yet.
“Hmm,” Ona grinned, her finger now tracing the buttons on Lucy’s blouse. “Now I’m curious what the photographer saw when he gave you that card.”
Lucy’s breath hitched as Ona began undoing the buttons. “Is this okay, bonita? Can I?”
Lucy nodded eagerly, her thoughts screaming for Ona to take it all off, right then and there.
Ona smirked as she revealed Lucy’s rock-solid abs. “Was it a Calvin Klein shoot?” she asked, eyeing the matching bra and the sliver of fabric peeking out from above Lucy’s pants.
“Uhm,” Lucy grimaced. “I signed a confidentiality agreement… I’m not supposed to -”
“My lips are sealed,” Ona assured, miming locking her mouth and tossing away the key. “But I will enjoy the photos if I ever come across them.” She winked cheekily and continued tracing her fingers over Lucy’s exposed skin, the touch light and teasing.
Lucy’s breath hitched again as Ona’s hands slipped beneath her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders with that same practiced ease. Quickly, Lucy undid the last button on her sleeve, leaning forward to help Ona remove the blouse completely.
Ona chuckled softly at Lucy’s eagerness, enjoying the way Lucy seemed to hang on every moment. As their faces drew closer, Lucy’s gaze locked onto Ona’s lips, her desire surging as she leaned in for a kiss. But just as their lips brushed, Ona pulled back with a playful chuckle.
"I can tell you’re used to being the one in control," Ona teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Lucy blushed, the rejection making her feel suddenly shy again.
"But it doesn’t work like that here," Ona continued with a grin. "Well, it can, but that privilege has to be earned."
Lucy nodded, feeling a bit uncertain.
Ona smiled warmly, placing Lucy’s hand on her knee. "Oh, come on baby, don’t worry. You didn’t do anything wrong - it’s just one of the rules," she explained, her thumb brushing across Lucy’s bottom lip. "You can kiss me anywhere except on my mouth," she added, cupping Lucy’s cheek. "I’ll teach you all the rules along the way, hm?"
Swallowing, Lucy nodded again, her nerves settling slightly.
Ona chuckled softly. "You haven’t bitten your tongue, have you?"
Lucy shook her head. "No, I understand."
A knowing smile curved Ona’s lips. "You’re so eager to please, aren’t you?"
Lucy’s cheeks flushed.
“Kiss my neck querida.”
Lucy hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ona, who was comfortably seated on her lap, her neck now tilted to one side, invitingly exposed.
Leaning in, Lucy let her lips brush softly against the warm skin, savoring its softness and the intoxicating scent. God, her skin was so soft, and damn, did she smell good.
Encouraged by Ona’s subtle cues, Lucy began to place delicate kisses along her neck, listening intently for any sign of pleasure she was bringing. When Ona tilted her head back, giving her more space, Lucy grew bolder. She added a teasing flick of her tongue, a gentle scrape of her teeth, her breath warm against the damp trail she left behind.
Ona chuckled as she felt Lucy getting lost in the moment.
Lucy pulled back slightly, curious about the reason of Ona’s amusement.
"I can already tell this will be a great night," Ona murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You’re doing very well so far."
A wave of confidence washed over Lucy at the compliment, and she smiled, feeling more at ease. Ona stood up, and Lucy’s eyes trailed her every move, captivated by her grace. God, she was stunning. Clad in leather boots with a heel, a miniskirt, and a little top. Ona didn’t wear much already, but Lucy couldn’t help but imagine her wearing even less.
Ona moved to one of the closet doors, her back to Lucy as she opened it. Lucy couldn’t see what was inside, but her heart raced when Ona returned holding a leather rod with a small feather at the end, bundled with little strings of leather. Was she going to get hit?
But instead of using the rod, Ona casually walked to the kitchenette and opened the mini-fridge. She retrieved a bottle of water and poured two glasses, adding a few ice cubes to each. Returning to Lucy, she placed the rod on the coffee table and handed her one of the glasses.
“Water,” she said simply, taking a sip from her own glass.
Lucy awkwardly accepted the glass and took a sip, trying to calm her nerves.
“How can we get you relaxed, amor?” Ona asked, settling herself onto one of Lucy’s legs again. “You’re so tense.” Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Lucy’s skin. “What’s making you so nervous?” She leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Lucy’s jaw. “Is it because you’re letting go of control for once?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “It can be amazing, hermosa,” she assured, placing another kiss just below Lucy’s ear. “I know you can be so good for me, hm? Just let me take control.”
Lucy swallowed hard and nodded, “Y-yeah, i-it's just... new.”
Ona pulled back slightly, studying Lucy’s face. “New? Completely new? You’ve never…?”
Lucy chuckled, her nerves easing just a bit. “Oh no, I don’t mean that… I mean having sex with someone in a setting like this.”
“Sex?” Ona’s voice was serious, her tone unreadable.
Lucy’s heart plummeted. Had she completely misread the situation? But just as panic set in, Ona’s lips curved into a mischievous grin.
“I’m jokingggg,” she giggled, leaning against Lucy. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She cupped Lucy’s face gently. “You should’ve seen your face.”
Lucy exhaled shakily, trying to regain her composure.
Ona took the glass from her and set it beside her own on the coffee table. Then, she shifted her position, straddling both of Lucy’s legs, her knees planted firmly on either side. She pushed Lucy’s hair behind her ears “Sorry I teased you, sometimes I can’t control myself.”
She smiled as Lucy stayed silent, “You’re okay, Lucy. Don’t beat yourself up. It’s good that you said this is your first time. We can talk everything through as we go.”
Lucy hesitated, then lifted her hands, which had been resting awkwardly at her sides. She was eager to touch Ona, but unsure of the boundaries. “Can I…?” she asked, her voice trailing off as she tried to figure out how to navigate this.
Ona’s eyes sparkled with amusement at Lucy’s sudden eagerness. “Yes, you can put your hands on me if you like,” she said, smiling. “Good job for asking first.”
Lucy’s smile widened, relieved that she’d finally done something right. No, she reminded herself, she’d done well with the kisses too - she shouldn’t be so insecure. Her heart pounded as she gently placed her hands on the warm, bare skin of Ona’s thighs, feeling the smoothness beneath her fingertips.
Ona subtly grinded on Lucy’s lap, tracing a finger from her chest to the tip of her chin, ‘’are you going to let me have some fun with you, let me play with you?’’.
Lucy hung on every word, every movement the beautiful woman made. There was no question in her mind - she would do anything Ona asked. She nodded eagerly, her wide eyes full of obedient anticipation as they locked onto Ona’s.
Ona’s thumb once again grazed Lucy’s bottom lip, letting it pop gently a couple of times. She smiled, her mind already dancing with thoughts of the fun to come. “Soy la maestra tonight, sí?”
Lucy nodded again, her thoughts a swirl of sí, por favor, and gracias, already unable to think straight.
“Claro?” Ona repeated, her voice firm yet playful. “Because if you understand, I want to hear you say it.”
“Y-yes, claramente,” Lucy stammered, throwing in a bit of Spanish out of sheer confusion.
Ona’s grin widened. “Ah, perfecto. But next time, I want to hear, ‘Sí, maestra,’ okay?”
“Sí, maestra,” Lucy echoed, her voice certain this time.
"Good girl," Ona purred, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Let’s see if you can keep that up." and stood up, taking the rod with her ‘’follow me’’.
Lucy followed her closely, Ona took place on the bed.
‘’On you knees hermosa’’. She ordered, leaving space between her legs.
Lucy swallowed, her heart racing, so this was it, it was happening. She knelt down, her hair falling infront of her face like a curtain, quickly she put her hair up.
She looked up, meeting Ona’s smile, ‘’well prepared’’ she said pleased.
Ona put her foot up and pushed Lucy’s shoulder with it, ‘’take these off’’.
“Sí, maestra,” Lucy said, her gaze already have drifted off to Ona’s legs, with her leg up like this a glimpse of dark red, laced underwear was revealed.
‘’Querida’’ Ona said sternly, ‘’you are not getting distracted, are you?’’.
“N-no,” Lucy licked her lips unconsciously, but pulled herself together, biting her lip ‘’uhm, no, maestra,”.
Ona pushed the sole of her leather boot a little deeper into the skin of Lucy’s shoulder.
Lucy got the hint and pulled the zipper down to take her left boot off, then she reached for the other.
After that she eagerly waited on the next command.
Ona spread her legs further.
Lucy didn't have a second thought about the fact that she was staring now, she was just admiring the view provided.
Ona noticed her looking, her smile turned into a grin, ‘’you are looking at me with hungry eyes’’ she chuckled.
Lucy briefly looked up, wondering whether that was something positive in Ona’s opinion.
‘’Well’’ Ona said, standing up ‘’do you want a taste?’’.
Lucy scooted back slightly, giving herself some space as her face was almost pressed against Ona, who had just stood up. “Sí, maestra,” she nodded eagerly, “please.”
“So well behaved,” Ona said, tipping Lucy’s chin up with her finger. “It’s almost boring. Are you a little boring, Lucia?” she teased, “But I don’t believe you’re all that innocent. Are you?”
“No, maestra.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Lucy blushed, she could think of a lot of things. ‘’u-uhm.. a.. taste then?’’.
Ona chuckled, ‘’oh my sweet puppet’’ she brushed her fingers through Lucy’s hair, ‘’how could I deny when you are being such a pretty obedient toy for me’’.
She swallowed, ‘’can I?’’ Lucy asked as she reached up to hook her fingers in the band of Ona’s skirt.
‘’Sí.’’
Lucy took the skirt and thongs off all at once, maybe by accident, maybe not. But she was just going to rock with it.
Now she was face-to-face, no scratch that, face-to-lips, with Ona’s heath. She looked up, ‘’can I maestra?’’.
Ona melted, she hadn’t expected the woman who carried herself so.. confident.. to be such an easy submissive.. but if she was honest she missed a bit of resist. ‘’No.’’
Lucy backed up, confused. No? Why not. ‘’w-why.. maestra?’’.
A soft chuckle escaped Ona’s lips. “Because, preciosa, I want to be in my comfortable chair.” She reached for the leather rod again, her tone playful but commanding. “And you will follow me like the good pet you are.”
Lucy instinctively moved to stand, but the gentle press of the leather rod against her shoulder stopped her.
“Hands and knees, hermosa. Come.”
There was a brief hesitation - was she really going to do this? But the light, insistent tap of the rod on her skin urged her forward. Lucy met Ona’s gaze, then slowly bent down, beginning to crawl toward the couch.
A light thump landed on her still-covered ass, prompting her to glance back at Ona.
“Too slow,” Ona teased. “I thought you were an athlete.”
Lucy gave a slight nod, quickening her pace as she continued to crawl.
Ona easily overtook her, settling into the leather chair with a languid grace, her legs spread invitingly. “Come, cariño. Your reward is waiting.”
Finally, Lucy reached Ona, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she decided to step into the speakeasy. Now, seeing Ona up close, a girl even more captivating than she had imagined, the desire was almost too much to handle.
It felt strange to be in this position - usually, she was the one in control. But giving up control felt natural with the way Ona guided her. From the moment she had entered the room, she knew this was what she wanted, she’d do whatever the Catalan would ask.
‘���You see what mess you created?’’ Ona asked rhetorical, ‘’clean it up’’. She said pointing at Lucy with the whip she was still holding.
Lucy nodded and wanted to lean forward but was restricted by the rod poking against her collarbone.
‘’Manners hermosa’’. Ona said looking at Lucy with a grin, the girl was locked-in on her center like it was going to walk away if she blinked.
Without looking up Lucy answered, ‘’sí, sorry maestra… please let me clean you up maestra’’.
‘’mhm, go on’’.
She leaned in, her focus on Ona’s thighs. Lucy knew she had talent and wanted to show Ona she wasn’t just another amateur, she wanted to be the best.
As she placed her hands on Ona’s inner thighs and moved closer to her wet core, she was met with a corrective tap, prompting her to pull her hands back.
On her hands and knees, Lucy lapped at Ona’s wetness, she groaned of pleasure as she tasted the girl. Damn, Ona didn’t just look incredible, she tasted amazing too - subtly sweet with a hint of something more. God, had she missed tasting a woman. But Lucy tried not to lose herself and alternated between kisses and teasing licks, deliberately avoiding Ona’s clit, waiting for her to guide her next move.
Ona considered her options. She wanted to savor the moment with this stunning woman but she also wanted to climax. She could come multiple times.. so.. she could play with the woman some more later right? After all, Lucy was an athlete - she likely had stamina for days.
Ona buried her hand in the brown hair of the kneeling woman, guiding her. "Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do, belleza." Her voice remained steady and composed.
It didn’t take long for Ona’s resolve to waver. She couldn’t stifle her moan as Lucy’s skillful tongue worked its magic. Ona’s fingers dug deeper into the roots of Lucy’s hair, pulling just enough to keep her in place while still allowing some movement. Ona’s smile widened smugly as she felt Lucy’s moans vibrating against her core. Oh! this girl liked it a little rough.
Ona couldn’t deny it, this woman knew exactly how to use her mouth. She was enjoying this a lot, and if Lucy kept it up, she might even crack the top ten of women Ona had been with. The soft, eager whimpers coming from between her legs only fueled Ona’s arousal. The idea of a woman not just enjoying, but worshipping her body always got to her. God, Ona realized, she wouldn’t last much longer.
Lucy was lost in her own world between the strong thighs of the Catalan woman, oblivious to the moans she was drawing out as she brought Ona closer and closer to the edge. She only heard her own soft moans, and felt them echoing against the warm, wet skin. And fuck was she drunk on the taste of Ona’s arousal.
Lucy didn’t even notice the trembling legs squeezing her head until she was yanked back, forcing her to look up.
Ona grinned down at her, meeting the two dazed eyes staring back, looking at her with the most adoring eyes, like she was an actual goddess. It would’ve been almost adorable if not for the setting.
"That’s enough for now, my pretty mascota," Ona said, her voice playful but firm. "Come, help me up." She extended her hand.
Lucy rose to her feet and pulled Ona up with her.
The rod that had fallen beside the chair was forgotten for now - they were going to search out some new things anyways.
"Get undressed, my little muñeca follable," Ona whispered as she passed the slightly taller woman.
She made her way to the closet, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. This was one of her most prized possessions. Behind the doors, red velvet panels framed an array of black hooks and pins, displaying her collection of toys like weapons in a high-end gun shop.
As she opened the lengthy wooden doors, the little spotlights shot on and highlighted her collection of tools.
She turned around to the awkward but endearing sight of Lucy struggling to step out of her pants. Sensing Ona’s gaze, Lucy blushed, quickly discarding them and standing there in just her white boxers.
Mhmm, Ona's mouth watered at the sight. Lucy’s muscular, athletic build was a masterpiece, her tanned skin in contrast against the white fabric. The only thing she wore on her torso now was a simple gold chain, gleaming against her skin. In a different setting, Ona would have gladly let this piece of eye candy ruin her completely, or maybe, she'd allow that later.
Ona grinned as her eyes lingered on Lucy’s tight ass, the white briefs stretching across it as she bent briefly to place her glasses and rings on the coffee table. Hmm, that toned ass could only belong to someone well-familiar with working a strap. She blinked and chuckled, snapping herself out of her daydream. She couldn’t let herself get too distracted.
Lucy looked at the laughing woman and walked back toward her, eyes innocent and questioning.
Ona grinned. "You look so good-
Oh. Lucy blushed, caught off guard by the compliment, though pleased that Ona thought so. She knew her abs got plenty of attention from women, but it still felt good to hear it.
-I can’t wait to ruin you."
Lucy blinked, her steps faltering just before she reached Ona. The soft, promising tone in her voice sent a wave of heat through her body. Would she let her ruin her? No doubt about it. She’d let Ona ruin her and say thank you afterwards.
Ona chuckled. "Come on, don’t get shy again. You can choose a few things you'd like."
It was only then that Lucy’s gaze shifted to the two open doors or rather what had been hidden behind them. Her eyes widened at the sight of the array of sex toys on display. She’d never seen so many gathered in one place before, well, except for the couple of times she had visited an adult store.
Ona stepped back slightly, inviting Lucy to take a closer look.
Mesmerized, Lucy moved closer but hesitated as her hand reached out. She realized she probably shouldn’t touch everything.
Ona opened another door to reveal a selection of harnesses in various colors and materials: brown, black. Her gaze fell on a dark red one, her favorite. She took it and slipped it on, savoring the familiar feeling against her skin.
Turning back to Lucy, who stood there in awe, Ona couldn’t help but grin.
She positioned herself behind Lucy, standing on her tiptoes and pressing her harness-clad hips against the woman’s ass. She reached around and pointed at several straps, displayed from small to large. “Which one will I be wearing?” she whispered, brushing her lips against Lucy’s neck.
“Uhm…”
Ona gently bit down, a teasing nip. If she was right, this woman wasn’t shy about a bit of pleasurable pain. Her suspicions were confirmed when a soft, whiny gasp escaped Lucy’s throat. Mhm, this was going to be so much fun.
Ona reached around Lucy, cupping her perky breasts and teasing her already hardened nipples between her fingers.
Lucy’s vision blurred from the overwhelming sensations of Ona’s presence. Her hips pressed against her back, her teeth sinking into her neck and the way her nipples were being twisted. A moan escaped Lucy as electric shocks shot straight to her core. She tried to bring her hands up to cover Ona’s, keeping her close, but suddenly, everything was gone.
Blinking, Lucy saw Ona now standing beside her, gazing at the array of toys. “Choose, mi juguete. What will you let me play with?”
Lucy wanted to shout, Me! With me! but held her silence. Instead, she focused on the toys, deliberately considering her options. She wasn’t shy about receiving a strap, it was something she had enjoyed in relationships, though less so with casual encounters. But she certainly had nothing against it, especially this beauty, she could do what ever she wanted.
She reached out for a strap of a manageable size, glancing at Ona before touching it. Ona gave a smug smile, raising her eyebrows. “I’m guessing you have some experience?”
Lucy nodded, blushing as she recalled not only her experiences with other women but also her solo adventures. She handed the strap to Ona while keeping her gaze fixed on the endless lines of toys.
Her attention then shifted to a collection of butt plugs. Only recently had she started exploring these, and although she had never used them in front of someone else, the orgasms they provided were incredible.
"Ahh," Ona cheered, surprised by Lucy’s interest. "I wouldn’t have picked you as someone gustan las cosas por el culo." She let her hand brush over Lucy’s muscular ass before giving it a playful squeeze. "Well, choose one, hermosa."
Stepping closer, Ona reached for a decently sized plug with a bit of texture. "I recommend this one," she whispered.
Lucy shivered as goosebumps trailed down her spine. She took the plug silently, rolling it between her fingers, her body already reacting. God, she was so worked up. She was aching with desire, feeling a firm pulsation between her legs.
Ona surveyed the array of equipment for restraining and gagging, including her favorite, the gag ball. However, she had a feeling she’d enjoy the sounds Lucy would make even more. She put the strap on and took one of the whips from a pin, the whip was red with black. Matching perfectly with her. She was wearing a red harness with a black strap and she was still wearing her red top. Then she look a black vibrator, or her magic wand, how she liked to call it.
‘’satisfied?’’. Ona asked, she thought they could start easy as this was their first encounter after all, even though she found Lucy and her working together pretty good.
Lucy looked up, turning to Ona in surprise. Wtf? Satisfied, no she was not satisfied at all, she was dyeing-
‘’chose the toys you like?’’. Ona added, clarifying herself.
Ohhh. Lucy nodded, ‘’yes’’.
Ona chuckled mischievously, almost sadistic. ‘’Manners cariño, manners.’’ She shook her head sarcastically, ‘’oh oh,’’ she stepped closer, driving Lucy against the wooden door, ‘’it’s a shame I have to punish you now’’ she grinned as she saw Lucy swallow hard, but her eyes told Ona she didn’t mind this at all, ‘’you want to be punished?’’ she grinned.
Lucy blushed, remembering what she had to call Ona and anticipating on something that was definitely far from a punishment for her, ‘’S-Sí, maestra,’’
Ona chuckled, seeing the woman squirm against the wood, ‘’Beg me’’ she said, bringing her hand up to the woman’s neck, ‘’how bad do you want it?’’.
Lucy’s face flushed, her mouth suddenly dry, her lips still sticky from earlier. ‘’please maestra, p-punish me’’.
‘’Have you been bad?’’. Ona said, closing her hand around the thick neck.
‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded, almost not being able to focus as Ona put a little pressure on her throat ‘’uh- yes.. maestra’’.
Ona grinned, ‘’desperate puta’’. She guided Lucy by her neck towards the bed, ‘’bend over, bend down on the bed like the puta sucia you are’’.
She released her grip.
Ona chuckled silently as Lucy almost face planted on the bed as she eagerly crawled on it.
She hovered behind her, letting her fingers graze over the ass that was sticking up in front of her. Sliding a finger under the elastic band of Lucy's boxers, she pulled it up before snapping it back against her skin. "And why is this still on?" she asked.
"You're not listening very well, are you? I told you to take it off," Ona said.
"Sí," Lucy mumbled as she got back up on her knees. "Sí, maestra, I-" She fumbled with the fabric, trying to shuffle it down her legs but struggling in the awkward position.
Ona pressed the whip against her shoulders. "Down. Leave it like that, if you're so desperate."
Her eyes were fixed on the impossibly slick lips of the woman bent down in front of her. She was a mess, the briefs she'd been wearing completely ruined.
Ona reached over Lucy, not bothering to keep the strap from pressing into her as she took the toy from her hands. Leaning over Lucy's back, Ona couldn’t help but admire the sculpted physique beneath her. This woman was clearly an athlete, but even among them, she was on the upper end of the scale. Broad, muscular shoulders and a body that was nothing short of stunning, it made perfect sense why the photographer had given her a card. She was captivating.
Letting her nails lightly graze down Lucy’s bare back, Ona whispered, “I think you deserve a little correction, don’t you?”
Lucy arched into the touch, her heated skin prickling in the cool air. “Mhm,” she murmured, biting down as Ona's hands kneaded her flesh. Every nerve in her body was on high alert, craving more of the touch she desperately needed.
Ona chuckled and leaned back, ‘’what was that hermosa?’’. She teasingly asked, letting the strands of leather travel along her back.
Lucy whimpered, ‘’si, maestra, I need-
Crack.
She arched as the whip landed firmly on her ass, she moaned into the bedsheets. Fuck.
Ona leaned down and kissed the spot that was now turning red, ‘’and what do you say now my toy? I gave you what you asked for’’. She said, amusement clear in her voice. She loved the way the woman seemed to enjoy this.
She bit down in the flesh of Lucy ass, as an answer stayed off, or maybe just because the skin looked so perfectly bitable, so tight, so round.
Lucy’s brain short-circuited. Was it.. thank you? Did Ona expect her to say thanks? ‘’Uh, t-thank you?’’ she said, a little unsure.
Crack.
‘’Thank you who, pretty?’’. Ona said, letting the leather strings of the whip tease over the sensitive prickling skin of Lucy’s ass after she landed another strike.
Lucy arched as she grabbed the sheet between her fists, whimpering from the impact. ‘’Thank you maestra!’’ she cried out.
‘’Very good beautiful.’’. She caressed Lucy’s ass, ‘’but you’re a bit of a messy girl, aren’t you?’’. Ona said as she changed the whip in her hand for the plug and swiped it along Lucy’s core. ‘’You are-’’ she chuckled as she saw Lucy’s body reacting to what she did, ‘’-a little wet muñeca, how come?’’.
Lucy breath shuttered as she felt the toy dipping between her lips, it was frustrating the way Ona teased her. ‘’You’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’Because of you maestra’’.
‘’Hmm.’’ Ona smirked, ‘’beautiful zorra, so eager, so wanting’’.
Lucy pussy tried to clutch on nothing but thin air at the dirty words Ona spoke. She stiffened as her cheeks were held and she felt Ona spit down on her asshole. God she felt dirty, but she enjoyed every bit of it.
A flat hand soothed her lower back, ‘’relax for me baby.’’ Ona cooed as she reached down to place soft kisses on Lucy’s cheeks. Lucy whimpered as Ona got lower and lower with her mouth, she wished the girl would eat her out, but Ona stayed away from her heath. Instead the plug was now circling her ring of muscle, teasingly waiting to enter.
With ease, Ona slid the toy inside, her smile widening as she watched a shiver run up Lucy’s spine. The girl let out a soft, almost grateful moan.
Stepping closer to the bed, Ona guided her strap through Lucy's wetness, teasing her mercilessly.
Lucy leaned back, desperate, aching for more, but Ona chuckled and stepped away. “Up. Come here,” she ordered, her voice firm.
It took Lucy a moment to process, her mind clouded with need, but she finally turned to look at Ona.
“Kneel for me, mi juguete,” Ona commanded, grinning as she watched Lucy’s dazed expression, her pupils blown wide. “You’ve made quite a mess.”
Lucy dropped to her knees in front of the Catalan without hesitation.
“Show me, princecita,” Ona murmured, cupping Lucy’s jaw. “Show me how pretty you look with your mouth full.”
Lucy swallowed hard - this was something new for her. She’d been on the other side plenty of times, the one wearing the strap, in control. But as Ona tapped the damp tip against her lips, she opened her mouth without hesitation.
Like a shameless slut, Lucy wrapped her lips around the plastic shaft, locking eyes with Ona as she did.
Ona could barely keep her composure. There was nothing quite like watching a strong, confident woman drop to her knees for her. She pulled back slightly, gripping the base of the strap as a string of saliva clung to it, then playfully tapped it against Lucy's cheek. Smiling wickedly, she murmured, "Imagine if people saw you like this, hm, the Lucy Bronze on her knees."
Lucy whimpered, all traces of shame long gone. She craved this, she needed it desperately. Her tongue flicked out, and she eagerly took it back into her mouth, determined to please Ona.
Lucy locked eyes with Ona as she took in as much of the length as she could.
Ona gently wiped away a tear that slipped down Lucy’s cheek. "Hmm, you've been so good," she murmured, stroking her jaw tenderly. "Now, stand up for me."
‘’Si maestra’’. Lucy stood up, watching intensively waiting for any other instructions. Hm, she wish she could take that top off of Ona.
She didn’t realize she was staring until Ona’s soft chuckle broke the silence. “You’re actually adorable,” Ona said with a smile, momentarily unable to hide her amusement. “What’s on your mind? Do you want to take my top off?”
Lucy blushed and looked up shyly. “Mhm, yes, you’re so pretty,” she replied softly.
Ona chuckled and drew Lucy closer by her hand. “Then take it off, bebé.”
With a smile and a racing heart, Lucy lifted her hands to remove Ona’s top. Ona raised her arms, and within moments, she was standing naked before Lucy, who also took the opportunity to finally kick off the briefs that had been dangling around her knees.
In awe, Lucy let her hands explore Ona’s bare torso, beginning at her sides and gradually moving up to her chest. She gazed at Ona with a mixture of anticipation and admiration.
Ona, rolling her eyes with a playful smile, asked, “What is it you want to say?”
Lucy hesitated, her eyes drifting to her hands. “U-uhm, can I?” she stammered.
“What is it, baby?” Ona tilted her chin up, encouraging her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss them,” Lucy replied, her voice almost dreamy.
“Of course, pequeña,” Ona replied with a chuckle, charmed by Lucy’s timidity. Most athletes were quite full of themselves and self-absorbed, but this girl only seemed to have eyes for her. From the moment their gazes had locked at the beginning of this evening, she had been the sole focus of Lucy’s attention. It was cute.
Lucy surprised her by leaning down, starting with soft kisses at her belly button, and slowly working her way up. Between each kiss, their eyes met, intensifying the moment.
Ona’s chest rose and fell as Lucy moved closer to her nipples. Damn, this woman knew exactly how to affect her. A groan escaped as Ona’s head fell back, surrendering to Lucy’s touch.
Ona snapped back to reality as Lucy guided her toward the bed, trailing kisses along her neck until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress.
Ona slid her hand into Lucy’s hair, gently pulling her away as she tutted softly and talked in a stern voice. "Not good, hermosa, not good." Stepping to the side, she added, "You’re too distracting. Get on the bed, bend over."
Ona chuckled, her voice teasing. "Trying to take the lead, hm?" she asked, reaching for the whip. "Oh, so you wanted more punishment?" she added sarcastically, as Lucy whimpered when the leather met her skin again.
"That's fine," Ona murmured, her breath warm as she grazed her teeth along Lucy’s neck. "Next time, just ask, mi juguete. I love playing with you." She let her lips trail down Lucy’s spine before standing up straight again.
Crack.
Lucy moaned into the mattress, her ass more sensitive than before after each hit. She braced herself for more, but the expected impact didn’t come. Instead, she felt Ona press up against her.
Ona reached for the vibrator and, with her arm around Lucy, gently slid it across her wetness until she felt Lucy start to buck her hips. She grinned as she turned on the device, keeping it at its lowest setting.
At the same time, she aligned herself with Lucy’s entrance, having slid the strap through her slick a few times to ensure it was well-lubricated. It was definitely wet enough, she had to make an effort to maintain control and prevent slipping inside just yet.
If the wetness pooling between Lucy’s legs didn’t make her arousal clear enough, her soft, breathy groans into the bedsheet left no doubt that she was ready.
Lucy moaned as Ona entered her in one fluent thrust, completely bottoming out, pressing against the plug that was still inside of her.
Ona started thrusting as she felt Lucy had gotten used to the way she filled her up, starting with slow languid thrusts as she held the vibrator in place.
Lucy struggled to focus on all the sensations overwhelming her. She felt euphoric yet whiny, caught in a paradox of feeling both overwhelmed and unsatisfied. She craved more.
She cried out as Ona thrust harder and more deliberately. Fuck she was incredible, Lucy thought as every movement hit just the right spot. But she quickly realized that this wasn’t entirely focused on her. As her own orgasm built, the swears and murmurs behind her revealed that Ona was also nearing her climax.
“I-” She moaned, cutting herself off as waves of pleasure surged through her. She collapsed onto her forearms, her face pressing into the bed as her thighs quivered. The intensity of her orgasm hitting her sooner than she had anticipated.
Ona bit her lip as she watched the wetness gushing down between their bodies. She let the vibrator fall onto the bed, leaving it running as she gripped Lucy's hips, desperately chasing her own release. She was so close. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on her peak, thrusting just right so the base of the strap pressed firmly against her clit.
Lucy’s walls convulsed around the strap, having moved past the initial waves of overstimulation, and another orgasm was already building up.
At the same time they cried out, waves of pleasure rippling through their bodies at the same time, jerkily Ona rode out her orgasm until she pulled out and collapsed next to Lucy.
Lucy was in a complete daze, her vision blurred, heart pounding so loudly she could hear it echoing in her ears. A wave of pure bliss washed over her, and time felt meaningless.
She couldn’t tell if it had been seconds, minutes, or longer. Time seemed to blur in her hazy state. Slowly, Lucy became aware of the gentle buzzing against her belly. With fumbling hands, she reached down, trying to turn it off. Ona chuckled softly and took it from her, switching it off with ease.
Lucy let out a deep sigh. "That was… fucking amazing."
Ona turned to face her fully, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Glad you liked it."
"And you?" Lucy asked, her voice a bit breathless.
"Mhm." Ona leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Lucy’s cheek. "Very good."
Lucy smiled, rolling onto her back, stretching out as contentment washed over her. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this satisfied before. As she sensed Ona moving beside her, she cracked one eye open and was met with a playful smile.
Ona reached out, lazily tracing patterns on Lucy’s chest. "You tired already?" she teased, though there was a faint note of disappointment in her voice.
Lucy hummed, savoring a few more moments of bliss before sitting up slightly. "Why?"
Ona chuckled, that familiar mischievous glint returning to her eyes. The athleticism was always a plus, models tended to tire too quickly for her liking. "Want to wear a strap? I think you’ve earned it." She smirked, already imagining how Lucy would womanhandle her, or perhaps she could ride her, propped up against those irresistible abs.
A slow smile spread across Lucy’s face. Oh, she definitely wanted to wear a strap. "Yeah," she replied, "I’d like that."
"Perfect," Ona said with a grin, standing up with the kind of ease that made it seem like she was just starting her day, full of fresh energy.
Lucy could feel her own energy gradually returning. As Ona removed her harness, letting it fall to the floor with the strap still attached. Lucy stepped towards her, removing the plug and laying it beside the discarded strap.
Ona didn’t seem to notice, already preoccupied with scanning her closet. Without looking up, she handed Lucy a harness, her mind focused on choosing the right strap.
With practiced ease, Lucy slipped into the harness, already feeling the familiar stir of excitement building again.
Ona turned to her with a grin, handing over the strap and a small bottle of lube.
Lucy raised an eyebrow as she took it. This girl was definitely experienced, but the size of the strap was... pretty big. She couldn’t help but smirk, though she kept any comment to herself.
It was a shame Lucy wasn’t allowed to kiss her, especially now. Ona looked so damn cute biting her bottom lip, intently watching her secure the strap. Truly a shame.
Unable to resist, Lucy leaned in, kissing the soft skin of her neck with eager lips. They stumbled into the wooden door, and Lucy caught Ona just before she could crash into it too hard, pausing her movements.
Their eyes met, Ona’s filled with undeniable lust. Lucy smirked. This girl truly had a passion, no doubt about that.
Lucy lifted Ona, carrying her toward the nearest wall, to not to let Ona’s back press against the rough wood.
Ona chuckled at how effortlessly the girl carried her. Cupping Lucy's face she pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before trailing her lips down to her neck, playfully returning the favor with a few teasing bites mixed in.
She paused, however, when Lucy pressed the lubed strap against her, a low groan escaping her lips as Lucy began to grind her hips. Held securely against the wall, Ona could feel the firm grip of Lucy's big hands on her ass, grounding her.
Her jaw went slack as Lucy slowly entered her, guiding her down onto the rubber strap. God, she loved the feeling of being filled like this.
Ona reached for Lucy’s hair, fingers tangling just above the nape of her neck, giving it a firm tug. Lucy groaned in response, but it didn’t slow her rhythm. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips finding Ona’s neck once more, resuming her trail of eager kisses.
Lucy felt the urge to give Ona more, to feel even closer, the desire to kiss more of her skin was overwhelming. With that thought, she shifted, holding up Ona easily as she walked them towards the bed. Her movements slowed but remained deliberate, their connection never breaking even as she shuffled on to the bed.
Lucy eagerly latched onto Ona’s chest, her tongue tracing circles and lips sucking gently, every movement fueled by the soft sounds escaping the woman below her. Each moan spurred her on, her own thrusts becoming more insistent, matching the rhythm of Ona’s pleasure. Lucy’s focus was completely on her, reading every breath, every gasp, and responding with more intensity.
Ona groaned, a sudden idea flashing through her mind. She tugged Lucy up by the roots of her hair and, with a swift motion, rolled them both over. Lucy, caught off guard but intrigued, let it happen, eyes widening as she watched Ona straddle her waist. Instinctively, she tried to sit up, eager to continue her trail of kisses, but Ona gently pushed her back down, pinning her to the bed.
Without a word, Ona reached for the vibrator they'd used earlier, switching it on and positioning it against herself. As she began to ride Lucy, her left hand pressed firmly against Lucy’s toned stomach, steadying herself while she controlled the pace, her movements deliberate and intoxicating.
Ona's eyes squeezed shut, her breath hitching as she focused on the growing tension coiling in her core. The heat in her stomach tightened with every thrust, every brush of Lucy’s touch, pulling her closer and closer to the edge of release.
As Ona’s body faltered, Lucy’s hands tightened around her hips, steadying her movements. She continued to lift her up and down, her own hips rolling rhythmically beneath her, guiding Ona through every wave of pleasure.
With a satisfied hum, Ona eventually eased herself off Lucy and collapsed beside her, turning off the toy with a soft click. She exhaled deeply, sinking into the bed in contentment, her breathing gradually slowing.
Lucy rolled on her side to watch Ona, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Ona sighed and rolled her eyes, before turning to face her. "Lucy"
Lucy, still captivated by Ona’s beauty, smiled warmly. "Yes?"
Ona leaned closer, gently cupping Lucy’s face in her hands and squeezing her cheeks. "Hello."
Lucy chuckled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Yes, hello. I already -"
"No," Ona interrupted, squeezing a bit harder. "I know that look. Put your brain back in gear for a moment."
Lucy blinked, momentarily confused. Her mind was engaged, or so she thought. Oh shit. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she might have been caught up in the moment more than she intended.
Ona's grip tightened slightly. "You’re not falling in love with me," she said firmly. "This was fun, but it's just an act. We're not running away together, we’re not getting married on an island, and you’re not buying me presents." She released Lucy’s face and gave a reassuring smile.
Lucy’s frown deepened as she processed Ona’s words. Wait, was I really - she thought shocked, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment washing over her.
"But this was great," Ona continued, her smile softening. "If you ever find yourself back in Barcelona and have time for a night of fun, just ask for Nova."
"Nova?" Lucy asked, still a bit flustered. "Oh, is that your stage name?"
Ona nodded, a playful glint in her eye. "Sí."
----the end-----
I hope you liked it, I have never written a song-fic and i went a little of track (litteraly lol).
sorry, this was... a lot 🙈
#shoutout to professors who bake in their free time and share cookies during lectures#i wrote the ending in a tab next to some pcr calculations#did one 4 times and got 4 different outcomes#help#maybe i should start doing 1 thing at a time#ona batlle x lucy bronze#lucy bronze smut#woso smut#woso fanfics#lucy bronze x ona batlle#lucy bronze#lucy bronze x reader#woso#woso imagine#ona batlle smut#wlw nsft#wlw ns/fw
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Storyteller
"Hello Max, I'm here to surprise Pollix with a early pick up."
"Oh how nice, although I don't know if he'll want to go right now."
"Why not? Is he in the middle of a game?"
"No, its story time."
The tighalax smirks. "You really think he won't want to come because of 'story time'?" he laughs.
"Just look and see." the human smiles.
The teacher leads the giant feline being through the child centre to a corner where a colorful and beautiful plush carpet lays on the floor. Not that you could see it as it was covered by sitting younglings. All entranced by the human standing before them telling them a story rather animatedly and loudly.
"Pollix, lets go." calls Dux, looking at his cub.
Not even a glance.
"Pollix."
An ear twitch but still no look.
"...Pollix!"
The whole class looks including Kim.
"Oh, Pollix, your dad is here."
"Papa, not yet! The story isn't done." whines the cub.
"...you want to finish the story?"
"Pollix wants to finish the story! Jax and Morgana are fighting the monster now!" cries Nova.
"...is it almost over?"
"Oh, um, almost but, Pollix I can tell you the rest tomorrow-"
"My Papa says its okay!" Pollix cries interrupting Kim
"...is it okay if I...?" trails a very embarrassed Kim.
The tighalax nods and actually goes to sit next his cub. The sight making Max snort as the 8 foot tall feline like being towers over the younglings. After he settles in and Pollix snuggles in on his Papa's lap he gives Kim the okay to continue.
"...story teacher!" whines the children, their teacher taking too long for their liking to continue the story.
"Oh...right...okay then." she mutters, face red from nerves and embarrassment. This was the first time a parent saw her tell a story.
"...the monster roared at our heroes, swinging his mighty axe down at them. Flung into the air our hero, Jax, is grabbed by the giant's fist and thrown into the monster's mouth." The cubs gasp as the human acts out the catching their hero. Her voice slowly getting louder again.
"NO!"
"What does Morgana do?!"
"Is he dead?!"
"Morgana, seeing that the villain ate her friend charges at him as soon as she lands. Her sword drawn and ready, her face angry, eyes full of tears, and with a mighty cry leaps at the giant." She begins to act out the story, going back to her story telling enthusiasm.
"The monster in turn swings his axe at her, with her in the air it will definitely hit her. The axe hits Morgana and she falls to the ground badly hurt...but not without killing the beast. At the last moment she gathers all her magic into her sword and throws it at the giant monster, piercing his evil heart!" cries Kim, thrusting her hand out as if she had just thrown the very sword.
"...and then..." whispers Nova.
"The monster fades away, revealing a hurt but alive Jax. Seeing Morgana he drags himself to her and they hug, happy to see each other again. Even if they're both not in one piece. The healers arrive and the two head home where they continue the rest of their adventure together, as they were always meant to be. The end."
The cubs cheer with most asking for another story.
"No, no more stories for today. Let's give Kim a break, okay, she's already told you 4 stories." Max ushers the kids towards the toys.
"That was a very good tale teacher Kim, I never knew Earth had such interesting history."
"Hmm? Oh that wasn't our history."
"A legend or folktale then?"
"No, just a made up story."
"Ah, could you tell me the name of it? I would like to read it to Pollix at home, it sounded very interesting."
"Oh uh, I actually just made it up." the human smiles.
"You made it up!? How long ago? Must have taken you ages." Praised Dux, tail flicking in excitement.
"Actually I just made it up now, I make the story up as I go."
"...you make it up as you go...y'know that offer to quit your job and join my pack still stands right? Our planet and culture greatly value Storytellers such as yourselves, you could even make a great living if you worked for me."
"Thanks but I don't think I could ever do that, I hate public speaking!" grins the human.
"...but you just-"
"Children are the exception."
#so I went to work for the first time in a while since im back up this month#and as soon as i step inside i have like 15 tiny kids screaming STORY at me with one kid pointing at me calling me storyteller#it took 3 stories for them to finally go play with toys#this is what happens when you tell a 4 year old about captain underpants and now 3 years later your stuck as a storyteller#i have delayed pick ups because of this#cant leave mid story#i love the power but hate it cause i find it really embarrassing to tell stories in front of parents#the adventures of kim and max running a child centre#humans are space orcs#humans are space oddities
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listen ik you said this on bluesky and not here but. im already in your inbox.
but since jack and nana break your "black girl with weird ass boyfriend" pattern, but theyre one of your oldest oc pairs, who WAS your first black girl w/ a weird ass bf oc couple? 🎤❓#nosy
I wanna say it was Rosetta and Louie
They came a while after Jack and Nana (so the Red Beans are still the oldest pair) BUT Louie was def weirder than Jack. He was also the blueprint for Bitterbat.
Louie is definitely not a yandere, he's just very mischievous at times. He def doesn't have a body count like Bitterbat or Pluto - I think Pluto and Nova was when I started getting an interest in giving black girls partners with blood on their hands.
ANYWAYS - Louie and Rosetta's entire situation (for the new folks who don't know or the old folks who forgot) is that Louie is the son of Satan in my storyverse. He was meant to bring the apocalypse and end of the world on his 18th birthday but he winded up falling in love with Rosetta, who is the preacher's daughter in the small town he winded up crawling out of hell in.
Their entire story is basically an ongoing series of Louie killing demons who are trying to tear up the town and angels who are trying to send his ass back to hell, while he is trying to have a normal relationship with his girlfriend, who he can't physically touch when she wears her cross necklace due to the fact it burns his skin.
Some of that might sound real familiar because a wee bit of it got recycled into Bitterbat's story with him being the son of the Overlord of Umbra, who is meant to take over Earth - only to fall in love with some random magical girl.
I wouldn't say Louie and Rosetta's story is scrapped - it's just placed on the shelf of "Stories Rocky will get to eventually in life".
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Red Magic Nova aterriza en el mercado global con Snapdragon 8 Gen 3 y pantalla de 144Hz
Red Magic ha dado a conocer oficialmente el lanzamiento global de su nueva joya, la Red Magic Nova, una tablet de juegos que promete elevar la experiencia de gaming a otro nivel. Equipado con una pantalla de 10.9 pulgadas, la Nova proporciona una resolución nítida de 2.8K y una tasa de refresco de 144Hz, garantizando visuales fluidos durante las partidas. La pantalla alcanza un brillo máximo de…
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Headcanons- Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko
Is not-so-secretly displeased that no one can pronounce his name. He is absolutely a Polish Culture fanatic and is incredibly patriotic. It bothers him that people either can’t or aren’t willing to learn how to say his name.
For this reason, a quick way to get in his good books is to practice his name and get it right to him. If a pretty girl does it, he’s not-so-subtly hearing wedding bells.
Lowkey misogynist, very traditional
Wants a wife and kids. No kids are a deal breaker for him.
Wants a wife who will clean and cook for him when he can fix stuff around the house and earn income with the military
Grew up with 4 siblings, two brothers, and two sisters, they all have the most Polish names imaginable.
Desperately wants at least three kids.
Generally very outgoing and boisterous. Is commonly told that he’s “too loud”
His response is to smile and laugh even louder than previously.
The exception to this is when he’s embarrassed, which is incredibly infrequent. He will get quiet and turn red if he does anything particularly stupid
He bought a copy of Silence of the Lambs thinking it was a field cooking guide. He gets genuinely flustered when people bring it up
Reads a lot in his off time, and learned English from reading almost exclusively
As such he mispronounces words in ways that people that learned from English speakers typically don’t, like pronouncing “chassis” like “chass-iss” not “chass-ee”
If anyone brings it up he blue screens for a second and argues back that that makes no sense and why can’t it be phonetic?
He inadvertently started a book club with Reyes, Nova, and a few other SpecGru operators by asking around for books to practice with.
Sleeps naked or in very tight boxers much to his bunk mates' chagrin.
He has the unique habit of sleeping on his arm and holding his pillow to his chest and between his legs when he’s asleep.
It’s because his right knee is damaged from a particularly rough infill landing, having his knees together when he sleeps is really painful
Everyone assumes it’s something to do with humping his pillow because he’s just. Got no shame like that, but it isn’t actually.
Has no insecurities appearance-wise. He is how he is and people can like that or not, he doesn’t give a shit.
Cocky? confident? Self-assured?
all of the above and then some.
Magic touch when it comes to being a medic. He has stabilized people who damn well should have bled out and died on the field.
He should be a bad medic because he’s so loud and aggressive on the field
And yet, he’s nearly always right on target and right where he needs to be to help someone out.
His whole demeanor changes from patient to patient.
Otherworldly sense of what people need emotionally when they’re hurt.
Need someone to empathize with you? He’s already telling you how much your family back home needs you to pull through.
Need to get your mind off the pain? He’s telling you knock-knock jokes that don’t really make sense in between stories of his childhood misadventures.
Need someone to kick you into gear? He’s spitting in your face about how you can’t just give up now and die like a fucking dog.
Need some peace and quiet? He’s holding your hand and stroking your wrist with his thumb, only providing pulses of pressure to keep you in the moment.
Absolutely capable of gentleness and caring, but just does so very infrequently.
He is kind, not nice.
He will help out anyone with anything without being asked to, but he’s gonna make fun of them the whole time. (Playful banter, he means no harm by it)
Much more likely to be “nice” to a woman or a child than a man.
Handles his liquor poorly at the moment, will get black-out drunk without batting an eye, and yet somehow never gets hungover.
The others are convinced he takes medical supplies for homemade hangover cures, he doesn’t but he lets them think that.
Superior Polish genes, baby. His liver is the strongest thing about him.
He does not necessarily need to be “the alpha male” in any given room or situation, but very much commands a certain kind of attention.
This man occupies space. Wide stance, a loud voice, a louder laugh, and the personality of a wrecking ball. His ego is through the door before he is.
Despite this, most of his coworkers don’t really find him all that jarring because he doesn’t demand subservience. He knows his station and does not need validation outside of it.
He doesn’t care to be a leader, it’s not that he’s opposed, he just has a different skill set.
He tends to wander on the battlefield, always hyper-vigilant to where he is needed most.
His weapon of choice is a rocket launcher.
AVADA KADABRA KURWA
BOOM
He and Soap are on the top of the “UNDER NO FUCKING CIRCUMSTANCES ALLOWED TO USE A ROCKET LAUNCHER” list, followed closely (and inexplicably) by Farah?
Read about that story here!
Despite being in a profession centered around fixing people/caring for wounds, has a natural tendency towards destruction.
Soldiers' vocabulary all the way. Every 5th word is a swear, and that’s on a “clean” day.
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Under The Mistletoe
IMAGINE: UNDER THE MISTLETOE ~ MEGUMI X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE. JUST FLUFF. nova's notes: i will be doing a mistletoe series. i meant to do this earlier but got busy with work. Happy holidays and Happy New Years! **********************
Nobara and Yuji don’t usually indulge themselves in these types of activities. But after weighing the pros and cons, they decided to mess with Megumi a little bit.
They knew of his little crush on you.
It was so obvious with how he stared at you a little longer than his friends. The way his cheeks would warm up just a little bit when you talked to him.
It’s Christmas season so it’s only fitting to have you and Megumi underneath a mistletoe. They could already imagine how red Megumi’s face would be. He may be angry with his two friends, but they believed that the outcome would be worth it.
There was a small Christmas party before winter break started. The plan was simple really, all they had to do was place the mistletoe, get you and Megumi underneath it and the rest of it would fall in place.
The night began with people lingering around and having small conversations. You and Nobara were talking about going home for the holidays. While you were talking, Nobara could see Yuji dragging Megumi around. He had an unamused look on his face while Yuji had a giddy grin.
“Oh, wait right here! I’ll be right back!” Yuji says rather loudly so Nobara could hear.
“Hey-” Nobara says, cutting you off. “Do you mind giving this to Noara over there? I have to do something real quick.” She says handing you a small bag and walking away.
You were a bit confused, but went over to Megumi. Unaware of the small green plant that was hanging above Megumi.
“Hey ‘Gumi.” You say with a smile.
He visually freezes up at hearing the nickname you gave up. Trying to stop the butterflies in his stomach. The longer you stood in front of him, the harder he had to try to keep the butterflies contained.
“Hey.”
“Nobara gave me this to-”
“Hey! Look, you and (y/n) are under a mistletoe… you know what that means, right?” Yuji magically reappears, speaking rather loudly.
Megumi freezes up once more, looking up to see the mistletoe above the both of them.
He could feel the heat and embarrassment flood his body. He didn’t have the guts to look down at you. Too embarrassed to even see your reaction. He knew that you probably looked disgusted with this.
He was definitely going to get Yuji back for this. But right now, he just wanted to leave the stupid party.
“Hey, Megumi.” He hears your voice call out to him. He didn’t want to answer you though.
You didn’t really give him a choice though.
When you realize that Megumi wasn’t going to answer you, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
Literally.
Dropping the small bag, you grab the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you. His eyes widened when he felt the soft skin of your hands touch his skin. You found the redness on his cheeks was quite cute. The way you were grabbing his face caused his lips to purse together. The slight shine made his lips look even more kissable.
You lean up, placing your lips on his own.
Megumi could feel the butterflies in his stomach fly around ten times faster. His hands were a bit shaky, but they soon found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer to him. The small action causes you to smile and your hands slide down to his shoulders.
His lips start to move in sync with yours.
The surrounding sounds drown out, too engrossed in the moment with you. He couldn’t believe that he was standing in the middle of a party, kissing his crush. He was really hoping it wasn’t a dream.
Yuji and Nobara stood by the side, mouths agape as they watched the scene. They did not think that their little prank would go this far. They didn’t even know that you had a thing for Megumi. But when the two of you pulled apart, the smile on your face didn’t leave. The look in your eyes was the only answer that they needed.
Megumi had a dazed look on his face, cheeks slightly red. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you more. But it finally dawned on him that the both of you were in public.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks you and all you could do is nod.
The both of you leave the party, leaving the small gift on the floor and two shocked idiots glued in their spot.
#oneshot#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#megumi x y/n#megumi x reader#megumi x you#jjk
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This is just so I can keep track of it - but below the cut is a list of every Dogday that Toon DogDay knows, as well as the nickname he has for them.
DogDay Taker, owned by both Oz and Realm in the Care Taker AU - Sunray. Toon sees Ray as his little brother and adores this excitable pup. This nickname is meant to really highlight how warm and excitable this dog is. That and it is kind of a nod to his abilities.
After Joy DogDay, owned by Crazycakeparrotart - Super Nova. To Toon, Super Nova is the ultimate mentor. He's amazed by him and wants to be more like him. The nickname is pretty much due to how massive he is in comparison to Toon - that and with how spectacular a super nova is, it only seems fitting.
Red Rest DogDay, owned by Deleted_va - Sunflower. Toon only meant to try and get Red out of his shell and give him an actual friend, but ended up falling for him when he saw his softer side. The nickname was chosen because sunflowers creeps Toon out a bit, but he finds them to be lovely and can see how one brightens up a room. He feels the exact same about Red.
Charm Magic DogDay, owned by Toast - Sunbeam. Toon is well aware that though this DogDay can literally become a super nova, he still feels the nickname of Sunbeam is more fitting. Gentle, comforting, and warm. He's amazed by this dog's abilities, and this was the first DogDay that he had met who wasn't exposed to the factory. Overall, he loves him dearly and wishes he could help ease his troubles.
Highway Robbery DogDay, owned by Kinger - Noon. Sheriff confuses him, but Toon is amendment about befriending this dog. There's so much about this world that he doesn't understand, but he wants to help Sheriff laugh more. The nickname was picked since noon is when the sun is at it's strongest. That and he couldn't pass up a "High Noon" joke.
Hour of Critters DogDay, owned by Wafel1160 - Sunspot. This DogDay? Toon is annoyed by him - but it's not hatred. It's more of this one being the better toon, and the fact that Toon CatNap can easily snuggle up to him. Any time he sees him, it's a full on cartoon fight. The nickname is meant to partially show he's annoyed by him, but he can respect this toon.
Starsong DogDay, owned by Jaspergem - Solar Flare. This DogDay is the only one that is shorter than he is, so he feels the need to pick him up and carry him around. He adores this pup and feels a strong urge to protect him. Toon sees him as his nephew, making him a fun uncle. The nickname was picked because he's positive that even though this DogDay is tiny, he must be able to pack a punch. Almost every DogDay is a leader for a reason, so Toon is certain that this little guy has a strength he hasn't seen just yet.
Uncontainable DogDay, owned by no-sleep-fox - Dawnbreaker. Yet another massive DogDay, but twice as friendly as the others he's met. Toon adores this DogDay and bonds over their similar fluffy ears. He just wants to hug him and never let him go. The nickname was picked because of how this DogDay is always so optimistic. He sees him as that positive force, the kick start to a new day.
Soulbound Dogday, owned by Nyactophiliac - Summer. This is perhaps the cuddliest DogDay that Toon knows. He just wants to keep this dog smiling and will try to crack a few jokes with him as often as he can. Toon finds him to be one of the comfiest and lovable dogs he's ever met. The nickname was picked because of how warm he finds him. Both in personality and just how warm he is whenever this dog insists on cuddling.
#ccyclone rambles#smiling critters headcanons. just some ideas#AU Crossover rambles#Please check out these guys if you haven't already. All of these guys are amazing!
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Underverse Masterlist
Undertale:
Sans:
Our Little Secret Undertale Sans x Female Magic Reader Story
It's All Okay Undertale Sans x Reader
Papyrus: ~Nothing yet~
Underfell:
Sans (Red): ~Nothing yet~
Papyrus (Edge): ~Nothing yet~
Underswap:
Sans (Blue): ~Nothing yet~
Papyrus (Stretch):
Winter Cuddles Underswap Papyrus x Reader ~Currently working on~
Horrortale:
Sans (Axe or Bear): ~Nothing yet~
Papyrus (Sweets): ~Nothing yet~
Dreamtale:
Dream: ~Nothing yet~
Nightmare: ~Nothing yet~
Inktale:
Ink: ~Nothing yet~
Errortale:
Error: ~Nothing yet~
Outertale:
Sans (Nova): ~Nothing yet~
Papyrus (Apollo): ~Nothing yet~
#undertale x reader#underfell x reader#underswap x reader#dreamtale x reader#horrortale x reader#outertale x reader#ink x reader#sans x reader#papyrus x reader#underfell sans#underfell papyrus#undertale sans#undertale papyrus#underswap sans#underswap papyrus#horrortale sans#horrortale papyrus#dream#nightmare#outertale sans#outertale papyrus#error x reader#error#ink
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28 Asks! :DD Thank you!! :}} 🛒
@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42
She met Seafoam when she rescued his ship from a great storm out at sea. :00
She brought the ship to safety and the next morning Seafoam crawls out into the deck and pulls himself over the railing to look around. All bruised and cracked from being thrown about the ship all night <XDD
That's when their eyes meet.. she tells Seafoam the story of how she saved his ship. And Seafoam is endlessly grateful! He was so kind and genuine.. 💞
@starz-nova
XDD Thank you!! :DD I'm glad you like it! :}}
@holly-opal (Link in ask)
I have not, but I know of it! :00 A friend of mine loves it and has recommended it to me. I've always considered reading it but never got around to it <XDD
A lot of people commented that he looks a lot like Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean, so I imagine yes! <XDD
He might be happy to find someone that looks similar to him! :DD Though he probably wouldn't approach her.
If he saw someone like that, it'd be on shore. And if he's on shore? He's with his crew. Which means he's got a lot of people too keep track of and protect- he has no time to get distracted by interesting ladies! XDD
@sussyhahag
Man I've put one some weight-- XDD
But thank you! I'm sure Grim and "Gengar me" would be great friends :}}}
@beryl-shade
I could! :DD Maybe he'd be another pirate, they could call him "Tack" for short! :}}
While I imagine she'd love to help out in that way, I imagine Seafoam tends to his own laundry XD
@neo-metalscottic (Gerald's one year in question)
Thank you so much!! :DD The other comic is almost done and I'm hoping to post it soon! I've just had a few rough days with my health so Its not coming out as fast as I'd hope.. 😅 That, and I've been a bit mentally preoccupied daydreaming about web comic ideas.. 😞
As for Morton, I think his skin color will be a simple case of melanism! Nothing too crazy or magical there! <XDD As for his name and how he talks, I think its a reasonable idea that he would be named after a previous king! :0 Perhaps a previous king who had melanism as well..? 👀 Who knows XD
Though with his voice, I cant imagine him talking all "hulk" like. Since he's a part of the royal family he would have access to only the best education and speech therapy (if needed-). So the likelihood of any of the Koopalings having speech problems or talking "hulk" like would be low 😅 though that's not to say that out of all his siblings, he leans towards that type of speech the most! :00
As for Kammy and Kamek, she's not nearly as old as him. I was thinking Kamek is hundreds of years old, while Kammy is the Koopa equivalent of like... 60-70? She was brought into the koopa palace to be a nanny/maid. Her power is different from Kamek's, though I haven't figured out all the specifics yet.. I guess it can be said that when it comes to magic, they both studied and mastered different things.
Now if she ever faced Kamek in combat? He would flatten her. There is no Magikoopa alive today that can compare to Kamek's power..
...Doesn't mean she's afraid to get on his nerves though XDD She loves to mess with him, knowing that he's not allowed to hurt her.🤪
And lastly, its interesting to hear about the Vehicons getting some more originality! :00 My favorite out of those 3 would have to be the red one :}}
AWE! Thank you so much!! :DD I'm honored!! :}}}
@unicornfpotatoesdir
Nah, he's always gonna be littol! XDD And thank you!! :}}
@milk-powrit
My first instinct was no.. since Jangles is like 2.5-3 feet tall and I always imagined sans to be 4.5-5 feet tall. But google says sans 2 feet tall??? XDD If we're going by Googles standards then yeah Jangles is taller- but my heart dont want to believe he's that short 🤣💀
As for the 20k post, Jangles wasn't holding anything other than Gerald.. so I assume you meant this post..? <:0 If so, its a granola bar! Its been most if my diet recently so I imagine I had a few extra lying around for Jangles <XDD
@snailfen
So far I really like it!! :DD Better than Sword and Shield imo that's for sure <XDD
I do not. <:/ But you can find all my Pokémon stuff under #pokemon scarlet and violet or #pokemon in my blogs search bar! <:D
@lathan-chillyfilm
Funky lookin guy, I like him! XDD
@tallchest13-blog
*Cici tugs at my arm
"......so you gonna drink that-" XDD Thank you!
Thank you so much!! :DD I've got my hopes back up recently, hoping I'm over all this soon! :}} 🤞🤞
@yourstrulylightstar283
Awe, thank you!! :}}}
Oh yeah, after the wars all said and done? I'm sure he's pull back on that extreme and get some repairs done 🥺
@mimiocto
You know to be honest, Grim is very dangerous becuase his brother is a Sylveon. XDD If I remember correctly, V is higher level than Grim in the game. Dragon types better watch out! XDD
Oh hey! I've seen that guy around! I used to think he was Shockwave <XDD And he appears to be an Autobot?? With how Chaotic he is in fanart I thought he was a Decepticon-💀
But anyways- yes! With the fanart I've seen of him, I think him and Bash would be great friends XDD
@artblock200322022
Thank you! I'm glad you liked those comics! :DD
Though at the moment, I don't have plans to jump back into that fandom anytime soon. <:/ I've have some uncomfortable experiences with the Octonauts fandom recently so I'm taking a bit of a break for now-
@bee-the-inevitable-death
I don't see a reason to go through the effort to maintain an account on another website. <:0 I have all my inside jokes, my follower celebrations and all my followers right here in one place! Its much nicer :}
Awe! Thank you so much!! :DDD I'm glad :}}}}
@pink088
Nah its fiiiiine dw! As long as I have the bandages on the blood will stay in my hands surly :}} but thank you for the tea! :D
(Referencing this post)
XDD Are we sure it wasn't [M]ango?
Daaannngg.... Homestuck is way bigger than I thought-
@snailshard
That looks beautiful!! :DD And thank you! :}}
#my response#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run ocs#my ocs#factual fam#super mario bros#pokemon scarlet and violet#gengar#sylveon
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