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I hate him <3
#he can’t make a normal tweet for the life of him#also listening to snap back rn#I love this song sm#twenty one pilots#twentyonepilots#twenty øne piløts#21p#21 pilots#tyler Joseph#Josh dun#Clancy#Clancy era#tøp
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omw to play emotional support for my mom disguised as ✨fun family bonding time✨ for the rest of the week <3333 there's something so deeply wrong with me uwu teehee
#and i still havent texted my friend back even tho she texted me a week ago and i told her ill text her back this week when i have the time#and i DO have the time. im just fucked in the head and the prospect of having a conversation with another person where i again#have to pretend im not at the very brink of a serious mental and emotional breakdown. is making me lose my fucking mind#ik she's having a bad time rn and she needs the reassurance and jesus fucking christ i tried i had two long conversations with her#that were allllll about her. only her. not a single word about me. that's fine. this is what people need in such moments right#to just get patted on the head and hugged and told their suffering is real and what happened to them is unfair and just made to feel#that for a moment they're the centre of attention and it is all about them. this is normal. this is why therapy exists.#so i try to give this to her but it is fucking draining. and i NEVER get the same treatment back. like she caught me crying at uni last week#and like yes she'll say some nice things but she'll always find a way to turn the conversation back on the topic of ✨her✨#like we started talking about my therapy and i finally got to actually say a word or two about what im dealing with. but then she goes#'yeah im just trying to figure out what's wrong with me when i listen to you haha like i could never cut myself cause it looks ugly.#ofc it doesnt look ugly on you haha but i could never lol'#like thanks haha good to know ill just shut up then and steer the conversation back onto you why dont i. i mean its not like#i spent over an hour a few days back sitting with you and listening to your talk about your childhood and validating you and not saying#a word a single fucking word about myself even tho i was also going through it myself but who cares right. and now im the bad guy again#because im not texting back.#i feel like im finally fucking snapping cause at this point im properly fucking angry. IM having a bad time too. IM going through it too.#I have bad coping skills and had a fucked up childhood and traumas in my life TOO and im allowed to just not be able to handle it#i really wanna break something lol maybe therapy's working after all lmao#oh also this is why i dont eat breakfast. i do it once and then feel guilty and suicidal lol normal behaviour#pojebie mnie zaraz przysięgam na boga mam dość kurwa BASTA
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Hahahaa he's so "bright talented young man alters himself to attain greatness and escape a life he was unhappy with but despite warnings (he ignored them) fails in the end and dies while his father lives on without him"
Secondly though I also HAD to throw on some Mother Mother. Notably, Body (tbh a disabled bitch anthem imo) and Arms Tonight (y'know. Bc the end of the game). Stg I'll send you the playlists for the Arakawa's when I'm done with them. I take my sweet ass time tho v sorry hahaha 😂
Litcherallyyyyyy thats what im sayin bro..... esp when in the story of icarus his father helps him escape the island/helps him succeed and when icarus does fail his father is left imprisoned.... does that not happen to our icarus too.... does that not happen to his father also..... wild....
And take your time with your playlists, no rush ! A dude knows what its like tryin to make it Just Right
#snap chats#the icarus comparison is more ironic considering in the story icarus plummets to the ocean and drowns...#And If We Say Irony. Since Arakawa Was Dumped In The Ocean. lol....#but noo i gotta be so guilty since growin up i always took Body as a trans allegory. or at least adjacent#and ik i havent breathed about it in Months but aoki did evoke trans energy... to me... to my delulu-ass brain...#but then i feel bad cause aspects of him that Yell trans to me are actually about his disability so i feel like im disregarding it#even tho thats not my intent i was just too silly playin y7 the first time around 😭☠️☠️ its generally why i dont talk bout it tbh..#too delulu.. and i feel awkward talkin bout hcs like that BUT MOVING ON THIS IS NOT ABOUT THAT#either way body Does fit. esp with the whole Take My Lungs Take Them And Run bit ☠️#Take My Tongue And Go Have Some Fun can also be representative of aoki’s influence and- apparently- the publics inclination to follow him#I.E. with His Tongue anything can be passed or anything that has his backing can be validated#BUT IM NOT HERE TO DO AN ANALYSIS ON MUSIC AND AOKI even if i really want to.........#i will say tho... im 90% sure theres a line about Taking Eyes but i cant look it up rn lest my tumblr app reser and i have to type all this#but anyway That Refers To This Bitch’s Eyesight Getting Worse#im gonna go listen to that song now its stuck in my head.. uh oh...#everyone always say Mother Mother is Basic and that may be true but so am i so let me listen while i be sad THANK YOU.#ok bye <3 ive prattled too long and my phone will surely die soon and i want One (1) listen in <3
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today in defenses of boromir that no one asked for: tired of reading that boromir’s death was in vain because he failed to save merry & pippin from the uruk-hai. the fact that this clearly important warrior was willing to die to protect those two is what convinced the urukhai that they had indeed captured the halfing who carried whatever important thing saruman wanted. they took the hobbits to isengard (to isengard gard) because they thought they had the right ones! boromir didn’t succeed in preventing their capture but he did in fact keep them alive by making them seem valuable. furthermore, he actually also saves frodo in this way: because the orcs and uruk-hai think they have what they came for, they stop looking and turn back: if they had not, they might have ultimately found and captured frodo or at least raised the alarm that a hobbit with an Important Thing was on the loose, setting others searching. which is the very heart of tolkien’s worldview - that you do the right thing because it is right, and doing the right thing is never in vain.
to conclude this essay boromir died a hero and saved not just merry and pippin but also frodo and sam - and in doing so also saved himself from the ring’s attempt to twist him to its own ends
#YES THIS#I will not stand for trashing Boromir the whole entire reason the ring got to him first was by twisting his love for his people#and his sense of responsibility for them#there’s not a single other member of the Fellowship who has the same weight of leadership on their shoulders at this point in the narrative#don’t tell me about Aragorn yes he leads the rangers but that’s like being a king of cats they do fine on their own mostly#he literally was not convinced to let Gondor even know he was there until this exact moment Because Of Boromir#the only one with comparable protective responsibilities is Gandalf#and the second ranked literal Istari had BETTER outlast the very stressed human man#Boromir didn’t expect to be here man he VOLUNTEERED for the Mordor suicide mission AFTER telling everyone how suicidal it was#literally showed up to ask Elrond about a weird dream and was told#’oh hey yo we’re about to have a meeting about what to do with Sauron’s Ultimate Doom Weapon that just surfaced’#’yeah one of the creatures you thought weren’t real had it in the tiny sheltered pastoral outskirts of your known world’#’yeah we realized maybe we should have some human rep from like actual civilization’#’and not just the brooding forest man with the silly nickname’#’also turns out it’s the guy whose return is the literal point of your entire very difficult job apparently’#’according to the elf who will correct you loudly about it IN THE MIDDLE of a very important meeting full of very important people at which#you are trying to represent your kingdom well’#and then they take FOUR (4) of these little myth guys with apparently no combat skills#why? he may ask??#Gandalf shrugs: ‘they can be sneaky and they grow good weed’#my man is having a TIME ok#YOU try maintaining your mental health under these conditions even WITHOUT the evil Literally Actively Corrupts The Hearts Of Men accessory#which is btw around you 24/7#also no one else in the party wants to take the path back through the kingdom you feel bad for not being an active defender of rn#or rather#the guy who should Probably Already Be There based on the authority he is actively wielding to lead the party doesn’t#and everyone listens to HIM#look to be clear I love and get Aragorn but like#you gotta feel for Boromir here#and then he snapped out of it IMMEDIATELY and was intensely heroic about atoning
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tired tired
#ok venting for a moment#everything is so much all the time and i'm always saying this#right now everything is far far too much i think#and it always has been but i've gotten good at ignoring it#it only takes One negative external force to break the facade and make me remember how bad it all is#i really do try#but its always someone or something else that brings me back down here#i really try#anyways i won't be able to get my meds for a while due to stock problems and i do not feel good about this#really not at all#just waiting for the situation in my household to snap also because there's only so long i can effectively ignore the people i live with#even if i was able to form the words to talk about things. they are not typically able to listen or understand in any way#i do not know what is going to happen#but its like i've been stuck in a very slow and subtle state of panic for around 2 days now and my chest hurts and my bones hurt#i dont feel good hehe#if a particularly intense and productive hyperfixation could hit rn that would be great. please#but i am going to be braindead for a while without my meds so thats a big hope!#i just need some time and some peace and to be left alone in my space#i probably need the events and issues causing me stress to resolve but i don't see how they will!#and i just feel its not my job since i'm not the one causing them!#now i think i just need to remember and hold onto how this has hurt me and why i'm allowed to feel hurt#i'm allowed to be bitter about it because i was deceived and betrayed and lied to#i am really trying
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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ rafe putting brat!lamb!reader in her place after she makes him leave golf for the millionth time
warnings: MDNI ! 18+ ! dom!rafe (duh), mean!rafe ? kinda, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of a vibrator, use of the nicknames 'baby' and 'rafey', multiple orgasms, overstimulation, language, basically zero plot just smut. wc: 2.1k
a/n: i swear i'll start writing more, i currently have like 5 other fics all either just started or halfway through writing but ill finish them and start posting moreeee also this is my longest fic as of rn and its entirely smut lmfao
you always got your way, and today was no different. rafe and you had been at the country club all day and the instant you got bored of watching your boyfriend and his friends play golf, you whined until rafe obliged and you hopped in his mercedes to head home.
you sat in his car with your arms crossed, the wind whipped your white mini skirt and hair every which way but you ignored it. you were waiting for rafe to apologise for subjecting you to such boredom.
but he wasn't having it either. you always had to stop a game of golf just as it was getting good, but he never disobeyed you, he loved you. he also loved drinking beer and playing golf with his friends though, so today he had enough.
he sat there in the driver's seat, firm expression on his face as he drove the two of you back to his condo, one of his gloved hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.
you glanced at the veins bulging out of his forearm as he vigurously steered the car but reminded yourself that he didn't deserve anything fun tonight for putting you through another several hour golf session with no one and nothing to entertain you.
as soon as rafe pulled up to his condo he hopped out and slammed his door shut. you could tell he was really angry now too, but what did he have to be mad for? you were out there for hours upon hours before you'd even began to tell him you wanted to leave.
he rounded the car to the passenger's side and swung the door open. "inside, now." he said gruffly, not even looking at you. his head turned towards the front door. you narrowed your eyes at him, arms still crossed as you sat there, irritated.
"get out of the fucking car brat" he calmly, but sternly said. your jaw weakened and you opened your mouth, only to snap it shut again when he looked at you with his piercing gaze.
you grabbed your little purse and stepped out of the car, stepping out of the way before rafe also slammed your door shut. he didn't bother to wait for you, just stalked into his place leaving you to trudge across the gravel driveway in your kitten heels after him.
you were still irked, for sure, but now rafe was angry. the two of you always made the impression that you had him at your knees, you'd say something and he would listen without question. topper and kelce often laughed at him, calling him 'pussy whipped' and he'd roll his eyes, telling them if they had pussy as good they'd be the same way. he never had a bad word to say about you.
however, behind closed doors... specifically his bedroom door, he was in charge. he could tell you to drop to your knees as he fucked with his belt and you'd have your eyes wide and tongue ready. as soon as the two of you were in his house, you turned into whatever he wanted you to be, tonight was no different.
you closed the front door behind you and turned around to find rafe standing there with his arms crossed, same stern look still on his face. you tilted your head down, attempting to give him the puppydog eyes so he wouldn't be so mad, you hated upsetting him.
he walked over to the couch without a word and sat down, the fireplace crackled in front of him sending a spark of light to illuminate the living room a little more, all of the other lights were off. you took your shoes off and placed your bag down.
"come here." he said before deeply breathing in and out. you walked over to the living room and stood in front of him as he sat there, looking up at you with pursed lips. "yes rafey...?" you said quietly.
"sit" he curtly said, and you immediately obeyed, sitting right on his lap. you swallowed the lump in your throat slowly, looking into his mean blue eyes.
his gloved hand connected with your throat harshly, "you think you can just interrupt my golf games like that, every fuckin' time?" he breathed. you whimpered a little, not because he was scaring you in any way but simply because you could feel his bulge under you rising and he knew how his strong arm around your throat turned you on.
his grip softened a little so you could talk, "i just missed you rafey... i got bored-" you protested, your voice quiet. his other hand quickly grabbed at your hip, squeezing roughly even through the glove.
"you bitched 'nd whined n'front of my friends for the last time baby," he pulled your face closer to his until he was breathing at your neck and he lowered his voice, "you can't be doing that shit, hm?"
you nodded vigorously, one of your manicured hands now gently grabbing the hand that is connected to your throat.
"good" he smiled sinisterly, "but baby, m'gonna have to teach you a lesson yeah? i can't just let that shit slide."
"i'm sorry rafey..." you whimpered, his bulge was twitching right under your now soaked panties, the mini skirt left absolutely no fabric in between.
he pulled your face even closer so your lips were almost touching, "i know, you'll show me how sorry you are" he whispered with a grin before releasing your throat and moving your thigh so you were now straddling him. he swiped his fingers under your skirt against your wet pussy and scoffed with a grin, "fuuck, you wanna be punished don't you? you're already so wet and all i did was tell you off"
you looked away to the side brazenly, nearly rolling your eyes because you both knew that rafe knew exactly what he was doing.
"ay, what was that hmm?" he snapped, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on him. he adjusted himself underneath you like it was nothing, pushing his ranging boner into your wet cunt even more.
you squirmed a little at the feeling, "your hand on my throat? and we both know i can feel your dick..." you declared with a little sigh. one of his eyebrows raised slightly and he cocked his head to the side before ripping his gloves from his hands, all while holding your gaze on him.
"mmm, i know you like being punished," he reached his hand up to cup the side of your face gently, "and you love it when i punish you with my dick. so please baby, don't act all mad."
you nervously licked your lips, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter on top of him, you knew he could feel it too. it would be a miracle if there wasn't a huge wet patch on his pants where your pussy met his dick by now. his hands rested on your hips now, "good girl."
without a word he flipped you over onto your back with a grin, one hand holding you at your waist while the other was already pulling the wet fabric to the side and rubbing your slit slowly.
"rafe.." you said, breathless, you didn't think you could handle being teased for any longer now. he just grinned as he kept torturing your clit and began palming at your tits, your hips starting to buck while he kept going before finally plunging two fingers deep into your pussy.
you whined in pleasure as he pumped them in and out, his pace growing faster and faster while you just got increasingly wetter. he was getting painfully hard at the sweet sound your wet pussy was making as he fingered you. "ugh fuck, rafe please-" you moaned, all he did was smile in satisfaction at how he was making his girl feel.
he finally relented and pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt, but then brought a tie from the floor and grabbed your wrists, tying them together above your head. "punishment's not done baby, i'm still angry with you..." he said lowly, looking at how wet he made you as you dripped down onto the leather couch.
he then reached for the floor again and brought out a vibrator with a smirk. your eyes went wide and you tried to sit up, but he just pushed you back down onto the couch again. "i just want your dick, please rafey" you begged but he just shook his head, still smiling as he switched it on and brought it down to your clit.
you immediately yelped at the sensation and couldn't help but become a moaning mess. rafe was having fun, stroking it up and down your wet folds as he torturously fucked you with a single finger, slowly.
"f-fuck you," you moaned, writhing against his finger and the vibrator, going through possibly your forth or fifth orgasm. rafe just continued to play with your pussy, now using his tongue on you which only made you lose your mind more. he was moving the vibrator across your nipples now, eating you out sloppily like a man starved.
"i hate you, oh god... rafe stop! please" you groaned, your entire body twitching. you had lost count of how many times this man had made you cum at this point, you'd actually lost all sense of thought. he just sat there, still simulating you.
a pornographic moan easily bounced off the walls and rafe grinned up at you proudly, pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain" you beg, tears pecking at your eyes from the overstimulation. rafe just shook his head, watching you cum on his fingers again, "what're you talkin' about baby? you can clearly keep going..."
"rafe! fuck- please just fuck me" you whined, your body tensing up, awaiting yet another orgasm when he finally tears the vibrator away from your swollen clit.
he scoffs at the sight of you, all fucked out and heaving, "okay." he unties your hands and pulls you to sit you up, you nearly go limp and fold over but he holds you up, cupping your face. you were stained with tears but he thought he'd never seen you look so sexy, in an instant his lips were connected with yours.
he was hungrily kissing you, finally pulling your bunched up clothes off of you and palming at every part of your body, just completely feeling you up which only made your pussy ache again. you pulled his shirt off of him and continued kissing him, now pushing his back down onto the couch as you devoured him under you.
his hands slid off of your body and onto his pants as he started pulling them off. now in his boxers you couldn't help but mischievously smile, straddling him as you continued to kiss him but rutting against his aching bulge. you thought he must be in so much pain, having been completely clothed and untouched for the entire duration of your punishment.
he groaned as you grinded against him and gripped at your hips so ferociously you knew you'd have bruises there in the morining, but you kept going. he parted from your lips and pulled his cock out of his boxers, the tip all red and swollen, leaking precum. you licked your lips as you measured his huge dick against your stomach, it very clearly going to the top of your belly button.
you wasted no time in lowering yourself onto him. the feeling of him slipping into your tight pussy nearly caused him to cum right there and then but he held back.
"holy fuck... holy fuck y/n." he breathed deep, furrowing his brows as he grunted with every minor move until he was entirely inside you to the hilt. you began rocking back and forth and his body was shaking from the amount of force it took to hold back cumming inside your tight pussy immediately.
you moaned as you moved, "so big, god, so so big."
"fuck- baby... ah shit, m'gonna cum-" he grunted, his grip on your hips tightening. you grinned mischievously as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to handle the pleasure. "cum inside me rafey" you whispered, leaning down in his ear. he immediately obeyed, thick hot ropes of cum filled your insides as you continued to rock back and forth. feeling his entire cock drained by your pussy made his head spin, he was moaning louder than he had before, breathing heavily.
you whined in pleasure as you rode him through your final orgasm as well, crumpling on top of him.
"good girl" he grinned, panting as he tucked stray hair behind your ear.
#☾.˚ ༘⋆。works#⊹ ࣪ ˖brat!lamb!reader#*ೃˊ- rafey#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#outer banks#drew starkey#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe fic#rafe imagine#rafe fanfiction#obx smut#female reader#rafe x female reader#rafe x y/n#rafe x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x female reader#!reader#rafe cameron x you#outerbanks smut
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i think goro would really not gaf abt kasumi because well 1) shes dead 2) he never knew her so he has no reason to care. Or pretend to care 3) sumire is the one who's alive right now and if she doesnt shape tf up STAT she might not stay that way. so obviously he tries to Help:tm: sumire get over it in his own way......... which obviously oversteps like ten million boundaries
like hes trying to say that yknow 'you should think for yourself' and implying 'if you dont think for yourself you wont get anywhere' but it ofc comes off 10 times too harsh and hostile.
but goro's never really Had people that he Cares about. he doesnt know how to properly do this soft love and care and affection thing. so he phrases things like this.
(btw theyre trying to solve some random puzzle in marukis palace and akira's scoping out the outside but he hears the slam which alerts him oh huh smth must have gone wrong) (sorry i suck bad at drawing backgrounds
im not 100% on what i wanted for goro's expression on the 3rd page, a combination of conflicted anger at her for snapping back - respect at her for snapping back - a kinda "oh shit" - just a kinda reproachful kind of glare like "fine, have it your way" but it kinda dawns on him how unsympathetic he was in the moment when he sees akira
ALSO!! edit bc i forgor to add. i think there’s smth important abt the fact that he actually fucks off when sumire tells him to, and doesn’t say anything more (granted he already said what he wanted to say.) he listens to her and respects her in this sense. i feel like if it was akira or anyone else he probably wouldn’t bother but . WAVES HANDS. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE. sorry i’m adding this at 5am rn my brain MY BRAINNNN
#whistles........#goro akechi#sumire yoshizawa#akira kurusu#shuakesumi#royal trio#akesumi#cele draws#persona 5 royal#cele comics
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Sub!armin x reader collegeau
(PLEASE BABES IM BEGGNG YOUUUU🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾)
For Free
Tags: Sub!Armin x Fem!Reader, college!au, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, virgin!armin, overstimulation, light choking, vaginal sex, face riding, a small side of eremika,
Synopsis: Virgin!Armin doesn’t know how to get his dick wet :)
An: I’d love to start writing more for AOT if anyone else has any reqs they wanna see me flesh out <3 I don’t write sub men that often, so I hope this was satisfactory. Also, can we be so fr rn? Men who are nerdy and have nerdy interests are sooooo 🤭
"So, as I was saying. The artic also produces icebergs, so hypothetically speaking, if we could cut down on pollution and light pollution, we could have a slim shot of repairing-"
"Armin, I am begging you. Please shut the fuck up and eat your food." Eren annoyingly snaps at him while rolling his eyes. He was currently stabbing at his portion of chicken aggressively with his fork.
"I was listening to him. Don't be an ass." You retort while elbowing Eren in his side. Your eyes then fixate back on Armin. "You're saying that we potentially could repair the artic to an extent?" You prompt for him to go on his little tangent about the artic and ocean.
If someone asked you why you were so interested, you'd make up some lie about how you're writing a paper on the effects of pollution and global warming. In reality, you actually just loved listening to your cute blonde friend spill his heart out about his hyper fixations.
Your eyes glass over as Armin goes back to explaining to you the intricacies of the environment and global warming. Your mind wanders to how he’d look if you just got on your knees for him and gave him the best head of his life. You could almost bet that he’d be the type to whimper.
“You need to get laid like it’s detrimental at this point.” Eren grumbles while shaking his head. “You quite literally are putting off an energy that scares away the hoes.”
“And what hoes are you trying to attract?” Mikasa asks as she finally settles in next to Eren. She was running late to lunch after helping Historia out carrying somethings to the teacher’s lounge.
“None-! But if I were, Armin would scare them away.” Eren replies, and you notice how his hand snaked underneath the table towards Mikasa’s thigh.
“Stop being such an ass. He’s just passionate about something. No one treated you like shit when you went through your little skating phase.” You speak up once again, getting real sick of Eren’s pissy attitude.
“It’s okay, yn. We can talk about this later.” Armin finally speaks up, giving you a small defeated smile that crushes your soul. Underneath the table, you gently bump your foot against his foot.
His face doesn’t show it, but his heart flutters in his chest as he bumps his foot back against yours. It’s such a small act of affection, but it’s your guy’s way of just checking in with each other. Essentially, it was a way to silently say, “I’m here for you.”
“Armin, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” Eren asks as he takes an aggressive bite from his food.
Your foot ever so gently slides up Armin’s leg, making his breath hitch in his throat. His face flushes a bright red as he avoids everyone’s gaze.
“I don’t know why that matters.” He mutters quietly, not liking where Eren was going with this.
“I’m taking that as a yes then.” Eren continues. “Any reason in particular why you haven’t slept with anyone yet?”
Your eyes focus on Armin’s face as you’re curious as well. Armin isn’t ugly. He’s sweet, smart, and incredibly patient. Girls have approached him in the past, but he always just opts to keep them at arms length.
“I just..” Your foot gently presses into his inner thigh, seeing how far he’d let you take this. Armin immediately coughs as if trying to hide his reaction to your blatant flirting. “… haven’t found the right one.. I guess.”
“The right one? Armin, you need to just get it out of the way. I’ll literally pay someone to sleep with you.” Eren half-laughs, which means he’s probably only half-joking.
“That’s prostitution, Eren, and it’s illegal.” Armin replies with a small frown, not liking that his best friend is quite literally offering to pay for his virginity to be taken.
“I’d do it for free.” You casually offer with a small shrug. Armin’s eyes go wide as he stares at you from across the table, and Eren chokes on his soda. Mikasa just has a calm smile on her face as she watches this all go down.
“Of course you would. You’re practically riding his dick all the time anyways.” Eren retorts after he gains his composure back.
“Yep, you’re right. Now, I’m going to go do it for real too.” You respond as you stand from your chair. Your hand reaches over and grabs Armin’s hand before leading him out of the mess hall.
His hand is trembling in yours, and he can’t find the words to say right now. His heart is beating so loudly that he almost can’t hear. The only thing on his mind was that you’re finally noticing him.
Armin turned down the girls who tried to flirt with him because he has his eyes set on you. He’s had the fattest crush on you since you met their little friend group in college.
Not knowing how to handle his feelings, he had once confided in Eren and Mikasa. Both of them said it was stupid obvious that you liked him back, but he refused to believe it. How could a girl as pretty and confident as you like him??
You let out an exasperated sigh as you shut your dorm door behind you, locking it so no one else can bother you too. Armin’s entire face is red, and he’s fumbling with his fingers.
“You don’t have to be so nervous. You know I was kidding, right?” You softly laugh at him while taking your shoes off. You then crawl up onto your bed and settle down. “I just was tired of listening to Eren, and I figured you needed a break too…”
Armin can’t help the way his demeanor subtly drops. He feels so naive for thinking you were actually going to take his virginity. You probably detested the thought of doing so- He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before he also sits down on your bed.
“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles quietly, and he keeps his gaze away from you.
You quickly pick up on his change in attitude. He almost seems… disappointed? Your eyes lock for a moment, and you observe his pretty blue eyes looking back into yours. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's giving you puppy dog eyes.
"Don't tell me you're disappointed." You lightly joke, lips curling into a smile as you gently nudge him.
Armin lets out a soft exhale of amusement, and he clams up for a moment. "Well.. I.. can't say that I wasn't a little bit excited." He admits sheepishly.
"Excited for me to take your virginity?" You prompt, shifting your position on your bed to where you and Armin's faces are a few inches apart. "I didn't think you really cared about that sort of thing."
"Sex?" Armin asks while his eyebrows pinch together slightly. He's giving a small cute pout. "I know it's hard to believe, but I am still a guy.."
"Oh? Is this when you give me the spill about having urges and desires too?" You tease him, and he's slowly leaning back against your pillows. Your body carefully shifts on top of his.
His heart is hammering through his chest - his nervousness and excitement making him feel like he's going to explode. He just hoped you didn't notice how painfully hard he was already. He had been subtly concealing a boner since you offered to take his virginity.
"Is that what you want to hear?" He asks as he gazes up at you. At this point you're straddling his waist. Your hands are pressed to his chest.
"You know... yeah, tell me what urges and desires the infamous nerdy Armin Arlert has." You raise an eyebrow at him with a lopsided grin, excited to hear about what fantasies he conjures up in that cute head of his.
"Well... I think a lot about you..."
"Yeah..? What about me?" Your hands slowly rub up and down his chest, and you can feel his hard on pressing desperately against your thigh.
"J-just about..." He's stuttering now, and his face is flushing a deep red as you're not giving him must leeway to escape this. "Your lips... how soft they'd feel."
"You think about kissing me?" Your hips shift ever so subtly, causing a small gasp from Armin.
"Amongst other things..." He breathes out, but he's given no chance to gather himself before you take his wrists and pin them to the sides of his head.
You lean down over him, hovering your lips right over his. "If you want it... take it." You whisper softly, your breath ghosting over his lips, causing him to shiver.
A small whimper escapes him before he leans up, and he captures your lips in a sweet, innocent kiss. You ease up on his lap, allowing for him to control the kiss for a moment.
He kisses you needily - so desperate to feel more, but he isn't quite sure on how to initiate that. Your lips are as soft as he imagined, and you taste like strawberry poundcake. He's already so addicted. It was his first kiss, and you were already rotting him from the inside out.
Your hands release his wrists, and you cup his jaw instead, taking control of the kiss. Your teeth tease his bottom lip, showing him exactly how to achieve what he wants. Your tongues clash together, and his hands find your hips. His thumbs rub into your hip bones, loving the feeling of you in his lap.
After a while, you finally part from him. A small thin string of saliva connects you two as you're both panting, trying to recover from the steamy kiss.
"What else is do you want?" You whisper softly, intending to give this man whatever he so asks for.
"I- I want..." His voice is breathy, overcome with intense lust as he lifts his hips up, hoping you'll get the memo.
"Sayy it." You taunt with an evil smile.
"Please- I... I want you to use me." He whines, and he tilts his head back slightly as his bulge grinds so nicely against your core.
Your hips begin to roll, adding on to the fiction for both of you. You can tell through his pants that Armin isn't exactly small like most people would believe him to be since he's not exactly tall.
"Mmmnph~" His breathing is labored as he feels his tip already making a mess in his boxers. He quickly grabs your hips and stills them before he can make a real mess.
"What is it-? Did I do something wrong?" You ask in a concerned tone before you realize just how red his face his. He looks so disheveled already. His blonde hair was a mess upon his head.
"N-no... it was really good." He admits quietly. "Too good... I didn't want to..." His voice trails off, and he looks away from you with an embarrassed look.
"Oh.. I see.." You reply with a small grin, finding it cute how worked up he gets. You slowly ease your pants and panties down your legs, and you toss them onto the ground.
“Do you ever watch porn while thinking about these things?” You ask, going back to his fantasies.
“Mmm.. sometimes, but the mental image is enough most times.” His eyes glance down towards your thighs and lower half. “Some… sometimes I imagine you riding my face…”
“Oh?” You prompt with a small smile. “Do you want me to sit on your face?”
Armin nods his head quickly, and he scoots his body down lower, already prepping for you to take your rightful seat on his tongue. He’s nervous about eating you out for the first time, but he’s nearly drooling at the thought of you putting your weight down on his head. He wonders just how sweet you’ll taste.
“Is that a yes?”
“Please..” He asks so sweetly. You have to reward him.
You crawl up to where his head is laid back against your mattress, placing your legs on either side of his face, and your fingers comb through his messy blonde hair. He looks up at you through his eyelashes with a truly pitiful gaze.
“Tap my thigh three times if you can’t breathe, okay sweet boy?” You ask to make sure he understands. He nods his head without a second thought before leaning up to press a kiss against your cunt.
Eren had talked about eating Mikasa out before to Armin… despite Armin’s many, many attempts to make him shut up. Eren would tell Armin that he wouldn’t stop until she was a shaky mess on top of him. That was Armin’s goal. He wanted to feel your thighs tremble from his tongue.
“Good boy…” You purr as you slowly lower yourself onto his mouth. Armin immediately seems to just know what to do as if it was pure instincts coursing through him.
He starts off slow, pressing gentle kisses against your cunt before he starts to lap at you. A hum fleas him as he savors the taste of you. Just as sweet as he imagined.
With his tongue, he finds the small button of nerves at the top of your cunt. He immediately knows what it is by the way your body jolts upwards a bit, and a small whine falls from your lips.
He reaches up, and he pulls a bit more down onto his tongue. He doesn’t like how you’re hovering — as if you’re scared to hurt him. He wants to feel you sit - not hover.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmur quietly to him, which only makes him more determined to make you sit.
“You’re not going to hurt me. Please, I want you to sit.” He pulls your hips again. “Use me.” He whines as he starts to gently suckle on your clit, making you jolt again.
His hands massage the flesh of your ass, and he starts to force your hips to rock back and forth while he flattens his tongue against your slippery folds.
You taste so fucking divine. Armin’s completely lost in your essence. His eyes are fluttered shut as he’s licking, kissing, suckling every thing you’ll allow him to.
Your hand is entangled in his pretty blonde hair as your hips are rolling back and forth. His nose bumps against your swollen clit, making you clench around nothing. You’ve never experienced head like this — not when most men make it sound like a chore. Armin sees it as a blessing.
The sounds in the room sound like they’re straight from a porno as your cunt sounds so sticky and drenched. Armin’s making soft hums and whines as he’s eating you like a starved man. Your moans fill the room — not caring if anyone could hear you next door.
“Just like that.. f-fuck.. gonna make me finish.” You pant, unable to even think straight while he’s plunging is tongue in and out of you.
Armin flutters his eyes open to look up at you. You’re so fucking pretty. How did he get so lucky? The way you’re completely coming undone on top of him has him literally trying to hump the air. His neglected cock sits flush against his tummy, leaking clear pre-cum all over himself and his clothes.
“Armin-!” You cry his name as you clench around air. More juices seep from your weeping hole, and he’s quick to clean you up with his tongue.
Your breath staggers as you come down from your orgasm. Of all people, Armin Arlert was the first to make you finish off head.
He’s not done though. Your thighs haven’t trembled yet. His hands grip around you, forcing you to keep gyrating on his tongue. He’s getting absolutely nasty with it, desperate to make you spent.
“O-oh god- wait, Armin— I f-finished.” You try to tell him, thinking he didn’t catch on, but he doesn’t relent.
His eyes almost have a smoldering gaze as he looks up at you with his mouth occupied with your cunt. His hands are kneading at the fat of your ass before he drags one finger towards your entrance.
“H-hold on. Wait- I-“ You’re nervously babbling, already feeling overstimulated. So when he slips his digit deep into your sopping wet cunt, and he curls it juuust right… you’re a shaking mess on top of him.
He smiles against your core, knowing now that he can stop. He slips his finger out, and he pressed a saccharine kiss to your pussy before tapping on your thigh.
Your body is trembling as you slowly lean up from his face, and you’re trying to stabilize your breath.
Armin just looks up at you, waiting for feedback on his little performance.
“You did such a good job. Good boy.” You praise before pressing light kisses along his cheeks. You can feel the way his face heats up when you praise him like that.
You finally press a kiss to his lips after a few moments, tasting yourself on his tongue. Armin lifts his hips up again, reminding you that he’s so painfully pent up. He’s aching for release.
Your hands find the waistband of his jeans, and you carefully unbutton them while continuing to intertwine your lips with his. He whines when you part from the kiss.
Once his jeans and boxers are off, you finally get to admire his pretty cock slapped against his tummy. His tip was coated in sweltering pre-cum. Just to tease him, you scoot down and give his tip a small kitten lick, tasting the sweet and salty taste of his arousal.
“Mmph- yn-“ Your name sounds like a plea when he whines it. His cock immediately flexes underneath your tongue. You giggle and give him another small kitten lick. “Ah~ please…”
“Please what?” You ask, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
“Need to b-be inside you.. please miss.” He whines so shamelessly, abandoning all his previous embarrassment. He can’t afford to be shy when he’s craving the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him.
“Since you asked so nicely.” You scoot your hips back up, and you grind against him a few times, getting his cock nice and coated in your slick.
Armin’s practically fisting at the bedsheets. Feeling your bare pussy rubbing against him was soooo much better than when you were still clothed.
“Miss..” He whimpers softly as his hips flutter upwards to rub against you in an act of desperation. “Miss, can you… take your shirt off please..?”
You gaze at him puzzled for a moment. It was an odd time to make that sort of request, but who were you to deny such a needy plea?
Your hands pull your shirt above your head, and you toss it off the side of your bed. Your hips go back to rocking against him as his tip is kissing strings of pre-cum to your clit.
He admires the way your black lacy bra sits flush against your skin. It only solidifies in his mind just how out of his league you are. He’ll never be able to comprehend just why you’re deciding to give him a chance.
“M-may I..?” He asks as his hands reach for the backside of your bra. As much as he loves the way the fabric cups your breasts so beautifully, he’s after something else.
“Go ahead, baby.” You answer him, and he’s quick to unhook your bra as if he had practiced before.
Eren definitely taught him how, but you don’t need to know that!
Armin watches with wide, excited eyes are your breasts bounce from the confines of your bra. His hand gently kneads on one, loving how your soft pillowy flesh filled his hand.
His eyes gaze upward at you as he leans in and captures your nipple into his mouth. His mouth feels attentive as he carefully swirls his tongue around the pebble, and he gently sucks on it while his eyes fall shut.
Maybe he’s died. This must be what heaven feels like. The only thing that’ll make this better is if..
One of your hands entangle in his hair, and the other hand reaches behind you. Your fingers wrap around his length before guiding him inside you.
Armin immediately moans pitifully around your mound. He has to detach from you to focus all his attention on not busting inside you immediately like the pathetic virgin he is.
“Are you alright, baby?” You ask him with a devious grin. If you weren’t focused on teasing him so much, you’d probably be as much of a mess as he is.
“S-so tight.. fuck yn- I can’t-!” He’s nearly crying as you sink yourself down on top of him, until he’s buried to the hilt.
You try to lift your hips up, but Armin’s hands wrap around your hips, and he forces you right back down onto his lap. “N-not yet. Please miss-“ You’re honestly taken aback by how strong he is. Even though he doesn’t look it, he could overpower you if he wanted. “D-don’t wanna come yet.”
“So sensitive.” You purr as you lean down towards him. Your hand cups his cheek, and you stroke his face with your thumb. “I thought you wanted to be used, baby.”
“I do.. I just… don’t want to leave you unsatisfied.”
“Oh, what a gentleman.” You laugh softly before pressing a kiss to his nose. “Well, if you finish and I’m not done yet, I’ll just keep going. I’ll use you again and again until I’m spent.”
His cock literally twitches inside of you from your words, and he looks up at you with wide eyes. He feels nervous yet so damn excited. His legs are literally flinching from his nerves.
His hand loosen up, and you get to work, riding him like you two wouldn’t see each other tomorrow.
You’re just so fucking wet and tight. Armin knows there’s no way he’s going to last long, not when you feel like paradise between your legs.
Within the minute, Armin is emptying himself deep inside you. “G-gods! Fuck, miss… ‘m sorry.” You give him an understanding smile, and you help ride out his orgasm. “‘m sorry.” He whimpers again before he takes your nipple back into his mouth, showing you just how sorry he is.
He’s a sorry man who can’t get enough of your delicious cunt milking him until you’re done for.
His cum seeps out and coats his cock as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. Armin’s a complete whiny mess as he’s trying to cope with how completely sensitive his cock is.
“Ah~ fuck miss… mmmph~ sooo good.” He’s completely babbling praises to your sopping wet cunt.
“You… ngh.. like being used like this?” You ask, and your hand lightly wraps around his neck, testing the waters. You don’t squeeze at all, just showing that you could if you wanted to.
“I love it.. wanna be yours, miss. Please, make me yours.” He pleas. You’re completely enamored with how much of a mess he is. He’s truly begging to be yours.
“Mine.” You mumble as you feel your stomach beginning to coil. With each rock of your hips, you’re growing closer and closer.
Unlatching your hand from his neck, you lean in and suck love bites into his neck, laying your claim on him.
Armin doesn’t ever cuss, but he has a complete sailor’s mouth when he’s balls deep inside you. “F-fuck.. miss-! cumming!” He warns before his cock is shooting into you once again.
His legs are shaking beneath you as his orgasm washes over him completely once again. His cock is weakly twitching inside you, so terribly sensitive that it almost hurts.
“Wan’ me to finish on you?” You whisper into his ear while your hips are desperately moving up and down. Your poor bed is creaking with each movement, and Armin’s just barely hanging onto his sanity by a thread.
“P-please… please cum on me.. wan’ to feel you.” His voice is a mere whimper, and he carefully reaches between your two. His thumb presses against your clit before he rubs in slow circles.
“Fuck— just like that.. goood boy..” You can’t even find your breath as you’re chasing after your high.
Your entire body gyrates on top of him once your orgasm finally crashes over you. Your vision is nearly doubled from how hard you finish on top of him.
A whiny groan leaves Armin’s lips as he feels you clenching around him. His body is so hyper sensitive. He feels like a million little lightning bolts are striking him all over. His skin feels like electricity against yours.
You take a moment to catch your breath finally as you stay on his lap. Both of you are completely disheveled together.
“Did I… do good?” He quietly asks you, hoping that it was as good for you as it was for him.
“Did soooo good.” You smile and press a kiss to his cheek.
He smiles softly, and he leans into your touch. “Can we get cleaned up now..? I had a thought provoking epiphany while I was coming inside you about how we could help the atmosphere.”
Oh, to be loved by a nerdy man.
#aot#attack on titan#aot armin#armin arlert#armin aot#armin x reader#sub armin#armin smut#aot smut#eremika#fanfic#drabble
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Hockey!Rhysand x Reader
Summary: Anon Req: I think we could really have fun with the different courts and Illyrian values on a thematic basis but ALSO if the reader is in something very artsy and hasn’t really been into sports and then she’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!! She decides to wear Cass’ jersey to make him mad and when he finally gets a hold of her after the game: *cue innocent shrug* he asked me to!
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3032
Notes: While I work on a plot for an azzy hockey x figure skater au, please enjoy a rhys hockey au 🤪
This was originally an Az idea but I thought it fit better for Rhys bby so here we are. I feel like I've forgotten how to write and this is shit (dont judge me im going thru smthin rn)
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A giant FU stares up at you.
Well, actually, it’s only an F, but it may as well be the former with the way it’s circled in thick, red ink.
Three. Fucking. Times.
Tears sting the back of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. It never feels good, failing, and even if you’d gotten a C+ like you hoped, you would’ve still beaten yourself up over the grade because plain and simple: that’s who you are.
Two months ago, at the beginning of the semester, psychology had seemed like a breeze. The lectures were easy to listen to and intriguing, and you had no trouble following along with the professors’ slideshows as you took detailed notes of everything on the screen. Your assigned readings were completed in a similar state, though they weren’t graded but included important information you’d find on the tests.
Somewhere along the line, your grade slipped, and you don’t remember if it had been between studying for Biology or reveling in your newfound freedom away from your parents, partying and enjoying a true college experience with your roommates.
Whatever happened, the repercussions are hitting you right in the face, the taunting letter you have never seen before on any of your assignments throughout all your years of learning.
If your parents saw this, they would bring the entire house down with their scolding.
It’s not like you didn’t try. You studied, even if the word is a loose term for what material you used. Things started piling up this month, with it being a new semester and all. You didn’t schedule out the time to focus on psychology when the classes you were really interested in—Introduction to Nutrition and Kinesiology—took first and second place for your attention. Plus, with the number of social events your best friends—who are also conveniently your roommates—invited you too, it was almost impossible to say no. Friends are a vital part of the college experience and you were in desperate need of some fun after having spent the summer lounging at home with your parents.
You found a psych support group that met at the library once a week to study together. It wasn’t anything like you thought it would be, a bunch of clueless students with grades similar to yours. All they seemed to want to do with your precious time was bitch and moan about the professor instead of actually trying to conquer the areas of study for the upcoming test.
And now the consequences of your actions have made themselves known.
Grumbling, you shove the test into your binder before shutting it with a snap that does nothing to ease your frustration. A few students still trail from the room, though most bolted right after being released. Some linger at the bottom of the lecture hall where the professor sits, answering their questions.
You have about a million-and-one of your own but you’re too worked up about your grade to go down there and hash it out with Mr. Hybern. His peppery colored hair is perfectly coiffed on this terrible day, his beard trimmed close to his jowls. His gleaming, golden skin makes you think that maybe he’d spent his weekend grading tests out in the sun, and you have half a mind to stomp your way down the stairs and demand a second review of your test.
It wouldn’t solve your irritation, and it would certainly be embarrassing if in fact your F is correct.
Placing your binder, notebook, and pens back into your bag, you zip it, sling it over your shoulder, and make your way to the exit, holding your chin high because if there’s one thing you’re not going to do, is cry over your terrible, awful grade in public.
The waterworks will just have to wait until you’re locked in your private bedroom in your shared dorm.
There is good news. It’s Friday, which means you can snag the pint of your favorite ice cream that your roommates won’t dare touch because ‘no ice cream that’s worth it should have fruit in it, that’s like asking for a steak on your spaghetti.’ You have no idea what Mor—one of your roommates—was on about when she brought up the awful comparison, and in reply all you’d done is scooped out a chunk of cherries embedded into the creamy, pink goodness and stuffed it into your mouth.
With it being the weekend, you can also wallow well into the night without having to worry about hiding your puffy eyes in the morning. You’ll have all day tomorrow to figure out a plan of action, once you allow yourself the time to properly grieve and process…and maybe have a drink or two.
You shoulder through the heavy lecture hall door with your head down, hiding the red stain to your cheeks. So, maybe you’re not going to hold you head high as you trail back to your dorm, but you will not cry.
The door swings open and you barely catch the noise of surprise before you’re barreling into something that’s akin to a brick wall. Your breath leaves your body in a whoosh and your balance slips out from under you, arms flailing as you fall.
You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it never comes.
Slowly, mortified because you know exactly what’s cushioned your fall, you peek your eyes open, carefully meeting a sapphire gaze that surely would take your breath away should you have any left.
This close, you can see the perfection of his angular features: a long, straight nose, high cheekbones under the dusting of pink that caresses his own face. His lashes are dark as charcoal, the same color of his hair that looks as soft as silk.
Whatever it is that has you entranced by his beauty, the sentiment seems to be mutual. Those bright eyes trace across your features, carefully drinking you in. You don’t know if you’re thankful that your face is already as red as the marker on your test or if you want him to see the way your cheeks go molten.
There’s a warmth against your hips that you don’t notice until he speaks, his hands that have a solid grip around you, keeping you steady to his chest. His whispered breath brushes across your lips. “By all means,” he teases softly, “Take your time.”
“Oh, my Gods, I am so sorry,” you squeak, rolling off his chest. You can hear his chuckling as you scramble to climb to your feet, but your knees are so weak at the sight—and touch—of the most handsome man you’ve ever seen lifting gracefully to his feet, holding a hand down to help you up.
You try not to notice just how big his hand is in yours, and for the second time today, you fail.
“Don’t worry about it, darling,” he says, displaying an easy grin that makes your heart stutter in your chest. The door opens with a loud click and the both of you startle. His hand comes down warmly on your spine, ushering you out of the way of the student that’s beaming grin falters into apology at the idea of almost running you down, already on the phone with someone and gushing over their test result.
It’s hard to reign in your glare.
The student’s conversation seems to jolt the man out of his stupor. He blinks, shaking his head as if to rid him of a spell you might have cast on him, or maybe he’s testing to see if he has a concussion from the fall.
When he returns his attention to you, it takes everything in your power not to melt into a puddle beneath that gaze.
“Is Mr. H still passing out tests?” he asks, and you swallow the sourness that accompanies the name of your professor. You and he are not on good terms right now, not that this boy knows that.
“Yeah,” you answer, remembering you saw him sitting on his throne (desk chair) with his loyal citizens (students) kissing his feet (talking through their tests). “I think so.” Then, because you’re pretty sure you would remember a face like his if he were in your lecture, you ask, “Are you in this class?”
“No,” he answers with a scoff that tells you he breezed by this class. “I took Psych 101 freshman year, but I have Professor Hybern again for Cognitive Psychology and I need to turn in my paper early.”
Turning in a paper early? What is he, some kind of genius?
“Oh,” you answer lamely, “Cool.”
His answering grin cracks open the casing of the butterflies you didn’t know were living in your stomach, taking off in a flurry of emotion.
He shrugs like he couldn’t really care less about any of it, but to you, the fact that he’s managed to pass Psych 101 at all is an impressive feat, though you don’t know why he’d sign up for even more torture. “Sure. Look, I’ve got to run, but are you sure you’re okay?”
It’s nice of him to ask if you’re okay when he’s the one who had his back painted to the floor only moments ago. “Yeah, I’m fine, but I should be the one asking you that. Are you okay?”
His laughter is rich and warm, and you want to melt into it. Before you have the chance to make even more a fool of yourself in front of this handsome stranger, he answers. “I’ve been checked harder, darling. You have a nice day now.”
“Thanks, you too,” your words trail off as he catches the door on its next outswing, ducking inside without waiting for your response.
Jeeze, he must really be in a rush, then.
It’s when you exit the doors to the psychology building that you curse yourself. You should’ve gotten his number, his name at least. You could’ve invited him over for something more distracting and yummier than the ice cream you’d planned on demolishing.
At least you have something better to think about tonight than your test.
With a heavy sigh, you allow your backpack to fall off your shoulder. Now that you’ve arrived back to your dorm, you’re suddenly feeling more exhausted than ever.
The walk home from class had been nice, your time spent thinking about the boy you’d run into. The broadness of his shoulders you didn’t seem to notice until he turned away, stretching wide beneath his tight t-shirt. The bulge of his biceps beneath said t-shirt, flexing as he pulled the door open for himself. The shape of his ass in those snug jeans.
The sight of that is what had your eyes nearly popping from your head. What’s he doing that gives him such a bubblicious ass? Squats? Lunges? You can do those. You choose not to, but if there’s a guarantee that you’d have an ass like that, you’d start right this second.
Tucking your lip into your mouth in concentration, you plant your hands on your hips, making your way to the refrigerator that your ice cream is housed in, lunging your way there.
It’s not that far, the communal space in your shared dorm is small, but your heartrate is elevated by the time you’re two lunges away from your prize: your ice cream.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Mother!” You shout as the voice of your roommate breaks your concentration. Your knees wobble and your thighs shake, unable to hold you up from the burst of exertion you used. You clearly need to get into the gym more, another thing to add to your already busy schedule. “You scared me!”
Mor rolls her chocolate-brown eyes, sliding into one of the stools at your counter. It’s not built for it, the laminate countertop doesn’t hang over the island far enough for your legs to fit, but you and your roommates thought they were cute, nonetheless. You can suffer having to hunch over your knees to reach your cereal bowls in the mornings in favor of having more space for company to sit.
When you haul yourself off the ground, you take in your roommate. She’s wearing some kind of jersey, one you’ve never even seen in her wardrobe before, and you probably spend more time in there than her because she has every item of clothing you could ever imagine. The top she’s wearing now totally clashes with everything that screams Mor: silk scarves, tight bodice tops, leather pants, and what she has on now isn’t even red, a color that’s a staple in her closet.
“Well, if you were paying attention,” she scolds playfully, flipping open the compact in her hand, checking her makeup in the tiny mirror. She makes a few faces that would make you chuckle if you didn’t notice how she looks like she’s ready to go out, and that means she’s going to try to drag you with. “You would’ve heard me walk into the room. I am wearing heels, you know.”
Of course you know. Mor doesn’t do sneakers, only when it’s five in the morning and the sun is still sleeping, the perfect time for working out where nobody will catch her. Maybe I should join her, you think, mind wandering back to that boy’s butt.
“Why are your cheeks all red?” She asks, planting her palms on the counter and leaning towards you, eyes narrowed in inquisition.
“Nothing,” you wave her off, reaching for the door to the freezer. It’s the last thing between you and the cherry chunk ice cream calling your name.
Before you can open it more than an inch, it slams closed, Mor’s sharp, bright red fingernails splayed out to stop you.
Damnit, how does she move so silently?
“What do you think you’re doing?” You question each other at the same time, biting back your smiles at the mistake.
She answers first. “Why do you look like you’re about to get the ice cream, put your pajamas on, and wallow in bed all night?”
“Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” you cross your arms over your chest defiantly. “So, if you’ll excuse me…” You trail off, hoping she’ll step away and leave you to your peace.
She doesn’t. That’s not Mor.
“I had a rough day!”
“You say that every day,” she whines, stomping her heel-clad foot. “Don’t you even want to know what I’m inviting you to tonight?”
“From the look of your clothes, no, I don’t want to know what you’re doing tonight, Mor, and no, I don’t want to join you, either.”
Your roommate scrunches her nose, tipping it towards the ceiling. “I’ll have you know that this outfit is cute.”
“Yeah, if the definition of cute changed to ‘not pleasing or appealing to look at.’”
“You take that back,” Mor shouts, full naming you.
As your lips part in apology, because that was rude of you, your other roommate pads out of her room. Her reading glasses are perched up on her nose, blue eyes round and wide, and it always looks like she’s looking around the room in wonder. She has a blanket thrown over her shoulders and looks every bit of cozy you wish you were.
“Gwyn,” you sigh in relief at the sight of her. “Please, help.”
“I already said no,” she offers you a sympathetic wince. “I don’t think there’s any getting you out of the hockey game, sorry babe.”
Now it’s your jaw that falls to the floor. No, it falls through the floor and about five more floors down, hitting the lobby with a crack that echoes through the building.
You whirl on Mor. “Hockey game? Since when have you been interested in hockey?”
“Since my cousin got named team captain this year,” she says smugly, and you don’t know why she’s acting vain, it just means that he’s captain of the douchebags now, even you know that. Mor turns, showing off the back of her jersey. The number one stands out like a beacon, and you brush her blonde hair over her shoulder to read the smaller patches spelling out what is in fact, her family name.
Cunningham.
“Think of all the parties we’ll get into,” she says over her shoulder, and she does have a point there. The athletes at your college are a group of students that you don’t ever interact with, nor do you care. Mor is all about connections though, and if she wants to go to the hockey game, then it looks like you’re going with her.
You wonder what excuse Gwyn used to get out of it. She looks mighty comfy right now, slinking over the plop down on the couch and turn on a movie.
“Why do we have to go to the game? Can’t we just go to the parties?” You ask, grasping for anything to get out of this. You don’t want to go sit in the cold arena and watch a bunch of guys wearing full-body padding slide up and down the ice. Why couldn’t her cousin have been on the baseball team? They have nice, tight uniforms.
“Because,” Mor emphasizes with a glare, spinning to face you once more to give you the full effect of her irritation. “I’m a good cousin, and if we don’t attend the games, we’re going to be blacklisted from the parties,” she grumbles, the fight leaving her a little bit. “I’ve already argued about it with Rhys, I don’t want to have to argue with you too.”
It’s with your sigh that Mor brightens. “Fine. I’ll come with you, but I’m not going to be happy about it. And don’t expect me to cheer.”
Her squeal pierces the sound barrier. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
Mor grabs your hand, dragging you towards the empty single room that’s left in your dorm. She uses it as an extension of her closet until someone else gets placed with you. So far, you’ve been lucky, living here since freshman year, just the three of you. “Great! I got you a shirt!”
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Summary: Rhysand thinks Azriel has become oldand deserves rest. And while Azriel loves his friend a lot, who the hell does he think he is telling Azriel what to do? The apprentice Rhysand has ordered Azriel to train isn't lessening his frustration either.
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Word count: 1697
Warnings: azzie being a thirsty teenager, reader being sassy, azzie deciding he wants to be a flirty lil hoe lol
A/n: JDVNJDMSNCSDMCN OMGGG I LOVE YALL SOO MUCH I CANT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM RN 😭😭😭 as a thank you gift for you all being so nice and supportive of me for over a year now, i present to youuuu my first fir for the celebration week hehe hope you all enjoyyy 🤭
p.s: I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THIS HERE AS WELL EVEN THO I THINK IVE SAID THIS BEFORE IN PRIVATE TO MY WIFEY POO. @berryzxx THANK YOU MY LOVE MY LIFE FOR LISTENING TO ME RANT ABOUT ALL THE FICS I EVER WRITE BUT ALSO ESPECIALLY THE CELEBRATION FICS AND HELPING ME COME UP WITH IDEAS🥹
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"Any questions?"
Y/n shook her head, eyes fixed on the neat scribbles on the pristine white paper in her hands, going through the schedule handed to her for the tenth time.
"Perfect then," the high lord muttered, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the mahogany wood of the table in his office. "Be on time for your training, starting tomorrow. You know, my spymaster is a rule follower and hates tardiness."
Y/n dipped her head, finally meeting the glittering violet of her new employer, essentially.
She stood, knowing she was dismissed, and fell into a deep bow. "Thank you for this opportunity again, my lord. I might not be a shadowsinger, but I will prove to be an amazing spy."
"Looking forward to working with you, Y/n. Hope you will live up to your reputation."
As Y/n now stood in the training ring, sweat rolling down her body in rivulets, she wished she had asked Rhysand more questions about his spymaster. For starters, she should have asked if the male was a grown adult or a terrifying toddler.
Because by the way the high lord had sung praises in the illyrian’s name, talking about how patient, composed and kind he was, Y/n would have assumed he would be a pleasure to work with.
The overgrown manchild she had been training with was anything but.
As she stared into his hazel eyes, trying not to snap his pretty neck, Y/n wondered if he had serious personality disorder or he was going through some sort of mood swing. Because the male glaring down at her panting form was not the sweet, caring and soft spoken male Y/n had envisioned.
"You still have three laps left, and then hand to hand combat. Or are you as forgetful as you are untrained?"
Y/n straightened her back, her mouth shut tight as she released a frustrated breath through her nose. "I know how many laps are left, thank you very much. I am not old enough to forget things, especially not old enough to be replaced by someone better and younger."
His eyes flashed, his shadows thickening. The side of Y/n’s lips kicked up in satisfaction. Her remarks had found their mark. Without waiting for whatever words he was going to throw at her next, Y/n turned away, sprinting her way through the barely visible dirt path around the training ring.
He looked murderous the next time her eyes met his, but at least he wasn't yelling at her to speed up or your posture is shit.
Even though he put her through hell for the rest of the afternoon, it all passed in a blur, because the moment he turned away from her, his hands flicking in a dismissive gesture, she stalked over to the water station and gulped down two glasses of water.
In that moment, only she existed, the glass attached to her mouth and her parched throat weeping with joy.
Mother, thank you for giving us mere peasants water.
When she was done, she moved to retrieve her jacket discarded near the exit, only to find Azriel still present, now conversing in furious whispers with the Warlord.
Y/n had no interest in engaging with them, and by the way the general glanced at her, worry written all over his face, she knew he would try to corner her.
Swiftly, she picked up her jacket, slung it over her shoulders and began retreating towards where the two illyrians stood, hoping to sneak out of the space they weren’t blocking off when she heard their low voices.
"Still, you’re being too harsh Azriel-"
"If she wanted to be a spy for Rhys, she has to go through this training-"
"She’s already trained to be a spy, Az. quit being an asshole."
"If this is too hard for her and if she is going to go cry about it, then she doesn’t deserve this position."
Y/n stopped and turned to look at the bastard, who had the audacity to stare back with his eyebrows raised.
"Yes?" He grumbled, impatience rolling off him in waves, as if he couldn’t wait to be out of her presence.
She let her eyes wander as she studied the illyrian with the red siphons, then back to Azriel. "Same time tomorrow?"
"Rhys has already discussed the time with you, has he not?"
"Aww, no need to get snappy, princess. I’m just making sure you are not backing out." she pouted, fluttering her lashes before turning away, grinning in triumph at the way his face turned red in anger.
Oh, was she going to have pleasant dreams tonight.
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Azriel’s pov.
It had been a week since the fae female started training under Az, and he was beginning to lose hope.
He had put her through as much turmoil as he could, both mentally and physically. Still, she seemed determined to work for Rhys.
Maybe she only cared to prove Az wrong and stay, maybe she just wanted to annoy the fuck out of him.
Whatever the reason, she was resilient.
He put her through hours upon hours of gruelling work in the afternoon heat, yelled at her every chance he got, tried to get under her skin when he knew she would be most tired and likely to snap, put her through every torturous and unnecessary task under the sun. But still, she did not snap once.
Not once did Azriel think she was going to leave, not once did she threaten to leave, not once did she go to Rhys to ask him whether her training was supposed to be this gruelling when she was already trained from Prythian’s best spy training institution.
He was not going to pretend it did not make him respect her. Day by day, his curiosity increased, he wanted to know why she was still training under him, even though he did everything he could to bully her away.
And he was not going to pretend like it did not make him want to get to know her, maybe get closer, because he could not remember the last time a female had piqued his interest to this level.
He could feel it.
Feel himself falling, but of course, like the thick skulled bastard he was, he refused to accept the fact that his respect for her resilience was more than just that.
Sure, she made him wish for a taste, but he was not going to admit that.
He could already hear her soft pants as he got closer to the training area, his lips lifting on the corners unconsciously.
She was standing opposite one of the training dummies, honed in on the battered thing. It seemed like everything else had ceased to exist, like she couldn’t care less about anything going around her as she swung her sword at the dummy, again and again.
Her focus, the determination with which she trained even though her trainer wasn’t present…
It was hot.
She was hot.
She would probably have a sassy remark on her tongue if she knew the thoughts in his head, but she looked like she did not even realise he had arrived-
"Stop looking at my ass. And You’re late."
He glanced up, his eyes travelling slowly over her form as she turned to face him, her hands wrapped around the sword he had made her practice with yesterday. Her chest heaved, her shoulders moving along, the few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail, that smug smile on her lips…
And her eyes. They shone with delight at having caught him being tardy.
Deep down, it warmed him, but on the surface, his lips shifted into a sneer.
"I think this is enough training-"
She let out a laugh. "What?"
He stared at her, unamused.
"Sorry, it’s just… Do you have a fever?"
He sighed as she stepped forward, slapping away the hand she reached out to touch his forehead.
"If you want to continue, I have no problems. Get started, twenty laps."
She smirked. "That’s more like it."
He stared at her, bewildered as she cackled, then stepped closer.
"I think it’s slipping, spymaster."
He blinked. "What’s slipping?"
She rolled to her tiptoes, her mouth dangerously close to his ear. It made shivers run down his spine as his eyes focused on the training dummy on the far end of the ring covered in long slashes, the filling spilling out in a few spaces.
"Your facade." She whispered, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck.
He stiffened. "I don’t know what you mean-"
"Oh cut the crap spymaster, I see right through you."
Az turned his head to meet her gaze. "And what do you see?"
"I can see you, starting to like what you see."
It was like a cold breeze passed through the room, turning his body cold before his heat regulating system turned on again, making him feel hot all over.
"And what do I see?"
Azriel knew his game was over, knowing she knew he was beginning to like her, but he was not going to give in to her easily.
"Me. You see me, Azriel, and you like it." She stepped back, letting her hair loose as she manoeuvred around him. "Pity, you are not getting any of this. Not now, not anytime soon."
He turned on his spot, watching as she stalked away, and he knew damn well she was swaying her hips more than she usually does just to add salt to the wound.
Being a spymaster, he took note of the minute details, of course.
Before she vanished down the stairs, though, she turned to look at him. Her eyes roved leisurely over his figure, and when her eyes met his, she smirked, puckered her lips, blew him a kiss, and then sauntered off.
A challenge.
Azriel wasn’t known to be the most competitive person in the inner circle for no reason.
She had just challenged him, and Azriel would be damned if he lost.
He was going to win this one, and oh was he going to win spectacularly.
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BLLK BOYS WHEN THEY FIND READER CRYING HC
notes: 101% self insert lmao 😭 I wrote this a few months ago I’m fine now
characters: Shidou, Sendou, Ness
warnings: mental breakdowns, sobbing ig, ness’s part
not proofread I’ll do it laterrrrrrr bllk mlist
SHIDOU RYUSEI
Shidou does a double take when he sees you crying alone. Immediately crouches down and takes your face in his hands.
First instinct when he sees you is to go find the person who made you cry and beat the shit out of them.
“Who the hell do I need to beat up ?!” and hastily wipes your tears when you just sob harder “Oh baby why ya cryin’?”
When you don’t reply and just pull him closer he shuts up and holds you tightly.
Shidou puts you in his lap and rests his head against yours
shushes you while you soak his shirt, he doesn’t mind.
Its stresses him out that he doesn’t know the cause of your breakdown
When you calm down a bit, he’ll try to get some answers from you, but he’ll stop when you say you can’t talk about it right now.
In hopes of cheering you up he whips out some ice cream/comfort food
He’ll talk to you about anything and everything to take your mind off it— probably say some awful jokes while he’s at it
When you feel better and start talking/venting he just sits and listens
It breaks his heart to see you so distraught, Shidou would go to the ends of the earth and beyond for you happiness.
He will try to help you anyway he can (it’ll be a bit rough around the edges but he cares)
“You are alright sweets, this is nothin’ you can’t handle.”
“..Now if anyone makes you cry like this— I’ll go fuck em up”
SENDOU SHUTO
literally freaks out when he finds you on the floor crying.
He immediately goes to you and holds your arms and panically asks what happened.
He’ll just pull you into him and hold you rubbing your back up and down while you cry.
He’ll repeat over and over again “It’s okay, you’re okay”
He will hold you for as long as you need.
Sendou is an emotional person, and he feels for you so so very much. It breaks his heart seeing you so distraught and tired.
He knows the feelings— being overwhelmed, stressed, and afraid.
And he will help you any possible way he can
Is panicking sm
runs a bath for you and puts some calming salts in
will wash your hair (if you’re comfortable— otherwise he’d order/make your fav food)
He puts your fresh clothes in dryer so they are nice and warm for you
Sendou brushes/dries your hair for you while you watch your fav movie/show
If you wanna talk about he will listen, if you don’t that’s fine too, and if you want comfort— well then he’s just the best for that
“You are doing so, so great, and I’m so proud of you. It’s okay to feel this way—this is only temporary, and you can and will get through this.”
ALEXIS NESS
eh possible tw ?? it’s just ness being crazy but yk // more about ness having a breakdown than reader 😭 yandere?? help i dunno
⚠️Also wrote his part when I wasn’t having a breakdown so it doesn’t have the same energy iykwm?? 🤷♂️😭
okay
So like when ness sees you cry about something mundane, he simple wants to die
So when he sees you sobbing absolutely hysterically, clutched onto the floor. He’s completely and utterly shattered inside and out and suddenly oxygen does not exist
He falls to his knees desperately asking you what’s wrong
Though even though Ness is losing it rn, he still is very gentle with you
Trying not to be to loud— and always gentle with his touch
— His response isn’t exactly what you needed (at all) but when life give ya lemons .. 🫠
he isn’t even touching you right now, he wants to though, REALLY wants to
he is so ready to commit 1st-degree murder
When you grab his shirt he snaps out of his head and pulls you into him, petting your hair and soothing you
He is crying at this point btw
He’s like rocking you both back and forth softly
When you (both) have calmed down he’d start interrogating you, which was not helpful
You’d tell him you don’t want to talk about it— which he’d understand but still desperately want answers
He’d take you to your bed and get you all comfortable
He’d light some candles and give you a massage
If you end up telling him what’s the problem his heart breaks all over again
You shouldn’t ever have to feel this tired and distraught
He’d do anything he could to help the situation/you
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but just saying if it’s cause of a person …. Lmao they ARE not seeing the light of day 😭 (if your upset bc of someone, don’t ever tell him)
“My dearest are you alright now? If you ever feel like this again tell me. You should never have to suffer alone, lay your troubles on me my love”
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help I added ness bc it felt to short to post with out another but Ness’s sucks ass 😭😭 sorry dawgs….
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₊˚﹒✶﹒trolls headcanons .ᐟ
brozone, creek & king trollex with a reader going through a breakdown, overthinking and panicking and how they deal with them.
note ; I somehow(?) accidentally deleted the person's ask for this. I don't remember exactly what they asked word for word. (I'm down on my knees apologizing to you rn, I'm so sorry anon 🙏) so hopefully based on my memory this is at least close to what you asked for. I also hope this headcanon is to your liking.
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John Dory
erm. well. let's just say when it comes to dealing with other people's emotions, he's not really the best guy to depend on...
BUT considering he spent years by himself (and rhonda) with no other socialization, plus leaving his brothers behind and coming back to them after awhile out of conscious but seeing them nowhere to be found, he definitely felt lonely and HAD his own breakdowns before.
so he'd understand how you're feeling, or at least try to understand.
when he first saw you breaking down, his first instinct was to ask you questions "why are you breaking down?" "did something happen?"
if he doesn't get a reply from you, he'll respect your boundaries and not ask any further questions. he'll just focus on comforting you in the present, awkwardly patting your back and giving you words of affirmation that he thinks would work. like those motivational phrases or quotes online, maybe even those ones that facebook moms use.
if you do give a reply, he'll sit down next to you and hear you out. sipping a drink and lending his ears for you to vent. he'll keep quiet (internally, he's restraining himself from outing his own opinions on whatever you vented to him about).
In summary, he's a listener. If you let him voice his own opinions, he'll tell you his thoughts and views. more often than not, if he does give advice, it's probably best you don't actually follow them. I feel like he's bad at giving advice...
at least, he's got the spirit!
Spruce/Bruce
this troll has a wife and kids. I'm sure he's knowledgeable in comforting someone when they are breaking down or overthinks a lot.
if you're overthinking, he'll support you and keep you company but he's also honest that helps you actually evaluate your overthinking thoughts and not stress too much about them.
once you come to him looking vulnerable, he'll immediately try to soothe you by rubbing your back gently. yk like those back rubs that puts babies to sleep? yeah, he'll do that.
while he rubs your back, he urges you to take a deep breath and let it all out. so you do. unknowingly you ranted and ranted, every little detail spoken word to word. he just has that affect on people.
lets you know that what you're going through is valid.
once you're all done, he'll give you advice to ease you or if you're not looking for advice, he'll just comfort you until you feel better.
Clay
he literally is in a sad book club, he'll have the knowledge about it and how to deal with it. except...he's slightly bad at executing it.
he'll snap you out of overthinking by yelling positive stuff to you, that are actually...effective???
if you rant to him, he'll listen to you attentively and pat your head afterwards. it's just something natural that he does, honestly head pats are soothing ok.
if you're okay with physical touch, he'll caress your face while giving you actually reassuring words. (LIKE. have you SEEN him literally pinching and squishing branch's face when he first met him after 20 years?!) of course, it's effective, combined with his already nice vibe (I feel like he naturally has a healing presence, he's just a sweet little boring cutie)
his method of comforting you naturally makes you feel better. he doesn't have to try hard because just watching his body language and mannerisms are dorky enough that it'll make you smile. he's unknowingly comforting in a silly dorky way. even with how badly he persists to be a very "serious" guy.
he'll definitely give you a big warm hug after everything.
Floyd
he's literally called the sensitive one. out of the brothers, he's definitely the one who understands you the most.
I don't think I even need to explain, you already know how perfect he is with dealing with stuff like that. like the time he talked to veneer about how his sister treats him and how he shouldn't let her be like that to him.
his face is full of worry if he sees you in a vulnerable state.
he literally gives the best hugs, it's canon, I know it's canon.
this emo mf knows exactly the right words to get you out of your vulnerable state for a while (bc the phrases he gives to others are probably what he wants to hear given to him).
he'll be really patient with you and help you with every step along the way even if you're having a hard time changing your bad traits.
he's also attentive at listening, he'll caress your hands with his thumb with a reassuring smile.
he'll be really sweet at tackling your situation and never makes you feel overwhelmed.
will cry with you tbh.
he's kind of helping himself when he helps you, because he's similar in a way.
Branch
branch was quite the panicker himself during the times when bergens ate trolls.
so he'd also know how to help you deal with it because he understands you.
he had to figure it out himself and was mostly alone to deal with his own vulnerability so he's happy to help you.
he'll look calm, composed and collected externally but even he, himself is slightly panicking on the inside. afraid that he'll let you down or he won't be of much help. don't worry though, he has it all put together after a bit.
If you're panicking, he'll help you focus, calm down and ease your hyperventilation.
"concentrate on your breathing, okay?"
once you've calmed down, he'll provide you with reassuring words.
he'll keep you company and stay with you until you feel composed enough to talk about it with him. he'll lend you an ear.
afterwards, he pats you on the shoulder and gives you advice that worked on him before.
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Creek
as bad as he is, he's literally the best when it comes to relaxation. he has that zen-like wisdom, so he'll calm you down and help you relax if you're panicking or overthinking too much.
just like floyd, he also knows exactly what to say to reassure or cheer someone up.
he'll give you a more positive outlook on whatever happened to you so that you don't overthink it.
tbh his voice itself is enough to calm you down.
he encourages different methods and ways(that he knows of) to you that could help.
King Trollex
this sweet goober offers you all his emotional support.
he feels upset, if you're upset. he's all frowny when he sees you vulnerable.
"can I give you a hug?" ofc he asks for consent.
will hug you tightly (he thinks hugs are a remedy for everything, besides music), quiet sobs are heard as his face is smooshed against your chest. just like bruce, he'll also rub your back soothingly while hugging you.
Intertwines both of your hands and encourages you to put your thoughts into words so that he knows what's going on that head of yours that's overthinking a lot of stuff.
keeps eye contact with you as you rant to him.
"you can get through this." he'll say with his cute smile.
the most he can provide is listening and comfort. he wishes he could help you more.
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There's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)
hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here
pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic dick grayson x reader
length: 1.9k
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending
warnings: reader and dick get into a fight and dick is so mean. reader definitely has trauma and issues but Good Dad Bruce Wayne is here so it's fine and also Big Brother Dick in the end
a/n: I'm not a dick grayson hater but I do think he'd be the biggest bitch and say the meanest shit in a fight. anyway life is kicking my ass so bad rn so idk if this is even any GOOD but you can have it <3
Alfred sighs to himself, a disapproving sort of frown finding its way onto his face as he listens to your raised voice, you and Dick butting heads again. It's not uncommon for you to find reason to argue with the others, but it is tiresome - frustrating to him that you can't seem to lay down this constant fight of yours that you live with.
And Dick? Well, as he spits an insult back and you and you shove at his chest, Alfred idly thinks that maybe he's your worst target so far. Dick Grayson may be kind under typical circumstances, but anger like this brings out the worst in him.
"At least Bruce wanted me," he snaps at you. "You just shoved your way in."
That doesn't just stop you, it stops everyone in their tracks. It especially stops Bruce, who had come into the Cave when he'd gotten word from Alfred about another fight. And there's just… silence at first. You, staring up at Dick with wide, hurt eyes while his anger slowly melts, regret replacing it.
"Hey, I didn't mean -" but you don't stay to listen, fleeing past Bruce and out of the Cave, despite his calls of your name. You don't stick around to hear the way Bruce rips into Dick about it, berating him for even suggesting such a thing, before he follows you up to the Manor.
Alone in your room, with the walls closing in on you and your lungs squeezing painfully, your breath catches as you hear footsteps approaching. Bruce's knocks on your door are as gentle as the way he calls your name, asking you to please open the door.
You don't.
How can you? He's right, he's right, he's right - Bruce didn't want you. How much trouble have you caused since you got here? - too much, your brain supplies. And Dick is right, Bruce didn't want you… he couldn't have. You, with your headstrong determination, pushing your way into anything and everything that you'd ever wanted. You, with your heels always dug in and your arms always crossed and your shoulders always squared. How could he possibly want that?
You pace behind your locked door, pulling on your hair as your breath quickens, words you've heard a million times running through your head.
Spoiled, selfish, stubborn -
Bruce's voice on the other side of the door isn't enough to drown it out, his promises of, "I love you, we all love you. Dick didn't mean that, and he'll apologize to you when you're ready. Please come out, sweetheart… I love you, and you have always been wanted by me. You've always been wanted by this family."
You stare at the door as if glaring hard enough would make it soundproof, your breath still coming out in short little gasps as you clench your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You watch through blurred vision as Bruce's shadow shifts and darkens under the door - you watch as he settles on the other side of the wood, determined not to leave you to do this alone.
"You come out whenever you're ready, sweetheart," he says gently. "I'll be here."
You scoff, turning abruptly away from the door - away from him. He won't stay - he won't, he won't, he won't -
"I won't leave you." Bruce's voice is heard again and you squeeze your eyes shut. It's like he knows, and you can't figure out how, can't fathom the idea that he really has been paying attention all this time, that he knows you and your ticks and your traumas. You curl up on top of your bed, determined to just shut down until it's all over - until he gives up and leaves you be. Maybe then you can leave, too - leave for real. Maybe it would all be better if you slipped out quietly, off into the city, into someone else life and away from this one. Maybe there really wasn't room for you in this family.
When you wake later, the first thing you're forced to notice is the throbbing behind your eyes and the light that streams in through the window, the sun beginning to set and bathing you in a halo-like glow. Sitting up, you notice a shadow still stationed on the other side of your door, having stayed, unmoving, for as long as you'd been hiding.
Getting up slowly, you make your way to it, sitting down with your back against the door and letting your head thump rather loudly against the wood of it. It's only then that Bruce moves, shifting on the other side. You clench your fists on your lap as words get caught on their way out. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for staying.
"Why are you still there?" Is all that ends up coming out, the words harsh as they cut through the air. You flinch at hearing them, your own voice hatefully foreign to you.
"Because I love you," Bruce says simply, like it's such an easy thing. "And I promised I wouldn't leave you." You sit still after that, turning what he's said over in your mind again and again and again before standing abruptly and wrenching your door open, relying on Bruce's reflexes to get himself up and standing by the time you do.
Fortunately, he's always been a little faster than you, always a little better. By the time you're looking at him, he's standing in your doorway, his shoulders slumped as he slouches down to look you in the eye. He's making himself smaller, you realize, something that feels like regret eating away at you. He's making himself small and it's your fault.
But Bruce isn't looking at you like he blames you, and the way he ever so gently puts his hands on your shoulders and presses a kiss to the crown of your head speaks only of love. Only of forgiveness. You stand straighter when he does, a silent urge for him to do this same - for him to be tall for you. Maybe then, you wouldn't have to be.
"It's true, though, isn't it? You ask, something pained in your voice that you can't quite hide.
"It's not." There's a way he says it, like it's written in some holy text somewhere and he's promising it now because faith demands it. "You are always wanted here. And you always will be."
"What if I never believe that?"
"Then we'll keep telling you." You shoot Bruce a look at his assuredness, one that just makes him smile down at you.
"Even Dick?" You ask, uneasiness finding its home in you despite your clenched fists and set jaw.
"Especially Dick, he answers easily. "I'm sure he'll spend a very long time trying to make up for this. He never means it, you know - there's this anger in him that he can't quite shake sometimes." Your shoulders slump at his words and you drop your chin, eyes trained on the floor.
"Yea," your voice is bitter. "That, I understand."
You find, later that night, that you wish Dick didn't care quite so much. Your mask covers your face, the hard set of your jaw and the annoyance that pulls down your brows, but in the faint moonlight of the docks, you're sure Dick can see the taught pull of your shoulders.
Thank god it's a slow night, you find yourself thinking as you perch on the edge of a rooftop, kicking your legs over the edge. You know he's around, watching and waiting and trying to find a moment to approach you. You think you'll have to find the moment for him when Nightwing finally sits next to you, his movements silent and slow. He looks at you long and hard, his own eyes hidden behind his mask as you stare out at the water, waiting for him to decide how this will all go.
"I don't always say the right thing," is what he ends up confessing. "And it wasn't fair for you to be on the receiving end of that. I'm… sorry."
"I started it," you say simply. "You shouldn't apologize for biting back."
"No," Dick says carefully, tapping his finger on his thigh. "But I should apologize for how I did it." You look at him, then, eyes searching his face and cursing the masks you both wear, layers of protection against anyone who would try to know you.
"Did you mean it?" You finally ask. "Is it true? Because if it is… if it is, then you should only apologize for lying to me up till now."
"It's not," Dick answers, and there's something in the clear ring of his voice that reminds you of Bruce. Your lips twitch into a smile as you think of how unhappy he'd be to find that out. "Things with Bruce and I… well, I'm sure you know they weren't always good."
"I don't actually know everything," you huff back. "Even my eavesdropping has limitations - especially with all of you. You're a lot harder to hide from than everyone else." Dick grins at that, a self-satisfied sort of thing that makes you regret speaking.
"Well, it's lucky, I guess," he goes on. "The Bruce you know now - he's a lot better than he was in the beginning."
"Don't you think we all are?" You ask before you can stop yourself, eyes snapping back out to the water as you desperately try to close yourself off from him, heart hammering at the response you're sure to get. There is no part of you that's getting better. There is no part of you that can be good. But Dick just readjusts how he's sitting, sliding closer so that your shoulders bump and he can tap your hands with his own, a silent chide for the way you twist your fingers nervously.
"You're right," he says plainly, and suddenly you're glad for the masks. You're not sure what would happen if you looked over and saw that big brother, sick-with-pride look he's so fond of. "When Jason came along, it felt a bit too much like being replaced. I know it was a long time ago, but… maybe I still feel it a bit more than I should - whenever anyone new comes along. It's not your fault… it's not your fault and I'm glad you're here."
You sigh at his words, tipping back until you're laying on the rooftop, your legs still kicking over the edge as you pretend to look up at the stars, blinking tears away rapidly behind your mask. You're sure he knows, but you're also sure he's too kind to say anything, laying back with you and interlocking his hands behind his head to lean on.
There's a lot you think you should say right now. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for coming back for me. Thank you for not leaving me behind. Thank you for not giving up on me.
"What are you hanging around here tonight for, anyway?" Is what comes out instead, but you find you aren't so bothered by it this time.
"Want me to stick around? Finish your patrol with you?" Is his only answer. You huff.
"I don't need help taking care of the docks. I've been doing that longer than I've been involved with you idiots." Dick laughs, loud enough that you groan and roll away from him, standing up and crossing your arms.
"Well, you never know, then," he responds easily as he swings himself to his feet. "Maybe we could learn something from each other."
"Fine," you snipe back, but you can't help the way you bounce on the balls of your feet, a weight you hadn't realized you'd been carrying starting to lift. "Maybe we can."
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Personal records 3 - Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze
A lot of anons helped me ideas to write this... i can't link all the asks rn, maybe i will do it later :), but special thanks to all!
Read before this one: part 1 - part 2
Summary: This is in an alternative universe where Ona and Lucy are not footballers. Lucy is a personal trainer, Ona is a buisnesswoman.
Wordcount: almost 20K as promised 😘(a little semi-goodbye present) semi - proofread :)
Warnings: MINORS DNI because this bitch is loaded with smut (feel free to skip this fic), read at own risk (but i made it cute too dw) and uhm, angst, is uhm, also present in this (teeny tiny bit).
Btw the consumerism and all the other unbelievably out of touch stuff in this is all for the plot, Lucy and Ona would never xx
PS. This is not written as good as i had hoped but at least it's something :)
Personal Records, the last part.
Saturday morning - Ona’s Penthouse
Ona woke up with a smile, it was not something that happened often, but when she was captured in these big muscular arms, she just couldn’t help herself. She turned around in the embrace.
Until now, every time Ona and Lucy had slept together Ona had been the first one to be awake, leaving the bed as soon as she was up.
Now, she was staring directly into two beautiful big loving eyes ‘’aye good morning’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I didn’t know you were awake’’ she said with a happy smile.
‘’Good’’ Lucy smiled, Ona nearly melted as she heard the low morning voice coming from the English trainer, ‘’I didn’t want to wake you, you sounded so cute sleeping’’ Lucy said, pulling the smaller woman closer.
Before Ona even knew it, she had pressed her lips against Lucy’s.
Lucy grinned and kissed her back.
After a few moments the English woman pulled away with a chuckle, ‘’I thought you found morning breath disgusting?’’.
Ona chuckled, ‘’I do, but your hotness cancels it out’’ she said dreamily as she traced her fingertips along Lucy’s stomach.
‘’Ohhh I see’’ Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on top of her, placing her hands on the back of Ona’s thighs, ‘’so you didn’t think I was hot before then?’’ she asked with a playful pout.
Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’yeah I did, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself then’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek before pushing herself up, ‘’I didn’t want to admit I had a big old crush’’ she poked Lucy’s chest, ‘’on you’’.
Lucy grinned at the sight the Catalan had provided her, Ona was now straddling her hips, sitting on top of her in just her panties. Lucy couldn’t believe that if she played her cards right, this life could be hers forever.
‘’Hello?’’ Ona said as she waved infront of Lucy’s eyes, she pinched one of Lucy’s nipples.
‘’Ouch!’’ Lucy said as she snapped out of her dream, ‘’Ona!’’ she said as she took the Catalans hands, ‘’why did you do that?’’ she winched.
Ona shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’I just confessed that I have a crush on you and you didn’t even listen, you were dreaming’’.
‘’I am’’ Lucy said with a dopey smile, ‘’I am living a dream’’ Lucy said as she placed Ona’s hands back on her chest and traced Ona sides with her own.
She let her hands rest on Ona’s hips, ‘’so beautiful’’ she sighed, before looking back into the Catalans eyes, ‘’remember how I called you princess because you acted a bit… you know…princessy’’ she chuckled, ‘’but now I would like to reintroduce that nickname’’ she raised her eyebrow, ‘’if you don’t have to many bad memories about it’’.
‘’I don’t’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’don’t worry’’.
‘’Good, because you truly look like one, a beautiful princess’’ Lucy let her hands glide to Ona’s thighs, ‘’my beautiful princess’’.
Ona leaned down to kiss Lucy again, she could get used to mornings like these.
‘’Oh, and about that surprise’’ Ona awkwardly started as she suddenly started doubting the plans she had made for today, ‘’promise if you hate it, you will just tell me that and not break our- ‘’ she took a second to think, ‘’…situation, apart’’.
Lucy stayed silent for a moment but then she smiled, ‘’do you.. want to be my girlfriend?’’.
Ona stopped in her tracks, she couldn’t believe her ears, she leaned on Lucy with a smile and nodded, she was so happy ‘’yes’’.
‘’I know it’s a bit fast, but I figure as we are going to travel Europe together, we might as well be together too’’ Lucy said as she sat up.
Ona´s smile didn´t leave her face, ´´yeah, I like it, I like it a lot´´.
´´Good´´ Lucy said as she held Ona´s face, ´´and about the surprise… why so nervous?’’.
Ona gave Lucy a little kiss, ‘’well I didn’t use money, but I did use my connections’’.
Lucy lifted an eyebrow, ‘’I’m so curious what it is now’’ she said with a curious smile.
‘’Promise me that if you don’t like it we’ll just pretend I didn’t do it okay? Then I’ll just..’’ she thought hard about something she could do for Lucy, something that didn’t involve money, ‘’vacuum your house or something’’ she eventually came up with, thinking it was stupid but not knowing what else to say.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’wow, I would like that actually, maybe you can do that either way’’ ‘’but I promise I’ll like your surprise’’ she said as she wrapped her arms around Ona.
‘’How long do we have left before we need to go?’’ Lucy said in a seductive voice.
Ona chuckled and leaned over to the nightstand closest to her, she looked at Lucy’s phone, ‘’jeez, it’s 9:30 already, we should get ready’’.
‘’Hmmm’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’I just need 20 minutes’’ she said as she started kissing Ona’s neck.
Ona chuckled but pushed her away, ‘’I want to get there a bit early, and you need a training outfit by the way, do you have some at the gym or do we need to by your house?’’.
‘’I have things at my gym I can put on, the same outfit I give classes in, is that okay?’’ Lucy asked, now very intrigued at what the surprise could possibly be.
‘’Perfect’’ Ona smiled, ‘’do you want to shower with me?’’.
With a groan let Lucy fall herself back against the mattress, Ona looked at her confused, ‘’no?’’.
‘’You are so perfect’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’yes I want to shower with you, let’s shower together always’’.
Ona chuckled and shook her head, she liked that Lucy didn’t hold back her feelings anymore and felt contend enough with the situation to make comments like this, promises of many more days spend together. She hoped Lucy was the one, if their relationship could be like this forever, Ona was sure to die a happy woman.
..
Saturday morning, 10:45 - Bronze Fitness Forge
‘’Well what is the surprise’’ Lucy asked with a smile as she had put her workout clothes on.
Ona had told Lucy she herself didn’t have to put on anything special, as she would just be watching, or not, whatever Lucy would prefer, ‘’okay’’ Ona sighed, ‘’I invited twelve people for a job interview today, two groups of six people for 2,5 hours’’ she inspected Lucy’s face, trying to read her expression, ‘’you can choose to not accept anyone as your follow up, but I thought I could help you search for some good contestants’’.
‘’Wow’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’I don’t know how to react, I mean, you did safe me a lot of work if the right person is in this group’’.
Ona finally dared to smile, ‘’I am happy that you don’t hate me for interfering with your business’’.
‘’hmm, well, you are keeping the decisions with me, you are just presenting options, arranging it on a Saturday is perfect too, not messing up my usual schedule, thank you, I can see you do it because you want to help me’’.
Ona tilted her head, knowing Lucy had more to say.
‘’But I have a very high need to arrange everything concerning my gym independently’’ Lucy said carefully, ‘’this time it is okay, I’ll even thank you, because I think it’s sweet, but from here on on, I’ll do everything myself again, okay?’’.
Ona nodded slowly, knowing damn well she had done a way bigger thing too, but she would just have to make sure Lucy would never find that out. For extra security she had put the building on a empty holding she still had ‘laying around’, for taxes it was probably going to look a bit weird, but she didn’t want to risk Lucy seeing her company name, which was also her last name, in the email.
But for now she didn’t need to worry about that, as Lucy pulled her in for a kiss, ‘’thank you Ona’’.
..
Saturday afternoon, 17:38 - Bronze Fitness Forge
The day had been great, Lucy had actually like tree of the candidates, two of which would be directly available, so those two would immediately go work with Lucy from the following Monday, like an internship, so that she could decide who, or perhaps both, she could take on.
‘’I have to take my strong opinion back baby’’ Lucy said as she plopped down next to Ona on the bench in the dressing room, ‘’even though I’m very very tired right now, this was a great day, I don’t know where u got those candidates, but they were amazing’’.
‘’I’m glad’’ Ona said as she leant on Lucy’s shoulder, ‘’it was fun watching you hang around with them’’.
‘’Hanging out?’’ Lucy says, turning to Ona, resulting in her head to glide off her shoulder.
‘’Hey’’ Ona pouted, ‘’I was comfy’’.
Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on to her lap, ‘’aw, is my pretty little princess tired from watching me work?’’.
‘’Mhmm’’ Ona says as she leant in to kiss Lucy, ‘’and you kept me up a while tonight’’.
Lucy hummed in the kiss, laughing as she broke it, ‘’I didn’t hear you complaining then’’.
Ona shook her head, ‘’nuh-uh’’ ‘’and I’m still not complaining’’ she leant next to Lucy’s ear, ‘’maybe you even have some energy left to reward me for my good surprise?’’.
Lucy groaned and chuckled at the same time, ‘’you are impossible’’ she stood up carrying Ona, ‘’ofcourse I have energy left’’ she said as she pressed Ona against the wall, ‘’for you always’’.
‘’I just wanted a kiss’’ Ona chuckled, trying to lean in for a kiss.
‘’Oh’’ said Lucy as she pulled away and lowered Ona to the ground, ‘’I see, just a little kiss’’ she said as she gave the Catalan a gentle kiss, ‘’but really, thank you Ona’’ she said giving her another kiss, ‘’you saved me so much time and these were probably better candidates then I could’ve ever found’’.
Ona grinned, ‘’mhmm, I want to make your life as easy as you’ll let me, just draw your boundaries clearly’’.
‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’acts like these are fine’’ she shook her head, ‘’jeez, I can’t believe myself, I mean, an act like this, is amazing I appreciate it a lot, I just.. i can’t have you spending abnormal amounts of money on me’’.
‘’Abnormal is subjective’’ Ona said with a cheeky grin.
‘’Ona’’ Lucy said with a stern look, ‘’you know what I mean’’. ‘’And by the way, even though I probably have replacement now, I still have to look into my house and stuff, so I’m still not sure if I am able to fly with you to Italy’’.
Ona tilted her head, ‘’I have two thoughts about that’’ she said carefully.
‘’Okay, let me hear them’’ Lucy smiled as she gave Ona a kiss on her cheek, ‘’everything is up for discussion’’.
Ona smiled, ‘’perfect, I love good communication’’.
‘’Mhmm, good communication and honesty’’ Lucy said as her hands traveled to Ona’s hips, ‘’now what were your thoughts?’’ she smiled.
Ona scrunched her nose, ‘’I do have secrets for you’’ she said with an awkward smile.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’like this today?’’ she asked, planting another kiss on Ona’s cheek, ‘’or also other secrets?'’ she joked.
‘’Mhm, also other secrets, but enough about that, you were talking about renting out your house, no?’’ Ona said as she buried her hand in Lucy’s hair, who had travelled to burry her face in Ona’s neck in the meantime. ‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’yes’’.
‘’Well’’ Ona said, ‘’don’t you want to keep it empty’’ a small groan left her throat as Lucy reached a sensitive spot in her neck, ‘’so you can always come back to your own, empty, house if you feel the need, and maybe offer your family the option to use it as a London get away, uhm, I mean, I don’t know where they live, but assuming they don’t live here’’.
Lucy stopped kissing Ona and faced her, ‘’yeah, they live outside of London, but you know why I need to rent it out right?’’.
Ona tilted her head and pressed another kiss to Lucy’s mouth, ‘’how much have you left then?’’.
Lucy looked at the shorter woman, ‘’what?’’.
‘’You are talking about a mortgage right?’’ Ona chuckled.
‘’Yeah’’ Lucy said with a weird smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
No it was Ona’s turn to be confused ‘’what?’’ she asked.
‘’You’re so smart baby, I get amazed by it again and again’’.
‘’Oh please’’ Ona chuckled as she slightly blushed from the praise, she couldn’t help it, normally she didn’t need other peoples comments to make her feel good, but with Lucy she just couldn’t get enough of it ‘’so how much is it?’’.
‘’20.000’’ Lucy said as she looked at the ground, ‘’with 2,8% interest’’.
‘’Oh Luce’’ Ona said as she soothed her hands along the pumped biceps, ‘’I know you will hate me for saying this but..’’ she held Lucy’s face and tilted her chin to make her look at her, ‘’but that’s not even bad Lucy’’ she chuckled, ‘’and I would love to solve it for you’’ she said as she captured Lucy’s bottom lip between her own.
Lucy almost got lost in the kiss but shook her head and pulled away, ‘’no I can’t Ona, I would love to be able to not rent it out, but I am planning on paying the mortgage with that and then it will solve itself’’.
‘’Really it’s okay’’ Ona said as she ran her hands along Lucy’s arms, ‘’for me it is the same as giving you a present’’.
Lucy shook her head, ‘’it’s 20.000 quid, it’s maybe nothing to you, but it’s a big deal to me’’.
Ona nodded, ‘’it is something to me, it’s money I don’t use that I can put to good use, helping someone who deserves it’’.
Lucy nodded, ‘’I appreciate that,’’ she looked at Ona with a sincere smile ‘’but I don’t want to be a good cause to you’’.
The Catalan thought about those words for a second before she replied.
A big smile pulled on her lips, ‘’a loan!’’ she cheered, ‘’ I’ll lend it to you, same thing as with the bank, only thing is you can now choose how or when you want to pay me back, giving you a bit of room to breathe’’ she exclaimed, talking as if she had just done a history changing discovery.
Lucy scrunched her nose, she didn’t know what to do or how to reply.
Ona chuckled and put her hand underneath Lucy’s shirt, ‘’we can also keep the interest’’, she kissed Lucy ‘’I like the idea of it taking as long as possible, it means that I’ll have you around longer’’.
Lucy groaned playfully as she pushed Ona deeper against the wall, burying her face in her neck and pressing their hips against eachother, ‘’you’ll have me around either way Ona’’ she hummed.
The shorter woman smiled as she took one of Lucy’s hands, ‘’I love the sound of that’’ she said as she kissed Lucy, to the extent that was possible, ‘’now do you want to know how much I loved watching you today?’’ she asked cheekily.
The English woman suppressed a moan as Ona guided her hand below her skirt, feeling the damp panties.
Ona grinned as she leaned against Lucy, ‘’hmm feel that? all because you look so fucking sexy in your sleeveless top’’ she purred, trying not to get lost in the feeling that shot through her at the way Lucy teasingly slid her fingers along her clothed core.
Lucy pulled her hand away and took a step back, making Ona whine.
‘’One sec baby’’ Lucy chuckled as she pulled her top off, after that she stepped back to Ona and pulled her skirt up to just below her boobs, ‘’now’’ she said she reached for Ona’s panties and pulled them down, ‘’you will need to hold on tight’’.
Ona nodded as she stepped out of her underwear, ‘’what are you going to—ahhh’’ she yelped as Lucy lifted her into the air on her shoulder, her core already making contact with Lucy’s face, she quickly caught Lucy’s head to steady herself, but as she got pressed against the wall again, she already felt much more stable.
She felt Lucy’s grin against her, ‘’sorry, in my head this was way smoother’’ a muffled voice sounded from between her legs. Ona groaned as the vibration of her words prickling her center, ‘’mh, you were very smooth Luce, I haven’t fell to the ground’’.
Lucy chuckled and with her hands she tried to push away the bit of skirt that was still hindering her, Ona helped her, tucking the front of her skirt under the waistband, and then she put her hand on the back of Lucy head, pulling the English woman against her.
With a smile Lucy flattened her tongue against the Catalan, Lucy was amazed at how easy this was, her weight training surely paid off, or the business woman didn’t actually weigh a thing, or maybe it was both or maybe she was so incredibly turned on that she had gained superpowers. A loud moan pulled her from her train of thoughts ‘’fuck Lucy’’ Ona cried out, only now Lucy realized how eagerly she’d been lapping at the woman. She could get lost between Ona’s legs for hours, but she needed her to actually feel good too, so she did her best to smoothly transition in to a more, pleasing and enjoyable approach.
‘’Fuck baby’’ Ona said, pulling at the roots of Lucy’s hair, ‘’making me feel so good’’.
Lucy squeezed the flesh from Ona’s thighs at those words, she redirected her tongue to Ona’s clit.
Ona whined as the taller woman pressed her talented tongue against her swollen bud, she had never met a woman that could manipulate in her tongue in a way as the English women could. It was like Ona could feel the tide of an ocean again her bundle of nerves, so soft but yet so deliberate, it indescribable, Lucy’s strong muscle working better then the most expensive sex toy Ona owned.
It didn’t take long for Ona’s thighs to start crushing Lucy’s head, the Spaniard unable to control the way her muscles jerked.
Ona clawed at the clothing hooks on the wall but just couldn’t reach them.
Lucy’s jaw was aching but she didn’t dare halter her performance as she noticed Ona struggling, instead she easily moved them over to the left.
Just as Ona reached out to the rack and grabbed to brace herself for her oncoming climax, Lucy moaned against Ona’s core as the grip on her hair tightened, making Ona shiver from the sensation it shot up her spine and grabbed even harder onto the fist of hair she held.
The English woman could feel her own pussy clench as she heard Ona’s moans as she got send over the edge.
Softly Lucy helped her girlfriend through her high and after that she gently lowered herself so Ona could stand on steady ground again.
Lucy chuckled as she saw Ona standing there, being held up by her, a light shake in her legs.
‘’God’’ Ona breathed, ‘’how are you so amazing with your tongue’’.
The taller woman leaned in to kiss Ona’s neck, ‘’and this time I did make you come with only my tongue’’.
Ona let out a shaky laugh ‘’do you work out that muscle too or something?’’.
‘’No, not really’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’but I got a great exercise for that actually’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s bottom lip.
‘’hm?’’ Ona said, not yet having come down from her high, ‘’what is it?’.
‘’It’s called tongue wrestling’’, Lucy chuckled, ‘’I want you to taste yourself’’ she groaned as she rested her forehead against Ona’s.
Ona chuckled, ‘’wow, what are we, twelve?’’.
Lucy looked at Ona cheekily, a smug smile pulling at her face.
Ona shook her head with a disgusted face ‘’don’t-‘’
‘’-okay I won’t’’, Lucy chuckled, ’’only because jokes like that are gross and I don’t kiss woman that are below the age of 25’’.
Ona shook her head, ‘’well, good thing I am 25 and two months, because I didn’t want to miss this for the world’’ she grinned as she hooked her arms around Lucy’s neck, ‘’I can’t get enough of it’’ she whispered just before connecting their lips again.
..
Saturday evening - Ona’s penthouse
They had showered and put on some nice clothes, Lucy was wearing something a bit tight, as she was wearing something that came from the Catalans closet, but she didn’t really mind.
‘’What shall we do this evening princess?’’ Lucy said as she walked into the bathroom were Ona was applying some mascara.
Ona grinned as she looked at Lucy, ‘’the first thing that came to mind was repeating what you just did in that dressing room’’ she shook her head as she watched her reflection in the mirror again, ‘’but I also thought of the idea to go into the city, shop around a bit, look for a nice restaurant to eat’’.
Lucy wrapped herself around the Spaniard from behind, watching Ona as she rested her chin on her shoulder, ‘’aren’t you satisfied yet?’’ she teased, after which she gave a soft kiss to Ona’s neck, ‘’but that sounds fun baby, I want to walk around in London holding hands with you’’ she said.
Ona melted at the adorable smile Lucy wore, ‘’can I buy you some fitting clothes then?’’ she pouted.
The English woman chuckled as she inhaled Ona’s scent and buried her face in the crook of her neck, ‘’fine’’ she sighed, ‘’but we can also just stop by my house for a sec and pack a bag’’.
‘’Hmmm’’ Ona hummed, ‘’pack a bag? are you planning on staying?’’.
‘’mhmm’’ Lucy hummed in agreement, ‘’someone just told me they’re not satisfied yet, and I can’t leave my girlfriend alone until she completely satisfied’’.
Ona almost moaned at the promise of the words Lucy spoke, ‘’mmhhmm, but now we have to go, before the stores are closed’’.
..
Saturday night – Ona’s penthouse
‘’I loved the restaurant Lucy, I’d never been there’’ ‘’and thank you for paying, that was really sweet’’ Ona said as she plopped on the couch, ‘’I am so tired’’ she sighed and closed her eyes.
When it stayed quiet for a minute and she didn’t hear a response from Lucy, she opened one eye.
Infront of her stood Lucy, dressed in one of her new outfits, watching her.
‘’Huh?’’ Ona said, now opening her other eye as well.
Lucy shook her head, ‘’don’t mock me Ona’’.
‘’Huh?’’ Ona said again, sincerely confused ‘’mock?’’.
‘’You say thanks for paying, but I payed for a meal that was cheaper then this belt’’ Lucy said frustrated, pointing at her new belt.
Ona sat up, ‘’baby come here’’ she said tapping the spot next to her.
Lucy sighed and took place next to her.
‘’It’s about the thought, I thought it was very cute you decided where we were going to eat, then you told me facts about the restaurant and chose two dishes we could share’’ she looked at Lucy who was coming closer now, ‘’which were delicious by the way’’ she kissed Lucy’s hand before placing it on her leg, ‘’and then you said that you went to the bathroom, we finished our drinks and we could just go’’ Ona smiled, ‘’because you secretly payed’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek, ‘’such a gentlewoman, I felt like a princess’’.
Lucy blushed, ‘’I’m sorry’’ she muttered, watching the carpet, that was suddenly very interesting, she could feel her cheeks heat up from embarrassment at her childish feelings.
‘’Hey’’ Ona said as her lips brushed against Lucy’s ear, ‘’I don’t care about the clothes we bought or how much anything costs, truly, it is all about the gesture to me’’ she whispered, ‘’how about you rip these stupid clothes of off me’’.
Ona grinned as she saw Lucy swallow hard, ‘’come on baby, do it’’ she spurred the woman on.
Lucy turned to Ona, looking at her with a preoccupied gaze.
‘’What is it Luce?’’ Ona asked with a tilted head, ‘’tell me’’.
‘’I don’t know if I can be…. a gentlewoman… if we-‘’ Lucy swallowed the rest of the sentence.
Ona had the fight her eyes the keep the from rolling back, ‘’fuck’’ she breathed, ‘’then don’t Lucy, please’’ she groaned, ‘’fuck me like you want too’’ she declared in a husk voice.
Lucy stared at her intensely, ‘’are you sure baby, i-‘’.
Ona nodded eager, and climbed on Lucy’s lap to prove her point, ‘’make me yours Luce’’.
Now it was Lucy who had to keep herself in check and suppressed the moan that formed in her gut, ‘’fuck Ona’’ she said, almost a bit dreadful.
‘’I am serious Lucy’’ Ona said kissing along Lucy’s neck, up to her ear, ‘’fuck me like you mean it, show me how much you hate my spoiled side’’.
‘’I don’t’’ Lucy groaned and let her head fell back as Ona licked skin.
‘’It’s okay baby’’ Ona groaned, ‘’prove me you’re the one in control’’ she added with a slight tease in her voice, ‘’even though you’re wearing clothes I payed for’’.
Lucy didn’t need to hear more, with scary ease she stood up with Ona clinging around her, she took one of the paper shopping bags with her, and walked towards the bedroom.
With controlled force she threw Ona onto the bed, ‘’I’m going to fuck you so hard’’ Lucy groaned. Ona moaned as her back hit the mattress, ‘’using a dick you payed for’’ she said as she leant to hover over the Catalan, ‘’and I’m going to make you beg for me’’ she grazed her teeth along Ona’s neck, ‘’begging me to ruin you’’.
Ona whimpered as she dropped her head further back, giving Lucy access to more surface of her neck to mark.
‘’Or maybe I’ll just give you nothing’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’that would be something new for you, hm?’’ she teased, ‘’has anyone ever denied you anything princess?’’.
Ona disagreed with a humming sound, ‘’n-no’’ she said, ‘’don’t give me nothing’’ Ona whined, as she tried to pull Lucy back, who was standing up.
Lucy tutted, ‘’look, there we have it already’’ she said while shaking her head and unbuckled her belt, ‘’new rule, you can’t touch me’’ she grinned, ‘’unless I say so’’.
The Catalan groaned and let her head drop with closed eyes.
‘’Princess?’’ Lucy said in a teasing high-pitched voice, ‘’are you paying attention?’’.
Ona turned her head, still resting on the bed, ‘’maybe’’ she said with a grin, ‘’or maybe you should teach me a lesson’’.
‘’Oh you can be sure of that’’ Lucy groaned through her gritted teeth.
Lucy pulled her belt out of pants in one fluent motion. She grinned as she saw Ona swallow hard and promised she wouldn’t use it to spank her, at least not for now.
‘’But thanks for the idea princess’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’I’ll make sure to remember it if you’re not being good’’.
‘’Luce’’ Ona whined, desperate for the English woman to do something about the heat that’s forming between her legs.
Lucy kneeled on the bed, ‘’what wrong baby?’’ she mocked, ‘’taking too long?’’.
Ona nodded and pulled Lucy closer. Making the taller woman chuckle, ‘’you broke the rule already’’ she leant down to Ona’s ear, ‘’now I’m going to tie you up’’.
Before Ona knew it Lucy had caught both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, the belt she had just taken out of her pants, was now being formed into handcuffs by Lucy, but not yet putting it on.
Lucy leaned down again and softly kissed Ona’s lips, momentarily breaking her act, whispering, ‘’if it hurts you need to tell me’’ and gave her another kiss, ‘’if you’re uncomfy too’’.
‘’Promise?’’ she asked, when Ona didn’t reply.
‘´I will Luce, I trust you’’ Ona said, voice thick from being so turned on.
‘’Mkay’’ Lucy said, with one more kiss, ‘’and I don’t think you’re actually spoiled, you just act like a brat sometimes’’.
A mischievous grin appeared on Ona’s face.
‘’Shut up’’ Lucy warned, ‘’I don’t need to be riled up more’’.
‘’So how long until you will fuck me with my cock?’’ she said emphasizing she was the one who payed for it.
Lucy bit back a growl, swallowing the way she wanted to tell Ona she’ll know who’s cock it was when she was done with her. Instead she laid the DIY handcuffs besides them on the bed and gently started unbuttoning Ona’s top.
‘’I gave you permission to rip it you know’’ Ona provoked, ‘’I promise I won’t make you pay it back’’ she added with a teasing lilt in her voice, ‘’just rip it off’’ she reared Lucy up.
Lucy grinned as she helped Ona out of the blouse, leaving her in just her bra.
‘’You got expensive taste right?’’ Lucy said smugly, as she bundled the blouse, ‘’well, open up’’ she said, holding the satin blouse infront of Ona’s face, ‘’lets shut up that pretty little mouth of yours, all I hear is nonsense’’.
Reluctantly Ona took the expensive fabric between her teeth.
‘’That´s a good girl’’ Lucy grinned, moving to put the belt around Ona’s hands.
Ona couldn’t ignore the way the little praise made her pussy flutter, she hated that Lucy had this effect on her, she didn’t want to be wrapped around someone’s finger like that, or maybe she did want be wrapped around Lucy’s fingers. She groaned into the fabric in her mouth as Lucy tightened the band around her wrists, she probably looked crazy right now, laying on the bed half dressed, half like she was kidnapped, but she couldn’t deny this was all on free will. Enjoying it even.
‘’Just snap your fingers if you want me to stop’’ Lucy said in a dark voice looking into Ona’s eyes, digging her fingers into the Catalans trousers, ‘’or is that too confusing for you, as it’s something you usually do to make things happen?’’.
Ona didn’t find it confusing, but she did think Lucy was talking way too much. She lifted her hips to give Lucy access to remove her bottoms. Leaving her, now only in her bra, laying on the bed with her legs spread, arms up and mouth stuffed.
Lucy leaned down and planted a few kisses to Ona’s stomach, almost she forgot her mission, getting lost in the way Ona whimpered as she grazed her lips along the lightly freckled soft skin of Ona’s tummy, but she tore herself away and stepped out of bed. Leaving a whiny Ona behind.
She took the carton bag and turned around one more time, seeing Ona’s already flushed cheeks Lucy bit back a chuckle. She liked the way Ona seemed to get easier and easier for her, the way a simple suggestive gesture got Ona melting for her made her feel wanted and hot, she loved it. It was way better then the cold Ona she had worked with that first night they slept together.
In the bathroom Lucy quickly got undressed.
After she had cleaned the new strap they had bought this afternoon, she walked back in to the room.
She stared directly into two desperate eyes and when she let her eyes roam further along Ona’s body she noticed her wantingly rubbing her legs together, yearning for some relief.
‘’Missed me?’’ Lucy grinned, walking towards Ona with the rubber attachment standing proudly between her legs.
Ona nodded eagerly, producing sounds muffled by the fabric in her mouth.
‘’Hmm’’ Lucy said, climbing over Ona, ‘’I can’t hear you, but that’s my own fault I guess’’ she chuckled and pulled the blouse out of the Catalans mouth, ‘’I’ll keep it close for if you need it again’’ she whispered in Ona’s ear, resulting in the skin of her neck prickling with goosebumps.
‘’Missed me?’’ she tried again, hovering dangerously close above Ona’s mouth.
‘’y-yeah’’ Ona said breathlessly, subconsciously leaning up to kiss Lucy.
Lucy kept the kiss superficial and short, chuckling as she pulled away. ‘’Yeah?’’ she asked, sitting back on her knees and pushing Ona’s legs apart, ‘’I can see’’ she grinned, letting her eyes glance Ona’s center.
Ona’s legs twitched at Lucy’s words. Her breath quickened as Lucy let a finger slide teasingly close to her core, purposefully avoiding it.
‘’please’’.
Lucy’s head cocked up with a grin, hearing the whiny begging voice coming from the Spaniard ‘’already?’’ Lucy grinned and now ran two fingers along Ona’s wetness ‘’please what princess?’’.
Ona whimpered, ‘’mpf’’ she whined as Lucy barely dipped inside with the top of one finger.
Lucy collected some of Ona’s wetness and traced it up towards her clit, careful to give no pressure to the bud.
‘’please luce’’.
With a smug grin Lucy climbed up to hover over Ona, making her able to look in to the eyes of the Catalan, ‘’I don’t understand’’ Lucy teased, before she started licking and sucking Ona’s neck, ‘’please what?’’.
She held herself up again, facing her girlfriend. With her right hand she guided the strap to lay against Ona’s center, gently starting to grind the length alongst her wet lips.
‘’I want…’’ Ona muttered – closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she felt the head of the rubber cock rub against her, ‘’Luce’’ she groaned.
‘’Mhmmm’’ Lucy groaned, continuing her attack on Ona’s neck, ‘’want or need princess?’’.
‘’Fot-me’’ (fuck me) Ona moaned as her back arched from the bed when a shiver shot through her, ‘’need you Lucy’’ she cried, desperate to be filled.
Lucy teased the head of her rubber cock between Ona’s lips and gently dipped in lightly, before disappearing all together.
Ona looked up, confused at what was happening, only to be met with a grinning Lucy.
‘’C’mere’’ Lucy said, signaling Ona to crawl towards her ‘’think you need to get this ready, hm, show me how much you need me then’’ Lucy said, gathering Ona’s hair in a make shift ponytail with her fist.
Ona bended down and steadied herself with her cuffed wrists against Lucy thighs as she took the fake cock on her tongue, it was already wet, she could taste herself, it made her groan as she closed her lips around the rubber and slowly lowered her head.
Lucy groaned at the sight in front of her, ´´good job baby, love seeing you work for it´´, Ona moaned while bobbing her head on her rubber cock, with her ass sticking up in the air. The taller woman leaned forward a bit and grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh before placing an experimental slap, earning an appreciative groan from the Catalan. Lucy grinned at the sounds and smacks her ass another time, this time less gentle.
She lets Ona’s hair go and signals her its enough, but making her stay in the position she’s in. She on the other hand, kneed over to take position behind the shorter woman.
´´Ready to work some more?’’ Lucy teasingly said as she ran her hand over Ona’s lower back, sliding the wetted cock along her core, before pressing the tip against her entrance, ‘’I can’t hear you baby’’ Lucy grinned as the woman below her seemed to not be able to form words.
‘’Yes’’ Ona groaned into the bedsheet where she had planted her face.
‘’Mkay, make yourself sweat baby’’ Lucy said as she slightly leaned forward, pressing just the tip inside.
It was a difficult position for Ona to grind down on Lucy with a good rhythm, frustrated about how difficult it was Ona grabbed the sheet for more resistance. Lucy was amazed at how desperate Ona danced down on her dick, she hadn’t even warmed to woman up too much, but the wet sounds that filled the air were proving just how ready the Catalan was for her.
‘’Aw is it so hard baby?’’ Lucy asked as she heard Ona’s frustrated whines, ‘’tuff to do hard work huh?’’.
She stepped back, leaving Ona to hump against thin air.
Ona turned her head and send Lucy a pleading look, ‘’Luce?’’ she whined, whimpering at the sudden empty feeling.
Lucy grinned mischievously, ‘’you can’t always get what you want princess’’ she cooed, ‘’even if you work really hard for it’’ she teased, sending her another smug smile as she looked at Ona laying in this degrading position on the bed.
‘’Luce’’ Ona whined in frustration, now sitting up ‘’please’’.
‘’Of course I will get this belt off of you’’ Lucy said, as if that was what Ona had meant with her pleading.
‘’No!’’
A unbelievably dirty smile played across Lucy’s mouth, ‘’no?’’ she teased, ‘’want to keep your cuffs on?’’ she threw her hands up, ‘’okay’’.
‘’No’’ Ona cried out and shook her head vigorously, ‘’I meant something else, please fuck me Luce’’.
‘’You don’t want me to undo that belt?’’ Lucy teased.
Ona shrugged, ‘’whatever you want Lucy, I want to do what you want me to’’.
‘’Hmm’’ Lucy smiled as she began to remove the belt, ‘’I was just teasing princess, but good to know’’ she kissed Ona’s wrists tenderly, ‘’and ofcourse I’m going to fuck you hard, I promised, didn’t I’’. ‘’The only thing is, I just realized, I haven’t tasted you yet and you have, so lay on your back for me hmm’’. She kissed Ona teasingly, playing with her lips between her teeth, ‘’are you going to be good and let me taste you?’’.
Ona nodded furiously and went to lay back in the middle of the bed, being sure to hold her legs apart for Lucy. Lucy smiled as she lowered herself between the Catalans legs, ‘’such a good girl’’ she cooed, looking at Ona’s wet core, ‘’you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?’’.
Ona’s center clenched at the praising words, ‘’I’m so wet for you’’ she whined, holding her legs tighter as a distraction for the urge she had to grab Lucy face and push it against her.
‘’Such a good girl’’, Lucy moaned, feeling Ona clench. ‘’You like that hmm, being my good girl’’ Lucy smirked, feeling her clench again, ‘’you taste so good’’ she said, trying to test her theory, and like clockwork, again Ona’s body reacted to the praise.
After eating the Spaniard out not with the intention to make her come but groaning appreciatively at her taste, Lucy climbed up again, making Ona tasted herself on her tongue. It was one of her favorite things to do.
When she pulled away she smiled at the dazed look on Ona’s face, ‘’you look so good beautiful’’ Lucy cooed as she shifted their bottom half’s, ‘’you want to be such a good girl for me, don’t you?’’ she said kissing Ona’s neck, whispering in her ear, ‘’and I’m already taking such good care of you, aren’t I’’ ‘’can’t get enough of me hmm?’’ Lucy said as she again teased her cock along Ona’s lips.
Ona groaned, her hips buckled of the bed, pressing against Lucy ‘’please Luce, you can fuck me so good’’.
‘’Hmm’’ Lucy groaned as she gently pressed herself inside, feeling barely any resistance she hummed in Ona’s neck, ‘’fuck’’ ‘’you’re made for me, already taking me so well’’.
As Lucy started pumping in to the Catalans wetness she dropped her head back, her eyes rolled in their sockets as Ona clawed at Lucy’s back, the feeling of her tight back muscles impossibly turning her on even more.
Lucy pushed herself up as she rhythmically started rolling her hips faster and faster, looking at the woman below her, taking her so good. She stared between their hips and was mesmerized by the wetness, Ona’s juices even dripping off the base of the strap she was wearing, God, the woman was indescribable.
She slowly haltered as an idea popped in her head, Ona looked up with an already blown out face, she looked questioning. ‘’Feels good?’’ Lucy asked, running her hands along Ona’s thighs.
Ona nodded, ‘’so good’’ she said, not daring to give commands to the woman, but she hoped Lucy could just continue.
Lucy gently pulled out and reached for the pillow from under Ona’s head, ‘’let me make it even better for you, you’re being so good for me’’.
The Catalan couldn’t stifle her moan as she lifted her butt with shaky legs from the bed, allowing Lucy to put the pillow under her hips.
With once more a little teasing, Lucy finally entered the Spaniards’ warm wetness again, she watched Ona’s face closely as she pushed herself inside excruciatingly slow.
Ona’s head laid flat on the mattress and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
‘’Hey, let me hear you baby’’ Lucy cooed against Ona’s cheek, ‘’I love the sounds you make’’ she upped her pace, the sounds of their skin making contact again and again now filled the room, ‘’or do I need to work harder for my princess’’ she teased, ‘’I’m not going hard enough hm?’’.
Ona wasn’t sure if Lucy was really addressing her or if she was giving herself a weird kind off peptalk, but she didn’t care either way, the way Lucy was thrusting into her with measured force, the way her gaze was focused on her tits, bouncing from the way she was getting fucked into the mattress, Ona couldn’t think clear anymore, the only thing on her mind was Lucy and how good she could make her feel.
Lucy looked up to see Ona’s brows furrow lightly, but she couldn’t stop, the way the base of her strap rubbed perfectly against her felt way too good, ‘’what is it princess’’ Lucy asked, hoping Ona wasn’t in any kind off discomfort.
‘’i-im’’ Ona’s eyes rolled back with a moan, ‘’luce, feels so good’’ she moaned, desperately clinging onto her, afraid she was going to leave.
The English woman grinned and made sure to keep her rhythm up as she took Ona’s right hand to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers, before redirecting her hand to play with her own clit.
She leaned down to Ona’s chest, taking her nipple in to her mouth and caressing the other with her hand.
Ona felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she took in all the different ways her body was being stimulated, when Lucy started thrusting in to her even faster, she felt her orgasm approaching, not to be stopped.
As she got pressed against the mattress deeper and deeper Ona couldn’t control the sounds she made, with every thrust a sound escaped her ‘’uh uhhfuckk’’ she moaned as she got pounded closer and closer towards the headboard.
Lucy couldn’t suppress a moan now, she was nearly coming undone herself. The way Ona took her so well, clenching her walls around her rubber cock at every little praise. Laying down on the bed as beautiful as she is.
Various sounds filled the room, Ona’s high pitched moans, Lucy’s low groans joined the chime of filthy sounds coming from the place their bodies connected.
With loud a peak in decibels, they both tumbled over the edge. Drowning in the waves of pleasure that took over their bodies.
Without having control over her body, Lucy’s butt clenched, as it felt like she just had came inside of Ona, with tensed up muscles she tried to ride them both through their highs, resulting in gentle shuddering thrusts.
Ona’s whole body relaxed into the mattress, her eyes fell closed as she could hear nothing but her loud pounding heartbeat and the blood that was rushing through her ears.
With a deep sigh Lucy collapsed on top off Ona, having still just enough conscience to do carefully so.
It took a while before Ona could open her eyes, they had both caught their breath and Lucy laid with her face in the crook of Ona's neck.
Ona started playing with the English woman’s hair, occasionally letting her fingertips run across her shoulders and back.
Lucy eventually seemed to come back to the here and now as well, she groaned as she nuzzled herself deeper against Ona’s skin, taking in the smell she had grown to love.
She smiled as she realized she truly did feel in love with the woman.
‘’Ona’’ she said, coming out a bit hoars, she cleared her throat ‘’I hope I wasn’t mean to you’’.
Ona smiled as she heard Lucy speak, ‘’no, I thought you were very mild’’ she chuckled, ‘’if I were you I hadn’t taken the cuffs off and the blouse in my mouth, damn’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’you were so hot’’.
Lucy chuckled, happy that Ona had enjoyed this. Even though it was clear they both had enjoyed this a lot. ‘’Would it be too early for me to say that I love you?’’ Lucy said in a joking way, but being very serious.
The Catalan scratched the top Lucy’s head, ‘’no’’ she chuckled, ‘’I was waiting for that actually, so I could say it too’’.
‘’I love you’’ Lucy said, pressing soft kisses against Ona’s neck, ‘’and I love when you say please’’.
Ona chuckled, ‘’I love you too Lucy, ‘’and you’re the only one in the world I want to say please to’’.
Lucy shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’oh Ona, what should i do with you’’ she said in a joking desperate tone.
The smaller woman chuckled, ‘’I know some things’’.
Lucy sat up, leaning back, carefully and slowly pulling out of Ona, shaking her head ‘’I can’t believe you, how can you be so insatiable?’’.
Ona laughed, ‘’it’s your own fault’’ she traced her fingers along Lucy’s biceps, ‘’you’re just so hot’’.
As Lucy was at the tip of the strap, almost completely pulled out and watched Ona’s cum pooling at her entrance, she gently pressed herself in a bit back ‘’we should stop’’ she said, not planning to do that at all, ‘’I’ve never had so much sex in my life, I feel like a rabbit’’.
Ona clenched her walls, desperate to keep Lucy close, she groaned ‘’what was that thing about breaking records?’’.
..
Two weeks later – Ona’s house in Rome
Yesterday the tree women had landed in the beautiful, but most importantly nicely temperatured Italy.
In this place Ona did have a car, two to be exact, she had a couple living on her terrain all year around to keep the place looking like it belonged in a fairytale, the couple lived in a house on the edge of her estate, but they were aloud to use all the facilities they took care off.
One of the women had picked them up from the airport yesterday and as always when she came back to this house she fell completely in love again. She loved the greenery and appreciated the women for taking such good care of it.
Lucy had gone a bit quiet since arriving and in the evening, after they had eaten with the five of them, Ona had asked her to go on a little walk with her.
They had talked a lot these last weeks, Ona had eventually been allowed to lend Lucy the money for her mortgage, with interest, and Lucy had done everything she needed to do to be able to leave England with a clean slate.
She appreciated Ona’s help, she did, it was just so inapprehensible to her to be able to live like this.
But their love only grew more and more, so Lucy couldn’t really think too much about it. Her mind was preoccupied with the beautiful woman she now called hers.
In London, Ona had lived with her for most days, as Sophia used Ona’s apartment. In this mansion, Sophia lived on the other wing of the house.
It was a good thing because Ona seemed to be insatiable.
After their first day, where Sophia and Ona had done some work, Lucy had hung around the pool mostly, she felt a bit guilty for not working when the others were, but Ona had encouraged her to relax, saying that she could use this week as a vacation.
Every once in a while, when Ona walked outside taking a phone call, she had send Lucy a wink, making the English woman smile. Ona was not only a very good business woman, she also looked very hot being one.
This day came to an end with Ona heading back to bed early, claiming she was tired.
Lucy had given her a kiss and stayed down, chatting with Sophia. Ona thought it was cute the way their bond had developed, they shared the same (English) humor and when they were really in a silly mood, Ona sometimes couldn’t even follow what was being said as their accents were so thick.
But now she didn’t like that Lucy had stayed downstairs, she didn’t want to be obvious so she had just agreed with her, saying goodnight, but she actually wasn’t really tired.
So Ona texted her.
@ Ona Batlle: i miss u
She waited 5 minutes a long time and still didn’t get a reply. So Ona figured Lucy needed a reason to come back to bed. She put on an olive green set of lingerie and stood infront of the full length mirror in her wardrobe. After striking a few different poses, she found the one she felt hottest in and made a cheeky picture, being sure to crop out her head before sending it to her lover.
@ Ona Batlle: *picture*
@ Ona Batlle: I miss u
@ Ona Batlle: come to bed?
@ Ona Batlle: I miss u ☹
@ Ona Batlle: lucy
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As Lucy was laughing with Sophia about something from a tv show they both watched, she felt her phone hysterically buzzing in her pocket.
Sophia got up to refill her wine glass, ‘’do you want another glass too?’’ the PA asked.
Lucy choked on air as she opened the picture that had been send to her.
‘’Are you alright?’’ Sophia chuckled, a little intoxicated from the wine they had been drinking. It was Friday night and Sophia had enjoyed the evening they had been having, so she had let loose a little.
‘’Mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’but I’m good on the wine, I think I have had enough’’ she said, smiling at Soph.
Sophia leaned on the back rest of the chair she was standing behind, ‘’awww come on Luce, you sure you don’t want one more?’’.
Lucy chuckled about the state of the woman infront of her, she was happy she could handle her alcohol better, she rarely got drunk, ‘’tomorrow evening we can do this again’’ she laughed, ‘’but Ona just texted me she has a bit of a headache, so I am going to bring her some medicine’’.
‘’The Advil is in the kitchen, don´t forget water’’ Sophia slurred, ´´It´s cute it´s your job now´´ she laughed.
‘’Mhm’’ Lucy chuckled, ´´I’m happy to take those kind of things over from you´´.
Sophia suddenly broke out in a loud chuckle, ‘’aww what would little Ona do without us’’ she shook her head, ‘’I love the woman, but sometimes I can’t understand how such a smart woman can be so dumb with things’’ Sophia murmured as she started walking towards ‘her’ staircase.
‘’She really is a smart woman’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’and if you are a smart woman too, you drink some water before sleeping, safes you from a headache tomorrow’’.
‘’Hey Luce’’ Sophia said, turning around.
‘’Hmm?’’ Lucy hummed, as she was clearing the coffee table.
‘’I love you too you know’’ Sophia chuckled, ‘’I have never seen Ona more happy’’.
Lucy smiled, ‘’thank you Soph, and know that Ona appreciates you a lot, you make her life so much easier, she says it every day to me’’.
‘’Mhm’’ Sophia said with a glossy smile, ‘’wish her well for me, hope her headache stops’’.
‘’Goodnight Soph’’. With that Lucy rushed to the kitchen and dropped everything there, before running up the stairs, without Advil or water.
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‘’Took you long enough’’ Ona said from her position on the bed, she laid on her front, leaning on her elbows, doing something on her phone.
‘’I- ‘’ Lucy tried to form a sentence but she got distracted by Ona’s perfect ass, laying perfectly on display, barely covered in the green lace, ‘’Soph’’ she offered as explanation for her delay.
Ona sat up with a chuckle, ‘’soph?’’.
‘’Uh’’ Lucy shook her head as to regain her conscience, ‘’uhm, yeah, I send Soph to bed, told her you had a headache, she was pretty drunk by the way don’t know if she- ‘’ she cleared her throat, ‘’but anyway, I’m here now’’ she said in a happy voice, ‘’hadn’t expected such a text, as you said you were tired’’.
The Catalan stood up to make her way towards Lucy, as the English woman wasn’t getting closer to her, ‘’do you expect me to be able to sleep after you hang around half naked all day?’’ she said in a playful tone.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’do you want me to use clothes in the pool tomorrow?’’ she joked back, as she took Ona in her arms.
‘’Nuh uh’’ Ona shook her head as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, ‘’no, but I do want you now’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck, ‘’it was very distracting seeing you laying there all sexy’’ she pouted.
Lucy grinned, ‘’distracting huh?’’ she said, holding Ona’s wrists, pushing her towards the bed, ‘’maybe you shouldn’t be coming out to look every 30 minutes then’’.
Ona chuckled, ‘’I always take my calls outside, it’s good to walk around a bit sometimes, instead of sitting behind the computer’’.
Lucy let Ona go and walked to Ona’s suitcase that was laying open on the ground, she fished out the silk mask she had worn on the plane, with a grin she walked back to Ona, ‘’wear this then, if I am so distracting’’.
‘’No’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I want to see you’’ she said, climbing further onto the bed.
The English woman grinned, ‘’it will be fun Oni, come on let me make you feel so good’’ she whispered as she came closer to the woman, ‘’please, I’ve had this idea in my head since I saw you wearing it on the plane’’.
‘’hmm’’ Ona pulled Lucy towards her, making her settle between her legs ‘’did you?’’.
‘’Mhm’’ Lucy hummed, she kissed down Ona’s neck ‘’please?’’.
The Catalan chuckled, ‘’after all that begging you make me do, and now you’re starting?’’ she frowned.
‘’hmm’’ Lucy grinned in to Ona’s neck, ‘’maybe I will make you beg some more, I love when you’re desperate for me’’.
Ona slipped her hand under Lucy’s t-shirt, ‘’I’m always desperate for you baby’’ she sighed, ‘’now come on then with that stupid mask’’.
‘’Blindfold’’ Lucy chuckled as she sat up, ‘’we’re repurposing it’’.
The last thing Lucy saw before she but the mask on the woman was an eyeroll, making her chuckle. ‘’I promise it’ll be fun’’ Lucy said as she moved Ona to lay flat on the bed.
Ona gasped at the way she suddenly got moved, ‘’luce!’’ she chuckled, ‘’you do need to warn me for things’’.
‘’hmm, sorry baby, good thing for telling me’’ she took Ona’s hand, ‘’I am now going to kiss your neck okay?’’.
Ona chuckled, ‘’yes, that is okay, I meant for like.. unexpected things’’ she said with a grin.
‘’Oh’’ Lucy said, already almost dived into Ona's neck ‘’is that an expected thing then?’’ she teased, grazing her bottom lip softly along the skin of Ona’s neck.
The Catalan giggled as she shivered from the light touch, with this blindfolded she seemed to feel it even more intensely, ‘’yes, you love my neck, you’re always kissing it’’.
‘’hmm’’ Lucy pouted, ‘’okay, that’s getting old then’’ she smiled as she ran her hands along Ona’s body, ‘’I could never get enough of you’’ she fake pouted.
‘’Hey!’’ Ona reached blindly infront of her with her hands, taking Lucy’s hands ‘’I can’t get enough of you either’’.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’I know, I was teasing you’’ she rubbed her thumbs over Ona’s knuckles, ‘’and I am very much aware of the fact you can’t get enough of me, I almost fear for Soph, as she is staying in the apartment in Paris with us’’.
Ona hadn’t ofcourse foreseen that she would fall in love in England, so she hadn’t been able to book anything for Sophia in Paris. As they would normally just share the apartment, but now there was nothing near her place available to book, and Sophia had just said she didn’t mind. She said she rather stayed with Ona to be the third wheel, then stay somewhere outside of the city, as they only had a few days in Paris with a very busy schedule.
Ona groaned, ‘’don’t remind me of those sad days ahead’’ she pulled Lucy on top of her, it was so unexpected that Lucy fell over, making her chuckle ‘’now, stop talking and put that magic mouth of yours to use’’.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’so bossy’’ she kissed along Ona’s collarbones, ‘’you know how that’s dealt with hm?’’.
The grin that took over the visible part of the Catalan woman was all Lucy needed to see. Ona always tried to rile her up.
With one hand she dug below Ona to unclasp her bra and took it off, leaving her chest bare.
She quickly took off her own shirt too and threw it on the floor.
Lucy took in the sight of the beautiful woman laying down for her, her sun kissed skin waiting to be littered with kisses. She stared down at her for a while, beaming with love.
She smiled as she saw Ona started playing with her nipples ‘’that’s my job hm’’ she said as she wiggled her own hands below Ona’s.
‘’Oh your still here’’ Ona teased, ‘’thought you’d left’’ she snickered at her own joke.
Lucy shifted to bring her face to the woman chest, ‘’mhm’’ Lucy grinned, running her tongue along Ona’s hardening bud, ‘’keep joking like that baby, lets see how long you can keep it up’’.
But Ona’s teasing state was long forgotten, she threw her chin up as Lucy’s tongue played with her nipples. Her hand found it’s way to Lucy’s hair, digging for a place below her bun.
Teasingly Lucy nibbled down, grazing Ona’s sensitive spots with her teeth, knowing how crazy Ona got from the teasing. She worked from Ona’s neck, to her stomach and then she started at her ankles, to her hips, purposefully avoiding the Catalans center all together.
‘’Luce’’ Ona whined her name like it was a chant, she had kissed every part of Ona’s body two times already, minus the part Ona actually wanted her to be.
She leaned against Ona’s ear, her mouth already swollen from al the kisses she’d been placing, but ready for so much more. ‘’What’s that princess? No more jokes?’’ Lucy whispered, her breath heavy from all the exploring she’d been done.
‘’luce’’ another whine left Ona’s throat, ‘’I’m so wet luce, please’’.
Lucy chuckled as she nibbed at the smaller woman’s earlobe, ‘’I’m wet too, because of you actually’’ she hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’do you want to help me out first?’’ she teased, ‘’maybe let me sit on your pretty little face’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s dry bottom lip.
Ona swallowed hard, she would love to make Lucy come, but she was also aching for a relief herself.
‘’You want to be a good girl for me?’’ Lucy said, planting a soft kiss to Ona’s lips ‘’or you first?’’ she asked as Ona stayed silent.
The Catalan shook her head, ‘’no I want you’’.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’yeah what part’’ she asked as she took one of Ona’s hands and guided it to her core, ‘’these lips’’ she said, helping Ona trace along her wetness ‘’or these ones’’ she said, taking Ona’s fingers in her mouth.
Ona moaned at all the things Lucy made her feel, she couldn’t think clear, she wanted to taste Lucy now too but she was also dying for her mouth to be on herself. ‘’Okay’’ she sighed, ‘’sit on my face’’.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’only if you want too’’ she said kissing Ona.
Ona groaned as she recognized Lucy’s taste on her tongue, ‘’mhmm I want to taste you’’.
‘’Mhh you’re so good to me baby’’ Lucy gave her one more kiss before shifting, hovering over Ona’s face with her warm center.
The Catalan hooked her arms around Lucy’s legs, not caring if she let her weight down on her face.
It didn’t take long for Lucy to come undone on Ona’s fingers and tongue, after her orgasm faded, having it gently ridden out on Ona’s face, she got off of her.
‘’That was good’’ Lucy said, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips, ‘’now it’s my time to make you feel good hm’’.
Ona whined from the anticipation. She arched from the bed as Lucy started making her way down her body again, she felt as though she was literally dripping on to the mattress from how wet she was, even if she was still wearing her underwear, that piece of lace was sure to be ruined by now.
Again Lucy took her time to kiss along Ona’s body, Ona almost couldn’t handle it anymore. She felt like she was getting lightheaded from all the buildup ‘’luce, please’’ she whined, ‘’please’’.
Lucy chuckled and finally hooked her fingers in the underwear, ‘’let’s get you out of this hm?’’.
‘’mhm’’ Ona whimpered as she pushed her hips up.
Lucy’s eyes got big and a grind tugged on her mouth as she saw the strings of wetness when she slid Ona’s panties down, ‘’I’m not sure if you’re ready babe’’ she teased ‘’maybe I can give you some more kisses first’’.
‘’Luceee’’ Ona groaned, bringing her own hand to her core.
‘’Hey’’ Lucy grabbed Ona’s hand and pushed it up to besides her head, she leaned in for a kiss ‘’I’m teasing, I’m sorry’’.
‘’Yeah, you’ve been teasing enough’’ Ona whined, spreading her legs wider, hoping it would help Lucy find the way.
Again Lucy started kissing from her chest, slowly working her way down. Ona hadn’t really found it necessary, as she was so worked up, but Lucy was quicker this time and Ona didn’t really have the power to speak anymore.
She moaned as Lucy’s tongue finally made contact with her pulsing heath, she bit her lip as she realized she wasn’t sure how long she could keep her orgasm at bay.
Lucy buried herself between Ona’s legs, wrapping one arm around her leg and bringing her other hand up to Ona’s core, in a desire to feel her coming on her finger, loving the way Ona’s walls clenched as she came.
The English woman was sure she’d just been down there for 30 seconds when she noticed the familiar signs Ona’s body gave before she would tumble over the edge.
Lucy couldn’t believe it and eagerly kept on going.
With a load moan Ona felt the high flow through her body, she came hard on Lucy’s curled fingers inside her.
Her legs shook as Lucy slowed her pace.
The taller woman kept her long fingers inside as she climbed up to kiss Ona, ‘’one more baby?’’ she asked, ‘’I know you can do it’’ she whispered ‘’and I haven’t had enough yet’’.
Ona groaned, unable to open her eyes she accepted Lucy’s kiss.
Lucy kissed the Catalan intensely, distracting her from her sensitivity, slowly starting to thrust her fingers again.
When she curled her fingers, Ona moaned and the kiss broke, Lucy took the moment to shuffle back down, she wasn’t kidding when she said she hadn’t had enough of Ona’s taste yet, it was almost disappointing how quick she’d come, but Lucy took it as a compliment and took it as a challenge to make her come again.
It was hard to keep Ona’s shaky legs still but Lucy managed to get her head between them and pressed down on her hips with her free arm, ‘’it’s okay baby’’ she soothed Ona placing some soft kisses on the damp skin, ‘’you can do one more’’.
Ona whined desperately at the words Lucy spoke, there was already building up a new heat within her stomach, it was much more intense then the first time.
She didn’t know if-
Her thoughts got cut of as she felt Lucy’s talented tongue ripple against her sensitive bud, she could almost scream at the sensation. Or maybe she was screaming, she didn’t know, she couldn’t see or hear anything anymore. A sensation that was both very familiar as it was completely strange washed over her. Her legs started spasming as she felt Lucy’s head still between her legs.
She pushed against Lucy’s head, making her sit up. Gently Lucy took the ‘blindfold’ off of her head. She blinked a couple of times and it took a second before her eyes were adjusted to the light. Then she was met with a beaming Lucy, proudly smiling at her.
Ona noticed her chin was glistening with wetness as she leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head reflexively.
‘’Baby?’’ Lucy said, only now running the back of her hand along her mouth, thinking Ona turned away out of shame, not realizing it was about the state of her face ‘’are you okay’’.
The Catalan nodded against the pillow, now completely turning her whole body, making her lay on her front.
Lucy gave her space to turn and started soothing her back, running her hand up and down the clammy skin.
She leaned down and tried to nestle her face close to Ona’s, giving her a kiss on her forehead ‘’are you feeling okay?’’ she softly asked, ‘’or was it too much?’’.
‘’hmmm’’ Ona hummed, she could speak, she was completely absorbed in a world of bliss.
Lucy smiled, ‘’did it feel good?’’ she tried, placing another few kisses to Ona’s face.
The Catalan chuckled as if she was drunk, holding her eyes closed ‘’so good’’.
Lucy tried to turn Ona around by her shoulder, ‘’good idea hm, using the blindfold? maybe something we will do more often?’’.
At this Ona seemed to wake back up, ‘’no’’ she said, opening her eyes ‘’if you did all that without the blindfold it would’ve been even better’’.
This made Lucy chuckle, ‘’I don’t know’’ she teased, ‘’I’ve never seen you this wet before’’ she gave Ona a real kiss now she was finally back on her back, ‘’and you’ve never squirted before either’’.
Ona frowned, ‘’I didn’t-’’ she didn’t finish her words as she looked at Lucy nodding with a smug smile.
Only now she felt the wetness she was laying in, she shifted closer to Lucy and groaned ‘’I ruined the bed’’ she groaned.
Lucy chuckled, ‘’well, it’s a good thing you have so many rooms then’’ ‘’let’s go for a shower and then I’ll take of the bedding to put in the laundry tomorrow’’.
‘’I love you’’ Ona said as she took Lucy’s hand and looked up to her with her dazed gaze.
The English woman chuckled at the sighed, Ona looked completely fucked out and now she was orgasm-drunk declaring her love for her. She guessed she could only take it as a compliment.
‘’I love you too baby’’ Lucy kissed the hand she held, ‘’do you feel ready for a shower or do you need some cuddles first’’.
The dreamy smile Ona gave her told her everything she needed to know.
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An hour later – Ona’s house in Rome
After showering Ona had been thirsty, begging Lucy to come down with her for some sparkling water, after she had handed her a cup of water from the bathroom.
Of course she would go down with her, Lucy quickly put on a pair of underwear and a sports bra and hurried after Ona who was already walking down the stairs, dressed in just a robe.
Ona poured two glasses from the cooled bottle of sparkling water, the kitchen was only lit up by the light of the fridge. Lucy smiled as she saw the carton of strawberry’s when she was about to close the fridge, ‘’how would you feel about some strawberry’s?’’ she asked Ona.
Ona turned around with the bottle and reached besides Lucy to put it back in the door of the fridge, ‘’hmm, good’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck ‘’if you are feeding them to me’’.
‘’Well I think you deserved that’’ Lucy said as she turned around to grab Ona and prevented her from going anywhere.
‘’Luce’’ Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I’m thirsty’’.
Lucy reached into the fridge and grabbed one strawberry to hold infront of Ona ‘’here’’.
After Ona took a bite, Lucy ate the rest and put the bit of green in the bin, shuffling Ona with her to get there.
‘’Okay can I be free now’’ Ona chuckled, feeling ridiculous.
‘’nuh-uh’’ Lucy kissed Ona’s neck, ‘’I want kisses’’ she grumbled in a teasing fake monster like voice, pretending to eat Ona in her neck.
Ona giggled at her silliness, trying to push her away.
Finaly Lucy stopped ‘’sshhhh’’ she laughed, ‘’don’t wake everyone up’’.
‘’Don’t worry!’’ a voice in the dark said, making Ona and Lucy jump, ‘’I am already awake, I am dying from a headache’’.
Ona and Lucy blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening. Lucy tried very hard to contain her laughter, Ona stomped on her foot and quickly closed her robe tighter.
‘’Advil?’’ Ona suggested, already turning around to get some.
Lucy got a glass and filled it with water, ‘’I hope you feel better Soph’’.
‘’Mhm’’ Soph nodded, ‘’how’s your headache Ona? What are you guys even doing here?’’.
‘’Uhm..’’
‘’I brought flat water’’ Lucy offered, ‘’she wanted sparkling’’.
Even though it was maybe one of the dumbest excuses ever, and Lucy felt like they had ‘post-sex’ written all over their foreheads, Sophia seemed to take it as a valid story, not even questioning the rest of the scene.
‘’Well’’ She yawned, ‘’thanks for the Advil, I will see you guys in the morning’’.
‘’Mhm’’ Ona and Lucy both nodded, trying to keep their composure.
When Sophia had left the room, they waited a few more minutes, before bursting out in laughter.
‘’I hope for your sake she forgets all she’s seen’’.
‘’Why’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’you’re not embarrassed of the kissy monster are you’’ again she put that voice on and walked back to Ona as if she was a pray, ‘’don’t make the kissy monster sad, it will need more kisses to cheer up again’’.
She dug her head back in Ona’s neck, capturing the laughing woman in her arms.
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Next morning – garden, Ona’s house in Rome
‘’How’s your headache?’’ Lucy chuckled as Sophia came to join the table Ona and her had set.
Sophia shook her head, ‘’I can’t believe I drank that much, maybe I have caught the same thing as Ona’’.
‘’Yeahh’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’maybe’’ she shook her head and exchanged a grin with Ona.
‘’Well, I feel a bit better already’’ Ona lied, ‘’so I hope you do to soon’’.
‘’Mhm, this breakfast looks amazing, I’m sure that’ll help’’.
Lucy and Ona smiled at eachother again, happy the nightly events were not being discussed any further.
..
Paris – Ona’s apartment
They had been in Paris for a couple of days now. It had been busy days as they had needed to get a lot done in a few days. But everything had been completed successfully and tomorrow they would all be leaving. Sophia would return home for a couple of days and Lucy and Ona would go to Spain for her fathers birthday.
Ona had given Sophia the day off, as she thought the woman deserved it. Sophia had been happy about it, she had a store she wanted to visit for a particular bag she fancied to buy.
The Catalan business woman had a few calls to make in the morning, but Lucy and her had discussed to go explore Paris a little in the afternoon.
Lucy had get to know some fun spots, as she had explored the city when Soph and Ona where working. She was happy that building this apartment was in, also had a gym and a pool, but she liked a jog through the streets as well, she couldn’t handle being locked up inside for too long.
Well, she did want to stay inside a bit longer if it meant her and Ona could spend a little undisturbed alone time together.
Lucy knocked on the office door, it was one o’clock in the afternoon. She was sure Ona could at least use a break by now if she wasn’t done yet.
‘’Hi baby’’ Lucy said after Ona had said she could come in, ‘’I don’t want to disturb you, but I thought you might need a break’’ she carefully said.
Ona chuckled ‘’you’re too cute’’ she waved, ‘’come in, I’m not on a call, I just hung up the last one actually’’.
Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, so you’re free now?’’.
‘’Hmm’’ Ona looked at her laptop, ‘’I do need send one more email’’.
‘’Want to do that while sitting on my lap?’’ Lucy asked.
Ona looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
‘’What’’ Lucy said, holding her hands up in the air, ‘’I missed you, we finally have some alone time’’.
‘’Missed me’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’we haven’t been apart’’ she corrected herself ‘’well, besides when I was working’’.
Lucy’s brows furrowed, ‘’no’’ she said in disbelieve, ‘’I mean touching eachother’’.
‘’Ohh’’ Ona finally snapped out of her ‘working-mode’ brain and looked at Lucy with renewed interest ‘’oohhhh’’ she repeated herself.
Now it was Lucy’s time to chuckle, ‘’I don’t know if I need to be disappointed that it hasn’t been on your mind like it has been on mine, or that I should be surprised, because in Rome and London you couldn’t keep your hands off of me’’.
Ona nodded with eyes shut, ‘’to be honest, I haven’t had the time to think about it, with all the things we needed to do’’ she opened her eyes again, ‘’Sophia sleeping two rooms down ours’’ she said with a pained face.
‘’Yeah I figured that was the biggest reason’’ Lucy took place on the second desk chair, ‘’but I’m sorry to hear that your work has been taking so much toll on you, sorry I haven’t asked about it earlier’’.
‘’No’’ Ona shook her head, ‘’I already have Soph to talk about that with, I enjoy that we have other conversations’’.
Lucy smiled apologetically, ‘’do you have a lot of stress?’’.
Ona sighed, ‘’well, not really stress, as things are running great, just a lot to get done’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’but I’m not opposed for a stress reliever’’ she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
Lucy rolled her chair closer to Ona, ‘’well, how about you send that email then’’ she kissed Ona’s cheek, ‘’then we can go do some exploring in Paris’’ she joked.
Ona chuckled as Lucy continued to nestle herself in her neck, but she opened her documents to start writing the email she needed to send.
..
Afternoon - Paris
Sophia has shopped for the things she wanted. When they had made plans this morning Lucy and Ona had said they were planning on eating out together, Sophia had offered to go to another restaurant on her own, giving them some space. She had really meant it at that time, but now she was even more happy to have made that decision. She was completely worn down, she was tired from their busy schedule, she had expected it to kick in when she was back home, maybe on plane even. But right now she was fighting the urge to fall asleep on the metro, and in a Parisian metro you didn’t want too sleep, way to gross, way to risky with pickpockets.
As she walked the last part of her way back to the apartment she thought about what she would be going to order for dinner. She opted to just get a simple pizza, or maybe she wouldn’t order anything and just go to bed. She would just decide based on how she felt after a bit of laying on the couch.
She opened the apartment door after her ride on the scary old French elevator and dropped her bags in the hallway, she’d deal with them later. She kicked of her boots and walked towards the couch.
After watching a bit of TV she was sure she heard something, so she paused what she was watching.
‘’Hi?’’ Soph called out, thinking Lucy and Ona might’ve come back.
She heard something, not coming from the front door, but from the office, maybe Ona was still working? ‘’Ona?’’.
Sophia chuckled ‘’are you still working’’.
-‘’yeah’’
‘’Still working on the proposal for mis-
-‘’that’s it’’.
‘’What?’’ Sophia was confused, ‘’I hadn’t even said who, ONA?’’.
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Paris - the same time, but on the other side of Ona’s bedroom door.
‘’Yeah’’ Ona moaned, she arched off the bed ‘’that’s it’’.
‘’ONA?’’
Shocked looked Lucy at Ona, who did not seem to hear anything, she quickly put her hand over Ona’s mouth.
‘’Quiet baby’’ Lucy whispered as she continued her thrusts, ‘’if you keep quiet, I’ll keep going’’.
The couple of days that they hadn’t been intimate had surely been made up for. They had probably lost track of time, Lucy glanced at the clock, damn it was already after 5 o’clock.
‘’Soph is already back home’’ Lucy whispered, receiving nothing but a whimper from Ona.
Ona was truly and well fucked out, to far gone after her 6 orgasms to even realize she should care. She didn’t, she wanted more from Lucy, she needed her to not stop.
She wrapped her legs around Lucy as her orgasm took over, her moans covered by Lucy’s warm palm.
“Where are you then?” Sophia called out, apparently having gone into the office.
‘’Ona’’ Lucy whispered, ‘’let me go yeah? I need to prevent her from searching for you and finding this’’ she chuckled.
Ona looked at her with a dazed smile.
Carefully Lucy unwrapped the legs and stood up, quickly she took of the harness and-
‘’-are you in the bedroom Ona? Are you allright?’’.
‘’Yeah she’s allright’’ Lucy hurried to say, ‘’uhm, difficult phone call’’ she slapped herself against the head, what the actual fuck, she really needed to work on her excuses.
‘’-mkay’’.
Quickly she redid her hair in a bun and jumped into her clothes. She took a few breaths and stepped out of the room. Sophia was already walking back to the living room. ‘’hey, hadn’t expected you, uhm- not that we, i-‘’ she cleared her throat ‘’quick freshen up before dinner?’’.
Sophia chuckled, ‘’no I was actually way too tired for dinner so I decided to eat here, order something’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’ohhhh, I interrupted you two, didn’t i?’’.
‘’Uhm’’ Lucy scratched her neck as she was leaning against a wall ‘’i-
Sophia shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I can’t believe I just had a conversation with my boss while she was getting it’’ she waved her hand towards Lucy, ‘’just go, don’t mind me’’ she shook her head with disbelieve, ‘’I took everything into reconsideration and I think I should use the opportunity for one more dinner in Paris’’.
Lucy smiled awkwardly at her, ‘’sorry’’ she said, grateful she would leave for a bit longer.
Sophia chuckled, ‘’it’s allright, I saw nothing’’ she shook her head again, ‘’Jesus’’ she chuckled as she walked to the door to put her shoes back on, ‘’next time put a sock on the door’’ she joked before leaving.
The English woman blushed furiously, this was awful, how could they’ve lost track of time so bad. She thought back about Ona and quickly rushed back to the bedroom.
She found a dozed off Ona.
Gently she took place on the bed, ‘’hey’’ she whispered, ‘’are you there?’’ she planted a kiss on Ona’s temple, deserving her a smile.
Lucy chuckled, every time she was once again amazed with the effect she had on her girlfriend.
‘’I love you’’ Ona hummed.
Lucy smiled and shifted, taking a better place on the bed so she could hold Ona.
..
Paris - Ona’s apartment.
Lucy had ran Ona a bath and was now sitting in it with her. Ona seemed to have regained her conscience, though she was still clinging on to Lucy as if it was her last resort. Lucy loved how clingy Ona could get after they’d slept together, she loved to pamper her little princess.
‘’And then you said what’’ Ona chuckled.
‘’babee’’ Lucy whined, having told the story two times already, ‘’I said difficult phone call’’ she laughed, more from embarrassment then because it was funny. Maybe she could laugh about it with Ona some day. For now it was fucking embarrassing.
Ona nestled herself further against Lucy’s chest, ‘’hmm, I love you, but you’re the worst at excuses’’.
‘’I knowww’’ Lucy said, looking at the ceiling, then a grin came on her face ‘’you weren’t much help either by the way´´ she teased, poking Ona gently.
´´Hey!´´ Ona pouted, ´´and who´s fault was that?’’.
Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, I’m not sure because you did ask for it’’.
‘’Both our faults then’’ Ona offered.
Lucy kissed the top of her head, ‘’both our faults’’.
.
‘’Should we give her compensation or something?’’ Ona asked, thinking about how unprofessional this whole thing was.
Lucy nodded, ‘’maybe..’’ she said ‘’I don’t know how those things work, maybe she will report you to HR’’ she joked.
‘’Luce’’ Ona pushed against Lucy’s stomach.
‘’Ouch’’ Lucy grabbed her hand, ‘’okay, yes, I think you should maybe at least offer her’’.
‘’She’ll say no’’ Ona said ‘’she never wants a bonus’’.
‘’Maybe she’s being polite’’ Lucy shrugged, ‘’I bet she wouldn’t mind receiving it’’.
‘’Hmm, I’ll offer it to her tomorrow, if she says no I’ll maybe give it to her anyways’’ Ona said.
‘’Mhm’’ Lucy said, wrapping her arms around the Catalan, ‘’it’s getting cold, shall we get out?’’.
‘’Mhm’’.
.
‘’Do you have that too’’ Ona asked Lucy while they were stood drying off.
‘’Hm? What’’ Lucy said, turning around to face her.
‘’Declining things out of politeness’’ Ona explained, ‘’because I don’t think it’s rude when you accept a gift of mine at all’’ she smiled at Lucy.
Lucy shook her head, ‘’I do accept your gifts, right?’’, ‘’I just don’t want extremely big gifts’’.
Ona nodded ‘’well, just so you know, I’m dying to be your sugar mama’’ she teased.
The English woman shook her head with a laugh, ‘’see and I don’t want that dynamic, what were you thinking about offering Sophia then anyways?’’.
‘’A hundred’’
‘’euros?’’ Lucy laughed.
Ona nodded ‘’a hundred thousand euros, is that to little?’’.
Lucy happy smile quickly faded into one of disbelieve, ‘’babe’’.
‘’What?’’ Ona looked at her sincerely, ‘’to much?’’ she tried.
‘’Half of that would be so much already Ona’’ Lucy said with honesty, ‘’I bet if you were to make Soph say an amount she wouldn’t even cross thousand’’ she looked at Ona ‘’and then I mean one-zero-zero-zero’’.
Ona smiled at her, ‘’maybe I do need a bit of grounding hm?’’ she said, partly to herself, and a little bit because she understood her world was so strange to Lucy.
..
Paris – Ona’s apartment
The tree of them ate breakfast together, today they will all leave Paris, Sophia this morning, taking a flight to England. Lucy and Ona this afternoon, being flown back to Spain with the private jet.
Ona gets a call and left the table to take it in her office, not wanting to disturb the conversation Lucy and Sophia were having.
It was a call from her dad, telling her that her niece, Maria, graduated as a realtor. Maria had high grades and had done internships at some good companies, Ona knew it, she had asked the girl a while back to send her some of her portfolios. She expected Maria to contact her herself eventually, but apparently her dad had offered, or maybe Maria had been to shy to actually call herself.
Either way, Maria wanted to work for Ona’s company now that she had graduated. Ona liked the idea, she was a hard working girl, so she discussed it with Sophia.
She didn’t want to send her niece off to one of the offices, hiding the talented girl behind a desk. No, she could use this as an opportunity.
‘’Hey I am heading to the airport soon’’ Sophia said as she came by the office with her suitcase, ‘’was it an urgent call?’’ she asked Ona.
Ona smiled, ‘’no my dad, do have a minute left? I want to discuss something about what he said’’.
‘’Of course, cab’s here in 25 minutes’’ Sophia said, now stepping inside the office.
The Catalan business woman proposed Sophia the idea of her going to Amsterdam with the girl, alone. Her planned schedule was actually going back to Amsterdam after the two months of Rome, but Ona figured, that if Sophia took Maria under her wing, train her in Rome. She could go alone to the Netherlands with the girl, giving her more time in Rome. That that would be time alone with Lucy was maybe a big factor in her idea, but she also liked to give Sophia and Maria an opportunity to grow. Her plan for Soph had always been to let her grow within her company, eventually wanting her to train another PA. Sophia had taken the job with that intention, but she had often said she didn’t care anymore, that she liked being Ona’s right hand. But Ona still wanted to give the woman what she deserved when the time was right.
‘’You don’t have to say yes immediately Soph’’ Ona reassured, ‘’we’ll see in Rome how well she takes things up’’.
‘’Well if she has at least a shred of the same DNA as you, I think we’ll be fine’’ Soph laughed, already having agreed with Ona as soon as the proposal had left her mouth, ‘’and you’ll have more time to spend with Lucy’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I’m not trying to overhear-
-Soph!’’ Ona exclaimed, not able to hear her actually say the words out loud ‘’I am so so sorry for that’’ she offered apologetically, ‘’I actually wanted to talk to you about some sort of financial compensation for that, and from now on I’ll make sure you’ll have separate accommodation’’ Ona shook her head, cringing thinking back at the event ‘’I knew I was being unprofessional for always just making you stay in my house, i-‘’
‘’Ona’’ Sophia chuckled ‘’it’s all okay, I don’t need to be compensated, I have always, and still do, felt a very professional relationship’’ she put her hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder ‘’I am really happy you’re in love, maybe even a little jealous, but I am okay Ona’’ she chuckled, ‘’but from now on I would like separate housing’’.
‘’I will give it to you anyways’’ Ona blushed, ‘’but thank you for your professionalism regarding this subject’’.
‘’Hey now!’’ Soph chuckled, ‘’we’re not back to scratch now, are we?’’ ‘’I felt like we we’re becoming like friends even’’.
Ona smiled, ‘’I see you as my friend Soph, and this Amsterdam opportunity will be the first step towards your promotion by the way, you’ll be teaching Maria the ropes’’.
Sophia smiled, ‘’thank you Ona, I really appreciate you as a boss’’.
Ona chuckled, ‘’good, now enjoy your days off in England, I will see you back in Italy’’.
‘’Mhm’’ Sophia smiled, ‘’I’m going to say bye to Lucy really quick and then I’m off’’.
‘’Have a safe travel!’’ Ona called after Sophia as she left her office.
..
The visit in Spain had been amazing. In Paris, Lucy had done her best with buying some nice clothes, with her own money, to make a good impression. Ona had assured her that her family didn’t care, but in the end she loved seeing Lucy being more comfortable but first and foremost looking very good, in her new clothes.
Her family, to no surprise, had absolutely loved Lucy. Her mom and dad welcomed her into the family as if she was already family. Even secretly whispering Lucy was their favorite partner of Ona’s she had brought home, when they saw her dancing around with the nieces and nephews.
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Ona’s house in Rome
Now they were back in Rome, with the four of them this time. Sophia quickly had gotten along with Maria and this gave Ona a lot of time to get her own work done.
Lucy on the other hand, had already searched online for job applications as a gym instructor. The second day they were back in Rome, she had the interview and the third day she started working there.
Ona admired her for her work ethic and she wasn’t surprised Lucy was getting hired as soon as applied somewhere.
But it didn’t take long before Lucy started to get a bit grumpy.
Ona let her be, figuring she just needed some time, but eventually she asked what was wrong.
Then the tears had started flowing, Lucy hated working at a gym below a boss that told her she wasn’t working right. She didn’t like that she couldn’t give her own spin to classes. There had been a complaint about her being too pushy. She had worked there fine for one week, but this week she had dreaded going every day.
It made Ona sad to see her girlfriend like this, she knew how much fitness meant for Lucy. She admired the gym Lucy had set up in London and thought she was the best personal trainer anyone could ever have.
Lucy had cried that she couldn’t just be a personal trainer again, she had to start at being a gym instructor before they would give her more serious clients.
This made Ona mad, who was that stupid boss to decide what Lucy could and could not do.
‘’What if I buy a gym’’ Ona offered, ‘’I wont give it to you, as you don’t want that, but I can hire you in it?’’.
Lucy wiped her tears away, she was desperate to work, but she didn’t want to work like this.
Ona put her hand on Lucy’s back, soothing her.
‘’You know’’ she started as it stayed quiet for a while ‘’Bronze Fitness Forge is such a good name, it begs to be a chain’’.
A chuckle sounded from Lucy, who had buried her head between her knees.
‘’Did you come up with it?’’ Ona asked, laying a kiss on Lucy’s shoulder.
‘’Mhm’’ Lucy murmured, ‘’yeah, I thought it’d be funny’’.
‘’It is’’ Ona smiled, ‘’what if you opened one in a few big cities, the cities where we travel too, so you can work in a place that shares your norms and values’’.
‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed, ‘’I would want that but I can’t’’ she broke out in a sob again.
Ona continued rubbing her back, ‘’heyyy’’ ‘’it’s okay, Luce’’ ‘’I love you’’.
After a while of thinking Ona spoke again, ‘’I want- no wait’’ she tried again, ‘’to me, it would be the perfect solution to buy you a place for a gym and then I’ll just pay you a salary for working there, you can name it whatever.. you don’t have link it to your own gym in London’’.
‘’Luna’’ Lucy said, finally picking her head up, she turned to Ona, ‘’it should be called Luna’’.
Ona chuckled at the enthusiasm ‘’like the moon?’’.
‘’No’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’Lu-cy and O-na’’ she explained.
‘’Aww’’ Ona smiled at her girlfriend, ‘’that’s so cute baby’’ she was happy Lucy would let her do this for her.
..
Ona eventually bought a gym that was bankrupt, so the equipment was already there. Lucy didn’t really like the equipment as most of it was pretty old, but she didn’t say anything about that as she was already for ever grateful for this opportunity.
She couldn’t yet take clients on this stay in Rome, but she now made herself useful by fixing up the gym and went hunting for good staff Ona could hire. She was setting this business up like she had done with hers back in London, only she now had not herself as boss, but Ona.
Ona was the sweetest, she listened to Lucy’s plans, tried to contribute with ideas and always told Lucy she could just do what she thought best, but that she didn’t need to worry about if the investment was going to be earned back with this gym, because she didn’t mind if it didn’t.
Still Lucy tried to keep everything on a budget, she wanted it look good and clean, but in her opinion it was better to gradually upgrade as soon as she actually had paying costumers.
..
Everything was going perfect until that day.
Ona and Lucy were cooking together and sipping wine in the kitchen. The Catalan had set her laptop open with a recipe they were following, Lucy reading off the steps, making sure their authentic Italian pasta was really becoming an authentic Italian pasta. When a email notification popped up.
´´Who is Marc Sanchez? He’s emailing you about some holding and 22 million, Jesus babe, who bought a 22 million building’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’why does it sound familiar BANO Property Holdings?’’.
Ona turned white and dropped the spoon she was stirring with, ‘’uh.. my accountant, Marc is my accountant’’ Ona said, trying to not sounds guilty.
Lucy was still chuckling, ‘’Is he scolding you for buying something worth 22 million?’’.
‘’Probably’’ Ona said, figuring it was not a lie as she didn’t know for sure if Marc would be mad, but she did expected it.
‘’Can I click on it?’’ Lucy asked, ‘’I’m curious, I swear I’ve heard of that holding, is it yours?’’.
Ona turned around from the stove, now facing Lucy ‘’no, Lucy, it’s probably best if you don’t look’’.
Lucy frowned, something felt off, Ona looked to be a bit off too, sad maybe even.
‘’What is it?’’ Lucy asked, reaching out for Ona’s hand ‘’are you bankrupt?’’ she tried to joke.
This made Ona chuckle, much to Lucy’s relief, she liked the way they were happy together.
‘’I did something stupid a while back’’ Ona sighed at the ground, not able to look Lucy in her eyes, ‘’I think if you will read that email you will be very mad at me’’.
Lucy frowned, ‘’why? I love you, I don’t care if we will be poor’’.
‘’No I know that’’ Ona shook her head, disappointed at herself ‘’but you didn’t want me to try and make you rich’’.
Lucy narrowed her eyes, the gears in her head were turning as she tried to decode what Ona was implying here. ´´BANO Property Holdings…´´ she slowly repeated, ´´what have you done Ona?’’.
Ona shook her head and turned the stove off, ‘’I can’t say it Luce, sorry’’ she walked to Lucy and wrapped herself around the taller woman.
‘’Ona’’ Lucy said sternly, ‘’this isn’t what I think it is, right?’’.
The Catalan started sobbing against Lucy’s chest, ‘’sorry luce, sorry, I’m so sorry’’ she pleaded.
‘’Ona’’ Lucy sighed and pulled Ona off of her, ‘’how much would a building in London cost, specifically the building I rent my gym in and more specifically the building that changed owners a while back’’.
Ona was still unable to look at the taller woman, with a fragile voice she answered ‘’22 million’’.
‘’Fuck Ona!’’ Lucy called out and threw her arms in the air as she walked away, ‘’the only fucking business I did build up myself and you were trying to take that from me too’’.
‘’I don’t-‘’
‘’It wasn’t necessary, I don’t want to be owned by you, what if we break up, then I’m back at zero’’.
‘’I would never’’
‘’behind my back’’ Lucy stared out of the window, ‘’you went behind my back to buy the building’’
‘’i-‘’
‘’why?!’’ Lucy shook her head, ‘’I don’t get you, is it some sick powerplay or something? Does it give you a thrill, helping the poor’’.
‘’No’’ Ona cried even harder, ‘’Lucy I love you, I just wanted to help you’’ the Spaniard walked over to Lucy and tried to take her hand.
‘’I can’t Ona’’ Lucy sighed, dodging Ona’s attempt to get closer ‘’I need a minute’’.
With that Lucy disappeared in to the yard.
A million thought ran through Ona’s head, she knew it was going to come out someday, she had hoped on a more easy way. Maybe even Lucy accepting that she’d done it, that it could be an anniversary present to her or something. She didn’t get that Lucy was so worried about the fact Ona tried to help her, she just wanted to make Lucy rich like her, she deserved it. Why did Lucy think it was such a bad thing if she helped. Ona understood Lucy was mad because she had done something without telling her, but was it really that bad.
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Fucking hell, Lucy ran outside completely frustrated. Why did Ona have to interfere with her life so much. She knew she should be dating a freaking gazillionaire, she could never be on the same level. She didn’t want to be a good cause to the woman. She felt pathetic that she rented a place her girlfriend bought within weeks of dating without a second thought, 22 fucking million pounds, how could she be in a relationship with someone who got a semi-angry email months after spending such an absurd amount of money.
How could she see a future with this woman, what if she was ever to propose. Ona would surely laugh at the ring she could afford and what about the party and the holiday after, it would come down to Ona paying everything, how could she live with that.
Lucy looked around as she wandered around in Ona’s garden, or well, you would probably call it an estate. She sighed, see this was exactly what this was about. Ona was such an elegant woman coming from an amazing rich and decently behaved family. She was just a woman who liked sports, met the right people and worked hard to be able to start something up in London, her family was from the north. God she cringed at the idea of her family meeting Ona’s, they were… not elegant. Ona’s family would probably think she was dating a disgrace of a woman.
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Ona opened the email on her laptop, it was indeed an email from Marc, asking why she had invested in a building that barely brought anything up, calling it a bad investment, asking for the reason why she put it on the holding. Pleading Ona wasn’t starting to build a portfolio in B-tier buildings as a side income.
The business woman shook her head and downed her glass of wine, the she downed Lucy’s.
She closed her laptop, she would call the man later, it was probably best to not answer while she was feeling all these emotions.
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Ona leaned on the counter on her elbows for a long time, she didn’t feel anything anymore, she just wanted everything to be back like it had been a few hours ago. She stared out of the window, hoping to see Lucy come back.
.
It was starting to get dark now, Ona believed Lucy had been gone for about two hours. She was starting to get worried, well maybe not really, as Lucy was probably just walking around on the gated land she owned, but she did need to see her again. She felt the urge to kneel for her, beg for forgiveness, tell her she’ll do everything and anything she wanted right now and that having secrets was stupid, that Lucy was right about that.
She put the sandals on that were stood by the door and walked outside. She probably looked like a mess, she’d been crying for a while, she could even feel a headache coming up.
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After scavenging through the greenery for a good amount of time she neared the house that the two women lived in, the women who took care of her place when she was gone. She could hear their laughter and another wave of sadness washed over her, would Lucy ever forgive her, could she have a life like they have. She admired the couple, they seemed to be very happy with their life, Ona had get to know them through her company, a friend had recommended Ona and asked her if she could help them as a friend's favor, pro bono. They had wanted to buy a place with a lot of green, only their budget wasn’t that big. They became friends during the search for a good house and then Ona had come up with the idea, she gave them the house in that stood empty on her land, proposing to them to renovate it with their budget and they took care of the house, with a salary of course.
‘’I think it says enough that you think about wedding’’ Ona heard an Italian voice speaking English.
She squinted and saw 3 women sitting on a rocking bench infront of the house, did they have a visitor?
‘’Yeah but I just can’t get over the fact that I’ll never be on her level’’ She recognized Lucy’s voice, Lucy? Was lucy talking to them? ‘’every time she gives me something or buys things I could never afford I just feel so small’’.
‘’Yeah but that is then problem for you, no?’’ the other woman said, ‘’you feel small, but that is in your head, not because she buy things, it is maybe her only way she knows how to show love?’’.
‘’No’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’she’s also sweet and kind’’ she sighed again, ‘’and so amazingly beautiful, she shows love by telling me sweet things and doing stuff together too, I just, I can’t believe she would pick someone like me’’.
The women chuckled and said something to eachother in Italian.
‘’What?’’ Lucy said, now sobbing ‘’it is not funny, maybe you are right, that my stupid ego is in the way, but that would only confirm my point about her being crazy for picking someone like me’’.
Tears formed in the corners of Ona’s eyes, ‘’Luce!’’ she said, walking closer to the women that had their back towards her, ‘’you’re perfect’’.
The tree women turned around.
‘’I- i- ‘’ Lucy stood up and didn’t knew what to do with herself, ‘’how long have you been standing there?’’.
‘’Just now’’ Ona said honestly, ‘’I heard you say you were not on my level, I just couldn’t say anything because it broke my heart, sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, i-’’.
One of the Italian women chuckled, ‘’I will fill you in no worry-’’.
Lucy send her a shocked look, ‘’no I-‘’.
‘’-she wants to marry with you’’ the woman said with heavily accented English, but Ona understood loud and clear.
A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she looked at Lucy, but she kept her excitement contained. Lucy looked at the ground, making her question if it was really true. ‘’Luce?’’.
Lucy looked up with a blush, she felt so incredibly ashamed and she also held a teeny tiny bit of grudge about the whole building situation, but most of all she was so indescribable in love with the Catalan.
‘’We will have you alone, for talk’’ the other woman said, pulling her wife along. The wife seemed not to happy about that decision, wanting to know what would be said next, but she obeyed and they disappeared inside.
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‘’walk?’’ Ona tried, knowing Lucy loved to move and that it made things clearer in her head.
Lucy nodded.
‘’Can I say something first?’’ Ona asked, ‘’knowing she had been hugely in the wrong with her actions’’.
‘’mhm’’ Lucy said, now standing infront of Ona.
‘’I’m so so sorry’’ Ona said, ‘’you don’t have to accept my apologies’’ she took Lucy’s hand ‘’but you were right about the secret thing, I should’ve never done that, it doesn’t matter what my intentions were, I should’ve honored your wishes, the fact that I didn’t feel that I could tell you was enough of a sign that I knew deep down that it was not the right thing to do’’.
Ona looked at the hand she was holding, Lucy had accepted it, she hadn’t let it go… did that mean it was okay, that she’d be forgiven for this some day?
Lucy brought the hand up to her mouth, ‘’I love you’’ she said, before planting a kiss on it ‘’but if I’m feeling it correct there are two Italians staring out the window right now, so we should probably start walking’’.
Ona chuckled as she looked over Lucy’s shoulder and, indeed, started right at two women. They quickly pretended to be doing something, making her chuckle even more.
‘’yeah let’s walk’’.
..
They had gone to bed probably 4 o’clock in the morning, spending hours talking about their true feelings.
Lucy had opened up completely about all her insecurities, even confessing her mind sometimes even wondered off to a future where they would be married.
Ona had promised to never keep anything from Lucy anymore, she had told Lucy that she was going to put all the gym buildings on ‘BANO Property Holdings’ and write it over to Lucy’s name, for her to be the owner, declaring that she should never be afraid Ona was going to break up with her, but if that were to happen ‘’or’’ she said ‘’maybe I’ll die unexpectedly and then I’ll die happy because I’ll know you’ll be taken care off’’.
Lucy hadn’t liked her talking about her supposed dead, but she had accepted it, joking that Ona should put up a line in the contract about cheating.
The Spaniard had laughed, but had thought about it a second longer and thought it wasn’t a good idea, ‘’that would mean I still had power over you, I want your commitment and monogamy because you love me, not because you’d lose money if you didn’t’’.
This made Lucy tear up, she didn’t know how she deserved the perfect woman, but she was happy she was the one who get to be with her.
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One year later – Paris
@ Lucy Bronze: fuck Soph
@ Lucy Bronze: I forgot the ring and im at that dinner rn
@ Sophia: 😂 😂
@ Sophia: allright where did you keep it, should I get it for you?
@ Lucy Bronze: please
@ Lucy Bronze: youre a life safer
@ Lucy Bronze: it’s in the apartment, in my suitcase, in a smaller bag where my gym shoes are in
@ Sophia: u sure the apartment is clear 😂
@ Lucy Bronze: yes 🙄
@ Lucy Bronze: we are litt having dinner rn 🙄 🙄
@ Sophia: just making sure 😂
@ Sophia: okay I’ll text you when I’m omw
@ Lucy Bronze: ill make sure to eat really slow
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The End :)
Thanks for reading, i hope your brain doesn't hurt now. and i hope it was worth your time atleast a little bit <3
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emo!mingi
im writing something big rn but for the time being, i can’t get the fact that mingi is a certified! emo off of my mind… like ever….
it’s all i think about and as an emo/metal girlie myself, i can’t help but think about mingi fucking you to his personal horny emo/metal playlist.
bc i can guarantee he has one. like the man said one of his favourite songs was dance dance by fall out boy??? like i can just imagine him taking the lyrics to that song a little too personally, stripping you bare on his mattress, putting you on your front and kissing down your naked spine. pete wentz was sooo right when he wrote that song… mingi does want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with him…
and i’m sorry, if that man ever listens to death of peace of mind by bad omens??? oh that man would be DONE. FINISHED!! because how is he supposed to hear that song without you popping into his head. memories of him folding you in half as he fucks into you, mascara tears streaming down your face as you cry out for him. chanting his name over and over again like a mantra… it’s like that song was written about you.
and that man has eaten you out one too many times to K.M.B by nova twins… he gets so pussy drunk and just goes dumb between your legs while the music degrades him and calls him out for what he really is. there really isn’t much going on between his eyes once he gets even a hint of your pussy juices. literally turns into a pretty puppy that exists solely for your pleasure, and you’re okay with that…
and i just know that this man goes fucking i n s a n e when he hears the first note of a deftones song. imagine him listening to my own summer (shove it) and just ramming into you. he’d have you pinned down as he almost completely loses himself, thrusting hard and sensual, trying so desperately to hold on to his last thread of sanity. trying so hard not to snap completely and let himself go absolutely feral on you. he wants to, so bad actually, but for the sake of you being able to walk the next day, he holds back… barely.
but like, we also know this man is a giggly baby half the time. like he’s such a princess and i refuse to believe that every single time you have sex with him, he’s completely serious. like imagine he’s trying to be but then the playlist switches songs and it’s a fucking limp bizkit song or something. like it just switches the mood entirely because how is he supposed to fuck you when fred durst is singing rollin’ directly in his ear. like you’re not telling me this man won’t collapse on top of you in a fit of giggles, rigid dick still pressed inside of you as he tries to contain his laughter in your ear. and you just slap his shoulder or something because what the fuck is LIMP BIZKIT doing in his sex playlist?!?!?!?
i’m so sorry, but emo mingi DOES THINGS TO ME!!!!! like it’s all i can think about at any given point in time and i need people to understand that this is my roman empire!!!
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whoever requested the sub lyney thing i am so in love w u ALSO UR WRITING IS AMAZING litch rally all i can think abt rn
lyney is def like. a cocky sub tho like he’s a little feisty idk !!???! like he starts off all confident and then he just. falls apart over time… idk he lives in my brain i swear
nsfw sub!lyney + gn!reader, reader is kind of mean (not really at all), brat lyney turned cockwhore, cock can be referred to as a strap :]
THANK YOUUUU TYSM UR TOO SWEET!!! i can't tell if i strayed a bit off the request here but i hope it's okay nonetheless🤞🏻it's my favourite thing to put boys in their places so this was so fun to write, tysm for the req anon!!! <3
lyney is definitely the type of sub to test his partner's patience and bring them to their breaking point instead of being obedient because, what's the fun in that?
he always acts so confident, both in and out of the bedroom—putting on a show for anyone who has the pleasure of being around him. you know he's not always like that; you'd seen the ways he'd beg for you to let him cum, seen how he'd fall apart from things such as soft grinding or needy kisses.
that's why you just let him carry out his act.
lyney was naturally clingy, but the way his touches seemed to linger for a second too long, or fall lower than they were supposed to, you could tell he was trying to rile you up. he'd been at it all day; fingers dancing over your chest moments after you'd woken up, teasing remarks to make you flush in front of your friends, hands gripping hard on your hips when you stood, and squeezing your thighs when you sat. you put up with all of it though, letting the cockiness go to his head so you could watch him crumble underneath you once you finally got him alone.
lyney had to force back a grin when you'd stormed into the house later that day, not a word from your lips as he smirked and happily followed you around as if taunting you till you made it to the bedroom. he'd giggled when you'd practically thrown him on the bed, tongue pressing against your cheek at the smug expression painted over the magician's face.
you weren't mad per say; lyney was just naturally feisty and way too cocky, so all of his taunts and tricks were nothing by now. but he got a thrill off of seeing your reactions and watching you snap.
so what can you say really? he was asking for it.
"good fucking boy." you growl, your hips pistoning slow and harsh into him. lyney's moaning, crying out against the sheets as you hold him down, knocking the breath from him with every thrust. "see? 's not that hard to be a doll and listen, is it?"
lyney's constant stream of moans echo around the room, unable to answer you whether you wanted him to or not. he's too fucked out, cries spilling from his pretty parted lips with every drag of your cock. he's too weak to grab the sheets, fingers clawing at the material. he's so perfect like this—nothing like the usual overconfident, charming character everyone sees him to be; all completely at your mercy and squirming underneath you.
your fingers tighten in his messy hair, his once pretty braid now loose and falling out, and you lift his head from the sheets. lyney whines, high and needy, volume so much louder now he was no longer pressed against the bed. your hips don't slow, rather they pick up a little in pace and lyney has to hold himself up with his arms to stop himself from collapsing on to the sheets.
"what's happened, doll? can't talk?" lyney can feel your smirk just from your tone alone. you fold your body over his back, thrusting deep into him and he whimpers, "have i fucked you dumb?"
letting you wrap your hand around his throat, you make him tilt his head back as much as he can to look at you. his eyes glaze over with nothing but needy tears, pants falling from his constantly parted lips with every drag of your cock and how you handle him so easily into such positions. lyney doesn't answer you, but if the moans dropping from his tongue with every hard thrust told you anything, it was that you had fucked him dumb.
lyney's brain is practically empty, pretty dumb whimpers leaving his throat and he can't form any words; especially when you pull out just so the tip of your cock stays inside before dragging him back onto you with such ease. especially when the fingers around his throat find his open mouth and stuff his needy throat full, shutting him up even though his moans bleed past your digits. and especially after he finishes, head blanking and eyes rolling back into his head as you continue to fuck him through his orgasm, letting him know that this is what he deserves.
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