#| &. victoria / principessa

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𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋

sfw headcanon | Enzo, Theodore, Mattheo, Draco

「 ✦ Headcanon about how their girlfriends would smell, what they would use + their reaction to it. ✦ 」

words: 1,2k

aesthetic: 🛁🧴🧖🏼‍♀️🧺🫧

Enzo:

coconut ☁️🥥🧴🌴🐚

haircare; coconut milk shampoo & conditioner by ogx

bodycare; coco cabana body wash and body cream by sol de janeiro

perfume/bodyspray; coco cabana body spray by sol de janeiro and coconut passion by Victorias Secret

It all began when you and the Slytherin Gang would chill in your common room late at night. Your sister had send you a package with some new products from the muggle world form a brand you really liked. You let yourself fall back into the couch where your boyfriend Enzo pulled you between his legs, so your back was against his chest. Not even a minute after he smelled your hair and his eyes widened as if he just pulled a line of coke he asked, "Baby, what is it that your hair smells so good?" He starts sniffing your hair like a dog and you giggle, your cheeks blushing. "My sister sent this to me the other day. A few products from the muggle world that I wanted to try. It's the brand I told you about a few days ago." He tried to listen to you but was totally consumed by the new smell. "Here, smell this." you grin and hold your arm in front of his nose. "What is– oh god damn.." The smell of coconut made it's way through his nose right to his brain. "It's a new body lotion and two body spray's I mixed so–" But before you could finish your sentence he pulled you with him up from the couch and pushed you towards his dorm. "Uhu you can tell me all about it once I'm ready with you."

Theodore:

pistachio & salted caramel 🍂🌞🍯🌰🧸

bodycare: body lotion and wash nr. 62 by sol de janeiro

lips: salted caramel lip balm by rhode skin

perfume/bodyspray: bodyspray nr. 62 by sol de janeiro or Casablanca Swiss Arabian perfume

His obsession with your smell started when you came back from your summer holiday's with your parents in the muggle world. You showed him what you brought back there, doing a little haul in front of him and your friends. They knew how much you loved to show the your new things every time you got back so they sat there and listened to your happy voice. "Oh and I almost forgot! I got these new things from a brand called 'sol de Janeiro' it's supposed to smell like pistachio and salted caramel. It's smells delicious really." You handed the items around and your friends smelled on the lotions and sprays. They all told you how good and yummy it smelled, smiling at the scent. When they finally passed it to your boyfriend, he took a smell and his eyes widened immediately. "Oh Mia cara this smells— oh dio aiutami." He pulled you closer to him and sprayed the bodyspray on your skin, waiting a few seconds before it dry's and he pulls your arm in front of his nose. "Oh principessa, this smells even more devine on your skin." "I'm glad you like it, Teddy." you smile at him and giggle. He puts more on you, on your bare legs, your arms, your chest and neck. "Baby we need to go." he suddenly urges and try's to pull you away from your friends who look knowingly at your boyfriend. He leans down to your ear and whispers into it, "It turns me on so fucking much sweetheart. And If you don't come with me right now I'm gonna take you over this couch."

Mattheo:

vanilla 🍦☁️🧁🧸🍨

bodycare: vanilla shea butter body wash and body lotion by dove

lips: laneige vanilla sleeping mask

perfume/bodyspray: Vanilla 28 perfume by kayali and Vanilla bodyspray by Victorias Secret

Mattheo really tried his best to be a good shopping partner but after the hundreth shop you walked through, he barely could comprehend anything you said. "Oh look a drugstore! I need a few new things. I wanna change my scent." His eyebrows shot up. "New scent? In like, new perfume?" You nodded your head and walked inside, your eyes already on a few products. "Yes and also my showering routine has to change so the smell matched the perfume." he looked at you in confusion. What do you mean your shower routine has to change? Just shower, right? "Hmm I'm thinking since it's getting a bit colder I'm gonna go for something less fruity." You browse through the shelves of the store until you find something to fill your basket. "And?" he asked lazily, looking at the new items. "Vanilla." you proudly smile at him, taking one of the bottles and opening the cap. "Here, smell it." You hold it in front of his nose and he takes a little sniff, his face soon changing into utterly confusion. "Wait–" he mumbles when you're about to pull the bottle away. He takes it out of your hand and smells it again, then the rest in your basket. "Oh baby, If you're gonna smell like this I'm eating you up as soon as you leave the shower." he smirks at you. You roll your eyes but can't help the giggle that leaves your mouth. "What are you doing?" you question your boyfriend when he starts walking through the store on his own. "Finding more of this vanilla stuff!"

Draco:

fruity 🍊🍋🌞✨🍹

haircare: mehr shampoo and conditioner by rituals

bodycare: mehr body scrub, shower foam and dry oil by rituals

perfume/bodyspray: body mist mehr by rituals or orange soleia by guerlain

Draco couldn't understand what got you so obsessed with muggle things until you showed him your newest treasure. "So you've been in this dirty muggle world to buy what? Showergel?"he mocks you a bit when he sees all of your new stuff spread around you on the bed. You roll your eyes at him and scoff. "Oh don't be so grumpy Dray, this smells really good. You'll love it." He sighs and sits down at the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning all of the products. "Looks pretty.." he admits in a quiet mumble but you still heard it. "I know! It's on the more luxury side and like a whole new brand! It's supposed to smell like orange and sandalwood." "Sandalwood? You wanna smell like a forest?" "Dracooo stop mocking me, please. Try it and tell me how you like it, seriously." You pull off the cap of your new bodyspray and spritz it on your wrist, holding it in front of his nose. You studied his face to see a reaction, but nothing. "Draco? Don't you like it? I chose something fruity because I know you li–" but before you could finish your sentence, you were pulled up from your bed. "Dray, what are you doing?" "We're gonna take a shower, right now." "Oh so you like the stuff from 'the dirty muggle world', huh?" Now you were the one who mocked him and made him roll his eyes but in his opinion it was worth it. "Yeah yeah, we'll see who's gonna laugh when I am ready with you, darling." And just like that your smile dropped to your panties.

sooo this is something different let me know If you liked it ☁️✨

also got inspired by a post from @ahqkas and how Theodore would love your vanilla scent. 🍦

+ i swear the rituals of mehr is SO freaking good! I worked at a rituals shop and it‘s so worth it 🍊

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[pjisskullourful]

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴

📳 Thomas × reader

NSFW 🔥 smuttastic nastiness, the word dildo makes 9 appearances

° Thomas Raggi/female reader insert

wordcount::: 6,507

° this is the longest your boyfriend has been away on tour. theres missing him, but theres also missing how you feel when hes around [june 2024]

° commissioned by dat boi jace(@punk-gremlin) 💋 always freak being matched [commissions are back!! there is 1 in cue, secure your spot here]

° [ITA:] principessa: princess - eccellente: excellent - cucciolo: puppy

You had been waiting to hear from Thomas all day, and into the night. You had willed the hours to go by quicker so you could get to the point of the night where he was back at the hotel.

You needed your boyfriend to brighten up at least one part of your day. Because it felt like literally everyone was having a better day than you.

Of course Thomas the fucking rockstar was having a day so much more exciting than yours. That was typical, it wasn’t a surprise to envy the things he was doing.

But even your friends (who you would, non-derogatorily, refer to as regular people) were giving you reasons to be jealous. Looking on social media had left you feeling lower than usual. Your friends were having postcard-perfect summer days. 

Taking the Polaroid to the beach was a great idea, Angie had captioned the carousel of photos she had uploaded. They showed her and her boyfriend, bathed in the sun’s glow as they relaxed by the ocean. There were photos of them kissing and him showing off a sandcastle.

Elsewhere, Matt had been bragging about how his day had begun - the warmer weather allowing him to incorporate a swim into his ridiculously-early workout. Bria and her new girlfriend had worn cute sundresses to go get gelato. Other friends were posting about a double date at a seafood restaurant.

Everybody was making the most of the season, except for you. With your day free from work, you had been too tired to make plans. So you just stayed at home, moping about your boyfriend’s absence.

You wished that you had a day worthy of sharing. Instead you were feeling how much your jealousy could feed the insecure side of yourself, leading its voice to grow louder.

As you had thought about Thomas’ better day, you had populated it with the people he was likely to see. You thought about the other famous names that accompanied Måneskin in these festival line-ups. He had so much access to people with extraordinarily glamorous and fun lifestyles.

And where famous musicians went, gorgeous women rarely weren’t far behind. Whether they were part of an entourage or an enthusiastic interviewer, there was no chance of him not interacting with beautiful women. Women who looked like Victoria - but unlike his bandmate, they didn’t know or care about your existence as his girlfriend.

You knew that Thomas was loyal and dedicated to you - he had proven this repeatedly in the seven months of your relationship. You never doubted this when you were around him.

But the past month of distance had done something to your head. Your logic wasn’t as secure, it took an atypical amount of effort to access it. Negative thoughts were easier to find and get attached to. In the time that you had been a couple, he had never been gone for such a long time. And as much as you tried to avoid complaining about this unchangeable fact - it was definitely having an affect on you.

Things didn’t feel as simple and okay as they did when he was at home. You felt bothered that your relationship didn’t look like what other people had. Was this an insecurity you had ever had before? Either way, it was here and it was insistent.

An entire day of comparing yourself to other people (both known to you and not) had left you feeling decidedly grumpy.

You wanted Thomas as a distraction. But you also wanted the reaffirmation of your connection, you needed to feel it wholly, until you forgot about the physical distance.

The sound of his voice coming through your phone’s speaker was a huge relief. And this was different to getting a voice note or Snapchat from him during the day. This was guaranteed to not be over quickly. He wasn’t grabbing a five-minute break between rockstar duties.

Now that he was back at the hotel for the night, separated from any distractions or responsibilities, you were his priority. This helped to improve your mood (you weren’t back to feeling like your normal self straight away, but it was a good start).

The first order of business for this call was for each of you to say how much you were missing the other. It was practically a ritual at this point. None of these words were new, but their truth needed to be expressed.

Then he wanted to know how your day had been. He would tell you about his concert afterwards. He put touching base with you first. You liked the sense of importance this made you feel (why was it so hard to access this on your own?).

Like someone selecting only the best moments for a post on Instagram, you didn’t tell him about your bad mood. You didn’t talk about how your warped perceptions had cast a negative light on a lot of the day.

Instead you told him about all of the relaxing you had done. You had finally gotten the chance to begin reading a book purchased about two months ago..

Then you talked about some more of the things that you had unpacked. It had been six weeks since the two of you had moved into this apartment and all of the important things had been removed from boxes. But the office still stored about eight boxes, framed and sentimental things of his, books of yours that you weren’t sure there was shelf-space for.

And, as you had discovered today, a little cache of fidget devices. You told him about the multiple toys that you had found - two different coloured fidget cubes, a hand roller, a chew necklace and some magnetic fidget rings. All of these had been relocated to the living room.

Thomas was the first partner who had never complained or made comments about how strange your fidgeting was. Because he was a fidgeter as well.

On your first date you had explained any seemingly random clicking that he heard away as coming from the fidget cube resting in your lap. To your surprise, this hadn’t prompted confusion. He knew exactly what you were talking about, you hadn’t needed to demonstrate the object for him.

Instead he had excitedly taken out his car keys, showing you the toy that he took everywhere with him. Attached via keyring was a metal ring, covered in an uncountable amount of smaller rings, that could be spun endlessly.

That had put you at ease faster than typical on a first date. You had so easily come across a common ground. With your trademark flouting of societal norms, you had (at the dinner table) shared with him a joke about how the ultimate fidget toy was a pussy. He had laughed so hard that his face had turned bright red as he almost choked on the water he was swallowing, you didn’t regret the joke for a second.

When moving in together, you had determined that your individual collections could be merged. The best place was in front of the television, a dedicated tub to house all of the toys.

“You didn’t have to unpack any more boxes, principessa.” He told you, his voice taking on a gentle tone. “I wasn’t expecting you to. And I truly don’t mind if you want to wait ‘til I’m there to help.”

“It’s alright, I just did a little bit. I didn’t get overwhelmed, not at all.” You were pleased to tell him.

“That’s my girl, always making autism her bitch.” He said.

He loved to help you keep track of any and all victories. Especially when it came to you going back to things that had bested you in the past. He never minded slowing things down to help you find a new approach that would help you avoid getting overstimulated or overwhelmed.

“So they’re in the tub with the other fidgets. How many cubes are in there now?” He asked. “It’s gotta be a million.”

“Relax, it’s only nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight cubes.” You joked.

“Oh, what a perfectly reasonable amount.” He said with just a hint of sarcasm. “So, you put on a sexy dress and purple lipstick to unpack?”

You paused, caught off-guard by the change in subject. “Huh, what?”

Then it occurred to you what he was talking about, what was unexpectedly on his mind). He was referring back to the photos you had posted to Instagram earlier today.

What do you mean you don’t match your dress to the exact shade of your lipstick? You had captioned the four photos. You had bought the short, casual dress earlier this week. It wasn’t until you got it home that you had realised the colour of the material was almost identical to a shade of purple lipstick you owned.

Trying the new item on to check how it fit hadn’t been enough - you applied the lipstick as well.

You hadn’t had Thomas around to show off to. And in the mirror, you had seen some things worth showing off. You liked how the shade of purple complimented your skin-tone. You thought the cut of the dress had made your cleavage look great.

That feeling of confidence had been glorious, something that you had wanted to capture. While your mood had been one worth celebrating, you had taken photos of yourself.

This had been a substitute for what you truly wished you could do: bottle up the feeling. If only you could have it more often.

“No, those photos are from yesterday. I just didn’t get around to posting them ‘til this morning.” You explained to Thomas.

“Oh, that makes sense.” He said. “That dress looks really good on you. I told you that, right? Because if I haven’t, I can tell you right now. You’re so damn gorgeous and your body and- mmm, you make me so homesick.”

You smiled, probably your biggest of the day. His words could cut through the noisy bullshit in your mind.

He had left you a cute compliment under the photos. But in the privacy of your inbox, he had been less restrained about his feelings.

Those pics you just posted, he began, finishing his thought with a series of emojis. A follow-up message had quickly come through: Stop being so sexy when you aren’t close enough for me to touch. Some flirting had come after this, each of you sharing some ideas of how you would mark his homecoming.

Maybe it could have gone further. But he had to leave his phone behind while he did soundcheck.

Now you realised that talk was just a prelude to the conversation that you were having right now.

“You can keep telling me about it.” You said. You rolled onto your side, your eyes going to the framed photo of the two of you on the nightstand. He was smiling for the camera while you kissed him on the cheek, your hand rested on the low point of where he had started to button his white shirt. You wondered what he was currently wearing.

“You’re so sexy and I’m just still so obsessed with your body. You truly have no idea because I’m not smart enough to have all of the words to tell you about it.” He said.

“Thomas.” You lightly scolded him. “You’re very smart.”

His response began with a sarcastic laugh. “Not when I’m looking at you. There isn’t much blood going to my brain, if you know what I mean.”

You felt like you wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for a while and your heart was beating faster. “If I say that I don’t know what you mean, will you explain it to me?”

“I’m horny for you, principessa.” He declared and his sudden, impassioned raising of his voice made you giggle. And still he had more to say. “When I tell you that I’m obsessed with your body, it’s because I literally couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. After I saw those photos, they were the only thing I could think about. Even when I was on stage, every time that I shut my eyes the photos were there, reminding me how much I’m missing ‘cause I’m away from home.”

“Really?” You asked as you heard the whispers of your insecurities continuing. “You really thought about me and my photos that much?”

“Fuck yes I did.” He said. “Who else would I think about?”

As his enthusiasm got his voice louder, your lingering negative emotions saw you speaking softer. Your thoughts went to overly-friendly models and other blue-tick-verified hotties. But you kept that to yourself, you didn’t want this quality time with him to become about all the ways you lacked confidence.

“I dunno.” You said.

“I kept going back to this one thought: your legs, and picturing what they would look like wrapped around me.” He said. “And that was a very powerful image to have in my mind, it had some lasting effects on me.”

“Damn, Tommy…” You sighed, looking at the photo as you wished you could be looking into his eyes as he said these things.

“You believe me, don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, course I do.” You said. Unfortunately you believed two things at once, still knowing that he could do better than you.

“Then how come you sound so…?” He trailed off and you imagined his hand gesturing through the air, completing the question this way.

Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew what he was getting at. “I dunno. Maybe I’m more tired than I realised.”

“Do you wanna go to sleep?” He asked.

“No, I wanna keep talking to you.” You asserted. “Been waiting all day for this.”

“Me too. I’ve been waiting all day to tell you about how amazing you are.” He said. “Do you know how crazy I am about you?”

“I’m crazy about you, too.” You said, hoping that putting your energy into showering him with compliments would give you the distraction that you needed. “It blows my mind that someone as incredible, beautiful, talented, funny as you could be mine, Thomas.”

“I am yours.” He said, how seriously he meant this could be heard in every syllable. “Are you mine?”

“Yes, every part of me.” You mentally added more to this sentence. …for better or worse.

“Good, ‘cause absolutely no one can make me feel like you do.” He said. “When I wanna jerk off, I do it to the stuff you put up on Instagram. I’ve never had this in a relationship before, but I literally can’t watch porn anymore.”

Your mouth opened, even though you didn’t have anything to say presently. His words were hitting you on a deeper level, arousing different reactions inside you.

“It isn’t as effective as you. It can’t work me up even half as much as you can.” He said. “And I would be embarrassed admitting that to anyone else, any other girls that I’ve dated. But I want you to know ‘cause I want- I wish that I could make you feel how much I want you, how much I love you.”

It had crept up on you. You hadn’t noticed yourself getting turned on. But now you could feel that burn. Upon acknowledging it, you didn’t think that you would be able to go back to ignoring this arousal.

“How would you make me feel it?” You asked.

“Oh, principessa…”

He was the first person who had ever used that specific nickname with you. And ever since the first use you had trusted that he meant it. He so sincerely treated you like royalty, like something so precious and so worthy of spoiling.

Sometimes he added the word my to your title. You liked that just as much, taking his desire to possess you as the compliment that it was.

“I talked about your legs in those pics, but do you know what else I’m staring at? Your tits. They fill up that dress so perfectly.” He said and over the faded material of your shirt, you ran your hand across the swell of one of your tits. “I miss how those gorgeous things feel in my hands.”

You guided your hand down this curve, with some more pressure this time. “I miss feeling your hands.”

“Are you touching them for me?” He asked. And it was an almost-physical switch from the earlier mood of this conversation.

But you could keep up with it. You rolled onto your back and pushed your hand under your shirt. “Yes, I am.”

He made a soft moaning noise. “I like that.”

You caressed all over your breasts, feeling how hot the skin already was as your heart got to racing again. You wanted to indulge more in this lust and you lightly dragged your nails across this supple flesh.

With a throaty sigh he said your name. “If I were there, I would have my lips all over those nipples. I bet they’re nice and hard for me.”

You squeezed your thighs together as you put your fingers to one of the firm nipples, it was surrounded by keenly pebbled skin. “You win that bet.”

“That’s good, that’s so, so, so good.” He cooed. “The way that I wanna be sucking on your nipples right now, it’s- well, it’s more of a need. I need to have your nipples in my mouth. Your perfect, pretty, princess nipples.”

“That would make me so wet.” You confessed, already aware of the extra heat currently inside of your underwear.

“Well, that’s what I want.” He said. “Do you wanna do something for me?”

“Of course.” You answered immediately (running on desires, like you currently were, eliminated most of your need to thoroughly think things through).

“Can you get your nipple clamps out? The ones that are shaped like tiny pegs, with the connecting chain.” He said and you had no issue with mentally locating exactly what he was talking about.

“Yeah, I can do that.” You said, sitting up.

You didn’t have to get off of the bed to gain access to the sex toys, you just leaned down to open the bottom drawer of the nightstand. You found the thin silver chain lying amongst the many other objects that populated this compartment. You picked it up, the crocodile-style clamps coming free.

“Make sure they aren’t set too tight before you put them on. I know you like it best when something hurts, but I want you to work up to that, okay?” He said.

You removed your shirt before you checked each clamp’s tiny screw pin. You made his requested change, unscrewing as far as the mechanism would allow.

“Okay.” You said as you laid flat on your back. You opened one of the clamps and lined its PVC-padded tips up to your left nipple. Gradually you relaxed your hold, until the prongs were gripping onto your firm nipple. You bit down on your bottom lip, somewhat muffling the sound you couldn’t help making as this sharp pinching sensation registered clearly at your core.

He heard it anyway. “Is that one, or both of them?”

Your hand trembled as you held the unattached clamp, starting to get it close to your other nipple. “One.”

“Be a good girl and clamp both of those nipples for me.” He said and you became aware of some quiet sounds on his end of the line, suggesting some activity. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to get out something to help me take care of myself. ‘Cause, like I said earlier, your new photos had lasting effects on me.”

Maybe if you weren’t experiencing such grand reactions to your own stimulant, you would have been able to guess which sex toy he was getting for himself. You knew exactly which devices he had packed into his suitcase. But there was absolutely no clarity in your thoughts currently.

You whimpered when your other nipple was treated to the squeeze of the clamp. You swallowed, trying to settle into this elevated state of reactivity.

“They’re both on now.” You said, unable to keep the shakiness out of your voice.

“Great work. You’re doing well for me.” He said.

The smile had returned to your face, with the adrenaline pumping the lust so quickly through your system, taking you over. You could only take in short and fast breaths, you keenly awaited what he decided would be next. You loved giving almost all of your control over to him.

“Imagining how you look right now… it’s got me, like, unbelievably hard.” He said and you could hear how his breathing was starting to get laboured.

You whimpered as enticing and obscene images made themselves prominent in your mind - the potential that had led to such sublime experiences in the past. Your whole body pulsed with need for those same heights.

“I wish I could be there to take care of you. You deserve it, you’ve been working so hard.” You said.

“I wish that I had you right here, too.” He said. “But that’s how I feel twenty-four-seven, anyways.”

The pressure on your nipples had you feeling so focused, you were intensely tuned into your body. And so those loud thoughts lost their prominence. You heard what he said and that was enough for you, a simple but powerful confirmation.

“Thomas, I love you.” You said, giving a voice to the most important thought in your head.

“I love you too.” His response was instant. “I want you to tighten those clamps for me. Just one twist for now, okay?”

Your eyes went down to the fixed pegs as you took in a shaky breath. The excitement made you squeeze your thighs tighter together.

During previous uses, the two of you had determined that it took five complete turns of the screws to get the clamps to their tightest hold. That was when their effects couldn’t possibly be ignored, an extraordinarily amount of blood flying into the area. That was the kind of intensity that made your cunt drip.

You put your fingers to the left screw. “One twist.” You were careful in how you turned the screw, making sure you didn’t go too far.

“Good girl.” He said as you felt your heart pounding faster. “I love how obedient you can be. You’re just so, so, so good for me.”

Once both screws were tightened, you released a breath you hadn’t noticed yourself holding. Your body was dominated by tingles, all of the potential dazzling you.

“Are you touching yourself for me?” You asked.

“Just a little.” He said. “I’ve got the lube and my fleshlight here, but I haven’t started with those yet. I’m just teasing myself over my underwear…” You rubbed your thighs together, imagining the sight. “A little tease because I don’t wanna rush any of this. I wanna take my time and make it last, I’ve gotta really enjoy this moment with my princess.”

You smiled, savouring the way his voice sounded breathier now. It was one of those subtle changes that only you got to have in your ear.

“Do you want me to get a toy, too?” You asked.

“That sounds good. And I get to pick?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

The two of you didn’t keep to a strict dynamic, not staying in firm characters, preferring to play around when it came to stuff like that. Sometimes you liked to indulge your more submissive side, trusting how he would handle you in these situations. Turning your brain off and giving all control over to him could be everything that you needed, liberating you beyond your wildest dreams. He was incredibly sexy in the moments where he was bossy - their rarity making you treasure them all the more.

“Let’s have the same amount of toys. I want you to get a dildo, I don’t care which one you pick.” He said.

You were smiling as you went back to the bottom draw. You could hear his breathing still coming through the phone, keeping you company, almost like he was looking over your shoulder.

You picked up a teal dildo, one that you knew was close to the same length as your boyfriend.

“I got one.” You said, lying down and getting comfortable.

“Eccellente.” He said. “I’m gonna tell you when and how I want you to use it, okay?”

“You’re gonna tease me, aren’t you?” You asked.

“Hey, don’t pout like you don’t enjoy it when there’s a big build-up. Now, give those clamps one more twist, I want my princess to be really feeling it.” He said.

You laid the dildo at your side, returning your fingers to the screws, one at a time. Your gut clenched and a promising warmth enveloped your entire body. You greeted this slight increase with a whimper, giving him a glimpse of what you were feeling. With this being the current focal point, it made the squeezing effect seem all the more significant.

“Fuck.” He hissed, it felt like an extra reward. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

You gave your hips a little wiggle, just wishing that you could do more. “Yeah, all that rock ‘n’ roll isn’t allowed to make you deaf, ‘cause I have so many more noises to make for you.”

“Lucky me.” He said.

“Well fuck, I’ve made a damn good mess of my underwear now.” You said, the damp material against your skin was getting harder to ignore.

“You’re still wearing panties?” He asked.

“Yeah. Oops.”

“Well you have to take them off, right now.” He said, it was an action you were already completing. “I can’t believe you still had them on.”

“It slipped my mind. I’m not used to taking them off myself, usually there’s this horny guy that does it for me.” You teased.

“This horny guy is gonna start lubing up his fleshlight.” He said. “Maybe you could introduce that dildo to your wet pussy.” You picked the toy up, not needing any further incentive. “Not inside yet…”

You steadied yourself. “Gotta do the teasing, I know.”

“It’s gonna feel so good, you know it will.” He said.

You parted your thighs and moved the toy down, sliding its smooth side against your labia majora. Briefly, you missed the feeling of heat from his dick.

But then you angled the toy so that its tip could move between your folds, pressing harder with it until you stopped thinking about what you missed. The more pressure that you applied with the up-down motion, made your thoughts float away. Their significance dwindled as you got invested in this feeling of your cunt finally getting attention.

You panted heavier than before when you guided the silicone tip to your clitoris. The keen nerve-endings responded with such an enticing zing that you couldn’t get yourself to move the dildo away at once. Your chest swelled, making you notice the clamps more. It was a tantalising cocktail that fed right to your core.

“Good girl.” He moaned, only adding to your great sense of need. “You’re such a good girl, get yourself feeling so amazing for me.”

You didn’t say anything back, just letting him hear your shaky inhales and heavy exhales. At the same time you were hearing a new noise from the speaker of your phone. It wasn’t entirely new to you, its wet quality immediately unlocking memories (very pleasing memories to reflect on). His dick was getting slick with lubricant.

As you imagined how the light was catching on his member, you pushed your toy down. Passing it between your labia minora, you let more of the length get lubricated by you.

“I’m gonna use a decent amount of lube, so that you can hear what I’m doing, hear my strokes. ‘Cause I want you to match me.” He said, his voice husky over more noises of the lubricant being applied. “I want us to fuck at the same speed.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, you were nodding your head, your toes starting to curl in anticipation. “Mm-hmm.”

“It doesn’t have to be exact, I’m not gonna be a perfectionist about it. But just try to copy what you hear, and then it will be close… it’s gonna be more like when we’re actually having sex.”

“Mm-hmm, yeah, I wanna do it like that, Tommy.” You said, feeling how hard and fast your heartbeat was coming in.

“That’s my good girl, my perfect princess.” He said. “Start teasing the tip in. Don’t go further than that. Yes, I’m still teasing you.” You gave a whimper in response, beginning to move the dildo as instructed. “Just get the tip in…” You heard his quick inhale. “That’s what I’m doing…”

You maintained your control over the toy as you felt the new pressure of your lips being eased apart. It could have slipped in absolutely effortlessly, but you only took about an inch in.

“You might need to put your phone down now. ‘Cause I want you to tighten those clamps one more.” He said and you took it away from your ear, considering the illuminated screen as another word from him came through. “One.”

You used your thumb to hit the button that would switch it to speaker-phone mode, then you set the device down on the pillow next to your head. “Okay.”

To the sounds of his slicked cock continuing to be worked by his toy, you gave each of the screws another turn. The increased pinch raised the stakes for you, the feeling registering through most of your sensitive body. Especially in your cunt, your walls clenching around nothing, while craving so much.

“Okay.” You said, noticing how you couldn’t stop paying attention to your nipples. Now you could feel your pulse in them, the attentive peaks positively throbbing in every second, the sensation in the forefront of your mind.

“Good girl.” He told you. “But don’t let them get painful. ‘Cause I’m not there to kiss your nipples better if they get hurt.”

“I know.” You said.

“You don’t know it like I do.” He said.

You furrowed your brow. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I think about your nipples and how incredibly far from my mouth they are way more than you’re thinking about it.” He explained.

“Yep, you’re definitely winning that competition.” You said.

“Should we go deeper?” He asked.

You reaffirmed your hold on the toy’s base. “Mm-hmm, I’m ready for it.”

“Okay, take that cock deeper for me.” He said.

You didn’t rush the length between your walls. You knew that you had enough time to ease it in, letting the tip gradually reach deeper, spreading you open in the process. Instantly your cunt clung to it, all of your anticipation ready to spill over.

The wet noises consistently coming from his end of the call allowed you a very clear mental picture of what he was doing. The immersive images kept you smiling, the butterflies in your stomach multiplying.

“I can hear you.” You told him.

His response began with a moan. “Yeah, you like how that sounds?”

“Fuck yeah.” You said, your eyes shut as you started to identify something of a rhythm to his erotic noises. You noticed the slight pauses, which separated one motion from another. You were certain that the fleshlight was being stroked up-and-down his member.

His voice was even more restrained when you heard it next and you imagined his chest puffed out as more composure was sacrificed.

“It feels better than it sounds.”

“I wish I could feel it.” You said, his noises were so familiar and so close to being real for you.

You attempted to recreate the rhythm that you heard through the phone’s speaker. You withdrew the dildo, the tip travelling almost to your entrance. You waited for his quick pause to finish, plunging your toy all the way in when you heard his next wet stroke.

“I wish you were feelin’ it, too. I wish I could be fucking you, fucking that masterpiece of a body.” He said through other strangled noises - all of these hints of his lust were a feast for you.

“Fuck that toy like it is me.” You requested.

When you heard his pauses diminishing because he was picking up the pace of his strokes, you were quick to copy him. You thrusted the toy faster, feeling your inner-walls grow more sensitive in response to this more insistent treatment.

Everything was falling into place for you, this tempo serving the deep need burning inside. You could get addicted to this perfect cycle of your body’s every response granting you another reward.

You knew which moves to make, there wasn’t any thinking currently required of you. You raised your knees as you spread your thighs further apart. At the same time as you were planting the soles of your feet on the mattress, you tilted your pelvis, providing your toy with a whole new angle. You kept copying his tempo, his breathless whispering of your name floating out of the speaker.

“Mm, oh guh-...” You murmured as you started to move your hips to this rhythm.

You lifted your ass from the bed so you could swing yourself up, getting closer to the hand controlling your toy. Your other hand grabbed up some of the bedsheets as you gave more to this effort, which was rewarding you superbly. You felt the impacts of the dildo more, the way that it glided so deep into you felt better-and-better, a perfect escalation taking you to the threshold of how much you could take.

Before the bliss could make you float too far away, he spoke. He said your name with some more firmness in his tone, which made you pay immediate attention even amongst the intoxicating rush that dominated your body.

“How about twisting those clamps once more?” He asked, making your heart leap into your throat with the realisation that he was getting you to the second highest intensity that this device had to offer. “Could you do that for me, principessa?”

“Yes.” You couldn’t get your voice above a whisper.

This forced you to still your hips as your focus relocated. You pushed the dildo more than halfway in, hoping your cunt would hold it in place for you.

There were tremors in your fingers until they reached the tiny screws. You looked down, watching what you did as you felt the sensation get more intense in your right nipple, then the left. You gritted your teeth as the tension set on the edge of crippling you.

“Holy fuh…” You panted as you lethargically got to working the toy dick inside of you again. “That feels really amazing. I-I think you’re getting me close.”

“That’s perfect, that’s so perfect.” He said.

“You always make me feel so good. You’re incredible.”

“No, you’re incredible.” He said and you were back to matching the promising rhythm that you heard from his end of the line. “I’m lucky to be able to give you pleasure.”

You writhed desperately through his pacing. “So, so, so much pleasure.”

“I want you to come first. You don’t have to wait for me, okay? All I want is for you to enjoy it as soon as you feel it.” He said.

Your hips stuttered, your movements beginning to get reckless as you let your greed take over. “Thomas, oh God, oh my fuh-... ah…” You got the tip to collide with your g-spot, feeling an unfathomable surge of pleasure. “Fuck, that’s it. Oh, that’s fuckin’ it.” You pounded the toy into this winning spot at a merciless rhythm. “Yes, yes, it- oh, oh…”

“Good girl.” His words accompanied you as you lost yourself on that crazy edge. “Let me hear you.”

You spasmed as all of that tension snapped inside of you. You noisily gasped for air as your back arched one last time. You rode out the high to the noises of the fleshlight still in motion.

“Fuck, ah.” He whined and it sounded like he was getting quicker.

You choked back a sob as you took the toy out of your cunt. You all but collapsed onto the bed, basking in all of the endorphins. You removed the clamps from your extremely sensitive nipples. Your mouth hung open as you started to float away.

“Ah, ah, uh-huh…” He was murmuring as the wet sounds continued. You smiled as you imagined his body jerking, losing all control and putting on the best show for you. “Yea-ah, yes!”

The noises of that slippery fleshlight being used suddenly halted. Then the only thing that you could hear was his heavy breathing - it was practically harmonising with you.

You took the call off of speaker and returned the phone to your ear. With your eyes shut, the distance could almost be forgotten. As you experienced the wonderful after effects of your orgasm, you knew that he was feeling the same things. And he was feeling them as a direct result of thinking about you too much.

As you paid attention to where you were still feeling the tingles in your body, you made a mental note to be wearing the new purple dress when he got home at the end of this run of festival gigs.

Eventually he recovered enough to speak. “I’m yours. I am so fuckin’ yours, I love you.”

“I love you too, cucciolo. I can’t wait for when I get to say that to your face again.” You said.

He yawned before talking. “And my face will be very grateful to get that.”

“I feel sort of rude for not asking you how your gig was yet. But we just got into that faster than I was expecting.” You said.

“Because of your fuckin’ photos.” He said. “You can ask me about my day now.”

“Don’t you want to sleep?” You asked. You had witnessed more than once how tired and lethargic he could get after using all of his energy for an orgasm.

“No, I’m talkin’ to you. I’ll go to sleep when I run out of things to say to you.” He said and you heard him barely muffle another yawn.

“Thomas…”

“You would have hated the pants they put me in for the show tonight.” He said.

And you let him change the subject. “The silver ones? I was going to tell you how cool they looked.”

“Yeah, they looked cool. But they were made out of this weird material, I don’t know what it was, I didn’t ask. And whenever it rubbed together, like when my thighs touched as I was walking, it would make this awful sound. Like when you get up from a leather couch.” He said and you grit your teeth, cringing as you imagined it. “It would drive you nuts, I know it would.”

“Okay, so here we have another example of why you should always be naked when in my presence.” You said.

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When In RomeOr Greece

by Prudences6 With the revelation of Carina's 'Principessa' status and knowing that Maya still has an enemy lurking, Marina makes the decision to push forward and enjoy their time in Europe. Words: 29525, Chapters: 19/19, Language: English Fandoms: Station 19 (TV), Grey's Anatomy, NCIS: Hawai'i Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, Multi, Other Characters: Original Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca Child(ren), Liam DeLuca-Bishop, Katherine Bishop (Station 19), Mason Bishop, Andy Herrera, Victoria Hughes, Travis Montgomery, Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy), Teddy Altman (Grey's Anatomy), Gabriella Aurora, Lane Bishop, Arizona Robbins, Callie Torres, Kate Whistler, Lucy Tara, Jane Tennant Relationships: Marina (Station 19) - Relationship via https://ift.tt/8BuoAHv

[rayatii]

The continued adventures of my Sims; we are getting closer and closer to the actual plot of the opera!!

Whoops, I forgot to make the doors of the mansion off-limits for horses 😂 (I eventually fixed it!)

Struggling a bit, are we, Adina?

Let's go, faster than the wind!

Adina later discovered that she likes horseback riding. So it's official: Adina operacharacter is a horse girl confirmed!!

Awww, looks like Sanook has taken quite a liking towards Atalanta 🥰🥰 (despite the fact that, ya know, that is literally a horse inside a kitchen.)

Adina and Nemorino's first time seeing each other in YEARS, and the first thing they autonomously did was hug 🥰 Their bios show that they're STILL besties 😭

Awww :)

Now that she has plenty of time on her hands, Adina has been focusing on advancing in the Serial Romantic aspiration, including by kissing 10 Sims (which can include hand kisses, but I didn't find that out until later). Here she is making a move on the grocery store guy in Finchwick, who closed his store just to continue his convo with her.

(She's not a Don Giovanni, but one might say that she's sort of exploring around, bc she doesn't make any false promises of commitment.)

Belcore, in addition to working his way to becoming a sergeant, is ALSO working on advancing in the Serial Romantic aspiration. Here he is with his third Cupid's Corner date, Miriam.

I have found that playing Woo-Who?! makes the "courting" process much easier, as it reveals the other players' turn-ons and turn-offs.

Advancing in the 3 first kisses goal.

I looooove Adina's Sexy Witch™ costume 😍 I wish it was one of the options for wearing costumes outside a Spooky Party... (Adina organized a Spooky Party for her friends for Hallowseve Day, which has remained on the calendar autonomously, and is now making another white cat Jack O'Lantern.)

And of course, Nemorino showed up dressed as a pizza delivery guy 😂 Somehow this sums up the opera itself...

Awww, autonomous besties :) (this kinda defeats the purpose of the opera, but whatever.)

lmao, Cassandra Goth and Savannah Price decided to fall asleep on the floaties in the swimming pool, despite the cold weather 😂

Awww, two furry friends getting to know each other 😭

The following day, Adina organized a dinner party for Harvestfest for her tenants (with a tofurkey rather than a regular turkey, bc Giannetta's dad is vegetarian).

aww Giannetta's mom being nice to Principessa. It's rare to see guests being nice with her (*flashbacks*)

Enjoying her mom's fancy aquajet bathtub 🛀

And here she is putting the moves on her childhood neighbor, Imran Watson.

An enchanting introduction for Malcolm Landgraab! (still on her serial kissing mission.)

Atalanta didn't seem to be getting along very well with that random rabbit...

A romantic introduction (different from enchanting introduction) for Mark Eggleston from the Eclectic Arts Household! (the roommate of Leslie Holland, who fought the Mother Plant alongside Dulcamara after he cured her. Also, they moved into San Myshuno and adopted a little girl named Victoria. I like the idea of a child being raised by a group of roommates. Not that it would legally happen irl... 😢)

Duane, you're ruining the moment. (Also that is Luna Villareal that Belcore met on Cupid's Corner, the sister of Hugo Villareal, who was Adina's first boyfriend.)

lmao Adina is washing her hands with her gloves still on (I neglected to have her change from her cold-weather riding habit.)

Also, I got her to go on a date with Tane, and they're now officially partners, but not for long (she has to have had 8 romantic relationships and 3 gold dates to complete the aspiration.)

(oh, and Adina's family's former butler Dominik has unfortunately died 😭 (read it on Neighborhood Stories))

Anyway, I uploaded the young-adult version of Giannetta's family on my gallery, in case anyone wants it.

[m2024a]

https://notizieoggi2023.blogspot.com/2024/03/piccole-principesse-crescono-le.html Né conflitti alla William e Harry né amori improbabili e ancora meno follie di gioventù per gli eredi ai troni europei. La pattuglia di futuri re e regine nati nel primo decennio del secolo, guidata dalla 22enne Elisabeth del Belgio e chiusa dai 18enni Christian di Danimarca e Leonor di Spagna, è composta da principi politicamente corretti, impegnati nel loro cursus honorum, tra università e accademie militari, con vite sentimentali che pian piano si stanno scoprendo – foto | video DAL BELGIO – Per questo c’è stata molta curiosità nel Belgio per il primo amore della graziosa Elisabeth. Studentessa di politica e storia al Lincoln College dell’Università di Oxford, si sarebbe innamorata del 20enne collega britannico Nicholas Dodd, che non ha una goccia di sangue blu ed è arrivato a Oxford grazie agli ottimi voti ottenuti alla scuola superiore. Un familiare del giovanotto ha smentito il flirt, la Casa Reale è rimasta in silenzio, ma il Paese, che ha sempre avuto consorti reali di origine aristocratica, ha iniziato a interrogarsi: è giunta l’ora di un principe borghese? Harald di Norvegia in ospedale per una grave infezione: paura per il re 87enne – guarda DALLA NORVEGIA – Fidanzato plebeo anche per Ingrid Alexandra di Norvegia, primogenita degli eredi al trono Haakon e Mette Marit. 20 anni compiuti a gennaio, è andata a vivere con il suo 23enne studente in Legge Magnus Heien Haugstad, poco prima di partire per  il servizio militare a Målselv, località in cui le temperature scendono fino a -20°C. I due condividono un appartamento da 40 metri quadrati a Grünerløkka, quartiere trendy di Oslo, e pagano circa 1.700 euro al mese di affitto. Per il magazine Se ogHør la convivenza serve anche a dividere le spese. Alexia d’Olanda, il debutto: indossa per la prima volta l’Ordine del Leone e gli occhi sono tutti per lei – guarda DALL’OLANDA – Nessun problema per le origini del potenziale sposo nei Paesi Bassi: i rumors vogliono la 20enne principessa ereditaria Amalia innamorata del 26enne principe Boris, pretendente al trono bulgaro dopo nonno Simeone. Da tempo la futura regina passa lunghi periodi a Madrid, non si è mai capito se per sfuggire alle minacce di sequestro della mafia olandese, che l’hanno costretta a lasciare l’appartamento universitario ad Amsterdam, o se per studi non comunicati in qualche ateneo madrileno. Poi è spuntato Boris, con cui è stata avvistata per la prima volta in Andalusia, al matrimonio della Duchessa di Medinaceli Victoria Hohenlohe con Maxime Corneille. E quando, a novembre, il principe è tornato a vivere nella capitale spagnola, dopo gli anni di studio a Londra, è stato facile fare due più due. Se è amore lo dirà il tempo. A cui toccherà anche stabilire gli equilibri tra l’introversa Amalia e la spumeggiante Alexia. 18enne, amante dei flash e sempre in cerca di visibilità, ruba volentieri la scena e persino la parola in pubblico alla sorella maggiore. Mentre Amalia non ha ancora assistito a un atto da sola, Alexia ha già battezzato una nave e non se l’è cavata affatto male. Rivalità in arrivo? I sovrani Willem Alexander e Maxima non sembrano curarsene. Letizia Ortiz a schiena nuda, la regina di Spagna ammalia tutti per l’ennesima volta – guarda DALLA SPAGNA – Sorelle unite, affettuose e popolari invece a Madrid, dove Leonor e Sofia filano d’amore e d’accordo e agli eventi pubblici si parlano anche con sguardi e mezzi sorrisi silenziosi. La Spagna si è innamorata della Principessa delle Asturie lo scorso autunno, non appena l’ha vista in divisa, seria e luminosa cadetta dell’accademia militare, nella cerimonia del bacio alla bandiera. Quando poi è apparsa in un dinamico tailleur pantalone bianco per giurare fedeltà alla Costituzione in Parlamento, è stata l’apoteosi. Ma il momento più divertente della “Leonormania” in corso è stato a ottobre: durante un ricevimento a Palazzo Reale, Felipe VI e Letizia si sono voltati all’unisono e sorridenti verso la figlia che salutava alcuni colleghi cadetti, facendo così intendere ci fosse del tenero con uno di loro. Social impazziti con meme, battute e ironie alla «guai a chi si avvicina alla nostra Princesa senza buone intenzioni», che hanno rivelato l’affetto di cui gode. Del resto, anche i più antimonarchici dicono: «Sono repubblicano, ma Leonor…». Mary e Frederik di Danimarca: all’incoronazione ci sarà il fratello Joachim, ma non sua moglie Marie – guarda DALLA DANIMARCA L’UNICO MASCHIO – Quattro future regine e un solo futuro re, Christian di Danimarca. All’ultimo anno della scuola superiore, è il più sconosciuto della sua generazione. Mai un atto ufficiale da solo, mai una parola di troppo. Poi nonna Margrethe ha abdicato e lui si è trovato improvvisamente catapultato in una nuova realtà. Due settimane dopo l’ascesa al trono, re Frederik X è andato in visita in Polonia, lasciandolo in patria come reggente. E, nel nome del padre, il principe ha approvato la modifica di legge sull’imposta di registro e il congedo parentale di un ministro. Gli sono bastati quindici giorni da Kronprins, principe ereditario, per fare quello che nessuna delle sue più mediatiche omologhe ha ancora fatto. Laura Cardia

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@your-resident-boat-person Some notes :D 1. Agreed that there is a broad popularity for the few rather than the deserved many. The "North Ballin Trio" of Imperator, Vaterland and Bismarck (if it happened) certainly made everything else on the market second rate in luxury (despite the horrific maze those divided uptakes made, the public rooms and exterior of Vaterland was particularly well executed)

One also has to consider the hardly discussed Kaiser Wilhelm II and Kronprinzessin Cecilie, the Kaiserin Auguste Victoria and the virtually forgotten Cap Polonio (that winter garden, that open air swimming pool seen below!) - all great ships.

A side note to this, I never consider Vaterland and Leviathan the same ship. After the Americans had rebuilt the ship, it really was something different entirely (see below, the original scheme of the dining salon in first class actually eclipses Lusitania and France imo)

2. Your preference for decorative styling is, honestly, the best and only choice! The sometimes eclectic and always grand ships before the Great War were so varied, though their influence lasted into the 1930's with the wonderful Empress of Britain and the third Britannic still with a firm decorative foot in the past. Then of course, there was the Italians! Duilio, Saturnia, Vulcania, Esperia, Principessa Mafalda, Roma, Re d'Italia, Conte Grande (seriously if any ship lived up to its name, of course before the post war modernization, below is the ballroom)

- all venerable palaces at sea. Though I think Paris had one of the most stunning interiors before the first fire - the Salon Mixte was a perfectly airy space that recalled the elegance of the absolute idea of the Grand Hotel sur mer (seen below set for a dinner dance perhaps).

I find the H&W products with their Heaton & Co interiors tended to always have...A "taco bell" approach to their spaces - different ship, same ingredients. The Alcantara of 1926, for example, has more of less the decorative scheme for Britannic of 1914! No a bad thing of course, but it does lead to a bit of interior bingo. Regarding Deco ships, I agree. Normandie did what Ile de France, Champlain and (especially) L'Atlantique had already done and mostly they had done it better. What say you of the Big U's interiors? I used to hate them, now love them when I think of them populated by people of its first years of service. The use of grey in the ballroom was for a similar reason to that of Nieuw Amsterdam's - it helped highlight evening gowns. (both seen below)

3. Now here is the interesting thing about Conte di Savoia - it is rumoured that it was to be an entirely modern ship but the owners got cold feet about an entirely starkly modern ship and awarded Coppedè with the decorative contract for the main lounge! I do think it odd they didn't also change it though because they did that (wrongly) to Saturnia and Vulcania where Pulitzer Finali DESTROYED their beautiful Coppedè lounges to basically install a space that looks like it should have been in Savoia (another rumour is that Coppedè and Pulitzer Finali weren't each other's favourites. Both lounges of the motor ships seen below)

(an interesting fact about Vulcania and Saturnia, from the get-go they had an entire deck of balcony suites!) A side note, Indepence and Constitution of American Export Lines of 1951 might have sterns of interest to you :D

4. This is why I am sorry - I can't shut up about passenger ships. But I will say thank you for the outlet and your answers!

Alright, I want your opinions. Entertain me if you please! 1. Do you think German liners beyond Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosser and Bremen/ Europa don't get enough recognition for all their (especially) luxury "firsts" (elevator, cover charge restaurant, winter gardens, lidos, those Vienna Cafes)? 2. What era of liner decoration is your preferential movement? And a prime example of this for you would be? 3. Conte di Savoia's Salone Colonna - Beautiful room, but in the wrong ship and they just should have gone full modern with Rex being a wonderful period piece against it? Or do you think it was right do a Lloyd's of London/Bowood House arrangement? *sorry*

1. I do think that the German liners tend to be unfairly overlooked. I think people tend to focus a bit too much on Cunard and White Star. Don't get me wrong, I adore them and their ships, but I think other lines and countries deserve some more attention. I'm particularly a fan of the Imperator class of ocean liners.

2. My favorite era would probably be the Edwardian/ pre-war stuff. My favorite is probably a tie between the Olympic, Oceanic, and Mauretania. Other examples include The Big Four, Lusitania, and the plans for what the Britannic would have looked like had she survived the war. A close second would be the art deco ships, but I'm specifically referring to the Cunarders here. I'm really not a fan of the Normandies interior design, for example. In terms of the exterior of ships, I would say my favorites are from 1930 to the mid-50s. My favorites are the MV Georgic, Bremen, the planned but unbuilt RMMV Oceanic, and SS United States. The Big U definitely has my favorite exterior. 

3. I do think it would have been nice for the Rex to contrast the Conte di Savoia (especially considering the Rex was the last ocean liner that had a clipper stern), but it's also important to remember that they were originally being built by two different companies and intended to be rivals. They became running mates purely by accident when the companies merged. I'm not sure how far along in the building process they were when the merger happened, but I wouldn't be surprised if they just didn't think it would be worth it to swap around the interior decor after installation. 

4. Why are you apologizing? I love questions like these! Thank you so much!

[moonlight-simp]

AAAAAAAH

[little-moonbeam-666]

Ho, Ho, Ho

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! Have some Damiano/Thomas/Reader SMUT! I hit quite a few speedbumps with this fic, but I finally managed to finish it! Also, I do not speak Italian so if any of this is wrong, I apologize. All translations are listed below.

This entire fic is based off of this SOUND from Tiktok. So just ignore the video itself and just LISTEN TO THE SOUND so you know how to imagine them singing it! 

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdjNgmsH/

Word count: 6607 (I got soooo carried away)

Warnings: SMUT, double penetration, Bella ragazza - pretty girl Cucciola - Puppy Cara mia - My darling Dolcezza - Sweetness Amore - Love Amore mio - My love Principessa - Princess Micetta - Kitten Tesoro - Honey Oh, tesoro, sei così carina con il mio cazzo in bocca. - Oh, honey, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth

You were visiting your cousin, Ethan, for the holidays, like you always did. And to say his friends loved you was an understatement. They were always so excited when you came around. Like right now for example. You’d barely made it 10 minutes in their presence before someone had their hands all over you.

“Oh my god, Thomas, stop!” you giggled, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp but failing miserably. His arms held you tight against his chest as he continued to tickle you.

“Never, bella ragazza!” he laughed, continuing his torture. You let yourself melt back into his embrace as his hands swept over your ribcage, not quite tickling you… more like caressing you. Your eyes closed as his hands slowed, eventually stopping on your stomach, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, the heat radiating off of your body. He was so tall that he was able to rest his chin gently on the top of your head as he gently swayed you back and forth.

You took advantage of his relaxed state and managed to pull yourself away from his grasp, ignoring the little pout he gave you and plopped yourself down on the couch next to Victoria, leaning your head on her shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Are you tired, cucciola?” she asked, placing her hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze before rubbing your leg soothingly. You nodded your head, glancing up at the pretty blonde as she traced random patterns on your upper thigh. “Aw, poor thing. See what you did, Thomas! She’s exhausted already.”

You giggled, before attempting to defend Thomas.

“It’s ok, Vic. Really. I had that long flight so I was already tired.”

“You wanna get some rest, Y/N? We’ve switched up the rooms, so I can show you to the guest room if you’d like.” piped up Damiano from the other side of the living room where he’d been watching the whole tickle fight between you and Thomas. You picked your head up from Victoria’s shoulder and gave him a smile.

“That’d be great actually. Thanks Dami.” You said, letting your hand rest on Vic’s for a second, giving it a squeeze, before getting up. You moved to grab your bag from where it sat against the wall but Damiano beat you to it.

“Take as long of a nap as you need, Y/N. I’m gonna get the rest of these heathens to help me get the Christmas stuff out so we can decorate later.” said Ethan, slightly glaring at his three band mates.

Damiano smirked at Ethan, throwing his free arm around your shoulders and leading you down the hallway. It only took a minute to get to the guest room, which previously belonged to Thomas.

“Here you are, cara mia. Get some rest.” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a smile before leaning in and pressing his lips against your temple, letting them rest there for a few seconds longer than necessary before leaving you. It was a sweet gesture and you didn’t think much of it. Although, he was being a bit more touchy than usual. And so was Thomas now that you thought about it.

You woke a couple hours later, feeling more rested and ready to help the others decorate for Christmas. Dragging yourself out of bed, you padded quietly down the hall, the loud voices of the others catching your attention. Their topic of conversation made you stop in your tracks, just out of sight.

“Seriously, can you guys stop flirting with my cousin? You all have been flirting with her for the past few years, and if she hasn’t fucked any of you yet, I doubt she ever will.” came the irritated voice of Ethan.

“Fine, fine, we’ll all stop flirting with her. I only do it to rile you up. Calm down, Edgar.” chuckled Victoria, obviously amused with Ethan's irritation.

Your eyes went wide, never having assumed that they had been flirting with you. Were you just oblivious? You leaned against the wall, hoping to catch more of their conversation, but all was silent except for them shuffling around. You could hear boxes being pushed across the floor, tape being ripped from the roll, and footsteps on all ends of the living room. Just as you were about to make them aware that you were awake, you heard Thomas’ voice. You peeked around the corner just in time to see him pull some fake mistletoe out of the box.

“Pulling down her pants, yanking off my own,” he sang slowly to the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’ before adding some enthusiasm and holding the mistletoe above his head. “Underneath the mistletoe I’ll make your cousin moan, OH!, Y/N’s hot, Y/N’s hot, We'll go all the way!”

You ducked back behind the wall before you heard something be thrown across the room, presumably by Ethan, before the loud cackling of Thomas and Damiano echoed through the house. Victorias giggling could also be heard over the ruckus. You stayed put, listening for anything else. Not even two minutes later you could hear Victoria start singing to the tune of ‘We Wish You A Merry Christmas’.

“I wish I could see her naked, I wish I could see her naked, I wish I could see her naked and down on all fours!” 

You heard her yelp almost immediately, followed by the laughter of Damiano and Thomas, and you assumed that Ethan hit her with something. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle.

“You guys are horrible. And you’re being loud! What are you gonna do if she hears you?” Ethan asked, trying to save his friends the embarrassment of you finding out about their feelings towards you. But little did he know, it was too late for that and you were enjoying the entertainment.

“Man, if she hears us, then so be it. Then she can just tell us all to fuck off and we can get on with our lives.” said Damiano, seemingly careless. You heard Ethan huff and start rummaging through whatever box he had.

Again you stayed still, wondering just how much more they would say if you weren’t around. You could hear the jingling of small bells and the rustling of garland that you were sure Thomas would have to hang since he was the tallest. More boxes shuffled around, mumbled voices as they brought out more Christmas decor. You could hear footsteps a little closer to you and you almost panicked, but they stopped a safe distance away. Damiano’s voice rang loudly throughout the house followed by loud footsteps, presuming he was being chased by Ethan.

“Ethan has a cousin, gets hotter every day, And if I get the chance, with her boobies I will play, EVERYBODY, COUSIN, COUSIN, COUSIN —-”

His words abruptly stopped upon turning the corner and coming face to face with you. You were trying your best to hold back your laughter but the look on his face was downright comical, his cheeks turning red and his eyes blown wide. Ethan appeared behind him, smirking..

“Now what are you gonna do, you idiot?” he laughed.

“Um, well…. How much of that did you hear, Y/N?” he asked, giving you a hopeful smile.

“I heard everything from Ethan telling you guys to stop flirting with me up to now.” you said, giving him a grin.

“Well, fuck.” he said, turning to look at Thomas and Victoria. Both of their faces were just as hilarious as Damianos, their blush a stark contrast to their pale skin.

“Guys, it’s ok! I promise I’m not weirded out or anything. Let’s just get to decorating, alright?” you suggested, changing the subject and sparing them the embarrassment. Thankfully they dropped it, dragging you into the living room with them among the scattered boxes.

The rest of the afternoon was spent putting up the tree, decorating, and baking Christmas cookies. Well, baking ended up with you being covered in flour thanks to Damiano and Thomas who both continuously flicked flour at you.

“Would you two quit it!” you giggled, attempting to shake the flour from your hair. Dami and Thomas just smiled.

“But you look so cute covered in white stuff.” Thomas said, barely containing his laughter, his eyes giving you a once over. Victoria laughed so hard she almost fell over and Damiano on his back on the floor unable to breathe. Thankfully Ethan was no longer irritated but he didn’t seem amused by his friend's joke either.

“Oh yeah? I bet you’d love to see that wouldn’t you, Thomas? Me covered in YOUR white stuff? Probably tastes good too.” you joked back, giving him a smirk as you dipped your finger into the bowl of white frosting and bringing it up to your mouth, sucking off the sugary confection. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide in shock. Meanwhile, still on the floor, Damiano howled with laughter and clutched his stomach.

“If Y/N’s flirting back now, I’m out!” giggled Victoria, still trying to catch her breath. “I won’t be able to keep up!”

“But seriously, Y/N, you look adorable. And you still have some flour on your face.” Said Dami, attempting to be serious but failing miserably as he got off the floor.

“Where?” you said, scrunching your nose.

“Riiiiight here.” he said, swiping his finger across the flour covered counter before smearing it across your forehead like the scene from the lion king.

“Simba!” yelled Victoria, causing Thomas and Ethan to laugh.

“Ok, that’s it!  I’m going to take a shower and attempt to get all this flour out of my hair!” you giggled, making your way out of the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way down the hall to your room. Thankfully you had your own bathroom and could take a shower in peace. 

In all honesty, you thought their jokes were hilarious. Even if they were about you. You knew they meant no harm and to them it was their way of flirting with you. You could tell that Vic was just joking, but the other two, you weren’t so sure.

The shower was more relaxing than you had anticipated, even relaxing your mind to the point your fantasies were taking on visions that were out of your control. Thoughts of Damiano’s lips on yours, the feel of Thomas’ hands on your heated skin. Fuck, you were losing it. These guys were your friends and here you were shamelessly thinking about them, wishing they were in the shower with you.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and turned off the water before wringing the excess water from your hair. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy blue towel around your body as you took another towel to your hair, attempting to dry it the best you could. When you were satisfied with it, you opened the bathroom door only to see two figures sitting on your bed.

“Hey, tesoro.” said Thomas, giving you a smile.

You clutched your towel tighter to your body, as if that would stop their roaming gazes.

“What the hell are you guys doing in here?” you asked, hoping to keep the squeak out of your voice. Damiano sighed before looking at Thomas.

“We should just tell her. There’s no point in making some huge build up to it.”

Thomas nodded in agreement, confusing you further. Damiano looked up at you as if he was a child being scolded.

“We want you, cara mia.”

Your heart thumped in your chest and you held your breath. You were already turned on from your thoughts in the shower and now both of them were sitting on your bed, smiling up at you as they admitted they wanted you.

“You do?” you asked quietly, not trusting your voice.

“Yeah we do, bella ragazza. We’ve always wanted you.” Thomas said, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Listen.” Damiano started, standing up from his spot on the bed and taking a step towards you. “Ethan and Victoria had some errands to run and won’t be back for a few hours so we don’t have to worry about being interrupted. If you want us, you can have us. But if not, we don’t mind acting like this never happened. We wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, cucciola. And we wouldn’t want to lose you as a friend either.”

You thought about it for a moment, unsure of what to do. Looking up at Damiano and then over to Thomas, you realized that you may never get this chance again. If you wanted them, you needed to speak now.

“I want you.” you said, still staring at Thomas before redirecting your gaze to Damiano. “Both of you.”

They both were beaming at your response.

“Then c’mere, dolcezza.” Thomas said, patting his leg.

You nervously took the few steps over to Thomas, still gripping your towel tightly. When you reached him, he gently let his hands find your waist, guiding you to sit on his knee.

“Y/N, if you want to stop, at any time, please tell us and we’ll stop right away. We really do care about you, tesoro.” Damiano said, moving to take a seat so your back was to him.

“Can I kiss you, amore?” Thomas asked quietly, letting his hand come up to caress your cheek.

You nodded your head, slowly leaning forward and meeting him halfway. His lips pressed gently against yours, igniting tiny sparks in your belly. His thumb rubbed soothingly back and forth over your cheek and you let yourself get lost in the feeling. You kissed him harder, letting your tongue lick teasingly over his lips. You could feel him smirk before letting his tongue caress yours.

The feeling of lips on your shoulder made you moan, remembering that Damiano was sitting behind you. His lips trailed up to your neck, letting his teeth scrape lightly across the delicate skin. You broke away from your kiss with Thomas, letting your head fall back and moaning loudly.

“You like that, baby?” Dami whispered in your ear. You just weakly nodded your head. You felt a shift in movement, seeing Damiano had stood up. Looking back at Thomas, you saw he was already staring at you.

“Why don’t we get rid of this towel and you lay back on the bed for us?” he suggested. His fingers trailing over the top of the towel where it was tucked together over your chest. 

You smiled and stood up, ready to remove the towel from yourself, but Damiano’s hands beat you to it. His eyes met yours for a brief moment as he tugged gently where it was secured and watched it slowly come untucked, the fuzzy fabric dropping to the floor.

“Fuck, cara mia, you’re so beautiful.” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. You didn’t notice that Thomas had stood up until you felt his hands wrap around your waist from behind, his large hands splayed over your belly.

“Get on the bed, amore.” he said next to your ear, a hint of dominance lacing his voice. A shiver ran through you at the sound of his voice. You slowly moved to crawl onto the bed, making sure to keep your legs shut as much as possible in order to tease them. You could hear them both groan behind you at the sight of your ass. You just smirked as you turned over, laying down on your back, keeping your knees bent and legs shut.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked.” you said, giving them a teasing grin.

They were both quick to pull their shirts over their heads. You took the time to admire them while they stripped. Your eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, not knowing who to focus on. Their hands fumbled with the buttons on their pants as they hurried to push them down their legs, taking their underwear off with them. You must have made a groan of approval because they both smirked.

“Like what you see, bella ragazza?” Thomas quipped, smirking as he noticed your gaze bouncing back and forth between their cocks.

“Uh huh.” You mumbled, causing them to laugh. “You two are gonna ruin me for all other men.”

“Well if we get our way, you won’t need any other men from now on.” said Damiano.

“Now, don’t be shy, amore mio. Spread those pretty legs for us.” demanded Thomas, gesturing to where your knees were clamped tightly together.

You took a deep breath, attempting to control your nerves and slowly let your legs fall open. The chill of the air hitting the wet, heated skin between your legs caused a shiver to roll through your body.

“Fuck, baby, I can see how wet you are from here.” Thomas groaned, his cock twitching.

“Please come up here. I need you both.” you said, extending your arms towards them and making grabby hands.

“Anything for you, principessa.” Damiano said as he crawled on to the end of the bed. His hand caressed your ankle before leaning down and pressing a kiss against it, slowly moving his way up your leg.

Thomas moved to lie down next to you, his hand tracing random patterns over your belly before moving up to tease your nipples. He pinched one lightly, eliciting a whine from you as your hips bucked involuntarily. You could feel Damiano smirk against your knee.

“Man, keep doing whatever you just did. She’s literally dripping wet.” he said, nipping lightly at your leg. You spread your legs even further, if that was even possible.

Thomas pinched your nipple again, rolling it slowly between his fingers, carefully watching your reaction. Your mouth dropped open and a loud, breathy moan left your lips. You looked up at Thomas, silently pleading with him to give you more.

“What do you need, baby? Use your words.” he taunted, pinching just a little bit harder.

“More!” you moaned. “Fuck, I just need more!”

You heard both of them chuckle before you felt Damiano shift on the bed. Now you could feel his breath fanning across your cunt, causing you to clench around nothing in anticipation. You looked down, locking eyes with Damiano as he brought both arms around your thighs to hold you in place. He gave you one last smile before leaning down and slowly licking a stripe up your folds, the tip of his tongue catching on your clit at the last second.

“Oh my god!” you yelped, wiggling in Damiano’s grasp.

“Easy, micetta.” Thomas said, flattening his palm over your breast and massaging it gently. You let your head fall back as you enjoyed the pleasure.

Damiano’s mouth descended back to your dripping pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it. His tongue buried itself deep between your folds, making your legs twitch as you tried to hold still. His nose nudged repeatedly at your clit, causing it to swell, coaxing it out of its hiding place.

You moaned loudly, which Thomas silenced with his lips, his tongue invading your mouth. You kissed him back fiercely, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He continued to grope at your bare breasts, switching between massaging them and pinching your nipples.

Your tongue slipped against Thomas’ greedily and you slowly began grinding against Damiano’s face. Unfortunately he pulled his face away from your dripping cunt, not wanting you to finish so soon. Thomas pulled away too, leaving you panting and your eyes darting between the two of them.

“Why’d you stop?” you whined.

“Because, amore, we want this to last. We want to give you endless pleasure, not just a quick fuck.” Damiano said, crawling up your body between your spread legs. He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. You moaned, tasting yourself as he kissed you.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” you asked, watching Thomas get up from the bed, making his way over to where he’d dropped his pants. He just looked back over his shoulder and smirked.

“Just a second, micetta. I gotta grab something.”

Damiano distracted you a bit, leaning down to press gentle kisses against your jaw and your neck. You loved the feeling of Damiano’s lips on your body, but you kept your eyes trained on Thomas as he crouched down, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling something out. When he stood back up and turned around, he held up the object, wiggling it in a teasing manner. It was the fake mistletoe decoration from earlier and a small roll of tape. You couldn’t help but laugh as he came back over, immediately tearing off a piece of tape and taping the mistletoe to your headboard.

“Oh my god! That’s perfect!” you giggled.

“I mean I did say earlier that I was going to make you moan under the mistletoe, didn’t I?” he joked, leaning down to kiss your temple. You just laughed. 

“Now are you gonna keep that promise?” you teased.

“Of course I am, baby.” he cooed, smiling down at you. “Would you like to suck Dami’s cock, principessa? Do you wanna suck his cock while I fuck your tight little pussy?”

You nodded your head eagerly, glancing back up at Damiano. He carefully removed himself from on top of you before speaking.

“You heard him, baby girl.” Dami said, grinning at you. “Now be a good girl for us and scoot down the bed a bit and get on all fours.”

You eagerly did as he said, flipping yourself over just as Dami sat in front of you, leaning against the headboard. His cock was hard and weeping, only a couple inches away from your face. You licked your lips, wanting so badly to taste him. Just as you were about to dip your head, a pair of hands gripping your ass stopped you, making you look back over your shoulder.

“Are you ready for this, sweetheart?” Thomas asked, smiling at you. Before you could answer, Dami piped in.

“Y/N, if at any point you want to stop, please don’t hesitate. We won’t mind, micetta.”

“I’m ready! I need it, please!” you begged, pushing your ass back towards Thomas and looking up at Damiano through your lashes.

You could feel Thomas rub the tip of his cock through your folds, making you arch your back. Leaning down, you licked the head of Damiano’s cock before wrapping your lips around him. He groaned, his head falling back and making a thump against the headboard. Right at that moment Thomas slowly pushed forward, looking down and watching his cock disappear inside of you. You moaned around Damiano’s cock, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth.

“Oh, tesoro, sei così carina con il mio cazzo in bocca.” Dami moaned, encouraging you to take him deeper in your mouth.

“If you think she looks good now you should see her pussy stretched around a cock. Holy fuck, it’s downright sinful!” Thomas groaned, picking up the pace, his hips slapping loudly against your ass.

You just continued to greedily suck Damiano’s cock as Thomas fucked you. You felt one of Thomas’ hands grip your ass before giving the cheek a hard smack. You yelped and your pussy clenched tight around Thomas’ cock, but didn’t falter your movements as you continued sucking Damiano like your life depended on it.

“Oh, did you like that, amore?” he asked, slapping the other cheek, the sound echoing off the walls.

A muffled moan of “Mhmm” left your lips as Damiano’s length hit the back of your throat and you swallowed around him, your throat clenching around the head.

“Motherfucker! Fuck, baby, stop!” Dami pleaded. You pulled off of his cock, your lips swollen and drool dripping down your chin. Thomas slowed down his pace, his hands smoothing over the globes of your ass, waiting to see if either of you wanted to change what was happening.

“Is everything ok?” you asked, giving him an innocent smile and taking your lower lip between your teeth.

“Yes, babydoll. Your mouth is fucking heavenly but I needed a break if I’m gonna last.”

You felt Thomas pull out of you, making you whimper. He moved up the bed, sitting next to Damiano, his cock resting against his stomach, glistening with your juices. You sat back on your feet, staring between the two of them.

“How do you want me?” you asked, reaching up to toy with your breasts.

“On your back, micetta.” Dami said, moving to give you room to lay between them. You did as he said, laying down between the two of them. But they didn’t stay next to you for long, both of them moving down to the foot of the bed. You stared at them curiously and both of them smirked.

 “Eyes on us, amore mio.” said Damiano as he leaned over and cupped Thomas’ cheek, pressing his lips against his.

You watched in awe of the two men in front of you, your jaw hanging open. You pressed your thighs together in an attempt to quell the heat that was growing between your legs. Of course, it didn’t work. It only gave you a taste of the friction that you so desperately needed.

Thomas’ hand reached out towards Damiano, wrapping his fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly as his tongue wrestled with Dami’s. The moan that fell from Damiano’s lips sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy. Your eyes went wide wide as your hands began to wander of their own accord. One of your hands immediately went to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between your fingers. The other slid slowly down your stomach until you reached your dripping cunt. You spread your legs, trailing your middle finger up and down your slit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you relished in the feeling.

They pulled away from each other, only to glance at you..

“That’s it, baby girl. Touch that pretty little cunt. Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for us.” moaned Thomas as Damiano unexpectedly began to stroke him.

Your fingers quickly found your clit, rubbing in delicate circles. You moaned, giving them a show, as you dipped your fingers lower to your entrance and pushing two inside. You kept your eyes trained on them slowly stroking one another as they watched you.

“Oh fuck, Thomas, Damiano!” you whimpered, thrusting your fingers faster and curling them so they brushed against your g-spot. You tossed your head back, consumed by your own pleasure. The heat was building in your belly, the coil almost ready to snap but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Stop, baby.” said Thomas as both of them slowly stopped stroking each other.

You whined but reluctantly pulled your hand away from your center. Both of them still had their eyes glued to you so you decided to tease them a bit. You brought your slick coated fingers up to your face, sucking them into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on your tongue.

“Now our baby girl wants to be a tease? Is our princess ready for us?” teased Damiano, a wicked grin on his lips.

“Yes! Please! I need you both to fuck me!” you begged, hoping they would have mercy on you.

“Ok, bella ragazza.” said Thomas. “We’ll fuck you, baby, don’t worry. But we need to prep you first. We don’t wanna hurt you.”

They both moved to lay on either side of you, their fingers caressing every inch of your body with featherlight touches. Damiano’s voice was soft and gentle as he spoke.

“Thomas is gonna lay down in the middle of the bed and then you're gonna sit on his cock. Then I’ll prep you and take you from behind. Ok, sweet girl?”

Your head nearly spun at the thought of being filled by both of them. You nodded your head eagerly in agreement as Damiano leaned down, peppering chaste kisses against your shoulder.

“Nuh uh, Y/N. We need words.” Thomas firmly spoke from the other side of you. You swallowed hard and attempted to regain control of your voice.

“Y-yes. That s-sounds perfect. I want this.” you stuttered, causing them both to smile. Then a thought hit you. “Wait… This seems way too planned out. Ha- have you two talked about this before?”

You looked expectantly between the two of them, waiting for an answer. You weren’t upset by any means, just curious. Both of them wore an identical blush that crept up their necks to their faces. Thomas sighed, deciding to break the silence.

“Yes, amore mio, we have. We’ve both wanted you for so long that we knew if we ever got the chance, we’d be sharing you.”

“He’s right, dolcezza. And we knew that if something spontaneous, such as today, ever happened, we would need a plan so we could have you and not have to think about what position to get you in. We just figured this one would work the easiest.” Damiano finished.

“Well, I truly appreciate the two of you thinking ahead so this goes smoothly, but I’m severely under fucked right now and I think the two of you need to remedy that. I want you to make me your little ho ho ho.” you said, making them chuckle.

“Yes, ma’am.” Thomas growled, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his hips and kissed you breathless. You could feel his cock twitch against your stomach, making you moan. You felt him shifting, moving both of you to the center of the bed so Dami could position himself behind you.

You broke the kiss momentarily to reach down between the two of you, grabbing his cock and rubbing his tip through your soaked folds. He moaned, keeping eye contact with you. You placed him at your entrance before bracing your hands on either side of his head and slowly sliding down his length until he was completely seated inside you. You both moaned at the feeling of your walls stretching around his length.

“Fuck, you should see the two of you right now. Both of you are so fucking hot.” Damiano groaned from behind you. You hadn’t even realized he’d moved until now. “But now I need you to stay still, dolcezza. Just enjoy the feeling of Thomas deep inside you while I get you ready for my cock.”

“I’m ready, Dami.” you whimpered.

“Lean forward and relax, principessa.” he instructed. “Thomas, kiss her. Keep her distracted.”

You did as Dami said and leaned down to Thomas, his lips meeting yours halfway. Thomas’ tongue prodded gently at your lips, begging for entry. You immediately granted him access, parting your lips and letting your tongue dance sensually with his. 

You could feel a slight shift on the bed behind you, but Thomas’ kissing kept you more than distracted. The faint sound of a cap popping open only to be clicked shut a few seconds later. The feel of one of Dami’s hands gently gripping your ass cheek and spreading you was enough to drive you insane. But the feel of his slicked up finger pressing lightly against your tight hole made you moan loudly into Thomas’ mouth.

“Is this ok, angel?”  Damiano asked, letting his finger tease the puckered skin. You could only whimper and nod against Thomas’ lips. Thomas’ hand gripped your chin tight, forcing you to pull away and look directly at him.

“Use your words, micetta. This is the second time I’ve had to tell you. If I have to tell you again I’m gonna spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. Now answer him, baby girl.”

Your pussy clenched at the threat, making Thomas smirk, but you managed to find your voice.

“Y-yes, Dami. That’s good.”

“Good girl.” Thomas whispered, keeping his hold on your chin and pulling you back down to his lips, kissing you fiercely. 

You moaned and whimpered as Damiano continued to tease your ass until his slicked up finger was gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He held still, checking that you were ok. After hearing no resistance from you, only the smacking of your lips against Thomas’, he slowly started to push his finger a little further in before pulling almost all the way back out. He repeated the process until you were pushing back against his finger, effectively grinding on Thomas as well.

Dami whispered praises and encouragement as he added a second finger next to the first. You instantly pushed back against his fingers, wanting more. Damiano wasted no time adding a third slicked up finger, noticing how the stretch made your eyes roll back. You pulled your mouth away from Thomas’, your lips swollen, red, and glistening with spit. 

“I’m ready, Dami… please! I need it!” you begged, glancing back over your shoulder at him, giving him a pleading look. 

He carefully pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the loss. He reached over, grabbing the discarded bottle of lube and using a generous amount to coat his cock. Once the bottle was discarded again, he moved on to his knees behind you. You could feel him run the tip of his cock up and down your crack a few times before placing himself at your stretched hole.

“Now, Y/N, baby girl, I’m gonna need you to stay still while I do this so I don’t hurt you. You got that?” he asked. You were about to nod your head but instantly remembered Thomas’ earlier threat.

“I’ll be still, Dami. I promise.”

Thomas moved both of his hands to your hips to ensure that you’d stay completely still. Dami moved both of his hands to cover Thomas’, lacing their fingers together sensually. With that, he gently pushed in, the head slipping past the tight muscle, making its way inside you. Damiano held still, hearing your heavy breathing as you adjusted. Once your breathing had calmed down, he slowly pushed in a bit more, inch by inch until he was fully seated, his hips resting against your ass.

“How do you feel, principessa?” Thomas asked quietly. You let out a shaky sigh.

“F-feel so good.”

“Can I move, amore mio?” groaned Damiano from behind you.

“Yes! Both of you move! Please!”

Damiano and Thomas sent each other identical smirks over your shoulder before they began to move. Dami gently pulled out about halfway and Thomas pressed forward. And as Damiano pushed back in, Thomas pulled out. They found a nice rhythm that worked well for all three of you. Your moans echoed off the walls as you held yourself up, letting both men use you. The feeling of you being filled by two cocks was driving you insane.

“Mmmm fuck! Yes yes yes!” you moaned, their cocks hitting all the sensitive spots inside of you with every push and pull. You looked up only to see the mistletoe shaking against the headboard as they railed you. “Mmm I’m your little ho ho ho tonight!”

“Y/N, fuck, baby! Yeah, you’re our ho ho ho, baby girl. Oh god, you’re so fucking tight.” Dami groaned, leaning down to press a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“Not to mention wet.” Thomas moaned beneath you. “And… mmm fuck, I can feel Dami’s cock rubbing against mine every time he thrusts inside you.”

You needed more so you slowly began to undulate your hips, stimulating both of them as they continued to fuck into you. Thankfully, they got the hint and picked up their pace. Thomas brought a hand down between your bodies to  rub at your clit, causing you to arch your back, which in turn made Damiano fuck you just that much deeper. Now both of them were ramming your g-spot at the same time with the tips of their cocks.

“Oh my god! Fuck! I’m not g-gonna laaast!” you whimpered, moving yourself back and forth, effectively fucking yourself on both of their cocks. 

“That’s it, bella ragazza. Cum for us, baby. Can you cum for your boys?” Thomas praised, lightly pinching your clit, rolling it gently between his fingers.

“Y/N, dolcezza, we need you to be a good girl and cum. Come on, baby girl. Cum for us and squeeze our cocks!” Damiano moaned into your ear, giving your hips a squeeze.

Their words were the last straw for you. The heat that had been building in your belly finally exploded and you clamped down on them as you came, a scream erupting from your throat. Your whole body shook and your vision blurred as the euphoria rushed to your head. You could vaguely feel the guys still thrusting inside of you before they both stilled, Thomas spilling inside of your cunt and Damiano cumming deep in your ass.

“Oh fuck, tesoro!” Thomas groaned, tossing his head back against the pillow. Dami was whimpering in your ear as he came deep inside you.

You held yourself up as best you could as Damiano gently pulled out of you and plopped himself down on the bed next to you and Thomas. Then you let yourself relax, fully resting your weight on Thomas’ chest, his cock still nestled inside you. 

The minutes passed, none of you saying a word. The only sound that could be heard was the ragged breathing coming from all three of you. Thomas’ hands caressed your back and one of Damiano’s hands brushed tenderly over your waist as your breathing went back to normal.

“How are you feeling, micetta?” Damiano asked quietly. You lifted your head from Thomas’ chest and smiled at the both of them.

“I feel… fucking great. But I know I’m gonna be so sore later.” you giggled, carefully lifting yourself off of Thomas’ cock and placing yourself on the bed between the two of them, wincing as you did so.

“So what does this mean, micetta?” Thomas asked, lolling his head to the side so he could look at you. “Also, please don’t think that just because we all slept together that you owe us anything. If you want to just stay friends, we’re both fine with that. But if you want more… I don’t think either of us would argue.”

“I really, really want more. With both of you.” you whispered, glancing between them. Both of them gave you identical grins. 

“Then you have us, cara mia.” Damiano said, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your temple. You smiled, glancing at Thomas as his arms wrapped around you too.

“So, Y/N, will you be our girlfriend?” Thomas asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You couldn’t help but grin.

“Yes! Of course!” you said happily. Both of the guys smothered your face and neck in kisses and love bites, excited to finally be able to call you their girlfriend. “This is the best Christmas ever.”

“A merry Christmas indeed, dolcezza. Now our only obstacle is telling Ethan.” Dami said.

“Don’t worry about Ethan. I’ll tell him. He literally can’t get mad at me.” you said.

“We love you, baby girl. More than you know. But why don’t you get some sleep? Ethan and Vic will be back soon.” Thomas suggested, cuddling into your side. You listened, letting your eyes fall shut as both boys gently caressed your skin, lulling you to sleep.

@filthforfriends @blackberryblossom

[damianodx]

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[kon-igi]

Ciao sono un papà single di una bambina di 5 anni. Come faccio a farla crescere coltivando la sua femminilità e al tempo stesso coltivare la sua indipendenza? Farla crescere con valori che non la portino ad essere una principessa, ma una principessa guerriera. Una Donna autosufficiente, che non debba dipendere da nessuno. In amore come nella vita. Lo sto chiedolendo a un po di persone che ritengono possano aiutarmi a trovare una strada da seguire. Ti ringrazio se vorrai rispondermi.

Ma guerriera come Seras Victoria o più tipo Integra Hellsing?

Ok… metto da parte l’inside joke e vado al busillis.

Il nostro non è un paese per persone giovani e nemmeno per genitori – single o meno – e per paese intendo il globo terracqueo: quelli che erano la maggior parte dei valori con cui è stato cresciuto il kon-igino di quarant’anni fa sono oramai risibili e sorpassati e quello che oggi viene chiesto a un giovane futuro adulto è più materia di filosofia ermetica che di pedagogia.

I maschi devono essere sensibili ma sempre no homo e le femmine tutte delle Mulan ma senza troieggiare troppo. Mentre i genitori stanno ancora imparando come mettere il blocco sul videoregistratore, i figli acquistano sul dark web gli omogenizzati ai funghetti allucinogeni col bancomati di nonna. Ogni scuola di ordine e grado è oramai diventata il set di un Battle Royale generazionale tra genitori indignati e insegnanti demotivati, dove ripetitivi programmi stampati su pergamena di pecora non vanno oltre il 1950 e lasciano poco o nullo spazio al pensiero personale.

Tua figlia sarà una guerriera solo per il fatto di riuscire a passare indenne nei propri prossimi quindici anni di vita senza assumere Xanax o fare una cravatta colombiana a uno dei tanti stronzi che proveranno a sbarrarle il cammino.

Andando avanti, i giorni in cui lei avrà bisogno del tuo aiuto diventeranno sempre più numerosi e strazianti ma presto ti accorgerai che una mano alzata per fermare le persone malintenzionate non sarà mai così potente come quella appoggiata sulla sua spalla mentre si appresterà ad affrontarle con le proprie forze.

Lei è una te diversa da te, grazie a te e nonostante te.

E non temere… tua figlia è già una guerriera, perché ha un padre pieno di dubbi che nonostante tutto si sta prodigando per insegnarle la differenza tra ‘sé’ e ‘gli altri’ e fare in modo che questo enorme divario sia colmato di amore e comprensione, due sentimenti che la porteranno indenne nella terra del domani, dove a noi genitori non sarà permesso entrare, se non forse solo in sogno.

Ti saluto con un abbraccio di padre e visto che oramai la nomea di aulico vecchio rompicoglioni ce l’ho tatuata in fronte, ho composto per lei un haiku di cui – chissà – un giorno forse potrà apprezzare il significato zen

La luminosa freccia

Dall’arco saldo nella mano

Canta del legno che fu

[weirdesplinder]

Romance ispirati a favole classiche

Nuova sfida accettata volvate dei romance storici ispirati a fiabe famose, ebbene eccoli.

Partiamo col dire che la strafamosa autrice romance Eloisa James (che forse non sapete io non amo particolarmente, non chiedetemi perchè, ma io e la cara Eloisa la pensiamo molto diversamente su molte cose trame comprese, mentre ho le stesse idee di Amanda Quick, da cui potrei essere stata separata alla nascita) ha addirittura scritto una intera serie di romance ispirati alla favole più classiche e conosciute tipo Cenerentola, Raperonzolo, La pricipessa sul pisello ecc...

La serie Fairy tales di Eloisa James, è stata pubblicata in italiano da i Romanzi Mondadori, ed è composta dai libri:

-IL BACIO DI MEZZANOTTE (CENERENTOLA)

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Kate, figlia di primo letto del defunto lord Daltry, è costretta dalla matrigna ad assumere l’identità della sorellastra Victoria. A causa di un contrattempo, infatti, costei non può recarsi al castello di Pomeroy per essere presentata al principe Gabriel, zio del fidanzato, e ottenere la sua approvazione alle nozze. Tra piccole gaffe e acute conversazioni, Kate stuzzica l’attenzione dell’algido Gabriel, che affascinato si ritroverà a corteggiare lei invece della nobile ereditiera che dovrebbe sposare. Nonostante la forte attrazione che provano l’uno per l’altra, entrambi sanno che purtroppo non potrà esservi lieto fine per loro, a meno che…

- LA RESA DEI PIERS (LA BELLA E LA BESTIA)

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Denti bianchi come perle, voce da usignolo, un viso talmente perfetto da far piangere d'invidia gli angeli. Così le fiabe descrivono le loro protagoniste. Ma esistono davvero donne tanto incantevoli? Esistono: Linnet Berry Thrynne è una di queste rarissime creature che brillano più del sole. Ma, si sa, troppa bellezza genera invidia, cattiveria, pettegolezzi, e Linnet si ritrova additata come una donna di facili costumi. Tutta colpa della corte serrata del principe Augustus Frederick del Sussex che ne ha compromesso la reputazione. E così Linnet, "la Bella", si trova costretta a un matrimonio riparatore con un fidanzato scelto per lei dal padre: Piers Yelverton, conte di Marchant. Medico geniale ma dalla fama terrificante, soprannominato "la Bestia" per la sua durezza, Piers vive recluso nel selvaggio Galles e si dice sia del tutto insensibile al fascino femminile. Ma Linnet non si lascia intimidire e giura che riuscirà a domare la Bestia. Non sa di correre un grave pericolo: quello di innamorarsi di un uomo che non la potrà amare…

-LA DUCHESSA PERFETTA (LA PRINCIPESSA SUL PISELLO)

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Tarquin, duca di Oakley, deve scegliere una sposa degna del proprio titolo, e lady Georgiana Lytton è una candidata eccellente. Ma a catturare la sua attenzione e infiammarlo di desiderio è invece la sorella gemella Olivia, passionale e volitiva. E per entrambi è impossibile resistere all’attrazione che si scatena. Mentre Quin e Olivia sono in balia dei sentimenti, la duchessa madre insiste comunque nella ricerca della moglie ideale per il figlio, e solo superando una serie di prove potrà essere fatta la scelta. A designare la consorte perfetta, saranno infine un segreto e un materasso…

-BEATA INGENUITA’ (IL BRUTTO ANATROCCOLO)

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Theodora Saxby non osa credere che il bellissimo James Ryburn, inseparabile amico d’infanzia ed erede di un ducato, voglia sposare proprio lei. Può davvero tramutarsi in amore l’amicizia che li lega? Theodora vuole disperatamente sperarci, ma trascorsi pochi giorni dal matrimonio scopre che James l’ha sposata solo per la sua dote. Cacciato il marito da casa, passa sette lunghi anni a ricostruire la fortuna perduta e ad accrescere la fiducia in se stessa, diventando una donna ricca di fascino e di stile. Fino al giorno in cui, dal mare dove ha vissuto come corsaro, James torna a reclamare ciò che gli spetta di diritto. Compresa la donna che ritiene sua…

- LA FANCIULLA NELLA TORRE (RAPERONZOLO)

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Pur di riaverla, lui avrebbe scalato una torre…

Il giovane Gowan, duca di Kinross, vuole una sposa che completi la propria vita ordinata, e nel momento in cui vede Edie, bella e riservata, se ne innamora. Vittima della febbre alta proprio al ballo del suo debutto, Edie è invece tutt’altro che docile e obbediente, e quando suo padre accetta la proposta del duca si sente in trappola. Trascorsa una notte di nozze disastrosa, prova a fingere di essere la moglie perfetta che il marito desidera, ma la realtà viene ben presto a galla e, dopo ripetute incomprensioni, lei lo respinge del tutto. Però Gowan non potrà permetterlo, né a lei né a se stesso…

Altri romanzi di altri autrici ispirati a favole famose sono:

-LA BELLA ADDORMENTATA di Judith Ivory

Coco Wild, donna tanto splendida quanto inarrivabile per qualsiasi uomo. Coco Wild, che molto, troppo tempo fa ha deciso di innalzare una barriera tra il proprio cuore e ogni tipo di sentimento. Coco Wild, la cortigiana diventata la più inespugnabile delle fortezze amorose di Londra. Fino al ritorno di James Stoker, avventuriero in terre lontane, esploratore di misteri esotici, appena nominato cavaliere. Il loro è un incontro scritto nel libro del destino e Coco e James sono costretti a mettere tutto in discussione. In modo che un bacio, un unico bacio, possa risvegliare il cuore dopo il lungo letargo in attesa del puro amore.

-UNA SPOSA PER IL PRINCIPE, Teresa Medeiros (un mix tra  cenerntola, brutto anatroccolo e sette spose per sette fratelli)

Non è facile per un uomo solo occuparsi di dodici figlioli, così, per la terza volta, Lord Bannor decide di sposarsi. La prescelta dovrà essere una donna robusta e di buon senso, ma non bella: Bannor non vuole più saperne delle lusinghe dell’amore. E quando si accorge che la moglie che il maggiordomo gli ha trovato è in realtà una fanciulla giovane e sensuale, Bannor ha un solo pensiero: liberarsene! Ma il cuore, si sa, segue strade che la ragione non conosce. E non è così facile prendersene gioco...

-  AMORE E ISTINTO, Judith Ivory (favola di amore e psiche)

Louise Vandermeer, bellissima, brillante e viziata ereditiera americana, acconsente alle nozze con Charles d’Harcourt, nobile francese che non ha mai incontrato né visto. Ma sul transatlantico che la porterà fra le braccia del promesso sposo, Louise viene corteggiata e sedotta da un misterioso pascià, celato dalle ombre della notte. Il dilemma è ora nel suo cuore: potrà Louise sposare un altro uomo?

-BATTICUORE, Amanda Quick (la bella e la bestia)

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Non ci sono dubbi: Harriet ha bisogno di un uomo. Qualcuno di forte e intelligente che la aiuti a difendersi dai banditi che usano le sue grotte per nascondere il loro bottino. E si rivolge a Gideon Westbrook, visconte di Saint Justin, che tutti chiamano "il mostro di Blackthorne Hall" per il suo aspetto minaccioso e il suo scandaloso passato. Ma Harriet non trova nulla di minaccioso nel suo sguardo: solo il dolore di un'antica ferita che chiede di essere guarita. E il fuoco di un'ardente passione che chiede di essere corrisposta...

- IL LORD DELLA SEDUZIONE, Loretta chase  (LA BELLA E LA BESTIA)

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Jessica Trent prima ha tentato e quindi ha avvinto Sebastian Ballister, marchese di Dain, in un bacio appassionato. E ora spetta a lui salvarle la reputazione. Mai Jessica avrebbe immaginato di desiderare quell’uomo arrogante e immorale. I suoi intenti erano ben altri. Eppure il fuoco dello scandalo è nulla al confronto dell’ardore della loro passione...

- COME D’INCANTO,  Elizabeth Hoyt (la bella e la besta)

Helen Fitzwilliam non può accettare un rifiuto. Sir Alistair Munroe non la vorrebbe come governante, ma lei ha disperatamente bisogno di un tetto per sé e per i suoi due bambini. Così, che lo voglia o no, il tenebroso e solitario Alistair alla fine si piega e la assume. Helen lavora con grande dedizione e l’antico castello in rovina si trasforma giorno dopo giorno in una vera casa: le sue amorevoli cure riescono anche a mitigare i danni che la guerra ha inflitto all’animo e al corpo di Alistair. È un desiderio che pensava sopito per sempre, quello che lui sente risvegliarsi. Ma un segreto nel passato di Helen minaccia di distruggere anche le vite di chi le sta più a cuore.

[daniela--anna]

La regina Vittoria del Regno Unito (al centro seduta) fotografata con 29 membri della sua famiglia al matrimonio dei suoi nipoti, Ernest Louis, Granduca d'Assia, e la principessa Victoria Melita di Sassonia-Coburgo-Gotha a Coburgo, in Germania, il 21 aprile 1894.

📸 Una Regina, uno Zar, una Imperatrice, un Re altre quattro Regine...

Alcuni reali notevoli nella foto includono il Kaiser Guglielmo II di Germania (seduto a sinistra), il futuro zar Nicola II di Russia (in piedi in prima fila, secondo da sinistra), e il futuro re Edoardo VII del Regno Unito (in piedi in seconda fila, primo da sinistra ).

La Regina Vittoria è sicuramente tra le figure più importanti nella storia del Regno Unito. Sovrana di un grande impero durato oltre 60 anni, salì al trono nel 1837.

 

Venne soprannominata “Nonna d’Europa” grazie ai suoi numerosi nipoti 40 circa futuri discendenti delle famiglie reali di Russia, Prussia e Spagna.

Usanza dell’epoca era infatti quella di formulare accordi politici mediante matrimoni combinati.

[edozit]

Classico film sul rito di passaggio, tratto da un romanzo del 1998. Il tutto si svolge in un mondo fantastico dove si ragiona per ideali supremi: il bene contro il male, l’amore vero, la realizzazione del proprio destino. Una bellissima Michelle Pfeiffer nel ruolo della cattiva e un fantastico De Niro, pirata con la mania del travestitismo animano il tutto senza “mangiarsi” i protagonisti. Insomma un ottimo lavoro di squadra. Trama: Da qualche parte nell'Inghilterra vittoriana c'è un muro di mattoni che separa il villaggio reale di Wall da Stormhold, una città fantastica governata da un re malvagio e abitata da streghe e creature magiche. Al di qua del muro vive Tristan, un giovane garzone che sogna l'avventura e il grande amore. Figlio, a sua insaputa, di una principessa del regno di Stormhold e di un inglese, il ragazzo decide di attraversare il muro per donare una stella alla ritrosa Victoria, di cui si è invaghito. La stella, Yvaine, è una fanciulla luminosa precipitata dal cielo alla morte del sovrano. Il suo cuore immacolato è bramato da Lamia, una strega crudele che vorrebbe strapparlo e divorarlo per riconquistare la giovinezza. Sul petto di Yvaine batte il rubino che permetterebbe ai sette principi, rivali e litigiosi, di regnare su Stormhold. Braccata dai desideri dei malvagi, spetterà a Tristan proteggere lo splendore di Yvaine. Titolo: Stardust Regista: Matthew Vaughnn Cast: Claire Danes, Ian McKellan, Michelle Pfeiffer, David Kelly Produzione: Universal Pictures / UK, U.S.A. 2007 Genere: Avventura Voto: 8

[fiveduchesses]

My royal alter ego is Princess Elizabeth Victoria Frances Philippa of the House of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, Duchess of Cumberland (Principessa Elisabetta Vittoria Francesca Filipa di Casa di Borbone-Due Sicilie, duchessa di Cumberland).

I actually started Five Duchesses while researching how to portray Elizabeth in a short story series I’m writing. I’ve been fully immersed in the royal fandom before with my own blog, and then been a bystander for several years without. Elizabeth was supposed to be a member of British nobility (hence the very British name that references Queens Elizabeth and Victoria, Princess Diana, and Prince Philip) and she still may be in the story, or perhaps she’ll be born Italian and marry into British nobility (since they’re the royals I’m most familiar with). I gave her the defunct house of Bourbon-Two Sicilies as a nod to my own Sicilian heritage, and the extinct (I think?) duchy of Cumberland in the UK.

[levysoft]

«Le molestie sul posto di lavoro sono dovute alla relazione malata tra l’universo maschile e quello femminile basata sull’oggettivizzazione del ruolo e del corpo della donna: è un tratto diffuso e consolidato della contemporaneità che non riguarda solo alcuni mondi, come quelli del cinema o della moda». Enzo Risso, direttore scientifico dell’istituto di sondaggi Swg, analizza il fenomeno delle molestie. La ricerca più attuale sul tema condotta dall’istituto stesso risale al marzo scorso ed è un’intervista a mille donne italiane, il 27% delle quali dichiara di essere stata molestata almeno una volta nella vita. Di queste il 46% ha subito questa forma di violenza sul posto di lavoro.

Stiamo ancora aspettando il processo ad Harvey Weinstein, il potente produttore cinematografico che costringeva le dive di Hollywood a passare dal suo letto se volevano lavorare, e intanto continuano ad emergere nuovi casi in tutto il mondo. Il più sconvolgente tra quelli recenti riguarda la giuria che assegna il premio Nobel per la letteratura: il marito di una giurata, il fotografo di origini francesi Jean-Claude Arnault, che grazie alla moglie lavorava per la stessa giuria, da anni molestava sistematicamente tutte le donne con cui veniva in contatto per motivi di lavoro, dalle stagiste passando per le letterate fino all’erede al trono di Svezia in persona, la principessa Victoria.

A rendere il quadro più inquietante c’è da sottolineare che la principessa non ha mai denunciato il molestatore. Proprio lei che è potente e amatissima nel suo paese. E ciò fa riflettere, se si considera che secondo alcuni le attrici di Hollywood che hanno denunciato Weinstein sarebbero delle approfittatrici ingrate, che sono andate dalla polizia a scoppio ritardato, quando per anni hanno taciuto per agevolare la propria carriera. All’erede al trono svedese un’accusa simile non si può avanzare: «Il caso della principessa mostra la dimensione della pressione culturale che viene esercitata sulle donne (una violenza nella violenza) – spiega il professor Risso –. A una donna conviene tacere invece che denunciare per non entrare in un vortice in cui da vittima rischia di diventare colpevole ». Se anche alcune donne hanno subito molestia e l’hanno accettata per fare avanzamenti di carriera, «faranno i conti con la propria coscienza, ma il punto è che non è mai ammissibile che qualcuno usi il proprio ruolo e il proprio potere per sopraffare gli altri, per ottenere indebiti favori e piaceri».

Se è vero che le molestie sessuali sono sempre esistite, secondo il direttore scientifico di Swg la situazione è peggiorata. «La liberazione sessuale del ’68 ha aperto le porte al diritto legittimo delle donne all’indipendenza, cioè a vestirsi come pare loro, frequentare chi vogliono al di fuori delle regole della società patriarcale, a essere libere di condurre la propria vita e a non dover dar conto a nessuno. La società, il mondo capitalistico-consumistico ha saputo svilire questa grande conquista storica e trasformare la libertà femminile in una nuova merce.  La mercificazione del corpo femminile e della libertà delle donne si è tradotta in una nuova forma di predominio maschile, in cui l’uomo, potente e no, pensa di avere sorta di “diritto” a fare quello che vuole appena vede una donna, ritenendo plausibile il superamento di qualunque confine di normale relazione. Così diventa “normale”, pensare che un approccio verbale aggressivo a  uno fisico non richiesto sia nelle possibilità degli uomini, verso quella nuova merce che è diventato l’universo femminile». Agli uomini che si lamentano perché il movimento anti-molestie è una forma di “puritanesimo”, che rende impossibili i rapporti uomo-donna impedendo ad esempio il “corteggiamento”, il professore risponde che: «il problema non è che non si può corteggiare o fare una battuta: il problema è il come. C’è differenza tra fare la corte e molestare sessualmente».

La soluzione, quindi, non è tornare al passato, ma lavorare insieme, uomini e donne, per una cultura del rispetto delle persone in quanto tali. Soprattutto nell’ambito delle molestie sul luogo di lavoro, le aziende devono svolgere un ruolo più attivo: «L’aumento del numero di donne al lavoro rispetto a 40 anni fa richiede che le imprese facciano non solo controlli, ma anche attività culturale perché la cultura del rispetto è una parte importante del modo in cui si concepisce il benessere interno all’azienda stessa».

Quanto al ruolo delle madri, che secondo alcuni sono le prime ad educare “male” i figli maschi (come se i padri non avessero un’analoga responsabilità), secondo Risso il punto non è, solo, la tendenza a dare un’educazione diversa per i sessi: non è questo che crea, necessariamente, il retroterra culturale della violenza. Il vero tema è che i genitori, insieme, dovrebbero instillare fin dalla più tenera età il rispetto per la persona tout court, i suoi gusti e le sue esigenze, ma soprattutto i suoi spazi di libertà ed esistenza. Abituare i figli, specie maschi, ad avere dei confini, a non pensare che possono fare e avere ciò che vogliono. Che le bambine, le donne, non sono oggetti, ma persone che vanno rispettate. Occorre educare i maschi a non sentirsi giustificati a usare la violenza e le femmine a non trovare normale subire maltrattamenti da parte del partner. Occorre, infine, una maggiore educazione sentimentale per superare le emozioni negative e crescere bambine sicure di sé.

[annoying-person]

"Nelle favole, la ragazza povera sorride estasiata, quando diventa principessa. In questo preciso momento, non so se tornerò mai a sorridere."

Regina rossa -Victoria Aveyard