#Blondie deserves it

[nick-cassidy]

📸: Paul Aron’s insta story

[claireswhisperings]

birthday sex

paige bueckers x fem!reader

synopsis: why not treat your girl on her birthday?

warnings: NSFW! oral (p!receiving), tribbing, choking, praise

w/c: 2.4k

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the music is blasting through paige's speaker, and the laughs and giggles of the team fill your ears. in honour of paige's birthday, a much-needed night-in was proposed, and after a little bit of drinking, your girlfriend certainly feels celebrated. the girls all piled into her, jana, and allie's dorm earlier today, decorating the place, ordering in dinner, and enjoying their time together.

paige takes two shot glasses, and turns to you with a smile plastered across her flushed face. "bottoms up, come here." she hands you the shot, both of you grimacing when the liquor hits your tongues.

"happy birthday baby," you pull her in for a kiss, ignoring the teasing remarks of your teammates. she pulls away to kiss your forehead, and pull you in by the waist to rest her chin on your head, while you watch kk and morgan argue on live, while sarah serves as moderator.

"you know, allie and jana agreed you can have the dorm to yourself," you say, nodding towards the door. paige smiles down at you, asking, "and what do you have planned for us tonight?"

“a little something to treat my girl tonight,” you lean up to kiss her softly. “well then we’d better hurry up and get the place to ourselves,” she teases, deepening the kiss.

you laugh and shove her away slightly, pulling her back towards the girls so you two can say your goodbyes. "have fun!" allie lets out, hugging you both. "not too much please!" jana adds, cackling at the glare paige sends her.

after many goodbyes and happy birthday's from the team, you and paige usher everyone out of the dorm, and she promptly hurries you into her bedroom. her lips press onto yours with fervor, hands gripping your waist to press your body against her. your tongue slides into her mouth, earning you a small groan from paige.

your hands slip under her shirt, fingers rubbing softly at the bare skin as she flexes her stomach at the feeling. you deepen the kiss, and slide her shirt above her chest, momentarily disconnecting your lips from hers to let her take it off. she throws it on the floor, pausing to smile and admire the way your eyes rake over her arms and bare chest.

"knew you’d check me out," she says in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes at her words, allowing her to pull you onto the bed and into her lap. you pull her in for another kiss, fingers tangling in her hair as she lets out a small moan at the feeling.

"need this off of you," she mutters into the kiss, pulling at your shirt. before you can react, she's pulling it off of you, making quick work to remove your bra. her hands rub at your waist, lips pressing against yours where she whispers out, "been waiting all night for this."

her lips drag onto your jawline, sucking faint marks into your skin. you throw your head back slightly, enjoying the feeling of her lips against you, and her hands feeling up every part of you she can reach. the pads of her fingers massage your tits, and paige leans down to circle her tongue over one of your nipples as more moans fall from your lips.

you grind softly against her lap, revelling in her mouth as she switches tit, running her teeth over it for a second before wrapping her lips around your nipple. as good as that feels, tonight is about her, and all she can do is occupy herself with how you're feeling.

you push her shoulders back, stroking her cheek when she pouts up at you. "come on baby, tonight is about making you feel good," you move, allowing her to shift up a bit so she can be relaxed on the pillows, and climb back onto her torso. "and why can't i return the favour early?" she teases, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.

"you're not convincing me of anything else bueckers," you lean in to kiss her once more, "tonight i need you to feel good." you feel her smile against your lips at your words, and her body fully relaxing under you.

you reach your hands in the band of her sweatpants, pulling them off along with her boxers, leaving your girl bare underneath you. her legs part underneath you, and you grind against her, the hem of your shorts brushing against her clit.

she's squirming under you, rotating her hips to match your movements. soft begs escape her lips, whining for you not to tease since it's her special birthday. your hand drifts down to her clit, softy rubbing circles, before moving down to tease her hole. she throws her head back in pleasure, becoming frustrated that you were still partially clothed.

"fuck, i need these shorts off of you too," she paws at them, a little too lost in the pleasure she's already feeling. you slide your shorts off quickly, throwing them to some corner of her room.

paige's eyes drag up and down your body, tilting her head to look up at you and leans up to pull you in for a soft kiss. "you're so beautiful, the best birthday gift i could get," the laugh she lets out trails off into a moan when you grind against her abs. she can feel how wet you are against her stomach, and flexes underneath you.

"lay back baby," you command against her lips. paige pushes her body back against the pillow, fingers trailing over your neck to push you further down her body. you leave hickeys as you continue downwards, stopping at her tits.

her nipples are perking up from her arousal, drawing your mouth to them as you tease her, drawing out frustrated moans from her lips. "baby no teasing, not tonight," she moans out, gasping slightly at the end of her sentence when your fingers tease her cunt.

"you have to tell me what you want, paige," your words send vibrations onto her nipple, and she arches her back into you. "fuck, i want your fingers, your mouth, anything. please," her moans are turning more breathless the more needy she becomes.

you smile against her tits, leaning up to press a kiss on her lips, before continuing your hickey attack on her chest and stomach, slowly making your way down to where she's begging you. she's so fucking wet after all your teasing, and you can't help but teasinly run your fingers up and down her slit. she clenches around nothing, anticipating the feeling of your fingers inside you.

"who got you this wet baby?" you can't resist hearing her words fall so quickly from her mouth. "you did, it's always you," her arm drapes across her eyes, and she arches her back when you blow air teasingly against her clit.

paige's thighs find their way around your shoulder, pushing you into her cunt. you allow her to do so, attaching your mouth to her clit. you eyes close when you finally taste her, letting out a moan that paige can feel vibrate against her. her hands fly down to your head, pushing you further into her.

her hips grind against your face, riding your tongue when you push it inside of her. her thighs close around your head, blocking out her sweet whimpers and praises. you wrap an arm around her thigh, teasing her clit with the tip of your finger, while you let her move your head, and ride her tongue just how she likes.

after all your previous teasing, she's already so close to cumming. when you slip your finger inside her, curling upwards with the movements of her hips, she speeds up the movements of her hips, begging you to add a second finger. your movements speed up the faster she rides your face, lips attaching to her clit.

she cums on your face with a cry of your name, loosening the grip she has on your head, and slowly relaxing her thighs when you coax her orgasm out of her. paige's head slumps backwards into the pillow, gasping out while she comes down. you press kisses to her thighs, slowly removing her fingers when she's done.

her body writhes under you when you climb back up to kiss her face, mumbling praises into every bit of skin you can reach. "you did so good baby, you think you can give me a few more?" you feel her nod against you at your words. "after that, i swear i'll take however many you'll give me," she laughs, stroking your cheek with her thumb, and pressing a kiss against your lips.

you move between her legs, parting them slightly to make room for you. she tenses when your stomach brushes against her cunt, letting you a small moan when you lift up her right leg, and push it against her chest. "you gonna ride me?" her lips curl into a smile when you lift your right leg to pay across her, hovering your pussy above hers.

she pulls your lips against hers, laughing slightly when you let out a "figured i'd give you a show tonight." you lean back, making eye contact with a slightly fucked-out paige, lowering yourself onto her pussy.

you both let out moans at the contact, the feelings of your clits bumping each other proving to be almost overstimulating. you grab onto her legs to stabilize yourself, grinding down against her even more, and you throw your head back. you'd been so wet all night seeing paige, and getting to taste her again, that the feeling of her wet cunt against yours nearly made you cum.

paige watches you from below, eyes trained on your mouth that's open slightly to let moans slip past your lips, all the way down to your bouncing tits in front of you. "you feel so good baby, so good on top of me," she moans out, hands reaching up to find their place on your tits, tugging at your nipples slightly.

the feeling draws your attention back on paige, nearly cumming when you see her face, tongue lolling out of her mouth slightly, her own tits bouncing with her thrusts. you remove one of your hands from her legs, wrapping your fingers around her throat for balance, and applying slight pressure.

she throws her head back, moaning out at the feeling, as her eyes glaze over slightly. "i'm so close baby, keep going," she groans when your fingers squeeze tighter. "fuck me too, i'm gonna cum on your pussy," your head rolls back, mouth hung open as you finally cum.

she grips your hips harshly when you cum, grinding down harder on her as she cums from the feeling. your orgasms wash over you both, and you let out cries of one another's names. your movements slow down as you both come back, eventually stopping.

paige feels the corners of her eyes well up with tears at the overcoming feeling of two intense orgasms, hands falling to stroke circles into her thighs to ground herself. you push the loose strands of hair back from her face, softly moving your thumbs across her cheeks to soothe her. "you doing okay baby?" you're out of breath by now, watching a satisfied smile spread across paige's lips.

"never been better, i promise," you wipe the tears from her eyes, manhandling her body so you're both laying down side by side, one leg swung over her waist. you hold her face in your hands, fingers pulling her closer to you as she moans against your lips. "do you have one more left in you?" you whisper against her mouth. "oh fuck yeah," she breathes out, pulling you in for a more desperate kiss.

you're both lazily kissing, basking in the aftermath of your orgasms. you can feel her grind into your thigh slightly, and you feel her push her thigh between your own. you're both letting out soft moans against each other's lips, sinking back into her comfortable sheets.

paige pushes her tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss as she holds your face. her hips move harder against your thigh, and you feel her moan out against your lips. "paige, hold on," you break the kiss to reach into her drawer and pull out her favourite bullet vibrator.

she lays back on her side, watching you turn it on and dip your hand under the bed sheets. you push her lips against yours, slowly rubbing the vibe on her clit in circular motions. she moans out at the feelings, grinding down onto it.

your motions are teasing, drawing out moans and whimpers from your girlfriend. "fuck i'm gonna cum soon, please don't stop," she whines out, hips writhing against the vibe as she moves more erratically. her moans are becoming more breathy as she gets closer to cumming, barely able to kiss back as her mouth opens slightly.

"please, please, i'm cumming i can't-" she cums before she can finish her sentence, a high pitched moan leaving your girl's mouth as she finally cums for the third time that night. you suck marks into her neck as she comes down, allowing her to collapse into her bed in relief. you toss the vibe beside you, reaching over to stroke her back in comfort.

"did so good paige, always do so good for me," you whisper in her ear, feeling her head rest fully onto your chest as her breathing slowly returns back to normal.

"could never have asked for a better birthday," she teases, kissing your cheek. "hmm next year, it'll be even better," you laugh, detangling your limbs so you can clean her up. you sanitize the vibe, placing it back in her drawer, and soaking a cloth with warm water to clean her up.

paige lets out soft moans when you clean her up, still very sensitive from her night. the exhaustion is getting to her, and by the time you finish up and get back into bed, she's mostly asleep. you pull her head into her chest, letting her rest her entire body weight on you.

you press kisses on her head, and whisper soft praises while kneading at her shoulders and back, relieving all the tension. she slumps into you, slowly relaxing into your arms. you think she's asleep, until she speaks up.

"on your birthday, you'll be getting even better treatment. i promise you that," her words are soft against your neck, a certain reminder that she'll keep her promise.

[inamindfarfaraway]

I would find Blondie Lockes very annoying in real life, but I love her in fiction. She's a genuinely good journalist in terms of both skill and ethical integrity, who only occasionally forgets to check the facts because she's fifteen and holds herself accountable when she does. She has incredibly high standards for everything and believes herself to be the ultimate authority on quality. She has magical lockpicking powers because her fairytale is about Goldilocks breaking into a house. She somehow completely ignores the story's moral that Goldilocks was wrong to break into the house, feels entitled to go wherever and help herself to whatever she's able to and cannot comprehend why people dislike this. She's been terrorizing an anthropomorphic bear family with her cheerful disrespect for privacy and is convinced that they love her. She has a non-anthropomorphic pet baby bear. Her motivation is dependence on external approval rooted in deeply internalized classism. She's desperate to be useful and important to those with higher social status and feels the need to lie that her family is technically royalty to fit in with her royal friends, even though they treat commoners like equals all the time. She positions herself as a conduit of true greatness; closer to it than the masses, but never the hero, always reporting on other people and evaluating what they've done. Because what she's done isn't enough to be worthwhile. What she is isn't enough. But this performative lifestyle makes her anxious about being judged as a fraud and an interloper, and ashamed of selfishly transgressing against social norms. Her microphone head looks like an adorable little bear head. That's one hex of a character alright.

[cometblaster2070]

it's currently like 5 am but all i'm saying is that there needed to be an eah webisode where raven got to beat up headmaster grimm with a baseball bat for the whole episode.

i don't even want any magic bs going on yk, just at least 5 minutes of raven beating the shit out of him with a baseball bat that maddie probably pulled out of her hat.

she went through a lot of shit okay; girl deserved to at least have SOMETHING. and personally speaking, i think it's something we all would enjoy so it's a win-win for everyone here.

[themazeceo]

Today is a good day to think about Minho's arms

Scrumptious.

[secondbornavaricious]

This entire scene has me in shambles.

Also look at how mad Ed is after this happened. He was not happy that he had to watch his best friend disappear.

[khazadspoon]

Angel Eyes is the Plankton of the spaghetti westerns world

[ohsc]

i just think that dido 🫶🫶🫶 no angel 🫶🫶🫶

[candivase]

Bobble head

[useragarfield]

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[marshallmallows]

me pretending like it was ever a competition and that i haven’t fought tooth and nail to have noah finally be able to love the ilitw!mc after so long

[somedaytakethetime]

God is 100% a Danish lover too.. 😶😩

[boinin]

(it's because he's british, innit)

genuinely asking, why do you dislike him?

I don't hate the British! Just the Tories and their country's colonial past *waves potatoes and a copy of Forógra na Saoirse*

...anyway. I respect Chris Prince as a coach. He's second to Snuffy as far as I'm concerned. But his personality gives me the heebie jeebies.

I'll elaborate—but if anyone reading this is an actual fan of his, take the following as the dumb brainleak it is, rather than anything serious.

To me, Prince screams narcissistic gym bro. The kind that finds opportunities to neg you as he boasts about his achievements, monopolising the conversation as you desperately seek to escape.

Convince me this guy wouldn't call you daring for dressing like that in public, before speaking at length about his cryptoasset portfolio unwarranted.

Prince 100% has a podcast where he promotes his own brand of whey powder and the sigma grindset. There are dubious rumours about him among football circles. He has taken out at least one super injunction against the British press.

In short: I dislike Prince solely because of how I headcanon him. Which is mostly baseless... but I am firm in my conviction that he's the kind of bloke that thinks there should be a men's rights movement.

This is the closest I'll ever get to writing bllk x reader content 😘 /s

[x-aven]

me when ‘Hey Blondie’ only got a small snippet in Barbie and you could barely hear it playing in the background of one of the most tragic scenes

[crazykuroneko]

have you ever suddenly been reminded of ash lynx's life story and just want to curl yourself on the floor and cry?

[bittwitchy]

i am once again thinking about the original lyrics to new romantics