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first kicks

batfamily x batmom!reader

word count: 1.9k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

CW: family fluff, pregnancy NOTES: i wanted to write more batfam fluff this time with jason included. very sorry if jason is ooc, most of my knowledge of him comes from fics lol

Rainy Sunday afternoons at Wayne Manor were usually spent with you and your sons in the living room, occupying the big U-shaped sectional sofa. Sometimes Bruce would join you three, resting his feet on the coffee table as he worked on his laptop. Today was one of those days.

You were helping Dick do some research on the internet for a science school project that was due next week while Jason laid on his stomach on the other side of the couch, reading a Where’s Waldo? book by himself. Your husband sat in the other corner of the couch, doing some research on the latest villain terrorising Gotham. You didn’t mind if the work he was doing was for Batman, as long as he spent some time with the family outside of the cave, you were satisfied. Especially since the Wayne clan was about to expand in a little more than four months. Plus, with your belly growing bigger as the weeks went by, it was becoming harder for you to do some tasks around the house. Tasks that you didn’t want to ask Alfred for help with since it was your husband’s job to be at your beck and call through the pregnancy. Bruce obviously didn’t mind and loved helping you, he just sometimes tended to get lost in his Batman work for long periods of time.

The television was playing in the background, a football game between two teams that you didn’t really care about was taking place but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t work well without some sort of background noise and this was doing the job.

”So Dick, have you chosen which natural disaster to base your research project on?” Bruce asked your eldest while closing his laptop and joining him on his other side, making the twelve year old squished between his parents.

”We’ve narrowed it down to three: the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami, the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and Hurricane Katrina,” Dick answered, clicking on different tabs of each of the natural disasters as he named them. “I want to do my research on a popular one so I can easily find all the information I need.”

”Smart, isn’t he?” You smirked at Bruce as you mindlessly threaded your fingers in Dick’s dark hair who continued scrolling on the internet.

“Never thought otherwise,” your husband said, mirroring your grin. “Jay, have you found all the Waldos yet?” He leaned forward to ask Jason.

“I’m almost done,” the six year old easily dismissed Bruce, not even bothering to tear his eyes away from the pages.

“It’s best not to bother him when he’s searching for Waldo,” you informed your husband in a low volume.

Bruce nodded his head in understanding and redirected his attention back on Dick. “So, how are you gonna make your choice, chum? You could write them down on three pieces of paper and do a draw,” he suggested, leaning his arm on the back of the couch behind Dick, his fingers playing with the neck of your tshirt.

“Dad, I don’t need to write it down on some paper,” Dick sighed, a little annoyed. “You can do that on the internet now.”

“You can?” Bruce asked, surprised. Your husband was really tech savvy when it came down to work related to Batman, but silly, random stuff like a drawing roulette was not part of his internet knowledge.

You leaned your head on your left hand that was propped on the back of the couch and soothingly rubbed your round belly with the other. You watched with a soft smile Dick showing Bruce how to generate a random picking wheel to spin on the internet. Moments like these were the ones you cherished the most, domesticity wasn’t always the norm around here when you had two vigilantes living under your roof so you always tried to savour them whenever they happened.

The calmness in you was interrupted when you felt movement under your right hand.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, eyes round like saucers as you looked down at your bump and raised up the hem of your shirt to make sure what you felt was right.

“What?” Bruce immediately turned his attention to you. “What is it? Is something wrong? Are you alright?”

“I think the baby just kicked,”you said, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“The baby just kicked?” He repeated in disbelief.

You shook your head ‘yes’ just as you felt more movement. “The baby kicked again.”

Bruce rapidly stood up to sit by your side while Dick discarded his laptop before placing a hand on your belly and Jason left his book to climb on your husband’s lap to be closer to you. All had a hand on your stomach, staring at it expectantly, waiting for another kick.

“I don’t know if the baby’s gonna kick again,” you told them.

“Well that’s just not fair,” Jason whined.

“We just need to be patient,” Bruce said. “I’m sure the baby will do it again.”

And sure enough he was right. 

“Oh my God! I felt it! I felt the baby kick!” Dick exclaimed, though he kept the volume of his voice to a low level as if he would scare the baby away if he screamed.

“I wanna feel it too!” Jason cried.

“Here Jay, put your hand there,” you told your youngest as you gently grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to a different area of your belly, closer to Dick’s hand.

“Maybe if we keep talking, the baby will kick again,” Dick suggested.

“That’s true, babies can hear us from inside the mother’s belly,” Bruce agreed with him.

“They can?” Jason looked at you quizzically.

You chuckled at his confused face as you brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Yeah they can, it’s not completely soundproof in there,” you answered him.

“That’s why Dad is always talking to your belly?” Dick asked.

You fully laughed at this. “Yes, that’s why Dad talks to the belly. You can too if you wanna.”

“We can?” Dick perked up then leaned closer to your bump. “Hi baby, I’m Dick. Your big brother,” he said.

Jason also leaned forward. “And I’m Jason, I’m also gonna be your big brother.”

“Yeah but I’m the big big brother, I’m the oldest,” Dick argued.

“But I’m gonna be a big brother too!”

“Boys,” Bruce intervened. “No arguing around your mother. The baby will hear enough of that when it joins our lives, let it have its peace while it’s in the womb.”

A series of kicks started at that moment, making Dick and Jason gasp in surprise at the movements they felt under their hands. Bruce turned to you and the two of you shared a look full of love.

“That’s our baby,” he said to you, almost in a whisper, while Dick and Jason continued marvelling at the fact they could feel their sibling.

“That's our baby,” you repeated in confirmation. Nothing could've erased the smiles on both of your lips.

“I love you,” Bruce said against your forehead before leaving a soft kiss there and pulling away to share a short peck on the lips with you.

“Ew! Gross!” Jason interrupted your moment. Your sons weren’t the biggest fans of you and Bruce’s displays of affection for each other.

You giggled at the boys’ antics but still took a second to say “I love you” back to your husband.

“Someone should get Alfred so we can share this moment with him,” you suggested to the kids.

“Not it!”

“Not it!”

Jason and Dick quickly shouted, the former being the fastest to say it.

Dick groaned before he stood up from the couch and jogged out of the living room. The faster he would find Alfred, the faster he would be back next to you. “Alfred! The baby is kicking for the first time!” Dick called through the manor for your butler.

“He knows he doesn’t need to scream, right?” Bruce asked you. “Alfred can hear the boys break something all the way from the other side of the house.”

“Oh, let him be. He’s just very excited about the baby kicking,” you lightly reprimanded him with the corner of your mouth pulling up in a smirk.

You detached your gaze from your husband down to Jason who now had both of his small hands on your belly, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ and his eyes round with wonder in them.

“This is so cool,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Looks like you’re gonna have some competition Jay, that baby sure is kicking a lot,” Bruce jokingly commented as the kicking didn’t stop.

You chuckled as you remembered all the times you’d stop by the gym room to find Jason relentlessly kicking at Bruce’s punching bag. For a six year old, he already had so much anger pent up inside his little body and it worried you sometimes. But ever since Bruce brought him back to the Manor, Jay had been getting better. The amount of vases thrown at the wall had drastically decreased since then, both to yours and Alfred’s reliefs, and he instead would run to the gym room and let out his anger on the punching bag when needed.

“I can’t wait to play fight with you,” Jason whispered loudly to your belly with a smile.

“No,” you immediately said.

“Best you stick to play fighting with Dick for a couple more years, buddy,” Bruce told your son.

Jason pouted. “But he's always pulling some acrobatic shit–”

“Language!” You scolded him.

“But Ma! Dad and Dick say it all the time!” Jason cried out defensively. “That’s not fair,” he retracted his hands from your belly to cross his arms over his chest.

“Well Dad and Dick, and you too apparently, will not be saying words like that around the baby,” you warned. “Capiche?”

“Capiche,” Jason mumbled.

“Capiche?” You repeated, now glaring at your husband.

“Hey, I’ve really been refraining on the bad words ever since Dick joined us,” Bruce argued but you raised your eyebrows in a way that said this wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Capiche,” Bruce sighed out, knowing he wasn't going to win this fight.

“Master Dick, slow down a little. There’s no need for running,” you heard Alfred’s voice approaching down the hall.

“But Alfred, the baby is kicking!” Dick reiterated.

Your oldest ran in the living room, his hand firmly holding Alfred’s who tried to keep up behind him.

“I heard you the first ten times, Master Dick, the baby will still be there no matter how fast we get there,” Alfred argued.

“Yeah but it might stop kicking,” Dick said and the two sat on the couch to your unoccupied left.

“Don’t worry chum, the baby’s still kicking,” Bruce told him while looking fondly at your belly.

“Please Alfred, feel the baby,” you said to your butler with an inviting smile, grabbing his hand that rested on his knee and gently squeezing it. “We want you to be part of this moment too.”

Alfred’s hand joined the others on your bump and the old man smiled at you and Bruce as he felt the tiny bumps moving around under your skin. “This is sensational.”

“Isn’t it?” You smiled back at him, content to have everyone you wanted to share your baby’s first kicks with.

Your little family of five (soon-to-be six) remained on the couch until the baby grew tired and stopped kicking, much to Dick and Jason’s dismay. Alfred went back to his tasks, the boys to their laptop and book, and Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cuddled next to him, watching over your children and just enjoying the normalcy of this Sunday afternoon.

Domesticity used to be rare at the Wayne Manor, but not anymore. And you, for one, were very happy about it.

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[reup] birthday girl | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x f!reader word count: 4.6k warnings/tags: alcohol consumption (they're tipsy), switch!paige, oral (r!receiving), fingering (p&r!receiving), sex toys (p!receiving), spit, language, assplay (r!receiving) ᡣ𐭩 as many of u are aware i accidentally deleted my account - luckily i have managed to recover this gem! if you're thinking hm i swear i used to follow her - YOU DID! please re-join me on this journey and please re-indulge yourselves in this dirtiness for BDB PB's birthday. reblogs are appreciated more than ever given the circumstances lol ! :D love u all x

You sway slightly on your feet, the alcohol making your head feel lighter than it should as you fumble to light the candle on the heart-shaped cake. Your socks shuffle on the cool kitchen tiles, the slight friction grounding you as you flick at the lighter.

"Need help?" Azzi peeks over your shoulder to watch you flick at the lighter. When the small flame finally ignites, you both let out a victorious "Ah!"

"Nope," you pop the p, turning to smile at your friend. "I got it!"

You'd organised a small get together with close friends for Paige's birthday at her request. Not too much, she'd insisted when you'd first asked her what she wanted to do. So, of course, you made a list of those she actually liked and invited them over.

Now, you're standing behind Azzi as she leads you out of the kitchen and shuts off the lights. You hold the cake up with both hands, lips in a tight line as you focus on holding it steady. Admittedly, you'd all had a bit more to drink than originally planned. Tiktok's were filmed, drinking games were played and shots were consumed.

The girls break out into an out of tune rendition of happy birthday as soon as you enter the room, toothy grin plastered across your face when you lock eyes with Paige. She's smiling right back at you and although the room is dark you can just make out the blush on her cheeks.

She blows out the candle and her index finger swipes through the icing decorating the edge of the cake. She sucks it into her mouth, eyes still trained on yours. "Mm," she makes a noise in her throat. "Tastes good."

It's almost like slow motion, the way her mouth closes and her tongue comes out to lick at her lips. It's all you can focus on– her. You shake it off, not letting yourself get lost in the moment in front of all of your friends. You place the cake down onto the table and just like that the party continues, more drinks are poured and the night wears on.

A few hours later, most of the girls have called it a night. Now, it's just you, Paige, Azzi, Kayla and Kk remaining. You're squished between Paige and Kayla on the couch, Paige's right leg slung over yours. You're trying your best to listen to the conversation going on around you, but the mere feeling of Paige's skin on yours makes it harder to concentrate.

"You want another?" Paige’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. She gestures to the red cup loosely clutched in your hand.

You glance down at it and shake your head. "Nah, I’m good. I think I’d actually like to remember tonight," you say with a chuckle.

Paige laughs softly, her hand giving your thigh a playful squeeze. "Smart move." She turns to Kayla, nudging her gently. "What about you? Tapping out?"

Kayla glances at her phone, her eyes widening slightly as she reads the time—1:29 AM. "Wow– I didn't realise it was that late." Kayla yawns as she stands up, ruffling at Paige's hair. "It's not your birthday anymore, Bueckers."

"It's still my day, though." Paige pouts, leaning her head back to look at Kayla. Always such a big baby.

"Yeah, yeah, birthday girl," Kayla laughs, ruffling Paige’s hair before heading to the door. She glances over at Azzi, who’s now half-asleep, sprawled across Kk’s lap. "You guys heading out too?"

Azzi and Kk exchange tired glances before they, too, gather their things. After a round of group hugs, the door finally closes, leaving you and Paige alone in the now-quiet living room. You survey the aftermath; red cups litter the floor, empty bottles are stacked haphazardly on the coffee table.

“Jeez,” you mutter, shaking your head at the mess. “This’ll be fun to clean up tomorrow.”

Paige hums in agreement, her arms suddenly wrapping around your waist from behind you. She pulls you back against her, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I had a good night,” she says softly, her breath tickling your ear. “Thank you.”

"No need to thank me," you smile. "I had fun, too. Did you have a good birthday?"

"The best," her arms squeeze you a little tighter, nose nudging at your cheek. You lean back into her, hands covering her own. "Thank you baby."

"Anything for you," you smile, tilting your neck back to look at her.

"Really?" her head tilts towards you as she presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Always."

She hums, her hands sliding down to your hips, squeezing gently as she leans in closer. "Not to be greedy," there's a pause as she gives you another squeeze, lips ghosting down your neck. "But where's my gift?"

Paige grins against your neck, the curve of her lips brushing your skin. “Maybe,” she murmurs before her teeth lightly nip at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

"You gonna give me something good?"

Her lips are against your pulse point now, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth. A sigh escapes your lips and you reach your hands up and back, fingers tangling in her hair. Paige's hands roam your body, trailing up and down your sides before one cups at your breast.

"Paige," you moan softly, her name escaping your lips as her mouth finds yours. The kiss is slow and deep, both of you still tasting faintly of vodka and cherry, the alcohol mixing with the heat between you. Her hand cups your jaw, angling your face just right as the kiss intensifies.

She pulls away first, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. Her breathing is ragged, voice low as she pants, "Bedroom."

Your fingers interlock with hers, feet padding softly against the floor as she leads you down the hallway. Her thumb rubs soft circles into the back of your hand and it's a subtle reminder of how much she loves you.

Paige stops outside of her bedroom door and pauses. Her eyes are soft and there's a smile gracing her lips. "What?" you smile back, free hand reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Nothing, just." her hand lifts and squeezes your wrist. "I really love you, s'all."

You roll your eyes, playfully. "You're such a sap,"

"You gonna let this sap eat your pussy, orrrr..?" she smirks as she drags out the word, opening the door to her room and pulling you in. She pushes it shut behind you, tipsy fingers fumbling with the lock.

The room is surprisingly bright, the main light still on from when Paige must've last been in there. "You left the light on," you say monotonously which earns you an eye roll from Paige. She doesn't respond, just flicks her head towards the bed as an instruction for you to get over there.

"Someone's eager." you grin, walking backwards until the back of your legs hit her bed.

"Mhm," Paige hums, stepping closer to you. She pauses for a moment, as though she's figuring out her next move. "Turn over."

Your knees are weak as you flip yourself over, resting on your hands and knees. She wastes no time, making quick work of pulling your leggings and panties down your thighs. She lets out a moan at the sight of you, exposed and waiting.

"Damn," she mumbles under her breath, hand running along the curve of your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. "Now this is a birthday cake."

Your head drops between your shoulders, laughter shaking your frame. "Wow, P. That's corny."

"Shut up," she's giggling, too, but there's a tone of authority in her voice. The sound of her kneeling behind you is audible and the feeling of her presence looming over you is enough to keep you quiet.

Her hands grip at your ass again and squeeze, nails digging into the soft skin. Your fingers curl into the sheets, a gasp leaving your lips. A stray finger traces a pattern across the dimples in your lower back, lower, lower until it brushes over the puckered hole you're both yet to try. Yeah, she's pressed her thumb against it more times than she'd like to admit but she's never 'breached the surface' as she'd say.

"You gonna let me have here?" she leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to the base of your spine. "It is my birthday, after all."

You hesitate, hand letting go of the sheets to reach back for her. "What about you?"

Paige squeezes at your forearm, "I'll get mine, don't worry."

She moves your arm back down beside you, hands coming to rest on either side of your ass. She pulls your cheeks apart, breath warm against you. "Can I?"

You moan out a yes, dropping your forehead against the mattress. Paige wastes no time, head dipping down and licking a fat stripe up your pussy, tongue sliding between your folds. She's sloppy, spit mixing with the slick that now coats her chin. She's moaning into you and you wish you could see how this looked from the outside.

You're shaking in front of her, fingers twisting and tugging at the sheets. She pulls away for a second, gathers the mixture of her spit and your juices in her mouth and spits it back onto you. She rubs it in with her thumb, digit ghosting over the ring of muscle.

"Fuck, Paige," you groan, shaking hand blindly reaching back to pull her closer, push her away- you weren't even sure at this point.

The girl hums, thumb stilling. "You want me to put it in?

You nod, cheek flat against the mattress.

"Speak to me."

"Please, please." you beg.

"Please what?"

"Fuck," you groan, inhibitions leaving your body. "Do anything, please. Eat my pussy–my ass, please, please–" You're so desperate you can barely even recognise your own voice.

"Relax baby," Paige coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your ass cheek. "I got you."

You feel her pull away and you're about to protest, kick your feet out at her and cuss her out until you feel her shuffling around on the bed behind you. You use the little strength you have remaining to push your head off of the bed and you see her lying on her back, half of her body hanging off of the bed. Damp fingers squeeze at your ass, dragging you back just enough so your pussy is directly over her mouth.

She's back at it like she never left, sucking your clit into her mouth and massaging her tongue over it. Her thumb finds home against your ass again, pressing against your hole as her tongue teases over your folds. The pressure is immense, the tip of her thumb slipping past the tight ring of muscle and you choke on air. You're not sure if it's a good or bad thing that you can't breathe, everything in you constricting, heart hammering against your chest.

You press against the mattress and hold yourself up, now fully kneeling over Paige. You brush the blonde strands from her face, your girlfriend's eyes fluttering open to lock onto yours. As soon as you make eye contact you hear feel her moan into your pussy, thumb sliding an inch deeper.

Your hips grind against her at their own accord, fingers now knotted in Paige's hair as you moan out into the cool air of her room. Your stomach tenses, thighs working overtime to hold you up. The chord in your stomach grows tighter and you open your mouth to warn Paige that you're about to cum but your words get lost in the mess of moans and pants and incoherent syllables.

It washes over you like a tidal wave, orgasm rattling your entire body. Paige moans into you the entire time, tongue messily sliding over your pussy as she laps you up. Her thumb leaves your ass with a pop and she presses her head back into the mattress just enough to be able to breathe out a "You good?"

Shaking legs shuffle you down her body until you're sat on her stomach, grimacing at the stickiness between your thighs. Paige can't help the laugh that leaves her, hands rubbing up the fronts of your thighs as she takes you in.

"You look fucked."

"Well," you pinch at her side, "You fucked me good, birthday girl."

She wiggles her eyebrows at that, hands leaving your thighs to grip at your ass cheeks. She squeezes, tongue licking around her lips. Her lids flutter shut as she tastes the remnants of you against her, lashes fluttering against her cheek.

You watch her silently from above, fingers trailing across her chest. Her shirt sticks to her skin slightly, sweat beading across her body. "Want this off?"

She nods, eyes opening. "Please."

You clamber off her and watch as she pulls the shirt over her head, throwing it into a random corner of her room. Her sports bra follows and she mindlessly rubs her hands over her chest, grateful she's no longer constricted by the material.

"So," you start, pushing her back by her shoulder and ghosting your lips across her nipple. She's flat against the bed again and you're perched beside her, ass up and feet kicking out as your tongue peeks out to lick at the sensitive nub. "How do you plan on 'getting yours'?"

You recite the words she'd said to you earlier and she snickers, back arching slightly when you suck her nipple into your mouth. "I got something-" she sucks in a breath when your teeth bite into the swell of her breast, pink mark left in their wake. "Something in the drawer."

Your eyebrows perk up at that, leaving one last kiss against her tit as you climb off the bed and saunter towards her bedside drawer. You pull open the rickety drawer and there's a purple wand staring right back at you.

You turn back to look at her, watching as she shuffles up the bed, head now resting on the pillows. "How long have you had this?"

Paige shrugs, a smug look on her face. "Got it a couple days ago. A gift from me, to me."

You fish it out of the drawer and inspect it, it's fairly heavy- three heart shaped buttons on the purple rubber handle. "Have you used it?"

"Nah," she taps her fingers against her stomach, nonchalant. "Wanted to use it with you."

You let out a hum of approval, turning back to face her. She's propped herself up on her elbows, legs bent at the knee and open. Her thighs are spread wide, fabric of her navy shorts stretching across the expanse of the muscle.

You sit at the end of the bed, turning the toy on and letting it vibrate against the palm of your hand. "It's intense," you muse, not able to mask the smile growing on your features. "Did you deliberately choose this?"

Paige's blush deepens, feet kicking out to hit your thigh. "Shut up, no."

You can't help but laugh at her, crawling forward and leaning down to press a kiss just above her bellybutton. She's watching you carefully, waiting to see what you're going to do.

"This is new," you say, watching the way her breathing changes with every gentle touch. "I usually have to work to get you like this, but you're so–" you bite down on her skin, letting her feel the dull ache before sucking at the mark. "Are you becoming needier in your old age?"

"Fuck you," she spits, but there's no real venom in her words. Her abs are drawn tight and she's got her hands fisted by her sides; she's clearly desperate. "It's my birthday, be nice."

"Need I remind you," you flick the waistband of her shorts and boxers against her skin, pulling at them slightly to hint at her to lift her hips. She does as you wish and you slide them off of her, abandoning them at the end of the bed. "It's not your birthday anymore."

Paige makes a sound in the back of her throat, hips raising as she tries to get you to touch her. She's been on the edge since she saw you walking towards her with that cake in your hands, the amount of love you have for her so evident in your expression that it drove her fucking insane. She feels her entire body burning up, thighs shaking as her hands clutch at the sheets.

You settle comfortably between her legs, head dipping down to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"What do you want me to do? I'll let you pick, my treat."

She rolls her eyes at that, breath shaky as she answers. "Use the thing."

You lean forward, lips ghosting over hip bone. You breathe out a laugh, tongue licking against the skin. "The thing? Like the movie?"

You feel Paige tug at your hair, an annoyed whine leaving her throat. "Stop fucking with me, please."

That's enough to satisfy you, dipping down lower to place a chaste kiss against her clit. She sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling, hips canting up to catch your mouth. Your tongue peeks out to lay flat against it, slowly moving your head up and down to provide just enough friction to make Paige's toes curl.

"Fuck," she breathes out, head tilted back against the pillow. "Need more."

Your right hand blindly fumbles around the bed for the wand, left hand now busy rubbing slow circles into her clit with your thumb. Her abs ripple, chest heaving from the feeling of it all. It's so much, yet nowhere near enough at the same time.

As soon as you press the on button the toy springs to life again, loud vibrations humming out into the air of the room. It almost makes your entire arm shake from how intense it is but you prevail, sitting up slightly to trail it between the valley of her breasts.

"What're you-" Paige cuts herself off, the both of you not able to contain your laughter because she sounds like some sort of fucked up robot when she speaks, the vibrations distorting her voice.

"Just," you lift the toy away from her chest to press a kiss to her lips, both of you smiling against each other. "Relax, enjoy it babe."

You trail the wand further down her body, letting it rest just above her clit. Her hips tilt up again, head lolling forward so she can watch. Your free hand presses against her stomach, keeping her flat to the bed.

"I said, relax."

"I am relaxed."

You scoff, not giving in to her attitude. You keep the wand where it is, just out of reach from where she needs it most. You move the hand from her stomach and let your fingers tickle against her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Your fingertip trails against her folds and, as you expected, she's soaked. It wasn't too often you'd swap roles like this, let her fully relax whilst you took control of the reigns but you knew she enjoyed this. Loves letting you do whatever you want to her.

You let a single finger dip between her folds, sliding up, down and then sinking inside of her. It's not much of a stretch from how wet she is, slides in easily. You pump the singular finger in and out slowly, eyes trained on Paige's face.

She's got her eyes screwed shut, head still lolled on her shoulder. Her eyebrows are furrowed, lips in a slight pout. You hover the vibrator just above her clit and when you press it down against her, her eyes shoot open and eyebrows raise in shock.

"Holy shit," she gasps, one hand wrapping around your wrist whilst the other shoots up to grab at the pillow beside her. "That's– fucking hell."

Her mouth is wide open, tongue hanging out just the tiniest bit in a daze. The room is filled with the sounds of the toy and her moans, her hips lifting off of the bed to chase the sensation. You press the wand down harder, letting it buzz against her clit. You can feel it vibrating through your arm and the vibrations are strong, making you wonder just how powerful it is. You make a note to get her to use it on you, next time.

You move the toy against her in slow circles, slipping another finger into her pussy and curling them up. "Good?"

Paige's chest is flushed, heaving with each deep breath she takes. It's almost like she doesn't know what to do with herself, head tipping back to the pillow and then tossing to the side. "Yeah," she breathes out, voice hoarse. "Good."

Your thumb reaches up to press at one of the buttons to increase the intensity, vibrations now pulsing against her. She whines, high pitched and strained as it all becomes too much. Your fingers curl faster inside of her, the squelching from her pussy just audible over the vibrations from the wand.

Her hips tilt up faster, feet slipping against the mattress as she chases the feeling. If she could see herself she'd be embarrassed by how easily she's succumbed to the pleasure, scrambling against the bed pathetically. She can't think straight, only able to focus on the feeling of her orgasm approaching.

"It's-" she can barely get her words out, sweat making her body glisten. You watch her with a smirk on your face, satisfied. "I think-"

"What's wrong, babe?"

Paige's eyes are rolled back in her head, head tipped back and neck on show. There's a blue vein stretching across the length of her neck and you find yourself leaning over her and dragging your tongue against it. Paige jumps at the feeling, broken moan leaving her chest. The hand that was wrapped around your wrist moves to your shoulder, blunt nails biting against your skin.

You're still moving the toy in slow circles, rubbing it against her clit. Paige is moaning, groaning- gravelly noises leaving her throat as the hand on your shoulder moves to your hair. She moves her head to face you, watery eyes boring into your own.

"Gonna cum," she whispers against your lips, barely audible over the noise from the toy. "Fucking–feel it in my chest."

You bite at her bottom lip, teeth pulling at her pout. Your nose presses against hers as you watch her unravel, watch a tear spill from her eye and drip down her cheek. "Yeah, birthday girl?"

Your fingers speed up, curling so quickly you fear they might end up cramping. Your wrist begins to ache from holding the toy, too but you keep going because it's all worth seeing your girlfriend like this.

The blonde lets out a combination between a cry and a moan, thighs squeezing around you and keeping you trapped as she cums. The vibrator slips a little from how wet she's become but you're quick to put it back in place.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she's chanting out to nobody in particular, thighs tightening and feet kicking against your back. You let her do it, let it happen as she goes silent. You feel it before you hear it, her hips rolling up and thighs shaking against you as she floods your fingers, and then- "I'm fucking-fucking cumming, oh shittttt."

The words leave her through gritted teeth, fingers finding their way under your shirt to scratch against your skin. You lean back to watch her in all her glory; head craned back against the pillow, nipples hard and hair matted against her forehead.

Your fingers slip out of her first and you sit them on your tongue, licking around them and moaning from the taste. You turn the vibrator off and chuck it beside Paige who is breathing so heavily you think she might pass out, eyes closed and lips dry.

You rub a comforting hand against her thigh, a soft touch to keep her grounded. You cast a glance down to her pussy and you can see the wet patch underneath her on the bed, dark and soaking into the cotton sheets.

"Wow," is all she says, body relaxing against the bed. Her eyes open and she softly smiles as soon as she sees you, shaking hand resting atop of your own. "Happy birthday to me."

You opt to lay beside her, leg kicked over her thighs with your head resting on her shoulder. "Feeling okay?"

"Honestly," she tucks her chin in to look down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Best birthday gift ever."

"Doesn't count if you brought it for yourself, though." you counter, tilting up to look at her. You catch her rolling her eyes at you, the hand she'd settled around your waist digging in below your ribs.

"'Kay, where's my gift from you then?"

"Don't be greedy, Bueckers." you tease sliding out from beside her and walking towards where your bag was abandoned several hours ago. Paige lets out a whistle as she watches your ass as you walk away from her, rolling onto her side.

"Where you goin'?"

You ignore her, rummaging through your back to look for the jewellery box you'd so carefully wrapped last weekend. Much to relief you find it still intact and spin around, holding it behind your back as you saunter back towards Paige. You make sure to grab her clothes on the way, throwing them in her direction.

She raises an eyebrow at you, pulling just her boxers back up over her legs and an oversized t-shirt over her head. You do the same, keeping the box in your hand as you put her shorts on.

"A gift for little old me?"

You have to resist rolling your eyes at her, crouching down so you're at the same height. You hold the small box between you both and hold your gaze with Paige, watching as her eyes light up in anticipation.

"I remember looking at them a while ago," you start, thumb stroking against the patterned paper. "So I got 'em."

Paige frowns, unsure of what you're talking about. She takes the box from you, unsteady fingers pulling at the wrapping paper. She discards the paper beside her on the bed and opens up the box slowly, eyes widening when she sees what's inside.

"You didn't-"

"Don't say a word." you cut her off, knowing she was about to go on a spiel about how she didn't deserve this, how you shouldn't have spent the money, blah blah blah.

"How did you remember?" there's a hint of shock in her voice, as though she couldn't believe you'd remember something that she thought was so insignificant.

You smile at her, taking the box from her and pulling out one of the rings. They're just two simple silver bands with a small heart etched on the inside; nothing too flashy but you vividly remember Paige fawning over them in the store. "We should get matching," she'd suggested to you, nothing but a passing comment.

The ring slides onto her finger with ease and you thank the Gods above that you'd picked the right size. "Feels like we're gettin' married," she snickers, holding her hand up to admire the ring. "Lemme put it on you."

"Nuh-uh!" you whip your hand away from her, wiggling your fingers in the air. "I need to wash my hands after your little performance."

Paige laughs, shoving at your shoulder with no malice. She stands up from the bed, groaning from the ache in her legs. She wraps hand around your arm and pulls you up and into a hug.

"I love you," she mumbles against your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "Thank you, for everything."

You pull back slightly, scratching at the nape of her neck.

"I love you too," you lean in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Happy birthday, baby."

[tojisth3rdwife]

Purr..

cw: suggestive af. You got a Brazilian wax for the first time and Toji lends moral support..smut after the texts

When you got home, Toji was waiting for you, chilling on the couch in his usual sweats and tank, legs spread, beer tucked between his knuckles. He watched TV , barely interested in what was playing. It wasn't until he heard your keys jingling and you coming through the door that his gaze shifted and lightened on the shape of your body in that tight yellow maxi dress he loved to see you in.

"Whew…Hey baby.." you huff, most likely relieved to be home and out of the heat. "I am so sick of people and their non-driving asses," you mutter as you shuffle into the house, kicking off your sandals with the rest of the shoes in the foyer and hanging your keys on the hook next to Toji's.

"Hey.." he greets you distractedly from deep in his throat, his attention following your every move as you settle in front of the body-sized mirror near the front door. Leaning closer to it, you assess that dewy sheen coating your skin, wiping a finger under your eyeline.

"Megs home?" you ask, vaguely aware of Toji's movements behind you in the mirror. He was lifting his beer to his lips for a sip, taking a quick one before responding.

"Nah, he's at the arcade with that pink-haired kid." his voice trails off as his eyes trail down your body to admire the curves he'd been thinking of all damn day. The way that shade of yellow complimented your skin made you look edible, like a freshly sliced lemon glazed poundcake. Sweet. Thick. Decadent. It made him think back on that video you sent him earlier of your freshly waxed bikini area. Your skin looked so smooth and supple, glistening from the almond oil the waxer rubbed over your mound.

His mouth was literally watering.

"Aww well, that's cute. I'm glad he's made friends finally," you remark with a crinkled brow of focus on getting any streaks of smudged eyeliner off your face. Toji hums in agreement, taking another draft from his beer as he watches you.

The roundness of your ass is defined by the way you were leaning over, looking like a huge ass yellow pumpkin, and the moment you straighten up was when he noticed the lack of a panty line under your thin dress.

"Have you eaten? I did a couple of hours ago but I have the strongest craving for tacos. What do you think?"

Toji's brows go up with interest as you turn around, his eyes lifting to your face unsubtly.

"Hm? Uh yea. Tacos sound cool. Hey, c’mere.” He nods his head in a gesture to summon you, narrowing his gaze on your lower body as you obediently approach him. "What?" you look down to where he was staring with a frown, stepping forward hesitantly. Toji merely fans his fingers towards himself to encourage you to come closer until you are standing between his legs. You smirk knowingly when his hands immediately find their home on the back of your thighs, his index fingers teasing at the cuff of your ass cheeks. Your hands slide over his arms and rest on his shoulders, an amused look crossing your face.

“What, Toji?” You repeat and he looks up at you, a cheeky look in his eyes that has you looking back him suspiciously.

“What do you mean, what? I just wanted you to come here..” he feigns guiltily, hands rubbing up and down the back of your thighs as he spoke to you.

“My woman’s been gone all day and now that she’s back, I just wanna be close to her. Problem?” He challenges , his devilishly handsome scowl making you bite your lip. You shake your head , lifting one hand from his shoulder run it through his hair lovingly.

“Nope. No problem.” You say, now smiling. Toji grumbles something smart under his breath before nuzzling your tummy with his face, pulling you closer to him with his wide hands now cupping your ass. You stumble forward with a little gasp and giggle, steadily playing with Toji’s hair as he hugged your waist.

He inhales deeply and sigh, gazing up at you again.

“So…you really walked out of here in this dress with no panties on underneath? And just been like that all day?”

He asks the question calmly but you could hear the hint of playful agitation in his tone. You tilt your head, perking a brow.

“And if I did?”

Toji shrugs.

“Just wondering how many accidents you caused walking around with that just move freely..” he responds, squeezing your cheeks for emphasis. You sqeal at the sharpness of his hold and he just goes back to nuzzling his face against your tummy , planting a little peck there before bringing one of his hands around to your front, resting it inches below your naval.

“Does it hurt when I touch you here?” He asks, looking up at you.

Looking down at him in such a submissive position was a rare treat, and it did wonders for the little dominant sex demon deep inside of you.

You bite your lip again and shake your head in response. Toji hums in understanding, his gaze dropping to fix on your center, rubbing his fingers down on a path that lines up with your hidden slit.

He hadn’t even touched it yet and your clit was already jumping in anticipation of being stimulated. But Toji kept his touch subtle, coasting over the smooth cotton of your dress.

“Can I see?” He then asks, looking up at you for permission and you gave it with another wordless gesture and his hands were immediately pushing up your dress.

Little by little, he gathered the flowy fabric in his fists until he was face to face with your masterpiece.

You gasp at the flow of cool air hitting your freshly waxed skin. It was a very vulnerable feeling, having Toji so close to your pussy snd just..looking. He inspects your wax lady’s handiwork in the brightly lit living room with keen eye. Only for a few seconds but it felt longer. When he licked his lips, heat pooled lower under his enamored gaze and it took everything in you not to just push his head into you.

It like he can read your thoughts though..

Lips as soft and gentle as they always were pressed tender kisses over your glistening mound and he worked them downward until he reaches the top of your lips.

With his eyes on your face, Toji extended his tongue to lick over your slit. Long and flat, he licks a slow stripe over your pussy. Over and over, watching the way your mouth opened to release a soft breathy moan.

The warmth of his tongue always made you gasp, and the hands still resting on his shoulder grips him.

“Ah..baby..” you gasp again when Toji’s long licks switch to short focused swipes over your clit, which was in full bloom and glistening for him.

“Mmhmm” he hums, alternating between flicking over your bud, swirling his tongue around it, and shaking his head for side to side to fan his tongue over. That combination always did you in and you had been moaning his praises shamelessly in the middle of the family room.

He hadnt even touched your clenching hole yet and you were already close.

Hell, when he put your leg over his shoulder, you know you were in for it. You were the one now holding up your dress as Toji ate your pussy off the bone, sucking your clit and making the lewdest, sloppiest sounds as he did.

“Oh shit..fuck..Toji…fuck, Toji wait..” you keened as he got deep into the zone, two fingers fucking into you now and his tongue strumming over your clit at an impressive speed. His eyes were drunk and his brows inverted, looking as if he was as deperate to make you cum as you needed to.

“Mmhmm..mmhmm” he finger fucked yiu faster, his other hand squeezing the fuck out of your asscheek. So hard that it stung a little but you know he needed to keep you from running from the intensity of your approaching orgasm.

You inhaled sharply to a rasp when it hits you, your head falling back and your nails digging into Toji’s shoulder.

His fingers plunged into you, milking your pulsing walls for every drop of cum as it drizzled down his wrist and your inner thighs, his flicking over your over sensitive clit until you were pushing his head away.

“Baby stop! Stopstopstop..” you whine and Toji only obeys after sucking your clit hard between his lips, releasing it with a resounding ‘pop’. You wince and prepare to scold him for not listening, but the way he’s on his feet and towering over you seconds later has your head spinning.

You blink up at him, barely having a chance to admire the way his lips and chin glistened from eating you, before Toji is stooping down and hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Toji! What are you..OW!” You yelp at the sting of his hand coming down against your bare ass cheek, your dress still gathered and bunched up at your waist. He effortlessly maneuvers through the furniture on his way towards the stairs.

“Shut up….wouldn’t hurt if you were wearing panties..” he grunts, marching up the steps with you in tow. Straight up caveman style.

Needless to say…

You would most definitely be booking with Vanessa again and coming home commando if it git you this type of treatment.

[shy-writer-999]

Summary: Ace feels you up through your clothes. As friction builds, he can tell it’s starting to feel good. ~1.7k words. This is barely edited, so I’ll come back and do another round of perfecting in a few hours.

CW: Afab reader, lots of dirty talk, gendered pet names (e.g. "princess" and "pretty girl"), P in V.

WARNING: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Next to you in bed, Ace ran one hand from your waist to your hips and thighs. He loved how your curves felt and he could do this for hours, just memorizing the shape of your body. He was getting ready, mentally preparing himself to fuck you senseless. Would he start by fingering you, or would he eat you out first? That was the question he always got hung up on.

Today, he decided he would finger you. Then, he would fuck you doggystyle. He wanted you to ride him too. He always relished seeing you on top of him, straddling him and fucking yourself with his cock. Yes, he thought, that sounded quite nice today, as it did every day.

Blush dusted your cheeks, and you giggled a bit as he sucked on your neck and felt you up—his lips tickled, and he looked cute and focused. He was always focused on you. It was almost pathological, vaguely concerning at some point. He was just obsessed with you, infatuated to a ridiculous degree (but who could blame him?). Ace worshipped the ground you walked on. He’d do anything for you.

One of his hands crept downwards and came to rest in the valley between your thighs. While he sucked your neck, his hand squeezed your clothed core.

Ace noticed that you tensed up when he gripped you there, over your pajama shorts and panties, so he did it again. Your legs shifted and your breath hitched, just barely. The force made you tingle a bit.

He could tell immediately that you were starting to get hot and bothered. Another squeeze and you inhaled sharply, legs widening just a tad and more blush rising to your cheeks. He grinded the palm of his hand down through your shorts and panties while you mewled softly.

“Fuck, sweetheart, are you getting that worked up already? Falling apart and I haven’t even touched you yet? You poor thing.” Ace murmured in your ear and clenched your cunt again through your shorts. The pressure felt so good that heat started to pool between your legs.

His fingers were thick and rough. He had a heart-melting, devilish smirk over his lips. Every time his lips curled like that it made his freckles scrunch up. Your heart skipped a beat.

Ace continued to run his middle and ring fingers up and down through the fabric covering your folds and clit. Each time he grazed your sensitive bud through the layers of your shorts and panties, your hips bucked inadvertently.

“God, you’re desperate for me, baby. Do my fingers really feel that good? I bet you’re already making a mess of yourself, so needy for me.” He purred in your ear, voice turning to honey as he got harder by the second. Watching you get agitated from something as innocent as this made the fire already burning inside of him roar and crackle.

The friction from his fingers was making you buzz everywhere—your cheeks were smarting, blushing crimson from the embarrassment of him seeing you get excited over something like this, and your cunt was hot too. Wetness was starting to ooze out of your folds and make your panties sticky.

As he rubbed you, your cunt started to pulse. He drew gentle circles around your clit before stroking down the coarse fabric through your lips. You whimpered, letting out puffs of air that disguised the lewd noises getting ready to spill out of you.

“You’re making such pretty sounds already. You want to cum from me rubbing you like this, princess? Do you want it?”

You nodded and looked at him, wide-eyed, pupils blown with desire. “I want it.” One look at your face and Ace’s cock twitched. He couldn’t wait to see your expression transform into pure, reckless lust.

“So thirsty for me, baby. Tell me how bad you want it.” Ace squeezed your core again through your shorts, eliciting a whine. His voice danced in your ear and the musky scent of him added to your arousal. Soft strands of his hair brushed your face. He was as close as possible, intoxicating and all-encompassing.

Ace made his fingertips hot with his devil fruit powers, warming them up noticeably. It felt unreal and made you writhe harder. Your body demanded more friction, more heat, more of his body, more of his scent, more Ace.

“Fuck.” You were breathless. “M-more, please, I-I need it.”

He stared down at where his fingers rubbed your tender nerves through your clothes. A faint stain seeped through your shorts where your entrance was. From the way his fingers glided back and forth, he could tell you were sopping with arousal.

“Just look at how wet you are.” His low, husky voice cooed in your ear as he increased the heat at his fingertips, stoking more zaps of pleasure in your cunt. “Doing such a good job, angel, sitting there lookin’ pretty while I play with you.”

The more Ace’s fingers dragged on the fabric, the more you moved under him. He was just as turned on as you—the idea that you felt so good from his fingers (even through multiple layers of fabric) really did something for him.

“So messy and sloppy for me. Writhing on my fingers. Don’t I make you feel so good?”

“Mmmhmm, Ace, always.” The words fell from your lips, sweet and soft. He thought you moaned and sighed in such beautiful way. It made his heart stop and his cock throb. He couldn’t wait to see your face contort in ecstasy.

“Yeah? Nasty and filthy for me, huh?” He clenched and your thighs shook, squeezing together. “So desperate you’re getting off on me touching you through your shorts? You’re cute when you get flustered like this.”

Ace worked through the soaked fabric as much as he could, massaging harder now. He was digging against your slit through your shorts, pushing into you without regard for the fabric below. He knew you loved these shorts, so he should have been worried about ripping the seams. But he didn’t care right now, and you evidently didn’t care either. What’s one pair of shorts, in comparison with an orgasm so good you would shake and scream?

Ace’s fingers felt so damn good. While he rubbed you through the fabric, he simultaneously encouraged you and let you know how pathetic you were for getting off on something as simple as pressure.

He knew you inside and out. He knew where to rub back and forth, where to apply more force and less. He was reading your body language with ease, adjusting ever so slightly to maximize your pleasure.

His fingers felt like magic and fire—they were hot and they felt electric on your core. It was a wonder how he could pull each drop of pleasure from you while merely swiping his fingers over your clothes.

“Get your panties dirty for me, pretty girl.”

Ace started to pulse the heat of his fingers—he’d let the warmth subside and then spike rapidly, keeping the blazing temperature blasting for a moment before letting it die down again. His fingers grinded over your cunt and slid through your entrance as much as they could through the fabric, amidst the flashes of heat and trembles of your body.

“Don’t you want to cum for me? Let me see how good I make you feel, baby.”

He pressed on your clit like it was a button and rubbed circles around it. One last push of his fingers down your clit and over your folds sent you into a free fall of bliss.

Your legs spasmed and you whined, cumming all over yourself while his fingers drew some last dredges of pleasure out of you. Warm and wet juices seeped through the stain on your shorts and coated his fingers in slick.

Your climax was white-hot and overwhelming. He held his fingers where they were, resting on your clit and pulsing with heat. You twitched under him, briefly overstimulated, and he let out a deep groan.

While he watched you squirm from the residual ripples of pleasure, he palmed his erection. He had a self-satisfied grin plastered over his face.

“Fuck, that was hot. Never knew you were that needy for me, angel. Guess I should do that more often.”

Ace sucked his fingers clean and went to peel your drenched shorts and panties down your legs.

“You did such a good job on my fingers, baby. You want my cock now? Wanna cream for me?”

You were still slack jawed from your orgasm, head lolling to the side and smiling. “Mmhmm.” Your hum was barely audible, but it was all he had to hear.

Ace got between your legs and grabbed you under your knees, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively as he sunk his thick, aching cock into you with a primal moan.

He wasted no time fucking you ravenously, per his initial plan. When your walls clenched on his cock, when you were so wet it was dripping out of your cunt and making squelching sounds ring into the room, he knew you were going to cum again.

He was right, of course. You creamed on his cock within minutes. It was another toe-curling orgasm of oblivion and euphoria. He let himself go soon thereafter, shooting white ropes of cum deep inside of you while his thighs shook.

“God,” he panted as he fell forward onto you. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

i think this is one of my faves for october!! like just imagine him murmuring in ur ear like that oh my fuckkkk >///< i really hope you liked this one!

here’s my masterlist and posting schedule for october, if you’re interested!

also, trick or treat?

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Sophia Loren:

She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65

im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty

OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)

One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.

Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances

Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.

JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL

Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.

Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.

Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳

Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.

Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.

Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.

She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.

On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."

Marlene Dietrich:

ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face

its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"

[aspivampi]

- Rocks need protection too -

Bobby and Hoppy huddled closer to eachother. Both of them winced in pain when they made physical contact , all those bruises made cuddling difficult. A comforting , low voice rumbled around them.

-We are getting closer. Hold on tight. - the giant , who carried them , sighed.

-I'm sorry , Doey. I just... - Hoppy whimpered , nearly shedding tears. - I think I wanted to prove myself.

-Hoppy , hush. It's alright. - Doey responded , a sence of urgency present in his voice. - Let's get you both back into proper shape.

He dropped them off at the Medic's tent and quickly made his way back. The generator had been acting up lately , maybe he should check up on it just for good measure. The mechanical hum rang in his non-existant ears , it all sounded nice and proper. No creaking , no banging on the inside. Nothing.

-Alright. - Doey sighed , very relieved.

If somebody in the Safe Haven asked him , he would have lied , but lately he had been having nightmares. Plenty of them.

They plagued his head.

Now every time he heard a BANG or a CREAK from the machine , on which their safety pretty much relied , he worried. They were just noises standard for the generator but , to be honest , Doey was kind of paranoid.

What if the generator failed when all of them were asleep ?

What then ?

Doey walked around the Safe Haven for a bit more time. He tried his best not to make others anxious , they had enough worries already , but it was difficult.

-... Not smart enough ... NOT GOOD ENOUGH. - the doughy hulk growled under his breath.

His steps became heftier and more stumbly. He was tired , so tired.

Finally , Doey sat down on the ground with a dull THUD.

His eyelids drooped and he stifled a yawn. The thought of sleep crossed his mind but he quickly forgot about it and reprimended himself internally.

-No... no! Watch the others.

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Hours passed slowly. It was late in the night. Doey tried to keep himself awake by pinching himself whenever he even thought of sleeping. It was far from pleasant but it worked. As he nodded , nearly napping , suddenly he heard something.

Something like quiet , little steps.

TAP TAP TAP

Soft , tiny steps became louder. Just as Doey was getting up to investigate , the mysterious toy rounded the corner. What turned out to be mysterious toys came into Doey's view.

-Hello? Is anyone there? - a shaky voice stuttered.

-Heh. No wonder you are a chicken and not a lion. You are such a scaredy cat. - a different voice giggled.

-Nah. That would be Catnap. - the last of the voices hummed. - Let's just go back to ...

-What are you guys doing out of bed? - Doey stood up , towering over the unexpected guests.

The little toys turned out to be Kickin Chicken , Hoppy Hopscotch and Bubba Bubbaphant. The last one looked not very pleased to be awake at such an ungodly hour. Chicken and Hoppy propably dragged him out of bed and it was deffinitely NOT because they were too scared to go by themselves.

-Doey? Wha- - Hoppy cocked an eyebrow in surprise when she took a look at the Doughman.

-What are you doing here? - Bubba scratched his trunk. - Aren't you tired? Shouldn't you be asleep?

-Shouldn't you ?! - Doey furrowed his almost undetectable eyebrows.

Quickly he realized , that he was raising his voice.

--AHEM- - Doey cleared his throat. - Come on. Back to bed with you.

The Doughman stumbled forward. Bubba found himself taken aback by Doey's unsteadyness. As the hulk of colourful dough reached the main area of the Safe Haven , he realized that pretty much every single toy was wide awake.

-Huh ? What are you guys doing up ? - Doey asked , confused by the sight of so many eyes staring at him.

-We couldn't fall asleep without you here. - one Critter spoke up.

-We got scared. - the second followed up.

Doey frowned. He felt as if it was his fault , that his friends couldn't get the sleep they needed. The generator was fine. Why did he leave them ?!

Bobby Bearhug and Craftycorn took notice of their friend's disterss. Soon tears began to fill his little , beady eyes.

-Oh no. - Bobby's ears drooped with worry. - Craftycorn , could you , please , go and get the others ?

-Y- yes - Craftycorn replied with a sence of urgency and took off.

Meanwhile Bobby stayed with Doey and lovingly held his hand. It was almost funny , how huge it was compared to her paw.

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-ALRIGHT ! - Kickin Chicken stood up on one of the boxes in the main area of the Safe Haven. - Who made Doey upset ?!

-Chicken , it's not an assembly , just a normal chat. - Craftycorn squeaked.

-Get down from that box ,you dum-dum ! - Hoppy Hopscotch yelled out , sounding almost like a heckler at a comedy club.

Kickin Chicken reluctantly got down and went to sit by Hoppy , who gave him an affectionate noogie.

Bobby turned to Doey , who just sat in silence and stared at the floor.

...

-Doey , what is going on with you ? - Kickin asked out of the blue.

-Chicken ! - Picky Piggy scolded him.

-What?

-Please ... Stop fighting. - Doey groaned softly and went quiet again.

Bobby Bearhug took the opportunity and snuggled up to the upset caretaker. She only managed to reach up to his lower belly.

-Do you just want to go to sleep ? Maybe you are sad because you are tired. - the red bear asked,

-I don't know if I even want to sleep. I just don't know. - Doey rubbed his eyes. - Maybe let's just call off the meeting. You guys need to sleep. I'll stay up for just one more minute.

-No , Doey. We are going to sleep here with you. - Bubba declared.

-Yeah. So you will feel safe. - mentioned Craftycorn. - Please , Doey.

Doey hung his head. He looked directly at Bobby , who was still clinging to his stomach , and she gave him that sweet , caring look. The bear rubbed her fluffy cheeks on Doey's belly , just to comfort him at least a little bit.

It was nice but as she did that , she felt Doey's dough quiver.

A stream of muffled giggles escaped Doey's mouth.

-Hey , Bobby. Do that again. - Bubba said curiously.

Bobby proceeded to nuzzle her nose into Doey's belly , which still quivered a little from the last laugh.

And it happened again.

-Hehehe HeHeHe ! Mh-h-h-hf !

-And what was that ? - Bubba pretended to be shocked. - We simply must investigate.

He playfully swatted at Hoppy's floppy ear.

-Hoppy , go for his legs. - the blue elephant chuckled.

-You got it! - Hoppy quickly grabbed Doey by the leg.

Hoppy's fingers dug into the sole of her caretaker's foot and the reaction came with lightning speed.

-N-nohohoho ! Hohohold uhuHAHAP !

-We will not hold up. - Kickin Chicken smiled mischeviously , because he got an "awful" idea. - Hey , Hoppy !

-Yes ? What is it , you chicken ? - the green rabbit poked her head up.

-I bet I am better at tickling than you ! - Kickin claimed.

-Oh , in your dreams , Feather-Butt ! - Hoppy cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers. - You wanna put yourself to the test ?

Doey was not sure , what was happening but he wasn't hating it. Not exactly.

-On your mark. - Bubba pretended to be holding a flag in his nubby hand. - And ... GO !

Kickin Chicken decided not to wait for his rival and got straight to work. One could say he had an advantage because of his soft feathers.

Could Doey say ? No , because he was busy sputtering out giggles.

-Gahaha-hihihihihi ! Hohohold *SQUEAK* ohohon ! Ahahahahahaha !

-Hey , Bobby , would you give me a hand here ? - Hoppy called out to her friend.

-Sure ! - Bobby giggled cheerfully.

-Not fair ! I want help out here too in that case ! - Kickin pouted before turning his head in DogDay's direction. - Doggy , get in here !

-Yes ! - DogDay jumped at the sound of his name being called.

Ooh boy. Doey was in for a ride.

DogDay scrambled to join his friends and help them. He climbed onto Doey's back , which wasn't easy but doable , and nestled himself near his neck. He wasted no time and started poking and scribbling his fluffy fingers around Doey's long neck.

-*SNORT* Hihihihihi ! You-hoho-HAHA ! Gahahahays ! *SQUEAK*

-Oh ! We got snorting now. See , Picky ? You ain't the only one. - Hoppy teased , sticking her tongue out to Piggy.

-Hey ! - Picky replied , scrunching her nose. - That's it ! I'm joining in !

To Doey's dismay , Picky managed to find a completely new tickle spot on him. And he thought , that he already had too many. Picky Piggy poked around Doey's hands , his fingers curled up and twitched at the delicate touch.

Bingo !

-KYAHAHAHAHAHA ! NOHOHOHOHOHO ! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE ! *SNORT* *HICCUP* *HICCUP* AHAHAHAHA! HIHIHIHIHI !

Doey's laughter started to quiet down to breathless giggles and hiccups , which lasted for quite a chunk of time. The Smiling Critters , satisfied with the fun they had , got off Doey.

-Boy! That was fun. But who out of the two of us is the winner ? - Hoppy smiled as she stretched.

-I don't know ... - Kickin Chicken scratched his neck. - No ! I know ! Let's ask Doey !

-Hey Do ... ? - Hoppy turned around.

-Shh ! - Bobby Bearhug silenced both Kickin and Hoppy. - Quiet down. Look.

The bear pointed at Doey with her paw. The poor fella got so tired out from all the playtime , he fell asleep right then and there on the floor.

Out of respect for their caretaker's well-being , everybody left the room. Doey deffinitely needed that sleep.

Sweet dreams , Doey.

THE END

[whiskeyghoul]

Hi!! I have huge baby fever rn (mainly for Spencer) and was wondering if you would do dad!Spencer or spencer x pregnant reader, just fluff bc I love Reid. Feel free to ignore it you don't want to :)

The playground || [dad!Spencer Reid x f!reader]

A/N: Thanks for the request. Spencer would be an amazing dad so this was fun to write. Though also a bit of a challenge. I hope you enjoy it. Also look at me adding more pictures. Doing the most out here.

Tags: fluff, pregnancy mention, dad Spencer, reader has a daughter, using children to trap your significant other, no y/n.

Word count: 1.2K

It was early spring as you sat on the park bench. Still wrapped up in many layers of clothing to keep warm in the chill of the afternoon. The sun shone with a warm glow, making the exposed skin of your face heat up ever so slightly. A sigh of content escaped your lips as your eyes fell closed for a second. Enjoying the calmness of the moment that was joyfully interrupted by high pitched laughter that was practically music to your ears. Blinking your eyes open they landed on the little, 4 year old girl who was running around the playground structure being chased by the man you called yours. It had been your idea to head out that day to the park and enjoy the first rays of the spring sun. There had also been something keeping you busy. Spending time outside always makes you calm again.

Spencer was slightly bent down, trying to catch your little girl in a game of what seemed to be tag. A smile split your face as you watched his hair get ruffled by the wind as he almost caught your daughter, she skillfully dodged under the slide and out of his reach with a shriek. Samara, who looked so much like her father with the messy brown curls, big brown eyes that you would do anything for, and that smile full of joy. But her nose was yours, and the shape of her face, and oh that personality, she was mom’s girl after all. She took after you in the way she responded to people, she was kind, gentle and smart. Spencer scooped her up and you watched her writhe in his arms while laughing. “I got you! There’s no escaping now.” He laughed before spinning round and round. “No! Put me down!” She called between laughs and shrieks, her small, red scarf flapping around in their wake. You laughed at the sight, brimming with joy and love for them. 

Spencer stopped spinning, he looked in your direction and you watched his chest heave slightly with each breath he took. The smile that crossed his face was blinding. You watched him crouch down, putting Samara on her feet and he got to eye level with her before whispering something inaudible to her. She nodded her head, a look of determination in her eyes as she wiped some of the stray curls out of her face. They were definitely plotting something. You got up from your seat with suspicion settling into your stomach. Something in you said it would be better to be upright and standing instead of in your seat. Spencer nodded his head and Samara came bounding over to you with Spencer in tow. There was a matching look on both their faces, one of feigned innocence. “What’s going on?” You asked, giving a sideways glance. “Oh, nothing.” Spencer answered as he snaked his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek gently. Warmth spreads through your body just from his touch, the butterflies still never left.

He pulled away and you watched him nod towards your daughter who full force tagged your leg, “You’re it.” She grinned as she ran away. Spencer’s arms around you left as quickly as he had pulled you close as he ran in the opposite direction from Samara. You gasped, standing in place as you had realized their plot to envelope you into their game of tag. Spencer being the distraction for your daughter to sneak up and tag without your complaint. “That’s playing dirty!” You exclaimed though the smile on your face betrayed your feigned upset. You quickly ran after Samara, knowing that their tactic of splitting up made you choose between who to go after first. Your daughter, with smaller legs, would be your first target. Already planning how to convince her to join in capturing Spencer later on. 

Quickly catching up to the four year old was easy enough, letting her escape a few times to make it more fun for her. She clambered over different playground items, using her small stature to her benefit. She crawled into one of the tunnels, following close behind you finally caught up to her. Once you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close she let out another “Nooo!! Mom!!” while laughing as you kissed her cheeks repeatedly. “You’re it!” You said as you waited for her to stop squirming. The weight of her in your arms was absolutely right. She was getting bigger every week it seemed.

“You want to help me catch dad?” You whispered once she settled down. The competitive streak that you have clearly had rubbed off on her as she nodded her head yes. She clearly didn’t frown upon double crossing her dad if it meant winning at tag. “Do I need to tag dad again?” She asked, eyes big, voice soft and hushed just in case Spencer was close to hear. “Actually, I want you to distract him.” You responded with a smile, “Can you go up to daddy and tell him you’re going to be a big sister?” You asked her in a hushed tone. Samara’s eyes went wide and a grin broke out on her rounder face, “I am?” she asked surprised and excited at the same time. In turn you nodded your head yes.

You had found out three days ago, while Spencer was away on a case and when he had returned last night it wasn’t the right time to tell him. Now, using your first born daughter to tell him and to win a game of tag, that was the perfect time to tell him. “Go on, tell him.” Your arms unwrapped from her and she quickly scrambled out of the play tunnel calling for her dad. You crawled out with some struggle, crossing your arms as you watched as Spencer once again picked up the little girl. You dusted off your pants and jacket as you walked towards the two of them.

“What is it, princess?” Spencer asked, looking quizzically at her perhaps thinking you plotted against him. “I’m gonna be a sister! I’m gonna be a sister!” Samara spoke sing-songey as she settled in his arms. Spencer’s eyes widened and his head shot up to look at you. Eyes full of questions and surprise, the gears in his head going a 1000 miles a minute as he processed the news. Trying to decide whether it was real or not. You walked closer, a gentle smile on your lips as you kissed his cheek. “Are you-?” He asked hushed as you pulled away. “Yes, I am.” you whispered back earning you a kiss on the lips. Filled with joy, happiness and warmth. The butterflies in your stomach would probably not settle for the rest of the day. 

You pulled away from the kiss gently, your hand reaching up and you pressed your finger to his chest. “And…” You watched him as he looked at you with baited breath, hanging onto every word that would come out of your mouth. Your lips curled into a smirk.

“Tag you’re it.” 

[thollandneedy]

Needy- Tom Holland

A/n: I was listening to "You're the right one" by Sports while i was writing, so just in case you guys need a song to listen to while reading, here it is.

Warnings: Explicit language and Sexual content (And Frat!Tom being a complete SLUT for Y/n)

Summary: Frat!Tom and Y/n fights for each other attencion during a party

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Thomas Holland might look like an innocent guy, but he knew he was a motherfucker 

The multicolored lights reflected off the pale face of the boy, who wore a black shirt that clung to his newly acquired muscles from constant trips to the gym during the week

What an asshole

What the fuck was he trying to show when he flexed his arms while talking to other girls?

Even though he was in his first year of college, he had already become a target for the older girls who made a point of welcoming him when he arrived at his dorm and went to his first party. Even though the cold November weather made him too lazy to go to parties, he was still there as usual. His hands held a red glass with beer in it, while from afar Y/n watched him in silence. Her relationship with Thomas was complicated, since they had sex casually, but they were still jealous of each other as their greatest weakness.

Y/n, leaning against the beige wall of the fraternity house, denied it with her head. The brunette exchanged glances with her, smiling at her as if talking to other girls was a meaningless victory, but it was still a victory. 

"...So that's how I managed to get a A+ in Lauren's class." Holland commented, bringing the glass of drink to his mouth.

The loud music was a slight obstacle to being able to hear his conversation with a group of students, but Y/n couldn't give up. 

"Wow. I didn't know you could be smart and hot at the same time. That's a hard combination to find these days." A blonde girl with almond-shaped eyes says, smiling at him, and then looking at her friends.

"It's your eyes, love." Tom looked her over from head to toe, appreciating her thighs that were sticking out and the roundness of her ass that perfectly matched the ripped black denim shorts. 

The brunette shifts his gaze once more, looking back to where Y/n was, but she has disappeared. His forehead tensed as his eyes searched for her as if he had lost something precious.

Where did she go?

On the other side of the party, Y/n was sitting at the kitchen counter talking to a classmate. As bad as the conversation was, the girl in the white dress was still laughing at everything that seemed to be in jest. The man was talking about his scientific research, but it was only when his eyes caught Tom walking through the living room that the conversation became much more enjoyable. But her heart dropped out of her chest when she saw that he was holding hands with the blonde girl who was talking to him.

Where were they going? 

"Y/n?" The man in front of them calls out.

"Hi! Sorry for the distraction, the music makes it hard to understand," the girl says, putting her index finger under her ear to signal the sound.

"Do you want me to come closer?" He asked.

Before she could say no, Holland passed through the living room once more, heading for the toilet next to the kitchen. If this was the game she wanted to play, she also knew what the rules were.

"Please," the student asked with a twinkle in her eye

Then he smiled and moved closer to the girl, placing his two hands on either side of the worktop and crouching slightly forward to speak into Y/n's ear. As soon as the student's body left the field, there was Thomas walking towards the restroom hand in hand with the girl. Both eyes were vying for attention, making their respective partners less interesting. Perhaps it was a fetish for exhibitionism that neither of them had realized yet, but the need for attention was clear when it came to being jealous. The brunette laughed out loud, nodding and then showing his middle finger, as he finally entered the competition that Y/n had invited him to. 

Y/n was no innocent, and Thomas knew it. No matter how saintly her big eyes looked, the heat of her body burned against him like hell.

But like any fight, when one of his opponents falls, he only has 10 seconds to recover. The boy stops, leaving his feet motionless as the girl in front of him moves forward, but he also stops when he realizes that Holland remains intact. The blonde smiles, catching his eye with a light touch on his chest.

"Are you all right? I thought we were going to the bathroom."

At that moment, Y/n had her legs briefly spread, showing the dark blue panties she was wearing under her dress. From that angle, it was possible to see that the conversation with her classmate had turned into a wet kiss on her neck.

Slut 

"Come here, baby" Holland then pulled her by the waist, kissing her fervently. 

His hands gripped the back of her head, quickly guiding her movements while his tongue invaded her mouth with the taste of alcohol. He didn't feel horny for her, even though his hands were squeezing her ass. What made him want to kiss her more than anything were Y/n's glances at his lost soul. 

Does he want to play? Then let's play.

Y/n pulls the brunette in front of her by the collar of her blouse and kisses him slowly. Like a male instinct, he slowly traces his fingers up the girl's thigh, leading them to her crotch and down again like a sly caress. Y/n gasps, and her hungry eyes stare up at Thomas receiving a hickey, while her veiny hands still squeeze the blonde's ass hard. Y/n throws her head back, allowing herself to feel in control of the situation as the man kisses his way down to her collarbone

"Fuck." Thomas grunts as he sees Y/n's action, showing how her swollen breasts glisten against the low kitchen lights.

"Do you like it?" His companion asks against his wet neck.

"Of course, darling." Holland turns his eyes to the girl, lying

Y/n opened her eyes, looking up at the half-lit ceiling because of the bright lights that were on the ceilings of the main rooms. Her core contracted at the thought of how angry Thomas was getting, but her smile fell when she realized that he was no longer looking at her. The brunette was sitting in a black armchair, while the blonde's body was being explored by him. His lap was occupied by the lap of the older student, who was rolling against his erection more and more as the kiss became intense. 

What the fuck was she doing on top of him?

"Y/n?" Her classmate caught her eye once again when he realized she was distracted. 

"Will you take me to a room?" The girl asks without even thinking of a less radical solution.

"Do you really want to go?" The man asks hopefully.

"I do," the girl says, kissing him again as an act of confirmation.

As soon as she opened her eyes again, a hand touched the shoulder of her companion in front of Y/n. Her heart raced, holding her breath as she realized who was waiting for her with a forced smile.

"Thomas! What's up, man?" The man turned around at an awkward length because of the state of excitement he was in.

"Kyle, it's nothing personal. But take your hands off Y/n, now," Holland says in a passive-aggressive tone.

Y/n nods, puts his tongue against his cheek and gives a sarcastic smile.

So you mean he can rub up against any slut, and she can't have sex with any man at a party?

Fucking hypocrite

However, while holding her nerves so as not to shout at Thomas and create a scene, she turns away from the man in front of her, straightens her white dress and stands up. Thomas holds out one of his hands as an invitation for her to follow.

"Fuck you, Holland." Y/n spits out the words, passing the two men without worrying about how fast she was walking. 

Smiling to himself, Thomas walks up behind her and one of his hands finds Y/n's wrist. They both quickly enter the washroom with its pale walls and white light, as if it were a punishment to live so dangerously close to each other. Holland closes the door lock, then turns to Y/n who has her arms crossed in an act of hatred.

"Who was the blonde?"

"Why do you want to know?" Thomas says in a mocking tone

"Why can you want to mess around with some little bitch and I can't even try to get with a guy?" Y/n grimaced, closing his face in stress.

"Because as far as I know, you're mine." Holland approaches Y/n, touching her shoulder and then slapping her hand away.

"Not in a billion years would I be yours, Thomas." The student's hands find her waist, which is pressed against the door.

" That's not what you said in bed last week when I asked you who my good girl was"

"Shut up" Y/n spits out his words with contempt, bringing one of his hands to the door handle.

" You wish I'd shut up by putting your pussy in my mouth" His hands find her wrist again.

"You're sick." The student says, finally meeting his chocolate eyes.

"And yet you're here, aren't you?"

She remains silent, slowly losing the lines of expression exposed on her made-up face. Thomas smiles to himself.

The kind of smile that isn't even worth a penny

His two hands found the end of her dress, lifting it to expose what was being guarded by a blue factory. Y/n wasn't reluctant, nor did she want to be.

His chest heaving with excitement, he felt his mouth go dry when he saw that Holland's knees were collapsing to the floor, finding himself completely surrendered to her. Y/n opened her mouth in a silent moan as she received wet kisses from the young man.

He was good at it

"I don't want to see you with any girl anymore." Y/n closes her eyes, tipping her head back and allowing herself to feel Holland's thumb run over her hard clit.

"And I don't want to see you even breathing next to a guy who's eating you up with his eyes." Thomas's hot breath comes close to Y/n's panties, which were slid down without haste. " Deal?"

" Deal" Y/n moans as she says it, being completely exposed to the boy who now has one of her legs over his shoulder.

"Good girl, darling." He looks at her one last time. Now let me take care of that poor wet pussy."

[writing-whenever-whatever]

Good girl - if you wanna go out some time

Billy Hargrove x Harrington reader

part 1

Summary: you finally get a day at the pool laying in the sun getting a tan, unaware of the embarrassment that is to come. 

Warning: MDNI, 18+, nearly drowning, fear of water, billy being a tease, but if an ass hole, female masturbation, moaning Billy’s name, billy watching without permission, embarrassment, Mummy issues, daddy issues, abandonment issues, anxiety, Steve being bitchy, attachment issues, Not proof read

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It’s a hot summer day down at the pool as I lay out stretched sun bathing in my red bikini and the heart shaped sunglasses with matching red frames, I lay watching the clouds dance in the sky as a shadow forms over me the life guard billy, the new mr tough guy of Hawkins who seems to have a problem with my brother, Steve for no reason. 

I blink up at him as he blocks the sun from me “ everything ok” I look up lifting my sunglasses from my eyes resting them ontop of my head “ I’m surprised your big brother isn’t here guarding you y/n” he teases a smirk on his face “ Steve’s working today so i finally get some alone time “ I prop myself up on my elbows looking  at him “ shouldn’t you be doing your job by watching the kids in the pool?” I scoff as he sits on the sun bed next to me “ nah I got to distracted by this cute new bikini you’re wearing, it fits your figure perfectly “ he bites his bottom lip as his eyes glance over my tits that are overflowing the top of my bikini I swing my legs round to face him properly “ my eyes are up here dick head” I glare slightly “ I know your brain is probably located in your pinky toe but I’m sure your smart enough to know I’m more than just my tits” I snap as he rests his hand on my thigh “ oh come on princess don’t be such a prude “ I swat his hand away rising to my feet “thanks a lot Hargrove, you’ve ruined my day” I pick up my bag holding my head up high as I begin walking off just for a boy to run into me pushing me into the deep end of the pool. 

Fear rushes over me as I sink to the bottom of the pool trying to make my way up to the surface struggling frantically, little to anyone’s knowledge I can’t swim, the most I’ve ever swam is a light paddle or dipping my toes in but as soon as I’m fully submerged in water the panic sets in I’m gasping for air as water fills my lungs.  Everything happens in slow motion as my vision blurs a loud splash fills the water around me strong arms grabbing me and dragging me towards the edge pulling me up out onto the side. 

I lay there choking and gasping as tears run down my cheeks as billy jumps onto the side “ what the fuck are you doing at a pool if you can’t swim you idiot “ his voice holds back a laugh as he sees how panicked I am he wraps a towel around me his hand resting on my cheek as he looks me in the eyes “ hey look at me you’re ok” his voice is softer than before but still seems mocking to me  as I cough up water “ thank you” I mumble quickly trying to compose myself before standing up on shaky legs, extremely embarrassed my whole body soaked and trembling, mascara dripping down my face “ I’m gonna go” I look at billy as he stood me again “ you sure you can drive like this your in a bit of a state I could give you a lift” he offers watching as I shake my head “ I’m fine thank you” I mutter before quickly running out and getting into my car.

As I shut the door behind me I sit resting my head against the wheel as water drenches everything “ you fucking idiot” I mutter to myself as I see my face in the rear view mirror “ god you’re such a mess” I whisper quietly wiping the dripping mascara off onto the towel the squeezing the water out my hair trying to make myself feel at least 20% better before driving home. 

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When I pull up onto the drive i sit in the car for a while longer sat staring at my reflection as the radio plays quietly I feel like I’m in my own world wrapped up in my own embarrassment, I don’t notice Steve sneaking round my car till he bangs 

on the window making me jump I let out a scream hitting the horn slightly as Steve laughs staring at me “ god sis you should have seen your face man it was like ahh then waaa” he mimicked me laughing more I stare up at him “ not funny Steve” I open the door letting it hit him as I step out 

he looks at me raising an eyebrow “ why are you all wet” he asks tilting his head his laughter slowly dying as I sigh “ I was pushed into the deep end by some bratty kid” he looked down at me “ you shouldn’t have gone there y/n, you know you can’t swim” he lectured me slightly as he looks at me “ I know, I know Stevie I’m sorry” I look down slightly “ I was saved by the life guard and they made a whole song and dance about it I’m so fucking embarrassed” I look down as he sighs at me tutting under his breath “ why do you even  go to the public pool, we have our own in the back yard. There’s no risk of being pushed into there” he looks at me  sighing as I shake my head  “our pool is shit, I wanted a tan and our pool is always in the shade “ I grumble as he unlocks the door to the house “ and there are no cute boys at our pool” he puts on a stupid high pitch girly voice trying to mock me but I roll my eyes “ shut up” I push him back stepping into the house going straight up to my room “ I’m not wrong “ he yells up at me as I slam my door shut. 

As the door closes I quickly get myself changed putting an over sized tee on laying back on my bed making myself comfortable I can’t help but think how gentle billy acted when he saw the fear in my eyes how he held my cheek how he spoke to me I can’t help but blush “ he can be sweet” I mutter to myself taking a deep breath as I pull my covers over my self curling up slightly imagining Billy’s hands all over me 

Soon I’m running my hand up my thigh I close my eyes slowly my fingers inside moving them in and out quietly moaning 

“ fuck” I gasp quietly biting my lip as My fingers pump into my dripping cunt , a frantic pace building as I arch my back of the mattress slightly pushing my fingers deeper. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my eyes rolling back as I gasped for air. “aaaa~ fuck~” my free hand moving down rubbing my clit in quick circles .Then, it hit me. A wave of pure bliss washed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling, my body weak and spent as I lay flat in the mattress my eyes flutter heavily as I open them I gasp sitting up suddenly as I see my door open a crack the smug face of billy Hargrove peaking through as I pull the blankets up to cover myself . 

“ shit” I look at him my eyes wide in panic as he pushes the door open.  “ your front door was open I let myself in” he looks down at me “ I got you that worked up sweetheart “ he is face even more smug than before “ you should have knocked” I snap slightly my cheeks glowing with embarrassment “ I was gonna but then I heard your beautiful voice calling out my name” he scoffs as I punch his arm “ what do you even want” I look down avoiding his strong blue eyes that stare over me watching as my legs still tremble under the bed covers his tongue darting across his bottom lip slightly before he starts to talk “ you left your sun glasses at the pool” he holds them out the my his calloused fingers brushing against mine as I snatch them from him

frowning even more as I sigh deeply “ how much did you see” I finally meet his eyes my face still flushed as he rests his hand on my covered leg “ all of it” his voice is dark and it makes shivers travel up my spine “ I’m so sorry “ i bring my knees up resting my head on them “ I’m so fucking sorry” I feel his hand move my damp hair out of my face “ todays been an embarrassing one for you hasn’t it” he smirks his voice a gentle coo “ you don’t need to apologise though” he adds his hand stroking my hair combing his fingers through the tangled damp knots “ that was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while” I blush violently “ I know you’re making fun of me” I grumble into my knees not needing to look up to see his smug expression “ if you wanna think of it like that then do so, but if you wanna go out some time you know where I am” he stands back up getting off my bed making it creak slightly as I peak up at him my eyes meeting his again “I’ll see you around I guess” I mutter quietly making him hum in response, he winks at me before leaving my room closing the door behind him his echoing foot steps getting further and further away from my door as he makes his way down the stares.

I quickly get up balancing my self on wobbly legs as the oversized tee falls covering my bare legs I open the door quickly “ billy wait” I call out holding the door frame for support as he turns to look at me “ what’s up princess “ he tilts his head as he eyes me up “ I was rude I’m sorry, come back up I think we need to talk” I say my voice shaking slightly as he steps back up the stairs till he’s stood in front of me “ fine” he flashes a grin at me as I let him step back into my room closing my door after him. 

I walk in picking up a pack of cigarettes “ want one” I look at him as I light up one holding it between my lips “ little miss goodie too shoes Harrington smokes what would Stevie say” his hand hits his chest as exaggerates his shock “ there’s lots of things you and Steve don’t know about me “ I take a long drag giving him a sarcastic smile. He leans forward taking the cigarette out of my mouth and takes a puff for him self a smug look on his face “ trust me darling smoking isn’t good for you” I roll my eyes “ oh shut up billy “ I lay back slightly falling quiet for a second 

“ you won’t tell anyone will you” I look at him my voice turning nervous “  don’t worry, I won’t say a thing” his face still twisted in a smug smirk as he lays next to me “thank you” I mutter quietly letting a sigh of relief leave me “ now are you gonna tell me what’s going on” he asks head tilting to look at me his curls fall in front of his face making me smile slightly “ fine, but you can’t make fun of me. I’ve had a bit of a crush for a while but I try to hide it because you seem to just act like a dick all the time” I look at him my cheeks flushed as he lets a gruff laugh leave him “ oh come on sweetheart I’m a dick to everyone ” his hand rubs up my arm “ you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve met” I scoff as I steal the cigarette from him “ sure I am I catch you staring at carol and even Mrs wheeler I see you mr tough guy staring at their asses as they walk away” i look at him as I take another puff “ oh please so I look at other girls it’s cause you play hard to get” i giggle smoke flying from my lips causing me to start coughing slightly sitting up more to get air into my lungs. 

Billy helps me sit up rubbing my neck his face slightly concerned “ listen princess if you like me and I like you there’s only one way this can turn out” he looks at me my eyes watering from the choking fit “ are you serious” i ask a smile dancing across my face “ of course why don’t we give dating a go” i look down blushing “ ok “ I smile leaning up to him kissing his cheek gently I watch as his eyes wander down to my tits “ just because we’re dating doesn’t mean my eyes are down there” I giggle moving his eyes back to my face. 

“ you could stay for dinner if you want we’ll probably order something in” his eyes meet mine “ alright but won’t your parents mind” I shake my head a scoff escaping me “ no need to laugh I only asked” he snarks slightly looking at me his eyebrows furrowed “ I’m sorry but I’m surprised you haven’t noticed that they’re never here” his face softens slightly “ oh are they dead or something “ I let a snort of laughter escape me as I fall back in a fit of laughter “ how I wish they were, they basically are to me and Stevie” i laughed holding my sides as they start to ache “ they work away all the time we’re lucky if they come home once a year” 

I smile at him “ it’s just me and Steve, billy if you’re gonna think of anyone as my father figure stevies your man” I look at him as he nods a look of realisation on his face “ shit” he mutters quietly looking at me a sigh escaping him “Stevie boy doesn’t like me much” I giggle slightly as I sit up “ I know” I smile looking at him “ doesn’t mean you can’t learn to get a long” 

the door to my room opens suddenly as Steve stands in the door way eyes wide “ what’s going on” he asks stepping into the room his stare fixed in billy as he walks to my side pulling me closer to him protectively “ Stevie “ I look at him “ don’t tell me this is what I think this is” he looks down at me his hair falling into his face “ you aren’t fucking my sister dude” he glares as I blush violently “ not yet but we are dating” billy smiles smugly “ which means we need to get a long “ he lets a scoff escape him as I look up at Steve “ y/n why him, there are so many nice boys out there and you go for that” he looks so disappointed as I look up at him “ give him a chance Stevie” I look at him “ please it’s only early stages” he nods rolling his eyes slightly “ fine but if he breaks your heart don’t say I didn’t warn you” he rests his hand on my shoulder gently watching as Billy sits up “ listen Steve I know we have our differences “ he looks at Steve his eyes glistening with a senseless charm “ doesn’t mean I have them with y/n “I look at Steve “ I said fine I’m giving you a chance” he snaps glaring at Billy. 

“ oh yeh and he’s staying for dinner” I smile up at him sweetly “ ughhh” Steve rolls his eyes dramatically storming out the room “ for him that went well” I giggle as Billy side eyes me slightly as I lean against him “ oh come on stevies a bit dramatic ok but that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be” I smile up at him beaming with excitement he can’t help but crack a smile “ fine i believe you “ he chuckles slightly “ but he’s still not impressed “ he runs his hand through my hair gently “ he’ll get used to it” i reassure him my hand holding his giving it a light squeeze of assurance. 

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A few hours pass of talking when Steve calls me down to the kitchen as I make my way down the stairs the smell of pizza fills the room “ did I forget to say dinner was ready “ he looks at me smugly “ billy foods here” I call up to him before taking a seat at the table “ i know you don’t like him Stevie but you need to try” I sigh looking at him “ how can I trust such a brute with my little sister” he fights back looking at me “ while mum and dad are away I’m in charge that means I need to protect you from people like that” as he looks up billy walks in the room “ I’m not that bad Jesus Christ man” he sits next to me “ just ignore him Billy he’s just protective “ I look at him “ you’ve never had a boyfriend before and of course your first one has to be a dick” Steve rants as I bash my hand in the table “ STEVE” I glare at him “ enough “ i sigh my eyes watering slightly as I look at him he digs into a slice of pizza distracting himself as I pass a plate of food to Billy and keep one for myself. 

The rest of the dinner is spent eating in silence till Billy coughs looking at Steve “ sorry to break your heart even more Stevie but did you know y/n smokes and drinks” his face curling into a grin as I choke on my food “ you’re lying to me” Steve grunts his eyes falling to me as I splutter “ god knows she might even do drugs “ Billy gasps at his own suggestion I step on his foot under the table making him grunt slightly  “ tell me he’s lying y/n” Steve looks down at me “ I occasionally have a drink at a party Stevie but that’s all” I try putting the innocent act on looking up at my big brother wide eyed making Billy burst out laughing “ god Steve should have seen your face man” he cackles leaning back in his chair

 “ I was joking” steve stands up pushing his chair to the floor “ I’m going out” he walks towards the door pulling his jacket on his car keys gripped in hand “ where are you going” i ask “ it’s so late Stevie you can’t leave me” I look at him face full of worry “ I’ll be back when he’s fucked off” he walks out the door slamming it behind him. 

“ Billy what the fuck” I hit his arm as he looks down at me chuckling “ oh come on it was a joke” I shake my head “ you shouldn’t have done it Billy he’s sensitive “ he sighs looking down at me “ he’ll get over it” he takes a bite out of his pizza putting his attention back on his plate “ fine I guess but you can’t just say things like that and expect him to find it funny” I sigh, eating the rest of my food. 

After we finish eating Billy gets up “ I’m gonna have to go now I’ll come see you tomorrow yeah” I look at him my eye brows furrowing slightly “ ok drive safe “ I kiss his cheek “will do, tell Steve thanks for the food” he pulls his jacket getting up and walking towards the door I follow behind holding it for him “ have a good night” I smile sweetly “ night princess, sleep well” he smirks his hand running over my cheek gently before he pulls away walking towards his car quickly driving away leaving me in an empty house alone.

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Hours have passed and it’s started to get late I’m sat in the living room in my pyjamas watching some tv with all the lights on in the house anxiously waiting for Steve to come home. I check my watch seeing that it’s 11pm the sudden realisation comes to me he’s probably not coming home, he’ll be staying the night at robins house which means he’s really pissed at me. 

I hate being alone especially at night the house creaks and makes strange noises and it brings back memories from my childhood not good ones either. Like the time my parents left me at the house when I was 5, I was off sick from school laying in my little pink bed i remember mum coming in placing her hand on my forehead gently running into my hair her eyes still holding a coldness a mother shouldn’t have as she looks up at my dad “ she’ll be fine, it’s only a cough” she whispers not noticing that I was awake as she stands up and walks away closing the door behind her little did I know I wasn’t gonna see them for a long time after that. When I was alone the house grew colder and darker , i was so scared too all I could do was cry out for my mother but no one came. I remember when Steve got home from school he was furious to see the house empty  he rushed straight to my bedroom  hugging me tightly from that day on he promised to look after me. 

But where was he now. I tuck my legs up into my chest i know I’m old enough to look after myself but deep down I’m still scared of being alone, scared that I’ll be abandoned by him as well as my parents.

As my thoughts begin to overwhelm me I get up rushing to the door, grabbing my keys and jump into my car driving off not knowing where to go. I just drive the radio blaring as I put my foot down, the car moving practically on autopilot as I pull up at the Hargrove residence. 

I sit in the car for a second trying to calm myself as my hands shakily grip the steering wheel and my breath comes out quick and frantic as it begins to settles slightly I get out walking to the door not quite sure if what to say or really why I came here but I’m here now. I finally reach the door gently knocking my head hanging low as I wait for someone to answer. 

The door opens a short red haired girl stands there looking up at me “ what do you want” she asks rudley her eye brows furrowed together as she frowns “ I’m sorry to bother you so late is Billy in” I keep my head down as she looks back into the house “ Billy it’s for you” she shouts stepping back from the door as the familiar voice calls out “ who is it” I adjust myself slightly standing up a bit more “ i don’t know some girl” he walks to the door his jaw falling slightly slack as he sees me “ Maxine move” he pushes her out the way and  back into the house “ y/n what are you doing here, is everything ok” he looks at me face full of concern “ Steve still isn’t home” I look at him “ ok become on you’re a big girl you know how to take care of yourself now don’t you” he asks his smirk playing on his face “ it’s not like that it’s just I’m scared” I mumble quietly looking down as try to turn back “ sorry I’m just being stupid” he grabs my shoulder “ no come in you can stay here tonight” he pulls me towards him his hand moving to hook around my waist “ Dads out with Susan so it’s just me and max “ he assures me closing the door letting the warmth of the house wrap around me bringing a sense of security. 

Billy takes my hand gently walking me into the house it’s well decorated and extremely organised the tv is on blaring loudly as he sits me on the sofa “ why are you scared” he asks moving to turn the volume down “ it’s nothing don’t worry “ I look at him “ listening if you’re going to be my girlfriend you need to tell me things” Billy kneels infront of me meeting my eyes as I give him a timid smile “ it just brings back memories and not good ones” I sigh quietly as he rests his hand on my cheek “ I understand “ he smiles trying to comfort me as I start to explain everything. 

“ so Steve knows all of that and still left you” he stands back up his voice turning angry as he paces slightly “ it’s fine, he needs his own time too Billy “ I look at him taking his hand in mine “ I’m fine” I assure him squeezing his hand gently he looks at me “ you listen to me when ever you’re scared or alone you come straight to me” he looks at me as I nod a smile playing on my lips 

“ you’re turning soft Billy boy” I tease my fingers tangling into his wild curls as he picks me up bridal style “ I’m only soft, to those I like” he gives my ass a playful slap “ you’re lucky I like you little miss Harrington” I rest my head on his shoulder gently looking up at him with big innocent eyes “ I like you too ” I smile sweetly as he walks up the stairs and to his room kicking the door open to reveal a tiny box room it’s relatively tidy with posters scattered along the walls he sets me down on the edge of his bed  as he walks to close the door “ oi Maxine lights out” he calls out to his sister earning a groan and a door slam from across the corridor. 

“ god she’s a brat” i hear billy mutter before closing the door he turns to look at me “ you look after her?” I look up at him “ she’s not my problem to worry about” he huffs moving next to me “ she can look after herself “ I nod resting my head on him gently looking up at him “ but it’s always a good idea to have someone there for you” he shakes his head at me “ it’s not like you and Steve, me and max are nothing alike and she’s not my problem “ I sigh quietly “ ok bills, but you can’t always take your anger out on her all the time“ he tackles me gently down onto the bed so I’m now laying making me giggle “ that’s enough talking now doll face” he leaves rough kisses along my cheeks making me blushing violently “ let’s get some shut eye, you know Stevie wouldn’t be ok with little y/n getting a late night” he teases a playfulness in his voice as I lay back giggling he wraps his arms around my waist cuddling me “ fine” I smile at him. 

“ to think I thought you were such an ass hole” I smile eyes growing heavy “ you just needed to get to know me sweetheart “ Billy holds me closer kissing my head gently “ you’re not as bad as I thought either so I guess we proved each other wrong “ he looks down at me a smug look in his face “ promise you won’t leave” I look up at him yawning slightly “ id never leave you” he strokes my cheek gently as he watches my eyes fall shut drifting off in to a deep sleep in his warm arms, he whispers quietly to me his breath hitting my ear making me snuggle back into his touch “ there’s a good girl” he keeps his breathing steady leaving goose bumps along my neck as he holds me close soon falling asleep himself. 

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Could I request for Alice in borderland with these characters: Banda, Chishiya, Niragi, Oki yaba and kyuma

How would they be with a boyfriend/husband that acts like dazai osamu?

Also could this take place in their "last" games?

Aka

Chishiya, Banda and Aki Yaba in Jack of hearts

Niragi and Kyuma in the king of clubs game (let's pretend there was 6 players on each team instead of 5, also let's pretend when you write kyumas that his team won instead of arisus🥰)

- Alice in borderland w/ S/o who acts like Dazai Osamu

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: {𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐢, 𝐊𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} (𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡) 𝐂𝐖: 𝐌𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚:

• Honestly to him it was a 50/50 feeling about you joining the game with him, the poor man was gonna have a heart attack if the game was a single winner game but luckily for him it wasn’t!!! So now he feels a lot more relief, especially since he’s got you as his partner.

• Chishiya sat you down like disobedient dog cause he knew you’d mess around in some way, he knows you to well. It was quite frightening to the other players on how quickly your attitude changed after Chishiya’s lecture. He doesn’t want to worry about you picking the wrong answer on purpose.

• Chishiya knows your super irresponsible but your also very smart so Chishiya trust you, but not with yourself. He immediately side-eyes you the moment you make a suicide joke, and tells you to take this seriously. You immediately tell him he’s a kill joy which has him staring at you strangely.

• Most of the game was just the two of you watching the other players and trying to investigate who the Jack player was, along with watching others die in the game. Though an hour into the game you already had your suspicions about who the Jack player was, which Chishiya decided to listen to since it was something he trusted you with.

• The two of you are mostly seen at the cafeteria table eating cookies together and talking with each other, while the two of you where offered to join this pretty lady’s group the both of you where quick to deny it. Why rely on others when you two have each other?

• When staying overnight in the game, you definitely had Chishiya cuddling in the same bed as you, he was quite defensive about it but after your annoying pleads he let you cuddle your face into his back while the both of you slept. It’s been a while since you two have gotten to sleep so comfortably, especially since no one could get out of their way to kill you.

• Once the game ended you two walked out hand in hand like a regular couple would, letting the last two players torment the Jack player till he died, a satisfied grin appeared on your face watching the airship explode in the sky, Chishiya definitely gave you a concerned stare before shrugging and holding your hand tighter as you two continued onto your next game. ____________

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚:

• You and Banda were the last players to enter together, though most of the players already assumed you two were close since you walked in with each other with hands together. 

• When a random dude wanted to join the two of you, the both of you gave each other a look before allowing him to join you. Banda has to keep an eye out on the guy who so boldly tried crowding you two!

• Banda doesn’t really care how you behave in the game at all, You could be silly and goofy or just act cold and sadistic it doesn’t affect him since he’s not worried about you two dying. 

• After Banda found out that Yaba and Momoka were fucking in the prison cell he probably asked you if you wanted to do the same after naming your suit shape for that round. Yaba and Momoka weren’t the only players annoying other players and having fun that night. 

• Banda has his arm around your waist 24/7 throughout the game, He isn’t ashamed about P.D.A. but he also doesn’t want to be taken lightly by other players, he’s gotten at least three people to betray their partners.

• During the nights you two slept the most comfortably, the two of you have your arms wrapped around each other in a death grip, refusing to let the other go. You unfortunately end up falling off the bed even though you guys are gripping onto each other for dear life 

• At the end of the game, it turned out to be Enji who was the Jack in the game! While some other player left, Banda and Aki decided to have some fun trying to get information out about the boy, two bad for both of you he didn’t last very long. 

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𝐀𝐤𝐢:

• He found it a bit irritating how you weren’t taking the game seriously, hell you weren’t even listening to the rules at all! He probably criticizes you for it and tells you to pay better attention or you’ll end up dying if you continue to play games like that. I mean he isn’t gonna be in every game you play, so how are you gonna survive the other ones if you don't pay attention?

• Aki has a firm grip on you 24/7 throughout the entire game, like a dog on a leash. You expect your fate though because your hubby was hot as hell looking upset with you, after all your favorite hobby was to annoy the living hell out of him.

• You’ve probably made a suicidal joke in front of other players, making it sound like a goal/ dream of yours to happen. All the other players think of you as insane and avoid you at every chance they get. Aki said he was embarrassed by you, yet still followed you around the game area like a guard dog.

• The two of you are surprisingly always found together in the kitchen, mostly because of you. You tend to take a whole basket of snacks with you around the place to eat during the entire game, too bad none of the other players seemed to have a huge appetite.

• Aki does NOT welcome other players to join your group, if anyone asks they’d probably get flipped off but if any of them ask if you could read their suit Aki intentionally gives them the wrong answer. You find it a bit mean but Aki just tells you it’s for your own sake and brushes it off.

• Sleeping together at night is one of the most fun times in your opinion! You got your hubby to agree to let you sleep on top of him, which got you face first into his chest and his arms wrapping around you to keep you from falling. Before Aki could go to sleep you blurted out who you thought the Jack was before going back to sleep and Aki stayed awake the whole night figuring out why that answer made so much sense. Why are you so smart yet so fucking stupid!?!? 

• At the end of the game when it turned out that Enji was the Jack player, you had the most cheeky grin and poked Aki with a bunch of ‘I told you so’ Aki wasn’t very pleased about it but what the hell. You stayed at the game area with him until he had fun torturing Enji till he gave up and died. Aki said he was no fun, barely slipping out any information about the Borderland world which you giggled about!

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𝐊𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐚:

• You and the entire band were just standing there while Kyuma was trying to set up the rules on your guy's new game, with all of you voting, bickering, and suggesting ideas till you all settled on the game rules and let the games begin.

• Since you guys were part of the game-making rules you just had to beat other players playing your game, you weren’t complaining one bit, especially when Kyuma decided to go nude during the entire game! A+ view for you to be honest, definitely made sexual comments to Kyuma which made him laugh or stare at you amused while your other teammates were gagging.

• When the first players joined you were more than thrilled to see them, honestly you had a 50/50 chance of winning and that had your blood pumping after staying in this world. The other 6 contestants were super serious about it which had you amused a bit, also seeing another ’couple’ in the game! To bad it was your team or theirs!

• After being broken into your teams, the 6 of you split your points evenly, You and Uta were assigned to guard your bases together while the other four men were going around grabbing points for your team. There wasn’t much for you and Uta to do other then say random shit to each other.

• You and Uta looked at each other worried at the fact the other team was leading in by 5000 points, that’s where all 6 of you had a small meeting where they all agreed to risk their lives to touch the base pole, While you were the first to quickly volunteer you were also the first one to be shut down by Kyuma who disagreed, saying it was yours and Uta job to protect the base.

• After the whole base situation three of your members came in with 10,000 points! So the 6 of you decide to go into pairs of 2, agreeing to go find items and other players to gain points since they probably wouldn’t have the guts to go to your base. Which was right! Good for you cause the rest of the game was you getting to hold Kyuma's hand and find items together like a lovely couple!

• The moment your team was 30,000 points ahead for the other players you all just hung out at the base, with you all standing around bored. However, after 20 minutes, you convinced Kyuma to lie down with you on the floor, just waiting for the next hour for the game to finish off.

• When 10 minutes of the game were remaining, you and Kyuma decided to go walking around the harbor until you two were met by the large ocean and the beautiful sunlight hitting it. While you sat down on the edge of the harbor, you gushed to Kyuma about how pretty the ocean was and how beautiful it would be to commit suicide here. Kyuma was quick to place his hand over your head and smack it down, telling you not to say such things before you two heard footsteps from behind you.

• The two of you watched Arius bow his head to Kyuma, thanking him for the game and his kind words earlier, that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The boy kept on ranting till there was a minute left in the game before asking for one last handshake him Kyuma. You told Kyuma to hold your hand while he gave the opponent one last handshake, it was obvious Aruis lost five hundred points but only looked at with a smile before thanking Kyuma one last time and dying as the time ran out.

• Kyuma looked at the dead body upset, saying that guy was good opponent. You let out a small laugh at Kyuma's comment before kissing his hand and squeezing it tightly as the game officially finished

“You did a good job anyways Kyuma, I plan on living as long as you do well, alright?”

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𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢:

(PM Dazai used for Niragi part)

• You and Niragi were both the very first people to enter the King of Clubs game, wrapping the device around your wrist so confidently. The both of you didn’t seem to fear death one bit! One didn’t care and was willing to risk everything, while the other was a Suicidal manic who desired death themselves.

• Arisu and his friends were not amused to see the both of you standing there waiting for the game to start, yet all unhappily joined the game to hopefully get back home. Too bad for them you guys didn’t care much about that, of course getting back home would be important, but not as fun as enjoying a game.

• Niragi scowled down at the ass-naked man named Kyuma explaining the rules to the six of you, he especially didn’t like the way he touched you to explain the rule system. He was barking like a dog at Kyuma which you gladly made fun of him for.

• Arisu said that it would be uneven to just have one person gaurd the base so he had Kodai and Usaig gaurding. You and Niragi obviously teamed up together, going through multiple creates and tagging other players through your searches. When the two of you came back to the base, you both were a bit surprised that your teammates were less hostile to you.

• After the other teams pulled the stunt with your guy's base. You groaned at the inconveniencing position the other team left you all. Niragi wasn’t happy about it either, he was quick to make fun of Kodai for failing to keep the base safe while your teammates told him to leave Kodai alone.

• After like an hour of searching and your team’s failed attempt to get all your points back to win back from the other team (or at least have the same advantage) you and Niragi wandered and mopped around for a while, it didn’t help that Niragi started coughing up blood now. You had to hand him your coat to use as a napkin which you weren’t very happy about.

• Once there was an hour left into the game and your team still wasn’t gaining any points, Niragi just said ‘Fuck it’ and started pulling on your shirt, telling you to have sex with him one last time before the both of you die didn’t in this stupid game. Niragi didn’t care if you wanted to open up a create to do it or just fuck on the floor but you better decide quickly cause this man is already trying to take his pants off along with your shirt.

• The two of you were just lying against each other after your session, quietly glancing at the timer that said 5 minutes left and your team still has no advantage. Surprisingly Niragi had his arms wrapped around you very tightly as he kissed your forehead a few times and mumbled out some ‘love you’s here and there while you wait for the timer to hit zero. Suddenly an announcement was made about your team gaining 500 more points and getting a higher score an the opponent's team.

• The two of you stared at the screen with wide eyes, and both of you said ‘Holy shit’ in unison before you two slowly looked at each other in disbelief. That was the first time in a while Niragi threw his hands around you, pulling you into a death hug, before immediately stopping. You made sure to make fun of him when you two were walking out of the game arena. He really loves hates you.

[wileys-russo]

i thought of a PERFECT lessi fic. so r is a teacher and one of her students have a cute crush on her. lessi notices the little gifts she’s getting and gets jealous

school yard crush II a.russo

"-alright that's the bell and i will see you all tomorrow. make sure to be sensible and smart when walking home or by the road please year three!" you called out after your students as they filed out one by one, chattering happily that the day was finally over.

"miss?" you looked down to see one of your boys was requesting your attention, hiding something behind his back. "yes ben?" you gave it to him as he shuffled from foot to foot. "this is for you bye!" he handed you a folded piece of paper and raced off out of the room causing you to laugh.

watching to make sure all of them made it out safely you returned to your desk, having some homework to mark before you could head home hopefully before five.

taking a seat you opened the letter, a smile growing on your face as the boy had scrawled a poem using the letters of your name to compliment you. "so cute." you chuckled, taking a photo of it and tucking it away in your desk.

"lessi? you home?" you called out a few hours later as you let yourself in, not having seen her car in the driveway. dumping your bag on the counter you noticed a heart shaped note stuck to the fridge indicating your fiancé had headed to the market to grab a few things.

unsure when she'd left or when she'd return you headed off to shower, ready to wash off the day and get comfortable to continue the marking you'd not yet finished.

stepping out of the bathroom and into your bedroom you could hear music and smell the inevitable scent of the blondes cooking signaling she was home. changing into her arsenal travel top and a pair of shorts you made your way toward the source of the alluring scent.

"hello you." she saw you before you reached her, stirring something in a pan as she sent you a beaming smile. "hi baby." you kissed her gently in greeting before clinging to her tightly, feeling an immediate sense of calm settle over you as the two of you shared an embrace.

"you smell lovely." the striker mumbled as she rubbed your back and kissed your cheek, the two of you stepping away from one another. "it's this new body wash, it's caramel scented." you yawned, rounding the bench and settling yourself on a stool.

"when did you get that?" alessia asked curiously, moving to chop some carrots as she kept a watchful eye over what was already on the stove. "one of the kids at school gave it to me, i tried to give it back but he started to cry and i felt too guilty." you admitted with a sheepish smile.

"mm teachers pet? every class needs one." alessia laughed, sweeping the carrot off the board and into the pan. "no i think he has a crush, it's quite sweet really." you chuckled, alessia's smile disappearing at that. "should you be encouraging that?" she questioned with a small frown.

"i'm not encouraging it!" you chuckled as your fiancé simply hummed. "alessia russo are you jealous of an eight year old?" you teased with a grin, the blonde sending you a glare over her shoulder. "no." she grumbled with a frown.

"my love i mention that my name's gonna change once i get married like every five minutes. i'm not leaving you for him less." you laughed at the question.

"i'd also be marrying you in prison if you did." alessia retorted as you clicked your tongue in agreement. "look its harmless babe. i'm sure his parents got the body wash anyway, you know very well they have no issues trying to bribe me to pay their kids a little extra attention. and you have no issues eating the chocolates that follow!" you smiled standing up and moving to hug her from behind, poking her very ticklish sides as she squealed and grabbed your hands in hers.

"he did write me a little poem today though. you know you could take some tips from this kid i don't see any love letters from you!" you teased, placing a few gentle kisses to her neck. "i leave you notes in your lunch all the time!" alessia protested with a huff.

"yeah that say things like 'property of future mrs russo' or 'reminder that you have the best fiance in the world'." you laughed with a roll of your eyes. "they make you smile do they not?" alessia raised an eyebrow as you had to agree.

"then you're welcome."

"mm so romantic." you smiled, the blonde pecking your lips before you removed yourself, grabbing your phone and waving her over to read the poem from today.

"i guess that's a little bit sweet." alessia admitted with a sigh, stealing another kiss and returning back to the stove.

"what's cookin good lookin?" you questioned as you slid your laptop out of your bag, placing it down in front of you and moving your bag to the floor.

"beef ragu." you could have moaned at the answer, instead sighing happily as alessia chuckled at your obvious excitement.

"if food is the way to the heart you could have asked me to marry you the first night you cooked for me and i'd have said yes." you grinned, flashing your wedding ring at her as she sent you a wink.

~

"come on come on come on, i want butts in chairs within thirty seconds or we'll do extra math all afternoon instead!" you warned playfully as your class took their time dawdling in from their morning break. though at that threat they sprinted in and hurried to sit down making you laugh.

"it's quiet reading time to calm down a bit, everyone go and grab a book please!" you encouraged, gesturing toward the bookshelf on the back wall.

"why did you get us to sit down if we had to get up again to get a book miss?" one of the girls called out with a groan. "because i can! now off you go." you waved, taking a seat at your desk. focused on the paper in front of you you jumped slightly as you glanced up and found a pair of eyes much closer than you thought.

"these are for you miss." ben thrust out a handful of flowers and weeds, messily tied together with a hair tie as dirt showered down on your desk making you wince. "did you pick these out of the garden buddy?" you asked to which he nodded with an eager grin.

"okay. i think we need to have a little chat." you smiled, standing to your feet and gesturing for him to follow you outside. "3C my listening ears are on, so keep reading and no silly business or its times tables for all!" you warned seriously before stepping out of the classroom and partially closing the door.

"how come you brought me those flowers ben?" you started gently as the two of you sat down on the bench outside your classroom. "because my dad gets my mum flowers." he answered matter of factly as you bit back a smile.

"okay. so you got them for me because..." you encouraged for him to finish your sentence. "you're really pretty, like my mum." he again answered confidently. "now ben that is very sweet, but you know you and me aren't like your mum and dad." you started softly.

"i'm your teacher, so we have a special relationship but not like the one your mum and dad have. i am always here if you're feeling sad or upset or confused or angry or if you just need to chat, and i'll always do my best to help you. but i already have a fiancé, and i love her like your dad loves your mum." you continued, the boys face falling slightly but nodding along.

"and she gave me this ring which means that we promise to only love each other like your dad loves your mum. one day when you're ready and a lot older, you'll find someone like that too! but you have to stop getting me things okay? its very thoughtful but i want you to only think of me like a teacher or a friend, okay?" you finished as ben nodded.

"now you and olivia are pretty good friends right?" you diverted as he confirmed. "so why don't you go and give her the flowers? because you can give best friends things like that too to make them smile! just not teachers." you clarified as the boy let out a small oh and nodded quickly.

"alright. thank you for listening! back inside you go." the smile returning to his face as he raced inside you let out a sigh, taking a moment to collect yourself and return, clapping a pattern and grinning as all your students clapped back.

~

"only me!" you perked up as your fiancés voice rang through your shared home, a thump as she tripped over on the way in making you grin as she hurried to the kitchen.

"welcome home clumsy." you greeted her as the blonde returned and wasted no time flopping her taller form down on top of you. "how was dinner?" you asked, running your hands through her hair, alessia having gone out with a few of her team mates after training.

"it was lovely. missed you though!" she pouted as you kissed it away, having declined her invitation in favor of lesson planning. "brought you some leftovers. have you eaten?" she pushed herself up to hover over you as you shook your head with a guilty smile.

"baby it's nearly nine thirty! no more work, i'm banning it." your fiancé scowled, closing your laptop expertly with her foot and hauling you up to your feet. "those are for you too." she kissed your cheek and nodded to a bunch of flowers on the counter as she moved to heat you up some food.

"oh lessi, they're gorgeous. thank you!" you smiled softly in appreciation as she placed a bowl into the microwave. "are these just because i told you about ben today?" you teased, having called the striker during your lunch break to fill her in on your conversation.

"no! they're just because i love you." alessia defended, moving to press her body into yours and bury her face in your neck as you hummed with a chuckle, the taller girls lips beginning to mark a trail down the column of your throat as she pushed you a little harder into the counter.

"maybe it had a tiny bit to do with it...but just a tiny bit!"

[rebelfell]

Welcome to your appointment, @sidereustales Robin is all set up for you in the back. Enjoy!

18+, MDNI┃1k

cw: summer romance, a little sad but pretty much just fluff

The surface of Lover’s Lake shimmered with the rays of dying sunlight reflecting off it.

Your bare feet dangled in the water, swishing back and forth so the ripples radiated out from around your legs and the pale, freckled pair next to them. Her toes tipped in electric blue wiggled above the murky depths and she exhaled, blowing her fringe out of her eyes.

“We can write,” Robin reminded you for the umpteenth time, although the meekness in her voice betrayed her own doubts. “And talk on the phone. Once we figure out the time difference.”

You nodded back, a single tear leaking from the corner of your eye that you hurriedly swipe away. Both of you had promised, no crying. No wasting time with tears on your last night together.

There’d be plenty of time for that later.

When your mother broke the news you would be spending the last precious weeks of your summer vacation in Hawkins, Indiana of all places you just about threw a fit. You’d never heard of this “Uncle Rick” guy before, and you had zero interest in staying in his lake house even if it was free.

But now there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Just a couple of days into your vacation, you had ambled into the local Family Video with both your younger siblings in tow. While they had raced off to scour the animated films, you drifted aimlessly through the racks until you stopped on a double VHS you picked up to examine.

“Oh!”

A squeak came from the end of the aisle as someone rounded the corner, and you looked up to see a girl about your age standing not five feet away from you seemingly frozen in place.

She had almond-shaped, watery blue eyes and choppy, caramel-tinged tresses that framed her lovely face. She was dressed in what looked like men’s clothes—a button-down shirt and a blazer underneath a dark green vest that bore the name of the business—but she feminized them slightly by cuffing the sleeves to show off a silver bangle on her wrist and the rings on her fingers.

“That’s a great one,” she said, eyes falling to the copy of Dr. Zhivago in your hands. “If you were wondering, that is. Also I’m Robin, I work here, I’m not just offering my unsolicited opinion for no reason. Not that you solicited it, just that if you were wondering how it is—it’s a good choice.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the words that tumbled so freely from her mouth, how she was seemingly trying to stay ahead of her own brain.

It was oddly fascinating.

“That’s good,” you smirked, “I only watch movies that are old enough to order their own drink.”

“Not a bad rule of thumb,” she answered with a fluttery laugh. “You know, uhhhh…they’re playing La Dolce Vita at The Hawk tonight. That one’s old enough to rent its own car.”

You took a careful step closer to her, placing the video back on the shelf and crossing your arms behind your back. Her eyes bugged, chest heaving as her breathing picked up.

“I’m hoping The Hawk is a theater,” you chuckled. “Because I do love Fellini.”

And so began what you could only describe as the most romantic four weeks of your life.

She met you that night downtown, explaining that once the mall and the fancy cinema opened, The Hawk had taken to showing older films in an attempt to draw in business. It hadn’t worked out very well, considering you two were the only ones in the theater. Not that you were complaining.

You had never felt so instantly at ease, so totally comfortable being completely 100% yourself with someone. Robin was unlike anyone you had ever met before. She had that frenetic way of talking and an even more chaotic way of thinking you found endlessly charming. She was clever and smart, but also deeply caring and intuitive. And no one had ever made you laugh like her.

Any and every moment you could, you’d spent together. Seeing movies, playing arcade games, sharing milkshakes and baskets of fries at her favorite diner. You even convinced your mom to let you borrow the car for the night so you could drive to a concert in the next town over.

And it was there, in the front seat of your family’s minivan, hours past when the show ended as you and Robin got caught up talking all night, that you leaned across the center console and kissed her.

But your favorite place to go remained the lake.

You could spend hours together down at Ricks’s dock, laying out in the sun on the bleached wood and reading while Robin sang along to some of your favorite songs played over a portable radio. Trading lazy and sleepy kisses, slipping your fingers together to hold her hand.

Those moments had felt so immovable, unencumbered by the laws of time and space. Like they could have gone on forever, stretching on into eternity. Not like now, with the sun setting and the night rushing in far too quickly for your liking; the threat of your return trip looming.

Robin leaned in first, dropping a delicate kiss to your bare shoulder and laying her head against it. You leaned back, letting your cheek press into the warm crown of her head. Taking a deep and slow breath of her strawberry-scented shampoo.

“I feel,” her throat clicked, voice wavering with hesitation, “I feel like I wanna say something…but I don’t wanna say it just because you’re leaving, or because I feel like I’m supposed to say it, or—”

You smiled sadly and took her hand, pulling it into your lap and quieting her runaway thought.

“But I would say it,” she emphasized, “I want you to know, I’d say it in a heartbeat.”

Another tear leaks out of the corner of your eye and you don’t wipe this one away. It rolls off your cheek and lands on the top of her head, seeping into her scalp. You take in a slow, shaky breath.

“I know,” you finally whisper. “I’d say it, too.”

Thank you so much for visiting the spa, we hope your services were satisfactory 🌿

[ollyissleepy]

hii,can I request rafayel x reader fluff in which they're making diy Christmas decorations together please?

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 (rafayel x reader)

summary: you and Rafayel decide to make some ornaments together using homemade salt dough!

a/n: it is such a cute idea! reminded me of making figurines to hang on the christmas tree as a child :)

cw: swearing, mentions of killing, dying and hanging (but it's just jokes)

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"… remember to be careful with the amount of water you're adding to the dough so it doesn't get too runny" a voice of a person from a youtube tutorial you and Rafayel are trying to follow speaks up. You look at what was supposed to be a salt dough that's currently making a mess around Rafayel's hands.

"Why are we watching a tutorial if you're not following their instructions?" you ask, seeing Rafayel pour more water in an already too watery mixture.

"I know what I'm doing" Rafayel tries to knead the dough, but it ends up sticking more to his fingers.

"Doesn't look like it" you chuckle, watching him struggle to separate the dough from his fingers.

"If you're so smart, why don't you try it?" Rafayel moves away from the counter, letting you take over.

"Watch this" you pick up a clean bowl, grab the needed ingredients and restart the youtube tutorial.

You carefully follow the instructions and in no time the dough was ready. It came out just the was it was supposed to be. "See?"

"Whatever, you just got lucky" Rafayel puts aside the bowls with his dough and the two of you start working on your figurines.

Rafayel starts working on his shape, while you just stared at the ball of dough in front of you unsure of what to make of it. Then you finally figure it out. You decided to make a mini version of your boyfriend. You figured that he would be a perfect addition to your christmas tree. You start with shaping his head, making it all nice and round. Once you move to his hair it no longer goes the way you wanted it to. Rafayel's hairstyle turned out to be too hard for your limited skills in making mini humans out of dough.

"What the fuck is that supposed to be?" Rafayel asks, his face twisted in to a frown.

"It's you!" You proudly show your creation, little Rafayel staring deep into big Rafayel's soul.

"I don't look like that!" Your boyfriend acts visibly disgusted with your version of himself.

"Well you do in my head" you return to working on figurine, trying to fix it's hair.

"Pretty sure you can get help for that" Rafayel grabs another ball of dough and starts shaping it into something.

"Wait what are you doing?" You ask, watching him aggressively shape the dough into something that starts to look like a mini human.

"I'm getting my sweet revenge" Rafayel smiles, all proud of himself.

"Okay, copycat" you say, already having an idea on how to get rid of his smile. You grab a toothpick and stab your figurine straight trough the head.

"YOU KILLED ME" Rafayel gasps, his dirty hand over his shirt.

"IT'S FOR THE STRING SO WE CAN HANG YOU" you yell, when Rafayel tries to take mini him away from you.

"WTF THAT'S SO MUCH WORSE" he manages to take the figurine away from you, hiding it away in his palms.

"Here. See? I'm dead too" you poke Rafayel's mini version of yourself the same way you did with mini Rafayel. After you're done you show it to him.

"Good. 'Couse I'm not dying without you."

[mediumgayitalian]

The rules of Persephone’s garden don’t apply to him.

He’s not entirely sure why. He’s mortal, or at least half. No ichor flows through his veins, not that it helped Persephone. Perhaps it is because he already spends so much of his time in his father’s kingdom; perhaps the Fruit of the Underworld has lost its potency so far removed from the Ancient Lands, so long after Pam’s death.

Regardless, Nico gets to indulge.

Anything from the roundest, sweetest apples to the bitter tang of pink grapefruits, he has sat under the poplar trees and devoured. He likes fruit more than any other food group, more than any other taste. He has always had a sweet tooth. And his eyes eat as much as his lips, drinking in the glimmering sheen of dimpled lime peel and delicate pearls of round concord grapes. He has made himself sick eating strawberry after strawberry.

But his favourite, without question or pause, is a clementine.

The best he’s had, secretly, was not in his stepmother’s garden but in a tiny orchard in Algeria. Engineered for generations by human hand and grown under wide, sparkling sun, the skin had been bright and fragrant, pith minimal and pleasantly bitter, and thin-skinned globules of flesh so plump with juice they’d begged to be burst under his teeth. He’s dreamed about those clementines every week since he’d eaten them. If it wouldn’t kill him, he’d jump to the north African country every day and buy them in swathes.

Unfortunately, at camp, he’s stuck with what he’s got.

But they aren’t so bad.

“You have a sweet tooth worse than anyone I’ve ever met,” Will grumbles, poking at his shoulder. “And when she was 11, Kayla lived off Nerd ropes and Gushers for two months.”

Nico cracks a smile. “Kayla’s continued existence astounds me.”

“I do genuinely think she’s a medical marvel.”

“Don’t tell her that.”

“Believe me, I wasn’t planning on it.”

For a while there’s nothing except the tearing sound of Nico ripping off the peel of his citrus. He’s skilled enough to remove it in one go, but sometimes, as a random challenge, he tries to remove it in a certain shape. Today, for no particular reason, the peel comes off in the shape of a heart.

“I can feel you eyeing this,” he says, shooting an exasperated look over his shoulder. Will smiles small and guiltless, in response, raising and dropping his shoulder.

“Dunno what you’re talking about. Just wishin’ you’d eat a vegetable or two.”

Liar. Well, that exact sentence isn’t a lie — Will is such a bad vegetable pusher that he is often teased about secretly owning a farm — but it’s not what he’s thinking about. Nico isn’t stupid.

He sighs. “Here,” he grumbles, wedging his thumbs between the two hemispheres of the fruit and tearing. “You can have half.”

Will brightens. His smile is like clouds clearing, like the give of a snapping elastic. Startling, demanding, storm-cracking and loud. Eye-catching in every possible way.

“Thanks!”

He holds out a cupped palm, and Nico rests half the fruit inside it, fingers brushing the heel of his hand for no justifiable reason. It’s callused — most of his hand is callused. Nico wants to trace the outline of them, with his fingers and then his tongue.

He watches as Will brings the fruit to his mouth, happily munching on the whole thing without bothering to separate the sections, like always. Nico winces.

“You’re barbaric.”

“It goes to the same place! There is not logical reason to eat it section by section!”

“If the sections weren’t meant to be eaten one by one, they wouldn’t be naturally separated, you heathen.”

“Corn is naturally separated. D’you eat that kernel by kernel?”

Nico hates being friends with smart people.

Will laughs, and Nico’s eyes flutter shut, savouring.

“That’s what I thought.” He pops the last bite in his mouth, chewing and swallowing and smiling his dazzling smile, after, sticky citrus juice making his lips look shiny. “Thanks for sharing, Neeks.”

“Course,” murmurs Nico quietly, hiding his smile behind a segment of fruit. “Anytime.”

[hotvintagepoll]

LAST POLL OF ROUND 5

Propaganda

Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.

Mbissine Thérèse Diop (Black Girl)—She’s a Senegalese actress known for starring in Black Girl, one of the first African films to receive international attention/acclaim. So much of the movie relies on her ability to convey her character’s sense of isolation/loneliness, she’s so amazing, I really wish she had acted more. However, she just recently appeared in the film Cuties!

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Sophia Loren:

She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65

im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty

OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)

One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.

Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances

Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.

JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL

Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.

Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.

Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳

Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.

Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.

Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.

She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.

On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."

Mbissine Thérèse Diop: