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BOTTOMS (2023) + text posts Dir. Emma Seligman

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ruby cruz's different takes on hazel's introduction <33

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I love how PJ just goes in tongue first and just licks Hazel's face and then it ends with them gently kissing. Hazel really taught PJ how to kiss huh?

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bottoms text posts (pt. 1?)

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Day 1: Leather & Latex.

Extremely late to the party, but let's see if I can catch up (it will probably take me into November) or at the very least have some fun honing my craft. I'm not following any official list for Kinktober; just looking at a few different lists and seeing what others have done.

Anything that seems to strike a chord with people, I may turn into a longer fiction and post it on AO3! It all depends if the muse has hit me enough to turn an almost drabble into a whole fiction.

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Summary: Hazel and F!Reader are costume shopping for a Halloween party, when a certain costume catches Hazel's eye, and distracts them from the task at mind.

Words: 821!

!Warning! This fiction contains: smut, alludes to oral (female), public display of intimacy, neck-biting, leather obsession, and lesbianism (lots of it).

"Oh my god..." Comes the breathless whisper from Hazel as she steps into the fitting room, your hand having unlocked the door moments earlier so that she could give you her thoughts on the costume you had hastily grabbed.

It instantly makes you feel self-conscious. Your girlfriend is a woman of a million and six rambling words - her incoherent babbling the first time she saw you in Isabel's hand-me-down cheerleading outfit was enough to tell you that when she got nervous, she blurted her thoughts.

A quiet Hazel is never a good thing.

You slowly turn around to face her, your words spilling over your lips. "If it isn't good, we can just skip the party? I'd really rather not get made fun of by the other cheerleaders for not knowing how to dress for a Halloween party. I mean Isabel and Brittany are sweet, but the other cheerleaders? They can be kind of cru-"

Your words trail off at the look in her eyes, the way that she wets her lips subtly, her focus not leaving the leather corset bound around your chest. She's staring, intently, and it sends a shock down your spine and directly to your core.

"Baby?" You tease gently. "My eyes are up here."

She takes a step forward, her hand shooting out to lock the fitting room door behind her, and the breath hitches in your chest as she crosses the small space towards you and presses against your body.

You've always known that Hazel had a certain appreciation for corsets; she's spent many nights showing you all of her favourite cosplayers on YouTube, and most of them are beautiful women in corsets...

You just didn't realize that a leather corset would have this affect.

"Stunning." She whispers, as her hands come to rest on your hips.

You giggle softly, the whisper on your tongue as you explain how it's only a pirate maiden costume, or rather just one piece of it - there's still a lot more for you to put on, like the fishnets and boots, even a sash.

"Beautiful." She lifts on her tip toes to press her lips against your neck, tongue tracing your pulse as it follows down and towards your throat.

Your breath comes heavy and you lean against her, into her, murmuring about all of the possibilities that this costume offered her - she could be a pirate captain, she could be a royal marine, she could even be a goddamn sea monster if her teeth kept scraping down your neck like that.

"Sexy." Her knee slides between your thighs at the same time that Hazel bites down on the flesh of your throat, nipping at it and then immediately running her tongue over the wound to soothe the pain.

The noise that escapes you is inhumane, and entirely too loud for a costume shop. You thank every god there is that you guys chose to come in late at night when nobody was really around except for a few associates.

Hazel doesn't seem to care about who might hear, and honestly, after a minute or two you have stopped caring as well. Her hand is brushed against your bare skin and her mouth is working wonders on the soft skin of your neck. The shop could be packed full and you still wouldn't notice anything but the way that her knee presses against your core until you are dripping wet.

She smiles at you - that crooked, dorky smile that you have come to love so much, and then drops to her knees in front of you like a goddess that she's come to pray at the temple of.

She fumbles a little, trying not to slip on your jeans that you stripped off only moments earlier while trying on the little pirate skirt. For a second you both giggle, exhilaration flowing through you as she slips her thumbs into the waistband separating her from you.

You learn three things that night:

Severely underpaid teenage associates really don't care when two people are quite obviously fooling around in their changerooms (especially when you and your girlfriend are both cute lesbians).

Hazel has a huge leather fetish. Like huge. She tells you this much as she offers to buy not only the leather corset, but also a few cuffs that will fit the theme, and a belt that she had practically ripped off of you in desperation.

Never offer (even jokingly) for Hazel to be a sea monster - in a world of sexy costumes that can fit the piracy theme, she will always choose to be Cthulhu (if that's the big octopus guy's name) when given the chance.

When you get home and put your costume away, then clean up a little bit, the only thought in your head is that if this was what happened merely trying the costume on for five minutes... you're in for a very lovely Halloween.

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intimacy headcanons about bottoms (2023)

okay, so i have a lot of feelings about this movie right here. i watched it in theatres with one of my bestfriends, and we couldn't stop talking about it afterwards - more specifically, headcanons we had about the fight club OG members and their reactions to sexual intimacy.

hear me out, okay.

PJ (we start with the queen who started it all): - talks a big game but actually wildly unknowledgeable about everything to do with the female orgasm. - is a bottom. it's in the title, it's in her genes, it's in her jeans. - has a controversy kink (cute cheerleaders, chicks that can make shit explode) and will vehemently deny that she likes the thrill of crushing out on someone she ABSOLUTELY has no business crushing on. - learned halfway through the movie that she's into pain!

Josie (the brains of the operation... sometimes): - pimpy as fuck. she thought she'd be shy and nervous, but when she gets going she's three steps from being the hugh hefner of lesbians. - she's a top, but a service top who will let her girl do the 'topping' if she wants to (and by girl, i mean Isabel). - secret collection of toys "just in case" she needs the help with her stamina (girl just recovered from a broken arm)... spoiler alert, they use absolutely none of them and still run for like four to six rounds. - too embarrassed to admit she used to watch videos to "take notes".

Hazel (my baby, she is everything to me): - is baby girl, but is also daddy depending on her mood (and what PJ is into at the time) but is precious none the less. - refuses to turn the lights off because she likes to watch you both during and after the throes of passion. - lowkey but also kind of highkey enjoys public displays of affection after the kiss that started the straight up murder of an entire football team of teenage boys (also enjoys shoving it in Tim's face that she's got a girlfriend, and he's got... Jeff!). - ridiculously good at what she does but doesn't brag... instead PJ brags to everyone for her, and she ends up with a reputation.

Isabel (shiny, shiny, shiny, shiny): - first time she slept with Josie, she lost all hope that a man would ever know how to satisfy her - or another woman for that matter. - seems like she would be a pillow princess but is actually extremely into giving, and fights with Josie all the time over "topping". - gets turned on watching Josie break people's noses (it's happened a few times, all to the same effect) and isn't ashamed to admit it. - went to Hazel for tips on how to do things, before word even got out that Hazel was a pro... Isabel just had the feeling that Hazel knew.

Brittany (token straight girl... literally the token straight girl): - since turning down PJ, has kissed more girls than the entire club combined (it doesn't help that half of them are all into each other). - wavers on the border of being bi-curious, but just didn't know how to turn down PJ gently, also just not ready to fully come out yet. - definitely fantasizes about women while she's with her boyfriend though. he knows and doesn't really mind about that. - stands by Hazel deserves better than PJ, and if she were just five percent more into women, she'd steal poor Hazel away in a heartbeat.

and to a lesser degree, we had some headcanons about everyone else...

Stella-Rebecca (the regina george, only nicer): - looks like a pillow princess, absolutely is a pillow princess. - into some crazy ass shit; things that the rest of the girls won't even search online for until they're at least twenty-five, married, and bored in their current intimacy lives.

Sylvie (let's crowdfund to get this girl some help): - looks like she'd be in charge, is also a pillow princess, but is completely unashamed to admit that she prefers receiving. - has been hooking up with Annie since the second meeting of fight club. only Hazel knows, but she isn't a snitch.

Annie (you fool nobody, you a freak my dear): - has been hooking up with Sylvia since the second meeting of fight club, when she very concerned about the girl's homelife asked her out for dinner to "talk" and then they ended up spending the entire night together, before they kissed and fooled around a little bit, and Annie told herself for the longest time she was only doing this to make Sylvie happy because the girl is wildly unhappy, only to realize that she's the unhappy one and Sylvie makes her happy. - doesn't know that Hazel knows about them. she aint a snitch.

and for extra bonus points... we had lots of feelings about this.

Jeff (i'm saying he counts, so there): - has never found THE spot, ever. - had to practice with Tim on how to take a bra off because he kept getting confused by all of the buckles and "why is there so many straps? why do they even need these things? can't i rip it? what if i just buy them a new bra after? okay fine." - genuinely does not realize that Mrs. Callahan's daughter Hazel goes to his school and knows his girlfriend, until he is confronted by them. - falls asleep thirty-six seconds after he finishes like a lazy ass.

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