#How to Los a Guy in 10 Days

[rootedinrevisions]

10 Favorite Films (in no particular order)

rules: without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favourite films, then tag ten people to do the same

Tagged by: @teacupsandtopgun

Tagging: @djs8891 @theglenaissance @cevansbaby-dove @crossfandomskylines @hunterthecharmer @lulunothulu @shanimallina87 @caramara3 @thedeboniardevistation @queenslandlover-93

I know a lot of my mutuals have already done this so anyone who would like feel free and be sure to tag me! I'd love to see what your Top 10 are!

[fallowtail]

i try not to let it get to me but the knowledge i am always going to be The Stupid One in every situation i’m in just…really, really sucks. sigh. oh well. i stay silly :3c

[achinga]

hi thank you for talking about hyde im literally obsessed with her....so IS she not human? do u have any lore about the assassin you might want to drop perhaps? :0

OMG I DIDNT SEE I HAD ANOTHER ASK IM SORRY

but ouh... im glad to know you like her =] as to the question of is she human or not the answer is yes she is!....... for now.

funnily enough i DO have my assassin design pretty much ironed out now (thank you SO much to my buddies tourmy and mitch who helped me with the details!).

this is álveo(they/he/she), an assassin who takes their jobs from recently deceased people that want to get revenge/justice for their deaths in exchange for something of equal price. my main inspirations in designing her were xolo dogs, and for the mask ,of course, its the dia de los muertos catrina make-up

they're very focused on their job and duties,with absolutely zero room fro hobbies or personal time. recently, however, being surrounded by all that gloom and doom has made them feel exhausted and on the cusp of burning out, and being chased by those strange humans is certainly not helping matters

mini fun fact: they're actually quite a sloppy assassin, but it doesn't really matter since there's no flesh on their hands, and thus no fingerprints to be worried about. he likes to mainly use their sharp bones/claws to do the job, and sometimes forgets to take off her gloves, resulting in many, many ripped gloves that need replacing

also, if hyde is the "apartment "complex"? really, i find it quite simple" to mateo's "based? based on what?" then álveo is "you're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?" and thus completes them.

[sweetteainthesummerx]

|◁ II ▷| down bad ! |◁ II ▷|

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nhl masterlist !

pairing: quinn hughes x famous singer! reader

warnings: fluff, smut is implied but not graphic!! use of y/n.

summary: your sister sends you an article of you and quinn being absolutely down bad for each other...

word count: 2.4 k

notes: saw one too many edits of my handsome boy on TikTok and this is the consequence :) also, this is sort of based off of taylor swift and travis kelce. enjoy!

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you're finishing up in the studio, just done tweaking one of your last songs on your new album when your phone dings! with a notification.

it's your sister, who sends a trail of emojis that don't really make sense and a link.

you press on it, confused and assuming it's something she wants for her birthday that's coming up soon.

instead it's an article that reads, TOP TEN FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF NHL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY'S ROYAL COUPLE.

you laugh, because the cover photo is one of you and quinn from last year when you took him as your plus one to the grammy's. you have to admit, you both look really good, and so, so in love.

so you nestle into your chair to read it.

TOP TEN FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF NHL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY'S ROYAL COUPLE

one of Hollywood's up and comings, y/n l/n and quinn hughes of canucks and nhl fame have been dating for over three years, and have been public for two. we have complied a list of fan favourite moments of the couple over the span of their relationship that show their deep (and public) affection and love for each other

10. 2023 Grammy's Award Ceremony

picture: you are wearing a light blue floor length gown, hair loose and curled. your makeup is simple and glowy. quinn stands next to you, in a clean, slate grey suit with a hand wrapped around your hip, fingers nestled in the dip of your hipbone.

the award ceremony for the grammy's - where y/n won best album for the second year in a row - was when the famous couple first went public officially, not counting the many paparazzi pictures taken in both vancouver and Los Angeles.

sources show that the two could hardly keep their hands off of each other. they were seen kissing multiple times through out the night.

it was true, quinn had been extra handsy that night, and had all but ripped that dress off of you when you got back to the hotel. you sigh at the memory, stomach warm and a little achy. you can't wait for him to come back from the roadie he left for only two days ago.

9. y/n's tiktoks

despite their massive success in their respective industries, it is easy to forget that they are also part of gen z. y/n's TikTok page features fashion, her music and most popular of all, her boyfriend. here are only some of her most viewed and liked videos:

video one: you smile into the camera, fluffing your hair in a close shot. the subtitles read: fit check with my bf! quinn pulls you against him by your waist, kissing your face over and over as you laugh, pushing at his chest. over the song, you tell him to let go so you can show your outfits. he lets go reluctantly but holds your hand, spinning you around to show off your sundress. then he grabs you and dips you low, hands dangerously close to your ass, as you giggle into his cheek.

video two: the video is taken by one of your friends who took your phone. she's on the couch and you and quinn are in the kitchen cooking for the small get together in your vancouver apartment. you lean up to smile at him, and he bumps his nose with yours. some trending love song plays in the back.

you flush at the comments gushing about how he looks at you, the height difference and how cute you guys are. there's something so sweet at seeing the two of you from an outsiders perspective.

8. quinn knowing y/n's entire discography

during media days, one interview has elias petterson and quinn hughes guessing songs and the artists. the journalist managed to sneak at least four of y/n's songs in, quinn getting all four correct, with the full name of the song, name of artist and then album, all under 10 seconds of the song playing. now that's a supportive boyfriend!

you watch the video linked, your boyfriend sweaty and hair wet. the media person is impressed, and quinn just shrugs bashfully and offers a crooked smile. you look at the time stamp and bite a grin: it's from before you guys went public. no wonder all of your fans say you guys were obvious.

7. quinn hughes: nhl player and personal bodyguard

fame in hollywood forces many in the industry to have body guards, and y/n is not exempt. for many years before she started dating the canuck's defensemen, she's had many bodyguards following her around. now, it seems like her boyfriend has taken over that job.

video: your body guard, john moves to open the limo door as you and quinn arrive to an event, but your boyfriend crosses from his side of the car to open it himself, patting john on the shoulder and gently pushing him from the entrance and helping you out himself. he helps you balance on your heels as you stand and wave at the cameras, one hand on your waist as he maneuvers you to the other side of the sidewalk so he can block you from the cars. he keeps your hand cradled in his, his other arm around your waist as he shoulders through the paparazzi.

quinn looks so attractive and so masculine in this video. you've never had boyfriends who took princess treatment so seriously, but quinn has always been a defender, on ice and off. it was a little awkward and it took a long a while for him to get you, but ever since he had you, he's made sure he tried his very best to keep and protect you.

6. getaway in hawaii

although the couple hasn't had any announcement of engagement yet, early last year they were sighted in hawaii on a trip eerily like a honeymoon: here are some pictures.

picture one: you're in a tiny pink bikini and he's in board shorts. he's taken off his hat to give to you, and you're pressing on a pair of your too-small sunglasses onto his face while both of you laugh.

picture two: the two of you are standing in the water up to your calves. he's got his fingers tangled in the strings of your bikini bottoms, and yours are on his chest as the two of you look into the horizon.

picture three: quinn has you balanced on his shoulder, smiling as you clutch at his back. one of his forearms is possessively covering your ass from the camera, and his other hand is wrapped fully around your ankle to give you a semblance of balance.

you still smile every time you think of that trip, afternoons playing in the water, romantic dinners and nights with his head between your legs, your fingers tangled in his hair. you silently remind yourself to book a vacation back there the next time both of you are free.

5. the NHL award ceremony

the recent NHL award ceremony when quinn hughes received the James Norris award for his skills as a defenceman gave us another peek into y/n's relationship with hughes family.

video one: you're sitting between quinn and luke in your pretty dark blue gown. your hair is pulled back from your face the way quinn likes. he's got an arm thrown over the back of the seat, fingers rubbing your shoulder as you talk to Luke about his hair routine. quinn murmurs something the camera can't catch into your ear and you laugh, tucking your hand into the his that's resting on his lap. he leans back, stretching his legs as you absentmindedly rub his knee, leaning over his brothers to talk to his mom.

video two: his name is called, and you stand with him, clapping loudly. he hugs you first, and you press a kiss into the corner of his lip, but he plants a firm, real one on yours. your manicured, white nails contrast against the black expanse of his suit and broad back. you push him gently towards luke. when he's finished hugging everyone and comes back down the aisle, you quickly fix his tie and smooth down his lapels. he kisses your cheek again and goes down to the stage.

photo three: the trophy is in the middle, the whole family wrapped together. you're tucked between ellen, the older woman has an arm around your waist and your boyfriend's got is arm slung across you shoulders on you other side, everyone smiling big for the camera.

you still remember ellen and jim insisting that you get in the photo, because "you're practically family anyways," and "it's any day now" that their son proposes to you. the photo is on their fridge, to this day.

4. quinn's y/n shirt

another video from y/n's tiktok. during the christmas season, she spent the holidays with the hughes family. her future brother in law (hopefully), jack hughes got quinn a pretty special present.

video: jack is holding the camera, and it pans to you and quinn. your holding a giant sushi stuffed toy (long story) from luke on your lap as you sit next to your boyfriend.

"here," he extends a hand holding a bag to his older brother.

Quinn smiles in thanks and digs into it, retrieving shirt. but it's no ordinary shirt. it's one of those old, retro looking ones with your face blown out all over it.

pictures from red carpets, your album covers, and in gaudy, shadowy text, it reads: IF LOST, RETURN TO Y/N L/N.

Luke cackles as you bury your face in quinn's shoulder. he's letting out a deep, belly laugh as his parents smile and take pictures of it when he holds it out.

he immediately pulls off his sweatshirt and tugs the shirt on. it fits a little tight.

"merry christmas!" jack yells as he gives you a high-five.

he still wears that stupid shirt around the apartment, just because he knows you like the fit and your face plastered all over his chest.

3. y/n's songs about her boyfriend

through many new releases, we have determined a list of songs about quinn from her new album, lover.

sweet nothing

paper rings

lover

daylight

I think he knows

afterglow

good looking

wow, you think. these people must not have lives if they're rummaging through your digital footprint and media presence with your boyfriend just to link them with your songs.

2. quinn's interview

since the couple has gone public, y/n has been seen at Canuck's games with family and friends. since she's from vancouver, born and raised, she is passionate about hockey and fits right in.

video one: the jumbotron flashes your face an name; you're wearing quinn's canucks jersey, hair loose. you smile and flutter your fingers at the crowd that's going crazy. one the ice, quinn's teammates jostle and holler at him, and you blow him a kiss. he pretends to catch it, and the screaming in the stadium reaches a new level as the screen pans to him: he's pink and all smiley.

video two: the ref makes a call and you stand, throwing your hands up in the air, exasperated. you huff, sitting back down with your head in your hands. your friends watch on with disappointment, and the three of you let out complains.

video three: quinn grins while looking off camera in the middle of an interview, and the journalist laughs.

"your girl?" he asks, and quinn nods shyly.

"yeah, it's real nice to see her here supporting. I mean, she's really busy too with her tours, but it's nice to have her on my turf."

"I saw! she got really riled up for the penalty during the second period. she's wearing your jersey as well."

"yeah," he scratches his neck, scrunching his nose to hide the big ass smile on his face, "she looks great, eh?"

"glad to see her in her hometown, too."

"right. yeah, I love her so much."

you snicker at how love sick he looks, because early on in the relationship he followed you around like a clingy, lost puppy. he still does sometimes after a roadie or one of your tours. you love it.

1. karma is the guy on the rink, coming straight home to me

the internet broke when y/n changed one of the songs on her song list for her tour last year at rogers arena in vancouver: instead of "karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me", which is a reference to her ex, she changes it to better fix her new romance.

video: you dance through the song, your backup dancers clueless as you reach the line.

"karma is the guy on the rink, comin' straight home to me!" your voice breaks a little in a giggle at the end, your dancers shocked laughter and gasps visible from their faces that even an iPhone camera from 25 meters away can catch.

video two: quinn's in the tent with your parents and some of his teammates and their girlfriends, all of them are vibing to the music and dancing, most holding drinks in their hands.

when the line hits the speakers, everyone is screaming so loud and filming him, and he blushes so red that it spreads to his ears and neck, even in the dim light. his boys are slapping his back, and your dad gives him a high-five. he just smiles at you, dopey and deliriously happy in his shirt of your face and the 20 friendship bracelets your fans had made for him.

you remember that show perfectly, and the night after even better. you barely got any sleep because of his attentions, and your makeup artists spent nearly half an hour covering up the bruises on your neck and chest the next morning.

all in all, we can come to the conclusion that quinn hughes and y/n l/n are completely down bad for each other, like she teased in the song list of her unreleased album. we only hope for good things in the future for this famous couple!

you smile at the closing statement, sending it to quinn to read later in his hotel room.

he facetimes you that night, hair wet and eyes sleepy.

"that article was absolutely right. I am so down bad for you." he tells you seriously, with the promise of lots of love when he comes straight home to you.

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[dadvans]

chick flick moments (bucktommy)

[i can’t stop thinking about tommy’s favorite movie being Love, Actually.]

Tommy hasn’t really talked or seen his family in roughly twenty years. His firefighting career has never been enough, if they were ever keeping tabs, to make up for his dishonorable discharge. And honestly, it’s been fine with him. His family has always been the suffocating kind of conservative and earning their love stopped being a hill he would choose to die on for longer than they’ve been radio silent.

Someone is keeping tabs though, or maybe the news of his recent heroics have a broader reach than he thought, because a few months after getting a medal for the cruise liner disaster response, someone reaches out. Tommy is hesitant to engage because he’s pretty happy without them in his life, but maybe at first it was a cousin or uncle, but that’s followed by one of his sisters trying to get into contact, followed by his mom, followed by his dad. And they’re persistent. Maybe they do want to make amends. And maybe he doesn’t need his blood family but there’s that tiniest part of him left that still wants that connection.

This is how he gets suckered into the most miserable Christmas dinner of his life. It’s not actually Christmas, it’s a few days before when the whole clan can get together, and it’s just as claustrophobic and awful as ever, every word spoken saturated in judgment and triple meanings that Tommy long since has lost the muscle to withstand.

Evan had wanted to come with him, said a whole bunch of shit about how they were PARTNERS, and how it could not be nearly as bad as his own parents were, but Tommy’s extended family holiday dinners are like a Los Angeles Miserable People convention crowded between the dining room and kitchen tables, and Evan’s still licking some wounds after surviving Gerrard’s brief yet nightmarish tenure back at the 118, maybe next time. This first round Tommy needs to do solo. So, Evan drops him off around the corner in the afternoon with a promise to come pick him up later that night.

Evan checks in with him pretty frequently, sending him stupid videos and things he finds on the internet, but Tommy gets hit immediately by some pretty barbed comments about being a grown man on his phone who doesn’t give a shit about the olive branch he’s being offered, so he stops checking so much.

Finally, halfway through too many glasses of wine and an early evening roast that make his memories of MREs seem like a pleasant dream, his phone starts going off pretty insistently. It’s Evan.

The doorbell is about to ring and i need you to be the one to answer it.

Well, that’s worrisome. He’s pretty close to the hallway though, so he types back: ok.

The doorbell rings. He shoves away from the table, waving everyone else back down. “I’ll get it.”

Evan is at the door. He has his phone out with a little plug-in speaker, and oh God, a stack of cue cards—

Unbelievable. “What are you doing.”

Evan enthusiastically hits play on his phone and as tinny Christmas music starts to play, holds up the first card: TELL THEM IT’S CAROLERS

He shakes his head. “Evan, even if they believed me, they would probably love that and would come check it out.”

“Tommy, who’s at the door?” His uncle calls from the dining room.

Tommy rolls his eyes and shouts back, “Planned Parenthood asking for donations!”

“Tell ‘em were eating dinner and to get the fuck out of here!”

Tommy looks at Evan pointedly, eyebrows raised, hands in pockets as if to say: well?

Evan flips to the next few cue cards:

I NEVER SAW THIS MOVIE BEFORE YOU MADE ME WATCH IT flip AND HONESTLY IT WASNT THAT GOOD flip BUT TO ME YOU ARE WORTH IT

“Evan,” Tommy says, softening.

AND I KNOW YOU THINK YOU ARE PROTECTING ME BY TELLING ME TO STAY HOME flip AND THOUGH WHATEVER IS GOING ON CAN’T BE AS BAD AS WATCHING LOVE, ACTUALLY flip OR HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS flip OR THE WEDDING PLANNER flip OR 50 FIRST DATES flip (I ACTUALLY LIKED FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL) flip I WANTED TO CHECK IN

Evan fumbles the cards to the hand holding his phone to pull something out of his back pocket, a piece of paper he gives Tommy, before flipping to the next card: I MADE THIS RANSOM NOTE IF YOU NEED TO BE KIDNAPPED flip AND WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE

It’s easily the stupidest grand gesture anyone’s ever directed at Tommy. He looks over the piece of paper, words threateningly put together cut out from Evan’s copies of Food & Wine and Men’s Health. He nods to himself, smiling, then looks up at Evan who is cheesing back.

“Yeah,” he says, feels for his phone and wallet in his pocket, before dropping the paper to the welcome mat and stepping outside, ready to escape back home to the only family he needs.

[wlwsoccerfics]

mi amor(Aitana BonmatíXChelsea/BronzeReader)

AN: this Is based on the request. So thank you. I hope you enjoy this. I know it's a bit different but i hope you still Like it.

Warnings: ACL injury, google translate used

Summary: before offically meeting Aitana in Barcelona while visiting your sister the two of you disliked one another. For no reason at all. That changed though.

You knew Aitana before offically meeting her. When you played against Barcelona. And somehow you two disliked one another. There was no real reason for it. Probably because you were the quiet Type and didn't smile alot and many people took it as you being arrogant so she was avoiding you.

That did change when you visited your older sister Lucy in Barcelona for the first time though. Lucy took you to a Dinner with some of the Barca Girls. Aitana was one of the Girls. She quickly realized that you were just shy and not a b*tch at all.

You started talking that night and then met up the next few days you were there to visit. You went home with her and spent the night before you offically got together. That was over a year ago.

It was monday morning and you guys had practice. During one of the drills you made a wrong move, falling to the floor, face first on the grass. Hitting the ground with your Fist, sobbing in pain. You knew right away that it was your ACL. Lucy was right besides you and the medics were there rather quickly as well.

"y/n. It's okay! Maybe it's Not so bad!" Lucy told you. Even though she was quite sure that it was exactly as bad as it looked.

"it's bad...i know it's my ACL!" You sobbed out. The medics soon carried you inside and one of them did an Exam of your knee. Lucy didn't leave your side.

Not even when you were on the way to the hospital. You desperately wanted to call your girlfriend but you didn't want her to worry. Because you knew she was also busy with football right now.

After many exams including X-rays & CT Scans the doctor confirmed what you already knew. It was indeed the Bad three Letters no Football player ever wants to hear about. ACL. The end of many Football Dreams but you wanted to fight your way back.

Lucy had called Aitana while you were getting your Scans done so she was informed now and was on her way to you . Of course you had no idea that this had happened. All you focused on right now was the fact that your surgrey was gonna be tomorrow.

Which was why the doctor decided to have you spent the night so your surgrey could be done first thing in the morning.

So when you were settling down on your room, lucy told you she was gonna get your stuff from Home which she did. On her way home she was texting your girlfriend again. Letting her know that it was in fact your ACL and your surgery was tomorrow.

You ended up falling asleep from exhaustion while waiting for Lucy. What you didn't know was that she was meeting up with Aitana outside of the hospital.

"mi amor. she looks tiny in that bed." Your girlfriend whispered out when she saw you. Turning towards your sister.

"indeed she does..." Lucy answered. Sighing softly.

"Me preocupo por ella(i worry about her)!" She replied.

"cariño(Sweetheart)?" You whispered out. Afraid that this was not real and you were still dreaming.

"¿Cómo estás?(How are you?)" She stepped closer and took your hand in hers.

"that's my queue to leave!" Lucy stated and put the bag with your stuff on a Chair before leaving the room.

"Estoy mejor ahora(i am better now)! Gracias a ti.(Thanks to you.)" You said. Smiling slighlty.

"Sabes que está bien estar triste.(You know that it is okay to be sad)!" Your girlfriend replied and kissed your forehead.

You started to bite down on your bottom lip.

"Tengo miedo de lo que me depara el futuro(i am scared of what the future holds)." You admitted. The ACL injury was gonna hold you back for the next 9-10 months. This was not going well with your plans.

"Tú puedes con esto(you got this)!" Aitana replied. Smiling at you. She wished she could take away your pain and turn back time, because she didn't want you to suffer. Unfortunately time travel wasn't possible.

You pulled her onto the bed with you. Cuddling up to her. Hiding your face in her hair. The smell of her Shampoo was very calming and made you feel better right away.

"get some sleep, cariño!" She whispered out. Gently playing with your hair. You let out a soft yawn and slowly fell asleep.

You slept through the night until it was time to get ready for surgery. Aitana was distracting you from thinking too much about everything. She told you some funny stories and Lucy was there as well to support you. She was also there to update the rest of your Chelsea teammates and your fellow lionesses.

Aitana and Lucy waited for almost 3 hours before you were brought back to them. Slowly waking up while the doctor explained how the surgery went. Which thankfully was going well and without any complications.

Your girlfriend was holding your hand. She didn't even realized it but she was crying. It was filled with many emotions. She tried to hold it in the entire time but now she couldn't hold back anymore. Aitana was relieved, felt the pain of you missing out on many Games, tournaments and experiences until you are healed and she hated to see you looking so broken.

But Lucy tried to pick her spirits back up before you were fully awake again. Altough you could read her like a book these days now. So could she when it came to you. Which is kind of funny because before she meet you away from the pitch she used to call you 'espíritu maligno' which meant 'evil spirit'. Never judge a book by it's Cover. Cause she now knows you are not just part of the Club that's her biggest rival but you also the one that stole her heart with how sweet you were.

"Estoy bien mi amor(i am okay my love)." You whisper out. She squeezed your hand gently. And you stroked her hand with your thumb lightly.

"Eso es bueno escuchar(that's good to hear)!" She replied and kissed your forehead gently.

"Solías odiarme. Ahora lloras porque estoy herido.(you used to hate me. now you cry cause i am hurt.)." you said and couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.

Aitana couldn't help but laugh.

"Cállate por favor(Sh*t Up please)." She stated but there was no real bite behind it. Your sister walked over to you and kissed your hair.

"glad you are awake and everything went well, sis! you are allowed to leave tonight." Lucy told you.

"thank luce!" You replied. You and Lucy were living together so you at least wouldn't be alone. Cause your girlfriend had to fly back to Barcelona tomorrow. But she promised you to Facetime you every day. Not that you didn't do that already. But that did help with having to let her go back. And she promised to be back as often as possible.

"Tal vez deberías unirte al FC Barcelona después de tu recuperación, para que no tengamos que estar separados nunca más.(maybe you should join FC Barcelona after your recovery so we don't have to be apart anymore!)" Aitana answered.

"¿Estás cansada de que seamos rivales?(are you tired of us being rivals?)" You asked with a teasing smile. but it wasn't like you haven't thought about it either.

Only time would tell what was gonna happen in the future. But one thing was for sure. Your relationship was growing stronger ever single day.

[cornyforjk]

Drive you crazy | day 10 | jjk

⤷ SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language

taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd @hagridshaircare @tatzzzz @suashifts @kyuupii-blog @bananaminnie-blog @rispwr @spideyjimin

A/note: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! I can't believe this is the last chapter. We've come a long way. And I wanna thank all of you who've supported me and stayed with me since the start. I love you guys a lot❤️

Anw, I do have some prompts for my new series but requests are open!! I'll do oneshots and drabbles for this series as well.

Okay bye guyssss Enjoyyy!!!

Edit: WTF GUYS!!!??? HIW THF DID I FORGET TO WRITE THE NAME OF THE FIC IM THE STARTING LOLLLL I'M SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭

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I took a deep breath and apologized for leaving him hanging on the bus, but Jungkook didn't respond, either by acknowledging my words or accepting my apology.

Trying to ease the tension, I called over a waiter and said, "Since your date is finally here, let's begin this dinner?"

I smiled and used a lighter I had on hand to light the candle in the middle of the table. Jungkook smiled, and I could sense a subtle shift in his mood.

He leaned in and spoke to the waiter in a smooth language I didn't understand. Within a few minutes, the waiter left with a nod and a conflicted expression.

I couldn't help but express my surprise.

"You know French?"

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Darling, Locke isn't the only one who knows how to speak the language of love." He winked, clearly satisfied with his answer.

A few minutes later, our food arrived, and the main course was presented with a tin cover. As the waiter revealed the dish, a live chicken suddenly scurried across the table, causing havoc. Drinks staining the White tablecloth, fries scattered across the floor, the panic-stricken chicken moving towards a wine bottle and provoking it to crash down on the floor, the stick of candle fell along with it and a splash of fire stroke the floor, guests around shuffled hurriedly away from the chaos in distress, Jungkook and I grabbed bottles of ketchup aiming it towards the growing fire and shooting the tomato sauce trying to extinguish it."7 million dollar restaurant and not a glass of water in sight!" I shriek.

Jungkook sprang into action, launching himself toward the chicken. He coddled it with both hands, tamping down the chaos and preventing further mayhem. It was an unexpected turn of events, and I couldn't help but stare in amazement at Jungkook's quick thinking and ability to handle such a bizarre situation.

"We are really sorry, we'd like to pay for the damage that was done." "You better pay up." The waiter snapped.

"Why did you even bring out a living chicken?" I ask, puzzled. "Ahem? I'm sorry but your man ordered it with his broken French, utterly preposterous." The waiter said in a disgusted tone.

"Sir, why would we eat a living breathing chicken?" "I don't know what you Americans are into." He sassily lashed out.

I gasp dramatically, hand on my chest. "We are Korean!" Holding Jungkook's I "We are Korean!" Holding Jungkook's I storm out, "Let's get out of here."

After the chaos caused by the live chicken, Jungkook and I made a quick escape to the terrace of the restaurant. As we caught our breath, I couldn't help but ask him the burning question.

"Why didn't you just order like normal people do?" I inquired, a bemused smile on my face.

Jungkook chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I wanted to impress you," he admitted.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Impress me?"

He nodded a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, and to smack talk in Locke's face."

I couldn't help but giggle at his honesty and the absurdity of the situation.

"Well, I don't think we'll be allowed at Le Petit Bistro ever again."

We both shared a laugh, looking out over the skyline of the beautiful evening.

"Why do you always feel the need to compete with him?" I asked curiously.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before answering, "Well, don't you get it...?"

I looked into his eyes, surprise giving way to genuine amusement. I burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the terrace. "You're a real nincompoop, you know that?"

"A nincompoop?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"An idiot."

Jungkook chuckled, his shoulders relaxing as he realized that I found his antics endearing. At that moment, as the evening breeze swept over us and the city lights twinkled in the distance, I couldn't help but appreciate the quirks that made Jungkook who he

was.

"Y/n...I-"

"I know."

"Jungkook, I know, but knowing that losing you would wreck my ability to love anyone as deeply as you-"

"You won't lose me." He reassured me. Grabbing my hand he pulled me closer.

Locke suddenly appeared, breaking our intimate moment, I noticed Jungkook's irritated expression. He threw Locke a dirty look before rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the skyline.

I greeted Locke with a smile and asked, "What brings you here?"

Locke laughed, his carefree demeanour unaffected by the earlier chaos. "Well, everyone gathered at the restaurant, only to find out about the chaos you two created."

I chuckled and exchanged a knowing look with Jungkook. "So, are you ready to go? You must be hungry," Locke offered, extending a hand toward me.I shook my head, a mischievous glint in my eye. "I already went ahead on a date with Mr. Nincompoop over here." I nudged Jungkook playfully, earning a small chuckle from him.

Locke sighed in mock defeat, nodding his head in understanding as he made his way out. "You didn't have to do that," Jungkook whispered to me.

I leaned closer to him and whispered back, "I wanted to."

"I saw a taco truck nearby, let's get you dinner." He extends his arm as I take it.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

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After stuffing our stomachs with the best tacos I've ever had, we were walking around the beach.

What could be something better than walking hand in hand with Jungkook while looking at the sunset? Nothing right?

"what are you doing after this?" Jungkook asks me to which I reply "nothing really"

I notice his lingering gazes and ouff, I feel all sorts of butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Is it just me or is he actually leaning in on me? Oh fuck

What the fuck is wrong with me???? He was literally leaning in to kiss me and I faced the front omg.

The tension rose around us as his hold on my hands loosened. Shit shit what do I do now??

I stopped, abruptly turning towards him "wait wait, I didn't mean that" I said looking in his eyes.

His expression changed, a smirk growing on his lips,

"what did you not mean?"

Dude left me speechless like wtf.

Heat flushed throughout my body and all of a sudden I felt shy infront of him.

"I didn't mean that", my words came out as a whisper.

"didn't mean what babe?" Ughh he's so annoying

And to stop that annoying mouth of his, I only had one option.(😏)

I smashed my lips on his.

He stumbled for a sec, but gained back his control. And not just his, mine too. He grabbed my neck and kissed me hard. After like making out for 1 min and 27 secs, we pull out.

But it doesn't stop there. Jungkook pulls me down on the sand and hovers over me. He kisses my neck, jawline and my lips again. And dude,, I've never felt this wet in my whole life.

We're kissing eachother like mad people, completely forgotten of the fact we're literally at a beach.

It was the very loud sound of clicking which caught our attention.

Omg, it was jimin who was clicking pictures of us kissing and hoseok was there too, but he had his eyes covered by his own hand.

We jerked out of panic, pushing each other and standing up instantly. "WHAT THE FUCK JIMIN???"

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYSSS!!!???" Hoseok yelled back.

Jimin, all of a sudden started laughing like a maniac. But why the fuck is hoseok- and now Jungkook laughing as well?? I should join too ig?

All four of us were very stupidly laughing of 2 mins 12 secs straight wtf?

"Okay stop now, wtf you guys? What are you doing here?" I ask that, feeling a lil shy.

"Well, you tell us. What were you guys doing huh?" Jimin said with a smirk.

"We-uh we were doing some cardio" Jungkook answered hesitantly. "Y-yeah yeah" and I agreed. Wow. We're so smart.

"Un-huh, i have the proooofff" and once jimin said that jungkook started chasing him. They were running here and there like 5 year olds. And why the fuck is hoseok running as well? This man, dude.

"OH MY GOD Y'ALL STOP THIS!!" I yelled but everyone was busy running.

And what could get worse? Everyone from the team came there. And all of them started chasing each other as well? WTF???

Jimin runs adjacent to me, and my arm hits his camera which flies off in the opposite direction. And before he could pick it up, jungkook catches him and I take the camera with me.

And now, I'm running as well. Great!

I run as far as I could and when I spot our rented car, i quickly get inside and hid in there.

I let out a sigh of relief and then decide to look at the stupid pictures he took.

But damn.

I might have just came.

No I'm kidding, but still. The pictures are clear. The first one I see is the one where we notice jimin, our eyes wide and face pale.

It induces a giggle from me, jungkook looks sooo cuteeeee.

The next one is hot, like hot hot. We're in such an awkward but sexy position, my hands in his hair and his on my waist. Ouff.

The next few ones are similar and then comes the one where I'm standing tip-toed, kissing the heck out of jungkook. This one is worth getting printed and put up the wall of our own house when we're married and have 3 or 4 or however kids and I tell them this my kids, this is how i met your dad. Omg.

I shrieked out when I heard thumping on the cars window but it's just jungkook. I unlock the door fir him to get inside. He sits besides me, still with that dreamy look in his eyes.

"how did the pictures come out?" He asked, voice laced with tease.

" pretty great, they'll help me get off tonight" i said , with the same hint of tease.

"why use a picture, when you can have me tonight?" He says, shifting closer to me.

"who said I can have you tonight?" I asked innocently.

His expression changed, same as when I accidentally swerved him. Omgg he looked soo cuteeeee.

I controlled my laugh, before continuing

"I'll have you right now" the infamous smirk reached his lips again as he pulled me onto his lap, kissing me again.

His hands on my waist tickled and I laughed out loud. And this bitch, took the opportunity and started tickling me fr.

After several threats and pleas, jungkook finally stops. I look in his eyes, full of love and adore, fuck I want him so bad

"I love you y/n." He said, as if he read my mind.

"i love you too jungkook." I replied, as if I heard his heart.

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Day9

And this was an end of my first ever series, thank you everyone.

You can send asks regarding the characters and can ask the characters questions too, they'll reply back. Requests are open, so do send me ideas for drabbles.

[raspberrybesitos]

frosted cookies | husband!frankie morales x wife!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4.4k

Summary: You pack away an extra treat in your husband’s lunch. What happens when Frankie sees you’ve packed more than just some cookies? Cookies won’t be the only thing that’s frosted when he has his way with you.

Warnings: unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!), oral (f receiving), fingering, doggy style, missionary, praise kink, three (3) spanks, cum eating, teeniest bit of soft dom!Frankie, sickening fluff, after care, pet names (querida, hermosa, baby, etc), husband!Frankie being so in love and down bad for his wife, reader speaks some Spanish, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, some Spanish translations throughout.

A/N: can be read as part of the “just married” universe or a stand alone. did y’all think i forgot about a 500 follower treat?! hehehe i would never!! i’m back with a lil slice of domestic holiday bliss and smut with our guy, our husband! i’m just so down bad for Frankie, like there’s really no explaining myself. he’s everything. i want him so bad.🧎‍♀️anyway, happy Frankie friday everybody! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏼 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

“Jesus, querida. How many cookies are you gonna bake?” Frankie asks before popping one into his mouth. “Francisco! Ya basta! (Enough) Those are for tomorrow!” You yell, smacking your husband’s hand away from getting anymore cookies.

After tomorrow, you and Frankie are off for 10 days. The stress and anticipation of the festivities and just spending uninterrupted time together energizes you to work rapidly. You’ve been baking all day for your office’s Christmas party, whipping up an array of cookies and packaging them up to give out to your coworkers.

 Flour, powdered sugar, and icing bags are scattered throughout the counter. A bowl of icing sitting in the middle of the island and cookie cutters next to 3 trays of cookies. Powdered sugar coats your hands and icing splattered across your apron.

“Lo siento, bebita, (I'm sorry, baby girl)” he says through a muffled mouthful of cookie, rubbing circles on your lower back while he peppers kisses to your shoulder.

“I have to make sure there’s enough for everyone. 50 is good right? The whole office will be there, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out,” you ramble as you roll out the last batch of dough in between parchment paper. Frankie rubs up and down your arms as you cut them into shapes.

“50 is plenty, baby. You work too hard, mi amor. Is this the last batch?”

“Yeah, I’ll finally be done after this one comes out the oven,” you say as you place them onto the cookie sheet.

“Good. You need to rest, and I wanna have my wife to myself.” You turn around in his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck. “You sure no one will feel left out?”

A small gentle smile splays on his lips as he readjusts his grip on your hips. “No one will feel left out, baby. I promise. And if they do, then fuck ‘em. They don’t know how hard you work, or how kind you truly are,” he softly says. A relieved smile creeps onto your face as a toothy grin appears on his. He places a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, you getting lost in him as the taste of him mixes with the sugary cookie he’d just eaten. Both of you sighing into one another, never getting enough of each other.

The oven timer dings, startling the both of you and breaking the kiss as you jump back a bit. The two of you giggling like a pair of children, Frankie places one last chaste kiss to your lips as you head to the oven. Feeling a playful swat to your ass, you turn around and playfully scold your husband as you remove the cookies out of the oven - the aroma of sugar and spice filling the air.

“How long’s this last batch gonna take, mi vida?” Frankie asks as you place the final batch of cookies in the oven. “Only 15 minutes, mi amor. Tener paciencia (have patience),” you say through a fit of giggles, laughing at your husband’s impatience. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as you stride towards him. Pulling him in for another kiss, his hands freely roam down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Laughing into him, you pull away as you bark out a belly laugh, your husband mirroring you.

“Could you help me clean up, please baby? The faster we clean, the faster I’m all yours,” you taunt. “Of course, mi vida, you don’t even have to ask. Although, the incentive is nice,” he says with a smirk. The two of you swiftly maneuver throughout the kitchen while the cookies bake. Frankie clearing the counter as you wipe it down, and washing and drying dishes together - working in tandem to tidy up your kitchen. The oven timer dings once more, Frankie washing and drying the remaining dishes as you remove the last batch and set them on the cooling rack. As you remove your oven mitts, Frankie tosses the dish rag onto the counter and swoops behind you, engulfing you in his broad, taut arms while he litters kisses along your neck.

“All done, mi amor?” He asks against your skin, his mustache tickling you along with his eagerness, eliciting a laugh from you. “All done, mi amor,” you laugh, wrapping your arm around his neck to twirl the curls at the nape of his neck. “Vamos, mi esposa,” he says, whisking you away and up the stairs.

Laughter bubbling over the two of you as you rush up the stairs.

After tomorrow, it’s 10 days of this - uninterrupted bliss with each other.

Frankie plops down on the chair, groaning as time ticks by agonizingly slow. He runs a hand over his face, his wedding ring making contact with his cheek reminds him of you - just 4 more hours until he’s home with you.

Cracking open his lunchbox, he smiles as he spots the usual yellow sticky note that you pack in his lunch which lay atop some of the freshly baked cookies that you made last night. Picking it up, he reads the note:

“Enjoy your lunch, mi esposo hermoso. Can’t wait for you to frost my cookie when you get home ;)

-Con amor, su esposa”

Beneath it, a polaroid of you dressed in a crimson red babydoll with white fur lining the bust. It leaves little to the imagination as you display your breasts to the camera, a coy smile on your lips as white frosting runs down your lips and onto your chin, teasingly biting into one of the cookies you baked.

His breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening as he takes in your form. He’s hard as a fucking rock, his lunch now completely forgotten.

“‘S matter, boss? Wife forget to pack your juice or something?” A stupid rookie asks, laughing too hard at his own joke as he creeps up behind Frankie to catch a glimpse inside his lunchbox. Frankie immediately drops the polaroid back inside and flips the lid closed before the rookie can see it.

“Shut the hell up, Daniel,” Frankie grumbles as he rises to his feet, stomping out of the break room and into his tiny, cluttered office. He typically eats lunch here, wanting to get away from the fumes that permeate the shop, but the anticipation of your time off together made him antsy - seeking out a place without constant reminders of you as the day drags on.

That did absolutely nothing. Your boudoir polaroid having made his day better and worse simultaneously. You looked nothing short of a dream, but now his impatience is getting the better of him as his mind wanders to all the things he plans to do to you tonight. He groans, his cock still half hard as he unravels his lunch. He huffs sticking the polaroid in his wallet, aggressively nibbling at his lunch.

Could this day go by any slower?

He opens the door, tossing his keys into the bowl as he shuts and locks it. Trudging inside, he toes off his boots, pushing them to the side as he takes in your fully decorated home. His heart swells at the sight, knowing you were off work early today after your office party. Meaning you probably spent the entire afternoon decorating.

Garlands adorn every wall, the tree now fully decorated and the Christmas village sits atop the mantle. Twinkling lights warmly illuminate the room. The sprig of mistletoe hangs above the entryway to the kitchen, the smell of dinner and more baked goods permeating through the air mingling with the fresh pine scent of the tree.

You’ve gone full Christmas-mode and he can’t get enough of your domesticity - your ability to make every single thing you touch feel like home.

“Frankie?!” You yell faintly from the kitchen.

“Hermosa, I’m home!” He shouts as he shrugs off his brown utility jacket. Footsteps bound from the kitchen and into the hall. There you stand, in all your domestic glory with your apron around your front and a bit of flour on your cheek. 

You beam at him, happy your husband is finally home for the week. Your office is closed and so is the shop for the following week and then some for the holiday, now you have him all to yourself for the next 10 days. Practically flinging yourself into his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss. He laughs at your eagerness, his cock twitching in his pants as you tug him closer by his soft curls, deepening the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, a soft moan escaping you and into Frankie.

It’s unclear who breaks the kiss first, but the both of you are heaving, panting for air. The smile returning to your face, a smug look appearing on your husband’s face. 

“Hi, baby. I missed you.” Your hands snake up his chest and you remove his cap from his head, setting it on the table by the door, carding your fingers through his hair. His smile softens, eyes gleaming with love. “Hi, mi amor. I missed you too. I see you got up to some stuff while I was gone,” he says, swirling circles on your lower back. You giggle, knowing you can be a bit elaborate when it comes to decorating.

“‘S not too much?” You ask. He quickly shakes his head. “Never, mi amor,” he nearly whispers, reassuring you before capturing your lips in another kiss. Walking you backwards into the kitchen, he presses you up against the kitchen counter, catching a whiff of something baking in the oven again.

He pulls back, forehead resting against yours as he swipes away the flour that’s smudged on your cheek. “You’re still baking, mi vida? I thought you were finished,” he asks. “I am, but I wanted to make you something, a treat to celebrate our vacation,” you ramble. A chuckle rumbles in his sturdy chest.

“Got the most delicious treat right here,” he tsks, you chuckle rolling your eyes at his cheesiness as butterflies erupt in your belly. His hardening length presses against your core as he dives in to litter your neck with kisses. “Even got a picture to prove it,” he rasps against you. A small gasp escapes you.

So he did see the picture.

“Oh really? Can I see this picture, amor?” Your voice breathy and titillating, feigning oblivion as a smirk plastered on your face while he sucks on your neck.

“I’m sure you know what it looks like. In fact, you’re gonna let me recreate it with the real thing, baby.” His voice low and husky now as his clothed, hard cock ruts into you.

A wave of arousal pools in your panties. “I am?” You breathlessly ask, still keeping up the innocent act.

“Mhmm. Gonna be covered in me. Isn’t that what you wanted, princesa? Huh? You couldn’t wait for me to get home and frost your cookie, hermosa?” He asks as his lips ghost over yours now, emphasizing the reference to the note you’d put in his lunchbox this morning. You snort, eyes shutting as heat courses through your veins as he quotes the note, and warmth blooming in your belly.

A light smack to your thigh reels you back in, eyes flying open. His eyes filled with lust, pupils darkening. Your eyes glossy and hazy, feeling tipsy just off his embrace, his words.

“Y-yes, Frankie. ‘S what I wanted - want. Want you s-so bad, mi amor,” you mumble against his ear as he resumes peppering kisses along your chest. Humming against you, your words going straight to his cock, which you feel as he presses into your core a bit harder.

“Want you so bad, too, princesa. Been wanting you all day. Y’know how hard it was to keep it together seeing that picture of you? Look so fucking sexy, fuck. Had to stop myself from cumming in my jeans like a fucking teenager,” he mutters into your ear. You giggle, taking great joy in knowing your husband wants you just as bad as you do, maybe even more.

He bites down on your earlobe, your giggles quickly dissipating into a moan. “But what you did today was so bad, mi vida. Distracted me all fucking day from work, could barely concentrate. I think you just made it on the naughty list. What do you think, baby? Are you naughty or nice?”

“N-nice. Nice, baby,” you whimper as Frankie unties your apron and smoothly tosses it on the counter. 

“Mmmm, you sure about that? You gonna be a nice, good girl for me and let me have my way with you?” You furiously nod, your neediness growing into an impatient monster. 

He laughs at your eagerness, relishing in how needy you are for him. “Come on, princesa. Show me how good you are,” he rasps before releasing you from his grasp, grabbing your hand as you two stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Excitement stirring within you as he leads you to your room.

Frankie flings the door open, eagerly bringing you into his embrace again. He cups your cheeks, leaning in as his lips engulf yours in a messy, heated kiss. It’s all tongue as teeth gnash together, moans flying out from both of you while you strip each other down. Frankie groans as he discards your bra onto the floor. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as you shuck off your husband’s briefs, his hard cock springing free, weeping and red.

“On the bed, hermosa,” he demands, his timbre husky and low. You scramble onto the bed, laying on your back, displaying yourself for your husband. “Spread your legs.”

Your brain on autopilot, operating as if Frankie has a remote to control your actions.

Legs spread, the cool air of the room hits your sopping core, a shiver running down your spine. Frankie licks his lips, pupils blown black and wide swirling with lust. He stalks towards you, laying down and settling himself in front of your aching pussy. He grabs your thighs, placing them on either side of his head. The frigidity of his wedding band burning into your skin, contrasting the blaze that burns from within you as you anticipate your husband’s next move.

You pant as the excitement transforms into a forest fire within your core, Frankie so close to where you desperately need him. He presses firm kisses to your thighs, your breath catching in your throat again. Kissing and nipping at your thighs, your neediness causes your hips to involuntarily buck into Frankie - his nose catching on your clit for a split second. A shocking loud moan escapes you as Frankie pushes you back down on the bed.

“Just like you told me last night, mi vida. And like how I had to tell myself after what you pulled this afternoon: tener paciencia,” he practically growls against your thighs. You whine as his teasing resumes. You know this is payback for the polaroid, making him wait all day for some relief. Your husband is the most patient man you know, even when he wants nothing more than to take you any chance he can get.

His desire for you though, constantly burning, so you know this must be killing him too. However, the sweet revenge of seeing you fall apart and writhe under him, begging him to do something is the most delicious reward.

“Frankie,” you desperately sigh, eyes closing as he presses kisses to your mound. “When have I ever not given you what you wanted? Hmm, baby?” He asks against your core, your eyes opening and to lock with his gaze. “Never, mi amor,” you nearly whisper, it comes out much more rushed than intended.

“Tranquila, mi vida. I’m gonna take care of you and this pretty pussy. I got you, baby,” he says with one last kiss to your thigh. Without preamble, he licks a long, languid stripe up your folds. A relieved moan tumbling from your lips as you bury your head further into the pillow. He repetitiously licks up your glistening core, your clit throbbing for some attention. Your husband knows your body like the back of his hand, as if he can read your mind.

He flicks your precious pearl with a steady rhythm, wrapping his lips around it. You twitch underneath him, eyes heavy and glazed.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” You keen as your hands fly to tug on his hair, his rhythmic, skilled tongue bringing you closer to the edge. Your weeping cunt clenches around nothing as a wave of slick seeps from your hole. He snakes a hand up to cup your breast, flicking and suckling your clit as he rolls your nipple in between his thick, calloused fingers, alternating breasts. Your breathing is ragged as you moan, Frankie groaning and humming into you. The vibrations rumbling from within him launching you higher into your climax, teetering on lift off.

“Feels s-so f-fucking good, Frankie. Always s-so fucking g-good,” you babble. He pulls away for a second, his chin coated in your slick. “Come on, baby. Know you’re close. Let go, hermosa,” he rasps right above your swollen cunt. He dives back in, moving his hand from your breast to your entrance, two fingers sliding home with the amount of slick pouring from you.

A sharp gasp escapes you, eyes rolling back at the welcomed intrusion as Frankie rapidly and steadily alternates between sucking and flicking your clit. His fingers hitting that spongy spot only his fingers and cock can reach. The coil in your belly snaps as you’re launched into your orgasm, stars appearing behind your eyes as your vision blurs white hot.

Frankie helps you ride out your high as you scream and writhe beneath him, lapping up every last drop of slick gushing from your throbbing pussy. Desperately trying not to rut his hips into the mattress, he groans at the sweet, tangy taste of you that he can never get enough of. Your thighs tremble as you slowly return back to Earth, whimpering as Frankie presses soft kisses to your thighs.

“Did so good for me, baby. Always so fucking good for me,” he hushes you, peppering kisses up your body.

You fight to keep your eyes open, catching sight of your husband soaked in your release as his mustache and patchy beard gleams in the warm glow of the bedroom.

Pulling him down, you connect your lips with his, both of you moaning into one another. Wrapping your arms around his broad, strong shoulders as you tug on his curls. His mouth licking into yours, letting you taste your sweet slick on your tongue. Sweet and heady, the kiss melds into something sinful as you feel Frankie’s hard, leaking cock rubs right above your core. Precum smearing on your belly, Frankie pulls back and moans at the friction.

“Not done with you yet, querida,” he says gruffly as he lifts himself off you. “Turn around,” he demands. You recognize that tone: he’s gonna have his way with you tonight. A shiver runs down your spine as a new rush of arousal burns brightly in your core. You swiftly lay on your stomach.

“On your knees, baby.” His voice husky and firm. You readjust yourself and settle on your knees, balancing yourself on your forearms. Feeling the mattress dip behind you, another spark of arousal jolts in your pussy, your belly warm and full of anticipation. You can hear Frankie pumping himself in his fist as he lines his hips up with yours.

“See, you can be a good girl. Knew you could do it, mi vida.” You moan at his praise. His large hands caress your ass, engulfing your cheeks in each hand, admiring the view. You teasingly wiggle your ass, Frankie-drunk giggles bubbling over your lips and spilling into the pillow. A smack comes down on your ass, the sting of it making your pussy throb. Moaning as you turn your head to the side, locking eyes with Frankie.

His chocolate irises invisible, eyes completely darkened and filled to the brim with lust.

“Don’t start.” You nod, drool pooling under your mouth, your patience wearing thin. “Be good, baby,” he rasps as he lines his cock up with your entrance. His tip prodding your aching hole, as one of his hands rests on your ass. He slowly slides in, taking his time bottoming out. Both of you moaning in tandem as his cock splits you open, the sting blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. You squeeze around him as he fully sheathes himself inside you, never fully getting used to his size despite being married to him now.

“Alright, baby. Alright, baby,” He hisses, roughly kneading your ass. “Come on now. Relax, baby. I got you,” he calmly whispers. You feel yourself relax, unclenching and releasing him from your vice grip. “There we go. Good girl,” he says as he leans down to press a kiss behind the shell of your ear.

He slowly slides out from you, nearly pulling out all the way until he slams his hips back into yours. His cock punching your cervix.

“Frankie!” You gasp, moaning as you grip the sheets. He repeats the motion, grunting as he cants his hips. “Tightest, sweetest fucking pussy ever. Fuck, always feel so fucking good, baby. You were made for me, made to take my cock. Huh, querida?” He asks, breathing ragged as he fucks in and out of you. You nod and moan in agreement, words escaping you as he brings you close to your second orgasm. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to slowly creep up on you, still reeling from the sensitivity of your previous one.

Another smack hits your ass, clenching around him in your tight heat. You love when Frankie gets a bit rough with you.

“Words, querida. Come on, you were doing so good,” he taunts. You swallow through your moans, unaware of the desperate tears of pleasure that were pooling in your eyes.

“Y-yes, baby. Made for you, made for your cock. S-so fucking good to me, Frankie. L-luckiest girl in the w-world,” you babble. You feel him twitch inside you before he pulls out.

Whining at the loss of your husband’s cock, you’re suddenly being flipped on your back. Before you can give what’s happening a second thought, Frankie slides back into you. Your calves pressed against his strong chest, your ankles resting atop his taut shoulders as he bends you in half. His pace rapidly picking up, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“‘S right, baby. Made for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world, querida. Won the wife lottery,” he rasps lowly, pressing a kiss to your calf.

The love you have for this man is overwhelming. His existence constantly gracing your mind, his unwavering support, his unconditional love, never feeling like you’re not enough for him, his kindness, his patience, how gentle he is with you even when he’s roughing you up.

“Eres la esposa más hermosa y perfecta del mundo. (You're the most beautiful and perfect wife in the world) So lucky to call you my wife, baby,” he grunts, punctuating each word with his thrusts. His sweet words toss you over the edge, fat tears of euphoria and love cascade down your cheeks as you scream his name.

An endless stream of slick seeps from your cunt, coating Frankie in your release. The squelching sound filling the air mixed with pants and moans is sinful, obscene.

“Fuck yes, baby. Give it to me, all of it. Soak my cock, querida. So fucking good - you, this pussy, our life, fuck yes,” he babbles. You mindlessly move your legs from his hold to wrap around his middle, bringing him in closer as you ride out your high.

“Love you so much, Frankie. Best husband in the world, come on, mi amor. Cum for me, need your cum,” you whine, giving him one last good squeeze. Frankie fills you up with half his load before pulling out and coating your mound in his cum. Endless moans streaming from you both. Frankie cums for a long time. 

The picture really did a number on him.

Ropes of his spend coats your sex and your belly. Unable to control yourself, you reach down and swipe two fingers through his cum and lick them clean. Relishing the delicious, salty taste of your husband. Frankie groans as he sees you suck your fingers clean, gathering cum on his fingers and stuffing it back into your cunt. You moan around your fingers at the feeling of his thick, long fingers stuffing you full of his cum.

Releasing your fingers with a pop, Frankie pounces on you - his fingers brushing against your lips, prying your mouth open. You suck them into your mouth, an animalistic groan rumbling from within you as you taste the combination of you two. He removes his fingers, adjusting himself to pin you down, caging you in between his large biceps.

He dives in for a kiss, it’s slower - savoring the taste of you and him on your tongue as he soaks in the love which radiates off your body and into his soul. “Love you so much, mi vida. Para siempre (Always),” he whispers against your lips. You cup his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips as your eyes glimmer with contentment and love.

“Para siempre,” you repeat. Another firm, lingering kiss is pressed to your lips before he rises to his feet, padding to your shared bathroom. The faucet turns on, your usual routine of aftercare beginning. Frankie returns with the warm rag, gently cleaning you up.

“Frosted your cookie pretty good, huh?” He asks with a smirk on his lips, curls in disarray.

You bark out a belly laugh, unable to control your laughter at your husband’s stupid joke.

“Francisco!” You squeal. Frankie tsks and rolls his eyes. “Oh after all the shit we just did, that’s where you draw the line?!” He playfully asks, a toothy grin on his face.

“No, I just thought you forgot about that stupid note!” You say through your laughter, Frankie bursting into a fit of giggles with you. “Wasn’t stupid, and how could I ever forget that and that picture?” He asks as he continues to clean you up.

“Speaking of, I’m not even gonna question when and how you took that picture, but next time, I’m helping you,” he says as he rises up and walks back into the bathroom to discard the rag into the laundry basket. “Whatever you say, mi amor,” you tease from the bed.

He returns, playfully pouncing on the bed beside you. Another fit of giggles erupts from you.

“That’s right, baby. Whatever I say,” he says with a wink and a smile, interlacing your fingers with his - toying with your wedding ring as he places a chaste kiss to your lips before saddling up beside you.

i love husband!Frankie sm 😫😔

wrote this on a bit of a whim, i had no idea what i wanted to do, i just knew i wanted to write a lil christmasy somethin-somethin for y'all 🩷

i hope y'all enjoyed!!! thank you for reading 🫶🏼

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sleepy 16

writer x charles leclerc

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liked by 3,345,383 others sleepygirl Coffee is for the wise.

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user72 yes but you know what’s wiser? GIVING US THE BOOK 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷landonorris agreed. no rush. but 😆

oliviarodrigo caption real!

gracieabrams stunner 🥹

june 1, 2023

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liked by kenzie, oliviarodrigo, charles_leclerc, and 5,696,494 others sleepygirl I actually had the book ready 2 weeks ago but anyways…

I’m trying something new and publishing my book “the sun and her flowers” with little poems I’ve created over the last 3 years on July 10. With a great timespan, it has lots and lots of emotions. I hope you enjoy it and you can pre-order now!🤍

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thisispattismith This is too exciting! ⤷ sleepygirl i adore you

user72 YOURE WELCOME GUYS.

⤷ sleepygirl Yeah. Thank user72 because of their comment 😭

user2 okay but anyone see charles leclerc in the likes… what in the multiverse lewishamilton no text update?

lewishamilton 🧍🏾

⤷ sleepygirl Sorry, Lew. I only told one person about it, aside from my team. 🤭

⤷ lewishamilton i wonder who

⤷ landonorris Unfortunately, it wasn’t me.

⤷ sleepygirl “Skill issue”

⤷ user2 😨 july 3, 2023

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sleepygirl ps. I’ll be having a little booksigning and early book access tomorrow at Waterstone UK just near Silverstone. Exact location coordinates are on my story and bio, see you there!🤎

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charles_leclerc Releasing a very special video about a very special week for me tomorrow. Can't wait for you to see what it's like for me to be racing at home. Video will be live tomorrow at 5pm CET on my YouTube channel 😘

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ssscud16 IS THAT SLEEPYGIRL IN THE LAST PIC.

⤷ f1mclerr so silly how we dont know her name and just call her sleepygirl 😭

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july 5, 2023

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sleepygirl just posted on instagram stories !! caption: 😴 | Snooze by SZA playing

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thetonyabrewer sleepygirl for the F1 Quali at Silverstone 🤎

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july 8, 2023

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sleepygirl Hi! My name is Yn and I am irrevocably in love with this guy named Charles Leclerc ❤️

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july 9, 2023

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sleepygirl The book hallway at home 😭 sorry… I love you so much!! ❤️❤️❤️

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⤷ sleepygirl merci maman 🥹❤️‍🩹

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⤷ charles_leclerc “maman” 😞

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july 16, 2023

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I LVOE I LOVE I LVOE I LOVE I LOVE OMGOMGOWMGKLDS LGJYTMS I TYU TYSMMMM!!!!!! FKLAHSKJFHAKJFHW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AKLSHFKJAHFKJAHGWKLJFWH

First official post for the new blog, starting strong with a Wally and an au version of Wally lol the au belongs to Jay @pup-pee he showed me this au and like,,,,, stares,,,, got obsessed too like fdssbfjdhfjsdk Nirvana au my beloved

also kyle and him fighting for the same damn spot, but it a good one lol

[juqtier]

☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SPENCER REID X FEM READER

SUMMARY: when you moved in to your new apartment, you never imagined your neighbor, spencer reid, would be such a nightmare. he wasn’t your favorite guy. in fact, you hated him. unfortunately for you, you can never seem to escape him. the universe clearly has other plans for you two.

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption in some chapters, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses (this is my first ever full story fanfic! so it might be bad…) this will also be 10 parts so yayyy

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

⋆·˚ ༘ *

chapter 1 : a nightmare..

✎Was it even possible to hate someone so much that even the thought of them made your blood boil?

You never thought that was even possible. You were always trying to see the best in people, even if they were rude to you. That all changed when you moved next door to Spencer Reid.

Spencer Reid

The bane of your existence.

You had moved into your first apartment alone, with the help of your parents loaning some money and your waitressing job, when you had the unpleasant experience of meeting him.

God, he was so stuck up and pretentious. Getting to know him might have been your biggest regret.

The first day you met him, he immediately gave you an attitude.

You weren’t all that familiar with this area, so you took it upon yourself to try and make friends with the neighbors.

As you walk up to the door and knock, you become excited at the potential of a new friendship.

Behind the door, you can hear a quiet, muffled voice and some shuffling before it’s opened to reveal a rather tall man looking down at you.

“Yes?” He sounded a bit annoyed, yet you continued your introduction.

“Hi, I’m your new neighbor! My name is-“

“Cool, I’m really busy, and if it isn’t important, don’t bother me.” The man quickly shuts the door.

You were so puzzled and quite upset.

Who just shuts the door on someone’s face like that?

-‘๑’-

However, after some time, you forgave it. Everyone has bad days; everyone is very busy at some point. Maybe he was just overwhelmed, right?

That was until you saw him again, in the parking lot of the apartments.

You found out his name was Spencer Reid from some other neighbors. This only made you more interested in getting to know him, or at least being civil with each other.

You were getting out of your car after returning home from work when you saw him coming down the stairs to the parking lot. Trying to be friendly, you waved and smiled.

“Hello!” Your expression was bright and kind, as always. Something Spencer never seemed to return. He visibly rolled his eyes at you, rushing to his car.

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to offend him? Do I have something stuck in my teeth

Your thoughts ran wild, doubting every interaction you have had with anyone before. Were you just annoying? You barely had a conversation with the man; how could he find you annoying?

Maybe he just sucked?

-‘๑’-

For months, your interactions were the same. You’d attempt to be friendly, and he’d quickly (and quite rudely) shut you down. You had convinced yourself he was just a busy man until you were proven right. He just sucked.

Friday, 10:49 pm

Music played throughout your living room as you unwinded on your couch. The weekend had just begun, so you decided to finally relax. Work had been extra shitty today, and you felt you deserved a break. You sat on your couch, reading a book, as your favorite songs played when you heard a knock at the door.

Who could be knocking so late?

Placing your book down and quickly turning the music off, you rush to answer the door.

As it opened, you'd never been more confused to see Spencer Reid standing in front of you.

“Uh, hi? Is something wro-”

“Can you turn the music down?” He seemingly snaps, not even letting you finish your sentence.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to have it so lo-”

“If you’re going to blare your music, you shouldn’t have such terrible taste.”

You were taken aback. You were used to the interruptions, the eye rolling, even being completely ignored. But now, he was just being plain rude.

“What? I said I’m sorry.. What’s your problem?”

You were almost about to snap at him. It took all of your power to not rip into him, calling him every name you could think of.

“My problem? My problem is that ever since you moved here, I can’t get even a moment of peace. Some people have jobs and commitments.”

What the actual fuck?

“Holy shit, Spencer. I’ve done nothing to you, but all you’ve done is be an asshole to me!”

Your anger and frustration seemed to boil over in that exact moment, not caring if you hurt his feelings anymore.

“Actu-”

“No, let me talk for once. I don’t know where you work or what you do to make you think you are so morally superior to me, but fuck. You are so fucking mean.“

He seemed shocked at the sudden outburst, as you only ever showed him your bright and bubbly side. His eyes widened slightly, not expecting the blow-up.

“You don’t get to talk down to me because you’re in a pissy mood. So leave me the fuck alone.”

With that, you slam your door in his face and quickly turn around. Your fists clench as you storm to your room and flop onto your bed, letting out a groan of frustration.

God, he was a nightmare.

-‘๑’-

PT 2

a.n : sorry if this sucks or is boring! i’ve never wrote a story like this before but i hope it’s okay!

[hussyknee]

Made in the USA: Wage Theft, Fraud and Hidden Sweatshops

Unrolled twitter thread by derek guy (@dieworkwear)

4 Oct 24 • Read on X

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Not trying to create a pile-on here. But let's talk about why something might still be made in unethical conditions even though it bears a "made in USA" tag. 🧵

The first thing to understand is that not all workers are covered by US labor laws. You might assume that workers get paid a minimum wage (after all, it says "minimum"). In fact, many garment workers in the US toil under what's known as the piecework system.

Piecework means you get paid not by the amount of time you work but the number of operations you complete. This system should be familiar to many of you. As a writer, I get paid per word. The pay is the same whether it takes me 100 or 10 hours to write a 1,000 word article.

My situation is fine bc I get paid enough to eat. But for a garment worker, the pay structure can be peanuts: three cents to sew a zipper or sleeve, five cents for a collar, and seven cents to prepare the top part of a skirt. These are real numbers for LA-based garment workers.

Piecework is how companies skirt minimum wage laws. Among labor organizers, the term "wage theft" refers to the difference between what a worker should have earned under min wage laws and what they actually earned through the piece rate system.

This system is incredibly common. A 2016 UCLA Labor Center study showed the median piece-rate worker in Los Angeles scrapes together $5.15 per hour—less than half the state’s mandated minimum wage. Labor conditions are also very bad: poor ventilation, dusty air, rats and mice.

A Federal Department of Labor investigation the same year found that 85 percent of Los Angeles garment factories were breaking labor laws. In 2016, these violations amounted to $1.3 million in back wages owed to 865 workers in a sample of 77 factories. This is wage theft.

In 2021, labor organizers won a fight to get piecework banned in California. But two years later, it's still incredibly common. I interviewed an LA-based garment worker who toils 12 hrs a day for $50. She sleeps in the corner of a kitchen. From my article in The Nation:

Currently, there's a new fight get piecework banned nationwide through the FABRC Act. I would link, but Twitter throttles threads that have outbound links, so I would prefer if you Google how you can support this legislation. Or follow @GarmentWorkerLA for more info.

The other reason why a "made in USA" tag may not mean much has to do with how the label is applied.

When you see this label inside your garment, what do you assume? Think about this before moving on to the next tweet.

The Federal Trade Commission has pretty strict rules on who gets to apply that label. For clothes, the item has to be cut and sewn in the US using materials that were made in the US. The FTC tries to match its rules with the common understanding of what "made in US" means.

If you're a giant company like Levi's or LL Bean, you may have lawyers who are advising you on these rules. This is why you see labels like "imported," which means the item was made abroad. Or "made in the US from imported materials" when they can't meet the MiUSA standard.

But it's incredibly common for companies to violate FTC rules. In 2022, the FTC fined the pro-Trump brand Lions Not Sheep $211k for labeling their t-shirts "made in USA" when the shirts were actually imported from China and other countries.

The company was basically importing blanks from China, ripping out the "made in China" label, screen printing the shirt in the US, and then applying a new screen-printed "made in US" label. CEO Sean Whalen claimed he was being persecuted for his pro-Trump views.

But the whole thing started bc Whalen made a video about how his customers are price sensitive, so he imports blanks from China. That's what kicked off the FTC investigation. So while this mislabeling is common, it's hard to get caught unless you make a video about your crimes.

The truth is that making a t-shirt in the USA according to FTC standards will result in a relatively expensive garment. Heddels and Velva Sheen both produce shirts in the US from US grown cotton. The first is $26; second is $90 for a two-pack.

Once you add things such as screenprinting—or if you want a more unique cut and not just basic blanks—the costs go up. This is why Bikers for Trump sourced their merch from Haiti. They knew their customers would not pay an extra $8 for true made-in-USA production.

Today, there are countless companies that make merch for other organizations. They source their t-shirts from a variety of places—some made in the US, most not—and then screenprint a design and fulfill orders. This way, the other org doesn't have to do any work but marketing.

When you see a screenprinted t-shirt for $20, ask yourself: Where was the material grown? Where were the yarns spun? Where was the cutting, sewing, and finishing performed? Where was the screenprinted done? What were the wages and labor conditions along these steps?

I'm not a nationalist, so I don't prioritize American jobs over foreign ones. But I do care about fair wages and labor protections. Just because something was made abroad doesn't mean it was made in a sweatshop. Just because it was made in the US doesn't mean fair wages.

Paying more for a garment is also no guarantee of ethical manufacturing. But when the price of a garment is so low, you leave little on the table for workers. Just because you see a $20 t-shirt that says "made in USA" doesn't mean it was made fairly.

Please don't harass the person who posted that original tweet. My intention is not to cause harm or stress for anyone. Only to help shed light on what goes into garment manufacturing, fair labor, and labeling. Hopefully, you will consider these issues when shopping.

For the inevitable question: "How do I make sure my clothes were made ethically?" This is very difficult to answer in a thread. My simplest answer is that we should elect pro-worker politicians, fight for pro-labor laws, and empower unions so workers can advocate for themselves.

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TL; DR: Doesn't matter if it's the US, if it's not union it's probably a sweatshop. And not all merch is priced high because of fair labour conditions (looking at Taylor Swift and Beyoncé). Look for supply chain transparency.

[cutehoons02]

* pairing: Jungwon idol x makeupartist

* tags: fluffy,kiss,strawberry and choccolate

* synopsis: Jungwon doesn’t know what excuse to make up to spend time with you so he shows up at your apartment with a box of strawberries and chocolate

* word count: 1k (Tell me if you like this kind of stories:)

© cutehoons02 all rights reserved 2024.

(English is not my native language)

Jugwon loved sleeping in your super soft bed with you hugging him but knew he had to be careful of anyone he met on the street, it was almost 10 p.m., and wearing a black mask and baseball hat came out of the subway towards your apartment. He didn’t know what i had done maybe a "spell" but every time he saw you at work he tried in all ways to filter with you or tease you while you were makeup before an event, a concert, or for a photo shoot; he didn’t know what excuse to make up to be in front of the door of your apartment with a box of strawberries and chocolate in hand but he just wanted to feel that smell of chamomile and honey coming from your hair or that shy smile you made when he entered the makeup room that so loved.

"Jungwon, what excuse must you arrive at my house at 10:00 p.m.? I’ve already shown you all the balms you can use for your lips, which hairstyle fits best in your hair or which make-up suits your cat’s eyes!" you wore a pajama with red hearts drawn that took the blanket off your bed and your cheeks became all red for how Jungwon looked at you. "I just wanted to visit the best makeup artist in Enhypen, i had a small pimple on my chin, and at home, i had no cream or stickers to put on it when i thought you would have one to lend me!"

"Maybe if you stopped for a few days eating chocolate these little pimples would not come out and this is the worst excuse i could think of to see me Jungwon"

In his hands was a box full of strawberries and in the other two bars of chocolate, every day you see him eating chocolate foods from the classic strawberries he loved so much, to the cookies, to the ice cream and now he had invented to ask Jay for that viral chocolate with that pistachio cream that melted just in his hand and you couldn’t understand how he didn’t have pimples in that beautiful face of his

"We all know that for me the chocolate strawberries and the engene are on the same level of love so now take care of this beautiful face you love to makeup, we both know that you love not only my face but also my hands or arms and maybe you should find out that my lips are nice and soft to kiss too"

You hated when he started to tease or filter with you, could have any girl at that time but always sought your attention and had even begun to "mistakenly" touch your hands while you were makeup, or sometimes his arms went for "accident" in your hips when he had to move.

You went to get some heart-shaped pimple stickers and Jungwon was sitting in your bed with a bowl of strawberries in his hand and leaning on the nightstand there was a hot chocolate bowl. "Sit down a moment on the edge of the bed so i can put the sticker in your pimple and moisturizer for your skin" Jungwon didn’t want you to stand at all then with a smirk he settled down in the middle of your bed with one hand he made a sign to sit next to him, you didn’t know how to behave with him but you were tired of always being that shy with the guys so without thinking about it for a moment you jumped on his legs and with a smile you began to carefully spread your favorite moisturizer.

A slight redness formed in the cheeks of the leader of Enhypen and without thinking put his strong arms around your hips "How do you like T/L hearts so much? You have a piercing with a heart in your ear, your sheets have red hearts, even the stickers for the heart-shaped pimples and also the polaroids that you’ve attached to the wall form a small heart; i didn’t think you liked the love represented by hearts so much."

"Let’s say i am a person who loves love and hearts; i can see them from everything in the clouds, in the four-leaf clovers or the food, and look yourself this strawberry doesn’t look a bit like a heart. A light laugh came out of Jungwon’s mouth when he saw you smiling for a strawberry a little chubby with the shape of a heart that maybe only you saw "If you say this strawberry looks like a heart you can have the honor to eat it with my favorite chocolate" you looked up because that strawberry looked like a heart and without wasting time you ate that strawberry and a slight moan came out of your mouth, you understood why Jungwon was so obsessed by that abination.

Before you uttered a single word, you felt Jungwon’s warm lips crash into yours, his lips as sweet as yours tasted and slowly the intensity of the kiss increased too, and light moans came out from both your lips and hers. Jungwon’s warm hand leaned against your cheek and gently moved some hair strands that fell back into your face around your ear, that touch and his lips made you come thousands of creeps all over your body, and a slight smile formed in the lips of the boy with cat eyes when he detached from your lips to catch the breeze. You leaned your forehead on his and gently plowed his dimples as he smiled at you with a smile you’d never seen even the fans who loved him so much.

"I think i did well to buy those strawberries because if i hadn’t done it i wouldn’t have had the excuse to taste your lips,i think i found another thing that i love to taste and can put among my favorite things."

[cecilebutcher]

!!URGENT HELP FOR G@Z@!!

Hello everyone. I know I haven’t been posting any twst content for a while, and I am planning on doing so soon, but this takes urgency!

After some research and seeing how much my last 🍉 post did I decided that I’m gonna post this one with links to directly help families/people in G@za who need help (and I’m censoring the place because tumblr has taken down posts of other people who have spoken about the gen0cide before)

Please try to donate and if not then reblog like comment and share this to other platforms, post this to your personal account on other socials, send it to your friends and family, or even just @ people.

But before that I just wanted to tell everyone that I do have news from my first post, it’s under the cut alongside the links :-

I sadly just saw this for some reason, but still wanted to share it with you guys!!

Now for the links:-

This one if for Ahmed Al-Nasser who has two young boys and a pregnant wife who is in dire need of a c-section

This one is for Nurse Maha, she has a husband and a small boy, Nour, who’s only 2 years old that hasn’t had any vaccines or any medical help

This one is for Haneens family, thankfully she lives in Belgium and doesn’t have to suffer or watch the war currently going on, but her family of 11 do. Both her parents have chronic illnesses, and some of them are young kids.

This one is for Ahmed, who’s a father (he doesn’t specify of how much but he has a picture of his two TODDLER daughters) he has been displaced with his family and his diabetic father, they are halfway to their goal only needing 75,772kr.

I sadly don’t know anything about this next link other than they have a child who has special needs, so please do share or even better donate!

This one is for Haitham, a 31 year old male, he needs emergency surgery, but at the state G@aza is in he can’t get it

This one is for Ahmen, a doctor in g@za. He is so so so far from his goal (his goal is 15,000€ and he only has 2,778€) this isn’t even for him, bless his soul, it’s for his elderly father who is unable to walk and is need for emergency surgery.

This last one is for Nour, a 31 year old mom and a wife to Amir who is 35. They have 4 gorgeous children (Kareem (7 years old), Imad (6 years old), Tia (2 years old), and Abdel Rahman (five months old)) it after reading their story I am in actual tears and my heart hurts for them. Poor Abdel Rahman was only 10 day, Ten days, old when all this has happened. This kids have their whole lives ahead of them and they might not see it because of what’s happening to them.

Tagging some people I know will reblog this: @jade-s-nymph @siphoklansan @ceruleancattail @catboiie16 @cloudcountry

[cieloclercs]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a social media fic with nando where his gf/fiancé/wife comes to the paddock for the first time after they had their second child? And like the photographers are all oveeeer reader cuz of the cuteness and the other drivers are just soo happy nando found his person and started a family and just overload cuteness from the media and the fans and stuff like that 😊(ps: can you make the reader 10-12 years younger than alonso? I’m a sucker for a good age gap!) btw, looooove your writing and smau’s!! Have a good day 🫶🏻

-🦕

home is where the heart is — fernando alonso

genre. social media au pairing. fernando alonso x reader warnings. swearing

author’s note. hello anon! i wasn’t entirely sure if you meant first time after having their second child or first time ever, but i’ve gone with the latter so i hope you like it! also there isn’t a direct reference to the age gap in here sorry :( you can still imagine it that way though because that was my thought process when i was making this <3

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f1wags Fernando Alonso and his longtime girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N spotted in the paddock for the first time! Y/N has just given birth to their second child, María! What an adorable family 😍

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username look at how he’s got carmen on his shoulders AHHH 🦋🦋🦋

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fernandoalo_oficial Home race week with mis ángeles ❤️ So glad to have my three greatest loves with me for this special race. Y/N, Carmen y María, os quiero a todos más de lo que puedo decir 💗 / I love you all more than I can ever say. See you in Canada!

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username i was NOT prepared to cry today

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lancestroll it was so lovely to see y/n and the girls! hope you bring them to the paddock again soon 🤍

yourusername i think carmen would throw a fit of we didn’t 😅 how does canada sound?

lancestroll see you there! 😁

fernandoalo_oficial Do I get a say in this?

yourusername the girls will miss you if you go without us 🥲

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carlossainz55 the most beautiful couple 🤍 me alegro mucho por vosotros / so happy for you guys

yourusername gracias carlos ☺️ come visit soon, carmen and maría miss their favourite uncle!

carlossainz55 on my way as we speak

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Romancing Pandora 6

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Shoutout to the anon that said they read First Heat and wanted a version for Lo’ak. It was interesting writing this with a new dynamic so I hope you enjoy! All characters are aged up!

Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Heat Cycle, Creampie

Your day was off to a normal enough start. You wake up and go eat and get to your daily chores. The only thing that was off was this slowly growing pain in your stomach. Was it your stomach? Maybe a little lower? It was distracting to say the least. Nevertheless, you don’t let it stop you from going about your business. It was odd though, you could notice things that you’d never noticed before. Smell new scents in the air that had never been there before.

“Hey, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Lo’ak says walking up to you, but for some reason, he stops just short of where you stood. His face looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Hey Lo. Sorry, today’s been extra weird for some reason.” You say stepping closer to him, but when you do, he takes a step back.

Hurt and confusion flash across your face. Was he avoiding you?

“Lo? What’s wrong?”

Lo’ak says nothing, but he starts to look around suspiciously. You try to follow where he’s looking, but you can’t see anything out of the ordinary. Without another word, Lo’ak grabs you by the wrist and leads you into the forest, away from the rest of the people.

“Lo’ak, where are we going?”

Still, he says nothing. He’s being so weird. But what’s even weirder is this sweet smell coming from him. He’s never smelled like that before, has he? The walk into the forest must be going deeper than you thought because you’re starting to sweat. That can’t be right, though.

Soon enough, Lo’ak drops your wrist.

“You wanna explain what the hell that was about?” you demand.

“Um, hello? Are you blind? All those guys were eyeing you like a fresh piece of yerik that they were about to jump on. I had to get you out of there.” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

Were the guys looking at you? You couldn’t remember now. It’s not like they ever payed much attention to you before.

“And what are you doing just walking around during your heat? You should be at home before your pheromones alert every male in a 10-mile radius!”

“My heat? Is that what this is?” you ask somewhat meekly.

Lo’ak looks like his eyes might bulge out of his head. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Look, Lo, you know it’s only been me and my dad and he…doesn’t really talk about stuff with me. I don’t know about this kinda thing.” And suddenly the ache in your core hits you with a new intensity. It’s much stronger than before and you have to hunch over and take a few deep breaths to get through it. It wasn’t this bad before, but with this sickeningly sweet smell wafting up your nose, it’s as if it’s egging on the pain.

“How have you made it this far in life without knowing something so basic?”

“Alright then, if you’re such an expert, then tell me how to stop this pain because it’s really getting to be too much to handle.”

Lo’ak looks around as if he doesn’t want to say it which is trying on your already frayed nerves.

“Out with it!” you tell him.

“Well, you’re supposed to…ya know…mate to deal with it.” he half mumbles the end like he’s embarrassed.

You let out a sigh of frustration. Now, your body is punishing you for not choosing a mate yet? You figure that you’re royally screwed. That is, until an idea pops in your head.

Lo’ak is still pretending to look anywhere and everywhere else to avoid eye contact with you. The smell of him is starting to make your mouth water.

You take a step over to him and lightly hook your finger in the waistband of his tewng.

“Lo’ak…help me…”

You can see the internal struggle on his face as the realization sets in of what you’re asking of him.

“I-I don’t know. I m-mean I don’t think I…I shouldn’t—“ he stammers.

“Lo’ak! Please. Just shut up and help me”

Your voice is firm and it makes his ears lower themselves against his head. His expression still holds that hesitation, so you take the initiative to press up on your toes and kiss him first. He’s taken aback at first, but he soon relaxes into it and his hands come up to hold your face. Your tail wraps around his leg hoping to pull his body closer to yours.

Any and all hesitation melts away from Lo’ak when he pulls himself away from your lips and kisses down your neck while gripping at your breast.

It feels like knot after knot is slowly being worked out of your body with every touch and kiss.

He guides you both down to the ground and hovers over your body still trailing kisses down your neck to your chest and your stomach.

The hunger in your core grows with each passing moment, needing desperately to be satiated.

“Please…need you inside…” your voice is breathless and your mind feels fuzzy, but you’re present enough to know that you’ll lose your grip without being filled.

Lo’ak quickly undoes his tewng with one hand and uses the other to slide your own to the side giving him a perfect view of your impossibly wet pussy.

“Fuck…”

It’s just above a whisper but you can still hear him. He lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly. Your back arches off the ground further with every inch that stretches you.

A moan falls from your lips that perks Lo’ak’s ears up. He lifts your knees to your chest and immediately starts thrusting into you harshly. It feels like he’s reaching into your stomach with every push into you. Every punch to your cervix forces another moan from you.

“Ah! Haah! Lo’ak!”

His eyes are trained on your face that’s scrunched up in ecstasy. His mouth falls open and his thrusts get faster. Every stroke perfectly drags the tip of his cock against the spongy part of your walls. It has your thighs trembling in his hold and your toes curling.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum already”

Your eyes roll as your release washes over you. The burning feeling that was overwhelming you fizzles out and subsides for now. Lo’ak fucks you slowly through your orgasm letting you ride out your high on his dick.

When you finally come down, your body relaxes and Lo’ak releases your legs. Your eyes close as you start to try and catch your breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Lo’ak’s hands grab you by the hips and flip your body onto your stomach and hikes your hips up so he can slam back into you. You’re given no time to think or react. And with your body and mind being lost deep in the fog of your heat, all you can do is take it. Your body naturally wants to submit to him and let him have his way with you. You have no real ability or desire to fight that instinct in this moment.

“Fuu-u-u-ck Lo-ak!” Your words are broken with every thrust.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum”

It’s completely subconscious the way your tail coils around his torso keeping him close to you so he can’t pull out. But for Lo’ak, that one gesture is enough to tumble him over that edge and spill inside of you. He cums with a loud groan and mumbles of ‘take it all’.

There’s a new warmth spreading through your body and instead of being suffocating like earlier, it’s a welcome comfort. It brings relief and satisfaction with it.

You both fall to the ground exhausted taking heaving breaths. Before you can fully compose yourself, a dull ache starts to linger in your lower belly again. Confused, you curl up on your side facing Lo’ak.

“It’s starting to hurt again. I thought you said that would fix it.”

He lets out a long sigh, “Your heat lasts for a few days. One time is only going to hold you for a little while.”

“Oh, Great Mother.”

Lo’ak looks you up and down, letting his next statement settle on his tongue.

“It’s fine. I’ll help you so just use me.”

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