#a lil spice for friday

[shroudkeeper]

I am someone who could manipulate with just a breath, my words spin deception with ease all for the sake of profit, for a gain that would benefit me in the end. Most would find little draw to me, which was intended. Little did I crave beyond the feel of cold koban, its weight in my hand, nor would I find time to pursue such.

Yet here I am, surrounded by blooms of gold much like her soft gaze, falling under the spell of her chilled fingertips, the tentative caress made of shy uncertainty. It is a feeling that outweighs any treasure that I may possess, sparking within me a craving that I have known until now, all spurred on by her careful touch as she traces down the length of my neck.

I offer myself to her curiosity, one who is not quite mortal and not fully spirit, one who doesn't yet understand the inferno she ignites underneath my skin as she charts unmarked territory. One who has never been allowed to share such intimacy.

I hold my breath and close my eyes, drown my thoughts into something else but I fail to overcome the distraction she poses. I did this, I set myself up. Any drive I have to fight back diminishes, I can not push beyond the intoxicating perfume of her skin, the close proximity of her body, and the feel of fabric splitting around my chest - all at the mercy of those gentle, inexperienced hands.

[nohoney]

Omg K! That country club fic was SO GOOD! And the little hint of Tomura at the end?! 👌👌👌 I'm so freaking invested.

For sure hope you do more for this AU, but if you don't, it was still such a fun read ❤️

whaaaa thank you bb! on the down low i wanted to create two more parts of the country club au afterwards; one for tomura and one for keigo (￢‿￢ ) i loooved writing this version of the reader so much, she was fun hehe

[mensa-musa-gold]

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[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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[archangeldyke-all]

Teasing Vika while she’s doing paperwork (on purpose) she’s a lil annoyed at first because she can’t resist you but she finally gives in and fucks you over the desk

ok but this combined with this other ask i got!??!?

okay but what about edging ceo sev 😱😱😱😱😱

men and minors dni

after being married for a year (and working together for four) you and sevika have fucked at work pretty much everywhere.

the breakroom? you guys snuck away during the office winter party and she fingered you against the counter.

the cubicles? she found a blindspot in the camera system by the water cooler and you congratulated her for her discovery with a blowjob in that very spot.

her office? about once a week.

the bathroom? again, about once a week.

you guys are careful. and you usually don't do anything during office hours, waiting until all your employees clock out to get each other naked.

and over time... it's all kind of lost its thrill.

so... you guys come up with a plan. just a little something to spice up your sex lives again.

well... it was supposed to be just a little something. it ends up being a bit more than that.

on your way into work this morning, sevika's arm slung around your shoulders as you both sleepily stumble into the office an hour before the rest of the employees, you'd gently kissed her neck in the elevator (which you know doesn't have any cameras, because, again: you've fucked everywhere in the office) and then whispered in her hear.

"it's a friday, y'know."

sevika chuckles. "'m aware."

"we should do something fun. to relax."

"could get more edibles from seamus." she suggests, leaning into your gentle kisses above her collar. you chuckle, then reach down to cup her crotch. she shivers.

"I was thinkin' about something else."

"yeah?" sevika grunts. you nod, nipping her neck before pulling away to look in her eye.

"lemme edge you?" you ask. sevika smirks at you, waiting like she's considering the offer despite the fact that she was the one who brought this up a few weeks ago. you grin at your wife, then lean forward again, your lips ghosting against hers. "think about how good it'll feel to finally cum inside me tonight, knowing you got nowhere to be in the morning." you start to gently rub at her clothed cock, your lips twitching up at the side when you feel her twitch beneath you.

sevika shivers, gulping and leaning in to press her lips against yours. the elevator doors open on your floor, but neither of you notice, and they close again, waiting for you to push a button.

"sevika?" you ask. sevika smiles, then nods.

"yes, please." she asks sweetly. you grin and kiss her again, giving her cock one more squeeze through her pants before you step away from her and push the open door button.

you wander out of the elevator, and you don't have to look behind you to know sevika's following after you like a lost puppy.

the morning flies by. friday mornings are always busy: everyone trying to get their shit done before the weekend.

but once lunch comes around, you manage to get a few minutes alone with her.

"sevika." you say in your professional voice, not letting on to your plan. she looks up from her desk at you, her eyebrow raised.

"'sup baby?"

you smirk. she's never able to keep the petnames out of the office. it makes you flustered and giddy.

"i just went out to get us food, i think your car has a flat." you lie. sevika groans, getting out of her seat to follow you to the elevator.

you lead her to her car in the parking garage-- all alone in the very back of the parking lot. she has her own spot right by the entrance to the building, but she's always lending it out to people in the company. (stephanie when she was pregnant. larry when he broke his foot. right now, seamus, because he's started refusing to charge you for his edibles now that he knows his boss is the one eating them.)

she's scowling at her car when you get there, her eyes darting around it, you chuckle, then drag her toward the driver's seat.

"get in." you say.

"why? did the light come on or something? the tires look--" she cuts herself off with a whimper when you smack her ass.

"get in." you repeat.

sevika scrambles inside her car lightning fast, pushing the carseat all the way back and patting her lap eagerly for you to sit on top of her. you laugh as you crawl in, and she slams the door, dragging you on top of her while she presses kiss after kiss to your skin. you can't stop giggling.

"sevika!" you squeal. your ass hits the horn, and you both jump when the car honks. sevika bursts into laughter, and you grin at her.

"get your dick out." you demand as you start to shuffle off her lap, awkardly cramming yourself between her legs and the steering wheel. sevika groans, tearing at her pants so hard her button comes loose. you gasp, turned on by your wife's urgency.

(you keep a sewing kit in your desk for this express purpose)

"gimmie the button." you snort when the button goes flying. sevika scrambles for it, putting it in your hand so you can keep it safe in your back pocket before you guys get back inside.

you don't waste time once you're between her legs. spitting on your hand, you start to jack her off while you kiss and suck on her tip.

"fuck." sevika curses. you suck the head of her dick, then pull off with a pop, before spitting on her again, giggling when her cock twitches.

"put your hands under your ass." you demand. sevika groans.

"but i wanna tou--"

you glare up at her, ceasing your hand's movement. sevika whimpers, then shifts to shove her hands under her ass. you kiss her thigh.

"good girl." you say simply before taking her cock all the way down your throat.

sevika whimpers, her thighs shaking as you gently hold her steadily hardening cock in your mouth.

feeling her grow in your mouth, your throat slowly but surely filling, your airways getting more and more constricted-- it suddenly hits you that this is going to be just as much torture for you today as it is for her. your cunt is throbbing.

a rush of endorphins fills your veins as the urge ruin sevika overtakes you. you groan around her cock, pull off for a breath, then start bobbing up and down on her dick, horrible squelching noises filling the car.

in the distance, a car horn beeps. sevika squeaks, and you laugh around her cock.

she starts whipping her head around, looking in all the mirrors to make sure nobody's nearby, and you use her distraction to reach up and start gently tugging and palming her balls.

sevika's cock pulses suspiciously hard. you pull off her with a gag, then grin up at her.

"you're close already?" you ask, giggling. sevika whimpers, her hips humping the air as she tries to get your lips on her again. you dodge all her attempts.

"n-no." she lies. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"really? so if i put my tits around you 'n let you fuck 'em right now you wouldn't--"

you're cut off by a sweet, pathetic whine escaping sevika's lips. you laugh, then dart forward to kiss the weeping tip of her cock. she shudders.

"we got ten minutes before the next meeting baby." you say, kissing her thigh and gently starting to tug her pants up her body.

"wait, no, i want more--"

"you'll get more, love." you promise, tucking her dick into her waistband and zipping up her pants. "but right now we gotta sew your button back on and get you to your next meeting."

sevika groans, but with a few sweet (and one or two dirty) kisses, you manage to get her out of the car.

the meeting's only supposed to last an hour. and then, sevika's not nothing scheduled for the rest of the day, so she's free to go home early. which means you're free to go home early. which means you're meaner to her than you usually would be during your afternoon meeting, knowing that you'll both be home and relieved in two hours.

you sit right beside her, instead of your usual spot in the back of the room. and when the lights and blinds go down and the projector comes out, your hand may or may not find its way onto her upper thigh under the table.

you're gentle, just a finger running up and down the length of her cock tucked away in her pants.

sevika's gnawing on her pen, her hands ripping the packet of papers in front of her into little strips.

you have to keep reminding yourself to pay attention, to rip your eyes away from your wife's face, from the sweet little furrow in her brow and her full lips between her teeth.

things go south when the meeting ends, and seamus lingers behind in the board room with an awkward expression on his face.

you think he's going to call you and sevika out for fondling each other during work hours. he doesn't though, he does something worse.

he tells you that the new international investors you're trying to woo had to reschedule their meeting to tonight. at ten pm.

which means you and sev will be stuck at work. all. day.

you manage to get a second alone with her two hours later in the bathroom. you watch her walk in, then sprint to follow behind her. luckily, there's no one else in the stalls when you push in after your wife, so you quickly turn the main lock on the door and corner her by the sinks.

"you okay?" you ask as you tuck your chin over her shoulder and sling your hands around her waist. she looks back at you in the mirror, a pout on her lips.

"i'm gonna die." she groans. you snort, your hands slowly trailing down to sneak under her un-tucked blouse. you scratch at her abs and she shivers.

"you know the safeword, baby. we can call it quits and try a different day." you remind her, kissing her neck. sevika shivers again, squirming in your grasp, but she doesn't say anything. you grin. "sevikaaa..." you sing. she huffs, then turns around in your arms.

"are you paying attention to anything anyone's saying today?" she asks. you giggle.

"no. are you?"

"no. fuck." she mutters. you laugh.

"we'll figure it out." you promise her, kissing her cheek as your hands reach down to fondle her ass. sevika groans.

around five, when the rest of your co-workers clock out for their weekend, you take sevika for a walk to get dinner.

you guys eat at a little diner, tucked away in a booth.

you have to keep reminding sevika to eat because under the table you've got your foot against her crotch. she's got her hands in fists on either side of her plate, her eyes fixed on your neck, like she's trying to keep herself from jumping across the table and sinking her teeth in your throat.

you kind of hope she does.

despite the fact that she eye fucks you from her desk for the rest of the evening, neither of you act on it. the cleaning crew have keys to all rooms in the building, and they don't pack up until nine.

her meeting's at ten. so once you're alone, you shouldn't get her too worked up.

... but you can't fucking help yourself.

so at nine thirty, while sevika's slowly flicking through notes and files about the investors, you slink up to her desk quietly, hoping not to distract her.

but once you crawl under her desk and between her legs, it's kinda pointless to worry about distracting her.

her thighs are trembling in her trousers on either side of you. her eyes are wide and locked on you, her hands are clenching at the arms of her chair. you smile up at her.

"keep working." you insist, pulling her closer to you. sevika chokes.

you wait, and eventually her eyes flick away from yours to study her notes again. you grin, then duck forward, nuzzling your face against her clothed crotch.

you take an obnoxiously loud inhale, groaning genuinely when the scent of her fills your nose. sevika's dick twitches under your cheek, and you nuzzle against it even further.

"b-baby."

"mmhmm?" you hum, continuing to rub your face against her cock.

"fuck, what're you doing?"

"mmm... just lovin' you." you promise. you lick gently against her trapped cock and sevika jolts in her seat. you grin.

"quit it!" she grunts. you giggle, closing your mouth and resting your head against her thigh. sevika sighs, looking down at you with desperation in her eyes, and you pout up at her.

"you okay?" you ask again. sevika whimpers, and you push out from under her desk to stand.

"i'm fine." sevika promises when you take her face in your hands. "i just-- really want you." she groans. you smirk.

"probably not as bad as i want you."

"no fuckin' way." sevika snorts, shaking her head.

"guess we'll just have to wait 'n see." you say, shrugging. sevika huffs.

her meeting goes well. for the first hour.

but after a while, you get restless watching your wife talk to her laptop screen. an evil plan forms in your head, one that you try to ignore, but you can't.

especially not when sevika starts palming herself under her desk as she talks.

you start subtle. walking around her office and closing all the blinds, turning off the lamps on the other side of her office. you make it look like you're just getting ready to leave.

sevika doesn't look up from her laptop at you until you park yourself in the middle of her office, a smirk on her lips as you stand within perfect view of her desk.

she raises an eyebrow at you before her eyes dart back down to her screen. you just giggle and reach up to slowly start unbuttoning your shirt.

"i think it's essential that we treat our investors as teammembers rather than b-b..." sevika trials off, her eyes stuck on you as you fling your shirt behind your shoulder. you wink at her, then unclasp your bra, letting it slide down your arms.

"ma'am?" a voice asks from her laptop. sevika gulps, then looks down at her laptop.

"sorry, i think my connection froze for a second there." she grunts. you choke on a giggle, then start unzipping your pants.

sevika starts to talk again, her eyes darting between you and her screen as you slowly get naked.

they're wrapping up their meeting, you can tell. and while the international investors may just be starting their day, sevika's had a long one, so you don't feel too guilty as you pull out your final move to speed this meeting along.

you slowly approach sevika's desk, swinging your hips a little extra as you do. sevika's eyes are glued on you.

you sit down in the chair across her desk, crossing your legs and smirking at her. sevika's eyes dart back to the screen.

you grin at her distraction then lift both of your legs and plant them on the edge of her desk, spreading them and giving her a clear view of your sopping wet cunt.

you reach down to start toying with your clit, and at the sound of your gentle sigh, sevika looks up from her laptop again.

she chokes when she does.

"oh fuck!" she growls.

"sorry?" a voice on the computer asks. sevika glares at you then snaps her attention back down to her laptop, stuttering out an apology.

you grab your tit with your free hand, then sink two fingers into your cunt, biting your lip to keep from moaning, then moaning anyways when the loud squishing sound of your wet cunt start to fill sevika's office.

sevika gasps, stutters out a polite but rushed goodbye, then slams her laptop closed.

she's on you in a second, ripping you out of your chair and throwing you down against her desk. you giggle, parting your legs and tilting your hips to give her a better view of your wet cunt. sevika smacks your ass hard, and you squeak.

"you're in so much shit." sevika growls. you giggle, wiggling your ass at her again, and sevika chuckles darkly. "i love you so fuckin' much." she grunts. you gasp when the head of her cock starts sliding between your folds. sevika smacks your ass again.

"you gonna fuck me? gimmie all that cum you've been holdin' in for me all day?" you tease.

sevika doesn't answer verbally. she just sinks all eight inches of her inside of you with no warning. you squeal.

she starts fucking you with loud wet smacking sounds, and when your arms give out and you collapse against her desk, she grabs you by the neck to hoist you up.

"been thinkin' about this pussy all day." she growls. you grin. "you drive me fuckin' nuts, baby."

"you're so fuckin' good for me sev." you sputter out. she growls, her hips pistoning even faster in and out you. she loses her grip on your neck and you flop forward. she follows you, pinning you to her desk with her torso.

it's uncoordinated and primal, sevika grinding into you with a grunt each time, drooling against your neck as she bites it.

"you're leakin' around my cock like a fuckin' slut." she growls. you giggle.

"you're the one that's had a hard-on for me all day." you remind her. she smacks you ass and you gasp, clenching around her dick.

for a game you were meant to control, sevika's a bit too coherent for your taste. you can fix that.

"god, but you did so good for me, didn't you baby?" you ask, making your voice sweet and soft for her. sevika's breath hitches, and you can feel the way her dick jumps inside of you. "answer my question." you growl, reaching up behind you to tug her hair. sevika whimpers.

"yes, fuck." she whines. you grin.

"i was only gonna tease you 'til two, y'know. was gonna take you home after our meeting and ride you into our bed. but you're such a good fuckin' girl for me, aren't you?" you coo. sevika mewls in your ear.

"i-i--"

"you close?" you ask, able to read her mind. she grunts against you and you giggle. "not too close, i hope." you tease. sevika whimpers, freezing against you.

"wha? w-why not?" she asks, desperate and pathetic. you giggle at the fear in her voice, turning your head to press a kiss to her cheek.

"mm, 'cause i got myself real worked up in the car this morning thinkin' about you fuckin' my tits." you say, clenching around her cock. sevika gasps. "but i wanna cum on your dick before i let you cum all over my face. think you can do that for me baby?" you ask.

sevika shudders on top of you, her fingernails clawing into your hips as she tries to collect herself.

"'m close, baby, won't take much." you promise her, wiggling your ass against her hips. she doesn't respond. she just starts fucking you, her hand shoving it's way between your legs to rub your clit as she pounds your cunt.

"fuck, fuck, i love you, i love you." sevika cries. you gasp.

"s-s-sevika, jus' like that baby, good girl, good girl, fuck!" you cry as you cum.

sevika pulls out of you the second you start clenching around her, but she makes up for it by shoving her fingers inside your cunt and working you through your orgasm with them. she's gasping and shivering against you, and you grin when you realize why she pulled out so suddenly.

"d'ya almost cum in my pussy, baby?" you slur, drunk on pleasure. sevika nods against the nape of your neck.

"felt too good." she whimpers. you grin, then reach back and pat her thigh.

"help me to my knees." you whisper.

sevika shoves more than she helps, but you don't blame her. she's been waiting sixteen hours now.

there's a wet stain on her pants-- your arousal having wet her thighs and crotch fabric. you guide sevika to sit in the chair you had just sat in, and she collapses, her eyes trapped on your tits as you shove yourself between her thighs.

you use your hands to push your tits together, and sevika shoves her cock between them. both of you moan at the feeling, and you start to fuck your tits on her cock, spitting on the head each time it pokes out between your cleavage.

she's going to cum. it's only been a minute but she's already letting out those beautiful breathy whimpers, and her thighs are vibrating.

you grin up at her, lick you lips, then speak. "you can cum for me baby. you've been so fuckin' good for me, lettin' me edge you all day-- show me how much you've been savin' for me. show me how crazy i drive you, honey. gimmie your--"

you choke on her cum before she can finish, giggling as she paints your face and chest.

"shit!" sevika gasps. you blink up at her, smiling, and she collapses against her chair. "shit." she says again, a deep belly laugh bubbling up and out of her.

you grin up at her in adoration, and she smiles down at you, gently knocking her knuckles against your cheek in a faux punch. you kiss her fingers as they graze your lips.

"you okay?" you ask. sevika snorts.

"better than ever." she says, nodding. you laugh.

"yeah?"

"fuck yeah, baby." she reaches up, scooping some of her cum off of your cheek then shoving her finger in your mouth. you hum around it. "next time i'm edging you, though." she says. you chuckle.

"oh really?" you ask. sevika grins then hinges forward at her waist to bend down and kiss you. you hum against her, and then she pulls away to lick her cum off your face you groan. "sev, gross!"

she chuckles against you, not letting you go as she licks you up and bites your cheeks. eventually, she's licked your cringing face clean, and she presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

"i love you so fuckin' much." she whispers. you grin.

"i love you too, baby."

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[writtenicarus]

What the marauders era would order from the chippy as a classified Brit

Remus = large cod and chips. And eats every bloody bite. His parents would get it for him every Friday from ages infant to all the way when he goes round for dinner in his adulthood

James = sausage in batter. Loves it so much and eats the batter first then the sausage

Peter = cod bites. Like the smaller pieces of cod and a large chips but never finishes it

Sirius = savaloy and chips because he grew up not having it and wanted to be different when they all get it. He also likes the snap when you bite into it.

Regulus = chicken and mushroom pie and chips. He eats it with a knife and fork.

Marlene = chicken and chips. Most likely strips but no spice cause she can't take it

Lily = fish cake and chips. Remus refuses to eat next to her because he thinks if you're gonna eat fish eat it properly

Mary = the same as Marlene but gets spicy chicken strips and spicy spuds instead of chips and washes it all down with a Rubicon mango

Dorcas = cod and chips like Remus and challenges him to who can eat it all first

Evan = chips. Just a fuck ton of chips

Barty = nuggets and chips cause he's a lil baby

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

Another lil Eddie drabble for your Friday <3

Eddie Munson x Reader (gn! Reader)

Description: just a soft, rainy evening with your boyfriend

Contents: 18+, domestic fluff, descriptions of weed and being high, established relationship

402 words

The scent of smoke still lingers in the air of your bedroom, curling together with the dusty sweetness of a spring rain from the open window. Freshly laundered sheets brush seductively up your legs as you settle deeper against the pillows, book propped open in one hand although at this moment your eyes were trained somewhere past the doorway where the soft sounds of your boyfriend, Eddie, putting the trailer to bed for the night (his "closing duties", as he'd taken to calling them) filtered back to you. It feels like a dream, especially through the soft haze of Eddie's personal stash, but you know that it's real, that this is your life, and that's enough to fill your chest with a sweet sort of ache.

Sliding your bookmark into place, you set the book down on the end table just as a shadow slants across the hallway, the light shutting off a heartbeat later. The yellow of the bulb gives way to the gentle gray of the cloudy evening and your boyfriend appears in the doorway, beautiful in the softly blurring twilight.

He goes straight to you, pulling you against him almost before he's between the sheets, enveloping you in the faint spice of his soap that still clings to his skin. His hair is just barely damp as he presses a light kiss to the apple of your cheek. With a sleepy hum, you relax against his chest, tucking your face against his neck with a kiss of your own left over the flutter of his pulse.

The two of you lay there for a while, just enjoying the others embrace in the quiet peace of pattering rain and the occasional crunch of tires on the torn up asphalt.

"Eds?" He hums from where his nose is tucked against your forehead at your whisper, wordlessly encouraging you to speak. "I'm happy I'm here with you." You feel his grin against your hairline, one of your own quickly following as he dots gentle kisses wherever he can reach, over your forehead and cheek, one or two straying down to your neck. Letting your head tilt back, his lips finally finding your own for a few long heartbeats. Coming apart with a soft smack that would've been kinda gross if you were in public, he brushes the tip of his nose against yours with a tender smile.

"I'm happy I'm here with you, sweetheart.'

[avokaidoll]

So you're new to this ?

Hey there, doll. Welcome to the wildest ride of high school. If I could go back in time, here's the advice I'd give lil me – the ultimate guide to crushing sophomore year and making it look effortless ! (I think)

Oh this can apply if you're just a new student, or after a break starting a new term or wtv idk !

1. Uniform vs. Home Clothes Chic:

- Whether you're rocking a uniform or strutting in your own home fits, confidence is the key.

>For uniforms, play with accessories ! – a killer watch, cool socks, or a personalized pin for your clothes or hair. Be sure to iron your uniform, I promise it'll elevate your look !

>Home clothes? Find a signature style – be it graphic tees, funky jeans, classic leather jacket, pink pilates princess vibes or athleisure vibes. You do you, and let your uniqueness shine.

- For the schools that do both try to plan carefully when you get the chance to wear home clothes and give your alllllllll; my school had us wear school uniform from Monday to Wednesday, then on Thursdays we get to wear home fits then Friday school tracksuits and on wknds boarders were permitted to wear home fits (the school was so mfing stingy just for those 3 days smh 🙄) and best believe we took advantage of our creativity 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾.

2. Study Smart, Not Hard:

- Let's talk about one study method !!!

Ever tried the Feynman Technique? Teach what you're learning in simple terms, as if explaining it to someone else who's having difficulty understanding or to a younger much annoyingly curious version of yourself :D. Like think to yourself 'how would I explain this to a 10 year old ?'.

This exposes gaps in your understanding and helps you grasp concepts more deeply. It's like being the professor of your own academic empire. Ouh fancy right, I know.

If you're not sure on how to go about it you can ask Chatgpt to explain as if you're 10, here Chatgpt demonstrates by talking about Quantum entanglement;

God I just love that 😌 Aye now don't go to Chatgpt everytime you need something Feynman-ied, it's important to try to practice this and train yourself, don't be so reliant ok :) ?

3. Extracurricular Juggling Act:

- Extracurriculars are the spice of high school life.

The key is balance. Pick activities aligned with your passions. If you're into sports, make sure it complements your academic schedule. Remember, you're crafting a well-rounded high school story, not a chaotic drama.

This adds to your credits, imagine how easy if would be for you to get you uni with all these great stuff on your record. A plus if you get ok to good grades as it shows that not only did you do well but you were active in other stuff. Good impressions go bbbrrr 📈📈📈

I wish I had a friend that pushed me to go for extracurriculars, my record looks so stale except for the usual, nothing fancy to add. Take this as a sign to sign up for the stuff right up your alley !

4. Note-Taking Magic:

- Your notes are your secret weapon.

Try the Cornell Method – divide your page into two sections, one for main notes and the other for summarizing. After class, jot down questions based on your notes; it's like creating your personalized study guide. Like so :

5. Decoding The Testing Maze:

- When it comes to studying for tests, don't just memorize; understand.

The SQ3R method is your ally – Survey, Question, Read, Recite, Review. It turns passive reading into an active engagement with the material. Ahhh good stuff !

Remember our talk of quantum entanglement, well, I'll try to demonstrate the SQ3R method if you're studying Q.E

Example Question:

Explain the concept of quantum entanglement and how it manifests between two particles. Provide an example scenario to illustrate your understanding.

SQ3R Breakdown:

Survey:

- Glance over the entire question. Identify key terms: "quantum entanglement," "manifestation," and "example scenario." This gives you a roadmap for what to look for in the material.

Question:

- Formulate specific questions based on the content:

- What is the fundamental concept of quantum entanglement?

- How does entanglement occur between two particles?

- Can you provide a real-world scenario to illustrate this?

Read:

- Dive into your physics materials. Focus on sections explaining quantum entanglement, the mechanics of entanglement between particles, and any examples or scenarios provided.

Recite:

- Close your book and explain what you've learned:

- Quantum entanglement is a phenomenon where particles become interconnected, with changes in one particle affecting the other.

- Entanglement occurs through a process called quantum superposition, where particles exist in multiple states simultaneously.

- Example scenario: Imagine two entangled electrons. If one electron's spin is measured and found to be "up," the other electron's spin will instantly be determined as "up," regardless of distance.

---Quantum entanglement is a phenomenon where two or more particles become interconnected, regardless of the distance between them. This entanglement influences their properties, meaning the state of one particle instantly affects the state of the other. For example, if we have two entangled electrons, measuring the spin of one electron will instantaneously determine the spin of the other, even if they are light-years apart. This interconnectedness challenges our classical understanding of particle behavior, introducing a fascinating aspect of quantum physics.

Review:

- Go back over your notes, ensuring you've covered the fundamental concept, mechanics, and the example scenario. Check your understanding of terms like quantum superposition and the implications of measurements on entangled particles.

Applying SQ3R helps break down complex questions, ensuring a solid grasp of wtv question/topic you plan to study.

6. Time Management Mastery:

- Mastering time is mastering high school.

Ever heard of the Eisenhower Matrix? It categorizes tasks into urgent and important, helping you prioritize efficiently.

1. Urgent and Important (Do First):

- Example: Your final exams are in two days, and you haven't started studying. This is urgent and important, requiring immediate attention to ensure academic success. Drop everything else and hit the books.

2. Important, Not Urgent (Schedule):

- Example: You've been thinking about starting a blog to share your art and connect with other creative minds. While it's important for personal growth, it's not urgent. Schedule specific times during the week to work on your blog and gradually turn this passion project into a reality.

3. Urgent, Not Important (Delegate):

- Example: Your friend needs help choosing an outfit for an event tonight, and you're in the middle of studying for a crucial test. It's urgent for your friend, but not as important for your academic success. Politely delegate the task to another friend who has a bit more time.

4. Not Urgent and Not Important (Eliminate)

- Example: Spending hours scrolling through social media, binge-watching TV shows, or playing video games without any specific purpose. While these activities might be entertaining, they don't contribute significantly to your personal or academic growth. Consider eliminating or reducing the time spent on these non-productive tasks.

Using the Eisenhower Matrix in daily decision-making helps maintain focus on priorities and ensures that time is allocated effectively, especially for a student juggling school, social life, and personal interests!

7. The Success Mindset:

- Approach challenges with a growth mindset. View setbacks as stepping stones to success. Celebrate your wins, no matter how small, and cultivate resilience. Remember, every stumble is a chance to dance better in the next act of your school journey.

Now, let's dip into the classic realms of friendship and crushes, because at this point you should already know the gist of things. Building genuine connections is like painting your own social masterpiece. Be yourself, laugh often, and approach crushes (and potential friends) with authenticity don't try to change who you are !!!

Confidence, respect, and kindness go a long way. You're not just a sophomore; you're a role model in the making if you try hard enough. Strut through those halls with purpose and make every moment count!

And for those silly cliques, be sure to get in the right ones. The ones that morph you to the bad and influence you to hate yourself or others, ignore them, they're so not worth your time and they're soooo yesterday, and we are living for now and the future .

Keep shining doll !

xoxo signing off,

Angela ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱��˖⁠♡

ps: oh em gee, thanks alot for 360+ likes on my first post, that was really quick it caught me off guard lol, thanks alotttttttt mwahhhh xx

[chillyfrys]

Snow day rendezvous

A Johnny cade X Male!Reader

Made this in honour of the first snow fall here in Canada!! Hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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Though it doesn’t snow much in Oklahoma mostly just flurries, but there’s usually at least one big fall of snow. Which all the high schoolers look forward to, because that means snow days.

Y/n sighed as he looked at the morning news on the television, waiting to see if school was going to be closed. His eyes lit up as he read the news stating that school was closed, he jumped up going to get dressed knowing that Johnny will be at his house soon per usual.

He came back downstairs just as Johnny walked through the door, his black hair had white coating the top of it along with his jacket. Y/n chucked, going up to Johnny and wrapped their arms around the boy

“Jesus Johnny! Ur freezing-” y/n said with a laugh, dusting the snow from Johnnys hair. And cupping his cold cheeks.

“Almost like I walked here in the snow..” Johnny chuckled sarcastically, leaning into y/n’s warm hands with a sigh.

“Well aren’t you sassy this morning-” They stood there for a bit, Johnny eventually kicked off his shoes and fallowed y/n into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter as y/n put on a pot of hot water. He groans, going up behind him and wraps his arms around y/n, resting his head on their shoulder. “You wanna cup too johnnycake?”

“Mm.. sure” Johnny mumbled with a yawn, it was still only 7 in the morning and Johnny is far from a morning person unlike his boyfriend.

They get their hot chocolate and go to curl up on the couch together, a random movie playing in the background. Johnny was tiredly pressed up into y/n’s side, the cold still lingered on his skin.

-switch to 1st person-

I smiled down at Johnny, pulling him closer trying to warm the poor boy up. Johnny isn’t the biggest fan of the cold, though it means he stays at my place more and less time out at the lot.. since his parents can barely keep the lights on let alone heat, I let him stay with me and my parents adore Johnny so they are more than happy with him staying.

“You still cold babe?.. snuggle up” Johnny nodded and tossed his Jean jacket off so he’d be more comfortable, as he pressed himself into my side. He’s so adorable and alluring when he’s all sleepy like this, he’s been on my mind all weekend since we haven’t seen one another since Friday I won’t lie that I’ve been longing for him.

I must’ve been staring cause i felt Johnny poke my face, a confused look written on his face. “Hm?” “You were staring..” he mumbled, his cheeks flushed but not from being cold this time.

I was gonna respond but a low whine just left my throat, so I just pressed my face into Johnny’s neck. “Babe..? Come on, Use your words” he mumbled into my hair, a grin on his face.

I looked up to say something but before I had the chance his lips were being pressed against mine, we both musta had the same idea. Even though Johnny seemed so innocent and shy.. behind closed doors that boy is a lil freaky- and my point is proven when I feel him place himself on my lap. I placed my hands on his waist, holding him tightly as we kissed or what the guys would say “sucking each other’s faces” we go at it for a bit until our lungs beg for air, both of us pulling apart and breathing heavily. I dash down to his neck, peppering kisses up and down his neck, leaving the occasional bite and sick. Gentle whimpers and heavy breaths coming from Johnny, he was gripping onto my shoulders. I let go of his neck, feeling like a leach almost-

“Well.. that’s enough of that… for now at least”

I mumble against his forehead before pressing a tender kiss to it, he just whined slightly before snuggling back against me.

Johnny hates snow but he can get used to this.

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A/n: Heyoo! hope y’all enjoyed my first Johnny fic! (I wrote this whole thing at school) This is pretty cozy. Maybe if ya’ll like it enough I’ll make a part two with some spice~

Hope you have a good day/night love you all! 🫶🏼

[foreverdolly]

as a “thank you” for getting me to 2.5k followers, i wanted to host a sleepover! for a full 24 hours i will be queuing blurbs and answering any questions that you all have. i will be writing as much as i can days in advance to the celebration, that way i am able to post as many of them as possible. (the goal is to write at least twelve, that way there will be one post every two hours! so make sure to send in a request) please read the rules before headin' on over to my inbox.

the limit is one request per person! I want everyone to get the opportunity to have a blurb posted.

the word count will vary per request, however do not expect anything to be under 500 words!

if you request something for the sleepover then please like and or repost this announcement! i want to make sure that even those that are not following me will get the opportunity to have a lil fun.

you have to pick a love interest, one (or up to two) dialogue prompts and then a romance trope!

the sleepover will be this saturday (03/11), so you all have until friday (03/10) to send in your requests!

i will be writing the blurbs as they are being requested, so the sooner you can send one in, the better it is for me. i love you all and i hope you have fun!

choose who you want the blurbs love interest to be:

✶austin

✶austin!tex

✶biker!austin

✶boss!austin

✶dad!austin

✶cowboy!austin

✶elvis (let me know if there’s a preferred era)

✶dad!elvis

✶mafia boss!elvis

✶daddy!dom elvis

✶90s!rockstar elvis

✶eddie munson

✶rockstar!eddie

✶fan!eddie

✶joseph quinn

choose some quotes (limit of two per blurb):

or one of these if you’d prefer “spice” (limit of two per blurb):

and a romance trope:

✶enemies to lovers

✶fake relationship

✶grumpy x sunshine (tell me who is grumpy and who is sunshine)

✶forced proximity

✶friends to lovers

✶forbidden love

✶secret identity

✶one bed

✶second chance

✶arranged marriage

✶innocent cohabitation (roommates)

✶belated love epiphany

✶mythical creatures (vampires, werewolves, fae, etc)

✶dark romance (kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, etc)

✶strangers to lovers

✶soulmates

✶best friend’s sibling

✶runaway bride/groom

[chvoswxtch]

I just wanted to say thank y’all for being so patient and lovely while I took a much needed mental vacation. I think I may have overexerted myself with that celebration (I did it to myself) and there was a lot going on personally that I need a break to deal with. also that retrograde was fucking insane and I think i’m entitled to financial compensation for emotional damages.

that being said…

ya girl found her mojo again and is back on her bullshit so here’s the drop schedule for this week >:)

monday: some matty comfort that was requested by my lovely @yarrystyleeza

wednesday: the next part of the bodyguard!frankie series (this is a shorter, more fun filler chapter bc it’s been a lil heavy lately)

friday: some absolutely feral matty spice

[joslincox]

Osmosis Jones: Out of the Body Experience Soundtrack

Genres: Hip Hop • R&B • Pop Rap • trap

JT Money - Bad Bitty

GloRilla - Wanna Be (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Rita Ora - Big (With David Guetta, Imanbek, and Gunna)

6arelyhuman - Party Like The 80s (With asteria and kets4eki)

Madison Beer - Baby

Megan Thee Stallion - BOA

Sassy Secne - Faster n Harder (With 6arelyhuman and Tara Yummy)

Odetari - Break A Neck (With Ayesha Erotica and ODECORE)

Lay Banks - Tell Ur Girlfriend

MISS LUXURY - Tipsy

Flo Milli - Never Lose You (With SZA and Cardi B)

Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday Girls

Megan Thee Stallion - Red Wine

Lady Gaga - Poker Face

Nicki Minaj - Super Bass

Drake - Rich Baby Daddy (With Sexyy Red and SZA)

Ariana Grande - yes, and?

Renee Rapp - Not My Fault (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Jtbazz - Love on me

Ariana Grande - Step On Up

Dua Lipa - Dance The Night

Nicki Minaj - Good Form

Megan Thee Stallion - Kitty Kat

Justin Bieber - Maria

FIFTY FIFTY - Barbie Dreams (With Kaliii)

Ava Max - Choose Your Fighter

PinkPantheress - Angel

Khalid - Sliver Platter

The Kid LAROI - Forever & Again

Charli xcx - Speed Drive

Nicki Minaj - Barbie World (With Ice Spice & Aqua)

Ice Spice - Deli

Pop Smoke - Meet the Woo

Billie Eilish - What Was I Made For?

Kanii - Heart Racing (With Riovaz and Nimstarr)

Odetari - LOOK DON'T TOUCH (With cade clair)

Ice Spice - Princess Diana (With Nicki Minaj)

Kim Pertas - Alone (With Nicki Minaj)

Beyoncé - AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (With Kendrick Lamar)

SZA - Awkward

Nicki Minaj - Itty Bitty Piggy

Heidi Montag - I'll Do It

Ariana Grande - break up with your girlfriend

Brandy - The Boy Is Mine (With Monica)

Chris Brown - Under The Influence

Nicki Minaj - Bussin' (With Lil Baby)

SAINt JHN - Just For Me (With SZA)

Cardi B - Bongos (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Doja Cat - You Right (With The Weeknd)

Doja Cat - Tia Tamera (With Rico Nasty)

Nicki Minaj - FTCU

Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

Shy Smith - Soaked

GloRilla - Yeah Glo

Megan Thee Stallion - Thot Shit

Dua Lipa - Break Your Heart

Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL

Ice Spice - Pretty Girl (With Rema)

Tyla - Water

Nicki Minaj - Super Freaky Girl

BLACKPINK - Pink Vemon

FIFTY FIFTY - Cupid (Twin Version)

Big Boss Vette - Pretty Girls Walk

Rihanna - Love On The Brain

Aaliyah - Rock The Boat

Tinashe - Nasty

Ciara - Goodies

[wild-karrde]

Hello Friend Karrde!

I have returned with more offerings. I tried to get some art in here too this time.

@razzbberry has gifted us this lovely AU of the Dominos

@ladykagewaki and the Bebos are at it again! this time with some Bebo dominos and a Wrecker proof hugging suit!

@chiliger made me cry with this lil doodle of the shinies with lightning bugs

@amorfista and this cute lil comic of Omega

@aeli-tan-art came in strong with this lovely animation called Jailbreak.

@rain-on-kamino is tugging at my heartstrings again with this lovely little fic about Nax Still Life (still Tai to me but ya know). Oh the emotions and introspection and dang it the clones deserved far better. I frigging teared up.

@nahoney22 got me with this Mayday fic- Desperation ... Oh My... Comander... Sir! AND this lovely little Bad Batch short Perfect Plan... Cause oh my goodness the lovely descriptions and the smoochies and the Hmmmm! (I may have a problem)

@pickleprickle with the latest in the Tea Shop series The Daimyos Father. Oh my heart, my dear Boba....

@dystopicjumpsuit has my number down as a Delta Girlie with their two part story Turn it up when you're gone. I think we can all agree that Tem has such a... richness to his voice (Love to Dee as well!) and yeah this is a treat.

As always my friend thank you so much for pulling this together every week I don't know how you do it! Much love to all the amazing creators out there!

Another fantastic list with just LOADS of variety! This has everything from AUs that warm my soul to backstories that break my heart and SOME GOOOOOOOOOD spice for those that are looking for some of that on this fine Friday afternoon! Thanks so much for putting this list together and sending it in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[farmboyprince]

My introspective- week 1 of @2024-grimoire-challenge

Tuesday, 2.1. It's only been a few days, but I already feel like I've done something good for myself. Writing definitions on the first day felt like a great start, especially since I'm writing in my native language and spell/ritual don't translate perfectly- I've chosen the words that I think most fit and expanded on that. It will be helpful to have a kind of dictionary and I already have some ideas on what to add to it when I have time:)

I'm also a bit surprised that I recognise the english words for the plant and spice I chose to research, but I wouldn't have ever connected them with ours- I just thought it was something we don't have here xD I feel a little silly about it, but interested in finding more connections like that!

Wednesday, 3.1. I've found today's prompt pretty difficult on the account of the yearly celebrations outline. A couple were quite easy to list- the summer and winter solstices, the spring equinox, pust,.. but for some others it's hard to find credible sources for even approximate dates of celebrations (on account of my ancestors not having a written language and forced christianisation). As such, I wrote down the dates that appeared most often (and most well sourced!). I ended up with 10 celebrations- 6 that I know how they're celebrated and when they are, and 4 that I either saw mentioned a lot or that seemed nice, even if I can't find definite proof of them being historical (Domovoj my beloved, of course I'll have a day for you<3).

As for the tools I use, they're just there to make the whole spellcasting/ritual experience feel a little more mystical and add a bit of whimsy. I have a couple different candles and incense/wax melts, sometimes I add stones or shells I found on the beach. All of those get placed on a "vibes" basis before I do my work. I also sometimes burn herbs I've foraged or make tea with them. My most important tool is my wand; a sun-bleached conifer stick I found on a mountain once. It's just a stick with a wax coated tip (so I can use it to transfer a flame and light my candles without destroying it- very cool) that I absolutely love. It's my kind of protection- instead of casting circles, I just use my wand to start a working. I always had an affinity for trees and wood (lol), so I've never worried about saying the wrong thing or accidentally fucking the spell up as long as I had my lil piece of tree:)

Behold, the stick! It fits really nicely in my hand<3

Thursday, 4.1. Thinking about my altar- it's been trough many changes since first set it up. That was after I began doing more research into witchy stuff and it followed all the "rules"; I've had the four elements in their right places, candles, a knife, wand, cup,... In time and with practice, I've realised that's not how I work. Since setting it up my own way, it rarely changes. I have everything that I need on hand, along with my god/spirit representations and lucky things. I don't really consider it an altar as much as my personal important space where I do magic work, watch candle flames flicker and drink tea. I do want some more idols tho- I think I'll finally have to learn how to whittle.

Friday, 5.1. I don't really have any personal practices. In part, it's the reason I started this challenge- I'd like to do more research, write down my findings and make my personal practice with the help of that. The only thing I can think of is, that along with doing a yearly spread of tarot cards (I do it in january and pull one card for each month) I also pull MTG cards. It's started because divination can be fun and I really wanted to do some with my boy, who is super into magic the gathering. I usually do it with leftover cards from drafts and while I don't know about accuracy (forgot to write down what I pulled lol), it's definitively a fun bonding activity:)

all in all, I quite liked the prompts and filling up the indexes feels very rewarding! Looking forward to the next week:)

[the0nlyallison]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💛

Shakedown by kid rock

I Feel It Coming by The Weeknd

WAP by Cardi B and Megan thee Stallion

Princess Diana by Nicki Minaj and Ice Spice

Freaky Friday by Lil Dicky and Chris Brown

Hahahaha omg I literally posted the last one last night lolllll

[futilityinexisting]

November 6th 2023. Daily Plan.

Today is weigh-in day, but due to last night's binging fiasco, I will update on Friday instead:

Breakfast: Coffee with Almond Milk

This morning me and my friend are going shopping in town so we will be walking around for about 2 hours (thank god!). She's then leaving at midday. I'm then going to clean and get myself organised and then I need to go to the supermarket to buy some spices.

I then need to make some more chutney (I swear baking and making chutney is all I do now) for christmas presents.

If I am hungry and it is before 6pm, I shall eat dinner

Overnight oats and light hot chocolate

I will then go for a lil walk I think and have a 🍃 and come home and do some yoga and then go to bed 🤍