#flowers for jacksonville

[padawan-historian]

“I'm going to take a long, deep and endless sleep.”

~ august 27, 1963 marks the passing of w.e.b. duBois'

[beesorcery]

welcome to my new ongoing graphic design project post because the old post was getting a little bit long! i am recreating this t shirt design:

with the 8 ball songs instead of the city names! here is the most recent iteration, updated through 3/15 (orlando):

[alanflowerspersonalblog]

[ 2017 Jacksonville Beach, FL ]

[hotfuss]

Jacksonville by Brandon flowers one of the most songs ever

[floristusa]

Flower Delivery Orange Park Florida- Spencer's Jacksonville Florist

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[fleursparmia]

Wedding Flowers in Jacksonville | Fleurs Par Mia

At Fleurs Par Mia, we offer gorgeous wedding flower arrangements in Jacksonville that will add elegance and charm to your special day. From bouquets to centerpieces, our talented florists use fresh and high-quality blooms to create stunning designs that will leave a lasting impression.

[pokemonmistress]

Some birth flower tattoo flash I made! 💐 If you’re in Jacksonville Florida hit me up! If you’re far away and want me to design you a bouquet lemme know and I can do a tattoo ticket! 💗

[btbigelow]

I was inspired by vintage seed catalogs so I decided to whip up one of my own, featuring the Devil Fruit I drew for my giant poster. Vintage illustrated ads were in a league of their own and it's a very fun style to replicate. I'm gonna make a bunch of other Devil Fruit as well - I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, Op-Op Fruit, and Flower-Flower Fruit planned. Debuting this at Collective Con. If you're in Jacksonville, come say hi :>

You can buy this mini print on my Etsy.

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 13: the greenhouse

Table of contents

When we got there it was nothing extravagant. Just a cold ass greenhouse with muggy walls and soaked flowers. Mr. Molina led the group of us in two lines. Stefan and Edward walked behind Rosalie in silent pain while Alice happily looked at all the flowers with Jasper. He didn’t particularly want to be there and the only smile he had was when he was looking at Alice.

“So how long do you have to wear the brace?” Rosa asked.

“I'm still acting because after you phase you heal fast, so technically it's fine but people will want to know why it healed so fast” I explained.

Stefan turned around and started walking backwards as he talked to us. “People come out of car crashes all the time without even a scratch, I think your over estimating how many people will actually notice.”

The way he put it particularly bothered me. I tried not to show it given the fact he had no idea and it wasn't really far to him. “That's not always the case Stefan”

Before Stefan could respond Edward hit him in the back of the head and walked away without a word.

“What was that for?” I asked.

Rosalie shrugged. “He’s just in one of his moods”

I stayed silent after that, not everyone survives car crashes, my parents didn’t so why did I? Rosalie looked at me and tilted her head giving me a concerned look. I flashed her a smile and silently listened to Mr. Molina as he led us through the greenhouse.

I looked up and saw Bella and Edward a couple of feet ahead of us. He looked slightly annoyed with her, in fact they just looked annoyed with each other. “He doesn't look happy” I mumbled to Rosalie.

She shrugged. “Told you, it's just one of his moods”

I rolled my eyes and ended it with that as Tyler came up to me with a huge grin and a cup of brown liquid. “What is that?” I asked.

“Compost tea, dare me to drink it?” I laughed but quickly shook my head no.

Rosalie held a small smile but shook her head too as Mr. Molia shouted at us. “Don't drink it! Its for the plants”

The three of us laughed as Tyler gave it to a rose bush like he was instructed. As he left Damon finally returned from God knows where.

“Here you go beautiful” Damon smiled as he handed Rosalie a white rose. I'm pretty sure she’d be bushing if she could. I smiled at the cute gesture as he walked in between us with his arm around rosalie.

“So are you actually not going to prom?” Damon asked and I just shrugged. I was waiting for Emmett but then again, it's months away and the other humans are acting like they're gonna be beheaded if they don't get a date asap.

“I don’t know…i don't care about school activities” i said trying not to look disappointed that Emmett hasn't even given it a thought about us going together. And loud music and a bunch of teenagers in a crowded room has never been my thing.

“Says the one in marching band,” Damon chuckled. Technically marching season ended before I even joined. Rosalie rolled her eyes at Damon but her expression turned soft as she looked at me. “She’s waiting for my idiot brother to ask”

I blushed and looked down at the ground. I almost fell to said ground as Bella slipped and about took me down with her. Damon quickly wrapped his arm around my front and kept me from falling. Rose gave Bella a nasty look as Damon stabled me.

“Sorry” she mumbled over and over.

“It's fine, what do you want?” I asked . She then looked at me with a panicked look. “Milke Newton asked me to prom”

I smiled and crossed my arms. “I know, your welcome” as Bella's eyes widened Damon and Rosalie tried to fight their laughter.

“Why?!” she asked, panicking like usual.

“What did you say?” Damon asked,

“I told him I was going to Jacksonville”

“What’s in Jacksonville?” Edward said, suddenly appearing next to us. Bella scoffed and walked towards the bus. Edward followed with an annoyed expression.

“He sucks at talking to girls, doesn't he?” I asked. Damon laughed then turned to me. “Your the only one he doesn't suck at talking to” his laughter got worse as his brother and few humans gave him weird looks.

“Calm down Damon,” Stefan sighed. He was ignored as Daomon rested his forehead on Rosalie’s shoulder trying to talk during his fit of lighter. Damon is definitely the definition of the black sheep of the family. His humor and his ‘I dont give a fuck additued’ made him diffrent from the other Cullens.

“He's chasing this girl around like she's something amazing and, and she has the personality of a corn chip” Damon said trying to breathe after his happy attack. “He's so freaking whipped”

Even if Rosalie agreed she still hit his shoulder so he would stop. I laughed knowing it was true about my loving cousin, after that ordeal the three of us walked out of the greenhouse since the trip was over. I said my goodbyes to Damon and Rosalie and headed towards Edward.

“Hey, Buddy” I said playfully, nudging him with my shoulder. He smiled at me but then looked up and frowned as Bella quietly walked around. “Do you like my cousin?”

He raised an eyebrow then smiled. “Do you like my brother?” I looked down and blushed as the real answer ran through my head.

Yes I do, what's your point?”

He chuckled as we walked towards the bus. “You didn’t answer my question” I said to my friend as we stopped at the entrance to the bus. Bella was next to walk up and she looked extremely pissed at the sight she saw. Edward laughing and being ‘normal’ with me really made her blood boil. I didn’t care, she couldn’t tell me who I could and couldn’t be friends with.

“Hey” Alice said softly as she walked up to us with her kind smile. “Are you gonna ride with us?”

Before Bella could answer Edward knocked on the bus door. “No, ours is full” he said bluntly and marched on the bus. I mouthed ‘sorry’ to Bella and got on with Alice.

“Really dude?” I asked with a dry chuckle. Edward sighed as I sat next to him. Alice and Jasper set in the set across from us then Damon and Rosalie sat behind us. After a while Stefan returned as well and sat with me and Edward.

“I just don't know what to say to her,” Edward admitted. I sighed knowing how she felt. Even if I was comfortable with Emmett there were just some things I didn't know how to say.

“Im not good with words either Ed” we both then looked at Stefan. He stayed quiet and shrugged. “My track record sucks, don't come to me for relationship advice”

Our conversation came to a halt as everyone started piling in and the engine started. The bus rumbling made me sick to my stomach. I didn’t know why, I was fine this morning with Emmett but now I feel like I'm about to burst.

Don't crash

Don't crash

Don't crash

I mumbled this in my head over and over as I tapped my foot. Edward places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked as Stefan looked at me worried too. I shook my head trying to reassure the boys.

“Im fine” I smiled as the bus started to move. Neither one of the boys knew what to do so they looked over to their right where Jasper and Alice were. Jasper looked at me with a kind look and as he did i started to calm down a bit.

The rest of the ride wasn't all that bad Damon continued to make Bella and Edward jokes which did make all of us laugh…all of us except for Edward of course. I felt so weird benign this comfortable with the so called enemy, but I wouldn’t change it for the world now i think about it.

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[thesightstoshowyou]

begging you to elaborate on the "Asa tells Marena that Jesse is into dead body stuff" idea from earlier

~@slashhinginghasher

Hehehehehe hoohoohahahaha 😈 For anyone that missed it, here’s what this ask is referencing.

~~

Into the Cricketverse - Welcome to my Death Talk

Part 1*, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 2.75, Interlude*, Part 3*

(Asterisks denote the parts written by the fabulous @slashhinginghasher )

Warnings: Graphic discussions of necrophilia and torture, Marena and Cricket recieve a million hits of psychological damage

Needle pierces fabric and the pull of thread fills the relative silence of the penthouse living room. Late afternoon sun spills in through the windows and warms Cricket as she sits on the sofa, legs curled up under her. She still can’t decide if she should add a little cactus flower next to the embroidered scarab beetle or not.

At the kitchen counter, Marena fiddles with something, but only the woman’s wild mane of hair is visible from where Cricket rests. Asa and Jesse sit side by side at the table, reviewing some undoubtedly heinous footage on Jesse’s laptop.

Chromeskull’s shoulders shake, a quiet wheeze leaving him as points to something on screen. Asa scoffs, “Was that necessary?” His tone might sound petulant to the uninitiated, but Cricket can hear the sly smirk in his voice.

In the interest of preserving her mental state, she doesn’t look up to see what Jesse signs in response. When she finishes this next stitch, she will nonchalantly ask to be excused. However, what Asa says next has her slowly raising her gaze to the two men seated at the table.

“That reminds me of Jacksonville. Remember the one with that ridiculous tattoo? What was it you put down her throat…?”

‘A fucking fluorescent lightbulb,’ Jesse signs with a silent chortle and a shake of his head.

“Broke halfway in, if I recall.”

‘Bitch wouldn’t stop flailing. It was her own damn fault.’

A quick glance toward the kitchen shows Cricket that Marena has frozen in her seat as she listens and watches out of the corner of her eye. In her own chest, her heart hammers. Time to leave, she must get away before hears any more—

“The way you had her bent back over the edge of the casket wasn’t doing her any favors,” Asa chides as though he’s teasing Jesse about a faux pas and not the brutal torture of some poor, nameless woman. “Though I believe it was the rutting that did her in.”

As though forced by an unseen hand, Marena stiffly twists around to turn her icy gaze on the conversation. Cricket wishes she could shout at her to flee, that nothing good will come from hearing what will be said next. Instead, she tightens her grip on the embroidery frame until it creaks.

‘Hey, dead pussy’s still pussy. And you’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure I remember you mentioning some similar proclivities before your little Cricket showed up.’

Asa chuckles and shakes his head. “Perhaps, but when it comes down to quantity of occurrences, there is only one clear winner, Cromeans.”

“Shut. Up.” Guffaws cease and the two men turn to look at Marena. With how she’s shifted, Cricket can now see she’s holding a knife in her white-knuckled grip. Her words are as sharp as its blade, but in her eyes is the unspoken plea: ‘Please tell me you are joking.’

If only.

Cricket clenches her jaw and looks down at her trembling hands. She lets her gaze go out of focus. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it….

“I thought you would know better by now than to speak to me that way,” comes Asa’s frigid reply. All levity has left his voice. Cricket snaps her eyes closed.

There’s silence—Jesse signing maybe—and Cricket peeks up to see Marena shaking her head like she’s trying to rid herself of the visual he undoubtedly just painted in her brain.

Cricket wishes she was telepathic. She would scream into Marena’s head and tell her she would understand if the other woman went ballistic on the both of them, no matter what consequences it incurred. She tries to convey the sentiment with her eyes, but Marena’s are firmly locked on Jesse’s grinning face.

“Come here, Cricket.” Asa says it lightly, but the intention behind his words drops her heart into her stomach. The sewing supplies clatter when she hastily places them on the coffee table. Bare feet pad quietly across marble as she comes to stand before the Collector, hands wringing, eyes on the floor.

Asa wraps his arms around her waist and eases Cricket into his lap. He positions her back to his chest so she’s facing Marena. One warm hand comes up to rest on her throat, rough fingers tracing each of her scares reverently. She tries to ignore the way her skin crawls due to the newly revealed depravity

“Look at her,” he commands, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Mismatched eyes find cold blue. Marena’s face is expressionless, but it’s forced, like she’s put every fiber of her being into remaining impassive. Asa’s next words are hushed, meant only for Cricket, “Do you think that, because you are my favorite, your corpse will not suffer a similar fate?”

Her throat dries and nausea churns in her gut. Laboriously, lips part to release a tremulous exhale as she gives a single shake of her head. Marena watches blankly, but Cricket can see the tense set of her shoulders.

And if Cricket sees it, Asa can see it too.

Then, Marena turns and stalks away. Her pace is not hurried, but neither is it slow. She is measured, deliberate in her movement, her control barely maintained. The master bedroom door closes with a soft click.

The Collector hums thoughtfully. The hand lifts from Cricket’s throat and she flinches, prepared for the hurt, but Asa only murmurs, “You may start dinner.”

She scrambles from his lap and utters a shaky, “Yes, Sir,” in acknowledgement. As she retreats to the sanctity of the kitchen, she doesn’t listen to what Asa says to Jesse.

[wwenhlimagines]

Idk if you're requests are open or if u take them, but if you do could you please do a headcanon for hook where he's dating an actress? 🙏

Red Carpet Romance - Hook

To celebrate Pride Month, all of my headcanons will be gender neutral. (Or at least as close as I can get)

Happy Pride Besties! 🌈

As a fan of wrestling from an early age, you loved to keep up with the newest stars and some of your older favorites.

When AEW debuted, you were so excited to see a new company as WWE had become a bit stale in your opinion, just like your career.

You play characters on sitcoms here and there, but most of them are only one episode jobs.

Without a consistent spot on television, you didn't have a huge following, but you liked it that way.

That was until you found out about a show about wrestling that was hiring. (Like GLOW)

They were looking for people who had a basic understanding of wrestling and were willing to train.

Luckily, you were a perfect fit, and you were soon on your way to train with AEW wrestlers.

It was still early on in AEW's run, so it wasn't easy to find them at their base in Jacksonville.

You started training with the younger wrestlers who hadn't been on TV yet, and that is where you met HOOK.

He helped train you for some basic bumps and tricks, and the two of you grew close quickly.

As you started shooting the show, Hook made sure to be on set as much as he could to keep an eye on you and hype you up when needed.

You weren't expecting to find love at work, but you couldn't stop the butterflies in your stomach when Hook hugged and complimented you after a long day of shooting.

Once word got out about the show, people started to recognize you on the street. You were excited at first, but it quickly became overwhelming.

You told Hook about this, and he told you his tricks of how to not get recognized.

The two of you bonded over your love-hate relationship with fame, and you would help each other around.

Soon enough, you were going out on dates in ridiculous disguises and having the time of your life hanging out with your best friend.

When the premiere for your show came up, you asked Hook to be your date, and he hesitated at first.

However, once he saw what you were going to wear, he knew he had to be right by your side.

As you were getting ready, you heard Hook ruffling around in the kitchen of your apartment.

When you walked out, he stood there in awe as you struck a pose. He complimented you and then led you to the dining room table where he set up some flowers, your favorite snacks, and a card.

"What is this for?"

"You thought I was going to just act like this is a regular day? This is your red carpet debut, I had to make it special. Now open the card."

You opened the card and gasped as you saw the words, "Will you be mine?"

You nodded and hugged him before pulling back a bit and leaning in to kiss him, hoping you didn't mess up your makeup.

The two of you go to the premiere and he lets you get plenty of individual shots, but you insisted on having him by your side for the majority of the red carpet.

Once you got inside, you held hands and made your way to your seats, where Hook made sure to tell you how amazing your technique was in the ring.

Tags: @hooks-martin @thesupreme316 @plentyoffandoms @gethooked @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hookswifeeyy @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

[alanflowerspersonalblog]

[ 2012 Jacksonville, FL ]

[ktwritesstuff]

Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU) Chapter 2

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Sneaking around the family cookout with Frankie in flashback.

Chapter One | Chapter Two (below cut) | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

Chapter Two.

After Tom and his wife separated, he had you basically squatting in an unsold condo in Jacksonville.  It was humiliating.  You were approaching your mid-thirties.  You were supposed to be settling down somewhere beautiful, raising children, expanding your pack’s territory.  Instead, you were barely scraping by.

Will agreed that if Tom gave permission you could stay with him; you could start your family and he would support you until Tom got back on his feet.  Tom refused outright.  Claimed it was too complicated with Molly and the girls (you didn’t know what he had expected, taking a human mate.)  He was ashamed of his own inadequacies as a husband and a provider and he took it out on you.  It wasn’t fair, Will knew it, but he wouldn’t defy Tom.  You understood, but that didn’t keep you from resenting him.

The one nice thing about the shitty retirement community where Tom had you holed up was that in the summer, when the snowbirds flew north, you had the pool practically to yourself.  It was a rare weekend when Tom had the girls; you were celebrating with a cookout.  The boys came over to drink beers in the sun and enjoy time with the family. 

You even bought a new bikini for the occasion: blue with white flowers, cut to accentuate your curves, but still modest enough to wear around the kids.  Tess was at an age to understand just enough to blame you for her parents’ failed marriage, but you figured there was still hope for Evie.

You and Benny swam with Evie while Tess sunbathed and Tom, Will, and Frankie played a low-stakes game of Rook at one of the plastic tables on the deck.  Benny made a game of lifting Evie out of the water and launching her into the deep end of the pool.  

“Think you could do me?” you laughed, paddling towards him.

“Challenge accepted.”  

Benny squatted down to get his hands under your bum and as he lifted you out of the water you felt his fingers slip under the gusset of your bikini bottoms.  You hit the water with impressive force and made sure you were still tucked into your suit before coming back up for air.

“Again! Again!”  Evie cackled gleefully as she was doused by the splash.  

“Gotta give the people what they want,” Benny said, pulling you toward him through the water.  

This time when he reached under you, his fingers curled deep enough into your folds that it could not have been an accident.  You gasped, choking on a mouthful of water as you surfaced, kicking your feet at Benny, Evie happily joining in to drench him in the over-chlorinated water.     

“Hey, that’s enough of that,” Tom called as the water splashed over the edge of the pool.  “Come on Evie, adult swim.  Go get your sister to put more sunscreen on you.”

Benny swam toward you as Evie paddled dutifully to the edge of the pool.  

“You hear that,” he said, grabbing you by the thighs and maneuvering your legs around his minuscule waist.  “Adult swim.” 

He slipped one hand under the waistband of your bikini and pressed his nose to yours. 

“Not in front of the girls,” you pleaded, your eyes shifting to where Tess and Evie were toweling off by the pool house.  “They still think I’m their dad’s girlfriend.”

“Now why would they think a silly thing like that,” Benny said, bobbing through the water, inching closer and closer to the deep end.  

“It was Tom’s decision.”  And Tom’s word was law.  You supposed it was less painful for him to let them believe their father was unfaithful to their mother than for them to know the truth: that he was utterly unsuited to raising a family.  

“Ready?” Benny said, moving you into deeper water.  He could still stand comfortably, but even on tip-toes your head would have been under.  

“One.  Two. Three–” 

You held your breath and closed your eyes as Benny dunked both of you under.  He pressed his mouth over yours, bubbles rising from the place where your lips met, tickling your nose.  A game of underwater chicken, waiting to see who would break first.  

Benny gripped your neck hard enough to bruise; you squeezed your knees into his sides, trying to force the air out of his lungs until there was no space left between you.  Seconds passed that felt like minutes as your lungs burned.  Finally, you pushed away from him, kicking for the surface.

You came up gasping for air, and threw your hair back from your face.  Benny surfaced right after, grinning like a wolf, reminding you how little separation there was between the man and the animal.  It was all just Benny.

“I got you,” he teased, swimming toward you.  “No escape.”

You swiped a hand across the water to splash him as he cornered you against the side of the pool, putting his hands and feet on the tiled wall on either side of you. You held onto his wrists, pressing the flat of one foot into his crotch, feeling him getting hard through his swim trunks.

“This is nice,” Benny said, leaning into you.  “All of us together again.”  

“Only one missing,” you said, your eyes drifting toward Frankie, sitting alone on the deck.

Frankie had taken Santiago’s leaving hard.  First there was the drinking, then the drugs, then rehab, and then a second stint in rehab after Tom caught him freebasing in the bathroom at Louie’s Cantina.  You worried about him; he wasn’t like the others.  Frankie was a sensitive soul.

“Death from above!” Will shouted, before cannon-balling into the pool, drenching both you and Benny.

“Vengeance!” Benny cried, launching himself through the water after his brother.  You paddled back to the steps as they play-fought in the deep end, holding one another under long enough to make you nervous.  

You showered in the pool house and slathered yourself in lotion.  The smell of chlorine covered a multitude of sins, but it was murder for your sensitive nose.  You dried your hair as best you could and changed into a long knit dress.  By the time you finished, Tom and Will were fighting with the grill, calling out orders for hamburgers and hotdogs.  

It was now or never.  You slinked over to where Frankie was nursing a lukewarm beer and sat in his lap.

“Mi amor,” he sighed with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes, setting his free hand on your knee.  “¿Come va?”

You draped one arm over his shoulder, plucking his ball-cap off his head and tossed it aside.  Frankie watched you curiously, but didn’t resist as you took his sunglasses off his face and placed them on your own head.

“Take me to bed,” you said, lifting your voice at the end of the phrase, although it hardly constituted a question.  

Frankie’s eyebrows rose to meet his hairline.  You took his beer from his hand and set it on the table beside you.           

“Yeah,” he stammered.  “Lead the way.”

You took Frankie by the hand and led him through the gate, as Tom swore and tried to smother a grease fire that had sprung up under the hotdogs.  

Inside the condo was cold and dark.  As soon as you closed the door, Frankie had his hands all over you, pawing at your breasts, sliding his hands up the slit in your dress to grope your ass, kissing your neck and exposed collarbones, knocking his glasses off your head.  They clattered onto the tile and you nudged them aside with one toe.

“Que rico.  Yo te quiero mucho, Estrellita.  Dime que quieres.  Yo te amo.”  

Frankie always reverted back to Spanish when he was riled up.  You loved it, even if you understood less than half of it.

You sighed contentedly, tipping your chin back to expose your throat to him, his beard scratching against your sunburnt skin.  You ran your fingers through his hair and reached one hand down the front of his shorts to stroke him as he nibbled and sucked at the pulse point in your neck.

“C’mon, give it to me,” you cooed.  “Want you so bad.  Need you to take care of me, baby.”

A growl rumbled in Frankie’s chest as he pressed you up against the wall right there in the entryway.  He gripped your thigh, hoisting your leg up over his hip, lifting you just enough to press his hard-on against your sex, hot and throbbing with desire.

“That’s right,” you urged.  “Right there.”

Frankie kissed you hard and slow and deep, his tongue delving past the sharpness of your teeth.  He tasted like cheap beer and corn chips.  He massaged your breasts, hips grinding into you. Your back arched and you held his face in your hands.  Frankie pulled away from you with a soft moan, resting his forehead on yours, stroking your bare arms.

“Mind if I freshen up?” he asked, nodding toward the bathroom.

“Be my guest,” you said, wetting your lips.  

You took a seat on the sofa in the main room as Frankie ducked into the bathroom down the narrow hall.  As you waited, Will came inside.  He disappeared behind the kitchen island as he stooped down, opening the fridge.  

“We have any more cheese for the burgers?” he called.  “Tom burnt the first round to hockey pucks.” 

“Should be in the drawer,” you said, trying to keep your voice even and calm.

Will stood, package of Kraft singles in hand, and looked down the hall where the light shone out from under the bathroom door and the sound of the exhaust fan running.  He turned back to you. 

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just taking a break from the sun,” you said, hoping that would explain why you were sitting in the dark, panting with exertion, your face flushed.

You had smothered yourself in rose oil to cover the smell of heat and sex, but it didn’t matter.  Ironhead probably knew your cycle better than you did.  

“You have got to be kidding me,” Will said.  “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I’m a big girl, Will,” you said.  “I’ll do as I please.”  

“Tom said no.”  Despite his protests, Will kept his voice low as he came around the counter from the kitchen.  You rose to meet him in the hall.

“Tom doesn’t own me,” you said.  “He seems to forget that. Maybe you have, too.”

“And maybe you’ve forgotten we have rules for a reason,” Will said, always playing the good soldier.

“Just because you’re not man enough to do it, doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing to do,” you snarled.

“Fuck you, Ginger,” Will said, slamming the door behind him on his way out.

You watched him storm away through the front window, sticking out your tongue and lifting your middle finger, catching a glimpse of your eyes flashing amber in your reflection in the glass.

Frankie came out of the bathroom smelling like mouthwash and Old Spice deodorant.  It looked like he had made an attempt to tame his curls, dampening down unruly hat hair.  The gesture softened your raging heart.  

“Hey,” he said, sensing the change in you.  “Is everything okay?”

You shook your head, snaking your arms around his waist, comforted by his warmth, the subtle softness of his belly.  

“I’m fine–a little sun sick.”

“You sure?” he asked, brushing a hand over your hair.  “You want to lay down for a bit?”

“You’re always so sweet to me,” you smiled up at him and took his face in your hands.  “I just want you to be sweet to me.”

“Okay,” Frankie said, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.  “Let’s go to bed.”

You pulled Frankie into the bedroom with outdated wicker furniture and closed the door behind you.  You lifted your arms, prompting Frankie to pull your dress off over your head.  Your breasts were probably too big to go braless, but you did it anyway.  Your nipples pebbled in the cold air as Frankie ran his fingers across the tops of your breasts.

You sank onto the bed, sliding across the cheap polyester sheets as Frankie pulled your panties off.  You leaned back on your forearms as he knelt between your legs, pulling his sweat-stained t-shirt off over his head.  You reached for his belt, unfastening the buckle and pulling the leather strap free.  

Frankie slid his hands under you, bowing his head to kiss a trail up the sensitive skin of your stomach.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, gazing up at you reverently.  “I still can’t believe I get to be with you.”  

“Come here,” you urged.  

Frankie sat up long enough to shuck off his shorts and boxers before laying down beside you, pulling the duvet up to ensconce you in a cocoon of warmth and darkness.  

The sound of Frankie whispering sweet nothings to you went straight to your core as his fingers circled your clit, dipping inside you.  You pressed your hands into Frankie’s chest as he fondled your stomach and breasts with his other hand.  Massaging and kneading until your body felt soft and pliant as dough under his hands.    

“¿Estás lista?” 

You murmured your ascent, opening your legs for him.  Frankie pressed the head of his cock into you, moving deeper with short, careful strokes.  

You ran your hands across the muscles of his back, feeling them flex and extend as he rocked into you.  Quick and shallow at first, then long and deep.  Your body tensed as the sensation built.  You scraped your nails across Frankie’s back, letting your head fall back, your mouth falling open with a gasp.

“I’m close,” Frankie warned, his back arching like a cat’s as he moved against you.  

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, hitching your legs over his hips to keep him inside you.  “Don’t stop, please.”

Frankie moaned and went limp, his weight dropping onto you.  Your inner walls contracted and relaxed as he came inside you, milking him for every drop of seed.  He moved to roll over, but you put your arms around him to keep him close, warming his softening cock in the heat of your arousal.

“Stay,” you sighed, running your fingers through his hair.  “Can we just stay like this for now.  Please.”

Frankie nodded and bowed his head to your breasts with a sigh as you twisted his curls around your fingers.

“Yo te amo, Francisco,” you said, kissing the top of his head as he rested against you.

“Yo te amo, querida.”

[upontherisers]

could i send 💤🌴🍦for mattie, please? — @shoshiwrites

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

she's a night owl and depending on what she has to do the next day, she can wake up at the crack of dawn or at noon with the same bright energy. like as long as she gets four hours and a coffee, she'll be fine. when she does sleep, she sleeps like the DEAD. you can't wake her up for anything (seriously she can sleep through mortar fire) and she SNORES and it's LOUD. she also loves naps. sleepy girl. it's a recreation to her, as much as reading or playing sports. and she has an internal timer because if she says she's gonna sleep for [x amount of time], she can wake up within plus or minus five minutes of that time. freaks joe tf out.

🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

SHE LOVES GARDENING. it's all she knows. her parents grew up planting and she spent a few years sharecropping in the fields before the family moved to jacksonville. she can keep anything alive because no matter how stubborn a plant is, she's stubborner. she prefers potted houseplants over gardens that she has to dig in herself, but if she can see the fruits of her labor - flowers, veggies, actual fruits - she forgets about the sun and the sweat and the dirt and will do it all again tomorrow.

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

vanilla. she's a classic kinda gal. she's NOT a fan of chocolate, and strawberry is fine, but she'll always go with vanilla if that's an option. maybe joe shows her some kind of pittsburgh specialty brand and she gets into it, but she loves a cool, sweet vanilla. it doesn't have to do too much! it's beautiful as is!

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