#miami beach pride

[atticus13]

pride 2024.

12th Street Beach

South Miami Beach, Miami, FL

June 9, 2024

[chicsenorita]

Photographer took a photo of me: creepy or flattering?

[brianfrench1995]

South Beach - Dive Postcard @postcardtimemachine

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[rabbitcruiser]

National Coming Out Day

For time out of mind members of the LGBTQ community have had to hide in fear for their livelihood and their lives. A constant fear of being rejected by friends and loved ones, as well as the community of which they are a part, has led to many of them remaining in the proverbial closet.

This means living a half-life at best, and hiding who you are from those who should be nearest and dearest to you. Coming Out Day challenges this ancient standard, and encourages LGBTQ people everywhere to stand proud and claim who they are, and thus reclaim their lives and sense of pride.

Learn about Coming Out Day

Coming Out Day is not just a day that has been designed to help people feel comfortable about coming out about their sexuality. It is also a day that is designed to applaud people for their bravery, as well as help create awareness of the struggles and difficulties those in the LGBTQ community experience.

Even if you are heterosexual, you can use this day as an opportunity to let people in the LGBTQ community know that you support them and that you are proud of them. It is a day of unity and respect.

History of Coming Out Day

It all started at… well… let’s be honest it all started pretty much at the dawn of time. Throughout the world people and cultures everywhere have had LGBTQ people in their midst, and in many of them they were openly accepted and embraced as natural, or even sacred people in their cultures. In the last couple hundred years the majority of the world’s leading cultures began to villainize them, growing worse with every passing year.

But in the last few decades all that has begun to change, courageous members of the LGBTQ community fought and worked to help gain their rightful place in the world, accepted as just another person rather than some kind of monster or dangerous pervert. Really, the battle they fight is for something much simpler, the ability to have a safe and normal life enjoying the same liberty as their more socially accepted neighbors.

Coming Out Day was created by Rob Eichberg and Jean O’Leary as a result of the 500,000 person March on Washington DC for Lesbian and Gay Rights. The experience was enough to vitalize them and lead them to establish this holiday, which encourages all LGBTQ people and their allies to stand proud of who they are and to fight for a more equal tomorrow.

Every year there is a different theme, and so we definitely recommend taking a look at the theme for the current year when it is released. Some of the different themes that there have been include Talk About It, It’s a Family Affair, and Coming Out Still Matters. There are also a lot of events that go on throughout the world. You should be able to find out about the events that are taking place in your local area should you wish to join in with any of them.

How to celebrate Coming Out Day

Throughout the world, there are celebrations being held of LGBTQ people everywhere coming out of the closet and loudly and proudly proclaiming who they are and standing side by side with their allies for a more equal and accepting tomorrow. You can get involved by joining them or by volunteering with local groups and organizations working to raise awareness and support the challenges faced by LGBTQ people in a world still struggling to accept them.

If you have been worried about coming out to your parents or loved ones for quite some time, Coming Out Day could give you the push you need to do so. It gives you a good lead into the conversation. You can explain a bit about the day, and use this to help you tell people about your sexuality. You can also use Coming Out Day to provide support to someone who needs it. If you know that someone is going to be using this day to have a difficult chat about their sexuality with someone, then make sure you offer them words of support and that you are there to support them.

A lot of people in the LGBTQ community who have already come out use this day to share their stories with people. If you feel comfortable, you can take to social media and share the story of how you came out about your sexuality. This can help people to feel like they are not alone and it can give people the support they need on a day like this. It can help to hear about the experiences other people have gone through when you are facing the same sort of situation yourself.

You can also use this date to raise awareness about the struggles that people in the LGBTQ community face. Whether it is bullying and discrimination or difficulties in the workplace or problems with their inner confidence, there are many things that LGBTQ members go through. A lot of people are not aware of these issues, and so you can use Coming Out Day to try and change this. There are going to be a lot of infographics, videos, and other pieces of inspiring and insightful content available, so make the most of this and share it with your followers.

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[vikatraveller]

Experience the Vibrant Miami Nightlife

Welcome to Miami, where the nightlife is as dynamic and diverse as the city itself. Get ready to explore the best spots for an unforgettable night out!

[whytheylosttheirminds]

Don't Call Me Kid - chapter 1

(Rafe Cameron x Reader, series, 3.9k words)

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues

⇢ series masterlist

The drive down to Miami was idyllic. Windows rolled down, you and Carter sang along to the playlist you’d made for the trip and ate your favorite childhood snacks. Blue skies above you as Carter’s new Jeep flew down the coast, you actually started to feel excited for the week ahead.

Then, you pulled up to the Airbnb, and it all faded.

The second you saw all of Carter’s high school friends in the driveway, unpacking their cars and exchanging hugs, it all came rushing back. The way you felt like you never really fit in, how they’d tease you for being quiet, how the boys’ eyes would skip right over you in search of your sister.

Carter turned down the radio when she noticed the way you were biting your lip with trepidation.

“It’s gonna be fun,” she tried to assure you. “Promise.”

You put on your best fake smile, determined to make this a good week for her. After everything she’s done for you, if all she wanted in return was a fun week at the beach, you’d give her that. You pushed your anxiety down as best as you could and hopped out of the Jeep.

“Oh shit!” Topper called, standing at the open trunk of his Range Rover. “Is that who I think it is?”

He rushed over, sweeping Carter up and throwing her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Top!” She yelped, not entirely convincing that she wanted him to.

He set her down and smiled wide at her, just as smitten as ever. She gave him a playful pat on the head, like a dog, and went to get the bags from her car. Topper’s eyes shifted over to you and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“No way, Little Carter is that you?” He teased, using your least favorite nickname.

“What’s up, Topper?” You tried to sound unannoyed.

Before he could answer, still slightly gawking at you, another voice emerged from the front door of the house.

“Yo who is it, Top?” Kelce yelled down from the top of the front steps.

“Come see for yourself, jackass!” Topper shouted back.

Kelce hopped down from the top step and approached you in the driveway, throwing his arm around Topper’s shoulder.

“No fucking way,” he said, when it finally dawned on him who you were. He looked you up and down and added, “what do they put in the water at that fancy school of yours?”

“Smoothe, man,” Topper smirked at him.

Your cheeks burned, you rolled your eyes at them to try and seem unaffected. They had never talked to you like this before. The majority of your interactions with Topper and Kelce in high school consisted of them teasing you about Rafe and asking where your sister was. They never even came close to flirting with you, and now you couldn’t decide whether you liked it or not.

“Can you two stop drooling over my baby sister and come help me with these fucking bags?” Carter called to them from the back of her Jeep.

“Yes ma’am,” Kelce winked at you before going to help your sister carry in the hundreds of dollars worth of beer she’d made you stop to pick up on the way here.

“You assholes better pay us back,” she told them, passing Topper a couple of 12 packs.

“Okay, give me your sister’s number and I’ll Venmo her right now,” he responded with a smirk.

You actually laughed at that one, which caused his chest to puff out with pride. Boys had always been somewhat of a mystery to you, but these two were painfully easy. Their playfulness helped you relax a little, wondering if this week might not be so bad after all.

Once you were inside, you and Carter each chose your own rooms, all your recently opened trust funds allowing you to rent the biggest house in the neighborhood. After unpacking, you walked down to the beach with Topper, Kelce, a couple of Carter’s girlfriends, and a guy you’d never met.

Topper and Kelce introduced him as their friend from college, a frat brother. His name was Tom, he was on the taller side, brunette, super cute. The way his toned arms flexed in his sleeveless shirt was the first thing you saw, but his bright, dimpled smile is what really caught your attention.

When you told him your name, offering him your hand to shake, he held it for a few seconds longer than any of the other girls and Carter gave you a knowing look. You’d never wished so badly that you knew how to turn off your blush.

Once you got down to the water, you helped Carter set up the umbrella and volleyball net you’d brought. You played intramural volleyball for your college and had actually gotten really good at it, you were excited to play with Carter, who’d always wanted you to get into sports with her.

When everything was set-up, you started to take off the bathing suit cover you had on over your bikini, but quickly realized there was a problem.

“Shit, Car, did we even bring sunscreen?” You asked your sister.

“Fuuuuck,” Carter said with a careless giggle. “Guess we’ll just burn.”

“Um no, I’m not listening to you whine about your sunburn all week,” you scolded her. “Top, did you bring sunscreen?”

“I hate to say no to you, beautiful, but…no,” Topper answered.

“Great, so we have eight hundred Natty Lights but no sunscreen,” you huffed.

“Sounds like a perfect vacation to me,” Kelce joked, already cracking his first beer.

“I brought some sunscreen,” Tom offered helpfully.

“Ah, my hero!” you smiled at him playfully.

You could feel all eyes on you when you said it. None of them had ever seen you flirt so comfortably before, or really even heard you speak. This was the person you were at school, but they had never met her before. You cleared your throat, feeling uncomfortable.

“Could I borrow some?” You asked Tom, who appeared oblivious to the shift in atmosphere.

“Yeah, it’s up at the house, I’ll go grab it!” You watched him run up the beach, his toned back muscles flexing, Carter bumped her hip into yours.

“Five minutes and he’s already whipped for you,” she teased. “Told you this trip was a good idea.”

By the time Rafe finally pulled up to the house in his truck, all the rooms had been claimed except for the shitty basement, with its low ceiling and lone twin sized bed. After dropping his bags, scowling at the mildew smell in the small space, he filled one of the coolers he brought with some imported beers and white claws and headed toward the beach.

“Yo, Top!” He called from the back porch, beckoning Topper up from the beach to help him carry the heavy cooler.

“Jesus, what you got in here?”  Topper grunted, struggling to lift his side of the cooler.

“Nicer shit than anything you brought,” Rafe said. “I’m not drinking cheap gas station beers all week.”

“Fine by me man,” Topper added a second hand to the cooler to help him lift it.

As they carried the cooler down the beach, Rafe mocking Topper for his inability to lift his share of the weight, Rafe scanned the private section of the beach to take a manual headcount of his housemates for the week.

He saw everyone he expected, the same people that would gather at the island club every time there was a break from school, the party always finding its way back to Tannyhill. The same girls that hung around him and his friends in high school, Carter, who he had never gotten along with, Kelce, who he had seen just last week, and…someone he didn’t recognize.

The mystery girl was facing away from him, but he could still tell she was gorgeous. Her bathing suit wrap hugging her body, her shiny, bouncy hair flowing in the ocean breeze. She bent down to set up her beach chair and he nearly dropped the cooler. 

“Woah, man,” Topper laughed. “Now who’s got butterfingers?”

“Who is that?” Rafe asked sternly, ignoring Topper’s harassment. 

“Dude, are you serious?” Topper eyed him.

Before Rafe could ask what Topper meant, you turned around, looking up towards the house in his direction, shielding the sun from your eyes and smiling a big, beautiful smile.

This time, Rafe really did drop the cooler. It was you. He hadn’t seen you in four years, and nobody told him you were coming on this trip. Nobody told him you looked like that now, either.

Everything that happened between you was so long ago, but he assumed you still hated him. But now, you were looking right at him and smiling. His lips started to turn upward for a moment and he almost lifted his hand to wave at you, when someone bumped into his shoulder.

“Shit, my bad man,” Tom said, his eyes not even looking at Rafe, glued to you. He ran off and approached you, and Rafe realized with a punch to his gut, it was this random guy you were smiling at and not him.

Rafe and Topper dragged the cooler a bit farther down the beach, dropping it behind all the umbrellas. Rafe immediately grabbed one of his expensive IPAs and twisted it open, throwing back a sip bitterly as he watched Tom hand you something, you smiled and touched his arm gratefully.

Carter approached the boys and the cooler, following Rafe’s eyes to you. She twisted her lips, trying to hide her smile, everything about this day going exactly as she had planned.

“Hey, Rafe,” She smirked. “You good?”

Rafe looked at her, eyes narrow as he tried to catch her meaning. When he realized she had caught him staring, he cleared his throat and took another sip of his beer, trying to seem nonchalant. 

“Fine,” he mumbled.

Rafe reached in the cooler and grabbed a white claw, offering it to Carter. Things had always been chilly between them, though they’d still been cordial with each other. Aside from that big argument senior year which they never talked about. Now, it hung in the salty air so prevalently, your presence after all this time stirring up old tensions.

Carter accepted the drink with a thank you, cracking it open and looking back to you. Both Carter and Rafe’s eyes went wide when you took off your cover-up, revealing a barely-there bikini and the new body none of your high school friends had seen yet. 

Everyone on the private beach was staring at you, but Rafe was staring at you, his knuckles going white around his beer as he eyed you up and down. His heart pounded so loudly in his chest he was afraid Carter and Topper would be able to hear it. Then, when you handed Tom the sunscreen and asked him to rub it on your back, an unfamiliar feeling bubbled in Rafe’s stomach and crawled up to his chest. He glared at Topper.

“Who the fuck is that guy?” He barked.

Carter and Topper’s heads both snapped towards him, neither surprised to hear the usual edge in his voice, though while Topper looked at Rafe with concern, Carter’s face only portrayed pure amusement.

“Who, Tom?” Topper asked, watching as Rafe’s eyeline returned to you, starting to catch on to the source of Rafe’s irritability. “He’s a brother from Alpha Tau.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a high school reunion trip,” Rafe snapped at him.

“Wow, someone’s pressed,” Carter beamed at him, delighted in his discomfort.

“I’m fine, just didn’t know we could invite people, that’s all,” he insisted.

“Sure, Rafey, that’s all,” she goaded him.

Rafe and Carter gave each other a knowing look, Topper’s eyes flashing between them, utterly out of the loop.

“What did I miss?” He prodded.

“Nothing,” Carter assured him. “Let’s play chicken, you’re on my team, Topper.”

“Oh hell yes,” he dashed after her like an excited puppy.

Rafe ignored the interaction, eyes glued to you in the distance as you settled into your beach chair and pulled out a book, Tom leaving your side and heading toward the water to join the game that had started. Rafe smiled, of course you were reading while everyone else was partying. Maybe you hadn’t changed that much after all. 

The spine of the brand new book cracked as you opened it, you sighed happily, loving the sound. You rarely ever got to read just for fun, always so busy with schoolwork, and you were so excited to dig into the fluffy romance you’d bought off tiktok and turn your brain off.

But then, just as your eyes grazed over the first sentence, you heard a voice from behind you that made your sun-kissed skin go cold.

“Whatcha readin’?” Rafe asked, his tall frame casting a shadow over your sunbathing spot.

You had pretended not to see him when he arrived a few minutes ago, throwing your attention at Tom instead, who took it happily, no idea that he was just a distraction from the flips your stomach was doing at Rafe’s arrival. You actually thought for a minute you might be able to avoid him this whole trip, but of course, he was pouncing as soon as you were alone. He always preferred talking to you when no one was around, sharing hours of meaningful late night conversations together, yet ignoring you at parties and in the halls at school as if you barely knew each other.

You closed the book slowly and placed it in your lap, any clever words you had to say to him flew suddenly from your brain. Regret swept over you, it was foolish to think you could pretend to be unaffected by his presence. He’d said two words to you and you were already nervous, overthinking every movement you made.

When you didn’t answer him, Rafe took it upon himself to plop down in the beach chair next to you, leaning over to read the title of your book.

“Is it any good?” You still didn’t look at him, but you could hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“Wouldn’t know,” you looked down at your lap. “Just started it.”

“Well let me know what you think, might need to borrow it,” he kept his eyes on you, running over your body, making his own face go warm.

“Since when do you read?” You finally lifted your eyes to him.

Rafe’s jaw went slightly slack, all the swagger he’d brought on this trip with him suddenly disappearing. You were even prettier up close, your features more defined and striking than he remembered.

“People can change,” he finally mustered up, less bravado in his voice.

You gave yourself exactly three seconds to look at him, eyes sweeping quickly over his nose, lips, chin, anything but his eyes. His eyes were like a prison you’d once been held in, and you swore you’d never go back.

After your three seconds were up, you shifted your gaze to the ocean, hating that you wished you had three more to take him in. He was just as, if not more, gorgeous as you remembered. His features somehow sharp and soft at the same time. His lips pink and soft, skin a golden bronze even though the summer had just started. His hair was a little shorter now, but still long enough to stick up in the back in that messy way you liked.

The familiar red hue crept up your neck slowly, making its way to your cheekbones. You needed him to get up and leave you alone before you broke into an all out blush. You picked up your book and pretended to start reading again.

“You should go play with everyone else, looks like Kelce could use someone on his team,” you threw out, hoping he’d take the hint.

“What if I’d rather stay here and talk to you?” He asked, voice dropping just a hint.

You thought you could handle this, but you couldn’t. Was he seriously flirting with you right now? If you knew Rafe, the second you tried to flirt back, he’d grow uninterested and blow you off. With him, it was always like he convinced you to jump off a cliff with him, but then at the last second, he’d step back, watching apathetically as you fell all alone.

“I need to go unpack,” you said, standing from your chair and grabbing your book and beach bag, knowing full well your stuff was already neatly sorted in your room.

He looked up at you as you collected your stuff, and you hated the way you were sucking in your stomach. You spent four years working hard to love your body the way it was, and now, in front of him, all that self-consciousness came flooding back. 

You hurried away, catching Carter’s eye as you beelined for the house.

“Where are you going?” She said, slightly out of breath by the time she caught up to you.

“I can’t do this,” you explained, still walking fast.

“Wait,” she grabbed your arm, causing you to halt, hot sand burning your feet. “What happened?”

“He’s here,” you didn’t have to explain any further for her to understand.

“I know,” she said sympathetically. “But we knew he would be. We’re gonna ignore him, remember?”

“I don’t think I can, Car,” you sighed. “I think I should just go.” 

“No, please please please don’t go,” she begged. “I need you here. And you were having fun before, right? Tom’s cute! Just hang out with us and tell Rafe to go fuck himself.”

“That sounds more like something you’d say than me,” you smiled at her.

“Okay, fine,” she agreed. “I’ll tell him to fuck himself and to leave you alone.”

“No, don’t, I don’t want to cause any drama,” you requested.

“Well I think storming out twenty minutes after we got here would be pretty dramatic,” she argued.

Your lips in a tight line, you gave her an annoyed look, but she did kind of have a point. Everyone would ask why you left, and how would Carter explain it to them? Plus, you didn’t want to give Rafe the satisfaction of knowing he affected you this much.

“We’re about to play volleyball,” Carter said. “Come show them what a beast you are now! And then after you kick everyone’s ass, if you’re still miserable, you can leave and I’ll tell everyone you got sick.”

You squinted back at the group on the beach, considering her offer. Topper and Kelce were wrestling in the sand, somehow both losing. You smiled affectionately at their antics, you were really enjoying hanging out with them before Rafe got here.

“Okay, fine,” you agreed. “One game.”

It took half of one volley for you to get comfortable, head fully in the game. You were tempted to put your cover-up back on before playing, well aware of Rafe’s eyes on you through the net, but you decided not to, determined to love yourself the same way you had grown to when you thought you’d never see him again.

Tom was on Rafe’s team, also eyeing you through the net, but with a much more innocent, friendly expression.

“You’re pretty good!” He said when you’d spiked a ball into the sand right next to him.

“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly. “I play at school.”

“Hey man, stop flirting with our opponent and focus,” Rafe snapped at him from the serving line.

Tom just raised his eyebrows at you in amusement and mouthed “I’m in trouble.” You giggled and Rafe seethed, slamming the ball so hard on his next serve that his hand was red. 

After a few more volleys, you had rotated until you and Rafe were face to face across the net again. As you waited for one of your sister’s friends, Sabrina, to make her third attempt at serving, Rafe eyed you up and down.

“You look good,” he said quietly, so only you could hear.

It lit a fire in you, but not the one he was hoping for. You locked-in, bent low in a competitive stance, ready for the setter to tee you up. When Sabrina finally made her serve, you went all out, diving in the sand and running all over the court to keep the ball in play. Rafe’s athletic instincts took over, and he met every one of your attempts to score with a firm block. Eventually, your lungs burning with your heavy breathing, Rafe spiked the ball and you slipped in the sand, letting it get past you and land next to your feet with a thud.

You looked up at Rafe, who was high fiving his teammates and looking down at you with a smirk. He ducked under the net and reached out a hand to help you up.

“Sorry, kid,” he grinned as he lifted you to your feet. “I’m just that good.”

Kid. It all came back as you stared at him. The hours spent in your car, waiting for him dutifully. All the late night texts that meant everything to you and nothing to him. The cheek kisses and side hugs that fueled your fantasies. His hands around Cassie’s waist as he kissed her in broad daylight, though he’d only talk to you behind closed doors. 

Your cheeks turned red as they so often did, but this time, it wasn’t from embarrassment, it was from anger. He wouldn’t make you feel small anymore, you wouldn’t let him.

You turned to your team to fire them up, “let’s go, fucking lock in guys! You got me Top?”

Topper nodded with excitement, loving your new energy, as he got ready for his turn to serve.

“Fuck yeah, I got you, captain,” he saluted you.

Topper served. Rafe tried to dominate again but you were two seconds ahead of him on every play. Now it was you that had him diving around in the sand like an idiot. The smug smile wiped from his face, his jaw now clenched in frustration as he grunted with effort every time he hit the ball.

You were on fire, un-fucking-stoppable. After a few more volleys, your team was winning, one point from game.

You wiped the back of your hand across your forehead and down your neck, flicking off the sweat that had pooled. You felt two sets of eyes on you, Tom’s and Rafe’s, but you didn’t care, laser focused on your next play. When you lifted off the ground, body stretching to reach for the ball, you threw every frustration into the hit, hand colliding with the ball as hard as it could. Rafe dove, but he couldn’t get it, he crashed down hard, sand flying in his face as he whiffed, and you won the game.

Your side of the net broke into cheers, high fiving and whooping obnoxiously. Tom approached the net to offer his sportsmanlike congratulations, but you didn’t notice him, already making your way towards Rafe, who still sat defeated on the ground, eyes burning from the sand.

He smiled as you approached, reaching out his hand, thinking you were gonna help him up. But you just stepped around him, bending down, lowering your voice so only he could hear as you said,

“Sorry, kid, but I’m better.”

You left him sitting there, hand reaching for nobody like an idiot, dumbstruck and down bad as you sauntered up the beach.

(chapter 2)

a/n: I know I literally just posted the prologue but I didn't want to wait to get into the actual story. I'd love to hear what you think and where you want to see the story go! xoxo

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[thousandmovieproject]

i've gotten good at bagging groceries

I’ve gotten good at bagging groceries. It’s not the sort of thing I’d brag about publicly but since it’s just us here I’ll take the confession a step further by saying this: I’ve gotten very good at bagging groceries. I wait until everything’s been rung up and there’s a great chaotic pile of delicious on the counter. Then I get to work on it. A real craftsman. I’m awful with road directions and…

[judespoets]

welcome to miami | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none

category: fluff

summary: jude and reader spend a quiet evening together on their little miami vacation

Jude and you were spending a lazy afternoon at the luxurious beachside resort in Miami.

Jude, looking relaxed in his colorful shorts, leaned back on the cabana's cushioned seat, holding a fresh coconut drink. You, wearing a bikini and large sunglasses, lounged next to him, basking in the sun's warmth.

"Miami really knows how to do beaches," Jude said, taking another sip of his coconut water. "This is perfect.

"Absolutely," you agreed, your eyes twinkling behind your sunglasses. "I could get used to this lifestyle."

Jude chuckled, setting his coconut aside. "Me too. It’s a nice change from the usual hustle."

You nodded, reaching out to playfully poke his arm. "You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard lately."

He smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "Thanks, babe. And you too. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate with university lately."

You shrugged with a smile. "It’s all worth it when I get to spend time with you like this."

You fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop.

After a while, you broke the silence. "You know that little café we found yesterday? The one with the amazing pastries?"

Jude’s face light up. "Yeah? That chocolate croissant was life-changing."

You laughed. "I think we should go back tomorrow morning. Start the day with another one of those croissants."

"Deal," Jude agreed. "We can make it a tradition. Every morning, a new pastry adventure."

You grinned. "I like the sound of that."

You continued chatting about your favorite moments from the trip so far.

Jude recalled your jet ski adventure, where you, despite your initial hesitation, ended up loving the speed and the spray of the ocean.

"I was terrified at first," you admitted, laughing at the memory. "But once we got going, it was so exciting."

"I knew you’d love it," Jude said, pride evident in his voice. "You’re braver than you think.

You smiled, leaning closer to him. "With you, I feel like I can do anything."

Jude wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. "Same here. You give me so much strength."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the beach, you decided to take a walk along the shore. Hand in hand, you strolled along the water’s edge, the waves gently lapping at your feet.

"This is paradise," you said softly, squeezing Jude’s hand. "I don’t ever want to leave."

Jude stopped and turned to face you, his expression serious yet tender. "We’ll take this with us, wherever we go. We’ll make our own paradise, every day."

Your eyes shined with emotion. "I love you, Jude."

"I love you too, Baby," he replied, leaning in to kiss you softly.

"Maybe next time we can explore Europe together," Jude suggested . "Visit some of my favorite spots."

Your face light up. "That sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to see more of Europe."

Jude nodded with excitement in his eyes. "We’ll make it happen. Just you and me, discovering new places."

You walked back to your cabana as the sky transitioned from gold to deep orange. You settled back onto the lounge chairs, sharing a blanket as the air cools slightly

"What should we do tonight?" You asked, resting your head on Jude’s shoulder.

Jude thought for a moment. "How about a quiet dinner by the beach? Just us and some good food.”

"Perfect," you agreed, your voice content.

You spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other’s company, the stress of your everyday lives melting away in the magic of your little Miami getaway.

[themultifanshipper]

Lando was up on the top step of the podium, lifting the 1st place trophy for the first time.

You were fuming.

My brain though of it, my fingers typed it,

Had a breakdown

Bon appétit

Warnings: this unhinged, like seriously unhinged, Lando is feral, smut, don't wanna spoil it too much but... spit, lots of spit, also cum, sort of public sex

Not that you weren't happy for him. You were basically joined at the hip, sometimes quite literally.

Neither of you wanted a relationship, too much of a hassle especially between two drivers, and that was fine, the friendship was as strong as ever and the sex was great! Who could ask for more?

So when he won, you watched Max and Charles almost waterboarding him on the podium, and the first thing you felt was unsurmountable pride and... joy... and-

and then the dread set in.

See, a couple of weeks before, at a party, Lando had made an offhand comment about him obviously winning a gp before you. He was just teasing but it still made your blood boil. So you made a bet to settle it. You genuinely didn't think Lando would be winning anything in 2024 so you bet that whoever won a race first, the other would get a tattoo in their honour.

Which was fine.

Except needles reaaally weren't your thing. You'd always wanted a few tattoos but never had the guts to go through with it.

Except it was a tattoo of your friend/rival/fuckbuddy/coworker.

Except now you didn't have a choice.

The reality of it started to set in at the club that night with Lando and Oscar. He hadn't mentioned the bet so far so you assumed he'd forgotten, but a bet is a bet, and out of principle you always honour your word.

So at the end of the night, when you were all well on your way to alcohol poisonning, you all said goodbye and went your seperate ways. But instead of going to bed you decided to look up tattoo parlours.

Turns out they are not hard to find in Miami.

So you did it, the alcohol dimming the pain as a small 'LN4' sat just next to your hip bone.

You forgot about it the next morning, barely remembering anything from last night at all. It's only when you had a shower the next day and passed naked in front of the mirror, that you froze and stared at it for like 20 minutes.

Oh god. You were pretty sure when you made the bet the tattoo was supposed to be like, on your arm or something, not... not that close to your private bits. Oh well.

Lando, as it turns out, had not stopped thinking about it. He didn't want to bring it up because he knew you were scared of needles and didn't want to pressure you. But ever since that bet he couldn't stop imagining you with his name inked into your skin and he was determined to see it happen. And well, as luck would have it he won the week after the bet, in Miami. It was fate.

But it went unmentioned for the whole week after Miami.

Two weeks after Miami, the week leading up to Imola, a few drivers (mainly the Monaco dwellers) decided to have a day at the beach. So you rang Lando to see if he wanted to have a sleepover, but weirdy he didn't seem to be in the mood, so you stuck to your own appartment for the night, only going the next day to pick him up.

You almost forgot that you hadn't told Lando about the tattoo until you were putting your bikini on. Incidentally it was bright orange. After all, orange is a great colour! It compliments every single skin tone. No wonder all the Mclaren employees look good.

As you ate breakfast in his kitchen you almost called out for Lando to tell him about it but he was in the shower. So you just waited for him to get ready, before swinging by Max's appartment so you could all go down together.

The others were already down there playing a probably unlawful version of volleyball and you really couldn't be bothered. So as Lando and Max joined them, you looked for the inevitable pile of bags and stuff, which was next to an empty lounge chair. Perfect. You put your towel on it, took you clothes off, and lay down in the sun.

Oscar arrived a little while later and put his bag next to yours, getting a water bottle out to drink from it. You were too comfortable to get up to hug him so you held out your fist for a fist bump.

"You know it's really not subtle." He said, eyeing your body as he drank. "I mean the orange looks fucking good, don't get me wrong but it- "

He stopped dead, wide eyes looking straight at your hip.

"But it what, Osc?"

He squinted at you "Is that what I think it is?"

"I don't know" you said coyly "why don't you take a closer look and check"

He leaned closer to you, mouth agape, hand gently going to hold your hip, thumb underling the tattoo.

He looked at you "Does he know? Has he seen it?"

"Nope" You smirked "Not yet"

He pulled back and stood up again, eyebrows dissappearing up his hairline. "Well, he's gonna lose his shit"

You only laughed in response as he turned and ran off to greet the others. Oh I know.

You both spent hours waiting. And I mean literal hours. You even went to join them splashing about in the water when they started climbing on each other's shoulders and pushing each other off like children. You were on Max's shoulders, trying and failing to push Charles off his perch and Lando was just watching. And he still hadn't noticed. He was either too oblivious or too respectful to look at your body. You and Oscar kept sending each other exasperated looks. Which he obviously didn't pick up on either.

So you gave up for the time being and decided to go back to your chair to get some more sun. Then it hit you.

You sat down, getting a container and your sunglasses out of your bag, and yelled towards the man "Lando! Come help me put my lotion on!"

He ran over immediately. So predictable. This had to work.

You were lying on your front so you asked him to start with your back and the back of your legs, his hands going a little higher than necessary, slowly squeezing your butt and smacking it gently to watch it wobble.

You could help but laugh. "You're a child! Okay let me turn over so you can do my front"

You turned and he sat down between your legs, your thighs draped over his on each side of the lounger. He squirted some cream on his hands and rubbed them together as he looked at your covered breasts and slipped his hands under the flimsy fabric, humming softly to himself. You closed your eyes and sighed, his large hands feeling incredible, massaging your skin.

You felt his hands go lower and lower until they suddenly froze, quiet gasp falling from his lips.

You struggled to keep a straight face, keeping your eyes closed behind your sunglasses. You asked innocently "What's wrong Lan?"

He didn't answer. The silence streched on. And on. Until you started to get a bit unsure of yourself so you opened your eyes.

The look on his face was indescribable. His mouth was agape, not unlike Oscar earlier, but all you saw on Lando from this angle was shock. He just stared, you could see the gears turning. It's a few seconds later, when he finally looked up at you that you also saw the hunger in his eyes. You almost moaned from the look alone. In the years of knowing him, and the short time you'd been fucking him, you'd never seen him look so intense. Like he actually wanted to eat you.

"Lando..." Your voice came out shaky "Are you okay? Do you-" You gulped "Do you like it?" You tried for a smile but it was unconvincing.

Eyes back on the tattoo, he slowly opened his mouth to say something but nothing would come out. You'd rendered Lando Norris completely speechless.

He leaned back a bit taking more of your body in as his right hand came to rest over your pubic bone. His thumb stroked gently over the fabric that only barely covered you. You were already on fire and the barely there pressure on your clit was torture.

"Lando, please say something" your voice was shaking.

His eyes went back to yours for a second before going back to the tattoo and increased the pressure on your clit.

You gasped and glanced around, the beach had become deserted as the sun was making it's way down the horizon, and the drivers seemed to have been swept further down the beach and were sitting around chatting. That's odd, why were they so far away? They should have come back by n-

You had a sudden thought. Oscar.

Thank fuck for Oscar Piastri.

The feeling of Lando's fingers sliding into you brought you back to the present and the searing heat between your legs. His right hand was still settled on you, applying a bit of pressure and thumb still rubbing your now exposed clit while the other hand pumped in and out of you, bikini lazily pushed to the side. He'd gone straight from one finger to three, not letting you adjust, and the stretch was delicious.

You couldn't help but notice he was still staring intently at his initials on your hip.

Just as you felt like you were going to start unraveling, he withrew his fingers and untied his shorts to pull his cock out. He was already leaking heavily, and he was panting as he finally got a hand around himself and started rubbing his tip along your folds. Still staring at the tattoo.

A second later he pushed inside without warning and you both moaned loud.

Thank god for Oscar Piastri, you though again as Lando started fucking into you at a brutal pace, hips and thighs slapping against yours. You were on cloud nine as his hand slithered up to hold your throat, not pressing for once, just holding you down, making sure you couldn't move as he had his way with you, as he took exactly what he wanted. You looked at him and he was still staring at that damn tattoo.

What had you done? You'd created a fucking monster.

He was railing you in public, while his friends were like 100 meters away. Fuck, the thought of that shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

As you were about to attempt speech again (which would probably have been futile anyway) he opened his mouth, and instead of finally breaking the silence, he let a line of spit land on your clit, dripping down onto his dick making the slide all the more pleasurable and the sight of it sending you into a delirious state.

Fuck, he'd never done that before. He then, the absolute madman, spat again, right on the tattoo.

You moaned and clenched around him, already impossibly close. He finally spoke for the first time when he growled out, voice raspy from disuse,

"Come on my fucking cock, now "

Your vision blacked out as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Clenching hard around him, but he wasn't deterred in the slightest as he just kept going, still refusing to look at you. You had barely recovered before another orgasm came creeping up on you. And the determined look on his face is what made you come for the second time, legs shaking around him.

You whimpered, oversensitive, when he carried on, undeterred by your orgasms, thumb spreading his spit over his initials, gazing at them longingly.

You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

He finally pulled out, hand working furiously over his cock as he finally came in spurts over your pussy, your stomach, covered your tattoo, and let out an uncharacteristically high pitched moan.

And during normal sex, you would have laughed at it, had it not been for the sight in front of you. Lando's spent cock sitting in a pool of his seed on top of his inked out initials. Panting hard. You looked at him and realised with a start that he was finally looking at you.

You both stared at each other for a moment, while he tried to catch his breath.

"Who do you belong to?"

You didn't even think before answering "You, Lando."

"Fuck, yeah, okay" he moaned, and hesitated as he glanced down, seemingly having only just noticed your orange bikini.

He took a gamble, eyes darting rapidly from your face to the fabric and back again, then rushed out an "I love you" before crashing your lips together. He didn't want to let go, scared of your answer, so you just put your arms around him and squeezed as hard as you could, to convey that the feeling was mutual.

Once you were both out of breath, he rested his forehead against yours and you stared at each other like that for a bit. Just existing comfortably in each other's space, breathing each other's air and sharing the first of many intimate moments.

After a while he laughed quietly before blurting out "Now that that's out of the way, do you have a pack of tissues, my love?"

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Title: Beaches and a dinner

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x wife!reader

Summary: You and Kylian enjoy a day in Miami

Warnings: A bit of suggestive content but nothing explicit.

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You stir from your sleep when you feel kisses planted on your upper back. One on your left shoulder blade, one on the nape of your neck, another one on your right shoulder blade, and finally the one placed behind your left ear pulls you completely from the clutches of sleep.

You turn to lie on your back and find your husband's smiling face hovering above you.

"Bonjour, mon amour," Kylian greets you as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Morning bébé," you respond with a hoarse voice.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks.

"Oui, and you?" you give him a sleepy smile.

"Oui," he pecks your lips.

Kylian knows you don't like it when he kisses you in the morning before you brush your teeth but he does it anyway. He lays his head on your breasts and your hand cradles the back of his head. You sigh as you feel him trace patterns on your stomach. You remain that way for a few minutes.

You stare at the window of the hotel where you can see the sun shining. You are in Miami for a much-needed vacation. Things have been hectic the past few months and you finally got a chance to take a break.

After a while, Kylian lifts his head to look at you, "you want to share a shower with me?" He asks.

"Okay," you say.

He lifts off the bed, pulls you with him and walks to the bathroom. He turns the water on and you both undress as you wait for the water to warm up.

But a shower is never just a shower with Kylian, and your moans of pleasure bouncing off the bathroom walls are proof of how much he craves you all the time.

After almost two hours, you walk out of the shower, balancing yourself against the wall cause your legs are still shaking from the steamy shower session.

When you are about to reach for a towel, a loud smack echoes through the bathroom and you feel a stinging sensation on your left butt cheek. Your head snaps to Kylian who has his hands on his waist and a proud grin on his face, water still dripping off his body.

He just spanked you.

You huff, squint your eyes at him and shake your head, not having the energy to scold him since he drained it in the shower.

You wrap a towel around your body and grab another to dry your braids. Kylian rips the towel around your body off and wraps it around his waist.

"Kyliaaaan," you whine and he laughs while exiting the bathroom.

When you finish getting ready, Kylian is dressed in a white tank top, orange shorts and an orange cap sits on his head.  You're dressed in black jeggings, a blue baggy t-shirt and a straw hat. Even though you are going to the beach, you've never liked showing skin, and although Kylian would love to see you in a bikini, the fact that what's underneath your clothes is strictly for his eyes only fills him with pride.

You grab a bag and put your phones, sunscreen, towels and anything else you might need inside. You head out of your hotel room and head to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. After eating you head to the beach.

Kylian is the most active of you two, going up and down the beach and taking pictures while you lay back on a sun lounger under an umbrella.

He throws himself on the lounger next to yours.

"Amour, you want to go in the water?" He asks.

"Definitely not. You know I can't swim Kylian," you say.

"Aww, come on. I'll be right there with you." He tries to convince you.

"Hm-hm," you refuse. "And besides, I'm still tired from the shower this morning. The water will just make it worse," you add.

Kylian snickers. You try to hit him but he quickly dodges. While he's an athlete with the stamina of a horse, you've never set foot in a gym so your lovemaking always left you worn out.

You close your eyes, trying to relax, but feel yourself being lifted in the air. Your hands automatically wrap around Kylian's neck as he carries you in the direction of the water.

"Kylian, what are you doing?" You shreak.

"Having fun with my wife," he grins at you, "we didn't come to the beach so you could sleep the whole time."

"Kylian," you call his name but he ignores you.

You try to get out of his arms but he's too strong. In no time, you feel the cold ocean water make contact with your body and you cling to him.

"Kylian!" you scream and he laughs.

He puts you down and the water reaches just below your bust.

"See, this is fun," he splashes you with water and laughs.

You try to act mad but can't hide the smile on your face. You end up playing in the water, splashing each other and Kylian chasing you all over the place. Your laughter echoes on the beach. This is the most fun you've had in months.

By the time you get out of the water, the sun is hanging low in the sky, casting a beautiful orange glow on the water. Your wet clothes cling to you as you take a few pictures of the scene. A breeze hits you and you shiver. As you look at the pictures you just took, a towel wraps around your shoulders.

Kylian rubs your arms over the towel as he stands behind you. He kisses behind your right ear and squeezes your shoulders.

"Are you alright, mon amour?" He asks.

You turn around to face him.

"Never better," you smile.

"Good," he kisses you. The kiss is long and salty due to the ocean water you both got in your mouths.

He breaks the kiss and pecks you multiple times all over your face causing you to giggle.

"Let's go, we have a dinner reservation at 19:00," he says.

He pulls you to where you left your belongings, and you pack up, then head back to the hotel.

When you arrive you take a shower, alone this time. Even though Kylian tried to join you, you locked him out of the bathroom.

By the time Kylian gets out of the shower you are already dressed. He whistles when he lays his eyes on you.

You are wearing a knee-length evening dress that hugs your body, revealing the curves that are constantly hidden under sweatpants and loose t-shirts.

Kylian walks over to you and grabs your waist before his hands fall to your curves.

"Amour, you look beautiful." He complements you.

"Thank you, my love," you blush.

He tries to kiss you but you put your palm against his mouth.

"Kylian, we are going to be late," you giggle at the confused look he gives you.

He rolls his eyes and steps away from you. He quickly dries himself, puts on lotion and gets dressed. He puts on the cologne he knows you like so much.

When you are both done, Kylian takes many pictures of you. He knows you don't dress up often so he wants to cherish this moment.

"Kylian let's go,"  you giggle as he keeps on snapping pictures.

"Just one more chérie," he keeps on saying.

An alert on his phone is what finally stops him.

"The car is here," he says.

"Okay, then, let's go," you say.

Kylian puts his phone and wallet in his pocket. You grab your purse in one hand and hold Kylian with the other.

The restaurant he takes you to is in the heart of Miami. It looks very posh so you assume a lot of celebrities come here.

"Reservation for Kylian Mbappé," your husband says to the host.

"Right this way," the man leads you to your table.

He hands you your menus and asks if you would like anything but you ask for time.

Kylian holds your hand across the table.

"Did you enjoy today?" He asks.

"Yes, I did," you say. You can't help the smile that spreads on your face.

"I'm glad to hear that," he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand.

"What about you, mon mari? We both know you needed this holiday more," you say.

"I did, and it's even better that you are here with me," he smiles.

You finally decide on what to eat and place your orders. You continue talking as you wait for your food, reflecting on the past few months and how much things have changed. How much your love has grown over the years.

Your food arrives and you dig in. You find yourself looking at Kylian and wondering how you got so lucky.

He lifts his eyes from his plate and catches you staring. He wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"What is it, amour?" He asks amused.

"Nothing. I'm just wondering how I got so lucky to find someone like you," you confess.

"I'm the lucky one here," he says.

"I love you, Kylian," you say wholeheartedly. "Even though it scares me sometimes, I wouldn't trade our love for anything."

"I love you too, mon amour. And I'm glad that out of all the men in this world you chose me to spend the rest of your life with," he kisses your knuckles.

You smile at him one more time before focusing on your food again.

"You know what? You are too far." You hear him say.

Kylian stands up, moves his chair from across you and places it right next to yours.

"There, that's better. Right?" He grins at you.

"Right," you laugh.

"Good," he pecks your cheek.

He pulls his plate in front of him, and you both enjoy the rest of your dinner, talking and laughing.

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[moonshynecybin]

if you could typecast the grid as stereotypical americans who would be who? (idk if i'm making any sense) but for example bezz gives very cali stoner energy.

god this one is hard because they are all so stunningly european. truly. american men do not act like that. the jean tightness alone. ummm. okay let’s start with the easy ones

pecco: pecco is from a suburb like three hours from chicago and he tells everyone he’s from chicago. framed bulls jerseys on the wall etc

pedro acosta: someone said baseball player from north carolina and yeah. i can imagine bumping into this guy at cookout. like he’s giving charlotte/macklenberg county. serving gastonia. he went to nc state with my friend thomas and he has strong basketball opinions.

bez: califoniaaaaa you’re right. of the surfer or skater variety… either way he’s in baggy as fuck clothes skulking around outside kicking it whenever he can. eating a sandwich

vale: new jersey. my trashy italian american clown princess

mav: screams boston 2 me

aleix: too european im being real. insane amounts of european. kind of breaking my brain sooo im not assigning him one

enea: gay ass san fran guy with his lil dog. walkin around the castro the dog gets hot. he picks up the dog. gay pride flag in the background. i cheer. he’s drinking espresso that costs fourteen american dollars. that’s like 12.50 euro google is telling me

casey stoner: this bitch is from vermont

luca: right across the river from vale in new york citayyyy… i think he would thrive in an environment where he doesn’t look insane wearing something very elegant and a lil dressier. like you can’t really do that in idk. most of the south or midwest or southwest or— anyways we’re sending him to nyc

jorge martin: i COULD see him hanging out in florida but like slutty florida not trashy florida. just on a beach in miami in the tiniest shorts imaginable with aleix comma also there europeanly. idk

joan mir: LOUSIANA. need to take his pissy ass to the bayou.

jack miller: attended the university of alabama and was perhaps too invested in SEC football culture. i would end this by saying roll tide for comedy but that would make me gag here in real life. anyways

marc and alex. hmmmmmmm. i could see outside austin texas as that seems 2 be hallowed ground for marc lol. alternatively. kentucky. horse boys. this is another hard one i’m open to suggestions here cuz nothin is jumping out at me tbh

franky: seems into mindfulness in a way that is giving seattle. runs a bookstore with REALLY good staff picks. big ass armchairs HUGE used book section that smells good. sitting there petting the store cat in a flannel with the sleeves rolled up. sipping his coffee. works nights at the local bar sometimes. who said that.

brad binder: denver.

[episodes-ff]

Hasta El Fuego

Diamonté

Continuing to stare me down, I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. “Armando, let my hands go. I won’t hit you anymore, I promise.” I said lowly as his grip got tighter. Leaning close to me, he stared deep into my eyes making me even more nervous. "So I see you like to put your hands where they don't belong?" He seethed in my ear sending chills up my spine as his cologne danced around my nostrils. "Oh? So you don't fucking hear me asking you a question, Diamonté?" Nodding rapidly, I looked up at him with fearful eyes as he smirked gently before grabbing me by my throat tightly. Gasping and trying to fight back, he chuckled before flexing his jaw and bringing me closer. “If you ever put your hands on me again, you will live to regret it. Do I make myself clear, Cariño?”

Even threatening me, his voice made my insides swirl with each breath. “Yessss.” I croaked struggling to talk as he continued holding my neck in his vice grip. “Good.” He declared sternly before letting me go. Coughing harshly, I held my throat before glaring up at him as he gave me a look daring me to put my hands on him again. Trying to recollect my thoughts, I closed my eyes for a brief moment before opening them again as I felt a cold metal against my wrists. “What the fuck, Armando?” I rasped as I looked at the handcuffs on me. “Shut up and start walking. You thought I was gonna let that hitting shit slide, huh? Walk.” He spat dragging me towards the door. “But my bag! I need my phone!” “Aye, callate. Shut the fuck up, Diamonté.” He demanded as I huffed.

Being walked to the door with a pout, I frowned even more when we made it outside the club to see news crews everywhere. I just know I’m getting a call from my mom in the morning. Pushing past the reporters as they tried interviewing me and the other girls being escorted out, he sent a nod to his people before walking me to my truck. “So we’re really not getting my bag?” I asked with a child-like nervousness, afraid of what he would say next. “You’re just a glutton for punishment these days, I see.” He scoffed before forcing me into the passenger seat and buckling me in. “I can drive my own c-“ Watching him send me another warning glance, I gulped before gasping as he gripped my thigh and sped off.

Gliding down the highway, we cruised in silence as I looked out the window planning my escape. “Don’t even think about it.” “How did you even find me?” “None of your fucking business, sweetheart.” “Why do you keep doing that?” “Doing what?” “That! When did you become so… cold?” Sending me the coldest side eye, I retreated into my seat already knowing the answer. “Never mind.” Continuing the ride to my place, I swallowed my pride at knowing I needed to tell him about our son. “Armando, I-“ “I was gonna propose to you, you know? I was actually gonna do it that night funny enough. I had it all planned out too. We were gonna go cruising around Miami and I was gonna take you on this big shopping spree. Whatever you wanted. Then we would have a dinner, a beautiful dinner with my family and yours on the beach. And then when everything was said and done, I was going to give you this.” He explained pulling out a green velvet box with a gorgeous ring inside of it. Dropping my jaw, I teared up as I looked up and saw the silent tears already covering his cheeks as he drove silently. “Baby, I-“ “I’m not your fucking baby.” He spat swerving into my driveway and halting the car.

Armando

Hopping out of the truck, I walked to her side and opened the door. Watching me with tear strained eyes, she stepped out silently and walked to the front door. “Key is in the flower pot.” She said just above a whisper as I inspected and unlocked the door. Taking my keys out of my pocket, I uncuffed her wrists and turned to leave. “Armando?” She whimpered softly with yearning. Turning back to her, I softened at the sight of her cries. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Armando. I really am. You hurt me that day, but that’s no excuse for what I did. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused and I hope you can forgive me some day.” She sobbed quietly as I tried not to break. Closing the distance between us, I grazed her cheek and engulfed her in a longing kiss. Holding her body as close as I possibly could, I rubbed and squeezed on her soft and juicy ass, her moans dancing against my eardrums as a result.

Lifting her up into my arms, her toned legs found their natural place around my waist as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Stumbling up the stairs, I carried her to her bedroom, tossing our clothes in the process as our mouths got reacquainted. Laying her on the bed, I removed my tank top and threw it before doing the same to my pants as we admired each other. She still looked so beautiful to me. Skin as radiant as ever, her lips as juicy as fresh picked strawberries, eyes still piercing souls with a simple glance. I can only imagine how much tighter my pussy has gotten.

Halting my thoughts at her pussy, I frowned up as she looked on curiously. “What happened? What’s wrong?” She quipped sitting up. “You gave my pussy away.” I seethed remembering how we barged in on her and ole buddy getting their rocks off. Growling lowly, I fumed before pulling her up and swinging her over my shoulder. Walking into her bathroom, I sat her on the counter before starting a nice hot shower. “I understand the shower, but come on! It’s been almost 5 years, I know you’ve slept around, Aretas.” “You can’t sleep around in prison, bebita.” “What?” She uttered softly. “You were in prison, Armando?” “There’s a lot you didn’t know about me.” I answered quietly as I ushered her in to wash off the presence of another man.

Stepping in behind her, we took a silent shower together, each of us lathering and washing our problems away. Leaning back against the shower wall, I closed my eyes as more memories of that haunting day crept to the forefront of my mind. Feeling her small hands on my chest, my eyes shot open as I looked down at her and spotted her dreamy bedroom eyes. “Wh-What are y-“ “Shhhhhh.” She hushed me with her gaze. “Just relax.“ She smiled gently before slowly reaching down and massaging my dick her hands. Groaning, I bit my lip in searing pleasure as she jerked and rubbed my pulsing cock. “Fuckkkkk.” “Let me take the pain away.” She pleaded in my ear as I dripped with the sweet pre cum that only she could create. Kneeling before me, I watched in anticipation as she licked her beautiful lips and attached them to the tip. Licking down to the base of my dick, I hissed and her lips found their way back up. Finally taking me into her mouth, she slurped and sucked as my knees buckled. I’ve had head from her before, but never like this.

Holding the bar on her wall for support, I moaned as she pleasured me beyond belief. Pulling her up to me, I kissed her deeply and lifted her up in the air again. Slowly lowering her on my dick, I bit my lip as she moaned softly biting my neck. “Fuck I missed your pussy, bebita.” “Ohhhh my god! Yessss, Armando.” Cutting off the shower finally, I held her close still penetrating her love as she whimpered and clung to me. Carrying her back to her bed, I sat with her in my lap caressing her cheek as I bit my lip. “I love you so much, mi vida. I’ve never stopped loving you.” I pleaded in tears as she rode me so lovingly. “I never meant to make you cry those years ago. I hate myself every day for it. Por favor encuéntralo en tu corazón para perdonarme.” I pleaded for forgiveness as I kissed and sucked on her neck. Nodding breathlessly, she kissed me deeply as her love tightened around my dick signaling that she was close to her climax. “I love you, Diamonté. “I love you too, Armando.” She moaned grinding against me before shaking fiercely as she succumbed to her orgasm. Holding her close, I clenched her ass closer as I released into her, my own body shaking as well. “Shiiittttt.” Staring up at her with low eyes, we shared a gentle kiss as I flipped her over and cuddled up to her. Kissing her forehead, I wrapped us up in her comforter as we fell asleep for the night.

**THE NEXT MORNING**

Stirring groggily, I stretched before feeling warmth next to me. Almost jumping out of the bed, I quickly realized where I was and relaxed. Looking down at her, I smiled gently as I admired her in her sleep. Leaning down, I kissed her sweet lips. “Mmmm. Good morning.” “Good morning, baby girl.” I said as she smiled and looked deeply into my eyes. “Armando?” “Yes, mi amor?” “I-I have to tell you something.” She said looking down fearfully. “What’s wrong, bebita?” “I-“ Ding Dong! Looking up toward the door, she motioned for me to hold on before grabbing her robe and heading to the door.

Hearing bickering coming from the front, I pulled on my boxers. Creeping up to investigate as I saw Diamonté and her mother arguing, I tried sliding out of view when my eyes landed on a little boy with headphones on watching a tablet. Furrowing my eyes at the child, I studied him as he ignored the arguing before him and focused on his activities. Getting caught up in his features, I looked up when I heard my name mentioned. “It’s bad enough you’re doing all this stripping, Diamonté. Now you’re on the news with Armando? How did you two even get in touch with each other? Does he even know about his son?” She fussed harshly as my eyes went wide before returning back to the little boy. My son? “What?” I spoke up making my presence known. “Oh wonderful! He’s here! Father of the year.” Her mother spat. “What is going on?” “What’s going on is I’m done being your backup, Diamonté. Armando has decided to grace us with his presence so let him be your support from now on. I’m done.” She preached before sitting his bag down, going over to kiss the boy on the forehead and slamming the front door.

Watching her hold her head in her hands, she looked back up at me with pleading eyes. “I was trying to tell you earlier before she came over, but I guess this is how you have to find out. Armando, I’m so sorry. I can explain all of this.” She rushed out as she came closer to me afraid of my potential reaction. Nodding with understanding eyes, I gave her a hug before speaking. “What’s his name?” “Armando Damon Aretas, Jr. We call him Papi though.” She smiled as we observed the child sitting peacefully on his device. “Can I meet him?” I asked just above a whisper as she noticed the tears threatening to fall from my pupils. “Of course you can, baby.” She smiled wiping my eyes as I nodded clenching my jaw. Hugging me again, she rubbed my back in comfort. “Papito? Mommy has a friend she’d like you to meet.” She said getting the boy’s attention as he looked up at me. “Hello!” “Ugh, uh, hi little guy. What you watching?” “Batman. I’m gonna be a superhero one day.” He smiled striking a pose as I went to sit next to him. “Oh really?” “Yea, I wanna be a police officer when I get bigger. Like… like Mike Lowrey!” He cheesed turning back to his iPad.

Chuckling, I let some tears escape as I rubbed his scalp. “Ohhh, I bet he’d love to hear that.” “You know Mike Lowrey?!” He asked in excitement as I nodded. “Sí. El es mi padre.” I stated as I looked up at her shocked face. Nodding at her in confirmation, I sent my attention back to him. “Really?! That’s so cool! I bet he’s really awesome.” “He is, little man. He definitely is.” “Wait!” He paused looking up as he set his tablet down. “You never told me your name, dude! How are we gonna be friends if I don’t know your name?” He questioned cutely as my heart melted. Chuckling deeply at his vibrant personality, I cleared my throat and sat up proudly. “My name is Armando as well.” “Really?! Just like mine!” He exclaimed high fiving me. “Can I tell you something else, Papi?” Nodding, I leaned down and cupped his ear. “I’m your papa.” Gasping he stared up at me in shock before hugging me tightly and crying in my arms. “I know, son, I know. I’m right here.” I cried cradling him into my arms and wiping his cheeks. I’ll never forget this day…

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07/01-02/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Gizmo Darby; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Adopt Our Crew Charity Raffle Results; Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week ; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Never Left Podcast; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

== Gizmo Darby ==

Rhys has been active posting about Gizmo on Facebook!

Source: Rhys Darby's Facebook Stories

== Rhys Darby ==

MORE TURAL commercials! Please don't stop Rhys, these are so much fun.

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika out cooking with Andy Hearnden!

Source: FloodyWastaken's Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

Okay so this isn't exactly a Chaos Dad Sighting, but it IS a sighting of David and Kinga's new pup SimoneLeBone.

Source: David Jenkins Instagram

== Kristian Nairn ==

Some more shots of Kristian from his trip to Yorkshire Comic Con

Source: stuwhittaker_photography Instagram

== Jes Tom ==

Some shots of Jes at their show Corporate Pride!

Source: Jes Tom's Instagram

== Vico Ortiz ==

Guess who's coming to Florida Supercon 2024? You guessed it! Vico! It'll happen in Miami Beach, FL, July 12-14, 2024. To buy tickets, visit: floridasupercon.com

Source: Vico Ortiz' Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Guess who else is going to be at Florida SuperCon? Samba! Once again, it'll be at Miami Beach, FL, July 12-14, 2024. To buy tickets, visit: floridasupercon.com

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Adopt Our Crew Raffle Winners ==

Adopt Our Crew's Charity Raffle Winners have been pulled! Wanna see if you've won? Visit any of @adoptourcrew's socials! Tumblr / Instagram / Twitter

Source: AdoptOurCrew Tumblr

== Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week ==

I ran out of image space last issue but I wanted to highlight some more fabulous work-- this time check out @watercolourcritters and their fun and adorable submissions for @garlicsoupweek! I absolutely adore the sweet tenderness in each drawing. I also can't get over the awkward family photo, it made my day <3 Feel free to check them out over on their tumblr or Instagram | Etsy | Tip Jar!

Source: @watercolourcritters Tumblr

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

The darling @melvisik gave us yet another fantastic crew member tonight, Nancy Hennah! She's also an "Emmy submission (Outstanding Period or Fantasy/Sci-Fi Make Up for Calypso's Birthday) P.S. Did not know she and Ra were married!" Also, thank you to @xray-vex for mentioning, she's the fantastic crew member that brought Ed's Tattoos to life!

Source: Melvisik's Twitter

= Never Left Podcast =

Episode 24 is out! This week they're talking about Ed and Physical Touch! Check them out on Spotify or at on their https://linktr.ee/neverleftpodcast!

Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

New mini episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction - this time Murders at the Inn by ahopelessnecromantic! Read by Carly Heath. You can find it on your favorite listening platform on their https://linktr.ee/ofmff!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Loves Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. It's been a rough couple days for everyone, everyone I talk to is either not sleeping or having a bit of a rough time of it. Please remember to get some rest. Take a break, drink some water, step away from the computer, and go outside for a while. If you can, sit in the sun for a few minutes, take your shoes off and run them through some grass. Remember that the world is still turning, and it is lovely, and it is beautiful, and so are you.

Take care of yourselves lovelies <3

Some love notes from thelatestkate:

Source: The Latest Kate's Tumblr

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Just a reminder one of the reasons we love this show. Those smiles <3 Today's gif courtesy of @livelovecaliforniadreams!