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[mangaworld]

[blushingguy]

Honey Trouble/ 허니 트러블 by Morak

[faithful91]

𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞

𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢: 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦

[galacticcountdown]

319 days until May the 4th!

[amusedarcher]

Oh dear Morak, please have mercy 🥵

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News - Aggiornamento per "Honey Trouble"

Dal suo profilo X ufficiale, MORAK, autrice di "Honey Trouble", fa sapere ai lettori che la pubblicazione dei capitoli della seconda stagione della sua opera è prevista per quest'anno, ma la data effettiva di pubblicazione non è stata ancora confermata.

[sonyday]

AAAA, não supero a beleza, os traços da desenhista é coisa d e outro mundo 🩷🩷🩷🩷❤️‍🩹‼️‼️💜

[raurquiz]

#otd #startrek    #voyager #Prophecy #janeway #chakotay #tuvok #kim #paris #belannatorres #7of9 #emh #neelix #klingon #tgreth #morak #kohlar #chrega #startrek56 @startrekonpplus https://www.instagram.com/p/CoXi3TSO8fl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[romanarose]

Cola

Chubby!Francisco Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Frankie loves how you taste so sweet…. “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola”

Content and warnings: Pussy eating like a mad man, ass eating, madly in love, desperately horny, feral Frankie, object insertion, fucked with a foreign object, don’t do this at home, premature ejaculation 💕

Immersivity: reader is AFAB and wears dresses, uses she/her

A/n: inspired by all them pics of Pedro in the Coca Cola shirt… yummy. Finals are DONE and it’s time for my return after a month of no fics!

Special thanks to @hornystan for proofreading and @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for this amazing header! Thank you for making my return so special

Support writers, reblog and comment!

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Surely, this was what heaven was like.

Sprawling green meadows and rolling hills, your handsome husband flying you out on a helicopter to a private property. A wicker basket full of a picnic he packed himself had been tossed aside in favor of you humping Frankie’s leg as you both laid on the quilted blanket.

“Baby,” Frankie chuckles, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched up a little as you peppered his scruffy beard with kisses. Sunshine warmed your back in your red sundress, Frankie’s large hands pushing it up and over the swell of your ass cheeks. “We haven't even had lunch yet.”

“Don’t care, need you.” You mutter between kisses, desperately rutting against your dear lover like a bitch in heat.

“But the ice will melt!”

“Don’t. Care.” You kiss his sweet, pudgy face covered in salt and pepper facial hair. “Need. You.”

Frankie laughs again, but his strong arms lift you off his full tummy. “Baby, it’s hot out,” he smiles and sits up, prompting you to do the same despite your cute little pout. “C’mon, have a drink.” He reached into the basket where a few cola bottles sat in a tin bucket? full of ice next to some sandwiches and fruit he cut up himself, just for you. Sweet, sweet man. You packed his favorite, homemade red velvet cupcakes. The cream cheese icing was sitting in the iced tin along with the cola, ready to be added to the cupcakes, nice and chilled.

He opens a bottle, placing the lid inside the basket, careful not to litter, but you don’t drink right away. Instead, you watch as his hands flex to open another bottle, tilting his head back to chug it. His profile was immaculate. Your eyes scan down, taking in the curve of his nose, his softened jawline, plush lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle… but quickly move to his throat. He was a marvel, Adam's apple bobbing and a small trickle of cola down his neck…

With a refreshed, “ah!” Frankie places his trash in the basket, folds in his creasing stomach twisting as he turns. When he looked back, his eyes went wide. First, his eyes went to your discarded panties. Then to you. There you sat, legs spread open and bent, holding your coke bottle in one hand and pumping your desperate, needy pussy with the other. “Jesus, baby…” He licks his lips and you lament the leftover sweetness on his skin wicked away before your tongue could taste how the sugar mixed with his sweat.

“Frankie…” You whine, desperate and mewling for his touch, your desire so intense there was no way you could wait for lunch to end. No way in hell. Tears pricked at your eyes from the burn of the sun and the overwhelming need you had for him. It was always like this with Francisco, intense and burning and all-consuming even after all these years. It didn’t matter, you still fucked like there was no one else on the planet. To him, and certainly to you, there wasn’t.

Frankie mumbled a swear under his breath, his own chest heaving and already tight pants growing tighter. He orders you to lay down and like a good girl, you obey but he stops you. Frankie takes off his hat and plops it down on your head. “For your eyes.” With that, he kisses your lips and you get to taste the lingering traces of his drink. Then, he pushes you down.

*

You clutch the cold, undrank coke bottle in one hand, Frankie’s sweaty brown curls in the other, the bill of his hat protects your eyes from the sun. You were two orgasms in, drenched in sweat and probably smelling terrible, but he didn’t care.

“Baby?” Frankie asked, making your eyes flick down to him. His eyes were wide and wet, intense and brown. Fuck, he was handsome.

You’re panting, but answer him. “Yeah?”

“I’m real thirsty…”

Normally, you would assume he’s talking about wanting to drink your cum, lap at your pussy as you squirt all over him, hips bucking against his mustache… but honestly, it was hot and you assumed he wanted a drink.

“Here” You hand him the coke bottle in your hands sweetly, sitting up as you do but Frankie orders you to lie down as he grabs it.

You look at him confused but do as he says. Frankie always took care of you, you trusted him, so you laid back down on the heavy quilt, feeling the grass move under the weight of your head.

Knelt before you, Frankie looked a bit of a mess. His curls were all over the place, brown curls every which way, as sweaty as his beard was wet. It wasn’t even that hot a day, but you were working up an appetite.

“You belong to me, right?” He asks you, eyes roaming over your body up and down in your pretty sundress. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, like it was taking everything in him right now not to pounce on you like a werewolf. Francisco’s hands move up and down your bent legs, a sheen of sweat gliding them down, fingernails lightly digging into the meat of you r thighs as if only a thread of sanity was preventing him from digging his claws in and making you subject to his insatiable hunger.

“Yeah baby.” You whisper, breathy but without hesitation. “Every inch.”

Francisco's eyes were locked into yours, pupils black as night, threatening to swallow the whites of his eyes. “Tilt your hips up for me.”

Confused but obedient, you feel your brows furrow as you reach under yourself and hold your hips up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his, not if you tried, his hands so steady and sure he didn’t even need to look down as he slowly inserted the tip of the opened coke bottle into your tight hole. You gasped, though not so much at the intrusion; his fingers hadn’t stretched you yet, but you were used to taking his whole cock. No, the bottle was cold. Not freezing, not after being out of the ice a few minutes, but cold. Francisco pauses, eyebrows cocked in a question of your comfort.

You didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

With a growl, it takes everything in him not to shove the full bottle straight up your cunt, but he knows better. Instead, he took his time. The first time he inserted the foreign object. Once he knew you were okay, all bets were off. Francisco vigorously pumped you, forcing your eyes to tear away from his as you lost yourself in pleasure, feeling the cool drink pour into your channel.

“Such a needy little pussy… she’s so desperate, isn’t she? She just needs to be stretched and filled all the time…”

“Fuck! Frankie! Shit, that feels - ohmyfuckinggod - so good! You feel so good, fuck, I love you so m- shit!” You were approaching a third orgasm, the fizzing of the carbonation a strange sensation in your sensitive insides, and his cock hasn’t even been inside you yet. Frankie couldn’t stop staring at your pussy, licking his lips and palming the erection in his jeans. He had so far been neglected, edging himself in order to bring you, and subsequently him, as much pleasure as possible. Your pleasure was his, your lust was his, your pretty cunt was his to do as he pleased. He could play games with you, shove whatever he wanted into whatever holes and you’d let him… but Frankie didn’t get off on humiliation, he got off on you.

He watched your pussy lips repeatedly swallow the bottle, bits of coke and cum leaking out of you as he began to overwhelm your body. His hand squeezed his dick, throbbing in his pants and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d have to recuperate and fuck your face into the grass after lunch. Right now, though… he was thirsty.

Frankie yanked your hands out from under you, pulling the bottle out as you whimper and feel the leftover spill all over your pussy and thighs. That would be annoying later, but that didn’t matter now, not when your loving, adorable husband was dropping to his stomach and latching his lip around your hole. Frankie was drinking coca cola out of your cunt.

He lapped and sucked and licked and drank, the pop fizzling out on your pussy lips as Francisco, whining and crying into your cunt as he came, desperately licked every inch of you. He needed to make this last, he needed to taste every drop, tasting your thighs for the sweet you were so desperate to suck off his lips a moment ago. His tongue was impossible to please, spreading your asscheeks to taste what had trickled down. Only when he seemed to run out of energy, his orgasm satiated, did he slow. You could feel the wetness from his eyes on your lips.

“I just love you so fucking much.” He kissed your swollen, fucked out pussy and closed his eyes, head resting on your thigh as his eyes drooped. He must’ve really tuckered himself out. “So sweet for me.”

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Please consider reblogging, if this flops I’ll scream

Inspo comes from Ozzie’s amazing Joel fic, beer bottle insertion

If this does well I’ll write part 2 with reader licking that cream cheese off his dick….

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me through a difficult month, it has not always been easy between school, and everything that happened, but I got through it and I’m looking forward to something new. I finished up all my assignments and papers even though it was absolute chaos lol and now all I have left is a couple online next semester and then I graduate. 💕💕💕💕

Each and everyone of you so so much, please take care of yourselves!

[dindjarindiaries]

Ooh what about "Sweetheart, you're burning up! Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?" With Din getting the comfort because that man deserves it 😭

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "Sweetheart, you're burning up! Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?"

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You glanced over your shoulder as the door to your bedroom opened. Din stood there in his loungewear, a rare outfit that was becoming more common in this home of yours. It made you smile, along with the exhaustion he felt safe enough to show you as he shuffled closer to where you were in the kitchen.

"Good morning." Your voice was warm as you greeted him. You turned back to the caf that had just finished and poured it into two mugs. When you were done, you handed one off to Din. "I think this is the first time I've ever gotten up before you."

Din huffed and almost immediately cleared his throat. You raised your brow, but thought nothing else of it as he raised the corner of his mouth in amusement. "Probably."

Your brow knit together as you heard his voice. It was hoarser than usual, but you had also seen the exhaustion on his face. He must have had a deeper sleep than usual. "I didn't hear you and Grogu get in last night."

Din considered the caf in his hand and shrugged as he looked at it. "Didn't want to wake you up."

You narrowed your eyes at him. His cheeks were flushed, more so than usual, and there was a light missing in his brown gaze. You stepped up to him and held your hand against his cheek, and as much as you wanted to smile at the sight of him leaning into your touch, the shock you felt at the warmth of his skin took over.

Your hand moved from his cheek to his forehead, brushing back some of his hair as you did so. You clicked your tongue and furrowed your brow at him.

"Sweetheart, you're burning up!" You set down your caf and held his face with both hands. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?"

Din's gaze fell from yours as he shrugged. "I'm fine. I'm just a bit..." he held a breath, "tired."

"Din." You took his mug and set it down for him. "How long have you been feeling sick?"

Din sighed, and he leaned into you when you began to hold him again. "I didn't sleep when Grogu and I were away. I was too worried about keeping watch." His shoulders sagged as his eyes fluttered closed. "I think it caught up to me."

"Yeah?" You let out a worried sigh and ran your knuckles along his burning cheek. "I think so, too." You gestured with your head back towards the bedroom. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."

Din reopened his eyes and parted his lips to protest.

"Don't even try to argue with me right now, Din Djarin." You set your finger near his lips and raised your brow. "You're going to rest until you're better. That's an order."

The corners of Din's mouth began to rise at that. "Fine." He let you take him by the hand back to the bedroom. "But I can still help you—."

"Nope." You gave his hand a squeeze and lifted the covers of the bed for him. "You're gonna stay right here."

Din let out a dramatic exhale and kneaded the bed as he sat upon it. "I'm not very good at that."

You tilted your head at him. "Then it's something we'll work on." You set up his pillows for him and urged him to lay against them before you drew up the covers around him. "Wait here." You pressed your lips against his warm forehead. "Okay?"

Din's smile grew at your warm affection. "Okay."

You left the room and you were quick in fixing a quick breakfast for him, along with some remedies you had always found useful over the years. You soon returned with Din's breakfast, caf, and the other remedies, and you sat on his side of the bed as you offered them to him.

Din furrowed his brow at you. "You didn't have to..." he paused to sneeze into his arm, "do all this."

"But I want to, so please let me."

You held the side of his face and went in for a kiss, but Din stopped you by setting his hand between your mouths. "Cyar'ika," he shook his head, "I'll get you sick."

You grinned at him. "I don't care."

Din exhaled a worried breath, but even he couldn't resist the sweet affection, a remedy better and certainly more effective than any of the others you had brought him.

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[mangaworld]

[blushingguy]

Honey Trouble/ 허니 트러블 by Morak

[romana-after-dark]

I cannot thank @stealyourblorbos for this amazing piece, I could not be more happy with it!!!! And thank you so so much as I was able to pay piece by piece as my finances changed unexpectedly. Your patience and kindness is so appreciated

This is a picture of what me and my readers of Room’s on Fire call “Flower Crown Frankie”

Room’s on Fire is a dark queer Triple Frontier story featuring reader and all 4 TF boys, her marriage to them as the Madonna of the Delta cult commune, the various relationships between the men, mostly FishBen and FishPope, two fathers love for their daughters, forbidden elder gay love, brainwashing, cheating, polyamory, bisexuality, delusions, faux godhood, and so, so much more.

Reader, or Madonna as she is called, has a special meadow with Francisco where she and him with waste hours making love, sleeping, laughing, and picking flowers together. Francisco plays the part of the god of nature, and Madonna love to make flower crowns for his hair

The color symbolism is important here.

The flowers in his hair are blue red and yellow. Blue is will’s color, yellow is Ben’s, and red is Santiago‘s.

On his wrist, however, you can see white and green ribbons intertwined. Madonna’s color is white while Francisco is green.

In the story, Madonna is a painter, and in the last chapter references made to a painting of Francisco, where he’s in the middle with flowers in his hair and her view when she’s straddle on top of him as they make love

This is the picture in question

Please show some love to this fantastic artist for their beautiful portrait of our favorite soft boy Frankie 💕💕💕

[thefrogdalorian]

Really enjoyed today's episode aah. It was tense with plenty of action, even a little lighthearted moment between Phee and Crosshair.

But as usual this show rips your heart out... the sense of dread I felt for poor Omega at the end...

ANYWAY sudden urge to rewatch Chapter 15 of The Mandalorian...

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NUOVA STORIA BL IN ARRIVO SU BOMTOON!

Su BOMTOON è in arrivo un nuovo manhwa BL realizzato da MORAK, stessa autrice di “The Unquenchable Mr. Kim”!

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[turkwriter]

Missing him (Migs Mayfeld) today