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hellishjoel · 6 months

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hello, hi, kry here. i was wondering if mayhaps you would consider writing me a smutty little one-shot for either frankie or joel. it's my birthday tomorrow and i would love to read something by my fave writer on here. okie byeeee! love you <3

happy birthday, princess

2k // pairing: frankie morales x birthday girl!reader

summary: in an attempt to lift your spirits after having to work on your birthday, Frankie takes you to the beach to spend the evening together.

warnings: MA 18+ (minors DNI), frankie fucking morales, smut, swearing, pet names, fingering (f! receiving)

A/N: happiest of birthdays kry! this message made me tear up, I'm so lucky to have you as part of my community. happy 24th lovely <3 I hope you like the moldboard! frankie core for the one and only @joelmillers-whore

“You shouldn’t have to work on your birthday,” Frankie reasoned as he watched you weave through the bedroom while he sat out of the way on the bed. You were collecting your items before you left. “It should be illegal.”

His attempt at a light-hearted joke made you give him a weak, tight-lipped smile.

“I know.” You whisper, a certain sadness aching in your chest. The last thing you wanted to do on your special day was work. You had requested off, but management denied it for one reason or the other.

This was your first birthday with your boyfriend, Frankie. He seemed even more excited than you did. And all the more disappointed when you told him you wouldn’t be able to spend the day with him like you had originally planned.

“I’ll be home before you know it. Then we can do something together.” You try to put on your best face, gently cupping Frankie’s cheek as you angle his face upwards to face you. Your fingers brush against dark stubble, admiring his chocolate puppy dog eyes. You like the little wrinkles around his eyes.

Frankie sighed but ultimately nodded. He stood up from the bed, a hand locked on your hip. He tilted up his hat brim with his opposite hand and leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your stomach rushes with butterflies, letting his happiness consume you and jumpstarting your mood for the day.

“Okay, okay,” you murmur against his lips despite feeling his hands wander a bit to keep you close. You throw back your head and laugh as his lips sputter kisses down your cheek and neck, his hands feeling more like they were tickling you rather than holding you now. “Okay! Okay, I have to go.”

Frankie’s smile is still there, warm and tender, but he straightens up and loosens his hold on you.

“We’ll do something tonight. Promise.” He resolves with a tight nod, and you agree.

“Tonight.”

One more goodbye kiss, and you’re scurrying to your car, cursing Frankie for nearly making you late.

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“What on Earth are you doing here?”

Your smile is wide as you exit the back door of your work to see Frankie in his vintage red Chevrolet Corvet.

“I thought you put the Corvet away since summer was over?” You asked excitedly, gently extending your fingers out to glide along the cherry paint.

Frankie merely shrugs, donning his casual aviators and baseball cap. He was wearing an old hoodie, seeing him squint behind his sunglasses.

“I did,” Frankie lightly grunts as he reaches across the center console and unlocks your door, thrusting it open wide for you to slip in. “But today’s a special occasion. Now get in.” He grins.

It’s hard to conceal your smile as you throw your belongings in the back and settle into his passenger seat.

“But today,” you emphasize, “is almost over. And it’s October. Where exactly are we cruising to this late in the day?” You ask, observing the open section of the roof.

Frankie smirks as he hands you a blanket to cover your lap and pats your leg gently before readjusting his aviators. “Let’s ride, baby.”

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The car drives along the coast, and he was right to give you a blanket. Despite getting warmer temperatures compared to the rest of the country, being by the water caught colder temperatures.

You watch as you wind down the rocky hills from above, eyeing the brilliant blue water as the sunset creates ripples of orange and purple across the soon navy sky. Your troubles of earlier today feel melted away. Frankie squeezes the hold he has on your hand.

After parking and finding a secluded spot on the beach, Frankie retrieved a cooler from the trunk and walked with you through the sandy landscape. It was beautiful, breathtaking, a bit chilly, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You secured the blanket around your shoulders, watching him pile a few logs together and start a little bonfire.

You playfully applauded, and Frankie bowed graciously at your praise.

“Thank you, thank you very much. I was a boy scout.”

Frankie wound down beside you, groaning softly before popping open the cooler. He offers you a drink, then finds a beer for himself. The fire blazes orange and sparks a few stray ashes into the air.

He feels you lean into his arm, wanting you even closer as he lifts it to wrap around your shoulders and snuggle you into his side.

He smells your shampoo and lingering perfume from this morning. He holds your hand over your lap and gently caresses his thumb along the extent of your palm. He shyly glances down, seeing your beautiful features highlighted by the flickering flames. You’re warm, body and soul. You bring Frankie a sense of ease and comfort. A place to call home, a reason to put his guard down.

“Wait, what’s this?” Frankie asks as he burrows through his cooler, pulling out supplies for smore’s.

You giggle and enthusiastically reach for the chocolate, humming as you bust open the plastic packaging while Frankie opens the rest of the supplies.

The two of you hunt for sticks, ones long enough to roast marshmallows.

“Oh, babe, this one is fuckin’ perfect, look.”

You giggle that he’s so excited. “You’re a champ, that’s a beautiful stick, baby.”

He aids you in clamping squared-off graham crackers and a pad of chocolate around your golden brown marshmallow, cooing in excitement as he hands you the finished masterpiece that was your s’more.

The two of you toast and casually discuss what’s next for you and what this new year of yours will bring. He thinks of good luck, safety, and love.

You stay for as long as you can, but it is October, and it is especially chilly by the water. But this night meant so much for you, especially to have Frankie go out of his way and drive miles and miles out of town to take you to the water, where you felt the most free and liberated.

Frankie smothers the fire with his boot, and you make your trek back up to the car. He tells you to wait in the car with your blanket while he loads everything else, to which you don’t fight him. He secures the roof over the car and smiles at your playful chattering teeth.

He can’t stop thinking about warming you up. He tries to distract himself the rest of the ride by singing to music with you or letting you tell him about your day, but he can’t stop thinking about your body, the warmth he could bring just with his hand alone.

“Frankie?” You ask cautiously, clasping his hand that was now clamped onto your thigh. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours, huh?”

He takes in a deep breath through his nostrils and turns to you, puppy dog eyes, desperate for something. But what?

“You cold?” He asks, to which your eyebrows furrow.

“Well, yeah.” You finally whisper, feeling his hands snake higher to the button on your jeans. You weren’t exactly easy to access right now, but god, you wish you were.

“Push’em down, baby. Put the blanket over you.”

His voice is authoritative enough that you listen. You push down your jeans past your thighs, securing the blanket over yourself in case any wandering eyes from passing cars caught Frankie’s hand down your pants.

Your stomach twists as he slips past the blanket. You whimper, his hand is only slightly cold as you shakily breathe through it, looking forward.

“That’s it, princess, keep lookin’ at the road.” He hums. He’s got one hand tight on the steering wheel, the other coasting down the front of your panties. Somehow, he’s more focused now that he’s able to take care of what he’s been thinking about.

Your hand tightens around his wrist and urge him on, causing a playful laugh out of him. “So fuckin’ pretty when you need me, princess.”

God, he would be the death of you.

Frankie’s fingers work over your panties, tracing your seam before he nudges the underwear in his way aside. You bite down on your lower lip and look over at him. How fucking handsome he was, how lucky you were to have him as yours. How he thought the same for you.

His eyes catch yours, and you hastily nod. He turns back to the road and slowly coats his fingers with your slick, moaning quietly as your eyes flutter in bliss. He does a tight circle around your clit before moving downwards to your entrance. It’s like he’s mapping the well-known terrain, finding what’s making you tick tonight.

“Had such a long day at work today, Frankie, please. Take care of me.” You whisper.

Hearing you beg isn’t Frankie’s goal. It’s your birthday, and he would do just about anything you asked right about now. You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, that was for sure.

You were soaked, begging for release, begging for Frankie to take care of you. He promised he always would. You were his girl. He couldn’t take not being inside you, but his fingers would suffice until the two of you were home.

Frankie listens to your symphony of whimpers as his first two fingers notch into your entrance, feeling you shift in your seat and spread your legs wider under the protection of the blanket to allow him full access to your sex. He sinks them deeper, and the stretch is intense but pleasurable.

You whimper his name, and it’s his kryptonite. “C’mon, baby, lemme hear how good it feels.”

His fingers bury themselves in you, knuckles brushing your sweet folds as his fingers curl.

You throw your head back in satisfaction, jaw dropped, eyes wide as he hits a certain nerve inside you, one that is screaming to be touched.

“Fuck,” you breathily exert, your breasts distracting Frankie as you arch your back lightly in your seat. “Feels like heaven, Frankie, oh shit,” you cry out, making him smirk.

If he wasn’t fucking driving right now, he’d take you in his arms, spread your legs, and bury himself between your thighs for days, needing nothing more than the taste of your cum on his tongue.

But he was driving, and you were beside him, falling into his bicep and cradling your face into his arm for protection.

“That’s it, baby, feel how good those fucking fingers feel inside you?”

You can barely push up an answer, just a weak nod as you still clamp your hand tightly around his wrist.

Frankie starts a decent rhythm with his fingers, in and out, curling and massaging the sensitive walls that love whatever he’s doing. A coil starts to wind inside you, begging for release. Your legs begin to shake and twitch, moaning his name softly as he continues to make you feel good.

“M’not gonna last much longer- fuck,” you force out breathily, arching your back and falling into Frankie’s arm as your head lays lifelessly on his shoulder. You can feel his smirk pressed to the crown of your head.

“Can feel you tensing around me, princess, let go.”

You whimper, but his words push you over the edge. It feels like scrabbling at the end of a cliff, damn near falling, feeling your orgasm crash through you helplessly. Frankie’s foot lays heavy on the pedal as you squeeze desperately around his fingers, feeling him continue his pace until you’ve leaked all the cum you can onto his fingers. He barely even touched your clit, and you were folding for him.

You’re breathless, weakly moaning and whispering his name and other profanities mixed in there, too.

“Jesus Christ,” you say once you’ve pushed yourself back into your seat, and he’s pulled his fingers from you.

“I prefer Frankie.” He teases.

He locks eyes with you as he does a long lick up his first two digits, properly licking them clean. It makes another intense coil twist inside you.

“Don’t worry. You can have everything else once we get home. To properly celebrate your birthday.”

You shyly smile and nod, pulling his hand into your lap and squeezing it tightly.

“I don’t even care that I had to work today. At least I get to spend tonight with you.”

Frankie quips up a smile and squeezes your hand under the blanket. “I’m the lucky one. Happy birthday, princess.”

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happy 24th birthday, kry! thank you for such a kind message. I know you had to work today, but I hope you have a great year filled with lots of love, great friendships, and kindness <3

#joelmillers-whore #happy birthday!#frankie morales #frankie morales smut

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mintlesstalita · 4 years

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@mintlesstalita - “Elegance is the only beauty that never fades” – Audrey Hepburn.

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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and once again, Li is the master at making aesthetically pleasing and emotionally specific mood boards ❤️✨

im actually so happy with this one it perfectly describes hoseok and the m/c and they way they decide to meet in the middle <3 two little vintage lonely ghosts~ this one took me a little while to create and add all the gradient filters too it!

honestly one of these days i'm gonna accidentally use the same photo twice in a moldboard but if you see that just move along i have over 2k photos for making bily moldboards at this point.

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real-pcy-exo · 5 years

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Can you do an Amnesia AU with Chanyeol ? and « do you ever chill? » 💕💕💕

Memories (Chanyeol x reader)

A/N: sorry for the delay 😭😭

Moldboard by the amazing @cbxs

The white pristine curtains were flying around due to the wind. It was a windy day you concluded. You laid down there for a while trying to understand what you were doing there. Other than the obvious fact that you had just woken up, everybody wakes up to something. Like, they have something that makes them realize stuff, it took you a while to remember you were thinking about memories. You were confused because of or the lack of memories in your mind. Maybe it was normal to not remember right after waking up, so you waited for a while for it to come back to you naturally. You tried to remember something, anything. The only thing you got in return was a headache. There was an arm around you, you guessed that arm belonged to you significant other. The clock hanging from the opposite wall displayed the time was 8:25. Of course it was morning but you were so confused because everything seemed natural. As if even if you don’t have any memories, you know you are right where you belong. The picture frames in the wall, the vintage cassette player on the side of the room, the guitar by the bed, the canvases and the brushes laying down on the floor, everything was so familiar yet so distant. But judging from the stuff around you, things looked too intimate. You thought maybe you would get anxious since you can’t remember anything. But you felt safe. As if even subconsciously you remembered that you were supposed to be here. But it didn’t mean it still didn’t make you feel uneasy.

The alarm started blaring loudly at 9. You realized that you had fallen asleep. The person sleeping next you groaned and hugged you closer while whispering, “Please turn off the alarm babe, it’s Saturday.” Oh right, you remembered that today was supposed to be Saturday. You were still confused how exactly you remembered that but you did. You were getting so confused, you just whimpered and turned off the alarm. With your one arm extended to the bed side table and the other occupied by the other person, you realized you were currently in a bed with an unknown person and you have almost no memory right then other than the day being a Saturday. Sensing your distress, the said person lifted his head and looked at you. Something dawned to him maybe because he slowly moved away from you, every move he made was calculated. He sat up and you mirrored his stance. He sighed and rubbed his face before asking you, “You forgot, didn’t you?”

You were taken off guard. Feeling guilty as if you were hurting a person close to your heart, you shook your head.

“N-No.” You said and pauses trying to remember his name. Failing to do so, you just added “ Of course not b-babe” at the end of the sentence. He playfully smiled at you, “Really?” You nodded hesitantly, not knowing what you were getting yourself into. “Then what is my name?” He asked with a cheeky smile. That fucker knew you forgot and for some reason, you felt comfortable enough with him to fool around.

“Since that is a very very very small detail that might have slipped my mind, I hereby declare your name, drumrolls please!” You said while waving your hand around dramatically. He imitated drumrolls with his hand and made few weird noises with his mouth that made you burst out to laughter. You cleared your throat before continuing, “Yoda, because you mister, have some enormous ears!” Though you yourself were why you said Yoda or what Yoda was, you let it slide hoping it’ll come back to you. He pouted while saying, “You never change, do you?” With a sad smile adoring his beautiful soft features. You looked down, suddenly feeling the atmosphere changing unto something gloomier. “Can you-” you paused to look at him through your lashes hoping you didn’t hurt him more than you already had, “Can you help me remember?” He nodded once then twice as if he was saying yes, ‘I can do it’ more to himself than you. “For starters, I should introduce myself. Hello Y/N! Which is your name by the way, just in case it is one of the time you didn’t even remember that.” He let out a breathy chuckle even though he knew there was nothing funny he found in what he said. “I’m your husband, Chanyeol and we’ve been married for 3 years now.” He said only be interrupted with a shriek by you.

“How?” You asked while being astonished, “How did I manage you to be with someone like me!” He laughed at that. He tilted his head, “Do you even know how you look like angel?”

You shook your head, “However I look like, I won’t look better than” you pointed at his face, “This!”

He laughed wholeheartedly at that before saying, “Every time you say the same thing yet I feel like the lucky one.”

You just waved your hands around, “Yeah yeah, I’m flattered.”

Silence falled upon both of you as you realized how comfortable you felt around Chanyeol. And the way he introduced himself was as if he has been doing it for a while. Not wanting him to be more sad then he already is, you scooted a little bit closer to him. Smiling mischievously, you poked his side until he let out a grunt. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at you for you to explain yourself. “Do you ever even chill? You look stiff Mr. Park. Let me take you out on a date! That way we can get to know each other more.” You asked while wiggling your eyebrows. Though he looked serious for a while making you wonder if you had offended him or not only for him relax after a while and give you a smile. Chanyeol was a tired man but he was also very much in love with you. So no matter how many times you had forgotten or will forget in the future, he’ll make sure you fall in love with him every single time. Even if it meant falling in love with you deeper deeper each time.

A/N: if anyone is interested, I’m about to whine here a little bit. This is the third dose of antibiotics I’m taking and it’s almost a month! Like why isn’t my throat infection getting any better! Worst of all, it’s really I coming in between day to day work. I can’t even eat anything with any sort of spice or else my throat burns, my stomach hurts and I throw up. And if the throat infection is still there after this dose, I’m going to have to do an endoscopy to see exactly why I have throat infection and it’s fucking scary!!!

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noorhelmcliche · 5 years

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random pics/video from my trip to europe!

hey guys so basically i saw a bunch of stuff that reminded me of y’all when i was in europe this summer. while in oslo i didn’t go see anything skam related even though for 2 of the 3 days i was just wandering around by myself while my dad was in business meetings all day. i wanted to do more sightseeing and i didn’t want to be a creep and take pictures of apartment buildings (and later be confused as to why i took pics of random apartment buildings). i also totally forgot that school was out, otherwise i probably would’ve gone to hartvig nissen (i’ve heard people say the students complain about tourists and for me personally education is the number 1 priority so i didn’t want to bother them but i forgot it was the beginning of july so school wouldn’t be in session whoops). everything in this post is super random and kinda stupid, but my family is super dysfunctional (which is why i love the noorhelm seasons) and whatever (so vacations can be tense and draining- although i realize how lucky i am to be able to travel to such amazing places). so i had to find some sources of entertainment for myself even though vacations are basically the only time me and my sister get along. unfortunately i don’t have any crazy stories bc again i was with the rents aka my parents, but if i think of any i’ll share. also this is going to be long just fyi...

this ginger & lemon tea was disgusting ! idk it just reminded me of incantava and so i tried it (actually at the hotel in oslo but i took a pic in a grocery store in italy) and i was very disappointed lol.

this was also really gross i thought i could be like incantava eating a pistachio cookie in italy, but it was super dry and bland.

we went into this store to look at ties because my aunt came with us on our trip and she wanted to buy more ties for her sons, one of whose job as an accountant/stock broker/financial advisor (obviously i don't really know what he does- it’s deals w a lot of math and money i know that for sure) requires him to wear a suit and tie, and the shirt on this mannequin was totally giving me edoardo vibes.

i saw a timvision store and a ton of ads/commercials for timvision and i was really confused bc i thought that timvision was a tv network, but i guess they also sell phones?? whatever- i was about to walk in there and give them a piece of my mind about s3 and tell them that the episodes should’ve been longer bc benedetta and giancarlo are literally so good at acting and their characters were amazing and they were not used to their full advantage and the last couple of episodes felt rushed. also wanted to tell them that they need to change the s4 main bc i’m not here for white sana and not to break up incanatava bc i will lose it since we aren’t getting norandro until fucking 2020!!!

and of course i had to try pistachio ice cream while i was in rome to truly pay homage to incantava and it was delicious omg eleonora was definitely onto something. also the US needs to offer more ice cream flavors (that are normal) like they do in italy i was in heaven. also sorry that this isn’t a great photo i’m not the best at getting aesthetic pics.

so i went to these little seaside towns (cinque terre) and there was this couple waiting to get on the same bus as us (bc the only way to get up to the town with suitcases was by the local bus) and they totallyyyy reminded me to incantava because they were in those white shirts/dress like incantava during edo’s party. they were also were being all cuddly on a bench while waiting for the bus. also on the bus there wasn’t enough room for everyone, so she had to sit on his lap and i was standing next to them and he wouldn’t stop kissing her shoulder which was sweet but very awkward for me because i was also lowkey trying to snipe photos of them at the same time without them noticing so i could show you guys lol. also he was carrying her purse bc i guess she didn’t want to carry it anymore (complete edo move) and later i saw them at a table and she wasn’t drinking but he was drinking like whatever and he was smoking (i think she maybe was too) so i was really freaking out internally at that point. okay sorry this was a long description, but i also wanted to say sorry that this is a bad photo my dad was also in it so i had to crop him out.

okay in oslo i saw this building and i feel like it was the newspaper noora/william wrote the iconic people need people essay for.

so i went to dinner with my dad and some people from the norwegian office/branch of my dad’s company and i saw this bridge and was screaming internally because i felt like this was the bridge they drove on during noorhelm’s date. (also i got some major info about skam from the people we went to dinner with who are parents- if you guys want i can share, it’s more on the bts side of things tho) AND I JUST REWATCHED THE DATE AND THIS BRIDGE WAS SHOWN and i’m super happy because i saw a bunch of stuff shown in that little car montage.

also that awkward moment when you don’t speak norweigan but you have to tell your uber driver where he needs to pick you up. and omg everyone in norway drives like mercedes and teslas bc it’s subsidized by the gov’t and all the ubers are mercedes s classes or the tesla x model with butterfly wings. the drivers also dress in a suit and tie which is very different from america. oslo was super sleek, clean, and modern.

okay finally i saw this house and i could totally see noorhelm living here. especially with the old vintage car i feel like older william would collect vintage cars. also the classic feel of the house but with a few modern touches also gave me noorhelm vibes idk i also just really love this house.

also i saved this video on snapchat of me zooming in on parigi on a map, but i can’t figure ut how to convert it into a .mov from a .mp4 after airdropping it to my laptop so sorry however the point of the video was PARIGI!!! somebody needs to write a fanfic series of them traveling to spagna, turchia, parigi! also there were cool moldboards of them on vacation to those places but idk if i will be able to find them lol i saw them while i was still on vacay.

if you made it to here thanks for reading i’m sure this was not that interesting and it mean a lot that you read my random ramblings! :)

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