#hoe hours w frankie

[calmlftv]

7&34 with Calum from the smut prompt list (i forgot to tell) thank you!!

7. “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

34. “Tell me what you want.”

****

“Baby,” Calum called, voice a little bit distant through the walls of your home. When he came around the corner into the living area he finally spotted you, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through Tik Tok while you lounged on the couch. 

Coming up by your head, he reached over and plucked the phone from you, hitting the lock button as he held it above his head. 

“Hey!” You said, looking up at him with a little bit of annoyance. You stood held his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. “Give it back.” 

Cal raised his eyebrow at your tone. “You want me to give you your phone back?” He asked, a nod being his response. “Make me. Come take it.” 

With that, he dropped your phone in his front pocket, your eyes moving to the outline before meeting his. You raised an eyebrow. “Seems like there’s more to it than just my phone.”

Calum smirked; you always could read his mind. “Might just want some extra attention,” he said, hands moving around your waist before he tugged you close, your chests pressing together. His lips hovered just above yours, his breath hot against your lips as he teased. 

“Cal,” you whimpered, longing for his lips now that you knew what he wanted.

“S’not my name,” he mumbled, meeting your eyes. “What’s my name, baby?”

You swallowed. “Daddy,” you said softly, moving your hands to tangle in his blonde hair. 

Calum smirked at his name, finally kissing you with as much need and desperation as you felt. He pulled away and brushed his tongue over your lips, hands now grabbing your ass. 

“Tell me what you want,” you mumbled, moving your kisses to his neck. He chuckled, your lips vibrating with the sound as you let your teeth graze his skin.

He took your chin in his hand and brought your face up to his, eyes glued to your own. “Wanna see my pretty girl around my cock,” he mumbled, moving his lips close to yours again, knowing it drove you crazy. “And I wanna fuck you until you’re shaking, ‘til these pretty lips of yours are screaming my name.” 

The words he spoke sent a thrill of excitement through you, a whine being pulled from you as you started to want that, too. 

“I want that, too,” you said softly, Cal chuckling as his lips brushed against yours.

“Good girl,” he whispered, moving his hands to the back of your thighs and lifting you on to the back of the couch, balancing you so his hands could travel up your thighs. “Just wanna be daddy’s good little slut, hm?” 

You nodded, Cal giving you a stern look. “Yes, daddy.” 

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Let’s go to your room, then.”

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Sex And Chili

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales & reader (cishet woman, no y/n, no kids, established relationship, not living together)

Tags/warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, PiV sex, some basic dirty talk. Independent reader who doesn't like it when men disrupt her life. Frankie is the exception!

Summary: You live in your own fixer-upper with a garden and maybe, just maybe, it's time to upgrade Frankie from guest star to co-star in your life. (Is this the birth of gardener!Frankie???)

Words: 2,541

Notes: I'M WRITING AGAIN!!!! But I did not write all of this: @apascalrascal wrote the sex scene so this is my first joint venture and I am so excited!

With a deep sigh, Frankie sinks heavily onto the couch after having put another log on the fire. He reaches for his whiskey and takes a sip before putting a hand on your outstretched leg. You're in the other couch corner, one knee bent, an A4 notebook propped against your thigh, a martini in hand.

"Hm?" You don't look up from your notes on this year's harvest. What variety of carrot worked well, what didn't, when was a good time for sowing, how much did you fertilize... growing your own food is a science, one you enjoy immensely.

"Reaching any conclusions?" Frankie asks, tapping one finger to your skin.

"Gotta mull it over. I'll evaluate this winter, just in time for next season."

You put your martini down on the side table and grab a pen so you can jot down some thoughts. The fire crackles cozily when the flames start to lick the new log, and the warmth is welcome in your drafty house.

***

You bought the old place four years ago and have been renovating it ever since, time and money forcing you to go slow. The garden has been your priority every summer, plants and flowers and growing your own vegetables is a lot more fun than insulating walls. Besides, you're not that good with a hammer, but you're a fucking wizard with the hoe.

The attic still needs redoing but you're not in any hurry. The ground floor has a large kitchen, a living-room, a bathroom, and a small bedroom. That's enough for you for now, but your dream is a spacious upstairs bedroom with a large window with old-fashioned lace curtains sifting the soft morning light.

The dream is growing more urgent as Frankie is becoming a stronger presence in your life. You were a dedicated bachelorette when you bought the house. It was your countryside sanctuary, away from the stress of the city, and you have relished in getting away from everything: fast food places, dating, endless commutes, streets filled with people. Life is slow here, and uncomplicated. You may not know much about renovating, but you attend Youtube Academy regularly and hire contractors when you feel you are in way over your head.

The uncomplicated part was under threat when you met Frankie. You weren’t ready or particularly keen on letting a man into your life, into the sanctuary you had established for yourself. You didn’t want a handyman to tell you what you did wrong, or a computer guy who complained about the hours you spent in the garden, or any kind of guy in between, someone who took you away from the things you had grown to love.

Frankie was nothing of the kind. He would pick up a shovel without being asked to and if you told him that you didn’t need any help, he respected it. When the weather turned cooler, he took the axe and started cutting up logs for the fireplace. He doesn’t complain about the cold indoors, he doesn’t butt into your plans. He’s there when you need him, always ready to help, and you start asking his opinion more and more.

You begin to entertain the idea of maybe one day having him move in with you. You can’t imagine selling this house, your baby, the testament to your independence and bravery, but if Frankie wanted to, maybe, just maybe…

You’re still adjusting to the idea, but the thought isn’t unwelcomed anymore. You can even pinpoint the exact moment you realized that you could imagine yourself living with this man:

***

The entire day had been spent in the garden and when you finally came in for a shower, you were starving and tired, but filled with that wonderful satisfaction of a job well done, of accomplishment. Healing, that’s the word you had to use to describe what you felt when working in your garden. All the wounds of your past healed when you ran your fingers through thick, black soil.

After the shower, you pulled on clean panties, grabbed an old flannel of Frankie’s that he had left in the bedroom, found your favorite wool socks, and went into the kitchen to check on the chili you threw together into the Crock-pot in the morning. Frankie was coming over soon, and your chili’s his favorite dish.

The chili smelled divine and was nearly finished, so you laid the table before loading up some paper and sticks in the wood burning stove. Just as the flames started to rise, you heard Frankie’s truck pulling up outside the house. You continued with what you were doing as he entered the house, and he found you by the sink, filling a pitcher with water.

He slid up behind you, back to chest, putting his hands on your hips, and his face in the side of your neck, greeting you with soft little kisses up and down your neck to your shoulder and back again.

“You’re wearing my favorite shirt, amor,” he whispered as his hands slid up to cup your breasts gently. You turned to face him, making sure to keep as close to him as possible, not wanting to give up that warmth against your body. The fire in the stove has still not spread, and your bare legs are a little cold.

“I missed you today,” you told him affectionately, as you hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. When you parted, Frankie rested his forehead on yours.

“I missed you too. Do you want me to show you how much?”

You responded by pushing forward into his chest and pulling him in for a deep, enthusiastic kiss, while maneuvering the two of you over to the table, where Frankie helped you up and pushed you to lie back. Kneeling, he pulled your panties down and threw them to the side without looking, instead focused on your cunt.

“God, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he said, “I don’t tell you that enough.”

Understatement of the century. He told you that every day, along with how competent you were, how strong, how amazing. It was almost too much at times.

As he kissed up your leg, you grabbed onto his hair, trying to direct him to your aching center. Mercifully, he continued his path of kisses until he finally reached his destination.

“So wet,” he breathed before diving in, licking straight up your cunt before settling in to suck at your clit.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” you cried out, his longed-for action still surprising you with its intensity. You kneaded at your breast with one hand and pulled at Frankie’s hair with the other while rolling your hips into his face.

“That’s it, baby, fuck my face,” he told you. The unexpected dirty talk had you moaning. As you continued the assault on his mouth, Frankie plunged two fingers into you and crooked them up, causing you to wail in absolute ecstasy.

“Oh god, Frankie, I’m gonna - ” you panted. “More, baby, I – need – more!”

Frantically, you sat up and scrabbled to try to pull Frankie up. As he stood, you drew him into a heated and sloppy kiss while he fumbled with his belt. As soon as he had freed himself, you grabbed his cock and lined him up with your entrance. Groaning, Frankie started to thrust into you relentlessly. He gripped your hips hard as his mouth found your breasts and latched onto a nipple when you pushed your chest forward.

“Is this what you needed, mi amor…needed my cock in your tight little pussy?” You couldn’t find the words to reply and instead you clenched around his cock which forced out a low hiss from him.

“You feel so fucking good…” he whined, and the begging tone of his voice made gut coil in on itself in pleasure. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

He continued to pound your pussy, no regard for your scrambling to keep yourself in the right position on the table.

“Come on, cum for me.” His large thumb moved to your clit, pressing and kneading. Your lips found his and you moaned into his mouth.

“So close, so close, please…!” you begged. He continued to massage your clit and as he increased the pressure, you cried out and shuddered around him as the orgasm washed through you. Whimpering, you pushed his hand away, and Frankie moved to grip your hip again.

“C’mon, baby, take what you need from me now,” you encouraged him breathlessly, enjoying the quick-paced grind that turned downright punishing before Frankie shoved into you one last time, grinding his orgasm out with little stuttering thrusts. Foreheads pressed together, you rode out the last moments of your orgasm by touching each other all over. Hands brushing over faces and down arms, gripping and rubbing at your thighs. As you caught your breath, you captured Frankie in a soft kiss and ran your hands through his unruly curls, his scalp damp from the exertion. Frankie smiled into the kiss and pulled away, pecking your lips once, twice, three times.

“That’s how much I missed you, amor.”

In that exact moment, you knew.

***

Now, warm and cozy and with bellies full of chili, you’re lounging on the couch by the fire. You’re forgetting what it was you wanted to make a note of in your journal as Frankie begins to press his thumb into your calf muscle.

“Mmphf!”

“Sore?” he asks with a little smile. You nod, adjusting your shoulders.

“I spent the entire day digging up perennials from the back garden and moving them to the front, before filling the back with sand.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to come and help you?”

He’s on point, of course. Why didn’t you?

Shrugging, you lower your eyes to the page in the notebook. How do you explain to him that you don’t want to involve him too much because then he might start to feel he has a right to your home and your life, and you just can’t risk that –

“Amor, I know that this is your place, and I don’t want to force my way into your life, but you know that you can ask my help with anything you need, right?”

Frankie’s voice is soft, and you lift your gaze to meet his. A small smile bends his lips underneath the mustache, making you smile back.

“I guess I’m just used to doing everything by myself,” you tell him. “I’ve managed here on my own for a few years and I never imagined I’d have free help.”

“Who said anything about free?” Frankie pretends to scoff.

“Well, you know my address. Bill me!”

“I’ll take my payment in sex and chili,” he winks, making you laugh.

“Then you already got paid today, and I have to be refunded,” you grin.

“Or I could cut down the hedge tomorrow, call the fire department and tell them we’re burning garden waste, and cart the ashes to the raspberries,” Frankie suggests, one finger moving up and down your shin. You put your head on one side and regard him.

“You’d do that?”

“Of course. Sounds like a great way to spend a Sunday. The weather forecast looks promising, too.”

You put down your notebook. “C’mere,” you ask in a low voice, and Frankie’s eyes seem to turn a little darker when he scoots across the couch, settling between your legs, one hand landing on your waist, the other on your thigh.

“I love you, Frankie.” You’re a little bad at telling him that, not being used to saying those words out loud. You hope that Frankie, with his constant endearments in Spanish, understands that your actions speak of your love more than your tongue does.

“And I love you, babe,” he assures you before leaning in for a tender kiss that nevertheless makes your toes curl. Your pen and notebook slide down to the floor when you readjust yourself to allow for Frankie to lay down on top of you.

“D’ you have anything planned for that willow, by the way?” Frankie murmurs, breaking the kiss and drawing back to look at you.

“The willow?”

“The one the western side.”

“I know which one you mean… why?” you frown. Your lips are longing for more kissing and the willow is the last thing on your mind right now.

“The branches are drooping and getting in the way when mowing the lawn,” he explains. “I figured I’d cut it back a little.”

You had left the grass uncut underneath the tree, figuring there had to be a patch of tall grass somewhere for the micro life, and you’re just about to tell Frankie that when he continues:

“I noticed it gets rather damp underneath the willow and there’s a lot of snails there. And I’m worried about ticks.”

You hadn’t thought of that, and you’re surprised that Frankie did.

“Okay,” you nod, “maybe the tree needs to be pruned.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Frankie promises before dipping down to kiss you again. You hum your appreciation and wrap your arms around him.

“Frankie…”

“Yes, mi amor?”

“I was thinking… you know… if you want to… maybe someday…” You try to find the words to tell him what’s been on your mind since he came over. “I know I don’t seem so… welcoming at times, but I’ve been thinking, and maybe we could start talking about… you maybe moving in?”

You look timidly at him.

“That’s a lot of maybes, querida,” Frankie points out with a wry smile, cupping your cheek and stroking it with his thumb. “I know how you feel about your place. There’s no rush.”

“I’m just saying… I’d very much like it if you were in it for the long haul, and that would mean that eventually… I’d like to live together. Here.”

Frankie blinks and you think you see his eyes getting a little shiny.

“You mean that, baby?”

“I do. And I wouldn’t mind your input when I plan for next gardening season.”

“One thing at a time, amor,” Frankie grins. His lips touch yours again, just a light brushing. “But I liked those light yellow sunflowers. And the little blue flowers in the back, what were they called? Cornflowers?”

“Cornflowers, yes. I’ll sow more of them next year,” you promise before pulling him to you.

“And beans?” Frankie breaks another kiss to ask for the string beans that he likes so much.

“And beans,” you echo, now pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Francisco, you’re pushing it.”

“Okay, how about this: I’ll go get horseshit from the neighbor’s tomorrow morning? Then I can get the beans I want next summer?”

“Mmm… say that again,” you tease. He lowers his mouth to your ear.

“I’ll get horseshit from the neighbor’s tomorrow morning, mi amor…” His voice is a low rumble in his chest and in combination with his hot breath, your panties turn damp in the crotch.

“I think I know how we can make co-habitation work,” you groan as you unbutton his flannel that you’re still wearing. When your tits are revealed to Frankie, he has nothing more to say.

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[allkinds-oftrash]

Ya girl is watching the latest HSM series ep and Imma live blog it hshshs and will add my reactions under the cut so it doesn't end up a long post. Anyways, let's goo:

AHHHH THE MORNING SHOW WITH GINA AND EJ WE LOVE TO SEE IT

They really said we're gonna let life imitate art with Nini and Olivia huh

Ricky was SUPPORTIVE??? Damnn I really thought we gonna get a classic Ricky tantrum....

But also wow sir that sounds salty and should definitely talk to someone abt how you're feeling...A therapist maybe 👀

I know we needed to contextualise how Ricky felt abt the song but I really wanted to see Nini's interview in full!!

Sebby you're so cute I do wanna see yall do DEH

Shjshshs not the rights not being available for another 5 years 😭😭

I dunno how they're in great shape and closer to the Menkies Gold after not having a single proper rehearsal, but go off Miss Jenn

Omg honestly Kourt's costumes are always amazing and on point Imma excited to see it

Kourt is such a simp we love to see it

Carlos is so pissy this episode we love to see it shshhs

Also love the way Seb calms him down and keeps him nice it's such a funny dynamic

"We had 20 people make our Belle dress over 50 hours" Okay North High shut the fuck up

I'm calling it now the reason North High knows so much is cos Howie is the leak and Kourt has been unwittingly telling him. The way her phone keeps going off as they discuss how North High knows everything is really good foreshadowing if my prediction is right

Also like her phone went off just as Carlos said "How did they know that?" THAT'S PEAK FORESHADOWING

If Howie ain't in North High, I dunno what Tim is doing

GSJAGSHAH KOURTNEY MAKING ABS FOR EJ I CANNOT

"I have abs" We know sweetie

"I PADDED THE THUSH FOR YOU" "AWW THANKS KOURT I NEEDED THAT" THIS INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING THAT WAS SO FUNNY!! I love that it is now canon that EJ has abs but no butt love that for him

Okay but like damn these costumes are great!! North High can fuck right off with its high end ones I just wanna see lowkey homemade costumes by students; I'd watch a Broadway show if I wanted to see professional costumes okay

Damn Carlos has killer eyesight clocking in that mask in the trunk

GINA BBY DON'T SAY THAT AND HAHSGSH NINI NUDGING HER WAS SO FUNNY

Nini's little look over at Gina was like "Omg you guys my girlfriend is so cute and dumb" GINI STANS HOW WE FEELING?

Miss Jenn don't be that naive, your boyfriend probably put them up to it

That Insta page is prophetic with their timing tbh; all the info is a leak obviously looking at your Howie but like the timing of it all. Those kiddos don't know that they are discussing the stolen mask at this exact moment (Kourt has put down her phone after Carlos snapped at her so Howie doesn't know they are talking abt it rn)

"We don't dance with the enemy" *cuts to her dancing with Zackey later*

SEBBY WEARING THE TEACUP COSTUME OMG HE'S GOING MAKE SUCH A CUTE CHIP (yes I am still mad Seb/Joe was robbed but Imma fangirl over the costume anyway)

Wtf why does North High look so expensive - they are literally in the same district as East High right??? How did they get this much funding

North High is a very artsy and rich for a public school; they should have had Nini go here instead of YAC tbh (like this campus feels like what YAC should have been) NOW THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AN INTERESTING STORYLINE

Seblos' dynamic IS ON POINT THIS EP I really love my bois so much and their back and forth is hilarious

Shhshs DIANE who loves volleyball and North High okay I totally believe it

WHY ARE RED AND ASHLYN SO KINKY EVERY DAMN EPISODE TIM THESE ARE UNDERAGED CHARACTERS STOP IT

Shshsh we love Gina knowing herself and practicing self control by volunteering to be the lookout

Omg yall listen to Carlos and stfu they are so lucky no one saw or heard them yelling Wildcats

Oh no no no no no Miss Jenn you gonna get sucked in; this is gonna be so messy

Omg I saw someone post about this scene before I watched the ep YALL ARE RIGHT THAT BOI HITTING ON GINA IS SO FINE Babes go for that one, not EJ

NOT THEM FAKE DATING UGH E W TIM STOP MAKING ROMANTIC PORTWELL A T H I N G I honestly do not understand how some of yall can ship it romantically knowing Sofia is a whole underaged babey and Matty is a whole ass grown man - like I get the appeal of the Wonderstudies getting together and they do have chemistry but the irl age gap is creepy and outweighs the appeal of shipping them romantically

As I always say; Portwell/Wonderstudies should be a BROTP not an OTP

Ugh Brotp Portwell would have clocked Lily right away; romantic Portwell making googly eyes at each other isn't helping anyone

Living for Nini getting the recognition she deserves - I really like her solo arc this season she's so much more interesting without Ricky tbh

Aww Kourt you simp I love her and I'm so happy she's happy I wanna be wrong about Howie being a North High kid

Where is the mask??

OHMYGOD THESE KIDS COMING IN LIKE A HORROR MOVIE

Lily really wishes she was Jesse St. James huh; you could never Lily so stop

Andrew Barth Feldman and his cute little French accent I love him so much

Hnng Miss Jenn gonna get manipulated by this hoe. Omg wowow Zackey really is a hoe, making out with another girl before the show THE AUDACITY OF HIM SAYING MISS JENN WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH I WILL THROW HANDS WITH THIS MOFO

Wait the kids didn't steal it BUT WHAT IF ZACKEY DID

Ssjsgfajhdfg I CANNOT WITH ANDREW'S ACCENT but I can't tell if its really bad or really good but I'm also confused why didn't they just cast a French person as Antonie shshhs Antoine is adorableee and a little shit the best type of character

Lily is so annoying b y e sis bye and Olivia Keegan is talented I just wish they didn't make her character such a cartoony villain type

"How about if we bop to the top" SEBBY I LOVE YOU AND NEVER STOP BEING SO CUTE I SWEAR and Awww Carlos called him Honey I am s o f t

Hnng why do these fools are really gonna give into North High calling them chickens

OHHH NO SHE DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT ABOUT ASHLYN FUCK A DANCE OFF I AM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH A 16 YEAR OLD

"She told us not to dance with the enemy. She's better than this" No Sebby, she's not *cuts to her dancing with Zackey* AND OMG THE WAY I SAW THIS EDIT COMING BEFORE IT CAME

Ooooh I like this song wayyy more whatever the mess The Mob Song became (when I first heard it drop on Spotify yesterday) Around You is such a great song musically and lyrically very relevant to these two and gosh I love their voices together

They have so much chemistry damn, go home Mike (well he technically has oop) and Mr. Mazzara

YES YOU DO MISS JENN YOU ALWAYS HAD IT

Oh god this is the scene from the trailer; she's gonna make a move on Ricky isn't she?? Leave him alone Lily he doesn't need a 3rd girl to be confused about he needs a therapist

Lily shut the fuck up with quasi; STOP TRYING TO MAKE QUASI HAPPEN

"I love Nini's song" Sure, Jan.

...Okay yes you should have called him out but don't bait him LIKE THAT oop there's the scene from the trailer

Ohmygod is Andrew Barth Feldman gonna hit on Ashlyn

Okay this is so cute but also I am VERY annoyed with the way this show handles its characters like they aren't relevant or important unless they get into a relationship or a love triangle?? That's such a shitty way to give out screentime and arcs to characters. Is it not enough to develop the characters on their own and strengthen their friendship???

HUH TIM why you so obsessed with compulsory heterosexuality??(well also homosexuality for Seblos but they are the only ones I'm not annoyed with their relationship cos its a hella big step for Disney to have a gay couple and their relationship isn't in our faces or overshadows the plot and its just spinkles of cuteness every time they interact - they are honestly who Rini wishes they were; besties in love. They are a couple that Tim should be taking notes from; leave the relationship drama in the background, focus on the theatre and friendship aspect of everything)

My mini rant aside; this is a very adorable interaction between Ashlyn and Antoine.

"TOM HOLLAND ON STILTS" GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT COMPARISON I AM SCREAMING ANTOINE THAT'S SO FUNNY

This is so funny he keeps picking out the hottest guys of the group; as if he himself isn't the French version of Big Red they look super alike ngl shshsh

WHY YOU RUIN IT WITH THAT ANTOINE I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU

Drama between Antoine and Red is already spicing up shshsh I cannot

Why are you so dramatic with the shuffle Lily gtfo of here...also this doesn't make sense?? She wasn't even on a BATB playlist; what if a non BATB song came on ahahah

Good to know they aren't big fans of The Mob Song like I am Awww EJ you cutie, okay I will appreciate the OG Mob Song just for you

OH WAIT HE PROLLY LIKES IT COS ITS A GASTON LED SONG TIM GIMME THE EJ SOLO I DESERVE IN THIS NUMBER

I'm being robbed of Gaston for the last 7 eps I at least deserve an EJ solo for compensation

The way the set looks straight out of Broadway but also like omg the blue lighting and fancy stage gave me intense flashbacks to that Glee episode where Vocal Adrenaline sang Bohemian Rhapsody

RICKY STOP BEING SALTY AND ACTUALLY COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

OMG THE SUBTITLES SAID ITS HOWIE SINGING AS THE BEAST I FUCKING CALLED IT

Howie you hoe you gonna break my girl Kourtney's heart

Yeah...still not a fan of Antoine's Dance Remix

Yall know Gina would kill the dance number if she wasn't wearing that fit

Okay but it's Gaston led song WHY DOES EVERYONE BUT EJ HAVE A SOLO IN THIS SONG??

First the Beasts led it (Howie sounded better than Ricky ngl), then the Lumieres (their voices worked hella well together; I always forget what a talented singer Frankie is THEY NEED TO GIVE HIM A SOLO SONG) and now the Belles are going at it (Ashlyn's voice is superior)

BIG RED BEING JEALOUS AND SALTY IS SO FUNNY ITS LIKE A PUPPY BEING ANGRY I CRI

...Did anyone really win, Lily??? STFU

CARLOS IS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT

Oooh I did see someone talk about this when the Rose Song dropped last week, apparently its illegal to add songs to a musical you're doing for a school play; I really thought the show would brush past that irl rule but I guess they are playing into it

THE WAY EVERYONE TURNED TO EJ FOR THE SPORTS METAPHOR I AM D Y I N G AND HIS FACE WAS GOLDEN! ITS LIKE THAT LISA SIMPSON MEME SHHSHSH

Okay Nini is being a little pissy about leaving her song out of the show and its a little selfish to wanna keep it at the risk of being disqualified but I also understand why she's hurt

Everyone is dog piling on her right now being against her idea and it feels like they are being against her song and her herself instead of them not wanting to be disqualified. Also like she poured her heart and soul into the song after Miss Jenn lowkey rushed her to write it. So I can see why this feels like a rejection of her and her song and why she's so hurt rather than her seeing the big picture right now

It doesn't help that Ricky said the final blow causing her to walk off

Okay maybe Zackey gets some rights for being chill and wanting the kids to be peers

THIS MOTHERFUCKER I KNEW HE WAS SHADY Also the way I gasped even though I predicted he stole the mask halfway through this ep shshsh

Stab him Miss Jenn STAB HIM

Bitch why you so threatened by East High if yall have such a Broadway-esque show planned??? They honestly should have stuck to the Little Mermaid; I really wanted to see the aquarium

"It's just a song Ricky" "A song can mean everything" Do you get deja vu? Anyone else getting intense flashbacks to Jan when DL first dropped and all the drama happened 👀

YES PLEASE STAY CO ANCHORS Gosh I love them so much esp once you take the romantic connotations out of their interactions

ROUGE GRAND I'M SCREAMING

I love this long take of checking in with everyone's relationship status (still hate how romantically focused this show has become but still a cool shot)

I K N E W IT I WAS RIGHT

Okay but like looking at Kourtney's face I have never wanted to be wrong so bad GOD I HATE IT HERE I really think he likes her and I hope they work it out

Nini setting up her own music acc feels like when Olivia rebranded her whole IG to be just for her music stuff - love this for both of them

AHHHHH SHE'S NINA NOW YALL

I know everyone loves her as Nini but like I have always loved the name Nina and it really suits her to be honest also shows how she's growing up now and kind of leans into the lyric "I won't be confined to your point of view" from The Rose Song because Nini is the nickname Ricky gave her so it shows that she's outgrowing him too and I love that for her!

Overall thoughts; they really crammed all the North High drama into one ep huh. Personally would have liked it if all of this was spread out throughout the last few episodes; like different hijinks for every episode. I'm just a big fan of properly setting up the overall arc over the season instead of patching it together closer to the climax/end of the show. Cos now it lowkey feels like two different seasons - 2A felt like The Rini/Rina Show esp with YAC storyline and whatever was going on with Rina and now 2B is finally feeling like what this season should have been all this time

#hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #nina salazar roberts #gina porter #EJ Caswell #Ricky Bowen #Kourtney Green #Ashlyn Caswell #Seb Matthew Smith #carlos rodriguez #Big Red

[clonecaptains]

Everyone’s a hoe for Santi but I’m a Frankie hoe 😢 any feral hour HCs for him?

fear not anon!! there’s always room for that sweetheart here!!! 

ONE FRANKIE CATFISH MORALES IS THE ‘IT’S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES’

as in he’s got such a sweet face and personality but then he’s got a secret wild side to him ;) 

10/10 he’s very earnest and soft in his approach. he’s pretty casual w/ whatever you wanna do. 

he’s got some adventure up his sleeve tho, he wouldn’t have joined the military if he didn’t like a little action ya know? 

he loves when you tug on his hair. 

he’s a groaner. 

SLEEPY MORNING SEX W/ HIM IS A THING THAT HAPPENS OFTEN omg his eyes all sleepy and heavy and he’s grunting a little cuz dang ok you’re touching him and he’s just opened his eyes

breeding kink. yes. 

he looooOVOOVOOVES over stimulation. like for real just. touch him. all over. he’s sensitive and while shudder if you just like touch his collarbones or something. 

he’s easily pleased?? like you wrap yourself around him and he’s like akhgjlshkj because he loves how you feel. you can take that either sexually or as simple as a hug. 

you’re gonna get PRAISED in bed. he loves to give it. and encourage. 

highkey one of his best things is pillow talk after. he fights sleep so hard which is extra cute. but he loves to talk to you and cuddle after. he’s v easily pleased w/ the simple affections. 

#catfish asks #my writing #WE LOOVE #anonymous #answered

[sugurusprettygf]

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @bimmyshrug

name: Kyra! I go by my middle name on here tho so people i know can’t find me haha

nickname: squeaky! I mentioned it before, but i actually no longer go by this (thank goodness) but my fam came up with it because I was so small. Turns out it was a name of one of the manson girls and thats the only thing I really associate with it now.

zodiac: Aries!

height: 5′2″, short lil bean w a tall attitude

languages: English with a little spanish, but honestly not a lot so pls dont take that as an invitation to speak to me in spanish, I will have a really hard time.

nationality: American

favorite season: Fall!!

favorite flower: Lavender and they smell good too! plus, I take lavender flower petals and honey and use that to make syrup for my coffee in the morning. It makes me super relax but awake and I highly recommend it!

favorite scent: i am a hoe for the apple pumpkin yankee candle

favorite color: a dark, forest green

favorite animal: dogs! I have so many, I feel like I would be betraying them had I said another animal.

favorite fictional character: Eddie Kaspbrak, y'all already know :-)

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee! But I only allow myself one cup a day and then drink tea when I need a little energy boost.

average sleep: ehhh around 6 hours maybe

dog or cat: I honestly love both and i have both. 

blankets: the heated kind kinda slap]

dream trip: My friends and I are planning a trip to Port Hope, Canada (where they filmed IT) and I have been wanting to go there for SO LONG

blog established: 2017 babyyyy

followers: a humble 54, but I love y’all *kisses*

random fact about me: I have a pet squirrel! his name is Frankie and he’s a little asshole. 

tagging: @himbotozier @iamleavingthisfandom @bealrat @eddiereggretti @running-with-purple-dinosaurs (y’all I cant think of 20 people to follow but pls do it on my behalf i wanna get to know yall!!)

#tagging game

[calmlftv]

42 from the smut prompt with cal 🥵

42. “You make a sound and it’s game over.”

would like to thank calum thomas hood for wearing that black top in the video that was released today. thank u for fueling my thirst !

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“You’ve been naughty today, princess.” 

The special name Calum reserved for you sent a shiver down your spine, his large hands snaking around to your front as he pressed against your back. 

“M’not sure what you mean, daddy,” you state simply, his hands tightening around you. 

He moved his lips to your ear, nipping at the skin just behind it - your favorite spot for him to love. “Wearin’ this skirt,” he mumbled, another shiver down your spine at his low and gravely tone. “Bet you’ve got nothin’ on underneath it.”

His fingers traveled south, smoothing over the fabric of the skirt you were wearing before he bunched it up in both hands, slowly pulling it higher and higher up your body. Once he was close enough he released one hand, slipping it between your thighs to your dripping core. 

He slid one finger into your folds, feeling your arousal as you let out a moan. He chuckled, removing the finger as you whined and pressing it to your lips. 

“Taste it, princess,” he commanded, your mouth opened and accepting his finger, tongue swirling around it as you tasted your own sweet arousal. 

He smirked against your skin. “Good girl,” he praised, moving his over hand to smack your ass. “Bed. Now.” 

You followed orders and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge of it as you watched Cal get on his knees in front of you. He adjusted your position so you were exposed, your skirt pooling around your waist as his eyes took in your core. 

“For being naughty today,” he said, hands hooking around your thighs. “No noises. You make a sound and it’s game over. Got it?”

You opened your mouth to protest but shut it quickly, only nodding as Cal squeezed your thighs. 

Without warning his tongue was on you, your mouth opening to gasp before you forced it shut again. He was slow and deliberate with every lick, his tongue dipping into your entrance before slowly swirling around your clit. 

It took everything within you to not make a noise, your teeth clamped around the side of your hand as you laid back on the bed. He slipped two fingers in and your back arched, hips bucking against him as he pumped them roughly. 

He curled them until he sound your most sensitive spot, your teeth biting down harder on your hand as he continued to brush against it. Before you knew it you were spilling over him, his tongue licking you clean as he continued with your pleasure. 

After the third orgasm you had tears on your cheeks, his free hand slipping under your top and shoving your bra up as he tweaked your nipple, the sensations rolling over your body in waves until you came one more time, a final muffled groan against your hand as he finally pulled away. 

Calum moved to your face and kissed at your tears, gently taking your hand out of your mouth and kissing the deep marks on it. 

He carefully scooped you up, bringing you into the bathroom and starting a warm bath as he undressed and cleaned you up. Once the tub was full he gently placed you in it, quickly joining you and letting you rest back against his chest. 

His lifted your hand from the water and pressed kisses to your knuckles, a bruise already beginning to form where your teeth were just moments ago. “Sorry, baby,” he said sweetly, his other arm tightening around you. 

“S’okay,” you said, getting sleepy now with the warmth of the water against your muscle. “Felt good.” 

Cal chuckled, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder as you both relaxed in the water, turning in for a nap after as you curled up in his hoodie.

#welcome to hoe hours w/ frankie #blurbs.ch #requests #calum hood #5sos #calum hood smut #Anonymous