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Sirop de Fraise

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Oh, fraise. You make me feel unsteady with your saccharine juice.

And, why so? I haven't the faintest idea.

It is particularly strange to think that I might be attached to a red fruit. A tiny one, at that.

Fraise, strawberry, is my God. It crafts a welcoming juice into my mouth's sensitive parts. I feel its nectar flowing in my lips, tongue and palate. It graciously stains my lips, leaving behind a natural reddish color and finally making me more esthetically appealing to men's eyes.

Fraise, fragola, brings me to paradise. While the essence floods down my esophagus, my cheeks burn. Try guessing where my mind went to? I couldn't tell you.

Fraise, fresa, la reina de las frutas. Why do they call her that? In its composition, it is the only fruit in the world that has the seeds on the outside. And in addition, its intense fragrance and sweet taste make it irresistible. So, remember that you are savoring the queen of fruits. Does this make you a queen too? Well, it depends. Do you have seeds on the outside? My man used to have freckels for seeds. He had them everywhere. Even in his adam's apple.

Fragum, fragaria, Fragaria. Wild strawberries grew in the forests of France and Italy during ancient Roman times. They used to believe that the "fraga" were special fruit that had medicinal properties and used them to heal wounds or to make spells.

Erdbeere, strawberry, the first fruit to ripen in spring, making them a delightful harbinger of warmer days. My man, who loved munching on some strawberries, smelled of their fragrance. And he augmented my fertility. I was devoted to his seeds and sperm. It would surge in my insides, producing a new feeling in my head. We had unique offsprings. They were all made of love and strawberries. We took care of them and brought them up, nurtured them to be as lavish and eager as strawberries.

Be careful about the origins of your strawberries. Check out their provenience, because in sylvis proveniunt fungi, fraga, myrtilli et cetera.

Placentne tibi fraga?

You all right? Did I hurt you?

MEAN STREETS (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese

fill her veins — lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader [3.5k] summary: your friend’d had you in all the different ways. fast and hard, deep and bone rattling but this was his favourite. lazy, slow and deep. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, friends with benefits, porn without plot, lazy sex, unprotected (piv) a/n: to the anon that dropped this concept in my ask box, I hope you don’t mind that I took the idea and ran with it. I have so many drafts to finish but this just wouldn’t leave my mind. consider this as a thank you for all the amazing love you’ve poured me with lately, I love you guys so much!! lmk what you think of this!

Lando has an odd taste for trashy reality tv shows. He claims that he doesn’t, that he usually puts them on for background noise but he always ends up settling down on the nearest flattest surface; Eyes glued to the screen. It’s funny, it’s not something you’d expect and most of all, you don’t really mind it. Because he doesn’t care if you don’t pay any attention to it, as long as you’re either in his lap or spooning him.

He’d texted you earlier tonight and you hadn’t expected it, not really. You figured that after the long weekend in Belgium, he’d be ready to travel where the wind took him without any worry about the next weekend where he’d have to show off his best side and bring home a win for his team. Lando had talked about the Maldives and even Singapore, hinting at you coming with him but you’d been quick to shut him down, claiming that your life couldn’t be put on hold. Because it couldn’t.

But he’d gone home, spending exactly three hours with Max before the fucker abandoned him to hang out with his girlfriend and Lando was bored out of his mind when the flat got too quiet, so quiet that he could hear the neighbours flushing their toilets. Then you’d sent him a funny video of cats and Lando had responded with an ‘are you home?’ after laughing himself silly to the video.

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Max Verstappen - Race Winner, Karting Champion, Charles Leclerc's Personal Mic Assistant

Older!König x Innocent!reader Fluff

"Which one" Stepping out of your shared closet, you look down at your outfit (for story purposes I chose the outfit) short black skirt and a grey sweatshirt. Holding two pairs of high knee socks you hold them out in front of you.

"The white one, Engel." He smiles at you, making grabby hands from his spot at the end of your shared bed. Walking towards him you toss the two pairs of socks next to him before climbing into his lap. Smiling sweetly up at him before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm almost done," you smile at him once more before pressing another kiss on his cheek. He settles you in his lap so now your bum is on resting on his thighs and siting forwards. He grabs the pair of white socks before lifting your leg up and putting the long sock on. After putting both socks on he taps your thigh.

"Go get your shoes for me, Schatz" Sliding off his lap and onto the floor, you walk back to your shared clothes. Walking back to him with the shoes in hand, he takes them, setting them next to his thigh. Picking you up and settling you back on his lap once more. Lifting your foot up, he leans over putting your shoe on and tying it before doing the same for your other foot.

"Thank you," giving him a kiss on the lips before sliding off his lap. Standing in front of him, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him to you.

"Of course, Schatz" he kisses your lips before standing to his full height. Back to him towering over you his hand pats your head before running his fingers through your hair.

"Come," his hand grabs your much smaller one, dragging you out of your room and into your living room. Grabbing the keys off of the counter he leads you to the front door, opening it for you. As you past by him and outside just in front of the door he kiss the top of your head.

(x)

baby if you love me, take me to the gas station✧⁠*☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

THE LOVE WITCH

2016, dir. Anna Biller

My great grandma, Violet Leib. It runs in the family.