#he’s my little sin cupcake

[bludpudding]

I have a decade’s worth of questionable history with the church so if I don’t infodump at least a little bit I will explode

tldr: he represents the concept of sin in christianity (christianity being an umbrella term that includes catholicism) and is heavily tied to the city and the letters from paul the apostle to said city

[oreo-creampie]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ⊹ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡

they were roommates poly series

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! established relationship, period sex, receiving oral (Toji is nasty what can I say), fingering, making out, some fondling, praise, voyeurism, some masturbation, they’re soft for you it’s your time of the month you deserve it 💅, double pentration, some making out (not with toji), sucking on suguru’s fingers, creampie, calling Toji and Suguru daddy, ‘it’s too big’ (Toji has a thick cock), light size kink, praise, Toji records your pussy for a little bit, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! boys taking care during time of the month for they were roommates series

Oreo: his hand in this picture is making me feral

Toji parts your wet pussy lips admiring your small hole. “Such a pretty pussy.” His scar deepens with a cocky, lazy smirk, your cunt’s blood coating his lips, dripping down his chin.

Toji dips his head messily sucking and stroking your sensitive clit. Nudging two curled fingers in fingers, your messy cunt squelches, stretching for his fingers easily.

Pumping his fingers, rubbing your sweet spot easing the cramps. Your thighs tremble, breath hitches and your grabbing a handful his hair, roughly tugging.

Writhing, twisting your hips away Toji is persistent, following you with his tongue and fingers. Grabbing your hip pulling you back into place.

You hear the front door unlock, the footsteps of your roommates and the crinkle of their bags. Satoru stop in the entranceway, the blood rushing to his cock.

Suguru slips his shoes off with an annncoument of, “We got you plenty of chocolate, donuts, cupcakes, muffins, ice cream.” Rolling his eyes when Satoru sets the bags down, fixating on Toji and You.

Satoru presentes a sleepy teddy bear, it’s fuzzy paws outstretched. “Annnnnd a cute teddy bear, it warms up in the microwave for your cramps.” Your breathy moans, beautiful face, and messy cunt has the blood rushing to his cock.

Suguru nudges his elbow into Satoru’s arm. “Help me put the snacks up first. No sticking your dick in her mouth either! She’s relaxing.”

Toji glides his fingers out, sucking them clean, wiping his face clean with his crumpled black shirt. His towering over you, broad shoulders, muscular arms, fat pecs and sculpted abs.

Smearing his spit and pre-cum on his cock head, sliding his fingers down his veiny cock head. Crooning, “Princess,” slowly looking you up and down, stroking his cock faster.

Rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, “Imma take care of her, help her feel good so you can rest.” The softness in his deep voice as your cheeks burning.

Biting your lips, and slowly dragging your gaze up his chest. The various pale or light pink scars make him look hotter. Catching his passionate stormy gray gaze.

Teasing you, “Havin’ fun admirin’ me doll?” Toji pushes your thigh by your side, swiping his warm, fat head between your lips.

His abs clench as he sensually rolls his hips, gently sliding his thick cock in with a deep, sinful groan. His jaw drops slightly, “Nnnn ahh fuck, s’ warm nnnn tight!” Tilting his head back, his jawline and adam’s apple looks so slutty.

Splaying your fingers on Toji’s flexing abs. “Nnn daddy ‘s tooo biiigggnnnnnhhh!” Clenching Toji tighter, getting off how his soft skin feels in contrast to how pussy grippingly hard he is.

Each slow, deep stroke makes your cunt loudly squelch. “Yet she’s takin’ me perfectly.” Grabbing his phone, recording his fat head slowly stretching your tight hole out. Until your messy cunt is stretching wide with the rest of him sinking in.

Showing you the clip, “Look at her mmmm love seein’ her messy nnnn’ bloody, stretchin’ for my cock.” Toji’s thick cock thinly coated in blood is widely spreading your messy cunt. Sinking in balls deep till you see only a faint sliver of his cock.

You can feel the slope of his cockhead perfectly rubbing your g-spot, before pushing deeper. Then there is the pulsing of his veins and how incredibly hard he is.

Satoru and Suguru take up either side of the sofa. Something about being watching, knowing they’re next makes it so much hotter.

Toji groans, “Grippinnnn’ hhh me like thatnnn,” his large muscular body shutters, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw drops with an erotic groan, “fuck me, she’s so much warmer, sloppier! Nnn! Love it when she’s so messy!”

Fixing his attention on your sloppy cunt. Admiring your wet lips wrapping around his cock, the way your messy pussy is spread wide open for him. “Wannnna cum in ya! These two can fuck it in deeper.”

Satoru croons, “How ya feeling beautiful?” Gently circling your soft nipple with his thumb. “Is he doing a good job taking care of our pretty lil pussy n’ princess?” Glancing from Toji to Satoru, your cunt clenching, fuck Satoru is so handsome.

His fluffy white hair streaks across his sparkling blue eyes. Glossy light pink lips stretch from a kind grin to a playful smirk when you don’t answer. “Aww are you too cock drunk to speak already?!”

You can’t answer, too close to cumming, each swipe of Toji’s thumb and stroke of his cock is wrecking you. You’re a moaning messed on a towel, curled-up against the sofa, legs spread wide open. Pussy too full to think straight.

Gushing and clenching Toji’s fat cock, his veins gently pulsing as he spills warm thick cum inside of you. “Shit ya felt too good to pull out. She was begging for me to cum in her.” The throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his thick cum deep feels too good to pass up.

Sliding your hand up his chest, squeezing Toji’s large pec. “’s warm! Nnn your thumb!” Your pussy flutters from how Toji’s rubs your sensitive clit faster. Slowly dragging his softening cock ou, dipping his head down, dragging his tongue between your lips.

He stops when his nose nudges your clit as he glides his tongue in with a groan. “Needed one more taste of your pretty cunt before I head for a shower.” Kissing your lips and kiss before standing up and leaving.

“Brush your teeth too!” Satoru calls after Toji.

He yells from the stairs, “Yeah, yeah yeah!”

Suguru picks you up cradling you to his chest, Satoru quickly switches the towels for two nearby fresh ones where Suguru gently lies you down.

Spreading your legs for Suguru. Settled between your legs Suguru slicks his long dark hair back. His muscular arms flex as he puts his hair in a bun. The shorter locks of his bangs quickly escape.

Wrapping your leg around his waist. “Can you take both of us? I’ll go first, get you loose and relaxed before he slips in.” Lining himself up, swiping his thick cock between your lips. Suguru is a little thinner than Toji but longer.

“Mmmhmm I wanna feel your cocks rubbing together inside me.” Eager to be sandwich in between Suguru and Satoru’s well sculpted chests. Wanting to feel their large hands holding, folding and caressing your body.

Satoru holds up a rectangle pillow, “Lift her up, l’ll replace it.” Suguru softly folds your leg by your side, carefully lifting your hips up for Satoru to slide it underneath.

Lifting your head carefully, Satoru puts a softer pillow beneath your head. Kissing your forehead, “How’s that?” Suguru swipes his cock head between your soft wet lip, sliding your leg over his shoulder.

Sliding your fingers along Satoru’s soft undercut. “‘S comfortable, thank you for being sweet all day.” Glancing from Satoru to Suguru. His slanted passionate dark chocolate eyes are too warm, too gentle, loving and captiving.

Suguru lifts your hand to his lips, kissing the interlocking three-band wedding ring. “It’s what our princess deserves.” Leaning over you, Suguru pushes Toji’s thick cum in with a gentle, passionate deep roll of his hips.

Quivering as Suguru spreads your sloppy wet, bloody pussy out. His soft skin contrasting how rock hard his cock is. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, his weight, soothingly presses you into the sofa keeps you from wiggling from.

You adore Suguru’s deep breathy groans, “You’re so beautiful princess, ya nnnnn feel so warmmm n’ soft, ‘s fuckin’ wet!” Your eyes roll back, jaw dropping with a needy moan.

The passionate sensual rocking of Suguru’s hips driving you wild. From the soft texture of his skin to how toe curling hard he is. He spreading you wide, going so deep in your squelching wet, messy pussy.

He stuffs his thick fingers past your lips for you to suck on. Swirling your tongue around both. Grabbing his large wrist, slipping your fingers into his soft hair, knocking his bun loose.

You can hear the slick sound of Satoru stroking his cock. “She looks so damn sexy underneath you takin’ your fat cock. Fuck me beautiful I can’t wait to feel your hot, tight pussy squeezing mw against Suguru’s cock.”

You pleadingly looking up at Suguru, picking his pace up. Suguru hard cock stroking your sensitive pussy, one his his puffy veins rubs your sweet spot.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth and gently kissing you. You wrap your arm around Suguru digging your nails into his back, gently tugging his long, soft dark hair.

Parting your lips for Suguru’s soft tongue, moaning into his mouth. The kiss is so tender, slow, and passionate. His deep groans, and warm, muscular body pressing against your is divine.

Breaking away, “Are you ready for Satoru or do you need a little longer?” Kissing your for head, you love how much smaller you feel underneath Suguru’s enormous, muscular body.

Suguru leans back enough to admire your beautiful face. Begging, “Mmmhmmmready wanna feel you both!” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulder, down his well defined thick pecs. He’s so stunning, with a loving smile, gentle warm brown eyes and a well sculpted body making your cunt throb, clench and drool.

You hear the shuffle of moving furniture as Suguru carefully lifting you off the sofa. Satoru is pushing the carpet and coffee table aside. Spreading both the towel out on the floor, where Suguru holds you over.

Satoru presses his warm hard chest against your back. Leaning your head back to look up at his beautiful face. Admiring the shape of his jawline as he lines himself up. Splaying your fingers on Suguru’s chest, slowly slipping your fingers over Satoru’s undercut.

He gently glides his cock in, spreading your sloppy wet pussy wider. Stretching your taunt and tight, clenching both of their cocks, you can acutely feel Satoru’s head is above Suguru’s. Causing Suguru to rub against his cock head when he slowly rolls his hips.

Satoru and Suguru hold you in a mating press between them. Their large hands gripping your soft, squishy thighs. You jaw drops, thighs quiver, hips arch.

Matching each other’s pace perfectly, Satoru whines, “Nnn fuuuuuuck me! Nnnn that it princess squeeze our cocks together, ‘s wet n’ perfect.” He kisses the top of your head, dragging his hand slowly up your side. Softly rubbing your sensitive nipple.

Dipping his head giving you a passionate, deep kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He’s needy, fervent like he won’t get another chance to kiss you. And this is his only chance to memorize your lips softly mold to his.

Suguru dips his head softly sucking on your neck, sliding his large hand down your thigh, squeezing the soft fat of your hips. Their cocks spreading your sensitive, messy cunt taunt as Satoru and Suguru fuck you.

You’re a thoughtless, cum and cock stuffed pamper princess between them. Getting off on their soft loving caresses and gentle roll of their hips. The intense, overstimulation pleasure soothing your cramps, leaving your a mess of bliss.

So eager to cum, moaning into Satoru’s mouth. Slipping your fingers from his soft undercut into his fluffy hair. When he breaks away to let you breath, you breathily plead, “Wanna cum! Daddy please! Don’t stop, I'm gonnnnnnnaaaannnn.” Satoru muffles your moans with his lips.

Suguru insists, “That’s it gorgeous, nnnn cum.” Your messy cunt gushes, spasms and clenches Suguru and Satoru’s cock. Both of them are too much for your sensitive cunt to stand a chance.

Whimpering, trembling, your eyes water as they don’t stop. Your warm thick cum soaking their cocks, balls and the towel below. Satoru softly strokes your nipple, crooning, “I’m so proud of you gorgeous for cumming so hard on our cocks.”

Oreo m.list

[devildomcuties]

When you/they find out, fingertips are an erogenous zone

thank you for the request! I tried this with my husband and i don't think i did it correctly but i tried my best in writing this, so I hope it's close to what you requested! video

🕷 pairing: demon brother x gn!reader

🕷 wc: 1.8k

🕷 warnings: pet names (babe, treasure, baby, love, doll, cupcake, little moon), suggestive content (18+), licking, biting, and sucking on fingers, shared bath, food mention, mention of oral sex

Lucifer 

Lucifer was used to your odd shenanigans after being on your D.D.D. all evening, so when you walked into his bedroom with a bashful smile, he knew you were up to something.  

“What is it that you saw this time?” Lucifer asks as he looks up from his book. He raises a brow when you don’t respond immediately. Sighing, he shuts his book and sets it on the nightstand. 

“Well, I saw this video,” you start as you walk toward him. “And apparently fingertips are considered an erogenous zone…” 

Lucifer gives you a few seconds to continue, but he smirks when you don’t. 

“Is there something you’d like to try, babe?”

You can feel your face heat as he eyes you playfully. Whatever you’ve seen, you’ve been dying to get him alone, in his bedroom no less.

“It’s silly,” you say as you try to backtrack but his hand wraps around your wrist gently to keep you in place. You refuse to meet his gaze, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him.

“You never have to hide from me, babe. Now, show me what you learned,” he instructs as he releases your wrist and places his wrist in your hand. 

You take it gingerly, pressing your fingertips to his with some pressure before dragging them down his arm. Lucifer watches you curiously, surprised when his body responds to your fingertips.

“Do it again,” he commands and you gladly do so.

This time, Lucifer shuts his eyes and inhales sharply. He cups your face and kisses you when you take your hand off him.

He’ll spend the rest of the night doing the same to you.

Mammon 

Boredom rarely came to you when you were at HOL. Normally, you’d be with one of the brothers, whichever happened to steal you away for the moment.

Today, Mammon had won. 

“Mammon,” you whine from his bed as he sits at his desk counting Grimm.

“Just a minute, Treasure,” he responds as he continues counting. 

“But I want to show you something,” you pout, lying on his bed. 

Mammon hums, finishing his counting before getting into bed beside you. 

“What is it, Treasure?” 

“This,” you giggle as you take his hand in yours. You press your fingertips to his own, dragging them up his arm before your nails lightly dig into his skin. 

Mammon moans immediately, surprising himself. 

“What did you do, Treasure?” he asks with wide eyes as you smile bashfully. You repeat your actions, eyes glued to the sinful reactions Mammon gives you.

“Fuck, Treasure,” he groans as he moves to straddle your hips. He pins your arms over your head, fingers laced together. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Gladly,” you grin.

Levi

You’d been in Levi’s bedroom all evening. You had played games, read some of his new manga, and alphabetized his most recent purchases.

Now you were sitting beside him while he played his new RPG. Unfortunately for you, it was single-player, so all you could do was watch.

You knew the moment you tried to leave, he’d beg you to stay, and you couldn’t resist him. You were head over heels for him, and he knew it.

“Levi,” you pout. “Pay attention to me.”

Your whines don’t go unanswered as he briefly looks at you. “Y-yeah?”

“Play with me,” you whine. 

Levie blushes, thoughts heading into dangerous territory before his game garners his attention again. 

Frowning, you take his free hand in your own. Levi goes to protest but is surprised when you bring his fingertips to your lips. Gently, you kiss each of them as he quits his game to stare at you. 

You ignore him as you take his finger into your mouth, your teeth gently sinking into the pad of his finger. Levi watches on with astonishment, biting back a moan as his face burns red. His cock twitches in his pants, and his breathing grows heavy as your tongue swirls around his finger.

“Are you going to play with me now, Levi?” you ask with a smile before you take his finger back into your mouth, sucking and nipping at his fingertip.

“Yeah, I-I am,” Levi stutters as you bite him a little harder just to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

Satan

“What did I miss?” you ask as you wake from your nap. Satan chuckles as you sit up, your hair mussed from tossing and turning in your sleep. He’s smiling when he fixes your hair with one hand and uses the other to mark his place in his book.

“What are you reading?” you ask as you sit up, moving to sit between his legs with your back pressed to his chest.

Satan shows you the cover of his book, and your eyes widen as you read the title.

31 Erogenous Zones of the Human Body.

“Oh?” you perk up, ignoring the flush of heat rising to your cheeks.

Satan smirks. “There are the obvious ones. You know, the lips, the neck, the chest.”

You nod as you open the book to the page he was on and Satan rests his chin on your shoulder. “But this one is interesting. The fingertips are sensitive, and so are the palms and wrists.”

“Have you ever tried it on a human?” you ask, feeling Satan’s chest rumble as he laughs.

“Baby, do you think I’d tolerate any other human close enough to figure out what their erogenous zones are? There’s only you, my love. That’s why I ordered this book as soon as I saw it.” Satan explains as he places the book aside.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm. His teeth scrape the end of your palm, making you sigh as he kisses his way to your wrist. He sucks the sensitive skin, feeling you go limp in his hold.

“So responsive,” he teases as he continues to kiss his way upward, watching you unravel right before him.

You were in for a long night of pleasure.

Asmo

“Doll, am I happy to see you!” Asmo exclaims when he comes out of the bathroom fresh from his shower.

“You texted me to come in here,” you respond with a smile. You managed to sneak around HOL with just the robe Asmo had gifted you this morning. Now you were heading into the bathtub with Asmo to scrub and pamper you until he was content.

Asmo is gentle with his touch as he rubs your shoulders with his hands. He’s on his knees as he raises your arm out of the tub to rub a loofah over your skin. Something about the rough texture makes you moan as you shut your eyes to focus on the pleasure.

Humming, Asmo continues, giggling when you moan his name and sink into the tub further. “You seem to be enjoying this more than usual, Doll.”

“Feels good,” you state as Asmo adds more pressure to your arm with the loofah before tossing it to the other side of the tub. 

“Fuck it,” Asmo curses as he takes his bathrobe off and joins you in the tub. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you to his chest as he kisses your neck and shoulders. “You’re too intoxicating to resist.”

Silently, Asmo grabs your wrist, pulling your arm towards him. Slowly, he rubs your arm, nails scratching your skin softly until he adds more pressure on the next run.

His name rolls off your tongue, back arching slightly as his lips meet your shoulder. “Such a pretty little doll for me.”

Beel

“You know, when you mentioned having a snack, I didn’t think you meant everything in the Devildom,” you tease as you push your unfinished candy bar toward Beel.

Beel takes it. He eats it immediately before moving on to the next chocolate bar. “Just a little something before dinner.”

“Is Belphie in the attic again?” you ask as you move to sit in his lap.

“Yeah, he said my snacking was keeping him awake,” Beel shrugs as he opens another chocolate bar.

You giggle, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny, Cupcake?” Beel asks as he finishes his chocolate.

“Nothing. It just means I have you all to myself,” you grin, taking his wrist and bringing his chocolate-covered fingers to your lips.

Beel eyes you curiously as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking the chocolate off and nipping his fingertip.

Beel moans when you release his finger and take another into your mouth. He’s not surprised when his cock stirs in his pants when you suck his finger clean, swirling your tongue around the tip. 

When you’re done sucking his fingers, Beel slams his lips on yours. His sticky hands grip the back of your head as he deepens the kiss to taste the sweetness of the chocolate on your tongue. Your hips grind down on his, moaning into his mouth as he groans your name when your hands fist his shirt, nearly tearing it off his body.

Beel didn’t think something as simple as sucking and biting on his fingers would turn him on so much, but all he can think of now is stuffing your mouth full of his cock.

Belphie

“Moon?” Belphie asks sleepily when he feels you stir in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad dream,” you gently stroke his hair. “Nothing to worry about.”

Belphie frowns, he’s tried to take your bad dreams away. Keeping you at his side at bedtime to help keep the nightmares away. He can filter most of them out, but some still slip through. He’ll have to ask Lucifer or Solomon if there’s anything else he can do to rid you of these dreams.

You know as long as he and his brothers are around, harm will not come to you. But still, these bad dreams persist.

Belphie laces your fingers together, kissing your hand before kissing each of your fingers.

“You’re safe with me, Moon. You always will be,” he promises as he takes your palm and lightly runs his nails over the tender skin. You nod, curling into his side as he continues to stroke your palm with his fingertips, alternating between rubbing and scratching it gently.

“It tickles,” you grin as he brings your hand to his lips, teeth sinking into your wrist. You moan, melting into a puddle beside him. Belphie smiles sleepily as he does it again, kissing your lips before lacing your fingers together.

“Go to sleep, Little Moon. I’ll keep all the dangers away,” Belphie promises, as you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep a few minutes later.

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[lxnarphase]

Hii :3 How are u?

Could we have a Hakari x black!bimbo!fem!reader ? I have such a soft spot for bimbos istg 💞💞

━━ ❝ so pink, so cutie ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : hakari kinji x blk!bimbo!fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, dirty talk, rough sex, wet and messy, riding, cowgirl position, squirting, a single spank (I think), praise kink, kinji loves playing with your hair, kinji being a bully

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mm i am not very sure yet how to write bimbo reader so I did my best, but more practice will probably help me get it right ❤︎

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you want to prove to hakari you can ride him without help, and he can't help but appreciate how cute you look doing it

hakari couldn't help himself, his hands were always in your hair, playing with your soft curls. he wondered the next time you get braids or faux locs in, hoping you'd get them in another cute color.

feeling you dig your nails into his shoulders makes him think. maybe you'd get them to match your pretty nails with his initial on your ring finger's nail. yeah, thinking of you with purple to match his hair with gold accessories would look perfect on you.

"k-kinjiiiii, stop daydreaming when i'm fucking you, dummy!"

magenta eyes snap back to you, his hand giving a little tug to your hair. "don't be a brat, cupcake, my girl just looks so incredible t'day," he fake pouts, his free hand caressing your hip as his fingers brush against the bunched-up fabric of your negligee.

you really do look so stunning on top of him like this, a little shy smile on those glossy lips as you bounce in his lap, sweet moans falling from your lips. the noises you're making are too quiet for his liking, though. he wants to flip you over so bad and fuck into your soaked hole and make you scream his name.

but hakari couldn't.

wouldn't.

not when just a little bit ago you were pleading with him to let you take control and ride him, giving him those 'innocent' doe eyes and that cute little pout on that mouth that was practically begging for him to push his cock into.

so here he is, letting his princess of a girlfriend use him for her pleasure...even though he could see you struggling each time you slid down to the base, a pitiful moan leaving you each time.

it was so cute how you were trying so hard, not wanting to give in and ask him for help, knowing you were so close to cumming, slow movements shifting to desperate grinding and bouncing on his cock.

the sight of you desperately fucking yourself on him has hakari groaning, hips unconsciously bucking up into you. "god, baby, look at you...fuck, you're taking me so well, you can do it," he coos in a low voice, savoring this new side of you.

the slick feeling of your gummy walls massaging him, practically strangling his cock was making him light-headed.

"such a pretty thing, my good girl, keep takin' that dick, baby, making your kinji so fuckin' proud."

your legs are shaking as you continue to ride him, hands resting on his chest as your eyes flutter shut, sweet whimpers as messy, wet noises start to fill the room.

his praise, it was always his praise that got you. it made you nearly go dumb on his dick, wanting him to keep saying how good you were doing, how pretty you looked, how good it felt for you to ride him.

getting lost in your head, you miss the way hakari let out a deep groan, eyes focusing on where you both were connected. you always were such a mess, but seeing how fucking wet you’re getting him right now...

each time you lift yourself up, sticky, wet strands of your slick connect to hakari's lap from your inner thighs and the sight is sinful, making his head fall back from the pang of need that shot down his spine, cock twitching in your warm cunt.

you had no idea what you did to him, did you?

those familiar little tears start to stream down your face as you grow closer and closer to your peak, cunt trying to milk him as you triy so hard to fuck yourself to orgasm...but you just couldn't, you couldn't get the angle right, couldn't grind the way kinji did.

and he can tell what you need, seeing you struggle to figure it out as you had this almost dumb look of confusion on your face as your moans turn to frustrated huffs, your bouncing turning to desperate humping.

as cute as it is to see you like this, he's had enough and knows he needs to take control. your inexperience with riding is edging you and him.

and hakari kinji does not get edged.

"aww, are y'crying? cupcake, you're so fucking spoiled, you know that, right?" he teases, a grin on his face when he sees the way you try to not giggle from his words, eyes immediately rolling back when he plants his feet onto the mattress and starts fucking up into you, that smug grin still on his face.

"k-kinjiiiii!" you practically squeal, falling forward onto his chest as he ruined your insides. "k-kin, kin, no fair, wanted-oh-w-wanted to do it," you whined, barely able to formulate a sentence with how he pounded up into you.

the bratty little words that left you send a surge of desire through hakari, and he can't help but laugh.

he was fucking you good, your gummy walls stretching to take each one of his thrusts as your pussy coats him in a constant stream of wetness, and you had the nerve to whine right now?

god, he's spoiled you rotten, hasn't he?

"mmh, but babyyyyy, you just needed your man to fuck you, right? you did so goddamn good, dolly, rode me 'til you made a lil' mess of me," he hisses, taking his bottom lip between his teeth when he feels how you clench on him so perfectly. "s'okay, I saw you struggling a bit, let me take care of you, lemme fuck this tight cunt, pretty girl."

you're so needy for hakari. it's almost cruel how the tip of his cock rams up against that spongy spot inside you that makes you cry his name, feeling his fingers dig into the fat of your ass as he keeps you from moving away from the sensitivity too much.

your eyes roll back into your head, drool dripping down your bottom lip and chin as hakari's hips slam up into yours, a dark chuckle leaving him between groans at your disheveled state. he loved that he could get his pretty baby stupid on his cock like this. it was so cute.

"you're takin' it soooo good, cupcake, you've learned to take my dick like, shit, like this, y'know that? fuck, so perfect, my perfect girl." hakari savors each and every sob you gave him, eyes never leaving your fucked out state.

your eyes drip with tears as you couldn't do anything but take it, body in heaven as you lost the will to be bratty with him. after all, you loved when hakari would take control and make you feel good when he saw you struggle.

he was a fucking sucker for making his pretty girl feel good.

"kinji, 'm gonna cum," you softly moan, so soft and quiet that told him this was going to break you. god, you were so fucking cute/ he could feel your pretty cunt squeezing him so tightly, each slide of his cock causing obscene squelching to fill the room.

hearing you say you were close, hakari quickerns his pace, his breathing heavy as his fingers dug into the fat of your ass, helping you meet his pace.

"s'okay," he panted, urging you as his magenta eyes locked to yours. you could see that he wanted you, and the pure, desperate need in his eyes made you moan his name.

he loved you so much, it was obvious, but every time you looked into his eyes when he buried his cock into you like this, each time that sweet drag of his cock made your cunt get wetter, you could tell one thing.

hakari was doing this for your pleasure and his top priority was making you feel good.

"you're so close, i can feel it, I can fucking feel it, baby. let go for me, lemme feel that pussy cum for me," he rasped, eyes fluttering shut as he cursed under his breath.

"k-kinji, kin, kinjiii, i'm cumming!"

"good fucking girl, fuckin' give it to me, doll, don't stop cumming, keep going."

it's so pretty to hear it come from your lips, but so much better when he feels it. your twitching and shivering, pussy fluttering around his fat cock that just keeps fucking thrusting into you, and you can't help but burst.

hakari's eyes darkened with possessive lust when he felt the start of it, his lower half suddenly wetter than before. you just squirted. hell, you still fucking are as he keeps moving, and suddenly hakari doesn't think this'll be the last round of tonight.

his pretty little angel just unlocked something inside of him that he knows he's never gonna get enough of, groaning at the sensation of you stretching his chest once the stimulation gets too much, his hips slowing down to give you a little break.

sweet little babbles of his name and incomplete sentences light you as you rested your head on his chest, pussy giving little squeezes as you tried to get your thoughts back.

"poor thing, i made you squirt? aww, c'mere babyyy, it's okay, it's hot as fuck, I promise. mm...can i cum, princess? you gonna let me cum?" he softly asks you, looking into your eyes as one of his hands comes up from your hip to your curls again, playing with it to get you to come back to him.

"oh, baby, i really fucked you stupid, didn't i..." hakari shifts, as if he's about to pull out of you, but he's stopped when you grind back down onto him, a choked moan escaping him.

"noooo, don't pull out, kin, you can't," you whine, finally able to lift yourself off his chest a little. you look a mess. mascara is running down your cheeks, your eyeliner is smudged a little, and it looks like all of your lip gloss came off...too bad, he loved how it made your plump lips look so kissable.

when you look like this, he has to fuck you again...yeah, he's gonna do his job right and stuff that pretty pussy with his cum, make sure his princess is nice and full.

"shit...get on your back, cupcake, you look so pretty. I'm gonna fuck you just a lil' more, okay? i wanna fill you up, dolly...let's see if we can make you squirt again too, hm?"

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[just-a-ghost00]

How can you improve ?

This PAC is meant to provide you with general advice to help you improve and move forward on your path. This is going to be a very simple reading, with only two cards for each group.

Group 1 - 8 of wands & Justice

You need to combine your creative power drive with careful execution. Your ideas and desires are worth exploring but you should proceed strategically. Act before any little hint of doubt can slither in your mind and stop you from moving forward. Don’t give yourself the time to hesitate but don’t be careless about it either. This is a difficult thing to do but if you manage to get into action at the precise point where you’ve thought about it enough without overthinking it, then you’ll be good to go. The second thing I am picking up on is communication. It is important that you clearly communicate your boundaries. Without exception. No matter who is standing in front of you. No matter how good they were to you. If someone crosses a boundary, it is mandatory that you call them out. No one gets a free pass, you deserve to be respected no matter what. You are no doormat, no punching ball nor a stress ball. You are a loveable human being and you should be treated as such.

Group 2 - 2 of cups, The Devil

Having the devil as an advice card feels a bit counter intuitive 😂 Combined with the 2 of cups, on top of that. To me, in this case, this represents sensuality and pleasure. Your key to improving is to allow yourself to indulge in whatever guilty pleasure you have. Want to eat that cupcake ? Go for it. Thinking about going on a vacation ? Fly as soon as you get the chance. You’ve been running in circles wondering if you should send that love confession? Don’t think twice. Allow yourself to be happy. Allow yourself to exist. You deserve to live. You deserve to take up space. You are allowed to laugh. You are allowed to have fun. You are allowed to love and be loved. It is not a sin to do what you like because you want it. It is not forbidden to let your guard down and just allow yourself to be. You are enough. Be in that receptive energy. Go with the flow and take things as they go, one step at a time. Slow down. Enjoy your life. Find your rhythm. Find your joy. Explore. Connect with people. Form partnerships. Do not deprive yourself of something out of guilt. You can never regret doing what you love.

Group 3 - 7 of wands, Hierophant

As the 7 of wands represents competition among other things and the Hierophant maturity, I feel like the first piece of advice is to be the bigger person. If anyone is coming at you with a bad vibe, do not even bother answering back. Don’t give them a taste of their own medicine, no matter how tempting that may sound. Believe me you won’t be feeling any better afterwards. The true victory lies in being able to tame your demons. The second piece of advice is to not give up on learning. If you’re a student, keep going and don’t give up on your education right now. If you wanted to learn a new skill but you feel like that would be too hard for you, don’t let that stop you. Keep pushing. Keep fighting for your goals and dreams. Seek for knowledge in everything and everyone. Take any opportunity presented to you as a lesson that will only make you wiser and richer. Don’t take things personally. See the bigger picture. Notice the patterns. Read between the lines. Don’t let yourself be fooled by appearances and look for the finer details. I’ll give you an example by using my own personal experience. My father was acting a bit oddly lately. He kept criticizing me every time I was doing something that I found enjoyable. At first, my reaction was to feel offended and it made me angry so I would be acting aloof as well. But then one morning I just sat for a minute or two after one more episode like this happened and I realized that the implicit message was that he was feeling sad and lonely, and the reason why he was acting that way was because he envied what I had and wanted to be a part of it. He envied the fact that despite not feeling very good myself, I was still able to do fun things and enjoy myself while he thought he couldn’t. Now if you look at that from an external point of view, you would say that had he allowed himself to do the same, he would have felt better. Which I would agree with. But being caught up in his mental fog, he didn’t realize that and instead thought that nagging at me would get me to pay him more attention when it generated the complete opposite.

[holylulusworld]

Every Breath You Take (5)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, longing

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath You Take (4)

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The warm sun kisses your skin as you walk along the pathway. You lift your head and look up at the sky. It seems a little bluer today.

Maybe it’s because today is one of the rare days off, or maybe it’s because of your secret admirer.

When your boss told you that you could take the rest of the week off, the first thing that came to your mind was to go for a walk in the park.

It’s been a while since you had the time or motivation to walk around the small park close to your favorite café. You will have a little sin later too. A cupcake, or a slice of cake and your favorite tea.

“The weather is nice, isn’t it?” A man came out of nowhere to talk to you, making you flinch. “I have never seen you around here.”

He gets a little closer, and you instinctively take a step back. You’d hoped your secret admirer would make a move today. But you are sure, this is not him.

“Oh, I came here with my boyfriend to walk our dog,” you lie without missing a beat. You point toward the only other person at the park, a man playing with his dog. “Our dog loves the park.”

“Your dog,” the man dips his head to look in the direction you pointed at. “It’s a cute dog.” He wrinkles his nose. ‘Another missed chance’…he thinks to himself.

“Thank you,” you sidestep the man, “I should join my boyfriend. We like to play with our dog together.”

You walk toward the stranger and his dog, praying he’s not another creep.

“Watch out, Biscuit,” the man says as his dog wants to jump at you. “Sorry, he’s overly enthusiastic sometimes. My sister always tells me to keep a close eye on the furry beast. It’s her dog.” You don’t know why, but you immediately feel safe around him.

“It’s fine,” you glance over your shoulder at the other man. He’s still watching you. “I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but can you act as if you’re my boyfriend? That guy over there gave me the creeps and I lied to him.”

“Oh,” the man looks over your shoulder at the man who’s still watching you. “No problem, miss.” He gently takes your hand to hold it. “I’m Sam.” He introduces himself as Sam Wilson.

“Y/N,” you murmur. “I’m really sorry for bothering you but…”

“You can never be too safe,” Sam says and laughs as the dog rubs his cheek into your calf. “I wanted to come here with a friend, but he canceled last minute. You can stick around as long as you want to.”

“Thanks…again.”

From a distance Bucky watches you talk to Sam. It wasn’t in his plans that you’d talk to Sam. It was simply bad timing and the douche wanting to do more than hit on you.

“At least she’s safe with Sam,” Bucky huffs under his breath. He watches you for a little longer until Sam walks you toward the small café you like so much. “He’s a good man and will keep you safe while I check on that douche.”

“Buddy, I only tried to talk to a pretty girl. She liked talking to me,” The man bugging you at the park takes two steps back when the angry former winter soldier steps toward him.

Bucky balls his metal hand into a fist. He’s struggling to keep his anger at bay. If the man in front of him only breathes wrong, he’ll break his neck.

“She didn’t seem to like being around you,” Bucky snarls at the man. He grabs him but his collar and breathes in the man’s face. “Do you have the slightest idea what I could do to you for even looking at her?”

The man panics. Bucky can see it in his eyes. “Listen, I didn’t know she’s got a boyfriend. I saw a pretty woman and wanted to take a chance on her.”

“If a woman gets nervous close to you, and takes two steps back, she doesn’t like you.”

Bucky harshly tugs at the man’s jacket, shaking him like he weighs nothing.

“Please…I didn’t mean to…”

“I know exactly what you were up to,” Bucky’s features darken. “If you don’t want me to be your judge, juror, and executioner, you will go to the cops and tell them every secret you are hiding. Every. Single. One.”

"You're...you're the winter soldier," the man hiccups.

"If you know who I am, you know what I can do to you..."

“Hmm…I wonder why he didn’t show today,” you sigh deeply and hug your plushie a little tighter. “That man could’ve hurt me.”

While you switch the TV on, switching the channels, Bucky stiffens at your words. He was there to protect you. It was simply bad timing. If you didn’t seek shelter in Sam, Bucky would’ve played the knight in shiny armor to finally introduce himself to you.

You stop switching channels when you see a familiar face on the screen. You pump up the volume, gasping loudly. “Wait…that’s the man from the park. He got arrested after he confessed to three murders.”

Dropping the remote control to the ground you sniffle. That man wanted to hurt and kill you. If not for your instinct, you could be dead.

“OHMYGOD!” You whimper as you listen to the news. According to a reporter, a stranger, a secret hero, forced the man to admit all of his crimes. “ITWASHIM!”

You jump up and do a little dance. “I know it was him! He was there to protect me.” You fall back onto the couch, smiling widely. “He was there…he was there…”

Bucky mirrors your smile as he listens to you. “Alpine, she knows I was there. Punk, come over here and watch her. Y/N knows that I protected her again.”

Alpine refuses to acknowledge their owner tonight. Bucky smelled like a dog when he came home - thanks to Biscuit.

“I should’ve broken his neck. But we cannot draw too much attention toward us, Alpine. I need to control my anger and use my strength only to protect our girl.”

“So, who is she?” Sam tries to get answers. Lately, Bucky is a little distracted, and he smiles. That moody and stoic man smiles when Sam is not looking. And honestly, it scares Sam a little.

“What?” Bucky clears his throat. He’s busy checking on his bike.

Sam rolls his eyes. “You heard me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky tries to pretend his heart is not racing. Sam cannot find out about his obsession with you.

“You bought flowers the other day,” Sam puts his hands on his hips and stares Bucky down. “I don’t believe for one moment this isn’t about a pretty dame. Who is she?”

“I bought flowers for my therapist.” Another little white lie to cover his secret. “Uh-to thank her. You know. She helps me make progress and encourages me to make friends and stuff.”

“Your therapist…I see,” Sam hums. He doesn’t believe Bucky but will not dig deeper for now. Sam is happy that Bucky is making progress. If he found someone sharing his life on his way to recovery, Sam would be even happier for Bucky. “That was nice of you, man.”

“I won’t give you flowers,” Bucky smirks. “Maybe your sister…”

“My sister is off-limits—” Sam points out. “This is your first and only warning. If you…”

“Relax,” Bucky laughs. “Sarah is great, and a beautiful woman. But I respect your wish.” He doesn’t give away that he already set his eyes on someone else.

You. Only you…

Part 6

Tags in reblog.

[hysteria-things]

i need a part 4 of sinful desires 🙏🙏🙏🙏

SINFUL DESIRES (part four)

read part one here

read part two here

read part three here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s prom season with your new boyfriend nate. let’s just say, it’s definitely a night to remember.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, pinch of fluff, tied hands, marking, teasing, oral (female receiving), a little praising, making out, fingering, p in v, possessiveness, overstimulation

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,547

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m so happy you guys are loving the new theme🥹

i stumbled upon this photo and nate got me spiraling like how is the (my) man low key ripped🤣

“y/n! nate’s here!” your mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.

you’ve been trying to keep the relationship on the down low with him, but it doesn’t help that he’s attached to your hip every time you guys are in school. it didn’t take long for people to notice.

usually, he’d text you if he’s coming over, but this is the first time he’s here unannounced.

you walk down the stairs and see your mom talking to him, but when they see you your mom smiles. “i’ll leave you two be.”

she exits, and that’s when you notice a white box in his hands. “i know you don’t like attention.” he starts. “like whenever your family and mine would go out for your birthday you’d throw a hissy fit when i told the waiter to sing to you.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “yeah, yeah. what’s this about?”

“so.” he sighs. “since we’re official and because i’m not that much of an asshole to ask you in front of the whole school, i got you cupcakes.”

he opens the box, revealing five nicely decorated cupcakes with extra treats around it. it’s your favorite flavor, and the writing is in your favorite color.

you grin widely.

PROM?

the sound of the zipper is heard while your mother beams behind you. “you look so beautiful.” she says and you turn around.

not to sound biased, but your dress is beautiful. it’s red and sparkly with a slit on the side of your leg. it’s off the shoulder and flows neatly down to your ankles. the top of it is separated by a mesh with red stems and leaves stitched on it.

you hear footsteps come up the stairs, and your dad enters the room. “nate’s downstairs waiting for you.” he says, smiling at the way you look.

you get deja vu when walking down the stairs. it feels like the day when he asked you to prom a few weeks ago.

nate moistens his lips, holding your hands in his to put the corsage on your wrist. he’s wearing a simple black tux with a red tie and handkerchief, along with red dress shoes.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he mumbles so only you can hear. “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

prom went on smoothly… except for the football player who tried to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend’s face.

you didn’t feed into it or anything, but you’re a people pleaser. so, you talked back politely to the guy trying to let him down easy. he didn’t get the memo.

your dress is bunched up on the floor along with nate’s shirt and pants. he still has his boxers on for now.

he tightens the tie he wore on your hands that are tied to the headboard of his bed. he didn’t give you shit for talking to the guy, but you know this is your punishment.

he leaves wet kisses down your neck until he finds your sweet spot. biting down, you moan softly at the sensation.

a purple bruise forms, and then he moves down to your exposed breasts. he leaves multiple marks there, squeezing hard at them causing you to gasp.

he kisses down your stomach, chest heaving in the process. you’re getting wetter by the second the closer he gets to your core.

his bottom lip grazes down your body as he spreads your legs wide. he grins smuggly at the way you’re dripping. instead of going where you want him most, he bites down on the inside of your thighs to yet again leave hickeys there.

you whine when you feel his breath on your sensitive folds. “tell me what you want.” he demands, staring at the way your pussy reacts to his voice.

you squirm under the restraints but whine again in response.

“words, pretty.”

“i need you so bad, nate.” you whimper. “please. please, i’ll be—” you stop talking when his tongue flattens on your slit, licking a strand up painfully slow.

his lifts your legs on his shoulders and licks painfully slow again. you wiggle, pulling your wrists away but they don’t move an inch. he tied it good.

he moves away and hovers over your face. this teasing is making your eyes water from the way your clit is swollen from being so turned on without doing anything about it.

he smirks. “i love how needy you are. i bet i can make you cum with just my words.”

uh oh.

you turn your head away, but he takes his finger under your chin and forces you to look at him. he nibbles your earlobe before whispering. “you’re such a pretty mess for me. going to have you walking around with hickeys so people know you’re mine. maybe you can show your new friend who you were talking to before.”

you squeeze your legs together for friction, but nate notices right away and forces them back open. “need me to fuck you real good, don’t you? have you begging for me, right? remember that night i came into your room and fucked you so hard you were limping at school the next day? or when i had you bent over that desk over there?” he points, and you follow his finger and whine.

“wearing my jersey with my name on it, taking my cock as if you were made for it. tied up nice just begging to be used. i’m gonna fuck you like i own you, baby.”

you exhale, pathetically fluttering the start of your release out of you. he rubs his fingers on your clit and you moan loud before he pushes two in, pumping them as slow as a snail. “tell me you’re mine, y/n.”

you let out a quiet sob, feeling helpless under his dominance. “i-i’m yours, nate.”

he kisses your lips passionately, continuing to move his fingers in and out… in and out. you moan into the kiss, the rest of your orgasm making a mess on his sheets.

he takes them out and licks his lips when you open your mouth and suck on his digits. “that’s my good girl.”

when taking his fingers out, he goes back to your core. you rut once his tongue makes contact like it did before, but this time he does something.

your moans come out in bits and pieces while he eats you out like a starved man, hitting just the right spot. “shush. you do know my family is sleeping, right?”

“please, nate.” you scratch at the fabric. “i need to touch you.”

“no,” he says blankly, somehow digging deeper than before.

this time, his tongue moves in weird directions, until you figure out that he’s spelling out something.

MINE.

you pinch your lips together tightly so you don’t moan too loudly from the pleasure, but it’s no use. “i’ll stop.” he threatens, pulling away. “be quiet. don’t make me tell you again.”

he pulls you in closer, your legs shaking and squeezing around his head when you feel your orgasm approach for the second time. you bite your lip hard, smearing your white on his mouth.

he sighs. “i knew you’d taste good.”

finally, he pulls down his boxers to reveal the raging boner that he’s been holding in way too long.

his hands roam your body, squeezing at your arms, then your tits, then your hips, and then your thighs.

each time he squeezed, he’d say ‘mine.’

aligning himself to your hole, you’re filled with adrenaline because this is the moment you’ve been waiting for all night. his lips make contact with yours — because he knows you’ll be loud — and starts pushing into you.

he thrusts deep, but not too fast, making sure to feel how your walls wrap perfectly around him. (even though he’s felt them multiple times before)

both of your lips are red when he pulls away so you guys can breathe, soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

his forehead leans on yours. “what’s my name, pretty?”

“n—” you start but get cut off when his tip gets closer to your g-spot the more he thrusts into you.

“nathan.” you whimper, tugging like the tie will magically pop off the headboard. “oh my god, nate.”

his hand covers your mouth. your moans and squeals are muffled when he starts moving faster. he’s close himself, and all he wants to do is fill what’s his. “fuck, i’m going to cum inside you. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod frantically, pleading into his hand. he grunts and tries to not have the bed bang against the wall before spilling into you, still thrusting to make sure he coats your pussy well.

your body twitches, feeling numb but so good at the same time as you cum around his dick.

nate wipes your tears, peppering kisses on your face while he unties your hands. they hurt little, but he soothes the pain by rubbing them. he pulls you close, the sound of his heartbeat calming your breathing. “remember when i hated you?” he asks, and you laugh.

“yeah; and i hated you.”

“want to know something?” he stares at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “i think i’m falling in love with you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[earthry]

✨ HC Request ✨ How would the Papas behave DURING their partners' pregnancies? 🥰

OOO I gotchu <3 thank you for the request!!

Here you go! I don’t think there are any warnings but there’s some spicy mention in Terzo’s

Primo

Loving and gentle with you, he’s always mindful of you and the baby. If you are not already married/committed/official that is one of the first things he will do. Also gets all of his affairs in order so that if he passes both you and his unborn child will be properly taken care of for the rest of your lives.

Has already started setting up the nursery, and will slowly but steadily work on it until the baby arrives. He paints the walls himself, soft colors decorated in wildflowers that take a very long time because he hand paints each petal, each stem. Sometimes you will stop by with a cup of tea for him and watch him work.

Holds you each night with your back against his chest and his hands caressing your swollen belly, kissing your temple and whispering about how excited he is for the baby to come, for the two of you to start a family.

Will adjust his own lifestyle to yours during your pregnancy; will give up alcohol and coffee for you.

Cooks for you everyday, homemade meals to keep your body and the baby strong and healthy.

Lazy days in the garden together talking about baby names and nursery plans.

Rubs your feet and back when they ache, always comforting you when you’re in pain. Patient no matter what even if you’re moody.

Secondo

He’s kind of out of his depth but you catch him with a stack of new parenthood and pregnancy books in his office. You also catch him talking with some of the much older sisters-in-sin that have kids for advice.

He’s the same at first; I imagine him as someone who’s into rough sex and dirty talking you a lot. But as he learns more from books and your doctor, he becomes more gentle and careful with you. Your lovemaking becomes this soft bonding experience, worshiping your body.

When the two of you started dating he cut down a lot of his partying and drinking. Now that you’re pregnant with his child, he stops almost completely. He rarely goes out now; stays home especially in the evenings so he can care for you and make sure you’re safe and loved.

Argues with you on baby names, likes complicated and hard to pronounce Italian names. You argue that Emeritus is already a mouthful and he gets slightly offended. Sulks about it.

Extra protective when you’re out, stays close and if anyone isn’t careful and accidently bumps or pushes you, they’re due for a very angry scolding in Italian. Sometimes you have to pull him away and give him lots of kisses to calm him down.

Terzo

Literally cannot keep his hands off your tummy. This man is obsessed. Both because he’s excited for the baby, but because he finds it unbearably hot that it’s his baby that’s inside you. He put that there. That’s his.

The first few months he’s practically intolerable, can’t get enough of you. It’s like he’s gotten even hornier and before you were pregnant he already had a practically insatiable sex drive. You complain to him and he has the decency to look sorry but that doesn’t stop him from pulling you into the closet the next time he sees you for a quickie.

Once you’re further along and your bump starts showing he still can’t keep his hands off you but he does calm down a little at your doctor’s orders. Even though your baby bump drives him crazy.

He loves cuddling with you in the evening and lazy mornings, resting his hands on your stomach, rubbing your belly and discussing things for when the baby comes. He calls your baby bump all sorts of things. Little peanut, gumdrop, cupcake, little sprout, button, etc.

The kind of dad that will talk to your belly constantly like his kid can hear him. Stage whispers like you can’t hear him too. “Did you hear that? Your mommy said no!” “Terzo I swear to satan— I am not changing my mind on this. We are NOT putting a ritual altar in the nursery.”

Copia

Definitely an anxious dad; constantly hovering even before your baby bump begins to show.

Won’t let you lift a single thing by yourself, which can be frustrating but he looks so worried that you usually let him get things for you anyways.

Goes with you to every single doctor appointment and holds your hand for comfort. The hand holding is more for his benefit though.

Worries if he’ll be a good dad, does his best to be a good role model. Constantly talks about “when the baby gets here—“.

Has to be stopped from banning everything you’re not allowed to consume during pregnancy like caffeine in the Abby.

Has his ghouls look after you when he can’t be with you— and every time he comes back there’s a cuddle pile around you.

The ghouls are like cats that get protective of their human when they get pregnant, they love being close to you and purring and cuddling with you.

[wanderingelvis]

🧚 WanderingElvis' Masterlist 🧚

Click here to be added to my taglist. Elvis Imagines 1. Elvis comforts innocent!reader (Requested)

2. Meeting Gladys & Graceland (Requested)

3. Elvis comforts innocent!reader, part 2 (Requested)

4. Elvis takes care of reader when she's on her period (Requested)

5. Elvis tries to fix readers wardrobe malfunction... and fails (Requested)

6. The Memphis Mafia starts questioning reader about sex until Elvis intervenes (Requested)

7. Elvis asks the local bookworm to the school dance (Requested)

8. Yandere!Elvis isolates and traps Naive!Reader in Vegas (Requested)

9. Sugar Daddy!Elvis takes Innocent!Reader shopping (Requested)

10. Elvis helps Innocent!Reader bake some cupcakes for the Mafia

11. Elvis manipulates Innocent!Reader into the ‘little’ lifestyle - part one

12. Innocent!Reader tries to prove to Elvis she's not as innocent as she seems but it backfires

13. ALTERNATIVE ENDING TO #12: Innocent!Reader falls into little headspace after her first orgasm from Elvis

14. Someone tries to take advantage of Innocent!Reader and Elvis doesn't let it slide

15. Shy!Reader meets Elvis at Graceland for the first time and when a storm happens and reader gets scared, there’s only one person awake to comfort her

16. Elvis takes care of Innocent!Reader with PTSD after she gets frightened

17. Little F!Reader gets sick so Elvis takes care of her

18. Elvis overstimulates Innocent!Reader at the movies

19. F!Reader gets mobbed after Elvis’ show and he becomes protective

20. Elvis teaches his naive, nymphomaniac girlfriend how to pleasure herself

Elvis Fanfictions

Sparkly Little Thing 🧚✨ | A Yandere!Elvis fic

Chapter One - The Party

Elvis Headcanons

CG!Elvis feeds Little F!Reader

2. CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader's bedtime routine

3. How Elvis treats Innocent F!Reader in public

4. 70s Elvis and his dumb, sweet, girlfriend

5. Elvis and reader who doesn't understand social cues

6. The Memphis Mafia's sinful feelings for Innocent!Reader

7. Elvis and the Memphis Mafia throw's Innocent!Reader a birthday party

8. How Elvis would treat you if you had a stutter

[gldrushh]

SUGAR AND SIN | JK FANFICTION

→ TEASER

synopsis: Aurora Beckett is as sweet as the cupcakes she makes and as bright as the morning sun that fills her bakery, the first thing in the morning. With a knack of making friends every chance she gets and putting them before her, she finds herself in trouble more than a friendly neighborhood baker should. Yet this time, the trouble came barging itself. Jeon Jungkook- the shadow syndic, a name whispered through the darkest corners of South Korea, feared like the devil himself. Certain circumstances lead him to her, and the next thing he knows, 5'4 "inches of pure headache is his self-proclaimed partner in crime. But when annoyance starts to twist into a need for the girl, who's everything he's not, he realizes that she is the one who's trouble.

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook × female oc

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy × sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/ thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: violent acts - including murder, physical confrontations, and threats of harm. Dark Themes – Themes of crime such as kindapping and human trafficking, power dynamics, moral ambiguity, mature language, characters experiencing physical and emotional abuse. Please continue with caution.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: Mafia boss Jungkook, peirced and tattooed jungkook, he is also a meanie, sociopath Jungkook, jungkook with a gun, RICH man, he kills people for a living or maybe for vengeance, oc and Jk both struggle from a traumatic past, oc is a cat person, oc is an extorvert, people pleaser oc, she is sick and tired of bills, oc is a daddys girl, oc may or may not have a tiny crush on the mafia boss, she is also a little reckless, sloooooooow burn, yearning and pining, a great amount of both from Jungkook's side until he eventually admits it and becomes a simp (he will be downnn horrendously bad), he fucks up at some point, angst angst and angst, but also angst with happy ending? eventual fluff after a longgg wait but it's tooth rotting so maybe it's worth it, eventual smut (maybe Idk man), protective Jungkook, he will die and kill for his people, possessive Jungkook, obsessive too, he is also kind of pathetic but his aura goes insane, oh and he also wears gloves 24/7

A/N: woah maybe this sounds kind of cliché but writing this brings me great joy and I hope you feel just the same if you choose to read it. This is my first time posting a silly work of mine to a public platform and I'm not really hoping for something big but genuine readers and friends I plan to make along the way. Thank you if you're reading this. I hope my words can be worth your time.

Also If you wanna get ahead, I have already posted 9 parts of this on my wattpad.

Thank you again. I will be starting to post here soon.

He was here.

In her goddamn living room, sitting on her couch like he owned the place.

The realization hit her slowly, like the creeping cold of winter sneaking under the door. She hadn’t heard him come in. She hadn’t seen him approach. But there he was, every inch of him radiating danger.

He was here to fulfill the promise of something dangerous.

He was here for her.

She didn't need to look through her memories of last night to recognize him. The inky voids that were placed where eyes normally are were proof enough, and so was the horrifying calmness he carried with himself surrounding the small space of her apartment.

Her lips parted, her breath shortened and her unblinking eyes went all over him, his gloved hands that were skilled for taking lives-she was sure of it- resting flatly on his broad, muscled thigh clothed with the black of his pants, his shirt of a softer fabric soft yet unyielding, strained against the hard planes of his chest. The tailored suit jacket stretched over biceps that seemed too solid, too real, for this moment to be anything but a nightmare and there was the face she hadn't properly grasped in the chaos of last night, now all sharp lines, cool beauty, and unsettling stillness.

Maybe the devil wasn't a short red man with thorns and tail at all. Maybe he wore tailored suits and silver piercings.

"Inhale. And sit down."

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: Swearing, brief mentions of expecting assault, Rory doesn't know anything about makeup and here is more makeup. A kiss. A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e

Chapter 5

Despite your argument, fight, whatever it was after breakfast, Buggy kept an eye on you as you practiced holding your breath under water with one hand at the top of the tank to fish you out if needed. With his hand near you, he made a point of going to various points of the tent, trying to see if he could see your face while you were underwater to validate his reasoning for putting makeup on you.

You really didn't want to but as he said at breakfast, he was in charge. 

And after everyone was done for the evening and the two of you headed back to your shared room, he waited until you changed into dry clothes before sitting you in front of his vanity and pulling out different kinds of makeup. You had a grumpy expression on your face as he looked at various kinds and colors, trying to find something that was colorful and bright while also being waterproof. 

“Turn that frown upside down, Cupcake.” He chuckled as he held up a pink eyeliner pencil and knelt in front of you. “I'm going to take care of you, don't worry. The audience will be able to see this gorgeous face of yours all the way in the back row.”

And there it was again, those words he said so freely to you and others, but you had come to hope he actually meant them when he said them to you.

He held your chin to keep your head still as he murmured for you to close your eyes as he held the pencil up. You just stared back at him, looking into his eyes and feeling lost for a moment before he repeated himself and you listened, shutting them tightly as though this was going to be painful.

“Relax, Cupcake.” He said softly as he moved the eyeliner across your eyelids gently, keeping his hand steady so as to keep the line straight and to not poke you. “I got you.”

You swallowed heavily and nodded, though your movements were restricted by him holding you. He was so close to you right then, you could feel his breath on your face and the warmth of his body as he moved the pencil over your other eye. He chuckled softly and let go of your chin so you opened your eyes.

“Looking good already.” He told you as he looked for the next piece. “This eyeliner says it's waterproof so we will have to try it out later, maybe when you take a bath or something.”

You just nodded, watching as he checked the labels on various mascaras and other things that he had. It made you wonder if he used all of this stuff himself or if he just accumulated it all over time.

“I know your schtick is to wear that old Marine uniform, but I wouldn't say no to seeing you in that mermaid tail.” He told you as he looked back over at you. “You don't have to wear that clamshell top if you don't want to, either be topless or wear something else.”

“It may be hard to get in and out of the tank with the fins.” You pointed out as he took hold of your chin again. You jumped a little at his touch and he immediately pulled his hand back. “Sorry, uh, you can keep doing that.”

He looked into your eyes for a moment, looking for any signs of discomfort before he took your chin in his hand again before he started with the mascara. In reality, if he gave you the makeup he wanted to use you could have applied it yourself, but he never gave you the chance. He just took charge of the situation, much like your haircut, and… you kind of liked it.

Of course you weren't going to say anything. 

“Someone can lift you out.” He said as he set the mascara aside. “We'll figure something out to add some flashiness to your act “

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. “Can I ask you something, Captain?”

“What?” He was looking through different eye shadow palettes, looking for any of them that indicated they could be waterproof. “I'm an open book so ask away.”

“Why are you so against me doing anything risky?” You asked. “And don't give me the shit about the other performers, that's not a valid reason.”

He didn't respond right away, still rummaging through the drawer to find what he needed. You took a chance and leaned forward, touching his arm lightly. He shrugged and looked at you.

“Maybe I don't want you to get hurt.” He said, his voice surprisingly calm as he spoke. “Ever think of that? If something happens to you while you're in the water, I can't help you, so don't suggest shit like that anymore.”

“You always have someone watching me though.” You frowned. “You can stage someone to be ready to help me if something is going wrong.”

“Can I ask you something then?” He asked sharply, his tone surprising you just a bit. You nodded. “Why are you so ready to put yourself in harm's way?”

“I'm… I'm not.” You said as you pulled your hand back.

“You were ready to drown yourself shortly after meeting me.” He pointed out. “And now you're suggesting adding an extra layer of danger to this act. Either you have a death wish or a dark sense of humor, both of which I don't like coming from you.”

You shrugged and looked down at your lap. “‘s how I'm coping.”

“Coping with what?” He sighed as he found a bright green eyeshadow that may be waterproof. 

“Being here.” You mumbled. “And processing everything, like going from feeling like I was going to be killed by you when I first met you to you having a cup of tea for me. You even let me sleep in your bed last night and… you didn't do anything.”

“What were you expecting me to do?” Buggy asked as he grabbed a brush for the eyeshadow. “Hm?”

You didn't look at him and shrugged. “Take advantage of me.”

“Glad to know you think so highly of me.” He muttered as he grabbed you by the chin again, still as gentle as before, as he held the brush tinged with the green powder. “I'd hope you trust me enough to close your eyes for me.”

“I trust you.” You said a little quickly before closing your eyes. “It… it's just taking time.”

“Hm, well, I have plenty of time.” Buggy said as he smoothed the brush over your eyelids carefully. He muttered something about the powder getting everywhere and before you knew it, his thumb was moving around your eye, removing the excess. You found yourself leaning into his touch for a moment, only to open your eyes when he pulled his hand back. “You good, Cupcake?”

You didn't realize how much you had leaned into him because your hand was on his chest and your face was inches from him.

“I…am good.” You pulled back from him, leaning as far into your seat as possible. “Sorry. Distracted.”

Buggy said nothing as he set the mascara down and looked for lipstick next. Your heart was pounding and you were feeling embarrassed. You needed to get a grip because you just spoke of him not taking advantage of you, but what were you doing just now? Leaning into his touch, getting close to him, he was going to think you were up to something and then what? You'd end up tossed out on your ass. He didn't want you in that way, he was your boss. He kidnapped-slash-rescued you from a shitty situation and you felt like you were throwing yourself at him.

“Better a distraction now than when you're in the water.” He muttered as he picked up a bright yellow lipstick. “Let's try this.”

You let him take charge once more, holding you by the chin as he dabbed the yellow color over your lips. You didn't get to smooth it over your lips because Buggy's thumb was there, dragging the color over your lips to even it out. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to the pad of his thumb, only to feel horrified that you just did that. Either he didn't notice or he did and chose not to say anything, because he pulled his hand back when he was done.

“One more thing, Cupcake, then you're done.” 

You looked up at him, wondering what else he wanted to do to you. He looked at you for a moment before one hand grabbed the front of your shirt and the other hand went to the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened, not expecting that, but you soon relaxed as your hands went to his head, cupping his face as you returned the kiss. 

This was not what you expected to happen.

He pulled back just a bit, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he looked over your makeup. There was red around your mouth, accenting the yellow, and he smirked at the additional color.

“I think this will work for you, y’know.” He chuckled as he pulled his hands away. “I like the red on you.”

~

You barely slept. Buggy mentioned the possibility of another storm and you were in his bed again for the night. He wasn't lying and while it wasn't as loud and violent as the previous night, you appreciated that you were able to burrow under the blankets on his bed as the wind howled and the rain pounded outside. He was in bed beside you, sleeping on his side facing you, seemingly not bothered by the noise outside like you were. 

It was just weird to be in his bed again. Are you friends now? What was this? He was still your boss but the fact he kissed you earlier had you starting to question some things. Was he just being a tease, or did he have some kind of feelings for you that you yourself were starting to question? Did you like him or, as you mentioned earlier, are you just coping with the change in your life? 

You two certainly argued and raised your voices enough at each other that it was weird if you didn't call him an asshole at least once a day or if he didn't end your practice by dunking your head under water. 

You pulled your head out from under the blankets just enough to look over at him. He definitely looked peaceful as he slept, and you liked the sight of his hair down and his face free of makeup. It was hard not to reach out and run your fingers through his hair, wanting to see if it was as soft as it felt, but that was a risk you didn't want to take.

“What?” He grumbled as he opened his eyes. “It's weird being stared at when I'm trying to sleep.”

“Oh, fuck, um… nothing. Sorry.” You replied quietly as you curled up away from him. “Couldn't sleep and…”

“Got distracted?” Buggy grinned sleepily. “By me? Am I too distracting for you?”

“N-No, shush.” You glared at him as your cheeks turned red, but thankfully it was too dark for him to notice. “Go back to sleep, asshole.”

“Hard to when your eyes are on me like that, y’know.” He chuckled. “Feels like you’re undressing me with your eyes, Cupcake. Kind of scandalous to look at your Captain that way.”

“Oh my God, shut up.” Your face was burning now. “I am going to smother you with a pillow, Buggy.”

He just smirked at you, almost daring you to even attempt it. Grumbling, you chose to hide your face against your pillow instead. No, no, you weren’t going to smother him while he slept. He was half asleep and being dumb, that was it, trying to rile you up to have you wanting to fight him before you fell asleep. 

“Just don’t try to kiss me when I go back to sleep.” He told you as he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around as he pulled you against him. “I’d like to be awake for that.”

You wondered if you could just die right then and there from this entire conversation.

[sugarpenchant]

Homemade caramel vs Tommy's sweet tooth: who will win?

Tommy is surprised. Buck might go so far as to say stunned. It’s a good look on him (what isn’t a good look on him, honestly) but Buck can barely enjoy the view, which is just criminal; he’s far too confused.

“I’m not following,” Buck admits.

“Whudyu mean.” Tommy’s words are a little lost, probably due to the caramel glueing his teeth together. “How?”

“How what?” 

With great effort, Tommy works his jaw, tonguing the caramel through his mouth, with the occasional rolling-back-of-the-eyes and quiet little moan thrown in for good sinful measure. Eventually he manages to speak: “How do they let anyone just… make that?”

“It’s just sugar and–”

“Babe. Ain’t nothing ‘just’ about that… that heaven in a jar.” Tommy swipes his spoon back through the sluggish caramel and returns it to his mouth. The effect is immediate: eyes roll back, knees clearly wobble, and the moan trapped by caramel in his mouth is dick-hardeningly close to his orgasm noise.

“You’re killing me,” Buck practically whines. 

“Mmf?”

“It’s just caramel! For cupcakes! For the recipe you already tried last month!”

Tommy makes an argumentative noise as he swallows the thick sugar down. “I didn’t know you made it by hand!”

“How else do you think caramel gets made?”

“I dunno. It just comes in a squeeze bottle. Sometimes a tin.”

“A tin…” Buck says faintly. “Unbelievable.” He watches Tommy eye off the little jar he’d set aside for them and lunges for it before his uncultured boyfriend can eat the lot in one go. “You’re a hazard to my kitchen, you know that?”

“You’re gonna be a hazard to my waistline.”

Buck grins. He leaves the jar safely out of the way and saunters closer, tilting his chin down and fluttering his lashes. “Better keep up that cardio then.”

Tommy leans in, presses his lips to Buck’s, and tastes like sweet, sweet caramel.

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[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to the february fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Time Stamp: Valentine's Day from Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 (E, 1.7k, established relationship, romantic trip, valentine’s day) A romantic weekend away for Valentine's Day

໑ i want real love baby (don't leave me waiting) by loulovep (NR, 2k, established relationship (or not?), farmer harry, city boy louis, fluff, valentine’s day) Harry thought of the perfect date for (his boyfriend?) Louis. Nothing goes to plan.

໑ a little bit of you by @lvinlou (T, 2.3k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o, fairy louis) Louis is a cute omega who loves autumn and baking cupcakes. However, when he goes to the supermarket to get the last ingredient for his recipe, strawberry jam, he meets Harry, a grumpy alpha who is unwilling to hand over the last jar.

໑ your face is like a melody by @meloummy (NR, 2.4k, alternate universe, friends to lovers, singer louis, stage fright) Where Louis is a singer who needs his boy in the most critical moments.

Or where Harry helps his superstar and shows him how much he loves him.

໑ I'm gonna love you forever and ever by houisminou (M, 3k, established relationship, a/b/o au) louis is independent, he is a free omega, except when he is with his alpha, then he just wants to be holded and taken care of

໑ the prints of your hands are still on my canvas by puppyvirginloui (NR, 4.5k, exes to lovers, a/b/o au, nesting, jealous harry) Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat.

And then Harry shows up. (Again.)

໑ no one's gonna take my soul away by puppyvirginloui (spanish, NR, 6.7k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, dark fic, shapeshifting, read tags and author’s note) Nunca te metas con un omega en celo.

໑ and then, i wait there for you by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess (M, 9k, established relationship, marriage proposal, valentine’s day, miscommunication) Harry has always dreamed of having his “happily ever after”, but hasn't found the right one yet. Suddenly, he meets Louis.

໑ Fortune cookies by DaxitaIsDaydreaming (spanish, T, 10.6k, friends to lovers, valentine’s day) Louis y Harry han sido amigos desde que tienen memoria. Catorce años, para ser justos. Están enamorados el uno del otro pero ninguno cree conveniente confesarlo por temor a perder la amistad que han construido durante todos estos años. Sin embargo, San Valentín les tiene preparado una sorpresa. Un pequeño empujón en forma de galletas de la fortuna. Depende de ellos el futuro de su relación.

໑ The Unsuccessful Promise by @trysomecats (T, 15k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o au, high school) At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who has already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.

Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis' doting and exasperated parents.

໑ Gemini Rising by Speechless (E, 23.4k, roommates au, quirky harry, frustrated louis, angst and humour) Louis might as well give it a shot.

Maybe - just maybe - if he starts crossing boundaries in the same reckless way Harry does, that lunatic will get the message.

So he starts invading Harry's space any way he can think of.

໑ You Bring Blue Lights To Dreams by @starryhazelou (E, 30k, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, cowboy harry, veterinarian louis, light angst) Finding your soulmate had been described to Harry as, “finding the answers to the universe.” As the years passed, he would become restless trying to find his. Everyone was born with identical birthmarks on their bodies tying them together. With the combination of living in a small town, along with having a mark that was constantly obstructed by clothing, he was beginning to lose hope.

໑ the road not taken by teenytinytomlinson / @hs3lt2 (E, 35k, friends with benefits, famous harry, non-famous louis, holidays) The one where Harry returns back home for the holidays after a successful debut album, leaving Louis to unwrap gifts as well as old complicated feelings. Cue: hometown holiday hookups, overbearing siblings, and a disastrous New Year’s Eve party. A 'Tis’ the Damn Season' inspired au.

໑ give my love a four letter name by @levelofcharm (E, 46.6k, enemies to lovers, angel/demon relationship, angel louis, demon harry, supernatural elements) Louis hates Harry because he's a demon. Harry hates Louis because Louis hates him. Things change.

໑ Paradise is getting closer by louislovesh28 (M, 52.6k, friends with benefits, supernatural au, hunter louis, journalist harry, read tags) Louis hated his life, which consisted only of death and destruction. Despite the lives he had saved and continued to save, a part of him couldn't feel satisfied.He had been the one who gave up a normal life and although he knew what was to come, the loneliness had never left him in all these years, not even for a second. He felt it in his heart every time he approached a target, he felt it in the few minutes before falling asleep in his dingy car or while he allowed himself a few hours of sleep before setting off again, and he felt it every time he closed that door behind him.

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[sunny-marl]

you can't fucking believe How Many Headcanons i have for this little shit called Julius Oppenheimer Jr., and about his family. and for what. i don't know.

maybe you'll enjoy one or another idfk????

starts with • <- "main" headcanon, not really linked to other with •

starts with "-" or "--" <- "sub" headcanons of main headcanon

• Mrs. O.'s full name is Jean Mary Oppenheimer. (maiden name is Morgan!!). Seniour is. just Julius Oppenheimer Senior. 👍

- Julius' family, doesn't matter what side, mostly only calls him nicknames and stuff. mostly Jul, Junior, Lil' Julius/Jul, Jul/Julius Junior. they mostly call Senior just Julius.

-- his mom almost only calls him Junior, besides his full name when she's like angry, or stuff like sweetie and dear. she called him Baby Boy a lot when he was a baby/little kid 🫶 she still does it sometimes, and Julius gets embarrassed Every Single Time.

-- his dad mostly calls him Son, My (Little) Guy, Little man and Jul. Young man soooometimes.

•Julius' maternal grandmother is a cat :•]. i'm thinking of her name being like. Felicity.... she's an old Siamese Cat. i'll draw her sometime but basically she's white with small stripes in the dark areas(not including her Old Grandma clothes)

- Jean's fuse moves just like of a cat's actually!!! Senior doesn't have this "tail language" thing, but it does light up when he's really mad.(Jean's doesn't lit without an external force at all)

-- i think it'd be cute if Julius had his own fuse language 😳. like like wagging when happy and shit. he'd absolutely hate it. but idk if I'll actually make it part of my gumball art or not 😭😭😭😭

• when Julius was very young his body was basically. big round head and little bean body. it slowly changed to his current Funny Stick Body with time. i think it'd funny if in da futura gets kind of a upsidedown isosceles-like triangle body + his round. hips?????? he has now idk 👍

- also talking about Julius as a baby. since that time he was a Little Devil. he was not only a troublemaker, but also a drama king and lied way too much(sometimes he didn't even have to lie and lied anyway). if he didn't bite someone at least once, or had a full tantrum in daycare at least 2 times a week. Something Was Wrong.

-- his parents ARE the ones that Will show you his baby photo album even if he begs them not to. he looks like he's crying and/or pissed on most of them. tehehehe.

• Julius is friends with Rotten Cupcake since little kids. and nowadays they're still very close. Evil Besties!!

• (HUMAN. AU.) Senior is mixed, american black + european. he's quite dark in skin, curly hair(that isn't very noticeable since he combs it with lots of hair. clay?) while Jean is very pink-ish pale and has straight hair.

- Julius is almost as pale as his mother. He does have curls in his hair but since he gets it buzzed almost making him Bald it's not very noticeable (he has a rat tail but it's always braided)

• Jean's family side is basically all catholic. Sr.'s have a bunch of family members with different christian religions.

- Julius Jr's parents themselves aren't much of "stricly christians", even if they have some "catholic tendencies" n stuff. Jean's has more of this "tendencies" than Seniour though haha. these two are lgbt allies!!! from a bit of many insistence from Rotten and Julius trying to justify why being Queer. isn't a real sin.

•Julius' uncles and aunts (2 bio uncles from Jean, 3 bio uncles + 2 bio aunts from Sr.'s) that Did have Kids have more than one. there's like two that didn't have any?. sooo yeag he's the only cousin that is an Only Child 😁

[womanofwords]

Syngenesophobia

CW: regretful whumper, whumper and whumpee are related, enraged caretaker.

Syngenesophobia is the term used to describe the fear of relatives, with the suffix 'phobia' meaning irrational fear. Caretaker had no idea that this word existed until five minutes ago, and they were already annoyed by it.

After what they'd seen Whumper be capable of, they wouldn't call it an irrational fear at all.

Whumpee had been having such a good day when Whumper had dropped by. Arms laden with toys Whumpee was too old for and snacks Whumpee didn't like, Caretaker could only wonder how he knocked on the door in the first place. "How're they doing?"

"Better without you," Caretaker said, slamming the door shut. Whumper stopped it open with his foot, and Caretaker hoped that it hurt him.

"Please, Caretaker. I want to apologise to Whumpee for everything. I'm going to be the family member they deserve."

"You had your entire life to be nicer to Whumpee. Way to finally understand once it's too late. Now get lost."

"Caretaker?" Whumpee limped over to the door. "Who . . .?" The words died in their throat as they looked at Whumper. "Why are you here?"

"Precious!" Whumper shoved Caretaker aside and scooped up Whumpee. "You are a sight for sore eyes!"

"What?" Whumpee tried to squirm, but Whumper was already moving them into the living room, still holding the bags they'd had with them.

"You are so cute! How could I have possibly not seen this sooner?" Whumper cooed, getting out a snack cake from one of the bags and trying to feed it to Whumpee. Whumpee kept their mouth tightly shut. "Come on, please! It's for you, little one!"

"Mm-mmm!" Whumpee shifted around on Whumper's lap, anything not to eat the poison. Because it had to be poison if Whumper wanted them to eat it . . . right?

Just before it could reach their lips, Caretaker swooped in and grabbed Whumpee. A machete was millimetres away from Whumper's head before he could say the word cupcake. "Get away from Whumpee before your head ends up separated from your shoulders," Caretaker snarled.

"Please." Whumper's tone seemed . . . desperate. Pleading. "I want to prove myself as Whumpee's caregiver, and as their family."

Caretaker pointed at Whumpee, who was silently sobbing. "You've had a lifetime to be good to Whumpee. Every day was a chance. Don't weep now because you've just realised you're out of chances."

Whumper got up shakily. "OK. You win. I'll go."

Caretaker pointed at the mess he'd made. "Get your stuff and take it with you. Whumpee doesn't need it."

"Got it." Whumper snatched up the presents he got for Whumpee and raced out of the door.

He ran to get away from that house. He ran to get space to breathe. He ran so Whumpee wouldn't see his tears.

Whumpee, I failed you, Whumper said to nobody. If only Caretaker would let me look after you and atone for my sins. I will take care of you, absorb pain for you, hold you like the most precious jewel.

But that would never happen; Whumpee deserved that much.

And Whumper deserved it, too.

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #28

Plagued 🐀 / Movie(/TV) Star 🎥

echo is back from hiatus @athl0chunk  is it just me or is does ben get bigger with every season of bake-off | trella 💃 @howlatthemoonpie i think its every episode at this point lol

til-u-wobble 🔁 shhhyoudidntseeme

[Two images of Bake-Off judges Ben Kenobi and Satine Kryze on set in the iconic tent. The first image is several years old; the tent’s pastel banners indicate that it’s from the first series. Here, Ben and Satine both smile as they pose in front of a baking station. Satine is a tall, slender white woman with a wavy blonde updo who is wearing a dark teal dress and jade jewellery. Ben, a white man whose dark blonde hair and beard verge on ginger, is slightly taller and wears fitted dark jeans and a charcoal-grey sweater with a blue chambray collar popping out at the neckline. He is slender but for a slight paunch around his middle. In the second image, they stand in a similar pose, though this time they’re smiling at each other, rather than the camera. Satine looks largely the same, while Ben is much, much heavier. His smile emphasises his round cheeks, and his double chin is just visible beneath his beard. He wears a dark green sweater and his jeans are of a similar wash to the first picture. His clothes fit him well and don’t attempt to hide his plump belly and thick hips. One chubby arm rests around Satine’s shoulders. He’s too round for his other arm to sit flat against his side. The purple of Satine’s dress is just visible behind Ben’s bulk, as if she has her hand in his back pocket.]

#omg he got enormous 😍 #you’re so fat (affectionate) but to ben kenobi specifically

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cheezitenjoyer 🔁 plumpeachpear

plumpeachpear:

SWISS ROLLS …….. ben walks into the tent looking like THAT and they’re going to look these 12 innocent people in the eye and tell them to make SWISS ROLLS???

#oh amidala we’re really in it now

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unduly persecuted for my correct opinions @lumixnara well i WAS going to have a nice evening watching bakeoff with mum but NOW i guess i will have to walk into the sea ….!

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kallie 💖💛💙  @springform_pan  putting this out there now: the ship name for ben and satine should be #cremepatandchill | Rafa Martez @cheetochopsticks  omfg yes

h/c dumpster denizen 🌈 @bikewheels2thicc  i can’t believe Anakin hasn’t made a Big Ben joke yet?? low hanging fruit and he DUCKED

norra 👽 @ignorra_me  not me learning to bake so my man will look like that 😩

Roo Page @pageroo  omg they are sooooo married #cremepatandchill | Roo Page @pageroo  the bickering!!! the Looks!!! @bakeoff my little banter-loving heart is so happy #bakeoff🧁 | Roo Page @pageroo omg and it turns into a little cupcake when you use the hashtag 😭 ADORABLE

sinning📍super hell @my_assive_mass  ok i cannot be the only one thirsting over ben kenobi’s tight shirts tho … that popped button has me WET | sinning📍super hell @my_assive_mass  yes i logged into my horny alt to tweet this WHAT OF IT

✨ Sugi ✨ @SoSugiSays  i just want ben kenobi to raw me while i shove pastries into his mouth is that too much to ask | ✨ Sugi ✨ @SoSugiSays  cannot express how deeply i hope that they never make ben kenobi do one of those reading thirst tweets interviews bc the things i have twote about that man … i am not seeing heaven … | farrah @my_onaconda_dont  NO because i just know he would get so red and flustered :>

time-to-size-up ​​🔁 stretchmarks-r-us

[An image of Barriss Offee standing at her Bake-Off station. She is wearing a white T-shirt, a light brown apron, and a black hijab. She is squinting at the sheet of paper holding the technical challenge instructions, which she is holding less than a centimetre from her face.]

#me and the girls analyzing every gifset of ben kenobi for The Jiggle™ 

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Dr. Pudge @bibfortuna normal people at 2am: sleeping me at 2am: so you can actually tell that he’s gaining weight during the season by looking at how in s5e1, his sweater is smooth/unrumpled, but by s5e6 there’s a lump over his belly where the button has come undone under his sweater. in this essay i w

borkus (derogatory) @jaspermcknives  ben kenobi looks like he eats all the bakes himself and honestly i love that for him. we stan a fat king

kiera 🦢 @dimple_simp  OH MY GOD DID HE BURST A BUTTON ASFJDLASFLKJFA;S | thot cross buns @karinathegreat  look at satine lOOK AT SATINE

peli @pelicantweet yeah i’m into GBBO G ben’s Gut B ursting B uttons O ff

vintage lesbian @kallmeklaya oh satine is not beating the little freak allegations this week

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Fat Bucky Truther @letta_turmond oh that chair is a choice he is STRUGGLING … 😳🥵 ben my man it is time to size up

poggle the lesser @pillsburythighrolls  SO THEY??? CHOSE??? NOT TO EDIT THIS OUT??!!? LIKE?!?! THIS IS NOT LIVE TV?!?!?! | jinx 🏳️‍⚧️ (xe/xir) @peach_gobbler  they did that for us 😭😔✊ | poggle the lesser @pillsburythighrolls THANK U POST TEAM WE ARE EATING TODAY | jinx 🏳️‍⚧️ (xe/xir) @peach_gobbler  yeah and SO IS HE

Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos  the bake-off chair thing isn’t funny, it’s fatphobic. if your show is backed by a massive international streaming giant, you have no business not providing your stars with furniture they can safely and comfortably use, never mind FIT IN. 🧵 1/?

eleni @vanillaxxxxtract  a short recap of tonight’s bake-off episode 🙈: 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♂️🖋🍩👩🏾‍🍳📏🥐👨🏼‍🍳🎪🥮🧑🏽‍🍳👱🏻‍♀️👨🏻‍🦰🪑💥🙇🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♂️🌟👩🏾‍🍳😅😰😱😳🤯🥵😵 | eleni @vanillaxxxxtract  yes the end of that is me having a horny meltdown what about it you can’t stop me from living + livetweeting my extremely trashy truth

thelovehandlehandler 🔁 slurpin-and-glurpin

ratsummer:

satine. bestie. i love you and i need you to know from the bottom of my heart that everyone watching bbc2 rn knows exactly what your kinks are

#EVERYONE WATCHING BBC2!?! EVERYONE WITH NETFLIX GIRLIE #WE CAN ALL SEE YOU!!!

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korkie @korkryze guys can you please make it through ONE episode of bakeoff without getting weird about my aunt

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jedi mind trix [she/they] @beatrixbaking omg they literally got him like a giant reinforced chair holy shit  | siri @hey_siri AND HE’S STILL OVERFLOWING IT

projectguttenberg 🔁burpsmakemeblush

onlyalittlevanilla:

Ok but I actually do want to talk about Ben Kenobi from GBBO bc I think it’s cool that they don’t really treat/shoot/talk about him differently even though he’s gained weight. I can count on one hand the number of fat people I’ve seen on TV who tick all of the “actually fat not just Hollywood fat,” “well-dressed and respected and not treated as a slob,” and “considered to be at least generally handsome by the narrative” boxes at once. And it’s so refreshing to (a) see a celebrity chef who actually looks like they eat/enjoy food and (b) see a fat person get to talk about and eat and enjoy food on TV without it being stigmatized somehow! If I had to guess I’d put him around 350-ish lbs (~158 kg or 25 st for my non-USAmerican followers) and that just feels REVOLUTIONARY for mainstream TV! If he were in a sitcom he would get pigeonholed into some stupid weight loss storyline like that poor beautiful girl from that other show and here in the tent he just gets to be an expert in his craft and have insane chemistry with his costar who obviously thinks he’s the hottest thing since sliced bread and I LOVE IT. 

#YEAH LIKE #im gonna need whoevers running bakeoff right now to start doing every other genre of television #put fat people in everything and LET THEM BE HOT

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doublechinsforthewin 🔁projectguttenberg

onlyalittlevanilla:

Ok but I actually do want to talk about Ben Kenobi from GBBO bc I think it’s cool that they don’t really treat/shoot/talk about him differently even though he’s gained weight. I can count on one hand the number of fat people I’ve seen on TV who tick all of the “actually fat not just Hollywood fat,” “well-dressed and respected and not treated as a slob,” and “considered to be at least generally handsome by the narrative” boxes at once. If I had to guess I’d put him around 350-ish lbs (~158 kg or 25 st for my non-USAmerican followers) and that just feels REVOLUTIONARY for mainstream TV! If he were in a sitcom he would get pigeonholed into some stupid weight loss storyline like that poor beautiful girl from that other show and here in the tent he just gets to be an expert in his craft and have insane chemistry with his costar who obviously thinks he’s the hottest thing since sliced bread and I LOVE IT. 

doublechinsforthewin:

NOT TO MENTION that how refreshing it is to (a) see a celebrity chef who actually looks like they eat/enjoy food and (b) see a fat person get to talk about and eat and enjoy food on tv without it being stigmatized somehow?? And idk it just gets me that they have clearly made accommodations for him (ie chair, more fans during hot weather, fiddly stuff on edges got rearranged after he bumped into Jocasta’s jar of flour) rather than having him lose weight or something. His contract must be absolutely insane but clearly someone is fighting for him and I love when you can kind of see it bleed through from behind the scenes

#like it means so much to me #as a very fat person who also bakes for a living #my personal headcanon is that satine is his pit bull for stuff like this but obviously i have no proof lol

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Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos okay, you know what, they did ok with this. they listened, took accountability, and got the man a decent chair. good for them.  | Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos  the bake-off chair thing isn’t funny, it’s fatphobic. if your show is backed by a massive transatlantic company AND a streaming giant, you have no business not providing your stars with furniture they can safely and comfortably use, never mind FIT IN. 🧵 1/? | Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos should it have taken a whole ass twitter debacle instead of like. literally anyone on set clocking that his chair was too small? PROBABLY NOT, but. yanno. hollywood 🙃

d0ugh-duchess 🔁 dontjuststandthere-bustanut

[An image of Ben Kenobi and Satine Kryze on the set of Bake-Off, discussing who will win Star Baker and who will be eliminated this week. Satine, a thin, blonde, white woman, sits in a delicate white chair with curly armrests at a round table draped in a robin’s egg blue tablecloth. Ben, a fat white man with strawberry-blond hair and a beard, sits across the table from her in a much sturdier-looking white chair without armrests. Between them are the four remaining contestants’ bakes from today’s challenges. Satine’s chair is pulled in close to the table, and her elbows rest on the tabletop, but Ben sits back in his chair, his ample belly filling his lap.]

#ngl i kinda miss the eps where he was still trying to fit into that teeny little lawn chair 😅 #listen im a simple woman with simple needs and mainstream media fulfills NONE OF THEM #pls don’t drag me for this that’s why i put in the tags #god can’t see it if you put it in the tags!

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The Great British Bake-Off RPF

No Archive Warnings Apply, Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Weight Gain, Light Angst, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Fluff, Established Relationship, Body Worship, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Stuffing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, (feedist version), Burping, Hiccups, fat Ben Kenobi, like he’s FAT fat, you have been warned, dom!Satine Kryze, making that a tag, i just think she’d like to be in charge!, the author’s barely disguised numbers kink, no beta we die like ben’s chair

After the chair fiasco, Satine wants to see how much bigger Ben can get before the season is over.

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toastwithextrabutter 🔁 thebstandsforbbw

thequeerfeedress:

me seeing “gay representation” on tv: thats not me

me seeing sat!ne kr¥ze quietly lose her shit on gbbo every week: shes just like me fr

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obiroundkenobi 🔁 himboswithhiccups

[A photoset of six screencaps from series 5 of Bake-Off. The photoset is captioned “Satine Kryze gracefully white-knuckling her way through feedist hell 1/???” Top left: Satine and Ben Kenobi listen as Kit Fisto describes his signature bake. Ben’s big belly rests on the counter of Fisto’s baking station. Satine looks perfectly normal except that she is clutching a rolling pin for literally no reason. Top right: Ben cutting himself a sizable second slice of Barriss Offee’s pineapple upside-down cake with his free hand resting on the plump curve of his belly. Satine, just visible behind him, is smiling with her mouth while her eyes do a thousand-yard stare. Middle left: Ben smiles good-naturedly as he brushes powdered sugar from near the hemline of his sweater and accidentally reveals a sliver of the bottom curve of his belly, straining against the pale blue button-down he’s wearing underneath. Satine is all the way across the tent, but she’s looking at him nonetheless. Middle right: Satine and Ben sitting across from each other at the judges’ table after the showstopper, mid-conversation. Ben is very clearly too big for the little white garden chairs but is valiantly wedged in despite the fact that the armrests are basically lost in his side rolls and his hips are so wide that they’re overflowing the seat. Ben is carefully leaning forward to pull a plate toward him, while Satine holds a knife and fork and has cut the petit four on her plate into about eighteen pieces. Bottom left: Ben with his eyes closed in pleasure after taking a bite from one of Steela Gerrera’s signature hazelnut-cardamom creme brulees. Satine is looking on perfectly affably, but host Anakin Skywalker is looking at her with one eyebrow pointedly raised. Bottom right: Ben and Satine sit at the judges’ table, a split second before that really obvious cut. Ben is spilling out of his little garden chair and his face shows a look of slightly panicked surprise. Satine is just starting to jump up from her own chair, one hand thrown out toward Ben like a life raft. The fingers of both her hands are splayed wide, and although it’s not verified by the episode’s subtitles or closed captions, her mouth forms a word that looks a lot like “Fuck!”] 

#god is she dying up there i would be dying #shoutout to satine kryze for living out all of our kinkiest dreams #we love you queen #bakeoff #creme pat and chill

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chouxpersizeme 🔁 thickfrosting

thickfrosting: 

god i hope they just. let bakeoff keep (d)evolving into a feedist wonderland afjalskdfj. last week: wildly obvious camouflage bc ben popped a button on air. this week: unsubtle cut bc bens chair (?!?) broke (?!?!?!?!) when he sat down. next week: satine rubs bens belly and he burps onscreen. during the final they reenact The Cake Scene from matilda. lets keep this going for the love of god this is the most alive ive felt in months 

#RIGHT THOUGH I FEEL INSANE #feels like watching yuri on ice as it was airing #us every week: THEY DON’T MEAN- THEY CAN’T- THEY’RE NOT GONNA -??!??! #yoi creators every week: lmao fucking WATCH US #looks meaningfully at netflix #WELL??? ARE YOU GONNA?!?!

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