#maraschino cherry ❤️

[shirley-newsletter]

DIY III: 6.5/10 this is actually the second diy but I posted this after the actual #3 bc I forgot to post it sooo… yea. It did taste a little different and I DID use club soda so that’s prob why ig.. it was still p good tho, I think I’ve been too lenient w a lot of my reviews, considering no Shirley temple has ever gotten below a four, but it’s pretty damn hard to mess up a shirley temple anyways so idk… @madwickedawesome i accidentally messaged u on this blog what do you think do you like Shirley temples would MISCHA BACHINSKI like shirley temples?? I think yes actually

[sparklehoard]

Cherries seem to be a good luck sign lately 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

[peachydinosaur]

made a very cute birthday cake for myself yesterday, then forgot to take a picture before we cut it and then my phone camera just would not pick up the color of the frosting. either way it's one of the best baked goods I've ever made and I'm happy i didn't cut the recipe in half like i was thinking about

[babydollmarauders]

GOODBYE — JOHN MARINO

part of the Maraschino Cherry! AU

y/nmercer

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y/nmercer new jersey, you made dreams come true. you gave me a few last years of living with my best friend, and you brought me my prince charming of a fiancé. i can’t thank this city and this team enough. i truly don’t have the words to describe how grateful i am for everything that jersey has meant to me, but it’s time for the next adventure. utah, i’ll see you soon…. please don’t take away my margaritas 🩵

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john.marino97 as taylor swift once said “everything you lose is a step you take.” just think of this loss as the first step in our personal journey, shortcake. this is the first in a long line of things we have to do on our own, and i’m so glad to have you by my side.

y/nmercer when he listens to and understands taylor swift 😩🤭 I’M GONNA PROPOSE

john.marino97 i think i already did that? what do you think i did when i got down on one knee and gave you that ring?

y/nmercer idk? i thought you just had a really weird way of gifting a promise ring or something

dawson1417 call me every day and tell me all about the mormons and life in utah! i’m gonna miss you, but i’m so happy you found your happily ever after and have someone to take on life with ❤️

dawson1417 even if that someone is john

john.marino97 we’re gonna be brothers one day, and then you’re gonna wish you were nicer to me

dawson1417 @/john.marino97 nah

y/nmercer i love you, bubba 🤍 thank you for being my best friend and allowing me to follow you around for the past 22 years. life will be so much different without you by my side

lhughes_06 i’ll miss you, mom! i hope you have a good time in utah! i’m gonna miss you dropping off cookies after losses and doing my curls

y/nmercer my first child <3 i love you so much, hun! i’m gonna miss you so much but i’ll see you later this summer and when we play NJD!

user92 this must be so hard for her :( i can’t imagine being with your twin from the womb to 22 and then having to move across the country just like that

user16 i mean, i’d assume she knew the risks of being with a hockey player and that it meant she could have to leave

user92 @/user16 that doesn’t make it any less hard for her

jackhughes gonna miss ya short stack! don’t get shunned out there in utah!

y/nmercer you’re not that much taller than me! just for that, i will not miss you

jackhughes oh no, you’ve wounded me! what ever will i do?!

y/nmercer fall in a hole, slut

jackhughes right back at you, whore

y/nmercer @/john.marino97 JOHN! LOOK WHAT HE CALLED ME!

jackhughes tattletale. you can dish it out but you can’t take it?

y/nmercer i’m just a girl

nicohischier we’ll miss your presence here in NJ, but i can’t wait to hear all about your new life, y/n!

y/nmercer please bring me back so many swiss treats as a going away gift!

user04 new jersey is gonna miss john’s talent and your kind heart and vivacious energy! i hope utah treats you guys well!

ehaula utah stole my babysitter! good luck out there, i’ll miss you both!

y/nmercer i’ll fly back. don’t ever underestimate what i’ll do for your children, erik.

nicolelaud i’m gonna miss my wine wife so bad 🍷🤍 i’ll pour a glass in your honor, babe. it’s been a privilege to be your friend and watch your relationship blossom beautifully. i’ll still see you in a few weeks, right?!

y/nmercer thank you for welcoming me into this team dynamic with open arms! i’ll miss you!! and absolutely! no chance i’m giving up a jersey bachelorette party!

user78 THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT JOHN IS LEAVING US?! I HATE MY LIFE

vitacz15 i’m so sorry to hear about this! but i know you’ll do great there!

y/nmercer i miss my daily dose of vitek! thank you, VV!

curtislazar95 i’ll miss *adam hamway voice* THE MARINO’S! hope you thrive on the west coast! luke’s curls will miss you too

y/nmercer i’m a marino?! 🥹

curtislazar95 well yeah, soon enough!

naterbastian take care of my boy out there in the beehive state! i know he and you are gonna do great things!

y/nmercer awww bass! don’t worry, i’ll take care of your husband! 🫶🏻

jesperbratt don’t be a stranger ❤️ you have a home here any time. we’ll miss you both lots

y/nmercer oh bratt-man, don’t make me cry again 🥺

user30 the way john hasn’t posted a goodbye but she has 😭

user6 well, john never posted a goodbye when he was traded from the penguins either, but considering this seems to be the first NHL player she’s dated, i assume this is her first time having to leave against her will from a city she’s grown to call home, so it makes sense that she posted a goodbye

tmeier96 good luck on the west coast! i’m just a text away if you ever need anything, it was a pleasure to get to know you

y/nmercer just stab me with a dull soup spoon already, it would hurt less

john.marino97 @/y/nmercer no.

[oxygen537art]

istg I luv ur art style so much and also can I get mha smut recommendations (idrc wat ship but mainly bakudeku and dabihawks is wat I'm looking for. shiggydabi is cool too)

Thank you so much for your nice words, I'm glad you enjoy my art! ❤️

I've listed the authors and titles of their works that I once saved in my favorites. I hardly follow updates now, it's been a while since I reread the works listed here, so I rely purely on notes and bookmarks left by past me. Just a reminder that everyone's tastes are different, please read the tags. And check out the authors' other works!

18+, Minors Do Not Interact!

Aphra_After_Dark

The Desk Job

Fight for You, Fighting for Me

how to 69 when both of you have fangs

In For A Penny

Mommy Milkers

Of Corset Is

A Slow Descent

Something New

bluebelle

can I kiss you?

full rack

hard boiled

cozzzynook

“Closer”

"Come on baby bird, show me whose submissive”

“Lace and Feathers”

“Mated” series

“I got you a present birdie”

“I’ll Love you even when you don’t love you”

Self-care is the best care, but with you it’s just better

The sun that stole the moon

“Touya’s Fun Night In”

Cateil

drowning in you

heart and soul

messy

palpable

cellostiel

Maraschino Cherry Juice

Relaxation

The Real Deal

Songbird

So Fucking Electric

DeadBoysWalking

Hyperfixation

Shut Up And Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Good Boy

If Only

Eyes On Me

The Other Way

Wait A Minute, Baby, Stay With Me A While

Turn you inside-out by dorothycanfly

drunkenCharm

As Above So Below

Before I Ever Met You

Begging for Thread

Days of Bloom

Drowning Gods

Good Vibrations

i hold you to my heart's desire

Waiting Game

FeatheredFvck

Bad Behavior

Bet

Breathe

Dickstracted

Euphoria

I'll Do You Two Better

It's A Spring Thing

The One Percent

Unexpected

From flames to ashes by NekoRika (This is a collection of oneshots, but I save the chapters 3, 23, 36, 41, 43)

Neurotoxin

Arrangements

Change Of Pace

Learn To Breathe

Punk Gecko Boi watches Smexy Gaymer and his Goth bf fuck on webcam.mp4

Pixie_Virus

4's a Party

Couch Troubles

Meet-Cute

After Dicking Cuddles by the_pursuit_of_happiness

I'll Make It Fit and Milk Me by paleserendipity

SaltyTomato

Good boy

I hope they have your eyes

Pretty Fingers on Slick Thighs

satan_copilots_my_tardis (I recommend all of their works. Some are only available on Tumblr (18+) @satancopilotsmytardis)

SoenNoAme (TsukkiNoNeko)

Blue Flames, Blue Passion

Captivated By Your Resonating Light

Close To You

Dancing Flames

Diplomatic Approach

Edge of Glory

Glimmer

Heated

Kiss Me Like It's Do Or Die

Play A Little Game

Satisfy the Undisclosed Desires in your Heart

sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie.

Stuck in Repeat

Tears That Drip Sore

until you learn to love yourself

White Camelia

Your Innocence Is Mine

Wind Down by frozenCinders

Primal Instincts and Pretty Things by truthinadvertising

fuck around and find out and End Racism in the OTW- All Dolled Up by unbalancedcentrifuge

VampyrSutton

Be Good For Me

The Cave

Eyes on Me

Good Little Whore

Hate Fuck

How Are You Alive?

How Do You Live Like This?

How the Mighty Fall

Spring Heat

SSD Day 3~Werebeasts~Claiming Bite/Knotting

SSD Day 6~Anthro~Collar

Werewolfnightwalker

All Of Me

The Consequences of Nesting

Down By the Wexford Border

Save a Horse, Ride a Birdboy

Soft

Take Me Apart So Gently

Turn Off The Lights (We Don't Need Them To Dance)

[soliloquent-stark]

so a little bird told me it's your birthday......

i considered reworking that steve-jumping-out-of-a-birthday-cake-with-frosted-tits manip again for you, but i thought it might be a little overdone at this point; then i came up with a much better idea, but it's kind of impossible to actually make, but i liked the idea so much that i wanted to tell it to you anyway so here it is in alt text/image description format:

[Image Description - a picture of tony stark in the foreground; there is a mess of what is ostensibly 'whipped cream' all around his mouth and in his goatee, with white specks in his hair and also on his thoroughly rumpled clothing. he is smirking at the viewer as he bites a maraschino cherry off its stem, wearing an expression like that cat that got the cream. behind him, steve rogers is sprawled across the floor amid a mess of balloons and fallen streamers and confetti and party popper detritus, looking totally dazed. the whipped cream that had been adorning his tits has been licked mostly clean, and his hair is thoroughly mussed. he is wearing nothing but a paper party hat that someone has placed neatly over his junk. there is smeared residue of a white substance all over his body, concentrated mostly around his abs. beside him, an open canister of whipped cream is leaking into the carpet. /End I.D.]

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my beloved i—i don't even know how to respond to that 😭😭 the visual is SO AMAZING i wish it was real but at the same time i absolutely adore hearing it in your words 🥺❤️ thank you for putting a (very genuine) smile on my face <3

[inafieldofdaisies]

(WIP) Music Monday | Tagged by @josephseedismyfather and @simplegenius042 ❤️

Trace me like a pen on paper I can be your record player Pouring rain in January Sweeter than a bowl of cherries All alone now You can take control now Undress all my secrets for you So you know that I adore you You got the gun, cinnamon sun

now this one is pretty much interchangeable for them, and John and Sabrina, I would say. Though, the red, cherry visuals and symbolism overall definitely makes me think more of Mer (who for sure would be the type to tie a Maraschino cherry into a knot with her tongue and go: "Look, Jacob". She has many talents, some are a bit useless in the Reaping, if not to scandalize Joseph... :D)

Off the deep end, you've fallen Arise, Arise, Again Thrown to pieces, cast to the wind From ashes we ascend Harken to me Hang on This life's your own I'm right here beside you You're not alone In darkness we shine Now place your hand in mine Arise

Y'all, I know it's a long song (most of CLANN's are, but so worth it too), but listen past 4:20, especially when the "From ashes we ascend" note hits - CHILLS.

He’s turnin’ all those heads Makin’ lots of unmade beds Rush blush, like fallin’ in love Can’t stop, can’t get enough Temperature's risin’ all eyes on him They call him Mr. Fahrenheit Makin’ rounds every night He don’t miss a beat, he’s crankin up the heat Feel those heart rates spike

In honor of Cal's number being on every coaster in the Spread Eagle. :D Plus, fire aesthetic, yes.

Tagging @direwombat @chazz-anova @aceghosts @jillvalentinesday @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @madparadoxum @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @cassietrn @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @adelaidedrubman @poisonedtruth @shegetsburned @thesingularityseries @florbelles @purplehairsecretlair @voidika @theelderhazelnut @unpetitoiseau @unholymilf @euryalex and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

[copiousloverofcopia]

Please don’t stress over it! I appreciate all your hard work!!! I would love for the cock corset to be more with a fem reader but just had to share the information about the ghoul pants because I found it hilarious that theirs is in the back while Papa’s is in front hahaha but please don’t rush ❤️ much love -cock corset anon

Hey Ghestie,

Sorry for how long this took, but as you know Papa and I have littles and I have a full-time duty that I attend to within the Ministry, so things get hectic...

Anyways I wanted to do a little extra for this so here you go and please please let me know if it was worth the wait!

So here we go.....

The Cherry Stem

Also available here on AO3!

Defintely NSFW below the cut!

It was dark, the cloudiness of your vision intensified by the billowing of smoke from the other side of the bar. The scent of stale ale and liquor lingering in the air as you sat mindlessly stirring your cocktail. You leaned into the well-aged bar having it  support your frame as you devoured maraschino cherries—one after another. It wasn't food–not really, but at least you’d have something other than alcohol fermenting in your gut. You pushed the empty dish away from you, some guy named Jim refilling it with the glistening fruit as you took a swig of the rest of what remained in your glass.

At this point you didn't care, spirited away within your mind, trying to block out the world around you. Your low humming depression, exacerbated by your recent break up, unable to be placated by the usual suspects. Instead, sending you out the door and into the only bar open this late at night—hours after the others had closed. 

"Hey…uh…Jim was it?" You called. The older gentleman with the scraggly beard turning to face you, drying a glass with a rag and placing it back on the rack. How cliche, you thought as he approached you.

"You ah…need sumthin?" He asked.

"I want to show you a trick." You told him unsure of what had even sparked the impulse to do so.

"Shoot." He said placing both hands down on the bar and leaning in to see what you were going to do. You grabbed a single cherry. Pulling it into your mouth and pulling off the stem, chewing it up and swallowing it back as a bit of its red juice dribbled over the corner of your lips. 

The barkeep looked at you, completely confused until you sucked the stem back into your mouth. You swished it around a bit, twisting your tongue and pulling it with your teeth until from within your lips appeared a perfectly knotted stem.

"Well, I'll be–" he began before a voice from behind you spoke. It was masculine with a thick Italian accent and playful tone. A voice that made you feel intrigued. 

"Well, that was truly something." The man said as you turned around on your stool. Your eyes locking with his. They were mismatched, one a beautiful shade of green. The other, surprisingly white. 

Surrounding them were dark circles that would rival raccoons. He was handsome, but in a way, you couldn't quite describe with his light brown hair—a touch of gray, full lips, a distinguished cleft chin. Not your typical type yet somehow, he held your attention—as you held your breath.

"Just a trick I learned in college. Another way I occupied my time when I should have been studying." You laughed. 

"Sí, we'll seems you've perfected it." He commented, running his thumb and forefinger across his bottom lip. 

"You...ah want something?" Jim asked.

"I will take a gin and tonic grazie. So mind if I?" He asked, gesturing to the stool next to you as he awaited his drink. You shrugged, turning away when he took your chin in his hand. Your breath halted within your chest as you held still, unsure of what was going on when he took his thumb and wiped the dribble of cherry juice that lingered on your lip. He watched in astonishment as he sucked his thumb into his mouth, as he sat down beside you.

"Did…did you just?" You asked, completely at a loss for words.

"Ah well you see cara mia I'm only in town for the night…so I figure why waste time on the formalities." 

"I'm sorry?" You inquired, a bit tipsy, but what was left of your wits picked up on his sordid intentions. 

"My name is Copia, but you cara can call me C." 

"Well...ah…ok C...I'm Y/N. What brings you to this run down place anyways?" You asked, trying to pretend that things were cool but baffled that you were continuing on the conversation. 

"Well my band and I just finished a show, and well…honestly it was open." He chuckled, your own laughter soon following. He was so very charming. The way he stroked his chin, the piercing gaze of his mismatched eyes, and his voice—-rhythmic and smooth. Everything about him felt so enchanting. Almost as if you were under a spell. 

Jim slung Copia's drink down the bar, the ice clinking off the side of the glass as the mysterious man caught it in his gloved hand. You watched him take a sip, enjoying the taste of it as it met with his lips. He seemed at ease, making himself comfortable on the bar stool and striking up a more personal conversation.

"So Y/N… tell me the reason you are in a place like this?"

"Men. Well, one man in particular." You groaned, popping another cherry into your mouth.

"Ah sí. For the most part they are no good." He laughed. You sat for a moment, a bit surprised at his reaction, while Copia looked intently into your eyes.

"I mean, it's more than just that. But it's nothing I wanna tell some random stranger in a dive bar in the semi-questionable part of town." You explained, hoping to leave it at that but he pressed on, bringing his hand over to pull a cherry from your dish. He held it against his lips, pulling it in to chew and swallow. The manner in which he did this, clearly meant to inspire something within you. You felt your face heat, the telltale sign of his effect on you shown in your rosy-tinged cheeks. 

You were at a loss for words. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that you found him rather handsome, either way you felt your breath hasten and your heart start to pound. Cobia placed his hand over your own on the bar, your eyes darting down to it. Lips parting to carefully exhale your held breath. 

"Tell me cara, because I'm not that convinced. Is it really just a man that bothers you?" He said, running this thumb over the back of your hand. 

"It's everything." You blurted out, shocked at just how easily he pulled from you a confession. Momentarily you thanked God you didn't have any state secrets to divulge, as apparently the alcohol—and company made you unexpectedly loose lipped. Somehow with this man you knew, deep down, God had nothing to do with it. 

"Everything, is that right?"

"I just…I mean…well I'm not happy. My job is nothing but a headache. I don't feel any fulfillment or sense of accomplishment there. My friends…heh…well they are few and far between. Oh and family…well let's just say I'm the punchline to every joke they never wanted to hear. I just feel lost…honestly I feel like I meant for greater things." You explained. The conversation continued, time seeming to stand still as you poured out your heart and soul to this man—this strange, mysterious man. "Does any of this even make sense?" You asked him. 

"Sí, makes perfect sense. Maybe you just need someone to shepherd your way." Copia grinned. His words sent a heat from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your heart, still pumping away as the two of you stared at each other. Your silhouettes, highlighted by the dim pipe lights. You couldn't have predicted what happened next, all you knew was that you were compelled to ask him.

"And just who would shepherd me? And to what?" Copia took another sip of his drink, licking his lips free of the remnants as he answered.

"Yours truly. I am the one for which you seek. It's not all the time that I find such a wayward lamb to add to my flock." 

"Who even are you?" You asked, entranced and curious. You were just as scared to know the answer, as you were desperate to hear it. 

"I am Papa. Papa Emeritus the Fourth, the dark Pope. The unholy Leader of Lucifer's church on Earth—our one true God..." He said, your pupils dilating and your jaw dropping as he spoke. Somehow you knew he was telling the truth. The implications, coupled with the effects of your drink, making you lightheaded. You fought the urge to run— instead remaining firmly seated.

"I...ah...must be headed back home." You said, throwing down a couple of fives on the bar for Jim what's his name and trying to smoothly, and quickly, slip out from your seat.

"So soon…" he asked, grabbing your arm as you stood.

"I think I should go." 

"You know what I say is true. I can take you away from it all cara. If you come with me, become a Sister of Sin in his service…in my service…I know you will learn to love life again. Allow me to show you the wonders this world holds. Allow you to live deliciously." Copia pleated, his voice striking a nerve, but also hitting you right in the undeniable throbbing that resided between your thighs.

"What do you want from me?" You asked, peering back at Jim and some other misfits that occupied the other end of the bar. Had anyone heard this conversation between the two of you? Heard this man's words, the same ones you had fallen from his lips? Copia pulled you back to face him again. 

"Come with me to the alley. We could go out back together. Talk it over." Copia persuaded, but you knew he had no intentions of talking. Still you had to ask.

"Oh and do what?"

"For starters…I want you to come show me what else you can do with that—talented tongue of yours." Copia explained, his candor wildly forward. 

"I'm not so sure I…" You began, Copia rising to stand beside you at the bar.

"Well, if you're not interested, then I must…" he started until once again your impulse to speak got the better of you.  

"No no no…I just…I just have never done anything like this before." You explained, completely mortified by the fact that you were even considering his proposal. Here you were, at this clearly godforsaken bar on the corner, contemplating carnal actions with a strange man who claimed to be a Satanic Pope. 

"Well, no one can force you. We are all about free will. But I will wait for a bit…just in case you change your mind Y/N." Copia said as he nodded to Jim and walked out the front door. 

You stood frozen still. Your chest aching as you struggled to control your breath. You knew that if you walked out of that bar right now and went home that you would forever wonder what would have happened if you followed him out. You were scared, anxious, worried—but even more intrigued. 

You had to know. You grabbed your leather jacket from the stool beside you and headed out the back door. Jim shook his head as he watched you disappear outside.

The alley was cold. The wind whipping through it and sending a chill down your spine as if it had been personally tunneled towards you. You crossed your arms, stepping down off the steps and searching for any sign of C. You looked left and right, watching as debris, carried along in the wind, traveled down the alley–no sign of the dark Pope anywhere. You began to wonder if you missed your chance—that was until you felt the weight of a hand pressed into your shoulder. 

"I knew you couldn't resist cara." Copia hummed into your ear, his breath hot and tingly. You dropped your head to the side, allowing him to bring his mouth against your flesh. His lips, leaving strawberry marks in their wake as his hand reached around to snake beneath your favorite dark-wash denim.  

"C...I…ah—" You gasped as Copia nipped your neck, his gloved fingers massaging your aching pussy beneath your panties. He smiled against you, gently rubbing the dampened spot that grew with every second. This wouldn’t be the first time you hooked up with someone at a bar against your better judgment, but tonight was something else entirely.

"Mmm…you like the way it feels sí? I can give you so much more cara." He growled, grabbing ahold of your face to kiss him. You hummed against his lips. His tongue, slipping into your mouth and tangling with yours, heated and lustful. Even the simplest of his touches, bringing you sensations never experienced before.

"I need…" You whined, rutting your cunt against his fingers, praying that he'd slip them inside you. 

"Need what Y/N? My fingers, my cock?" Copia asked, the words sending Hellfire through your veins. You couldn't reply, only moan and whimper against his ministrations. It's then he surprised you, slipping his still gloved fingers inside your warm pussy. 

"Ah…mmm…" you moaned, The heated leather sliding in and out of you with ease. Copia's mouth hung open, realizing just how wet you had become. You closed your eyes to block out all other sensation when he pulled out of you. You gasped, Copia spinning you around to face him. You stared at him, watching as he sucked your juices from his gloves. Finally pulling them off with his teeth and shoving them into the pockets of the dark black pants he was wearing. An amalgamation of fabrics and textures, designed to draw the eye—it worked like a charm.  

Copia looked you over, pushing your hair behind your ear. He drank in the sight of you, smug at already having you so disheveled and messy. You felt the warmth building up inside, so much so you’d forgotten about the cold. Your body needed more from him, more of his touch, his attention, but he would not give it—not yet. 

“On your knees.” he commanded, his eyes ablaze with lust. You did as you were told and kneeled before him—a god to be worshiped. You came face to face with the lace up of his pants. The corset-like enclosure, holding back the large swell of his cock that pressed hard against it. Your mouth watered at the sight, running your hands up along the fabric covering his thighs–threadbare, frayed, and tattered. 

Copia, once more, took your face in his hands. Bringing your eyes back to his own. “Do you accept me?” he asked you and without hesitation you pledged yourself to him. 

“Yes C…Copia…Pa–Papa.” You mewled as he brought his thumb into your mouth. You sucked on it, teasing him with the promised talents of your tongue. The same talent that had caught his eye with the cherry stem.

“Then take your unholy communion, be made anew, washed in our sin.” he purred, rubbing the bulge of his pants with his free hand. You started at it, mesmerized and drooling with the wish to have it inside you. You reached out to pull the tie when Copia grabbed hold of your hand. You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Don’t you want me to—”

“With your mouth cara. You're a big girl you know what to do" Copia groaned, releasing your hands as you watched his cock twitch inside his pants. Even just the sight of it made you throb, feeling the wetness lathering the inside of your thighs. Your cunt was begging to be filled by him as you rubbed your legs together praying for the friction you so desperately craved.  

You opened your mouth, tongue glistening in salvia as you prepared to perform yet another trick. You pulled the ties into your mouth one at a time, using your tongue and teeth to loosen the hold. Copia’s eyes meeting with yours as you stared back up at him. The pants fell loose, but the ties still remained laced. 

You slipped your tongue under them, drooling all over his lap, as you pulled each and every section open. Copia’s mouth, dropping in amazement as he watched you free his cock from the confines of his pants. It now hung freely in front of you, thick and dripping. You felt your insides pulsing just looking at him. Hoping that this would lead to him filling your pussy with that magnificent shaft.  

You kept eye contact, watching Copia’s face as his huge cock slowly disappeared into your mouth. His head falling back, as he enjoyed you sucking and pressing along the shaft with the tip of your tongue. His cock fully seated in your throat, gagging you a bit as you bobbed your head up and down on it. Copia grabbed a fist full of your hair. His moaning and grunting, growing more desperate with each pass of your tongue. You swallowed back with him inside you, never once using your hand to touch him. You felt him begin to shutter, yanking you back by your hair as his cock popped out of your mouth. The precum decorating your lips as you sat back on your calves, confused and hazy. 

“Y/N take off your pants and panties.” Copia told you and he grabbed ahold of his leaky cock.

“What?” 

“Just do it. I will anoint you, claim you as mine in the eyes of our god right here, right now.” he vowed, trying to refocus, his sensitive cock red and swollen. You removed them, Copia bending you over and running the head of his cock through your dripping wet heat. 

“Ah…C…” you whined as he pushed it in past your folds, gently easing in and then slamming full force the rest of his length inside of your cunt. He gripped tight to your hips as he thrusted his juicy thick cock into your cunt. Over and over, his hands holding you steady as you tried to help stay balanced, palms slipping along the brick side of the building. 

“Oh fuck…la tua figa è così deliziosamente stretta cara. Ho bisogno di sborrare dentro di te—” Copia cried, wincing as he tried to hold back, but the way your cunt felt surrounding him, silky and warm—he was fading fast.   

“Oh shit…I don't know what you just said but…oh my god you feel so good. Don’t stop, I'm so close. Copia please!” You pleaded, feeling your pussy tightening up around his width with each and every thrust. He could feel it too, pounding inside you, the unmistakable tug on him. The sensation, sending him to the edge. 

“I will paint your insides with my seed. I’m going to cum inside you. Make you mine.” Copia hissed, bucking his pelvis against you over and over, cushioned by the swell of your ass. “This is it cara mia. I can’t hold bac—-” Copia yelled as he exploded inside, your own walls shaking and contracting against him as your orgasm ripped through you. The pressure from your combined satisfaction, leaking down your thighs. A profane display of lust, out in the open for the world around you as you cried out, nails scraping the wall and a bit of blood filling your mouth as you bit down on your lip. 

You had never been so overcome with pleasure. Nor had you ever fallen so deep in such a short amount of time. The late hour and your aching thighs, bringing you back from your sex hazed state. Copia panted, working to quickly tuck his messy, soft cock back into his pants—not bothering to re-lace them.

You stood up a bit woozy. The head rush from being bent over for so long leaving you weak, when Copia brought his mouth back to yours, pushing you up against the building. You relaxed into it, questioning if this was even real. Whether you had passed out in the dish of cherries at the bar. Copia pulled back, still trying to steady his breath when you were hit with a flash of bright light.  

Suddenly a cream Buick LeSabre pulled into the alleyway, startling you as you instinctively pulled close to Copia. You felt unnerved, shutting your eyes tight and listening to his heart beating away inside his chest. He smiled wide, as he buried his face into your hair. Taking a deep inhale, “They’re with me amore.” he whispered. 

You turned to look at them, the headlights illuminating the two of you as two men stepped out from the car. Or were they men? You couldn’t be sure. Both wearing all black suits and large helmet-like masks, attune to something you’d see in a 70’s science fiction flick. Copia nodded over to them, both of the “men” getting back into the vehicle as he looked back down to you. 

“Vieni con me sorella e ti porterò fuori strada.” Copia said, this voice thick with romance and promise. As you walked together, hand in hand, to the car you felt something. There was black magic and ancient power heavy in the air and all at once you knew you were now a part of it. You were His. You knew then life would never be the same—and it never was. 

Notes:

La tua figa è così deliziosamente stretta cara. Ho bisogno di sborrare dentro di te.- your pussy is so deliciously tight dear. I need to cum inside you. 

Vieni con me sorella e ti porterò fuori strada- Come with me sister and I will lead thee astray

[ask-the-celestial-family]

Oh def.

for all of the pregnananant and former pregnananant peeps: What is/was the weirdest craving you've had?

I ate maraschino cherries with peanut butter and fake bacon on toast. I’m allergic to cherries. -Moon💙

There was a whole week I was craving saltwater. -Eclipse🧡

Fried eggplant with marshmallow fluff. -Zenith🌩️

Dirt. I craved dirt for two weeks. -Pulsar❄️

Peanut butter on peaches. -Marianas⚡️

So far, raw tomato. I hate raw tomatoes. -Blood Moon❤️

I’m allergic to shellfish. The only thing I ever craved when I was pregnant? Fucking mussels. -Twilight🌀

Chocolate milk with butter. -Dark Moon🪷

Apples with sugar and lime. I’m allergic to lime. -Sky💎

Almonds with coconut and cayenne. -Bright Moon🫧

All Ibcraved while i was pregnant is rice. -Dawn🎀

I craved chalk. -Dusk💫

UV made me crave straight sugar. -Sun💛

[the-pale-goddess]

Show us Tiffany's best "f*ck me" pumps. Please.

Ahhhh, thank you for giving me the opportunity to indulge in shoe fever, dear! ❤️ Your ask made me scream, it took me back to the time when I was writing Conquest and had Drab Majesty’s remix of Burn The Witch on repeat...👀

You had those eyes / Maraschino cherries / You had those thighs in those fuck me pumps / Forcing me to torture you

I obviously went overboard because I’m me I just couldn’t decide! Pinterest kept recommending more & more and I wanted to include every single pic kjdfkgjdkfgj Enjoy these quick edits and the commentary you probably didn’t ask for 🥰

Tiffany’s fashion game could be described as timeless, very feminine, effortlessly stylish yet simple. The same rules apply to her shoes; she invests in high-quality classics that will serve her well for years. Her petite frame challenged her to get along with high heels, so they’re basically friends. However, not all of them are made for walking. Ethan has learned that some of her shoes have only one purpose: draw his attention to her shapely legs. The more uncomfortable-looking, the better lol 

The most fuck me pumps in her wardrobe are definitely platform stilettos:

Red and black pointed-toe pumps are 100% lethal too:

More platforms & straps with their Ramsey-killing qualities:

Since T’s wardrobe, to a large extent, consists of minimalist style, she experiments with statement shoes sometimes, adding a pop of color, sparkle or unique embellishment on her feet:

[shirley-newsletter]

Space Pigeon: How have I not had a new Shirley temple in a year? Whatever 🤷 this Shirley temple is pretty damn good regardless of the fact that my mother told the waiter I had an instagram where I judge restaurants based on Shirley temples. While this is mostly true, I can’t tell my mother I have a tumblr or she’ll rip my head off. The bartender put a lime slice in it, which even though I can hardly taste it over the excessive grenadine. Three cherries is nice as hell though! Overall a good 8/10 to come back to this dead blog

[coricomile]

5, 6, 7 for the 3 things asks, please! ❤️

5. 3 colors to paint your room

I'm a big fan of the bedroom being the dark spot of the house. It's where I'm meant to sleep and shouldn't be the rainbow wonderland to distract from that. So blue-black, dark purple, and dark blue are colors I've always loved for a bedroom area. Plus, they all are RIPE for glow in the dark stars!

6. 3 characters that inspire you

SO MANY.

But calling way, way, way back is Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho) who is poised and controlled and endlessly living in guilt for the hardest part of himself to accept. He isn't whole until he accepts that Shuichi Minamino and Youko Kurama are the same person, and it's a thing I think about a lot.

Ianto Jones. Baaaaaby. He deserved so much better than he got. But he knew who he was, suffered the degradation of people who were supposed to be his friends (and lover) but didn't waver in his principles and his inherent need to care for the people he loved. He was such a hard nut to crack, but the second the shell broke open he was unable to separate himself from the person who did the cracking.

Sam Winchester. There's a lot to like and enjoy about Sam, but the thing that resonates most with me is how slippery he is with emotions. The people closest to him think he's a big bleeding heart, but he very rarely actually shows his own hand, instead asking everyone else how they're doing how they're feeling, etc etc and using that connection into someone else instead of giving space for himself in those conversations and. Y'know. Same.

7. 3 fruits that you love the most

Cherries are by far my favorite. Sugar sweet maraschino from the jar (or soaked in any sort of vodka, whiskey, moonshine, etc) or sour cherries where you have to spit the pit out.

Blackberries are a close second. Tangy and bitter but super sweet right when you're getting ready to throw them out for being overripe, like they're saying "wait! I have more to show you!". This is not a metaphor except everything is a metaphor.

Blueberries. Also tangy and sweet, but much more subtle and able to blend (literally and figuratively) into pretty much everything from shakes to oatmeal to salads to being eaten from the hand.

[bangjiazheng]

🍨 Ice Cream Sundae with Banana Split and Crunchy Nuts 🥜 – The Ultimate Sweet Treat!

🍨 Ice Cream Sundae with Banana Split and Crunchy Nuts 🥜 – The Ultimate Sweet Treat!

Indulge in this classic ice cream sundae that brings together creamy vanilla ice cream, fresh bananas, and a deliciously crunchy nut topping, all drizzled with chocolate and caramel. Perfect for any dessert lover! 🍫🍌 Ingredients 3 scoops vanilla ice cream 1 banana, split lengthwise Whipped cream Chocolate syrup Caramel syrup 1/4 cup chopped nuts (walnuts, pecans, or peanuts) 1 maraschino cherry Instructions Prepare the Base Arrange banana halves in a large dessert bowl. Add Ice Cream Place the vanilla ice cream scoops between the banana halves. Drizzle with Syrup Drizzle generously with chocolate and caramel syrup. Top with Whipped Cream and Nuts Add a dollop of whipped cream on top, then sprinkle with chopped nuts for extra crunch. Finish with a Cherry Place a maraschino cherry on top and enjoy this classic sundae! This ice cream sundae is quick to make and oh-so-satisfying. 🍨❤️

IceCreamSundae #BananaSplit #NuttyDelight #SweetIndulgence #DessertLovers #QuickDessert #ChocoCaramel #IceCreamTreat

[babydollmarauders]

SWISS MISS — MEDIA MANAGEMENT: SUMMER EDITION

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, nicohischier, and 115,725 others

y/ndevils00 missed my swiss 🧀 (and got to see his family! it was a win-win!)

tagged nicohischier

trevorzegras YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO VISIT YOUR FAMILY!

y/ndevils00 and i did!

trevorzegras for what? a day? before you hopped on a flight to SWITZERLAND?!

y/ndevils00 ehhh more like 8 hours, give or take a few

jackhughes tell cap i say hi!

y/ndevils00 tell him yourself?? expecting me to give him messages from you— tf do i look like, a cell phone?

y/ndevils00 cap says hi back 😒

nicohischier i love having you here, bug ❤️

y/ndevils00 so grateful nina was able to help me surprise you <3

john.marino97 ME NEXT?

y/ndevils00 gimme a reason

john.marino97 because i’m your best friend number 2?

y/ndevils00 ehhh not good enough

john.marino97 because i love you and i miss you and i don’t know if i’ll survive without you until september?

y/ndevils00 did dawgson tell you to say this?

john.marino97 sorry the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service 🫣 🏃🏻

jackhughes i hope you’re having fun, my love! LSH and i miss you ❤️

y/ndevils00 awww you miss me? 🤭 (sap)

jackhughes yeah yeah 🙄 just come home

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 went to a fancy shmancy wedding with Neeks and look who i found!

tagged nicohischier and siegenthaler34

y/ndevils00 my 2nd favorite swiss man! uncle siegs!

lhughes_06 what is this, a devils reunion? without jack and i?!

y/ndevils00 yes! timo is next! so glad you understand 🫶

dawson1417 ARE YOU HAVING FUN, BEST FRIEND (3) ?

y/ndevils00 I AM, BEST FRIEND (1)

dawson1417 i’m so glad! NOW COME VISIT ME NEXT

jackhughes smoke show 😮‍💨🔥💨

y/ndevils00 beloved, please never use those emojis again

jackhughes okay, understood

jackhughes that’s mine! 🔒❤️

y/ndevils00 who? ME?! 🤭

nicohischier thanks for being my plus one! i could’ve done without you telling everyone that i was your “whore on the side” though

y/ndevils00 is that not what you are??

nicohischier no?

y/ndevils00 could’ve sworn that title was in the friendship contract we signed

nicohischier once again, that was an NDA

siegenthaler34 it was lovely seeing you, y/n/n! can’t wait to see you again in September ❤️

y/ndevils00 you’re the sweetest swiss of them all <3

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 is this what timo time really means? i think i love it

tagged tmeier96

lhughes_06 it’s like you guys are twins

lhughes_06 it’s creepy

y/ndevils00 that’s my big brother!

lhughes_06 …he’s not actually though, right?!

y/ndevils00 no? i thought you would’ve known by my lack of accent?

lhughes_06 look, i’m just trying to make sure there’s no risk of my brother getting his ass handed to him

jackhughes do you not have ANY faith in me?!

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes no

jackhughes switzerland, italy, back to michigan now please!

y/ndevils00 i’ll be home tomorrow, honey bun 🤍

jackhughes can’t wait to see you, my little honey nut cheerio

jackhughes “sheesh” - trevor zegras

y/ndevils00 oh.. no…

tmeier96 lovely to be annoyed by you again, little sis!

y/ndevils00 you didn’t expect me to NOT come and celebrate your contract signing, did you?!

tmeier96 well, it certainly wasn’t a possibility i had thought of

tmeier96 but i’m glad you did!

y/ndevils00 nice coverup 🤨

john.marino97 LOOK AT YOU

y/ndevils00 LOOK AT ME

john.marino97 BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIEND

y/ndevils00 THANK YOU BEST FRIEND 🤭

jackhughes back off Maraschino Cherry

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes just think of John as my gay best friend!

john.marino97 i’m not gay?

y/ndevils00 but you’re also not trying to fuck me <3

john.marino97 very true. you’re not my type

y/ndevils00 BITCH???

nicohischier did you make him sing taylor swift too?

tmeier96 no?

dawson1417 BEST FRIEND YOU’RE GLOWING

y/ndevils00 🇨🇭 AND 🇮🇹 HAVE DONE ME WONDERS

trevorzegras ITALIA ☀️🛵🍝

y/ndevils00 TREVOR 🐀🥱🗣️

trevorzegras i am nothing but nice to you

y/ndevils00 who do you think you’re fooling?

[charnelhouse]

Ok but Ghost reacting to Red getting a tattoo of a skull somewhere on her body?? So cute!! I love the way you write them, you always do such a good job ❤️❤️

It’s post-mission at a bar in Saint Martin. It’s barely a bar, more of a shack, wooden and threadbare. 

But it does the trick. The owners are dead. They were targets 141 had been given. Names on slips of paper. Soap plays bartender. Gaz has figured out the radio so that new wave pulses from the speaker. No one is there. No one around. The Caribbean laps at the lopsided porch. The sand is white as aged paper and velvet-soft.

They’re all sun-touched. Dizzy with it. Even, Ghost.

He’s removed his mask just for today. These few hours where not a soul exists beyond the boys and Red. He’s getting back at relaxing. He’s somewhat comfortable with his naked face when it’s within the steel trap of 141. He does still cling to the shadows, hovering in corners and away from open doorways and raw light. He prefers to keep himself partially inside insulating darkness. One foot firmly settled into safety should he need to burrow deep if anyone were to show up.

It’s not likely. There’s no one left on this tiny corner of the island. The bodies are in a pit out back, waiting for retrieval. In addition to the artificial scent of coconut sunscreen, there’s blood, faint but catching on the balmy breeze. Sand in his boots. Liquor bottles the color of sea glass and coated in a thin film of dust and gun residue. The floor is sticky with alcohol and shards of glass from the shootout. Coagulating blood drying like dark chocolate glaze.

Perched on a bar stool, Red’s clad in a dirty tank top and loose tax pants. There’s engine oil smeared across the plump of her cheek, which makes her appear both young and endearing. She’s drunk. Too much tequila on an empty stomach. She’d only eaten a handful of roasted peanuts that she’d found in a bowl next to the maraschino cherries.

“There could be blood in there.” Soap remarked, audibly concerned. Slightly disturbed.

“There could be,” she equipped and smiled before shoving the nuts messily into her mouth. Ghost wanted to lick the salt from her lips.

She leans forward, elbows planted on the bar top as she lets Soap pour liquor onto her tongue. Ghost curls his fingers into a fist, clenching tight before remembering that it was his cock in her mouth not a day ago. It was her with her arms around his neck before they went into this guns blazing.

“Stay alive.”

“Don’t die.”

“Affirmative.”

“Foxy’s tolerance is sky fuckin’ high,” Soap exclaims. “Christ - she could drink all ya twats under the table.” Soap is close to a blackout, his accent rolling into a thick paste that sticks his words together. These are the times he tends to regard Red like she hung the bloody moon. “Takin’ it like a champ, aye?”

Ghost rolls his eyes, but doesn’t stop watching.

The muscle in her jaw flexes as her lashes flutter. Soap hoots again and she laughs, spilling tequila across the counter before wiping it from her mouth with the back of her hand. When she shifts, the pale blue strap of her bra moves, and Ghost’s gaze is drawn to her shoulder.

At first, he thinks it’s dirt, a bit of mud, or a drop of blood. But then he steps closer, bottle upturned as he takes another swallow, and his vision focuses -

Ghost sputters, partially choking on the beer sliding down his throat. Red twists around, peeking at him with wide eyes and an arched brow. What?

It’s there. Small and black and significant. A skull stenciled into her shoulder, the same patch of flesh he loves to kiss, to worship when she’s on her belly, and he’s spread her knees apart. 

Smooth, curved, and brined in sweat. 

“Would you look at that?” Price mutters before returning his half-chewed cigar to his lips. Gaz snickers. Soap, oblivious as usual, loudly asks what they’re talking about. 

Ghost edges closer before firmly planting his chest against her back, one hand grasping her waist and the other on her bicep. He caresses the tattoo, pushing the blunt tip of his thumb into the design until she shudders. He pets the bony brow, the square teeth, and the black sockets.

“When?” he murmurs. He can smell all of her. The floral shampoo, the sugar punch of whiskey, and the bite of Price’s cigar smoke. 

“Post-Francisco Dorado assassination,” she replies. “Tulum.”

“Without me?”

“You got yours without me.”

Something is unfurling in his chest. It feels like he’s free-falling from a plane. He has no parachute, but he doesn’t care. He wants to crash. He wants to slam into Earth because this is too much and not enough at once. 

“Red…” he utters quietly, strangely touched, strangely bulldozed by this small mark upon her person. 

No one has ever done this for him. No one would. It was one thing to get a tattoo for her. She was Red Fox. He wouldn’t be surprised if several men out there had gotten her name carved into them at one point or another. He imagined she’d left a trail of broken hearts in her wake because she was structured with that kind of chaos. Emotional gut-punch. Sister hurricane. When she fucked him, it felt like he was being sucked dry. Terrifying and destabilizing, and pleasurable. The most mind-numbing orgasms he’d ever experienced.

“Simon,” she says, reaching back to tug at his belt. It’s a comforting gesture and one she uses often in the field when no one can know what they mean to each other. A small hand squeeze. Her arm brushing his bicep. I’m here. I’m here. You and Me.

He lowers his head, lips skating across her ear. Her skin is hot as the bone-white sand beneath this hut, and he intends to fuck her dumb on top of it. What else is there to do? How else can he verbalize his appreciation for what she’s done? Permanent. Always. 

He knows how to show her.  His voice is husky when he speaks, loaded with desperation that he doesn’t mind revealing.

“Outside,” he demands, requests. “Meet me outside.”

[woodsteingirl]

i ❤️ maraschino cherries!!!!!!!!!