#mouthwatering cake

[indiagiftsonline]

Mouthwatering Moments: Discover the Ultimate Birthday Cake Ideas

Birthdays are special occasions that call for celebration, joy, and of course, a delicious cake! Whether you’re celebrating the birthday of a loved one or your own special day, a mouthwatering cake is an essential part of the festivities. Indiagift, a leading online gifting platform, offers a wide array of delectable birthday cake options that are sure to make your taste buds dance with delight. In this article, we’ll explore some of the ultimate birthday cake ideas from Indiagift that are bound to make your celebration a memorable one.

Classic Chocolate Cake:

When it comes to birthday cakes, you can never go wrong with a classic chocolate cake. Indiagift offers a range of chocolate cakes that are moist, rich, and utterly irresistible. From a simple chocolate sponge cake to a decadent chocolate truffle cake, there’s something to suit every chocolate lover’s taste buds. Decorated with chocolate ganache, chocolate shavings, or even edible flowers, these cakes are a true indulgence.

Red Velvet Delight:

If you’re looking for a cake that’s both visually stunning and delicious, a red velvet cake is the perfect choice. Indiagift’s red velvet cakes are moist, velvety, and have a distinctive red hue that adds a touch of elegance to any celebration. The cream cheese frosting that envelops the cake adds a tangy and creamy element that perfectly complements the rich cocoa flavors. Whether you opt for a classic round cake or a heart-shaped one, a red velvet cake is sure to be a showstopper at any birthday party.

Fruity Bliss:

For those who prefer a lighter and refreshing cake, we offer a variety of fruity options. From a luscious strawberry cake to a tangy lemon cake, these fruity delights are perfect for summertime birthdays. The cakes are infused with the flavors of fresh fruits and adorned with beautiful fruit garnishes, making them not only delicious but also visually appealing. A fruit cake is a delightful way to bring a burst of freshness to your birthday celebrations.

Butterscotch Dream:

If you’re a fan of caramel and toffee flavors, then a butterscotch cake from Indiagift is a must-try. We make these cakes with layers of moist butterscotch sponge cake, fill them with creamy butterscotch frosting, and top them with crunchy caramelized nuts. The combination of sweet and nutty flavors creates a heavenly taste experience that will leave you craving for more. Whether you choose a classic round cake or a trendy drip cake, a butterscotch cake is a crowd-pleaser that will leave everyone wanting seconds.

Designer Cakes:

For a truly unique and personalized birthday cake, we offer a range of designer cakes that are sure to impress. You can have endless possibilities, whether you desire a cake shaped like a favorite cartoon character, a sports-themed cake, or a cake that reflects a specific hobby or interest. Indiagift’s talented cake artists can bring your imagination to life and create a cake that not only looks amazing but also tastes incredible. A designer cake is the perfect choice for those who want to make a bold statement on their birthday.

Photo Cakes:

Another fantastic option from Indiagift is the photo cake, which allows you to customize the cake with a special photo or image. Whether you choose a memorable photograph or a fun picture, a photo cake adds a personal touch to the birthday celebrations. Food-safe ink prints the image on edible icing sheets, ensuring that the cake looks as good as it tastes. Celebrate cherished moments with a personalized photo cake that perfectly captures the birthday celebrant’s personality and interests.

Theme Cakes:

We offer a delightful range of theme cakes for themed birthday parties, catering to various occasions such as princess-themed parties, superhero extravaganzas, and tropical luaus. Intricate decorations and fondant designs adorn these cakes, bringing the theme to life. From 3D castle cakes to Avengers-inspired creations, these theme cakes are not only visually stunning but also incredibly delicious.

Eggless Cakes:

For those who follow a vegetarian or eggless diet, Indiagift understands the importance of catering to their dietary preferences. That’s why they offer a wide selection of eggless cakes that are just as delectable as their egg-based counterparts.Eggless cakes like chocolate truffle and vanilla ensure everyone can enjoy a slice of birthday bliss. We make our eggless cakes with the finest ingredients and bake them to perfection, providing a delightful treat for all.

Cupcakes:

Indiagift’s selection of cupcakes is perfect if you’re seeking individual-sized treats or crave a range of flavors. These mini cakes come in a range of flavors, including chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, and more. They are beautifully decorated with frosting, sprinkles, and other delightful toppings. Cupcakes are not only delicious but also easy to serve and enjoy, making them a convenient option for birthday parties and gatherings.

In conclusion, when it comes to celebrating birthdays, Indiagift offers a wide range of mouthwatering cake options that are sure to make your celebrations unforgettable. From classic chocolate cakes to customized designer creations, there’s a cake to suit every taste and preference. With their commitment to quality, taste, and timely delivery, we ensure that every birthday becomes a moment to cherish. Discover Indiagift’s ultimate cake ideas and let sweetness steal the spotlight at your next birthday celebration.

[90smisaki]

cheesecake

[rafey-baby]

trinket

rafe thinks his maid is just the sweetest little thing...  

prince!rafe x maid!reader 

c/w: rafe being a menace, him flirting (?) w her, some royal cameron family angst ig, brief descriptions of him having sex w another woman, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.3k

also this is by no means historically accurate which is why i’m not gonna name any specific era for this xx

moodboard & introduction

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Every mid-December, the palace comes alive in an entirely novel way with the bustling preparations for the annual winter ball that the king and queen host to celebrate ‘another wonderful year’.

The once quiet and calm castle transforms into something colorful and vivid with the mouthwatering smell of cakes and pastries cooking in the ovens of the royal kitchen, along with maids and other servants whirling around the long hallways as they place intricate decorations and shiny ribbons all over the broad staircases and windows. 

She’s grateful she doesn’t have to partake in the hustle and bustle all that much since her primary duties include taking care of the prince and ensuring he has everything and anything he could possibly need.  

Although right now, she sort of wishes she could be stringing up polished ornaments or garnishing elegant baked goods because apparently, being the prince’s personal maid sometimes means sitting quietly in his bedchambers (as per his request to keep him company while he’s reading) with her own thoughts and the sounds outside the door her only source of entertainment.  

Therefore, she’s elated when he suddenly turns to face her in his armchair— flitting his eyes over to her from the hefty book that seems to have made him exasperated rather than enthralled.  

“Will you join me for a walk? All this noise is makin’ m’head hurt.”

There’s enthusiasm in the nod of her head; a yearning to see the fresh layer of snow covering the trees and painting the entire kingdom with its powdery whiteness— the aftermath of last night’s blizzard. She doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the crystalline snowfall glittering under the touch of the afternoon sun— or maybe a certain pair of aquamarine eyes, but that’s beside the point.  

“That would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” she easily agrees. 

“How many times do I have to tell you how much I despise that name? There’s no need to use it when s’just me,” he scolds her before he’s straightening up and stretching out his arms over his head. 

“My apologies, it’s a habit,” she rises to her feet as well; trying her hardest not to let her eyes linger on the sliver of his stomach peeking out from underneath the silky fabric of his shirt. 

“I don’t want your apologies, want you to use my name,” he says before stepping closer— standing tall before her and forcing her to blink up at him in order to meet his eyes. “Go on, sweetheart, say it,” he practically orders; eager eyes fixed on her face.  

She hesitates under the sudden attention. He’s always seemed so fascinated by her and she doesn’t know why.  

“Um…Rafe.”  

He lets out a hum of approval. “That’s good. You ready to leave?” 

“Y— yes, uh, Rafe.”  

“Good job. Not so difficult, is it?” he coos at her almost mockingly— fingertips grazing the skin of her cheek when he tucks a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear. 

She merely shakes her head— a warmth dusting over the apples of her cheeks when his touch lingers on the side of her face afterwards. And for a moment, she thinks she’s going to drown in the lagoons of his eyes, but then he clears his throat and offers the palm of his hand for her to take.  

And it’s rather unusual for someone of his status to do; a prince who’s bound to wear the crown one day holding his maid’s hand isn’t exactly something that’s written in any book regarding the royal etiquette. However, he’s never been one to allow for dreadful rules and traditions to dictate his behavior, especially not towards her.  

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“Are you looking forward to the winter ball?” she asks when they stop by the stables to check up on his horse, Jupiter.  

“You know I hate dancin’,” he mutters out as he watches its teeth grind on the carrot he brought with him.  

She smiles because she does know, before letting out a wistful sigh. “I wish I could attend.”

“You do? Why?” he’s perplexed by her enthusiasm towards something he considers as more tedious than anything— having to plaster on a smile for an entire night and socialize with people he doesn’t necessarily care for in order to humor his father never being something he’s particularly taken delight in.  

Especially when Sarah is going to be the one receiving all of their father’s attention anyway. Not that he cares (he does) but he would appreciate it, if for once in his life, his old man would show him even an ounce of the care he seems to so easily shower his sisters in.  

“Well, I’d love to wear a ball gown, but mostly for the food,” her feather-light voice brings him back to the moment.  

“I’ll make sure to bring you a plate ‘n you can eat it in my room then, yeah?” he promises as he runs his fingers through Jupiter’s black main.  

“You would do that?”  

“If you promise not to tell the other maids or they’re gonna accuse you of gettin’ special treatment,” his tone is playful. 

“They already do that,” she points out. “They think we spend too much time together.” 

“And what do you think?” he asks, genuinely curious. 

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy your company,” she answers truthfully. After all, she has grown quite fond of Rafe throughout the years. Sometimes she just wishes he wasn’t so overwhelming, in every sense of the word. 

“Yeah?” a smirk pulls at the side of his mouth, seemingly pleased with her answer. 

She’s certain he’s well aware of the effect he has on her— the effect he has on everyone. And she thinks that he enjoys it; relishes in toying with her for his own amusement simply because he can. He can practically do anything he wants since his father is oftentimes gone for long periods of time; fulfilling his duties for the kingdom and whatnot.  

And she knows Rafe doesn’t particularly mind the fact that his father is rarely home because he’s always been hard on him, much harder than on his sisters because whether he likes it or not, he’s set off to be the new king one day. And his reputation of having female guests over more often than not whenever his father is away doesn’t necessarily help with gaining his approval.

After all, rumor travels fast around the palace.  

Rafe once admitted to her that he often felt like a disappointment, and that the pressure of everyone’s expectations sometimes made him wish he was nothing more than a stableman. After all, he does get along with horses better than he ever has with his family— it’s not exactly a secret amongst the royal court.  

“Would you wanna go for a ride with me? Think Jupiter’s gettin’ bored,” he suddenly asks.  

“Oh, I would love to but I’ve never, um, ridden a horse before,” she timidly admits. 

“No? You wanna know how it feels? You could jus’ sit behind me, don’t need to do anythin’, yeah?” he coaxes her to say yes with a seemingly sincere smile; already walking Jupiter out of its stable and leaving her no choice but to follow them outside.   

“Really?” the frosty air causes a shiver to crawl up her spine when she eyes him, hesitant.  

“Mhm. Promise nothing’s gonna happen, I’ll take care of you. ‘N I know you’ll like it, s’very freeing,” he assures her as he’s already saddling up the horse, seemingly aware that she could never refuse him of anything.  

“Okay...if you insist,” she tentatively agrees with a nod that he rewards with a beaming grin; the icy snowflakes sticking to his hair making him look like something straight out of a fairy tale.  

Then, he’s lifting her up to straddle the entirely too big of an animal that sort of still scares her— strong hands gripping onto her hips and leaving her momentarily starstruck at how effortlessly he does it; as if she weighs nothing more than the carrot Jupiter was just chewing on.  

He follows soon after, settling down in front of her with ease before looking at her over his shoulder. “Need you to hold onto me unless you wanna fall,” he instructs, seemingly reveling in the fact that he gets to be the one teaching her something new.  

“Oh, yeah, of course,” she says, gingerly setting her hands on his waist, movements uncertain.  

“Gonna need you to hold on tighter, promise I won’t bite,” he huffs out a laugh before he’s grabbing her arms and wrapping them around his middle more firmly— forcing her to fully lean against his back when the sudden clip-clopping of Jupiter’s hooves against the snow-covered cobblestone causes her to let out a surprised shriek.   

“Good?” he asks, seemingly amused at the way she’s practically clutching onto him as the cottony snow prances around them. 

She manages out a hum, wondering if he can hear her poor heart loudly thumping in her ribcage when he decides to pick up the speed some more, as if she wasn’t already terrified.  

“Rafe! Can you slow down?” she squeaks out when Jupiter seems to only accelerate further underneath them.  

“Where’s the fun in that?” he lets out a hearty chuckle in response, apparently finding amusement in her utterly frightened state while she wonders why she let herself think for even one second that he had pure intentions.  

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“Y/N? Will you go look for my son? I fear he’s once again escaped his responsibilities to God knows where,” the king requests with an exasperated sigh while she’s crouching down and helping a servant clean up the sharp pieces of a shattered wine glass— the sound of laughter and dancing flourishing around them. 

And she could swear she saw Rafe conversing with a guest only a few short moments ago. However, as she looks around in an attempt to locate the missing prince, he’s nowhere to be found.  

“Right away, Your Majesty,” she’s quick to answer with a polite smile.  

“Thank you,” he nods gratefully, seemingly fed up with his son already.  

She ensures that the poor girl who accidentally cut her finger on the broken shards is not going to faint before tiptoeing up the broad flight of stairs in order to reach the higher levels of the palace— the loud music and blooming celebrations echoing around the halls. 

“Your Highness? Are you in there?” she knocks softly on the mahogany door leading to his bedroom.  

However, she isn’t granted a response. 

“Rafe?” she tries once more before pressing her ear against the wood separating her from the muffled sounds she can now hear from the other side— brows furrowing when something akin to a whimper reaches her ears.

It sounds nothing like Rafe; it has a higher pitch, something more feminine than his usual drawl. And as she stands there, contemplating whether something is wrong or if she should just leave, the volume only amplifies.

And in a moment of cloudy judgement, she finds herself pushing down on the handle.

However, she curses her curiosity the moment the door cracks open and she’s faced with the view of some woman’s naked back. Her long, beautiful hair reminds her of lady Lydia (a daughter of one of the dukes invited to the ball) with none other than the prince himself underneath her sweaty form.  

The sheets that she changed this morning are crumpled and creased around them and without the barrier of the door, she can now hear Rafe’s low grunts as well— can see how his big hands guide her movements. And they’re both panting heavily, seemingly lost in some haze— maybe the same one that forces her to stay rooted to her spot in the doorway.  

With her eyes as wide as saucers and mouth parted, she’s not entirely sure how long she stands there for. Until out of the blue, she notices Rafe’s eyes flickering over to her— a smirk tugging at his mouth when he catches her staring. 

She tries to move her legs but they won’t listen; making his lazy grin only grow in tandem with his strained groans that seem to only increase in volume as he locks his eyes with her.  

And she can’t breathe; the air clogging her lungs instead of flowing through as her dazed mind tries to get her to do something, anything to get her to leave the room but his heady gaze seems to have hypnotized her— compelled her to stay right where she is.  

All at once, a gravelly noise rumbles from his chest— his head dropping against the cushion of his fluffy pillows, seemingly reaching some sort of a peak in his search for pleasure as the woman above him begins to slow down her movements. And that’s when she’s finally able to step away; shutting the door behind her before scurrying down the stairs with bated breaths and heart pounding in her ears.

When she reaches the bottom, she accidentally stumbles into someone holding a golden serving tray— causing it to topple over to the floor with a loud clatter. 

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes before her wobbly legs are scrambling off in an attempt to locate the nearest escape route to the garden.  

And once she’s managed to make it outdoors, she feels like she can finally breathe— the crisp December wind granting her heated skin an opportunity to cool down as she sits down on one of the wooden benches with a sigh.

[monicascot]

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[thehauntedetheral]

Omg i love your yandere baker so much, he's so cute 😭🫶. We need more of him pls? 😔🙏. How about when y/n start gaining on weight cause y/n keep eating his cake and then she stop going to his bakery for a while and also avoid him a lot cause meeting him means stuffing your face with his cake (dude def love seeing y/n eating his food) and that led to him going crazy 💀

Part 1 : https://www.tumblr.com/thehauntedetheral/757598004742176768/can-we-get-a-yandere-baker-x-reader-pls-thank?source=share

Omg i love your yandere baker so much, he's so cute 😭🫶. We need more of him pls? 😔🙏. How about when y/n start gaining on weight cause y/n keep eating his cake and then she stop going to his bakery for a while and also avoid him a lot cause meeting him means stuffing your face with his cake (dude def love seeing y/n eating his food) and that led to him going crazy 💀

Yandere Baker Pt. 2

Requests are open !

• "Nooooo!!!!" This was your first reaction when you measured your current weight on the machine.

• You have gained quite a lot weight you thought looking at the number on the machine.

• Today at office a coworker said to you that you were looking quite chubby this days and that led you to this checking out your weight.

• You looked at the mirror and thought to yourself that now you have to go on diet as you cheeks looked a bit chubby and your weight increased.

• You didn't want to go on a diet because that would mean not going to your favourite bakery, seeing the cute baker and eating his delicious treats.

• The mouthwatering pastries and cakes are now replaced by veggies, fruits and nutritional food.

• It has been a huge record that you have not gone to the bakery since 5 days.

• Your absence made yan worried about you and sad.

• "Are my baking skills not good now?" He thought while waiting for you but you didn't came.

• He would look at you through bakery glass wall jogging in morning. He would come out and call out for you "Y/n I just baked your favourite pastry, come inside and let's have a taste." While holding the tray with mouthwatering pastries at you.

The aroma, the beautiful texture tempted you but you would just start running away yelling "Next time yan right now busy exercising".

• This made him incredible sad thinking "what will I do now if my y/n isn't eating my pastries and cakes?"

• Will definitely cry for hours in his bakery sitting alone in a corner.

• Going crazy thinking "are my baking skills not enough now? Does she not like me anymore now? I baked her favourite and yet she refused, this is not my y/n."

• Enough is enough he goes to your home one day ringing the bell like a maniac with a box filled with your favourites. Wanting to know why his favourite customer isn't coming anymore????!!!!!

•You opened the door and invited him inside explaining the whole weight gain thing.

• He is just shocked looking at you with unbelievable expression. You and getting fat? IMPOSSIBLE.

• According to him you are absolutely perfect and not at all chubby, fat, skinny or anything.

• Thinks of beating that co worker who made you think you are gaining weight. Even though he is not a violence person.

• According to him you are not gaining weight you are just becoming more healthy with his love which he is pouring on you through his baked goods.

• He tries to convince you that you are not gaining weight and you need to come to bakery as usual.

• But when you don't agree he comes with a plan.

• This man starts a new section in his bakery with title "SUGAR FREE BAKED GOODS" which has no sugar and is made from only healthy stuffs only. Like sugar free bananas muffins, oatmeal cookies which health influencer shows on their channel even though it is totally against his baking ethics. But this man would do anything for you. For you to eat his food. After all this man's love language is feeding you his handmade food.

• His bakery now has oatmeal cookies, apple donuts which is nothing but fruits cutted and some healthy toppings on it. Making all this in his bakery even though he hates it as he loves making stuff filled with cream, toppings, chocolate etc.

• But he will do anything to have you back at bakery and eat.

• His sale increased as he was selling both cream fillied delicious pastries and healthy sugar free things made from apples and berries and oatmeal etc.

• His bakery was all over the internet viral through health influencer videos you followed which made you go to the bakery too.

• You ate the healthy stuff and even complimented him on this new business ideas of his (only if you knew that he started all this for you)

• He was happy that you would come sometimes at bakery for the healthy stuff now.

• But he was not elated as you were not coming everyday and eating those baked stuff which made you happy.

• He would come with you on morning joggings to be near you.

• After a month with your exercise and dieting you loss a good amount of weight. Which made you happy.

• Upon your success in weight lossing he gave you a small cupcake of your favourite icing.

"Come on y/n I made it for your celebration on losing weight. I wanted to make a cake but I know you won't eat it so I made a little cupcake. And come on all the health influencers says you should reward yourself with a little treat after work. And a little cupcake won't hurt." He said manipulating you with his puppy eyes and pretty words.

And the cupcake he made for you looks so tempting that you ate it thinking a little cupcake won't hurt. You ate it and felt like you were in heaven again eating it after a month. You missed all this so bad!!!

• Well you have fallen again now in his sweet baked trap coming everyday eating crossiant, pastry, cake while yan tells you " a little won't hurt y/n you have already loss weight and you also eat the nutritious food I made it's all balance" he says while feeding you his delicious treats being happy that you are back to eating his baked goods.

• Seems like you are never gonna be able to escape his pastries and the good looking baker who makes it.

For more yandere reading :

[targaryenluvs]

OMG HUNGER GAMES!!!

Can i ask for a finnick odair with a winner female reader who she avoids but he is obsessed with and wants to marry in front of the whole capitol

Some dark-ish fluff

WANT AND DESIRE!

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: obession, stalking, nc kissing, forced engagement???

summary: you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but it seems your fate had been signed as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him no matter how hard you tried.

a/n: i actual hate writing dark stuff cuz i never know if it’s decent, I DO FLUFF GUYS WE CAN TAKE THAT ROUTE 😭 NOT PROOF READ

you wondered what you were going to get.

all the pastries infront of you were mouthwatering and the aroma had your stomach growling.

“i’d recommend the dark chocolate cakes, they practically melt in your mouth. but maybe something as sweet as you wants a change?” and there it was, the voice and person you’d hoped to avoid. at such a large capitol party your hopes were high but it seemed as if the man had a radar, with your name on it.

“finnick, how are you?” you feigned interest as you turned his way.

“better, now that i’ve seen you.” he beamed at you, undeniably happy. it’s not as if you weren’t interesting at all, or ugly, but you truly had no idea why he was so infatuated with you. you’d never given him any signs, or at least you didn’t think you had, you’d hardly ever talked to him. even if everybody loved him, you could tell something, was off.

“how sweet of you. there are so many people here, best if i try my best to meet as many as possible, have a nice night finnick.” you dismissed him as you placed the cake down, yes it was petty but the fact that he’d suggested eating it deterred you even more-so than it’s insanely sickening contents. “i’ll come with you, the people would love it. the capitols diamond and darling. there’s not a single pair of victors as great of a duo as us sweetheart.”

and as he linked your arms together, you were off. you thought it’d be better to just go with him, stand and smile as he talked. it would give you a slight break at least, but after so much time greeting people your face was threatening to fall apart. so after an hour or so you’d excused yourself to the bathrooms, unknowing of the blonde on your trail.

“are you okay y/n?” finnicks voice asked sweetly as you lowered the towel you were using to pat down your face. “what’re you doing in here? the party’s down stairs finnick.” what did he want? you are so fucking tired of this party and just wanted to leave, you’d been here for hours already, long enough to know that it’d be appropriate to do so. and you may or may not have wanted to put as many kilometres between yourself and finnick. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay, everyone’s asking for us.”

“you, they’re asking for you. i’ve been here for a while, everyone’s seen me. you haven’t, they want you. and if you’d mind letting me exit.” as you tried to move past your wrist was caught in his tight grip. “they want to see us both sweetheart, trust me, we’re much better together. can’t you see? all of the capitol loves us together, even the districts.”

“i don’t care, if i’m going to marry someone it’ll be someone i actually like.” the door slammed shut as you walked away from him. finnick laughed, if there was thing he loved about you, it was your short temper. he walked after you, his hand clutching the velvet box in his pant pocket, he was going to propose one day, why not now?

as you made your way through the place, fake smiles aimed at everyone, finnick caught up to you. “y/n, please.” you turned around, “what? what is it?” you shouted as the party’s attention zeroed in on the two of you. you could her muttering of the people and shuttering of cameras.

this bitch.

he was down on one knee, a huge diamond ring rested in the middle of a box. his eyes glistened, teary eyed. was this dickhead really crying? as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. “finnick-” you warned as you raised your hand, only for him to grab it and pull himself up. people were cheering and clapping as he wrapped his arms around you.

“i have loved you, since the moment i saw you. everything about you is my favourite thing, your smile, your laugh, your eyes- your gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. there’s no part of me that could go on without you. i love you so much sweetheart, so please put me out of my misery and marry me, you’re the only person i could ever imagine myself with.”

say yes!

what a lucky girl!

i knew they’d get together.

the crowd around you egged you on to accept. how could you not? finnick odair, tribute, youngest victor, terribly handsome and the capitols darling. a catch in everyone’s eyes but they couldn’t be further from the truth. a man who’d purposefully proposed infront of the capitol, knowing you could never say no. god knows what snow would do to you, let alone the capitol for breaking their favourites heart. you weren’t worried for yourself too much, you’d been a hollow shell ever since your games, but your family? your parents and siblings didn’t deserve to be killed.

“i know you’re in shock sweetheart, but i’ll take that as a yes.” finnick kissed your forehead and then slid the ring onto your finger.

the crowd is deafening and the flashes blinding.

and as he kissed you again, you couldn’t help yourself from crying. as everyone viewed it as tears of joy for being in love but you knew the truth about finnicks love for you. there was none.

just want and desire.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Lemon cake ✧

Plot: You’re his cute little wife, happily waiting for him to come home.

The rumbling roar of his motorcycle growling up the driveway had your face instantly lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Toji was finally home after being gone for that extended undercover op - the first real solo mission he'd taken since you both decided to get married six months ago.

You barely had a chance to set down the mixing bowl cradled against your apron-covered belly before the front door was banging open to admit your husband's hulking, sweat-slick frame stomping across the threshold in a cloud of gunpowder and grime.

"Toji!" Came your gleeful squeal of delight as you scrambled towards those outstretched arms opening to envelop your petite figure against his heaving chest at last.

Nothing could've prepared you for just how fiercely those steel bands would clutch you close once they encircled your waist, though.

As if he'd been withering away without your warmth to cling to while facing down whatever fresh hells the past weeks had dragged him through beyond those city limits.

"Missed you so damn much, baby..." came the deep, guttural rasp muffled into the crown of your soft tresses while his battle-roughened palms roamed up and down your arched spine in long, soothing sweeps.

Like a man dying of thirst finally gulping down the most deliriously refreshing oasis.

Even the woodsy cologne teasing your senses beneath all those lingering metallic and cordite odors couldn't disguise just how eager he was to soak up your delicate floral fragrance again.

Taking heady lungfuls directly from the sensitive curve where your shoulder met your throat as he swayed you both lightly while cradling you so reverently against that granite-sculpted torso.

"I can tell..." you giggled out through beaming cheeks squished against that solid wall of muscle.

Making a show of pinching your nose shut and leaning back with a dramatized look of disgust to take in his weathered, disheveled appearance head-to-toe.

"You’re stinking, mister! What was this mission you went on - crawling through a septic tank?"

That deep timbre rumbled out past his smirking lips while one large palm cupped the back of your tousled crown to guide you forward again for a lingering brush against your forehead.

Tender as a whisper of gratitude for welcoming him back to your shared sanctuary after facing the ugliness of the world beyond too long...too lonely without your healing glow to guide him home once more.

"Let me rinse off this filth then we can snuggle back up on the couch and I'll tell you all about it, doll..."

Punctuating the promise with a gratuitous squeeze over your trim waist to savor that tiny, soft frame of yours safe in his crushing embrace once more.

"...Right after I take a sniff of whatever mouthwatering treat you got baking back there."

Squirming out of his covetous clutches with a dismissive roll of your eyes, you swatted his bicep before padding back over to the industrial oven's open portal just as the rich citrus zest began wafting forth on a fresh wave of heat pouring into the kitchen.

"Lemon cake - your favorite."

You sent him a cheeky smirk over one bare shoulder as the first molten golden peaks came spilling out.

"Figured you'd be too strung-out from your solo run to want a full spread waiting. So I made sure to have dessert ready for when you finally dragged that ass of yours back here again."

The grin bisecting those ruggedly chiseled features was positively rapacious now. Gray irises already devouring every succulent curve of your flushed, glistening silhouette framed within the oven's honeyed glow while he shed his combat boots to recline back onto the plush leather sofa.

"Less yappin', more strippin', Pipsqueak...then bring that sweet peach right over so we can kill two birds with one load of cream filling together."

With a derisive albeit thoroughly entertained scoff tossed over your shoulder, you bit back the indulgent smile tugging at your mouth before reaching up to unfasten your apron strings one-handed.

Just like that, that infuriatingly cocky beast was back on the prowl - chasing your suddenly racing pulse with each molten syllable leaking out past those sensuous lips already glistening with promise.

As if he'd only been lying in wait to pounce on that tantalizing opportunity to make up for all your nights spent far too cold and lonely without him crowding his overwhelming presence back where it belonged.

Maybe there wouldn't be any 'snuggling' for the next few hours after all...just another brand of delicious perspiration dripping between your tangled bodies throughout this indulgent reunion instead.

But what you agreed on, is that you weren’t approaching this man until he took a very long shower.

[thebadboyfanclub]

We Don’t Have Time (Toto x Reader)

So as promised I told you I was suddenly inspired to write a Toto Wolff imagine, btw I do not condone the whole mistress thing but let’s be honest, it is a hot topic to write about. Also I was heavily inspired by this song and I hope you guys enjoy it!

To work with someone like (y/n) was a gift sent from above, a dedicated young woman who loved to be organised and held herself in such light, always composed, a good listener, and great at executing orders. In the early days, when she was hired in the Mercedes and racing team everyone doubted that a woman in her mid-20s would have the stamina and the guts to keep up with the big dogs.

She walked into the room with her heels and her smart casual outfit, her long hair loose but pulled away from her face, her piercing eyes scattering the room with a big smile on her lips, she won each one of her colleagues with her grant heart and her true spirit, whether she was making a tea for Lewis who had a bit of a cold

“My mother always told me, a little bit of lemon, a little Sprinkle of ginger and a spoonful of honey would even make the birds sing”

Or was pushing ideas to the team with a PowerPoint presentation, such confidence that was evident she had worked on this for days, everyone would call her name with a smile.

Toto was known for being close to everyone, he was there to lead every single one of the employees, he had put a lot of effort into keeping under wraps the soft spot he had developed for her, not only as an employee but as a…. Woman.

Her voice, her back curving as she leaned over the desk, how she winked at him when she made a joke, the sound of her heels clicking across the floor, oh, and that walk, his heart pounding as she showed up with those white button-ups.

He hated himself, Toto wanted to skin himself alive for even thinking this way, a man of integrity was having dreams of another woman whilst he slept next to his wife.

Susie was his rock, the woman he chose to marry, the perfect fit, the mother of his child, he had planned to marry a woman like her ever since he became an adult, now he had to go to the bathroom and splash water on his face because (y/n) leaned over him and he got a whiff of her perfume.

“Toto, I thought you wouldn’t show”

“No, I just got stuck in traffic”

A complete lie. Toto was just circling around over and over, battling himself as to whether it was right to come or not, it was George’s birthday, and had asked all of the team to come to his party, meaning that (y/n) was going to be there, it was already torture seeing her in her business attire, now she would definitely doll up.

“Happy birthday George”

“Thank you ma- (Y/N)!”

There it was, that excitement everyone used when they saw her, Toto clenched his jaw and took a sharp inhale through the nose as she appeared, the emerald-colored dress complimented her so much with her blown out hair falling perfectly, and her skin glistened under the dim lighting, she looked like an old Hollywood star.

“Happy birthday Georgie”

(y/n) wished after she hugged him tightly, Toto only glared at them as he took another sip of his drink.

How could she possibly be so perfect? She looked as tasty as a Turkish delight and Toto wanted to be the first one to take a bite.

Even though the room was crowded as she walked closer to them Toto could smell her perfume, she smelled like a vanilla cake, (y/n) was mouthwatering, he could recall how she explained to a coworker once how she likes to combine vanilla scents and in detail explained her shower and body care routine, at the time though all Toto was thinking was how she looked in a steamy shower.

“Thank you, love”

“Oh mister Wolff”

“Ah no, we are not at work anymore, he is Toto now”

Lewis appeared out of nowhere and interrupted her, well to be fair he could have been standing there this whole time and Toto wouldn’t have noticed, all he could focus on was how perilously low the neckline of her attire was, Toto only nodded before he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Old habits die hard I suppose”

She said with that smile, he wanted to slap himself, his mind was screaming to just leave but how could he? Especially after he saw Lewis snake his arm around her shoulders, making her blush.

“Are they together?”

Jealousy started to creep in his veins like poison, his eyes narrowing and getting lost in his thoughts, Lewis wouldn’t go for someone like her, no he definitely would, look at her! Beautiful, caring, alluring, intelligent, he would be dumb to not make a move.

“Right, Toto?”

“Huh? Sorry, I am not feeling good”

“What happened?”

Concern was dripping from her voice as (y/n) 's eyes were wide and shiny, resembling a deer, worry written all over her face. Oh she is making it so… DIFFICULT, he could not risk everything, he is not in high school and this is not a movie, he must power through this.

The trio stood there waiting for a response as Toto shook his head lightly and then brought his free hand to rub circles on his temples.

(Y/n) stood still as Lewis rubbed circles on her naked shoulder with his middle finger, she had to admit that Lewis was an attractive man and to have his kind of show some liking was a compliment on its own.

He was everything that (y/n) wanted on paper, attractive, smart, and most importantly… single, nothing was stopping her for allowing Lewis to pursue her, except the fact that she wasn’t completely interested in him.

“Nothing important, just a headache”

“You’ve gotten old man, the night is young”

“You are not that young yourself either, Lewis”

That came out more aggressive than Toto intended it to be, Lewis was taken aback while (y/n) raised an eyebrow. She had never seen Toto get snappy with the guys, of course, he had lost his temper during the race but this was uncalled for and completely out of character.

After that comment time stood still for a split second, all three of them had a different reaction, Toto just mentally prepared himself for the worst, he knew he was out of bounds but there was no way he was backing down.

“Woah man”

“Maybe you should go home” (y/n) snapped at him

“Why? Is my presence interrupting you from doing something?”

Toto shot back, his eyes narrowing, it looked like he was scolding her.

(y/n) was offended, she had taken a liking to him, she had been nothing but respectful towards Toto, she was genuinely excited to be invited to such an important day and party, she was having such a wonderful time until now until Toto made her realize that Lewis Hamilton was holding her close and how others could see it and probably gossip about it.

Though why would he care? Why would Toto Wolff the man who advised her to not listen to the background noise when she came in the team was now insinuating that he was part of that crowd?

“You know what? I’m glad I don’t have to call you Mister Wolff, cause Mister Wolff I know would not act like a complete dickhead in front of us”

“And the (y/n) I know would not-“

“What? Would not what?”

“Ah forget it”

Toto chugged his whiskey and then left the glass at a counter close to him.

Toto walked away with no fucking clue where he was going, he just pushed and shoved through the crowd and opened the first door he could find, he ended up in some kind of office and plopped himself on the leather chair, propping his arms as he hugged his head, his forehead touching the wooden desk in utter defeat.

How fucking dare she? (Y/n) must know exactly what she is doing, she can’t be that fucking oblivious, no she is an evil spider trying to lure him in, there’s no other explanation as to why he is acting insane.

“Fuck is your problem?”

He lightly jumped at the sudden voice, at a snap he raised his head and was met with an upset (y/n) that was glaring at him. Totolet out a dry chuckle, of course (y/n) would follow him, she could never let things go, stubbornness was part of her charm.

“Get out”

“No, you owe me an explanation”

“Since when do I owe you anything? You work for me”

“And that means you can talk to me like I’m beneath you? Last time I checked I’m not your slave, I’m an employee”

“No, you are a fucking pain that’s what you are”

“Why? If you didn’t want me here you could have just walked away”

Toto got up from his seat and (y/n) took a step back instinctively, she was sure he wasn’t going to hurt her but Toto seemed to be… flushed, her eyes fixated on him and now that she was wearing heels (y/n) was closer to his height but still shorter, towering over her his presence filled the room.

Toto however took a moment to notice other things, (y/n) 's chest rose and sunk from the rapid breathing because of anger, her lips pushed to a thin line and her arms crossed over her torso.

“That’s what you wanted? To leave the space for Lewis to take you home?”

“Take me home? Are you listening to yourself? And even if I left with him it is none of your business”

“Oh it is”

“Why?”

“Cause I wanted you first”

Suddenly the air was sucked out of the room, (y/n)s eyes widened as her arms fell to her side. The moment Toto realized what he had just confessed what he said he felt like his armor was stripped away from him, leaving him bare and unable to contain himself from the diving head first to the ocean that was his lust for her.

(Y/n) stood there as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, she felt like her body went numb after he uttered those words, a part of her wanted to run to him, hug him, touch him, let him do all the things that she was so embarrassed to even speak about, however she was just remained frozen, looking at him with a blank expression.

“I cannot stop thinking of you, day in and out, morning and night, you have haunted me, your body, your voice, your eyes… I have become a man that I made fun of, you are my Achilles heel, and while I fought with myself you think I’ll let Lewis claim you?”

“Toto”

“I am a man of honor, a professional, no one has anything to say about me, and one day you just show up, you walk around and ask me questions, talking and laughing like you are not making my life miserable because if I touch you I will through everything down the drain just for a kiss, all I can visualize is how I want to strip you down, I am pathetic because of you”

His voice was low, barely above a whisper, he had cornered her as her back was pressed against the door, they were gawking at each other, (y/n) but her lip as Toto growled all those things in her ear, his hands went up and as one supported him on the door the other found her cheek, his thumb slipping from the hot flesh down to her swollen bottom lip.

“You think it is not hard for me? That I haven’t… thought of it?”

(Y/n) mumbled, Toto was caught off guard at her response, all this time he thought he was alone in this, he had volunteered to put himself in the act of the wolf while he saw her a sheep, now (y/n) with one phrase shed the sheep skin and revealed her teeth, two carnivores waiting for the time to sink their teeth.

“You have?”

“Of course, I have, every day that I walked into your office alone, the times you have touched my shoulder to congratulate me, the times that you have lost your temper, the times I’ve seen you kiss-“

(Y/n) stopped herself when she felt a lump get stuck in her throat, everything that he did was an aphrodisiac for (y/n), though when Susie came around him (y/n) was like a tiger in a cage, making circles without being able to hunt. She swallowed dryly when she felt Toto's hands squeeze her shoulders pulling her back from her train of thoughts.

“Do you want me?do you want this as much as I…. I need it”

“Toto we cannot”

“We should not”

“I want you”

“Shit”

The second (y/n) confessed was the time Toto forgot everything, all that mattered now was her. Totos kiss was one of depravity and hunger, it was like he was trying to swallow her whole, his hands gripping and roaming everywhere as she hooked her one leg over his waist to bring him closer, she was already moaning as months of restrain was released in seconds, his touch left her with goosebumps.

He had imagined this moment again and again, about how he wanted to be graceful and gentle with her and now he acted like an animal, lifting her and sitting back in the chair, her hair tickling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck so she can be as close as humanly possible. It was similar to her skin being itchy and the only source of relief was him, Toto pulled down her dress exposing her breasts as he kissed her all over thanking whoever suggested that she should were something with such a deep leg slit.

“We don’t have time”

“I don’t care, I want to enjoy this”

He said as his hand gripped her neck, how breathtaking she was with lipstick smeared and hair sticking on her face, the lights coming from outside were all it needed, he wanted to desperately take a picture of her but he resorted to keeping this to his memory.

(Y/n) felt like this was an out-of-body experience, a man that she had admired, the man that had frustrated her so badly that she had lost nights of sleep, laying in her bed at odd hours of the night because of her bringing back how his muscles popped through his white button up on that day, his thick accent, the way he smiled at her and told her she did a good job.

Everything made (y/n) feel so shameful, she had taken pride in always doing the right thing, and she had never been the other woman, but now she was acting like a whore for a man she worked for, her body yelling and begging for more as he took off his shirt, she ran her hand caressing his torso down to his pants, her big eyes right at him as she tugged on his belt.

“I need you”

She mumbled before she kissed down his neck, both of them had lost themselves in this, they had bitten the same forbidden apple but the nectar of it was so sweet that they did not care about choking on its bite, maybe they would never get that chance again, maybe they wouldn’t even want it after this.

Sobering up could mean that they would both go back to their normality and since they have ticked that box they wouldn’t even need another time, or of course that they get addicted to the high, the ecstasy that pumped through them and consume them, blinding them as they reached for one another savoring every breath, every sound, every look, so now it was their moment to climb that mountain without worrying how they will get down.

“Look at you, so perfect”

Toto admired her as he laid her on the desk, her hair pooling next to her as she smiled sheepishly at the compliment, her tongue licked her upper lip and Toto took her right then and there, (y/n) made sounds that could make the devil blush.

Toto and (y/n) worked like they knew precisely what the other needed, a dance between two people who were slipping away from reality and onto a world full of sensuality and raw emotion, (y/n) saw stars clouding her vision from the pressure and Toto held her as tight as he could, worrying that his alarm could wake him any moment from what was another dream.

“Hush my dear, they could hear us”

He teased her but truly he did not hear, a side of him hoped that someone was listening in, someone would understand how no one could do what he did, and someone would be jealous of that beauty he had in front of him.

(Y/n) had left behind any type of moral she had, as she felt his hands caress her skin, his lips like satin, worshipping and going over her neck, cleavage, and face, his taste was perfect a mix of whiskey and mint, the grunt and cuss words that slipped as he bit her earlobe guided her to the end, as she erupted under him she clenched onto him like she was being held over a cliff, he breath hitched on her throat and she bit down his shoulder to prevent her from screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Oh my dear, you are so good”

“I feel dizzy”

“Me too”

He confessed as they stood still, neither of them wanted to move away. Suddenly (y/n) started chuckling to full-on laughing, Toto at first did not understand but later joined her in the laughing fit.

It was madness, in (y/n) did in her eyes and spirit was an abomination, a disgrace yet there she lay, hugging a man that could never be hers and giving in to her animalistic needs.

“You are better than I thought, I didn’t even know that was possible”

“Same goes for you young lady”

“I always loved it when you called me that”

She purred in his ear before Toto kissed her again, his hand went to her thigh and with his index finger caressed it all the way down to her ankle as they kept locking lips.

(Y/n) slightly shook at the sensation, making Toto wrap his fingers around her ankle and then back up from the back of the thigh to her bum.

(y/n) was in utter bliss as she took in his state, he was sweaty and out of breath, his body in contact with hers, and as her hands traveled up and down his back, her nails making traces as she could feel his muscles tensing, how could she give this up? How could she go back to normal when she knows how he feels when they become one? Instinctively at that thought her hips moved making him groan.

“No no no, we can’t risk taking any more time”

“Coward”

(Y/n) mocked him, Toto huffed out a breath as he listened to her giggle he comfortably laid his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. As they both struggled to find their breaths (y/n) wondered if people had started looking for them, though since it was already quite late maybe people were too drunk to notice.

“You will get me in so much trouble”

“Come on, after this we have to go back to me having to call you Mister Wolff”

“Which is the highlight of my day, I want to hear you scream it actually”

“That can be arranged”

Requests are open!

[laylaplease]

The sweet torture of getting your nipples sucked.

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, breast play, nipple play, dry humping, slight pain kink, praise, pet names (angel, sweet/good/perfect girl, love), piv, riding, brief crying. MDNI

"So soft. So beautiful everywhere…” Anakin’s hands travel up your waist, tugging you closer so your legs wrap more comfortably around his hips. Seated on his lap with your top bare, you allowed him to enjoy your body to his heart’s content.

His eyes admired the way your skin molds to the shape of his fingers, bending and curving to his touch, firm but gentle, as if you were made of porcelain. He wasn’t just sexual about touching you like this; to Anakin, seeing you in your vulnerability was just as emotionally rewarding as it was arousing. He had yet to acknowledge the bulge forming in his pants.

“My angel.” He praises you again, swallowing slowly to ease the mouthwatering.

He strokes up and down your sides, cupping your underbreasts and caressing the valley in between them. He was savoring the best for the least, the cherry on top, the cream of the cake, he would lick it clean when his hands were satisfied. For now, he just needed to touch you.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He glances deeply into your eyes, fingertips slowly rubbing the sides of your plush.

“Feels very good, Ani.” You reach out to caress his clothed arms, encouraging to touch you further. “It’s all for you.”

“That’s right.” His stare comes back down to your chest. “It’s all mine, sweet girl. Your whole body belongs to me. Your perfect body.”

He flicks his thumb over your hardening nipple to emphasize his words, earning a subtle squirm from you.

“There we go, that’s lovely too, mmm?” He coos in a more seductive voice, enjoying the way your core brushes against his with each little tremble you make. He leans to gently peck your cheek. “I know that pretty pussy is fluttering right now. Tell me it is.”

“It is…” You nod shyly, lowering your eyes to avoid his lustful gaze.

“C’mere,” He glides his hands around your hips, sneaking them under the waistband of your skirt to cup your upper glutes. “Don’t be shy now; rub it against me.” He guides you back and forth, slow motion making your covered clit brush against him.

You control that steady rhythm, fighting the urge to hump against him faster.

“That’s a good girl, keep going, slowly.” He kisses your pulse point, feeling your hastening heartbeat.

When he’s sure you’re doing well enough on your own, his hands come back to your front, groping your breasts with more determination now. Slowly rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, he watches you carefully to make sure you’re staying in line and not wriggling too much for his liking.

Anakin seems to be stuck in a trance, his hands busy kneading your soft tits, squeezing them with a little bit more force each time before easing it up again. You manage to pull out a silent moan out of him, not being entirely sure if it was because of your humping or because he just enjoyed toying with your breasts that much.

You knew he was rock hard under you; it was practically impossible not to feel it, especially when your panties were drenched. Seeing him be focused entirely on your chest, you decide to speed up the movement a bit.

"Slowly." He pinches your nipples, tugging on the tender skin slightly to make sure you listen. "Be good. This is not for you, it’s for me. Be grateful you get to sit on my cock at all.” He reminds you before resuming massaging your flesh.

He was right; it was for him. It would rarely ever lead to anything else than getting your nipples absolutely ravaged numb and your delicate tissue covered in bitemarks. He loved doing that. He loved your softness, the welcoming warmth that, in his opinion, fit perfectly in his palms.

“There we go. My sweet, soft angel.” He praises you again; your little disobedience already forgotten. How could he be mad when you feel so good in his hands?

“A-Ani…” A tiny whimper escapes your lips, friction becoming just a tiny bit too much, sending a little aching waves.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” He gently cups the bottom of your painful breast, raising it slightly.

Starting from your collarbone, he trails a line of soft kisses, sucking onto a few spots around your areola before laying a tender kiss on your nipple. Seeing your trembling cease, he licks all the way across it.

“Delicious.” He groans, his other hand teases your still-dry nipple, making sure to match the affection to the one that’s got the attention of his lips.

Your grinding gets irregular when his lips wrap around the very point of your breast, swirling his tongue around, covering you with his spit. When your skin becomes slippery enough, he sucks it in, slurping and digging his tongue right in the center, making you squirm just right on his dick.

Releasing your glazed peak, he quickly attaches his mouth to the other side, allowing the first to rest in his palm. He sucked on it vigorously, letting out an occasional gasp for air before latching onto you again. His hands are oblivious to your amplifying whimpers, he grabs onto your tits harder, pinching and twisting without remorse for your sore erogenous zones.

Anakin’s eyes were almost closed as he slurped around your sensitive spots, drool dripping down his chin and across your body. He was mesmerized by the taste of your skin, by the feeling and smell of it; if you were a dish, he would devour you completely. You were, however, too precious to be eaten, so he would satisfy his urges by biting into your supple flesh, barely stopping himself from breaking it.

“You’re crying,” He stops himself, parting his lips from your skin. “My love, why are you crying?” Voice laced with worry, he strokes your soaked tits, easing your sensitivity.

“I c-can’t—” You wipe the tears that you didn’t even notice yourself. “Feels too good…”

“Sweet girl…” He coos, cupping your cheek gently. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Pussy too wet?”

You move your head a yes, looking into his eyes with the mercy-asking stare that always makes his heart flutter.

Anakin reaches down to free himself from his pants, pulling out his painfully throbbing length, tip red from the friction, and oozing precum, asking to be licked clean. But that’s not what he’d request; he was going to use it to end your suffering.

“Hips up, love.” He pats your butt, making you obey in an instant. “There we go.”

He lines himself at your entrance, pulling your panties aside. You don’t need to be told to lower yourself down; you need to have him inside too desperately to not instantly sink all the way to the brim. Anakin chuckles at your eagerness, but the laugh is quickly cut off by a soft moan escaping his lips from the pleasure of your spongy walls wrapping around entirely.

“My perfect girl.” He adjusts his hips so you can sit there comfortably, ridding him to your own wishes while he's back to tormenting your tits. “Now you can take more, yeah? Just ride the pain away, be good, and let me enjoy your sweet body.’’

Licking his lips, Anakin starts sucking on your nipple again, tugging it with his teeth until it snaps back to you, pressing his tongue flat across your breast and spreading more saliva. The sensation of his lips on your fragile buds and girthy cock pulsing deeply inside your pussy was too pleasant not to begin slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot instantly drowning out all the soreness. When the first loud moans of pleasure start leaving your lips, he’s greatly pleased.

“Just like that. Cum all over it, and I’ll suck your clit next.”

[gluttenousgoddess]

**The Mysterious Box of Cupcakes**

You’ve just come home after a long day, and to your surprise, there’s a large box waiting for you at your doorstep. The box is decorated with cheerful patterns and tied with a ribbon, making it look like a gift straight out of a fairy tale. Curious, you bring it inside and open it, revealing a note on top that reads, “Eat for me.”

Your skepticism is immediate. Who could have sent this? And why? But as you peel back the wrapping, a tantalizing aroma wafts up. Inside the box are the most mouthwatering cupcakes you’ve ever seen—frosted in vibrant colors, topped with sprinkles, and decorated with little edible charms that make them look almost too good to eat.

Despite your doubts, the allure of the cupcakes is irresistible. You tell yourself it’s just one little indulgence, and you pick up the first cupcake. As you take that initial bite, the rich, creamy frosting melts on your tongue, and the moist cake beneath it delivers a burst of sweetness. It’s so delicious that you barely register the slight sensation of fullness as you continue eating.

You take another cupcake, and then another. With each bite, you find yourself sinking deeper into the pleasure of indulgence. The delightful taste keeps you going, pushing aside any worries about overdoing it. As you gorge on cupcake after cupcake, you start to feel your clothes growing tighter. Your belly begins to swell, pressing out against your waistband with every bite.

Before long, you’re lost in a sugary haze, your hands coated in frosting as you reach for more. Your form expands with each cupcake you devour. Your once snug clothes now stretch and strain, unable to contain the growing mass of your belly. It’s expanding so rapidly, pushing out in all directions, that you can barely see your feet anymore. Your thighs grow thick and heavy, spilling over the sides of your chair as it groans under the increasing pressure.

As you finish the last cupcake, you look down to see just how much you’ve grown. Your belly is now enormous, jutting out so far that it practically fills your lap. You attempt to get up, but the weight of your swollen form makes it impossible. Your body feels too heavy and cumbersome to move. The chair, unable to support your immense size, gives way beneath you, sending you crashing to the floor.

You land with a soft thud, your fat spreading out around you. Your belly, now immense and round, spills out in every direction, creating a large, cushioned mound beneath you. The sight of your body, so expanded and heavy, is both embarrassing and thrilling. You’re immobile, unable to move, but the overwhelming sensation of fullness and the sweet taste of indulgence still linger.

As you lie there, you feel a strange mix of emotions—shame at how much you’ve eaten and how large you’ve become, but also a deep, satisfying thrill. The cupcakes may have been the catalyst, but your response to them was pure, indulgent joy.

You drift into a deep, comfortable slumber, lying sprawled on the floor. The plush weight of your belly creates a soft, warm cushion, and the sensation of fullness lulls you into peaceful rest. The room around you fades as you sink into the comfort of sleep, cocooned by the immense, gratifying pressure of your expanded form.

When you awaken, it’s with a start, but the weight of your body remains as heavy and enveloping as before. You shift, feeling the unfamiliar softness that now defines you. Slowly, you manage to get up and look at yourself in the mirror. The transformation is astounding. Your once-thin frame has given way to a substantial, rounded figure—now approximately 300 pounds. Your belly is large and soft, hanging heavily over your waistband, with thick rolls cascading around your midsection.

As you inspect your new body, a familiar sight catches your eye: another box of cupcakes has appeared on the dresser. The note attached reads, “Eat for me,” just like before. Your excitement surges at the thought of indulging once more. The promise of sweet pleasure and more growth is irresistible.

You eagerly carry the box into your bedroom, placing it on the bed. With anticipation, you open the box and are greeted by an even more tempting assortment of cupcakes—more flavors, more frosting, and more sprinkles. The sight of them makes your mouth water.

Sitting on the edge of your king-sized bed, you start devouring the cupcakes. Each bite is a burst of sugary delight, and you savor the taste even more deeply now. As you continue to gorge, you can feel your body swelling faster and more noticeably than before. The cupcakes are having a profound effect, and with each one you eat, your belly expands more, pushing out in every direction.

You keep eating, unable to stop yourself from indulging. Your once manageable belly grows larger and larger, stretching and expanding beyond what you thought possible. The feeling of your body expanding is exhilarating, and you push yourself to eat faster, driven by the pleasure of indulgence and the desire to see just how far you can go.

Soon, your immense form exceeds the size you reached before. Your rolls now spill over the sides of the bed, creating a soft, plush mound that seems to have taken over the entire mattress. As you shove the last cupcake into your mouth, you look around at your massive body, now so large that it spills off the edges of your king-sized bed.

The sight is both thrilling and awe-inspiring. Your entire form, once so slender, is now a testament to your indulgence and the sheer joy of giving in to your desires. The bed creaks under the weight of your expanded form, and you sink deeper into its soft embrace, feeling both the pride and satisfaction of your incredible growth.

As you sit surrounded by your mountainous body, the weight of your enormous form pressing heavily on the bed, you are enveloped in a euphoric trance. The cupcakes have pushed you to new heights of indulgence, and your belly, now a vast, soft expanse, is the centerpiece of your transformed self.

With a contented sigh, you begin to rub and play with your bulging belly. Your hands glide over the smooth, warm surface, feeling the soft rolls and the satisfying squish of your new size. Each gentle caress sends ripples through your flesh, creating waves that seem to move in time with your breath. The sensation is beyond delightful, a mix of comfort and pleasure that fills you with a profound sense of satisfaction.

You close your eyes, letting yourself sink deeper into the feeling of your body’s vastness. The soft, plush surface of your belly is a source of endless delight, and you revel in the way it feels beneath your touch. Your hands explore every curve and fold, and you can’t help but smile at the way your body has transformed.

In this moment, you feel a deep, almost spiritual connection to your new form. The sensation of your enormous belly, so full and heavy, is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The indulgence, the growth, the transformation—it all blends into a perfect, blissful state of being.

As you continue to rub and knead your flesh, you find yourself wishing that this moment could last forever. The idea of staying like this, wrapped in the warmth and pleasure of your expansive belly, fills you with a sense of peace and contentment. You imagine never having to leave this bed, never having to change, just existing in this perfect state of indulgence and satisfaction.

The thought of maintaining this new, voluptuous form forever is intoxicating. You feel as though you have reached the pinnacle of your desires, and the idea of remaining in this euphoric state is more appealing than anything else.

With each gentle touch and caress, you surrender more deeply to the sensation, letting it wash over you in waves of pure bliss. The bed, now barely able to contain your expansive body, becomes a cocoon of comfort and pleasure. You embrace your transformation completely, cherishing every moment of this new, indulgent reality.

[todorkihoe]

show me your teeth

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

content warnings: smut, biting/marking, unprotected sex

song: teeth by lady gaga

thinking about satoru who's got a thing for biting. he's got that wide, almost wolfish smile with a nice pair of pointed canines to top off his perfect pearly whites. you often find your gaze lingering on his mouth, just admiring and wondering.

satoru, for his part, is able to read you like a book and absolutely uses this skill to his advantage. the descent into madness is a slow one.

it starts on a regular weekend afternoon with the two of you in the kitchen, whipping up some sweet mixture and playfully flicking flour at each other. just enjoying each other’s company.

"here try this, 'toru," you hum, swiping up some of the chocolate cake batter on your finger and extending it toward him. he grasps your wrist and to your surprise, slides your whole finger into his mouth, tongue twisting and tasting. you gasp and try to remove your finger, but he keeps hold of your wrist and just barely digs his teeth into your skin.

when he finally releases you, satoru makes no effort to conceal the grin on his face, admiring the blush rising to yours.

"whoops, sorry." you both know he's not.

you huff, examining the indents his teeth left in your skin, trying to ignore the heat building inside of you.

the second incident happens a little later, when the two of you are wrestling each other on the couch. you think you've got satoru beat but then he flips you onto your back and pins both of your wrists in one hand.

before you can protest, his free hand is tickling at your ribs, causing to shriek and squeal while he laughs. he further shocks you by beginning to impishly nibble at your neck, adding to your torment.

however, you shock yourself by letting out an involuntary moan when his teeth reach that sensitive spot right under your ear. you both freeze and your face feels like it's on fire when you notice a distinct hardness pressing against your hip just moments later.

satoru half-coughs and half-chuckles to break the tension, letting you sit up to finish pretending to watch the movie on the TV. you feel his gaze burning into the side of your face for the rest of the film.

the nail in the coffin is when he’s got you pressed into the mattress, hips lazily pushing into you. you’re moaning and sighing so sweetly for satoru and the sounds draw his eyes down to your throat and he watches as each noise and movements makes the muscles contract. mouthwatering.

you toss your head back into the pillows and satoru can’t help but bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and letting his tongue loll out to taste you. his teeth practically fucking itch and he rubs them against your sensitive skin, pleased with your lewd reaction, clamping down around his cock even tighter.

“f-fuck, sweetheart can I-” he begins, but you already know what he’s asking and enthusiastically nod, tilting your head even farther to bare your neck more. with shaky hands, satoru brushes the hair from your neck and grips your jaw to hold you in place and then he bites. 

and everything is all hot, burning agony. the initial sting fades into something even more pleasurable and your hands fly up from where they’re clutching the sheets to pull him in even closer.

his thrusts become rougher, erratic, and sloppy like he’s lost all control of himself. the thought of it alone makes you shiver and oddly enough, you find your own teeth aching, the sight of sweat beading on his neck all too enticing. without even thinking you lurch forward and sink your teeth in, the flavor of his skin bursting on your tongue.

you’re delighted at the strangled moan that leaves his mouth where he’s still connected to your neck, teeth digging in even harder, threatening to break skin. you think you might even want that as you get closer and closer to the delicious edge. 

when you pull back from his neck you can already see a deep, purple mark forming, sure to last for days. the thought of him parading around, letting everyone see just who he belongs to is almost too hot to bear.

your breaths sync up into something hot and gasping and satoru reaches down to messily brush over your clit once before you’re done for. you think you might scream when you finally cum but you’re not sure over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. satoru is quick to follow, filling you up with one last slam of his hips before sagging against you and releasing your neck.

you spend the next few minutes unmoving and floating back down to reality and when you finally try to sit up, you wince at the dull, aching pain radiating from your neck.

“sorry, pretty girl,” he grins, tongue laving over the mark to soothe it. and once again, you both know he’s not sorry.

[twinklingstarlightdiaries]

Embracing Valentine’s Day as a Single Gal: How to combat the fear of loneliness 

© Photos are from Pinterest

For the most part, Valentine’s has become well known as lovers day; the day to celebrate you and your partner. While many will say it’s not only for the lovers and you can also celebrate family and friends (which I definitely agree with!), there still is that fear and insecurity of feeling alone creeping in, especially when it seems like everyone else but you are cozying up with their significant other on social media.

With one month until Valentine's Day, I started thinking about what I was going to do. I used to be anxious about it after my relationship ended; I just wanted to get through the day as quickly as possible. It shouldn’t be a big deal but it can be hard to rationalize it in the moment. However, overtime by trial and error, I’m finally in a place where being single on Valentine’s Day isn’t as daunting as I thought it was. Rather, instead of extending my energy outside and seeking external validation to mediate my insecurity, I’ve decided to give myself the love that I’m looking for and channeling the fear into peace.

And the best way to do it? Treat yourself.

Here’s a couple ways you can this year for Valentine’s if you’re spending it alone:

Buy yourself flowers.

Instead of waiting to receive flowers, give yourself the flowers you deserve because the world didn’t end when the relationship did, and you made it through when you thought you couldn’t.

Order your favorite food/Make your favorite meal.

Food is a girl’s best friend! Make that comfort meal or order that mouthwatering dish that you can’t get off your mind. 

Dress up!

I didn’t believe dressing up could make a difference, but it does! It doesn’t have to be a complete full glam if you’re not feeling it, but give yourself a little TLC by doing your skincare routine, styling your hair and maybe wearing the cutest PJs because this day is about you and loving yourself for who you are in this moment. 

Put on your playlist while getting ready and dance!

Having music while getting ready can help you block out the world just for a little bit and give yourself the time to relax and enjoy yourself before heading out!

Have a sweet dessert!

Cupcakes, ice cream, cake or cookies –  have a little sweet treat for that serotonin boost!

Watch your favorite movie!

Movie day or move night – it’s time to switch off the world and embrace your own little space with the films that never fail to make you laugh and smile.

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[foodffs]

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[monicascot]

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Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake Roulade🍫✨

Indulge in this delightful Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake Roulade—a luscious combination of rich chocolate cake and creamy peanut butter filling. Perfect for any chocolate lover, this cake roll is sure to impress with its stunning presentation and mouthwatering flavor!

[devildomwriter]

“Just looking at those ingredients is making me hungry… And not just that…you smell like cake, Luke. Mm, and it’s mouthwatering…”

“Hey, don’t you dare try to eat me! Aaaah…wait! Just because you can’t eat me, that doesn’t mean you can eat the ingredients instead!”

— Beelzebub and Luke (Chapter 29-16)