#hand made soy candles

[modernmagix]

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[2day-ago-kids]

soy wax candle for the soul and inner balance

How to use it for maximum benefit

Using a soy wax candle for soul and inner balance can be a soothing and therapeutic experience. Here are some steps you can follow to maximize the benefits:

Choose the right candle: Look for a soy wax candle that is specifically designed for relaxation, meditation, or promoting inner balance. Consider candles scented with essential oils like lavender, chamomile, or frankincense, as these are known for their calming properties.

Create a calm environment: Find a quiet and comfortable space where you can light your candle without distractions. Clear away any clutter and create a peaceful atmosphere by playing soft music, using essential oil diffusers, or lighting some incense if desired.

Set an intention: Before lighting the candle, take a moment to set an intention or purpose for your practice. It could be something like finding inner peace, releasing stress, or connecting with your inner self. Focus your mind on this intention and let it guide your experience.

Prepare the candle: Trim the wick to about ¼ inch before lighting the candle. This helps promote an even and steady burn. Place the candle on a stable surface away from flammable materials and ensure there are no drafts that may affect the flame.

Light the candle mindfully: Take a few deep breaths to center yourself and create a sense of relaxation. As you light the candle, visualize the flame as a representation of your inner light and positivity. Observe the flame and allow yourself to become fully present in the moment.

Practice mindfulness or meditation: Sit comfortably near the candle and focus your attention on the flickering flame. Use this visual point of focus to still your mind and enter a state of meditation or mindfulness. If your mind wanders, gently bring your attention back to the flame without judgment.

Reflect and release: As you engage in your practice, take the time to reflect on any thoughts, emotions, or sensations that arise. Allow yourself to acknowledge and observe them without attachment or judgment. If there are any negative or stressful thoughts, imagine releasing them and allowing the calming energy of the candle to fill your being.

Stay present and enjoy the ambiance: Continue to enjoy the gentle glow and soothing scent of the candle. Be present in the moment and embrace the tranquility it brings. You can also incorporate other relaxation techniques such as deep breathing, visualization, or gentle stretching if it enhances your experience.

Close your practice: When you feel ready to conclude your session, express gratitude for the experience and the benefits you received. Gently blow out the candle, symbolizing the end of your practice and carrying the positive energy and inner balance with you throughout the day.

Remember, candle usage should always be supervised, and it's important to follow safety guidelines to prevent accidents.

I found an interesting scented candle, give it a try. https://www.theforestful.com/product/balance-your-soul-vanilla-bean-scented-candles-9oz/

[utoshi-san]

Продолжение чудесных подарков от Оджей ✨

Огромная тяжелая свеча 🕯️ с потрескивающим фитилем и тройным ароматом (яблочная корзина, пряная ежевика и тыквенное масло). Пока поберегу её до лучших времён.

Самое охуенное это то, что у меня теперь есть слизеринская сумка 😍😍😍 я в шоке от того, какая она классная и я смогу навешать на неё значков уииии.

Никогда раньше не видела секретки мини Bratz и вот я её открыла и обалдела от того, что мне попался мальчик Братц, т.е. такая мини куколка в коробке и миниатюрная машинка кабриолет. Это игрушки для кукол 😍 Какая няшнота.

Дальше у меня тут одежда для Барби с коллаборацией Парка юрского периода 🦖 Мои Кены точно это оценят 🩷

Формочки для риса с зайцами и мишками я уже опробовала 🐻🐰 и с ними рис получается ещё прикольнее.

Ну и самое интересное это вязанный хендмейдный худи, сделанный руками Оджей специально для моих Кенов (очень яркий и прикольный 🌈).

Сумочка для кукол, гаррипотеровский значок и целая гора анимешных наклеек ❤️ Ну и конечно открытка на днюшку и письмецо 😚

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 21

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

I actually really like writing this, for some reason? You can totally imagine Mickey in the readers place, its why I haven’t used y/n in this one.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

The exhale that left Ian was shaky, his chest shuddering as he puffed out the breath he had been holding for a little too long in anticipation. His arms had been tied to the headboard of your shared bed, his clothes having been removed in quite a hurry when you two got home. Ever since you guys had gotten your own apartment away from his family, your intimate life had only unfolded further than before.

In the past you two didn’t have any time to experiment, since Ian had shared a room with his siblings his entire life, and your family had a habit of just barging in or even kicking down the door if it was locked. It had started with the two of you fucking all over the apartment, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, on the floor of the foyer, the list went on, there wasn’t a single point in your apartment that hadn’t been christened.

After that you guys started exploring different things, different kinks you’d both had an interest in but never got the chance to try. You had a sizable number of toys for this exact reason, even rope made specifically for bondage, said rope woven around Ian’s wrists and the headboard.

One of the kinks Ian had really wanted to try was waxplay, but you had always been a bit unsure, not wanting to burn him on accident. Ian, being who he was, started researching the subject and later on presented you with Soy candles made for waxplay. They were a deep green and unscented, and you knew for a fact Ian had picked that colour since it would look good dripped all over his freckled body.

He didn’t have as many freckles as he used too, having seemingly grown out of it, but during the summer some would still appear all over his face and torso. Sitting on his hips you could truly appreciate those few freckles, an almost taunting grin twitching onto your lips as you ground down against Ian’s naked cock.

You were still in your boxers, it was kind of a power thing, as Ian normally topped and was the one in charge, so something as small as leaving your own clothes on as he was stark naked as the day he was born, helped to put him in the right headspace.

He was already had, probably had gone around with a half chub all day since you had mumbled in his ear that morning that you wanted to use the candles when he got home. That was why he had been so fast to throw off his clothes, leaving a trail of it leading towards your bedroom, where he had thrown himself onto the bed and folded his arms above his head like a well-trained soldier following orders.

You could tell how giddy Ian was as he almost wiggled underneath you, his breath catching when you started running your hands up and down his torso, squeezing his pecs with an appreciative hum before you pinched at his abs, causing them to tighten as Ian gave a soft gasp.

A couple of candles were burning on the bedside table, you had lit them a few minutes before he got home, wanting to take your time before they’d melted enough to be used. As you waited, you took the time to appreciate your lovers’ body, leaning down to nip and bite at his skin, sucking hickeys against his pale neck and chest, ignoring the half-hearted grumble from Ian telling you not to leave hickeys where his coworkers could see.

You knew he didn’t mean it, especially as his cock throbbed against you, already twitching and slick with precum. Wanting to see it, you lifted your hips enough for his hard length to almost bounce against his tight stomach, a tiny pool of precum already gathering between his abs as he huffed when you sat back down on his thighs.

Unable to resist, you reached down and gave the underside of his cock a small pinch, not meant to hurt, but enough to be felt. His hips would have jumped off the bed if you weren’t sitting on him, a grunted noise leaving his clenched teeth as he furrowed his brows in a way you knew meant he was trying to still look like he was somewhat in charge of it all.

You tsked and almost cruelly rubbed your pad of your thumb against his tip, using your other hand to hold his cock still as you switched from your thumb to your palm, moving in quick movements that had a slick noise filling the room as his hips gave a hard jump upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

Ian groaned as his eyes rolled as his lids fluttered, his teeth digging into that delicious bottom lip of his as he tried to contain the higher pitched noises wanted to rip from his throat. His legs jolted against the bed as you gave a harder squeeze around his circumcised head, giving it one last slow cruel stroke before you released it, his length falling back against his stomach with a wet slap.

Ian’s eyes fluttered open as your weight shifted, his breath catching as he saw you grabbing one of the candles off of the bedside table, almost holding his breath in anticipation as you sat back on his thighs once more, now holding the lit candle.

He audibly gulped as you blew out the candle, your free hand settling on his lower stomach as you reached up, holding the candle above his shuttering chest. Ian’s eyes were wide, he looked almost starved as his nostrils flared when he finally remembered to breathe. His eyes tracked the melted wax collecting at the lid of the candle as you turned it, his cock twitching and drooling another drop of white against his stomach.

He didn’t make much noise as you poured the first of the wax against his shaved chest, the streak of dark green standing out starkly against his pale skin. But you could tell from the way his eyes fluttered that he enjoyed it, his inhale sounding a little more rushed than before as his arms flexed against his bindings.

And so, the act continued as you kept pouring melted wax against his torso, even streaking a bit of it up his neck but never getting too close to his face for safety reasons. The colour of the wax lightened somewhat as it dried across his torso, His shuddering becoming more visible the more hot wax you flicked across his body.

Finally, as you grabbed the third and last candle, did he start making audible noise, small huffs and tiny moans leaving him as you painted a line of wax across his nipple, starting to feel more confident in the movements. A stuttered soft curse left him as you painted a line across his stomach, closer than you’d ever been before to his cock.

He looked almost wild with his wide eyes locked down on where the wax was painted across his body, it was obvious he was close as his noises rose in volume and his cock kept jolting and dripping like a broken faucet, the pool of precum on his stomach almost looking like another splash of wax.

Licking your lips, you shuffled down his thighs until you were sitting by his knees, moving where you had been holding the candle. When Ian noticed where you were holding the candle, his gasped hungrily, audible gulping as your eyes met, your eyes asking if he wanted it.

Ian couldn’t have nodded any faster, his lip quivering and deep red from where he had been biting at it. You weren’t gonna drip it right on his dick, you didn’t feel comfortable to do that, but you started dripping wax near it. On his stomach near the tip, downwards on his abdomen beside his length, the flashes of heat from the wax leaving Ian keening as his legs grew more and more restless.

One line of wax across the inside of his thigh seemed to be what kicked off over the edge, white shooting from his tip and covering the layer of green wax covering his torso, the white standing out starkly against the deep green. His legs twitched and jolted under you, but he wasn’t able to move them too much as you were still seated on him, but the huffed moans that left him made it clear just how much he enjoyed it.

Putting the candle away to the side, you rubbed your hands across the outer side of his thighs as he laid there shivering and twitching softly, basking in the flash of orgasm for as long as possible, before he went limp against the bed, his eyes shut and mouth open as he breathed softly.

You leaned down to kiss his wax covered chest before you got to your feet, undoing the bindings holding his arms in place as you kissed his forehead, letting him softly grab the back of your head to pull you into a slow and deep kiss. You mumbled against his lips that you’d be right back, meeting his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss, his pupils blown wide and expression soft and so in love it almost made your teeth ache.

As you grabbed what you needed to clean up your shared experience from the bathroom, you couldn’t help but decide it hadn’t been as bad as you thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, and seeing how Ian had reacted you most definitely wanted to do it again, and you had a feeling Ian wouldn’t have anything against that either.

[vscabarca]

birthday cake - pablo gavi

summary: gavi surprises you with a cake on your birthday

genre: fluff

———

March second. One of Gavi‘s favorite days of the year.

You, his girlfriend, turned nineteen and the sweet boyfriend he is he wanted to surprise you with a special gift.

Due to his injury Gavi had enough time to stand in his kitchen, wearing an apron full with flour, trying to understand the cake recipe he looked at.

After you were woken up by loads of kisses and a overly excited Gavi wishing you a happy birthday, you had to leave to go to uni. You would’ve rather stayed with him, lazily laying around in his arms and do nothing. To your luck your lessons only went until noon and you could spend the rest of the day with him and your family, celebrating the birthday.

Gavi had never been a great cook, trying nevertheless to put the smile on your face he loved so much.

There were eggshells lying around on the counter, sugar and baking soda were spilled everywhere. It just looked like a three year old had a bake off without his mother.

Gavi hummed along the music playing from his jbl box, then tasted the batter with his fingers, nodding approvingly.

He let the oven heat up, waiting patiently to put the tray inside.

Funnily enough, Gavi couldn’t deny to feel proud of baking this cake, even if he just bought a simple cake mix.

The clock dinged, indicating he could put the cake inside the oven. Just as Gavi put it inside, the door of his house opened and you walked into the kitchen.

Your laughter echoed through his kitchen, making Gavi turn on his heels to face you.

„What are you doing?“

„Why are you already home?“

You both spoke at the same time, giggling at the other person.

You eyed your boyfriend up and down quickly, loving how he looked in his outfit. Flour was not only on his apron but also on his cheek.

„You look like a real chef.“ You exclaimed, walking around the kitchen island to embrace him in a hug.

Gavi grew shy, a blush creeping across his face. His hands found your waist while yours were around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

„I wanted to surprise you.“ Your boyfriend pouted and signaled over to the cake.

You looked over to the oven, only now realizing Gavi was baking a cake for you. A sigh of realization left your lips and you were the one pouting now. Even the baking tin was heart shaped, making the scenario a whole lot cuter than it already was.

„Baby you did that?“ You asked shocked and turned back around to look in his beautiful brown eyes.

„I tried. The batter didn’t taste too bad.“ Gavi chuckled and pulled you closer to finally kiss your lips.

„That’s so sweet of you, thank you.“ You smiled and traced your thumb over his cheek, getting rid of the remaining flour.

„Oops now you’ve got some flour there too.“ Gavi grinned, doing the same you had just done before.

———

„Cumpleaños feliz! cumpleaños feliz!”

Voices of your friends, family and your boyfriend filled the living room.

You, with a little tiara on your head, sat in front of the in blue frosting covered cake, smiling even though your cheeks started to hurt.

Your guests stopped singing and you blew out the candles. They then started clapping, taking pictures of you with the cake.

As the cheering settled, you decided to let your guests know who had baked this cake.

„By the way, Gavi over here baked the cake all by himself. He surprised me with it.“

You saw him grow shy, giving you a playful glare. You knew he didn’t really like the attention, but you wanted your relatives to know good Gavi treated you.

He just nodded awkwardly at the comments your parents made, scooting closer to you.

„¡Sois tan dulces! Necesito una foto!“ (You two are so sweet! I need a picture!). Your grandmother swooned, clapping her hands together as she saw you two.

You laughed sweetly, nodding your head. Gavi sat down next to you, pulled you closer by the waist and smiled into the camera your grandmother was holding.

She snapped a picture, then turned the phone over to you so you could take a look.

„Could you send me this?“ His thumb traced over your skin, making you feel a little flustered.

„Of course!“ Your grandmother said and airdropped the foto to Gavi. He immediately looked at it, a small smile forming on his face.

„We should frame it and hang it up at home.“ He spoke, his eyes never leaving the picture.

You liked the idea and agreed with a nod.

Gavi turned his attention from his phone back to you, leaning down to give you a quick, delicate kiss.

„Feliz Cumpleaños amor.“

[namorslutfanfiction]

Ok so I’ve not seen narcos Mexico which is basically a sin at this point but I am obsessed with Rafa!!! So he’s obviously such a soft sweet lil baby boy so I was thinking what if he met a woman who was strong and sassy and also into *cough cough* gardening *cough* and he just melts for her but she’s a hard to get maybe cos they’re rivals and she has a reputation to uphold being a strong independent woman ??? Maybe some smut with them giving into the attraction ??? Idk I’m just excited I want to keep requesting stuff cos I love your writing. Also I think the power dynamic would be such a twist cos tenoch/namor just scream daddy to me but Rafa screams soft sub baby with a big old praise kink amongst other kinks 😂

Oh rafa is our baby and definitely wants to be used.

Summary: Rafa loved women. Rafa loved weed. Now he found a woman who loves weed just like he does. And he is immediately down bad

disclaimer: I smoke, I have no idea how it's grown. so I'm making shit up.

drug use, fluff, smut.

"Comportarse," Felix shot at Rafa as the door to his office opened. Rafa smirked at him and lit his blunt. Felix had said he was meeting with a supplier who insisted on being seen. Rafa was certain who ever this pendejo was, that their weed couldn't hold a candle to his, but he had shown up because Felix had asked. But if the guy said the wrong thing then he'd shoot him, but Felix didn't need to know that.

When the first man walked through the door, Felix stood to shake his hand but he refused, "Yo no soy el que estás esperando. Es ella."

The henchman stepped aside as the real guest arrived. Rafa and Felix watched you walk in the door. Felix schooled his surprise and greeted you cordially. Rafa on the other hand was instantaneously smitten. You weren't dressed to the nines like Sofia and her like. Instead you wore jeans that hugged your curves, worn in boots, and a loose button down that had the sleeves rolled up. You hair was braided back but had little bits of frizz from the humidity. You were beautiful.

Rafa didn't hear a word as you and Felix talked. He was wondering why Felix hadn't introduced him. He was wondering why you were ignoring him, you hadn't even spared him a glance. The narco heard the words "Es una nueva variedad de marihuana."

That wasn't possible, no one had made a new strain except him, at least there in Mexico. Felix looked angry, not used to a woman being so frank and aggressive with him. You slammed a paper on the table, pointing out numbers that Rafa didn't care to understand.

"The system you built is a monopoly! You ruined the livelihood of my field, pendejo. No one will work with me because you supposedly have the best in the market. But mine is better," You screeched at the slick leader.

"You're pretty confident for such an insolent witch," Felix shot back, he pointed at Rafa, "His work is better than anyone's and I bet my life and this entire business on that. You can't compete so don't try."

Rafa's eyes were wide when you turned and glared at him. You whipped your head back to Felix, "What this joto? I'm supposed to believe he has any smarts in that rat's nest of hair?"

For some reason that set Felix off and he stood and raised his hand to slap her. Rafa moved on instinct, pointing his gun and cocking it at Felix. Felix was stunned out of his anger, "Qué chingados?"

Realizing what he had just done he pointed the gun at you, "Vete a la chingada."

You smirked at him then turned to Felix, "You've got some real idiots working for you."

"Pinche pendejo," Felix growled at Rafa then sat back down in his seat. Rafa followed, trying to hide his embarrassment. He focused on the blunt that he had let burn down half way without taking enough hits. He resigned himself to getting higher and examining your curves and the confident smirk on your face. When you got up and left the room, Felix turned around and smacked Rafa hard against the side of his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you cabron? She was talking shit and you pull a gun on me?" Felix looked incredulous.

"Who was that, Felix? How come you didn't introduce me? When is she coming back?" Rafa rattled off, jumping up from his seat on the couch.

"No mames, guey. Already? She didn't even look at you," Felix shook his head, of course Rafa the lover boy was thinking with his dick.

Before Felix could stop him, Rafa ran out of the office and tried to beat you to the lobby. But when he got there he was just barely able to see you being driven off in a pick up truck.

...

"The only reason you're here is because I want to knock her down a peg or two. She's arrogant and needs us to show her that. Other cartels would not be so nice after she came in here acting like a maldita bruja," Felix explained as he paced with a cigarette in his mouth.

"There's no way she has anything worth anything, but I'd like to make sure she knows that," Rafa said, feigning interest in the business side of things.

"Don't fuck around, Rafa," Felix grasped him by the back of his neck, "She's young, but she's smart. We can use her later so don't scare her off."

The doors opened and you were once more preceded by your henchman. Once again you were dressed casually, and you took a seat across from Felix. You noticed Rafa standing behind Felix, but didn't greet him. "You want to make a deal or not?"

"I don't need your weed. But I might need those ideas you have. I had Rafa look over them and he thinks they are promising but so far unproven," Felix explained, gesturing to the narco behind him. You noticed the hungry look from Rafa, and smirked. He was an easy book to read.

"I can prove them, just give me time and financial support. There will be a more potent strain ready for the market in a year," You replied confidently.

"We will see. You will go with Rafa to our field. For security you have to be blind folded once you get to a certain point. Rafa will be able to tell me if you're the real deal or not. If you're not then I suggest you back out of this business before you get killed. If you are then we may have use for you. This is your only chance, chiquita. Make use of it," Felix finished with such a sense of foreboding that you weren't sure how to reply. He stood and buttoned his suit jacket, "If you'll excuse me I have a comandante to talk to. Rafa, take care of her."

Then the lead narco was out the door to deal with supposedly more important duties. You eyed Rafa, taking in his open shirt, flamboyant fashion sense, and fluffy hair. He was kind of cute in an arrogant idiot kind of way. You reached your hand out to him to properly introduce yourself. He smiled at you and kissed your hand, "Hola, Rafael Caro Quintero. La princesa me puede llamar Rafa."

His smile was unbelievably charming and you couldn't help but laugh at how obviously attracted he was to you, "Well Rafa, take me to this so called 'best of the best' marijuana."

...

Rafa personally drove you to the field. On the way there he was explaining his process and asking you questions about your own. The chemistry was palpable as you finished each others sentences. You talked about similar experiments and different ideas you both had to create different strains and up the potency.

It was hot and the both of you were laughing and sweating. You had to admit, the man knew his weed. His dark skin looked delicious in the bright sun and the trickle of sweat down his neck was distracting. You noticed him pull the car off the side of the road then reach into the back for a strip of thick cloth.

"It's time then?" You asked, knowing that secrecy was important.

"Turn around, princesa, I'll put it on for you," Rafa said, looking apologetic. The already long drive had allowed you to bond over your shared interest.

"Don't tie it too tight," You requested as you turned your back to him.

"I'll be gentle," Rafa whispered, making a shiver run down your neck. His hands were warm as he moved your hair out of the way and gently placed the cloth over your eyes and knotted it behind your head. His hands rested for a moment on your shoulders and all you could hear was him taking a deep breath. "You can turn around now."

You did just that, reaching out blindly to face the front of the car again. Rafa took your wrist, making you jerk. "Calmate, I just want to show you where the middle is so you know where you're facing."

Rafa placed your hand at the edge of your seat, touching the middle console. It took you a moment to get comfortable with the loss of sight as the narco started the car and continued the journey to the fields.

After a moment of silence you spoke, "Don't kill me in the middle of the desert, please. At least not before I come up with that strain I told you about."

That made Rafa laugh. The sound was warm and infectious. You felt him take your hand, "No, hermosa, no one will touch you. It's been a long time since I've met someone who knew weed the way I do."

You were surprised at the affection, and even more surprised that you welcomed it. But you felt the same. Especially as a woman, you had never felt understood by anyone about your affinity for the plant, until now. This flashy narco was matching you move for move, and it was exciting.

...

Rafa told you to keep the blindfold on as he guided you to the actual field after he had parked the car. It didn't escape you that this felt more like a romantic surprise rather than a test of skills. You could hear the sounds of workers, and from the breeze you were definitely on flat lands. The smell of the fresh plant was in the air, and to the side you could tell there were kilos of it drying for transport.

Rafa guided you gently and then placed your hands on what you immediately knew to be a large marijuana plant. You immediately stepped forward and pushed your noise into the buds. There was silence as you took it in, already coming up with information at a mile a minute.

"What can you tell me?" Rafa asked. Then you were off, talking about the notes, the potency, the maturity and when it would be ready to harvest. There was silence and you hesitated.

"Rafa," You worried about bruising his ego, but reminded yourself this was a test, "There's something wrong with this one. Everything is fine except there's a weird syrup smell at the end. Something too sweet. It would smell awful once you burn it."

You felt him approach you and you immediately went into a defensive stance.

"I'm not going to hurt you, princesa. I'm just going to untie the blindfold," Rafa's voice was amused.

When you opened your eyes it was too bright to see. You shielded your eyes waiting for them to adjust. Eventually you could make out Rafa's smiling face. "So how did I do?"

"Eres brillante!" Rafa exclaimed, "I test all my men this way. All of them and you were the only one to catch the mistake. I purposely have those three plants that are no good. No one has caught it yet, but you."

You fought the urge to smile, "Well of course. I told you. I know what I'm doing."

You glanced behind him, taking in the watch tower and different sheds. The irrigation system and the people working and roaming. You realized that the field must be behind you.

"You can look, princesa, I think you'll like what you see," Rafa said as he guided you to turn around.

You felt your eyes grow wide as you took in the sheer size. You stepped back as you tried to take in the full scope. But it went off in all directions, as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.

"Rafa," You turned to the man smiling at you, "This is insane. Incredible. How many acres? How many plants? What's the yield? Do you have then maturing progressively or all at once? How many kilos are you putting out?"

"Slow down, princesa. Would you like to see more of it?" Rafa asked. You nodded, unable to hide your glee. You didn't care about appearing tough or strong. This was your 'kid in a candy store' moment. Rafa took your hand and led you into the fields.

Hours went by as you walked the fields, ignoring the heat or the fact that you were walking around with someone who should be a rival. Instead you were having the time of your life. His system was pretty self sustaining but you were able to make suggested that made his eyes light up and his laugh explode. Rafa was growing on you like a literally weed.

...

The next day Rafa reported back to Felix, singing your praises.

"You should have seen it, cabron! She knew exactly what was wrong with it. She figured out the irrigation issue I had for months. I have never met anyone who could understand the nuances and delicacy of those plants," Rafa was giddy and Felix was amused.

"So I should back her?" Felix asked, although he figured he knew the answer.

"No," Rafa said, a smirk on his face. "No, whatever she comes up with won't work without the space and work I have already done. She's mine. Buy her out and she will work on the fields with me. Give her whatever she asks, but make sure she works with me, and no one else."

The possessiveness didn't surprise Felix, it was to be expected of the narco who fell fast and hard to the point of lunacy. "She's not going to like that, Rafa. You ready for her to fight you on that?"

"She'll come to me. Remember Felix, as long as her people are taken care of, then all she'll want to do is work on the weed," Rafa said, taking a long draw from his blunt.

"Tomorrow, I'll buy her out. But I want that new strain in 10 months not a year, Rafa. I need it before anyone else comes up with something better," Felix reminded him.

"No one has ever come up with anything better than me. But this, if we work together. This will be our masterpiece," Rafa had a faraway look on his smug face making Felix shake his head.

"Just make sure it's on the market by my deadline. I don't care if you fuck her with it. Make it happen," Felix dismissed Rafa.

...

"You're an ass," You immediately punched Rafa as hard as you could in the stomach. You had been dropped off at his mansion with the orders to stick to him like glue or be killed by Felix himself. "I would have been fine working with you but having that bastard leash me to you is not an attractive arrangement, pendejo."

Rafa waved off Chapo and Cuco who were ready to shoot you for attacking their boss. The narco in question was dressed as usual and laughing. "Your family is taken care of right? That was the most important thing, now the next important thing is working on that strain."

He came up to you and grabbed your jaw, "Together, we can do that. Together, we can do a lot of things."

You hated that you were turned on, "You shouldn't have forced me, Rafa. I don't like being forced."

"Then you can leave if you want. We can work on it together but you don't need to stay, I won't force you," Rafa challenged, his voice soft as he spoke close to you. The smoke from his mouth surrounding you was heady. He released your jaw, "Chapo, take her back."

Rafa turned but you called out, "Rafa. Shut up, pendejo, you know I'm going to stay."

You grabbed your bag and brushed past him into the sprawling mansion. You heard him laugh as he rushed to catch up to you and show you your room. You found it difficult to keep your surly attitude in the face of his excited ramblings.

...

It took 6 months to get the strain perfected and by the end of the 10 month deadline it was debuted. The mansion was partying and high as a kite. Debauchery was everywhere and the handles of liquor and packs of cocaine that Felix had sent as congratulations were being parsed out to the party goers.

You had no interest in partying with the boys and their sluts. You were up on your balcony, watching the pool from above. The band was loud and the people louder. There were people swimming naked in the pool, the area stank of weed, and you could see Neto and Cuco snorting lines through a window.

You didn't like coke, didn't like how fast it made your heart beat and your mind move. You preferred the mellow relaxation that the right strain of weed gave you. You crossed that with tequila and you were floating in your own little world, with a smile on your face.

The last 10 months had been invigorating. Working with Rafa was like working with a ball of pure energy. He was far more intelligent than he let on, reserving it for his treasured plants. You had met your match in that field. Someone you could genuinely bounce ideas off of and experiment with. He was charming, funny, and caring to a fault.

You were surprised he hadn't made a move, but you suspected that Felix had something to do with that. Maybe a threat about the deadline and not fucking around. It was disappointing and frustrating.

Rafa was fucking around, just with some rich chick named Sofia who rubbed you the wrong way and made you want to shoot her through the eyes. But she hadn't been around in the last few months, and Rafa had been ranting about how much of a spoiled bitch she was. You hadn't seen her at the party and were more than thankful that you didn't have to fight the urge to vomit if she had arrived.

There was a knock at your bedroom door and you called for them to come in. It was Rafa. He stood in the middle of your room apprehensive. In his hands he held a handle of tequila and two glasses. "Ay guey. I was going to invite you to share a drink with me."

You looked at the soft expression and could tell he hadn't had any coke. He hadn't since Sofia had left. At most he was high from his own plant and looking to get crossed like you. You looked at him, all of him. Rafa's hair was perfectly fluffy, jewelry draped on his dark skin, and wearing a silk shirt that was open too low. You felt heat pool between your legs.

For months you had been touching yourself to the thought of him. You had laid jealous in your bed when you knew he was with Sofia. And now here he was looking pathetic and ready to be eaten. He'd made you wait long enough.

"Rafa, is Sofia gone for good?" You asked as you walked back into the room and closed the balcony doors. You held your own handle of unfinished tequila and swung it lazily in your hand.

Rafa scoffed at the question, "That bitch is dead to me. Has been for months."

You could see him watching you. His eyes roved your body and there was a hungry look in them. You were wearing a silk robe, a gift from him a few months ago on your birthday. There was nothing underneath it.

"Is that why you wanted to have a drink with me? Because she's not around anymore?" You asked, taking a swig from your handle.

"What? No. I don't care about her. This celebration is for us. We did what we planned and now we are going to be richer and so far above any competitor that they will never reach us. This is all thanks to you," Rafa said, looking actually offended that you suggested otherwise.

You smiled at him then. The high was making you reckless, and the alcohol was making you hot. But the way Rafa looked at you was making you wet. You took another swig from our handle and approached Rafa. You locked eyes with him and put your hand on his chest.

His breathing quickened as you pushed him to sit on the end of your bed. You gripped his jaw, ran your thumb across his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. With one more glance at him, you spit the tequila into his mouth slowly, and he drank it. You locked eyes as he took the last drop and then you grabbed his hair and kissed him roughly.

Rafa whimpered into the kiss as you wrapped a hand around his throat and devoured him. His kisses were as intoxicating as the tequila. Months of unanswered desire came flooding out as he pulled you to him and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of the weed you had both spent months working on together.

The hours and days spent together had left you wanting more from him. But at every turn, at every lingering touch, and held glance he pulled away from you. He had always hesitated but in the end would put space between you. Your frustration at the memory got the better of you and you found his jaw again and pushed him away.

"You're such an idiot you know that? You could have had me naked in your bed for months. You could have had me on my knees or across your lap, but you kept pulling away, like you hadn't thought about it since the day I walked into Felix's office and you lost the ability to breathe," You blurted out. You regretted it, not wanting him to know just how desperate you had been.

But Rafa's gaze softened, his grip around your waist tightened, "Felix told me not to fuck around with you. Not until the strain was ready. The only reason I was with Sofia again was because I needed a release because I couldn't have you. Sofia left me because I called out your name the last time we fucked."

It took you a moment to take in what he said, then you laughed. Laughter fueled by your high and the alcohol. "You brat, you called out my name while you fucked her? No wonder she was so mad."

"It's the only way I could get off. I had to think about you, imagine I was inside your wet pussy," His vulgar admission was met with another desperate kiss from you. You pulled moans from him as your hand travelled downward and palmed his hard on. When you were satisfied that he was as needy as you felt you pulled away.

"Get naked, Rafa. Let's see if all that fucking I heard was as good as it sounded, or if that Sofia bitch was just a good actor," You jabbed, as you untied the robe and dropped it to the floor.

Rafa stopped for a moment with his shirt in his hands as he finally laid eyes on your naked form. He completely lost any comeback he had in mind as he took in the sight of your supple skin and curves. "Te ves deliciosa."

You got impatient and placed a palm on his chest. You pushed him on to the bed then went to work at removing his boots and jeans. When his cock was out and weeping you fought the urge to take it into your mouth. That was for another time. This was about you getting yours. You looked at Rafa as you lay next to him, stroking his cock playfully.

"Rafa, you need to make up for leaving me so wet all the time," You purred into his ear before sucking on his earlobe. He moaned softly and nodded. "How are you gonna do that, baby boy?"

He didn't even react to the name, just looked at you with eyes that begged to be bossed around, "Whatever you want, princesa?"

"Are you going to make me ride you or are you going to fuck me into this bed until I cum onto your cock a few times?" You asked, tracing circled along his chest, leaving his weeping cock unattended. You were fighting the urge to straddle him and slide him inside you.

"Yes, princesa," He replied, as a whimper escaped his lips as you tongued his nipple impulsively. You'd been dying to do that since the first time you had seen him with his shirt hanging open.

"Fuck me, Rafa. Be a good boy and make me cum," You moaned softly as you guided his hand to your wet cunt.

Rafa let out a feral noise once he felt just how wet you were. In a swift move you were beneath him, hands pinned above your head, and his cock pushing into your pussy. You arched against him, "Yes, baby, just like that."

He thrust into your center, hard and deep. You knew he was going to be thick but you were surprised by how deeply he thrust into you. You saw stars after months of pining. This man was a drug of his own and you knew you were going to become addicted. His lips found yours again and he allowed you to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Rafa angled your hips, wrapping your legs around him as he pounded into you.

Your first orgasm came so fast you couldn't even warn him. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure as he kissed and fucked and sucked every part of you. Your hands found his hair and pulled at it, making him moan into your lips. You kept your foreheads together as you encouraged him, "Yes, Rafa. You're fucking me so good. You like how my pussy feels don't you? Is this what you were imagining when you fucked that bitch? I bet you never fucked her like this."

The adoration in Rafa's eyes only grew with each word you spoke. Something about your words spurred him on. He leaned back and rubbed your clit with his thumb as he continued thrusting into your dripping wet pussy. Even his grunts sounded soft and needy. You reached forward and tweaked your own nipples. The sight made him throw his head back in ecstasy.

"Princesa, eres tan perfecta," Rafa moaned as you clenched down on him with your second orgasm. This time you felt yourself squirt a little and he did to. He fucked you even faster as you came.

You were panting now, sure that Rafa was close. But he proved you wrong and flipped you over onto your stomach. The narco gripped your hips and thrust into you, impossibly deeper than before. You grabbed at the bed sheets as the room filled with the loud slap of his hips against your round ass. "Fuck, Rafa. You're so deep, you're gonna make me cum again aren't you? You really want to please me don't you?"

Between grunts of exertion he replied, "Yes, princesa, I'll make you cum again."

He sucked and licked your shoulder and neck before biting down and lifting your hips higher so he could thrust at a different angle. Rafa didn't let up as he continued his pounding rhythm. His arm came around to put you in a loose headlock. "Cum for me, Princesa. Milk me dry."

You sobbed as you came, the pleasure so overwhelming you would have thought you blacked out but you still felt the stuttering of Rafa's hips as he filled your pussy with his cum. Both of you were out of breath, the room smelled of sex and weed, and you both started giggling.

Rafa broke down next to you, giggling as he pulled you into his side, placing fluttering kisses all over your face between breaths. You also giggled, high on pleasure, weed, and Rafa.

"You're mine now, Rafa," You spoke against his lips.

"I've always been yours," He answered back.

....

Okay, I love rafa so much wtf.

reblog, review, reply, my chiquitins.

[marauds-x]

Broken Promises pt.2

read part 1 first, angst to fluff, readers house is unspecified, time skip from gof to ootp

harry potter x fem! reader, mentioned cedric diggory x fem! reader

It had been a few months since your boyfriends death. Everyone comforted you as much as they could but to no avail would you really speak. The people who tried to cheer you up always failed. That being said, your friend Amora had gathered a few friends of yours to go into town for a shopping trip.

Four people were there, including you. Your good friends Michael Katlins, Amora Winsburrow, and Ottoline Marvella. You were all inside Honeydukes, buying a few treats and talking with each other.

And although you were with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful as you saw a couple holding hands, smiling at each other. Since Cedric's death, a few people had tried hitting you up, figuring they could be a "shoulder to cry on." You didn't need that, though, you just wanted somebody that understood you and how you felt.

Walking over to a pink wrapped candy, you take it from the table and eye it, seeing a small unicorn run around on the wrapper. A figure bumps into you, making you drop the candy. Kneeling down to grab it, the person who bumped into you, now identified as Harry Potter, grabbed the candy and gave it to you, a small smile on his face. "Hey, y/n."

To be frank, you had always found him and his scar a bit cute. So now seeing him in front of you, towering a bit over you, you couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Harry. Are you here with your friends?" He hummed back, nodding his head to the right, an annoyed Hermione snatching a chocolate frog away from a confused Ron.

"Well, i'm here with a few of my friends, too. Though, I wanted to go to another store. They dragged me here." You say, now looking over to your friends as they laugh. "Would you like to go to the book shop with me? I've been meaning to grab a book from there."

"Yeah, that- that'd be great. I've actually been meaning to talk to you, too.. about- about Cedric." Your smile faltered, a sad look replacing it. "Um, yeah, sure. What about?" You both made your way out of Honeydukes, heading to the library.

"Do you miss him?" He asked you. You nodded your head gently, moving your arms to hold yourself. As the weather ran cold, you began to wish you had brought a jacket to wear atop your thin sweater.

"Yeah.. I miss him a lot, actually. People keep- keep telling me that it's been so long, that I have to get over it. I don't think they get it, though." You looked at Harry, his hair blowing lightly in the Fall wind.

"What about you? I know you guys weren't as close as others, but do you miss him, too?" He smiled, "You're right. We weren't as close as he was with his friends, or with you. But I miss him. I always feel like I caused it. Like if I did one thing different then maybe he'd still be here." You had made it to the book shop, walking in and being comforted by the warmth and scent of parchment and dimly lit candles everywhere. You find a corner near the fantasy section, sitting down.

"I believe you, by the way." He gave you a confused look. "About him being back." At that, he gave you a smile, looking into your eyes as if you two were the only ones who really understood what happened that day. "You don't have to, of course.. but tell me. Tell me everything that happened in the maze. What did it look like, what did he look like." You scooted just a bit closer to Harry, a small smile plastered on your face. The light of a soy candle lit the corner up, the scent of vanilla flowing from the wick.

You two talked for hours, seemingly about anything. He explained to you what had happened in the maze. He had said he told you because you "deserve to know." You had cried a little bit, you both had. You two shared the mutual connection of just knowing that you two would be the only ones to ever understand the feeling. The feeling of not knowing what to do. The feeling of seeing Cedric's lifeless body on the floor beside you, crying and holding him.

You two were the only ones to ever see. To see him so up close on that field.

It had reached near forty minutes until curfew at the castle. You two stood up, Harry helping you stand. "It was nice talking to you, Harry. I feel.. happy that we spoke." He hummed in response, smiling and opening the door to the library as you two left. Even though you hadn't gotten the book you wanted, you still felt accomplished with the day.

"How will we explain to our friends we ran off together without them assuming things." You said to Harry, smiling and laughing. You hadn't realized how cold it was going to be today, now slightly shivering. "Are you cold, y/n?" Harry asked you, taking his hoodie off and waiting for your response. You nodded your head, accepting the hoodie he had in his hand. "Thanks, I hadn't realized how cold it had gotten."

"It's no problem, really. Though, do you really think our friends will assume something?" Harry asked playfully, you two now on the lit up bridge that connects the town and castle. "Definitely. Amora will be bugging me ALL day tomorrow. And from what I know, Ron won't stop bugging you either." You say smiling, almost to the castle now.

"Well, if he does ask what we did, i'll say we snuck off on a date." He said, nudging you slightly and chuckling as you scoff. "Are you asking me out, Potter?" "Maybe." He mumbled to himself, looking at you.

"Well, if you are.. I accept." Harry looked at you, a shocked look on his face. "Well- well you don't HAVE to say yes. I mean it doesn't even have to be a date! We could totally just go to Hogsmade as friends and laugh and be totally friendly! But we couldalsodoitasadate, too." You laughed as he jumbled his words together. "Yes, Harry, I'll go on a date with you." You said, giggling mid sentence.

"Really, okay!" He said, a nervous look on his face. "I had a good time talking to you, today, Harry." You said, looking down at your shoes, small puddles of water from last nights storm everywhere.

You had made it inside the castle, now beside your house dormitory. You take Harry's hoodie off, handing it to him. "No, no. You can keep it, I have loads of other hoodies." He said, smiling. You nod your head, a small smile bestowed on your face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." With that, you head into your common room, happy with how the day had gone.

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a/n: sorry i didn't post pt.2 sooner 😭 i've been pretty busy with life in general and stuff. though i will be posting more often, lmk if you'd like to be tagged in official posts 🤍

[yaehao]

wc: 1306

november 12

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“hey- seriously?” you giggled and reached over the table with a napkin to wipe off the corner of wonwoo’s mouth where a bit of soy sauce sat. 

he chuckled back and moved to swat your hand away. “can you blame me? it’s so good.” he stated, shoving another piece of sushi into his mouth.

he had asked you to get dinner with him tonight, although 5pm for dinner was a bit earlier than usual for your dinner “dates”, unless you had something else planned for afterwards too. however, as far as you knew, there wasn’t anything else planned. dessert, maybe? spontaneous karaoke? who knew, the night was still young and ready for adventure.

you laughed lightly while eating another piece of sushi yourself, admiring the joy and warmth radiating off of the boy in front of you. you’d had a serious conversation with him only days prior, but the dinner didn’t feel out of the ordinary in any way. you still loved him dearly, as did he.

you had another person on your mind, and wonwoo understood. he had to.

dinner passed by, all the while you and your best friend talked and made jokes, fighting over the bill and all. nearing the end of your dinner, you’d noticed wonwoo checking his phone more than he usually did. you weren’t sure the reason, but you figured it wasn’t really your place to ask. he led you out to his car, opening the passenger door for you before walking over and stepping into his own side.

“do you have anything else you want to do?” you asked wonwoo, the night felt way too early to end just yet.

he looked over at you and smiled. “actually, i do. i found a new lookout point recently that i want to take you to.”

you smiled back at him, your heart melting at the idea of going to a lookout point with him. “well, i go wherever you go!”

night drives with wonwoo were the best. you’d never think someone like wonwoo, who was usually a quiet and low-energy person during the day, could scream songs so loud out the window. you joined, of course, because how couldn’t you? he knew all your favorite songs and, admittedly, your voices sounded great together. how could the night get any better?

wonwoo pulled into a parking lot of what looked like a normal park, one that you’d visited many times with him and your friends. there was a new viewpoint here? you’d explored the part from corner to corner, how could there be a spot that you’d missed?

wonwoo exited the car and walked over to let you out as well. he noticed the confused look on your face, one that was confused about why you were at the park you usually came to every other weekend. he smiled at you and whispered,”just trust me, there’s something amazing waiting for you here.”

you nodded. you trusted him. 

he led you into the park, there were lampposts scattered throughout the grass to light up the area, but it was still fairly dark. you noticed the sound of faint guitar music and singing coming from somewhere, the direction you were walking. was there a concert going on? somebody busking? that wouldn’t be surprising to come across here, but nothing super special and new. it sounded like can’t help falling in love, but you couldn’t completely make out the words that the voice sang. how cliche.

wonwoo led you a bit further, and you saw it. you wondered if your eyes were deceiving you when you saw the line of your friends, each one holding roses, leading up to a beautiful gazebo. one that you spent time with your friends in often. one that you had memories of sitting in and chatting with the people who meant most to you.

however, now, standing there, holding a bouquet of roses, was the man that you’d spent the past months getting closer to. you saw joshua diagonally offset from him, playing his guitar and singing while smiling at you. his friends stood around the gazebo, holding candles, and your friends holding their roses and big smiles.

you stared in disbelief for a moment until wonwoo turned around to face you. you looked up at him, your mouth still open and not knowing what to say. he stepped to the side and stretched his hand out towards the gazebo, whispering,”he’s waiting.” you looked back and forth between the scene in front of you and your best friend. 

you stepped forward, coming across the first friend in line, mingyu. he had a huge smile across his face and was hopping up and down, looking like a puppy. you giggled at the sight as you took the rose from his hand and stepped to the next person in line, junhui. he had an even bigger smile than mingyu if possible and the giggle carried on over to him as well.

minghao was next, standing with a grin that was small but reassuring. jeonghan and seungcheol followed next, and finally, you stepped to momo who stood just at the entrance of the gazebo. she handed you her rose and kissed your cheek, motioning for you to step into the area and finally come face to face with the man waiting for you.

before you took the final step, you looked over your shoulder to see your friends, the people you love the most, standing in a group, all giving you encouraging faces. you tried to ignore the noticeable tears on wonwoo’s face, but you couldn’t, and it broke your heart a little to see him like that.

finally, you turned back to him, who was once your bully, and now handing you six more roses to turn the six you were holding into a dozen. it felt surreal; the way your relationship turned around completely. someone you once feared seeing turning into someone who you spent nights falling asleep with. someone who you never wanted to see again turning into someone you wanted to spend every day of your life with.

lee chan.

“yn…” he started, pulling you out of your thoughts. “i know we haven’t had the smoothest past… and i’m so glad that you gave me a second chance. i admire you, yn. i always have. i’ve always thought you were the coolest person i’ve ever seen. i always wanted to be your friend, to just be able to spend time with you. i didn’t know how to express it back then, but i do now. i do now, yn, and i want to be able to show you every single day. so please…”

joshua’s singing stopped, the guitar fading from the last chord he strummed. chan searched your eyes. he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he just needed to know you were real. that you were there with him and that you were really real.

“yn, will you be my girlfriend?”

you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. you knew what was happening, but hearing the words really come from him could’ve killed you on the spot. you smiled, in turn making him smile, and nodded your head.

“yes. of course, chan. i’ll be your girlfriend.” 

he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a hug while both his and your friends erupted in cheers. you swore you were in a movie, a fairytale story, a dream even, but there was no way in hell you’d ever want to wake up.

you both pulled away from the hug, looking into each others’ eyes. 

chan spoke first, giving his first words to you as his official girlfriend.

“i’m yours, yn. and i’ll make sure you know it every single day of our lives.”

“and i’m yours, chan.”

⋆⑅˚₊ imperfect love: a seventeen social media au

-ˏˋ summary: after he transferred out of her highschool during their second year, yn thought she’d finally gotten rid of her school bully, lee chan. however, that proves to be false when he shows up in her first university lecture. this time, though, he wants to make amends and prove that he’s not the same kid he was before, but yn and her friends won’t give him the chance that easily.

-ˏˋ part 27: i’m yours

-ˏˋ previous: handing off

-ˏˋ series masterlist

a note: wow it’s finally over LMFAO i’m sorry for taking so long for this ending omg :’) hopefully it is somewhat satisfying ,, i’ll release an epilogue along with this too hehe but wow we r finally closing out on this series,, it has been one hell of a ride that’s for sure AHFKDLHSJF but thank u for still sticking with me, i promise i’ll have more content to come soon!

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[makethatelevenrings]

Day 8 - Waxplay

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: Bruce’s self destructive tendencies, masochism, if ur under 18 go away

Summary: Bruce needs release. You’re willing to help.

Note: it’s midterms week ok I know I’m behind I’ve been busy alsdjlasjdf

Kinktober Masterlist

There was something about seeing him tied up and helpless that made you want him more than ever before. Bruce tugged against the bonds that restrained his arms above his head and you knew he could break out of it easily. Maybe he understood how badly you wanted him like this.

Helpless. Squirming. Wanting. Waiting.

You lifted the soy candle and tilted it slightly over your exposed wrist. The wax dripped down and fell across your skin, lighting your nerves with a sharp sting before cooling quickly as the wax hardened. Bruce stared at the line of wax streaked across your skin, hunger burning in his gaze.

“Ready?” you asked.

“Yes.” Terse. Sharp. He was slipping into Batman, not just Bruce. You slid your hand over his thigh and let out a gentle hum, bringing his calculating gaze towards you.

“Color.”

“Green.”

You lifted the candle, angling it above his chest, and watched as the wax dripped down. It splattered across his chest and he let out a hiss, his muscles tensing and flexing against the burn. You shushed him, pouring more wax across his chest, down across his nipples, and then along the ridge of his abs.

“Color.”

“Green.” His voice was raspy now, not like his vigilante tone, but something more raw and desperate.

You raised the candle and studied the lines across his chest. Scooting down a bit, you moved the candle to rest above his thigh. You could see the lines of his muscles tense and flex under the slight burn and he was puffing out short breaths through his gritted teeth.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you cooed. “And you look so pretty like this.”

His cock jumped and strained at your praise mixed with the heat of the wax and the pain. Oh, the pain. Bruce Wayne was such a masochist. Maybe you weren’t a sadist, but you certainly didn’t want to deny your lover the release he so desperately needed.

As you dripped wax across his body, you took in the various scrapes and bruises that lined his skin. You hated the fact that he seemed to relish in the pain. You hated witnessing the anger of Gotham inflicted on his skin.

You lowered your head to kiss along the wax dried across his chest. If he needed the burn, you would provide it. Just like this. Just the two of you.

[michinnyun]

Kinktober Day 3- Jake Lockley: Wax play

Kinktober list

Your back arches as Jake pours the wax onto your stomach in a clean line.

It cools quickly, cracking across your flexing stomach and making you moan softly. You fist the sheets, repeating to yourself that you have self control, you have self control, Jake doesn't need to tie you up for this, you have self control.

He chuckles as if reading your thoughts. “Having a hard time staying still, princessa?”

You clench your jaw. You will not give him the satisfaction of watching you squirm.

“Not at all.”

He purrs, using the old gift card he set aside to scrap the chunks of dried wax off your stomach and into his waiting palm, where it’s deposited into the trash bin.

“Get on your stomach.”

You obey, watching him with skeptical eyes. He made sure to get a soy candle before you agreed to wax play, something safe to introduce you to the new sensations. It’s hot, but not dangerously so as he pours another clean dotted line horizontally onto the skin of your back. You shudder, letting the warmth seep into your bones as you sigh and relax into the table. Jake put an old blanket down so you could get comfortable, since a bed is better than a table for this type of thing. He’s so thoughtful, you think, until you’re jolted out of your daze by the hot liquid as it hardens into a new shape.

“You’re awfully calm,” Jake notes, pouring more wax into the pool he’s created in the crevice of your spine. It stays hotter for a little longer when it’s collected like that, making you itchy and squirmy but no, you’re better than this. You’ll show him how calm you are.

“It’ll take more than that to break me,” you respond, internally kicking yourself when you feel him shift next to you. You’re so used to challenging Steven or Marc, you forgot how bossy Jake can get. It’s not always a good idea to talk back when he’s involved.

At the same time, it thrills you, another soft sound dragged out of you by the long line of wax Jake creates on your back, round and round like a red race track on your skin. You cry out, legs pressing together in an effort to create friction, any friction at all, when Jake spanks you, making the cooled wax crack into little shards.

The sensation is ticklish, your skin dry and tender at the spots of contact with the wax. Your muscles tense as Jake drips the wax into tiny dots along your shoulder blades, making the pain seep bright hot into your bones like little pinpricks.

He runs the fingers of his other hand over your slit, your panties crumpled and bunched to the side while he softly strokes you. You mewl, pressing the side of your face into the cold surface of the table as he plays with you, watching the patterns he makes on your back in pendulous swings.

It’s almost unbearable, the heat and irritation blooming fire in your stomach, almost making you give up and beg him to fuck you.

He finally relents, watching the wax dry light on your skin. His mouth waters watching you, trying so hard to maintain your composure for him. Trying to be good for him. It’d be cute if it didn’t make him so incredibly hard.

His fingers finally enter you, making you squeak and push against his hand, letting him finger-fuck you. He chuckles dryly, licking his lips at the sight of you, raw and needy. Covered in wax chips and probably so overly sensitive that you’ll manage to have an orgasm in the next five minutes.

He pumps steadily into you, listening to your wet moans, scissoring his fingers inside of you until he thinks you’re ready.

Sliding in with his waiting cock, he picks the candle up from where he set it down and pours a big splash of wax onto your lower back as he enters.

You cry out, a high pitched sound that increases in frequency when he begins thrusting. You clench your hands into fists, fighting the urge to push yourself onto your elbows so he can grab your front and fuck you harder. You let him have complete control as you wail, hot wax dripping down the side of your ribs.

He puts the candle down again, gripping your ass with both hands before pulling you onto him faster than before, the wet slap slap slap deafening in your ears as you begin to orgasm.

“Unh, I’m coming, I’m coming, Jake, please, please come in me-”

He groans, long and loud, obeying your only command and shooting his seed inside of you with a violent snap of his hips. He slowly comes down, your combined release dripping between your thighs as he stands up, removing himself from your body, covered in wax chips.

The floor and table is covered in little shards, as well as your back and Jake’s chest. And some of his stomach.

“This will be fun to clean up.”

[celamoon]

i would like a large soy candle with lemon scent please<3 ily cressie

"Ko?"

"Yeah?" Komaeda tilts his head, basket in hand, as you throw the blanket out. 

"You locked the car, right?"

"Yeah." He nods. "Promise."

He helps you hit pin the blanket down, and the two of you sit in the field as Komaeda unpacks the basket.

You kick your legs as he places everything down, the sandwiches, chips, snacks. Komaeda opens his own food, digging in as you open your bento. 

"Itadakimasu!" The two of you grin as you dig in. 

Komaeda prefers sandwiches. He likes lighter foods, you find. You made most of them light on the palate just for him. You wouldn't want him to have a bad time. You pull a parfait from the bottom of the basket, popping the lid off. 

"Did you make everything?"

"Mhm," You press the spoon to your lips, a grin on your face. "You don't like sweets."

"Yeah."

"Which is why everything is so light."

"Ah." Komaeda pauses. "Just for me?"

"Just for you," You grin. 

Komaeda flushes, eating his sandwich again, head spinning. How lucky was he... surely a natural disaster would strike next. Almost as if it were planned, a girl's ice cream flies across the field, making way for Komaeda's face. You pull out an umbrella almost out of nowhere, and you block it before it can hit him, reaching behind him with the umbrella, chest in his face. 

"Th-thank you," Komaeda laughs, and you grin at him, caging him in, the ice cream melting down.

"I'm sorry!" The father rushes up. "She tripped while getting ice cream. You two are alright, right?"

"Yes," You grin, putting the umbrella to the side to dry. "Don't worry about it. We're kind of used to it."

Komaeda puts his bento to the side, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his chest, his back hitting the grass. He lets out a little 'oof' as you land in his chest, and you roll to the side, staring up at the sun.

"This is terrible for our eyes."

"I know."

You yawn, blinking at the sky before sitting up to continue eating your parfait. Komaeda opens his mouth for a bite, and you feed him. 

"Ko, oh Ko..." You mumble.

"Yeah?"

"I'm so in love with you..." You mumble, blinking at him slowly. "I'm in love with you."

"Please," Komaeda whines, rolling to the side, hiding his face.

You giggle. "Embarrassed?"

Komaeda sits up, putting his bento back on his lap, picking up his chopsticks again. "Yeah."

You finish the parfait, closing the lid, and digging through the picnic basket for something else.

"Did we forget something?"

"No," You mumble. "I realized you didn't put sunscreen on."

"Right.. I forgot," Komaeda laughs awkwardly. "Am I turning red?"

"I'm just worried," You pull out the bar, reaching to straddle him, popping the lid off the bar, hand pressed to his cheek to hold his face in place. Komaeda closes his eyes as you do, putting his bento to the side while humming quietly as you even out the sunscreen. 

"arms."

Komaeda stretches out an arm for you.

"Pretty, pretty," You mumble. "So pretty."

Komaeda flushes as you press kisses before you run the stick up his body. He's not used to it. You do it every time, almost as if you were ignoring the stares from everyone else, spoiling him in your own little world. He doesn't deserve it, he doesn't think, but who is he to turn you down? You just love him so much.

You finish with the sunscreen, a grin on your face. "Now you're safe."

"Thank you, angel," Komaeda presses a kiss to your cheek, lips barely grazing it. 

"Mhm," You grin. "How's the food?"

"Delicious." Komaeda grins. "The bento is great so far."

"That's good!" You peel open a sandwich, going back to eating as Komaeda stares up at the clouds.

"That one looks like Monokuma."

"Don't remind me of Junko's bear," You frown. "That one looks like Usami."

"That one looks like Cham-p."

"I'm willing to bet that one looks like a guitar."

"That one looks like Sonia."

"Oooh, so true," You mumble, sandwich in hand. "That one looks like Gundham's dog."

"Yeah..." Komaeda mumbles, going back to his bento and taking moments to stare up at the clouds you were looking at. "I wonder if my blue is the same blue as yours."

"Even if it isn't, isn't it lovely that we still love the same colors?" You grin. "And we love the same people."

"Yes," Komaeda grins at you. "It's beautiful."

"Of course it is." You match his grin, sun shining behind you. "Because it's with you."

"Mhm."

[utoshi-san]

Новая хенд мейд свеча от моего любимого бренда уходовой косметики Happy bubbles. Мне ее положили в подарок к заказу и вот сегодня настало время её попробовать 💕 Она чудесно пахнет чем-то парфюмным, безумно приятно.

Мне нравится минималистичный дизайн. Надеюсь она не быстро догорит.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Victoria finds a nice secluded chapel, walking to the alter, she kneels before it, shrugging off her shirt before opening the case she brought with her, the candle light glitters on steel and barbs as she pulls out the small electo flail, powering it up before striking it against her bare back, a network of scars showing this is not the first time she has done such an act.

She slowly prays as she strikes herself again and again, the smell of ozone and burnt flesh filling the air as blood starts to drop down her back, she is alone or so she thinks, till a voice speaks out. "Why do you do that?"

Victoria blinks, brough out of her trance as she looks up at a robed figure, the markings on their outfit list them as a neyophite, a scout of the chapter, but the figures voice, feminine speaks of an older soul. "Why do you do that?" She repeated.

Victoria clears her throat. "I have erred, sinned in his eyes." She raised one hand to the statue of the Emperor. "Soi must purge myself, through pain and suffering."

The robbed figure tilts her head. "That seems foolish, why would he want one of his warriors to wound them selves?"

Victoria feels a bubble of anger. "It is the sacrafice he demands of us, a pale shadow of the sacrafice he himself made for all of humanity!" She snaps.

The scout raises a hand. "I meant not to anger you sister, I have not ,et your kind before, your ways are strange and alien to me as mine must be to you." She says softly.

Victoria suddenly felt guilty for snapping, this was a scout, despite their augmentations and size, they where but children, taken by the chapter and reshaped for war. "I am at fault, my humours have been ill balanced since coming aboard, finding not one, but two xenos in the care of a Primarch? It has shaken my faith."

The scout chuckles. "Ah, you met mother and auntie P'oh?"

Victoria just stares as the scout pushes back her hood to reveal a strong, patriarchal face, her blond hair tied in two braids leading back to a bum, but what stood out the most was the pointed ears. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Minerva Guilliman, daughter of the lord of the thirteenth, imperial Regent."

Victoria let's out a slight whimper before fainting.

Minerva pouts. "Well that is a first..." She kneels down and collects the sister of battle, cleaning up after her, she nods to the statue of the Emperor. "Grandfather." She says politely before taking Victoria to the nearest Medicaid.

[bracketsoffear]

Ice Dog Sandwich (Oscar Mayer) "The Ice Dog Sandwich includes hot dog sweet cream, spicy Dijon Gelato, is infused real bits of candied Oscar Mayer hot dogs and is served on a cookie bun.

The company partnered with NYC’s imaginative hand-made ice cream company, il laboratorio del gelato, to help translate the experience of eating your favorite Oscar Mayer hot dog in frozen form."

Please note that the ice cream is split so that no matter how you eat it, you're going to get a mouthful of either mustard ice cream or "hot dog sweet cream", a phrase which makes me shudder.

Quarter Pounder Scented Candle Set (McDonald's) "Each of the custom-scented candles comes in a glass container and smells like a different Quarter Pounder ingredient: Bun, Ketchup, Pickle, Cheese, Onion and “100% Fresh Beef.” And while you may yearn to burn each of the candles individually and fill your home solely with the scent of burning ketchup or cheese, the product page on the Golden Arches Unltd. site where McDonald’s has made them available as part of its new Quarter Pounder Fan Club merch drop... suggests you burn all six of the weirdly fragrant soy-wax-blend votives together “for maximum deliciousness.”"

[meadowdecor]

Hi everyone ❤️ in this acc you can find many ideas for craft candles. With love , Asya

[thefloorisbalaclava]

@shakespeareanwannabe these spoke to me. I'm sure you understand