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Black Velvet Cake + Salted German Dark Chocolate Buttercream
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Black Velvet Cake
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Black Velvet, 2023, by eXoMod Concepts. A contemporary Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat that has been restyled to look like a 1968 Dodge Charger. The process takes 1,500 hours with the new bodywork being fabricated in carbon fibre. Mechanically the car is unchanged but the new bodywork reduces the car's weight by 400lbs so performance is improved. The Black Velvet coats $325,000 or $345,000 for a Jailbreak edition.
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Continuing my only Valentine’s tradition: wearing red and watching horror movies 🥀 Dress by I Do Declare, flower crown and hand painted “Once More With Feeling earrings by me, boots Strangecvlt.
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Jean-Louis Scherrer Fall 1994 Collection
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galina · 9 months
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Brighton: a black velvet in a pewter cup, the sea spray, your hand on my back in the club, dark wood panelled coffee shop, the smooth pink inner of a vacant shell in the sand
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shopwitchvamp · 7 months
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Shop drop time! Today's restock is live now 💖
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Lots of great designs went up today including some more joggers by @vetiverfox. Come take a look while they're still all here!! 🖤witchvamp.com🖤
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Spiderweb Black velvet Cake
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Stevie performing at the Day on the Green Festival in Oakland, CA, May 7th, 1977.
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sweetoothgirl · 1 year
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Spooky Black Buttercream Frosted Red Velvet Cake
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fullcravings · 6 months
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Moist Black Velvet Cupcakes
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moonlight-prose · 1 year
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♱ SINCE I'VE BEEN LOVING YOU ♱
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a/n: it's been a minute since i wrote anything for this man, but you know what he deserves a spot in kinktober. and this is a fic i've held onto for so long so i'm just shoving it into this list. i hope you enjoy! (p.s. to the black velvet lovers....chapter eleven is coming soon)
day two - breeding kink | kinktober 2022
summary: Finally the image you had of your future with him was beginning to form and to you…it was beautiful.
word count: 2.5k+
pairing: 1980s!din djarin x f!reader
warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, slight rough sex, breeding kink, female masturbation, biting.
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This whiskey should have been the cause for this situation. Fuck you so badly wanted to blame it on that amber liquid, but there was not even a drop of it in your veins. No lasting effect of alcohol to explain this. You were in a drunken haze, watching as he stood at the foot of the bed, curling his hand around your bare ankle. Leaning back on your elbows, you tried to steady the erratic beating of your heart to appease the blinding need in your body.
You wouldn’t survive him. You knew that the second you laid eyes on him, but oh what a glorious death it would be. Killed by the look of love that seared into your skin, by the tender way he held your body and the even softer words he called you.
“Sweetheart,” he called to you gently, his thumb rubbing into the skin of your calf.
“Yes?” The word was a breath of air exhaled on your lips. You weren’t even sure he heard you clearly.
The flash of lust in his eyes confirmed that he did—that he liked how quickly he was able to rile you up. You had half a mind to leave him hanging, but his palm sliding up your bare leg froze your thoughts. He stopped at the very edge of your skirt, never moving an inch more. It was maddening. He was maddening.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you are tonight?”
Your heart fluttered in your chest. Just when you think he couldn’t make you fall in love with him anymore, he goes and says something like that.
“I don’t think you did,” you teased, stretching your leg out even further until your foot dangled off his shoulder. “How will you make it up to me Romeo?”
A devilish smile crossed his lips, his eyes darkening even further as his palm slid up underneath your skirt. His fingertips tracing right below the very edge of the black lace underwear he’d seen you slip on earlier. There was no weight to his touch. Nothing that you could hopefully push yourself onto and that unnerved you more than his smile did. He kissed your ankle, mouthing at it and sharply biting down, causing you to shudder. You knew he liked toying with you. That was part of the reason why you became so pliant when he held you like this.
“Don’t tease,” you said.
He wanted to play his game of seduction—like always—then you’d one up him at his own game. You’d done it before. Always finding ways to make him snap. It’s like he took pleasure in making himself wait, in allowing you to take what you wanted until he said no more.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Oh…so he really wanted to play. Smiling sweetly at him, you reached for the hem of your skirt and yanked it upwards until the entire piece of fabric was wrapped around your waist. You never gained satisfaction quite like watching Din falter when you gained the upper hand on him. Was he really expecting you to lay on this bed fully clothed? 
The sight of your glistening pussy was on complete display for him, your slick practically dripping down your inner thighs, and you audibly heard him take in a shuddered breath. Yeah…there was nothing quite like this. His eyes were a near pitch black, the grip on your leg was nearing the point of pain, and you had never been more content in your life. He wanted to play. So…you played. From the looks of his demeanor, you ultimately won in the end, but he was just getting started.
“When did you take them off?” he demanded. His tongue peeked out to lick at his bottom lip as if he was already relishing in the taste of you before he got to the real thing. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had it committed to memory by now.
You smirked, reaching down and spreading yourself for him with two fingers. “Remember when you threatened to take me upstairs and bend me over the kitchen table after seeing this skirt?”
He exhaled a shuddered breath. “The bar wasn’t even open yet.”
“Yeah,” you sighed, sliding a finger along your pussy, gathering enough slick and dragging it back up to your clit where you circled it lightly, moaning at the tingles that spread up your spine. “I know.”
Din let you touch yourself for as long as he could handle it. His eyes trained on the steady rhythm of your fingers, but you could see his control break off piece by piece with every moan you let out. You never understood why the fuck he wanted to torture himself this much. You just never chose to question him. However he found pleasure in you, with you, because of you, did not matter to you. As long as he dragged you off that precipice of pleasure right along with him.
“Do you want a taste?” you asked breathlessly, pressing one finger into your pussy, groaning at the relief that flooded your body.
“Yes.” His voice was rough, fingers gripping your calf so tight you would absolutely be tender there tomorrow.
Smiling, you locked eyes with him, bringing up your now shiny wet fingers to your lips. “Too bad.”
You were sure if you listened hard enough you would be able to hear his control sever in two the second you sucked your fingers into your mouth, groaning at the taste of yourself. But you were so focused on prolonging his torture that you didn’t see him reach for the buckle of his best. He yanked your other leg up over his shoulder and a gasp tore from your throat as you scrambled to grab a hold of him.
“You’re a goddamn tease,” he muttered, helping you drag the shirt and bra from your body, your hands clamoring to rip his shirt off as well. “Wearing this skirt to rile me up and going bare underneath it.”
“Din.” You were whimpering at this point, digging your nails into his shoulders. Fuck, you didn’t even care that you sounded cockdrunk before he even slid inside you. You didn’t give a single shit, because he was caging you against the bed, nearly bending you in half as he slid his cock through the lips of your pussy.
“I should have bent you over that fucking table.” The head of his cock bumped against your clit, causing a pathetic noise to fall from your lips. “You’d have looked so pretty leaking my cum all night.”
“Fuck!” you cried, digging your hands into his hair and yanking him forward until his lips slotted against yours. “Please fuck me. Please Din.”
He groaned, his tongue sliding against yours hotly and tasting the tangy flavor of you off your own tongue. “I’ve got you sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Both of you gasped into each other’s mouths as his cock slid into you with ease. You were practically dripping onto the bed sheets. He grunted when your walls fluttered, clamping around his cock so tight he had to bite against your neck to stop himself from coming undone. Meanwhile you fared no better. You’d been on edge all night, imagining the different ways you’d finally get to have him once the last customer left the bar. It got to a point where even a slight brush of his hand against yours riled you up.
Except now he was finally inside of you, slowly rocking his hips and testing to see if you were ready for him to move. You were ready five fucking minutes ago. Hell you were ready the second you saw him tonight. Cupping his cheek, you dragged his lips back to yours, your saccharine moan being swallowed by his tongue delving into your mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pulling away and running a thumb along your bottom lip—spreading your combined spit along the already smudged lipstick you wore.
You smiled, taking his thumb into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it until you released it with a pop. “So are you Romeo.”
“I like you like this.”
You hummed, your walls contracting around his cock, dragging a grunt from him. “Like what?”
“Filthy for me.”
Even with your legs up on his shoulders and his cock buried so deep you swore you’d feel him for days, he still managed to make your entire being buzz with something stronger than pleasure. You never could quite figure out what that feeling was, but you never complained. For fear of one day losing it.
“Only for you,” you emphasized, pressing your own thumb into his mouth and sighing as he mimicked your actions from before.
Pulling away, he dug one hand into the sheets beside your head, the other gripping onto your upper thigh. He began to move. Not in the soft reverent way he usually made love to you, nor in the heated passionate way. No, this was different. This was depraved, desperate. He thrusted into you with enough force to almost shove you up the bed and you begged him for more. Crying into his mouth, you raked your nails down his chest as he rammed his cock into you, searching for that perfect angle that would break you into pieces.
“Only for me?” he panted, cupping your breast in one hand and thumbing at your hardened nipple. “You’re mine.”
You nodded, keening when the head of his cock hit right where you needed. He flashed a smile your way, pressing into your more and somehow sliding in an inch deeper. You could feel him everywhere and yet it still wasn’t enough. Gasping, you tried to form coherent words to tell him that you wanted it faster, harder, but he understood you well enough. Snapping his hips forward, he watched your mouth drop open, spit trailing down the side of your cheek as you cried out his name.
“My good girl.” Another sharp thrust against your g-spot tore a wail from your chest. You wouldn’t have been able to speak, you knew that now. “‘M gonna fuck a baby into you.” His words were slurred, the pleasure numbing his brain, but you felt your walls bear down on him, your body going taut.
“Oh fuck,” you managed to choke out, your eyes meeting his as the realization clicked in both your brains. Neither of you were upset with what he just said.
“Yeah?” he breathed. “You want that?” He sped up, the pleasure mounting in your body to an indescribable amount. “You want me to give you a baby sweetheart?”
Without hesitation, he slid his hand between your bodies, swirling his thumb around your clit with practiced ease. Your eyes rolled back, body arching as the white-hot bliss you’d been craving began to seep through your veins. You were right here. He knew you would break at any moment if the way he sped up his thrusts were anything to go by. 
Sobbing his name, you dug your nails into his wrist, keeping his fingers where they were. Tears trailed down your temple and it caused a growl to echo around the room.
“Please!” You knew it wasn’t possible, knew that you were taking birth control consistently, but just the thought of him breeding you sent you into a dizzying high you’d never experienced before.
“Shit,” he groaned, forehead pressing against yours. “Fuck baby I need you to cum.” Din always made sure that you finished long before he did, but you saw the way he was straining against finally letting go. He was fighting his own pleasure to give you yours and that sent what felt like a bolt of lightning up your spine.
Once, twice, three times he circled your clit with enough pressure to snap the pressure in your body in two, causing a flood of mind numbing bliss to spread through you. The sound of your slick, of his cock and the slap of skin against skin was drowned out as a humming took over your ears. He fell over you with a broken moan, your legs shaking and head digging into the pillow beneath you. It was too much. You couldn’t think, speak, let alone move, because you were trapped in the waves of never ending bliss.
His thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release. It took you a few moments for you to realize that you were chanting his name—crying it out like a damn prayer.
Twisting your fingers into his hair, you caught his lips in a kiss, pleading with him to finally let go, for him to fill you up. 
“Give it to me baby.” He gasped against your lips, his eyes opening to meet yours. “I’ll keep it in me until it takes,” you breathed, biting at his bottom lip and sucking it into your mouth.
“Fuck. Oh fuck sweetheart.”
He shattered with a cry of your name, his head falling into the crook of your neck—teeth digging into the skin there. It would be tender later, but for now you relished in the feeling of his cock spurting into you, filling you up until it leaked out and around his cock. Clenching your walls, you stimulated him even more, dragging him underneath the waves of pleasure and watching him fall apart further.
You weren’t sure how long you laid there catching your breath, but eventually he moved. Dropping your legs off his shoulders with a kiss, he pulled out you gently, hissing at the feel of your walls trying to keep him inside. You longed for the press of his warmth against your body. Only you couldn’t speak let alone move. You felt sluggish, unable to do anything more than lie there, waiting for him to return.
Which he did. A glass of water was placed on the nightstand, your skirt was taken off fully, and a pillow was shoved underneath your hips, propping you up. That made your eyes fly open.
“What are you doing?” you asked with a fucked out smile.
Din dropped onto the bed, curling around your body. “Making sure it takes.”
Your stomach fluttered at the thought. “You were serious?”
“I want to have a family with you sweetheart.” Fuck, you had never wanted to go again so fast in your life. “I’ll wait as long as you want, but I’m letting you know now.”
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Okay?”
Nodding, you pressed your lips to his in a kiss so tender it made your toes curl. “I want that too. A family…with you.”
He smiled. So bright that you could feel your chest seize up from the joy that ran through you. You hadn’t seen him smile this big since Liv’s wedding day—the same day you finally answered a question he never thought he’d ask anyone. You knew you wanted this with him more than anything else. 
Finally the image you had of your future with him was beginning to form and to you…it was beautiful.
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thegothicalice · 4 months
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Gothic doll 🦇 Dress from Blackwood Castle, leather vest by Nuit Clothing Atelier, shoes Demonia, jewelry Open the Cellar Door.
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