#Spicy

[sleepyseaslug]

bunny girlfriends :)

[luna-azzurra]

Spicy Dialogue Starters Pack

Slow Burn That’s About to Explode

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."

"Say that again. Slower."

"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"

"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."

"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"

"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."

"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"

"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."

"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"

"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged

"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."

"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."

"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."

"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

"Admit it. You like it when we fight."

"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."

"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."

"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."

"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."

"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"

Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)

"You're shaking." – "So are you."

"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."

"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."

"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."

"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity

"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."

"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."

"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."

"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"

"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"

"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."

"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."

"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"

Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers

"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."

"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."

"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."

"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"

"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."

"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."

"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."

"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."

"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."

"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap

"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."

"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."

"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."

"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."

"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."

"Don’t act like you don’t want this too."

[bastart13]

Isi and Ro (@bevsi's Heartstrings lesbians) are still great

[thristyperson]

Oh dear god

Sylus & Zayne~ *All my 🔞art on Patreon

[linecrosser]

mind blown

[vaultbunnie]

first rodeo 🐎 spanking and aftercare for them both 🫂 (uncensored on bluesky)

[dirtyspicythoughts]

[daily-deliciousness]

Gochujang noodles

[naariel]

"But perhaps there is more that I want..." "This 'more' that you want. What is it?" "Not what. Who."

Explicit [NSFW]

Just Halsin thinking about Tav late at night, torn between them and being dedicated to give the Shadowcurse his full and undivided attention. Show some restraint, Archdruid!

Not pictured; Tav being exactly the same their own tent. (let's pretend they have one)

In true Halsin tradition, I'll attach a song for vibe. Now SURPRISINGLY, it's not a "sexy song". Could I have used one? Yeah totally. But the bittersweet pining fits this painting really well. And it's present on pretty much every single Halsin playlist I've seen haha (including Dave's)

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

thank you for coming to my TED talk

[nightshadowcat]

It's a new (very) wet cat Viktor! Just added a new spicy collection on Patreon, just saying 👀 gotta feed the nation www.patreon.com/c/NightshadowCat

[kdpartworks]

Can we make this canon please

oh wait, i'm the author, actually I can

I'm sure Zeus would crack up laughing, even if this cloudysseus wouldn't come from the trauma of the 600 strikes, since it's not canon in divine affairs

[rosieroseraw]

halloween is just around the corner... you know what that means

DEMON AU TIME

[awkwardsaweeb]

Hello! Could I request Malleus breeding and overstimulating his female s/o no matter how exhausted she is?

Malleus held you closely as you trembled from the intensity of the last wave of pleasure. You were breathless, every part of you exhausted, yet the moment he pulled away to look into your eyes, you saw that familiar glint of insatiable desire.

“Just one more,” he whispered, his voice deep and commanding, as if he could will your body to respond. He didn’t give you a chance to protest. With a swift motion, he lifted you effortlessly, laying you back against the plush cushions once more.

Before you could catch your breath, Malleus was on you again, his lips crashing against yours with a fervor that sent shockwaves through you. His hands roamed possessively, finding that familiar warmth between your thighs, coaxing you back to the edge with an urgency that left you gasping.

“Feel it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Let go for me.”

As he delved deeper, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of passion, where exhaustion became a distant memory against the overwhelming tide of pleasure he was ready to unleash once more.

Malleus's touch was electric, his fingers tracing intricate patterns on your skin as if he were mapping out every inch of you. He didn't wait for your breath to steady before he was sliding down your body, his lips blazing a trail of kisses along your stomach, your hips, and finally, between your thighs.

You gasped as he parted you, his tongue finding your most sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. He licked and sucked, his movements deliberate and relentless, drawing out moans from deep within you. Your hips bucked against his mouth, but he held you firm, his strong hands gripping your thighs, keeping you open to his ministrations.

Just as you were about to crest that wave, he pulled back slightly, his fingers replacing his tongue, plunging deep inside you. He curled them, hitting that spot that made you see stars, his thumb circling your clit with a steady, maddening pressure.

"Malleus," you panted, your voice a mix of plea and protest. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"One more, love," he growled, his voice vibrating against you, sending shivers up your spine. He lowered his head again, his tongue joining his fingers, pushing you higher and higher until you were crying out, your body convulsing with another intense release.

But he didn't stop. Even as you rode out the waves, he continued his assault, his touches gentler but no less insistent. He was building you up again, his relentless pursuit of your pleasure leaving you boneless and gasping, utterly consumed by his love.

[astoldbyaja]

Unbowed - 31 (Sinners 2025)

Chayton’s POV

Everything’s moving fast around me, the sky is dark, but my brain says it’s morning. I’m running swift and hard through the trees; her hand is in mine. We are running toward the light. Shadows and demons are chasing after us. My tomahawk is firmly in one hand, while my other squeezes her. The daylight is so close, it’s all we need to get to in order to be safe. However, my arm is yanked back and I stopped and looked back at herm panting. Nysa has stopped running removing her hand from mine; eyes filled with pain. I was confused and panicked.

“Come!” I said trying to pull her with me and she shook her head stepping back.

“No… I can’t go with you.” she said, her voice pained, and I shook my head confused.

“What?” I asked and she holds her sleeve up revealing the red bite mark in arm. My eyes widened at the red bloody marks that are engraved in her skin. My eyes widened in pain, and I shook my head and looked at her.

“No.” I said, and she begins to back away. My heart sinks and I shake my head.

“No, Nysa!” I call to her taking a step forward.

“Go.” she encourages, black veins spreading over her face as she succumbs to the sickness, fangs growing through her teeth. “GO!” She pushes me away and I roar out in pain as I back away.

“My heart!” I scream in pain as the shadows grab on to her body and pull her into the darkness. No! I let out a war cry and run into the darkness tomahawk up and ready to fight, to kill, to do what is needed to bring her back! However, before I can make a connect with my tomahawk, the shadows fade and I see only a face at the end of it all…

Nysa’s POV

Too excited to truly sleep, I woke up many times in the night, to make sure Chayton was still here with me, naked in the bed. His body is still facing me, eyebrows knitting together sometimes. I look him over for a moment noticing his hand is shaking ever so lightly on the curve of my hip. He stirs a bit, and I can tell he’s having a nightmare. No. Not before our wedding. I raise my hand and slowly press my hand to his calloused cheek.

His body calms and he slowly opens his eyes; dark hooded eyes see me. I can tell he looks worried- devasted almost as he sees me. He’s unsettled, and I’ve never known him to ever be, so I lean in and just rest my forehead against his. He leans in almost immediately and nuzzles his forehead into mine.

“Nightmare?” I asked ever so gently. He nodded silently, dark eyes locked on me. I can tell in his eyes, how they shift to look into my eyes. Something has truly frightened him. So, I take one of his hands and bring it to the top of my left breast. “Feel my heartbeat… let it calm you.”

His warm palm seems to rest- no melt into my skin as I move to touch his chest over his heart. I feel his heart beating against my palm. His eyes flutter some as his thumb ever so gently caresses my soft skin.

“I would cut my heart out a thousand times over if it meant yours could beat until old age takes your last breath.” he promises in a low tone, and my eyes deepen on his face as I know he means it.

“Don’t worry it’ll never come to that.” I said with a warm yet tired smile as we dip our foreheads together and our eyes close in unison.

Every minute the sun was out, things were exciting. Chayton and I arrived at the tribal grounds, and we separated for the remainder of the day. Man and young boys carry firewood for the fires to be created when night came, and the girls and women were all carrying hunks of meat to Talking Owl’s home preparing the food. Marcus met with Chayton and Isaac and a few other warriors and together the men were walking in the tent, preparing for the event.

I could hear Choctaw hymns being sung throughout the tribe. I wanted to help cook, but Talking Owl wouldn’t allow it. Many were already gathering at the heart of the of the area.

Abigail and I were off in the couple’s bedroom as she was helping me put on my dress.

“This requires no brassiere or under garments… you must be ready to remove your clothes and be bare before the chief when you both lay together as man and wife.” she said helping me pull on the dress, closing the front and tying it with the two long strings in the front. I looked down a bit flushed at the thought of us having this talk. She was smiling so much, and she looked up at me. “You look beautiful.”

I smiled at her words, my hair in a braid. Many elderly came to give me beautiful, beaded pins to put in my hair saying it was like carrying their families with me as I would be officially a Choctaw woman. Talking Owl told me a few traditions of Choctaw marriage. Usually, the mother of the bride hosted, picking the wedding ceremony and where the feast would be. Seeing as I had no one here, Talking Owl was more than happy to take on that duty.

“Thank you… I know this wedding won’t be too long… it’s not like a Christian wedding.” I said. She nodded to confirm my words.

“Yes. Usually, the bride’s father walks with her to meet the man and they take each other’s hands and the bride’s father tells them the responsibilities of being a good Choctaw husband. He will ask the man if he has truly heard his words and then you will be husband and wife.” she said now moving over to the other side of the room toward a familiar dresser. It was the one Miles had made for the couple of this home. I smiled at seeing the polished wood and engraving of his initials on the side.

“Well, my father won’t be here for any of that, but Marcus has enough wisdom to share. I am truly thankful that both he and Talking Owl have done this for me. I am blessed for you and everyone who has decided to help me and embrace me as your own.” I said warmly. I could hear her sniffling as she finally turns to me and looks at me. I looked at her to see tears of joy sliding down her soft features as she holds up a white cloth to me.

She approached me with it and nodded.

“It is also customary for the groom to present a gift to the family of the bride, but since it’s just you, he felt this gift would be perfect for you.” she said holding it up to me. I blinked curiously and slowly took the cloth and started to carefully open it. I was stunned at the beaded earrings that were in my hands. Perfect bold beadwork in circles stared back with me. Soft, illuminous stones were imbedded in them.

“White stands for purity and balance.” Abigail said. My fingers moved down the dangling fringe and I was familiar with the patterns. It was the same pattern on the sash he’d wear when preparing to hunt them. My eyes watered and I felt the love I have for that man grow even more. “May I?” I looked at her and nodded, my fingers shaking too much to do it myself. She began to hold up the first earring and move to my head.

“I had found out about you from the chief when he came home from bathing in the river… I was passing his tent as he spoke with Marcus. He said “I met a girl. A beautiful girl that is married and it makes my heart sad to know that”.” she said, and my eyes raised in curiosity as I feel the first earring go through the hole in my left ear.

“Marcus said “Who is this girl? I know all the men and their daughters, and you’ve rejected nearly half the wedding proposals. What warrior’s daughter ha your attention”.” she said, and we both chuckled as I could imagine Marcus was even more curious of the woman who grabbed his chief’s attention.

“What did Chayton say?” I couldn’t help but ask. Abigail smiled more as she raised the second earring to my ear.

“He said… “She is our new neighbor… a woman whose skin is so beautifully kissed by the sun spirits themselves that to touch her skin would burn my soul entirely”.” she said. A tear fell down my cheek at her words, as she placed the earring through my ear. Once the secured the earring and took a step back, she looked me over and nodded. She then stepped forward and took my hands in hers.

“I was sad when your husband died, sad for you. But my heart dances happily now to see you happy again, to see our chief happy.” she said. I sniffled some and immediately hugged her. She hugged me back carefully as to not ruin my outfit. A gentle knock was on the door, and we stepped back and looked to see Talking Owl standing there with her own tribal dress on.

“It’s time.” she said holding her hand out to me. “I will walk with you and give you to Chayton.”

I smiled and looked at Abigail who smiled and together we all left the room. My moccasins fit snug on my feet, and I followed Talking Owl from the cabin, and I looked to see all of the tribe standing in the heart of the settlement and Talking Owl walked with me as we approached the large group.

Some were in their cultural attire, others in regular clothes, but had earrings, sashes and other cultural items on them. But his attention is what caught me immediately. He was in black jeans and a buttoned-up shirt, his own Choctaw sash around his body. His hat wasn’t on, nor did he wear black gloves that would usually be on his hands. No today he would have nothing block our skin from touching.

His eyes widened some with joy and happiness as I approached him. As we grew closer to the large group, many began to spread out and stand together in a circle around us.

Chayton’s form grew closer and closer. All I can thank about is his hand on my heart, my hand on his heart. Now we were standing almost chest to chest, his head down on me and my head up on him. He gave a soft breath of relief as he looks on either side of my face, seeing his gift in my ears. Talking Owl placed her hand on my shoulder and I looked at her and we shared a smile before she moved to stand behind Marcus.

Kene and Abigail stood together with warm smiles. Even Isaac and the other warriors were standing tall with pride and firm nods at the sight. Marcus looked between us.

“Chief Chayton Black Elk, take Nysa’s hand in yours.” Marcus instructed calmly, yet like a businessman. Chayton’s eyes left mine for a brief moment as he moved to take hold of my hands. His hands never looked so large over my hands in this moment. Our smiles grew as the warmth radiated through our hands. My heart is fluttering as our eyes meet. Everyone’s eyes are on us, I feel them on us, but I didn’t see them. I only saw him.

Marcus raises a hand up, so all see him and we both looked at him too.

“The word husband means different things to other tribes all over this world. Here what it means to be a true Choctaw husband, means standing with strength and humility. He provides for his family not only with food and shelter, but with respect and gentleness. His duty is to honor his wife as a partner, a guide and a mentor like he will be for her. He will protect her and their children, work hard, and carry himself with honesty and dignity. A Choctaw husband keeps balance in the home, listens as much as he leads, and ensures that love, respect and tradition guide his steps.” he said.

As Marcus says these wise words, I am looking at Chayton in a different light. From the man I once saw bathing in the lake and the man who has killed for me and has held me as I cried for the death of my last husband. His eyes are strong; the contours of his face seem to be mapped out on my fingers from nights of touching his face. The wind blows his hair a bit and I smell the pine and earth scents that drew me to him before.

“Chayton… have you heard the words I have spoken and understand them?” Marcus asked. Chayton’s smile grows much like mine, his hand giving me a light squeeze.

“Yes.” Chayton said warmly and I smiled more. Marcus nodded then looked at me with the same wise eyes as his voice.

“Nysa, since your ways are still your own, it is customary during Christian weddings for a man to kiss his bride. Although it is not our way, you may do so if you wish and you will be his wife.” he said. I looked at the elder with growing excitement and then looked at Chayton. He smiled big and leaned down already capturing my lips with his. This kiss was unlike our usual kisses, although filled with love, it symbolized a whole new meaning of our love.

Abigail is the first to cheer happily letting out a joyous whooping noise and Kene follows her right along. Isaac and Thomas follow suit and now everyone is cheering happily all around us. It is truly a joyous moment one I would never forget…

That night

Choctaw hymns painted the night sky as fire blazed heavily. Food was being eaten, and people were dancing together around the fire. Chayton’s voice stood out the most as he sang loud and proud with the other men and women.

“Heyo mayo heye maye he heyo maye heye.

Puyumuyumuwan puyuwankumuwan

waqaqta qawaspa wiqy ñawiyuqta.

Puyumuyumuwan puyuwankumuwan

waqaqta qawaspa wiqy ñawiyuqta.

The tribe joined in on the joyous song their chief sang, and I smiled and moved my hips along with the music from my seat. I could feel the pull of the song as did many for more and more of the tribe got to their feet dancing. Even the children began to dance.

Heyo mayo heye maye he heyo maye heye.

Wayanaku kayman puyunta pawayman

piwi wawaykypa sunqunta suwayman.

Heyo mayo heye maye he heyo maye heye.

Puyumuyumuwan puyuwankumuwan

waqaqta qawaspa wiqy ñawiyuqta.

My feet moved to the singing and I didn’t even realize I was on my feet dancing along with Abigail and Kene, our feet moved in perfect rhythm together.

Heyo mayo heye maye he heyo maye heye.

Wayanaku kayman puyunta pawayman

piwi wawaykypa sunqunta suwayman.

Heyo nayo heye naye he heyo naye heye.”

The elders moved happily their bodies jumping up and down joining in the singing. I had never felt so focused on a song before. Chayton took my hand and spun me about still singing all around me. It felt like many were dancing around us, not just the tribe, but something on a deeper, spiritual level. Chayton’s eyes seemed to have the fire raging in his orbs, that only made us feel even more compelled to move, to dance to the beating of the drums only we could hear in our minds.

That night we all danced like we were the only ones on this continent free to hunt, to love, to dance the night away living until the spirits called us home. Chayton’s forehead dips into mine his panting low, echoing in mind as my own breathing echoes above his. Our foreheads press together, eyes fluttering closed. We hear someone let out a loud war cry that echoes through us all bringing our bodies to life.

Normal POV

Carmine Solara was on the hunt. A church of colored folks was ripe for the picking. Now he wasn’t like his older brother, he was more practical. Churches were dangerous and that just made him want to hunt there. He liked going to… dangerous places, he deemed it forbidden fruit. You step foot in a church, and your skin will catch fire so quick. He’s seen it, seen vampires try to step into churches to feast only for the holy place to burn them to a crisp. But if colored blood can give them the sun, maybe it will also give them the invitation as well. He was eyeing a few people already starting to leave the church.

But something stops him, something stops his movements from the darkness of the forest. Another sound calls him. Singing? It was the most beautiful singing he has ever heard. His body rises into the air, and he follows this joyous song far and deep into the forest. How could he not. He felt he was a cultured man despite being the undead. All he sees is a bright dot in the distance and his eye shine shimmers. People already outside? Well, that’s too easy.

He stops however, a strange smell is all around him and he looks around before looking back toward the dancing Indians. His eyes widened as he sees them move in ways he has never seen before. They were like spirits. Forms bright like the fire moving all around, eyes dark as the night. The one singing, the big Indian from the market with the colored girl his brother wants. His voice was dangerous unlike anything he had ever heard. It shouts death even if it sounds fun to the ears of humans. ‘That smell!’ He’s dancing with the colored woman. She dawns an Indian dress and jewelry! She’s obviously been accepted into the tribe, no not just accepted. It’s a ceremony, she most likely married that big Indian. ‘What is that fucking smell?’

His senses catch the oncoming force that’s running at him, just in time, but also too late. He turns to his left, as he sees an Indian with rage in his eyes, donning black and red war paint over his face. He gives a violent whooping war cry as he raises his silver hatchet. Kene…

Nysa’s POV

The dancing continues with many moving their bodies around the fire. Elders are laughing with young warriors and talking about times of their youth and the battles they have fought. I was merely walking from the fire, so the heat does not completely make me sweat. However, Chayton’s already doing the same stepping away from the fire dancing and stopping a few feet from me. His eyes are dark as they are locked on me. I stare at him knowing what is to happen next, knowing what we both have been looking forward to. He approaches me in even strides, saying nothing else as he takes my hand and turns and pulls me toward the direction of his cabin.

Author's Notes

Song is Puyuy Muyuy Muan - Saiwa

So yeah my back is still in recovery so i had to split this into two parts. Can’t sit for very long 🥲Anyways stay locked in until tomorrow when everything comes to ahead!!!

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[ash-rigby]

TIME TO RANDOMIZE YOUR GENITALS

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