#implied spice

[kingsdoodles]

I wish I could share spicy art here but I do have the full things up on twitter (same user name as here). Take these cropped though!

[heythereofficerfriendly]

negan: ain’t you a pretty sight <3 

[ashintheairlikesnow]

His hips felt soft in his hands...

His hips felt soft in Kauri's hands. The hands in his hair were oddly gentle. The world spun for them both, sparked bright around the edges. Kauri held sadness at bay with the pill and the skin pressed to his tongue, with the way his throat worked to swallow whatever he was given.

He realizes about halfway through the night, by the third time they have their hands on each other, that he can't remember where he met this guy, or even what part of the city he's in.

What he knows is that he loves the way it feels to lay on his back and feel the dizzying speed of the earth turning, all his nerves on fire with touch and all his thoughts shoved into the cold white light in the back of his mind.

Sometime around dawn, lying in bed with a atranger's arm over his waist, his head starting to feel tight at the temples as everything wears off, he wonders what Jake did last night.

Did Jake think about him, and wonder what he was up to?

Probably not.

But maybe...

Maybe someone thinks about him, when the sun rises, the way he thinks about them. Even if Jake is in his girlfriend's arms, and Kauri is in the arms of a man he'll never see again.

Maybe Jake thinks about him, too.

[bookwormscififan]

A Song of Adoration

Read on AO3!

A/N: I had a completely different story I wanted to write tonight, but it wasn't working out. Instead take this piece that stemmed for just one visual of Mad and Mare waking up on the floor under the piano, a la 'Music and Lyrics' (2007)

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My world is amber lights and lilac glows,

Deep red blushes beneath a constellation of freckles.

Mare leaned against the kitchen counter, lifting his cup to his lips as he watched Mad tidy the coffee table in the living room, morning sunlight washing over his hair and making him look almost angelic. His eye caught on the red flush across Mad’s cheeks, making his freckles stand out like spotlights.

When Mad turned to look at him, Mare simply smiled, drinking his coffee with softness in his eyes.

My love is smarter than the world over,

He’s sweet and gentle and unlike any other.

Mad’s eyes were wide, brow furrowed as he carefully pulled the bandage over Mare’s arm, biting his lip slightly with concern as he checked to make sure he was dressing the wound correctly. Mare had accidentally cut his forearm changing a string on his violin, making it so tight that it snapped and struck his skin. Once Mad had tied off the bandage, Mare used his good arm to pull Mad into his lap, giving him kisses as forms of thanks.

When my eyes close, blocking out the harshness of life,

He’s there in my mind to end my strife.

“It’s okay, it’s alright. You’re home, you’re here, you’re safe.” Mad’s hushed words slowly dragged Mare out of sleep, bringing with them a sense of calm after the nightmare he’d been stuck in. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, you’re alright.”

Mare pulled Mad close, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as silent sobs wracked his body, tucking his face into Mad’s chest as his nightmare slowly faded away.

I have never met anyone as beautiful and compassionate,

And I never will again find someone so perfect.

My world revolves around the scientist inspiring my music,

And his world revolves around my lyrics.

The morning sunshine crept through the only window in the music room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air as the rays slowly brightened the room. The glossy finish on the violin in the corner shone in the sunlight, and the faint spots of dust and smudges of skin could be seen on the piano by the window.

As the sun snuck under the piano, a body shifted, rolling over to cover someone else and hide them from the morning trying to break the calm aura of the area. Dark hair covered eyes that glowed slightly purple, tiredly drawing a curtain to block out the sun as he pulled the floor rug over their bare forms.

Pressing a kiss to the freckled face of the person sleeping beneath him, the musician settled back to sleep, holding Mad close to his body as he closed his eyes.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons

[therezhikitt]

Red Light - TheRezhikitt - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

[glimmerglanger]

Bedroom Conversations

Happy Monday!

I've got "Bedroom Conversations," the next part of the sanguine series, up on ao3!

No major warnings apply for this part, though spicy content is implied (sticking to a T with fade to blacks).

Featuring: Quinlan Vos showing up and jolting some revelations out of Cody and Obi-Wan. ALSO featuring some QuinObi of the long-term FWB variety and...and adjustments to the Codywan pining.

[mollyjames]

hey i just read through your ds3 comic and it was really good! the pacing and tone was really good and i cant help but respect you for straight up writing fanfic at some points

I mean, that entire comic is a fanfic. But I assume you're referring to the, uhh... spicier bits.

[bakuliwrites]

Apprenticember- Day 7

Second week! Let’s go back to their physical description, but go even deeper! Do they have tattoos, piercings, scars, etc? What sort of clothes do they like?

Tattoos

Bakuli has mehndi-like tattoos on her hands and feet. They are celestial in design. Something like the picture below, but a bit more filled out and with a moon and stars. Unlike traditional mehndi, Bakuli's tattoos are permanent. They also glow lavender when she uses her magic. Fun fact: when she, Julian, and Lucio have an official partnership-ceremony/wedding, she has their names hidden on each hand (Lucio on the left, Julian on the right). She additionally has a large backpiece tattoo of elements of the major arcana. Her sister, Bindi, is the one that designed and gave her all her tattoos :)

Link to the artist: https://hennabyheather.com/

Piercings and Scars

Bakuli has a number of piercings. She got them young. Lots in her ears, a septum piercing (usually a simple gold one like the one below, but Lucio loves to buy her various ones with sparkling jewels). She and Julian definitely went to go get nipple piercings together. While Lucio doesn't have any piercings, he's certainly appreciative of the ones his partners do have...

Bakuli has a couple of small scars and burn marks from various magical mishaps. Nothing major though.

Clothing Style

Bakuli wears a lot of flowy dresses, comfortable leotards, and high-waisted pants paired with billowy blouses. She sticks to darker colors, but when she wants a flash of something brighter, she usually picks lavender/lilac, pale pink, or emerald green. Below is an example of a favorite style of dress of hers (dress found on corsetstory)

[overlashing]

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

“✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[Text: Snuggles] I don’t like sitting here at work when I could be at home doing  things to you.

@causticprayer

[narrators-journal]

Persona 4

Characters: OC characters, narukami, Margaret, Elizabeth and Marie.

The birds and the bees: now the trouble is worst.

Narukami's parents wants to see his son after spent a whole year with his uncle and cousin, they Just dind't expect find his son in a Very compromising situation with 3 womans.

Hello dear author, i Glad you liked my ideas and i want to try something more interristing, like your mother and father caughting you in the act. For the mother i imagine her lack of reaction and walking away while the father feel proud for this. Sorry for the long text and Feel free to creste yu's parents caughting him receive a Nice cock workship prom three womans in lingeries while he is covered in lipstick.

Once again Sorry for the long text and be safe, healthy and Alive♥️♥️

This one is a little rough, but I think it’s a little chaotic and amusing. Which is fitting this little trilogy of scenarios. I hope you agree, and I hope you like my slapped together versions of Narukami’s potential parents!

“Do you think your brother would be happy to see us after so long?” Narukami’s father, Haruto, a tired-looking ravenette with professionally neat hair and misty grey eyes asked as he followed his wife into Dojima’s home. “Yes, I’ve already called to inform him of our plans to visit. He said that he’ll be at work for most of the day and Nanako is at school, but we’re free to wait until he gets home.” Mai explained, her long silver hair pulled up into a bun, and her captivating blue eyes alight with good humor. “Plus, this way we could surprise Yu! I’m sure he’s not expecting us, so it’ll be a fun surprise for him to find us here.” “But, dear…” he said with an edge of sadness, “What if he’s not? I mean...we’ve been so busy these past few years, and he had to move here-” Mai put her hands on her husband’s shoulders, a soft smile on her face as she squeezed him warmly, “Haru, come on. Yu is a mature boy, I’m sure he’ll understand. Have some hope, honey.” she encouraged, and while those misty pools didn’t seem entirely convinced, Haruto nodded.

And, with that, the two began to explore the lower floor of the home. “Oh, they all went fishing,” Mai noted to her husband as she picked up a picture of her son from a small drawer by the stairs. The picture of him with a girl of about seven sat upon his shoulders in some overalls and a bucket hate at a lake, a tackle box in one of the teen’s hands, and a pair of fishing poles in the other. “Nanako also seems to like him, she’s drawn him.” Haruto reported in return, bringing over a small drawing of a stick figure of Narukami weilding a sword against a monster to protect Nanako. “Oh how sweet, he always did have a way with kids.” Mai chuckled, only for their exploration to fall short at the sound of an upstairs door, quickly followed by footsteps.

Soon, a short girl with choppy, dark brown hair came into view. The only issue, was that she wore little beyond one of Narukami’s button up shirts. Wide open, with not even a thread of underwear beneath. “O-oh, my god.” Haruto squeaked, his hand instantly slapped over his eyes as his wife and the unknown girl simply stared at one another for a long moment. Their silent staring contest only broken when Marie whispered in horror, “A-are...are you Narukami’s parents?” which, only got a silent nod from the unphased, silver-haired woman. And, in response, all of the blood drained from Marie’s face in an instant.

And, in a flash, she spun on her heel, the shirt now clutched shut in her hands as she scrambled back up the stairs with a shriek. “OH MY GOD, NARUKAMI WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR PARENTS WERE HERE?!”

And just like that, pandemonium broke out within Dojima’s modest home.

Narukami’s mom and dad could both hear hurried footsteps and voices from the upper floor. Which, Mai found amusing, but her husband still seemed a little pale. “Mai-mai, maybe we should go. Let the kids-” Haruto’s red-faced whisper cut off when a second woman, an older looking one, with wavy white hair and only the bottom portion of a very lacey, fancy lingerie set on and golden eyes came into view, another, similar-looking woman hot on her heels. “Oh my, are you really Narukami’s parents?” Margaret asked with an edge of excitement and surprise in her words, to which, Mai nodded calmly, her husband having turned his back to the stairs to not see anymore women in undress. “My, you have quite impressive breasts, madame.” Mai said to Margaret nonchalantly. Her unshaken calmness enough to shock the attendants before her son finally pulled the snowy-haired women back out of sight to make his own appearance before his parents.

And, much like his...friends, Narukami wasn’t the best dressed for company. However, he had at least apparently tried to get his clothes in order before he came downstairs, as he did have a shirt and pants, they were simply backwards, or unzipped.

Though, while Yu stood at the bottom of the stairs, two of the three women with him still there, peeking down at Mai and Haruto Narukami like curious children, he didn’t say anything to his parents. So, Mai took the initiative. “You know, Yu. Handcuffs aren’t a very good option for bondage.” “MOTHER.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Danny tying Nate up!!! XD

The dads being sexy and flirty having date night!

Just in a comfy and soft mood!

Oh gosh yes. I think one thing that I find interesting is that Nate handles Danny wanting to try out tying him up really well, and is far less nervous about it than Danny is. But I think it fits with how he deals with things in general, he is a little less prone to flight or freeze than Danny.

Then again , Danny fumbles a little, and he looks so gorgeous and amazing while he's trying, and he has to stop and ask Nate advice, and his hair falls over his eyes a certain way making him shake it away in this gesture that is so quintessentially him...

[vitafurtiva]

🐦 

[hoofpeet]

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[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober day 14: Begging + Wildcard

MINORS DNI

dom top gn genitals ambiguous reader (could be amab or wearing strap), sub bottom Stu Macher, sub (soon to be bottom) Billy Loomis, begging, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cucking?, heavily implied poly billy reader n stu

“Please, please,” Billy finally wails, “I’ll be a good boy, I promise, I’ll be good, please touch me- Fuck!” 

He’s been tied up in a chair for half an hour now, watching as you fuck Stu all soft and gentle because he was a good boy, and Billy (predictably) wasn’t. 

Billy had gone through some phases as he’d been sitting there. First he’d been so cocky, claiming that he would never beg. That he'd be able to wait patiently until you’d both climaxed. He had told you and Stu to take your time with the foreplay, that he didn’t want either of you to feel rushed to get to him, that he was content watching.

Then, of course, he’d gotten bratty. When you finally started fucking yourself into Stu’s hole you’d heard Billy speak up again, whining about how he wanted to be fucked now, that you were both being selfish leaving him tied up. That he wanted to be fucked (but he didn't utter a single "please"), that he was so hard it hurt!

It was in this phase that you nearly pulled out of Stu to go gag Billy, but the man under you was clinging to you so sweetly, moaning so beautifully, babbling on and on about how good he felt, you absolutely did not want to leave him to deal with Billy’s bad behavior.

Then Billy had gone quiet. You’d bet money that he drooled a bit as he watched you fuck Stu nice and deep. Of course the silence didn’t last for long, especially not when Stu started teasing him.

Stu, through choked giggles and snorts, had began to subtly taunt Billy, telling the other man that he felt so good, that you were fucking him so well, that he was so glad he’d been a good boy. And now you’re here, in the begging (and mild anger) phase. 

“If my ass isn’t filled in the next minute I’m going to kill someone,” Billy threatens, and just as easily as the threat passes his lips he whines, “please, please, I feel so empty I need it, I need you, I need to be fucked, please?” 

You get whiplash from how quickly he shifts from mood to mood. Stu whimpers under you, “I’m gonna cum soon,” he tells you softly, so quietly that Billy won’t hear. You snap your hips, harder, deeper, and faster.

“Wait your turn Billy,” you chastise lightly, looking over to see him looking at you with wild, pleading, frantic eyes, “I’ll fuck you good soon,” you promise. And as if on cue, Stu cums underneath you, arching into your touch as he jerks and squirms. He moans loudly, the sound filling the room and stopping Billy from being able to beg any longer. 

You, of course, bring your attention back to Stu, fucking him through his orgasm. He lets out a pleased hum when he’s done, pulling you down to kiss him. 

“I can’t wait to see what you do to Billy,” he giggles mischievously, whining as you pull out.

Billy bites his lip, trying to look as innocent as possible now that he has both his lovers' attention. He’s not fooling anyone, but it seems the punishment did as it was supposed to. Because with how red and hard Billy's cock is right now, you imagine he’ll be as best behaved as he can in order to have you help him get off.

[sirianasims]

The next summer, Jessica and her fiancé Nicolas were getting married, and they had invited us to their destination wedding in Sulani. Griffin and Daria were coming too, even though their daughter Myra was only a few months old.

We had all landed in Sulani in the evening and found our bungalows. Now we were unpacking and getting ready for bed.

“Do you need to call your dad, check in on the girls?”

“No. This vacation is for adults only. If there was a problem, he would call us.”

“I’m really proud of you, Freya. You used to be a mess of anxiety every time the girls left your sight, and now you’re putting them on planes all by themselves.”

“If Daria and Griffin can leave a tiny baby with her relatives for a few days, I can send my kids to Brindleton Bay. I refuse to get all hysterical about these things anymore.”

“Freya, I told you, hysteria is not a thing.”

“I know, I’m just teasing you.”

Samuel lowered his voice and spoke quietly into my ear.

“Actually, do you know how doctors used to treat hysteria in the 19th century?”

“No?”

I felt his body pressed close to my back, his breath on my shoulder as he kissed it.

“Pelvic massages.”

“Oh? Then maybe I am feeling a little bit hysterical. I should probably see a doctor about it.”

“Maybe we should finish unpacking first.”

“As you wish, sir.”

Samuel didn’t laugh.

“… Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again.”

“… As you wish, sir.”

“Fuck.”

Samuel mouthed the word, and I felt how he reached down and adjusted himself slightly behind me.

I finally caught on and turned to him. This was new territory.

“What seems to be the problem, sir?”

“You are. You have always been my biggest fucking problem, woman.”

“Oh, I am a problem, am I?”

[implied spice below cut]

He sat down on the bed, but before he could react, I quickly kneeled between his legs while I undid his belt.

I looked up at him as I took him into my mouth, enjoying the look of surprise on his face. It didn’t take long before his breathing became erratic.

“Freya… You have to stop, I’m so close.”

I briefly let go of him.

“Is that an order, sir?”

His only reply was a sharp intake of breath as I continued.

A few minutes later, we were lying on the bed together, suitcases still not unpacked.

Samuel chuckled.

“Definitely a vacation for adults only.”

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[veinsfullofstars]

“I. Am going. To kill that rat.” “What was that, Boss?” “I said, BACK TO YOUR POSTS NOW!” “Y-Y-Yes, sir, right away, sir!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic, Kintsugi AU, four borderless panels featuring Dark Meta Knight, Mirror Axe Knight, and Mirror Mace Knight, in which the latter two comment on their leader’s interesting new battle scars, much to his restrained dismay. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Good thing his minions aren’t the brightest bulbs in the bunch - otherwise they’d’ve found out about all the friendly hugs he’s been getting in his off-time.

(… this isn’t too much, is it? Stars, I hope not. I tried to keep it vague enough that it doesn’t have to mean anything spicy. Maybe it was just a very competitive game of tag. Or maybe DMK couldn’t quite reach an itch between his wings and Daroach got a bit overenthusiastic trying to help. Basically anything that could ruin his “big scary cool toughguy” reputation. As long as DMK is too embarrassed to admit to it in front of his crew, they’re all viable options, haha.)

Started 12/25/23, finished 12/28/23, updated 01/04/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/04/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK walking forward towards our left, M!Axe and M!Mace passing by in the opposite direction, M!Axe waves cheerily to DMK, who glances at them over his shoulder*

M!Axe: Oh, Boss, there you are! Hey, how was the fight? Didja win?

DMK: Hm? What’re you talking about?

Panel 2

*reverse shot of DMK, still glancing over his shoulder, several pink scratch lines can be seen on his back and the base of his wings, each in sets of three*

M!Mace: Got some new scratches on your back, Boss. Nasty ones, too, by the look of it.

M!Axe: (laughing, impressed) Ha! Musta been one heck of a scrap to leave marks like that! I’d hate to see what happened to the other guy, haha!

Panel 3

*front shot of DMK, his eyes shrunk to dots in realization, as a thought bubble hovers over his head - a simple headshot of Daroach, grinning roguishly beneath the shadow of his hat, showing off his claws as they glint sharply*

Panel 4

*front shot of DMK, sweating and glaring fixedly off to the side, eyes still shrunk, a vivid blush inside his visor, while M!Axe and M!Mace stand where they were before behind him, heads tilted in innocent confusion*

DMK: (strained) … … … Yes. … … A fight. … That’s what happened.