#mild spice

[starrcrossrose]

Tender Moments || Comfort (Mild Spice Below)

I’m saying “screw it” and posting this older art.

Some stuff that's a little more spicy under the cut.

Buuuuut I genuinely am so soft for them and they are very soft with each other and understand each other and seek comfort from one another I AM SIIIIIICK *sobs* I have been contemplating just how much I can share with y'all but I just want to share some stuff so badly so I'm saying heck it we ball. I hope you guys enjoy.

This is just a concept anyway

Really Usagi just wants cuddles and kisses and gentle touch. He’s hurt and he's tired and he's homesick and Leo is the closest thing he has to a friend (they ARE friends — definitely way more than that emotionally, tbh — they just won't admit it out loud) since he's been away from home for soooo long by this point. Idk man. My feelings are vast.

[jazeswhbhaven]

“Raises hand up “I have a request 🙋‍♀️

What would the kings do if MC was a touchy drunk person.They whisper naughty things into the ear about stuff they want to do to them.😏

This could get a little hot and steamy eh? And MC is being so forward I do wonder how our kings would act... (this was sitting the drafts omfg I'm so sorry anon ;.;)

Satan: It was a normal evening for him as per usual. Relaxing for once at the local bar when there's no angel attack, but there is another 'attack'...from MC. They'd been drinking a little too much, celebrating with the other nobles for their victory and day off. And Satan's right in the crossfire, MC leaning and nuzzling against his neck, the slight slur to their words. Satan pulls MC to the backroom to sober up, or that's the excuse he gave Sitri. "Tell me what you want to do to me again?" he says boldly, face flushed, listening to MC say such dirty declarations in confidence they normally wouldn't dare say sober. They both spend the rest of the night there, just flirting with each other until MC passes out drunk in his arms. Mammon: Tonight was a grand feast for particularly no reason, but top-shelf alcohol was being served, and well, MC had a little too many because Mammon encouraged it (lol) Now while he can handle his liquor, he still gets flushed when MC is sitting on his lap and whispering in his ear while purposely taking his hand and placing it on their butt. Mammon doesn't pay any mind to anyone else in the room and wants to hear more declarations from MC until they get sober and then he whisks them away to his room to do all of those things they said they would.

Beelzebub: Well, canon wise we know what he'd do in this situation. However, for the sake of this scenario, Beel loves it that MC is flirty when drunk, which is why before they started drinking, he had them agree that whatever happens while they're tipsy they consented to it beforehand. While MC is whispering in his ear, he touches them back, the two of them groping each other which leads to making out. However, Beel stops it there. He wants to make sure MC is well aware when he starts thrusting...(thrusting??? yes during the make out sesh, Beel slid inside of MC and was having them cockwarm him the entire time)

Leviathan: Somehow, MC got into the liquor cabinet. And somehow...they managed to slip Foras and the others to Levi's room who immediately seemed annoyed that MC was in his room, tipsy, near drunk, and draped all over him. He hates the smell of alcohol on their breath, but he can't help but feel special that they came to him immediately. While he listens to the unhinged things MC says while trying to grab his sensitive areas, he stops them and ties them up for a while. He's worked up, so he has MC watch as he pleasures himself and tells them to keep saying those things about him.

Lucifer: Oh, a drunk/tipsy MC? How amusing. He sits in his seat as MC starts feeling up on him, telling him the things they'd do to him, and all he does is just sit there with a smirk on his face and his arms folded. He waits until they're done, and he replies..."My turn." He pulls MC close, purring and whispering in their ear, describing just what he wants to do to them right at that moment. It seems MC is lost for words, but he locks them within his arms, letting them feel the bulge in his pants as he keeps going.

[jazessimpcave]

💋Kisses with Mr.Villain💋

🐼 Never in public, unless it's a cheek kiss

🐼 He loves kissing your hand when you place it near his face

🐼 The first kiss with him is clumsy and he accidentally bites your lip (if you like it, let him know)

🐼 Once he understands how kissing works for humans, he wants to give you one every time he comes home to you.

🐼 His soft kisses are like pillows, he breathes lightly, his heart rate is steady and he keeps his hair in his face. No tongues, but he pulls your waist toward him so he can keep you close. (Remind him to let you breathe)

🐼 His more intense kisses are just that. Intense. You never realize how long his tongue is until it's deep in your mouth. He's breathing heavily, enjoying your reactions and pushes you down on the couch. His hands are either on the small of your back or on either side of you while his chest keeps you pinned. You may hear whimpers or growls, and more of his true form may emerge if you rile him up. He stops before it escalates 😶

🐼 Neck kisses are his favorite, so he'll bend down and indirectly ask you to do it.

🐼 Don't bite him on any place you kiss without letting him know you're about to do it. He bites back as an impulse and it hurts, unless...that's your thing 😉

🐼 Goodnight kisses aren't mandatory, but he will nuzzle you and headbutt you if he really wants one.

🐼 Unless you ask for them, he won't give you surprise kisses. All of them must have a purpose. However there may be a rare moment when he does do it out of nowhere.

[anstarwar]

One more art for the night

A second part to @wanderingjedihistorian ‘s request “showing appreciate” from the other week :3c

Lil’ bit spicy maybe idk who’s ta say

Full spice over on Ao3, please 18+ only!

[lynzishell]

Prev // Next

Transcript under the cut:

Atlas: What are you drawing over there? Asher: What do you think? Now, hold still so I can get the shading right on your black eye. Atlas: You’re not. Asher: [laughs] No, I’m not. If you want me to draw ya, you’ll have to get naked.

Atlas: [laughs] Not gonna happen. Asher: Please, I can get you naked in five minutes if I want to. Atlas: Well, yeah, you can get me naked right now. But not to sit on the other side of the room and draw me. Asher: [shrugs] Suit yourself. You do look kinda hot with your face all beat up though. Atlas: Oh really? Maybe I should get my ass kicked more often then? Asher: [laughs] No, don’t do that.

Asher: I never properly thanked you, though. The way you stood up for me… that was… it means a lot. Atlas: Are you kidding me? It took everything I had not to fucking strangle him.

Asher: Is it terrible if I think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me? Atlas: [laughs] A little bit. Asher: [shrugs and kisses him] Atlas: [wincing] oh ow, careful. Asher: Sorry, does it hurt? Atlas: Yeah.

Asher: Well then, where can I kiss you that doesn’t hurt? Atlas: [glances down, and back up] I can think of one place. Asher: Yeah? Atlas: Mhm. Asher: Why are your pants still on then? Atlas: Because you haven’t taken them off yet. Asher: [grins and bites his lip, and then slides to the floor]  

[knock knock knock]

Atlas: Who is that? Are you expecting anyone? Asher: No, are you? Atlas: No. Asher: Fuck ‘em then.

[knock knock] Iris: [muffled] Asher!

Asher: What is she doing here? Shit. I’m sorry. Atlas: It’s okay. Just answer it.

Asher: Somebody better be dying. Iris: Nice to see you too. Asher: You couldn’t have called first? Iris: I tried; you didn’t answer. Asher: Did it occur to you that might mean I’m busy? Iris: Are you busy?

Asher: [sighs] Not anymore. Iris: Oh Atlas, you look awful. Atlas: Thanks. Iris: No, I – Atlas: I’m gonna step out for a bit. Asher: You don’t have to do that.

Atlas: It’s alright. Talk to your sister. I’ll be back in an hour. Asher: Alright. Can I kiss you goodbye? Atlas: Sorry, I already put my pants back on. Iris: Ew.

They both laugh as Atlas kisses Asher gently and heads out the door. Asher: I’ll see you in an hour. Atlas: Yep.

Iris: Aren’t you two cute? Asher: Yes, we’re adorable. Now, come on in, tell me what you want.  

[spicedaviarymc]

Now that I know Grian does pottery (was anyone going to tell me Grian did pottery or was I supposed to find that out by looking at the auction list myself!) I am picturing Grian and Scar as that one scene from Ghost. You know the one.

[sadraccoon061]

VexX is a shapeshifter so he can change his form at will.

Here he is in one of his more eldritch forms.

[xxthefairywitchxx]

...* coughs and drops this on the ground * Stream art...

[intheticklecloset]

Not My Name (Moriarty the Patriot)

Summary: William and Sherlock are finally alone together, but before things can get exciting, they start off learning other things about each other...

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @giggly-squiggily!! SURPRISE!! >:D

Thank you for giving me a reason to stick with Tumblr, for fangirling with me about our favorite shows and ships, for giving me the courage to start posting stories again, for being there for me in my darkest moments. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. I'm honored to know you, and I hope your birthday is THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!! 💖💖💖

(Side Note: This is my first and probably only attempt at Moriarty the Patriot, so I gave it everything I had. I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count: 2,855

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Will didn’t typically bring strange men home from bars.

Technically speaking, he still hadn’t brought a strange man home. He’d brought home a man he knew – a man he’d wanted to get involved with for some time, if he was honest. A man Louis would absolutely kill him for bringing into their home if he found out.

Sherlock Holmes let out a snort. “You’re going to waste time with that?”

Will stopped shrugging out of his suit jacket halfway, the sleeves still on his forearms and the collar bunched around his waist. “Would you prefer I didn’t?”

“There’s no need to bother with that.” Sherlock smirked at him suggestively. “We can have plenty of fun with the clothes still on.”

“Call me a perfectionist, but I do prefer to keep my clothes tidy, Mr. Holmes.”

“Still on with that ‘Mr. Holmes’ nonsense, Professor?”

Will couldn’t help but smile at him. “For now.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and lay back on the mattress in Will’s room, groaning. “I’m literally in your bed, Liam. I think we can be on a first-name basis.”

“And yet, Liam is not my name.”

“Smartass.” Sherlock glared at him. “William.”

Sherlock Holmes saying his first name with that kind of growl did things to Will’s insides that he wasn’t sure he could stand, in the best possible way.

He hiked his suit jacket back up into its proper place, but kept it unbuttoned as he strode to the bed and leaned down so they were face-to-face. “Clothes on, you say?”

Sherlock smirked. “Yeah. Then I can do this.” The detective grabbed onto his tie and yanked him down even further, falling back on the bed so they were sprawled on top of each other.

Will gasped in surprise and braced himself on his elbows above the dark-haired man. “You’re very forward, Holmes.”

“Ah, we’ve dropped the ‘mister,’ I see.”

He kissed him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Their lips collided like they were always meant to, like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this one, perfect moment.

It didn’t take long for hands to wander – for Will to slide a hand from Sherlock’s hip to his back, trailing along his side and ribs along the way, wanting to feel him, all of him. He pulled him closer as the detective wrapped his arms around his neck, playing with the buttons on the other man’s suit jacket.

“Liam,” Sherlock groaned, pulling away, breathless.

“Not my name,” Will growled back, finally unclasping the buttons and snaking his hands inside, grasping his waist.

Sherlock tensed beneath him, and all of a sudden Will realized what was happening here. He’d taken Sherlock – Sherlock freaking Holmes – home with him after a night at the bar, and they were in his room together, and now…

Had it all been a mistake?

No, Will decided, his eyes roaming over the detective’s form briefly, mind whirring. The man hadn’t been drunk – neither of them were – and he’d consented readily to this exact scenario, even initiated it before either of them could disrobe. So why was he suddenly looking at Will with such apprehension?

“Holmes?” he said gently, carefully removing his hands from the detective’s waist.

Sherlock smirked. “What’s the matter, my lord? Nervous?”

The taunt sparked something in him, and Will pushed Sherlock down onto the mattress, and this time, seeing the other man’s wide-eyed look only spurred him onward. He loosely straddled his hips and murmured, “Nervous? I’ll show you nervous, Mr. Holmes.”

“Not my name,” Sherlock shot back, then shivered when the nobleman started trying to untuck his shirt. He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle and clamped his hands down on his arms, stopping him. “N-No need for that. We can do this with our clothes on, can’t we, Liam?”

That’s when it clicked. Will felt everything fall into place, and judging by the panicked look on Sherlock’s features, the detective knew he’d figured it out, too.

“Why, Mr. Holmes,” he said in a low, teasing register, “are you ticklish?”

Sherlock let out a tiny gasp and tried pushing his hands away. “Don’t get any brilliant ideas, now—ack!”

“I deduce that you didn’t want to disrobe due to your high sensitivity, Mr. Holmes,” Will said as he casually began poking along the detective’s waistline. “Would I be correct in that assumption?”

“Bugger off,” Sherlock grumbled, trying to suppress his giggles but failing to hide a wobbly smile.

“That’s not very nice. I should teach you some proper respect for the nobility.”

Will gently grasped his sides and ribs, digging his fingers in gently but consistently, watching with elated satisfaction as the detective first let out a curse, then tried to push him off, then – failing both of those things – covered his mouth with one hand and gripped his assailant’s wrist with the other.

“I know you’re not trying to hide from me,” Will teased menacingly, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Sherlock’s hand covering his mouth. “I do have other means to get you to open up to me, as it were, Mr. Holmes.”

The look in the detective’s eyes told him he understood what he meant perfectly.

“Buhuhuhuhuhugger off,” Sherlock spat out through helpless giggles as he finally, begrudgingly uncovered his mouth, squirming on the bed beneath Will’s tickling fingers.

Will tsked. “Manners, Holmes. Whatever will I do with you?”

“Lehehehehet me go!”

“Oh, I think not, my dear.” Will grinned down at him and expertly swept up his wrists with one hand, pinning them above him on the pillows. He relished the detective’s useless struggling as he brought his free hand down to poke along his ribs.

Sherlock spasmed and let out a bark of laughter before biting his lip and going back to those adorable giggles, cheeks turning pink as he pressed his face into his arm to try and hide. “Yohohohou nohohohohoble bahahahahastard!”

“You’re not doing yourself any favors calling me names, good sir.”

“Haah!” Sherlock gasped, arching his back as Will darted down to squeeze his hips. “You ahahahahahass! Stohohohohop alreheheheheady!”

William merely smiled at him, digging his fingertips into various ticklish spots sporadically – waist, belly, sides, ribs – gaining a new sound for each new location. He soaked them up eagerly, wanting to learn them all, memorize every spot that got Sherlock giggling and cursing and demanding that he stop.

But more than that, he wanted to find the spot that would make him absolutely crumble.

“Ahahahahahare you sahahahahatisfied yehehehet?!” Sherlock snapped through high-pitched cackles as the blonde reached back to squeeze his thigh, kicking his legs out into the open air as he struggled.

Will smirked. “Not in the slightest.”

“Nohohohohoble jeheheherk – ahahahahaha!” The detective tossed his head back and fought off a shriek when his assailant returned to his ribs. “You’ll wahahahahahake the hohohohohouse, Liam!”

“I have ways of taking care of your noise if it comes to that, my dear Holmes.”

Sherlock’s cheeks turned pink, though he didn’t appear flustered in the slightest. Well, not from the suggestion, anyway. “Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho already, you ahahahahahasshole!”

“Not my name.” Will shifted his grip on Sherlock’s wrists and finally tried the spot that had been calling to him from nearly the beginning. He scribbled lightly in the detective’s open underarm, and oh, the reaction he got.

Sherlock bucked his hips and let out a screech, frantically trying to hide his face in his arm. “Yohohohohou fuhuhuhuhuck! I’ll wahahahahahake everyone up – dohohohohohohon’t!”

“Aha, the first display of submission,” William chuckled. “What would happen if I were to tickle just a bit harder, hmm, Mr. Holmes?”

“Nohohohohot my nahahahahame, you – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

William switched from light scribbling to purposeful digging, and Sherlock arched and thrashed and laughed beneath him, finally losing his defiance as he dissolved into helpless hysterics.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, LIAM!!”

Will chuckled. “Not my name~”

“I’LL WAHAHAHAHAHAKE THE HOHOHOHOHOUSE!!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“SAHAHAHAHADISTIC BAHAHAHAHASTARD – NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

William let go of his wrists to dive into both underarms at once, tickling ruthlessly, enjoying Sherlock’s openly laughing face and pink cheeks; the way his hands flew down to grasp his shoulders and try to shove him away with no success whatsoever.

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUGGER OFF, LIAM!! LIHIHIHIHIHIAM!!”

Will took the opportunity to get right up in his personal space, lips brushing his ear as he murmured, “Not. My. Name.”

“WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHILLIAM!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEASE!!” Sherlock finally submitted, legs kicking wildly as he laughed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, WILLIAM!!”

Will finally showed him mercy and stopped, smirking with satisfaction as the detective flopped back onto the bed in a breathless heap, still giggling out leftovers as he covered his eyes with one arm and rasped, “That was the worst…”

“Terribly sorry, Holmes. I couldn’t resist,” Will replied, sounding not at all sorry. His heart was racing both from the exertion and from hearing his name tumbling from Sherlock’s lips so frantically like that. The extra noise had been so worth it.

“Bugger,” Sherlock muttered as he propped himself up on his elbows, still trying to catch his breath.

“You like to use that word a lot, don’t you, Holmes?”

Sherlock chuckled. “Not my name.”

Suddenly Will’s world was spinning in a blur of motion and tangled limbs. By the time everything had settled it still took him a moment to realize their positions had been flipped and he was now the one on his back with the detective looming over him triumphantly.

It didn’t take a genius to deduce what was about to happen.

Will was giggling even before Sherlock cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers teasingly.

“Oho? What’s this?” The detective smirked. “Were you just trying to get a rise out of me so I’d tickle you, too?”

“Nohohoho,” Will protested honestly even as the other man started scribbling along his ribs. “I swehehehehear, I dihihihidn’t!”

“Then why do you seem so eager for me to retaliate?”

“Antihihihicipahahahation!”

Sherlock hummed, scanning him with his eyes much in the way Will had at the beginning of the night, making his own conclusions. “Anticipation, hmm? Then what happens if I do this?”

Will’s wrists were pinned together above his head exactly the way Sherlock’s had been just moments before, leaving him no choice but to look up at the detective’s smug features as he used his free hand to wiggle one single finger right in front of his face, gradually moving it closer and closer to his now exposed ribs.

The blonde couldn’t help his reaction; he whined and giggled even though the man wasn’t touching him yet, squirming and shivering the closer he got to touching down. He swore he could feel the ghost of that finger on him already, and he squealed.

Sherlock burst into laughter again, shaking his head. “I’m not even touching you and you’re giggling like a little girl!”

“Plehehehehehease!” Will begged, blushing furiously. “Juhuhuhuhust do it alreheheheheady!”

“Hah! If my lord commands it,” he said, then drilled all five fingers into his ribs at once.

William tossed his head back and shrieked with giggles, doing his best to keep his voice down even as he squirmed, noise after noise being forcefully pulled from his lips. He both loved and hated the way Sherlock was looking at him now, with that triumphant smirk and knowing glint in his eyes.

“You like this, don’t you, Liam?” he teased. “Oh, I’m sorry, William.”

He’d never tried to hide it. Truly, it was impossible to, especially once he got into this position. Will nodded as he cackled, his body reacting on its own even though he wanted nothing more than to stay put and take it.

Sherlock’s responding hum sent shivers down his spine. “Hmm…then what if I were to…?”

The pressure on his wrists lifted, leaving a chill behind that made it clear he’d been released from Sherlock’s grip. Still, he didn’t bring his arms down to stop him. He simply lay there and let out whiny giggles that clearly conveyed how much he was both enjoying and embarrassed by this moment.

“Ooh, interesting,” the detective chuckled, shifting his weight on Will’s hips while simultaneously darting his hands down to squeeze his sides. “What about here – aha! Must be a good spot, eh, Liam?”

Will couldn’t even reply; his giggling shifted into laughter as his arms flew down of their own accord, gripping Sherlock’s wrists loosely. “Plehehehehehehehease!”

“Oh? Please what?”

“Juhuhuhust – plehehehehehease, Hohohohoholmes!”

Sherlock smirked. “If you’d wanted me to tickle you so bad, you could have just asked. No need to come after me first.”

“I dihihihihihidn’t—! It’s nohohohohot lihihihihihike thahahahahahat!” Will arched his back when the detective found a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves along his sides closer to his belly, one hand flying up to cover his mouth.

For a short while, Sherlock contented himself with getting his revenge, tickling all over the blonde’s torso and even reaching back to squeeze his thigh like Will had done to him, but for all of his exploration, he couldn’t seem to find a spot that was particularly ticklish over the others. He hummed, shrugged, and ultimately decided the man must not be overly ticklish like he was. Must be why he liked being tickled – it didn’t wreck his nervous system like it did for Sherlock.

“Now,” the detective murmured after a few minutes of easy tickling, leaning down to withdraw Will’s hand from his mouth and kiss him. “Since we’re already in this position, shall I take the lead?”

Will let out a few extra giggles as he caught his breath and nodded, happy to let the detective do as he pleased with him. He’d been dreaming of this moment for so long, after all. He’d take anything he could get.

Sherlock kissed him with a low growl, and Will wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the detective’s kiss grew more and more heated. A hand that had been resting on his side post-tickling slipped around to trail up his spine, pulling him closer—

Will let out a loud gasp and arched into him, away from his touch. For a moment Sherlock seemed confused, the wheels in his head obviously trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong, but then…

It clicked.

Will was giggling again, but with an added bonus this time – begging. “W-Wait, plehehehease wait, Holmes—”

Sherlock flashed him a wicked grin, and Will knew he was screwed.

“Not my name,” he said, then used one arm to hold him close in a hug trap while his opposite hand dragged fingers from the top of his spine to the base of it, and the blonde completely lost his mind.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Will screeched, unable even to cover his mouth in this awkward position. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, HOHOHOHOLMES – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Quiet, Liam,” Sherlock teased into his ear, wrapping his legs around him as well to keep him fully immobile. “You’ll wake the house~”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, HOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door, followed by Louis’ voice. “William! What’s going on? Why are you…laughing?”

“Not to worry, my lord!” Sherlock called on Will’s behalf as the blonde dissolved into silent hysterics as he clawed at the space between his shoulder blades. “He’s in excellent hands! Aren’t you, Liam?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Is…is that…Sherlock Holmes in there with you?” Louis’ incredulous voice came from outside. The doorknob rattled but didn’t give; thank goodness Will had locked it behind them.

Will knew he had to speak up, or this could end very poorly. He tried to shoot Sherlock a “stop for a minute!” look, but the detective merely grinned at him and kept tickling, forcing him to laugh-shout, “I’M ALL RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT, LOHOHOHOHOUIS!! I PROHOHOHOMISE – SHIHIHIHIT!!”

Sherlock giggled against his neck as he bit his earlobe again. “Now who needs to learn manners, my lord?”

Louis was quiet for so long Will was sure he’d left, but then his voice called out one last time, “You have some explaining to do in the morning, brother!”

Will didn’t even try to reply; he was gasping for breath laughing so hard at this point, Sherlock’s expert violinist fingers teasing and tickling his spine like a pro – and when had he gotten under his shirt to wiggle against his bare skin?!

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP, HOHOHOHOHOHOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T—”

Sherlock bit his ear again gently and whispered, “Not my name~”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA SHEHEHEHEHEHERLOHOHOHOHOCK!! SHEHEHEHERL-EEEEEEEE!!!”

“Sherly?!” Sherlock laughed along with him as he drilled into the base of his spine and the top of it simultaneously while still biting and kissing his ears. “That’s brilliant, Liam! Please do call me that again.”

William was going to die like this – trapped and tickled and made to scream by Sherlock freaking Holmes, of all people. It would be a gruesome, tickly death, and decades from now when he was nothing but bones archeologists would wonder why his skeleton was smiling so big.

But for now, he didn’t care about any of that.

Sherlock Holmes was in his room. Louis had already figured it out. There was no need to hide anymore.

He gave in and let the detective do as he pleased with him all night long.

[thirstingfortoxicmen]

Can I request an Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader? Where the reader is really pent up and just needs a break and Ominis gladly helps reader turn his brain off. (Dom Ominis and Sub Reader) please

Yes absolutely 👍 just a warning ive never done sub reader so... we shall see how this goes! (also it deleted my progress so this is me starting over😭)

(oneshot) 🔞🔞🔞

You feel so Beautiful🔞

Dom Ominis x Sub male Reader

(not my photo)

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“ughhhhhh…” WHAM! my head hits the desk, rather hard but alas still not enough to swindle my headache. Unfortunately, I had woken up with a headache and people have been feeling extra dumb today, which was not helping. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and hope to Merlin everyone goes away so I can pass away… swiftly… please? I quickly realize there is no god as i get a rude tapping on my shoulder. I take a deep breath in and raise my head from my desk only to find… the godstones kid again.

Dear Merlin I swear if thi- she interrupts me before I can spit my thoughts out, “I need your help, some kids took my gobstones again.” I deadpan.

“Have you even looked yourself, because last time i helped you it took me no less than 5 minutes, basic magic, and simple common sense.” I ask, headache brewing up a storm of death and suffering.

Her face flushing at the (accurate) accusation, “I- well its just- umm… no.” She practically mumbles the last part, she starts shuffling her feet back to the door she marched through feeling so courageous just a second before.

“yeah that's what I thought,” I mutter to myself, as she swiftly leaves the room.

“That was rather odd, what did she want?” I hear Ominis ask. He takes his seat next to me,

“Sebastian being out sick has made me realize how many bothersome people beg for my attention, her for example, wanting me to find her gobstones… again,” I sigh as I say it. Ominis chuckles at my frustration.

“That's true, Sebastian is a great guard dog that is for sure.” Ominis’s hand finds my thigh and he starts caressing it gently, sliding me closer to him. I rest my head onto his shoulder, headache dissipating slowly but surely. Also slowly but surely I feel Ominis creep his hand higher up my thigh.

“Ominis… class just started dont start teasing me now,” as I whisper that into his ears I feel his smirk grow across his face.

“Whatever could you mean,” the sarcasm audible in his voice. I see him flick his wand slightly and as I was about to ask what he'd done I felt a disillusionment charm wave over our laps. My eyes grow wide for a moment only to force my face back to normal so as to not draw attention. My cock twitching against my pants as Ominis teases me. My face had bloomed into a bright shade of red as Ominis pretends all is normal.

“Ominis please…” I beg softly, thanking Merlin that we sit at the back of the class.

“Professor, could I please be excused to Madam Pomfry’s my eyes seem to be bugging me.” Ominis speaks up.

“Yes of course Mr. Gaunt, here let's have someone help you there. hmmmm, Mr. L/n how about you help Mr. Gaunt to Madam Pomfry’s.” the professor declares.

“Yes Professor,” I manage out. My lower half now throbbing with anticipation. I quickly gather our stuff and pretend to guide Ominis to the hall, door shutting behind us. I follow Ominis as he leads me to the Undercroft. He grabs my collar pulling me close.

“Just let me do everything, alright.” Ominis all but demands. He pushes me lightly against a wall, grabbing my chin with one hand the other pressing against my erection. I exhale at the pressure, hearing that Ominis pulls me in and we kiss deep. His tongue working his magic. His hands float down below, freeing his member first then mine. Both of us red at the tips, after almost 30 minutes of teasing. Precum leaking onto the floor as Ominis grabs us both, the action causing me to groan into his mouth. We part for a breath of air. “Accio desk,” Ominis pants out. A desk from nearby pulling up behind me, he sits me on it. Slowly he starts stroking his one hand stroking both erect, leaking cocks. My hips stuttering into his hand as I grow close to the edge.

“Ominis please!” I moan out, his hips stuttering when he hears it. “I'm getting close!” We start making out again, his tongue now scouring my mouth.

“God you feel so beautiful,” Ominis groans into my ear. Like a switch flipping my eyes flutter and I moan out softly, holding onto Ominis’s shoulders I cum. Ominis looking frustrated and on the verge triggering me to hop off the desk and down to my knees. I move Ominis’s hand off his cock and take him into his mouth, he grabs my hair and forces me down. Gagging on him I look up at his face and see a flushed face. Tears welling in my eyes I hear, “C-cumming!” I wait until he finishes before removing my mouth and swallowing. “You did so amazing my dove,” Ominis says. Helping me to my feet I cast a cleaning charm, the mess vanishing. “We should probably go back to class now,” Ominis says whilst holding my face in his hand.

“Ugh, don't remind me.” I say over exaggerating my face. Ominis laughs, having felt my face move.

“Darn…”

“What?”

“It seems my eyes still hurt,” A smirk growing across Ominis’s face.

[jazeswhbhaven]

StolasxMC (MC's POV) Oneshot Dry Humping Level of Spice: 🔥🔥🔥

I focus on the target in front of me, the gun in my hands pointed in the line of vision that Stolas showed me before. Align, breathe, and squeeze the trigger.

The loud bang echoes the room, and the target paper reels into my booth, showing that I was just a centimeter off bullseye. Dammit.

Even being that much off could mean certain death by the hands of an angel. I had to be better. I hear footsteps approach as I stare at the target with dissapointment.

"How'd you do?"

The taller, boyish looking devil tilts his head in curiousity and looks over my shoulder. I cringe when his brow furrows at my results.

"Damn, you suck. What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me anyway?"

He stares at me with a blank gaze but then smiles and pats my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess. It's not that bad you just need some more practice and I Stolas am the only one who can do it."

I nod and take my stance again as another target pops up, an angel dummy this time made from straw. Before I do anything he takes my arms and positions them where he needs, watching my form.

"Too relaxed. You have to be firm when holding it."

He reaches over me, his chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapping over me to help fix my mistakes. I sigh, and back up into him, my backside rubbing against his crotch.

"Mmph!" Stolas bites back a moan and stiffens. I stand in surprise when I feel something twitch against me, his bulge forming from just a small touch.

"Stolas?" My voice is curious and innocent, but not completely clueless as to what my body does to him. He shakes his head to where the jewels on his crown clink in response. "Nothing. Focus."

He leans over me again, his hands trembling this time as he helps me with my stance. I test his patience, pressing myself against him again, aggressively shaking my ass against him. "Stop-that-MC..." he growls in my ear but moves his hips forward to grind against me. I lower my gun, bracing my hands on the ledge in front of me to push back against his movements.

"Ha...ah....ha...." Stolas pants in my ear giving in by thrusting his clothed erection against me, bent over my back and slipping his hands over mine. My heart beat races, loving how he licks my neck and nips at my ear.

"Is this the correct way, Stolas?" I tease.

He growls, and grips my hands as his thrusting becomes feverish, parts of his uniform coming undone as the shake and jingle of the heavy jewlery on his crown echoes the empty practice room.

"F-fuck...I-can't-stop,"

Stolas moans with clenched teeth as the wetness of his crotch smears against my pants. With one last thrust, he keens, making sure I feel his cock twitch as he cums in his skin-tight pants. As he steadies his breathing, he realizes that he's made a mess of himself and stands back, noticing that the fluids have stained my clothing.

"Shit. I..."

"It's okay Stolas, I'm done practicing for today. Let's go get cleaned up." I say with a smile as I take his hand, while he covers himself with his jacket with a red face.

I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson.

[giggly-squiggily]

Ooh, puffs is such a cute name! For the game, may I please request lee! Fyodor ler! Dazai with the single sentence starter, '... "No! No, no, no, no! Dazai-!". Also! If you can, may you please incorporate the fact that Fyodor definitely switches to from English to Russian while being tickled XD? Such a cute headcanon.

Aww! Thank you :3 and KJJKREJR YESH!!! I love this headcanon so much! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

CW: Suggestive flirting. Also I don't speak Russian so if anything's mistranslated I apologize in advance!

“I could have you screaming my name with a few flicks of my fingers.”

Fyodor paused, looking over at Dazai’s easy smile with a slow smirk of his own. “Is that a promise?”

The detective didn’t fluster, eyes dancing as he slowly leaned towards him, gently pushing Fyodor down on his back. The smaller of the two let out a sigh of content- eager to see what his boyfriend hand in-

“No! No, no no no, Dazai-” A pinch to his hip shocked him out of his fantasy, making him flinch with a yelp. “D-Dohohon’t!”

“My my, what do we have here?” The brunette cooed, fingers attacking the other’s sides with dangerous precision, making the Russian man beneath him thrash with a cackle. “Did you have something else in mind? Naughty Fydor~”

“A-AHH! Ahehahahahhahaha! D-Dahahahzai you- Pohohohzahahahaluyahahahstahahaha!” Fyodor tried shoving the other off, but each flick of Dazai’s fingers against his sensitive ribs left him zapped of strength. “Nehehehe shchekochehehehki meeehehenya!”

“Hmm? What did you say, Fyo?” Dazai purred, moving up to the other man’s armpits before pressing in. That got a scream. “My Russian isn’t as good as yours, love. You’ll have to speak clearer. Now, say that again?”

“AHEHAHAHAHA DAHHHAAZAHAHHAI!” Fyodor all but howled, kicking his feet behind them against the cool earth, increasing his efforts to escape. “PEHEHEHERSTAHAHAHAN MEHEHEHNYA SHCHEEHEHEHEHEKOHOHOHOOHOHTAT!”

“Told you I could make you scream my name.” Dazai snickered, leaning in so he was nose to nose with his flustered boyfriend, dropping his hands back to his lower ribs and massaging slow circles there with his thumbs. “Was that Russian for ‘I love you Daza, please keep tickling me’? My my, so demanding, Fyo! Well, if you insist!”

“Ahehahahahhaha! I hahahahhahahte yoohohoohohu! Ahehahaha-AHH! NAHAHAHA I TAHAHAHKE IT BAHAHAHCK! YA BEHEHEHRU ETO ORBAHAHAHTRO!!”

“Hehe, I love you too.”

Send me a pairing a sentence starter and a pairing and I'll write a 300 word dabble for it!

[anstarwar]

“Hiding things from me, my dear Commander?”

“Never Lord Kenobi…”

[ell-dordo]

Sobbing

[dizazter-dragoon]

Probably gonna post smut to the deep end of the pool later.

(Edit 8/14) POSTED. Again this is a dark content blog, reader beware.

Can't seem to get yandere TigerHybrid!Bakugou off my brain.

Specifically, Barista!Reader coming home smelling like a bunch of other hybrids. And Tiger!Bakugou pulling them into the bath tub with him.

You might not be leaving the bathroom clean, but you sure as hell don't smell like the pine and yuzu scent of your new "useless" bun coworker anymore (; •v•)

[sadraccoon061]

Walkies?