#spice drops

[sadboi-in-a-sweater]

the silly has spice drops

[teresabeadle5]

Lost in the Crowd by linda_lou2 Via Flickr: 119 Pictures in 2019 - Theme No. 28 - Confectionery 21/365

[shoshonecookhouse]

Marshmallow Popcorn Balls

[foodfoodfoodffoods]

MOVIE SNACKS- HELLO KITTY CHOCOLATE MARSHMALLOWS, SPICE DROPS, PEANUT MNMS, HAZELNUT CHOCOLATE BAMBA, SWEDISH FISH, COOL RANCH POPCORN, POPCORN, REESE’S PIECES, AND SOUR PATCH KIDS YAAAASSSS

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

when solomon has sex with you for the first time, he makes sure to absolutely worship your body. during the first kiss scene with him, he said he's been waiting for a chance to do it. so with this, he's going to make sure his patience will pay off. not an inch of your skin will be unloved by him. it may have taken so long, but the end result will be perfect as the two of you are satisfied, love growing by the second

(Ooh, thank you for the food, anon!! Solomon's first kiss scene will forever have my heart) Reader is GN! :)

Minors DNI!

"Why don't you come just a little closer?"

You shift a little closer until there's no space between you two on the bed, and his lips are back on yours. His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb along to solidify in his mind that you are here and that this is happening.

Somehow, miraculously, he finally got you alone...and you want him too.

Though he fears he'll get too eager and move too fast for your liking, leading to crossing a boundary or scaring you away. So, he's careful, treating you as if you were glass, slow to do anything more than kiss you like this. Truthfully, he could just do this all night and he'd still be over the moon. But he can't deny in his heart the need for more.

His hand on your jaw slowly slides down your neck, simply letting his fingertips brush against the sensitive skin. It's warm, and he can feel your pulse thrumming just beneath. He wonders how it would feel against his lips.

Solomon reluctantly pulls away from your lips, leaning down to instead kiss along the column of your neck. It elicits a soft gasp, and he feels giddy that he can get such a cute response from you. It only serves him to want to hear more. A secondary motive.

With each article of clothing he removes from your body, he falls deeper in love as he sees his person bared completely to him. It signifies the trust you've built together. And he'll do everything to never lose it - a promise he quietly makes to himself.

From your neck, he lavishes kisses along your collarbones, down both of your arms, your shallowly rising and falling chest, your soft stomach, all the way down to your naval. Any further is iffy territory and he wants explicit permission before he does anything more.

Through a husky tone, he asks, "is this okay? Can I continue?"

Your approval and reassurance are resounding. The weight of worry eases a little, but he's still tentative to continue. He wants you to feel good. He wants this first time with you to be perfect. He can't help it, he's an ancient sorcerer in love for the first time in a very long time...if ever.

So, slowly, he ventures onward to where he sees the obvious impact he's had on you tonight. His talented silver tongue makes you squirm on the bed, your hands tangling in his soft locks as his name tumbles out of your mouth like a prayer. The taste of your sweet arousal is something he fears he could get addicted to.

Solomon can feel his own arousal growing past anything he's ever experienced before. He didn't know he had the capacity to feel so needy for someone else. Good lord, just what are you doing to him?

Once he feels he's prepped and pleasured you enough with his tongue and dexterous fingers, he pulls away to finally undress and bare himself to you. His eyes shift away nervously as he feels you studying his body now. He knows his skin is marred from centuries of living; the countless pact marks, scars he doesn't remember the stories of, and burns from experiments gone wrong. He's never felt self-conscious like this before, but it's another product of what you do to him.

When you sit up on the bed, crawling to him to brush your fingers along his skin, it takes his breath away. You aren't afraid to explore him. Tracing his pact marks, kissing his imperfections, never once showing disgust like he might've thought.

No, only care.

Solomon gently chases you back down onto the bed, crawling over your excited form with smiles and giggles exchanged in the otherwise quiet room. Once again, he gets your staunch permission before continuing. And once again, you reassure him that this is what you want. Any lingering doubt subsides, and with that, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in, letting you adjust once he's fully settled within you.

"D-Deus meus..."

His forehead rests against yours as his breathing turns ragged, reveling in how goddamn good you feel around him. It takes all of him to be patient, but he waits for your signal, and once he has it, he doesn't hesitate to start moving.

His hips snap against yours in deep, measured thrusts. Passionate kisses are shared, soft moans and grunts fill your ears, and his hands never once stop exploring your body. The love he gave it earlier wasn't nearly enough.

There's no rush. It's not frantic - it's not even desperate. It's slow and intimate as he guarantees you both feel good in this one moment of solitude.

Solomon isn't even thinking about afterwards or what those brothers might say. He's fully entranced by you. He makes love to you as if it's the last time he ever will.

Soon he brings you both to a mind-shattering orgasm. His body shudders above yours as he buries his face in your neck. The way you clench around him makes him consider asking for a second round. Though, he wants to take a break more - to love and care for you as needed. As carefully as he can, he pulls out, already missing being enveloped by you and your sweet body. The second his fatigued self hits the bed, you instantly cuddle up to him, locking him in place for the foreseeable future.

To say he's a little shocked is an understatement. Sure, you both just shared a moment of passion and pleasure, but there was still some part of him that wondered if you really wanted him. For you to take the initiative to cuddle up to him in the afterglow touches his heart. Solomon wraps his arms around you, humming at the shared warmth between your sweaty bodies and shielding you from the world outside of this room.

Tonight you're his. And he knows he'll always be yours.

[fallthings22]

[takami-takami]

Hawks is a hardcore masochist.

Poor thing didn't quite understand at first why pain felt so comforting. At first, he considered it to just be some kind of side-effect of circumstance— an oddity he suspected any therapist well-versed in psychodynamics might have a field day with.

They'd probably use fancy words to describe it; but to Keigo, all he knows is this:

It just... Really, really feels good.

It feels good when your heel scrapes down the column of his back, inscribing scratches that make him shudder with unholy pleasure. His back arches without your permission, if only to feel the aching pressure of your foot kicking him back down to the ground. Back where he belongs.

It feels good when your teeth leave divots so deep they threaten to spill (and most definitely will bruise). Of course Keigo would stock his wardrobe full of scoop-necks and tank tops, exposing his pretty little jugular for you to chew whenever you so pleased. He shifts his thighs to squeeze together when you playfully bite him, breath picking up just a little as he wills his hard-on down.

It feels good to let out the most sinful moan from his throat as your hand collides with his cheek. Keigo pants, eyes lidded and watery with ecstacy as he resists the urge to tip his chin up at you for more. The last time he was that greedy for pain, you punished him by locking his cock in chastity for an entire week— and although the memory of that soreness and strain makes his knees weak, Keigo would much rather have you overstimulate his cock tonight. He'd rather blubber little pleases while you mercilessly jerk his soft, wet cock, completely ignoring the way he kicks and squeaks beneath you. God, Keigo fucking loves when you treat him that way.

It feels good when you bully him. It makes Keigo's heart sing every time you coo as he hiccups the cutest "you're mean", simply because he knows how much you're getting off to him. Of course you're mean to him. Keigo is confident in his irresistability as a submissive, as a lover. That's something you've thoroughly imprinted in his mind over and over during each and every aftercare session; peppering kisses on his fucked out, dopey, pretty face post-sex until he learned to believe it.

He's adorable. He's irresistable. He's your favorite canvas to mark with bruises and hickeys and you fucking love this as much as he does.

Won't you be a little meaner to him tonight? Won't you allow him to beg for it, so he can feel that sweet, sweet humiliation in presenting himself to you?

Oh, Keigo fucking loves pain. Sweetest thing.

[chaos666incarnate]

"Sporty Spice"

Paige Spiranac

[chrisrin]

none of these are set in-stone and i didn't draw most of my designs with weapons but here's what their weapons are in my head! (debatable/up for change)

[my6bailey6wick]

"Ginger...SPICE"

Bailey Jay

[hoofpeet]

Start an international incident to cheer up your trainer :]

[prettyinaccurate]

alkali solutions often contain lye, and are a leading cause of chemically inflicted blindness

[shoshonecookhouse]

Gumdrop Jumbos

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

This is based on my speculation. Don't take it too seriously.

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