#mild spice

[accio-bagel]

Blindfold

I’ve been sitting on this for weeks and I’m so excited to finally share my digital painting for Garreth Weasley Fest 2024 ❤️ My prompt was Blindfold. Whoever submitted that one, I hope I did you proud!

Huge thanks to @cuffmeinblack and @ellivenollivander for organizing the fest! It was a great way to push myself to try some new things, a nice excuse to stare at his face, and an absolute pleasure to hang out with the Garreth Girlies (yes this is gender-inclusive) on the Weasley Discord.

[foxglovecove]

Nice quiet moment for da boys

[aventurineswife]

Hearts Are the Riskiest Suit

Summary: On a luxurious honeymoon cruise, you find yourself caught in Aventurine’s endless game of flirtation and high-stakes gambles. But beneath his charming facade, you know his tells—the subtle cracks in his confidence that only you can see. When a quiet moment turns into a battle of wit and desire, you decide to raise the stakes, and Aventurine, ever the risk-taker, is more than willing to go all in.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Mild Spice (Suggestive Themes), Established Relationship, Playful Banter, Teasing & Flirting, Emotional Depth, Aventurine Being a Smooth Talker

Warnings: Mildly Suggestive Content (Flirty dialogue, close proximity, lingering touches, and an intimate kiss, but nothing explicit), Aventurine’s Emotional Guardedness (Hints of his deeper struggles and vulnerability), Gambling & Risk Motifs (Used metaphorically in their relationship).

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lixhizy, I hope you love this!! 🥺💖

The luxury cruise liner glided through the cosmos, its crystal-paneled decks shimmering under the soft glow of distant stardust. The honeymoon suite was nothing short of extravagant—floor-to-ceiling windows revealing an endless sea of constellations, the bed adorned with deep emerald sheets that matched Aventurine’s signature hues, and a private lounge with a fully stocked bar for the couple’s indulgence.

Aventurine, ever the showman, had spared no expense. The moment you had stepped into the suite, he had tipped his hat with a playful smirk and gestured toward the lavish setting as though presenting a grand prize.

"Welcome, my dearest, to our little slice of paradise. Care for a wager? How long until you fall hopelessly in love with me all over again?"

You had only laughed, rolling your eyes at his theatrics—but now, hours later, sitting across from him at a private table set for two, you were finding it impossible to ignore the intensity in his gaze.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, eyes glinting behind the tint of his rose-colored glasses. His other hand idly toyed with a poker chip, rolling it between his fingers with practiced ease.

"You’ve been rather quiet, sweetheart," he mused, voice velvety smooth. "Lost in thought? Or just lost in me?"

You scoffed, spearing a piece of the dessert he had so smugly presented earlier. "If I were lost, I’d know better than to follow you. You’d lead me straight into a gamble I can’t win."

His grin widened. "Oh, but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?"

There was a glint of something deeper beneath his teasing—something almost vulnerable. Though he wore his confidence like a second skin, you had come to know the subtle cracks in his armor. The way his fingers sometimes hovered over his choker, the way he hid his left hand behind his back when a gamble truly mattered.

Like now.

"You’re holding something back," you murmured, setting down your fork.

Aventurine’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He leaned back in his chair, spinning the poker chip once more before flicking it onto the table. It landed perfectly upright, balanced on its edge.

"Am I?"

You stood, moving toward him with deliberate steps. He didn’t move, but you caught the way his breath hitched ever so slightly as you leaned down, resting your hands on the arms of his chair.

"I know your tells, Aventurine," you whispered. "You might be able to bluff the entire universe, but not me."

For a moment, he simply looked at you—analyzing, calculating, debating whether to let you win this particular round. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached up, slipping his fingers beneath your chin.

"And yet," he murmured, tilting your face closer, "you still play the game, don’t you?"

The space between you vanished.

His lips brushed yours with the barest hint of pressure—just enough to tease, just enough to leave you wanting more. His breath was warm, tinged with the faint taste of wine and something decadently sweet. When he finally pressed in fully, it was slow, indulgent, a calculated risk met with an even bolder reward.

Your hands slid to his shoulders, fingers tangling in the soft fur trim of his coat. He hummed against your lips, pleased, smug, and utterly intoxicating.

"Careful, darling," he whispered against your mouth, "or I might start to think you're letting me win."

You pulled back just enough to smirk. "Who says I’m not?"

He chuckled, low and knowing. Then, in a single fluid motion, he pulled you into his lap, his hands settling at your waist, fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over the fabric of your clothes.

"Shall we up the stakes?" he murmured, voice dipping into something more suggestive, more dangerous.

Your heart pounded, but you refused to back down. "What are you wagering?"

His grin was wicked as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over your pulse point.

"Everything."

And just like that, you were all in.

[mahoganyrust]

Jack only takes off the neckerchief for one purpose.

Don't tell the church or they'll put me back in the cooler.

[pressplay-if]

when they were in the band and/or now, Is there a fantasy/something the ROs would have wanted to do with/to MC both SFW and NSFW?

a couple come to mind!

Zima has daydreamed about what it would be like meeting MC again. They imagined what it would be like now that they're all grown-up and hot. In the present day, it's kind of the same. A previously romanced Zima will think about what it would have been like, had their relationship worked out, and if they could have had a "normal" life together. A part of them really wanted that, even though they're quite happy with what they've got.

Stevie sometimes fantasizes about MC just suddenly snapping their head around and looking at her like they've just woken up and then stumble over their words as they confess their undying love for her. And then preferably sweep things off a table and hoist her onto it to kiss her. Which is difficult because she's very tall, but in her daydream, it always works.

Angel only ever daydreams about new strats. He's very boring in that regard, so if it ever comes to anything romantic between him or MC, there has to be a realistic chance of something happening between him and them for Angel to actually develop any kind of fantasies. But he'd very much like to do some scandalous stuff if it ever comes to it. Also, he would really like it if one day, MC would just walk over to him on stage and ind of pull him into this super intense kiss. It'd be incredibly satisfying to him bc it'd be this big admission that MC is involved with him. Like, everyone wants MC but he's the one who actually has them, you know.

Bonus; if he's in a poly with Stevie: He's always wanted to know if he could wear her ultra long hair like a scarf. (It's actually rly crispy bc of her hair gel, but he doesn't know that.)

Vaguely spicy below cut bc Lin being Lin.

Lin has... a host of fantasies. Most of which are NSFW or NSFL, depending on your "pain" threshold. Oh it's nothing special, just MC trampling them or inserting various things into various orifices. Or MC tying them up and just keeping them bedbound for a whole day. Or MC biting them rly deeply somewhere and leaving a mark.

[seeminglydark]

Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart, give it a start!

The centerfold! (clothed version, the alt version will be on patreon.) Freshly famous, freshly top-surgery'd GasCo Era Caro ready to bench press you, mothman ink isnt done yet, only outlines, and everytime they do a shoot, everyone insists they wear the snapback. Why is this one Johns fave? Cuz its so clear they are having a great time posing with their bike, Kasper, 80's power ballads playing in the background, and that this person is super comfortable in their skin and happy.

Caro Greene is from my comics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal, an answer to this cute mini comic i did a few days ago <3

[hazieash]

Ruthari mild spice

[quillsandcauldroncakes]

Forever Together (Rolan x Tiefling!Tav)

Rating: M (for implied smut) Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings: Nudity, Implied Sexual Content (Nothing explicit/fade to black), Blood, Death mentioned. Let me know if I forgot anything

Word Count: 3.4k

Themes/Tags: Romance, Fluff, Tooth-rotting fluff, Intimacy, Love confessions, Fade to Black Spice, Nudity, Bathing together, Sharing Bed, Petite Tav, Tav is smol but mighty

Characters/Pairings: Rolan x Tav, Tiefling!Tav, Rolan, Cal, Shadowheart (mentioned), Karlach (mentioned)

A/N: Ngl, the ADHD hyperfixation on my Sebastian Sallow fic has faded, but I'll finish it eventually, if anyone is actually interested lol But Rolan from Baldur's Gate 3 is my new fixation, so here's a mildly spicy (as spicy as it will get with me) love confession fic. Takes place after the fight with Lorroakan. Also, if you find any mistakes or grammatical errors, no you didn't

As usual, dividers are by @cafekitsune

Tav sighed contentedly as Rolan’s hand settled on her hip. His Master was dead, and he was safe now. Bloody and banged up, but safe. For now. But the female tiefling pushed the thought away.

Right now, all she wanted to focus on was him. Rolan. Her Rolan. His hands held her so gently against him as his nose brushed over hers delicately. The base of his horns nestled perfectly between her curled ram-like horns.

His warm breath fanned across her face, inhaling each of her exhales. His yellow eyes were closed as he took in everything. Leaving Elturel, running from goblins, and nearly losing his siblings to a cult, then coming to Baldur’s Gate only to find himself thrust into another nightmare.

Those events were behind him now. Lorroakan was dead, and Cal and Lia were safe. Thanks to this beautiful creature in his arms. Another thing he could not quite believe. After how abhorrently he treated her, she still rushed to his side after the battle and pulled him into her arms.

“I love you, Tav,” he murmured, his lips just a breath away from hers. He continued before she could respond, “I think I loved you from the moment you saved me from the shadows. You were a brilliant light in the darkness I never thought I would see again, not since – not since Elturel fell into Avernus. My life had been nothing but hardship but you came in your infinite kindness and saved me and my family. I was ashamed of the kind of man I was – still am. So undeserving of you, but I find myself thinking of you every moment of every day, needing you, craving you. You have become oxygen to me, and without you, the flame of my life would be snuffed out. I cannot bear to go another day without you. Please, my darling, end my agony and tell me you feel the same. Or tell me now that I am a fool for thinking you may, and I can go drown myself in the Chionthar.”

“No drowning will be necessary, you silly wizard.” Her soft voice reached his ears through the rushing of blood. His heart leaped in his chest and he pulled away to search her eyes properly. Her usual sharp-toothed grin was soft; her purple eyes glittering with unshed tears.

“I love you, Rolan,” she reached up to caress his bruised cheek, her deep purple-gray skin feather-light on his. “Under all the thorns and hurt, I saw a man who cared so deeply for his family, one who would do anything for them. You are brave, and you are strong, Rolan. Strength comes in so many different forms. Your strength and devotion made me love you.”

His salty tears stung the wounds on his face but her words were a soothing balm on the ones on his heart. Aside from Cal and Lia, no one had ever been so kind to him. Had loved him as he was. Had seen his flaws as strengths. Rolan had never met someone like her. And she was his.

“I- I would very much like to kiss you, now.” He mumbled, unable to think of any flowery words to express what he was feeling. He figured it best to show her instead. “Please.”

At his cracked voice and puppy eyes, Tav wasted no time in nodding her head and sliding her arms around his neck. Her lips paused just a fraction away to allow him to make the first move.

His claw-tipped hand cupped the side of her neck, while his thumb hooked under her jaw to tilt her face up towards him. He had not realized before how small Tav was, her strength and audacity making her seem much taller. Her delicate frame in his hold enticed the wizard even more.

Softly, his lips ghosted over hers as if testing the reality of her willingness. But when she made no move to pull away, only gripping his shoulder tighter, Rolan finally gave in.

The sensations and images his mind had conjured late in the night when he could not sleep - when he could only think of her - paled in comparison to this burning reality. While she let him lead the kiss, her touch was branded into his skin. Each swipe of her tongue against his, every small tug on his hair, sent fire blazing through his body.

She moved in tandem with him, pulling with his push, rising with his fall. Her body was the missing puzzle piece to his, her curves filling his edges.

Rolan moaned into her mouth and his hands gripped her hips tighter as her tail curled around his. The red appendage tightened around hers in return, the tip flicking over the barbed end of her gray tail.

The scrape of her claws against his scalp sent delicious heat downwards, only amplified by the soft whimper she let out at his tail’s ministrations. But as his mouth left hers, trailing kisses across her cheek, down to her jaw, and finally to her neck, she let out a pained gasp.

Immediately, Rolan’s mouth and hands were off of her, but he left their tails twined together.

“I’m sorry, I- did I hurt you?”  Rolan scanned her face and neck, but other than a few bruises, she appeared fine.

“No, you didn’t, don’t be sorry.” She pulled further away so she could roll her neck and shoulder, whimpering again at the painful twinge in her shoulder. “I think I got hit in the back, on my shoulder, during the fight, and tilting my head to the side hurt.”

Guilt filled him. She was hurt on his behalf. Of course, Dame Aylin also had a bone to pick with Lorroakan, but Rolan had seen the stormy look in Tav's eyes when she first came to Sorcerous Sundries, and the absolutely murderous look moments before the fight began. She was fighting for him, just as she always had. And now he had made it worse because he was caught up in his lust for her.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I should have gotten you to a healer first. Come, I believe we could still catch up with your cleric friend.” He grabbed her hand without giving her a chance to rebut him and gently tugged her along.

Trailing slightly behind him, Tav smiled widely. It would seem she was included now in his list of people he was stubbornly protective over. She skipped up to his side, wriggling her hand in his grasp to change their position. Long red fingers laced with dainty purple-gray ones.

Tav looked up at him through dark lashes but Rolan kept his face determinedly pointed ahead. She giggled at the darkened skin of his face, from his neck to the pointed tips of his ears.

She did not know what tomorrow would bring, or even the next few hours. But as she and her wizard entered the main floor of Sorcerous Sundries, and Karlach squealed at the sight of their tails coiled around each other, she found that the anxiety that plagued her had faded into the back of her mind.

Such worries are for another time, she thought to herself. Currently, she could think of little else other than the feeling of Rolan’s tail wrapped around hers, or his thumb stroking along the back of her hand as Shadowheart healed her.

With the others returned to the Elfsong, Rolan refused to let her leave, keeping a firm grip on her hand and tail. Her face burned as her companions all left with sly grins and raunchy quips.

“You really did not need to encourage them,” Tav sighed as he led her up to the tower. He chuckled but only shrugged. Truthfully, he felt that he had to. Quite a few of her companions looked at her in the same light he did.

Before, when he had no hope of her returning his feelings, he tried to convince himself she would have been better off with one of them. They knew her better, and longer. But now that he has her, a possessive beast rose in him that he didn’t know existed.

“I simply cannot bear the idea of you sharing a room with a man that isn’t me. Even if it is in separate beds.” He paused and pulled her in close. They had arrived at one of the floors of the Tower with bedrooms. None of them belonged to him, however. He does not think he could handle the shame if she were to find out the closet he had been permitted to sleep in.

At least he knew from his chores that these rooms were clean. And had very, very large beds. But first - his eyes caught the blood and dirt caked to her skin and light armor – a bath.

Her stomach flipped at the tone in his voice. It was the same one he used when dragging her to see Shadowheart. Firm, commanding – but low and gentle. She bit her lip to stop the schoolgirl giggle rising in her chest.

“But we could only afford the one room, it’s not as though there’s somewhere we could all stay and have multiple rooms. It’d be far too expensive,” Tav said facetiously, reaching up to curl one of his loose locks of hair around her fingers. He, too, needed a bath.

He narrowed his yellow eyes at her, a playful smirk stretching across his face. “Is that so?” He wrapped his arms around her waist backing them up until his tail could grab the handle of the bathroom door they stood in front of.

She nodded and hummed sweetly in confirmation. The grandeur of the bathroom hardly captured her eye, especially since someone far more radiant was right before her.

“That is too bad, then,” he sighed heavily, gently picking at the knots of her armor to free her of the blood-stained leather. “If only there was a dashingly handsome,” the first bit of armor fell. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she gazed at his lips. “Generous.” She smiled wistfully, more armor falling. “Talented wizard, with a large tower with plenty of rooms, who would let you all stay. Free of charge, of course.”

She was left in only her linen top and thick black trousers. But now she was free of her armor - a vision he had never seen before - he could fully take in the curves of her body. Hells, she was beautiful. His breathing grew heavy as he fiddled with the hem of her shirt, eyes locked on her lips.

The black-painted lips holding his attention stretched wide, revealing sharp canines. “Sounds like a dream,” she breathed. “If you find such a wizard, let me know.” Her teasing smile set molten fire through his veins.

“Oh, hush, you.” He growled before pulling her into a searing kiss. Behind them, a mage hand filled the tub and bubbles filled the air. His hands moved slowly - reverently – removing the last of her clothing.

Her hands, less interested in being the only one bare, also shifted his robes from his body.

With death still looming over her head, or in it, she did not want to squander this opportunity. This opportunity to show him how much she loved him. How much she desired him.

Within the warm waters of the massive tub, Tav and Rolan showed each other the love each of them wished they had in the past. The pain of their upbringing, recent tragedies, the fear of the future, it was all washed away with the blood and dirt under the loving touch of their partner.

The morning sun filtered in through a crack in the heavy green curtains. But its light did not quite reach the slumbering couple on the bed, buried under pillows and blankets. She had created a nest of sorts before they fell asleep, akin to the one she said she had in her tent.

Rolan had sunk blissfully into her arms under the cover of her nest, laying heavily on top of her. She hummed a small tune and ran her fingers through his still-damp hair. And he would deny it to the Hells and back, but she definitely heard him purr when her claws traced the ridges along his bare back.

As the two lovers stirred, stretching blissfully sore muscles, they shared a soft kiss. Sometime in the night, Rolan had shifted from on top of her to lay beside her, cradling her soft, nude body to his. Utter bliss. He wondered if her tadpole had worked its way into his brain and ate a hole in it. This feeling of bliss and happiness could not be normal.

“Morning,” her voice was hushed, barely loud enough for him to hear. She had been rather – loud, last night. He would need to get her some tea for that.

“Good morning, my sweet love,” he greeted in an equally gravelly voice. She hummed and nuzzled deeper into his chest, tightening her arms around him.

“I do not wish to leave this bed,” she mourned. Her dark mulberry lips pressed light kisses to his chest. He chuckled at the positively bratty tone. She usually carried herself with poise and authority, traits beaten into her as a Ranger. Seeing this side of her filled him with pride. He doubted her own pride allowed her to show this side to many others.

Especially the way she acted last night. Gone was the hardened but sarcastic leader he had grown accustomed to. In her place was a yielding, gentle, and languid creature. She basked under him, letting him do as he pleased. He had no issues with the change in attitude.

She’s perfect, he mused as he brushed his fingers through her midnight locks. How had the gods created such a perfect creature and then cursed her to live such a life? He pressed his lips to her forehead.

“As much as I would love to tie you to this bed, my love, I’m afraid we both have responsibilities to address.” She huffed and hooked her leg around him, clinging to him like a leech.

“I don’t wanna,” came her muffled reply. “Stop being so responsible. We're always responsible.”

It was true. Of their separate groups, they were the responsible ones. She was the leader of her troupe and he was the older brother. But unfortunately, these are two duties that do not disappear overnight. How tragic that would be.

“I know, trust me, darling,” he slowly sat them up, keeping the blanket wrapped around them. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but duty calls. And honestly, if we’re not down there soon, I’m sure either my siblings or one of your companions will come looking.”

She groaned and nipped at his collarbone. “I hate that you are right.”

“Hm, not often that I am when you’re around, it would seem.” He grinned smugly. She was always right, so he would take this win. She smacked her hand over his chest and pushed him away with a huff.

“Don’t let it get to your head, love,” she snarked back. The morning air was cool against her skin as she left the warm confines of her nest and lover’s arms. She paused. Is that what they were? Lovers?

They had confessed their love and spent the night together but what came next? She still had an illithid tadpole swimming in her skull, and the Absolute’s cult was preparing to attack any day now. Was a relationship really a smart idea in times such as these?

She turned to Rolan who had also left the nest and was reaching for his robes. His red skin, lined with ridges and toned muscles, had a soft glow in the morning light. His hair, usually tied back, was unbound and fell around his shoulders in gentle waves.

Affection swelled in her heart as she watched him silently. He had his lower lip caught in one fanged tooth; brows furrowed as he looked now for the armor he wore across his shoulders.

“I love you,” she said, her tone factual and clear. Whether it was a good idea or not, now that she had him, she was not going to let him go. For as long as she lived, no matter how short that time may be.

Rolan’s head perked up from picking up her underclothes. She smiled and padded over to him. His lips formed a soft smile and he helped her into her clothes with just as much reverence he had when undressing her the night before.

Kneeled before her, his hand trailed up her legs as he pulled her undergarments up, being extra careful of her tail. Rolan’s lips pressed against her stomach before he rose to his feet.

Her chest bindings came next and he could not help but trail his claws down her ribs. Tav jerked and a small laugh escaped her. He had discovered this rather adorable trait of hers when they had been bathing. And he loved it.

He took his time, caressing every bit of her as he adorned her with freshly cleaned clothes and armor.

“I love you more than you could ever know, my darling.” He held her close once the last bit of her armor was in place. She was glad that her skin was such a deep tone and the curtains were still partially drawn, otherwise, he would have seen the deep flush that bloomed from the moment he began dressing her.

“I think I might have an idea,” she whispered, breath fanning over his lips. “No one has treated me with such love and devotion as you have, Rolan. I know we started off rocky, but if I was given the chance to do it again – knowing that we would be here in each other’s arms – I would do it all over again. Tadpoles, goblins, and all.”

A shaky breath escaped him as he pressed his forehead against hers, the base of their horns rubbing pleasantly. “I am sorry for the way I treated you before. You are right, I was scared and protective of my family. But you proved to me there is still goodness in this world. I am happy we met, and I would do anything to keep what we have.”

Their tears mingled when she shifted to embrace his, cheeks pressed together. Soon, they would need to leave this room, this small slice of Heaven, of safety and love.

“I will return to you, I promise.” She sniffled, leaning herself into his arms. Rolan hid his face in her neck, arms caged around her. If only he had actually learned something from that bastard - then maybe he'd be of more use to her.

“Tell me what I can do. What can I do to ensure you do?” His voice was small and raspy, so close to sobbing. “I do not wish to even imagine a world without you in it. This tower, my magic, and studies, means nothing if I can’t have you beside me.”

“Stay here, for me. Not only because I wish for you to remain safe, but this tower is filled with mountains of undiscovered knowledge. We may be able to use it against the Absolute. I know no one better for this task than the Master of the Tower, himself.” She pulled away with an adoring smile.

Rolan kissed her then. Only she could make him hiding away from the battlefront seem necessary, crucial even.

“As you wish, my love. Whatever you need, I will be sure to have it ready.” He knew of some cannons the Tower was equipped with, but were not operational – another of Lorroakan’s neglected duties.

A knock sounded from the door of the bedroom.

“Rolan? Tav? Everyone is gathered downstairs, Gale prepared breakfast for everyone.” Cal's voice was muffled by the heavy wood. “Better hurry down before it’s gone.”

“We should go, that food won’t last long and I’m starved.” Tav pulled away and laced her fingers with his, tugging him to the door. “Gale’s cooking is honestly to die for so we might even already be too late.”

Rolan followed, tethered to her not only by their hands but by the invisible string he could feel tied around his heart, leading to hers.

They would make it out of this, safe and sound. They both swore on it silently. Then, they would begin their forever, together.

[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.

[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.

[m00nkissedlover]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ Cafe Luvstruck Menu: Masterlist!

"the pink light vividly painted you, beautiful you~"

please enjoy a dessert of your choice from our delicious menu!

🧸= fluff, 🎟️= angst, 🐚= mild spice, 🍥= hurt/ comfort

requests ➜ open! | feel free to place an order! [please check my pinned intro for what fandoms i write for and what i'm accepting (and denying) w/ requests]

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top picks: matcha (hot or iced), taro milk tea, and asian pear tea (hot or iced)

❀˖°sketches {gregory violet- black butler} 🧸

❀˖°convenience {yoru- gokurakugai} 🧸

❀˖°infinity {chishiya- alice in borderland} 🎟️

❀˖°fair day, fun day {choso kamo- jujutsu kaisen} 🧸

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ mini tarts: twisted wonderland ($4.00 for 2, $8.50 for 4)

top flavors: caramel apple, blueberry, and tarte au chocolat

❀˖°naps {leona kingscholar} 🧸

❀˖°sweet dreams {leona kingscholar} 🧸

❀˖°tasty confessions {leona kingscholar} 🧸

❀˖°rings {divus crewel} 🧸

❀˖°rules {riddle rosehearts} 🧸

❀˖°love through food {jamil viper} 🧸

❀˖°jealousy {vil schoenheit} 🧸

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ pies: bones and all ($4.00 per slice)

top flavors: strawberry, cherry, and plum

❀˖°strawberry kisses {lee} 🧸

❀˖°heartache {lee} 🎟️

❀˖°bodies {lee} 🧸🍥

❀˖°just friends? {lee} 🧸

❀˖°fright fest {lee} 🧸

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ cakes: dune ($4.00 per slice)

top flavors: cinnamon and vanilla, opera, and strawberry shortcake

❀˖°dream of me {paul atreides} 🐚

❀˖°kiss of indifference {paul atreides} 🍥🐚

❀˖°good mornings {paul atreides} 🧸

❀˖°cinnamon smoke {paul atreides} 🐚

❀˖°bubbles {paul atreides} 🧸

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ ice cream: harry potter universe ($5.50)

top flavors: butterbeer, sticky toffee, and chocolate chili

❀˖°stress relief {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°the plan {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°sick day {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°love in full bloom {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°cat's first snow {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°midnight kisses {regulus black} 🐚

❀˖°paper rings {evan rosier} 🧸

❀˖°early morning love {regulus black} 🧸🐚

❀˖°sleepless nights {regulus black} 🐚

❀˖°hey siri! {sirius black} 🧸

❀˖°little rabbit {regulus black} 🧸

❀˖°painful dreams {regulus black} 🎟️🍥

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ others: other fictional characters ($2.00-$5.00, prices vary)

top picks: pistachio baklava, palmiers, and eclairs

❀˖°cherry chapstick {yule havenhurst- don't look up} 🧸

❀˖°sugar rush {various timothée chalamet characters} 🧸

❀˖°a drunk valentine {rafayel- love and deepspace} 🧸🐚

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[tamagoneko]

babygirl deserves each and every smooch u3u

.. wasn't sure if i wanted to post this here but it's just a boy getting kisses so it's fine

[lunarflux]

my dark companion (cont)

aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre—smut, dark romance song inspo—sleep token - chokehold summary— Aemond indulges in his twisted desires with a woman who knows his every need. They meet in secret, their passion driven by his anger and her willingness to submit to his painful advances. Aemond craves her, yet despises the intimacy that follows. He questions why she always returned to him, knowing that she did not love or care for him. The cycle of desire and anger persists, leaving him yearning for more, caught in a tormented state until their next encounter. note: just like... a touch of smut (no, the second half is def smut). Takes place right after Rooks Rest.

After Aemond departed on Vhagar, Alicent found Adiel in his apartment. She was reading, as expected, and did not appear to be surprised at the visitor. Alicent sat beside her, forcing a smile.

“Are you well?”

Adiel grinned as she closed her book, “Quite. Though I’m sure my Queen is anxious at the thought of her son going to a battle.”

“Aemond can take care of himself,” Alicent nodded.

“Then what brought upon this sudden visit?”

Alicent didn’t know how to prod further about the nature of Adiel and Aemond’s relationship. Knowing now that Aegon had known about Aemond’s whereabouts in Flea Bottom, she now had more questions than before, though she knew neither of her sons would willingly give her the answers she desired.

Adiel waited patiently, folding her hands in her lap, “Something troubles you. Is it Aemond? Or His Grace, perhaps?”

“My sons have had a complicated relationship since infancy.”

“And yet, they still became men.”

Alicent almost scoffed.

“The King is bothered by me, is he not?” Adiel tilted her head in speculation.

Alicent, despite knowing better, was still surprised.

“The childish actions of a boy blessed with a crown do not concern me, my Queen. I am simply air in a space his lungs cannot reach—silent and out of the way, and yet my very existence bothers him.”

“Adiel, you are as unfamiliar to the King as you are to me. Lord Larys heard nary a whisper of you around the Keep, and you should know that is not common,” she pinched the bridge of her nose, “You must see how we might have questions”

“I would find it peculiar if you didn’t.”

“You didn’t seem… particularly happy when presented with Aemond’s proposal,” Alicent started as she recalled the uncomfortable conversation, “And yet, my son seems… comfortable.”

“I wasn’t happy,” Adiel replied simply.

“Is this all a trick, then?”

“What?”

“You playing the role of a dutiful wife. Tending to his needs, filling his bed,” Alicent looked about the room, finding it to be pristine and put together.

Adiel’s laugh never sat right with Alicent’s stomach. Something about the way she reacted seemed so unusual, “He merely changed his position on the board, and it was one I was not familiar with.”

“So, it’s a game… You don’t love him.”

“Do you care if I love him?”

Alicent stared. Truthfully, yes, she cared. Though it seemed as if this was the first time she experienced this level of concern for the younger boy in some time.

“If that is the answer you’re searching for, then yes, I do love him. Only perhaps, it is not the love most people are familiar with.”

“I don’t understand.”

Adiel leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in thought, “He was always so sad.”

“Sad?”

“Could you not tell? Aemond speaks a language only I understand.”

“High Valyrian—”

“—Pain,” Adiel’s eyebrows furrowed, “His Grace might find himself if he found a woman who speaks that language.”

“Aegon is childish. Almost cruel, but he is more so ignorant.”

“Have you ever once tried to speak to your sons’ pain?” She asked suddenly, “Aemond’s only fault was that he let me see it once… The disappointment in his face that others overlooked. It only took a second for me to see what he needed. It wasn’t just a body in his bed—it was a recipient of his anger. An empty room to scream his pain—cast it out to the silence.

“A body that feels nothing is the only remedy for a soul that feels everything. I could not tell you which of us is the other. Only that he soon found himself whole. A man’s power resides, not in his loins, but in his awareness of his needs. He found what he needed, and I held it—dangled it in front of his face until it drove us both mad.”

Alicent’s face slowly twisted at her words, “That is not love, Adiel.”

“Is it not?” Adiel chuckled, “To desperately need someone, finding solace only in their touch—to bear all. Body, soul, shame, and all else we hold dear. I laid myself before him, and it was he who deemed me valuable. Love is a choice, my Queen. I chose him.”

“But are you sure he would choose you?”

“That… Is only something Prince Aemond would know. And I have yet to question otherwise,” Adiel smiled once more. “What is the reason you doubt your son’s intentions?”

“Aemond is… He’s detached,” Alicent tried to reason, “I’m sure you know what happened at Storm’s End. He already turned his back on his obligations with this marriage. You must understand why we have our suspicions.”

“Suspicions are normal when you don’t see things clearly, my Queen.”

Alicent sneered, almost finding the comment insulting.

“I see Aemond for what he is,” Adiel sat back again, “Do you?”

The elder continuously found herself speechless especially when faced with a foreign logic.

“I see a king trapped in a Prince’s body. A dragon imprisoned in a rider. I saw a boy’s pain turn into a man’s rage,” Adiel lowered her voice, “I cannot say the same for the others in this court. I do not control what I can see and what they cannot. Willful blindness is a deadly fault that isn’t easily unlearned.”

—

Aemond left Vhagar on the shores, quietly pushing passed the King’s Guard and to his apartment. There, Adiel sat by the fire, near sleep but still waiting for his return. She stirred as he shut the door, and the scent of dragon fire and smoke emitted from his coat. He approached her slowly, but she turned before he could reach her. The fatigue on her face left her eyes narrowed, drowsy but alluring.

He held out his hand, and she rose.

Adiel reached for the grayed streaks in his hair as the aroma of soot reached her.

“Not a scratch,” she hummed, running her fingers down his face before undoing the top knot on his jacket.

Aemond grabbed her wrist, holding it away. He stepped forward until Adiel’s back hit the wall. His grip tightened, and suddenly she felt his free hand around her neck.

“Down,” his eye bore into her, closer and closer, “On your knees.”

Aemond released his grip, and she lowered herself. She gazed upward as he undid his coat, casting it away before undoing his shirt. He ran his fingers through her hair before taking a fistful, pulling her head back to see him clearly as he continued to undress.

A gruff, deep groan pushed up passed his throat when her lips wrapped around his already engorged member. The sounds of her labored breaths each time his cock hit the back of her throat, knocking her back against the wall so she had nowhere else to turn, clouded over his mind, replacing all that had occurred hours before. He held himself inside her, feeling the trembles of her tongue as she struggled to breathe. Adiel held herself steady against his thigh until he pulled back, and she gasped with tears running down her cheeks.

Aemond forced her up.

It hadn’t been long since they’d last hungrily taken each other, but she could feel there was something different.

His eye flickered down as he cast away the leather patch to reveal the sapphire beneath, “Take it off.”

The switch was so subtle. Where his anger might have led him to push her onto his bed and take her without hesitation, it was only his command she chose to oblige to. She undid the ties on her dress, slowly—painfully slowly, and once she was bare, she led him to their bed. She leaned back and parted her legs.

Aemond positioned himself, but when Adiel thought he she would feel him, she sat up. He eased her back down with a slight shake of his head, “Patience.”

Adiel understood as he lowering himself until the scent of her enveloped him. When his tongue met her folds, she moaned, and her legs trembled at the sensation. As soon as she did, he stopped, staring at her until she bit her lip.

Silence.

Aemond placed his hands on her thighs and pulled her closer, so that she had no choice but to rest her legs on his shoulders as he continued—his lips rhythmically moving up and down, sipping every drop of her until it dripped down his chin. When her back arched, he released her, keeping her on the edge of sanity.

Adiel ached, and she did all she could to keep from twisting and writhing in the absence of his touch. Aemond placed his finger just above her lips, then trailed his hand down the curve of her chest, hovering so she could only feel the faintest bit of warmth.

“Aemond—”

“—I said, patience.”

Adiel did as she was told. He stood before her just watching as her chest rose and fell while the agony slowly washed over her face. He wanted to see her crave him until she went mad, to want him and then feel the pain of withdrawal.

Without taking his gaze off her, his fingers teased her core, one finger at a time dragging against her clit. She whimpered, closing her legs, but he forced her knees apart, holding one leg down to the bed as he continued. Mercilessly, twisting and turning, dipping into her core only for a moment, Aemond watched her struggle to hold back her moans until tears trickled down her cheeks.

He held out his hand and beckoned her. She met his fingers, taking them in her mouth. He stroked her hair gently and nodded at her obedience.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“I—” Adiel struggled to catch her breath, “Please.”

“No,” he wrapped his fingers around her neck, “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me—please—”

Aemond squeezed tighter until the air caught in her throat, “Who do you belong to?”

“You—”

“—Who do you belong to,” he repeated.

“I belong to you, my Prince—”

“—King,” he grunted, roughly plunging his fingers deep inside her, “You belong to me.”

“—Yes,” she furiously nodded in between whimpers, “Yes, my King—”

Aemond threw her down, taking her fiercely without hesitation. He pinned her waist down, and with each thrust of his hips, the bed creaked beneath them. Adiel could no longer hold back her pleas, desperately clawing at his back. He grunted against her neck with her sweet cries fueling his motions.

He turned her over, arching her back, ruthlessly using her until he felt her push back into him.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Aemond pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her chest. He sank his teeth down into the base of her neck as her walls clenched around him. She purred in pleasure, trembling and shaking, but he didn’t stop until he was finished. Over and over, his hips pounded against her. Blood dripped down her chest, and her faint mews fueled him to continue.

Adiel held his hips, guiding him as his motions grew erratic. She whispered breathlessly, “Cum for me, my King.”

Aemond arms tightened around her, a drawn-out husky groan erupting from his throat as he emptied himself deep into her core. He held her as he caught his breath, peppering her neck with his lips. He rested his forehead against her back before falling back onto the bed. Adiel laid down beside him, kissing his chest.

“My King?”

Aemond sighed. He pulled her close to him again, and the affection in his kiss felt like nothing before. When he pulled back, he looked up at the ceiling, carefully searching for his words, “Aegon is injured.”

Adiel sat up, looking at him with concern, “What do you mean? His Grace was at Rooks Rest?”

“That fool showed up with Sunfyre.”

“I don’t understand,” she shook her head, “Are you saying he might pass?”

He turned to face her, resting his head on his arm, “Not just yet. Though, he may be unwell for some time.”

“And what of his condition?”

“Dragon fire is deadly.”

Adiel knew without him needing to say anything else, “And you will rule in his stead?”

Aemond pulled her back to his chest. He stroked her hair softly, humming until he found the proper way to answer her question.

“So you will sit upon the Iron Throne…”

“For now.”

[sliebman10]

Recovery

(Brought to you by #remus lupin's nonexistent refractory period)

They broke apart, both trying to catch their breath. Sirius pulled Remus toward him, until they were twined together even though they were both sweaty. They didn’t talk, just held each other and breathed each other in until their heart rates slowed.

“Should clean up,” Sirius said into Remus’s neck, but making no move to do so.

Remus obliged by reaching for his wand and casting a cleaning spell on both of them. A shower was really better, but there was not way either of them were moving at the moment in their hazy, sleepy afterglow. 

Sirius was almost asleep when he felt Remus kiss his neck and hook his leg around his hip. 

Sirius chuckled. “Again, Moony?”

“Why not?” Remus murmured.

“I think I need a little more recovery time, love,” Sirius said. “But I will make it up to you.”

Word Count: 142

@wolfstarmicrofic

[seeminglydark]

Boys being Dudes

Mick and Reggie are from my webcomic Seemingly Dark

[starwarsmum]

For @tree-reads, based on a prompt @boldlyanxious found on here 🙃

“Aaahh!” 

The shriek resounded through the halls of Wayne Manor and everyone in the kitchen winced. There weren't many of them - Tim and Duke were chatting over coffee, and Damian was reading an article - but they had been growing accustomed to their new housemate.

Marinette flew into the kitchen and grabbed a cup to fill with coffee. She was half dressed, smart trousers on the lower half and a lounge hoodie over the top. As soon as the mug was full she flew back out and they could hear her leaping the stairs.

“She needs to arrange her sleep schedule better,” Damian remarked after the noise had faded. Duke nodded in agreement but Tim frowned at them both.

“Listen, she's a creative genius,” he said defensively. Since Marinette had moved into the manor - Bruce had seen the black hair and blue eyes, heard that she had no family (in the US), and had done everything short of adopting her - they had gotten used to chaotic mornings. Tim and Jason had been staunch defenders of her habits but nearly everyone else thought she needed to find some chill.

“Yeah, but she also stayed up for sixty eight hours straight last week,” Duke said. Their conversation was interrupted when Marinette stormed back in. 

“Oh god, I can't find everything I need for this meeting,” she moaned, upending her handbag and sending her belongings skittering across it. “Right…there's my wallet…my keys are- the games room!”

It took well over ten minutes and innumerable exits and entrances before she threw everything into her bag. She was patting down her pockets and mumbling to herself frantically. She had mentioned the day before that Jagged had requested another meeting for a new commission and clearly she had woken late.

“What am I forgetting?” She asked fretfully as she stood just past Damian's chair.

“You've got your keys? Wallet? Phone?” Tim asked, giving her time to confirm each one. 

“Kiss?” Duke said cheekily, obviously hoping to lighten the mood.

“Oh, right, of course,” she said distractedly, before swooping down and pressing her lips to Damian's. The three bat boys froze but she didn't seem to notice. “Okay, that has to be everyth- my sketchbook!”

She didn't pause as she blew out of the room again, leaving all three of them completely speechless. Duke's mouth was hanging open, Tim was jabbing a thumb into a bruise, and Damian's cheeks were blazing red.

_ _ _

Marinette was exhausted as she stepped through the manor front door. Alfred offered to take her coat and she gratefully accepted. He said something about dinner and she nodded, steering herself in the direction of the dining room.

She didn't notice that the conversation stopped as she entered, nor that whispers started when she sat down. She only really became aware of anything when she knocked over her glass.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry,” she exclaimed, leaping up and running to fetch a towel. It certainly gave her a jolt of adrenaline and when she returned she finally took note of who she had spilled her drink all over - and promptly died of mortification.

Damian was sitting ramrod straight in his seat, scowl on his face and anger colouring his cheeks. He had been courteous to her since she had arrived and, the more she learned about him, she found her mind wandering to him frequently. 

She started trying to help him towel off but he snapped out that he was ‘perfectly capable’ and she relinquished the towel. Someone started giggling from across the table and her eyes snapped up to meet Duke's. She gave him a frown but it only seemed to make him giggle harder.

“I'm really sorry, Damian,” she said, wincing when he stood abruptly.

“I am going to change,” he said, face still a dangerously dark colour. She managed to wait until he was out of the room before moaning and burying her face in her hands. 

“God, he hates me,” she whined, too tired to feel overly embarrassed by her words. Her eyes snapped up when Tim made a strange noise. “What?”

“He doesn't hate you for spilling water on him, Pixie,” Jason said from across the table. He sounded amused and she pouted at him, which only made him chuckle. “Do you remember anything from this morning? Or were you as sleep deprived as you normally are?”

“What does this morning have to do with anything?” She asked, baffled, as she tried to relive the events mentally. “Were you even there?”

“No, but Duke and Tim have filled us all in,” he chortled, raising an eyebrow at the men in question. Tim grimaced and Duke gave another giggle.

“You were kind of in a rush this morning and Duke decided to tease you,” Tim said when it became clear that Duke wasn't going to. “But, uh, it didn't go the way he thought it would. Damian's probably mad because you kissed him this morning.”

Every thought in her head screeched to a halt and a high pitched whine started up in their place. It took several seconds to realise that the whine was actually coming out of her. But now that they'd reminded her, she did remember the exchange. It had been such a small thing, something she had thought about doing before, obviously. It was impossible to be in Damian's general vicinity and not want to kiss him, but she had been fairly confident that she could conceal that particular urge.

“I- you- what-” she spluttered, horror spreading through her. She leaped back to her feet and scrambled out of the same door as Damian while several people started laughing behind her.

She made it across the foyer and to the hallway at the top of the stairs before spotting him. She flushed again but made her way over to him, determined to apologise. He seemed to freeze when he saw her, his face colouring again, and she winced. He didn't often get annoyed with her but he was obviously very angry with her this time. Not that she blamed him.

“Damian, I'm so so so sorry for this morning,” she blurted as soon as she was within a reasonable distance of him. The colour in his cheeks deepened further and she felt panic grip her. “I swear, I didn't mean to- I was so tired this morning, and worried about being late, I didn't even realise that I'd- I'd k-ki-”

“Yes, well, there's nothing we can do to change past events,” he said in a strained voice. He wasn't looking at her and she felt her heart plummet into her stomach. They had been on friendly enough terms before this, she was crushed that this could have ruined that.

“That doesn't mean I shouldn't apologise to you,” she said softly, wringing her hands. “I don't want you to be angry with me, though you're entitled to it.”

“I'm not…angry,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. It was distractingly attractive and she almost missed what he said next. “I just don't understand why I was the one…”

“Oh, um, well,” she stammered, trying to think of something, anything, to say except the whole truth that wasn't an outright lie. “I-I guess that's because…you were…the person sitting closest to me?”

“Is that the only reason?” He asked in a low voice, stepping closer to her, brows furrowed. Her brain short circuited at their proximity and she shook her head without thinking. 

Damian almost couldn't breathe, so sudden was the change in the energy between them. It was now charged with possibilities and he hardly dared believe it. He had been intrigued by the woman from the moment she had arrived in Gotham and it had only grown since she had begun living in the manor with them.

“Okay, time to woman up,” she muttered, her eyes finally coming up to meet his own. As always, the blueness of them made his stomach tighten and he definitely held his breath when she bit her lip before continuing. “I guess I kissed you because it's something I've been thinking about for a while. So when I was distracted and panicking my brain went on autopilot. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable and I can be moved out in a week if you-”

He hadn't planned on kissing her. He'd been thinking about it all day, it was impossible not to, given what had happened that morning, but he didn't dare think it was actually a possibility. She'd shown him no particular preference over his siblings before now and he had resigned himself to never acting upon his impulses.

But hearing her say that she'd been thinking about it too? That this morning was a result of thinking about it so often that her automatic response when absent minded was that? It overrode any thought to the contrary and he had leaned down before he was conscious of any thought of it.

She made a soft noise of surprise but didn't pull away. In fact, her hands grabbed hold of his shirt with surprising strength and she pulled herself up to kiss him back with such vigour that they almost toppled. He pulled her closer, hands on her waist and let himself just enjoy the sensation of her lips on his own.

He wasn't sure how long they stood there before they broke apart but he was breathing hard when they did. He felt a surge of approval when he saw just how red her lips now were, a heady feeling that had his head tilting back towards her. She met him eagerly, hands moving up into his hair and tilting his head slightly further.

He traced her lip with his tongue, tentatively, and was rewarded when she opened to him. The kiss deepened and he focused wholly on exploring her. He hardly noticed when he gripped her hips and lifted her, a surprised but pleased sigh from her encouraging him.

When they finally broke apart again he was dizzy with desire and her legs were wrapped around his waist. A distant part of him noted that he wasn't really supporting her - she must have an incredible amount of strength to hold herself up like that - but most of his attention was on the way she rested her head against his own.

“If you'd told me this morning that this is how I would be spending my evening, I'd have assumed I was still sleeping,” she said breathlessly after several moments. He hummed in agreement before allowing her to slip back to her feet, but not releasing her entirely. 

“I'm not entirely convinced that I'm not,” he murmured, ridiculously pleased by the flush that spread across her face. “But just in case this is real, may I be presumptuous and ask you to join me tomorrow for dinner? Somewhere without my family?”

“I would love to,” she said back, a bright and besotted smile aimed up at him.