#mm spice

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

Solomon x GN! reader

Warning: suggestive

Minors DNI!

It's too early in the morning as you mindlessly shuffle your way to the kitchen with the smell of coffee in the air coaxing you along. Being one of two occupants in the dormitory leads you to the conclusion that Solomon's already awake.

Your foot hardly makes it past the threshold, immediately stopping as your eyes land on him -- back turned towards you, leaning over the counter rubbing his eyes with a yawn while he waits for the coffee to brew. The only thing adorning this body is a pair of boxer briefs, so that means you're getting quite the eyeful of his glorious pact marks.

What a wonderful morning already.

As quietly as you can, you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around him. His muscles tense at the sudden touch, though he quickly relaxes when he realizes it's you.

"Good morning," he says in a deep, raspy morning voice that drives you to near insanity. You can almost hear the smile in his words, knowing it's already made his morning just by being in your arms.

You place a little kiss on his shoulder. "Good morning to you, Sol."

That's when your hands begin to wander along his torso, feeling the smooth skin beneath your own, following all the little dips and curves. You go so far as to push your hands beneath the waistline of his boxers so your palms lay flat against his hip bones. You notice Solomon's breathing growing heavier from your exploring.

He chuckles lowly, "what are you doing?"

"Mm," you hum as you continue to pepper kisses along his shoulders and up the nape of his neck, while your hands rub up and down the sides of his pelvis, "just appreciating the morning's gifts."

This makes him groan softly and his arousal to grow steadily.

"You know what you're doing. And it makes me want to do more than just appreciate you." Solomon turns to grab a hold of your hips, spinning you around until you're pushed against the counter he'd been previously leaning on.

You're stuck between two forces who do not intend to budge, a rock and a hard man...place, if you will.

His face draws in closer to yours, his breath fanning across your skin and the warmth of his lips brushing against your own. There's a fire burning in his eyes that almost feels misplaced, as if the deep blue within them could drown out anything that wasn't soft admiration for you. But it's a look you've seen before, one you'd gladly see over and over.

A sly grin tugs on your lips as you decide to push him one last time, knowing what's to come if you do.

Your hands slide up along his broad shoulders before letting your fingers travel down to the pact mark that's occupying the area of his collarbone. Then, out of nowhere, your tongue makes contact with his salty skin, tracing along the lines of the pact mark in a fluid motion. Solomon's knees nearly buckle as he shudders from your intimate touch.

"Fuck it. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." he growls, pinning you harder against the counter, and grabbing your face between needy hands to smash his hungry lips against yours.

Indeed. What an even better morning it's become.

[gojo-mochi]

A horny thought from a sleepy soft:

Imagining home alone at night, watching a p-video and casually touching yourself to a good spot. Not hearing your sweet lover call your name until he was already opening the door. You scrambled to hide your phone and get up to greet him with a kiss, thighs slick with arousal.

And of course, he notices when you pull away from him. Awkwardly chucking that you needed to use the bathroom, but he can smell the arousal on you, pulling you back on the bed and straddling his lap. You slick stained shorts grinding right over his bulge. He teases you and ask what you were doing while he was away at work. You confess and told him the truth and he asked to see the video you were watching.

You didn’t had time to close the tab so you grudgingly give him your phone. Your lover leans back on the bed with you still straddle him, one hand on your waist, rubbing small circles under your top. The other hand holding the phone while he plays the video on full blast. Commenting and looking at you in his side view, setting your whole body on fire from the embarrassment.

“Hmph, I bet I could do better then that guy…”

“She’s moaning a lot but not as pretty or as loudly as you though.”

“Is this what you like? You could had just told me?”

“Shall we copy what they’re doing in the video, hmm?”

[sharonisthebettercarter]

"how do you know so much about the spice girls?"

billy:

[fsheryy]

dunno if I'm ever gonna finish this but silly regshow au comic (side note he doesn't join>:)

[nyrarachelle-plays]

@deardiaryts4 Please Come to Front of the Class...<3

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED AND MISSION COMPLETE! How about my 8-year-old (?!) Legacy Family...the Grady's! Well, in this case, the Kahn's! I even played it out on camera for y'all! :))) | NYRARACHELLE Plays.

Watch Gianna FINALLY get her lick back after her husband, Gary, had a secret child with her own mother, behind her back! She's giving him a taste of his own...literally.

(thank you to story progression...and to @deardiaryts4 for this generation's mess LOL)

[sentimental-apathy]

Happy Pride, yall.

[zeldabf]

couples mask! this one was a bit more of a challenge considering that the mask doesn’t have a whole lot going on visually. i tried somewhat mimicking the pattern on the mask in the hair’s shape, as well as with little suit accents. the red/purple rose is intended to be an homage to anju and kafei! i may redraw this one with more little details, dunno.

though it also has no human name yet, this one is gender-fluid! any/all pronouns.

thank you @hero-of-fortune for the suggestion!

perhaps i’ll get around to a keaton mask gijinka soon, or the blast mask… hmm hmm, quite a few options…

[socialc1imb]

Song of Healing

Do NOT repost my art without asking/without credit.

[skyward-floored]

Lately I’ve been thinking of my true form au and glancing at what I have written but I never get very far in writing because I remember the entire plot hinges on implying something I refuse to outright write so I’m stuck in this weird limbo of “what’s the best way to imply this” and “okay even just implying this is killing me”

[citylighten]

[aridridge]

[tabl3]

goth x punk

rq by @davenweenie :)

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystictober Day 19

Mystictober 2024 | Day 19: RikaxMC/Healing

"I won't forgive you for what you've done. I hope you know that," you said as Rika curled in on herself. She held herself because it seemed as though she would fall apart if she didn't. "The only reason I think I can trust you and V right now is because if I had to choose between the Prime Minister and you? I, unfortunately, have to choose you."

Rika didn't fight back, nor did she try to dispute your claims. "The lesser of two evils, right? I don't think it's fair to say I appreciate you trusting me, since the last thing you want is my appreciation after all I've done."

You snorted. "I don't want anything to do with you, Rika. I can tell you the same can be said of the RFA. You know, Saeran told me about the reason why you created Mint Eye. You wanted to make sure that you would never be alone again, but if you ask me, you were never alone in the first place. You had the RFA, but that wasn't enough for you, so what did you do? You blew it up, too afraid to let them in, and decided the only way to keep others would be to force them to stay so you would never have to face the truth."

She didn't try to argue against that.

You didn't expect her to fight back anymore. After what she told you and Saeran the night before, you could see all the fight escape her in a heartbeat. However, just because she wouldn't fight back didn't mean you wouldn't tell her what you needed to say. You weren't like your lover, you knew you didn’t need to forgive her to move forward and find peace.

Saeran needed that, but you needed her to know you saw her for what she was.

You wouldn't spare her any kindness, and she knew that from the very moment you met her eyes. How could you forgive her when she and V caused everything to burn like it did? You nearly tackled her in the evening the night before when she shackled Saeran. The one and only thing that stopped you was the agents outside with guns. There was nothing but anger in your heart because of that. It took you a few minutes to help him feel safe again.

She knew his childhood trauma, she knew what he suffered, and seeing those chains on him hurt you just as much as they hurt him.

"I deserve your malice," she whispered.

"I don't want to waste my energy on you, Rika," you turned away from her as tears began to crop up in her eyes. "I want to forget you once I know Saeran and I will be safe from your grasp. I won't forgive you... I'll never forgive you. Saeran may not forget you, because he wants to move forward in life knowing he chose kindness, but in time, neither of us will have to think about you, or what you've done. That's how we will heal... that's how everyone will heal, and if you know what's good for you... you'll move on, too."

You could feel her confused eyes on your back.

You weren't doing this for her sake. You were doing this for the sake of everyone else who would never want to again look her in the eye for what she’d done. You couldn't forgive her, you would never forgive her, but she would tell her the one thing you knew that could not only protect your loved ones but allow her to do what Saeran hoped she’d do. 

"This is the only kindness I'll spare you, Rika Kim, and I'm offering it so you and V can show me the last place you saw my love. If you intend to do as Saeran said and change for the better, you need to let go of the RFA, of Saeran, of Saeyoung, of me, and V. The only way you'll ever escape this web you wound yourself into is if you move on. You'll heal and find a way to wake up in the morning, but you'll never escape your demons or the consequences of your actions. If you are determined to do better, you'll take responsibility and leave."

Saeran would be proud of you, you knew, for choosing to hold your head up high. You also knew he wouldn't be mad if you struck low... and hit her where it hurt. But, to make sure you didn't lose him to a monster in broad daylight, you would offer those words to show her you were capable of holding back your gnashing teeth and burning lungs. You wanted her to live with what she did forever, to carry the weight of her sins with her because her victims would have to do the same, but right now?

Your main concern was finding your way back to Saeran.

"I will," she said.

You weren't sure if you could believe her... but you knew you could believe in Saeran.

"Thank you."

[fellamarsh]

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Wanna learn more? Summary under the cut ;)

When Fae awakens in an unfamiliar home, he has no memory of how he got there—or of much else.

Only three things are clear to him. First, he is a vampire. Second, he burns at his center with an inexplicable and implacable anguish. The third he keeps to himself, unwilling to risk reaching the limit of his hosts' kindness. He'll stay with them until he regains his strength, then flee—no harm done.

When Roa came upon the unconscious vampire on his family's ranch, he was wholly unprepared to find himself attracted to the handsome stranger. His life—the love of his family and his clan—had always been enough for him before. But as quiet, brilliant Fae recovers, then chooses to stay in Roa's ancestral home, it becomes clear to him that he wants something more... just as it becomes clear that something is terribly wrong.

In the face of insurmountable grief, how can love survive?

[dustbon]

Mr. Feng DID divorce Lily as he promised and Gigi invited him over immediately to- uh talk. As you can see. 

Just FYI, Victor is 20+ years older than Gigs. Ah, another potential red flag. This isn’t the healthiest relationship to ever exist, but our girl is happy and things sort of worked out for both?

[nyrarachelle-plays]

Soon, SHE's the Muse.

Roger's still playing around, but as a curating artist (Patron of the Arts), himself, he definitely prefers his place behind the camera. And being that she's a "Self-Absorbed" sim, herself, Krystle's loving the attention.

Previously. (She Returns...) | Next. (Still Holding Onto One Another.)