#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.

[spicychimera]

[dreamlightgallery]

Nobody ended up asking me about the headcanon so I'm going to share it with the void:

So we all know the common headcanon of Burning Spice being Capsaicin's father, right? Well, it sort of sparked a thought within me. The reason Burning Spice is so destructive is because everything (aside from himself) is ephemeral, fated to be lost to the sands of time...

What also tends to happen with this headcanon is that Burning Spice tries to persuade Capsaicin to destroy things, yes? But of course, Capsaicin is deathly afraid of hurting others. That is what tends to stifle Burning Spice's attempts at convincing him. (What's usually pointed to as a factor in the other direction is Capsaicin being a people pleaser, but that's another story.)

As we know, Capsaicin is rather sturdy and powerful for a Cookie. His past is also... shrouded in mystery aside from being shackled. That is to say his origins are unclear. That is also to say that we don't know if he has the lifespan of the average Cookie.

MY POINT IS: Perhaps—regardless of whether or not Burning Spice is somehow involved—Capsaicin is also deathly afraid of losing his loved ones. Like. To death in particular. Crumbling. Sogginess. Being Obliterated. More anxious about it than average. Front of the mind. Like thanatophobia levels of anxious. He already doesn't want to accidentally kill them and spirals at the thought. I think it makes sense.

He was also the first to call for help when it seemed as though Prune Juice needed to be taken to the infirmary in the first trial of the Triple Cone Cup, and while that can be chalked up to Kouign-Amann being in shock and Capsaicin being altruistic in general, I will take crumbs.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

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

billy:

[itsdrawingmen]

Day 4+5/7 — AU/Postcanon + Dressing up/Undressing

'And what do you think you're doing, young man?!'

'Aw c'mon, I know you won't be needing this. Hehe'

[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?”

[fsheryy]

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

[lupuspluvio]

[kutyozh]

sick and tired of the us of a. if i see one more thing. if i hear one more thing about or related to the fucking us of a i'm going to snap i'm going to explode

[kitkat13001]

underrated place to look for snacks: the spice cabinet

[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.)

[spicychimera]

I'm really happy with how this came out :3

I figured it be fun to set a little art meme/challenge where people colored in the line art for fun! Feel free to try it if you want.

The transparent versions under the read more.

[sentimental-apathy]

Happy Pride, yall.

[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”

[mezmer]

Guuuurl!!!! That was the best pumpkin pie I've ever had aaghh I can't wait until I have room for another slice!

[vagueconfusion]

nothing quite like realizing how depressed you've been via having your unopened bag of gluten free flour thrown out because of the expiration date and your dad's response to you being confused is a shoulder shrug