#spice under cut

[dark-and-kawaii]

A Princess & Her Paladin

He was aware that she required no protection. That her dragons and her own strength were shield enough against any formidable enemy.

Nonetheless, his heart ached to be by her side, to defend her from the cruelty of their world and those who sought to harm her. So, he promised her his unwavering loyalty, vowing to always be there whenever she needed him.

She accepted his offer of protection, but on one condition, that he, in turn, would open his heart to her love and allow her to give him the world he so rightly deserved.

(Spice photo undercut)

[slayersins-art]

getting handsy with the invocatio trio 1/3 suggestive

[deathbypufferfish]

Learning to be taken care of by someone who loves you

[simswoon]

Love Day 💗˚˖🌷͙.

Ollie never got my girly like this 😌

[bridgeportbritt]

Eric's Residence | Sage, SimDonia

Eric: How was your day?

Ella: Uh, it was... interesting.

Eric: Really? How so?

Ella: Well, I was, uh, studying with the girls earlier.

Eric: Ah, so gossiping and copying each other's homework?

Ella laugh: Basically.

Eric: Sounds like more fun than me and Anthony's gym session.

Ella: Yeah, it was fun. We just... got to talking about, you know, our love lives and stuff.

Eric: Oh?

Ella: Yeah. I didn't really know what to say...

Eric: What do you mean?

Ella: The girls were wondering about us since we've been hanging out a lot. Like if we were... dating.

Eric: Oh. So, what did you say?

Ella: That's we're just hanging out.

Eric: I see. Well, what did you want to say?

Ella: I don't know. I don't want to assume anything. It's not like we've had that talk.

Eric: Yeah. I guess I haven't really made any moves because I didn't want to assume anything either.

Ella: But, you want to? Make a move, I mean?

Eric: Yeah! I mean... if that's what you want. Is it?

Ella: That is what I want. Sorry that I haven't been clearer.

Eric: Don't be. It's nerve-wracking when it's someone you've cared about for so long. I wouldn't want to do anything to ruin our friendship.

Ella: Yeah, me either.

Eric: Well... how's this for a move?

I've been having a blast playing with these two, so I thought I'd share some of their cute gameplay moments as a couple!

[windslar]

It happened in a dream

[14dayswithyou]

I asked another yandere blog this but its still fresh on my mind. I hope it's okay!! I know it's established Ren is fine with kids but is he fine with a couple kids? As in 3+?

✦゜ANSWERED: Ren would be perfectly fine with more than one child ^^ His childhood had always been quiet and lonely (despite Hannah being around), so having more than one kid to fill the empty space would be really nice ;v;

Ren's inner child definitely wouldn't feel as lonely anymore, and he would also get to have multiple cute reminders of you(r face) tugging at his sleeves, messing up his hair, and getting marker stains all over his pants.

He also has a breeding kink — and while it's more-so for the aspect of filling you up — he does genuinely want to have a family with you. Even if it's through adoption or if you have a kid with someone else — as long as Ren gets to be with you and make you happy, that's more than enough for him.

[faerytrait]

and oh, i guess this is love i just want you to stay you know i hate giving up

the perfect ending to love day :-)

[livuvur]

Small art dump before I start working on requests, *raises brow*

[welcome-to-ratterrock]

In honor of Abraham’s introduction, please enjoy a snippet of a drabble I wrote featuring him and Levi…enjoying each other’s company.

The chains flowed over thick black claws like they were melting, the gold of the delicate strands so vibrant it was almost as though the metal had been coaxed into life under his patron’s hands. 

Levi slowly licked his lips, his eyes drinking in the jewelry. It was wholly possible…Abraham’s hands were unlike anything he had ever encountered.

He could hear the smug, hungry smirk in that rich, deep voice. “You like, moy rubin?”

Levi nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from Abraham’s latest masterpiece, already imagining how stunning the body jewelry would look when worn, the movement and sway of the chains sensual and sublime. His voice was low but full of admiration when he spoke. “Your mastery of metal…it’s incredible, Papochka.”

Abraham rumbled approvingly, curling his thick muscular tail around Levi to bring him closer. “Such pretty compliments, from that pretty mouth…I am liking that you recognize quality.”

And Levi was liking how Abe was already sporting a thick cock, and he hummed playfully as he curled into his arms, Abraham growling into Levi’s curls. Levi nuzzled his face against the hard muscle of his rat’s chest, one hand dipping into Abe’s open shirt to tease at a nipple while his other gently, oh so gently, stroked the chains, which rippled like they were silk, like water, so fine and delicate. “Nit nor sheyn, ober der ams. And I am liking that you handle delicate, beautiful things so expertly.” 

Abraham barked a laugh at that. “Beautiful boy, you fuck like rabbits in spring, hours and hours. Delikatnyy? No.” 

[ikemenomegas]

I figure I should send something in for your 200 follower thing but I have no brain cells so just give me slut shit with Akutagawa. Consider it a free space, write whatever slut shit you want for him. 🖤

Babyyyyyy, the baby boy 🤩 Ryu (that's short for Ryunosuke 😉) Aku! Angry little spicy baby!!!!

This whole event has truly been an exercise in going "i think i know what that means .... do i know what that means [insert frantic typing]" So I really need you to know the ideas here came from an article titled "30 ‘Slutty’ Things Every Woman Should Do Before Hitting 30".

8. Join Tinder. And actually meet up with someone from Tinder for a meaningless fling.

Given that Ryunosuke is one of the more wanted men in the city, you know this is going to have to be quick.

"Why are we doing this again?" your mate asks you, even while he dutifully fills out the profile questions, tilting his phone so you can help him choose pictures.

"I'm curious," you reply.

"About what?" he sighed as the loading bar slowly crawled across the screen.

"If you'll see what I see. And what you see."

He growled faintly but you just rubbed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Do you want me to choose Alphas or--"

"Everyone. This is an experiment, Ryu, one mustn't show bias."

"It's Gokon," he said, skeptical. And yes, the speed-dating style app was a bit of a silly thing, but you wanted to see him try it. You wanted to see how many people he matched him. You wanted him to see it. And maybe you were being a little silly and trying to see exactly what kind of people he chose.

It's not as though you were worried about Ryunosuke leaving, there was just a part of you that was curious what he would pick out of a lineup. You were a given choice, but the others were a complete mystery.

You watched him swipe left and right, filling up the "room" he had been assigned. There seemed occasional similarities of features, but some choices were complete wildcards to you.

He alternately scowled and flushed as he replied to the chats, the timer in the corner of the screen ticking down until they each fell away into a little icon in the opposite corner. He sometimes asked for your help, and because you could never completely abandon the love of your life, even to a scheme of your own devising, you'd offer ideas for replies or flirtatious lines to send back, whispering them in his ear or murmuring them against his jaw just to feel him shiver.

When the time was up, the slightly stunned look on his face at the sheer number of matches offering themselves to him made you near giddy.

He couldn't see the wicked grin on your face, which was just as well when you leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Now which one would you pick for a threesome?"

Ryunosuke startled, the high arc of his cheekbones burning red. Before he could answer, the screen fizzled black.

You sighed, "Too bad." Looked like the local authorities had caught onto his profile being present in the app.

With expert efficiency, your mate broke the phone open and plucked out the chips inside, which Rashomon ate with a satisfied little grumble.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Ryunosuke said.

"You never had a fling before," you tell him, as you left the back room of the restaurant you had taken temporary refuge in. "And sometimes I don't think you know how wonderful you are."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't worry about it. I have you."

"But that's just it. You've only ever had me. I don't want you to miss out of things just because I'm here."

A hot biting note rose to the top of his scent.

The next thing you knew, you were being yanked around the corner by your wrist.

"Do you miss out on things?"

You blinked at him. "Of course not. Even if you got tired of me, I don't think I could ever fall in love with someone else. You're it for me."

Ryunosuke cleared his throat of a little cough, looking flustered.

You stepped close to his chest, into his space so your scents twined together. "Are you sure you don't want to try it? Take some pretty thing out for a walk, let them push you up against the wall. Depending on how far you want to take it, I could come and rescue you. You look very cute when you need to be rescued."

Ryu looked a bit like he wanted his coat to swallow him, a bit like he had a fever. He tried to clear his throat again and it came out as a strangled little squeak. His hands were so pliant in yours when you pressed your fingers in the spaces between his.

You pulled him further into the shadows, tucking close together to conceal his distinctive silhouette as footsteps clattered by the mouth of the alley, but passed with barely a pause or further investigation.

You mouth was right by his ear when you whispered, "Either way, just let me know."

You knew you probably wouldn't receive an answer for some time but you snickered at his discomposed little growl.

3. Give a blowjob when you shouldn’t.

I think Akutagawa would both do this and let it be done. He can be taught to lay aside shame, and it in fact would be very good for him. All of his mentors so far have controlled him in some way by shaming him for not behaving in the inhuman ways they instruct him in. If you can get him to let go of that, he would do the most unhinged slut shit including:

"You need to be on the top of the Ueno Exchange on the third," Dazai's melodious voice gave instructions on the other end of the line.

You sank deeper in your chair, untroubled, spreading your legs wider and twisting back and forth.

Between your knees, Ryunosuke whined, pleading silently for you to stay still. You caressed his face, carding through his feathery hair, praise and apology at once.

In his eyes was a faint remnant of that hungry need you had first seen years before, eyes fixed on where the voice that had once dictated his world emanated from. Far more present was the glassy haze of desperate arousal, matching the sheen of saliva around his mouth, which was around you. Still, you nudged the settings on the vibrator inside of him one level higher.

A muffled, aching sound was pressed in the crease of your thigh as your mate leaned forward, his fingers gripping the floor.

"What was that?"

"Just penciling it in." Which was a straight up lie because you knew better than to write plans like this down, but with the Demon Prodigy it was never unwise to lay a few false threads, just in case.

"One more thing."

"Hm?" You wrapped your hand around the back of your mate's head and pulled him further onto you, slowly, giving him time to tap you on the ankle to tell you stop if he needed to. He didn't.

"Bring Akutagawa," Dazai added.

You let silence stretch between you two, even though you suspected Ryunosuke's old mentor was immune to the discomfort of such things.

"Why?"

"You might need a guard," came the unconcerned reply, "and he's always been such a good dog."

The pressure of Ryunosuke's mouth became more insistent and you carefully swallowed down a hungry sigh.

"He's not a dog," you said clearly, and then you hung up.

There were tears in Ryunosuke's eyes. You didn't know whether that was because you were hitting the back of his throat or the exchange.

You held out the remote control. Your mate just closed his eyes, the tears falling free down his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," you breathed wonderingly, and then you pressed the vibrations to the highest level.

He came, arching his back, his mouth coming free from you, throwing his head back with a high gasp. You used your own hand to finish, pointing your release onto the apex of his tightly pressed thighs where it mixed with his.

He remained that way, bowed, for long minutes as the vibrator pushed his climax long and hard until your mate was nearly humping the air, little sounds of near-pain falling from his mouth.

You slipped from your chair and gathered him into your arms. You felt the cruel pulsing of the toy in side of him push him right over the edge into another orgasm in the way he shuddered against your shoulder, hands tucked to your chest.

"You did so well," you murmured, slowly turning the vibrator down, as you offered him praise, both for withstanding being a witness to that conversation, and for his show of strength.

He breathed hard and ragged against you trembling from the exertion and the aftershocks. He groaned as you reached a hand down and coaxed his thighs open. He was so wet, your fingers slid into him easily, but you had a hard time grabbing the toy.

"Push for me," you coaxed.

You felt him flex around your finger, his head tilting back. You felt the toy but when you tried to grab it, it slipped back inside.

"Again," you soothed, running your hand through his hair.

"Hnrgh." He groaned, doing as you instructed.

This time, you pulled out as he pushed, catching the little vibrator in your palm along with a splash of slick. Ryunosuke panted, his head falling to your shoulder as you gently brushed your thumb around his opening.

"What am I, if not a dog?" His voice creaked, gravely.

"You're mine, Omega. As long as you need to be."

He sighed into your neck.

[Much later on, you could also pull this trick in reverse where you're performing fellatio on Akutagawa, but while he's talking to Mori. But instead of keeping his mouth busy as a sexy version of deconditioning, it's truly just slut business ;). Akutagawa is trying so hard to keep himself under control which involves a much different mindset than his typical calls from Mori, and Mori calls him out on it, resulting in a much more erotica type result where Akutagawa has to lie about what's going on while you try very hard to get him to come]

25. Play a game of strip poker with a large group of friends. - this one is crack being treated as... something, I just think Akutagawa has no physical shame, his is all psychological.

This one was not at all your idea.

Akutagawa was sitting very calmly, sleeves rolled up looking faintly amused every time you glanced up at him.

Higuchi was without her jacket or her socks and shoes. A subordinate of Hirotsu-san, as well as the man himself, and Nakahara-san were present as well.

Akutagawa had said they needed a dealer for a game of poker with full implication that you would be the house. He'd said nothing about you playing along with him. The atmosphere was relaxed, or at least as relaxed as any high level gathering of mafia members ever got. You were progressively suspecting however that this was Akutagawa's version of "meet the parents".

You just didn't know why it had to be a game of strip poker that you were losing.

"Oh, what the hell," you muttered. You'd already lost your shoes, your watch (to which Nakahara-san had just rolled his eyes), and your socks. You shimmied around inside of your sweater, unbuttoning the shirt inside and pulling it out to toss on the back of your chair.

The corner of Akutagawa's mouth turned up, ever so faintly as he undid the cloth around his neck and folded it neatly over his armrest.

"When does the game end again," you squeaked.

"When only one remains," Nakahara-san said forebodingly, scowling at his cards and then throwing them back on the table so he could start unbuttoning his waistcoat.

"Or we all get bored and give up. It's why we play so everyone who folds also loses. The game goes quicker that way. Don't worry," Hirotsu-san said, much more like the kindly grandfather he resembled, "it's nothing we haven't seen before. You're the only newbie."

Somehow, that didn't help at all.

You felt like you were going to combust. Everyone more or less kept their modesty, but it was like being at the sauna, trying not to catch anyone's eyes as everyone gradually divested themselves of their covering.

Hirotsu had lost three hands ago and then bowed out. His subordinate had gone after Hirotsu with a cheerful wave at Akutagawa. Higuchi was gamely proceeding, but her poker face was immaculate and you weren't sure if she was going to win the round or not. Akutagawa on the other hand had a few very bad rounds and was sitting shamelessly in his chair with his coat draped around his shoulder for warmth, but bare of everything but a criminally subtle pair of lace briefs. You weren't sure if Higuchi had even noticed, but she was sitting ramrod straight and the tips of her ears had been red for a full fifteen minutes.

You were getting the distinct impression Nakahara-san just liked poker, but he was also winning and wore a truly ridiculous amount of layers.

That didn't make you less aware of how lovely Akutagawa was. You had never seen him in this state of undress, but now you were wondering if that was only because you'd been trying to be polite, chivalrous, and hadn't asked.

You all laid down your hands. It was Higuchi who barely seemed to relax. Nakahara-san just sighed.

Akutagawa blinked, barely a reaction and slid his fingers just inside the waistband of the last stitch of clothing he had on.

You flew out of your chair, feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire and completely forgetting about how little you had on yourself.

You put your hands on top of Akutagawa's. He looked up at you with surprise, as though he had no idea why you were out of your chair.

"Wh-what do we do after we're out of clothes," you scrambled for anything to explain why you were suddenly blocking him from the rest of the room.

"We don't usually get that far," Higuchi admitted, her voice very carefully without inflection.

"That's not true," Nakahara-san protested. "If you're still playing and you win you get to pick something to put back on."

Higuchi coughed once, very obviously.

Nakahara-san looked up, and went "Oh."

"Alpha you also lost," Akutagawa said, his low voice unaffected.

Nakahara-san stood up and stretched and gathered his discarded items. He was the only one in anything that would pass on the street. "It was a good game but everyone knows I was going to win. It was nice to meet you," he said politely, and then he walked out.

Akutagawa tried to rise and bid farewell, but Nakahara-san thankfully waved him off.

Higuchi was much less subtle, hurriedly pulling her blouse back on and tugging on her own sweater. "I'll be at headquarter's, senpai," she said, and then she too hurried off.

"Okay," Akutagawa said, leaning around you.

He looked back up at you one more time and then flipped over the cards in his hand. He thankfully still had his underwear on.

"You still lose," he said your name. "Take something off."

You just put your head in your hands.

[mllekurtz]

wip wednesday

A while ago I shared a snippet of a modern au one-shot I'm writing, affectionately known as the vibes fic. It has since grown into a 13k words (and counting) project, and I hope to be done with it by the end of the month.

Writing without worrying about a plot, just opening a doc and seeing where the story takes me, has been very refreshing! Enjoy this snippet.

Taking advantage of Caleb’s momentary speechlessness, Essek goes on. “I’m also aware of the assumptions you might have made regarding my experience. Yes, I have kissed before, and yes, I’ve had partners.” He keeps his voice flat through all of this, as if he were commenting on an experiment. “I’ve never liked lacking experience. I want to try things firsthand, this one included. But it wasn’t… it was never because I wanted it,” he finishes, addressing the last words to Caleb’s left shoulder.

Having recovered a little, Caleb doesn’t force him to look up as he asks, “And now?” After a long moment, Essek makes eye contact again. He doesn’t look frantic like a few minutes ago, whatever urgency caught him has eased its grip upon him. He seems determined and calm. “I want it,” he admits. “I want to know what you like and how and for how long. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you. And then I want to do it.” These words, delivered in the plainest, most factual tone, make Caleb’s cock twitch distinctly. His palms suddenly feel like they’re burning. He helplessly wonders how many layers are still buried under the calm surface of Essek, and for how long he will let Caleb peel them off. “And you?” he manages to say. “You asked me what I want.” With sudden tenderness, Essek cups his cheek. Caleb’s heart aches under the weight of this touch, and of the sad smile tugging at Essek’s mouth. “Do I need to say it? Nobody has ever asked me that before.” He looks at Caleb, unblinking, searching. The gravity in his eyes is inescapable. His hand leaves Caleb’s cheek and grabs his shirt by the collar. “First, I want this off.”

[theplottdump]

That night, love found itself at home in all corners of the Starlight Casino, presenting itself in it's many forms and languages. 💌🎵

Acts of Service-

Quality Time- (Even with Oneself)

Words of Affirmation-

and Physical Touch.

But unfortunately, for one Curator's Assistant, the only gift Poppy had to give sweet, kind, Alejandro was locking him safely inside a hermetically sealed vault for the remainder of the night.

Did she feel a little guilty? Sure-

She just hoped he wouldn't take it too personally. Such was the nature of their work, and unlike some people upstairs, she still had a job to do.

And with all the pieces finally in place, it was time for the real fun to begin.

[fandomfloozy]

random ask: what is your absolute most favorite food ever? the one that you wish you could summon at will with no prep required and also need everyone around you to try and also love (but not so much that there's none left for you)?

Chilaquiles!!!!!!!!!!! Love em. Ugh. In every shape and form. 🩷

With the green sauce

With the red sauce

With a bunch of meat

For breakfast with eggie on top

HNFNWK XMAH UAGH they're so versatile and delicious and I love being Mexican so much cuz our dishes are a shit ton of iterations of tortilla(chip), egg, meat, salsa

I'm a simple girl who loves tortilla, egg, meat, salsa 🤤🤤

[howthesleeplesswander]

“You like that, then? How it feels when I— Ah. Shhh. There’s no need to talk.”

After all, Rody’s face says it all, paired with the hiccups of whimpers bubbling through his lips, the way his breath hitches when Vincent gets him just right. He’s since pulled back from meticulous work on an exposed neck and down the curve of his shoulder, taken that moment to observe the heated blossoms in Rody’s cheeks, the twin coals of desire in his eyes. A satisfied purr rumbles in Vincent’s chest at the display, but he’s nowhere near done.

“Where is it the best?” He moves back in, tone low and guttural as he drags his teeth along the shell of his ear. “Here?” His lips fall lower, rediscovering a recently abused patch on Rody’s neck that he teases with a sharp bite. “Here?” Lower. Down to his shoulder, right there in that concave of his clavicle, Vincent takes some of that skin into his mouth and sucks generously. “Here . . . ?” He expels a weighted breath, and before his next suggestion, a wicked curve spreads across his lips.

“Or do I keep going lower?”

// vincent is impatient and needs to destroy a boy ♡ ～('▽^人)

Answered! || @sansgout

((oh don't worry, he already is B3c 🔥🔥))

Immediately, he'd been instructed not to touch.

Less than five minutes later, Rody already knew that, across all twenty-eight of his failed jobs, he'd never faced a task so difficult to succeed at.

His shirt had been cast off to a forgotten corner of the bedroom, but the cool caress of the sheets at his back was negated by the heat of Vincent's mouth on his skin. Every bite and suck pried out soft gasps and hiccuping sounds, but Rody hardly cared about his own noises.

He'd never heard Vincent sound like this before. His voice was low and rough; passionate, like he'd been yearning for this for ages. Like learning where Rody liked that torturous heat best—an impossible choice when every spot blew his mind all over again—was the most important thing in the world. But before Rody could even try to respond, Vincent paused just long enough to study him. Attentive. Hungry. Then he hummed like he was so pleased with what he saw, and Rody's brain crashed almost as spectacularly as when their mutual desires had first been made known.

When he finally rebooted, a longer sound seeped out: a pitiful attempt at finding his voice. Apparently his body was all too eager to be burned alive, for just the word "lower" from those lips made Rody's already-prominent flush follow them, spreading down to the newest bruise at his collar.

"Vince—" He couldn't help but squirm; it was all he could do to keep his hands obediently clenched in the sheets. "All of it," he murmured on a heavy breath, desire clouding his eyes. "I can't—can't choose. It all feels so good."

[beebeesiims]

MADDIE: hey mom have yo-ooAH!! BYE NEVERMIND!!

achievement unlocked: learning to knock.