#spicy!
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LOVED the making out with jason blurb so much!!! the yearn is real, my friend. could i ask for more firsts with him? first fight, maybe? first time making up?
Absolutely! A little angst always leads to something spicy, right? I'm gonna see where this goes. So let's goooo!
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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader
Warnings: Angst + smut
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Your time out with Jason was always fun. Dinner and drinks, private most of the time.
So when he asked you to some bigger events, you were more than happy to join him. He was thrilled to show you off, show his friends and family how happy he was he found you.
He'd gone through some heartbreak. He'd made some mistakes. He was trying to put himself back together, and then you came alone.
Like a lost puzzle piece.
He laughed easily with you -- loved your bright smile and electric personality. Your sense of humor matched perfectly with his. And he loved the ease and comfort you found meeting people in his inner circle.
The dress you had on was new, hugging you in the right places. A tall pair of fall boots, your hair wild and free but styled and sexy. You were a sight for sore eyes after all his back-and-forth travel lately.
Walking into the event with him was a dream. You smiled up at him, he smiled up at you.
When you walked to the bar to get your drinks, his eyes lingered. Sure, he was a celebrity, but he's still amazed you wanted him. His confidence had been shaken a little in the past few years, and he wants to hang onto you for dear life.
Chatting with a friend, he looked over at the bar where you were waiting for your drinks.
And that bartender was gazing at you a little too much.
You threw your head back and laughed at something he said.
He kept mixing your drinks, smiling at you.
Jason was trying like hell to listen to the person talking to him. But he couldn't look away.
When the bartender put the drinks in front of you, he expected you to swing around and head back to him. But you didn't. You leaned on the bar and the bartender laughed.
And then you laughed.
And Jason's heart felt like it was shattering. You finally nodded and waved, grabbing your drinks and smiling as you headed back to him.
But his eyes left yours, and he went back to his conversation.
"Hey, babe, here's your drink," you offer, Jason taking it without saying much more than a mumbled, "Thanks."
His friend left the conversation and made their way around the room and you saw him take a hard sip.
"Hey, Jas, you OK?" you asked, touching his arm, which he shook off.
Uh-oh. What was going on?
"Fine," he said, taking another drink, not making eye contact.
"What's... what's going..."
Before you could finish, the bartender was in front of you.
"Another drink, sir?" he asked Jason, flashing a grin at you.
"Not from you, pal," Jason said, clenching and twisting his jaw as he answered.
"Jason...what..."
"I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you with something?"
Jason takes the last swig of his drink and sets it on the bartender's tray.
"No. You can help me by staying away from my girlfriend."
The bartender's eyes go wide, and he mumbles a sorry and takes the tray and empty drink back to the bar.
"Jason, what has gotten into you?" you ask, your eyes wide in shock. You've never seen him treat a server this way. Ever.
"Me? What about you? What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice lower now. "Flirting with the bartender? C'mon."
Your mouth drops open, and you cross your arms.
"Flirting. With. The. Bartender. Okay, I can't begin to tell you how wrong you are..."
Jason chuckles rudely. "You might think I'm wrong but I'm sure as hell not blind."
You're trying to keep your cool. You're partly hurt, partly mad, partly in shock...
"Jason, my God. I was not flirting. That guy knows someone I went to college with, and we were just..."
"You were just fielding your options. I get it."
"Sweetheart, no. No! God, no. First off, he's like 10 years younger than me. So no thank you. A BIG no thank you to that. But most importantly, I'm madly in love with you."
Jason's eyes dart back to yours.
You'd been together a little while, but the L word hadn't been uttered yet.
You nod and your eyes connect with his.
"You heard me."
He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't heard that word in...
"Love? You're in love with me?"
You smile and chuckle, cupping his cheek in your hand.
"You forgot a word there, Jas. Madly. I'm madly in love with you."
Jason blushes and pulls you to his chest, tilting your head up to look at him. "Madly."
You nod. "Madly. So are you done being mad?"
He chuckles and kisses your lips gently. "I'm done being mad, but not done being madly in love with you, too."
The bartender makes his way around the room again and tries to flash you a smile, which you ignore. Jason stars at him with daggers in his eyes.
"He was flirting with you though," Jason whispers in your ear. "And he's still trying."
"Barkin' up the wrong tree, that one," you joke, kissing his lips again. He laughs at that. He ropes his arms around you and holds you tight, leaning into your ear.
"You wanna get outta here?" he asks with a husky voice.
"Why? Don't you wanna stick around and hang with your friends?"
He shrugs a shoulder.
"I'd rather take you home."
You smirk and bite your lip, leaning into his ear.
"I'm game. I wanna show you how madly in love with you I am."
He grabs your hand and heads for the door, texting his friends on the way out that he needs to get home.
In the back of the town car, your lips don't separate, drinking each other in. His hands down your chest, under your dress, over your thighs. He tugs you over his lap and you squeak in surprise.
"Mine," he murmurs against your neck. "Mine."
Your body burns with desire, your hungry hands running through his hair, down his short beard, down his broad chest...
Luckily the town car pulls up outside his place and he rushes you out the door before you get in trouble for indecency. Once the door to his apartment closes, he's got you against the other side, a thigh hitched to his side.
"Mine," he repeats again, his lips and teeth working across the soft skin of your neck.
"Yours," you murmur in reply, breath coming in short. "Yours."
He takes you to the bedroom, and unzips your dress, sitting you on the bed to take off your boots. He kisses up your calves to your thighs, and then crawls over you on the bed. You love being caged by him like this.
Once he's over you, you coax him to his back, working his shirt off, and kissing and nipping down his chest, across his nipples, down his belly, your hands trailing after you.
"Mine," you whisper to his skin, and he watches you from above with wide eyes.
You kiss your way back up, hovering over his face, his lips hungry for your kiss.
"I would be some kind of fucking fool," you start, kissing his collarbone, his neck, "to want anyone but you."
Your hands work down his body, something he's self-conscious about even on his best days.
"You drive me absolutely wild with lust," you whisper, leading back to his lips. His big, warm hands are on your back, down the curve of your waist and hips. "And I'm so goddamn madly in love with you I physically ache."
He closes his eyes and savors your words. Your fingers drag down his body again.
"Fucking perfect," you say, your eyes starry with adoration. "These big hands that hold me, the way your forearms flex when you roll up your sleeves. This strong, broad chest, and this warm, masculine body... and this chest hair that makes me want to scream..."
He just watches you worship him. This is new to him. This praise. This adoration.
Your fingers work open the buckle of his belt, his cock hard behind his pants. When you unbutton and lower the zip, you slip your hand inside. His hips twitch as you touch him.
"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes out, watching you pull his jeans down, which he raises his hips to help you do.
You nibble his hips, his thighs. He's alert and standing at attention when you finally wrap your lips around him and he moves a hand into your hair as he watches you.
As you move against him, he whispers, "Mine," again. And it makes your core throb. When you pop off him with a wet sound, you look up at him. "Mine."
"Yours," he answers.
You crawl back up and he rolls you to your back, holding you, kissing you, your bodies tangled in the sheets together, his lips on your neck. When your bodies connect you both moan and smile, returning your lips together.
"Baby..." he breathes against your neck. "God, baby...you're it for me..."
You run your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, your body reaching the edge of pleasure with each thrust. Sweet whispers and moans and noises of love fill the room.
When your body clenches around his, your head thrown back in pleasure, he smiles as he brings his lips to your neck, following behind you with a heavy moan and stuttering hips.
You let him lay in your arms, against your chest, your breath catching between you.
"Do you believe me?" he asks quietly. And you tilt your head to look at him.
"You're it for me."
You smile and kiss the top of his head.
"And you're it for me. Remember -- madly in love. Madly."
He hugs you closer, kissing your collarbone, neck, and then your lips.
"I just hated the idea of anyone looking at you the way I do, I guess," he murmurs. "I don't want to lose you."
Your fingers play with his hair and it makes him hum and relax.
"You won't lose me," you answer quietly. "I don't wanna lose you, you don't wanna lose me. There ain't a thing to lose. We're it, babe."
He looks at you and delivers a gentle kiss, rolling to his side and pulling you into his embrace. "Good, because you belong here. In my arms. And I belong here. With you in my arms."
"Damn right, babe."
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for the guessing game! do mav and rooster break the hard deck and if so, does admiral ice have anything to say about that?
Whether they break the hard deck is answered here!
I don't currently have any plans to have Admiral Ice address that specifically on screen. He is, shall we say, SLIGHTLY distracted that night by... other things 😉
(spice ahoy!)
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That night, Maverick lets himself into the house and goes straight up to Ice’s office. Sure enough, Ice is still at his desk, looking a little pale, a little tired, but still so goddamn beautiful. “You are unreal,” Maverick says as Ice looks up, and strides around the desk, spinning the desk chair around unceremoniously and leaning down to catch Ice’s lips in a deep, searing kiss.
To his credit, Ice only freezes for a second, surprise giving way to twenty-seven years of well-earned reflex. He reaches out and grabs Maverick’s uniform shirt, hauls him closer until Maverick has to put a knee on Ice’s chair next to Ice’s thigh or fall straight into him. Maverick grins, and slides his tongue past Ice’s teeth, a pleased hum rumbling from somewhere in his chest.
“Too fucking hot at any age,” he manages to get out in between kisses, sliding his hands up Ice’s chest and behind his head, cupping Ice’s nape with one hand and scritching into his hair with the other. “What the fuck, it’s witchcraft.”
Ice snorts a laugh, inelegant and right into Maverick’s face, grinning up against Maverick’s lips. Maverick swallows the laugh, too, leans forward some more until he can settle his weight over Ice’s thighs, tightens his hand in Ice’s hair and uses it to tilt his head back, pressing Ice down into the chair and kissing him very deliberately. He feels Ice’s breath hitch--
--and catch, and suddenly Ice is ripping his head away as his chest spasms in a coughing fit, barely managing to avoid slamming their teeth together painfully. Maverick starts, pulls away immediately to find the ever-present glass of water on Ice’s desk. “Shit, shit, shit,” he mutters, rubbing his hand in circles on Ice’s back as he finds the glass and hands it over. Ice grips it hard as he brings it to his lips and gulps--once, and again. The coughing subsides. “Shit, Ice, you okay?”
Ice gives him a thumbs up, still drinking the water. Maverick… smiles, very reluctantly. Yeah, of course. Ice was ‘okay’ bent over a toilet and puking up bile midway through chemo, and ‘okay’ while ripping sores open in his mouth from the radiation through dry, hacking coughs, and ‘okay’ right after surgery to take half his voice box out, too.
“That’s getting worse,” Maverick observes, and makes sure his voice stays casual. Nothing gets Ice’s back up like Maverick worrying about his health these days. It’s possible Maverick used up all his grace on that by hovering a little too hard while Ice was mid-treatment.
He maintains he was allowed, considering his partner of decades was mid-treatment for cancer.
And--yeah, Ice frowns at him over the glass, sets it down behind him and opens his mouth. Then he pauses, frowns harder, and twists around to reach for his phone.
Hm. Yeah. Maverick very pointedly does not say shit.
It’s nothing, just the end of the day, Ice types.
“Oh, yeah?”
Yeah, Mav. Ice gives him a stubborn, grumpy look. Maverick makes sure his face is still as neutral as he can make it. Ice sighs. I called the doctor. I have an appointment for after the mission. It’s fine.
Well, Maverick does at least trust Dr. Kealey to tell it to them straight. If she’s not insisting Ice show up at the hospital immediately, then Maverick can let it go.
“Alright,” he says, and leans in for another kiss. Ice kisses back, losing the tension in his shoulders as he does. Maverick pulls back with a grin. “Still, maybe we shouldn’t push it too much, old man. Why don’t you just sit back--” He slides to his knees, slides his hands down until they’re pressed to Ice’s thighs, and watches Ice’s pupils dilate deliciously “--and… think calming thoughts?”
He holds Ice’s gaze the whole time he is bending his head, the whole time he is unbuttoning and unzipping Ice’s fly with his teeth, the whole time he is pressing his mouth to the half-hard bulge that meets him through Ice’s briefs.
Yeah, he thinks, as he feels Ice hardening the rest of the way against his lips. I still got it.
And then he stops thinking for a while, and makes sure Ice does, too.
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#wip snippet#ask game#adi is a writer#operation groundhog au#spicy!#icemav#this one is emphatically that so LOL
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maddie instagram jumpscare (i liked the caption too so i included it)
I'VE SEEN THAT POST!! i liked and commented on my spam LOLL
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laudna taking necromantic damage while she sleeps. yes yes yes yes yes yes yeys eysy yse ysyes
#spicy!#1h24m c3e74#text#critical role#cr3#cr lb#cr spoilers#laudna cr#not confirmed but hopefully:#delilah briarwood
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Hello dear, how’s everything? Hope you are morr than fine these days 😸 Say, for the aks, can I have a Hideyoshi with word “heat” and ♨️? (That is a osen/hot spring emoji btw, also it’s not necessarily a “hot” ask hahahah just if tou are in the mood otherwise is just fine with wtvr you feel like and feels comfortable writing) 💓
Ehehehe an opportunity to write Hideyoshi in a less . . . mothering . . . light! Approx. 900 words of heat, an onsen, and a healthy amount of spice.
Hideyoshi leaned back against the stone side of the hot spring and let his eyes drift shut. The water steamed the air around him like a hot, velvety fog. There were few occasions he could relax like this and it felt incredibly good to just let go for a little while. He took a deep, slow breath and sank a little lower in the water.
“I knew I’d find you here.” The chatelaine’s voice floated to him through the heated air.
He opened his eyes and saw the outline of her at the far end of the pool. The steam was just thick enough to lend her figure an air of mystery, though he could clearly make out the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. She was a sight he thought he could never tire of. Hideyoshi’s mouth curved up in a pleased smile. “Are you joining me?”
“Yep. It’s just really hot.” She dipped her toe in the water and pulled it back.
“You have to go slow, let your body adjust.” He moved over to her side. “It will be a little uncomfortable at first, but then you start to relax and it’s -” He searched for the right word for a moment.
“Perfect?”
Hideyoshi chuckled. “That works.”
She sat down at the edge of the pool and carefully put her feet in. Her face was already flushed, her hair damp and clinging to her skin where it touched. The nervous expression she wore eased after a long moment, and she scooted forward to sink her legs into the water up to her knee. “That does feel good,” she sighed.
He took her foot in his hands and began to rub the tension from it. She worked hard, always taking on tasks and volunteering for things. The chatelaine needed this break as much as he did. They were both always taking care of other people and it was a nice change to just take care of each other for a bit.
“Oh my god. You are so good at that.” She made a little sound of pleasure.
Hideyoshi switched to her other foot. “I don’t have any training. I just go by your sweet expressions to figure out if what I’m doing works or not.” He grinned. “Right now, your face says ‘yes, yes, that’s the spot!’”
She laughed. “Are you teasing me right now, Mister Toyotomi?”
“A little,” he admitted.
“Well, you can tease me all you like as long as you keep doing that with your hands.” She leaned back, setting her hands a little behind her hips.
Hideyoshi wondered if she had any idea how she looked, sitting like that. Gorgeous came to mind. But that wasn’t quite right. Tantalizing might be better. He slid his hands up to her calf, continuing to work out her tension, though his thoughts were much less innocent.
The chatelaine regarded him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh is this a full body massage now? I thought you were just being sweet by rubbing my feet.”
“I think it ought to be,” Hideyoshi replied, trying to keep his voice level and calm. He didn’t feel calm at all. Desire set his pulse racing and thrummed in his low belly. But this was a hot spring and the point was to relax. Not . . . the many activities that stirred to life as he looked at her luscious beauty.
She laughed. “I never actually had one before. It’s kind of expensive and I thought it would be a little weird to be naked or, I guess mostly naked, while someone you don’t know rubs you.”
“Mmm. Yes. I wouldn’t want anyone else to touch you like that.” His hands slid up from her calves to her thighs.
The chatelaine sighed in pleasure at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “Right? And that’s even without a happy ending. I don’t think . . . a real . . . masseuse does that . . . it would be so awkward!”
“A happy ending?” Hideyoshi leaned closer, not understanding.
“Oh!” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “It’s a - a thing I heard. That some places kind of . . . finish you up? You know?”
“I don’t understand.” He didn’t, though he had a suspicion of what she meant. Services of a more intimate nature than just a massage. His fingers glided over her damp, slick skin, rubbing away the knots of tension in her inner thighs. Her legs slid a little further apart, and the sight of her like that sent a sharp need coursing through him. Relax relax relax, he thought, though the mantra did nothing to calm him.
“Mmmm. Damn, I didn’t even know I was tense there,” she sighed. She said nothing more on the subject of happy endings, but Hideyoshi wasn’t going to drop it. The idea stuck in his head, fueled by the sight of her and the sound of her pleasure.
This was a private onsen and they would not be interrupted. He placed a kiss on her leg. “So. These happy endings . . . they are a little more intimate than a massage?”
“Y-yes.” Her eyes opened and she watched him with a wary anticipation.
Hideyoshi brushed his fingertips over the soft skin of her low belly, tracing the line of her pelvic bone. “Creating some tension to release?”
She made a little sound of surprise at the touch.
“I think I get the idea, but . . . “ He used his other hand to bring her closer to the edge, until she was sitting half off and half on the stone. “Why don’t you tell me if I got it right?”
After that, Hideyoshi was a little busy with his mouth to say more. But based on the delighted noises his lovely made, he definitely had the right idea.
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🦚 😼
Love the bad intentions on this ask! 😈
Here's the ask game for anyone wanting to join in!
🦚 a sexy quote (spicy, outright nsfw, etc--if you're not comfortable with this one specify in the tags!)
NSFT under the cut!
V bites down on her lower lip as River’s fingers slide over her drenched panties. He raises a brow at her, daring her to make a sound, but she only looks at him with eyes so piercing it makes a shiver run up his spine.
“Oh, is that what we’re doing?”
River kneels between her legs and yanks her to the edge of the counter, her thick thighs resting on his shoulders. V can be difficult if she wants. She’s going to make him work for it and he’s more than happy to oblige.
His thumb runs up her slit, parting her open, feeling her heat through the fabric. He hears V draw a sharp breath, so he allows himself the pleasure of pulling her panties aside and sucking on her swollen clit. This time V cries out, legs quivering, and River can’t help but grin.
He plunges his tongue into her folds, groaning in delight, nose buried in her dark curls. V brings a hand to the back of River’s head, nails running over his scalp, her hips grinding against his mouth. The tip of his tongue circles her clit before his lips close around it, his mouth enveloping her so tenderly V begins to whimper.
“Beg.”
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sucktember 3 (messy)
Let’s see, there’s some backstory for this one, I suppose. It’s set in the same AU as this story for Codywan Kiss Bingo. However, it’s jumping forward quite a bit (someday, someday I’m going to write their whole story) and Cody is significantly further along transitioning at this point (which is a relief for me to write!).
Also, this goes out to @adiduck, who helped me figure out what I wanted to write for today and gave me the suggestion for this in particular!
ALSO it's VERY SPICY.
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“Oh, gods,” Cody panted, hands fisted in the sheets by his - and it still provoked a heady rush of euphoria, each time he thought of himself that way - hips. The sheets felt like an anchor point as he stared down at Obi-Wan, kneeling between his legs over the side of the bed.
She looked--so good, the long auburn tumble of her hair pulled over one bare shoulder, one of her hands on his thigh. She kept looking up at him, blue eyes bright and clear, as she slid her mouth further and further down the - the - cock that he’d so cautiously bought, just to see--
A part of him had been sure it’d feel wrong, that he’d have to laugh it off, sweep some part of himself back into the corner again.
But--
He couldn’t feel anything from it, not really. He didn’t have the credits to afford one of those models. And yet, heat boiled up in his gut, watching Obi-Wan slide further down, looking at the red stretch of her lips around the toy, her bare skin, the flush in her cheeks.
He made a hoarse, mournful sound when she pulled off, her mouth so shiny slick and messy with spit. She flashed him a grin and asked, “Should I keep going? Get you all wet and slick so you can fuck me?”
“Force,” he panted out, one hand coming up hesitantly to brush through her hair. “Yes, please.”
She grinned at him, wide and daring, and leaned down again, louder this time, and making an effort to make a mess.
#sucktember2022#day 3#messy#my writing#codywan#sequel to kiss bingo#spicy#SPICY!#but i managed to keep it short today!
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another thing I somehow noticed [another sanitized NSFW photo]
Was going about my merry way, doing whatever I was doing, and happened across this picture of a dinner being prepared:
That paper box she uses as a spice cabinet? It originally was filled with a set of ten TDK D-60EB audiocassette tapes!
I approve of the reuse and upcycling of deprecated technology packaging from the 1980s or early 1990s. And if you wondered how old this photograph is because of that item, let’s say a decade or less: the other visible bit of electronics on the table is an Iomega eGo 500gb external drive, which hit the market in 2010, and to her right (out of frame) is a model of LG Intellowave microwave which hit the market circa 2013.
#vintage#audio#technology#spicy!#1980s#1990s#purple bars are mine#the drinking of red wine while pregnant is hers
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utahime is a squirter and shes embarrassed by it but gojo loves eating her out and slurping that good sht
Utahime is a mess in bed in general.
Her moans when she squirts bc of embarrassment.. Louder and louder but hell, it is the sweetest sound you can hear.. They have countless rounds until they get knocked out bc the sounds she makes keep him hard and on the edge.
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Chapter Five is up, and this one is SPICY. Yup, here is the kinky sex you asked for, @prettylightsbigcity 😏. I've never written bondage before, so I hope I do it justice!
Chapter 5: Pitiless Relationship
Baz
Keeping vigil by Snow’s bedside would be easier if he would have the courtesy to be a typical coma patient. You know, the ones they show in the movies, the ones who lie still for hours on end as if close to death.
Snow must not have gotten that memo because his cursed sleep is definitely not a quiet one. Not that anything he says makes much sense. Just now, he was talking about weddings and Agatha and sex and then he said my name.
I’m not much liking being a part of his sex dream about Agatha.
Continue on AO3
#gates of ivory and bone#watford au#future au#dream world#Canon and non-canon you decide#spicy!#Under 18s stay away!#co/ws/awtwb#snowbaz#simon snow series
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Heart Shaped Box ♡
#body art#intimate#hot as fuck#nudity#sexy content#artistic nude#hot nude#art nude#nude art#nudephotography#nude photos#assthetic#perfect butt#phat butt#big round butt#cutie w a bootie#thicc af#pale girl#pale aesthetic#soft girl#soft girl aesthetic#coquette aesthetic#coquette#spicy pics
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happy halloween!!! trick or treat ^-^
a very sweet fellow <3
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I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard
#Stardew valley#most common meeting place for me and my girlfriend is level 20 of the mines#I'm so proud of her 🥲#i give her spicy eel that i got from killing monsters in the skull caverns#seriously can you imagine having someone like that in your town lmao
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Ranmaru, T is for Taste, 🥵
The flavor is spicy and sweet xD Might have gotten carried away on this one. No apologies! Approx 900 words of some spicy smutty deliciousness.
The evening was hot. A cloying, damp heat that made any clothing cling to the body and sweat pearl on the skin. Ranmaru lounged on the balcony, hoping to catch even a slight breeze. Night should bring relief, he thought.
Only the setting sun had brought only a lightless heat, a darkness that lay on him like a thick and heavy blanket. He considered stripping his kimono and just lying here on the polished wood in nothing but his skin.
“Umm, Ranmaru? Are you here?” The chatelaine’s voice called from the doorway of his room.
“Out here,” he called, a smile on his lips. An unexpected visit from his favorite person.
She came out with a tray in hand and gave him a look. "It's really not fair, you know. Having to date a guy that makes being sweaty and hot look good."
"I try to look good for you," he laughed, feeling a little self conscious. His beauty was a weapon he knew how to use, a shield to hide behind. "What's not fair, anyway? Have you looked in a mirror today?" He winked at her playfully.
She was wearing just a thin linen kimono, the sort one might wear under a heavier fabric. It clung to the rise of her breasts and the swell of her curves. Curls of hair stuck to the back and sides of her neck from sweat, and her cheeks were flushed from the heat. She was beautiful even if she didn't know it.
“I brought us some treats.” She sat down beside him with a little sigh and set the tray down. It was full of sliced fruits and little jellies. “They were supposed to go to Nobunaga’s diplomatic council meeting, but he said he wasn’t to be disturbed so . . .” Her mischievous grin said the rest.
“You naughty girl,” Ranmaru laughed. “You’ll get us both in trouble!” He reached for a jelly and popped it between his lips. It was tart and sweet, and a little cool on his tongue.
She picked up a bit of plum. “Nah, he won’t even notice.” She took a bite of the fruit, the sticky juice staining her lips and fingers.
“Let me have a taste,” Ranmaru caught her hand as she reached for another slice.
“Sure,” she laughed, and tried to pick up another piece, but he tugged her hand to him. “You have to let me go if you want me to get one for you!”
He grinned, enjoying her flustered confusion. She was so adorably naive sometimes, and it made him feel even more wicked. He closed his lips around the tip of her finger, suckling the juice from her skin.
The chatelaine gasped, but didn’t try to pull away.
Emboldened, Ranmaru’s tongue caressed her finger tip and then lapped at the skin of her finger. The plum juice was sweet, but it was the taste of her skin that made him bring each finger to his lips, and press his mouth to her palm. She tasted of fruit and the saltiness of sweat, and under that, a mild flavor that was just her - an amalgamation of her soap and perfume and lotion and skin.
She made a pleased, breathy moan as his lips closed over her pulse. “R-ranmaru! What if - if someone sees?”
He laughed, pulling her into his lap. “Only the stars can see us up here.” Ranmaru caught her mouth with his, nipping at her lips. His playful tongue teased her, and tasted her. The plum was vibrant, and the flavor of sake too.
The chatelaine kissed him back, enthusiastic with her affection.
Ranmaru broke the kiss to lean her back. The kimono was easy to untie, and he pushed the linen aside to bare her breasts. She was so beautiful. He could not help but marvel at the perfection of her in his arms. Perhaps there were more lovely women in this world, but none to his eyes. There was only her.
Her skin dimpled and her nipples hardened at the sudden exposure.
“They look like ripe little berries,” he grinned, his thumbs stroking the hardened little peaks. “I wonder what they taste like.”
“Like the rest of me, I imagine?” She tried to joke, but the catch in her breath gave away her desire. She arched as his lips closed over the nipple closest to him and gasped at the light scrape of his teeth as he toyed with it.
Ranmaru savored her, indulging his love for teasing with tiny nips and slow, languorous pulls. His fingers played gently down her abdomen, eliciting a wriggle in her hips. “You taste like heaven,” he told her, because it was how he felt. She was divine.
“Heaven?” She laughed softly. “You’re exaggerating.”
“I don’t exaggerate! How would you know, anyway? Did you ever taste yourself?” He flicked his tongue over her nipple, enjoying the sharp intake of breath the touch caused.
“N-no . . .”
Ranmaru grinned. “But . . . maybe you’re right. I should check.” He let the tip of his tongue draw little, tight circles around her areola. The skin flushed with heat, and she made a helpless little sound like a mew.
He switched to the other breast, pretending a thoughtful expression. “Mmm, I think the other one is a little sweeter.” His wandering hand traced the line of her thigh, brushing lightly against the soft thatch of hair between her legs while he spoke.
The chatelaine’s hips twitched and wriggled at the touch.
“Oh? What’s that? I should taste more of you?” He slipped her to the wood floor of the balcony and held himself above her, one knee between her legs, a hand braced beside her head.
She made a face, equal parts desire and embarrassment. “You’re teasing me!”
Ranmaru kissed her, letting his fingers slide down into that downy patch. He parted the slick cleft there, teasing out the pearl at its center. “Am I? Teasing?”
The strangled noise of pleasure and frustration was almost too good.
“I wonder,” he mused as he kissed down her neck and chest, “if the flavor is like a peach?” He licked and nipped down her belly, pausing as he regarded the sight of her spread open and sticky with desire. “I love peaches.”
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