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Spice and Lemons

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Rules and Other Info

18+ mods and muses only

Ending the thread and/or timeskipping is 100% okay, just give me a heads up.

Please be patient with me. I'm still just... awkward with this in general.

Nothing unsanitary or nonconsensual

No mommy or daddy kink either. It's just uncomfortable for me to read.

While I prefer a relationship build up to get a sense of dynamics, it doesn't have to be there, go nuts.

Specify muse(s). I won't answer your ask otherwise.

Muse profile links under cut.

Danganronpa Characters

Chiaki Nanami

Chihiro Fujisaki

Gundham Tanaka

Junko Enoshima

Kaede Akamatsu

Kazuichi Souda

Kirumi Tojo

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Korekiyo Shinguji

Kyoko Kirigiri

Mondo Oowada

Mukuro Ikusaba

Peko Pekoyama

Rantaro Amami

Ruruka Ando

Sayaka Maizono

Sonia Nevermind

Original Characters

Airi Kajima

Amai Sato

Ayane Miyamoto

Botan Kujou

Daisuke Kisaragi

Elodie Yaegishi

Haruka Nohara

Kanai Utashiro

Kousei Hoshikawa

Masao Kurosaki

Matsuri Mochizuki

Mei Ayasato

Reiichi Shimomura

Shirou Kishitani

Sumire Ichimatsu

Takara Yamashita

Tsubasa Hayashi

Yotsuba Murai

Yukihiko Aoki

Fanganronpa Characters

Ayumu Fujimori

Emma Magorobi

Genderbent Characters

Kenji Otonashi/Mukuro Ikusaba

Ranko Amami

Sakuya Maizono

Other

Ambrose

Morty Matsuba

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@lemon-allergies I did not forget :3 Byleth was a lot of things: a steely tactician, a good fighter, and, above all things, oblivious when it came to personal matters. Life as a mercenary didn't lend itself to learning social norms or even much time to have fun like a normal person of his age. He couldn't say it bothered him, but sometimes reactions to his oddities did.

Mercedes was the one who had helped him get a swimsuit when he and the former students of that year met up to enjoy themselves on a beach. It was actually Sylvain's idea, more than likely for the sake of flirting with the woman from the classes to get a rise of Felix, but Byleth had no qualms with it. It sounded like a new experience that he had yet to enjoy. Though the second he waved over at Dimitri, he felt a pair of eyes following him as he spent his time staring into the wade pools at the fish or when he got a treat. Curious, he slowly made his way over to a secluded spot away from prying eyes knowing that the ever watching prince would follow his every move as they made their way behind the rocks.

The moment they were alone, Byleth examined him carefully, deep blue eyes roaming over the prince as he tried to figure out what was going on enough for him to be so focused on him instead of having fun.

"You don't seem sick or injured. Is there something on my person that I'm not aware of?"

Neutral as ever, Byleth's head unconsciously tilted to the side, much like a cat. Though, if he was a bit less naive, he might understand how the short swimming trunks along with him being shirtless might affect Dimitri who had spent almost as much time training as he did staring at the former mercenary.

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Kazuichi liked attention, as much was obvious just within a few minutes of interacting with the man, and lucky for him, Gundham liked to give him attention whenever he wanted it. It was why he had no issues in bothering Gundham while he was studying, nevermind the fact that he'd been doing so for hours now (it had been an hour at most, he was just dramatic), and really he could probably use a break by now, right?

So, when Gundham had gotten up for a moment to grab something from his bag, Kaz had 'sneakily' wiggled his way under the desk, hands wasting no time in tugging at the button of the breeder's pants once he'd sat back down. "Gunnieeeee, can I suck you off? Pretty pleeeaaasseee?" //kaz decided its been Too Long and he wanted gundhams attention hdsfb

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Admittedly, there was very little need to study in the way of school subjects given the nature of Hope’s Peak, but it didn’t really stop Gundham or lessen his workload when it came to studying animals, their habitats, and a variety of other things he had to keep an eye out when working with them. Thankfully, he quite liked the subject, but that also meant that he didn’t even realize how much time had passed since he gave his needy boyfriend attention. 

And frankly, he couldn’t really complain about the results even if he would feel a tad guilty he might have neglected Kaz a little despite that not even really being possible with just how much attention he gave him.

Hand going to Kaz’s hair without even thinking of it, he gently starts petting him as he watches, not bothering to help with how fast his paramour was getting him out of his jeans. “How could I deny you when you ask me so nicely.” How could he, really, but the real question was how could he say no when he was already half hard just from seeing Kazuichi on his knees. What could he say, he wasn't much better when it came for a need for attention, no matter how much he refused to admit it.

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As much as he internally blamed his repressed beast to keep some shred of perceived self-control, part of Sol knew that some of his more beastly behaviors were that of every humans, just amplified to levels that would drive most men mad. There was simply no way to know if certain things would stay the same should he be rid of his lupine blood, and as much as he'd thought about seeking out a way to pruge himself of his oft hidden heritage (despite knowing he wouldn't even be half the thief he was without it), any part of him that ever wanted such a thing had quickly withered and died seeing just how much Alain enjoyed his more beast like tendencies, be it his ears and tail, the ruts, or even his apparently deadly possesiveness when someone touched what wasn't theirs.

It had to have been one of the dhampir's past flings if the familiarity of the poor fool's advances were anything to go by, what had been a night of drinking after a successful job quickly turning bloody in one of the darkened, spiraling alleyways of Solitude, a hold already plagued with rumors of a butcher now to be thrown into all the more fear and confusion as a burley nord joined their female victims in death. As much as losing control terrified him, of becoming the monster others often thought his bloodline to be, part of Sol wanted to say he hadn't realized what he was doing until after the man's blood stained the cobblestone road, but there was no doubt even Alain knew how much of his wits the lupine still held as sharpened canines ripped out the bastards throat with a precision only honed with skill and time.

Face and chest now stained with the poor nord's blood, the man hadn't even had the chance to get out a scream before it was being crushed in a garggle of crimson as his windpipe gave way to the lupine's maw, his body then thrown against a neighboring building so violently even a human's lesser hearing would be able to hear how his bones snapped under the sheer strength Sol possessed.

Shoulders tensed as if expecting the manalged nord to stand up and fight, a low, monsterous growl reverberated in Sol's throat as his tongue absent-mindedly swiped over his bottom lip, the taste of copper doing little to calm his boiling rage. The only thing that did cut through was Alain, in part because of his voice, but the thing that really caught the half-lupine's attention was the scent of arousal on his mate over what he had done.

Blooded hands gripped tight at the dhampir's biceps with a force that would surely break a lesser being's bones, Sol crushing their lips together in a bloodied kiss that was meant to do one thing: Stake a claim. And yet, just a breath later, Sol had turned gentle, blood-stained maw nuzzling affectionately along his mate's throat, tongue laving lovingly over the deep mark he'd left when first forming their bond no human could ever hope to understand the weight of.

"M i n e..."

Alain couldn’t say he expected that there would be one of his former flings when they went into the city. Before his relationship with Solveig, he would have flings with quite a few of his marks or people close to them. What could he say, it made it all the easier to get into homes that would otherwise be annoying to get in, but he didn’t expect one of his exes to be so bold to try to grab him like this while he was in a bar with Sol like this. 

Nords were always a gamble, though. Many of them were possessive, especially after having someone in their bed for a couple of nights, but given that he was clearly with someone, clearly leaning on Sol’s arm, he didn’t expect it to be a problem. Clearly he underestimated how much of a will to live this nord had. 

A show of strength from Sol was expected after the nord got rather handsy, and admittedly, Alain was only surprised by the fact that this man could be somewhat identifiable with how utterly pissed Sol had been. It was fierce. It was messy, and he couldn’t deny just how fast his heart was beating and just how utterly hot it was to watch all of that go down. 

There was absolutely no fight as Alain let himself get pinned. Under different circumstances, he might be a little annoyed with how blood was getting on some of his good clothes, but right now, there were far more important matters to focus on, especially with Sol licking the mark that Alain proudly showed off. 

“Yours, only yours, Solveig…” Only his. Sol was the only man that Alain had ever been with that he had ever wanted to be with this much and ever wanted to be with again, and with how the half-lupine worked, he knew what was about to come, and he couldn’t wait for it as he pressed against his lover. “Claim me… make sure every one in this whole region knows I’m your mate~” 

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Meeting the break in the kiss with a sad, almost pathetic whine as he tried to chase Alain's lips, it was hard to tell if the other's words actually registered in the lupine's brain, or if he was simply content to allow the dhampir to do with him as he pleased. Either way, every touch made his tail wag all the faster, only faltering at the buck of his hips as Alain took his cock in hand.

Hands gripping tight at the bedsheets, Sol could only get out a high pitched, needy whine at the feeling of Alain's tongue against him, it turning into a near sob of a sound as he watched the man swallow his length with an unwavering and heavy gaze filled not with lust, but adoration.

Panting through every breath, even if Sol had the mind to, he wouldn't fight down his soft whimpers of pleasure where they caught in his throat, a shaky hand slowly reaching out to thread through Alain's hair of its own volition as once golden eyes watched his every move, the near glow of them now merey a thin ring around his blown pupils. Thighs trembling as he fought to keep them from bucking upwards into Alain's mouth, it perhaps wasn't a surprise that the lupine was already teetering on the edge, the dhampir knowing better than anyone how deeply Sol repressed his true nature, and how badly he needed the chance to simply let go without fear.

"Alain~" Low and breathy, Sol's fingers tightened in the dhampir's hair, just as the other gripped at the bedsheets, with him very clearly trying to hold back even now as his body trembled with need. "Alain...Alain p-please-"

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As much as Alain wanted to tell Sol to let him hear him, he was a bit preoccupied, enjoying the way that he could feel just how much Sol was holding back. Slowly moving his hand away, he looks up at him with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes before swallowing Sol’s cock, whole. Taking a second for his throat to adjust, he starts bobbing his head quickly, making Sol fuck his throat just the way that he wanted, moaning deeply every time he went down on him.

Though, hearing Sol’s pleas, he already knew that this wasn’t going to be enough for the half-lupine and that it wasn’t entirely safe for Sol to knot his mouth, but it didn’t stop him from giving him a pleading look, what little bit of blue that was still in his eyes glowing slightly as he silently begged for Sol to give in, to take what he wanted from the dhampir as he kept taking what he wanted, eager to see just what he would get for his efforts. 

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It was over, all those years of pain Mercer had caused were finally over, his body left to rot in the flooded room of those ruins, soul no doubt damned courtesy of Nocturnal herself somewhere deep in the evergloom. Skeleton key returned, Gallus's spirit avenged and set to rest, Sol almost didn't know what to do now that it was all over. Sure, they still had work to do in regards to bringing the Thieves Guild back to its former glory, but could one really blame him for wanting to take a moment to breathe now that he could?

Taking over Mercer's old room down in the ratways, all of that man's belongings had been either sold, distributed amongst the members, or tossed into the canal before Sol had even wiped the bastard's blood off his blade, the newly outed half-Lupine now left standing in the middle of the near empty room in quiet disbelief. This...was his room now. He was set to be leader of the Guild even after his secret had been revealed. No one even really cared, the most reaction being the passing of betted coin between hands when he'd told them all that no, he wasn't a werewolf, nor was he dating one, the playful jokes amongst the other members apparently believed to have at least a bit of weight between what few of them there were. He...didn't have to hide anymore, not from the people he'd come to call family, that ring he'd worn for so many years able to sit snuggly in his pocket when amongst the friendly faces of the Flagon. That didn't mean he stopped wearing it though, it still nessecary for discretion when out above ground doing guild work, of course, but he finally had a home he could exist in as himself without fear again.

A family, a purpose, the ability to live out in the open, and yet none of it managed to mean as much to him than what he had with Alain. He would have been satisfied keeping every bit of his old life so long as he got to keep the company of his fellow thief, the fact that he had not just him, but all of what he now did the only proof he needed that Nocturnal's luck had returned to the world.

Having removed his Nightingale armor for the night and cast the pieces away to one of two armor stands by the door, the long day having been spent with Brynjolf learning the ins and outs of Guild leadership, Sol could feel the weight of his troubles lift, only to be replaced with the heaviness of fatigue. It wasn't nearly as suffocating, though, no matter how tired he felt, especially since this wasn't a new life he would have to face alone. The others wouldn't let him fail, wouldn't let him fall to self doubt, but not a single member of the Guild could offer him the comfort Alain brought with him just by stepping into the room.

The door had hardly even closed behind the other man before Sol was on him, large, yet so very gentle hands to hold his face in warm palms as a hard kiss was pressed to his lips. All the tension of the troubles of the past were felt leaving him in that kiss, Sol feeling his body relax in a tired contentment as he all but melted into his companion's arms.

Pulling away once lungs began to demand air, Sol busied himself with pressing nuzzle filled kisses along Alain's jaw and neck, a playful nip to be given once forced to pause at the hem of his shirt. "Hi..." Breathed out in a giggle before pressing another kiss to the other's lips, warm hands shifted to hold Alain's hips as he rested their foreheads together.

"I...know there's a lot going on, that there will be for a while as we get things back in order, and that means we might not get to see eachother much inbetween jobs, so I...got you something." Pulling away just as much as needed to maneuver, Sol reached a hand into an inner pocket of his under armor, only to pull out a pair of rings held out in his palm. They were a simple silver band, one set with a gem the same yellow as Sol's eyes, and the other a gem to match Alain's.

"When we were out working to get Gallus's journal decoded, I came across an enchantment amongst the work of the wizard I'd...borrowed the translation guide from, it talking about a theory on how to enchant an item with a detect life spell, meant to be used for undercover soliders and the like to keep a silent track on where they were and if they were still alive. I um...figured out the rest of the formula that hadn't been worked out yet, and I...put it into these rings." Face red and eyes cast nervously to the side, it was hard to believe this was the same man that was set to run then entire Thieves Guild of Skyrim with how flustered he was.

"You know how I get when you're gone for too long, and after what happened with Mercer...I don't want you to ever have to wonder if I'm alive ever again." Slowly taking Alain's left hand in his, the yellow gem ring was settled onto the man's ring finger a moment later, once it was clear he wasn't going to pull away. "This way, you won't have to wonder, and neither will I." It wasn't something Sol was going to deny, the love in his eyes as he smiled at Alain, there a gentle bolt of warmth to be felt emit from the rings as Sol settled his own into place, the link between them to be felt so long as they both wore their respective half.

After Sol’s disappearance, reappearance, Mercer’s betrayal, Karliah’s return, the revelations that the Nightingales were real, becoming one, and watching Mercer die by Sol’s hand, it was a wonder to Alain that the half lupine didn’t collapse on the spot after being made the leader of the guild. Then again, if it were anyone else, Alain wouldn’t have even half of the faith in them as he had in Sol, then again no one in Tamriel could be half as precious in Alain’s eyes, not after everything they went through and not when seeing Sol so relaxed with what was essentially their family in the flagon. 

Though, as much as he loved to spend time with the others, right now, none of them were who Alain wanted to see. Sol was, especially after their time apart and the scare that Alain only now had time to fully recover from. 

Out of his armor and dressed in something tight but casual, he heads to Sol’s new room. Hands on him the second he stepped in, Alain can’t be bothered to hold back the soft moan that leaves him the second Sol’s lips meet his, hands going up to tangle in Sol’s hair, just behind those cute ears that he loved so much and was so excited to get to see more often. 

Whining as they had to part, Alain’s complaints can’t last long as Sol continues to pepper his neck and most importantly the mark of their bond with affection. That affection is enough to earn him a very content dhampir that stared lovingly in Sol’s eyes as his hands move down to rest on strong shoulders. “Hey, yourself, love.” 

It was hard to believe that it had only been a few days ago that he thought he’d never have this again, never have Sol again. When Mercer came back to the guild alone, he had been beside himself with grief, heading to Snow Veil Sanctum to find Sol himself, to at least bury the man that he loved if he had to. He had to…. He had to know, and the second he saw that ring, saw the arrow, he knew what was going on, and abandoning the actual job he had, he headed straight back to Riften just to punch Mercer as hard as he could, only stopping at one hit because of Brynjolf. 

But that was the past, recent as it may be. Right now, all Alain could bring himself to care about was the man in front of him as he took in every word. It was true. Even without being one of the people managing the guild, he would hardly have any time to rest with the amount of jobs that were coming in, both from Maven and other members of Skyrim’s underworld, and as loathe as Alain was to be away from Sol, he was eager to get a hand into as many pockets as he could now that they were blessed once more with the luck of Nocturnal. 

Reluctantly letting Sol move away from him, Alain can’t control the gasp that leaves him as Sol takes out the rings. His hand trembled slightly as Sol took it and slipped the ring on, his eyes not leaving the other ring as the rush of warmth from the enchantment filled him and brought color to his pale cheeks. 

For a moment, Alain tries to speak, mouth opening as he tries to form the words, but for once, his silver tongue is failing him as the sheer weight of this gesture, the sheer amount of love and affection he felt for the other man stealing his words as he instead takes his lover’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks for a second before he presses his lips to Sol’s in a firm kiss, pressing his body against his, only parting when he needs to to breathe after a long long moment of only that kiss. Panting, softly, his lips move down to kiss at Sol’s jaw, lips ghosting over marks that he left behind during the ‘treats’ that Sol let him take from time to time. 

“I… I love them, Solveig.” An understatement. It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given him, the only gift a lover had ever given him other than their blood. “I love it so much…” Kissing the bite mark, he nuzzles the spot gently, hands not leaving Sol’s. “Other than returning here alive… this is the greatest gift you have ever given me, thank you.” for making me yours.

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Even during ruts, Sol had never like this; body lit up like a furnace, mind distant with only the thinest grasp on composure to be had. Later on, he would apologize to Alain for this, this lapse in control, it being something he would try to hold back, not knowing how readily he'd end up giving in when his fellow thief insisted he help with his ruts.

For now though, Sol was perfectly happy in his place atop the other man, hands gripped almost too tight at his wrists where they were pinned to the floor as he nosed along his jawline, the only sign that Sol himself was even still part of the picture being the slow wagging of his tail that picked up speed as he was guided by the hands in his hair. The hesitation was only had so he could leave a few purred filled licks to the spot, partly to make sure it was where Alain wanted him to be as well as a thanks for even letting him mark him in the first place.

Though, if he thought his composure was all but gone once he heard that moan, it was nothing compared to how hearing his name out of Alain mouth made him feel, how the affirmation that he was Sol's hadn't just set his nerves alight, but made them burn so white hot it almost hurt.

A deep growl would be the only warning given before his fangs sunk hard into Alain's neck, the taste of blood only spurring the repressed beast on all the more. There was at least enough sense to move to the bed though, even if he'd done it by picking up and bodily hurling the other thief onto it with strength no human could ever hope to posses, the frame squeaking so loud in protest they were lucky it didn't break.

He did seem to regain just a bit of control after that though, the satisfaction of laying his claim clearling some of the fog as he crawled over Alain, hands tugging impatiently at his shirt, not caring if it was torn as he sought to run his warm palms across the cooler skin underneath. "Mine..." Low and possesive, but almost with a hint of disbelief along with it, like he was still trying to convince himself this was happening.

Running his tongue over the mark he'd left in a form of canine affection, the taste of Alain's blood lingering on his tongue seemed to click something into place for him, showed him that this was real, Alain was-

"Mine." Gutteral and beast like, the word was growled against Alain's lips before they were roughly pressed together, the taste of blood even stronger now as Sol sought out a new claim: his mate's mouth, his canine tongue noticeably longer than a humans would be as it knicked itself on pointed fangs.

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A deep, whiney moan is ripped out of Alain, a sound he didn't even know he could make, as teeth sunk into his neck. It was far from the first time someone has bit him, but it was the first time that he felt so utterly owned by a single bite. “F-fuck~ Sol!” He couldn’t stop himself from crying out the lupine thief’s name or from getting his breath knocked out when he was thrown onto the bed. 

Alain knew Sol was strong, but he didn’t imagine such a display of it, at least not so soon. It was enough of a distraction that the tearing of fabric didn’t even register to his ears as Sol’s hands explored his body and that tongue lapped at his blood, drawing soft, pleasured sounds from the dhampir beneath him as he leaned into the slight pain the rough tongue against his new mark gave him.

“Yours… all yours.” That's all that Alain is able to get out before getting shut up by lips meeting his own and claiming him further as Sol's tongue was let inside his mouth and the taste of the lupine's blood filled his taste buds once more which earns him an even louder moan from before as he sucks on Sol's tongue without a second thought, head growing hazy quickly from just how good everything felt and how delicious this man was. 

But alas, unlike his supposed brethren, Alain needed air eventually, and as little as he wanted to defy Sol's wishes, he had to break the kiss to fill his lungs with air, panting deeply as he stared at Sol, cock twitching in his pants just looking at the other man and the lust in his own eyes. “Just… Gods…that was…” It was the best kiss he ever had, and it made him hungry for more, especially once he was fully exposed to the wolfish man, something he found as unfair as it was hot, but he'd accept it for now, especially with how good the bulge in Sol's pants looked right now. 

“It was really good… I should reward you, for the treat you gave me, should you allow it.” And if Sol did, Alain was eager to start, moving to get between the lupine's legs and get his cock out. At first, he could only stare at the size of it. He knew Sol would be big, but this was… well, it would be an interesting challenge, and with the knot at the base… 

Alain couldn't think of that in his throat right now, not when he had something to focus on as his clever tongue lapped at the tip as a cool hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly and teasingly before taking the head into his mouth, being careful of his fangs as he sinks lower and lower on his dear and beloved lupine. 

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Having repressed his lupine blood for so many years, Sol was unfamiliar with all but a few behaviors that came with it, the only real issue ever being the week long ruts every other month and the occasional instinct driven warning of danger or feeling of eyes upon him. He knew what he could and should be feeling of course, it was just he never really had the chance to feel them with the reclusive life he had lived up until the Guild. Even then, the other members hadn't ever sparked anything, at least until Alain had first walked into the Ragged Flagon.

He wasn't human, that much was obvious and even readily admitted to, but what he hadn't expected was for Alain to tell the same of him. After that, something had changed in himself, Sol always accutely aware of where the other man was, and if he was out of sight or smell for too long, he would slowly grow restless until he came back. It was similar to how he'd felt as a kid with his mother, so he knew it was from a place of care, but with Alain it was different in a way he couldn't place. It was stronger, burned hotter, and seemed to grow worse if he was closer to the man, or if someone else was too close. He wasn't stupid, he knew what this was, and he had every intention of shoving it all down just like every other canine feeling.

At least, that had been the plan until Alain's fangs were in his neck, just the spark of pain alone enough to start a fire in his gut, but it was the sound the other had made that had Sol's desperetly held composure crumbling to mere dust in Alain's hold.

He'd pinned the man before he could even breathe, fanged teeth forced to fall free from his throat as Sol growled low in his chest, deep and possessive in a way he'd never felt before. Head tucking downwards, instinctual nuzzles were pressed to Alain's face and neck with a pleased purr, his own pointed teeth nibbling gently along his jaw in affection. "Wanna mark you..." Gruff words, but ones said with a needy whine underneath.

"Please."

After fleeing from High Rock, Alain didn’t see himself getting close to any of the other guild members once he found and met with the thieve’s guild of Skyrim. He was no fool. A thief that had to flee from a province and arrived at another guild that had fallen on hard times? It was more an omen than a blessing, but even with the superstitions that came with the arrival of a so called ‘vampire’, there seemed to be some hope in the Flagon in the form of a very interesting man. 

From the moment he caught scent of him, there was something… off. At first, he assumed the thief known as Sol was a werewolf with the canine scent that clung to him that the other members of the guild were unaware of, but on closer observation and by that, he meant the lack of hesitation when grabbing for silver, it had to be something else. Admittedly, once he learned, Alain was rather surprised by learning of a race of beastmen that he hadn’t even heard of before, taking the time to read up on it and swipe any books on the subject of them that he could while out on missions missions that he knew Sol was loathe to see him go on if the pitiful look in the oversized pup’s pretty yellow eyes when Vex or Delvin sent him on one meant anything. 

Though, after a rather tiring mission in Morthal, one that he would rather not discuss ever if he had a choice, even he couldn’t deny himself of his baser instincts. Alain’s hand’s on the lupine thief’s shoulders, he leaned forward as he sunk his fangs into the other man’s neck. It was the first time he had ever done this with a warm body, and the second the liquid rubies fell on his tongue, he could hardly hold back the moan of pleasure that was ripped out of him as he drank as deeply as he dared to with the other man’s health on the line. It was beyond imagination. From the first sip, he felt stronger and had a clearer head than he had in years, but with how distracted he was, he hardly noticed the break in Sol’s control. 

Whining as his fangs were ripped out of skin, Alain would be protesting if it were not for Sol’s head being tucked against his own neck and the nibbles on his jaw that got a different, much needier whine out of the dhampir as he unconsciously tilted his head to give Sol more access to his throat, something he would later find ironic… after admiring the mark that was sure to color pale flesh later. 

“Gods, Sol… you… you managed to catch me off guard,” he jokes with a slightly shaky laugh before moving his hands to the back of Sol’s head, and tangling pale fingers in dark hair, he leads Sol to a spot on his neck he knew from past encounters would give the Lupine, and Alain should he be fully honest, exactly what he wanted as the dhampir grew slightly impatient with the lack of teeth in his neck and the growing tightness that his armor was causing him. “Go… go ahead… do as you like. For now, I’m yours, Sol~

"Only yours."

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Despite Amai’s initial fear, Gundham was determined to follow this request. He would follow any request per the other to ask to the best of his ability as long as it’s good for them. This was more than good and he was determined to be as gentle and loving as possible. He keeps kissing them gently until their lungs would be screaming for air as he separates with a loving look in his eyes, appreciating the others touch as he leans into their arms.

“Ha..speechless? Natural response.” He boasts, but it’s in a fond tone as he smiles at the other just happy to give the other a chance to know what a first time with him would feel like. Gundham chuckles in amusement by their words as he kisses them once more. “Now, you sit still and let your overlord care for his consort of darkness.” He mumbles as he goes to gentle kiss their neck.

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Amai tilts their head to the side to give him more space to kiss their neck as he got soft little whimpers out of them effortlessly. It was almost embarrassing that he was able to get such sweet little sounds out of them so easily, but after all this time with him, they supposed that he would know all of their weak points, especially since they gave him plenty of time to learn by doing. 

“Nngh… I-I can do that, but are you sure?” They know they more or less asked to just be taken care of, but they didn’t expect it in some ways, too. It was probably because they did so much with their real first time, but they definitely needed to be able to just do nothing and be taken care of for a change.

[lemon-allergies]

Usually Kaori was a pro at hiding her emotions..though seeing this picture was testing that as her face remains flushed and a small smile is on her face. Though a squeak comes out once she sees the next text as she feels..rather excited to see it.

Kaori: perhaps it shall. Please be patient and I shall be on my way. If that’s alright.”

With that Kaori rushes her phone away taking a breath as she goes to quickly sneak out to go to his place mentally preparing herself to see the sight in person rather than through a screen which was already making her mind go to..other places.

[lemon-scented-memories]

Tsubasa: I shall eagerly await thy arrival. 

Sitting back against his pillows, though, he could feel his leg bouncing as he waited for Kaori to arrive. It felt ridiculous in some ways. Tsubasa had been with many people before, and while this wasn’t the first time he had been with Kaori, there was something about her seeing him like this that left him wondering what he should do when she did get here. Obviously, sex, that was most of the point for this, but it was mostly what she wanted to do before that had him questioning things, especially since he never got to do this sort of thing for a partner before. 

Thankfully before he was able to question it more, he heard a knock on the door. Getting up, he stretches for a second before going to let Kaori in. “Good eve, I trust your journey here was favorable?” 

[lemon-scented-memories]

After a long series of orders that had taken up most of Amai's time over the past few weeks, they were finally glad to be done and able to take a proper break. Even if they were usually fine with working for long hours, time away from their partner made the time agonizing, especially since some nights, in an attempt to get this over with as fast as possible, they opted to sleep in the kitchen to get back to work immediately, only going back home to shower and change clothes.

Their partner's patience for them and their workaholic tendencies was a relief to them... and that patience had to be rewarded, and that's how their ever patient and supportive partner would find them when they called them over: making their reward.

Standing there in the kitchen, Amai was clad only in their partner's shit and an apron as they motion for them to come over as they hold their surprise of expertly decorated chocolates. "Ta-da! What do you think? This is usually juuuust for Valentine's, but you've been so sweet that Amai thought this was perfect." Picking a heart shaped one out of the bunch, they hold it up with a smirk on their face. "Here, say ahh."

[arthurpenrose]

NSFW Character Trait Meme

Instant Meme, just add character traits! Fill in with your muse’s answers!

Preference for top or bottom?

Favorite type, looks and personality wise?

Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

Deep and slow? Hard and fast? What’s your character’s preference?

Favorite sex position?

What’s your character’s favorite kink?

How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

Kissing during sex, yes or no?

Clothes off or on during sex?

Lingerie? Yes or no?

Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

Your character’s Penis size? 

Preference for penis size?

Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?

Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?

Your character’s most private sexual fantasy?

How sexually active is your character?

When did your character lose their virginity?

Kinks your character would participate in?

Kinks your character would not participate in?

A character that yours fantasizes about coupling with?

[luna-azzurra]

Spicy Dialogue Starters Pack

Slow Burn That’s About to Explode

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."

"Say that again. Slower."

"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"

"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."

"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"

"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."

"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"

"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."

"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"

"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged

"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."

"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."

"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."

"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

"Admit it. You like it when we fight."

"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."

"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."

"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."

"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."

"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"

Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)

"You're shaking." – "So are you."

"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."

"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."

"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."

"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity

"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."

"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."

"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."

"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"

"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"

"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."

"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."

"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"

Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers

"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."

"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."

"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."

"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"

"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."

"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."

"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."

"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."

"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."

"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap

"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."

"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."

"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."

"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."

"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."

"Don’t act like you don’t want this too."

[fairy-tail-babes]

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

[lemon-scented-memories]

While Amai had gotten some use out of the tongue piercing that they got, they had yet to really understand what the full appeal was to the ones on the rest of their body. Looking at themself in the mirror, naked aside from the mismatched striped thigh highs they normally wore, they study their appearance as their hands roam their body.

Had they ever really taken the time to explore their body? Amai couldn't remember ever even wanting to, but as one of their hands curiously teased one of the piercings on their chest, they caught themself off guard as a little squeak leaves them and the spark of pleasure from the sensation goes straight to their dick. Their chest had always been sensitive it's part of why they loved playing with their partners there, but why did these make it so much better? And looking down at their dick, they pause a moment before one of their hands moves down from their chest to wrap around themself, their brow furrowed as they do.

They'd never really touched themself before, not like this, and while they knew what to do in theory, they weren't really sure how to make themself feel good, and the more they tried to, the more frustrated they got. After a moment or two, they huff in annoyance as they stop, wiping their precum on their thigh as they give up. Amai didn't know what they were doing, and as embarrassing as it was, they didn't think they needed to either.

Though, before they could get their clothes back on and get to doing something useful, they finally realized they had an audience, a realization that made them yelp, though they didn't make a move to hide themself. "Wah!? D-don't just stand there! It's rude to just....

"H-how long were you watching?"

[lemon-scented-memories]

@lemon-allergies continued from here (x)

Pressing their chest close to Naoko’s, Amai lightly grinds down against Naoko dick, trying to get him aroused. “Hm… yeah, we should. Do you want to prep me first or would you rather I get down a bit more~?” 

Really, the two of them had quite a bit of time. It would be a while before Kazuichi remembered to check on them to see if they wanted a ride back home and before he would need anything from this car. If the two of them wanted to play with each other, they could. “Or… would my dearly beloved want to start with a kiss… or two…. Or more than two?” 

Either way, they pressed their lips to his as their hips continued to grinded down to seek out the friction that their body was craving. Even if they hadn't really done anything yet, it was the expectation that was starting to get to them.

[lemon-scented-memories]

@wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight continued from here (x)

“Yeah, you were a very veeeery bad puppy, so I gotta. Hehe, you’ll have to be really really good to make it up to me. Think you can do that and remember to say your safe word if it gets too much?” 

While Amai hadn’t done anything to cause Kyle to have to use his safe word yet, they needed to make sure that he knew it was an option, but the second that they heard wâpos, their worries were quickly replaced with an eagerness to punish play with their puppy. “Would you mind getting our toy box out? Ky-chan can reach it better than I can.” They thank him after he hands them the box of toys before getting out the handcuffs and motioning for his hands to go the headboard and off their hips. 

“Surprised you haven’t done this to me yet… might have to change that later, but I got too many plans for you to be able to do this tonight.” By the time they were done with him, Kyle might not be able to do this tomorrow, but with how they both were, they weren’t sure that would even be possible. 

“Hm… I’m thinking for tonight, you’re not allowed to do anything for me, alright? You just have to lay down and take everything I give you until I’m satisfied, how does that sound?” Though, what they weren’t saying was that they were planning on taking and riding him until he wasn’t able to cum in them again that night, but Amai was confident he would be figuring that out soon enough