#barely spicy

[sulky-valkyrie]

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “ for anders and whoever you'd like?

there's an unofficial optional "100 word" challenge happening today, so this was attempt number one at that, which CLEARLY DID NOT MEET THE REQUIREMENTS as it's three times too long.

As usual, a thousand apologies for not using the complete dialogue prompt verbatim.

for @dadrunkwriting

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Anders ignored the crash downstairs.  Things were always breaking in the Pearl.  Either due to drunk patrons just falling over or people who didn’t have the Maker-given sense to check stability before rutting like wild animals on tables or chairs or banisters or that one time in the chandelier.  But that’s why they kept a very pretty young man who just happened to be very good at ….. massage on the payroll.  

“Oh, right there, puppy, you really are worth every penny.”  The gorgeous woman below him hummed with pleasure as he continued to rub her back.  No really.  He wasn’t paid to sleep with anyone here.  Sure, he still did sometimes, but just for fun.  And only with clients that had already bought something else.  Sanga had been very clear that he was not to take business away from the rest of the girls.  Or the nugs.  

“Puppy?  Really?”  He laughed.   

“What would you prefer I call you then, hm?”  She rolled over underneath him, making several delightful things jiggle.  “Are you my fierce tiger?”

He kissed her forehead.  “Alas, I’m just a humble working girl, so ‘kitten’ is probably the best I can manage.”  The sound of cracking wood happened again, this time closer.  Probably nothing, right?

“No kitten I know can do that electricity trick.”  She pressed herself against him with an inviting grin.

Was that Templar armor polish he smelled?  Shit.  He gave the pirate a smile he didn’t feel as he climbed off of her and started to pull on his robes.  “So can a mabari?  Because if I’m a puppy, that would impl-”

“Open up!”

He flinched at the sound of a gauntleted fist pounding on a nearby door.  Warm arms wrapped around him from behind.  “Are they here for you?” She asked.

“Can’t very well go ask them, can I?”

She kissed the back of his neck.  “Go out the window and save yourself, I’ll buy you some time.”

[the-keeper-of-midnight]

You know what I'm feeling some spicy Dom!Lawyer cross examination roleplay with flustered MC

Finnnnn Balorrrr! OMg I love him so much 🥰😘

lol Sorry sorry... I know I know I'm thirsty😅 ... here you go under the cut.

You find yourself alone again with Ceci in their office. It's just the two of you, and this time you are not here to sign any documents. It's more important than that.

Ceci needs to prepare you in case there's a trial, and right now from the way they are looking at you with a quizzical look on their face, you're starting to feel quite nervous.

You start to fidget your fingers once more, unsure of where to keep them. Your eyes keep darting from the desk in front of you to the notepad, to the pen, to the lamp...

"You seem nervous," Ceci says, getting closer to your chair. "One might say that you're nervous because you're a murderer."

"What?... I... no. I'm not a murderer. You know that Ceci."

Ceci nods, "I do, but right now I'm playing the role of the prosecutor who will take pleasure in asking you the hard questions only to watch you crumble. So if you can stay focused during that little session we're about to have, you'll do just fine when the real thing comes, okay?"

You mutter a silent okay as you scab at a corner of your nail.

"Good. I was saying... Are you nervous because you're a murderer?"

"You look up for your eyes to meet Ceci, "I... no. I'm not a murderer."

"Oh... so you didn't kill your aunt?"

You swallow down the lump in your throat as you think back to the scene, "No. I didn't kill my aunt."

"Good," Ceci smiles at you. "You're doing great! Just remember that the prosecutor will push back and might even try to intimidate you."

With that said, you watch Ceci take off their shirt to reveal, their large naked torso/their black satin bra.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you did not expect them to take off their clothes.

"Focus, MC," Ceci repeats with a firm voice. "Did you kill your aunt?"

Aunt? Kill? Focus?

How? How are you supposed to stay focused when the sexiest family lawyer is almost half-naked in front of you?

You can feel your body starts to get warm inside as the armchair suddenly becomes the most uncomfortable seat ever...

"Did you kill your aunt?"

You shake your head, looking away, trying your best not to look at the large boobas, the soft skin, the...

Your heart skips a beat... Gosh!

"Shaking your head and avoiding eye contact can be a sign of guilt, MC. Are you guilty?" Ceci asks.

You shake your head again, then mutter a silent no.

Ceci starts to make their way towards you, getting closer by the second, making it even harder for you to look away.

"You killed your aunt! Didn't you? You killed your aunt to get the inheritance money all to yourself? Didn't you?"

You lift your head to face Ceci... big mistake!

They quickly grab one of your hands and slowly slide it along their chest...

Another sharp gasp escapes your lips as you die a million deaths.

"Yes..."

That yes is for the soft skin that you are feeling under your palm, the path your fingers are tracing across Ceci's chest/breast, the hard nipples that have now awakened under your caress.

But...

"You just confessed to murder because you couldn't focus," you hear Ceci say, letting go of your hand. "Let's try again."

Ceci walks back to the desk facing you all the while you try your best to not be a flustering mess.

"Let's try again," Ceci repeats. "This time I want you to keep your eyes on me, and stay focused... I want your eyes on me because... I'm going to touch myself while I ask you the hard questions."

Oh, God! You instantly melt in water molecules 😅😛

[paalove]

spicy - heartbeat

...

The air is thick, it being a hot summer’s day, but the fan in the corner is doing its best to combat that – and they’re doing their best to defeat the fan.

Nuch is like, ninety percent sure this is rebound sex for Eugene, and never mind the Gram thing, because she’s certain it’s Black that she’s still hung up on, so this is a bad idea, she knows this is a bad idea. But…

Well, Eugene is straddling Nuch’s lap and pulling her bra over her head, throwing it somewhere out of sight, and Nuch is fully clothed and under her so she feels really fucking warm.

With a coy expression that could maybe have worked with the bra still on, but – Nuch glances down, sees Eugene's (spectacular, amazing, holy shit) tits and feels her face burn – now, not so much, Eugene leans forward, forward, into her face and a hand creeping into her waistband as she says, “Aren’t you feeling warm?”

Nuch’s heartbeat is going about as fast as the fan is spinning, fucking hell – just as she has the thought, the fan finally sputters and dies.

That might be her fate, too, before the day is up.

[xffogx]

Louis gives Legosi a rexmas present

idk if this one’s too spicy for tumblr, so I’m just gonna roll the dice and see what happens

[sulky-valkyrie]

dwc prompt: cold hands in warm hands

Thanks for the prompt!

for @dadrunkwriting

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“How are your hands always so cold?”  Alistair hissed as Tabris crawled into the tent and made him her little spoon.

“They’re not,” she insisted, nuzzling contentedly at the back of his neck.  “You’re just warm.”

“Maker’s . . . I can’t even think of a body part, ‘Ris!” he yelped as her freezing fingers brushed his nipple. 

She chuckled behind him.  “I can think of a few.”

His eyes widened as he rolled over, grabbing at her hands to stop her touching his, well, you know.  “‘Riiiiiiis, don’t do it, don’t you bloody dare put your frigid mitts on my -”

She silenced him with a kiss.  “See, those are called lips.”  She rubbed her also chilly nose against his.  “And that’s a nose.”  She frowned at him in mock seriousness.  “What body parts were you thinking of?”  Maker, he loved this strange feral woman.

“Depends, how much of an anatomy lesson am I getting here?”  Alistair asked, pulling her arms up above his head so he could wrap an arm around her and pull her close.  Hopefully close enough that she didn’t go for a surprise attack with those icicles she claimed were hands.  

She scooted up playfully, pressing herself into his face.  “How much of one do you want?”

“A little bit more, I think.”  He dragged his cheek back and forth against her chest.  “What’s this?”

“Your face,” she snickered.

“But what am I putting it on?”

“A sternum.  Maybe a ribcage?  You keep moving.”

He pursed his lips and looked up at her in mock annoyance.  “I was more interested in the fleshy bits, not the bony ones.”

“You sure about that?” she laughed, rolling them over so now he was on top of her.  “Because I think I feel some bony interest.”

“If so, it’s entirely your fault, you evil frozen-fingered temptress.”  He reached up to grab her hands again.  They were still cold, so he pulled them to his mouth and started rubbing and blowing on them softly to warm them up.  “But also yes.”