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#spicy morning after

silvers-smuttery · 1 year

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Send "The Morning After" to have my muse awaken naked and cuddled up to your muse after a night out drinking

Send "Spicy Morning After" to have my muse wake up from your muse doing sexual actions on them.

Feel free to add details and remember to specify muses

#drabble prompt #rp meme #my rp memes #the morning after #spicy morning after

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kotofeden · 4 months

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"I must go now, but I'll wait for you in a throne room"

Okay, so @samioli and @wr1ghtw0rth inspired me to dig up an old sketch and finish it up a little, blame them for this

#It ain't exactly spicy per se #but I went for a little bit of intimacy #A little peak at Kings private chambers yanno #The unspoken softness of the morning after spending the night together #I'm suckers for those things akdkkdkfkf #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #my art #narumitsu #wrightworth #king miles #jester phoenix

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magiccath · 4 months

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Mornings

tenth doctor x reader

Summary: In which you have a calming morning in with the Doctor

CW: a morning-after fic, so some NSFW content is implied, but no smut. Some disrobing later in the fic, but again no smut.

The Doctor didn’t really sleep, he didn’t need to. Then he started dating you, and the thought of you going to bed away from him was unbearable. He had taken to falling asleep with you in his arms, safe and sound. You had no reason to complain, you’d take any chance for a cuddle.

Slowly, he stirred awake, his eyes gently fluttering open. He smiled brightly at the sight in front of him. In all of time and space, he couldn’t imagine a better way to wake up.

You laid across from him, deep in sleep. The silken blue sheets rested slightly above your hip, leaning your bare legs covered from sight. His eyes traveled up your body, noting that sometime last night you had slipped one of his shirts on. He was torn between admiring you in his shirt and being upset that you had put anything on at all. He settled on the former. It made him smile - you, in one of his shirts.

Your hair was sprawled across the pillow, and your face was resting peacefully. It was times like this that the Doctor allowed himself to marvel at you. This beautiful being who loved him. Of all the people in the universe, you had chosen him.

You stirred slightly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Unconsciously you nuzzled into the pillow, searching for comfort. The Doctor smiled and brushed a hair away from your face. Not wanting to remove his hand from your face, he stroked your cheek gently. Without even thinking, he traced the words of a long-lost language into your skin. His thumbs brushed phrases like ‘I love you’ and ‘my love’ onto your skin in soft, concentric circles.

Desperate for you, he moved his face closer to yours, planting slow and delicate kisses on every inch of your skin. The crook of your neck, the rise of your chin, the arch of your cheekbone, the tip of your nose, the smooth skin of your forehead - anywhere he could reach.

The feather light brush of his lips slowly roused you from your sleep, your eyes eventually opening. The Doctor smiled brightly at you, pulling back to look at you. You were absolutely stunning to him in every single way.

“Good morning.”

You grunted and turned your head back into the pillow in response, still not fully awake. The Doctor chuckled and pulled you into him, his arms wrapping firmly around your waist. You slung a leg over his hips in response, comfortably draping yourself over the Time Lord. Happily, you nuzzled your nose into his neck. You breathed in his familiar scent, hints of cinnamon and freshly brewed tea calming your senses. You could stay like this forever, drifting in and out of consciousness in his arms.

His hands traveled up your - his - shirt, dancing his slender fingers across the bare skin of your back. His touch was warm and comforting, more than enough to urge you back to sleep. However, the Doctor had other ideas.

His lips fluttered around your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Coffee?” he whispered, his husky voice sending tremors down your body.

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head upwards to look at him. He was so handsome. Up close, you could map every single one of his thousands of freckles. Without thinking much about it, you let your fingers trace the lines between them, connecting the soft spots scattered across his nose and cheeks like constellations.

His hair was messy from sleep, but then again, it was always messy. The Doctor had a nasty habit of manhandling his hair at all hours of the day. As a result, the strands remained constantly tussled and spiky.

“Yes, please,” you uttered, hardly above a whisper. It took everything in you not to get lost in his eyes. Deep pools of chocolate brown that held hundreds of years of wisdom. He didn’t know it, but his eyes could be so expressive. You had spent long enough with him that they could give away his feelings in an instant, even if the rest of his face remained impassive.

The Doctor nodded and rotated you, freeing himself from your grip. You flopped onto your back, admiring him from the comfort of the mattress. You loved looking at him as he moved about, only vaguely aware of your admiring gaze.

He grabbed his PJ bottoms from the floor and slipped into them, doing a little hop to get them up over his hips.

You rubbed your eyes and started to get up to follow. It was hard to pull yourself out of the warm embrace of your bed, but you slowly managed to move. You slipped your body off the side of the bed and started to walk. Your legs, still sore from the night before, wobbled underneath you.

The Doctor laughed, admiring his own work with a smirk. If your legs were still unsteady hours later, then he had done somthng right.

“Shut up,” you snapped, shifting your weight on your shaking legs. The Doctor wasted no time picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that your legs were still wobbling. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but one of the many indicators that you had enjoyed yourself as much as he had.

“Oi!” you gasped, slapping his back. “I’m perfectly capable of walking!”

He only smiled in response, happily carrying you down the hall and towards the TARDIS kitchen. Eventually, you gave up and went limp. You didn’t get a say in this.

The Doctor made his way through the corridors of the ship proudly. Still carrying you, he entered the kitchen. It was a messy mix of human and alien, with all kinds of foods and appliances stored in random places in the room.

Gently, he set you down on the counter next to the coffee pot. There was a normal, human one, for you. Next to it, the Doctor had is own, less human, ways of making coffee. You said it tasted like space dirt, so he never made it for you.

You crossed your arms and glared at him as he mulled about, preparing your coffee. Silently, he scooped the coffee grounds into the machine, pressing the ‘on’ button.

“You suck,” you pouted. He smiled over his shoulder, knowing that you didn’t mean it.

While the coffee brewed, he occupied himself with you. Positioning himself between your knees, he planted more kisses across your face. Now that he wasn’t worried about waking you up, his kisses were firmer. His lips danced across the planes of your face, peppering loving kisses across it.

“You love me,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on the soft spot behind it.

You couldn’t help but mewl into his touch, pulling him closer to you. The Doctor smirked against the base of your neck, biting down softly. He was right, you did love him. More than you had ever loved anyone in your life.

He trailed kisses back up your neck, hovering over your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, leaning in to close the gap between your mouths. Ever the tease, he pulled away from you. You groaned loudly as he backed away from you, going back to the coffee pot.

You glared at his toned back as he prepped you a cup of coffee. He made it exactly the way you liked it. You shouldn’t have been surprised he knew you so well, but you always were. It was the small things that reminded you how much the Doctor loved you. A perfect cup of coffee in the morning, your favorite dinner after a long day, a comforting hand slipped into yours on adventures, those kinds of things.

He brought you the steaming mug with a kiss, letting his lips linger for a few moments. You sighed into it, more than happy to revive the affection and the beverage. Pulling away from you, the Doctor planted multiple chaste kisses on your lips, not wanting to sever the connection.

As he kissed you, he guided your arms over his shoulders, your hands clutching your warm coffee against the base of his neck. You rested your head tiredly against his shoulder, the coolness of his bare skin radiating against your cheek. He then urged your legs around his middle, placing his hands on the base of your thighs to support your weight.

Firmly secured to his front, the Doctor sauntered off back down the corridors of the ship. Without any suggestion as to where you were going, you closed your eyes and allowed the Doctor to carry you around.

He made his way to the bathroom, setting you back down on the counter next to the sink before milling about the room. He shut the door and turned the shower on, allowing it to heat up.

You drank your coffee happily as he slipped his PJ bottoms off, his underwear following. Shamelessly, you ogled at his bum.

You hid your wandering eyes behind the rim of your coffee cup. Still, the Doctor raised his eyebrows at you, having caught you staring. You blushed and turned away from him. You knew you were allowed to look, but it was still a little embarrassing getting caught. The Doctor giggled and kissed your cheek tenderly.

His fingers then made quick haste of the shirt you had thrown on last night, sliding it up and over your shoulders. The cold air of the bathroom chilled your exposed skin, sending goose pimples across your bare chest.

You took another drink of coffee if only to hide the scarlet flush that dominated your face. So this is how your morning was going to go?

The Doctor’s hands then slid your underwear down your legs, the action tantalizingly slow. You watched him with wide eyes, your coffee still clutched tightly in your hands.

Once you were disrobed, the Doctor stepped away from you. His eyes traveled down your body as they often did, admiring your entire form. He sucked in a sharp breath, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Then, without a word, he turned away from you and slipped into the shower.

You scoffed, he hadn’t even invited you in. Stubbornly, you remained on the counter. You sipped your coffee silently, awaiting an invitation to join the Doctor.

After a few moments, the Doctor popped his head out of the shower, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well, get in here,” He gestured with his head, urging you into the shower.

You giggled and downed the rest of your coffee before slipping down from the counter, eagerly making your way to him. Once you were within reach, the Doctor snagged your arm and dragged you in after him with a mischievous smirk.

#a little spicy #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor/reader #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor/reader #tenth doctor #10th doctor #the doctor/reader #the doctor x reader #the doctor #doctor who #david tennant #fanfic #fanfiction #doctor who fanfiction #morning after #doctor who bbc

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joethehoeee · 9 months

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Week two of keenswimmers2023

Prompt: Royalty/Guardian.

Uhm...I couldn’t let go of last week just yet-

But it is Guardian, in a way-

Uhm...you thought his wings are okay? Nope.

TRAUMA BABY!

Well...Sorry (not at all sorry) for doing this but I won’t stop...I love this AU. But I need a name-

Anyways, share more headcanons on it, I love it. And make them deep.

But this isn’t the canon pic for this AU. You wanna see it? Are you sure? Okay...

BOOM-

Ohhh wait? You thought they both survive? Nahhhhhhhhh.

Yep my love dies. Sorryyyyy. 🫶

Yep he watches over her, even after his death.

Wanna know how he died? Well I haven’t decided yet. But definitely in a way to protect her. He probably tried to rescue her even after their big fight but she thought she could do it alone (she couldn’t) and he saved her, wich costs his life.

Uhm and just random close ups-

Your welcome 👀

Okay yeah...I know I am weird-

#keenswimmers2023 #trollhunters #walter strickler #barbara lake #toa strickler #stricklake #toa trollhunters #stricklander #strickler #waltolomew stricklander #tales of arcadia #damn...my art improved-#Anyways #more trauma for all of you #and yes...he searched for jims bones BUT...i think Gunmar probably ate a few-#and yes. Jim got killed of. Strickler is other than in canon not completely involved in his death tho #He was there and he didn't do anything but he wasn't activly part of his death #And Barbara fell for him AGAIN #they had a sweet romantic night and kissed and maybe a bit spicy things after that-#and the next morning Walter tells her out of guilt. She slaps him (like he deserves) and she tries to leave #He dosen't want her to go bc of the danger but eventually lets her....tho he spies on her #she knows it...and even if she can't forgive him...she also can't just let him go #Well and it dosen't end well...#And yeah...Barb won't live long...she is strong but she ain't strong enough against Gumm-Gumms..especially alone #if you want REAL trauma then she wozld probably kill herself-#buuuut she is strong...#ANYWAYS-#have fun with this #love u guys <3 #oh wait- ...are those matching survival gloves? yes.

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enruiinas · 5 months

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@climatact - continued from here. [morning] // heartverse.

❝Like you’re one to talk, Lady Captain,❞ Law murmured against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to Nami’s temple as he rolled one pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The other hand continued to trail a lazy path along her slit while Nami’s playful wiggling elicited an involuntary jerk of his hips against her. A quiet groan rumbled out of the pirate’s throat and the gesture was rewarded with one tattooed digit dipping languidly into her warm center.

“Couldn’t help it,” he went on as his kisses trailed down to the curve of her cheek. “You just looked so pretty I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

#climatact #♡ // ic ;#decided this was set shortly after law's bday - hope that's okay!#Heartverse || Morning #♡ // spicy stuff! [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰] ;

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squidyyy23 · 2 years

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🍭 ian the baker: sweet & spicy 🌶

coming in under the wire this month for some sweet & spicy @gallacrafts thanks to @sleepyfacetoughguy & @smokey-mickey with some spicy mexican hot chocolate cupcakes. 🧁

“Happy anniversary,” Ian cheers as he carries a plate of cupcakes into the living room.

“Jesus fuck, what anniversary are we celebrating today?” Mickey grumbles.

According to Ian, every day is some kind of anniversary or another. Mickey doesn’t even try to keep up anymore. He handles their wedding anniversary. Ian can do whatever the fuck he wants for the rest of them.

“Day at the border was nearly a decade ago,” Ian says, all moony-eyed like it wasn’t a day that nearly broke them both.

“Why the fuck we celebratin’ that? Fuckin’ shit day.”

“Yeah, but…” he trails off like he’s not quite sure how to explain it. “It was still important, ya know? Still part of what got us here.”

“Sappy motherfucker.” Mickey gently punches him in the thigh then leaves his hand to rest there.

“Plus,” Ian continues, cheerier now, “they say spicy Mexican hot chocolate is an aphrodisiac.”

“Oh do they? Well then come on, hand ‘em over. We got heartbreak to celebrate.”

#spicy chocolate is not my jam but i've powered through for you. 😂#thought i was gonna have to sit this one out but squeezed in some time this morning! phew.#ian the baker #gallacrafts #theme 15 #i like 'em sweet #gallacrafts after dark #tw food

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smolbudgielord · 3 months

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girl never let me around heaths I don't know how to be normal I will eat all of them without mercy or restraint. If I share with you that is a call for help please take some. <- guy who has eaten at least 7 today

#for context the little fucking candy thing with the toffee #egon has his spicy sweet popcorn whatever the fuck. my bane is heaths.#I wish I was joking about eating at least 7.#I just went to the orthodontist this morning and right after...#my dentist would be so unproud of me. I didn't even brush inbetween.

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sundogscoops · 7 months

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People who scream at a situation instead of doing anything productive why are you like this? Are you like raising the alarm for someone more capable to come help you?? like what are you doing im genuinely curious

#im a lil spicy this morning and everyone is annoying #the kid in jurassic park shoulda died tbh yeah sure scream at the dinosayr after we yanked you out of this truck

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silvercrane14 · 9 months

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youhei would also be morning but in a distinctly different tone to shiki so i just put shiki. i left him out consciously and without malice

Morning period lowercase m

#crane answers #spicy 🌶#morning.#and only after ryuu complains abt jim not talking

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itfitsitshipsart · 1 year

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New Blog!

Here it is! My new, spicier, blog! please come and stop by, maybe hang with me there as well? (except any of you minors if you're here. But you can still hang out on this blog!")

@spicy-pigeon-shipping

I've already reblogged an ask game to start it off strong so... *ehem* maybe see ya there?~

#self ship #I know maybe your thinking 'Ev it's the morning why are you getting the spicy stuff ready in the morning?'#because i don't believe in 'after hours' and one can be a perv at all hours!

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