#This one is gonna be spicy

[naffeclipse]

*rubs hands together* I am cooking something up in the kitchen

Please note this may be edited/changed when the fic is posted

#fic snippet #this one is gonna be spicy #and very self indulgent lol

[bunnyseahorse-blog]

Shizaya week 2023 day 3 Hands prompt teaser ;)

It was funny how things ended up this way, but Izaya doesn’t mind. It was the height of irony that his worst enemy had turned into someone important to him in a different way, but he can’t bring himself to mind, not when Shizuo got his hands on him.

On the arches of his feet, the small of his back, his calves and sometimes around his throat, a faint remainder of where they’ve come but laced with a different kind of passion.

it was good to be at the top and assertive and in charge, but sometimes it was just as nice to feel helpless.

Especially when Izaya knew it was him holding the power.

#This one is gonna be spicy #Shizaya #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #durarara fanfic #durarara #shizaya week 2023

[bigboysteveharrington]

Steve lowkey earning himself a reputation for liking guys and girls before he even realizes he does because he keeps interjecting and giving his own answer every time someone tries to ask Robin about guys

At first no one thinks anything of Steve’s interruption and answer when Nancy asks “what even is your type?” quite clearly to Robin and Steve immediately answers “I like girls that are way smarter than me” and everyone just assumes he’s interrupting to hit on Nancy and not to deflect

Then later someone insists some guy was flirting with Robin and she should go for it and Steve immediately goes “Are you kidding me? Robin’s way out of his league. Besides, I had a class with him and he mentioned his stamp collection in it like eight times. Do you really think she wants to sit around and pretend to be impressed by hundreds of stamps?” Still no one thinks much of it yet and if anything they think Steve might be jealous or might just have standards for who they should set her up with

It’s not until it becomes a habit of him answering questions meant for Robin that people start to think there’s a reason, but it’s not Robin they’re onto

Like when they’re having a movie night and Max is going on and on about a shirtless character while Lucas is totally unfazed but Dustin complains and El says which character she liked more and then Max turns to Nancy to break the tie and say which guy is dreamier and Nancy casts her vote, then turns to look over at Robin and ask which guy she’d go for and Steve knows who the question is for but hey he’s sitting right next to Robin so Nancy’s looking in his direction and too and she didn’t say Robin’s name, so Steve doesn’t even hesitate before dropping the name of a character and making sure he keeps the focus off of Robin and keeps everyone distracted from dragging her into that debate by immediately backing it up by saying that Max is right and giving even more reasons to choose him

But even after that, that’s mostly forgotten by the time the older group is drinking and Eddie suggests they play a drinking game and normally Steve would be all over any suggestions, but he turns down truth or dare because he knows how uncomfortable Robin would be and doesn’t want her having to choose between awkwardly lying and deflecting or doing dares she’s not comfortable with or potentially outing herself so he at least manages to change it to never have I ever because that’s a safer bet when he knows Robin hasn’t done anything with any girls

But then Steve ends up drinking significantly more than anyone else while Robin and Eddie are hardly drinking so they end up switching games and somehow they end up playing fuck, marry, kill except Nancy has no interest in getting married or discussing it and she says there’s been enough death in Hawkins and it would be more fun to play with the options as sleep with, kiss, slap. And the game is already started before anyone can ask why marry got changed to kiss and before drunk Steve can figure out how to discretely convince everyone not to. The game goes fine at first with Argyle asking Jonathan about three girls from California. It goes alright when Jonathan asks Eddie about three girls. Steve gets a little concerned when Eddie turns his attention on Nancy that he’ll put Jonathan and him in the list right in front of Jonathan, but Eddie is sober enough still that he at least has enough tact not stir the pot and blow things up on her first turn by throwing them both in in front of them

But then Nancy goes to give Robin a turn and she’s looking right at her and lists the three guys there other than Steve (possibly because she believes Robin on the platonic with a capital P thing and possibly because she doesn’t want to find out if that would waver) so of course Nancy thinks it’s clear that she must be talking to the only other girl there. And before Robin can even try to think of what lie would be the most convincing and least likely to start any awkwardness or drama, Steve’s already jumping in with “Well, I already hit Jonathan and that didn’t go well for me, so I’ll give him a break. And this situation” (gesturing between himself and Nancy and Jonathan) “is finally starting to feel normal so I don’t need to make that awkward all over again by sleeping with your boyfriend. So kiss Jonathan.” And Nancy and Jonathan are looking at him so confused and Robin is grateful for the interruption and relieved but also kind of amused by the level of thought he’s putting into it instead of just throwing out names however. Argyle’s not fazed at all and just waiting to see what he’ll get. Eddie goes from deer in the headlights startled to leaning forward with his elbow on his knee and his chin resting in his hand waiting to see where this will go to abruptly sitting up again and trying to look less interested while his leg nervous bounces and he tries to figure out if Steve is giving a detailed answer to this as a joke or because he’s putting genuine thought into the idea of being with a guy

Steve looks between Eddie and Argyle for a moment, then focuses on Argyle and is like “Sorry, I hardly know you and getting dragged into hitting Eddie or standing around and watching Tommy do it without making any move to stop him is exactly the kind of douchebag bullshit I would have pulled in high school. So I guess slap you and have sex with Eddie.” Eddie’s drink goes down the wrong way when Steve adds “Plus, guitar players are supposed to be good with their hands, right?” and he tries to play it off and not react to the fact that Steve Harrington just said he’d have sex with him and that he thinks Eddie would be good in bed even if it was just in the context of some stupid game. Meanwhile Argyle’s just like “Nah, that’s cool dude. I get it. I would have slapped you too if the roles were reversed.”

After that, a few people start wondering a little more seriously if Steve is into guys too and had his guard down while drinking. But Eddie isn’t going to press his luck without clear evidence and everyone else isn’t going to push it so they just silently wonder a little more every time Steve interjects in the girl talk with his own opinion once again

#Steve later plays a game of FMK with Robin where the options are all girls when it’s just the two of them #I’m sorry but I am not rereading this to check for errors and autocorrects at this hour #I’m just gonna notice things later when I see reblogs and then cringe and edit too late on some other day #Also believe it or not this is a separate idea from the one or two shot I’m going to write at some point where Steve accidentally comes out #before he even knows he’s bi #Stranger Things #ST4 #Spicy Six #Fruity Four #ST #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Platonic with a capital P #Eddie Munson #Mine

[yexiushands]

what if Fate AU with master Senti and servant Azure Empyrea Hua

(redraw of this scene from fate below)

Reverse ver with master Hua and servant Senti:

#honkai impact 3rd #hi3 fanart #fu hua #herrscher of sentience #honkai impact #hi3 #screenshot redraw #fate au #this au is gonna be a happy ending one where they find a way for the other to stay after the grail war #like doing spicy mana transfer every other day or something #i forgor how it worked in ubw #imagine otto in kirei's role for this au #no wait... #imagine a crossover with otto and kirei meeting #would be horrifying

[beatcroc]

hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.

ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.

also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use

also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.

#pizza tower #fake peppino #no one else is getting tagged this is about him #rip to anyone going to browse my pizzaposting tag and seeing this at the top. its fine it'll get covered with normal stuff soon enough #literally next level derangement posting this from main but i have my REASONS. as follows: #1. i um. dont really have the luxury of anonymity with pt stuff. #so even if i posted this from my narsty blog people would recognize my art/content style anyway #2. i dont actually want people following my narsty blog for this #because it's suuuuuuuper inactive and i only actually draw this stuff myself like once every 3 years. so it'd be kinda pointless #3. the other cool pt artists i follow post their spicy stuff so you know what! maybe i want to too! even if it is freak shit for 3 people #4. i just think itd be funny if like 50 people unfollowed and/or blocked me for this. weeding out the weak. #if ur gonna be here u should know what youre dealing with and u better not a BITCH about stupid and weird kinks #5. if you are the 3 people the stupid and weird kink is for... i love i u kissing u #anyway if u reply some shit on here like ''wtf did i just see'' ur getting blocked. behave #i think this will maybe get [rightfully] 4 notes and if anyone actually reblogs this youre stronger than god #pizzaposting

[sassyandclassy94]

I’m Not Much of a Talker

Don Hume x Original Female Character

Summary: Don has his first date ever. And I mean Ever. ✨E V E R✨

Word count: 7,162 (buckle up, buttercups! This was longer than I intended)

Rating: Teen and up

Author’s note: This story was inspired by one of the many headcanons @groovin2beats and I have been throwing back and forth - I hope you like it, and that it also has enough Bobby in it :)

Also tagged: @solo-pitstop-vibes

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Don was deep in thought while he walked to the general store. So much so that he didn’t hear Bobby yelling at him from across the street and the next thing he knew, Bobby was at his side, interrupting his racing mind with a nudge to his side.

“Going deaf on me now, Hume?”

All Don did was shake his head and continued walking.

“So where ya headed?” Bobby had to quicken his pace in order to keep up with Don’s long stride.

“The store.”

“What’re the chances? I’m headed there too!” Bobby noticed that Don was ignoring him. “You okay there, Don? You seem… quieter than normal.”

“I’m fine.” He wasn’t. Truth be told, his stomach was in knots and the knots were only getting tighter the closer he got to the store.

Bobby wasn’t convinced and, after prodding again, Don snapped at him. “We’re not in the boat, Moch; you don’t have to cox me.”

Bobby let his remark fly; Don was obviously worked up about something and was in a mood so for now, he’d let him be. Okay.

Full fic on AO3

#HERE IT IS LADIES AND GENTS!!!!!! HERE. IT. IIISSSS!!! #Don Hume #Jack Mulhern #Don Hume x Original female character #Bobby Moch #the boys in the boat #I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY READING IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!! #Note that I created a little series out of it called ‘He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed’👀 #it’s gonna be a series of Oneshots documenting his little relationship milestones🤭 #his first date - their deep little talks - his proposal - his wedding (MAYBE a spicy one…?👀) ALL WITH MISS KATE BARLOWE🤗 #I AM SO EXCITED!! I AM SO EXCITED!!! #this is the fasted I’ve eked out 7000+ words lol! #WE ALREADY NEED MORE OF DON AND HIS TINY LADY LOVE

[loremaster]

mmmmm these last ones are quite suggestive... vampire au.

(16+ 😳🩸)

@renavi0 here is the "vvykbite" file you wanted me to show you a while ago LMFAO. and this was made with specifically your vampire hunter au in mind:

aaaand speaking of horny

*runs away at full speed*w

#rain code #maybe i won't tag comprehensively for this one #vivia twilight #yakou furio #viviakou #vvyk #viviakoushippingweek2024 #my paranoia says this is too spicy for tumblr but im gonna post it anyway. there's no naughty bits. it's fine. it's fine. it's f

[hai-nae]

just vibin'

#the vibe: 25 cent temp tattoos ig??? bc thats what i think when i look at his sleeve tbh #one of these was gonna be spicy but i self checked myself #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #cod #cod modern warfare #call of duty #my art #at no point was there a thought in my head for what i was doing and it shows just chasin a then nameless vibe #sorry i just got here idk what im doin #give me a character built like that? expect me to behave??? with a face i can do w/e with? bet. #only simon for now my gaz n soap ones are still cooking #took me nearly a month to work up the courage to post rip time to bug out #mw

[drewbs]

is the green pen your favorite. also i love your jonmartin they deserve ugly sweaters

the green pen is my favorite and you are so right they do deserve ugly sweaters here's them in three different ugly sweater sets that were definitely not martin telling jon it would be a cute idea and he's really just being silly

#YIPPEE #i was gonna draw martin with an inappropriate one but then decided it might be a little too spicy #the teaholding #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #the magnus archives #doodles #drew answers :] #GREEN PEN :D #<- more on that later

[enbyblades]

why dont u smoke the shit that made scooby doo talk and maybe ull calm down

#// drugs #// smoking #optimus prime #i havent posted art in so long. im so sorry the first thing is my stoner art </3 #transformers #im gonna have a series like this i think #art is a new kind of experience with weed #i do have other non stoner things in the works too. And comms. so much to do and so little time and what have u #my next one of these tho is gonna be g1 prowls death but vibrant and spicy. perhaps #my art #// eye strain

[ghosttotheparty]

@thorniest-rose this is ur fault your tags on part one made me emotional so here’s one more part <3 love u also i added it as chapter two of broken brain <3

cw: tics; self-deprecation

“Hey, baby.”

Eddie looks up from where he’s sitting at the kitchen island, his legs crossed on his seat in front of him, setting his pen down.

“Hi.”

“How’re you?” Steve asks softly, taking off his vest and dropping it on the countertop, coming close.

“Having a rough day,” Eddie says, the words barely out of his mouth before his chin jerks to the side, turning his head sharply. He closes his eyes, sighing heavily, and before he can open them, Steve is sliding his hands over Eddie’s neck gently, rubbing it tenderly. Eddie moves slowly, shifting to face Steve, and before he can lean into Steve’s torso, his hand flies out and hits Steve’s hip hard. Eddie flinches, pressing his hand to the spot carefully.

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Steve murmurs, one of his hands pushing through Eddie’s hair. Eddie’s stomach twists, and he huffs quietly, closing his eyes. “What is it?”

Eddie shakes his head, opening his eyes to look up at him.

Steve touches his face, his fingers brushing over his cheek, over the rough, sensitive skin of his scar, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s forehead.

“What is it?” he asks quietly.

Eddie exhales, turning his cheek into Steve’s palm, feeling the tension leave his body.

“…How are you not tired of me?” he asks after a moment.

Steve blinks, his expression hardening, but his hands remain soft on him.

“What do you mean?” he asks in a small voice.

“I just…” Eddie shrugs weakly. “Feel like you should be fed up with me by now,” he half-jokes, but Steve frowns, his fingers trailing over Eddie’s jaw.

“Why would you think that?” he asks quietly, like he’s offended.

Eddie blinks at him, his eyes stinging a little bit. His hand tightens on Steve’s hip, one of his fingers holding loop of his jeans.

“I keep hitting you,” he says weakly. It happens often. Not as often as his whistling, or his head jerking, his eyes squeezing shut or rolling to the ceiling, but often. When they’re on the sofa, when they’re hugging, when they’re just talking. Eddie wants to cry every time, but Steve doesn’t even acknowledge it, except for the occasional it’s okay.

“You can’t control that, babe,” Steve says adamantly.

“I know, it’s just…” Eddie looks away, frustrated. “I keep hurting you.”

“I think you think you hit a lot harder than you do.”

“Steve,” Eddie says seriously, tugging at his belt loop, looking up at him. “I almost smacked you in the face the other day.”

“You redirected,” Steve says lightly, shrugging.

“Steve.”

“Do you want me to be mad at you?”

“I…” Of course he doesn’t. But it feels like Steve should be mad at him. Or at least annoyed. “I don’t know.”

“Well I’m not,” Steve says firmly, holding his chin. “Ever. Okay?”

It doesn’t make Eddie feel better. He exhales, looking down, at the blue ink on the top of Steve’s thigh, rough doodles on his jeans from when he gets bored at work.

Steve sighs, pushing Eddie’s hair back before he lets go of him, moving so Eddie’s hand falls from his hip, and he pushes Eddie’s sketchbook out of the way, looking at the drawing on the open page. It’s an unfinished sketch, messy and not very good at all in Eddie’s overly humble opinion, but Steve smiles at it.

“‘S good,” he says softly as he pulls himself up onto the counter. Eddie watches him, watches the muscles of his arms flex, and his cheeks flush with warmth when Steve reaches for the armrests of his chair and easily pulls him closer, between his legs.

Eddie looks up at him, that familiar feeling settling in his chest, and he reaches his hands up, setting his arms across Steve’s legs, holding his hips again.

“Talk,” Steve says softly. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” He touches said head, runs his fingers through Eddie’s hair, scratches at his scalp. Eddie wants to cry.

Eddie sighs, leaning to rest his cheek on Steve’s knee, closing his eyes.

“Just…” His shoulder jerks slightly. He ignores it. “I don’t know. Kinda crazy you haven’t gotten sick of me yet.”

“Why would I ever get sick of you?” Steve asks softly, playing with Eddie’s hair. “Hm?”

“Because I keep hitting you,” Eddie says sullenly, letting go of Steve’s hips. “Because I… throw things and hit things and I’m… noisy.” He pushes Steve’s shirt up with one hand, the other falling under the island, untucking it and pressing his hands under the fabric to Steve’s skin. “I interrupt. I’m annoying.”

Steve pulls his hands away and untucks the rest of his shirt, holding it up with one hand so Eddie can trace his scars softly, gazing.

“You’re not annoying, Eddie.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t believe him, and Steve can tell.

“Eddie, baby, look at me.”

Eddie looks at him without lifting his head. His vision is obstructed by his hair, and Steve gently moves it out of the way.

“You are not annoying,” he says again, softer, his eyes shining earnestly. “I know you can’t control it.”

“That just makes it more annoying,” Eddie grumbles.

“No, it doesn’t.” Steve’s fingers drag through his hair.

Eddie exhales, looking back at where his hand is tracing Steve’s scars.

“You’re annoyed by it,” Steve says, and Eddie nods against his leg. “I’m not, Eddie.”

Eddie is quiet, a tingling starting on his shoulders like he’s going to shiver, and he tenses.

“Alright, Eddie, look at me,” Steve says, his voice shifting, tapping Eddie’s cheek to prompt him to lift his head. Eddie does, muttering a soft, “Hold on,” and looking away. He pushes his shoulders back, closing his eyes, and Steve waits quietly, patiently, until Eddie’s head jerks back violently, and his shoulders shrug up suddenly. A second passes before Eddie drops his head, sighing and relaxing.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Eddie shivers before he looks up at him tiredly, and Steve leans down, holding his face between his face, looking into his eyes.

“I need you to, like, really listen to me, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie breathes.

“When I say that you’re annoying,” Steve says, still looking into his eyes, “or obnoxious, or any of those things, I don’t mean it. I’m just teasing. And if you don’t like it, or if it hurts you, I’ll stop.” He looks so earnest that Eddie almost hurts. “And when I say those things,” Steve says slowly, carefully and intentionally, “I’m talking about how you act with the kids, usually. When you’re…” He shrugs, smiling softly. “Immature and chaotic. But even though I tease, I love when you act like that.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows.

“Even though it riles them up?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Because they get to just be kids when you’re fucking around with them.”

Oh.

Eddie smiles softly.

“And,” Steve continues, “when I say those things, I am never, ever talking about your tics. You understand me?”

Eddie nods weakly, his eyes burning.

“You are not annoying to me, Eddie,” Steve says softly, leaning down and leaving a careful kiss on his lips. “I promise.”

“Don’t you get tired?” Eddie asks, exasperated. Steve looks at him.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks quietly.

“It’s constant, Steve,” Eddie says, his eyes burning. “And you just… put up with it, you— you’re always getting me ice, or holding my hand still, or getting pillows for me, or…” He exhales, looking up at Steve desperately. “You’re always taking care of me.”

“I like taking care of you,” Steve says adamantly. Eddie looks away, holding back an eyeful. “Eddie, I’m serious, look at me.”

Eddie looks up at him. His lips are pressed together, his eyes shining with some unreadable, desperate emotion.

“Steve,” Eddie breathes.

Steve leans down and kisses him, holding his face between his hands so his cheeks are squishing under his palms, sucking softly on his lower lip, slow and careful like everything he’s ever done with Eddie.

He pauses when they part, their foreheads pressed together, breathing a little hard, holding Eddie close. Eddie slides his other hand under Steve’s shirt. His skin is warm. His scars are rough, the skin thick and sensitive, tender evidence of his survival. Eddie likes to kiss them.

“I love you,” Steve whispers.

Eddie’s eyes open. His breath escapes him, and it’s like his bones melt. He slumps, squeezing his eyes shut as the words wash over him, his hands squeezing Steve’s sides softly.

“Really?” he chokes, pulling away after a moment. Steve’s eyes are tear-filled.

“Really really,” he says softly. Eddie blinks tears back, sliding his hands over Steve’s sides.

“I don’t get tired of taking care of you,” Steve murmurs, looking at Eddie’s face, his thumb brushing over his trembling lip, “because taking care of you, and helping you, and looking after you is… me loving you.” He pauses for a moment, letting their foreheads touch. “And I don’t ever get tired of loving you.”

Eddie’s whole body hurts.

He chokes Steve’s name weakly, his voice broken, almost squeaking, too high and small for it to even be understood, but Steve just kisses him even though he can’t kiss back, because tears are streaming down his cheeks, over Steve’s fingers.

A small sob escapes Eddie, and Steve pulls him into a hug, running his hands over his head as he buries his face in Steve’s belly. Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, his hands pressing into the small of his back, against his warm skin. Steve’s hands are shaking as they run through his hair.

Eddie’s shoulders jerk as he cries, just once, and Steve’s hands smooth over them gently, sweetly, gathering his hair back.

“Eddie, baby,” Steve's voice says softly, and Eddie feels like he’s surfacing from under cold water, gasping for breath, like his lungs are breathing properly for the first time in his life.

“I love you too,” he chokes, lifting his head and looking up at him. His vision is blurry with tears. He can still see Steve’s smile. “I love you so much.”

Steve laughs softly, sniffling, leaning down to kiss him chastely.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly, focusing on the feeling of Steve’s hands running over his cheeks, wiping his tears away. His head shakes slightly, but Steve doesn’t move his hands. He leans down to kiss his forehead.

“God,” Eddie exhales, holding his hips above the waistband of his jeans. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” Steve whispers. “You don’t have to apologize and you don’t have to thank me.”

He leans down and kisses his lips gently, murmuring a soft I love you, and Eddie reaches up, sliding his hands over Steve’s shoulders, over his cheeks, pulling him down to kiss him harder. After a moment he remembers that he’s sitting, and without pulling away, he stands, kicking his chair back noisily, one of his hands pushing into Steve’s hair as the other clutches at the small of his back. Steve’s legs wrap around his waist, and he tilts his head to kiss him deeper, holding Eddie’s face like he’ll fall apart if he lets go.

They’re both breathless and panting when they part. Steve’s fingers dance over the sides of Eddie’s neck, over his scars, making him shiver. (It’s a nice shiver.) They press their foreheads together, sharing breaths, eyes closed.

Steve pulls away after a moment, caressing Eddie’s cheeks.

“I’m not gonna get tired of you, Eddie,” he whispers. “You’re stuck with me, baby.”

Eddie laughs softly, sniffling and nuzzling his face into Steve’s cheek.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

#considered making this spicy but one of my wips is almost pure spice so i thought maybe not #if someone wants to steal this and make it spicy go ahead #anyway obviously i’m extremely weak for first i love yous #i dont think im gonna write more eddie w tics for a while bc it kinda triggers my tics (its not too bad dw im ok) #and also i have like seventy wips #but if anyone writes eddie w tics i would love to read it <333 #steddie #steddie oneshot #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson ficlet #steve harrington #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things ficlet

[windslar]

I hope Madeleine and Debare know what they're getting themselves into naming their child after a spice.

Welcome to the world, Saffron Sevilla-Amadi!

#i already know she's gonna be a spicy one #the sims 4 #ts4 #the joy of life challenge #the joy of life legacy #tjolc #tjol challenge #ts4 gameplay #maxis match #JOL gen 1 #sim: madeleine sevilla #tjolc gen 1

[amethystpath-writes]

Goodbye Kisses

NOT A PR0MPT

is spicy !

To get straight to the spicy part, look for “$$$”

******

“You did not come back with the rest. I assumed you died.” The princess sat at her vanity, looking to her nails, admiring their jagged and chewed edges. She would look up on occasion, to the dusty mirror, to see if the blue arches beneath her eyes were yet gone. When she saw him, she couldn’t bare to keep looking. 

“And you never came looking for me? I’m disheartened.”

She didn’t say that, and she had looked for him. The princess nearly sprinted to the stream outside the palace gates, past the first village, and between it and the next. Weaving between guards had never been easier.

“I waited,” she said, still not looking to her reflection- to his, “for days. My brothers came to find me. At least, Older Brother did, and we are both lucky he hadn’t shown up sooner.”

Older Brother knew of the two’s scandal. Had he ‘found’ her the day she left, the day after Lover was supposed to return, the king and queen would have known their daughter was sneaking off to a lover. Worse than that, Lover’s general would have noticed his absence and figured he, too, had snuck off for a mischievous rendezvous somewhere far off from base.

He laughed, and not only did she catch a glimpse of his reflection, but she swiveled in her chair. “You are upset with me.” How could he be in disbelief at her?

“I waited,” she repeated. “And now you come into my bedroom wearing that stupid smirk- as if I weren’t worried for your life for days on end!” He was fine. Her knight in shining armor was late, and not only was he late, but he was unscathed.

“You think I was running off with someone.” His chest bounced as he laughed again. “Who would I run off with besides you, princess? One of your brothers?”

She smiled at that. She wouldn’t have said it outwardly, but he was right. Yet then again- “What else were you doing?”

$$$

“Is it impossible to believe that I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you?”

Was that any excuse? Where had he been? He was untouched! No scars or scabs. No scratches or rope burns to reveal that he was captured. Nothing was wrong with him. He should have been at the stream like they agreed.

But as he began walking forward and away from her door, as his lips fell from a smile into something more serious- no, more sensual- the princess felt her shoulders rising. Her cheeks were flushing. She spun around, eyes avoiding the mirror at her vanity.

“If I would have met you by that stream,” he said to her, and he was directly behind her, scraping what hair was against her neck, and pulling it to one side. Before she knew it, his lips were brushing her ear and a shiver darted down her spine. She exhaled, quietly, but not so hushed that her lover didn’t hear. He gave a scornful laugh. 

“If I would have met you by the stream,” he repeated, his breath sending yet another shiver, “the throne would have another heir.”

“I do not think,” the princess returned, breathless, though nothing had yet happened, “that I would have minded.”

“No, but lucky for you, I care about your reputation.” His lips were leaving wet spots down the column of her neck, and she subconsciously tilted her head to the side, allowing him easier access.

Sneaking a peak at the mirror in front of them, her hands twitched in her laps. She needed to do something with them- anything. She settled for clenching her nightgown into tight fists.

“I leave tomorrow. Will you give me a proper goodbye?”

Already? But he had just gotten back.

His hand was reaching her chin, tugging it back towards him. She hummed, almost carried away by the simple touch. “How could we when you are leaving again?” Her voice almost escaped as a whine. Desperate.

No, not now. “I would distract you.” The princess attempted to pull her chin free, but the soldier only grasped it tighter. He would have his kiss.

“You think you have that power over me?” His eyes shone with intent as he rubbed one thumb across the space between her cheek and chin. When he glanced to her lips, he said, “Because you do.”

Something about his tone struck a fire in her core, and she felt herself smirking, her head upheld in his hand. Carefully, she rotated in her chair so that her soldier’s grip didn’t slip; she liked his hand there, liked the control which slipped to it instead of her crown. With her chest against the back of the chair, she reached behind his head and pulled it down.

“Goodbye,” she whispered, pulling him into a delicate kiss.

“Goodbye,” she said again, pulling him into another.

“Come back,” she said in-between.

With each kiss, she prolonged pulling away, enraptured by the feel of his lips, of his tongue. She would kiss him until the end of their days, into a grave marked for two.

In another moment, her gown was sliding across her stomach and chest, lifting, along with her arms.

As the light from outside dimmed, she suggested a candle be lit, but her soldier only hushed her. “It will be better like this,” he promised.

And so it was.

In the dark, as everyone slept, the soldier, too, said his goodbyes- one kiss after another. One lower, and lower- until he stopped.

The princess sat up ever so slightly, looking down at her soldier, prone at the end of the bed. “Why did you-” until his head ducked down, and she had no words left. Not even another goodbye.

******

#NOT A PR0MPT #suggestive #is spicy #we're gonna start using #$$$ #as a tag to represent spice so if you don't like spicy (or you are too young for spicy) then you should ignore that tag. #I'm not gonna tag this one a bunch. if it goes off then it goes off. or it can stay in calm refines. #I leave it in your good (dirty) hands people #I want a tally of how many of you skipped to those US dollar signs 🤨

[trashmammal-goes-brrrr]

There's just not enough Klahadore/Kuro content to satisfy my rotten brain, so guess what!

I am currently writing something 🔪🤧

I also have an Ao3 account, so imma post it there too :3

#it's gonna be spicy #hopefully done soon #klahadore #black cat pirates #op live action #one piece live action #opla #one piece netflix #one piece kuro #kuro x reader #klahador x reader

[james-p-sullivan]

a little excerpt from the vidow fic im working on right now that’s set in botw/totk. this scene is based off of a conversation you have with an NPC about elixirs in botw lmao iykyk

#the entire fic is just you going through their camera roll on a purah pad #im gonna write two versions #one sfw the other spicy #i haven’t written a spicy fic in a long time #vidow #four swords

[cocaine-platypusbear]

how many times in a row can you redirect lightning. like what if, say, Iroh shoots lightning at Zuko, Zuko redirects it and throws it back at Iroh, Iroh catches it and redirects it back at Zuko, and so on and so forth. can you redirect lightning infinitely?? like hot potato

E X T R E M E E D I T I O N ?

#let's say hypothetically #atla #lightning redirection #avatar #zuko #uncle iroh #shitpost #came up with this in my kitchen this afternoon #wouldn't it be hilarious #like airball but. spicy #please tell me I'm not the only one who thought of this or I'm gonna feel pretty stupid