#a lil spicy there at the end

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Just something silly for mothers day.

Warnings for minor mommy kink and daddy kink.

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It is the wee hours of the morning, the sun barely risen overhead when banging on the front door has Steve tumbling out of bed and down stairs. He groans as he opens the door, blinking blurry eyes at Billy Hargrove standing in his doorway with a bouquet of flowers. Roses and baby's breath.

"What are you doing here?" Steve grumbles. He is excited to see Billy, always is but it is too early for whatever this is.

"Came to see my favorite mom." Billy motions up and down with the bouquet of flowers. They are pretty, really pretty too bad all he can smell is the nasty baby's breath.

"Fuck you." Steve says even if he is pleased to see Billy he is not going to just let that side without at least a little protest. Just because he occasionally gives the kids rides and lets them sneak movies they definitely should not have and use his discount, Billy likes to jokingly call him a mom.

"Let me in and we'll see." Billy waggles his eyebrows already pushing past Steve to let himself in.

"Who'd you steal those from?" Steve closes the door and follows Billy toward the kitchen biting his tongue about the shoes he is still wearing. That will just make Billy feel validated to call him mom again.

Billy pauses in the doorway and turns just enough to smirk at Steve. "Wheeler's front porch." Proch comes out on a cackles as Billy proceeds into the kitchen.

"Classy." Steve snorts ever since Karen hit on him at the pool Billy has been a menace to all of the Wheelers.

"If you don't want them I'll toss them in the bin." Billy threatens holding the bouquet over the trash can.

"No, no I didn't say that." Steve says quickly before Billy can drop them. There is three week old lasagna in there from finally cleaning out the fridge. If Billy dumps the flowers, there will be no saving them. "They'll liven the place up a bit." Steve tries for nonchalant. He actually really likes flowers, something Billy is aware of. "Just dump the baby's breath that shit stinks." Steve knows Billy feels the same way about the stuff.

Steve pulls down an old Tiffany's vase his father brought his mother flowers in once. It is covered in a layer of dust. Steve does not clean over the fridge but maybe he should next time cleaning day comes around. 

Billy pulls the bouquet apart and dumps the baby's breath in the trash while Steve rinses the vase and fills it with some water. He pulls out the kitchen scissors next and cuts three fourths off of each stem before putting them in the vase under Billy’s watchful eye.

"You going to make me breakfast as a thank you mama?" Billy asks with a grin that can be felt as he presses kisses to Steve’s neck, chest against his back.

Steve thinks about elbowing Billy in the stomach for the nickname but it is hard to tell when he has tender spots and Steve does not like accidentally hurting him just for teasing.  "Stop calling me mom names and I'll make you french toast." He offers, he is not much for eating first thing but Billy always seems to be hungry and he gets awful sweet when he is nice and full.

"Sure you don't want to play?" Billy drags his mouth along Steve’s neck, making him shiver, arms around his waist, keeping him where he is wanted. Steve huffs a denial on his lips that is stolen away and replaced with a groan by Billy’s next words. "You can call me daddy."

Billy has always known how to push Steve’s buttons and he always uses that ability liberally. Sometimes to annoy but more often than not these days to get him worked up. "I hate you." Steve grit out cheeks warm as his cock clubs up.

Billy grins chortaling like a hyena as he kisses Steve's neck once more."That's right, baby. Now make daddy breakfast." 

Steve rolls his eyes and after a few assessing nudges with his elbow with no signs that there are hidden hurts he elbows Billy just enough to put some space between them. "Fuck you it's mother's day you want to play you can make me breakfast." Billy groans and rubs over the spot as Steve shifts around him and flops into a chair at the rarely used kitchen table.

Steve is expecting backlash but instead he gets leering as Billy saunters to him, boots kicking his feet wider apart. "I got all the breakfast you need right here mama." Billy cups himself through his pants where the material is pulled taunt by his hard on. 

Steve sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Billy grins and Steve wants to rebuff him on principle but his mouth is already watering. Billy unzips his pants one handed, pulling his cock out as he drags that bottom lip from Steve’s teeth, thumb rubbing over it. "Come on mama food is going to get cold if you don't eat up fast."

Steve should bite him for the continued use of mama but all he does is slide out of his chair and drop to his knees. Lets Billy get a hand in his hair and feed his cock between his lips. Eyes falling closed as pre slides down his throat and Billy groans over him.

"Happy mother's day mama." Steve pinches Billy’s thigh for it and glares up at him through his eyelashes. Billy laughs and snaps his hips forward, making Steve breath heavily through his nose and swallow around him. His eyes fall shut sinking into the feeling as Billy fucks his mouth. All in all not a bad way to spend mother's day.

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I wasn't planning to post anything, mostly because I haven’t been inspired to finish anything but this little thing came to me last night, so here we are.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #fanficiton #st fic #billy hargrove x steve harrington #it spicy #a lil spicy there at the end

[cuddlypoodle]

Wrestling with your GF.

#catradora #spop #adora #catra #a little spicy #digital art #i draw sometimes #my headcanon is that #they are constantly rough housing #but then it ends in a lil kissy

[blindmagdalena]

imagine homelander with a gf that gets really really clingy with him after watching sad movies where the one of the partners dies. obvi he’ll try to make it abt her, but really he’s touched that someone cares about him enough to worry about him..😭

This movie is... ridiculous. Homelander's biting back a laugh through the emotional climax of the film, unable to empathize with the choices of these characters, when suddenly he hears you sniffle. Looking down with his brows lifted, he catches the glint of tears rolling down your cheeks. "Whoa, hey, what?" He asks, sincerely baffled. Normally he can understand your responses to things decently well, but this catches him wholly off guard. You'd both been laughing about how silly the movie was not ten minutes ago. "What's with the waterworks?"

"I'm not crying," you answer stubbornly, pushing your cheek into the soft chest padding of his suit. "Right, my mistake. Just leaking lacrimal fluids then," he says wryly. He expects you to retort, maybe give his thigh an ineffectual slap, but there's a flicker of concern amidst his bewildered amusement when you don't respond at all, pressed tight to his side, tears still falling. "Babe," he calls, the word softly stressed. His brows knit together as he hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his. "C'mon, talk to me. No way that movie—

"It wasn't the movie," you admit finally, exasperation in your voice aimed not at him, but at yourself. "Not really, it was stupid, it just... I don't know. It got me thinking. I really don't know what I'd do if I lost you," you say, voice falling quieter and quieter with every word. It doesn't matter to him, he hears every bit of it. Homelander's shoulders sag.

"You won't," he says, face still pinched. You're the fragile one, not him. It makes his chest feel wrung tight, uncomfortable in a way he can't make sense of. You are his only vulnerability. You exist in his life as a precarious thing, a knife wedged in his heart that can be twisted and used to hurt him. A wicked part of him, the part that yearns for true invulnerable godhood, hates that about you. He swallows, mouth twitching. "You won't," he says again, needing it to be true as much as you do.

"I know," you say quietly, shifting up to press a kiss to his lips. In moments like this, you are so gentle with him, he almost feels fragile. It's as terrifying as it is indulgent. No one has ever worried about him the way you do. They've only ever cared about the damage he could do to others, but not to himself. Not about what could be done to him. "But I love you. A lot. More than I've ever loved anyone. I think I would go nuclear, you know? Just... Burn it all down kind of crazy," you say, huffing a teary little laugh. "But that's what they say. Love makes us crazy." Homelander kisses you fiercer than you're prepared for. He cups your face and holds you firm, soaking in your words, the salty smell of your tears, the tremble in your voice. All of it for him. "Say it again," he murmurs against your lips, voice tight.

"I love you," you say again, taking hold of his wrist. "I love you, I love you, I love y—" Your lips meet again with even more fervor. Homelander pulls you sideways into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he sinks deeper into your touch, your lips, the warm sweetness of this vulnerable, unconditional love you have for him. He would kill for you without question, decimate a world that would see fit to take you from him. Knowing you've thought the same sets him aflame. "I love you so fucking much," he rumbles, kissing his way down your throat. "Show me how much," you rasp, tears drying in the wake of heat crawling through you, ignited by his touch. In the background, the film continues to play, wholly forgotten. It may not have been a particularly good movie, but it does at least serve as the catalyst to a very, very good evening.

#beep boop SCHMOOP #thanks anon this was a very cute prompt! #fluff #homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #lil spicy at the end there oop

[astoldbychae]

📌 Melo's to-do list:

Buy big ass house in San Sequoia

Move into big ass house in San Sequoia

Build treehouse

😂 Papa was determined to get this damn treehouse built. It started raining and he was still out there (I felt bad, so I cheated it to Partly Cloudy).

In the midst of him building the treehouse he got yet another chatty-family call from his daughter, Genesis. Apparently she was too excited to wait until her stay-over to talk to him. Mind you the stay over was literally that same night.

Lucky for him, he finished just in time. Eden was at the house because I needed to test out a few poses, Monet was supposed to be watching her but she ended up going to work...

Not sure how long she was unattended...but it was long enough for her to make a mess all in the kitchen!🙄 Anywho, she got sent home so I could test out the stay-over function.

GeGe busted through the door with her cute lil Llama bag in tow. I forgot they show up with their "lil luggage". 🥺 It's so cute! Shortly after arriving they ate dinner, took their baths/put on their jammies and went to bed.

GeGe went off to school, Monet went to work, so Melo spent the day with Eden

after running around and having a snack...

Baby girl was out for the count! Once she woke up, they played a lil bit more until every one came home and it was time for dinner...and a movie.

They had Mashes Potatoes & Cutlets but they all kept moving around and finished eating before Genesis made it back down stairs, so I only caught the movie. 🙃

After the movie baby girl got her much needed cuddles in, Monet painted, and Genesis played video games until it was time for bed since it was still a school night.

It was the last day of the stay over and Genesis went off to school, Monet went off to work...so Melo and Eden did their usual routine:

He autonomously gave her a sandwich, sat down beside her and told her a story...then it was Melo's favorite part of the day...playtime

He's such a big ass kid! SOMEBODY GIVE THIS MAN A "DADDY OF THE YEAR" AWARD.

Once Genesis made it home from school she had to get in on a game of Don't Wake The Llama with Papa before it was time to go back home...but not without a lil' wager of course...

Genesis: 1 Dad: 0

🤣 Well played Ge, well played!

Meanwhile...After they said their goodbye's to the girls and locked up the house....Monet came in with a lil proposition of her own (to lift up his spirits)

Kisses and...Simbles...with a lil wager...

😏Well played Melo. Well played!

The real uncut spice is coming, as soon as they get some damn furniture! LMAO. I really just needed to play to test out a few in-game functions that I haven't played with.

#astoldbychae random gameplay #oc: carmelo hollingsworth #babygirl grabbed that box of fruit snacks gave out hugs and dipped #listen after the kids go home... #it gets a lil spicy at the end #very light spice #but still spice #😈

[hellishgayliath]

my babies ( some of these are alil outdated, i should prolly get some more clearer pics next i visit my mom)

mufasa(chunky boi, he feels so dang heavy when you pick him up)

pudge

nala

and queenie/ cleo

#the cryptid talks #they are all such sleepy eepy lil babies #i love all of them so much #there arent any cats around here that i can pet #cept for like one of my neighbors cats but she's alil feisty if you try to touch her #we ended up calling her spicy #funny thing about queenie is that she's like rivals with my mom over her boyfriend #cuz besides me he's the only other person that gives her attention lmao #my mom really having beef with a cat

[valiantroyalty]

Anonymous asked:

I would love to see more Malleus x Rose it's my favorite ship

Wordless harmonizing filled the forest that surrounds the school. It’s what caught Malleus’ attention in the first place, what drew him from his nightly walk. He recognized the voice before he saw the golden spun hair in the distance. He kept his distance a few moments, to simply watch.

Rose, in the bare minimum of what resembled her dorm uniform and bare footed, twirled, skipped, danced in her aimless journey. Birds flew around her, with small rabbits leaping at her feet. It truly was a sight to behold, but surprisingly enough it wasn’t the first time he’s seen it. In person, yes, but once before on a dream.

Rose took no notice of the dragon but the animals did. They scattered into the night, hid beneath bushes, hid in the trees. The secret princess continued her dance, only knowing Malleus was even there when he caught one of her spins, and brought her in close. Eyes flew open in surprise but was quick to smile, a soft blush on her cheeks.

“You should know it’s dangerous to be out alone, Rosie,” Malleus reprimanded lightly, using his nickname for her. Something he started using just recently. His eyes scanned her face, took in her expression, how flushed she was. The quickening beat of her heart. He’s starting to learn her responses to him, but he’s confused on what they mean.

“Mm, but am I truly in danger when you are here to protect me?” Rose returned cheekily as violet orbs met green. Her hands moved only to grip onto his. Something he should have expected but didn’t. Slowly he held onto her hands firmly. His gaze flickered down and took note just how much smaller her hands were in comparison to his.

“What if I am the danger?” The house warden prompted. It’s almost like a game between these two, until one backs down til the next game. “You are too trusting, child of man.”

A soft laugh greeted those words and a shake of head. “No. If you’re dangerous, you would have harmed me long ago. I don’t think you’re capable.” Now it’s a challenge, an almost dare. Mischief crossed Rose’s face as she peered up at him.

An eyebrow arched at that before a smile tugged at his lips. “I’d be careful what you wish for. I could end You if I so pleased.” An empty threat of course. He leaned down to better match her eye level. She also rose up, and stood up on her tiptoes. There’s a mere inch between their faces.

“So end me.” The blonde challenged above a whisper. It took a second for him to respond, gloved fingers moving to circle around her bared throat.

#out of coronation; #answered letters; #malleus x aurora #the ending could be taken soooo spicy if I continue #malleus draconia #princess aurora #drabble; #long post; #i love they #Rose is a lil shit ok she’s so bold and daring and a lil dumb

[rinniessance]

Hello Angie! I'm here to drop off some sweet treats for you 🍫🍬🍪

Now, I'd like to know a bit more about you and your faves hehe 💞

It's date night ❤️ where do your faves take you? What do you wear? How did you end the night with them? 💕

hello, zaya my bunny <3 thank you for stopping by, i am brewing us some tea to go with your sweets! we gotta eat them quick before satoru's spidey senses go off in the proximity of sugar ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა

ahhh thank you for asking me these! you know a way to a lady's heart :>

me and satosugu are biiiig on date nights. our regular dates are very casual and usually something fun - we went drunk painting last week, satoru had to carry two wine drunk idiots home after <3 but for special occasions, satoru usually picks out the restaurant for us to go to - he is a picky eater so we let him choose. i make them match with me for the outfits - i try to go for a similar style & color scheme but still keeping every outfit to match our individual personalities. i loooove me a good dress tho! so i get to pick the starting point first, and then we coordinate <3 suguru is always the one driving (me and satoru have passenger princess privileges), satoru usually ends up being the one paying ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა 'toru also loves teasing suguru on the ride back home every time - he slips into the backseat with me to make out while sugu can only watch :CC we get punished for it later tho when the two of us get edged by geto for hours sometimes ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

it's hard to plan with rinnie because of his schedule but he loves surprising me with spontaneous date nights to make up for all the times he's away or training late :CC i tell him not to worry 'cause i understand but he doesn't listen <3 i usually dress him up for any of our outings though, the man unfortunately does not know how to do it. he entertains my interest in art all the time so he takes me out whenever there is a new exhibition opens up ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა he doesn't understand it but he loves seeing me excited <3 he says it super hot when i talk about what i like with passion, no wonder he can never wait until we get home for me to ride him ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

#thank you sooooo much for asking angel!!! this was so much fun #sorry it got a lil spicy at the end :~) #꒰ྀི angerina ꒱ྀི #꒰ྀི sasuan ꒱ྀི #꒰ྀི asks ꒱ྀི #꒰ྀི zaya ꒱ྀི

[littleladymab]

Mab mab mab mab mAB i see "request a ship" and i IMMEDIATELY THINK thalias and samakro sooooooooo thalias and samakro with number 4 (forehead kisses) mayhaps? 👀

OH NO DID I USE THIS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE A PLANNED EXTENSION OF THE LAST THALAKRO I WROTE FOR YOU SIMPLY BECAUSE I ALREADY INTENDED FOR THERE TO BE A FOREHEAD KISS IN THAT?

maybe.

is that cheating?

probably.

The plan is to eventually clean up the transition between the two scenes then I'll post it to ao3 🤭 and when i write my Eli prequel to "far from the world that i made", this will feed into that

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After dinner, Mak’ro takes a shower to “rinse the last of the Family ties off” and Thalias carefully hangs up the Commodore uniform. (He doesn’t make a direct offer for her to join him, just a curious tilt of an eyebrow when he declares his intentions during their meal. Thalias declines by saying she’ll handle his uniform.) 

She calls a porter to pick it up and arranges to have it sent ahead to his new command so that he doesn’t have to worry about lugging his dress uniform around. He’s also left a duffle at the bell desk as he stopped by earlier that morning to add her name to the reservation and pre-check in, which she has brought up. She leaves that for him in the bathroom. 

After that, Thalias busies herself with tidying up from dinner. She fixes her makeup and hair curlers strewn across the vanity. She puts her dress away in the closet, resigned instead to never wearing it. Because what good will a formal dress do her all the way out on Ool? 

Thalias doesn’t even realize how lost in her own head she’s getting until a pair of warm arms wrap around her middle and hoist her off her feet. 

“I’m pretty sure there’s a saying about idle hands,” Mak’ro comments as he half carries her to the sitting area. 

“I couldn’t possibly know what you’re talking about,” Thalias replies as she gets her feet back under her. “I wouldn’t know what to do with an idle moment.” 

His hands remain at her waist, his grip loose enough that she can turn around to face him properly. He’s wearing one of the bathrobes and his damp hair is slicked away from his forehead. She loves seeing him like this and she gives in to the urge to run her fingers through his hair. “I’m sure I have a few ideas, if you’re wanting,” he offers, and his laugh is smothered by her kiss. “I meant like you could knit! I didn’t mean anything else.” 

“Of course not.” Thalias grips the open collar of his bathrobe and pulls him in to kiss him again for good measure, and again and again — drawing it out until she can feel the humor in his lips fade into simple contentment. “The girls are a handful at the best of times. I hardly have a chance to pick up a hobby.” 

“What?” Mak’ro does an expert job at faking surprised. “A bunch of children away from home are a handful? I don’t know what you mean; Sache was a perfect angel.” 

Thalias laughs despite herself. “You can say that because you were more preoccupied by me.” 

He hooks a finger beneath her chin and tilts her face up so he can meet her eyes. “You’re very distracting,” he comments.

“You say that with fondness now,” she teases. 

Mak’ro’s answering grin is crooked on his lips and he places a kiss on her forehead. “It’s been nearly twenty years. I’d have hoped you have forgiven me for that by now.” 

Her expression softens and she presses the palm of her hand against his cheek. “I can officially say I have now, Commodore Mak’ro.” 

His grin softens to match, and he turns his head to press a kiss to her palm. They linger like that for a moment, then two, before separating. “You want anything to drink?” he asks as he wanders over to the minibar. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re making,” Thalias says, moving to sit on the couch. Her questis is already on the cushions after she abandoned it there earlier in the day. She settles in against the arm of the couch and gives a languid stretch of her back. 

Mak’ro joins her a moment later, handing her both glasses so he can clamber onto the couch as well. 

“How are you supposed to drink yours?” she asks, amused, as he kicks his legs out and settles his head into her lap. 

“I haven’t figured that out yet,” he admits, taking his drink back and settling his hands over his chest. “This seemed more important.” 

Thalias smiles and runs her hand back through his hair. It sticks up at odd angles and refuses to settle. “I’ll catch it if you start to fall asleep with it.” 

“Lifesaver.” Mak’ro already has his eyes closed, a small and self-satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips. He’s never this relaxed unless its in the privacy of either of their quarters, and these days they see each other so rarely that she hates to imagine how much pent up stress he’s been harboring. 

She glances at her questis for a moment in consideration. “Darling?” 

He opens one eye, suspicious. “Yes?” 

“Was Ar’alani at your promotion ceremony? I heard the Steadfast is in for repairs.” She hesitates a beat as he stares at her, waiting for the shoe to drop. “After their whole adventure in Lesser Space.” 

“She was there,” he says slowly. “She didn’t stay long but she did want to offer her congratulations.” Mak’ro sets his glass down on the nearby table and props himself up on one elbow so he can get a better look at her. “Why?” 

Thalias plays with her questis hoping her shrug comes off as dismissive. “I read the publically available version of her and her officers’ reports of the event. I was just hoping I could get a copy without all the redactions.” 

His face does something complicated before settling into an expression she remembers from her time aboard the Springhawk at Sache’s side. “You are not asking me to send you a combat report that is strictly limited to flag rank officers the day I am promoted to Commodore.” 

“You don’t have to send it to me,” she says innocently, though they’re both at an age where that doesn’t quite work. “I can read it on your questis—” 

He looks so tired as he runs a hand over his face and she wonders just when the gray at his temples started to look so pronounced. “You know what I mean, Thalias,” he says on a sigh but doesn’t push her hand away when she reaches up to brush the hair just above his ears. It’s the tone of voice that highlights the old animosity of Ufsa versus Mitth, even if it has been nearly twenty years for them. Even if he cut ties with his Family. It’s an old habit to fall back onto. “Ask anything else of me, but not that.” 

She hates that this was exactly what she was setting him up for. Ask for the impossible first and then the slightly more outlandish but completely possible. So she braces herself and says in a rush, “I want to meet him.” 

This catches Mak’ro completely off guard and the exhaustion immediately fades into confusion. “Meet who?” 

“Eli’van’to. The human.” She almost says Thrawn’s human but stops herself. “Was he there too?” 

“No. What? Hold on—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, then rolls back over so he can get his drink and take a fortifying gulp of it. “Okay, back up. Why do you want to meet Commander Ivant?” 

Thalias props her chin in her hand, leaning against the arm of the couch. “You know why.” 

He frowns. “Alright that was a stupid question. I don’t know how much he knows about…” Mak’ro gestures at her. “All of it.” 

“That’s why I want to read the report.” She holds up a hand when he gets that look on his face again. “I know, I know. I’ll have to go through official channels to requisition the data from proper channels…” Thalias doesn’t know what her expression does next because Mak’ro reaches up for her, letting his fingers tangle in her hair and his hand anchor at the back of her neck. Keeping her there in that moment. “They found a sky-walker, didn’t they?” 

His silence is answer enough. 

“She’ll need to undergo evaluation and proper training and—” 

“I can’t help with that,” he says, cutting her off. “Officially, I can’t tell you anything. I won’t confirm or deny any guesses you make, but my hands are tied.” 

Thalias sighs and presses her thumb to his lips, smearing a bead of liquid against them. “Alright.” Then, after another sigh, she repeats, “Alright.” 

“Are you?” 

“Am I what?” 

“Alright?” 

She laughs despite herself, nudging him upright so she can curl up against him. His arm drapes around her shoulders, warm and comfortable, and she presses her hand to the exposed skin of his chest where his robe is open. “Are any of us?” 

Mak’ro gives a disgruntled huff but places a kiss to the top of her head all the same. “What a good fucking question,” he grumbles, and she smiles at the familiarity of his frustration. 

#star wars #thrawn novels #a lil miss fic #lil miss writings #thalakro #I have been thinking about them NON STOP the last few days #there is a ✨spicy ending✨ version to this i'll never write #but my ship deserves more content on ao3 where they aren't a side couple #this is also a very good motivation for me to write that eli prequel

[thelovelybitten]

WAKE UP BABES A NEW STENDY SONGFIC CHAPPIE JUST DROPPED

#otp: i cant do it alone #stendy #stan x wendy #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #viv writes #AYOOOOOOOOO #no cap this is the best one yet #UGH STENDY TENSION FUCK MY LIFE #i love me some good SHIT #stan being a lil spicy ended me #do u ever just squeal at ur own work #bc me #also wendy in her revenge arc is so fitting GHAHAH #the next chapter...well...let's just say it's a chapter haha #XOXO #LAUGH LOVE LIVE STENDY <33333333333333333333 #my babies i s2g #ANYWAYS BYE ILYASM

[bitbrumal]

well, now that kaeya has acquired a semi-eternal bf... the ‘lived forever but in agony & constantly losing bits of himself’ trope has a reason to exist :3c                i don’t suppose zhongzhong could purify his curse,,,      he’ll just have to watch kaeya lose himself. suppose that’s only fair- given the erosion.

also. kaeya: huh. i’m not even jealous about zhongli! smn: meows at zhongli kaeya: kaeya: death. endless. assassination. u looked at the wrong man u cannot Smell him u cannot perceive i will rip a- zhongli: kaeya: haha! hi :))) kisses his cheek. anyway imma go grab some [ insert snack ] from the market so we can chill later. bye~~~~!

#galactia #old men get dementia together the end #this was gonna go somewhere i thought but then i was just like 'yes and that's good then. it need not be perfect. lettem grow old & decrepit #together' #& u know what yes i'd love that for them. #i also love how i didn't feel the need to tag becca specifically bc WHO THE FUCK ELSE HUH. WHOMST AM I TALKING ABOUT LMAOO #that said i'm all for magical intervention & a happily ever after too. #mwah. chef's kees. #i still cannot believe how perfectly passionate they've fuckin been since the start sdjfksjdff #kaeya went YELLS IN FERAL ALLEY CAT & zhongli really did say i see u i respect that i respect me too i will Not stand for bullshit #and i WILL give u a warm spicy kees #kaeya: #kaeya: ? #kaeya: ! #and that ur honour is how the lil shit had himself a whole stray wrapped around him

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Look I know I have a problem. I am once again in rare pair hell (affectionate) with yet another rare pair >.< but also I like it here. It’s like a vacation from my usual brain rot. So have some more thoughts about yet another au that Steve and Kilt Guy could exist in.

Kenneth having a social media platform where he just does the wood thing in his kilt bare cheated at all times of course. He's part Irish/Scottish, he is not even sure which, his grandparents argue about it (truth is he's both). So he goes to festivals and competes in log throwing and other traditional highlander games. 

His videos are predominantly of him chopping wood when he is not competing and who the hell needs that much wood? No one certainly but Steve can't help watching every single video. He has never been more into wood in his life. Steve is Kenneth's number one fan and he leaves the dumbest comments 'I've never wanted to be a piece of wood more' 'How about you come split me in half instead' ‘God I wish that were me’ just dumb half a sleep thirsty comments but somehow it works and they end up together.

So now Steve is Kenneth's number one fan at the games, recording him competing while always managing to point out that this is his man. Just in case any other thirsty fans get any ideas.

 Steve gets a kilt of his own, one to match Kenneth’s. It is warmer than he expected and comfortable. After every victory or not, does not matter if it is for celebratory or cheering up reasons Steve finds himself on his knees. The grass rubbing stains into the skin of his knees, the kilt hiding the way he fists his cock, the word around him blacked out by Kenneth's kilt draped over his head as he sucks and bobs his head.

Steve gets all the wood he could ever want.

#Steve Harrington x kilt guy #Jellyhc #I thought it was going to be one and done. I should have known better #a lil spicy there at the end #Stkilt

[tetsoorou]

˗ˋˏ @onigirintarou & ˎˊ˗

𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞

♡ lily’s 100 follower event ♡

#♡; lily’s 100 follower event. #hi hazel!!!! <3 #thank you very much ahhh :’) #okay so i went back n forth between atsumu and sugawara for a lil while !!!! #but in the end i decided on suga !!!!! #i just think y’all would have a lot of fun together!!!! #like the my bf is also my best friend kinda vibes hehe #lots of playing around n teasing #and he just strikes me as someone who also loves spicy food #and he would absolutely crank up the volume n sing along just as loud to songs in the car w you <3333 #n for the moodboard: i envision y’all to have a happy carefree n fun time together !!!! so i was going for those kinda vibes <333 #ahhh i hope you like it <333

[ahogedetective]

Kokichi set the mug down on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch beside Shuichi with a wide smile. "I made you coffee!" he exclaimed, so full of excitement. That excitement only faintly faded as he added, wholly unapologetic, "And I swear I didn't put chili power in it this time. See, watch."

Leaning over, he grabbed the mug and took a swig of the coffee. Despite preferring something sweeter and mostly milk, he offered a smile when he handed it to Shuichi. "I'd neeeeeever lie to you, beloved."

( in which Kokichi actually isn't lying and it's just normal coffee, he just loves being an asshole fdkhdsjfkla )

"Oh?" He gives a bright smile at the nice surprise. "Aww thank you, Koki-" And then he adds that second part, making his smile disappear in an instant. "...Chi... Hmm." Shuichi squints his eyes. He don't trust that... He remembers the confusion and shock he felt when the last time Kokichi made one for him, it was super spicy. Which left him, of course: a coughing, wheezing mess. "Yes, do that. I want some proof, mister..."

Shuichi watches him take a sip, which does make him less suspicious he put chili powder in it, again. Accepting the cup, he gives a playful roll of the eyes and sassily remarks: "Suuuure you wouldn't. Nerd." And, once giving his cheek a soft pinch, takes a slow sip of his coffee. And thankfully: no spice hitting his tongue this time. "Mm... much better." He hums, a satisfied smile now on his face before he playfully bumps against his side with a chortle. "Geez... scaring me like that! It's good... now let me show my thanks..."

Setting the cup down on the table, it looks as if he's about to lean in and kiss him... but instead, as a mischevious smirk grows on his face, grabs one of the couch pillows and starts whapping him gently with it. "This! Is! For! Last time!!" Each word he exclaims is enunciated with a whap, followed by a loud, lively laugh that leaves him. "O-Only because you've redeemed yourself this time, I will show mercy! Hahaha...!" Once he felt his supreme leader atoned enough, he places the pillow down. And now this time, he wraps his arms around his waist, so that he can pull Kokichi closer and give him slow, soft kisses. Then he whispers, with a soft and loving gaze and smile: "Thank youuuu.... The coffee really is delicious. You're the best... you precious little brat..."

Said with nothing but fondness, as he sits back up to grab the cup again with one hand, while the other is still wrapped around Kokichi's waist as he takes more sips, humming in delight as he nuzzles against his boyfriend.

#HHFHGV KOKICHI!!! MENACE!!!! #YE S AND I LOVE IT: GIVING HIS SHUMAI A LITTLE SCARE!!!! #also jUST.... the implication he got him good with some spicy coffee before omfg.... #made him all like: 'sus.... 🤨' until Koki proved it wasn't spicy hehehe.... #the good detective still has to get his lil payback though~ #but it's okay bc he ofc will be soft and loving to his Koki in the end #for making him a nice coffee and bc he loves him... #BABIES.... ❤️ #ty for blessing me with this silly and cute ask~ #they're such Nerds!!!!! #Shuichi answers;; #takinghisbow #♡;; Lots of Work Is Fine When It’s You || {takinghisbow}

[steampunk-arc-knight]

Storytime with Silver! :D Figured it'd be fun to try and share some of my writing so here's a story I just finished with my Transformers Animated oc Speedstrike with Prowl

Speedstrike's design for anyone needing a face to her name

#transformers animated #tfa prowl #stories with Silver #oc x canon #semi spicy?? #I dunno #its a lil suggestive at the end ig #fanfic #transformers #transformers oc

[dabideserveslove]

I think it's about time for Dabi to go into a manic episode...

Yeah. Let's fuck shit up.

#dabi #im specifically talking in my fic 'light at the end of the night' #but also just in general #the man deserves a bit of mania imo #get a lil spicy on the other end of the spectrum for once

[malkaviian]

yeah sure, whatever, maverick and blade had a lot going on sexually speaking (although they never had sex), but also their ""relationship"" (also not dating) was kind of soft on its own way.

#maverick is a sleepyhead so falling asleep while they were watching something was quite common. ('something' probably being a gory movie) #he gets comfy with lights off and he ends up falling asleep lmao. so he mostly had his head resting on blade's chest #while he was hugging him<3 and trying his best not to move. sure the urge to grab whatever he had close and make him bleed was there #but he was mostly 'aww cutie' and at least some of his murderous desires disappeared lmao. he would even kiss him a lil on his head #(mav doesn't know that). no wonder he acts like a scorned lover now he was literally his freak soulmate (extremely compatible) </3 #the picture is really cute but just imagine these two watching some guy being beaten to death with a metal bat and a hammer #(and maybe not even a movie-- an actual video one of them acquired from the dark web!) #and being 'now things are getting spicy 😳' when most of his bones are broken but he can still scream in pain and things keep going #and mav randomly feels sleepy so he gets curled up next to blade and closes his eyes but the video is still playing #and the guy keeps screaming but now that's just background noise bc blade's like 'cute<3' and stops paying attention #oc talk #violence tw #lmao