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#a little spicy today

xagave · 3 months

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I see ur notes trust me I didn't forget ashen it's one of the reasons I love my ot3 so much :0 I think it's a really unappreciated quad that people would have a lot of fun with if they played with it but I was trying to pick a fave and I've been torn between black and pale for a while 😩

#p #i dont hate redrom either but the way fandom tends to do it is kinda boring im SORRY i want that PITY i dont want Human Romance #hot and spicy takes today #have you all considered pale to black flipping. delicious. get some ash on ur diamond when things get a little heated too :)#the POSSIBILITIES

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thatseventiesbitch · 4 months

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If anyone is interested, last week Danny Masterson's team moved for him to be freed on bail. It will go to the judge now.

It's pretty funny.

Among their arguments:

He's lived an 'exemplary, law-abiding life' (except for all the raping, I guess??), and he isn't a threat to anyone, including the Jane Does from the trial (they have an ongoing Civil case against him claiming he/Scientology have harassed and threatened their families for years, including poisoning one of their dogs).

He's very close to his family - mother, siblings, wife and daughter - and they depend on him (Maybe true, idk - but also true that they're all Scientologists and DM has officially been declared as a 'Suppressive Person' in the wake of his conviction, which means they are to cut him out of their lives completely. In the wake of this, his ex-wife quietly left the organization. This is a whole rabbit hole, y'all).

And of course, Danny's philanthropic efforts to aid a charity for firefighters in the aftermath of 9/11 is heavily emphasized. Because, you know. That's really fucking relevant.

This goes in front of Judge Olmedo next. I, uh. I don't think it's going to get a whole lot further than that. But we shall see!

#tw: Danny Masterson #Danny Masterson #That 70s Show #That '70s Show #T70S #T7S #my essays #I am feeling a little spicy today in case you couldn't tell

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davidluongart · 8 months

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Anointing the ambrosia and rosewater perfume🛁

Something for my little comfort sugar momma and her baby daddy in Greek mythology. Within the illustration, while most of their bathroom products + makeup were Western, a lot of the goddess’ perfumes are Arabic; because they seemed to be contained a tons of scented ingredients that the Ancient Greeks + Near Easterners associated with the goddess. (Roses, myrrh, frankincense, cinnamon, and various balsamic gum resins, etc…)

#ancient greek #aphrodite #ares #mars #venus #a little bit spicy spa day for them #a greek friend of mine said these gave luxury hotel vibes because of the custom made shell faucet in their bathroom #and the concept were also often using in the tropical Southeast Asian resorts #the wave pattern tiles on the wall maybe a bit outdated to the modern minimalistic designs today #but I would decorate my bathroom like that if I have enough money for the apartment.

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metalheadmickey · 9 months

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hello @galladrabbles 💫 this is for @thepupperino's prompt "control."

There’s not a lot of space on the kitchen table. Ian had to clear the breakfast dishes, the vase with the flowers, the stack of mail.

But he got Mickey on there. Laid him out all bare in the bright sunlight, grinning, glowing, begging.

It’s early, but it can be nice to start the day with this. With Ian’s commanding voice and hands. His expert control of the steady rise in Mickey, of the pace of his impending orgasm, driven by measured shifting of his fingers.

He draws it out, maintains his control, and Mickey shouts into the morning warmth.

#it's cloudy and rainy today #a bright happy morning is what i need rn #also it's my friends' birthday so i thought i'd share something a little spicy #galladrabbles #my fic

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gifti3 · 7 months

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Short smut fic for asmo 🫡

MC and Asmo are having private time in a random room in RAD

(GN!MC and i dont bring up any parts either)

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"You act like you haven't been fluttering your eyelashes at me all day."

"But it worked didn't it?"

You huff partially from this statement but also from the way you were bouncing in Asmo's lap. This position was tiring.

"Need some help?"

He scoots back on your futon to lean against the wall. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands hold your hips to support you.

The responsible part of you knew you shouldn't be doing this. But the way Asmo kept looking at you. The unnecessary touches as he passed you in the hallway…You couldn't ignore it. So you dragged him to your "secret space" you'd sneak away to when everything became too much at RAD. The spot was a room that wasn't being used in a quiet part of the school. So you slowly started sneaking in things that would certainly have Lucifer lecturing you for hours. Now it was your own personal lounge.

"This stupid...uniform...is stuffy." Your jacket was unbuttoned but you were beginning to overheat.

"That's why we should have stripped," Asmo sighs.

You rest against him. "No way. What if there's a drill or someone decides they desperately need to get in this room?"

"But that's what makes this so fun~"

He kisses you against the neck as his pelvis rolls against you.

"The idea of someone seeing us together like this...." you feel his nails digging into your hips. "It's very exciting."

You look at Asmo and almost want to laugh but realize he's being very serious. So you start to actually think about this idea.

Someone seeing you and Asmo so intimately involved with one another that you were completely unaware of your surroundings?

It's a little embarrassing but you feel a rush of arousal and end up clenching around Asmo.

"See? You always get me MC ❤ "

His kiss silences any denials you have. When he pulls back he's slightly out of breath. "MC can I finish in you? I don't want to pull out!"

You're not thinking straight and practically beg him to. You're so tired and stopped riding him a while ago so when Asmo stops supporting you to hug you instead you immediately slump down on his cock. Your body tenses and your own orgasm hits you while Asmo moans directly in your ear.

Your grip on Asmo loosens and you lay against him. As you feel your eyelids getting heavy the room door rattles.

You jump, fully awake.

"It's okay we locked the door. You're too nervous hon."

You feel Asmo's hands rubbing your lower back but you get out of his lap. And immediately regret letting him finish inside you.

You pull your school bag towards you to look for a napkin or something.

"We should get out of here anyways...."

"Nooo, let's skip our next class and hang out here! Anyways, you're obviously sleepy."

Asmo reaches his arms out towards you, motioning for you to come back into his arms.

But you shake your head and wipe your inner thigh. "I actually take notes during class though."

He huffs. "You're such a nerd." He lays on his side on the futon and starts to inspect his acrylic nails.

"...Asmo come on."

He stares intently at you. Too intently.

"Whatever you're trying to do, it's not gonna work."

"MC please, I can literally smell your horniness from here."

You deadpan. That little ability of his was so troublesome. Sometimes he was able to tell what you were feeling before you even acknowledged it.

"We can mess around after school, let's just get to class!"

"Hmmm...kay." He sits up and starts tidying himself.

...That easy???

In the middle of your class you suddenly remember you had plans with someone else after school and internally groan realizing you'd have to cancel. Dealing with an annoyed Asmo was out of the question.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and side eye said demon. He notices you looking and smiles.

#obey me #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmo is a little “spicy” here #i kinda write him to be like this at times #hes very sweet but can be a handful especially if hes in some type of mood #if that makes sense #anyways yeah!#this scenario has been in my mind a long time so put one version of it on paper #im posting this through my phone god tumblr pls just send it through #dont destroy the formatting pls #i started this today and i didnt wanna think about it after today so finished really fast #be like that sometimes

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ladybugsimblr · 2 years

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the mystery prankster has been revealed but luckily he is a quick thinker and was able to avoid any harsh punishments and turn a minor setback into a win. note to self: never trust kid sized twins also known as the terror squad.

overheard on the way to the movie room:

bk: how much did you say you had to drink? q: don’t worry about that. bk: light or dark?? q: ha! don’t worry about that either. bk: q, i’m not playing. i have a dance rehearsal tomorrow. q: i don’t care!!!! hiiiiigh. notes. bk: watcher help me...

watcher says have fun but just remember that whole hold on baby #4 thing. please and thank you!

#no spice today #you little filthy mcnasty #every angle was too spicy lmao #q was on one #😅#didn't feel like getting banned #also #q really does go around pranking the toilets #sir #please #bklegacy #bklgen2 #bailey kay #quinton

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narcolini · 1 year

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ismael ‘mayo’ zambada x gn!reader, 1715 words

warnings for guns and implied main character death

for day 27 of whumpril: forced to kneel & grabbed by collar

tagging: @ashlingiswriting @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @empireroyals @iridescent-sol @thesandbeneathmytoes @marissa53115

You know his routine well, because you know him well. As much as he likes to think otherwise, you know his habits, his likes, his inclination for fucking betrayal. Loyal to no-one but himself, no matter how many times you’ve ended the night with him tangled in your sheets.

He didn’t expect you to work it out. That, you’re sure of. It wasn’t arrogance, or a lack of care, in thinking that he could go behind your back—royally fucking you, and everything you’ve worked toward—without consequences. No, it was worse than that. He underestimated you. He didn’t think you could make the very obvious leap, didn’t think you had the smarts or the experience to catch a rat when it crawled out from the floorboards.

You haven’t had to wait long, really, just for the sun to set, for the light to sink into blue. You’re already on the boat when he arrives, because it’s always the same boat. Always the same side he leans on, forearms to the edge, Stetson in place, gaze set out over the same damn water. Every night, all year round. It’s how he unwinds. Just him, the waves, and a cigarette smoking between his fingers.

You watch him light it now. Allow him that extra moment of quiet before you step out from the shadows. It could have been something good, you and him, he could have honoured the deal you made and enjoyed the profits with you, side by side. But he works alone, right? He takes what he wants from you and then he goes it alone. He went right over your head; instead of moving the product like you’d asked him to, the product you’d shaken hands over, price already agreed, he’d gone straight to the seller himself. Made them a better deal than you had, and took the supply before you’d even laid eyes on it.

And he thought that you wouldn’t know.

He takes a drag, burning end throwing orange onto his face.

He thought you wouldn’t work it out.

‘Are you armed, Ismael?’

You take a step, then another, your gun raised to be in line with the back of his head. He doesn’t twitch to look over his shoulder at you, as you thought he might, but instead continues his habit. Smoke in, smoke out, eyes over the water.

You can hear the edges of his smile as replies, ‘You want me to get it for you?’

‘Where I can see it.’ You stop behind him. ‘Slowly.’

He parks the cigarette between his lips, straightening to reach under the back of his jacket. You knew it would be there. Knew he wouldn’t come without it, even when he’s supposed to be relaxing. He tugs it free of his jeans with one hand, slowly as you’d asked, then holds it out into the air beside him.

‘Don’t move.’ You reach forward, leaning over the balls of your feet, to take it from him. To put it in the back of your own jeans, out of his reach. Another weapon in your arsenal. The gun you’d brought is still pointed at the back of his head. At the spot where his hair curls over his collar. ‘You can turn around now,’ you say, once your feet are planted steady, and both hands are around the grip again.

He laughs once, pushing it through his nose as he returns to his lean on the edge. You watch the smoke blow up from his face as he continues on with his cigarette, like you aren’t there at all. Like there isn’t one finger twitch between life and death for him. ‘What is this?’ he asks. ‘A new game?’

‘A trial.’

‘A trial?’ You can picture his brow raising, his mouth flattening as if to say, wow, I’m surprised, maybe even impressed. ‘And you’re the jury, right?’

You rearrange your fingers, one set over the other. He’s minimising it on purpose. He knows you have a piece pointed right at him, he knows you’re playing juror and executioner alike. ‘Turn around, Ismael.’ You want to see his face. To look at him as you make him listen, it’s your right to do so. It’s the least he could give you. A final gift before parting. ‘No es una broma, ya.’

He sighs, taking a final drag before flicking the half-spent thing into the dusk in front. Over the edge, into the water. A path he’ll know well enough by the end of the night. He turns slow like he’s got all the time in the world. ‘We both know you won’t use that.’

‘You fucked me over,’ you bite, flinching the gun forward slightly. ‘I want an explanation.’

His hands go up, not fully, but elbows bent, palms hovering by his shoulders. He doesn’t look half as surprised by your reaction as you expected him to. He’s still smirking slightly, like he doesn’t quite believe in your commitment to the threat. ‘We can’t talk about this over dinner?’ he asks.

‘What, so you can lie to my face again? Tell me you can’t wait to do business together?’

‘It’s how this life goes. The better deal always wins, darling.’

‘No,’ you scoff, ‘it’s loyalty that wins.’ Loyalty that keeps you alive. ‘You really thought I wouldn’t realise it was you?’

He shrugs, palms dropping again like he’s settled on the idea that you won’t shoot him, would never shoot him. ‘I thought you would come back with a better offer.’

‘Liar.’

His head tilts. Maybe.

‘I paid you to do a fucking job, Ismael.’ It’s getting harder to keep your voice steady, to walk the line of threatening, imposing, without going wild in rage. If you didn’t want to make a point of all this, you’d forget words all together. Screaming, and roaring, and painted black metal into the side of his head. ‘You thought I would just let that go?’

‘Pues,’ he sighs, ‘no pensé en ti, de verdad.’

Right, because he only thinks of himself, over and over again. Whatever will get him higher up the ladder, further away from his competition—and that includes you, now, because you were two steps behind before he fucked it all up. You’ve had enough of it. You were starting to tire of it before all this, of him and his inability to settle. But now? Now, you can’t even spare him the breath to pull an apology, or an acknowledgement of guilt, from his snaking tongue.

‘Get on your knees,’ you say, jumping forward a page. Script thrown overboard with his cigarette.

His lip twitches, smirk hiding under the ends of his moustache.

You flick the gun down to the floor and up again, showing him where he’s got to go. You won’t relent. You won’t let him talk you out of this. ‘Kneel, or I’ll put a bullet in your thigh.'

‘Wouldn’t the knee make more sense?’

You shrug. ‘We can find out.’ You’ve already made peace with the idea of shooting him, in whichever way that falls. Any sentiment you’d shared toward him, has split the way your deal had: by his hand, at his benefit and consequence. ‘Which do you prefer?’

You angle the nose down, to his thigh first, then the knee, and then he sighs and folds before you have to take it any further. The toes of his boots scrape as he puts them behind him, denim knees to the shrimp-muck floor.

‘You want me to say sorry?’ he asks, already talking in a way that shows he wouldn’t, even If you did. He’s looking up at you, or trying to, restricted by the brim of his hat. A bored expression sits beneath the edge of it.

You take it from his head, hanging it by your side afterwards, half a mind to put it over your own hair now. One hand’s wrapped around the gun still, pointing right at his forehead. ‘I want my money back,’ you say, truthfully, ‘I want what I’m owed.’

His head tilts. His voice softens, like he’s sitting across a candlelit table, and not looking up at you from the ground beneath. ‘We can make an arrangement.’

‘It’s already been made.’

His eyebrows twitch together, gaze sharp and searching your own. He can’t even begin to imagine what that means. Doesn’t know the sort of conversations you’ve had with Sinaloa, with Güero himself. The deals you’ve struck up in his absence—and in the guarantee of ensuring that it remains.

‘Y’know,’ you laugh bitterly, ‘I had visions of us being the new jefes de jefes. You, me, a shit-load of money.’

He’s staring still, not moving at all besides the slight breeze through his hair, through the curls behind his ears.

‘But you couldn’t let up control, could you? Not even for me.’ He’d sooner throw you under the bus, strip you of product and power, than share a title with you. ‘It’s sad,’ you say, ‘you signed your own death when you made a new deal.’

He goes to respond, but there’s the slightest chance that he might make you hesitate, still, after all he’s done, that he might make you change your mind. Or at least pause for long enough, that you doubt your own ability to continue. So you don’t let him.

Instead, you grab his collar, rough and unlike yourself, to tug him upwards, straight over his knees, and bend down to meet him in a kiss. It isn’t like any kiss you’ve ever given, all malice and regret, and strange, foreign bitterness. It’s like you’ve never even touched him before now. You don’t recognise how it feels, how his mouth matches to your own. The stubble on his chin is like sandpaper. The scent of his aftershave is almost strong enough to make you grimace.

You pull back, while it’s strange still, with your teeth catching on his bottom lip. All that’s left is to put a final farewell into the inch of space between your mouths, breath on breath.

You can’t manage to say the words.

Goodbye, Ismael.

Gun to his temple, cold to the damp of sweat across his skin.

We had something good, for a while, but it isn’t worth saving.

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfiction #mayo x reader #ismael zambada x reader #whumpril2023 #just a little spicy dicey one for today

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gekken · 8 months

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9 people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @lurklore - Thanks! These are fun

Last song: Hayden - Driveway

Favorite Color: Purple

Currently Watching: Rewatching Cowboy Bebop

Last Movie: The Fifth Element

Currently Reading: Chainsaw Man, rereading the Lord of the Rings, including Dungeon Meshi because the last chapter dropped a few days ago

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy

Relationship Status: Single

Current Obsession(s): Building my vinyl collection since I hate having money

Last Thing I Googled: mugging for the camera

Currently Working On: Working. Trying to find a half decent word processor to try writing again (I don't fucking trust google docs)

Tagging: @yippie-kai-gay, @mat-a-mat, @uumumuu, @motleyreviewsbackup, @ass-pushkin, @skoolbyart, @mythi-cat, @honeysider, @prune-fleur, @egoriv and viewers like you

#sorry if you didn't want to be tagged in this feel free to not do it if you don't want to #cheating by tagging more than 9 #i was going to just lame it out and put 'hey you can do it if you want to' but i wanted to be a little spicy today actually try to socializ #as much as this is socializing #work fucking drained me

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dabislittlemouse · 8 months

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I’ve never tried to write a whole fanfic/drabble on Dabi’s pov before, should I do it now 👀

#there’s this dabi x keigo’s little sister thingy i wanna write uwu #an ask i got today actually #maybe it would be more spicy to write on dabi’s pov #dabi x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi

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