#but where was the kiss tho

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

And they both lived happily ever after... 

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

[barblaz-arts]

Picked out my favorite looks from my sketches and now they're going on a date

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: improper use of plumping lipgloss, mentions of alcohol, oral sex, it's steddie endgame i promise | crossposted on twitter

it’s no secret, steve likes making out. likes isn’t a strong enough word. he loves making out. loves grabbing hold of someone and pulling them close, loves laying over them on a couch, on a bed, hips just barely moving as he takes them apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

that doesn’t change once he’s had a few drinks either, body tingling with tequila or vodka or something equally strong that has his inhibitions thrown to the wind. he’s always able to find someone willing to dance with him, hips pressed together and arms wrapped around shoulders.

it’s usually girls, pretty things with pretty hair that draw steve in like a punch drunk happy moth to an overzealous flame. they’ll turn their heads with a flirty shy smile and follow him out to the dance floor before pressing up tight against his front.

they’ll curl their fingers into his where they rest low on their hips and keep him close. they’ll drop their heads onto his shoulder and let their breath ghost over the side of his face until he gets the all too obvious hint.

steve likes making out on a dance floor. no, not likes.

loves.

that is until his lips are covered in sticky, sweet lip gloss and he’s pulling away because his tongue is on fire, tingling from something other than alcohol and the thrill of being in a pretty girl’s mouth.

“what is that?” he yells into her ear over the bumping bass.

“sorry,” the girl says sheepishly, “it’s my lipgloss. it plumps my lips.”

she goes back in to kiss steve once more and he isn’t exactly going to deny her. her lips are pretty just like her, plump and shiny and all too inviting, so he kisses her back. the gloss is spicy on the cracks of his lips, on the tip of his tongue when he he pulls her lip in between his teeth. it’s addictive in a way. he wonders if his own lips will plump up from the contact alone.

later, when they say their drawn out goodbyes outside of the club, he’ll ask to borrow the lip gloss since his night isn’t over yet. she’ll pull it out with a grin and apply it so sweetly to her own lips and then to his. her touch is gentle and precise before she puts the tube back in her purse and then connects their lips for a final time.

steve likes to make out. no, not likes.

loves.

so he goes to a bar around the corner, robin hot on his coat tails with some blonde she picked up attached to her side, and he’ll order a vodka soda that he can sip through a straw so he doesn’t destroy his pretty glossed lips. the bar is grungy, but steve almost prefers that, able to blend into smoky shadows and dark corners while he watches the crowd.

while he watches someone in the crowd watch him back.

he has wild curly hair and handcuffs on his belt and steve swears he’s staring at his lips and the way the light is bouncing off of the gloss, but he isn’t too sure. not until there’s wild curly hair and handcuffs on a belt standing right in front of him.

steve has a different confidence with guys. maybe it’s because he has to read them a little differently. maybe its because he gets read by them a little differently, too. but flirting is flirting all the same and steve finds himself biting at his lip and licking away some of the spicy lip gloss with a wince as it burns the inside of his mouth.

curly hair handcuff guy is cuter once they start talking for a while, all animated and vibrant, a bright shiny beacon in a dingy bar. he finds out his name is eddie with a lingering handshake that means something, fingers trailing and tingling like they had a spice to them, too.

they don’t dance, but they do end up out back, sharing a cigarette as drunk people stumble around them. it’s easy enough for eddie to light, flame from the lighter sparking in his big, brown eyes.

“so steve,” he says, flicker of some other kind of spark in his eye, “where to?”

and steve knows how to do this part. he grabs the cigarette out of eddie’s mouth and puffs on it himself, blowing the smoke over his head. “is it too forward to say i don’t think i can last much longer without getting my mouth on you?”

eddie grins and lets his eyes flit down. “no. is it too forward for me to say that i’d let you do anything to me, mouth or otherwise?”

he takes the cigarette back and steve can see his trace left behind on the filter, can see when the hint of gloss hits eddie’s lips if the wrinkle of his eyebrows is anything to go off of.

he doesn’t say anything, just winks over at steve. he doesn’t say anything, just drags him into a taxi. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps a hand high over steve’s thigh, just pushes steve up against his apartment wall, just fumbles over handcuffs and pushes down his jeans.

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

if he loves making out, then he really fucking craves giving head. he feels like a cartoon animal with hearts popping out of his head as he pulls eddie’s cock out of his briefs. he licks his lips like he’s starving and regrets it when the gloss singes his tongue.

steve looks up from his knees and swipes a finger over his lips, holding it up high for eddie to see. “taste it,” he whispers.

eddie’s eyes widen, but he obediently bends his neck, tongue lolling out so he can lap at steve’s finger. “your lip gloss is spicy,” eddie says flatly as he recoils.

steve nods. “and it’s going on your cock unless you say otherwise.”

which is how steve finds himself turning eddie into a writhing mess. his hands hold onto the backs of eddie’s shaking knees as he works over his cock. his hair stings as eddie tugs on the strands. his eyes water as he sucks him in deeper and deeper into his throat, spicy lipgloss tingly on his tongue and cheeks.

“you are a fucking wonder,” eddie whines, hips humping as he grinds himself further into steve’s mouth. “just fucking made for this, huh?”

steve pulls off and spits on his cock to jack his hand over it as he pulls the head to his lips. he rubs the sensitive tip over his lips just to watch eddie twitch.

“you have no idea.”

he blows a line of cool air over the gloss that’s left there and drinks in the way eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before swallowing him back down, reveling in the spice that hits the back of his throat as he does so.

when eddie comes, he pulls steve off so he can paint his pretty, puffy, plump lips with it, dragging his cock over them to make a mess. it’s not a surprise when steve licks it off, spicy and salty and a special kind of sweet that he thinks is all eddie. he leans up to place a kiss into the thatch of hair over eddie’s cock, smearing behind come and shiny lip gloss.

“you gonna wait for me to come in my pants or can i go fuck you?”

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

and he loves giving eddie head. and he loves fucking eddie. and he loves waking up with a spicy, sticky residue on the side of his cheek after falling asleep with his head on eddie’s chest.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll love eddie someday, too.

[catskullery]

I miss you

[atopvisenyashill]

people really think arya is going to hate sansa when they meet again, even going so far as to hate her, want her executed, perhaps even as far as kinslaying with her own damn hands. meanwhile arya-

When she thought of seeing Robb's face again Arya had to bite her lip. And I want to see Jon too, and Bran and Rickon, and Mother. Even Sansa . . . I'll kiss her and beg her pardons like a proper lady, she'll like that.

does NOT give a shit lmao she just wants to see her sister alive again!

[bunnieswithknives]

Why does Dale want to hunt fairies? What made him believe in them? He's a full gown adult and is hunting them. I know Mr Crockers case, is Dale different the same?

Generally speaking Dale believes in whatever he thinks will make him money. He probably saw something online offering absurd amounts of money in exchange for proof of fairies and figured even if he couldn't find anything he could get chatGPT to write a book about his experience for him and make money anyway.

After he shot Dev he was going to call it quits altogether, too much headache when he can make profit so many other ways. At least until Flowers put him through an undeniably supernatural experience that is.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[maraune]

A radioapple AU is ghosting in my brain where Hell itself decides it will have Alastor as its new Queen and not only claims him as the new Hell matriarch but also thinks he is the perfect partner for their sad King and tries to do sth about.

Ensue the fabric of a dimension itself shipping that strange demon and fallen angel and trying its damnest to get them together.

Bonus points if everyone but the two of them realize whats going on

[hayaku14]

even heiji is like, "what in the gay is going on" LMAO

[stanfiction-withsoos]

the story of how i got to the stancest 9/11 flag:

first. i was on tumblr and i found this image

then, a couple weeks later, i was frustrated bc i was remembering that image but couldnt find it

then i made the connection of " oh dont forget? doesnt 9/11 have a similar saying? "

so i made this

the only problem with this image is that the explosion from the towers is in the way of them kissing

anyways. a while later i was like

" man, i really want something to put in this large vacant space on my wall. i also love stancest an unhealthy amount "

so, i had the bright idea of making the image above into a flag (to put on my wall)

jowever.

you cant see them kissing

so, I SHOW YOU:

i'll say, it was REALLY hard to find a photo of them kissing in a good position. like, i have over 300 stancest related images on my phone (/srs) and this was the best one i could get. its damn beautiful. i dont like how the fez covers up the right tower, though

so after i made that image, papa found out that amazon does custom flags for like, $9

it came. SO MUCH SOONER THAN ANTICIPATED.

anyways.

i have a custom neon sign arriving before christmas. it says 'stancest'. i will be hanging it above the stancest flag

[crybaby-bkg]

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Want me to kiss it where it hurts?” Kirishima purrs up at you, his place between your thighs seemingly the closest thing he can get to ascension. His eyes are wide, his pupils blown out, any red swallowed up by the lust pooling in his eyes. he looks like the picture of adoration and worship, all faux worry and pure hunger as he bounces between your gaze and the pretty picture that twitches in front of his face. his eyes cross to watch the slick ooze from your hole, sighing.

“It’s the least you could do for me,” you pout to him, running your nails through his soft locks, tugging a little meanly at the root. “After using me like a toy on your cock for so long.” Your words are sighed wistfully, your eyes betraying just how much you want his mouth on you as he wants to taste you. Kiri moans at that, quiet and in the back of his throat, but you hear it none the less.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he repents, but it’s all for naught when his tongue laves over your sensitivity and doesn’t let up until you’re crying from the overstimulation once more. he’s so sorry—that you can only cum so many times before you tap out. he’s so sorry—that your thighs are more sore from tightening up around his head than his working jaw. he’s so sorry—that you’re so addicting, that he can lay between your legs until his last breath leaves him.

[michi-chelle]

these might be the cutest towas ever. sorry i don’t make the rules.

[solargeist]

I’ve thought abt it a lot and decided I don’t feel comfortable anymore uploading ~suggestive jokes or ~spicy ship act here, there’s simply too many people, it freaks me out a bit !! Even when I tag it properly, I worry, I don’t want to bother anyone.

I’ll still upload regular ship art here tho, but like, French kissing or ~beyond, no not here.

Soooooo I made a side blog for suggestive posts n jokes. But I’m not gonna promote it here. Lol. You’ll have to go out and find it.

this is just for safety and comfort reasons, nothing crazy

[hemlock-dreams]

Why I’m ‘asking’ anonymously is gonna become real obvious real soon.

Hunting!Spider Peter’s Spider-Man outfit is primarily a shiny black/dark colour with some bright red to scarlet spiders on the front but more specifically and relevantly the back.

Now that personally reminds me of the Red Back spider. And knowing Wade’s ever present scatterbrained head, he’d probably make a similar connection.

Therefore, whenever Wade starts getting sexy, he’d also probably call Peter his “Bred Back Spider”

I will show myself out.

Wade can get that joke in ONCE, as freebie. Anything after that is a fight-- and Spidey is sensitive about that shit (years of prison) so he'll probably cut it out super quick the moment he realizes it's actively getting in the way of getting laid.

[crownspeaksblog]

Need to watch caitvi scenes in slow mo, because what do you mean their eyes dilate when they look at eachother!! This is the type of shit that live action could never create!