#if we're feeling spicy

[thequeenofcarvenstone]

Alright cracks knuckles

Let's go. I'm gonna talk about moles/beauty marks first, then at the end, I wanna briefly touch on Eddie's canonical scars and tattoos.

So, first:

The most obvious of moles is the one under his left eye. Love this lil mark its so SWEET.

Below is basically the main Map of all the moles we know of. I could only remember one scene where we clearly saw his back, and the caps I found of it are anything but clear but I've included it too.

The most notable one here is that big mole on his rib. Also in the second image, there is what looks like a mole right over his belt, but I could find another clear shot of it so that's up to your discretion. Also his funny nipple hair 🫶

This is the only back view I could find and like I said, it's balls as far as quality goes. I've circled but I think are probably moles, but that dark-ish spot between his shoulder blades could be a birthmark/discoloration which is common with moles and freckles. I have a spot like that on my face.

Close up view of the smattering of moles on the underside of his jaw on the right, which I also circled on the front view map. Also special shout out to his double chin and gorgeous nose.

The thing that started this all: the mole on the back of his neck. Perfect for kissing.

The second thing that started this all: the GORGEOUS giant mole on the back of his knee/thigh. This mole is my personal favorite.

Circling this man's beauty marks makes me feel like his dermatologist.

Tattoos:

I'm not going to pull pictures for all his tattoos, but Eddie canonically has the arm band script tattoo (which apparently reads "Fortalecer la mente y Superar el cuerpo") and a script tattoo on the side of his wrist of that same arm that reads "Find A Way".

However, I, with my eagle eyes, noticed that there was a glimpse of a finger tattoo in s6. I went back and found a screencap of his hand close up, specifically in s2 after rescuing the guy in the shipping box. I'm dubbing this a canon tattoo even though I know the reason they didn't cover it is because it's tiny and on the side of Ryan's finger. It's my personal headcanon that this at one point read Shannon's name was Eddie's first tattoo.

Scars:

So, the show is really bad at being consistent with scar makeup. I think it's a combo of scar makeup sometimes taking a while to apply and wanting the actors to look Sexy and Pristine when shirtless. Also the tiny baby scar we see on his shoulder during his EKG is so very far from what a large caliber bullet would live behind in my understanding (which means I googled it once). But within the canon of the show, Eddie should have the following scars:

One GSW scar with entry from the front on his left shoulder. Unsure if this injury is a through and through but I think it is, so there would be an exit wound scar on his back shoulder.

One GSW scar in his right thigh. This is probably not a through and through, and Eddie is probably still carrying the bullet around in his thigh meat which is overwhelming common with limb GSWs.

One GSW scar to his left wrist. Now this one. . . This one is insane. I think that this injury MUST have just been a graze because there's no way that man could use his hand if he had a hole in his wrist. Personal hc that he had to have tendon surgery post healing.

One/two GSW scars with entry in the back and exit in the front to his right shoulder. This is a through and through, because we see the exit clearly in the episode.

One thoracotomy scar on the right side. After the shooting, the ER doctor can be heard saying "prep for a thoracotomy" when they're wheeling him in.

This man also probably has plenty of burn, scape, and cut scars from being a fireman. It also looks like RG actually has a scar under his chin, so incorporate that if you wish.

I THINK that's a comprehensive list of his scars but tbh I could have forgotten something.

The last thing I want to point out is that it looks like he might have chicken skin or keratosis pilaris on his upper arms. I also have this and maybe it's just me projecting but I love the idea of Eddie having KP and Buck having acne scars.

If there's anything I missed, please feel free to add!! Mostly, I just wanted to catalog Eddie's moles because I think they're an underutilized element in fics and because I like to catalog things. Also if you know my irl and you see this post, just keep scolling, I know this looks insane.

About the catalog all of Eddie Diaz's moles for optimum kissing.

[queerpuppyboy]

I need to nuzzle a girl's bare tummy and lick and nip at her underboobs

[rielzero]

sleep token invading my brain and all i can think about is these stupid vampire queer elves doing tender lovin'

anyway wip in between all the other projects on my table

fuck me i guess

[theirmadness]

like this if you're okay with me sending you spicy memes even if we haven't done shippy stuff before!

[johnslittlespoon]

Losing my mind over the “such a good little pup, aren’t you?” smut dialogue BUT- with CurtBuck >:)

Also “one more! Please!” from Curt bc I love a good needy Curt soooo much (and I can’t get over what you said the other day about Curt being whiny and needy compared to John’s feral and growly)

post life affirming sex, they all made it back from Algeria and John’s passed tf out from their previous fucking already and Curt’s so tired and already fucked out but he still has this current of energy running under his skin that he can’t help but squirm around until Gale questions him and he just lets out the sweetest little noise before begging and whining into Gale’s neck and Gale just manhandles Curt around so he can slide into him again, shushing him softly when he whimpers from the overstim of being fucked again but he needs it so bad

Anyway I��m actually insane and I desperately needed to entertain some CurtBuck thoughts soooo bad I just love the chemistry of those two together. John may be his partner in crime, but Gale is the steadying and grounding balance he needs too

- @mangokittokatsu

prompts | omg i'm so excited, i haven't written curtbuck outside of the throuple yet but i love them and they are so underrated, i'm so keen to explore their dynamic more <3 thank you for giving me an excuse to!! ~1k words of nsfw drabble below >:) edit: turned this into a full oneshot and posted it to ao3 :-)

Curt shifts on the sex–ruffled, sweat–damp bed sheets, heart rate slowly returning to a normal pace but still antsy from the buzz rippling up and down his spine, rumbling uncomfortably just below the surface of his skin.

John’s snoring quietly behind him, one long leg tangled with Curt’s, always finding a way to stay connected even in rest. Gale’s still awake, fingers combing through his hair in a way that only serves to stoke the flames lapping at his insides rather than settle them down to warm embers the way the gentle touch usually does.

Curt turns his face further into the gap between him and Gale, pressing his forehead against his warm chest, pulling himself closer with the arm draped over Gale’s waist and crowding into his space. He’s so tired that it feels like a herculean effort just to bridge the few inches, and yet he can’t help but squirm when Gale’s other hand flattens itself against his back, his palm feeling like a branding iron against his too–hot, too–restless body.

He presses his hips forward, raising his chin enough to mouth at the base of Gale’s neck, tasting the salt of summer heat that’s gathered there, whining quietly. The rumble against his lips when Gale chuckles low in his throat has his hips twitching, fingertips pressing into Gale’s back.

“What’s wrong, doll?” The gravelly voice does nothing to aid the frenzied feeling creeping beneath his skin, and he nips at Gale in retaliation, rocking forward into a firm thigh again when the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly.

“Need more,” Curt huffs out a breath when Gale pulls his head back so he can get a good look at him, eyes bleary as he watches the corner of Gale’s mouth twitch with amusement and something akin to hunger.

“You can barely keep your eyes open, baby,” he coos, on the verge of teasing, and a whimper slips out before Curt can stop it.

“Just one more,” he breathes out, eyelashes fluttering as he rolls his hips, pretty certain that he can get himself off on Gale’s thigh if he keeps holding his hair tight like that. “Please, Gale.”

That’s enough to get Gale to move, always weak to his begging, hand firm on his hip as he rolls him over and pulls his back flush against his chest like it’s effortless. It makes Curt’s head spin, mumbling a dazed “fuck” as Gale manhandles him how he wants him, his eyes falling on John’s sleeping form.

“What a needy thing,” Gale hums next to his ear, fingers pressing into Curt’s mouth, and Curt dutifully wets them with a moan, though he’s not sure he could’ve stopped himself from drooling had he tried. Gale pulls his fingers out and reaches between them, taking himself into his hand, slicking himself back up before dragging the head of his cock in a teasing up and down over his hole, and Curt trembles, fingers twisting in the bed sheets.

“Please,” he whines again, pushing his hips back, and Gale takes pity on him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before sliding back into where he’d filled Curt up no more than twenty minutes prior. Curt eyes snap shut, head tilting back, mouth falling open in a choked out cry, verging on the edge of too–sensitive but simultaneously feeling the restlessness be smothered.

Gale hushes him softly, moving his hand to flatten over Curt’s stomach as he pulls him close enough that he’s really only gently rocking his hips into him, a painfully slow back and forth of his cock, but so good and so full, pressing right up against where Curt’s still aching for it even after taking both of them until he had been shaking.

“Oh,” Curt sighs out, clenching around Gale’s cock and feeling his hips stutter forward into him, shuddering at the groan he receives. 

“This what you needed, baby?” Gale grazes his teeth just below his jaw, and Curt nods desperately, rocking back against him, whimpering. The hand on his stomach presses down, and hot tears jump to the corners of his eyes at the sharp–sweet pleasure the added pressure grants him, feeling each drag inside him so much more intensely.

“Gale,” he gasps, writhing against the warm body behind him, hands tightening in the sheets.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” Gale murmurs against his neck, and that’s enough for Curt to reach down and take his own cock into his hand, hissing at the sensitivity but needing the friction so bad that he fights through it, feeling the pillow dampen against the side of his face as tears finally leak out.

Gale pulls back a little more to drive in harder each time, still keeping his movements slow and deep, making sure it’s not too much for him, lips soft where he mouths at the crook of his neck. He rumbles against Curt’s skin, chasing gentle nips with the press of his tongue and light enough suction to not leave lasting marks, panting quiet encouragement and praise when his thrusts start to get messy.

He feels Gale nudge at his hand, knocking it out of the way and replacing it with his own, and Curt moans at the way the heat engulfs him, rocking his hips up into Gale’s hand and back against his cock, over and over as the honey–hot feeling in his stomach builds. It doesn’t take long before all his muscles are tensing, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his strangled sob, shaking hard as he jerks between Gale’s hand and body, making a mess over his knuckles.

Curt nearly convulses when Gale pushes in deep and goes still, spilling into him once again, filling him with a heat that feels like it oozes through his entire body, melting his bones down to nothing and turning his brain to mush as he chants desperate whimpers of Gale’s name into the pillow.

Fresh tears well up from the almost painful friction when he slides out of him a minute later, and he whines in complaint, but Gale leans over him and kisses him better, slow and soft with a hand cupping his face to help him tilt it to the side.

“You’re unreal,” Gale murmurs against his lips, and Curt still flushes, even after everything else.

(+ Curt wakes up in the morning to John working him open on his fingers because they all can’t get enough of each other as is, let alone after the scare that was Algeria, and he’s sore and tired but god does he ever need to be full of him again, so they take it slow and gentle and Gale wakes up to the sight of Curt absolutely enveloped by John’s broad body, and fuck, there they all go again.) (p.s. @mangokittokatsu i'm gonna be so real, i only have to see your @ to know i'm about to be knocked back in my chair by whatever words you decide to grace my inbox with LMAOO i hope this is a solid thanks for all the brainrot you share <3)

[plaidpyjamas]

I'm glad bg3 came out when it did because I'm finally getting treatment but it's making me feel like I'm backsliding a lot. I haven't played the game at all lmao but the characters have had an effect on me i guess

I can see a lot of myself in Astarion, referring to him as a "spicy feral cat" is fun and goofy but also it's like...helping me...? be nicer to myself..? sometimes..? Like why tf do I snap when someone tries to help me? Well, if it were Astarion why would he be upset? Whatever it is it's....probably the same reason, honestly lmao

[sanisse]

Hi, I'm the anon who asked for degradation kink! I'm fine with most things. Mocking name calling, etc ("pathetic slut" and so on.) Dumbing down is fine, so is anything semi-public, but nothing fully in public, please. Also aside from pointing out how desperate and aroused reader is, I'd rather him not comment on their body in a degrading way. I can't think of anything else!

I can't find the original ask for some reason so I'm going to use this one so you still get your notif, sorry! But here you go. I hope this works for you! Thank you so much for participating!

KINKTOBER.17 - DEGRADATION/HUMILIATION- THRANDUIL X AFAB!READER

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (Thranduil is an extra pepper by himself oh god)

WARNINGS: degradation and humiliation (obviously), use of slurs, some objectification. All within the realms of consent and the understanding that boundaries have been talked about and put in place. There's aftercare included at the end of the scene because Thranduil is a good dom :)

“Look at you,” Thranduil’s voice is deliciously icy as he bends to slide a hand under your chin, “Already wet and drooling for it—” he pushes one long finger into your mouth, presses down on your tongue, “Begging for my cock in all your greedy holes.” 

You can’t help the sound that escapes you, nor the way your limbs are turning to jelly as you kneel on your hands and knees on the floor. Thranduil plunges that finger in, out, languid, almost…bored in his movement. When he at last pulls out, he feathers the saliva over your lips, over your chin, murmuring: “Messy little thing.” 

Your ears burn. So does your cunt. You’re so, so wet and you can feel your pulse in your clit. You just wish he’d touch you properly already. You love the way he towers over you as he straightens. How his boots clink on the floorboards as he circles you like a hawk. How he’s so composed, how his gown trails around in the dust you’re groveling in, naked and exposed and utterly at his mercy.

Thranduil stops behind you. You can practically feel the way his eyes rake over your body. When he steps between your parted knees, your breath hitches. Your head’s empty and light, focused on his every move, on the brush of the train of his gown over your calves. You’re so overworked and sensitive that even that sets your nerves alight.

You hear a rustle of fabric. Then the sound of skin on skin, rhythmic, and Thranduil lets out a long, pleased sigh.

He’s touching himself as he looks down at you, you realize.

You let out a whine despite yourself – whether from the humiliation at being treated like nothing a dirty picture or the burning need coursing through your body you’re not sure. Unconsciously, you arch your back. 

Thranduil coos: a high-pitched, mockingly sympathetic sound. “Oh, did you actually think I was going to fuck you today?” 

Again, despite yourself, you whisper: “Please–?” You don’t dare look back at him, because he hasn’t given you permission to move, but you hear his hand on his cock speed up as he listens to you beg. The sound’s wet, now. He’s getting off on this, and that just vaults you higher into the ceiling until you can hardly think.

Thranduil’s voice cuts through the pleasant fog like a knife. “Spread your legs. Arch your back.” 

Finally. 

You comply without a second thought, angling your hole up towards him, pressing your head down to the floor, pleading with him with anything but words just to fuck you already. 

Then Thranduil lets out a long, satisfied moan, and you feel something warm and wet land on your ass and drip down between your legs.

Thranduil reaches down. Collects the cum. Spreads it over your pussy and pushes it up inside of you, mutters again: “Dirty girl.” 

And then he leaves you like that, marked, trembling on the floor, shutting the door on his way out and you’ve never felt so humiliated, so used, so horribly aroused in your entire life. It isn’t at all what you expected. Somehow it’s better. 

–

Thranduil doesn’t leave you long enough for you to drop, just long enough for the humiliation to set in. He returns a few minutes later and gathers you up off the floor, wrapping you in a velvet blanket, and carries you off for a bath.

You bury your face in his neck as he sinks into the warm water with you, holds you. The heat from the bath soothes your aching muscles from how long he'd had you on our knees on that hard floor. Thranduil finally, finally fucks you on his long, gorgeous fingers until you come, screaming his name, and he tells you how perfect you look, how gorgeous, how good, and you feel so, so loved.

"Can we do it again?" you ask him, exhausted, body singing.

He lets out a fond chuckle, kissing a mark he'd left on your neck the night before. "Greedy girl."

There isn't an ounce of malice in it. Only fondness that makes you smile.

[probablygayattorneys]

For my bachelor(ette) party, I just want all my bridesmaids and my officiant, who is a registered lawyer, to go out for a nice dinner and then cozy up somewhere and watch the Ace Attorney movie and do a shot every time the lawyer says something is inaccurate until the movie is over or we die of alcohol poisoning.

[queenhawke]

so far the only problem with being in my 30s is that im now too old to be a lesbian cougar's trophy wife. like sure i could still date someone 20 years my senior but would it truly be that big of a difference.... if i were a fictional character teens would probably not even find it problematic

[thethingything]

also shoutout to the hospital for sending us a bunch of PDFs with information about preparing for surgery and what to expect, except the information was all generic stuff where most of it does't actually apply to wisdom tooth removal, so I had a huge panic attack where I nearly threw up because a bunch of the stuff mentioned in there is extremely triggering for us, only to then find out that stuff literally doesn't apply anyway, but now I feel like I have even less of an idea of what to actually expect because it's so hard to figure out which information does apply

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

also after that set I concede that "guilty as sin?" would not have fit with the theme despite the fact that it also deserves full production because I said so lmao

[flamedork]

these interviewers are asking the wrong questions. we already knew we were getting versions of the carriage and mirror scenes. ASK WHETHER WRITER COLIN IS CONFIRMED. ASK WHETHER PEN AND DANBURY ARE BESTIES. ASK ABOUT LADYS DANBURY ADN BRIDGERTON'S MEDDLING. ASK IF COLIN AND FRAN ARE BESTIES. ASK IF COLIN AND KATE ARE BESTIES. ASK ABOUT KATE'S INTRO TO THE BRIDGERTON FAM DYNAMIC. ASK ABOUT COLIN VS LADY FEATHERINGTON. ASK ABOUT THE ROMCOM CHAOS PLS I'M BEGGINGGGGG ASK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE.

[fatelcved]

forgive me if chiyo plays it safe with some of your muses :' ) tbh i'm just rolling with whatever scenario pops into my head so that y'all don't get very similar soft moments with her!

[johnslittlespoon]

real quick before i jump into asks, i have sooo many about spanking/gale domming john/discipline etc, that sorta thing, since we were HEAVY on that topic the other day LOL

and i'm having so much fun with it BUT also wanted to say, the more i write their characters/just internalize their vibes, form little backstories in my head based off tidbits of info we get from the show (namely the bit where gale talks about a rough childhood and we're left to fill in a lot of blanks), the more my view shifts on things and i think that's lovely, so!!

i think like in genuine raw canon (except where this relationship still exists lol), i can't see gale ever properly laying a hand on john (ie: spanking, slapping, etc), even in a scene, even if john reallyyyyy begs for it. i feel like we see time and time again he's too gentle for violence, even if it's in good fun between the two of them, and i've written about this in the past, about it coming down to his childhood.

how him and john may have had similar upbringings; strict fathers (or worse) were an even more common experience then. but because of how gale and john are, i feel like they internalized that differently, with john seeking comfort from violence/chaos and gale seeking comfort from gentleness/routine.

realistically, i see gale finding ways to discipline that don't involve active 'violence', no matter how much john craves it, because, at least when john is in a place of self sabotage, gale doesn't want to contribute to that. but he also doesn't want john to seek it out from a less safe method, so he finds other ways to give him what he craves, other ways to 'hurt' without having to actively hurt, if that makes sense. it's interesting to think about!

all that being said, in a universe where i ignore my like base headcanons about them, i love to think about all the stuff we brainrot about and how it would play out and delving into it while staying as true to their characterization as possible. if i were to write a longform fic, i wouldn't include like half the stuff we yap about together in asks, but we're just brainrotting for funzies/for oneshot purposes on here so anything flies and i have fun making up little scenarios. just wanted to actually tackle the "would he do this canonically" question because i really enjoy picking apart him and john as characters. :^)

tldr; overall if we're just yapping in brainrot posts, i'm not too bothered about certain canon–aspects as long as i manage to keep them mostly in character <3 and i'd love to hear other people's takes on this stuff or anything we all brainrot about here!!

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

mum: why do you say 'i don't know' when you clearly don't intend to at all

me: bc i don't know???

mum: just make a decision then

me: but i said i don't know, which is why i didn't say yes or no at the time......

[medicinemane]

My stomach sounds like some manner of beast right now, just kind of "mhhhrmmhhbbhh"ing, like some sort of creature snuffling and grumbling