#spicywrites

[spicymiilk]

Aftermath

A little drabble I wrote for a universe in which the RDA fucked with Spider’s head just a little more than canon

“We haven’t really—” Lo’ak waves his hand in the air. It looks almost desperately careless. “Talked about it, yet.”

“I know,” Spider says. It’s hard to speak. His tongue, a little unfamiliar in the dry cavern of his mouth, works hard to move. “Sorry.”

“I don’t want you to apologize, bro,” Lo’ak says. His eyes are tired. They’ve been tired, ever since—

Neteyam's face, slack with loss and grief and the end of what it means to be whole burns through Spider’s veins. He’s hungry for something cold, anything, to soothe the ache of Neteyam’s death. His mask sucks in air that Spider can barely feel.

“I just…before, we sort of left things up in the air,” Lo’ak says haltingly. His tail shifts sand near Spider’s ankle.

Ah yes. Before. What a dreadful word.

Before. Before Lo’ak’s ears dropped in Jake’s presence. Before Neytiri had lost that little warmth in her eyes, the warmth that Spider had worked so fucking hard for. Before Spider lost some little things, simple words or memories here or there. Before his head ached with every conversation. Before he and Lo’ak held one stifled conversation in the presence of Neteyam’s body, and it was the most they could manage before Spider ran away.

Spider’s hand reaches for Lo’ak’s, digging heatless fingertips into the warm, unsteady beat of Lo’ak’s pulse. The reassurance that he’s alive does so much, and so little.

Neteyam is still dead.

Neytiri is still afraid, has still lost something so large that Spider cannot see a future where she recovers.

“I know,” is all Spider can say, and Lo’ak nods. It’s not enough, it might never be anymore, not like it could’ve been, back in before. “I don’t know what…”

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to breathe. I don’t know how to do anything. Part of it is missing, and the other part hurts too much.

“I don’t know either,” Lo’ak says. He’s trembling, where their hands meet in the sand. There are bruises along the veins in his arms; they’re deep and dark and pool with blood that Spider wants to believe he could pack away back to where it belongs.

Spider wishes they could not know together. That they could flounder in the humanity that’s been nipping at their heels like an unruly dog, stay confused but together, but—

He’s lost something. Little pieces here and there, memories and words.

He’s lost— He’s lost that little spark, the one that Lo’ak is trying to find behind the glass shielding his face. The one that used to live in the space between their hands, and in the echoes of their laughter.

When he stands, the sand steals from him. Lo’ak remains, seated on the edge of the beach for as long as Spider can see, shivering in the breeze. He’s losing his warmth too.

[spicycreativity]

Blanket for the fluff snippet thing for moceit possibly?

HeheheHEHEHE

We once again return to the "night meeting after PoF" scenario that Spicy believes in religiously

Bonus: worked an actual blanket into the fill

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Patton's breath billowed out in great, rolling waves like smoke from a dragon's maw. He supposed it made sense, after all the destruction he'd wrought. Everything lay in shambles all around him and he had no one to blame but himself.

The effects of his room rendered his thoughts syrupy, saccharine, pointed firmly backwards. The memories of better days rang hollow in his heart and only deepened the ache. He would find no comfort in memories tonight.

Slipping on his cardigan, he ventured into the hall with his socks on. The cold was obviously Roman's doing, as was the sickly, desaturated tint of the subconscious' walls and carpet. Roman's door had turned full gray, covered in chains and padlocks with no keyhole.

Patton didn't even have time to tear up before movement from the other end of the hall caught his eye. He turned his head and found Janus shivering not six feet away from him, face as open and honest as a child's. It vanished in an instant, gates slamming down. He'd already had his arms pulled tight across his chest, body rigid, but he relaxed a little now and leaned against the wall. "Nice weather we're h-having," he said. "I-isn..." He shivered, words catching behind his teeth. "Nnh... Isn't it?"

"Oh, Janus." In the frigid air, Patton's heart still found a way to melt. "Are you cold?"

"Of course not; it's positively balmy in here." Janus glared at him. "What are you doing, sleepwalking?"

"No," Patton said,"just..."

Janus' expression softened just a little. "Trying not to lose your mind?"

"Yeah."

They fell silent for a moment until Janus shuddered, his eyes slipping shut for a moment. He tugged his capelet tighter over his shoulders, shrinking into himself.

"Come with me," Patton blurted, suprising himself.

"Trust you?" Janus said drily. Patton only looked at him, studying the sadness in his human eye, the red rim and glassy sheen. "Oh, very well. But if you try anything, Remus has more than just a morningstar."

"It's not a trick, Janus," Patton said, leading him down the hall. "I would never trick you."

Janus fell into step beside him. "You couldn't," he muttered, rubbing his arms.

"Because you're—"

"A mad genius, yes."

"Deceit."

Janus looked at him sideways from under the brim of his hat. "Whichever you like," he said, and sniffed.

"You're funny," Patton said contemplatively, nearly tripping over the coffee table when the living room loomed, abruptly ending the vast hallway they'd been traversing. "Whoops!"

Janus squinted at him, watching him regain his balance. "So are you."

"Touché, I guess," Patton said, motioning for Janus to sit down on the couch. "Let's see..." He got down on his knees in front of the coffee table, pawing through the wicker baskets resting beneath it. "We should have one for everybody... there!" He emerged holding two throw blankets: one yellow, one true blue. "Get cozy, okay?" He set them in Janus' lap.

Janus' brow furrow, irises darting as he searched the room. "What are you doing?"

"...Making sure you're warm?" Patton tilted his head like a confused dog. "I'm sorry, should I not have? You just looked so cold, and I thought..."

"No, it's—" Janus looked at the yellow blanket, turning it over in his gloved hands. On the far corner, Patton had imagined a snake, hand stitched, with two heads. Janus' logo rendered with all the love and care in Thomas' heart. He took a deep breath. "You are not what I thought you were, Patton."

"Is that good or bad?" Patton asked hesitantly. When Janus failed to answer, he bounced on his toes. "Anyway, I was gonna make some hot chocolate. How's that sound?"

Janus finally looked up at him again, finally relaxed and let himself smile. "Absolutely terrible."

And Patton, after a moment's hesitation, smiled back.

[spicymiilk]

Hey team I’m gonna write this stay tuned

Today I was thinking about Spider getting taken in by the Sully's, getting adopted, feeling like he got everything he ever wanted and was as happy as he could be but still feeling like. It's not enough. Like he was missing time, like he's always making up for missed time with them. He can't ever have those years without them back, and no amount of time forward will make up for the past. No one else gets it, why sometimes he'd just rather stay home and weave baskets with Neytiri and Tuk, or just follow Jake around when he goes to boring meetings, instead or going out and having fun with his friends. Emotionally he's years behind.

The person who is the closest to getting it is Tuk. Sometimes Tuk just wants to sit in someone's lap while she plays, because she's little and sometimes she needs to be cuddled by her mom. Some days Spider literally can't let one of them out of his sight or something catastrophic will happen. Emotionally he needs a cuddle.

[spicywriter]

ATTITUDE READJUSTMENT: JOHN PRICE

cw: stalking. possessive behavior. harsh language and more.

an: this gif of him…he’s so fucking fine! Anyways, enjoy;)

He doesn’t know a thing about me, never has he even attempted to. I already blocked him from any social media platforms I’m registered on or I could think of. The last thing I need right now is him fucking messaging me. But it’s like the universe hates me right now as my phone starts ringing, and I’m already full aware who it is. I feel the anger bubbling in my throat because of course I forgot to block his damn number but god, the fucking audacity of this man? My stupid ass picked up the phone and answered it…

“Cut the fucking call I dare you. I’ll come over there right now and fuck the shit out of you until that shitty attitude of yours is gone. Mark my words.” He huffed, the anger palpable in his tone. Who the fuck does he think I am? His little bitch who does as he says? I don’t think so. With one tap I ended the call. As if he’s gonna do something about it.

He can’t do shit. He’s nothing but a pussy. At least that’s what I had in mind until I heard a loud banging sound on my door, quite startling me. It hasn’t even been five minutes and this fucker is already here?

There’s no fucking way he’s out there. He’s bluffing, he has to be. The blaring of the phone ringtone and him banging on the door cuts my thoughts short. Slowly I accepted the call— bringing it next to my left ear…

“I’ll break this fucking door and come straight for your throat if you don’t open it within the next five seconds.” I can almost hear his teeth grit together over the phone. The repeated banging stops abruptly just the sound of the soft moving air fills the area. Silently walking towards the door and it is him, but I’ve never seen that emotion in his eyes before. He’s looking directly at me through the eyehole with an unreadable expression. The anger in his eyes and voice are nowhere written on his face. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. He has the calmest expression painted— and that’s the most fucking terrifying thing I’ve seen in awhile.

He knows I’m there, just the door separating us. I could now feel my confidence and boldness I had seven minutes ago buried ten feet under the ground. I can feel that horrifying aura around me making my hair stand. Whether I open this door or not, I’m fucked either way. I placed my warm hand on the unsettlingly cool door knob, twisting and praying I get out of this alive.

I’m pushed inside the moment I opened the door— a hand around my throat as I’m aggressively slammed to the door. My vision blacks out momentarily as my back hits the door. I suck in a deep breath. I can barely see his dark shadow through the black spots. He’s looming over me, towering over everything. Even in the dark, the look in his eyes are enough to make a girl fall on her knees. It’s like he’s staring down at me, daring me to defy him.

His hands are still around my throat, holding me against the door. I can feel his hot breath on my face, his lips inches away from mine. “You take me as a fucking joke, don’t you?” He chuckles bitterly before his head suddenly drops down, kissing me roughly. My body stiffens immediately but shamelessly give in to his soft pink lips devouring my own.

It’s not the comforting type, obviously. But the kind to make my cunt tingle as I squeeze my thighs together.

I hate myself for enjoying but who wouldn’t enjoy this? His tongue slips inside my mouth, tasting and exploring every nook, cranny and crevice. A small moan escapes my lips as I feel one of his hands drop my throat down to my thighs, roughly spreading them apart. His slender fingers linger on every inch of my thighs but not where I’m throbbing.

It’s pulsating so hard I can almost believe that he can hear it. “Do you think you deserved to be touched after pulling that shit?” He snarls lowly as he continues to ravage my mouth roughly. This isn’t what I expected, not at all. It’s more like he’s showing me dominance by pushing me against a door, trying to crush me against it, to dominate my entire self with his actions. He throws me over his shoulder and seconds later on the bed like some ragdoll. I struggle under his hold but I guess it turns him on even more. “Do you think you’re worth for my cock?” He questions softly.

Must be entertaining watching me like this by the way his eyes are completely scanning my writing figure. He strips off my clothes and within a blink his body dips down between my thighs. His calloused fingers playing with the now soaked material of my lacey panties. My breathing quickens, my heart rate accelerating wildly. He swiftly discards my panties. “You wanna act like a whore, you’re gonna get treated like one.” He groans before I yelp loudly, feeling my clit between his teeth. He bites teasingly, not in a hurtful manner— pulling away from my arousal, his teeth dragging my clit slowly. He takes a good look at my wet cunt. I could feel myself pulsating harder under his gaze.

His long wide tongue licks my slit torturously slow, stopping before my clit. My body is just a pliable mess under him right now. His finger slowly circling my hole while he sucks on my clit again. I screamed, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as he pulls away. My breathing turns erratic, waiting for him to put his finger inside and fill the pain shaking emptiness I feel inside. “You look so beautiful squirming underneath me, my love.” He growls hungrily before pulling away completely. He climbs on the bed, on his knees settled between my thighs again. The huge tent in his pants clearly visible to me now. “Take it off.” He commands calmly, and I lurch forward to meanwhile he discards his black t-shirt.

His throbbing cock glistening red, a size so huge I feel the doubt churning in my stomach. My eyes dart down to his cock then back to his face. His hand is on my throat once again, his tip hovering my entrance. His face lunges forward between my tits, feeling his tongue circling my nipple before his teeth clamp down on it. He enters at the same moment— I can’t differentiate the pain from the pleasure but whatever it is, it feels fucking amazing.

The length of his cock grinds against my spot. His fingers grasp my throat, blocking my airways making my head light and hazy. His pace picks up, thrusting faster and faster inside me as I grip onto his arms. His length has probably bruised my cervix, for all I care. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, feeling my legs slightly shaking.

“You’re fucking mine.” He growled. I could only hear a few words he was saying as his thick cock slides inside me again.

My eyes roll back unconsciously as another moan erupts from my chest. Not even seconds later— I feel hot stinging pain on my left cheek from his harsh slap, his hand grasping tighter. “Watch me, you’re gonna watch as I fuck this tight little cunt of yours. Your eyes better stay open when I make you come, understood?” I barely take in his words right now, my head is clouded— but that seemed like a satisfying response to him.

I can feel my stomach coiling harshly, as I inch closer to coming. A few moments later I feel my walls start to tighten around him. His thumb gently strokes my bud and that’s all I need— and that’s all it takes. I can feel the familiar warmth enveloping me, engulfing me whole. As my body shudders violently, my inner muscles contracting.

I pulled him in for a sloppy kiss before falling back to the mattress, completely exhausted. “Hm, guess my girl just needed a small attitude readjustment. Maybe next time you’d listen to me.” He said before pulling out and laying beside me.

— © SPICYWRITER 2024.

[smolghostbot]

me: decides to make a smol oc for whumpy spicywriting purposes and makes them as sad and wet as possible

me the literal very next day: "oh no i feel too bad for them to hurt them anymore and am also fascinated by their backstory (that i myself came up with) this turned into a cutesy romance situation real quick"

[cosmiicorvid]

Egotober day 2 - Trap

"Poor little puppet, stuck here all alone." A static voice laughed mockingly in the shadows as Chase lay on the ground, chains wrapping his legs. His back leaned against the stone wall, allowing tears to fall, but they never did. "You're so fast to help your friends. It's sweet, almost. Shame they don't seem to do the same for you, hm?" Another chuckle came from the shadows. Chase said nothing in response. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. His voice was so dry, so sore. "What's the matter, doll? Too scared to talk?" In a blink, a sharp knife met his neck while his eyes met those of his captor. They were black, small voids of space. Chase still gave no response, not even so much as a flinch when the knife appeared. The darkened eyes shifted to a more regular look, ice blue irises. "Oh you're no fun when you don't talk. What's the point of letting you keep your vocal chords if you won't use them?" Anti's giggling tone became annoyed as he pressed the knife harder into Chase's neck, yet he still wouldn't budge. "Why don't I just... take it away? Just like your friend, Jameson Jackson. He seems to be having fun with that, isn't he?" Chase only stared at Anti, the few seconds of silence felt like hours as the glitch waited for a response. Finally, with as much energy as he could muster, the broken father spoke. "What else do I have to lose?"

@huffletrax @fear-is-nameless

[confessionsofaromancereader]

otp confession prompts ♡

{it’s been a while lol. anyways, i’m back with some beloved confession prompts! these are those cutesy and kinda spicy confession prompts, i know i’m gonna be using some of these hehehe!!} don’t be shy to use, have fun loves! remember requests are always open! cute confessions: - ‘let me get straight to the point, i like you.’ ‘okay, cool. let’s date!’ ‘wait, what?’ - ‘you’re literally everything i’ve always wanted and more. so, please, will you be mind?’ - ‘i’ve always liked you, and one day i’ll stop liking you and start to love you,’ - ‘i know it’s sudden, but seeing you with them made me realise how much i only wanted you,’ - ‘i want you and only you. forever,’ - ‘trust me, why would i lie about loving you? it’s the truth,’ - ‘i love you.’ ‘seriously?’ ‘you don’t sound surprised,’ ‘i’m not because i love you too.’ - ‘i don’t want to be that person. but i’m gonna be that person. i’ve liked you for so long and seeing you with someone else hurts me so bad,’ - ‘you’re just so cute i wanna date you already,’ ‘really?’ ‘of course, so… are we dating now?’ spicy: - ‘oh come off it, i know you think about me in ways that you shouldn’t.’ - ‘come on sweetcheecks, let’s just be together already. i know you wanna,’ - ‘come on princess/prince, let’s be together,’ - ‘how about we go to the bedroom and confirm our relationship?’ - ‘i love you, okay? cool, let’s smash’ - ‘let’s just take this to the bedroom, yeah?’ - ‘please, i wanna be with you… and in you so bad… in every way possible.’ - ‘i’ve always wanted to be with you. whether you’re dressed or not if you know what i mean,’ - ‘how about we run away and be together?’ ‘are you serious?’ ‘yeah, run away to the bedroom,’ ‘why the hell do i like you?’ - ‘don’t act like you don’t like it when i’m this close to you, i know you love it like you love me’ - ‘just admit it, we both want each other, we both want to be together,’

[reviewandrelive]

Spicy-Spedicey

Start a riot

So is my first ever blog review. (Be gentle with me!) Spicy was the first person to ever message me back and I was super excited So without further blabber. Lets do this.

Url: His url is super interesting and unique. I would have never thought of something like this!

Photos: So for the profile picture he has the cutest dog. It reminds me of Jenna marbles dog. Either way super silly. His cover photo is super cute and "retro". from the cover photo i can only assume that this blog is more "meme" related.

Desktop Theme: I absolutely love his desktop theme. Its the "Luxury Notes" Which is super cute. I love the paper look.

Mobile: So let us check out the top three posts. http://spicy-spedicey.tumblr.com/post/181794276169/memes http://spicy-spedicey.tumblr.com/post/181655723894/for-those-who-dont-have-twitter-just-in-case http://spicy-spedicey.tumblr.com/post/181193647254 Jacksepticeye rains supreme.

Extra Pages: They have one extra page called "Stories" Stories: So once clicking the link it takes me to the Exact same page. So I'm confused and I'm wondering if my life just clearly does not want me to look at the extra pages. So I am going to ask the owner for some answers. So upon asking he advised me that he wasn't that well with coding. Which is extremely understandable! But he did advise that if i looked under a special tag named "Spicywrites" it would take me to his stories. I am a sucker for new things to read. And briefly reading over some of the stories he's incredibly talented. You can read all of his amazing stories by clicking the link below. http://spicy-spedicey.tumblr.com/search/spicywrites

Archive: So looking at the archive I was super surprised to see when the first post was made. The first ever post was November 2013. That is just incredible. Its also a very cute video of what i assume is his parents...I'm not sure but check it out here. http://spicy-spedicey.tumblr.com/post/68603278269/wow-parents-are-embarrassing

Tags: When you message someone tumblr likes to give a few “tags” about what they post about and its mostly random. For me the two tags they suggested was #owen and #submission

Overall: This theme was super amazing and I really enjoyed the top three posts. I also love how amazingly creative he is. My most absolute favorite thing about this page is....the profile picture. Its just so precious!

Be Sure To Check Out This Amazing Blog. Thank You So Much For Taking The Time To Read And Be Sure To Message If You Want A Review! -Relive

Thank You

http://spicy-spedicey.tumblr.com/ @spicy-spedicey

[authorhblack-blog]

Well, I've got lots of plans for this summer. But at the top is to finish my current work in progress with the working title of Sapphire and if my pace keeps up I'll be finished with the first copy about the same time as the kiddos finish with their school. So, you're probably wondering what Sapphire is about so here goes. Sapphire is a girl who has grown up in a cult that uses women for just breeding babies. On her eighteenth birthday Sapphire's mother dies suddenly and she runs to the nearest place she can find refuge, a restaurant, in the town they were driving through. She meets Jake the owner who takes her in until she can get back on her feet. The unlikely pair find romance and healing as Sapphire helps to put the leaders of the cult behind bars for what all they've done not only to her, but to others. #talkaboutittuesday #summertime #workinprogress #indieauthor #romanceauthor #writer #spicywriter #spicyauthor #steamyauthor #romancewriter #steamywriter #summertimeprojects.

[spicymiilk]

Drabble

A quick bullshit little drabble cause I’m trying to convince myself to write.

When Spider was on the cusp of six years old, he made up a friend. When Norm asked him about it, he swore up and down that it wasn’t because the Omaticaya didn’t like him, or because he didn’t have any friends amongst the Na’vi, it was just because he was bored, sometimes. The base gets really lonely, without any of his big blue friends.

The truth of the matter is that Spider wasn’t really, clicking, with anyone. Jake’s kids, the nice human-y ones, where really young. They weren’t as mature as Spider because Spider is six, and Jake’s kids are four and three years old, and they just aren’t as interesting, after a while.

So Spider makes up a friend, who’s everything he’s not. He’s big and blue, and his hair doesn’t painfully tug at the crown of his head. He’s got long limbs, perfect for climbing and wrestling with Neteyam; but they’re gentle enough to play with Spider, too.

He talks with his imaginary friend all the time, like ALL the time. Norm asks him why he’s sitting on the cold floor in the middle of the lab when everyone’s in their capsules a week into Spider’s new friendship, because Spider is visibly shivering through his big, stolen tshirt, but his friend is sitting on top of one of the closed lids and pulls a face behind Norm— it makes it seem much less serious than it is.

And when Neytiri hisses at him to get out demon, out of my home, my forest Spider toddles right back to his friend, and asks him why no one really likes him. Even Jake, who rubs his hair and says he’s a ‘good kid’ doesn’t do anything more than that.

Spider’s friend can’t hug him the way Jake hugs his kids. It’s part of the reason why he stops talking to his friend. The other reason is because Neytiri had loudly asked why the demon child is talking into thin air, if he thinks that it will bring anymore attention to him than he deserves.

Norm finds Spider once, sitting by the edge of his bed, staring at the floor with tears in his eyes. When Norm asks what’s wrong, Spider can only say his friend is dead, because Neytiri and Jake and Norm had killed him.

Norm is worried, tries to talk to the scientists about what happened, who said something to Spider but it stops mattering after a couple of days, because Spider goes right back to sitting on the cold floor of the link lab; except this time, he doesn’t really talk to anyone. He just sits and waits for the scientists to come out, so at least then, he’ll have someone to be around.

[spicycreativity]

Roceit - 3, 81, 307?

Whoops haha hey remember these prompts I specifically asked for and then only filled half of

Roceit + "Wow my pet snake looks so cute this morning and I’d be even happier if I actually had a pet snake" [307]

I haven't written for this fandom in a while, so forgive me if my characterization is a little rusty!

Roman awoke to a warm weight on his chest. It was almost pleasant, or would have been if he could breathe. He shifted a little, feeling out the contours of it with his body as his mind woke up.

His eyes flew open with the sudden realization— he slept alone.

A flat, scaly snout greeted him, mottled browns and blacks blurring at the proximity. But he wasn't too close to recognize the general shape, the slit-pupiled eyes.

A snake.

There was a snake on his chest. A big one.

Roman swallowed and fought to keep his breathing even. If this was some sort of twisted prank by Janus (or worse, his brother), freaking out could only make the situation worse. Janus and/or Remus would probably love to see him cry and flail like some sort of bumbling sidekick. So he had to keep calm.

But how exactly did one remove a gigantic snake from their chest?

Before Roman could pursue that line of thought, a whisper punctuated the silence. "Gem?"

Footsteps shuffled in the hall. The snake cocked its head, doglike.

"Hey, Gem?"

Roman's door, which should have been firmly shut, creaked on its hinges and swung further open. Janus poked his head in and froze, mismatched eyes meeting Roman's

"Ah."

"Looking for this?" Roman asked, carefully metering his tone to keep from disturbing the snake.

Janus entered the room properly and crossed his arms. "Do you make a habit of stealing other people's pets?" he drawled. "Should I keep an eye for a giant spider, too?"

"Hey!" The snake shifted and Roman bit his lip. "I didn't do anything; I just woke up with this… this thing on my chest."

"Oh, very nice." Janus crossed the room and scooped up the snake, which began to coil around his torso like an enchanted scarf. "Did you hear that, Gem? Our resident Disney prince thinks he's too good for you."

Roman braced his palms on his mattress and sat up. "I didn't say that," he said, cautiously eyeing the snake's face or any sign of hurt feelings. A thin, dark tongue flicked out and Roman smiled despite the strange situation. "Gem?"

"That's her name," Janus said slowly, but without any hint of condescension. Almost like he was hesitating. Like he was… shy. "And… I suppose, if you wanted, you could pet her. Just don't bend her scales back."

The textured surface of Gem's back was cool under Roman's fingers and for a moment, he wondered if Janus' face felt the same way. If it felt nice, to have your scales petted. His face warmed and he looked down, coming face-to-face with his own sculpted pecs. Well. No wonder Janus was acting so awkward.

Still, there was something warm in the way it made him feel, that Janus kept his eyes downcast. He made a show of stretching to let his covers fall further down his waist, exposing the waistband of his sleep pants.

Sure enough, Janus shifted his weight and coughed a little and pulled out two more arms to pet Gem in three places at once.

"So why did I wake up with your snake in my face?" Roman asked, and immediately regretted his choice of words.

"Oh," said Janus, reeling his energy inwards, "I put her there to mess with you, of course. I just came in here pretending to look for her as part of a comedy bit. What do you think, did you laugh?" When Roman only scowled, he sighed and added, "She can open doors. She likes to wander the subconscious sometimes."

"Hmm…" Roman looked at his door, bright cherrywood reflecting the imaginary sunlight streaming in from his window. "I must have forgotten to lock my door."

Silence descended upon them. Roman bit his tongue. He hadn't spent much time alone with Janus, not since… everything. It was almost pleasant to have something to talk about that wasn't a point of great existential dread.

Something mundane and scaly and cute.

"Well," said Janus after a few more excruciating seconds, "I suppose we should be going now." Without waiting for a response, he turned to go.

"Ah," said Roman, seeing him already almost at the door. "If you and Gem ever want to come visit when I'm wearing more clothes, I um. I don't think I would mind that."

"I'll have Gem's people talk to your people," Janus said, but Roman could have sworn he winked before shutting the door.

[spicymiilk]

I have written “I love gay people” in the middle of a paragraph while giggling and kicking my feet more times than I can count

Me every few lines while beta-ing for @spicymiilk​

[spicywriter]

HIDE AND SEEK : JOHN PRICE

cw: stalking. knife play. fingering. shit gets wild.

an: posted for the first time. enjoy, nasty fucks. more writing coming soon;)

I can’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing me tremble within my skin. I can’t let him win every single time he decides to scare me by roaming outside my house, trying to instill a sense of dread inside me. I can’t even talk to anyone without making sure they don’t lose their lives— especially guys.

I know that if a guy even wishes to talk to me, he’s probably going to sew their vocals chords shut. No, he’s definitely going to. No amount of security can confine this man. Nothing. Everything I’ve tried has failed. He always finds some way to maneuver around the system. But that’s okay, because this time I’ll show him that I’m not scared of him. Even if I am, like every night, he’ll stop by— he’ll roam around my house like always, sometimes would send me a text message, and then he’ll leave.

But this time I’ll find the perfect moment, just a small crack in his plan and I’ll flee away from here. He’ll be here soon. Just the thought of him makes my hair stand. I focused on my breathing, listening intently to outside noises. My head whips towards the noise of a branch cracking outside. He’s here.

I grab a knife just in case things don’t go accordingly— and tiptoe towards a window in my living room. I peeked through the tiny opening while looking at his hooded figure, my breath hitches. He halts in his steps, taking out his phone, seeing his fingers rapidly pressing on the screen.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket before slowly taking it out…

Unknown number: I must be looking good today, seeing how hard you’re staring at me.

Furrowing my brows, I look away from the screen and back at him just to see him looking right directly at me. Shit.

He begins walking west from my front door, starting to roam around my house like usual. I wait for a minute, knowing that he’ll be on the opposite side from my front door, and then I rush towards the door. But I immediately freeze hearing keys jingle. Wait a damn minute, why is he here? He’s supposed to be on the other side.

I hear him inserting the key in the lock. My legs develop a mind of their own as I dashed to the nearest wall and hid behind it. The door cracks open, revealing a tall hooded figure as he starts to walk around. Few minutes later, I hear his footsteps going upstairs. Now’s my chance.

I charge for the door when suddenly I stopped dead in my track. “Going somewhere, my love?” I gulped and slowly turned around and there he was, walking downstairs. I feel the liquid adrenaline pumping through my body. I just froze, I couldn’t even move an inch. His deep British accent voice rings inside my skull

“You’re too scared to run, aren’t you?” I whimper involuntarily. He’s right. My knees begin to tremble while he grin widens, knowing he got under my skin. I come back to my senses before holding my knife up— my hands slightly shaking violently.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I muttered out, my voice slightly cracking.

“Do you like games, love?” He questions challengingly, his words drenched in cockiness. I shake my head slowly. He slightly smirks before continuing.

“How about a game called Hide and Seek? If you can hide for ten minutes without being caught, then I’ll leave, forever.” He raises his eyebrows, studying my face. For someone who has been infatuated with me for almost three months, disappearing altogether in ten minutes doesn’t sound promising. Either way, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes— and if ten minutes is all it takes, then so be it.

“Start counting.” He commands, before he exits out of the front door and circling my house— making sure I don’t try to officially run away in the process. There are absolutely no hiding spots in my fucking house. I managed to find a compact space in my closet, just enough for my body to squeeze in.

A few minutes later, I hear the front door close— and his heavy boots clanking on the floor. I count the minutes in my head. Approximately seven minutes later, I realize that I don’t hear him.

I quietly crawl out, making sure I don’t creak my floor which ends up taking some time to reach. He’s nowhere. I have about fourteen seconds, and it’s over. I swiftly moved— being cautions of my surroundings as I make my way to the front door. Counting down the seconds in my head, I reached for the doorknob, twisting it and flipping the door opened on the last few seconds.

Before I could dashed out, someone grabs me by my waist and pushed me on the hard cold floor— my back colliding harshly with it. “Gotcha. Did you think you can really outsmart me? You have no fucking idea who I am. You can’t get past me even if you wanted to. I hope what I’m going to do next answers your previous questions, yeah?” He hisses before hovering above me— his hands are on my throat, slightly knocking the air out of my lungs.

I struggled, attempting to shove him away but my efforts are futile. Suddenly, he leans down close to me and presses his lips onto mines— this shouldn’t feel good— I shouldn’t like this. The way his lips mould with mine, leaving no space between us. How is tongue explores my mouth greedily, licking into me. How he touches me everywhere. I don’t have a damn choice— I managed to roughly push him off of me, gasping for air. My chest was slightly burning while my heart was racing rapidly.

One of his hands is around my throat while the other grabs the knife is my hand that I had long forgotten about. “What should I do with you, hm?” I struggle against him, but his strong hold is tight. He waves the knife around my cheek, my shaking body risking getting sliced. “or maybe I should cut that pretty tongue of yours.” He slightly scoffs, the tip of the knife slightly pushing onto my bottom lip, making a tiny cut as blood tickles down my chin.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, and I comply, feeling his grip on my throat slowly loosen. I opened my mouth which was slightly twitching and trembling in fear before he slowly inserts the knife, the flat blunt surface of the cold metal on my tongue— being careful not to cut the inside of my mouth. “Or maybe I should…” his sentence trails off as his eyes set on my throbbing cunt. He slowly leads the tip of the knife between my legs, only a centimeter away from my core. “Take it off.” He demands, gently gazing against my clit through my shorts.

“Come on sweetheart, take ‘em off.” His tone sounds so reassuring but his actions are the complete opposite. My fingers move and hook around the hem of my shorts, pulling them off roughly. I can feel the pool of my arousal painting my thighs and soaking my panties.

His orbs instantly latch down there. “Does this excite you? How fucking adorable.” His smokey laugh pinches my ears, and I feel the humiliation swell my skin. The knife slips under the hem and cuts off the string on both sides.

I gasped— completely bottomless, and aching. He turns his knife around so he grips the sharp metal, the tight grip making his palm start to bleed. The handle stops at my opening— then I feel it slowly pushing inside, causing me to moan slightly. “Come on baby, let it out.” He commanding voice booms out while he thrusts deeper— his thumb circling on my clit roughly

The pleasure builds more and more until it explodes inside of me, flooding my system with immense pleasure. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth hangs open as my entire body tenses— it’s almost unbearable. He moves my hair aside, pressing his warm lips on my neck and placing featherlight kisses there.

“Good girl.” He praises, before embracing me in his strong arms. “No matter where you go or what you do, you’ll always be my prey— and I’ll always hunt you down.”

— © SPICYWRITER 2024.

[rainbowmoonmantis]

"You fools. You quiver and quake, thinking the end of the world is near. You are ignorant, for I have been causing endings to happen for thousands of years. There is no one apocalypse, for they come in the forms of wars and extinctions; as numerous and plentiful as famines".

I made this quote for one of my characters on a site (he's the lord of apocalypses) and I kinda liked it

[spicymiilk]

Modern/human locorro au

Spider lives with his dad, a retired military man who’s a little too strict to be comfortable around, but he’s ultimately a Fine parent. Not winning any awards, but he’s ok.

Spider is riddled with ADHD though (unmedicated because military dads don’t believe in medication) so he has a habit of sneaking out of his house and biking/skating down to the 24/7 corner store at like 3-4 am because he’s Bored and Lonely

Enter Lo’ak, who starts up the same habit after the Sullies move to Spider’s town and then they meet at the corner store and hangout and dick around at 3 am almost every week and fall in love and it’s all just good vibes and shenanigans

OR

Bonus points if the sullies are only passing through the town and Lo’ak sneaks out to get snacks and it’s that night that they meet and they just click so they go out to the pier in their town or something and bond for a night and it’s lovely and awesome and then they don’t see each other again until years later

[spicymiilk]

Fun idea: people assume since spider is the oldest sully child, that he's also Jake and Neytiri's birth child too. Since Na'vi have heard that Jake use to be a sky person, people assume Spider is the equivalent of when a skyperson and a Na'vi person have a baby. Spider takes more of his father's Skyperson side. The sully kids love this idea and completely go with it.

The Omaticaya would never fall for that, but I’d imagine maybe there are clan meetings or trips or whatever where the Sully Kids fuck SO HARD with people

They convince everyone that Kiri and Lo’ak are fully Na’vi children to fully Na’vi parents that happened to have a genetic mutation, and Jake and Neytiri just adopted them. They say Neteyam and Spider are actually the closet in age and genetics and pose them next to each other like “look! Both are na’vi! Check yourselves”

In some alternate universe where the very image of humans isn’t some horrible traumatic reminder, the roll up to random clans with Kiri and Neteyam and Tuk fully dressed in human clothes, and Spider’s in the loincloth and blue stripes, and don’t blink at the various extremely confused looks they get

Clan leaders coming up to Jake n Neytiri pointing at Spider like “that came out of you?” And spider’s in the corner sitting with his legs crossed with Tuk, half his age and a couple inches taller, like yes. Yes he is