#very hot and spicy

[m-r-moth]

oo fire lord zuko bcs i’m an addict :>

pls and ty

i’m finally in the right head space to comfort draw atla stuff again!

thank you for your request and please enjoy this spicy hot cheeto✨

[sharks3ye]

Oughaagahghaagga ramen so yummy hehehsgaaauyahgaa

[kennahjune]

Jealous?

Thanks so much to the amazing @rogueddie for letting me write this!!!! Hope it lives to standards :)

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Eddie had a problem.

A Steve Harrington sized problem.

Said problem was standing behind the counter at Family Video while the woman in front of him blatantly flirted with him.

It wasn’t the woman Eddie was worried about— she had at least five years of age on Steve, so maybe there was cause for concern— but Steve wasn’t paying her the time of day.

Instead, he was glancing over the woman’s shoulder at Eddie, who lurked in the aisles, and kept making faces and blabbling his mouth mockingly whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

Eddie was desperately holding back snickers and snorts. He couldn’t help but let a giggle escape when Steve moved his hand in a “blabbing” motion when she said something about her ex-husband (HUSBAND) again. The woman whipped around and glared at Eddie. Eddie gave her a finger waggle wave he realized belatedly was the same one Steve does.

Steve himself was almost beet red in the face with his effort to hold in his laugh. Eddie was amazed at how long he’d lasted.

The moment the door closed behind her Steve put his face in his arms on the counter and full on cackled. Eddie was quick to join.

They were still laughing when Robin came back from the bathroom.

“Is she gone?” she asked, looking oddly between the two of them.

Steve nodded, not having enough breath to get words out. Robin sighed a dramatic breath of relief.

“Oh thank God. Cause she looked one second away from bringing up some stupid shit like her failed marriage—“

That sent Steve and Eddie into another spiral of laughs.

“There’s no way she actually did.” Robin deadpanned.

Eddie nodded vigorously. “She fucking did!”

“Four times! As if bringing up how she was newly-single would make me want her. Did she look in a mirror before leaving? She’s closer to my dads age.”

Eddie snorted, trying to get his laughter under control enough to say “Even man-whore Richard Harrington wouldn’t go within a 20 foot radius of her.”

Steve didn’t waste a second before racking on: “Doesn’t need to get too close with how far back that hairline stretches.”

Robin and Eddie laughed themselves to tears.

And that was how it went.

A woman would come into the video store, shoot their shot with Steve, and Steve would laugh about it with Robin and Eddie later.

And it was fun. Eddie found it fun. Cause he knew Steve would always shoot the girls down, however nice or rudely he has to be about it.

Until—

Until.

It was a Friday, and as per usual on Fridays, Eddie was at Steve’s. Of course, it wasn’t just him— Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle were there as well.

They’d been hanging out whenever they all could before Nancy and Jonathan went to college and Argyle back to Cali. Hence the Friday night hang outs.

Tonight was no different, except for one thing.

“So explain to me once again why we have to drive all the way out to Indy for this?” Jonathan complained.

Nancy sighed and leant into him. “Cause there aren’t any good bars in Hawkins. And everywhere in Hawkins knows that almost none of us are of legal age.”

Jonathan grumbled but conceded, Wheeler had a point.

“Besides,” added Robin. “It’d be nice to finally get the hell out and see some new people.”

“Amen.” Agreed Eddie and Argyle at the same time. They both chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’d like to go soon before my social battery drains itself dead.” Remarked Jonathan, throwing an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“We’d have left already if SOMEBODY DIDN’T HAVE TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR PRIMPING HIMSELF!” Yelled Robin towards the stairs.

Steve had been MIA since Eddie got there at least 20 minutes ago. According to Robin he was still getting ready.

“PUT A LID ON IT BIRD-FOR-BRAINS, IM COMING!” Was the reply she got from the top of the stairs, where Steve was now coming from.

Nancy and Argyle snorted at the insult, but Eddie’s mind was rather taken up by the cut-off jean shorts Steve wore that showed more of his thighs than Eddie thought necessary for anyone’s functioning brain. He was also wearing what looked like the softest sweater he owned; a dark purple one that seriously brought out the green in his eyes.

Nancy whistled, Robin clapped. Argyle grinned at Steve and said

“Hey man! That’s the sweater I got you!”

Steve grinned right back and nodded. “Uh huh! Dude it’s like— SO fucking comfy you don’t even understand.”

The sweater was a little big on Steve, hanging over his thumbs a bit in the sleeves and landing just below the waistline of his shorts. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on the many moles on his thighs that were on display, the fact that Argyle had gotten Steve a sweater may have rubbed him the wrong way.

As it stood, Steve looked good.

He looked stunning, actually, in his glasses and his hair slightly ruffled in a delicate manner and his eyes wide and bright and—

“Eddie!”

He blinked and Steve was standing in front of him, no one else in the room.

“Huh?”

Steve grinned giddily and laughed at him. “C’mon dude, you’re my ride up, remember?”

Oh yeah. They’d split everyone between his and Argyles vans.

“Isn’t Buckley with us?” Eddie asked as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

“Yeah, but I think she’s sticking with Jon and them on the way up.”

Eddie nodded and averted his gaze once more. There was a reason he’d skipped gym and avoided the mall.

That reason was glaring at him with all of its dotted moles and freckles and faint scars.

Jesus Christ he needed a cigarette.

The ride up was uneventful, peaceful even. Eddie let Steve have control over the radio, something Steve thought was normal but was downright foreign to anyone else. Eddie usually fought tooth and nail for control over the music but the sight of Steve singing and drumming his legs (holy shit his thighs jiggled—) and jamming out with a bright smile to whatever Tears for Fears or ABBA song he put on was worth it.

He followed behind Argyle and reluctantly sang under his breath with Steve to Head Over Heels.

The club they ended up going to was a little deeper into the city than they’d initially thought, and was slightly crowded when they got in.

Eddie was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and booze but not in an entirely bad way. In a way that told him that people here had fun.

It was bright and loud and the air tasted like fries (though Eddie might just be hungry). They took an empty table booth in a corner in the back.

After dropping their jackets off and everyone picking a seat, Steve got up to get everyone drinks.

“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked worriedly. It was Steve’s first time in Indy in a while and his first time out of Hawkins since the fall of Vecna. Sue Eddie for being cautious.

But Steve smiled sweetly at him and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, Eds. Be right back.” He knocked his knuckles on Eddie’s head affectionately and walked off. Eddie may have spent a second ogling before snapping his gaze to the table.

“So?”

Eddie looked at Nancy with a raised eyebrow. She raised one right back.

“Soooo…?”

She sighed. “Oh you’re hopeless.”

Jonathan snickered.

“Wha—“

“Are you gonna make a move tonight?” Argyle elaborated.

Eddie shot up real fast. “Make a move? On who, Steve?”

“Yea, on Steve, doofus!” Robin reprimanded.

“There’s no board to make a move on.” Eddie pushed stubbornly. Because it was true. There was nothing there.

Robin groaned and dropped her head to the table.

“Dude, relax your knee. It’s shaking the whole table.” Jonathan tapped Eddie’s leg under the booth.

“Sorry, sorry. He’s been gone a while, right?” Eddie craned his head to look around the bodies of people dancing.

Robin huffed. “Yeah, kinda. But there are six of us, maybe he’s having trouble carrying all the drinks.”

Nancy suddenly kicked his leg under the table, a lot harder than her boyfriend had earlier. Eddie winced.

“Go help him.” Nancy all but demanded.

Eddie was up and away in a second, happy to have an excuse. He faintly heard Nancy and Robin high five behind him.

He weaved through the dancing crowd, bodies jostling him and pushing him forward until he got to the bar and finally spotted Steve and—

And?

Something bubbled low in Eddie’s gut at the man standing in front of Steve. He was taller than both Steve and Eddie, well-built and had a bit of a beard going. He was leaning on the bar next to Steve, sort of caging him in. The scene made Eddie mad for reasons he didn’t give himself time to think about before he inserting himself.

“Steve!”

Both Steve and the asshole’s heads turned to Eddie. Steve’s eyes lit up in recognition and relief while the man’s narrowed in anger at being interrupted.

“You know him, doll?”

Eddie wanted to make the man spit his own teeth out. Nobody else got to call Steve pet names. Just Eddie. It was an Eddie Thing, not an Everybody Thing. Fuck this guy.

“Yeah—“ Steve started.

“Yeah, he does. And yet I don’t think he knows you.”

Eddie stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, glaring daggers at the douche.

The man scoffed and huffed, walking away and muttering under his breath. Eddie scowled until he could see the guy and his stupid beard. He finally turned to Steve.

Who was absolutely red in the face.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asked worriedly. “He wasn’t bothering you right? He seemed like a dick, looked like one even before I got up close.”

Steve stared at Eddie wide-eyed with his pretty lips parted. He blinked and spluttered a response.

“U—um, yeah! Yeah, no, I’m— I’m good. I’m alright. I’m great! Yep, great! Uh—“

“Are you sure?” Eddie was concerned, never having heard Steve stumble over a simple sentence so much.

Steve nodded vigorously before turning to the bar snappily. Eddie could still see the red painting his ears.

“Yep! Perfect! Could you help with the drinks? I don’t think I can carry them all, thanks!” And he was off back to the table.

Eddie stared after him for a moment before slowly grabbing the other three drinks and following back through the sea of bodies.

Steve was sat by the time Eddie got back to the booth, whispering heatedly with Robin, Eddie only managing to hear Steve hiss to her “that wouldn’t work!” before noticing his presence and shutting up all together.

Eddie raised an eyebrow but let it slide while he gave Nancy and Jon their drinks. He slid into the booth next to Steve who sat between him and Robin and across from Jonathan.

For the next 10 minutes, they all talked. They talked and laughed and joked and drank. But Steve seemed more in his head than usual.

Eddie was just working up the courage to ask him what was wrong when a guy came up to their table, eyeing Steve. Eddie immediately tensed.

“Hi.”

All six heads turned to the dude who just showed up. But that didn’t deter him much.

“I was just wondering if pretty boy here wanted to dance?” He smirked at Steve, who Eddie felt tense up beside him.

���Um—“ Steve’s voice was kind of shaky, barely. But it was enough (mixed with the anger already brewing in his gut at the NERVE of this guy) for Eddie to finally step in.

“He’s alright.”

Six heads suddenly turned on him.

“Excuse me?” The asshole asked.

“You’re excused.” Eddie waved his hand in a shooing motion.

“Well I hadn’t exactly—“

“And I hadn’t exactly /asked/, now have I? Goodbye.” Eddie didn’t even bother offering a smile to hide the aggression in his tone. His message was clear: Get Lost.

The douche walked away grumbling and conversation soon resumed at the table.

“What was that!?” Jonathan asked incredulously.

Nancy and Argyle were both openly staring at Eddie in bewilderment.

Eddie shifted, but was more focused on the fact that Steve seemed to relax again.

“The dude was being an asshole. Just told him to get lost, not a big deal.”

“He was just asking Steve to dance? I don’t see the problem there.” Robin cut in.

It gave Eddie pause for thinking. She was right; there really was no problem there, so why had he been so upset about the dude asking Steve to dance. God just the thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“It’s fine, Rob. I was just gonna tell him no anyway.”

Eddie looked at Steve then, who was a whole new shade of red.

“Are you alright? You’re all red again.” Eddie worried. Jonathan snorted into his drink and then winced when Steve kicked him under the table. Steve looked at Eddie.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed in the tight space I think. You wanna— uh— you wanna go dance?”

Eddie didn’t waste a second with his answer. “Sure.”

Eddie watched Steve and Robin have a silent conversation with their eyes and expressions before Robin grinned in victory and waved at them eagerly.

“Buh-bye! Have fun!” She sing-songed. Steve shot her a glare.

Eddie led Steve to the dance floor somewhere towards the edge of the crowd where there was less people. They really just stood there talking and sipping on their drinks while everyone around them danced.

“Hey, uh— thanks for telling him to back off. I’ve, I’ve never actually… been flirted with? By a guy, I mean— this is like— a brand new thing. But he and the other dude seemed just really creepy so— uh, thanks.” Steve stumbled through.

Eddie stared at his wide, earnest eyes and wondered how no guy had ever flirted with Steve before tonight. Even if the idea of it ever happening made him want to hurt somebody.

(Even though Eddie knows that guys have flirted with Steve before. Knows that he didn’t just make up those looks Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove gave him.)

So Eddie smiled and shook his head. “You’re all good, sweetheart. Just don’t want you running into the wrong guys.”

That pretty blush was back again, making Steve look even more breathtaking under the florescent lights and making his smile twice as bright.

Then they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, babyboy.” Came an obnoxious call from behind Eddie. The guy was, again, taller that Steve, but this time he was barely taller than Eddie (a/n lemme live in slightly shorter Steve fantasy ok���). Eddie immediately hated him and his entire existence. Who just called people that? Babyboy? Was he serious or delusional?

Eddie watched Steve’s shoulders tense awkwardly while the guy spoke. His anger only grew and grew.

“Alright that’s enough dude, he’s not interested.”

The guy didn’t say anything to Eddie but kept talking to Steve which only served to irk Eddie further.

“I said he’s not interested ass face.” Eddie grabbed the guy’s shoulder. He finally looked at Eddie, seeming bored.

“He hasn’t said anything? Why not let the babydoll decide, huh?” He smirked at Steve. Eddie wanted to puke and scream at the same time. He felt like he was chewing on nails listening to this guy. Babydoll? First babyboy and now BABYDOLL??? Who the fuck was this dude? And more importantly would the possible assault charges be worth it?

“Um— yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not really interested in looking for anybody tonight.” Steve confirmed.

“Oh c’mon, doll face, don’t be like that.”

Oh the assault charges would so be worth it.

“He just said he wasn’t interested so fuck off.” Eddie shoved his shoulder. The dude finally turned to look at Eddie, leveling him with a glare that Eddie happily returned tenfold. If looks could kill the guy would have been fucking obliterated on sight.

“If he wasn’t interested then why’s he dressed like that, huh?”

Jail was looking mighty fine to Eddie.

“I’m right fucking here, asshat.” Steve spoke up. “And Im dressed like this because I look good and I know it. Not for fucks like you who have to beg for scraps to get by. I said I wasn’t interested and you’re just causing more of a headache if anything.”

Eddie grinned at Steve. It was so hot when he got all bitchy.

The asshole scoffed. “Oh so baby’s got a mouth on him.”

Eddie finally snapped, those assault charges no where in mind when he punched the guy in the face.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled, absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden violence.

The guy left after that with a threat of harassment charges. Steve took Eddie outside to the alleyway on the side of the club to get away from the crowd and to better examine his freshly bruised knuckles.

“You didn’t have to punch him.”

“He fucking had it coming.” Eddie spat through clenched teeth. He was still seething. And Steve was prodding at the bruises but that was neither here nor there.

Steve looked at Eddie, still holding his bruised hand. His eyes were wide as always and his cheeks flushed once more. His eyes seemed to search Eddie for something.

“Was it cause he was an ass?”

Eddie scoffed. “Of course! He was an ass and made you uncomfortable and—“

And I wanted to be the one to call you baby.

“And?” Steve prompted.

“And… and I hated how he talked to you.”

Steve looked down at Eddie hand, the blush rising to ears again. Eddie hooked a finger under Steve’s chin with the hand that wasn’t bruised and being held.

“Hey, you alright? You’re getting all quiet again.”

Steve’s eyes flitted back and forth between Eddie’s own before he sighed.

“Eddie.. I can’t— I don’t understand.”

Eddie pouted, confused. “Don’t understand what? There’s not much to it, honey.”

Steve cheeks pinkened again with the endearment. “Not— not that. I get that he was a dick— a massive dick attitude to make up for what he was surely lacking—“

That startled a laugh out of Eddie.

“—but I guess I don’t understand the other times? You were never like this before when anyone else flirted, so what changed tonight?”

And wasn’t that a thought.

What changed?

Well for starters, he wanted to kiss Steve. He wanted to kiss Steve senseless, shove him up against a wall and stick his tongue down his throat until he was breathless an begging for it.

So that’s changed.

But he also wanted to hug Steve and hold him right and call him things like Sweetheart and Honey and Love and Baby (which he already does anyway for the most part). He wanted to take Steve places and show him things. Wanted to give Steve every pretty rock he found and show him every cool leaf he saw.

What changed was that he wanted Steve in every which way Steve would let him have him.

But of course, Eddie didn’t express these aloud.

“Eddie…” Steve stared wide-eyed with his mouth opened in shock, his face a violent shade of red.

Or maybe he did express them aloud.

He’d drank more than he thought.

And then Steve was kissing him. Steve was pulling him in by the hand he was holding and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Eddie would never forget, not matter how much he’d drank that night.

They let go of each others hands, Eddie immediately grabbing Steve’s waist and Steve tangling his hands in Eddie hair.

By the time they’d pulled away to breathe Eddie bad fulfilled his wish of shoving Steve against a wall and sticking his tongue down his throat.

“So you were jealous?” Steve teased, playing with Eddie hair where his arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Eddie grumbled under his breath and kissed Steve to shut him up. Steve hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Kissing me into going to make me drop it, Munson. You were totally jealous of those guys in there.”

Eddie huffed and stooped lower to kiss at Steve neck, gaining an immediate reaction with Steve’s stuttered breath and sudden silence. Eddie chuckled.

“Oh? I thought kissing you wasn’t going to make you drop it.”

Steve hit his shoulder weakly. “Shut it, asshole— mm!” Eddie bit down lightly on the side of his neck.

Then the door to the alley was opening and Robin was telling them to get their horny asses home before thy got arrested for public indecency.

So they agreed to pick up at home. And the whole ride there was filled with relentless teasing about Eddie’s apparent jealousy towards any guy who so much as looked at Steve oddly.

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It’s rushed I know but it’s like 2am on a school night 😭 and I’m not upset with the results. Could it be better? Yeah. Could it be worse? Absolutely. It’s not my finest work but oh well 🤷

[grishaverse-chaos]

hmmm something about dominik haunting the narrative in king of scars. everything nikolai does is at least a little bit for him. he learns about the life of average ravkan people by meeting dominik's family. he starts gaining influence in politics just so he can improve dominik's life. and then he promises dominik that he won't let ravka break him.

that promise fucking haunts him. it follows him wherever he goes. it's the driving force behind everything he does, every step he takes to heal the centuries-old wounds in ravka. it's what drives him to do better, be better.

dominik is always there, in the back of his mind: this country gets you in the end. always pushing him to do more, because he couldn't save dominik and so he has to save ravka (for dominik) (because he promised) (because he loved him)

[jesncin]

How do the Green Lanterns and the Guardians feel about martians (and kryptonians for that matter) hanging around Earth?

I don't know enough about Green Lantern/Guardians internal worldbuilding to know how they'd react to essentially undocumented alien immigrants on Earth. I know they're all about order, I just don't know how far that goes. From what I've seen, they seem chill about Kal and J'onn.

I know also in the comics that the Guardians have a whole history with the Martians in JLA Trial By Fire, where it's revealed that the Guardians "performed mass genetic manipulation on the martian race" to make Martians afraid of fire because "as a species, they were barbaric, ruthless, brilliant, and constantly battling among themselves" and "they exist to cause suffering and burn and breed. Nothing more". They basically took burning martians (what the whole martian race originally were) and split them into white and green martians. I don't like this backstory at all. It makes martian lore too tied to Green Lanterns and characterizes Martians in a needlessly bio-essentialist way. "This race is inherently evil, they don't have internal thoughts and opinions, they're just made that way." And the whole plot where J'onn overcomes fire by breaking the Guardian's genetic block and therefore becomes evil like it's just an off and on switch really reduces J'onn's actions and choices to a species' behavior. It's racial essentialism in fantasy form.

So instead I have it so Burning Martians are an ancient variety of martian long lost to martian history. Ma'al is a rare genetic occurrence- and technically a very powerful martian because of it. He's not fully aware of what being a Burning Martian entails and just wants to live a peaceful (slutty) life on Earth. I think for that reason, the Green Lanterns would leave them alone. The Guardians would raise an eyebrow but some GL friends would back J'onn and Ma'al up. I do think that despite Mars being an isolationist and cloaked planet, the Green Lanterns do know about them.

[kuromi-hoemie]

when you ask a restaurant for spicy food and instead of cooking it in a way that makes the end result hotter they just obliterate all the flavor by dumping heaps of sriracha all over it after the fact

[lifeblogstory]

Spicy Hot Pot🌶

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[ambassadorquark]

Not sure you needed me to tell you this but these are not great

[spicybylerpolls]

Spicy confession: I think this obsession and almost fetish with Finn being queer is because he’s a white, skinny guy with effeminate features and is ~artsy~ so I hope he’s actually straight so people realize that they should stop stereotyping men by how they look or act. You’d think we would have learned with the Noah situation and the dumb “he’s a straight frat boy so it’s funny he plays a sensitive gay boy so well” joke.

I mean I see your point, but I personally never saw Noah as a straight frat boy. When Bylers would make that joke, I would always go "Is he tho?"

I think what you're saying could play a role for some, but I also feel like there are subtle things that go beyond "sterotyping men by how they look or act" that people who believe he's bi/queer notice (or think they notice).

Because I'd say there are plenty of guys who kinda fall into a similar category as you described, and I'd wager a guess that if similar polls were run, most people here would likely see them as straight.

And lots of people theorized about Noah even if on the surface he seemed like a "straight frat boy" playing a gay character so well.

So there has to be a subtle "something else" that fuels it.

What that IS tho I'd say is difficult to pinpoint.

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

LITA has dangerously uner-negotiated kinks. Discuss.

I cannot stress enough how much I do not care.

It's fiction.

They aren't real.

There are blogs, 'blrs, podcasts, youtube channels, and endless online resources discussing kink safety. It isn't up to one show to stop everything and spoon feed it, especially when the kinks shown in the show are nowhere near actually kinky.

[vigilbutts]

i've been silently stewing on this for A While in my little corner but i wish this community would participate in the "send an ask to the person you reblog this ask meme from" thing that other rp communities do on this site. there's been a number of people i've heard from or noticed being bummed about getting few or no asks for these memes within the gw2 tumblr community, and like... maybe as a community we should go back to following that little rule? just something to consider, perhaps.

IF YOU ALREADY DO THIS OR NEVER STOPPED DOING THIS! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE! I HOPE YOU GET MANY ASKS! 🥰💕

[castlebyersafterdark]

you know something ive never ever seen discussed (in so many words) on here is the possibility of... i dont even know what you'd call it. a softness kink? mike or will (or both) liking each other when theyre soft and not hard yet. it's like the anticipation of getting each other hard (or provoking that reaction without touch even), of seeing the transformation, admiring the size change (if any - mike is just bigggggg anyway) and the tactile texture thing of being soft and snug in nice underwear. there's something so cosy and nice about them being obsessed with each other's crotches even when they're not 'in the mood' and i never see it discussed or even know what its called!

This one is very spicy and I am OBSESSED this was sent. And not just because I have a pretty blatant underwear kink that I'm not really shy about indulging and sharing on here 🤭 But I like it for the two of them as well. There's so much that's so sexy about the way a man looks in underwear. I've always hyped up and praised the concept that someone does not need to be fully nude to be appreciated and sometimes the way a garment frames the body and hides parts of the body is hotter than just, hey look here's a dick.

And it's such a common topic to explore with guys, and really formative especially when you're young and how that develops over time. There's an innocence that leads into lust, and I know some cringe like oooh don't use that word, but it's true! Some of the first instances of attraction are going to come from seeing other boys or men in their underwear - it's more common than just seeing naked guys. And that attraction remains.

All that to say, you are so onto it here with the fascination with the casual body or before apparent arousal. It's so hot to get up close and personal, to feel a cock before it gets hard. So intimate, and maybe they're just lying there and things haven't really gotten started yet, one of them is just trailing a hand casually over the other's body. They're lying in bed with music on, talking. Or they could be on the couch, TV on. They both know the night's going somewhere, as it usually does, but there's no rush yet. They're comfortable with each other, stripped to sleepwear, or a version of it. Big tshirts and underwear. That trailing hand is tracing over the hem of a pair of tight briefs, slipping underneath to feel soft skin at the crease of a thigh. A palm cups around the other's cock, just holding it there, feeling the warmth of the other man under the fabric, feeling the shape. Just a comfort, a tease to work up to something else. The ease and comfort and trust in just exploring each other.

I had several bold anons who've sent asks over time about "grower vs shower?" for each of them and I laugh about it, still a little bashful about sharing really detailed thoughts. But it's relevant and authentic! Most fall in between, honestly, but it's still fun to think about in regards to this specific scenario posed. The idea of Will going down on Mike, for example. He's still a pretty good size soft, and though our favorite size queen does appreciate Mike for all he's got going, he enjoys taking his time and working Mike up to it and feeling that wonderful sensation of him growing hard in his mouth, how he's able to get a bit more of him easily inside at the beginning doing this method. And Will loves it, savors feeling that eventual stretch and the way he's doing that to Mike, so blatantly, and indulges in the moments where it's easy to take him down before the real effort kicks in.

He especially loves it in the morning, on the occasions where they've an understanding that there's a freedom offered to the one who wakes first, the other's body is theirs to explore. And Will shifts down, flat on his stomach between Mike's spread legs as he's still dozing away. Pressing light kisses to Mike's pale inner thighs, leaving little red bites all over the skin. Licking at his soft cock, lips rubbing over the skin, just letting it sit in his mouth as he tongues at it, sucks languidly until Mike gets hard. He likes taking his time but so often when Mike's awake, he's too aware and Will turns him on too much, so these specific indulgences Will enjoys are often brief when both are awake. But Will likes to play. So this is different. Always Mike's favorite way to wake up on these very special occasions.

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

i always find it a little depressing that t4t fics get way less readership. like i'll keep writing it forever because A) its what i want to do and B) for the small handful of people that comment on my stuff saying that they wish there was more t4t representation in cod fanfics but like. i kinda hate that for a community thats so openly full of trans and queer people people are never as interested in reading t4t stuff

[elliebell77]

rough germaphobic dust sketch inspired by this post. idk if i cooked here but i did have fun. concept art/ideas under the cut

[atalienart]

I've always been a fan of romance books but it's becoming more and more common for recent releases to be excuses for the author to write "steamy" scenes. The stories aren't compelling, I have no reason to care about whether or not these characters get together. It's like they only out effort in the "steamy" scene and forget to write the rest of the book. This is really common with many of the "Booktok" books

Steamy scenes are like pepper, they can add some flavour but too much of it can make everything hard to swallow (no pun intended). In my opinion it's a vicious circle. Writers add some spice ➤ it's a new excitement for the readers ➤ publishers see the opportunity for more money and go for the spicy romance ➤ writers want to publish so they add more spice. Of course there are writers who really like to write such scenes and it's noticeable when you read a book and it's all bland and under-cooked but generously seasoned. But those writers should go for their passion and write erotica, not waste their potential in a romance genre. On the other hand a lot of readers seem to enjoy this kind of books, idk. Why is that? Personally I like spicy scenes once in a while when they really make sense for the story but if there's more (banging for the sake of banging) I get bored. Romance can be hot without steam and I feel like authors forget about it. I'm with you on that, give us compelling stories, make us care 👍

[lifeblogstory]

Spicy Rocket Squid🦑

Trying a bowl of spicy rocket squid that’s very spicy🌶. Filled with fries🍟. Not cheap but quality is great. Fresh squid is a plus. Available on different vendors at different dates. From “Japan Fes”