#icy spicy

[swampstew]

Hello Beloved!!!

May I request for the event Eustass Kid with the Fluff prompt domestic intimacy

Jess my beloved Angel from heaven♥ I hope you enjoy your little story just as much as I loved writing it♥ You requested domestic intimacy, and I give you [ PAINT ] while painting a room, sender starts a paint fight with receiver.

Oh Captain, My Captain Kid

Warnings: None. Fluff and domestic stuffs. Word count: 994

The dull thudding of the hammer broke your concentration as you were carefully trying to pour the neutral color paint into the slanted tray. Thankful that Kid had the foresight to lay tarp on the floor, you still internally curse at the droplets that fell on it from his distracting noises, but grateful that it protected the newly installed flooring.

“Why are you bothering with that anyways? We still have to paint the walls!” you complain to your lover.

“Tch, better to have it done now and paint over the studs than doing it later and chip the paint! Ungrateful ass,” his golden amber eyes roll in their sockets as he made his way towards you.

“Rude ass,” you click your tongue back at him.

Soft sponge rollers bounce off your head and you shoot him a glare, watching him juggle a few more in his hands with a warning look on his face.

“Careful, I’m fully armed babe,” he gave you a devious grin.

Taking the high road from the arm pun you wanted to chuck back at him, you give him a curt nod and stand tall. Picking up the broomstick handles you bought during a 2-4-1 sale at the department store, you toss one his way and he drops the sponge rollers while fumbling with the stick.

“Fully armed but not loaded,” you chuckle, taking one of the rollers he had thrown at you and attaching it to your handle. You dip it into the paint tray and begin rolling the thick liquid on to the walls.

“WAIT A SECOND!” his shout startles you causing your concentrated rolls to stutter, dripping thick paint lines down the wall and on the tarp covering.

“ACH! What?!”

“You needa do the primer first, ya ding dong!”

If your eyes could shoot laser beams, he’d be a dead man.

“If you took a second to read, you would know that this brand is primer + paint, bolthead!”

“TCH, WHAT WAS THAT?!”

From the corner of your eyes you watch as he picks up the accent paint color, squinted eyes reading the description written in large, bold print on the front. You could hear a soft ‘ooooohhhh’ escape him before he tried to nonchalantly pretend he knew that the whole time. Attaching the sponge roller to his own broomstick, he follows your example and begins painting the adjacent wall.

The soft rock music plays in the background as you paint, with you softly singing the lyrics and Kid backing you up with the chorus. It’s peaceful for about an hour as you work in tandem. That is, until your paint rollers met each other on the same wall.

With a confused look, you look up at him and then turn around to take the room in. Did he—

Yep. He did. Kid forgot to leave the back wall plain for the accent color.

“Don’t. Say. A Word,” Kid gripes with a hand over the bandana tied above his forehead to keep his hair out of his face.

You don’t say anything. Not a single peep. You simply turn around and continue coating the already covered wall to keep yourself in check from making a cheeky remark. They say that in long-term dating, partners pick up each other’s traits and habits. A learned habit for you was sassing the fuck out of the sardonic man. He could dish it but not always take it, and it was those delicious moments that made life a little bit sweeter.

Instead you mind yourself and allow a resigned sigh to escape you. A single syllable dripped from your lips as you did so, and you could feel the tension in the room spike. Your shoulders hunch, waiting in anticipation when the first droplets of cool liquid hit your skin.

“YOU DID NOT!” you shriek, dropping the paint roller and rubbing your hands to your backside, inspecting the residue. Your favorite color – the accent paint. “MOTHERFU—” the rest of your words die on your tongue as more paint splatters on you.

With a charged cry you rush at him, fully prepared to tackle your body into his like the defensive lineman you always knew you had inside you. Unfortunately for you, Kid’s height will always be his key advantage. With one hand he held you back by your forehead while with his other hand he shook the loaded paint stirrer over your body, covering you in very expensive paint.

“I’M GONNA DESTROY YOU!!” you cry out, only to be suddenly lifted under your thighs in his strong arms.

Kid presses your back flat against the back wall and shuts you up with a hard press of his lips against yours. Grinning into the kiss, he enjoys the way you melt into his touch as you kiss him back. During your fervent make out he pushed you up and around the wall in what seemed like lust-filled frenzy.

Turns out he was making wall art.

You stare wide-eyed at the mess he made by pressing your paint splattered body against the wall. Your own face smeared in red from his lipstick that he trails down your neck as you wordlessly gaze at the wall.

“I dunno, you showed me your Pinterest board and while it looked nice, I think this looks better,” he whispers in your ear.

You turn to face him, “You’re a dumb bitch if you think I’m letting you leave it this way.” The pout on his face is both too adorable and also too sad to look at. “Oh my goooodd, fine let’s fix it together.”

A small smile on his lips, he stood next to you as you quickly work together to finish the last wall. Taking a step back, he laces his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it.

“This domesticity shit ain’t so bad when I’m doing it with you, angel.”

[mandiemegatron]

I’m on your headdddddddd bestie!!!!

!!! Hi my honeybee !!! Munch munch 🥰💖✨️

How are you !! I hope you had a good day today ~

Come have some cookies, they're chocolate chunk sugar cookies 😎💖✨️

[icy-gendango]

Pose practice!

Bonus spicy:

Ayooo????

[hoofpeet]

Spice :]

[see-arcane]

considering it was the late 1800s, do you think Seward and VH are oblivious to Jonathan's watchfulness because Stoker couldn't justify writing Jonathan implying that "vampirism and blasphemy are fine if it's for Mina, actually" beyond his initial declaration? We don't seem to get much more of it directly from Jonathan's entries either after that, just by implication.

I wouldn't be surprised if that was a factor.

Considering all the very potent metaphors at work in the premise of 'God has denied love and protection to my beloved over X Violation and/or X State of Being which is beyond their control, and I have decided our love is more holy than any decision of the Almighty, and I would rather be a monster with her than shun/destroy her As Is the Righteous Thing to Do,' Stoker was already dancing on the edge of acceptability with Jonathan making his secret vow even once.

But thankfully, that single vow--and the adamant refusal to even pretend to make a new 'Yes honey, I will absolutely vampire martyr-murder you like a good Christian boy! God says it's chill just like it was for Lucy and everyone else Dracula has snacked on for untold centuries! God's will be done!'--likely flew over a lot of heads back in the day (as it does now) and simply landed in a lot of hearts with the more obvious factor of...

"Oh. He is literally willing to brave Hell and eternal damnation as the conscripted undead, possibly even cutting down his stake-wielding friends, just to protect and be with his beloved? ...That's kind of hot."

Especially during a period when romance was basically just a bonus to tack on to the Job of Being Married. Jonathan Harker is proven multiple times to be the un-Victorian Victorian man, running from the Brides (mistress stand-ins), happily letting his wife take the lead and holding her up as his equal until he's peer pressured out of it (which leads to dangerous consequences! Social mores fucked everything up! And He Only Follows New Directions with Mina's Approval Going Forward!), and now here's this romantic motherfucker ready to skin Dracula and French kiss the Devil so long as it sees his beloved safe and un-slaughtered, even if she isn't ~perfect and saintly and non-monstrous~.

Girls gays and goths of 1897 were definitely fanning themselves at the next tea party book club once they reached October 3rd.

Even without the ell gee bee tee undertones to glean from Stoker's own romantic leanings, the idea of 'selfish' personal love, of a mere human being, getting held up as more important than God, someone worth Hell, was extremely spicy to depict during that period. If Stoker had had Jonathan repeating himself over and over regarding his secret plans, it would have started to sound a bit like writing a smitten Poe protagonist. Which would also be sexy! But it'd risk taking some of the heroic shine off of him towards the end.

Better to let it hang over the narrative's neck in silence like an axe waiting to fall.

Or a kukri.

[fieriframes]

[Have.]

[quinloki]

Quin, my beloved precious amazing and absolutely stunning fren!!! Have any Fineapple thoughts to spare? It’s Marco hours always *longing sigh*

Hmmm... spare fineapple thots...

Ah, sometimes you'll see Marco's phoenix fire flare up even though you're not scratching him, and it's because he's healing you a little in bursts. Mending tiny friction tears and keeping you from chaffing.

You might be exhausted by the end of it, and your muscles might be sore for a day or two, but you're not going to ache in the places the bring you pleasure. There's not going to be a soft hiss of pain from you when he sinks into you slowly the next day.

He might have to manhandle you a little, muscles too tired to help much, but that's okay, he's got the stamina to spare to treat his sweet little bird well.

I also think the more you're together the more he likes to touch you. He's solid on communicating, even non-verbally, and he'll watch you as his hands wander more and more.

What starts as seemingly shy moments of brushing your fingers against one another while you're idling on the deck, turns into his hand lost deep in your thighs when you're at the mess hall having breakfast. Half the crew's too sleepy to realize what's going on and the other half's smart enough to not pay attention.

He could bend you over the table and take you right there, and gods he wants too, but you'd have to be begging him for it and he'd give the crew a minute to clear out. Whoever wanted to stay could, and whoever didn't want a show needed to move their own ass.

I don't think the crew just goes at it randomly like that as a rule, but I do feel like they're all pretty open and candid about it. It's not as rough and out in the open as it would be on, say, the Victoria, but there's no one that's really shy on the Moby. (Just so long as you're not anywhere Pops could walk in on your on accident, idk why but I feel like that's taboo as hell on that ship).

I just think he likes to use his hands more than anything else. Just having your skin against his fingers, or his fingers in your mouth, being able to curl them inside you and watch your eyes glaze over with pleasure. He just strikes me as very tactile - playing with your hair randomly, giving little squeezes and small hugs.

His affection is kind of similar to his demeanor - subtle and subdued most of the time, but fierce and passionate and unquenchable for sure.

[swampstew]

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔭

Thank you @icy-spicy for enabling my sloppy, slutty thots. What if Eustass Kid took you saying 'just the tip' seriously? Enjoy the not-proofed mayhem below.

Warning: spicy content 18+ only; Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; edging and slapping; penetration; creampie cause why not. WC: 744

Minors DNI.

“…you’re serious?!” you nod. “…Fine! Don’t you dare fuckin complain or beg for more cause I won’t break for you, brat!”

Eustass Captain Kid has not ever been known to actually follow through on such stupid requests. Just the tip? Are you fucking kidding? He’s got girth and length and you want him to ONLY give you the tip? Be careful what you wish for.

He has you naked and writhing under you in 5 minutes flat. He’s still dressed ofc. He’s taking his time and edging you on. He’s not pleased about your request and he’s making it abundantly clear. Pinching your nipples, hardly applying pressure with his thumb on your clit, thick fingers sliding up your slit but never pushing pass the entrance. Whines tumble from your lips and he ignores you.

You hear the sound of rustling clothes once he pulls back and you throb desperately. He laughs at you. Moving up your body, his engorged head prods at your lips demanding entrance. You comply and let him into your wet mouth. He lets out a pleased hum at the pleasure, allowing himself to be taken care of for a minute. He pops out of your mouth and with a sharp, stinging slap, his tip makes contact with your cheek. Laughing, he trails his body down yours. You can feel his cock pressing heavily between your tits – delivering similar strikes on your nipples as he did your cheek, dragging his cock down your belly, over your pelvis, and finally resting in between your lower lips.

Rubbing himself between your labia, your core flush against his veiny cock, he makes you suck his fingers while he ruts hits tip against your clit. Each motion shoots hot white pleasure through your body. Your hips try to keep up but he moves to pin your thighs down with his legs. Only he is allowed to stimulate you. The pressure he puts on your bundle of nerves is 10X the pressure he used with his thumb, leaving you gasping with tears running down your face. The heat builds up until you feel yourself release, the warmth spreading from your lower half down your legs as your muscles tighten, clit throbbing against his leaking tip. Your screaming is gagged by his fingers.

And he’s such an asshole that he does it three more times.

“Pl-please please put it in! I can’t take it! I neeeed your fat cock inside me!” you scream, a pathetic, whimpering mess. Just like he predicted.

“Nah. You said, ‘just the tip.’ And that’s all you’ll get,” he sneers, maroon lipstick smeared over his face, your face, your tits, your thighs and your pussy.

True to his word, that’s all you got. When you felt him push the angry red tip in your aching hole, you exhaled in relief as you expected the usual stretch of his girth to fill you up nice and deep. Until it didn’t. You could feel the thick, flared head stretch you open, feel the whole 2 inches of it sink into you until you felt the base of his shaft at your entrance, and then he pulled out.

“EUSTASS CAPTAIN K—!” your cry was cut short as he slapped the tip on your still throbbing clit.

“I told you not to complain!”

He thrusts in and out of you, angling himself upwards to hit your g-spot. Even with how little length he puts in you, he still manages to make your toes curl as he grinds into the spongy spot. Repeatedly. Never wavering from the spot and making you see them in your vision. Your screams, moans, and whimpers echo in the room as he makes you cum again and again.

You lost count of how many times you got off, you were nothing but a boneless pile of exhausted pleasure at his mercy. Barely brought back to the surface as Kid’s sweaty forehead plastered with his beautiful red hair is on yours, his breathing more than labored as he brings himself over the edge. Still only stimulating his tip, he uses your core to milk himself as he finally releases his pleasure with a low groan. It dribbles freely from your abused hole when he pulls out and lays on his back beside you with a tired sigh.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he quietly growled out besides you.

[icy-spicy-scalpel-gaming]

STRAY

Just started playing it and am loving the atmosphere!

[killercooksblog]

Hi, Killer! Happy Saturday!

Coming in hot wondering if you guys have ever considered doing a segment of going to a fair or amusement park and just tried every food available?

A day of sweets! Heavy treats! Nothing like a turkey leg in one hand and a funnel cake in the other!

STAY SWEET!

Hello Icy, thanks and I hope your saturday is going well!

Hmm that is definitely an idea. Although, Kid tends to get a little hyper during things like that, so maybe we'd have to bring the fair food to us. He bit through the last child leash...

I do like the idea of making such food as a challenge even though I tend to find it a bit oversaturated. If you've never seen a Youtube channel called Bon Apetite (I don't recommened it bc the producers suck and there is distinct wage and favor disparity amongst the chefs that are in the content), one person who left the channel, Claire Saffitz, would do food recreation content and it was my favorite thing in the world. She might even be releasing her own version of the segment on her youtube channel!

@ her so I can be on her channel for fair food!!! Make my sweet dreams come true

[aleks-chan]

TRICK OR TREAT

You get… a Chopper shaped treat!!!

[fieriframes]

[I tried. To let you know. Discomfort comes clearly.]

[quinloki]

You got games on your phone?

You trying to make me cry today?

I LOVE YOU! On my way to retrieve the Sun for you! The other stars ain’t enough!

Not many games, but I got some cats? Wanna see?

💖❤️🥰

[swampstew]

👀🤣💀

Damn Kid and I really lost karaoke huh🤡 lowkey don’t even remember with how trashed I was. Also who tf drew all over my goddamn face?!?

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

TRIPLE LUTZ ON THESE SLUTS CAUSE I LIKE IT ROUGH