#spicy starter

[crownprincebhav]

🌶️ Spicy Starter 🌶️ based on this (n$fw image) for @divasofaladonia

"Oh Ezthos's thighs," Bhav curses and growls as one hand slide up Dorian's naked back and tangles in his hair. The crown prince of Nok has to close his eyes briefly, the visual of that exquisite ass in those ripped briefs, undulating against his pelvis was almost too much to conscience.

He knew that they didn't have all that much time. The castle was swarming with activity, and this quiet corner alcove of a tower would only be empty for so long. Reaching underneath the gentleman-in-waiting, he wrestle the man's prick free of his garments and picks up the pace of his thrusting. He hears movement on the floor below, and laughs, asking "how did you convince me to do this, again?"

[findafight]

Kinda want to write a one-sided ronance post S4 au (within a fix it obvs) where the older teens start actually hanging out and Stobin (eventually + Vickie)confuse literally everyone. They greet each other with cheek kisses, call each other babe (or "Stevie Baby". Listen. Robin calls him bud or buddy or bub or bubba or babe and it's like why so many B's?? Argyle is vibing with it though and joins the bud train) and one time at two in the morning had a coordinated ramble about the names of the cats they will eventually get. (Sassafras, moonshine, and Garborator)

Nancy and Steve haven't really talked about anything, other than Steve saying "hey. I'm sorry if whatever I said weirded you out. I was definitely a bit delirious and Robin and Eddie AND Dustin were all making comments about winning you back or whatever which is stupid, you made it clear where you stood with me. Which wasn't with me. That's fine. and like. Okay yeah when we were together I'd daydream about you being beside me in the motorhome but thats-- it was a daydream. I was sort of thinking I was gonna die and. I wanted to share a little dream that made me happy. And then got everything confused in my head and made it weird and I'm sorry. what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry for being weird and making things uncomfortable. I'm over you. I loved you then, and you were my first real love, and maybe if things were different I could love you like that again but. But neither of us want that or the same things out of life. And we'd crash and burn again. Plus you and Jonathan are together which is a non-starter. Cannot believe I forgot that when it was happening. Jesus. So. Yeah. Sorry for being not a great friend and hitting on you in the Upside Down." And Nancy had nodded and told him not to worry about it. He had been sort of bleeding out and planning on going back into the upside down. They could both be normal about it.

Sometimes Nancy and Robin try to have "girl time" at Nancy's suggestion because they're the only girls in the older group (sometimes. But Robin is not going to let that slip out) but it's awkward without a buffer. Robin is too nervous and rambles and Nancy is too annoyed by it. But they do get on well in group settings, and Steve and Argyle are actually the keenest to smooth over any awkwardness.

Robin laughs more with the group, and grins at Steve and smirks at Eddie and has a sharp tongue Nancy can admire. She's more comfortable with Steve around, insisting he sit beside her or on the ground in front of her so she can play with his hair. (And Nancy is shocked the first time she sees it, because Steve was notoriously protective of his "best feature", but she'd asked and he'd hummed quietly as she takes her fingers through his hair and put tiny, lopsided braids in it.) It's nice to see Robin less jumpy, and wonders what it would take to see more of the side of her Nancy only sees when Steve's around. She just wants to get closer to Robin. Wants a friend.

And somehow, beyond Nancy's notice, Steve and Robin's friend Vickie slowly joins the group. She wasn't involved at all in the spring, but has been hanging around Family Video and a movie night or two often enough that when she settles more permanently in the group it isn't a very big surprise. Eddie and Argyle welcome her in with open arms, Jonathan is only his normal amount of weary of new people, and obviously Robin and Steve are excited for their friends to be friends.

But it just doesn't sit right with Nancy. She can't pinpoint why, it just doesn't. When she sees Robin and Vickie giggling together, or having some back and forth banter that seems to feed into both of them smiling, or Steve throwing his arm over her shoulder, or Vickie leaning into Robin's space as they talk. She always sits beside Robin, Steve on the other, with Eddie beside him. It's usually a tight fit for whatever couch they're on, but the four seem happy as clams to not have any personal space. Once Argyle decided to lay across all their laps, and they just...let him. Finangled themselves so everyone was mostly comfortable.

Nancy figures she is uncomfortable with it because she hasn't ever had a close friend since Barb, and was possibly hoping she could be close to Robin along those lines. So seeing her so close with the others and mildly uncomfortable around her hurt, and seeing her and Steve incorporate someone unversed in the Upside Down into their little trauma club also hurt. Because what did Vickie have that Nancy didn't? That made Steve and Robin and now Eddie stick to her like glue? That made them want her there when she didn't know anything about what they'd been through and could probably never understand?

What made Vickie Summers so special that she's taken what should have been Nancy's place beside her friends? Because that's what really bothered her. It wasn't that Vickie didn't know, it's that Nancy felt she took her place. That Nancy wanted to be where Vickie was, and she didn't know how to ask for it. Asking, trying to talk about how Steve and Robin had bonded so well after Starcourt while she ignored them and then how they bonded with and absorbed Eddie halfway into their bizarre dynamic after vecna, would feel too much like begging or admitting that she isn't quite sure how to make friends.

Nancy is jealous. Jealous that she isn't friends like Vickie and Eddie and Steve and Robin are. That she isn't the one making Robin smile and giggle so cutely. So. She tries harder. Tries to be the friend that Robin and Eddie and even Steve deserve. She tries not to be annoyed by Robin rambling (it really isn't that bad, just. Not relevant. She likes heading Robin's voice, but thinks she could really work on having a filter.), or the way Steve always asks clarifying questions when he should really have known better, or Eddie talking half in different character voices. She thinks it's getting better, her relationship with them. But, still, Vickie is always there, glued to Robin's side almost as much as Steve is, and that always annoys Nancy. Niggles at her brain, that she doesn't deserve to be there because she didn't know what Robin had lived through and fought. Nancy did.

Eventually, Nancy figures out that she wants more from Robin. Doesn't want to be a friend she smiles at occasionally, wants to be the reason she smiles all the time. And that's terrifying. Because Nancy had never considered liking girls, never thought liking girls was a thing she could do. It was something other women did, not Nancy. She liked boys and always had, but. But maybe she always liked girls...too. maybe it wasn't something she that was one or the other. Being different in a town like Hawkins puts a target on your back, being queer in a town like Hawkins even moreso.

She's leaving Hawkins in the fall. But she thinks she wants someone to come home to. She wants Robin to come home to. Robin and Steve seem to be okay with it, from what she can glean of some veiled comments they've made that she's only caught now she's looking for them. They've made some remarks around the kids that make it seem like they'd be safe to come to, no matter what. And sometimes, some of the comments Robin makes about actresses seem a little...well. admiring.

They probably, hopefully, wouldn't hate her for this. And now Nancy and Robin have a friendship, she thinks she can. It's early July, and Nancy is going to ask Robin out.

She gets her alone, bites her lip, and asks Robin in no uncertain terms to go out on a date with her. Robin stares, mouth agape.

"oh," she says.

Nancy smiles, a little. "Yeah. So. What do you say?"

Robin blinks, and takes a shuddering breath. "Oh my god. I. Nancy I'm really flattered but I'm no-i dont- uhg. I'm dating someone." she groans, rubbing her hands over her face.

And oh. Nancy read the situation wrong "oh. Steve. It's fine! You don't like girls, thats--thats totally fine! Id just, um. That is,-"

Robin waves her hands. "No, no! I'm not dating Steve! You clocked me correctly. Definitely gay! Don't worry about that! Hah."

Something in Nancy twists. "Oh?"

"yeah. Yep. Not only am I a lesbian in a small town, I'm a lesbian in a small town that somehow also has a girlfriend." Robin says the word dreamily. Like she still can't believe it. Nancy's brain fills with static. She was too late. Too caught up with how she missed so many chances in the past, that she missed her chance now.

But Robin keeps talking. "And, like. Even if I didn't, I don't think it would have worked between us anyways. Too different, y'know?"

"what?"

Robin gestures with her hands between them. "Well, like. I like being your friend. But, I mean, I wouldn't date you?"

"why not?"

Blinking, Robin tilts her head. "Because of Steve?"

Something bubbles hot in Nancy. "What the fuck does Steve have to do with wether or not we would date?"

"Nancy. Steve's my best friend." As though that explains anything.

"yes? And?"

Robin looks uncomfortable, shifting sideways. "listen, Nancy. You're a good friend. And I've just rejected you. Maybe we should just. Ah. Leave this? I'm really sorry. I'll give you some space, just find me when you're ready?"

"no. What do you mean that we couldn't date because Steve is your best friend? Why would that have any effect on how you date?"

"it doesn't! Not really! Just. Nancy, you broke his heart. His soft, squishy heart! You kinda sorta cheated on him-details very unclear-and then just. Moved on. Pretended like nothing happened. I couldn't do that to Steve. Dating a friend's ex is a bad move. Dating an ex that broke a friend's heart is just cruel." She sighs. Looks sad. As though she isn't the one rejecting Nancy and tearing her apart for how a relationship ended almost two years ago. What did that matter, now? "You're my friend, Nancy. I like you! But even if Steve has moved on, forgiven and forgotten, and if things were a bit different given his full support for us dating if that's what I wanted, I think I'll always remember how he-- how much it hurt him."

"oh"

"I'm. Nancy I'm really sorry. I know how scary it is to put yourself out there, especially like this. It's not fair. I'm just sorry. But. It was true. Steve's the most important person to me. I couldn't ever hurt him. Not like that. Not even if he said he was fine with it."

Nancy stands and walks away. She doesn't cry until she locks her bedroom door.

[just--some--prompts]

Sentence/Conversation Starters:

Random things my friends and I have said over the years on Discord

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

✦ — Person A: “Something on my face?” Person B: “Yeah it's called being too handsome, now stop it.”

✧ — "Two cups of chicken broth, two cups of heavy cream, and then add the lego's–"

✦ — Person A: -makes struggling noises- Person B: "Are you ok?" Person A: "Nope" Person B: "Ok then"

✧ — "Don't shoot me! I'm pleasantly thick!"

✦ — "You’re starting another cult. You bitch."

✧ — Person A: "I’m allergic to honey because I’m allergic to beeeeeeees." Person B: "That's… not how it works?"

✦ — "You were here, you were our side hoe!"

✧ — "The hetero's are upsetero."

✦ — "Why does he not have clothes!?"

✧ — Person A: "We're not clean in the eyes of God." Persona B: "You're not clean in the eyes of your bathtub. How can you be clean in the eyes of God?"

✦ — "Consent is hot when you're fucking my life"

✧ — Person A: "You tire me" Person B: "Then go to bed"

✦ — "You were so far in the closet you were finding Christmas presents from 4 years ago!"

✧ — "I want... to put a pop-tart in his mouth. Do you like smores'?"

✦ — "Life of crime? Naw. Life of shaking ass? Sure."

✧ — Person B: "You're the opposite of a friendly boy." Person A: "What's the opposite of a friendly boy?" Person B: "A bitch."

✦ — -takes a fighting stance- “I'm ready to bite yo ass"

✧ — "People not talking to me? Ideal."

✦ — "You are all a burden upon my shoulders"

✧ — Person C: “Ima eat yo fucking al dente ass ligaments u Italian deviant” Person B: “You're welcome to. End my meat lineage.”

✦ — "Lol, simping for some sleep"

✧ — "Cucked for a soft pillow"

✦ — "Get cucked consciousness"

✧ — Person A: -struggles to breathe- Person B: "Breathe" Person A: "Who needs air?" Person B: "You need air to survive." Person A: "Debatable…" Person B: ".......shut up"

✦ — "I like my men like I like my food...  Genetically modified."

✧ — “Bitch, you got crabs?”

✦ — Person A: “Suc-Fuck you!” Person B: “You were gonna say suck.” Person C: “You were gonna say suck,” -Person C leans in closer- “that’s kinda gay bro.”

✧ — Person A: "So what are y’all talkin about?" Person B: "Uh... we were talking about gender reveals but with spaghetti"

✦ — "It's a millennial thing innit? Eatin' ass?"

✧ — "I'd stuff my face with you."

✦ — “Screams in slut, what!?”

✧ — Persona A: “I’m not mad.” Person B: “Don’t lie.” Person A: “Shut your whore mouth!”

✦ — -hands slam down on table- "They’ve had sex together!!!!"

✧ — "Rip in shit, binch. Sloshed and forgotten."

✦ — “This is how I die. Tell people it was something cool and not spicy egg salad.”

✧ — Person B: "You don't eat your phalanges [Person A]. Rookie mistake."

✦ — "When the Campbell's chunky take chunk out of you."

✧ — "Excuse me, Ma'am, can you put down a wet floor sign? You're a bit of a hazard."

✦ — "My gamer arthritis is making it hard for me to hold my wife's hand"

✧ — "Is this roller camping? .............I'm gonna fuck your mom."

✦ — Person A: "I struggle with his emotions–" Person C: "So does he."

✧ — "I thought by ‘squirt’ you meant that the clowns had venom sacks."

✦ — "We learned our lesson, don't convert–"

✧ — "You fed me eggs, now the government can track my location!!!"

✦ — Person C: "Anyway, back to the topic at hand–" Person B: "God, I wish his throat was under my hand–what?"

[love-toxin]

Can you do werewolf Steve in heat and “the second we’re alone you’re mine” ?

ellie's halloween sentence starters!

xi. "The second we're alone, you're mine." 

(cws: werewolf steve, heat cycles, drinking/alcohol, oral, breeding kink, squirting, teeny bit of degradation, aggressive mating instincts, fem reader)

It was quite the easy costume this year--if not a little on the nose. Your cape swishes about your knees, red as the maraschino cherry in your drink, and you sip it knowing that this is probably one of the only times of the year that you'll be out and about with your boyfriend at your side.

Steve's different now. The Upside Down changed him mentally, of course, because who wouldn't have PTSD after all the things he witnessed? But the physical changes have been more disruptive, and you're certain he struggles with them more himself than you could ever imagine. He can't often brave the world outside when it's so hard to hide his appearance, but tonight, you've got the opportunity to let loose a little and have some fun. Nobody would question Steve's fluffy ears or his tail swishing behind him at this party, nor the even more excessive furriness of his already hairy chest--because tonight, Halloween reigns supreme, and all the attention your boyfriend has garnered has been nothing but good. You've overheard the "sweet costume, dude!"s and "you two are so cute, Steve!"s for the past hour, but the man that's disappeared to get another drink hasn't said much in response. He's just been looking at you over the lip of his cup, draining one after another while you stand and chat with your friends.

"Hey," Your gaze snaps away from Robin in her little witch costume, and Nancy with her hair primped up to mimic Sandy Olsson, to watch your boyfriend stagger over and sling a heavy arm around your shoulders while slurring in your ear. "Gimme kiss,"

Steve's already leaning in, breath hot and foggy on your skin, and grazes your lips with a drunken smooch just long enough to get a taste before you're pushing him gently off of you. He's not usually this touchy in public, when he's in public at all--he may be drunk, but it's weird of him even still, because he's never been like that with you. You keep batting his hands away as they try to cup your cheek, slip under your cloak, and trying to keep up your conversation with the girls to no avail. And just as you're getting the most frustrated-

"The second we're alone, you're mine."

-He drops that bomb on you. The growl of his voice warns you exactly of what's gearing up to happen, and you're sure that if you don't get Steve out of here soon, he's going to throw you down and fuck you right in the middle of this party.

So you say a quick goodbye, both Nancy and Robin falling silent and taking knowing sips of their drinks as you manhandle your boyfriend out of the living room, and watching your back as you push him past your confused hosts and out the front door of the house. His car isn't far, but neither are you from him.

"S'what I'm talkin' about," He mouths at your cheek, grinning with canines far too sharp for any human, his hand slipping down your ass. "Right on the front porch..."

"Keep moving!" You hiss, not bothering to move that hand away even though he's groping you in full view of the windows. You push and pull and yank him all the way down to the curb, your head jerking from side to side to try and spot his car--and when you don't, you panic, a shaky string of curses escaping you as you desperately try to think of a plan better than the bushes. Your own body is starting to become uncooperative now, too, and you have to clench your thighs together almost like you have to pee to try and keep the pressure at bay. You spend so much time with Steve and his other unsuccessful attempts at breeding you, so your body has become accustomed to sensing your....mate's....needs. It still feels weird to refer to him as that.

Your savior ends up tapping you on the shoulder, his voice soft and quiet like he's trying not to make his presence too known.

"Eddie?" You whisper incredulously, your eyes dropping to spot the rustling around his pocket as he stuffs something green into it--something like a wad of cash, which is the only reason he would be at a party like this, or a party at all. Despite being your close friend and thus always having an invitation whether people want him there or not, like tonight, he usually just hangs around outside with a cigarette and a lunchbox full of drugs to sell. He looks a little disheveled himself, but not like Steve does, and with a shared glance he finally jerks his thumb towards the end of the curb where his van is parked rather conspicuously.

"Oh, Eddie, I-"

"Just clean up whatever mess you make," He sighs, both of you hating how much he's aware of like he's looking straight through you. Steve growls softly by your arm, and that's Eddie's cue to back away for fear of what his friend's possessive instincts will do to him if he hangs around you too long. "And keep wolfie here from tearing up my seats."

He disappears with a smile full of sympathy back around the side of the house, but not before he presses his keys into your palm and flicks his curly hair over his shoulder as he walks. Eddie's shockingly understanding for someone so picky, but then again, Steve did save his life, so-

"You smell so fuckin' good..."

You've got no time to think about it any more. Steve's gonna be ready to pop at any moment, and the fact that he can't stop drooling and getting it all over your mary janes as you hurry down the sidewalk is more than evident of that. You're able to hustle fast enough to tug open the back door of Eddie's van, shaded on the corner by a streetlight that's burned out, but it's not fast enough for your boyfriend. You feel yourself being lifted up off your toes as soon as you turn to tell him to get in, and he throws you back to land relatively softly on the mess of blankets and a pillow Eddie's stored back there for impromptu road trips with the gang.

Your world spins for a second, the door shutting hard and locking quickly in the meanwhile, and when you sit up to say your piece a hand pushes on your chest and pins you back against the floor.

"Steve-"

"Thought I was good," He mumbles, his pants falling victim to his strong and frantic fingers as he hurries to get them down, if not off completely. "Scent's too strong.."

"S'okay, baby," You whisper back, threading both hands through his hair and coming to rest on his fuzzy ears. "Just do what feels good. Get it all out."

"You're too good for me," He whines, pitiful and soft, but hungry. "Lift the skirt up. Flip over."

It shouldn't feel so lewd when Steve's already so intimately aware of all your skin and bones from the inside out, but it is, the simple act of flipping up your skirt and turning on to your belly while your boyfriend picks up your cape and pushes it aside. He loved the idea of your Red Riding Hood costume before you even put it on. You could wiggle your panties down your legs to get them out of the wsy yourself, but Steve makes short work of them and yanks them down in one tug without stopping to admire how they cling to your soft, slick flesh. His hands come to rest on the backs of your thighs, slowly inching them apart with time he doesn't have to spare--and he dips his head between them, leading you to jolt in shock and a squeak when his tongue flicks out to taste you.

"Oh! Steve-! Y-You don't have to-"

"Shut up," He threatens, eyes flickering with lust in the rearview mirror. Eating you out is no surprise, but the way he's doing it from...from behind...that is. He wastes no time burying his face in deep, tongue making you feel so small with the way it laves over you in short, quick strokes, and Steve gulps like he's drinking you up from a cup--and he is, because you're just getting wetter and wetter the more attention he pays to your pussy. You could swear it's like his best friend, he treats her so nice.

Steve moans into you, gasps for air with each pseudo-delicate kiss placed on your clit, and you can tell by the way the van is starting to sway that he must be humping against the floor while he does so. He's so hungry, so in need, and yet he never fails to spare the time to make you feel like a princess. A dirty princess maybe, but a princess nonetheless.

"Gotta fuck you," He huffs with one last suck for everything you've got left, and leaves your hips to drop and shiver against the floor once he sits up and stops bracing them up. The slick, shucking sounds behind you let you know he's readying himself up, aided in part with a swipe of two fingers through your soaked folds to lube himself up even more. He's always so much more swollen during that time of the month--a lot harder to fit inside sometimes, if he's not careful. "Hit me if it hurts."

He always says that, and it never does. Steve's not a masochist (that you know of) but he's always told you not to be gentle if he does something you don't like. If he needs to be shoved, kicked, pinched, or punched, you have free reign to do all of the above to get his attention so he'll stop, because in times like these, speaking up doesn't always get through that haze of desire that sparks up so strongly in the full moon.

"G-God, I need a trim....sorry sweetheart...might feel weird..." He groans, the warm, velvety tip aching at your entrance to be welcomed in--and in a long, deep stroke, Steve's burying inches and inches inside you and gasping so loud he has to brace his hand between your shoulder blades for balance. It does feel weird, Stevie's thick, wiry bush scraping along your behind and granting you a slight tickle to your clit when they touch, but his hair is a part of him and it certainly doesn't make you less wet for him when it feels so thick and manly pressed up against you. And aside from that, you can feel the weight of his tail wagging when he starts to rear his hips back for a thrust, and you know it's straightening out like a rod and his ears are twitching when he drops his full weight on top of you and sinks like a stone all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck!" He cries, his other hand slamming into the side of the van--not out of frustration, but ecstasy. The way Steve reacts when he's fucking you makes you feel like some kind of sex god, the way he loses all composure and throws every ounce of strength into beating your holes raw, just like he's doing right now. Each one pins you to the floor, he doesn't even need his other hand to hold you there anymore, and Steve bends over far enough that you can feel his chest hair folding into his pecs as his squishes his chest into your back. Any remaining space doesn't remain space for long, not when Steve wants to be so deep inside you you're practically indistinguishable from each other.

"Shit, knot's already coming," Steve warns after a few more thrusts, each one harder and deeper than the last. He's bruising you on every one but you don't care, just as long as he's getting out all that pent up aggression from his heat rolling in--and as long as he keeps putting pressure on that spot inside you that you swear makes your clit jolt with pleasure each time it's pressed from the inside. Thank god you don't have to piss, because you would've done so already with how rough he's being...but there's another feeling bubbling up, a need that keeps growing and growing until you can feel the coil inside you bending hard enough to snap. "I can feel it, fuck, I can feel it baby...this'll be it, this'll be the time I fucking knock you up..."

Steve throws his head back again to gurgle out a string of intense curses, before it drops back down and that fluffy mane of hair rubs against your cheek as he seals his lips against your skin. That familiar churning in the lowest area of your stomach drags your attention away from the teeth nibbling at your skin, and you can feel Steve's hips slowing, your body's grip around him tightening and squeezing taut until it's almost too much to bear--and then one good, deep thrust fits him all the way inside, and his knot is pressed all the way up against your womb. Right where it should be.

"St-Stevie.." Your whimpers luckily reach his fluffy ears, and he nuzzles your cheek while turning his head to plant a kiss there. He won't move until it's softened completely, and those clear spurts of precum make way for pumps of milky seed as he he keeps emptying his balls inside you.

"My princess..." He moans into your ear, a smile following it up with chuckles from both of you. But you can feel it when it drops, and he snarls. "Gonna make you fucking squirt for me. Think you can get away without cumming?"

Both hands come up to drag you down further on his cock, knot squishing up against your tender cervix as if he could stick it inside if he tried hard enough. He's making proper sure that you're stuck--and only then do his hands descend, making a beeline for your puffy clit that's been ravaged by his body hair. He touches it gently, pushes it between the fingers on each hand, and plays with it so carefully the lack of pressure actually makes you squirm more. So much time without him rubbing you there has built up a dam, and within seconds of him granting you that gloriously firm pressure you were so antsy for, your brain drops into your feet and you can't conjure up any thought to save your life. Not even the preventative ones to keep you from screaming Steve's name for all the passersby to hear, and he doesn't stop you either, because nothing satiates those possessive instincts better than for Steve to hear his mate sob for him when he couldn't be any closer to you.

His touches have led to you soaking him from the waist down and matting his hair down to stick to his skin, and your beautiful body has sucked out so much of what he's been saving up that it's dribbling into a pool beneath you--and you both know how pissed Eddie's gonna be when you fail to scrub that stain out, but it won't dampen the sweet kisses Steve peppers you with and the praise for being such a darling girl for him as you both come down from the high of a successful rut. You're the best. The best mate he could ever ask for.

[spxcymxmxs]

M/M Spicy Gif Starters

1A   1B   1C   2A   2B   2C

3A   3B   3C   4A   4B   4C

5A   5B   5C   6A   6B   6C

7A   7B   7C   8A   8B   8C

9A   9B   9C  10A  10B  10C

11A  11B  11C  12A  12B  12C

13A  13B  13C  14A  14B  14C

15A  15B  15C  16A  16B  16C

17A  17B  17C  18A  18B  18C

19A  19B  19C  20A  20B  20C

21A  21B  21C  22A  22B  22C

23A  23B  23C  24A  24B  24C

25A  25B  25C  26A  26B  26C

27A  27B  27C  28A  28B  28C

29A  29B  29C  30A  30B  30C

[general-kalani]

{ Open starter based on what I wrote here }

Finally, time alone for each other. Hard to keep their relationship a secret when they could barely handle being away from each other for more than a day.

And feeling frisky at a time like this... Well, it meant that closing the door surely meant they weren't meant to be disturbed.

Sitting on the desk, Cobbs had one leg over one of Grants hips. A grin on his face as one hand was placed onto his shoulder. "Waiting for an invitation?"

A tease, a dangerous game they danced with each other.

Grants mouth went down to the exposed neck barely peeking out above the collar of the shirt Cobbs wore. A sigh, a tilt of the head...

And then caught the eye of someone looking through a door.

Time to scramble and act casual.

[taropolarbear]

Totodile learns [EMBER]!!

[scr4n]

Spicy Chicken Wings 🔥

[crownprincebhav]

🌶️Spicy Starter 🌶️ based on this (n$fw image) for @ofswordandcrowns

Until very recently, Bhavan had never taken much notice of mature men, rougher men, or bigger men than himself. Always knowing that he would be slated to marry a prince to make his queen, he tended to look in those directions most. Even the common-born flames he enjoyed in the brothels tended to be about his age or a little younger. Tended to be more wiry than bulky. Yet since he and his retinue had had to cross into Dele by horse, things had been different. Particularly with Rider Magnus.

Once, through particularly dense tree cover, the man had opted to ride a horse instead of his dragon; just in case of bandits. The Crown Prince had been very relieved that this security measure was short-lived; riding the rest of way to Dele watching the big man's ass clenching in those leather pants would have been very uncomfortable.

When they had stopped for their midday break and Bhav wandered off "to take a piss", Magnus had accompanied him. The prince had really wanted to stroke his cock to relieve some of the tension, but if the dragon rider insisted, who was he to spare the man's modesty. He had expected that when he extracted his fat cock from his breeches and started stroking, Magnus would take the hint and leave. The dragon rider paused and in that pause, Bhav said with exasperation, “By all means, you may leave or drop to your knees and satisfy what you inspired,”

In response, Magnus had knelt down and surprised his prince instead. Now, Bhav was looking down and watching the way that the rider skillfully used his mouth on his balls, never breaking eye contact. Tentatively, because the man could kill him easily, Bhav rested his hands on the man's shoulders to balance himself. "I had no idea you were so talented, Magnus..."

[mysterymanjoseph]

Morning Shower: mysterymanjoseph and sexierthanaman

Joseph likes a morning shower, makes the day start off great. But, Stacey sure knows how to take that simple pleasure up a thousand levels. His member is full and ready due to her attentions, and he has to be careful to not lose his balance because of being distracted. He says, "You do realize Stacey, you woke him up, you are going to have to make him go back to sleep again?"

@sexierthanaman

[devilfated]

please give this a like for a christmas starter :-) mutuals only. multis pls specify muse

[love-toxin]

👉👈 b-billy hargrove with the "stupid fucking slut" sentence starter prompt 🥺🥺🥺

ellie's sentence starter prompts

xxvi - "Stupid fucking slut--don't you ever embarrass me like that again."

(cws: fem reader, drunk sex, car sex, creampie, degradation)

Billy's car is a sacred space. It's where he can go to clear his head on long drives, where you and him can talk and kiss and do things you'd never dare do in your houses, and it's where you and Max can sing your favourite songs as loud and as obnoxiously as you can just to make him roll his eyes on the drives home from school. Just to tease him.

This kind of teasing, though....you knew where it could go, and that's exactly where it went. Billy had dragged you by the scruff of your neck all the way out to the car after you'd run your mouth, thrown you in haphazardly, yanked your flimsy shorts down as hard as he could manage, and now you're here. Wet and aching and gasping for breath, your back sticking to the leather seats in his backseat as he grips your legs around his hips.

"Billy, they can see-" You're cut off by his lips smashing against yours, the drunken haze having washed over both of you as the party had dragged on. Billy is a lot drunker, though, on account of how much he likes to show off with his "Californian" way of drinking.

"Shut up," He huffs against your lips, before sitting back up to tug himself to attention. Not that he needs the extra help--he's been rock hard and needy the whole night, stuck to your side and only breaking away for a piss, a smoke, and a keg stand. So it's in part your fault for not making sure he was out of earshot when you started running your mouth, although you know now that the alcohol was definitely another part of it.

In retrospect, it was quite the harmless comment. You had just been giggling about how Billy always demands cuddles after sex to some girls you had met, your lips loose and pride swelling your chest at having the hottest and sweetest guy on your arm, unaware that he had just sauntered up behind you as the words left your mouth. Your insistence that he's so cute and likes to cling to you like a little monkey as he sleeps certainly didn't help you either.

"Stupid fucking slut--don't you ever embarrass me like that again."

His back stiffens as he sinks into you, hands grabbing for purchase on the backs of your knees to keep them stretched out, both of them nearly touching your shoulders for him to keep you completely open. Nothing can get in the way when he's already spreading you apart, listening for every whine and drunken babble of how big he is to inflate that already massive ego.

"So fucking dumb. Gonna cry about how mean I am? Huh?" His mocking is too hot to hurt, it's too true, and your voice comes out a sobbing whimper rather than words when he breaches that tight, soft spot as deep inside you as he can get. But he doesn't stop like he usually does, doesn't dip his head down to kiss you and ask if "you like it like that" cause he knows you do, he just wants you to say it. Instead, he opts for rearing his hips back and absolutely violating your cunt with a thrust so hard and deep that it pounds the only breath you have from your lungs and leaves you gasping for air. Your hands grapple at his back for something to grab and keep you steady, yet it only sharpens his thrusts when your nails drag harsh, red lines down his flesh and the pain sparks a groan out of his mouth. "Can't wait to feel these fuckin' burn in the shower tomorrow."

As he says it, he rolls his shoulders out like he's just warming up--and he is, unluckily for the lower half of your body. Billy's hips bash yours on every thrust like he's trying to get as deep as he possibly can, exchanging the slow sweetness he would usually use for this occasion in favour of a pace that stretches you so thin you feel you might fold so far you break beneath him. And he'd probably keep going until you finished.

"Billy!" Your cries accompany his harsh grunts, necklace swinging back to hit his chest as he doesn't slow his rhythm. He completely dwarfs you, body hunched over yours like he's shielding you from the whole world, like everyone but him.

"Scream like that, they'll hear you. Fuckin' whore." A hand comes down on your throat, but it stays there for barely a few moments before he's using it to steady himself as he kisses you.

"Like that, huh? Like bein' a good fuck for me? Stuff those fingers 'n your pussy to be all loose f'r me?" The one hand you have that isn't pinned travels shakily down your body, between your tits, between your legs--and Billy stops it, muttering a "Didn't tell you to, stupid" while swatting it away to replace your fingers with his on your clit. Even drunk, he can manipulate that little button of yours better than you thought was possible, and doesn't pay any mind to your shrieks and screams of wasted ecstasy as he rubs you into your first orgasm of the night. Keeps moaning out those orders of "cum, cum for me, cum on me" until your vision whites out and your head lolls back as your body takes the brunt of the pleasure overload. It's not like Billy's slowing down to ease you out and back in again, he fucks you through it with so much vigor you know it's because he's getting close himself.

Body tensing up, sweat dripping and falling against your own skin, muscles straining to keep him upright, to keep fucking you--these are all the signs you know point towards him losing his battle on holding out, and he clearly does when he collapses on top of you and crushes you beneath him so you can't wiggle away. Can't even move your hips an inch with him inside you, trapping you against his seats, his lips pinning yours to swallow his moans and yours as he lets loose the thickest load you might have ever gotten, courtesy of him. Billy fills you up, grinds it into you to keep it all there, and when he pulls out, you reward him with a drawn-out whimper at how his cum pools and puddles like it'll spill out with the slightest provocation. And it does--with help from Billy's fingers swishing around inside you, pressing deep and curling against those sore walls to see his seed leak out of you and soak his hand down to the wrist.

"...Fuckin' made a mess...you do that again, I'll make you lick it up." He mutters, extracting himself from you eventually once he's made up for the aches and pain and cramps with enough kisses to steal all your breath away. And while he tries to warn you about making a fool out of him ever again, you're already in another world, in your own head and lost in your own hazy thoughts--so he doesn't bother. A whisper that he loves you, a pat to get you dry, and his jacket thrown over your naked body to protect your innocence as he drives you home, that's enough for you for now. He'll have much more to say when neither of you are too drunk to....well, at least less drunk than you are now.

[spxcymxmxs]

M/F Spicy Gif Starters

1A   1B   1C   2A   2B   2C

3A   3B   3C   4A   4B   4C

5A   5B   5C    6A   6B   6C

7A   7B   7C   8A   8B   8C

9A   9B   9C    10A  10B  10C

11A  11B  11C   12A  12B  12C

13A  13B  13C   14A  14B  14C

15A  15B  15C   16A  16B  16C

17A  17B  17C   18A  18B  18C  

19A  19B  19C   20A  20B  20C

21A  21B  21C   22A  22B  22C 

23A  23B  23C   24A  24B  24C

25A  25B  25C   26A  26B  26C

27A  27B  27C   28A  28B  28C

29A  29B  29C   30A  30B  30C

31A  31b  31C  32A  32b  32C

[tvrningout]

tbh every time i think to reblog a spicy meme, i worry it's just too much to have on the dash so i end up folding my hands and sitting here like yeah. nvm. ASDF

[peddling-rp-memes]

BDSM Starter List

For muses that want a little more than the average prompt list provides. Everything is explicitly consensual; don't kinkshaming, kinksame. Send your prompt with a ♡ to reverse roles, feel free to combine prompts. Remember to specify for multimuse!

Blade : sender takes a knife to receiver's skin and draws blood.

Brand : sender presses heated metal to receiver's bare skin.

Chains : sender shackles receiver to an object (the wall/bed/etc.)

Chaste : sender fixes a chastity device (cock cage, chastity belt) onto receiver.

Crop : sender uses a riding crop on receiver.

Cross : sender straps receiver into a saint andrew's cross, holding them vertically spread eagle.

Direct : sender watches receiver masturbate while telling them what to do.

Double : sender penetrates receiver with their cock/strap and a toy, or with two toys.

Freeze : sender applies ice to receiver's bare skin.

Gloves : sender uses vampire gloves on receiver.

Good : receiver is fitted with petplay gear for sender.

Hood : sender wears a gimp hood.

Hush : sender fixes a ball gag or muzzle onto receiver.

Latex : sender wears a piece of latex (gloves, briefs, pants, bodysuit, etc.)

Machine : receiver is strapped into a sex machine while sender is free to watch the show- or participate.

Many : sender overstimulates receiver with multiple orgasms.

Mouth : sender fixes a spider/ring gag onto receiver, holding their mouth open.

No : sender denies receiver orgasm.

Ring : sender puts a cockring on receiver.

Pins : sender pushes pins through receiver's bare skin.

Sit : sender uses receiver as human furniture.

Sounding : sender uses a sounding round on receiver.

Stocks : receiver's head and arms are locked into a standing stock, allowing sender to do as they please.

Suspend : sender ties receiver in bondage that leaves them unable to touch the floor.

Tighten : sender uses their tie/belt to choke receiver.

Triple : sender penetrates receiver with their cock/strap and two toys, or with three toys.

Watch : sender tests how long receiver can go watching them masturbate without touching them or themself.

Wax : sender pours hot wax onto receiver.

Whip : sender uses a whip on receiver.

Zap : sender stimulates receiver with electric shocks.

[autisticfoxgirl333]

Spicy Ramen

Cinderace: *eating some ramen with carrots*

*Bittergiggle pops up and walks fastly to Cinderace*

Bittergiggle: Hey, Watcha eatin'?

Cinderace: Oh, I'm just eatin' some ramen with carrots.

Bittergiggle: Oooooh! Can I have some? Finding a good joke SURE worked me up an appetite!

Cinderace: *lifts up fork full of ramen* Mmmmm, I don't know, it's REALLY spicy. You sure you want some?

Bittergiggle: *laughs* Oh, please! It can't be THAT spicy! I can handle it!

Cinderace: Ok. Don't say I didn't warn you. *gives him the ramen*

Bittergiggle: Thanks! *lifts up fork with ramen* Mmmmm.....*eats the ramen and chews it* Mmmmm! *opens eyes, looking shocked for a second while still smiling, food in mouth, then face starts turning red as he starts shaking hard* Mmmmmmmm......*screams loudly, mouth on fire* SPICY!!

*Later*

*Bittergiggle is shown drinking lots of milk and water while Cinderace is still enjoying its ramen*

Bittergiggle:*pants, face still red and eyes watering* *in pain* So spicyyyyyyyyy! *falls down on back*

Cinderace: *laughs a little* I warned you! *continues eating its ramen*