Can I get some spy/heavy please
I LOVE spy/heavy they’re both the most hilarious characters to me they belong together
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gilding the lily
For @steddiemicrofic challenge for August!
prompt: 'cake' | wc: 311 | rated: E
cws/tags: cockwarming, facials, group sex, "puppy" used as term of endearment
literally everything is below the cut because this is filthy from top-to-bottom. (Also Eddie is not explicitly transmasc in this, but it's intentionally ambiguous enough that he can be if you want 🥰)
"Steve, please."
"Please, what, baby?" Steve murmurs, breath hot on Eddie's skin.
"More," he begs on a broken whine. Steve is buried to the hilt inside him, but he isn't moving; the pads of his fingers ghost over Eddie's dick at a maddening pace.
Steve hums in his ear. "Gotta let our guests finish icing their cake before you can have any, honey. Otherwise, what kind of hosts would we be?"
Eddie keens, wiggling in Steve's lap. He's already got come leaking out of him, caked on his thighs from Frankie fucking him. His nipples are sticky and pebbled in the open air from the icing Jeff licked away from them earlier.
There are still three of them waiting their turn, hands fisting over their cocks as they look at him like he's something they'd like to decorate and devour.
"You should give Gareth a hand, baby. Poor puppy's seconds away from blowing his load."
Gareth gasps, hand tightening on his length in a way Eddie would tease him for if he had any higher brain functioning left, and wasn't himself writhing on Steve's cock like a painted whore.
"C'mere, Gare," Eddie slurs, reaching out with grabby hands. Gareth stumbles forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. Eddie barely gives him time to right himself before swallowing him down in one go.
Gareth yelps, and it's no time at all before he's gasping out a shaky "'m close."
Steve fists a hand in Eddie's hair to pull him off, and Gareth's flies over his length in a blur.
"Steve, can I—?"
"Yeah, you can come on his face, puppy."
Eddie shuts his eyes, Gareth moans, and ropes of jizz stripe Eddie's face.
Steve's lips brush the curve of his ear, and over the slick sounds of Jonathan and Argyle making out to their left, he whispers, "Three down, two to go."
Steve version of this premise here!
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(024) Due to [plot device/s], Garp winds up at the Baratie, immediately getting into a fight with one of the chef's and breaking at least two tables in the process. This, of course, pisses off the owner, Zeff, who gives the marine a piece of his mind in the form of a kick in the ass.
And thus begins the romance between two old men with far too much time on their hands and far too little shame.
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I have no proof but I am convinced that if Alya ever flirted with Adrien it would evolve into an all out flirting WAR where they both try to outdo each other with pick up lines and both try to catch the other person off guard
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