Tumgik
#something spicy
Text
The Camorra Chronicles
[Cora Reilly]
------------------------------------
Falcone Brothers - Las Vegas
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
#1 | Twisted Loyalties - Fabiano & Leona ⭐️⭐️⭐️
"She’s seen me at my worst, and she’s still here.”
#2 | Twisted Emotions - Nino & Kiara ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
“Try to scare her as little as possible.”
“I can be pleasant and gentlemanly if I try,” he said.
Fabiano laughed. “Sorry, Remo, but that’s the best joke I heard in a while.”
...
“Before you, there was calm. There was order and logic.”
I remembered the beginning of his song, that perfect composition. “And now?” I let out a hoarse exhale.
“Now,” he growled and his expression twisted, “now there’s chaos.”
#3 | Twisted Pride - Remo & Serafina ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
“I’m fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Remo said darkly.
Stifling the excited thrill Remo’s words sent through me, I retorted, “You believe in God?”
“No. I don’t. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.”
#4 | Twisted Bonds - Nino & Kiara ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5
Remo touched my shoulder looking from the baby up to my face. “You are going home and talking to Kiara.”
#5 | Twisted Hearts - Savio & Gemma ⭐️⭐️⭐️
He became still. “You’re asking me to cancel your promise to my brother?”
I merely nodded. “Then he’ll be free to do as he pleases, and I can find someone who really wants to marry me.”
#6 | Twisted Cravings - Adamo & Dinara ⭐️⭐️⭐️.5
“The role of Ken and Barbie in the family are already taken so we had to settle for the emo couple,” I shot back before I could think it through.
-------------------------------------------------
67 notes · View notes
eudico-my-beloved · 1 year
Text
Haha what if i turned bombastine into a fruity cocktail. Lemon/ sour but the top is more pleasant and refreshing. Sweet even. But at the bottom its not sweet and its just very sour and bitter. Maybe a hint of salt to bring out the flavors. Bonus points if the bottom part is green and it makes a gradation with the top and served in a fancy af bottle/ cup
4 notes · View notes
forest-pirate · 11 days
Text
I'm not saying I did, but there may or may not be a spicy video from last night recorded
1 note · View note
aakiwa · 18 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hello Zukki Nation, please let me in
8K notes · View notes
Text
Feelings Thawed
Character; Cater Diamond
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
Tumblr media
The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.
“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.
Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 
He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.
You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.
He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.
Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”
Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”
You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”
Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.
“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 
The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.
You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”
Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 
It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
4K notes · View notes
weepingwitch · 1 year
Text
hey uh cold take but if you've ever been a part of circulating a public humiliation call-out about a trans woman engaging in consensual private sexual behavior with the excuse that you are protecting the innocent community from a dangerous perverted predator, you really have no grounds to be surprised or upset about anti-drag bills being passed bc they are based on the exact same reactionary disgust
8K notes · View notes
xoxo-bunnydumpling · 1 year
Text
We were in bed, and I can't tell you what we just got done doing but I can tell you what Moses had to say about it.
"Teddy...for someone who counts Mister Rogers and Kermit the Frog among their idols, you can get downright unwholesome sometimes."
Eli, sweating a little and nearly asleep already, pulls the comforter up to cover all the good bits, and folds his hands over his belly. "Duality of man and all that."
"Good point, thanks for that...and the other thing."
It is here that Eli turns red and pulls the covers all the way up over his head. "You're welcome, now stop."
1 note · View note
empty-movement · 4 months
Text
Welcome to Something Eternal: A Website Forum in 2023 wtf lmao
Tumblr media
It's 2023, and a single belligerent rich guy destroyed one of the primary focal points of uh...global communication. Tumblr is, shockingly, kinda thriving despite the abuse it gets from its owners, but that I will call the iconic refusal of Tumblr users to let Tumblr get in the way of their using Tumblr. Reddit killed its API, removing the functionality of mobile apps that made it remotely readable (rip rif.) Discord, our current primary hangout, has made countless strange choices lately that indicate it has reached the summit of its usability and functionality, and can only decline from here as changes get made to prepare for shareholders. (NOTE: WROTE THIS POST BEFORE THEIR MOBILE "REDESIGN" LMAO)
The enshittification is intense, and it's coming from every direction. Social media platforms that felt like permanent institutions are instead slowly going to let fall fallow incredible amounts of history, works of art, thought, and fandoms. It kinda sucks!
A couple years ago, I posted about a new plan with a new domain, to focus on the archiving of media content, as I saw that to be the fatal weakness of the current ways the internet and fandoms work. Much has happened since to convince me to alter the direction of those efforts, though not abandon them entirely.
Long story short? We are launching a fucking website forum. In 2023.
If you remember In the Rose Garden, much about Something Eternal will be familiar. But this has been a year in the making, and in many ways it's far more ambitious than IRG was. We have put money on this. The forum is running on the same software major IT and technology businesses use, because I don't want the software to age out of usability within five years. It has an attached gallery system for me to post content to, including the Chiho Saito art collection. It has a profile post system that everyone already on the forum has decided is kinda like mini Twitter? But it is, fundamentally, a website forum, owned and run and moderated by us. We are not web devs. But we have run a website on pure spite and headbutting code for over twenty years, and we have over a decade of experience maintaining social spaces online, both on the OG forum, and on our Discord. Better skilled people with far more time than we have can and will build incredible alternatives to what is collapsing around us. But they're not in the room right now. We are. And you know what? Maybe it's time to return to a clunkier, slower moving, more conversation focused platform.
You're not joining a social media platform with the full polish of dozens of devs and automated moderation. Things might break, and I might need time to fix them. The emojis and such are still a work in progress. Because e-mails no longer route in reasonable normal ways, the sign-up process instead happens within the software, and has to be approved by mods. Design and structure elements may change. Etc. The point being, that the forum isn't finished, but it is at a place where I feel like I can present it to people, and it's people I need to help direct what functions and things will be in this space. You all will shape its norms, its traditions, its options...choices I could try to make now, but really...they're for us to create as a group! But the important stuff? That's there. Now let's drive this baby off the damn lot already!
Come! Join us!!
PS. As always, TERFs and Nazis need not apply.
1K notes · View notes
n30draws · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
You make my crooked heart do freaky little flips💘
2K notes · View notes
weewoow-20706030 · 1 year
Text
Bruce is the only member of the batfam that has no tolerance for spice. Dick grew up in a travelling circus, he has had food from all over the world. Jason grew up on the street, he ate what he could get. Tim's parents went all around the world, and had food and recipes from all around the world, whenever they were home Janet would make exotic meals. Damian grew up with Talia, he grew up on middle eastern food. But Bruce? He grew up on Alfred's British ass cooking, he thinks pepper has 'a little kick'.
8K notes · View notes
Text
Redeemed (Dirty Air Series #4)
[Lauren Asher]
------------------‐--------
Book Description:
Santiago Alatorre
One mistake destroys my career.
I go from most eligible bachelor to monster, hiding from the world.
At least until Chloe breaks into my home.
My new fake girlfriend is a temporary fix to my biggest problem.
But as our game changes, so do my feelings.
There’s only one issue stopping me from claiming her.
Me.
Chloe Carter
It all started with a birthday wish, some vodka, and an ancestry kit.
That’s how I end up in Italy, finding my long-lost father.
But one decision lands me a fake boyfriend I don’t want.
The more we pretend, the easier our ruse becomes.
I told myself not to fall in love with a liar like Santiago.
I should have listened.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Santiago & Chloe
“Because I’d rather see you smile than cry.” 
------------------‐---------
"She’s my kaleidoscope in a world of gray."
16 notes · View notes
adaelines · 1 year
Text
it's midnight my wisdom teeth hurt and I'm thinking about my personal difference between re4 leon and re2 leon
"Pretty fuckin baby," His voice raspy, deep, "stupid little thing just wanted a cock inside them, huh? I'm sorry I didn't notice before baby, you always get so dumb without my dick stuffing you. just how were you supposed to focus today? should have realised before, all you needed was a good fuck." the grin on his face matched his tone, the fake kindness full of mockery, "you always take me so deep, fuck, it's unfair… gonna ruin this hole for anyone else, you'll be mine and mine only, yeah? i'll use my toy whenever I want… god, fuck, you're so fucking t-ight… you're gonna take my cum and thank me, okay? gonna take me deep and I won't stop even if you whine, dirty sluts get what they deserve."
or
"Please, please, it's too much..!" his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and face flushed the prettiest shade of pink, "Can't take anymore! it's too much, please, please, need to cum already, please let me cum inside, I'll do anything…" hips bucking towards your touch at the slightest of stimulation, a loud sob anytime you pulled back. "i'll be good, ill be such a good boy I promise, anything you want, any-thing! i won't even look at anyone else, you're all I ever think about... im yours, im all yours, I belong to you… please, do what you want with me, jus' wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum, please ride my face, my cock, something!"
5K notes · View notes
payasita · 3 months
Text
GOD so i hear my brother freaking out in the living room like "MANDO WHAT HAPPENED??? ARE YOU OKAY???" and i run out and there is what looks like a GIANT red gash down the dog's forehead and snout
bro goes what do we do and i direct him to hold onto mando and clean the gash off with a wet towel while i look for some neosporin but the thing is. this dog is scared of Everything. he is 55 lbs of Run From Scary Plastic Bag Noise instinct and nothing else, and so i thought hed be freaking out more, or that we'd have at least heard SOME commotion when he gouged himself. but no he's just sitting there chilling out while bro wipes gunk off his face
so i just kinda. squint. "are we sure it's blood"
bro goes "i dunno?" and so i just like. turn on some lights, and we confirm whatever it is sure does Look like it's just sitting on top of the fur. so i lean in for a sniff.
it's salsa. from my carne asada fries
699 notes · View notes
minryll · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
For as long as the heavens could remember, it is rumored that Hua Cheng has a spouse whose identity is hidden behind a veil.
3K notes · View notes
trashyshrew · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
727 notes · View notes
xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years
Text
I can't tell you what we were doing but I can tell you we did not have an abundance of time.
"We need to be there in an hour..."
He huffs a breath against the back of my neck and then leaves a kiss there. "Do you want me to stop? We could...try again later?"
I have been told I give him too much credit, that everyone...men included, should be willing to take these cues and that they are indeed non-negotiable and I tend to agree, but if these men were out there I never found myself in bed with one until now. His commitment to my comfort and willingness to zip back up and wait until later has always been so refreshing and endearing to me.
"No."
He stops, and smoothes his hands up and down my back. "No, you don't want to stop? Or no, you don't want to try again later? A or B, sweetheart?"
"I'm just nervous."
I hear him retrieve his pants from the foot of the bed, and he bumps into me slightly pulling them back on. He continues rubbing my back, very lightly sitting on my legs.
"Tell me all about it. How can I help?" I unload my anxiety about meeting with this friend I haven't seen in person in 25 years, as he listens patiently and keeps his hands above the waist and works on the knots in my back, and I end up silent and boneless and almost fall asleep. "You should get dressed now, baby. Your friend is probably really excited to see you and we shouldn't keep him waiting."
I free my legs from under him and roll over to see him. His face is so peaceful and open, I wouldn't mind seeing it every day for the rest of my life. I reach up to stroke his cheek, and he bends down to meet me halfway.
"So...we'll continue this later?"
He smiles. "If I'm lucky, yeah."
1 note · View note