#TW // smoking mention

[sandeewithtwoe]

erm, if youre doing requests... dream/dust? i really love stardust and i think they need more fanart

Oooo I’ve never heard of this ship before! Stardust is a very cute name for it

I’m sure Dust would be a great bad influence :)

“If it gets too overwhelming for you, I have some cigarettes in my pocket” is probably what Dust is saying

Dream belongs to Jokublog

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

[themadzarka]

This is unnecessarily dark.

Don't smoke monster dust you guys...

[petrifleur]

pairing: smoker x reader; prompt: 11. overstimulation

contains: established relationship, fellatio, handjob, overstimulation, tiny bit of ass play, some foot stuff, ball fondling, sub-ish smoker, he cums in his pants once and also cries a little, some aftercare, fem reader (wears heels and a skirt/dress), smoking mention; word count: 1.8k

author's note: i would do anything for him <3

please read my rules before interacting! minors, ageless / blank blogs will be blocked!

it was nighttime on the g-5 battleship, the nightwatch’s voices still rumbling along. darkness shrouded the ship with just a small light from smoker’s office peeking underneath the heavy door. it was quiet, eerily so. silent.

but if someone would press their ear against smoker’s thick wooden office door, you would hear hushed voices and a subdued schlick, schlick, schlick.

from what, you ask?

well, from smoker’s thick cock in your hand, the previous load covering your fingers that were dwarfed by the large man in front of you.

his voice was hoarse, and not just from the copious amounts of cigars he was smoking. “p-please,” he whispered, “i can’t. ‘s too much!”

he was writhing in your hold, the seastone cuffs in full effect and weakening him. if it weren't for those, he would easily overpower you.

“you’re,” he gasped, squirming as your thumb pressed against the underside of his flushed tip, “you’re gon' – ngh – gonna regret this.”

“hey, you asked me to help you relax,” you mused, slightly tightening your grip around his length. the wet sounds had your thighs clenching, your own slick covering the inside of your stocking-covered thighs.

you leaned forward, your heels digging into your bottom, giving his swollen tip a few kitten licks.

to think that it started so tame. he called you after another successful raid on a captured village, the pirates bound and gagged on the bottom of the ship. he sounded stressed, talking through gritted teeth, asking you to see him in his office after dinner. you knew that he needed some stress relief, have you at his mercy. your lover imagined more of a massage to loosen his tense muscles. or maybe have you do all the work and ride him into oblivion.

what he didn't imagine when he walked into his office was you sitting on his large desk scattered with paperwork, revealing yourself underneath your already skimpy skirt. you weren't wearing any underwear, your slick threatening to drip down onto his reports. his mouth watered, spit dampening the filter of his cigars. he was ready to get on his knees to bury his face between your thighs until you were begging for him to fuck you but you tutted. pointing to his chair, you gave him a smirk while watching him trot over, the corners of his mouth pulling into a disdainful frown.

“don't make that face, love. i’ll make you feel good. don't you trust me?” you taunted, jumping from his desk and stepping behind him. the clank of your heels was muffled by the carpet as your hands slid under his jacket, slipping the heavy fabric off. his responsibilities were to be set aside, at least for now.

you kneaded his burly shoulders, relishing in the satisfied groans of your lover, ignoring the sting in your eyes from the smoke. he threw his head back, his eyes closing in relief. your hands worked around smoker’s shoulders, the back of his neck, even his chest a little before sliding down his arms innocently.

only when he heard a faint click and his body turned to jelly, smoker realized what predicament he was in. he tried to fight against the cuffs but even his strong frame was no match to the seastone cuffs around his wrists.

“w-what. . . is this?” he panted, looking at you circling his office chair to sit on his desk again. you crossed your legs, a quiet hum leaving your lips.

“i want you to relax, my dearest. you've worked so hard today and it got me all hot and bothered and i wanna show my appreciation for all your hard work,” you mused. your heel-clad foot started hiking up his thigh, your eyes zeroing in on his groin, where his barely concealed cock started twitching pathetically. you knew he was already leaking, a wet patch forming in his underwear.

even if he wouldn't admit it out loud but he loved when you were more dominant, loved relinquishing his power to you.

the ball of your foot reached his length, slowly applying pressure and he let out a delicious deep groan. his teeth were leaving indents on his cigars, jaw threatening to close and bite them clean through. you leaned forward to pluck them out of his mouth, partly because you didn't want him to swallow the tobacco but also to hear those beautiful wanton noises only you could coerce out of this hunk of a man.

his hips had a mind of their own, grinding weakly against your shoe and shamelessly using the friction to get himself off. his moans turned to whimpers, his hazy eyes on you as you watched him chase his orgasm with a wicked smile. he didn't know that this was only the beginning of your devious plan to help him wind down.

it didn't take all too long before his logical brain turned to mush from the slightly shameful pleasure he was feeling from only your high heeled shoe. the heel was pressing against his full balls so deliciously. it was only a matter of a few more thrusts that he made a complete mess in his underwear. a guttural groan left smoker’s chapped lips, his hips slowing down to ride out his high.

once he was still again, his chest still heaving and a beautiful flush spreading across his skin, you slowly made your way onto your knees. your hands slid up his thighs and he let out a weak smile. “not done yet, huh?” he panted, trying to compose himself.

you grinned, saliva gathering in your mouth at the prospect of what's hidden underneath his pants and underwear. “never,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his groin and eliciting a quiet moan out of the man above you. “told you i wanna show my appreciation and help you truly relax.”

hooking your fingers underneath the waistbands, you pulled down his garments in one go. gasping at his flushed, half hard cock that slapped his abdomen and left a trail of cum in its wake. your hand immediately latched onto it, giving it a few tentative strokes as you watched smoker bite his lip with a whimper. his hips bucked weakly, his pubes glinting with his spend.

you raised your eyebrows, silently asking to continue and your lover just gave an enthusiastic nod, not wanting to miss out on all the pleasure you were to give him. and so here you were.

his mind started to become fuzzy as your hand picked up its pace, the remnants of his previous orgasm acting as lube. his hips gyrated, not knowing whether to run from the pleasure or towards it. the sounds coming from both his groin and his mouth were filthy, expletives leaving his lips as white hot pleasure coursed through his veins. smoker was cumming faster than he could part his lips to speak, hot ropes of cum covering your fingers.

“oh my, smoker, couldn't even warn me first?” you teased, sticking out your tongue to attempt cleaning up his mess. the burly man above you just let out a weak moan, eyes hazy as he watched you engulf his tip, flushed an angry red. “f-fuuuck,” he whined, fighting against his restraints to no avail.

you circled your tongue around his engorged tip, feeling the drips of his pre-cum coat your tastebuds. your other hand reached up to gently cup his sensitive balls, applying soft pressure as you felt them tighten. his leaking cock twitched in your mouth, his noises picking up in frequency. telltale signs that smoker was about to cum again.

he thrashed in your hold, his muscles weak from the seastone confining him. he couldn't defend himself from the onslaught of pleasure even if he tried. it was borderline painful, tears started pricking in his eyes that he quickly blinked away. you had never pushed him to this point before but he couldn't deny that he loved it.

you hollowed your cheeks around him, the saliva dripping from your mouth acting as lube for your hand. the hand that was fondling his balls slid down between his cheeks unnoticed, his hips bucking up into your face. “fuck, fuck – i can’t,” he exclaimed, head whipping left and right with his eyes screwed shut.

you hummed around him, encouraging him with your tongue pressing into his slit. using your spit and his cum as lubricant, you gently circled your finger around his puckered hole, slowly sliding it in. he was too fucked out to even notice that you were pushing his own boundaries. that was, until he let out a shout that was probably heard by all of his marines. the pad of your finger gently pressed upward against his (until now) untouched prostate.

that was the final straw for him and he orgasmed, although weakly compared to the other ones. tensing up, you stimulated him until he started kicking his legs and begged for you to give him a break.

you slowly pulled out your finger, let his cock go with a lewd ‘pop’ and made sure he watched you with his hazy eyes as you swallowed his seed. his spent cock twitched pathetically while his chest heaved and tears were drying on his cheeks.

“fully relaxed now, admiral?” you grinned as he nodded weakly, leaning over to take some tissues out of the drawer. (he kept them there for late nights when he was working on ‘paperwork’.) you gently cleaned off his now soft dick, his balls and lower abdomen, getting a fresh tissue to wipe your face.

he panted heavily, blinking away the fresh tears that were forming. smoker, the big buff scary admiral, was crying at your hands. you slowly got up, your legs wobbly and feet numb. you fished the key out of your jacket and undid his cuffs.

your lover stretched his wrists, his body still reeling from the mindblowing orgasms paired with the cuffs. his chest was still heaving and you sat on his lap, gently wiping his face with the tissues. “thank you,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck and leaving a trail of sweet kisses. you replied, “anytime,” before letting out a squeal as smoker hooked his arm under your legs and stood up. his legs were still weak and wobbly, you were scared you were gonna topple over.

but smoker, in all his muscular glory, stood strong, grinned proudly and threw you over his shoulder. lighting a new cigar and taking a deep inhale, he shrouded the room in fresh smoke, covering the stench of sex.

“told ya y’r gonna regret it.”

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Luther: You know you can die from that, right?

Klaus: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Five: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Viktor: *eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

[thisbarbiereallylikesbirds]

REVISED VERSION

The official Nameless Trio comic is still a bit too daunting to start right now, but I decided to do a bit of a prequel to practice my comic making skills.

Needless to say, Yoshi’s relationship with his grandfather is….complicated. I do honestly think that they loved each other, but sometimes it was hard to tell.

[northlight14]

I don’t care if it’s kinda out of character, I get so much joy from any fan fic or fan work in general that shows Byakuya just acting like a teenager and expressing any amount of teen angst

Like, gimme a Byakuya who has a fight with his dad, then goes to his room and screams into his pillow and rants about how much he hates him. Or gets drunk for the first time and while Makoto is happy to see Byakuya is happy and having fun and letting himself go a bit, he’s also having to try and keep him safe the whole night. Or a Byakuya who makes a comment about someone smoking, they make a comment about how Byakuya is too stuck up for it or something like that, to which Byakuya now has a point to prove and grabs the cigarette, only to immediately choke on it. Or a Byakuya just vibing in his room alone to music his dad wouldn’t approve of

Byakuya is a character who has had to behave like an adult pretty much his entire life. Bro deserves to just be able teenager for bit, making dumb decisions and having fun!

[goblin-the-clown]

Decided to make a list of yttd and whether I think they would smoke or not 👍

Sara - No, she says clearly herself that she doesn't smoke and she doesn't seem like the type anyway

Joe - He tried it once, had a coughing fit and never tried it again

Keiji - Yeah I feel like it's always a trope of having policemen smoke for some reason, and comsidering his mental state he probably doesn't care about his health too much

Kanna - No, she always seems very scared to break the rules or act out so I doubt it

Reko - I headcanon that she had a smoking addiction but is trying to quit

Nao - Same as Kanna really

Kai - Ehhh maybe now and again

Mishima - I mean you can probably figure this one out for yourself

Alice - He's tried it a few times (probably due to Reko) but hates it

Q-taro - He's a baseballer and seems to prioritise his health so probably not

Gin - I imagine he'd have an aversion to it like with alcohol

Shin - Since he's implied to have anxiety and smoking is often a cause of stress relief I can imagine he probably does it sometimes, but he's also very clean so not often (guess who my fav is challenge)

Ranmaru - Maybe not in canon but my weirdo goth version of them definitely would

Hinako - Since she acts like a depressed middle aged man I'm gonna go with yes

Kurumada - Same thing with Q-taro, he's a boxer and prioritises health so probably not

Mai - Maybe every so often

Anzu - No, my reason is they're silly

Hayasaka - I feel like he'd be too scared to tbh

Miley - She is smoking crack cocaine

Ranger - If he wasn't a doll then 100% and also weed

Safalin - Take one look at this womans eyebags and tell me that she doesn't smoke

Gashu - Uhh idk maybe?? He seems pretty professional so maybe not

Midori - She is smoking everything under the sun

Uhh idk why I did this but enjoy and tell me if you're agree or not 😭

[mossy-opal]

Twice the Fun

Jin Bubaigawara x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smoking Mentions, Violence Mentions, Illegal Activities

Finding him there in the alleyway was something that broke your heart. The poor man had a bag over his head, dirty clothes, and he looked worse for wear than you liked. So, you took him in. You didn’t see a reason for him to be sleeping outside, much less a reason he needed to have a bag over his head.

You quickly found out though.

Jin Bubaigawara was a man who was on the bad side of the law, a man who used his quirk to make himself a gang. Literally. A man who craved power. After his gang had literally fallen apart, he wasn’t the same. But that was until he met you.

You held out your hand to him, helping him off the ground and into a nice home. Everything was clean, everything was warm, warmer than any place he usually squatted in anyway. It also made him feel warm when he walked in, not physically, but in his chest. You insisted he use the bathroom to clean himself up, you offered him the guest room, clean clothes, hot food…. 

He started crying.

You cooed to him, reassuring him that it was okay, he didn’t need to thank you, didn’t need to repay you, he didn’t need to do anything. He just needed to take care of himself. You held his hands, hugging him, holding him close. Holding a complete stranger who could hurt you.

Holding a villain.

He cleaned himself up, changed into the clothes you had so graciously given him, and readied himself to leave. He had expected you to want him gone in the morning, so with a bag over his head and a dramatic bow, he was about to leave.

“Where are you going?”

You had two cups of coffee in your hands, tilting your head. He was floundering for an answer, explaining that he needed to leave, you had already been so nice and he didn’t need to burden you anymore than he already had and-

His rambling was cut off by your laugh, your sarachine laugh that made his face flush under his paper bag. You shook your head, putting down the coffee and bringing him back into the comfort of your warm home. You sat him down, gave him breakfast, and told him he could stay here as long as he needed to.

That was how he met you, and that was when he swore he’d do his damndest to keep you safe.

Soon after meeting you, he met the League, and despite his nefarious “job”, he still went home to see you every night.

That’s what you quickly became for him. Home. It may have been a bad idea to keep you to himself, to keep you a secret, but he couldn’t help it. You were his sanctuary, you never asked about what he did, never asked about who he was visiting, never asked to be introduced to them, you were perfectly content being his little secret.

He didn’t have to share you if he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to worry about your attention being split between the other members of the League, you were all for him. He was happy about it. He was happy to have you.

You were happy to have him too. Was it the smartest idea to let a seemingly homeless man into your home? Absolutely. But, he would’ve hurt you already by now if he was a crazy person- Well, crazier. His mannerisms were certainly odd to most, but you weren’t most. You were odd yourself in some aspects, especially for someone your age. You were supposed to be married and have children by now, you were supposed to stay home and cook and clean all day. You clearly didn’t do that.

You worked, despite having inherited wealth from old dead parents you never spoke to. You went to school and educated yourself. You never had time for dating when you were busy working in the community, working at your job, going to classes. Sure, it didn’t stop anyone from trying, but you never really clicked with any of them.

Jin was different though. He was so grateful for everything you did for him, he was adorably confused when you insisted he stayed. Maybe it was a bad idea, keeping an almost complete stranger as a roommate, a roommate who would leave at odd times of the night, coming home with bloody clothes and new bruises. But, you didn’t really care.

You knew he was a villain, he started a gang for fucks sake.

It was especially funny when you asked him during dinner.

“Are you the villain Twice?”

He choked on his food, and you giggled.

“H-how did you know!? I mean- No of course not! Who told you that!?”

Your giggling turned to laughing, and his nervousness relaxed into laughing himself.

“Jin, I’m not stupid, and you’re terrible at sneaking around and lying- Even for a villain~”

“... Sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologise sweetie, I don’t care what you do in your freetime, just- Promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Of course! Never!”

You laughed again, and the two of you started talking a lot more that very night. Jin told you about everyone in the League, you told him about your childhood and life. That was when he found out you were older than he was. He was shocked- You looked great! Younger than you looked, obviously, and incredibly sexy, totally his type, though he would never tell you that. You weren’t much older than him, but you were still older than he was, and it was something he gladly embraced. A lot of the League were younger than him, so they didn’t get it like you did.

Now that he knew you didn’t care about his activities as a villain, he told you everything. He told you about his absolute best friend Toga, his cranky boss, his ultimate goal as a villain. He was shocked you were actually in support of him, and the League. It was refreshing.

“After all, have you seen how they treat kids these days? Kids can be born with any kind of quirk, and society will label it as a ‘villain’ quirk, tons of children have to get over that- It’s sad honestly.”

You really were after his heart, he was almost certain of it at this point.

Things became a lot more lax now that the cat was out of the bag with the two of you, no more sneaking around, no more secrets, it was wonderful. It was freeing. Jin felt more comfortable around you now, and he let his possessiveness show a lot more now. He often enjoyed the platonic cuddling you’d allow on the couch, watching movies with him, his arms wrapped around your torso and your fingers running through his hair. He adored spending whatever kind of free time he had, with you. You were so carefree, so easy going, so… Loving.

At times he often wondered what he did to deserve someone like you. Someone so caring, someone so soft and loving and warm. He was a monster in more ways than one, he knew that… He wondered when you’d realise that too. Jin did not think very highly of himself, and he worried he’d… Ruin you.

But you were sure to tell him otherwise, to show him otherwise. He deserved to be happy, he deserved to know someone cared about him. You weren’t the only one to care about him either, he’s told you more than enough about his little pseudo-sister Toga, and his friend Giran. They cared about him, you were sure of it, despite never having met them. He sung their praises more than enough, and if he was anything like he is with you as he is with them, you’re sure they care about him…

Maybe not to the same level as you do though.

It was a bad decision, doing what you do with him, feeling how you feel about him, but you couldn’t help it. You were… Lonely, in a sense. No partner since high school, no real friends to hang out with, and it wasn’t like you wanted to hang out with your boring coworkers after work. But when you spotted Jin leaving the bathroom, towel draped around his waist, still dripping with water, it was not only hard to look away, but to keep your thoughts on something… Appropriate.

It wasn’t just you.

This whole situation was dangerous, not only for you, but for Jin too. He was not an innocent man by any means. You were very attractive to him, very attractive in general, he wasn’t crazy enough to act on anything, but he sure did appreciate your choice of dress when you were home.

Home.

This was home for him now, you were his home.

Wow.

Jin was finally comfortable enough to call someone home. He had friends close enough to call family, but he didn’t really have anyone he could call home. That is, until you came along. You were his home now, and he couldn’t help but smile under his mask while he did what he needed to for his boss, taking care of anyone who could possibly cause a… Security breach… Giran had been MIA for quite some time now, so trying to figure out who knew what was a little bit more difficult now, seeing as though they didn’t know what exactly Giran knew too…

Once he really started thinking about it, Jin started moving faster, getting home was his top priority now- The door was cracked open. He heard the struggle and moved faster than he even thought possible, making doubles of his cohorts before easily taking care of the thugs who tried to hurt you, making Jin panic. He saved you though, right? You’re okay now, he was there in time! But… What if he hadn’t been here soon enough? What would’ve happened to you? What would they have done to you? It didn't matter how good he tried to be, it never mattered, he'd always just be bad to be around.

The copies of his friends melted away around you as you watched Jin panic, he was pulling and tugging at his mask, muttering apology after apology, while you stood up and hugged him suddenly.

He gasped, confused. Why were you hugging him!? If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place! You'd have to move because of him, he'd never get to see you again-

"Jin, sweetie, I need you to breathe, okay? It's okay, I'm safe now that you're here-"

"Y-you wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me!!"

You shook your head, "Jin, these thugs weren't here because of you, they followed me home after work-"

"No! No! You don't get it! They know who you are because of me and what I do! It's my fault you almost-"

He shuddered at the thought, shaking his head, before he was shocked to feel you take off his mask suddenly, holding his face and looking into his eyes.

"Even if they wanted to get to you through me, it still wouldn't be your fault- So stop it with that nonsense, understand?"

Your tone shift brought him back to reality, to the fact that even if you were in danger, you already knew what you were getting into by helping him. You weren't stupid. Hell, you were older than him, of course you knew better. But it didn't stop his frantic crying as he clung to you, rubbing his face into your chest as he wailed about your safety, how you were too good for him, about how much he…

Jin calmed down a bit, realising what he said. It made his face flush while he kept himself hidden against your chest.

"Jin."

He shook his head.

"Jin I want you to look at me."

"No." "Of course!" "No!!!"

You pushed against him, making him let go of you and look away. You could clearly see his blush now as you looked at him, even if he didn't want to look at you. You smiled, holding his face again, before you kissed him.

Wow, your lips were even softer than he had dreamed of. He knew you were perfect! You put up with so much from him, from how he clung on to you the moment your lips were on his, to the shenanigans he'd get up to with his friends. You were always so good to him, as his hands gripped at every inch of you, his lips moving from yours to your jawline and neck, biting and sucking his way down- Even your cute little whines were to die for!

"J-Jin- Ah- S-shouldn't we get rid of- Mm-maybe move…?"

He stopped biting at your neck and shoulder enough to acknowledge the unconscious thugs below you, before he huffed, nodding. Always so smart, you had a point. He quickly pulled away from you, as the two of you started packing a few bags of valuables and important information, before leaving the area. You were smart enough to drive an hour away from your home, call your boss and quit your job, before holing up in a dingy motel. All the while, Jin couldn't help but feel… Bad.

Sure, you kissed him, but you just dropped everything for him. Your whole life was up in shambles because of him…

"Want some Chinese?"

His head popped up when you asked him, smiling. After everything that happened, you were smiling at him.

"Why aren't you more upset?" He asked.

And you laughed, "Honestly, this is the most exciting my life has ever been! Is it scary? Sure, but I have you here with me, and… I don't know, I'm happy with the change."

You sat next to his slumped figure on the bed, putting your hand on his thigh, lifting his head to make him look at you.

"Besides, how can I not be happy when I have you here with me? My hero~"

You kissed him again after that, and once again he was shocked. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to you, but he would sure as hell try. After all, he wanted to get used to exactly how you felt beneath him, his hips grinding against yours, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on each and every part of your body- Anything he could squeeze, he was.

To think this all started because of you and your endless kindness.

Jin couldn't help himself, he wanted to feel as much of you as he could- And you'd let him. You always would. Moving on top of you, he pressed you further into the ratty mattress of the motel, kissing you like his life depended on it. You wrapped your arms around him, keeping your legs propped up to give him more than enough room to grind against you. Everything about you was just as he imagined, almost too hot to handle. Jin whined into the kiss, and he could feel himself flush while you chuckled.

When he eventually pulled away, you smirked.

"What's wrong baby~?"

"N-nothin' I just-"

When you pulled your shirt up ever so slightly, exposing your skin to him, he could feel his jaw clench.

"Come on Jin, we've been dancing around each other for so long now… Why don'tcha be a big bad villain and take what you want~?"

He gulped, before the beating of his heart pushed him to move. Practically ripping his own suit off, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, pulling your clothes off of you, making you practically squeal with excitement. Getting a look at you, he couldn't believe he was finally able to have all of this to himself, before he immediately put his mouth to work.

You moaned in surprise, your hand moving to grab at the top of his mask, pulling it off the rest of his face and grabbing his hair. Seeing him look up at you, made the power trip even more real. You pressed him closer, making him huff, before he pulled away from you. You would've whined had he not pulled you into a desperate kiss, his dick pressing against you, before shoving himself in. You gasped at the feeling, not nearly prepped enough, before he immediately started thrusting.

Then he started to babble.

"F-f-fuck!! Oh fuck! Y-ya feel so good- SO GOOD!!! AAhaha! Been dreamin'- Wanted this for so long! So good- so good, so good, so fuckin' good Aagh~! Do I feel good? Bet I do- Y-you wouldn't be moanin' if I didn't feel good- Right? Uuh-uh fuck- Fuck-"

You couldn't even respond due to how fast and hard he was fucking himself into you, making your eyes roll back, your mouth open in a perpetual moan. He was doing far better than you'd thought he would, fucking you so hard you were sure you'd be unable to walk afterwards. But he seemed so lost in it, you couldn't even imagine asking him to stop.

"Oh god- O-oh fuck I'm sorry- s-so sorry I can't- can't fuckin' last- Fuck I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you so much! P-please say- Please- A-AAH~!!!"

Jin could barely hold himself together, his hips snapping against yours before he came inside you, making you grit your teeth and moan his name.

The both of you were out of breath, Jin was practically shaking while he held himself up, before his head snapped up, "Fuck! Did you cum too!? I'm sorry I should've been paying attention-!"

"Sssshh, Jin, sweetie, I finished… I promise…"

Giving him a tired smile, he let out a sigh, his worry about being inadequate subsiding as he pulled you back up the bed. He cleaned you up as best as he could, before he laid in bed, wrapping himself around you.

There was still a lot you two had to do, but for now, you slept.

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable @starstruck-flames @mostlyheinous @daniidil

[thornsnvultures]

bff!eddie x reader, fluff 🦝💓 cw: smoking/🍃 mention

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It's finally the weekend. You're spending it the way you usually do, lazing about Eddie's house. He's sitting on the floor quietly strumming his guitar and humming to himself while you lay on his bed and stare at the ceiling. It's not much but lately it's been your favorite way to pass the time.

You watched a movie and smoked with him earlier and as always the two of you wound up back in his room, talking about nothing.

"Eddie?"

He didn't look up from his guitar, just made a noise that told you he was listening and kept strumming.

"What would you do if you got, like, cursed by a witch and turned into a raccoon?"

"What do you mean? I am a raccoon."

"Pffft," you blow a raspberry and softly bop him on the head, the only part of him you can reach without getting up. "No really, what would you do?"

You can tell he's thinking so you give him a second. Your hand stays on his head, lightly scratching through his curls.

"Probably eat trash and sleep all day," he finally shrugs. "I don't know. What do raccoons do all day?"

"I don't know." You've never really thought about it before. But now you are and you're giggling at the thought of them having little raccoon jobs during the day. Maybe turning to a life of raccoon crime at night. Eddie starts laughing because you're laughing, doesn't matter he doesn't know what you're laughing at.

After a couple minutes you settle and go back to scratching, smiling at the back of Eddie'a head. "Would you...still hang out with me?"

"Who's cans do you think I'm rattling around in all day, baby?" Eddie's rolls his head back on the bed and winks at you.

"Nooooo," you break out into a fit of giggles again, hiding your face. "Don't rattle my cans!"

You hate how that wink replays in your mind again and again when your eyes are closed. You force yourself to open them and move your hands. The ceiling reminds you to chill. It's not like that for the two of you. Winking, flirting. It's just how Eddie is.

"I'd let you in. So you don't have to go dumpster diving. Feed you hotdogs. Or pizza."

"Even if I had fleas? Or ticks or something?"

"Yeah."

Eddie makes a noise like he's surprised at how easily you said yes.

"I'd give you a bath," you smile to yourself. "A bubble bath. Do you think raccoons like baths?"

"I saw one swimming in a pond one time," Eddie shrugs. "So maybe?"

Eddie stops strumming and puts his guitar down. He turns to face you, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress. A smile passes between the two of you and you turn on your side to see him better.

"Would you try to break my curse or would you like me better as a raccoon?"

"I mean, you'd make an adorable sidekick."

You play with the rings on his fingers instead of meeting his eyes. Eddie watches.

"True. But what kind of princess has a raccoon sidekick? Don't they usually have birds or mice?"

You roll onto your stomach, hiding your groan in his pillow. It smells too much like him and you can't handle him calling you a princess. You just can't. Not when he looks at you like that. His big brown eyes looking up at you like you really are a real life princess. It's too much.

"Do you know how to break a curse?" Eddie's question pushes through your inner turmoil. When you peek out at him he's still got that look but it's different somehow too. And your hand is still on his.

"Yeah," you gulp down your stupid overwhelming feelings. "Princesses are great at breaking curses."

Eddie's grin is megawatt, almost too much to look at. "Yeah? How would you turn me back?"

"Well, there is one way princesses usually break curses..."

"What way is that?"

You can't look at him. He's doing it to you on purpose, making you all flustered like this. He knows what you mean, knows how all the fairy tale princess stories end.

"With a kiss."

He's close, right there next to your head on his pillow, leaning into your space just a breath away. His hand is holding yours, probably has been in a while, and when he squeezes it all your fear fizzles away.

And you kiss him. First on the tip of his nose. Like he really was a raccoon with a curse to break. And then his lips before you can change your mind.

"Did it work?"

"Yeah," Eddie croaks and you laugh. "I was worried it wouldn't."

"Me too."

Eddie kisses you again, holds your face in his hands and really kisses you. And just like that the curse is lifted.

[sm0lcatfish]

my super rad friend and mutual @thenyandrawsnstuff has convinced me to finally play undertale yellow and it’s going as wonderfully as you’d expect. especially after we decided to start voicing the characters, and i made a joke about flowey getting secondhand smoke from the miner on smoke break as i started choking while doing his voice.

so my playthrough of undertale yellow is an anti-smoking/drugs psa where the wild east town place is obsessed with screaming GUN and martlet is slowly being corrupted by the insanity

it just stems from me trying to make nyan laugh and it’s 100% worth it. the besties

[a-coelacanth-makes-stuff]

https://www.tumblr.com/a-coelacanth-writes-stuff/742662372480696321/httpswwwtumblrcoma-coelacanth-writes-stuff74?source=share

Oh ok...Then may I request caregiver dark enchantress and little red velvet? Like her caring for him after he worked very hard and had resisted regressing due to working but dark enchantress is just...having none of that, both wanting her baby and wanting red velvet to take a break?

Sorry it took so long!!! Have a donut 🍩

Ive been a bit burnt out, but that has passed and now I can write!!

⚠️ TW: one mention of smoking at the start, very small!⚠️

“I'm going for a smoke.” The uneven Cookie said, nearly stomping out of the room. He heard someone follow him, but ignored them and kept walking. His head hurt, he was tired, he was hungry. When did he last sleep?

Probably a few days ago, the pups had his whole attention for weeks, especially the sickly one.

A part of him wanted to be taken care of like that but even that part knew he couldn't.

“Red Velvet, stop.” Dark Enchantress held his shoulder, a stern look softening into a worried one. “When did you sleep last..?”

“Last night.” He lied, turning away from his mother.

“Tell me the truth, Velvet.” She said, more stern now.

“...three days or so.”

“Three days!?” She walked in front of him, gently pulling his face to look at hers. “I'm getting you to bed.”

“What? I'm not a child, mom! I have stuff I need to do! I can't–” He protested, getting interrupted by her picking him up.

“You’re going to bed, no exceptions.”

“I have pups to feed! Let me go!” He whined, trying to get out of her arms, and failing.

“I know, I'll feed them myself once you're asleep.” Red Velvet kept struggling and trying to get away from his mom all the way to the nursery.

“Nooo…” Red Velvet whined. “I don't feel small mom!”

“I don't care, I need to take care of my baby and you need to actually take a break. Please.”

“But the hounds! They-”

“They'll be taken care of. Esterházy will be over there, then I will too, once you get to sleep. You need to rest. Please.” She cradled Red Velvet in her arms, holding him close. Red Velvet sighed, finally allowing himself to calm down a moment, shutting down any worries about the pups.

“Alright…” He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Time for bed, hmm?” She asked, Red Velvet giving a small nod. Dark Enchantress set him down, going to find his pajamas. She brought back a blue puppy onsie.

“Need help, dear?” Red Velvet shook his head, Dark Enchantress turning around so he could change.

“‘m done, mama…” Red Velvet interrupted himself with a yawn. Dark Enchantress turned back around and picked him up, walking to a large cradle to set him in.

“How small are you feeling, bud?” She was answered with three fingers. “Want your teether?” And a nod. She brought Red Velvet a bone shaped teether, which he slowly chewed on.

“Sleep well, bud. You deserve it after so much. We can play when you wake up, alright?” She watched his eyes flutter closed and his breathing to slow, his bigger hand gripping one of the sides of the cradle. Dark Enchantress got up, grabbing a plush from a box, and putting it in his hand instead. Now it was close to his chest.

“I love you so much, please don't do this again…” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and left the room, keeping the lights low, and closing the door softly, letting the little one sleep.

511 words!!

Again, sorry it took so long

[deathcast-offical]

does rufus smoke pot or anything like that? (just curious) and if so, is mateo cool w it?

Rufus: I used to smoke twenty packs a day. It was a low point in my life and I just needed an escape. I eventually told this to Mateo and he immediately told me to stop. I haven’t smoked since.

Mateo: Yeah.. I wasn’t okay with that. I’m glad he stopped. It’s not a good addiction to have.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Idk if you got this ask already because it glicthed out before it sent…So pls ignore this if you already got the ask

I’m pretty sure stone (from ramshackle) and zach are related (ik it will never be canon but I may make an au based on it-)

They both have black hair green eyes and pale skin

They look very similar (besides like the art style and other differences ofc)

Honestly zach would fit right into the ramshackle universe cause of the amount of crazy shenanigans going on (I mean the pilot/episode one was wild lol /pos)

I hope you liked my silly comparison :3

(Feel free to put this in ramshackle fandom tags lol)

(And yes I am having an insane urge to make an au about it lol)

Oh my goodness, thank you for sending this (it only sent once 😊), it is so silly and far fetched but it’s perfect, and I just love it!

They are cousins….I’m calling it! They are cousins! I feel like Zach’s the older cousin, based on vibes I’m getting from Stone, but Stone seems like the wise younger cousin. He seems like he’d be one of the few people that could get through to Zach and make him listen when Zach’s on one of his man child rampages.

I don’t know much about Ramshackle, but if it’s got some crazy antics going on, Zach would fit right in. As for the similarities in appearance, their families must have a code where you wear the most boring clothing you can find in the most plain colors imaginable: Black and gray…specifically black turtlenecks and gray pants/slacks with black boots/shoes.

Then for the record…Stone looks exactly like I imagine/headcanon teenage Zach to look…the messy wavy hair and moody persona…yes, just yes, they are cousins! And I think Zach was a heavy smoker in his younger years, so seeing Stone with the cigarette just confirms this possibility even more (they are smokers ranting and raving about life together 😮). And I saw that Stone is a drinking and I also headcanon Zach and a heavy drinker in his past so yet ANOTHER thing they have in common and would do together.

If you do make an AU about this I’d be so excited to hear about it! It would be like our f/os are actually related! And if our f/os are related does that mean our s/is are like in-laws or something 😁😁😁😁😁!

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[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

You can’t tell me Constantine’s never forgotten he’s in space and lit a ciggarette in the watchtower before being yelled at by everyone

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Eclipse: Being good is so hard I want a cigarette.