#blow that smoke in my face

[lilacevans]

[spirk-trek]

she is to me what leia's gold bikini was to straight boys

[moondirti]

there’s something so erotic about a man who grabs your jaw when you keep avoiding his gaze so he can force your eyes on his

featuring: SOAP, afab reader, oral, spitting, mild dubcon (i.e. boundary crossing)

soap has always been intense. a bullet shot off in a steel room, bound to ricochet until it makes contact with something that can absorb its impact. you're in the right place at the right time: a bar, the gym he frequents, perhaps even a football game he'd been anticipating for weeks. it doesn't really matter what context he first spots you in – all that energy, that orderless enthusiasm he seems to prescribe to everything, sharpens to focus solely on you. bonnie wee thing that keeps sliding him wily looks, instilling in him a mission he knows he won't back down from.

at first it's how to approach you. easy enough; you like him too, that much he can tell. so when you eventually agree to a farmers market date (where he intends to spoil you rotten with food from every stall), it becomes about opening you up. figuratively at first, you have a hard time keeping up with him without getting overwhelmed. startled at how forthcoming he is, stunned at the manner in which he treats you. like he's known you for years, a childhood best friend you only met last tuesday. he calls right after your first date, asks you to accompany him for coffee before his morning run. shows up at your door unannounced, carrying tools to fix the fan you briefly complained wasn't working. is bold enough to sneak his hand on your thigh while you're watching a movie later that evening, gradually moving higher as your breath begins to falter.

he spares no effort once things get sexual, either. if you expect him to go easy for your first time, you'll come to sorely regret the mistake. quick to slip out of his too-tight shirt, even quicker to spread your legs out on your couch. manages to get your joggers off but opts to merely shift your panties to the side, fingers hooked in the thin material (which he will pocket later). when he envelops your entire cunt with his mouth, his tongue digs into every fold, every hole if it means he can swallow down the smallest part of you.

taste s’good hen, bloody mad wae it

only you’re not looking at him. instead, you’ve thrown your head back, too lost in the pleasure to pay attention to the show he’s putting on for you. why exactly, he's not sure. he’s being good, isn’t he? giving you everything you need? his heart races a mile per minute and something needy, something dark twists within him. he laves his tongue over your hole once more, collecting the juices that pour for him and gathering it behind his teeth alongside a hefty glob of saliva.

when he moves up your body, he tucks your chin in his palm, pulling your head down to face him.

it's too much. too much. he doesn't seem to realise it, but you're breathing is still inconsistent and shallow, and you're about to cry from overstimulation. now he's forcing eye contact, nose kissing yours, and pressing down on either side of your jaw so you're forced to open your mouth wide. you know what's coming, see it from the way his cheeks move. it's all you can do to brace yourself for the inevitable, unable to voice your aversion to the kink. fisting your hands, tensing your throat. but it's as you close your eyes that his self-restraint snaps.

so, he spits. it's thick and messy and heady with the smell of your sex. he doesn't even aim it properly. a significant amount of it lands on your lip, some even on your nose. your tongue gets the brunt of it though, the new weight of fluid causing you to gag. yet his pupils are blown so wide they're barely blue anymore, a cerulean ring around bottomless black, fixated on the sloppy state of your mouth, and it's hard to deny him anything that boils him down to such a state. like a puppy. over-eager and exhilarated when you indulge him so.

you never learn to like it, though it becomes a routine thing.

[seancefemme]

lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

[syscciht]

no way!!

[elderwisp]

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵

[marbestos]

headcanon: crowley introduced aziraphale to weed in the 60s and aziraphale is basically the wow vine

+bonus under cut

[sativasunrises]

my favorite bong !!

[d3rpydoods]

this was the first thing that came to mind when i saw ppl drawing him with white fur and i’m not sorry

[notkitten]

there are few things that get me hotter under the collar than watching smoke curl from your mouth and nose, the focused, controlled breath - the click of the lighter in the night

sometimes you are so beautiful that i am stunned into silence, that the moments between us feel weighty and laden with heat, spurred on by the need in my body to worship yours, to lick the smoke from your mouth, to press my nose to your hair and breathe you in

i want to crawl into your ribcage

i want to worship you with my mouth

i want your smoke to settle on my skin and in my hair and in my clothes

[reamed]

i need a gf I want to blow cigarette smoke in her face

[puppybot]

weed smoking girlfails

[pawbeanies]

actually i would never smoke because i am so weak and would perish but like !!! i dunno what it is !!! the scent is like nice to me ..??? like ??? makes my tail wag ???

[vintagepresley]

The cigar.. the hat… oh lord.. 😩

[wint3r-h3art]

@cutelatinagirl @talokanda-forever @theatreslave

@mrsnadeem @rae-gar-targaryen

[beastdotjpeg]

imagining fleki and lycion shotgunning but its just fleki blowing smoke into lycions entirw wolf snout