#smokees👉🏽

[astrow0rldx]

PAC TAROT 18+: their sexual energy towards you 🎥❤️‍🔥

pile one

they think your fine asf, sexy asffff, like beautiful. they put you on a high pedestal & high worth. they love your ass, they wanna do some backshots & u throw it back lmao. idk if their competing for you, ur putting up boundaries, or they are but someone’s standing on business & fighting for what they want. they might be scared of something, overthinking depending on your situation but it’s some anxious energy when they desire you. if your not giving them sex maybe their frustrated. but they would love some nudes, facetime sex. do they like to record? he thinks your so sexy & has a crushhh like he intends on coming back, bringing it back. just celebrating in child like excitement, gifting you, missing you because your so sexyy. why can’t he have youuu, like he feeling trapped to be honest. he just feel so awwnnn🫧. he probably just trying to get through you not having sex if you guys are not active currently & feels like your forbidden ⛓️ but he deeply desires you, baddd. your his type like the type of people he watches porn on. i could see them thinking about traveling, exploring & growing with you. the sexual experience they think about is at home, nice experience. i see like intimate, grownnn people drunk in LOVE type sexxx. we be all nighttt, LOVEEEEE. they definitely wanna get in between them legs, love your legs, how you sit! he think of you of each other peace of mind, like what you guys need.

pile two

okay, so i see a clear situation for some people this is someone that is at your job, school, that you guys work on something together, like professional partners. you might be a stranger that sit next to you, or work with you that they are plotting on how to come forward. for some you are probably still a stranger, or not as close and they see you being long term, and they want to work together and build something and a foundation with you that would be a wish fulfillment. their sexual thoughts is probably commitment, a lot of potiental. build on a relationship first? & wants to have a happy, both fulfilling and pleasurable time. their KINKYY. asf, and their desires with you is very unique, animalistic, lustful, and fetishes. a lot of 10s omg every card im turning over, this is stable, this is long term. this is something he willing to keep fucking, and do a lot with you. even if the sex is a lot of work and they picking u up. they want to grab on your hips and your ass. they definitely intend on getting in that, starting a spark, having a joyful exciting time. like they going to have some FUN sex with you make you happy. kissing while they in it. they love you, omg your their queen. lmao but the sex is going to be emotional but not vanilla at all. overall they might be mysterious, or you are. and it’s a crush, idk if they seem like your not feeling it or vice versa. or for someee people maybe their moral, mature and having flirty feelings waiting for a relationship again this can be your energy.

pile three

so currently this situation doesn’t look to present, active or in the best of terms. was it cheating going on?? is someone scared, trapped, and heartbroken. they still wanna fuck 👉🏽👈🏽 they intend on taking a risk & going for it. they want to start something new with you. you turn them on when your around them. they have a lot of not too lustful, but not to mature & commited sexual energy. “girl i can see your stressed, come rely on me for sex”. he wants to drink or smoke with you. get you wettt asf. you can just lay back on they bed and they wanna give to you and try some of that. if this person is kind of young they might have a objectifying mindset, but he’s satisfied. if you been posting yourself and you guys are not together they get turned on but irritated (im picking up on a cheating situation for some people). they think about sex toys with you. when your climaxxxing & being territorial over you. whoever cheated i see someone on their if you have dark hair they like that.

[alessiasfreckles]

"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply." With Leah 👉🏽👈🏽

heart-shaped pizza - leah williamson x reader

you and leah had been seeing each other for a few months. it was casual, you hadn't made things official yet. the two of you had met at a coffee shop - she had bumped into you and knocked your drink to the ground. apologetic, she insisted on buying you another and the two of you got to talking. one thing led to another, and after you realised you'd been sat there talking for close to two hours, you had exchanged contact details.

the first time you met up after that was at a park. you walked around for a few hours, talking about everything and anything. the next time was at another coffee shop, and when you teased her about whether she was going to knock over your drink again, she blushed. the third time, you went to a bookshop you loved and picked out books for each other. the fourth time, you went to another coffee shop, but that time you when you said goodbye afterwards, she hugged you a little tighter, a little longer than before, and pressed a kiss to your cheek before she left.

this time, she invited you over to hers to watch a film. she tried making popcorn, apologising when it ended up a burnt mess, and you giggled as you helped her open all the windows in her kitchen, trying to clear out the smoke.

"i told you i can't cook," she smiled sheepishly.

"i'm not sure microwave popcorn counts as cooking," you teased.

"hey! if it includes food going from one state to another, it's cooking, okay?" she insisted, grinning. "i'll order a pizza, that sound okay?"

the two of you had settled on her sofa, film on tv, when the doorbell rang. leah went to get it, returning with a pizza box and a bouquet.

you raised your eyebrows at the flowers. "who are those from?" you asked, and she blushed.

"me," she said. "they're for you."

"for me?" you asked, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, and she nodded. "leah, they're beautiful, thank you."

"pretty flowers for a pretty girl," she winked, her confidence back at your positive reaction. she put the pizza box down and turned to go into the kitchen. "i'll just get some plates."

you opened the pizza box, ready for her to bring the plates through, only to find that the pizza was in the shape of a heart. you felt your heart skip a beat, and when leah walked back in she paused.

"did you do this?" you asked her, not wanting to get your hopes up.

"i mean, i didn't make the pizza or anything, but they had the option to make it heart-shaped, y'know, since valentine's day is coming up, and i thought you'd like it..." she trailed off, watching your face.

"that's so cute," you said, burying your face in your hands, trying to hide how much you were blushing and smiling.

you felt her hands on yours, prying your hands away from her face. she kept holding your hands as she looked at you, eyes bright.

"y/n, i... i need you to know that, over the past few months, i've... i care about you, so, so much. these past few months with you have been so amazing. y/n, i care about you so deeply, it's all i can think about most the time," she explained, words spilling out of her.

"just most?" you asked, teasing, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating.

"well, i have to think about football sometimes," she grinned, and then bit her lip. "y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

you nodded, delighted, and a smile lit up her face.

"okay, my beautiful girlfriend. let's eat this pizza before it gets cold."

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

    Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable. 

    He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

    Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences. 

    A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

    “Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

    “What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty. 

    You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

    You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

    His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right. 

    You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

    The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

   “I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

    “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

   You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling. 

    Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached. 

   But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gentle touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway. 

    It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often. 

    Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

    Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

    But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

    “Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment. 

    “... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back. 

    You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

  The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

[sentientgolfball]

Okay, how about some dad Copia sharing some of his juice with Phantom aka the first time Phantom uses a plastic cup to drink and it’s… a mess. Poor bug doing the classic 2 year old gasping into the cup noises 💀 bonus points for them having cuddle times too please? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽🧃

ehehehehehehe I hope you like it :3

I also added Aurora in there too. Papa bonding time with the new summons

Requests are open !

When a ghoul is summoned it is imperative to connect with them. They may have been brought Topside for a specific purpose, but they are still autonomous. They can easily refuse to listen to their summoner. Some choose to connect in a more traditional way. Offering their blood or their body to the ghoul. Some present them with grand offerings, a show of goodwill. 

Copia does this in a more unique way. 

He’s heading back to his room after a rather successful scavenge through the kitchens. It’s late, the only light being the candles throughout the halls. They flicker and dance, soft orange light creating living shadows. Any other person would feel cold claws of dread at walking these halls in the middle of the night, but not Copia. The dark has never scared him, how could it when his friends come out to play? 

He freezes though when he hears the sound of claws against tile. He turns to look down a hall, just in time to catch a glimpse of smoke and a silver mask. Special. He shudders and adjusts his grip on the various snacks in his hands. The Chimera is the only exception to his fear, or lack thereof. 

Copia picks up his pace after that, luckily he’s not far from his room. When he rounds the corner he can’t help but smile at the sight before him. Phantom and Aurora are waiting outside dressed in their pajamas. Phantom is staring out of a window, tail idly swishing back and forth. Aurora is sitting on the ground, eyes tracking their spade and swatting at it every so often. They both perk up when their senses catch wind of Copia. 

“You’re late!” Aurora calls, springing up off the floor. 

“Si but for a good reason. I could not let my mostriciattolo go hungry.” 

“I think we can forgive him for that Ro.” Phantom takes the bowl of popcorn from Copia, eyes gleaming with hunger. 

“We’ll see about that.” She narrows her eyes before popping a piece into her mouth. She chirps when the salty, buttery flavor hits her tongue. Both her and Phantom begin to take handfuls. 

“Slow down,” Copia laughs as he opens his door, “that is supposed to be for the movie.” 

The three enter and the ghouls immediately make themselves comfortable on Copia’s bed. He busies himself with laying out the assortment of other treats on his desk. Once he’s done with that he shifts through his VHS collection, mumbling to himself while he tries to decide on the perfect movie. He has the ones they’ve already watched in the back of the selection. He lets out a little ah ha when he finally makes a decision. 

He pops it into the slot, cursing when the first thing that plays is the credits. He stands directly in front of the tv as he rewinds, careful to make sure the two ghouls don't catch a glimpse of the scenes. Once it’s back to the beginning he hums and joins them on the bed. He positions himself between them. They respond immediately, curling closer and wrapping tails around whatever body part they can reach. Phantom rests their head on Copia’s shoulder, chuffing quietly. Aurora’s eyes stay glued to the screen, but when she’s not stuffing popcorn into her mouth she’s idly playing with his fingers. 

Copia loves these nights more than he’ll admit. It was something he did the first night it stormed after their summoning. He was up late, insomnia rearing its ugly head. He had been wandering the halls, watching bolts of lightning flash through the stained glass windows when he realized he wasn’t alone. He had found Phantom and Aurora huddled up together, hackles raised at the booming thunder. He took them back to his room and did everything he could think of to distract them. The movie ended up doing the trick, holding their attention until they both passed out in his bed. Ever since then they’ve had a weekly movie night. 

It makes Copia’s heart throb knowing his ghouls like him and his silly human trinkets to keep coming back. He loves being able to show them something he enjoys that’s not just music. He’s happy that they’re happy. 

About a quarter of the way into the movie the popcorn bowl is empty, Phantom and Aurora having devoured most of it. His attention is stolen when he hears Phantom smacking their lips. 

“Something wrong coccolone?” 

“It made my mouth all dry.” 

“Si that would be the salt,” Copia chuckles. 

He stands from the bed, going to his desk to grab the other goodies he brought. He sets out three plastic cups before grabbing the carton of juice he snagged. He pours the red liquid, filling each cup about halfway. He carefully picks them up and brings them over, handing one to Phantom and Aurora before sitting between them once more. The ghouls hesitate, sniffing at it, unsure about the new thing they’ve been presented with. They watch Copia sip from his cup for a moment before figuring it’s safe to try. 

Aurora dips her tongue into it first, tasting it before she decides to put it in her mouth. When the sugary, fruity flavor hits her Copia watches her pupils expand in real time. She brings the cup up to his lips, sipping at it the exact same way Copia did. He decides not to comment on the way she chews at the plastic in between drinks. 

After seeing Aurora and Copia both enjoy it, Phantom figures it has to be worthwhile. They stare at the red liquid for a moment longer before shrugging. There is no hesitation as they gulp it down with more noise than necessary. They don’t even pause for air, breathing through their nose and mouth as they chug it. Copia and Aurora slowly turn their heads to look at them.

“Bestiolino. Please. Slow down, it is not going anywhere.” 

Phantom exhales with a fang filled smile on their face when they empty the cup. 

“More please.” Their tail thumps happily against the mattress.

[wxnheart]

Hello wonderful author. May I mayhaps request a ghoap + reader NSFW peice please. Maybe one that focuses on how Simon loves to make the reader watch him and Johnny 👉🏽👈🏽, or maybe it's reader taking control and making Ghost watch 👀. Johnny deserves a reward mayhaps.

Lol that one request that was like "mm ghoap" had me thinking things

Also keep up the good work! I like being able to sit back and relax and read your stuff!

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

...Because who watches the Ghoapwatchers? (the title may or may not have been an excuse to use this. please don't judge me. a lot. lmao)

Simon smoking can mean one of three things: he's anxious and/or pissed, he's just had some good fucking sex, or... he's anxious and/or pissed. And Simon is pissed.

At whom, might you ask? Well, rejoice, baby, because it ain't you this time even though he still wants to chuck that Live, Laugh, Love sign out of the fucking house. No. Simon's ire is reserved for Johnny, your resident killer Golden Retriever, and only Johnny.

And why, might you ask? Well, your cutie patootie lover boy happened to go and get himself hurt on the latest assignment. A routine one, goddamnit. It was unnecessary. Completely and absolutely unnecessary. And un-fucking-acceptable. At least in Simon's eyes.

Johnny argues that it was only a scratch (he's slightly downplaying it) but Simon doesn't give a fuck because only a scratch doesn't cut it. You got hurt, Johnny. End of story. And Simon's anxiety is through the fucking roof right now so a smoke has to suffice. But it doesn't. Nah, not this time.

Simon who puts out the last of his cigarette while staring Johnny down. You don't know what to do so you keep quiet until he tells you to take a seat next to Johnny. You started to protest until a single look made you shut the fuck up.

Simon who straddles Soap. Because what the fuck? Johnny would put up a fight if not for the fact that the bigger man has him pinned down and... oh. Oh shit. Their dicks are aligned. Wait, wait, Lt.—

Simon who starts to slowly grind against Soap's lap, eyes burning holes into the smaller man's. Soap feels the telltale signs of arousal, that fiery pit in his groin, and your eyes widen at what's taking place. Oh, yes. Johnny's about to get fucked silly in a second. You knew from experience.

Soap whose brow furrows the harder he gets and Simon doesn't stop. Knowing the fucker is just as hard as he is and FUCK—"Lt., wait, I—" "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost doesn't stop grinding against him, doesn't do shit but grind and stare meanwhile Soap's falling apart at the seams. If his mind wasn't turning to mush, he'd be pissed but goddamn.

Simon who forbids you from touching yourself because the last thing you're gonna do is get your rocks off alone. You actually do protest this time ("Simon, what the fuck?") and Simon cuts a look at you, the same look he gave Johnny. The same look that tells you he's gonna fuck you just as silly when he's done with lover boy here. Aw, shit.

Soap whose words are lost to his moans and he's well on his way to soaking the crotch of his pants. And Simon doesn't stop. Not at all. Simon continues and it's like he's expecting an answer. "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost emphasizes it with a particularly rough grind this time, enough for Johnny's already sensitive and leaking dick to throb and oh, god, Lt...

"I—shit, I—said I'd be—I said I'd be careful, Lt." Attaboy, soldier. "...Were you careful, Johnny?" The friction is too much. Simon rubs against him faster, puts a little more pressure on him, and it's a miracle he can even talk let alone think at this point. You're biting your lips, wringing your hands because you wanna touch. Yourself, them, it doesn't matter. You wanna touch and suck and fuck and... suck, fuck, and touch some more.

"Were. You. Careful. Johnny?" Punctuated with his hips. Every. Single. Word. And poor, poor Johnny, lost to the lust. Almost close, what the fuck are you doing to him, Lt.? "—NO," he manages to choke out in between gasps and moans and shit, he feels it coming—

—Well, he felt it coming because just as soon as he answered Simon, the mean bastard got up. Got up and left Johnny hard, crotch soaked with precum, and "What the fuck, Lt.?!"

Simon whose stare is both placid and intense; you'd be forgiven for thinking he's nonplussed. Except there's an obvious tent in his pants. Simon who stares you both down before simply saying "Bedroom." And he walks off. He doesn't look back. Doesn't have to. You'll be there. He's got you right where he wants you.

Soap who doesn't miss a beat, grabs your hand, and pulls you alongside him. Right behind Simon. Right to the bedroom. Yeah, it's about to be a long fucking day. And night.

[hyperfixated-on-cod]

✨Smoking with 141, König, Los Vaqueros✨ (CW: cannabis use, 18+)

(This was supposed to be posted like 3 days ago lol but either way…) (the 18+ warning is for a very brief reason but it’s still there)

I got absolutely fucking ASTRONOMICALLY high last night sooo here’s some headcanons😍

John Price

Smoked a little bit here and there when he first enlisted, but eventually quit when he realized he was serious about his career in the military. (I personally don’t think he planned from the start to climb the ranks like he did)

It will take a LOTTT of convincing to get him to smoke with you, and if he agrees, it’s reasonable to assume you’re very special to him.

Goes into it acting like a career stoner… but in reality he hasn’t touched the stuff in about 15 years🙃

If you can’t get him to partake, he absolutely will hang with you while you’re high. All you gotta do is ask.

Prefers edibles simply because “I like having lungs.” Even though the man LITERALLY SMOKES CIGARS😭

Ghost

I don’t think he’s a stoner but like… I also think he does have an edible from time to time, for medical reasons (mostly mental health).

Not many people know this about him; Price knows and helps him plan accordingly for drug tests and makes sure that it’s noted in his file that he uses it for medical reasons; Soap found out on accident.

Under no circumstances does he ever let anybody see him high, so good luck getting him to smoke with you lol

Only gets high when he knows he’s in the clear with work and will be for awhile (so, when he’s on leave). If he feels like he needs to get high (like if he’s just coming back from a particularly hard mission), he goes to Price and asks if it’s okay.

Prefers edibles because he finds it more relaxing and it’s easier for him to take one, and then he gets an hour or so to do other stuff before it hits.

Soap

This man is a stoner. Period point blank.

If he isn’t the first of these men you ask to smoke with you, and he finds out about it, he will be SO offended.

Gets high just to get high. Everything else is a bonus.

Started when he was young, like 16. Quit for awhile as his career was getting more serious, and then he started again.

The whole team knows but nobody really cares because he’s super responsible about it like Ghost is. He plans far ahead of time, doesn’t do it unless he’s off base, etc.

This man is such a giggly bitch and his laugh is so infectious; he’s the first to start laughing and everybody else follows.

Very flirty when he’s high and texts Ghost messages that are just like “🩷🩷💕💕💘💘”

He is so ridiculously horny when he’s high. Been tryna convince Ghost for agessss to get high with him so they can 👉🏽👌🏽

Gaz

Honestly? I don’t think he’s into weed all that much.. or really any substance. He drinks here and there and is never opposed to having a glass of whiskey with Price, but that’s really it.

He has done it tho, and didn’t have a good experience. I feel like he’s a very logical person, so after his first time he probs figured the first time sucked bc it was the first time. So he did it a few more times but nothing changed.

On the off chance he agrees to smoke with you, he wants “adult supervision” (Captain Price lol) just in case he has another bad time.

Makes sure the environment will be 100% controlled. Comfort of his own home, lays out rules and boundaries with you and the Captain (“don’t let me do too much,” “here’s what to do if…”), soft music playing, pillows and blankets everywhere.

König

Again, you’re lucky if you get him to do it with you.

His giggles are somehow worse than Soap’s and significantly more adorable😂

His munchies are SOOO bad. Like, he may plan ahead of time and lay out some snacks to prepare… but he ends up not wanting any of them and stumbles to his kitchen for something else.

He’s a big guy so it takes a bit to get him going, but once he’s there he’s there.

Alejandro

Doesn’t partake. Never has and probably never will. He’s been curious, but just never felt the need to act on that curiosity.

He’s cool about people close to him doing it tho, and will also hang with you while you’re high. Provides some of the BEST snacks.

Rudy

He does do it but he’s… pretentious about it. In a good way.

Oh, you’re bringing him gummies from the dispensary? No. He’s making homemade edibles but not like brownies or cookies; he’s making pasta with infused olive oil or some other type of meal.

He’s super careful about his measurements and makes sure that the product he’s using is as high quality as he can get it.

If you wanna get high with him, go into it on an empty stomach bc he’s gonna make sure y’all eat a damn good meal in the process.

[dontmindme262]

Sherlock Holmes

👉🏽 Other characters/fandoms

A list of fics, imagines, blurbs, and hc’s that I enjoyed and will reread. Enjoy!

🌶 - smut, 🥵 - tension, ❤️‍🩹 - angst, 🧸 - fluff

Exactly What You Need 🌶

Run Away ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Bewitched 🧸

Dangerous Games ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Breeding Kink 🥵 🌶

On the Subject of Hearts ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Letters to a Friend 🧸

To Make a Fool of Myself 🧸

What I Mean ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Jigsaw ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Labyrinth ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Smoke and Mirrors ❤️‍🩹

Letters ❤️‍🩹 🧸

Thursday 4PM 🧸

Flowers 🧸

On Your Knees 🌶

[gimmethatagustd]

25, 38, and 40 - pls feed me my bb poet 🥰

hello coolest person in the world

What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

since it's you asking this lol... nectar jimin could afford the fancy vampire college cuz he was on an athletic scholarship for soccer~ i only mentioned the dance troupe he's part of cuz it's way sexier than him asking reader to watch a soccer game imo jhskdfs

What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

(ik you already know this but i think it's the best response lol) this is probs something most people would be horrified to do, but i read my fics to my partner lolll and sometimes they give me ideas. i'll be like "how the fuck do i end this" and they normally give me weird fucking ideas that i don't use but the conversation usually helps me think of something new. i never share the smut tho cuz that is WEIRD WEIRD i'm not that weird 💀 fluff and angst only 💀

Please share a poem with me, I need it.

how did i knowwww you would ask this. i'll give you one of mine and a ~professional~ one. i'll put them under the cut cuz mine is Mature (of course it is) and also mental health tw

prose poem by meeeee

PORTRAIT OF THE PLEASANTLY DEPRESSED  

(After Terrance Hayes) 

I am convinced I’ll never be rid of these granola motherfuckers 

with their ganja-smoking, Trikonasana-posing, I-don’t-trust- 

pharmaceuticals-but-I’ll-eat-50-tabs-of-acid having asses who 

try to tell me that vitamin D and what little endorphins a knee- 

busting StairMaster workout is gonna release are gonna relieve 

me of the ever-present, mind-numbing, wrist-slitting dull ache 

that has and will continue to rage inside the confinements  

of my skull, as if I ain’t already tried to run away from my own  

brain on an elliptical, or fuck it into submission, or pop 

my titties out on a poolside lounge chair and soak up more D  

than just some vitamins, nah, they can keep their meditations  

and their culturally-appropriated gods, and I’ll keep my weekly  

therapist kickbacks and my medication medley, and 

they can hold their tongues when I make jokes about dying  

because these granola motherfuckers will never understand  

what it feels like to look death in the face every time you look  

into the mirror and still find beauty in each chocolate freckle.  

and one of my favorite poems by gwendolyn brooks - the last two lines fuck me up

TO THE YOUNG WHO WANT TO DIE

Gwendolyn Brooks

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.

The gun will wait. The lake will wait.

The tall gall in the small seductive vial

will wait will wait:

will wait a week: will wait through April.

You do not have to die this certain day.

Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.

I assure you death will wait. Death has

a lot of time. Death can

attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is

just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;

can meet you any moment.

You need not die today.

Stay here--through pout or pain or peskyness.

Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.

Graves grow no green that you can use.

Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

ask me some weird writer questions 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

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[rafflesiaillustration-blog]

(Swipe 👉🏽) I’ve always wanted to draw smoke 💨 in my illustrations, finally I did it today. Disclaimer: i do not support smoking #rafflesiaillustration #priyarafflesia #tamilillustrator #characterdesign #characterdesigner #tamilart #ipadpro #procreate #smoking #smokinggirl https://www.instagram.com/p/CdOM4A2j9GV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mandoalorian]

Ahhhhhhhhh, the Maxwell x ps reader headcanons are sooooo good. I thank you for writing it and thank that anon for sending it in, us plus size/curvy/chubby girls need more love.👉🏽👈🏽 please may you do the Javier x ps reader headcanons. Love you 💖

Summer Dress [Javier Peña x Plus Size F!Reader]

Summary: Javier helps you find the confidence to wear something you’d never usually wear.

Warnings: body dysmorphia, sexual themes but nothing explicit [Rating: T]

Word count: 1,500

Note: I know you wanted headcanons but I hope this little fic is alright (or even better!) instead. I really aspire to write more one-shots for readers who are under represented in typical fics. I think it’s so important and if you’re a writer I encourage you to do the same! Reblogs appreciated to help a writer out💕

Colombia during the Summer was hot. No, perhaps hot was an understatement. It was sticky, sweaty and overwhelming at times. The other girls walked around in strappy tops and denim shorts, and you wished you had the confidence to wear those kind of clothes.

Yet, you walked through market stalls wearing an oversized jean jacket in attempt to cover yourself up. Deep down though, you knew you were going to receive some stares. But it was like every person you passed was looking down on you, their gaze burning into you, hotter than the sun on this very day. You had a terrible fear of showing skin, no matter how much you ached to strip off in the hot weather.

“Hermosa,” Javier’s rasp voice made you jump. He placed a large hand on the lower portion of your back and started to navigate you to a different section of the market. “You look like a lost puppy. Are you okay?” he whispered.

You nodded wordlessly before clearing your throat. Talking about your fear of undressing to Javier, out of all people, was the last thing you wanted to do. Of course, you’d been dating for a long time and you had no shame in undressing in front of him… it was just, you felt so vulnerable being out in public. The idea of exposing your body in front of all these strangers practically knocked you sick.

“Look Javi, that man over there is selling pomegranate.” you smiled, trying to change the subject.

Javier pulled a face and you laughed, knowing about his disdain for the tropical delicacy. He walked you over to the stall and you picked out some of the red fruit, placing it in your wicker basket.

“Sweetheart, see that man over there? He’s selling those summer dresses you always say you like.” you looked over to see where Javier was pointing. There was an older, happier looking man selling a variety of different dresses, adorned in beautiful butterflies and floral designs.

“They’re very nice Javi,” you replied softly but then felt your cheeks flush with heat. “But he might not be selling my size.”

Javier frowned and he furrowed his dark brown eyebrows together. “Wh— what? No. Come on baby, let’s go have a look.”

Begrudgingly, you followed, knowing just how stubborn your boyfriend was. It was pointless protesting.

You knew Javier meant well, but you couldn’t face the embarrassment of going over there with your boyfriend and getting let down over the market vendor not stocking your size dress. Not to mention, you knew how much it would irk Javier. He always got so mad and defensive over the discrimination you’d face on the daily. It was nice, having a protective boyfriend and all, but part of you wished he didn’t have to be defensive.

You knew about his past reputation, sleeping with the prettiest girls who had a more slender physique. Whilst you were learning to love and embrace your body, you found it easy to compare yourself to them. Javier chastised you for it. He’d tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and he knew that the moment he laid eyes on you, he had to have you.

The cheery man greeted you both and Javier handed you his wallet. “I’m going to get a smoke, buy yourself something pretty.” he told you, his moustache grazing your cheek as he pressed a chaste kiss into your skin. You watched as he disappeared through the crowds of people and you huffed out a sigh, rubbing your temples.

“Hola,” you smiled nervously.

“¿Qué puedo hacer por ti hoy?” What can I do for you today?

You nervously looked amongst the colourful dresses, shocked to find that this one vendor was actually stocking your size. You took it from the rack and positioned it over your body and wow— you truly thought you looked gorgeous.

“Excelente opcion. ¿Le gustaría probarlo?” Excellent choice. Would you like to try it?

Ideally, you didn’t want to get undressed in the middle of a market, but there was still the deep resided worry that the dress wouldn’t fit. You offered the vendor a nod of your head and he showed you to the changing rooms.

The dress fit beautifully, showing off your arms and your legs. You knew you had the perfect set of matching heels that would go with it at home. It was like it was meant to be.

“Princesa,” Javier had returned, his chocolate coloured eyes gleaming with delight when he saw you step out of the changing room, still wearing the dress. “You like it?”

“Yes. Do you?”

His jaw was slack and he nodded his head slowly, spending a few moments drinking in your appearance. A smirk slowly crossed his lips.

“We’ll take it.” he told the vendor, handing him thirty pesos. You packed up your old outfit and denim jacket, and felt confident enough to spend the rest of the day in the dress.

You and Javier walked out of the market, hand in hand. To your surprise, no one was even staring at you. No one was judging your body, your skin or your curves like you thought they would. Nobody even cared. Everyone was just minding their own business and focusing on themselves, which honestly, made sense. After all, why would a stranger care about what you were wearing in the first place?

And even if they did look, even if they did judge, they’re not going to remember you. They have their own lives, worries and insecurities. And suddenly, in that very moment, you realised that this one summer dress had given you a whole new outlook on your life.

And you were happy.

“Cariño, as much as I love that dress on you, I can’t wait to take it off when we get home.” Javier practically growled in your ear, teasingly bringing his hand down to your ass.

You giggled in response, nudging him playfully.

“You’re my world Javi,” you smiled. “Thank you for always loving me unconditionally.”

Javier pouted jokingly at your soft expression but then burst out into a grin, the corners of his brown eyes crinkling with delight as he pressed a kiss into your lips. Javier was never really one to smile, but ever since retiring from the DEA and committing his life to you, he’d become a much happier and freer man. Words could never amount to how much he appreciated you for giving him the liberty to become a better man.

“Always my love,” he promised, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Always.”

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[esther-dot]

Miss your writing 👉🏽👈🏽🥺 any Jonsa wips you may be working on?

Thank you so much! <3

Yes, I have started a fic for the the October Jonsa event (link), but I'm not sure how much of it I'm going to get written in *looks at calendar* a week *sobs.* The fic was inspired by this prompt, but I've opted to have Sansa injured in the crypts instead of an assassination attempt. Not a conscious choice, just what happened! The first few hundred words are below the cut:

The living do not celebrate after the battle.

They stand amongst the dead, searching for their loved ones.

Jon had seen Sam fall and could not help him, knowing they all would if he did not reach the Night King, but he hadn’t. He’d been useless in the end. Useless, but he lived, when so many others had not. The bodies of Dothraki, Northmen, Unsullied, and Free Folk stretched as far as he could see, dead upon dead, so deep it would take weeks to sort through them.

It dazes him, the blood, it's everywhere. On the walls, on the ground, on his hands, each finger black with it. They shake, his hands, his body too, and he realizes he’s kneeling, trembling. A hand on his shoulder makes him grab for his knife, but Arya speaks, “We can’t get in. I went to find—the crypts—when the dragon was burning everything—"

Her face is grey like the smoke swirling through the air. Streaks of blood are on her cheeks, in her hair, making it stiff, and he tells himself, she’s alive. She is talking to him, but all he hears are the same words over and over, she’s alive, and for some reason, her voice, her hand, the mess of her hair, none of it can make him believe.

“Jon.” Her fingers dig into his shoulder painfully, “—the entrance collapsed.”

The archway to the courtyard is just behind her. He can see it, and he’s opening his mouth to say something before he realizes, staggers to his feet.

“I didn’t know where you were—if you even survived—the stones are so—”

She’s in his arms and he’s pressing his lips to her temple. “You’re alive. We’re both alive.”

She pushes out of his arms, frustrated, “The crypts, Jon. I can’t get in. I can’t get to her.”

The crypts. The crypts are safe. They’ll be safe in the crypts.

“Bran is safe, your friend Sam is with him.”

She was in the crypts.

“I can’t get in.”

She was in the crypts.

Slowly, looking past the blood, her pale cheeks, he sees that Arya is still afraid.

“I can hear screaming, and I can’t get in.”

The crypts.

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Everyone is talking about DILF so I wanna talk about one of my selfship AUs where Pros is a sexy single divorced dad in his 30s 👉🏽👈🏽 And my insert is a single mom so y’know what happens next…

Ohhhh a quality au 👀 Dilf Prosciutto… he would honestly just age like fine wine. He’s still got that cool demeanor and has tastes for the finer things in life, dressed to the nines as he flirts with you. Though, also… there are times when he’s a bit more casual. I’m picturing him reading or smoking in a soft sweater with the sleeves rolled up to show those toned arms.

Maybe as he gets older, he’d need glasses, even if they’re just for reading or driving. I think he’d be the type to want to spoil your self insert, too, making nice dinners and buying you gifts. Step one? Get the kids together for some play dates. Step two? Suave, subtle teasing and flirting. Maybe even stealing a kiss when he can. Pros definitely enjoys the art of seduction and he’ll love getting to woo someone so beautiful.

[lawscorazon]

kizaru 😳🥺👉🏽👈🏽

i désire him carnally. want him to blow smoke in my face so bad

[gimmethatagustd]

🔫 3, 12 and 39

hello miss hali mede. i guess you can kill me if you really want

What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

(answer from previous ask i copy/paste cuz i'm lazy) LOL my writing ritual is that i don't have one and that's probs why it's cursed. nah but fr i literally just write any moment i have the time. but when i'm REALLY trying to get IN IT i listen to music (spend way too much time picking a playlist) and then i try to just power through. maybe smoke a lil too

If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be?

OHHHHH GOD. 1) no more writer's block PLEASE, 2) to always know what word i'm trying to think of, 3) for my hands to not get tired cuz i got like pre-carpal tunnel i can FEEL IT COMING in the words of the weeknd

What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

when i feel like giving up, i literally do. like i just stop. and i just let myself not do any writing for days. and eventually, i start to go crazy cuz i need to have a creative outlet through writing. and no matter how frustrated i might get with like being self-conscious with my writing or not coming up with ideas i like, ultimately it is impossible for me to stay away. so it's kinda good to give up and then realize nahhhhh actually i want this and i need this. sometimes i just need the reminder yknow

ask me some weird writer questions 🥺👉🏽👈🏽