emojis for when you are listening and reacting. free to use.

scheming

DISCOTHEQUE

the...tongue thing..?

when no one can make your Boy laugh the way you can make him laugh

rizzing the bartender/head butler is Spamton's favourite pastime

Sam and all his bountiful encouragement. 🧡

could you write a smoke request? i don't have that much creativity for a long scenario but it could be during his and f!reader's wedding night; if you want to turn this into a smut, feel free!

CRESCENT’S CARESS (nsfw content!) / SMOKE X FEMALE!READER

a/n: i certainly can write it, because it is the first smoke request i’ve received and i am positively thrilled to answer it! thank you very much 🩶 as a warning, again before reading: this piece contains NSFW content.

There's nothing in this world that could take his eyes off of you. Tomas is certain the second he does that this world, having gifted him nothing but its loss, would rip him away from you. His love, his beloved, the sharer of his heart, now vowed and wed together. Every kiss almost seeming to beg against your lips to remain there with him. The warmth of his hands melting into your flesh, your hips, your waist, any part of you he could touch. And when you finally part from Tomas' lips, the stain of your painted lips across his, he's desperate to return. Every ounce and piece of his adoration for you he could possibly show drowning in his eyes.

"I need to breathe, Tomas." Yet you are smiling, and as he watches it push a chuckle out of you, he can't help but smile himself. His body heat melding into your own as he holds you within his grasp. "One more, my love-- just one more." So another kiss you allow Tomas and he divulges in your lenience. Tangling his fingers through your hair, unraveling carefully, with each second of the more than one kiss he gifts you, the pins and jewelry covering your head. "One more." He whispers, pressing his lips to your neck; coaxing each piece of your phoenix red dress off from your body. Smiling as you do the same for him, tracing the gold embroidered details over his chest. The lovely red fabric slipping from his shoulders and waist the same hue of his skin beneath your palms. Pressed down against the fabric of your shared bed; gazing up with nothing but worship as you straddle him. Coated in candle light. The bruises of his lips illuminated in sweat on your neck and your own, of rose red, over the expanse of his sharp jaw. One, there, where the scar resides on his brow; another on the beauty mark on his cheek. Scattered all over his body where your lips may reach. Even then, both out of breath, Tomas can't stop smiling, and neither can you.

"If I said the words I wished to say---" "Yes, I would kiss you again, Tomas." You relish in the moment of peace that fills with your joined laughter. Waving cool air into your burning hot cheeks; only to be whisked away onto your back by Tomas. Using your moment of weakness to lay you down, pulling you into another willing, desperate kiss. This time, you can feel him every part of him; his weight, his skin against your own, his cock pressed against your inner thigh. Even now, tangled in your arms, begging and waiting for your permission. "Please." This time, you beg to him. This time, you forfeit everything to him-- your love, your beloved, the sharer of your heart. Pressing your hips against his own, running the length of his cock over your dripping cunt. "Please--- I need you, Tomas." Grasping him in your hand, dragging his head over your clit, coated in both his and your own slick. What resistance could Tomas offer? Nothing, to his love, this night-- you belong only to him and to you, he belongs. Your Smoke, your Tomas. "Anything for you."

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DID YOU HEAR?! ITS HIP TO BE SQUARE!!!!

why do you, as a man, have such an itchy, trembling, nose? what's with those desperate little gasps of air? why are those pinkened nostrils flaring & glistening with moisture? you need to sneeze? you do, don't you?

whore.

What Was That All About

This will happen way, WAY, later but I cannot, I tell you, cannot stop thinking about Ghost with Soap on his lap, all stretched out and hot on his back on the sparring mat and just indulgently staring up at Soap with half-lidded eyes going "Go on, then." [...] "Take what you need, Johnny." Bye. BYE.

Nina: it's just...the way he looks at you

Inej:...and how is it that he looks at me

Nina: I don't know, it's like he wants to carve out your heart and sew it in his chest just so he can feel it beat with his or something...it's just intense

Every time I draw or think about human Dust sans he has to be trans masc and I simply do not make the rules.

Comb on over and sea the magnificent bloody belly comb jelly!

A denizen of the deep, the bloody belly’s dark red coloration keeps it camouflaged from predators in the depths, where red light disappears and red-colored animals are nearly invisible.