#I love irish spring soap

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What would iwa smell like selsel??????

like the love of my life

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scan a bar of soap >:)

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Showering with TF141 for the first time headcanons

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Warnings: little suggestive, 18+

John Price

Showering with John the first time made you feel like you had been doing it wrong your whole life. 

He has separate shampoo, conditioner and body wash. None of it smells too strong but over is a more masculine scent. He even suggested that maybe you bring some of your own shower supplies over to keep at his place.

He let you take up most of the warm water, the selfless and generous man he is. ^v^

Pampers you. John washes your hair and body without question. 

Thinks grooming each other is not only romantic but also is a strong form of bonding and closeness. He craves your attention and presence and showering together is perfect for that.

He uses a loofah to scrub your body, standing a little closer while he washes your back. His hands are firm but gentle as they caress your body and lather it in soapy suds. 

You lean with your head and back to his chest while his hands massage over your breasts and stomach. Teasing you just a little, fingers grazing along your nipples a little too much as he presses you closer against him. 

When his hand dips between your thighs and he runs his fingers between your folds you can’t contain the little moan you let out. He smiles into the crook of your neck and does it again and chuckles when your back arches, pressing your ass against him.

“Feel good love?” he teases. his hand abandoned your heat to rinse the rest of the soap off your body. With little sighs of protest from you. 

When he washes your hair, his hands are too gentle and so delicate that you could hardly believe they could ever be used for violence. He takes care not to snag any tangles and works them out with his fingers. Your eyes flutter shut when he starts to massage your scalp.

He makes sure not to get the soap in your eyes.

Is more than delighted when you take to washing him as well. Smiles and hands over the loofah. 

Maybe it's just me.. But… I imagine John standing in front of you with your back against the cold shower wall, his arms caging you in while you trail the loofah along his skin. 

It actually takes everything in him not to get to hard and fuck you. He had time for that later. Once you finally moved in he couldn't see a reason why he couldn't shower with you every chance he could get. 

Lets you use his bathrobe and laughs at how big it was on you. Make a mental note to buy you one of your own in your favorite color, but fluffier. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

At first Simon wasn’t sure if showering together would be that good of an idea. He already took up a lot of space. When you finally convinced him and managed to actually fit you both in he was a little surprised. 

You fit but he didn't get as much of the water, otherwise he would take it all.

To your horror Simon uses a 2in1 shampoo and conditioner BUT he does have separate body wash. 

Nothing too extreme or strong for scent. Body Wash is like  irish spring or something but even lighter.

He was going to just take care of himself real fast then focus on you but you stopped him, hand on his arm and reaching for the bodywash yourself. You ask him with those sweet eyes of yours if you can help. He nods silently and lets you do as you please. 

The only thing he has is a sad looking rag so you opt to just use your hands, rubbing the soap over his chest and shoulders, making him turn around so you can reach his back. 

(if you are brave and so desire, you may try and cop a feel, go ahead. Just be ready to get your wrist snatched as he whips back around with a glare.)

But overall he enjoys the attention, it's soothing and relaxing and he's groaning when you wash his hair. Your fingers raking across his scalp helps his mind slow down a little.  

Insists on repaying the favor, being as nice and gentle as you were, caressing your body in his large hands. He had an easier time washing your body than you did his, making sure to reach every little crevasse of your body.

He's tried really hard to be gentle with your hair. He doesn't want to pull on any tangles and ultimately fails. But he kisses your head every time he snagged his fingers in your hair.

“Sorry lovie… not meanin’ta tug so much.” he mumbles an apology. 

Simon decided he didn’t really mind showering together, you actually made it a much more enjoyable process, not just something for necessity. 

After the shower he gives you one of his white shirts that covers just below your ass to lounge in, just to see your still damp body through the thin fabric. 

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny was the one who dragged you into the shower with him with one clear goal. To make you smell like him before you go out with your friends, he had to get up early and decided to stay home.

Only problem.. Mans uses 3in1… granted its extra scented and you won't be able to mistake it was meant for men. But still, your cringe at the thought of using it. Even though you complain the whole time he’s lathering your body up and chuckles at you. 

He doesn't even have a rag, just a true dude really, roughing it in the shower. Just uses his rough calloused hands that sends chills down your spine instead.

Is handsy, can't stop himself from groping your breasts and lingering a little too long between your thighs. Even nipping and kissing your shoulder once he washed your body off. 

You have to bat his hands away to make sure you're not late, knowing you still have to get ready. 

“M’sorry dove, just so pretty and naked for me.” he groans into your ear, holding your back to his chest, hands cupping your breasts. “Sure ya gotta go? Can't just stay’er with me?” he pleads with you. 

You firmly, while giggling from his kisses on your neck, tell him you can't.

When he washes your hair he puts a little too much in and you have to squeeze your eyes shut and rely on Johnny to help you to the water. Teases you when you cling to him in your blinded state.

Honestly he wanted to ask you to wash him too but he knew you were running late so he did it himself quickly so you could get ready. 

Overall you don't mind his playfulness or his touchiness, with more time you would even indulge in it, but with better shower supplies. 

Drapes the towel over your shoulders and wraps you in his arms to keep you warm from the cold air.

good thing you at least had your makeup and outfit with.

You promise to buy a few new things for him, so you feel better about showering at his place. Then you'll make sure to give him the same treatment, with much more time. 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle, like John, has separate products. The scent of his body wash is stronger but with a... spicy?? under-tone to it.

Showering with him is a little slow, and lazy. He normally likes to shower right when he gets up and this time you just happen to join him, wanting to spend as much time with him before he leaves for the day. Not like he was complaining.

Keeps you close so you both can enjoy as much of the warm water as possible. Holds you to his chest most of the time  

Goes to wash himself before you stop him and take the body wash from him with a small smile. His heart flutters when you softly ask if you could help, which he responds to with a tired smile and a nod.

He lets himself relax, enjoying your hands lathering his body in suds. You were gentle and a little hesitant at first but soon gained full confidence when he handed you the shampoo and asked you to wash his hair too. 

You do so happily. You scratch and massage his scalp, making him groan with delight as the relaxing sensation. 

Before you even think of washing yourself, he's doing the exact same thing and stealing the bodywash, telling you it was his turn.

He’s respectful, only gripping onto your hips a little and cupping your breasts for only a moment. He has work and can't give you the attention you deserve. 

But that doesn't stop him too much, still not able to resist grabbing your ass and pulling you in for a lazy kiss.

When he washes your hair, he practically has you falling back asleep while you lean against him. He decided he could just eat on his way to base, making sure you were clean and happy was currently his top priority now.

Takes a moment to hold you under the showerhead, relishing in the warm water and you against him before reluctantly turning the water off.

He only has towels, but they're big and cover most of your body.

While he dresses, you crawl back in bed. Naked and clean. Kyle smirks and tells you that you better be right there, just like that when he gets home tonight. And you happily obliged. 

“Just like that, got it? Want ya naked and ready yeah.” He instructs with a glint in his eye.

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OP Men Dating a "Girly Girl"

A/N: sorry this took so long and I haven't posted anything original in a minute my life is mess and I'm so very tired jfc...I know this isn't more than my usual group but I was just gonna stop at Luffy and then decided to add Ace and Sabo as a thank you because writing these and putting them on Tumblr has been really good for me, so thank you for always being here to indulge me 🥲 ❤️

Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo

Sanji

Let's be honest, girly-girls drive Sanji craaaazzzzyy (not that all women don't, but he's definitely more partial to the feminine ones) Your make-up, pretty skirts and dresses, jewelry, and manicure, he can't help fawn over you constantly 😍Although you do it because you enjoy it, it's nice that your efforts are so appreciated!!

He spoils you soooo baaaddd!! He literally can't help himself when he sees something pretty or cute that reminds him of you, he has to get it for you. You're drowning in squishmallows at this point.

A river of blood shoots from him every time you show off a new outfit. You're going to kill him and he'll thank you for it.

Dressing up in nice outfits together, especially on date night, is a shared activity that you love to do together. Y'all are living your best happily ever after lives.

Ya'll definitely have scheduled self-care nights. You put on some slow music, open a bottle of wine, draw a bubble bath, all that.

He's utterly useless when it comes to helping you pick your outfits or makeup if you're stuck because he loves you in everything, it's too hard for him to pick. You're his perfect, beautiful Y/N-swaaaaan 😍💖💖✨

He does love to see you in pink or red though so he might default to those colors

Don't try to test your makeup on him lol, you're going to re-awaken the gender identity crisis...I mean Kamabakka trauma

Listen...I'm not saying Sanji has a mommy kink...I'm not even at Whole Cake Island so idk wtf is going on there. All I'm saying is if you give this man a bath, wrap him in a towel to dry him off, and rub him down with luxurious lotions and oils, you might awaken something...that's all...👀

ZORO

He has no clue wtf you're doing. If it weren't for the fact that there's no proof that witches exist in this world, he'd think you are one

He looks at your vanity full of serums, creams, scrubs, lotions, etc, not to mention the makeup and he's like "??????" Just completely baffled

But what do you expect? This man would use that five-in-one Irish Spring soap if he could.

Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate and admire the fact that you have extensive knowledge in something he can't even comprehend

He knows you like nice shiny things, and again, while he doesn't get it, he does think it's really, really cute when you go starry-eyed over a necklace or an outfit in a store.

In the same vein, he knows how much you love cute things and animals. He has absolutely found a cute animal in the jungle, picked it up, and brought it to you just to show you because he knew you'd love it.

Sometimes in his own gruff way he'll agree with you that it's pretty cute. Thank you for helping this manly man admit things are cute and that's okay.

Other times, he's the one making sure you don't get distracted because it's so cute

Unfortunately and fortunately, you're pretty to him no matter what you do to yourself so it's all kind of a moot point to him.

You can try to ask him about which 'x' to wear, sometimes it's helpful because he'll throw out a really practical answer and then other times he's like "How 'bout you just go naked" 😏.

He'll wear a face mask with you like...twice a year. And he's going to bitch and moan about it but he does it because he loves you. The entire process is like trying to give a cat a bath "WHY IS IT SO COLD? THIS STAYS ON MY FACE FOR HOW LONG???"

Exfoliate this man at your own risk...I'm dead serious that water is going to be brown

LAW

I need you to know right now this man will let you paint his nails!!! I mean, not like gel or acrylics or anything, but he'll let you paint them any color as long as it's a dark shade of that color. You once designed Bepo on his middle fingers. He did in fact flip people off a lot more often when he had them.

Let's you wear a pastel boiler suit because you he loves you and wants to see you happy

Much like Zoro, he's got no clue what you're doing. He'll stand back and watch you while making the exact same face as the gif above.

He thinks he's being stealthy peaking around a corner to watch your morning or night routine, but you quickly catch on. Please please pleeaaassee ask him if he has any questions because he does. He's just really curious why you're doing what you're doing and what it does. It's basically skin medicine and he's really fascinated.

Knowing that you like shiny things makes his life admittedly a little easier, it's not that he doesn't think of what to gift you, he puts A LOT of thought into what he gives you, but knowing that earrings, necklaces, and bracelets always make you happy is great just in case of analysis paralysis or he forgets. Sorry.

Also you wearing the jewelry he gets you does something to him, especially a necklace he can pull on a little, mmhhm you're making this man struggle with impure thoughts.

You both love cute things, it's something y'all connect on. It's really good that you help him access that very neglected inner child of his and encourage him to coo and fawn over adorable animals with zero reservation.

He'll do skincare with you too when he's not super busy. He can admit it's kind of nice to sit in bed with a book, glass of wine, and a face mask and just bask for a minute

He acts like he hates when you rub serums across his face and use a derma roller on him but he loves it

Law doesn't really pay attention to your clothes, but when you really go all out he breaks out in a sweat and he can't keep his eyes off you.

LUFFY

I'm not saying he thinks it's stupid, it just...why have an hours long care routine when you could be going on adventure with him??? 😭😭😭

He will help you pick out your makeup but don't expect it to look good. You're gonna end up with neon orange eyeshadow and green lipstick. Like literally every "My Boyfriend Does My Makeup" youtube video.

Plays around with your stuff but that's because he has no idea what all these strange contraptions are. The moment you try to explain his eyes glaze over and next thing you know he's whisking you away to go do something more fun.

He likes the shiny bright stuff (highlighter), makeup probably is the only part he even remotely engages in because it's

Explain how contour works to this man and watch him lose his fucking mind, he thinks you're a shape shifter now (honestly this applies to all of them except Law and maybe Sanji)

He never notices what you wear, Nami is gonna have smack him on the back of the head to get him to realize you put on something fancy

Luffy points out everything, it just so happens that things he points out sometime happen to be cute animals

Hides in all the stuffed animals and squishmallows in your room to surprise attack hug you

*throws mud at you* "Is this the kind of mud you like, Y/N??" He really means well though.

You know those hair masks with all natural ingredients like honey and banana? Yeah, he's gonna start sucking on your hair like spaghetti...I'm so sorry.

He'll bathe with you but that's because he wants to be close to you, it's definitely not about being pampered or relaxing.

Try to put a face mask on him or something else and it'll just become a game of tag around the Sunny. You can't catch him and he's having a great time outrunning and outwitting you.

He knows this is all important to you so even though he doesn't get it he'd never make fun of you for it and the moment someone calls you "extra," he's kicking their ass.

ACE

Maybe all the glam is a little silly to him but that just makes you extra cute!

He will also absolutely let you paint his nails. Hell, he'll let you do a full beat on him just for fun and he'll wear it for the whole day because he's so unserious lol

...As long as he gets to do your makeup after...Much like Luffy you're gonna be covered in neon colors that don't even remotely match, but you guys have a great time lol

Admittedly likes to be pampered by you when he gets back from a long mission.

Please take a bubble bath with this man, it's not like the water is ever going to get cold!

I'm pretty sure you'd legitimately lead to Ace taking better care of himself. Got this man out here talking about his cuticles and shit lol

Honestly, it's really good for him because self care leads to self love and Ace needs a lot of help with that.

He tells Pops about all the stuff you do 1.) because he loves you and 2.) he hopes some of it will help Whitebeard heal a little, god bless him 😢

All of your hardwork doesn't go unnoticed, he legitimately gets kind of misty eyed when you really dress up because he's so so so lucky. He swears he doesn't deserve you.

He always brings back some kind of gift even whether it's a cute plushie or something exotic to wear from all of his long travels

I need to stress how much this means to him, everyone of these things is like a little proposal because he already knows you're it. Every little gift is leading up to a ring from this man.

He's also just genuinely impressed by the skill it takes to do your makeup so well, especially after he tries doing it on you

Much like his little brother unfortunately, he does play with all the little contraptions in your vanity, especially in the beginning because have you seen an eyelash curler? He's so confused lol

SABO

Sabo and Ace truly are his brothers because he really don't get all the effort lol

Admittedly, a lot of that is because he thinks you're so hot already what's the point???

Once he gets this is just how you are he's less confused, he's probably the most normal out everyone. He lets you do your thing, although he's really curious how you managed to always look amazing while being in the fucking revolutionary army!!?? Where are you getting the time???

If someone were to intrude on y'all on a free afternoon you're both in fluffy robes with face masks on and Sabo loves to pretend to act like a bitch when he's in selfcare mode with you lol

"Are you seriously bothering us right now, ugh! I can't even right now!!" And then you both break out in laughter

He really thinks you should teach others how to contour and do makeup because it has great applications for disguises and infiltration.

And brags about your skills to everyone

Wonders how many of your makeup supplies could actively be used as a weapon *eye roll* jfc Sabo

There's a part of you that secretly worries all your boujieness will remind him of his blood relatives, but he assures you that it doesn't because you have a good heart and he never doubts that

Besides, being a little extra with him helps him associate those things he used to associate with his blood relatives with you instead so it's even better

He spoils you so bad, but with a Sabo-flair, ie. stealing from shitty people and bringing it back to you because you're oh so more deserving of nice things let's be honest

He gets jealous of the cute animals that you squeal over hehehe, please hug him when he starts pouting

He'll always wear a little pink just for you ❤️

[lightless-flame-official]

gerry keay (classic flavor):

skinny. not in a way most people notice off the bat, because he's quite tall and very good at looking big, but leitner hunting burns a lot of calories and he's been chronically underfed for most of his life

eye tattoos on each of his joints, placed there by supernatural means as a protective ward against other powers

his hair always looks like shit for several reasons, including but not limited to:

- he doesn't like to dye it when his mother is around, both because of the vulnerability of the position and because he doesn't like to be Perceived by her while doing anything he actually. ya know. enjoys. this means that it has a lot of time to fade and his roots grow out.

- if she's around too often for a stretch of time, he has to find a local business he hasn't already been banned from and rinse it out in one of their sinks. this leaves it looking understandably patchy and rushed.

- the dye he uses is cheap as hell -- having his own money is an occasional luxury which cannot be taken for granted.

- he just. generally doesn't take care of himself and his hair suffers overall as a result. he doesn't shower often enough and when he does he uses precisely one (1) type of soap. and it's like. if they have irish springs bar soaps in england then it's that and if they don't then it's the closest equivalent.

he isn't actually like. goth. as we would think of it.

black clothes don't show bloodstains and they made him feel safe edgy and dangerous as a teenager.

we're talking thrift store jeans purchased when he was 16 an never replaced. maybe some band tees. boots for marching into a den of hunt avatars.

the leather jacket is also secondhand and while yes he does feel very badass and cool in it it's also a practical piece. good for fighting. especially when the people you're fighting might have claws or want to set you on fire.

sewing needle piercings with visible scarring around them.

he just generally looks. kinda sick all the time? again, not something that usually registers because he's also good at being intimidating but if you're looking for it there's all kinds of evidence of chronic sleep deprivation and malnutrition. he looks unhealthy, concerning.

gerry keay (tmagp):

goth. like, real goth. like buying from thrift stores still but more often and having fun with it now.

we're talking fishnets. we're talking eyeliner. we're talking black lipstick. we're talking absurd and impractical jewelry. we're talking dabbles in lacy skirts and definitely owns a corset. and yes he still wears a leather jacket but exclusively because it feels cool and badass. he's goth babey!

no longer skinny. precise body type is whatever your heart tells you is true but three square meals agree with him and he's gained a very noticeable amount of weight.

the hair dye is still not professional, his roots grow in occasionally and it's still a bit patchy, because he's still doing it at home, but also. he's doing it at home. it's fun, and he has fun with it. the dye is better quality. gertrude helps him with touchups. black is still a favorite but he's dabbled in other colors, dark purples and greens and blues.

loves to be covered in stuff. when he's baking, he will intentionally smear flour on his black pants and make it look accidental, and when he paints he doesn't wash his hands. this is partially so he can see the evidence himself, and partially because he wants people to notice it and ask. he wants to say, "oops, i was baking earlier, i must've wiped my hands on my pants."

he still has shitty irresponsible piercings from when he was a teenager. the more recent ones are more professional.

his tattoos are pretty and useless. he designed most of them himself.

there's color in his face. sleeping gets a little easier every night.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

hiiiihiihi :-) could you write some Jimmy x reader relationship hcs? ^_^ if you do, thanks!

NON-TULPAR JIMMY AU HCs

A/N: I will only write for Jimmy in a non Tulpar au, given exploring his character outside of that whole mess will give me a fun challenge in terms of characterization. So thank you for the intriguing request.

Warnings: Smoking and that Jimmy is in this.

Failed guitarist (can still play decently but is a way better drummer), successful drummer and decent singer.

I feel like he would be part of Midwestern emo band or punk.

Smells of cigarettes and incense

How you'd meet would be at a concert where his small band would open for a bigger band.

He's not a drinker but you meet him at a smoke break.

Slow to open up, but if you start asking questions about his drumming technique, he opens up fairly fast.

Down the line, you two start to become friends. He's a bit rough, a smoking drummer that drives a 2004 GMC Envoy, but his charm lies in his passions for world music and the outdoors.

Can also play the Arabic Oud and the Armenian Daduk. And he'll play them for you under stars if you give him the opportunity.

Very big conspiracy theorist and will share all if his theories with you. Has a tin foil hat in the back of his Envoy.

Used to roughing it a good chunk of his life and really doesn't have a real place to call home aside from his car and his studio apartment.

OK now on to the relationships HC

He confesses through a song, though you had to catch him after it given he had a fight or flight moment after.

Has a lot of issues but is a pure passion project underneath the layers of grundge, insecurities, and defense mechanisms.

Talk about his passions and he'll go off about music theory and history and he'll go off. It's the reason he owns a couple thrifted exotic instruments in his apartment.

It takes a long time for him to get used to physical affection, but it gets better, and on cold nights, he'll have you tucked into his side with some weirdly comfortable psychedelic blanket.

He loves you more when you start giving him better soaps rather than the 4 in one men's bodywash he's been using because good god are you tired if smelling Irish spring.

He cooks basic comfort food though not a lot of meat given that meat is pricey and his income isn't the best but he can work magic with veggies and beans

He will cook for you. But he's very stubborn and if you call him out on his good deeds he'll just shut up and not talk for a while.

Slowly introduces you to his band as time goes on.

Hope you don't like smoky kisses because he will not give up cigarette unless you two really reach to a healthy living point in both yours and his life together.

Though gift him a nice pipe and tobacco and it doesn't smell as bad, he'll actually be in a better mood with a good pipe.

Will share it with you.

Likes having you against his side and stargazing.

Talks about mythologies of different ancient civilizations.

A/N: sorry this didn't go much into relationship stuff i ended up using this ti characterize Jimmy outside the tulpar. Also I know people want toxic jimmy but I can't write that. No toxicity hcs on this blog.

[archangeldyke-all]

hihi! :) (let’s hope the tumblr gods don’t eat this)

do you have any thoughts about modern sevika tastes? i.e how she dresses, the scents she likes to wear, the music she might like, what her phone case might be like. things like that! :)

- topdrop anon

i have a few, but i would LOVE to hear your guys thoughts in the comments too!!

men and minors dni

she dresses practically: pants with lots of pockets, shoes with steel toes, breathable and easy to wash fabrics. but i think she's got a little fashion sense in her, and she knows how good she looks, so she's always buying her clothes just one size too small so all her muscles are on full display, pulling and tugging at the tight fabric of her clothes.

lots of shades of gray and black. some earthy tones-- olive greens and tans and browns. a few pops of color here and there: her favorite red jacket, the purple beanie she wears in winter.

all her socks are black. but her boxers are the cutsy-est things you've ever seen. prints of little hearts, dogs, kitties, ducks, lolipops; writing over the ass like 'eat me' or 'kiss me'; she keeps most of her attire serious, but her undies are always goofy.

i think her left arm would either be a prosthetic or covered in tattoos. shoulder to fingertips.

she's totally the type of person to drive in silence. or listen to the news. she doesn't really listen to music, but she's got a few jazz vinyls she's always cycling through at home. i think it's mostly instrumental, but she does have a soft spot for some soulful singing (which means she cries when nina simone comes on every. single. time. and can you blame her?)

as much as i want to make her a punk-rocker, i just think she'd find it noisy and annoying hahaha.

her phone case is either clear, or it's super bulky and has a little latch on it so she can latch it to her belt lmaoooo.

she keeps the background photo as the default picture it comes with, until she meets you. (she changes it to a pic of the two of you kissing the SECOND you agree to be her girlfriend. she grins after you say yes, pulls her phone out, and quickly changes her background, whispering, "fuck yes, i've been waiting to get rid of this boring ass wallpaper.")

i don't know how to describe scents, but i picture her smelling fresh, like kinda minty, but in a irish spring way. sandalwood too. but on top of all her soaps and lotions, she wears a really warm scented cologne, like tobacco and brown sugar and whiskey and coconut. like amber-y smelling?

she tries to deny the fact that she's got a sweet tooth. she's always munching on chips or nuts or other salty snacks. but that's just because if she starts on a sugary treat, she won't be able to stop herself until it's all gone.

you find this out after you gift her a pan of brownies for her birthday in the morning, and find that they're gone by lunchtime.

now, you always keep little chocolates and hard candies on you to pass to her when she looks stressed. she always gives you the biggest, happiest eyes you've ever seen, like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars instead of a peanutbutter cup.

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Kinktober Day 19 - Scent Kink

Wincest ♡ Teenager Sam Winchester ♡ Pining ♡ Jealousy ♡ Word Count : 1,767

Written for @spnkinkevents

Don't Shower

Sam pillows his head in Dean's lap the minute they're out of the school parking lot.

Dean smells like an auto shop, black grease still ringing his nails. Sam snuffles his hand when Dean scrubs his head and it makes him laugh.

"Quit. Little animal."

Sam pretends to bite at him, snapping his teeth for comedic effect, giggling and diving right back to his spot when Dean shoves him to floor.

Sam has Dean's cardboard box of tapes balanced on his stomach, flicking through albums he knows so well he could sing them in his sleep, when he realizes that Dean is taking an awfully long time to get them home.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

A pause.

"Dad called. He'll be home soon."

"Oh."

Another pause. Longer.

"Did he sound like he was okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, he was in a hurry, but he said everything went well."

"Did he say what day he'd get here?"

"No. Just, soon." Dean sounds like he feels guilty for being excited.

Well. Sam's glad their dad is okay. He worries when he goes off alone, and Dean's relief is palpable, but "soon" means no more special drives.

No more stretching out to his full and aching length in the front seat while Dean fussed over him and promised to rub his legs when they got home.

And no more resting on Dean, breathing him in.

Years ago John had said Sam was too old for it, and for once, Sam had agreed with him. He was a big kid now, he didnt need to lean on Dean when he got tired, and he didnt like Dean petting his hair anymore.

That was when he was seven.

But now, Sam is sixteen. "Big" seems relative, and things are changing for him in unexpected ways.

So he takes what he can when he can, holding Dean when they're alone. Clutching their time together like the big secret it has to be.

It had started a year ago.

Dean was always more than happy to accomodate his baby brother's affectionate whims, and if Sam had any secret ulterior motives, well, what Dean didnt know wouldn't hurt either of them.

In the back of his mind where his conscience spoke quietly to him, Sam knew that he shouldn't be doing this.

That he should at least tell Dean what was going on. Why Sam so often ended up with his face in his lap or tucked under his arm. The reason behind Sam's recent poor memory when it came to doing laundry, regularly running out of clean clothes and needing to wear Dean's instead.

It was that Dean smelled good.

But in a weird way, one that Sam didn't fully understand. It left him feeling funny, like his organs were shaking.

Because it wasn't the drugstore cologne Dean drenched himself with every Friday night, or the knockoff Irish Spring soap they both used, the aftershave lotion or hair gel.

It was none of the things Dean did to make himself smell appealing, to try and cover up the underlying sour trace of graveyard dirt and poverty that they could never quite scrub away.

It SHOULD have been those things, and it very nearly was. But what Sam had snuffled out, pawing through bedsheets, sweated through shirts, and boxers that had been used for days too long, feeling just like a dog while doing so, was that it was DEAN.

It was his sweat, and the faint traces of gasoline and clove cigarettes that always seemed to cling to his skin.

It was that damn sour smell Sam couldn't wait to leave behind but that made them smell the same and that was the way it should be so he loved it, and it was the heavy scent that rose from between Dean's legs whenever they watched a dirty movie together, or when his eyes followed a pretty girl.

The smell of his armpits and chest after a few days of hard work, long nights, and no shower.

The kind of smell that made Dean pace around the motel before checking his shirt and wrinkling his nose up, stripping off then and there and balling his shirt up to chuck it at Sam in an attempted gross-out tease.

Sam always responded appropriately. Expectedly. Swearing viciously at Dean and pretending to get upset when Dean laughed and called him "Princess" or bitch.

Dean would then saunter off to the shower and Sam would listen for the water to start running and the slick sounds of Dean washing himself before stuffing his hand down his pants and his nose in the clothing.

Breathing deeply.

Trying not to feel guilty.

Failing at it.

It got more and more frequent, and the more it happened, the more of it he needed until he was stealing Dean's undershirts before they could get to the laundromat, wearing them to bed, jerking off into them and then stuffing them under his mattress to use again the next night.

If Dean knew anything was happening, he didn't show it.

So Sam told himself that there wasn't any real reason to stop.

Which led him to the dangerous game he'd begun to play, stretching out in the front seat, head on Dean's thigh, pulling his too big jacket over himself and pressing his body against the seat to hide his erection.

It made him feel bad to use Dean this way, and every few days, like clockwork, he would resolve not to do it again. Besides, his luck could only hold out for so long. Dean was going to notice one of these days and that was a conversion Sam would do almost anything to avoid having.

But then Dean would come home late, stumbling over himself with a stupid grin plastered across his face, body and mouth smelling like women and sex, and Sam would hate him, before the Want would cut another stripe down the raw middle of him and the cycle would repeat itself.

Sam tried to subtly dissuade him when it first started happening, telling Dean that he smelled weird after those nights (and mornings and afternoons), trying to tap into Dean's blanket aversion of "gross" to get him to stay home and stop smelling like perfume and sticky lip gloss and heavy breathing and start smelling like Sam again, the way he should be.

But Dean just laughed him off and said that that was the smell of eau de pussy and it was the best thing in the world and Sam would understand when he got older.

Sam had just stared at him until the smile fell awkwardly from Dean's face and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

He tried to say sorry, pat Sam on the back. But Sam smacked his hands and said he was going for a walk, letting the door slam loud behind him.

Sam stayed out late into the night, longer than he should have on a school night, longer than he even wanted to, pacing frustrated circles around their temporary neighborhood, hoping to make Dean worry.

Because if he's worried, then he cares, and then Sam can forgive him.

He's so caught up in these thoughts that he doesn't hear the footsteps running up behind him, is caught completely off guard by the arms that grab and yank him, crossing over his chest and holding tightly to him.

He flinches away and starts to panic, unable to break loose.

But there's a lump of metal digging into his spine and it calms him down.

"Dean?"

His brother's hands are shaking.

"I thought you'd fuckin run away."

Sam tries to squirm around to look at him, and it takes a moment before Dean let's him.

There's a touch of motel soap on Dean's skin, fighting to rise above the sweat of his fear. He must've been searching for hours, his eyes are wild and he's disheveled. Sam can tell that he's been raking his hands through his hair. Dean's sure tell for when he's overwhelmed.

But.

He'd showered.

He didn't know who that girl had been, but Dean had washed her off, specifically because of Sam

And that made the dark and jealous parts inside of him light up.

Sam scowls and kicks his feet trying to shake the memory off.

It doesn't do him any good to think about all the times Dean chose him over some girl, cause there are just as many times when he's been left behind. When the lipstick stains just wouldn't come out, no matter what Sam tried.

His shoes scuff the door, and he waits for a reprimand that doesn't come.

Instead of the usual "It'll be your ass if something happens to Dad's car", Dean just asks, "Your legs hurtin' again, Sammy?"

Sam just shakes his head, using the motion to work his way up the inner of Dean's thigh.

"Hey, you're gettin' a little close to the goods there, Sam. Scoot down."

"Try not to hit me in the head with the steering wheel, Dean."

Dean glances down, but Sam has his face buried stubbornly against his hip, quick breathes warming his front pocket.

"You have a bad day or something?"

Sam pulls the coat tighter around himself.

"You always want to drive, Dean. So just shut up and DRIVE, okay?"

"Uh huh." Dean will figure out what's going on, he always does. And then he'll beat up or threaten or kill whatever that problem is, and Sammy will be alright again.

His hand comes off the wheel to rub little circles between Sam's shoulder blades, like he used to do when Sam was a baby and had colic, or when he'd get so angry as a toddler that the back of his neck would go tight and red and his lips would twist up and he'd stop breathing.

It'd worked then, and it works now.

Sam huffs and sighs. Petulant, but coming around. Slowly. 

He moves as close as he dares to the soft heat emanating from Dean's crotch and turns his cheek up to watch him, nose against the soft material of worn out jeans, breathing in the heady scent of him and wondering if this was anything close to what it was like to be one of Dean's girlfriends.

He turns his head, brushing his lips as lightly, as accidentally over Dean as he can.

He wants to kiss his brother.

He can't.

Not once.

Not ever.

And it hurts.

---

Fifteen years later

Dean's phone buzzes. It's a text from Sam.

I'm on my way home.

It'll be a few days.

Don't shower.

[Ao3 link]

[garbinge]

Not Much To Tell

Jess Mariano x F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 1.6k A/N: I've been rewatching gilmore girls and I'll always be a team jess girlie <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of pregnancy and toxic ex who suggests “taking care of it.” *Want to clarify we are pro choice in this house!!!* All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989kmc1

“So, Doose's Market is right downstairs across the block, the post office is on Peach Street, bookstore is on Plum, and the bakery is on Apricot Ave.” 

As you stood in what used to be Luke’s apartment which used to be a hardware store office surrounded by your luggage and all your personal belongings, you rested your hand on your stomach which was showing your obvious pregnancy. 

“One more fruit street name and you’d have a salad.” Your voice cracked at the awkward joke but you quickly smiled at Jess’ response. 

“Well I did forget to mention the gas station and Gypsy’s Auto repair which is on the corner of Cherry and Walnut.” 

“Walnuts in a salad, my God Mariano, the years have changed you.” You teased your old best friend.

It brought you back to being 16 in New York and teasing each other, spending all of your free time together. In all honesty, where you were at in life you wished you could just go back to that simpler time. Where your biggest issues were getting Jess to actually show up to school and not mark up all of your books, But seeing how that was impossible, you’d have to make due with what was in front of you. You supposed it wasn’t all that bad, Jess had swooped in and come to your rescue. But when you spoke the words “the years have changed you”, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes move down to your stomach for a millisecond before coming back up to your eyes. 

Yes, the years had changed you as well, although it was more like the months did. You were 6 months pregnant with no where to live, no where to go, no job, just $500 in your bank account with no expectation of anymore deposits to be made. But in this moment none of that mattered because Jess took one worry off your plate. A place to live. 

“You know I remember that one time I came to visit you here.” Your hand cupped your stomach instinctually before moving to look out the window. “You met me at the bus stop,” you pointed to the bus stop in view, “and then took me to the diner and made me a burger.” With that, you turned back to him. 

“Old habits die hard.” Jess shrugged since it was exactly what he just did. Picked you up at the bus stop and brought you to Luke’s. 

“Caesar made me my burger this time.” You corrected him. 

“And with no ketchup smiley face, I have to add.” Jess tilted his head and lifted his eyebrows. 

“Really changed the whole experience.” You nodded in agreement and then the booth of you laughed. 

“So, there really isn’t any food here, and I think the only soap Luke has here is an Irish Spring bar from 2002.” Jess was going to the linen closet to look for anything that resembled a toiletry. “But we have sheets.” He pulled out a blanket and a sheet from the closet on the side that used to be his. 

“Jess.” You interrupted him, you could have given him a funny sarcastic response but you saw how much he was scrambling. 

He was placing the linens on the bare mattress and turned to look at you, tucking his long hair behind his ear. 

“I can go to the store, it’s okay.” It was then when you were grabbing your bag from the kitchen table. 

“You want company?” He was asking, grabbing his keys. 

“Would love that.” You smiled and with that, you were off walking to Doose’s. 

The market was cute and had everything you could need in a off-brand label. Jess was holding the basket for you as you added in food and shampoo. As you two stood at the frozen food section, debating the art of the perfect hot pocket, Luke appeared. 

The whole interaction was short, less than 2 minutes but it felt like eternity. He was talking to Jess about his mom and TJ, something that honestly was too complex for someone who was new to the conversation to understand, but for someone like Jess who not only knew TJ and Liz but also was privy to information regarding their current distress the answer seemed pretty simple to him despite Luke’s clear frustration. His frustration soon turned to fluster because his eyes moved to your stomach. 

It was obvious, he did a full double take. Mid-sentence he looked at you, smiled, greeted you because he remembered you and then went back to talking in a distressed manner to Jess before his brain caught up to his eyes. His eyes moved directly to your stomach and then went wide as his stare went directly to Jess for an explanation. 

It was obvious what Luke was thinking despite his lack of ability to say it outloud. The stutters that left his mouth were incoherent but obvious. It was then clear that Jess was related to him because he matched his uncle’s fluster with his own. Trying to explain the situation in stutters, grunts, confused noises and head shakes while Luke similarly flailed around. 

When Jess told you Luke was willing to give his apartment up for super cheap every month, you had assumed he was aware of your situation but leave it to Jess to leave out any and all crucial details. 

“It’s not Jess’” You interrupted the two men with a neutral voice. “He’s just helping me out in a tough time.” 

Luke stood up straight, confusion still littered on his face but relief starting to wash over it. “Oh, uh, it wouldn’t have mattered, I just– kid doesn’t tell me much you know, never has and still doesn’t…” Luke pushed Jess awkwardly with a smile on his face. “I’ll uh,” He brought his hand up to scratch behind his neck and then brought his thumb out to point behind him and just turned to leave. 

A chuckle left your mouth as you turned to Jess who looked equally frustrated and embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry, he uh, is–” 

“So much like you.” You finished the sentence for him and smiled before turning to the freezer section and grabbing the pint of ice cream. 

Jess looked at you grabbing the mint ice cream and smiled. 

“Toothpaste ice cream really?” He grabbed it from your hand and placed it into the basket. 

“Always been my favorite, you know this.” You moved to the check out lanes. 

“I thought maybe pregnancy would have altered your taste buds to realize the true disgust of it.” He started to place all the items on the belt. 

It was honestly his first time really acknowledging the pregnancy. He obviously was aware of it, but even when he ran into you in New York a week ago he never really said anything about it. He just realized you were struggling and knew he was in a position to help. 

“You don’t really talk about it.” You passed him items from the basket as he placed them down. 

“I figured you’ll tell me when you want.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with you. 

“Not really much to tell.” You shrugged and moved to the cash register as he unloaded the rest of the items. 

“$72.56” The cashier spoke as they dropped the items into multiple bags. 

As you went to grab cash from your bag, Jess moved and handed the person a large bill before you could even get the zipper open. 

“Jess.” You said it calmly, but clearly feeling some way about it. 

“I wanted to do this for you before you got here but I got caught up in Philly.” His eyes were genuine, and you took a minute to decide if you were going to continue arguing or not. Ultimately you raised your hands and stepped back and let Jess pay. 

As you stepped outside with the bags in your hand, Jess immediately came from behind you and took them out of your arms. 

“I don’t want you thinking I’m a charity case.” 

“Do you not remember that you paid for everything when we were kids? Pizza, refilling my metro card, my CDs.” 

“I didn’t pay for your CDs, just lended you the ones I bought for myself.” You corrected him. “Plus, I had a good job making stupid good money for a 15 year old.” 

“Well I have a good job making stupid good money for a 30 year old.” He shrugged. 

“His name was Glen and he was in a band and decided touring was probably more important than this. Gave me $500 to take care of it.” You blurted out the sentence while both of you were crossing the street, although you stopped to let the words flow out of your mouth so when Jess turned around he was a few steps ahead of you. 

“Glen is a really lame name.” He said it so soft, and you knew what he was really saying with that sentence. 

“It was the name of his band, too, The Glen.” You felt the tears in the back of your eyes but you didn’t let them escape. 

“Even lamer.” He nodded. 

“Thank you.” You stared directly at him. 

“Don’t thank me yet, I’m ordering Thai food for us tonight and we’re watching Almost Famous.” Jess was turning around to keep walking towards your new place. 

You picked up your pace to keep up with him and called out, “I don’t know if you want to give the pregnant lady Thai food!” 

[yepperoniro]

Class 1-A's HC Scent.

In no specific order

1. Shoto Todoroki: Sandlewood and Blue Cypress. Somehow smells Both fresh and warm. [He uses Bleu de Channel. It compliments the Cypress.]

2. Izuku Midoriya... after showering Italian bergamot, juniper, and fresh musk. The musk get stronger and stronger until he smells like a crowded amusement park line. [He uses soap (almight branded) and water.]

3. Katsuki Bakugo: naturally he smells very Sulfuric and musk. He uses Axe Too Much Axe. Axe Excite specifically.

4. Shota Aizawa: Aromanic Sage and Tonka Bean. [He uses an unscented 3 in 1.]

5. Tsuyu Asui: Patchouli and Agave Nector [uses Lavender scented all natural soaps]

6. Fumikage Tokoyami: Amber, and Spiced Bergamot. [Uses Oldspice Wolfthorn]

7. Tenya Ida: who knows he uses way too much Dior Sauvage and he showers enough and doesn't have such an offensive scent to notice.

8. Momo Yaoyorozu: Sugared Musk and Lavender. [She uses vanilla scented products.]

9. Ochaco Uraraka: Strawberry Vanella Beans [She uses scentless products.]

10. Eijiro Kirishima: White Pepper and Strong Musk. [He uses Oldspice Captian.]

11. Mina Ashido: Peonies, Plum musks, and over all sweet. (Perhaps too sweet.) [She uses Calvin Klein Obsession. It helps tame the scent.]

12. Mezou Shoji: Musk and Ceader wood. [Uses whatever he gets in his multiple hands.]

13. Mashirao Ojiro [my birthday buddy]: Sandlewood and Neroli nectar. (Uses Dawn Dish soap. If it's strong on pots and pans, it's fine for him... Someone help him...)

14. Denki Kaminari: Clementines and Mandarins. (Uses Axe Apollo. And tons of it. He doesn't need to as much as his classmates he just likes to fit it. Someone take the spray away from him!)

15. Kyoka Jiro: Patchouli and Sandelwood. (She uses Rose scented products.)

16. Hanta Sero: Cheesy... slightly Feminine surprisingly... very bad BO. Man showers when he sees his homies showering (after hero class and such.) [He covers himself with Axe Gold Temptation. And he needs it well he needs something... not as bad as Midoriya doe...]

17. Rikidou Satao: Smells woody and Tonka Bean. Naturally. He usually smells like sugar brown sugar, whip topping, or pound cake.

18. Koji Kodo: Musk and Mahogany. [He uses five in one Irish springs]

19. Toru Hagakure: cherry blossoms, Asian pears, and soft musk. [She uses Loves Baby Soft.]

20. Yuga Aoyama: Tangerines, Peaches and Oranges. Overall, fruity (I didn't even mean it like that.) [He uses Versace Eros]

21. Hitoshi Shinso: Leather, Amber Woods and Soft Musk. [He uses smells that compliment his natural scent.]

Wait did you want Mineta as well...

Okayy....

Minoru Mineta: Strong Musk! Not pleasant musk either. He smells like jizz like dried cum. It's always a thing. He tries to cover it with cheep Lavender and Vanilla. He ends up smelling like putrid Jizz, Generic Hand lotion, and chemicals. (Happy now? Cause I'm not. I had to imagine what all that would smell like)

[theshypinkflower]

Any new headcanons (and actual canon stuff) of Sal, Jerald, Rochelle, Jen, and Matt? I been thirsting for more headcanons + I missed ur blogs! PS. I hope you are having a good day, girly - 🐀

Sal:

-got a nose job once cause he got hit in the nose and it was all crooked

-badly broke his shin during football season in college and had to give up his scholarship

-majored in business

-has a little mirror on the corner of his desk at work (ifykyk)

-loves poker

-insane ring collection

-was apart of a boxing club while he was in college (after he broke his shin of course)

Jerald:

-loves building models! Airplanes, tanks, boats, cars, DnD models, that stuff

-has a mole right next to his nose

-majored in journalism

-uses Irish spring soap

-makes his own fishing bait in his free time (he's gotten hooks stuck in his hand plenty)

Rochelle:

-also got a nose job like her dad, but it was when she was 16 and did it for cosmetic reasons

-her purse is full of pills and nicotine (mostly zyns and a couple of cigarettes), and a tiny bottle of fireball

-can tell you a consecutive history of the Bachleor

-has gotten waxed so much the hair on her eyebrows and legs has stopped growing

-minor form for narcolepsy (she's so tired all the time due to how little eats and how hard she works)

Jen:

-naturally very sweaty

-wears braces cause after she got them off in highschool she had to get them back due to not wearing her retainer

-doesn't really shower (greasball!!!!!)

-her computer is just full of anime and porn

-oddly good at rythym games

-insomniac

Matt:

-was drum major in highschool, which doesn't sound bad until you remember he did football. Bro would have to throw off his pads and climb a ladder and play for halftime

-once got his jaw locked and had to go to the ER to get it fixed

-tore his ACL once

-majored in business with a shit ton of scholarships to pay for college (as if he needs to)

-got really good at blackjack one day and taught himself how to count cards

-easily beats Derek at arm wrestling competitions

[lynxontherun]

The Nightmare

OK FRIENDS ITS DONE! Just a few major warnings before we start. Tw: Major character death, gun violence, hints of abuse and Graves is just kind of a creep here. Anyway! Enjoy if you read!~Frost

Lynx had been here before, at least she thought so. The musty corridor of the underground bunker. The crumbling walls covered in rust and dirt, that smell. Some subconscious part of her was telling her something was wrong. Lynx tightened her grip on her rifle, eyes darting around the dim hallway.  

“Oi” A thick Irish accent cut her train of thought. A gentle tug on her hair that she’d known for years had her turning her head. Eyes locking onto the man who was on her 6.Her eyes softened as she met those sharp brown eyes. Pete was a tall man, a fact Lynx would sometimes resent, with wild brown hair. Curly as a lamb’s coat. He gave her a good natured grin “Ease up, scraps. Yer wound tighter then a spring. I get bein on edge behind enemy lines but yer gonna scare yerself, love”

Lynx took a breath, smiling softly at the sight of her friend. Free of the mask. Part of her wondered what mask she was even thinking about. She brushed it aside, choosing to roll her eyes lightly “Nothin the matter here. Im at ease”

“Lay off ‘er” Another voice breaks the silence. Lynx turns her head to catch the sight of that familiar redheaded woman. Jeanz? ‘She must be working with us this time. Wonder why the Shadows need this much help.extra members of a taskforce?’ She thought, though she cannot remember why it would be weird. Pete rolled his eyes at that, knowing Jeanz and her motherly personality. He looked like he was going to argue when the coms jumped to life.

“Scrappy, Whisper, Pete. Do you copy” Lynx knew that voice in her ear. The familiar yorkshire twang. The allied team’s captain, Float. Lynx had known him and the others for years, his voice quelling her churning stomach. She reached a hand up and lightly pressed her comm. 

“We copy” She replied “what's your 20?”

“A 3 meters to your east” Came the unusually sharp reply. Lynx had known Float to be one of the more easy going of the group. Hell the first time they met Float was in the middle of pranking Richter and Mica. An eerie feeling settled in her gut, along with the thought that she’d been here before. But something was different. Her thoughts were interrupted by Float barking out “You need to see this, Liz”

Lynx paused, Float never called her by her first name. her nerves ignited in a fire as she heard the tone of his voice. Something was wrong. She glanced between Jeanz and Pete. Both Irish soldiers looked worried, setting Lynx even more on edge. But she didn’t show it. Simply nodding as she responded “We’re on our way”

The sight that met them was one Lynx wasn’t expecting. Not at all. Ced- no, Barrage, was standing beside Mica. His arms crossed over his chest. Expression hidden behind that mask and those glasses. Richter was at his side, hand over his mouth as he stared at something. Lazarus was pacing the room. The man looked more like a caged animal than he ever had. Eyes dark and angry, a look Lynx couldn’t remember seeing on him before. Roamer and Mica were talking quietly in the corner.Their eyes kept glancing over to where Float was standing. Staring at rack after rack of missiles with Soap at his side. The Scotsman’s eyes were wide in shock and for once he was silent. She wandered into the room with Pete and Jeanz trailing after her. An air of confusion around them both.

“Whats goin on?” Jeanz was the one to break the silence, her voice tinged with concern. Lynx frowned as Most pairs of eyes were on the three of them all of a sudden. Float nodded her over. Eyes narrowed in anger. His voice was rough, tinged with betrayal and hurt as he snarled “What. the fuck. Is this.”

For a moment Lynx was confused. Her eyes scan the racks of missiles. Eyes trailing over them to see what the problem was. This was the shipment they were looking for, wasn’t it? Why did Float sound so upset, what- 

Thats when her eye caught it. The american flag. Plastered on the side.it was one of theirs. Lynx froze, turning to look at Barrage. But he was silent. As he usually was on missions. Lynx frowned deeply before turning back to the missiles. Her voice soft as she muttered “What the fuck..”

Float’s expression softened, and there was a hand placed on her shoulder. He looked like he was going to say something. Maybe add something or try to talk to figure it out. But none of them had time. The far door was practically kicked in, a very familiar texan strolling his way into the room. His men behind him. Lynx turned to the blond haired Sergeant. Her voice full of confusion and worry “Graves, whats the meaning of this-” 

Before she could finish, Richter’s horror morphed to anger. He stormed forward with a fire in his eyes. Barrage tried to stop him but Richter shoved him off and away. He got in Grave’s face, practically screaming at him. His voice was sharp "What the hell are American missiles doing here Graves, this is a recon and recovery mission. Is THIS what we’re recovering?”

“Richter-” Barrage tried again but the Londoner ignored him. Shoving the american back as he rounded on Graves. The Sergeant had a board look on his face. His men slipped in behind him and Lynx tensed. Watching as the other members of Shadow company seemed to circle them. Blending together in a tide of black and armor. Her eyes darted around. She didn’t recognise these men-

“Gentlemen” Graves drawled, putting a hand in Richter’s face to shut him up. He strolled past the furious brit and walked right over to Lynx. throwing an arm over her shoulder. Tugging her right to his side as he always did. But something was different now. His grip tighter. Almost painful. Lynx almost flinched as he moved behind her. The sinking feeling in her chest getting worse as both hands met her shoulders. Putting Lynx between her friends and him. 

Graves was using her as a shield.

“What we have here” Graves explained. A coy smirk settling on his face. His eyes gleamed with something that Lynx couldn’t see. He was still positioned behind her. Holding onto her shoulders so she couldn’t get away. His voice was rough as he spoke “Is exactly what we’re looking for. Now if you could-” “American missiles?” Float asked sharply. The tension in the room was rising, everyone could feel it. Richter and Soap stood beside each other. Shoulders squared back, ready for the violence that was bound to arrive. Lazarus took a half step in front of Barrage. His hand moved to the grip of his gun as he noticed the way Graves’ shadows had almost circled the group. Pete pulled Jeanz back a bit. Moving to the rear as best he could. The medic already on edge. Mica’s eyes widened as he saw what Graves had done, grasping Roamer’s arm and whispering something to him. Roamer cleared his throat “Why are they here”

“We simply.. Loaned em out” Graves chuckled “Now I know it sounds bad-” “LOANED EM?” Richter shouted. He moved forward only to be held back by Soap. His eyes were wild as his jaw clenched. Spitting out “THEY USED THESE TO HURT PEOPLE. THESE FUCKIN BASTARDS ARE MURDERERS USING YOUR COUNTRIES WEAPONS-”

Graves leaned down. His voice was rough against Lynx’s ear as he tugged her back. The air only grew heavier the longer he tugged her around. Using her as a puppet. Lynx was already on edge, only growing tenser at his voice. His southern drawl speaking to her and only her “You’ve got a choice to make, Sweetheart”

“What’re you doin, Graves” Barrage spoke firmly. Lynx could pick up on the note of concern in his voice, one he was trying to hide. Graves seemed to miss it. Tightening his grip on her shoulders He glanced around the room. Eyeing each man and woman with a sharp stare. Whispering “Them… Or us?”

“What do you mean” Lynx asked, voice tight. Richter was still screaming. Now joined by Soap, both arguing with some Lieutenant who was in charge. The room cracking with energy and Lynx felt the worst sense of Dejavu she’d ever felt. It dug at her skull. Clawing deep into the membrane, begging to be brought forward. Begging to see the light. But it would not come to her. Whether she called for it or not. 

“You. and Barrage” He clarified, Muttering against her ear “Them or us, Elizabeth. Pick a side… and choose the right one. Or there will be consequences”

Lynx shivered at the use of her first name. Phillip knew how she felt about it, how she didn’t want it to be used on missions. They’d been close for so long…. Her eyes roamed the room. Taking in the sight of each of those closest to her. The ones she called her family. Jeanz was getting in the face of some shadow that Lynx couldn’t recognize. Cursing him out for trying to make her shut up. The anger rolling off the Irish woman was palpable. Pete was still behind her, clutching his gun to his chest. He looked more nervous then before. Like he could feel where this was going to go. Barrage was as stiff as a board. Muscles tensed and ready for anything, Laz at his side, slipping a hand into Barrage’s. A clear answer to Grave’s question of where Ced’s loyalty lied. Laz’s eyes were glancing around. Maybe looking for a way out, maybe looking to see who’d strike first. Lynx wasn’t sure. Soap and Richter were still arguing, looking like they were on the verge of exploding something. Mica looked worried, glancing around as he began fiddling with his radio. Attempting to stealthily contact the taskforce’s HQ. 

Float was staring. His eyes never left Lynx, resolute and firm. Like he knew something she didn’t. He gave her a slight nod. Almost imperceptible. But Lynx had studied him for years. He was the closest friend she had besides Graves. Her eyes softened. And she knew the choice.

She took a breath. Looking at Graves over her shoulder. Snarling “Tell me the truth, Phill. What is this.” “The mission” He responded almost automatically “The one General Shepard sent us on. Now tell me. Them. or us.”

“Them” Lynx said firmly. Graves tightened his grip on her to a painful degree. Lynx tensed under his touch, one she had once welcomed even in the dead of night. She grit her teeth and bit back a snarl. 

“Wrong choice” Graves muttered. Then there was an order in her ear. The familiar voice of the man she had come to despise in the course of a minute. General Shepard spoke through the shadow company comms. 

“No Witnesses.”

The reaction was instant. Guns blazed through the room, lighting it up with sharp almost blinding flashes. Lynx’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Barrage go down first in a hailfire of bullets. He wasn’t given a single chance to react Lynx heard the scream before she realized it was her. Shouting so loud her voice sounded over the gunfire. “CEDRIC” 

Lazarus let out a cry of rage, a fire lit in his eyes unlike any Lynx had seen. Firing his rifle wildly to take down as many shadows as he could. Float was at his side in an instant, tugging him back and shouting orders. Pete and Jeanz worked together to take down a few that were blocking the back exit. Richter was frozen in shock as Mica fell to the ground, wheezing as blood poured from the bullet holes that now riddled his chest. 

Roamer tried to duck behind something, but a shot to his leg brought him down. Not a single shadow hesitated to put a bullet in his skull. Lynx’s went feral. With a scream she tore Graves’ hands off her shoulder, whirled around and kicked him in the gut as hard as she could. As soon as he stumbled back she delivered a swift punch to his face. Lynx snarled and grabbed her side arm. Firing in desperation at any shadow she saw. She ran forward, grabbed Richtor by the arm and tugged him away. Jeanz and Pete were leading them out, till a rouge bullet struck Jeanz in the back of the neck. Lynx screamed as she crumpled to the ground, only to be shoved forward by Soap. She didn’t even know when she started crying. With blurry eyes she followed whoever was in front of her, a death grip on Richter’s arm. She tried to grab Laz but he refused to move. Float wouldn’t let her stop long enough to take him too.

Float was quick to close the gap. Soap bringing up the rear, he fired wildly as they all did their best to avoid the hail of bullets. Scrambling out the door the group did their best to traverse the maze but it was never ending. Soap stopped for a moment as a bullet hit his leg. He fell to the ground with a loud curse. Lynx skidded to a halt, but both Richter and Float kept running. Dragging her away as she struggled. Her eyes met those familiar blue eyes. Watching as Soap was surrounded. Instead of letting them take him, he pulled the pin on a grenade. A smirk lighting up his features as he took several shadows with him.

Lynx felt her heart shatter, her throat closed up as she was tugged along. Only Float, Richter and Pete were left. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Float was screaming at her. Trying to get her to keep up as another hail of bullets chased them. Striking Richter in the back. Lynx still had a death grip on her arm as she was dragged to the ground with him. A sob tore through her, one she was unable to stop. She didn’t let go of him. But they didn’t have time to mourn. The sound of approaching footsteps and the sound of gunshots were getting closer. Float hauled her up as she screamed and thrashed. Taking a bullet to the shoulder before she was forced to let go.

“OVER HERE” Pete’s voice rang through the tunnel, Float dragged her along ass best he could but Lynx was inconsolable.Float picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Charging towards the light. They were almost out. They were almost-

CRACK

A bullet struck his side. Float went down, hard. Taking Lynx with him. Gasping for air he tried to shield the smaller woman as they were suddenly overrun with Shadow Company Soldiers. He didn’t last long, someone tore them apart and Lynx thrashed. Her eyes wild as she stared at Float. Her friend. Someone she cared about more then anything in the world. She was sobbing again. Gasping for breath as she called his first name “No n-no! Let him go! Eric! Eric-” Graves approached from out of nowhere. His rifle pressed against the back of Float’s head. Pulling the trigger without a second thought. Float slumped forward and a scream tore from Lynx’s throat. Guttural and filled with a pain she’d never felt before. She was torn in two. It felt like someone had ripped her apart. Everyone she loved. Everyone she cared about. Gone in the blink of an eye.

Graves grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. A sinister smile on his face as he mocked “This is your fault liz.. You can never escape this”

His face shifted. Now she was staring up at the General. Shepard sneering down at her as he said “I will find you. Again and again. Nowhere is safe. This is your life. It belongs to me. You belong to Shadow Company. As you always have.”

Lynx’s eyes snapped open as she sat up in bed. Hand grasping her chest, her whole body shaking. It was like something was stuck in her throat. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t speak. She could still hear them. Graves and Shepard. Their words ringing in her ears. Her heartbeat echoing like a war drum. She brought a fist to her stomach. Slamming it down as if to clear the obstruction.

Instead the sound that left her was a scream. One that transformed into a terrible fit of sobbing. She wailed, uncaring of who heard her. Curling forward in an attempt to force the feeling away. To force it all down. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t calm down. She couldn’t force it away. She wasn’t even sure if it was a dream? Was that what happened? Was that the truth or a concoction of her mind? Lynx couldn’t tell right now. Any coherent thought was lost to the wailing sobs that tore from her throat. Washed away in the tears that streamed down her cheeks. 

Lynx wasn’t thinking clearly as her fist struck the wall. Feeling the drywall crack beneath her knuckles was cathartic but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t know how long she stayed curled up against the broken wall. Sobbing uncontrollably. She didn’t even know where she was right now. She just knew it hurt.

[raine-degenerate]

Soap (mw2) head cannons

I love this silly man... Unhealthy amount..

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Was attacked by a dog when he was younger, nothing too crazy but forever changes his views.

He always wanted to join the military, from a young age that was his goal

Doesn't have a clue how to cook. He took home ec. In highschool and almost burnt it down.

Loves hunting. If he's home during hunting season he is out in his blinds.

uses very nice soap (hear me out here!) Like he isn't using Irish spring. Price bought him a really expensive soap as a joke but now soap is hooked.

Definitely used nice cologne, he has a collection for any occasion. Mainly woody and pine scents.

Smokes cigs. Doesn't matter what brand. But he hates the smell of them so after he's done he'll brush his teeth and spray cologne.

Pillow fanatic, when this man is home he is wrapped up in several blankets and pillows.

Beer drinker, will drink cocktails on fancy occasions but if he's just shooting the shit, it's beer.

He treats his partner like God/goddess. Love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.

Will take his partner on a shopping spree and just happily follow you around, just enjoying their company.

His wardrobe is full of t-shirts, sleeveless shirts and blue jeans. He can dress up but rarely.

Animals aren't his favorite. If his partner has some he'll be civil. Prefers smaller animals.

Personal hygiene is a must, he has lotions, creams, gel. His bathroom cabinet is packed.

Loves late night walks, any chance to look up at the stars or just get some fresh air.

Works out every morning. If he lives with his partner he will wake up before they do just to work out and get a shower in.

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[swordbeliever]

Hey I heard you've been on T for awhile I've just started and know I'll start to smell soon, do you have any tips on how to keep smelling fresh cause I'm worried about stankin’

LMAOOO i love this ask…. i genuinely do have some good advice on this i think because im quite a Sweaty Fella & come from a family of similarly sweaty and stinky guys LOL

my main advice is

1) find a GOOD deodorant and consider antiperspirant if it doesn’t bother u. lots of guys use old spice and love it, personally it breaks me out so i tend to use the irish spring speedstick antiperspirant (it’s also dirt cheap) and also a spray deodorant to refresh. i’ve tried natural deodorants like native or tom’s and they really don’t do much. i personally just say stick to the cheap stuff because it usually works and smells decent!

2) GOLD BOND!!! especially if ur heavier set / particularly in the thigh and ass area. this shit SAVES me during the summer from diabolical swamp ass. i keep a travel size bottle with me at all times. slap some in ur underwear in the morning, between your thighs to prevent chafing, and really anywhere that sweats more. again u can go with the cheap shit it works the same.

3) if u do use cologne, don’t overdo it. you do NOT wanna be the guy who smells like he just sprayed a whole can of axe on himself. one spritz per shoulder, one on your lower half, and maybe a spray/walk through if you really need it. better yet, use an aftershave and put a dab on your wrist, rub your wrists together, then on your neck.

otherwise just shower often & use a good soap (i usually do an unscented soap to wash my body first then a scented one/body wash after)

[theformerbastard]

who is/are your comfort character(s)? My love for Jane Lane is pretty well documented.

lighter or matches? When I was a smoker I was obsessed with lighters but matches smell so goddamn good.

do you leave the window open at night? I hate windows so much.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? Bigfoot. I deadass keep my eyes peeled when I drive thru super wooded areas. I think most of the other ones are just people seein' barn owls but Bigfoot is out there, man.

what color are your eyes? Blue

why did you do that? Wanted to

hair-ties or scrunchies? When I had hair I was all about hair-ties

how many water bottles are in your room right now? Got a 2 liter of diet pepsi in the mini fridge

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? None coffee

would you slaughter the rich? I mean...no? I know what this is actually askin', I just don't like the wording

favorite extracurricular activity? Drinkin'

what kind of day is it? It's chewsdy innit (it's Thursday but that was the first thing that came to mind)

when was the last time you ate? Like...minutes ago

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? I've never understood people that say "smells like rain"

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) nope

can you drive? yep

are you farsighted or nearsighted? near

what hair products do you use? water

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? I can paint my own but I think I'd be shit at paintin' someone elses

do you say soda or pop? Soda. People that say pop are lunatics.

something you’ve kept since childhood? anxiety

what type of person are you? anxious

how do you feel about chilly weather? BIG fan

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Playin' roller hockey (where my Kevin Smith fans at?)

perfume/body spray or lotion? On me? Nothin'

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Every awkward encouter I've had since I was like 7

about how many hours of sleep did you get? depends

do you wear a mask? *Jim Carrey doin' Ben Stein* we all wear masks...metaphorically speaking

how do you like your shower water? In the shower

is there dishes in your room? Nope

what type of music keeps you grounded? Country

do you have a favorite towel? Used to. It was light purple. Fuck. Such a good fuckin' towel.

the last adventure you’ve been on? *in my best Jeff Bridges voice* ya know...uhhh we're like in it, man.

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Yes

what’s your timezone? Depends

how many times have you changed your url? A few

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Brooke

a soap bar that smells good? Irish spring

do you use lip balm? Nope

did you have any snacks today? Bag of cheetos for lunch #healthnut

how do you take your coffee? I don't

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Instagram

what’s your take on spicy foods? I'm a bitch

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? That's dark and I don't like that my brain is actually comin' up with names

can you remember what happened yesterday? I'd have to think really hard

favorite holiday film? While You Were Sleeping. It counts.

what was the last message you sent? "ALLLLLLL?!?!!" When @didee-anne told me she wanted me to answer all of these

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? I'm not good with ages but a "friend" gave me a shot of wild turkey and a shot of bacardi 151 in high school. I'd tried my dads beer before that but the shots feel more...significant.

can you skip rocks? It's been years but yeah

can i tag you in random stuff? Why not