What All My OCs Smell Like!!!
Following in @rottent33th's and @solmints-messyocdiary's footsteps Imma also list what my OC's smell like! (The ones I've almost completely fleshed out so no Xander and Olivia yet)
Percy Jones (Sinclair)
•Percy smells like Fresh Ink, the kind that comes from the really cheap pens you can buy anywhere. This woman refuses to buy the really expensive pens with cartridges that cost 20$ each. She also smells like Fresh Coffee grinds and a hint of motor oil, smoke, sometimes coppery blood smells and the Pomegranate perfume that Bo bought for her for her birthday one year.
Bunny Jones
•Sugar.
This girl smells like walking into a bakery. Although what kind depends on what she's baked. Sometimes its bread, sometimes it's cake or something else sweet. She also has a massive sweetooth so she'll smell like gummy bears or black licorice.
Claudia Grey
•Claudia smells like the finest handmaid soaps. Girl was born into a rich family so she has all the best things. She also smells like fruit blossoms, fresh linen and werewolf sweat. Being around Darrell he's already marked to other were beings and supernatural beings in general that she is his.
Penny Johnson
•Like death warmed over. Like a corpse. But she masks that heavily by being an avid pot smoker, which isn't much better but it could be worse. That and there's a hint of chocolate from the pot brownies she bakes to keep herself from going feral when she doesn't feel like 420 blazing it.
+bonus!! (No I didn't forget Izzy I don't know what youre talking about 😅)
Izzy Madison
•Girl smells like dusty linen and old books. Also like diner smells when shes working. So like the really good diner chili, chowder and pancake batter.
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Enough with Lois being flattered and seduced by Bruce Wayne. I want Clark blushing like a school girl every time Bruce gets within ten feet, and Lois wants to know why.
So of course she sleeps with him. Mostly to prove to Clark that Wayne isn’t all that and a bag of snacks. A little bit because hey, Wayne isn’t exactly horrible to look at, even if her vibrator has more sentience.
And then, in the middle of trying to prove to Clark that there’s absolutely nothing to get flustered about, Wayne rocks her fucking world. Not once, not twice, not a fluke — all weekend. In between rounds she spots him doing the New York Times crossword in pen and decides it’s a hallucination.
She limps (happily) back to the office on Monday and when Clark brings up Bruce Wayne again, she keeps her mouth shut.
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pro hero deku has a fleshlight of you. it’s off brand hero merch from some shady corner of his city. it had caught him by surprise, he hadn’t been looking for it.
well, izuku hadn’t been looking for a fleshlight with.. you on it. it’s a particularly tasteful design—he blames that, of all things, when he decides to slap some hundred dollar bills on the register and scurries away without making eye contact with anyone.
(that’s how much it cost, right? he might’ve left some over in change. izuku doesn’t really check until after he’s home and his pants have barely even collapsed to his thighs. and your printed tits bounce with every fucking stroke to the hilt, to his balls. izuku can’t tear his eyes off of your stickered, cute little face as he grinds down harder over the toy. humping down into it lets him see you better when he spreads his legs and fucks the well-lubed fleshlight like it really is you, his balls smacking lewdly with the filthy wet sounds. it’s less like he checks, and more like izuku stumbles into the price tag as he’s wiping a fat glob of cum off the god forsaken thing.)
snooping around where he shouldn’t be, katsuki finds it—used, dear god!—and threatens to tell you, their beloved, angel-dearest friend, about it every time deku does something to even mildly piss him off. deku cries :(
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I’m thinking about older bf Simon in some grey sweatpants after shower. Smelling nice and clean, warm and cosy on the couch. And the print of his flaccid cock is visible through the sweatpants 😵💫
fuuuuuck FUCK fresh and clean simon about to make me ACT UP 🫶🏼
it was standard for your older bf!simon to shower with the bathroom door open.
you’d queried it, leaning in the door frame watching him struggle to fit under the shower head, slightly obscured by the condensation on the glass.
“need t’keep an ear out, can’t hear y’when it’s shut”
and you never questioned it again. it was filed away with simon’s hatred for noise cancelling headphones and sleeping when you were awake.
it goes hand in hand with “i always know where you are”
so simon showers with the bathroom door open and you don’t complain.
hard to, when you can lay back on your bed and smell the wafting steam with his body wash hinted in it.
when you can turn your head and catch glimpses of the way the water ricochets off his toned body.
when it’s also an open invitation, if you ever wished to join him- he’d welcome you with open arms.
but it also meant, when you were on the couch watching something mindless- you could hear the water shutting off. knowing it meant that any minute-
simon enters the living room with water still dripping off the ends of his cropped hair. bare chested and glistening a little from a rough towel dry.
his hands are still pulling up his sweatpants, grey- the soft ones that feel nice under your cheek when your head is in his lap.
you can tell he’s not got anything under them, you can tell by the visible print that sits just over his left thigh. the one you’re trying your damndest not to fixate on.
simon slots in next to you on the couch, wrapping you up in his arms so you’re pressed to his chest. he smells like adidas after-sport, citrus and musk and inherently man.
you could bury your face in him.
he’s warm, relaxed, content and it’s the moment where you’re melting into one another a little- fitting perfectly together.
“we’re not watching this rubbish”
he breaks the comfortable silence, reaching over you for the remote- he’s been really into cooking shows lately.
and you’re just really into him, letting him commandeer the tv so he can catch up on his kitchen nightmares.
you think you fall asleep to the dulcet tones of gordon ramsay, but it’s probably more the heartbeat under your ear and the firm hand tracing circles on your back.
that’ll do it.
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Angel walking up behind Husk so quietly he didn't notice him, and when Husk turns around to leave he's at perfect height to accidentally bury his face in Angel's chest fluff. There's a moment of silence where nobody moves that is only broken when a loud, steadily increasing purr breaks out of him. His hands are making biscuits in the air.
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