#and i love fragrances

[rayveneyed]

cw: smut / cisfem!reader / scent kink

something nobody ever considers about satoru gojo is that he’s very particular about scents.

it’s a weird side effect of the six eyes that is rarely ever spoken of, by him or any other; along with his fantastical sight, his ability to distinguish minute details kilometres away, to read the ever-twisting flow of cursed energy, yadda yadda yadda — the extrasensory perception he was granted the second two gametes fused into a zygote had skyrocketed every perceptible sensation above the level of the average human. leagues above the level of not-so-average humans, too, but that’s a story for another time.

beneath the slightly dusty smell of skin cells and flesh, each person is different. diet and exercise play a huge part, of course, but then there’s the more obvious things — perfume, toiletries, surroundings. nanami always smells like paper and sandalwood. nobara, sweet and fruity, with a sneaky undertone of something synthetic — something almost hospital-like. yuji smells like grass and citruses, like he’s just popped open a can of something fizzy and caffeinated on the lawns of jujutsu tech. but if he had to choose a favourite…

“could — could you, um—”

one really must forge their own little bits of happiness in this line of work. the constant death and despair really puts a damper on one's lust for life. for gojo — sweets, cute little figures, themed cafes and expensive cakes, things that pleasantly appeal to and delight each one of his six senses. you, in a similar way, enjoy the finer things in life — cashmere and vicuña wool, luxury furniture for your top-floor apartment, century-old wines with names you cannot pronounce — and, to gojo's delight, perfumes.

oh, you have one for every day of the year, he's sure. white florals bursting with zesty citrus, bergamot and black tea when the weather cools. there's fluffy vanillas and sugar-sweet marshmallows, tempered with the smooth depth of sandalwood. osmanthus seeping with syrupy apricots and and peaches. cloves and nutmeg and cypress for the days when the clouds split open and tokyo turns grey.

with your back pressed against the couch and gojo flush against you, hips slotted between your pillowy thighs, he's able to dig his nose right into the curve of where your jaw meets your neck, exactly where you spritz your perfume every morning. today, it's one of those delicious, good-enough-to-eat type of smells; white chocolate and macadamia nut and — fuck, he almost moans against you. sugar and spice and everything nice — you smell like everything he's ever wanted to gorge himself on. he's reminded of the cheap, strawberry body spray you used to use back in high school — how the scent would catch on his nose when you walked past, how it lingered on his jacket when you brushed against him. he shivers.

he lifts his lips from your skin — lifts his nose from the cradle of your neck to give you a distracted, slightly disgruntled, "huh? what?"

it's only without the smell of you clouding his nose that he suddenly realises that you're squirming against him — the heat of your clothed pussy pressing against his hardened cock, layers of cotton and denim and linen between you both leaving you with only the slightest, most irksome hint of pleasure. even with his blindfold fastened over his eyes, it's all so much.

"just — i need something," you say, exasperated. your forehead's dewy with sweat, glasses slipping down the bridge of your pretty nose. "you've been at this for ages."

"ah, my bad." but he doesn't stop. how can he tear himself from your warmth, the heat of you radiating from your skin, your arms wound around his neck and fingers in his hair? how can he leave even a single inch of space between you, when your chest is heaving with excitement and the musky sweetness of your arousal is reaching his nose? he satisfies both your needs for stimulation with slow, curling rolls of his hips, dull pleasure tingling up his spine and leaving him shuddering. "i thought you were more patient."

"you — you're the one that dragged me in here," you say, even as your breathing gets heavier, even as your head falls back with a whine, baring the column of your neck to his greedy, seeking nose. "i told you i have plans, so unless you—!"

"alright, alright," he concedes, though all of your arguments about the time have been half-hearted at best. "don't you worry, i'll take good care of you — real good care."

"you sound like such a sleaze when you say stuff like that."

"mhm." for a moment, he lifts his head — and he doesn't have to look at his reflection mirrored in your eyes to know that his pupils are blown wide, his cheeks flushed pink. you're not much better off — for all your whining and posturing, your proverbial claws aren't much more dangerous than those of a scrappy little kitten. beneath it all, your breathing is laboured, your blood vessels dilated. you smell sweeter, like your body is a ripening fruit or blooming flower, opening for him. your blood rushing to the surface of your skin, heating up the fragrance oils still dotted along your flesh, turns it all heady and head-dizzying.

you want him — you can deny it all you want, but he can see it clear as day. the reminder sends what little blood remains in his head straight to his cock.

"you smell sweet," satoru says, blank and dumb. "when you're horny."

for a moment, you pause. embarrassment — and arousal, though you probably won't admit it — has you locking up. a hint of bitterness turns your fragrance — like burning chocolate — before you huff suddenly, smacking at him until he begins to back up. "oh, my god — you're so shameless, satoru—"

"no, i'm serious! h—hey, stop!" he argues, wriggling until he's back in your good graces again. he dips his head to your skin again, teasing you with little nips along your neck. you'll see the bruises it leaves tomorrow and demand he make it up to you with sweets that he'll just have to eat with you, earrings that glimmer in garnet. for now, though, he’ll get a little serious.

"you get a little sweeter when you cum too, y'know," satoru coos. he tugs at his blindfold, blinking as unfettered light filters into his retina. it's sensory overload, overstimulating and overwhelming, but it's exactly what he wants: to see you, feel you, taste you, smell you — be engulfed by you in every way he can. as if drawn there, his hand sneaks between the tight fit of your bodies, slipping under the hiked-up hem of your skirt and petting at your underwear — soaked, as he’d expected, coating the tips of his fingers. "like syrup. i wanna smell you like that.”

his tongue peeks out over your pulse point, touch reaching up and up and up to that fantastic little ball of nerves he adores. you let out a moan so loud that even he’s taken aback. giddiness bubbles in the pit of his stomach — giddiness, horniness, it’s all the same to him — and he shoves his nose so hard into your skin he swears it’ll bruise. ah, there it is. he’s barely even touched you, too. it’ll be even better when he does.

“g—god, you’re horrible,” you say, arching into him, like you can’t bear to be apart for even a second.

“me?” satoru laughs. you’re distracting from the task at hand, though he usually doesn’t mind. he can’t help but respond, giving you your own attitude back a thousandfold. it’s just now, when it’s been so long since he’s gotten his fill of you, he’s just… a little impatient... “oi, don’t get all embarrassed — you always get so mean.”

“then stop saying things like that, and i won’t have to be — a—ah!”

satoru suckles at the cold-hardened flesh he’s just taken in his mouth — your mouth falling open in wonder and your chest heaving as he takes your nipple between two dull rows of teeth, humming. between his fingers and his mouth, you’ll soon be rendered almost completely silent, shuddering and twitching in what he knows will be a strong, satisfying orgasm — sweet with sweat, salt and musk gathering between your legs. looking up at him with glassy eyes and calling his name. his mouth waters.

he better get a move on, though: you have plans, after all.

[nohoney]

dabi is obsessed with your cherry perfume 🍒

he can’t get it out of his head, the sweet smell of the fruit spritzed onto your skin had his head turning the first time you had walked by him. it’s not overpoweringly sweet and he can smell a bit of jasmine as well in the fragrance. this is the first time he’s ever been this enticed before by a perfume. dabi doesn’t bother to compliment you for your perfume choice, but he does show that he is allured by it.

leaning in close to you when he bites at your neck, dabi holds back a groan when he inhales deeply. his teeth leave a bruise on your skin, the sting of his bite making you tremble in excitement but asking him to soothe you now with a kiss. he kisses your lips, your cheek, back to your neck again, at your collarbones, and even on the inside of your wrist. cherries, cherries, cherries—god, he’s getting obsessed.

he fucks you in missionary, one of his least favorite positions but he wants to tuck his nose along your neck to keep as close as possible to your perfume. that and to keep on biting you too. he smothers you in kisses, sometimes silencing your needy little moans and breathy calls of his name. “dabi… oh fuck dabi…!”

his cock fucks deeply into you, your eyes rolling back when he goes balls deep. your cunt clenches tightly before you cum on him. you beg for more, begging for dabi to keep using you as much as he sees fit.

the smell of the room reeks of sex, his cologne, and your perfume melded together in some odd mixture that only smells good to the two of you in the moment. dabi lays back in your girly bed to catch his breath, his head resting comfortably on silk pillowcases and his eyes leisurely glossing over the frames of art, photographs, and the dried bouquet of flowers hung on your wall. he lets you curl up next to him and rest your head on his chest. it’s faint, you had sweat off your perfume when you rode his cock earlier but it’s still there.

days later, dabi smells cherries again but doesn’t see you around. he looks for you but you’re nowhere in sight, and the perfume he’s associated with you doesn’t quite smell the same like the way you wear it. so when you’re in front of him again, it’s when he realizes that it’s not just the perfume you wear that he likes.

he just actually likes you.

[baifengxis]

confirmed gl (wlw) asian series to air in 2024*

23.5 Degrees The Series (Thailand)

The Loyal Pin (Thailand)

The Last Case (Thailand)

Pluto (Thailand)

Love Senior (Thailand)

Be Mine The Series (Thailand)

Dream (Thailand)

She Loves to Cook & She Loves to Eat Season 2 (Japan)

Fragrance of the First Flower Season 2 (Taiwan)

+ Uranus 2324 (Movie) (Thailand)

Most of them are either currently filming or finished filming and/or have announced that they plan to air the series in 2024 and we're just waiting for more updates!

"Pluto" was just announced today being gmmtv's second gl series part of the 2024 series announcements (but might end up in 2025 considering gmmtv's record...)

*Some might end up airing in late 2023 and some might be postponed for 2025

A few more that seem to be slow with updates but still have good chances of airing in 2024:

SKIU The Series (Thailand) Love In The Air/Step Up/The Perfect Song/Sun Moon Light Love (as of now they're gonna make 4 different series that all belong in the same story/universe)

Reverse4You (Thailand)

About Galaxy (Thailand)

[thegunistop]

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ❞

━ diasomnia (malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, silver, sebek zigvolt) x gn! reader (separated) ━ you happened to like their scent and decided to wear their cologne, but they immediately found out you were using their fragrance. (f/n means first name) (reader can be yuu or an oc)

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

ko-fi here if you want to support me <3

━ 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 ━

scent: deep oak moss

you were alone in malleus' room as he was still on the campus grounds, possibly taking his afternoon classes while you had already finished yours. you lay silently on his comfortable bed, staring at the canopy while waiting for him.

the scent of his sheets brought you a sense of comfort as you let out a soft exhale, turning to your side and burying your face into his pillow and blanket.

minutes have passed and he still was not around. you decided to cure your boredom a little, getting out of his bed and roaming around the room to look at all the trinkets and things you have already seen before. you then stood before his table, seeing regular school documents, dormitory-related documents, and whatnot.

then, there it was.

his cologne. you had not seen this before, but now that you were about to get your hands on it, you can finally see what scent he's been using all along. you reached out to the bottle and grabbed it, reading the name of the perfume as you mumbled, "deep oak moss...?"

taking off the cap, you sniffed it and hummed, "a forest-like scent with a hint of spice and sweetness... it's exactly like him." you then decided to do just a single spray on both sides of your neck before placing the cap back on the bottle and returning it to the original spot.

after a while, you sat back on his bed, his scent engulfing your body as you soaked into the feeling of warmth and comfort. suddenly, his door opened and he entered the room, smiling at you before he shut the door and approached you.

"there you are," spoke malleus as he held his arms out, and you did not hesitate to stand up and embrace him. as soon as you hugged him, he leaned down and buried his face on your hair and your neck, placing a soft kiss on your skin before taking a soft inhale and freezing for a moment.

'hm...? that fragrance...' thought malleus before he pulled away and looked at you before leaning down and taking another sniff, "did you use my perfume, sweetheart?"

'oops. discovered too soon,' you thought to yourself as you smiled sheepishly at him, "yeah... i... saw your cologne and i liked the fragrance so..."

he smiled at you and planted a soft kiss on your forehead before embracing you once again, "if you liked my scent, you should have told me. i would gladly give my cologne to you."

your arms tightened a little around his figure as you looked up at him, "i like your cologne not because of the scent, but because it reminds me of you."

━ 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙚 ━

scent: historical depth

you and lilia were having a study session for the finals - rather, he was stating historical facts while you were studying. at one point, he got up and decided to get some snacks and drinks for you, leaving you alone in the room.

seated on his bed, you stayed silent as you eyed the door, awaiting his return before looking back down at your book. you continued reading until you glanced at his bedside table, seeing a bottle of perfume resting on top of it.

"mm? oh, old man's perfume," you mumbled as you reached out towards the bottle and took off the cap, taking a sniff as you seemed pleased, "hm... a citrus with a hint of floral and sandalwood scents..."

you then sprayed your wrist, taking another sniff as you smiled to yourself, enjoying the fragrance as you looked at the bottle again, "historical depth... fitting name..."

"fitting name for an old man's perfume, is what you wanted to say?"

you shrieked at the sound of another voice in the room that it almost made you drop the bottle. you held onto it before looking up to see lilia smiling down at you innocently before laughing a little, "did i scare you, my little bat~? kufufu~"

a soft sight left your lips as you had a deadpanned expression, "don't sneak up on me like that." another laugh was heard from lilia before he got down and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you before grabbing his perfume from your hands and spraying your hair and neck with it.

"wha━"

"there, now you smell just like me!"

━ 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 ━

scent: musty green

"hmm... where is it..." you mumbled as you rummaged through silver's bedside table, looking for his notebook that you wanted to borrow for reference purposes. his roommates were not present in the room, leaving you all alone as you continued searching for the notebook.

during your search, you happened to stumble upon a bottle filled with a certain liquid. out of curiosity, you reached for it and looked at the label, "musty green? oh, a perfume."

taking off the cap, you sniffed the scent and realised it faintly smelled like silver, "hm... spice with a hint of wood smells and sweet scents..." you looked around for a quick second before spraying yourself twice and returning the bottle back into the drawer as you continued your search.

you eventually found the notebook, grabbed it and left silver's room as you went to the library on campus. on your arrival, you sat back beside him and went through your notes while he was trying his best not to doze off while studying.

silence overtook the atmosphere for a while as you were busy studying. silver then continued writing in his notes, occasionally drifting off as he ended up leaning his head on your shoulder. you glanced at him and smiled a little, letting him rest his head on your shoulder while you continued to write.

"mm..." a soft sound left silver's lips as he shifted his position a little, his nose on the crook of your neck as he took a soft sniff of your scent. he opened his eyes a little, taking another inhale of your pleasant and somewhat familiar scent.

'the scent is familiar... is it my perfume...?' thought silver to himself as he spoke softly to you, "...you smell nice."

you blushed a little at his words as he spoke in a drowsy tone while rubbing his eyes and sitting up properly, "...sorry, i'm falling asleep again..." you merely smiled and patted his cheek, "it's alright. i'll wake you up if you ever fall asleep again..."

a smile found its way on his lips as he mumbled, "thanks..."

━ 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙠 𝙯𝙞𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩 ━

scent: honest aroma

it was the weekend and you decided to spend some time with sebek. you were currently in the lounge of diasomnia, scrolling through your phone while sebek sat silently next to you and silver, sipping on a drink while lilia and malleus were having a conversation.

a few minutes passed and the conversation was still ongoing. you leaned your head on sebek's shoulder, which made him flinch a little as his cheeks went pink, freezing in place as he did not want to suddenly make you uncomfortable by moving too much.

you did not notice his stilted posture, however, as you were preoccupied with your phone, texting the rest of the first years in a group chat. the comforting atmosphere was relaxing - at least for you.

then, a floral scent with a hint of spice and oak filled your nostrils as you took a soft inhale, liking the scent as you realised it was sebek who smelled so nice. you made a mental note to look for his perfume, wishing to spray it on some of your clothes to remind you of him.

a few days have passed and you have just finished your afternoon classes. you made the decision to visit sebek, and so you did. you entered his dormitory room and realised he was nowhere to be found, "...ah, right. i forgot he has club activities."

you sat on his bed, placing your books on his bedside table as you looked around his room, humming to yourself until your gaze landed on a perfume bottle neatly placed on the table. your eyes lit up as you remembered wanting to borrow his perfume, and so, you reached for the bottle and sniffed the scent before spraying it on your wrist and your hair.

"how lovely~" you cooed to yourself before looking at the bottle, "honest aroma...? huh, it fits him perfectly." it did not take long for sebek to return to his room, only to see you lying on his bed in a starfish position. he blinked, surprised to see you so relaxed as he approached you and spoke, his loud voice waking you up from your short nap, "human!"

you flinched and sat up, sighing as you held a hand over your chest, right atop where your heart should be, "dear me, seb. you scared me." sebek quickly felt bad as he spoke, "my apologies... i was not expecting you to be sleeping on my bed at this hour."

you rubbed your eyes, feeling awake now as you got off his bed with a smile, "i was waiting for you!" then, your arms were wrapped around him, giving him a tight hug which made him surprised. 'why is she so affectionate all of a sudden...?' thought sebek as he tried not to let his cheeks turn pink.

he leaned down a little and took a whiff of your scent, realising you smelled exactly like his perfume. he took another sniff, wrapping his arms around you as he spoke in a loud voice, "you smell pleasant! i shall gift you my cologne if it pleases you!"

"what? no, it's alright, seb━"

"no, i insist!"

© twstgarden 2024 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[iamneosoul]

Be calm baby

[iinrainbows]

performing for my mutuals

[marisilva707]

Ariana Grande ✨❣️

[smileofdreamers]

"Want to hear this song? Hold on, let me rewind..." — Odette The Timekeeper, responsible for recording the coming and passing of ages. Though her skills in Arcanum are weaker than most, she demands that the world not forget the thorns of a rosebush.

i forgot to post my timekeeper-sona here!!!!! i made her for knight & shamane yume purposes... (/▽＼) i might even make a nutshell comic but we'll see!

[angelmush]

what’s everyone’s fave fall fragrance PLEASE tell me

[ratt-rat]

which perfumes do you think Nacho and Lalo and other characters would wear?

as for me 🎀

Nacho:

Reliqvia by Filippo Sorcinelli andd Memoir ('for her' one) by Amouage

Lalo:

Quando rapita in estasi by Filippo Sorcinelli and Cuoium by Orto Parisi

quando rapita kinda matches them both though I think <3

[bingqiuhateabortion]

Had a chance to smell these hualian fragrances recently

and. Xie Lian one was generic but it didn't smell bad, kinda like a floral washing powder... But Hua Cheng STANK and also his smell was surprisingly strong even though the samples have already weathered a bit. Imagine taking every toilet freshener smell you know and pouring them in one bottle alright and then spritzing right into your face. So I don't know why would any of you trust me and my tastes but i like smelling different fragrances!!! and both of these weren't good. So don't buy them. Definitely don't buy the HC one because i had a splitting headache before but nearly threw up right there after smelling him i swear to god. (My first thought was that he smells like that to ward off anyone trying to approach Xie Lian kinda like skunk)

[officialkendallroy]

so much going on in this video

[rimouskis]

if you have at all been compelled by my Perfume Posting (or if you're into fragrance yourself) I highly recommend this article that talks about the aesthetic categorization and flattening of fragrance as heralded by fragrantica. It was both interesting AND was a semi-dense read that I had to focus on to parse, which felt good for my brain

[baravaggio]

quick sniff of this on the wrist before i shower…have to say i’m loving the scents from this house so far because they all have an easy earthiness to them that gels so well with my vibe 🌱🌎 and i love anything that skews a little medicinal so this is a winner for me. idk why but in the first few minutes of this I was reminded of being a kid and shoving my face in the rack of men’s leather belts whenever i’d go to clothing stores lol...I think because the lemon pink pepper and vetiver give it a soft and classically masculine lean, even though this feels solidly unisex to me. does smell like a meadow being touched by late summer heat, a scent I usually find sharp and stifling in nature, but the way it’s swaddled by gentle spice and bright lemon kind of makes sweatily cuddling up in the itchy grass sound like the most appealing thing in the world