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dear-ao3 · 9 months ago

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hey since yall are cologne experts (or one of u is idk) what cologne do you recommend to confuse ppl abt my gender

I need a scent that is feminine AND masculine all at once

aright so i am not a cologne expert whatsoever (not sure where you got that one from honestly) but i do happen to have a friend who works at a perfume store and when i asked her to weigh in her opinion on this she was absolutely delighted and wrote you all a novel on how to choose the right fragrance

(very fair warning, this is quite long)

Lessons in Fragrance (by Roza, Saph’s friend)

Buckle up buttercups because I’m about to learn you a thing or two about scent! I used to work at one of the largest “niche” perfumeries in the New England area so I’m like kinda qualified to give advice on fragrance I guess lol

1.scents will smell different on skin than on tester papers due to the fragrance interacting with your body chemistry so something you like on paper you might not like on your skin and vice versa! It’s always important to test on your skin before you buy, most websites that sell fragrance will sell a sample size for a few bucks or even a sample set for $20-$60 depending on how many samples and how high end the brand is!

2. At the end of the day fragrance (how many times will I say this word probably at least 50) is gender neutral. Cologne versus perfume (or aux de parfum) just denotes how strong the scent will be and how long it will last. The order of weakest to strongest is: aux de toilette, room sprays, linen sprays Essential oil fragrances Cologne Perfume, aux de parfum

3. there are many types of fragrances some examples of overarching categories are: gourmand: smells like food in some way Fougére: “traditionally masculine” Floral: predominantly flower notes Green: outdoorsy but more grassy and earth based Woodsy: outdoorsy but more tree and wood based Aquatic: notes that create scents reminiscent of bodies of water, ambergris is a common note Oriental: earthy, musky, and warmer notes usually having some sort of amber note Spicy: having heavy spice notes wheather it be peppery or your traditional baking spices These are just some of the most common categories of fragrance.

4. additional to categories, fragrance is further broken down into different sizes and different note tiers with each having its own wear time: you have your top notes, heart notes, and base notes. True to name top notes are the notes of scent you first smell. As the fragrance starts to settle the heart notes will become more prominent as the top notes fade. The base notes have the most longevity and will usually be the hints that you can smell even several hours later.

Sizes: tester sizes tend to be 2-5mL of product. The 4 most common denominations that fragrance come in are a 10-15mL (travel size), 30-35mL (smaller side but still decent amount), 50-60mL (pretty standard size and good amount), 100mL (“full size” and will last a hot sec) Based on personal experience: I’ve had a 30mL fragrance that I wear daily last for about 2 months, I have an 88mL that I wear about once a week that has lasted a year and a half (with 3/4 of a bottle still left), I have 10mL travel sizes that last about 2-3 weeks with daily wear, I have a 50mL that I wear weekly and on occasion use as a room spray too that’s lasted about a year (still have 1/4 bottle left). When talking about wearing the fragrance is talking about one spray per wrist, then tapping them together (NOT rubbing) to help distribute the scent. Sometimes I add an additional spray on my neck. There is never a reason to spray fragrance on your full body b/c it can then become to overwhelming and you’ll be a walking hazard to society (think a 12 yo boy with axe body spray). On occasion if you know it will be a sexy night a spray of fragrance on the ankle can go a long way especially if your legs will be hooked around someone’s head.

5. now without further ado below are Roza’s recs for gender confusing fragrances. I will include the name of the fragrence and line/company, some of the notes, and price point! disclaimer: I am only really familiar with niche fragrances not mainstream or “drugstore”, “department store”, “your typical designer” fragrances

The Recommendations:

My recs: I can’t grantee the spelling on all of these but c’est la vive, the listings are as follows: name of fragrance, line (if applicable), company, maybe a fun fact about the company or scent, description of notes and/or story of how to describe the scent, price point with size of bottle

supernatural #6: by Caswell Massey the oldest American perfume company, was a fragrance worn by George Washington, it is a very clean herbaceous scent (yk to cover up the stench of the unbathed in colonial times since the scent was created in 1772), it has main notes of bergamot (that earl grey tea kind of floral scent) rosemary, neroli, rose, clove and amber, very musky, $40 for a 7.5mL travel size or $225 for a 100mL, also comes in soap form.

LX48: also Caswell Massey, smells like leather chairs and pipe tobacco with hints of florals reminiscent of an old school gentleman’s club, notes of violet, geranium, oakmoss (one of my fav notes across the board), tobacco, cedar wood, and vintage leather, same price points for 7.5mL and 100mL as Supernatural #6, comes in soap form as well.

Beaver: Beaver-Bee are all from the same Canadian line called zoologist which conceptualize their fragrances after the stunning cover art to encapsulate what each animal would wear as a fragrance taking inspiration from their habitats, smells like moist earth and a light breeze carrying greens and florals. Notes of outdoor air, linden blossom, wood shavings, wild vegetation, damp air, dry wood, water, light musk, heavy musk, dark woods, vanilla, amber, castoreum, and leather, pricing the same for Beaver, Snowy Owl, Sloth, and Squid tester for $8, 10mL for $48, and 60mL for $175

Snowy Owl: zoologist, smells like the transition from winter to spring as the snow melts and mud season begins as light florals start to fight their way to the surface, notes of snow accord, lily of the valley, mint, coconut, Turkish rose, frankincense, galbanum, ambrette, cedar, tonka, vanilla, oakmoss, civet, and musk

Squid: zoologist, smells like an inky Black Sea thrashing about in a storm until you reach the calm black depths, notes of pink peppercorn, solar salicylate, incense, black ink accord, opoponax, ambergris, and benzoin musk

Sloth: zoologist, smells like a Victorian apothecary with wooden shelves a plenty mayhaps even thatched awnings overhanging the front windows ripe with scents of various herbs, florals, tinctures, potions and oils a delicate and peculiar balance, notes of chamomile, açaí berry, lavender, violet leaf, marigold (also known as calendula), beeswax, anise, jatamansi, jasmine, cumin, hay, frankincense, myrrh, mushroom, oakmoss, vanilla, tonka

Bee: zoologist, fragrant blossoms that play beautifully with fruity undertones to create a rich and mead like scent, notes of orange, ginger syrup, royal jelly accord, broom, heliotrope, mimosa, orange flower, benzoin, labdanum, musks, sandalwood, tonka, vanilla, sample $8, 10mL travel size $59, 60mL $210

Blackbird: Olympic Orchids, this is my personal favorite scent to the point that I consider it my signature, to me it smells like an ancient forest witch coming out to dance amongst the moonlight a pungent earthy smell full of ripe blackberries, damp cedar and oakmoss to complete the alluring scent, notes of blackberry, dry grass, dry leaves, elemi, cedar wood, resin, woody amber according to, for balsam absolute, and musk, pricing is the same for blackbird the California chocolate and woodcut, sample $3, 5mL $18, 15mL $35, 30mL $65, 100mL $120

California chocolate: Olympic orchids, a fruity chocolate fragrance to encapsulate California, notes of wild orange, grapefruit, yuzu, white cognac, neroli, dark chocolate, patchouli, gourmand musk, bourbon vanilla

Woodcut: Olympic orchids, smells like walking into a scene shop with fresh cut wood or even a cedar closet, notes of fractional distillation of pine and cedar, oak wood, roll balsam, olibanum, caramel, burnt sugar, vanilla

902: bon perfumer, a French company that makes 3 note fragrances perfect for layering with each other a scent you already own or just a subtle fragrance that can stand alone, this one is described as what the peaky blinders would’ve worn, notes of white tobacco, cinnamon and brandy (armagnac), 30mL $60, 100mL $120, 100mL + 15mL set $140

Noir tropical, Maria candida Gentile, smells like an expensive drink at a beachside resort in Italy, notes of bergamot, almond accord, heliotrope, vanilla accord, bourbon, and rum, 7mL 20€ ($21.56), 15mL 37€ ($39.88), and 100mL 155€ ($167.08), also comes in liquid and bar soap form, and a set with the 15mL the candle and the soap

Finisterre, Maria candida gentile, it smells like a breeze on the ocean filled with ambient damp sand and slight citrusy notes caught on the wind from fellow beach goers snacking on fresh fruit, notes of marine accord, wet wood, helichrysum, pine, grey amber, sandalwood, same prices as noir tropical

Plum in cognac, scents of wood, the bottles (for the full size) look like anatomically correct hearts and the colors are customizable when you order, this smells sensual and proactive with its sweet and smoky depth with a realm of familiarity to bring comfort, notes of caramel, tobacco, cinnamon, nutmeg, juicy plum, vanilla, vetiver, aged in a cognac barrel (made with sugar cane alcohol so it absorbs some of the scent notes of the wooden barrel it’s aged in), 10mL $55, 75mL $240

Bulletproof, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk dark line, this reminds me of what a pirate could smell like, notes of smoked tea, coconut milk, crush cedar, and ebony woods, 45mL $52 one size only

Eclipse, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk dark line, smells like a unique mix of spices and florals as mysterious and ever changing as the solar and lunar cycles, notes if black anise, mint leaf, smoked amber, and gardenia, 45mL $52 one size only

Nocturnal, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk dark line, smells like a walk through the woods on a crisp early spring evening, notes of cypress, dark patchouli, vetiver, and night musk, 45mL $52 only one size

Wild whims, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk, smells like wanderlust and wild abandon frolicking through fields in the summer sun, bites of sweet grass, clary sage, verdant (very green smelling) florals, and citron, 30mL $48 one size only, this one layers especially well with green spell!! Most of TokyoMilk can be blended with other fragrances b/c they’re are 4 note fragrances similar to bon perfumer in that sense

Green spell, Eris Parfums, an alluring garden full of specimens for all over the world cultivated with care and just a touch of magic and whimsy, notes of Italian mandarin, French black currant bud absolute, Iranian galbanum, Egyptian violet leaf absolute, French narcissus absolute, tomato leaf accord, fig leaf accord, Haitian vetiver, Ambroxan, and musk, 50mL $165 one size only

Spezie De’ Medici, i profumi di firenze, spezierie palazzo vecchio, this is a very old fragrance line dating back to Italy even before the famed Catherine Di Medici there are whispers that she even wore a few of these fragrances, smells like a warm hug from loved ones in your life as you all bake spice cookies for the holidays, notes of orange, lemon, cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, ginger, pink pepper, black pepper, 50mL 46€ ($49.59)

L’uomo di pitti, i profumi di firenze, spezierie palazzo vecchio, an outdoor market in Florence Italy filled with the latest fashions from visitors and importers all of the world with deeply aquatic and herbaceous hints, notes of pink pepper, iris, amber furan, ambergris, labdanum, sage, and rhubarb, 50mL 48€ ($51.74)

Bulls blood, imaginary authors, they create stories of fragrance from books that don’t exist each package (full size) is made to look like said book that doesn’t exist, smells like the perfect balance of brutality and elegance a scent for the lovers and brawlers deeply bold, animalic, and sensuous, notes of geranium, Spanish rose, patchouli, black musk, tobacco, sandalwood, and bull’s blood, sample $6, 14mL travel $42, 50mL $105

Every storm a serenade, imaginary authors, smells like the eye of the storm a day full of moody and choppy waters finally sailing into a brief moment of stillness to absorb the environment, notes of danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, and Baltic Sea mist, same pricing as bull’s blood

Musc, Molinard, a French perfume company founded in 1849 with many fragrances full of notes that end up encapsulating one feeling, note, or moment, smells warm, woody, amber heavy musk, notes of muscade nois, bergamot, juniper berries, incense, patchouli, teak wood, musk, amber, and labdanum, 7.5mL 11.67€ ($12.58), 75mL 57.50€ ($61.98)

The Original, Eight & Bob, this fragrance was worn by a young JFK who discovered it through a young man and his family he met while on vacation in the French Riviera, a very classic clean fragrance that can lean on the side of aftershave-esque, notes of cardamom, lemon, pink peppercorn, dried woods, violet leaves, labdanum, evergreen wood, amber, sandalwood, and vetiver, 30mL 80€ ($86.24), 50mL 120€ ($129.36), 100mL 190€ ($204.81), 150mL 210€ ($226.37)

Winter nights, Dasein, comes in a line that is meant to smell like the different stages of winter there is also one for greens and the daytime, smells like a fire pit with friends in late January as the snow has started to pile up but on a blissful day where it is warm enough to go outside a gathering occurs with the rich smell of pine all around, notes of coastal forest, driftwood bonfire, cardamom tea, lavender flowers, wild musk, and woodsmoke, 50mL $125

Almost single, Confessions of a rebel, this is a collection known for making provocative and sexy fragrances with cheeky names, a hazy spicy scent tempered by woody florals, notes of black pepper, cardamom, iris, rosemary, and sandalwood, 8mL $28, 100mL $125 Ray-flection, masque Milano, opera line, an avant garde what would a flower from an alien planet smell like, notes of mandarin essence, sparkling aldehydes, cardamom pure jungle essence, mimosa absolute France, violette leaves absolute, solar rays accord, beeswax absolute, cedar wood essence, and musk accord, tester 6€ ($6.47), 10mL 46€ ($49.59), 35mL 133€ ($143.37)

White whale, masque Milano, opera line, a nod to the novel Moby Dick an adventure for any sea fairer, notes of candles, olibanum, salty rope accordion, black pepper Madagascar, ambergris accord, osmanthus china, violet flower, orris concrete Italy, cedar wood Virginia, patchouli Indonesia, vetiver Haiti, cistus laudanum, tester 7€ ($7.55), 10mL 49€ ($52.82), 35mL 151€ ($162.77)

Lost Alice, masque Milano, opera line, the tales of Alice in wonderland captured via scent in different stages of tea with the mad hatter, notes of bergamot, ambrette seed, clary sage, “Too Much Black Pepper”, carrot heart, Oreos concrete, English tea, white roses (painted red), sandalwood India, broom absolute Italy, and Fleur de lait (steamed milk accord), same pricing as ray-flection although lost alive does have a 100mL option too for 379€ ($408.55)

Pale fire, apoteker tepe, smells like a rich and slightly drunken hot cocoa after coming in from taking the leaves on a blustery fall day, notes of amber, olibanum, palmers, whiskey, and cocoa, sample $8, 6mL $20, 35mL $130, 105mL $280

The holy mountain, apoteker tepe, this is what I imagine the misty mountains to smell like to the point of almost being able to hear singing around a hearth in the background, notes of pine smoke, incense, balsam fir, labdanum, and guaiacwood, same pricing as Pale Fire

After the flood, apoteker tepe, true to the name it smells like the damp earth that’s still waterlogged after immense amounts of rain, notes of violet leaf, water lily, mushroom, patchouli, and wet earth, same pricing as the other two apoteker tepe

Le castiglione, jovoy Paris, from Les cocottes de Paris, another one of my personal favorites that I wear quite often, has been described as smelling like Dracula’s mistress based on a rumor started in the early to mid 19th century surrounding a model who (was described as the world’s vainest woman) once she “got old” (all of 40) she would only leave her house at night and donning all black and the rumors flew leaving behind only whispers and whiffs of this scent as she would walk by, a fragrance that is both earthy and citrusy, with an almost apothecary feel to it that keeps you sniffing the sample trying to figure out what it reminds you of, notes of mugwort, citron, juniper, licorice, patchouli, grey amber, myrrh, and styrax, sample $3, 50mL 75€ ($80.85)

After hours, antica farmacista, smells like sipping on a berry filled night cap paired with a fresh crème brûlée to enjoy in your favorite leather chair by fireside in an old family library, notes if blackberry, cocoa, tobacco, davana, black rose, single malt bourbon, cognac, oud, leather, crème brûlée vanilla, and amber, 10mL travel $22, 50mL $86

Late harvest, fort manle, the packing is really cool and the scents come in bottle that look like vintage ink bottle topped with an ornate golden cap that would work as a wax seal in a pinch, smells how I imagine an older bilbo baggins to smell like while relaxing in the shire smoking his pipe, notes of cherry pipe tobacco, vanilla, cedar wood, rosewood, leather, and rose, sample $10, 50mL $250, it’s pricy but the wear time is insane (I’ve tested it before and had it still smell fairly strong the next day even after showering)

Bojnokopff, fort manle, the story behind this is the famed Russian magician Bojnokopff (idk if he’s actually real tho lol) performing in 1897 St. Petersburg the closing act of his final show before retirement and to amaze the masses he disappears into a cloud of purple haze leaving behind only whiffs of lavender, oud, and chocolate this is a very dark and punchy scent (I find that people either love it or hate it with no inbetween), notes of French lavender, vanilla, dark chocolate, oud, and cedar wood, sample $10, 50mL $250 there is also a discovery set of the entire fort manle line that is $70 for a sample size of 7/8 of their fragrances

Uomo, carthusia, smells like the hot Italian partner you can’t take home to your family who rides a motorcycle while wearing a tank top with a leather jacket while smoking, notes of lemon, bergamot, freesia, green leaves, lily of the valley, jasmine, geranium, cedar wood, patchouli, sandal, palmers, amber, white musk, 50mL 70€ ($75.46), 100mL 90€ ($97.02)

Terra Mia, carthusia, smells like a coffee shop right before open there are notes of citrus roasted nuts and coffee in the air along with the smell of light florals that grace each seating area, notes of bergamot, neroli, pink peppercorn, rose, jasmine, orange blossom, Arabic coffee, hazelnut cream, amber woods, vanilla, ambroxan, and white musk, same pricing as uomo

Mediterrano, carthusia, a bright and sunny fragrance with notes of green tea, notes of wild mint, lemon, eucalyptus, litsea cubeba, red thyme, bergamot, jasmine, cardamom, flowers of the fields, tangerine, green tea, and white musk, same pricing as terra Mia and uomo

Broken Theories, Kerosene, the packaging is cool seeing as it is a nod to the city the fragrance is created in (Detroit) each bottle is painted in motorcycle paint and the metal label is hand stamped, it smells like a fire pit while drinking a spiced mimosa, notes of blood orange, tobacco, spices, vanilla, sandalwood, our, and incense, it’s a heavy but not overwhelming scent that covers you like a blanket and can last several hours without needing to reapply, 100mL $152

Meltdown, elder & willow, these last two are roll on essential oil fragrances that are very budget friendly, this one is meant to calm anxiety and help with grounding, bites of lavender, lemon, ylang ylang, bergamot, rose geranium, vetiver, Roman chamomile, benzoin essential oils, and scent is all in a coconut oil as the carrier, $12 per 10mL roll on

Sweet dreams, elder & willow, meant to promote sleep, notes if lavender, vetiver, Roman chamomile, cedar wood, benzoin essential oils, scent is in coconut oil as the carrier, $12 per 10mL roll on, I love elder and willow they also have teas, bath soaks, and skincare products

And thus concludes fragrance lessons/recs with Roza! I hope this was more informative and less of a fever dream than perfume ads on screen that don’t actually tell you anything about the fucking fragrance and just go off of vibes and celebrity presence!!

#not a tag #from saph #perfume #fragrance #fragrance recs

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hijackalx · 1 year ago

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*SOME DURGE QUEST SPOILERS*

***NONCON AND DRUG USE MENTIONS***

GORTASH SFW HEADCANONS:

ok to start i think when he was a prisoner his hair got rlly long and unkept and he hateddd it so the minute he escaped he chopped that shit off himself and thats why its so unruly lol (*EDIT he always cuts his own hair is what im sayin)

this man is such a taurus like everything about him screams taurus. has a taurus stellium fosho

would listen to superheaven

hes also sooo jenny by studio killers, disco man by remi wolf, happiness by the 1975 coded with Durge 😩😩

with durge hes also giving bf that ur dad hates but like thats canon. i think he likes that hes able to influence durge to the point that they rebel lol. the type of boy u run away with when ur younger

probably BLASTED jet black heart by 5SOS on repeat when Durge disappeared LMFAOO

also i kind of feel like the fearless buff to his clothing is more an insight to his character rather than him needing magic to not be fearful bcz he literally got the shit beat out of him everyday and lived in HELL how can he not be desensitized to everything at that point 😭😭😭 it does not get much worse than that my boy

hes so thique like hes just a big boned dude. tiddies SO fat too EUGH + thick shoulders/arms. he feels so warm and safe i just know it i just KNOW it gurl

also idk if it was supposed to happen but in my latest playthrough during the fight with him he dropped his bow and just started beating the shit out of us 😭😭😭😭 all hands baby like WHAT 😭😭 so i like to think thats his preferred method of fighting idk if thats canon tho i feel like i seen somebody talking abt that before but mightve just been another hc

occasionally does drugs. likes the ones that make him feel really elated (idk what theyre called in bg3 its some kind of dust or something) ALSO HC THAT HE WAS ON SOMETHING WHEN HE WROTE RHAT FUCKED UP NOTE TO FRANC (WAS THAG HIS NAME U GUYS KNOW THE NOTE) HE WAS OBVIOJSLY TRIPPING BALLSSSSS

lots of body hair…… everywhere……. straight and black body hair. that is so sexy to me let me smell the pheromones in your armpits king LMFAO (i think theres something wrong with me)

going off of rhat yes i think he smells good (DIVINE, even) as a woman that is feral and in heat all the time. but to normal ppl he may smell kind of weird. not STINKY stinky but like when u dont shower and ur natural scent starts to mix with the perfume/cologne ur wearing SORRY 😭😭😭 im trying to be realistic here. or maybe like when u wake up and didnt shower the night before and u can still smell the perfume/cologne u put on yesterday. basically what im saying is he might need to shower

hes just so masculine it drives me crazy I LOVE MEN !!!!!!!!!! I LOVE EEENERM. ME E WN

love language:

giving = lowkey getting acts of service vibes here but u didnt hear it from me 🤫🤐 gift giving too. tav is just his widdle babie and he wants to make sure theyre the happiest they can be 🥺😩

receiving = acts of service LMAO give and get back type of shit

relationship wise i think he is the most doting and sweetest person. like tav will never have to worry abt anything ever again bcz he will handle everything. takes care of them cuz they are his king/queen 😌

GORTASH NSFW HEADCANONS:

yeah going off that last hc he is sweet outside the bedroom but a menace in it. its just the way he is. its probably exhausting too 😩 like if u ask him to be gentler/less intense he will try for a while but probably wont enjoy it as much. he doesnt like to hold back.

i WILL say tho ☝🏻🤨 i think when he gets close to finishing he gets a little more soft/loving. he just has to get his badness out first yall its fine

HIGH libido wants to smash all the time. he also (POSSIBLE NONCON MENTION !!!!!!!) thinks that since ur his u should be willing to give it up whenever he wants it. (NONCON MENTION OVER) i think in the bedroom he sees u as a servant even if ur considered his equal normally. like hes a chosen of bane he has to feel like he has control over u in SOME way

can be selfish depending on his mood. sometimes he doesnt see u as anything other than a toy (lowkey hard for me to admit but i NEVA LIE GIRLS !!!!! 🙅🙅🙅) like can be such a fucking asshole about it too

BUT !!! when he is feeling generous he is soooo generous. EUGH like he will make sure u enjoy urself!!!! probably multiple times !!!!!!!!!!!!

dont know why nobody else has said he has a daddy kink. so obvious like call him daddy ms thing he will nut so hard. oh corruption kink too. like can u imagine Durge being so innocent when they first met cuz they were never allowed to get close to anybody and hes just sooo into it HELLO i got to write that fic NEOW

omg breeding kink too give him heirs. will fuck the shitttt out of u in a mating press. probably comes a lot too almost impossible not to get pregnant with him LMAO

likes to pick u up and fuck u. manhandling king. also will do the faerun equivalent to coke and wants u to do it w him then fuck nasty afterwards

i feel like he doesnt last an extremely long time. 15-20 mins is THE MOST youre getting out of him lol he just gets very excited (which is lowkey kind of cute??)

do i even have to say that this man is packing schmeat. heavy dick. heavy balls. allow me to bear some of that weight for u my liege 🤲🏻🧎

ORIN BONUS ????:

mostly nsfw

ok i didnt originally plan to add orin but listen….. gortash is a charismatic guy….. imagine orin was into him too LISTEN ! like shes jealous asf of Durge in that sense too not just bcz of them being bhaal’s fav. like when i think abt them i just am getting a vibe okay. this trio……..

every time she sees gortash and Durge acting close and doing all their yucky lovesick shit she just gets soooo mad. now imagine she shifts into Durge to get gortash to fuck her. yeah… yall seeing the vision? would he ever find out ?? imagine that was why he hates orin so much?? he doesnt want to tell Durge (cuz thats cheating hes not a cheater duh 🙄 plus hes scared theyll be mad at him) and thats why his explanations as to why he hates orin are so vague

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #enver gortash #x reader #gortash #gortash x durge #gortash x tav #gortash x reader #headcanons #bg3 headcanons #my headcanons #dark urge x gortash

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venusiangguk · 3 years ago

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keen | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / jealous!jk x oc

>>genre: established relationship, smut, pwp

>>word count: 9.8k 🙄

>>warnings: hard dom jk, but he gets a lil softer after he cums ☺️, oc is a bit of a control freak, but jk knows just how to handle her 👍🏻, humiliation kink, improper use of precum 😐, spitting in mouth, blushing, improper use of cum 🤨, so many cums!!, creampie, tittae fucking, oral (m), water play (?), water orgasm, oc has tramp stamp 😌, bruising, marking, scenting??? 💀, borderline perfume fetish idk bro, they are in LOOOVVVEEE <3, alcohol but they are not drunk, showering together sniff sniff, passing mention of simba 🦁 (also improper)... i think that is all :))

>>notes: this is way too excessive and entirely self indulgent, but i hope u enjoy!! ty to the anon that asked for jealous jk!! sorry he took awhile but he has arrived and he smells good!!

>>summary: when you come home smelling like someone else, jk isn't too happy. he decides to help you get the scent off... in a rather unconventional way...

Jeongguk’s always been like. Really sensitive to smells. Not obnoxiously picky, or abhorrently fussy (that’s your job), but maybe a little particular when it comes to perfumes and colognes… It’s just that— he knows what he likes and he knows what he likes on you.

It’s a cute thing you guys have been doing ever since moving in together. Every morning after you get ready, you wait for the other by the antique, french tea/liquor cart at the end of your shared dresser so that he can pick out your perfume for the day, and so you can do up his tie.

The table came from your apartment, and it originally housed your interior design lore (as well as a few pretty, emptied wine bottles you couldn’t part with), but since entering his home it’s been repurposed as the perfumery.

The whole table is covered in beautiful glass bottles, yours and his. Dark bottles start in the back and they fade as the bottle reaches the front, his side ending in the clear colognes and yours ending in the blush pink perfumes; your being a stickler for organization coming in handy.

Most of the fragrances were gifts from him, some for anniversaries, some just because he thought it would smell good on you. You never complain, receiving gifts being one of your love languages, and he was never wrong.

At first, the morning routine was a little Mr and Mrs Smith for you, but Jeongguk is persuasive and his lips are sinful and he has a very meticulous way of scenting you.

It starts with his lithe fingers moving your hair from your neck, his lips placing a chaste, silken kiss to the precious little spot just below and behind your ear. And then the tiniest spritz of fragrance, always sure to never rub it in, wanting to keep the bloom fresh, and true, and long lasting. He repeats this to the other side.

He goes from your neck, to the center of your chest right above the deep line of your cleavage. Gentle fingers over your skin, gentle kisses hidden by perfume.

From your chest to the insides of your elbows to your wrists. Kiss, spritz. Kiss, spritz. By the time he’s done with you every morning it’s very difficult to get out the door. He can tell by the way you shift in your nylons, how you stumble a little getting into your work heels. By the way your fingertips linger on the silk of his tie before trailing down his chest to the buckle of his belt.

His favorite smell, however, is the note of you that melds with whatever expensive thing he sprayed you with in the morning. There’s something about your natural scent, the natural pheromones that your body emits throughout the day that just makes the air around you decadent, that makes your pulse points dressed in perfume alluring. He looks forward to coming home to you, kissing you hello and pressing his nose into that spot behind your ear.

So when he does that today and does not smell the soft, subdued, sweet scent of tonka and orange blossom that he dubbed you with just a few hours ago, his nose scrunches and he pulls away.

“Did you spray something new?” he asks casually.

It’s a Sunday afternoon, so unlike the normal routine, he’s been off just lazing around the house. Typically you would have joined him, but you’ve been gone; away at a work brunch. A get together for an important project you’ve been assigned with a team. Something about a new client, esteemed and freshly divorced looking for the best interior designers to renovate her new home. Poor guy should have signed a prenup.

“Hmm?” you peep distractedly. You’re hopping around, trying to keep your balance as you do your best to undo the strap of your shoe.

He laughs to himself softly, takes pity on you and kneels in front of you. He taps your thigh, gestures for you to hand your foot over. You hum happily and you wiggle your toes when they are free from your constricting heel.

It’s when you’re shifting to the other foot that he gets a whiff of that smell again. He undoes the straps of this shoe slowly, taking his time trying to place the notes. It’s undeniably masculine and he bristles a little. Mentally works through the colognes he has on his side of the cart. He's keen on sweeter scents, maybe a little woody, but this one is a bit smokey. Tobacco-esque. Wouldn't be surprised if it’s that Tom Ford one he was contemplating a few weeks ago before grabbing the Kilian instead. Either way, it’s not a scent he owns.

He massages your foot lightly, and you lean against the doorframe, a groan falling from your lips.

“Thank you,” you sigh, “my feet are killing me.”

“You smell different,” he muses, his thumbs pressing into the ball of your foot. His eyes wander, and he can see up your skirt, the violet panties you’re wearing.

You laugh a little, inattentive. “Do I?”

He drones an affirmative, and stands up, walking to the kitchen to pour you both a glass of something sweet and red. You follow him.

“Not that glass,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his waist. “And what do I smell like, oh perfume connoisseur?” you continue, teasing playfully. You get to your tiptoes and hook your chin on his shoulder, place a sweet kiss to the side of his neck. He smells like the classic Bleu De Chanel today, a gift from you.

It’s a beat too long before he replies, grabbing a different glass from the cabinet and you go tense when he simply says, “Cologne.”

You laugh it off, knowing you didn’t do anything wrong. “Ah the restaurant didn’t have a booth big enough for our party so we all squeezed into a rather small one,” you say, plucking your glass from the counter, sauntering to the living room. “The seating was a little uh- intimate I guess. I’ve got this one coworker that just douses himself in cologne. You're probably smelling him on me.”

Intimate.

What a peculiar word to use when describing a work brunch.

He narrows his eyes, unbeknownst to you, and makes a tiny pondering noise. You’re busy curling into the arm of the couch, wine in one hand, remote in the other. A pout pushes at your lips while you search for a coaster, before smiling and setting it on the end table. “Is that so?” he asks.

You nod around a sip, peek at him over the rim. “Yeah, we were all practically on top of each other, but we needed the table space to get any work done. You know how I am,” you wave a lazy hand in the air, “need everything in a specific order, blah, blah.”

Jeongguk tops off his glass. “I see… Sounds more like an orgy than a work luncheon.”

Giggling, loud and bright, you swirl your drink. “I wish, maybe then it would have at least been enjoyable. The food wasn’t even that good, thank god the company paid. I actually didn’t spend a cent! That coworker I mentioned? He paid for my booze.”

Jeongguk braces his hands on the marble countertop, watching you as you obliviously grate at his nerves. Your hair is in one of those claw clips, but it's fallen some, little wispies framing your pretty face. Glancing at him, you give him a soft smile, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol coursing through your system. You tip your glass to him in an imaginary toast, and while he obliges, he just can’t shake the annoyed edge to his mood.

He leaves it for a moment, a few moments, just sipping and watching. It’s not until you let your hair down and shake it out that he lets his irritation fully emerge.

“Can you like- shower of something?” he asks, shortly with a wrinkled nose and disgusted expression. The scent that wafts from your hair doesn’t even smell bad, it’s just strong and not something he wants to smell on you. Especially if it’s not leftover from him.

“Seriously?” you reply. You’re wearing a suspicious, confused expression.

“Yes, it’s stuck in my nose and my brain and-”

“Thoughts of me smelling like another man plaguing you, my dear?” you jest, sultry in tone, and vivacious in nature.

Jeongguk doesn’t think it’s funny though. “No, it’s just giving me a headache. You’re giving me a headache.”

You’re swirling the little bit of wine left in your glass when he says it, but at his serious, irked tone you stop. Clicking your tongue and tapping a manicured finger on the round of the glass, you say, “You don’t actually think I did something, do you?”

Contemplation isn’t needed because he’s certain you would never do something like that to him. Would never sneak around, would never hurt him like that. He knows you’re good to him, that you love him like he loves you. That any male friends or co-workers you have are exactly that. Just friends. Just coworkers. He honestly doesn’t know what comes over him, when he says, “I don’t know, ___, but I do think you had to get pretty close to him because you reek.”

A little bloom of hurt blossoms in your chest, thinking that maybe he doesn’t trust you. But as you keep your eyes on him, gaze hard as you read the situation a little more, you realize it's not a lack of trust that’s making the air tense.

It’s jealousy.

“Huh,” you say, smiling a little.

“What?” Jeongguk sneers.

“You’re jealous,” you reply, settling into the cloud couch like you don’t have a care in the world.

“Am not.”

“And possessive.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “And if I am?”

You shrug, demure and complacent. “Then you are. That’s what I just said.”

He scowls at you, takes an angry sip. “Is it not normal for me to not want you smelling like someone else?”

Again you simply shrug.

“You’re like- mine. Of course I’m. Feeling things,” he jerks a hand around like he’s trying to pick out the right words.

You humor him with a gentle laugh. “I’m not yours, love.”

“Yes you are, and I’m yours. Please take a shower.”

Though your heart beats a little faster in your chest at his words, a little controlling and possessive yet surprisingly romantic and sweet, you snuggle back into the cushions. You may be his in a sense, but you still make your own decisions. “I’m not going to take a random shower in the middle of the day when I just took one this morning, all because you’re throwing a fit. I’ll take one before bed, like I always do. It’s my routine, you know that.”

Jeongguk braces himself on the counter as he hangs his head, dark strands of his hair falling in his face and fluttering when he exhales through his nose. He thrums his fingers for a few seconds, dull taps on the marble. Then he’s pushing himself off, walking right up to the tv and turning it off without even sparing you a glance.

“I was watching that,” you scold as he stands in front of you.

He’s upset, so consequently and to your demise, he looks very sexy. The irritated pinch to his features, his forearms folded and flexed underneath his pecs. The grey sweat pants are always a gift when he gets out of his slacks, and the fitted black tee that hugs every curve of his physique is a nice change from the button ups and ties. Black on black where it pulls tight around his tattoo covered bicep.

You squeak when those same strong arms haul you over his shoulder as if you are but a stray feather from the down throw pillows on the sofa.

“What are you doing?” you whine, though you’re pliant in his hold, knowing that fighting is futile at this point. You also already have a good idea of what his intentions are, his steps leading straight to the bedroom.

“Gonna find another way to get the smell off of you,” he replies.

“Wait, my wine!”

Jeongguk’s steps falter like he's thinking of backtracking but instead takes a detour to the kitchen. “Grab the bottle.”

He backs up to it and you reach out and grab the neck in your hand before patting his butt, letting him know he can get moving again.

Once he’s in your room he gingerly sets you down. This makes you pause for a moment, shifting on your feet. Typically he would just toss you on the bed. It startles you a little when he stops you from crawling across the duvet, with a loud scolding noise.

“What?” you ask, hands stopping just before resting on the fabric.

He holds his hand out for the wine bottle and you hesitate before handing it to him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he takes a big swig. “Don’t want you stinking up the whole bed.”

This makes you roll your eyes. “It doesn’t even smell bad. I was actually thinking it would smell quite nice on you.”

He pulls that same over exaggerated face that’s been making an appearance all night. “Never wearing it now.”

You’ve slinked your way over to him and now wrap your arms around his neck, press your body to his. His free hand settles in the curve of your waist. On your tip-toes, you press a soft kiss to his wine stained lips.

“You can be so irrational, sometimes,” you whisper, against his mouth.

He seems distracted and like he’s lost the purpose for why he took you in the bedroom in the first place when you deepen the kiss, when you lick all reason out of his mouth. He tastes like bitter cherry, and his sigh sounds like giving in when you start to trail your lips and soft nips down the column of his throat. It’s not till you try to sneakily grab the bottle from his hand that he seems to come to. To remember his goal.

He makes a quiet tutting noise, smiles a little as he lifts the bottle out of reach.

You try to charm him with your touch, cupping him over his sweats. He’s half hard already, though you’re not sure if it's from your kisses or the thought of what he intends to do with you. “Can I have some?” you ask him, voice salacious and hands coaxing.

“Of course you can,” he says back. He leans a little away from you so he can set the bottle down on the dresser.

“The wood-” you wince.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, reaching into the top drawer for a stray pair of your panties using them as a make-shift coaster. “You can have some after you get undressed for me?” His now empty hand comes up and carefully removes your earrings for you, placing them next to the wine. “After we get you out of these rotten clothes?” he suggests.

His hands trail down to your neck and toy with the necklace resting between your collarbones like he’s debating on taking it off too. It’s another gift from him, for your birthday not too long ago. He bypasses it with a soft, “We’ll leave that one on,” and then goes straight for the buttons on your blouse.

“This though,” he says, flicking a button open with ease, “this can go.”

Once again he backs up, rests his lower back on the dresser like he’s waiting for you to finish what he started, waiting for you to give him a little show.

You look him over and see what his sweats do little to hide. He’s fully hard now, hanging heavy against the seam of his pants. Swallowing, you flick your eyes to him and bring your hands up to replace his. He’s able to wait about two more buttons before he gives in and touches himself over his pants while he watches you undress for him.

He’s slow with his movements like you’re slow with yours. Fingertips gently pinching at the tip of his cock, squeezing down his length as you pull down the zipper at the back of your skirt. He sighs, strokes fast for just a second when the fabric of both pieces of clothing hit the floor

When you bend down to get the articles, he catches a glimpse of the dainty lotus flower tattoo on your lower back, peeking out over the top of your violet panties. You told him it means balance, something you strive to have in all areas of your life, even if you fall short sometimes. Spread yourself too thin, fixate here and there. Even if you mistake control, for the balance that you seek.

He bites his lip on a soft moan, thinking about how it’s a little secret for you and him. How everyone you work with, how almost everyone who knows you, probably thinks you're the last person to have a tramp stamp. How you’re too professional, too uptight and controlling and just not that kind of girl.

Jeongguk knows exactly what kind of girl you are.

“Everything off, please.”

You throw him a look over your shoulder. “Patience, please.”

He laughs, raising his hands like he didn’t mean to rush you even though he did. “Sure. But there might not be anymore left for you.”

The look you give him is much like the look you’ve been giving him. Annoyed. But you do as he says, quickly unclipping the bra, and hastily pushing down your tiny panties. Your bare feet pad over to him and you rest a small hand on his tummy.

“Happy?” you ask.

You try your best to keep that sharp, stern tone to your voice, but he’s always had a certain affect on you. He’s always made you a little easy, and weak in the knees. He’s been playing you like a drum the whole afternoon.

And you’ve been letting him.

Giving into his games. Like the one he’s playing with the wine. The withholding of it as if it really had that much of a grip on you.

You both know it doesn’t, both know the wine is just a scapegoat, a way for him to get you to do what he wants while making it seem like you aren’t doing anything for him at all. To make it seem like you’re shedding your clothes for a sip and not to make him happy. To make it seem like it's the alcohol you want, and not him.

Stubbornness and control have always been virtues of yours. It’s those strengths that landed you your career, the ones that helped you become so respected and sought after so fast. They are also what Jeongguk likes to break in you sometimes. You giving in to him tastes sweeter than any wine money could buy. You letting him take control is more priceless than all of the perfumes on the vintage table combined.

“Mhm,” he purrs, grabbing you by your jaw.

He keeps his eyes on you as he grabs the wine and he takes another big sip. Then he’s tapping a finger on your cheek. Your mouth opens instinctively, and he’s bending some. The wine on your tongue is slightly warm from being in his mouth, sweet like he laced it with sugar cube kisses, and you drink it down as he waterfalls it.

As soon as you swallow, his tongue is in your mouth. Lapping up the remnants, kissing you hard and deep, like he’s taking back something that belongs to him. Greedy as he suffocates you with his lips, desperate as he tries to get you to submit. He bends over you, makes it so you have to bend and arch your back to accommodate him. You resist though, a fussy moan sounding into the kiss.

“Stop fighting me,” he growls against your lips.

A little more force is all it takes for you to be on your knees in front of him.

He puffs out a satisfied little sigh, smiling as he looks down at your scowling face. “Oh don’t be mad, pretty.”

His gaze is condescending and patronizing, and the way your bare pussy pulses is shameful. You’re completely nude, on your knees for him while he’s still fully clothed, the one that’s fully in charge. Your eyes slip shut and you take a breath; the exhale is shaky due to the arousal coursing through your veins.

“You want some more?” Jeongguk asks.

Lashes fluttering as you open your eyes, you see him shake the bottle that’s still in his hands. It seems like he’s taunting you, but still you nod.

When his lips wrap around the bottle, and he takes a few long drinks, you know that it doesn't just seem like he’s taunting you, he actually is. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then gives you a small smile and a shrug. When he sets the bottle back on the dresser it sounds hollow.

“There’s none left,” he says, his face fauxly apologetic. “But lucky you, I have something I think you’ll like better?”

He bends as his waist, cups your face in his hands as he rubs the pads of his thumbs over your cheekbones. “Say ‘ahh’, pretty,” he says softly, so, so sweetly.

You listen to him, because how could you not when he asks so nicely? His jaw works for a few seconds before he lets a glob of wine-tinted spit drip into your mouth. It tastes like berries, and you swallow before opening your mouth again to show him.

He hums. “Taste good?”

You nod.

“Better than whatever that coworker bought you?” he presses. He bends his knees so he’s closer to your level, rests his forehead against yours, gives you a light kiss. “Hmm?”

The juxtaposition between the way he acts makes you dizzy, hazy as you close your eyes. Relishing in the way he touches you, soft yet like he owns you. Like you’re his. “Yeah,” you agree.

He smiles big before he kisses your forehead. “Keep your mouth open,” he whispers as he bites into your bottom lip, “gonna fuck it.”

Standing up again, Jeongguk quickly sheds his clothes. Waits a moment so he can take you in, sitting pretty on your knees waiting for him. He’s stroking his cock idly when he cups your cheek again, urging you to glance up at him through your lashes. Swearing quietly, the hand on his cock squeezes some before sliding up and down just a bit quicker.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he breathes.

The hand on his cock squeezes at his tip, precum oozing out, shiny and clear. He taps his index finger in it, playing with the translucent string for a moment like he’s considering something.

With his hand still wrapped around himself, he tentatively extends his pointer finger, the tip of it going straight for your mouth. You part your lips for him, thinking he wants you to suck on it but his eyes and the tiny noise he makes tells you ‘no’, and then he’s softly just wiping the sticky precum on the plush center of your bottom lip.

Jeongguk’s breath is shaky above you, like something about the simple act of swiping the evidence of arousal on your mouth is debilitatingly sensual. He doesn’t even know if he can explain it, but he knows he wants more. He grips under the head of his cock, presses the tip onto your slightly parted mouth and moves it back and forth, up and down, covering the whole of your lips in the clear substance. Almost like he’s putting lip gloss on for you.

“Look at you…” he says, tapping his tip on your bottom lip, watching the crystalline string sparkle a little in the sunlight. He sounds gone, drunk- not on the wine, but on you. “Tell me how pretty you are, baby.”

You grow hot at his words, the shame simmering under your skin once again. There’s something so mortifying, and embarrassing about what he’s asking you to do. His precum on your lips feels so dirty that it makes your insides squirm. You can’t tell if it’s because you like it or hate it. “Koo…” you whine, shifting restlessly on your knees.

“Say it,” he demands, looking down at you with hard eyes.

Quickly, with a slight wince, you whisper, “I’m so pretty.” Your hands clench where they are resting on your thigh.

He moans from above you, his hand now steadily working over his cock. “Yeah, you are, so pretty and mine.”

He’s hard enough that his cock goes to his belly, standing straight up, so he pushes it down at the base with his thumb, slowly guiding it past your defiled lips. He gasps softly as the underpart of the head rubs against the flat of your tongue.

“Tap my thigh if you need to, just like I showed you.”

Your eyes shut and you take a deep breath, and then he’s fucking your throat.

He starts slow, letting you get used to his cock sliding past that part in your mouth that resists a little against his tip. Dragging your head down on his fat cock by your hair, unhurried and lazy with his movements. Relishing when you swallow around him, throat slick yet so tight, the muscles working against him. He holds you down, head thrown back, moaning ardently as you sputter and bubble at the base of his cock, spit dripping down to his balls.

You gasp when he pulls out of your throat, heaving breaths and choking coughs sounding in the room as he lets you breathe for a second.

A finger under your chin tilts your gaze up to him, red-rimmed eyes glassy and a little vacant as you look at him.

“Gonna go fast now, hmm? Just how I like?”

You blink up at him and tears leak out the corners of your eyes and Jeongguk tracks it down your cheek gathering it with his thumb.

He doesn’t say anything more, just pries your mouth open, thrusting his cock back in. His grip on your hair is brutal, and the glucking sounds that fill the room every time his cock fills your throat are disgustingly wet and lewd and so filthy. Though they don’t sound near as pornographic as the way Jeongguk moans above you.

“Oh my god- fuck yeah-” His hips rock forward in time with every word he says, his head thrown back, mouth parted and brows furrowed in pleasure.

When he looks down his nose at you, he watches as his inches disappear past your lips quickly and all at once, over and over again. And you’re so docile in his hold, leaving your mouth agape for him, letting him fuck your throat like it’s second nature, and like it’s what you were put on this earth to do.

The way that his cock jumps and throbs before you when he pulls out, lets you know that he was so close- that he almost lost himself in the tight suction of your throat. Lost himself in the fast, harsh thrusts he was giving you. His tip is still oozing and connected to your lips by a line of thick, drooly spit mixed with precum.

With one last pulse of his cock and a raspy, fucked out voice Jeongguk tells you to get on the bed.

You try not to be too eager, but your soaked pussy has a mind of her own- she makes your movements clumsy and crude as you too quickly take your place at the head of the bed, sinking into the pillows under you. Your eyes look to him, and you know he can see how bad you want him, how you're past the point of resistance now, ready to fully give in and be his just like he says you are. Like you both know you are.

“You want it, pretty?” Jeongguk ponders, slowly crawling to you.

“Mhmm,” you say, a little meek.

He’s in front of you now, on his knees, stroking his cock again. He eyes you, his gaze dragging down the length of your body, to where your plump pussy peeks out from between your bent legs. “Show me,” he purrs, “open up, let me see?”

It’s something that he likes to do, knows it makes you squirm, and that it makes you shy. Knows that despite that, it still makes your cunt drool.

Your skin grows hot in embarrassment as you pull your legs back, knowing that like this— pussy bare and visible for him just how he wants— it’s so blatantly clear how much you love being humiliated despite your qualms.

You open yourself up, with your elbows hooking behind your knees, and your tits pillowed and pushed together between them. Your fingertips pull your plush pussylips apart, nothing keeping the wet slick that coats you from glistening in the light that’s streaming in from the open window next to the bed.

Jeongguk sighs, shuffles a little closer. He brings his index and middle finger to your center, opening you up even more as he pushes your inner lips apart, watches as you clench on nothing. His cock dribbles when he thinks about how good it’s gonna feel when he finally slides inside.

Gripping under the crown, he brings the tip to your clit, presses into you as he ruts his length over it. You keep yourself spread for him, so the pressure is direct and the stimulation pinpointed. The softest little sighs start to fall from your lips, your head lolling back, and your eyes falling shut.

Then he’s pushing in, with a soft order for you to watch. Watch as he forces the head past the initial little resistance before pulling out, then repeating again, adding another inch every time like he’s getting himself used to the tight suction of your cunt.

Being so open for him allows for you to see how obscene it really is. How your tiny pussy is able to suck him right in, inch by inch, until his pelvis is pressed right up against you. His hands replace yours, his thumbs pulling your folds open, and yours go to holding your feet and ankles by your head as you watch him fuck you.

Jeongguk’s eyes are locked on the way his cock gets sheathed, your lips petaling around him like a flower, and everything about you is just so pretty. Your pussy that's dewy with excitement is pretty, your soft skin that erupts with chills as he starts to work his hips into yours is pretty, your face as your eyes close and your brows pinch, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. The sound of your voice as you whine for him. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to just cup your tits, feel how they jiggle, heavy in his palms every time his hips snap against yours.

You nod, eyes still pressed shut in pleasure. “Love you-”

The tender moment is short lived, much like it always is when Jeongguk is fucking you to prove something. Sometimes he gets like this to teach you a lesson, sometimes just to prove you wrong over a playful bet. Sometimes to help you let go of the stress and control that drives both you and him mad.

In this case, however, he’s trying to prove that you’re his, that he can make you feel better than anyone else could ever dream of.

“Love this cock too?” he whispers, you can hear a smile in his voice, eyes still closed.

Your lips turn up at the corners for a moment, until you’re whimpering, “Yeah- feels so good- Jeongguk-” each word is stuttered, punched out one at a time by his cock.

Jeongguk sounds fond when he mocks you breathily with a light laugh, “Yeah? Feels so good, pretty? Gonna cum?”

“Yeah, make me cum, love,” you whisper, body going slack and pliant as you concentrate on reaching that high.

His hands move, one going to the back of your thigh to brace himself and then the other going to grip at you hair, pulling so that you’re looking down to where his cock pounds into you.

“Watch, want you to see how this pussy creams for me…” He’s panting above you, sweaty and flushed as he starts to climb with you. “cum on me,” he tells you.

Again you’re nodding, at a loss for words as you watch his fat cock slip in and out of you, wet noises sounding in the room. Your legs start to shake by your head, partly from you being in this position for a good amount of time, and partly because of how close you are. Your toes curl and your nails dig into your own legs as your cunt starts to tighten, pussy pulsing as you finally feel the rush.

“Oh my god, fuck I’m cumming-” you cry, eyes squeezing shut again, legs trembling in your hold as you fight to keep them open.

Jeongguk moans, keeps pushing and pulling his cock in and out of your pussy, feeling how it contracts and convulses around him. He yanks roughly, his grip in your hair pulling, urging you to look again. “Open your eyes, look. Who’s pussy is that cumming all over my cock, hmm? Who’s pussy is making such a mess like that? It’s mine, right, pretty?”

Tears spring to your eyes as he relentlessly fucks into you. “It’s yours, it’s yours-” you sob as you peak.

Jeongguk falls to his forearms and your limbs rearrange themselves to accommodate him. Arms wrapping around his shoulders as he buries his face in your neck, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. His hips are moving with slow, long thrusts, his teeth digging into your neck, not quite lovebites, and not quite bite marks either— a mixture of both and a claim all the same.

“Yeah-” he moans ardently into the hot, bruise-stained skin of your neck. “keep telling me whose it is; keep telling me it’s mine.”

“Oh, it’s yours Jeongguk- all yours,” you pant, nails digging into his back. You feel the give of the working muscles under your harsh touch. “Cum in it- make it yours.”

It’s like your words, your lewd chantings and admissions, are what finishes him off. He groans a deep and fervent moan into you, tells you he’s there, that he’s cumming. You can feel the pillow under your head dip and scrunch as he grips at it, hands strong and forming fists in the down. He rocks his hips into you, pushing the shots of white deep inside as he cums.

He doesn’t let himself drown in it though, the spacey high that he gets when he milks his cock till he can’t take it anymore. Instead, he finishes inside and then makes his way over your chest, his still stiff cock in front of you. He’s lost some of the volume, but he’s still thick, still jerking a bit with the aftershocks of cumming.

“Clean it up, keep me hard,” he tells you, voice shaking as he tries to catch his breath.

You suckle at the tip for just a moment before he’s pulling back with a sensitive hiss. “Just licks-”

Obediently, you comply. The tip of your tongue lightly swirls around him, while you look up at his heated gaze. His hips still twitch when you lick a long stripe up the underside, showing him the leftover cum that you lapped up before making a show of swallowing.

“That’s it, listen so well when you’re not fighting me,” he says looking down at you, shifting some so you can clean him more. “How do we taste?” he asks, voice cute, laced with a grin.

You heat up at the praise, but give another little lick before saying softly, “Good…” Your eyes cross slightly when you look at the tip in front of you. He’s fully there again, hard, and leaking. “What are you going to do with this?”

Again, he’s switching the position up, though he only shimmies down your body a little bit this time. Hunching over, he nips your cheek while he says, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He presses a smile into the pudge before kissing the apple.

When he rights himself, his hands immediately go to your tits. Squeezing them, watching as they jiggle and give under the grip of his greedy hands. Then he’s smiling at you, a little sheepishly, bringing his cock to the valley between them. He drools, lets the spit flow from his mouth down to his cock, your skin.

Your hands are on his thighs as you watch him contently. He looks at your body with wonder in his eyes, reminiscent of a virgin seeing another person naked for the first time. He’s far from that, has taken you any and every way imaginable it seems like, but it’s like you’re his love drug— like everytime is as good as the first, him only wanting you more and more as time goes on.

You keen under his grip, back arching. The hold his hands have on you is a little painful and sure to leave an ache, but you know that’s what he wants. To leave another form of lingering ownership on your body, as he presses your tits tight around his cock.

He moans when he rocks his hips, the first thrust into you the plush pillowing of your tits is enough for his head to roll back, his breath to catch. He’s bracing himself on your body, heavy on your chest as he fucks your tits, and it’s like he doesn’t even notice, too lost in the feeling.

You’re still just watching him when he flutters his eyes open. He blushes when he sees you, sputters out a soft laugh. “Stop watching me.”

Giggling back a little, you say, “Well what else am I supposed to do?”

His rough mood seems to have simmered down after finishing the first time, the cum in your cunt affirming enough for him to relax a little, settle into a mood that’s a little more lazy and playful.

He hums, closes his eyes again. “You hold them… be useful, instead of nosy.”

You do as he says, and he looks down, sees how your tits overflow in your tiny hands, watches how the swollen tip of his cock pokes out the top every time he thrusts between them. He groans, eyes slipping shut again like the sight is too much. Bracing himself against the headboard, he starts to pick up the pace.

“Yeah, like that,” he whispers, as if you're the one doing the work. As if you’re the one that’s gripping the headboard and using it as leverage to repeatedly thrust his cock into your boobs. “Tighter-”

You can clearly feel the remnants of his harsh touches when you press your tits even more firmly together. The friction of him rubbing against you causes a slight burn on your skin, but you know it won’t be much longer. Can tell by the way his hips stutter just like his breaths, how his moans become more constant, eager as he works to cum— the high just a little harder to reach after his first orgasm.

Encouraging him, you tell him how you want it, all over you just like how his cum is inside you. How you wanna see it.

“Oh- I’m gonna cum again baby…” he warns you, hips pushing his cock frantically between your tits. Your eyes go from watching the way he works himself into the pillowy hold of your boobs to his face above you and you can see how his mouth is parted and how his eyes are shut with slightly raised brows. You moan under him, his expression enough for you to know he’s so close— “Yeah, yeah-” he pants, “Fuck, I’m cumming-”

He locks up above you, his body twitching as he cums, his moans broken and whiny. One shot is strong enough to hit under your chin, on the column of your neck, but the rest spurts from the angry, red head, dribbling to pool on your sternum.

You can only imagine how sensitive his cock is, so when his hands come down and whip your palms away from your tits, you’re not surprised. He still pulses when the grip around him is lost, and he sighs while he holds your hands above your head. He laces your fingers together before diving down as giving you a deep kiss.

He settles on top of you, careful of his cum. With curious eyes, he just kind of looks at you after he breaks the kiss, hands petting at your tangled hair. Then his eyes are roaming, taking in the white on your skin. He lingers at the drops on your neck.

With a trembling hand, Jeongguk swipes up a couple little droplets with the tip of his ring finger. You’re expecting them to come to your mouth, so you part your lips slightly while you wait, eyes lazy and lulling closed. Your mouth stays parted as you tense up, eyes opening in confusion when you feel his finger not at your lips, but at the precious little spot just below and behind your ear. When he massages his cum into your skin, you let out a shaky sigh, lashes fluttering.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” he shushes you. His voice is stern again.

You whine a little, hands clenching where they are still resting on the pillow by your head. It’s one of those things. Those nasty, dirty things— so similar to the way he rubbed his precum into your lips— that makes your tummy do somersaults. That mild sickly feeling that clouds your chest; uneasy yet simultaneously pleasurable and satisfying all at once.

As he repeats the action to the other side of your neck, you start to wiggle under him. Your pussy needy again, wet where he lays between your legs.

Jeongguk’s at your ear, right above where his fingers rub his cum into your skin. “You like this,” he murmurs, dull surprise lacing his words. “It’s so dirty, why do you like it so much, baby?” He nips gently at your earlobe. “Is it because you’re mine, and because you like whatever I do to you?”

Before you can reply, he’s straddling your waist. You choose to stay quiet, try and sit still while he racks his eyes over you again. He’s patient though, prompts an answer with a quirked brow as his fingertips trail through his cum, spreading it on your skin.

“Yeah, I like it because I’m yours…”

He hums, pleased. “Is there anything else you wanna say? Wanna ask?”

And you really thought the shame and humiliation was over for tonight. But evidently it’s not because you know that he knows what you want. That he can feel it in the way that you’re so tense under him in effort to stop the constant vibration thrumming though your body.

“Wanna cum again…” you whisper.

Jeongguk smiles lightly above you, keeps playing with his cum on your chest, swiping up the last little puddle with his thumb. And you’re sure this time he wants you to taste, your mouth being one of the only places he hasn’t marked as his today (with his cum), but he bypasses your lips, instead swiping his cum-covered thumb on your forehead.

You blink at him dumbly.

“Did you just Simba-mark me with your seed?”

He laughs loudly, the little rounds under his eyes making an appearance before he’s leaning down to kiss you, teeth clicking with yours as you both smile into it. “Let’s get you cleaned up. So messy,” he teases with a grin, as if he isn’t the one that soiled you.

And the denial of a second orgasm makes the need for it that much more apparent, the fluttery heartbeat between your folds pulsing. But you don’t complain, know that sometimes he does this. Usually only when you fight him excessively, but every once in a while he’ll be selfish with you even when you cave and hand over the control.

The water is warm and Jeongguk is already inside by the time you haul yourself off of the bed and meet him in the bathroom. You watch for a moment, through the clear glass of the shower door. His back muscles are rippled and his head is tilted back as he works his hands through his hair, the water cascading down his back. The slick wetness of his locks lets his undercut peek through, when he senses you and turns to look.

He pushes the door open, gestures for you to get in.

“Missed you,” he greets, making room for you under the spray.

You hum, rest your palms on his chest, as he works the water through your hair. You busy yourself by grabbing his body wash and squirting a little in your hands before lathering it up and spreading the bubbles across his body. It’s a Jo Malone scent, one that smells fresh yet woody at the same time; light enough to not be overbearing, but strong enough to linger for a while. He lets out a pleased little sigh at the feel of your hands on him.

He mirrors your actions except with your shampoo, something repairing to combat all the heat styling you do. With strong hands he massages the soap in, occasionally pulling back to see if it’s close to getting in your eyes, each time smiling fondly as the bubbles start to accumulate leaving your locks white and sudsy. He makes sure to wipe the itsy bit of cum off of your forehead.

You both rinse off the first steps in your shower routines, and you ask him if he wants you to wash his hair for him. He declines, says it’s not hair washing day.

With the soap on his body washed away, and nothing else on his list to do, he makes it his duty to tend to you again. He gets a dollop of conditioner in his palms, works his hands in your hair once more, making you purr a little as he rubs it into your scalp.

“Remember,” you say lazily, “leave it in for at least 5 minutes.”

You hear his smile more than see it, eyes blissfully shut. “I know, pretty.”

While he waits for the conditioner to seep into your hair, he goes for your body wash, but when he passes a different bottle, his fingers falter and twitch. He ends up opting to grab his instead.

You see the change, and you’re about to protest, so used to your habitual and particular steps, but he shushes you with a soft kiss.

“Just today, please?” he asks as he flips open the cap.

His kisses are convincing, and you’ve always been a little weak for him, so you nod.

While you tilt your head back to feel his trail of kisses on your neck, you also feel Jeongguk’s soapy hands on you, gentle, almost a little curious as he touches you. When he cups your tits in his palms, your nipples pebble despite the warmth in the shower. He rubs over them, rolls them in his grip, spreading the body wash. You act demure, like the feel of his hands on your body doesn’t reignite the spark between your legs. The one you’ve been trying to ignore since entering the washroom.

It’s not till he’s done washing you that the feeling gets to be almost too much. Especially when his wandering hands linger and continue to pet over you. He’s got your back to his front, his chin hooked on your shoulder, fingers dancing on the softest part of your lower belly before sliding down with the water droplets.

He doesn’t really touch you. Not the way you want.

“You’re teasing me,” you huff, frustrated at the way he’s just running his fingers over your folds.

He just hums, standing up straight, and removing his hand all together, instead going to reach for the removable shower head. “Am I?” he asks.

You can hear the click of the settings as he changes it to the jet stream.

“Tilt your head back,” he says.

With a hand shielding your eyes, Jeongguk rinses the conditioner out, leaving the jet at the nape of your neck for a second. You roll your shoulders as he starts to move the harsh stream over the muscles in your back, a soft groan sounding when he reaches a knot by your spine.

“Feels good?” he asks, gently. His voice has an airy lilt to it that it didn’t have a moment ago.

You nod, swallowing thickly when he brings the stream to your front, your back flush against his chest. He lets the stream hit all over your torso, the water warm against your skin, before he’s just briefly letting it hit right over your slit. You breathe out a tiny gasp.

“You use this sometimes, don’t you?” he asks, trailing the stream back up your body.

Again you just nod, your hand gently guiding his arm back down.

He lets you, pliant behind you as he whispers against the shell of your ear, “What do you want?”

One of your arms comes up and twines in his hair as you turn into him. He’s close, of course, so his mouth isn’t far and you only have to tilt your head up some to reach him and plead against his lips, “Please make me cum?”

You brush your nose against his cheek and he puffs out a soft breath against you before closing the distance between you with soft, wet kisses. The hand you have in his hair pulls, makes him groan into the kiss so that you’re able to slip your tongue into his mouth for a few moments, licking him up.

The free arm that he has wrapped around your waist tightens and you feel him pull you even tighter to his chest before it’s falling down to your thigh. He taps it softly as he says, “Put your foot on the ledge…”

It’s a little cutout in the marble wall, meant for a bar of soap or something, but it also doubles as a perfect place to rest your foot as you hoist your leg up.

The water is intense when Jeongguk finally brings the stream between your legs, but it’s good. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving, it’s enough to make your legs buckle, and enough to make your breathing hitch almost immediately.

“Oh god-” you whine, face turning into Jeongguk’s chest again, the hand that’s still in his hair tethering you in place.

“Is that right?” he asks, meaning the position of the jet.

He’s a man of many talents, one of them being knowing where your clit is in any and every sexual situation, so while it is right, it’s a little intense, so you place your free hand over his, nodding into him even as you move the stream a little up and to the side.

“Yeah, there- don’t move it-” you whisper, looking down your belly to where you can see the jet pulsing in between your legs, and the tattooed arm that’s holding it in place. The visual aids the already steady heat curling in your lower belly.

And fuck, water orgasms never take long, but its not even a few minutes before your starting to lock up in his hold, the leg you’re holding up starting to tremble and trying to close on the stream.

“Keep your legs open,” Jeongguk whispers, he sounds a little distracted, dazed maybe. But it could be the haze that’s starting to cloud your brain. “What’s it feel like, pretty?”

You know he wants dirty talk, that he wants to hear you struggle to form coherent sentences as your squirm against his chest— but frankly you don’t have enough time to struggle and fish for words, the only sentence running through your mind and past your lips being, “Feels like I’m gonna cum, fuck-”

Your voice is high pitched and whiny in your ears, and Jeongguk chuckles behind you a little, presses his cock that's plumped up again into the curve of your asscheek.

“Already?” he purrs.

The way he asks, almost like it’s a little pitiful and funny that you’re going to finish so soon, makes you whimper, but like you didn’t have time to think of words, you don’t have time to be humiliated either, the rush hitting you full force; the string in you snapping as the water gushes against your pussy perfectly. The strength of your orgasm takes your breath away as Jeongguk keeps the steady stream right where you showed him, until you're gasping in his hold and desperately pushing his hand away.

Your chest is still heaving when he appeases you, letting the water fall over your body once again. You feel him laugh into your neck where he’s placing sweet kisses.

“That was quick,” he teases.

“It always is with that,” you tell him, head slumped against his shoulder, “Plus you worked me up…” you add with a small pout.

He coos, “Was always gonna take care of you, you worked yourself up.”

You spin in his hold, draping your arms around his neck, and he gets back to letting the jet work into your muscles, his free hand settling in the curve of your waist while he looks down at you like he’s waiting for you to say something. His cock is hard against your tummy, and it makes a little idea sprout in your head.

“Have you…” you start, “have you ever cum with the water before?”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think it works the same as it does for you.”

“I think it could,” you muse, slipping your hand between your bodies. He flinches a little when you wrap your finger around him.

Then he sighs, hangs his head back. “Don’t know if I can cum again,” he admits, his hips slowly pushing and pulling in your loose fist.

“Try?” you ask, reaching behind you to take the shower head from him, and then dropping to your knees.

Jeongguk’s cock is thick and pink in your palm, the tip of it a bit more flushed and angry looking. You start by running the water over his thighs, glancing up at him every now and then. He’s got his eyes closed as you stroke him, his tiny pink tongue licking at his lips, as he runs his fingers lazily over his toned tummy.

You aim the stream at his cock, slowly dragging it up and down the length before putting it directly at the underside of the crown. Jeongguk breathes out a gasp, and the muscles in his belly contract and tense.

When you look up at him again, he’s looking down, watching you as you make him feel good, brows furrowed a little like he’s surprised that it feels good.

“Feels nice, huh?” you smile up at him.

Jeongguk grins back, nodding as he places a hand on your cheek. “Always make me feel so nice…” His thumb brushes your cheek and your water heavy lashes flutter a little as you press into his palm.

“Wanna make you cum,” you murmur.

His hand pulls away from your cheek, goes back to lightly teasing himself by running over his stomach up to his nipples. “I’ll try…”

He doesn’t really need to try. The constant stream almost feels like a vibration on the tip of his cock, except better in a way that he can’t explain. But like it wasn’t long for you— it’s not long before his breathing gets faster, deeper.

“I like this,” he tells you, voice lustful and soft, barely audible over the sound of the water.

You continue to pump him with a loose palm while the water does it’s magic. “Mmm, I can tell, love… you’re so hard…”

He was hard to start with, but after a couple minutes of the jet on him, he’s so much more so. So stiff that he’s standing straight up, the tip coming just below his belly button, rock hard in your palm. And he’s letting out these little noises. These little huffs and groans, like he’s working for it, pushing himself closer to the high.

“Mmf- fuck…” he stutters above you.

Glancing at him again, you see the way his eyes have squeezed shut, how he’s slumped against the shower wall like it’s getting hard to support himself, hands still raised, fingers still toying with his chest. His stomach goes in between tense, and the lower part expanding in that way that’s so unexplainably hot, just like it always does when he’s about to cross that point of no return.

“Gonna cum,” he mutters.

When he does, it’s so gratifying. Like making him feel good makes you feel even better as you watch the way he goes silent and rigid above you, and the way his overworked cock pulses and throbs in your hand, the littlest shots of white washing away as soon as they dribble from his slit.

It’s not until you wrap your lips around his tip and flick your tongue on the overstimulated under part of his head to suck the last little bit of his cum in your mouth that he starts to whine and twitch above you.

“Ah-” he grimaces, pulling at the hair at the back your head, “enough, oh my god- there’s no more-”

You hum against the tip for good measure, laughter filling your eyes, when he throbs in your hand again.

It’s when you’re in bed for an afternoon nap that you tell him the coworker that he got so worked up over is gay, and that you are the last person that he would be interested in. Jeongguk claims that he’s going to get rid of the mug that you religiously use every morning as payback.

But when you go out to make your Monday morning coffee the next day, the mug is sitting on the counter, ready for you along with your favorite spoon.

Some things, some feelings, are hard to shake. Like nagging, irrational jealousy, or the meticulous need to make sure a coaster is down, to be in control. But love is something you both indulge in, something you’re keen on.

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bye the ending sucks but u came for the p0rn not my literary skills !! lmao!! anyway!! bruh 💀 the abo undertones i can't idk how this got so FILTHY like ?? nut as perfume ??? precum as lipgloss?? how tf does my brain even get to that point 😩 depraved and down so bad 🤧 but~~ i hope u liked it <3 pls reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask if u did~~ love talking to u and hearing ur brain thinks and opinions <3 muah~ :*

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multifandomfix · 3 years ago

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Regina Mills Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

More often than not, Regina gets real cuddly after sex. It’s a security thing for her. She wants to know you’re still there for her.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Regina loves your neck and finds it so kissable. She also likes how nice it looks with her lipstick all over it.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

She’d like to have some sort of subtle marker on you, be it a special bracelet, anklet or necklace, probably enchanted with some sort of protection magic.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

She’s the very definition of a switch. Sometimes she’s all ready to take control, and other times she just needs to be taken care of and shown a good time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s pretty experienced. She definitely knows what she’s doing and you’re reminded of that every time you go to bed with her.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Regina usually opts for a mixture of the two. She wants it to be an intimate and trusting experience for you both, but she doesn’t mind when you throw in a bit of rougher play.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s mostly serious, but is able to laugh off things that might not go exactly according to plan.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Some of Regina's turn ons include; seeing you with wet hair/freshly showered, perfume/cologne scented with apple, grand romantic gestures.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on the moment, really. Though she does generally prefer a more romantic mood when you go to bed together.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t indulge in self pleasure a lot, but you have caught her a couple of times, and she found that she kind of likes it when you watch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. Regina has the biggest praise kink. You tell her how amazing she is and she’s yours for life.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Regina mostly sticks to the bedroom, but you’ve been known to have the occasional steamy encounter on the kitchen counter while she’s got a pie in the oven.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Usually, tracing your fingers up her thighs is enough to kick things off. Followed by a heavy make out session as you slowly undress her.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and humiliation are both things that Regina hates. It reminds her too much of her evil queen days and she wouldn’t want to be mean to you like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She does prefer to receive, because you have this way of making her thighs shake that she just can’t get enough of, but she’s damn good at giving back though too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, this depends on the mood of the moment, but she does appreciate those slow and sensual sessions.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She can really get into a good quickie every so often. The rush of adrenaline really does her good sometimes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s game to experiment a little. She’s pretty much established what she likes overall, but she’ll try new things if you suggest them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go for up to about four rounds on average. It doesn’t typically last more than one or two, but when you just don’t want to call it a night yet, she’s happy to indulge you a couple more times.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

She used to be, but now she can’t stand the thought of them. Her former trysts had been so unfulfilling that she can’t picture ever having one again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves to tease you. She thrives off of it. She’ll tease you way past the point of begging. She loves seeing you a whining, moaning mess for her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not super loud, but she will call out your name and make the absolute sexiest moans.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

She’d want to wait until she was sure you were the real thing. That might take a while, since she’s been burned before, but it’ll be well worth the wait.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Regina has an amazing shape. Her ass is perfection and she loves to show it off to you in some of her many pairs of lacy underwear.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

A little higher than average, and she can get a bit insatiable at times, but sex isn’t often the first thing on her mind.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually she doesn’t fall asleep too quickly after. She does love her cuddles and will stay awake long enough to enjoy being in your arms.

For anon

Regina Mills: @dancingwith-sunflowers, @riveranddoctorsong123, @the-disorderly-writer, @ladysc, @reginassecretlover

#regina mills #regina mills smut alphabet #regina mills x reader #once upon a time #ouat #request #send requests #requests open

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imagineaworld · 4 years ago

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mr & mrs smith | b.b

part one | part two

pairing : bucky barnes x reader

summary : bucky and y/n finally learn the truth about their feelings for each other

word count : 2.3k

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), swearing

bucky slept through the night. he woke close to lunchtime, beams of golden sunlight shining through the drawn curtains. beside him, y/n slept on, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

he crept out of bed quietly so as not to wake y/n. grabbing a fresh set of clothes, he padded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. he also spritzed on some of the cologne steve had bought him.

when he re-emerged from the bathroom, y/n was sprawled out across the giant bed, looking just as ethereal as she had the previous day. she yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"mornin'." bucky murmured, taking his toiletries back to his suitcase.

y/n hummed in response, taking a deep breath. "your cologne smells really good," she mumbled sleepily.

"thanks," bucky said, flushed. "steve got it for me."

y/n clambered out of bed, stretching upward once she was on her feet. her pink silk pyjama shirt rose up slightly, showing a slither of her bare stomach. bucky swiftly averted his eyes.

"you wanna plant some bugs and cameras while i take a shower?" she asked after she'd finished stretching. "i'll help you once i'm done."

"sure," he said, avoiding eye contact.

y/n took her clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. bucky didn't hear the door lock.

he went about setting up tiny, hidden cameras and microphones around the room, the sound of the shower running in the other room. while he was doing his task, he thought about the previous night.

after the two had finished the bottle of wine, y/n asked what side of the bed bucky wanted. he had said he didn't mind, so he took the left and y/n took the right. they'd gone to bed around 1 am, and it had taken bucky a while to fall asleep.

he couldn't stop thinking about y/n beside him, he'd never shared a bed like this before. making sure not to move around too much and to not touch y/n, eventually, he fell asleep.

his sleep was usually fitful, plagued by nightmares. but that night, nothing. just peaceful darkness and he had woken feeling well-rested.

bucky hadn't realised y/n was out of the shower until she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a cropped tank top, towel-drying her damp hair.

"how's it going?" she asked.

the floral scent of her perfume filled bucky's nose. "almost done," he replied.

"let's finish up and get out of here."

within a few hours, bucky and y/n were packed up and checked out of the hotel, their equipment set up in the honeymoon suite, hooked up to tony's database.

y/n was driving them back to the compound, stopping at starbuck's again to make up for the coffee bucky had bought the previous day. y/n got a hot chocolate, despite the fact that it was a hot day, and the windows were rolled down.

her hair blew around in the wind as she sang along to the radio, turned up loud so it could be heard over the rushing wind. bucky admired her from his seat in the passenger side, not able to suppress the smile that crept onto his face. he had never felt so carefree and at ease as he did in that moment.

"is that a smile i see?" y/n spoke over the music and the wind as she drove down the highway.

bucky blushed, turning his face away.

"hey, no!" y/n protested. "come back, i like it."

bucky blushed even more, but stopped facing away from y/n.

"are you blushing?" she asked, her tone playful as opposed to taunting.

"nah," bucky responded, shaking his head. his grin, however, grew wider.

y/n laughed, tossing her head to get her hair out of her face. "this mission was fun," she admitted. "i was worried you didn't like me very much, but i think i was wrong."

"well," bucky said. "i do like you very much."

"ooh, very much, huh?" she asked in the same playful tone as before. perhaps, bucky thought, it was even flirty.

mimicking her tone, bucky said, "are you flirting with me?"

y/n raised her eyebrows, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "i might be," she said. "i might have been for the last few months. maybe." she added.

bucky was serious all of a sudden. "wait, really?"

it was y/n's turn to laugh nervously. "clearly not very well."

bucky couldn't think of anything to say. he was completely bewildered. this meant he had been right all along. it meant y/n did like him.

"mind if we take a detour?" y/n asked.

"sure."

y/n pulled off the highway, driving through a series of roads overcast with trees. not long later, she parked the car in a patch of land, with a few other cars parked close by.

y/n unclipped her seatbelt. "wanna go for a walk?"

"yeah," bucky replied, still baffled.

he got out of the car. in front of him was a vast, blue lake, sparkling in the sunlight. all around the lake were lush green trees, and the sound of a family having a picnic nearby. the pair started walking.

"i didn't even know this was here," he said.

y/n smiled. "i come here with nat and wanda sometimes."

bucky breathed in the clean air, savouring the feeling of the sun on his face. he walked beside y/n, admiring the view of her and the lake.

"i did pick up on the flirting, by the way," he admitted.

y/n looked up at him. "you did?"

"yeah," he nodded. "i'm just horrifically awkward and i didn't know what to say back. so i said nothing."

"you aren't that awkward."

"oh, i am. definitely. you intimidate me."

bucky thought back to all the times he'd become flustered by y/n's comments, or overwhelmed by her touch. all the times she'd hugged him and he hugged back, wondering if he had perhaps hugged too tightly, or maybe not tightly enough.

"why?" y/n asked. she stopped walking now, standing under the shade of a large tree a few feet away from the lakeshore.

bucky shrugged. "the things you say, things you do. eye contact, the way you touch me... i don't know, it just intimidates me."

"how can i be less intimidating?" y/n asked.

"don't make eye contact," bucky said. "close your eyes."

y/n frowned, but her face softened when her eyes fluttered shut. "better?"

bucky looked at her, stood in front of him with her eyes closed. the gentle breeze blew her hair behind her shoulders, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. he looked at her lips, parted slightly and decided he would do it.

he leant forward, caressing her cheek as his lips connected with hers. she made a slight sound of surprise, but she kissed back. her lips were soft, and there was the faint taste of chocolate. she pushed up on her toes to deepen the kiss, tangling her hand in bucky's hair.

when the two pulled away, bucky could hardly believe he had dared to do it. y/n opened her eyes again to look into bucky's. she grinned at him before catching her lower lip between her teeth. bucky melted at the sight of it.

"let's go back," she said, grabbing bucky's hand and leading him back to the car.

she leant back against the car door, pulling bucky in for another kiss. as bucky placed his hands gently on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"so much for a walk," bucky chuckled as he pulled away.

"changed my mind," y/n said, opening the door and climbing into the driver's seat.

bucky went around the front of the car and hopped in.

back at the compound, y/n was in her room, unpacking her suitcase, thinking about bucky.

upon arriving home, bucky and y/n had paid tony a visit for a debriefing before heading to their rooms. y/n had given bucky a smile and a wink as she entered her bedroom. bucky had blushed and smiled back.

out of her suitcase, she pulled out a t-shirt that didn't belong to her. the large dark t-shirt smelled of bucky. she held it close, deeply inhaling the scent. pulling her own shirt off, she slipped bucky's on.

it fell to mid-thigh, the loose material was cool in the warm weather. she pulled off her jeans, opting for a small pair of lounging shorts, hidden by the length of the t-shirt. as she finished unpacking, there was a knock at her door.

she answered it to find bucky on the other side. he eyed up her new outfit, raising his brows slightly. "i was going to ask if you had seen my shirt, but i can see you found it."

it was y/n's turn to blush. "i don't know what you're talking about," she said, stepping aside for bucky to enter. the door closed behind him.

"that shirt," bucky said, closing the space between him and y/n. "is mine."

he's flirting, y/n realised. so she stepped even closer to him. "yours? i guess you better take it back."

she pushed up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. he kissed back hungrily, tongue flicking across y/n's lower lip. his hands played with the hem of his shirt that she wore. eventually, he pulled the shirt over y/n's head, breaking the kiss briefly. his own shirt followed suit.

y/n knew bucky was fit, but she had no idea that his body was such a work of art. strong muscles bulged in his arms, his abs sculpted the plane of his stomach. she noted the rough skin where his metal arm met the rest of his body, and she thought he couldn't be more perfect.

bucky pulled away to take in all of her, to fully admire her in a way he had been too shy to do earlier. y/n caught her lower lips between her teeth as bucky's eyes roamed her body, the fullness of her breasts, the shape of her hips.

"you're so beautiful," he said. he kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. y/n closed her legs around bucky, holding on as he carried her to the bed. "i've wanted this for so long."

gently, he laid her down, kicking off his shoes as he climbed on top of her, not once breaking the kiss. y/n fumbled with the button of his jeans, which he removed once she had undone them.

bucky pulled away to look at y/n, flustered beneath his muscled body in just a bra and shorts, which he tugged at. she obliged, eagerly removing them.

he whispered praises as his hands roamed, exploring every part of her body. he unhooked her bra and watched as her breasts bounced free. he drank her in, eyes full of lust.

he began to kiss her again, moving from her lips to along her jaw, on her neck, down the valley of her breasts and stomach until he reached the waistband of her underwear. he kissed her through the thin fabric, the sensitivity making her moan.

bucky had wanted to take his time, but he wanted, needed her so bad. it had been a long time since he was last with someone so intimately. there would be plenty of opportunities to take his time.

he slid her panties down and put his mouth on her sensitive core. she gasped out a moan as bucky's tongue began licking in the most tantalizing way.

"bucky," y/n moaned his name.

the way she said it drove him crazy. the taste of her on his tongue... he couldn't take it much longer, he had to be inside her. he took his boxers off, fully exposed in a way that, if he hadn't needed her so bad, might have made him feel self-conscious.

y/n tangled her fingers in bucky's hair as he ate her out, head between her thighs, her moans causing an ache in his cock which he longed to bury inside her.

unable to bear it any longer, he slid his boxers off and lined himself up with her entrance. in one swift motion, he sheathed himself inside her. they both moaned loudly at the feeling, bucky enjoying the warmth and y/n enjoying the fullness.

"so wet, baby," bucky breathed out, bottoming out and slowly starting to move his hips. "you like that?"

"yes," y/n cried out. "fuck."

bucky could feel y/n clenching around him, the tightness making his cock twitch. he began to pick up the pace, snapping his hips in a way that made warmth spread through y/n's stomach as her orgasm started building up.

y/n raked her fingernails down bucky's back and he growled at the painful pleasure it brought him. each thrust drove y/n closer to climax.

"that's right," bucky groaned. "cum for me, doll."

y/n cried out as her whole body vibrated as her orgasm rippled through her. her back arched, pressing her body tighter against bucky.

"you feel so good," bucky murmured, "coming all over my cock."

y/n couldn't form a coherent sentence in order to respond so she just moaned his name. bucky sped up his pace, each pull and push of his hips chasing his own release.

with a deep groan, bucky reached his climax, pumping into y/n a few more times before filling her up with his warm cum. he collapsed on top her, both of them panting to catch their breath.

after a moment, he gently pulls out and lays down beside her, watching her bare chest rise and fall with each breath.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted that," y/n said.

"trust me," bucky said. "i do.”

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years ago

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I crawl into ur askbox. I leave u brat taming carillo w the prompts “bite your lip once more, i dare you” + “come on. i want the neighbours to hear you scream” What do u do

ALOS. Once more. I love u and congrats on 4k!!!!!!! 🥶😈❄️💖

i scream at the gods, “I AM HORNEEEEEE!!!@!@!@!” they do not answer. i write 1.2k of smut.

HI MAAM you are braVE FOR REQUESTING THIS TO ME OF ALL PEOPLE AND I KINDA wanted to continue so badly but um LKMASDKLNASD THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FREND, I LOVE YOU!!!

warning: NSFW LMAOOO (18+), choking, mentions of edging, overstim, marking, subtle sir kink, sub/dom elements, girl you just getting your brains FUCKED OUT

some translations (correct me if im wrong please!!):

tengo una cita=i have a date mi alma=my soul corazón=heart hermosa=beautiful

“Bite your lip once more, I dare you.” + “Come on. I want the neighbours to hear you scream.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as a hand wraps around your throat, a ragged, starved mouth claiming yours once more as hips jerk against your own, skin to skin, heat on heat. Everything is burning and you can’t even see as he tears himself away from you, pulling you away from the edge that you’re so wound up on. A coil tightens and you just want to be free. To just fall apart but no. No, you don’t deserve that today.

Not when he’s been railing you, teasing you with his fingers, fucking you and eating you out, for the past two fucking hours and has no intention on stopping.

“I had plans and I just thought you were tired.”

“Tired?” Carrillo squeezes your neck gently and leans down. “‘Tengo una cita’ was your excuse not to come home with me?” he growls into your ear “Try that again the next time you want to play coy, and see what happens.” He grabs hold of your hair, fists it tight and yanks it back, exposing your neck and your mouth opens in a gasp as he sucks a mark right underneath your ear, smirking. “Come for me, corazón. I want the neighbours to hear you scream.”

He bites at your jaw, your neck, mark you until you’re shown as his for days before he noses his way back up to your panting mouth. Another sharp thrust sends a jolt of euphoria and your eyes flutter shut as he grabs your jaw.

“It was true, sir,” you manage to snipe at him. “He was young, handsome, tall. He liked me, senōr…” He squeezes your face, a warning, and brushes a thumb over your swollen lip, eyes scanning your face. Your tongue teases the pad of this thumb as his hips still against yours and an impatient moan escapes your lips. Your hands trace the swell of his chest, the bulging biceps of his arms, and there is raw power thrumming underneath his skin, golden and hazy in the barely lit room. His thumb pushes into your mouth and you wrap around it diligently but he simply shakes his head, disgusted, ripping his hand away before you can coax him deeper with your tongue.

“Using men to make me jealous is below you. We both know you only want one thing.” His other hand on your hip angles and he sinks himself to the hilt once again, your over-sensitized walls tight around him and he snarls against your cheek, moving his hand back to your throat as he thrusts into you. Eyes slipping shut, your mouth falls open shamelessly.

“Horacio.” His name slips from your lips, your chest heaving and his dark gaze snaps to yours, filled with lust and one of your hands cradles his face as his pace increases until wave after wave of bliss begins to overwhelm you once again. Thighs clenching, you feel them begin to slip against the sweat-slick skin of his waist but he reaches down with the hand on your hip, keeping you steady. Your muscles are melted and you thrash your head to the side, biting your lip and trying to stifle the groan begging to rip free but an index finger gently nudging your jaw warns you. Clutching onto the bed sheets, you try to remember how to breathe.

“Bite your lip once more, I dare you,” he whispers huskily, open mouth panting against your jaw. Your hip jolts with his next thrust and he hits the spot that has you keening, clenching so hard you think you might scream as he lets out a harsh, gritted groan against your jaw. “Shit. Fuck, are you close already? Again? You feel—so tight.“

“I am, mi amor. I’m close. I’m so close,“ you breathe, nonsense ramblings spilling out of your chest. “Please, please, I’m so close. Don’t stop—no! No, please don’t stop.” Your fingers fly to his arms, sink into his skin and your stomach clenches. Dragging himself through your slick, Carrillo grunts and hips snap against yours again, jackhammering until you reach that precipice once more and he knows you so well that he can tell when you can take one more deadly push, when you can’t. You haven’t cum in what you feel like has been days as he lowers your leg back to the mattress, reaches down with his free hand to press a thumb agains your clit and your vision nearly blacks out as your arch up against him, head digging into the mattress, his name torn out of your throat in a wail.

But you don’t cum.

No, he knows your body more intimately than you do. He knows all he has to do is just command you to, and you will.

But he doesn’t.

His unforgiving pace slows and you let out a furious groan of frustration, turning your head to look at him, wanting to sob, and you catch his grin as he soothes your ravaged lip with a finger, a gentle teasing touch.

“Ah, now I am your lover?” he murmurs severely, their noses just barely brushing, raising his eyes to regard your face with pupils blown wide enough to swallow his irises. “What happened to having a date tonight, hermosa? Someone stronger, taller, more handsome. Younger.” You squeeze your thighs weakly, muscles gummy, scowling at him in retaliation as you try to get yourself to the finish line but then his hand leaves your clit, he pushes with one huge hand down on your navel and keeps you still with the sheer force of his command alone.

The waves recede—your stomach stops cramping, and you can start catching your breath again long enough for the disappointment to settle in.

And when he doesn’t budge, merely looms over you, you know you’re fucked. He lifts the hand from your abdomen, settles it by your head, holds himself up. His bicep glistens and you swallow at the sheer force in that arm alone.

Your hands find his face and you cradle him in your palms, just… looking at him. Soaking him in.

Jesus, he’s so handsome. The air smells of sex, his cologne, your perfume, their sweat and their love, and in the light that’s made edges go blurry, you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.

“You should know by now I want no other man besides the Colonel of the Search Bloc.” Your thumbs brush over his cheeks and he lifts his hand from your throat to hold onto your wrist. He kisses your pulsepoint, eyes sliding shut. “No other man I’ve met can fuck me half as well.”

His grip on your wrist tightens.

Your free hand goes to his neck to pull him down just as you raise your head, and their lips barely brush as you whisper, “Now, fuck me, Colonel Carrillo. Or I’ll find someone who will.”

He slams your wrist to the bed. A raw, dark desire lingers in his eyes as he kisses you gently, an incinerating heat hiding behind the last piece of tenderness you will get for the night.

The neighbours hear more than your screams well into the morning.

Carrillo, you believe, has never slept better.

Your two favourite DEA agents visit Medellín that next afternoon while you’re visiting the office, dropping off coffee for Carrillo.

“Late night?” Peña laughs when your buttoned-to-the-collar shirt slips to reveal a peek of a completely bruised collarbone and neck, marked every inch.

Murphy’s more concerned by the fact that you can’t walk straight without your face screwing up.

Carrillo hides a smirk behind his newly delivered coffee.

You wonder if they’ll ever connect the days the Colonel’s in a good mood to the days you look like someone dragged you to aphrodisiac hell and back.

Probably won’t, but they’ve surprised you before.

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uwumessenger · 4 years ago

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random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

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weeb-imagines · 4 years ago

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for the nsfw alphabet, could you do one for terushima?

THIS IS MY SECOND MAIN MAN THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WRITE FOR HIM

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is a STICKLER for aftercare. If there’s anything the guy takes seriously it’s volleyball (sometimes) anime, and AFTERCARE. He cares about you so much and needs to make sure himself that he didn’t hurt you in any way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, it’s his lips. Headcanon, he wears lip gloss and looks damn good in it. On you, it’s probably your eyes. He loves looking into your eyes and knowing how happy he makes you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

T h i c k. Tastes TERRIBLE, I’m sorry but it’s true. That man lives off monster that spunk cannot taste like sunshine and rainbows.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He got the tongue piercing because he SUCKS at giving head and thought it would make him better. It didn’t. He learns eventually, but Teru, baby, you cant pierce skill into someone.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I firmly believe Teru has had ZERO experience before you. He was like, girl repellant. Until he met you, the first one to return his advances, he hadn’t had any experience before that. But, once he gets with you, he becomes VERY experienced VERY quick. Great learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Most likely any position where he can see your face. He’s a sweet guy, and likes to pepper you with kisses and see how he’s making you feel.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pretty goofy in the beginning, but really gets into it at the end.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubes are dyed blonde. No I don’t take criticism.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When he’s not cracking jokes, he honestly is pretty romantic. He can be sort of a tryhard with the romantic stuff the first few times, but he gets his groove.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

All the damn time ALL THE TIME. Prefers to jack it with your clothes or perfume /cologne or SOMETHING that reminds him of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage. Loves the thought of being at your mercy, or you at his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the house. He’ll be a bit of a tease in public, but he’s never actually try to fuck.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do is hot to him. He’s so whipped. But in particular, he loves it when you just,,,, look at him. You look at him like he’s your whole world, and it makes him either cry or want to show you that you’re his too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn’t really like “daddy.” He doesn’t HATE it, but he much prefers names like “sir” or even “love” when he’s domming.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Strong preference to give. Definitely won’t turn down a blowing though. As stated above, he fucking SUCKS. And he KNOWS IT. So he wants to practice. On you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers to be slow and romantic like the cheesy bastard he is, but his eager ass will always end up speeding up. He just loves the way you feel, and it’s hard for him to keep calm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s okay with quickies, but he prefers to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Look him dead in the eyes. EXPERIMENTATION KING. Doesn’t take risks with public shit or getting caught, he’s still got some dignity left in him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a while, but he nuts SO FAST. He loves you so much that just the thought of you touching him makes him cum. Luckily, he can please you without his dick while he gets his shit back together.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Vibrating tongue piercing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases like a MOTHERFUCKER. Cannot take it though. Will get all blushy and flustered if you even barely flirt back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty loud. He can’t just keep his moans down, how would you know how good you’re making him feel? Whimpers. A lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wants to be pegged. While domming. I will elaborate.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average girth, longer than average. Circumcised. Always washes his dick, no questions asked.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If you’re down, he’s already in the mood. He has a bad case of coochie man syndrome. He is literally horny all the time. He’ll be in the mf produce aisle of fucking food lion or something and trying to get you to hurry up and go home so he can hit it. Like really man? In front of my salad?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Forces himself awake to give you aftercare, and then immediately pulls you to his side, kisses your forehead, and zonks out.

#terushima x reader #terushima smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu

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silkywritesgarbage · 4 years ago

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hello! may i please request a scenario (or hc’s) with fem! reader with the gom + kuroko + kagami, where after a game they find their s/o being flirted with and are obviously uncomfortable? i love the idea of possessive or jealous gom lol thank u!!

Possessive!Main cast is my ISH so thank you for requesting this haha.

WARNING! Profanity, suggestive language, and light violence ahead. Also, creepy creeps creeping up on a pretty gal.

She was waiting for him near the locker rooms, in the spot she promised. As she was texting him that she was waiting, she noticed a shadow step into her line of sight. As she looked up at the newcomer, she was disappointed to see it was a stranger. Looking closer, she recognized his school uniform as belonging to the team her boyfriend just annihilated on the court.

“Can I help you?”

“Hey now, that’s kind of cold. I just wanted to talk. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone out here?” Oh. It’s one of those guys. She simply smiled.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” His smile faded a little, but to her shock, he decided to keep going. Fortunately for her, the door to his team’s locker room swung open.

Akashi

“Well, can’t we just be friends? Give me your LINE, we can chat, can’t we? Your boyfriend can’t tell you who you can talk to, right?”

“But I’m telling you that I don’t want to talk to you.” Akashi, who had been walking out of the locker rooms, heard it all. The gentle smile he always wore faded from the redhead’s face as he practically snapped his head in the direction of her voice. His lovely girlfriend had a scowl on her face. The young man had his hand on her phone, obviously trying to exchange numbers. Without another second to waste, Akashi swooped in, grabbing the man’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Excuse me, you’d best not be putting your hands on a young woman’s belongings without her explicit permission.” Akashi ground out. Simultaneously, his other hand fell open (Name)’s, threading his fingers through hers’. “You’d do best to make this your second and last loss tonight. Because the next might be your last.”

The man jumped and scurried away, leaving (Name) with an incensed Akashi. He pulled her close to him, pressing his hand to her head and cradling her against his chest, the other arm circled tightly around her waist.

“Sei-kun, I’m fine.”

“You didn’t look fine. I’m sorry I was late.” A rare grumble escaped his lips. “A shameless man like that shouldn’t ever even consider placing his hands on you.” You laughed, pulling on his cheek playfully.

“Well, he’s gone now, thanks to you and your way with words. Now, let’s forget about it and go get something to eat for my winner, yes?” Akashi’s tensed expression melted away, and he brought her hand up to kiss her wrist.

“Very well, as collateral, I’ll be occupying the rest of your night.”

Murasakibara

He took a lock her hair in his hand. “Wow,” he commented in adoration. “Your hair is so smooth, and it smells good too.” She was so tense that her shoulders ached. She wanted to scream and hit him and act like a child so that he would leave her alone. As she opened her mouth, she heart a shout and the man’s shadow was gone.

“Ew, what’s this loser doing in front of my prize?”

“A-Atsushi!?” Did he just call me his prize? She wondered to herself, but she didn’t have long to ruminate, because the looming purple giant quite literally threw the man away from her. he landed on his but a few feet away. (Name) could do nothing but stare in awe at the absurdity. She knew her boyfriend was strong, but- “Uwahh!”

Murasakibara swept his hands under her legs and scooped her up into a princess carry with ease. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt the heat of embarrassment travel up her nape, through her ears, and up to her cheeks as she felt the astonished stares of everyone around them.

“You’re so light, (Name)-chin. I missed you.”

“N-never mind that! What about this situation!” Murasakibara stared at her blankly for a moment, before he turned to the still stunned young man on the floor.

“By the way, (Name)-chin doesn’t just smell good, she tastes good too.” Both (Name) and the man promptly passed out, cheeks redder than a candy apple. She should have just thrown a tantrum, after all!

Aomine

y’all ever watch Fruits Basket uwu

“Please leave me alone.” (Name) deadpanned, deciding to return her attention to her phone. “You’ll regret it.”

“Come on, now, I’m not trying to do anything weird.” She saw his shadow shift a little closer, so close that the could feel his body in her circle despite her efforts to shift away.She was ready to make a scene, when she felt the vibration on her back of someone slamming something hard into the space above her head.

“Hey dirtbag. Quit trying to touch things that ain’t yours.” (Name) recognized the voice, though not the tone that it carried. She looked up to see Aomine, his expression sharp and dark. His brow was furrowed and his teeth were clenched so hard it sounded like he was speaking through them. He was leaning in so close that she could smell his cologne, which made her heart beat a little faster.The stranger instinctively raised his hands in defense.

“I-I was just kidding...”

“You sure? I don’t mind, I’m a confident guy.” Aomine cracked his knuckles before wrapping a gentle but firm arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest.

“I could even beat you one handed. If not, quit wasting my fuckin’ time with my hot girlfriend and beat it before you lose a couple teeth along with the game tonight.” As the poor thing sprinted away, squealing in fear, (Name) reached up and pulled on his cheek.

“Since when was my Daiki this cool? Bring back my lame, smelly boyfriend.”

“I am always cool!”

Midorima

The man picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. She cringed and turned her head away, feeling sick. That’s when an orange-clad arm shot out, separating him from you. (Name) recognized Midorima’s back. She couldn’t see his face, but whatever look he gave turned the male’s face pale as he turned tail and ran. Without waiting for him to even disappear around the corner, Midorima had already grabbed her slender wrist with a grip much stronger than he intended.

“H-Hey, Shinar- Ow! Are you mad??” She asked as she staggered behind him with confusion written all over her face. “What did I do?” He didn’t answer as he led her out of the stadium ahead of his team. “Takao-kun will be mad if you-”

“Don’t let another man’s name leave your lips after something like that!” She bristled and glared at his back.

“What? How was that my fau-” He cut her off suddenly, as if his lips had snapped open without his will. He turned around when they were alone and grabbed her shoulders, emerald green meeting (E/C). “Have a little more consciousness when I’m not with you!” She stared at him in bewilderment before the lightbulb suddenly went off above her head. She threw her arms around his waist. He caught her on instinct, his taped hands wrapping themselves around her waist and locking into place in a tight embrace.

“I’m okay. He was just annoying. You don’t have to be so scared for my sake.” She glanced up at him, smiling in that way that he hated, since he was no match for it. He used his hand to press her face into his shoulder. He didn’t want her to see him when he was like this.

“You fool, how could I not worry when every man sees you the same way I do?”

Kise

“(Name)-cchi, your hair is so pretty today. Did you use the hair treatment I brought you? Oh, you smell like the perfume I got you, as well. I knew it would suit you. I know you better than anyone else, after all.” She was just as embarrassed as the young man who had approached her was. She could feel her face turning various shades of red. He had immediately jumped in before the man could even get another word in.

Damn it, all the times I want him to be cooler, and he chooses now-! She didn’t complain when Kise latched himself onto her, resting his chin atop her head. She tried not to get comfortable in his familiar embrace. She was in public, after all! However, she jumped when she felt the hands at her waist travel down a little further.

“R-Ryouta-!” She squeaked. He was always touchy in public, but never this touchy. Kise kept her trapped in his arms, shifting his chin to rest in the crook of her neck as she glanced up at the intruder with a cold look in his eyes.

“Sorry, (Name)-cchi, I just thought I would put someone who doesn’t have any business in approaching you in their place.”

Kagami

hc Kagami is a feminist

Kagami had been the first out of the locker room, because he wanted to grab his lovely girlfriend her favorite drink from the vending machine. Anything to make her smile. He was in a great mood since they won the game, and he had a date scheduled with (Name). Today was going to be great...

...So why am I here!? Kagami lamented from behind the pole he was hiding behind. Granted, he wasn’t hiding well, as pointed out by children passing by with their parents and other players. This guy wasn’t doing anything, but he really didn’t like it. But Coach had said that girls don’t like guys who jump to weird conclusions and point fingers. It made them look weak and insecure, so he tried to be the bigger man. (Name) was always so elegant and mature, after all. She didn’t look like she was in trouble. He believed in her ability to stand without him! Then, he could swoop in and be the cool and suave boyfriend in front of her! Just think rationally...

“You’re so pretty, I bet you’d look really good with earrings, can I buy you a pair? You have piercings? Let me see...”

“H-Hey, don’t touch me!”

....

THINKING RATIONALLY CAN COME LATER.

“Oi! Get your fucking hands off her, dick!”

Kuroko

“(Name). ” Kuroko stood in between her and the stranger. Both of them nearly leaped out of their skin. Even his girlfriend wasn’t used to him appearing out of nowhere. “Are you alright?” Kuroko was impassive as ever, but his gaze remained intently on the man in front of him. It was enough to make the man take a step back.

“W-where did you come from?”

“The locker room.”

“That’s not what I meant!” (Name) recovered first, wrapping her arm around around Kuroko’s and smiling in relief. Kuroko felt his chest tighten with worry. He slipped his hand into hers and walked beside her away from the offending stranger.

“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as they were out of ear shot. “I should have been quicker so he wouldn’t have been able to speak with you.”

“It’s not like you to worry about something as trivial as that, Tetsuya-kun.” She laughed, but Kuroko didn’t find it as amusing. He stopped, turned around and brought her hand to his cheek, leaning into it with a cute, pouty expression.

“I’m normally not, but I might be becoming a little crazy about you, so please let me be a little childish when it comes to you.” Her cheeks warmed as she resisted the urge to cuddle up to him right here. So cute!

#akashi seijuro #murasakibara atsushi #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #scenario #jabberwock #kuroko no basket #knb #knb scenarios #possessiveness #jealousy #mob character haha

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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Have you ever watched a movie in class/school that made you cry? Yes. I took this adulthood and aging psychology class and I forget what it was exactly the documentary we had to watch was about, but I remember being on the verge of tears because it reminded me of my grandpa who passed away.

What’s the earliest you could go to bed at night and feel okay about? Uhh, I don’t know? Just whenever I fall asleep.

What is you favorite type of lunch meat? Turkey, salami, and bologna.

What time of the year do you dislike the most? Summertime.

Do you put ketchup on your scrambled eggs? Ew, no.

What is your favorite color to wear? Black.

Are you an overachiever? No. Especially not these past few years where I haven’t done anything at all and put like no effort into anything. :/ At least when I was in school and things were better than how they’ve been the past few years I was productive in school and put effort into things and into myself. I’ve just given up.

What physical feature do you wish you had (i.e. freckles, curly hair)? Perfect teeth.

What fictional character (i.e. Bambi, Scarlette O'Hara) would you marry? Uh, I definitely don’t want to marry Bambi... anyway, I’d say one of the characters Alexander Skarsgard has played.

How long have you gone without shaving (girls- legs, armpits; boys- faces)? I don’t know, a couple weeks or so.

Did you ever go through a phase where you wrote bad poetry? Ha, yeah, when I was like 16 during my emo days. They’re so cringe.

What is your favorite thing about your life? My family.

Have you ever painted a picture of somebody? No.

How many real bfs/gfs have you had? I honestly haven’t had a real, serious relationship.

Did you enjoy your past relationships? With Joseph I did.

Name a comedy that you like. Bridesmaids.

Could you wait until marriage for sex? Yeah, but I don’t plan on getting married.

What’s the best Nirvana song? Lithium.

What was the last thing that impressed you? Hmm. I don’t recall.

When was the last time you were in a pet store? It’s been awhile.

What nationality is your last name? Irish, I think.

What’s your favorite kind of chips and dip? Wavy Lay’s chips with ranch and French onion dip.

Who was the last boy that you saw cry? My brother.

Does your mom know you do surveys? I don’t think so.

Have you ever had a serious injury? Yeah, the one that made me a paraplegic.

What was the last thing you achieved? Uhhh.

Would you enjoy being famous? I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to be famous.

What’s under your bed? Some medical supplies.

Do you enjoy travelling? Yes.

Have you ever belonged to a club? If so, what was it? I was in a couple clubs in high school and the psych club in community college.

When was the last time you drank strawberry milk? It’s been a very long time.

Have you ever managed to collect all the fast food toys in a set? Hmm, I don’t recall. I might have.

Do you have a clock in your room? Yes, apart from the ones on my laptop, TV and phone, I have an actual wall clock as well.

Did you have a good driver’s ED teacher? I didn’t take driver’s ed.

Which of Britney Spears’ songs is your favorite? Hmm. Probably Toxic, Slave 4 U, Boys, and Lucky.

Does mind over matter work for you? Sometimes.

Are you paranoid? I definitely can be.

What is the best thing about winter? Christmastime and the weather. I love that time of year.

Have you ever been truly in love? I think so.

Are you currently planning a trip? No, I wish.

How many plants are in your home? Zero.

What is your favorite possession? All my stuff.

Have you ever felt like you were too nice and way too often overlooked? Yeah. I’ve been used and taken advantage of back in the day for being too nice.

What movies have tripped you out? There’s been a few.

Did you rollerblade as a kid? Do you still rollerblade? No.

Would you ever settle into a relationship that wasn’t right for you? Do you know friends who are in relationships just so they have someone to sleep with at night? I’d like to say no, but I allowed Joseph to use and play me for 3 years, so. I knew deep down he didn’t feel the same way as I did and he didn’t want to be in a committed relationship with me, but I didn’t want to admit it. I liked the attention and the good times we had and I didn’t want to give that up. I would hope that now that I’m older and have experienced that I wouldn’t allow it to happen again. And yes, I had a friend who put up with a whole lot worse for that reason.

Would you take a dirty picture of yourself for someone you are dating? I wouldn’t feel comfortable with that. I don’t want that floating around or existing at all out there.

Do you use earplugs or a sleeping mask when you sleep? No.

What summertime treats do you love? Milkshakes and ice cream.

How picky are you when it comes to choosing who to kiss or not kiss? I mean, I have to be interested in the person and feel comfortable doing so.

What do you hate most about moving? The packing and unloading.

Do you feel that having sex anywhere but a bed is more exciting? I wouldn’t know.

Do you drink 5 hour energy drinks or any other kinds of energy drinks? Just the Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

Has anyone ever whistled at you? Not that I know of.

Do you like scarves? No. I don’t like things around my neck like that, it drives me nuts.

Is your father homophobic? No.

Do you take gummy vitamins? No. I don’t take vitamins at all, currently, although I really should.

Have you ever applied make-up on a guy, for any reason at all? No.

Who would you like to meet before you die? I mean, I certainly wouldn’t mind meeting Alexander Skarsgard.

If your dream was to be a model, and a big opportunity came up, but you had to be nude, would you take it? I don’t feel comfortable being nude when I’m just by myself, I certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable doing so publicly. Absolutely not.

What’s the most ridiculous conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of? There’s been a lot, but of course I’m blanking at the moment. Most are pretty crazy, though.

If Heaven and Hell exists, where are you going when you die? I hope that go to heaven.

Who is the person that you are afraid of losing, above everyone else? My loved ones.

What is one thing that pisses you off pretty much everyday? Ugh, seems like just about anything can. I’m so irritable and moody all the time.

Is there anyone you know that you feel should consider therapy? Yeah, me.

Do you like any of the songs on Twilight, or the actual movie/saga itself? I loved Decode and Super Massive Blackhole.

How old was the first person you kissed? He was 15 and I was 16.

Will you be a strict parent one day? I don’t want to have kids.

Last person to stand up for you? I don’t recall the last time I needed to be stood up for.

Have you been to a baby shower? Yeah, I’ve been to a few.

Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater? My mom and brother to see Candyman.

What’s your favorite high school memory? I liked the rallies and some of the assemblies.

Do you like relationships, or do you prefer to be single? Being single is best for me.

What is one adventurous thing you’d be willing to do? I don’t know. I’m such a scardy cat.

What subject at school did you absolutely hate? Math.

Italian food or Chinese food? Italian.

Do you like to make flash cards when you study? That wasn’t my usual study method, no. I preferred taking notes.

Has anyone ever told you that you’re a good singer? Ha, uh no.

Do you ever watch TED talks, live or online? I only watched those when they were shown in some of my college classes or was assigned to for homework. I’ve never watched any on my own.

I dare you to write the name of a person you strongly dislike. I don’t feel that way about anyone.

What do you think about Marilyn Manson? I have nothing to say about him tbh. <<<

Biggest trouble you’ve ever gotten into at school? I didn’t get into trouble.

Do you own one of those “professional” DSLR cameras? No.

Does it bother you when you see a 6th grader with a bunch of gadgets? I don’t care.

Did you buy yearbooks every year in high school, or did you not bother? Yeah, I got all 4.

Do you have Restless Legs Syndrome? No.

Jalapeños: yay or nay? I loved jalapenos back when I could eat spicy food. Jalapeno poppers were bomb.

Did you ever play Minecraft? No.

Did you ever have a Club Penguin account? Were you a member? Yeah.

Do you know anyone that seems to not have any common sense? Ha, yeah.

What do you think is the biggest injustice that was ever done to you? I’m the victim of gun violence that made me a paraplegic at just 7 months old.

What type of person angers you the most? Abusive people and sick, perverted assholes.

If you could change your appearance, how would you alter it? There’s a lot I’d like to change.

Describe your first relationship? It wasn’t much of one but we had the title, ha. It also only lasted a few months.

Describe your last relationship? He used and played me and then kicked me to the curb when he was done.

Can you honestly say that you always practice safe sex? I’m a virgin, but I absolutely would practice safe sex. That’s very important.

Why do you think your most favorite film touches you so deeply? You just really feel, connect, and relate to certain things, like the characters and/or plot line and it has some kind of effect on you.

What do you want people you meet for the first time to think about you? Hopefully something good.

Do you feel protective over someone? My loved ones.

What perfume/cologne do you wear? I’ve been wearing this beachy scented body spray. I need to get a new one for fall.

Where did your vehicle come from? I don’t have my own car, I don’t drive.

What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I’m totally blanking.

What is your favorite way to eat chicken? Boneless chicken wings and chicken tenders.

It is your birthday. You hope the cake is: White with buttercream frosting.

What do you wear to bed? What I wear during the day, which is either lounge shorts or leggings and an oversized tee or t-shirt dress.

What were you doing at 8pm last night? I was eating dinner and watching Gilmore Girls.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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mischiefandi · 4 years ago

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A Shitty Love Song (Part 4) - Stiles Stilinski

Cheap Thrills

A/N: hey everyone! part 4 is where things start to change a little for y/n, and im really excited for u guys to read it! I work really really hard on this series so it means a lot to see you guys enjoy it <3

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot long be hidden.

Warnings: light cursing i think and mentions of panic (nothing severe)

Word Count: 5.3 K

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

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(picture is not mine -> credits to @ clemono on unsplash)

The school doors opened, thus concluding winter break and the holidays, the thrilling sound of students’ footsteps echoing throughout the halls. It had only been two weeks since they had last seen each other, but the ecstatic teenagers greeted each other with wide smiles and warm hugs, their excited voices overlapping as they recounted the tales of their winter shenanigans.

Y/N burst through the large metallic school doors, her brown suede bag hooked over her right shoulder, and she sighed happily as her eyes scanned the crowd, searching desperately for her friends, the people she had missed so much. Most of the group had gone away during winter break. They had all kept in touch, but Y/N had found it quite difficult being alone in Beacon Hills, stowed away in her dark room, anxiously waiting for her busy friends’ texts. Being away from them had been harder than she had thought it would be.

So she walked past the cafeteria and turned a left, almost sprinting through the corridors as her quest continued. The bell was going to ring soon and she frowned, impatiently tapping her fingers against her side. Maybe they were all late. Or maybe they just hadn’t thought of saying hi before going to class. Y/N winced a little at the idea. She stopped mid-step and looked down at the floor, her eyes vaguely stinging when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of warm hands clapping on her shoulders. She whirled around and her lips curled into a large smile when her eyes rested on Scott and Kira.

“Scott!” she exclaimed, wrapping him in a tight hug he happily returned.

“I was beginning to think you were avoiding us,” he joked, holding her tightly before letting her go.

“Har-har,” she said, hugging Kira next.

“How was your trip to Boston! You guys have to tell me everything!” Y/N couldn’t help the high pitch of her voice, her excitement difficult to contain as she breathed in Kira’s familiar cherry perfume and Scott’s musky cologne.

“It was amazing. We spent the whole week sight-seeing and I even managed to convince someone to ice skate with me,” Scott replied cheekily, hooking his arm around Kira’s waist and she scoffed with a smile.

“Everything was going great right up until that moment,” she whined and Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. “Everyone knows I’m the clumsiest person on Earth.”

“If you want my opinion, I think he took you there to act like the perfect gentleman when you fell,” Y/N whispered conspiratorially in Kira’s ear.

“I heard that.”

Kira grinned widely, her eyes fixated on her boyfriend’s goofy smile.

“It was definitely worth it then.”

The trio talked some more until the bell interrupted their conversation. Groans and whines echoed throughout the halls, clanging against the lockers as the students slowly started to shuffle into the classrooms.

“Ugh, already?”

“I’m gonna be honest, definitely have not missed this part.”

“Before you go, have you seen the others?” Y/N inquired, tightening her grip on her bag.

“No, not yet. I have class with Isaac and Stiles right now though.”

“Meet up for lunch at the cafeteria?” Kira asked with a soft smile.

“Yeah, definitely. See you then!”

Y/N waved goodbye to the couple and sighed softly. Seeing them had done her a world of good. She walked away from the lockers and into her classroom for math.

Words could not describe how badly she hated this class. Whether it was the teacher or the actual course in itself, Y/N couldn’t bear it. She had always been terrible at it. Abstract notions had always been excruciatingly difficult for her to grasp. They just didn’t make any sense to her, they never had. Even at her previous schools, math was the only class she constantly failed, no matter how much she studied and tried. Math wasn’t just something she disliked. It was something she feared - because it meant failure.

Y/N groaned in the palm of her hand as she scribbled the rapid-fire explanations her teacher was giving into her notebook, her thoughts desperately trying to catch up with his messy rambling. Her fingers curled around her pencil and she winced, a small wave of stress passing over her. Her foot tapped furiously against the floor, the blunt sound echoing in her ears, resonating as loudly as the lockers being slammed in the school halls. Y/N closed her eyes, inhaling as deeply as possible, hoping with every inch of her body that her spasms would cease soon. She focused all of her thoughts on calming down, breathing steadily, her eyes still shut tight.

She wondered why she was so easily affected by the stupidest things. Who freaks out over algebra?

The sound of her phone vibrating in her bag made her snap out of her funk, and she immediately reached for it, sending a glance at the teacher still busy lecturing about equations before checking the screen.

Stiles: where are you hiding?

Y/N’s lips instantly curled into a wide smile as she read the text, a wave of relief washing over her. He hadn’t forgotten about her.

Y/N: math class :(((

Y/N: where were u hiding?? couldn’t find u guys this morning

His reply was immediate, the phone vibrating in her hand almost as soon as she had sent her message.

Stiles: jeep trouble again

Y/N: do i need to get u a new roll of tape?

Stiles: do i sense mockery?

Y/N: ding ding ding

Stiles: oh i see how it is

Stiles: how’s math going

Y/N: it’s hell on earth lmao

Stiles: anything a genius like me could help you with

Y/N: genius huh?

Stiles: yea, i’ve got a certificate and everything

Y/N: u should get it framed

Stiles: oh i did, not to worry

Y/N: niiiice

Stiles: seriously though, if u ever need any math assistance

Stiles: i’m your guy

Y/N’s heart radiated warmth as his words engraved themselves in her mind. He truly was such a good friend, and it was a nice feeling knowing she could count on him to help her out with stuff like this. In the past, always being the new kid in school meant she rarely made meaningful relationships with people, so she wasn’t used to asking for help, especially not with something as basic as math.

Y/N: i might take you up on that

Shutting off her phone and slipping it back into her bag, Y/N straightened her shoulders and breathed slowly, embracing the feeling of air slowly filling her lungs. With a newfound confidence and motivation, she sat up straight and went back to taking notes.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

At 1 pm, the bell rang, and Y/N grinned from ear to ear, thrilled about having lunch with the gang. It had been a while since the last lunchtime they’d all shared in the cafeteria, and she had missed them a lot. Packing up her things and exiting her history classroom, she held onto her bag and walked past the people casually chatting in the hall.

The cafeteria was filled with noise and chatter, the sound of loud reunions and fits of laughter exploding all over the room. People bustled round with their trays of food, jumping from one conversation to the next. Y/N’s eyes zoomed in on her friends’ table, the familiar faces sending a jolt of joy straight to her heart. She ran over to them and their faces lit up at the sight of her.

Allison jumped out of her seat, immediately throwing her arms around her friend, and Lydia quickly followed suit, smiling widely. Isaac then bumped her fist and she laughed as Lydia rolled her eyes. Finally, Y/N’s eyes rested on Stiles who had gotten up, patiently waiting for his turn to greet her. His eyes lit up when they met hers and he rushed forward to hug her. Though the moment ended fast, it was lovely to be reunited.

“I was beginning to think you were avoiding us,” he joked and she scoffed.

“Duh, I’ve been trying to get away for months.”

The group chatted about winter break and everyone’s holidays, exploding into fits of giggles and chuckles, occasionally teasing each other as anecdotes were spilled over the table. Everyone was there: Scott, Kira, Allison, Isaac, Lydia, and Stiles. And it felt good.

As lunch started to come to an end, the hands on the clock announcing the impending return to class, Y/N was laughing with Stiles, ranting about Han Solo’s character arc in Star Wars, when Lydia interrupted the conversation, eyes staring at something in the distance.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Isn’t that the guy from Danny’s party?”

“What?” Y/N asked, turning her eyes to where Lydia was pointing. Her jaw dropped, completely dumbstruck.

Sitting just a few feet away from her table, surrounded by Beacon Hills High students, was the tall blond boy from the Halloween rave, the one who had so meticulously painted her body.

She gasped. It was really him.

“Who’s that?” asked Stiles, intently watching the chivelled blond shake his head with a laugh at one of his friends.

“Y/N’s blast from the past…”

The girl’s cheeks warmed up instantly as she remembered the rave, purple lights once again making an appearance in her mind. She still didn’t know who she had kissed that night, but she did know the boy she was busy ogling was really cute.

“His name is Jeremy, and don’t call him that, Ali,” she laughed, eyes still fixated on him.

Stiles raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

One of the guys sitting across from Jeremy suddenly seemed to notice how curious the table adjacent them seemed to be at the sight of them. With a smirk, he pointed at Y/N and told his friend to look.

Jeremy turned around in the direction of his friend’s nonchalantly pointed finger, and his lips curled into a smile as his eyes met Y/N’s. He had recognised her.

Y/N felt herself shrink as he stood up, signalling to his friends he would just be gone for a minute, before walking over to the table. The pack grew silent as they all watched him, anxiously waiting for the scene to unravel.

“Hey, you’re the girl from Halloween, right?” His warm voice made her shiver as she gazed into his deep blue eyes, and she smiled shyly, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, you’re Jeremy,” she replied, flabbergasted.

“That’s me.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He laughed, passing a hand through his hair, eyes never leaving hers.

“I-uh, I transferred over the winter break. My parents moved closer to here.”

Y/N nodded swiftly, taking in the information.

Jeremy, the boy from Halloween, the boy she’d spent hours thinking about after the party, was here, attending her school. What kind of trick was the universe playing on her now?

“By the way, hi, everyone, I’m Jeremy!” he exclaimed, suddenly realising he and Y/N weren’t alone.

“Hi, nice to meet you!”

“Yeah, welcome to Beacon Hills High,” Scott said, friendly as always, sending the blond a warm smile. He was immediately met with one in return.

“Thanks, man.”

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of Jeremy, still not over the initial shock of finding out he was here.

“By the way, I still don’t know your name,” he laughed, sending her a look that made her heart melt right in her chest.

“Right, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Y/N. I missed you on the dance floor.”

Y/N’s heart stopped, his words echoing in her ears. So, he wasn’t the one she had danced with that night? Hundreds of thoughts clouded her mind. Who had she kissed if not him? Had it really been Stiles? Or had it been someone else entirely?

The entire pack stayed silent as they watched her watch Jeremy. The tension in the air was so tangible, you could cut it with a knife. Thankfully, the bell suddenly rang, snapping everyone out of the moment, the people surrounding them getting up and gathering their things to go back to class.

“We have to get to class, I’m sorry,” Y/N said, so nervous she could feel her heart beat out of her chest.

“-Yeah, so do I,” he said, anxiously shaking his head with a smile.

Y/N’s friends slowly got up from their seats, eyes still fixated on the pair of teenagers, intent on watching the whole scene. She smiled at him and pulled her bag over her shoulder, finally breaking their staring match.

“-Wait!” she heard him say, and she looked back at him, lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Would you wanna hang out tonight? There’s a restaurant not far from here I really wanted to check out.”

“Are you asking me out to dinner?” she asked, practically wheezing as the reality of the situation settled in.

“Uh, yeah, I am. Is that okay?”

Y/N suddenly giggled, her smile widening slowly as her eyes twinkled with excitement.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“So you’re down?”

“Yeah, that’d be great!”

He sighed with relief, before handing her his phone in order for her to type in her number. The pack stayed completely silent as the other students shuffled out of the cafeteria.

“Here you go,” Y/N said before handing the phone back to him.

“Thanks. I’ll text you the details after school, okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great. Anyway, I should get to class. It was nice meeting you all!” Jeremy said as he started to walk away, sending Y/N a small wave along with a grin, one she happily returned before letting out a sigh.

“Y/N, what was that?” exclaimed Allison, jumping up and down with a shriek once Jeremy had left.

Y/N couldn’t believe what had just transpired. She had just been asked out. On a date. By Jeremy.

“I don’t know, but apparently, I’m going out tonight,” she replied, giddy with excitement.

“Congrats!” Scott said warmly.

“I expect a full report when you get home. And he better behave like a gentleman or he’ll have us to deal with,” Lydia added, tone dead serious.

“Absolutely,” Isaac agreed.

“You guys are dorks. But thank you, I’m excited!” she said.

As the group started to leave the table, Y/N looked around, trying to find her best friend and her eyes landed on Stiles’ back, the spiky-haired teenager swiftly walking out of the cafeteria.

“What’s that about?” she thought to herself before grabbing the last of her things and leaving as well.

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Hours later, Y/N stood in her bedroom, the sun outside setting slowly. She stood in front of her full-length mirror, eyeing her outfit. She had chosen to wear a v-neck dark red sweater and black skinny jeans along with her favourite pair of black boots. Her look was okay, but she couldn’t figure out how to wear her hair.

Wrapping the long strands around her hand, she thought to herself, biting her lip with uncertainty.

“Updo or no?” she asked herself, tilting her head to the side to get a better look.

Y/N was so confused and anxious. Seeing Jeremy in school had answered one of her questions, but now she had so many more. Plus, she had never been on a date before. No one had ever taken an interest in her like Jeremy seemed to. In fact, it baffled her how this fun, friendly, and albeit seductive guy could even look twice at a girl like her.

“Half-bun it is.”

As she pulled her hair back and made her bun, she watched herself, thoughts still running wild with every passing second.

“What do people even talk about on dates? What if it gets awkward?”

She unfortunately had no answers for those questions, though she did know someone who definitely would.

Rushing over to her messy desk, she shoved piles of books and stray sheets of paper out of the way, scrambling to find her cellphone. She grabbed it as soon as she found it, hurriedly dialing Lydia’s number. A couple rings later, her friend’s voice echoed through the speaker.

“Y/N?”

“Hi! Lyds, are you busy right now?”

“Not at the moment, no. Why, what’s going on?” Lydia replied, confused.

“You’re kind of the relationship expert of the group, right?”

“Obviously, continue.”

“Well, Jeremy’s picking me up in like 10 minutes and I’m freaking out. I’m really nervous!” Y/N exclaimed in her phone.

“Don’t be. Just enjoy the ride,” Lydia said, the words rolling off her tongue so nonchalantly Y/N could almost laugh.

“It’s not that easy. What do I say? What if I get something stuck in my teeth?”

“Y/N, he asked you out. That means he likes you. So just talk to him like you did at Danny’s party and everything will be fine. Besides, he’s probably just as nervous as you are.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Are you more anxious than excited?”

Y/N paused, thinking deeply. Was she excited? Earlier that day, she had felt weak in the knees at the idea of going out with Jeremy. But right then, all she could feel was her heart beating abnormally fast. She was scared, scared he’d be put off by her, scared he’d want her to do something she wasn’t necessarily prepared to do. And something else was bothering her, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“I’m excited,” she finally answered, brow furrowed as she stared straight at her reflection in the mirror.

“Okay. Then go kick some ass. And by kick some ass, I mean be charming and blow his mind.”

“Thanks, Lyds. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

“I don’t expect any less,” the strawberry blonde quipped and Y/N snorted.

She hung up and walked over to her dresser, placing various rings on her fingers, eyes just staring into the void. It was an odd feeling, getting ready for a date she was apprehending so much. Something just didn’t sit right with her, but she just couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

As she passed her earrings through her lobes, she thought back on her lunch break from earlier that day and a pang of guilt suddenly hit her in the gut as she remembered Stiles walking out of the cafeteria, alone and not bothering to signal his departure. It had confused her, how he had just left without saying a word, especially after they’d had such a fun conversation all through the break.

Shaking the disruptive thoughts from her mind, she finally grabbed a small bag filled to the brim with her wallet, phone, keys, and makeup in case of an emergency touch-up.

The sound of her phone buzzing sent her heart into a frenzy and she read the words carefully, slowly breathing in and out to calm herself.

Jeremy: hey, i’m in front of your place :)

Y/N took one last look at herself in the mirror, admiring the dark shade of red lipstick she’d carefully applied to her lips, before nodding with resolve and leaving her room.

Sure enough, there he was, sitting in the driver’s seat of his grey Prius, and his eyes lit up when they met hers, a warm and inviting smile drawing on his face.

Y/N smiled back at him, ignoring the slight throb of her heart as she walked closer to the car, making her way around. Much to her surprise, he immediately jumped out of the car, stumbling over to the other side of the vehicle in order to open the door for her.

“Hi,” he said sweetly, eyes not leaving hers.

“Hey, thanks for picking me up,” she murmured, cheeks turning to a deep crimson.

“My pleasure. You look really beautiful,” he said and Y/N suddenly felt strange, a distant sense of uncertainty filling her mind.

“What’s wrong with you? He’s being really sweet.” She thought to herself.

She smiled through it, trying desperately not to show how scared she felt before slipping inside the car and into the passenger's seat. He soon joined her side at the wheel and turned on the ignition, pulling onto the road and driving away from her dimly-lit house. The sun had almost disappeared beneath the horizon, leaving the sky a deep blue. Y/N gazed at it, embracing the peace that came with admiring the first visible stars of the evening. She took a mental note, memorising the view for later. She couldn’t wait to paint this.

“So, did you have a nice day?” She heard Jeremy say, and her head snapped in his direction.

“Yeah, it was great seeing my friends. What about you, how was your first day?”

Jeremy laughed, eyes fixated on the road.

“It went pretty well. I already knew a couple guys from Beacon Hills so I hung out with their group. I gotta say your school’s bigger than my old one,” he answered with a warm chuckle.

“I’m actually new- I mean new is a relative term cause I’ve been going there since September.”

“Oh really? You don’t seem new.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, a confused but playful grin on her lips.

“I don’t know, you just seem like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, like you’ve got it all figured out.”

Y/N laughed, unsure of how to answer. She had never been told she seemed confident, so this was quite a foreign concept to her.

“Thanks? I guess,” she said in between soft giggles.

“You’re welcome, I guess,” the boy next to her replied, flashing her a wide grin.

Not too long after having picked her up, Jeremy pulled into a small parking lot next to the restaurant he had picked out for them, cutting off the engine with a twist of his car keys.

“I hope you like Italian cause this place serves the best pasta in Beacon Hills.”

“Wow, the highest of praise!”

The teenagers walked into the little bistrot, and a waiter soon sat them down at a small round table by the front door. The room was dimly lit, though a rather large candle stood on the shelf behind Jeremy, illuminating the corner in which he and Y/N were seated. The sound of chatter and chaos in the kitchen filled the restaurant along with the divine smell of tomato sauce and smoked meat.

The pair carefully read the menu and ordered two bowls of pasta carbonara along with bruschetta and a bottle of water. As soon as the waiter had gone, Jeremy started up a new conversation.

“Wanna play a game?”

“Sure, what’s the game?” Y/N asked, unbelievably nervous on the inside but curious.

“It’s called 21 questions. We each ask each other 1 question after the other, you know, to get to know each other.”

“And let me guess, we stop at the 21st question?”

“Wow, you’re catching on real fast,” Jeremy joked.

“Yeah, well, I’m really smart so…”

“Okay, first question. How old are you?”

“17, how old are you?”

“I’m actually 24.”

“You’re what?” Y/N exclaimed, earning herself a couple of narrow side-eyes.

Jeremy snorted which sent Y/N into a fit of giggles.

“I’m just messing you, oh my god!”

“It’s not my fault if I was fooled by your terrific acting skills,” she replied, still laughing.

“My deepest apologies. My turn again. What’s your favourite color?” he asked.

“The color of my sweater.”

“It’s a really nice sweater.”

Y/N felt her cheeks fill with red at his remark, and she smiled shyly before clearing her throat.

“Would you say you’re a good student?”

“I’d say I’m not a bad one. Do you have any hobbies?”

“I love to paint. I actually picked it up again this year.”

“That’s really cool. What do you usually paint?”

“Nuh-uh, it’s my turn to ask a question!”

Jeremy laughed, throwing his head back.

“My bad.”

“What’s your favourite band?”

“I’m not really into bands, I like Kendrick Lamar, A$AP Rocky, stuff like that.”

“Oh okay. I don’t really listen to them. I mostly listen to rock music, so like Nirvana, Led Zeppelin.”

The food finally arrived, and the pair dug in, the delicious pasta invading Y/N’s senses with every bite.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. Best pasta in Beacon Hills.”

“Right? It’s so good.”

Y/N almost moaned as she took another forkful of spaghetti and Jeremy stifled a chuckle.

“I see you’re really enjoying it.”

“It’s your fault for bringing me to such a nice restaurant,” she teased.

“That reminds me. Next question. Favourite season?”

“Summer! Favourite Star Wars movie?”

“Easy, none of them.”

“I’m sorry what?” Y/N almost choked on her food, sending him a wild look. “You don’t like Star Wars?”

“Uh-oh, did I poke the dragon?”

“How can you not like Star Wars?” she exclaimed, flabbergasted. “It’s iconic!”

“I don’t know, it’s just kind of repetitive. And also it doesn’t make any sense. Like, how is it that they all just perfectly understand the big bear when he makes those sounds.”

“It’s his language! And how dare you, they are not repetitive,” she half-whispered, trying to calm down before anyone could ask her to quiet down.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I take it all back!”

“Thank you!”

The pair laughed and kept playing their game of 21 questions until they finished their dinner, happy, full, and content. The food had been delicious, and Y/N was actually having a very nice time, though still, a strange feeling loomed in the back of her mind, preventing her from completely enjoying the moment.

However, he was a very nice guy, he even offered to pay for dinner, telling her he had it covered. He was sweet and he seemed genuinely interested in everything she had told him that evening. So she tried to ignore her doubts, laughing at Jeremy’s jokes and smiling sweetly.

When the evening came to an end, Jeremy and her walked back to the car and headed straight to her house. The moment where they’d part was impending, Y/N couldn’t help but think about what was going to happen next. Was he going to try to kiss her? Was he expecting more? She felt her heart beat faster with every mile travelled, and she bit her lip in anticipation.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally came to a stop in front of Y/N’s house. All the lights seemed to be turned off, meaning her parents were probably asleep. She let out a shaky breath, placing her hand on the handle of the car door.

“Let me walk you back,” Jeremy said, shuffling out of the car. She appreciated the gesture, though she felt more and nervous by the second.

The walk up to her front porch was silent, the only sound perceivable being the chirping of small crickets gently making music with their wings.

Y/N stopped as she got to her front door, and she sighed softly.

“Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight. I had a great time,” she said.

Jeremy’s eyes bore straight into hers and he smiled.

“I’m glad you had fun. By the way, I still have one question left?”

“You do?” Y/N felt herself shrink as he took a step closer to her, his piercing blue eyes still looking deep into hers, her heart thundering in her chest.

“Yeah. Can I kiss you?” he asked gently, and Y/N paused, mind going blank.

She had known this moment would come eventually, but actually hearing the words slip from his lips made her freeze in place. Did she want him to kiss her? He had been extremely sweet and gentlemanly. He was nice and quite fun, and he even seemed to like her, unlike most of the guys she’d had her sights on in the past. But something just didn’t seem right. And much to Y/N’s dismay, she still couldn’t understand what that something was.

All she knew was that she couldn’t lead him on. He didn’t deserve that. This wasn’t amor.

Taking in a deep breath, she shook her head softly, looking him straight in the eyes.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know why-”

“-But you don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated gently, concern clouding her features.

Jeremy’s smile slipped but he sent her a warm look despite his obvious disappointment.

“Is it because I don’t like Star Wars?” he teased and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, a small wave of relief washing over her. Even after being turned down, he was nice to her. She truly didn’t deserve him.

“No! I know it’s super cliché to say but honestly, it’s not you. It’s just-” she paused, coming to terms with the fact that there was no reason for her hesitance other than a feeling.

It was so ridiculous of her.

“-I just can’t,” she finally breathed and Jeremy nodded.

“It’s really okay. Friends?” he asked, a hint of hope in his voice as he put out his hand.

Y/N shook it warmly and beamed at him, relieved that he still wanted to stay in touch.

“Definitely. I’ll see you at school?”

“Yeah, see ya!” he said before winking at her and walking back to his car.

Y/N watched the car drive off and she sighed. It had been an eventful night but a good one, and she truly was happy they could stay friends. Unlocking her front door and sending Allison and Lydia a brief text to say she was home, she walked into her bedroom and closed the curtains above her bed.

She plugged in her phone and shut it off, before slipping out of her clothes and into her pyjamas. After brushing her teeth, she climbed into bed and turned off her bedroom lights, though it took her a while to fall asleep. She couldn’t help but think about the events of the day.

Stiles walking away without saying a word really had struck a chord with her, especially since they hadn’t talked since then. She replayed the scene over and over in her head, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why he had done that.

Perhaps the most obvious one should have come to mind immediately, but she didn’t dare think of it, pushing it as far away from her mind as possible. He had most probably realised he was late for class, or he’d forgotten something in his locker. Maybe. Whatever it was, Y/N felt her eyes grow heavy, and eventually, she fell asleep.

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The next day, Y/N walked to school, fresh air invading her lungs with every inhalation. She couldn’t wait to see her friends so she could explain what had happened the night before. Even though she hadn’t kissed Jeremy, she still had a lot to tell Allison and Lydia.

She walked into school and headed to her locker, putting in her combination before taking out the books she needed for class, when a sudden clang erupted next to her. She jumped with a gasp and whirled round, her wide eyes landing on Allison.

“Y/N! You’re not gonna believe this!” The brunette exclaimed.

“Dude, you almost gave me a heart-attack! What’s going on?” Y/N asked with a laugh.

“It’s Stiles,” Allison said, voice so serious Y/N started to feel anxious, worried something might’ve happened to him.

“What, what is it?” she pressed, eyes wide.

“He broke up with Malia.”

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