#underrated perfumes

[haveusmelledthisperfume]

Have you smelled this perfume?

The Halloween brand isn't named because the scents are spooky--rather, the original Halloween was launched on Halloween so it seemed like a fitting name. Halloween Kiss by Halloween (sometimes credited to J. del Pozo) is at once floral, aquatic, and chocolatey, befitting the candy-coated holiday it shares a name with. It might not be scary, but Halloween's scents are usually big crowd pleasers. have you smelled it?

[wintr-wandr]

My art of Aromatisse/フレフワン is included in Start Deck Generations/スタートデッキGenerations, now available in Japan! Thank you for your support!

[hoforwonho]

PERFUME Yubin

[fancyemmabovary]

Allure sensuelle edt by Chanel

Notes of patchouli, pink pepper, vanilla, bergamot, dried fruits, vetiver, amber

[oblivionwonderlust]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE SMELL OF PATCHOULI OH MY GOD

[graciedollie]

Grayson Headcannons

Warning(s): nothing too drastic, lex sesbian, mention of scissoring, cunnilingus, fingering, and strap usage, slight dacryphillia, and small mention of tits/cunt slapping (😛), mention of different hair types and body types. Overall, just Grayson being a sweetie <3

A/N: She’s so underrated. like seriously I LOVE HER😖

SFW

This woman is honestly a romantic at best.

If she were to meet you at the Last Drop, she’d probably be drawn to you—your smile, the way you carry yourself, and how your eyes gaze over at her. She would probably try to scoot her way over and suggest to pay for your drink, which of course, you’d agree and you would start to chat a bit—slowly warming up to each other, but even so she’s an Enforcer and you’re a Zaunite—not a good mix, people would think, which leads to meeting in secret here and there sometimes.

But on the other hand, if you were a piltie, then of course she’d be drawn to you by all the things I stated in the previous line. She would probably be out on duty and you would happen to pass her, giving her a smile before she stops you just to tell you how much of a beauty you look. It would be a routine. You running into her and starting a conversation—which soon led to going on small dates.

I feel that she would prefer going to dinner, theatre, or even a small coffee shop as a date for starters, but as you both develop more in the relationship, she’d most likely prefer to treat you to fancy restaurants, spoiling you rotten, and of course, doing things you love.

Grayson would definitely be a very, VERY observant partner—like seriously. If you so even glance at something you wanted in a store, it’s in your hands almost immediately. If you want something, but can’t get it yourself and don’t wanna burden her with getting it for you, she’ll already be getting it for you. If you mention something you like (ex; specific perfumes, books, clothes , etc.), she will make a mental note of it and get it for you.

She’s probably only been in one relationship in her life, but it didn’t workout—leading her to be a bit more guarded with her feelings(??). As much as she would love you dearly, she still feels the need to keep her guard up, but as you both get more comfortable in the relationship—the guarded walls come crumbling down and she’s way more open to you.

Grayson is a busy woman—she’s an Enforcer for God’s sake. She knows her work is stressful and pretty dangerous, making quality time a tight squeeze. You know she’s busy and she tries hard to spend time with you—making sure you’re loved and feel appreciated for—but she makes up for it with the gifts she’ll send to you (ex; flowers, your favorite food, letters, etc). It’s definitely one of her love languages and you love that she spoils you rotten, but you still crave her regardless, as does she.

Speaking of love languages, besides gift giving, she also loves physical touch and acts of service. Whenever you two are out together, she’s always in touch with you—always. Hand around your waist. Holding your hand. Holding you close to her side. Locking fingers together. Her hand on the lower drift of your back. Anything. She will have you close enough to be touching you. When you’re alone together at home—she’s more touchy. She’ll have her hand on your thigh, rubbing along your sides, massaging your legs, and even massage your tits a bit. She loves having you under her touch, it’s really comfortable. If you’re not a fan of physical touch yourself, she’ll back off, of course.

Her acts of service is practically doing whatever you need her to do—most times doing stuff that you don’t even need to tell her to do. She’ll make dinner or help you with it—even if you fight her on it. She knows you can do good on your own, but she just wants to show you how much she really loves and cares for you. She’ll help you slip on your shoes, zip up your dress (if you’re a fan of wearing them), and helping you do your hair. Now, if you have like type 3/4 hair, she’ll be confused on how to care for your hair, but trust me—SHE GONE LEARN. It’ll take a couple tries, but soon enough, she’s your personal hairstylist <3

Being an enforcer is definitely frustrating and tiring—which mostly leads her to coming home upset and tired. You wouldn’t even have to say anything but open your arms and let her engulf your body—melting into her touch as your hands would rub her back, earning soft grunts from her. She’d stay silent for a moment before telling you about her day, which you gladly listen and sometimes put your feedback on it. As much as she tries not to take her frustrations out on you, her dearest, it sometimes happen on accident, but she will immediately apologize after taking a couple deep breaths. She never wants to make you feel bad after she had a bad day, but she definitely tries her hardest and make it up by holding you close to her while saying she loves you and she’s sorry (gifts are bonus points).

Now, if you were to be upset after a bad day, she’d do the same, but with more (idk). She wrapped her a strong arms around you and hold you close to her as you would either stay silent or rant about your day. Her hands would rub your back, occasionally smoothing her hand over your hair to calm you a bit. She’s very understanding and knows how it is to be stressed, which is why when you just snap at her, she isn’t too mad, but only encourages you to take a deep breath before she pulls you closer to her on lap—engaging you with her arms as she held you close to her. Of course you don’t mean to sometimes and you even apologize deeply for it, but you, too, are also working on it.

She fuckin loves watching you try on clothes. She could be sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes wide with such love and affection as you would come out wearing various outfits (outfits that she picked for you for special events). You would strut around with your cute outfits with a wide smile on your face, absolutely loving how obsessed and beautiful her precious girl was :)

Grayson is pretty strong (I will die on that hill.) and she could pick up a bit of weight tbh, so she just randomly likes picking you up—either bridal style or over her shoulder just to mess with you. Now if you’re a bigger girl, that’s even better. She loves seeing the shock and surprise on your face as she lifts you, chuckling at your reaction before hushing your protests with a searing kiss.

When you two have an argument, which isn’t too common, it’s quickly dispersed. If she’s in the wrong, she’ll be quick to apologize for what she said/did—but sometimes she’s stubborn, which would make the argument a bit longer (bonus point if you’re the same also). The argument wouldn’t last too long as she didn’t want to go to sleep with you, knowing you’re upset with her and there’s some tension. Eventually, she’ll be the one to come clean and apologize, which you also will if you’re in fault (if you’re not stubborn), leading the argument to die down—hugging each other tightly, relishing in the warmth of the tight embrace.

She’s snores pretty lowly, but when she’s utterly exhausted, that shit is so damn loud that you sometimes have to throw a pillow over her face to muffle the snores (not trying to suffocate her ofc <3).

As I said before, her work is pretty dangerous and stressful, which means she never wants you caught up in something—which is why she don’t really like to tell you a lot of things that involves her works. She doesn’t mean it in a non-trusting way, she only wants to keep you safe.

Grayson tries to be polite with certain things she say, but she can’t help but say it bluntly—especially when it has something to do with something that’s stupid. There are some things she won’t bother to speak on, but her facial expressions will say everything her mouth prefers not to say.

She has a good patience, but most times you push it. There are times where she literally had to go outside or something to take a deep breath when you asked the most nonsensical question she ever heard of all her years. (Isn’t she like in her late 40s or older??.)

NSFW

well well well

THIS WOMAN IS A SOFT DOM AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL.

Anywho…

But like I said, she’s a soft dom (literally gives the energy). She’s literally the sweetest when it comes down in the bedroom, slowly taking her time to explore your body as she would leave soft kisses along your neck.

Her favorite parts of your body is definitely your stomach and thighs. She can’t help but get even more aroused at the way your stomach jerks/quiver and your thighs tremble. She always pepper more kisses to those areas as she believes that parts such as these should be cherished and loves that you trust her to do so. (Bonus points if you have a larger stomach and thighs).

Most definitely eats you out for her pleasure and yours, ofc <3.

She takes her time while eating you out. Starting with gentle kisses to your inner thigh before slowly placing kisses to your soaked cunt and up to your aching clit—relishing in the soft gasps as she did so while gazing up at you.

THIS WOMAN LOVES EYE CONTACT. FUCKKKKK.

She loves eye contact dearly, stating that it adds more intimacy to the heated moment. She loves holding your gaze when she’s eating you out, fingering you, strapping you and even scissoring with you. She finds it enduring to see you struggling to keep your eyes open while she’s making you feel like you’re in paradise, smirking at your dejected whine when she stops completely when you squeezed your eyes. You try to keep your eyes open, but it’s hard when she’s making you feel so good and you know she’ll stop if you close your eyes :(( (EXTRA BONUS POINTS IF YOU’RE SHY OR NOT ALL THAT GOOD WITH EYE CONTACT).

She’s a tease. Shamelessly.

You could be on the brink of the most earthshaking orgasm and she’ll slow her pace, watching how your thighs twitch and face scrunch up. She loves making you wait for it. First, she’ll kiss and suck at your neck while sliding her fingers over your clothed-clit, but pull away soon as you start getting more impatient. She loves seeing the way your face scrunch up with frustration and neediness, knowing she was only playing with you—nonetheless, she’ll give you what you need.

She absolutely adores fingering you. Feeling the way you squeeze around her digits and the way your clit throbs against her thumb is such a rewarding feeling. She KNOWS she’s making you feel good with only her fingers, though she can use her mouth and strap, but prefers her fingers.

There are times she uses her strap and when she uses it, she usually has you riding her, on your back, or holding you against the mirror so you can watch yourself completely lose it.

Not much of a dirty talker, more so of sweet talker, such as saying: “you’re taking me so well, love” “feel how deep I am?” “No, baby. Keep them open—you know this.” “Hear how she’s speaking to me? I know, honey.” “Too much? Aw, baby, just hold my hand, yeah?” “Be good for me, love.”

Though she’s really sweet and soft when it comes to you, she does not take kind to you mouthing off to her whatsoever or doing something she specifically told you NOT to do. Argue all you want, but you know where you’ll end up. She’ll edge you to her heart’s content, even when you say sorry. She won’t stop unless you say the safeword, which she would immediately stop and check on you. Though if you don’t say the safeword, then you’re in for a night. She’ll finger you slowly then speed up, but stop soon as she could feel you tense around her. With her strap, she make you work for it, so you’re riding her. Nonetheless, she’s gentle with you after all the torture and give her girl what she earned.

She’s not too much on the receiving side, but she loves when you’re eager to go down on her or rub your cunt against hers. She can’t get enough at how your eyes practically gleam as your eyes met her glistening folds before greedily lapping away at her. Plus, she’s not too loud, but she does grunts and release low moans. (sometime whimpers if she’s overstimulated enough)

She hates seeing her precious girl cry when she’s upset, but when you’re overstimulated and drowning in pleasure, that’s a different story. Her lips can’t help but twitch in a small smirk before she would gently kiss away the salty tears, relishing all your little whimpers and choked moans.

Grayson isn’t really mean or such, but she’ll sometimes slap your cunt or your boobs, just wanting to earn a yelp from you. She does it randomly, leaving you on a questioning edge each time—which she finds very humorous.

Like I said before shes pretty gentle and soft with you, but there are times where you push her to the point of being not so gentle with you. Sometimes she’ll prop you on her lap to give your ass hard swats or have you on your knees between her thighs, fingers in your mouth as she glared down at you, but ofc, she’s gonna be sweet in the regardless.

but even so, don’t take her sweetness for granted. She will be QUICK to spread your legs if you try to jerk them shut if you’re embarrassed, overstimulated, being stubborn or all the above. She’ll also use her strength to pin your hips against whatever surface you’re against to hold you still if you get a bit too squirmy.

Now, I know I said she doesn’t try to come home from work with a shitty attitude and take it on you, but you, somehow, encourage her to use you as a stress reliever. She was hesitant, but agreed as you were gleaming to help her. The moment she comes home upset, you already know what’s to come. Getting manhandled every which way. Grunting and breathing heavily in your ear as she practically fucks you with every ounce of frustration she has.

Regardless if she’s rough or soft with you, AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT TO HER. She takes it very, VERYYY seriously (as she should). She’ll make sure you’re ok, help you clean up, and cuddle you close to her while she coo about how well you did for her and how she loves you so dearly (and ofc you care for her just as much <3)

I NEED THIS WOMAN. FAWK

hope you enjoyed <3

[wintfleur]

ꔫ lavender and vanilla

°. — pairings ( Oscar piastri x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( oscar was such a good boyfriend, he always took such good care of you. Now it’s your turn to take care of him and help him relax after a stressful day )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing, slightly suggestive at the end. wc; 1.9k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I came up with the whole plot in the shower listening to ‘motions’ by Naomi Scott, I highly recommend giving the song a listen, her music is so good and sooo underrated. Is anyone a doctor? Because I need my mind to be cleaned from all the Oscar brain rot I have…I can’t focus on anything but him! ˙ᵕ˙ )

“Keep on going to the daylight, if it feels right” you sang along to one of your favorite songs, your voice echoing through the lavish hotel bathroom. You didn’t have to worry about being quiet since you were the only one in the room, and you knew that neighboring hotel rooms were empty, the occupants all at the track. It was a late Thursday, and from the text you received a few minutes ago from your boyfriend, you knew he would be walking through the front door of the room; any minute now and you couldn't wait anymore. 

You missed your boyfriend dearly, you had stayed at the hotel all day only going out a few times to get some things, while he was stuck at the track for press conferences and getting ready for Friday and the weekend. You knew by the time Oscar walked through those doors he would be absolutely exhausted, he hated having to do media. Hours earlier you laid in bed wearing one of Oscars hoodie, breathing in his scent and wishing he was there to keep you warm instead. 

You had been scrolling through your phone, looking through all the pictures of you and him. There were some pictures of you and him when the two of you were younger-and strictly just friends. Then pictures of the two of you on the dates and vacations he would take you on, you were so happy. He took such good care of you, and now that's all you wanted to do. So, you got out of bed, got dressed and went out to get some things for tonight. Determined to have tonight be relaxing for your boyfriend. 

And now here you are hours later, sitting on the edge of the huge bathtub watching as the hot water fills up the tub and mixes with some of the lavender oil you put in. The scent of the lavender water and the few vanilla scented candles you had placed around the bathroom created the perfect aroma. The cold edge of the tub caused goosebumps to appear on your thighs, your body just itching to get in the hot water.

You heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking and opening and the faint sound of your boyfriend calling your name. A big smile spreads on your watermelon Chapstick flavored lips (his favorite) and you quickly shut off the water before basically skipping out of the bathroom and into the large room. Your eyes immediately go to the bed where you see your boyfriend's back, his shoulders sagged as he dropped his phone and keys on the bed, his backpack on the ground. 

Oscar quickly turns to face you when he hears your footsteps, a smile appearing on his tired face at the sight of you. He had also missed you dearly. He had only a few seconds to get a good look at you before you threw yourself in his arms, your arms around his neck and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. Oscar nuzzled his face into your neck, taking a deep breath and taking in the smell of your perfume, his favorite smell. 

“Hi pretty girl” he mumbled into your neck, his tone showing how tired he was. He pulled as close to him as he could, his hands massaging your hips. 

“Hi handsome” you beamed, your hands trailing down his arms as you pulled away from the hug. Oscar kept his hands on your hips as you took a step back, his eyes took in the sight of you. You were wearing a pair of green silk shorts that stopped in the middle of your thighs, and a matching camisole. Your hair was pulled back with a ribbon, you looked absolutely beautiful. 

“Look at you, all dolled up for me?” Oscar purred as he moved one of his hands from your waist, to cup your cheek; his thumb caressing your cheekbone softly. You leaned your face against his hand before whispering sweetly “I have a lot more for you to.” 

Oscar raises his eyebrow at your words and a smile adorns his face, curious on what you mean by that. You say nothing as you grab onto his hand and pull him into the bathroom. As he steps into the bathroom, he's hit with the relaxing smell of lavender and vanilla and the soft sound of music playing from your phone. When Oscar sees the filled-up bath, he realizes what you meant, and he can't help but ask “What's all this for?” 

“You always take such good care of me Oscar, i want to take care of you tonight” you expressed softly as you looked lovingly into his eyes, pulling him closer to the hot bath. Oscar smiled at your words, he was so lucky to have such a caring and loving girlfriend like you. Oscar brings your hand he was holding to his face and places a soft kiss on the top of your hand before saying “Well let's not wait any longer then.” 

You giggled at your boyfriend's eager tone, you let go of his hand before taking a step back from him, your hands going to your shorts to get undressed. Oscar takes his focus off you and instead focuses on undressing himself, sneakily looking back at you a few times. Oscar lets out a loud chuckle when he feels you slap him on the back with your top, when you catch his stare on your bare chest. 

You grab your clothes and pick up Oscars that he left on the floor with a roll of your eyes. He had a habit of leaving his clothes in the middle of the floor. You set the clothes on the counter while Oscar slowly sinks into the hot bath. Oscar lets out a heavy breath, his eyes closing as he rolls his shoulders, the hot water and lavender already doing wonders on his tense body. 

You lifted your leg and dipped your toe in the water, testing to see how the water is. It was hot enough to give you tingles, but not too hot for you to want to get out. Oscar lifts his head from leaning back against the edge of the tub and opens his eyes when he feels you slowly sink into the water. You had your back to him, and you were sitting between his legs, the bath was big enough for three, so you had no trouble fitting. 

Oscar let his arms dip under the hot water, where he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back against him, the water sloshing at the fast movement. You leaned back against him, your head on his chest. Oscar smiled and rested his hands on your lower half, whispering in your ear “Now that's better.” 

You absentmindedly start playing with his fingers as you tilt your head to see him, he was already looking down on you; a smile on his lips, the tense look he had already gone. You were happy to see that. You spoke in a soft tone “is it too hot? I can put in some cold water if it is.” 

“No, it's perfect, don't worry…just like you” he trailed off into a whisper at the end, chuckling when he noticed how flustered you got from his words. You look forward and watch the dancing flames coming from the gas fireplace that was in the wall. The two of you relaxed in silence, and you silently debated if you should ask him what's been stressing him out lately. You have known Oscar for a long time, so you were quick to realize that something has been bothering him, and you had an idea it was work related. You wanted to reassure him, but you also didn't want to ruin the moment. 

“What has got you thinking so hard baby?” Your boyfriend's voice breaks you out of your thoughts, one of his hands moving up to softly massage your arm. He could see it in your eyes, that there was something on your mind. Seeing as he noticed, you took that as a sign to ask him about it. 

“I’ve noticed you have been stressed more than usual lately, is everything okay?” 

“Just some race related things, nothing for you to worry about” Oscar spoke in a reassuring tone, he didn't want to bother you with his silly nerves especially since he knew it was over nothing. Oscar's hands absentmindedly trace random patterns on your stomach, his eyes focused on your side profile. 

“I always worry about you osc, you know that” you spoke sweetly as you turned your body slightly to face him more, your leg draping over his leg. Oscar sat up straighter and rested one of his hands on your thigh, softly caressing it. Hoping that you wouldn't notice how red he got from your words, you meant so much to him. 

“I know, but I’d tell you if it was something serious” Oscar promised before placing a kiss on your shoulder, smiling when he sees the goosebumps that form from his touch, placing a few more delicate kisses on your neck. You smile before whispering “Promise?” 

“Pinky promise” Oscar chuckles as he lifts his hand from your thigh and holds out his pinky. You join him in laughter at the sight of his pinky before breaking out into a smile, you interlock your pinky with his. Oscar leans closer to you and takes your lips in a soft kiss, only pulling away to whisper against your lips “I love you.” 

“I love you” You whisper back, bringing your hand up from the water to cup his cheek and capture his lips in a kiss. Oscar was eager to kiss you back, following your lead as you took charge of the kiss. You tilted your head as you deepened the kiss, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and teasingly biting it, causing your boyfriend to moan against your lips. 

Oscar felt himself slipping deep into the kiss, his mind getting foggy at the feeling of your plump lips against his. The feeling of the water dripping down his neck from your hand gave him tingles and he felt his breath being sucked away from you. You rested your palm against his rib cage and slowly pulled away when you felt him pant during the kiss. A small smirk adoring your face at the sight of your flustered and panting boyfriend. 

Oscar still had his eyes closed as he tilted his head back, his lips were parted as he tried to catch his breath. His lips were red from the bruising kiss the two of you shared. If Oscar was stressed before, he definitely wasn’t now because all he could think about was you and your dangerously addictive lips. You felt his chest rise and fall under your hand, you leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on Oscar’s collarbone before turning back around; your back to him. 

You let yourself lean back against Oscar, your knees coming up to your chest and poking out of the water, the cool air hitting your legs causes goosebumps to littler your legs. Oscar—who still had his eyes closed, moved his hands to rest on your stomach again. You closed your eyes as well, finding comfort in being in your lover’s arms. You could tell that the water was starting to get warmer, and the lavender scent was becoming dull, but you weren’t ready to get out yet. 

“Oscarr” you couldn’t help but let out a whine when you feel something poke at your lower back, of course your boyfriend wouldn’t be able to control himself. You glance back at him to see him giving you a sheepish smile, his cheeks red. 

“What? You can't kiss me like that and then expect me not to get hard.” 

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I’m not sure how I feel about this one, it’s kinda rushed at the end but I just really wanted to get this out. but omg Oscar!! I’m so proud of him! He’s absolutely killing it! )

[hopeastrz]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒🪷 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭.

𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 may indicate having a serious spouse, disciplined, neat and works hard to make fortune for his family, you’ll have a stable and long marriage due to saturn influence, but there will be many lessons to learn along the way.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 are born to be mothers, you can’t convince me otherwise, they just have this caring aura around them that resembles a hug!.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 especially 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧/𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 I’ve seen or talked too always tend to be over thinkers, and i know that this might’ve been said before but it’s really one of their prominent traits, they are usually 25/8 nervous and they tend to be a bit perfectionistic.

Having 𝟏𝟏°, 𝟐𝟑° 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 tells you where you may be original or a trendsetter.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟏°,𝟐𝟑° your ideas, your voice may be unique, if you’re an author or just like writing in general you tend to create unique literature pieces that are considered quite creative.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝟏𝟏°, 𝟐𝟑° your style is original, what you wear, makeup you apply on your face, or even perfumes you buy may be quite underrated or unique etc..

Having 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟖°, 𝟐𝟎° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 may indicate going through many transformations with your friendships, they are always unstable, changing and evolving, also you may be the type to change personalities and sacrifice lots of things for your friends, please be careful and don’t get way too attached.

Having 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐°, 𝟐𝟒° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 may indicate always attracting relationships with people that are calm, like serene or just way too quiet (one may even say secretive) on the outside but freakiest people to exist on the inside, one of my friends has this placement and her boyfriend barley speaks when he’s around us, but when he calls her and thinks we can’t hear him let me tell you.. that man becomes a whole different person, its kinda fascinating to be honest, neptune illusionary influence doesn’t fail to impress me.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 are hot as hell, both figuratively and well… literally no like they need to chill please calm down a bit you guys are really really fiery, always on your feet and ready to throw hands if someone angers you, seems cliché i know but it’s the truth.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is one of my favorite placements to have, and i believe that it indicates fame and having a very beautiful spouse, also a very ethereal beauty.

I also noticed something a weird pattern on a whim but why does 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 tend to work on medical fields and 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 may excel quite well in companies, relations and business in general.

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧>>>>>>> that’s it.

If they have earth placements combined with fire placements you won at life.

I have 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟓° 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, many people have told me that my voice is soothing and beautiful, i also love singing!.

[daybringersol]

idea : a shop that sells xenogender-affirming and/or otherkin-affirming perfumes and colognes. like a perfume that make you smell like a woodland fairy, or an old rusty contruct, or a moldy crypt, or even just a wolf. do you get my vision. if that exists already please send me a link. i feel like smell is such an underrated way of self-expression, like its so subtle yet impactful, you can basically associate yourself to anything of your liking in the mind of other people, and they probably will never think it was on purpose. also since in horror writing, smell is often used to demote that something is off with a usually supernatural character i feel like it could work wonders for nonhuman folks.

Edit: I’d recommend looking in the reblogs for recommendations if you find this idea interesting. Also, here’s an Etsy collection [link] with some cool scents for this !

[firstkanaphans]

i thought i had seen all the important safe house clips but somehow this one had escaped me until today?? we been knew about the man's acute case of downbadism but what kind of behaviour is this lmao

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Yes, First has a well-documented scent kink. Apparently, Khaotung sprays perfume before their intimate scenes to put him in the mood and First became so obsessed with the scent that Khaotung gifted him a whole bottle of the stuff. So now they smell like each other all the time.

(First tried to recommend that same perfume to Book on Twitter once and Book was understandably like “um no i think i’ll pass.”)

My favorite part of this whole incident though is Fourth immediately being like “Dude, are you good?” and then I can only assume First makes up some excuse that isn’t “I’m addicted to my best friend’s scent” because the next thing you know, Fourth is smelling the pillow too. Fourth and First truly do match each other’s energy. An underrated duo.

[dreamingkitsunewrites]

Here's to you! My first prompt for the Spookinky2024 event, conceived by @tsukimefuku is finally here!

You'll find the rest of my JJKPENNYDREADFUL Halloween Series here This one is inspired by one of my favorite novels ever: the absurdly-underrated Perfume:The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind. As usual, I've picked a song that matches the vibes of this fic! Warnings: dark and smut/nsfw content ahead (MDNI). Obsession, stalking,sexual descriptions, olfactophilia. Roughly proofread (English is not my first language) 1.8k words I’m pouring my soul into this series, I really hope someone will enjoy it. If you do, please feel free to interact and/or reblog! Thank you in advance for reading!🙏🏼

"For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn't defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men." P.Süskind

Fall comes as a surprise, pushing summer away. It brings along a mix of smells, spreading them like tiny stars in the night sky: the smell of old smoke from chimneys, the sweet scent of cinnamon and pumpkin wafting from bakeries, and the fresh aroma of damp leaves in quiet woods. Every single smell, every tiny aroma unlocks a feeling, bounding the mind to the celebration of an ever-lasting memory.

Just a few days ago, you walked down the busy sidewalk during rush hour, trying to reach the subway. You mindlessly moved through a sea of students and workers. Huddled in your coat against the first autumn chill, you failed to notice the pale, stout man in unusual garb who had begun following you onto the subway platform.

The stranger,named Choso Kamo, is a half-cursed spirit, whose existence has always been bound to the ill-fated story of the mother, whose affection he couldn't know… her body had been exploited and abused to generate him and his beloved brothers until it collapsed, leaving him, the eldest of her sons, with the difficult burden of taking care of his brothers' cursed-wombs. He was now standing in the middle of the crowd with his usual vacant expression, surveying the many passersby as instructed by his associates… deep down, Choso knows they brought him back to life just to take advantage of his strength, but at least they have given him a purpose to pursue in his miserable life.

In the precise moment you mindlessly passed him by, adjusting your scarf around your neck, a gust of wind unleashed the essence itself of his renewed purpose: Choso found himself entranced by the intoxicating bouquet of your vibrant youth, sublimated in an ephemeral fragrance that danced upon the crisp evening air, weaving a spell that ensnared his senses. Enveloped in a tempest of longing, the crowd disappeared from the awareness of his senses,and he could think of nothing else but you, a siren call beckoning him to follow. With trembling resolve, he boarded the same train, trying to stay as close as possible to your graceful frame, in the desperate attempt of tracing the path back to your intoxicating perfume. He ended up following you up until your doorstep, now torn by an all-consuming obsession.

Night after night since then, Choso had been tormented by his desire, passing restless hours awake under the pale lunar light, when even his strong hands could not tame the wild hunger that throbbed and begged for release. At every nightfall, he surrendered to the echoes of his desire, rigid and raw, a prisoner of this exquisite torment, yearning for the touch that could soothe his restless soul. He vowed he would never find peace until he had found you. So Choso retraced your path, desperate to breathe in your sweet scent once more. He lurked in the shadows, stealing small tokens of your presence- discarded trinkets that bore the faintest whiff of your essence, each one a precious relic he hoarded within a secret chest, a shrine to the object of his obsession.

Your very existence had become a haunting, lingering thought, driving him to the brink of madness with an all-consuming desire to possess you. Choso found himself teetering on the precipice of madness, surprising even himself indulging in dark thoughts of violence, should any rival dare to encroach upon what he believed was rightfully his—the very breath of your existence, the haunting aroma of your skin.

(...)

And then came the witching hour, Halloween night—a tapestry woven with shadows, the spookiest eve of the year. While in the city streets echoes of children's laughter drift through the air, you languish in the solitude of your living room, binge watching the whole Scream series. You lay half asleep under a blanket on your couch, distracted by the dim glow of your flickering television, oblivious to the stranger spying on you just outside your window. Hidden by the welcoming veil of darkness, Choso bursts into the warmth of your apartment, drawn by an irresistible magnetism that thrums in the air. He slips through the half-open window of your bedroom, a tall, well built silhouette against the moonlit night, and the moment he crosses the threshold, he is engulfed by an intoxicating familiarity, a warmth that wraps around him like a silken shroud. His heart races, a frenetic drumbeat as his ravenous gaze roams the sacred space you occupy, etching every detail into his memory: the hue of the walls that cradle your secrets, the books piling atop your bedside table, the delicate arrangement of your bed adorned with ornamental pillows, each whispering tales of your essence.

Your very presence saturates the air, a heady perfume that drives him to the brink of madness. Yet, his brow furrows as it lands upon the disheveled heap of laundry piled carelessly in the corner. In that moment, all restraint shatters—his longing overcomes him. He dives into the chaos, seizing your garments, letting the subtle scent of your skin engulf him. In an instant, the pressure swells within his baggy pants, an undeniable urgency that demands release.

With a fervor that borders on the frenzied, Choso collapses onto your plush bed, a wild creature succumbing to the lust that consumes him. He sheds his loose robe, exposing the sculpted lines of his body, yearning to lose himself in the essence that lingers in your sanctuary. His hands, trembling and desperate, explore his length, as lost in an urgent trance, but it is not enough. His mind conjures up haunting visions of you—your soft skin beneath his fingertips, your lips parted in exquisite pleasure, your breasts quivering with each of his deep, ravenous thrusts.

Lost in a fevered reverie, he begins to grind against your pillows, surrendering to a trance where he imagines your warm, welcoming heat enveloping him. Clutching your underwear, the fabric cradled in his grip, he feels his knuckles whiten with the force of his need. Memories flood his mind—how your delicate hands had clutched your scarf in that crowded subway, and the thought of those soft fingers caressing him sends a shudder of bliss through his core. A moan escapes him, mingling with the scent of your freshly laundered linens, the bedspread now stained with white, thick stains of his desire.

His face twists with a rapturous anticipation, the gates to a forbidden paradise poised to swing open. But just as the world around him begins to blur into a cascade of ecstasy, you materialize at the threshold, your eyes wide with disbelief at the sight before you—a tall,pale sublime-looking stranger lays in your bed, lost in a primal dance of pleasure.

You stand transfixed, mesmerized by his unconventional beauty— you notice how his uncanny, unearthly features merge perfectly on his graceful face, etching a unique,twisted kind of charm on it: his curious hairstyle, the sharp line of his clenched jaw, those haunted eyes, their irises of golden honey, matching the unhealthy purplish puffiness beneath his eye; the tribal dark mark etched upon the his skin of his face his hair. You soon understand that you stand in front of a non-human creature…yet, your senses catch a glimpse of his kind soul, buried deep inside the shadows of his eyes. Rather than fear, a flicker of arousal ignites within you, an electric thrill coursing through your veins as you drink in the sight of this beautiful,mysterious demon.

He pauses, the moment stretching as you lock eyes—his pupils dilate, revealing a tempest of desire and hunger, yet glimmers of tenderness shimmer beneath the surface. In that gaze, you read an unspeakable promise—of safety, of reverence. Your heart quickens, and instead of retreating, you advance, a moth to his flame. You kneel down on the edge of the bed, your trembling fingers hovering over the mark crossing his face, the silent blossoming of a connection. He whimpers as your skin brushes against his,his gaze incredulous. A soft smile graces your lips, and he blushes under your father-light touch, the heat radiating off him palpable.

"You... You look so beautiful," he stammers, his voice grave, each breath a desperate whisper. In an instant, he rises, revealing his hardened desire—long and throbbing, its tip glistening with the evidence of his lust. He lunges,burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, finally rejoining with your essence. He feels overwhelmed by your presence, intoxicated by the heady mix of your unmistakable scent and a hint of a fresh thrill of anticipation that dances along the delicate curve of your neck.

“Finally…” he breathes against your skin, his dry lips grazing your soft flesh, igniting a fire that spreads through your body, causing you to arch into him, surrendering to the magnetic pull of his presence. And then, in a whirlwind of passion and primal instinct, he takes you—your senses clouded as he pins you to the bed, unleashing a torrent of fervor that leaves you gasping for breath: he runs his strong fingers through your silky, perfumed hair, now cascading freely on the pillow below your head, then he starts carefully peeling each layer of clothing off of your body, trying not to get lost in the enveloping scent unleashing with every garment falling to the ground, just like fragile, autumn leaves. The veins on his big, strong hands popping out under the pressure of his constrained need. Once you lay bare in front of him, he grabs the silky skin of your thighs, spreading them open as he buries his face in the spring of your essence. He breaths you in, needing to feel you, the purest you, straight into his lungs. His mind is clouded by the highest form of ecstatic haze, and his resolve falters…in this moment he would surrender to your every darkest order, he would be your puppet forever, exploiting his half-demonic strength for whatever purpose you put forward, you… his muse. And just like that, something inside of him snaps at the willingness conveyed through your half-lidded eyes and he releases the depths of his pent-up need on your body, worshiping every hidden corner of your skin.

You lay beneath him, quivering under the disclosure of a brand new, unearthly, unadulterated form of passion: you lose count of the waves of pleasure that crash over you, each thrust a divine revelation, each moan a prayer whispered into the dark. Words remain unspoken, yet the reverence in his touch, the fervent grunts that escape him, speak volumes of his devotion to you, body and soul.

As the night wanes, Choso pauses, drinking in the sight of your blissful surrender—a vision that etches itself into the very depth of his soul. In that moment, clarity washes over him; he grasps the essence of devotion. You are his goddess, and your bedroom, now steeped in the mingling scents of passion and your sweet essence, becomes a temple where he will forever worship.

Unleashed, his half-demonic nature finds solace in the storm of ecstasy, surrendering to the sanctity of your spread legs—the sacred gates to his paradise. Now that he has discovered his faith, he knows there is no turning back; he yearns for more than a mere taste of your forbidden fruit—the very essence of you, a heady nectar that lingers in the air, binding him to you eternally.

[em1i2a3]

Pieces of You (Bjorn One Shot)

Bjorn x fem!reader

Summary: After a night of confessions you and Bjorn stopped speaking to one another, but during one fateful get together when the both of you reunite things change significantly for the both of you, for better or for worse.

Author’s Note: Hey peeps. I am finally finished college, and thankfully I am going to be taking a bit of a break before going back and continuing my education, meaning I’m going to have so much more time to write! As a celebration I made this One Shot extra long. It was supposed to be out yesterday but I wanted to add more to it, and evidently it got out of hand lol. I hope that everyone enjoys this!

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, DNI if you’re a minor! There’s dirty dancing in this, smoking of the devils lettuce (weed), P in V sex (unprotected, wrap it before you tap it though, this is all fantasy here), swearing, oral sex (female receiving), and a little bit of best friends to lovers tropes but not really, you’ll get what I mean when you read it. Hopefully I didn’t miss anything.

A p.s from the author: Fucking love 070 Shake, and this song was so fucking good in setting the tone for the writing of this one shot! Such an underrated song.

Word Count: 8,734 (told you it was a big one….That’s what she said btw lol)

The club was electric that night. The smell of sweat, perfume, and cigarettes intermixed, and the air was thick with heat, combining with the hypnotic bass that shook the core of your chest as you nursed a drink at the bar. You stirred the ice around in your glass, taking a sip, allowing the sweet and bitter liquid to burn down your throat, watching the crowd of bodies move rhythmically to the music. The lights strobed in sync with the beat, pulsating streaks of neon blues, pinks, and greens bounced off the mirrors surrounding the dancefloor. The DJ had turned on the smoke machine, which caused the entire scene to have this haze over it, so all you could see was the shadows of the people who moved against one another, and the sporadic arms that popped above the crowd once in a while. A finger tapped on your shoulder, interrupting your observations, your eyes shooting over to your side where Tyler was standing, a smile draped across his lips as he leaned in.

“Sorry, we’re late! Got caught up!” He yelled over the music, motioning behind him. You peeked over his shoulder, seeing Navarro, Rain, Kay and Andy looking around at the crowd, enamoured by the action that was happening, and the buzz that was palpable in the space.

“It’s alright! I’m only one drink in!” You responded loudly holding up your glass and using the step on the stool you were sitting on to give yourself a little bit of height. He was looking down at your outfit, taken aback by what you had worn tonight. The top you had chosen was skin-tight, black and strapless with sheer lace detailing that left nothing to the imagination. The material hugged you in all the right places, showing off the figure that you hid under your work clothes most of the time, and it didn’t end there. The bottoms you chose were a pair of leather shorts that had silver zippers going down the sides and the front, with leather buckles along your thighs to simulate a harness effect. It was an interesting look, to say the least, and it was certainly eye-catching.

“You didn’t give me the memo that we were wearing BDSM stuff tonight, I would’ve busted out my assless chaps.” Tyler joked, causing you to playfully slap his arm, laughing loudly at his comment.

“Just wanted to try something different, that's all.” Tyler raised his eyebrows at the comment.

”Well this is definitely different, a good kind of different, but still a bit surprising coming from someone who bundles into those oversized sweaters all the time.” He responded, glancing down one more time at you with a little smile. He liked when you let yourself go, typically you weren’t one to be the life of the party, not one bit, ever since you guys were preteens you were this rule follower who didn’t want to disappoint anyone, but this change was definitely welcoming. Too bad your upbeat mood was going to change. You were about to say something, when suddenly a pair of familiar hands grabbed Tyler’s shoulders, the ring on the person's pointer finger that you had a matching one of gave it away, and your stomach lurched just at the sight. It was Bjorn. Your face fell, as all the joy was sucked out of the room, you didn’t want to see that guy, and you were going to make sure it wasn’t going to happen.

“For fuck sake.” Was all that came out of your mouth before you grabbed your drink and walked towards the smoking patio. You pushed open the door, and joined the small crowd of people who were leaning against the wall either getting some air or actually having a cigarette. You downed the rest of your drink, the burn of the alcohol now nonexistent at this point, a sigh escaping your throat as you put the glass down on the ledge beside you. The door opened again, revealing Tyler, his hands deep in the pockets of his straight cut pants, a remorseful look gleaming in his eyes. You were about to say something, but he raised a finger up, causing you to pause.

”I know you told me not to bring him…I get it. But y/n…We couldn’t possibly leave him at the trailer. It’s unfair what he’s been doing but we also live with the guy, we wouldn’t hear the end of it.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

”It’s more than unfair Tyler. I know I said some hurtful things but he fucking ripped my heart out and then decided to ignore me when I tried to make amends. Now he gets to intrude on plans and pick and choose when he wants to bite his tongue and come along with you guys?” You questioned, your throat tightening slightly “How is that right, and how the fuck is that fair to me when he refused to be honest with me?” You added, remembering the last time you spoke to him.

————

You had sat beside Bjorn on the couch as the both of you were watching some weird action movie he had chosen from the little collection he had built over the past few years. You weren’t really into it, you were just there because you wanted to be around Bjorn, that was the motivation for hanging out around him. You liked being in his presence, the way he made you feel, and of course the way he held your hand out of comfort, he used to always pay you a compliment on how warm or soft they were before intertwining his fingers between yours and it always made your stomach turn.

The both of you had been friends for so long that you knew everything about each other, if someone asked you to name off any fun facts about Bjorn you would have a never ending list. There were so many things people didn’t know about him, and if it wasn’t for how close you were to him, you would’ve never been able to see what he was truly like beneath the hard exterior he put on.

That night though you were determined to talk to him. Your feelings had been eating away at you bit by bit, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were starting to think about him throughout the day, and every time you did you could feel your palms become sweaty and you visually looked flushed with a permanent blush red plastered on your cheeks. It was hard to power through your feelings, and you had high hopes that once things were out in the open it would allow the both of you to move forward together hopefully, that was not the case though, and you would come to regret the decision you made in telling him.

The credits rolled and he leaned back against the cushions with a sigh, one arm draped over the edge of the couch, looking over at you, seeing that you were deep in thought. He reached over, and grabbed your hand, running his calloused thumb over the smooth skin, over the little blemishes that were barely noticeable without feeling, which drew your attention to him.

“You alright?” He asked, shifting closer to you, “You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” He added, his thumb drawing ovals around the skin on the back of your hand now, the heat slowly creeping up your chest. You took in a shaky breath.

”I…I need to tell you something.” His relaxed expression shifted, his eyes filling with concern, making your heart squeeze. He sat up a little bit more, his whole body now turned to you.

”You’re worrying me y/n…What’s going on?” Your stomach was churning. Yes, you had planned to tell him everything tonight, but now you were starting to grow anxious under his gaze, your throat feeling like it was closing around a giant lump that was beginning to form, pulling your eyes from his for a moment, letting them go down to his hand. You looked at the ring on his pointer finger, the engravement of Roman numerals of the day you guys had your first scavenging trip together glistening in the dim light,

“I…I like you…More than this.” You hesitated, feeling the air being sucked out of the room when the words left your mouth. A few minutes passed, until you decided to look at the frozen and unreadable expression that was plastered on Bjorn’s face. “I thought I could ignore it or that I would get over the feelings, but I can’t. It just kept getting more and more intense.” He looked down at your hands, there was a hint of hesitation that flashed from behind his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line. The silence was overtaking the both of you again, every second breaking down the remaining composure you had.

“Can you please say something…” You pleaded, your voice cracking, feeling the warmth of his hands leave yours. There was a pang in your heart, realizing that this was not going the way you expected. You watched him closely, seeing the cogs turning behind his eyes, trying to choose his words carefully. His voice was quiet when he replied.

”I don’t feel the same way.” It felt like a blow straight to your chest, your gaze tore away from his, trying to process his response as level headed as possible.

”You don’t?” Your volume was just above a whisper, as tears began to brim your eyes, looking back at him, now focusing on his expressions.

”No,” He replied quickly, his bottom lip shaking a bit, not because of any overwhelming emotions, but because that was one of his tells. You knew him well enough, there were just things that he couldn’t control and that was the way his body involuntarily reacted when he was lying to someone. It made your heart break even more, knowing that he wasn’t telling you the truth, you thought you were friends, and friends don’t lie to each other.

”You’re lying…” Your voice was steady, and somewhat stern. It surprised you that even though you were going through your own set of feelings you still chased for answers. Bjorn’s brows furrowed.

”What?” His tone was laced with disbelief.

”You’re lying.” You repeated, you were hurting, and you could feel the anger bubbling in your stomach, burning in your chest, begging to be released. “You do feel the same way, you’re just too scared to admit it.”

“That’s not true,” He snapped back, scoffing at your accusation, standing up from the couch, now growing defensive. You raised to your feet as well, wanting to even up the playing field.

”I can see it in your fucking facial expressions. You can’t even look at me Bjorn!” You saw his fists clench at his sides, you could see the way all the emotions in him began to converge, brewing a storm over his face.

“I said I don’t feel the same way.” He repeated, his voice now cracking, another betrayal gifted from his own body.

“Bjorn…Why are you lying to me…Why can’t you just be honest with yourself and tell me the truth.” Your voice trembled, gulping, trying to get rid of the lump that still resided in your throat.

“Because it doesn’t matter y/n!” He shouted, the aggression making you jump in your own skin, flinching at the frustration, “What the fuck do you want me to say? That I fucking care about you? That I’ve thought about being with you? Fine. I have. But it doesn’t change the situation y/n.” The tears now welled up in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks, your heart fracturing into a thousand cracks.

”You thought about it,” You echoed his words with bitterness lacing your voice, “And decided what? That I’m not worth it? That I wouldn’t stick with you? We’ve been friends for years Bjorn.” He watched as you brought your hand up to your puffy eyes, pressing against the corners to wipe the tears that were forming.

”You d-don’t understand-“

“No, I don’t,” You interrupted, “I don’t understand why you’re running away, and I don’t understand why you’re fucking lying to me.” Bjorn didn’t continue with what he was going to say, his silence was louder than any excuse he was going to offer at that point. You shook your head at him.

”You’re a coward,” You said quietly, watching his face twist, guilt flashing in his eyes, as he watched you collect your things, stuffing them into your backpack, before pushing past him. By the time you reached the door tears were gushing down your cheeks, and as you opened it to leave you could hear Bjorn sniffle.

“I’m sorry y/n.” Was all he could say, but it wasn’t enough for you at that point, you slammed the door behind you, and he let you go.

———-

Tyler grabbed your shoulders, tilting your head up so he was in your line of sight.

”I know he hurt you, and I’m sorry y/n…I really am, but you can’t let this get you down, you have been so tough, you’ve been recovering and putting yourself back out there, and hey, look at where you are right now and how you’re dressed! Ignore that moron for the night, okay? Go have fun.” His words were encouraging, Tyler always had that sort of energy to him, he would take situations like this and make it easier to handle, and you were thankful for his words at that point. You leaned against him, wrapping your arms around his torso to give him a hug. He returned the gesture.

”Thanks Tyler.” You mumbled against his shirt, his hand giving you a gentle pat on your back as he pulled away.

”Now let’s get back in there huh?” He suggested, with you nodding in agreement. Tyler held the door open for you, allowing you to go back into the club first, letting the deep, chest thumping bass surround you again. The both of you walked back to the bar, and Tyler ordered you another drink as you slipped a few greetings to the group, avoiding Bjorn all together even though you could feel his eyes on you, watching you closely. He was shocked that you didn’t leave the building, apart from the little scene you had pulled just a few moments ago, but there was something in him that was glad you didn’t bail on everyone. He wanted to see you, it had been too long, and he needed this opportunity to try to mend the burned bridges.

For those two months of not talking you were diligent in following your plan of not being around him, and you had pulled away from the friend group because of that choice. Tyler was the only one who reached out and stuck around, but he did pass on the information to the rest of the group so they understood that it wasn’t something they did that caused the rift, you didn’t want them blaming themselves on the account of Bjorn’s lack of communication. You missed the dynamic though and you were glad that they accepted the invite you gave them even on such short notice.

”You’re looking really good tonight!” Kay yelled over the music, “It’s very…Different!” She exclaimed, looking down at your outfit. You smiled at her compliment, a blush forming on your cheeks as you took a sip of your drink.

”I thought I’d try out a new look.” You responded, “I’m glad it’s a hit.” You could see her laugh but you couldn’t hear it through all the bass that was drowning the high pitched noises out of the room.

“Well maybe you should test it out on the dance floor, I’m sure there’s a lot of guys here that are wanting to take you home tonight.” Your goal wasn’t to hookup with anyone but you were willing to step out of the box and see where the night took you, so you tilted your head back, and guzzled the remnants of your drink, wiping your wet lips with the back of your hand and shuddering at the sheer intensity of the alcohol that burned down your throat. Everyone was looking at you at this point, shocked by the way you had downed the filled glass that quickly, aware that tonight a different version of you was coming out to play.

“Guess there’s no harm in trying hmm?” You shot back, putting the glass down onto the bar, the person behind the counter taking it away quickly. You felt nervous staring out into the packed crowd, the way the women moved, and swayed, how they let themselves go, the rhythm overtaking them and their bodies. You took in a deep breath, before moving towards the sea of bodies, stepping down the set of stairs and sewing through the crowd to find a spot that was barely visible to your set of friends. You felt like you were swallowed whole as the people took you in, a mix of sweat, spilled drinks and sweet smelling perfume surrounding you like a warm hug, the bass a throbbing pulse against your chest.

You started off by swaying your hips to the music, your head rolling back exposing the sheer lining of sweat that was already glistening on your skin, as you moved your hands up the lace top letting them go above your head, like you were trying to seduce yourself in a way, twisting your torso to the beat. On the floor you didn’t blend into the crowd, you painted yourself into existence, and the people around you welcomed that willingly. Your back arched, and your hair caught the colours of the strobing light, like it was a spotlight on you. In those moments you didn’t feel eyes on you, you just felt alive.

Then you felt the presence of someone behind you, a faint brush of warmth running over your back, they didn’t touch you at first, they were taking caution, which was something you were surprised about. You smirked at the thought of being so tempting to someone that they wanted to be careful not to scare you off, and in turn you didn’t glance back at them, you wanted them to be sucked into your orbit, as you continued to sway your hips. The figure moved in sync with you, mirroring your rhythm, you could see the movements in the shadows the strobe lights caused, noting the build of the person.

He now stepped closer to you, the heat from his body practically radiating against your bare shoulders, the subtle pressure of his presence being felt as he continued to match the pace your hips moved at. His hands still didn’t touch you, but the close proximity was making your skin tingle, you felt electrified, and you couldn’t deny the energy that was flowing between the both of you.

The stranger brushed up against you, it was a subtle move, but you could tell it was deliberate, regardless of the intention it made you inhale sharply, a gasp escaping your throat. You were happy that the music was deafening at this point so they wouldn’t be able to hear your reaction. You leaned back against him, allowing your bodies to close the space the both of you had purposely left, arching your body against the sturdy figure.

Your hips rolled with the beat, teasingly slow, your bottom dragging against the front of his pants with a friction that made your breath catch in your throat. Finally, he placed his hands on your hips, the delicate touch searing its memory onto your skin, his thumbs brushing slow circles into your clothed flesh, the tips of his fingers teasing just beneath the hem of your top, testing how far you’d let him go until you pulled back. To the strangers surprise you leaned into the touch, allowing his fingers to ghost over your belly button without hiking the top up too much, your head tilted to the side inviting him to get even closer, feeling his hot breath against your exposed shoulders. He took the chance, sliding his hands up higher, his fingertips brushing against your waist, the touch sending shivers racing down your spine. In that moment, the both of you moved together, perfectly in sync, and you could’ve sworn you were one entity at that point.

The sway of your hips matched the grind of his, the connection between the both of you becoming electric as the dance floor went completely dark, the only thing lighting the room being the bar, but that was so far away by this point you were practically blind. The man’s arms wrapped around you loosely, continuing to feel your skin beneath the top, his hot breath ragged against your neck now, the faint smell of whiskey hitting your nose. You took the chance to reach your hands up behind you, tangling your fingers through the mysterious figures' hair. The length was short from what you could feel, but it was dense, good enough to pull, you thought to yourself, continuing your intoxicating movements against him as his fingers explored the curve of your ribs. The way he touched you wasn’t hurried, not in the slightest, it was like he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin like a map.

Neither of you spoke, afraid that words would ruin the moment, as the heat of him pressed into every inch of your skin. Your breathing was shallow, and you could tell the both of you were getting worked up. There was no denying that there was tension building, your stomach felt like a jar of butterflies had been crushed within it, and mixed with the alcohol you could feel your head spinning.

He unraveled his arms from around you but kept your body close, as the tips of his fingers ran down your stomach, trailing to the front of your thighs, his hands having a slight tremor while doing so, the touch stopping just above the harnesses on your legs. He settled them there for a second, your chest rising and falling at an irregular pace, his breath sticking to the curve of your neck as your hips rolled against him, earning a groan from his lips, his chest vibrating against your back. He dragged his fingers up your thighs again, settling one hand between them as the other went back to the waistband of your shorts.

You wanted him to take advantage of the darkness of the dance floor, nobody would see, nobody would even know, but you could sense there was some sort of hesitation behind his actions, and you didn’t want to pressure him, so you allowed him to be in control instead. His fingers traced just below your belly button, drawing circles gently, as you felt a pair of wet lips graze over your shoulder, eliciting a gasp from you. It was so soft you could barely feel it but the fire that it lit on your flesh almost brought you close to passing out, it was too intimate, but you couldn’t help but love the feeling it brought you.

The hand that was caressing your stomach slid around your waist, slipping into the back pocket of your shorts, as the other hand trailed up the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, not travelling up any higher, even though you were tempted to shift yourself down onto his touch. You were going to allow him to do anything to you at that point, there was no denying you would go home with him once the lights turned on. Then suddenly after one more open mouthed kiss against your neck, his touch disappeared from you, breaking the heat that was pooling between your bodies. You spun around on your heel, trying to catch a glimpse of him, but the crowd had eaten him up and the darkness wasn’t helping at that point either. Your body was still burning from his touch, but the feeling of disappointment was beginning to cool everything down, the memory of his hands on you fleeting. You reached up, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face, realizing how hot you had become from the interaction.

The quick escape had ruined everything, so just like the stranger you decided to retreat from the dancefloor, seeing Tyler, Navarro, Andy, Kay, and Rain sitting at the bar, a look of concern plastered on their faces as they yelled to each other over the music.

“We can check on him afterwards!” You caught Tyler’s words, now joining their confusion.

”Check on who?” You yelled, catching their attention. They glanced over at you, and Navarro replied.

”Bjorn, he just ran out of the place, I don’t know what’s going on with him tonight.” Your eyebrows knitted together, pulling up one of the stools between Tyler and Navarro.

“He probably saw me dancing with that guy out there and ran off.” You commented, sitting down on the seat, immediately feeling something in your back pocket. You pressed your feet against the bar, standing up momentarily to remove whatever was causing the discomfort, pulling out the all too familiar silver engraved ring with the roman numerals.

You could feel your heart stop. The stranger, the one on the dancefloor was Bjorn. You didn’t know if you should feel sick, or angry. You felt embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t thought to look at who it was behind you, but at the same time you couldn’t believe the audacity he had to do such things to you after months of ignoring you.

“Isn’t that Bjorn’s?” Tyler asked, snapping you out of your trance, as you put it into your palm, folding your hand into a fist.

”Yeah. I better go return it to him. I’ll see you guys later.” Before Tyler could say anything in protest you left the club.

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You walked to the trailer from the club, it wasn’t that far thankfully, but by the time you had made it to the front door you had your anger from the two months built up inside you, ready to explode. You used the side of your hand to bang on the hard metal of the door, standing on the steps with your arms folded over your chest. It took a few minutes for Bjorn to open the door, surprisingly he looked calm, cool and collected, as if he was ready for this confrontation. He had a joint hanging out of the corner of his mouth, the tip of it glowing a hazy orange while he took a deep breath, removing it from between his lips to blow the smoke out towards you, a smirk appearing on his face.

”Well, if it isn’t my favorite person, come to thank me for that dance?” You pushed by him, entering the trailer with such fury that you could imagine a string of smoke following you, not waiting for an invitation from him to come in.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You snapped, hearing Bjorn close the door behind him.

”What? No ‘hi’, no ‘how have you been Bjorn’? That’s not nice.” He mocked, as you spun around to race him, the ring tightly clenched between your fingers, holding it up to show him.

”Two months Bjorn. Two fucking months of silence, of you ignoring me, and you think now is the time to fuck around and make jokes? You’re un-fucking-believable.” His gaze stared at the ring, bringing his joint back up to his lips, taking a slow, calculated drag, his expressions unreadable. He crossed one arm over his torso, leaning against the wall behind him as he breathed out the smoke.

”I’m not joking.” He said lightly, “You looked like you needed a good time…I thought I’d oblige.” Your mouth dropped open.

”Oblige?” Your voice rising with incredulity. “You danced with me like-like-.” You gestured wildly, trying to find words to express your thoughts, as heat rushed to your cheeks, “And then! Then you just walked away and disappeared and left me to find this fucking thing.” You raised the ring at him, your hand now trembling with nerves.

”You kept it…How sweet.” You could feel the rage pumping through your veins at this point, searing your blood, making it boil.

”I didn’t keep it,” You snapped, “I came here to give it back and to ask what the fuck is wrong with you.” He scoffed.

”Wrong with me?” He pushed off the wall, pointing to himself while he stepped closer to you. “How about you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine when you were grinding up against me.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved into your space, his familiar scent of smoke wrapping around you.

“I didn’t know it was you.” You hissed through gritted teeth, trying to restrain your anger, looking up at him, shooting daggers, his body leaning closer to you.

“You didn’t stop me though, did you?” His tone was teasing and dark, he was baiting you, and all you could do was bite, blinded by the rage.

”That’s not the point!” You shot back, throwing the ring at him, his reflexes allowing him to catch it in midair, “You don’t get to waltz back into my life, play your stupid little mind games, and then pretend like nothing fucking happened!” For a moment Bjorn’s smirk fell from his lips, his mask slipping just a little bit, a hint of sensitivity flicking through the cracks.

”Nothing happened huh?” He said quietly, “Funny…It felt like something to me.” You could feel your heart thumping against your chest, your palms growing sweaty.

”Stop trying to twist this around. You ignored me for months, Bjorn. Months. And now you think you can just…Just-”

”Just what?” He interrupted, his voice raising, the space between the both of you closing even more as he took another step towards you, putting his joint out in the process. His breath could be felt against your body at this point he was so close, “Just touch you? Just kiss your neck? Just tell you what I’ve been trying to bury within me since we’ve become friends?” His words hung heavy in the air, your eyes widening at his confession.

“What are you talking about?” You whispered, your voice barely audible to him. Bjorn ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated grunt escaping his throat.

”I’m talking about you, about how you’re always on my fucking mind…In my body…How you’re in everything I fucking see. About how I’ve tried to push it all down, ignore it, because…I don’t want to fucking lose you y/n, it scares the hell out of me. But it doesn’t matter at this point does it? Because even when I’m trying to do the right thing by trying to let you go…I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.” Your anger extinguished at his confession, and disbelief overtook you.

”Why did you lie to me then…Why did you act like you didn’t care?” Your voice was trembling at this point, as your heart raced in your chest.

”Cause like you said…I’m a coward.” He admitted, his voice rough “I shouldn’t have let you leave that night.” You looked up at him, feeling bad for what you had said to him, but still unsure of where to go from there.

”Bjorn I-“ Your words faltered, as Bjorn’s calloused hands reached out to cradle your face, holding it as if you might vanish if he were to let go. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that was all consuming, it sent a jolt of electricity through your bodies. Your gasp was swallowed by him, the searing heat of his mouth moving against yours in such a way that you could feel every inch of your skin light ablaze. The kiss wasn’t soft nor hesitant, it was devastating, Bjorn kissed you like a person starved for touch and attention. His hands slid down your jaw and held your neck, feeling the pulse points that thumped against his thumbs.

Your hands went to his shirt, feeling the steady thrumming of his heart against your palms, as your hands fisted the fabric of the top he was wearing, pulling him even closer, kissing him back with equal fervor. One of his hands travelled down your side to hold your waist, as his lips moved with a desperation that made your knees weak, you were shocked you were still able to stand at that point. Your fingers laced into his hair, mirroring what you had done on the dancefloor, earning a groan that vibrated through you. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, a soft, involuntary sound escaping from you, igniting something even more hungry in him. He pulled away briefly, his lips trailing down your jaw to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” His voice was strained, like he was barely holding himself together. You shivered, feeling his light stubble brushing against the skin of your neck.

“Bjorn…” You managed to squeak out, your voice a breathy mix of plea and protest, as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your throat, his tongue trailing across the sensitive flesh, tasting your sweat. The air between the both of you grew heavy, your breath intermingling with his, fighting to get closer, to consume each other. His hands slipped under your shirt, holding onto your sides, his lips returning to yours, hungrier than the first kiss that he had given you, a need so overwhelming that it was lighting the both of you ablaze. He pulled back, breathless, resting his forehead against yours. His lips were swollen, and his pale skin was a crimson red.

“You made me feel like I meant nothing to you.” You whispered, “And then you came at me with something like this…And made it so hard to resist you.” Your fingers gripped his hair lightly.

“It killed me every second I chose to stay away, and it hurt me as much as it hurt you.” He replied, his hands coming up again to cup your face, his thumb brushing up against your cheeks, looking into your eyes, searching them for answers. “Tell me to stop y/n…Tell me to stop and I will.” His voice was barely audible at this point, almost pleading with you in a way to not tell him such things. You could feel your heart pounding in your head as you surged forward, crashing your lips into his once again, giving him the answer without words, melting into him again, getting sucked into the black hole that was your love for Bjorn. You pulled back.

”I don’t want you to stop…Please don’t stop.” He shook his head, thumb trailing under your eyes.

”I won’t stop until you tell me to.” He replied, sliding one hand down to intertwine your fingers with his, “Come with me?” He asked, his eyebrows raising, his blue eyes glazed over, the weed beginning to run through him. You squeezed his hand and nodded, untangling yourself from him as he led you down the hallway where the bedrooms were. You hadn’t been in Bjorn’s bedroom, but you assumed that’s where he was taking you. His strides were unhurried but there was intent behind every step, his thumb running over the back of your hand trying to ease his own nerves. When the both of you stopped in front of his bedroom door he took a moment to breathe, before pushing it open.

Your eyes roamed over the dimly lit disarray. A large unmade bed was in the center of the room, it’s dark grey sheets half-tangled and rumpled, you assumed he was a restless sleeper just from the status of the linen. He had a wall of photos on a corkboard near his bed, all his memories pinned randomly, you could see a few of the two of you taken candidly by Kay. The scent of him lingered faintly in the air - warm, smoky, leathery, with a light cedarwood combining everything together in a musk that was distinctly Bjorn. A pile of laundry sat in the corner of the room, not overflowing but teetering on the edge of being chaotic for one person. A mirror leaned against the far wall, tall, and rectangular, it’s frame matching the dark wood of the headboard his bed had, it seemed out of place, but it was fitting for Bjorn. All in all you could say the room looked lived in, and every detail of it carried a hint of his character - uncomplicated, rough around the edges, but magnetic.

You moved into the room more hearing Bjorn close the door behind the both of you, locking it so there would be no interruptions. You turned on your heel, looking over at him, his hands slipping into his pocket as he kicked off his boots, pushing them to the side with his foot. You did the same, your eyes staying on his, watching him step closer to you. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you could feel his hands begin to work on the latches that held your top together, his trained fingers figuring out the mechanism without even looking.

“Do you trust me?” His breath hitting the shell of your ear as he spoke, his voice low. You tilted your head to the side, looking up at him, your hand pushing his hair out from his face, cupping his cheek as you nodded. He gave you a soft kiss on your swollen lips, his hands splitting the back of your shirt apart so he could ease it off of your body. Your skin prickled in the cool air of his room, as he threw the lacy fabric to the side, his eyes roaming over the expanse of your bare flesh, taking in every detail, every blemish, every mark that your skin had displayed.

“You’re so beautiful.” You could feel your heart seize for a moment, his head leaning down to gently kiss the crook of your neck, “So so beautiful.” His lips return to yours for a brief moment, your nipples pebbling against his chest as the cool air begins to nip at your exposed skin, “Go lay on the bed.” He whispers against your ear, his fingertips ghosting along your hips, your cheeks turning hot at the instructions. You glanced over your shoulder at the bed, making your way over to it, letting yourself fall onto the memory foam, the sheets puffing around you. Your arms extended out over your head, your gaze trailing over to Bjorn, watching him remove his shirt, throwing it to the side to allow you to take in his pale skin under the yellow hue of the room. He walked around the bed, kneeling down on it, his hands sliding up your bare smooth legs, over the harnesses on your thighs, up to the waistband of your shorts.

“Move back a bit more…I want you to be able to watch me in the mirror.” He commented, helping you move yourself up towards the edge of the bed, your head hanging off slightly so your gaze met your own reflection. The angle gave you a perfect view of yourself and Bjorn, as his fingers hooked under the waistband of the shorts, tugging them down your legs, his knuckles dragging down the skin of your thighs. You helped him out by lifting your bum off the mattress, showing off the little flexibility you had, as the fabric was removed and thrown over his shoulder, “I want you to see everything I’m going to do to you.” He murmured, his body settling between your open legs. Your stomach tightened at his words, your eyes darting to the reflection, seeing his body atop yours. His lips brushed along your neck, trailing over your collarbones, his hands moving with such ease, sliding up the back of your legs, and up your thighs, tracing along the skin of your hips, goosebumps chasing the touch. His fingers hooked under the thin waistband of your black lacy panties, pulling them down slowly, looking at the skin that became exposed to him, his mouth watering at the sight, leaning down to kiss the soft skin of your hip, crumpling the underwear in his hand, his touch returning to your thighs moments later, holding them gently.

”God look at you.” He whispered, his lips trailing lower, peppering wet kisses down your thigh savoring each gasp you took. You arched into him, spreading your legs a little wider for him, your eyes locking in on the reflection, seeing Bjorn’s gaze shift to the mirror so he could look back at you, a smile coming up onto his face.

”Bjorn…” Your voice was trembling, surrendering yourself to him, feeling his hot breath fanning over your skin, his mouth brushing against your inner thigh, your hands running across his shoulders, trying to find something to ground yourself as he got closer and closer to your hot core. The image of him between your legs reflected back at you, a gasp escaping your throat as his tongue ran up between your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit, your fingers grasping his hair. His mouth worked expertly against you, his hands gripping your body as if you might disappear, your hips writhing beneath him, grinding yourself on his face, craving more pressure. He obliged, pressing his tongue harder against your soaking core, both of his hands reaching up to hold onto your wrists gently. You could see your skin begin to flush red in the dim lighting, the blood rushing to your head. The room was filled with your breathy gasps intermixing with Bjorn’s deep vibrating moans, sucking gently on your sensitive clit, moving his mouth down to lap at your soaked core, collecting your juices on his tongue, his eyes now looking up at you. His pupils were blown out, his face beet red as he watched you chant his name like a prayer, your body bucking up against him, chasing the release that was beginning to coil inside you. He intertwined his fingers between yours, holding your hands at your sides so he could continue to watch you in the reflection, his nose bumping against your clit with the way he pushed his face into you, slipping his tongue in your fluttering entrance fucking it with the firm muscle. You squeezed his hands, now bending upwards to look at him, amazed by the way he knew your body already without even exploring it, your gasps now growing in volume as your hips began to move involuntarily, your thighs twitching against his neck. His gaze met yours, lust, hunger, and passion burning behind his eyes.

”Please…Please Bjorn.” Was all you managed to get out, as you let your neck hang off the side of the bed again, giving yourself a headrush, the begging encouraging his assertive and meticulous movements, the wetness of his tongue moving in and out of you. Heat crawled up your skin, as your thighs involuntarily closed around his head tightly, your hands squeezing his, the warmth crashing down on you, leaving your entire body trembling. He kept his face against you wanting to get every last drop from you, every bit that you were willing to give over. You relaxed against the mattress moments later, out of breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands untangling from his, as Bjorn lifted his head, placing one final set of kisses against the inside of your thighs. He made his way up the bed slowly, his lips trailing along your body - your stomach, the slight curve of your ribs, the delicate line of your sternum, his rough hands never leaving your skin.

”You’re so beautiful,” He said, his voice a hoarse whisper, his face hovering above yours, your breaths mingling together. His expression was so soft you melted into it, his blue eyes searching yours slowly, your hands coming up to cradle his face, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw.

”Bjorn…” You murmured, your voice trembling, still trying to bring your heart rate down. Your hooded eyes looked at him. You didn’t know what you wanted to say - a thank you, an I love you, something to encourage him to continue to ravage you- nothing felt enough at that point. He leaned down, kissing you slowly, letting the connection deepen as if he was pouring the unspoken words into the intimate moment, your body arching towards him, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands slid from his face to his shoulders, wanting to explore more of his skin.

”Are you okay?” He breathes against your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist to draw him in closer.

”I’m okay.” You whispered, tilting your chin up to kiss him again, as your hands slid down the front of his chest, feeling the faint line of hair below his belly button that led to the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, you undid his belt, teasing him.

”You’re so patient.” You giggled, a smile playing on your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged the zipper down.

“And you…” He countered softly, leaning in towards you, breathing against your mouth “Drive me insane.” He shifted back onto his knees, pushing his jeans and boxer shorts down, kicking them off the side of the bed to join the rest of the abandoned clothes. In the golden light your eyes roamed over him, looking at his already erect cock, the tip red and glistening from the precum. He was huge, there was no denying that, and you were shocked to find out the rumors were actually true.

“Y/n…” He called, drawing your attention back up to his face, a grin appearing on his lips, catching you in the act of admiring him, “See something you like?” He added, his hands on your knees, rubbing them gently with his rough palms. You nodded, spreading your legs for him, his jaw clenching at the sight.

”Christ.” He muttered under his breath, his fingers pressing into your skin, heat pooling behind his ice blue eyes.

“Come here.” You instructed, and without hesitation he leaned down, pressing his palms against the mattress on either side of your head, his body folding over yours. His weight was warm and solid, as his mouth found yours again. The pressure of him made you sigh against his lips, as your hands glided down his back, feeling the tension in the muscles that held him up, his hips grinding towards yours, his cock twitching against the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck I don’t have condoms…” He groaned, realizing he had not restocked on them. You shook your head, pointing to a scar on the back of your arm.

”I have an implant, don’t worry about the condom situation.” The thought of being inside you with no barriers, the feeling of your velvety wet walls gripping his cock almost made him cum right then and there. The fact you trusted him enough to allow him to do that turned him on even more. He leaned forward, taking your bottom lip between his, tangling himself up in you, pulling away.

”Look,” His fingers pressed against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head back so you could look at the reflection, your eyes watching as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, nibbling on your collarbone, the overwhelming stimulation making your heart race. “So perfect.” His breath was hot, and it stuck to your skin, as one hand began to trace the curve of your waist. You reached down between the both of you, your hand wrapping around his cock, feeling desperation as you slid the tip up and down the slick your cunt had produced, gasping as his hips moved forward. In the reflection you could see his head dipping lower, his eyes closing briefly, savoring the moment he slipped between your folds, trying to keep himself steady so you could adjust to his size.

“Bjorn.” You whined, “Please…” Was all you could get out, his focus coming up to you, his free hand cupping your cheek.

”I’ve got you…” He whispered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your heart clenched at the softness of his voice, the hand on your waist trailing down to hold your thigh up against his torso. You swallowed hard, your hands sliding up his chest, his heart beating against your palm, “Look at how good you take me.” He complimented, his hips moving slowly towards yours. In the reflection it was as if you were seeing yourself through his eyes, watching the way you writhed beneath him as he stretched you out slowly. He slid his thumb into your mouth, dragging the saliva down your chin, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, your tongues battling for dominance, taking the opportunity to swallow your gasps as he pushed fully into you, bottoming out, your nails scraping down his back at the stretch. Bjorn hissed softly at the sensation, but the look in his eyes was welcoming. The both of you stilled for a moment, wanting to adjust to the new feeling of being so close together.

”Breathe with me.” He instructed, his forehead resting against yours, his hand finding yours, threading your fingers together. You did as you were told, breathing deeply, relaxing into him. Slowly, he began to move his hips, watching your reaction to gauge what made you feel good, trying to memorize it.

”Every part of you….Feels so good.” You whimper, arching into the thrusts. Your words sunk deep into him as his hips snapped forward rhythmically, finding a pace that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. He held your neck, helping you shift down the bed so you had more support for your head, so the both of you can look into each other's eyes. The quiet groans he made mingled with the sounds that escaped your lips filling the air between you, his forehead meeting yours.

“You’re so fucking perfect y/n.” Your cheeks burned at his words, his tone stealing the breath from your lungs as he held you closely, his body moving with such a gentle force it made your head spin. His arm slid behind your neck, propping you up, his lips pressing against your temple, his thrusts slowing down and getting deeper. A knot coiled low in your stomach, another orgasm building in you, the wetness now audible in the room. Your eyes fluttered shut, allowing your body to give into him, his urgent and tender movements burning for you.

”Bjorn…I-.” He held your cheek,

”I know, I got you…Let yourself go.” He continued to thrust into you, your walls tightening around him, whimpering at the overstimulation, his forehead meeting yours as his movements and breathing became ragged, his cock sinking into you just a little more deeper before he stilled above you, warmth filling your tight pussy, his hand squeezing yours. The world outside of his room felt far away in that moment- absolutely insignificant to what you had both done. All that mattered was being with him, entangled on top of the sheets, holding each other as you came down from the high. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, the both of you letting out a content sigh together, savoring the afterglow. He looked down at you, a quiet affection playing behind his blown out pupils.

”You’re incredible.” He whispered softly, his voice was tender, “I never want to forget this.” You smiled at his words.

”I don’t think I could forget it even if I tried.” You replied back, the both of you giggling together, settling down a bit, legs entwining together, feeling him soften inside you, but keeping him inside.

”Stay the night?” He asked, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

”I was planning to.” You responded, a lazy smile engraved on your lips, letting your body relax against his, your hands still tracing along every inch of his skin, knowing that it was just the start of something new.

[trendywaifus]

I've been dealing with the worst headaches ever for the past few weeks (the garbo ones that make you throw up)

And I also have been mildly irked by the lack of Marcher x Fem!Reader fics, so

🙏I wanna request March 7th comfort fic.

I feel like she's not very popular because she's a silly bonky-wonky loudmouth that just says what's on her mind rather than being all domineering and mysterious (like how Kafka, or Arlecchino might be portrayed), or hiding it because they don't want to stress you out (like how Robin might).

So anyways, I was curious how March comforts Fem!Reader after like, a really awful day.

It can be SFW, or not.

Hope you have a good day, Trendy :>

nah i made this a little different just for you and your stupid headaches! they suck ass! I’ve been having those type of headaches for the past weeks too. and march is underrated, I prefer to date her than kafka and the others cus at least she’s an open book😭. I hope your weeks been getting better, bud.

despite being in space, it feels like you’ve stayed in your cabin all morning. a pained groan rumbles in your throat as you turn in bed, series of sharp pains bouncing off the walls of your skull. you feel terrible, absolutely terrible. waking up with a migraine and not being able to get out of bed to even go to the bathroom sucks. everyone is probably at the dining hall eating breakfast. you let in a deep breath then exhale, mustering the mental strength to lift your aching head from the feathery pillow. “ up we go—ow ow. . “ as soon as you sat up, you dropped back down in pain. your stomach churns as defeat kicks in.

“ damn, should i text march to come and bring me a bottled water and pain pills? hopefully she’s on her way here since i’m missing breakfast. “

luckily your speculation was right as your cabin door slides open and your girlfriend strolls in. her gaze immediately locks onto you laying down on the bed. “ babe, you’re still sleeping? everyone’s waiting, come eat! “

you groan and march’s brows raise with concern. “ march. .headache. . “ you mutter, looking at her with pleading eyes. she gives you a sympathy look as she walks over to your bed and sits on your bedside. “ aww, sweetie, “ her digits brush the hair away from your eyes, “ do you need me to get you some pain pills? i’ll bring your plate to you too. “ you smile at her, grasping her wrist and softly squeezed.

“ please. but can i lay on your chest while you massage my head first? you’re great with massages so let’s see if you can help me. “

she looks a little hesitant but she nods with a smile. “ i don’t know if this is a poor excuse to cuddle me or not but okay. only for a little though! i gotta get you some pain pills and breakfast because i hate how exhausted you look right now. now scoot scoot. “

you give her as much space as you can without triggering a sharp pain in your head. she slides in bed and the soft scent of cherry perfume wafts against your nose. “ c’mere you. “ march helps you move on top of her and settle. you nuzzle into her chest while she loops an arm around your waist and starts getting to work with massaging your head. her manicured fingers gingerly graze your scalp, almost instantly sending warm shivers up your spine. “ i’m so lucky that you’re my girl. “ you mutter into her shirt, closing your eyes to the soothing sensation of her head massage.

you hear her playfully huff, “ sweetie that’s sweet n’ all but, but i’m worried that this won’t work. i’m not exactly a miracle worker, y’know. “

“ hm, you are to me, “ you mutter, the aches are of course still there, but you like to believe that your girlfriend’s fingers are helping you relax. “ even if you don’t think so, marchie. “

what you don’t see is her warm smile and dusty pink cheeks. what you do feel is her smiling lips planting a tender kiss against your temple.

[catgirlspirals]

Underrated hypnosis thing: hypnotic perfume.

You’re cuddling with your domme, and she just smells so good that you find yourself being lulled into a trance as she softly whispers suggestions in your ear.

You’re at a party, standing in the corner awkwardly, when a tall, gorgeous woman walks up to you and strikes up a conversation. She’s so pretty and she smells so sweet and you’re so flustered that you don’t even notice as she presses closer to you, forcing you into the corner where the scent of her perfume is even more overwhelming. You don’t even notice as everyone else leaves, leaving you and her alone. You don’t even notice as her words shift from the small talk you’d been making to commands and suggestions, conditioning you into a perfect little plaything for her.

You’re in a department store near closing time, walking past the perfume counter, when one of the saleswomen sprays some perfume right in your face. Unthinkingly, you inhale, and your brain immediately starts to slow down. It’s the loveliest fragrance you’ve ever smelled, sweet and a little floral, with notes of something you can’t quite place. You turn to ask her what it is, but before you can even open your mouth she’s sprayed another puff of the perfume into your face. Your mind goes blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the scent and a sudden wave of lust, and that’s all the opportunity she needs. She sprays out a dozen or so more puffs of the perfume, filling the air with a faint pink cloud. You’ve figured out what’s going on at this point, and you know you should stop breathing it in… but it just smells so good. As she reaches out and runs her hand over your cheek, you inhale sharply… and in that moment you’re lost. Nothing in your head but the sweet, fragrant pink fog swirling around you and the unbearable neediness that makes even the slightest touch an explosion of pleasure. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you out to her car, spritzing you with more of her perfume along the way to make sure you stay docile and pliant. She buckles you into the passenger’s seat (you’re too far gone to do it yourself) and takes a surgical mask and a pair of headphones from the glove compartment. She sprays more perfume into the mask, making sure it’s saturated, and puts it on your face. Then she slips the headphones over your ears. As you drive, you hear the sound of your new mistress’s voice coming through the headphones. You can’t consciously make out any of the words, but that’s ok. Your subconscious is taking them all in. By the time you get to her house, you’re already deeply conditioned to worship and obey her. Come the next morning, you won’t be able to remember a life without her. By the end of the month, you’ll be on a flight with her to a new home where nobody will ever find you— and if she takes advantage of the long flight and close quarters to turn a few other passengers into new adoring slaves, you’ll be right there, already drenched in her special perfume, to help her lure them in.

I mean, just… god.

[renhanaschewtoy]

Personal Possession

[[okay first little random bit that popped into my mind, getting the cobwebs off writing. Idk]]

You'd been good.

So good.

Or as good as you figured you could be.

It could be worse, you choose to believe that. Frankly, you need to. You remind yourself that Ren, while occasionally some unpredictable, treated you well. You were fed home cooked meals, something you didn't always even give yourself. He usually tries to accommodate you unless he had a particular rhyme or reason stuck in him that he deemed better. You were clean, you were healthy aside from the occasional zap, the accident with the nail gun seemed so far away but the passage of time was blurry.

Which lead you to where you were currently, settled on the couch with your usual accoutrements of the ankle shackle and collar while Ren was out. To your apartment. He'd taken your keys, asked you for your address, and a list in hand.

He'd seemed so excited, so happy, to do this for you. Asking you to make a list of what you'd like him to bring for you. And you knew better- you knew damn well than to try and pull anything. So you wrote down a few sentimental pieces and where they would be, your favorite personal cafe products, some of your clothes...you don't entirely remember it all. You were too preoccupied conveying how grateful you were to him, how thoughtful and considerate he was being, peppering him with cooed words of praise.

You had learned what he liked, so when Ren would lean in- you would bend. Maybe you were broken, maybe you were conditioned. Did it matter at this point? This was your life now and for better or worse, Ren had sunk his claws in you. In more ways than one, but you loved him.

This was love.

Something something manifesting, something something speak it into existence or whatever.

×××

He wanted to provide for you. That's what men did. What lovers did. But even he had to carve his own way, be it literally or otherwise. Your so soft skin was a beautiful testament to that. But Ren wanted to reward you. Gentle, polite, soft, oh so sweet you. That perhaps some tokens of your own might comfort you more. After all, he had promised that he would adjust the bedroom more to your taste.

The thought of planning and renovating the room together brought a warmth of domestic bliss into Ren's chest. His lips curled into a grin as he twisted the key into your apartment. He was quick but he savored it a little- the smell of you everywhere, the way you decorate, the things you like and collected over the years...but better things now. New things going forward.

Quickly he rummages about your bedroom and bathroom. Taking products from your shower, the same enticing smells that were on your skin when you first met. Your skincare, so he would know what to get for you going forward. Even a couple articles of your clothing and a bottle of your perfume/cologne. He can't help but sniff a little a twitch of his sensitive nose as Ren swoons. Things will be better now, you'll feel more comfortable in your new home.

He takes such good care of you, he's been so sweet on you, and you've responded so good to your training.

Pausing at the door of what used to be your room, he can't help but smirk at the well loved stuffed fox on your bed. "How cute..." He murmurs to himself, striding to stuff it in the bag with the rest of his things. Ren knew he'd gotten so lucky, to say you were a jackpot was underrated with this little token.

This was something written in the stars.

Ren absconds from your apartment, locking the door littered with notices of your pending eviction without so much as a second glance. After all, you wouldn't need it anymore. Not when you had him. He was all you needed now.

×××

You jolted slightly hearing the door unlock, open, then shut. A soft rustling of fur and canvas, signalling Ren being home and no longer needed to hide his ears or tail. You shifted to sit upright at attention as Ren padded into the living room with a wide grin.

"Miss me?" He teases playfully, though he's clearly pleased with himself it's clear he's pleased with you as well.

"Always." The words leave your lips so easily, you barely have to think about it. And really? You did. You'd grown to like the comfort of him curled against you, late night anime marathons, even the sex. Maybe you'd always had a deep chasm of loneliness in you, maybe this was...okay. Things could change, in time. People too. Maybe it wouldn't always be this way. You hoped. But there was always the voice in the back of your head, Ren's voice, purring "If you're good~."

"Mmm...you're so cute." Ren croons in reply, preening as he settles on the couch next to you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck affectionately. A gesture you return as you shift your head to snuggle against him in kind. His hand reaches for your face, tilting your jaw just so that he can slot his lips against yours. You can feel his grin against your lips and he hums approvingly into your mouth as your eyes slip closed. Ren parts from you, thumb brushing over your lower lip in pause, seemingly in thought that you don't interrupt. "Here, I brought you some presents." He withdraws to pull the duffle bag onto your lap.

You bite your tongue for a moment, a witty remark that if they're already yours they aren't really gifts. But you're not there yet. Yet. For now, you are grateful for some of your own creature comforts. Your own belongings. Things you own rather than being a possession yourself. But you chastise yourself for the brief thought. Your eyes glance at Ren as if for permission to open the bag or if he would rather make a show of it himself. You're met with that same warm smile he gives you, the one that lets you know it's okay.

The sound of the zipper seems incredibly loud in the silent house. You peeled back the flap and the reaction was nearly immediate. It was as if you'd been shocked from the collar but different. Ren's brows furrow and his confident smile begins to wane as your breathing becomes shaky and tears begin to head your lashes. His clawed fingers twitched for a moment as you began to hiccup and cry as you slowly pull out each of your things.

Were you ungrateful??

Ren had gotten almost everything that you wanted!

He was rewarding you!

He was-

"...Thank you!" Your sob is soft but your words, god- Ren doesn't know if he's heard that tone from you before but fuck if he doesn't love it. "Thank you so much...thank you...thank you, Ren." And suddenly your arms are around him, shuddering sobs and little sniffles as you bury your face in his shoulder, embracing him. The earlier thoughts melt away almost immediately as his arms encircle your middle and he leans into your affections with an almost dreamy smile over his lips. There you were, his good pet, his sweet darling.

"You're welcome...I wanted to do this for you. Make you feel more...at home." Ren murmurs into your hair, dragging his claws along your back in a soothing manner as he allows you this. "...I didn't know you liked foxes so much...lucky us, huh?" Ren can't help but squeeze you as you give an almost bashful choked laugh. The plush you'd had since you were a kid, looked up at you from the bag through the little beaded eyes.

"Y-Yeah..." You reply, wiping at your eyes with the heels of your hands, not that the action deters Ren any from shifting to lean into you and rest his head on your chest. You move to fall back on the cushions as he gently replaced the bag on the floor to lay atop you in contentment. "Lucky us." You parrot back, with a sniffle and idly stroke his velvety ears the way Ren likes, the telltale purr reverberating in his chest against you.

"But I'm your favorite." It isn't a hopeful, cute ask - it's a statement of fact from Ren.

"Always." Is the same reply as the melodic intro music of Sailor Moon begins to waft through the living room.

[ierr]

⇝ 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈 fluff, angst to comfort, BIG SOFTIE NANAMI 😔, crying, lots of crying.

⇝ 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 you get left from you “date” so you have no other choice but to call your best friend..

⇝ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 heyyy | (• ◡•)|,, been awhile since I updated but wanted to write something for the underrated trio 🙏, to be honest I’m not really proud of this one but since I haven’t updated In awhile I just went with It. hope you guys enjoyyy.

❝ 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻 ! ❞ 𝑮𝑶𝑱𝑶 𝑺, 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺, 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲.

☽｡⋆ 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 you stood there, In the cold with arms wrapped around your side as you looked down feeling embarrassed. the previous tears you've shed were dried up, feeling empty and numb hearing the car turn off and a door opening. you wanted to look at him, but you couldn't, by the heavy and fast pace footsteps you could tell he was In middle of something when you called. feeling bad already enough, you felt more tears start to water In your eyes. when he warned you about this guy you knew you should've listened to him Instead of arguing with him. If you would have just listened and not been so stubborn you wouldn't be here shivering with half your makeup off your face, mascara stains on your cheeks, and the bit of foundation coming off, you looked a mess.

when satoru got that call from you, balling your eyes out he Instantly knew what happened, asking no questions going to pick you up. he wanted to tell you 'told you so!.' but by the way you were looking you were hurt so he didn't, he eyes softened with a small sigh taking off his work jacket, walking towards your stiff body wrapping you around It, pulling you Into his arms not carrying If you were wet. when you smelt his familiar perfume and slight bigger arms wrap around you, you started to break down, gripping his work shirt hiding your face. your soft whimpers and sniffles were being heard as satoru  rubbed his hand on your lower back, with his chin on your head saying nothing but sweet words to calm you down.

you had just gotten left by your suppose date, after the worst experience you've been through. the date was already a red flag when you seen how he acted with the waitress In front of you, how he was dry during conversations, brushing off anything you've tried to conversate with him and him being absolutely rude and insulting. after the dinner, he didn't even pay any mind of how he acted and to top It all of he left! he was your only ride to get back home considering you and satoru were still mad at each other for the other day, paying for the whole dinner getting left, standing their like an idiot. at that point you had no other choice but to call him..you didn't expect satoru to show up as he did. expecting he was going to Ignore you like he was the past couple of days but when he picked up you couldn't help but burst Into tears asking If he can come get you. and now.

here he Is.

arms wrapped around you, with his jacket on your arms to keep you warm, calming you down. you both stood there for a little awhile starting to calm down some, taking deep breathes In and deep breathes out, when satoru felt as you were relaxed he pulled back lifting your face to look at him. he felt pissed. how could some dude treat a women like this? his grip on your face tightened a little, your make up was ruined, your eyes were all watery and red from the crying, hair a mess..he could really punch the crap out of the guy If he could find him but In this moment he only cared about you. you tried to pull your face away from his hand getting self conscious about how you look right now but he only kept you there, looking at you with soft eyes. there was no more anger or pettiness It was just soft gentle blue eyes staring Into your e/c ones, again you started to feel your eyes water, tears coming down your cheek but before they could he used his thumb to wipe them away, "stop." he mumbled, "stop crying. he's not worth your tears sweetheart," he said with a gentle voice wiping away every tear that fell, he had to admit you looked so pretty when you cried.

weird thing to say but It was the truth. you looked so beautiful even right now, you didn't say anything but just placed your head back on his chest holding him like he was going to leave nodding your head, "you're right.." you whispered with. small voice clenching your hands on his shirt, satoru sighed once more holding you. "let's go back to my place yeah?."

-

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when you looked at the time you hadn’t realize how long you've been up for. you could only sigh In disappointment, reaching for the towel to dry yourself off, once you two got back to satoru's apartment he gave you spare clothes of his to change Into and a towel for you to take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. the warm water relaxed your tense and cold muscles, groaning from the warmth washing off all the dirty off your body. when you were done drying off, putting on spare undies you carry around with you, sliding on the sweatpants and hoodie you could Instantly smell him. satoru's smell always comforted you when you were In a bad state and right now..you needed this. you grabbed the wet dress and everything off the floor, leaving the bathroom towards the living room. satoru was on the couch with the tv on low scrolling through his phone but when he heard your small footsteps he turned his head to face you, "where should I put these..?" you asked, satoru pointed at the laundry room, "jus put them with the dirty clothes, I'll wash em tomorrow." you nodded your head doing what he said.

when you came back, satoru was In the kitchen pouring himself a small glass of whiskey with a stress look, he looked upset. you wanted to ask what was wrong but you were Interrupted by him, "did you eat?." you nodded your head hugging yourself, "yes." he nodded his head, downing the small glass facing you again, "you tired?." again you nodded your head mumbling a small yes looking away, you don't know why It's so awkward but you guys haven't spoke for a week. It was weird. satoru hummed, placing the glass In his sink walking towards you to lead you to his room. "you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." you didn't want to be alone after what happened, when you seen him reach for a pillow you grabbed his hand holding It with a tight grip, shooting his head up to look at you, "what's wrong?." "..I don't wanna be alone." you mumbled tightening your grip afraid he was going to let go, satoru felt the pressure In his hand looking down at your hand holding his with a small smile. "I'll be In here soon, let me go change and I'll be right back."

after satoru changed into something more comfortable, he laid In bed with you, Instantly going to cuddle him feeling warmth engulf your own, arms wrapped around his body. head In the crook of his neck, he caressed his thumb along your waist feeling your soft breathes die down to sleeplessness ones sighing, no matter how hard he tried to stay mad at you he couldn't. he cared about you so damn much he couldn't stay mad for too long, you were stubborn. he was stubborn, you guys were just a like which made you two Instantly click. he just wished you had better picks for men..maybe even him..? ugh. what am I talking about. she'll never go for someone like me..satoru huffed to himself shaking out the thought of you guys ever being together tightening his grip around you pulling you closer. but he couldn't help but have the thought.

maybe one day she will.

☽｡⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 he was surprised to see your number dialing his at this time of night, 10:45 to be exact picking up his phone to see your contact popped up, 'y/n Is calling' his eyebrows furrowed with confusion, swiping right to answer. when you seen the call go through you couldn't help but shake on your words, "this better be Important." you could hear the hint of annoyance In his voice, "s-suguru .." Is all you could get out biting back obvious tears but the way your voice became weak and shaky he sat up quick, "hey, what's wrong?." his gentle voice spoke, hugging yourself as you looked down at the concrete floor, "can y-you come get me please.." by the sound of ruffling and keys being heard behind the phone he hummed, "send me your location."

after what seemed like a minute, you heard the familiar engine pull up In the parking lot, looking up to see suguru stepping out the car with a worried look. when you saw him you couldn't help but feel tears swell up again, you stood up to do the walk of shame towards him, feeling his arms hug you as you Instantly started to break down crying. "what's wrong? what happened?." he asked with a worried voice feeling your body shake lightly from the heavy tears that spilt, you tried to speak about what happened but It was drowned by whimpers and mumbles, he couldn't understand what you were trying to say. not knowing what to do he rubbed your back up and down closing his eyes to focus on you. your head was on the crook of his necks feeling wetness on his neck but he didn't care at the moment. he only cared about you. your grip around him tightened, holding him close to you as possible trying to calm yourself down.

being In suguru's arms always calmed you down during overwhelming situations like this, his warm arms wrapped around your cold body leaning Into him more. your legs felt weak, you felt drained, you felt as If you were gonna pass out any minute now from all the crying you did before he got here. you clenched your fists on his shirt one last time before you felt your body completely shut down, suguru felt you go weak Into his arms, eyes widening as he caught you. you were out cold, sound asleep with shallow breathes. he could only sigh lifting you up bridal style, walking to his car, never In a million years would he ever see you this low because of a guy. your beautiful face was ruined by tears because of this guy, he clicked his tounge tightening his grip on you feeling himself get angry. he knew from the gut that something like this was gonna happen, he hated to be mean but your choices of men are quit questionable.

he clicked his tongue shaking his head focusing on you. he couldn't take you home, because he didn't wanna leave you alone so his choice was to bring his to his house.

-

when you guys got to his apartment, the first thing he did was get you out the dress you had on, replacing It with one of his hoodies and sweat pants. after that he laid you In his bed, going Into the bathroom to take a shower before laying down with you. you were sleeping soundlessly, clenching one of his pillows as your eyebrows furrowed burrowing your head deeper Into the sheets, he smiled. you were so cute. he could definitely treat you better then that asshole, but shaking off the thought he went to take his shower. 15 minutes go by and the water turns off, with a wet suguru stepping ontop of the mat getting his towel to dry himself off. when he got done drying himself off he wrapped the towel around his waist, walking out the bathroom to his closet to pick out night wear, he grabbed a pair of boxers and pj pants. you wouldn't mind him sleeping shirtless right? he thought shrugging to himself, walking out the closet to his bed.

you were still knocked out. you were really tired. he sighed walking to his bed to get underneath the covers Instantly wrapping his arms around you pulling you close to his chest. you shifted at the new warmth, moving your head a little to smell his comforting scent sighing to yourself moving closer to his warmth. he smelt so good. suguru tensed a bit feeling your head In the crook of his neck, sighing with shaky breathes practically feeling your lips on his sensitive skin. he hugged you closer, letting his warmth engulf Into your own caressing his thumb along your waist line breathing In sharply. you really didn't deserve what happened to you..he hated seeing you like this especially over some asshole...he just wished you picked someone more better. like gojo! ... well..

or even him.

☽｡⋆ 𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 It was 1am when you came bomb rushing to his door. heavy but weak knocks woke him up out of his slumber, yawning as he walked to his door. he rubbed his face with his hand using his free one to open It to reveal you standing there awkwardly, nanami squinted his eyes with furrowed eyebrows. "what are you doing here so late?." he asked with a short grumble after but eyes froze on you, you looked different? the last time he saw you was hours ago when you had gotten ready at his place for your 'date'. he now realized the guy you were going on a date with was supposed to drop you off..but you looked soaked and tired, holding your heels In your hand with Irritated feet. "k-kento.." you spoke with a soft whine feeling tears start to come back, before he could let you he pulled you Into his arms hiding your face In his chest, rubbing your back up and down with soothing words. "calm down and tell me what happened." you started from the beginning to the end. It all started off great..

you guys were laughing, enjoying yourselves till someone had showed up and everything went down hill. It was a lady with long beautiful black hair, pale skin and what looked like to be an expensive dress she had on, she was a little touchy and flirty with your date expecting him to tell her to back off but he didn't..? you sat there awkwardly twitting with your fingers as you just heard and saw what they were doing. you didn't make an attempt to say anything, too shy to do so. after what seemed like forever she whispered something Into his ear before walking away, you looked up to see the women had walked away opening your mouth to say something to him but he stood up excusing himself running off to somewhere. with her. but like an idiot you thought otherwise and just waited, and waited..but he didn't come back. when you walked outside to see If his car was there It wasn't. you got left.

when you ended the story, you were weak In nanami’s arms, gripping his shirt like your life depended on It shaking from the cold and crying you did. nanami sighed but held you close, knowing this would have happened. the guy gave off a weird energy when he was with other girls, but you being oblivious didn't catch that hint till tonight. that asshole made a lady walk In the rain.. you continued to sniffle and blank out starting to feel tired from the miles walk you did to get to his house, body going weak with shallow breaths. nanami noticed you go weak Into his arms tightening his grip around you avoiding letting you fall, he softly lifted your body up, bridal style carrying you to the bathroom. "I hate to do this but you have to wake up sweetheart." he shook you, placing you on the counter but you tightened your grip around his neck keeping him from moving. he sighed placing his hand around your wrist pulling you off him, "you have to wash up..you need warmth. your body Is cold and you're wet. you’ll get sick," again you groaned, opening your eyes even though you didn't, "okay.." you said quietly pulling yourself off the counter to turn on the shower.

nanami gave a small smile leaving some pj pants and a shirt on the counter for you, going to his room waiting for you. 20 minutes have passed by, nanami was organizing his book shelf till the bathroom door opened revealing you, you looked so drained. nanami raised his attention towards you, setting down the book In his hand, walking towards you. "you okay?." he whispered taking your dirty clothes out of your hand throwing It with the rest of his dirty clothes, nodding your head, taking a step forward to hug him. nanami didn't go against It but hugged you back rubbing his hand up and down your back. your grip around him tightened a bit not wanting to let him go. you felt so...off. weird. drained. never has this happened to you before, where a guy would just..leave you like that.

nanami breathed In and out, moving his hand down your back to your legs picking you up to carry you to his bed. you didn't mind It though just holding him. he's never seen you act like this before, you were clingy yeah but never this clingy..you were hurt. he can tell. he sighed setting you down on his bed unwrapping your arms from him seeing you Instantly sulk Into the bed sheets falling asleep. even so you still looked so beautiful as ever, "he didn't deserve you."

but maybe.. I do?.