#vanilla wiper

[syrinq]

me going on a filtered tag spree to yeet the most popular polls into the sun, 'cause they are the most useless gimmicky once-funny-now-not character tournament polls ever

[sunlightmurdock]

Can I request from the cozy list ⋆ cuddling under a blanket and ⋆ lazy days in with Jake? With a cozy vibe please and thank you.

Five More Minutes | Jake Seresin

spooktober masterlist

synopsis: Jake takes a moment to remind himself of how glad he is to be home

warnings: mentions of loneliness on deployment, i guess. Other than that, none.

Rain beats along the glass, droplets racing each other towards the wipers. There’s a lump in his throat and the finishing chords of a Red Hot Chilli Peppers song on the radio. It’s a dark and dreary late October, and there’s a lot on his mind. 

Jake Seresin has spent sixty-five percent of the last four years away from home. He’s still getting used to the routine that comes with this new assignment. Early starts, sure — but there’s security. There are days like today, where he gets to park his truck in his own damn driveway and listen to the end of his favourite song.

He scrubs a hand over his clean-shaven jaw and looks towards the front window of his home, thinking of what he gets next. He gets to walk through his front door and follow the sound of a movie, searching room to room until he finds what he’s looking for. You.

“Well, don’t you look cozy.” 

Breaking away from the opening credits of your movie, you turn your attention to the doorway and blink. Your brows knit together as you start to feel around for your phone. He’s not due to be home for hours.  

Standing in his uniform, looking every bit as edible as he usually does, your fiancé offers you an amused smile. He raps his knuckles against the wooden doorframe as he wanders into the living room.

Droplets of rain leave spots of darkness on his khaki shirt, his hair a little damp, his boots left neatly by the front door. The rain picks up, whistling against the windows, a heavy storm rolling in from over the ocean.

You hadn’t even heard his truck pull onto the driveway over the sound of the rain hitting the windows and the TV playing.

He sees the confusion on your face.

“Got sent home. Shit weather, bunch of guys couldn’t make it in and everybody’s grounded.” His first point of call is to lean over and press his lips to your forehead, just like he had when he had left for work in the early hours of this morning, while you had still been curled up in your shared bed. 

Jake’s new assignment means that he has to be on base pretty much by the time the sun is rising. He hadn’t ever struggled to get up early, until it had meant leaving you in bed by yourself.

Smiling now, he takes advantage of the way you’re curled onto your side and smooths a hand over your ass, giving it a soft squeeze as he peeks over his shoulder towards the television.

“What are you watching?”

“Hocus Pocus. I was going to have a movie day.”

The house smells like vanilla and sugar, candles burning and casting a soft orange hue across the living room. It’s a nice day for it, and Jake can’t remember the last time he had gotten to lay around and do nothing. 

“You can still have your movie day, sweetheart.” He murmurs, patting your thigh softly as he stands back up. “You mind if I join?”

You peer up at him, brows raised. “You want to?”

“Of course I do, don’t pause the movie — I’ll be right back.”

It’s borderline unfair that he comes back in your favourite of his pairs of gray sweatpants, and the best fitting of his white t-shirts.

“Scootch.” Patting your thighs, he maneuvers over you and twists himself around until he can lay comfortably behind you. Draping one arm over your middle and the other under your head, he presses himself against your back.

You turn your face towards his outstretched wrist, breathing in the smoky scent of his lingering cologne. 

He wriggles, settling his head against the mass of throw pillows that you like to fill this couch with. It almost makes your lips quirk. He complained in the store but he seems pretty happy with them now.

He has spent plenty of time on old ships that rattle and groan, smelling like nothing but rust and harsh chemicals. Plenty of time sleeping in rooms by himself, reading every book he can get his hands on, pressing his pillow over his head to block out the sound of a dozen men snoring.

It’s easy to forget.

Since he got home, he has really thrown himself into his work. Leaving early, getting home late. Sitting in planes with the weight of the world dragging against him, or stiff office chairs, or benches in locker rooms. 

His body thanks him as he eases into all those damn throw pillows, pulling your body against him to feel your weight against his. Anchoring you to him by tightening his hold, closing his eyes — just for a moment.

“‘M glad you’re home.” Your lips brush against his wrist as his other arm gives your middle an affectionate squeeze. He watches as you adjust your blanket to cover him too, squeezing closer to fit the both of you under it. 

“Me too.” He mumbles, his throat dry. He presses a soft, slow kiss to your clothed shoulder and then rests his chin against it. 

Those scented candles flicker around him, the movie hums on, and your heart beats steadily against his chest. Man, he’s glad to be home. 

[calypsocolada]

how they kissed you for the first time... ft. tecchou, kunikida, dazai, sigma

cw: none, mostly fluff :)

wc: 2.6k

He’d been watching your reactions as you ate. You stayed pleasant, a soft smile on your face as you tried the food he prepared for you. Vanilla ice cream mixed with mashed potatoes. It was disgusting to say the least. Tecchou had a thing about like colored foods. Apples with hot sauce, carrots and sherbert. It was a whole thing and frankly you found it kind of endearing. He was always excited for you to try new stuff he put together and not everything had been a complete disaster. You swallowed the mashed potatoes and ice cream and forced a smile. It was strange tasting. 

“Wow, you’ve outdone yourself this time.” You said, reaching for another bite but Tecchou stops your hand. 

“You don’t like it.” He said, gently pulling the bowl away from you. 

“What? No, I like it.” You say but Tecchou just smiles warmly, shaking his head. 

“I can tell, it’s okay, I'll try harder next time.” You bite your lip, feeling slightly guilty. Tecchou runs a hand through your hair, turning you to face him. Your stomach bottoms out at the touch. He was always very professional with you. You had a crush on him the moment you met him but didn’t think it would ever go anywhere. Tecchou leaned down and to your surprise pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You freeze, unsure this was really happening. When he pulls away you stare at him stunned. 

“Tecchou?” You ask as he smiles. 

“I’ll make you something else to eat.” He says, kissing you again.

You stamped another one of Kunikida’s reports, depositing it in the correct slot as you stretched. It’d been a long day. Dazai’s assistant had the week off so you were taking care of both boys and while Kunikida looks after you and keeps his reports spotless Dazai was the complete opposite. You had to fix nearly everyone that he wrote today. Which caused you to have to stay two hours later than usual. You pack up your things quietly, the only light in the office coming from the meeting room. You poke your head in there, Kunikida was sat near the white board working diligently. 

“Hey I’m heading out.” You say as he looks up, confused slightly. 

“I didn’t know you were still here.” He says, setting his pen down to give you his full attention. You sighed slightly. 

“Had to fix Dazai’s reports.” He nods his head in understanding before glancing out the window. It was dark out. 

“You’re not walking are you?” He asks as you nod your head. 

“Too late for the bus, I’ll be okay.” You say but he shakes his head. Closing the folder he was working on. 

“I’ll give you a ride.” He says as you shake your head. 

“You don’t have to do that sir, really I’ll be alright.” You say but he stands and pays no attention to your protests. 

“It’s fine dear, let’s go.” He says softly, grabbing his keys. 

“Are you sure?” You ask as he nods his head. 

The ride back to your house was comfortably quiet. It was softly raining outside, padding against the windshield as the wipers swiped back and forth. You shiver in your seat slightly as Kunikida noticed you move. 

“Cold?” He asks and before you can answer he’s pulling off his jacket to give to you. You thank him and drape the jacket over your body. “I’ll be sure to talk to Dazai tomorrow so that you’re not stuck working later than need be.” 

“I don’t mind.” You saw softly as Kunikida pushes his glasses up shaking his head. 

“I’ll mind for you.” He says, you look over at him. His endless seriousness. You smile. He was always looking out for you. He pulls into your apartment complex as you gather up your things. He parks and switches off the car. You look at him quizzically. “I’ll walk you up.” He says, grabbing some of your things to carry for you. Walking up to your apartment you shake the rain from your hair. 

“Thank you again, I promise next time if I work late I’ll have someone pick me up.”

“No need, it’s easier if I drive you.” He says as you shoot an amused look over your shoulder at him. 

“Easier for you? You love the opposite direction.”

“Easier on my mind. To know your home safe.” He says and your heart melts in your chest. You remember the time the agency had been raided, you hadn’t gone in that day for some reason and when Kunikida thought you’d been hurt he about lost his mind. You felt terribly about it but it also made you feel warm. To know he cared so much. You just wished it was more but he was so professional he’d probably never make a move on you. Once at your door you unlock it and Kunikida pushes it open for you. Inside you set your stuff on the table. 

“You want a coffee or something?” You ask. 

“May I kiss you?” He asks and to be honest you didn’t even comprehend his question before mindlessly answering. 

“Sure.” Because for some reason you thought he answered your question about coffee. A simple misunderstanding. Kunikida’s hand softly slides against your cheek as he pulls you into him and presses a kiss to your lips. You jolt, caught off guard as he pulls back. For a split second you two look at each other before you flushed violently. 

“You just kissed me.” You say dumbfoundedly. 

“I’m aware.” He says. “Was it okay?”

“Uhm, yea. Do you like me?” You ask, thoroughly confused. He looks at you like you were the crazy one. 

“Very much, it’s affecting my focus.” He says. You stare at him as your mind processes the moment. Him kissing you, him affirming his feelings for you. You needed a longer kiss. You gently grabbed the front of his shirt. 

“Kiss me like you mean it this time.” You say as though resting some hypothesis. Kunikida raises his brows. He reaches and takes off his glasses before turning back to you. He gently grasps your hip, pulling you into him, other hand sliding against your cheek. His lips meet yours and it seems your words awoke something in him because he kisses you hard this time.

Infuriating man. You were gone for a week on vacation and came back to your desk a mess. It seems Dazai took the liberty of making various origami animals out of your important documents. You practically growl in anger, pushing out of your chair. You stomp towards Kunikida’s assistant. 

“Where’s Dazai?” 

“He’s working a case but he should be back soon, is something the matter?” She asks as you grind your teeth together. 

“Aside from working under a child, no, nothings the matter.” You growl spinning around as the other assistant giggles behind you. 

You take care unraveling the documents and straightening them back out. Fifteen minutes pass before the front door opens and the man of the hour strolls inside. His eyes find yours and his entire face lights up. 

“Darling! You’re finally back!” He says excitedly. You pointedly turn away from him, back to your desk. You hear him walk over. “Something the matter?”

“Yes! You!” You snap in a hushed whisper. “These documents are important and you made stupid cranes out of them.”

“Oh dear, relax. Here,” he reaches for something on his desk and hands it to you. You snatch it from him. “I made copies.” He says as you look through the perfectly straight papers. You sigh heavily and crumple up the other papers, tossing it at him. 

“I had a great vacation and you’re ruining my first day back.” You say, turning away from him again. 

“Geez, I made all those for you and you toss them away, be still my heart.” He croons. 

“Be still your lips.” You retort. “I need quiet to go over your reports.” 

“Let’s go get some coffee.”

“Did you not hear what I said?” You ask sharply as Dazai leans against your desk. Clearly craving your attention, he always craved your attention. Like some touch starved animal with no self control. 

“I heard,” he says, cocking his head to look down at you. “But I want coffee and I need them to write the reports.”

“You haven’t even written them yet?” You jolt, turning to look at him. He pushes off your desk and dawdles towards the door. “Dazai? Please tell me you’re joking.” You call after him as he slips out into the hallway. You shove away from your desk and practically run after him.

He’s halfway down the hallway when you get to him. “You are going to be the death of me!” You call after him. 

“Isn’t that my line, darling?” He says over his shoulder as you sigh. 

“Kunikida is gonna yell at you for turning in your reports late.” 

“Kunikida is too busy making goo goo eyes at his assistant to notice, it’s been like that the whole week.” He says as you fall into step with him. Mouthing ‘goo goo eyes’ in confusion. 

“Too busy with her, how?” You ask as he looks down at you, raising a brow. 

“You girls don’t talk?” 

“She’s always leaving on time while you keep me here hours late, we don’t have much time to talk.” You sigh. 

“At least I give you free rides when I keep you late.”

“You’re a terrible driver. I’d probably be safer walking.” You sigh as Dazai laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his body. He’s warm and smells like he’s already had a cup of coffee or two. 

“I missed this.” He says as you let him hold you. You two had a very complicated relationship. It was like you were an old married couple. You spent most of your days together either gossiping or bickering there was no inbetween. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 

“I’m serious about those reports, Dazai, I have something I’m doing after work.” 

“Oh? What’s that?”

“None of your business.” You snipe, pushing him off you. He chuckles, pushing his hands in his pockets. 

“It’s a date isn’t it?” He asks as you snap your head towards him. 

“Who told you?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. 

“No one, dearest. You’re dressed up more than usual, not to mention your hair and make up are done differently which means you’re probably leaving from here to go to the date, am I right?” He asks with a shit eating grin. Of course he was right. He was always right. You swallow, sighing. 

“Yes, okay I have a date.” You say as Dazai turns to look at you, he looks at you for a long moment. You huff. “What? Got some jokes? Out with them so we can get your coffee and get these reports done.” 

“Do you like this guy?” 

“It’s a blind date.” 

“Ah.”

“Ah?”

“So you haven’t met him?“

“Not in person, we’ve texted.” You answer as Dazai stops walking. You turn to look at him as you stop walking as well. “What?”

“Do you like him?” He asks again. 

“I don’t know yet.” You answer, motioning him to walk. 

“Who set this up?”

“A friend.”

“A trusted friend?”

“Okay, why the twenty questions? Are you trying to be an ass?”

“Just curious.” He answers simply as you sigh heavily. 

“Can you be curious and also walk?” You ask as Dazai chuckles, walking forwards and before you can react he’s pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours with an urgent need. You gasp and his mouth swallows the sound. You should push him off but something warm is building in your stomach and you realize a little too quickly how much you want this. And when that realization dawns you push him back. 

“What the hell?” You ask breathlessly. Dazai still has his hands on you, his mouth centimeters away from yours. 

“You’re gone for a week,” he starts, voice thick with want and desire. “You answer none of my calls, you come back and suddenly you’re going on a date? With someone you don’t know. Someone that doesn’t know you?”

“Dazai-” he’s kissing you again, plucking your words right from your lips. He pulls back only for air moments later. “What is going on?” 

“Don’t be mad but I have to tell you something.” He says as you pull back, able to see his face. “The reports are done already. I just wanted an excuse to get you out here so I could kiss you.” 

“I hate you.” You say but the butterflies in your stomach tell a different story.

There was a man that sat in the corner of your cafe. He was very distinguished, sipped his tea quietly and read various books. It's been a few weeks since he’d been coming so one night you decided if he was going to be a regular you might as well introduce yourself. So grabbing some new pastries you cooked earlier in the day you walked over. The man slowly looked up at you and you gave him a kind smile. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt your reading, I just wanted to give you some free baked goods, I hope you like apple fritters.” You say, setting the plate down on his table. 

“Wow, uh, thank you that’s very kind.” He says, his voice soft as he sets his book down. “I’m Sigma, just moved here a month or so ago.” He says, reaching for the plate. You tell him your name and his cheeks pinken as you welcome him to the neighborhood. You two end up talking for a while, Sigma offering the set across from him for you to sit in. For the next few weeks Sigma stops by, you make him new pastries to try and you two end up talking for hours. One night you were closing up when you heard a soft knock on the front door, you turned and saw Sigma, drenched from the rain outside the front door. You gasped and ran over, unlocking the door and pulling him inside. 

“I’m sorry, did I startle you?” Sigma asks as you shake your head. 

“Course not! Did you forget something?” You ask and watch him nervously fumble with his fingers. 

“Uh-  yeah.” He says, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Yeah?” You ask, turning to the table he was sitting at but there was nothing near it. “What was it?” You ask over your shoulder and when Sigma didn’t answer you turned around. He looked so nervous, his cheeks turning red you wondered if he was sick or something. “You okay?” You ask, stepping towards him. 

“Y-yeah, i’m fine.” He stutters nervously. 

“Here, take a seat, I’ll fix you up a hot cup of coffee.” You say and he just nods his head, taking a seat. You walk into the kitchen, worried that maybe he was sick, maybe from the rain. You finish the coffee and walk it over to him, sliding it to him as you sit next to him. 

“Thank you.” He says softly, blowing on the coffee before taking a small sip.

“Are you sure you're feeling okay?” You ask, crossing your legs. 

“Uh- yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” He says, swallowing. He clears his throat, turning to face you. “I want to uh- to um to tell you that I- uh,” He chatters nervously as you listen, not interrupting him. “Uh- god this is-- hard.” He sighs, taking a big sip of his coffee. You give him an encouraging smile. He sets the cup down and seems sure of himself as he turns and just leans forwards kissing you quickly. You gasp, the kiss was mere milliseconds before he’s pulling back. 

“I’m sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for weeks but I don’t really know what or how to do it and-” You cut him off by kissing him, showing him how it’s done. You take his face and pull him closer to you, his cheeks were cold, his hair wet as you ran a ahdn through it. His hands cautiously reach for you, softly pressing against your hip. You smile into the kiss and grab his hand, pulling it around your back to let him pull you even closer. When you two break for air he looks redder than before, even the tops of his ears were red. It makes you laugh. "What?" He asks as you shake your head.

"You're just cute, you know?" You ask and he gasps slightly, smiling softly.

[moonlightndaydreams]

JISUNG SMUT IDEA! Soo I was Christmas shopping the other day and I went into Sephora and found one of the colognes Han Jisung uses (Dior Sauvage) and I may or may not have bought a bottle for my boyfie for Christmas definitely not because I'm obsessed with Jisung and I need him no that's definitely not it at all LOL HELP and I've come to the conclusion that this scent has made me realize I gave a scent kink and I was wondering if you could write something where reader having a scent kink and jisung finds out about it and teases her about it and fucks her so good and so well cause I'm so fucking delulu for that man it's unhealthy. I love your work sm! Thank you 😫

Love, Hannji ✨️

Bergamot & Vanilla

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader // AU colleagues to lovers

Synopsis: You and Jisung work together but ever since that day he leant you his scarf and almost kissed you, you've been fantasising about him. When he secretly discovers you still have his scarf and his cologne is still on it, he decides to do something about it.

Word count: 6k approximately

CW below.

Warnings MINORS DNI - SMUT WARNING: NSFW, scent kink, Han is a perv (sort of but not creepy), Han tastes readers “arousal”, fondling in a public place, panty sniffing, car sex, unprotected piv sex, cumming inside, nipple sucking, vaginal fingering, masturbation, sexual fantasies, angst, creampies, happy ending.

You were almost there. The familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap at any moment. You needed the release. Desperately. You rubbed your clit harder and wrapped Han’s scarf tighter around your face, immersing yourself in that fragrance, the one he had worn when you had only just started working closer together in your new roles, and it had made you wet instantaneously. The one he wore that one time when you swore he was going to kiss you.

You fucked yourself faster with your dildo as you cast your mind back to that moment. You were both in the work car, off to see a client, when you were caught in traffic. You remembered the sound of the rain hitting the windscreen, and the squeaking of the wipers that needed to be replaced as they tried their best to give you a clear view of the road. The entire car had been filled with Han’s cologne. Intoxicating. A mix of bergamot and vanilla.

You chased your orgasm, moaning breathily as you pictured him in the driver’s seat. He had been dressed in a beige jacket and a grey and white scarf. He’d looked at you nervously, and you had felt your stomach flip and cunt throb. Fuck you had wanted him so bad. He’d stared at you, also nervously, swallowing hard and licking his lip anxiously. “Y/n,” he’d whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips. “Jisung?” you’d choked. And then a car beeped from behind, taking you both out of your trance.

But in your fantasy, there was no beeping of horns to interrupt you. In your fantasy, Jisung crashed his lips on yours. He was rough and desperate. His tongue slid into your mouth. “Get in the back.” He demanded, pulling away. “I need you”. Suddenly, you flashed to images of yourself and Jisung in the backseat. Windows foggy, your clothes discarded. “Ride me, please baby”. He panted. You sunk down onto his cock with ease, and bounced on him like a wild woman. You nuzzled into the scarf as you imagined nuzzling into Jisung’s neck. You imagined him saying filthy things to you like “you’re so wet”, “you’re so fucking tight,” and “Come for me, baby”. And then you’re were actually coming. You clenched around your didlo while imagining you were clenching around Jisung’s cock. It was intense. It always was. The scent on the scarf heightening the fantasy, melding reality and fiction together to create an extra potent experience. A euphoria that brought tears to your eyes.

In reality, Jisung never kissed you. Your little moment broken by the impatient drivers behind you. The client wasn’t home when you arrived, and so Jisung suggested to go out for lunch. Well that was torture. He even looked fuckable eating a meal. You sat across from him as he peeled off his jacket to reveal his gorgeous cream sweater that was thin enough to show his toned frame. Fuck you loved knitwear on men. Especially Jisung. Then he removed his scarf, placing it on the chair behind him. Anyone in the restaurant would have thought you were a couple. You were similar age, you got along exceptionally well, like two besties. But your heart was racing a million miles an hour and felt so loud that you were sure the chef would have heard it in the kitchen.

Then when you stepped outside after lunch, the rain and wind had picked up and Jisung wrapped his scarf around your neck. The gesture caused the breath in your throat to hitch and you knew you couldn’t help but stare at him as he stood awfully close while adjusting it. You could have sworn he took longer than necessary to make sure it was just right. But you couldn’t be certain.

That was three months ago. Somehow you never gave him the scarf back. Instead, you used it to indulge in your own sexual pleasure, masturbating as you inhaled the mixture of his cologne and him, and imagining him inside you.

You laid on your bed, catching your breath. Han fucking Jisung. Fuck, you had it bad for him. Your work colleague. You shook the sexual thoughts away and attempted to bring your mind and body firmly back into reality, sitting up and checking the clock. You had plenty of time for a shower before Jisung would be there to pick you up on the way to see a client. Forgetting about putting away your dildo and scarf, you grabbed your outfit for the day and headed up the hall to your bathroom, closing the door behind you, and turning on the shower.

———

Jisung pulled up in your driveway. He was early, but he hoped you might be ready to maybe grab some breakfast, or at the very least, a coffee. That’s what was great about being mobile lenders for the bank you worked at, you could try out all the different cafes in between clients.

When he realised you weren’t answering the door, he let himself in with the spare key you had given him. It was meant to be a one off thing, the key, and Jisung couldn’t quite remember the reason you gave it to him. But you had never asked for it back, so he kept it. He wasn’t sure why he kept it either. It was kind of creepy if he thought about it. So he simply decided the best thing to do was not think about it.

Once inside the house, Jisung was immediately met with the sound of you singing in the shower down the hall, and he chuckled to himself. It was awful. But you sounded happy and that made him happy too. You were generally a happy person, but he’d caught glimpses of something more from you now he spent more time with you. Something deeper, and Jisung found himself daydreaming about you a lot. In fact, Jisung couldn’t keep his mind off you. You were the first thing he thought about when he woke each morning, and the last thing he thought about each night. He loved that he could spend his days working alongside you. All day, everyday. But he never let on. He tried to not let his eyes linger on your lips, instead he’d stare at your ass whenever you hopped out of the car. Sometimes, he’d pretend he was tired and ask you to drive just so he could steal glances of your face while you concentrated on the road.

Jisung looked around the entry hall of your house, wondering if he should go sit in the living room or wait at the front door? Maybe he should go back out and wait in the car? You might freak out if you just found him in your home while you had been naked in the shower. But then he noticed the door on his right was open. Jisung had been in your house a few times before, but that door had always been closed. He stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame, taking in what must be your bedroom. Your most personal space. Dark teal walls with vintage pictures that hung far too high up than they should be. A big window let in a beautiful amount of natural light. No esnuite, which he had already figured out with your terrible singing voice muffled by the sound of a shower in another part of the house.

His eyes landed on your bed. The place where you slept each night. He imagined you laying there sleeping. Did you always sleep alone, or did you bring men into your boudoir? Han wanted to be one of those men. Did you sleep naked? Han wanted to lay against your naked body. He’d thought about that often. Then he saw it. His scarf. The one from that day. Jisung had wanted to kiss you so bad in the car that day. Fuck, he’d almost kissed you when he wrapped that scarf around you. He’d even noticed how you’d held your breath when his fingers lingered on you when he was securing it around you. He had hoped you hadn’t noticed he was taking his time with it.

Jisung turned his head to look up the hallway towards your bathroom. You were still belting out something he couldn’t quite understand, and his legs took on a mind of their own as he walked into your room and approached your bed. He picked up the scarf and pressed it to his face hoping to smell you. He did smell you. You were mixed with the scent of him and the cologne he’d worn up until that day. Jisung scoffed. He stopped wearing that cologne after that. He wasn’t sure why. He also wasn’t sure why you had his scarf on your bed?

His heart began to beat faster and he brought the scarf back to his nose once more. This time he noticed a scent that made his dick begin to harden, and his eyes closed in what could only be described as arousal. The part of his brain that controlled imagination suddenly fired up and in his mind he found himself between your legs, lapping you up. Jisung’s eyes shot open when he realised exactly what it was he could smell, at the same time his eyes caught a bright purple object on the bed. Your dildo. Jisung knew he shouldn’t touch it. He should be satisfied just knowing that you had been pleasuring yourself, possibly merely minutes before his arrival. He should be content with simply hoping you were pleasuring yourself with thoughts of him, just like he did with thoughts of you.

But Jisung, couldn’t help himself, and he reached down and grasped the toy, holding it in his hand to take a closer look. He knew it’s wrong, an invasion of your privacy, but he was mesmerised by the glistening wetness covering the entire length, and the creaminess that had gathered at the base. He wanted to do so many things simultaneously in that moment. He wanted to run his finger through your juices, gathering it up on his fingers. He wanted to lick the dildo clean and taste you. He wanted to barge into the bathroom and take you in the shower, lifting you against the wall and sinking into you, making you cry out his name.

A little whimper escaped Jisung’s lips, bringing him back to his senses. This is fucked up, you shouldn’t be looking at this. But he allowed himself to just dip his fingertip into the the creamy substance, scooping the tiniest bit from the toy, and then putting both it and scarf back on the bed. You would never know. He looked at his finger, holding it up so the sunlight could catch it, making it glisten on his skin. This is wrong, Jisung. You can’t be doing this. But he brought his finger to his mouth and slipped it inside, tasting you on his tongue. He moaned low. He’d imagined tasting you plenty of times before, but now he knew, really, how you tasted, and he comitted it to memory. He moaned again into the silence. The silence! Jisung’s eyes flew open. The shower. He could no longer hear the water running, and there was no sign of your singing either. Fuck! Jisung rushed back to the front door, praying to the gods you hadn’t seen anything.

——-

You emerged from the bathroom unaware that Jisung was even in your house.

“Fuck, Ji, you scared the shit out of me!” You yelped when you saw him standing at the front door. Inside your house instead of outside.

Jisung chuckled. “I still have that spare key you gave me, remember?” He shrugged. Oh yes, of course, the key. Jisung chuckled again, his eyes flickering towards your bedroom door for a moment before resting somewhere near your feet. Your eyes darted to your bedroom door. Oh fuck! The scarf! His scarf… on your bed… with your dildo...and you door open. You bit your lip panicking internally, and quickly close door.

“H-have you been waiting long?” You stuttered shrilly.

Jisung shook his head quickly. “Nah… just a minute or two.” He cleared his throat. “Thought…um…we could grab a coffee or something.” He adds eyes still fixed to the floor.

“Yeah, coffee sounds good.” You reply but you could sense something was off with him, and you prayed to god he didn’t peek into your bedroom.

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Once you and Jisung were on the road, he started to act like his usual self. Kind and silly, and singing randomly to songs. You loved the duality in his personality. At ease with you, and professional with clients. Both versions of him made your heart flutter. You looked over to him, while his eyes were concentrating on the road. He was smirking to himself as though he had a secret he was dying to share but had to keep it to himself. It made you suspicious. You knew you left your bedroom door wide open, and you knew you’d left…evidence … on your bed… and you knew he had the opportunity to see your secret if he had been looking.

Jisung parked at one of your regular coffee shops. “The usual?” he asked as he pulled on the handbrake, and you nodded yes. He opened the car door and gasped the sudden temperature change. “Ooh, it’s a bit windy today,” he said as he stepped outside. “Should have brought a scarf.” He leaned in an winked at you before closing the door.

You felt your face flush a crimson red, and your stomach dropped. What the actual fuck? Did he know? You wanted the seat underneath you to open up and swallow you whole. But Jisung was already entering the coffee shop, and you had no idea if he had meant anything by what he had just said, or if you were just being paranoid.

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Three days later you found a seat in the conference room at the bank where you and Jisung worked. It was a training day and you were going to be subjected to two hours of a brain numbing presentation from your Manager, Chris. You preferred to sit up the back in the corner closest to the door. That way no one would see you zone out, and you could make a quick escape when it was over. You put your notepad and pen on the seat next to you. Jisung had already messaged you half an hour before saying he was caught at the department store whilst on his lunch break, and wanted you to save him a seat. “I’ll bring you a coffee.” He promised, followed by a smiley face emoji.

He still hadn’t arrived when the lights were dimmed, and your Manager, Chris, called for everyone’s attention. “Okay, team.” He smiled sheepishly. “I know you all have important work to get on with, but I want to thank you for your time.” He looked around at the thirty or so staff in front of him, and started up his laptop that was connected to the large screen at the front of the room.

That’s when you tuned out. It wasn’t long before your mind was filled with thoughts of Jisung and his harmless comment about the wind and needing a scarf from earlier that week. He hadn’t made any further remarks since that indicated he knew anything of the little activities you have with his clothing. You were on high alert of anything suspicious coming out of his mouth, but he said nothing out of the ordinary. You did, however, feel his eyes on you more than usual. Or was that just because you were hyper-alert? Did he always look at you often? Did he always look like he was swallowing a hard lump in his throat when you were stopped at traffic lights?

You brought your hands to your face and rubbed your eyes, hoping you hadn’t smudged your mascara. When you opened them again, you saw Jisung through the glass wall of the conference room. He was holding two take away coffee cups and he was wearing that same sweater and jacket from that day in the restaurant. The same sweater and jacket from your fantasies. You gulped just as Jisung saw you. His eyes lit up and he smiled his gummy smile, raising his arm in attempt to wave at you.

Jisung quietly tiptoed into the room and sat down beside you. That’s when it hit you. Bergamot and vanilla. He was fucking wearing that cologne. It was fresh and overpowering. So much stronger than the remnants that were still on his scarf. He smiled and raised his eyebrows, and passed you your coffee. You took the cup from him, not taking your eyes off of his. He didn’t break eye contact, just bit his bottom lip subconsciously. He knows. He must know.

You broke eye contact first, snapping your head back to the front of the room. You could feel your body heating up. Your head throbbed as though you could feel your blood pumping around your body faster. Your mouth was dry, so you took a sip of your coffee. But all you could taste was Jisung’s cologne. It was mixed with a slight smell of sweat - him - and it wasn’t just your head that was throbbing. Your body was responding to the scent in the way it did each night. It was an automatic response now. Your core ached in anticipation for your hands or your dildo.

Your mind saw images of fucking him in the car, bouncing on his cock, sucking the skin on his neck. No no no no…. You had to stop. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to stop your panties from soaking, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Jisung adjusting his posture, and spreading his legs a little wider, causing his knee to rest against your leg. Fuck. Your free hand gripped the hem of your skirt, both to ground yourself and to try and cover more of your leg. Your knuckles turned white as you tried to maintain your composure.

You could feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin and melting your core. You needed to touch yourself. But you couldn’t. You just had to endure this agonising, but sweet, torture that Jisung was inflicting on you. He knows what he is doing.

Jisung leaned in to whisper in your ear, bringing his hand beside his face up to shield his mouth from view of other people.

You sat frozen still, and that fucking fragrance grew stronger the closer he got. His warm breath teasing your ear and neck as he spoke.

“Can you smell my new cologne, y/n?” he taunted. “It’s a lot stronger that what would be left on my scarf.” He leaned back and winked at you.

You cleared your throat. “I…I have to go to the bathroom.” and you quickly removed yourself from the room and headed to the bathroom. You needed to calm yourself down. The excitement that was pulsing around you felt so overwhelming and so loud, that you were certain everyone could see exactly what was going on inside you. It felt as obvious as having a big flashing sign above your head saying “I’m so horny and ready for Jisung to fuck me”.

Oh dear. You ran your hand up your inner thigh, brushing your fingers over your satin panties and you let out a small whimper as you pressed against your clothed clit. Soaked. As expected. You could fix yourself up right then and there and relieve some of the pressure. It would be quick and easy. But there was part of you that didn’t want to. You loved the feeling of being this turned on while you sat beside Jisung. You enjoyed the longing that you felt for him. You wanted him to be the one to ease the ache inside of you, not your fingers again.

He must’ve felt the same way, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so bold or forward in the conference room, right? You had an idea. You knew how you could make him just as crazy as you felt.

——-

Jisung did know what he was doing to you. He’d deliberately worn this particular outfit, and he intentionally went to the department store to buy a fresh bottle of the cologne he knew drove you wild.

He smirked to himself wondering if you were going to rub one out in the bathroom. His dick twitched at the thought of you touching yourself. His erection was starting to become prominent and so Jisung removed his jacket and draped it strategically on his lap.

When Jisung saw you return a few minutes later, you no longer had a coffee cup with you, but instead you had something balled up in your fist. You resumed your seat still looking flustered, and Jisung felt a sense of satisfaction that he was responsible for your current state. You reached across and placed whatever was in your hand into the pocket of his jacket. Jisung arched an eyebrow. Intrigued, he reached into his jacket pocket, and his heart stopped when his fingers brushed the item you had placed in there. Satin fabric. Wet satin fabric. Fuck! Were these your panties? To be sure Jisung brought his fingertips to his face, pretending to scratch his nose. It was your panties. The scent of your arousal was unmistakable.

Jisung glanced at your legs, his eyes traveling up your thigh to where your mini skirt began. Were you bare under there?

Jisung imagined sliding his hand up your inner thigh to find out. He wanted to feel how wet you were and to gather your juices directly from the source, instead of off your underwear. He had to fight the urge to kneel down in front of you then and there and push your legs apart so he could bury his face against your pussy.

Then he felt your hand. Your fingertips edging their way underneath the jacket on hip lap. Jisung sucked in a breath and suppressed a moan that was threatening to come out of his mouth.

He turned towards you only to find you were watching where your hand was traveling closer to his erection. Then your eyes flickered up to meet his. It was all Jisung needed to see to know you absolutely felt the same way as he did.

———-

You felt Jisung’s thigh tense under your touch as your fingers made their way towards your target. You lifted your gaze to meet his. His expression making you want to ravish him right there. His brow was furrowed in concentration, or was it in an attempt to keep his composure? And his nose scrunched up in a way that could only mean frustration. But you knew he wasn’t frustrated at you. It was obvious what he was feeling. Agony. But to be absolutely certain, you moved your hand further under his jacket to find he was hard. Very hard. You palmed his erection and he squeezed his eyes shut, as though resisting the urge to rut his hips up against you. You took this opportunity to lean into his ear, inhaling his delicious scent, and allowing your warm breath to linger on his skin before speaking.

“Ji,” you whispered. “Need you.”

Jisung released a shaky exhale and you heard the tiniest of whimpers escape his mouth. You squeezed your hand around the length of his clothed cock. “After this, yeah? Need you so bad.” You cooed.

You pulled your hand back from underneath Jisung’s jacket and sat straight in your chair, pretending to concentrate on Chris at the front of the room.

Jisung squirmed a little in his seat, trying to make his erection disappear. You could feel your inner thighs sticking together and you regretted being sans panties. That was until Jisung’s hand dove back into the pocket where your panties were and brought his fingers to his face once more and pretended to scratch his nose. You had never been this turned on in your entire life and you felt like you might just come untouched.

You bit down on your fingers to distract yourself from the sensations coursing through your body, but the action caused Jisung to groan, which in turn made your cunt throb. This was getting out of hand.

Jisung must have thought so too because he was back at your ear, again holding his hand against his face to shield his mouth from view of the others around you.

“You’re so naughty.” He whispered and then took your earlobe in his mouth. A jolt of electricity shot through your nerves, and you couldn’t breath. He sucked, nibbled and tugged gently on your lobe with his teeth before moving down to the skin just below your ear. He kissed that sensitive area softly and your eyes closed.

“You know,” he whispered against your ear. “our next client has canceled. Which means,” he kissed you neck again. “We can find somewhere to be alone.”

Fuck. Your eyes opened and you snapped your head to Jisung, locking eyes with him desperately. His expression mirrored yours for a moment before he turned to the front of the room, not giving you any more attention.

As you both pretended to be paying attention to the presentation, you couldn’t think straight. You couldn't even breathe. You could cut the tension with a knife, sensing that the other was about to implode at any moment. You were both on edge desperate to be alone. Desperate to rip each other’s clothes off. Desperate to be as close as possible. Jisung reached for your hand that was resting on the seat next to your thigh, and squeezed it reassuringly. A warmth spread through your entire body and you felt butterflies on your stomach. This wasn’t just lust or desire. It was something else.

“I’ve got you, okay?” He whispered from where he sat, and you felt like you were about to melt into a puddle.

Jisung held your hand like that for the rest of the presentation. As Chris began to wrap up the session that aching desire resurfaced. Your senses started to intensify and your vagina clenched in anticipation. You and Jisung were going to be alone very soon.

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Pretending you were going to see your next client, you both hurried to the car. It was pouring rain outside and the car was parked in the outdoor company parking space, and you couldn’t avoid getting wet.

You both looked wet and disheveled as Jisung started the car up and turned drove out onto the street.

“Where are you taking us?” You asked, taking in the beautiful man at the wheel.

“I know a place no one will find us.” He replied looking at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I hope it’s close because I’m not sure how long I can wait.” You whined.

“Baby…I need you to hold on just a little longer for me… we’ll be there real soon. I promise.”

His eyes returned to the road. “Fuck.” He huffed as the traffic ahead came to a standstill.

“Oh, Jisung!” You whimpered and he reached for your hand. He looked at you tentatively, almost pained. “I’ve got you, remember?” He said steady and low.

You were taken back to that first time you were stuck in traffic in the rain. The window wipers screeched as they struggled to give you a clear view of the road. Jisung’s cologne was overpowering your senses. Just like last time.

You looked at each other like you were both about to cry. You needed each other right now. Despite both your neediness and desperation, Jisung moved slowly as he closed the gap between the two of you, resting his forehead against yours and squeezing your hand. Then his lips connected to yours, capturing you in a kiss. Softly at first. Slowly. He pulled away just an inch so he could look at your lips again, before crashing back down on you with a searing kiss. It was the kiss you’d been dreaming about for months. Hot and urgent. You were desperate to taste him more, so you parted your mouth as an invitation for him to slip inside. Jisung took the opportunity, dipping his tongue past your lips to find your tongue.

The kiss intensified as you gasped for air, only pulling away to catch your breath before finding each other again. Still holding Jisung’s hand you placed it on your thigh. Another invitation that he happily accepted. You both moaned into each other’s mouth when his hand moved up your leg and under your skirt and slid through your sopping pussy. You parted your legs to give him more access, and you welcomed his fingers with a choked whimper when he sunk two of them inside of you.

Jisung broke the kiss and looked at you incredulously with lust-filled eyes. His pink, puffy lips were nothing short of delectable.

“Fuck! I need to feel you baby…need to be inside you.” He bit his lip to suppress a growl as he pumped his fingers inside you a few times.

“Hurry, Jisung.” You whispered. You were almost in tears, the tension in your body so intense.

Jisung removed his fingers and brought them to your face and smeared your juices across your trembling lips. “So fucking beautiful.” His voice was barely audible. Then something in him snapped and he was suddenly on high alert, flicking on the indicator and looking over his shoulder and pulling out of the traffic into a turning lane.

“Where are we going?” you panted.

“Somewhere nearby…Can’t wait. Need you.” He replied as he zipped the car into a nearby deserted carpark and pulled the car up to a stop.

You were on him in instantly, throwing yourself against him. He met you with the same enthusiasm, kissing you messily. Your hand reached for the hem of his sweater, indicating you wanted it off. He obliged, peeling it over his head and tossing into the back seat. Your hands immediately began exploring his body. His skin was scorching to the touch, and you could feel his muscles tense as you ran your hand down towards his trousers. Jisung pulled pushed his seat back as far as it would go, and tilted the backrest slightly. You climbed over the centre console hiking your skirt up and straddling him. You were so close to each other now and you ached for him so fucking bad it hurt. Jisung unbuttoned your blouse as you ground against his erection trying to seek friction on your bare pussy. He tossed your blouse into the passenger seat, and unhooked your bra and letting it fall off you. He gasped.

“God, you’re so perfect, baby.” He took in the sight of your breasts. He dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. You cried out at the pleasure that shot straight from your breast to your cunt, making you clench around nothing. “Can’t wait, Ji.” You cried.

“Lift up for me, baby.” He instructed. “Yes like that.” He undid his trousers, shimmying both them and his boxers down enough to free his cock. “Look at me, baby.” He said desperately as he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth through your lips. “You ready, yeah?” he smiled. You answered by sinking yourself down on his entire length in one motion. You both let out a pornographic groan as you adjusted to the stretch and felt the relief of finally being filled after hours of teasing, but months of pining.

“Oh fuck, Jisung.” You choked. “If I move I’m gonna come.”

Jisung chuckled. “Lean into me, baby…let go and come for me. We can go for a round two in a minute.”

You nuzzled into his neck, just like in your fantasies. The rain beating down on the car roof and the steamy windows made you feel like you were in your own little world. You breathed in Jisung’s cologne as you rolled your hips over his cock. You both became sticky with sweat almost immediately, but that added to the pleasure.

“You smell so good.” You whisper as you felt yourself ready to snap.

“You really like this cologne huh? Tell me what would happen if I wore it everyday?” he puffed and rolled his hips up to meet you.

“I’d hold you responsible for my actions.” You teased, slamming yourself down hard.

Jisung moaned. “Oh yeah?!” he growled, gazing at you with a fucked out grin plastered on his face.

“Yeah…you should worry for your personal safety if you’re gonna wear it everyday.” You panted.

“Why’s that, hmm?”

“Because…I’ll need you to fuck me.” you said flatly.

“Well I think I’ll take the risk…wanna fuck you everyday…forever.” He pulled your hips down so he sat as deep inside you as possible and rocked you back and forth so that you clit ground against him while his cock rubbed against that spot, making you cry out his name.

“Fuck, your clenching so tight. I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”

“I’m coming…. I’m coming…” you cried squeezing around Jisung’s cock in pulsating waves. Jisung let out a long, low groan as he reached his climax too. He took you in another wet and messy kiss as you both waited for your breath to return to normal.

“Baby, you feel so good.” Jisung smiled and held you close. “But I’m still hard.”

You leaned back and looked at him, cupping his cheeks. “I’m not ready to stop yet.” You whispered and bit your lip.

“Get in the back.” He started to help you off of him and you both clambered into the backseat. “Lay on your back this time.”

You did as Jisung asked, laying length-ways on the backseat and spread your legs for him. He cursed under his breath as he knelt between your legs, bending them up so your were almost folded in half. You could feel Jisung’s cum oozing out of you. “Quick Jisung, don’t let it slip out.” You begged.

“Fuck…” he pushed himself back inside you with another moan.

“Fuck me Jisung… fuck me harder…” you cried. Jisung picked up the pace, fucking you hard. “You feel so good, Ji… please don’t ever stop.”

“Never gonna stop…I love you.” He panted, squeezing his eyes closed. You didn’t know if he was aware that those words had slipped out, but you pulled him down on top of you and wrapped your legs around his waist. You wanted his body weight on you and as much sweaty skin to skin contact as possible.

“Only want you, baby. I meant what I said…just now.” He leaned up on his elbows so he could watch your face while he continued to thrust into you. “I’m in love with you.”

He closed his eyes closed again as he chased another climax. “Come with me…plea-”

You walls gripped Jisung like a vice as you came again with an intensity unlike you’d ever felt before. “Come in me again, Jisung…” You begged “I love you too.”

Jisung’s hips stuttered as he released himself deep inside you again. “Fuck….” He cried and collapsed on top of you.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you wanting to break the bubble of bliss you were basking in. This had been so much better than your fantasies. This was real. This was love.

“Jisung?” You eventually spoke. Jisung propped himself on his elbows again.

“Yeah, baby?” He pushed a strand of hair off your forehead.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle the consequences of wearing that cologne everyday?” You smirked.

Jisung grinned. “We’ll have to wait and see, won’t we. I’m willing to take the risk if you are.”

The end.

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Hi.

Are you a terf? kindly fuck off.

Welcome my blog, I reblog a lot, and sometimes i make my own posts.

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Name's Lucy, pronouns are it/pup/she, I'm 19. I'm transgender, a lesbian and a switch.

I'm a tranny faggot that likes kink, if you're not cool with that, fuck off.

I will not block minors as i just don't have the time to go through my followers to clean it out, nor the energy, but I'd rather you don't follow me as i reblog a lot of shit that a minor should not see.

I reblog a lot of nsfw stuff, I don't tag any of it, sorry.

You can try talking to me or sending me asks, in fact it's encouraged, but do not expect me to be any good at talking to you, I'm not good at being a person. If you ever try talking to me, trust me, you won't be any weirder than me.

I have many mental health issues, as you can probably tell whenever i post in a concerning way. Keep in mind that I'm not a danger to myself yet in any way that matters, so there is no need to worry for me.

If you've deemed me annoying enough to block and you've seen this post, please let me know what i did or I might go insane when i realize you've been gone from my activity feed. this is related to my many mental health issues. I'm sorry.

I'll list a bunch of shit i like below in case you wanna talk to me about them.

yay list time, i like a shit ton of stuff, paradox map games (all of them, but only the newest releases of each series), I'm insane about star trek, i love the owl house, i love music, ranging from Wipers to random music i find on spotify and sounds good to me, but I'm not a music nerd or anything. I love pmmm, my little pony, house md, many other things i don't remember names of.

I adore the fallout series, hardspace shipbreaker, isaac, noita, EU4 is my most beloved paradox map game right behind stellaris, minecraft is good but i can not play vanilla or without quest books really, I've gotten into warframe very recently, i like helldivers the second one, half life and portal series are really cool and i might start biting if you're mean to them.

As for kinks and such:

- Piss, specifically pee desperation I'm into a lot.

- hypno, usually as the one doing the hypnoing and rarely.

- fauxcest.

- edging, overstimulation, orgasm or stimulation denial, i like needy puppies ok?

- chastity (curse my wife for getting me into this).

- bondage.

- i like plushies and plushie humping a lot, it's cute.

- impact play to an extent.

- cnc and such.

- kinda into mommy stuff but I'd rather be a big sister.

- petplay.

[geminibsworld]

flower

summary: fb!tom tries not to fall for his fwb

warning: NO MINORS, 18+ sexual content, pinv(girl is on bc), cussing, tension, maybe mentions or use of drinking and smoking, angst, fluff, mostly sexual lollll, romance obvi, mental health/meds, slow burn, slight violence, slight tw, daddy!kink (sorry lol)

part 2 is called princess peach (there will be many parts) check my masterlist

the rain smacked against the windows. she sighed, staring ahead whilst listening to suic*de boys. the windshield wipers squeaking loudly, she sighed again. her lilac hair sat on her back, her aqua eyes bright as she stared ahead waiting for the light to turn green so she can start her day. she blew air from her mouth to change the song to superman by Eminem.

the light changed green, she pressed on the peddle and the car moved forward. she thought about how her boyfriend didn't make her feel the way the song made her feel. she wanted to feel the way this song made her feel. she wanted to feel wrecked, withering, ANYTHING. instead her boyfriend was plain vanilla, didn't care if she finished or not. it was quite boring to her. her long manicured nails tapped against the wheel while she was waiting to pull into school. the butterflies and stars tattooed on her hands stared at her.

she pulled into the sad parking lot and parked her car in the back, away from everyone. she didn't have friends, she had a friend and a boyfriend. people didn't like her often enough, everyone says she's a bitch. sure, she could be friendly but people have ruined her spirit for years. her family, old friends, old lovers, these people have ruined things in her life that's made her hate her existence. her white vans below her as she waltzed into the high-school, everyday everyone stares at her. they call her a whore, a slut, cock eater, etc whatever anyone could think of it's been towards her. she was taken out of thought, when someone tall bumped into her and her airpod fell to the ground. the music stopped and she looked up, a tall man with the bluest of blue eyes she's seen and brown wavy hair. she didn't realize she was gawking at him till she heard a laugh.

"I said, I'm sorry. are you alright?" he asked her, eyes peering into her.

she grabbed the pod and mumbled a quick, "yes, thanks."

"how come I've never seen you before?" he asked smirking down at her. she rolled her eyes, of course, she thought.

"I don't know, and I don't care, now excuse I'm going to be late and you've done enough already." she sighed, his brows furrowed his lips parted, his eyes watching her.

she went to walk away, but tom grabbed her wrist and said, "ya know, you have a fat ass right?" he was smirking at her, his plump pink lips parting slightly.

"fuck you, and next time you say something to me I'll fuck you up. don't think I'm scared of no man." she sneered at him, he raised his brows.

the bell went off signaling first period was starting. she cursed under her breath walking away from him. he stared at her imagining what it would be like to be closer with her. he watched her hips sway as she walked, her long lilac blonde hair went down to her ass, he imagined what it would be like to touch her hair. wrapping it around his hand, pulling her head back while plunging into her from the back, her fat ass bouncing against him.

*

it was lunch, skye sat with her boyfriend and her best friend. she stared ahead as that boy stared back at her from the other table. the chatter going on around her, her boyfriend and best friend going on about the new hunger games movie. his blue eyes pouring into yours, she felt a feeling she'd never felt before. it was in the bottom of her stomach, warm with butterflies.

"skye? you good?" you snapped out of it. she looked up to see her boyfriend, Jessie, staring back at her, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes staring at you.

"yeah, why?" she sighed, blinking. she looked and saw, that boy was gone. she didn't know who he was or why he was staring at her but she wanted no part.

"girl, you're all spacey and shit." Elizabeth, laughed. she flicked her black hair over her shoulder, her tan hand tapped skyes.

"I'm just chilling, why are yall worried? I'm good, just shit on my mind. not important, don't worry." skye grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back.

"are things bad again? are you off your meds again skye??" Jessie spoke, concern and annoyance lacing his tone.

here we go again. skye sighed, loudly and laid her head down on the cold table. she closes her eyes, and breathes.

"please drop it. I'm fine." skye said in annoyed tone.

suddenly, skye sat up. grabbed her tray of food she barely touched, and walked away. she dumped the tray, and grabbed her airpods. sublime playing as she walked to her next class.

she walked down the hallway and turned a corner, once again bumping into a tall man. both pods fell out, and she looked up at him. he towered over her, she was short already but this made her feel even smaller.

he smirked down at her, noticing her taking all of him in.

"we've got to stop meeting like this, flower." his voice, smooth like honey.

skye scrambled to grab her things whilst ignoring him. she stood up, and began to walk away as he grabbed her uncovered wrist. his large hand warm and calloused. she slightly gasped but cleared her throat to cover it up. she yanked her hand away, and glared at him.

"I don't wanna 'meet you' at all, whoever you are, which by the way, I don't give a fuck. so get out of my way or I'll fuck you up." she began to back up and move around him, going to the left side picking up her pace.

"hey, woah woah wait up!" she heard behind her,' go the fuck away' she grumbled to herself.

he came up and pulled her hair from behind, the feeling it gave her was out of this world. it hurt mostly definitely, but felt so good at the same time. right amount of pressure. his large hand wrapped in her hair, her aqua colored eyes and pink cheeks staring back at him, her pink plump lips a gape.

"huh, interesting." tom let out a laugh, and let go. she cleared her throat, embarrassed.

"d-dont fucking touch me again or I'll cut off your fingers." she cursed to herself noticing the stutter. she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach. she was aching, she'd only know this feeling when she started having sex. that aching, burning, wanting, feeling. she never gets that with Jessie. never, ever.

"you didn't seem to mind all that much, flower." he smirked down at her, he admired how small she was. she was thick where it counted that's forsure, he thought to himself.

skye ignored the feelings she was having and rolled her eyes at him.

"don't fucking call me flower," she seethed, angry he made her feel that way. her boyfriend should make her feel that way, but he doesn't but that doesn't mean she's going to do whatever she wants.

"well, flower," he smirked, "I'm tom blyth, and I think you are so fucking attractive."

she stared blankly at him, then walked away. he followed her, closely. why is he following me? skye was getting annoyed because she made it clear she wasn't interested and dude doesn't get it.

suddenly tom was taken out of a trance, her ass stopped jiggling, and he was looking into skyes eyes. she was upset, aw how cute he thought. they were outside the classroom, the problem was the door was locked. she couldn't escape him, she's going to have to make him go away on her own.

"what the fuck do you want? I've made it literally crystal clear I don't want to know you and I'm definitely not fucking interested in you. I have a boyfriend, and I don't like you." she was clearly pissed off, but tom was too busy scanning all over her.

"unbelievable." she scoffed, "of course you're not listening."

tom laughed, his smile bright, his plump lips etched into a grin.

"of course I'm listening. I heard every word you said, I don't care if you have a boyfriend, flower."

she wanted to hit him, punch him, scratch him, push him, etc. skye has anger issues, no one knows where they came from. she goes into a rage so easily, and she releases it physically. getting off was her favorite way, but unfortunately she's never done it to herself and her boyfriend only helps slightly. skye has pent up rage, she bottles herself up and explodes rather than talk about how she's feeling.

"i hope you get hit by a car when you walk out the school," skye said, anger lacing her voice. she was basically spitting at him.

he leaned forward, his warm breath on her ear, she shivered ever so slightly so he couldn't see, but he still noticed. he smirked before saying, "you can hit me with your car, it would be an honor."

she cleared her throat, seeing the teacher finally headed their way. she stepped back, glaring at tom. he chuckled, putting his hands in his Grey Hoodie pocket.

"Hi, Mr. Garfield. how are you this fine day?" tom asked, smiling kindly at the older man.

"m'okay, how about yourself, Mr. blyth? you're not bothering skye right?" Garfield let out a dry laugh, unlocking the door. skye rushed in finding a seat in the back, away from everyone.

other students began filling the room, tom and Garfield still talking till the bell rang. his tall frame exited their classroom before taking one more glance at skye. her name was skye, I'm still going to call her flower, he thought to himself smirking.

*

she threw back the shot of tequila, wincing at the stinging. she's at a party with her friend, Elizabeth, she forced her to come to this. skye doesn't mind as long as she can get fucked up in peace.

she threw back a couple more shots, feeling good enough, she made her way to the floor holding Elizabeth's hand. once she pulled her to the middle, they were dancing to some indie song. she Levi shorts riding up higher as she swayed her hips,her hair flipping everywhere. she was laughing and staring up at the ceiling, the floor vibrated and she was alone in the world again. her flannel fell off her shoulder, she whipped her hair around as she danced.

Elizabeth ran off with some guy leaving skye alone. she walked upstairs, to find a bathroom. she climbed the stairs, looking over the railing she saw tom. he was laughing with a bunch of people she'd never seen before. he must be a grade older, she thought.

tom felt eyes on him, he looked at her as skye looked away and scurried up the stairs. she looked hot tonight, very Tumblr looking. suits her hair, he thought.

"I'll be back, gonna find a bathroom," he told his friends, they nodded and continued on as he went up the stairs. he didn't see her anywhere, he passed people and knocked on every door. almost every door locked, when he found one unlocked, he turned the knob and opened it. he had found her, she was sitting on a bed staring out the window, at the night sky.

her flannel was gone, he looked as the wind caused goosebumps on her porcelain skin. he wanted to give her goosebumps, in every way. he wondered what the rest of her looked like, he imagined her porcelain tattooed skin in the sunlight, waking up next to her after making her cum all night. her swollen pink lips, letting out small breaths, her lilac hair eyewhere, spread out on the pillow in knots from his hands.

"leave me the fuck alone" her voice snapped him out of his trance. he almost laughed out loud, she doesn't know him.

"why? you gonna cut my fingers off, flower?" he sneered, his gaze pouring into her. she stared back at him, she had to feel this burning feeling too right?

she blew smoke from her vape out of her mouth.

"I'll cut something off, yeah" she grumbled turning away. he laughed out loud this time, she snapped towards him.

"not joking, asshole," she breathed, annoyed she wasn't alone and wasn't drunk anymore.

"I'd let you do anything you'd want to if it meant you'd touch me," he smirked, "I've heard rumors about you. you're a good fuck and suck, I've heard."

she stood up and put back on her flannel, suddenly feeling embarrassed and needed to cover herself. she crossed her arms, and marched up to him. suddenly, her hand flew to his face, punching him in the eye. she gasped, as he immediately groaned and almost fell.

"oh my God, I-I am s-so sorry," she breathed crouching down in front of him. he sighed holding his right eye mumbling under his breath.

skye immediately felt bad, she hadn't been physical with anyone in a very long time. she goes to therapy for her anger. she never wanted to hurt anyone, ever. she blacks out, and it's not pretty.

"I am so sorry tom," skye sighed, placing her hand on his. he glared at her, before sighing and standing up.

"you know my name?" he asked, looking curiously at her. he pulled his hand away, there was a small bruise by his right eye. his wavy brown hair a mess, slight shadow around his mouth making his lips look even more pinker. she could smell him, he smelt intoxicating. suddenly, she realized she was just breathing in his scent not saying anything.

"u-uh, yeah. I heard at garfields," skye finally breathed out, feeling that feeling again. she wanted nothing more than to have him take her right there, but she couldn't.

he noticed the way she was blushing staring at him. all he could think about was how she smelled like cherries, and vanilla. he wanted to inhale her, in everyway.

"nice to meet you, skye," he smirked, she nodded at him.

"what happened to flower?" she slightly smirked at him, he moved closer to her wanting to touch her ever so slightly. the tension in the room was thick, they both felt it. he leaned down to her ear and said, "which one do you want, princess?"

cold chills spread across her whole body, her lower body started pulsating. she was so turned on for no reason. she wanted him forsure, and he definitely wanted her. but she could never, maybe in a different scenario. but God damn, she was turned on more than ever. her breathing was unsteady, as she took in his smell and how he said princess. she wanted him to take her right then and there, as hard as he could, she had heard rumors that he had a big cock. she got wet at the idea of it, she shook her head.

she stepped back, 2 steps. leaving a safe amount of space since she doesn't trust herself at the moment, she itched her head with her nails before walking towards the door. she looked back at him out of breath, he was watching her. taking all of her in.

"I'll be thinking about those pretty little hands on my cock later," he said, nonchalantly smirking at her reaction.

her eyes widened, before she could respond her cheeks went red. she was soaked, she couldn't help it. she hadn't had sex in weeks, and her boyfriend doesn't satisfy her. he's slow and soft and gentle, not her style at all. she gulped turning towards the door, opening it and running out.

*

Monday morning. she left the gym in a rush, her legs aching. today was leg day, her shorts rode up her thighs exposing some small tattoos she did herself. she pulled her large hoodie over her, and quickly decided to switch to leggings hefore heading inside the school. she couldn't help how she felt about tom, he is possibly the prettiest man she's ever seen. she touched herself to him all weekend, she quite literally couldn't help it, probably.

tom jerked off every night thinking about her. his large calloused hands, rubbing his cock thinking about the image of her. her body spread out on his bed, imagining what her pale body looked like. he knew her ass was fat, that was obvious. she seemed to have a small chest, and a very tight waist. from what he could tell, she was extremely fit and took care of herself. he liked that. he thought about her face, her plump fat pink lips, letting out small whimpers as he touched her. 'daddy,' she would cry out, he cums at the thought very fast.

he sat in the back of class thinking about her. his cock getting hard, bulging in his sweatpants. "fuck," he mumbled, adjusting himself. he pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly to distract himself. he found her on Instagram, he decided to stalk her, just slight stalking the normal.

"insane", he smiled to himself.

"fuck cancer"

"ur mom"

he sighed, she's so gorgeous. her lips would look so pretty around his cock he thought. he turned off his phone before, getting up and leaving the classroom. the bell rang not even a second later, he needed to talk to her .

she sighed, seeing as tom was coming to her and she couldn't do that right now. she's had the worst anxiety all day, she just wants to be alone. he smirked at her, she gulped pink spreading across her face.

they made their way to each other, she kept her face low, hiding with her hood up. he stared at her, she seemed off.

"flower, you seem down today. what's wrong?" his brows furrowed, concern spread across his face. his blue eyes searched hers, for some type of response.

"this is the first time we've talked all day. do you think I'm stupid? please don't act like you give any of a shit, we know you wanna get into my pants," she stated, staring at him with no emotion. he scoffed, why is she always like this?

"I'm trying to check on you, you don't have to be a bitch 24/7" he snapped, skye rolled her eyes walking away. he followed her of course.

"yeah I do, people leave me alone that way," she mumbled, before turning walking out the doors.

he still followed her, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

"I don't want to leave you alone," tom breathed, she leaned against her car, his right arm above her and he looking down at her. she breathed in, his intoxicating smell taking over once again.

he noticed her eyes closing ever so slightly.

"you okay flower?" he asked, his warm breath fanned over her face. she sniffed, before nodding.

"yes, now please move. I want to leave," he obliged. she got in her car, smiling tightly at him before driving off.

*

she was drunk again, worse than last time a real fucking mess. she was wearing a short black dress that barely covered anything, and ripped tights. the room was spinning and she kept drinking. she was dancing her heart out, when she bumped into someone. she recognized that scent anywhere. it was tom, she turned around.

his fluffy hair in messy waves, the hair had grown in more on his face making him look older. she searched him everywhere, he wore a button up with 4 buttons undone, black jeans,and black converse. his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, she looked at his arms and hands, so veiny and large.

"hey flower," he smirked down at her. she gulped she couldn't do this, not now. she couldn't control herself.

"H-hi," she breathed out finally, he laughed. the room colorful with the speakers shaking the house. she enjoyed seeing the colors, most of all she enjoyed seeing him.

suddenly before the conversation ended, she felt a hand on her back. Jessie, of course.

"Hi baby," you felt lips on your cheek, you watched tom. he didn't react.

"who's this?" Jessie asked, his breath smacking your ear.

"tom, meet Jessie, Jessie meet tom," you gestured to each other, Jessie stuck out his hand but tom ignored him. his eyes stayed on skye for a moment before he smirked and shook his hand.

"nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you," tom smirked, teasingly. Jessie didn't even notice, he really thought that could be true.

Jessie beamed, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, she didn't move. tom noticed, he laughed before saying, "does anyone want a drink?"

"oh I would love a drink," skye slurred slightly, tom laughed and decided she'll be fine with no more. he wanted her safe.

"okay anyone but skye," tom smirked again, Jessie laughed.

"man just get her something to drink, shes more relaxed for later," Jessie, smirked, winking at Tom laughing slightly. Tom's chest tighted.

"huh??" he asked, Jessie let go of skye so tom could hear him. Jessie stepped forward Tom's frame much bigger than his, Tom's nostrils flared at this thought.

"she's more relaxed when we have sex, usually when she's drunk I don't even need to ask. I just do," Jessie smirked, laughing. tom didn't think that was funny at all, his flared nostrils and his blue eyes now angry. he stared at Jessie, he wanted to hurt him.

*

she picked at her ripped jeans in class, anxiously tapping her leg on the ground, her nails scatching her skin slightly, leaving marks. she woke up to Jessie trying to touch her while she was passed out drunk, she screamed and kicked the shit out of him and dumped him on the spot. she was definitely sad but anxious and done.

tom found out about the break up, tom decided to beat the shit out of Jessie after school today. tom decided to ask Jessie to come look at his car, said something was wrong with it before shoving Jessie into the car and kicking his stomach several times finally spitting on him and calling him scum.

he caught skye on the way out, she looked like a mess but she's still beautiful of course.

"hey flower," he smirked uo at her, she nodded.

"Hi tom," she said, blankly. he stared at her, he just wanted to Hug her and make her okay.

"would you like to come over today and watch movies?" tom asked, hopeful it sounded innocent enough. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"I guess, let me go home and change," she said with a tight lipped smile, he smiled to himself.

"cool, here's my phone for your number so I can text you the address or I can come get you?" he said the last part like he was asking her, she took his phone and put in a number.

"I'll drive, don't worry about it," she breathed, leaning her head back against the car seat. tom smiled and nodded.

*

she pulled up to an apartment, I guess his family and him live in an apartment she thought to herself. she drove to the building number before turning off her engine. the snow crunched beneath her feet when she walked to his building. his door was on the first floor, she sighed and knocked on the door.

the door swung open, stood there was tom, in a red hat and underwear. tight black underwear. it's cold outside, why is he still huge?

she didn't realize she was staring at him till his hand waved in front of her face. she looked up at his, standing there he leaned against the door on the left side, arms crossed, smirking and admiring her for totally checking him out,

"flower," he smirked, the hair around his mouth barely peaking through, his wavy hair peaked out from underneath the hat.

"tom," her heart pounded, she wanted to be pounded by him, so bad.

"come on in, flower," his voice smooth, she nodded going inside his warm home. the first thing she noticed was that smell, and that feeling was happening all over again. she felt dizzy, but in the best way.

"can I take your coat?" he asked her, eyes burning into her. he had pants on now, but still shirtless. his body was truly so beautiful, his waist was snatched and his chest and arms were so large. she shuddered her thoughts away.

she nodded, giving him her coat and leaning down to take off her shoes. she watched him from behind, his back flexed barely moving to put her coat up on a coat hanger.

"what are we watching?" she asked, looking around his home. it a studio apartment, a red brick wall on the right side, his TV sat in front of it. plants spread out throughout his place, his curtains a white see through, his couch was a dark brown sectional. he had paintings spread out on the other wall, they were all nature scenes.

his large bed sat in the corner, very messy not made in the slightest. two pillows sat on one side with a black sheet only. the sun shined down through the windows on the bed, skye blinked before thoughts could invade her mind.

"uh, I figured we could watch a horror movie," his voice echoed, as he came walking out of the small kitchen area. he stared at her as she looked around, she felt her eyes on him.

"sure,"

*

the tension was so thick in the room, skye felt like she was hyperventilating. they sat close, their thighs touching, arms at their sides.

"so-uh, where is your family?" skye asked, startling tom. he was in deep thought, thinking about what it would be like to tease her and please her. he looked up at her, their eyes met.

"well, I'm of age so I don't need them," he laughed, his eyes bright staring into her.

skye nodded, she stared at the screen again.

"so I have a proposition for you," she looked at him, him smirking at her once again.

"obviously you notice the tension here, why don't we ya know do something about it? if we like it we can do it again?" skye stared at him, mouth slightly agape. he laughed, a very melodic sound.

"are you joking?" skye voice, laced with annoyance. he still smirking at her, he turned his body towards her. she gulped, ever so slightly and turned towards him.

"never," chills erupted on her skin, she shook her head. I mean it wouldn't be terrible, and it would be a one time thing if so, I can't imagine I'd enjoy it that much. he is right, she's touched herself to the thought of him almost everytime she has time, she's soaked now just sitting next to him.

his eyes bored into her, his hand slowly coming up to her face. his large hands calloused, and warm, grabs her face on both sides. she gasped, that familiar feeling bubbling up. her cheeks began to pink, he knew what she was feeling because he felt it too. he leaned forward and kissed her. just once, just a taste.

his lips, soft and plump pressed against hers. she pulled away, as far as possible. she sighed and shook her head. looking away from his gaze, she could feel him staring at her.

his eyes watched her, she won't look at him. that feeling, he wanted more. he was hungry for her. she was too, and they both knew it.

edit: part 2 is princess peach and part 3 is blue Jean baby

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Have you done the vanilla splatana wiper for the weapons asks?

Wiper doesn't really play at a speed I particularly enjoy, but I think it's pretty damn rad. The way it's constantly on the move, slipping in and out of combat using its paint and speed, just makes it really fun to watch, and I think the vanilla kit is perfect for it.

Takoroka Mesh / Barazushi Wrap / Desert Chukkas

[rahrizzle123]

Sans AUs x Splatoon 3 Weapons : part 2

▪︎Fresh : Clash Blaster Neo

- Super chumps and crayon blaster sound so silly for him

▪︎Outer : Annaki Splattershot Nova

- Idk I just kinda get Nova vibes. Maybe it's the inkjet.

▪︎Geno : Mini Splatling Zink

- Pretty chill weapon since he's a chill guy

▪︎Fatal_Error : Blobobber

- I hate this weapon but you know what maybe it fits him. The stupid bubbles can be glitches right?

▪︎Killer : Splatana Stamper

- Are you shocked? I was gonna a do wiper but he's kind of an aggressive fighter so he can have sweat weapon.

▪︎Horror : Dynamo Roller

- Big boy support roller

▪︎Dust : Z+F Splat Charger

- I feel like he'd be a charger but not backline like E-liter and scope or frontline like bamboo or squiffer. Do you think triple inkstrike is a good replacement of gaster blasters.

▪︎Cross : Dualie Squelchers

- I didn't wanna do splatana cause he uses two sword-like weapons, I wanted to try something else. I think squelchers fit cause I feel like he'd be more long range. Idk why I picked the vanilla but I like them more then custom.

▪︎Pale Ink : Charcoal Decavitator

- He's still a version of Ink but hear me out. Charcoal in the name and like Pale has no emotions and idk. You get it right?

▪︎Template Error : Painbrush Nouveau

- Well since he is a swap of Error the brush kinda fits, and it can be like a replacement of Penny(is it "ie" or "y" I forgot)

▪︎Lust : .52 Gal

- I think he's a simple guy so a simple weapon

I kinda wanna draw them in these weapon win poses😮‍💨 if I feel like it. Next is ig some random ones. I have a note full of just sans AUs I know from heart.

[thehappiestgolucky]

Not me playing around with weapons to figure out which each Sploon Slug would use because this actually became an au in my head-

so far I know Survivor is Splattershot because good ol reliable vanilla

Monk has to be something half passive

Hunter is Inkbrush because it’s melee and she’s the stand-in for original Agent 3, though I feel they might dabble in Stamper if they wanted to

Gourmand doesn’t do battle he’s working as a cook but if he has to it’s Dynamo Roller because lorge and hits hard when done right and SIPPIES

Artificer has to be some form of Blaster main, c’mon

Rivulet is ??? something quick, maybe some form of dualies?

Spearmaster is Octobrush because it’s the Agent 8 stand-in and thus hasn’t used a Splatana yet (but i feel it would use Splatana Wiper too)

and Saint. I want them to seem like he wouldn’t use a hard hitting weapon and then turn around and be an E-Liter main :)

[elemom]

my hcs for the ninja’s splatoon mains bc why not

Kai: Splatana Wiper. Kai’s weapon of choice is generally a sword, and I feel like he’d be a frontliner with an aggressive playstyle (which the vanilla wiper is great for)

Cole: Hydra Splatling. This was a hard choice, but I decided to make him a backliner for that good ol Team Balance. It’s a slow and heavy but incredibly strong weapon, with one of the highest DPS counts in the game, and the booyah bomb just feels right for cole.

Jay: Dapple Dualies Nouveau. I knew from the get go that he should have dualies and a general “quick” frontliner kit. Dapples are great for that, with incredible mobility and a combo of high damage and a quick fire rate.

Zane: Reef-Lux 450. this choice is biased. i’m a flux main and zane is my favorite BUT IN MY DEFENSE he did use a bow once!!! And the sleek and modern look of the reef lux fits his aesthetic!! Also, tenta missiles are fitting as the little HUD thingy feels robotty. Most importantly though, coming from a reef lux main: We die a lot! /j

Lloyd: Splattershot/Hero Shot. It’s the most Main Character weapon in the game! Not just that, but it’s currently dominating the meta. Strongest ninja, strongest weapon. I think that makes sense. Also I think lloyd deserves to pull out a big ass bazooka after all he’s been through.

Nya: Bloblobber Deco. Firstly, a bloblobber shoots bubble projectiles, fitting for the master of water. It also has Kraken, which is a mythological sea creature and thus fits in with Nya’s theming.

BONUS:

Pixal: E-Liter 4K Scope. I think a sniper weapon works well for Pixal, and the shiny design of the e-liter fits her vibe imo. Ink mines are perfect for her as a “preparation” sub, and wave breaker acts as a way to track the enemy team. Scoped variety because I think it’s cool.

Wu: Woe, Bamboozler be upon ye. I dont think i need to explain this one.

Garmadon: Gold Dynamo Roller. Garmadon 🤝 Splatoon players: waiting forever for the golden weapon

[mildlycoolgay]

plot relevant members of the shorts wars cast as splatoon weapons because im bored. you might not get explanations

jonny is the splattershot

riggy is the splooshomatic. they both are very annoying

and on that note pasta man is sploosh neo, which is just sploosh but worse.

danno is the splashomatic

dd is subsequently splash neo, which is splash but worse

pear is the splatana wiper, deco or not

melon is the splatana stamper (exclusively the vanilla kit)

bundun is the heavy splatling.

dunbun is the heavy splatling deco

joe is the mini splatling. yadayada fastest splatling yadayada speedrunning shorts.

coe is the zink mini splatling

the boss is the goo tuber which is most certainly the worst charger. fuck the boss /sfw

cdot is the z+f charger

datchia is the ballpoint splatling. ballpoint splatling is based off of pens. yada yada theorist.

im coming for the shorts wars tumblr next

[raidenloml]

3 from the askgane dor whichever characters u want >:]

ack!!!! ok so!!!

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

(this is a perfect question as ive been playing more splatoon 3 recently so i actually have a feel for the weapons i want my characters to use hihi + ill just list all of the ones i currently have chosen weapons for!)

turns out, this post grew way longer than i thought it would so uh woe read more be upon you

Arsenic:

Definitely Splatana Wiper as main and (Luna) Blaster as secondary, he has a quick and agressive playstyle so these are the weapons he usually goes for (also his aim is absolute dog with chargers and splatlings are a little bulky and slow for him, he can use shooters when needed but he doesnt find them interesting to play)

Link:

Probably sticks with a vanilla Splat Charger, likes to play support/backline but still pressures the opposite team quite a bit whilst staying out of fire himself. Other than his proficiency with his main weapon he probably has some practice in with other weapon classes as well. (This is because he works for Ammo Knights hihi)

I'd imagine him being kind of well known for his absolutely bonkers k/d ratio because of his high awareness playstyle but he would definitely have the dumbest deaths in practice :')

Zel:

Zel is a HUGE fan of heavy weaponry like this woman is absolutely insane about them and practices every single one she can get her hands on but her main weapon of choice in battle would probably be a Dynamo Roller or a Nautilus when she's feeling extra silly... as for why its mainly because it helps her stay physically strong and uhhh lifting super heavy weapon in practice means she doesnt have to go to the gym often

A4:

Definitely shooter class weapons, probably sticks to something like an N-Zap, Splash-o-Matic, Splattershot and Splattershot Pro but is quite handy with a Squiffer when needed. I imagine at some point A4 and Link would switch roles just before a match to confuse the opponent (very silly behaviour)

BONUS!!!!!!!! These are characters which i havent really thought of in a competitive sense or havent developed yet

itll be very messy going forward mainly because i want to yap so hard about these little inkfish thumbs up

Fern:

Fern doesn't really play that much but would probably prefer Dualies, not sure which but she'd probably switch it up sometimes

Violet:

Brella 100% (i dont know how to explain it i just feel it in my bones) her Brella would probably be decorated to the max literally her pride and joy (also known as her favourite fashion accessory as she's too busy with her job to actually use it in battle :( boowomp)

Amber: (<- Arsenic's younger sister!!!)

Brella/Bucket, i haven't really thought of her in battle but she'd probably just mess around a ton lol

Ise Rotag:

Ise was originally the character that was Link's like future partner??? their story was really nice but he got replaced by Arsenic after i abandoned the two for a few months and decided to revive Link again (you will see Ise more btw i fucking love his design and cuntyness) FOR THE WEAPON! Probably an Inkbrush honestly this guy loves to be annoying and sneak up on backliners when they least expect it, plays very aggressively as well... also his name has a really funny origin and if youre able to guess it ill uhh idk good job

I have 3 other characters but they all dont have names so uhm yeah ill just go quickly through these

oc based on coroika, inkling, probably something backline, dont imagine them in battle often

waiter, octoling, grim blaster (or so me from 2 years ago wrote down)

shut-in, inkling, new squiffer (again according to notes left to their design drawings)

2&3 were together and 1 was a sona for shits and giggles but uh theyll come back someday!! i promise!!! like their designs and relationship dynamics too much!!! they might even be Ise's new teammates!!!

[inumatsu]

splatmatsu au

in this theyre all inklings, but shoutout to @/moeatsushi’s splatoon au its sooooo gooddddddd

osomatsu: vanilla splattershot, tri noveau, nzap85. + most other weapons that have fizzy bombs or tacticooler. unintentionally plays meta weapons but doesnt know it and doesnt play them well. never has enough money/snails to upgrade the slots for his gear. likes run/swim speed. bums cash to pull on shellout machine. i think he would like marie + shiver the most. he would be fairly decent at salmon run if he got off his ass and went to work. turf + tc fav modes

karamatsu: 52+96 gal deco (he likes the sparkles), blaster + range blaster (he thinks the flames are cool), and if he had the muscles to lift up the dynamo hed play it. rockenberg fan, spent all his money 5starring the inky black rider. cant aim for shit, goes up to enemies and chickens out and gets splatted. likes special charge up but never uses his special because he likes how flashy it makes him. marina + shiver fan. zones fav mode

choromatsu: both nozzlenoses, bamboozler, stringer, snipewriter. i can see him using weapons that require multiple shots to kill fsr? pretends he understands the meta (he doesnt) and thinks playing off-meta weapons makes him better (it doesnt) copies high level gear sets as best he can, but he never has the chunks. number one theorycrafter but cant execute anything in battle. diehard squid sisters + callie stan. i feel like he would like rainmaker the most.

ichimatsu: chargers + splatlings, mainly eliter and heavy. prefers to play long range anchor but loves playing splatana stamper surprisingly. will shit himself the moment he gets ambushed or gets jumped when he pushes up with his team. respawn punisher on all his gear, even his stamper kit. usually loitering around the plaza like how smallfry does or in the lobby around judd. doesnt play anarchy but mainly turf and salmon with jyushi. doesnt fw the idols but i think he would like callie and big man.

jyushimatsu: dualies + rollers + sloshers, maybe wiper too. probably dapples, carbon, bloblobber mostly. really, he can flex to anything that isnt backline/anchor. loves special charge + movement abilities, and uses special immediately after getting it, loves zipcaster the most. turf + clam blitz + salmon run lover. grinding for that 333 gold scale banner. frye + callie fan.

todomatsu: brushes + brellas. definitely wears gear for fashion not abilities, but his fashion sense is kinda... bad. and the chunks that go with his gear dont have any synergy at all. you’ll never see him taking or helping in a teamfight. never swings his brush and never shoots his brella canopy because why would he have to? tower control fan if he had to pick, and i think hed like marie and pearl

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hi do you love vanilla splatana wiper there is a right answer

yeahg but im bad with it (unless its salmon run) stamper is better tho