#writing scents

[rayveneyed]

nanami kento is the kind of man that makes people swoon without even realising it.

he's the kind of man to walk into a luxury store after work, suit jacket folded over one arm and a bouquet of flowers in the other -- his blonde hair still mostly perfect from the high-end pomade he uses. he scours the shelves, frowning to himself, while the attendants whisper and giggle amongst themselves near the tills -- an argument over who will be the one to talk to him, because he's intimidatingly pretty.

("just look at him," one whispers. "he's definitely buying something for a girlfriend."

"a wife," another disagrees. "c'mon. he's giving husband vibes."

someone hums. "but i can't see a wedding band."

"his mother, maybe?" says one other. "oh, i love when guys come in shopping for their mother."

"nobody's mother is getting a bouquet of a hundred red roses--")

eventually, one of them is volunteered as a sacrifice -- smiling and sweet as all attendants should be, she clears her throat. the others, crowded around the till, watch the exchange closely. "excuse me, sir. is there anything we could help you with today?"

her mouth is dry and her hands are clammy -- and when he fixes her with those narrow, burning eyes, her throat bobs.

"ah, yes." and his voice is deep and gravelly and drawling, and her stomach turns. she can only imagine what her coworkers are thinking -- hell, she can only imagine what she's thinking. her mind has stopped short. "my girlfriend likes this brand quite a bit. i thought i'd pick her up something..."

disappointment brews in her stomach -- and it's stupid, she knows it's stupid, because obviously a guy like that is taken. and -- she glances down at the roses -- obviously he treats her super fucking well. of course he does, because why wouldn't he? "oh, perfect! do you have anything in mind?"

"well, actually..."

he ends up buying one of the priciest gift boxes available -- fancy body care and perfume laid out in their signature boxes, decorated with ribbon and dried lavender -- no argument, no fight. he doesn't look for something cheaper, doesn't try to haggle or remove something to decrease the price. he adds, and adds, and adds -- and when she mentions a special offer at the till, a little add on for an extra 2000 yen, he accepts it readily. he inserts a black card into the card machine (of course, a black card), takes the beautifully wrapped bag, and thanks the girls for their services -- and just as he's leaving, his phone rings.

of course he answers the phone with hello, darling. of course he begins to ask his girlfriend about her day, the girls think with some amount of annoyance -- of course. maybe the curse of retail isn't entitled assholes expecting you to wait on hand and foot for them -- maybe it's the handsome men coming in to splurge on their girlfriends while you're painfully single and working for pennies.

[quarterlifekitty]

Soap who’s so fucking nasty

Soap who does every single thing that your other boyfriends refused to do.

He kisses you after you suck him off. Eats his own cum out of you. Pins you down to get a taste of you when you’ve just come home after a long day— doesn’t let you shower. Likes you unshaven. Doesn’t want you wearing deodorant or perfume on his birthday.

He likes to fuck you when you’re sick because fevers just make your cunt even hotter than usual. And he’ll still shove his tongue down your throat— he doesn’t give a damn if he gets sick.

When you wake up he’ll start making out with you, smearing his cheek against the drool you left on the pillow.

He tells you he can practically smell your sweet, wet cunt. Then when he gets you undressed, he just buries his head between your legs and breathes deep.

Every time you go hiking he wants a pussyjob from you. He wants to leave a sticky mess for you to feel in your panties on the way back down. The leggings you wear just drive him crazy like that.

He likes for you to get each other off while you’re still clothed and then swap underwear.

[carnations-fixations]

God, listened to something the other night and I can't stop thinking about like, working a terrible office job an just totally zoning out for an hour, playing solitaire or tetris on your computer until your boss calls you into her office

And you're just like oh fuck oh fuck she's gonna fire me oh shit oh shit-

Then you finally get into her office and she's sitting at her desk, rubbing her temple and staring at her computer with pure fucking disdain

You manage to squeak out a small "You wanted to see me?" And she looks up, her face relaxing almost imperceptibly. She tells you to sit and you do, not giving your obedience a second thought. You're still terrified you'll be out of a job.

"This meeting is killing me, and I know you're not doing any work in there, so you're going to stay here with me until it's over."

You look at her confused.

"I've seen you check me out more than enough times by now, love. Now, you can absolutely walk back out that door and keep not-working, I assure you no one's stopping you, or you can stay here and earn a little bonus."

Now you understand what's happening. She points to the floor next to her and you stand, walking over and kneeling. You think about leaving. You think about quitting. But she's right, you've been very attracted to her since the moment you saw her, and you struggle to keep your eyes off her body. So maybe this isn't so bad

She starts by just petting your hair as you sit there, staring forward and feeling a cocktail of anxiety, fear, and excitement bubbling in your chest. Then she gets even more bored, and slowly turns her chair so that you're facing each other instead of being side by side

"Last chance," She says, staring lasers into your skull. You can't bring yourself to meet her gaze, but you stay right where you are, obediently making your allegiance clear.

"Good girl," She says, opening her legs. She puts your head between her thighs, not taking off her pants, at least not yet. You finally look up at her, and she's staring at you with the most intense adoration you've ever been subject to. She's surprisingly gentle, simply petting your hair and looking down at you. Her pants are starting to bulge, the sight of you between her legs enough to get her aroused.

You feel daring enough to, while keeping eye contact, kiss her inner thigh. She grins and nods.

"Go on, doll."

Your chest feels like it's wrapped around a nuclear core. Jesus Christ this is hot- you look away, blushing profusely, and she slaps you. Not exceedingly hard, but it stings and sends a message.

"Eyes up here, doll."

You nod again, looking back up at her and placing gentle kisses on her thighs, moving higher... higher... until her grip on your hair becomes somewhat sadistic, pushing you closer to her now-prominent bulge.

You kiss and nuzzle and- god she smells fucking good- it's already enough to get you feeling high off her scent. She nods and pets you, pushing you down, although you don't need it. You'd already be grinding your face against her regardless.

Finally, you get brave, and reach up to her belt.

"That's it, dolly, go ahead- You know how to please Mommy, don't you~?"

God- No one's really talked to you like this before, and it makes your head swim, forgetting the inappropriate nature of all of this. All you want is to make her happy- You undo her belt with shaking hands and unzip her pants, just pulling them apart enough to get to what you need-

She's nice enough to help you pull her panties down, and you finally have access to her long, throbbing cock. A sound escapes you, like an excited squeak.

"Aww, little puppy wants a treat?"

You feel hot and fuzzy and strange and all you can think about is sucking Mommy's cock like a good little whore- you don't even know where these impulses come from. At this point, you don't care. You just inhale and let the scent of her musk erase all your thoughts.

"Open."

You obey.

She lowers herself onto your tongue.

"Suck."

You obey.

She pushes your head down, lower, until you're gagging harshly.

"Good fuckin' girl- Mnh--fuck, you're not too bad at this, I should keep you around-- nnNNgh-"

Hearing her voice break only makes your mind break double, looking up at her and sucking like your life is on the line, She bites back loud moans, dictating your pace with a hand in your hair. As she starts to get rougher and rougher, you can't help but feel so, so needy- hitting your uvula and making you gag, something you never thought you'd like, is like heaven in her hands.

"Mmn-- God you're such a good little whore for Mommy- NHfh--"

The praise only makes you more excited, and you find yourself starting to grind on her wing-tip Oxford's, whining on her cock. She doesn't notice, too distracted by your mouth, she starts to roughly fuck your face, hold you steady as she bucks her hips.

You feel her tense, and you whine, pushing yourself down all the way as she cums down your throat. The noise you make is depraved, and she responds with a low, gutteral groan, holding you down and breathing heavily.

Finally, she let's you up, her seed dripping down your chin from what you couldn't swallow. She takes her finger and runs it up your chin, gathering up the string that's fallen out, and shoves it in your mouth.

"Good fucking girl, perfect for Mommy... Now, clean her off."

You lick and suck at the tip of her limp cock, cleaning off all of the cum you can before putting her dick away. You're still grinding on her shoe, not even really thinking about it, but you're making noises that tip her off, and now that you're not choking on her cock you notice how close you are.

"Aww, little slut got so worked up she couldn't help herself, huh?"

You nod, whining and holding onto her leg.

"Are you close, doll?"

You nod again.

"Go ahead baby, keep going. I want you to cum for Mommy, okay? Just keep going and say Mommy's name when you cum, doll"

You nod again, quickly and appreciatively, grinding and whimpering as you feel your orgasm flood closer. You manage to whine out a single word as you cum, ruining yourself in her office.

"Mnhhh- Mm-Monmy--!!"

She pets your hair and smiles down at you, clearly pleased at your obedience as you ruin yourself on her shoe.

Well, now there's a problem. You're panting and shaking on the floor, covered in her cum and your own, and you still have another 3 hours of work.

"You can clean up in my office's bathroom, darling, take your time. I want you to finish out the day in that skirt, though. Some people have been getting a little too friendly with my doll, and they need to be reminded who you belong to."

You mumble out a slurred "Yes Mommy" as you sit limp against her leg, catching your breath.

Something tells you this isn't a one time deal.

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚🪻✩ scent prompts

¹⁾ cigarette smoke

²⁾ cheap, dollar-store cologne

³⁾ pavement slabs after rain

⁴⁾ burning popcorn

⁵⁾ pungent gasoline

⁶⁾ heady amber incense

⁷⁾ salty sea air

⁸⁾ freshly turned earth

⁹⁾ sharp lemon zest

¹⁰⁾ floral laundry detergent

¹¹⁾ acrid black smoke

¹²⁾ stale sweat

¹³⁾ sweet coconut body wash

¹⁴⁾ rich coffee beans

¹⁵⁾ sautéing garlic

¹⁶⁾ iron-tinged blood

¹⁷⁾ sharp acetone

¹⁸⁾ crisp mint toothpaste

¹⁹⁾ synthetic cleaning supplies

²⁰⁾ cheap hotel hand soap

²¹⁾ pristine paperbacks

²²⁾ expensive, luscious perfume

²³⁾ cheap, waxy candles

²⁴⁾ grass cuttings

²⁵⁾ dense smoke

[koipudding]

jing yuan, who loves when you’re wearing his clothes, and you return them to him. it’s so domestic and simple but he craves it. (gn reader, not a serious drabble.) reader is characterized as smaller than jy, interpret as you wish.

wc: 470

The clothes smell like you, of course. The laundry detergent you bought, your shampoo and the little scent beads you like to put in the washing machine. He doesn’t mind the musk that lingers on his old shirts after you clean the whole house, no of course not. Jing Yuan adores smelling your musk, lotion and conditioner melding together and melting into his shirt.

You go out to buy new scent beads every other month, a tiny little jar of them. Jing Yuan swears to anyone who listens that you’re doing this on purpose. Mixing your shampoo and lotion to match with the scent beads, changing the fabric softener to mess with his head (and laundry). He laments this to Fu Xuan, Qingzu, and Yanqing, who all beg you to stick to one routine before the General loses his sanity (of course, everyone groans and ignores him. they’ve had enough of his marital escapades, and they just tell him to marry you again if he’s this smitten. Thus, after a decade of marriage, Jing Yuan has rewritten his vows.) He likes these little variances in his routine, the little harmless surprise that keeps him on his toes.

(He swears it's just because you picked it out. You know it's because it reminds him that there's finally a home for him to return to.)

"I'm back, do you know what the others said during the meeting, they were planning on handing off more paperwork, but I insisted mimi and you would--" He stops in his tracks. This must be unfair. Divine Punishment? Did he anger Lan? his ancestors?

Jing Yuan sees you wearing nothing but some socks, his shorts and t-shirt (both of which hang off of your smaller frame). He runs over, pace quickening.

You yelp quietly, backing away before he pounces onto you, bearing all of his weight onto you. He can't help it, you're so cute wearing his outfit, doing laundry and making dinner.

“You smell so good.” he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sun on your skin, lotion he bought for you, and the conditioner you've taken from his stash.

“And you smell icky.” You push him off gently, but his arms only tighten. He just got back from work, and he reeks of sweat. But you can’t ignore how your heart races whenever he gets up to these antics, and you can’t help but indulge in his whims. 

This is a regular habit. He barely removes his armor before running to you, and clings to you like a sullen child, asking about dinner and how his darling and mimi have been. You can only sigh and pat his head while he recharges in your lap (or, in Yanqing’s words: naps.) 

"thank you, for everything," He whispers into your ear, "You're doing great, sweetheart."

a/n: I was talking to a coworker abt how the only thing that brings me joy now is a 2d man (jy) and buying new scent beads/laundry scent boosters or sample perfume. then I had this idea. also that ending bit :,) sending good vibes to all with my first fic of the new yr!

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Steve Harrington’s favorite smell was freshly made bread. Specifically banana bread. When he was younger his Mother and Grandmother would make some form of bread every Sunday morning for church. He remembers how the scent would move to his room, waking him up from a deep sleep.

During Christmas it was Cherry bread, during Halloween it was pumpkin. Sometimes if they got adventurous they would mix chocolate chips into it as well. That was most commonly for special occasions though.

After his grandmother passed away, there was no more bread. No more special occasions with chocolate chips. His mother stopped baking all together and stayed hidden in her bedroom. Her normal smell, a soft strawberry scent, changed rotten.

As Steve got older, when he presented as an omega, the smell of other Alphas was overwhelming to him. It was to strong. It wasn’t like the warm comforting smell of bread. He found himself always getting a headache instead.

Then, part way through the school year a smell started to hit him. One that reminded him of chocolate chip pumpkin bread. It wasn’t exactly that but it was close enough that Steve’s mouth and eyes began to water. He had to take a few minutes in the bathroom before he felt comfortable enough to not cry in math class.

As each day passed the smell started to get stronger, not in a bad way. It began to shift between scents as well. Some days it was chocolate pumpkin bread, others it was just pumpkin and then on rare occasions it would shift into mint chocolate chip. Steve was slowly beginning to realize it was rare for the chocolate smell to not be there, on whoever it was.

He assumes that the smell belonged to another omega, whom typically have sweeter smells. So he went to search for who it belonged to. It takes weeks to pin point a select few. It was between Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Tommy Hagen and a complete wild card, Eddie Munson. He can’t ever pin point who it was, and when the smell is near those were normally the people in the same room as him.

He discovers in math that Robin smells like bananas. Though she wasn’t the smell he was searching for his omega still wanted to be near her nothing-less. Then there was Nancy, who smelt like fresh mint. Similar to toothpaste. He wasn’t sure if that was the smell. Too nervous to go up to her, she was a smart and pretty alpha and he wasn’t the brightest omega around. Tommy Hagen smelt like cream soda, it attracted his omega up until he got closer. The smell would be too strong and he was quickly eliminated.

Finally it left him to Eddie Munson. The last person he needed to check. He moves himself awkwardly through the woods, nearly tumbling over a tree root here and there. When he finally makes it to the picnic table, the one he’s only heard about through passing teenagers. He could smell the faint smell of pumpkin. As if the person had been there moments prior.

Hesitant, he moves slowly. Looking around to make sure he wasn’t about to be jumped. He then sets his stuff down at the table, moving to sit like he had been told to by carol. Who’s gotten stuff from Munson in the past, and he waits.

It doesn’t take longer than ten minutes for the smell of fresh chocolate chip pumpkin bread to hit his face. His mouth watering a bit as he turns his head to see who it was coming from.

It was Eddie. Who was currently shoving half a brownie in his face, very ungracefully. Some of the chocolate smearing on the side of his mouth as he jumps startled. Like he had been caught red handed for theft. He tilts his head curiously before he begins to basically prance his way to the table with a chocolaty smile.

Nothing about the Alpha was coordinated. His limbs moved awkwardly, and he didn’t seem to be able to sit still. Even as he begins to talk his mouth was still full. Steve didn’t understand a word he said.

“What?” He asks shyly. Fidgeting with his shirt a bit. He was tempted to get up and leave. He now knew where the scent was coming from. Mystery solved. He could move on. But his omega wanted to stay. Stay wrapped in the comforting smell he has been seeking out for weeks.

Eddie’s face goes a soft red, swallowing the brownie before he coughs a little. Then clears his throat before trying again. “Sorry- I um.. just took an edible. Wasn’t expecting anyone to be here so I thought I would chill out here and enjoy the high.“ he laughs awkwardly.

Steve makes an oh face, moving to stand up. “Oh sorry, I can go. I don’t even know why I came out here. I uh-“ he starts to ramble out.

He was nervous. He doesn’t know why. He’s made numerous alphas almost cry from his bitchy remarks. Made sure that they knew he wasn’t some shy dumb omega looking for a knot. But here he was stumbling over himself like a moron. He wasn’t looking for a knot but his omega seemed to be without his knowledge.

Eddie’s face softens a bit before he stands up himself. Putting his hands forward. “No, no you don’t have to leave. I just didn’t expect royalty is all. What can I do for you?”

Steve bites his lip realizing he doesn’t know. He didn’t actually plan on buying anything. But he also didn’t want to tell the other the real reason for being out here. His face grows red before he shrugs.

“I uh.. actually don’t know if I’m honest. I kind of just wandered and found myself here.” He admits, watching the other carefully tilt his head. Eddie opens his mouth, before closing it. Letting a soft ‘Hmph’ out, as if he were stumped.

“Well…” Eddie drags out carefully. “You can always just chill out here with me if you want. I’ll just be high off my ass.”

Steve nods his head before hesitantly sitting down again. “What do you normally do out here anyway?” He asks curiously. He wants to start a small conversation with the other.

Eddie grins as if he’s waited to be asked that his entire life. “Well I mostly sell here, but on occasion I like to get high and just sit and appreciate nature. It clears my head, you know?” He hums out. Leaning forward slightly as his eyes never leave Steve. As if he wanted to hear everything he had to say and actually cared.

Steve nods his head with a soft smile, “yeah,” he says gently. He was beginning to understand what Eddie meant. There wasn’t much that cleared Steve’s head. Not even basketball fully did that for him. But right now, sitting across from Eddie pretty much swimming in his scent his head felt the clearest it’s ever been.

Swimming had always been Steve’s favorite sport.

As time went on and they slowly talked, Steve watches in real time as Eddie gets more giggly. His eyes slowly growing red and how more lively the other was becoming. The way his hands flew out to grasp his chest playfully before he fell off the bench. Not caring about the leaves that get tangled in his curls or the possibility of getting hurt.

What captivated Steve the most was how the alphas scent slowly changed. It kept shifting between the familiar pumpkin to a mint chocolate chip smell. Unable to stay on one smell for longer than a few minute’s. It was like his pheromones had a base case of ADHD as well.

Steve’s smile was wide, he felt high himself just being in the other males presence. He rambles about nonsense with the other. About the birds in the trees, the leaves that were changing color, DnD, and even discussing stories about parties going wrong.

Eddie couldn’t sit still Steve notices. His hands were fidgeting with his rings, his legs bounced and his head body was always swaying back and forth just a little.

“Dude you’re so high,” Steve laughs out. Nose scrunching up as he smells the others scent changing again. He enjoyed it, never able to get bored.

Eddie giggles in response, his eyes nearly closed as he stumbles off his seat. Nearly falling on his face. He lands on his knees and flops down. He lays on his stomach, cheek pressed against the dirt as he blinks slowly at Steve.

Steve was slightly worried the other was going to fall asleep on him. So, just in case he moves to sit a couple of inches away from the other. Watching how the other tilts his head up, dopily, to keep his eyes on him. His heart melts a little, the other reminds him of a sleepy puppy.

The thought of pups makes his heart do flips.

This was the dorkiest alpha he has ever met.

“So, how long do edibles normally affect you?” He asks curiously, moving his fingers mindlessly through the pile of leaves next to him. Not looking back at the other, afraid that if he met the others heated stare he might do something stupid.

“Oh, a couple of hours.” Eddie hums gently. “But don’t worry, you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to.” He yawns gently. He then shifts his right knee up higher, closer to his chest.

Steve snorts, looking up from the ground as he raises an eyebrow at the other.

“Eddie you could barely walk without falling on your face,” he points out. He can’t help but wonder how the alpha did this by himself all the time.

“Hm, they don’t normally hit me this hard.” Eddie comments, opening his mouth to say something else but stops.

After a moment of silence he finally caves and adds on. “I think you may be the reason why I’m falling on my face sweetheart. Your scent is like a high on its own.”

Steve could tell the other wasn’t fully processing what he was saying. That still doesn’t stop his face from growing red.

He smiles shyly, “yeah? What do I smell like?”

Eddie hums, his face screwing up in thought. “You smell like fresh brownies. Like the best weed brownies I’ve ever made but better.” He says confidently. He then lifts his head up as he asks, “what do I smell like?”

Steve doesn’t understand how Eddie’s eyes were getting so red. He would be slightly worried if the other didn’t seem to be enjoying himself so much.

“Well, your smell kind of changes. It was chocolate pumpkin bread, now it’s a mint chocolate chip but I’m sure it’ll go back to pumpkin soon.” Steve laughs softly. “It’s part of the reason I ended up wandering out here.” He finally admits. He felt more comfortable with the other, trusted the other wouldn’t be mean.

Eddie’s grin grows as he pushes himself up off the ground. He slowly crawls closer to Steve, completely unaware of personal space. His hair moves around a bit, sending a gust of his scent Steve’s way. He stays a few inches away but he smelt stronger being this close. It was making Steve light headed. His omega makes a soft content chirp in response. Steve thinks he might die.

“Really?” Eddie asks. His body falls to the ground again, his head just inches away from lying in Steve’s lap.

“Yeah.” Steve stutters out. He wants to put his hands in this oblivious alphas hair, and nose in his neck. He’s never wanted anything more in his life.

Eddie smiles dumbly up at the other, lifting a finger to poke at Steve’s neck. Pressing against where his mating mark would be someday.

“That’s cool, you have to freckles right here. As if it’s marking the spot for your mate.” Eddie says casually. Getting distracted from what Steve said. Moving his hand back, hair getting tangled in more leafs

Steve can’t hold himself back anymore. He moves a hand down and carefully pulls a twig from the others hair. Ignoring, for the moment, how Eddie’s eyes closed. His face and body relaxing fully for the first time they’ve been out here. When he finally gets it pulled out, he brings his hands back in his lap.

He then watches amused as Eddie lets a pathetic whine out. “That felt nice.” Eddie says sleepily.

Steve desperately wants this alpha in his bed. Not in a sexual manner but for cuddling purposes.

“Yeah?” Steve teases as he watches the other scramble around a bit. Sees how focused the other’s face was before he flops his head down in Steve’s lap. Like a care free dog.

Steve can’t help but let out a giggle, not fully understanding how he got here. But he catches the others hint and begins to play with his hair. Carefully scratching at his scalp.

He watches as the other begins to fall asleep. A soft purr leaving him. Steve’s never heard an alpha purr before. Didn’t even know it was a thing.

Instead of saying anything he stays silent and keeps playing with the other’s hair until it began to grow dark.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers gently. Hesitatingly brushing a hand against the alphas face in hopes of waking him up slowly.

It seems to do the trick as Eddie wakes up almost immediately. His eyes glossy with sleep, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks up at Steve confused. “Huh?” He sounds groggy. His scent changing to a fresh bread smell.

Steve bites his lip amused. “You fell asleep on me.” He teases.

Eddie’s face grows red as he quickly moves up. Pulling away to sit up, rubbing his eyes carefully. “I’m so sorry, that doesn’t normally happen. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He rambles out.

Steve shakes his head, “it’s alright. I didn’t mind.” He was sleepy himself now. Meeting Eddie’s eyes who land back on his. Neither of them know what to do with themselves.

Eddie decides a hug is the thing to do. He crawls over and wraps his arms around Steve, awkwardly and pats his shoulders. His neck shoving its way in Steve’s face, leaving him no room but to get the full scent blasted in his face. He wants to stay like this forever. Before he can say as such Eddie is pulling away and stumbling over himself awkwardly. His words not comprehendible before he leaves the woods.

[xochimillilili]

Dumbification and musk really do go hand in hand quite easily, just makes me wish I saw more of it. Not only dumbing down a subby pet with words, light and rough teasing touches but by getting them even weaker and dumb with pure scent.

Just pinning down and pressing your pit against a puppy girl, seeing her eyes roll and legs easily stretch open with a few cute wags of her tail and puppy hips at the scent of your warmth. Easier yet with a bunny, just gotta pin the breeding slut down and keep them trapped between your thighs, the slick heat and smell of your cunt already getting their dumbed brain thinking of nothing but breeding.

Or maybe a kitty or a fox. Fiesty as it squirms and thrashes against you, before going still and stupid once you've got a grip on their throat and your fat leaking cock throbbing against their pretty lips. Just a dumb animal in heat, unable to go against the scent of need

[heretical-cogitations]

Don't know if anyone else has said this but I've been seeing alot of talk about space marines having an enhanced sense of smell and how they can sniff out arousal etc.

BUT imagine if that's just what the armory smells like because everyone in there dressing them is so down bad.

To the point the space marine doesn't  realise what the smell actually is and is stood there wondering why their serf smells like the changing room.

[applepiealopecoid]

scents and smells to use in your writing

sandalwood — think intoxicating, slightly masculine (if you want it to be), wood-y,

fresh laundry — think febreeze, freshly cleaned clothes, cleaning wipes, that kinda thing

cinammon — think cinnamon rolls, desserts, sugar, sweetness

vanilla — sweet and soft. it’s a classic and i feel it’s almost feminine because it’s in a lot of perfumes but it can be for anyone

sea salt — think sand on your feet, sea in your lungs, maybe a few seagulls cawing. a very beach-y smell

chlorine — think of pools, summer, theme parks with water slides. it’s not the most appealing smell but it certainly is a smell

strawberry — when i think of strawberries, i think of strawberry picking when i was little and kind of the taste of the strawberries themselves. as for the ice cream or perfume kinda strawberry, it’s a fun and sweet smell

chocolate — think hot chocolate, a hershey’s kiss, that hint of chocolate in your coffee creamer. it’s warm and cozy

coconut — think tropical, beachy, refreshing. when most people see coconuts they see “exotic”

banana — think banana sundae, banana smoothie, fruit-y smell, laffy taffy, that kinda thing

apple — think apple trees, apple jam, apple pie, that kinda sweet crisp smell

pine — think of a damp, dirty forest with towering trees and leaves gracing its floor. maybe a deer or two is nearby. it’s a forest smell basically

metallic — think of blood, wet copper or iron, etc.

dirt/earth — think the smell of dirt, grass, trees. the general smell of nature

rose — think romantic, date night, mysterious, alluring. roses are most commonly associated with life and affection, at least in american culture

sweat — think intense workout, maybe tangy, smoky, etc. just sweat

mint — think of waking up bright and early, toothpaste, doctor’s offices, etc. mint really speaks as fresh to me

damp, wet, wet dog — think of moist places, like a really old pool or something akin to that

dew — think early morning and mist in the air. can be associated with spring as well

musk — think of a scent similar to sweat, but the aftermath. not just pure sweat everywhere, but the scent about an hour after you work out. it smells different for everyone though

smoke — think of that scent you smell when a fireplace turns off, wood stops burning, or when you overcook something

spicy — think of ginger, paprika, spices in general. it’s a kind of fun and daring smell

toasty, warming — this can be anything warm you want: hot cocoa, warm blankets, turning the heater on, summer, fireplace flames

floral — this can be any flower you want it to be. spring is full of it, it is the embodiment of a bouquet, and is the scent you smell when you “stop to smell the flowers”

[quarterlifekitty]

hii

can I ask for more scent kink soap? ugh just something about that nasty nasty man GETS me.

So first of all this is inspired by this post that I’m fucking obsessed with so. Omegaverse be upon ye

Freak Soap who finds a pair of used panties on the floor of the communal laundry room in his flat building. So, like the animal he is, he lifts it to his face to sniff.

And like. He’s never really believed in being able to smell someone and just know that they’re a perfect match. Like, that’s nonsense. But right now? If he had a tail it’d be thumping. Like, he whines when he pushes the gusset of your panties right up to his nose, that’s how amazing it smells to him.

He ends up waiting in the laundry room all night to see if the owner will show. No luck. Sulks back to his flat, keeps the panties bunched up in his face while he fists his cock more than a few times.

Every so often he’ll catch little whiffs of it. It’s actually a very subtle scent— it’s probably why he’s never noticed, not till it was concentrated in that slick-soaked fabric. Sort of like how there are some things you’d never find unless you already knew what they looked like. People tell all kinds of stories about scents. That their mates smelled of bergamot and lemongrass, teakwood and honeycomb candy, peppermint and vanilla— all sorts of bath and bodyworks style shite. God knows he’s heard the word petrichor enough for one lifetime.

Gaz told Soap that he smelled like salt and single malt whiskey. Also dirt, but they all smelled like dirt at the time.

This scent was fascinatingly, infuriatingly simple and yet it smelled like the embodiment of home, of comfort—

You smelled like wheat. Warm wheat. It wasn’t spicy, herbaceous, sweet, earthy. Just… wheat.

At the front door of the building. By the mail boxes. In the laundry room. Sometimes, in a cruel twist of fate— right by his own front door. Always weak— just traces. Never accompanied by the wearer. His unpredictable schedule of deployments and leave just make it harder to try to track.

Until one day he comes back. Long bloody mission, dragged through mud, run ragged. Just barely able to scrape through to the finish line before his rut started, thank god. And yet, he’s dreading it. That pair of panties has basically all but lost any traces of you, he’s had it and held it in desperation for so long.

When the lift door opens, he can feel his spine straighten in alert. Wheat. Abundant. Fertile. You’re so close, and so close to a heat.

He drops his duffel by his door as he loses the battle to think of anything but stuffing his knot in a soft, hot cunt. His cock is already painfully hard as the rut claws and pricks at his synapses, coiled and at the ready. But he doesn’t have to travel far.

The door across the hall from his.

He gets low to the ground, like he’s trying to squeeze himself under the door— trying to get closer and closer to the scent.

Knocking, introducing himself, and acting like a human being is far from the forefront of his mind. His first instinct is to jiggle the handle of the door, growling when he finds it locked.

His second instinct is to dig the picking tools from his duffle.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Scent

odorous, fragrant, redolent, aromatic - emitting and diffusing scent

odorous - applies to whatever has a strong distinctive smell whether pleasant or unpleasant (e.g., "odorous cheeses should be tightly wrapped")

fragrant - things, such as flowers or spices, with sweet or agreeable odors (e.g., "a fragrant rose")

redolent - applies usually to a place or thing impregnated with odors (e.g., "the kitchen was redolent of garlic and tomatoes")

aromatic - things emitting pungent, often fresh odors (e.g., "an aromatic blend of tobaccos")

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[blueberrybeomgyu]

i just read your taesan and myungjae sub fics and OMGGGGGG….. i’m about to rip my hair out those were so good😭😭 CAN I PLEASEEE request a LEEHAN SUB FIC 😭😭 where’s he’s just absolutely down bad for the reader PLSSS

heck yes!!! i haven't been really in the mood to write full fics lately, so im just gonna put down some ideas?? and maybe i'll turn it into something later!! if you want somethin abt leehan edging himself, lmk and i'll write it for you!!

* I'm ofc thinking roommate!leehan who acts indifferent to you but is actually obsessed with you, like his crush on you runs sooo deep

* sometimes you walk past him and he gets a whiff of whatever fragrance you have on, something so sweet it almost makes his head hurt, and he's immediately addicted to the smell. when you're not home, he sneaks in your room and steals something from your hamper -- a tshirt, a hoodie, anything with your scent baked into it

* he does unholy things to himself with his face buried in whatever fabric he could get his hands on, and later, when you ask him if he's seen these things, his poker face is so good you don't even second guess him

* but that isn't enough, and soon, he needs more. you guys begin building a closer friendship, and he's always been flirty, but he also becomes more handsy, giving you backhugs and shoving his face in your neck, he can't help himself, the scent is so much stronger straight from the source

* one day when you're out, he's so desperate for release that he finds himself in your bed, head buried in your pillow as he fucks the mattress pathetically. his pants are pulled down just low enough so that he can rub his dick against the soft fabric of your duvet, and the feeling has his eyes rolling back into his head. your scent is so strong in your room, hitting him from all corners, and he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't hear you enter

* you call out his name but he doesn't hear you, so you walk over to him and tap his shoulder. you're standing with your arms crossed and your hip out. you haven't even said anything, but your unamused facial expression has him feeling so needy, and the embarrassment of being caught makes his skin hot all over, and he's soaking your blankets with his cum before he can stop himself

* post-nut clarity has him apologizing profusely, immediately, but he's stunned with you press a finger to his lips to shush him.

* your own fantasies about leehan have often drifted from family-friendly, so you push him back against the bed and straddle him. after all, he's been so naughty, doesn't he deserve a punishment?

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : bbbg leehan overstim fic when???

[konigsblog]

wanna write about gym bro-könig and his filthy scent kink.. :'(

he promises he's just trying to help you, fix your form, and make sure you stretch properly before your workout, but you can feel the outline of his hard, prominent boner against your tight ass as he grinds and rolls his muscular hips against your trembling body, taunting you for being silly and accusing him of being a pervert...

perhaps, sitting on his lengthy and fat cock, only bouncing whilst he's bench pressing, smelling his hot, sweaty musk as you rub your hands against his sturdy, yet sweaty, hairy chest.

tell me your thots™️ ;3

[juukai]

DCAtober day 11: Naptime

moon/sun x reader, ~5.2k words, fluff

soft moon lovers come get your soup

You honestly had not been this tired in quite some time.

You didn't even have a good reason for it. You hadn't stayed up late reading or watching videos or playing games. You hadn't been stuck doomscrolling on your phone in bed for hours. You'd taken your melatonin and gone to bed as normal. Sure, you'd struggled a bit to fall asleep, but that was a known issue; that was what you took the little purple gummies for as instructed by the bottle.

Sun had given you a little bit of a look when you had come in for the day, leading you to believe that there must have been some outward signs that you were exhausted, but he was momentarily polite enough not to say anything.

That also could have been because of the two kids that were hanging off of him and using him as a jungle gym, and he had taken his attention off of you fairly quickly to wrangle them into a safer activity. Namely, rocketing through the play structures as fast as they could to see who could get to and down the slide fastest.

The more that the day wore on from there, the more you could feel the exhaustion weighing on you like a physical force trying to drive you into the ground. All of your limbs felt heavy, like it took much more energy than usual to move them and you did so slower than normal as a result. Sun had told you, when you'd come in after he sent the two kids propelling through the play equipment and had made sure that they were distracted, that you would be on arts and crafts duty today, at least in the beginning. You were there for the kiddos who didn't want to go do some of the more physical play, who wanted a space to draw crude animals or pictures of their families that would get hung up on the fridge later, or to color in provided sheets of the different Glamrocks.

Sun always made sure that there was something to do for the kids who got overstimulated with the rowdier play, or for those who just weren't in the mood. Most days the two of you would switch off on who was managing what, unless he had something else planned in the slot for the kids. Puppet shows, movies, they even did more in-depth craft days like making things with quick-dry clay, or pulling out the smocks and letting kids work with paints rather than just crayons, markers, and colored pencils. Sun especially seemed to like paper pal days, though Moon seemed to dislike picking glue out of their joints after the children had all packed up and gone home.

Putting you at the art table today was almost a punishment, though, and Sun didn't seem to be interested in switching. You normally didn't mind, you helped the kids make what shapes they were looking for in their art, or just sat and praised them when they were looking for that. But today it was hard to not feel like every minute was dragging on, and it was an exercise in will not to let your eyes grow tired and heavy while you were sat in one place for so long. You'd be slower and probably clumsier than usual playing with the kids, but at least it would probably wake you up.

Morning snack time was a little reprieve which you appreciated. Getting up to pass out the snacks with Sun was nice and allowed you to stretch and get some energy back. You tried to ask Sun if you guys could trade places then, but he'd just shaken his head and told you that he had it covered and that you could keep taking a break at the table. You had wanted to push and explain why you wanted to switch, but he hadn't let you get more than a word out any time you had tried and eventually had gently pushed you in that direction.

It wasn't worth the fight, you'd just do your best to shake off the run-down feeling.

You had disappeared entirely during naptime. You waved to Moon when he came out and motioned towards the direction of the food court while on your way to the door when he'd given you a questioning look.. You felt a little bad for ducking out on him straight away, but the way that he nodded gave you the impression that he understood and it didn't look like he held it against you at all as he approached the gaggle of children. There would be no way that you could last with the lights out and the calm music playing over the speakers, especially during story time listening to Moon's deeper soothing voice he used to put the kids at ease.

Your lunch was uneventful other than making the mistake of laying your head down once you'd finished a spicy chicken sandwich and some slightly soggy fries. You had only meant to relax for the last fifteen minutes of your break, to convince your body that some rest was better than nothing during your work day and then you'd be able to tackle the rest of your shift without feeling vaguely like a zombie. You had woken up to a message from Moon to your Fazwatch five minutes after when you should have clocked back in, asking if you were alright or needed an out from another forced conversation with one of your coworkers. Thomas was a nice enough guy, but he really didn't like to let you go when you tried to exit interactions with him. Moon liked to tease you about Thomas had quite a crush.

You had dashed back down to the daycare after getting rid of your trash, messaging back that you were alright and that you were on your way back now.

Sun was the one greeting you when you returned, waving from where he was leaning over a table in able to help a kid, judging by the way that he had a hand over theirs on a colored pencil. You waved back, setting your backpack behind the security desk. By the time you had stood back up and were making your way back around, Sun was there to meet you with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Hello, Sunbeam! Everything okay?"

You smiled up at him. "Everything's fine, Sunny. Sorry I'm back late, I put my head down for a minute and the next thing I knew Moon was checking on me."

His head cocked to the side slightly, his expression growing a little concerned while his smile remained. "Are you sure that you're alright? You haven't seemed quite yourself today."

It was cute that he was concerned, and you appreciated it, really. There weren't a whole lot of people in your life getting concerned about you day-to-day, not like they did. "I'm just really tired today, Sunny-bunny. That's all, promise."

The reaction to that was near instantaneous. He straightened, looming just a bit, and the new posture while he was looking down at you cast his face in the shadow of the lights above. His normally blank eyes gained a pinprick of color in the center, and you knew then that you'd stepped in it.

"You should sleep." His voice wasn't Moon's, Sun's was still what the box would be set to since he was the one in control, but it was much deeper than Sun's normally dipped.

You snorted softly. "I can't sleep on the job, Moon. Believe it or not, they pay me to help take care of the kids, not catch some Zs."

Sun's head shook and his gaze was still sharp. "We don't strictly need help watching them, we operated before you were brought on as an assistant and we do just fine on your days off." Even though your days off were slower work-week days, and today was a Friday.

His voice and expression brightened briefly to say, "not that we don't appreciate you and your help! We enjoy having you around and the children love you!"

It then returned to the look that he'd had before and his tone lowered again. "We do. However, you should look after yourself. Fazbear won't care if you burn yourself out by working when you're not up to it, and they certainly won't care if you were to make yourself sick doing it."

You gave him a look. "I'm not going to get sick just because I work when I'm tired. The only people that happens to are the ones who are really overworking themselves when they're exhausted. Like people who have three jobs and sleep two hours a day or something. You don't have to worry."

He made a little disbelieving sound at you, and you tipped your head back with a groan. "Moon, I'll be alright! Sun, tell him I'll be alright."

Sun's eyes narrowed and his default smile grew taught at the edges. "Don't pit us against each other, Star. I'll have you know that both of us worry over you in equal amounts."

"Besides," the actual Sun said with an amused tone and a little laugh, "we argue enough as it is, we don't need your help there!"

That was certainly true, from what you'd heard. They bickered a lot, though most of the time it seemed good-natured and playful.

"Stop being nice to me and go take care of the kids or something. Shouldn't it be their lunchtime soon?"

"That was a pretty poor deflection. Zero-out-of-ten. Try harder." Sun's hand came up and he pushed you back with one finger to the forehead, but it was still Moon who was speaking so you were sure that was all him. "You're scheduled until after the daycare closes. Stay in here after the last kid is picked up, you owe me for being gone while I was out."

"Fine. Just let Sun go do your job. I'll help pass lunches out in a second." You mimed shooing him away, and while he lingered for a moment more his posture did change from the rigidity of when Moon had been commandeering their body. Sun's rays spun two quick circles around his head before he gave you a pat on the shoulder, much nicer than Moon's parting contact.

"We do care, Starshine. It worries us when you aren't at your best. You humans are so fragile..." His eyes lingered on you for a little longer before he turned away, having said apparently all he wanted to about that for the moment. Like he hadn't just let slip that they both had concerns about your human nature.

Still, you let him go without trying to remind him that you could be equally as worried. The machines here could be effected by magnets being placed on them, even though technology was supposed to largely be past that now unless it was a really big magnet. What if one of the kids stuck one to him? It was a reasonable worry, as reasonable as theirs.

You passed out the little turkey and crackers and cheese lunch packs- not Lunchables, of course, Fazbear would never allow that, these were specifically company branded and the crackers were shaped like Freddy's head- while Sun passed out juice boxes. Later you were up and helping a boy count while others hid in a game of hide and seek. At first Sun tried to keep you back over by the tables again, but you made it known this time you didn't plan on staying over there.

A part of you wanted to threaten to make getting sleepy his problem, but you weren't that mean when you knew it triggered Moon's programming so strongly to say things like that. But you had given him a look that implied what you were trying to say. He'd stopped bothering you about resting after that.

Which was fine, really. You were slower and less coordinated than normal and you knew it, so you didn't really try to get in on the games that were happening. You just needed to be up and moving or your energy level would tank even further than it had already.

Around four the kids started getting picked up, and at that point you stationed yourself behind the security desk to help with checkouts. Sun didn't truly need the help, but he said that he appreciated it anyway so that he could keep the other kids distracted and playing. Some of the adults felt a little better about a human handling the process, anyway, despite the animatronic being the one who cared for their kids all day long. By six most of the kids were gone and you started to go through the end-of-day paperwork while Sun kept the stragglers entertained with a puppet show where they got to decide what happened in the story, no matter how silly.

Just before seven, the daycare's official closing time, the last child was checked out and picked up. Sun already had the crafts organized and packed up and there was a trash bag waiting by the door to be taken out. You finalized your report with the checkout times for Fazbear to use in charging the parents and then left the desk to go help Sun finish cleaning.

You were stopped almost right away.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Sun put his hands on his hips. "No more of that! You've worked plenty hard today, we're finishing up the rest."

You rose an eyebrow at him. "So you're going to kick me out early? I thought Moon wanted me to stay."

"See," Sun started, but he was walking towards the doors, "the thing is, he does want you to stay." He stopped once he reached the wall. "He just has something specific in mind for you. I'll see you tomorrow, Sunshine!"

You didn't get a chance to ask what he was talking about before the light went off. Through the new dimness in the room you were still able to catch the way that the sunrays retracted and the nightcap popped out of hiding. You never did understand how the color change of their plating and outfit worked, though, even when you watched the change like you did now.

As soon as the switch was complete Moon slouched into his normal- hideous- posture and flicked his head back so that the end of the nightcap was behind him instead of over his shoulder.

His attention honed in on you almost immediately and you gave him a timid wave. "Hey, Moon..."

"Hello, little star," he answered as he positively slunk his way towards you. It was like he was trying to sneak up on you like a cartoon bad guy, except you were watching him the entire time. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine, promise. I'm not getting sick or anything." At least, you were pretty sure that you weren't. "Want to scan me to put your mind at ease?"

He snickered. "Bold of you to assume that I didn't earlier when I butted in on you and Sun."

You swatted at him half-heartedly to his utter delight, if the way he danced back and grinned was any indication. "Who taught you internet speak? Stop it."

"You did." His face rotated a couple times like he was working out some energy before he calmed back down. "No fever, vitals seemed normal, no sensed abrasions or contusions, eyes focused and speech not slurred. Conclusion: monitor due to delayed response times, insist on lower impact or non-physical activities while on Fazco properties to avoid injury and potential lawsuits."

Ugh, you forgot that the company could be thorough when it meant avoiding the dreaded lawsuits. At least when they wanted to be, there were still instances where their cheapness bit them in the ass.

"Well there you go, I'm perfectly fine. Now, we going to finish up cleaning the place? I can take the trash to the tunnels if you want to start wiping down the inside of the slides." You started to brush past him but you were stopped right away as his arm shot out at shoulder-level to block your path.

"No. You're going to rest while I take care of the cleaning Sun left."

You groaned and pushed at his arm. "C'mon, bud. It'll all go much faster if we just work together and then I can sit down or something with you for a bit before I clock out. That's resting enough, right? Then I can go home and rest more."

He leveled you a rather unimpressed look, the corners of his mouth falling as much as their forced grin would allow. "No." He didn't let himself be pushed aside. "You forget that we have all night to finish whatever cleaning the daycare needs. My patrols don't take that long, they won't eat into the time that we have to get this place 'spic-and-span', in Sun's own words."

"You are such a pain. Or rather, your programming is such a pain. I don't need to rest!"

"Ooooh," he cooed, amused rather than offended. "Is someone getting a little cranky because they're fighting their nap?"

"I hate you. This is me, hating you right now," you grumbled.

He laughed and stepped closer into your space. "No you don't. I'm your favorite." With little warning his arms wrapped around you tightly, leaving you surprised. Sun gave you hugs all the time, but Moon was a little harder to garner physical affection from. "Hold on tight, nightlight."

You had exactly five seconds to get your arms back around him before you heard the aerial line connect to his back with a sharp click, which had you scrambling to clasp your hands together behind his back before he took off into the air. He always made it seem easy, gliding around on the rope and manipulating it like a dancer on silks. He had only once allowed you up with him and it had been short, just a trip from the top of one of the play structures back to the ground while he held you by your hands.

You weren't a big fan of heights, so you hadn't minded it being brief. You had to admit, though, that the weightless feeling with the security of knowing that Moon would never drop you had been a little exhilarating.

This trip was also short-lived. He didn't waste any time drawing wherever you were going out. There was lift off and your hair ruffling as you moved through the air, and then you felt Moon make contact with solid ground again. He didn't let you touch the floor, however. His hold on you shifted and it was as if you weighed nothing at all for the way that he managed to get you into a princess carry with minimal effort.

"Moon, what-"

"Shh. This is what I wanted you to stay here for." He hopped down from where he had landed with the two of you and you finally took a minute to look around.

You were at the room behind the balcony that Sun greeted the first children from every morning; their room. You had never been up here before. You'd asked about it before, sure, but the boys had seemed rather private about it. You knew that Sun saved drawings that children made for him and Moon and hung them up here, but only because he'd told you that. You knew that there was something here that allowed them to charge their big battery but as you looked you didn't see a charging station like the Glamrocks had all around the plex.

You did, however, see some strung up fairy lights in the shape of stars that gave off a soft blue-white light and some glow stars on the ceiling. The walls were covered in little pictures from kids, some obviously older than others by the color that the paper was turning. There also seemed to be a lot of toys and foam shapes up here, probably just for extra storage or to be fixed up if you had to guess. There was a curtain randomly on one of the walls that Moon pushed aside.

"Hold on, this will be a little bit of a tight squeeze."

There was a hole in the wall. A weird, small hole, with a dim room beyond. Why didn't the building designers give them a real door? You only had a moment to wonder that before Moon started to crawl through while holding you with one hand, reminding you of how a spider moved as he quickly worked the both of you through.

On the other side was a room with more star lights but this one had a collection of pillows in the corner of the room where a thick cable protruded from the wall. There were only a couple pictures in here on the walls, the rest were draped with what appeared to be old blankets, hanging in a way that actually made the place seem a bit cozy. There was a single arcade cabinet off to the side, in an opposite corner from what you assumed to be their little self-made charging station. The last thing of note in the room was a hammock made of dark blue, solid cloth rather than the lace kind you were used to seeing outdoors.

"You two are actually letting me see your room, finally?" You wriggled to let him know you wanted down. "I've been asking you about it for ages."

He didn't set you down at all, instead he walked you further inside. "It wasn't important enough to bring you up before, and I prefer not to tell anyone how to find the door." Moon went directly to the hammock.

"Hold on, don't you dare!" You tried to shimmy out of his hold but when he had his mind set to something it was hard to deny a robot, even one that was being extremely gentle and careful with you. He slipped you into the hammock as easily as a child tucked in their doll.

"There you go," he laughed. "Now to get you nice and comfy." He ducked down out of sight and you were afraid of upsetting the balance of the engulfing fabric by peeking over to see what he was doing. He popped back up with a constellation print blanket and one of the smaller pillows. "These are clean, don't worry. Lift your head."

"Stop treating me like a toddler!" You lifted your head anyway, lest he wedge the pillow under it himself. "You are so going to be in for it later, buster. Let me out of here."

Gentle fingers against your collarbone urged you back down once the pillow was in place. "Stop acting like a toddler, then. You fell asleep on your lunchbreak in the middle of an obnoxiously loud and bright atrium where the others perform shows every half hour during those timeslots. You're exhausted." Moon covered you with the blanket while his eyes stayed on your face, his expression softening. "There's no shame in it, starlight. It happens to humans all the time." His head cocked a little to the side as if listening to something that you couldn't hear and then he chuckled. "Yes, sorry. Even synthetic life gets tired, too. You just need to recharge, so to speak."

You absolutely hated that he had a point. You stopped struggling. "You're not going to drop it until I take a nap, are you?"

He cackled softly and booped you on the nose, and ignored your muttered 'asshole' in response. "Look who's finally starting to use their head! We're so proud."

"Hate. Double hate. Friendship with Moon ended, Monty is my best friend now." You worked on getting into a comfortable position under the blanket in the swinging hammock.

"Aww, we were besties?" You got the impression that he would be fluttering his eyelashes at you if he had any. You reached out from your cocoon to push his face away from you.

"No, never happened. Monty is all I need."

Moon didn't seem at all deterred by you. "Sun will be so sad. He didn't even have a chance to take my 'best friend' status before it was ripped away." Moon pushed your hand back under the blanket and pulled it back up into place. "Now will you hush and get some rest? You're putting my code on edge."

That made you relax some. You hadn't meant to actually make things harder on him, though you were pretty sure that he wasn't really upset given that his tone was still playful and casual. It was just a gentle warning, perhaps.

"Fine. But you wake me up so I can clock out, if I even fall asleep. Are we clear?" You tried to give him your most intimidating look. It probably didn't land when you were all swaddled up like this.

"I understand." He started to backtrack towards the hole in the wall. "Stay put and don't touch anything, please. The game malfunctions and we're pretty sure there's a chance that the charging cable over there could shock you."

"Fine, fine. No poking around, got it. I don't trust myself to get out of this anyway, why do you have it set up so high?" You could tell you'd have to be careful getting out.

"We're tall, little star. It's set up for us, not you." He turned to start his crawl back to their main room. "Nighty night."

It was quiet after he left. You could hear the low sound of the music outside, muffled by the walls even though you were not closer to the speakers. You couldn't hear Moon out there at all while he must have taken the line off the balcony and started cleaning up like he'd said. After a couple minutes of getting used to laying the way you were, you found that the setup was actually pretty comfortable. Not your preferred way to sleep, but probably better than the floor even if you took the pillow corner.

You weren't sure how long it took before you drifted off, but you wouldn't have been surprised if it hadn't taken much time at all.

You slowly became aware of shuffling nearby, of rolling into another body just by nature of the bed you were in. Hammock? Hammock. You groaned unhappily and closed your eyes tighter and immediately you were shushed in a gentle tone.

"It's alright, go back to sleep," the voice murmured as arms settled gently around you.

"Moon?" you had to be asleep, there was no way the bot was there against you.

"Shh, no talking, Starlight. Just rest." That was definitely Moon's voice. You could swear that the chest you were up against was expanding and contracting, though. Like breathing. Animatronics didn't need to breathe though, did they? They didn't have lungs. Your expression pinched.

"Wait..." You heard a beleaguered sigh. Things were coming back to you, though slow and like your thoughts were swimming. "I need to clock out 'nd go home."

"I clocked you out already, you're fine. Go back to sleep."

You yawned and then tried your hardest not to nuzzle your cheek against his chest. It was a test of your willpower, truly. "You're not as cold as I thought you'd be." Or hard, being made of metal, but you felt like that could be taken a little inappropriately.

As it was that earned you a teasingly offended sound. "I'm hurt. But also: I'm a machine. Everything working in me keeps me a little warm, just like everything working in you warms you up. My components are just louder about it." Which you supposed was true enough. You could hear his fans through the metal of his chest. "We've also got a layer of silicone. Helps keep our moving parts from pinching little fingers."

Made sense. You were quiet for a few minutes after that and drifting closer to falling asleep again with every passing second until you felt the need for a full body stretch.

"Ooh, big stretch," Moon teased like you were a beloved pet.

You grumbled at him as you resettled. This time you did nuzzle against him a little while getting comfortable again. You had the distinct feeling that you were going to be extremely embarrassed about all of this later when you weren't so comfortable and tired.

"Mmm. You smell good." You sleepily snuggled in a little closer to the smell, the fingers of one hand curling up by your face.

He let out a confused chuckle. "Thank you? I don't think anyone's ever said that to us before." His fingers started to pass up and down your back lightly and you melted even further into him. "What's it like?"

"Berries," you answered without a pause. "Not the sweet processed smell, but like... actual raspberries or cherries or something. And amber. And some sort of wood." You sighed deeply on your next inhale and stifled another yawn after. "It's different than how Sun smells. It's like nighttime. I like it." You couldn't begin to wonder how their designers were able to make the two of them smell different, but then you didn't understand their outfit change at all either. You weren't a mechanic or an engineer, such things were not your forte.

"Are you saying that Sun smells?" You could hear his teasing grin as you groaned and thunked the heel of your palm against his chest. "I'll be sure to let him know."

"Stop." You resituated yourself, now with one arm around him and resting on the hammock. "You're just trying to get me in trouble. Sun smells good, too, just... lighter. Not as rich. Doesn't make me want to curl up and go to sleep as much."

Moon hummed in a way that you could feel running through his chest under your head and the hammock under you both started rocking gently from side to side. "Speaking of, I think it's time to go back to sleep. You don't seem like you've caught up on your sleep debt yet."

"Jailed for sleep debt crimes," you grumble. "Hammock air jail."

He chuckled again. "Definitely still need some rest. Go on, Starlight. Stop fighting it, just go to sleep. I'll wake you before the shutters close for the night."

His chest started to rumble, like when he had hummed, timed with his synthetic breaths. Was it like purring? How cute... You'd definitely have to ask- and tease- about that later when he inevitably teased you for all of this. For now it, that smell clinging to him, and the way that he lightly scratched your back through your shirt were enough to start lulling you. No wonder kids that struggled with naptime were able to conk right out once he scooped them up for a more direct approach to putting them down for their nap.

"G'night, Moon."

You were fairly sure you heard a "goodnight, pretty star," whispered into your hair right above your ear before you slipped under and sank into sleep.

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks 

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding 

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into. 

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta. 

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no. 

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket. 

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?" 

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone. 

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--" 

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?" 

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent. 

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!" 

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor. 

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task. 

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped. 

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me." 

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him. 

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why? 

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came. 

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now. 

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort. 

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length. 

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before." 

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--" 

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone." 

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty." 

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead. 

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you." 

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do. 

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks. 

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--" 

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go." 

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted... 

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone. 

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets. 

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

[dykedvonte]

Honestly a sorry from Curly would mean nothing to Anya.

I’m not saying she wouldn’t want to hear it, it’s a hollow vindication. She told him and he couldn’t hear her. He saw it and he couldn’t understand it. They both experienced it and he should apologize that it took that for him to get it. She already knows he’s sorry but what’s the point if neither of them can do anything about it? It’s earnest but at the same time what she wants an apology for is what Curlu can’t apologize for.

He can’t be sorry for what happened to her even if he is. Even if he carries that guilt with him until the day he dies it’s not all his to bare. The most heinous parts aren’t his weight even if he tries to balance it. A part of her bitterness is the fact he can’t be sorry for it all. She can’t just direct it all towards him even if she wants to. She was failed in so many ways by all of them. It hurts with him the most cause he had the power but they all did nothing in the grand scheme of things.

The one person who should apologize would never and could never, it’s not something you can be sorry for. She wants an apology, she needs one but what would it fix?