#and I do all my laundry only for everything to still stink

[octuscle]

I’d like to know if you could help me! I want to be a professional open bodybuilder (just like Nick Walker, Derek Lunsford), but, at the same rate my muscles grow, so do my male musk (specifically sweat musk from my armpits and cock) - no shower, deodorant or anything else will clean/cover my strong smell - until the point people around me get dizzy with my musk, start to complain and ask me to leave the places. With more muscles and less body fat, more sweating and musk until it reaches a strong level that people start to avoid me from fear of my muscles and my intense gym musk! Could you help me with that? Thanks a lot!

It's always the same people who are unhappy. You're rich, you've inherited, you don't have to work. You look dazzling, you know the right people, you're always invited to the best parties. And you don't feel like it anymore? You want to change that? Do I have a free hand? Then I'll get started!

You're sitting with a few friends in your favorite bar and tell them about your plan. More out of politeness than anything else, everyone says it sounds very exciting. You loosen your tie knot and undo the top button of your shirt. Phew, that's how you get your breath back. But you still need some fresh air, it's too crowded and stuffy in here. And somehow you don't feel like going back to the sissies. You feel more like going home, maybe doing a few more press-ups and then going to bed. After a few steps, you take a deep breath. And the top button of your shirt is blown off your chest like a projectile. The seams of your suit trousers are dangerously taut.

In the stairwell of the magnificent old building next to the city park where you live, the first seams crack. Thank God you don't meet anyone. By the time you get back to your apartment, your slim-fit tailored suit is in tatters. Somehow you're not even surprised. You tear off what's left of your clothes and stuff everything into the garbage can. Even your underpants no longer fit properly and are thrown away. You go naked to your dressing room and do a few push-ups, then squats, then a round of sit-ups until you're drenched in sweat. You stand in front of the mirror. Yes, you've gone through a growth spurt. And you stink. Sweat and musk. Delicious. But you still take a shower. The towel smells awful after drying off. And you don't feel a bit cleaner.

When you wake up the next morning, your cleaning lady has opened all the windows and is airing out the apartment. When she hears your footsteps on the way to the bathroom, she comes around the corner and is about to ask you where this unpleasant smell is coming from. You almost collide. You are still naked, scratching your hairy balls while still half asleep. Your cleaning lady turns bright red with fright. Then she holds her nose. You smell your armpit and say with a grin, "Excuse me, Maria, I'd better go and have a shower". In the bathroom, the laundry basket smells like a football team's changing room. You jump in the shower, but it doesn't seem to do any good this morning either. Damn, you might as well go to your workout. At least everyone there smells of sweat.

Damn, that was a really good workout. You pose in front of the mirror. Your sweaty tank top on the floor. During the workout you were incredibly focused on the weights, only now do you realize how disgusted the other customers are looking at you

You check your reflection again. Holy shit, you look really good, what's wrong with them all? Probably just jealous. You pick up your tank top from the floor. Somehow it smells a bit. You hold it up to your nose. Yes, it's sweat and musk. Maybe a little intense. You love it. The smell makes your cock hard. The sweat stains on your sweatpants are joined by precum stains. You need to take a shower now. And wank.

When you check out, the receptionist looks at you in disgust. He puts some ointment under his nose and puts on a face mask. He informs you that the studio requires a minimum level of personal hygiene from its customers. Several customers have already complained. He asks you to come showered and with fresh clothes next time.

Yes, you smell bad despite the shower. You walk back home because you don't feel like complaining again on the subway. Normally a pleasant walk. But for one thing, your legs are really exhausted from training. On the other hand, you feel that you easily weigh 20 pounds more than you did yesterday. You look in the mirror of a shop window as you pass by. Fuck, yeah! You see the reflection of a serious amateur bodybuilder.

You're too exhausted to climb the stairs to your apartment. You get into the elevator. Mrs. Spencer from the floor below you shouts for you to hold the elevator and barely slips through the closing door with her daughter. She holds her nose in disgust. And her daughter, perhaps four years old, asks why the big man smells so bad. Phew, the elevator isn't big anyway. Today it feels even narrower.

That was all a few weeks ago now. You left your impressive apartment because the stuffy neighbors were getting on your nerves. The nagging was unbearable. You thought that the cheap apartment building where you were staying temporarily was really just a temporary solution. But there are a lot of guys living here who are like you: fuck the opinions of others, the main thing is that you grow up. Really big! When you walk through the front door, you take a deep breath. It must have smelled something like this in a Neanderthal cave.

Since you've been banned from your hairdresser, you cut your hair yourself. You like it, it looks even more brutal and masculine. Even in your hardcore gym, your stench stands out. But here the other musclemen envy you for it. Hehehe, and there's always someone who will even pay money to press his face into your armpit or suck your cheesy cock. Your life is great!

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[chemerr2]

i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but…. if you are comfy with it, could you please supply the thirsty jeff sluts with a smut? :,)

plot could be something where y/n and jeff don’t get along at all and constantly fight but one night they just say fuck it and give in to each other and😏😏😏 but like hateful maybe.. but still passionate🤭

hi sorry anon i’ve been MIA lol but i haven’t given up writing tho.

a/n: i like this request and hateful sex with jeff is indefinitely sexy 🙈

warnings: rough sex like..very rough sex, degrading, reader cries, cumshot and a bunch of swearing.

god you hated the way his eyes pierced into the back of your head after you walk pass him or how he purposely tried to trip you up but you caught yourself in time before falling face first on the hard dirty floor. He picks with everyone, but you’re his favorite victim to terrorize when you try to enjoy your evening;minding your business.

It wasn’t too long before you got fed up and started to yell at him for how he treats you: the rude and offhandedly comments he makes about you for literally just existing. But you expressing your discomfort didn’t cause any realization to what he was doing..it just went one ear out the other. He’d continue to fuck with you all day by saying mean things, taking or moving your things around and doing something reall petty. It’s only fair that you start to mirror his actions and attitude, right? when you did: oh boy jeff was far from pissed, he wanted to paint his bedroom wall red with your brains after you start doing the same shit he does to you; to him.

you push him around, nudge him, make fun of him, purposely take the last of everything so he sits there like a angry pup watching you eat the last of his food. How you break his things and call him names 10x hurtful than the ones he’s called you beforehand. He HATED this treatment, he hated the way his own medicine tasted so he decided to spit it out by busting into your room: head full of shit to do and say to you.

as your sitting on your bed doing nothing, he barges in your room, looking down at you. “what the fuck? get out my room.” you say annoyed, beyond pissed he had the audacity to even touch your doorknob. “you’re stinking up my laundry” you chuckle to yourself but when he slams your bedroom door you look over at him and he’s still peering down at you. No matter how pale and damaged his skin is: in the face you can see him turn red out of anger and the way his brows are practically connected from being furrowed. Now you’re beyond nervous and angry, because: One. what are his intentions? Two. You don’t want him in your room!! but jeff doesn’t know what a no is anyways, he rejects the rejection. Looking back at him— he starts to speak— and to no avail, straight bullshit comes out his dirty trap “i’m tired of you talking to me crazy and saying the fucked up ass shit” he inches closer “sometimes you just need to shut the fuck up, y/n” he got close to where his abdomen was touching yours from the way his posture is horribly constructed but he was still close enough for you to feel his hot breath washing over your mixed face of emotions.

in a whiff: he grabs your backside, squeezing your fat, spongy ass in his large, coarse hands; dirty nails digging deep into your skin. — pulling you close to him. You can’t lie to yourself anymore.. you had to admit: his deep and raspy voice turned you on. Especially when he yelled at you and laughed in your face. His voice was alluring in a way; definitely when he hurt your feelings. So you didn’t fight back when he slipped one of his hands underneath your shirt. With no bra on: he began fondling your tits and rubbing over your nipples with his thumb. No words were said as he began helping himself to your body: licking your tits, sucking them, biting your nipples, pinching them, slapping your tits around, grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them while your still in your pajama pants. Finally, he’s done playing around! your shirt is barely off all the way; only being partially off to get a view of your tits. your chest is wet with his spit and you swear your pussy juice is sliding down your leg from how wet you are.

you lay yourself down on the bed, being submissive. Jeff unbuckles his belt: letting his pants hit the floor on its on and you were stunned at his..length. For someone who talks a lot of shit like jeff— you weren’t expecting him to carry a vast pack of dick around in those horrid skinny jeans he wears. He looks at you through his lengthy black locks before aggressively stripping your pajama pants off your body. He sees your full, meaty pussy soaping and slobbering for his dick. “no bra..no panties, you really are fucking nasty.” his words meant nothing before so why are they making you horny now? positioning himself between your legs, he began slapping his tip between the wet substance that covered your pussy. He wanted to tease you..knowing you were loving this and needing it— needing his cock in your tight pussy so it can hug him and grip his brick hard cock. Jeff relentlessly teased you by slowly slipping his tip in and out your pussy, barely putting an inch of his cock inside your. Seeing how impatient and annoyed you were getting by the expressions on your face nd the look your giving him, made his cock throb and his balls wiggle with excitement. He bent down to your ear and grabbed both your wrist with his hands “you really want this dick then you better beg for it.” jeff gruffly whispered before kissing your neck with his tongue— putting himself back upright while looking down at your body, exposed and just for him. You were stubborn, especially when it came to demands but you couldn’t help yourself when he dragged his cock along your clit and used his thumb to rub harsh circles on it.

“please..” your moan dragged your word out like saliva. “please what?” jeff bantered with you while you were in a submissive state. “fuck me, please” jeff laughs at your eagerness before he rammed his dock deep into your pit. You cry out loud as the stretch of his cock was greater than your last— dick was fat and an inch bigger than average. 20 minutes hadn’t pass and he’s already kissing your cervix with his red tip. Your wailing moans and cries— he was reaching far back into your pussy, touching depths of it you never knew would be there. In desperate attempts: you try and push him off you,, hands on his abdomen as he’s drilling you in like a nail. “FUCK! jeff” your cunt was so tightly packed with his girth that it felt like he got stuck at times “you givin up? s’too much for ya? hm?” he said through clenched teeth.

“i hate you..bastard” you moaned out trying to keep what little of morality you have left inside you. Grabbing on his hair and pulling him close as he fucks you into the mattress with each thrust resulting in you hitting your head against the hard wall. His dick ramming into you and slipping out became a routine in the last 30 minutes before he grabbed your throat and started mate fucking you against your bedroom wall and on your bed; foreheads against one another and he’s looking into your eyes but you can’t see nothing but hate and lust. A sadistic smile on his face as he pulls his cock and cums all over your belly and pussy— leaving it gasping and clenching for air. Pulling back he let’s go of your neck and stays on the edge of the bed catching his breath..mumbling something before putting his pants on and leaving out your room.

[dmkwrites]

like a moth yearning for a candle flame

Pairing: Drow!Tav/Astarion (gender neutral) Warnings: vague sexytimes 900 words

You and Astarion spend an afternoon by the river

You’re washing your clothes in the river when you hear him behind you, footsteps soft as a whisper and yet you still notice, lately.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Astarion says, the moment of hesitation giving you away, or perhaps the racing of your heart, thrumming like the strings of a lute. “I’m quite enjoying the view, after all.”

You lay your trousers to dry on a nearby rock. “You could help,” you say.

Astarion laughs, and he’s already beside you, his bare feet in the running water. “You don’t know me at all, do you?” he says. “Besides, that would just have you back in your clothes faster, and we can’t have that, can we?”

“I’ll keep them off as long as you like if you help.”

“Tempting.” Astarion’s hand is on your bare thigh. You always thought a vampire’s touch would be cold, the icy touch of the grave, but Astarion’s hands are hot, burning. “But I think you’ll keep them off whether I help or not.”

He’s right, of course. You ache for him, and you have from the moment he held that knife to your throat. Something in you recognized something in him. A fear, a hunger. A yearning.

You put your hand on Astarion’s, and he is on you, straddling your lap, and the way he presses his body desperately against yours tells you more than he would ever dare. He slips out of his clothes and his whole body is on fire. You offer him your neck and he descends on you like a hungry wolf, his desire never abating no matter how many times he’s drunk from you. Sometimes you’re sure he’d drain you dry if he could. Sometimes you worry you’d let him.

You make love until the sun is low in the sky, and when it’s over you leave Astarion basking in the fading, golden light, his arms tucked up under his head and a grin on his face, and you make your way back to the river to wash off the dirt and the sweat and the blood. The cold water makes you shiver, and your heart finally begins to slow down. When you feel Astarion’s hand on the small of your back, you quell the part of you that wants to push him back to the ground, to feel that white hot skin against your own again and again and again, and instead you thrust your grime-caked shirt into his hands, and you go back to the riverbank.

“The hag was right,” Astarion complains as he follows behind you, “You are drier than old shit.”

“Old shit in the noonday sun,” you correct him. You pick up his clothes and start gently scrubbing, and he begrudgingly sits down beside you and does the same. You sit like that for a while, Astarion cursing under his breath the whole time. The shirt will be worse by the time he’s finished, but at least it won’t stink.

“Damned the laundry,” he says, “I always hated the blasted laundry the most, and Cazador knew it too, he’d have me do it and then beat me for fucking it up.”

“I don’t mind if you fuck it up, it’s only a shirt.”

Astarion rolls his eyes at you, but secretly he’s pleased. “You must miss having your servants in the Underdark do all of this for you.”

Your soft smile falters. “Not really.”

Astarion casts his eyes down. “Stupid,” he mutters, “I didn’t think… of course you wouldn’t be up here in the first place if you were one of those drow, you were probably even worse off than--”

“No, you were right,” you interrupt. “I came from a powerful Lothsworn house, of course I had servants.  Slaves. Riches. Lovers. Power. I had everything one could dream of, and if I didn’t have it I could get it with the snap of my fingers.” It all comes spilling out of you, finally, an endless torrent, the secret you’ve been hiding, out in the open. “Everything Cazador had you pretend to be, I was.”

Astarion throws your shirt onto the muddy riverbank. “Then why would you leave?!” he yells. From the look on his face, the outburst startles even himself. But you, you are not surprised.

You pick up the shirt and quietly dip it back into the river. You planned for this, to tell him about the corruption, the lies, the fear, your desperate escape to freedom. But instead you ask, “Do you know why I accepted you, when you finally told me what you were? Why I didn’t cast you out?”

Astarion leans back, sulking but still listening, at least, always appeased by the subject of himself. “You wanted me,” he says.

You can’t help but laugh, the answer is so perfectly expected. Astarion glowers at you. “You’re beautiful,” you tell him, “but that’s not enough, is it? You know that.”

“Then what?”

You look at him, and as he holds your gaze you will him to see you, to really see you, just this once, and you tell him your final truth. “Because I know what it’s like to live in the darkness while longing for the sun.”

Astarion doesn’t look away for a long, long moment. He doesn’t say he loves you, not yet. But he doesn’t have to.

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2023 No. 27 - Matches/Scars/“Let me see”

Scogan Bingo challenge Pick-Up Line

Logan's head was spinning when he came around, and he was still sore all over from that damn car crash, including a hated painful tensing of only just recovering muscles in his neck from where he'd broken the latter two times within a minimum of time. Couldn’t have been long since he'd passed then, his still dazed mind tried to conclude …

Or had it? Logan couldn’t scent or hear anyone nearby – at least he didn’t think, with his senses still slightly off –, so the stinking fur guy who had caused the crash had apparently left him behind for some reason, maybe getting bored with trying to gut someone with an off-the-chart healing factor. Asshole could be anywhere in these damn woods right now … Damnit, Logan had to get the fuck up and see where that stupid kid was he'd picked up on the road for some reason, as soon as he could muster up enough energy in his cells. But the more awake he got, the more he suddenly doubted, Rogue was still anywhere nearby. Especially not if psycho fur dude had really taken her for some reason that Logan decided he'd rather not think about too hard right now, not with all he knew from painful personal experience about some ferals in this fucked-up world. Because fact was, it was pitch-black like in a damn monkey's ass and bitterly cold around him, meaning he'd been unconscious for far longer than a few comparatively minor injuries should actually allow and his enemy surely had one hell of a headstart by now … How damn off he was about pretty much everything, he only realized when he finally scrambled to sit up, tried to stand up, and promptly banged his dumb head on the roof of some car. Not his truck; a lack of orientation or not, he'd immediately have been able to tell his own distinctive scent and a week's worth of laundry to be done plus two bags full of trash to be thrown out. Whoever's ride this was whatever reason, fur guy had seemingly dropped Logan's stupid ass in here for, they couldn’t be outside in any case. The echo was all off. No smell of a garage, or of the spicy, crystal-clear air of Canada either. And when Logan instinctively tried to reach around him, to use the handle that his fingertips soon brushed, the door didn’t budge an inch.

"Please don't do that. Unless you want to get us both killed, that is."

God fucking damnit … Logan shook himself with an annoyed hiss, trying to push the last of dizziness from his system and get his perception back to full work while his claws were already springing forward, a menacing snikt in the absolute darkness around him that should hopefully be a warning to whoever was in this damn car with him. On the back seat by the sound of an also quite exhausted-sounding voice, while Logan's hectic movements could now make out that he had to be on the passenger side in the front. Restricted space, shitty for a fight unless he wanted to rip the interior right to pieces, it flashed in his mind. He gritted his teeth, preaching himself patience, something not exactly easy when you'd been forced off the road unprovoked by some Neanderthal. "Who is this?"

The stranger didn’t seem too impressed by either his threat or the growl in his voice. Still not moving an inch at where he was laying, breathing so almost inaudibly shallow that Logan hadn’t picked up on the guy's presence immediately, the stranger only turned the slightest bit toward Logan, followed by a pained hiss. "Name's Scott Summers. My team partner and I came to help you after our employer had heard about a planned attack on you."

Logan gave the stuck door another annoyed hit, ignoring the stranger's weird warning, his teeth quickly starting to chatter from the unholy temperatures. "Well, great job."

"We almost got you and the girl out of there in time," that Scott guy continued as if he hadn’t even heard him, still in that strained voice. "But a second enemy showed up that we weren’t expecting. Shapeshifter, excellent hand-to-hand combatant. Took my partner right out before she even knew what was coming. When I tried to help her, the man who was after you attacked me from behind. They took the girl for some reason. Still trying to make any sense of that. Us, they apparently had no use for."

"No shit." Logan rubbed his ears repeatedly and felt the car's doors and windows down a little more carefully this time because his instincts let him know more clearly by the moment that something was alarmingly wrong about this precarious situation that the two of them were in. Which Logan had no doubt in by now. He didn’t even necessarily have to rely on his instincts to know the guy wasn’t lying. For that, that fight earlier which Logan had mostly missed, had taken audibly a far too big physical toll on him. And yet they were both alive – not that in Logan's case, that was much of a surprise, of course. With how ruthlessly the fur bastard had ripped Logan's car basically apart earlier though, that was more than weird. His throat immediately tightened just thinking what such a primitive bastard might want with an innocent homeless minor who wasn’t anywhere as used as Logan to people trying to use her for some shit. Since that was obviously not the case this time, he tried in vain to wrap his head around why these people hadn’t at least tried to get rid of him and his involuntary car neighbor. Why they'd only been left them behind in this piece of junk that of course didn’t react to Logan tentatively slipping one of his claws into the ignition slot either, in whatever place this was, with obviously entirely isolated walls and no lightning … About high time to find out. "I need to go after the girl, bub. Stay where you are. I'll cut us out of here."

"Don't. We are …" This time it sounded like an order, and from someone who was used to giving them, no less. An uncompromising sharp tone ruined only by a cough following that elicited a series of agonized moans and more labored breathing. Rib or lung damage.

Usually not Logan's problem but if for some reason, they were really stuck in here, he could maybe use the guy's help still. Not to mention that the dude had allegedly tried to help him earlier. Wasn’t asked too much to try and return the courtesy, hurry or not. "We're what? And what's with the wheezing? Fur guy got you bad?"

"Could be worse," Scott answered when he could talk again, but the faint smell of copper in the air revealed, that cough had brought up some body fluid. "He didn’t need to ghost me anyway. It was enough to fling me against some tree so I was too concussed to use my powers. And they were too pressed on time for torture just for the sake of it for once, unlike in some of our last fights. They rather decided they wanted to bury us in my partner's and my jeep and let exposure do the job for them."

When it finally, finally clicked, Logan felt even more ice-cold. "You telling me we're underground, bub?"

"Avalanche," Scott answered tensely which wasn’t exactly better news. "The guy who attacked you caused it. I was only half conscious at that point, so I can't say how deep we are exactly. As long as you stop trying to open the car, we should have a couple of hours of air, though, and the snow masses shouldn’t crush it either. The jeep's body is quite stable. Just don't open the damn window, unless you want gravity to do the job for those assholes. My people will track me down and get us out of here. Just stay put."

"When some assholes have kidnapped an innocent teenager? I think not." But hard as he tried, Logan couldn’t come up with a solution to end this unfortunate situation either. Sure, he could have easily cut through the car's body and probably dug his way out of the snow bit by bit too. But depending on how deep under they really were, chances were he would pass out from hypothermia again and again which would in the end take just as much time as waiting here for some obscure rescue. Not to mention, he'd have military voice dude here on his conscience. "You sure your people are on their way?"

"Absolutely. We have … ways of communicating, even without a radio signal. My boss knows that something's wrong. Another one of my teammates will be here soon." It sounded like the guy was faintly smiling for some reason but he didn’t seem ready to elaborate further. "The woman I came here with will soon be waking up again as well, I hope. Her injuries didn’t look that bad. She's atmokinetic, so it's possible she can melt the snow even before the others come."

"A couple of maybes too many for my taste, kid." Logan rubbed his eyes with a bone-deep sigh, resigning for now to the fact that they had no choice but to wait. At least for a couple of hours, he guessed, he could do that. After that … It was not impossible he'd no longer have to worry about leaving someone to die in here either way. At least that unhappy possibility, he probably should be trying to counteract, given that this guy and his people, whoever they were, might save his ass again soon. Good thing, Logan had found unexpectedly something very useful, absently patting down his jacket for a cigar and a flask out of habit alone. "First, let's make sure you'll still be drawing air with that fucked up lung of yours by the time we're rescued." Pulling out said package of matches, he turned around on the seat, getting up on his knees left and right of the center dashboard, and then lit a first flame to finally get a look at his fellow captive and especially the guy's injuries.

Logan drew in a sharp breath when he saw the man's black uniform hanging in shreds from his upper body. In spite of the meager lighting, he was pretty sure these razor-sharp claws hadn’t stopped at scratching that layer of clothing open, too. A couple of cuts couldn’t be why that remarkably tall and lean-looking shape was curled up so tightly on his side on the back seat though. Neither did they explain the distorted grimace on a face that Logan had to actively tear his gaze away from because holy shit, military guy was hot. Which wouldn’t matter soon given Scott obviously didn’t come with a healing factor. Logan would at least have to try and help with his jacket in a second, but first, he needed to know what he was dealing with here. "Let me see." With a curse, he threw the match away when it burned out on his fingertips and clipped off a new one, feeling with increasing annoyance that not even half of the package was left. He should be smoking less. Or buy a couple of damn Zippos more. "I'm not gonna have a lot of time to give you a hand, bub, so be quick and don't make a fuss. Uniform off. Not much of a loss, frankly. Did you get here right after some fetish club visit or what?"

"Combat gear, asshole," Scott grumbled, but it didn’t sound entirely pissed, more worn out as Logan noticed with increasing worry. The smell of blood was impossible to ignore at this point. At least the guy obeyed, judging by the rustling of what was left of the stiff black material on his chest.

When the noise stopped, Logan lit another match and swallowed a curse, staring at the gaping gash at the guy's side through which a hint of white showed, with wide eyes, before pulling off his jacket, to get to his shirt for a necessary bandage. "Anyone ever tell you, you got the self-preservation sense of a lemming, kid? We don't wrap that up, you'll bleed out in less than half an hour."

"Been through worse." The sad thing was, that sounded sincere. "I'll be alright as soon as the others come. We got some pretty useful technological and medical toys at our home."

"Yeah, well, you're not home right now." Logan threw the second burned-out match away and got out of his shirt, leaning to the back again to try and find Scott's hand at where it was clumsily pressed to that frightening bleeding. "Put that down on it. Tightly. Gonna see if I find something better in the glove box."

"You won't." Right, car belonged to this guy; he would know. At least there was a hint of energy back in that warm, deep voice now, instead of that exhaustion bordering almost on resignation from a moment ago. "First aid kit should be in the back though, along with a couple of blankets. Supplies, too. If you can cut through the seats with those knives of yours …"

"Not exactly knives, kid." With a bit of maneuvering, Logan made it to the back seat, now kneeling right beside Scott's cramped shape, hissing when he realized even through both their clothes, the young man's body was already alarmingly cold. About high time to move. Since he had no interest in accidentally kebabing the dude even more than he already was, he found Scott's free, trembling hand where it was tightly clutching down on his other arm and handed the matches to him. "Hold one right to the backrest." Because of his trembling, it took Scott a moment to light one of the remaining sticks but once that was done, Logan made short work of the upper part of those seats. He expected the usual shock on Scott's face that Logan was being used to from people seeing his claws for the first time and shrugged his surprise away when it never came, maybe because the young man still had his eyes firmly closed. If the guy really came from a place where there were more of their kind, he'd probably witnessed weird shit before either way. Logan needed to bend and twist a little to get to the medical supplies and by that time, the match was already out again, but Logan had already spotted all he needed to see. He put not only the kit but also a six-pack of water and a couple of prepacked sandwiches down in front of the backseat before turning on the two strong headlights also part of the car's equipment, hanging them from the front seat's headrests with a relieved sigh. "You guys always leave the house prepared for a whole field trip?"

Scott gave him a still weak but honest-looking grin and damn Logan if he didn’t catch himself staring at that chiseled, youthful face yet again instead of fumbling with medical supplies. "Our mansion doubles at a school. Always prepared comes with the job description."

"Yeah, I don't think I even want to know, bub." That was a blatant lie, but for now, there were more important things to do than talking about trivialities. Logan already rummaged for bandages in the kit when Scott reached for his arm in an uncoordinated movement, grunting when that obviously caused new pain in his side. "There should be a small metal box on the left side by the spare wheel. Black circular device, red glass." At a loss yet again about what the guy was going on about, Logan leaned down to the trunk once more, not least because the makeshift bandage of his shirt seemed to slow the bleeding enough for now, and the urgency in Scott's voice let him know, it was important to the young man.

He only understood when the guy slipped said device, looking like something taken from some old Star Trek series, over his eyes and let out a careful hiss before turning his head Logan's way. "Thanks. Sabretooth took my other VISOR. Oh shit, you really took your shirt off for me, huh?" An askew little smirk curled on these beautiful full lips that would have probably sent Logan's hormones into overdrive for good if it hadn’t been that damn cold.

He decided he could think about that, and about what the deal with the guy's eyes was later, finally getting to work, provisionally disinfecting and taping up the ugly wound by Scott's side. The hint of interest took a backseat when he leaned in closer to the guy's half-naked body and had to swallow thickly at spotting a whole map of scars covering the smooth, enticingly soft skin, some quite old looking, some clearly fresh. "For someone who looks like they've only just graduated, you sure got a lot of miles covered, Shades."

"I'm 29 but thanks, I guess. And I was orphaned at twelve if you need to know. Ran into a few very unpleasant people on the way." Scott circled an especially dangerously looking trace right over his left hipbone absently, sounding like he was miles away with his thoughts for a moment, his shoulders tight in visible agitation. "When my boss took me in at the age of fifteen, he had me taught me how to fight back. It seemed only logical then, to help others do the same and try to change some of the shit going on in this world for mutants for the better."

"Not a choice anyone should make at fifteen, bub." Only Logan knew very well that especially being a member of their race, that kind of choice often didn’t ask for age of maturity. Again, he couldn’t help but think of the girl. Burying a nervous hand in his hair once he was finished with that bandage, he gritted his teeth as he was trying in vain not to imagine what these assholes of whom he still didn’t exactly know who they even were, might be doing to Rogue right this fucking moment.

"I guess not. So far I didn’t regret it though." A trembling, shy hand came to rest on Logan's elbow, and he could swear he could see Scott shudder not only from coldness at the feeling of Logan's thick muscles tensing instantly. "Care to tell me your story? Not like we got much else to do for now."

"I'm afraid I lost the memory of anything interesting to tell fifteen years ago. Been cage fighting my way through ever since, trying to find them again." Logan turned away with tight lips when Scott gasped in sympathy, leaning down to the trunk for a last time to get said blankets. Then he carefully wormed his way onto one of the seats, resting Scott's legs on his, telling himself bravely it was only so that the guy's system wouldn’t crash for good at some point. Once they were both comfortable and warming up under all of the blankets available and once Logan had thrust a bottle and one of these disgusting-looking sandwiches into Scott's hand, his thoughts wandered back to today's events. "Seriously, in this world of freaks, I'm the least interesting guy you could find out there. Why did you people ever think, these assholes were after me? They obviously wanted the girl."

Scott showed a just as clueless-seeming shrug. "We'll have to ask the Professor when he gets home. He's got a mental gift, you see. It's not always entirely reliable. Which is also why we couldn’t pinpoint your exact location in time. Or the girl wouldn’t be in these bastards' hands right now. We failed big time today, Logan. This cannot be happening. Too much is depending on my team for that." For a moment, he clenched his fists, an expression almost of self-loathing flitting over that handsome face.

"Hey, Shades." Logan instinctively reached out for that scrunched-up face without even thinking about it, his own half-eaten sandwich forgotten on his lap, and shook his head at the stranger disapprovingly. "From my point of view, without you guys? I'd be stuck alone down here right now. I got a power set that won't let me die but let me tell you, freezing into an ice cube over and over again is not something I got a fetish for. You guys helped without even knowing me, so that whole doing some good for this world thing doesn’t seem to go that bad. And these primitive motherfuckers, we'll find as soon as we're out of here. Next time I'll be prepared, don't worry." He demonstratively extended his claws on his free hand again, shuddering a little when he saw the definitely more than just a little interested look, Scott was regarding his main weapons with, the clean-shaven skin under his soothing touch maybe now heating up not just from the returning healthier body temperature. Maybe, when all this was over … Taking a closer look at that weird school, wherever it was, wasn’t a bad idea. It wasn’t like chasing ghosts had gotten Logan anywhere so far. Only when Scott belatedly seemed to realize for how long Logan's touch had been lingering there on his cheek and he startled, looking away, his expression one of a bad conscience, Logan let go of him as if he'd burned himself. "Sorry, bub, was just trying to make sure you're warming up. No need to worry that your girl at home's gonna be jealous or something." It was only a stab in the dark, but judging by this even darker blush on Scott's cheeks and the way he was biting his lower lip, Logan was pretty sure he wasn’t that far off with the assumption of a committed partner. Just his luck.

"Jean hasn’t been jealous of anyone for a long time, to be honest," Scott murmured in an unexpected new wave of sadness, staring into nothing another time for long seconds. "Her and me … That hasn’t been anything but show and convenience for two years or so. I guess I just didn’t have a reason to admit that even to myself so far."

Logan was pretty sure the guy was only just talking so much, and to a stranger no less, because of a beginning fever. Not to mention, he was still busy dealing with his own increasing attraction to someone he'd literally only just met. So he decided rather to not say anything to that. But he crossed his arms lightly enough on Scott's muscular thighs under those blankets, to keep an eye on the guy's body temperature, stared at the dull grey and glistening of the snow frozen heavily against the windows, and lost himself to his thoughts.

*****

It was less than two hours, in the end, it turned out, before they could hear the telltale scraping and crunching of the snow around them being worked on from the outside. When Scott woke up from a few hopefully healing minutes of sleep, he listened with that absent look on his face again, his head tilted, to something only seemed to be hearing. With growing relief in his voice, he confirmed that it was indeed his people trying to get to them, not the enemy for some reason. "Ororo's alright, too. We'll fly to Westchester to regroup. The Professor is already looking for Rogue with his powers. We'll find her, Logan, I promise." He firmly grabbed Logan's hand, his jaw thrust forward in determination.

"You bet your cute little ass on it, Slim." As long as the snow cover was still intact and no one could see them, Logan thought it couldn’t hurt to hold on to that encouraging touch for a moment. Maybe, once Shades guy had taken care of certain interpersonal issues in his house, they could even go back to that at some point. "And once this all is over … Seeing as we've already almost died side by side … Wanna give trying to live together a shot next?"

Scott snorted but made no move to pull away. "That's the worst possible pick-up line you could have come up with, you know."

Logan shrugged and reached for a cigar in his pocket with his free hand. "Not much of a romantic."

"Good," Scott simply said, an enchanting small smile on his lips, and that was all that needed to be said for the moment.

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@scoganbingo

[rhoy-angel]

Snowbaz trans baz au!!!!

trans baz au!!

Simon slams Baz's door open looking scared turning his head side to side looking for Baz. when his eyes lock on a suspicious lump of blankets on the bed his expression changes from 'frantically looking for my boyfriend' to 'what's wrong?'

"Hay Baz what's wrong r u okay?" Simon crosses the room to Baz and sits on the bed next to the lump of blankets. when Baz doesn't answer Simon lays down next to him and wraps an arm around the pile of blankets that is Baz and says "Sorry for bursting in it just you didn't stop by the coffee shop and you didn't answer your phone so I was worried. Is everything ok?" the lump of blankets turned to Simon to snuggle deeper into his warmth and to offer him to go under the covers.

as Simon slides into the sheets next to Baz in his bed Baz starts to mumble an answer "Well I haven't been doing my laundry and now it's all dirty and I only have my pre-transitioning clothes and I really don't feel like looking feminine today and" baz starts to cry interrupting his explanation.

"Aw Baz do you at least have a binder?"

"mmm ya, it's the one thing that doesn't stink."

"Well, then why don't you go binder out with your p-jay pants?"

"But then everyone will know that I'm trans."

Simon snuggled closer to Baz and gently kissed him on the forehead. Suddenly Simon jumped up heading to Baz's closet.

"Simon, what are you doing?" Baz said grabbing the pillows and blankets that fell when Simon jumped out.

"well i was thinking-" he interopted himself by takeing of his shurt

"Simon what are you doing." baz said blushing.

Now Simon was putting on a full strip show. Still with his boxer on he threw all of his other clothes at Baz.

"Simon what the fuck was that for!"

"Put those on and ill put these on," Simon said opening the closet to revile a couple of skirts and dresses.

"Simon it's okay you don't have to"

"No Baz I don't mind I quite like wearing dresses and I will do anything for you to feel comfortable looking in the mirror."

who was Baz to say no.

Once Baz was done changing in the bathroom he exited to find Simon twirling around looking at himself in the floor-length mirror. Baz smiled at the choice of outfit that Simon picked. It was one of his favorites that's the only reason he chose to keep the dress. It was a floral pastel dress whith a tite fit in the midel and litel fringes the botel was perfickt for twerling in.

"You look amazing in that dress," Baz said to Simon who jumped at the sound of Baze's voice.

"Oh, you think?" Simon blushed so much that he looked like a tomato.

"Yes! Merlan I think you could get on a magazine cover looking like that!"

baz walked over to Simon and kissed him on the lips. "I love you so much Simon snow"

Simon pulled Baz into a more passionate kiss.

"I love you too"

let's just say that Baz was late for yet another class.

[ribillustrated]

'THE POEM'

The Poem is a collection of 7 paintings inspired by poetry that I wrote almost 20 years ago. The theme of the poems is the hardship of growing up. This, as we all know, is a very exhausting, sensitive and often quite pathetic, period of life, which make it perfect for poetry.

When I dug them up a couple of years ago, I thought that they deserve to be illustrated, and that's how this series came about.

Over the course of 7 weeks I will share them with you.

THE PUBERTY

I should finally start to act like an adult. Stop dreaming and go to some prestige school and have a career and make money in some very stable currency. And go out shopping at the weekends. And have shoes by Gucci, and two lovers that I won’t let too close to my skin. And smoke only in the evenings in bars, slurp Lambrusco and look sophisticated.

…and one morning everything will settle and shortly we’ll put on four pairs of slippers…

And all of a sudden I find myself somewhere between the laundry and a warm dinner and I will finally have to do something about the stinking corpse of that Hawaiian Bishon from old times.

And all around me only sterilised cold, cable telly turned up too loud and in my wardrobe expensive latex from abroad that I’ve never wore. And in that moment I realise that I never swam in my own swimming pool next to our 10 million villa like I did in the public one near the council estate I grew up on the one full of bacteria and microbes. And I’m asking myself where was the cursed crossroad where I turned so fucking wrong and if I can still come back to that point and try to drive my Maseratti as fast as I can straight into the wall. And I’m scared to death of that moment when I give in to all the bullshit about how my life is actually brilliant and I’ll smell the babyfood on the cooker burning meanwhile the kids finally fall asleep for a bit and I will not want to get my head out of the ‘Oven Of Freedom’.

Fuck.

So I’d rather save myself all the hassle I’ll wait for the green light and drive full speed into that wall right now. The blood from the bricks at the sight of the crash will be cleaned up by nameless bloke that got half a year of community service and a reporter from the Daily Mail will stop a couple of passers by.

Or I can pull myself together and get out of that ridiculously expensive car and leave the whole world beeping behind me. And try to go by my own feet somewhere where it will not end up in such a fucked up way. And instead of all the rude names for a woman behind the steering wheel I hear the driver behind me shouting:

Now more than ever It’s time to grow up!!!

[theloveinc]

I’m literally just so fucking sick of have a dirty room

[hearth-and-veil]

Your definitely an auntie. We all agree. So auntie can you give me tips for my laundry pretty please?

Am I??? I'm down for it. I'll be your witchy aunt.

Ok there's four main things for laundry.

Understanding your machine

Understanding your fabric

Understanding your detergent

Understanding when not to do laundry

This post covers #4 and #1 because all of this is LOOOONG.

When Not To Do Laundry

We're starting with #4 because it's the easiest. When do you NOT wash something? Don't wash dry clean only stuff. Send it to the dry cleaner if it has something on it. If it doesn't have something on it, steam it or freeze it. (You don't want to steam silk, trust me, so stick it in the freezer instead.) This kills germs.

Similarly, you don't need to wash something that isn't dirty yet. If you're an office worker and you sit in a temperature controlled space, your clothes probably aren't dirty just because you wore them. Certain fabrics are actually resistant to bacteria - denim chief among them. I wash my jeans about every 9 wears. Yes, I am completely serious. I do steam them at the 5th wear, but that's it.

Understanding Your Machine

I HIGHLY recommend following Renae the Appliance Repair Tech and spending some time binging her videos. You will learn everything you need to know!

The three main takeaways are how much detergent you need, how to load your machine, and how to clean your machine.

If your machine was built after 2010, it's almost definitely a High Efficiency (HE) machine even if it doesn't say so. Why? Laws went into effect in 2010 requiring machines be HE! The government did something right! High Efficiency machines use less electricity and less water. That means they also need less detergent. As Renae says, two tablespoons max! I usually use one unless I'm doing towels, bedding, or dog laundry, but I also have a brand new Samsung Robot Overlord washer. Using too much detergent will cause your washer to develop a film of soap scum which will damage the parts and make it stink. So use HE detergent and only use a little.

Have an older washer? You can still use HE detergent! You can still use less! But use closer to 1/4 cup for a full load (towels etc) and 1/8 cup for a smaller load.

Loading your machine is also important. You could not get me to use a toploader with an agitator if you forgave my student loans. Sorry if that's what you have, but I hate them. They destroy clothes. With any top loader (agitator or not) you have to stack your clothes along the sides and keep the middle clear. Heavier clothes on the bottom, lighter on top. But don't overload! Your clothes should go 3/4 up at the most.

Frontloaders are a bit different. It's actually harder to balance a frontloader because there is no stacking. You want all of your clothes to be about the same weight - wash all your towels together, or all of your shirts together, all of your leggings+socks+panties (tried and true combo).

NO CRYSTALS, NO HERBS, NO PLANTS, NO INCENSE, NO OILS. I will physically manifest in your laundry room and make you apologize to your washer and dryer.

Now how about washing your washer? The only downside of a frontloader is that it is more prone to mildew and funk. For a toploader, you pretty much only have to leave the lid open and gravity does the rest. Not so for frontloaders. After you finish your laundry for a day, you need to wipe down the door and the seal with a dry cloth. Once a week, wipe the door and seal with white vinegar and let that dry. I wipe down the drum too, because why not. LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN. You don't have to leave it all the way open. After you wipe the door, fold the towel/cloth in quarters and 'close' the door over it. It will keep the door cracked and allow airflow.

With both fronts and tops, drain the bottom filter once a month and clean the filter. I run a cleaning cycle once a season, typically on the equinox/solstice. I like to use bleach, but that's because I like bleach. You could use vinegar or washing machine cleaner.

Do not, for the Glory of Hephaestus, use Dawn. I will fight you.

Stay tuned for part 2. I'm KonMari-ing my bathroom.

[nevereverlandboys]

Drunken in charge

A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad

If you want to get tagged for my oneshots DM me ❤

Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex

Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.

word count: 9968

The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.

"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.

"This will be fun!"

Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.

"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.

"I have to clean the kitchen." She  lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix. 

Why is he still staring at me?

She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her. 

"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.

"C'mon, girlie." He said.

'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground. 

"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.

"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.

"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood. 

"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer. 

"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.

"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this. 

The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.  

The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?

Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.

Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.

"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious. 

"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.

"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time? 

"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's  face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.

"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together. 

"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance. 

That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.

If I am right.

The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking. 

The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.

"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".

"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend. 

"No, tha-"

"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself  free.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.

"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention. 

"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.

"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.

"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back. 

"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.

"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."

Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy. 

"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.

"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."

The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well. 

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.

"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.

"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away,  not finishing what he tried to say. 

Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.

No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end. 

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again. 

"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good. 

"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips. 

Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now. 

"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.

"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day. 

"You have."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh-Uh."

"I can cleanly tell-"

"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."

She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.

"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.

"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses. 

"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing. 

"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.

"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.  

"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.

"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."

There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in.  This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same. 

"Should I keep my dress on or-"

"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm. 

"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.

"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit. 

"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.

"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment,  Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them. 

"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan. 

"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss. 

"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.

"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy. 

"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.

"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."

"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."

Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.

"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away. 

"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.

"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light. 

"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face. 

"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows. 

"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body. 

"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too. 

"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more. 

"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted. 

"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid. 

"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."

The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect. 

"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."

Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she  gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her  hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She  pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her. 

"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.  

"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen. 

"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart. 

"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss. 

"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.

"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."

[octuscle]

Hi chronivac support!

I need your help, I was messing with my fat roommate, teasing him about his weight and beard. When he deciding to get out his phone and type. He showed me his screen, all it said was Bear and duration permanent. I’m starting to feel bloated, I tried to apologize but he doesn’t care.

Please, PLEASE tell me you can prevent me from turning into a big fat bear like my stinking roommate

Whew, your roommate is quite an expert at using Chronivac. He has worded everything very precisely. But at least I still have the option to put in "weaknesses" that you are addicted to the gym. Unfortunately, I can't change the fact that it already says "chocolate and sugary drinks". Your roommate enjoys torturing you. Accordingly, the process of your transformation will take several hours. And what I have just told you, you will immediately forget. The process does not take place obviously for you.

While you are sitting at your computer, you get hungry. Fortunately, there are always a few bags of chips and a few bars of chocolate in your desk. You grab a Coke from the fridge and continue typing away at your paper. You don't even notice that you're cleaning your greasy fingers on your T-shirt. Nor do you notice that your belly is starting to bulge. And at some point you don't feel like working on your paper for university anymore. You prefer to watch porn. Fuck, that was a good shot. Cum on the keyboard, on your T-shirt and everything runs down your cock into your pubic hair. Hehehe, you take a dirty jockstrap from the floor and wipe everything with it as best you can. You hold the jockstrap in your face. Damn, it smells good. You don't want to go to university anymore. You have weighed. Then you could actually go to the gym now. You pack a few protein bars and the dirty jockstrap into your gym bag, pull a T-shirt and a pair of shorts out of the mountain of dirty clothes and set off.

Bro, you're in good shape. You're really lifting a lot of weight today. Your only problem is that you're really sweating like a pig. It's not worth it to take a shower. You'd be wet again by the time you got back to the dorm anyway. When you get back, your roommate is sitting in front of the TV. You strip down to your jockstrap, throw the sweaty clothes into your room, take a Coke from the fridge and ask your pal if he's up for pizza. He does. You order an XXL with extra cheese and extra salami.

One pizza and two jerk-offs later, you're lying in bed. Tomorrow you clean up. Tomorrow you take care of the laundry. For sure. And then you go to sleep.

Fuck, what a crazy dream, you think to yourself and caress your belly… Around you a mess. Pizza boxes, dirty laundry, Coke bottles, chips bags. Hehehe, you fit in here well, you stink of cum and sweat. Your roommate opens your door, farts into the room and laughingly says that it makes it better in case of doubt. The fat fellow is so hot! You follow him naked into the kitchen and hug him as well as your bellies allow. You would love to fuck him right on the kitchen table. But probably that would collapse under load.

[apollostears]

SCHMIDT’S WORLD [ jjk ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ featuring: geto, choso, gojo, nanami, and toji

↬︎ warning(s): mentions of death

PLOT. college!jjk men as some quotes from Schmidt on New Girl + some for college!reader.

ADVISORY. reader is female and black unless stated otherwise.

college series

[ college!nanami ]

“yeah…we’re totally chill. we’ll just break out THE BACKUP CHINA! 🤬”

when choso asks if he’s ok thanksgiving morning after finding out gojo accidentally broke the original place settings.

“ARE YOU THE CRIMINALS?! FROM THE STATISTICS?!”

when you guys collectively prank him and dress up as robbers in the middle of the night, catching him his chiffon silk boxers and bonnet you gifted him.

“DAMN IT! I can’t find my driving moccasins anywhere!”

just…i can’t explain this.

[ college!choso ]

“can you please not tell anyone i just did that? that feels…embarrassing.”

after you make him laugh so hard he shits himself. literally.

“oh, the parfait? parfait.”

choso discovering parfaits for the first time.

“what are ya doingg?? almost hit you with this brush steel modern lamp.”

when he catches toji bumping bodies with a girl but he thought someone was tryna rob them.

[ college!gojo ]

“someone’s personalized condoms just came in the mail.”

gojo, after the magnum condom broke because he was “too big” so he bought personalized ones instead.

“I DON’T LIKE IT! I DON’T LIKE IT! I DON’T LIKE IT!”

one night at dinner when nanami made brussel sprouts and gojo threw a tantrum.

“A-A WHITE MAN? NO!”

when he’s watching his favorite soap opera and the only ethnic character, gets paired with the white man.

[ college!geto ]

“i will scream sing EVERY LAST WORD TO LES MIS!”

geto threatening you all when his lucky hair tie goes missing [plot twist, he left it in his pocket when he washed laundry and found it later].

“ *angry breathing* YOUTHS!”

when some underage kids tried to break into the shop while he was still there.

“you aren’t the only one that’s hurting here y/n l/n. the economy stinks, bees are dying. movies are pretty much all sequels now.”

when your usual rant buddy [choso] waa busy, so you turned to geto, who made your rant session into his own.

[ college!toji ]

“you think that you can—you can beat me in a physical altercation of fisticuffs?”

drunk!toji beefing with drunk!gojo after a game of uno goes wrong.

“well you know, everyone dies. maybe he’ll die.”

toji when you guys witness a guy choking on his food while out for dinner.

“YOU POUR THAT COFFEE DOWN YOUR THROAT AND I’LL POUR YOUR BLOOD ON THE GROUND! I’LL KNIFE YOU!”

feral!toji in the morning when gojo had the audacity to try and drink the last cup of coffee before toji could get his fill.

[ college!reader ]

“i’m fine.” *starts choking self* “let me die.”

you after your favorite restaurant runs out of your favorite dessert that you really wanted.

“i’ll kill you! i’ll murder you!”

a valid reaction to you finding out that gojo used up all of your curling cream [expensive curling cream] because he wanted to look like you.

“hit me with your car.”

you ask some random stranger one day after you pulled an all nighter for an assignment that wasn’t due until next week.

NOTE I. happy new year’s everyone!! hope 2022 is everything you guys want and more!!

NOTE II. i’ve been dying to do this for the longest 😭

↬︎ join the taglist: @gabzlovesu @mae-avenue @knjkitten @pimpnameyannie @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @brownmochi @sunrayyellowhalo @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh

[semischarmed]

Temptation

-Wednesday- 

I love him so much. God I love him. And he’ll never know. Maybe it was a curse from a past life or something. To live like this, tantalizingly close to him but unable to act. I knew he didn’t see me that way, but that didn’t help any in my situation. 

Take today for instance, he just came back from the gym today soaked in the lingering smell of sweat. It was probably residual perspiration on the clothes he was carrying back or some other thing in his bag. Still. The smell. Goddamn. I could have died and gone to heaven on the spot. I tried to sneak a whiff of Connor, but all I could pick up was whatever soap and cologne he used. It was earthy, woodsy. Like cut cedar and fresh rain. It’s the Connor I always smelled, since he did always keep himself quite clean, and it’s a wonderful scent in its own right, forming the basis of my idea of Connor and the scent I associated with him. But damn. This paled in comparison to the hints of musk and workout sweat I could glean from his clothing. He reeked of pure man and it’s such a shame he covered that up. God I hope he doesn’t do laundry anytime soon.

He must have picked up on something, cause not a moment later I got a “Oh dude! I’m so sorry, this stuff probably reeks haha. I’ll get it washed up so it doesn’t stink up the place” he laughed politely. Fuck.

“Sure, you do you” I stated back, mentally cursing at his propensity for cleanliness.

You’d think the ROTC guys wouldn’t give two fucks about their smell but I guess Connor was an exception. Then again I don’t really know what they did, so maybe it was normal for them. In any case, he definitely did laundry tonight, and I definitely lost out on a good jack off.

-Friday-

So, weird thing happened last night. Connor looked tired as fuck, but he went out. The man must have been running on sheer willpower alone cause he had some kind of training day earlier today too. He collapsed in his room at like 8. Yet there he was an hour later- eyes bloodshot, hair tousled. Maybe he wanted to let loose or something? Still pretty weird. I mean, the guy was practically a saint. It’s odd enough that he went out for drinks, but even odder that he went out dressed like he did. Still I could definitely get used to a more experimental Connor. 

He was also a little looser when he came back. Gave me a pat on the shoulder and a wink. Something about “keeping the room safe” or something. I couldn’t concentrate enough to tell what he was actually rambling about. His breath was drenched in alcohol. I feel like I almost got drunk off the fumes alone when he spoke. No surprise when he had no recollection of any of it after he woke up from his nap. 

Total guilty pleasure, but the messy look was kind of hot on him. Never seen my friend so disheveled like this, he was always so prim and proper. It’s kind of nice to see him knocked down a few pegs. 

-Tuesday-

Connor let out a cute yawn before scratching his pits. He gave his scratching hand a quick sniff before settling into a satisfied smile. My dick jumped a little. I feigned ignorance when he regarded me, asking me if I saw that. “I… uh…no. Definitely not.” 

“Sure dude.” Now fully aware of my stare, Connor continued scratching at himself. “You’re seeing this now though, right?” He ran a hand over his stomach, gently feeling through his defined abs. I kept replaying the event in my head, drooling the delight I just witnessed and at a little daydream of me coming up to to feel this new side of Connor with him. In my daze, I barely noticed my roommate inching closer.

Plus, did he seem… bigger? Though I can’t say I’ve ever seen the guy without a shirt on so I guess I just never noticed. Regardless, this version of Connor was fucking hot. Looks like he’s got a tat too. Hot. 

“Baby if you’re gonna keep looking, you might as well have a taste.” He laughed warmly. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. In my stunned state, I couldn’t do anything beyond stare at him in disbelief as a vascular hand that seemed larger than it should be guided mine around his perky ass. God what a nice ass. I still recoiled out of the sheer absurdity in the situation. Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my brain around the idea of this Connor. It’s like he was two different people. Well, I definitely liked this version of my friend more. I’m still drooling over what just happened.

“Another time, then,” he chuckled before walking to his room. 

Weird. Connor never really shut his door other than to sleep. Guess he was tired or something. 

-Thursday-

Well shit, I totally misread all of that. Today, I thought I saw that same glint of intrigue in his eyes and decided to risk it. Conner was just sitting in his boxers eating cereal and I was just standing there, a few feet behind. I couldn’t help it. My hand instinctively reached out and the cupped the outline of his ass. Perky. It was cute and compact and plump but definitely had a bit of muscle behind it. I regretted the action immediately. 

“…The fuck dude?” He gently whispered. It was more bewilderment than anything. Fuck. He was incredulous and I couldn’t blame him. Anger raged inside him, I could tell. But neither of us knew what to do in the situation. We stood there, staring at each other for what felt like hours before I relented.

In shame I could barely stammer out a shameful “s-sorry” before I slunk back to my room, bright red. 

I fucked up.

-Monday-

Okay. Scratch everything I just said. Connor is fucking with me. He’s got to be. He strode around the apartment half naked, humming a quiet tune to himself. Sure. Fine, I guess. Whatever. But as soon as he noticed me on the couch working on an essay, he walked over and gave me a hug from behind. Oh my god that hug. Connor was a lean dude, but I swear his muscles were fucking bulging, like they were barely contained in his skin. He wrapped those thick pythons over my shoulders and chest and I just about melted on the spot. I’m pretty sure I moaned a little too. Who wouldn’t? Wrapped in his warm embrace, surrounded by this man- I was his for that moment. I tensed up on the spot. I knew he didn’t swing that way, so I don’t know what he was trying but there was no way I would fall for what I could only assume was some kind of trap. 

He spoke in a tone laced in sex. It set me off in a way I didn’t expect. This was a side of Connor I’ve never seen, a tone of Connor I’ve never heard- an experience of Connor I’ve never had. It was a Connor I never knew I needed.

“I’ve seen the way you look at this body. You’re not very subtle.” In the faintest of whispers, he leaned in until his lips were barely touching my ear. My dick was already rock hard in anticipation- I was practically bursting at the seams and I’m sure he had a great view of it. “Just say the word and ‘Connor’ is yours”. 

With a control and a willpower I never had before, I refrained from kissing this boy- from putting myself all over him on the spot. I mentally cursed at my friend. ‘What the fuck are you playing at Connor?’ 

His hot, damp breath caressed my ear in its own embrace as I stood my ground, unmoving like stone. “Got to hand it to you, bro, you put up a really good fight. It’s okay. I love a good fight. Makes victory taste all the more sweeter.” The feel of Connor’s thick, defined fingers running through my hair and wet, slimy tongue across my cheek. He rolled his body forward, so the pulse through his abs would be felt across the back of my neck. From this spot, he was downright imposing. His guns went in for another caress- this time wrapping across my cheeks and around my chin.

“You know I love you bro… This body’s straight as an arrow. But it’s my body- I’ll go gay for you if you want”. What the fuck. Oh god I got a bit of his sweat on my cheek too. My eyes fluttered, body entrapped in a spell of my own hormones reacting to my friend’s advances.

Connor broke me. I shivered on the spot, leaned up to the man, moaned an “Oh fuck…Connor I-I need you. I-” before he cut me off. “Well bro, kind of looks like you still got some work today- you have fun with that.” He laughed coldly. He was fucking with me.

That whole exchange was really fucking weird, cause just a few hours later, it was back to pure awkward silence between us. Like a flip of a switch, the every energy he exuded around me could only be described as “uncomfortable”. I wanted to talk to him, to speak with him about earlier, to tell him I wanted him the same way. Something about those eyes read differently though. They read the same Connor I had been used to until recently. I decided to hold my tongue. Something about this situation wasn’t adding up.

Also I’m pretty sure this kid needs to see a doctor or something. I swear the guy doesn’t sleep- he’s out every night and then I see his tired ass drag himself to class every morning. Rushing a frat? Weird drugs? Could have been a host of things. 

-Tuesday-

Now 4 days since the incident last week. Thankfully he hasn’t brought it up- nor has he brought up whatever the fuck yesterday was. If it was even real. I sweat and stumble over my sentences in every conversation I make with him. I flash back to what he said to me. God, this was all too much. Every time I try to focus myself, focus on whatever he was talking to me about, I couldn’t help but think of the Connor that visited me yesterday night. 

Maybe, maybe it was just a hallucination. Maybe I dreamed it all up. I was working on an essay for hours. The whole encounter could have easily been a dream. He’s been going out every night too, so it’s not like he could have been speaking to me that coherently. Still. That didn’t make it any better. Whether or not he knew it, Connor was a demon in my life. 

I shamefully admit I totally jacked off to that little exchange from yesterday after he left. Grabbed some used Connor-scented garments off his hamper and exploded all over myself in a Connor-themed session. Nothing like the exquisite gym-soaked clothes from a week ago, but it was enough. It was still Connor. My eyes rolled up to the back of my head in pleasure as I took a breath, basking in the afterglow and the scent of forest and earth and faintest lingering musk of Connor in my nose. Connor was everything to me and, hallucination or not, I committed yesterday’s events to memory. 

-Still Tuesday-

Shitshitshit. Definitely not a dream. I caught the son of a bitch. In the dead of night, I caught him sneaking in from a dark corner of the room. Like a figure manifest from the shadows itself. He was holding some silver figurine in his hand, reciting some odd words, before he lunged at the sleeping Connor. He gave my roommate a quick sniff before scoffing. “Bro you have to stop cleaning all your nice smells away… With that the stranger pulled at the corners of Connor’s mouth. I watched as my roommate’s skin was forced to accommodate the man’s muscular calves. 

I watched as the stranger pulled Connor every further up himself. Damn, even in the dark I could tell the man was ripped. When his head finally slotted into where Connor’s skull would be, and Connor’s face was stretched being pulled, I saw the immediate change in my friend’s demeanor. This was the guy who’s been fucking with me recently. This was why Connor looked so buff lately. I couldn’t see the man who jumped inside my best friend, but I could never wipe that smug smile he wore through Connor’s face. 

The smell that originated from inside Connor, the same smell I experienced a week ago. God I loved that scent. It permeated throughout the room. Best friend concentrate. Like a humid, musky, grime that clung to the very air and decorated my nostrils. I never wanted his scent out of me again. I felt like I was inhaling Connor himself, regarding a newly discovered private part of my friend.

My stomach churned in a mix of anticipation and horror. Sweat beaded at my temples. Gotta admit, this was kind of hot. I had to figure out what I was gonna do about this. Self-preservation kicked in and I fled to my room, taking special attention to ensure I did not alert the man inside Connor. Not like he’d notice anyways- dude was feeling himself up almost immediately after he slipped inside. 

-Wednesday-

It’s like clockwork at this point. The “other” Connor came back early in the morning from a wild night out, before passing out on our couch as I was finally able to speak with my friend. Impossibly tired eyes looked back at me. He gave a weak grimace. “Must have passed out again….Uh.. can I help you man?” My heart sank. Could I really tell him this? My poor roommate. “No, uh.. do you want any breakfast?”.

I could tell he had meant to say yes. He motioned as much, before staring at my face and turning away. Fuck. He was definitely still put off by last week’s advance. I honestly don’t blame him. “N-no. I got it. Thanks.” 

I grimaced awkwardly before shrugging and walking to fix myself some breakfast. This would complicate things. And I couldn’t do that to Connor. I needed to find a way to fix this without him knowing. Evidently, his body being used and worn out like an evening jacket was taking its toll on him. Despite whatever we were going through, he was still my friend. And I couldn’t in good faith add more to that burden. 

“Hey, one of the guys from the gym’s coming over for dinner, that cool?” 

“Yeah man, I’ll just order some extra pizza,” I said back, sighing internally in relief at some semblance of normalcy.

-Still Wednesday -

I met Connor’s gym friend. To be honest, already forgot his name. He gave me a wink when he shook my hand and I couldn’t stop staring all dinner. I think even Connor picked up on it. He looked almost jealous with all the attention I usually gave him being directed at the stranger. The stranger asked to use the bathroom, and I wanted to let him know how to get to it, but he seemed to already know the path.

“Hey bro, is it cool if I stay the night?“ I nodded automatically, lost in deep thought.

There’s something peculiar about the Connor’s gym friend. And I didn’t notice it until I was already in bed. Then hit me like a brick. 

That fucking smirk. 

-End-

If anyone knows who this guy is, please let me know… for.. uh.. research purposes.

[ashesstellarbrighton]

hello fellow person,in regards to your recent post! ive been desperately scrambling all over tumblr for an open req ask, and i wanted to throw this idea:

How would the egos react to the reader who is indifferent of their self-care (not taking amounts of water for a few days, forgetting to shower, eat or change clothes, spending ungodly amounts of hours working.. that good stuff.)

i hope you have a wonderful time-!

List of Characters: Dark, Wilford, Actor, Dr.iplier, Eric Derekson, and Bimtrimmer.

Warning: N/A

Requested: Yes

Enjoy my first Fanfic/Headcanon write!

Dark:

-Dark would be confused at first. He wouldn’t understand why someone wouldn’t take care of their hygiene/SelfCare.

-After about a week, he would start commenting on Y/N lack of hygiene/SelfCare. He would say things like, “Y/N, you should drink more water” or “Have you eaten yet?”

-Dark would start bringing Y/N food and water when they were busy doing work they didn’t finish at work or school.

- Dark would remind Y/N to shower, and if they didn’t shower or they blew it off, he would stare at them, Y/N would get annoyed of his staring.

“What?”

“Are you going to shower?”

“Later, I’m working.”

“You’ll forget if you don’t do it now.”

“Will you stop staring at me if I shower.”

“Yes”

-Dark tells Y/N that they should take breaks from work and relax a little, and if they still worked after Dark’s suggestion’, it wasn’t a suggestion. He would close their laptop and tell them to take a break if that didn’t work. He would drag Y/N out of their chair.

Wilford Warfstache:

-Wilford would be concerned. First, he would constantly remind Y/N to eat, drink water, shower, and he would do their laundry and dishes.

-But after a while, he starts to get frustrated with Y/N lack of trying. He would tell Y/N to go shower, and if they didn’t listen, he would drag them to the shower and push them in the shower even though Y/N is completely clothed.

-if Wilford sees Y/N works for too long for his liking, he would lock all of Y/N stuff in a safe and wouldn’t give it back to them until they relaxed for a little bit.

-Wilford also would hug or latch onto Y/N until they stopped working before locking their stuff away. He believes cuddles and hugs fix everything.

-He would check in with Y/N every 30 minutes to an hour just to make sure they’re there okay and not overworking themselves. It kind of gets annoying.

Actor Mark:

-He would be a bitch at first.

-Actor would make comments like

“You smell like shit. Take a shower!”

“Your clothes have stains on them!”

“You’ve been working all night! You haven’t given me any attention!”

-After a while, he would start to get concerned, but he doesn’t know how to express his concerns.

-Actor would make a bubble bath and then drag Y/N to the bathroom.

-Actor cooks full course meals every night and doesn’t leave the room until Y/N has tried everything. He is too proud of his work for Y/N not to appreciate it, and he wants them to eat.

-He washes Y/N’s clothes but doesn’t tell them cause he doesn’t want Y/N to call him a simp, so Y/N finds fresh clothes in their drawer.

-He tries his best, but he doesn’t want to be judge by the others, which makes him seem a little bit distant, but Y/N can see he is trying.

Dr.iplier (Matthew):

-Dr.iplier/Matthew would be upset, and he would lecture Y/N on their lack of care for their hygiene.

-He would constantly remind them how important self-care is and why they should keep up their hygiene, but in a very annoying way.

-He after a while would get concerned and start asking questions like why Y/N isn’t taking care of themself or why they don’t have the motivation to take care of themself.

-He would try and push the reader to take breaks or would remind them every so often to eat or drink water.

-Dr.iplier would clean their room and try to help them to the best of his abilities

-Y/N sees Dr.iplier trying and tries to do as he says to make him feel better

Eric Derekson:

-Eric would be concerned

-Eric would doesn’t remind the reader to do anything because he doesn’t want to come off as annoying

-Eric would clean Y/Ns room and would bring them food, water, and of course, cookies or cupcakes

-He would complain about the reader smelling or anything, but he would make little comments like, “you should shower. It has been a few days, but only if you want to.”

-Y/N would see him trying to be nice and would shower

-Eric is a sweet bean

Bim Trimmer:

-Bim is a confusing one to determine his emotion on the subject

-Bim would spray the reader with a hose

“WHAT THE FUCK BIM!”

“This is how I clean the corpses I eat, so it’s a good way to wash off.”

“I’m Not One Of Your Cropses, Am I!”

“No, but you stink.”

-Bim would try to make Y/N food, but it would be human meat, so after a while, he stopped

-He would throw a bottle of water at the reader if they haven’t drunk any water yet, and he

-He steals the reader’s laptop if they are overworking themself

-Bim is annoying, but he has good intentions

[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

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proposal | jjh

→ characters : jeong jaehyun x reader

→ word counts : 1.0k+

→ summary : just domestic stuffs me being whipped for a song and it fits jaehyun.

You walk into your shared bedroom, drying your wet hair. Jaehyun will be home any time soon, his work finishes early these days so he would spend the extra time being home, spending it with the family. You watch the whole bedroom in a state of mess, the pillows on the floor, blanket roughly teared from the bedsheet and then there’s a small figure lying calmly on the bed, chest heaving up and down.

A small laugh escapes your mouth when you watch her face contorts as if she’s fighting someone in her sleep. Probably fighting you since Jaehyun has never fought her, he let her do anything to him, turning dumb for his angel. You leave the sight to clean the mess, folding your dirty clothes and placing them in your laundry basket.

Your eyes land on the specific corner of the room, a corner you placed everything you cherish, a corner you requested from Jaehyun when you first moved in. Placed on the top of the rack is your wedding picture, framed with a customized frame Jaehyun’s friends had gotten for your wedding present. Two scented candles accompanied the frame, one candle contains your favourite scent of Jaehyun and another contains Jaehyun’s favourite scent of yours.

You love this corner. It’s like a journey of yours, starting from your wedding, moving to your pregnancy pictures, your first born and a small family of yours.

“Be my life partner.” you were having dinner with him. A usual dinner, nothing special. It’s just you and Jaehyun at a local dining restaurant, him bringing you out for a date after months being busy with work.

“What are you talking about Jaehyun.” you laughed, simply dismissing his sudden proposal. You don’t doubt him, he did tell you that he wanted to get married at an early age. However you didn’t think he’s being serious, maybe he just wanted to test the idea of marriage on you. “Work has worn your brain out.”

“Would you be the mother of my children?” he asked again, this time reaching to take your hand into his, eyes boring straight into yours. You could tell when Jaehyun’s serious, he would take your hands into his and demand for your attention on the matter. And at that time, he was serious. You almost darted your eyes away from his because of the intense stare, it felt like he stared right through your soul, wanting- no, demanding for an answer. “Will you let me wake up and fall asleep to you?”

“Jaehyun. Stop joking around.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re- what?”

“I’m not playing around. I’m serious.” you never felt so nervous, the gaze he had on you made you feel weak and it struck you how serious the topic was. It was never a simple dinner for Jaehyun. He was prepared for it. He was prepared to ask you, to ask for your permission to be his life partner.

“You’re twenty four, Jaehyun. We are still too young.”

“I’m twenty four and I’m ready to marry you.”

You blink and smile, your mind has drifted to that particular night again. The night where Jaehyun asked for your permission to marry you, to make you his life partner. To become the mother of his children, his mini Jaehyuns.

“You’re staring again.” you jolt from your place, turning your head to the door where Jaehyun is standing in his work attire, smiling with dimples. “I’m home, sweetheart.”

He takes a stride towards you where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. When he reaches you, Jaehyun cups your face and plants a small kiss on top of your head. “Was she being good to you?”

You scoff at the question, pushing him slightly as Jaehyun laughs in response, knowing the only answer to that question is no. “Your angel is very naughty today, she barely listens to me and I think she plans to make us move houses. You should be relieved that you came home to the house completely intact, I thought she was going to take the wall down.”

Jaehyun listens to your rant intently, swiping his thumb on your jaw to caress your face, eyes darting to every corner of your face. His dimples are still showing, eyes glinting in amusement as you tell him your day.

“I should have thought twice about being the mother of your children.”

“Oh?” Jaehyun made a face at the statement, smiling widely for someone who worked an 8-5 job. “I guess you really should, before being pregnant with my second child.”

He then crouches down on his knees, greeting the mini him inside you. “Hi, my baby. Did mommy eat enough today? Or does daddy need to bring her for ice cream again tonight?”

You slap his shoulder as you feel the side comment is for you. You asked him to bring you for an ice cream hunt at 2 am last night, causing Jeno, his brother who lives next door to babysit your daughter for you.

“Fine! I won’t ask for anything again!”

Your husband quickly pulls you into a hug before you can move away, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It’s okay. I’ll bring you anywhere at any time. Because I love you.”

“You are carrying my child for me. I can’t thank you enough, this is all I could do.”

“Naww. Thank you. You’re the greatest husband, Jaehyun.”

“I am?”

“Mhm. The best I would ever ask for.”

“Does that mean I could ask for another baby?” you quickly detach yourself from him and give him a stink eye. In the meantime Jaehyun is laughing so hard that your daughter starts to stir in her sleep but luckily, too tired to wake up and fall asleep in no time.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart.” he flashes you his dimples and you narrow your eyes on him again, knowing too well his tactic to win you over. “I would like another baby but only if you let me. I won’t force you if you’re not ready.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

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How the Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Smell

A/N: Absolutely no one asked for this but I have thoughts and now yall have to hear them. Btw gonna put a keep reading because I’m trying to cover as many jjk characters as possible so it’s gonna get long.

Warnings: Spoilers if you’ve only seen the anime or haven’t read the manga up to the Shibuya Arc (relatively minor but you’ve been warned)

Itadori

He’s nowhere near the best smelling but his scent isn’t awful 

He sweats a lot so he takes showers a minimum of 2x a day

Overall his smell isn’t that bad, he just smells like outside 

5/10 points for effort but he always smells like he just got done rolling around in grass

Fushiguro

Fushiguro smells like the suave ocean breeze body wash with an undertone of pen ink 

His smell is very nice, it’s not the most remarkable but it’s not stinky

Middle school Megumi was definitely a hot mess that smelled solely of axe body spray and other middle schoolers he beat up (Tsumiki tried her best but there was only so much he’d compromise on)

After he started attending the Tokyo school, Maki threw out his axe and made Gojo buy him actual cologne/scented body wash

7/10 smells like a friend (points reduced because he used to use 3 in 1 body wash)

Kugisaki

Kugisaki is very much clean

She keeps up a beauty regimen and doesn’t play when it comes to upkeeping it

She has this light floral scent because of that; it varies between cucumbers and roses

Her body wash is also consistent with the smell of her beauty products

One thing about Kugisaki’s smell is that it does change completely depending on what products she’s using

Although, if she were to be completely clean with no scented products, she’d have a smell that’s a little bit metallic because of the nails and a little pumpkin-y

10/10 points because she sets the standard

Gojo

Smells like the inside of a guys car

He smells like bergamot and cedarwood mixed with a hint of leather

Overall he smells nice and it’s frustrating because his scent lingers. It’s so distinct that even when he’s gone, his scent will stay behind just to taunt you

9/10 minus one point for being Gojo

Maki

She’s very particular about hygiene 

It mainly stems from 1) her upbringing and 2) the level of cleanliness needed to clean all the weapons she uses regularly

She smells of metal polish, lavender with a hint of patchouli, and a slight undertone of rust

10/10 overall very strong scent but it’s so uniquely her that it’s calming 

Inumaki

This makes no sense but I feel like Inumaki smells like the sandwich part of a deli

Specifically that fresh baked bread and sliced lettuce smell

It can be a bit nostalgic at times especially because the smell in general occurs in a lot of places 

10/10 because bread smells good

Panda

It’s canon that Panda smells like the sun but we can get more specific

Panda does smell like the sun but I think he smells like a freshly cleaned room with the curtains open

The smell is like air freshener mixed with the sun

The air fresheners he smells the most like are: morning and dew, wood, pine, pet odor eliminator

10/10 no explanation needed

Yuta

Smells like teen spirit

Pre-jujutsu high (and before he was sent away to Africa); Yuta smelled like deodorant

He smelled like wayyy too much old spice, it was pretty bad

Post trip to Africa (idk which country he went to), Yuta smells of shea butter, frankincense, and charred wood

8/10 the crimes of pre jujutsu high Yuta will not be easily forgiven

Nanami

He smells like the blue Ralph Polo Lauren cologne

No I will not take criticism

He also smells a bit like the wrinkle spray people use when ironing clothes

10/10 we been knew that Nanami looks good, smells good, and dresses good

I don’t even like that cologne but for him...

Shoko

Love Shoko but her smell isn’t the most pleasant

Literally smells like cigarettes and alcohol with the sterile smell of cleaner to top it off

She’s an icon but her smell can be overwhelming at the best of times and suffocating at the worst

5/10 some people might like it but it is not for me

Utahime

Her scent is very foresty, either pine or spruce, with an undertone of gree tea

Her scent is a bit muted too so you can only really smell it if she’s really close or if you’re hugging her

It’s not a bad scent though, it’s the type that immediately sets you on ease

10/10 smells like a warm hug

Mechamaru(spoilers)

He’s a robot what’d you expect???

Jkjk Pre-Shibuya he smells really sterile and clean due to his condition

His robots obviously smell like metal and wiring

Post-Shibuya arc(or yk during technically): He smells kind of like nothing

There's the slightest smell of sparks from his cursed technique and the hint of mojito’s smell lingering, but otherwise he smells like absolutely nothing

6/10 the lack of smell is a bit off putting

Miwa

I can’t explain but I feel like Miwa smells like banana and vanilla

Like Mai and Momo tricked her and she ended up actually liking the smell

6/10 not the worst but not the best

Mai

Mai smells really heavily of metal and gunpowder

Obviously brcause of her cursed technique but she ever expected it to stck to her like it does

She doesn’t make any active effort to change it though because she thinks it makes her seem cool and mysterious

4/10 because while it DOES make her seem cool and mysterious, she scares locals

Momo

She definitely uses bath and body works perfume (tempted to say she uses the glittery versions but alas)

She loves using all the candles, lotions, and perfumes because of how girly they make her feel; has a collection that’s probably on a rotater

Definitely uses sweet pea above all

Tries to get Mai to try some of her fragrances but she has a 30/70 chance of getting her to agree

7/10 another scent that’s not for me

Todo

He has a really intense cleaning regimen and is never caught lackin in the smell department

He gets all the more embarrassed when Yuuji smells stinky next to him and will always make Yuuji shower if thr boy stinks

Other than that, he smelled of an ocean-y cologne before Takada-chan released her perfume collection

Now all he talks about is how he smells like the perfect husband for Takada

Takada’s perfume is really light a floral (along the lines of rose + vanilla) and if Todo runs out, he tries to steal it from Momo’s collection

9/10 minus a point for being a simp

Noritoshi

Smells really clean except for when he’s using his cursed technique

On average, Noritoshi smells like the clean linen spray/ clean laundry

When he uses his technique, he smells like blood and when he uses his technique to “dope”, he smells like sweat

Usually he smells like clean laundry though, he’s very picky about how he smells and hates the smell he gets from using his technique

10/10 for keeping clean

Naoya

If you think this man washes his ass...

Sorry but he’s a little too busy being a misogynist 

Naoya saw the term gooch grease and was like “wow someone gets it!”

-400/10 I’m sick of talking about the ways this man smells like a popped neck pimple

Mahito

Only person that smells worse than Naoya

If Naoya smells like a popped neck pimple, Mahito smells like a literal sewer

He smells like sewage, garbage, rot and decay, melted plastic,etc.

Not only does Mojito’s body stink, his breath stinks, hair stinks, just everything stinks

Jogo and Hanami can’t tell since they don’t have noses but everytime Geto gets a whiff, he dies a little inside

-21982913293237932392379319210391090320323019/10 GET BACK. GET BACK. GET BACK.

Sukuna

Pre-death; he smelled like blood 9 times out of 10 

The other 10% of times he smelled like incense or jasmine but you’d never smell it for long

Post-death; stinky funky and rotten

I’m sorry but 1) he’s a mass murder who literally sits atop a mountain of skulls 2) he’s technically dead and only exists thriugh his fingers

If you think that man smells like anything other than rot and grave wax...

-2/10 be glad he got a higher score than Mahito

Choso

I love Choso with every ounce of my being 

That being said, he smells like a scab

Scabs don’t even have smells but somehow he smells like one 

Alright I’m done slandering him

3/10 because I didn’t have the heart to give him anything lower

Geto(spoilers)

Pre-Gojo angst: Geto was the best smelling sorcerer in the world

He was very meticulous about his grooming routine and showed Gojo how to care for himself w/o the aid of servants

A king of self care and personal grooming 10/10

Post-Gojo angst: Geto really stopped caring about his appearance

He’d keep clean to set a good example for his kids, but he didn’t really see the value of looking decent

Probably says “I refuse to use the technology of monkeys”

Even though Mahito smells worse, Geto does still hang around Mahito and that’s gonna rub off

2/10 take a shower man, sea water doesn’t count as cleaning yourself

Junpei

Junpei smells like dandelions/picked grass and cigarettes

Cigarettes are obviously because his mom smokes them so frequently the smell sticks to him

The dandelions/ picked grass smell is because Junpei spends a lot of time outside 

Out of boredom or a need to keep his negative thoughts at bay, Junpei started picking at the grass

I do think he eventually started weaving flower crowns made of dandelions and strips of grass

6/10 because I feel bad for him

Toji

This man...

As much as I’d like to pretend he smells good, he has a drooling worm hanging off him and  probably owns like one outfit

That being said, he’s not as stinky as Naoya or Mahito (or even Sukuna), because he does clean himself when he has the chance

It’s just that he spends his money so quickly that he kinda forgets sometimes

Although he usually has no problem finding some woman who’d be more than willing to put him up in a hotel room

His smell is musky but it’s not funky

He smells like a guy right before they start to get stinky, it’s a delicate balance

4/10 he’s a lil funky but it kinda feeds his image