#powdery colognes

[theperfumewarehouse]

Velvet Whispers: The Enchanting World of Powdery Scents

Step into a world of enchantment with Velvet Whispers, where powdery scents transport you to a realm of elegance and luxury. Explore our exquisite fragrance collection, and let the magic of scent captivate your senses. Discover the art of indulgence today!

[rookesbane]

perfume moodboard: penhaligon’s the revenge of lady blanche

lady blanche doesn’t like getting her hands dirty. knives to the throat or poison in teacups are not her style. she very much prefers to pull a few strings and whisper secrets into the right ears, all while wielding her deceptive charm. besides, she’s part of the nobility now. if she’s going to exact revenge on her philandering husband, her methods must be fitting of a woman of her stature—with meticulousness and ruthless elegance.

[jlf23tumble]

I still don't get where people derive that Louis smells exactly like baby powder because if one does smell like baby powder, you need to be like, showered by it, how mothers do on powdering their child's bum or body. Couldn't they desceibe it as like clean? Because seeing the state of Louis' clothes, especially the white ones, it's white and clean af, couldn't they say he smells like clean laundry or somethin?

I am too lazy to check timestamps or anything, but I love the idea that Ralph got this ask, wouldn't answer it, so you shopped it--the other option being you just hit a bunch of people with the same ask, and either way? I'm here for it! The obvious answer is because a chunk of his fans love to infantilize him six ways from Sunday (he's a bitchy slappy bratty girl, he's cryin' in his sweaterpaws because Simon or Simon or some other form of Simon is holdin' him back, they just hate that he smokes, and what better way to counter that than to treat him like a neutered scented doll in a box, etc.). But for all we know, maybe it IS his laundry soap, like it has some kind of powdery smell because it reminds him of his nan or his mum? Maybe he's like my best friend, who tries to cloak her love of "smogs" by dousing herself in this gross citrus spray that a) does not smell like citrus and b) does not mask the smell of smogs, and in his case, the spray does that weird powdery thing that some scents do on some skins? But yeah, I call bullshit on Louis Tomlinson somehow consciously thinking, hey, time to douse myself in talc like a fucking baby, mainly because that's ludicrous, but also, does anyone actually use baby powder anymore, you know, because it causes cancer???

[stargirllanaa]

Pretty when you cry

Warnings: NON-CON SMUT, Dark!Rafe, Toxic relationship, Abusive relationship, domestic violence, drug-use, manipulation, lying

Summary: Heavily Based on ‘Pretty when your cry’ by Lana Del Rey, like really heavily, Your relationship with Rafe Cameron is falling apart before you’re eyes.

A/n: First smut 🫣 anyway, request are open so hit my inbox with your darkest ideas! I would definitely recommend listen to Pretty when you cry by Lana Del Rey while reading!! Enjoy <3

Wc: 2k

18+ ONLY MINOR DNI!!

Your friend group had planned a fun night all together; you were all going to stay at the beach till dark and watch the stars. You had been looking forward to it; things had been rocky with Rafe, and you just wanted to get out and enjoy a night with your friends and boyfriend.

As you applied your blush, you were completely lost in thought; images of a few nights ago and your encounter with your boyfriend flashed through your brain.

You tried to focus on your makeup routine, but the bruises that were revealed on your wrist when your sweatshirt sleeve fell were a constant reminder.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” You questioned your boyfriend when you caught him in the bathroom doing a line.

“You said you were done... You said you were quitting.” disappointment filled your voice.

He looked up at you with dilated pupils, trying to wipe away the white powdery residue from under his nose.

“I'm sorry baby… I-” he thought to himself for a minute.

You signed in response.

“I should have known…” you softly said under your breath,

“No… listen…I got into a fight with my dad earlier...This is the last time...” The blonde promised you in a shaky tone.

Your eyes shot to the leftover coke on your bathroom counter; there were about two lines left, you didn't want that shit in your house, and more importantly, you didn't want him doing that shit in your house. So you moved your hand over, ready to wipe it straight onto the floor.

But Rafe saw it coming; he had been analyzing your eyes the whole time. He caught your wrist before it came close to the counter; his grip was tight and rough.

“Come on, baby, don't make this complicated.” your boyfriend threatened as his grip got tighter and tighter.

“Rafe, you're hurting me,” you said as your eyes brimmed with hot tears.

“You’re hurting me, y/n!” he pulled you closer to him; the scent of his cologne was so strong it made you nauseous. “You know I'm going through stuff and… mess up sometimes! And I-”

“You promised me, Rafe!” you cut him off. “You promised you would stop.” tears spilled over, and you smiled, lacking happiness. “But you don't care about that, do you?”

His eyes narrowed at your words, and his grip on your wrist became tighter, causing you to let out a sob.

“You clearly don't give a shit about spending time with me because you're high all the time.” you voiced between sobs. “You don't even give a shit about me…you care about one thing,” you said, voice broken as you used your free hand to point at the two remaining lines on the countertop.

Rafe said nothing, but you could tell you were spot on by how he looked around as his breathing sped up.

He dropped your wrist before leaving the bathroom and the lines he had just fought you over; he made sure to slam the door and stomp down the stairs.

You shivered as you thought about how tight he was holding on to you, but he was high, and people do crazy things under the influence. But the problem was Rafe had been under the influence a lot recently.

And every time he hurt you, it would always go the same way; you guys would argue, usually about his drug problem. He would hurt you, usually to make you shut up. Sometimes were worse than others, but it always ended in you sobbing and him profusely apologizing. He blamed it on the drugs…his dad and you would forgive him. Or he would just leave you there and text you ‘sorry’ later.

You missed the days when the two of you first started dating; everything seemed so simple and sweet… So normal.

You and your boyfriend were going ice skating together; you were excited but nervous. It was your first time, and you didn't want to fall and embarrass yourself.

As you entered the rink, you immediately held onto the railing as you tried to keep your feet in place. They were slipping and sliding everywhere, and the railing was your only hope not to fall and bust your ass.

“Baby,” Rafe said with a slight laugh as he stuck his hand out. “I got you; hold my hand.”

You took his hand, one hand on the railing, one in his. He showed you how to push yourself forward and keep balance, but you were still struggling.

“How do you do that,” you said with a chuckle as if he was a professional ice skater.

“Youre cute,” the blonde said with a smile; the truth was you were the girl he had always dreamed of; you were so naive.

You always hoped he would stop using and times could return to how they were, but part of you knew things would never be how they were; they hadn't been in a long time.

Looking back at the mirror, you realized you had been applying blush to one cheek for about 2 minutes. You needed to finish getting ready. Things would be better tonight, at least you hoped they would be.

When you made it to the beach, Rafe wasn't there yet; that was fine, though he was probably late, traffic or something. You tried your best to focus on your friends, the music, and the alcohol, but as the night went on and the stars came out, Rafe's lack of presence was very noticeable. Your friends and even his friends had asked you where he was, and you just responded with a quiet ‘he’ll be here soon.’ was that true? You didn't know. He wasn't answering texts or calls; you even dm’ed him on Instagram, hoping for a response.

But he didn't show up, he didn't come through… he never did.

And as you looked up at the stars surrounded by friends, all you could think about was when Rafe told you that ‘all the pretty stars had shined for you.’

———-

One of your friends dropped you back home after your night out. Rafe was supposed to take you home with him, but it was apparent why that didn't happen.

As soon as you started taking off your jewelry, your phone started ringing; you looked over at it to see who was calling and quickly picked it up.

“Rafe, are fucking kiddi-” you started.

“Open the door. I'm outside,” he stated before hanging up.

You rolled your eyes at the sound of him ending the call; you were so fucking angry. The two of you were supposed to have fun tonight, not fight. He stood you up. He did this shit all the time, using stupid excuses like, ‘I lost track of time,’ ‘my dad and I got into a fight again,’ and ‘I fell asleep.’ But those excuses could only work so many times.

As you stomped down your stairs to the front door, you took a deep breath; you didn't want things to go left more than they already had, but that didn't stop you from opening the door when your gut told you not to.

Rafe pushed past you, letting himself into your house.

“Baby, I'm sorry I lost track of time.” classic Rafe.

You looked down at your phone, taking in the time, then back at him.

“For 4 hours, Rafe?” You scoffed at his words; how many times would he use that excuse?

“The ‘fight with your dad’ would have worked better this time.” you sarcastically stated as you rolled your eyes.

“Don't be like that.” the blonde spoke as he walked closer to you.

“No, don't tell me how to act! You always do this to me.” your eyes brimmed with tears as you thought about how broken your relationship was.

Rafe brought his hand up to your face, initially causing you to flinch, but he brought it closer to the top of your head and began stroking your hair.

“I'm sorry… stuff's been hard for me with my da-.” he started.

“I can't do this.” you tearfully confessed, trying to pull away from him.

His hand paused in your hair, but he still kept you close.

“What do you mean ‘you can't do this?’” your boyfriend questioned, voice mixed with confusion and anger.

“Rafe, let go of me.” you calmly stated, trying to get away before things got ugly.

The hand stroking your hair was now grabbing a handful of it; he pulled you back slightly, but only enough to make eye contact.

“I need you, y/n,” Rafe said as his eyes narrowed.

“Don't say that-” you stated under your breath, looking down at the floor.

“Don't say I need you?” the blonde asked you as he pulled your hair slightly, forcing you to look back at him.

“You know you're just gonna leave again,” you shouted through tears.

Rafe looked away from you, thinking of what he should do; he needed you; you couldn't leave; you couldn't just decide that you ‘couldn't do this.’. He had to show you how much he needed you.

You gasped as Rafe’s grip on your hair tightened as he started dragging you. The pain coming from your head was so brutal it left you screaming for him to stop. Before you knew it, he pulled you up by your hair and pushed you back onto the couch. You were terrified; when you looked into his eyes, they were darker, just like they were the night he grabbed your wrist, and every time he had ever hurt you before, but you were confused; he usually just slapped and pushed you around. This was a different level; he had never taken it this far.

“Rafe!” was all you screamed out before he cut you off.

“You don't think I need you?” he smirked before pushing your hair back so he could see your whole face. “I need you so bad you don't even understand.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering how hurting you could possibly show that he needed you, but when you saw him start to undo his pants, everything became a lot clearer.

“Rafe..” you trailed off, hoping he wasn't about to do what you thought he was.

“Shhh baby... You’re okay.” the blonde says as he reaches under your skirt.

“No, I can't do this,” you said as you tried to sit up, but your boyfriend immediately pushed you back down.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” He hissed, clearly annoyed by your words; he had already made up his mind; there was no going back now.

And when you felt him inside of you, you couldn't stop the sobs that escaped from the back of your throat, and when you glanced back at him to see him staring directly into your eyes while taking advantage of you, it made your stomach turn.

“Fuck” Rafe said with a moan, “you're so pretty when you cry.”

[eli0004]

Ever wondered where the Veterans would take you on a date?

(Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe)

Erwin smith? Applebee’s💀

lmfao I’m joking, but the way i see it, Erwin strikes me as the goofy, endearingly cringy, single dad type of guy that really believes Applebee’s is the epitome of fine dining. Thankfully, he listens when Levi tells him to have a little class💀

In all seriousness, I think he’d be the type to take you wine tasting, go to see live music performances at local venues, or browsing a cute little craft market on a crisp spring morning.

He’d clean up nice beforehand, probably wear some jeans and a button up shirt, and this man would smell…so…fucking…good😩 like fresh powdery cologne and spearmint gum. You’d get in his car and he’d already have your favorite coffee order in the cupholder waiting for you. Omg i love him

Levi Ackerman? Tea shops, local bakeries, art museums, bookstores, theater.

Levi has a love for the arts, and anything intellectually stimulating. He likes to take his time getting to know the person he’s interested in, so he wouldn’t want to do any kind of activity he couldn’t talk during. It’s a common headcannon among us Levi lovers that he’s an acts of service kind of guy, so you know he’ll be always observing what kind of pastries you order, what kind of tea you like, or your favorite genre of book.

When Levi takes interest in someone, he doesn’t take them for granted. He’s always perusing, always chasing, always loving, so diligently. Gas will never be an issue, this man will drive you across town and back 4 times if you asked him to. He plans dates ahead of time, and always comes prepared, with a wallet full of cash and a tank full of gas, and If he ends the night empty handed, he’ll call it a job well done.

Hange Zoe? Hikes, smoke sesh on the roof, metaphysical shops, farmers markets, picnics, nature walks, the zoo.

Hange is one of those earthly granola people. They’re 100% vegan, grounded to the world around them, and a huge animal lover, so i love the idea that they’ll want to go on a hike to bird watch or pet some moss. Just imagine how cute it would be, you’re both walking around in a stream in the woods, pant legs hiked up around your calves, looking for pretty colored stones for your collection. The sun is peaking through the tree line and you both smell like sweat and sunscreen and earth. Hange finds a turtle or a small frog and catches it to show you🥹 they make me so soft. They’ll also 100% get sunburnt on their nose and cheeks because they can’t ever remember to apply sunscreen there.

Hange is the type to love taking photos of you on dates, and add them to the photo wall in their apartment. If you go to visit, the two of you will pack a bowl and laugh about the memories you have together as you look over the pictures, some kind of cozy music playing in the background.

[chimcess]

Waterlog || pjm (teaser)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Story type: Mini-series Synopsis: After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. A/N: This teaser does not begin at the start of our story, but I thought this particular section was a better representation of what's to come.

Part 1 release date: February 10, 2024 at 6 pm (MST)

No one was around when I left so I did not get to say goodbye, but Jimin yelled that we were leaving. We did not get a response and I wondered if his mother had actually gone to do laundry or take a nap. She looked tired when she left the table. Jimin told me to get into the truck and laughed when I said I could grab my own bags. 

“Your hip might give out, granny.”

Off guard, a strange, loud noise came out of my mouth. He had yet to start up our playful banter and my heart soared. Jimin was a very cheeky man, his tongue sharp, and with a quick snapback time, he was difficult to take down. Our text exchanges were always brief and about work, but he managed to squeeze in at least one teasing comment about my age. He said calling him ‘kiddo’ is what started the whole thing.

“Just get in the truck,” He sighed melodramatically, rolling his eyes.

Huffing, I went across the lawn and got into the unlocked truck on the curb. The interior was just as refurbished as the exterior. The bench was covered in a dark green vinyl, and I could tell the rubber carpet mats were new. It smelled much better in Jimin’s truck. Less like cigarettes and more like the cologne he wore. It was floral, powdery, but with a subtle spice that made it bitter-sweet. It had a nice scent. It suited a man like Jimin whose own spice was buried underneath his pretty visage. 

Watching him jog across the yard, I suppressed a sigh. It was easier to ignore how pretty he was when we were around other people. Now it felt impossible. His clothes stuck to him like a second skin, the black leather pants (which I had only just noticed were leather) making his thighs bulge and accentuating his backside. He was gorgeous and I felt sorry that I would have to keep it to myself. Jimin deserved to be told things like that, but it was not my place to do so. Not as a coach, trainer, or otherwise.

He tossed my things into the cab of the truck as if they weighed nothing. Arms lifted; his shirt rose revealing a delicious patch of skin. Watching him in the rearview mirror, I swallowed audibly. A thin, almost nonexistent patch of hair touched his belly button. Forcing myself to look away, I took a few deep breaths.

This trip was going to be long. Very, very long.

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

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୨୧ Pairing: assassin!soobin x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: crime au/angst/smut

୨୧ Summary: Carrying a hit out on a corrupt politician at the charity event of the year might seem extreme to most women but it's a regular Friday night for you. Things like this should go smoothly, only tonight you're not the only one on the hunt.

Someone's out to get you too. Someone who knows your every move as if they were his own. But can he actually go through with killing you or will feelings from the past cause him to abandon his mission altogether?

୨୧ Word Count: 2.8k

୨୧ Warnings: you're an assassin so, ya know, guns/knives/mentions of assassinations but no actual deaths, fingering, marking, a lil bit of roughness, unprotected sex, for sure praise kink vibes, pet names (baby), and i'm pretty sure that's all.

୨୧ A/N: I'm dedicating this fic to @anyamaris who's honestly the entire reason that I wrote this to begin with. I've never met anyone who cares so deeply about what it is that other people want so here's something that's all about you because you deserve that and so much more. I hope my silly lil angsty assassin low key rom com smut makes you smile 💜

An $11,000 crystal chandelier hangs high above your head, casting a soft copper glow across the dim ballroom. Three others like it are positioned a few feet apart, framing a painting on the ceiling worth more than the four of them combined. No one raises their head to admire the beauty that the mayor’s dirty money went into crafting. They’re too distracted by the action on the floor. Champagne towers, a gorgeous woman singing atop a grand piano, mistresses in tight dresses, and business. Of course, the business. That’s what they’re really here for.

Everyone thinks that last week’s charity ball, full of senators dining with their families and taking photos with less fortunate children, was where the fate of the city was decided. But no, it’s here, in dark corners with men whose faces you’ll never see in the daylight, that corruption thrives and fates are truly decided. It turns your stomach to be here arm in arm with the Chief District Judge, smiling and nodding at every misogynistic comment he makes about the way you look tonight.

He picked it out for you, this curve hugging black dress with a slit high enough to let his mind wander to places you wish it wouldn’t. It makes you wish that he were your target for tonight but, no, instead it’s the senator halfway across the room shaking hands with old friends while his companion gets drunk enough to pretend she’s actually attracted to him. You need to get him alone but the bastard’s never alone. They should’ve just let you snipe him, quick and clean.

Your boss insisted upon something intimate though. Something sure and nothing's surer than confirming a kill with your own two eyes. Studying his movements, you’re caught off guard by a familiar scent. Cologne, powdery with notes of citrus. It brings you back to a time before all of this when you were a petty thief living in your little hole in the wall apartment with—

“Walk away” a passing voice whispers, marrying with the scent of the cologne like two pieces of the same puzzle. “It can’t be” you gasp, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Turning your head, you catch a glimpse of a ghost from your past shifting through the crowd. Soobin. Tall, handsome, and impossible to take your eyes off of. Your palms begin to sweat, making the neck of the champagne glass slippery in your hand.

“What did you say, dear?” the Chief District Judge asks, placing his hand on yours. You smile, innocently sipping your champagne, “If you’ll excuse me a moment, I need to go to the little girl’s room.” “Oh, of course, but hurry back to me. Wouldn’t want another man to snatch you up now, would I?” “You’re so silly,” you giggle, “I’m all yours.” Sitting your glass down, you summon all of your nerves and make your way toward the stairs that lead to the second floor.

Your date’s gaze is burning through your dress, enjoying the way the fabric moves against your body as you advance the stairs. It’d make you want to crawl out of your skin if your attention wasn’t still glued on Soobin. He watches you from the bar and, even at this distance, you catch yourself drowning in the pools of chestnut he calls eyes. It’s been an eternity since you’ve seen him in a suit, long enough that you’d forgotten how elegant he looks in one.

Your brain’s wracked with questions. What’s he doing here? Is he on the same job? Why’s he telling you to walk away? Making a quick left turn, you dip into the bathroom and rush into one of the stalls to gather yourself. You take a deep breath, peeking beneath the other stalls to be sure you don’t have company. All clear. “Just relax, okay? Don’t let him throw you off your game. You will finish this. Pretend he isn’t even here. He doesn’t even exist.”

The bathroom door swings open, and a pair of black laced Prada Oxfords step inside. “Baby?” Soobin sings, locking the door behind him. Staring straight ahead he sees nothing. Only polished marble sinks and spotless mirrors reflecting a motionless row of stalls. “I know you’re in here,” he says, quietly pushing open the door to the nearest stall. Empty. “So why don’t you just come out?” Kicking off your heels, you retrieve the knife tucked into your garter. At the same time, Soobin slips out the gun hidden beneath his suit jacket.

He pushes open the door to the second stall and the auto sensor flushes the toilet, giving you both a miniature heart attack. Soobin laughs, moving on to the next stall, “And what’s behind door number 3?” The door flies open and out you come, the tip of your blade slicing through the arm of his jacket. Soobin spins you off in the direction of the sink but catches you before your lower back hits the edge. 

“Why do you have a knife?” 

“Why do you have a gun?” 

“That’s fair.” 

Kneeing him in the stomach, you wrap your arm around his and struggle to grab hold of the gun. “Stop it!” he demands, gripping you by the back of your dress and tossing you back into the stall you came out of. Regaining your footing, you move to charge back at him but the barrel of his gun’s already aimed at your kneecaps. “Shit,” you mumble, pissed at yourself for not having moved quicker, “What do you want?”

“Walk away” he answers. The same words he whispered to you moments ago, only there’s a nearly undetectable drop of sadness in them now that he has to face you. You still look like the picture of you he keeps in his phone. A few years older, a few more kills to your name, but a dream to behold nonetheless. 

“You know I can’t do that. I have a job to do.”

“So do I but I don’t wanna do it” he begs, the sadness in his voice growing heavier, “Please don’t make me do it.”

He aims the barrel at your chest and he might as well pull the trigger because the pain that penetrates your heart makes you want to fold over. You’d expected that someday someone would be sent to stop you but him? Being assigned to different agencies had done a lot to tear you apart but your love for him never changed. Maybe you’d been foolish to think that he would feel the same. “Me? You took a job to kill me?”

“I had no choice. It’s nothing personal.” “Nothing personal?” you shout, the hurt quickly turning to anger, “Bullshit. So, if I don’t agree to walk away, you pull the trigger, is that right?” Soobin’s shoulders drop, his head turning away from you, “That’s right.” “Then pull the trigger,” you say, stepping forward so that it’s pressed to your chest. Soobin turns back to you, his face twisted in a scowl, “Don’t say that.” Your heart’s racing a mile a minute and the handle of your blade’s clenched so tightly in your fist that it’s creating an imprint on your palm.

You don’t want to die but if you don’t finish this your boss will kill you anyway. “Pull the trigger” you repeat, searching his eyes for any sign of the man who used to hold you on dark nights when the world felt too scary to face. Soobin was once your protector. He wishes that he still could be. He wants to be. Why’d you have to follow him into this world? He left you behind to give you a chance at something normal with someone normal. Why couldn’t you just walk away? Why can’t you now?

“You’re so damn stubborn,” he groans, fighting his body’s urge to become a jittery mess. You crack a teary eyed smile, “You used to love that about me.” It’s ever present in his mind that if he doesn’t do this he’ll have hell to pay. He can’t just let you go. He can’t but...shit, he has to. He lowers his gun, sliding open the magazine and emptying the bullets onto the floor. Nothing in this world could ever make him hurt you. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it up those stairs alive. You, though, are untouchable.

Soobin walks over to the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. What he’s just done is a death sentence. The price on your head has just transferred onto his. It’s only a matter of hours, two or maybe three, before he’s blacklisted. “Soob,” you say, placing your knife down on the sink, “You still care.” He glances at you in the mirror, amazed at how such an intelligent woman can be this clueless. “I never stopped caring. I don’t think I can. I probably won’t stop loving you until—” You take his hand, stroking his fingers, “Stay with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

He gently squeezes your hand, a quiet acknowledgment of your attempt to comfort him. “It’s better for you without me here.” “Just like your note said before” you sigh, pulling your hand back. It’s deja vu. He’s pushing you away like he always has. Last time you fought your hardest to keep him but not this time. “You love me” you scoff, making your way back into the stall to collect your things, “But I’m still not enough for you to stay. Not even when your life depends on it.”

Reaching down to slip one of your heels back on, you feel a set of arms around your waist. They embrace you firmly enough to keep you close and softly enough to communicate that there’s nothing to fear. You turn in time to be kissed with such passion that you forget these are the lips of the man sent to kill you. None of that means anything. You only care that they’re on yours, his hands hungrily gripping at your hips…your thighs…your ass…any part of you he can reach.

There are no fireworks between you. The need that’s built up for you both is too strong to reduce to technicolored sparks in the night sky. This is an atomic bomb. A force strong enough to wreck you and you welcome it with open arms. Soobin can’t steal his mouth away from yours, he’s glued to you. “You’re more than enough” he promises, backing you against the wall, “So much more.” “Then why do you run away?” you ask, tearing his jacket even more as you help him out of it. He lifts your dress, letting his palm skim the lace of your panties. “I’m no good for you.”

Ripping his shirt open, you send buttons clinking to the ground where the bullets lay. You touch his chest and feel his body tense as you tease your way down to his belt. “I never asked you to be good for me. Be bad for me” you whine, squeezing your thighs to get the friction you find yourself growing desperate for. Flipping you around, he slaps your ass just the way you like. You arch your back as his thumb tucks your panties to the side, his middle and pointer fingers pushing into you.

In the quiet of the empty bathroom, all he can hear are your low sweet, moans and the splashing of your juices each time his fingers curl into your core. “You feel so good on my fingers, baby. Just dripping for me” he growls, his other hand coming around your neck to bring you closer to him. Your nails claw at the wall, the feeling of being pressed against it as his fingers fuck deeper into you intense enough to make you want to climb it.

Reaching back, you knot your fingers into his hair, pulling at it each time he hits your sweet spot. “One more” you moan, grinding back against his hand. “One more? You sure you can take it?” You nod, feeling a third finger brush your inner thigh, “I can take it, mmm, oh god.” His third finger slides into you slowly, his wrist rotating to stimulate you from every angle. “That’s it, baby. Take it for me. You like it when I fill you up with my fingers?” “Yes, I…I love it. So good. So—”

The door to the bathroom jiggles and you both freeze completely. At least you do. Soobin’s still except his fingers which remain inside of you, moving at a tortourlsy slow pace. The door jiggles again and there’s the low chattering of a group of women.

“Cut it out. What if they get in?” you whisper, turning to stop him. Soobin smiles down at you, sweeping you into another kiss, “So what if they get in?” Hooking his arms behind your legs, he lifts you off of your feet, the tip of his cock flicking at your clit. Your body shivers, making enough sound to give pause to the women outside. “You’re terrible” you giggle, reaching between you to stroke his length. You lightly trace the head of his cock with your thumb, guiding him closer and closer to your slit.

Soobin lowers his hips, raising them to thrust into you a little at a time until you’re writhing on his cock, too full to know what to do with yourself. Catching you staring up at him, your eyes sparkling like stars, makes the air feel thinner. It’s like he’s somewhere high up, climbing a mountain and losing air the higher he goes but he can’t stop. The way you make him feel, he can’t let go of it. Reaching up to cup his face, you plant kisses on his bare chest, choking back moans. “You’re perfect,” you say, meaning it with all your heart.

Soobin shakes his head, spreading your legs wider, “Not as perfect as you. Never as perfect as you.” The noise outside of the door quiets as the women give up, heading off in search of another bathroom. Soobin wastes no time thrusting into you, gripping your thighs hard enough to mark you. “Fuck, yes, just like that, ah!” Your lids fall closed and maybe Soobin was right, there must be stars in your eyes because they’re all you see in the darkness. “You’re so tight for me. So warm. I want you to cum for me” he whispers, pushing in deeper and holding you there. “Cum for me and don’t hold back.”

Grinding you onto him, he can feel every part of you and you feel every part of him. The twitching of every vein traveling up his length in response to the clenching of your walls. You’re the cutest thing, your body shivering, pillowy tits bouncing, filling the bathroom with incoherent moans. It’s almost as if he has you wrapped around his finger, something like a rubber band, twisted around and around until you’re pushed so far beyond your limits that you’re about to snap. 

“Oh…” is all you get out before you break, grasping at his chest as your senses are overtaken by something too heavenly to fathom. “My little killer” he coos, kissing the last bit of smeared lipstick from your lips, “You’ve always been worth it.” The clock’s ticking on his mission and soon on his life as well. All he wants with whatever precious minutes he has left is to stay in this moment with you but life, as always, has different plans. 

A phone sounds, a wistful ringtone echoing through the bathroom. Opening your eyes, you glance down at the phone peeking out of his jacket pocket. The screen flashes RESTRICTED. “Better get that,” you say, patting him on the arm to let him know it’s okay. Soobin carefully lets your legs down, only reaching for the phone when he’s sure you’re okay. “Hello? Yes. I know, I should’ve reached out sooner. I—” His attention momentarily strays to you gathering bullets from the floor and loading them back into his gun. “Did I handle her? Confirmed. Mission complete.”

Hanging up, he tosses it across the floor and you shoot it. Perfect aim. “They’ll be sending someone to confirm the kill soon,” he says, readjusting his pants to make himself decent, “We should get going.” “We?” you ask, checking to make sure you heard him right. Bundling your things up in his jacket, he approaches you much too happily for such a dire situation. “Yes, we, if you’ll have me.”

You take your heels from him, throwing them back on. “Of course, I will. Just one thing, point another gun at me and I’ll kill you.” Throwing your purse over your shoulder you float over to the bathroom door, still high off of your orgasm, and unlock it. Soobin trails behind you, content to do so for the rest of his life, “Point gun. Die. Noted.”

[cryptixani]

matching perfume/colognes to jjk characters...

a/n: i did a bit of background research but i mostly went off gut feeling, and i'm no professional when it comes to fragrances and i haven't actually smelled any of these in person, so please correct me if i'm wrong about any of them!! i added fragantica links if anyone wants to check them out.

warnings: none.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo

satoru gojo

i dunno why but i always picture gojo to smell kinda soapy?? not in a bad way but just a very clean, fresh, dove bar kinda smell. i can't picture him smelling overly masculine or mature, it just doesn't seem to fit how i view his personality and all that. i don't think he'd go for more juvenile smells either, but definitely something a bit lighter and fresher than heavy, musky colognes.

so for this i've matched him with prada amber pour homme. from what i could find, it has very soapy and clean notes of neroli and citrus as well as a bit of spice to it. it also supposedly smells very expensive and high quality, which i think would also fit as something for gojo to wear given the fact that he's, yk, fucking loaded.

suguru geto

geto has always given me earthy, oud-y vibes. probably the monk getup and that one figure of him with a smoking pipe. i feel like he'd smell of a woodsy, smokey incense with maybe just a teeny bit of playful floral - overall masculine and mature but with a bit of youthful playfulness.

for that, i've decided to match him with oud essentiel by guerlain. it's a unisex perfume that has top notes of agarwood, leather, and saffron. definitely gives vibes of mystery and luxury, it's described as a darker and heavier fragance with a nice bit of smokiness.

kento nanami

i can't help but imagine him with a very nice, simple, classic masculine fragance. i'm not really too much of a nanami girl (i get the appeal tho) but he seems like such a classic guy. musky and leathery scent for sure, with maybe a bit of light woodsiness.

givenchy gentleman feels like a good fit for nanami. from what i've read it's a very classy, masculine cologne. there's top notes of pepper and bergamot that give it a spicy sort of smell as well as a powderiness to it that then fades out after some wear. supposedly it's a very mature, masculine and 'daddy'ish cologne.

choso kamo

choso gives me kinda sweaty vibes. i say this with all my heart as a choso girlie, i think he smells at least a bit BO-y. not because i think he's dirty, but some people just sweat a lot, yk?

i think haute concentration by yves saint laurent. it's a masculine fragance that has some herbal notes that would work well with a BO smell rather than against it (mask the worst of it and enhance the muskiness). it also has citrus and spicy notes, which i think adds a fresher and more comforting touch, and is described as a slightly dated but still enjoyable sort of masculine scent.

[twistiraki]

The Scent of the Twisted Wonderland Boys

🌹Riddle Rosehearts- Riddle's scent is regal and refined, like a bouquet of roses in a castle. His scent is floral and sophisticated, with notes of rose and iris, matching his personality. Favorite Scent- Chloe Eau de Parfum by Chloé (Peony, Litchi, Rose, Amber)

❤️Ace Trappola- Ace's scent is a mix of fresh roses and leather, like a bouquet of roses wrapped in a leather jacket. The scent is both alluring and dangerous, just like Ace himself.

Favorite Scent: Noir de Noir by Tom Ford (rose with leather,wood, and spices)

♠️Deuce Spade- Deuce's scent is crisp and clean, with a hint of earthiness, matching his hardworking and diligent personality. The aroma is fresh and invigorating, with notes of citrus and basil, hinting at his tendency to stay focused and driven despite struggling with some school subjects.

Favorite Scent: Bright Neroli by Ferrari (Rosemary, Lemon, and Neroli)

♣️Trey Clover- Trey's scent is warm and comforting, like freshly baked bread or cookies. The aroma is soft and sweet, matching his laid-back and agreeable personality. The aroma is herbal and woody, with notes of lavender and cedarwood, hinting at his calming influence and ability to think things through.

Favorite Scent: By the Fireplace by Maison Martin Margiela (chestnut, vanilla, and wood)

♦️Cater Diamond- Cater's scent is sweet and playful, with a hint of fruitiness and a touch of floral notes, matching his peppy and outgoing personality. The aroma is refreshing and energetic, with notes of grapefruit and peony, hinting at his love for socializing and keeping up with the latest trends. 

Favorite Scent: Carnal Flower by Frederic Malle (coconut, ylang-ylang, and musk)

🦁Leona Kingscholar- Leona's scent is musky and animalistic, with hints of leather and woods. The aroma is primal and fierce, matching Leona's powerful personality.

Favorite Scent: Baccarat Rouge 540 by Maison Francis Kurkdjian (Saffron, Jasmine and Amberwood)

🍩Ruggie Bucchi- Ruggie's scent is fresh and earthy, like newly cut grass and damp soil. The aroma is comforting and grounding, reflecting Ruggie's steadfast personality.

Favorite Scent: Wood Sage & Sea Salt by Jo Malone London (sea salt and wood)

🐺Jack Howl- Jack's scent is spicy and woody, with a hint of bitterness, matching his rough and tough exterior. The aroma is complex and unpredictable, with notes of black pepper and vetiver, hinting at his reluctance to form close relationships with others despite respecting the hierarchy.

Favorite Scent: Opium Pour Homme by Yves Saint Laurent (Bourbon Vanilla, Tolu Balsam and Atlas Cedar)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto- Azul's scent is luxurious and refined, like an upscale department store. The aroma is a rich blend of expensive cologne, leather handbags, and polished wood, reflecting Azul's sophisticated personality.

Favorite Scent:  Gucci Guilty Absolute by Gucci (oud, rosewood, and Cypress)

👟Floyd Leech- Floyd's scent is unpredictable and complex, like the ocean's currents. The aroma is salty and spicy, with notes of seaweed and black pepper, matching Floyd's moody and unpredictable personality. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next.

Favorite Scent: Oud Minérale by Tom Ford (sea salt, seaweed, and pink peppercorn)

🍄Jade Leech- Jade's scent is delicate and floral, with a hint of underlying deceptiveness. The aroma is soft and powdery, with notes of lavender and Rosemary, matching Jade's gentle and courteous demeanor, but also hinting at his cunning and manipulative tendencies.

Favorite Scent: Acqua di Giò Profumo by Giorgio Armani ( Bergamot, Rosemary, Patchouli)

🦦Kalim Al-Asim- Kalim's scent is exotic and spicy, with hints of incense and sweets. The aroma is warm and inviting, matching Kalim's lively personality.

Favorite Scent: Angels' Share by By Kilian  (Cinnamon, Tonka Bean and Praline)

🐍Jamil Viper- Jamil's scent is smoky and seductive, like a late arabian night. The aroma is spicy and musky, with notes of tobacco and amber, matching Jamil's suave and sophisticated personality.

Favorite Scent: A*Men Pure Havane by Mugler (Honey, Cacao and Tabacco)

🪞Vil Schoenheit- Vil's scent is captivating and alluring, with a hint of sophistication, matching his pursuit of beauty and elegance. The aroma is floral and musky, with notes of rose and sandalwood, hinting at his desire to be the most beautiful person in the room.

Favorite Scent: Hypnotic Poison by Dior (Vanilla, Almond and Musk)

🏹Rook Hunt- Rook's scent is earthly and mysterious, with a hint of sweetness, matching his dark and enigmatic personality. The aroma is woody and musky, with notes of sandalwood and amber, hinting at his tendency to keep to himself and his past that he tries to hide.

Favorite Scent: Royal Oud by Creed (Sandalwood, Agarwood and Musk)

🍎Epel Felmier- Epel's scent is playful and mischievous, with a hint of sweetness, matching his fun-loving and impulsive personality. The aroma is fruity and floral, with notes of raspberry and jasmine, hinting at his desire to enjoy life and have fun, even if it means breaking the rules. A suggested matching perfume for Epel's scent could be Viktor & Rolf's Flowerbomb, which features notes of jasmine, rose, and patchouli.

Favorite Scent: Aventus by Creed ( Apple, Vanille and Oak)

💀Idia Shroud- Idia's scent is mysterious and dark, like old books and dusty tomes. The aroma is complex and intriguing, with notes of patchouli and lavender, matching Idia's shy but proud personality.

Favorite Scent: Santos de Cartier by Cartier (Pepper, Nutmeg, and Geranium

🤖Ortho Shroud- Ortho's scent is metallic and crisp, like freshly cut wires and circuit boards. The aroma represents Ortho's technical expertise and his robot-like appearance. It's a clean scent, with notes of ozone and steel. The aroma is a little clinical and precise, matching Ortho's analytical personality.

Favorite Scent: Versace Man Eau Fraiche by Versace (Saffron, Amber and Sycamore)

🐉Malleus Draconia- Malleus's scent is fiery and intense, like dragon's breath and volcanic ash. The aroma is smoky and spicy, with notes of cinnamon and chili pepper, matching Malleus's dragon-like appearance.

Favorite Scent: Chergui by Serge Lutens (honey, tobacco, and spices)

🦇Lilia Vanrouge- Lilia Vanrouge: Lilia's scent is warm and comforting, with a hint of playfulness, matching his easygoing and friendly personality. The aroma is woody and spicy, with notes of sandalwood and ginger, hinting at his teasing nature and mischievous tendencies.

Favorite Scent: Jazz Club by Maison Martin Margiela (tobacco, vanilla, and cedarwood)

💤Silver- Silver's scent is clean and crisp, with a hint of freshness and a touch of sweetness, matching his serious and reserved personality. The aroma is citrusy and aromatic, with notes of bergamot and lavender, hinting at his diligence and devotion to his training as a knight. 

Favorite Scent: New York for Gentlemen by Brooks Brothers (Cumin, oak moss and vetiver)

⚡Sebek Zigvolt- Sebek's scent is intense and fiery, with a hint of spice and a touch of sweetness, matching his loud, hot-blooded, and prideful personality. The aroma is spicy and woody, with notes of cardamom and amber, hinting at his honesty and blunt nature.

Favorite Scent: Noir Extreme by Tom Ford (cardamom, amber, and vanilla)

[nanamimizz]

tags: gen reader, fluff, food mention, alcohol mention, cigarettes mention, kishibe thinks you’re the cutest thing and then some

valentine’s with kishibe….oh….

you made him chocolates, making them the night before and you almost throw them out 3 times but you concede in the end. handing the box over with shaky hands, his face remains stone cold but you fail to notice the sparkle in his eyes. his throws his cigarette onto the ground, stamping it under his boot and asks -

“these for me?” you nod and he can’t help but think how…cute you are. you’re playing with your tie and his fingers rub at the silk of the red ribbon tied around the white box you handed to him. he can’t help but think if your warmed cheeks would be as soft as the material. he even notes the neat way you wrote the characters for his name.

“y-yeah…i hope it’s not too forward or um…childish for you - i just thought it’d be nice.” he hums, opening the box with ease; even pocketing the red ribbon, tucking it carefully into the pocket of his coat right next to his flask. he pops one into his mouth, they are darker and smell stronger than usual store bought chocolate that smells powdery. they are in a simple round shape and he blinks at it smoothly melts onto his tongue.

sweet and then bitter - he likes it.

he’s never been a big fan of sweets but when he looks at the hopeful look on your face he thinks his palate might be taking a turn for everything sugary and nice.

“these are pretty good. thank you.” he drawls, rubbing his tongue onto the roof of his mouth, chasing the tails of the sweet-bitter taste he finds quite nice. you smile, so brightly it feels like he watched the sunrise.

“thank you! i didn’t think you’d be the biggest fan of sweets so i add more cocoa powder to make them like dark chocolate.” you explain, chittering brightly and he cocks his head, taking in your features. shining eyes and full cheeks, a bright smile and a kind disposition. he’s gotten quite lucky, making you his - he’s thinking about what he should do for you on white day. he looks at you from the corner of his eye before he leans in closer.

you pause, eyes widen now that he’s so close. he smells like cigarettes and his cologne - something dark and musky it makes you shiver. when he speaks you can smell the chocolate on his mouth still and it makes you swallow from his proximity.

“white day’s a month away right? find someone you like by then, i’ll buy it for you.” is all he says, iron eyes taking in your flustered state before smirking, the scar on his cheek tugging upward and you feel heartbeat race in your ribcage up to your cheek. you nod, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.

[lovesickbrat]

Faunlet perfume recs? 🍓

the oh unisex fragrance for a reason its such an easy reach and despite it being a citrus fragrance its very complex, long lasting and has a great sillage a staple in anyones collection

yes its 100 year old fragrance but its also noted to be James Deans favorite cologne! its masculine but not pvert in your face masculine instead its soft gentle classic masculinity much like Dean himself!

reminds me of elio (cmbyn) and tadzio (death in venice) its not v citrussy to me its more oceanic it reminds me of an italian vacation on the countryside

clean reserve warm cotton is so fresh and cozy its the equivalent of a well worn cotton t shirt its surprisingly complex and also is decent with layering!

suede pony is for those who are badlands cowboys instead of soft boys. its like a sweet young cowboy whos on the run bc hes been accused of murder. its soft and rich and powdery like his suede leather jacket has been worn so long the scent of it is permanently etched into his skin…the violet undercurrent comes from the soap his mother used to wash it before he left and its a hint of muskiness from they hay and the horse thats not unpleasant. this is probably my fav of all the recommendations lol

tantrum is rlly sharp and green like rolling in fresh cut grass this isnt rlly for ppl who dont like green smells it can be too much for some ppl but for others its rlly nostalgic.

a yummy photorealistic tangerine smell perfect for spring/summer its rlly bright and juicy and lasts a good amount of time for a fruity citrus fragrance

more minty than citrus this is inexpensive and a rlly easy reach ive recommended this on tiktok and a mutal got it and loved it!

a classic to some and dated to others i love blue jeans yes its aromatic but its also got a hint of sweetness thats rlly easy to wear and its very inexpensive at $20-$25

theee slutty fragrance its sweet and coconutty its the playboy equivalent of light blue italian love the bottle is gorge and not only does it last a long time but its POTENT

[siempre-bucky]

canceled flights and beignets

Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Reader

Summary: His flight to spend Christmas in New Orleans gets canceled and you pick up the pieces with his favorite pastry.

wc: 761

a/n: a lil Christmas blurb I was supposed to have before Christmas :')

“All flights have been canceled due to the unexpected snowstorm.” 

Javy’s jaw clenched tightly, his brows furrowing angrily at the stout German man in the forest green suit who spoke from behind the anchor's desk. He’d already been on the phone with his mother to give her the bad news, his right ear still ringing from the frantic French yelling from the other end of the phone. 

He tied the arms of his flight suit around his waist and picked up his duffle from the cement ground. Three days till Christmas and here he was, stuck in a small town in Germany for his latest detachment. Hangman got lucky and managed to escape the storm getting out a day early—if only he were that lucky. 

The frown on his plump lips slid further and further down his face. Everything started to irritate him, from the cramped little car that didn’t fit his long legs to the snow that covered the ground. All he wanted to do was be in New Orleans, surrounded by his mother's peppermint beignets and his father's endless playlist of carols and him trying to translate in Portuguese on the spot to the kids. Ever since the announcement, he felt lonely. Christmas wasn’t going to feel the same this year. 

Snow fell off his boots as he climbed up the stairs of the apartment the government managed to house him in. The bags were packed, sitting in the doorway when he left that morning but when he opened the door they were nowhere in sight. 

His brown eyes scanned the dark apartment, the space dimly lit by the colorful lights you insisted on hanging up. He sniffed, the aromatic smell instantly warming his heart. “Cheri,” he spoke, lazily letting his duffle bag slip off his shoulder. 

There was no response, just soft Christmas music coming from the kitchen. Javy hummed to himself and quietly crossed the room, a warm smile spreading across his lips as your humming mixed with the vocals. 

Your back was turned to your husband, figurative elbows in a crimson red mixing bowl, swaying along to the old Christmas music playing from the speaker. Javy stepped further into the doorway, able to lean on the wooden beam and take in your figure dotted with colorful light coming from the Christmas lights above. 

He sniffed and his heart instantly clenched. Javy knew that smell coming from your workspace, instantly being transported to a small kitchen full of people running around, a mix of languages reverberating off the walls. "Mon cheri," he whispered, suddenly not trusting his voice. 

With a small gasp, you turned and smiled lovingly. "Welcome home," you sighed dreamily, meeting him in the middle for a tight hug. 

Javy's deep brown eyes were trained on the bowl before shifting to the powdery, golden brown beignets on a ceramic Christmas platter. His arms tightened around you, fingertips pressing into the small of your back. "When did you make these?" 

You smiled against the fabric of his black t-shirt, inhaling the scent of his cologne. "As soon as I saw the news. Got the recipe from your mom," you answered kindly, lovingly scratching his shoulder blades. He pulled away to press his lips to the side of your head and reached behind to grab one of the warm pastries. 

Still warm to the touch, he brought it to his lips cautiously with his eyes lingering low. But as soon as the beignet touched his taste buds, watery brown eyes flashed upward. He spoke your name with beautiful softness, ready to break at any moment. You reached forward and cupped his face, thumb swiping away the powdered sugar. “They taste like hers—like home.” 

You exhaled deeply in relief, “Good,” was the only thing able to escape your lips before Javy covered them with his own. “Was hoping they’d soothe the soul a little.” 

He chuckled and picked up the plate before wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you towards the living room. “Consider me soothed, meu amor.” 

You knew in an hour he’d put his head in your lap, wondering what his family was doing at that moment to prepare for the Christmas celebration. He’d turn into you and nuzzle his face into your stomach, arms wrapped around you to keep you there to comfort him as his heart ached for a New Orleans Christmas. But you’d be there to soothe him again with spoken memories from his home, food as close to his mother's as you could get, and all the affection he desired.

[vanguard-if]

hi here’s a shitpost here’s what i think my characters smell like except it’s weirdly specific

Emilio: new books and cologne

Nia: flowery perfume and box birthday cake mix

Vera: extinguished birthday candles and cedar

Charles: rubbing alcohol and nylon gloves (powdery kind)

Vio: back of ps4 heat and baby wipes

Kiera: mint but the eye burning five gum kind

Cirrus: apple pie but like a little bit burnt

[sgt-morgan]

Sight Unseen 💤

Summary: Matt pulls a late night and comes home to his perfect little family. Life is good. Part of the Robin verse.

Warnings: none. This is short and sweet, sappy fluff.

A/N: Matt is a good dad. Robin is the sweetest. Daddevil strikes again.

Daredevil Masterlist

Matt imagines that this is the cutest sight in the world. His pregnant wife and baby girl curled up in his bed. He has half a mind to take a picture, even though he won’t be able to stare at it. Instead he enjoys the serenity of the moment and tries to conjure an image in his mind of just exactly how sweet this sight must be with the senses that he has while he takes off his suit.

Earlier in the evening he had received your text about the bed already being full and he had laughed.

Robin 🦇🖤💍😍: Careful when you come to lay down tonight devil boy, your little battlin’ Jackie has taken over the bed, and I’m as big as a whale. If you decide to sleep on the couch to avoid a foot to the ribs lmk. Stay safe Bman, love you.

Now when faced with the reality of it his insides turned to mush.

He can smell the sleep in the air, both of his girls smell of it for certain. He takes several deep breaths to better get the picture. Jackie smells like that baby sweat all children get while napping, he can practically taste the salt of it on the air, children run hot when they sleep and his little girl is no exception. He imagines her hair is slightly damp with it, plastering her soft baby curls to her forehead. She also smells like her soap, the sweet smell of no tears shampoo, you must have given her a bath before bed. Next is the new lotion you bought for her, it smells like lavender and camomile, some kind of baby calm stuff, it’s pleasant and certainly does the job, the comforting smell of it allows his shoulders to relax. You always joke that those scents were more for the parents benefit than the baby’s, and he suspects you’re on to something. She also faintly smells of the both of you, she must have been sleeping in here the whole time. She had her own room, but some nights you both just needed the comfort of one another while he was out. It made his heart ache to think that you both would be so sad as to miss him, but when he’s around you always reassure him that it’s fine. He chooses to believe you, but he knows better.

Then there’s you, he can smell your sweat as well, telling him you’ve also been asleep for a while now. He also smells your deodorant, something soft and powdery, he thinks you noticed when he didn’t like the smell of your last one, you said every time you uncapped it he got a ‘smelly cat face.’ Whatever that means. He’s grateful for the change that you so readily made for his comfort, it was thoughtful. He smells his soap on your skin as well. It’s a habit of yours to use his toiletries when you miss him, he must be working too much lately, he makes a mental note to text foggy he’s taking an impromptu day off tomorrow, he wouldn’t mind. You also smell like the sensitive baby laundry detergent you’d begun to use, but it was masked heavily by his cologne, telling him you were wearing his shirt to sleep in. It was also spattered a bit with the smell of Jackie’s children’s toothpaste, so he knows it’s been a playful and eventful evening full of bath times and giggles. He’s sad he missed it.

Then he listens to the sounds around him. Two sets of breaths were slow and deep, three heart beats slow and steady, perfectly in sync. It further drives home the thought of Jackie curling up in your bed from the beginning. The sounds of your tiny matching snores makes him smile, you’re both sleeping good, peaceful and totally relaxed. Good, you deserved the rest. You had been struggling to sleep comfortably the further you’d gotten into your pregnancy, but tonight you seemed to be settled. There’s soft music playing, the sound of a lullaby album you played for Jackie when she was born, she must have been fighting sleep at first, asking you to sing her her lullabies. He also heard a faint breeze from a cracked window, it did feel a bit warm in here. He strains his ears, and he bets the air conditioning unit is broken again, he’d call the landlord about it in the morning. While straining his ears for the air con, he also picks up a faint rasp in his daughters breathing, oh no, she must be getting sick, he reaches out to feel her temperature and- oh, no, not sick, crying. She had been crying. Ah, now this little sleeping arrangement made sense. Jackie was sleeping on his pillow, there were wet spots where her tears had fallen onto it. He ghosts his fingers down her arms, and he finds the feeling of soft fuzz, she’s gripping her Batman teddy. A Christmas gift that matched her PJs, the teddy was affectionately known as her ‘daddy teddy.’ She was crying over him he realized with a deep sigh, he’d have to make it up to her tomorrow. In the mean time, he stripped off her footie pjs so she was just in her undershirt, Robin often said he was like a space heater, and as the little girl was already fairly warm, he didn’t want to risk her over heating. You and Jackie had been laying on your sides, foreheads pressed together. The thought of it was so endearing it physically made his heart hurt, and he rubbed his hand across his chest to release the ache. Once he got his daughter ready, he climbed into bed and settled her between you, her little back pressed to his chest. He ran a hand over your side, and let out a soundless chuckle when baby number two pressed a foot back into his palm, causing you to grumble and snuggle down further into your pillow in an attempt to get comfortable again. You always complained that all of his babies were daddy’s girls, and in moments like these he suspects you’re right. He smooths a hand over your hair, pushing the strands out of your face and caressing your cheek, you sigh contentedly and he beams. All of his girls loved him, the evidence of it was right here, and it made his chest swell with pride.

So maybe he couldn’t see his perfect little family, couldn’t see the way that Jackie was a perfect little carbon copy of his Robin, couldn’t see that you were sleeping in his ‘daddevil’ T-shirt, couldn’t see the picture of him on the nightstand you had strategically turned towards the bed so you and your daughter could see it, couldn’t see the crayon drawing Jackie made of her daddy in his suit, or the sonogram you’d received today of baby number three, but he could hear your heartbeats as they synced with his own, the evidence of your love made plain in all your little habits, and that was enough for him.

[disfrutalakia]

prompt: nightmare

The taste of blood woke up Bad to white flouring and closed off windows. Squinting his eyes, he notices it isn't just drawn up curtains, rock obscured the windows in the oval office, questions popped in his head as he stood up in the presidential office, red(or blue?) dripping slowly over his left eye.

Bad almost questioned the air, maybe the ghosts, but he felt none nearby, on what was happening before hearing the familiar sound of an elevator filled the room.

"There you are Bad! we are gonna get late, and you wouldn't want to ruin this more than perfect day!"

Bad blinked at the figure, horror dawning at the stretched smile in the familiar face.

"What"

"C'mon! Let's go." 4ever strided over, and with one movement put Bad upstraight position, he wobbled, but the blond arms maintained his position.

Bad's breath caught as 4ever took his hand, sensation cold and powdery not the familiar warmth that he extended all around him like a star.

He was tugged to the elevator and down, suddenly free falling into the darkness instead of finding ground the close seconds of teleportation would leave him without ground.

4ever still held to him, cold fingers almost a parody of its own that made Bad want to tear away from him.

And then, ground found its way to his feet, hitting knees hard enough to make him wobble *again*, but again, cold and powdery arms held him.

Enough that Bad could smell the explosives and spider eye left-over in the president.

"Opa, clumsy on our big day? Don't worry, I got you."

"What day?"

Bad tried to take a step back, but his legs were almost tied, looking down, puffy gown big as it could flowing down instead of his normal hood, even if his head was still hidden, the gradient of black to pure white made him want to tear it all with dull claws in his hands.

"Our wedding day silly!"

Bad's breath caught looking up at the manic expression on his president, hair caught in a halo instead of the braided style he preferred so much.

Before he could say anything, 4ever made them move, twirl in a dance, valsa? Bad has to focus on his movements to not just fall or be dragged around by the blond hands, which had an iron force hold on him.

"But, you called it off, remember?"

"As if I could silly! As if I could let you go, meu bem."

Bad beared his fangs, growl not silenced between the loud cheerful music.

"You KNOW I'm not gonna say yes, stop with this... craziness."

The smile twisting from just manic reaction to almost genuine as 4ever snuggled against his neck.

"It's okay... I'm also scared, but it is the most perfect day on the island! We will be fine, perfect even, together."

His head was spinning with the strong smell of explosions and cologne from the suit and hair clinging to him like meatheads. But bad had enough strength to push the man off him, looking at 4ever fall brought temporary relief like water to a dying desert man.

Bad couldn’t even smile as 4ever looked him, and suddenly there was no gown or suit or brightly venue around them.

"What's the matter docinho? It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Stay away from me! I'll never say yes!"

4ever blinked at him as bad took more steps back, breath too quick, he needed to calm down-

"Oooo. But it doesn't matter if you don't say anything!"

Bad wanted to scream as slowly the president rose up, calm smile, not manic, not forced, graced his tired face.

"We'll be together either way! So save up your breath, só vou roubar ele depois, ok?"

Bad was ready to turn and run even if he felt like swimming in fucking honey, but he could only stumble and fall into soft covers behind him, and soon 4ever joined as the most unwated blanket ever.

The smothering made him want to scream, but hands reaching to his face made him gasp and fight back against not listening limbs, more now that their heads were perfectly aligned and 4ever was dipping down-.

With abruptness of falling down, Bad sat up, scream to stop it caught in his throat, and most horrific of it all

The tightness of his heart, against stopping such swarming feeling against all of him.

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GOOD NEWS TUMBLR DIDN'T EAT IT THIS TIME

Even better news, this is so fucking good!!! 4halo horror movie wedding my beloved, there is so much cool stuff to be done with it and it being a nightmare is so cool

I love the approach you toom of it being so clearly a nightmare but also feeling real in a way. So good