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First Kiss

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When Jensen agreed to go out to dinner with Misha, he wrongly assumed that Misha was a normal person. Despite everything Jensen’s seen of Misha - from the bizarre sweaters to the poetry written on napkins and then promptly thrown into the trash at the end of lunch some days - since he met him a couple months ago, he for some reason believed Misha would pick a regular restaurant for them to go out to eat.

As soon as they walked in though, Jensen thought, of course, and wondered how he could’ve ever believed Misha would take him somewhere that doesn’t have succulents planted directly into the bar counter.

“So, uh, have you been here before?” Jensen asks as they sit in clear plastic chairs across from each other.

“Nope,” Misha answers easily. “I’ve been meaning to try it.” He starts to open the menu in front of him but then closes it without even looking at it. He folds his arms over the table and looks intently at Jensen. “You’re more of a steak and potatoes guy, aren’t you?”

Jensen huffs a laugh and doesn’t look up from his menu. So far, he hasn’t recognized a single fucking dish on here. “That’s an easy assumption, I took you to a steakhouse last week.”

“And I enjoyed it immensely.”

Jensen lifts his eyes just enough to see Misha smiling at him. His own smile makes its way to his face as he turns his attention back to the menu. He doesn’t really know what he and Misha are doing exactly. They keep…asking each other out, he supposes. They’re building a friendship, but it’s not going the same way as Jensen’s other friendships. He’s used to sitting next to each other drinking beer at a bar, playing video games at home in the middle of an afternoon - not smiling at each other across the table at a fancy New Age restaurant.

As Jensen is deep in thought and not actually reading anything on the menu, the server comes up and greets them. She asks for their drink order, and Misha snatches the menu right out of Jensen’s hands.

Jensen blinks up at Misha, confused, then watches as he hands both closed menus to the server and says, “We’ll have the three least ordered items on the menu. And bring us whatever the bartender’s favorite drink is.”

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HCs on how the SDC smell?

wtf!! this is rlly cute!!! im Gay

- Jotaro doesn’t have any exceedingly obvious scent to him, even when you’re right next to him. He doesn’t use cologne or anything of the sort. But every once in a while, you can catch the sort of plastic-y, artificial smell from his jacket and hat.

- Joseph smells crisply of spices, thanks to his cologne. Cinnamon always seems to be the scent you pick out over the rest. Beyond that, his hair - though thin - always smells like he’s just gotten out of the shower. There’s the barest hint of a pleasant smokiness to his cologne as well, and you always end up hugging him for just a bit too long to catch another waft of his scent before you pull away.

- Everything about Avdol makes you feel warm and secure, and this includes his scent when you bury your face into his chest. You can’t quite decipher exactly what it is, but it’s nice. If anything you would compare it to a very subtle fall candle, a mixture of cloves and fallen leaves. There’s also the slightest hint of dust, picked up from years of walking the streets of Egypt.

- For Polnareff, it depends on where your face is. If you’re hugging him normally and you’re up near his head, you can smell shampoo and clean hair, so fresh and soft that the scent alone makes you want to run your fingers through his hair. If the two of you are in bed or laying down somewhere, you can catch the mild mist of French cologne that he somehow always has time to spritz on, no matter the occasion. It’s slightly musky, but overall cold and crisp, and makes you think of a winter forest.

- Kakyoin smells almost entirely of clean linen. Fresh and folded, right out of the dryer. It’s extremely mild, but every time you get close enough to him you can pick it up. Sometimes you get the mental image of Kakyoin doing his laundry, or batting the dust out of rugs hanging up over the clothesline. You don’t realize that you’ve got a big, goofy smile on your face until he asks you, “What’s so funny?”

- Iggy, unsurprisingly, smells like a Dog. But it’s that kind-of-gross, kind-of-sweet smell that just makes you snort out a laugh. You ignore it in favor of lying down with Iggy curled against you wherever he pleases, though he usually ends up laying over your face. Long story short, you’re used to this yucky dog smell. You love him anyway. (However, his breath makes you want to punt him as far away as possible. Dark roasted coffee beans and dog breath; it’s not a good combination.)

When light meets darkness...

OK, the load of Reylo canonness that shoot our heads off this week (Rian, I love you, really) finally pushed me to write their first night together. You already know the first part of the story…it is set up in Thea, aka @kylorenvevo‘s Landscape with a blur of conquerors, a space opera of galactic proportions. I want to thank her again a million times for her support and the great heads up she gave me : you are a most generous soul. ♥♥♥

For the sake of coherence, I am putting the first part again here. 

The rest is after the cut, with a massive NSFW warning! 

The wedding day has arrived.

Rey appears in the doorway of the massive celebration hall, where she is to take Kylo for husband. For husband. Kriff. Thousands of eyes suddenly turn back at her. She has never felt so nervous. She holds her father’s arm a little too tight. But her minds is elsewhere…it drifts back to the day before, when she and Kylo fought bitterly. The past weeks had been a torment. She had lost her temper and felt guilty after spatting dark words at him; words she didn’t mean. Even is he had been such a jackass to her, she had hurt him, and deeply ; she knew it, by the way he had tried to approach her then, shaking and livid, words dying on his tongue before he could formulate them. He had cast her a sad and almost desperate glance before retreating in his quarters like a wounded animal…

Suddenly, she drifts out of her daydreaming to look at Kylo who is standing before her. She hates to admit it, but he looks as Royal as ever, with his dark hair, piercing brown eyes and pink regal lips.

At her sight, Kylo swallows heavily. So much beauty slightly hidden under that long, embroidered veil, he thinks. Their gaze meet. On his pale face, she reads a mixture of awe, but also, carefully hidden behind his mask, pain. He stands, looking as proud and self-confident as he could ever be, before the thousands of people that are gathered at the ceremony. He knows how to hide his feelings from everyone. Except her. His force signature is transparent and through the force, she feels his utter sadness. She could think it serves him well, after all he has done to her, but the weirdest part is that she doesn’t. She would have preferred not to be the reason of that pain. It means only one thing…he cares. And she doesn’t know how to deal with this insane truth.

Her father passes her arm to him. He takes it and she settles herself next to him in silence, not daring to look at him anymore. Both of them vaguely listen to the priest’s word, his eyes sometimes wandering over her, trying to catch her gaze again.

For protocol, she knows Kylo has to kiss her. As they exchange their rings, he doesn’t let her hand go, and keeps it in his. He lowers his gaze towards her and it is so intense, it almost hurts ; she cannot take her eyes of him. He carefully lifts the veil and then, ignoring all kind of protocol, he places his strong, warm hands on both sides of her face and takes her mouth. She shivers. All his secret passion pours into her through the force at once…but there is something more, something unexpected, that he is begging though his kiss: forgiveness. His lips are so soft and pouchy, it wakes up something feral and unknown in Rey’s spine. She opens her eyes slightly, meeting his gaze again. They both look each other, and she lost for anything to say.

At night, the celebration and ceremony is over. It had been made pretty clear by everyone that they should share a bridal room together, because of, you know, customs. Rey is without her ladies. She is alone with Kylo, who enters  the room and without a word, sits on the huge sofa, as if determined to no walk into her personal space. He looks at her from behind his piercing, dark eyes.

Rey tries to ignore him, and goes strait to the bathroom to change. Better get into that bed and not move for the rest of the night. Nevertheless, after a first attempt, she encounters a slight problem. Her dress is way too tight and she cannot undo it herself. Her throat is dry at the sheer though of what this means. Gathering her strength, she goes back into the room.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…” she says in a weaker voice than she would have wanted, pointing a finger at her back.

Kylo, who, she instantly remarked, had terrible timing and already had discarded his coat and was left only with his silk shirt which showed just a little too much of his broad, muscular figure, only managed to say is “oh”…before standing up and slowly walking towards her. Acting on instinct, she turns over and put a hand on the wall before her, offering her back.

If Kylo had taken off his coat, he hadn’t taken off his beloved gloves. With a instant of hesitation, he bites one with his mouth, and takes the other one off, throwing them both on the floor.  He then looks at her back, and let out of low growl. He wants to protest about how in heaven women wear such complex garnement, but finally decides against it. In silence, he starts unfastening the laces of her very-well adjusted corset, which slowly reveal her naked creamy skin.

How am I he supposed to do this? he thinks to himself. He is a man, after all. She is now his wife, Force sake. Temptation creeps under his skin.

Without a word, he gently put his fingers on her bare, soft skin. She shivered and tenses.

The feeling sent like an electric current through Kylo’s whole spine.

That’s where he looses it. And hell breaks loose.

Slowly, he approaches her from behind, his lips finding her neck and brushing it, laying a soft, delicate kiss. She let out a small gasp. Her whole body tenses. How dare he?

But the feeling is so intense. His lips are hot and humid, betraying his most secret need. She closes her eyes, not daring to move. Kylo softly brushes more of her neck and rises to kiss her ear. Rey’s pulse is racing, her lungs searching for air, eyes still shut. Is that pleasure she is feeling? How in heaven can this man, of all men in the galaxy, achieve such a thing?

Sensing her inner conflict, Kylo whispers in her ear : “One word from you… and ever will I touch you again” He means it. If she rejects him now, he swears to himself he will never be so foolish again. He has his pride, after all.

An internal war is raging in Rey’s mind. Her head wants to turn around and slap him. But Oh! her whole body doesn’t want him to stop. She breathes heavily but says nothing.

His kisses get more passionate as he feels completely intoxicated by her. He looses himself in her scent, and wouldn’t have noticed even if Snoke himself  entered the room. He licks her neck, and lays his hands on her shoulders, caressing her arms from top to bottom. There is a small hot spot down in Rey’s body that wakes up from an unknown place, something she knows she has never felt in this fashion. Desire.

Suddenly, with a flick of his hand, her dress drops to the floor, revealing her body. On instinct, Rey covers her chest. He caresses her back, but she slowly turns around, her cheeks redden by both her own prudishness and desire. She looks down, too ashamed to look at him. He places a finger under her jaw and delicately lifts it up. Brown eyes meet hazel. His eyes are dark, almost feral. She stares at him and what lays simmering behind them. Lust.

Their gaze devour each other in silence. There is no need for words. Kylo approaches his lips to kiss her but she draws back, as if suddenly scared, only for her back to meet the wall behind her. He moves towards her, and pins her on the wall between his two way too strong arms, and his face is dangerously close to hers.

“I want you, I need you” he says with blatant honesty, in a low, rash voice…before whispering in her ear, in an oddly familiar fashion “Don’t be afraid”.

She almost can’t believe what she is hearing. But through the force, she feels him, his need, his lust…and also, deep down, his caring for her. And she knows he feels the same from her. There is no lie. Through the force, they are one.

Her eyes moves from his gaze to his soft pink lips, which are begging for hers. His maleness is utterly intoxicating ; his scent is driving her mad. She breathes heavily, gasping for air. She puts her arms around his strong neck and surrenders to him. If this is surrendering to darkness, then be it. Kylo takes her mouth with ardent, burning passion. She lets him play with her tongue and reciprocates. He kisses her neckline, lowers to her breasts, his hands finding treasures he would never have dreamed of. And the world goes blank.

Where unspeakable stuff happens… NSFW warning. 

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Me:

accent challenge !!
ft. an awkward british bean :3
accent challenge !!

here’s my accent challenge !! i was tagged by nobody bc i’m too awkward to make friends on here but i wanted you to hear my obnoxiously british voice so here you go !!

i just wanna say that i’m ill rn so i sound a bit different and also i’m not as posh as this it’s just bc i was recording ! also it got a bit asmr-y at points but oh well and also i’m sorry for being awkward lmao !

so i tag @simprising, @windenburger, @cupidjuice, @cozyplant, @cowplant-pizza, @crabb-sims, @plasmapacks, @samtastic-sims, @amessofsims, @dropletofstardust, @simblragain, @pxelmango, @pxelbox + any of my other followers !!

the rules are under the cut bc they’re quite long :3

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Rescue me~ (Jooheon)

Originally posted by dramarrama

not my gif | writing prompts found on tumblr 

versão em português


“JAGIYA!” you heard your boyfriend screaming from his studio. You quickly got up from the sofa and ran into the room.

“WHAT?” you saw your boyfriend on top of the table, legs trembling and a scared look upon his face.

“OVER THERE! OH MY GOD!” he pointed at the couch and closed his eyes.

“What is it? Is it a bug again?” you asked a little bit worried.

“It’s bigger! Oh my God, do something!” he whined.

“Hold on.” you got out of the studio just to grab a broom, but came back in no time. “I’m here to save you, milady!”

“That’s not funny!” Jooheon complained pouting his lips.

“And you’re not five anymore, so get off from the table, you’re gonna break it.”

“Not until you get rid of that thing under the couch.” he crossed his arms.

“You’re seriously like a man-child!” you shook your head and got on your knees to see whatever it is that was under the couch. “I see nothing.”

“It’s there! I’m not crazy!”

“Maybe it ran away.”

“Jagiya…”

“Alright, alright… I’ll poke around.” you used the broom to search under the couch and it hit something. “Oh my God, it’s here!” you backed out a little and Jooheon screeched. “It’s not moving, though.” you pulled the thing quickly with the broom and a small red box hit your knee. “What?”

“Surprise!” Jooheon said behind you and helped you get up. “I’m sorry I forgot about our anniversary and I have no idea how to make it up to you, but I got you this gift just to start apologizing. You have always supported me and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for that.” Jooheon kissed you softly. You opened the box and saw the cutest golden bracelet.

“Thank you.” you kissed him again. “But seriously, this is what was scaring you?” you laughed.

“To be honest, yes.” Jooheon said looking at you. “I didn’t know how to do this and it freaked me out, so I came up with this stupid idea, but I guess it worked.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re unbelievable.”

:/

Sometimes seeing how bullshit like this, that I threw together half-asleep, gets more notes after a day, than serious artwork ™ like this, that I spend a lot of time and effort making, gets after a week is a bit discouraging.