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like gosh you could have sworn you left this in the break room but whatever. and he swears he didnt drink this much yet but! its his cream and caramel so
"God." One of the younger nurses pounds a fist into the desk dramatically. "Goooooodddddd."
"What's your problem?" You drain the last bits of your drink, slurping on the bits of ice at the bottom. You are definitely not supposed to have this at the nurse's station, but it's night shift: who's going to tattle?
"Can we be out of large scrubs every day?" your coworker whines. "He's sooo sexy fine; I'm going to slide out of my seat!"
You snort back a laugh. "Who are you talking about? Dr. Abbot?"
She shoves you so hard that your chair spins. "Girl, shut up. He's, like, old. You know exactly who I'm horny for."
When she stops your chair, the spinning in your head keeps going. It takes a second for your inner ear to adjust and you realize she's pointed you towards the object of her desire. "I'm talking about Dr. Sexy and that teeny tiny top."
Dr. Shen is talking to a patient in central three, reaching for something high. His scrub top is untucked and riding up his stomach, giving a peek at the obscene strip of skin above his waistband. It's definitely a smaller size than he usually wears; the entire hospital would be a titter if the young, dashing doctor was regularly giving peep shows of his happy trail.
You watch. Oh, you watch for much too long.
"He is pretty fucking hot," you admit.
"I need to know how his sweat tastes," your coworker sighs. The two of you laugh together as you chew on your straw, imagining it was the string on the doctor's scrub pants-
"Both of you-" The charge nurse cuts in and the two of you scramble to look busy. "Go see a patient or something and leave that man alone! Isn't he married?"
"I hope not, or else-"
They both look at you.
"Why would I know?" you squeak out.
"Come on, you guys are close," your friend says and you're shocked when the charge nurse makes a face, eyes wide and mouth pursed with judgement.
"I mean, we follow each other on Instagram, but I wouldn't say that's close." He likes your stories a bit too often, but you think he's just like that.
"Literally do not lie." Your friend flicks a finger against the plastic cup in your hand. "You're drinking his backwash right now."
"No, I am-" You look at the cup. Mobile order for John. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head as you look up, then down again to make sure you read that correctly. "Shut up, I thought this was mine."
"He's been drinking yours," she says. "You really didn't know? 'cause you guys do this, like, every night for months and-"
"-Trauma incoming in five, people. Get moving."
It's hours later when you get you point this issue out to Dr. Shen, who just laughs.
"That's crazy," he says, like it's no big deal. "I've drank so much of your spit."
"Oh, god, don't say that-" you groan. "Makes it sound dirty."
"The human mouth is filthy." He pauses, then makes a thoughtful sound. "It's probably why we both had mono."
You try and find a solution.
A solution you hate.
And is hard on your wallet.
"Brand betrayal-" Dr. Shen scolds when he sees you enter with a green straw. "Starbucks? Really?"
"We won't get confused now!" you defend. "And maybe I really wanted a lavender bullshit foam thing."
He rolls his eyes at that, tongue popped into his cheek in an aggravatingly cute way. You try and ignore that; your friend wants to fuck him. Not you. Definitely not you.
His scrubs are longer today.
Seven hours later, you duck into the break room and take a long, long sip of your melted coffee-
"That's a Dunkin cup."
Dr. Shen's voice makes you jump. When you look at your hand, the straw is orange and pink and the label says John.
"Fuck!" you groan, slamming his drink down and reaching for yours. "I fucking forgot."
"It's fine," he says, nonplussed. "I took a couple sips of yours."
That makes you blink, then laugh, then frown when you realize he's not kidding. "Uh, why?"
"I wanted to try the foam bullshit and I figured we've swapped spit enough that it shouldn't matter."
Shen leans over the table and takes his coffee.
"Besides, I missed my straw tasting like strawberry chapstick."
Heat explodes in your cheeks as he takes a very, very long gulp.
"Doctor--" You turn and head towards the south wing with a shake of your head, grabbing a tablet. "This is why people think we're fucking."
He leans forward in his chair to watch you as you go. "People think we're fucking?"
hi. i know i've been MIA and i wish i came back on a better note but shit really hit the fan. I am in an urgent need for 500$. i am so upset that i am shaking because i have to bear a loss for a mistake i did not make but i have to because i signed an agreement at the start of this job. i'll link my ko-fi and paypal. i hate to greet you like this asking for money and i know it sounds pathetic but i am hanging on by thread and i don't know what i will do or it will end up taking my life and sanity with it. that being said, you are not forced to donate or help but if you can please do and help me. reblogs are much more appreciated. thank you so much to everyone in this community.
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so i am a freelancer and i was asked to order CK underwear for them but the model he wanted was no longer available on any website so informed him but then he got upset and said i wasn't looking carefully and sent me a link to a model and asked me to buy it. i arranged it and we had to buy that internationally and pay customs and all that. only for him to text me and say it is the wrong product. i checked with the CK team and it was what he linked to me. now i couldn't even return or replace because we had to dropship and have it shipped internationally so the return window was expired. he told me i had to bear the loss and i communicated that i ordered what he linked to me and he said it was the wrong fabric and that he explained to me. but the thing is me and his other assistant in bali reviewed the whole thing as well as sent him confirmation twice before the order and he approved it. i am aware this is some sort of power play and i feel horrible because i have to bear the cost of a mistake i did not make, at least not entirely. the underwear was 300$ for the set and the rest 200$ was for shipping, customs and taxes. you know the worst part is, he is a billionaire. like actual billionaire but it only further proves that money cannot buy compassion or empathy but only fuel that hollow ego inside because this is the same person that orders me to buy 1500$ bouquet for funsies for him. so yeah this is power play but unfortunately i cannot do anything for now except pay and be done and dusted. as you know i recently had a surgery and i can't pay upfront so i really need help right now. if you can, please do consider helping me
love island bkg and just making out with him during the day on the day bed. bakugou on the outside is soooo anti pda. he’d never make out with anybody just in the open. but all his ideals disappear when he’s beside you half naked in the sticky heat and you’ve already spoke about everything there is in the world to speak about so his lips are just dragged to sit upon yours. everyone else is dotted around, walking past, on the other side, cooking in the kitchen.
it honestly looks like you’re about to fuck with how intense the kiss gets. bakugou’s a second into flipping you under him to start grinding into you and from the angle all your friends are standing at, they can see your tongue entering his mouth. it looks like you’re about to eat each other.
“wow, that’s hot.”
“do they realise we can see them?”
“i don’t think they care.”
his hand is holding your head in place, the cameras are zooming in like they’re about to film a porno instead of evening reality tv. you’ve even locked a leg around his waist and both your arms at his neck.
if they put this clip in the edit, they’re going to need subtitles for the viewers because of how low you’re talking.
“i want you so bad,” it sounds like you’re about to cry.
he growls into your mouth, your lips brushing against his. “imagine my fingers inside of you, stretchin’ out your lil pussy for my cock.”
“oh my god,” you blurt, you can feel your heartbeat throughout your body as if you’re one sensitive nerve. of fucking course this man can dirty talk. you haven’t been on the edge like this in your life. “no, get off me. i need to go into the pool or something. a cold shower.”
one light press of your palm in the centre of his chest and he falls onto his back. he flings his forearm over his eyes and grunts, “fuck. sorry, i got carried away.”
“i started it,” you breathe, both of you laying beside each other with heaving chests.
“i continued it.”
“i said i wanted to fuck you—,”
“guys, the hideaway is always through there. you don’t have to fuck in front of us!”
love island bakugou and every time you guys decide to go up to the terrace or you’re walking up the stairs with him behind you, he’s tapping your ass, a little slap to your ass, a squeeze in your teeny tiny bikini that doesn’t cover a thing on purpose. you walk onto the terrace and he’s right up behind you with his hands on your ass. having to swat him away and push him into the sofa.
“finally some privacy.” he huffs.
“did you know it was me in the challenge?” you flirt, crawling onto his lap with your legs along the sofa. he holds you tight, staring at you like you’re brighter than the spanish sun.
you just participated in a kissing challenge where the boys all lined up and the girls had to kiss every one and be rated. you got second highest, only because you chose not to makeout with bakugou’s best friend and your best friend’s man. they both gave you a 2 each for that.
“course, i did. i know how your lips feel. you also went for my bottom lip with tongue. you love that shit,” he stares at them when he says that, as if he’s remembering exactly how you feel, “also your hands went straight into my hair and you pressed your body into me. i know what you feel like, woman.”
you giggle, bowing your head slightly.
then you switch personalities completely, hand flat on his chest and serious, “was i actually your favourite kiss or were you just saying that? be honest.”
“you were everyone’s favourite—,”
“but was i your favourite, katsuki?”
he wants to eat you, keep you locked to his side forever. he grins like a man in love. bakugou can already imagine his friends laughing at him at home.
“don’t ask me stupid questions,” he smirks, pouting his lips out for a kiss to which you peck him back immediately. he knows this is a cute little farce you do with him. a way for him to give you even more compliments than he does already. you’re one of the most confident women he’s ever met, he knows you know you’re the best kisser in the building. you just wanna hear it from him. “you’re my fuckin’ favourite. best kiss, best girl.”
he grabs your chin, “y’hear me?”
you nod excitedly, “i actually thought—,”
“if you say someone else was a better kisser than me i’m gonna—,”
“i’m only joking! you were my favourite too. obviously.”
fake dating izuku but only you know its fake. (your managers arranged it to help both of you in the public eye. izuku's last girlfriend was a mess and they dont want to risk that again. meanwhile you're at the bottom of the polls-)
izuku cant be in on it. obviously.he would never go for something like this.
So you have to make the first move.
the two of you manage to meet in the commission HQ. he'a cuter than you remembered, with these pretty freckles and blush that goes across his nose when he laughs. it makes it easy for you to pretend.
"Are you heading out?"
Izuku is halfway through pulling on his coat, giving you this gentle smile. its a stupid question, but he doesnt treat it that way; he chats with you as you grab your own coat.
the elevator ride is awkwardly quiet. The two of you face the door, two feet apart. you can feel your opportunity slipping through your fingers-- goodbye fame, goodbye money, goodbye manager-
Izuku cleara his throat, rubbing his hand around the back of his neck. "If it's not too forward, I was wondering if I could have your number-?"
Before he can finish the last word, you've closed the gap between you two. You catch your lips against his open mouth and the sound of his voice fizzles out. His lips are soft, warm and still-- you pull away before he can react.
"Yeah," you say. "You can have my number."
The elevator door opens and you go to leave, only to be caught by the wrist. he pushes the button for the top floor and lets the door close before he speaks again.
"Do you-?" he breathes out a laugh. "Wanna do that again?"
Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
Noah as a new oc is so exciting to me as someone who’s big on scents (I swear the only thing stopping me from from having a collection is money and space)
Thinking about Noah slowing incorporating sweeter scents into his day while he and reader are long distance. Like other than her collab perfume, he goes and buys candles and car scents that remind him of her.
Noah and reader just being obsessed with the way the other scent and lowkey keeping notes on each others products for when they’re on their own. Buying the other’s favorite soaps, lotions, and perfume/cologne.
Noah taking extra care of his genital hygiene and smell after reader meationed during their first time that she didn’t enjoy giving her ex bjs, hoping she might wanna try it out one day (not that I think he’d mention or be pushy about it more so wanting her to show interest in it)
These are just some of my ideas cause Sunny I swear your ocs just mingle in brain and never wanna leave <3
Hi sweetiepie! I'm so glad you like him, it makes me happy when yall like my little guys :) and now YOUR thoughts got ME thinking thoughts sksksk
CW: mentions of a blowjob
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Although Noah hates sweet scents with a passion, he also knows that you often choose sweet scents, so he starts choosing them too. Gets pumpkin spice and french vanilla candles once they hit the shelves, gets a fruity car air freshener, even starts going to a local cafe and bakery more just so he can feel closer to you in some way. Every whiff of cinnamon and sugar makes him long for you and then he gets sad so he texts you to see what you're up to.
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No but they toooootally do this. Yall share each other's scent of the day and look for it in your collections so you can smell what the other person is like. It's honestly so cute and corny and neither of you know who started it, maybe it was both of you?? You just know that one day you started sharing scents and you've continued to do so ever since. Often times you will send each other samples of your perfume and plan out which scents you will wear on which days so you can coordinate from far away. On the outside, it might look a little controlling, but the two of you feel so much more connected when you smell the other person in a little sample vial.
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I LOVE the idea of Noah manscaping and cleaning extra just so his dick doesn't gross you out, it's so in character, he wants to impress you but he doesn't want to be too upfront about it. He doesn't think you ever notice until one day you pay extra attention to his balls.
"Did your dick go to the spa or something?" you ask as you stroke him.
"What? No, what are you talking about?"
"You're so clean shaven down here," you say, moving your hand to his balls. "It's soft too. Are you moisturizing your balls or something?"
He is.
"What? No, I'm not!"
"Yeah, whatever." You shimmy down the bed until you're laying in front of his dick. "Did you spray perfume here too?"
He did.
"No... well, maybe a little. I didn't wanna smell bad or anything."
"Aw, how considerate of you." You suddenly nuzzle into his balls, making his dick jump. "You smell nice. Like tobacco and vanilla."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you mumble, planting a kiss on the base of his dick, making him inhale sharply. You sigh, sitting up. "Alright, I guess I can suck your dick."
"Really?!"
"But! I have some rules." He settles back against the headboard again. "Don't push on my head; I hate that. I'm not deep throating you because I hate gagging. Definitely no face fucking: we're gonna go at my pace. I will take suggestions on how to make you feel good, but if you're too demanding then I'm gonna stop. And you can cum on my face but do not cum in my mouth. Got all that?"
"Yeah," he says, nodding eagerly.
"Good. Now, give me some time to adjust. I'm a little rusty."
You lean down and take him in your mouth. It ends up being the best blowjob he's ever had.
How long is the relationship with Noah kept private for, and how do they soft launch for their followers who know they have so so so much beef?
Also would love to know how the "beef" makes its way into their sex life uwu
HI AMY THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME AN ASK ABOUT MY NEW BEAUTIFUL BOY
CW: chubby fem reader, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex
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I think it takes a while for yall to be public about the relationship, not bc you don't want to be public, but bc Noah is terrified of the possible backlash. Like, this man was a piece of shit for one or two months before he tried your collab perfume and changed his tune, he knows that your fans hate him with a passion and will kill his career by canceling him or something.
It's not hard to keep things under wraps since you two are long distance, but when he visits you for a weekend, he keeps quiet in the living room while you film a review in your bedroom, wishing he could just cuddle up to you and smell the new perfume with you for the first time on camera. He's vocal about his concerns and worries, but you brush things off.
"Who cares what they think? They're just strangers."
"That's easy for you to say. You weren't the one being an asshole for months."
"Yeah, but then you met me and we got along great, so what does it matter?"
He sighs, pressing his face into your neck so he can smell you better.
"I just don't want everyone to think I'm abusive or something. I know I was a piece of shit, I was stupid, but I've gotten better and I just want everyone else to see that too."
You hum, tilting your head to lean against his.
"How about this " you say, suddenly sitting straighter, pushing him off, "once you get back home, make a public apology video. Tell everyone that you're sorry for being mean and you want to make amends." You point to yourself. "Then, I will publicly accept your apology and offer to settle things over coffee. You can come to town and show proof that we met and worked things out." Your eyes light up. "And then, for the next couple of months, we'll start planting seeds. We'll follow each other, leave comments on each others' videos, maybe even leave flirty comments too. Once people online start to make videos speculating that we're more than just friends, we'll make a video together confirming the rumors and reveal that we've recently started dating." You beam. "And then we can act like a normal couple together online!"
Noah blinks a couple times.
"Have you always been this smart?"
"Obviously, Sherlock. How do you think I got you into bed the first day we met?"
He throws a pillow at you, making you laugh.
He does as you instruct, the two of you following your plan for a few months. It's excruciating not being able to reveal the truth, but your plan ends up working. While he's visiting you, you shove your phone in his face one evening in bed. It's a video of a podcast.
"Are Noah and Y/N dating? I don't know if I'm crazy but I swear to god that they are. They're just too flirty in each others' comments!"
"I know, right? And like, if they are dating, that's fine, but they should at least be honest about it."
"Well, they might be keeping things private since they used to hate each other. Maybe they're worried about the backlash? I mean, if I started dating a guy who used to bully me, I'm sure yall would think I'm crazy and try to convince me to break up with him."
"Oh, that's true."
"But maybe he's changed! He might be a completely different person in private compared to his online persona."
"And you've gotta admit, his videos have changed in the past couple months. He's much nicer in his reviews."
You pull the phone away from him, grinning successfully.
"Hook, line, and sinker."
You film a video that weekend, but you don't post it for another couple of weeks, letting the rumors fester for a bit. When you do post the video revealing your relationship, there is some backlash, but there is also a lot of support.
I don't know yall, i just don't think it'll work out between them. He seems like a sleezeball.
> but did you see how Noah was looking at Y/N the whole video?? He looked so lovesick! I doubt this is a pr stunt, he seems too genuine.
>> omg im glad im not the only person who saw that! he looked at her like she was a goddess even when she looked away from him he kept looking at her!!
>>> i wish a guy would look at me like that
>>>> omg same
"See?" you say over FaceTime while he continues to read the comments. "They'll come around. You just gotta show that you're not the guy you used to be."
"Y/N?" he says, looking back at you.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
You smile, shaking your head.
"Love you too, dumdum."
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As for the "beef" entering their sex life...
You're long distance in the beginning, so you have a lot of phone sex, and you have the bright idea of incorporating your passion into your sex life. So, you start sending each other scents, opening them up once you're on the phone together. You're both naked already, hurriedly opening your packages, already aroused at what's to come.
"Smell yours first," he tells you, keeping the cap on the perfume you sent to his house.
"Aww, no fair. I opened mine first last time."
"C'mon, princess. I'm certain you'll like it. Be a good girl for daddy."
You whine, spraying the cologne on a test strip, waving it in the air before bringing it to your nose.
"Oh." You take a few quick sniffs. "Oh."
"See? Told you."
"I didn't expect the mango," you mumble, taking deep breaths.
"What else are you getting?" he asks, grabbing some lube, spreading it over his cock.
"I'm getting... a hint of citrus... lavender... leather and a bit of coffee... am I getting this right?"
"You're spot on baby," he sighs, stroking his cock lazily. "How do you like it?"
"It's nice... woody and masculine, but a little sweet and floral. The mango scent is gone already but it's still really nice."
"You want me to wear it for you?"
"Yeah," you sigh, reaching between your legs to massage your clit. "I want you to wear it when you take me out to dinner, and then I want you to fuck me in the back of your car."
"Shit," he groans, gripping his cock tighter.
"Now do mine already!"
"Fine, fine." He uncaps the perfume with one hand, spraying the test strip he laid out and waving it. He brings it to his nose and cringes. "Oh, hell no—"
"What?! What do you mean 'hell no'?"
"Babe, you know I hate perfumes that are too sweet. This smells like a fucking candy store."
"Oh my god, just let it settle! It's so good."
He wafts it in the air for a moment, bringing it back to his nose, scowling again.
"I can't do it, babe—"
"Noah—"
"I'm getting notes of bubblegum! Who the hell makes a perfume smell like bubblegum? Who is this for, toddlers?"
You huff and pout, crossing your arms.
"Fine. Then I guess I won't tell you the fantasy I have for it."
He pauses.
"... Fantasy?"
"Uh-huh."
He sighs.
"Babe, you can still tell me the fantasy—"
"Nuh-uh," you say, shaking your head, looking oh so adorable as you do so. "It's not the same unless you appreciate the perfume."
He groans, slumping in his seat.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
He sighs, grumbling.
"Fucking... fine, fine. I'll go in with an open mind. Just tell me the fantasy so I don't gag."
You humph, but still start your story.
"Imagine us going on a picnic date. I'm wearing the perfume and you don't like it, but I'm wearing this cute new milkmaid dress that pushes up my boobs and cinches my waist."
"Okay..." he hums, stroking his cock again, waving the test strip in front of his nose.
"We decide to go to an arboretum with lots of land and plenty of spots to sit. We find a secluded spot surrounded by trees and flowers, a pond nearby. We set up our blanket and sit down."
"Uh-huh..."
"We have lots of goodies to eat: finger sandwiches and a charcuterie board, and a big slice of cheesecake to share for dessert."
"What kind of cheesecake?"
"Raspberry white chocolate. I tried making it for the first time and it came out perfect."
"Shit. Keep going, baby."
"We eat our food and share some wine, and we get a little tipsy, just enough to make us more flirtatious. You unbutton the top of your shirt and run your hand under my dress to squeeze my thigh. I start smelling like jasmine and patchouli: can you smell it baby?"
"Yeah," he says after a big breath. "Yeah, I can smell it."
"And having you touch me starts to turn me on, so I straddle your lap. You get nervous, worried someone might see us, but then I start kissing you and you forget about everything else."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Your hand sneaks between your legs again. "And then I pull down your zipper and pull out your cock. I sit up and suddenly rub my pussy against you, and you realize that I wasn't wearing panties the whole time."
"Fuck—"
"And I'm just so horny, daddy. I can't help it. I need you to fuck me right here, right now. I need your cock inside me."
"Let me give it to you, baby. Let me give my sweet girl what she needs."
"So I start riding you," you sigh, rubbing your clit, "and I do my best, but my legs get tired so quick. So you take over and start fucking up into me, making my tits bounce and fall out of my dress. And I'm squeezing you so tight with my pussy. I'm already so close to cumming, and I smell like sugar and cashmere and tonka bean. Don't I smell good, daddy?"
"So fucking good, baby. So, so good."
"And I cum so hard I almost fall on you, but you just keep fucking me. I'm whining and crying from how good it feels, and I'm begging you to cum inside me. I want you to fill me up, daddy. I need it so bad."
"Fuck, lemme fill you up, princess. I'm almost there."
"Please hurry, daddy. Someone might catch us. I wanna feel you cum inside me before we're caught. I wanna feel it run down my legs while we pack up to go home."
"Shit shit shit—"
Noah lets out a low groan, spilling his seed over his stomach, even up to his chest. He hears you panting before you moan, sighing with relief a moment later. The two of you breathe in silence, hazily staring at each other through the phone.
"Hey," you smile.
"Hey," he smiles back.
"See? I told you it was a good perfume."
He scoffs.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I like your original collab better."
it’s the way I wanna know everything about Noah and his girlie. you literally are genius. I kiss ur brain MWAH MWAH
Teehee thank youuuu i have lots of ideas!
To start, I think Noah is kind of a nepo baby. He was born into money so he can kind of do whatever he wants without worry. He collected perfume and cologne as a hobby, and when he discovered perfumetok, he decided he wanted to join in. He took on the pseudonym "Flowers" as a last name (his real last name is "Brown") and he gained a following pretty quickly. He specializes in high end, expensive scents that the general public can't usually afford. He kind of plays up the "rich asshole" aesthetic bc it gets him more views. He doesn't really do it for the money, moreso for the attention. I wanna keep his looks ambiguous, but i do imagine he dyes his hair bleach blonde and goes to the salon regularly so his roots don't show.
You started your online presence later than him. You're a waitress by day, and you specialize in cheap dupes that plenty of people can afford. You get a lot of PR due to your sweet personality and kind reviews! You do a lot of giveaways and your fans love you to pieces. You use the money you earn from videos to buy high end perfumes that you can't usually afford. It's like a reward for yourself!
After you two start dating and become public with your relationship, you start making a lot more videos together. On his page, he makes videos taking you shopping for luxury perfumes and shows off how well he treats his girlfriend. On your page, you do a lot of games and challenges, like guessing perfumes wearing a blindfold and pairing perfumes with each other based on how good you two smell together.
I imagine you move in together after about a year of dating. He gets a bigger apartment for you two in his city and you move in with him (you're not upset about leaving your town; you wanted to find a new job and a new place anyways). He tries to spoil you more but you don't always accept his gifts and offers. You pass on the jewelry and clothes and shoes, but you always accept the perfumes sksksk
In the back of his mind, he can't really get over how he treated you. He often wonders if he was destined to be a piece of shit for the rest of his life and doesn't deserve forgiveness or retribution. He doesn't tell you all these thoughts bc he doesn't want to upset you.
He's BIG on PDA! He's always holding your hand or has an arm around you, often hugging you when you two are just standing together waiting around in line or whatever. He won't fully make out with you in public, but he does like quick kisses often.
He looooves going on dates. He likes when you dress up for him, but his favorite part is when you layer your scents. Lotion then body oil then perfume. He likes to guess what you use and gets really excited whenever he's right.
He's obsessed with the way you smell during sex. He'll often initiate sex based on what you're wearing that day, thinking that it'll smell even better with your natural musk. He likes when you spray your perfume on the back of your knees and ankles 💕
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