Michael smelled like baked goods - the type of baked goods varied. But it was one of the reasons why he was supposedly able to attract all kinds of women.
I forgot why men liked him also (except the 1 man who was traveling with him).
That's the thrill of living in the Hellmouth! There's a veritable cornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage ... Pardon me for finding the glass half-full.
Giles ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Supernatural 2: Why is it our job to save everybody?
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le nubian - Dec 21, 2010 5:23:48 pm PST #16710 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
§ ita § - Dec 21, 2010 5:24:44 pm PST #16711 of 30002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
How does tasting even happen?
It can happen when they're kissing, for the record. It doesn't have to be NC-17. Though Cas has the nummiest spunk ever. But I don't read Gabe porn. I can only imagine the chocolatey creamy goodness of his...cream.
Theresa - Dec 21, 2010 5:25:24 pm PST #16712 of 30002
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
Hee. Here I am sitting thinking, "WTF are they talking about tasting? Of course Cas doesn't taste like coffee!" Yeah, this is why I don't get to sit at the grown up table.
Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 21, 2010 6:23:18 pm PST #16713 of 30002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Really? Seriously? One out of three times, he tastes undefinably Cas. It's kinda boring.
I ran into that today in a fic where Dean was able to taste that elusive Cas-ness despite them both being plastered in mud and dirt.
Note to Author: If you're kissing mud and compost off somebody, ain't nothing going to taste pure.
§ ita § - Dec 21, 2010 6:25:48 pm PST #16714 of 30002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I am so big on smells, it's kinda disturbing. But fandom has totally weirded me out with the precision and the tasting and I may never...sample another person again. I'm scared of the letdown.
Girl boy sex can't live up to slash! Hell, boy boy sex doesn't have much to do with it either!
Amy - Dec 21, 2010 6:30:13 pm PST #16715 of 30002
Because books.
I just can't imagine gun oil tasting good. Or what on earth it would smell like.
Girl boy sex can't live up to slash!
Girls taste like stuff. Some fandom always had one girl who tasted like strawberries. Or was that Willow?
Cass - Dec 21, 2010 6:53:08 pm PST #16716 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I thought Buffy was strawberries fanonically. But then canon said different.... Don't recall for sure.
I had one ex where his skin had a totally distinct and damn yummy smell. Wasn't food or gunoil though. Just his skin.
Ginger - Dec 21, 2010 6:57:24 pm PST #16717 of 30002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Gun oil smells sort of metallic and like some furniture polish. It's not bad, but it's not exactly appetizing.
Cass - Dec 21, 2010 7:01:35 pm PST #16718 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Also gun oil is not a good lube. I wish writers knew this...
§ ita § - Dec 21, 2010 7:10:04 pm PST #16719 of 30002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But any oil in a pinch. Instead of a pinch...I think the key is--better than spit?
I had an ex that smelt of the things patchouli wished they smelt of. Not that stinky hippy crap. He just had pheromones working. He smelt like him. And all the women wanted to sleep with him, pretty much. I just got there first, but I had to fend them off the whole time. It was pretty ridic. Smelly sexy boy.