#human pheromone colognes

[starlightkun]

reading scientific articles on human scent glands to write one scene of a fic. sigh. guess what fic this is for.........

[tinydefector]

reading that perfume scenario i js imagine a bot spraying their human lover with a lil bit perfume before going down on them like adding salt to steak

It truly is a favourite of mine because I love the idea of perfumes and working like a pheromone enhancer, but like the number of scenarios this can lead into outside of the fic I wrote for Ratchet.

Let me know you you guys want more little pieces like these ɓecuase I like doing these kinda things when I'm not up for writing a fic so enjoy. ^^

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Such scenarios as

- date night with optimus where you dress up nicely with a lovely perfume/cologne and from the moment you get into his cab to go out he's struggling, and trying to be polite and a decent date but he turns into an actually feind when he gets to kiss you and every part of his stoic facade is out the window as he kisses across your skin taking in every inch and savoruing it like its the last time he's ever going to taste something this divine. It's fair to say your very sore afterwards, to Optimus you taste like Energon Z with bismuth and copper.

- sensual nights laying in bed with Megatron as he runs his servos over your waist holding you close as he admires and denies himself the luxury of so much. So to speed things up you decide to put some perfume on and it humbles Megatron very quickly. How much restraint he has despite how the perfume enhances everything. He's a slow and very dedicated lover despite what many would think. It turns into a very long night of soft kisses and soft vore. Him enjoying the taste of your skin on his glossa and when the taste fades he ask for you to put more perfume on. To Megatron it taste like Red energon with Magnesium, Lithium.

- the late night work hours where Prowl is focused on work, hours after he should have been back due to someone else mistake, he goes to snap at whoever had intupted his work when the scent hits his nasal Ridge and his helm shoots up and locks on to you. Watching like you're a meal prepared for him. That's how you end up on his desk, legs over his shoulder plating as he indulges. Prowl isn't one to indulhe like this. He isn't easily swayed by lust. but this late at night, he enjoys taking it slow and indulging in your company. To Prowl, you taste like his favourite energon blend from before the war. Just casual energon, Mercury, and crystal.

- the first time. Thundercracker's first-time smelling perfume on you was when you were testing out different ones you had been given. The sweet scent catches him off guard, and that's how he finds himself watching. I'm watching as you try new clothing and test spray perfume on your wrist. But when you make your way over to him, asking him to tell you what he thinks, it leads to him pressing your wrist to his lips, It turns into a night of taste testing. It has Thundercracker riled up, and you aroused, but it turns into a game of how long it takes either of you to finally crack. For Thundercracker, it takes like pure energon with Uranium.

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Bambi!Wanda continues sniffing her wrists…

Wanda: you can’t smell it?

Y/N: smell what?

Wanda: well I-uh…I have…pheromones that leak when I’m around you.

Y/N: humans don’t usually leak pheromones, my doe. We have colognes and perfumes for that.

Y/N sprays a bit on their arm…

The young doe blushes…

Y/N: what?

Wanda: y-you smell nice (giggles)

Y/N opens their arms and Bambi!Wanda dives right in for a snuggle, her doe tail wiggles happily…

[yandere-wishes]

Long ramble anon here, I'm happy you liked my long ask I was just concerned that I put way too much as I have a tendency to hyperfixate snd overexplain, hence the tldr at the end. To be honest ever since seeing the fox beastman I've been on a bit of a kick with theorizing things for him. (Did the same thing with Rollo hehe) Anyway, if you want some more of my takes I'm happy to share.

Alright so you know how beastmen retain some of their animalistic traits? Well my brain immediately goes to what this means for their romantic endeavors and courting behaviors. Not much is known about the courting process for foxes, but we do know that scent marking and loud vocal barking is used to attract a mate. How does this carry over to a humanoid fox? Well, my theory is that he will likely give his darling something like his coat, or spray whatever cologne he uses on their things or use more of it when he knows he's going to see them. As for the loud vocal barking you better believe my mind immediately went to him just belting out a serenade for his darling, regardless of how he actually may sound I think he's self-assured and prideful enough to believe this would definitely entice his soon to be mate.

Another interesting thing about foxes is that they are monogamous to a fault, rarely ever taking another mate after the passing of their partner, instead remaining loyal until their own passing (at least this was what I've read in my admittedly surface level research). To me this means two things, 1) once Fellow sets his eyes on a darling that's absolutely it for him regardless of how he has to get them by his side it is an inevitability so if they would just be a good dear and surrender early on everything could be so much better, and 2) should anything unfortunate befall to his darling he wouldn't ever fall for anyone else and likely never fully recover emotionally.

Tldr; The fox man would woo his darling with his surely illustrious (at least to him) voice and his cologne or perhaps natural pheromones, and once he woos them Fellow would never so much as look at another in the same light.

Don't apologize Anon!! I love it when people send in long asks about their hyperfixations!! It feels so endearing and sweet and makes me want to give you a big hug!! I'm literally the same when it comes to hyperfixate and overexplain, when I'm obsessed with something (TV show, movie, game, etc) I need to feel it in my veins!! Plus being able to chat about it with people on Tumblr is always one of the best parts!!

I can't stop laughing at the thought of Fellow sending his darling with loud obnoxious barking 🤣🤣 Bonus points if the reader is a regular human and just stares at him confused, while Leona, Ruggie, and Jack just nod in approval in the background (or in anger and disbelief, depends on the scenario). The idea of him sharing his cologne and jacket with Reader is actually really sweet. I like to think that some ways down the line if Fellow ever had to go away for an extended period of time. Reader would just cuddle into a corner hugging his jacket and spraying some of his cologne on herself. He'd be so delighted coming home and smelling his scent so strongly on his beloved.

I love this!! Just Fellow knowing that reader is the one from the first look 😍😍😍😍 He's so smitten and lays on the charm extra thick. Wanting them all so badly and doing anything to get them. If Reader should die (Lord forbid) Fellow definitely wouldn't get another partner BUT he'd also go the extra mile and try to resurrect them. Magic exists in Twisted Wonderland so I'm sure someone out there has the ability to raise the dead. He'd do absolutely anything to hold you in his arms again.

Look Reader is getting a really sweet deal here. A tall handsome man (+ bonus he comes with A SUPER FLUFFY TAIL AND EARS) with a smooth voice, and a charming personality. Willing to give her anything, do anything for her, and make sure she had the best life imaginable. He's physically incapable of cheating and would fawn over the reader like a lovestruck puppy. He's literally just perfect!! Ignoring the manipulative tendencies, obsessive behavior, and ability to maim someone with his teeth😊😊

[snippychicke]

I have a question!

You can answer this if you want if you don't than that fines but! I really really wanna know

.....how would balam be like when he's jealous?

Maybe specifically if he was jealous cause of reader smelt different than usual(before they were courting)

And other demons assume that they were courting another demon?!

When in reality reader has picked up making perfumes from plants after reading about it. (Surprisingly smelling like a powerful demon and having a resting bitch face when annoyed can make netherworld plants very obedient)

Please i would very much like your thoughts on this idea if you can't again thats fine. I am a really big fan of for the sake of a smile you are doing an amazing job on it. Please drink water, sleep well and always have a balanced meal.

Thank you and good night/day

Heya Anon! Thank you so much for your prompt! And for your flattery! As you know it will get you anywhere. 

Or at least a little side drabble. I'm not a hundred percent sure it was what you were aiming for, but it's what came out of my head. So enjoy!

Opera's words had rang in your ear from Walter park, and despite Balam's assurance that you didn't smell bad,  the thought of having a scent so powerful it could be detected across the sprawling amusement park did not sit well with you. 

So, during the next semester while everyone else was focused on the Harvest festival and then the Music Festival, and your mana was worn from trying out Runes, you researched something different. 

Perfume. 

Unlike Runes, there was a plethora of texts on perfumes and scent-based magic. A lot had to deal with seduction, but it was more the deception aspect that had your interest. 

After all, you wanted to deceive the whole Netherworld into believing you were a demon, and not a delicious human. 

The endeavor had you visiting Raim between her classes.

"You want to smell different?" The demon asked, looking rather perplexed before smiling. "Oh, I see. Trying to catch a certain Gargoyle's attention, are we?"

"No," You grounded out. "I… I don't know how to explain it other than I don't want to be so noticeable." 

Her fingertips caressed your cheek before settling beneath your chin, encouraging you to look at her eyes. "Darling, who ever told you being noticed was a bad thing? It is a natural power that we hold over those who feel even the slightest hint of attraction. What you want is that they are so awed by your beauty they fail to see the knife you wield." 

Which might work for seductive demons, but was definitely not what you were looking for. But she did point you in the right direction. 

And also towards Suzy. 

"Interesting combination," The small demon hummed as you followed her into the greenhouse.  "And you said you wanted to make a perfume?"

"Yeah. It's, uh, a long story." 

Suzy chuckled. "Believe me dear, I've heard it all. But to be the most potent for your scent, you'll want to harvest these yourself. If I harvest them for you, my mana would taint whatever magical properties you intend for it to have."

Every time you thought you understood the Netherworld, it revealed yet another layer. Perfume here wasn't just something that smelled pretty. It could be laced with magical properties, pheromones, and whatever else. A person's scent was as identifying as their appearance and sometimes more.  

It was a gamble, you realized - but one you were willing to take. Especially after facing down a flower that was a monstrous version of a dandelion and a man eating venus flytrap with nothing but a harsh glare and a set of pruning shears. 

--+--

You were fairly certain you messed up. You had decided to create your perfume in the Library's office, which felt more like brewing a potion. To you it smelt light, pleasant, and far different then Sullivan's cologne. 

But the looks you were getting made you wonder if you were missing something. Some looked rather surprised, others were giving you knowing grins and thumbs up. 

But it was Balam's reaction that made you doubt the most. As soon as he saw you in the hall, his dark eyes widened, his muscles tensing so much you could easily notice. He crossed the distance between you in a near instant, and you braced yourself, expecting him to pick you up into a hug as usual.

Except he paused just a few feet from you, looking very uncomfortable and confused. 

"Uh, is everything… okay?" You asked softly as he continued to stand there, studying you as if you had grown a second head or something. 

"Fine," He answered, sounding as if things were not fine. "Are you… is everything okay with you? Anything… new?" 

"N-not really?" You answered, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Why was he acting so odd? Surely it wasn't just because you switched scents. 

His eyes narrowed, and before you could probe to find out what was bothering him, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to a nearby empty classroom, making sure you were alone. "Balam…"

"Do you know how dangerous this could be?" He interrupted as he knelt before you. "I mean, what-what if they discover you're human? What if they hurt you? Or Iruma? I mean, caring for children from other relationships isn't typical for demons. How did this even happen? Did-did they force you? I promise, I can protect you. Both you and Iruma. Or… Or if you don't want me, Lord Sullivan…" 

You cupped his cheeks, unable to press your finger to his lips to silence him considering his mask. Still, the gesture achieved silence as he froze, his cheeks slowly turning pink. 

"Balam. I have no idea what you are talking about," You said slowly and clearly, hoping it would help him calm down from the panic he had worked himself into. 

"Your scent," He explained after a moment, his cheeks turning an even darker shade "It-it smells like you mated with another demon." 

It was your turn to blush, "W-what?! That-that is not at all what I wanted!" Oh god. All those looks in the hall. It was a walk of shame and you could never show your face again. 

You groaned as you covered your face. "No no no! I double checked the ingredients! To ward off interest, to hide another scent, it was supposed to be a replacement for Sullivan's cologne!" 

"It's… it's fake?" There was a hint of relief in his voice. He pulled you into his arms, and you found yourself nestled in his lap as he sat on the floor. His mask was pressed to join between your neck and shoulder, the cold metal contrasting with the hot breath escaping through the vents. The knot in your stomach shifted into something else as his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you still. You unconsciously held your breath, well aware of how red your face had to be from how hot you felt.

Your hands rested on his chest to support your balance, though it felt risqué in your position. Though, it meant you could feel him relax after a moment. But if you thought he would pull away, you were sorely mistaken. If anything, he pulled you closer until your chest was flush with his arms wrapping around you as he pressed his face against the crook of your neck. 

"Balam?" You whispered and received no response after a moment of silence. "...Shichiro?" 

It was the first time you said his given name, which felt taboo. Yes, you were friends, but not that close… right? 

He continued to be silent, but squeezed you a little tighter. As if… as if he was afraid you'd run away, or disappear. You sighed softly at the realization, and started to run your fingers down the back of his neck and shoulders in a hopefully soothing manner. You were still confused as to why he was acting like this, but no matter what the cause was, you felt compelled to comfort him. 

"It's okay," You soothed, allowing yourself to rest against him. "I'm sorry, it's just Opera's words from Walter park just… kinda stuck in my head. Humans have a thing against being… stinky. I just wanted to smell… nicer. I mean, I did my research and everything, so I don't understand…"

"You said humans can't smell pheromones, right?" He mumbled against you, his breath causing shivers to run down your spine and heat to bloom in your loins. All you could do was nod, untrusting of your voice at the moment. "Whatever you used mimicked the pheromones of a demon who had a… a mate."

"I get that," You confirmed, embarrassment threatening to overwhelm you. "I just…" Why was he so bothered?  

"I was worried someone took advantage of you," He answered after a moment. "That, for whatever reason, you… you…"

Oh

Oh.

You laughed through your nerves. "Oh Devi, no! I know having an…intimate relationship with anyone is off the table. I resigned myself to that fact a while ago." Not that thoughts still didn't haunt you, dreams full of desire and passion. 

Starring a certain demon in particular

There was another long moment of silence, his hands slowly rubbing your back and sides in the way he was prone to do. Despite knowing he didn't mean anything by it, the action didn't help the situation any as you resisted the urge to arch into him. Your gutter mind was happy to imagine those large hands grazing bare skin. His warm breath was replaced by soft lips and grazing fangs, making you clench your jaw.

Damn overactive imagination.

"If… if you need anything, please," He finally spoke. "I'd be happy to assist you." 

You tried to beat your gutter mind back, insisting that he didn't mean it like that. He meant making a new perfume, likely. Or just a blanket statement. It was not at all related to your previous discussion. 

"You're the sweetest," You whispered before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I couldn't ask for a better friend."

[mingisaddctn]

hiii 😋😋 i just wanted to say that you are my fav writer tbh and i love your writing style. YOURE SO AMAZINGGGGG

i wanted to request a yunho smut based off the song body party by ciara? maybe the reader showing him how much they love him or something 😭 i’ve been dying for smtg like thissss..

if you don’t take requests like this i understanddd buttt other than that ilysm and your posts make my day LMAO

omg thank you so so so much ;-; this is too sweet im dying, im so glad you like my writing style. also ive been having yunho brainrot lately so im gonna try a lil something here for you

even though he had the height to be a scary human pole, you couldn't see him in a way other than a giant baby. yunho had this thing about him, a feeling, a pheromone, something that brought you closer to his sweetest self, and made you want to nestle yourself in his scent, engulfed in his being.

oh, you loved him. and you loved him bad — that's why you were milking him dry with your mouth.

kneeling in between his muscular thighs, the ones where your fingernails dug themselves into, you lowered your head over and over on his cock, feeling every little vein on the tip of your tongue, saliva pooling around the corners of your lips and falling to your chin. your jaw almost fell asleep, but the way he laid, hands behind him into the sheets of your shared bed as his head was thrown back, and you could only stare at his adam's apple bobbing from the grunts that left his body with full force.

your pretty, sweet, whiny boy.

he was your whole world, and you were his, and the best way to let him know about that was to be on top of him, taking every last drop of cum like a hungry devil, in a greed of pure sin.

"please" he placed his palm on your cheek, cupping your face and guiding your mouth off of him, leaving a trail of saliva behind. his eyes were two chocolaty irises that stared at you with utter devotion. "I need to be inside you."

and his wish were your orders. you stood from where you were kneeling, with the help of his arms and lowered your panties, sitting on his damp boxers—with the mixture of precum and your drool—and lowered yourself on him, arms holding his neck so dearly, so scared of leaving a mark on his perfectness.

he moaned, mouth open against yours and eyes burning into your mind. no thoughts to be perceived, just the two of you enjoying the moment, feeling pleasure out of this world, fucked out and fucked dumb.

rolling your hips with the help of his big hands, you moaned loud, not minding anything other than the need to bear him all, to lead him to his glory. yunho grabbed your body, enveloping you into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he helped your moves by pounding upwards.

your motions were made out of pure desperation that turned into primal urges, connecting with the side of your mind that you could never access if it wasn't when you were fucking yourself on his cock, drooling with eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I love you" you whimpered and babbled and sang into his ear. "I love you—I love you"

he kept on pounding, moans becoming groans and burning against his throat.

"I love you" he moaned back, his words slurred against your skin, but engraving themselves like a thick tattoo, so you wouldn't ever forget.

he was reaching his finishing point when his movements became sharper and you dove into the scent of his sweat mixed with the faint cologne, everything that made him smell like him, leaving the imprint of his wholeness in you, claiming you in every way he could.

his teeth nursed themselves into the skin of your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but just the right amount to let any wandering eye see who you belonged to. with a deep groan, and the rumbling of his chest trembling against yours, you felt his thighs twitching, and he came into your walls, feeding them what they truly needed all this time.

the only way you could show how much you loved him, was if he allowed you by loving you even more. if it was ever possible at all.

[stesierra]

I'm writing a new book about angels and demons and the humans who have to deal with them because I want to and nobody can stop me. Here's the first chapter, which is pretty short. I have written this just now on my phone so live with any typos. There's no WIP intro. I haven't added to my Writeblr intro. I do what I want.

Let me know if I should write the rest of the book.

The Giant's Gamble

Chapter 1

Kirjath slipped through the ajar side door, contorting like a reed in a hurricane to clear the splintered doorframe. The nightclub music throbbed ahead of him, so loud he felt the vibration in his breastbone. To angelic ears, it was about as melodic as a jackhammer accompanying an angry toddler. But that didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to enjoy himself. Did he ever enjoy himself, really?

In the gloomy light, lovely young humans sauntered out of his way, half of them making cow eyes at him. The other half, mostly young men, did their best to puff themselves up, like offended cats. But the tallest of them didn't reach his shoulder.

He brushed past them all with a weary smile and pushed deeper into the club. Not towards the bar, which lay under a web of pipes that crawled across the unfinished ceiling like tentacles of some cosmic horror. Not towards the dance floor, where people who had, from his perspective, been born yesterday gyrated and swayed. No, his destination was at the back, through a door marked employees only. Locked, of course. As if it mattered.

With a twist of the wrist, he broke the doorknob off. It took only a second to dismantle the whole lock apparatus and squish himself through the too-small space. Nobody noticed, not with the music thumping overtime.

A dank narrow hallway greeted him on the other side, lit only by a bare bulb hanging from a frayed wire. It stank of black mold and piss. But at least he didn't have to look at the humans anymore. Kirjath hated places where humans tried to substitute alcohol for actual courage. And the music hurt his ears.

Down at the end of the hall, he found a crumbling stairwell leading down. Old leaks had scarred the cement with rusty water stains, as ugly as tear-stained mascara. No one had inspected this part of the building for decades. No doubt Camriel had ensured it. Well, he wouldn't be able to, after tonight.

He found his brother in the depth of his lair, sitting on a couch that had half-collapsed under his giant frame. Camriel wasn't actually his brother, for neither of them had ever been born. But the relationship was an appropriate shorthand.

The other grigori was staring up at a ceiling he'd plastered with pinups of anorexic teen girls. He looked almost skeletal himself, with legs so long the hems of his pants fell mid-knee. He stank of wine and too much cologne, the kind that claimed to be full of irresistible pheromones. His eyes were closed, but Kirjath couldn't tell if he was visiting the Intangible or just drunk.

“Camriel,” he said and drew his sword from thin air, which is where he kept it. People looked at you funny if you wore as sword these days. Especially one long enough for a giant.

The other angel opened bloodshot eyes and stared up at him. “Kirjath? Have you come to kill me?”

He nodded. Obviously so.

Camriel sat up, and the couch collapsed the rest of the way with a whump. “Why this time?”

This was obvious, too, but Kirjath answered, because he knew Camriel loved to live in denial. “You've been siring children. Triplets, all so big they had to be cut from their mother's belly. All unnaturally beautiful and strong.”

Camriel scoffed and scrambled to his feet from the ruins of the couch. “C-sections are routine now. Doesn't even kill the mother. What does it matter?”

“Nephilim are never routine,” Kirjath said. “Even if the mother survives.”

“Oh, like the modern world can't use a few more men of renown? They can get basketball scholarships. Life will be a cinch. Really, they should thank me.”

“Who should? The children you abandoned?” His grip tightened on his sword.

Camriel tossed his long hair over his shoulder. If he'd ever tried to comb it, the comb was probably still lost somewhere in there. “Heaven should thank me, for improving the gene pool.”

Kirjath nodded and offered his brother his most disappointed look. And then he stepped forward and rammed his sword through his brother's stomach.

“Ow! Fuck!” Camriel said, curling around the steel that had split his intestines. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Kirjath kicked his feet out from under him and ripped the blade loose, spraying the mildewed carpet with gore. He stood over his dying brother and said, “We were exiled. Because you couldn't stop breeding. Because you couldn't leave the humans alone.”

“It wasn't just me,” Camriel said, his tone utterly offended.

“The grigori,” Kirjath snarled. “Because they wouldn't stop. Because none of you would. And now look what’s become of us. I'm not going to let you keep breaking the law. Not that one. The only one that matters.”

“What are you, heaven’s watchdog?” Camriel spat. “They threw you out too, Kirjath! They threw us all out! So what if I broke their laws? Who the fuck cares?”

“I care,” Kirjath said. He lifted his sword.

Blood ran down Camriel’s lips and pooled in the hollow of his throat. “You think you're better than me?” he gurgled. “Better than the rest of us? Because you never knocked up some girl? You're not. Because you--”

Kirjath swung. And his brother's head rolled away, lips silenced, as the irony stink of blood overwhelmed the little room where his brother had spent his sad little life.

He'd be back, but not right away. And by the time he made his way back to the Tangible, perhaps he would have learned his lesson.

He turned his back on the headless body, dismissing his sword back to nowhere from whence it had come. And came face to face with a young woman. She stood in the doorway with a delighted look on her face, and she wore the sigil of Lilith at her throat.

“You killed him,” she said. “How wonderful.”

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Did you know that amazon sells human sized dog beds and some pheromone infused cologne

someone is really hard trying to make omegaverse into reality

[xatsperesso]

Another fun hc I had is that the cologne iruma uses to hide his scent is based on a powerful pheromones cover, like the type succubus teachers use to prevent horny students, and one day someone recognizes the scent or something and rumors fly that iruma is a powerful incubus, cause why else would a teen would be wearing cologne like that,

*Wheeeeze* oh fuck no wonder they think he has a harem they think he's a fuckin incubus *dies wheezing*

And his wicked phase did not help At All cause the first thing he did is fucking flirt with his friends oh my god i cANT a freshman is fucking afraid of going near him his reputation is THAT BIG

How long do you think it'd take him to realize that people make these out of the world assumption about him because of his cologne? And the worst part is that he either has to live with his reputation of being a womanizer or tell the whole underworld he's a human

Actually would he be embarrassed to be thought to be an incubus? Cause in the underworld it seems pretty normal but he definitely heard of it's meaning in the human world so how long would it take for the word incubus to have a different meaning? And he'd also need to think of another cover-up cause from what I've seen all succubus/incubus have tails, so he needs a cover up for not having both a tail and a wing

(...wait a second, let me look up something real quick

Azz doesn't have a tail. Amaryllis doesn't have a tail. Clara has a tail. Sabnock has a tail.

No no, that's a hole to slip into another day.)

Anyway, this post went in too many directions so im just..ending it now. Uhh hope my scattered brain wasn't as scattered as it feels

[wishing-stones]

Oh are we not imagining heats?~

Lemme get a general "monsters in heat" headcanon out of the way before I get bombarded ROFL

Most monsters tend to fall either towards a dominant side during heat (Usually comes with heightened aggression and the urge to breed) or a submissive side (Usually fairly placid, but needy and needing to be bred) but some can be reactive to their partner, depending.

As a rule of thumb, everyone generally falls towards the former, but some are reactive.

Monsters have a sort of ambient scent about them that they just kind of... put off. It's much stronger during this time, and is a sort of magical pheromone-- repelling competition and attracting a mate. Like-aligned monsters tend to think they stink (ex. a usually dominant monster encountering a dominant monster in heat) while opposite-aligned monsters thing they smell good.

A regular monster cycle usually happens once every 4 months or so, or 3 times a year. They can attract and repel monsters who aren't in heat, but the general urge is to reproduce. Over time-- and civilizing-- this is mostly a remnant of a more feral bygone era thousands of years ago that hasn't quite been rendered evolutionarily obsolete. Being in heat does not guarantee successful reproduction, as it takes both partners making at a minimum an unconscious desire for a new soul to be made. It consumes magic to do so. Even with human partners, there must be a want.

If a monster encounters their soulmate, their cycles often line up for more success in reproduction-- another thing that hasn't quite been cycled out of basic monster biology.

Annnddd some monsters might notice a change in their reproductive parts around this time-- yet another lingering evolutionary trait-- that are generally designed to help ensure a successful breeding. They also tend to run very hot with all the additional magical hormones and signals running through their body

Things monster heats are not or do not do: -Are not dictated by any omegaverse bs because I don't... understand it, this is a much more basic rundown and I don't really vibe with omegaverse stuff, this is just... general, gender-neutral stuff that blankets all monsters of every kind, since they're all considered the same 'species' and can interbreed regardless of shape. -Do not make the monster unreasonable-- they can get sometimes dangerously aggressive, depending on temperament-- but they aren't going to force themselves on an unwilling partner-- they can't. If a soul does not reciprocate advances, they'll back off and look for someone else. Unresponsive souls will not ever provide offspring. -Extend to partners-- they might feel a little hot and bothered by scent or by the situation in general, but heat will not trigger a heat-- and especially not human partners, who cannot experience heat without artificial induction.

Some monsters dislike dealing with their heats, and so take cycle suppressants, which are essentially monster birth control. They help make heats more manageable and non-disruptive, generally reducing the effects to being annoyingly horny and running slightly warmer than normal. They don't need to be taken consistently, but it's a good idea to start them a week before and continue a week after. These are available to every monster not in their stripes or otherwise of sexual maturity. Daily showers and/or perfume or cologne will help mask the increased scent (also not as powerful if suppressed) and keep other monsters around them level-headed and able to handle their presence.

Heats generally last until there is a 'successful' breeding (eg. that change in reproductive part is used) or for about a week, whichever comes first.

No I don't like lore and worldbuilding, why do you ask?

[angelic-omega]

Omegaverse in real life

Heats = ovulation/hormonal fluctuation cycle

Ruts = caused by heats or naturally occurring depending on biology

Scents = pheromones are subconsciously released and subconsciously all humans react to them

Let’s start off by saying that sex at birth does not dictate what your dynamic is!! I am AFAB and I am an Omega but my fiancé is also AFAB and he is an Alpha! AMAB Omegas also exist!! Intersex Alphas and Omegas certainly exist as well!! I have zero data on them…but they must exist!

Hi I’m Oen and I’ve had heats since I hit puberty! I’m an AFAB genderfluid, Transmasc Omega! My heats are connected to my ovulation cycle! The day before I ovulate I will start my heat and the second day is always the worst because that is the day I am extremely fertile! 12-14 days after the first day of my menstrual cycle I start a heat! After looking through content online involving cis women and their ovulation…I’ve come to the conclusion that heats can last anywhere from two days up into a full week! Typically I see cis women having longer heats that last anywhere from five to seven days!

Plenty of jokes have been made surrounding a woman’s ovulation week and one I feel rings particularly true is the phrase “ravenous vagina”! Coined by comedian Jimmy Carr whom I am not affiliated with! There has been plenty of discussions involving hormonal changes during a cis womans ovulation week…

What we need to consider is that cis women are the majority when it comes to being omegas! However, everyone has a hormonal cycle regardless of sex assigned at birth and menstruation! So it doesn’t matter what’s between your legs essentially what matters is hormones! Since my heats are ovulation based when I went on HRT for about a year and half my heats were irregular and were not as intense! I had a friend who was MTF and upon going onto hormones started getting a rut every two to three months! I had another friend who was MTF who upon going on estrogen started getting monthly heats! My opinion is that heats and ruts are both hormonally based!

Meaning ovulation plays a role in heats but is not a deciding factor when it comes to whether or not someone will get heats! Therefor we can assume people who ovulate are more likely to get heats but they aren’t the only people who get heats! People who ovulate can get ruts and can be Alphas! People who don’t ovulate can get heats! It plays a role yes? However, everyone regardless of sex has a monthly hormonal cycle that affects their behavior! Meaning heats and ruts do happen fairly regularly and if people tracked that sort of thing they would find it followed a pretty consistent pattern!

Now I’d like to discuss scents and other behaviors associated with heats and ruts! First I’d like to preface this by saying for years before I even knew what omegaverse was I would (prior to my heat) get the unstoppable urge to clean! I would get so invested in getting my space cozy and organized that I would achieve things in a very short time span! What would normally take me a few days to complete would take me an hour or so to complete in my pre heat phase! I’ve seen many people in my life exhibit these nesting tendencies! For me I believe nesting is anything that involves creating order prior to a heat! For when I Omegas are in heat they are subjected to total disorganization of thought! Prior to a heat they calm their nerves regarding such loss of control by frantically organizing, rearranging, and redoing their nest. It doesn’t have to be a nest in a traditional sense either! I’ve spent plenty of my pre heats cataloging and rearranging bookshelves or making extensive alphabetized lists and charts!

I don’t think people truly pay too much attention to their own scent unless they are in need of a shower! Here I’ll be discussing natural scents as opposed to chosen scents like perfumes, colognes, and soaps! I have a very good nose and have a truly unique sense of smell I feel! So I do have a bit of an advantage I think when it comes to this section of things! I can smell when someone is sick for example…sickness has a sort of sweet smell depending on the illness! I can also sort of smell things like arousal and menstruation! However, not everyone gives off a clear enough scent for me to fully tell! I will say that in my own experience I have been attracted to someone based on smell and have had peoples scents agree with me in a platonic, romantic, and sexual nature!

From talking with people online and general posts regarding this I feel Omegas are more sensitive to smell! That is likely why I see a correlation between cooking and baking and being an Omega! Not because they belong in a certain sexist role or stereotype but because smell is directly linked to taste so having a better sense of smell will make you a better cook! I do think someone’s scent changes minutely throughout their cycle, especially Omegas in heat! There is also evidence to suggest that when someone is Ovulating they appear more attractive to those around them! Once again, most of the scientific evidence is directly linked and catered to cis women so do not be offput by this fact! I fully believe that all Omegas regardless of ovulation look and smell better during their Heat to attract Alphas!

This brings us into subtle scenting! Ever notice how after cuddling or coitus you smell slightly different? No? Just me and my bloodhound of a nose? Ok! Well in my experience with close proximity to Alphas, Betas, and Omegas my scent does noticeably change after a certain time spent with them! After having sex with any dynamic especially! Lots of things can play a factor but mostly your house, your car, and your bed all mostly have their own smell which is then linked to how you smell! To explain it to those who do not have a freaky Hannibal Lecter nose…

If someone’s house stinks they will stink too! Therefor my scent is something resembling Old books, light musk, and a sort of earthy scent that resembles how the air smells before or after a rain! Whereas my Alpha who liked to sunbathe has a very lush green scent! Very freshly washed you still hold onto that scent because exposure to certain smells over time can seep into your skin! Sort of like how a smoker will smell of smoke even once they have quit! I suppose it’s less you and more your clothing that holds onto the scent but either way your natural scent will mix with the scents around you to crest something entirely unique! In my experience everyone smells slightly different and some scents are more pleasant than others!

If you’d like to better know what you smell like I suggest washing and changing everything in your bed, nest, or den. Then immediately taking a very thorough shower and climbing into your bed, nest, or den completely naked. Sleep like this for a few nights or more and feel free to sweat as much as you’d like. By the end of this time you will have noticed the scent of your detergent or soap fading as it becomes replaced by your own scent! See if you can sniff out the individual notes or if you notice a certain smell coming through over others! I recommend not wearing deodorant or anything that could alter your scent during this time! Anything such as perfumes, colognes, creams, deodorants, body sprays, etc! I will keep this post SFW but I will say along with scent your taste can change with your cycle as well!

Moving on to bonding and claiming which up until recently I believed to be a big load of bullcrap! However, I am not the type to reach out. I am not the type to make moves and I am not the type to start conversations. When I met my fiancé I reached out first, I made moves, I was the one to start the conversation! This was odd on its own but for context we met when I was on the second day of a heat. We have basically been inseparable since then and for the longest time I tried to deny my attraction to them. However, after the third heat with them around I did something I had never done before. I fantasized about them specifically for my entire heat! I fall loosely onto the asexual spectrum where I do not feel attraction towards real people and typically only feel sexual attraction or arousal when A: Feelings are developed or B: I am actively having sex with them to establish a sexual connection! So feeling a strong desire for a real life person whom I had only known for a very short amount of time was insane! The punchline being my fiancé was asexual as well and I have essentially became their libido! (Hi honey I’m talking about our sex life again, sorry not sorry)

I always found myself mildly attracted to people who would chat me online, mainly just enjoying the sexual attention no matter if I was fully attracted to them or not! I found my sexuality was mostly genitalia based and not based on the person at all! Show me your genitals and I would be just a tad bit horny for you and want to do all the things! However, now whenever I receive said messages of genitalia I am repulsed! Reverse possession we like to call it! Where I am actively not comfortable with any sort of advance and am 100% loyal and devoted to my fiancé. Now maybe I was not truly poly before but in the past I have openly been non-monogamous so long as all parties consented! Now I find myself radically monogamous and VERY connected to my Fiancé!

There are things I never had a desire for until we met and to this day near the ends of my heats I crave to have a child together. I have never wanted children, nor do I plan to have children…it is just a desire I have when I think of my Alpha! Anyway, hope this post wasn’t too confusing or too excluding I just wanted to get my thoughts out there!

[sweettoothbadger]

Fluffbuary: 2 - Scent

On multiple occasions I've seen TikToks of girlfriends using a scent pheromone cologne to try to provoke their boyfriends/husbands and it got me thinking.

I assume this ones do not technically just increase the original scent, more like adds up with another one to make it stronger to weak human nose. Though not a scientist here.

But! If the turtles are already good with all of their 5 sences?! (at least, I headcanon, they save most of the "animalistic abilities") It might have the opposite effect.

So, imagine you wanted to try this thing, hoping to have a nice time teasing your fav turtle, but suddenly instead of a warm welcome, the only thing you receive is confusion. From both of you.

He lingers in your orbit for a few hours while you are in the lair, looking like he wants to neglect your personal space bubble like usual, yet with every step you took toward him he seemed to mirror in the opposite direction.

So after observing his hurt face expression, you melted, swallowed your own resentment on such treatment and decided to be a bigger person.

So with some agility obtained over the months of dodging the rowdy turtle boys, you've cornered your loved one to figure this out.

Turns out he is stressed because suddenly you are not you? He can't even properly explain, just it is clear that has no idea, why you smell like that. Usually, when you are sad or angry, that he can tell. When you were in close contact with colleagues from work - also. 

But now, now he just knows something is wrong.

So after some consolation and cuddles while eating the flavoured ice cream he calmed down.

Though you still had to promise not use this cologne ever again.

[unknownmusing]

Torchwood Fanfic: 'The First Tale of the Immortal Storyteller'

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Summary:

Hidden away in a small, undisturbed village located in a valley, a person called Javin Boeshane - a simple, book-keeper and writer, plus Historical Document Collecter - doesn't expect when they went to work that their peaceful, calm life would be shattered by the arrival of.....

....Torchwood and the person called Captain Jack Harkness.

So, begins a series of events all leading to a deep, dark secret which has been buried for some time and waiting to be told.

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Notes:

- An idea that came to mind after watching the last episode of Season 4 of Torchwood, where the learn about the thing called 'The Blessing' - Slight episode diverging, but will be including episode moments etc - Title refers to how Javin records information in Tales which can be spread to generation to generation or be for ones he closely considers family or friends. - In this Cristopf is the Ninth Doctor from parallel universe, where will explain more in further chapters as fic progresses.

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Prologue - 'The Immortal Storyteller'

Location - Scotland, Scottish Highlands - Hidden Alien Refuge Village, Hidden Valley - The Boeshane Cottage - Early Morning

Javin Boeshane's P.O.V:

The steady chime coming from the large Grandfather clock located downstairs in the hallway, brings me out of trying to finish the manuscript for my next book on the typewriter leaning back in my wooden chair to look out the study window at the white, wispy clouds rolling their way across the skyline.

In the place where I live, built for an important purpose is an alien refuge village for various species of aliens who over millennium have chosen to land or crash-land on planet Earth seeking somewhere to survive - away from what has happened to them in their solar systems. 

Precise location of The Boeshane Cottage  - my home - situated above the hidden valley helps in protecting the place from being discovered by UNIT or any other mysterious, hidden organisations who might came to investigate the strange, anomaly they might detect with their equipment or they learn about it from a Witness - referring to ordinary, human beings who accidentally stumbled upon the area, most of them minority being:

Hikers, who'd gotten lost exploring the Highlands; Tourists or Archealogists curious in rumours about a hidden village and finally, UFO Hunters who assisted aliens existed and had spotted some in the Highlands.

Dragging both of my hands down my face, I decide to put the manuscript I've been typing up on hold for now. There is no point in procrastinating over it, when my mind is distracted by something else - probably to do with said 'guest', if he could be called that, staying in the second bedroom of the cottage. 

Pushing my chair back from the study desk, the half-typed manuscript placed in the typewriter waiting to be finished and the blank paper placed to one side, I head out my study to step out onto the top floor landing. 

"Writer's block with the manuscript?" A voice interrupts me, making me turn slightly to face to the source of the voice asking me the question

Seeing my 'guest, Captain John Hart, stepping out of the other bedroom wearing his fashionable crimson miltary, styled jacket - which is not from the 21st Century and more suited to his style - along with his weapons and other stuff. 

Seeing I'm eying the open bedroom door, he closes it behind him - even though I've caught a brief glimpse of the ruffled bedsheets on the bed, clothes scattered about on the bedroom floor and the scent of strong, sex pheromones lingering in the air. 

"You could say that." I reply to his question.

Internally noting 'From his appearance - the well-coiffed hair, a faint scent of shampoo coating his body covered up by a cologne and a slight limp in his step - this indicates last night he had a good time with the person he brought back' until realise he's right beside me, waiting for me to either move or head down the stairs.

Not wanting to hang around on the landing, I turn myself around to descend the stairs with him following close behind me.

Neither of us say much, though no doubt he's itching to ask questions or wants to tell me some important information. 

Reaching the first-floor hallway leading to the front door on my right and kitchen area towards the back, it's a sudden thunk - Dammit, I thought Cristopf had fixed that dodgy step - forcing me to turn slightly to catch him. 

Though I've underestimated the momentum of his combined weight and mine, along with how I've got a foot placed on the second last step to lean myself up to catch him. 

Causing for both of us to fall straight down onto the hallway wooden polished floor to land with a heavy, muffled combined thud. 

"Javin? Hart? Is everything alright? You're not hurt are you?"

Cristopf, I hear calling out to the both of us lying on the wooden, polished hallway floor from the kitchen area, with a muffled, pained groan of "Fuck, why didn't you say about the step. Goddess, this is embarassing that trip up on it again" coming from John. 

Shifting his body to lift himself up off me so I can either get up myself on my own or he can help me get up off the floor. 

Or would have, it hadn't been for him stiffening in a way he's discovered something, his head lifting up to look down at me - in particular where his face had been buried when he fell into my arms - with unexpected, shocked surprise. 

"Everything's fine, Cristopf. John, just tripped on the dodgy step, again." I reply back to him, realising the other man above me is looking downwards at my heaving chest. 

Realising the special binder, holding my breasts flat against my chest to give the illusion I'm male, must have slightly, loosened to reveal the mounds showing underneath my black shirt 

Exposing a secret about myself - the fact, I was 51st Century human who been born male, but had a female body instead and is hiding the fact from people. 

"Does he know?"  John queries, flicking his eyes up to Cristopf, standing by the kitchen doorway followed by back down to me. 

Cristopf must have sensed both of us need some breathing space, so heads back into the kitchen to finish off cooking the breakfast he'd been making, leaving me and John alone. 

My mind debates on what to say him, opening my mouth to speak only to find I really know what to say to him - What can I say? Tell him the truth? Both of us know I can't trust him - with him giving 'Hmm...' getting up off me, holding out his hand bearing the Vortex Manipulator to me.

Taking hold of his right hand, I allow him to haul myself up the wooden, polished hallway floor onto both of my feet leaving me to compose myself. 

"You realise both of you can't hide for long. Soon this very, sweet peaceful life you've built may become shattered, Javin Boeshane."

John states, the back of his knuckle stroking my right cheekbone lightly to soothe me when visibly flinch at his tone of his voice - it's callous of him.

He's right.....He's right. 

Both of us know it. 

It will happen, this sweet, peaceful life I built with Cristopf will be shattered at some point...

But when? 

Now?

A few weeks time?

In the future?

 When.....will...it happen?

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Notes:

- Set before Season 1, Episode 2 Day One which will be worked into next chapter. - This chapter deals with more introducing Javin to Captain Jack and the Torchwood Team

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PART 1 - 'An Ordinary Morning becomes Something Else'

Location - Scotland, Scottish Highlands - Hidden Alien Refuge Village, Hidden Valley - The Boeshane Cottage's Driveway- still Early Morning

"Did John say something to affect you, Javin?"

Cristopf asks, noticing how subdued I'm in not answering his question at first and refusing to look at him because I don't want to admit the truth.

"Just something which irritated me. Nothing to be worried about." I reply to him, unlocking the driver's side to enter the vehicle which use to get to work. Cristopf, wearing his faded jeans, leather jacket and simple, plain green t-shirt underneath steps close to me to place a hand on my waist and other tilt my chin upwards to look at him.

Looking at his gentle, sweet face and those eyes that have seen so many things – Universes forming and dying; life on planets never heard of and so many things that an ordinary human could only imagine – I find myself being pulled into a soothing, reassuring kiss.

Oh, how this reminds me so much of our first kiss we shared.

 I’ve missed this…. Missed his kisses and touch.

For a short time, I become lost in our kissing – lips softly moving against each-other’s and his hands moving to hold me closer to him like he’s afraid to let go of me in case I disappear from him. �� until both of us pull back, one hand moving off my waist to stroke my cheekbone lightly with his thumb.

“I better…. umm….head off…” I state to him, breaking the tender moment between us, slipping into the driver’s seat and leaving him to close the driver’s door for me giving a look of ‘Will talk later about this.”

Stepping back to allow me to start the engine, where driving down the gravel driveway look at his reflection in the wingmirror getting smaller and smaller until turn to take the winding road out of the hidden valley to reach the M6.

Due to the trip to get Cardiff taking precisely 9hrs 39 minutes and distance is about 882km, I would have time to mull over stuff that been swirling it’s way around my head during my journey to the city.

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Location – Mermaid Quay, Cardiff Bay – The Boeshane Bookshop – Mid-Morning

Javin Boeshane’s P.O.V:

Hanging up my leather black great-coat on the wooden coat-hanger, I begin to open my Bookshop called The Boeshane Bookshop by going around checking the light sconces are working – it was old Historic building so the electricity wires still held hints of the past – and the small kitchen behind the counter is well-stocked and finally, stepping out onto the Mermaid Quay overlooking Cardiff Bay to pull the shutters covering the windows up.

Outside people are going about their daily lives: school children heading to school; mothers pushing prams or walking with their child or children; teenagers talking amongst themselves, listening to music or on their phone texting or scrolling through social media.

Un-padlocking the first shutters, I go to push one of them up or would have if it weren’t for someone knocking over me with such impact, I fall onto the pavement seeing a person wearing a blue RAF great over-coat chasing something with another person following close behind them.

“Fuck, bloody idiot. A bit of warning…. next time…” I swear out, trying to haul myself up using the flowerboxes on the window for stabilisation only to cry out when one of my leg’s gives out on me drawing the attention of people passing and two other people.

“I apologise. He’s a bit of a handful.” The medical-type person of the two people helping me up from the pavement to back into my bookshop over to red leather high-backed chair to sit down. A heavy wince forms on my features, bones which have shattered beginning to quickly heal due to my immortal healing factor is kicking in.

“Handful? More like menace. You do know there’s law about running about like that.” I grit out, seeing the woman I’ve overheard being called ‘Gwen’ heading into the kitchen-area behind the bookshop counter to get a glass of water.

“Well, uhhh…..he’s in a hurry…” the medical-type man states, his eyes studiously avoiding looking at me and hiding what he nearly about to say in case his colleague overhears him. “Now, can I see your leg. I need to make sure nothing is broken…What!?....I’m a medically trained professional.”

He begins to protest at me, while tries to check my leg, when I place my hand on his to push it off not wanting him to discover it’s already healed – though albeit still sore.

“It’s fine. I have a partner who can look over it.” I state at him, using the armrests of the red leather high-backed chair to haul myself up seeing how he gets up as well – it seems he only comes up to my chin – with a glare on that harsh, yet vulnerable face – Something happened to him. He shows on his face a haunted look of someone who’s experienced loss of a loved one. – and arms crossing over his chest.

Going to the kitchen-area, the bell above the shop-bell indicates someone else coming in a reflection in an ornate mirror embedded into the wall shows they are an older man wearing a RAF blue or grey greatcoat with a younger man wearing a suit beside them.

“Owen, is everything alright? We lost sight of the Wee….ummm, Pickpocket.” He asks the medical-professional, correcting his sentence when gets an elbow in the ribs by the young man in the suit making ‘Owen’ grumble something under his breath.

“Stubborn patient refusing help you mean.” Owen – He reminds me of her so much, right down to the mannerisms and look – replies, not really answering the question asked by his ‘Boss-man’ who comes up him with the ex-policewoman Gwen, appearing at the doorway of the kitchen-area going to interject with something.

Hmm, interesting team ‘Blue/grey greatcoat’ has brought together. One, stubborn and medically trained and hints may have done the danse macabre; the female Gwen an ex-policewoman by her stature and presence and other looking like he’s some kind of archivist.

Blue/grey greatcoat must have noted I’m taking in his team’s appearance, because he steps in front of the young man in the suit to block him from my line of sight. Pursing my lips, I brush past Gwen to go into the kitchen-area taking the glass of water off her to bring up to my lips to take a sip – one taste telling me what’s been placed in it.

“Next time you try and drug me, use a better memory replacement sedative.” I tell her, seeing how she looks at me with her widened, panicked eyes at my words with myself moving to go over to the sink where go to pour what’s in the glass down the kitchen sink to get rid of the contaminated water.

A hand grabbing hold of my wrist holding it tightly, makes me stiffen at it. I decide not to turn my face to look at the ‘Boss-man’ keeping myself looking at the calendar where important events are dated hearing him commanding one of his teammates.

“Gwen, lock the front door.” Blue/grey greatcoat orders, his hand moving to my trouser pocket for the key it makes me slap it away first, using my other hand to slap him across the face or would of if it hadn’t for his name being called out.

“JACK, LOOK OUT!!?”

My whole body goes completely numb, forcing me to wrench free from ‘Jack’ allowing the glass of water I’ve been holding still to fall onto the polished kitchen-area floor with a tinkling smash I only distantly hear.

It’s not possible!!!? He cannot be!!!? He can’t be…..Jaketh-Javic Piotr Thane, my sibling!!!?

Memories flood into my head, overwhelming me so much it’s like a dam which holds back tonnes of water breaking apart to allow torrent of water to cascade down into the valley below, swamping everything in it’s destructive path.

“Hey, we’re not going to kill you. Listen to me, we’re not going kill you.” A voice breaks through the haze of rushing water, forcing me to lift my head up to look straight at the very concerned face of my sibling, Jack/Jaketh-Javic’s face.

His team-mates who have come into the kitchen area are looking at me with various signs of concern written on their face – one protective; another medically trained and one empathic by the way he’s trembling at the doorway – with Owen, checking my pulse.

I try to speak, but the rush of water within my head begins to get louder again it blocks out everything around me.

My body must be seizing uncontrollably because can distantly feel someone's hands wrapping around me to stop my body thrashing about until finally the distinct prick of a needle silences the water, allowing me to go limp in the arms of the person holding me.

Maybe for the better.

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[comiiical]

Mitchell has a natural pheromone secretion that is enticing to "modern" human kind. Much like his whole species, when approaching normal humans he smells satisfying for everyone regardless of colognes, deodorants or perfumes that he could use. This is because he is genetically 'superior' and the brain identifies him as a potential partner for great offsprings, causing most people to have a positive disposition in his presence.

In addition, he can use his power to seduce anyone independently of gender or sexuality.

[forenerblog]

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Combine with Positive Body Language: Smile and maintain eye contact—these actions enhance the impact of your pheromone scent.

Stay Confident: A confident attitude boosts the effectiveness of any pheromone scent, helping you project charisma naturally.

How to Know If Your Pheromone Scent is Working

The effects of pheromone scents can be subtle, so observe how people react to you. Do they seem more interested in conversations? Are people standing a bit closer to you? These small cues can be signs that your pheromone scent is working its magic.

Myths About Pheromone Scents

There’s a lot of misinformation about pheromone perfumes. Let’s debunk a few myths:

Myth 1: Pheromones Are Instant Love Potions Pheromones can increase attraction, but they’re not a guarantee of instant chemistry.

Myth 2: Pheromones Are Only for Men Both men and women can benefit from pheromone scents. Attraction and charisma are universal!

Myth 3: Pheromone Perfumes Work on Everyone Different people respond differently to pheromones. Results can vary based on individual chemistry.

Real-Life Benefits of Using Pheromone Scents

Many people report feeling more confident and noticing positive reactions when using pheromone perfumes. They can make social interactions smoother and enhance how you connect with others. While they don’t guarantee instant attraction, pheromone scents can be a useful tool for boosting personal magnetism.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Are pheromone perfumes safe to use? A: Yes, they’re generally safe. However, check ingredients if you have sensitive skin.

Q: How long does a pheromone scent last? A: Most pheromone perfumes last 4-6 hours. Reapply as needed for all-day effect.

Q: Can I layer pheromone perfumes with other fragrances? A: Yes, layering can create a unique scent while preserving the pheromone’s effects.

Conclusion: Embracing Your Charisma

Pheromone scents offer a unique way to enhance your natural appeal, helping you project confidence, warmth, or approachability. By choosing the right scent, applying it thoughtfully, and pairing it with positive body language, you can take control of your personal charisma. Ready to boost your magnetism? Give pheromone perfumes a try and experience the power of an invisible, yet undeniable, charm.

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NanoGenesis: Ever After

Name: Ever After

Type: Mutation

Brand: Angel Skin

Ability: allows the user to release pheromones that can let them smell however they want.

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Disclaimer: Ever After is not a deterrent for showers you still need to wash and hydrate your body at least once a day. Ever After can be used to create pheromones that will hypnotize or even seduce other humans. If you commit such a crime Angel Skin will not defend you if a legal lawsuit is placed against you. In fact, Angel Skin will sue you as well for using our products for criminal acts. With every purchase you agree that Angel Skin is not liable for any illegal acts you may commit and understand that Ever After is not a cure all against hygiene.