#perfumes sparingly

[everybodyloveshippos]

now im thinking about artemis gifting jarlaxle perfume,,,

[stumblngrumbl]

there's only scented laundry soap here so i put the washer on a double rinse cycle

[chervbs]

emily prentiss who’s gone over 30 years of her life believing she was a straight woman. she’s had boyfriends and lovers and hookups that all satisfied her sex drive for this long, why would she ever think to feel any different?

emily prentiss who meets you on your first day as a profiler and can’t seem to figure out why your beauty stops her in her tracks. all women are beautiful and she can acknowledge when someone is. Right?

emily prentiss who can’t help but follow you with her eyes anytime you’re in her near vicinity. she catches herself admiring the shape of your body, the curve of your hips, the outline of the lace your bra is made out of showing through the fabric of your shirts. she mentally curses penelope the day she very considerately lets you know it’s visible.

emily prentiss feels lightheaded every time you walk by her and your perfume wafts through her nostrils. The scent subtle but so undeniably you that it’s almost intoxicating to inhale. she asks you what it is later and buys a bottle, using it sparingly when she doesn’t see you for a few days.

emily prentiss who asks jj what it feels like to fall in love, only to be described in detail everything she’s felt in the months since you joined the bau.

emily prentiss who’s self aware enough to realize that maybe she likes women. or maybe she just likes you. either way it sends her into an existential crisis to have a part of her identity revealed to her so late in her life.

emily prentiss who’s, at first, harmless crush evolves into pining for any kind of attention from you. she can feel her pale cheeks grow hot whenever you compliment her, or hug her, or hold her hand, or lean your head on her shoulder.

emily prentiss who needs to pull her head out of her ass and realize that you’ve loved her since the moment you locked eyes. but it’s kind of fun seeing the most headstrong woman you know melt like putty in your hands. if she doesn’t make a move soon, you might have to take matters into your own hands.

[lilasamaaa]

In the crowd | Carlos Sainz x Reader

Genres | Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

Word count | 3.6K.

Warnings | Alcohol consumption, drugs, mentions of violence.

Summary | Reader's an engineer at Scuderia Ferrari in Maranello. While attending the season's launch party, her drink gets spiked.

Author's Note | Hi all! After the longest time, I've felt the need to come back here for some silly writing. New blog because the last one got cringe. Let me know what you think!

One might think that after two years within the scuderia, the season’s launch parties would make her less uneasy. That after two years of being apart of the engineering team, she would finally be used to attending public gatherings. That after two years, she’d be a natural at walking in the open, feeling the glances slide over her figure. She is stunningly beautiful. Perhaps that's her burden. She doesn't realize it. 

When she walks across the paddock or the stands, she knows people are staring at her. She avoids meeting their gazes, feeling embarrassed. She thinks there must be something wrong with her outfit, with her gait. Why else would they stare for so long?

In Maranello, there’s a bakery at the corner of the HQ building where she stops every morning. The cashier always offers her something extra. A coffee. An additional pastry. She finds him polite, very customer-oriented. One morning, as she was freeing her croissant from the paper napkin it was wrapped in, she’d discovered a phone number scrawled in pen ink, with a hastily drawn smiley face. She’d stared at the napkin, perplexed, seated at her desk. He must have made a mistake, she thinks. It must have been meant for the customer before her. The one with the beautiful blonde curls and the Chanel perfume. She didn't call, didn't send a message. She continued to visit the bakery. The cashier never mentioned the number, proving her theory.

Someone brushing past her brings her back to earth. The party is in full swing, and she’s just not. She spots her colleagues bustling around the buffet and the bar, engrossed in lively conversations. While some don't even notice her, others wave their hands, encouraging her to join them. She forces a smiles, returns the wave. Then she tightens her grip around her clutch. Anything to make her feel like she’s in control. To make her forget that the music’s too loud, the lights too vibrant, the air too hot. 

She doesn't remember ever feeling comfortable in her body. Years of growing up in an unstable family where love was doled out sparingly do that to a person. 

"Hey," comes a familiar voice. She turns her head, her big eyes catching sight of Livio’s, one of her colleagues. "Are you not dancing?" he continues, a drink in hand. His whiskey breath hits her straight on. She discreetly glances at her watch, noting that it's barely nine.

"I haven't had enough to drink for that," she replies, trying to dodge the invitation.

"Let's go get you something then," Livio responds, grabbing her arm and heading towards the bar.

She's noticed that men always do that with her. Not just her colleagues, but people she doesn't know either. She's too kind, too gentle; she never raises her voice. So they grab her by the hips, the arms, the wrists. Anything is an excuse to touch her. She hates it.

"What do you want?" Livio asks.

Nothing, really, but she can't say that.

"Something sweet, please. I don't like strong alcohol," she replies. Livio seems to ponder her question for a second, his mouth pursed.

"I have something for you to try, wait," he continues, signaling to the bartender. "You're going to like it, don't worry."

A few seconds later, a glass of Plymouth is placed in front of her, and she looks up at Livio. Does he think I've never tasted gin in my life? she wonders, puzzled. She would like to refuse the drink, ask for the cherry liqueur she discovered last time indeed. But already, Livio has grabbed her glass and hands it to her with a big smile. "Salute," he exclaims, downing his own glass in one gulp.

Cries and applause suddenly echo in the large reception hall, causing her to turn her head. It takes her a few minutes to understand the reason for this sudden commotion. Until she sees them, a few meters away.

Charles and Carlos.

Her eyes can't seem to tear away from the two pilots making their way through the crowd to a small stage where a microphone is set up. It's tradition : to kick off the season in style, the entire team eagerly awaits the drivers' speeches. Everyone wants to hear their words, their encouragements, their hopes and goals for the season.

A friend once asked her if she knew Charles and Carlos personally. She can't really say yes. That would be a lie. She's exchanged words with each of the athletes before, giving them information about the race, their car, and the expected weather. These exchanges have always been brief and cordial. Professional. Nothing more.

Even though... No, she thinks, lightly shaking her head. That was nothing. But still...

It had happened just before the race in Singapore, last year.

A friend from engineering school had moved there at the beginning of the year, and they had agreed to meet for dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city. It was an opportunity to reminisce about the years spent at Polytechnique, studying (a bit), suffering (a lot), and getting drunk (a whole lot).

She had chosen a long emerald green silk dress, slit up to mid-thigh. The perfect balance between classy and sexy. She had no intention of charming her companion - notoriously attracted to men, anyway - but this meal was the perfect excuse to leave her eternal Ferrari jumpsuits for something more feminine.

In the long corridor leading to the elevator, she'd suddenly felt on a catwalk, letting herself get caught up in the moment and rolling her hips perhaps a tad too exaggeratedly. The person emerging from the corner at the far end of the corridor surprised her, but not enough to disrupt her stride, her heels clicking against the floor.

She had recognized him immediately, of course.

Dressed in a simple fitted black polo and a pair of dark jeans, his eyes had not left hers throughout their crossing. When the two had finally reached the same level, she'd breathed out a small "Good evening, Carlos," suddenly insecure about everything. Her outfit. Her gait. The messy bun revealing her neck. The cleavage leaving no room for a bra and showing the beginning of her breasts.

He had passed her, nodding in acknowledgment, and each had continued on their way. She was certain... No, almost certain, that she had dreamt the words that had followed.

"That's one lucky guy."

Yes, she was almost certain she had dreamt it. Watching the Spaniard in the distance take hold of the microphone and tap it gently to check the connections, she became increasingly convinced. There was no chance that this man, chiseled from marble, could have noticed her. Desired her.

His accent echoes throughout the room, and she instinctively closes her eyes, as if bathed in the gentle sun of Madrid. She's not listening - not really - only catching words here and there. "Truly an honor," "Very impressed by your efforts," "Promising changes." But her mind is elsewhere, between Maranello and Singapore, tethered to the memory that makes her lower abdomen tingle in the sweetest of ways.

"And now, it's time to celebrate!" Carlos says as the room erupts with joy and anticipation.

"Earth to you?" comes a much less pleasant voice than the one that has just quieted down.

"I'm sorry, what?" she says, returning her attention to Livio.

"Oh, wow, you've got to be kidding me. Is it just me, or are you completely absorbed by this guy?" Livio replies, his mouth twisted in a grimace.

"Who?" she asks, genuinely confused.

"Sainz. You were hanging on his every word."

"I just think it's nice that they're giving an encouraging speech. Both of them," she explains, avoiding the Italian's gaze.

"Yeah, okay. Should we get another drink?" he asks, taking hold of her arm again.

She wants to protest. She can still taste the gin at the back of her mouth. It can't have been more than twenty minutes since her first drink. But Livio is already almost dragging her behind him, clearly determined not to let her escape tonight. And once again, that hand locks around her arm. Firm. Not open to discussion. She feels something almost territorial in the gesture, something that strongly displeases her, so she vows to mention it to Livio. Someday. Not tonight.

This time, he doesn't even pretend to care about what she wants to drink, ordering two whiskies straight away. She hates it. The taste, the look, what this alcohol does to her mind and body. But Livio has already slipped two bills to the bartender, and a moment later, the amber liqueur lands in her right hand.

While her drinking companion is already tilting his head back, clearly unaware that this type of alcohol is to be savored and not downed in one go, she observes the glass, intrigued by the few bubbles that are forming on the surface. I had no idea whiskey could do that, she thinks before bringing the liquid to her lips.

A few minutes later, she's managed to shake off Livio by claiming she needed to use the restroom. She crosses paths with Carlos walking in the other direction, maybe three people ahead of her, but he doesn't notice her.

In front of the restroom mirror, touching up her lipstick, her focus changes as she sees a drop of sweat trickle down her temple and slide slowly onto her cheek. I'm rather cold, though, she thinks, almost suppressing a shiver. Her head suddenly feels very light. She blames the alcohol. Putting her lipstick back in her clutch and tucking a strand of hair that threatened to escape from her bun, she pushes the restroom door open again, bracing herself to face the social world once more.

Passing by the buffet, a wave of nausea washes over her, forcing her to stop for a few seconds, leaning against the table and closing her eyes.

"I thought it was you," echoes the sunny accent in her ears. With her eyes still closed, she wishes their new encounter, one that she'd admit she's dreamed about, had happened differently. At a better time. A time when she wasn't battling a fierce urge to throw up.

"Are you okay?" Carlos inquires, raising his hand as if to support her but stopping halfway.

She takes a few seconds to push the unpleasant sensations from her body as far away as possible before lifting her head, opening her eyes, and being rewarded with the exquisite sight of his luscious hair and amber eyes.

"Hi," she manages to utter in a faint voice. "Great speech," she continues, still leaning against the table.

"You look pale," the driver responds, looking concerned.

The words escape her lips before they even reach her brain. She regrets them instantly. Something inside her just give way, like a dam.

"Sorry. I must have looked better in Singapore," she says.

Carlos widens his eyes, surprised, before letting out an awkward laugh.

"Sorry for staring at you like that, that night. You were... Well, you are...," he continues, seeming to search for his words.

She would so love to hear the rest, to know what he was going to say. But dizziness seizes her, and she feels herself tipping against the table. Well, almost, because suddenly, an arm wraps around her waist, pressing her against a chest that, yes, she's also dreamed about several times. But not like this. Not in this state.

"Hey," Carlos says, his voice tinged with worry.

"I'm so sorry, this never happens to me. I must have had one drink too many, I—"

"I saw you at the bar not even ten minutes ago," the Spaniard continues. "No alcohol hits you that fast. Not even shots."

"I'm fine," she says, and the pilot understands that she's saying it not only to reassure him but herself as well. And, as if the words had commanded it, the fog in her mind dissipates a bit. Enough for her to gently detach herself from the pilot, finding her balance on her own two feet again. She'd like to take advantage of this newfound clarity to keep the Spaniard close to her. Him, that she never crosses paths with, whom she never speaks to, and yet who appeals to her so much.

But Charles arrives. He smiles at her, asks if she's okay, if she's enjoying the evening, and oh, "I'll borrow him for a moment, I'm so sorry, sponsors, you know," and oh, once again, she finds herself alone at the buffet, watching the two men walk away, Carlos still watching her as he reluctantly retreats.

"I was beginning to think he'd never leave," Livio says, leaning against the buffet, his hip brushing against hers.

She wants to scream. Oh, how badly she wants to.

Sensing that she's not going to respond, the Italian tries his luck again.

"Should we dance? You seem intoxicated enough, now."

She doesn't even have time to respond before her colleagues guides her onto the dance floor, eagerly pressing his body against hers. His breath, previously tinged with whiskey, now betrays hints of tequila. The guy never has enough, she thinks, twirling reluctantly.

And there it goes again. The nausea, the queasiness. Spinning her around like a puppet doesn't help, she tells herself. She comes to a halt, cutting off Livio's momentum, causing some dancing couples to narrowly avoid colliding with them. Feeling vulnerable, she tries to get away, to seek refuge elsewhere. But her wrist is once again trapped.

"You don't look well. Come on, let's get you some fresh air," Livio says, heading towards one of the large glass doors.

She's often been described as naive by her loved ones. She believes that the whole world means well towards her, never suspects anyone of ill intentions. She would even say about herself that she has no instincts, let alone survival instincts. No sense of danger. Yet, perhaps for the first time in her life, something deep inside her is screaming not to follow the man. Her signals are on alert. Everything is flashing red in her mind. For her, it's a first. So, without thinking, without worrying about offending her colleague, she acts.

"I don't need to go outside," she says, trying to free herself from his grasp. She's sweating. She feels the unpleasant sensation of a thin layer of dampness creeping over her neck, her back, her hands.

Her feeble resistance is no match for Livio's strength, as he pulls her outside despite her protests. The music is too loud for anyone to hear their altercation. Divided between the buffet, the bar, and the dance floor, no one pays attention to this mismatched couple, to the determined man dragging a struggling woman behind him.

The door closes heavily behind them, stifling the sounds of the party, captured on the other side. It's cold outside, she feels it because her whole body shivers. But she, who was cold just a short while ago, feels like she's boiling. She raises her hand to her forehead, wiping away another bead of sweat that's formed between her eyebrows. What's happening to me? she thinks internally, troubled. Alcohol has never put her in such a state before.

"I'm so glad I ran into you tonight," Livio begins, either oblivious or indifferent to the young woman's condition.

She doesn't respond, feeling her head spinning, leaning against the wall behind her, gasping to try to catch her breath. Trying to control the burning heat that's engulfing her body.

"You look really beautiful tonight. Quite a change from the work overalls, huh!" the man continues.

She's not exactly sure at what moment he slipped between her legs, facing her, just a few centimeters from her face. But he's there, too close, forcing her to turn her head to the side to avoid his gaze - and his alcohol-laden breath.

"I said, you look really beautiful tonight," Livio says. "Are you not going to say anything?"

"What do you expect me to say to that?" she says, jaw clenched.

"Do you find me attractive?" the man asks, meeting her gaze.

The warning signals reappear along with the nausea. She barely has time to push the man away and lean to the side before emptying her stomach inches away from his feet. The naivety stops there. The pieces of the puzzle fall into place, realization hitting her painfully.

"What did you do to me?" she asks, her knees giving way under her weight, sending her crashing to the ground. He sneers, rolling his eyes, as she crawls a few meters, trying to put some distance between them. She's now sitting on the ground, her back to the wall.

"What? What are you talking about?" the Italian replies, offended.

"Did you put something in my drink?" she asks again.

"Come on, now. I've been helping you ever since you said you weren't feeling well. What kind of monster do you think I am?"

For a moment, her colleague's wounded look makes her seriously doubt herself. Maybe it really is just the alcohol, she thinks, trying to calm her racing mind. After all, why would someone deliberately choose to harm her? Why jump to that conclusion? Livio has always been charming. A bit clingy, but charming.

"I'm sorry for implying that. I'm gonna head back inside," she says, trying to stand up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Livio answers, pushing her back down.

"What? why?" she asks, surprised.

"It wouldn't be very wise to parade in front of your colleagues and superiors in such a poor state," the Italian begins, his tone almost mocking. "It really doesn't give a good impression of you. It's not very professional."

"I haven't done anything, just had a few drinks," she responds, annoyed. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"You're so wasted you can't even stand. At a work event. Do you want to get fired or something?"

She opens her mouth to speak, to defend herself, but no words come out. She can't seem to figure out if Livio is with her or against her anymore. His words are harsh, aggressive, but deep down, the engineer probably isn't wrong. She struggled to secure a position here, at Ferrari. Even though she believes herself to be fairly skilled at her job and puts in long hours, there are hundreds of others doing the same work as her every day. And hundreds more who could replace her if the need arose.

She's not indispensable. She's not even that good at speaking Italian, having always had more ease in English or in French, even though she spends the majority of her evenings reading books in the language. She's just a tiny cog in the machine. She thinks about Carlos, too. What would he think, seeing me stumbling in the middle of the dance floor like a mad woman?

"Let me drive you home," Livio says, extending his hand. "Spare you the embarrassment."

She hadn't realized how tired she was. The offer is rather tempting. Getting back to her apartment, her cat, her bed. Above all, escaping the crowd. Forgetting this evening. Forgetting whatever she thought there was with Carlos, too, while she's at it. As a stronger wave of sleep washes over her, she temporarily closes her eyes.

"Come on," he says. "Let's get you in the car."

After her brain, her legs refuse to cooperate too. Her body barricades itself, trying to keep her firmly sheltered. Losing patience, Livio hoists her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She wants to protest against the position she finds herself in. That's so unladylike. Her last few connected neurons grapple over strange thoughts. I hope nobody sees my underwear, she thinks before her brain disconnects once again.

She's so far gone, yet the next words sound crystal-clear in her ears.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Sounds like Carlos, she thinks, delirious.

"What does it look like to you? I'm bringing her home. She's wasted," she hears, and she thinks it might be Livio, because she feels his body shaking with each words.

"There's no way I'm letting you leave with her. Put her down."

"Yeah? So you can have your way with her?"

"No, so I can punch you in the fucking face," the accent-thick voice shouts.

She must have passed out for good because she doesn't remember anything else. When she wakes up next, which feels like an eternity later, she's sitting against a wall, this time indoors, wrapped in a golden emergency blanket. There's no more music. Opening one eye, then the next, she's met with Carlos' brown ones. She tries to speak but her mouth feels dry. The Spaniard hands her a glass of water, helping her bring it to her lips.

"I somehow managed to look even worse," she jokes, reminiscing their earlier encounter.

"The paramedics have just arrived. They're going to take you to the hospital for a check-up," he says and she nods.

"Thank you, Carlos," she replies.

"I haven't done the half of what I would have wanted," he says, regret filling his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"This has to be the worst timing ever, but I... I actually wanted to ask you out, before Charles interrupted us and before, well... this," he says, gesturing around them.

He doesn't see it, but hidden under the blanket, she pinches her arm. Hard. Just to make sure she won't wake up a second time. Seeing that nothing changes, she lets out a little laugh.

"If you wanted me to wear that silky green dress, I'm so sorry, but I ruined it in the washer."

"You can wear a garbage bag for all I care," Carlos replies, looking at her fondly. "You'll still stand out in the crowd."

[theambitiouswoman]

Hygiene tips

Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water for at least 20 seconds, especially before eating, after using the restroom, after coughing or sneezing, and after touching public surfaces.

Carry a hand sanitizer with you. Make sure the sanitizer contains at least 60% alcohol and rub it over your hands until dry.

When coughing or sneezing, cover your mouth and nose with a tissue or your elbow to prevent the spread of germs. Dispose of used tissues immediately.

Refrain from touching your eyes, nose, and mouth as much as possible, as these are entry points for germs into your body.

Take showers or baths regularly to keep your body clean and fresh. Use soap and water to thoroughly cleanse your body, paying attention to areas like armpits, feet, and groin.

Brush your teeth at least twice a day for two minutes each time, using fluoride toothpaste. Don't forget to clean your tongue, and replace your toothbrush every three to four months.

Keep your nails short and clean to prevent the buildup of dirt and bacteria. Use a nail brush to scrub under your nails regularly.

Regularly clean and disinfect frequently touched surfaces in your home, such as doorknobs, light switches, countertops, and electronics. Also, keep your living space well-ventilated.

Wash your clothes, bed linens, and towels regularly, following the manufacturer's instructions. Use the appropriate water temperature and detergent to ensure proper cleanliness.

Avoid sharing personal items like towels, razors, toothbrushes, or makeup.

Practice good food hygiene by washing fruits and vegetables thoroughly before consumption. Cook food to the appropriate temperature to kill harmful bacteria, and refrigerate leftovers promptly.

Keep your surroundings clean: Regularly clean and disinfect commonly touched surfaces such as doorknobs, light switches, phones, keyboards, and remote controls. This helps eliminate germs that may be present on these surfaces.

Maintain clean and healthy feet: Keep your feet clean and dry to prevent fungal infections. Wash your feet regularly, dry them thoroughly (especially between the toes), and wear clean socks and well-fitting shoes.

Ensure that the water you use for drinking, cooking, and personal hygiene is clean and safe. If necessary, use water filters or boil the water before use.

If possible, use a shower filter.

If you are sexually active, use barrier methods (such as condoms) to protect yourself from sexually transmitted infections. Get regular check-ups and screenings as recommended by healthcare professionals.

Take care of your mental well-being by managing stress, getting enough sleep, engaging in regular physical activity, and seeking support when needed. Good mental health is essential for overall well-being.

Sleep with aloe vera on your face to help with scars and acne.

Massage your body with oils and lotions after shower or before bed.

Eat greek yogurt to help fix PH balance, acne and odor in your private area.

Wear cotton based underwear.

Do not treat your body like a trashcan.

To smell good during the day:

Regular bathing helps remove sweat, dirt, and odor-causing bacteria from your body.

Apply antiperspirant or deodorant to clean, dry underarms to control sweat and odor.

You can also use baking soda and lemon to get rid of under arm odor.

Put on freshly laundered clothes each day. Clean clothing helps prevent the buildup of odor-causing bacteria and keeps you smelling fresh.

When choosing clothes, opt for natural fibers like cotton or linen, which allow air to circulate and help wick away moisture from your body. Avoid synthetic materials that can trap sweat and lead to unpleasant odors.

Brush your teeth at least twice a day, floss daily, and use mouthwash to maintain fresh breath. Don't forget to clean your tongue as well.

Apply a pleasant fragrance, such as perfume or cologne, sparingly. Avoid excessive application, as it can be overwhelming to others. Focus on pulse points like the wrists, neck, or behind the ears.

Keep your feet clean and dry to prevent foot odor. Wash your feet daily, dry them thoroughly (especially between the toes), and wear clean socks and well-ventilated shoes.

Regularly brush your tongue, as it can harbor bacteria and contribute to bad breath. Visit your dentist regularly for check-ups and cleanings.

Drink plenty of water throughout the day to flush out toxins from your body. Staying hydrated can help prevent the buildup of odors.

Certain foods, such as garlic, onions, and spicy dishes, can contribute to body odor. Pay attention to your diet and make choices that minimize strong odors if you are concerned about smelling good.

Keep a small travel-sized deodorant, wet wipes, or refreshing body spray with you to freshen up during the day, especially in hot or humid weather.

Ensure your clothes, towels, and bed linens are washed regularly. Use a detergent with a fresh scent to keep them smelling clean.

Spray perfume on your brush or use natural oils that are safe for your hair.

Wipe front to back to avoid infections. Use toilet paper then wipes.

moisturize your skin.

When washing your hair, make sure you are using products that clean your hair without drying it out.

Keep feminine wipes with you.

[estellan0vella]

Pretty Poison ❀ Sukuna

Masterlist

The air in your apothecary shop is heavy with the mingling scents of herbs and flowers, a delicate tapestry of nature's bounty carefully cultivated over the years. Rows of jars line the walls, each filled with meticulously labelled ingredients. You stand behind the counter, hands deftly working on your latest concoction, the mortars and pestles and vials before you mere extensions of yourself.

Your knowledge of herbs and poisons is unparalleled, a skill honed through necessity and passion. You've built a reputation not just as an apothecary, but as a savior for women trapped in the chains of oppressive marriages. The elixirs you craft, disguised as perfumes, are sought after, whispered about in hushed tones by those who need them most.

The door to your shop creaks open, and you glance up to see a woman enter, her eyes darting nervously. You recognize her as a regular customer, one who has been slowly building the courage to take the final step. You offer her a reassuring smile, and she relaxes slightly, making her way to the counter.

"Good afternoon," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Good afternoon, Hana," you reply, keeping your tone calm and gentle. "What can I help you with today?"

Hana takes a deep breath, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening. "I... I need another vial of the elixir. The one you gave me last time."

You nod, understanding her unspoken plea. "Of course. Give me a moment."

You turn to the shelves behind you, selecting a small, ornate bottle filled with your infamous pretty poison. The scent of jasmine and rose wafts from it as you hand it to her, the fragrance masking the deadly poison within.

"Use it sparingly," you advise, your eyes meeting hers. "A few drops are all it takes."

She nods, her grip on the bottle tightening. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."

You watch her leave, a sense of satisfaction mingling with the weight of the responsibility you bear. Each woman you help is a victory, a life saved from misery, but the danger is always present. You know that if you're caught, the consequences would be dire.

As you return to your work, you feel a familiar presence behind you. You don't need to turn around to know who it is. The air around you seems to thrum with energy, a potent mix of power and danger that can only belong to one person.

"Ryo," you say, a smile tugging at your lips. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

His laugh is a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Do I need a reason to visit my lovely wife?"

You finally turn to face him, taking in the sight of him lounging against the door frame, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker. Despite his fearsome reputation, there's a softness in his gaze when he looks at you, a rare tenderness that few ever see.

"Not at all," you reply, walking over to him. "But you usually have one."

He straightens, stepping towards you and taking your hand in his. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the raw power that radiates from him. "I heard about your latest... creation," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours. "It's causing quite a stir."

You nod, not surprised that he knows. Sukuna has always had his ways of gathering information. "These women need help, and I can provide it."

He tilts his head, studying you. "And what about you? Who helps you?"

You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I have you, don't I?"

His expression softens, and he leans into your touch. "Always."

The two of you stand there for a moment, the world outside your shop fading away. In his presence, you feel safe, protected. It's a rare feeling in a world that can be so harsh and unforgiving.

But the moment is fleeting. Duty calls, and you both know it. Sukuna releases your hand, stepping back. "I have to go. There are things I need to take care of."

You nod, understanding. "Be careful."

He smirks, the dangerous glint returning to his eyes. "Always am."

With that, he's gone, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he appeared. You watch the door for a moment before returning to your work, the memory of his touch lingering on your skin.

As the day turns into night, the flow of customers slows to a trickle. You light a few candles, their soft glow casting comforting shadows around the room. Just as you're about to close up for the night, the door creaks open once more.

This time, it's not a frightened woman seeking escape, but a man with a desperate look in his eyes. He approaches the counter, his movements jittery and anxious.

"Are you the apothecary?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I am," you reply cautiously. "What do you need?"

He glances around nervously before leaning in. "I need something strong. Something that can... end things quickly."

Your heart sinks. This isn't the first time a man has come to you seeking poison, but it never gets easier. "I don't sell that kind of elixir," you say firmly.

"Please," he begs, his eyes wide and pleading. "I have no other choice."

You shake your head. "I'm sorry. I can't help you."

Your refusal is met with a flash of rage in the man's eyes. His desperation boils over, and before you can react, he lunges at you, knocking over jars and scattering their contents across the floor.

You stumble back, crashing into the shelves behind you, but you quickly regain your footing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you scramble for a weapon, your mind racing through the array of deadly concoctions at your disposal.

The man grabs a nearby vial, smashing it against the counter in a fit of fury. Shards of glass fly through the air, one of them slicing across your arm. You hiss in pain but maintain your composure.

The countless hours of training from your husband kick in, guiding your actions with calm precision. You reach behind you, your fingers closing around a small, ornate dagger you keep hidden for such emergencies.

With a swift, practised motion, you strike. The blade sinks into his neck, and he gasps, his eyes wide with shock. You twist the dagger, ensuring the wound is fatal. Blood spills from the gash, and he collapses to the floor, his life draining away in mere moments.

Breathing heavily, you stand over the man's body, the weight of what you've just done settling over you. You wipe the blood from your dagger, your hands trembling slightly. It's not the first time you've had to defend yourself, but it never gets easier.

The door to your shop creaks open again, and you look up to see Sukuna standing in the doorway. His eyes quickly take in the scene before him, his expression hardening. He strides over to you, his presence a calming force in the chaos.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, his voice low and steady.

You shake your head, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Just a scratch," you reply, holding up your arm to show the cut.

He inspects it briefly, then turns his attention to the body on the floor. "What happened?"

You explain in a few terse sentences, and Sukuna nods, his face a mask of controlled anger. "He made a mistake," he says simply, a dark edge to his voice.

Without another word, he begins to clean up the mess. You watch him for a moment, grateful for his presence. Together, you work quickly and efficiently, disposing of the body and cleaning up the blood. It's a grim task, but one that you've both done before.

As you finish, Sukuna turns to you, his expression softening. "You need to be more careful," he says quietly.

You nod, the weight of his words sinking in. "I know. But I can't stop. These women need me."

He sighs, pulling you into his arms. "I understand. Just promise me you'll be more vigilant."

You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I promise."

The two of you stand there for a moment, finding solace in each other's presence. Despite the danger, despite the darkness that surrounds you, there is a sense of peace in his embrace.

Eventually, Sukuna steps back, his eyes lingering on your face. "I'll stay with you tonight," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nod, grateful for his protection. "Thank you."

He smiles, a rare, genuine smile that lights up his face. "Always."

As night falls, you lock the door to your shop and extinguish the candles. Sukuna stays close by your side, his presence a comforting weight in the darkness.

In the quiet of the night, you find a sense of strength and determination. With Sukuna by your side, you feel unstoppable, ready to face whatever challenges come your way. The knowledge that you are not alone, that you have someone who understands and supports you, gives you the courage to continue your work, to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.

[turbulentscrawl]

Since the topic of body hcs and body hair hcs overall...may I ask what do you think survivors smell like? I've seen some people differ and I just wanna know your thoughts ;w;

Also, we've gotta be honest. They *will* stink at times, specially after matches. But hey that's only but natural so *shrugs*.

They definitely smell more distinct than I think we'd be used to in general, yeah. And I DON'T think most of them smell unique enough to say how they're different from others, specifically, but there are a few things to consider, if we're looking at it a little more realistically:

More regular cleanliness was becoming normal in the 1800s, when most of the survivors were from, but the actual frequency of bathing varied by class and career. Showering daily still was not common until the 1900s, though. Even without any concerns about water supply in the manor, I would imagine most of them average a full clean-up maybe twice a week? A little more for those who get into actual filth on their days off. (looking at Emma, since she digs in the dirt and spend a lot of time outside.)

Deodorent was not invented until 1888, and didn't become popular until the 1930s or so. And most early deodorents didn't come with much in the way of additional scents, rather they just killed bacteria that caused excess body odors. Most of the people in the manor would not have used this, except perhaps the latest arrivals like Frederick and Alice. Instead, before deodorant, people took steps like shaving their underarms to prevent more sweat and bad scents, and used products like perfume and talcum powder to freshen up and get rid of odors.

Fancier soaps were around in the 1800s, but were used sparingly and economically. The lower class especially would have made their own ashen lye soap to bathe and wash their clothes. (Which, if you've never smelled unscented lye soap, is not pleasant to the nose imo. It's a bit of a pungent chemical smell, mixed with the scent of whatever the soap base was, which was usually lard and olive oil.) More expensive soaps could have been made from things like almond oil, coconut oil, or goat's milk, plus herbs or extracts for something much better smelling.

There's not a ton of hard labor to do in the manor, which would keep some people from working up so much of a sweat, but there's not likely an AC there. On the plus side, I don't imagine there's too much weather fluctuation in the manor for the sake of keeping the passage of time as confusing as possible, which also means it's not getting too hot. Most of the temperature changes you experience would be on the maps. I also don't think a lot of the Hunters would sweat! Any of those who have been dead and were brought back probably don't perspire anymore, though they may have the slightest hint of something off about them.

In short...yeah there's definitely more BO than we're used to in most modern settings. Most of the people in the manor are going to smell pretty natural--which won't always be offensive to the nose, mind you, since they say the smell of someone who's right for you will smell GOOD--plus some talcum/baby power or perfume scents to 'soften the blow' a bit. (Though it wasn't really in fashion to DROWN yourself in perfume by most of these peoples' time, so I think only a few people might lay it on too thick. Mary or Vera, for instance.)

And some people probably maintain very small scent hints about their professions or lives before the manor, just to distinguish them up close. Luchino has a touch of carbolic acid on his clothes, from sterilizing tools in the lab. Norton still smells of coal and minerals, just a touch. Victor smells a bit like sun-heated dog due to walking around outside all day with Wick, and Ithaqua like snowy pine trees from his years wandering and guarding winter woods. You get the idea.

I won't say who I think smells the worst or the best because that;s just too subjective--especially since I've revealed I don't like the smell of lye which is probably what most of them would have used LOL. But I'm definitely not one to say 'let's fully suspend our disbelief and say Naib smells freshly showered and uses Old Spice 😜'.

[feytouched]

When you describe a scent as "dirty", what do you mean?

good question! in perfumery 'dirty' can mean a lot of things, actually.

you have skanky, animalic smells that are reminiscent of bodily odours of various origins. when used in small doses (or heavier, if that's your thing, i'm not judging), they add texture and sensuality to a fragrance. originally a lot of these came from actual animal secretions, but the perfumery world has largely moved away from that for the sake of animal rights and now uses synthetic molecules that recreate the same smells.

you can also have dirty-smelling flowers. jasmine in particular smells a little bathroom-y when very concentrated; this is because of indole, a molecule with a 'dirty' scent profile at high doses that gains a lot of nuance when used sparingly. other indolic-smelling flowers, like lilac, gardenia, neroli, can give the same impression.

then you have the smell of actual dirt, as in, freshly-turned earth. earthy notes can come from geosmin (the molecule responsible for that petrichor smell after the rain), from mushrooms, from vetiver, which has a smoky-herbal scent profile, or from patchouli, which is a note that's commonly associated with 'dirty hippie' type perfumes.

there are other aspects that can contribute to a scent smelling 'dirty', like overripe fruit notes, but mainly you'll find that this is what people mean when they describe a scent as such. the first option if no other info is present, the second if you're dealing with a floral scent, and the third in specific but delightful cases, especially within niche brands.

[toskarin]

I've been the subject of a lot of cautionary fairy tales

I was a teenager when I found a bottle of wonderful perfume (expensive!) abandoned after hours at school. if I were a little less dubious-of-morality and light-of-pocket, I would have returned it, but instead I took it home and used it for myself. I noted that I'd run out and never be able to buy more, so I had to use it sparingly

one day, I did finally run out, and then I had an entirely unrelated breakup that I was largely at fault for — but what if it was the curse of the stolen perfume and not me

[vylithscat]

their colognes and smells - obey me! hcs

prompt: you’ve spent your time around demons, angels and even a human sorcerer so often that you've begun picking up the smells that signal they're nearby. genre: general, slight fluff, you/your pronouns pairings: bros, dateables (minus luke) & sides word count: 1.5k

Lucifer doesn’t pile on his cologne, he prefers a lighter one with faint traces of citrus and cedarwood. As long as the scent will get you clinging to his side and commenting on it, he’ll try it once. His chest puffs out slightly each time you do, a smile tugging on his lips as he mumbles a thank you. When he isn’t going out, and your face is buried into the crook of his neck as he works, you can pick up traces of the ink he uses and a faint hint of rose and lilac. It’s almost dizzying how well everything gently mixes together, and it helps you drift to sleep in his lap before he carries you to his bed.

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Mammon’s cologne is the heaviest of anyone around you. You can tell when he’s approaching, and when he’s found his way next to you. He often prefers smells that are pleasing to you; warm and an after scent of spices like nutmeg and cinnamon. It compliments him well and doesn’t hurt your nostrils. Despite how much he piles on, when it finally begins to dwindle and you stuff your face into his hair, you can smell Grimm. It’s subtle, carefully acknowledging how much of his time is spent around the currency. The metal doesn’t burn, and the paper smell of it is all the more subtle, but you can still smell what he’s around the most, besides you.

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Leviathan never really wears cologne. He finds it stupid and a waste of his time, adding some random scent to yourself. If you like it, he won’t care, but he’ll snip a comment about his brother’s cologne from time to time, especially if they pile it on and burn his nose. Since he doesn’t wear any, the only thing you can smell when you’re laying with him is shampoo. A gentle mix of hibiscus and mint greets your nose when you rest your head near the demon, the scent grows a slight bit stronger if you mess with his hair and his chirp of embarrassment sends a smile across your face.

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Satan doesn’t care much about cologne and sticks to the same one if he likes its fragrance. The only time he’ll try something new is if you hum over a different bottle’s scent. It’s applied sparingly but you can tell when he’s around. He often prefers earthy, woody scents that carefully compliment each other. When it’s faint and the two of you are together, carefully wrapped up in blankets, you can smell his books and their papers gently wafting off of him. It was like waves, carefully cascading over you and helping you feel at peace as you nuzzled deeper into the blankets, stirring the demon next to you with a soft groan.

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Asmodeus prefers perfume over the smell of cologne. The smell is more intense and concentrated, and has more pleasing scents to him. He prefers the floral scents, as they’re more common, but won’t hesitate to try something new or even lend you one if your interest is piqued. When he isn’t wearing anything, which is rather rare, he smells like a freshly run bath, the smell of eucalyptus relaxing your body as if you stepped into a spa. A faint trace of rose petals will often compliment it, the smells mixing together perfectly to help lure you to sleep.

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Beelzebub rarely ever puts on cologne. He doesn’t mind it, but it’s not his thing in the slightest, but he doesn’t need it. When you’re walking, you can tell when he's soon to follow. A light trace of meats follows him anywhere. Anything he eats will often be picked up by him, and it will all carefully compliment each other throughout the day until he ends up falling asleep. Even as he sleeps, a new day of foods and sweets follows him, mixing to make the most delicious smelling meal you could think of.

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Belphegor doesn’t wear cologne. Doesn’t care for it, never has. However, he doesn’t need to care about adding a scent onto him, as he always smells like fresh linen, a gentle trace of freshly cut grass and morning dew following. The smell is the strongest at his waist and hair, and if you were to bury your face in to pick up more of it, you would hear a soft giggle escape the demon’s lips before he tried to hold onto you. The smell helps you feel at ease and will make you sleepy, even more so if he curls himself around you.

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Diavolo wears a lot of cologne, it overpowers those around him but its scent is lovely. It’s the scent of amberwood, carefully brushing against you when he comes up to greet you. When it finally dims, and the scent is faint, you can smell a mix of ink, tea and demonus. On some days, the ink and tea is stronger, and freshly out of a party, all you can smell is demonus. When all together, they come at you in waves, none too strong, but not too subtle. You know he was hard at work when ink hits you first, the scent stronger than anything else.

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Barbatos wears colognes that are heavy but refreshing when he passes by. He prefers those that smell like citrus and fruit, his favorite is a careful blend of apple, lemon and plum with a gentle amount of floral following it. When it becomes faint, it compliments the teas he owns that he picks as he goes about his day. The occasional day where he’s in the kitchen, cooking his heart out, his cologne manages to mix together perfectly with his food, especially those of the sweeter kind. When you’re able to huddle close to him, every scent will fill your mind and make you forget what you were doing for a second, until he coaxes you to a seat to serve you, even for a brief moment.

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Simeon wears his cologne very sparingly. His preferred type smells the most like sage and rosewood, and it compliments the smell of bread that often follows him. Considering where he lives, it’s not much of a surprise he smells like food. Although bread is the strongest, focusing in and nuzzling your face into his side brings out the sweeter, gentler scents. He may smell like a freshly baked pie or a cupcake depending on the day, but they all manage to mix together into the perfect combination.

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Solomon has been through a dozen different colognes throughout his life, and he’s managed to settle on one that’s gentle on those around him. Its strongest scents are cucumber and camelia, carefully mixing together to compliment each other. When it dims and you’re curled up studying with him, he smells like a different mix of woods, almost like you had stepped into a forest. In the morning, if you stayed with him overnight, you can often smell coffee and caramel wafting off him. The woods are still there, making you bury your face into his shoulder to mix everything together into the perfect cabin getaway.

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Raphael’s cologne is another of the lighter scents. He doesn’t pile it on, which makes it hard to pick up the amber and citrus from him, but if you’re able to get close enough, it’ll all mix together nicely. Coming by to visit him at night will greet you with a gentle lavender scent, if he’s freshly out of the shower, it’s even stronger. Messing with his hair will have you hum as it rolls off a little stronger than before. He often gently grumbles and glances at you, asking if you’d like to see what he uses. Aside from his hair, it’s subtle on his shoulders and back, making it a little easier to catch the scent.

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Thirteen has never worn perfume or cologne, she finds putting it on a little stupid. The only way to convince her is during some big event, and even then, she may not agree. In general, she smells like a field of grass and flowers, almost like she had just walked through one. When you first met her though, she smelled like nothing. A faint trace of iron and sulfur floating around her, but not overpowering any earthy or rock smells from her cave. She’s always a dice roll on what she could smell like, day after day, you’re greeted with something new, but you always smell a subtle amount of grass when near her.

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Mephistopheles wears a heavy amount of cologne that it burns ever so slightly. His favorite smells strongly of oakmoss, cedarwood and musk, and it overpowers other smells around you when it’s fresh in the morning. As the day goes on, and his cologne is barely clinging on, when you get closer to him a trace of demonus brushes your nose and sends you looking back at him. He may snap at you when you stare for too long, but the prideful look on his face when you compliment his cologne sends a smile to your lips. The strongest scent of his cologne and the demonus can be found at his jaw and crook of his neck, but good luck getting that close out of nowhere.

[gloriousmonsters]

God I LOVE the way you write the vees especially Velvette

Do you have any more poly vees headcanons

ty!!! and i absolutely do they just all tend to leave my head when I'm asked about them lol. I mostly remembered mothdoll focused ones but there's some others too :P

Valentino and Velvette are both bored by basic porn and reality TV content after seeing it created all the time and will mainly watch Hell bootlegs/remakes of things that fall on the spectrum of 'excessive violence, depressing' and 'weird and fucked up in a sexual manner'. they will both check their phones and talk through the entire film but get incredibly annoyed if Vox asks them if they want to maybe switch off Oldboy because they've been debating whether Zestial and Carmilla Carmine are fucking for twenty minutes. they're paying attention on levels you can't even comprehend. neither of them remember what the movies were about afterward except in the vaguest terms

Velvette had Valentino on a livestream to promote the launch of Love Potion (it's a perfume and you shouldn't ingest it wink wink its slight sexy influential qualities grow 100x more strong when mixed with liquid wink wink) and their chemistry worked so well onscreen that she's invited him to a few since then, mostly just to build parasociality with their audience hang out

Velvette will let Valentino do her makeup + hair sometimes because it's one of the things he can't really play with himself (his features/skin don't lend themselves to makeup and. no hair 😔) so it lets him live vicariously. Plus it functions as one of the only bits of (mostly) nonsexual intimacy they have.

aside from 'darling' and 'V', Velvette will occasionally call Vox 'prince charming', which has to be used sparingly because it puts his ego at dangerous levels for the rest of the day. Val gets 'handsome', 'pretty boy', and 'perv' or 'lech' (affectionate).

Vox and Valentino - Val especially - mostly don't get genuinely angry at Velvette, but one of the most aggravating things she does is follow them around at a slight distance with her phone out and ready to film like she's trying to catch a cat doing something funny on-camera

Velvette and Vox's monetary relationship swings back and forth between sugar daddy from Vox's end and findom from Velvette's end (Val is envious and confused about the fact that Velvette can somehow always make Vox hand over the money she wants until he figures out it's a kinky thing and it all makes sense).

this will be the focus of a fic but Vox essentially had another sexuality crisis around Velvette showing up because he'd lowkey considered himself gay despite being in denial about it because the only people he'd been genuinely interested in and the most enjoyable sex he'd had was with men so encountering a woman he was attracted to as a person took some mental adjustment

Velvette was an invaluable addition to the team but sometimes when Vox catches her and Valentino making some kind of significant eye contact when he says something 'very white', apparently, for the fiftieth time, he maybe regrets allowing this dynamic to form just a little

[fairy-writes]

Hi is this where I send requests in? If it is then could I request hc of Dazai, Chuuya and Jouno (if you write for him) with a s/o who has an ability that allows them to change size at will. Like the s/o can go from 1 inch to 30 foot tall in a second and the s/o is very mischievous so they hide in places that shouldn’t be possible to try and surprise the boys. I can imagine sitting on top of chuuya’s hat when he searches for me. I hope I explained this well and don’t feel obligated to do this <3

PRANKSTER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Reader

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

Saigiku Jouno x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, not proof read

Notes: Hey hon! I hope you like your request! It was super fun!

Also I’ve never written for Jouno before so this was interesting!

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Dazai Osamu:

You have to get creative with Dazai.

Because one: he’s a literal genius and would instantly know where you’re hiding if you’re tiny.

And two: his ability would nullify yours which might make for some very awkward situations.

You already wear special clothes that grow and shrink with you at will so there’s no more embarrassing moments where you are in the nude.

Anyway! Back to Dazai!

Like I said you have to get creative and even when you do, you have a 95% chance of him finding you before you can surprise/scare him.

Probably the best way to scare him is by hiding in his coat pocket.

Just be careful because he puts his hands in his pockets a lot.

You’ve actually ripped his pockets more than once by scaring him.

Well… scaring is a bold word.

More like you surprise him and he acts scared.

“You scared me, my belladonna!”

Nakahara Chuuya:

Probably the easiest to surprise out of the three.

Your idea of hiding on the brim of his hat when he’s wearing it has me CACKLING.

Like you’d think he’d be able to feel the slight difference in weight but I headcanon that when he’s really focused he kinda loses spacial awareness of his surroundings.

So you take advantage of this when you’re feeling particularly mischievous!

Another great place to hide is his wine cabinet.

He’s lowkey an alcoholic but in moderation?

If that makes sense?

Like he’ll enjoy a glass or two after work every other day or so but nothing overboard.

Chuuya likes to pretend that he has a high alcohol tolerance.

He doesn’t.

I’m getting distracted again.

But hiding in the wine cabinet is a sure fire way to break a few glasses so use this move sparingly.

He doesn’t get mad per say when you scare him.

Just annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

But a kiss to the cheek or lips is a sure fire way to get him to forgive you ;)

Saigiku Jouno:

Kinda like Dazai, you have to get creative with Jouno.

Like he can hear your heartbeat pretty much at all times so hiding really doesn’t do much good despite him being blind.

He can also hear the rustling of your clothes, the smell of your perfume/cologne, etc.

So you have to resort to using the other Hunting Dogs in your scheme.

And they’re happy to help! (Mostly, it’s usually Tecchou)

Like they’ll hide you in their pockets or up their sleeves so your scent and heartbeat is mingling with theirs.

It takes some work, but ultimately is possible if you try hard enough!

And also like Dazai, he doesn’t get really scared.

Maybe he’ll subtly flinch.

But that’s about it.

He’s also the most likely to get upset with you.

Like he knows you’re joking.

But you’re most likely a fellow Hunting Dog and therefore should act accordingly.

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Eight: Patience

WARNING: smut ahead, you've been warned!

After your post-tan shower, you start to get ready. Levi is lounging on the bed with his book, sipping a cup of tea that he ordered from room service. His hands are over the top of the cup, letting the heat hit his palm.

“I don’t know what to wear.” You sift through your luggage. “What’s the dress code for tonight?”

“You have to wear a dress.” Levi said without looking up.

“The restaurant said that?”

“I want you to wear a dress.” He finally looked at you as he look a sip.

“Well what if I didn’t bring a dress?”

“I brought one for you.” Levi placed the cup on the side table. He strides to his bag, pulling out a black box with a black satin bow.

“I can’t accept this.” You push the box away.

“You can and you will.” Levi pushed the box into your chest slightly.

You gently pull on the ribbon, not wanting to tear it. When you open the box, you spot your favorite color - sage green.

As you lift the fabric, a square neck corset dress is revealed. There’s a thigh high slit which gives away why Levi bought it for you. The man has a thing for your thick, plush thighs.

“I don’t have heels to match this.”

“Shut up.” Levi pulled out another box that contained light pink suede heels. “You talk too damn much.”

(See the dress here)

You sigh as you look down at your new garments. You can’t help but wonder if you deserve this.

Where you come from - no one gets out. It’s the same cycle over and over again. But you were determined to leave. You never touched a single drug. You drink alcohol sparingly.

You were not going to be like your parents. Specifically, your mother.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you put on your dress and heels. The dress fits your curves perfectly while also accentuating your chest. The heels are gorgeous and compliment your new tan well. You watch your long, wavy hair cascade down your back as you finish getting ready. A spritz of your favorite vanilla perfume is the cherry on top.

When you step out of the bathroom, Levi is putting on a watch. A very expensive looking one. It’s simple, but elegant.

Just like him.

When he looks at you, he swears there’s an angel in front of him.

He’s wearing a sage green suit with a white dress shirt underneath. Two buttons are undone, revealing his clavicle.

You just told him your favorite color… how did have these already? Coincidence?

“You clean up nice.” You past Levi to grab your purse.

“I guess I’ll return the compliment.” He brushed a piece of lint off his sleeve.

“I told you today my favorite color was THIS specific shade of green.” You pinch the fabric at his wrists.

“You did.”

“So… you just also like this color?”

“No. I already knew your favorite color.”

“And you just… played dumb?”

“I absolutely did.” Levi peers through his front fringe to look at you. “I can’t let you in on all of my secrets now can I?”

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After the delicious dinner, you can’t help but feel tension between you and Levi.

Sexual tension.

Tonight you wanted to act on it.

“Levi can you grab the champagne please? And two glasses?”

Levi, without a word or sarcastic remark, grabbed the bottle along with two glasses. You make your way to the balcony where there are two lounge chairs and a beautiful view of the water.

It’s so… private. Peaceful.

Levi poured your glass and sat next to you.

“Cheers to… this conference.” You smile, holding up your glass. Levi nods, clinking his glass gently with yours. You both take a sip while staring at each other.

As you set your glass down, you hold your gaze on Levi. His eyes wander to your chest, then your thighs, down to your legs.

“Do you like what you see, Levi?” Your voice is lower - almost at a whisper.

“I like when you’re obedient and where what I ask.” Levi’s half lidded eyes met yours.

“What else do you want me to do?” You press your elbow to your knee and rest your chin on your palm. Levi now has a full view of your chest.

“I want you sit there and let me taste you.”

You’re almost surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. “Let’s go inside th-“ You try to stand up.

“I said, sit there and let me taste you.” Levi stands up and moves closer to you. He puts his hands on either side of you on the armrests, letting his body hover over yours. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” You gulp. You push yourself forward to press your lips to his, but he pulls away.

“Patience.” He whispers as his hand meets your cheek. “Do I have to teach you a lesson already?”

“No.” You shake your head, your breath shaky.

In silence, Levi presses his lips to your cheek, trailing kisses to your ear down to your neck. You feel him bite gently while simultaneously sucking on the spot.

“No marks.” You push his chest slightly.

“You said not where people can see.” He growled.

“People see my neck every day, Levi.” You throw your head back as pleasure fills your veins.

Levi pulls himself off of your neck, planting kisses down to the top of your breasts. “These are so beautiful.” His large hand caresses your skin. He begins to knead one tit in one hand, while pulling down the top of your dress with the other.

You feel your core heat up, undoubtably soaking. Levi takes the nipple in his mouth, sucking on the nub gently. While he sucks, his other hand massages your other tit. Soft moans leave your mouth as he makes home in your breasts.

“Levi, please.” You whine as you dig your fingers in his hair. You drag the pads of your fingers along his uppercut, pulling him into you.

“Please what? Use your words.” He grumbled against your skin. He began to bite down on your plump tit, leaving purple marks. He then moved on to the other breast, careful not to give one more attention than the other.

“Kiss me.” You sigh, the skin between your thighs getting coated with your arousal.

“Please.” Levi looks up at you through his blue-grey eyes.

“Please kiss me Levi. Please, please, please.” You whine again, almost unable to control yourself.

“What a spoiled brat I’ve created.” Levi brings his lips to yours, placing soft kisses along your mouth. He pays special attention to your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to enter.

“Mm.” You moan against him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Levi tastes like fresh mint as his tongue dances with yours.

“I’ve been thinking about your thighs all day.” Levi groaned against you as he places his hand on your right thigh. “How they feel around my body, pressed against my ears -“ He pulls himself off of you to kneel on the ground in front of you.

Your breath hitches as he lowers himself so your legs drape over him.

“Let me take off my shoes,” You reach for the strap of your heels.

“No. Those stay on.” Levi pushed your hand away.

You lean back as Levi positions himself in front of you. His hands run a trail up to your dress, pushing it so it pools around your waist, revealing your lace thong.

“This is pretty.” Levi’s fingers pad over the fabric. “Too bad they’ll be getting torn.” Levi grasps the string and pulls it quickly, snapping the undergarment.

“Levi!”

“I’ll buy you more.” He threw the underwear on the ground.

You look forward, watching the waves crash onto the shore. The air smells like coconuts and freshly cut grass.

Levi presses his palms to each of your thighs, bringing his mouth closer to your pussy. He kisses the plush flesh of your inner thighs as he gets closer to your core. You instantly press your thighs against his head at the touch.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Levi whispers. “I bet it tastes as good as it looks.”

Levi presses soft kisses to your slit, letting his tongue slide past your folds. Your eyes roll back and you moan, gripping onto his raven locks.

“So wet already.” He hummed as he inserted two fingers inside of you, his tongue finding your clit and focusing on it. While is tongue twirled around your sensitive nub, you feel your insides pulsate. Your hands press Levi into you more until he stops all movement.

You open your eyes and look down at him, but he’s already staring at you.

“You can’t cum until I say so.” The vibration of his voice against your pussy making your toes curl.

“But Levi-“ You whine. “I want to cum.”

“Patience.” Levi reiterated when he said before. “You will not cum until I say so.”

You nod, even though the last thing you want to do is listen to him. His fingers start to move again as he sucks on your clit gently, letting his tongue dance around the nub.

“Levi,” You moan loudly. Fuck it if your neighbors can hear you.

“Say my name again.” Levi hummed, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Levi, please.” A mixture of moans and almost inaudible noises escape your mouth.

“Tell me you want to cum.”

“I want to come, Levi. Please.” You beg.

“Go.” Levi buried his lips in your pussy, his hand gripping your thigh while the other pumped fingers into you.

You feel your pussy clench around him as you chase that high. A wave of ecstasy fills your body as the world went dark. You don’t know if your eyes are open or closed at this point.

Levi devoured you through your high, letting your juices cover his face. “What a good girl. Can you come again for me?” Levi continued to suck on your clit, adding a third finger inside of you. He pumps them quickly as he moves one hand to your breast, massaging it gently.

“Fuck, Levi.” You moan, your toes curling as you press your thighs into the sides of his face. Another wave comes, catching you by surprise. You’ve never came twice before within the same session.

Levi smiles against your heat before pulling away. “You taste so good, I had to have seconds.”

Your breath is erratic as your legs shake. Levi places soft kisses on your thighs as he makes his way up to your mouth.  Your lips are pouty and swollen from his kisses earlier, which makes him smile. He’s left you… a mess. Bruised and eaten.

“Taste yourself.” Levi presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You moan at the contact, involuntarily. “You made such a mess on these chairs.”

“Levi, I want to feel you.” You pull him down to you.

“Not yet.” He whispers, kissing your cheek.

“When?”

“Patience, brat.”

[gaiasgrimoire]

🪻Herb Spotlight: Lavender 🪻

🌱 Scientific Name: Lavandula angustifolia 🌱

☿ Planetary Association: Mercury ☿

💨 Elemental Association: Air 💨

♊♍ Zodiac Association: Virgo, Gemini ♍♊

💜 Chakra Association: Third Eye, Crown 💜

🪻History and Origins 🪻

Lavender has been cherished for over 2,500 years for its therapeutic and magical properties. The name comes from the Latin lavare, meaning "to wash," due to its use in Roman baths. In ancient Egypt, lavender was used for mummification and perfume. Both the Greeks and Romans utilized its antiseptic and calming properties. Lavender spread throughout Europe and the Americas and became a staple in gardens and medicine cabinets, especially valued for its ability to soothe and relax.

🪻Magical Properties🪻

Protection: Lavender is powerful in spells for psychic protection and shielding from negative energies.

Purification: Burn lavender or use it in baths to cleanse both spaces and individuals spiritually.

Peace and Harmony: It brings peace to relationships and is often used in love spells or placed under pillows for restful sleep and dream work.

Psychic Awareness: It enhances intuitive abilities, making it an excellent herb to use in divination or meditation practices.

Healing: Lavender is a natural healer for both physical and emotional ailments. Incorporate it in rituals for health and well-being.

🪻Medicinal Uses🪻

Relaxation and Sleep: Lavender’s calming scent can reduce stress and promote sleep, making it popular in aromatherapy.

Pain Relief: Apply lavender oil topically for relief from headaches, muscle pain, and minor burns or cuts.

Skin Care: Its antibacterial properties make it useful in treating skin conditions, from acne to eczema.

Respiratory Support: Lavender can help ease respiratory issues such as asthma, colds, and allergies.

🪻Culinary Uses🪻

While lavender is potent and should be used sparingly, it adds a floral note to foods:

Tea: Lavender tea is known to soothe anxiety, improve sleep, and calm digestive issues.

Baked Goods: Infuse honey, cakes, or cookies with lavender for a light, floral flavor.

Seasoning: Lavender is often included in the Herbes de Provence blend, which enhances savory dishes.

🪻Symbolism and Folklore🪻

Lavender symbolizes love, peace, and devotion. In folklore, it was believed to ward off evil spirits and protect those who carried it. Lavender’s ability to attract love and harmony made it a popular herb in love spells and potions.

🪻How to Use Lavender in Rituals🪻

Aromatherapy: Use lavender essential oil in a diffuser to promote peace and balance in your space.

Incense or Smudging: Burn dried lavender to purify your altar or home.

Bath Rituals: Add lavender oil or flowers to your bath for relaxation and spiritual cleansing.

Dream Work: Place lavender under your pillow for restful sleep, lucid dreams, and protection from nightmares.

🪻Deities Associated with Lavender🪻

Lavender is sacred to many deities, particularly those connected to healing, love, peace, and protection. Here are a few prominent examples:

Hekate: As the goddess of witchcraft and magic, Hekate is linked to lavender’s purifying and protective properties. Use lavender in rituals to connect with her for guidance or protection.

Aphrodite (Venus): The goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite is associated with lavender’s calming and loving energy. It is a common herb in love spells dedicated to her.

Eir: In Norse mythology, Eir is the goddess of healing. Lavender’s medicinal properties make it a suitable offering to her when seeking health and wellness.

Brigid: The Celtic goddess of healing, poetry, and fertility, Brigid is honored with herbs like lavender for their soothing and healing nature.

Airmid: Another Celtic goddess of healing and herbalism, Airmid is linked to lavender for its restorative properties. Use it in rituals to call upon her healing energies.

Quan Yin: The Chinese goddess of compassion and mercy, Quan Yin, is associated with lavender for its peaceful and healing qualities. It is a fitting herb to use in emotional healing rituals.

Artemis (Diana): Lavender is associated with Artemis, the goddess of the moon and nature. It can be used in moon rituals or for protection under her influence.

Hygieia: The Greek goddess of health and cleanliness, Hygieia, is linked to lavender for its ability to purify and cleanse spaces spiritually and physically.

[everybodyloveshippos]

'It's not a gift. I'm just sick of your normal perfume.'

during a session we had a discussion abt what jarlaxle smellslike/what perfume he wears(plot relevant im not kidding!!) but bcus im insane i immediately thought of artemis gifting jarlaxle perfume from calimport. it immediately becomes jarlaxle's favourite and he uses it sparingly so it will last. he has it far longer than he rightly should. anyways. be glad i didnt include a comic artemis jumpscare. <3

[bucketspammer4life]

how i think the boxers smell like (dont take this too seriously)

hey besties, im back with another post

Glass Joe - the smell of cigarettes mixed with perfume, he thinks the perfume will hide it well

Von Kaiser - old spice deodorant, he just smells like the entire men's hygiene section in stores

Disco Kid - men's deodorant but make it obnoxious

King Hippo - fruit & flowers, hes gatekeeping his perfume

Piston Hondo - probably those "Cherry blossom" deodorants/perfumes but an actually bearable amount

Bear Hugger - nature, not in the refreshing, natural and peaceful way, i mean the "it smells like dead bugs in here" kind of nature, sometimes smells like maple syrup

Great Tiger - expensive perfume, but used very sparingly since he doesnt wanna go the obnoxious route

Don Flamenco - roses & vanilla, he sprays perfume constantly so hes just a walking asthma attack now

Aran Ryan - usually steals others deodorants and perfumes since he smells like wet carpet

Soda Popinski - He smells like medicine, its one of the side effects of his soda and he hates it but is used to it by now

Bald Bull - fresh laundry. He also has no idea how that happened

Super Macho Man - axe body spray & deodorant but sprayed on so much that any person near him has to suffer through the seven layers of hell to be able to handle him

Mr Sandman - awfully neutral smell, he has good hygiene but doesnt use much perfume since it irritates his skin

Little Mac - sometimes "steals" super macho man's axe deodorant, but usually smells neutral (by steals i mean macho leaves a extra deodorant out in his locker for him and pretends its his own deodorant)

Doc Louis - uses old spice deodorant sticks, thats about it bye

Heike Kagero - smells like strawberries since he has a collection of strawberry scented stuff he adores

Gabby Jay - has a coffee scented perfume he loves and uses everyday, it was a gift from a big fan of his so it holds a special place in his heart