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letterful · 4 days

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Jean Madar, chairman and CEO of InterParfums Inc, recently told Bloomberg that fragrance is part of a person’s “core identity”. And while cosmetic companies can face criticism for conflating external products with existential outcomes [...] perfume conveniently sidesteps the problems of the flesh. It’s not trying to change how you look, but how you feel, and, for the span of a spritz at least, it does. In the age of wellness-as-beauty and neurocosmetics, the science of scent is marketing gold.

[...] I wonder if what we’re after here is not a sense of self but a (related) sense of life.

I say “we” because – despite my documented skepticism of beauty brands – I, too, am powerless against a good perfume ad.

Last month, casually depressed and subconsciously seeking comfort and some sort of release, I spent $240 on a scent called Tears by Régime de Fleurs. “What a luxury to weep,” the website read. It described the perfume as “emotion in liquid form, the romance and the sadness”. It promised “nostalgia” too, with notes of lilac to remind me of my grandmother’s front yard and frankincense to call up childhood Sundays spent in incense-blessed church pews. I suppose I wanted Tears to take me back to a time when someone who loved me baked me cookies every week, when I believed in God and goodness, and life stretched ahead of me in an endless expanse of hope and potential.

Of course, it didn’t do that. It smelled fine. I felt something, for a second. But I was still me, and I was still mostly numb.

I thought of that perfume the other day while reading the preface to Henry James’s 1902 novel The Wings of the Dove. James summarized it as the story “of a young person conscious of a great capacity for life” – someone “passionately desiring” to “achieve, however briefly and brokenly, the sense of having lived”.

Something clicked: how to explain Tears if not a brief and broken sense of having cried?

#as someone who is decidedly Not Immune to whatever the Big Fragrance is peddling - the article /did/ provide me with some food for thought #despite not being a particularly groundbreaking take on the industry and its marketing tactics.#but then again: what newsworthy (...essayworthy? substackworthy?) thing can even be said about it at this point?#sheer novelty (especially re: the choice of topic) is not the /only/ criterion by which popular cultural criticism should be judged #is what i'm saying (that and i did appreciate the wings of the dove mention).

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fruitchouli · 5 months

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or any other fun ones like bodycology etc 🗿will pay in cooter (perfume samples decanted from my own collection, curated by moi to fit ur tastes). anyways i’m having so much fun exploring the wonderful trashy world of mass market fragrance 😃 i really don’t think u can find this kind of off the wall fun novelty in any other realm of the fragrance industry.. but i completely understand how the abundance of cheap sweetness is off putting and unbearable to some.. but i truly think vanilla body sprays are the superior layering vanillas, in fact whenever i go to layer something with a perfume, i look to my body sprays because they never overtake the perfume. i’ve always said body fantasies cotton candy should be layered with everything. anyways i got a bunch of the current victoria secret and vs pink body sprays and bath and body works fine fragrance mists, aka BBW FFM, aka Big Beautiful Women Facial Feminization Murgery, to explore what is going on right now and i found some i love!!!! and some i don’t and need to sell😇 but i had the shower thought that these often obnoxious and cloyingly synthetic fragrances that often last all of 15 minutes are in a way a modern great granddaughter of the classic EDC but rather than providing momentary relief from heat and the stench of urself and those around u, body sprays provide momentary sweet thoughtless euphoria that tap into the 8 year old girl in all of us. i never even thought to explore body sprays before because i’ve never seen really anyone in my sphere of the fragrance community give them much thought, but in a world of the most boring and bland designer perfume releases, i believe body mists are an important and fun, light , lighthearted and completely unpretentious part of the perfume pie that lots of fragrance nerds could stand to learn from! some of them feel devoid of fun and carnal pleasure. anyways hi how r u ⛄️ do u wanna know what body sprays i got in the black friday sales and which ones slay and suck

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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A Mini Quidditch Surprise

Garreth Weasley x F!MC ❤️🌶

Spoiler/Trigger alert: This fic will have a pregnancy announcement

This fic is inspired by a Request from @simpy-slytherin 💜

The soft sounds of MC's moans drifted across the bedroom, the blankets were tangled, her hair was rumpled, and her fingers were buried deep into her husband's soft locks. His mouth pressed hot kisses across her skin, his tongue swirling softly, her hips flexing with the need to feel him inside her.

This was the best way to start the day.

Her breasts tingled, they felt heavy, aching, and she guided his head towards them. The shock of desire that speared her when his teeth grazed a nipple made her arch upwards. A cry left her lips. "Oh...Garreth," she moaned.

Encouraged by her reaction he gave her more attention and she was stunned at how sensitive she was, writhing and panting eagerly. His hand came up to cup the other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze and her eyes flew open. It was so sensitive it was almost pain.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Now!"

He glanced up at her, a little surprised at the vehement tone of her voice. "Wow, someone is horny this morning," he laughed.

She grabbed him, panting. "You have no idea!"

Happy to oblige, he did exactly as she bid. Every fibre of her was a blistering inferno, and she clung to him, urging him to go harder, faster, until his breaths were gasping through his lips.

Her release was swift, and he held her as she came undone around him, sweat beading both of their brows. She was trembling. He stared at her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, a little stunned. "Yes, yes, I'm alright."

Garreth was washing up for work and MC was making some tea, early morning sunlight warming their kitchen. She swallowed and frowned, her stomach swirling. She slapped a hand to her mouth and ran, barely making it before she emptied herself. Garreth was standing there in a towel, toothbrush in hand, gaping.

"Merlin's beard," he said. He put a hand on her back, easing her gently to sit on the floor beside the bath tub. He grimaced, eyes creased with concern. "You're as pale as a ghost. Do you want me to fetch a nurse?"

She shook her head. "I will be alright," she insisted. She attempted a little smile, her stomach still sour and churning. "I'll be fine after a cup of tea."

Garreth was fussing over her, feeling helpless but wanting to be useful as she went about making that tea. She couldn't face any breakfast, and Garreth forced his own down his throat, his eyes constantly watching her. He didn't want to leave her, but she kissed his cheek and pressed some sandwiches wrapped in brown paper into his hand, sending him off on his way to work.

Once he was gone, MC took a deep breath and got ready to leave the house. They needed some shopping and a walk through the village might make her feel better.

The air was warm, spring would be melting into summer soon, and MC took some deep breaths. She thought the earth smelled stronger today, and as she passed the market stands, the scents and fragrances were an assault on her nose.

She paused at the fruit and veg stand, a hand on her stomach, that swirling sourness washing over her again. Then it passed and she took a shaky breath. The woman behind the stall looked at her, a little frown on her brow. "Are you alright, Mrs Weasley?"

"Yes, quite fine, thank you," MC replied. "Just a little off colour this morning."

The lady nodded, thinking for a moment. She reached forward to a little basket. "Here, take some of this," she said, holding out a chunk of ginger to MC. "Chew on it, or grind it up and pop it in your tea. Baking it into biscuits works as well. It did wonders for me when I was carrying my own youngsters."

MC stilled, her eyes on the ginger, and then swinging wildly up to the stall holder. She gaped and immediately shook her head. "Oh, no, there's no need..."

She trailed off, her mind whirring madly. They had been married about five months, five wonderful months of barely being able to leave their bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. A flush crept into her cheeks. She tried to remember her last bleed and couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the missed months.

The stall holder smiled knowingly and held the ginger out. "Take it, no charge," she said warmly. "Congratulations, my dear. The first baby is a wonderful experience, and I'm sure your husband is going to be delighted."

....*....

MC took a day to collect her thoughts, her gaze drifting far off into the distance, her hand unconsciously placed over her abdomen. A baby. A tiny Weasley. Her eyes stung at the gift he had placed within her.

The sickness had faded as the day wore on, but returned again in the evening. Garreth was pacing, insisting on calling for the nurse. MC kept assuring him she was fine, tempted to put him out of his misery. But she held the words back. She wanted to make it special for him, not in the middle of holding her hair back while she threw up.

While he was at work the next day, MC took the Floo network to visit the nurse. After a full check up, she was declared as fit, well, and most definitely pregnant, around 8 weeks.

On her way home, MC passed a shop window display that caught her eye, she paused to look closer and smiled. She had an idea on how to tell Garreth the news.

MC was sitting on the rug by the fire when Garreth came home, her heart fluttering, hands a little sweaty. While he came from a large family, they hadn't really discussed children yet. They had been so caught up in their own little bubble of wedded bliss it just hadn't happened.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. He quickly shrugged off his coat and came to her, dropping to his knees taking her hand in his. He kissed her forehead. "I missed you today."

"I went into town," she said. She gave his hand a squeeze. "I...I have a gift for you."

A confused smile lifted his lips. "For me? Whatever for? It's not my birthday."

"Because I love you," she shrugged. Her heart was pounding. "Does there have to be another reason?"

His cheeks blushed pink. "I suppose not. Although, I have nothing to gift you in return, and I love you just as much, actually I reckon I might love you more. Everyone always said I was duelling above my weight with you. I'm a lucky devil."

She laughed, moving up onto her knees to kiss his lips. "I'm the lucky one," she said, softly. "And anyway, you have already given me the most precious thing a wife could wish for."

He tilted his head a little, his eyes searching hers curiously. She squeezed his hand again before letting go and retrieving a little burgundy box from under the chair. She held it out to him, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip.

He eyed the box, he looked a little nervous, but curious all the same. "Nothing is going to jump out and explode or anything, is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Isn't that more your style?"

"Good point," he said grinning. He took the box and lifted the lid. He saw the tissue paper with the logos for his favourite Quidditch team printed all over it. He raised an eyebrow. "You bought me Quidditch merchandise? I thought you said I already owned too much!"

She sighed and gave him a nudge. "Just open it already, for goodness sake!"

"Alright, alright," he laughed. She clasped her hands together tightly as he pulled back the tissue paper. His hands stilled, and his eyes flew to hers. A strange sound left his throat.

MC held her breath. He picked up the little baby sleepsuit folded neatly inside and held it up, the outfit unfolding to reveal the Quidditch team logo on the front, the soft cotton in the team colours.

His fingers shook and his throat was working hard as he attempted to swallow. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

MC could feel her lungs screaming for air, the moment hanging tense, as he just stared at the little sleepsuit. And then she gasped, air rushing into her lungs as he crushed the little suit to his face, leant forwards and something like a muffled sob reached her ears.

"Garreth?" She croaked. She put a hesitant hand on his head. "Garreth...speak to me, oh gods...are you...are you upset?"

Her heart squeezed. He shook his head, sucking in a breath, and then he was upright and reaching for her, pulling her against him. "Oof," she grunted. He held her so tightly, his face buried in her hair. "I love you so fucking much," he groaned.

A huff of relieved laughter burst from her lips. Then he was kissing her face, his lips everywhere, his hands cupping her head. He pulled back, the hugest grin on his face. He held up the sleepsuit again and laughed, hugging it to chest. "Are you really up the duff? Like, for real?"

She put a hand to her forehead, shaking her head, laughter bubbling up her throat. "Oh, Garreth, yes. We are having a baby."

He looked down at the sleepsuit. "This is perfect, I can't wait to show everyone. Mum is going to be so thrilled!"

"So, you're happy?" She asked.

He gazed at her, eyes wide. "Are you kidding? This is brilliant! I'm going to be a dad!"

His face dropped in sudden shock. "Fuck, I'm going to be a dad." He frowned a little. "What if I fuck this up? I'm a walking disaster most of the time, I'm going to be awful at this!"

She reached for him, grabbing his shoulders. "Don't you ever say that again," she said. "I love you Garreth Weasley, even when you drive me nuts with your wild ideas, and your baby will love you too. You will be a fantastic father!"

He looked uncertain, almost shy. She took his hand and placed it on her tummy. "I'm scared too, but we can figure it out together, right?"

His eyes softened and he looked down as he gave her tummy a little rub. Then he grinned and bent to press a kiss there. "Hello, my little Weasley bean," he said to her tummy. "I'm your daddy, and I'm going to teach you everything I know. We are going to have so much fun."

MC wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at that thought, either way, her heart was feeling rather full in that moment. She had never felt so grateful for what she had.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x garreth weasley #garreth weasley #blueraineshadows

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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R Vil Schoenheit Beastly Garb Personal Story

"I completely regret thinking that!"

[Sunset Savanna – Sunset Villa]

Leona: Yaaaawn…

Vil: Good morning, Leona. You've taken your sweet time waking up. I've been waiting.

Leona: You've been waiting?

Vil: Are you still half-asleep? I'll have you do your job as our tour guide once more today.

Leona: Hah? Your guide? I already did enough of that yesterday.

Vil: Wow. You said you'd "provide quality hospitality," but was that it?

Leona: I even brought you to the specially reserved section of the Elephant Legacy hot spring… You saying there's more you want to do?

Vil: Of course. I came all this way to the Sunset Savanna and applied my UV protection perfectly.

Vil: …Well, if you'd like to take it all back, I don't mind.

Vil: However, in that case, I'll no longer be obligated to participate in Catch the Tail.

Leona: …Tch, fine. May I enquire as to what the great Vil Schoenheit-sama would like to see?

Vil: Oh, you would actually consider what I would like to do? If that's the case, then I would like to request a tour focused on beautification.

Leona: Beautification, huh… Then you should go to the beauty salon here at the hotel.

Leona: Their body treatments made from the plants found here in Sunset Savanna are pretty well known.

Vil: I see… I just looked it up, and it seems to have a wonderfully soothing effect on the skin as well.

Vil: Yesterday, I was running around outside all day, so I would love to focus on self-care today. I'll head there now.

Vil: Fufu, how is it? Do you not think my already beautiful self has gotten even more beautiful?

Leona: Yeah, yeah. Good for you.

Vil: I'm curious about the black soap that they used during the treatment. There wasn't much of a lather, and the scent wasn't too terrible.

Vil: The salon at the hotel didn't have any to provide me… Can it be bought anywhere?

Leona: So you want that black soap next. …There's a store I know. Follow me.

[Sunset Savanna – Sunrise City]

Leona: This beauty store here in the heart of Sunrise City deals with orders from the royal household.

Vil: Oho. This seems promising.

Vil: Skin care items made from plants grown in such a sunny region tend to be very invaluable, since they have a greater moisturizing effect.

Vil: In addition, there are many products that help in clearing the skin here… I wonder which one should I get. It's so difficult to decide.

Leona: Isn't this the black soap thing you were talking about earlier?

Leona: It's made of 100% natural plant products that are native to Sunset Savanna.

Leona: The black coloring seems to come from the ash of burned banana peels. Other ingredients include palm oil and cacao pods.

Vil: Bar soap like this usually gives a soft feel after washing. It's nice to use for delicate dry or sensitive skin.

Vil: I'm sure that I'll be exposed to a lot of UV rays during today's match, so… I should definitely purchase this soap.

Vil: These other skin care products are also all natural cosmetics. This country sincerely does put a lot of emphasis on nature.

Leona: ‘Cause they can't think of anything else to use. …There's other stores that have cosmetics you can take a look at. Once you finish paying, I'll take you to the next one.

Vil: …Despite all his protests, he's doing a pretty good job escorting me around to suit my likes.

Vil: Fufufu, it's not too terrible a feeling using Leona like this.

[Sunset Savanna – Market]

Leona: The stuff that's sold in the Raintree Market are mostly lower cost.

Leona: That store over there has merch made from wild plants like rooibos and baobab.

Vil: They have body lotion, oil, shower gel… Ah, and also lip balms.

Leona: In the next store over, they sell solidified resin. That's a natural fragrance that's been used here forever.

Vil: What an unusual shape. It smells smoky and spicy. And yet at the same time, it has a sweet aroma, like fruit.

Leona: If you want fragrances, they also sell a ton of essential oils.

Vil: I see resin perfumes, as well as herbal and citrus fragrances… There really are a plethora of different products.

Vil: There's much more variety here than I expected. I may run out of time if I try to examine them all.

Storekeep A: Hey, isn't that the top model Vil Schoenheit?

Storekeep B: You're right! I hear if he uses your product, sales just go through the roof!

Storekeep C: VIL-SAN! PLEASE TAKE THIS! THERE'S NO NEED TO PAY FOR IT!

Vil: W-Wait! I make it a point to not accept these kinds of things!

Vil: Leona, you say something too.

Leona: Hey, lucky you, you're so popular.

Leona: You should get the storekeepers to show you around now. I'm gonna head back to the hotel. See ya.

Vil: LEONA!!!

Vil: That man… He ran away as soon as it got troublesome! I completely regret thinking that he was even the slightest bit reliable!

[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]

Vil: …was something that occurred there.

Epel: Oh wow. I'm... a little surprised that Sunset Savanna had so much make-up for sale?

Rook: Sunset Savanna's beauty brings such joy and grace to everyone, yes.

Rook: Fufu, I'm so pleased that Vil was able to see just how wondrous that country is.

Vil: Ah, that's right. Since the two of you invited yourselves to my room like this, I'll give you a special gift.

Epel: I mean, we all got a souvenir from the Elephant Legacy hot springs earlier with everyone else in the dorm, though…

Vil: This is separate from that. I'll prepare it right away, so wait right there.

Rook: Merci, Vil! I cannot wait!

Epel: What does he mean he's going to prepare it…? Is it some kind of cosmetic he's making? What should I do if he starts a lecture on how to use it…?

Vil: Sorry to keep you waiting. Here you go, a specially-made smoothie from me made from fruits bought in Sunset Savanna.

Epel: …Eh, a smoothie?

Vil: In order to cultivate beauty, it is just as important as taking the right nutrition from the inside as well. That's why I bought an abundance of fresh fruit as well.

Vil: A vitamin-rich smoothie is not only good for a beauty regimen, but also for your health.

Vil: Enjoy.

Epel: Wow! Thank you very much! [gulp, gulp] …It's so good!

Rook: There's mango and papaya in this, I see. C'est bon!

Vil: As for the Catch the Tail match, it was a shame that I wasn't able to perform as I had hoped, but…

Vil: Other than that, I was able to refresh myself and have a bit of fun. From the perspective of a beauty-focused trip, I suppose it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #epel felmier #rook hunt #twst vil #twst leona #twst epel #twst rook #twst translation #twst tamashina mina

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tastesoftamriel · 1 year

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Sadri's nix-hound noodles

This dish is considered a bit too simple by Telvanni standards to be served in mushroom towers, but nix-hound noodles are a traditional Dunmeri favourite that the commoners of Morrowind love! Spicy, fragrant, savoury, and packed with flavourful nix-hound meat and Morrowind's tastiest mushrooms, you'll find this ubiquitous dish at any market stall or tavern, like The Retching Netch.

For the hungry ones, serve with boiled kwama egg marinated overnight in saltrice sauce! Makes 4 portions.

You will need:

200g thin wheat noodles (like somen)

350g minced beef, turkey, or chicken

5 button mushrooms, or any other mushrooms of the equivalent size, chopped finely

2 shallots, diced

3 cloves garlic, diced

2 spring onions, chopped small

1 tbsp Shaoxing cooking wine

1 tbsp mala peppercorn oil (optional)

4 tbsp Lao Gan Ma crispy chili oil

3 tbsp soy sauce

2 tbsp sesame oil

1/2 tbsp sugar

1 tbsp tahini

Vegetable oil, for cooking

Method:

In a pan, lightly fry the shallots, mushrooms , and spring onions. Once the mushrooms release their water and start to shrink, add the garlic and continue to fry until the garlic and shallots are browned.

Add the meat when the vegetables soften, and add a splash of soy sauce and about 2-3 tsp sesame oil to infuse the fragrance. Stir-fry until browned and cooked through, then set aside.

Liberally salt your water and boil your noodles for 4-6 minutes (depending on the brand/type of noodles this may vary, please see packet for instructions).

While the noodles cook, prepare the sauce. Combine the Shaoxing, Lao Gan Ma, mala oil, soy sauce, sesame oil, sugar, and tahini in a bowl, then mix well. Pop the mixture back into the pan with the meat, and quickly mix together on low heat to warm it up.

Strain your noodles and divide into bowls. Top with the meat sauce and serve immediately.

Optional: serve with boiled eggs marinated overnight in soy sauce. Hard boil your eggs and peel them, before leaving them to sit in a tupperware container overnight in the fridge, submerged in 1/4 cup dark soy sauce and 1/2 cup water. Serve cold as a side to your noodles.

#Food #the elder scrolls #tes #cooking #Dunmer #Recipe #Recipes #dark elf #dark elves #Tamriel #Noodles #games #gamer #gaming #geek #Meat #meat recipes #Sadri's nix-hound noodles

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verdantcrimson · 2 months

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Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 5

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[The next day]

Nazuna: —So yesterday, me and Keito-chin did some research to figure out what kind of wagashi to make for Valentine’s day.

Nazuna: Kuro-chin, you should have a look at the recipe too.

Kuro: Yup. Already heard about what we’ll be makin’ from Hasumi danna.

Kuro: What was it… We were gonna make a kind of wagashi called ‘nejikiri’, right?¹

Nazuna: You meant to say ‘nerikiri’, right? Saying we’re going to make screw cutters is scary, Kuro-chin!

Kuro: Sorry. Didn’t really check exactly what the name was. So, what kind of wagashi are nerikiri, exactly?

Nazuna: It’d be quicker to just show you on my phone. Nerikiri is a kind of wagashi made with bean paste that’s also fun to look at.²

Kuro: Ahh, I’ve seen those. Kanzaki brings them to me sometimes.

Kuro: I get it. Now that you mention it being fun to look at, I can see how cute they are.

Kuro: When Kanzaki gave ‘em to me, I ate ‘em without really lookin’ too close. I feel kind of sorry about that now.

Nazuna: Ahaha, well I’d feel good eating something delicious too.

Kuro: So, why’d ya decide on nerikiri?

Nazuna: After our market research, we realized that people like cutesy stuff for Valentine’s day.

Kuro: Ah, s’pose that’s true. Girls love cute things, after all.

Kuro: Recently my little sister’s started preppin’ to make chocolate. I’m lookin’ forward to what kind of chocolate I’m gonna get. ♪

Nazuna: Ahaha, Kuro-chin, you’re on good terms with your little sister as usual~.

Nazuna: On Valentine’s day I’ll bet we’ll get to see you looking all smug because you got chocolate from your little sister. ♪

Kuro: I don’t plan on showin’ that side of myself so easily. Besides, it’s gonna be busy that day thanks to the Chocolat Festival.

Nazuna: You really think so~? You tend to slip up a lot when it comes to your little sister.

Nazuna: Well, we’ll save that fun for the day of. For now, let’s focus on wagashi!

Nazuna: Since you can shape nerikiri however you’d like, I thought we might be able to create a cute design for Valentine’s day!

Nazuna: Making the nerikiri paste is pretty time-consuming, but there’s nothing you can’t do at home! What do you think?

Kuro: Right. If we leave the cute design work to you, Nito, there won’t be much to worry about.

Nazuna: Yup! When it comes to cute stuff, leave it to us Ra*bits!

Nazuna: … Is what I would really like to say, but I’m not great at cooking.

Nazuna: So that’s why we’ll be relying on you, Kuro-chin!

Nazuna: Kuro-chin, you’re great with your hands, so I’m sure you’ll be able to make the cutest nerikiri of them all!

Kuro: M’not sure if I can live up to those expectations, but I’ll do what I can.

Kuro: Anyways, Hasumi danna and co. are runnin’ late. Are they not back yet?

Nazuna: They’re taking more time than you normally would to buy ingredients, aren’t they? I haven’t heard from them, so I’m a little worried.

Keito: Sorry, did we keep you waiting?

Nazuna: Woah, speak of the devil. Welcome back, Keito-chin and Rei-chin.

Kuro: Ya took your sweet time comin’ back, didja get into some sorta trouble?

Keito: No, we just stopped by the office to drop off a proposal.

Nazuna: A proposal? Well, it’s fine if you happened to find the time while out shopping, but I wish you’d tell us beforehand.

Keito: I’m sorry, the proposal was put together in a hurry after some discussion with Sakuma.

Keito: At the time I left, it hadn’t been completed yet, so I was unsure if we’d be able to submit it.

Kuro: A proposal that you finished in that much of a hurry? What kind is it?

Rei: It’s a plan for Valentine’s day wagashi. We went to the agency and proposed a cooking show with the theme of ‘Wagashi as the star of Valentine’s day’.

Nazuna: Wh- What!? Why’d you go and do that!?

Keito: I apologize for not asking you first. In retrospect, it wasn’t a good idea to put off having a proper discussion about it in our frantic rush to create a proposal.

Kuro: I don’t really care. I’m used to bein’ pushed around by you, danna, and it’s not like I can’t think for myself at all, right?

Nazuna: I don’t mind either, but could you at least explain why you made that plan?

Keito: The reason is quite simple. It’s to solve the problem that we encountered during our research yesterday.

Nazuna: It was the fact that the fancy, formal image of wagashi didn’t match people’s preferences for Valentine’s day sweets, right?

Keito: Indeed. Though that isn’t the case in actuality.

Keito: We will remedy this by appearing on a cooking show to promote them. We’ll introduce and make all sorts of cute looking wagashi.

Keito: Let’s spread the word that “wagashi can be the star of Valentine’s day too!”

Nazuna: Keito-chin, I didn’t think you would go that far……

Rei: It just so happened that the agency was looking for a Valentine’s day project aside from the Chocolat Festival.

Rei: Little lady Anzu is helping out too, so as long as things proceed smoothly, the plan should go through.

Nazuna: I-Is it really going to happen so fast?! Actually, that’s concerning…

Keito: I feel that way too. The fact that the agency is looking for additional Valentine’s day projects alongside the Chocolat Festival sounds too good to be true.

Keito: It feels like someone conveniently suggested it to them in advance, doesn’t it?

Rei: Goodness gracious, whatever are you suggesting? I haven’t got a clue myself.

Keito: … Well, it’s fine. I’ll let this odd coincidence slide for now, since it’s working in our favor.

Keito: Kiryu and Nito, I’m sorry for getting you involved without asking you first. Like I said before, if you can’t do it, feel free to turn me down right now.

Keito: In which case, Sakuma and I will simply film an introductory program by ourselves.

Nazuna: Don’t start talking like a stranger, Keito-chin! Since we’ve come this far together, I’ll definitely join in!

Kuro: Yeah, danna. It’d be worse if ya decided to have us be the only ones left out.

Keito: … I see. Thank you, both of you.

Rei: Fufu. Now that we’ve decided on this, we ought to start our practice in making the wagashi that will be introduced on the cooking show.

Rei: We can’t be making concrete chocolate on filming day, now can we? ♪

Keito: Hmph. Even if you hadn’t said that, I’m well aware that I’m the weakest link of the bunch.

Keito: However, you have no reason to worry. I’ll make them perfectly on the day of.

Keito: I’ll prove that wagashi can be the star of Valentine’s day too!

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Translation Notes

Nejikiri is, well, a screwcutter. I couldn't translate the pun, so I did my best.

Nerikiri are small, detailed sweets made of sweetened white bean paste and rice flour. They come in a variety of designs and shapes. I happened to stumble across an artist's Valentine's nerikiri. Have a look!

#Gourmand Fragrance #Keito Hasumi #Kuro Kiryu #Rei Sakuma #Nazuna Nito

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Fine Fragrances Market Demand

Global Fine Fragrances Market will exhibit a growth rate of 3.80% for the forecast period of 2021-2028

Global Fine Fragrances Market Analysis and Insights:

Fine fragrance is a mixture of chemicals that releases a sweet aroma into the air. Fine fragrance is used in consumer products like spray perfumes, body care, home care, cosmetics, soaps and detergents, and incense, and this attracts the eyeballs of the customers. Fine fragrances help to maintain a pleasant surrounding or environment. There are a wide variety of fine fragrances in the market are available via both offline and online modes of distribution.

Rising product innovations by the major players or manufacturers and increasing personal disposable income are the major factors fostering the growth of fine fragrances market. Growing penetration of consumer products, especially in the developing economies, rising demand for natural flavors and fragrances and growing application of fine fragrances in bathrooms in households are some other indirect fine fragrances market growth determinants. Growing penetration of e-commerce platforms especially in the developing economies, and shifting consumer lifestyle will also create lucrative and remunerative fine fragrances market growth opportunities in the long run.

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· International Flavors & Fragrances Inc.,

· Firmenich SA.,

· Symrise,

· Takasago International Corporation.,

· ROBERTET,

· T.Hasegawa USA Inc,

· MANE,

· Amway,

· The Estée Lauder Companies

· Kao Corporation

· Alchemilla

· Graham Chemical Corporation

· Albert Vieille SA

· Alexami Cosmetics

· Organica Aromatics Pvt Ltd

· Rhodia Organics

· Bare Organics Inc.

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“But you know, you perfumers, in the deep unfolding rose of your hearts, you know that fragrance is no automobile or table setting, no insurance policy, no Preparation H. Attempts to reduce perfume to a predictable product with which cost accountants can safely deal; attempts to own it, control it, and make it happen when the mysterious spirit is not there are fated to end in crude failure and coarse farce.

Perfuming is most unlike manufacture. And perfumers should be proud to assume our historic roles as enchanters, soul feeders, sacred pimps, and alchemists. 'Marketing people' are fine enough when it comes to peddling wares, but let us remember always that it is the perfumer, the flowermaster, the guardian of the Blue Hour, who can charm the birds and bees in the human spirit-and destroy its dinosaurs."

—Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

#lit #tom robbins #perfume

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drhu0806 · 2 months

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Remembrance of things past

“And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me...immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theatre to attach itself to the little pavilion, opening on to the garden, which had been built out behind it for my parents...all from my cup of tea.” - Marcel Proust, À la recherche du temps perdu

“What the heck is all this?”

Luna is a storm in the kitchen when Seven returns to the apartment. The counters are littered with open packages of raw meat and fish, platters of sliced vegetables, a bucket of uncooked noodles set off to the side. There are jars holding sauces of various colors and fragrances she can’t even begin to name, and a pot of something is left to boil on the stove.

“Hi, Seven! Happy New Year!”

A head pops up from beneath the counters, and Luna greets her with a big smile. She pulls out something large from below: it’s a portable stove, attached to a small propane tank.

“Happy… New Year to you too? Is that what we’re celebrating?”

Luna nods happily, oblivious to the wariness in which Seven regards the large amount of uncooked ingredients as she brings the stove to the small dining table. Behind them, steam begins to billow up from the pot as its contents are finally brought to a boil.

“Yup! I wanted to have hot pot, so I got all this stuff just for the occasion. Help me get all this stuff onto the table, won’t you?”

Hot pot. Seven’s at least seen the term before, written on some packages she’s seen when Luna takes her grocery shopping at the local Asian market. She assumes the titular pot in question is the one that’s currently boiling; she ferries as much as she can over to the table as she keeps watch over Luna out of the corner of her eye. The latter sets the portable stove alight before gingerly transferring the boiling pot onto it. Through the glass lid, Seven can finally make out some of its contents: the pot is split into two sections, one half containing a pale yellow broth, while the other houses a scarier, oily red liquid.

“Lunes, at some point you’re gonna have to explain how this works to me.”

It takes several more minutes of setting the table and beckoning from Luna before Seven feels comfortable to sit. A bowl of mixed sauces topped with cilantro sits in front of each of them, with a fork and spoon—and a set of trainer chopsticks, a joke on Luna’s part, much to Seven’s chagrin—included with hers. With a dramatic flourish, Luna lifts the lid to the pot, and they’re both hit with a brief wave of heat as a plume of steam blossoms. A wonderfully rich aroma fills the small apartment, and the February winter chill instantly melts away.

“I guess it’s like, uh, fondue?” Luna explains. “Not that I’ve ever tried that myself… But watch, you just take what you want here, like this, when the broth is boiling...”

She pries away a slice of what appears to be finely cut lamb, swirling it around in the pale broth to cook for a few seconds before placing it in Seven’s bowl.

“Make sure to get it real good in that dipping sauce, and if you need a little extra spice,” she waves a hand over the angry red half of the pot, “then you use this side.”

The smell is truly divine, a hearty aroma rising from one half of the pot, cut with the peppery fumes from the other half. Its oily surface bubbles in a magma-like fashion, and Seven can’t help but regard it with a hint of fear.

“Is it normal to have a spicy side? It looks so…”

Luna laughs. “I’ve just never had this kind before! It’s always fun when there are two, don’t you think? I think they pair well together.”

She’s skeptical, but it’s hard to resist Luna’s enthusiasm as she begins throwing in ingredients to simmer, tending to the pot like a witch tends to her cauldron. Before long, the small apartment is filled with delicious aromas and raucous laughter. (and the occasional tears, as Seven discovers very quickly how truly hot one half of the pot is). The table quickly becomes a mess, splattered with water and sauce as the careful arrangement of raw ingredients scatter all over, yet neither of them pay any mind. Seven can’t remember the last time food as ever tasted this good, or the last time a meal in general has ever been this fun.

It shouldn’t surprise her, really. It’s always fun when it’s the two of them.

The night wears on, food is steadily finished, and eventually the time to clear the table comes. Seven has to lean back in her chair, feeling as though her stomach will burst.

“Ugh… Luna, how are you even moving? I’m so full.”

Her companion truly doesn’t look much better off than her, yet Luna continues to do her best to clear away as much of the table as she can. Muttering a promise to help her in a bit, Seven painstakingly moves to the old couch nearby, collapsing onto it with a groan.

Minutes pass by, and the sensation in her stomach doesn’t fade. Even with her eyes closed, she can still hear Luna shuffling about, her footsteps slow. She can’t stand the thought of hauling that large pot of broth anywhere in their current state, and Seven calls out, “Luna! We’ll get it tomorrow. Come sit before you throw up and we have to clean up more.”

There’s no response, but she feels the weight of someone plopping into the space next to her. The sudden jostle elicits another whine from Seven.

“Don’t… I’m gonna barf.”

“Not on me, you’re not.”

It’s instinctual and automatic, the way Luna crawls into Seven’s arms, the way the latter opens them for her. Their tangled forms are unceremoniously draped over the couch, smelling rather unpleasantly of meat. Yet in spite of her roiling stomach, how much she wishes to simply turn into a formless blob right there and then, somehow she feels content and peaceful in that moment. There’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

“So, is there a reason you wanted to turn us into overinflated beach balls for New Year’s or…?” she mumbles.

Luna doesn’t answer immediately, and Seven can almost hear her thinking.“We’d have it whenever we visited family. Not so much with my folks here though.” She shifts, lifting her head so she can look at her. “Hot pot is always better with family and friends, you know?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s just me here,” Seven snorts in response.

Luna smiles peacefully, lowering her head to tuck it against her shoulder. “That’s all I need.”

Seven doesn’t say anything, because what more needed to be said? With Luna, she knows they could find fun and joy in nothing more than a brown paper sack. Seven and Luna, Luna and Seven. What more did they even need, when they already had it all?

“Hey, Sev?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna move from the couch until morning, just saying.”

She lets out a laugh, wrapping her arms tighter around her as she brings her closer. The discomfort in her stomach hasn’t abated, but she finds she doesn’t mind much, feeling nothing but warmth and content in this little space just for the two of them.

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Later…

Luna, with a grunt, has contorted her body on the cool floor of her tiny kitchen as she rummages through the lower cupboards. Various mismatched pieces of dishware are extracted and sorted in a slow, painstaking effort to organize.

Without a light, she can’t see all the way into the dark interiors of the cupboards, and she extends her arm deep into one, searching for anything left in this particular spot. Her fingers brush against something cold and metallic, and Luna, confused, pulls it out.

Its weight and odd shape are explained when the object comes to light; it’s a small portable stove, covered lightly in dust from sitting forgotten in the back of a cabinet for who knows how long. She recognizes it as the one she used for a very specific type of meal, one she hasn’t had in about as long as the stove has gone unused. Memories involuntarily bubble up to the surface, ones she thought she buried.

A boiling pot of broth. Startled shrieks as hot liquid splashes. A diverse, colorful spread across the table, as close to a modern feast they may ever know. A pot split in half, mild to spicy, light to dark, two halves of a whole. Boisterous, joyous laughter, warm smiles.

After all this time, she’s always taken by surprise, again and again, of how it can sneak up on her. The silence within the apartment suddenly becomes too loud: no other footsteps to be heard, no other voice besides her own to listen for within this tiny space. No matter how hard she tries to look away from it, it dances in her periphery, the frayed edges of the Seven-shaped hole in her universe.

With a huff, Luna unceremoniously shoves the burner back into its dark corner. Abandoning her kitchen to a state of unorganized stacks of dishes and kitchenware, Luna grabs her keys and throws on a jacket. She storms out of the apartment, begging for escape from its claustrophobic stillness, for the release that may come with the air that could blow it all away.

Yet no matter how long she runs, she can’t shake off the faint scent of broth that clings to her wherever she goes.

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BONUS:

A bell rings as the door opens, the members of Soft Violence laughing as they step into the restaurant. Avina halfheartedly tries to hush them as they signal to staff, who eventually lead them to an available table.

“Damn, look at what they’ve got over at that table,” Pope points out. “Maybe we should get that.”

“Pope, don’t just stare at someone else’s food!” Avina chastises.

Seven grins at their boisterousness, switching her attention to the menu. Compared to the others, it doesn’t take her long to pick out what she likes, and after a bit of waiting their table is laden with various dishes, family style. Pope and Kieran waste no time piling food onto their plates as they dig in.

“Damn, Seven, you were so right ordering this,” Kieran praises through a mouth full of food. “This is so good!”

“That’s great, man, but do you think you could tell me without spitting all over the rest of the food?” she laughs.

She spoons some mapo tofu onto her plate, a personal favorite of hers. The sauce isn’t quite the shade of red she likes, but she doesn’t fault it too much as she takes a bite. It’s got a strong flavor profile, expected of this particular dish, perfectly fine, and yet…

“It’s so good.”

Seven purses her lips, contemplative. “It’s not bad, but to be honest it’s not as good as when Luna ma—”

The name slips out before she can stop herself, and her throat immediately closes after. Everyone at the table freezes, in a moment that really only lasts for a second, yet it feels like it stretches for an eternity. Seven claws herself back to reality, forcing words out her lips.

“I mean, it’s fine, I guess. Yeah.” She conspicuously piles more tofu onto her plate, aggressively shoving more pieces in her mouth, even though she feels like throwing up. Even though all she wants is to spit it out, to tear away at the inside of her mouth, to rip out the memories that she now knows are painfully sewn into not just her soul, but her very flesh.

It just isn’t fair. She wants to run out and scream. To curse the one person in the world responsible, to scratch away at her own skin in hopes of exorcising the ghost that haunts her every step, every breath, and down to every last bite.

She never could have imagined sitting at a table of four could be lonelier than sitting at a table of two.

But she has to remind herself that it’s lunchtime, and they’re in a public restaurant. So Seven swallows her food and her pain, like she’s done so often before.

Avina, as always, is the first to recover. “Oh, is it really that good? I’ll try some.”

The tense moment passes as everyone else refocuses on the meal, leaving Seven woodenly chewing for the rest of the night, trying hard to ignore the way everything turns to ash on her tongue.

#infamous if #infamous oc #seven lawless #my writing #owlscratch #oc: luna gao #revising this i realized i was in some kind of mood when i started this LOL #i'm gonna be straight up with y'all i think i either just had hot pot when i began #or i was really craving it LMAOOOO #anyway food as a love language my beloved: SHADOW VERSION haha

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──── Given the fact that Asmodeus is the embodiment of lust, he knows so many ins and outs, tips and tricks, and one of his best tricks is smelling good. * Almost (Ozzie's interpretation) constantly. When he thinks he needs to shower, his partner is often telling him no he doesn't and their desire to be on/around him is increased by ten fold. Ozzie values cleanliness and deeply appreciates it when it's reciprocated. Being nasty is fun, it's hot! But there's nasty and then there's nasty. Don't be nasty, now. Ok?

Asmodeus loves colognes, fragrances, especially oil-based types as they wear much longer. Best part is with oils: the harder you play, the better and stronger the fragrance. Even with sprays, he has the knowledge to ensure they last significantly longer than how others can get them to last.

With love potions out, Ozzie brought in the hobby of experimenting and making his own personal collections of fragrances. Some heavenly feminine, others deviously masculine, finely tuned all the way down to even a fine medium of gender neutral scents. Some of these fragrances are crafted for the market, maybe some of the best stuff are exclusively for him or he'll keep it to himself to "test run" and release it for a limited time.

As mentioned for his clubs, pheromones are pumped in them. Especially in the VIP rooms for reasons mentioned in a previous post. And these same pheromones are part of his aromatic makeup. He doesn't use these pheromones in his clubs for malicious intent (be for real), it's purely designed to set the mood and to help guests relax. And ... to serve as a reminder where they are: one of — if not the most — prestigious club(s) to be at. Enjoy yourself while you're there.

Ozzie takes showers religiously. Even after the showers and putting on a cologne of choice, there's still the underlying scent of his natural pheromones. if he foregoes any fragrance, it's only the soap (*which he also usually creates or has his own exclusive line from a friend of a friend) and that same lingering musk pheromone. Nothing too overbearing, light enough to not notice until he's in close proximity. Some have described Ozzie as naturally smelling more of amber with a touch of jasmine or powdery vanilla. Others have described a nice thin layer of amber, woody, pepper, musk.

#── ♡ ❝ chain of memories. ( meta )#i dont rly like the word musk but anyway.#clarke gives a lot of solid questions #and these posts are detailed descriptions in response to their questions :}#gotta give notes i hope most are familiar with akfjsa #just think of the nicest colognes u smelled. kay?#one i use cough&appliedtoozziecough is sauvage from dior. it gets A LOT of attention. as the wearer.

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Anything and everything (ying'er x reader)

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A co-worker asks you out for dinner, and you're aiming for a good first impression with your best friend's expertise in perfumery. Given this generous window of opportunity, Ying'er decides with finality that it's now or never.

Content warnings: NSFW, DEAD DOVE, drugging/mind control, dubcon

"What's in that?"

The smell wafting from a vial is strangely addicting. The color is odd, spiraling with combinations of pinks and other warm tones that seem to meld endlessly into one another like crashing waves, nearly drawing you into a deep trance. It's sweet. With a hint of cinnamon and maybe something else.

Ying smiles at you. "Trade secret." She answers cryptically.

"It smells good." You reply, and take another whiff of the intoxicating scent despite the unusual appearance. "It smells really good."

"I actually handcrafted this one," She confesses, retrieving the vial after you've finished sampling. "with you in mind."

You huff out a laugh. "If you told me what it was, maybe I could appreciate it even more."

"Nice try," She teases with a smug grin. "What's the occasion?"

You let the question linger in the air for a beat longer. Hoping she bites, you then offer, "Why don't we exchange secrets?"

"I'm asking because I need to know who you're looking to impress, honey."

You try not to blush at the nickname, but you have a creeping suspicion that the heat has already reached your cheeks. There is a faint flicker of mirth and shining victory present in her eyes. "Fine. A coworker asked me out for dinner." You relent after some thought, too drained from work to argue back. "I think it's a date."

Ying's expression turns from curious to thoughtful, then to something you can't quite discern.

"I just want a good first impression." You supply nervously.

"Of course. You don't need to worry. You're lucky I like you. I have a generous selection at the back that will work, guaranteed." She says with expertise in marketing her craft, complemented with a flirty wink. "All made by yours truly."

Her confidence wasn't conjured from nothing.

She did have quite a variety of limited samples, all beautifully handcrafted and decorated with a cute bow. Some were sweet, a little fruity. Some were fragrant, reminiscent of sweet flowers or even mints. All shared one unusual feature in common: that same addictive rush running down your delicate nerves every time you inhale a whiff of the perfume.

Her perfume.

Your nose trails after her scent like a dog, acutely aware upon realization that she's wearing the exact same fragrance as the one you smelled from the first vial.

"You smell good." You blurt out. Regret clots your throat, embarrassment thick and suffocating, but it's too late to take back those words.

Ying stops pacing between aisles and meets your gaze under her pretty eyelashes. "You noticed," She looked genuinely shocked, to your surprise, stepping closer, swirling the contents inside that same vial. "You seem to really like this one."

Now it's your turn for your heart to thrum in anticipation. You've started taking deeper breaths through your lips to compensate for how thick the air seems to have gotten, clouding your senses with spice, and sweetness, and… and-

Ying's face is mere inches from you. Since adolescence, she's grown to be a little taller, even if you've always been taller years ago. It feels almost unnatural to have to crane your neck this much just to meet her intense gaze. And yet so natural.

Her hands reach to your exposed jugular.

"Y-Ying'er-'' You gasp. The wall behind you felt cool to the touch but not quite enough to pull you out of your trance. There's no space left for you to move. You're horrified to find that being caged by her against the wall feels oddly familiar. Comforting, even. Like it's something you've always wanted. Like it's something you've always needed.

"Would you like some help to try it on?" She offers.

You'll push back, tell her you'll fare well without it, and if she insists, you could apply the perfume yourself.

But with the way she watches your expressions change intently, hands never moving from your throat, and unwilling to back off, you almost feel obligated to say-

"Yes… please…" You murmur automatically.

"As you wish, baobei."

Your throat goes dry at the pet name and at the same time, it feels as though it sent a jolt of electricity between your legs. It must've been a mistake if you didn't know any better, but Ying's confidence left no room for error. "K-knock it off, Ying!" You recoil, but one hand quickly slips around your hips to still you.

She only flashes you a teasing smile. "Relax, dear. I'm just preparing you for when you land yourself a wonderful lover." She uncaps the vial and gently rubs the substance over your pulse.

Despite the neck being one of the most sensitive, and consequently, most ticklish spots, you can't help but melt into her soft fingers, running slow circles over your skin. "There we go," She leans in to whisper in your ear, sending shivers to the base of your spine. "Easy does it."

"Are all your perfumes like this?" You wonder out loud. A thick layer of cotton clogs your ears, everything sounding distant and fuzzy.

"Like what, dear?"

"It makes me feel…" You sigh, trying to find the right words despite how foggy your mind is and heavy your limbs feel. The neverending ache persists somewhere, though it doesn’t hurt. In fact, it's tempting to unwittingly chase it. "It makes me feel… ah, good…"

"Since you're so honest with me, maybe I'll let you in on a little secret, too." She hums, lips now just ghosting over your jaw. Your eyelids shut and you tilt your head for better access. "I noticed you’ve been so stressed from work and life lately. So I got you a little surprise."

"You did?"

"Mm. That boy of yours caused me quite the panic, you know. I wanted to give you my present a little later." She sighs, petting your hair like she would with an animal. "If it weren't for him, I would've first taken you to a more romantic setting."

She pauses, but her gentle massage doesn't stop, as if to help you maintain your trance. "Ah, I meant relaxing. Maybe your room, or mine. We could use some privacy and a bed."

"A bed sounds nice…"

"Quite so. But you're fine if we do it here, aren't you?"

Do what here? "Yes."

"That's my good girl." The praise comes off as a sultry flirt, sending coils of liquid heat to pool low in your stomach, and your legs threaten to give out under you.

"Now, I added some… relaxants in this perfume. It was terribly expensive, but all worth it in the end, only because you like it so much." She continues, hands fiddling with the buttons of your coat and pants, now that you've stopped resisting, slumped against the wall. "The seller said it had, well, some mind altering substances. Something about the alchemical properties rewiring your brain to be a little more easily influenced by external factors. Nothing we should be messing with. But you know I would never put you in danger."

Alchemical this, external factors that. Her words began to grow increasingly jumbled and confusing, so you merely focused on what you could. "I know you wouldn't, Ying." You repeat obediently.

"You look flustered." She notes, lips hovering just over yours. "How are you faring?"

"Hot… And… And I'm tired…" You slur, tears gathering in your vision as you fight with everything to stay conscious if only to continue basking in Ying's wonderfully soothing voice. "It's too hot…"

"Let me help you with that." She suggests (it’s not a suggestion, you know as well as she does… sort of), pulling apart your blouse and exposing cleavage. "So pretty. Beautiful, all for me to take…" A wave of instant relief crashes over when she pushes your bra up. She moves down to press gentle kisses over your bare breasts. "You love it when I do this, don't you?"

"I do," You sigh, head beginning to lull.

"You feel so relaxed when mommy touches you like this, right?"

"R-right…" Eyelids starting to close on their own. A little shut-eye wouldn't hurt, would it?

"No one makes you feel as good as mommy does.”

“Only mommy.” Absentminded. Pliant. Obedient, just as she'd like you. Perfect for her.

“Good, good. Good girl.” You're vaguely aware that she knows how weak her praise makes you, and yet, you inevitably sink deeper into her firm grasp on your faltering subconscious.

Then without warning, she turns you over to sit on the surface of a low counter, legs spread like a cheap whore, but of course, you weren’t nearly conscious enough to be embarrassed about that. So she has nothing to worry about. Her pretty little dove wouldn’t flutter away when she pushes two fingers easily inside of your dripping cunt.

Your body’s reaction is immediate, convulsing and squirming at the sudden intrusion, yet your consciousness seems to be lagging behind. You’re uncomfortable, but why?

"God, I've been waiting for this forever…" She sighs, thrusting in at snail pace. "You make such cute noises, makes me wanna eat you right up.." You're suddenly aware of the pleasure fraying your nerves, desperately shifting your hips for more and more.

With her free hand, she grabs your shoulder, letting you hunch over, face into her neck to relax once more in her tender caress. "Shh… Let mommy take care of you, darling." She chides you, like a baby- not that you'd mind, anyway. "There’s no need to rush."

A thick mist clouds any shred of coherent thought like a protective barrier, and you're left to stumble alone, knocked around like a ragdoll. The only thing that should be left on your mind by now would be the strong scent of her- her. Mommy.

And the more you indulge in the deep ocean of mommy's gentle, guiding words, the deeper you sink. The deeper you sink into her abyss, the warmer you feel and the harder it is to make out light and dark, sound and silence. Your breath comes fast and ragged and you clench up around the deft fingers that fill you so nicely.

Just as you feel your core boiling over, she slows to a halt, and pulls out, leaving you empty and desolate. The world comes crashing down, surroundings spinning and blurring beyond recognition. Your hands leave the warmth of mommy's body and catches the cold hard countertop. Suddenly, nothing about this is pleasant. You whine, hoping for mommy to make it all better.

Please, you probably beg (though you aren't sure, it could have very well been incoherent slurring given your pathetic state), please make it better.

It's difficult to catch the soft pair of lips that caress your damp skin while you're still stumbling about to collect yourself (to no avail).

"I want this to last, darling." She whispers apologetically. "It wouldn't be fun if I didn't get to train you into mommy's precious little whore, now, would it?"

That's right. There's nothing more gratifying than the affection and adoration that mommy provides you. You're treasured and loved and there's nothing to worry about because she will be here, and all will be good.

Just like that, you easily sink back into her hold, so eager to dip yourself back into the tidal waves of pleasure lulling you into such a state.

Everything feels just right. You want to be mommy's whore, her sweetheart, her darling. Anything and everything.

Anything and everything for mommy.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Could you do HCs of how Bad Batch members would spoil/give their partners gifts? Would it be a holiday or special occasion? What type of gifts would they give?

Oh that's cute!

The Bad Batch x Reader - Gifts And Tokens Of Appreciation

Mostly Fluffy Stuff

Hunter

His way of spoiling you or showing his love, is mostly spending time with you. He doesn't have that much time, but every free minute he spends with you.

He has a habit to carve figures from pieces of crude wood. He can make the prettiest and finest little figures and you already have a collection of those. When he is on a mission with a stakeout in the wilds, he tends to carve those figures. Animals mostly, he has a thing for loth wolfs. Since he knows you he gifted you every carved figure he made.

Aside from that he made you a pendant, a fine wooden cross with a shiny stone in the color of your eyes in the middle on a leather band that you wear almost day and night. He also made you a sweet bracelet with wooden pearls, ingraved with filigrane patterns.

Whenever he can he brings back some souvenir from his mission to you. The souvenirs can vary from specifiv fruits, over little art pieces to jewlery, depending on what is a very special feature in the respective region.

All in all, he loves to show you that he thinks about you, his thoughts stay with you when you're not there, that's mostly what these gifts represent. You are always on his mind.

On special days, he always knows what you need or want most and will get it for you. You never really know what you get though, but you are always super happy as soon as you get it.

Echo

His love language is mostly acts of services and favors. He found his love for cooking and he loves to cook for you whenever he gets the chance and he is actually really good at it. Sometimes he let's you help a little but mostly he wants you to sit down and let him service you. It's one of his ways to show he cares and loves you. And you can taste it in the food he makes for you and see it in the way he presents it to you. In another life, Echo could have been a chef in a fine restaurant.

He brings you sweets, your favourite snacks, especially at that time of the months when he knows you need some extra loving care. He likes to take you to places whenever you two find the time and the credits, visiting wine markets with tasting for example. There is an exquisit one on Naboo, very pretty, very neat. Sometimes you bring home a few bottles and he cooks a fine dinner for the two of you.

He also brings you special lotions and soaps from time to time, he knows your skin type and what you are most comfortable with. He actually gives it some thought and also knows which fragrances appeal to you more and pays attention to it.

On special days he'll spoil you with your favourite foods, selfmade of course, some fine wine and a special perfume.

Wrecker

He brings you flowers regularly, as often as he can. Pretty, fragrant flowers, because they remind him of you, pretty and fragrant. Sometimes it is only a single special flower but always with love and always with an adoring smile. You are special and he likes to show you that.

Whenever he sees something pretty that he can afford and that he thinks you might like, he takes it. He has brought you all kinds of things, from clothes, to jewelry, to fruit baskets, to exotic potted plants. If it's pretty and he can afford it, he brings it to you. He would never steal, that would not have the same value for him as something honestly acquired.

And he loves to massage you. He is so good at it, you melt under his hands, every time.

The last thing he brought you was a beautiful necklace. His beaming face when you put the necklace on the next morning is priceless.

On special days he gets you a huge bouquet of flowers your favourite sweets and a day out with him, the movies, funfair or a day at the beach.

Crosshair

You received a special gift from him that you practically always wear, a silver necklace with a crosshair, in the center of which is a glittering stone the color of your eyes. The only truly romantic gift he has given you so far.

"Now I'm everywhere you go".

Otherwise, he likes to give you silk scarves, but that's almost a selfish gesture, because he loves it when you're naked and wearing only those silk scarves, preferably tied around your wrists to the bed.

Every now and then when he discovers something special that he knows you like, he brings it. He finds that if he keeps showering you with gifts, eventually it's no longer special.

On special days he takes you out for dinner, sometimes even with flowers and is extra caring and selfless in bed that night.

Tech

His way of making gifts is mostly gadgets to make your life easier. he tinkers and builds things for you, repairs your stuff. Whenever something break, you can be sure Tech knows a way to fix it and he will right away, because you asked him to.

Aside from that, he likes giving acts of service in intimate nature, he loves to spoil you and give you pleasure, he is fully focused on you and let's you feel his adoration. He takes his time, he knows what you like and he is very attentive.

He teaches you things, that's something he thinks is very valuable and he loves to share his knowledge with you. There is nothing more important than knowledge, his mind is full of things he wants to share and he absolutely loves to share it with you.

On special days he likes to take you on expeditioning trips, seing pretty architecture and interesting cultures with a exotic dinner and a calm night in a nice bed with hours of intimate spoiling.

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