#i have some perfume sample sets on here but i think some of them are out of stock bc they've been on there a while

[rogersstevie]

sighhh looking at my bookmarks of present ideas for my mom and none of it sounds good rn

[ambiguouspuzuma]

The Recipe

It was a recipe for disaster. At least, that's what the book said. Mayhem, malice, and everything between. Ingredients salt, oil, candles, goat's milk, one clove of garlic and a smattering of cloves. Preparation time twenty-five minutes. Summons a demon and binds them to their master's will.

Serves one.

"Are you sure this is the real deal?"

"I don't know." Roz had found it in one of the old books upstairs, the dusty tomes she collected as much for the aesthetic as anything else. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

"I mean, shouldn't it be eye of newt, toe of frog, and all that?" Mari was a close enough friend to humour Roz's eccentricities, but that didn't mean she didn't harbour her own doubts. "Not stuff that we can pick up from the local supermarket."

"I just hope that table salt is fine," Roz said, pouring some in a wide circle on the floorboards. "They didn't have those fancier pots of seasalt flakes, or the pink Himalayan stuff you see nowadays."

"I don't see how it matters," Mari said. "It's salt. What's it going to do? Surely any demon worth his salt won't be deterred by some."

"How should I know? Maybe they're like snails."

"My dad says you can put down bark, or copper, and it works the same in your garden. Do you think a copper ring would work on demons?"

"I don't even know that this one will." Roz threw her hands up in the air, accidentally spraying a handful of salt across the room. "Look, I don't know if demons are real, or if this ritual is real, or if I'm doing any of this properly. But I'm going to try it, and we'll just see what happens."

With Mari's questions out of the way, Roz proceeded with the remaining set up: a chalk pentagram within the circle, dribbly candles at opposite points outside it, and a stick of incense that only seemed to incense her asthma. Her personal hell was a perfume shop, or one of those places that sold rainbow coloured bath bombs, so perhaps her person demon would feel suitably at home.

She took a puff on her inhaler, reached out for Mari to hold her hand, and began to read the incantation from the page. It was in Latin script, but not in any language she recognised, so she hoped that her pronunciation was close enough. She'd struggled in French at school, and this felt like it had slight higher stakes: as much as she'd feared the displeasure of Mme Blanc, she hadn't carried the threat of damnation to the underworld.

"Oh, great. Teenage girls. Why am I not surprised?"

The demon arrived in a foul mood. He was short, covered in crimson spines, and slightly smoking at the edges, but he wasn't entirely unlike Mme Blanc in his demeaning demeanour. Someone had clearly surfaced from the wrong side of the sulphur pit.

"Uh, hi." Mari was looking to Roz to say something, but she wasn't sure what that was. The book hadn't been clear on that part, and she hadn't even expected to get this far. Did they introduce themselves, or was it a bad idea to give their names? Was that demons or elves? "Thank you for coming."

"You say that like I had a choice."

"Sorry. So... what's the deal here? Do we get three wishes or something?" Mari gave her a nudge. "Is that together, or each?"

"Free samples?" the demon answered scathingly. "No, there's only one deal here. You can have anything that it's in my power to give. But first, you must pledge over your soul."

"Oh." Roz looked over at Mari, who seemed equally lost. "Can we have some time to consider?"

"Sure, waste more of my time." The demon seemed to smoke more when he was annoyed. Perhaps that had been why he was smoking to start with. "It's not like I'm busy."

"Thanks."

The friends backed away into a corner, not knowing whether it made the slightest bit of difference as to whether the demon could listen in, but feeling the need for some veneer of privacy. Roz kept a subtle eye on him in turn, but he seemed to have taken the opportunity to sit down and rest his head in clawed hands. Even if he could hear them, he looked like he would try his best not to.

"Did you have any thoughts?" she whispered.

"You mean you didn't think this through?" Mari asked in turn, her whisper more urgent. "Even with the three wishes thing?"

"I wished for it to work. I never thought it would."

"Doesn't the recipe say anything?"

"No." Roz double-checked the instructions, but there was no serving suggestion. "I've got nothing off the top of my head. I'm guessing you're the same?"

"I'm just here to back you up. You can do whatever you like, but I don't want any part of any deal for myself."

"Fair enough," she said, then gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you."

They returned to the edge of the circle, where the table salt lay undisturbed. If the demon could cross it, he didn't seem to have tried; if this was his portal back to hell, Roz supposed this was the equivalent of loitering in the doorway, waiting to be allowed to leave.

"Sorry," she told him. "I don't think there's anything I want more than my soul, really. It's kind of my most valuable possession."

"Of course," the demon sighed, but he didn't look surprised. "Another cold call, just wasting my time. Are you going to banish me now?"

"Almost," Roz said. Something about the way he'd said it made her pause. "What about you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Is there anything that's in our power to give? Forgive me for prying, but you don't exactly seem too happy in your current role. Job satisfaction is important. Are there opportunities for advancement, work-afterlife balance, that sort of thing?"

"Oh." For the first time since they'd summoned him, he seemed interested in what she had to say. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it, not knowing any alternatives."

"We can help with that." Roz looked over to Mari, who nodded. "We can't offer any otherworldly pleasures, but, well... worldly pleasures? We can start off small, if you like. Have you ever tried a cookie?"

[vitruvianmanbara]

I've kind of been thinking on it but the idea of getting into perfumes and having a "signature scent" has kinda appealed to me more and more lately. But the thing is I'd have no idea where to start. My sense of smell is p notably underdeveloped and while I do have a few things I'm partial to, its all so vague rn I might as well be grasping as straws lol but id still like to try. So how could/should I go about figuring these things out for myself to start exploring and finding what I like

Hmmm I'm not sure what you mean when you say your sense of smell is underdeveloped...do you mean you often don't smell things that others might, that you have a hard time recognizing or putting words to specific scents, or both?

If you have things that you're partial to that's as good a place to start as any! When I started getting into perfume more seriously I knew that there were a few things I broadly liked - any time I'm at a TJ Maxx I'm sniffing whatever vetiver scented candles they have, when I was a kid I loved running around the men's section of department stores and shoving my face in the leather belts and shoes, and I've always enjoyed more green smells like sweet freshly cut grass, the soft bamboo you find in room diffusers, or the sharp medicinal quality of chopped rosemary. This hasn't entirely informed what I choose to sample, but it's definitely tracked with what I've found I've enjoyed. You can browse sites like Fragrantica by note and read what others are saying about perfumes that contain that note, if something catches your interest, bookmark it!

Beyond that, I think a big part of beginning to identify scents and your relationship to them is learning to put your personal experience of smell in your own words. Smell broadly! The things in your spice drawer, the dirt outside, your pets if you have any, grocery store bouquets, etc. Pay attention to what feelings and memories these smells evoke for you, what else they remind you of, or any other sensory qualities you experience when you smell them.

An example: I learned I like the scent of labdanum, a resin that comes from a plant that's not native to my area, because there was an addictive sensual aspect to my beloved churchy, meditative Basilica that I couldn't put my finger on...I noticed I "smelled" whatever it was mostly on the sides and back of my tongue, that it gave me an excited, butterflies in my stomach feeling whenever I felt it rolling around in my mouth, even though it didn't exactly read as sexy to me. When I got to smell labdanum on its own in this perfume, in all its brazenness, shamelessness, and severity, I began to appreciate how much it had been transformed texturally & softened by the creamy milk note in Basilica. Marquis de Sade's labdanum is raw pine sap, olive brine, fetish gear under a smart suit, the thrill of being pushed to your olfactory limits, the push and pull between revulsion & pleasure. Basilica's labdanum, tempered by heady serene church incense, wood rafters, kitchen herbs, and luscious cream is like waking up in the warm bed of a saint who left you in the middle of the night with the inside of your mouth still sticky. It's now a note I recognize & seek out, and it's entirely because I have my own set of (admittedly crass) associations with it, some more abstract, others specific.

This beginner's guide to perfume has a lot of helpful tips, here's some examples they give for things you can do to build your "scent library"

Other practical tips for navigating everything that's out there:

Consider what you want a fragrance to do for you on a basic level. Do you want it to mirror your personality or enhance it? Do you want it to help you give a different vibe or change your mood? Do you want it to be safe enough to wear to work/school or more unique & out there? I think that if you have a hard time picking out scent notes, it can be more useful to pay attention to whether a perfume is having the desired effect on you than the specifics of how it smells.

Use sites like Lucky Scent or Scent Split to purchase small samples of things that catch your eye, stop into stores that have perfumes available for sample and spray stuff on skin or test strips (Sephora, Ulta, Macy's etc). Sample broadly! Even if a perfume isn't exactly up your alley, you can still learn a lot about your preferences from smelling them.

If you have scents you've enjoyed smelling on yourself or other people, look them up on Fragrantica and browse the notes and reviews to look for things that are similar.

Sorry this is so long...I hope this helps a little! Just let your curiosity lead you, the more fragrances you try the more you'll be able to articulate what you like and what's not for you! Good luck! ❤️

[kuromitos]

Imagine with me....

It's your day off from work and you're hanging out with your friends, just having fun. You were asked what you did before meeting up and you said shopping which made you bring up this perfume shop you visited.

You didn't buy anything but you caught a whiff of this really good men's cologne that just got. You couldn't describe the smell but it was amazing scent that made you swoon. While talking about it, you jokingly said this

'If I had a boyfriend and he wore that cologne, I would jump him right then and there!'

Everyone was laughing at the jokes and didn't think to much of it. You were just kidding, nobody was taking you seriously, right?

That is until the next day at work...

Gintoki Sakata

You were serving customers their food at the bar tonight instead of the usual serving drinks from behind the counter. Boss said it something about 'special service'. You were getting closer (physically) than before which you hate since it's only gross drunk men that smell like booze and sadness.

Hearing the bell above the door, signaling new customers, you lift your head to give the typical happy 'Welcome' greeting to them. Hearing a deep lazy voice answer back made you know that Sakata has returned for his usual order of red beans over rice and cold beer.

You get his order and walk to his table ,when put everything down in front of him, you catch a good whiff of him.

Sweet scent of strawberries with a hint of... that cologne from the other day?

No way. Can't be. But you remember that scent.

'You got some new cologne? Smells good. '

'No. Just a sample. Lady sprayed me before coming here.'

His eyes turned towards you in a certain way that makes your body shiver slightly.

'Said it makes women jump me on the spot. You think she was right?'

[Scenario works for Takasugi and Sakamoto aswell.]

Toshirou Hijikata

It's was pretty hectic day at the host club you worked at and it was because of one reason and one reason only.

Shinsengumi visit. Which means everyone are trying their best to gain the attention of these handsome officers. And by that you mean mainly Okita Sougo and Hijikata Toshirou.

Since Okita didn't come their sights were set on the demon vice chief but he decided to be entertained by you and you only. Which set everyone sights on you but there's some bad intentions in those stares.

The jealous glares was just the tip of this awkward moment since the vice chief wasn't a big talker which leads to alot of random pauses in the conversation.

'Work must of been pretty busy for you, Hijikata-san?'

'Not more than usual'

'I mean being the vice chief is a demanding position but only the best for job.'

'Hmmm.'

With one word responses and his stoic attitude, you wanted to trade with anyone here but you didn't want to be rude and you can't deny it but you're curious about why he chose you.

When you were about to ask him, he start to get closer to you and turns towards you. 'Can I ask you something personal?'

'But of course'

'Do you like men who wear cologne?' Huh? Cologne?

'As much as the next girl'

You noticed his face was heating up after you answered that question aswell his cup of Dom Perignon was empty. Being the good hostess you are, you fill it back up

But being near him, you get a good whiff of him. Nicotine and mayonnaise. There's an another scent mixed in. The cologne from yesterday?

'I heard women like men better if they're wearing cologne. I bought some and decided to wear it.' His face was bright red and turned down but he looked up at you with a nervous look in his eyes.

'Do you happen to like it?'

【Scenario works for Katsura,Kondo and Okita aswell】

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A new scenario format! What do you guys think? I actually like this since it can be short and sweet but still gives enough to enjoy. I plan to do more like this. So I hope you guys like it.

P.s. My ask box will close soon for reasons so if have a request don't be afraid to send anything.

[rgr-pop]

I’m looking for another signature gourmandy powdery thing with a lot of longevity. here are my mainstream perfume positions

- don’t like aquatics very much, don’t need more white florals though i do like them. hate any shampooy fragrance

- the only mainstream perfume that i can think of that i hate on me is black opium but i don’t know why. i also sadly don’t like muglers on me. it makes me think i wouldn’t like prada paradoxe but i am very drawn to that aesthetically so i want to like it

- my current special occasion perfume is ellis brooklyn sweet. i REALLY like this but unfortunately it doesn’t last long on me so i don’t wear it every day. a slightly messier and longer lasting version of this would be one ideal

- i’m out of prada candy and i will repurchase when i’m able. it also doesn’t last as long as i wish it would. i wish they’d make a ‘dark intense’ one. i’m very interested in a prada candy variant but i don’t think i’ve fallen in love with any.

- over the past few years i’ve really liked samples of: valentino donna born in roma, ralph lauren romance, burberry her (i think). i enjoy all of these enough to like buy at tj maxx but i’d rather find the better version of them (especially since they all have ugly bottles)

- the last perfume i bought a few years ago was dior poison hypnotique. i do love this and the bottle is the greatest (if you can stomach them i kind of think everyone should have a poison, especially for the price) but what i really wanted was juliette has a gun mmmm and i should have gotten that.

- i intend to acquire by the fireplace and i should do it for the fall. i’ve bought this for multiple people but i can never spring for it for myself. id love some recs of indie/weird girl versions of this!

- speaking of, do they not make lipstick on anymore??? hard to wear but i miss that.

- i want a doll head perfume and i would probably say this is a need. what i REALLY want is melissa zappas the pink bedroom. i looove the the perfume oil bottle. it’s perfect because it looks like the choco musk bottles only it costs ten times as much

- i reordered choco musk and i ordered a set that also has soft and dalal. this was cheap. al rehab choco musk is top five most essential perfumes in world history and if you even remotely think you’d like smellin chocolatey you have to snag yourself the perfume oil for seven to ten dollars. i went on fragrantica and learned that this is trending on tiktok which it should but i have had it six years or something. tiktok is welfare for girls who don’t know any heaux or arab girls

- i still wear la vie est belle, often because i don’t feel like i have a lot of options. i do love it but i’m embarrassed to wear it around others because it’s so much. i retain a lingering love for flowerbomb but they are so similar. i should at least get myself a flowerbomb sample to wear it more and think on it. i’ve liked many of the variants over the years too

- i also still wear si because i have a huge one. don’t really like it anymore. like to sleep in it or wear it around the house when i need a perfume shell. i miss si intense.

- used up ck downtown. id buy this again if i saw it at tj maxx also. i wouldn’t mind having another lite ozonic fragrance. i’d wear it as other people would wear something like clean and sporty

- open to trying some milk scents. historically i like them in candles but not on my body as much but i’m curious enough to keep trying.

- i got a mini of nest indigo from biscuitfortune. this has some flaws as a perfume but i’m in love with the tea note. i always forget how much i love this note like in hand soaps. why not perfume! need to discover more!

- one thing i do still have is like minimalist indie etc pure vanilla and sugar type scents. however every time i hear a girl going on about finding the perfect vanillla i’m like what if i tried more vanilla……

[twistedapple]

So, I've decided to share a tiny bit of what I am working on for my BG3 OC content. So have some insight on what Raphael thinks about her at some point in the story. Also, more reveal about Nuria: a track from her playlist as well as her full name reveal in the tags!

NOTE: this sample may be subject to modifications in the final version.

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In defiance of the sunset, the inner court of House el Asli was lit with countless lanterns and candles, increasing the shadows of the numerous plants decorating the place and giving an intimate mood to the soiree, which seemed to be respected by the guests - mostly the cream of Calimport, influencial persons with their fingers dipped in politics and finances. Raphael's own presence here was precisely for that reason, since he had some on-going deals to watch over and nudge in the right direction if necessary. But more importantly, he was waiting for a particular player to show up, the sort that would rarely miss such event, as it was the promise of many informations to be used and traded. She would be his main entertainment for the evening, he had no doubt.

His eyes wandered and there she was, a delightful sin dressed in a deep royal purple robe that covered everything, yet hid nothing with the way it draped her slender body. Her hair, usually covered with a long scarf, was fully visible for once, curls and waves set in an ornate updo that looked artistically messy to the ignorant - Raphael knew that on behalf of what she was, she would always look somewhat wind-swept, and even her usual scarf couldn't hide that - it could only keep it in reasonable order. It was a mess he didn't mind, attributing it as part of her general charm as well as a pleasant show of her taste for clever chaos, well worth of someone who could be both a jhasina* and a rafayar**.

The devil's short but insistent stare seemed to have attracted her attention, her head suddenly turning towards him as she interrupted her discussion. If her small frame could have suggested that she would be easy prey, the look she gave him for the second of alarm she likely felt at being observed said a very different story - a cool and sharp darkness that told him that in different circumstances, anybody studying her the way he did would have ended with a jambiya at the throat, or the unpleasant tingle of lightning at the neck. When their eyes met, however, her expression opened up and recomposed itself into a graceful smile. After having put an end to her conversation, Nuria closed the gap between them with a smooth gait and amusement in her dark eyes.

-Keep staring and people will start thinking you're famished early.

-Good evening to you, my dear. People may have that impression now, but fret not, just give them a couple of hours and they'll have forgotten how ripe they are for the taking.

-Hopefully we'll have a different menu, then. I do suspect it's the case.

As they traded quips, Raphael kept studying her. From up close, he realised she had gone all out for the night, golden jewellery in her ever-so-fluffy dark hair, at her ears, shapely neck and fine fingers. Even her dark storm-like eyes and cupid's bow were subtly lined with gold, while her nails had been gilded for the occasion. Her lips had a rich sheen, juicy cherries suspiciously begging to be bitten. Ah, there it was, her reason for being here.

Raphael closed the gap and leaned towards her, breathing her delicate perfume before whispering his reply in that low voice he knew left nobody indifferent.

-Even if we shared the menu, I am quite convinced both of us would get exactly what we want from it. Isn't it nice?

His lips curled into a smug smile as he noticed her sharp intake of breath - for all of her smooth deflection of his approaches, he always took pleasure in pushing one of her button, just to see her usual polite indifference break for a second. She was playing hard to get and enjoying it as much as he was enjoying the chase, no matter how much she wanted him to believe the contrary. And he enjoyed breaking her control as much as she liked imposing it on him - a delightful game of push and pull he had decided to indulge in with her, a small grace compared to everything she was promising him.

-Hm... Speaking of what we want, I'm afraid I'll have to leave you there for now...

She looked at the crowd with this dark, sharp look before leaning in turn, her delicate fingers a ghost touch on his arm while her own soft, breathy whisper caused a shiver to run down his spine.

-There is someone else I need to see. I trust we'll meet again later.

Meeting later wasn't even a question. Clever girl. Amused by her initiative, Raphael bowed graciously and let her go, eager to see what chaos she was about to unfold, basking in the balmy sillage of damp rose, rain and incense that stayed behind her.

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Alzhedo vocabulary:

Jhasina: beautiful, female concubine

Rafayar: exalted madam

[kxowledge]

Haven’t done a proper update in ages and truthfully I’ve been neglecting this blog, but here it is:

Went to Glendalough for my birthday, which I enjoyed immensely. There’s some advantages to living in the British Isles, but I doubt I’ll be back in Ireland anytime soon. So far, it’s the worst country I’ve lived in and I will not miss it. There’s job aplenty, but the cost of living and the housing situation are not worth it. I know mine was a limited experience, but I also feel like Ireland has lost a lot of its cultural identity. Except for their accent, someone from Dublin and someone from England would not differ much, from what I could see. This of course is more accentuated in Dublin compared to rural places, but even those are losing so much of their heritage – their crafts, their cuisine, but also the natural landscape (which is stunning, but suffering and changing significantly). I’d recommend THIS series of documentaries and THIS cookbook if interested. It’s strange to think about the fact that someone of the people I’ve met have lived through the Troubles, yet now any sort of distinction with the UK seems to be non-existent. I am generalizing and really, I shouldn’t because I’ve also see inspiring local efforts at preserving biodiversity and bees and the Irish language and a connection with nature and art and crafts and so much more. And as much as I can complain about costs of living and housing, I know this sentiment is common. There’s potential for the future and it will be interesting to see how things will evolve.

Finally, finally!, done with the exam session. I’ve been enjoying hiking and swimming and being in the sun and now I also reading, beyond coursework. At least to a certain extent, because I still have two exams in September for theology and I need to start preparing for my Master’s degree. I’m excited for the latter, but also I wish I had more time so I could brush up on various topics in advance (econometrics, strategy, microeconomics).

Taking a gap year (turned into multiple years) was a good decision. [I know I promised various posts on this topic, and I will! I will! write them, but this is not it.] Very unexpectedly, one of the main positive things to come out of it is that… I have interests. All my time during my (first) BSc was geared towards survival – internships, jobs, what I learned, how I spent my free time. Either it was for basic necessities (money to buy food, building basic habits, etc) or in order to break into finance or find out what I was interested in when I realized I hated working in finance. It’s not that I didn’t have interests per se, but any interest was confined to that and never went beyond a simple ‘I would like to’. Doing new things is not always easy, true, but it was mostly that I didn’t have either time or money for any sort of hobby. Hobby being the wrong word, but also the only one available: by no means my chosen career is more important than these. And now I’m into wines and permaculture and gardening and bees and pottery and bouldering and botany and theology and philosophy and perfumes and embroidery – and there’s much more to explore! I enjoy a great variety of activities and make sure my life is filled with different interests, because it is enriched by it. Beyond simply the joy that all of these bring me (and will continue bringing me in the future), I also feel calmer about wanting to go into academia. It is my chosen field and I will try hard to make it my career, but if it doesn’t work out, I know I’ll still be okay, because beyond that there’s so much more.

Anyway, what brough the above stream of thought is that I’ve been really, really into perfumes lately. Love everything about them (except the prices). This June I attended a Frederic Malle event which gave me a deeper appreciation of some of their fragrances. I’ve also bought a Floraiku discovery set, which I’m excited about. Desperately want to sample some Carner Barcelona fragrances (I love Palo Santo and want to try Tardes and Latin Lover!). And so, so many more. I’m having such fun.

I guess that as a general update, I should talk also about faith, but I don’t really want to. I don’t like black/white distinctions and this is where I landed. Faith is fluid, faith is a path and a spectrum. I don’t believe God exists, but I want to and that is enough. Doubt is part of the Christian existence. I find value in religion and that is enough. I don’t know what this means in practice, but I’ll keep reading the Scriptures and I’ll keep attending mass (hopefully more regularly, still at distance for now, maybe in presence at one point). I’ll figure out things eventually, for now, this is enough. Faith can be a journey too.

As I mentioned before, I still have two exams to prepare before September, one on St Augustine, one on Practical Theology (I’ve chosen to focus on the baptism ritual in early Christian communities and on the Eucharist for the nonbaptised). A v busy summer indeed!

[kradogsrats]

Overture (Fic)

Me @ Wonderstorm: a PIANO? seriously? piano? okay, I guess… (Piano. What the actual hell.)

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The royal soirée was warm, stuffy, and, considering the company involved, interminably boring.

It should have been a golden opportunity—artists, writers, musicians, and even a scholar or two had been invited to mingle with the Katolian royal court. At an event like this, catching the eye of the right person could mean gaining a patron who’d set you up for life. Crown Prince Harrow was already swarmed by hopefuls looking to present him with samples of obsequious drivel.

Lissa wandered through the collection of adjoining rooms, wineglass in hand. The setting had been artfully arranged to be ideal for the gathering—comfortable chairs and low couches encouraged intimate conversation, scattered tables were packed with spreads of bite-sized pastries and cut fruit, and servants circled discreetly with selections of wine at the ready. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been in Katolis long enough to have discerned which of its wealthy elite might take an interest in her work, so engaging with any of them was a gamble. Scholarship was generally more difficult to find interested patrons for than the arts, as well—there might be little here for her if she didn’t want to spend the next ten years writing insipid genealogies.

The crowd of guests mercifully thinned out as she got further from the prince. The rooms became less unbearably warm, the scent of so much mingled perfumes less cloying. She paused in one that was nearly empty to sip her wine and take a few breaths. The lone bored servant stationed there ignored her.

In the corner of the small lounge was a piano. Lacking anything else to hold her interest, Lissa stepped over to examine it. She wasn’t truly a musician, but she knew quality when she saw it—the piano was a fine piece, plain in its ornamentation but with solid construction and elegant shape. She didn’t recognize the dark wood of the body, but the keys were Neolandian ivory. An almost unspeakable level of luxury—she’d only ever seen wooden ones, before. She ghosted her fingertips over them, barely touching the surface.

“Do you play?”

She whirled guiltily, feeling like a child caught where she shouldn’t be. Gray-eyed Viren stood behind her, sleek in his high-collared coat rich with embroidery—she hadn’t expected to see him, especially not this far from the prince’s side.

Had he followed her?

“Only a little,” she said, shaking that thought away. “I’m better with more portable instruments.”

”Portable?” he echoed curiously, moving closer to stand beside the piano and idly running a hand over the polished wood.

“Most of the old stories in Del Bar are meant to be told with music,” she explained. “It’s an essential piece—the story isn’t properly understood without it. You wouldn’t have seen many wandering bards hauling around something this size, so the music has to be adapted for it. I do lute, mostly, instead—keeps things as close to the original form as possible.”

”You don’t think we should use every tool at our disposal to build the past into an improved future?” he teased, gray eyes dancing with mischief.

She laughed, familiar with this kind of irreverent scholastic banter, and matched his playfulness in her response. “More that I think we need to remember the past accurately, if we’re to truly build on it at all.”

“Maybe you’re right.” His face faded to seriousness and his eyes grew distant for a moment—then his focus and smile returned. “Nonetheless, will you play something? For me?”

“I suppose,” she said, taking a seat on the bench and smoothing her skirts. She kept her face tilted down, ostensibly focused on the keys but hopefully also hiding her sudden flush.

The ivory was cool and smooth under her fingers. “Some people call this one ‘In the Hall of the Mage-King.’ It’s from a story about a wicked mage who lures a young woman to his castle, intending to ensnare her as his bride.” She glanced up at him. “No offense intended.”

His mouth quirked against a laugh. “None taken.”

She closed her eyes—she’d always found it easier to play from memory when she didn’t look at the keys—and began slowly. The music was a simple, repeated melody, meant to gradually increase in speed and flourishes according to the musician’s skills and taste. That was part of why she had chosen it, to give muscle memory a few measures to return before she tried anything fancy.

Or has that story just been on your mind, lately?

Her brow furrowed slightly as she concentrated harder on the music, sweeping away all other thoughts. She hit fewer false notes as she continued, her hands moving faster and with more confidence. When she felt she’d shown off enough, she shifted smoothly into a coda, winding the music back down to slow simplicity, and finally silence.

The last notes still hung in the air as she looked up. At some point, he had shifted to lean his elbows on the piano’s frame. His head was cocked to one side, watching her.

“Beautiful,” he said quietly.

They suddenly seemed very close. She met his eyes and held them, refusing to be the first to back down even as her heart hammered and she felt heat creeping up her neck.

He straightened abruptly, faint color rising in his cheeks. “I mean—that was lovely. Thank you for indulging me.” He glanced toward the door and sighed. “I should get back to Prince Harrow and make sure he hasn’t gotten into trouble.”

“Absolutely,” she replied, with deadpan earnestness. “I can’t believe you left him alone with a pack of poets. That’s practically treason.”

He laughed, bowing slightly. “Good evening, then, Lissa.”

She inclined her head in return. “Good evening, Viren.”

He stepped toward the door, then realized he’d forgotten his wineglass and returned to retrieve it, nodding at her sheepishly. He paused, his fingers twisting on the glass’s stem. “And what happens to the young woman, in the story?”

“Oh,” she said, keeping her voice light, “There are a few versions, and no one knows which is the original. In most of them, she escapes with the mage’s sundered heart, ending his cruel reign. But in a very few, very old texts—she falls in love, and becomes his queen.”

“You should tell me the whole thing, sometime. The nice version.”

She tilted her head to look at him for a moment—storm-gray and tarnished gold, iron-hot pride and wolf-winter hunger. Beautiful, indeed.

“Maybe I will,” she said, and smiled.

—

The piano is one of the first furnishings he buys for their home—it’s a more modern upright construction, for the smaller space, but still finely made and tuned to perfection.

He coaxes her to cover her eyes as he leads her into the room, and laughs at her delighted gasp when she opens them. Whirls her around the sunlit room in his arms.

She plays it daily. The lute rests in the corner, forgotten.

[togescents]

yes my poesie order arrived only a couple days ago, yes i cannot help myself and tested two already

Poesie’s White Rabbit: fluffy white fur musk, kumquat marmalade, lacy carrot flower, a wisp of hay and sweet fennel 

i sniffed this from the vial when it arrived (cold! it was near freezing when it got here!) and knew immediately i would adore it. we all know how much i love citrus perfumes, and that kumquat marmalade is to DIE for.

i tested it yesterday, and the marmalade faded faster than i would like tho i think it would get stronger as it rests (citrus tends to actually stick around on my skin, even though it’s known to be a fleeting top note). but it still added a lovely citrus fruity-ness to it. there’s a bit of earthy sweetness from the hay and fennel, and i don’t know what carrot flower smells like but i presume it’s helping either the marmalade or earthy notes. finally i got some of that fuzzy fur musk. fur musk and i have a contentious relationship, but since it takes a back seat to the rest of these notes, i quite enjoy it here.

i really hope this one comes back because i want to get a larger size. there’s still samples available through poesie’s lucky day sale, if you’re even somewhat curious i highly recommend picking it up!

Poesie’s Rich Ghost: Iso E Super, ruby red grapefruit, rich sandalwood, golden threads of saffron, a hint of jasmine perfume, grey musk, warm amber, marshmallow 

yup, today i tested the other citrus perfume i got lol. this is the one from last year’s ghost collection i really wanted to try, but since they were only selling sample sets or full sizes i didn’t pick it up. i guess they poured too many samples since it’s in the luck day sale, too.

this one definitely needs more rest. i figured it would since half of the notes are base notes, but i wanted to give it a go anyway because the combination of grapefruit and sandalwood in the vial was making me feel some kind of way.

i think this sandalwood is similar to the one sorcellerie has used in their sandalwood perfumes i’ve enjoyed, because it feels very familiar. the grapefruit also reminds me of NAVA’s grapefruit, which is a huge compliment since their grapefruit is what made me realize i go nuts for the note.

overall this blends together very smoothly, even though it needs more rest. the overall scent is a little on the muddled side. i’m not getting any jasmine (thank god) but i’m also not getting much else than light citrus and sandalwood + grey musk + other base notes. oh, and iso e super. that is also what’s reminding me of sorcellerie perfumes. i’ll set it aside and test it again in a month or so.

two other perfumes still for sale for their lucky day event that i own are Eat Me (peach lavender cake with a marshmallow frosting dotted with currants) and  Mayari (green bamboo, white tea, sea salt, ginger root essential oil, Cetalox).

Eat Me is delicious, reminding me of arcana’s popular Fille de Joie (Delicate lavender marshmallows and yellow peaches cured in a vanilla absolute bottle.) but more foody. the peaches are syrupy in eat me while they’re fresh in fille de joie, and the lavender is more smooth than fille’s very herbal lavender. i don’t normally like having perfumes that are so similar but these are different enough and i like them both that i’m not gonna get rid of either.

Mayari is quite possibly the best summer beach perfume, because it works great in humidity. the bamboo and white tea give off the vibe of green tea while the sea salt and cetalox give it that salty beachy edge to it. i literally don’t know how to sell it except to say it’s both something i’ve never experienced before while also being a “safe” perfume choice.

highly recommend checking both out if you haven’t already!

[ofmermaidstories]

Dear sweet mermie…to combat the bad vibes and help us ignore the recent chapter update and the thing we dare not speak of out loud 😌

what are your favorite headcannons you have for our favorite blasty gremlin? 💥 mines is that he isn’t too big into skincare but it never fails that he ends up using and going through all your products and even gets a bit pouty when you do a face mask without him 😭

AND!! Okay okay hear me out… If you could write a self ship with him (if you’re comfortable telling us if not totally understand!!) how would you want y’alls meet cute to go down!??!

I hope you’re doing well and here’s to screaming into the abyss 🤍

I had to think about this, so here’s what I’ve got:

It’s a clear, sunny day. Kinda chilly. I have the day free and none of my friends are available, so I take my time getting ready and dress up and go into the city—just for something to do, for somewhere to be.

Despite the aimlessness I end up picking up a volume I’ve been meaning to buy for ages. There’s an artbook I’ve want, but it’s big and I’m too lazy to carry it around with me for the rest of the day. The bookshop I’m in is lit up like the inside of a jeweller’s case and has a cafe that does collaborations with some high-end fashion brand and as a result, has trendy totebags on display. I buy one because I’m stupid (it costs like, $60). My favourite department store is close by so I spend some time lingering in the beauty section and wiping my grubby little fingers against all the samples and eventually I impulse buy a new perfume. It smells like… I dunno, expensive baby powder and flowers that’ve just been cut. It’s beautiful, and the shop assistant folds the tissue paper she’s wrapping it in so that it doesn’t need to be held with tape. When I’m out of the store I pull it out of all that wrapping and it’s box anyway.

Outside it’s a perfectly normal day. There’s an overpriced coffee chain nearby and I grab a iced latte (on oat milk, vanilla syrup, extra shot). The girls that work here are cheerful but also really young and one of them keeps talking to her friend who’s working with her about their favourite Pro Hero, who comes in often. Something always goes wrong with my order here but whatever, it’s not that big of a deal. It street is busy—the city’s busy, people are going about their lives and I’ve stopped in front of some giant window display for a trendy, fast-fashion kind of store, my drink in hand—there’s another department store up ahead that has an entire floor of stationary supplies and I want some new watercolours, maybe some washi tape, a letter set to send letters with—

And then there’s an explosion.

Do you know what all my favourite x Reader tropes have in common, when it comes to BNHA? The Readers have absolutely nothing to do with the romantic interest until they literally collide somehow. They’re not Pro Heroes themselves, they didn’t go to school with the canon cast, they don’t work with them (unless the story is starting with them starting at the agency). They are their own people with their own lives doing their own thing until, for whatever reason, they’re thrown into this superhero’s path. So that’s what’s happening here—it’s a clear, sunny day, kind of chilly, and I am minding my own goddamn business until that entire street erupts into violence and chaos.

I dunno what the villain is trying to achieve—disruption? Murder? He wants to bring to attention the needless and often fatal destruction these state-sanctioned beat-downs bring? He’s just a fucking asshole? It doesn’t matter; he lets loose, and everyone on that street suffers for it. There’s a car pile up—some tourist on her honeymoon is screaming their head off because their husband just copped a chest full of glass. People have either dropped in instinct or have dropped because they’re hurt and it’s all anyone can do but watch as the firepower comes in. The only hero nearby, who could come swiftly—Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight.

That’s how we meet—in the middle of a ruined street, smoke and concrete dust triggering my goddamn asthma, my brand new perfume now smashed on the ground, the smell overpowering, mingling with the burn of all that smoke. Maybe he’s nearby, I dunno—when the explosion went off he was right behind it, chasing after our bad guy and in the middle of like, broken glass and my stupid shopping and rubble, we end up just a few feet away from each other, similarly trying to shake off the attack. He’s gotten good, by this stage, at assessing damage—one look at me and nah, she’s fine, maybe just shellshocked—but there’s another explosion just overhead and he’s shouting something—I dunno what, my ears are probably ringing by now—and he’s off, grinding his boots into the glass of what was my stupid perfume and disappearing, his world narrowing down to the need to contain that asshole before he hurts anyone else.

And it’s it, LMFAO, that’d be as close as I’d get to meeting a superhero and honestly probably as close as I’d want to get. 💀 My blood pressure is rising just thinking about it omfg, it would be so fucking stressful being near any of them. 💀💀 Also, I cannot maintain eye contact with men so even if the initial meeting was less violent i would be looking at anything but his face sooo yes, this is it, LOL. 💀

[twstinginthewind]

🌼 - FOR YOUR MUSE TO PUT A FLOWER CROWN ON MY MUSES’ HEAD. (Rose giving Mia and Sia flower crowns!! :D)

Flower asks!

The botanical gardens were always warm inside, in spite of the chilly winds outdoors, and the Sealponte sisters had left their coats next to the gardening shed so they could work without overheating. Their plan was to work through their respective plots for their potions and alchemy classes, and monitor the progress of certain herbs for their dorm kitchen, then walk through the floral area that the gardening club frequented for a breather before heading back out into the cold.

They could hear the wind whistling outside the greenhouse walls as they worked. Mia sang the newest Neige LeBlanche song to herself as she worked, trimming back runners and pulling weeds. Sia took some soil samples, placing them into little glass vials to test back at the lab later, then set herself to watering both of their tiny plots. Finally satisfied with their work, they decided to continue with the fun part of their trip.

"Do you think the orchids are gonna be open today? I always love the scent of orchids," Mia said, skipping slightly as they walked the path. "And they're always soooo pretty, too. I heard that they have the ones that look like a little naked man, too! I bet that's a giggle and a half, huh? I'd be too embarrassed to try and smell them, though!!"

Sia shook her head at her sister, smiling. "You've got an active imagination, dear. I doubt they'd have anything so lurid in full view of the students." She brushed her long hair back over her shoulder. "Must remember, this is a respected institution."

"It's just a flower," Mia pouted.

They turned a corner, and saw a figure dressed in a loose-fitting gardener's jumpsuit, with long white hair twisted into a braid that snaked down their back. They were sitting at a small bench, hard at work with a bucket full of cut flowers by their side. Next to them, in a crate, lay the fruits of their labor; bright yellow, blue, and white flowers of several varieties twisted into circlets. Even though they were facing away, they knew at a glance who this floral artist was.

"Roseyyyyy!" Mia called out, already starting to run towards their dormmate, her older sister trailing behind sedately. "Hiiiiiii! I didn't know you were in here today! Whatcha making, wreaths?"

Rose looked over their shoulder at the approaching girls, smiling and waving. In their other hand, they held another circlet in progress, this one incorporating bursts of pink along the other colors. Hello Mia, Hi there Sia! glittered in the air just in front of his hand.

"Good afternoon to you too, friend!" Sia was all smiles. "It's nice to see you in such good spirits. Are these for yourself?"

Rose shook his head and held up two fingers, spread apart.

V for Vil, thought Sia. "Ah, a task for housewarden Schoenheit, I see."

Rose nodded vigorously as Mia picked up one of the finished circles. "These are sooooooooo cute! I bet Vil chose all the flower types specifically, too; he's soooooo clever when picking these things out."

Rose shook his head, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. He tapped the center of his chest.

"Ohhhh you picked out everything? Mea culpa!" Mia giggled. "Then you did awesome, too! You're in Pomefiore for a reason, haha! Clever and pretty, that's what we gotta be."

"She's so enthusiastic, pardon her." As Rose waved a hand dismissively, Sia took one of the flowers from the bucket, twirling the stem between her fingers. "This must be for the photoshoot that Vil was talking about at lunch. The new perfume campaign he's the face of." She looked at Rose, meeting their eyes with a surprised grin. "And you found the blossoms that are the perfume top notes, didn't you?"

Rose nodded in the affirmative, shyly. Mia giggled. "Like I said!! Rose is a clever one."

"They are, indeed. I'm very impressed." Sia carefully replaced the flower into the bucket. "But those pink ones you're adding; they're not known for their scent. Why those?"

Rose held their hands in front of them, thumbs and index fingers making a square, and put that in front of their eye.

"To look good on camera." Sia sighed. "Of course. Well, one can't hope to smell a photo, I suppose."

"Unless it has those sample strips, like Grammy's old magazines," Mia chimed in, wrinkling her nose. "Ick."

Rose nodded in agreement, slumping slightly. But they suddenly straightened up, raising a finger as if to ask them to wait. Freckled hands reached into the crate, moving aside delicately stacked rings of flowers, and pulled out two.

Mia tilted her head curiously as Rose stood up and beckoned for her to come closer. She stepped forward, to stand beside Sia. Rose smiled brightly, holding one circle of flowers in each hand, and lowered them onto the girls' heads.

"They're crowns!" Mia chirped, delighted. "Sissy, we're flower princesses now! Aw, Rose, thanks!!" She bounced forward to hug her friend.

Sia raised a hand to her head, momentarily stunned. "Is this really all right? It won't cut into your work for Vil?" Rose gave her a thumbs up and a solemn nod as he hugged her younger sister back. "Then, thank you!! It's so kind of you to share your hard work with us."

"And now we're gonna be looking just like Vil before the ads even drop! Can you say ahead of the crowd, because I sure caaaaaaan!" Mia straightened her glasses, beaming. "We should take a photo together for posterity! Lemme get my phone.... okay everyone, say Roseyyyyyy!"

Mia posted the photo on her Magicam that night before bed, and almost screamed the next morning when, among the likes and shares, she saw two very important notifications. One was simply tagged #PomefiorePride, and reposted to Vil's account. The other was a comment saying, "so super cute!", from the official account of Neige LeBlanche. Mia would not stop smiling for the rest of the week.

[nancypullen]

Chugging Along

It’s already Friday and this week passed in a bit of a blur.  We’re waiting out our self-imposed quarantine and I’m itching to go to the library and maybe pop into a couple of shops. I mean, honestly, we were hardy going anywhere before - but just knowing I can’t makes it more appealing.  Mickey had big plans to go out and take photos of the super moon, and he’s tried the last couple of nights.  He leaves early, gets set up down by the river, waits for moonrise, and *BAM* clouds roll in.  Both nights the moon has been obscured by cloud cover. Pretty frustrating for him though he did manage to get some other shots.  I like this one of a fella fishing on the other side of the river.   Someone needs to tell him it’s getting dark and time to go home.

I’m still tackling small projects around the house.  Finally found the shower curtain I wanted for the upstairs guest bathroom.  Nothing fancy, but I knew what I wanted and what I was willing to pay (not much).  I’m waiting for one more item and then I’ll show you that room.  I already love it.  I’d still like to swap out the faucet, and don’t even get me started on the ugly countertops in all of the bathrooms. I can’t bring myself to replace those because there’s nothing wrong with them other than being ugly.  I’ve decided to ignore them and decorate like crazy around them -they’re neutral enough, maybe they’ll fade into the background. One project this week put a BIG smile on my face.  There’s a space in the grandgirl’s room that needed a little something.  She had mentioned that it would be a great place for a vanity (I swear).  The last time she was here, with her daddy in the room, I asked, “Do you want a vanity here, or a chalk board?”  I emphasized “chalk board” thinking of all the fun we’d have drawing things, eventually leaving notes for each other as she grows... She looked at me like I was crazy and firmly said, “VANITY.”  Then she walked off, muttering, “I like makeup. Makeup is what I like.” and I laughed and laughed.  Tyler just shook his head.  I swear on any holy book you’ve got that I did not plant the seed.  Have I loved makeup all my life? Yes.  Do I enjoy a new lipstick as much as some people enjoy a new car? Also yes.  But I never, never pushed that on the grandgirl.  Last Christmas she’d already made her preferences very clear and I asked her parents’ permission before having Santa deliver a Disney princess vanity.  She loves it.  The last time we were at their house I walked into her room and she was seated at her vanity applying a bit of gloss.  You guys, she was born to it.  It’s in her DNA.  She is smart, brave, curious, and kind - there’s no rule that says she can’t sparkle too.   Anywayyyyy, before we left Tennessee I’d picked up a really  cute mirror (free!) from a neighbor whose daughter was redecorating her room.  Combined with a little desk and chair, it  makes a cute vanity.

I scavenged from my personal stash and popped a few brushes and glosses and a blush into an organizer that I knew I packed for a reason.

A little perfume sample, a glittering tiara, a hand mirror, and a package of makeup remover wipes - what more does a 4 year old glamour girl need?  If I’d had this set up at her age I would have looked like Tammy Faye Bakker in my kindergarten pictures. I’ve got some ideas for what will go on the wall around the mirror- maybe bunting and little birds.  I’m making it all as sweet as possible, because she’s so precious.  I figure we’ll redecorate this room together when she’s in middle school and wants everything black and purple. Maybe not, my middle school room was pastels, white furniture with gold trim - very girly (that will surprise no one).  My favorite thing about my room in middle school was the window.  I’d lay with my head at the foot of my bed and stargaze.  My window overlooked some woods and there weren’t any city lights to blot out the starry skies.  One of my favorite windows ever. The grandgirl’s window is over the front porch, but there’s a big Crape Myrtle tree there that I hope will add some beauty and bird song. In other news.  I planted PUMPKINS.  I’m asking the universe for a good harvest.  I knew that if I didn’t get seeds in the ground by the second week of July I’d miss the window for Halloween pumpkins, so I made it just under the wire.  I planted on Tuesday, crossing my fingers for signs of life within the next couple weeks.  The last time I planted pumpkins in Mt. Juliet there seemed to be an issue with the girl blossoms getting pollinated.  If I have to hand pollinate these, I will!  I will be THRILLED if the grandgirl gets to pick her jack-o-lantern(s) from my patch. I shouldn’t pin such hopes on this - but I’m the kind of person who knows that Halloween is just 108 days away and I like to be prepared.  And speaking of prepared, I should probably wander off to the kitchen and start prepping a few things for dinner.  Ugh,  I’d rather just have a bowl of watermelon.  That chicken I thawed has other ideas. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I hope that this day has been pleasant for you.  That’s not setting the bar too high -not fabulous, not amazing, just pleasant.  Nothing wrong with pleasant, we can almost always attain that. 

Could be better, but could always be worse, right?  It’s fine.   Feeling better than fine, and grateful for it.  Hope you are too. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[pocketvenuslux]

Earlier in the summer of this year, Nicholas Nilsson, founder of the American niche house Pineward Perfumes announced he had purchased the original formulas for Apoteker Tepe from Holladay Saltz and would be releasing them. I have long wanted to try this house but it folded before I could try anything other than The Holy Mountain. In particular, I had smelled After the Flood briefly and longed to test it on my skin. When I heard this news, I immediately began counting down to the day I could purchase the sample set. AT fragrances are now available here. Many thanks to both Saltz for her creations and Nilsson for bringing them back to life!

After the Flood is perhaps the house’s best known fragrance. It’s an interesting scent with a hyperrealistic opening of waterlogged soil. The kind you'd find in a forest. There's the suggestion of flinty stones but unlike scents like Coven or Bat where there's a focus on geosmin, this one is full of organic material. It's very vivid. You can almost see the wet bits of organic matter in the dirt. The mushroom accord that emerges is lighter and starchier than I imagined. So much so that if I hadn't read mushroom, I would have described it as more rooty and starchy. At one point it becomes positively creamy. But there's this hint of dankness that keeps it from being pretty.

Anabasis is a terrific cooling fragrance. But very beautiful and not your typical citrusy freshie. You're immediately struck by pine and a shiso leaf so realistic, it's like it's just been sliced. Backed up by cedar. Imparts a sense of cleanliness while being gentle. There are no harsh or sharp edges here. Luca Turin gave this one a poor review, but I personally think it was dismissive. While it’s not as challenging or complex as the other scents in this house I've tried, it's not boring. Versatile and perfect for a hot summer evening.

Brother Night is an intriguing, citrusy, sweet and smoky scent that's almost flinty at times. I've never smelled marigold before and it's not like a typical generic floral scent. It actually reminds me a lot more of a bitter citrus - pomelo to be exact but if you aren't familiar with pomelos, think of grapefruits which can also have that flintiness. A little unusual but still wearable.

Karasu is probably the most difficult from the house. The opening is particularly challenging with the starchy costus root imparting more than a hint of unwashed hair. This mingles with smoky woods which tempers that unwashed vibe but it's present well into the dry down. This is an intriguing incense perfume. I will note though that while costus is used in some Japanese incenses, the "hair" note doesn't remind me of any Japanese incenses I've tried. Definitely test this one first before buying.

Pale Fire opens as a fairly conventional boozy chocolate gourmand scent but quickly gains complexity and depth as a charred note settles in. It's a bit sweet, like barbecued corn on the cob. It's never harsh and it's smoothed out by vanilla amber. Along with Anabasis, this is probably one of the easier wears in the house and the most conventional, though I'll note this was released before woody ambers took off big time. Particularly if you are smelling from afar, it's nothing special. Closer up though, the burnt grains makes it odder than usual.

The Holy Mountain. I actually have a sample of the original so I’m going to write a separate review comparing them side-by-side.

The Peradam. I was so blown away by this, I’m going to give this one a separate review as well.

[chaney90bentley]

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"So what are these pills called again"? Antonio asked about this new drug on the street. It already had forty overdoses under its belt and growing.

"Pez". You replied, handing him a sample of the product that you got off a dead guy.

"Like the pez candy"?

"Yeah, it even comes with it's own pez dispenser and everything. Makes it popular with the kids". You tell him as you went to put the last two overdoses on the board. They were thirteen and sixteen that had a bright future before them.

"That's Eva's and Diegos age". Antonio sighed.

"From what we know, the dealer is a strip club owner named Marco Stewart. He has connections to strip clubs, porn studios and apparently schools as well. He has a record longer than my arm. Mostly drug charges and a few DUI's, assault with a deadly weapon and a breaking and entering". You tell Antonio and the others as they started to come in.

"A model citizen". Jay chuckled.

"Yeah, his club has been shut down for redecorating and looking for new talent. So if it's alright with Voight. I was thinking I could go apply and someone else". You looked at Voight who was noddling his in approval.

"I'll go. I can go be a bartender or something". Antonio volunteered.

"They're looking for dancers and a bouncer". You tell Antonio. He lifted a eyebrow.

"Alright set it up. You sure you're cool with this, Y/N"? Voight asked.

"Yeah. I want this guy off the streets. Parents will sleep better at night". You smiled and went to get your coat.

"A stripper? Of all undercover missions I have to miss is, Y/N being a stripper. That hurts". Adam held his chest dramatically.

"Eat your heart out". You laughed as you walked past him. Antonio snickered as he followed.

Adam playfully dropped on his desk dead. Kevin and the other laughed. You were taking this serious.

"So what's your name"? Marco Stewart asked, looking you up and down. A toothpick sticking from his mouth.

"Heaven. I'm a little piece of Heaven". You batted your eyes and flirted with him.

"More like a big piece of Heaven". Marco chuckled, his eyes went to your breast.

"Oh you're so funny". You playfully hit his arm.

"You're hired. So what about your boyfriend"? Marco watched Antonio out of the corner of his eye. Antonio was looking at the stage in the club.

"His names Johnny. Just got out of the pen. Had five years but did three for good behavior". You smiled.

"What was he in for"?

"Possession of a controlled substance". Antonio turned to talk to Marco. "That's what the asshole cop said once he planted it on me". Antonio looked between you and Marco than laughed. Marco laughed as well.

"You use to deal"? Marco asked intrigued.

"Yeah back in Brooklyn. I dealed for nine years and nothing but they catch me picking up a ounce of weed for my moms and I'm in prison before I can bat my eyes. It was bullshit". Antonio put on a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Alright. You're hired too. Both you be here Friday night, six o'clock. I got something for you two do before you go on".

"Wow, thanks. I cant wait to show you my moves. I promise it'll be amazing". You gushed, hugging Antonio and planting a kiss to his cheek. "We got the job, baby".

"Let's go home and celebrate". Antonio growled and picked you up carrying you out of the club.

Antonio put you down and headed to the car. "That was easy".

"Yeah. Now we have to figure out what he wants us to do". You say as you and Antonio drove to the station.

"Heaven? You chose Heaven as a stage name"? Adam scoffed.

"Yes, I'm a little piece of Heaven". You seductively purred.

"Yes, yes, you are". Adam smiled like a fool. Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Do you think he wants us selling drugs for him"? Antonio asked.

"Maybe. We could get a few undercovers in there as customers. Give us a better chance at catching him with the drugs". You suggested.

"We can do that. But we dont want to spook him. Since theres two new faces in the club and then add more. He'll know somethings up". Voight replied.

"Yeah. You're right. We go in tomorrow at six".

"Alright. Make sure you two are ready and prepared for this. I dont want it going bad and someone getting hurt. No dealer will go down nicely". Voight reassured.

"Yes, sir". You say. Antonio and you had a rough night sleeping. Your minds raced.  Tomorrow was a big job, a lot was depending on you two. You couldn't screw it up.

"My little piece of Heaven". Marco greeted you as you came into the club his arms open for a hug.

"Good even, sir". You purred in his ear.

"Oh, sir. I like that". Marco laughed. "Come on, I got something for you guys". He waved you and Antonio into the back room.

"So tonight is going to be big. Huge! We have Heaven here making her debut and everyones coming. Everyone. So I need you two to be selling some of our delicious product. It taste just like candy". Marco chuckled as he opened a box that had about five hundred pills inside. Enough to kill a whole school of kids.

"I've heard about this drug. It's supposed to make sex even more amazing". You wrapped your arms around Antonio's waist and started kissing his neck. Antonio went along and grabbed your face deepening the kiss to your lips.

"Fuck yes"! Marco cheered.

Antonio pulled away panting, you licked your lips. This was the first time you two let your sexual tension free on each other. It was there but you two kept it bottled up.

"I like you two. This is going to be a great partnership". Marco grinned.

Around seven, people started arriving. Each person got a pez and a pat down from Johnny the bouncer. Antonio was taking his job seriously. You were going around getting drinks for the customers until you were called to the stage.

"Baby, why dont you take this fifty and we go back to the back and play"? A creepy older guy slapped your ass as you sat his drink down on the table.

"No thanks". You smiled and went on your way. You had to breath cause if you didnt you would have taken the drink tray and popped him up side the head with it.

"Heaven, baby. It's almost time". Marco pointed to his wrist and you nodded. You went back to the dressing room and changed into a diamond bralette that didnt hide anything and a pair of black cut up booty shorts. It wasnt your taste but Marco wanted you to wear it. You splashed on some glitter and perfume before you heard your song come on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new comer here that has blessed us with her beauty. Please give it up for a little piece of Heaven". Marco introduced you to the cheering crowd. You walked on stage and put your hand on his shoulder.

"We also have a special guest to share the stage with her, our own bouncer Johnny Boy". Marco put the spot light on Antonio which caught both you and him off guard. You didnt know his was in your performance.

Marco waved Johnny on stage, Antonio gulped and went up. Marco had a chair for Antonio to sit in as you danced.

"Show em what you got baby doll". Marco slapped your ass.

You smiled at Antonio, he looked nervous. The combination of spot light, the men sitting around watching and the part where he liked you this was a bit to much for him to stand.

The music was flowing through your veins. You swayed your hips to the music in between Antonio's legs. Your hands on his knees, your ass on his lap. Antonio licked his lips, he got the courage to put his hands on your hips and guide you along.

You smirked, rolling your hips. This was all work but you could throw in some play as well. The crowd of cheering men disappeared when you turned around and straddled Antonio's lap. Your hand wrapped around Antonio's neck as you grinded on him. He looked into your eyes as he helped you move your body.

Your eyes wondered over his face, his eyes sparked in the lights, he had a slight smirk on his face and you could see Marco deal out a baggy of Pez.

"Now". You said and Voight and the team busted in. You got off of Antonio and went after Marco, Antonio followed your lead.

Marco didnt run, he had his hands up and ready for cuffs.

"For a dealer, you went easily". You told Marco as you handed him off to Jay.

"I'm just the bottom of the food chain, baby. I'll get a slap on the wrist". Marco laughed as he was taken away.

"Great job, you two". Voight nodded and walked away.

"You look absolutely beautiful". Adam smiled like a bigger fool as he came over. You looked down and covered yourself up.

"I'm going to go change". You hurried to the back.

Antonio slapped Adam on the back of his head. "Watch it". He pointed at Adam. Adam stood there confused. 

You got dressed quickly and headed out front. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

"What"? You looked down at your outfit. You had tight red pants on with a red jacket and a black see through corset. You may have taken it from Marcos wardrobe.

"You look good, Y/L/N". Jay chuckled along with Adam and Kevin.

"Thank you". You giggled.

Antonio came by your side. "You do. You look really good. Um, you wanna get coffee"? Antonio rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you asking me on a date"?

"A coffee date".

"Oh". You were kinda sad that that was it.

"Just for now. I'm kinda tired so coffee will hold you over until Friday night". Antonio sent you a wink.

"Yeah. I'd like that".

"Great". Antonio held out his arm for you and you wrapped yours around his. "Where did you learn to dance like that"?

You laughed. "Believe it or not there was a time I wasnt a detective. But that's for another time".

Antonio smirked as he lead you to his car and you were off on your first date.

[sentinelpri]

For You (NSFW)

Optimus Prime wasn’t good at confrontation; physical, verbal, emotional- none of it. So, as he stood with his digit hovering over your doorbell, he could feel his spark beating in his throat. His anxiety was killing him, and the part of him that was so anxious was tempted to just turn around and walk away.

He could save it for another night, couldn’t he? ...No, he couldn’t. He’d been telling himself another night, just one more night, next week, later for months now. It was time. 

Now or never.

Three, two, one-

With a sharp inhale, Optimus rung your doorbell and wrung his servos together in front of him. He could feel his faceplates burning red with a heavy blush as he waited for you to open the door, but thankfully, he didn’t have to wait for too long.

The door slowly came open, revealing you behind it. You wore a (f/c) robe that was loosely tied, revealing part of the white teddy you wore underneath. It took everything in Optimus to tear his optics away from the beginnings of the chest that he so desperately wanted to bury his faceplates in, but when said optics landed on your face, graced with a sultry smirk and lustful (e/c) eyes, it didn’t help. 

You grabbed his servo with one hand and pulled him far enough inside to shut the door behind him before pushing his back against it- and, of course, he let you. The second you went to lean up and kiss him, though, Optimus shook his head and pulled away. 

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“You say that every time,” You rebutted and rested your hands on his hips, gently massaging circles into the metal plating with your thumbs.

It was true, and he knew that. Every time after the first time you two had met up like this, he’d argued against it, but you always pulled him right back in with your charm. 

“No, I mean it this time,” Optimus stopped you, a bit awkward as he placed a servo on your shoulder and backed himself further up against your door to put some distance between the two of you. He wasn’t ready to do this. He wanted to keep you forever, but it wasn’t fair to you. You deserved better and he needed to tell you the truth. “We need to talk.”

You seemed to know what was coming, so you pulled away and crossed your arms with a huff. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

Honestly? The situation was uncomfortable. Optimus could see the candles lit in your house, smell the perfume of yours flooding into his olfactory sensors, and the lingerie under your robe... You’d assumed he was coming over to interface with you like usual, and as much as he wanted to, he used all of his willpower to resist the urge in favor of watching you storm over to the living room couch. You plopped down onto the corner seat in a dramatic fashion with your arms still crossed. 

“At least come in and sit down here if you’re going to do this to me tonight, Optimus. I’d rather you not do it in my doorway.”

You knew, and he knew. Shaky in his movements, the Autobot locked your front door and walked over to your couch so he could sit next to you. 

Your relationship had always been complicated, to say the least.

It started when him and his team had started battling the Decepticons on earth. With all of the news coverage they received, they were well-known amongst politicians, media outlets, law enforcement, and citizens in Detroit, and the Autobots had not only captured their interests, but yours as well. You were a scientist interested in doing studies on Cybertronian creatures to figure out what they were and how you could apply them and their technology to life on earth. There were plenty in the scientific community who were interested in them, of course, but you were the only one who had written a heartfelt letter about the matter, promising not to do anything too inhumane- the occasional metal sample, recharge studies, strength tests, and so on. 

Then again... You’d included a picture of yourself in your first letter to the base, and that may or may not have been what captured Optimus’s attention initially. But then he met you and allowed you to conduct your experiments with Ratchet as your assistant on base, and not only were you gorgeous, but you were smart, creative, kind, easygoing, loving... You were everything Optimus Prime wished he was. So, even when the experiments stopped and you moved onto your next project, you still came around the base and Optimus still came around your house behind his teammates’ backs. 

‘Why is she still here, Prime? Her study’s over.’

‘Yes, I know, Ratchet. She’s just... Helping me with some things.’

Ratchet commented on it the most, skeptical as always. Bumblebee always asked where he disappeared to in the middle of the night. Prowl was starting to get concerned by how tired Optimus seemed, and Bulkhead was the one who constantly snapped him out of his lovestruck dazes when he got caught up thinking about you.

The first time Optimus Prime made love to you was still a blur. He had developed feelings rather quickly, but it wasn’t until months of building up the courage to make a move that he’d finally done something; shown up to your house in the middle of the night and taken you into his arms the second you opened the door. It had escalated from there with you wrapping your arms back around him and pushing your lips against his, slamming the door shut behind the two of you and tumbling in a pile of warmth and metal onto your living room floor without any regard to how sore you’d be the next morning.

It had turned into a regular occurrence after that. Optimus showed up to your house, showered you in kisses and praise, and the two of you would interface, no matter how hard he tried to resist. And trust me, he tried to resist because he knew in his spark that it wasn’t right.

You’d shared your hopes and dreams and body with him, and he didn’t want to let all of that go, but how could he love what he didn’t deserve in the first place?

He was putting you in danger by being with you, anyway. Being with you was selfish, especially considering that neither of you had dared to say the ‘L’ word or put any sort of label on it. It was just the two of you spending an increasing amount of time together, talking, making love, falling in love when there was a good chance of it failing in the end. And both of you knew. 

“It’s hard for me to come out and say this,” Optimus started. “But I love you, and I know you feel the same way.”

Your reaction was surprisingly restrained. No denying, no deflecting, nothing except for a small nod. You allowed your (e/c) eyes to fall shut and took a deep breath before speaking. 

“I do.”

“It’s remained unspoken for far too long, but part of the reason I haven’t addressed it is because you deserve better,” Optimus reached over and set a servo on your thigh, offering a comforting squeeze, though that seemed to do nothing. You flinched, not even able to look at him for a moment. “I know it hurts, but you’re worth more than this... (y/n), darling-”

“No, you don’t get to tell me that after everything we’ve been through, Optimus,” You hissed, finally gathering the courage to look right at him, (e/c) burning into aquamarine. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”

“I don’t know,” He confessed with a half-hearted shrug. The simple answer was because the two of you loved each other and didn’t want to let go, but the complicated answer was... Well, complicated. “But what I do know is that I don’t want this for you.”

“Then what do you want?” You snapped.

Optimus understood. He had no right to dictate your life, your romantic interest, or anything else about you; you were a strong, intelligent woman with your own hopes and dreams, and unfortunately, he somehow fit into all of that for you. Still, he answered your question honestly.

“I want you to go live a normal life; meet a human, start a family or get married, stay single if you want, even. I don’t want you to get too attached to me and regret it when you start thinking about the little things later down the line... If you stay with me, you’ll always be in danger, we won’t be able to have sparklings of our own, and I could leave you here on earth or die any day now. Is that what you want, (y/n)? You can still leave me-”

“Are you stupid?” You asked, which made him blink.

The Prime hadn’t expected for you to be happy about this, but he hadn’t expected for you to outright insult him either, let alone call him stupid.

“What?”

“Do you think I would’ve done all of this with you without considering the consequences!?” You raised your voice and jerked away from him, holding a hand to cover your chest, offended. Optimus took the hint and pulled his servo away from your thigh to avoid angering you further. 

He crossed his arms in frustration. 

“You know what? Yeah, I do,” He answered. “Because you care about me too much to realize how big of a mistake this is going to be if we go through with it. Let’s say you’ve fully thought this through and don’t care about anything I’ve brought up- even if that’s the case, I’m not good enough for you, (y/n). I’m so large compared to you that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you one of these days, I’m selfish, I’m inconsiderate, I mess everything up at every turn, and Primus, I’m so unattractive-”

“Is that where all of this is coming from?” You asked, suddenly a lot more quiet, and Optimus winced at your tone. “I knew something was up, too; you’ve been keeping the lights off when we have sex and most of the time it feels like you can’t look at me anymore, but I... I thought I’d done something wrong, why couldn’t you have told me earlier that you were feeling like this?”

You were giving him the look; (e/c) eyes peering up at him, full of love and passion and so much more that was burning into his processor to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget it.

“Because I knew you were going to react like this- I knew you were going to look at me like that and tell me I’m wrong about myself, and it’s making it ten times harder to break it off with you, but what I said is final. Being with me is dangerous, you deserve to live a normal life, and I’m not good enough for you-”

Optimus’s self-deprecating rambling was cut off by you throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on as tight as you possibly could. He uncrossed his own, unsure of what to do with them- he didn’t want to hug you back and give you the wrong idea, but he so desperately wanted to feel your warmth on his digits and palms. 

���Shut up! Have you ever thought that facing our problems head on would be better than giving up everything we have?” You argued, pleaded, voice cracking as your tears fell onto his shoulders. “You think that being with me is selfish, but what’s really selfish is you not giving me a chance to make this work! You’re wrong, Optimus-”

“Leave me, (y/n),” Optimus reached forward and caressed your cheek with a servo. The amount of tears he found himself wiping away with his thumb made him frown- was this really for the best? Was he in the wrong here? No, this was exactly why he had to go through with it; whatever hurt came from this point on would be much, much worse if he allowed your relationship to continue. “I know you’re hurting right now, but you’ll thank me later. Cut your losses and leave. Go live a happy life, fall in love again- with a human- and focus on your work.”

“I can’t do it, I’m sorry,” You apologized, only making things worse. The fiery anger that you had expressed initially was fading into something much more melancholy as you hung onto him tighter and buried your face into his neck. “I love you too much. If you really mean everything you said, and you don’t want to be with me, push me away; I’ll leave, and we’ll never talk about it again... If that’s what you really want. Push me away, Optimus.”

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, (y/n), I...” He stopped when he heard you sob into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his metal plating. Part of him knew that if he had to leave earth in the near future, the impact would be more severe on you than this, but he couldn’t see and hear you cry and push you away like you had asked him to. He couldn’t leave you, couldn’t let you go, no matter how much he hated himself for it. “Oh, to hell with it, I can’t do this anymore- So what if it’s selfish?” Before Optimus could stop himself, he found himself moving his servo from your tear-stained cheek to the back of your head, wounding his digits in your (h/l) (h/c) hair and dragging you into him for a heated kiss. You hummed and leaned into it without hesitation. Optimus sighed through his nose when he felt the tension leave both of your bodies, your hands resting on the side of his neck, his spare servo resting on the small of your back to support you and hold you close to him. Your much smaller lips molded into his the best they could, tasting of sugar and a human spice called cinnamon as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip plate. His servo in your hair ran through the locks and wrapped them around his digits to yank at them- heat consumed his body to the point that his cooling fans were already turning on with the feeling of his spike pushing against the constraints of his interface plating. After what felt like forever yet not nearly long enough, you pulled away from Optimus and looked up at him, lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You responded, a little rushed. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” You choked out, sniffling and clearing up the remainder of your tears before shedding your robe and kissing his neck, cautious and soft yet needy and desperate. The white teddy contoured your body perfectly, hugging your plump ass and highlighting the shape of your breasts as your nipples perked up against the lacy fabric. Your sides were exposed by the slits cut into the outfit. Optimus found himself drawn to the exposed (s/c) skin instantly, so he rested his servos on your hips and took a deep breath in. You were so small compared to him, too; both of his servos covered the entirety of your waist, back, and stomach when he had them like that, and oh Primus, he could already imagine how you’d look splayed out underneath him with his spike buried in your core. He was sure that if he didn’t open his interface panel in the next few minutes, he was going to burst. “I need this, need you... Optimus.”

The next few minutes were wordless, with Optimus picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom. There were candles lit there, too, and while he was sure that was a fire hazard, he appreciated your attempt to set the atmosphere- even if it had been temporarily squandered by his earlier spiel. So, he shut and locked the door behind him and followed that with gently setting you on the edge of the bed. 

When he kneeled on the floor in front of you, you blinked your (e/c) eyes, (s/c) cheeks lit aflame when he took your hand in one of his and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. And, as he looked up at you, he realized something; maybe he didn’t think he deserved you, but you deserved him if that’s what he wanted, and instead of shoving his own self-deprecating sentiments down your throat, he wanted to try to be more thankful that he had you, wanted to stop worrying about what was ahead and enjoy what he had in the moment. 

“(y/n), I want to tell you everything tonight, I...” Optimus cleared his throat and continued to hold your hand as he leaned up and nuzzled your neck. “I’ve never loved anybot or anyone like I’ve loved you. I don’t think I could live without you; without the mornings I wake up with you and bury my face in your hair, without the feeling of your skin on mine, without seeing how the sunlight pours through the windows and onto your skin when the sun rises and how your lashes flutter against your cheekbones when you wake up-”

“Make love to me,” You cut him off, looking up at him, and oh, how he could see the utter love and adoration in your eyes. He wondered how such a small being was capable of holding so much love for him, but he didn’t dare question it, doing as you’d told him and reaching up to unlace the front of your teddy, the ribbon that kept the two halves of the front together coming untied underneath his nimble fingers within seconds. It fell off of the upper half of your body, revealing rounded shoulders and supple breasts, a soft tummy and feminine hips. You didn’t hesitate to lift yourself off of the bed just enough to pull the rest of the lingerie down your body and kick it across the room. Now, all of you was exposed from head to toe. This was the point at which Optimus would usually get on the bed and pick you up by your waist, pull you over so you could sit on his faceplates, but he was so emotional and pent up at this point that he knew he couldn’t wait that long to be inside you. “Hurry up, please? I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

The Autobot gave you a nod and stood up, so you laid down with your back on the bed and watched him open his interface panels. He couldn’t help but watch your face as he released his spike, already fully pressurized- because no matter how many times the two of you had done this, you always seemed to be taken aback by the sheer size of it, your cheeks glowing red and eyes blown wide with lust in a manner that flattered him. 

You didn’t speak, only gulping and squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. Optimus Prime crawled over you on top of your mattress with his knees on either side of your hips to cage you underneath him. The slit of his spike was already wet with prefluid and lubricant, and he wanted to fuck you so bad, but he knew he had to wait until you were ready.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, before you’d probably even thought of him in such a way, he’d done his own research on human mating rituals to prepare himself for you; enough research to know that human women needed thorough foreplay and preparation to take a human’s spike, let alone a Cybertronian’s, which was usually larger. Due to that, he was always very careful with you, giving you plenty of time and prep before you ever had sex. 

So, as he balanced himself on his knees and pinned your wrists above your head with one servo, he circled two of the digits on his free servo with his glossa to lubricate them and get them ready for you. You spread your shaky legs and moved your hips up, almost as if to tell him to get on with it. Your impatience was evident in the way your body moved, your breaths heavy and a pout of frustration taking over your face.

Unable to help himself, Optimus chuckled at the feeling of you trying to move your hands out of his grip to no avail. It was nice to know that despite what had happened earlier, nothing bad had happened to your usual dynamic- and the sound of you bashfully giggling in return made his spark swell with the love he had for you.

Having had enough with making you wait, the Prime prodded his pointer digit at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. He followed with his middle digit and waited for you to adjust, the both of you letting out a sigh. You were so different than any Cybertronian he’d ever done anything with; piping hot, wet, velvety, and sensitive, he couldn’t help how his spike throbbed at the feeling of you moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers as you hummed. With him holding your wrists, you couldn’t move your arms down, but you managed to grip one of the digits that was assisting in holding you down. 

You’d adjusted quickly enough to his fingers, so Optimus began a steady rhythm of pulling them most of the way out before pushing them back in, over and over and over again, getting progressively faster with each push. You rewarded him with your sweet moans in return and tilted your head back with your mouth agape in the depths of your pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” Prime praised you without hesitation and dipped in until he was knuckle deep. That made you say his name especially loud, so he continued doing it, wanting to hear that sound again. “So gorgeous with your face red and eyes half-lidded. I love how you always squeeze one of my fingers during it because your hands are too tiny to fully hold mine; you’re so small I fear breaking you sometimes, but the fact that you still trust me when I’m big enough to crush you like this makes me feel so good.”

“I think your eyes are beautiful,” Surprisingly enough, you praised him back, looking him straight in the optics. “I love it when you look at me when we do it; the face you make is what sends me over the edge, and the noises you make in my ear drive me wild. The way you have so much physical power over me just makes it even more exciting than it already is. It’s like you could do whatever you want to me, any time you want, and I’d let you.”

Your words were rushed but confident, though as soon as you finished, you hid your face in the pillow your head was currently on to stifle a moan at a particularly rough crook of his fingers. 

“Ah, you’re embarrassing me now,” The Autobot murmured, able to feel his normally cool-colored faceplates drowning in a heavy pink blush. You seemed ready enough and he was growing just as impatient as you had been earlier, so Optimus slowly withdrew and positioned himself between your legs with the head of his spike at your entrance. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his tip against your slick folds before teasing your clit, which made you emit a cracked moan. “You’re ready, yes?” You gave a hurried nod and moved to rest your cheek on the cold pillow. “I need to hear it, baby. Use your words.”

“I’m ready, please-” Optimus didn’t wait any longer after that, wanton and revved up, the Autobot sheathed his spike in you in one deep stroke and reveled in the debauched cry of yours that followed. Your pussy enveloped him completely, taut and scorching and slick, so much so that his hips stuttered with the willpower it took him to let you adjust instead of fucking you raw like an animal the way he wanted to. 

“(y/n), my dearest love,” Optimus groaned and pulled back about half away, then pushed back in, only for your heat to pulse and twitch around him. You moved your hips up to meet his and grinded them in a circular motion in what must’ve been an attempt to urge him to get on with it. “Oh, Primus, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to stop that. Tonight is not the night to test my patience, because you feel absolutely delectable right now and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk or sit down without feeling my spike in you for weeks.”

“Yeah?” You taunted, voice breathy as you dared to test him by wiggling your hips even more and purposefully clenching down around him. The thread that was the last of his patience snapped at that, so he gripped your wrists even tighter in his servo and used the other to balance himself over you so he wouldn’t crush your body. You only continued your teasing.

“Yeah,” Optimus finally responded to you, his lips pulling into a tight smile to keep himself from making any noises that were too embarrassing. When he regained his composure, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “This is going to get a bit rougher than usual, so don’t say I didn’t try to warn you earlier. You earned this.”

With that, the red and blue bot withdrew until it was just his tip inside you, and then thrusted all the way back in- so hard and deep that he could feel the back of your inner walls. You cried out to him again, your legs trembling as you clenched them together around his hips. Optimus could only smirk- for as teasing and impatient as you’d been earlier, your cocky demeanor was certainly washing away with every rough thrust of his spike, replaced with desperation and heat. 

“Optimus,” Your back arched off the bed as you were split open by his spike, but as much as you tried to move, all you could do was lay there and take it with your arms pinned by Optimus’s servo and your lower body trapped in place by his legs between yours and his spike deep inside of you. “Optimus!”

You looked at him, (e/c) eyes clouded over and rosy lips parted in heavy moans and pants that drove him wild. Just to see how you would look, Optimus pushed his hips into yours particularly hard, feeling his spike twitch at the sight of your eyes rolling back and your lips trembling at the sensation of your upcoming orgasm.

“Say my name, darling,” Optimus leaned forward and nipped at your shoulder as he adjusted his angle so he could slam the head of his blunt, thick spike into your sweet spot and pick up his pace. Your eyes went wide before you squeezed them shut again and yelled out at the sudden change, a sliver of drool falling from in between your lips. “I want to be all you remember for the rest of the night, so say all of it...!”

“Optimus,” You practically sobbed as the Autobot made love to you like there was no tomorrow in store. The sounds of his metal hips slamming against you and your broken moans echoed in the room and drove him closer and closer to the edge. He was already inside you, but he found that he still wanted to be closer, so he found himself making out with you yet again. “Optimus Prime,” His name fell from your tongue and onto his lips in between your passionate kisses with every thrust of his spike into your wet heat in a way that made him shudder. The arm that was holding him over you shook with the strength of his upcoming overload, the hand that was holding your wrists above your head on your pillows squeezing just tight enough to leave red marks on your skin in the shape of his large digits. 

“That’s it, sweetspark, overload for me, won’t you? I can hear you’re getting close, so why don’t you be a good girl and finish for me? You look so beautiful like this, can’t wait to see you cum around my spike, princess,” Optimus egged you on as he felt your pussy flutter around his spike, quickly bringing him closer and closer to his own climax. Thrusting into your soft, small body was so addicting that he didn’t want it to end, but when you gave a broken moan of his name and tensed so hard that he was sure your fingers digging into his fingers left dents in the metal, he couldn’t help it. You came hard around him, squeezing down to keep his spike deep inside of you in a way that triggered his overload. Optimus Prime gave a soft groan when he finally finished, the electricity in his abdomen and spike exploding and making his entire body go numb as he spilled into you. “Fuck, (y/n)-” Optimus slammed his lips into yours one more time, filling you up with his transfluid and giving you a few more weak thrusts. You kissed back, albeit sloppily due to your current blissed out state. Your tongue lazily intermingled with his. The grip on his shoulders loosened, and you pulled away when you felt him depressurize so he could pull out, close his interace panel, and sit next to where you laid on the side of the bed.

When the afterglow faded and you laid down with your back facing him, Optimus usually laid next to you the best he could considering his size and wrapped an arm around you. However, as he remained sitting up, staring at your back and the (h/c) locks that were splayed out upon your pillow, he found tears of lubricant welling up in his eyes- it had never happened to him before, and though he knew Cybertronians were fully capable of it, crying was primarily an organic behavior. The warm light of the candles in your room bringing out the hues of your (s/c) skin and the scent of your shampoo and soap flooding into his olfactory sensors seemed to bring out all of the emotions at once; fear, relief, love, regret, guilt, and everything else that came with loving you. And, as much as he tried to conceal it, the way his voice cracked when he tried to clear his throat gave it away. 

“Optimus? What’s wrong?” You asked, clearly panicked as you turned to face him.

“Nothing, I just-” Optimus stopped and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to cry in front of you, but he figured it was part of learning to be vulnerable, and he was done hiding himself from you. “I love you a lot.”

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t leave me,” Optimus pleaded, letting his guard down for the first time in a long time as he moved to sit on his knees on the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed with your feet planted on the floor, just close enough for him to be able to move between your legs and rest his head on one of your thighs. “Don’t ever leave me, (y/n). I’m so scared I’ll mess this up somehow. What if I hurt you? What if there comes a day that you can’t stand to look at me anymore?”

“You just have to trust yourself,” You murmured. 

“I don’t yet,” The Prime admitted as he sat up again and leaned forward to rest his forehead against the middle of your chest. “But I’ll try to learn how to... For you, (y/n).”

“Do it for you, too, Optimus. You deserve to have a good relationship with yourself.”

You looked down at him, the smile on your face laced with your concern and exhaustion. You softly ran a hand over the top of his head in a clear attempt at comforting him. Though Optimus was hopeful for what was to come despite his earlier worries, he felt guilty that you had to deal with him like this; anxious and soft and unsure of himself.

The Autobot let out a gentle sigh and pressed a kiss against your collarbone. You smelled like vanilla, jasmine, and something uniquely you; all mixed with his own scent, evidence of the entanglement of your two bodies that would remain until you showered in the morning. Your arms still lingered around his neck as you stared down at him. 

It was peaceful, and the second you leaned down to peck his forehead with your kiss-bruised lips, Optimus decided that he’d try his hardest to make it work; for you.