#soft amber

[parfumery-wiki]

Melograno (eau de cologne) Firenze 1221 Edition Santa Maria Novella

Soft amber

Melograno tells you an enchanting story, inspired by 800 years of tradition, just waiting to become your story.

A journey through the senses evoking the rare sensations of the magic Persia, a hymn to fertility and abundance.

Officina Profumo-Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella’s Melograno fragrance is a bouquet of sweet floral oriental notes. The fragrance summons warm, welcoming sensations, an appropriate interpretation of the tree’s symbolic meaning. The pomegranate tree spread from Persia throughout the Mediterranean. It embellished many ancient Egyptian tombs. The pomegranate fruit symbolizes many things. It appears in the Song of Songs, in The Odyssey and in ancient folklore, emblematic of fertility and abundance.

The fragrance opens with fresh spicy and citrus notes. In the middle, rose and ylang ylang joins the red notes of pomegranate. On the base, patchouli, labdanum, and musk blend with deep notes of oakmoss.

Top notes: Bergamot, Bitter orange, Spices Heart notes: Pomegranate, Rose, Ylang ylang Base notes: Oak moss, Labdanum, Patchouli, Musk

[makncheese12]

Can I request the most cheesy one bed trope with fem!reader x Amber Freeman fluff? Maybe they all have a movie night before? 💙

I love, love, love Amber freeman so yes. I have a thing against one bed trope because it happened to me but I will give you this Anon🫶🏻

Amber freeman x Fem!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: my writing, softy soft amber

A little closer

You sat quietly in the dark room. Eyes reading over the words with the little lighting you had from the dim street lamp. The only sounds heard are the quiet voices on the TV and the quiet snores of the person next to you who began to shuffle slowly next to you.

You look over to see your girlfriend sitting up slowly, back turned to you as she raises her arm up clearly rubbing her eyes before stretching her arms up.

You smiled at the sight of the oh so tough Amber Freeman acting like a cute toddler in her tired state. It was times like these that you appreciated the most, seeing Amber like this when no one else could.

Though you knew you still weren’t allowed to tell anyone else about it or she would in fact kill both you and the people you told. Not that you ever would, you wanted to be the only one to see and know this.

She pats the bed for a moment, head almost yanking to the spot she was patting making your smile grow.

You reach out and touch her back before running your hand up and down on it making her look back at you with half closed eyes.

As soon as she recognized you, she turned and moved you arm with the book in your hand — while glaring at it — before basically laying her entire body on you.

“You moved.” She mumbled as her face buried itself into your neck making you lift you head and put your chin on top of it.

“No, you did. If I remember correctly you said ‘you’re too sweaty’ with sweat across your forehead and moved away.” You stated matter of factly, chuckling when she pinched you stomach.

“Ow.” You mumble as you feel her breath fan across your neck. She sucks in a breath heavily before slowly letting the air out.

She does it again and this time you squirm, the feeling tickling you slightly. “What are you doing, stop it.” You say as you playfully try to push her head away.

A loud whine escapes her throat making you stop. She really must have been tired to be acting like this, even for you this wasn’t normal. “You smell good, I like it.”

“Well, as your girlfriend I would hope so.” You mumble, pulling the book over her back to continue where you stopped while using your other hand to rub her back.

She grumbles quietly before pushing her back up and continues to bump the book, unable to focus on the words you roll your eyes and place a hand on her head and scratch her scalp.

It only helps for a moment before she reaches up and grabs your arm before yanking it down causing the book to go flying out of your grasp and onto the floor with a thund.

“Amber, what the hell!” You say as she moves back to her comfortable position in your neck. You sit in silence as she mumbles to herself.

She stops for a moment as you begin rubbing her back and patting her head before continuing her quiet mumbles

“What?” You ask turning your head, she huffs before her incoherent mumbling becomes louder making you roll your eyes once again in one night.

“Speak up baby, I can’t hear you.” You say making her huff even louder before moving her mouth from your (her) sweat shirt.

“We didn’t finish the movie.” She says, voice raising louder than needed but getting the point across. You look to the screen to see the movie you set had finished just hours before, not playing an after midnight show.

“Correction,” you say as you reach over the remote. “You didn’t finish the movie, I did.” You finish making her pinch you again before snatching the remote.

She mindlessly scrolled through the different movies and shows before glancing toward you.

“Why are you still awake, anyway?” She asks before looking back to the TV before setting on an older episode of sponge bob.

“You’re the one who decided it was good idea to get me coffee before school,” you say watching her throw the remote and settle back into her spot, expect this time much closer.

“You’re to blame.” You finish as you wrap your arms around her, ignoring the third pinch as your eyes focus on the screen and the breathing of you girlfriend.

After a few minutes she began squirming in your hold causing you to look down to see why she was so restless.

“Amber,” you call as she continues to move about on you. “What’s wrong now?”

“You’re not close enough.” She grumbles as she uses her hands to hold herself up. “Get closer.”

“I don’t think that’s possible babe.” You chuckle and as she crawls over you. She glares at you making you smile.

“So, you’re saying you don’t want to be closer to me?” She asks looking down at you, slightly tilting her head.

You smile at the sight, tiredness clear in her eyes. The whole situation was adorable and you couldn’t get enough. If only she were like this all the time. Clingy, needy and soft. It would be perfect with the personality she has.

Of course, she was nicer to you than anyone else. Much nicer, definitely a ‘mean to everyone but you’ type but this was different from how she’d usually act.

“I never said that, I just said I didn’t know if it were possible.” You smile and stare down at you, moments passing before she spoke again.

“Yes it is, I personally can get a little closer.” She mumbled before dropping herself completely on top of you causing you to huff from the suddenly weight and pressure. “Yes, this feels much closer.” You mumble, looking down you see her head resting gently on your chest.

She seemed less restless now making you smile.

You both go back to watching TV before her breath evens out. Your smile only grows as you reach toward your night stand and grab your phone.

You switch it to camera mode and snap a few pictures of her squished face on your chest.

You scroll through pictures and contemplate sending it to Mindy or Tara. Knowing the consequences, it would end badly but it can’t get too bad. For you, at least.

You smirk and open your messages. If you die, you’ll die peacefully knowing you have these cute pictures in your phone, hidden from your raging girlfriend in the private file.

You just had to share how close she thought she could get.

A/N:

The end is a tad bit rushed I’ll fix it later<3

[dragonheartwolf]

Varrick and Cary busts :D

[a-girls-desiresnstuff]

Crazy day coming up for me so I need positive words please! Or funny memes or cute pet pics🥺👉👈 or like 100 forehead kisses

[danveration]

Hello there. I am here to bless you all with my toxic!dark!Amber Freeman thoughts.

• SHE LISTENS TO “EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE BY THE POLICE,” WHILE THINKING ABOUT YOU!!!

• She often holds your jaw/chin, making you look her in the eyes while saying things like, “you’d be lost without me, baby. You need me.”

• Before you two started dating, she often stalked followed you around just in case anything happened. Yk.. making sure she was in close distance if you needed her.

• She owns a gun ofc.. so i’d definitely see her putting it to your head and threatening to pull the trigger. (there isn’t actually any bullets in the chamber, but you don’t need to know that)

• Holds your hand everyone you go, so people know you’re hers.

• When she sees you talking to anyone at a party, she immediately comes up to you, kissing you on the cheek and glaring at whoever it is that’s talking to you, even if they didn’t have the intention to flirt.

• Laughing while carving a heart into your thigh with one of her knives. “This may hurt a bit.” “Oh stop being such a little baby. It’ll be over with soon.” “Doesn’t it look pretty, hm?”

• Mind games & manipulation!!!

• KILLS FOR YOUU!! “Yeah I did, and I’ll do it again. Oh shut up, you wouldn’t tell anyone. You love me.”

• NGL I THINK SHE SOMETIMES DRESSES UP IN THE SCREAM COSTUME AND JUMPS OUT TRYING TO SCARE YOU😭😭❤️❤️

!!Nsfw thoughts!!

non/con warning ⚠️

• I feel like she doesn’t take no for an answer, if you’re telling her to stop, she’d only wanna do it more. Unless she’s in a soft mood.

• HOLDING A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT WHILE FUCKING YOUUU

• Pushing you against the wall in the bathroom of a party. “Shhh baby, shhh. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, hm?” “That’s it, just calm down.”

• Honestly, Amber has sex on her mind almost 24/7😭 she just constantly makes sex jokes…that she calls “jokes,” but she totally means them.

• THE EYES. HER EYES THAT SHE GUVES YOU.. ITS LIKE SHES A PREDATOR WATCHING HER PREY

• I mean.. we know this… she totally fucks you while wearing the mask, come on.

[kiwicidios]

♬    ᅠׅᅠ࣪ᅠᅠ︵ ཐི༑🫀༑ཋྀ

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Evening Quiet

A Curtis x Honey Drabble.

1.5k What makes a house a home? The people.

Warnings- mention of sexual activity.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Yes you were glad to be home. 

Vacationing was always nice, getting away to see someplace new was always exciting. Florida proved to be just what was needed to battle the winter chill with its sandy beaches and endless amounts of sunshine that for you and Curtis seemed a blessing. 

After battling the freezing ice and snow of Duluth, Florida’s weather seemed like summertime to the two of you. 

There were nights of firepit and beers in the backyard, lazing around on a yacht that Frank was currently working on, some shopping to be had, and the food, you were greatly missing the taco truck right about now. 

But all that said, you were glad to be home. Right now home wasn’t your third-floor apartment in downtown Duluth. It was curled up on Curtis' couch, watching a television documentary about a haunted house in Pennsylvania where the ghost team started talking about the history associated with the residence. Outside, big heavy flakes slammed against the window like they were trying to escape the cold too, but the clear glass on the picture window was keeping you and Curtis safe. 

Wrapped around your legs was the afghan off the back of the couch, Curtis’s hand was resting on the curve of your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the bit of skin peeping from your pajamas you had spent most of the day wearing and nearby the small wood stove he used for the first floor chill was popping once in a while as the wood provided them with sleep inducing warmth. 

Your head was laid down on his thigh, the very motion of his fingers and the warmth under the blanket making your eyes slip close once in a while in complete blissful calm. 

It was settling in the way that this felt like where you were supposed to be at the end of your day. You didn’t even realize that the simple motion of letting your eyes close and give in to that feeling would make your breathing grow heavier and you completely lost track of the show. 

Curtis noticed though, because that last bit of tension seeped from you and finally you let yourself sink into his lap. He could feel the warmth of your breath’s sink into the fabric of his black jeans while sleep seemed to sneak up on you. 

He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip further down, without any intentions other than to rub at your hip, the soothing sensation making you stretch a bit in a moan at the comforting touch he provided. His gaze stayed on the tv for the most part, being interested in the findings and history of the old homestead that actually reminded him of his own home. 

He wondered where his house's ghosts were wandering around tonight. He had heard a few creaks earlier on the stairs, which might be from the cold snapping the house's old bones outside, but it was easier to let himself think it was Wilford and Lillian appreciating what he was doing with their loved home. 

It certainly has all come back to life since you came into the picture. His weekends no longer consisted of him all alone, but you were there with your endless amounts of sewing projects and script rewrites for your drama club, working on your next science-themed project for your classroom, the scattering of your books from the living room to the upstairs nightstand where you never seemed to bring them home to finish reading and he never mentioned it simply because he liked to read them too before going to sleep. His little Honey had some erotic reading tastes that he fully intended to use on you. 

Like the recent chapter, he read the other night while you were back at your apartment gave a very detailed description of using paints in foreplay. He chuckled softly to himself imagining the painting the two of you would make, hung up for no one to know. 

His amusement with his thoughts must have woken you, cause you stirred just a bit, shifting to roll to your back and look up at him, blinking sleepily at him for a moment. “What’s funny?” 

“Oh, just thinking about how good you would look covered in paint while I was having my way with you.” Curtis said matter of factly while watching the ending of the show with his eyes half shut like he was also starting to fall asleep. 

You blinked at him a moment while his gaze drifted almost lazily down to where you were laid on his lap, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes giving away his amusement at the way your face heated up. Your brows twisted for a moment in thought as you clearly recalled reading something very similar. “Did you read my book?” 

A grin cracked on his face with a suggestive arch of his brows that said he clearly did and you gasped when he swooped down to steal a kiss from you. “Honey, you want me to kiss and tell?” 

You gave a teasing little snort as you went cross eyed staring up at him. “They are for educational purposes.” 

Curtis straightened back to a sit, his fingers dancing along your neck and massaging into your hair at the base of your scalp, it felt so good that you let yourself get slightly distracted by it. “Oh I know you are getting quite the education from it. I can’t wait to reap the benefits.” 

You again felt your face heating up, knowing exactly what things he read in your books. All the kinky little smut fests that had supposed plot lines leading up to all of them. Your hands covered your face with a groan, peeking up between your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to learn my dirty secret.” 

Curtis clicked the tv off, his features turning thoughtful at your words. “Why is that, were they something you didn’t want me to see Honey?” 

“No, no, I don’t care. I’m just shocked you even took an interest in my pile.” You gave a little shrug while giving a yawn and cuddling in closer, enjoying the quiet of the wood crackling in the nearby stove and the snow gently hitting on the glass. “But…” You went a bit quiet, trying to sort through the masquerade of feelings it brought up in you that Curtis wasn’t making some snide remark about your ‘porn’. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it if he was mentally filing away scenes from it. Curtis as usual was patient, not rushing you to spit out what you were trying to say. “I like that you saw them and you’re okay with them?” 

Curtis already knew what was on your mind, you had questioned him a few times about things that he honestly never would have thought about. That your ex was such a controlling asshole to you that you still worried about him actually being mad if you did something you thought he wouldn’t care for. His features softened towards you. “Honey, I am always going to be okay with whatever you choose to read and want you to. You don’t ever have to hide them from me. It’s like the toys, I encourage it.” 

Any apprehension seemed to melt away when you got that confirmation from him, moving to ease yourself up. Curtis's arms shot up in a stretch while giving a yawn. “But tonight, I’m crashing early so no smut reading for me. Gotta do snow cleanup before leaving for the yard in the morning.” 

Your hand reached out for his, helping him off the couch. “Meet you upstairs?” 

“Go on up, I'm just gonna tend this fire and make sure the house is closed up for the night.” He tugged you in close for a second to steal a kiss and then released you towards the stairs. 

As you started up the old creaky stairs, with the various pieces of artwork and old photographs of his family hanging along the hallway leading towards Curtis’s bedroom, your pile of sewing materials piled on the bottom step amid some of Curtis's clothes that needed patching, to the kitchen where you could hear Curtis opening the cupboard above the stove that held all your teas and honey, out of the corner of your eye you saw the cover of one of your books on the coffee table your boyfriend takes sneak peeks at as well as his reading glasses perched atop of the cover, this old house with its stories that you were starting to become a part of and the man who would follow right behind you because he always tried to do what he said he was going to do, these things were starting to feel like home more then that drafty old apartment you had crashed landed in after you restart your life to get away from your ex. 

This was becoming where your heart belonged.

[kidcore-nostalgia]

[fxwitches]

f(x) lq

[razorblade180]

A journey continues

Amber: *arrives at Stone Gate* Huh? Hehe, hey! How’d you know I’d picked this destination?

Aether:You love Mondstadt but even it’s sky has gotten a little too small for your adventurous spirit.

Amber:That obvious huh?

She runs over to Aether and gives him a big hug, his happy grin peppering her cheeks with affection as he spins her around before returning her feet to the ground. Aether and Amber share a silent gaze at each other before the boy couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to give her a heart warming kiss she gladly held onto as her finger wrapped around his braid.

Aether:Happy Birthday, Outrider.

Amber:Why thank you, Honorary Knight. *kisses nose*

Aether:I’m here to help you explore your roots as you survey this foreign land. Don’t want you running into trouble now do we?

Amber:I know I’m in good hands then. *smiles*

Aether:….I love you. You’ll always be the start to my greatest adventure.

She’s heard him say those words many times now, yet the calm and fragility in his voice as he kept her close made Amber’s face feel warmer than ever. Somehow, it felt like just like the first confession all those days ago; back when everything felt a little smaller. She held both sides of his face and traced her thumbs across his cheeks.

Amber:And I’ll always love you no matter where that adventure leads. *blushing* Can I have another kiss?

Aether:Anything for the birthday girl.

This time, their embrace lingered; deepening slowly as if to reaffirm their commitment to one another. It would be some time before they set off to Liyue. Right now, they were exactly where they set off to be. Together in their own great big world.

[parfumery-wiki]

Heure Mystérieuse (eau de parfum) Les Heures de Parfum Cartier Nose: Mathilde Laurent

Soft amber

Silence was on the prowl. You could hear it breathing, lurking like desire. The calmness felt only temporary. Drowsiness gained life, slow jasmine and heavy PATCHOULI. This was the time for listening to your heart beat at the edge of abandon, like a reverse countdown, a voyage into the intimate where everything wraps up yet unravels. Withdraw and centre your mind on your sacred inner self, reaching into the seat of your consciousness. Was it day elemi gum, CORIANDER? Was it night incense, FRANKINCENSE? Soon you must leave the juniper dusk... but not quite yet. First, savour L'HEURE MYSTÉRIEUSE for just one hour – no longer, that's a promise – extracted from deep within, and rediscover your own personal roots.

Key notes: Patchouli, Coriander, Frankincense

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Guess who reading fanfics about a chef and a hostess all played by the same guy!!

✨ meeeee ✨

[aj-lenoire]

okay i know exactly one thing about anissa so i already didn’t like her but i will say the voice acting after she leaves and mark comforts amber is really fucking good

[a-girls-desiresnstuff]

Gotta do everything myself 🙄😩

[danveration]

i know i’m obsessed with dark!toxic!amber but…. soft amber has a hold on me too.!!!

wearing her hoodie & cuddling soft Amber Freeman!! your head on her chest or in the crook of her neck.

“It beats for you, you know. My heart.” She says softly to you.

[licorishh]

Let's just say the next time a fic writer intends to say "eyes" and instead says "orbs" you'll be seeing me in court charged with aggravated assault