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you don’t look like an angel

being heavens highest angel, lee heeseung was completely and utterly fucked. he’d made the one mistake that could cost him both his wings and his immortality- he had summoned a demon into the most sacred paradise on earth. it was only his luck that it wasn’t just a regular impure demon; no, it was worse. he had summoned a succubus.

paring : virgin!angel!heeseung x succubus!fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. slightly dubcon (heeseung didn’t know what was happening). corruption. religious guilt. begging. unsafe sex. marking. oral (m). riding. slight degradation. begging. profanity. blood. cumming untouched. demons hiss and purr.

wc : 5.9

a/n : idk what this is but i had to read the entire thing out loud to make sure it sounded right and i think it’s safe to say that this might be one of my favourite works i’ve ever written so far? something about heeseung and corruption…anyways, as always i’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts 🤞

written perm taglist : @vousty @ilololoveyou @moon0fthenight

Heeseung was just finishing his final prayer when it happened, his hands still pressed together at the base of his forehead. Earlier in the day he’d heard about a new prayer, one that was said to be extremely popular with the rising youth. 

It was spoken in another language, one far too complex for Heeseung to understand. But the words were simple, easy to pronounce and fairly similar to a chant he’d heard his mother pray with. 

Due to its simplicity, it allowed more room for error. One small mistake could change the outcome of any prayer spoken through an angel's lips. Their loving prayers were far more powerful than any other beings, their direct connection with the lord strengthening their pleas. 

With the ability to heal an unknown disease with a singular sentence, an angel's voice was the most sought-after remedy.

But as the old saying says, with great power comes great responsibility. 

With a voice as strong as theirs it was bound to be heard. Whether it was heard from the lord or other angels, someone was always listening. 

What Heeseung failed to realize was that the language of his new prayer was the language of the unknown. No living human understood the language, their own interpretations being nowhere near the direct translation.

But like all other sayings, their false words made their way through the clouds. The wind was listening, the echoes of their translations meeting the ears of a few young angels.

They weren’t of the right age to learn about the wind's voice yet, so they did what they thought they had to. They spread the word, the listening angels hearing their prayers. 

It was a cruel game of telephone, the words jumbling together until it was forced to make its own poem. Heeseung just happened to be at the receiving end of one of one.

For a room that was well above the atmosphere, it was oddly humid. The freshwater flowers that thrived in his usual cold room were now completely withered. Their once vibrant petals were now dyed a terrific red, the hue straining their pure white appearance.

Heeseung watched with the utmost confusion as they contorted within seconds, the vapour diffusing into a puddle of red acid that gathered alongside the vase, identical red streams dripping from each individual stamen.

His hand moved on its own, his fingers a hairstring away from the mysterious liquid before a loud voice echoed from the other side of the room. Heeseung’s main light went out, his bedside lamp coming to life on its own. 

“You shouldn’t touch that.” Heeseung jumped in place, his wings springing free from their confinement in his attempt to defend himself. 

He was light on his feet when he spun around, unfortunately for him- he saw nothing but darkness on the other side of his room. Your figure blending right into the background. 

He grew panicked when his hand was met with air when he reached back for his bow, the situation drawing down fast on him. Not only was he stuck in a room with a mysterious creature but he was left defenseless in said room with the mysterious creature.

What were the chances that you were another angel?

“Are you looking for this?” The angel's jaw fell in shock when his missing bow dropped by his feet, the riser snapped clean in half. His heart sank at the sight, pain creeping across his chest. 

His bow was crafted with the finest materials, the limbs harvested from their most sacred willow tree’s aged bark- embezzled with an intricate carving for each of his greatest accomplishments. 

In an instant Heeseung grew nervous, he knew he wasn’t in the presence of an angel. Each angel was sworn by an oath, and the roots of the tree webbed across their every bone, making it impossible for them to harm such a sacred weapon. 

His jaw remained open when you finally revealed yourself, you were the envisionment of sin.

Yep, you definitely aren’t an angel.

Your breasts were held up with the tiniest fabric he’d ever seen, nothing but two small triangles hanging from your shoulders that were attached with a thin knot. The article did nothing to hide your body, everything except for your nipples out for him to see. 

His cheeks grew inflamed by an invisible force pulling his eyes down to follow the curvature of your exposed waist.  A slightly larger triangle sat hugging your hips, the right side of your hips was exposed, the fabric cascading in a diagonal slit towards your left thigh. It took him several seconds after staring at your legs to realize what he was doing. He slapped his right hand over his eyes, lips opening to recite his prayers.

Heeseung felt ashamed of his reaction, as angels weren’t supposed to observe nudity in a sexual manner. He’d never viewed another person's body in the way he did yours and he’d spent many hours aiding the other angels bathe during their sicknesses- this was a whole new territory that he’d never dared to think about. 

You, of course, noticing his ashamed prayers couldn’t help but take offence. Why would he beg for forgiveness after he called out to you? It wasn’t god who he should be worshiping, it should be you. 

“You can’t help your reaction, my body is supposed to make you feel like that.” You humoured him anyways knowing that none of this ashamed shit that he was feeling would matter in an hour. 

Heeseung vigorously shook his head in denial, your words not helping his inner turmoil at all. You were wrong, you had to be. He was supposed to be an angel and angels don’t act upon sin. 

He’d spent his entire childhood learning about each sin, spending hours of his life drowning in the promise of devotion. 

He had been loyal since the day he was born, temptations weren’t even a thought in his head anymore. He was the living epitome of purity. How could he honour his mother if he gave into the word of the demon? 

Heeseung kept his eyes on you whilst he completed his prayers, his final words building a sanctuary around his untainted blood. The blood of a virgin. 

You started your advance with small steps towards him, your bare feet making no sound as you neared him. The closer you got the more potent the blood’s smell became, iron heavy in the air as your body heat drew closer. 

You stopped halfway across the room, your mouth was practically watering by the time you were able to make out the small pool of red, the pretty flowers only making it seem more appetizing. 

“Do angels ever crave blood the way we do?” You knew they didn’t, it was against their entire existence but some sick side of you wanted nothing more than to see the angel’s reaction to your question.

Pretty boys were your weakness and Heeseung was so fucking gorgeous. You grew jealous of your future self, loathing that she got to touch him- to fuck him the way you’re imagining it right now. You couldn’t wait to watch him shake beneath you, begging to whoever was listening for you to stop. 

Heeseung’s mouth dropped in horror, you craved blood? He looked at you like you were insane for your completely valid needs like he couldn’t fathom craving something so inhumane. He wasn’t completely sure if you meant human or animal blood but after seeing the way you looked at him he’d say had a pretty lucky guess. 

“Because I've never craved it more.” Chills went down Heeseung’s spine while he tried reading through your words, were you a vampire who smelled him from Earth? He knew angels smelt the best to them. 

His questions answered themselves through the sudden wave of iron clashing with his sensitive nose. He looked over his shoulder towards the flowers that were now completely drenched. 

“Whose blood is this?” He was barely finding his voice before he forcefully stuttered his final question, his throat burning with a newfound emotion.

Your head cocked to the side while your lips pulled up into a side smirk, your pink tongue quickly coming out to wet them. It was almost an endearing sight, almost. 

Heeseung stumbled back with a small shriek when you suddenly appeared right in front of him, your chest pressing flesh against his for a few seconds too long. 

He watched the way you kept your eyes on him whilst reaching one of your fingers out towards the pool of blood, a gasp crawling up his throat when you brought your fingers to your lips.

You made a show of sticking your tongue out, trailing your finger from the bottom up before you stuck in between your lips. 

You let out a small hum of approval, the sweet taste of his blood tasting better than any you’ve tried before. You finally understood what your friends meant when they swore that a virgin’s blood tasted the best, however, they never got the pleasure of tasting it from an angel. 

“It’s your blood, who else’s would it be?” You watched in amusement as the angel’s face blanched, his wings twitching behind his back as he attempted to curl into himself. ‘Cute’, you hummed to yourself as you mentally took a shot at this moment. If there was one rule about angles that every species seemed to agree on was that angels have always been beautiful. But there was something about this specific one that felt so different. It could’ve been the fact that he was untouched, or it could’ve been the way his fear shone so obviously in his eyes that turned you on so fucking much. 

Typically angels smelled of a plethora of flowers, gardens growing from their untainted hands. Usually, the scent bothered you, your body being much more used to the fruit-like and sensual scents that the demons claimed as their own. 

Many angels assumed that demons would smell of burnt flesh and plied wood and sometimes they definitely weren’t wrong. But most smelled like you- after all, you needed to smell as good as you looked. No one wants to fuck someone who smells bad, even demons had class. 

“What are you?” Heeseung questioned, his wings still pulled behind his back. Even though he knew you weren’t an angel, he still had his doubts. Demon wasn't even a word in his vocabulary, it was one of the few words that were forbidden to be spoken in heaven. Sure, you had wings and the same flawless skin he sported but your wings… they couldn’t be any more different. 

Your wings were almost double his size and they appeared much more feathered, looking as if they’d been plucked from the most gracious birds and dipped into the darkest ink, black and red sunsets carving up each intricate row of feathers. 

He just never expected you to become his beautiful devastation. 

You ignored his question and continued observing the way his body reacted to you. His smell quickly became addictive, your adulterated temperament wearing thin the longer he lingered in your senses. 

“What do you want me to be?” You purred out in your most seductive tone. While waiting for his response you took it upon yourself to move closer to him, your steps much less hesitant than earlier. 

There was no denying that the man before you was truly captivating but there was something else that caught your attention much faster. His pearlescent wings were practically glowing in the dark, a layer of pale blue surrounding the smoothed edges. Which, after thinking about it for a few seconds didn’t make very much sense to you since the angels tended to constantly stay in the light. 

“An angel?” You made a sound of disgust at his disrespectful words, you? An angel? Honestly, you’d rather be a troll which says a lot considering their reputation. 

“I’ll be your angel if it helps?” Heeseung tried hiding his very evident fluster by attempting to turn away from your vision but when he tried to move, he couldn’t. 

You giggled out loud watching the panic spread throughout his face, your mind fogging with all the ways you could use him whilst he’s in this state. There was something so satisfying about having complete control over another person's body, whether it’s through your mind or actions. 

“Aw, what happened?” You cooed, acting dumb has always been one of your strong forts. It came in useful at times like this, the ability to feign innocence with a singular pout. 

Heeseung, unfortunately for him, fell right into your trap. He was naive enough to believe that you had nothing to do with his state, which is way beyond you. It would’ve been obvious to anyone else that you were controlling him but perhaps angels thought differently.

“I can’t move.” Heeseung nearly screamed when your hand pressed on the spot where his heart lay beneath his chest, his heart thundering louder than before. It was only racing because he was scared, there’s no way your touch was affecting him. Angels don't feel lust. 

Lust. The definition is described as a “disordered desire for inordinate enjoyment of pleasure.” Heeseung lived by the word of the lord. He’d spent his entire life bending backwards to live by the commandments that were shoved down his throat, his lungs choking against the words bubbling to come out. 

It wasn’t hard to drown into the mold that’s been made to best fit him but it was nearly impossible to escape. He thought he was fine in this confined space, lonely sure, but free of sin. He was accepted by the lord and that’s all that he’s ever wanted.

But he was made for sin because he was made for you. 

“Then I guess I'll have to take care of you. I can’t leave you here all alone, not when you’re this vulnerable.” Poison disguised as worry spilled from your lips and slipped through Heeseung’s mind. 

Your words drew more than reassurance through Heeseung, it drew guilt. Guilt for doubting your intentions, for believing that you could’ve been here to harm him. He felt so wronged for you, you must’ve been so angry at him. But still, you offered your help. Maybe he’d slip you into his nightly prayers, thanking the lord for gracing him with your presence. 

All the thoughts frozen when your hand touched the edge of his wing, his body electrified with a foreign feeling. No one else has ever touched his wings before, it was an action that was far too intimate to allow anyone else to try. 

He knew his wings were sensitive but he never knew they were this bad. His wing twitched under your touch, pushing itself closer to your hand. 

You watched in amazement as his wings awoke from their state, your touch bringing them to life. You never controlled his wings, the action far too cruel for even a demon to pull. 

You tested the touch again, pressing your palm flat against the parts that were attached to his spine. They fluttered again, a brighter light emitting from the edges, oh. His wings don’t always glow, they won’t glow when they’re being stimulated.

Your wing's nerves were linked to the ones that spread across your pelvis and down. You’d witnessed many demons talking about using it as a pleasurable advantage. Succubus was seen as a sex symbol, so obviously their experience matched the description. 

But you’d never gotten the chance to test the theory for yourself. Now that you have you weren’t sure if you’ll ever be able to stop. 

Without Heeseung’s knowledge, his cock jumped with each touch. It wasn’t that he was aroused, just overstimulated. He loud out a quiet whine, one that stopped as soon as it came. To you, he was so fucking pathetic. Whining after getting touched twice? But just as pathetic as he was, he was hypnotic. 

“Sh, I’m helping you in the best way I know.” You shushed his whines before you moved to stand in front of him, pressing your chest against his. Heeseung wasn’t sure what you were doing when you did that but then something surprising happened.

Your chest began letting out these small vibrations. Your eyes stared up into his whole you enhanced the force, your purrs reaching your throat. 

He was so pretty standing all pliant, unmoving as you controlled his body. The purrs came out of nowhere, the sudden affection catching you off guard. But you soon appreciated it, Heeseung deserved only the best.

It was at this moment that you decided that you wanted to keep him. There was no way in heaven or hell that you’d let anyone take him away from you, you’d let the world burn before a singular finger touched his- your- skin. From this second on he belonged to you, wholly and completely. 

You’d mark him after mating, your gums were already aching at the thought. As a demon, you could mate however many times you wanted. But you could only have one mate, your bite would solidify the union. 

But for now, you just returned your hands back to his wings. And as expected, he choked out another whimper, his mouth gaping open at the liquid heat gathering in his stomach. 

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” Heeseung, thinking he was still sin-free, nodded his head. He adored it. 

You let out a cat-ish grin, your pointed canines poking from beneath your top lip. Heeseung knew of only two species who had pointed canines but only one had retractable ones. 

You were a demon. 

It didn’t scare him as much as he thought it would, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t say an extra prayer in the morning. 

And like always, you could tell that he had found out. “I’m a succubus, you summoned me.” Through Heeseung’s cloud of pleasure, he couldn’t make himself question you. Yeah sure, he totally summoned you. He’d believe anything you said as long as you keep making him feel like this.

His head flew back when your hand touched a specific spot on his wings, the only bare spot.

For both angels and demons alike there was a singular spot on the top corner of the right wing. It was bare of any feather, it was strictly skin. There was a small string of skin that held the strongest nerve in your entire body. 

The nerve was used for connections, it was what allowed them to converse with the wind. But it wasn’t until now that you both learned that it was much more because the second you touched it, you felt him.

You felt his every emotion, the warmth in his stomach, and the pounding of your cunt. 

It all happened too fast, gone before you could relish in it. But if you allowed it for now, there would be many other opportunities for you to test out the connection. 

After all, Heeseung would become yours for eternity. 

Your mouth widened in amazement as Heeseung came untouched, his mouth opening with zero sound coming out. You weren’t even sure if he knew what was happening, it made it all more enjoyable for you. 

“You came untouched?” It was a rhetorical question but still, Heeseung had no idea what you were talking about. All he knew was that there was a euphoric feeling rushing throughout his body, he’d never felt more alive than at this moment. 

All he wanted was to feel it again and again, uncaring about what you tabled it as. He didn’t know he could feel this good without sinning, he honestly couldn’t wait to tell his friends.

If only you could hear his thoughts, you’d bathe in them forever. It was cute how Heeseung thought that he was still sin-free, not knowing that he’d committed one of the worst ones yet.

The feeling faded away after a few more seconds, his mind clearing as his consciousness rushed back. He was now much more aware than before and finally noticed a new detail.

You noticed the way he was trying to look down and decided to be a bit kinder, allowing his head to move on its own. Heeseung didn’t seem to notice that he now had full control of his neck, all he saw was the giant wet patch on his bottoms. 

It was also now when he noticed he was crying, his tears making smaller marks around his wetness. 

“What is-“ He was cut off by your hand grabbing his chin, pulling his confused eyes away from his soiled pants. 

“I’ll make you a deal, hm?” Heeseung nodded through his crocodile tears, his puffy cheeks stained with his fallen tears. You gave Heeseung a small smile, making a point to soften your eyes to appear more trusting. 

“I’ll help you out if you promise to… I can’t say it, I know you’ll say no.” You knew how to play your cards with a man who was desperate enough to do anything. 

“Please, I’ll do anything!” Heeseung didn’t know a thing about being manipulated. It was a concept that didn’t exist in his world. Or maybe it did but was disguised as something much less sinister. 

“Do you promise?” A hiss. All it took for Heeseung to doubt himself once again was the small hiss that made its way through your throat. It sounded far less human than he was comfortable with, but he trusted you, did he not? 

The lord swore forgiveness to everyone who’s wronged him, why wouldn’t Heeseung do the same? 

“Anything, please I promise! J- just help me.” An angel's promise. It was the only thing you needed to know that you finally had him. 

The only other thing that every species knew about angels, was that they could never break a promise. It was the greatest sin of all, a betrayal that wasn’t worth forgiving. No one, not even the lord, forgave promises. It was the highest honour an angel could give, their promise. 

Heeseung knew that he couldn’t go back and undo what had been done, to take back the words that were spoken in a sense of urgency. And he didn’t really know if he wanted to, not when he was finally able to move his arms.

“Sit on the bed.” Heeseung’s legs moved under your command, the promise allowing you to control his every move. What he didn’t know was that you didn’t need his word to control him, it was part of your demon abilities. 

He had no choice but to comply with what you said, he wasn’t labelled heaven's highest angel for no reason. 

You weren’t completely sure where to start because usually you just did whatever you wanted, uncaring about the other person. All the other people who’d summoned you had already been asleep when you arrived and stayed asleep the entire time. Their mortal minds were far too weak to handle the pheromones releasing from your body, even the other supernatural species couldn’t handle it. 

“Mate me.” It was easier to get straight to the point, there was no need for any foreplay at this stage. The connection that you’d made with him was enough to prepare you for him, it was in your dna. 

Heeseung on the other hand, didn’t take it as well. He denied it right away, his head practically exploding at your words. Mate you? The lord would never forgive him, he’d be breaking his promise to him. 

Promise after promise, it was all Heeseung was good for. He’d promised his life away, his celibacy. He’d be banned from heaven, shunned of his wings. He’s already made the grave mistake of bringing you here, but this? This would cost him everything, his entire life. 

But still, you made him feel alive. You made him realize that he’d never felt anything before- not even joy. He’d been a cast of a person who he was forced to be, who even was he anyway?

A follower. And that’s all he’ll ever be for the rest of his life. He’s never hated anymore more than how much he hates you for making him come to terms with his life. 

It was his prayers that did this, why would the lord give you him if it wasn’t supposed to happen? You were supposed to be here, the lord approved of you. Why else would you come? It had to be what was happening, Heeseung was finally allowed a pass to be the person he’d locked away many lifetimes ago. 

But it stung, deep. His guilt came out in a wail of tears, angry fists banging against the bed beside him. His tormented thoughts roared with life, he was finally letting go. 

Fuck the commandments, fuck his promises, and he only hoped the lord would let him fuck you. 

And so with a wave of fresh tears and forgotten fears, he did what you said. He stood from his spot, your mind open and free of the handles you had strapped to his wrists. 

He’d pulled his pants down in one yank, his underwear pulling down with them. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was alive. alive. Lee Heeseung was finally alive. 

The air smelt different, curtsey to your pheromones. Your hands felt rougher when they met his now bare chest, the bed feeling softer as his wings cushioned his fall. 

His head was clear when he felt your hand grab his cock, his heart void of guilt when he felt your mouth wrap around him.

But as the circle goes, it comes back around. 

Knowing that other men enjoyed thinking that they’re too big for you, you fake choked on him. Your eyes filled with fake tears as you pretended to gasp for air. Your chest heaved at an uncontrollable speed, fingers numbing at the thought of making him feel good.

Sex came naturally to Heeseung, which was something the two of you didn’t expect. His hands pulled your head back toward where he needed you the most, his thumb pulling your lips apart before he pushed you down to suction around him.

“God- you feel so fucking good.” He doesn’t even recognize himself anymore, his mind too full with the feeling of you to realize that he’d spoken the lord's name in vain. 

He wasn’t just betraying himself, he was giving up heaven. He'd give it away a million times more if it meant that he’d spent his life with you. Your name was the only one rushing from his mouth, the only one getting worshiped as your tongue wrapped around his bulbous tip. 

You used your tongue to trace circles around the small slit at the top of his cock, collecting everything he was giving to you. He tasted so sweet, nothing like anything you’ve tasted before. 

He didn’t warn you before filling your mouth, his amateur thrusts being overshadowed by your much more experienced lick.

You’d pulled away from him after holding him in your mouth, waiting to feel him soften before pulling him off. Heeseung’s head tilted to the side in confusion when you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. 

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be seeing- oh…

You felt a surge of confidence rushes through your body at the feeling of him hardening against your hands. “Already? you’re so needy.” 

You rose to a stand, grabbing his hands to pull him to stand instead. All it took was a snap of fingers for your clothes to be gone, leaving you completely nude. 

Heeseung felt like every moment of his life had led up to this, you were his final destination. Without him noticing, he whispered one final prayer. Right when he went to recite the trinitarian formula, he noticed.  

Guilt was unforgiving but so was hesitation. He hesitated to give in earlier, but now? 

“Are you ready?” Heeseung didn’t recognize his voice anymore, a much deeper one coming out. His hands moved on their own when he pulled your legs around his waist, pushing his hips forward until his cock pressed against your lips. 

You nodded once, pushing your legs further apart as you waited for him to make the move. He looked down at you cunt in appreciation, the lord really did take his time creating you. It’s too bad that his favourite creation was going to ruin it.

Heeseung wrapped his hand around his base before giving an experimental squeeze. Heeseung had never touched himself before today, having no idea what was supposed to feel good. 

He ignored his embarrassing inexperience and used his other hand to open you up for him. His mouth watered at the sight of your bare in front of him, you looked so welcoming. 

He tried not to stare for too long because he knew that if he did he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from using his mouth first. But he’d much rather finish it all off by licking you clean, drinking everything you have to offer. 

He tapped the head of his cock against you, watching from under his eyebrows at how you reacted. From the way your hips pushed up, he knew exactly where to touch you. 

He kept his head pressed against you as he pushed down, stopping once he reached your entrance. This was the moment that would change his entire life, he was never going to be the same way he was before. 

And when he finally pushed in, his head fell forward with a loud moan. The blood of the virgin became the blood of the demon, he was no longer considered an angel in the lord's eyes. 

Your hands grabbed his biceps as he pushed in deep, his cock hitting places you’ve never felt before.  He sped up, his hips slamming against yours over and over as he grew into a routine. 

You obviously liked the way he was moving if your moans meant anything. 

“Bring me to heaven.” You managed to plead through your now real choked gasps. Your head was filled with explosions of colours, real pleasure rushing through your blood. His big cock felt too good pushing against your gummy walls, each curve of him fitting perfectly in your crevices. He was made for you. 

Heeseung sucked in a harsh breath, a teasing smile growing on his opened mouth. His eyes were now open, staring into your own as he ravished your body for what it was. 

“But you’re a demon, and we’re already here…” He let out a small grunt at his harder thrust, his eyes closing once again. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d reached this specific spot in your body, but he was certain that once he found it again he wouldn’t let it go. 

“Not that heaven-” your smile matched his as your body burned with the same flame, your impurities mixing with his. You shakily raised one of your hands up towards his face, your fingers wrapped around his jaw as you forced his face close to yours. 

His eyes opened once again, his irises now completely black as he let himself fall into the pit of pleasure. “Your heaven” Your back arched with a moan while your legs tightened around his waist.

Heeseung swore he was in love. With you, and the feeling of you. Nothing could turn him back now. He pulled your legs over his shoulder, his chest pushing away from yours as he pushed all his weight into his legs and hips. 

He pressed kiss after kiss against your ankles, biting down to create indents across your calves. He knew this angle hit deeper into you because finally, he felt that spot and and over.

Both your volumes rose into near screams when you both reached your peaks. Without thinking twice Heeseunf pressed your knees flat to your chest, his neck stretching out to bite against yours. 

Your blood filled his mouth 

Angels too sealed the mating process with a bite, but it was different. The magic was stored in each individual tooth. The pockets of their poison were located in their mamelons. And so when the angel bites into their mate, the pockets open into small needles. Three sharp needles accompanied each tooth, it was the only part of the tooth that got pushed through the skin. 

Heeseung wasn’t lying when he mentioned not craving blood, but now? His arms shook when had to pull himself away from you, the desire to drink from his new mate stronger than anything. “Thank god-“ He didn’t know what he was thanking anyone for, but he needed something to fall back on. It just happened to be the roots that caught him. 

Your broken moans were drowned out by your returning purrs, your eyes white as they rolled into the back of your head. Holy fucking shit, Heeseung marked you first?

Without allowing Heeseung to pull out you flipped him over, his back flat against the bed while you sat flush against him. He looked up through tired eyes, his mind coming back to normal as he softened inside of you. 

“Don’t thank god, he had nothing to do with this.” You growled at the angel before you released more pheromones. They seemed to do their job as he was hard again within seconds. 

You felt him throb inside of you before you rose the tiniest bit, dropping down right away.  Heeseung’s hands gripped your ass, helping your waist move forward and back with each raise and fall. 

His hips buckled to meet yours, loud slaps echoing across the room as you sunk into him over and over. Heeseung forced his head up enough to look at where the two of you were connected and god, the sight didn’t fail. 

There was a thick ring of cum formed around his base, sticky strings connecting the two of you with every new raise. He’d almost come on the spot once again, his body way more sensitive than yours due to his inexperience. 

You saw the way his face scrunched up and automatically knew that he was trying not to cum. You used your mental hold on him to remove his hands from you and pinned them by his head. 

His eyes were wide when they met yours again. He felt his heart stutter at the glare on your face. Has he done something wrong? Is he not pleasing you correctly? 

“Don’t keep anything away from me, give it all to me.” Your hips momentarily stopped, only his tip remaining in as you stared down at him. 

“Breed me.” Your quiet whisper caused an eruption of pleasure to burst through his chest. He had you lying back on your back in seconds, his instincts putting you into the mating press. 

“Don’t start what you can’t end.” He didn’t say more before he pushed into you once again. He leaned his head down to meet yours, his lips pulling your bottom one between his teeth.

He gently tugged at it once before he forced his tongue between your lips, your mouth tasting of his earlier release. “You don’t look like an angel,” He ignored the harsh look you threw at him, giving you a small smile before he pressed his lips against your pulse point. 

He breathed in a deep inhale, his body welcoming your new scent, one that was mixed with his. He bit the skin twice, the second much harder than the first before he soothed the wound with his tongue. 

He trailed small kisses up your neck, all the day until he reached your ear. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth before placing a gentle kiss against it. “But you definitely taste like one.”

[kicxvu]

NOT ALLOWED ! izumi miyamura x reader

summary : bumping into the boyfriend of a really really jealous girlfriend would make your life hell

warnings :

word count : 2k

a/n : first fanfic of my bby ! luv him, and sorry it’s quite hate on Hori… if you don’t like it leave kindly pls !!

-> pt1 -> pt2

Life had always been a quiet affair for you. Each day blended into the next, a monochrome tapestry of routine and solitude. School was no exception - a place where you existed more as a shadow than a person, drifting through hallways and classrooms with barely a ripple in your wake.

It wasn't that you disliked people. No, it was more that you had grown accustomed to the gentle hum of loneliness, finding comfort in the predictability of your own company, at least you were forced to enjoy your own company. Your classmates' names and faces blurred together, a sea of unfamiliar familiarity that you navigated with practiced indifference.

This particular morning started like any other. You rose with the sun, mechanically prepared for school, and set off on your usual route. The spring air was crisp, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms that lined the street. As you walked, your mind wandered, lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts.

You barely registered the school gates as you passed through them, your feet carrying you on autopilot. The chatter of other students washed over you, a meaningless backdrop to your internal musings. You were contemplating the English assignment due next week, mentally cataloging the books you'd need to reference, when it happened.

One moment you were lost in thought, the next you felt the solid impact of colliding with another person. The shock jolted you back to reality, your eyes widening as you stumbled backward.

"Oh!" A male voice exclaimed, surprise evident in his tone.

As you regained your balance, you finally focused on the person you'd walked into. It was a boy, probably around your age, with dark hair that fell softly around his face. His blue eyes were wide with surprise, one hand half-raised as if he'd been about to steady you. There was something vaguely familiar about him, like a face you'd seen in passing a hundred times but never truly looked at.

Next to him stood a girl with long, light brown hair and an expression that rapidly shifted from surprise to anger. You had a fleeting thought that you might have seen her before too, but your notoriously unreliable memory provided no name or context.

You opened your mouth, an apology forming on your lips, when the girl's voice cut through the air like a knife.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her eyes flashing. "Don't you dare touch my boyfriend!"

The words hit you like a physical force, leaving you reeling. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to process what was happening. Boyfriend? You hadn't meant to touch anyone. It was an accident. Why was she so angry?

Your face, usually a mask of calm indifference, betrayed your bewilderment. You blinked rapidly, mouth slightly agape as you struggled to form a response.

The boy - apparently her boyfriend - turned to the girl, his expression a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "Hori, it was just an accident," he said, his voice low but firm. "There's no need to-"

But the girl - Hori - wasn't listening. She took a step forward, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "Are you even listening? I said, stay away from him!"

You flinched at the volume of her voice, acutely aware of the curious stares of other students beginning to gather around you. Your heart raced in your chest, a caged bird beating against your ribs. This was exactly the kind of attention you always strived to avoid.

Summoning your courage, you tried to speak, to explain, to diffuse the situation somehow. But before you could utter a word, you felt hands on your shoulders, pushing you backward with surprising force.

You stumbled, nearly losing your footing. The shock of the physical contact left you breathless, your mind reeling. In all your years of fading into the background, you'd never experienced anything like this.

The boy - Hori's boyfriend - looked positively mortified now. His face had gone pale, and he reached out towards Hori, clearly trying to calm her down. "Hori, stop it! You're overreacting. It was just an accident, okay?"

But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Hori stood there, glaring at you with an intensity that made you want to sink into the ground and disappear.

You stood frozen, your body tense, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. You weren't used to dealing with such strong emotions - especially not from others. Your own feelings were usually kept carefully in check, hidden behind a facade of quiet reservation. But now, in the face of this unexpected confrontation, you felt your carefully constructed walls beginning to crumble.

Your eyes darted between Hori, her boyfriend, and the growing crowd of onlookers. The urge to run, to escape this bewildering situation, was almost overwhelming. But something kept you rooted to the spot - perhaps the lingering shock, or some deep-seated instinct telling you that running would only make things worse.

As the tension hung in the air, Miyamura's mind was in turmoil. The sight of you, standing there looking lost and confused, triggered a flood of memories from his own past. He saw himself in you - the quiet, reserved child he once was, the target of bullies, the one who faded into the background to avoid attention.

His eyes traced your hunched posture, the way you clutched your bag like a shield, the barely concealed fear in your eyes. It was like looking into a mirror of his younger self, and the realization hit him like a physical blow.

Hori's angry words faded into the background as Miyamura's thoughts raced. He remembered the loneliness of his childhood, the sting of cruel words, the bruises from physical bullying. He thought of the piercings hidden beneath his uniform, each one a testament to his journey of self-discovery and resilience.

In that moment, Miyamura felt a deep, visceral horror at Hori's behavior. The girl he cared for, usually so kind and understanding, was acting like the very bullies that had made his life miserable. He wanted to reach out to you, to offer some word of comfort or understanding, but found himself frozen, caught between his past and present.

Your quiet, almost emotionless apology snapped Miyamura back to reality. He watched, a lump forming in his throat, as you quickly walked away from Hori's accusing gaze. Your retreating figure seemed to blur with the image of his younger self, walking away from yet another confrontation, another day of feeling invisible and misunderstood.

As you disappeared around the corner, Miyamura felt a surge of empathy and regret. He should have done more, said more. He knew all too well the pain of being singled out, of being the focus of unwanted attention.

"Hori," he said softly, turning to his girlfriend. "That wasn't right. She didn't do anything wrong."

Hori, still bristling with indignation, opened her mouth to argue, but something in Miyamura's expression made her pause. She'd rarely seen him look so serious, so… hurt.

"Let's just go to class," Miyamura said, his voice tight with suppressed emotion. As they walked, he couldn't shake the image of you from his mind. He wondered about your story, about the experiences that had shaped you into the quiet, reserved person he'd glimpsed in that brief encounter.

The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly before them as they made their way to class. Miyamura's steps felt heavy, weighed down by memories and regret. He could hear snippets of conversation from other students, whispers about the scene that had just unfolded. It made him feel sick.

As they approached the classroom, Miyamura caught sight of you again. You were just ahead of them, your shoulders hunched, your pace quick as if trying to escape. He wanted to call out to you, to apologize, to offer some word of comfort. But the words stuck in his throat.

Entering the classroom behind you, Miyamura felt a sense of dread. This was your safe space, he realized, the place where you could blend into the background and avoid attention. And now, because of what had happened, all eyes would be on you.

He watched as you made your way to your seat, your movements stiff and uncomfortable under the curious stares of your classmates. Miyamura felt a pang in his chest, remembering countless similar moments from his own past.

As he sat down at his desk, Miyamura couldn't help but think that this day, which had started so ordinarily, had become a turning point. For you, for him, for his relationship with Hori. He glanced back at you, noting the way you seemed to be trying to make yourself as small as possible in your seat.

In that moment, Miyamura made a silent promise to himself. He would find a way to make this right. He would show you that not everyone was like the bullies from his past, that there were people who could see beyond the quiet exterior to the person within.

As the teacher entered and class began, Miyamura's mind was far from the lesson. Instead, he was lost in thoughts of past and present, of hidden scars and silent struggles, and of the unexpected connection he now felt with the quiet girl who sat behind him.

As the lunch bell rang, the classroom erupted into a flurry of activity. Students rose from their seats, chattering excitedly about their plans for the break. You remained seated, watching as Hori practically dragged Miyamura and her friends out of the room, her voice carrying back to you.

"Come on, let's go to the roof! I'm starving!" Hori exclaimed, her earlier anger seemingly forgotten.

"Hori, slow down," Miyamura's softer voice replied, a note of concern evident.

Their voices faded as they disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone in the now-quiet classroom. The silence enveloped you like a familiar, if unwelcome, friend.

You reached into your bag, pulling out the bento box your mother had carefully prepared that morning. Setting it on your desk, you stared at it, feeling a lump form in your throat.

This was your life, distilled into a single moment. Alone, always alone, even in a room full of people. The realization hit you anew, as fresh and painful as if it were the first time you'd acknowledged it.

You felt a hot tear slide down your cheek and let out a quiet, bitter chuckle. "Pathetic," you whispered to yourself, the word hanging in the air like a judgment.

Your mind began to spiral, thoughts tumbling over each other in a familiar, depressing cascade.

'What's wrong with me?' you wondered, your inner voice tinged with self-loathing. 'Why can't I be like them? Why can't I laugh and chat and make friends so easily?'

You thought about Hori and her group, imagining them on the roof now, sharing food and jokes, creating memories you'd never be part of. The loneliness felt like a physical ache in your chest.

'I'm invisible,' you thought, your fingers tracing patterns on the desk. 'No, worse than invisible. When people do notice me, it's only to yell or push me away.'

The memory of the morning's confrontation flashed through your mind, bringing a fresh wave of shame and hurt.

'I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere. What chance do I have at friendship, at love, at any kind of normal life?'

Your thoughts turned to Miyamura. For a brief moment, you'd thought you'd seen understanding in his eyes. But that was probably just your imagination, wasn't it? Why would someone like him ever notice someone like you?

You wiped your tears away roughly with the back of your hand, angry at yourself for crying, for feeling, for caring.

Looking down at your unopened bento, you felt a wave of nausea. The thought of eating made your stomach churn. You pushed the box away slightly, your appetite completely gone.

The classroom remained silent, the only sound your own shaky breathing as you tried to compose yourself. You stared out the window, watching clouds drift by in a sky that seemed impossibly blue and cheerful, a stark contrast to the gray world you felt trapped in.

As you sat there, alone with your thoughts and untouched lunch, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever change, if you'd ever find a place where you truly belonged. The answer, as always, seemed depressingly clear.

well, you may not like it but you better learn how ‘cause it’s your turn now

Ⓡ kicxvu all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

[seiwas]

the blade bleeds longer than the wound takes to heal | simon riley

wc: 2.2k

summary: progress is non-linear. simon is learning just that. 

contains: any warnings that apply to cod, blood, mentions of serious injuries, recovery and healing, kind of non-linear, simon-centric with a splash of romance, hurt/comfort

a/n: first time writing simon and he's a tough one!! but i'm really happy with how this turned out! + a very belated birthday gift for @vierisqe! forgive the jumble of american + british english in this one (i've reread this so many times that it's mushed together in my head and i can't tell the difference anymore djhfbjas) i hope i wrote him well!!

Simon picks up a knife in the dead of the night. 

At 2:00 a.m., the wind whistles outside your window, a wayward branch being thrown aimlessly against glass. The branches drag roughly against the delicate surface, scratching and banging in the gust of a predicted storm. 

Simon wakes up, eyes shooting open as his fingers instinctively reach for the small blade slotted underneath your mattress, sandwiched between soft cushion and the wooden panels of your bedframe. He keeps it there—

“For monster hunting. Sneaky fuckers only appear when lights’re out.”

—in case anything happens, he doesn’t say. 

(But you know old habits die hard, and Simon sleeps better with a weapon only layers away from his skin.) 

You’re curled up on his chest, hanging tightly onto his bicep as your breaths lull in the steady beats of slumber. His eyes blend dark blue against the backdrop of the night, and the only light casting itself into your bedroom diffuses from the streetlamp a few flats down. 

“We should keep a night light,” you’ve told him a few times before—if only to avoid small accidents, like tripping over folded carpets or bumping into the sharp edges of your dresser. 

“No ghosts here but me, love.” is all Simon replies.

(You take his cheekiness and keep it close to your chest, sporadic as it is, snorting as you let go of the topic.) 

He sees better in the dark—better than most, he’d like to think. 

His gaze flits to the window, watching intently as the branches move haphazardly; the sound hits the glass like bullet cases clinking against marble flooring. The same white marble bloodied deep red—

An inhale tickles his side, a phantom sharpness despite his ribcage being fully healed. There is no puncture, no gaping wound like that day 8 months ago—only scar tissue formed thickly along the outline of the knife that pierced through him. 

He breathes out, slow and steady, taking one last look at the window, before moving over to the door, checking for shadows and any suspicious movement. Then, his gaze rests on you—your hair splayed across his shoulder as you sleep soundly.

It’s okay. You’re okay. 

Everything is okay. 

.

Some days, he can breathe just fine. 

Spring blossoms through the flowers in your garden, white chrysanthemums that give Simon the worst spring allergies but he insists you keep. Despite the morning sniffles, when pollen seems to dust his dawning breath, he finds breathing easier on these days than most. 

You do your best to snip away at the blossoming buds, preparing to bundle them far away from the burly man they weaken. 

But Simon stands beside you with a watering pot, tilting the spout to drizzle life onto the blooms he knows are your pride and joy. 

He owes it to them, he supposes, for keeping you company months at a time. 

. 

It’s at the fizzling end of summer when Simon returns to you. 

Captain Price had contacted you weeks prior to inform you of the incident—just three things Simon requested be divulged: 

One, that he had incurred a stab wound to be monitored for a few weeks, most likely in military facilities. 

Two, that he’ll be discharged soon after. 

And three, that you stay put and be calm; that you not worry. 

(Your hands shake throughout the entire call, your knees giving way as you fall to the bunched up carpet of your bedroom floor. 

To you, Simon is untouchable. 

To you, Simon is impenetrable. 

He never divulges any more than he has to, but you’ve always known he was good at his job. The silent yet commanding confidence he carries can only be born from years of expertise, his senses sharpened and tuned to the slightest sign of danger. 

Over the years, without fail, Simon has always come back to you in one piece. 

So when he walks into your flat with staggered breaths, smelling of antiseptic and sterile sheets, your heart aches.) 

You give him a look, eyes glassy with your hands clenched on your sides as if avoiding to touch, should he be fragile; he holds that stare for a few seconds too long until he decides to fuck it, pulling you closer to his chest. 

Fuck doctors’ orders that his stitches haven’t fully healed. Fuck doctors’ orders that he should ‘minimise thoracic pressure’. 

Fuck doctors’ orders that he should watch his breathing, keeping it slow and steady only. 

“Quit all ‘o that,” he clears his throat, hiding a wheeze from the impact, “Didn’t get me killed, ‘n it won’t. S’no grave to cry over.” 

You can’t help it though, he knows, your fingers clutching tighter onto the ends of his jacket as you rest your forehead on his collarbone. The pain muddles together in his chest, soaked by the tears seeping through the fabric of his t-shirt. 

There are many things Simon doesn’t tell you, many more that he won’t—

His body holds a litany of injuries, scars built upon scars; some lie on the surface of his skin, others residing deeper than any knife can sink into. 

—last month, he nearly died. 

A miscalculated raid had led him straight into a trap, isolating him from the rest of the 141. He was concussed and sedated, senses dulled by the chemicals injected into his bloodstream. It happened too fast—a blade, inconspicuously small but sharp, piercing through his ribcage; the hits that followed dealt greater damage. 

Price found Simon lying in a pool of his own blood, deep red against the white brinks of death. 

Three broken ribs—two that stabbed through his lungs along with the knife, and one that managed to puncture his heart. Doctors warned that breathing during recovery would be difficult, but he hardly finds it to be the most challenging part. 

The paranoia is worse. 

He’s been more fidgety since, constantly wary; uneasy. Worse compared to usual. 

Every professional he’s spoken to has told him that progress is non-linear—

“So, give yourself some time. Some days can be easy and difficult the next, but the day after that might be—” 

To that he says, fucking ‘ell. 

.

You cut yourself while trimming your chrysanthemums. 

It’s a small nick on your thumb, but that finger always bleeds more than the others do; blood red drips onto a few white petals—a striking contrast.

Simon finds you that way. 

He moves on autopilot, rushing in to grab the first-aid kit you keep in one of your kitchen cabinets. On the surface, he is calm, face set straight and hardly rattled by the accident. This is the only good he sees in the snail-pace of his recovery—his jagged breaths conceal the real reason his hands tremble slightly holding yours.

A small cut shouldn’t need bandaging. A small cut shouldn’t need gauze and waterproof plaster. Simon shouldn’t insist on taking over, especially when the pollen clogs his nose. 

But your white chrysanthemums should not be red. 

He tells himself he’ll get you a pair of those cut-resistant gardening gloves. 

Those petals should not be red. 

.

The knife isn’t the problem, it’s what surrounds it. 

Simon hasn’t been the same since his return, and you’ve begun to notice.

For a big and hefty man, he prefers keeping himself away from as much fuss as he can. Weekend markets with him have always been pleasant; he carries all the produce and you stop at food stalls to feed him bites of whatever catches your eye.

Not this time.

This time, Simon glues himself behind you, your back pressed against his chest as he navigates you both through crowds. He zeroes in on every single person brushing against you, searching for anything sharp. 

When you wait by a food stall, he scans the area; his focus shifts from a family of four settling their toddler on a stroller, then to a man older but not nearly as large as he, bringing in sacks of flour inside a bakery. Off in a corner is a teenager, swallowed by the thick fabric of a hoodie similar to his own; Simon observes him a little longer, drawing suspicions about the movement concealed inside the kid’s pocket. 

(You notice it when you ask whether he prefers peaches or mangoes for the crepe’s filling, only to be met with no reply.) 

Then, a faint trail of smoke wafts out of the boy’s nose—it’s just a vape. 

Simon turns away. 

By brunch, which you always somehow seem to drag him into, you settle into your seat and ask the server for a butter knife. 

(Simon stays silent most times, with the occasional dry retort or witty quip directed at any silly thing he notices, but he’s been completely quiet this entire day. The slightest bit of tension pinches the skin between his brows as his eyes dart from one person to the next—like roaring waves rushing to catch the shore.) 

It happens all too quickly, how he pins the server’s wrist down onto your table when you’re handed the butter knife. 

Everybody in the restaurant pauses to look at you two.

The shock on your face mirrors the server’s. 

Simon lets go immediately, mumbling his apologies as his hands dig inside the pocket of his hoodie. You turn to the server sheepishly, standing up to follow him to the cashier. 

(You know Simon well enough that he hates all the attention, so you quickly settle everything with the manager, explaining as best as you can that it wasn’t intentional. The server is kind enough to let it go, his wrist red but otherwise uninjured from Simon’s grip; you still give him a tip, for the shock and trouble.) 

The whole trip home is tense. Simon can’t look you in the eyes, and even when you both walk into your flat, he heads straight for the kitchen, preparing to clean and wash the vegetables.

He rolls up his sleeves and opens the tap, rinsing carrots and potatoes, along with some of the lettuce you managed to pick up for half off. 

(Something stabs at your heart seeing him curl into himself even more, but Simon will talk when he wants to—never before or after. 

So, you walk towards him instead, wrapping your arms around his waist as you rest your cheek against his back.) 

He stops moving, and the water continues running. 

(You can hear his heartbeat, feel each slow breath he’s taking.)  

Simon doesn’t tell you of the sleepless nights, of the terrors that plague his waking mind more than nightmares do. He doesn’t tell you that he sees you in his spot that very same day, on that same marble floor—your own pool of red against the very same white that your chrysanthemums bloom into. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper against his back, landing kisses on each of his shoulder blades. The fabric of his hoodie is soft and thick, but he feels you through it. 

“You always do a good job of keeping me safe.” 

Your words layer on him like tactical gear, arms tightening around his abdomen akin to the belt that holds his ammo. 

“Let me take care of you now,” you close your eyes, voice a little shaky, pleading, “okay?” 

Simon holds his breath. 

.

Your chrysanthemums sit in a vase by your kitchen sink, water droplets catching onto the petals and leaves. 

Simon sneezes every time he washes his hands, but he’s the one who put it there—

“S’called exposure therapy, love.” 

(And who are you to argue with a man on a mission?) 

—along with the cut-resistant gloves he stores in a drawer near your kitchen tools. 

From the corner of his eye, he watches you drag your chef’s knife to fillet a chicken breast. He keeps his gaze locked on your every movement, fingers twitching as if they itch to reach for you. Pain tingles at the side of his chest, a faded remnant of how it felt when the wound was still fresh. 

You fillet the breast successfully, and he releases a breath.

Simon has keen sight and he uses it to his advantage—sniping, scoping, watching. He notices the sharp edge of the open cupboard door over your head and reflexively lays his palm over it, cushioning the impact when you hastily move to the side.

If you notice, you don’t show him any signs.

Tonight’s menu is honey glazed soy chicken, a recipe you’ve been wanting to test out. He’d offered to help but you insisted that he sit back and relax; and of course, in typical Simon- fashion, he only partially heeds your advice. 

He sits back and relaxes all right, but on the barstool by the kitchen island, ready to spring into action whenever you need him. 

And he sees it all—that near-mishap by the cupboard, how dangerously close your fingers are from your chef’s knife; your cut-resistant gloves are ready-to-use in the drawer next to your garden tools. He still keeps that small blade between your mattress and bedframe. 

Old habits die hard, the aftereffects of near-death moreso, but Simon is a man on a mission, and when he watches you hiss away from the brief ‘pop!’ of oil splattering from your pan, he stays right where he is, convincing himself he can leave you to handle it. 

You’re okay. 

This is progress. 

It’s a start.

a/n: this turned out a lot more serious than i intended, but i enjoyed picking simon to see how he would act in a period of adjustment back to regular life, especially after something potentially traumatic. i find simon an incredibly difficult character to write because he carries so much with him and i could go on about this, but the tldr is: i think he's become desensitised to a lot of things, which is why i don't think he's afraid of wounds or knives no matter how much he's been hurt by them. i don't imagine him being afraid of dying either, because it's what they do—it comes with the job. i do think though, that his close call with death here shifts his fear to the idea of loss, particularly, losing you. and as a protector, he finds himself responsible for that.

thank you notes: to @soumies my gawd!! for helping me with dialogue and proofreading, practically beta reading this entire thing!! you are the heart of this fic 🥺 simon would not be simon in this without you!! love u love u love u!!!!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[cookiesandcrumbs]

So, I've been thinking of how it could be interesting to see the inspo i used for my Spring collection. A lot of it comes from Talbots catalogues. Spring came from their 2019 June and May editions.

First one is the cover, the poses for the cover as well as several of the other poses inside the catalogue, were made by the ever so talented @someone-elsa! Thank you so much again!

Next is the pedal pusher pants. Not very similar, in fact, not similar at all. But it was merely the idea of pedal pusher pants. I pieced together at least two different diffuse maps as well as a nice texture i got from fuzzimo that i edited a bit.

After that we have the espadrilles. I even tried to recreate the overhead shot of deco versions of the shoes haha. Don't ask me if i still have the deco, i don't. I may have accidentally deleted it. It wasn't made for public consumption anyway, only for preview. I do still have the XCF for it however, if anyone is interested in that. Canvas and wicker textures came from brusheezy and sims 3 respectively.

Next up is the bermuda shorts. Technically the inspo isn't bermuda shorts but, the mesh i used is called bermuda so, that's how that came to be. I looked all over for a pattern that might look somewhat like the inspo but, ultimately failed. Which is fine! I opted for a texture called Elegant grid from transparenttextures. I made some various embossing and overlay editing to it and got this elevated layering look. I think it came out neat.

Now comes the mock-neck. I made the mock neck neck myself. I just, selected the neck edges and scaled a little and nudged and unwrapped and uv mapped it somewhere else lol. The button area was a major struggle. I had to find a button texture that looked similar enough, i tried many versions. It's mapped separately from the actual shoulder, too, so the edges are 'crisp'. Inside the XCF i shared, you can find a version to recolor it the opposite way, dark base with light stripes. THAT took ages, finding the best overlay modes and combinations of layers. But i did it! You're welcome!

Here we have the skirt. This was a fairly simple item yet, it took some time to blend textures and copy and paste and gradient mask and noise and such, to get this look. I'm not even exaggerating when i say i had to re-make it AT LEast 5 times, on both masculine and feminine models. The diffuse maps are different since the masculine skirt sits lower than the feminine diffuse map. Both textures also needed to look like it came from the same roll of fabric, so i had to re-do it several times if i made a mistake. But the result i think is great!

Last but not least is the dress. I'm excluding the jumpsuit since it's identical but, Pants. I made the marble texture myself. Came out quite nice, right? The XCF for these also include an option to hide the bow, should you want to recolor without the bow. But, if you do that, you need a normal map without a bow. Fear not, i got you. In the download for the XCFs, I've included a folder called Extras, with just that, extra normal maps for both the dress and jumpsuit, without the bow! You can also recolor it without the marble if you want. The normal map i made for the collection is a solid one so you don't need a different normal map for those.

And yeah, that's it!

[sammsmith]

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For Men: Warm, woody blends with oud, leather, and spices.

5. Seasonal Favorites

Adapt your fragrance to the weather for a harmonious experience:

Spring and Summer: Light, floral, and citrus-based perfumes.

Autumn and Winter: Rich, spicy, and woody fragrances.

Choosing Your Signature Scent

Finding the right fragrance requires understanding your preferences and how a scent interacts with your skin. At Scent Your Soul, we make it easy to explore a variety of options and discover your perfect match.

Tips for Selecting the Right Fragrance:

Test Before You Buy: Use testers or trial sizes to see how the fragrance evolves throughout the day.

Understand Fragrance Families: Familiarize yourself with scent categories like floral, woody, oriental, and fresh.

Consider Your Lifestyle: Choose scents that align with your daily activities and personal style.

Enhancing Longevity

Even premium fragrances benefit from proper application to maximize their staying power.

Steps for Long-Lasting Scents:

Apply to Pulse Points: Dab perfume on areas like wrists, neck, and behind the ears for optimal diffusion.

Layer Your Fragrance: Use complementary scented products, such as body washes and lotions.

Avoid Rubbing: Gently dab rather than rub perfume to preserve its composition.

Store Correctly: Keep your fragrance in a cool, dark place to prevent degradation.

Why Choose Scent Your Soul?

At Scent Your Soul, we offer an exceptional range of premium fragrances tailored for every occasion. Our collection is thoughtfully curated to provide something for everyone, whether you prefer light and airy or deep and intense scents.

What Sets Us Apart?

High-Quality Ingredients: We use the finest raw materials to craft long-lasting, luxurious fragrances.

Diverse Selection: From fresh daytime scents to bold evening options, our variety ensures you’ll find the perfect fit.

Expert Guidance: Our team helps you navigate through our range to find a fragrance that truly resonates with you.

Our mission is to bring you scents that enhance your life and become a part of your story.

Embracing the Power of Fragrance

Fragrance has the power to transform not just how you feel, but how you’re perceived by others. A premium scent complements your personality, aligns with the occasion, and adds depth to your presence. Whether it’s a casual outing, a formal meeting, or a romantic evening, the right fragrance is your perfect companion.

Conclusion

The world of premium fragrances offers endless possibilities for self-expression. At Scent Your Soul, we’re dedicated to helping you find scents that suit every occasion and reflect your unique style.

Visit our website today to explore our premium collection and discover how the perfect fragrance can elevate your everyday experiences. From subtle daily scents to bold evening perfumes, we’ve got you covered for every moment of your journey.

Let your scent speak for you—because every occasion deserves a fragrance that tells your story.

[stobotnikworld]

After All, He Deserves It - Ch 4 Teaser

Title: After All, He Deserves It - A Tickle Kink fic Rating: M Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort Link: AO3

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Thank you for being so patient guys! The next couple of chapters are nearly here.

There has been a lot of writing going on, but most of the work has been shifted around and saved for various chapters, so hopefully you should see a few updates coming your way soon!

For now, here is a teaser of chapter 4. Dr Robotnik is going to start spoiling Stone rotten from this point forth! *_*

In this chapter Robotnik is worrying himself sick about Stone, his bad dreams and why he keeps going for late night walks without telling him.

He wonders if he is missing home, and plans to finally tackle the issue that night, but wants to be gentle and spoil him rotten first.

So he runs the most luscious spa-bath for him, decorated with romantic candles, exotic flowers and scents to remind him of home, with rose petals trailing from the bathroom to the front door. (Spoiler: Massages, cuddles, romantic kisses, silliness, tickling...)

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ASMR

The bath water ran hot and deep. The luscious loud pouring, rushing, wallowing and rippling sounds, as the whirlpool jets filled the giant wooden beech-coloured bathtub, transported him in blissful fantasy to nature-reclaimed island spas.

The perfumed bath soaks and oils dropped, dived, swam and glided, flipped and rolled luxuriously in pastel circles and forked rivers. Much like Koi fish, mini galaxies, drip paintings, or tropical undergrowth spreading rapidly in hot climates.

The gentle scents of the Middle East (and South Asia), enticing rare flowers and juicy fruit liberated his senses, as the cosy, sensual, musky and uplifting perfumes mixed, rose and dispersed.

Soft ruby-red rose petals floated on the waters surface lovingly, scattered artfully and delectably, their sweet smell and perfectly preserved dresses 'mini ethereal slices of home.' Two fuchsia-pink and ice-white lotus flowers danced, and spun calmly round each other like Apsara (Indian faeries, or cloud and water spirits.)

A mixture of cherry blossom petals and roses led the way to the bathroom, from the bedroom, and down the beech-coloured stairs leading to the cabin door.

Richly-coloured trails of hand-painted mandala tea-lights containing 'Midsummer's Night', flickered mysteriously around the bathroom. Spiritually. Protectively.

The attractive 'experience' had been comprised of citrus, herbaceous, woody, bergamot, lime, lavender, pine floral sage, cedarwood, vetiver, juniper berry, clary sage and moss. Otherwise described as 'an intoxicating and masculine blend of musk, patchouli, sage and mahogany cologne' - or Lynx, to those unfamiliar with this particular Yankee Candle.

Small vases of orchids and lilies, and bowls of potpourri scented with hop, lavender, jasmine and sandalwood posed elegantly in the four corners of the now-spa room. Each glass centrepiece was wrapped with tiny sparkling green leafy fairy lights, and had fuchsia rose petals and cherry blossoms scattered around the bases.

Pretty diffusers scented with Thyme, Mint and Eucalyptus puffed dreamily into the warm Spring night and, as the window was open letting in the scent of fresh grass and rain, a lovely breeze perfected the atmosphere.

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[pix4japan]

Plums and Pipes: Unveiling the Unique Charms of Mukoyama Shoten in Yokohamabashi

Location: Yokohamabashi, Minami Ward, Yokohama, Japan Timestamp: 17:33 on December 19, 2023

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Step into the vibrant Yokohamabashi shopping district, and one of the first shops you'll encounter on your left is an establishment named Mukoyama Shoten, offering an quirky mix of tobacco and plum products.

Several years ago, the store underwent a renovation, transforming its appearance into a more modern and inviting space. Originally specializing in tobacco-related items, Mukoyama Shoten has expanded its inventory to include a totally unrelated selection of renowned plum (ume) and pickled plum (umeboshi) products, notably the Nanko-Ume.

Nanko-Ume, a distinctive plum variety, thrives in the historical region known as “Kishu,” encompassing present-day Wakayama Prefecture and southern Mie Prefecture. The coastal climate in this area is particularly conducive to the cultivation of these flavorful plums.

Beyond their unique origin, pickled plums (umeboshi) are served with vinaigrettes, salad dressings, noodles, sandwiches, and rice balls. A popular way to enjoy umeboshi is to pair them with rice, complemented by side dishes such as fish, meat, or vegetables like cucumbers and carrots.

For those inclined towards homemade drinks, buying unripened green plums in late spring or early summer opens up the possibility of crafting umeshu—a delightful fruity liqueur. Made by steeping unripened ume in distilled liquor with sugar, the steeping time is left to the brewer’s discretion. Many of the older parents of my Japanese friends, treasure personal umeshu recipes passed down through generations. These homemade concoctions are served warm in winter and served cold in the summer months.

Yokohamabashi, like many other shotengai shopping streets in Japan, boasts the charm of small mom-and-pop shops, each with its own quirky blend of products. The juxtaposition of tobacco items and plum specialties at Mukoyama Shoten exemplifies the unique character of these establishments, making a visit a fun exploration of diverse offerings.

Google Maps links, references for further reading, and source materials can be found at the latest blog post at pix4japan.com: https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20231219-yokohamabashi

[appalachian-archaeologist]

Beartown State Park: A Hidden Gem

Nestled in the heart of West Virginia and not far from Lost World Caverns, Beartown State Park is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by nature enthusiasts and hikers alike. Beartown State Park is the smallest state park in West Virginia! This enchanting park offers a unique blend of natural beauty, tranquility, and an otherworldly atmosphere that makes it a perfect destination for solo adventurers and photographers.

Beartown State Park is easily accessible by car. The park is just off Route 219, making it a convenient stop for those exploring the region. The road is a bit narrow at times so be ready to pull off if there's another car. The best time to visit this state park is during the spring and fall when the weather is mild, and the park's flora is at its most vibrant. However, each season brings its own unique charm to Beartown, making it a year-round destination.

As you step into Beartown State Park, you'll be greeted by a landscape that seems straight out of a fairytale. The park is renowned for its unique rock formations, narrow crevices, and moss-covered boulders. These geological wonders create a maze-like environment that is both fascinating and beautiful.

The park offers several trails that cater to different skill levels. The main boardwalk trail is an easy and accessible route that takes you through some of the park's most stunning scenery. Along the way, you'll encounter towering rocks, ancient trees, and the soothing sounds of nature. What really stands out to me about this park is that it has a wheelchair accessible ramp and parking, so everyone can enjoy at least a section of the boardwalk.

One of the park's highlights is the intricate network of crevices and passageways formed by large rocks. These formations are a result of the area's unique geological history and provide an otherworldly backdrop for your hike. There are many informational signs placed along the boardwalk offering facts about geology and about the local flora.

Beartown State Park is a paradise for photographers. The park's diverse landscape offers countless opportunities for capturing breathtaking shots. Here are a few tips to help you make the most of your photography experience:

Best Spots: The boardwalk trail offers numerous vantage points for photography. Look for spots where the light filters through the trees, illuminating the moss-covered rocks.

Ideal Times: Early morning and late afternoon provide the best lighting conditions. The soft, diffused light during these times enhances the park's ethereal quality.

Recommended Gear: A wide-angle lens is perfect for capturing the expansive views and intricate rock formations. A tripod can also be helpful for low-light conditions and long-exposure shots.

Beartown State Park is known for its safety and welcoming atmosphere, making it an excellent choice for female solo hikers like myself. Here are some tips to ensure a safe and enjoyable hike:

Stay on Marked Trails: The park's trails are well-marked and maintained. Stick to these paths to avoid getting lost!

Inform Someone: Let a friend or family member know your hiking plans and expected return time.

Pack Essentials: Bring enough water, snacks, and a basic first-aid kit. A map and a fully charged phone are also important.

Trust Your Instincts: If something doesn’t feel right, trust your instincts and take appropriate action.

Beartown State Park is a must-visit destination for anyone seeking to immerse themselves in nature's beauty. Its unique landscape, safe environment, and photographic opportunities make it an ideal spot for solo adventurers and photography enthusiasts. Plan your visit today and experience the magic of Beartown for yourself. Don’t forget to share your photos and stories – we’d love to hear about your adventures!

Happy hiking and happy shooting!

[pivotalmoments0]

How to Create a Festive Mood with Easter Scents?

Easter is a celebration of renewal, warmth, and blossoming joy. As springtime awakens the senses, the aromas surrounding this season play a significant role in cultivating a joyful and spiritual atmosphere. Creating a festive mood with Easter scents goes beyond simple decoration—it taps into our most nostalgic and emotional triggers. Here's how you can transform your home into a sanctuary of Easter delight using aromatic inspiration.

The Emotional Power of Easter Scents

Scent has a profound effect on memory and emotion. Fragrances like fresh florals, citrus, herbs, and baked goods evoke memories of Easter brunches, sunrise services, and family gatherings. When these scents fill the air, they create a multisensory environment that enhances the mood, elevates the spirit, and marks the holiday as truly special.

Top Easter-Inspired Scents to Use in Your Home

1. Fresh Florals: The Essence of Spring Renewal

Lilac, hyacinth, daffodil, peony, and cherry blossom are all iconic springtime florals that embody the freshness and beauty of the Easter season. These flowers symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, making them ideal for the holiday.

Ways to Use:

Use essential oil diffusers with floral blends.

Place fresh-cut flowers in vases around the home.

Use floral wax melts or candles in entryways and living areas.

2. Citrus Brightness: Energize the Easter Spirit

Citrus oils like lemon, orange, bergamot, and grapefruit bring an uplifting and cleansing quality to your space. Their zesty aroma awakens the senses and complements Easter’s vibrant theme.

Ways to Use:

Simmer citrus peels and herbs on the stove with water.

Use citrus-scented room sprays for quick freshness.

Add a few drops of lemon essential oil to a diffuser.

3. Sweet and Spicy Comfort: A Nod to Easter Baking

The sweet aroma of vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove instantly invokes the warmth of Easter baking traditions—think hot cross buns, carrot cake, and sugar cookies.

Ways to Use:

Bake fresh goods before guests arrive to naturally fill the air.

Use baking spice-scented candles or room sprays.

Add a few drops of cinnamon or vanilla oil to potpourri bowls.

4. Herbal Freshness: Clean and Grounding Notes

Herbs like basil, rosemary, thyme, and mint offer a grounding aroma that balances the sweetness and floral notes. They represent the freshness of nature and echo the simplicity of traditional Easter meals.

Ways to Use:

Boil herbs on the stove with lemon slices.

Create your own herbal sachets with dried herbs and place them in drawers.

Use mint-scented soaps or lotions in guest bathrooms.

Easter Scent Zones: Where and How to Infuse Your Space

Entryway: First Impressions with Fresh Notes

The moment someone enters your home, let them be greeted with a scent that sets the tone. A floral or citrus diffuser near the door creates an instant inviting and energizing ambiance.

Living Room: Harmonize Warmth and Celebration

Layer floral, sweet, and herbal scents here to reflect the heart of Easter celebrations. Use scented candles, diffusers, or simmer pots during gatherings.

Kitchen: Let the Aroma of Easter Dishes Shine

Let natural food aromas take center stage but accentuate with subtle herbaceous notes. A rosemary-lavender blend works beautifully without overwhelming the kitchen.

Dining Room: Scented Elegance with a Purpose

Use delicate floral centerpieces with infused table runners or napkins lightly scented with lavender or citrus. Avoid overpowering smells that interfere with food aromas.

Bathrooms: Refreshing and Invigorating Vibes

Keep these spaces smelling fresh with mint, eucalyptus, or lemon scents. Reed diffusers or wax melts can provide a steady aroma throughout the day.

DIY Easter Scent Recipes for a Personalized Touch

Spring Floral Simmer Pot

Ingredients:

1 cup rose petals

½ cup lavender buds

1 sliced lemon

1 sprig rosemary

4 cups water

Simmer on low to release a soft, sweet, and herbal fragrance.

Easter Morning Diffuser Blend

3 drops sweet orange

2 drops lavender

2 drops peppermint

This uplifting and energizing mix is perfect for Easter morning as the family gathers.

Baked Treat Candle Blend

4 drops vanilla

3 drops cinnamon

2 drops nutmeg

Mimics the scent of freshly baked goodies without lifting a finger.

Scented Easter Décor Ideas

Enhance the festive atmosphere with aromatic crafts and décor:

Scented eggs: Add essential oil drops to hollowed eggs and seal them with wax.

Herbal wreaths: Use rosemary, thyme, and lavender branches woven into Easter wreaths.

Fragrant Easter baskets: Add sachets of dried lavender or citrus peels for a scent surprise.

Creating Easter Memories Through Scent Rituals

Scent can anchor traditions in a powerful way. By creating scent rituals, families can strengthen holiday traditions and deepen the emotional experience.

Examples:

Lighting a specific candle each Easter morning

Diffusing a unique blend only on Easter Sunday

Handing out scented cards or sachets as Easter gifts

These olfactory cues help build emotional memories that return every time the scent is revisited.

Choosing High-Quality Scents for Lasting Impact

Opt for natural essential oils, soy-based candles, or clean-burning wax melts. Artificial fragrances may not offer the same depth or safety, especially around children or pets.

Trusted sources include:

Organic essential oil brands

Artisanal candle makers

DIY blends using pure, therapeutic-grade oils

Conclusion: A Celebration of the Senses

Creating a festive mood with Easter scents allows you to turn your home into a place of spiritual and emotional warmth. By layering floral, citrus, herbal, and sweet notes strategically throughout your home, you create a multisensory holiday experience that lingers long after the chocolate eggs are gone.

[candleshop742]

How to Choose the Right Diffuser Fragrance for Every Season?

Selecting the best diffuser scent for each season can make your house and disposition magic, with each season of the year being just a little extra special. A good fragrance doesn't just cleanse your home, but it also mirrors the altering mood of what's outside. Here's the way to pick the best diffuser fragrance per season.

Why Should You Change Diffuser Fragrances with the Seasons?

Just as we change our wardrobe and our rituals with the weather, our olfactory system hankers after diversity throughout the year. 

Perfume is inextricably linked to emotion and memory, aiding us in tracking the passage of time and making the home a secure, welcoming sanctuary. 

By cycling through your diffuser scent, you can find harmony with each season, revitalising in spring, vibrant in summer, snug in autumn, and reassuring in winter.

What Are the Best Fragrances for a Spring Diffuser?

Spring is about rebirth and freshness. 

As flowers start blooming and days lengthen, choose light, airy fragrances that evoke the mood of the season. 

Citrus notes such as lemon, grapefruit, and bergamot are perfect for their energising property. Green notes and light florals like jasmine, cherry blossom, and hyacinth also play well. 

Fruity mixes watermelon, berries, or peach inject a light, playful note, whereas aquatic notes provide a sense of fresh, clean air.

Which Fragrances are Best for Summer Diffusers?

Summer requires bright, tropical, and fresh fragrances. Coconut, pineapple, and mango scents bring to mind beach vacations and rays of sunshine. 

Green tea and pomegranate are also in fashion for their refreshing, cooling qualities. For something a bit more floral, honeysuckle or hibiscus is a good choice. 

These scents bring a fresh, laid-back atmosphere that's ideal for hot, languid days and having company over.

What are the Perfect Diffuser Fragrances for Autumn?

Autumn is the time for warmth and nostalgia. When the weather gets cooler and leaves turn golden, turn to warm, spicy scents. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove create a sense of comfort and home, whereas vanilla and pumpkin introduce a sweetness. 

Woody scents such as sandalwood, cedar, and vetiver evoke the earthy richness of the season. Amber and musk may also contribute depth and sophistication to your autumn scent mixture.

Which Aromas Perfume Best Winter Diffusers?

Winter is about wrapping yourself in warmth. Use warm, rich fragrances such as vanilla, caramel, and brown sugar to induce a feeling of warmth. 

Resinous and woody notes—pine, cedarwood, fir, and oud bring to mind snow-covered woods and blazing fires. 

Spicy combinations of cinnamon, clove, and star anise can make your home feel welcoming and festive. 

For a hint of freshness, use peppermint or eucalyptus, which can also be used to purify the air during cold weather.

How can you personalise diffuser scents for all-year-round use?

If you enjoy experimenting, mix essential oils to produce a seasonal signature fragrance. Blend fig, almond, and sandalwood for a chic year-round fragrance, or incorporate a few drops of jasmine and hyacinth in spring for added floral scent. Vary the proportions as you go along, diffuser fragrance is subjective and about creating the mood you desire.

Conclusion

Selecting the most suitable diffuser fragrance for each season is an easy way to improve the ambience of your home and your own health. No matter if you yearn for the springtime freshness, the energy of summer, the comfort of autumn, or the cosiness of winter, there is a wonderful scent to suit. Change your scents with the seasons, and have a home that always smells in harmony with nature and the season.

[grassearoma]

The Benefits of Home Scent Diffusers: Enhance Your Living Space

A home scent diffuser is more than just a decorative item — it’s a simple tool that can transform your living space into a cozy, inviting sanctuary. Whether you want to relax after a long day, boost your mood, or simply enjoy a fresh-smelling home, a home scent diffuser offers an easy and affordable solution. Let’s explore how these devices work and why they’re a must-have for every household.

1. Elevate Your Home Environment

A home scent diffuser instantly upgrades your space by filling it with calming or energizing fragrances. Imagine walking into a room that smells like fresh lavender, citrus, or vanilla — it immediately feels welcoming. These devices are perfect for:

Living rooms: Create a warm atmosphere for family gatherings.

Bedrooms: Use soothing scents like chamomile to promote better sleep.

Home offices: Boost focus with crisp peppermint or lemon aromas.

No more harsh chemical sprays or short-lived candles. A diffuser provides a steady, gentle fragrance that keeps your home smelling great all day.

2. Health and Wellness Benefits

Many home scent diffusers use natural essential oils, which can improve indoor air quality and support well-being. For example:

Eucalyptus or tea tree oil helps clear stuffy air during cold seasons.

Lavender reduces stress and encourages relaxation.

Citrus scents (like orange or grapefruit) uplift your mood naturally.

By avoiding synthetic air fresheners, you’ll breathe easier and enjoy a healthier home environment.

3. Customization and Personalization

One of the best features of a home scent diffuser is the ability to customize fragrances. You can:

Switch scents based on the season (e.g., cinnamon for winter, floral blends for spring).

Mix oils to create your own unique aroma (try vanilla + sandalwood for a cozy vibe).

Adjust the intensity of the fragrance to suit your space.

This flexibility lets you tailor your home’s ambiance to match any occasion or mood.

4. Convenience and Ease of Use

Modern home scent diffusers are designed for hassle-free operation:

No cords or flames: Most diffusers are electric or battery-powered, making them safe for kids and pets.

Automatic shut-off: They turn off when the water runs out, preventing damage.

Quiet operation: Unlike noisy air purifiers, diffusers work silently in the background.

Just add water and a few drops of your favorite essential oil — it’s that easy!

5. Cost-Effective Solutions

A home scent diffuser is a budget-friendly way to enjoy long-lasting fragrance. Here’s how to save even more:

Buy oils in bulk: Larger essential oil bottles cost less per drop.

Opt for reusable diffusers: They last years with basic care.

Explore wholesale aroma diffuser options: If you need multiple units (e.g., for every room or as gifts), purchasing wholesale aroma diffusers can cut costs by 20–50%.

For example, a set of three diffusers bought wholesale might cost the same as one retail unit.

6. Why Wholesale Aroma Diffusers Make Sense

If you’re a business owner, interior designer, or simply want to stock up, wholesale aroma diffusers offer unbeatable value:

Affordable pricing: Bulk orders reduce the price per unit.

Consistent supply: Never run out of popular models.

Custom branding: Some wholesalers let you add logos for hotels, salons, or corporate gifts.

This option is ideal for anyone looking to combine quality with savings.

Conclusion

A home scent diffuser is a small investment with big rewards. It enhances your home’s atmosphere, supports wellness, and lets you express your style through fragrance. Whether you buy a single diffuser or explore wholesale aroma diffuser deals, you’ll enjoy a fresher, happier living space. Ready to transform your home? Try a diffuser today — your nose (and your guests) will thank you!

[desertsafarid]

A Magical Wedding in the Desert: Where Romance Meets the Sands of Time

When it comes to choosing a wedding location that blends natural beauty, privacy, and unforgettable atmosphere, few places rival the allure of a wedding in the desert. Imagine exchanging vows under a vast sky painted with golden hues, surrounded by majestic dunes and the gentle whisper of the wind — it's a setting straight out of a dream.

Desert weddings have grown in popularity among couples seeking something unconventional, intimate, and deeply romantic. Whether it's the serene silence, the raw landscape, or the ethereal sunset light, the desert offers a canvas unlike any other for crafting a wedding that is truly your own.

Why Choose a Desert Wedding?

The desert is not just a location — it’s a mood, a backdrop that brings with it a sense of adventure, peace, and timeless beauty. Hosting a wedding in the desert allows couples to break away from traditional venues and immerse themselves in a landscape that naturally evokes a sense of wonder.

The vast openness ensures a feeling of freedom and connection with nature. There are no buildings to overshadow your moment, no distractions — only the horizon, your partner, and your closest loved ones. Desert weddings are often associated with minimalist elegance, but they can also be styled with bold bohemian flair, luxury touches, or even traditional elements.

Ideal Destinations for a Desert Wedding

Desert landscapes are found all over the world, and each one offers its own distinct charm. From the golden sands of Dubai to the rich red rock landscapes of Arizona, the possibilities are endless.

Middle Eastern deserts, such as the Rub' al Khali or the deserts near Cairo, offer stunning views and easy access to high-end desert resorts with full-service wedding planning.

Southwestern U.S. destinations like Sedona or Joshua Tree combine desert serenity with iconic scenery and modern venues.

Morocco’s Sahara Desert is a top choice for couples seeking a cultural touch, offering options like luxury desert camps and camel processions.

Wherever you choose, the desert adds an authentic, almost spiritual dimension to your ceremony.

Planning Considerations

While a wedding in the desert is visually spectacular, it comes with its own set of logistical needs:

Timing: Deserts are known for extreme temperatures. Aim for early spring or autumn months when the weather is more accommodating. Sunset ceremonies are particularly magical and provide better lighting for photography.

Permits and Venue Access: Depending on your chosen location, you may need permits for gatherings, sound equipment, or catering. It's essential to research local regulations or work with an experienced local planner.

Guest Comfort: Since guests will be exposed to natural elements, consider shaded areas, hydration stations, and practical footwear suggestions in your invitations. Some couples provide personalized fans, sunglasses, or parasols as part of the welcome package.

Sound and Acoustics: With wide open spaces, wind and sound travel differently. Professional audio equipment and wind shields for microphones are a must if you’re planning on amplifying your vows or music.

Décor and Styling Ideas

The beauty of a wedding in the desert lies in the natural tones — warm sands, soft skies, and rugged textures. This allows for a variety of design approaches:

Boho-Chic: Think macramé accents, Persian rugs on the sand, lanterns, and pampas grass arrangements.

Minimalist Elegance: Clean lines, neutral palettes, and organic materials that echo the desert’s simplicity.

Luxury Oasis: Create a contrast between the wild surroundings and sophisticated details like crystal tableware, velvet seating, and floral arches.

Lighting also plays a key role. After sunset, the desert becomes a quiet canvas — perfect for ambient string lights, candles, and bonfires to create an inviting post-ceremony glow.

Photography in the Desert

Photographers love desert weddings for the soft, diffused light and dramatic backdrops. Whether it’s a couple walking hand-in-hand along the dunes, or silhouettes against the burning orange sky, the setting is naturally cinematic.

Golden hour — the hour just before sunset — is especially ideal. Photographers can also use the textures of the sand, unique desert flora, and wide-open space to capture editorial-style shots that feel both intimate and majestic.

Read Too : Unforgettable Weddings in the Desert: Embracing Nature's Beauty for Your Special Day

Making It Memorable

To make your wedding in the desert truly unforgettable, consider adding experiential elements:

Live acoustic music or traditional regional performances add atmosphere and cultural flavor.

Desert dining under the stars with locally inspired cuisine offers a one-of-a-kind reception.

Glamping accommodations allow guests to stay nearby while enjoying the desert night sky in comfort.

For eco-conscious couples, a desert setting also lends itself well to sustainable planning. From using solar lighting to renting décor and minimizing waste, your celebration can be as kind to the planet as it is to your hearts.

Final Thoughts

Choosing a wedding in the desert is more than just a venue decision — it’s a commitment to creating a moment that feels both grounded and limitless. It’s perfect for couples who value nature, intimacy, and originality. With the right planning and a clear vision, your desert wedding can be a beautiful, soul-stirring celebration that you and your guests will remember forever.

[fragranceoutlet]

Best Popular Men’s Colognes: Types, Usage Tips, Seasonal Picks & Where to Buy at FragranceOutlet

Cologne is more than just a grooming essential—it’s a reflection of personal style, confidence, and identity. A well-chosen men’s cologne can make a lasting impression, elevate your mood, and even enhance your overall presence. From fresh and aquatic scents to bold, woody blends, popular men’s colognes offer a wide spectrum of fragrances suitable for different occasions, seasons, and personalities. Understanding the types, proper usage, and seasonal suitability of colognes can help every man find a signature scent. And for those ready to buy, FragranceOutlet offers a wide selection of bestselling men’s colognes online at competitive prices.

Types of Men’s Cologne

Fragrances for men are typically classified based on their concentration of essential oils. Each type offers a different level of strength and longevity:

Eau de Cologne (EDC): Light and refreshing, usually containing 2-4% fragrance oil. Ideal for quick bursts of freshness in warm weather or after workouts.

Eau de Toilette (EDT): More balanced with 5-15% concentration. It’s versatile and suitable for daily wear.

Eau de Parfum (EDP): Stronger and longer-lasting, with 15-20% concentration. Perfect for evening wear or formal events.

Parfum: Highly concentrated and luxurious, typically used sparingly due to its intensity and price point.

Most popular men’s colognes fall within the EDT or EDP categories, offering great performance with moderate to high projection.

Best-Selling Men’s Colognes

Some colognes have become modern classics for a reason. Here are a few of the most popular picks among men:

Dior Sauvage: Fresh, spicy, and bold with bergamot, Sichuan pepper, and ambroxan.

Versace Eros: A seductive blend of mint, vanilla, and tonka bean.

Bleu de Chanel: A timeless woody-aromatic scent with grapefruit, incense, and sandalwood.

Acqua di Gio by Giorgio Armani: A fresh aquatic cologne perfect for summer.

Y by Yves Saint Laurent: Modern, versatile, and balanced with sage, apple, and cedarwood.

These fragrances not only smell incredible, but also offer strong sillage and impressive longevity, making them go-to options for many men.

How to Use Men’s Cologne Properly

To get the most out of your cologne, apply it directly to clean skin after showering, focusing on pulse points like the neck, wrists, and behind the ears. These areas generate heat, which helps diffuse the scent throughout the day.

Avoid over-spraying—2 to 4 sprays are typically enough. Also, don’t rub your wrists together after spraying, as this can break down the fragrance molecules and reduce its lifespan.

Layering with an unscented moisturizer can also help lock in the scent and make it last longer.

Choosing Cologne for Different Occasions

Different occasions call for different types of cologne:

Workplace or Daytime: Choose light, fresh, or citrus-based colognes like Acqua di Gio or Y EDT.

Date Nights: Go for warm, sweet, or spicy scents like Versace Eros or La Nuit de L’Homme.

Special Events: Sophisticated, bold colognes like Bleu de Chanel or Dior Sauvage EDP make a statement.

Casual or Weekend Use: Aromatic or marine-based scents are perfect for relaxed outings.

The right cologne complements your outfit, mood, and environment.

Seasonal Suitability of Cologne

Fragrances interact with body chemistry and weather, making seasonal adjustment important:

Spring: Green, floral, or citrus colognes offer a fresh and energizing vibe.

Summer: Aquatic and light fruity scents like Light Blue Pour Homme or Acqua di Gio are ideal for hot days.

Fall: Warm, spicy notes like amber, cinnamon, and patchouli work well in the cooler air.

Winter: Rich, bold colognes with oud, leather, or smoky woods are best for colder months.

Adapting your scent to the season enhances both comfort and effectiveness.

Benefits of Wearing Cologne

The benefits of wearing cologne go beyond smelling great:

Boosts self-confidence

Leaves a memorable impression

Enhances mood and presence

Expresses personality and style

Complements grooming and fashion choices

Wearing the right scent makes you feel more put-together and adds depth to your overall appearance.

Where to Buy Men’s Cologne

When you’re ready to shop for top men’s colognes, FragranceOutlet is the ideal destination. As a verified online seller, FragranceOutlet offers an extensive collection of authentic designer fragrances at great prices. From bestsellers like Bleu de Chanel and Dior Sauvage to hidden gems, you’ll find the perfect scent to match your lifestyle.

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Pics:

1. "Rise, radiant sun..."

2. "Grateful beechen shades..."

3. "Sparkles on the stream..."

4. "Awake! Ye sylphs..."

5. Flora, a Spring goddess.

6. "Soar! Feathered flock..."

7. "Song the morning meadow bears..."

8. "Hills my infant vision knew..."

9. "Moon & stars more distant..."

10. "Urban glare my sight obscures..."

Title: 1916's "Content", Part 2.

Text:

Rise, radiant sun! To light the grassy glades¹,

Whose charms I view from grateful beechen² shades;

Over spire & peak diffuse the expanding gleam

That gilds the grove & sparkles on the stream.

Awake! Ye sylphs³ of Flora's⁴ gorgeous train,

To scent the fields & deck⁵ the rising main.

Soar, feathered flock & carol⁶ over the scene,

To cheer the lonely watcher on the green.

Sweet is the song the morning meadow bears,

And with the darkness fade ambitious cares:

Above the abbey tower the rays ascend,

As light & peace in matchless beauty blend.

Why should I sigh for realms of toil & stress,

When now I bask in Nature's loveliness?

What thoughts so great, that they must needs expand

Beyond the hills that bound this fragrant land?

These friendly hills my infant vision knew,

And in the sheltering vale from birth I grew.

Yon distant spires Ambition's limit shew,

For who, here born, could farther wish to go?

When sky blest evening soothes the world & me,

Are moon & stars more distant from my lea⁷?

No urban glare⁸ my sight of heaven obscures,

And orbs undimmed rise over the neighboring moors⁹.

Notes:

1. Glades are open spaces in forests.

These clearings are due to poor soils, fires, avalanches or are made by people.

Such parcels have unique plants & animals adapted to sunny conditions.

2. Beechen describes something "made of" or "relating to beech trees."

3. Sylphs were mortal but, soulless "air dwelling spirits."

The word was made up by Paracelsus, alchemist & physician of 1500s Switzerland.

Sylphs is now used to describe a slim, graceful girl or woman of ethereal beauty.

4. Flora ("Flower") was a Roman diety of renewal, flowers & fertility.

Greek nymph Chloris (""Fresh, Green") was changed into Flora by Zephyrus ("West Wind"), her husband!

5. Deck, here, means "to decorate" or "adorn (something) festively."

6. Carol also means "to sing" or "say (something) happily."

Lovecraft is known to have written a 'few' Christmas poems.

7. A lea is "an open grassy area that is plowable."

8. How old has the idea of nighttime urban glare been around?

Such light pollution started in the city of Baltimore in 1817, when gas lights were 1st used.

Things only got worse in the city of Newcastle, in 1879, when electric lights began to be strung up.

From 1911 onwards, incandescent lamps (using tungsten filaments) became popular for lighting city streets.

The 1st attempt to analyze light pollution was done 1917.

But, it took until the 1970s for astronomers to notice the brighter skies & make a fuss about it...

9. Moors are wild, open areas with low growing vegetation, rough wet grass & peat bogs.

This is due to places with heavy rain, acidic soils & in usually hilly land.

Next: Part 3 of 4.

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Roller Blinds: Sleek, Stylish, and Practical for Every Home

When it comes to window treatments that combine simplicity, functionality, and modern aesthetics, roller blinds are a top contender. Whether you're updating your home, office, or a commercial space, roller blinds offer an easy yet effective way to control light, ensure privacy, and enhance the overall look of a room. Their clean lines and minimalist appeal make them a favorite choice among interior designers and homeowners alike.

Let’s explore why roller blinds are such a popular choice and how they can transform your living or working space.

What Are Roller Blinds?

Roller blinds are window coverings made from a single piece of fabric that rolls up and down using a chain mechanism or motorized system. They are mounted on a roller tube at the top of the window and can be adjusted to any height, allowing for precise control of natural light and privacy.

They come in a wide range of materials, colors, and textures — from sheer fabrics that softly filter sunlight to blackout fabrics that block it out entirely. This versatility makes them suitable for every room, from sun-drenched living rooms to cozy bedrooms and sleek office spaces.

Benefits of Installing Roller Blinds Modern and Minimalist Look Roller blinds are the perfect addition to modern interiors. Their simple, unbulky design provides a streamlined appearance that suits contemporary homes, minimalist designs, and urban apartments. When rolled up, they are almost invisible, offering a clean, uncluttered look.

Excellent Light Control One of the biggest advantages of roller blinds is their ability to manage sunlight. You can choose from different fabric types — sheer, sunscreen, or blackout — depending on how much light you want to let in. This makes them perfect for bedrooms, nurseries, or media rooms where darkness is key.

Space-Saving Unlike curtains that require space to hang and drape, roller blinds fit snugly within the window frame. This makes them ideal for smaller spaces, offices, and modern homes where maximizing space is important.

Easy to Operate Roller blinds are incredibly easy to use. Manual versions come with a simple chain or spring mechanism, while motorized options offer remote or smart control integration — great for high windows or tech-savvy households.

Low Maintenance Made from durable, dust-resistant materials, roller blinds are easy to clean and maintain. A quick wipe with a damp cloth is usually all it takes to keep them looking fresh and new.

Versatile and Customizable Whether you want a bold color to make a statement or a neutral tone to blend in, there’s a roller blind for every style. Many suppliers offer customization options in terms of fabric, size, and even printed designs to match your interiors perfectly.

Ideal Uses of Roller Blinds

Roller blinds work well in any setting:

Living rooms: Use sunscreen fabrics for filtered light without losing your view.

Bedrooms: Opt for blackout blinds for a restful sleep environment.

Kitchens and bathrooms: Go for moisture-resistant materials for easy maintenance.

Offices: Choose light-diffusing blinds to reduce glare on screens without darkening the room entirely.

Conclusion

Sleek, functional, and endlessly stylish, roller blinds Dubai are a smart and practical choice for modern living. Whether you're renovating your home or furnishing a new space, they offer a seamless blend of form and function. With their range of designs and user-friendly operation, roller blinds are an investment in comfort, convenience, and contemporary design. If you're looking for a window treatment that’s as easy to live with as it is on the eyes, roller blinds may just be the perfect fit.