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Dior Hypnotic Poison - The Spellbinding Scent that Complements Jade Ann Byrne & Her Multifaceted Life

Dior Hypnotic Poison – The Spellbinding Scent that Complements Jade Ann Byrne & Her Multifaceted Life When I talk about fragrances that define not just a moment, but an entire lifestyle, Dior’s Hypnotic Poison is at the very top of the list. This iconic scent has been my signature companion through my most extreme days—whether I’m carving the icy slopes of Big Bear in the morning or lounging…

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[abhishekomg]

Transforming Healthcare Environments with Scent Marketing for Hospitals

Hospitals are spaces of care, healing, and hope, but they can often feel cold and intimidating due to their clinical nature. The sterile smells, bustling activity, and high-stress atmosphere can leave patients and visitors feeling uneasy. This is where Scent Marketing for Hospitals emerges as a revolutionary approach to transform healthcare environments. By incorporating carefully chosen fragrances, hospitals can create calming, welcoming, and uplifting atmospheres that benefit patients, visitors, and staff alike.

What is Scent Marketing for Hospitals?

Scent marketing for hospitals involves strategically introducing fragrances into healthcare spaces to create a soothing and pleasant environment. With scents closely linked to the brain’s limbic system—which governs emotions and memory—this approach can help alleviate stress, evoke feelings of comfort, and improve the overall perception of the hospital.

Hospitals can benefit from fragrances that not only enhance the ambiance but also align with their mission of care and healing. By using advanced scent marketing solutions, facilities can neutralize unpleasant odors and replace them with calming aromas that promote relaxation and well-being.

Benefits of Scent Marketing in Healthcare

1. Improved Patient Experience

Patients in hospitals are often anxious about their health and treatments. Introducing calming scents like lavender or chamomile can:

Reduce stress and anxiety, promoting a sense of calm.

Enhance the healing process by creating a positive emotional environment.

Make patient rooms and waiting areas feel more welcoming.

2. Comfort for Visitors

Hospital visits can be emotionally taxing for families and loved ones. Inviting fragrances in waiting rooms or corridors can:

Provide a sense of relaxation and comfort.

Alleviate the stress of waiting, especially in emergency or intensive care units.

3. Staff Well-Being

Healthcare workers often face high-pressure situations. Energizing scents like citrus or peppermint can:

Boost focus and productivity.

Improve mood and reduce burnout during long shifts.

4. Odor Management

Hospitals are often associated with strong clinical odors that can make the environment feel uninviting. Fragrance solutions effectively neutralize these odors while adding a layer of freshness to the space.

Applications of Scent Marketing in Healthcare

Patient Rooms and Recovery Areas

Gentle, soothing fragrances help patients feel relaxed and improve the healing process.

Essential oils and hydrocarbons like eucalyptus and tea tree can be used for their calming and purifying properties.

Waiting Rooms

Families and visitors waiting for news can benefit from scents like vanilla or sandalwood, which promote calmness and patience.

Subtle scent marketing in healthcare ensures these spaces feel less stressful and more inviting.

Staff Areas

Employee lounges or offices can incorporate energizing scents such as citrus or mint to enhance focus and energy levels.

Common Areas and Corridors

Advanced scent marketing solutions can ensure that lobbies and hallways feel fresh and inviting, masking any unpleasant odors.

How Scent Marketing Enhances Other Spaces in Healthcare

Scent Marketing for Restaurants in Hospitals

Many hospitals now have cafeterias or dining areas for patients, visitors, and staff. Using fragrance solutions for restaurants, hospitals can create appetizing and welcoming environments that:

Neutralize kitchen odors.

Enhance the dining experience with fresh and inviting aromas.

Fragrance Solutions for Showrooms and Wellness Centers

Hospitals often have wellness centers or medical showrooms. Fragrance solutions for showrooms can enhance these spaces by:

Creating a luxurious atmosphere that aligns with the hospital’s brand.

Encouraging patients to explore wellness products or services in a relaxed environment.

Why Work with Professionals for Scent Marketing?

To implement an effective strategy, hospitals must partner with experts in scent marketing for healthcare. Companies like Wikka Fragrances offer tailored solutions that align with a hospital’s goals and values.

Custom Fragrance Solutions: Develop signature scents that reflect your hospital’s identity and mission.

Advanced Technology: Use state-of-the-art fragrance machines and diffusers for consistent scent delivery.

Expert Guidance: Access professional insights on how scents can enhance the healing process and improve the overall ambiance.

The Role of Essential Oils and Hydrocarbons in Scent Marketing

Natural elements like essential oils and hydrocarbons play a significant role in scent marketing for healthcare. These eco-friendly, sustainable solutions are ideal for hospitals that prioritize safety and wellness. For example:

Eucalyptus helps purify the air and promotes relaxation.

Lavender reduces stress and fosters a sense of calm.

Peppermint invigorates and energizes staff during long shifts.

Conclusion

Scent marketing for hospitals is more than just a way to enhance the atmosphere—it’s a transformative tool that impacts the emotional and psychological well-being of everyone who steps inside. From improving patient satisfaction to creating a stress-free environment for visitors and staff, scent marketing is reshaping how healthcare facilities are perceived.

By leveraging scent marketing solutions and incorporating natural elements like essential oils and hydrocarbons, hospitals can elevate their spaces and make them more welcoming, comforting, and memorable. Additionally, extending scent marketing to dining areas and wellness showrooms ensures that every corner of the hospital feels cohesive and aligned with the mission of care and healing.

Partnering with a professional company like Wikka Fragrances ensures tailored strategies, advanced technology, and expert support in creating the perfect scent for your hospital. Embrace the power of scent to redefine the healthcare experience and transform your hospital into a space of true healing and comfort.

[dansar04]

Diplomatic Ties part 513: Shibumi.

Jacket from Zegna, Thom Browne shirt, tie from Shibumi, Borrelli ps, trousers from Canali, Mano shoes and shades from Garrett Leight. Scent: Mona di Orio Four Thieves.

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[uniqperfume]

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Sense of oudh

[slasheru]

(narrator voice) It Was Hex

[xtra7s]

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Synopsis: Billie had a bad day at an event and decided to let off some steam on Y/N.

Content: dom!billie, sub!r, strap-on, bil referred to the strap as her dick, fingering, aggressive sex, AFTERCAREEEE<3333

Word Count: 2.2k

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Billie walked into her house and slammed the door, throwing her keys on the side table and rushing her shoes off.

She stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the day sink in, her mind still replaying the endless stream of demands from her boss. The stress had become suffocating lately, squeezing the joy out of every waking moment. With a sigh, she made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. As the velvety liquid embraced her taste buds, a sense of calm washed over her.

Lost in her thoughts, Billie's gaze wandered outside, where the sun cast its final rays upon the world. A glimmer of nostalgia flickered within her as she remembered her childhood days spent chasing fireflies beneath these very trees. Their gentle glow had always been a source of comfort, a reminder that magic existed even in the darkest nights.

Driven by a sudden impulse, Billie set down her glass and stepped out onto her porch. The air was still and carried a fragrance of wildflowers that danced with the evening breeze.

Y/N walks out behind Billie, wrapping her arms around Billie, and places her head on her neck. "rough day?" Y/N murmured, holding Billie while keeping her eyes on the scenery in front of her.

Billie leaned into Y/N's embrace, finding solace in the warmth of their touch. She sighed, her tension slowly melting away in the safety of their arms. With her eyes still fixed on the horizon, she nodded softly.

"Yeah," Billie whispered, her voice tinged with weariness. "Just one of those days where everything feels like it's closing in on me."

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of Billie's neck, their lips brushing against the soft curve of skin. "I'm here for you," they murmured, their words carrying a soothing reassurance that washed over Billie like a balm.

A soft smile played on Billie's lips as she turned to face Y/N. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, she found an unspoken understanding that bespoke a love deeper than any words could convey. With a surge of gratitude, she wrapped her arms around Y/N, holding them tightly.

Billie grabbed Y/N's waist softly, kissing her gently. Billie grabs Y/N's hand and leads her inside to their bedroom, sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N onto her lap.

Y/N straddled Billie's lap, their bodies melding together in an intimate embrace. Their kisses grew deeper, fueled by a hunger born from the desire to escape the weight of the world outside those four walls. In this sacred space, they could surrender to the love that bound them, seeking solace in each other's arms.

As their clothes fell away, piece by piece, the room filled with their shared gasps and sighs. Skin met skin, igniting a fire that burned away the remnants of stress and exhaustion. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and tenderness. With every touch, they whispered promises of love and devotion, building a sanctuary of pleasure where they could both find refuge.

Time became irrelevant as they lost themselves in this sacred union. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, mapping out the secret places that held untold pleasure. Soft moans mingled with gentle laughter as they reveled in the joy of their connection.

Billie held Y/N as she brought a hand down to Y/N's pussy, teasing her while kissing and sucking on Y/N's neck. Her fingers glided over the soft skin, barely touching the wet folds of her desire. Y/N let out a soft moan as Billie's other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The heat from Y/N's body seemed to radiate through her hand, fueling the passion that was building between them.

Y/N gripped her hand tighter, their eyes locked in an intense stare as the tension between them reached a fever pitch.

Billie's movements became more insistent as she continued to tease Y/N, her fingers lightly grazing her clit before pulling away just as she was about to find relief. Y/N let out a cry, her hips bucking against Billie's hand.

As Billie continued to tease Y/N, their breathing became ragged and their bodies began to tremble with anticipation. With a sudden shift, Billie flipped Y/N onto her back, hovering over her with a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked up at the beautiful woman above her, filled with a mixture of desire and surrender. Billie leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a heated kiss as her hands roamed over every inch of Y/N's body.

Her fingers danced along Y/N's skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She kissed down Y/N's neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin as she made her way to her chest. She took one perky nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before giving it a gentle bite.

Y/N moaned in pleasure, arching her back and pushing herself closer to Billie. Her hands tangled in Billie's hair as she guided her mouth to the other breast, wanting to feel that same sensation again.

Billie obliged, giving equal attention to each nipple until they were both swollen and sensitive. But she wasn't satisfied yet. Her hand trailed lower down Y/N's body until it reached the apex of her thighs.

She could feel how wet and ready Y/N was for her, and it only fueled her own desire. With a teasing touch, she slid one finger between Y/N's folds, earning a gasp from the woman beneath her.

But just as quickly as she had started, Billie pulled away with a playful smirk on her face. "Not yet," she whispered huskily before leaning back down to capture Y/N's lips once more.

Y/N whimpered in frustration but also felt herself becoming even more turned on by Billie's teasing game. She couldn't wait any longer – she needed release.

Billie slipped a finger into Y/N, her thumb expertly finding Y/N's clit and rubbing small circles that made Y/N's back arch at the contact. She left more marks littered on Y/N's neck, marking her territory as she continued to pleasure the woman beneath her.

Y/N moaned out in pleasure, her hands gripping onto Billie's back as she urged her to continue. Billie gladly obliged, increasing the speed of her movements and adding another finger inside of Y/N.

The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room along with their heavy breathing. The tension between them was thick and palpable, each touch and kiss sending shockwaves through their bodies.

As Billie continued to create a rhythm inside of Y/N, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge as well. But she held back, wanting to give Y/N all the pleasure first.

Y/N's moans became louder and more desperate, each one fueling Billie's desire even further. She added a third finger, making sure to hit all the right spots inside of Y/N.

And finally, with one final thrust of her fingers and a flick of her thumb, Y/N came undone beneath Billie. Her body shook with pleasure as she cried out Billie's name over and over again.

But instead of stopping there, Billie kept going – prolonging Y/N's orgasm as long as possible until she couldn't take it anymore. Then with one last kiss, she pulled away from Y/N not yet satisfied with how ruined Y/N is.

With a demanding but soft voice, Billie told Y/N to stay. Y/N couldn't help but obey, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm that Billie had just given her.

Billie walked over to her dresser and pulled out her strap-on. She attached it to her waist and walked back over to Y/N slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She could see the desire and need in Y/N's eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to fulfill every single one of those desires.

Billie climbed onto the bed, hovering over Y/N as she ran the tip of the strap on along Y/N's inner thighs. She could feel how slick and wet Y/N was already, making her own arousal grow even more.

Y/N whimpered at the teasing touch, wanting nothing more than for Billie to just take her already. But she knew that Billie loved to tease, and she loved it just as much.

Finally, Billie couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed Y/N's legs roughly, pulling Y/N's body closer to hers as she positioned herself between her legs.

Without warning, she drove the strap-on into Y/N's pussy with a force that made both of them gasp out in pleasure.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room along with their moans of pleasure. Each thrust brings them closer to their own release.

"Your pussy is taking my dick so fucking good mama" The words came out as a desperate gasp, tinged with a hint of primal pleasure. Billie's lips were hot against the soft skin of Y/N's thighs, biting down roughly as she lost herself in the intense sensation of their bodies moving together.

Every thrust was met with equal force, their passion building to a fever pitch as they surrendered to their desires. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, intensifying the raw intensity of their connection. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the overwhelming pleasure that consumed them both.

Billie could feel herself getting lost in the sensations and in the way that Y/N's body responded to hers. She gripped Y/N's hips tightly as she increased her pace, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

But soon enough, they both reached their climax – crying out each other's names as they rode out wave after wave of pleasure together.

Gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed onto the bed in a tangled mess. Billie's heart raced as she turned towards Y/N, pressing kisses along her neck and jaw, savoring the taste of her skin. With a satisfied sigh, Billie removed the strap from her harness and placed it on the bedside table, making a mental note to clean it later. "You did amazing, baby," she murmured against Y/N's lips, showering them with soft kisses.

As she stood up to grab a towel, Billie couldn't help but admire Y/N's flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. She grabbed a towel and began to wipe down both of their bodies, taking care not to miss a single spot. After slipping into a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt, Billie gently lifted Y/N's legs and pressed kisses to her ankles before sliding a pair of underwear onto her limbs with tenderness and care.

After cleaning up and dressing Y/N in comfortable panties, Billie couldn't help but admire how beautiful Y/N looked, even in the dimly lit room. She gently brushed a lock of hair out of Y/N's face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Lean up for me please, mama," she mumbled under her breath as she helped Y/N sit up against the headboard. She slipped a shirt over Y/N's head, smiling at how cute she looked in Billie's clothing.

"There you go," Billie said with a satisfied smile as she handed Y/N her glass of water. "Drink up, mama. And go piss please."

Y/N nodded gratefully and took a sip of the water before setting it back on the bedside table. Billie then proceeded to turn off all the lights in the house, making sure everything was secure before returning to bed.

With a soft smile on her lips, Y/N stands up from the bed and walks to the bathroom. As she reaches the door, Billie returns from the kitchen, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Go piss girl," she spoke loudly, causing Y/N to stifle a giggle before entering the bathroom.

Y/N lets out a content sigh as she relieves herself, enjoying the quiet solitude of the small room. She can hear Billie's voice outside of the bathroom, Y/N notices that she's sitting against the doorframe waiting for Y/N. As they continue their conversation, the sound of running water providing a peaceful background noise.

After washing her hands and messing with her hair, Y/N walks out of the bathroom to see Billie waiting for her with a warm smile. The soft glow of light from the living room casts shadows on her face, making her look almost ethereal.

Y/N smiled and scrunched her nose up at Billie, flopping back into bed and pulling the blankets up to her face as she looked at Billie.

She crawled under the covers and pulled Y/N into her arms, letting out a content sigh as she nuzzled her nose against Y/N's neck. "You know I love you right?" She whispered into Y/N's ear.

Y/N turned around to face her with a sleepy smile. "I love you too, Billie," they replied before snuggling closer into Billie's embrace.

The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Despite all the chaos and stress that came with being musicians, this was their safe haven – where nothing else mattered except for their love for each other.

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𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

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One Month Later

Rook's familiar form appeared on the stairs, stockinged feet skipping downwards as she hurried towards the door.

Even through the dusty glass, he could tell she looked divine, and when her bright smile lit up her face and she opened the door for him, her loveliness increased tenfold.

"Damn you clean up nice, don't you?" She practically dragged him inside and looked him over head-to-toe as if he was a particularly tempting Wintersend sweet she was having difficulty resisting. She slipped her hands under the lapels of his favourite wool suit - material a bespoke dark teal, single breasted, and not merely tailored to fit, but entirely custom made. She embraced him tightly with the sort of relieved gratitude that might belong to someone who hadn't seen him for a week instead, never mind the single day it had been. "I mean when you think about it, I guess you've just swapped one suit out for another, but I like this... it's nice seeing you in formalwear that isn't black for a change."

Pulling away, she smiled up at him. She smelled of vanilla and cinnamon - warmth and luxury that might have come across as sophisticated and extravagant if not for the unmistakable hint of citrus that trailed the base notes of the fragrance - it was the subtle bergamot and bitter orange punctuating the scent that kept it flirtatious and carefree where it might have otherwise been stuffy and predictable: it suited Rook perfectly - which was why he had purchased it for her when she became enamoured by a sample she'd come across weeks earlier. When she immediately balked at the price tag, supplying that anything that cost more than $60 per bottle was a pointless luxury, Emmrich only smiled indulgently at her and insisted it was no trouble on his part.

She soon revisited her definition of 'pointless luxury' shortly after unboxing the bottle of perfume when they returned to his house and she dabbed it on her pulse-points. The remainder of the afternoon saw her swanning around his home like she was Orlesian nobility: it clearly made her feel good - made her feel beautiful and empowered.

He wanted her to feel like that always.

"So glad that you think so, darling," his hand drifted down her bare arm from her shoulder as he enjoyed the sight of her attire for the evening as well. "And you are entirely breathtaking - though that comes as no surprise."

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” She started up the stairs and Emmrich trailed behind, watching the hypnotizing shift of her gorgeous ass that was concealed under the tight material of the little black cocktail dress she wore - also courtesy of his credit card: she said she needed a new dress for the party, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave her to shoulder yet another financial burden during the time of year that was extremely costly for many people already.

“I speak only the truth, dear.”

It’s the right thing to do, he’d told himself at the time. It’s what anyone would do for their significant other if they had the means.

It certainly wasn’t born of a neurotic compulsion to hold her interest and prove himself: I’m safe, see? Stable, see? You need not want for anything with me, for I will give you the world and then some: jackets, dresses, designer shoes - orgasms - the 10 karat ruby and diamond necklace currently burning a hole in my pocket… please be my last love - please be the one…

Closing the door behind them, she breezed past Emmrich, her redolent perfume following in her wake. “Wine?” She asked, holding up her own half-empty glass of something red and cheap that probably tasted like grape jam.

“No thank you, darling. I’ll have something to drink when we get to the party.”

Rook nodded and passed him again, bringing her wine with her to the bathroom where she had clearly been finishing up with her hair when he arrived.

Emmrich watched, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom door, entranced by Rook as she resumed her routine.

He was quite certain he loved her.

But when to tell her that? When would be the best time to say the thing that could not be unsaid if her reaction was unfavourable?

She misted a bit of hairspray into the strands of hair that framed her face, then wrapped one of them around the barrel of her curling iron, standing on her tip-toes and leaning over the sink to closely inspect her makeup in the mirror.

He could tell her now - slip it into casual conversation with all the aloof nonchalance that he might use to remark on the shade and texture of the carpet beneath his feet.

She would look over her arm at him, curling iron still pressed to her head, and she’d laugh dismissively and ask if he’d been drinking before he came over. Then she'd shake her head before looking back at her reflection, thereby granting him absolution for his errant slip of the tongue.

“The Legendary Pink Dots, hm?” He observed instead, noting Rook’s choice of music that was issuing from the living room.

“Yeah. Been listening to them a bit more lately. I knew of them before, but finding that t-shirt in your drawer last month got me to thinking I should check out more of their stuff.” She unfurled the loose spiral of black hair from the curling iron and began twirling the hair on the other side of her head around it. The rest of her hair was pinned up in a simple but classy bun. “They’re good - super chill but like… still moody and somehow… kinda prog-y if you know what I mean?”

“Edward Ka-Spel and Phil Knight tapped into something quite unique when they got together. Which album are you enjoying the most?”

Rook sipped her wine, tipped her chin downwards and batted her lashes at herself in a way that served to remind Emmrich once again that - yes, you are certifiably mad about her.

“I mean… have you seen their discography? There are so many albums! I’m still working my way through, but right now it’s a toss up between Asylum and The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse with Apocalypse being slightly in the lead because ‘Just A Lifetime’ is a fucking banger.”

She set down the curling iron and unplugged it, squinting as she misted her hair with one more coat of hairspray.

“Just A Lifetime is particularly memorable,” he agreed.

“How much time do we have before we need to go?”

Emmrich lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. “About fifteen minutes. Both Elijah and Becks are on the way into downtown, so it won’t take long from here.”

“Perfect.” She slipped by him again, her hand flat against his stomach as she imparted unto him a passing smooch on the way to her bedroom.

Every year Emmrich made himself available to carpool to the Wintersend dinner so folks that weren't driving didn’t have to find their own way there - they were responsible for their transportation home at the end of the night, but he was happy to provide a lift to the party to his colleagues.

This year, it presented a convenient excuse for he and Rook to arrive together: there couldn’t possibly be anything going on between them if she was just one more McDermott & Rafferty employee who had taken him up on a ride to the dinner, right?

A month into their relationship, they had managed to maintain discretion at work despite the challenges that presented themselves. For the most part they had both managed to maintain a facade of polite professionalism, trotted out in the form of cordial inquiries after each other’s weekends, banal small talk, and the courteous offer to top up the other’s coffee if one was going down to the staff room for a refill.

Of course, beneath all of that - and out of the view of their colleagues - were uncountable lingering glances veiled with anything from lust to admiration; there were carefully stolen touches - fleeting moments briefer than a second where Emmrich would sidle in behind her at her desk to reach for something in one of the cupboards, and his fingers would skitter over her shoulder as if to say ‘mind your head’ when he opened the door, even though there was no risk of it hitting her.

Sometimes their resolve wavered entirely, and they gambled on the electrifying risk of a long, slow, sweet kiss hidden in plain sight in an arrangement office when they knew they were unlikely to be interrupted.

Nobody thought anything of her leaving with him on the days they worked together: driving lessons had been the excuse since the beginning, and no one had any reason to suspect otherwise: if anyone was going to spend his spare time helping a coworker practice driving, it was Emmrich Volkarin.

But it couldn’t last forever - they both knew that. There would eventually come a time when it was no longer practical to continue their relationship in private, and something insistent and annoying in the back of Emmrich’s mind told him that time was coming soon: perhaps after the holidays, they had decided when it had been briefly mentioned by Rook a couple of weeks earlier.

Rook unboxed the brand new, metallic gold pointed toe stilettos (again, his doing) she’d stashed in her closet. Whisking the balled up tissue paper out of the toes, she slipped her feet into them and struck a pose for him, hitting a wide stance and resting her hands on her hips, chin tilted upwards, face endearingly haughty as she pouted like a bratty supermodel.

“Radiant,” Emmrich declared reverently - for she was: tattooed, foul-mouthed, plonk-loving and imperfect. A vision of beautiful flaws with hair dyed a shade of black that came from a supermarket aisle and could never be mistaken for natural, with ochre nicotine stains shading the insides of her index and middle finger. Her makeup was heavy and aggressive, blacks and reds contrasting sharply against pale, pale skin like war-paint. She was intense, obtuse, and defiant from top to bottom, but so, so alluring…

“One final thing to bring it all together, I think…” he crossed the room and stood before her, a humble supplicant granted a rare audience with a goddess to render unto her an offering in exchange for her benign favour… her boon… perhaps even her love…

Grey eyes flitted to the rectangular black velvet box he held between them. “Seriously?”

“I couldn’t help but notice that you possess very little gold - that’s said to be bad luck."

“Well that certainly explains a lot,” Rook quirked an eyebrow and lifted the box from his fingers.

“I would be terribly remiss if I didn’t do something about it,” he said, delighting in the rounding of her eyes when she flipped the lid open to see the elegant necklace for the first time. “Do you like it, darling? It’s important that you like it, you see - if you don’t like it then you’ll never wear it—”

“I love it!”

One word off. So close…

“Help me put it on?” Her face might have broken if she smiled any wider, and she pushed the box back into his hands, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to grab him by the lapels and crush her mouth against his.

“Mhmph!” He acquiesced around her tongue, distantly aware that he was going to have to scrub half of her lipstick off of his face before they picked anybody up because its presence would almost certainly raise questions… and eyebrows. A thin strand of saliva snapped between them when they parted and she settled herself on the chintzy red and gold paisley chair at her vanity, happy as anything.

“Mmmm... I feel like Rose in ‘Titanic’ except the dude putting a fancy necklace on me isn’t a massive prick,” she beamed, fingers tip-tapping excitedly against the scuffed wooden surface of the vanity as Emmrich - beaming as well - fastened the elegant and simple chain at the back of her neck. As hoped, the rectangular ruby, horizontally set across the thin gold chain was complimented by her pale complexion and the black and grey inks that lingered a few inches from it. A couple of inches up the chain, sat a single round cut diamond, lending a contemporary asymmetrical quality to the piece: it was unique and original, but not tacky or tasteless… much like Rook.

“Thank you, Emmrich,” she said, rising from the chair. “It’s honestly the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.” Her fingers ran over the surface of the chain as if making sure it hadn’t vanished when she looked away from her reflection. “Thank you for all of this,” she motioned at herself. “I… I know you want to do it, but I feel like I have to tell you that you don’t have to—”

He silenced her fussing when he pulled her against him and surprised her with a kiss this time.

That appeared to be the excuse she needed, because before he could stop her - citing the fact that they needed to leave imminently to pick up Elijah and Becks - Rook had stripped his jacket down his arms and undone his belt buckle.

Whilst he was babbling something about needing to warm up the car, Rook dropped to her knees and fished his cock out of his underwear, wrapping her lips around it with brazen confidence that made his knees wobble and forced him to grip the back of the vanity chair.

It was sloppy. It was rude. It was wet and a bit trashy. The other half of her lipstick that she hadn’t baptized his face with was now smeared all over his cock, bright red and streaky.

He couldn’t help the embarrassingly ragged groan that ripped out of him when she swallowed around him, hollowing her cheeks and massaging the throbbing underside of him with her tongue.

“D-darling!” He panted, “You really don’t need to… mustn’t think that - that I… expect you to - we ought t-to be going, you see - I w-would hate to ruin your m-uh-makeup—”

He popped out of her mouth, lewd… vulgar… mind-numbingly erotic - and she looked up at him from the floor, the tip of his dick resting against her chin as she breathed, “Yes, we ought to hurry.” She shot to her feet and hiked her skirt up over her hips, bending over the back of the grotesque little chair and pushing her arse into the air. “I need you to fuck me.”

He could have made some excuse about time: about dreading being late - about worrying they’d smell of sex and sweat... about anything really, but as he stared at the pale round ass before him and the garters that ran down the legs attached to it, he discovered that he didn’t feel particularly moved to pass this up.

“Very well,” he purred, one hand drifting to her hip, the other towards her nightstand where the condoms were kept.

“Wait–” she said when she realized what he was going for. “I… I wanna feel you,” she explained. “All of you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“My - uh… I have an IUD, remember?” She offered - he must have looked hesitant. “But if you’re not comfortable—” she blurted, seeming less confident suddenly. “— we can… w-we don’t have to—”

Shivering at what this meant - the unavoidable implication of such intimacy - he shushed her gently, drawing his hand back from the drawer to cup a handful of her ass, kneading the soft flesh and nuzzling into her hair, careful not to mess it up or take his eye out on a bobby pin. He pressed up against her, his leaking cock resting on the curve of her rear, leaving a glistening trail of precum on her skin.

“You’re sure, darling?” He whispered, willing his voice steady.

“Maker’s tits - yes. I’m not sleeping around with anyone else, are you?”

“Of course not!” The question had been rhetorical, but he couldn’t keep the hint of indignation from his tone.

Never. Never anyone else. Never again, if he had his way…

“Then let’s goooo!” She whined. “I can only get so wet.”

He imparted a soft smack to the ass cheek he’d been massaging in response to the snarky comment, causing Rook's breath to catch in her throat. “I would have it such that you were wetter still if we had the time, but you make it so difficult to say no to you, my sweet, lovely Rook…” he felt her shiver at his words, and he reached down to slip aside the flimsy little wisp of fabric that was covering her cunt - one of those seamless undergarments that professed to do away with unsightly lines and lumps.

He guided himself between her legs, feeling a shiver of his own when - for the first time - he felt the unimpeded heat and slickness of her against the head of his cock as he swept through her folds, breaching the tight, inviting entrance that awaited him.

Rook emitted a small hiss as he eased inside, and he heard a tentative ‘oh’ pass his own lips as he felt every euphoric inch of her walls - every ridge and valley, clenching and pressing around him until he was fully seated within her.

To hell with the dinner - he’d been to all twenty-seven iterations of the annual Wintersend soirée since he started at McDermott & Rafferty, and all twenty-seven were more of the same: a glorified staff meeting where everyone was too nervous to properly enjoy themselves, lest they offend a Rafferty and find themselves surrendering their tie and name tag Monday morning.

This was what really mattered - she was what really mattered - and being buried in her unyielding warmth… Rook’s perfect, accepting, fascinating warmth…

She squirmed against him, sending a jolt of sensation through his cock that dragged him back to the present.

“Fuck me you feel good, Emmrich…” she groaned, thrusting against him shallowly - not enough to make him blow his top, but enough to cause his fingers to tighten into the sleek fabric of her dress over her hips.

He met her next thrust, driving a rich moan from her, palming a breast through the fabric of her dress and squeezing. “So do you, darling…”

He wished he had something more romantic to say, but as her fingernails scraped into the textured paisley of the chair and she bounced on his cock, that incredible perfume wafting around them, he found that words failed him for the first time in his life, thoughts replaced with only her and the dawning realization that she felt too good: he was going to cum. Oh - he was going to cum soon…

“Rook…” he rasped, trying to slow her frantic, needy pace, certain his cock had never felt harder than it was in that moment. “Rook - ah - w-where—?”

She placed her hand over his, leaving indents in the backs of his fingers where her nails dug in, “Inside me,” she panted, not missing a beat - not hesitating at all. “Ohhh fuck… please cum in me, Emmrich…”

More beautiful words had never been spoken, written, or imagined: the art of the world’s greatest and most famous writers and poets was reduced to the low-brow pandering of the purple smutty drek peddled in drugstores and airports when compared to Rook's intensely evocative phrase. And well… since she asked so very nicely…

One more stroke of her perfect cunt was all it took to send him over the edge. He felt his dick twitch against her walls, and then the rhythmic pulsation of release as he spilled deep inside of her, the warmth and weight of his semen mingling with her own sweet secretions as she tightened around him.

He sagged against her back, rubbing her hip soothingly, trailing kisses up her neck, thanking her, praising her - worshipping her, and when the throes of her own orgasm subsided, she slipped off of him and turned around.

She reached between her legs and collected a thick bead of his spend that had begun migrating down the inside of her thigh with her fingertip. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when she laved her tongue over that finger while wearing the coy expression of one indulging in a wayward dollop of icing left behind after decorating a cake.

‘I love you!’ He wanted to scream, shattering the quiet sensuality of the moment. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her, staring down into her face as he raved. ‘I love you, Rook! Do you love me back? I beg you - please don’t leave me like this - I simply must know!’

However, that was not an appropriate way to comport oneself and would surely frighten the poor thing out of his arms forever. So Emmrich did the next best thing: he put his dick away, kissed Rook so passionately he was sure he felt her sway against him slightly, and then offered her his silk pocket square to save her the awkwardness of hobbling to the bathroom to clean up.

They were going to be late, and for once, Emmrich couldn’t care less.

[ashstfu]

Hi ash, my friend's 21st birthday is soon, we've known each other our whole life and I honestly can't think of what to gift her anymore, I still wanna stand out and I don't wanna give her something i already got her before or something someone else will get her, I thought you probably give sophisticated and unique gifts to others and here I am asking for your help, please

hi babe! first of all, i love that you’re thinking this through :) giving a memorable gift is truly an art. since you’ve known her ur whole life, you probably know her tastes better than anyone so lean into that intimacy. i’d go for something that reflects your history together or a shared experience, like a personalized vintage piece or something artisanal and rare. a beautiful leather journal with her initials embossed, a bespoke fragrance consultation or maybe even a curated experience.. like a weekend getaway or a wine tasting reservation. something that screams elevated and meaningful. avoid the generic, go for something personal and timeless. i know you’ll nail it. mwah!!

[depraveddame]

Tempt, my omegaverse glory hole fic, is now posted!

It was inevitable, perhaps, that I’d dip my toes into omegaverse- I’m easily squicked by a lot of common omegaverse elements, so I’ve changed a lot of typical tropes in order to create more of what I have been referring to as my ‘hedonismverse’- a modern day omegaverse that's evolved as far as sex and pleasure with little to no emphasis on reproduction. No angst for once 😂 everyone is happy, healthy, and horny as fuck.

Some CWs: omegaverse, alpha Aziraphale, omega Crowley, D/s, glory hole, oral knotting, wet & messy, praise/degradation/humiliation, implied open relationships/non monogamy, scent kink, boot grinding - please read the rest of the tags on AO3 for more!

Excerpt:

His companion smells fucking divine— Crowley’s mouth waters like a slutty fountain as he breathes in deeply and takes in the fragrance of dark, sweet cocoa that’s spiked with cayenne pepper and something jammy on the end, like a lush, full bodied red wine of some sort, blackberries or currants crushed in a glass that’s been stained with the blood of its juice and doused in the tannic kiss of wine and chocolate. It’s all wrapped in the heady scent of want, it’s cloaked by the musky, smoky quality of alpha pheromones and the clear, overarching note of I’m going to ruin you, omega, and you’ll thank me for it.

And Crowley will— he most certainly, certainly will.

The shoes finally make their way to stand in front of the wall between them, and the open space beneath shows Crowley black leather and grey tartan tweed balmoral boots— they’re expensive and beautiful, undoubtedly bespoke, and his tongue itches with the desire to slide along the contour of their toes.

“I—” there’s a beat before the alpha continues, and the hesitation of an internal conflict registers in Crowley’s sensitive ears, “forgive me, I don’t wish to assume or offend, but I must ask— you’re here of your own volition, am I correct? You’re not being…coerced in any way, to be here, yes?”

Even his voice is delicious, Crowley thinks before he registers he’s being asked a question, and his brow furrows. He’d just been about to beg for this stranger to please get on with it and fuck his mouth, but the hint of nervousness that permeates the arousal in the room has him pausing— for the first time, he picks up on the smell of old, well worn leather, and maybe something earthy and woodsy— perhaps paper.

Books.

“First time at an upscale sex club?” Crowley asks loftily, a little incredulous. It would be very unlikely for someone inexperienced in the scene to be accepted for membership here, but it could happen, he supposes, with the right sway.

There’s a slight, huffy scoff that borders on irritated above him.

“First time at this particular establishment, yes,” the voice continues, and Crowley would categorize its tone as lightly irked as well as anxious, “and while things have improved exponentially within the last two decades or so for such things, I know you’re an omega, and while this business seems extremely reputable thus far, you’ll have to indulge a jaded old alpha who has seen far too many of your gender forced into similar situations they’d rather not be in.”

Crowley sits stunned for a few seconds, nonplussed, as he considers the alpha’s speech.

I hope you’ll enjoy this slutty and smutty fic!

@goodomensafterdark

[abhishekomg]

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