#and before you ask i do not know if olive oil or coconut oil or mineral oil etc etc will work the same

[3liza]

washington state is one of the pesticide-resistant head lice hotspots and has been for a long time so my entire family, all my friends, and everyone i knew from age 6-50 just went through a lice reinfection cycle like ten times over the course of about three years in the late 90s-early 2000s and none of the Known Facts about louse infestation had any bearing whatsoever on how it went down.

OTC treatments didnt work, the lice were very obviously transferring between people through casual, non-scalp-temperature contact and on surfaces, between people who were not sharing beds, hats, hair implements, etc. my best guess is they're not studying wild-type lice in labs and are using isolated lab strains to test shit, and of course the "you didnt follow treatment instructions" excuse is universal, but not sending a child home for at least several days to deal with combing and washing clothing is insane to me. that's how you get permanent classroom lice.

the OTC pesticides just don't work anymore for most infestations in the USA, they're reliant entirely on physically combing through a fussy child's entire scalp and hair length with what amounts to a flea comb, which hurts, particularly if the kid has any hair texture whatsoever. i have no idea how a parent is supposed to drop everything and treat an infested household (it's everyone, if one person in the house has it, everyone has it or will have it) in their 2 free hours between 3pm and 7am the next morning, but every time an infected child goes back to that classroom they will get more lice and leave more lice, like one of those penny jars at checkout.

this continued for us until i heard something about mayonnaise, decided that sounded gross but that the principle (physically smothering the lice to death while making the hair easier to comb) seemed fine, and gave everyone the vaseline treatment, which also prevented any additional lice from starting a life cycle over or hopping on and surviving, because it created a totally hostile environment for several weeks until the vaseline shampooed out.

they can survive 24 hours off a human host, thats plenty of time to fall onto a desk, chair, hat, or hairbrush and then transfer to someone else.

[turbulentscrawl]

Since the topic of body hcs and body hair hcs overall...may I ask what do you think survivors smell like? I've seen some people differ and I just wanna know your thoughts ;w;

Also, we've gotta be honest. They *will* stink at times, specially after matches. But hey that's only but natural so *shrugs*.

They definitely smell more distinct than I think we'd be used to in general, yeah. And I DON'T think most of them smell unique enough to say how they're different from others, specifically, but there are a few things to consider, if we're looking at it a little more realistically:

More regular cleanliness was becoming normal in the 1800s, when most of the survivors were from, but the actual frequency of bathing varied by class and career. Showering daily still was not common until the 1900s, though. Even without any concerns about water supply in the manor, I would imagine most of them average a full clean-up maybe twice a week? A little more for those who get into actual filth on their days off. (looking at Emma, since she digs in the dirt and spend a lot of time outside.)

Deodorent was not invented until 1888, and didn't become popular until the 1930s or so. And most early deodorents didn't come with much in the way of additional scents, rather they just killed bacteria that caused excess body odors. Most of the people in the manor would not have used this, except perhaps the latest arrivals like Frederick and Alice. Instead, before deodorant, people took steps like shaving their underarms to prevent more sweat and bad scents, and used products like perfume and talcum powder to freshen up and get rid of odors.

Fancier soaps were around in the 1800s, but were used sparingly and economically. The lower class especially would have made their own ashen lye soap to bathe and wash their clothes. (Which, if you've never smelled unscented lye soap, is not pleasant to the nose imo. It's a bit of a pungent chemical smell, mixed with the scent of whatever the soap base was, which was usually lard and olive oil.) More expensive soaps could have been made from things like almond oil, coconut oil, or goat's milk, plus herbs or extracts for something much better smelling.

There's not a ton of hard labor to do in the manor, which would keep some people from working up so much of a sweat, but there's not likely an AC there. On the plus side, I don't imagine there's too much weather fluctuation in the manor for the sake of keeping the passage of time as confusing as possible, which also means it's not getting too hot. Most of the temperature changes you experience would be on the maps. I also don't think a lot of the Hunters would sweat! Any of those who have been dead and were brought back probably don't perspire anymore, though they may have the slightest hint of something off about them.

In short...yeah there's definitely more BO than we're used to in most modern settings. Most of the people in the manor are going to smell pretty natural--which won't always be offensive to the nose, mind you, since they say the smell of someone who's right for you will smell GOOD--plus some talcum/baby power or perfume scents to 'soften the blow' a bit. (Though it wasn't really in fashion to DROWN yourself in perfume by most of these peoples' time, so I think only a few people might lay it on too thick. Mary or Vera, for instance.)

And some people probably maintain very small scent hints about their professions or lives before the manor, just to distinguish them up close. Luchino has a touch of carbolic acid on his clothes, from sterilizing tools in the lab. Norton still smells of coal and minerals, just a touch. Victor smells a bit like sun-heated dog due to walking around outside all day with Wick, and Ithaqua like snowy pine trees from his years wandering and guarding winter woods. You get the idea.

I won't say who I think smells the worst or the best because that;s just too subjective--especially since I've revealed I don't like the smell of lye which is probably what most of them would have used LOL. But I'm definitely not one to say 'let's fully suspend our disbelief and say Naib smells freshly showered and uses Old Spice 😜'.

[kentokrazy]

nanami kento with a curly haired s/o!

a/n: my hair is 3a+b so this is mainly based off my experience with washing and styling! im going to make it as vague as possible to try and include other curl types and the process but i might get some stuff wrong im so sorry, i got taken away with this….

nanami kento x gn!reader

cw: hopefully none

seeing as most people in japan dont have curly hair, it would be something that did cause him to pay attention before you started dating

part of him wanted to ask to touch it, but he knew better once he heard you rant about some woman coming up to you and touching it without asking

before you spent the night together he *really* had no idea how high maintenance it is

the first night you spend the night he’s confused but curious about your bonnet, you tell him your favorites - if it has elastic bands, ties or is scrunched

(the next time you come over he has a few of your favorite ones under the sink, just in case)

you talk about satin bedsheets, how you want silk ones but they’re too expensive and when you come by to spend the night next time your side of the bed has a silk pillow case

he listens to you about all your different products, taking note of what you like about each one and what they do, if they make your hair too stiff, too heavy for your hair, doesn’t add enough moisture

he looks at all your oils, what they do and which ones, your hair grease, castor oil, etc.

you teach him about your homemade hair masks, keeping the house stalked with olive oil, coconut oil, avocado oil, jojoba, tea tree, whatever you use

the first few times you style it around him hes watching like a hawk, taking note of each step from exfoliating your scalp, parting your curls in half, parting it again and lathering it until your hands are way too foamy and dripping all over the tub, then he watches you detangle your hair with your fingers while you condition.

you tell him about how you used to sit with your mother and she’d do your hair, how most of the time it was a pain in the ass- having a tender head and her yanking your hair apart then threatening to hit you with the brush sometimes she did but but ultimately looking back now that you didn’t have it, you missed it. there’s a deep seated warmth that comes from the memories thats almost spiritual

after kento hears about that he starts doing his own research on how to help better

the next time you get to wash day around him he asks to help, and you’re hesitant but ultimately come around

he props your knees on a towel comfortable, rolls up his sweatpants and sits on the ledge one foot in the tub the other out

hes gentle with your hair, finally fully touching it and almost melts at the touch. your curls twist around his fingers and its hypnotizing, hes obsessed!

he parts your hair mimicking your movements he watched down to the muscle twitch

the massage he gives you while he washes your hair makes you feel like you’re in a salon

he rinses your hair out with gentle scrunches instead of your aggressive twisting and then scrunching

you almost stop him from detangling your hair but he’s so careful, if you get the slightest painful tug he’s rapid fire with apologizes and a massage

you walk him through each product and how much to put, he scrunches your hair and then carefully helps you flip your hair

then it comes to the twisting and suddenly you’re grateful he’s here because now your hair is split in half and he’s twisting one side and you’re doing the other

“you’d make a good stylist,” you had joked to which he responded “only for you.”

this becomes routine most times, there are other times where you just need to relax yourself, and he respects that

you’ll sometimes let him pull the curl very gently, if he wants to touch it, because he knows how much time it takes and his body will never be found if he tries to do more than that

everytime you get to wash day he’s secretly hoping you’ll let it go natural because anytime you do that means you don’t have plans of going out for the weekend and that he has free reign to play and touch with your hair

it feels nice so you let him

he massages your scalp, stares at the way your hair lengthens so much and then bounces back against your scalp

he loves how soft it is, how it’s like his own cloud, how you stand out from the crowd and it’s like ivy sprawling out, spring tree’s shining in the sun and how it makes you look so much more ethereal

he loves to massage oil in or grease your scalp, how you tilt your head back into his touch and the serene relaxation on your face

when you whine and complain about your bonnet falling off and say something along the lines of “i go to sleep with it on and wake up with it checking out at the store without me” he snorts so hard he splashes coffee all over himself

when you’re sleeping and he notices your bonnet slipping off, he’ll put it back on

when you straighten your hair, he doesn’t hate it per-say, but you do definitely notice that he seems less touchy with your hair even though you tell him its free game

once its back his eyes linger on your hair more, and it makes you feel fuzzy inside that he’s so enamored with your natural hair, especially since growing up it had been too much for other people, always in the way, always too much or a commodity for others to stare at and disrespect, but he just sees it as an extension of you and is enamored with it

if you get any protective styles like braids, locks, twists, cornrows, its like a kid in a christmas store. he’s staring any chance he gets (but his favorite will always be your natural) because he’s just so mesmerized and enthused about the different styles you do

when it’s time to take your braids out he gets to work, untwisting and cleaning up any strands you take out and end up on the floor

he has to hide his face when you’re humbled by the lack of growth because he knows he shouldn’t be laughing but each time you’re so earnest

i got too carried away

i wish i could just hire someone to wash my hair but at the same time don’t touch it

also my love language is acts of service so this is 100% just my self indulgence

[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover

Usopp was sitting at the table writing his letter to Kaya. He hadn't been able to pick her code name, stuck between buttercream and saffron, when Sanji came back from delivering snacks. He had been wondering why he had skipped him, but before he could bring himself to speak up about it, Sanji spoke.

“Usopp, do you want the special snack I promised you now or later?” Sanji asked.

“Now!” Usopp popped his head up from his letter to have something made special just for him! He was the only one who hadn't had anything special so far!

“Look what that old geezer sent me. It's my tin fish subcision,” Sanji placed a small open box on the table before taking a seat. “I know as a chef I could cook fresh fish, but these are not just from the east blue! They send you a curated box of four to five tins of fish from eatch sea, and the glandline isn't always included. So pick a tin, and we can try it together, and I'll make something from it,”

“I don't know anything about them, maybe tell me where thire from and then I'll pick,” Usopp didn't know much about different kinds of fish outside of the east blue.

“Sure!” Sanji eyes sparkled with excitement. “First we have from east blue a Markel in korma suace, west blue we have spicy muscles I know we have muscles here but these are a different species and are much larger and meater, south blue we have a coconut octopus in olive oil, the best olive oil comes from the south blue, and last we have Smoked herring from the north blue,”

“That one,” Usopp pointed to the herring it was the biggest tin after all. He wanted to get the most that he could out of the snack.

“Sure let's taste it first before deciding what to do,” Sanji put away the other tins. Usopp chose to look away from where the cook was hiding them. That way, he could deny ever seeing them if Luffy ever caught wind of their existence. “Here,” Sanji handed him chopsticks and opened the tin. “It should have a slight smokey taste and be flaky, “

Usopp tool the chopsticks and broke off a piece of the fish. It was good, of course, but he was more excited to see what Sanji would make.

“Hmm, I think I'll keep it simple and go with three different styles on top of crackers, sweet, spicy, and savory,” Sanji left the table, taking the tin with him. After rummaging around for he a bit, he came back with six large carkerks. “First the sweet, we have cloudberry jam,”

Usopp took the cracker and ate it. The sweetness and furitness from the jam worked well with the salty smoky fish.

“Next savory with banana peppers,”

Usopp ate the next one, “I like the Jam one better,” Not that he didn't like this one. “A little dry,”

“Mm your right. If I have cream cheese, I'd have added it, but this next one should be better. It has kimchi,”

“Qhats kimchi?” Usopp asked, taking a bite. “Mm it's good,” It was spicy, and Usopp liked spicy food.

“That Kimchi is cabbage, daikon radish and green onions, it's not very fremanted yet but still good, want some more kimchi?”

“Yes please,”

“Usopp, if you draw me more pictures of the crew with Mr. Noddles, we can keep doing this once a week. If Zeff keeps sending my subscription,”

“You've got a deal!” Usopp wanted to try the other fish.

“Hey, if you want you can borrow my fish book, I keep it in the kitchen so you can read it anytime you want,” Sanji offered him cleaning up thire snack while Usopp continued to eat the kimchi he had been served.

“Sure, the great capitan Usopp is an excellent fisherman! It couldn't hurt to know more about fish, I catch em and you cook em!” Usopp actually was a pretty decent fisherman if he did say so himself. Sanji chuckled and grinned, Usopp totally saw what Zoro saw in the blonde man. Wait, no! He didn't! He had Kaya back home!

[anime-kia]

You Can Do What?! (Part 1)

This is my gift to all of you. I'm gonna use one of my wash "day" routines though because some people have complicated routines and mines is very simple (and doesn't take a whole day) lol. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut

Relationship: Helpful Erik x Reader

Ah wash day... Great fun, right?

The night before, you prepped your hair with a homemade deep conditioner: Two tablespoons of coconut oil, one tablespoon of honey, one tablespoon of olive oil and half of a banana. For your scalp, you applied raw aloe vera and let it all sit underneath a plastic bag (which Erik laughed at you for) and your black satin bonnet. 

He always found a way to poke fun at your natural routine. 

Once you were too lazy to blend the banana out properly and you ended up with little banana seeds in your hair for almost two weeks. Then there was the time when you were upset and your rough hand caused aloe vera to break off into your hair. That took another two weeks to come out. He would either pluck them out and hold it up to your face while making a witty comment or he'd let you go out with the pieces in your hair if you were being stubborn. Erik being taller than you was both a blessing and a curse.

You woke up a little earlier to get wash day out of the way. You were hoping Erik would still be sleeping, but as you began shifting to get out of the bed, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in. 

"Where you going?" He asked into your neck. His voice wasn't as raspy as usual and you could smell fresh mint as he spoke, so you'd assumed he'd been awake for some time.

"Wash day." You responded, pointing to your bonnet which was halfway off of your head and the plastic bag underneath had untied itself at some point during the night.  

"Lemme help you." He said, placing a kiss against your neck.

"What? No." You chuckled, as he turned you around to be face to face with him. 

His eyes were serious, "Why not?"

"Cuz no one touches my hair but me."

"But what about that time you was taking your braids out. I helped." 

Your eyebrows raised, "Hell naw, you almost cut my hair!"

"But I didn't." He retaliates. "Come on bae, this is different."

You pull out of his grasp and get out of the bed, "Nah, you might use Nair in my hair instead of shampoo."

 He gets up and follows you to the bathroom, "I ain't dumb, baby girl. Besides, how you think I be maintaining my dreads?"

Your arms fold against your chest as you scoff, "You go to that expensive Nigerian hairdresser in the city." 

"Aight, but- I'm at your place almost everyday and you always doing something to your hair. You think I don't watch you sometimes?" 

You open the vanity and take out a denman brush and four hair ties. "Well, if you watch me so much then tell me what I'd be doing next?"

"You gonna wash that shit out ya hair." He shrugged. 

He wasn't completely wrong, but not completely right either. "Not co-"

He holds his hand up, "But, first you gonna put on your playlist- Lofi hip hop." His eyebrow raises, "Right?"

"...Right." You stood corrected.

Erik was always the type who took studying very seriously. Sure he'd goof around, but when it was time to have the knowledge and information, he could provide it, regardless if it was studying for tests or studying a person's behaviour. You were no exception, Erik knew you better than you knew yourself (is what you believed at times).

"So let me help you then. I hear you letting out these hefty ass sighs when you think I'm not around."

You roll your eyes, "That's cuz my arms get tired. Sighing helps."

"How bout you relax, let me help you so you don't gotta be sounding like Chewbacca." 

"Boy, fuck you." You shake your head, hiding a laugh.

"Shiiiid, we can do that later." He smirks with lustful eyes.

You slap his chest as you pass by him, turning on the shower. "You know what?" You exit the bathroom leaving him with a big smile on his face.

"What you doing now?" He asks, still chuckling.

When you come back, you're dressed in a pair of old shorts and sports bra. "So your horny ass doesn't get any ideas."

"Hold up, you was about to get naked?" 

"Yes, but I forgot your mind thinks about pussy ninety-nine point nine percent of the time." Before he could protest you stop him, "I'd rather not have nut in my hair." Your comment makes him burst into another fit of laughter.

"Well I ain't showering in my drawls." He says, stripping out of his clothes, his morning wood present.

You stare at him with disgust and point at the tent in his boxers, "This is what I'm talkin' about!"

"I swear I won't try nothing." 

You raise your eyebrow.

"I swear on T'Challa's life."

You frowned at him, "You almost killed him, Erik."

"But I didn't." He quips with a smirk.

"You're stupid." You shake your head and step into the shower, adjusting the temperature because it had gotten cold. He follows you in (naked) and let's you throw the plastic bag and bonnet out of the shower. His hands find their way around your hips, "If you try anything, I'll cut your dreads off in your sleep."

He lets go of you, "Damn girl, was it really that serious?"

"It's always that serious." You hand him your favourite shampoo and conditioner, "After you wash my deep conditioner out, use this."

"I know what I'm doing, (y/n)." He takes the top section of your hair, gently unraveling it from it's twist. 

"Uh-huh. We'll see about that."

He delicately rinses the section out, making sure to remove any banana seeds or aloe vera pieces (making a mental note to make fun of that later). He opens the bottle of shampoo, squeezing more than a dime size amount into his palm (because we all know that "dime-size" shit does not work) and works it into your hair starting from the ends, working his way up to your roots.

"Make sure you don't put it on my scalp though, becau-" You try to warn him, but he stops you.

"Baby." 

"What?"

"I know what I'm doing, I promise."

You sigh, "Alright. But if you try anything I swear to God-"

"Relax." He pats your bum, "I got this. Trust me." 

After he completes the section, he washes it out, getting all the suds out and grabs the conditioner. The water begins to get cold, so you adjust it again. He tells you to close your eyes, but you already did, even before the solution started to cascade down your forehead. He works the conditioner into your hair just like he did with the shampoo and twists it, attempting to make a bantu knot to keep it out the way. Of course it didn't stay so you hand him one of the hair ties and he ties it around your hair.

So far, you're quite impressed. You haven't said much, only when you thought he was about to do something incorrect, but you did trust Erik. The only reason you were so antsy with him being in your hair is due to childhood trauma of jealous hair dressers or you just being a young dumb kid who played with scissors. Let's not even talk about your straight hair phase during the ninth grade. You worked too hard for the condition of your hair to let anyone mess that up now. 

When he finished the last section, he suggested a quickie, but you were adamant about not getting semen in your hair. He promised that he would avoid your it, but you were still skeptical. His hands have been roaming all over your body ever since, getting you hot.

"Come on baby girl, we gon' be standing here doing nothing."

You were glaring at him, "I already told yo-"

"Just the tip."

"As if you know what that means." You roll your eyes.

He knows you're right, just the tip does not exist in his book. "Then just a quickie. Nothing more, nothing less." He caresses your hips.

"Fine, but that's it cuz you still gotta comb my hair out." You pull off your shorts.

"I gotcha, don't worry." He turns you around and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he slides his fingers down in between your folds. His deft fingers work into your core, pumping in and out at a slow pace.

"A quickie, Erik." You remind him with panting breaths.

"Yeah, yeah." He slides his fingers out and lifts them in front of your mouth. "Taste."

And so you do. He watches you suck his digits, but you recoiled at the chemical taste of your shampoo and conditioner. "Eugh! Erik, you still got some on your fingers!"

"Oh shit, my bad." He runs his fingers under the falling water. "Try again?"

"No, just stick it in." You demand.

He presses your back against the cold tile, causing your body to shudder as he guides himself into your core. You both let out a moan and you close your eyes as he rocks his hips into yours. Your nails dig into his back as he thrusts into you, getting deeper each time. 

"Ohhh, Erik." You sigh. 

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, as he pumps into you. You were sure this looked very steamy and romantic, sexy enough for TV or a movie even.

"You like that, huh?" 

"Mhmmm, ohhh."

It was all great until the water suddenly went extremely cold, you yelp loudly and he lets out an animalistic sound due to the water directly hitting him. He almost loses his footing, and you have another mini heart attack, prepared for your life to end.

"Oh my God!" You cling onto his body extremely tight, feeling your heart beating in your throat.

"It's aight, I gotchu." He pants and adjusts the water back to a warm setting. "Fuck, you need to switch apartments, this shit is whack. Can't even fuck in the shower in peace." 

You try to get off, but he holds you in place. His dick throbs inside of you, and it feels harder than before.

"Where you going?"

"Nah, I almost met the Lord. Put me down, Erik."

"Hold up, we ain't even finished."

"N- Ohhhhh!" You bury your face into his neck as he thrusts into your at an incredibly ridiculous speed, "Fuuuhhh, Erik!" Your nails dug into his biceps.

"J-just a b-bit more." He grunts, hitting you deep in your most sensitive spot. 

You already hit your climax, coating him with your warm fluids. He then slows down and with three deep thrusts he pulls out and sets you down, releasing onto your stomach.

"Whew, shit." He sighs, content plastered on his face. "Now let's hurry up, cuz if ya shower do that again, your landlord is getting shot." You almost forgot that there was still conditioner in your hair. You were ready to get out, legs shaky with that post-sex feeling.

"Don't shoot my landlord, Erik." You laughed at him. He smiled, but he was very serious. 

He started to comb out the knots from your hair, ends to roots, like he wasn't just all up in your guts. Erik made sex seem like nothing, but then there was you, barely able to last two rounds with him. Tapping out was never an option, you'd be too weak to do that by time he was done with you. 

He had fantastic dick. Period. 

"So you still gon' cut my dreads?" He asks, washing out the conditioner from your hair. 

"Mmh... I dunno."

He twists the section back up, and pulls the hair tie off of his wrist, wrapping it around your hair. "But you know if you cut my hair I might not be able to dick you down like that. You know the story of Samson?" 

You scoffed, "Erik, do not use an Israelite warrior to justify your dick." 

"But it's true." He begins on the next section.

"Whatever, E." You laugh.

By time he's done all four sections, his hands are running through your scalp giving you the best massage you could ever ask for. Moans escaped your lips unintentionally.

"Aye, you gotta stop making them sounds, shorty."

"What are you talking about?"

"You moaning and shit, making my dick hard again." 

"Boy, if you don't get ya horny ass on." You slap his chest, turn off the pipe right before the water got cold again and step out of the shower.

He follows you out, "So no round two?"

You roll your eyes at him through the mirror as you fix a towel turban around your wet hair, "I gotta do my hair, you're delaying me!"

"Aight shit, my bad." He holds his hands up in defence. 

"Horny ass..." You mumble under your breath, grabbing your towel. 

So that was part one! I hope you enjoyed!

I know everyone's hair care routine is different and mine is usually very simple. I switch it up a bit here and there. Oh yeah, that deep conditioner ingredient mix I listed at the very beginning is what I actually use (when I'm in the mood to make it) and it works very well. I'm one of the lucky gals whose hair/scalp doesn't mind coconut oil, and my hair loves bananas too.

Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading! 

(Start/Finish: December 24, 2018) 

[couldntbedamned]

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 12

Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is of Legal Age, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker

Notes: Please remember to read the tags/warnings listed and read/avoid as best for you. YOU are responsible for the content you chose to consume on the internet.

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Chapter 12

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The dinner was a resounding success, and Stephen had to admit that it was all because of Peter.

Peter had put such care into everything, from the music playing through the house speaker system to the appetizers set out neatly on side tables in the living room with little cards explaining what was in them.

Sweet Potato Stacks- sweet potato, cherry tomato, olive oil, lemon juice, garlic

Rainbow Spring Rolls with sweet chili dipping sauce - rice paper, mint, Thai basil, spring onions, cucumber, carrot, mango, red chili, salted peanuts

Date and Walnut Bites - dates, walnuts, cinnamon, coconut whip

Peter wasn't awkward with their guests as Stephen had initially feared he'd be. While he didn't draw attention to himself needlessly, he also didn't shy away from conversation or say anything untoward. He'd had Ben Grimm and his wife charmed by his stunt with the kitchen, and Dr. Knight and Mr. Wilson were no different.

"So, what drew you to Strange over here?" Wilson had asked Peter as they sat in the living room, soft jazz playing at just the right level.

Oh no.

"The contract with the BCSS, I guess," Peter said lightly. Then his eyes went mischevious. "Then it was the fancy cars."

Wilson laughed. "Got an eye for Buicks, do you?"

"And car services, apparently," Peter joked. "It's a nice change from the public transit back in Midtown."

"Aren't Midtown's subways pneumatic?" Alicia asked.

Peter nodded. "They are. For years there's been talk of changing over to electricity like in New Angeles or Chicago, but I doubt it will happen in my lifetime." He turned his attention to Grimm.

"I know Stephen's a surgeon. What's your specialty?"

"Butchery or carpentry, depending on what other doctors you ask," Ben said with a self-deprecating smile. "I'm a surgeon as well, specializing in orthopedics."

"But you help people keep moving, right? I think that's amazing!" Peter insisted. "I remember reading this article in Modern Science about this little boy who lost his hands in a car accident, and when a donor pair of hands was found, his surgical team attached them and now he's on his high school baseball team! The lead surgeon was an orthopedic surgeon. It's cool!"

"I know Dr. Voss," Ben said warmly. "She's very talented."

Peter's eyes lit up. "Wow!" He looked at Dr. Knight. "What about you, Dr. Knight?"

"Call me Misty, please. I'm a pediatrician. Surgery isn't my specialty, but I am licensed for it," she answered. "I remember the case you're talking about, with the boy? It was big news in the medical community."

"I never liked the doctor I saw when I was growing up," Peter said. "But if he was more like you, I think I would have, for sure."

Misty beamed brighter than Stephen had seen outside of the children she treated.

"These sweet potato stacks are amazing!" Wilson said. His small plate held several of them. "And this is all that's in them?" he asked, holding up the little card.

Peter nodded. "Yep! My Aunt May would make them and the walnut date bites for her canasta club on evenings when they wanted to feel fancy. I actually stole the spring roll recipe from her friend Gilda, but what Gilda doesn't know won't hurt her."

"I like the cards you made for them," Misty added. "It's a very elegant and tasteful way to warn for allergies."

"There were a few kids in my old shul youth group that had really severe allergies so we always made the cards for everyone's safety if there was an event where snacks or food would be served," Peter said. "Sometimes we spent more time designing the cards and practicing our penmanship than eating the food, but we really enjoyed it." He smiled fondly and something inside of Stephen ached.

When dinner was served, both Misty and her husband were stunned that Ben and Alicia were staying. "Really?" Misty asked. "I thought you had the diet thing?"

"We follow kashruth," Ben said, holding Alicia's hand. "And young Peter here has been gracious enough to prepare a meal accordingly."

"Well look at you!" Wilson teased Peter. "Trying to impress everyone? Show off a bit?"

Peter's lips curved up into a sly smile as he shook his head. "If I'd wanted to do that I'd have cooked brisket."

Ben and Alicia chuckled, apparently understanding his joke, even if Wilson didn't.

Ben's eyes had fluttered closed in pleasure when he bit into the challah bread Peter had on the table for dinner, along with what Stephen now knew was a vegan buttery spread. (He hadn't noticed a difference, honestly.) Misty and Wilson were delighted with the salad of field greens and radish in an herb vinaigrette of Peter's own concoction. Stephen had eaten the roast chicken Peter served a few different times since marrying him, but it was still as delicious as ever, especially paired with the wine he'd chosen. Alicia Grimm seemed ready to steal Peter away and adopt him when he brought out a tray of lemon bars and flourless chocolate cookies back into the living room after they'd finished the main meal.

"This has been one of the best meals I've had in a long time, Peter," Wilson said.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Wilson," Peter said, cheeks slightly pink.

"Please, call me Sam," the man insisted. "I've been to a few dinner parties since I married Misty a few years back but this one is definitely my favorite outside of the ones we've hosted." He glanced over at Grimm and Alicia. "And I'm glad to finally know just how funny Ben and the missus are over dinner!"

Ben chuckled. "It was nice to not have to leave early for once! Really, Stephen, I can't thank you enough!"

"It's Peter you should be thanking," Stephen said honestly. Hell, all he'd done was buy the food and own the house.

"It was nothing," Peter said, cheeks still pink.

"It was everything," Alicia insisted kindly.

Guests gone, Peter turned his attention to cleaning up.

He rinsed all of the fine China by hand, along with the good silver. He set them on the rack to dry. The rest of the dishes were quick since he'd done most of them as he'd cooked. There were a few canapes leftover and Peter stored them away in neat little containers

After he took the trash to its bin, he gathered up the tablecloth and placemats and carried them to the laundry room.

The rest he could deal with in the morning.

Assuming Stephen let him live until the morning.

He wasn't sure if anyone else noticed, but Stephen had been a little distant ever since he'd shown Dr. and Mrs. Grimm his kitchen setup. He couldn't imagine why Stephen was upset, unless he'd really been counting on them not staying. Which, if that was the case, rude.

He hadn't done anything wrong and if Stephen was irritated that Peter had done what apparently no one else could be bothered to do, that was his problem!

“I have most of everything cleaned up,” Peter told Stephen, who was sipping scotch in his armchair in the den. His blazer was draped over the back and his tie loose around his neck. “The rest of it will keep until morning, if that's okay.”

Stephen nodded. “Sure.”

“I think tonight went well,” Peter ventured.

“It did,” Stephen acknowledged. “You conducted yourself well. I forgot that you've never done something like this before.”

“Once I stopped panicking and started making lists I was fine,” Peter said. “And I'm glad I was able to entice Dr. Grimm and his wife to stay.”

“Ah. Yes.” Stephen finished his glass. “It was quite the triumph and everyone else in our social circle will feel positively foolish.”

“Are you actually angry they stayed for dinner?”

“No, I'm angry that my husband couldn't be bothered to tell me he follows the same rules they do, or that my kitchen obviously wasn't equipped to allow him to do so without some ingenious engineering on his part.”

“I’ve never kept it a secret,” Peter said evenly. “I just assumed you knew and didn't care.”

Stephen snorted. “Of course you assumed that.”

“Am I wrong?” Peter asked. “Because there are basic things about me that you don't know or haven't cared to remember.”

“Like what?” Stephen asked.

“Like I was raised by my aunt and uncle after my parents died when I was five years old. Also that I'm Jewish, even if I'm not exactly devout about it.”

“And I'm supposed to just know that?” Stephen questioned, unimpressed.

“Considering you have an eidetic memory, yes! That stuff and more should have been in the profile the BCSS gave you when you were considering me.”

“I didn't read it,” Stephen admitted after a long moment. “I barely skimmed it, really.”

“Why not?” Peter asked, stunned. “Why wouldn't you try to at least see if we were even compatible?”

“Because I didn't care,” Stephen said. “I went in, saw you in the rec room playing chess before they could sequester me away in an office and my mind was made up. Nothing else mattered.”

“What?”

“I saw you. I wanted you. I bought you.”

“So you don't actually care about me as a person, just a body to clean your house, impress your colleagues, and warm your bed,” Peter said quietly. “Even after weeks of this, you haven't cared to learn anything about me.”

Stephen said nothing for a long while. Then he sighed. “Go and get ready for bed. I'll be up soon.”

Peter was being ridiculous, Stephen thought, turning the PymCo. console off for the night.

Stephen had learned plenty about Peter in the short time they had been married.

Peter was smart. Very smart, if he'd really been selected to write for the Van Dyne School of Science as that Betty girl had said. He'd damn near beaten Stephen at Scrabble, too! He'd also kept up with Stephen's colleagues with ease.

Peter was a damned good cook. Stephen hadn't even realized the substitutions he'd been making for various foods until Peter explained things to Ben and his wife. Everything he'd cooked had been delicious, except for maybe the times he'd only heated up canned soup.

Peter was determined and resilient, judging by how his risk/benefit analysis had led him to the BCSS and subsequently, Stephen. He found a way to meet his own needs in a difficult situation like in the kitchen. He was able to leverage resources around him, such as befriending a neighbor and exchanging skill sets. Damned clever.

He put up with Stephen, which was damn near enough to qualify anyone for sainthood. Did Jews have saints or was there a Jewish equivalent? He'd have to ask Ben.

Stephen knew he was a difficult person for even the most patient of people, let alone someone as young as Peter.

He really was going to have to read that damned profile.

Peter was in bed, naked as had become his habit. What was the point of pajamas when Stephen was just going to have him undress anyways?

He wasn't sure how to feel. Every time he thought he and Stephen were making real progress, Stephen had to go and be a schmuck.

What on earth had possessed someone as strict and stern and self-disciplined as Stephen to just pick a random spouse and not even bother to check compatibility? Was he only anticipating the year? Had he been pressured into it by the BCSS agents to take Peter off their hands? (Peter knew they'd disliked him tremendously, always lamenting that he was far too self-assured and didn't "know his place".)

Why him? Why Peter?

"You still want me?"

“From the moment I saw you.”

All of the sex (which Peter really enjoyed but technically couldn't say no to) aside, did Stephen really find Peter that attractive?

“I saw you. I wanted you. I bought you.”

More to the point, could Peter make himself live with that for the remainder of their year together?

"Hmm, you're still up," Stephen said from the doorway. "I'm glad. I have every intention of making tonight very good for you."

As much as Peter wanted to be annoyed that Stephen could just waltz up like there wasn't a gap between them that needed to be bridged, the way his cock tingled at Stephen's promise clearly felt otherwise.

"And why is that?" he asked, sitting up.

"Because you were marvelous this evening and you've earned it." Stephen's answer came from the closet.

The flush of pleasure he felt at Stephen's words did not change anything. It wasn't like he craved Stephen's approval. He'd simply been a good host just like he'd been raised to be.

"You have no idea just how loudly those four are going to sing your praises," Stephen said as he strode out in his pajama pants. "And in my circles, your praises become mine."

Of course Stephen would appreciate the stroke to his own ego, Peter thought. He still turned to face Stephen as he joined him in bed. His cock was trying to harden against the cage and while it didn't exactly hurt anymore, it did kindle something in him he didn't want to think to closely on.

"The lofty aloof Dr. Strange has finally settled down and hasn't he chosen just the right spouse," Stephen drawled. "No risk of burnout any longer, no he has a perfect home, perfect husband who's so gracious and smart."

"Which is what you wanted," Peter said. "To get them off of your back."

"And lucky for me I found you," Stephen said. His hand slipped down to Peter's cock and at the brush of two fingers, disabled the lock on the cage. He pulled it away and set it on the nightstand. "You've given me so much," he continued, stroking Peter's nearly instantly-hard cock so perfectly Peter worried he'd spill far too soon. "I intend to show you my gratitude."

"Oh."

Peter's head fell back as Stephen's grip tightened just so. He couldn't stay upset, not when Stephen was making him feel so good. It wasn't fair but damn if his cock didn't care about that.

Before long, Stephen broke out the lubricant and that made the stroking even better. His other hand started teasing him open, long dexterous fingers curling and spreading. When two brushed over his prostate, Peter came with a wracking shudder and still Stephen continued to stroke.

By the time Stephen finally worked his long cock inside of Peter, filling him until he was sure he'd break, Peter was panting harshly. His mind was sluggish as it tried to process all of the pleasure Stephen was raining down on him.

He'd come more than once, as if his body was made to be played by Stephen. Sensitive as he was, he couldn't help but push back into Stephen's thrusts. The heavy presence behind him, that caged him, also made him feel... safe.

Long after he'd started, Stephen finally spilled inside Peter with a low groan, one hand pressing down over the faint bulge his cock made when in the young body. He rolled his hips gently as if trying to ensure his spend stayed as deep him Peter as possible.

Peter was a shaking, blissed-out puddle of a man.

Stephen left only to return with a warm washcloth to clean them both up before settling behind Peter, pulling him close.

"You did so well tonight," Stephen praised again. "I'm very proud of you."

Peter smiled dopily, sleep racing towards him.

Stephen nuzzled his neck, nipping just behind his ear. "Sleep now. We'll discuss your punishment tomorrow."

<<<>>>

So yeah, Stephen is definitely earning his “Asshole Stephen Strange” tag and we’ll get more insight into him and just what the fuck is up with him next chapter. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

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Hello everyone, hope you all are doing well. In this blog, I am going to tell you the benefits and some DIY processes to use a beautiful ingredient by nature.

And that beautiful ingredient is rosemary leaves. We can’t even imagine how potent and amazing this ingredient is for our hair. It really amazed me when I got to know about the benefits of rosemary that was available so easily to our parents.

When I asked my mumma about the rosemary, the common name by which it was called was ‘Kadwi mendi’ and that bitter thing is that much potent for our hairs that it can compete with the effects of minoxidil that is a medication given in the treatment of new hair growth in the cases if hereditary hair loss.

Coming to the benefits of rosemary, it can help in the regrowth of your hairs, working on the follicle strength it increases the strength of your hair follicles making them more stronger so that they can easily grow them more firmly. They make your roots stronger and eventually reduce the hairfall and increase hair growth. Its antimicrobial and antioxidative properties help in reducing the itching and other scalp issues like dandruff, rashes etc.

It also helps in soothing your scalp and calming your mind when used in aromatherapy. Nourishes the scalp and beautifies the hair making them more shiny, smoother and more healthier. Rosemary works as a natural skin rejuvenator and toner. Sometimes it is also used as a natural insect repellent due to its strong perfume. It may improve your blood circulation in the scalp that is ultimately helping in growing healthy and stronger hair roots.

It may relieve stress when it is given in aromatherapy. Let's discuss some DIY practices that can help in hair growth.

Rosemary hair oil: Take some rosemary leaves into any carrier oil like coconut oil, olive oil or any carrier oil of your choice. Boil it for 10 to 15 minutes and keep it infused for about 7 to 10 days in the oil. Now your rosemary oil is ready to use.

You can apply it 2 to 3 hours before shampoo or you can leave it overnight also before shampooing your hair.

Rosemary hair serum: To prepare rosemary hair serum you will require rosemary essential oil. Add 2 3 drops of rosemary essential oil in 1 tbsp of aloe vera gel and add rosewater to make serum like consistency. You can store it in the refrigerator for up to 1 week. Use after every wash in the damped hairs. It will give your hair a beautiful nourishment along with helping in hair growth.

You can make some more DIYs also like rosemary toner, use it with your shampoo by adding 2 to 3 drops of rosemary essential oil to your regular shampoo and use it to get extremely beautiful hair along with cleansing your scalp. Rosemary water can also be used for making your hair more shiny, healthy and grow faster like never before. So this was all for this blog. If you have any suggestions for the next topic then please let me know and if you want me to do any of these DIYs for you that you can easily use then you can contact me here on my number given.

Garima Maheshwari

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I AM so tired of people telling me what they want me to be.

You fucking aren’t me.

Why can’t anyone just fucking let me be?

I KNOW WHAT I NEED.

WHY DON’T I HAVE WHAT I NEED?

INSTEAD OF GETTING WHAT I NEED…

I HAVE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO HAVE.

WHAT YOU WANT ME TO HAVE…

IS NEITHER WHAT I WANT, OR NEED.

WHY DON’T YOU ASK ME WHAT I NEED?

OTHERWISE YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME…

AND YOURS.

WHAT DO I NEED?

TO BE IN A BETTER LIVING, BREATHING, EATING, DRINKING, WORKING SITUATION…

A SITUATION, I FIND DESIRABLE.

IF MY SITUATION AND YOUR SITUATION ARE COMPATIBLE THAN PERHAPS WE MAY WORK OUT A WORKABLE COMPROMISE…

If you were ORIGINALLY RED, there shouldn’t be ANY ISSUE transforming BACK TO RED, if you were unfortunately pushed to the blue side.

ONCE the infection is out, simply taking lots of cayenne will restart, restore and rejuvenate the heart. I recommend taking a ‘taco tea’ infusion of a few tablespoons of olive oil, cayenne, activated charcoal and lemon in hot water.

Pro tip: Scrub with instant coffee and regular with water, FIRST.

Wash with Dr.Teals Elderberry epson salt body soap/or whatever, but that is ideal.

Then scrub with BROWN SUGAR and COCONUT OIL from head to toe. This gets out residual gunk.

Wash again with Castille soap would be ideal, or Head & Shoulders.

If you have a lot of debris, wash with caster oil, head to toe and rinse with warm/hot as you can manage without it hurting, water.

These are tips, listen to your body and try using intuition.

⭐️PRO-TIP⭐️Iodine and iodine salt baths if you have seeping wounds. RINSE COLD WATER. SIT OUTSIDE ON THE GROUND FOR A LEAST ONE HOUR. BE SURE TO HOLD SOMETHING TO GROUND YOU THAT IS SHOCK RESISTANT, ANYTHING RUBBER OR GET IMMEDIATELY ON THE GRASS, TOUCH THE SOIL.⭐️

🖕That is specifically for radiation infections, even a small amount can take time to heal. Yes, a wet towel on the head, huge amounts need bentonite⭐️

⭐️Baking soda total body scrub, then rinse with white vinegar and of course wash off in shower or even cold, luke warm bath. This neutralizes sting/heat⭐️

🌽💩🌮🐷🦍🤡s, do you understand that you have been fucking demons and I was never there? That is why a literal Mel’s Hole for your delusions, manifested.

⭐️I WILL NOT BE DISRESPECTED OR TREATED LIKE A TACO WHORE, BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER BEEN A WHORE. 🖕 UNDERSTAND THAT PLEASE, BECAUSE IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE FUCKED ME, YOU WERE ONLY FUCKING YOURSELF🖕⭐️

⭐️🤡💩s, YOU MUST KNOW THYSELF, BEFORE ‘KNOWING’ OTHERS,OR YOU RISK LOSING YOUR REALITY,TO THE DELUSIONS OF ANOTHER, WHICH CAN BECOME A COLLECTIVE DELUSION, WHICH CAN ALTER REALITY FOR THOSE CAUGHT,🎣 IN A FANTASY, THAT NEVER HAPPENED⭐️

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Nikki Reed Has a 5-Minute, Not-So-Hollywood Cleanse for You

The actress, newlywed, and wellness guru is opening up her pantry for a new recurring column.

Welcome to Take Five, my new recurring beauty and nutrition column on ELLE.com culled from a lifelong passion for animals, the outdoors, and feeling good. For me, the notion of taking five—whether the number pertains to ingredients in a food or just a moment to ask your body how it's feeling—can make all the difference. Consider this your 300-second-long wellness retreat.

Six years ago, while living in Greece, I was eating everything under the sun, but still felt really clean, pure, and wonderful. When I came back to the States, after a year of being abroad, I realized that I was just not feeling well: I was putting on weight; my skin wasn't good; and I couldn't figure out what the issue was. I started putting together my own theories about our food system (more on that later), and I realized that being gone for so long, and cleaning myself out the way I did, gave my body the opportunity to start over—if I wanted it.

I realized that there was something unhealthy happening with our food system (an awareness that eventually led my husband, Ian Somerhalder, and me to work as ambassadors for Thrive Market, an organic-at-wholesale company). In addition to my own evolving instincts, I tuned in to the habits of the people around me such as my uncle, a yoga instructor and raw vegan, and my brother—my super handsome, super buff brother—who is a perfect example of someone who can live within a mostly plant-based diet and still look the way he wants.

In addition to recalibrating the foods I was putting into my body, I began tinkering with making my own beauty products. I wish I had some super secret formula that makes my creations really unique, but I mostly use items I pick up from the natural food store. My rule is: If I can eat it, I can put it on my skin. Coconut oil mixed with olive oil is what I put on my body every day; I put rose hip oil on my face. If my hair feels dry, instead of going and buying something filled with chemicals, I put egg whites or avocados or mayonnaise in my hair. I leave it on there for an hour or two and I wash it out.

It may sound complicated, by my routine really is so, so basic. If you look at the Polynesian culture in Hawaii—a lot of my family is from Hawaii—you can see how what they put into their bodies manifests itself in other ways. Polynesian women are known for their long hair, glowing skin, and thick nails. And that comes from the local diet, which is mostly plant based with a little bit of fish and a lot of natural fats and oils. It's about eating things that are living and raw and applying that same logic to what you put on your skin and hair.

For me it's all about not ingesting chemicals. I tried for a long time to only eat things with less than five pronounceable ingredients—hence the name of this column. If you're lost and looking to press the reset button, that's kind of a cool, easy way to start. (FYI: You can find some really great protein bars and nut bars that still only have three or four ingredients, like ground-up cashews, honey, and cinnamon!) This may sound surprising for someone who works in Hollywood, but I do not count calories and I don't even care about weight gain, which I know sounds really bizarre. I listen to my body. I don't just wake up in the morning and cook whatever I eat.

Routinely I go, 'Hmm, what do I want today? What do I see? Is there oatmeal? Does that mean I need carbohydrates? Is it bananas? Do I need potassium?' If you actually take a second to ask your body what it wants before you feed it, it will answer. Okay, so I know I sound like a crazy person, but how is my philosophy any more extreme than people who say, 'I'll diet for 36 hours' or 'I just won't eat today'? Nothing drives me crazier than girls who are doing these cleanses.

You can cleanse by just eating well. Don't believe me? Next week I will show you how. Until then, breathe in, breathe out, and remember to take five. (Also, feel free to laugh at this pic of me making homemade almond milk.)

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Destiel Month, 11 Nov.: Hands

The man's smile was tentative as he walked back towards Dean. "You must be one of Mr. Singer's sons."

deancas meetcute ust, au + human cas

"May I help you?" Dean asked in his meanest voice despite the polite phrasing. Over the years loads of derelicts had turned up in Bobby's yard to argue over the price of an oil change.

"Oh! Hello." The man on the top step turned around, clearly surprised someone had answered the door. 

Dean did well to tamp down his own surprise at the visitor's shock of dark hair and kind blue eyes. 

The man's smile was tentative as he walked back towards Dean. "You must be one of Mr. Singer's sons."

At that, Dean did almost smile, on instinct. He patted the doorjamb. "Ah. Yeah, in a manner of speaking." He felt shy, suddenly. "And you are?"

"Castiel. I live next door."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "The new neighbor."

Castiel looked down with what seemed like a banked sigh. "I gather there was some controversy about that at some point."

"Well, you know small towns like these – if people didn't have something to gripe about and gossip about they wouldn't know what to do with themselves." Dean eyeballed the palm-sized round tin Castiel was carrying. "Bobby's gone into Viborg to pick up some parts from a scrapyard."

"That's fine," Castiel said. "If you don't mind I'll just leave this with you." He held out the tin.

Dean took it from him and pulled off the lid. Inside the tin was a curious, round, pale yellow bar that almost looked like candy. "This edible?"

"Technically. The ingredients include olive oil, coconut oil, and beeswax." Castiel touched a fingertip to the top of the bar. "It's lotion. Mr. Singer was saying that his hands were cracking from all the washings and heavy duty detergent he has to use to remove grease, and I was telling him that I make these from scratch. They are very good at moisturizing with regular use." He looked at Dean with an earnest expression. "In all honesty, I usually pour the recipe into molds that make the bars look like honeycombs with a little bee in the corner, but my impression was that Mr. Singer would prefer one less…fancy."

Dean felt himself enjoying looking at and listening to Castiel talk. "Bobby's told you to call him Bobby, hasn't he?"

"Oh, yes," Castiel said. "Several times." His eyes were just the slightest bit mischievous, and so goddamn blue.

"Just checking." Dean realized with a pang that the natural end of the conversation was fast approaching. "Well, thanks, I'll give him this soon as he's home."

"I'd appreciate that." Castiel tipped his head up the smallest amount, to look Dean right in the eyes. "You must be Dean."

Hearing his own name come out of Castiel's mouth in Castiel's deep voice nearly made Dean shiver. "How do you figure?"

"Mr. Singer once described Sam – your younger brother, I believe? – as 'taller than good sense should've allowed.'" Castiel's eyes smiled. 

Dean couldn't argue with that. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Dean."

Castiel shook it, his grip firm and his hand, Dean couldn't help but notice, perfectly huge. "Very nice to meet you."

"You too, Cas." Dean let go with an outsized amount of reluctance; he'd really liked the way Cas's hand fit in his own. 

The two of them stood there looking at each other for a few breaths. 

Sounding somewhat less than enthusiastic, Cas finally said, "Well, I won't keep you." 

But you could, Dean thought. That might be nice, even.

Out loud, before he could think too hard about it, he said, "If you're not busy, could I interest you in a cold beer?" 

Cas's face lit up. 

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Self Care 101 🦋

In this post I’ll be outlining my current routines as they relate to self care. I’ll cover everything from head to toe making sure not to skip your spirit. You cannot be a girl of ANYONE’S dreams if you aren’t taking care of the most important person in your world: you.

mornings:

wash face with gentle cleanser from curology, tone with organic Mamonde rose water and finish with rich moisturizer and spf30

brush teeth with activated charcoal toothpaste by Crest and baking soda for whitening and gum clarity

take vitamins : woman’s one a day, hair skin nails, biotin, vitamin c

drink glass of water then a cup of tea

black tea, raw cane sugar, a lemon slice, ginger

good for energy, immune function, and detox

showers:

this may sound so extra (😅), but depending on my hairstyle, I sometimes like to let the shower run for about five minutes with the door closed to create a sauna effect. this is especially if I have a mask on my hair.

my showers usually are about 20-30 minutes

I have a back brush, pink exfoliating gloves, a loofah, and tree hut body scrubs and I use them ALL.

I wash first with my dove beauty bar to assure clean skin before washing with EITHER my OGX Shea So Soft body wash or Dove Renewing Peony and Rose Oil body wash to add scent or silkiness to my skin.

hair removal:

I haven’t yet mastered the art of waxing myself so I’m still riding the shave wave. *when I do I’ll make a post 4 that*

I exfoliate throughly before AND after shaving

I shave my entire body using Tree Hut Shaving Oil and a nice conditioner I’m not using. This leaves my skin super soft and silky and helps the razor to glide without skipping. I use Gillette Venus. no less than five blades, anything less is ASKING for nicks and a hard time.

when I don’t feel like shaving, I use Nair. use at your own risk. yes, I Nair my ENTIRE BODY. only leaving it on for about 7 minutes I rinse in WARM (not hot) water and exfoliate afterwards. it is imperative to moisturize after to avoid irritation. however, Nair is much easier to do than shaving and seems to last an inkling longer.

after shaving, once a month, I pull out my KENZZI. it’s an IPL device and it has helped to slow the growth of my hair. it’s noticeable for us long, thick haired chicks. I use the second to lowest setting as a melanated babe, as the higher settings could burn me.

I know many endorse the hair on women movement and I can understand it. But I personally love my skin silky, hairless, and smooth.

nights:

after eating dinner, I wash my face and apply the tiniest bit of glycolic serum and my curology night cream. my skin has been the best it’s been in a few years. then I brush my teeth and rinse with peroxide.

every four days I give myself a facial

my favorite face masks:

The Ordinary Salicylic Acid mask

The Ordinary AHA + BHA mask

all Tony Moly sheet masks *luvvvvv those*

GLAMGLOW SUPERMUD clearing treatment *fav*

Peter Thomas Roth Pumpkin Enzyme mask

Peter Thomas Roth Cucumber Gel mask

Peter Thomas Roth Irish Moor Mud mask

Peter Thomas Roth Rose Stem Cell Bio-Repair Gel mask

ORIGINS Clear Improvement mask

An at home honey and aloe mask

I apply a rich facial moisturizer and get to bed.

I then write in my planner my new plans and what I did that day if I hadn’t already. then after that I script and make mood boards in my diary. then I read a little. currently reading: Making Faces by Kevyn Aucoin, and Live Like a hot Chick by Jodi Lipper.

emotions:

I talk to my grandmother about my feelings, she helps me sort things out. please try to find one person you trust to talk to, my messages are always open. 💓 I often overthink. I suffer from anxiety and clinical depression. sometimes these things make me FEEL limited. these experiences wax and wane. I remind myself that the darkness is temporary.

I write in my diary what I feel and track my emotions for potential patterns. I don’t manufacture or sugar coat my feelings, I just talk.

sometimes you need a good cry. let it out. clean your slate. you’ll always feel better, sometimes great after a hard, deep sobbing cry.

I try to get out of the house and get some sunlight. it helps brighten my mood sometimes.

baths:

LOVE taking baths I don’t care what the status quo is about dirt. just rinse off. I love wrapping my hair up and soaking in warm-hot water.

first I run the water. as it’s running I add my bubble bath, then body wash, then my Shea Moisture fragrant coconut oil. it smells soooo good, literally yummy. then I inevitably scream from dipping my toe in the hot water. finally I get in, scrub down my body, emphasis on feet. then I wash, and just relax. I’ve even fallen asleep in the tub once, I was so zen.

careful not to soak too long or overdo it with your products. synthetic materials lingering in your lady bits for too long cause cause infections like bv or uti

some women add tea tree oil, acv, or even Aztec clay to their baths for wellness purposes. I love adding essential oils to my baths to relax and the natural scent is just great 🥺

when I get out I always put something that feels lush and soft on. *invest in super soft, comfy bath towels, they’ll make you feel so luxurious and soft after a nice relaxing bath*

flower:

the yoni is something sensitive that needs to be taken care of thoroughly, and differently than the rest of your body. it’s not recommended to use soaps down there, it can unbalance things and make you itch. also make you prone to infection. this is why I use clear warm water to clean. if I use soap it’s a sensitive, gentle formula. don’t ever try to clean the cavity. she’s a self cleaning vessel.

to shave, I trim my hair down as close as possible and use a FIVE BLADE razor with conditioner and take my time. making sure not to pass a spot twice, I apply moderate pressure and move slowly. when finished I rinse and scrub gently. I PAT not rub dry. to finish off I apply TendSkin, and salicylic acid to avoid ingrowns. once that’s soaked in I apply shea butter. very soft and pretty 🌸

⚠️ DO NOT PUT ON TIGHT PANTIES OR RIGHT PANTS AFTER SHAVING. it restricts the hairs and causes irritation and ingrowns. throw on some comfy loose shorts for a while, let it breathe

dietary needs:

drink plenty of water

cranberry juice

vitamin c

minimal red meat

probiotics

at home vagacial for the high maintenance girlies:

*make any necessary extractions with pointed and slanted tweezers *

scrub: 

brown sugar, tea tree oil, a little shea butter

exfoliating and anti inflammatory

mask:

baking soda, fresh lemon juice, vitamin e oil, papaya juice, gelatin

fixes discoloration and brightens the skin while softening

moisturize:

aloe vera gel, rose hip seed oil

smelling sweet:

ah yes, my favorite part. I love fragrance so much. I love to smell like you could literally break off a piece of me and eat it.

I find that using fragrant washes and oils make your scent more strong and help it linger. I already mentioned the body washes I use. the tree hut scrubs I use smell amazing also. I alike to add essential oils and man made scents like strawberry and chocolate to my Shea Moisture oil (so yummy).

I also use a fragrant lotion, eau de parfum, and fragrance mist.

here’s a list of some of my favorites:

perfumes:

jimmy choo fever

coach floral blush

yves saint laurent mon paris

victoria’s secret bombshell

victoria’s secret scandalous

valentino

fragrance mists:

victoria’s secret velvet petals, pure seduction, warm and cozy

bath and body works a thousand wishes, fiji pineapple palm, warm vanilla sugar, black raspberry vanilla

oils:

coconut

sweet almond

peppermint

chocolate scented essential oil

strawberry scented essential oil

orange

grapefruit

eucalyptus

sweetest combo ever:

vanilla extract, coconut oil, shea butter, and your favorite perfume. you’ll be smelling like a warm cupcake with extra sprinkles and icing 🧁

layering:

oil, lotion, eau de parfum, mist

pulse points:

inside elbows and knees, in between thighs, inner arms, behind ears, back of neck, ankles

hair:

it’s super important to keep your hair moisturized. quenched tresses move, grow, shine and bounce. dry hair is limp, lackluster, and extremely fragile

my fav diy deep conditioner:

a banana, half an avocado, three spoons of honey, an egg, a spoonful of mayo, a spoonful of coconut, olive, and castor oil each

strength from egg, avocado, mayo and olive oil

moisture from avocado and honey

cover damp CLEAN hair and scalp in mixture and cover with a plastic bag, then towel for an hour, rinse thoroughly, and seal in moisture

fav hair products:

castor oil

fusionplex conditioner and mask

Aussie conditioner

wella goji berry mask

coconut oil

style booster edge control

helpful tips:

when shampooing, concentrate on the scalp and wash thoroughly twice, as the suds will naturally cleanse your stands without drying and stripping them

rinse hair with apple cider vinegar every now and then. it restores your ph balance, smooths the cuticle, clarifies the strands, and adds shine

always add oil and leave ins to DAMP hair, never dry; this will ensure you’re sealing in moisture

try to use smooth fabrics to dry your hair, bath towels encourage frizz and breakage

hands and feet:

and last but not least, let’s cover manicuring and pedicuring.

it’s super important to make sure your nails are either DONE or filed, shaped, and smooth. at home maintenance is super easy. make a point to scrub your hands and feet well when bathing. make sure to stay on top of your cuticles by trimming or pushing them back. I like the look that pushing them gives. I use an orangewood stick, metal pusher and cuticle softener to make the process super easy and safe. after I’m done I add my pineapple scented cuticle oil. I do this on my fingers and toes.

invest in a rasp and pumice stone for your feet and use these gently every two weeks after soaking them in warm foot salts. rough usage can cause cuts and irritation. in between treatments keep your feet soft by slathering them in a moisturizing foot cream, cocoa/shea butter then oil to seal it all in. buy some soft thick aloe infused socks and wear them to sleep. you’ll thank me 😉

for info on how I do my nails click this

well, that’s all I’ve got. I truly hope you enjoyed my post! it’s always fun sharing my advice with you all. any feedback is appreciated and question is welcomed ♡

[postwarlevi]

Farmers Market

Content: It's literally you and Levi at an outdoor market. Enjoy!

"Levi, look here!" You call to him from another stall.

It was your favorite time of year, fall, when the weather cooled down. The outdoor markets were starting back up and it was opening day at your favorite one.

"Look at the size of the peppers, only a dollar!" Somehow produce sales just got you excited.

"They look alright." He says, wondering why they're so cheap.

"We got a good crop right on time this year." The vendor says.

"Let's get some." You say, ready to pull some cash out.

"Gonna go any cheaper?" Levi asks the man behind the table.

"Levi! How much cheaper can they be?" You're a bit embarrassed that he's starting in already. But Levi knows that if it were near the end of the day and there's too much left they always give a better deal.

The vendor laughs though. "Maybe. You know what? You were such good customers last season, if you want to buy in bulk, how about half off? Anything you want today." There really was a lot and he remembered how much you always picked up.

"See?" Levi tells you, kissing your temple, looking at what else there is.

You were convinced Levi could talk anyone into anything, and were happy to use it to your advantage.

Soon your rolling fold up cart is already half full with bell peppers, cucumber, cauliflower, bags of kale and a huge butternut squash that Levi was sure you'd make him cut into, even though he showed you how last time.

He handed the vendor the cash as you thanked him and were already off to another stall. It really was a good deal, not that you needed ten peppers.

You were already haggling over dried fruit and nuts, coming away with eight bags for a decent percentage off, stuffing them in the tote you had.

"I got you hazelnuts and beets." You say, seeing a small smile from Levi. When you weren't looking he rolled his eyes a bit, knowing the vendors must love seeing you coming. But you always made sure to throw in his favorites, and since you didn't come as often as you would like, Levi never minded.

"I'm gonna go to the tea stall. You want the cart?" He asks and you nod.

"What kind of fruit do you want?" You indicate where you're headed next.

"Citrus." As if you didn't know. You kiss his cheek before parting for a little bit.

Levi heads to his favorite tea vendor and sees she has some new stuff this year.

"Hi there Mr Ackerman!" She always tries to remember her returning customers.

He gives a polite hello and soon has overspent on not only his favorites but some new assortments he doesn't remember her having last season. He makes sure to get cinnamon as well, one of your favorites.

Levi passes by someone selling hats, the wide brim straw sun hat with with a purple ribbon catching his eye.

He's pretty sure you've mentioned wanting one, especially on warm days. Picking one up along with some long stemmed sunflowers at the next vendor, he goes to find you.

You're no longer at the fruits, thank goodness, so he goes towards the back.

He stops dead in his tracks after he spots you. In the short time you've been away your hair has been done into one long braid and you're currently modeling a blue and yellow sun dress in another vendors mirror.

You're beautiful in anything, and Levi can hear his heart pounding. Truth be told you could probably wear rags and would still outshine everyone else.

"Levi! You like?" You say, bounding towards him and breaking this thoughts.

He can only nod, reaching to pick up your braid.

"Oh! Some young girls are learning about business and charging five dollars and I wanted to support them. Only took a few minutes. They did so good!"

Levi leans forward to give a quick kiss to your lips, place then hat on your head and holds out the sunflowers.

"This is so great! Thank you." You gush about the things he's gotten you.

You go back to the dress stall to pay and pick up the cart, leaving your other outfit in the tote. Levi takes both the cart and your tote bag, leaving you with the flowers and an extra paper bag you didn't put in the cart.

Levi sees you got the oranges he requested, along with apples, pomegranates, pears and a whole pineapple that, again, you'll probably make him deal with.

You both take a seat for a little while, enjoying warm pastries and agua frescas.

"What's in the bag?" He asks as you've not let go of it yet.

"Your favorite tea vendor? Well, her partner is running a second stall full of products." You pull out the things in the bag.

"It's a tea warming plate." You say as Levi examines it. "Charge it and it'll last for days. Now when you get busy with work it'll always be warm."

"Why don't I already have one of these?" He wonders.

You shrug and dive back into the bag. "Well, now you do. And also, Bath Brew Pockets, and socks."

Levi stares at what surely are gag gifts. "You mean, I can bathe in tea?"

"Or we, unless you want it all to yourself." You then hold up the socks. His black pair with pink writing reads 'If You Can Read This' on one and 'Bring Me Tea' on the other. Your pink pair with black writing reads 'If You Can Read This' and 'Get Your Own.'

Levi chuckles. "These are ridiculous."

You grin. "Well yeah. You gonna use everything?"

"Of course." He would always love everything you picked.

After finishing your snack it's on to grab multiple varieties of honey, apricot and also cherry jam, two loaves of fresh bread and some muffins from your favorite bakery stall, a focaccia and a dozen rolls from another one, and a two pound block of feta, which Levi says you don't need, but in the tote it goes.

You can't help but want the hummingbird mosaic wind chime, and Levi agrees if you promise to put it up, and not store it away. He then goes for yet another plush throw blanket for you to cozy up together under while you pretend there's room for coconut bowls with matching utensils in your cabinets.

It's soon clear that your tote, cart, and both yours and Levis hands are full.

"I think that's all we can manage, love." He tells you.

You know he's right but think there's something you're missing. You could pass on the chocolates this time, but there's something else.

"Oh, what about the orange juice? It's always so good!" You couldn't leave without that.

"Right." He sighs lightly. No use reminding you of all the actual oranges you just bought.

Balancing another bag on the carts handle he tells you to wait for him and is soon back with a gallon of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"Yay!" You are happy to see the new bag.

You start back with all your items and suddenly gasp, remembering one more thing.

"No, I'm sorry, there's no more hands." Levi says, trying to guide you forward with just his knee.

"But the soaps!"

"Yes and the candles and the olive oils and the pies and the goat milk." Levi lists off some random things you'll probably want next time you come. "I mean, we have to get through all this first."

"The pies." You frown at what you missed, but there really is a lot of food.

You get to the car and load everything in, settling into the passenger seat for the ride home.

"How about we bake our own pie with the stuff we have? We can always come next week." He says, taking your hand in his. You usually only came once a month during the season since you always bought so much, but there were exceptions. Besides, there were things he'd forgotten about, too.

You look at the sunflowers you're holding in front of you. It's been a lovely outdoor morning with the man who holds your heart. "What kind of pie?" Everyday with him was a good day.

He looks over and smiles, bringing your hand to his lips. "Anything you want, angel. But first, we nap."

You look back and return his smile, wondering if Levi knows how happy he makes you, and hoping you do the same for him.

Silently, he's thinking the same about you.

an- In honor of my favorite outdoor market that just opened for the season! I'll mention again that domestic fluff with Levi in everyday life is my favorite thing. And pairing him and reader with food haha.

[a3theatrejunkie]

Could i have headcanons of homare attempting (but failing) to make izumi a birthday curry ?thank you for your time~

 - Bold of you to assume that Masumi doesn't have the kitchen in lock down so no one else can make Izumi any special treats for her birthday. Fortunately for Homare, Izumi’s birthday was on a school day this year and Masumi had to go to school.

-“OHOHOHO! ONCE AGAIN YOU’VE BEEN CUCKOLD BY THE EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM!” Homare Hooted as Masumi was dragged out the door. “HAVE A SPLENDID DAY OF LEARNING CHILDREN!”

 -With Masumi gone and no one else in the kitchen Homare can now execute his master plan to create the best, most flavorful curry Izumi’s ever tasted.

First things first a recipe. Indian? No. We ate the last week. Japanese? No, too basic. Fish roe curry?!?!? Yuck. Thai Red Curry? Sounds Interesting. “Yes let’s do this one!”

-Now, Cook the rice. Homare’s made rice before, “We don’t have any Jasmine Rice, hmmmmm white rice will do just fine.”  and so Homare dumped it into a large vat of water and let it cook on high. 

-Next! Chop up vegetables. “AHA! It is now time to ‘slice and dice’! ” Homare  grabbed two knives “Okay, how did Omi do it? Like this?” *CLANG!* *CLANG!* *clink.* A shard of metal fell onto the counter top and one of the knives was now missing a piece of it. “Oopsies..... Let’s... just...” Homare placed the broken knife back into the knife block.

- “ Mr.Onion! You secret secreter of human tears, today is the day is the day you’re vanquished, for I, HOMARE ARISUGAWA, Have goggles!” “As Itaru would say, QUEST COMPLETE!” Homare continued his ‘quests’ with all the other vegetable “My sweet dear carrots, the orange lights of my life. Kale. Garlic, you represent strength to all but today you fall. Ginger! the he- Whats burning?” 

The rice that you haven’t checked on in thirty minutes, that’s what’s burning.

-Homare turned to see the pot of rice had begun to boiled over, coating it in a weird sticky white residue. “OH NOOO! OH NO! WHATDOIDOO??” Homare screamed in turn waking Hisoka who was sleeping on the couch.

-“What’s with the noise?” Hisoka asked. “MY RICE IS BURNING!!??! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT WAS IT THEY TAUGHT IN SCHOOL. POP. LOCK. AND DROP?”  “Well. Turn off the heat.” “AHA! THE HEAT!” Homare rushed over to the stove and turned off the burner. The rice slowly began to settle down back into the pot. “Ah, Hisoka, you truly are the brainy brawn of our relationship. And you know I think I can still use this rice. The waters all gone.”  Hisoka walked over and peered into the pot. “It looks...dry?” “It’ll add a rustic texture.” “Is this for dinner?” “No.It’s for Izumi’s birthday.” “Hm.” Hisoka exited the kitchen.

- Back to cooking, pour olive oil into a heated pan and add vegetables, stirring continuously. Easy enough. “ I won’t be bested by you again, no surprises full attention.” He added the veggies to the pan, the pan made a harsh sizzling sound. “Ooooooh! Now we’re talking! What’s next?” 

-Season the vegetables and add red curry paste. ‘Okay, the basics a little salt, a pinch of pepper.’ Homare thought ‘And now the curry pa- Hm? Wheres the cu-?’ “THAT LOVESTRUCK MOTLEY FIEND.” Homare yelled. At some point Masumi had taken ALL of the curry from the cabinets. 

-”Well played little music boy, But I shall just go to the grocery store.” “But first.” Homare turned the burner off and covered the pan with the lid. 

Time skip to his return.

“Okay they didn’t have red curry paste but they did have yellow curry paste, and curry is curry so we’ll just use that and make it red.” Homare turned the burner back on and added a few scoops to the mix. Now to make it red. “Let’s see red... let’s use.. some red spices! a scoop of crimson saffron, a heap of ruby red cayenne pepper, oh! Tabasco sauce, and a teaspoon of vermilion paprika!” Homare stirred the mixture and it definitely looks red. It smelled interesting.

-Now to add in the coconut milk. As he stirred it in the milk the curry became a strange orange color. “Hmph. I suspected something like this would happen. Sooo, I bought this! at the grocery store.” Homare pulled out a small bottle of red food coloring. “This will be my saving grace! “ He opened the bottle and dumped the ENTIRE contents into the mixture. The ‘curry’ turned into a bright red. “Yesss. Prefecto!”

- Homare followed the rest of the recipe and gave his little creation a little taste. Immediately his face contorted. “Oho. I taste everything and yet taste nothing, and a little plasticky. I bet my favorite fountain pen that Izumi’s never tasted something like this!”

- Finally Homare plated his creation, half curry half rice but to make it unique he added his signature in ketchup on the rim of the plate. “With Adoration, Arisugawa Homare.” 

- Right on time Izumi walked through the door along with Sakyo and Omi. “Happy Birthday Izumi! I made you a very special curry! I put my heart, soul and Mind into it.” 

 “You made curry! Homare,That’s so amazing!” Izumi cheered.

“It seems you’ve captured the cooking bug Homare.” Omi chimed in.

“Perhaps you can start taking up kitchen duty Arisugawa.” Sakyo added

“Yes, I wanted to show all of my appreciation to you. Now have a seat and I’ll present you my gift.”

- Izumi sat down, and Sakyo and Omi stuck around to see what Homare made.

“I cannot tell you how much work with into this, first Masumi tried to hog the kitchen, then he stole all of the curry out of cabinets! It had to be him, since when do we not have curry! But anyway here’s Homare Arisugawa’s very special! Made with Love! Organic! Thai Red curry!” 

-Homare placed the plate onto the table and the reactions were intense. Izumi sat there with her mouth agape, Omi’s eye looked like they were gonna pop out out and Sakyo’s mouth resembled a thin straight line. 

“You’re all speechless, but give it a taste and it’ll be a mind blowing experience!”

“It’s so red.” Izumi commented

“It’s really red and the rice looks interesting.” Omi said

“It looks like a waste of food.” Sakyo Sneered.

“You’re just jealous you didn’t create something this amazing. Go on taste it.” Homare said.

Izumi took a deep breath and took a scoop of Homare’s curry. She tried she really did but she had to spit it out. She had to. 

Homare expression turned sad. “Oh. It isn’t good is it. I-”

“No! No! No! It’s great.” Izumi responded while trying to wipe her mouth. “Izumi it’s alright I-” 

“NO! I mean yes. I mean no,It’s not good but you obviously put your heart into and that’s all that matter to me. So yes, It is of of the most special currys’ I’ve had. Thank You Homare, I loved my gift.” Izumi rose up and gave Homare a hug.

“Anything for you Izumi, I wanted to thank you for all you done for me.” Homare said.

“You know Homare, I can show you how to make curry. It’ll be fun! and we still need to make dinner for everyone”

Homare gasped “Yes! teachings from the mistress of curry herself, I shall become your humble servant!”

“I’ll give you guys a hand to, Izumi shouldn’t have to do all the cooking on her birthday.” Omi added.

-So they went into the kitchen to make a proper curry.“What happened to this knife?” Izumi said as they were beginning prep.

“AHAHAHA! TASUKU! TODAY IS THE DAY YOURS TRULY JOINS YOU ON ONE OF YOUR THREE HOUR RUNS.” 

“Tch. Typical Arisugawa. ” Sakyo said as he opened his suit case began returning the curry jars and bottles to the cabinets.

(So sorry this took so long.)

[miekasa]

pls anon if anything I NEED help in the kitchen, that sounds amazing🥲

i love ramen too, and have also been trying to cut back but here are the ones that i like:

- nongshim shin ramyun: gourmet spicy (typically in a 4 pack for $3 and some cents

- nongshim neoguri (the same thing as before but with a seafood twist!) : also in a 4 pack for about $3 and some cents

^ i usually get these at walmart, h-mart, or any foreign corner store that sells asian and african products

now this, is if you’re a real g like me and can handle spicy food, i add pepper to any meal i can, and lemme tell you, these noodles set my asshole ablaze omg, i lowkey can’t eat them in peace cause once i start eating it starts to tear my mouth up in 2 minutes ———> samyang 2X spicy hot chicken flavor ramen (i only get these at h-mart but you can get them from any other asian supermarket or online, i live in the US for reference) just realized i never tried the regular spicy ones, i’m sick. also, don’t be mad but i microwave my ramen🌚 i’m really lazy

- meiji hell panda cookies: chocolate (can be gotten from an asian supermarket or ross💀)

- ferrero rockers the regular ones-gold and brown: i usually get them at ross cause they’re cheaper💀if you get them in the grocery store be prepared to drop a bag

- welches fruit snacks: mixed fruit (because i’m abusing student prime, i like to order these at ungodly hours-40 pouches, family size- and eat it for 1 or 2 days straight with nothing else, i’ve stopped i’mma better person now😫)

- motts medleys assorted fruit snacks ^ same thing applies💀 or used to i should say

- good health veggie straws: jalapeño (VERY GOOD!), i get these from ross

- a baguette, or any type of hardish softish bread, with butter, olive oil, salt, and pepper flakes, i saw it on tiktok☺️

- mie, i’m begging if you happen to live near a corner store/bodega/poppy store get this drink: mista lotta colada juice (it’s white…but just me, it tastes like pins colada, i live in the boonies now and i miss it🥲) it’s funny cause i dead used to go in the corner store in the morning before class to get skittles and doritos (the occasional sourpatch- ABOLISH WATERMELON SOURPATCHES AND ORANGE CANDY) to eat for breakfast. and mannn those sour skittles be tearing my mouth up but it’s a small price to pay for greatness😫

- doritos: spicy nacho (red bag), sweet and spicy chili (purple bag)

- jalapeño cheetos

- CINNAMON MOTTS APPLESAUCE (WITH ADDED SUGAR BECAUSE ITS WHAT I DESERVE!)

- oreo thins: mint (yes the thins make it taste different than the regular size i will not dispute!!!)

- this isn’t a snack but it’s for breakfast—-> Eggo Thick and Fluffy waffles: madagascar vanilla (yes they’re frozen but they’re great, also a tip, instead of butter and syrup for your waffles, use butter and a little honey, not too much cause you’d probably get a stroke on impact

- a dessert—->: outshine watermelon frozen bars (popsicles), outshine creamy coconut frozen bars

i know your tired of me writing dissertations but i like living in your ask box, it’s very comfy here, i may build a cabin or somethin🐒

- none other than the folly of 🥖 anon!!!

okay but seriously this is a quite a nice digital space that you’ve fostered🥲

I love spicy food so much, but honestly, I’m not a fan of those ramen, but if they’re given to me, I’m gonna eat them 🙄🙄 fire cannot kill a dragon or whatever Uncle Iroh said. Some of these snacks are too sweet/sticky for me, but the jalapeño cheetos are the SUPREME kind of cheetos, the taste you’re exhibiting right now is off the charts. Except for mint oreos 😐 I’m not eating that shit.

I do wanna say I totally agree on the little space we’ve created here, but I feel like it’s all your guys’ doing!! Love that you guys will come into my inbox to talk about random things like your favorite snacks one day, then send me lewds about Levi the next. The range you have is unmatched and I love you for it <33

[ri-ahhh]

playing games

Hot summer days are meant for playing games  6k, basically all smut lol whoops

Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.

If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)

***

There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.

Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.

MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.

She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.

“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.

Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.

Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.

He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.

MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.

“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.

He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.

He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”

She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’

She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”

Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.

Douche.

“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.

Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.

When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”

MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.

Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”

Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”

He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”

“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.

MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”

He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”

She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.

“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”

MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.

It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.

MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.

Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.

“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”

MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.

“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”

Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.

“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.

MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”

She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.

“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”

This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.

MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.

“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.

“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.

She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.

MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”

She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.

She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”

Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”

“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.

MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”

Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”

MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.

When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.

Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.

She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.

Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.

His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.

MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.

Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”

She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.

With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.

“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”

Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.

“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.

MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”

“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.

Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.

She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.

Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”

Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”

Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.

She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.

His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”

God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.

All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.

It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.

MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.

She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.

“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.

There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.

Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.

MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.

He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.

“Hold on to me.”

MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.

Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.

Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.

MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.

“Go, Gray, please.”

Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.

The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.

Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.

“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”

“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.

With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.

She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”

A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.

Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”

A scream catches in MJ��s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.

Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?

“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.

“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.

As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”

“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”

She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.

“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”

Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”

[zephyrthesolitary]

Herbal Chronicles #3 - Good/Best Herbs for Salve Making + A Recipe for YOU!

To continue on the herb chronicles journey, I thought I’d share with you all, some recommended and easy to access herbs for salve making, talk about what are salves and also share a pretty basic but handy salve recipe to keep around your home or person for minor aches and pains.

What Is a Salve?

A salve is something applied topically to heal the skin. It can take the form of an ointment, balm, and/or cream. They are made with oils, utters, and waxes in order to create a semi-solid material. Generally, in order for salves to remain shelf-stable, no amount of liquid is applied UNLESS is the utmost smallest drops of a tincture. 

And yes, just so you know, tinctures aren’t only used orally. They can be applied topically when necessary and fit to do so!

What Types of Oils Can Be Used in Salves?

Some examples of oils that can be used in salves are:

Olive - moisturizes and hydrates the skin, fights acne causing bacteria

Coconut - has saturated fats which are responsible for holding moisture in the skin.

Sunflower - Possesses Vitamin A and Vitamin E which provide antioxidants and help repair damaged skin cells.  

Sweet Almond - Treats dry skin, reduces the appearance of scars. 

Apricot - possess anti-inflammatory properties. 

What Kind of Wax To Use?

Beeswax is the most commonly utilized wax to bind all the ingredients together. Candelilla and Carnauba are also very good alternatives but Candelilla can be difficult to find. Most times, beeswax can be found or purchased as pastilles (the little circle beads) which makes measuring very easy.

Why Use/Make Salves?

Since the ingredients in a salve are multi-functional and multi-purpose, you’ll benefit greatly using and making a salve for:

Dry Skin

Diaper Rash

Chapped Lips

Sunburns

Eczema 

Cuts and scrapes

Aches and Pains

However, there are more uses for a salve. Simply shape your recipe by the ingredients and oils to serve the purpose they are needed for. You can also pack a medicinal kick+punch by infusing your herbs in the oils. 

What are good herbs for Salve Making?

Calendula: Good for healing wounds, skin irritations including rashes, abrasions, cuts, scrapes, burns, wounds, and insect bites. Good for people with sensitive skin and babies.

Chamomile: A very healing herb. Suitable for cuts, scrapes, and other minor wounds.

Comfrey: Also known as bone-knit; good for healing cartilage, tendons, and bone. Also relieves occasional pain and swelling. Smells pretty good; sweet yet earthy.

Hibiscus: Natural acids present in hibiscus help to purify the skin by breaking down dead skin and increases cell turnover. Can help to control acne breakouts. Is a good moisturizer for skin because of its high mucilage content. Good for sensitive skin.

Lavender: Good for skin irritations, relieves minor pains; soothing and calming.

Lemon Balm: The scent alone eases stress and anxiety, contains rosmarinic acid (a chemical compound with antioxidant properties). Can also be used for cold sores. Has strong anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties/actions. Is soothing, healing and tightening on the skin. Great for acne and sunburned skin. 

Rose: Antiseptic, anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties, helps fade blemishes.

Thyme: A warming herb that soothes sores muscles. 

Yarrow: Good for bug bites and stings. The flowers stop bleeding very quickly when applied to minor wounds. Reduces swelling.

I know this isn’t the most comprehensive list but this is a simple beginners list. I recommend if you have any curiosity about making a salve with a specific type of herb that you google the name of the herb + salve recipe and you should find articles and recipes especially from herbal sites. 

Pain Relief Salve Recipe (fills 4 9 oz amber salve jars)

Ingredients:

(4) 9 oz amber salve jars

1 tablespoons of Raw Mango Butter 

4 tablespoons of Calendula Infused Oil 

12 tablespoons of Comfrey Infused Oil

2 tablespoons yellow beeswax pastilles

2 tablespoons of Coconut Oil

10 to 15 drops each of Lavender Essential Oil and Eucalyptus oil (1 dropperful of each oil).

1 dropperful of 400 IU Vitamin E oil.

Instructions: Using a double boiler (those double stacked pots people use for fondues), fill the bottom pot with a bit of water and place the top pot on the top to heat until water boils.

Once water starts to boil in the lower boiler pot, add in the above ingredients EXCEPT the essential oils and Vitamin E Oil. 

Simmer on medium-low or LOW heat for 20 minutes due to presence of butter and stir occasionally. 

Once 20 minutes has gone by, stir the mixture one more time before pouring it out in the 9 oz amber salve jars. Place them in the refrigerator to chill so to avoid the butters causing the salves to crystallize later on. 

(Please note: when adding butters to salves, you will want to heat the entire recipe on the stove for 20 minutes on a low simmer then chill the finished salve in the fridge to avoid crystallization)

Any questions about any of the above information? Comment or Inbox me, or Ask. I’d love to help out any way I can! Especially when it comes to craft I love and hold so dearly.

Next time, I hope to be able to explain and share with you all, Infused Oils. I’ll also link those two posts together so its easily referenceable! Please share and reblog or like if this was helpful. Your feedback is immensely needed and appreciated!

Until Next Time! :)

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