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perv kirishima, fluff to semi smut, massaging with oil :3

“cmon, baby,” kirishima was on you like a hound, behind and hands on your waist.. mouth on your neck. “yer so tense and mean to big ole’ me.”

“because you act like a goddamn mutt.” you were almost like katsuki, cold and hard when it came to certain things. “get off—“ you grit your teeth, but he chuckles in your ear. “what do you have planned?”

“i can feel all the knots in your back, baby.” he acts surprised, but how can he.. look at you. “do you not massage yourself or relax?” he asks, kneading his knuckles into your shoulder— eliciting a groan from you. “oh yeah, you dont ever relax..”

“im fine, riri.” you mumble.

he shakes his head, pushing you towards the bed. “uh uh, let me make you feel good, kay?” he asks, and he can see the disapproval in your eyes. “pleeassssee?” you sigh and nod, pulling your arms up and feeling your clothes be stolen from you.

“dont get any funny ideas, dog.” you roll your eyes, laying onto your stomach.

he snickers, moving first to your shoulders and digging into the dips, hearing your moans when he hits a spot good. hes slow with it, moving to your shoulder blades and he coos. “fuck, you carry stress here.” he giggles at your grunt, the knot of it going away as he moves to the line of your back to dig and slide his thumbs into your back— hearing several pops and cracks. “you gotta stop slouching, babygirl.” he reminds, watching your back relax. “thats why you get so much problems.”

“uh huh..” you moan, ignoring his tantrum of his.

he finally got to your lower back and the start of your ass, pressing his thumbs down and hearing cracks. “carry alot of stress back here, too.” he kisses the round of your ass, feeling the goosebumps raise against your skin. did he forget to tell you about the massage oil that was warming up and a muscle relaxer? you started to relax, the hardness of your heart going soft.

“kiri..” you mumble, feeling his hands massage your rear in circles.

“hm?” he grunts, squeezing the flesh.

“feels good..”

“yeah? want me to keep going?” he asks, moving to the back of your thighs. he sees your nod, him going back up and pressing kisses along your ass. “so pretty when yer bein’ good.” he jiggles and grips it, spreading you open just a bit to press a kiss to your slit.

“hey.. easy..” you mumble, pressing your hand against his head.

“seems like your body knows what it wants.” he kissed your palm, staring at you over your ass. he winks with his left eye, his tongue poking out for a moment to alert you. “i wont do anything you dont want..” he grins, licking from your slit to your neck and kisses you.

he tastes like peaches.

“did— did you just kiss me with oil lips?” you groan, too relaxed and almost tired.

“its edible.” he argues back, sitting on your legs to work into your shoulders. “now hush it so i can be a man and make his woman feel good.”

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Aadhunik Ayurveda is known among the leading manufacturers, distributors, and suppliers of organic cold-pressed jojoba oil in India. The oil is extracted naturally from the seeds of jojoba pants by using the cold pressing process. 

Aadhunik Ayurveda is involved with farmers at the grass root level to cultivate quality jojoba seeds for producing quality jojoba oil. The Jojoba plant is a shrub that does not shed its leaves with the exchange in season.

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Manufacturing of jojoba oil at Aadhunik Ayurveda

Aadhunik Ayurveda provides the best jojoba oil of premium quality, pure, additive-free, and manufactured following international standards. Our manufacturing unit has all the advanced machinery and different  resources that add to our usual process and help us hold hygiene and quality and excellent requirements of our offered jojoba seed oils. We thoroughly handle everything with extreme care and attention to detail, which helps us ensure the flawless and effectiveness of our cold-pressed  oil. Furthermore, we stick to the client pride policy and check the jojoba oil parameters in the lab - authenticity on multiple grounds before dispatching it.

Cold-pressed jojoba oil is very light and non-greasy oil, quick to absorb without causing any stickiness. Therefore it is a desired moisturizer for oily acne pimple-prone skin(non-comedogenic) and sensitive pores and skin with low sebum-generating ability.

Aadhunik Ayurveda is one of the best ISO & GMP certified manufacturer-wholesaler-supplier and retailers of edible jojoba oil in India.

Usage of cold-pressed jojoba oil 

The oil is generally a form of liquid wax. It is a vital ingredient in a number of different cosmetic products, mainly those which might be advertised as being prepared from completely natural products. The oil is closest to the oil produced by human skin that heals skin, protects it from external toxins, and is used in cosmetic products to treat dryness of the skin. The oil works as a tonic moisturizer and emollient. 

Some topical uses are here:

- Acne

- Psoriasis

- Sunburn 

- Chapped skin

- Balding

- Eczema

The organic jojoba oil can add to the shelf lives of the other carrier oils and is very commonly used  in aromatherapy because of its skin n hair care properties. The oil is  also used extensively by massage therapists in a very small amount to mix with the other carrier oils.

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Aadhunik Ayurveda is one of the best manufacturers, suppliers, and exporters of pure cold-pressed jojoba oil from India. No one does it with the quality that Aadhunik Ayurveda works. We can provide your bulk  orders without compromising on quality. We ensure our products comply with global industry norms. Our manufacturing unit is equipped with excellent manufacturing resources that help us process and pack jojoba oil following hygiene practices. Aadhunik Ayurveda offers the 100% organic and purest form of jojoba oil to our customers, no chemicals, additives, or fillers are added to them. They additionally do not contain any artificial colors, preservatives, and fragrances. 

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[deansapplepie]

Ya’re also good at keeping me on track

Summary: Your hands are hurt and Daryl take care of them.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: Indulging myself a little since I’m sewing the crochet cardigan I’m making and my hands hurt.

You were the seamstress of the community, that had been your job for a long time. Making clothes edible to dress, fixing them and making them fit. A job that became worse when the winter was close. You always had much job this time of the year, you felt in your core the necessity to fix as much clothes as you could… to even make them if necessary, you just didn’t want your family, friends and all the children feeling cold.

Also because of that, your hands were always hurt. Your fingers were sore by pulling threads all day, the tip of your fingers hurt because of the times you accidentally sticked the needle on them. Your wrists were in pain by the repetitive movements, and your back… you didn’t even wanted to think about it.

All of that was forgotten by the end of the day, when your lover had to stop you and tell it was enough. “C’mere.” Daryl would gently say as he took the fabric and needle from your hand and put them away in a basket.

“I was just finishing this one…” You would almost pout when telling him, but definitely not fight, never fight. The way you saw this moment was like him saving you from yourself.

“Ya always say that sweetheart.” He said as he sat you on the bed. “Now let me see these beautiful hands.”

“I’m just worried people will be warm on winter.” You explained as you let him examine your hands.

“Well, I’ll look for clothes if that means ya’re not pushing yourself much.” Of course he would throw this card, always the provider, always scavenging for supplies.

“You won’t Mr. Dixon.” You replied, a serious but worried look on your face. “If I sew this much everyday is to guarantee you’re not risking yourself for it.”

“Looking for supplies is basically my job, darling.” He said as he ran his hands on yours with some cream and what scented as essential oil.

“Hunting is also your job.”

“Also risky, sunshine.” He pointed out while he finished his work on spreading the ointment.

“Anyways, sewing clothes is my job and the only thing I’m useful in the community. So… let me do it.” You answered and observed as he put some bandages around your hands so it would protect it from the sensitivity and let it absorb the ointment.

“Ya’re also good at keeping me on track.” He said as he finished his job.

“Cheesy.” You teased him.

“But ya love me.”

“I really do.”

You leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss on his lips.

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In Harmless Indulgence | Meronia

Pairing ◈ Mello/Near

Word count ◈ 1,569

Info & Warnings ◈ Post-canon, Autistic Near, Mello POV, Mutual Pining

Author's notes ◈ Written for this year's @meroniaevent! The prompt I chose was "scars."

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Mello treats his scars while contemplating Near's own.

The room was dim and cosy. The gel cold, as it touched his marred skin.

Near eyed him across the breakroom’s kitchenette, eating some child’s excuse for a meal like plain rice and tuna, or chicken nuggets with ketchup. He wasn’t even facing Mello, head lowered to better eat his gruel. He looked over at him through his lashes, right under his brow bone. It made him look angry when he did so. Perhaps he was, Mello was never certain.

“Don’t like me oiling up on your couch?” Mello asked, raising a brow. He felt like lounging back on the couch he sat on for the sole purpose of riling him up, pressing his naked torso lathered in product all over the soft, no doubt expensive seating. He resisted the temptation with effort; small victories of the daily inner struggle, he supposed.

Near looked down to his food, breaking eye contact in haste.

“It’s not my couch.”

He laughed in disbelief.

“Sure. It’s the office’s state sponsored couch. The office you’re in charge of. Your office.”

He kept rubbing the cool ointment onto his shoulder absentmindedly, fingers running over every ridge and valley until the dry, sore feeling dissipated.

Near looked up at him once more, the corners of his lips twisting minutely into something of a frown. It made Mello want to roll his eyes before the answer even spilled from his lips.

“To answer your question,” he said softly, “no, it does not bother me.”

“Then why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

He dipped his fingers into the tub of gel and lathered it closer to his neck this time, over his collarbone and up his throat. He winced, but continued. Two rounds of fire to the skin were bound to make the scars more tender. Mello’s great reward for a selfless fucking deed. Wasn’t he so damn lucky?

“There’s nothing else to look at,” he said simply. Mello wasn’t sure why, but something about it felt like an awkward fib. Near wasn’t a fibber, though.

“I’m entertainment, then?” His lips quirked up in a smile, one he didn’t bother reaching his eyes.

Near stared at him unmoving for a couple of seconds. No chewing, no poking at his food. Very eerie, but also very Near.

“Sure,” he said simply before lowering his gaze once more to gather his food and thrust it into his mouth gingerly.

In silence, Mello continued his routine, regarding Near carefully as he sat so comfortably on one of the lounge’s dining chairs. When he joined their operation a couple of months back, he found Near had gotten real good ones, the more expensive types with soft pillowy seats that wouldn’t chafe or catch his sensitive skin. Mello had only ever covered his body in leather and polyester, so it didn’t touch him sideways, but as the weather warmed, Near began showing more skin. At first, he simply rolled his sleeves, but then changed to a cotton white t-shirt. Now though, deep into July, and nearing August, Near wouldn’t leave his room without a pair of cotton white pyjama shorts. They were short, too, barely covering half his pale thighs.

Mello never stopped himself from staring. It was a free show, after all.

His skin, so milky white, was pinker at the knees. The shade was bright and cool against the gentle slope of his thigh, illuminated by the harsh white lights he loved so much. They left little to the imagination, painting his flesh in all its naked truth where shade might have covered imperfections.

Mello knew where to find it, he always did. It was his doing, the one slash he’d never forget in intricate detail.

Right beneath where his shorts ended, near the inside of his thigh where his muscles clenched and relaxed in the midst of his less than edible meal, was a thin, red line.

It was Mello’s doing, all of ten years prior, an accident he henceforth always referred to as a warning, as to keep Near at arm’s length. Today, it was a souvenir of times they’d never get back, but also of a connection they’d never shake.

Round and round in circles they went, Mello pushing and pulling Near in all directions with explosive anger, as Near pushed and pulled harder in response, quiet and still as night. At the end of their dance, Mello ended up maimed beyond repair, but it did lead to a different fight that had always lingered beneath the surface.

Near was eyeing him again, just as focused on him as Mello had been on Near. He’d been enjoying their routine as of late, of the quiet company they shared after dinner as he mended his burn wounds. Near watched attentively as his fingers dipped and rose across his torso, down his chest and over his abdomen. His skin was too red, too textured and dark to resemble that of a desirable man, but he soaked up the attention greedily nonetheless. Who was he to deny himself that innocent pleasure when he did so much worse?

During these times of peace, as he watched the thin red line he’d cut years prior, he’d imagine himself between them. He wondered what it felt like, most of all. Was it bumpy like his own skin? Or was it as imperceptible to the touch as it was subtle to the eye?

Would he feel that difference if he traced it over with his tongue? And if he did so, what would he taste like? His body looked silky-soft to the touch, the whole expanse of skin and not just the scar. Were he between his legs he’d lay his hands on him and decipher this puzzle on his own. With thumbs digging into his softer inner thigh and fingers travelling over the tops and sides, he’d be able to make a keen assessment, of that he was sure.

Mello soon finished soothing the last few patches of sore skin, closing the lid of the gel container and putting a long sleeved cotton t-shirt on to protect the treatment. It had a fine texture, soft like the one in Near’s preferred wardrobe. As he got up and neared the kitchenette, he wondered what Near would look like in it. It was a faded black shade with bold, sharp lettering at the front, the complete opposite of the stark white he favoured. It could look good, enhancing the brittle pale of his skin. Perhaps it would even fall below his hips and cover the very tops of his thighs, legs in full display, taunting despite its innocence.

He opened the fridge and made a sandwich with whatever leftovers he could find and sat beside Near, avoiding his eyes all the while. They finished their meals in silence after some time, a brief respite they both needed after the usual hectic day. Arguing and bouncing ideas off each other in the office was the norm as of late as they worked cases together, at first keeping mostly to themselves as they reacclimatised to the other’s presence, and later warming up as they found a rhythm in the chaos. They were slowly turning into a well oiled machine, slowly being the key word, but the results were self-evident.

He glanced down to where Near sat, finishing his– Ah, so it was mashed potatoes and sausages, it seemed. Close enough. Lower at his lap though, he peeked at his thighs.

“If you ever, hum,” he hesitated, so unlike himself as he tried to bridge a gap that felt like water under his feet. “If you ever wanna spice up your wardrobe with a little colour, I’m your guy.”

Near hummed, scraping his plate for the last few bits of smeared mash left meekly.

“You know I like white.”

Mello cursed himself internally. And then he cursed Near twice as hard.

“Yes,” he said, mildly aggravated. “But it could be… Fun, I suppose. You don’t seem to have much of that around here, anyways.”

Near was quiet for a moment, leaving Mello’s nerves buzzing as his leg bounced anxiously.

“I would have to be cotton,” he said as he turned to face him. “And it has to be washed at high temperatures, with scentless fabric softener.”

“Yeah, of course.” Mello looked at him in confusion. “You think I didn’t think of that?”

“Yes.” His grey eyes wide and unblinking.

“Well you should know better,” he forced his voice into a harsh tone, as though it were an annoyance from how obvious it all was, how his deliberate, near-obsessive observations were nothing if not a part of normality. “Your idiosyncrasies are so bloody annoying they’re hard to even forget.”

Near looked at him intently, eyes and pupils minutely wider than usual. Observing, dissecting, analysing quietly, his most prominent MO.

“Sure,” he finally said, but not before giving Mello a poorly disguised once-over. “But no black.”

He twisted his mouth, displeased, but nodded anyways, making room for compromise.

“No black,” he echoed.

“I need to ease into it,” Near added, glancing somewhat bashfully at him behind his white tuft of hair. “It would be too jarring a transition for now… But I’m not against it.”

Mello licked his lips, taking in a greedy gulp of air and nodding, brows and frown set despite the great pleasure of getting his way.

“Yeah, alright,” he postured. “I can deal with that.”

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A Solvent Extraction Plant is a key component of the edible oil industry, utilizing specialized machinery to extract oils from seeds and other raw materials. Solvent extraction machineries are essential industrial equipment designed to efficiently extract oils and valuable compounds. The oil-rich miscella is then processed in an Oil Refinery Plant, where it undergoes degumming, neutralization, and other refining processes to produce high-quality edible oils. In contrast, Oil Expeller Plants use mechanical presses to extract oil from seeds without the use of solvents, and they are preferred for producing cold-pressed oils. Various Edible Oil Equipment and Cooking Oil Plants are integral to the industry, providing the necessary tools and machinery to efficiently process and refine oils for consumption and industrial applications.

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BOSTON...Harpoon Brewery – the maker of New England's first IPA – is dipping their toes into new territory with the launch of their first THC-based beverage: Rec. Weed. Made in partnership with Massachusetts' Novel Beverage Company, Rec. Weed is a hop-forward yet approachable beverage made with 5 milligrams of THC, real passionfruit puree, green tea, and hops at only 25 calories and 3 grams of sugar per can. With tropical juiciness and citrusy hop notes, Rec. Weed has a clean, crisp finish that encourages consumers to kick back at the end of a long day and unwind with a new kind of drink in their hand.

"The adult beverage space is constantly evolving. With THC now legalized in states across much of the country – especially here in the Northeast – we saw not only high demand for a THC-based beverage, but an opportunity to experiment in a way that would uniquely leverage our strengths in the beer world," said Dan Kenary, CEO and co-founder of Harpoon. "We knew we had to find the right partner to help craft Rec. Weed, and Novel Beverage Co.'s vast knowledge of the industry and strong New England roots made them the ideal team to work with on this release."

Rec. Weed is brewed similarly to a session ale but without fermentation, meaning it has no alcohol content. The process starts with a base of green tea and a bit of added sugar, followed by the cold steeping of Citra and other West Coast hop oils and passionfruit puree. After the steeping process, THC is added to the liquid base, and the beverage is carbonated like a traditional beer. This process imparts minimal THC flavor or aroma. And because the THC is absorbed into the liquid, people feel its effects quicker than with more common edibles.

"Our consumers come to us with an innate curiosity to try new THC products from brands they can trust. Rec. Weed meets them at the intersection of what they want – a buzz through a non-alcoholic and low-calorie beverage that doesn't sacrifice on taste," Donald Wyse, COO of Seagrass Dispensary in Salem, MA. "Both Harpoon's and Novel Beverage Co.'s expertise in their respective fields contributed to creating an exciting product we know our consumers will love. We're excited to roll Rec. Weed out."

The launch of Rec. Weed marks the second step into marijuana-inspired products for Harpoon's parent company, Mass. Bay Brewing Company, with the first being Long Trail's CBD Seltzer. The CBD seltzers are non-alcoholic, hemp-infused seltzers that pay homage to a classic Long Trail flavor. They are available in the following flavors: Raspberry Lime, Blueberry Melon and Blackberry. Long Trail's CBD Seltzer can be purchased at Long Trail Tap Room in Bridgewater Corners, VT and is also distributed in MA, VT, RI, CT, and NJ. Find it today using the Long Trail Beer Finder.

Rec. Weed will be available in 12 oz. slim cans with a suggested retail price of $6.99. It will be available year-round at recreational dispensaries throughout Massachusetts. Must be 21+ to purchase. Visit www.drinkrecweed.com for more information.

About the Harpoon Brewery: The Harpoon Brewery was founded in 1986 by beer lovers who wanted more and better beer options. When the Brewery was founded, Harpoon was issued Brewing Permit #001 by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, since it was the first to brew commercially in Boston after a dormant period of about 25 years. Since then, it has expanded to a second brewery in Windsor, VT. Harpoon's line of craft beer features its award-winning IPA and seasonal beers, along with special limited releases. In 2014, Harpoon became an employee-owned company.

About Novel Beverage Company: Novel Beverage Co. (Novel) is the northeast United States premier manufacturer of THC infused beverages. Operating state-of-the-art production and packaging facilities in Scarborough, Maine and Salisbury, Massachusetts, Novel is locally owned and operated, with a team combining decades of experience in both cannabis and beverage production to bring safe, consistent, delicious ready-to-drink beverages dosed with just the right amount of THC. Novel's diverse line of products can be found in most adult use cannabis retail stores.

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Aktuelle Tagessuppe / Café Liebling's Lieblings-Passanten (05.02.2025)

I never tried the soup here. A blackboard a-frame is leaned against the wall in front of me and advertises a soup of the day, but right now the otherwise empty board denies my appetite of that fantasy. The blank space politely says "no soup for you."

I'm taking up more than my fair share of space, hunched over a computer with the floor to ceiling windows at my arched back, warming my ass above the radiator at the biggest table in my favorite café. I usually don't have to order my drink, they bring out a flat white with oat milk after I sit down. The staff knows I'll move to a smaller table if the place fills up because I’m not a pest, that I'll hop up to hold the door for strollers simply because it’s for the best, that I usually have dog treats in my backpack but understand it's not culturally acceptable to offer this to strangers' pets. They know I’m not vegan but that I like their ethical chocolate Franzbrötchen. They know I'll sit in silence and order if they ask, they know I’ll quip a polite Kein Stress when they're scurrying and stressing, they know that I always have a lighter and will roll one for them during a rush or quickly, gladly even, step out to puff and pass. They know I've lived in Germany for a while now. They know I’m definitely not from here.

I’m notoriously bad with names. Ms. Burgundy (and dressed all black and pierced and spritely and kind-eyed) knelt down before the monolith and scrawled Gemüsebouillion mit Kartoffel, Paprika, und Lauch. I’m thinking of trying it. 

Soups you pay for taste different than those made at home, where they’re usually last resorts for saving softening vegetables — concoctions of all things dying in the fridge. I can smoke a pot with too much olive oil and whip a fond from wilted broccoli and sprouted potatoes and limp carrots and blackened mushrooms and milky onions, beat it with clumps of flour, scrape it from the pot with too much veggie stock and save it, if I can, with an airy carton of cream before it can curdle in the fridge. It turns out fine. Nothing people will line up for, cut in line for, neatly align the silverware for or crowd a table for. I’m happy if I can save the Lebensmittel and turn them into something edible. But a soup made with intent, now that’s something worth slurping down. Scraping by leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

I am often just an observer. While I like this about myself, I also find it odd how comfortably unattached I am from the people in this crowded café. When my ears need a break I’ll mute the headphones and catch breaths of conversation between the people chewing on their sandwiches and salads and words, taking care to watch only from the shadows of my peripheral vision, often staring at the screen until it eventually sleeps and shows my reflection. I tend to regularly touch the trackpad to prevent this. 

I stand up to stretch my back, roll one, and walk up and down the street outside to feel the breath across my tongue. Across from the café there’s an entrance to an apartment tucked between a handmade clothing shop and a medieval stone wall. I like to watch the woman behind the sewing machine, but only in passing. Sometimes I pace along the old wall and admire the chisel marks in the romanesque windows. If it’s raining or windy or cold I like to stand in the nook watching people walk past. 

I’ll ask young parents about the breed, saying it’s too small to be a true Australian shepherd and too calm to not be an adult. They reply that it’s a teacup variant and she’s rarely like this, and she pulls them away. I’ll hold my thumb up as if asking to hitch a ride as a man rides past on a rickety tandem bicycle. He laughs and rides on. I’ll offer my lighter to a woman wearing an old fur coat as she scrounges through her purse, a Winston pressed between arthritic knuckles, its filter printed with lipstick. She swears she just had one, maybe she left it at a different café. She cups her navy blue talons to block the wind and motions for me to light it for her. I hand her a box of matches, saying they were free and I don’t need them. She thanks me and leaves. I pace a while longer, watching people in passing, ignoring my reflection in the café’s huge windows. The café is more crowded now. I ash and walk back in, moving my things to my other table in the corner. I think I’m going to order the soup. The cigarettes left a bad taste in my mouth. 

Mr. Blonde (and in drummer’s shoes and a leaf tattooed along the nape of his neck and still and understanding-eyed) asks if I need anything. By now I’ve had six shots of espresso from the three flat whites. He slides a glass of water across the table, with muted hints of cucumber and lime. 

He says he’ll bring me a bowl.

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Benefits:-

Improves the skin health making it look nourished and healthy

Reduce dryness, lighten scars and spots and delay ageing

Provide relief from backaches, muscular strains & spasm and rheumatic pains

Strengths the bone tissues and tones the muscles

Relaxes mind & body with aromatic & therapeutic herbs

Holistic care for body, skin & hair

100% mineral oil-free and other synthetics

Time- tested herbs & oils blend

100% chemical & preservative free. Read more about Herbs infused in NUTS & SEEDS Body Massage Oil.