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makethatelevenrings · 2 years ago

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Missing You // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, minors begone. I’m so serious about this. Go away.

Summary: After a long day of not seeing your husband, your reunion exceeds expectations.

It was late when he got in. You didn’t even realize Bruce came home until you were awoken with a gentle touch to your shoulder. A sharp breath escaped you and your husband whispered out an apology.

“Hey,” you greeted in a rough, sleep-coated voice. “What time is it?”

“Five,” he answered. He already showered and dressed in sweats and a cotton t-shirt. Water still clung to his dark hair which made the slick strands curl up against his collar. You reached up and smoothed your fingers over the back of his head, eliciting a small smile from him.

“I missed you,” you murmured. He bent down and slipped his arms around your lower back. Your legs went around his waist, but you knew you didn’t need to cling tightly. Bruce would never drop you.

“Missed you too, darling,” he said as he pulled you into his arms. You rested your cheek against his shoulder and ran your hands up and down his back as he carried you towards the elevator that led to the door out of the cave. The austere rock walls shifted into the soft, wallpaper lined walls of the manor.

It had been a long day for both of you. Bruce was still in bed when you left him to head to Wayne Enterprises and handle the piles of paperwork that had taken root on your desk. That combined with numerous meetings and you didn’t get home until he was already out on patrol. Sitting in the cave and watching over his movements on the streets of Gotham was a small comfort from actually seeing him and feeling him.

“God, you smell good,” you moaned against the skin of his neck. He chuckled as he pushed the door to your bedroom open.

“My wife buys my shampoo and body wash,” he teased.

“She’s a smart woman.”

He set you down gently on the bed but didn’t step away to move to his side. Instead, Bruce leaned in and kissed you with the tender touch of a man desperately in love. You tilted your head to get a better angle and nibbled on his bottom lip. He huffed out a laugh but granted you access so you could taste the remnants of his mint toothpaste.

“How tired are you tonight?” you asked once you pulled away for air.

“Depends on why you’re asking,” he said as your hands fell to the waistband of his sweatpants. You grinned and grabbed his hips to maneuver him to lay back on the bed. Bruce watched as you moved off the bed and stood in between his legs. Slowly, teasingly, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it onto the ground before the rest of your clothes quickly followed.

Resting your hands on the edge of his waistband, you raised your head to look at him in a silent question. He nodded and you eased his pants off. The thick curve of his cock was already thickening up and you wrapped your hand around it, stroking your hand up and down his length. Precum helped slicken up the traction and soon, he was fully erect and waiting.

You threw one of your legs over his hips and guided the tip of him into your waiting, wet cunt. Sometimes you needed prep and Bruce was always willing to help, but you had been practically soaking through your pants at work thinking about him and his sexy fucking body.

Sinking down onto his cock was a glorious experience. It was as if he was a missing puzzle piece. You never felt so full and filled as you did when you were with Bruce. A shaky breath escaped you as you settled down, taking him fully. His hands landed on your hips and you met his gaze.

“Always so good for me,” he said in that low, hoarse voice that bordered just on the edge of the one he used on the streets of Gotham. Heat pulsed between your legs and you rocked forward, relishing in the drag of his length against your hot, wet cunt.

You leaned down to capture his lips once more as your hips rose and fell along his cock. Little grunts and pleased groans escaped him and you burned with pleasure at the thought of how you were the only woman who would ever see him like this. The Bat of Gotham was pliant putty in your hands, waiting to be molded and consumed by you.

“Missed you so much,” you whispered as you mouthed along his jaw. One of your hands came down to rest between the two of you, your finger moving to slide against the bundle of nerves that rested at the top of your cunt.

“Missed you more,” he grunted. Bruce carefully flipped you onto your back, one of his hands going up to rest on the headboard and the other cradling your hips as he pulled out and slid back in with a forceful slide of his hips. Your lips parted in a silent gasp as he filled you once more and he chuckled, running his nose along your cheek before dipping his lips to press against yours.

His hand moved from the headboard to cradle your head against his neck as he made love to you. Helplessly consumed with the tingling shocks of pleasure that grew and built in your stomach, you simply wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him impossibly closer.

“I’m never letting you leave this bed,” you moaned. You could feel him smirk against your temple as he bottomed out once more and you whimpered, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Let me hear those pretty noises, darling. Don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” For a man who was normally so quiet, you always knew he was close because he would start to ramble like a sinner confessing all of his mistakes. “I miss you anytime I don’t see you. I never knew peace until I met you. You’re so good to me, my sweet girl. That’s right. My girl. My wife. And no one will ever hurt my wife. I won’t let them.”

He hiked your leg up further and you whined as he reached a new angle inside of you. He reached down and rubbed your clit, egging on the orgasm that finally peaked and washed over you.

“Shit,” you whimpered. “Shit Bruce, fuck, yes.”

Bruce buried himself into you and you felt the pulse of his cock and the warmth of his cum coat your walls. You peppered kisses against his cheek and then laid your head back on the pillow to regain your breath.

“That was hot and all,” you panted. “But I’d much rather see you at least once a day.”

“Agreed.” Your husband kissed your temple and then sighed. “And now we have to shower again.”

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musclejedi-tameem · 5 months ago

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It had been a long day of travel for Isaac. Vacation was supposed to be fun and relaxing but the last 24 hours had been anything but. Constant delays in his flights had him arriving at his destination later than planned and on top of that his luggage was lost and wouldn’t be delivered until the next day! At least the island resort he was staying at seemed nice enough. The clerk was even kind enough to give him a change of clothes to wear until his luggage came. When Isaac got to his room he looked out at the beach but decided to take a shower before doing anything, he stank from 24 hours of solid travel. So he hopped in the shower and cleaned up. The provided soap and shampoo smelled good, very manly he thought. On getting out he opened the bag of clothes from the clerk. It was a light blue tank top, black gym shorts and a dark blue jock strap. Isaac wasn’t into any of that normal but it was clean clothes so he figure he should use them, they were free too after all. Putting them on he realized that they were to big for him but as soon as he noticed that he began to feel off. He was sweating heavily and then his body started to grow! He groaned as he began to get taller and his body began to fill in with muscle. His nonexistent pecs swelled heavily until they were two massive slabs of meat pushing out his tank. He groaned again, deeper now, as his shoulders rounded out and his traps push up behind his thick neck. His arms thickened quickly two as his skin got tanner. He looked down and could see 8 thick abs popping into existence on his stomach area and the it hit him. He almost doubled over as his legs swelled to thick tree trunks with big hairy feet to support them. Between his now massive thighs he felt his cock growing longer and thicker getting almost 11’’ long and 2’’ thick. His balls swelled with new testosterone and dropped heavily like two oranges between his legs. The massive size of his legs pushed his package forward in his jock strap and made it plainly visible under his shorts. With all that done his face changed and got older becoming late 40s and his hair changed to a short jock hairstyle. His beard grew out nice and full on his chiseled jaw line too. And his skin finished darkening as tattoos appeared on his arms. Isaac was gone, now all that was left was Reza, the husband of the clerk/owner of the resort and the fitness trainer at the outdoor gym. Reza stretched and looked in the mirror. He smiled and gave a thumbs up to himself. “Looking good man” he tumbled in his deep Arabic accented voice. He looked at the clock and knew he needed to get down to the gym to start training his clients. But boy was he horny. His husband was gonna get his ass pounded tonight for sure. Reza walked out of their apartment and down to the gym where he began pumping iron while he waited for his clients. His husband passed and gave him a hug. Reza loved him so much and was ready to give him a night to remember that evening.

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charlott2n · 6 months ago

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idk what that saw trap dude was on but you look adorable!! also what's your hair care routine it looks so soft

i get this question a lot but its just loreal thickening shampoo and i feel weird about that😭 should i be doing more??

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himbos-hotline · 3 months ago

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Going on anon for this one, object penetration with the golden lovers, perhaps :]

Call him "Daddy" while I holler [Man, that boy so damn good looking]

2.2k words | smuttober | daddy kink | trans man Kota

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Kenny doesn't know why Kota shies away from him when his lips start to travel further than the curve of his neck or why his hands tug nervously around his shirt as if trying to keep himself wrapped up. Kenny follows Kota's shadow across the bedroom wall as he changes in the bathroom; he listens to the scratch of his slippers and frowns to himself. He stands slowly, wanders around their small apartment as if debating with himself before his face steels and he sticks his feet into his slippers and knocks politely on the door waiting for Kota's curious hum to buzz through the bathroom door.

"Ibu?" He calls just a little quieter than normal and there's a thud behind the door, loud enough that worry sparks its way up Kenny's spine and as he mentally apologizes to whoever is listening, he shoves the door open. He studies Kota's face; the wide eyes, the downturned half open mouth, he blinks at him and Kenny smiles, almost too relieved that a bottle of shampoo is leaking at Kota's feet. "I thought you were hurt." He explains as Kota digs the towel that he's clinging too tighter against his chest.

"You..scared me." Kota mumbles, polished round nails picking at stray white fabric. "I was going too.." He nods behind him to the running water that pools around the drain. His nervous hands pull the towel tighter when Kenny steps closer, wrapping a hand around the base of Kota's wrist.

"What are you hiding? Are you hurt?" His lips pucker a little when Kota's head shakes just soft enough that dry hair twists and shifts across ashamed looking eyes. "If you're not hurt, why are you hiding?" Kota studies Kenny's face for what feels like forever before the corner of his soft eyes crumble and he sighs, dropping the towel. "You have scars?" Kenny whispers, cupping the slashes across his chest with his eyes. And then he smiles; bright and warm and soft enough that Kota's parted lips, press back together. "Is that why you change in here?"

"I didn't want you to see.." Kota admits, nervous hands starting to pick at the hem of his boxers. His voice ebbs like he's ashamed and Kenny just sighs. "You are ashamed!" Kota's voice is wobbling and through the worry that fills his voice, Kenny can pick up on the fearful tears, Kota's hands flail, shoving against Kenny's shirt but Kenny's arms tighten more on his upper arms, squeezing until Kota tucks himself in the crook of his neck, sobbing.

Kenny just holds him until the smell of the shampoo fills his brain and Kota's sniffling stills in his ears. He cradles him softly between his hands, thumb smoothing over the bruises that have started to form. "Ibu, why would you think that would change just because-" Kenny nods at the scars. "It doesn't change who you are..or that I love you." The words come out so easily that Kenny almost doesn't register that he's said it until Kota's leant up and his lips have pressed so deep against Kenny's that it almost hurts. He swallows the taste of him and lets Kota kiss him until his teeth drag across the fat of his bottom lip and Kenny pulls slowly away for air, licking Kota's spit into his mouth as he does so. "What was that for?" He giggles through heavy breaths and Kota just smiles, tugging Kenny back out the bathroom. "Ibu the shower!" Kenny laughs again, pointing over Kota's shoulder.

"In there?" Kota nods and suddenly the breathless flush that's decorated Kenny's cheeks gets darker. He smiles just a little shyly as the two of them gaze at one another, the air around them thickens with every intake of air Kenny takes before he leans up and kisses Kota again, heavy enough that he becomes malleable and soft in his arms. The water is almost too hot against the top of Kenny's head, almost like the droplets that stick his tank top to the back of his spine are just as warm and inviting as the way that Kota's lips and teeth drag across the nape of his neck. The warmth of the flat of his tongue makes Kenny whimper, almost choking on the water that fills his mouth almost too quickly. It's enough to make Kota giggle against his skin and Kenny laughs back just a little, using the pause in the pleasure to pull his shorts and shirt off, it's a lot less sexy then Kenny imagined it as it gets stuck over his face.

Kota's fingers hook around the knotted up tank top and with his help, Kenny wiggles free and for a few moments the two of them stare at one another, studying the softness in each other's faces. "I love you." Kenny whispers again and Kota flashes the same crooked smile Kenny remembered when he sat overwhelmed with affection. He kisses Kota's nose softly chuckling as it twitches "Like a bunny." He whispers and Kenny nudges their noses together, smiling under the pounding water of the shower.

Kota smiles a little more, giggling as he kisses and bites against the curve of Kenny's jaw. "Gonna fuck you like a man." Kota whispers, nipping against the cone of Kenny's ear pulling back just a little when the blush on Kenny's cheeks floats down his chest almost as if Kota can follow the way his veins open under his skin. "You like that?" Kota asks, pushing wet hair off his face and when Kenny nods, Kota just grins, pressing the palm of his hand against Kenny's hip so he can turn around. "Stay like that. Please." Kota asks, squeezing Kenny's hip, he kisses his shoulder blade almost as if he's being polite as he stumbles out the shower, hopping over the pool of shampoo that now sits, half washed away, half bubbling on the floor by their tossed away clothes.

Kenny does exactly what he's told to do. He stands; legs half spread with his forehead pressed against the wet tiles. He soaks in the way his blood pools, hot and warm in the pit of his stomach. He's half hard by the time Kota returns, humming a little to himself. He presses his hand against one of Kenny's asscheeks giggling when he flinches just a little. "Did I scare you?"

"You're cold." Kenny complains, voice soft and breathy against the grout of the tiles. He feels Kota's hand move off his ass and the whimper that slides through his lips is almost pornographic, just enough to make Kota squeeze his hand before settling them above his head. Kenny lets him, feeling Kota's cold chest press against his warm spine. He sighs a little, closing his eyes as Kota works him open, sliding two cold fingers inside him.

"You're gonna warm me up lover." Kota whispers and the edge in his voice makes Kenny's cock tremble against his chest. Kenny nods against the wet tiles, letting broken half moans fall from his lips until he's gasping and opening around Kota's fingers, he counts how many Kota slides in until his fingers twist against a bundle of nerves and Kenny's knees almost fall out from under him, Kota coos a little in his ear, kissing his neck softly as he pulls his fingers out slowly leaving Kenny trembling pathetically under the hot water. "What's wrong?" Kota asks slowly, bending down to kiss the bottom of Kenny's spine. He stands slowly, pressing kisses up the vertebrae of Kenny's spine until the two of them are blinking at one another under the water.

"Need you." Kenny stumbles through the words, breathing heavy. He frowns a little when Kota just clicks his tongue and mumbles something that Kenny doesn't quite hear over the roar of the shower in Japanese. "Hey." He whispers, voice soft and playfully annoyed. He just hit bottom lip out in a pout and he whimpers when Kota kisses him hard enough that Kenny ends up licking into the inside of his mouth with the desperation of a starving dog. "Daddy, please" Kenny whispers, the words slipping into Kota's mouth.

"Daddy” Kota's head cocks to the side for a few seconds before he flashes a crooked half-smile, Kenny watches how the cogs turn in his head, how the inside of Kota's thighs are slick and shimmering under the bright bathroom lights. It makes his head spin when Kota sticks a hand into the front of his boxers, his eyes float closed for what feels like forever as Kenny studies the way his face opens as Kota fingers himself, just enough to get his own wetness on his fingers. He steps closer to Kenny again and using his free hand, forces his mouth open until Kenny's warm mouth can fit his two fingers inside. "Suck." Kota commands and Kenny already has his tongue collecting it. He moans at the feeling of Kota's fingers twitching against the inside of his cheeks, the way Kota tastes as Kenny swallows him down. He makes a mental note through his foggy mind to make him cum later as Kota pulls his fingers away and finally strips his wet boxers off. Kota points forwards and Kenny, obediently turns back to press his face against the tiles. Kota turns the water off and Kenny listens to the pipes gurgling.

The buzzing starts slowly. A gentle rhythmic pattern that makes Kenny's mind feel heavy. He hears Kota whimper behind him and imagines him rubbing the buzzing machine against his sensitive T-dick and Kenny has to grip his hands together above his head to stop himself from wrapping a frantic hand around his twitching leaking cock. He moans, feeling Kota slowly pushing the vibrator through the tightening ring of his asshole and Kenny instantly falls in love with the feeling of Kota inside of him. Each bundle of nerves comes alight under the machine and Kenny falls apart, moaning and begging for more.

Kota whimpers behind him; pressing his front against his back. "Feel me inside you baby?" He whispers and Kenny just sobs in pleasure as reply, the sound drowns out louder and longer when Kota starts moving, slowly at first before he almost can't help himself, he pounds into Kenny heavy enough that it almost makes his wrist hurt. Sweat and the last of the water mix on Kenny's arching back and soon he's begging Kota for more, to go faster and Kenny listens to how the the vibrator turns louder and heavier against him.

He nods frantically when Kota asks him again, slamming one hand against his asscheeks. "Yes daddy! I feel you!" He yells, digging his nails into the fat of his own hands. His cock aches for pleasure but Kota just hums, kissing his cheek, whispering praises in a stuttering mix of japanese and english, Kenny can't focus on either language enough to understand what he's saying. But Kota's voice is so filled with desire and lust that he almost feels himself blooming with love under him, he must be doing something right.

He's so close, he can feel how his balls draw tighter and closer to him as he moans and whimpers and begs Kota to touch him. "I-I’ve been good! I promise!" Kenny begs almost sobbing as Kota slides the slowly around through him and he gasps when he pauses, the tip of the vibrator sits inside him and Kenny rocks his hips backwards desperate for anything that feels like Kota fucking into him like he was shaped for him. Kenny feels Kota turn him around slowly on his shaking legs.

He raises a hand to stroke across his wet cheeks and Kenny blinks wet eyes open as Kota lines his cock up against his stomach. "Daddy wants to watch you" He whispers and Kenny nods, letting Kota shuffle closer and wrap a hand around his aching cock. He hisses at first, the feeling of Kota's hands on him feel just almost a little too much. Kenny smiles softly as Kota turns the vibrator back on and slowly starts moving it again, in time with the pumping on his fist. Kenny knows he won't last long and soon he's squirting across Kota's chest moaning, almost yelling his name as Kota nudges his prostate and Kenny loses himself in the stinging glory of overstimulation.

He's still riding the high a little louder when he lays Kota over the bed as he sucks on his T-dick. He feels Kota's hands twist into his hands and he smiles, twisting his mouth up just a little as he slides his tongue inside him. He feels Kota cum down his throat and he groans in pleasure, pulling away to smile at him through the foggy pleasure that floats through his brain. "Still think I'm ashamed of you daddy?" He whispers once Kota has a little of his breath back.

Kota just shakes his head and smiles blissfully as Kenny kisses his way softer against his scars. "Not now." Kota sits up just a little to pull the blankets around their naked, trembling frames. "I love you Kenny-tan" He whispers into Kenny's fuzzing curls.

Kenny yawns just a little and reaches up to squeeze Kota's hand. He smiles into the first kiss that Kota doesn't pull away from. He just tangles their legs together and lets Kenny kiss him.

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whinlatter · 2 years ago

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think (harry/ginny) | a microfic

day 13 of @hinnymicrofic | prompt: think

He showers quick, tries to scrub the train off him. Snorts at the sight of Vernon’s large bottle of hair-thickening shampoo. Having stared at his uncle’s head all the way back from London, he reckons Vernon’s due a refund.

There's some lurid deodorant of Dudley's - hair gel, too, looks cheap and shit. He feels a stab of pity for whichever poor girl his cousin’s trying to scrub up for these days. Dudley trying to pull, he thinks with a laugh, Christ. But thoughts of pulling lead to thoughts of girls, which lead, inevitably, to thoughts of Ginny.

He shoves the hair gel back on the shelf. Adds Dudley pulling to the don’t think about it list he’d started making on the train, somewhere around the Cumbrian border, when Ron had offered him a Caramel Kappa, Ginny’s favourite, and he’d wanted to throw up all over the chess board.

The Dursleys had waited all of two seconds after he’d slammed the car boot shut before speeding off to dinner at some miserable gastropub off the M3. Suits him fine, wants to be alone. He stabs a fork through the plastic film of his ready-meal, makes sure to puncture the yellow reduced sticker Petunia's left on for his benefit, and watches the bright white of the mashed potato atop the shepherd’s pie whirling around in the microwave.

You know, it’s made from real shepherd, he’d said to Ginny once. That’s such a dad joke, she’d said, and he’d said I wouldn’t know and she’d said Potter you get one dead dad joke a day and you already used today’s up at breakfast. Shepherd’s pie is on the don’t think about it list, then, he thinks, just before he burns his fingers sliding the ready meal onto a tray. Probably best add cottage pie, too, same idea. Maybe all savoury pies, play it safe.

He flops down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eats straight from the hot plastic as he flicks through channels. The nine o'clock news is all budget this, Hong Kong that, Tim Henman out at Wimbledon. The nine o’clock news is not Dumbledore's dead, Snape murdered him, there’s a war on, Harry Potter's dropped out of school to go hunt bits of Voldemort's dismembered soul.

Dropped out of school, he thinks. Scandalous, delinquent. What d'you reckon? he asks the Ginny in his head. Harry Potter, troubled dropout? Do anything for you? The Ginny in his head laughs. It’d be fun if she were here, he thinks, curled up next to him on this ugly sofa, taking the piss out of Petunia’s cushion covers and Dudley’s wrestling trophies. Imagines taking her up to his bedroom, pointing out the lamp Dobby whacked himself around the head with. But then the Ginny in his head looks at him and says I never really gave up on you and I knew this would happen in the end, and it all bursts, shatters into a hundred dusty pieces.

He chucks the rest of the meal in the bin, adds dropping out of school to the stupid list. Might as well add the budget, Hong Kong and Tim Henman, why not.

Turns off the telly, goes upstairs and lies on his bed, fully-clothed, staring up at the ceiling, because on the walk from the living room to his bedroom the list has expanded to include his trunk (train, Hogwarts, Ginny), his jumper (still smells a bit like her on the left arm, pathetic), and Hedwig (how does it feel knowing your owl prefers me, Potter?).

He stares out of the window for a while, eyes next door's new extension, which sort of works - ugly nothing suburbia - until he remembers the twins and Ron at the window in a flying Ford Anglia, zooming him off to the Burrow where a little red headed girl is blushing and sticking her elbow in the butter dish and god, this really is shit, isn't it, they weren't lying. She knew then, of course she did. He's never been good at thinking of nothing, has he, and he's thought about her as he falls asleep every day since about October, so what chance does he have now?

He's dreading the dreams the most, knows they'll be unbearable. Almost hopes he dreams of lockets and green light and dead headmasters. Can't be worse than bright brown eyes, freckles on a bottom lip (how do you even get freckles on your bottom lip, Gin? Don't be jealous of my freckles, Potter, just because your skin's so boring), the smell of her hair (what do you mean my hair smells? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing?) and the sound of her laugh and her gasps and the sound of her breathing, soft, lying beside him under the cloak on the lakeshore. Looking down under the table at dinner, seeing her thigh next to his on the bench, hand on his knee, body drawn to his, magnets, magic.

When he wakes groggily the next day - crick in his neck, still in his jeans - his first thought is: he's overslept. He’s missed Ginny on her way down to breakfast, going to be late for Potions, fucked it.

But no, of course not. There’s no Ginny, no breakfast, no Potions. Might still have fucked it, though, who's to say. Don't, he tells himself, as he heads for the bathroom to scrub the night off him, just don't think about it.

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szariahwroteit · 10 hours ago

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Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 3

Kylian couldn't take his eyes off of Giselle as she slept in his bed, her petite body snugly beneath a hoodie of his she had chosen to sleep in that had risen to her slender waistline, showing off her plump, thong-clad backside as she slept.

He wasn't sure what Giselle wanted of their situation, and he wasn't going to press for a clear definition. Within the first few minutes of meeting her, she told him she didn't believe in love and relationships, neither of which he was looking for himself, but something undeniable about Giselle drew him to her.

Outside of the sex, he enjoyed her company. It was the reason why he asked her to come to Switzerland with him.

The pair had only known one another for a couple of days, and almost every night since then, Giselle had found herself in Kylian’s bed.

As Kylian watched her tranquil form rise and fall with each breath, a sense of warmth enveloped him. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about her that ignited something within him—maybe it was the way her laughter danced in the air or how she challenged him in the most unexpected ways. Whatever it was, it seeped into his bones and made the nights they spent together feel electric.

Kylian leaned in closer, the faint scent of her shampoo intoxicating him. He marveled at the delicate curve of her waist and the swell of her ass, the way the lace of her thong clung to her.

His fingers itched to trace those curves, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his touch. But he held back, savoring the moment, allowing his thoughts to drift while he admired her beauty. Each gentle rise and fall of her body was a tantalizing reminder of her presence, of the heat they shared during the night.

Giselle stirred slightly, the corner of her mouth turning up in a sleepy smile as if sensing his gaze. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing those striking eyes that always seemed to hold a hint of mischief. When she caught him watching, she flashed him a sultry grin that made his heart race.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased, her voice still thick with sleep.

Kylian smirked, feeling deliciously caught by Giselle. "Absolutely."

She stretched, arching her back as she pushed the hoodie higher, revealing more of her smooth skin. Kylian swallowed hard, his body responding instinctively as the air around them thickened with tension.

"Do you want me to get up?" she asked, her tone laced with uncertainty.

"Not at all," he replied, his voice low and thick like honey as he wrapped a hand around her wrist, gently guiding her to crawl on top of him. "Come here."

Giselle let out a soft moan as she felt Kylian's strong hands grip her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it made her own skin tingle with anticipation.

"Why don't you tell me what you're thinking?" Giselle purred, her voice dripping with desire. She arched her back, pressing her chest against Kylian's as she ground her hips against him.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as Giselle straddled him, her warm breath tickling his neck. He slid his hands up her back, fingers splaying across her shoulder blades as he pulled her flush against his chest.

"Mmm, I'm thinking about how perfect last night was," he growled, voice husky with need. "The way you came so fucking hard.”

One hand drifted lower, cupping the curve of her ass and squeezing gently. Kylian's hips bucked up involuntarily, the growing hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against Giselle's core.

"The way you gave yourself to me," he continued, the other hand fisting in her silky hair and tugging her head back to expose the column of her throat.

Giselle shivered as Kylian's large hand gripped her hair, exposing the soft skin of her neck to his hungry gaze. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access as he peppered her throat with open-mouthed kisses and lustful nips.

"Mmm, you make me feel so good," she breathed, her fingers raking through his short hair. "I love the way you touch me."

She rolled her hips, grinding her barely covered sex against the rigid length of his cock straining against his boxers. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine, and she couldn't help but moan wantonly.

Kylian groaned against her skin, his hips thrusting up to meet her downward movements. The heat between them was unbearable, and he could feel it pooling in his groin.

"Sit up and take this off," he rasped, voice rough with desire as he tugged at the hem of his hoodie she wore.

Giselle lifted the hoodie over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her nude upper body to Kylian's hungry gaze. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already stiff with arousal. She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest out as if offering herself to him.

Kylian's eyes raked over her exposed curves, taking in every inch of smooth, tanned skin. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing almost painfully against his boxers as he admired the view.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groaned, reaching out to cup her breasts. His large hands engulfed the soft mounds, thumbs, and forefingers, teasing her nipples into even tighter peaks.

Giselle gasped and arched into his touch, her head falling back as jolts of electricity zapped from her nipples to her core.

“Look at me,” Kylian instructed, his hand striking her left breast to emphasize his demand.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, locking with Kylian's intense gaze. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink as she took in the raw, unbridled lust swirling in his eyes. She could feel the heat of his body seeping into her skin, igniting a fire deep within her core.

"What do you want me to do?" she breathed, her voice trembling slightly with need as she sat above him, ready and willing to do whatever he asked of her.

Kylian's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as he ground her against his straining erection. The rough fabric of his boxers created delicious friction against her sensitive flesh, and she couldn't help but whimper with pleasure.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his accent thickening with arousal. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself for me."

Giselle's eyes widened at his bold request, but she didn't hesitate. Slowly, teasingly, she brought one hand to her breast, kneading the soft flesh and tugging at her nipple.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as Giselle began to touch herself, following his command. He watched, utterly transfixed, as her delicate fingers caressed the smooth skin of her breast. She pinched and rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tugging gently as a breathy moan slipped from her parted lips.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low, sensual growl. "Tu es tellement sexy."

His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass, squeezing the firm globes as he guided her in a slow, sensual grind against his rigid length. The heat of his cock seared her through the thin fabric of his boxers, and she could feel it throbbing with need.

Giselle's other hand drifted lower, teasing along the waistband of her thong. She traced the lace edge, dipping just slightly beneath the fabric to tease herself.

“Show it to me,” Kylian murmured, reaching for the crotch of her thong so he could pull it aside and reveal her glistening pussy beneath.

Kylian groaned as Giselle revealed her dripping sex to his hungry gaze, the swollen pink folds glistening with arousal. He could smell her musky scent, and it made his cock throb almost painfully against his boxers.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he rasped, his accent thick with lust as he watched her glistening fingers tease through her slick folds. "Spread it open for me."

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as Giselle slowly parted her slick folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing almost painfully against his boxers at the erotic sight.

"That's it, baby. Let me see all of you," he encouraged his voice a low, sensual growl.

Giselle's fingers slid through her wet heat, coating themselves in her arousal before circling her sensitive clit. She gasped as jolts of electricity zapped through her body, her back arching in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she whimpered, her hips rolling instinctively against her hand as she rubbed herself.

Kylian's grip on her ass tightened as he watched Giselle pleasure herself, his eyes riveted on her glistening sex.

“So well-behaved,” he groaned.

Giselle whimpered as Kylian's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her harder against him. She could feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing insistently against her dripping core, and it made her throb with need.

"Kylian," she gasped, her voice high and breathy with arousal. "I need you inside me."

Her hips moved back and forth sensually, grinding her soaked folds along his straining length. The thin fabric of his boxers was damp from her arousal, and she could feel every throbbing inch of him through the material.

"Please," she begged, her fingers still toying with her clit as she gazed at him with hooded eyes. "I want to feel you filling me up."

Kylian's eyes flashed with primal hunger at her wanton pleas. In one swift motion, he ripped his boxers down his muscular thighs, freeing his massive erection.

Kylian groaned as his huge cock sprang free, slapping against his abs. The thick shaft was long and girthy, the swollen head an angry purple and leaking with precum. Giselle's eyes widened at the impressive sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Fuck," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing length and stroking slowly. "You're so big.”

Climbing off of Kylian, Giselle laid down beside him before turning and offering him her back as she pressed her ass against him, ready to be taken from behind.

“You want me like this?” Kylian asked, his warm breath fanning over her as his hand found the curve of her waist.

Giselle shivered as Kylian's large hand gripped her hip possessively, pulling her back against his muscular body. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and it made her own temperature rise in response.

"Yes," she purred, reaching back to guide his hand to the curve of her ass. "I want it from behind."

Kylian growled lowly at her sultry request, his cock twitching against her thigh. He squeezed the supple flesh of her ass, kneading it roughly as he positioned himself behind her.

"Fuck, your ass is perfect," he groaned, slapping it harshly before spreading her cheeks apart.

Giselle arched her back, presenting herself fully to Kylian. She wiggled her hips invitingly, the globes of her ass jiggling with the motion.

Kylian's lips found the crease of Giselle’s neck as he sunk his entire length into her. He groaned deeply as he slipped into her tight pussy, her walls clenching around him. He had to pause for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation of her gripping walls enveloping his throbbing shaft.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he rasped, his accent thick with desire as he bottomed out inside her. "So fucking tight."

Giselle let out a strangled cry, her back arching sharply as Kylian filled and stretched her so completely. Her hands fisted in the sheets, gripping them tightly as she adjusted to his massive size.

"Oh god, Kylian!" she keened, her voice breaking off into a high-pitched moan as he began to move. "You're so deep!"

Kylian set a slow, deep pace, his hips grinding feverishly against her ass with each drawn-out thrust.

Giselle moaned loudly as Kylian's thick cock plunged deep into her soaked pussy, stretching her deliciously. She arched her back, pressing her ass firmly against his pelvis as he hilted inside her.

"That's it, baby, take every inch," Kylian groaned, his voice a deep, sensual rumble. His hand that gripped her hip released it as he reached up to wrap it around her throat instead, holding her in place as he leaned into her, the tip of his cock kissing hotly against her cervix.

Her breath caught, heart racing, as Kylian's strong arm wrapped around her neck, thumb, and forefinger, pressing gently on either side, not choking but possessive.

The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the wet, delicious noises of their bodies slapping together. Kylian's pace quickened, each thrust more demanding and more passionate, his own need evident in every deep, powerful drive.

"Tu es si serrée, ma belle," he growled, his accent thickened. "You squeeze me like you never want me to leave."

Giselle's moans became more desperate, her voice rising to meet his. She clawed at the sheets, her body trembling as Kylian's cock hit that sweet spot inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Giselle's body trembled beneath Kylian's powerful thrusts, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his pistoning shaft. She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him stretching her deliciously, igniting nerve endings she didn't even know she had.

Before Giselle could even register in her mind what was happening, Kylian had her turned over so she faced him, her leg hooked over the swell of his ass as he held her body flush against his, gazing into her eyes as his other hand reached between them, forcing his cock back inside her.

Kylian needed eye contact. There was something gratifying about the look in her eyes as she gave herself over, and he needed it—he craved it.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he gazed intensely into Giselle's, his cock pulsing inside her tight heat as he held her gaze. He could feel her slick walls fluttering around him, and it took every ounce of control not to come undone right then and there.

"That's it, regarde-moi," he commanded, his accent thicker than ever as he ground his hips against hers. "I want to see the pleasure in your eyes when I make you cum."

Giselle's breath hitched, her lips parting in a silent gasp as Kylian's intense gaze bore into her. She could see the raw, unbridled desire swirling in his eyes, and it made her throb around his thick length.

"Yes," she whimpered, her fingers raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Please, Kylian...I need more."

Kylian growled lowly at Giselle's breathless plea, a sound of pure male satisfaction rumbling from deep in his chest. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing her whimpers as his tongue delved past her parted lips to claim her.

As he kissed her, Kylian began to move again, rolling Giselle flat onto her back before his hips began snapping forward with renewed intensity. He set a punishing pace, each powerful thrust driving his thick cock deep into Giselle's fluttering pussy. The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Giselle's wanton cries and Kylian's guttural groans.

One large hand gripped her thigh, hiking it higher up his hip as the other cupped her breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly. Kylian broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw, teeth grazing her ear as he breathed out harshly.

“Come with me,” Kylian whispered into her ear, lifting her body from the bed as she was weightless.

Giselle cried out as Kylian suddenly lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She could feel his thick cock still buried deep inside her as he carried her across the room, his hands gripping her ass tightly.

He pinned her against the wall, the cool surface a shock against her overheated skin. Giselle gasped, her nails digging into Kylian's shoulders as he began to move again, his hips rolling powerfully against hers.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Giselle chanted, her head falling back against the wall as Kylian's cock plunged into her over and over. "Fuck me harder!"

Kylian snarled at her desperate pleas, his eyes flashing with lust. He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them up to her chest, effectively folding her in half as he slammed into her with wild abandon, his hunger for her insatiable upon waking up from slumber.

Kylian's powerful thrusts became more urgent and intense, each snap of his hips driving his thick shaft deeper into Giselle's soaked core. The new angle allowed him to reach even higher, his swollen head kissing her cervix with every plunge.

"Yes, just like that!" Giselle cried out, her back arching sharply off the wall. "Fuck me harder, Kylian! I'm so close!"

Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his pistoning length, the slick walls fluttering wildly as he fucked her with deep, powerful strokes. She could feel every thick ridge and vein of his cock dragging along her sensitive flesh, stoking the fire building in her core.

Kylian's hands tightened on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he held her open for his relentless thrusts. He could feel her body tensing and knew she was on the verge of climax.

"Come for me, Giselle," Kylian demanded, his voice a low, sensual growl. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

He punctuated his command with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against her sensitive clit. At the same time, he leaned in to capture her nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.

Giselle's head thudded back against the wall, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, back arching sharply as her pussy clamped down around Kylian's throbbing shaft like a vice.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she shrieked, her voice breaking off into a high-pitched moan. "Fuck, Kylian! I'm cumming!"

Kylian groaned deeply as he felt Giselle's pussy spasm and clench rhythmically around his cock, her slick walls gripping him like a fist. He could feel her juices gushing out around his shaft, coating him in her essence as she came undone in his arms.

"That's it, ma belle," he praised, his accent thick with arousal. "Milk my cock. Fuck, you feel incredible!"

Kylian's hips jerked erratically as Giselle's orgasm triggered his own. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt inside her pulsing heat, his cock throbbing and twitching as he spilled his release into her.

"Putain!" Kylian growled, his fingers digging into the meat of Giselle's thighs as he pumped his hot seed into her pussy. "So fucking good!"

“Good morning,” Giselle whispered breathlessly.

Kylian grinned, his eyes still dark with lingering lust as he gazed down at Giselle. He was still buried deep inside her, his cock pulsing softly as the last waves of his orgasm subsided.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "I can't think of a better way to start the day than being buried inside your sweet little pussy."

Giselle shivered at his words, a breathless laugh escaping her as she clung to his broad shoulders. She could feel the warmth of his release seeping into her, and it made her feel deliciously used and satisfied.

"That was amazing," she breathed, her fingers trailing over the sweat-slicked muscles of his back. You're amazing, too."

Kylian chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “A bath, perhaps?” he asked, lifting Giselle off of the wall so he could crawl back into his bed with her.

“A bath sounds amazing, but I need a second to gather myself,” Giselle laughed softly as her body hummed with the remains of her a powerful orgasm.

“Take all the time you need,” Kylian murmured, wrapping his arms around her shoulders so he could pull her body into his, reaching down to caress and fondle her ass. Giselle tucked her face into Kylian’s neck, breathing him in as her body melted into his.

Kylian's large hands slid possessively over Giselle's curves as he held her close, savoring the feel of her soft skin against his. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, matching the steady thrum of his own. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, a heady perfume of their passionate encounter.

By the time Giselle and Kylian emerged from his bedroom, there were only minutes left of the morning.

Making two cups of coffee before raiding his pantry for snacks, Kylian and Giselle bundled up on his living room sofa, and the sound of heavy rain worked as a background noise to the bubble they'd created.

Her sock-covered feet rested in his lap. The hoodie she wore earlier was replaced by a fresh one, and a snug pair of Kylian’s briefs acted as her bottoms.

“Do I need to pack anything specific for Switzerland?” Giselle asked curiously before taking a sip from her coffee mug.

“Maybe a dress or two, but most importantly I don't want you to freeze,” he smirked boyishly. “But I had plans of sending you shopping before we leave Paris,” Kylian revealed.

Kylian grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. He set down his coffee mug and leaned back into the sofa cushions, pulling Giselle closer to him.

"I asked you to join me, its only right,” he explained.

They were set to leave for Switzerland the following evening and while Kylian had been prepared for the trip, he had only told Giselle about it the night before.

“Call Elise and your other friend and tell them shopping is on me,” Kylian's eyes smoldered with intensity as he gazed down at Giselle, his fingers tracing languid patterns on her bare thigh beneath the oversized hoodie. The firelight from the flickering candles danced across their intertwined limbs, casting a warm, intimate glow on their postcoital embrace.

"I don't want you to worry about a thing while we're in Switzerland," he assured her, his voice a low, sensual growl. "I want to pamper you, spoil you. Make you feel like the stunningly gorgeous goddess that you are."

Giselle felt a shiver run down her spine at the raw, unbridled desire in Kylian's eyes. His touch ignited sparks under her skin, making her crave more of him with an almost insatiable hunger.

"I suppose I could use some new things," she purred, arching her back slightly to push her breasts against his chest.

Hours later Giselle sat in a quaint restaurant in the 17th, one of her favorite places in Paris with Camille and Elise, both women complete taken aback by the bombshell she had dropped moments prior.

“Wait, you’re really going to Switzerland with him?” Camille gasped, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she turned to look at Elise. Her mouth spread into a broad grin, amplifying the surprise and delight that radiated from her. She leaned in closer as if trying to absorb every detail of the moment.

“Yes,” Giselle admitted, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I kind of lost a bet,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

“And you are going to Switzerland as a result?” Elise asked.

“Mhmm, that's why we’re here.” Giselle clarified. “Kylian gave me his credit card to buy whatever I need for our trip. He said whatever you guys want is on him, also.”

“Are you guys a thing?” Camille asked trying to make sense of things.

“We are not a thing.” Giselle confirmed.

“So this is a holiday fling?” Elise questioned.

“He doesn't want anything serious and nor do I. We haven't discussed anything but he has to head back to Madrid soon and I am heading home to the states, whatever this is ends then.” Giselle explained.

Camille exchanged a knowing glance with Elise, their eyes dancing with curiosity. “But you’re okay with that?” Camille asked, tilting her head slightly, intrigued. “I mean, with it being just a fling?”

Giselle took a sip of her wine, considering her friends' questions. “Honestly? It’s what I want. It’s… fun. Kylian is a great guy, and being with him is exhilarating. But I’m also realistic, love or a relationship the very last thing I am looking for. This is a temporary thing, and it’s what I want.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very convincing argument, Giselle,” Elise teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. “This sounds a lot like you’re trying to convince yourself.”

Giselle felt that familiar blush creeping back to her cheeks, but she laughed it off. “Maybe I am a little bit. But I mean, I can't bring myself to even open up to the idea of being in a relationship, not after Jalen.”

Camille nodded, an empathetic smile spreading across her face. Both women knew first hand just how evil and toxic her previous relationship became before its end and both women understood her apprehension.

Giselle nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips as Camille and Elise gave their support. She knew they were both thinking of the ordeal she had been through with her last serious relationship the emotional manipulation, the gaslighting, the jealousy. It had been a toxic whirlwind, one that had left her scarred and wary of anything resembling love or commitment.

"This trip is a nice distraction from all of that," Giselle admitted, taking another sip of her wine. "Kylian is charming and fun, and he makes me feel good about myself without trying to control every aspect of my life. It's refreshing."

"I'm glad you're feeling good, Gis," Elise said, reaching across the table to squeeze Giselle's hand. "You deserve it after everything you've been through."

Giselle felt tears spring to her eyes, touched by her friends' words. "Thank you guys," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Thank you, both of you mean the world to me." Giselle's voice was soft and heartfelt as she looked at her friends, her hazel eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She gave their hands a gentle squeeze in return. "I needed this reminder that I can be seen, not just as a trophy or a possession. Kylian may be just a temporary fling, but he's shown me what it's like to be appreciataed for me, not what I can do for someone else."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself before continuing. "So, tell me, where should I start shopping first? I want to make the most of Kylian's generosity without... well, without making him regret it."

Giselle's eyes twinkled with mischief and a touch of the old spark her friends missed seeing. "Let's make this shopping spree one for the books, shall we?"

“On your handsome soccer players dime!” Camille said teasingly, making the table break out in laughter, instantly lifting the mood.

“It’s football, actually,” Giselle corrected matter-of-factly, earning knowing, smug looks from her best friends.

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blushcoloreddreams · 11 months ago

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Dream hair at home - how to choose a conditioner

What is the function of the conditioner? Is there a correct way to use it? That's what you'll learn in this post First of all, I need to say that the function of the conditioner is to make the hair more malleable. It is not the function of conditioner hydrate, nourish or treat the hair. Including,the treatment should not be carried out every wash.Later, I will bring the protocols and talk more about that. For now, it's important that you understand that conditioner is designed to make your hair more manageable after shampoo application. Nothing more than this. And this malleability that the conditioner provides occurs because it has a pH between 3.5 and 4.8, that is, much lower than the pH of the shampoo. While the shampoo leaves the hard thread, because it needs to be astringent to clean, the conditioner leaves the hair malleable so that it does not break tear or break during detangling or brushing and also to give that delicious feeling to the hair soft. That said, now I need to explain that there is a way correct way to use the conditioner. Yes, just like shampoo, conditioner also has a correct way of application.

After rinsing your hair very well, you will remove excess water. Take the towel and squeeze it to remove all excess moisture. To make things easier, you can even divide the hair in half, half on each side. Oh you are not supposed is to twist your hair inside the towel as if it were the floor cloth in your home! Remember: we need to rescue this hair, and an important step is to take good care of itbalso mechanically, and not just through thecosmetics. So, no twisting

After removing excess water, divide your hair in half, half for each side, put the conditioner in your hand and apply from the ear down. Always from ear and down so that the scalp does not absorb too much of this product. Conditioner was made for the hair lenght, not the scalp. On the scalp, we apply the shampoo, remember? Here, it's just the hair. And how will you apply this conditioner? You are going apply with a closed hand, covering the hair. In that Now is not the time to untangle your hair. It's time just deposit the product. So, apply with calmly and gently so that the conditioner is deposited in all the strands that are inside this strand. Do it for 2 to 3 minutes on each strand, which is the time the conditioner needs to take effect. After that, you know that little bit of product left in your hand? You will lift this strand and apply it all over this top of the head, because this hair up here it also needs to be conditioned. What not to do is to apply the conditioner directly to the scalp, but applying it to the length of the hair is necessary. After applying the conditioner and wrapping each strand well, your hair will be maleable and easy to untangle. If the your hair is rough conditions, it may be that, after apply the conditioner, it becomes all thickened. Stay calm, be patient and keep gloving him until he stay untangled, without needing to use a comb.

Once that's done, now it's time to rinse the hair. Just as it was with the shampoo, it will also be with the conditioner. You will remove completely the entire product of hair. Rinse very well, let the water fall in abundance, as the conditioner needs to be removed.

Yes, there is a product that will stay in your hair until next time washed and which will even protect it from external aggressions. But that We'll see in the next post. Therefore, completely remove the conditioner. I'm insisting on this because we tend to leave a little conditioner in your hair in hopes so that the hair strands are most treated. But that's just a belief that we have, therefore, as have you seen, the conditioner doesn't treats hair. So remove it completely!

And how to choose a good conditioner? As you already know, conditioner does not treat hair.Therefore, we do not need to worry so much about what is in this product in terms of active ingredients. Even so, I will include items here that are commonly are found in good quality conditions:dimethicone, cyclomethicone, dimethiconol, polyquarternium… In short, items with the endings “xane”, “cone” and “conol”. The pH of the product is also an interesting aspect to consider. please note when it comes in the description (most of the time, It is not written and this is common). If written, it should be between 3.5 and 4.5. This is the ideal level to close the cuticles that were opened after the application of the shampoo. (later on ill make a post about products my tricologist recommended for me or maye i can try to translate the pdf)

In this post, you learned that conditioner has the function of making the hair more maleable and soft, facilitating detangling, and that it is not its function to hydrate or nourish hair. Furthermore, you saw that there is a correct way to apply the conditioner and that it is even necessary remove it completely during rinsing.

on the next post about hair care will teach you how to properly protect your hair until the next wash.

#personal #level up #personal development #glowing up #glow up #level up journey #leveling up #high value woman #high maintenance #hairstyle #long hair #hair care #hair growth #hair products #skincare #self care

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snapscube · 2 years ago

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Your hair looks very nice, do you use anything on it?

thank you!!! yeah i dont go too crazy tho! mainly after i wash my hair i wrap it and let it towel dry until it's just kinda damp, then i'll spray some Bumble and Bumble Surf Foam Spray before blow drying and brushing! most days i honestly just leave it at that if i can't be bothered to style but sometimes if i want some easy extra volume & texture there's another thickening spray by Bumble and Bumble that i'll use once my hair is fully dry :)

oh and i do use a special purple shampoo that helps tone the color of my balayage but i haven't gotten those highlights restored in a long time so its not visibly doing much right now haha. though i will be getting it redone tomorrow actually! >:D

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anadorablekiwi · 4 months ago

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Guys i think the shampoo and conditioner i use that says it thickens hair (through minimizing breakage) is working!!

Ive been using it for a few months now, and i just braided a front portion of my hair and the base of it as only a little smaller than the braided base of all by hair used to be ! (Only slightly an exaggeration. Seriously lol)

#kiwi rambles #personal #ignore the stupid pimple lol #and the weird hairline/bald spot

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00ops1e · 2 years ago

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Sunshine for Everyone pt.2

Pricefield! Fluff!

Life is Strange - Max Caufield x Chloe Price

After saving Chloe at the expense of Arcadia Bay, our favorite girls are forced to flee their hometown. It soon becomes apparent that while they can run from the storm, running from their desires just isn't plausible.

click here for part one

“I swear I could sleep forever,” Max mutters, cuddling into the blanket further. The motel had proven to be a good idea, using someone else’s hot water and blankets was always nice. The pair were too tired to even notice the television only had four channels, or that the mattress was a little lumpy. Maybe things just weren’t so bad if they had each other.

“We can stay as long as you'd like,” Chloe trails off, “s’cheap enough anyways we deserve a vacation.” she babbles with eyes half closed, no longer sure of her words. The girls lay in bed, inches between. The last room available happened to be a single, and she had managed to haggle the price down, so fucking score again. When the man in the office mentioned the single bed, Chloe felt something flutter deep in her gut. It was a giddy, childlike feeling, but muddled with some sort of anxiety.

Max shifted in the bed, mind still racing, “Will you hold me?” She heard the words fall from her lips before they even registered in her brain. The question appears to catch both girls off guard. It hung in the air for a moment, Max began to babble, face growing red, “I- 'm sorry I really didn’t mean to… I just, I can't stop it's all too much. I don’t know what's w-wrong with me.”

Without hesitation, she pulls the smaller girl into her arms, as if rehearsed, as if Chloe had been waiting a lifetime. Instantly the tension evicts Max’s body. The sweet musk of her shampoo, perfume, whatever it was completely enveloped Chloe. Holding her tight just felt natural, like all was well with the world. Comforting others has never come easy for Chloe, always awkward, never knowing what to say or do. Not with Max though, she made everything easy. Existing with her felt like hearing an old song and singing along perfectly, yet recalling none of the lyrics. She traces small circles into Max’s back, the smaller girl somewhat buried in her chest.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Chloe starts, angry at the world for putting her max through all of this, “y-you didn't ask for any of this. You shouldn't have seen even half the shit you did. Max, I swear to you if there was a way I could take it all away, I’d do it.” Max looks up at her, tears in those beautiful blue eyes threatening to spill. A pang of fear hits Chloe right in the gut. Did she say something wrong? Did Chloe cause those tears?

She begins to ramble, “Shit, I’m not saying I'm not glad I found you again, or that you shouldn’t have saved me or-or anything like that,” a sense of urgency laced her tone, god she was supposed to be helping not making it worse. “I just- I wish I could fix it, seriously Max. I am so so fucking happy you’re with me again. I don’t know, I guess, i-i just feel like it's all my fault” Her voice thickened towards the end, holding back a sob. ‘This is not about you Chloe,’ she thinks, reprimanding herself for being so selfish. But the guilt had been festering, gnawing at her organs like some feral dog with a bone. She was the reason the whole world had turned upside down.

“C-Chloe,” Max mumbled, sitting up to look at her properly. With shaky hands, she took the girl's face in her hands. Forcing Chloe to meet her eyes, hands lingering on her cheeks a bit too long before pushing the messy blue hair behind her ears. Her hands rest languidly on Chloe’s shoulders, reassuring her somehow. Max sat and contemplated her next words before answering, “None of this was you, okay? This is some freak-supernatural stuff okay? I do not blame you. Do you hear me? Please don't ever think that. I’d go through it all again if it meant I had you. Chloe, you're my best friend.”

It was like Max was able to reach inside and undo the knots in Chloe’s stomach. No one had ever done so with such ease, such grace. Not even Rachel, though that hurt to admit. Max just knew her, regardless of the years apart. Deep down, way below the rough punk girl exterior, Chloe was still the same little girl Max had grown up with. A soft smile inched its way to the surface, god how could she not smile looking at her? The way her hair fell, perfectly framed those soft doe eyes. Those fucking freckles and long lashes. The way Max would look up at her, eyelids heavy, how could anyone keep a straight face? Chloe hadn’t realized she was staring until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” Chloe mustered up, embarrassment pricking at her cheeks. She shifted in place, yearning for closeness once more. These feelings, they can't be normal. Max’s words reverberate in her skull, ‘my best friend’ they stung a little. Those ten letters formed a lump in her throat, a pit in her chest. The words had some sort of mal effect on her, and she just couldn’t pinpoint the reason. Chloe once again chalked it up to just feeling weird about Arcadia.

The blank look in Chloe’s eyes prompts Max to speak. Whatever had her in such a trance could not possibly be kind. Max used a shaky hand to brush the girl’s cheek, “Do you think we could get some sleep now?” she proposed, pulling Chloe from the complexities that danced in her mind.

She nods silently and lays her head on the pillow, wriggling slightly to settle in. Max drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling that mess of blue hair onto her chest. Upon feeling the weight on her chest, Max lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. This was a comfort unknown to her, never before had she felt this light. An absentminded hand travels to Chloe’s hair, despite all the bleach and dye damn it was soft. With her fingers tangled in the blue locks, everything felt right in the world.

“Everything that happened was so terrible,” Max breathes, wanting to offer one final comfort before slumber claimed them both, “It was so terrible, we’re not okay. But we’re gonna be. We can work through it Price, we’re a team and-and we can heal together. I’ll help you, we don't have to face things alone.” max consoled, her voice wavering ever so slightly.

“It's you and me against the world Caufield, now and forever,” Chloe assured, tightening her grip on the smaller girl, as if afraid she’d get snatched away, “seriously max, what would I do without you?” she let out a small chuckle before closing her eyes and passing out, still entangled with her best friend.

I have yet to begin writing the rest of this (call of duty brainrot is taking over my life) but i promise my google doc has many many ideas. stay tuned ig? lots of love, liz

#life is strange #lis 1 #lis #life is strange fanfiction #chloe price #max caulfield #chloe x max #max x chloe #pricefield #rachel amber #kate marsh #friends to lovers #sapphic #syd matters #obstacles

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