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How to Choose the Perfect Shampoo and Conditioner for Your Hair Type

When maintaining healthy, shiny, and manageable hair, choosing the right shampoo and conditioner is crucial. With so many options on the market, it can feel overwhelming. Whether you’re looking for an anti-hair loss shampoo, a clarifying shampoo, or a sulfate-free shampoo, understanding your hair's needs is the first step. Here's your beginner's guide to finding the perfect match for your hair type and concerns.

Identify Your Hair Type

Before diving into product labels, take a moment to assess your hair type. Is your hair fine, thick, curly, oily, or dry? For fine hair, lightweight formulas like a hair-thickening shampoo can add volume without weighing it down. Those with curly or textured hair benefit from rich conditioners like the Aveda Brilliant Conditioner 200ml, designed to hydrate and define curls. If your hair is prone to oiliness, a clarifying shampoo can remove buildup, leaving your scalp feeling fresh.

Address Specific Concerns

Different hair concerns require tailored solutions. If you’re experiencing dandruff, an antidandruff shampoo such as Isdin Nutradeica Antidandruff Shampoo 200ml is a game-changer. It not only soothes the scalp but also targets flakes effectively. For hair loss concerns, an anti-hair loss shampoo helps nourish your roots and improve scalp health over time.

For those battling scalp issues, an antibacterial shampoo can provide relief while keeping your hair clean and healthy. Alternatively, if you want to pamper your locks, the Shampoo & Conditioner Brews Redken Brews Champú 300 ml offers professional-grade care to elevate your haircare routine.

Consider Sulphate-Free Options

Sulfates are common in many shampoos, but they can strip natural oils from your hair, leading to dryness or irritation. If you have sensitive skin or color-treated hair, a sulfate-free shampoo is your best bet. These gentle formulations cleanse effectively without compromising your hair’s natural moisture barrier. Products like the Shampoo & Conditioner Detangling Creme Of Nature (946 ml) are ideal for detangling and hydrating while being kind to your scalp.

Invest in Professional-Grade Products

For a luxurious experience, professional-grade shampoos and conditioners can make a significant difference. Products like Redken shampoo are formulated with advanced technology to meet your hair needs. The Shampoo & Conditioner Brews Redken Brews Champú 300 ml is perfect for everyday use, delivering nourishment and a polished finish.

Incorporate Hair Maintenance Practices

While the right products are essential, pairing them with good haircare habits enhances results. Avoid over-washing as it can strip your hair of essential oils. Instead, find a balance that suits your hair type. Fine hair may need more frequent washing with lightweight formulas, while thick or curly hair thrives with less frequent cleansing and richer conditioners.

Deep conditioning treatments, like the Aveda Brilliant Conditioner 200ml, can be used weekly to boost moisture levels. To prevent buildup, integrate a clarifying shampoo into your routine once or twice a month.

Your Hair Deserves the Best

Finding the perfect shampoo and conditioner may require trial and error, but the right products can transform your hair’s health and appearance. Whether you’re combating dandruff, seeking a gentle sulfate-free shampoo, or wanting a luxurious Redken shampoo, there’s a solution tailored to your needs. Explore options like the Isdin Nutradeica Antidandruff Shampoo 200ml for targeted care or the Shampoo & Conditioner Detangling Creme Of Nature (946 ml) for easy detangling and hydration.

Achieve salon-worthy results at home by choosing high-quality products that enhance your natural beauty. Start your journey today with these top picks and enjoy the confidence that comes with healthy, radiant hair.

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How to manage hair fall? – A Few Ways to Do So

Normally whenever people face the spectre of hair loss a lot of them do not know where they should turn to for help. They also try other methods such as parting their hair differently or changing their entire hairstyle as such. They buy products such as hair thickening shampoo without having any idea if it would be helpful for them or not – they do so just because it claims to be the best solution for their hair loss issue. They also start consuming supplements such as vitamins that are supposed to help their hair grow back. At times, they also stop using their shampoo as frequently as they did earlier.

Get checked with a certified dermatologist

This is especially true when you are faced with an issue that is as serious as male pattern baldness. There are so many reasons why you may be losing your hair. The thing is the sooner you find it better would be your chances of getting the results that you are looking for in this case. This is why you need to get checked by dermatologists, doctors who are trained to diagnose conditions that affect our skin, nails, and hair. They can identify the underlying cause of the issue and also treat it, especially when they are working for top names such as andSons in Malaysia.

Wash and condition your hair but do not damage it 

No matter what hair fall treatment you avail of to deal with your issue, there are certain basics that you need to keep in mind and this is one of them. If your hair is already falling out and thinning it is fragile and it can get damaged rather easily. This is why dermatologists recommend that patients who are suffering from hair loss use a mild shampoo and apply a conditioner, which moisturizes, following every shampoo. They must also use a detangler or a leave-in conditioner. 

There are so many other tips that you should keep in mind in this particular context. Make sure that you never use hot-oil treatments. Never colour, perm, chemically straighten, or relax your hair at home. Restrict your usage of curling irons, hot combs, and flat irons. Use them only on special occasions such as job interviews. If you use a blow dryer, use the lowest heat setting on it. Stop pulling back your hair tightly in buns, cornrows, ponytails, braids, and pigtails.

[emometalhead]

People with curly hair!! What shampoo/conditioner/products do you use?? I'm looking for some new stuff! (I have thin, long, curly hair. I've used a bunch of different brands and products, so I'm hoping for recommendations of things people use and like!)

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What Are the Best Men's Haircare Products?

When it comes to maintaining a healthy and stylish mane, men need haircare products that cater to their specific needs. From shampoos to styling gels, the right products can make all the difference. Let’s dive into what are the best men’s haircare products currently available in the market. Stats: 82% of men believe using the right haircare products can boost their confidence. 70% of men aged…

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Best Natural Shampoo and Conditioner for Hair Growth

Here are some of the best chemical-free shampoos and conditioners for promoting hair growth:

1. Vegan and Sulfate-Free Travel Shampoo and Conditioner It helps stimulate hair follicles and leaves hair non-oily, moisturized, and weightless. It can also be used as a conditioner, which is filled with silk proteins, organic coconut oil, and mango butter to provide ultimate moisture and incredible smoothness.

2. Lexi Noel Beauty Conditioning Shampoo A small amount of this Lexi Noel Beauty Conditioning Shampoo gives your head full coverage. It contains white ginger lily, aloe vera, macadamia oil, and hydrolyzed wheat protein, which leaves your hair clean and does not strip.

3. Mountain Man Sulfate-Free Shampoo It is a sulfate-free botanical formula that creates a foamy feeling later and leaves your scalp feeling pampered. It contains organic and plant-based ingredients, which are good for your scalp and hair.

4. Rosemary Lavender Sulfate-Free Shampoo It combines two powerhouse essential oils known for their hair benefits. It promotes healthy hair growth by improving microcirculation on the scalp.

5. Frizz Buster Argan and Shea Conditioner The beneficial oils, butters, and extracts in our Frizz Buster Conditioner help to moisturize and protect hair to avoid this. Made in the USA, it comes in a BPA-free 8-ounce bottle.

Content source: https://hideoutmdn.com/sw/blogs/news/what-shampoo-and-conditioner-are-best-for-growing-hair

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Him and I - Soul Bound

Mob!Nico x reader

Warnings: some angst, but mostly cute. Mentions of death, of heartbreak.

Previous part

A/n: I apologize for how long this took me! I really really hope it was worth the wait haha. I’ll be editing and proofing later but wanted to get it out for y’all. Enjoy!

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Blinking softly, Nico breathes in the scent of your shampoo, the soft strands of your hair warm with each puff of air he exhales. Snowflakes scatter the streetlights coming in the bedroom window, the night clouds dumping snow on the ground. He thinks of you, contemplates waking you up so you can see it for just a moment. You love the snow, love how soft and quiet everything seems during the winter.

You’d love this storm. The flakes are big and fat, building up on the windowsill like something out of a movie.

Nico buries the tip of his nose further into your hair, restraining himself from rousing you. You need to sleep, need to get better so he can take you home. So that you’ll both get your normal lives back.

His thumb rubs circles over your hip, trying to soothe you while also lull himself back to sleep. He’s not sure what woke him. It could be the two wedding rings he has hidden in this bedroom, one that you’re very aware of. It could be the lingering bruises and cuts on your skin, marks that taunt Nico. Or it could be the fact that this entire trip has derailed his relationship with you.

He expected to leave here with a fiancée. Now he’ll be lucky if he leaves here with a girlfriend that still wants the pendant around her neck.

Swallowing heavily, Nico closes his eyes and pushes the thought out his head. You’ve picked him a million times over, he shouldn’t be scared that suddenly you wouldn’t do it again.

“Nico,” you murmur, voice just a whimper and it startles him. His body goes rigid, arms tightening around you and he cranes his neck to look down at the top of your head.

“I’m here darling, what’s wrong?”

Fingertips trail over your forehead, brushing out of place baby hairs away. You stir, heavy eyelids fighting to flutter open as his palm settles on the side of your neck, fingers lightly squeezing in encouragement. Fingers that can cause so much damage but touch you like you’re a precious pearl.

“I had a bad dream,” you finally whisper, shaken. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, guilt settling like a stone in his gut. Unable to look at you, he focuses back on the bedroom window.

“Got you,” he swears “I’ve got you baby, you’re ok.”

Your back shifts under his hands, ribs expanding as you inhale deeply and blow out a rattled breath. Then you do it again, the puff of air hot on his bare chest. Finally, you settle.

Not for long though. Shuffling, you push yourself up until you’re straddling his waist, weight heavy on his stomach and thighs but welcome. Knuckling at your sleepy eyes, you blink sluggishly at him.

“Why are you up handsome?”

He shrugs, smiling softly at the sweet name. Your fingers reach out for him, gentle and tickling as you push a strand of hair off his forehead.

“Was watching the snow fall and thinking about you.” Nico admits, voice just a whisper. Like a bolt of electricity has gone through you, you perk up, eyes brightening.

“Snowing?”

Pursing his lips to keep from laughing, Nico nods against the pillow. You duck your head down, rolling your lips inwards and trying to hide that beautiful smile from him. His heart swells with love, thumping painfully in his chest. Hands running up and down either side of your waist, he finally gives.

“Come on, let’s go outside.”

~~~~

It’s like a dream. The buttery glow of the street lights on the fresh snow, reflecting off your smiling cheeks that have turned pink in the cold.

The fabric of your snow pants swish as you waddle away from him, snow crunching loudly under both of your boots.

Clouds of fog dance in front of Nico’s eyes, thickening as he huffs and puffs after you. Stumbling after you, Nico lazily tosses the snowball in his gloved hands. It smacks you square in the back, and you squeal dramatically.

Nico stops as you whirl around, scooping up your own snowball and he hides behind his arms as you throw it into his chest. Flakes of snow drift up to his chin and cheeks, biting cold but he laughs anyway.

“Right in the heart baby?” He gasps, clutching at his pec. “Ouch.”

You pout, locking your hands together under your chin. “Oh no poor baby Nico.” You tease, a wicked grin morphing on your lips as you quickly scoop up more snow and run at him.

Tossing the half formed snowball into his stomach, you laugh evilly and try to duck around him. Luckily Nico has quick reflexes and manages to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up and swinging you in a circle.

Clutching at his hands and arms, you squeal and giggle, snow boots and legs drifting through the air. Nico keeps swaying you back and forth until his biceps burn from holding you and his stomach and cheeks ache from laughing.

“Cold?”He asks after your feet are back on the ground, the ice cold tip of his nose nudging your cheek.

“Yeah,” you pant out, still trying to catch your breath. The two of you haven’t gone far from the house. You’re still close enough that if any of the boys are light sleepers they definitely heard you laughing and play fighting. Not that Nico cares.

This is his house and he can do as he pleases on the property. Hell if he wanted to walk around buck naked he’s more than welcome to do so.

However, it is getting late (or early, he supposes) so he nudges you back towards the house with two hands on your waist. You move in silence alongside him, kicking snow off your boots on the porch before huddling into the entryway. Like a well oiled machine you seamlessly strip out of your snow clothes and layers, leaving them abandoned in heaps in front of the door to be dealt with in the morning.

Nico’s gotten down to his socks, a pair of boxers, and his shirt when you suddenly crowd into his chest, hands holding his face tenderly as you guide him down into a kiss. Like its second nature he holds you, arms snaking around your torso and lifting you to your toes so he can kiss you back.

It’s then that he realizes you’ve taken off almost everything, the only piece of clothing left on your body the soft pair of cotton underwear that brushes against his pinky finger.

Your skin is warm and soft, soothing against his thawing fingertips as he runs a hand up your spine, fingers gripping your hair.

Head fuzzy, Nico groans when you push your chest tight against his, sweetly nudging at his bottom lip with your tongue.

“Baby,” he murmurs gently, every part of him aching to just lay you down on the stupidly soft fur rug just across the way and have his way with you. But he can’t bring himself too, even if his dick is starting to thicken up in interest.

You must be able to tell by his tone, eyes fluttering open and swollen lips brushing against his. Gaze switching between his eyes, you stroke at the scruffy hairs of his beard.

“Are you ever going to stop looking at me like I’m hurt?”

It’s not accusatory. Or angry. Or even disappointed. Your tone is curious, like you’re simply asking him if he still likes coffee ice cream.

“You’re all healed up, I know.” He assures quietly, but earnestly. “And as badly as I want to make you feel good on me, I can’t until I’m certain that you’re all healed up inside too.”

Something warm and tender settles in your features, lifting the corners of your lips in a bittersweet smile.

“I know,” you whisper, slowly stepping back from him. He’s sure you’ve lost your top somewhere in the mess clothes beneath your feet, so he tugs off his own t-shirt, straightening out the sleeve. You duck your head down when he holds it open to you, helping you pull it down over your shoulders and torso.

Nico holds you again, desperate to feel you against him. His favorite thing in the world is getting to hold you close to him.

You lay your head on his shoulder, left arm squished between your two bodies and right hand innocently fiddling with the waistband of his boxers.

Bashfully, you say, “I don’t know how to be, though. I’m so mad at Timo, and I’ve never been mad at him before. And then I feel bad because I’m not mad you but I should be if I’m mad at him. But I don’t even know why I’m mad.”

Nico hums, swallowing thickly. You maybe should be mad at him. He knows he didn’t handle the situation well, knows he let his fear get ahold of him and he shut you down to protect you. Instead of using this as a chance to make you stronger and smarter, he put you in metaphorical bubble wrap.

“Yes you do,” he finally responds. “You just won’t say it because you don’t think it justifies how upset you are. But it does baby, and you have every right to feel that way.”

You sniffle. “Ok.”

He shakes his head fondly, amused by your lack of response and knowing that it simply means you’re really listening to him.

“But Timo has his own justifications for what he did and until you hear his side of it, you’ll both just be angry at each other.”

Your hand runs up his stomach, fingers cold on his skin and you teasingly pinch at the fat on his lower belly. “When did you get so smart?”

Looking up at him with twinkling eyes and an amused grin, Nico presses a soft kiss between your eyes.

“When I met you.”

~~~~

Nico’s arm is heavy on your shoulders as the two of you descend the stairs. It’s obvious that last nights snowy adventure has left you two exhausted if the dragging feet and yawns are anything to go by.

Chatter, the noisy clattering of pans and silverware travel from the kitchen. Sharing a curious look with Nico, you stop in the entryway and blink twice to make sure you’re not still sleeping.

Mercer is standing over the stove, a pan of bacon popping and sizzling in front of him. Luke is looming over the toaster, a loaf of bread in hand and a pile of toast stacked on a plate. At the bar top, Timo is elegantly slicing through tomatoes, carefully watching Alex in front of him who is doing his best to replicate Timo’s technique. And Jack sits with them, nimble fingers tearing apart a head of lettuce and laying the leafs out on a platter.

Mouth parted in shock, Mercer turns around, a spatula with greasy bacon in hand. He freezes when he spots you two, eyes wide and caught. You realize he’s wearing a white apron that reads “I ♥️ fondue” and wonder if it’s Timo’s or Nico’s.

“Morning sleepyheads.” He greets, bacon dripping grease onto the floor. Beside you, Nico sighs and drags a hand across his face.

“Mess, Merc.” He grumbles, more tired than annoyed or angry.

Mercer makes a noise of surprise, rushing to the island counter and laying the strips of bacon out on a platter. Nico removes his arm from you, grabbing the dish towel off the oven rack and moving to clean up the mess.

“Thanks boss,” Mercer grins, going back to his post at the stove. Nico grunts in acknowledgment, haphazardly throwing the rag into the sink as he heads towards the corner where the coffee pot is nestled.

One track minded for his morning caffeine, Nico putters around silently, dipping in and out of cabinets.

Rubbing your eyes, you look at the other boys. Jack is still going about his business of arranging lettuce pieces but he’s got a shit eating grin on his face, watching Nico intently. You already know he’s waiting for his boss to perk up so he can make some crude remarks or guesses at why the both of you slept in today.

Avoidant, Timo is locked in on the task of slicing tomatoes but you can tell he’s distracted. He’s slowed down, hands moving like molasses as if he’s putting more effort into not looking around than he is cutting vegetables.

Alex however, is watching you. He’s still holding his knife and half cut tomato in his hands, but they sit limp on the counter top. He angles himself towards you, gaze hesitant.

“I tried to make your matcha for you. It’s in the fridge. Not sure how good it is though.”

As usual, he just warms your heart. They couldn’t even make a cup of coffee for Nico, they’re boss, and yet Alex took the time to make you matcha before he started on breakfast BLTs with the rest of them.

“Thanks,” you smile, “M’sure it’s fine. If Nico can make it, anyone can.”

Now leaning against the counter next to Luke, Nico glares at you over the rim of his coffee mug. Even so he looks cute, all puffy eyes and messy hair, thick eyebrows pinched together.

You clear your throat, smiling drooping as you soak in how awkward it feels to be around all of them. How Luke still hasn’t said a word and that’s weird of him. Neither has Jack, and that’s so out of character it’s detrimentally concerning.

And poor Alex who looks like he’s just swallowed a buzzing alarm clock, who has never been holy at handling conflict between those he loves. Guilty, you’re moving before you can even think about it.

Timo must see you coming though because he drops everything in his hands, turning just right that you fit perfectly into the seam of his shoulder when you throw your arms around him.

He’s bigger than Nico, just a hair taller and a bit thicker, but the two of you are like pieces of the same puzzle. Different than you and Nico, but just as perfect.

The hug doesn’t say everything you need it to, but it says enough. You can tell by the way he sighs in relief, breath hot on the top of your head and he melts into you. Your fingers cling to his back, holding him tightly and desperately and it feels like the more you cling to him the tighter he squeezes you around the shoulders.

Closing your watering eyes, you puff out a weighted breath. “Please tell me you helped him make that matcha?” You whisper, just loud for Timo to hear. You can feel his laugh on your skin.

“Of course I did.”

~~~~

Picking at the sleeve of your cable knit sweater, you look from Nico to Timo, lips pursed. Your sat on the freshly made bed, legs crossed over each other in front of you and that teddy bear from Nico’s childhood bedroom resting by your feet.

Timo clears his throat uncomfortably, sat in the large windowsill across from the bed. The sky behind him is bright and blue, showing off after a night of dumping snow in the town. It hurts your eyes a bit to look at it, stabs at the tender spot behind your right eye.

Nico is slowly pacing by the side of the bed. Not anxiously or uneasy, but in a way that makes you feel both of those. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, the string of his hoodie bitten between his teeth.

Every once in awhile he looks up from his feet, looks at Timo like he can’t really decide what to do with him. Then he looks at you, and his eyes go all gentle and soft, and his lips lift just the slightest bit. Then he looks back at his feet and paces.

“Um Schoa?”

He stops, looks up at you expectantly. “Hi, wanna sit for a second?” You ask politely, patting the bed next to you. His brow furrows.

“Why?”

Laughing, you say, “So that I can hold your hand when I tell you that we don’t need a mediator.”

Across the room Timo chuckles. Nico’s head snaps over to glare at him and Timo hides his smile behind his hand, pretending to scratch above his lip.

Climbing to your knees, you shuffle to the end of the bed until you can reach Nico, taking his hands in yours. Your touch pulls his attention from Timo, gaze going tender as it falls on you. You almost melt at the way his head tilts ever so slightly and his thumbs rub at the back of your hands.

“I know that I just…”

“Just what?” You encourage.

His next breath comes out slow and calculated, eyebrows pinching ever so slightly as he thinks. “I’m trying to decide if I should make you two wait to do this and take you with me to Luca’s.”

The investigation (and subsequent interrogation) that had taken place after Lena and Marcello abducted you was officially completed a few days ago. Luca has been waiting for you to heal before he wanted to go over the run down and findings with Nico.

You know why Nico is so torn up about making you and Timo go. He’s trying to open the work side of the family to you, just as you’d asked him to do. He wants you to feel included, to know that he’s not trying to hide this.

But at the same time, you’re relationship with Timo is more important to you than knowing why and what happened that day in his grandfathers old house.

Besides, it makes your skin crawl thinking about having to watch security footage, hear stories and records taken during interrogation with Luca and the rest of the boys around. Probably Nina too, and whatever men they have tailing them.

Embarrassing, you decide. It would so embarrassing to look them in the eye after they’ve seen you at your weakest.

“I want to hear it from you,” you say, fingers tightening around his palms. “Just you, please.”

He reads you so well. Can tell immediately why you don’t want to go, that you only trust him enough to relive that day with him. No one else.

“Ok,” Nico agrees easily, right hand letting go of yours to cradle the back of your head. He ducks down and presses a comforting peck to your forehead. “I promise I’ll tell you everything we find, show you whatever you want after ok?”

He straightens out, smoothes his hand over the top of your head and looks to Timo.

“You’ll be updated too,” Nico tells him. “As long as you keep her safe and happy today, deal?”

Your best friend scoffs. “That’s literally my job description. Along with being hot.”

His words make you giggle, the sound so unexpected you press into Nico’s stomach to stifle the sound into his hoodie. You know better than to laugh when Nico is talking business, but sometimes those boys get the best of you.

And as much as Nico pretends it annoys him, you know he likes to see how happy the family makes you. You can tell by the way he softly tugs at the roots of your hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you look up at him. He’s fighting back an amused grin when you do.

“Come on Schao,” you mumble. “Get outta here, it’s Timo time.”

~~~~

Snow crunching under your boots, you sip at your latte, wincing when the foam burns the tip of your tongue, but too impatient to wait for it to cool.

To the left of you, Timo has popped the lid off of his drink, swirls of steam billowing up into the frigid air and he’s cautiously blowing to cool the liquid down.

You watch him out of the corner of your eye, the two of you strolling lackadaisically through the streets of town. After a moment he takes a deep breath, gloved hand shoving the lid back on his latte. He takes a sip.

“I’m sorry that I left you in the hospital that day,” he finally says, voice quiet like he’s unsure of what to even say. “I should’ve told Nico that you could handle it.”

“Do you really believe that?” You ask, “or are you just saying that now?”

He frowns, lips pursuing. He looks like he’s fighting himself on what to say and you’re unsure if that’s a bad thing or not.

“When Nico came me to that day and told me he lost you, it was like the ground fell out beneath me,” he shakes his head. “I don’t know how Nico kept his cool, but I mean he’s always been good at knowing what to do and when to do it.

“So when he said it wasn’t the best idea to let you at Lena and stuff, I trusted him-“

“You should’ve trusted me.” You cut in, the reminder of him picking Nico over you making your temper flare.

“I know I know,” Timo concedes, holding a hand out to stop you at the streets crosswalk. He checks both ways before nodding you along. “But I was scared and I just-I couldn’t-I didn’t trust myself.”

The sidewalk under your feet feels slick, and you reach out to link your arm through Timo’s. He’s sturdy, locking your arm under his bicep and slipping his hand into his pocket.

“What do you mean?”

Timo sighs heavily, breath shaking with the weight of it. “It was my job to train you, to prepare you to be Nico’s prinzessin and I failed. Somewhere along the way, something you were supposed to know didn’t click and I didn’t make sure that it did. And then all of this happened.

“I did this to you and Nico!”

He’s stopped walking now, angled himself towards you. His eyes are wet and red when they meet yours, the sadness in them colder than the winter temperatures.

“I had to side with him. It was the only thing that felt right after I screwed up so badly. You know Nico, he can fix literally anything.”

You wrench your arm out of his hold, rising to your toes and throwing it around his neck into a bruising hug.

Timo tucks his face into your shoulder, shoulders hunching down to meet your height. Blinking away the tears in your own eyes, you look up at the bright blue sky and focus on the puffy clouds drifting by.

“I had a panic attack,” you murmur weakly. “At the party. Nico and I were fighting, it felt like he was so far away and I just freaked. It was like I was on autopilot, I just went outside to catch my breath.”

You swallow thickly, choking back tears. “As soon as the world around me came back I realized what I did and tried to go back but-“

“Don’t say it,” he cuts off, voice strained and broken. “Don’t tell me how they hurt you.”

“I should’ve been ready,” you continue instead. “Everything they did I went over with you a million times. At least everything I can remember them doing. B-but it was like my head was exploding. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t see.

“My head hurt so badly. I could feel the instructions and lessons right there but nothing was clicking. All I could think about was Nico, how much I wanted him there.”

The air is colder on your cheeks now, and you realize it’s the wet trails of tears that burn. You tuck into Timo shoulders, wet eyelashes fluttering shut to hide from the world.

“I failed Timo. You and Nico prepared me, I just couldn’t do it.”

The arm around your middle squeezes, so tightly it takes your breath away. “That’s not true,” he utters, earnestly. “You didn’t fail. You showed all of us up, you got Luca to side with you. You got the boys out here.

“You showed me and Nico that you know how to lead, all on your own.”

His assurance is like warm water trickling on your head, trailing down into your bones. It’s soothing, calming to hear. Especially from him, from your best friend in the entire world. And he’s a people pleaser, he’ll tell anyone anything they want to hear. This, however, is sincere.

You can tell by the way he looks down at you after you’ve released him from your hug, baby blue eyes certain and steady.

He holds his arm out to you. “M’sorry I didn’t listen to you before.”

“I’m sorry I shut down on you,” you apologize, taking his arm like before. He nods down the street.

“Come on. I want to show you something.”

~~~~

The room is so silent, Nico thinks he could hear snowflakes hitting the roof of the building if he really listened. If it weren’t for the sound of Holtzy breathing so shakily, angrily.

Nico knows the feeling.

The large display screen in Luca’s conference room has gone dark, reflecting a distorted image of them gathered around the table. Nico doesn’t really see that picture. No, he still sees Marcello tying to the chair, how harshly your limo body was thrown down and manipulated with rope. He can still see the way your head lulled, even after you woke up. The way you tried to move and he’s not sure if the bindings stopped you or the fact that you looked like you couldn’t even identify your own limbs.

He can still see the blood that smattered the floor when Lena hit you. Can see and hear the way you cried when Marcello touched you.

Nico never got the footage of the warehouse in Philly when you taken the first time. He had no way of accessing it, especially after he lit the place on fire. He’s thankful for that now.

If he can’t stand to see this, he would’ve died seeing that.

“All of that because she wanted Nico?”

It’s Luke who speaks up first, lips curled in disdain as he looks away from the screen to Luca. The older Hischier sibling looks guilty as he nods, bringing a fist to his mouth as he clears his throat.

“She wanted the business. And the only way to get that for her was through Nico.”

The phones they’d taken and unlocked from Marcello and Lena lay on the oak table in front of him, message threads pulled up. Nico doesn’t need to read them again. Doesn’t need to see another video, hear anymore audio. The story is clear cut.

Lena convinced Marcello that you were using Nico, that you wanted to infiltrate the family from the inside where’d you’d be able to take over both Luca and Nina’s territory.

Marcello believed her, spurred by the fact that they never saw you in a Devs pendant or with a ring. Because in the states, those marks are subtle and hidden. Yours is always tucked under your shirt.

Unlike in Switzerland, where a pendant is always flaunted, every outfit centered around the piece of gold.

And then they devised a plan. One carefully laid out in a text thread between the two the same night Nico took you to Luca’s bar. The same night that you had a run with Lena, apparently. Her friends said something to Luca about it, his camera picked up the moment in front of the bathroom, and Nina confirmed it.

Nico had no idea about it. Hadn’t even known his ex-whatever was even back in town. He can’t believe he didn’t notice. He’s usually so attentive, so analytic of his whereabouts. He’d let his guard down that night too. Because he was so happy to see his siblings, to see you fit right into that booth in the bar with his sister and at the pool table with Luca.

He remembers holding you that night in the bar. Loving and kissing on you in a way he doesn’t normally do in public. How he swayed you to his favorite song and held your waist when helping you line up the queue ball. The way he whispered stupid little things into your ear just to get you to giggle and curl into him, give him a reason to press sweet kisses to your neck and cheeks.

Lena most of noticed. Must of seen how fucking in love he is with you. He never took her to his family’s places, never played her any songs he liked, never tried to make her laugh.

It makes him nauseous to think that someone took that love and used it to hurt you. That she saw him with you and decided that was reason enough to put you in the hospital, to articulate a plan that would take you out of his life forever.

Because that was the intention.

It’s written out in front of him. Kidnap you, use you as bait to get a private meeting with Nico. And when he’d get there by himself, Marcello would have the barrel of his pistol to your temple and Nico would barely get to say your name before he’d pull the trigger.

And Lena would throw herself at him, threaten to turn him in for treason if he didn’t agree to get back with her. She’d tell his whole family how you were using them, say Nico was in on it, and that would be it.

“She should’ve killed her,” Holtzy mutters, and Nico can’t say he disagrees with him. There was a reason he was saving Marcello and Lena after their interrogation. He wanted to have the whole story before he decided what to do.

You took matters into your own hands though, and Nico now thinks that was merciful of you. Because he’d hurt them in ways they could never imagine if he had the chance to now.

All of this because Marcello couldn’t think to check around your fucking neck for a ring or pendant before he strangled you with Nico’s scarf.

“Alex,” Nina breathes in disappointment, lips parted like she wants to scold him or defend you letting Lena live.

“She should’ve,” Nico agrees, so angry it burns his skin, claws at his throat. “She should’ve fucking killed all of us. When we left her at that hospital, when we lied to her.”

He looks over at his boys, at Holtzy who’s always been so fiercely defensive and protective of you it rivals Nico. At Luke and Jack who tease the two of you, who tell you that you can do better and love to drive the two of you crazy but still flew out here last minute because they believe in you. And Mercer who’s always so immature and playful, goofing off and acting like he’s still the 17 year old kid Nico brought into Jersey.

Mercer who worked with you and Luca to execute your plan of revenge. He stepped up lead, got them all together on that flight, was your second in command. The boys took orders from him that day, same as you.

He’s proud of them. Nico is so fucking proud of this group of kids that you turned into men.

“But she did what she thought was best, not what she wanted,” he tells Holtzy. “And we have to trust and accept that.”

The room goes quiet again. Luca takes his seat at the head of the table, running his hands through his hair. Nico locks the stolen phones, stacking them on top of each other and putting them in his hoodie pocket. In case you want to see them.

“I’m retraining,” Luca sighs. “All of my men. In phases every section is going through boot camp again. So that this never happens again Neeky.”

Nico nods, flashing a quick but grateful smile at his brother. He doesn’t blame Luca for this. He knows how Lena is -was- how conniving and controlling. She was so good at always playing the victim.

“We want to have a party kind of thing for you all before you head back to Jersey,” Luca nods towards the younger boys. “End on a happier note. I’ll shut down the bar for a night, have security still but it’ll be safer. Better.”

Nico takes a deep breath, tries to shake off how exhausting this meeting was. “We’ll be there.”

Nina is tapping her fingers on the table top, gaze burning into the side of Nico’s head. He looks over at her, raises an expectant eyebrow.

“When are you gonna do it?”

It. Propose. Nico winces.

“Do what?”

“What are you doing boss?”

Nico thinks the Hughes brothers could be twins with how in sync they always are, how they seem to have the same thoughts. He could kill Nina for bringing this up in front of them.

“Not here,” Nico mutters, looking away when Nina groans in frustration.

“You fought to get her back just to bail! Come on Nico, I saw you that day! You can’t let this scare you off.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenching as he tries to keep his tone in check. He didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to be reminded that the whole purpose of this trip got hijacked and now he’s returning to the states with not just one, but two engagement rings. Neither of which are on your finger.

“M’not gonna do this to her here, Nina.”

“Why not?” She presses. “What could be better? She loves it here, you heard her.”

His temper flares, exploding out of him like boiling oil. “No I heard her screaming and crying as she was tortured!

“I watched her fight for her life in a place she was supposed to be happy. So no I’m not pulling out a ring, and looking her in the eye and explaining that the picture perfect proposal she asked for was lost because I left her alone for five minutes, but please marry me anyway. Sorry I’m asking in my brother’s sticky bar.”

Nico’s chest heaves, angry puffs of air rattling out of him as he sinks back into his chair. He rakes a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands painfully for some kind of release.

He can feel the eyes of all them, watching him like he might start yelling again.

“Boss,” Mercer mumbles cautiously, “she’d still marry you, you know that.”

Nico sighs, nods. “Yeah I know. She told me she still wants to. I just-I have to do it right. And it’s not right anymore.”

“Neeky, you could pull out a ring pop in the bathroom of the bar and that girl would still say yes to you.”

Nina is right. He knows she’s right. You told him that as long as he had the ring and was on his knee, you’d say yes.

But that’s not the point. The point is that he wanted it to be a big deal. Something he planned out, put thought into every detail. He wanted you to see the intention. That way you know he’s doing this because he wants to. Because he wants you.

“I know,” he mutters, the sound of you calling yourself a Hischier on that tape echoing in his head. The last name isn’t officially yours yet, but it’s yours in every sense of the word. “It’s not about her saying yes, I know she’ll say yes. It’s about me…”

Showing her.

He has to show you. Because he’s not great at saying things. He’s better with actions.

“It’s fine,” Nico dismisses, “I’ll figure something out.”

~~~~

Kids laughing and chattering fills the air, echoing around the large skating rink. Timo had bypassed the skate rentals desk when you came in, instead guiding you straight towards the upper stands.

You don’t know why he’s bringing you here, or why he’s staying so far from the actual ice, but you follow him anyway.

The sound of skates scraping the ice flitters up into the rafters, and you glance over to find a group of excited kids skating messily around the rink.

Timo sits dead center in the row, holding down your seat for him and you gladly take it, propping up your half-drank latte on your thigh. You look down, watch the kids skate and notice a woman among them. Beautiful red hair in a thick and loose braid, a black and white skating costume on, the sleeves and pants glittering with gems under the bright lights.

“Nico and I learned to skate here,” Timo says, crossing his foot over his knee and relaxing back into his seat like muscle memory. You wonder how many times he’s come here, probably sat in this exact same seat for some reason.

“It’s a nice rink,” you say, looking over. He’s looking at the ice so intently you think his gaze might magically melt it, create little pools of slush. No, he’s not looking at the ice, you realize, he’s looking at her. At the beautiful red head that’s now gathering the children in a circle for stretches.

“When we were about 13, this girl moved here. Went to our school and everything. She got on well with Nico. We would come here after school everyday, when we were putting off assignments especially. Luca would buy us tickets for the train and we’d come with him because he skated better.

“One day she was here too. And it was like nothing, the way she’d just join us. Never hockey, but she’d skate with us. And she was so beautiful, that way she moved, the way she opened up when she got on the ice…”

His voice has gone soft, distant like he’s lost in this vivid memory of this old friend. You take in the lovesick look on his face, so clear even from just his side profile, and it clicks. He brought you here because that girl on the ice right now is the girl he’s telling you about.

The girl he’d left here. The one Nico briefly mentioned to you once, a few years back when you asked him why Timo, with his beautiful blue eyes and his sweet smile, never went out on dates.

“Timo’s heart is back in Switzerland,” Nico had explained. “His girl is still there, I think.”

You reach over, lay your hand over his in his lap and he blinks, his fingers relaxing under your hold. “Her parents didn’t like us. They knew about Nico and his family, about how I was training with him too. Nico’s grandfather wasn’t the nicest person, hell Rino and Katja are like saints compared to his grandfather.

“So they told her to stay away from us. But she didn’t. Everyday she got on the train with us, sat right next to me and would pull out this cucumber snacks her mother made. She always had them for me. And I started bringing her stuff too. Chocolate and sweets from around my house. She has a sweet tooth but her mother never let her have it. Said it would make her unhealthy.”

Timo laughed quietly to himself, like he still can’t believe her parents were like that. Or maybe at his own rebelliousness, how he went directly against them to make her happy.

“That’s really sweet Timo,” you murmur, smiling to yourself. You’ve known he was a big softie, could’ve guessed that he’d be even worse when in love.

“Yeah, it was. We dated for a long time after that. Snuck around behind her parents back, even though we know they knew. But it was fun. And I was like a puppy in love…”

Something sad settles over his features, glosses over his eyes and he sighs softly.

You fill in the next part for him. “And then you left to Jersey with Nico.”

Timo puffs out his cheeks, nods just once. “I asked her to come with. Told her I’d marry her as soon as we got there. And she agreed, was ready to give up everything, even her figure skating career to come with me.

“But she wasn’t 18 yet and her parents could use that to stop her visa. They told her she couldn’t go with, they forbid it. And they threatened to disown her too.”

You laugh humorlessly, familiar with the abandonment of family. It makes you sad to think of her not even getting the chance to pick. Yeah it broke you to have to make a decision between Nico and your loved ones, but at least you had the agency to make that pick. Her parents never gave her that.

“Every time I’m here I come see her. Beg her to come with me. She’s not close to her parents anymore, but she never got over that teenage fear. And she has a career and a life here now. One without me.

“How am I supposed to ask her to give that up?”

He’s looking at you now, eyes glossy and begging, and it breaks your heart. You had no idea how tormented by love Timo has been all these years. That every year when he makes his annual trip home he tears open old wounds just to see his teenage sweetheart that he never got over.

Answers. He wants answers from you because you had been her before.

You swallow thickly, frowning sympathetically at him. “Tell her that,” you advise. “Tell her how much it hurts you to ask her to give that life up. And if she really loves you, it won’t matter.

“It’s not exactly a sacrifice if what you’re getting in return is far better in the end.”

“Is that how it was?” He asks. “For you and Nico?”

It’s not even a question you have to think about, nodding as your lips curl into a loving smile. “Yeah it was. Nico told me he’d never want to make me choose, but my family wanted me to. And no one who really loves you would make you choose.”

Timo sniffles, blinking back his tears and turning back to the rink. “I don’t want her to pick, I just want her to be happy. And I know she loves me still. Every time I’m home we fall back into who we were when I left. Like no time has ever passed.”

You can’t help but ache for him. So you lean your head against his shoulder, hold his hand to let him know you’re here for him, always.

“You know, for being my best friend, you kept this from me for a long time.”

Timo chuckles, squeezing your fingers in acknowledgment. “I wanted her to myself for a bit longer. And I knew if I told you you’d come flying over here in that jet to get her to come to Jersey.”

On the ice, the beautiful red head looks up from her lesson, immediately finding Timo in the stands. You were right, this must be his spot in the rink, some seat of significance.

Timo lifts his free hand, waving at her and she effortlessly skates a little flourish, wiggling her fingers back at him with a smile so wide you can see it from all the way up here.

You and Nico have your love story, you decide, and now it’s time for Timo to have his too. Whether it’s convincing him to stay here with her or convincing her to come home with him, you’ll do whatever it takes.

[makethatelevenrings]

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]

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.

[officialspec]

taking a vitamin with collagen & keratin is supposedly good for the hair thinning, you should also try applying things TO your hair & getting shampoo & conditioners meant to thicken hair, instead of just taking a supplement. most bitches use rogaine but that gave me chemical burns 🤷‍♂️ i use viviscal because my doctor recommended it for my alopecia but if you can find something with similar ingredients ur fine

TYYY posting this for my balding brothers

[charlott2n]

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??

[himbos-hotline]

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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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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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.

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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

[anadorablekiwi]

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)