#lace aloe

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

Lace aloe

[faguscarolinensis]

Aristaloe aristata / Lace Aloe at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[cattle-and-chaos]

Plant haul from an Ohio nursery!

Epipremnum aureum “N’Joy Pothos”  -- Big wishlist plant for me for ages and I finally got one.  

Crassula falcata “Propeller plant”

Aloe aristata “Lace Aloe”

Hoya kerri “Heartleaf Hoya”  -- Another wishlist plant for a decent price.

Aloe variegata “Pheasant Breast”

[kierancampire]

I dunno what my aloe is on but it is something!

Okay, so she sprouted that one huge flower that broke off into 3 pieces, then she sprouted another medium sized one that once again broke off into 3 pieces, now she's sprouting another flower that looks like it will break off into multiple pieces! Then not only that, but a pup I haven't removed is sprouting a mini flower! The queen is going off!

[arthallea]

so, i'm in the market for a good lamp for the winter/late fall for my torch plant! (lace aloe/aloe aristata/etc.) any suggestions for a good one?

[torifoolery]

I'm terrible with plants and I don't even know what this one is (I think maybe my mom gave it to me?) but it's blooming and it's pink

[askvariance]

lace, 2? (Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!)

OLD LACE: Oh, hello. Who are you?

OLD LACE: My best friend? Do you mean Pearl? She's such a dear, always helping me without me having to ask. And she has the most wonderful laugh.

OLD LACE: You know, I keep telling Neon that I want to go to the beach. She loves the beach. Even those noisy little shrimp. I can't stand the things.

OLD LACE: If you see her, can you tell her to come have a word with me? I keep meaning to ask her something.

[daisymaygames]

Antique lace I’m turning into curtain valances, and my new aloe plant named Alan

[noe-pri08]

Miguel O'Hara

Heat

Summary: Miguel is in heat

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn't my first language

You've been without seeing Miguel nearly one week, you are worried so you decide to do something. He gave a key to his house some time ago so you take it and go see him.

When you get there you look for him but don't find, you go to his room and an odd smell fills your nostrils. It's like vanilla or something similar

"Miguel?" you ask, but the only thing you hear are muffled sounds. You open the door and see his room

It is all messy, there are clothes everywhere and the smell of arousal hanging on the air. It was so strange, he has always had his room annoyingly cleaned up, he was obsessed with tidiness

"Go away" you heard him say. His under the blankets of his bed, curled up in himself

"Why? What happens?" you start walking towards him to get a better look of him

"Don't you see? I'm in heat, leave me alone please" he groans

You forrow your brows, confused "Heat? Like...animals? What do you mean?"

He lets a frustrated sigh "Kind of. Is like a biological urge, a primal instinct. You can think of this like an amplified version of lust"

Your eyes widened in realization as you finally understood. Miguel was in a sexual heat, a heightened state of desire that he couldn't resist. Suddenly, the scent in the room made sense. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Umm, okay...is there anything I can help with?" you say doubtly, not knowing what to do

Miguel's gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of desperation and longing in his eyes. His voice came out in a husky tone, filled with desire. "Yes, please. I... I need relief. The heat is unbearable."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of hesitance and a growing heat of your own. You had a deep bond with Miguel, you were just friends but the thought of helping him in this vulnerable state sparked a primal desire within you.

Cautiously, you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Okay, Miguel. I'll help you," you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of care and uncertainty. "But we have to establish some ground rules. This is only to help you through your heat, and once it's over, we'll go back to being friends, alright?"

He nodded, an intense longing evident on his face. "I understand. Anything, anything you want, but help me."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own nerves. "Alright, let's start by getting you more comfortable," you said, moving towards the tangled blankets covering him. Miguel eagerly helped you remove the layers, exposing his clothed body.

Then you started to take his clothes off, slowly and carefully. His muscular chest, defined abs amd strong arms at your sight. The sight of his muscular body sent a jolt of desire through you, fueling your own arousal. But in this moment, all that mattered was providing him the relief he desperately needed.

Miguel watched you intently, his red eyes burning with desire. His breathing grew heavier, and a low growl escaped his lips as his body responded to the touch of air on his bare skin.

Once his clothes were fully discarded, his naked body lay before you, his arousal evident and throbbing. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and arousal yourself, your gaze lingering on his well-endowed form.

He shifted on the bed, his movements filled with a primal restlessness. "Please... touch me," he pleaded, his voice raw with need.

Temptation coursed through your veins as heard his request "Wait just a moment" you say while you take your own clothes off, first your shirt and bra, then your trousers and panties, your naked body in front of him to admire.

Miguel's eyes wandered over your form, his gaze filled with hunger and appreciation. His red eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and relief, knowing that his needs would finally be met. The sight of you undressing only fueled his desire further, making his need for contact more urgent.

Reaching out to trace your fingertips along his sculpted abdomen, following the trail of soft hairs leading to his lower regions. You felt a surge of desire welling up within you as you continued to explore his body, teasingly tracing circles on his sensitive skin.

Miguel's breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as he arched his back, craving more. The room filled with the scent of desire and the sound of your shared breaths, intensifying the electric atmosphere between you.

You walk to the bed and climb up, ending up on him. You kiss while your hands roam over his abs and arms. You get up feeling excited, your core throbbing in anticipation.

You take Miguel's cock on your hands, touching him, you align with your center and sink down, your pussy getting filled.

Miguel's hands found their way to your waist, holding you tightly against him. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel his heated breath against your skin. The intimacy between you intensified, as your bodies connected in a primal dance of raw desire.

It was in this moment that you both lost yourselves in the fire of your shared attraction, succumbing to the overwhelming need for release. The room echoed with the passionate sounds of your entangled bodies as you found solace and relief in each other's embrace, giving in to the primal instinct that drove you both in this heated encounter.

As the intensity of your connection grew, your desire for Miguel became undeniable. You straddled him, allowing yourself to take control, as the heat in the room reached its peak. Miguel's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and anticipation, his breathing becoming ragged. The moans and sticky sounds of both bodies crashing together making the room become more intimate

You began to move faster, your hips grinding against him and made your body tremble with every thrust while he puts your tits in his mouth sucking your nipples. Miguel's hands grasped your hips tightly, urging you to go faster. The pleasure intensified, and the air brimmed with the scent of sweat and arousal.

Miguel's grip on you tightened as he met your movements with his own, the intensity building between you

With the momentum building between you and Miguel, your desire and hunger for each other only grew more fervent. You increased the pace of your movements even more, riding him with a desperate need for release. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, the wet, rhythmic slaps ringing out in the air.

Miguel's hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he met your every thrust with his own. The intensity of your connection pushed you both to the brink, pleasure coursing through your veins like a wildfire.

Your moans mingled with the sound of his growls, creating a symphony of passion and urgency. As you rode him faster and harder, the sensations became overwhelming. Waves of pleasure washed over you, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach, ready to explode into blissful release.

Driven by your shared desire, you and Miguel found solace in each other's bodies, lost in the rhythm and intensity of your union. The room became a haze of pleasure, heat, and pure ecstasy as you both raced towards that elusive moment of climax.

With one final thrust, your body tensed, a surge of pleasure coursing through you like an electric shock. You let out a moan of ecstasy as your walls clenched around Miguel, drawing out his own climax. The room seemed to blur as you both reached the peak of pleasure, your bodies trembling in unison.

Intense waves of pleasure washed over you, making your toes curl and your body shudder. You clung to Miguel, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you rode out the waves of your orgasms together.

As the aftershocks of pleasure began to subside, you collapsed into each other's arms, your bodies still entwined. Both of you were soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, and yet a sense of relief washed over you, mingled with a lingering connection and contentment.

Panting heavily, you lay tangled in each other's arms, basking in the euphoria of your shared experience. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breaths and the gentle rising and falling of your chests.

Miguel's fingers lovingly traced patterns along your back as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His voice was filled with a mix of sincerity and gratitude as he whispered, "Thank you... for helping me through this, for being here for me."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you shifted to meet his gaze. "I'm glad I could be here for you, Miguel," you replied, your voice filled with a warm tenderness. "We'll get through this together."

Wrapped in each other's arms, you both drifted into a peaceful slumber, finding solace and comfort in each other's embrace.

[userlando]

sweetener — oscar piastri

oscar piastri x fem!reader [4.2k] summary: you'd shown him a picture of a couple on a date, painting. it was an offhand comment from you, something along the lines of ‘I’d love to do that’ that oscar had apparently stored away in his mind. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, semi-public sex, cunnilingus. a/n: hellooo my loves, this was completely inspired by the mclaren painting video and I just couldn't resist writing it. it was time that oscar made his debut on my blog so hope you enjoy this. as always, don't be a ghost reader bc i'd love to hear your thoughts!! happy reading xx

Your boyfriend was a closeted romantic but not many people believed it. He was sarcastic, funny and way more intelligent than people gave him credit for and your friends had warned you of lovebombing when you first started dating.

They couldn’t believe that a man his age could be so sweet, doting on you from the start and planning your dates whereas, in the past, you’d handle everything, secretly wishing that the men on Tinder could - for once - plan nice dates that didn’t involve a couch, a movie and minimal dry conversation that lead nowhere.

It was on your fourth date, when Oscar had taken you for a fun night of mini golf that you realised that you’d quite literally struck gold. And when he’d wrapped his arms around you to help you put and kissed your cheek, you knew you were screwed.

Summer break had just begun but you were still swamped with work, sitting in online meetings until your back turned sore and Oscar kept his distance out of respect for exactly two days before he grew bored and restless. He had your full attention during nights, where you’d go for late night drives to get your usual soggy fries and milkshakes, but he saw how you were growing more and more agitated from work and he couldn’t have that.

It was a bit tricky to set up a picnic basket, packing everything up neatly for a drive out to a meadow he’d come across a few months ago. It was something he’d randomly planned - and scrolled through Pinterest for, and the look on your face was worth all the trouble and then some.

You’d cupped his face in your hands and pressed smacking kisses to his face in thanks, squealing in barely contained excitement as you skipped into your room to change out of your sweats. And when you’d emerged… Oscar had half a mind to throw the plans to the wind, restraining his urge to grab you by the hips and guide you back into the bedroom.

He couldn’t stop staring as you walked in front of him, watching the way your legs moved as you took large and calculated steps over the tall grass. You were surrounded by beautiful flowers and greenery, but his eyes were focused on you and the flowy dress you wore. The hem of it was kissing the tops of your thighs, beautiful and flattering on you but then again, everything you wore was. It must’ve been new, because Oscar would have definitely remembered a dress like that.

You turned your head to shoot him a smile over your shoulder that was brighter than the sun above and Oscar stumbled a little, causing you to giggle as you stuck your hand back for him to grab. The warmth of your palm made him squeeze it in his grasp, taking a few big strides to fall into step with you.

“This is beautiful.” You mused, voice laced with wonder and he was nodding, even though his eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah.” He murmured, sounding faraway and you shot him an amused glance that Oscar absolutely loved.

The furrowed brows and teasing tilt of his lips would be the death of him. He glanced up, scanning his eyes for a good place to spread out the blanket and he made a pleased sound in his throat when he spotted a hidden spot beneath a gigantic tree. It had plenty of shade and he thanked his lucky stars because he’d forgotten sunscreen and the sun was brutal today. He’d hate to see you get sunburnt. Although he never did mind rubbing you down with aloe.

Oscar cleared his throat when his mind started wandering, ridding himself of his thoughts as he steered the both of you to the spot under the tree. You followed him, humming a song quietly and he couldn’t help but smile at the serenity of it all.

You took a few moments to spread out the blanket, toeing off your shoes and settling down with a sigh. Oscar popped open the lid of the basket and reached inside for the bottle of Orangina and champagne.

“Ah, fuck.” He swore as he peered down into the basket, making you frown in concern.

“What?” You scooted closer, craning your neck to see what he was looking at.

“I forgot the glasses.” He looked up at you, giving you an apologetic smile that you were quick to wave off. “Sorry, love.”

“That’s fine.” You made grabby hands at the bottle, watching him pass it over with a laugh. “We’ll just have to share.”

You unscrewed the cork and took a sip of the cold juice while Oscar started unpacking the vast array of food. He’d really gone all out, picking out your favourite pastries and fruits and something about that made you very emotional. Oscar glanced up at you, stopping his movements when he noticed the shine in your eyes and your wobbly lip.

“Baby.” His voice made you look up, and he laughed when you smiled tearfully at him, like you were trying to reassure him that your tears were out of joy rather than sadness. Oscar cupped your cheek and pulled you forward for a kiss. “Why have you gone all teary on me?”

You gave a heavy sigh that made Oscar’s heart clench painfully in adoration. “It’s just… You’re so sweet to me. I love this. I love you.”

Oscar watched you scoot closer, pressing his face into your hair when you cuddled into his side. You smelled like flowers and he couldn’t resist burying his nose in your hair because that scent was absolutely intoxicating. It was everywhere at home. On the pillows, towels and blankets and it always pulled the same reaction from him.

Sometimes you’d pack his suitcases for him, not because he asked or demanded you, but because your heart was just that kind and you’d spritz your perfume on his clothes because you knew that he secretly loved that. And he did. Nothing made him feel more homesick and loved than when he flipped the lid of his suitcase open and was hit with your scent.

“I guess you’re gonna love me even more.” He said and that prompted you to look up, pulling away from his embrace slightly. The curious tilt of your eyebrows made him smile. “Here.”

He handed you the small container of washed and fresh strawberries before turning to his bag to rifle through it. You gave a laugh of surprise when you realised what he was pulling out, eyeing the paintbrushes and tubes of colours.

You couldn’t believe that he remembered. The one time you’d tilted your phone towards him when you were sat on the sofa, showing him a picture of a random couple painting during a date. It was an offhand comment from you, something along the lines of ‘I’d love to do that’ that Oscar had apparently stored away in his mind.

“I suck at painting.” He said and it made you laugh. “But I thought this could be fun.”

“Oscar!” You didn’t even know what to say, staring wide eyed and speechless at the things sitting between you before moving your eyes up to him.

His cheeks went pink, bashful smile stretching his lips and you got up on your knees to smack a kiss to his mouth that he laughed into.

“We’re going to outshine Monet.” You said determinedly, sitting back down and grabbing your canvas.

The evening went on as the both of you painted, not very well but it was fun and prompted several fits of laughter from the both of you as you took occasional peeks at your paintings.

One too many gulps of fizzy champagne later and sandwiches eaten, the both of you found yourselves almost done with your pieces. You were sitting cross legged, face pinched in concentration and Oscar couldn’t help but sneak a picture on his phone; finding the sight of you all too endearing. You had a little paint on your cheek that you weren’t aware of, lips slightly pursed and Oscar couldn’t for the life of him stop staring at your exposed thighs. Your dress had ridden up, giving him an amazing view of your legs and he had to physically flex his fingers to keep from grabbing at them.

He cleared his throat and looked away, glancing up at the sky squinting. The sun had found its way behind some very dark clouds and he silently cursed the weather app for giving him false information because it looked like it was definitely going to rain.

“I think it’s gonna rain.” He said, absentmindedly voicing his thoughts out loud and you looked at him before glancing up at the sky.

You scrunched your nose before your face transformed into a smile that made your boyfriend’s heart skip. He squirmed.

“That’s okay.” You said slowly and put down your brush. “Because I... Am done.”

“Let’s see it then.” He grinned at the way you grabbed both sides of your canvas, revealing the other side slowly.

The splash of colour was pretty and it wasn’t hard to make out what it was supposed to be. A beach with a colourful sky consisting of pink, orange and even subtle red. Oscar nodded his head, visibly impressed and you smiled.

“That’s gorgeous, I don’t even wanna show mine now.” He said and you frowned.

“But I wanna see it.” You said, pushing yourself up a little to strain your neck.

But Oscar was quick to hide his canvas close to his chest which made you pout.

“No, it’s hideous.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“Oscar!” You whined and it almost made him cave.

You realised fairly quickly that he wasn’t going to concede, so you put your canvas down and crawled on all fours over to his side of the blanket. He leaned back, smiling at your giggles until you were on top of him; The awkward angle sending you both into a fit of laughter.

“Is that a duck?” Your voice went high with laughter and Oscar sucked his cheeks into his mouth when you grabbed his canvas and took a look at it. “It’s so cute!”

“It’s —“

“It even has lashes!” You squinted your eyes at it and Oscar frowned.

“That’s eyebrows.” He said and you looked up at him, an apologetic smile playing on your lips.

“Oh.” You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth in a poor attempt to hide your laughter, but Oscar raised his eyebrows in mock insult and it made it harder. “Sorry.”

He wanted to open his mouth and feign insult, but the way you were chewing on your lip made it very hard to concentrate and he found himself getting distracted easier than he’d like to admit. The shine your saliva left had him craning his neck to catch your lips in a kiss, revelling in your surprised moan that you breathed into his mouth.

You tasted of fizzy champagne and sweet fruits, Oscar licking into your mouth and it made you squirm in his lap. He kissed you until you were out of breath, grabbing your sides and rolling the both of you around until he was straddling you. The squeal that left your lips made you both laugh and it didn’t stop when he struggled to get his canvas out from between your chests to throw it to the side. You blinked up at him slowly, and it was like he was stuck in a trance.

The first drop on your forehead was almost comical, and you thought that maybe he’d accidentally drooled on you for a second. But Oscar glanced up with a frown, just in time for the skies to open up and begin drizzling. Luckily, you found yourselves under the tree and that’s what made it so easy to dismiss the rain, grabbing the collar of Oscar’s shirt to redirect his gaze back to you.

“We’re gonna get si—“ He was interrupted by your lips, a small mmpfh being punched out of his chest and you were quick to swallow the noise, kissing him until the pink in his cheeks deepened to a pretty shade of red and his lips were kissed raw.

You loved the way he looked after a make out, with the dark eyes and the smatter of colour on his cheeks. It drove you further to mess his hair up and have him grinding down into you.

He wasn’t doing it yet, hips carefully held above you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight but you wanted it. Craved it, even.

The rush of water coming down from the sky turned the air damp, clamming your already heated skin up and making it sticky. You let your thighs fall open in an obvious invitation, one that Oscar was too happy to accept when he slotted his hips against yours; Successfully pressing your crotches together. The weight of him was delicious, sparking something hot in your body that had you wrapping your legs around him to keep him close. You felt your foot knock something over, but you were too preoccupied with the way his lips were wandering to actually care.

He kissed wetly down your jaw, sucking insistently on your sensitive skin under your earlobe. You keened, hips jumping up into his in an attempt to grind your centre against him and Oscar quickly met you halfway, the hard bulge of him setting fireworks off in your chest.

“Oscar, please.” You gasped when he bit your throat. He hummed in acknowledgement, low and breathless. “Need more.”

He detached his lips from your neck, glancing around as if he was keeping an eye out for someone and you took that moment to take in his face. The pout of his lips and the width of his neck that you were dying to mark up with your mouth. The sight of it always did things to you, so much so that there had been several occasions where you went a little overboard and sent him on his way to the paddock with a bruised up neck and a blush dancing on his cheeks. He never really protested though, so you didn’t stop.

“Out here?” He asked, looking down at you and you nodded shyly. “Really?”

You turned your head to stare off into the distance, thinking that there was no way anyone was frolicking anywhere near you in this weather. And if there were people around, it was almost impassible to spot the two of you with the way the rain was coming down incredibly heavy. It was hard to see past a few metres and the grass was high enough to hide you both from any prying eyes.

In the meantime your thoughts had calculated the very low risk of being caught, Oscar had begun his ascent up your thighs with his hands, pulling the hem of your dress up in the process. His eyes were fastened on you, wanting to catch every micro expression on your face the higher he went up.

Your mouth opened in a quiet exhale when his hands touched your clothed pussy, thighs trembling when his finger ran over the nub of your clit. Oscar’s heart was beating fast, emotion and adoration gripping his heart in a vice when you looked up at him through your lashes.

You hadn’t dated for that long, but he’d memorised every single expression on your face, along with their meaning. He prided himself in how well he could read you, and he felt just a little smug whenever you brought it up. There was always a bit of wonder in your eyes and surprise in your voice when he said something that you didn’t expect him to remember. Like you never had anyone in your life to pay close attention to you, or even care to and it made him sad because how could they not?

You had somehow managed to become his entire world in the span of a few months and he intended to keep you happier than the average person.

That’s why he didn’t wait to pull your panties to the side when you whispered a small plea, sounding a lot like please, fully zoned in on making you feel as good as possible.

“Oh, shit.” You swore and Oscar hid a smile by hanging his head to stare between your legs instead.

You never swore in daily conversation, but boy, did you turn into a sailor when he was between your thighs.

“My pretty girl.” He complimented you, voice quiet but loud enough to overpower the sound of the downpour.

You smiled shakily, lip wobbling in pure pleasure when he swiped his fingers between your slick folds to wet them. Oscar circled your clit a few times, pulling some moans from your lips and he kept his eyes on your shiny bottom lip as he located your hole and pushed a finger inside.

He groaned around an exhale at the tightness of you, your warmth enveloping his fingers beautifully as he tested the waters. He must’ve deemed you ready for a second digit, sliding it inside alongside the first and watching you squirm atop the blanket.

“God, your fingers.” You bit your lip when his thumb joined in, rubbing your clit just the way he knew you liked it. “Like magic.”

It took everything in your boyfriend not to smile proudly and puff his chest out. It always made him preen when you complimented him while you were lost in the moment, and he knew that a big part of him needed and wanted your validation.

Oscar listened to your whines and moans, bending his head down to press small and fleeting kisses to your clammy skin. Your chest was heaving as he kissed you between your breasts, feeling his own breathing go heavy when you arched your back and stuck your chest out. Like you wanted him to touch you there. And really, who was he to say no when you begged so prettily?

The neckline of your dress was thankfully very stretchy, allowing your boyfriend to pull the material down enough to expose your chest to his eyes. You weren't wearing a bra, something he’d noticed on the car ride over here when the AC had been blasting cold air and tightened your nipples. He hadn’t said anything then but his cock had stirred in interest at the sight.

He moaned almost depravingly when he got his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking on it until your walls were clenching around his moving fingers. He gave the other the same treatment before deciding that he’d waited enough, moving down your body while his other unoccupied hand bunched up the fabric of your dress over your stomach.

You were dripping wet, slick sliding down his hands and presumably messing up the blanket underneath you and Oscar had to bring a hand down to squeeze around his cock. The sight of you under him with your legs bent and wide open was something he’d take a mental photo of, storing it away in his mind for his loneliest nights.

“Fuck,” he swore, shuffling further down so he was face to face with where you needed him the most. He gave you a sucking kiss on the inside of your thigh and you whined. “You smell so good, baby.”

That had you squirming self-consciously, bringing your hands up to hide your face. Your mouth opened against the palm of your hand when you felt his tongue swipe between his fingers messily, like he was tasting you and you bit down on your hand to stop the inevitable moan from tumbling out.

“Oscar.” You pleaded with him and the next swipe came almost immediately, like he didn’t want to keep you waiting.

Oscar was as talented as they came, when it came to his hands and how to use them. The way the both of you had learned each other’s bodies was admirable, and Oscar had really learnt it well. He knew what made you tick, what made you throw your head back and scream out blasphemous words that had him smirking.

It wasn’t a surprise, really, when he took you to newer highs in record speed. With the aid of his fingers and mouth, he managed to pull out your first orgasm that sent your head spinning right into the gutter. Your thighs closed around his head, turning your head to the sky as you cried out your climax.

Oscar withdrew his fingers from the tight grip of your pussy, but he didn’t stop licking gently as you slowly came down from your high. He kept his eyes on you, enjoying the tremble in your legs around him and the occasional hitch in your breath.

He couldn’t see your face, it being turned to the sky still, but he watched your throat bob before finally looking down at him with a dazed look on your face. Your body jerked when he tongued across your clit, hand shooting down to his hair to grip it loosely.

“That was…” You trailed off, still out of breath and tongue thick in your mouth but Oscar grinned like you’d handed him the stars and moon.

“Another one?” He asked, almost hopefully and you gave him a look of slight disbelief.

You laughed with a nod, trying not to flush warmth when he tilted his head back to wipe at his wet mouth with the back of his hand. He looked so casual, but the sight of it made your entire being turn fire hot. Even more so when he pressed a few absentminded kisses to your thighs before going right back in, working you with his tongue until the initial sensitivity faded off to the background and brought forth a second wave of pleasure.

Oscar’s jaw was starting to ache, but you were grasping at his hair and scratching his scalp so pleasantly that he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He needed you to come again, needed to taste more of you because he couldn’t have enough. So, he upped the ante and focused on your clit, laving his tongue over it and pursing his lips to suck it into his mouth.

He was almost disappointed when your moans started turning high pitched, thighs clenching tightly around his head because he wanted it to go on for longer. But he couldn’t be too sad about it when you sounded the way you did, so breathless and lost to the world.

There was no doubt that anyone could’ve heard you if it weren’t for the rain, the way you were moaning and cursing. It made Oscar smug, but also so fucking hard that he had to reach his hand down to fish himself out of his pants, almost moaning into your pussy when his hand closed around his length.

It really wouldn’t take long for him to come, already feeling sensitive to his touch as he jacked himself off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cussed suddenly in one drawn out breath, hips arching up into his mouth as you groaned out your second orgasm.

The hitches in your breaths as the orgasm rolled through you made Oscar squeeze himself and it was when you pushed his head off of you with your hand that he hurriedly sat up, getting so dizzy from the sudden movement that he almost went teetering to the side. You hadn’t realised that he was taking care of himself until you caught sight of his hand, peering at him through hooded eyelids as he groaned low in his throat and aimed between your legs, coming with a jump of his hips.

It made you clench around nothing. The sight of him throwing his head back, hair damp and floppy as he sucked air into his lungs. He gave off a full body shiver, sitting back on his heels with a deep sigh.

“That was new.” You said around a smile, making him look down at you. His cheeks went pink, smile a little shy and you grabbed his arm to pull him down so you could kiss his smiling mouth.

“I hope that was okay.” He whispered against your lips and you gave him a slow nod.

“More than okay.” You glanced down between you two, pulling a slight grimace at your soiled underwear. “Need to get those off though.”

Oscar laughed and sat up, reaching for tissues while you did your best to pull your panties down your legs. You let them drop to the side, cheeks warm at the sight of both your spend on the wet material.

“Do you reckon it’s better to wait the rain out?” Oscar asked casually as he pried your legs apart, gently cleaning you up.

You glanced around, noting that while it was still raining, it seemed to let up quite a bit and you figured that it wouldn’t take long before it ceased completely. It was a trek back to the car and you honestly didn’t think that your legs could work for the next half hour anyway.

Oscar threw away the soiled tissues and grabbed your legs, pulling you closer to him until you got the memo and moved to snuggle up into his side. He pulled you in, burying his face in your hair with a sated sigh.

“Probably best to wait it out.” You replied belatedly. “I don’t mind sitting here with you.”

Oscar hid a smile in your hair.

“Me neither.” He murmured against your temple.

He’d sit around here forever if it meant spending time with you.

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

Treehouse Gardens

[sebastainstansupremacy]

Sea Salt

Pairing - JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, teasing, piv sex, public sex, choking, daddy kink, use of pet names. Not proofread!

Word Count - 2978

Summary - Rising temperatures mean spending the day at the beach with the Pogues. And with you looking oh so tempting in that skimpy little bikini, JJ can't help but take you for a swim.

One thing about your friends was they never missed an opportunity to spend their days lazily longing around at the beach. And lucky for them, the scorching sun had called for exactly that. As you all trudged through the hot sand, shoes in hand letting your toes burn under the scolding floor, finding a perfect spot nestled within on of the coves far down the beach. Within seconds the boys had discarded anything they had been holding prior replacing their grips with their surfboards. 

"Not so fast Maybank" you scolded, rifling through your bag trying to find the suncream you had packed earlier this morning. As soon as your hands pulled out the white bottle you saw JJ roll his eyes and huff, "ugh mom do I have to wear that?" he pouted, teasing at the fact that you mothered him, probably way more than you should. You couldn't help yourself, you were the only constant female figure in his life - you may be his girlfriend, but you felt responsible for him like you had to step up and show him a love a mother should give. 

You raised your eyebrows at the boy watching him throw a fake tantrum as your friends laughed along at him. "All of you, suncream!" you exclaimed, it wasn't just JJ you mothered it was the entire group. You'd somehow become the mother of the Pogue group; you had no idea how providing the fact that it was usually you being carried home after a few too many drinks or dragged down from any surface you found fit to dance on. Maybe it was because you had a constant supply of whatever was needed to hand; bandaids? you had them. lighter? of course. snacks? always something to keep JJ quiet when he was hyper and chewing your ear off. 

You'd rubbed cream all over your boyfriend making sure you take extra time massaging over his yummy abs, wouldn't want them to burn after all. Though that would mean you could lather him up in aloe vera later... maybe you should let him burn? "Your turn princess" JJ whispered against your neck, letting his hot breath linger on your skin. He took the bottle from your hand squirting all over your chest with no precaution leaving a string of white cream all over your skimpy bikini holding your tits up.

"Hmm think I've seen this one before" he joked, such a filthy mind. His hands eagerly spreading them all over your upper body, hands slipping in between the material flicking lightly at your now erect nipples. A small moan escapes your lips, JJ's face laced with a shit-eating-grin knowing it took absolutely nothing to have you putty in his hands. Your eyes flashed to your friends, unfazed by the two of you, too busy talking with one another. 

JJ's greasy hands hung on your waist spinning your body so you were facing away from him, soaking in the view of the waves crashing ahead of you. His hands continuing to knead at your skin from your shoulders down to your lower back and then to your ass. His hands lightly pulling your cheeks apart letting your bikini bottoms slide between the crease. You could feel the heat rushing between your legs.

That boy knew exactly what he was doing. And with a tap of your arse and a kiss on the crown of your head, his hands left your body. Leaving you a little touch starved. Your head turning over your shoulder to see him already back with John B and Pope grabbing their surfboards. You shook away all the dirty thought from your mind and lying down next to Sarah and Kiara.

The day ticked by slowly, spending the majority of it sipping beer, watching the boys surf and gossiping with your girls about anything and everything. That's what you loved most about Kie and Sarah, even though things were not always smooth sailing especially between the two, the bond you three now shared was unbreakable. 

You hand one of JJ's caps resting on your face blocking the UV from scorching your cheeks anymore than it already had, as you lay with your hands resting by your hips dozing in and out of consciousness. It was nice for all of 5 minutes until you were abruptly awoken by your lover shaking his soaked hair all over your slightly pink skin leaving you slightly gasping at the contrast of cold, salt water.

You slowly lifted the cap off your head to meet his lopsided smile and wide eyes towering over you, how could you stay mad at him. He laid behind you lifting your head so it sat across his damp trunks, sighing contently as his hands rubbed against your scalp. Your eyes flicking over to your friends each talking to their own lover in their own bubbles. 

One thing about JJ was he could not sit still for 2 fucking minutes, unless he was stoned out of his mind - which was pretty frequently. And so his pestering began, 'come swim with me darlin', which you dismissed promising you would in a little while, which he knew would be a lot longer than he was willing to wait. 

Your heavy lids opening when he shifted to sit up, forcing you to do the same giving him a sleepy smile as you cupped your face with his large, rough palms. "hey pretty girl, come play mermaids with me?" he pouted, he knew you loved any excuse to act like a stupid fool with him and there was nothing more idiotic than when the two of you shoved snorkels on your faces and splashed around in the sea.

But you were oh so tired and you felt so cosy resting against his lap dozing off whilst he stroked your cheek and whispered silly little facts and words at you. You hummed, conflicted with the idea of just lying with your friends and he could see that on your face but the boy was not going to take no for an answer.

So there you were being thrown over his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he ran towards the crashing waves. Your friends shaking their head, humoured by you two fools. "How cold is it Jay?" you asked, now pouting yourself, you loved the sea and that's why you loved your life so much having such easy access to the beautiful beaches of Outer Banks, but the initial feeling of icy water against your skin always put you off, only slightly. 

You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for the shock of cold water as JJ dropped you down into the sea, causing a huge splash which sent your entire body below the waves. As soon as your face emerged he was wading away from you knowing what was coming, chasing after him ready to drag him below the surface in revenge. 

"It's only a lil' cold baby" he joked trying to make light of the situation but watching you slightly shiver with your nipples poking through your bikini top made him feel slightly guilt. Calling truce and swimming over to you, let you rest your arms around his neck and legs around his waist providing you couldn't quite stand in this depth. But he could, he was so dreamy and tall, hands resting on your butt stroking circles across each cheek. 

Your wet lashes fluttering looking at his blue eyes, full of lust and love. He used one hand to gently push your face closer to his own, noses touching. His tongue slipped out and across your lips, before you parted them allowing him unrestricted access to your mouth. Your hands running through his damp curls tugging at the ends. Your tongues gliding across one another, sucking and biting at anything the two of you could get a hold of. 

"You taste salty" you laughed in between kisses. "You taste so fuckin' good" he growled back, his mouth parting with yours and latching onto your neck peppering it with wet kissed, biting slightly at your ear before whispering into it, "And I can't wait to taste something even fuckin' better later". And with that he let go of your waist leaving you to tread the water as he splashed around you.

Those words left your cunt aching, desperate for his thigh, his fingers, his tongue, his dick, anything and everything. If there was one thing you knew about that boy it was that he would alway act nonchalant after teasing you and leaving you a desperate mess, even though you knew he would most certainly have a raging boner, he'd never show it on his face. You took a sharp deep breath trying to compose your self and swimming over to him joining in his splashing antics. 

The two of you had spent longer than you'd like to admit 'playing mermaids', telling each other 'watch this' before doing a handstand under the water or some sort of silly trick like you were kids. It was JJ's turn to show off his next 'impressive skill', he swam towards you with a cheesy grin and suggestive eyes, "watch this bae" he winked before plummeting below the surface.

Your eyes squint at the water, the reflecting rays making it hard to work out where he was until you felt his hand graze your foot, then your calf, then your thigh and then in between your legs. Your breath hitched, a slight moan caught in your throat and before you could process what exactly it was he was doing you felt the cold water against your now exposed lower half.

That little shit had skilfully untied your bikini bottoms and swam further into the ocean with them. Your eyes widened. It wasn't the first time you were bathing the nude, you and your friends were partial to a skinny dip but that was usually when you had alcohol fuelling your system and it was way past midnight.

"JJ Maybank! Get back here right now!" Your voice laced with warning. He'd push his luck, he always did. And that's why you were following the blonde further into the sea till the water was a deeper shade of blue. His hands still grasping your pathetic little excuse for bikini bottoms, flinging them around your neck and dragging you closer to him. Your exposed pussy rubbing against the fabric of his trunks, the friction causing you to moan. 

"That's right baby, no one can he you out here, moan as loud as you can for me" he teased, his eyes slightly darker in this state. He tugged at the material around your neck pulling you closer, latching his lips against yours whilst you grind your hips against his rock hard cock. Even in the depth of water you could feel your core was dripping wet, begging for his dick to be deep inside of it. 

Your hands leave his shoulders, fumbling around with the elasticated waist band of his swim wear, tugging them down slightly just enough for his very large and very erect cock to spring free. Hitting your clit as it escaped the restrictions of his pants. Your hand positioning his length to rub against your folds, causing him to moan against your lips. 

"You feel so good mama" he panted, his lips licking up and down your salty skin. Sucking lightly at your neck, not enough to leave marks. He'd do that later, when he was balls deep inside your pretty little cunt painting your tits a dark huge of purple. You continued rubbing against him, eyes rolling back as you lined his tip up with your entrance, not quite allowing him to push his full length into you. "Quit teasin' baby, let daddy fuck that little hole of yours yeah?" he whispered.

You nodded, giving into him, as much as you'd love to have teased him just as much as he had been teasing you all day - you couldn't deny the feeling of his girth stretching out your tight pussy. Lower yourself onto his dick slowly, he didn't move, not yet, allowing you to adjust to the slight sting your cunt felt being opened up as he always did. The salt water not quite helping the situation, causing tears to gather in your eyes.

"Shh pretty girl, no need to cry gonna take such good care of you" he soothed, his dick twitching slightly at the feeling of your walls squeezing against him. He was trying his best to start of slow, but being that you were both so far out into the ocean, his legs were treading carefully to keep you both afloat which was causing his cock to shift up deeper into you. 

It didn't take long for your aching pussy to adjust, begging for him to thrust deep. And that he did, frantically pushing his hips against yours. The both of you panting frantically, him more than yourself considering he was doing the majority of the work alongside keep both your faces above the water. Lips hungrily finding one another again, salt water occasionally splashing into your mouth, not that you minded you enjoyed having salty liquid fill your throat...

You knew you wouldn't last long, you'd been dripping wet the moment you saw JJ pull his shirt over his head earlier that day revealing his huge biceps and toned abs, he really was your weakness. The feeling of his dick pumping in and out of your tight little cunt tapping against your cervix threatening to split you open, had you screaming his name. His name rolling off your tongue in such a whiney and desperate tone had him bucking his hips faster against you, his chest flush against yours. His public hair tickling your clit, the friction making you subconsciously grind against him in an aggressive manner. 

You were so drunk of his dick you'd forgotten the two of you were fucking in the middle of the ocean, right in plain sight. If anyone were to look out at the two of you bobbing up and down, tightly grasping at one another, greedily kissing one another they would most definetly know exactly what you were up to. But neither of you cared, needing a release more than ever and the thrill of being so out in the open, in public, begging to cum over his dick was making this all the more better.

One of his hands dropped your bikini which was hung loosely around the back of your neck, as the now single hand grasped the other side of the material and pulling tightly behind your head choking you. Your eyes rolling back at the slight lack of oxygen mixed with the intervals of salt water splashing into your wide open mouth every time JJ flexed his hips against you. His free hand now dragging down your wet body before his thumb grazed across your swollen bud.

"Jay- Fuck- Don't... Stop" you panted bucking your hips to grind against his digits. Begging him to give you that final push over the edge. As your pussy clenched against his cock, his moans becoming louder, you were both so close. "No cummin' 'til I saw so, yeah?" he taunted. "Mhmm ye-yes daddy" you growled back, desperately shaking around him.

It only took a few rough thrusts and fast fingers toying your sensitive clit for you to be wriggling against him, screaming out his name, finger nails digging along his back that'd be sure to leave a few marks. You were coming undone, the familiar feeling brewing in your pit, your walls squeezing his cock ever so tightly pulling him into a trance. "You' gonna cum all over this dick now, aren't you mama?" he growling, coaxing you to your release.

His grip against your throat tightening as muffled moans escaped your puffy lips, your orgasm washing over you, tightening around his cock milking his cum out of him letting it paint your walls. Both slowly riding out your highs, lips finding each others once again sucking and biting against one another, piercing the skin ever so slightly. The irony taste mixing with your salty spit and your eyes rolling out the back of your head.

"Always such a good girl f' me" he whimpered, releasing the material around your neck which had left a slight mark. You didn't mind, you both loved marking your territory in one way or another. The slightly raised scratches on his back and the littered hickeys across your body a constant reminder of that. His dick slowly sliding out of your aching pussy, leaving it feeling empty, almost begging to be stuffed again. And it would as soon as you got home, he'd be worshiping your sweet pussy, licking and fingering it before filling it once more with his cum.

JJ pulled you close, planting a kiss on your forehead before flashing you a lazy smile. A yawn escaped your lips, all that swimming clearly tiring you out. "Let's get you back to dry land huh, pretty baby?" he whispered. He released you from his grasp splashing back under the water placing his lips on your sensitive bud before quickly pulling your bikini bottoms back where they belong and emerging from the water.

You giggled, "thanks merman", alluding to the stupid games you had been playing way earlier. By now the sun was slowly starting to set and your finger tips were all pruned. He turned allowing you to rest your shoulders on his back as he began your decent back to your friends, they'd probably be wondering where you had gotten to. Then again they probably knew exactly what had you both so caught up in time, some things never change and you two were always going at it like wild rabbits.

[astra-ravana]

Essential Correspondences

🎨Creativity

Day: Wednesday, Sunday

Moon phase: Full Moon

Colors: Orange, yellow, red, purple

Herbs: Calamus, wood betony, lemon balm, rosemary, mugwort, cannabis (hemp), damiana, coltsfoot, peppermint, sage, passion flower, ashwagandha, basil, turmeric, mayflower, catnip, St. John's wort, licorice root, valerian, parsley, oregano, coffee, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, mint, eucalyptus

Incense: Sage, citronella, frankincense, peppermint

Essential oils: Orange, rosemary, peppermint

Crystals: Citrine, herkimer diamond, fire quartz, labradorite, orange adventurine, super seven, opal, pyrite, tangerine quartz, amethyst, lapis lazuli, peach moonstone, bumblebee jasper, rutile quartz, orange calcite, malachite, mookaite, auralite, topaz, pietersite, tiger's eye, blue lace agate, purple calcite

Metals: Gold, copper

Runes: Uruz, Kenaz

Tarot cards: The Magician, Temperance, The Empress, Ace of Wands, Queen of Wands, Page of Wands, 4 of Wands, Page of Cups, 6 of Cups, 7 of Cups, 8 of Pentacles

🔮Divination

Day: Monday

Moon Phase: Full Moon

Colors: Purple, lavender, yellow, silver, gold

Herbs: Blue lotus, camphor, eyebright, rowan, dandelion, bindweed, lavender, rose, coffee, red clover, nightshade, trillium, yarrow, holy basil, mugwort, damiana, bergamot, honeysuckle, pansy, bay leaf, calendula, vervain, frankincense, myrrh, star anise, benzoin, willow, orris root, rue, broom, dittany of Crete, flaxseed, buckeye, ivy, jasmine, goldenrod, penny royal wormwood, meadowsweet, acacia, agrimony, mullien, five-finger grass,

Incense: Myrrh, lavender, spirit

Essential oils: Lavender, rose, camphor, clove

Crystals: Lapis lazuli, indigo gabbro, moldavite, danburite, iolite, amethyst, azurite, sodalite, labradorite, blue apatite, charoite, tanzanite, clear quartz, obsidian, blue goldstone, larvakite, yooperlite, serpentine, blue kyanite, celestite, ametrine, moonstone, blue calcite, dumortierite, sapphire, nuummite, aqua aura quartz, chrysocolla, eudialite, sugilite

Metals: Silver, pewter, meteorite

Runes: Laguz, Eiwaz, Perth, Dagaz

Tarot cards: The Wheel of Fortune, The High Priestess, The Star, The Hermit, Ace of Cups

💵Wealth

Day: Thursday

Moon phase: Waxing Moon

Colors: Green, gold

Herbs: Patchouli, nettle, alfalfa, bay leaf, ginger, cinnamon, jasmine, five-finger grass, bergamot, allspice, thyme, basil, mint, fennel, fenugreek, chamomile, Irish moss, squill root, vanilla, tonka bean, lucky hand root, nutmeg, devil's shoestring, high john, rosemary, clove, dill, marigold, marjoram, black cohosh, bat's head root, pine, orange peel, almond, sugar, amber

Incense: Patchouli, amber, cinnamon, jasmine

Essential oils: Basil, orange, bergamot, patchouli

Crystals: Jade, citrine, pyrite, tiger's eye, green adventurine, peridot, rose quartz, emerald, moldavite, sunstone, serpentine, amber, tourmaline, moss agate, kumbaba jasper, rutile quartz, copper jadeite, green calcite, green quartz, bloodstone, chrysoprase, morganite, fire opal, lodestone, red coral, garden quartz, yellow sapphire, topaz

Metals: Gold, copper

Runes: Fehu

Tarot cards: Wheel of Fortune, The Magician, The Empress, Ace of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles, 6 of Pentacles, 9 of Pentacles, 10 of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, King of Pentacles, 9 of Cups

🧿Protection

Day: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Moon phase: Waning Moon, Black Moon

Colors: Black, red, white, blue, purple

Herbs: Jupiter, clove, althea, sage, rosemary, angelica, cayenne, cedar, rue, comfrey, hawthorne, artemesia, rowan, vervain, yarrow, wolfsbane, black locust, St. John's wort, garlic, elder, aloe, lavender, nettle, thyme, Solomon's seal, holly, onion, chive, holy basil, plantain, neem, eucalyptus, chamomile, mint, cinnamon, datura, mistletoe, oak, black pepper, agrimony, ash, lily, cactus, willow, red clover, boneset, blue berry, anise, bay leaf

Incense: Dragon's blood, sage, palo santo, sandalwood

Essential oils: Clove, cedarwood, rosemary

Crystals: Black tourmaline, clear quartz, amethyst, smokey quartz, hematite, obsidian, shungite, selenite, labradorite, pyrite, tiger's eye, bronzite, black agate, opal, onyx, fluorite, garnet, red jasper, black kyanite, malachite, jet, corundum, amber, fire agate, lapis lazuli, spirit quartz, lodestone, turquoise, black jade, smithsonite

Metals: Bronze, iron, silver, lead, steel, titanium

Runes: Algiz, Thurisaz, Sowilo, Ansuz

Tarot cards: The Star, the High Priestess, the Emporer, Strength, 9 of Pentacles, 10 of Pentacles, 6 of Swords

❤️‍🔥Love

Day: Friday

Moon phase: Waxing Moon

Colors: Red, pink, white

Herbs: Rose, jasmine, hibiscus, catnip, damiana, vanilla, thyme, ginger, black cohosh, lily, orchid, saffron, chickweed, magnolia, lovage, marjoram, walnut, rosemary, verbena, lemon balm, rhubarb, clover, lavender, basil, sesame, meadowsweet, licorice root, lady's mantle, strawberry, sunflower, coriander, apple, cinnamon, juniper, dill, daisy, cumin, fennel, carnation, patchouli, sorrel, elder, marshmallow, cilantro, ylang-ylang, sugar, tulip, oak, cocoa, carraway, orris root, spiderwort, bleeding heart, tamarind, beet, ash, elm

Incense: Rose, patchouli, jasmine, ylang-ylang

Essential oils: Rose, orange, dragon's blood

Crystals: Rose quartz, kunzite, rhodonite, garnet, pink tourmaline, ruby, jade, rhodochrosite, malachite, danburite, morganite, pink opal, carnelian, chrysocolla, ruby-zoisite, strawberry quartz, peach moonstone, red agate, pink calcite, diamond, watermelon tourmaline, howlite, emerald, phosphosiderite, sunstone, amber, turquoise, prehnite, amazonite, rainbow obsidian, ocean jasper, mangano calcite, argonite, topaz

Metals: Copper, rose gold

Runes: Gebo, Ingwaz

Tarot cards: The Lovers, the Hierophant, the Emporer, the Empress, Ace of Cups, 2 of Cups, 10 of Cups, Knight of Cups, 4 of Wands, 10 of Pentacles

☮️Peace

Day: Monday, Sunday

Moon phase: Waxing moon

Colors: Light blue, lavender, pink, white

Herbs: Lavender, chamomile, violet, gardenia, olive, myrtle, skull cap, blue bell, lily of the valley, lilac, lemongrass, sage, ashwagandha, holy basil, lemon balm, passion flower, valerian, rose, cannabis (hemp), penny royal, dulce, loosestrife, motherwort, morning glory, clary sage, marjoram, hops, rhodiola, blue lotus, dandelion, poppy, vervain, mugwort, nettle, rosemary, hawthorne, ginseng, kava, cumin, white rose, carnation, cherry, spearmint, angelica root, peace lily, daffodil, trillium

Incense: Sandalwood, palo santo, lavender

Essential oils: Lavender, almond, olive

Crystals: Larimar, blue lace agate, Apache tear, kunzite, desert rose, lithium quartz, celestite, selenite, lepidolite, sodalite, stilbite, cerusite, angelite, aquamarine, amazonite, fluorite, turquoise, blue-green tourmaline, amethyst, ammonite, shungite, cacoxenite, blue tiger's eye, blue calcite, azestuite, jade, kyanite, moonstone, tree agate, phantom quartz, flower agate, rose quartz, unakite

Metals: Silver

Runes: Teiwaz, Algiz, Wunjo, Inguz

Tarot cards: Temperance, the Sun, 4 of Swords

🔒Banishing

Day: Sunday, Tuesday

Moon phase: Black Moon, New Moon, Waning Moon

Colors: Black, grey

Herbs: Black willow, agrimony, juniper, wormwood, citronella, devil's bit, fumitory, bay leaf, black locust, cayenne, garlic, fleabane, hellebore, vervain, blessed thistle, mandrake, wolfsbane, broom, lilac, pine, rue, blood root, black pepper, coffee, anise, turnip, clover, paprika, sage, feverfew, oregano, fir, cassia, hyssop, peppermint, lemon, cowslip, stinging nettle, coriander, chrysanthemum, vertiver

Incense: Copal, dragon's blood, frankincense, myyrh, citronella, sage

Essential oils: Peppermint, lemon, cedarwood, clove

Crystals: Black jasper, rutile quartz, obsidian, jet, nuummite, black kyanite, labradorite, lepidolite, selenite, black quartz, black moonstone, clear quartz, optical calcite, fire quartz, fluorite, angel aura quartz, auralite, aegerine, brimstone (sulpher), septarian, black opal, red tiger's eye, marcosite

Metals: Iron

Runes: Algiz, Isa

Tarot cards: Death, the Hermit, the Emporer, 8 of Cups, 6 of Swords

👍Success

Day: Thursday, Sunday

Moon phase: Waxing Moon, Full Moon, Blue Moon

Colors: Yellow, gold

Herbs: Saffron, cinnamon, mayflower, bergamot, honeysuckle, high john, ginger, Irish moss, poppy seeds, basil, patchouli, clover, lucky hand root, sassafras, wood aloe, winter's bark, apple, bamboo, cabbage, violet, mint, heather, comfrey, allspice, dittany of Crete, calamus root, mustard seed, fern, goldenseal, hawthorne, pecan,

Incense: Frankincense, cinnamon, amber

Essential oils: Bergamot, ginger, clove, orange

Crystals: Alexandrite, apatite, Libyan desert glass, pietersite, labradorite, garnet, petrified wood, corundom, citrine, rutile quartz, green kyanite, green tourmaline, lemon aura quartz, leaopard skin jasper, peacock ore, black jade, peridot, aquamarine, K-2 jasper, chrysolite, chiastolite, tiger's eye, yooperlite, herkimer diamond, emerald, green adventurine, rhodonite, hematite, green calcite, yellow jade

Metals: Gold, platinum, iron, titanium

Runes: Jera, Sowilo, Teiwaz

Tarot cards: the World, the Emporer, the Chariot, 4 of Wands, 6 of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, 10 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups, the kings

[kierancampire]

Sorry this went on for so long, but yeah, just showing/telling you aloe stuff in case ya do get one haha

[blossomarlia]

A Quiet Escape

you find your introverted boyfriend, remus, hiding from a party.

remus x fem!reader

warnings: none!

Remus is hiding around the shady side of Lily and James’ house, expression guilty the moment he sees you. 

You beam reassuringly. “Hiya.” 

“Hey- I’m sorry,” He says. You cock your head; he’s always so adamant that you not apologise, it’s amusing when he falls into the trap himself. Before you can call him out on it, he continues, “Warranted apology, sweetheart. I was being plagued by Peter’s aunt Mathilda and I abandoned you completely.”

“It’s alright, Remus,” You step forwards, hands behind our back. A perk of having a boyfriend who sneaks off during garden parties to escape the crowd is the joy of finding him in private places like this. You’d used to worry that you were intruding, only he’d assured you that your presence is one of the select few he’s not avoiding. “I’ve been having a lovely time discussing how to get the most out of a lemon tree with Mr Evans.”

Remus smiles fondly, meeting you in the middle and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Have you?” “M-hm.”

“Darling girl, we don’t have a lemon tree. Do you think we ought to get one?” You think for a moment. Remus watches your expression, wishing he had a photograph of you in this (and every) moment, all sunkissed and happy. “I don’t think so,” You decide. “We haven’t the space and if we did, neither of us like lemons enough to find a whole tree useful.”

“Probably true.” You stand on your tip-toes to kiss him, hands laced around the back of Remus’ neck. He presses his hand affectionately to your cheeks- the skin there is still warm. “Are you burnt?”

“Not terribly,” You admit, smiling guiltily at his raised eyebrows. “The sun’s not nearly so fierce anymore. I have aloe vera in the glovebox of your car, we can get it if you’re ready to head home.”

Remus laughs softly, more out of affection than anything. He’d want you forever in the summer, warm and tasting of fruit punch, if you weren’t equally lovely in the wintertime when he can dress you in his jumpers and share hot chocolates. 

“I don’t want to pull you away from the party,” He says. It’s not the whole truth; if he could take you home this moment and kiss you more than would be appropriate down the side of his best friends’ house, he would, but you’re so outgoing and he’d hate to cut your day short. 

“Plenty of people are leaving,” You assure him, as if you can read his mind. He wouldn’t put it past you. “We won’t be hurting any feelings. You’ve valiantly made it through six entire hours, I’m very impressed.”

Remus doesn’t feel very valiant, tempted as he is by the thought of a book on the sofa with your feet in his lap. He hates the idea that he’s dulling your happiest moments for you, irritated by even the dearest of his friends far more quickly than you are. You’re really the only person who has the opposite effect; he can’t seem to be around you enough, even when you’re right in front of him.

“I’ll find a way to help inside.” “No, don’t,” You shake your head. “I’m happy to head off. Just give me a moment to say goodbye?”

You’re so sweet that Remus has to press another kiss to your soft lips, knowing he has at least another half-hour before you’re finished bidding farewell to the small crowd on the lawn and not minding in the least. “Of course, lovely girl.”

“Thanks, lovely boy,” You laugh softly, mirroring his gentle tone and holding his face tenderly in both hands. “I’m excited to tell you the gossip I learned.”

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued. As little as Remus enjoys having the conversations wherein he would learn gossip for more than a few minutes every few weeks, he very much likes hearing you relaying news from your group of friends to him in front of the telly. 

“I’ll meet you by the car,” He says, reluctantly letting go of you. You smile. 

“See you then, handsome.” 

[letsgetrowdy43]

Sun-Kissed Desires—

Nico Hischier x Angie Chandler

Warnings: 18+ content/smut below the cut: nothing extremely explicit or intense, just really sweet and soft sex!! It's literally just sex, no plot.

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"I'm so sunburnt" Angie mumbled into the lips of Nico as they walked into the lively street, the sun was beginning to set on the island of Mallorca all the while the nightlife was awakening. "I'll rub aloe on you when we get back to the room," he said teasingly as his hand intertwined with hers before they navigated their way through the busy streets and back to their hotel. "Is that a promise?"

The tension between them had been simmering since the moment they woke up. The day had been fuelled with sun, swimming, and much teasing as they spent hours with their best friends on a boat they had rented, basking in the warm weather. This is what led them to this moment, standing in the street right out front of their hotel room, the night air heavy with anticipation.

Nico couldn't help but steal glances at Angie, her sun-kissed skin glowing in the sunlight, her laughter carrying over the sounds of the bustling streets. She could feel the heat of his gaze, a constant reminder of the unspoken desire between them.

The night air had a certain magic, a warm, sultry quality that seemed to wrap around them as they reached the door of their room. His hand squeezed hers as the door closed softly behind them, shutting out the world before she pressed a kiss to his shoulder and removed herself from his hold to rid herself of her heels.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamps, the bed inviting as Nico walked over, turned down the covers, and sat on the edge, waiting for her to get comfortable before ravishing her. Angie toed off her shoes, sighing with relief as her feet touched the cool, tiled floor before making her way in front of her boyfriend, his fingers brushing lightly against her arms as he stood up to be face to face with her.

"You looked stunning tonight," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck as his fingers fixed the strap of her dress that had draped over her shoulder, Angie shivered slightly, her body responding to his touch. "You're just trying to get me into bed," she replied, her voice a teasing whisper as he dipped down to press a short kiss to her lips.

Nico's hands found her waist, pulling her closer, a smug smile growing on his lips as he came to the realization that she was exactly where he wanted her, like putty in his hands. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, Angie tilted her head up, her lips parting slightly as she leaned into him.

Nico's hands slid up her sides, his fingers tracing the outline of her curves before reaching the tie at the back of her dress. He pulled it slowly, and the sound of the fabric gently fell to the floor in the quiet room. She stood before him in her almost bare, mesh and lace hiding the most vulnerable parts of her as the cool air on her exposed self made her skin prickle with anticipation.

“You are so-” she looked up at him with lust-blown eyes, “so fucking perfect.”

Angie blushed, her cheeks flushed with heat before her concentration fell to the few buttons on his shirt. Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked to unfasten them, each button revealing more of his tanned skin. The anticipation was a sweet ache, her heart pounding in her chest. Nico watched her with intense eyes, his breath quickening as her hands moved lower.

His skin was warm under her hands, muscles rippling as he shrugged off the cotton fabric. Angie leaned in, pressing kisses to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heartbeat beneath her lips. Nico's hands were at her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp as he smirked at the way she reacted to his touch.

Angie fell back onto the mattress, her hair fanning out around her as Nico followed, his body covering hers, their skin melding together. His lips traced a path from her collarbone to her breasts, his tongue flicking over her nipples, free hand moving up to brush over them as she moaned before he began moving lower.

Angie arched her back, her hands tangling in his hair as he whispered sweet nothings into her skin, the sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin sent waves of pleasure through her, her breath coming in short gasps. She tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to her lips, their mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss.

Nico's hands moved to her hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help him, her pulse quickening with anticipation as she laid completely bare, he pressed a gentle kiss to her hip before shedding himself of the rest of his clothes.

Their movements were urgent now, a desperate need to be as close as possible. Angie wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling the weight of him against her as his eyes locked onto hers, a silent question in their depths. Angie nodded, her voice a breathless whisper, "Yes, Nico. Please."

With a groan, Nico entered her, filling her completely, her breath caught in her throat as her nails dug into his sun-kissed skin as they moved together. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, building and building until she thought she might shatter.

"Need more," she mumbled as Nico's pace quickened, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered her name. "What more do you need?" he said sincerely, breathlessly as he fought off moans, trying to give her his full attention. She found his free hand, bringing it up to her mouth before sucking his thumb into her mouth before sliding his hand between them and placing his thumb on her clit, drawing slow and tight circles, causing her to bury her face in the crook of his neck

The world outside their room ceased to exist, the only sounds were their mingled moans and the rhythm of their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Angie felt herself climbing higher and higher, the edge of release tantalizingly close.

With a cry, Angie tumbled over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Nico followed seconds later, his release a breathless gasp against her neck. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison as he collapsed into her arms.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, they lay tangled together, the cool night air soothing their heated skin. Nico pressed a tender kiss to Angie's lips, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as she smiled at the soft moment following the release of pent-up sexual tension throughout the day.

"Ich liebe dich," he murmured into her skin, Angie smiled, her heart swelling with love as she cupped his face and pulled it closer to hers, pressing another sloppy kiss on his lips before he rested his face in the crook of her neck. "I love you too," she mumbled, and in the quiet of their hotel room, under the spell of a perfect night, they tiredly held each other close, and basked in this unfiltered emotion, not having to keep up the facade of their platonic persona and instead savouring this lovesick feeling.

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I think I'm kinda getting a hang of writing smut... not really, but I am getting a little more comfortable with writing more spicy content!!