#monoi

[lilg22yr]

SCORTE LIMITATE‼️‼️‼️ Contattatemi x ordinare oppure👇🏻

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[iamkingwithoutcrown-blog]

Τα χείλη μας ίσως δεν ενωθούν.. Μα δεν γίνεται, πιστεύω στην ενέργεια.. .. Αυτός που γράφει το βιβλίο της ζωής.. Πως γίνεται.. να μην έχει καθόλου περιέργεια..

[spectrometrie]

[fauxbeatlover]

necesito que Natura me fabrique algo así

[doitsuuu]

[drakesfeelings]

Hector fort, fluff, that's all i need

sorry it’s a little short (and sorry for the long ass wait) hope you’ll like it tho 💖

more than you think [h.f]

“you need to stop dancing hermano, it’s getting worrying,” hector can’t help but laugh at marc’s jokes—disguised in faux concern.

lamine’s eyes widen in shock, and the smirk on the ‘blonde’s face quickly disappears when he’s playfully slapped by his teammate.

silently watching his friends fight, chuckling from time to time at marc’s attempts to dodge the moroccan’s attacks, hector almost forget about getting dressed.

today’s training is done. usually, the boys always had enough practice for a whole day, but xavi was in a good mood; which means finishing early.

and which means, in hector’s language, more time with his girl.

his naked back against the metal of his locker, putting on his yeezy’s slides, he feels his phone vibrate under his thigh. speaking of the devil.

❤️ | you’re done babe?

smiling to himself, he taps a simple answer before getting back to dress up—his movements now quicker than before.

hector was always the teammate who loves to take his time preparing himself. he usually took long ass showers and was the last getting out of camp nou, his cologne and shampoo lingering in the changing rooms.

the only and rare times he was on a rush, were the ones when you were waiting for him.

his whole team knew about how much he loves you, that much that he couldn’t bring himself to make you wait.

you are his princess, who is he, to make you wait? no-fucking-body.

so, it’s only an understatement to know why he’s the first one to finish packing today.

“the novia is waiting,” he hears alejandro’s teasing voice behind him. it’s not even a question anymore, just a simple fact.

“tú lo sabes,” the brunette smirks, sending a wink in his friend’s direction. “adios!” he quickly bids everyone goodbye, his hand tightening on his bag’s strap. you know it. bye!

before the door closes, he can hear marc’s complaints about him leaving like a thief and pedri’s making fun of the newly blonde.

he loves his team. but not as much as you, so he forgets about his teammates’ bickering and jogs in the exit’s direction, texting you during his run.

to ❤️ | coming mi amor

he quickly taps send and shoves his phone in his short’s pocket. in three minutes, the brunette is already coming out of the building, happily making his way to the parking, where you’re waiting next to his car.

shoulder pressed against the bmw’s driver’s door, your pretty eyes focused on the screen of your phone, you don’t even hear your boyfriend’s steps.

your legs are engulfed by the boy’s shorts—that you stole from his closet—and your white shirt is tucked into the front of your bra, letting your tummy breathes. you’re wearing a pair of slides, the weather being too hot to handle closed shoes, and your hair are wild-free.

his heart skips a beat. you’re the prettiest woman on earth to the man’s eyes.

“hola guapa,” he doesn’t let his adoration for you phase him though, keeping on his cool-fuck-boy act—even if he’s not waiting for your greetings to be said to snuggle his face in the crook of your neck, nose brushing against the skin of your jaw. hello, beautiful.

it’s time for your heart to skip a beat.

you grin with all your teeth, your arms automatically wrapping themselves around his neck and your phone long forgotten, loosely hanging in one of your hand.

“hola bebe,” you mutter in his chest, breathing in his scent. something musky, something masculine, something that screams hector, something that smells like home to you. your home. him. hello, baby.

he sighs happily, face smushed by your warmth and nostrils taking in your monoi scented body-cream. you smell like summer. like the beach, the sand, the blue sky and the waves.

but you also smell like his. and it’s all that matters to him, right now.

@ drakesfeelings

[malegayse]

Joshua Monoi

[maybefanficting]

Hoedance

pairing: no pairing summery: Let's dance. word count: 366 characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, unnamed female OC (POV character), mention of Jessica A/N: Unfortunately for y'all, I can't resist the mention of polaroid. Again, I am sorry to inflict this onto the internet. Also: hoedance is totally a real word now. Don’t fact-check me. challenge: Summer Snapshot Challenge 2025 by @ambiguous-avery

Summer doesn’t stop the hunt. Monsters don’t take a break. But for one night, they pretend they do.

Somewhere down in Florida, the beach party’s already going strong, fairy lights between palm trees, music crackling through tiki bar speakers. The coastal equivalent of what she calls hoedance—half hoedown, half flirt-fueled summer fair.

The shorts weren’t suppose to leave her bag. Mid-thigh, cuffed, olive green. Deep pockets. She loves them. Her skin's sun-warmed, and her shoulders glow. Sand between her toes. Confidence smells like sunscreen, saltwater, and monoi.

Dean’s half-lounging against a driftwood bench, eyeing the crowd. She strolls up with a grin, her hair damp and curling from the sea breeze. “Come on. I wanna dance.” He gives her a once-over. “Shorts?” She shoves her hands in the pockets, shows a leg. “Nice, right?”

It hits him then, the tan lines, the shimmer of sun on skin, the fact that she’s not in bunker-worn jeans. She’s free. “Cute,” he shrugs, playing it off. “Not afraid I’ll step on your foot?” “Sand’s soft,” she counters. “No excuses.”

He stands, and the music pulls them in like the tide. They stumble into rhythm on the warm sand, laugh at the DJ’s bad transitions, let the sticky heat and beer-glow fill their heads.

When he drifts off in his flowered shirt toward a girl sipping from a hollowed-out pineapple, she keeps dancing. I’m dancing with myself croons Billy Idol over steel drums and static.

Later, Sam joins her at the edge of the floor, brushing sand off his calves. Dean is twirling someone with sun-bleached hair on something older, bouncier, trumpets blaring. The waves behind them whisper against the shore.

“What?” she asks, catching the look on Sam’s face. “Jess and I took swing lessons once,” he says, watching the dancers. She raises an eyebrow. “You’re full of surprises.” He chuckles. “Come on, then,” she says, pulling him by the wrist. “Let’s do her proud.”

They trip through a swing rhythm under the string lights, beer in their breath and joy in their bones. His hand still holds hers when the lights above flicker like lazy fireflies.

One night. No monsters. No blood. Summer, for a moment, is kind.

[enchanted-moura]

Kilian Hennessy's Inspiration: KILIAN PARIS introduces the new summer limited-edition fragrance inspired by Monoi Oil: Sunkissed Goddess.

Our founder reinterpreted this traditional Polynesian elixir with a luxurious halo of warm sunlight and fresh narcotic florals to heighten his multi-sensorial memories of summer. Sunkissed Goddess is an invitation to live summer's scent and sensations all year long- summer in scent, oil on body, sun kissing skin.

[lilg22yr]

📣📣MONOI IS BACK!!!📣📣

La voglia di Estate, mare e sole comincia a farsi sentire…?☀️😎🏖️

…allora non potete farvi scappare queste super offerte ‼️‼️ SOLO X POCHI GIORNI‼️‼️📣

Per ordinare CONTATTATEMI 📲

Summer is coming🥳🕶️⛱️

#monoi #yvesrocher #prodottipercapelli #monoilovers #monoï #monoïdetahiti

[iamkingwithoutcrown-blog]

My new song! <3

[felicitypdf]

nuxe huile prodigieuse + sephora monoi body mist + jo malone nectarine blossom and honey (my unsolicited summer scent combo)

[fauxbeatlover]

necesito

[freakyfairy-evy]

Please tell me den eimai monoi pou thelo na vro kapoion na goustarei na vroume ena tragoudi me oreo beat apo piso na pezei sto repeat kai na me gamaei ston rithmo

[ifispania]

https://open.spotify.com/track/4lXS4Dcz9EfCsN0y6APSW9?si=bXItExscRvWFHtuN0Y5R2Q

Σ' αυτή τη γη πεθαίνουν πρώτα οι ονειροπόλοι

[enchanted-moura]

This is amazing!