#ylang ylang for hair

[biochic-online]

10 Essential Oils for Healthy Hair and Skin

10 Essential Oils for Healthy Hair and Skin

Introduction: In a world filled with synthetic products, it’s refreshing to turn to the bounties of nature for our hair and skin care needs. Essential oils, extracted from plants, offer a treasure trove of benefits, promoting healthy hair and skin naturally. Let’s delve into the world of essential oils and discover ten potent elixirs for radiant beauty. “Nature gives you the face you have at…

[houseofaroma]

Ylang ylang, also known as Cananga odorata, is a tropical tree native to Indonesia and the Philippines. The tree produces highly fragrant flowers that are used to extract ylang essential oil. Ylang essential oil has been used for centuries in traditional medicine due to its therapeutic properties. Today, ylang essential oil is a popular ingredient in aromatherapy and skincare products due to its soothing and uplifting effects on the mind and body. Its sweet floral aroma has been found to reduce stress, anxiety, and depression while promoting relaxation and improving mood. Additionally, it possesses anti-inflammatory, antiseptic, and moisturizing properties that make it an effective ingredient in skincare formulations.

[stardust-swan]

Everyday Ways I Honour Aphrodite

(NSFW warning)

🌹Roses, roses, roses. Rose soap, rose lip balm, rose hand cream, rose lotion, rose perfume, rose oil on my pillow before falling asleep, rose candles, rose incense, roses in my garden, rosewater toner, rose face mist, rose shower gel, dried roses in the bath... Just roses everywhere you can fit them.

🌹Reading romantic books and poetry, watching romance films

🌹 Reading books and poetry about Aphrodite

🌹Making myself feel beautiful with pretty jewellery and makeup. Even just a swipe of tinted lip balm boosts my confidence (I use French Girl Rose Noir). I try to wear at least a little bit of makeup or jewellery daily, even if it's just a pair of studs or a subtle lipstick

🌹 Even if I'm just staying at home all day I'll spray perfume and put on jewellery and do lipstick just to feel sensual while I'm lounging around playing Animal Crossing (currently wearing a comfy embroidered nightie, small gold hoops, a pretty bracelet and a little bit of YSL Orange Perfecto lipstick as I write this)

🌹 Embracing my sensuality. Swaying my hips, feeling the softness of my body, dancing freely, engaging in self-pleasure, taking nudes, trying to unlearn the shame associated with sexuality from my upbringing. I don't watch porn often as I find most of it unhealthy and misogynistic (I only like this one random Japanese couple's channel and some vintage and Korean softcore), but I enjoy toys (my favourite is the rose), erotic literature, erotic film, audio porn (usually in other languages because I find a lot of dirty talk just makes me cringe but I still get enjoyment out of hearing little moans and silky low voices so I get that and avoid secondhand embarrassment from bad dirty talk by listening to it in languages I don't understand), and erotic fine art.

🌹 I try to get really comfortable when I'm engaged in self love. Lipstick and perfume on, hair styled, lingerie or nightie that makes me feel sexy, a candle lit or rose, ylang ylang and jasmine oil in my diffuser, soft music playing. Then I'll position myself comfortably, and stroke my thighs, tease my nipples, squeeze my breasts, lick my juices off my fingers and use it like a lipstick, painting my lips and nipples or using it to lightly lubricate my clitoris. Running my hands all over my belly, thighs and breasts, experimenting with different types of pressure and stimulation. Just luxuriating in the sensual feelings I can bring to my beautiful female body.

🌹 Wearing jewellery with seashells, pearls, emerald, ruby, bronze, copper, gold, jade, garnet and iridescent beads

🌹 Enjoying apples, honey, figs, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, olives, lettuce, rosewater and chocolate. I like buying Guylian chocolates as they're seashell shaped, but any chocolate will do (my favourite chocolate bar to buy is white chocolate with strawberries). I also like foods that you can taste the rosewater in like rose macarons and Turkish delight.

🌹 Making foods with ingredients she likes, like honey cakes, Persian rose love spell cookies, rosewater nougat, Persian love cake, baklava, cornes de gazelle, mhencha, etc... I mostly stick to Mediterranean, North African, Arab and Persian recipes, as they commonly use ingredients like rosewater, honey, pomegranates, and figs.

🌹 Carrying rose quartz in my pocket and keeping rose quartz under my pillow

🌹 I use a rose quartz roller to massage oil into my face

🌹 I keep a mini Venus de Milo statue and a swan trinket box on my bedside table

🌹 Drinking a drink made up of honey, cinnamon, milk and hot water at night to relax

🌹 Wearing pretty lingerie under my clothes, even if it's a basic outfit

🌹 I often fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves

🌹 Gold highlighter swept on my cheeks and body shimmer on my collarbones, reflecting light like sun rays on the ocean

🌹 Doing little offerings, like spritzing her statue with perfume, or offering up a portion of food I'm eating that I think she'd like

🌹 Lighting incense in scents like myrrh, frankincense, rose, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and jasmine

🌹 Drawing myself relaxing baths with fragrant oils and salts

🌹 Reading hymns, Sappho's poetry, and listening to Athanati Afroditi

🌹 Listening to music that's romantic or sensual (this is my playlist)

🌹 Carrying a hand mirror and admiring myself as I check my makeup

🌹 Adding honey to tea

🌹 Writing letters and poetry about love and beauty

🌹Admiring women I find beautiful without jealousy or resentment, just appreciation

🌹Using these emojis: 🌹🦢🌊🪞🍎❤️💘💗💕💋🕊️🫒💄

🌹 Wearing pink, red, aqua, and seafoam green

🌹 Being consistent in self care. No matter how low my spoons are, unless I'm so dog-tired I end up falling asleep on the couch at 8pm, I force myself to do my evening skincare routine - cleansing, toning, eye cream, moisturiser, oil. And I always feel better for it even if I was exhausted before. Much smaller but I'm also consistent in oiling the ends of my hair daily and spraying perfume before bed. And I keep up with getting my hair done and brows waxed every three months without fail.

🌹 Doing exercises that make me feel sensual. I'm really lazy tbh but I push myself because I know Aphrodite would want me to take care of my body. I pick exercises that make me feel good and desirable, like yoga flow, belly dance, and exercises that target my womanly attributes.

🌹 Giving compliments!

🌹 Doing a big self care day every Friday (the day associated with her). Hot oil hair treatment, foot soak and exfoliation, removing old nail polish and buffing and filing nails, face mask, teeth whitening....

🌹 Going to the pond in winter and admiring the swans

🌹 Going to an art gallery in my city just to look at the painting Venus and Cupid (Day) by Fragonard

🌹 Sleeping on silk sheets as they feel sensual (they're also good for your hair and skin)

🌹 Making my own diffusers and cosmetics from natural, aphrodisiac products. Homemade bath salt with rose petals and pink salt, homemade lip mask with olive oil and rose oil, and adding oil of rose, jasmine, sandalwood, and cinnamon to a diffuser as I find these scents stimulating and sensual.

🌹 And of course, thanking Lady Aphrodite every day.

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Mate: Chapter 3

Warnings: Angst, Frustration,

Animalistic growls erupted in the medical office. Paperwork flying everywhere. A stressed and panicked beta fretted in the corner, while a calm omega sat on the table cross-legged, completely unfazed by an alpha outburst.  It was only when Y/N smelled another alpha that she panicked. The smell consisted of sweet vanilla and ylang-ylang, but his presence smelled dark and muggy. His scent got incredibly stronger the closer he got, causing Y/N to cover herself slightly. "Yah! What is all this noise?" The alpha called out as he opened the door, making Y/N gasp at the sight of him. He was tall. Taller than their Head Alpha, yet he carried himself with a set of confidence. "Channie got upset because our mate is marked by another wolf." Felix tried to reason out. "Mate?" The alpha said in confusion as he narrowed his sharp eyes at the small omega. "What a disappointment. I guess the omega is not ours" "Hyunjin know your place!" Chris shouted, causing the man named Hyunjin to glare. His glare was lethal. Chris glared back, causing Hyunjin to shudder at the Head Alpha. Still, Hyunjin refused to back down. He didn't want the omega in his home around the younger wolves. The omega smelled too much like his past.

While the two alphas were in a standoffish moment, Felix had taken Y/N to his alpha's room so he could clean her wounds. Y/N said nothing and allowed him to stand in the bathroom as she took a lukewarm shower. Y/N allowed the water to fall down her tarnished skin. The water changed colour as it became tainted by her impure blood. Once clear, turned brown. Despite the water cleaning her, the memories of what happened started to cloud her mind. The memories of their fangs grazing against her neck. The memories of their claws gliding down her waist. "Omega," Felix called out worriedly as he could hear her heart rate beating rapidly. He was worried she might have a panic attack. "No," Y/N whispered as she wiped her face, ruthlessly scrubbing her body with the cloth. "No?" Felix asked. "That's not my fucking name." Y/N breathed out as she clenched her eyes shut. "That's not my fucking name!" "What the-" Felix pulled back the shower curtain after hearing a crack in the tiles. She had punched a hole through Chris' brand new white tiled bathroom walls.

Felix quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, guiding her to the bed. Y/N watched him closely as he put on some latex gloves to wrap her wounds up. She watched his freckled face scrunch up in concentration as he focused on the bloodier wounds. "You act like an omega you know?" Y/N whispered, causing the blonde-haired beta to nod. It was a comment that many wolves had made before towards the young beta. "You don't like being called an omega? Why?" Felix asked as he carefully touched her mated mark. He was trying his hardest not to disrupt or touch it. Felix knew the consequence and effect it would have on the matee, if an outsider touched it. It would cause her unspeakable pain and discomfort. Worse of all, it would send a message to her alpha that another wolf had touched her. "You might want to check my ass. There's another mated mark their." Y/N said hesitantly. A slight awkward laugh fell from her mouth. "Oh. Okay." Felix said awkwardly as he lifted the towel to see three bite marks on her ass. "Youngie had a thing about marking my ass," Y/N whispered. Felix heard the name but said nothing. He didn't want to push her any further at this current moment in time. Instead, the beta opted to make her as comfortable as possible by providing her with his alpha's unwashed brown t-shirt.

Now this may seem like a disgusting idea to give someone an unwashed t-shirt but in Felix's mind, he wanted to show the omega that Chris was her mate. This was for the simplest reason of an alpha's smell can bring comfort and protection to their mate. Considering the way Y/N responded and took the t-shirt, proved he was right. She was burying her face in the smell of his t-shirt. Scrunching it up, rolling it around in her hands. She was trying to understand the smell. He could see it written on her face. Their omega was going through all the emotions of why she was feeling the pull, missing him, feeling anger and hatred. Felix just watched her curiously, letting everything she felt unfold. "Why does he smell so good," Y/N whined, tears streaming down her face as she clutched the brown t-shirt. "Channie always smells good. What does he smell like?" Felix asked, edging her to explore her fears. "Burnt wood. Frankensence. The whole house smells like it. But this... This smells more like him. Like sweat, but his sweat is... Sweet." Y/N felt embarrassed, but Felix smiled at her comfortingly. It was an improvement. "The whole house smells like burnt wood because Minho lights a lot of candles, especially sandalwood and vanilla," Felix explained. "Although we do all have different smells." "I bet I smell bad," Y/N whispered, almost feeling bad that she was ruining the scents in the house. "No. No. Not at all. It's hard to smell you. Your scent is masked by blood and another wolf's scent. I can smell you a little bit. It's a faint smell of-" Felix lifted his nose trying to focus on the small scent that was blocked. "You smell like forest fruits." Chris' voice made the two wolves jump at the sound of their alpha's voice. The two hadn't noticed Chris had been watching them for a few minutes by the door. "You can smell me?" Y/N curiosity asked. "Yes," Chris said slowly as he walked over to them. "It is not that hard to find your scent. It calls to me."

Y/N looked up at him and really noticed him for the first time. He had dark brown hair, that was currently dishevelled. His eyes were a soft muddy brown colour.His eyes weren't cruel, they were kind, much to what she thought before. "What are you thinking about little wolf?" Chris asked her. A little smirk formed across his face as he watched her study him. "What you want with me!" Y/N admitted. "Chan just wants you to trust him. That is all." Felix answered. "Chan is a good alpha. He looks after all of us and protects us. Not all of us are bad. Even Hyunjin is not bad, he's just... complicated." "Felix is right little wolf. I'm not going to hurt you. None of my pack will. They will look after you." Chris reassured before nudging Felix with his leg. "You need to sleep little wolf. We'll talk in the morning." With that, Y/N was left all alone with her thoughts in the alpha bedroom.

[drgnflyteabox]

happy wife happy life

pairing: kate laswell x fem!reader summary: welcome home, soldier tags/warnings: housewife kink, oral sex (f), reader is emotional<3, vaginal fingering, mommy kink, age difference, dom/sub, self indulgent, soft, praise kink, tit play, dacryphilia, service kink, face sitting & 69ing, kate isn't into penetration but reader is, scent kink, orgasm delay/control w.c: 2.4k

Kate is back.

She’s in one of those moods again, contemplative and quiet. You’ve seen it before, and though you haven’t been official for that long you’re starting to recognize a pattern.

Her back is tense, shoulders hiked as though still defensive. There’s a physicality about her that’s different when fresh off her ‘missions’, as you’ve taken to calling them affectionately. Knots in her that don’t fade until she’s properly well-fucked, sat in a bath and had you waiting on her.

“Had a good flight?” you ask, voice soft. The lights are dimmed, too. Nothing overhead. A linen candle burns on the coffee table while dinner cooks in the oven.

A game, almost. You, the housewife and she, the returning soldier. It would be all true and not just half true if not for the fact that you’d just finished your third year of university, but it’s fun nonetheless to pretend. Doting on Kate is the most fun you’ve had in a while.

“Long,” she sighs. Her boots go by the door, nice and tidy the way you like it. Happy wife, happy life, she’d joked once.

She steps quietly into the room, surveilling it like it’s got some hidden threat. You stand and wait for a moment, waiting for her to lose a fraction of the tension she’s holding and deem your apartment safe.

Clear.

When she acknowledges you, you step toward her and press your nose to her cheekbone, inhaling. Cotton deodorant, some sweat underneath it, the smell of some flowery conditioner they’ve probably got for the women on base.

Her arms find your back, smoothing up and down like the softness of you is something she’ll never get enough of.

“My girl,” she says affectionately against your cheek, lips a little chapped but still soft. Airplane air, you figure.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you murmur, stepping back just enough that you’re facing each other. “Want a bath?”

Kate hums, so you pad diligently to the bathroom and set up.

Little tealight candles, a heap of epsom salts for her muscles, her favourite bubble bath scent. You know it's her favourite because she used to compliment you on the way your skin smelled, the way the smell of ylang-ylang and cinnamon would drift up from your skin on some of your first dates.

Hot water for the epsom salts to dissolve and for her likely sore muscles. It’s a treat for you, too, to watch her sink in and groan. Makes you feel warm inside. Accomplished.

“Mm,” Kate hums, stepping out of her work pants. You try not to look at her panties, then her pussy, but you must fail because she laughs in the quiet of the bathroom. “Greedy girl. Be patient.”

She’s a little overgrown, and your mouth salivates. You turn so she can’t see your hungry expression and pull out some bath oil.

“Here,” you squeeze a few drops into the steaming water. “For your airplane skin.”

She tilts her head back, smiling at you. You take a seat at the edge of the tub, trying again not to look at her soft breasts peeking through the bubbles and once again failing.

“Missed me?” she closes her eyes, smiling stretching into a grin. Her arms leave the water and hold the sides of the tub, as if ready to pounce.

“I always miss you,” you say, trying to be sweet. Trying to ignore the steady pulse between your thighs.

“Mm?” she pokes one eye open, sinking a little lower into the bath, wetting her hair. “Is it you missing me or is it that naughty little pussy?”

You suck in a breath, heart flipping.

“It’s me,” you squeak.

Her eye squints as the apple of her cheek pulls up, smiling like a prideful lion. You feel her finger draw light circles on the exposed skin of your thigh, hand tilted towards you.

“Don’t lie,” she says, ignoring the way your breath stutters like someone’s punched you in the sternum. “That isn’t polite.”

She always knows exactly what you need, when you need it. Never bothers drawing you in and never has, she’s always dropped you right in the deep end.

Mommy. You breath out, skin prickling and hot. Sex was something odd for you; something you’d never been able to fully enjoy before Kate, not with your propensity for turning the act into something people usually don’t sign up for.

You’re a crier, is what it is.

Sex is vulnerability for you. A shedding of layers, an extension of tender trust and expectation of care you haven’t found much in strangers, and so casual never worked for you.

Kate wasn’t casual. She’d bent you till you broke the first week of knowing her, weeping fat tears onto a hotel pillow and saying thank you mommy, I love you mommy. Cracked you open and spilled your insides into the palm of her hand.

Not even a few months later and she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger. In more ways than one.

“I really did miss you,” you breathe. Her fingers touch your knee, tapping idly.

“I know, sweetheart,” she closes her eyes again, tipping her head back. The line of her neck shines from the heat, illuminating faint scars and skin turned tan from hours in the sun.

God, you feel shameless. Your throat tightens, thighs coming together, clit swelling. Though her eyes are closed, Kate exudes a smugness you know is helping her unwind. Giving her that power helps the both of you. It’s a bonus that it feels so good.

You end up leaving her to soak. The lasagna looks good in the oven, steadily bubbling under the tinfoil. In two minutes, you’ll peel it off and let it crisp up, hoping Kate will touch your cheek and call you a good wife.

She emerges in a towel, clean and white and sprayed with your linen laundry scent. Her skin still steams a little, but her shoulders have relaxed and her neck isn’t so stiff.

“Looks good, babygirl,” she throws a terry cloth robe on and sits, letting you slide a plate full of lasagna and Caesar salad towards her.

“Thank you,” you tuck in. Cooking is nice, but nicer when it’s for Kate and exam stress is behind you. The freedom of time and the motivation to impress her really pushes you to do your best, and the feeling of gratification as she licks her fork rivals only the needy throb of your cunt.

“I thought I told you patience,” she raises a brow at you. “I can see you squirming.”

“Can’t help it,” you sigh, trying to lick your fork to tempt her.

“No? Do you need another lesson in patience?”

“Ah, no, no. I can be patient,” you don’t want another lesson; don’t want to see her stern tonight. Already your chest pinches with emotion, both her recent absence and the elation of seeing her again fighting a tug-of-war over your heart.

Doing the dishes takes a distinct amount of self control, but you manage it. Even though she stands beside you, smelling so good and wearing only a robe with her sternum exposed, you manage it.

She turns to you when the last plate is dried, when the lasagna is put away, and grabs your hips in a firm grip.

“Bedroom?”

Though you’ve been acting like a bitch in heat panting over her since she stepped in the door, you appreciate the check-in.

“Mhm.”

“Use your words.”

“Yeah, bedroom,” you’re barely finished saying it when she gently spins you, crowding up behind you and walking forward to push you in the direction of your bedroom.

It’s practically shared at this point, what with how often she’s here between her deployments.

Kate kisses the side of your neck, inhaling your skin and sighing like she’s saying finally.

Fuck if you aren’t feeling the same way.

“Kate,” you breathe, hands cupping over hers as she reaches up to squeeze your tits.

“Ah ah,” she tuts. “You know what to call me, my girl.”

“Mommy,” and it’s nearly a whimper.

You’re spun again, gently still, and then stripped of your dress. Kate rubs your sides appreciatively before she unclips your bra, letting your tits fall into her hands.

“Beautiful,” she smiles. Your underwear comes off next, her sure hands sliding them off and tapping your calves to get you to step out of them.

You stand naked in front of her, already hazy, already soaking and wetting your inner thighs.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, sweetheart,” she slowly pushes you, letting the back of your knees hit the bed first before your butt does. “Lay back for mommy.”

You lay back, scooting a bit up the bed to give her room.

“I’m going to use you, mkay?”

You nod.

“Words, babygirl.”

“Use me,” you breathe, skin tightening over your whole body, forming two points at your nipples and making you shiver. Kate crawls on top of you, turning to face your body when she reaches your head.

“Keep your hands at your sides,” she orders.

Though you can see her pussy, though it’s so fucking close to your face you can hardly stop yourself from moving, you wait like a good girl as she sheds her bathrobe and slowly lowers her hips.

She smells good. You’ve never expressed it out loud before for fear of judgment, but you love the way she smells.

Kate is particular about what she likes, and she’s taught you her preferences diligently. No fingers, nothing but your hot little tongue inside her.

You run the tip of your tongue around her clit, then toward her hole, spreading her lips with your tongue and licking between them, softly at first and then building pressure. The flat of your tongue rubs against the hard nub of her clit and makes her sigh with pleasure. Her bush tickles you a little.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” she swivels her hips a little as you push your nose between her folds, letting her grind down on it as you lap at her.

The wetness between your legs grows until you feel a damp spot under you, thighs rubbing together as she ignores your neediness in favor of reaching down to tweak your nipples.

“Mm, make mommy come and then I’ll give you a kiss,” she sighs.

You suck her clit into your mouth, teasing her a little with your tongue and feeling her thighs tense beside your head.

Wetness coats your nose, your cheeks, your mouth and chin. She tastes good, too.

You feel it the moment she starts to come, her clit pulsing against your tongue, hands gripping your breasts like anchors in a storm. You moan into her, knowing the vibrations are helping her alone.

“Good girl,” she pants, grinding out the last little aftershocks. “My sweet girl deserves a reward for a job well done.”

And finally, she leans forward and spreads your pussy lips with her fingers, diving in with the point of her tongue aimed for your clit.

“Mmm,” Kate moans as you lick her gently, returning the favor between your own legs. “She’s needy, isn’t she sweetheart?”

You moan against her again in agreement.

“If only you could see this desperate little clit,” her voice is pleased, amused. Smug again. “Jumping out at me, begging for attention.”

You don’t need to see it — you can feel it. Your clit juts out, sensitive and tender. The feeling of her wrapping her lips around it and sneaking two fingers below and into your hole makes tears sting at your eyes.

“Always so sensitive,” she murmurs. “That’s alright, let it out.”

It becomes harder to focus on your task, but you try. Her second orgasm builds much slower than the first, coming in tandem with yours.

“Wait ‘till I come again,” she warns.

You try to hold it, desperately spearing your tongue into her and rubbing your nose against her clit. She twitches against you, breathing harder, moaning.

When she does come, finally, you let yourself release and your tears mix with the wetness already on you.

“Fuck,” she curses. “That’s good, good girl.”

You shake, pleasure cresting in waves over you, body alive and singing and relishing in the feeling of her skin over yours.

“Mmmhn—” you pant, hands clenching at your sides.

Kate sits up, swinging a leg over and laying down beside you. Her hand finds your stomach, gliding over it with her nails and making it jump.

“Such a good girl,” she kisses your jaw, sucking a mark into it. Her fingers move from your stomach down to your cunt again, spreading you open and pressing inside.

You pant, tears squeezing out of your eyes and trembling from sensitivity.

“You’re going to give me another,” she sucks your earlobe. “One more, for mommy.”

“Yes, mommy,” your mouth falls open and you shout.

Her hand cups your pussy, two fingers curled inside you as her palm presses hard into your sensitive clit. She murmurs soft words into your ear, and though you can’t hear them well you let them shelter you as the storm of your pleasure builds and builds and builds—

Until you come apart in her hands again, crying out and arching your back and clenching your hole against her fingers.

You sag against the bed as you finish, shivering with some aftershocks and sensitively, whining as she pulls her fingers out.

“So good for mommy,” she praises. She lifts her hand and sucks her fingers clean, leaning forward and doing the same to your mouth.

You end up in a messy kiss, more licking than anything.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, mommy.”

“Mm, my good girl. Ready for a shower?”

Another aspect of your relationship you hadn’t been able to find elsewhere — she cares for you after, too. You know it's normal, expected even. But it still touches you, still fills you with a kind of glowing warmth that’s impossible to hide from her.

Especially when she’s relaxed now. When she’s letting you scrub her back and doing the same for you, filling the bathroom with that same scent. Ylang-ylang, cinnamon.

The sheets are a mess, but you drag a quilt over them and resolve to do them in the morning.

Kate curls around you, cocooning you against the world.

“I love you, my girl,” she kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, Kate. Goodnight,” you yawn.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

[konoha-forbidden-scrolls]

Let's have some headcanons about the Akatsuki and their bath/shower routine! Hidan's hair alone probably takes a while.

Ah, the daily lives of the Akatsuki. I've stuck to the main Akatsuki from the original series. I had waaay too much fun writing these~

Characters: Nagato, Konan, Itachi Uchiha, Kisame Hoshigaki, Deidara, Sasori, Kakuzu, Hidan, Obito "Tobi" Uchiha, Zetsu (Combined)

Contents: splish splash, bitch, blood (Hidan), wound care

Nagato

Due to the black receiver rods planted in his back and his emaciated form, Nagato's mobility is very limited. I don't think he cares much about the appearance of his true body, since no one but Konan ever sees it.

That being said, it's important for him to stay clean to prevent infections or irritations that might risk his already fragile health.

Whether scar tissue has formed around the receiver rods or if they remain open wounds is unknown, but keeping that area clean and dry would be a high priority.

While his main body is immobile, he can use the Six Paths bodies to care for himself, so he doesn't need to rely on others if he doesn't want to. (Konan would certainly help him if he needed or wanted her to.)

It's probably going to be sponge baths, or potentially a special hot spring pool where he can sit with his legs in the water and let the heat and steam give him some relief.

Konan

The Angel of Amegakure is no hop-in-the-shower scrub down kind of girl. Just look at her. That is a woman that is toned, exfoliated, and moisturised.

She's spending an hour luxuriating in a bubble bath, her head tilted back, candles flickering around her while rain patters atmospherically against the window. The steam carries the scents of the essential oils she sprinkled in the water—jasmine and sandalwood, rose and ylang ylang, depending on her mood.

Her toiletries are top tier. What's the point in being the de facto leader of Amegakure if you can't get your hands on the good stuff? Seriously, her toiletries make Deidara's mouth water.

She likes those little artisanal soaps, especially the ones carved to look like flowers.

Itachi Uchiha

Itachi will take whatever he can get, but his personal preference would be a Japanese-style bath, similar to the ones he would have taken when he lived at home with his family

The kind of set-up where he washes his body in a shower or with the old bucket and ladle, before soaking in a hot bath or hot spring. Basically like an onsen.

I don't think he'd like showers as much—water getting in his eyes and obscuring his vision—especially if he's already having problems with his eyesight.

He wouldn't go for strong-scented toiletries, both as a personal preference and because a good shinobi obfuscates all of an enemy's senses, including smell.

Still, if he can have them, he likes light herbal or tea scents.

Kisame Hoshigaki

Good news! Your shark man can tolerate fresh water as well as saltwater, so he can go take a bath or shower when he starts to get that hot tuna smell after a few days on the road. (He claims it comes from Samehada. It does not.)

Thankfully, by choice Kisame's pretty clean so the worst you'll usually get is a slight briny odour after he's been sweating.

His skin drinks up moisturiser like it's going out of style, so he goes through big tubs of the stuff.

Another dude who doesn't like heavily-scented products. He says it's so he doesn't pollute the waterways, but it's actually because perfumed toiletries irritate his gills.

Deidara

Check out Mr. Herbal Essences over here. Deidara is a shower guy, but don't let that fool you into thinking he's low maintenance. His long-ass hair takes ages to wash. Deidara takes his sweet time massaging shampoo into his scalp. Sometimes he washes it twice.

Then comes the conditioner—Detonator Barbie uses practically an entire bottle of it every time he has to do his hair, making sure every strand is liberally coated.

Followed by a hair mask.

Then he spends ages detangling it with a comb, spritzing it with anti-frizz solution, drying and straightening it.

He always clogs the plughole but claims it's not him.

Yes, he has to brush the teeth on his other mouths and floss the clay out from between his molars.

Sasori

Given that Sasori doesn't actually possess a flesh and blood body anymore, he doesn't need an actual bat, but he does do regular maintenance on his chakra puppets.

Think rag and wood polish, rather than soap and water.

He sands down any rough edges, touches up his paint, and launders his clothes if they've gotten dusty from the road.

Yeah, it's basically that scene from Toy Story 2 when Woody gets fixed up.

Kakuzu

Old man Kakuzu likes baths, and he likes them even more at the various Akatsuki compounds where he's not the one footing the bill for the water or the heating.

Continuing the miserly theme, he won't spend more than a couple ryou on his toiletries. He has the most basic-ass shower gel—the cheap kind that smells like a menthol bitch-slap—and a two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

He looks at what Deidara and Konan spend on their personal care products with disdain.

Although he won't buy luxuries for it, Kakuzu gets pissy if his bathtime routine is interrupted, namely by Hidan getting in there early to spite him or leaving a bloody, hair-gelled mess all over the place.

Since his strings are keeping him young, he doesn't waste money on skincare.

Hidan

Hidan's got no problem being covered in blood and gore, but after a while it starts to get sticky and inconvenient, so he has to wash it off. Some of his Jashinist rituals also call for him to be purified beforehand.

He might not seem like the bath or onsen type but he is from Yugakure, aka the Village Hidden in Hot Water. Boy is from Bathland.

He's not polite from Itachi, so he'll throw himself in all dirty and covered in blood and viscera, and fuck anyone else who has to get in the water after him.

His hair does take a long time. He takes a whole handful of product and spends ages slicking and combing it back to make sure it's perfect.

Gotta look good for Jashin.

Obito "Tobi" Uchiha

He's possibly the most normal when it comes to bathing. Obito has a preference for showers over baths, because they're quick and efficient and he needs the extra time to run all his little schemes.

He absolutely "borrows" toiletries from Deidara, so he smells pretty and his hair is in great condition.

Deidara starts sniffing suspiciously whenever he's around "Tobi".

"Why the fuck do you smell like my cedarwood body wash, you masked asshole!?"

Zetsu (Combined)

I feel like he just mists himself, like a plant in a greenhouse. He just stands there and lets himself be spritzed.

Zetsu doesn't sweatzu.

[cosmowgyral]

"Lover's Contract: A night of immoral deeds"

▪︎ Nica Schwartz

This is a fan translation, not 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. Expect grammatical inconsistencies.

Since Nica is not yet out in the EN server, there might be terms that will turn out different than what I have used here when he is finally released. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

A big thank you to Ciele (@.judesmoonbeauty) for providing me with the video of the epilogue. ♡

Epilogue

Kate: Ni-Nica, stop.

He licks the red bite marks repeatedly, proving I’m his.

He leaves peckish kisses down my neck again and again.

Even though it was just a little stimulation, after it was repeated multiple times, I started to feel hot and my entire body began to shake.

He gave me an exaggerated blow, and laughed a little as he saw me writhe.

Nica: What? Are you feeling it?

Kate: That’s not it.

Nica: Then why are you staring at me with such a flushed face?

He strokes my cheeks with the back of his fingers, twirling the ends of my hair and playing with them.

Nica: If it feels that good, I want you to do it too.

Kate: Huh, ah!

A hand reaches under my armpit and I am lowered from the railing. Nica then switches our positions.

Nica: Come now, put it on me too.

I hesitated when Nica pointed to his neck——

Nica: The Crown—

Kate: I-I’ll do it! It’s okay to do it, right?

Feeling threatened, I hastily placed my lips on his neck.

Despite its slender appearance, his neck is well-defined, with muscles that are normally invisible, now appearing and disappearing.

The aroma of ylang-ylang wafts from his Adam’s apple, which rises and falls with each breath, almost mesmerising me, but—.

Kate: Mmph, uh

Pursing my lips, I sucked again and again changing my angle, but the red mark never appeared.

Kate: Mm?

(I’m not good at it at all.)

As I struggled, I heard a voice coming from above my head and looked up.

Then I saw him with his eyebrows lowered and a happy smile on his face.

Nica: You’re no good at all, Robin.

He said the words while wiping away tears from too much laughter.

I couldn’t respond as my eyes were drawn to him.

Nica: Giving up?

Kate: Huh, oh, I’m still going.

I hurriedly tried to make a mark, but the colour was faint and it didn’t turn out as I had expected.

He then touched the side of my neck that didn’t have love bites.

Nica: Let me show you how it works.

Kate: Mmm

Red marks form on my neck once more.

Neck, collarbone, nape..

The slight pain that accompanies the sound of lips causes the red marks to become more noticeable.

Kate: Ni-ca

(What should I do? I know I’m not supposed to like it.)

As the number of bites increases, I can feel my excitement rising.

He finally parted his lips and licked them with his tongue.

Nica: See, now do it like this.

He puts his hand around the back of my head and presses my face into the crook of his neck.

I tried to imitate him but failed again.

(If this goes on….)

I bared my teeth and bit into his beautiful neck.

However, it seems that I bit harder than I intended.

Nica: Nngh!

Kate: I’m so sorry! Did that hurt?

Startled by the bite, Nica put his hand on the bitten spot with a shocked look on his face.

He touched the area where the bumps are clearly visible with his fingertips.

He then grinned and stroked the love bites on my neck—.

Nica: Mm, matching.

My heart was pounding loudly.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Kate: Excuse me.

A few days later, Nica called me to the reception room.

Nica: Here you are. I’ve been waiting for you, Robin.

Kate: You needed me for something...w-whoaa!

I couldn't contain my amazement when I saw the vibrant boxes of sweets on the table.

Kate: What is all this?

Nica: Do you remember the husband from when we infiltrated the lover’s club?

Kate: Yes.

Nica: The man actually owns a sweet manufacturing company. So I received a lot of sweets as a thank you.

Nica: I couldn’t have these all by myself, so I want you to take some too.

Kate: Is that okay?

Nica: Consider it a reward for going on the mission with me.

Stacks of biscuit tins and glittery chocolates.

Cute looking candies and sweet-smelling caramel.

(Which one should I choose…?!)

Choosing one is fun, so I started selecting and analysing each one.

Nica: If you’re that interested, you can have them all.

After hearing Nica, I shook my head sternly.

Kate: No, I can’t. If I eat them all, I’ll get fat.

Nica: You’re slim enough for me to lift you up easily.

Kate: That’s….

Suddenly remembering what happened a few days back, I stopped examining the sweets and looked at him.

Kate: Oh…

As he was sitting on the sofa and resting his head on the backrest, I could see the teeth mark on his neck and I couldn’t help but let out a cry.

Then, noticing my gaze, Nica opened the collar of his shirt to show it off.

Nica: This has hardly faded.

Nica: That goes for you too, right, Robin?

I had unconsciously placed my hand on the spot where the love bites were on my neck, but I quickly removed it.

Nica: There’s no point in doing that. They’re clearly visible once you look up.

Feeling embarrassed, I tried to look away, but he pulled me by the arm and brought his lips close to my neck.

Nica: Hey, Kate.

Nica: Should I renew our contract?

It seems I still can’t escape from him.

[Premium End] [Masterlist]

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Note: The hickeys were referred to as "red flowers blooming" here, but it sounded plain weird, so I changed them all to red marks.

[distantvoices]

Ylang Messenguiral by Larissa Hofmann for PRINT Publication May 2024

Christopher Simmonds (Art Director), Francesca Burns (Fashion Editor/Stylist), Blake Henderson (Hair Stylist), Niamh Quinn (Makeup Artist)

[xreaderdumpster]

Inspired by @villainsrtasty ‘s post on oil sex with Shunsui Kyoraku! It’s been in my brain for ages and only last night was I like “ok let’s write!” Sorry for the formatting! It started as one thing and progressed to this. Hope you enjoy anyway!

Content warning: 18+ MDNI!!, unprotected P in V, use of body safe massage oil, clit stimulation, mutual masturbation, Shunsui x AFAB!Reader, use of 2nd person you, nicknames including petal and darling.

Oiled up

Would start off innocently enough. Your head captain lover would come in from a tiring day and you’d off to massage him. Get rid of those knots and help him relax, you know?

Shunsui would take off his floral kimono, pulling his robes down to his hips to you had full access. He doesn’t care if a little oil gets on his normal robes.

You’d straddle him as he lays on his stomach, arms crossed above his head and his face turned to the side.

His bare, muscular back laid before you like an untouched canvas. You pour just a little massage oil onto his muscles, smirking as you hear his gasp from the cold sensation.

Your hands slowly, sensually working up and down his back. Finding each knot in his muscles and slowly working them out.

Every so often, you’d hear a little groan or sigh escape his lips. They were muffled by the pillows below him but oh did they turn you on. He’d be melting, putty in your hands after a while.

At some point, you’d spill a little oil on your chest. A wicked idea forms. The human world has a concept called Nuru massages. The person giving the massage is naked, covered in oil as they use their full body to massage their lover. Why not give it a go?

You ask him to turn around, his back is free of knots now, you should work on his front. Shunsui obliges, turning over.

His face says it al. He’s completely putty in your hands. His body is relaxed, his smile wider than you’ve seen in some time and his eyes are practically hearts as he watches you undress.

“What’s all this about, petal?” He’d ask as his large hands help you discard your clothes and underwear. Shunsui is surprised, sure, but certainly not objecting to his gorgeous partner undressing.

“Just wanted to try something, my love.” You’d reply in that sensual, low tone that he loves.

Pouring oil across your shoulders and chest makes you squeal as it runs cold across every curve. At first, Shunsui chuckles at your squeal. But then you notice his grey eyes darkened with lust as he watches you. He has no clue where this is going but the twitching bulge against your thigh tells you he’s loving it.

You pour oil onto his chest too, biting your lip as you watch his chest hair glisten. The steady rise and fall of his chest increases as you rub his shoulders. Oily chest to oily chest.

The patchouli and ylang ylang scent only amplifies the more oil you add. The scent carrying a sensuality to it that charges the air more. The more you add, the more your bodies move in tandem, the friction making your head spin. Shunsui’s resolve snapping as he crashes his lips into yours, all teeth and tongue.

His hands tracing every curve as the kiss goes on. Shunsui is a careful man, each pinch and squeeze sending more heat to the burning in your stomach. You wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts up your hips.

Gently but agonisingly slowly, he’ll rub small but precise circles on your clit with his thumb. Your growing wetness helps him. Each moan that escaped your lips fuels him to press harder and go faster. Your legs shake as you wipe your hand on his robes, gently stroking his clothed erection. He groans as you feel precum through his robes.

You pull it down, springing his cock free. Your fingers wrap around it, gently beginning to stoke him. You lean down, gently gliding your tits against his cock.

The moan that escaped Shunsui’s throat as he watches his dick glide free between your breasts is exhilarating. It pushes you to go faster, watching his top get a pretty shade of red.

“On your back, petal. Please. I need to-Ah!- be inside you.” He practically begs. You oblige, laying back on the bed sheets. Before you know it, he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. The way his cock stretches you for the first time in a while has you arching your back.

God your head would reel as he thrusts into you like a man possessed. The intoxicating way his cock kisses your g spot.

And the skin on skin slapping. The oil just amplifies the whole thing! If you weren’t in his private quarters, you’d swear the whole squad 8 barracks could hear every “pap”,”pap”,”pap”

His hand would continue caressing your chest, still slick with the oil as he massages your breasts. With of course the occasional pinch or suck on your nipples which really drives the overstimulation and gets your brain fuzzy.

But soon enough you can feel it. The familiar wave that crashes into you as you cum on his cock. Your inner walls tightening around his cock so pleasurably.

“That’s it, darling. Cum for me.” Shunsui would whisper in your ear as he folds you practically in half before his own orgasm hits and spills out of you.

Your insides are painted white with his cum as his chest and oil slicked sides cause a delicious slippery friction across your spread thighs and torso.

Once you both come down from your highs and reality hits, Shunsui feels far more relaxed and at ease then he did hours ago. You both hit the hot springs to help each other scrub off the oil and bodily fluids even though the intoxicating mixture still lingers long after.

And you better change your bed sheets too!

[k0mmari]

Locked and Loaded- Chapter.11- Ylang Ylang “Hmpf, I’ll have Jiu-di know I am an expert in braiding long hair.”

[ladsheadcanoncorner]

*offers a candy bar and a Reddit coin (hey what’s that doing here?)* this is all I have to offer. can I request how the LADS guys smell? love your blog!

insert the: *i've been waiting for this one, turn it up!* tiktok sound. i accept your humble offerings with pleasure because this was SO fun to write! and something i randomly think about a lot??? so i hope i did our boys justice <3

rating: sfw cw: descriptions of specific smells ✉︎♡: ask box open, tumblr users + anons

Xavier: -His everyday cologne is Jean Paul Gautier’s “Le Male” - “the power and freshness of mint and lavender, evoking the familiar, comforting scent of shaving soap, is transformed by the sensuality of vanilla.” -Out of all of the boys, I can see Xavier wearing cologne the least. He just doesn’t remember to do it that often, unless the two of you are going on a fancier date -That being said, his natural scent is still wonderful -Think floating on a cloud of warm, fresh laundry -You steal his hoodies even on days he doesn’t wear cologne just so you can wrap yourself up in his natural scent

Zayne: -Wears Chanel “Bleu de Chanel” - “Features a fresh citrus accord followed by ambery cedar. Woody notes are amplified by tonka bean and vanilla for heightened sensuality. New Caledonian sandalwood unfolds at the base for greater depth, leaving a captivating trail.” -This cologne is inconspicuous enough that if he wore it for patient check ups it wouldn’t be overpowering, while still being noticeable enough that you think of him any time you encounter the scent -Most likely to wear cologne the most often. He prides himself in being perfectly hygienic and put together, and part of that is making sure he always smells good -When he isn’t wearing cologne, he smells perfectly clean. Like that just-cleaned-the-house smell, but no chemicals. More like a fresh breeze coming through the window

Rafayel: -His cologne is Tom Ford "Soleil Blanc" - “a floral amber scent that evokes remote private islands where summer lasts all year. Alive with seductive cardamom and refreshingly decadent ylang ylang, Soleil Blanc unapologetically exudes the endless pursuit of sun and luxury.” -We’re basically going for with a lighter scent, with some floral notes and a touch of the ocean -Likes to use scented lotion too, even if it’s yours, and will ask you if you think he smells pretty every time he does -It could be the length of his hair or the way it curls at the ends, but it holds product for so long and you can smell his shampoo every morning when you wake up together -It takes all of your strength not to stick your nose in his hair and inhale, because he definitely teased you about it the first time you tried

Sylus: -Y’all the way I struggled between choosing something for our boy’s expensive taste and something that I thought actually fit him from a scent perspective (I went with the latter) -Viktor and Rolf’s "Spicebomb Dark Leather" - “Like an illicit encounter between dark leather and bare skin. Explosive notes of spicy black pepper and nutmeg. Deeply masculine base notes of dark leather and tobacco, leaving behind a trail of something unforgettable, yet impossible to define.” -He is the one you smell the longest after going home from a date. With such strong notes, its no wonder that your skin smells like him in all of the little places he touched -When he isn’t wearing cologne, Sylus smells like all of the things he surrounds himself with. Leather, velvet, vintage records, the slightest hint of exhaust from his motorcycle -In the mornings, you swear that he has an almost sweet sort of smell. Rich and syrupy when his skin is warm, scent mingling with yours under the covers when he pulls you close to his chest

Caleb: -Wears Calvin Klein’s “Eternity” - “Celebrates the concepts of forever and modern, multifaceted masculinity. A powerful and elegant base of suede and vetiver is layered with a heart of warm geranium and cypress. Top notes of alluring sage and apple impart crisp freshness to the lingering and compelling scent.” -It has apple top notes, c’mon I couldn’t not use it -This is a scent he’s worn for forever, so the first time he wears it when you reunite with him is emotional to say the least -You definitely don’t admit to him that you have a bottle of it at your apartment that you would spray whenever you missed him -His natural scent is very outdoorsy. He smells like the embodiment of sunshine and fresh cut grass and endless summertime

[luveline]

Hello! 💕 I love your work!

May I request a small drabble where Roan is at a stage when she's so fascinated with reader's makeup and outfits that Roan wants to copy her mom's style.

Thank you!

thank you for your request!! I know you sent it in April but I hope you can enjoy regardless! dad!eddie x fem!reader, 1.8k

Roan is trying to be respectful. She really, truly is, but this is her chance. She can hear you in the bathroom talking to her dad where he's sitting with his back to the closed door. Eddie hadn't paid Roan any mind when she walked past him into your room, because Roan isn't badly behaved. Well, usually. 

She knows she shouldn't touch your things without asking, but she just loves how you look before you go out with your friends —you'd traipsed down the stairs yesterday afternoon in a casual dress and flats with your make up all shiny and dewy and pretty— and she wants to look pretty too. 

She looks through your make up bag cautiously. She doesn't want to break anything. Eddie's laughing loudly now, and the door must be ajar because your voice is louder. You're telling a story, and Eddie's eating it up, he's practically shouting he's laughing so much. Roan stands up to go and investigate, but then she thinks maybe she won't get to do this again, so she sits back down and picks up a lip gloss. 

Roan jumps as you get out of the bath, a plastic pulling sound like skin rubbed against porcelain ringing down the hall. She's on high alert, and she's scared of being caught, and she definitely didn't think this through. She grabs your make up bag and flees to the wardrobe, throwing open the doors and climbing inside. She shouts the door behind her, holding her breath in the dark. 

You walk into the bedroom, Eddie on your tail. 

"I don't think you should hang out with her anymore," Eddie's saying, his voice still laden with laughter. 

"By that logic I should've stopped hanging out with you a long time ago," you say. You squeal like you've been pinched, adding, "A long long time ago."

"Yeah, you should've. Do you want to go anywhere, or are we putting our pyjamas on?" 

There's thirty seconds of relative silence and then sound. A plastic lid from your body butter, the bedside table lamp being turned on, Eddie coughing. Her dad's been sick this week, a cold Roan miraculously didn't catch. She made sure to give him extra cuddles and he healed up pretty fast. Roan the Healing Balm, he called her. 

"Nowhere," you say finally. A drawer rolls on its hinges. "Did you want to–" 

"Nah, just wondering. We need crackers for Ro's lunch tomorrow and toilet paper, but we can get those in the morning. That smells nice, what one is that?" 

"One you got me, uh, mandarin and something. Ylang-ylang?" 

"Smells good."

"You want some?" 

"I'm okay." 

"No, come here." 

Roan holds your make up bag closer to her chest. She pushes the door gently to widen a slit so she can spy on you. You're in pyjamas now, a towel wrapped around your hair, sockless and climbing onto the bed where Eddie's lying. He sits up. Roan's worried she'll be caught, so she lets the door fall back into place.

Mattress springs shift, and Eddie says, "It's cold." 

"Your arms are sooo long," you say simply. There's a smacking sound like a kiss. "And kissable! Who knew?" 

"I love you," Eddie says warmly. 

"I love you too…" There's another kiss. "You're pretty." 

"You're pretty," Eddie says. 

"Want a hug?" 

Eddie doesn't say yes or no. Roan peaks out through the gap again to find you kneeling at the end of the bed with your arms around his shoulders. He rubs your back, his tattoo looking darker than usual from the moisturiser. 

"Where's Ro?" you ask quietly, kissing the top of his head. "Maybe she wants a hug too." 

"She's being really quiet today," Eddie says, "I think she's up to something." 

You kiss his head again and peel away, brushing a curl from his eyes as you say, "You always think she's up to something. Your dad sense is on the fritz." 

"Probably. Hey, have you seen my big hoodie? I was thinking I'd take her out for a bit, push her on the tyre swing and burn off some mischievous energy." 

"Gonna wear it over your pyjamas?" you ask. 

"Duh." 

"I think it's in the wardrobe. If it's not in there it's in the laundry. I'm gonna go find my girl," you say. 

"I'll be right there," Eddie says. 

Roan holds her breath again as he approaches. She knows she's busted but she can't help trying to hide anyways, burying her face in her knees, hands around her legs, your make up bag lost in the folded jeans beneath her. The door creaks slowly, and Eddie gasps. 

"Oh, holy shit," Eddie says. "Holy sugar. Hey, babe, what the heck are you doing in there?" 

"What?" you ask. 

Roan lifts her head, a pout on her lips that begs for forgiveness. Eddie grins as soon as he's recovered from the shock of finding her, and you're wide-eyed from behind him.

"Well, there's my girl," you say, resting your hand on Eddie's thigh as you crouch. "Watcha doing? Who are we hiding from?" 

Eddie crouches down next to you, and you both look so happy to see her that Roan figures she might not get into trouble after all. Now that she can see, she picks up the stolen make up bag and offers it back to you. 

"I just wanted to try," she explains. 

You and Eddie look at each other. 

"Well, you shouldn't be in mom's things," Eddie begins, gently scolding as you accept the bag.

"All you have to do is ask, Ro," you finish. 

"I want to look like you," Roan says. 

Eddie smiles. "Come on. Get out of the wardrobe, babe, before we close you in." 

You elbow him as Eddie gets his hands under Roan's arms, helping her out of the wardrobe. She doesn't need help, but her dad is super strong and has her sitting on the big bed before she can blink. You follow with your make up bag in hand, sitting down with an excitement that wobbles the mattress. 

"What do you want, babe? Lip gloss?" 

"And the sparkly eyes," she says. They're imperative. 

"Oh, good choice," you say. 

You shuffle closer to Roan and pull out the white square of eyeshadow, flipping it open. There's lots of colours inside, but the best in Roan's opinion is a white that shines baby pink in the sun. Roan tells you what she wants, and you have her close her eyes, leaning in to take her chin into your hand gently. Your breath fans over her cheek. "Keep your eyes closed, lovely girl." 

Roan squeezes them closed.

"Not that closed!" you laugh. 

Roan relaxes. Carefully, softly, you pat eyeshadow onto her eyelids with your fingertip, humming little affirmative sounds under your breath. 

"Good girl," you murmur, blending the ends out with what feels like a different finger. "Just sit still, one more second." 

More patting. Roan tries not to move around, but her excitement has her shaking. After a few more moments you lean back. 

"All done, babe. You can open your eyes." 

Roan opens her eyes wide, the light nearly too bright. Eddie sorts through the stuff in your make up bag, interested, bottles and brushes clinking together. "Oh, hey," he says, lifting a tube up, "this colour?" 

It's the red-pink colour that Roan yearns for. She nods eagerly and you hold out your hand. You unscrew it and bring the applicator to her lips. Roan pouts, which makes you and Eddie smile in tandem. She has no idea why. 

You put a little bit on the centre of her lip and spread it out with your pinky finger. Roan is totally relaxed by your lap. 

"I need the shiny one too," you say. 

Eddie shuffles through your things and procures a clear lip gloss. "This?" 

"Yes, please." 

Eddie hands it to you and you uncap it deftly.

"Rub your lips together, baby," you say, demonstrating. 

Roan rubs her lips together. You brush the clear lip gloss on top of the pink and tell her to rub her lips together again, before smoothing a little bit of moisturiser over her face with kind fingers. You trace the heart of her face down to the chin and beam at her. 

"You look so pretty," you say, falling into the bubbly voice you and Eddie don't use so much anymore. 

Roan's chin dips inward shyly. Eddie pulls a compact from your bag and shows her the mirror part, and her chin quickly lifts. A blush rises to her cheeks as she turns her face one way and then another. 

"What do you think?" Eddie asks. 

Roan nods a bunch of times before she answers, not wanting to tear her gaze from the mirror. "I look beautiful," she says. 

"Yes, you do! You always look beautiful," Eddie says. 

"I need to put my dress on," Roan says firmly. She gives herself one last look in the mirror before sliding off of the bed and out of your reach. 

She races off. 

You and Eddie look at each other while she's gone, two pleased, stickying smiles. "She's so easy to please," you say. 

"No, you just spend the time with her. She loves you." 

You push your hand across the bed toward his thigh and lean on it, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "Want me to do yours, too?" you offer. 

"Definitely. I'll hold off on the dress, for now. I don't think I have one that'll fit." 

You lift your chin for a kiss. "Good idea," you say against his lips.  

"I'd look good though, right?" 

"You'd look amazing. You have the thighs for it." 

"I do, don't I?" he asks, pleased. 

You have your face on Eddie's leg when Roan comes back, his arms splayed across the length of your back, as though you've collapsed in on one another. She does a spin in her second nicest dress. 

"Do I look like you, mom?" she asks. 

You smile like you've won the lottery. "You look a thousand times more beautiful than me, sweetheart." 

Roan laughs and does another spin. Eddie hums unhappily because you're just as beautiful, but he has to admit that his girl looks good. 

"Let me grab the camera," he says. 

For once, Roan doesn't grumble. She poses for pictures and makes sure she has a bunch with you, too, even though you aren't wearing anything so nice as she is. 

"I'm gonna have that one printed," Eddie says after a flash.

"No you are not!" you say.

Eddie and Roan share a look. He's definitely having it printed. 

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thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! please think about reblogging if you enjoyed and have the time ♡

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[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

seventeen as aromatherapists 🪔:

scoups: clients will feel better after he is done with them or so help him, he WILL fight god. only suggest clients to buy organic blends. is in the process of establishing his own manufacture company cause he is tired of seeing people sell fake 'therapeutic grade' oil online

jeonghan: ask him for a blend for personal use and he just smiles. is he an aromatherapist? is he an actual therapist masquerading as one? is he even legally allowed to do this? no one knows. the only constant thing is clients going in and becoming a new person after one session

joshua: loves to suggest incorporating infused oils into skincare. sandalwood is his go-to when he uses incense. applies jasmine oil as a perfume mixed with a scented allergen-free body lotion

jun: spends most of his time trying to tailor aromatherapy services for cats. is failing spectacularly at it but found that he is amazing at biscuit kneading like a cat. a win is a win ig

hoshi: for some reason, most of his clients ask if they can chug essential oils like a shot and it stresses him out so much that he runs to mingyu one a week to get a massage. thought for a long time that frankincense oil is made from frankenstein. jeonghan had to break it down to him gently

wonwoo: is super careful in making sure people are not coming for aromatherapy when they actually need a doctor. makes most of his money from selling a blend of oils for late night gamers. it's so popular that he accidentally started a cult

woozi: booked and busy till next year. clients swear that he can read their minds. makes small at-home recipes people can diy and prints them out as free pamphlets

mingyu: the best hot stone-cold stone massage aromatherapist in the whole state. the con is you have to listen to him yap the entire time. his personal favourite is bergamot and ginger infused with coconut oil

dokyeom: his favourite scents are sweet orange and cedarwood. uses local companies to get his supply of essential oils. uses aromatherapy in his daily life and to figure out what works best. currently obsessed with the eucalyptus oil + morning shower combo

minghao: big fan of diffusers. guides clients through different meditation and breathing techniques based on the blend used. do NOT ask him about crystals. he is an aromatherapist not a charlatan

seungkwan: engraved the words, 'holistic' into his bones. adores giving clients little tips to feel more balanced in their life like dropping a few drops of lavender on a tissue when they can't sleep or rosemary oil when clients are worried about losing hair

vernon: cites scientific sources and infodumps on the oils he is using. emphasizes that aromatherapy can only help if the clients are also improving other aspects of life and diet. his favourite joke is, "peppermint oil or a peppermint gum?" no one else laughs at this except wonwoo who lets out a pity chuckle

chan: reads out the disclaimers like its a manifesto (he is scared that he will send someone to the hospital). loves applying oils to pressure points and seeing people go limp in relaxation. his go-to infused blend is ylang-ylang, cacay, and a tiny bit of rose hip oil