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[ghost-kings-court-jester]

Xie Lian bringing his husband little gifts. Simple and small things like a repaired ornate comb, a shell picked up because it sort of looks like a butterfly, handmade soap that smells of jasmine crafted by Xie Lians calloused hands, dozens of trinkets collected from Xie Lians days at the market.

Hua Cheng who has made temples and statues and mortal sacrifices now receiving the same love and devotion from his god, his prince, his husband who presents every gift with the phrase “I thought off you.”

[scarsnfevers]

Bond dreams (18+)

Chapter V of Wolfgang

summary: their scents clung to the air like ghosts, weaving through your thoughts and curling around your senses. You drifted into the quiet streets of Fox River where the mist hugged the pavement and the lamps flickered like watching eyes. But even the stillness, even the faded charm of the town, couldn’t quiet the gnawing hunger of the wolf that stirred within you.

genre: werewolf!chan x werewolf!reader x werewolf!minho x werewolf!changbin, mentions of werewolf!hyunjin & werewolf!seungmin in the beginning

chapter word count: 5,2k

chapter warnings: smut, foursome, oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation

minors do not interact!

Two days.

It had been two days since they stood in your home, their presence still woven into the very bones of the cabin, like a scent you couldn’t scrub clean if you tried. Two days, and yet their traces lingered—faint but stubborn. A breath of clear mountain air, the wild sea and campfire, of sun-warmed skin and wild forests. Two days, and your wolf hadn’t stopped pacing beneath your skin. You understood why. At least part of you did.

Their scents had been heady, unfiltered, something ancient that spoke to the places inside you language could never reach. Their nearness had stirred something more than curiosity; it had rattled something loose. Something hungry. But it wasn’t just that. You kept reminding yourself. It wasn’t just biology. It wasn’t just the coil of instinct, the easy temptation of power and the raw safety that radiated off them in waves. It was the way Chan had watched you like the world might tilt if you looked away. The way Minho had seen you—truly seen you—behind all the careful walls. The way Changbin had smiled, not with expectation or assumption, but with hope. And because of that—because it was more—you needed space.

You needed to breathe.

Which is how you found yourself in Fox River on a soft gray afternoon, your boots crunching across the uneven pavement of the town square, the air brushed with the faintest kiss of rain. Fox River wasn’t much. It had a single main street that cut through the middle like a scar, a handful of side roads that bled off into the trees, and a smattering of stores clinging to life with stubborn pride. Most of the houses were tucked away far beyond the town limits, swallowed by the forests that stretched for miles, wide and wild ....and unforgiving.

It was perfect.

The remoteness had been what drew you here in the first place—what made it feel safe enough to build something new. Even now, weaving through the handful of shops with a worn canvas bag slung over your shoulder, you could feel that sense of rightness hum against your bones. You hadn’t bought much. Some dried herbs. A bar of handmade soap that smelled faintly of mint and pine.

A new kitchen knife, the blade sharp and clean and waiting for the work of your hands. Small things. Necessary things. You told yourself it was enough. You told yourself you felt lighter already. The sun had long slipped behind the trees, leaving the sky a deep, bruised violet, streaked with the last pale traces of day. The world was soft in this hour—edges blurred, colors muted.

It suited you.

You crossed the parking lot toward your truck, the worn soles of your shoes brushing over patches of gravel and grass. Your canvas bag swung gently against your side, the rhythm of your steps steady, familiar. And then you smelled them. You stopped mid-stride, breath catching.

Jasmine. Cedarwood.

The faintest curl of woodsmoke and fresh rain. It hit you like a stone to the ribs—sharp, sudden, vivid enough to drag you backward through memory. The slam of water against glass. The knock at the door. A face half-shadowed by dripping hair, eyes dark, wide and waiting.

The Pizzaboy.

Before you could fully process it, another scent braided through the first—sharper, brighter, almost biting in its sweetness.

Blood orange. Juniper.

New. Unfamiliar.

Your wolf pricked its ears, alert, curious. You lifted your gaze. Two figures stood by a battered sedan a few rows down, caught in the soft, dying light. The one you recognized immediately—the same easy stance, the same mop of messy dark hair. The other was leaner, his posture tighter, more reserved. The Pizzaboy—Hyunjin, you remembered now, though you weren’t sure how—lifted his head first. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.

Then, slowly, he smiled. Cautiously. Hopefully.

You felt it ripple off him—nerves, tangled with something warmer. He started toward you, hands loose at his sides. The other boy hesitated a beat before following, his steps measured, careful. You didn’t move. You let them come.

Close enough now that the scents wrapped around you fully, peeling back the human layers to reveal what your wolf already knew.

Omega.

Beta.

The difference between them and the three who had filled your home was stark, immediate. Their energy was smaller. Not lesser—never that—but quieter. More cautious. More attuned to the careful balance of presence and permission. You softened your stance instinctively, angling your body just slightly sideways, a silent gesture of nonthreat. Your wolf, still keyed high from the memory of the other scents, settled with a faint grumble. Hyunjin stopped a respectful distance away—close enough to speak, far enough that you wouldn’t feel boxed in. “Hey,” he said, voice a little rough, a little shy. “Um… it’s really good to see you again.” You tilted your head, studying him.

The last time you’d seen him, he’d been a dripping, half-drowned thing, standing awkwardly on your porch with a box of pizza and a heart too big for his chest. Now he looked dryer, cleaner, but no less earnest. He shifted his weight, cheeks flushing pink under your gaze.

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way,” he added, like you might’ve forgotten. “Yeah, I—” he started, then stopped, laughing under his breath in a way that was self-conscious but genuine. “I guess you already knew that.” You couldn't help but smile, “Yes, I do.” You let your eyes flick to the other boy, who stepped up beside him with a short, almost reluctant nod. “Seungmin,” he said shortly. His voice was even, but his scent betrayed him—wariness sharpened with something like curiosity. Beta, you thought again. You tucked the canvas bag tighter against your hip, letting the quiet stretch just a beat longer than necessary.

Testing. Measuring. They didn’t press. They didn’t push. Good.

You let your mouth curve, just barely. “Y/N,” you said. Simple. Uncomplicated.

Hyunjin’s shoulders loosened visibly at the sound of your voice. The three of you stood there for a moment, the dying twilight wrapping you all in its soft, forgiving light. Not quite strangers. Not quite anything else yet, either. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… tentative. Fragile, maybe. A thread waiting to be tied—or broken.

You shifted your stance again, adjusting the strap of the bag against your shoulder. “You two live around here?” you asked, voice low, nonchalant. Hyunjin nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. Just outside town. Toward the north side.” His hand moved absently, as if gesturing to something only he could see. Seungmin gave a small shrug, his thumb hooking into the strap of the worn backpack slung over his shoulder. “Pretty far out,” he added. “Most of us are. It’s quieter.” You hummed under your breath, a small sound of agreement. You understood better than most why wolves stayed away from the clustered mess of human life. It was easier on the senses. Easier on the instincts.

Hyunjin tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, glancing sideways at Seungmin before daring another step closer. “You, uh—” he started, then cleared his throat. “You settling in alright?” You caught the edge underneath the words. Not just small talk. Something deeper.

The unspoken currents of pack, of territory, of belonging. The ache in your chest stirred again—faint, but there.

You thought of the cabin, still steeped in the scent of Alphas who had made the walls feel smaller without even trying. You let yourself smile, just a little. “I’m getting there.” Hyunjin’s shoulders eased at your answer, though a thread of nerves still clung to him, light and jittery.

“We’re, um…” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to Seungmin for backup. Seungmin shifted slightly, his stance relaxing as he picked up the thread Hyunjin struggled to find. “We’re part of the same pack,” he said simply. “The one Chan leads.”

At the sound of the name, something inside you settled. No surprise. Only a quiet click of understanding.

Of course.

The way their scents carried that same steady undertone. The way they moved—with a quiet deference, but also a tether, invisible and strong, to something bigger than themselves. You gave a slow nod, letting your expression remain easy, open. There was no need to press further. Some things didn’t need to be said out loud. “I figured,” you said, voice low, almost amused. Hyunjin’s lips twitched into a shy smile, and Seungmin gave a small, approving nod, as if pleased you hadn’t made it awkward. For a beat, the three of you stood there, the evening stretching soft and golden around you, the first hints of night curling at the edges of the sky.

No tension. No pressure.

Just the fragile weight of something new, hanging in the warm, drifting air. And for the first time in days, the restless pull of your wolf eased, just a little. Not enough to forget. But enough to breathe.

Hyunjin shifted again, his fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket, like he was gathering courage. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, wide and earnest. “So—” he began, then gave a soft huff of breath, as if deciding there was no delicate way to say it. “Changbin mentioned... he invited you to run with us?” You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift, but nodded once, slow and steady. The memory of that moment—Changbin’s mischievous grin, the spark in his dark eyes—flickered through you like the brush of a hand. "Yes, that's right," you paused for a moment before nodding. “That’s... great,” Hyunjin said, and it sounded like he meant it. But then he hesitated, the smile faltering just slightly around the edges. Hyunjin pressed on, his voice softer now. “It’s just— We’re not sure yet if... we’ll be part of it.” You tilted your head slightly, curiosity sparking.

Seungmin cleared his throat, a rough little sound, and when he spoke, there was a tightness in his voice that hadn’t been there before. “Bringing someone new into the pack,” he said, “it’s... tricky sometimes.” Not hostile. Not unkind. Just honest. And maybe a little afraid. The way wolves always danced around the edges of newness, testing the air, testing each other. Old instincts, older than language. You felt your wolf stir in acknowledgment, the part of you that understood the push and pull of belonging better than words ever could. You let the silence stretch for a beat, letting them see you weren’t angered.

That you understood. Then you smiled again—small, but real. A flicker of warmth through the cooling air.

“I get it,” you said quietly. “No hard feelings.”

And you meant it.

Because some things, the important things, couldn’t be rushed. Not loyalty. Not trust. Not the slow, inevitable weaving of something real. Hyunjin exhaled, the sound almost a laugh, like he hadn’t realized until just now that he’d been holding his breath. Seungmin shifted again, like the ground beneath his feet still wasn’t entirely steady, but some of the sharp edges in his posture softened. The sky above you deepened into violet and indigo, the last scraps of daylight bleeding away into the waiting arms of night. And somehow, standing there with them, the world didn’t feel quite so heavy.

Hyunjin offered you another smile, softer this time, tinged with something that looked a lot like relief. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the movement almost boyish.

But before he could speak, something changed.

You saw it — the way both guys tensed, just barely. A flicker across their shoulders, a tightening at the edges. As if they had heard something you hadn’t.

Something silent.

A summons threading through the cooling evening air. Hyunjin’s head tilted slightly, as if listening. Seungmin’s nostrils flared, muscles taut beneath his jacket like a wire drawn tight. The moment passed in a heartbeat, but it left a ripple in its wake — a vibration against your senses, a shift you couldn’t name. Hyunjin turned back to you, his smile apologetic now, tinged with something close to regret. “Well,” he said, voice low, hurried, but still sincere, “I’m really looking forward to seeing you again.” Beside him, Seungmin gave a short nod, more reserved, but the glint in his eyes was genuine. “It was good meeting you.” Seungmin said, his voice a little rough, like he wasn’t used to quick goodbyes. You smiled at them both — a small, honest thing — and tucked the fabric of your tote bag more securely into the crook of your elbow.

“Yeah,” you said. “You too.”

Hyunjin lifted a hand in a little wave, Seungmin offering a brief tilt of his chin in farewell. Without another word, they turned away, steps quickening as they crossed the parking lot toward their car, parked near the tree line.

You watched them go. The echo of their presence lingered — a soft pressure in the air, a ripple across your senses.

You let out a breath you hadn’t meant to hold and turned toward your car. The parking lot was nearly empty now, save for a few scattered vehicles gleaming under the streetlights. The sun was gone, swallowed by the horizon, leaving the sky draped in deep purples and bruised blues.

Your boots scuffed quietly against the asphalt as you walked, the tote bag bumping lightly against your side. Behind you, the sounds of town slipped away — the murmur of distant conversation, the dull thud of a door closing somewhere. The ordinary, familiar sounds of Fox River settling into night.

And yet—

You couldn’t shake it.

Couldn’t leave the feeling behind so easily, no matter how many steps you took. Their scents still clung faintly to your skin, carried in the folds of your jacket. The weight of their cautious hope, their guarded trust, pressed against your ribs like a secret you weren’t ready to put down yet. You reached your car, unlocking it with a soft beep. The sound was oddly loud in the gathering quiet.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you set the tote bag down beside you, fingers lingering on the worn fabric a moment longer than necessary. You closed the door, shutting out the cool night air — but not the heaviness that had settled somewhere deep inside your chest.

You started the engine. The radio crackled to life, a low murmur of static and half-formed melodies. You didn’t turn it off. Didn’t turn it up, either. You just sat there for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel, breathing in the remnants of twilight and something else.

Something new. Something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

And then, with a quiet exhale, you pulled out of the lot and drove into the deepening night, the lights of Fox River dwindling behind you like the last embers of a fire.

The night fell softly around you, wrapping the cabin in a hush that felt thick enough to touch. The kind of quiet that made even the old floorboards seem reluctant to creak. Inside, it was warm — the rich, toasty kind of warmth that seeps into your bones after a long day of pretending you weren’t still the new girl in town.

You'd made yourself a cup of tea — the real stuff too, none of that half-hearted herbal nonsense — and claimed the battered couch as your kingdom. A knitted throw was tangled around your legs, soft and slightly fraying at the edges, just the way you liked it. The TV flickered across the small living room, casting shifting shadows across the wood-paneled walls.

'The Vampire Diaries' played in front of you — a show you'd seen enough times to quote entire episodes, though that never stopped you from watching it again. Something about the reckless drama, the impossible hair, and the serious lack of unattractive people made it the perfect background noise for nights like this. You sipped your tea — careful, because you’d already scorched your tongue once tonight — and let yourself sink deeper into the cushions.

On screen, Damon was doing his brooding thing. Elena was being all soft-eyed and complicated. And Stefan... well. Stefan was brooding too, but with more guilt. Classic.

You found yourself smiling against the rim of your mug. Seriously — what was it about these actors? Had the casting director just raided the nearest magazine shoot and called it a day? It was borderline offensive. Not a single bad hair day between them. No one looking vaguely puffy or uneven under the harsh lighting. It was like the universe had decided some people just got to win the genetic lottery twice. You huffed a soft laugh, setting your mug down on the end table with a soft clink. Unfair didn’t even cover it.

Your gaze drifted from the screen, caught somewhere between the flickering images and the steady crackle of the heater kicking on. And like a thread tugging loose, your mind wandered. You thought, not for the first time, of them.

Of Chan’s quiet, grounding presence.

Of Minho’s sharp eyes.

Of Changbin’s warm laugh, wrapping around you like a sweater you didn’t realize you needed.

And, unexpectedly —

Hyunjin.

The thought brushed past you like the flick of a feather, soft and uninvited. You blinked, shoulders shifting under the blanket. Hyunjin’s face — wide, honest eyes and that slightly crooked grin, like he wasn't quite sure if he should be smiling yet — surfaced in your mind’s eye with an ease that was almost suspicious. You snorted quietly to yourself.

Seriously?

One polite conversation and you were already handing out mental screen time like candy? Your wolf stirred inside you, a low, lazy stretch that buzzed faintly against your skin. Not a growl, not a snap — just a slow, content hum.

Approval.

The kind that made the corners of your mouth tug upward against your will. Traitor, you thought at it mildly. But you weren’t fooling either of you. You shook your head, more amused than anything else, and reached for your tea again. The mug was warm against your palms, grounding in a way that had nothing to do with caffeine and everything to do with the simple, stubborn comfort of small rituals.

Hot drink. TV. Warm blanket. Simple. Safe.

And yet—

You sipped slowly, letting the steam curl up against your face, and acknowledged — if only silently — that maybe, just maybe, reality wasn’t such a terrible place to be after all. Especially not when it included the possibility of new faces. New laughter. New belonging, however tentative and delicate it might still be.

On the TV, some new plot twist unfurled — betrayal, heartbreak, another completely unnecessary shirtless scene (not that you were complaining) — but you barely noticed.

Your mind was elsewhere.

Caught between the scent of jasmine still clinging faintly to your jacket, the lingering warmth of cautious smiles, and the not-so-quiet agreement of the wild thing coiled comfortably beneath your ribs. The thing that knew better than you did sometimes. The thing that whispered of pack and belonging and the dizzy, dangerous sweetness of being known. You exhaled slowly, blowing a ripple across the surface of your tea, and let yourself sink back against the couch. For now, this was enough.

Warmth. Laughter.

The distant promise of something more. You smiled to yourself again — a small, secret thing — and let the night close around you, soft and full of possibility.

The world blurred into soft twilight.

The television's light flickered faintly across the living room, forgotten, as your breathing grew slower, deeper. You shifted once beneath your blanket, the warmth cocooning you, and a drowsy sigh escaped your lips.

Sleep welcomed you like an old lover — gentle, patient, inevitable. The edges of reality softened, melted away, and the moment your consciousness slipped free, something inside you stirred.

It started with a scent — sharp, wild, masculine.

It curled around you like smoke, teasing, tempting, pulling you deeper. You floated, weightless, until the world reformed around you, vivid and dreamlike. You were no longer in your living room. You stood barefoot in a clearing bathed in silver moonlight, the grass cool beneath your feet. The air was thick, almost humming, heavy with unseen promise.

Before you could move, before you could even breathe properly, you felt them. Not saw — felt. The slow, magnetic pull of them, like gravity itself had shifted to center around you.

Chan.

Minho.

Changbin.

Their names whispered themselves across your mind, soft as a lover’s sigh. They didn’t approach you as much as they materialized — stepping through the shadows like the inevitable force they were, each movement fluid, predatory, beautiful. Their eyes burned into yours, dark and endless, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

You couldn’t run. You wouldn’t.

Your wolf within you keened, pushing you forward, pushing you toward them — toward home.

Chan reached you first.

There was no hesitation — only the slow, deliberate slide of his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face up to his. The simple contact set your skin aflame. Minho came next, circling you like a slow orbit, his hand grazing the bare skin at the small of your back, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. Changbin’s presence was a weight at your side, solid and sure, his gaze pinning you in place more effectively than any hand could.

You were surrounded. Caged. Cherished.

You trembled — not in fear, but in anticipation so thick it tasted metallic on your tongue.

The first kiss was like a spark.

Soft.

Tentative. As if asking permission. But the second was deeper — demanding — and you surrendered without a fight. Hands slid over you, reverent and greedy at once. Mouths mapped the curve of your neck, the line of your collarbone, the sensitive hollow behind your ear. Clothes dissolved from your body, as natural and inevitable as the tide pulling sand from the shore. You were bared before them, every inch of your skin tingling under their worshipful touch. Chan’s mouth trailed down your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point with exquisite care. Minho’s fingers brushed the underside of your breast, teasing, while his gaze — hooded and dark — never left yours. Changbin pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your wrist, then your hipbone, then lower still, each touch branding you in ways you would never recover from.

They didn’t rush you. Didn’t overwhelm. They unfolded you.

Patiently.

Ruthlessly.

You gasped as strong hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, spreading you open to their hungry eyes. One of them — you couldn’t tell who anymore — pressed a slow, lazy kiss between your legs, and your body arched off the ground in a helpless, instinctive offering. Their mouths worked in concert — licking, kissing, tasting — until you were nothing but sound and light, trembling and begging in a language made only of moans and whispered names.

Fingers slid into you — slow, thick, unrelenting — while another mouth suckled at your clit with devastating precision. You cried out, sharp and broken, and were immediately soothed by soft kisses against your stomach, your breasts, your throat. They murmured to you — soft, low, unintelligible — but you understood the meaning instinctively.

Ours.

The orgasm built inside you like a living thing, clawing at your insides, desperate to be released. And when it came, it tore through you violently — your back arching, your fingers digging into strong shoulders, your cries echoing into the humid, heavy night. But the dream did not end.

Your body was passed from one set of arms to the next, each touch grounding you even as it ignited you all over again. Hands skimmed your thighs, thumbs brushing your nipples until they ached. Tongues traced lazy patterns across your skin, making you shiver, making you sob with want.

One of them — Minho, you thought — entered you with a slow, devastating roll of his hips, and your body welcomed him instinctively, slick and eager.

Another — Chan, maybe — kissed you deeply, swallowing your broken gasps, stroking your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

Changbin’s hand wrapped around your throat — not tight, just enough to make you feel his strength, his control — as he whispered filth and praise into your ear.

You lost yourself in them completely. In the rhythm.

The heat.

The sounds of skin against skin, gasps and growls, the wet slap of bodies colliding in frantic, desperate need. You came again, each orgasm crashing into you with almost painful intensity, leaving you shaking, crying, begging for more.

And they gave it.

When you could no longer move, they moved for you — lifting you, adjusting you, guiding you until you were lying boneless and sated among them, their bodies still tangled with yours, their skin damp against your own.

Someone — Chan, you thought — kissed your temple. Another — Minho, maybe — pressed a hand low against your abdomen, as if claiming you even now. Changbin’s hand traced lazy circles along your thigh, grounding you to this impossible, perfect moment.

The world began to blur again, softening at the edges, the sensations dissolving into light and warmth. You floated, weightless once more, their names echoing through your mind like a promise.

Yours.

Forever.

The world peeled away in slow, trembling layers.

You surfaced from sleep with a soft, broken gasp, your body shivering beneath the thin blanket thrown haphazardly over you. The living room was dark now, save for the faint, flickering glow of the television screen, its muted light casting restless shadows along the walls.

For a moment, you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Your heart hammered violently against your ribs, so loud you were almost sure it could be heard beyond the four walls of your apartment. Your skin was flushed and oversensitive, every inch of you tingling with phantom touches that no longer existed. You lay there, dazed, the remnants of the dream still thick and cloying in your mind.

Fragments clung to you — the press of strong hands, the scrape of teeth against your throat, the low, reverent growls against your skin. Heat pooled low in your belly, vivid and humiliatingly real. You squeezed your eyes shut, as if the darkness behind your lids could somehow erase the memory. But it was useless.

The sensations were burned into you, stitched into the very fabric of your being, and they refused to be forgotten.

You shifted beneath the blanket, your thighs brushing together, and a soft, helpless whimper escaped your throat at the sudden rush of remembered pleasure.

Gods, what had that been?

A dream — just a dream — and yet it had felt more vivid, more real, than anything you had ever experienced awake. The faces floated before your mind’s eye — Chan, Minho, Changbin — their touches, their mouths, their bodies moving against yours in a rhythm older than time itself. Your inner wolf stirred sluggishly inside you, dragging herself up from the depths where she usually slept. She pressed against you, nuzzling insistently, her emotions raw and simple: longing, frustration, hunger.

You shook your head sharply, more to silence yourself than her, and forced your sluggish limbs into motion. The television’s faint buzz filled the heavy silence, a low drone that seemed impossibly loud in your heightened state.

You reached for the remote with a hand that trembled slightly, switching it off with a muted click. Darkness swallowed the room, thick and absolute. Only the faint silver of the moon, peeking through the half-closed curtains, offered any illumination now.

You sat there for a moment longer, staring blankly at the blackened screen, your body still humming with aftershocks you couldn’t will away.

Finally, with a soft, frustrated sigh, you pushed yourself upright. Your legs wobbled slightly as you stood, and you pressed a hand to the back of the couch to steady yourself. The cool wood against your palm grounded you somewhat, anchoring you to the present. It didn’t help nearly enough. Your skin still burned, still remembered — phantom hands still traced your body, mapping every secret place as if you belonged to them. You shuffled toward your bedroom, your steps slow and heavy, the quiet thud of your bare feet against the floor the only sound in the hush of the apartment. Your wolf whined softly inside you, rubbing against the edges of your mind, stubborn and restless.

You crossed the threshold into your bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp. Soft, golden light spilled across the room, gentle and forgiving.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror — flushed cheeks, tousled hair, eyes still wide and glassy with unshed emotion.

You barely recognized yourself.

You looked…Awakened. Marked.

Shaking your head again — more desperately this time — you peeled off your clothes with clumsy fingers. The fabric stuck to your overheated skin, and the cool kiss of the air against your bare body made you shudder.

You grabbed the nearest oversized shirt — one of your favorites, soft and worn — and pulled it over your head, the familiar scent of home doing little to soothe the ache lodged deep within you.

Still trembling slightly, you crawled into bed.

The sheets were cool against your flushed skin, and you buried yourself beneath them, curling onto your side with a soft, involuntary sigh. You closed your eyes tightly, willing sleep to take you again — but this time, gently, dreamlessly. But it wasn’t that easy.

Every time you drifted near the edges of unconsciousness, the dream resurfaced. The scrape of stubble against your thigh. The low, possessive growl of your name. The heavy, relentless press of bodies against yours.

Your wolf was relentless, tossing those images back at you like sparks from a fire, fanning the embers that still glowed too bright inside you.

You groaned quietly, pressing your face into your pillow. You weren’t naive. You understood what this meant. Bond dreams didn’t happen without reason. Not with this kind of intensity. Not with this kind of… inevitability. Your soul had recognized theirs. And part of you — the deep, feral part you usually kept locked away — had already decided.

They are ours.

The thought was terrifying. And exhilarating. And completely, utterly impossible to ignore.

You lay there, heart pounding, breath shallow, listening to the sound of your own racing pulse in the dark. You should have been angry. Confused. Scared. But mostly, you felt…

Empty.

Lonely.

Like something inside you had been touched — awakened — only to be left aching and hollow in its absence.

You curled tighter into yourself, pulling the blanket over your head like it could somehow shield you from your own mind.

Sleep came eventually, not as a peaceful embrace, but as a slow, grudging surrender. And even then, somewhere in the murky depths of your dreams, you could still feel them — warm, strong, waiting.

Calling you home.

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[pocketvenuslux]

Lvnea is a Canadian fragrance and cosmetics house founded by April Lea, who started off making soaps and small handmade botanical body care products. I've known about Lvnea for many years and must admit that it gave me the impression of basic essential oil blends with great branding, like a goth version of Saje. I finally got around to obtaining a few samples with the current push to support indie Canadian businesses and am happy to report my initial impression was quite off base.

I bought four oil perfume samples and three EDP samples. I was pleasantly surprized to discover that the oil samples smelled more like perfumes and have greater longevity than your typical all natural blends. I'll start off reviewing the oil samples and will cover the EDPs in a future post.

Pêche Obscène was a limited edition collaboration with the artist Chelsea Wolfe that was so popular, it was brought out of the archives and appears to be a part of the permanent collection now. This was the first sample I tried and I realized immediately that I had to set aside my prior comparison to Saje. Pêche Obscène is a fruity chypre through and through. I prefer my chypres to be very hard edged with aldehydes, but I found this gentler chypre to be quite beguiling with a generous heart of tart peaches and velvety osmanthus supported by jasmine. The fruitiness also plays well with the patchouli and oakmoss base, drying down beautifully. I love that this scent is one of the house's bestsellers because chypres are so often shunned as "grandma perfumes."

Saffron Rouge did not disappoint. Even though it's not in the notes, my immediately impression upon smelling this was of a lovely rose oud rather than a saffron rose. Opens with a lush, slightly jammy rose and a compelling suggestion of animalic warmth common to South East Asian ouds that's complimented by the heat of cinnamon. The notes say leather, but I'm reminded more of a live animal pelt or oud than leather. Rich and heady, this scent really does feel gothic and romantic.

Frost Flowers is an intriguing and creative floral. It's easily the most challenging of the four oils. I've never smelled anything quite like it. Pitting rich white florals against tart black currants and black current leaves with a slightly pissy edge makes for a fascinating contrast that structures the scent even as the initial sharpness fades on the skin into a fragrant musk. The notes may remind you of L'Artisan Parfumeur's Mûre et Musc but I can assure you Frost Flowers is quite different. If it sounds of interest, stock up now as it is being discontinued!

Spirituum opens with the distinct earthy, vegetal bite of galbanum that is well tempered by a slightly sweet, deep thrum of labdanum. This is perhaps the most "essential oil" like blend scent of the four oils but the lack of coniferous notes and a fresh, powdery oakmoss take it out of niche forest territory like Slumberhouse's Norne or Andrea Maack's Coven. Spirituum is green and earthy for sure, but also too soft to be that kind of photorealistic, landscape scent. Instead, it offers the dark, complex shading of a chypre.

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Coming this Friday, July 26th!

WHISTLEDOWN 2.0 soap

Scent: Flowering Dogwood. Described as a sweet floral blend of dogwood blossoms, violets, jasmine, and plumeria with an undertone of soft musk and sandalwood.

Ingredients: olive oil, rice bran oil, coconut oil, palm oil (RSPO), sodium hydroxide, almond oil, castor oil, sodium lactate, canola oil, fragrance, micas, and biodegradable glitter.

Size: Aprox. 4-5 oz (113-140g). Because our soaps are handmade and hand cut, they may vary slightly in weight from bar to bar.

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I think my aesthetic might be something along the lines of cottagecore and light academia with a tinge of Studio Ghibli and bits and pieces of chaotic academia. So this includes:

classical music blaring out of cheap speakers, homemade food served in reused takeout containers, half dying houseplants in everything but traditional flower pots, the fragrance of jasmine and mint, mirrors reflecting sunlight on to disorganised bookshelves with the most random collection of books, soups in glassware, gel pen doodles all over my notes, herbal teas in whiskey glasses, locally sourced incense sticks, handmade woolen blankets over commercially sold quilts, baking granola bars on a lazy sunday afternoon, adding chocolate to literally everything, mid day naps when the weather is cloudy yet humid, ribbon ties instead of stapler pins, making my own spice powders, scented oil lamps, being obsessed with cloves, sleeping on a bed full of pillows only to find over half of them on the floor next morning, missing alarms because closing my eyes for two more seconds won't make me fall asleep again, picking flowers and herbs from the garden, sleepy afternoons, careful skincare but with the most day to day products, eucalyptus oil, use and throw inhalers to deal with my anxiety because the smell of menthol calms me down, short nails and neutral manicure, smelling like flowers one day and like the sea the other, getting excited whenever I spot the moon, absolutely in awe and in love with the clouds because they're amazing and so creative, puppies, calligraphy using ball pens, homemade mocha latte using soya milk, my grandma's childhood earrings that I wear all the time, newspapers, organic vegetables sold by retired social workers, tote bags, reusable metal water bottles, hot showers and cold rinses, using my grandmother's favorite brand of soap because I love smelling like her, herbal hair oil, smelling like sandalwood, cooking pasta with the family, reading secondhand books, collecting fused light bulbs, pencil underlines, postcards, 1 am poetry, pop instrumentals and pensive journaling, benzene rings on page margins, berry flavoured cough syrup, baking bread, long walks, loud conversations, thrifting, e-books, chocolate wrappers hidden between dictionary pages, colourful periodic table prints, plushies, honey, fleece blankets, sleeping cats, signet ring, dried rose I'd bought for myself and carried around like a trophy travelling back home with it in the public bus, twinning perfumes coincidentally with my best friend, vintage looking brand new ink pen and expired ink, sticky notes with motivational quotes covering my wall, never buying perfumes and only using the ones I'm gifted, random words that remind me of niche incidents or memories written along the corners of my study material, pearl jewelry set that my dad gifted my mom but it's me who wears it now, combat boots bought at ¼th it's price at a discount clearance sale, all my jackets being bought from different countries by my dad and thus each serving as a token of memory, lipstick shades that match only extremely specific vibes and look off and odd at other times, cherry lip balm stick that I've used only twice, daily calendar sheets reused as a notepad, birthday candles from my 16th birthday sitting on my work table, the lingering smell of multiple beverages in my room because I seldom wash the cups I drank them from and now they're cluttered all over the room, hand me down luxury watches older than me, chipped nailpolish, reminders written down on tissue papers, bus tickets all over my bag, sugar-free chewing gum, deodorant that never washes off my clothes, wearing clothes purchased 5 years ago and getting compliments simply because it's not trendy but is unique, mini origami cranes, rose sprays, lychee scented sanitizer, baking bread at home on weekends, homemade hair masks, turning up late because i was busy enjoying life walking through the eucalyptus grove on the way to class, running to the station yet missing the train, all my everyday ornaments having a deeper meaning to me.

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Fragrance Oil by Aromaaz International—The Beacon of Fragrance Excellence

Rapidly evolving cosmetic, home decor, and wellness markets have encapsulated fragrance as their lifeline for its versatility and ability to elevate their product quality with exquisite aroma that will live with the user forever. This trade secret has made fragrance oil the central player of the beauty and wellness industry, as fragrance has the power to change dull to delightful and chaos to peace with just one sprinkle of flavorful scent. Whether it's the fragrance of sandalwood in your soap or the scent of lavender in your candles, it all lifts your mood with a never-ending ambiance. Aromaaz International stands tall among the flocks of fragrance oil manufacturers and suppliers in the global market as they lead the way with their unmatched purity and efficacy, with rare dedication and deep sincerity towards their global as well as local clientele, who trust their product authenticity undoubtedly.

What Are Fragrance Oils?

Fragrance oils are natural scents blended to create unforgettable and long-lasting fragrances. Unlike any other oil, fragrance oils may be a mix of essential oils, carrier oils, and aromatic chemicals. Their versatility and uniqueness make them widely used in:

Soaps and shampoos

Perfumes and body mists

Candles and wax melts

Skin lotions and creams

Room fresheners and diffusers

They are designed for a wide range of applications apart from spreading the good fragrance.

Applications

Fragrance oils are formulated with a purpose to serve a wide range of industries, including cosmetics, home care, aromatherapy, and perfumery. Below mentioned are some popular applications of fragrance oils:

1. Fragrance Oils for Soap Making

Soap producers, whether handmade or commercial, rely on high-quality fragrance oils to deliver long-lasting aroma in cold-pressed, melt-and-pour, or glycerin-based soaps. We offer fragrance oils for soap that are safe for topical use and are available in endless varieties—from florals to fruity & spicy to woody scents.

2. To make scented candles

The growing candle-making industry and DIY enthusiasts demand oils that can spread strong scents blended with captivating flavors. So our brand offers specially curated blends like vanilla musk, sandalwood amber, ocean breeze, etc., that are perfect for soy, beeswax, and paraffin candles.

3. Used In Perfumes

The brand is a leading fragrance oil supplier, delivering concentrated fragrance ideal for body perfumes and personal care products. Their fine fragrances are a sophisticated blend of numerous flowers that cater to global perfume brands.

4. In Domestic Products

From diffusers to room sprays, Aromaaz’s oils enhance the atmosphere with exquisite & refreshing aromas. Their fragrances last for a long time and enhance ambience.

5. Cosmetics and Skincare

Personal care brands are in love with the versatility of Aromaaz’s fragrance oils that are used in formulations like lotions, body butters, and scrubs. These oils are safe on skin and blend easily with various cosmetic ingredients.

Varieties Of Fragrance Oil

Aromaaz International’s fragrance oil collection is diverse and still growing with the aim of making a vast catalog. Some popular scent categories include:

Floral: Jasmine, rose, lavender

Woody: Oud, sandalwood, cedarwood

Fruity: Mango, strawberry

Fresh & Clean: Linen, ocean breeze, rain mist

These varieties help customers of different industries in picking the aroma that resembles their brand identity or personal taste.

Reasons to Choose Aromaaz for Businesses:

Being a fragrance oil wholesaler in India, Aromaaz International is the most favorable choice for small to large businesses across the globe. Here's why customers prefer working with them:

Flexible MOQs (Minimum Order Quantities)

Fast  Global Shipping

Private Labelling and OEM Services

Backed by numerous certifications

Personalized customer support and scent sampling

Their sustainable and consistent operations ensure smooth & timely delivery of fragrance oils in bulk quantities. Whether you’re planning to open a new wellness brand or expand a line of skincare products, you can search for our product as “fragrance oil near me” on Aromaaz’s official website.

Aromaaz International brings years of experience in creating the magical aroma of fragrance oil with organically sourced botanical parts rich in diverse fragrance.

Lab testing efficiency and constant innovative experiments ensure unique, original, & exquisite scents every season.

Conclusion:

In a competitive global market where finding authenticity and purity is rare, Aromaaz International emerges as a brand that values purity, creativity, and customer satisfaction with consistency, affordability, and customization. Their reputation as a top fragrance oil manufacturer in India is the result of years of dedication, technical expertise, and passion for aromatic & therapeutic excellence.

If you're looking for quality as well as quantity and transparency as well as affordability, then look no further than Aromaaz International.

Trust the Scent—Trust Aromaaz International

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Aai Planet Fragrance Oil: A Journey Through Aromatic Bliss

In today's world, scents have an extraordinary power to influence our emotions and create ambiance. Whether it’s the soft floral notes that bring a sense of calm or the invigorating aroma of citrus to awaken the senses, fragrance plays a significant role in enhancing our surroundings. One brand that has been gaining attention for its premium fragrance oils is Aai Planet, known for offering a diverse range of aromatic experiences. Aai Planet’s fragrance oils, such as Aqua, Blossom, Chocolate, Coffee Bean, Jasmine, Lavender, Lemon, and Lotus, provide a variety of options to suit any preference, making them perfect for creating bespoke scented candles, among other applications.

In this article, we will explore the versatility and appeal of Aai Planet’s fragrance oils, delving into their unique qualities, their role in scented candles, and how these oils can enhance your candle-making projects. We will also highlight the importance of selecting the right material for candle making to ensure a successful crafting experience.

What is Fragrance Oil?

Before diving into the individual aromas offered by Aai Planet, it’s essential to understand what fragrance oils are and how they work. Fragrance oil is a concentrated liquid form of fragrance used in various products, such as scented candles, soaps, diffusers, body lotions, and perfumes. Unlike essential oils, which are extracted from natural plant sources, fragrance oils are synthetic or a blend of natural and synthetic ingredients. This allows for a broader variety of scents, often not found in nature, while maintaining a long-lasting, powerful aroma.

Aai Planet Fragrance Oils stand out for their quality and potency. Whether you prefer the fresh, aquatic notes of Aqua or the warm, comforting scent of Chocolate, Aai Planet has crafted fragrances that cater to a wide range of preferences. These oils not only offer beautiful scents but also bring a sense of luxury and indulgence into your space.

Exploring the Aai Planet Fragrance Oils

Aai Planet has carefully curated a selection of fragrance oils that can elevate any environment. Let's take a closer look at the characteristics of each of these scents:

Aqua

The Aqua fragrance oil is perfect for those who enjoy fresh, clean, and crisp aromas. This scent mimics the essence of the ocean breeze, offering a refreshing burst of clean water and light floral notes. Ideal for those looking to bring a sense of tranquility and freshness into their home or workspace, Aqua is a fantastic option for scented candles.

This fragrance works particularly well in larger spaces, such as living rooms or bathrooms, where it can fill the room with an uplifting, airy aroma. When used in material for candle making, Aqua fragrance oil adds a sense of purity and serenity to your handmade creations.

Blossom

The Blossom fragrance oil captures the delicate essence of blooming flowers, offering a sweet, romantic aroma that evokes images of spring gardens in full bloom. With notes of rose, peony, and lilac, this scent brings warmth and elegance to any space. It’s a wonderful choice for those who enjoy floral scents but with a more sophisticated and subtle profile.

When used in scented candles, Blossom fragrance oil can help create a warm, inviting atmosphere in bedrooms, living rooms, or event spaces. The gentle floral aroma promotes relaxation, making it a perfect companion for winding down after a long day.

Chocolate

For those with a sweet tooth, Chocolate fragrance oil is a decadent choice. This rich, warm scent mimics the comforting aroma of freshly baked chocolate treats or a cup of hot cocoa. It's an indulgent fragrance that envelops the room in a cozy, comforting embrace. Whether you want to create a cozy atmosphere on a chilly day or add a touch of sweetness to a romantic evening, Chocolate is the perfect choice.

In scented candles, this fragrance adds a sweet and inviting aroma that pairs beautifully with other warm scents like vanilla or coffee. When selecting the material for candle making, choosing a high-quality wax is essential to ensure the Chocolate fragrance oil’s rich scent is properly carried and diffused.

Coffee Bean

For coffee lovers, the Coffee Bean fragrance oil is an absolute must. This deep, robust scent captures the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, offering an invigorating and energizing atmosphere. It’s a perfect choice for morning routines or home offices where focus and alertness are key.

Using Coffee Bean fragrance oil in scented candles can bring a sense of warmth and productivity to a room. Pair it with materials like soy wax, which has a slow burn time, allowing the fragrance to last longer. This scent is ideal for places where you need a little pick-me-up, such as the kitchen, study, or living room.

Jasmine

Jasmine fragrance oil is widely known for its sweet, exotic, and romantic aroma. Often associated with luxury and elegance, this fragrance has the ability to create an air of sophistication in any room. The floral notes of jasmine blend beautifully with hints of tropical fruit, making it an excellent choice for a calming yet uplifting atmosphere.

When used in scented candles, Jasmine fragrance oil provides a smooth, soothing aroma that can help reduce stress and anxiety. It’s a great addition to bedrooms or relaxation spaces, offering a sweet escape into a peaceful sanctuary.

Lavender

One of the most popular and widely used fragrances, Lavender fragrance oil is beloved for its calming and soothing properties. Known for promoting relaxation and improving sleep quality, lavender is a versatile scent that pairs well with a variety of other fragrances, such as vanilla or chamomile.

In scented candles, Lavender fragrance oil can transform your space into a peaceful retreat. Whether used in the living room, bathroom, or bedroom, the calming qualities of lavender help to reduce stress and anxiety, creating a serene environment for rest and relaxation.

Lemon

For those who prefer bright, citrusy scents, Lemon fragrance oil is a fantastic option. This zesty, tangy scent is perfect for uplifting your mood and adding an energizing vibe to your space. Lemon fragrance oil has refreshing, clean notes that instantly make any room feel fresher and more vibrant.

Lemon fragrance oil works wonderfully in scented candles, especially when paired with complementary citrus oils like lime or grapefruit. It’s a great choice for kitchens or bathrooms, where you want to add a fresh burst of energy to the atmosphere.

Lotus

Lotus fragrance oil brings a sense of tranquility and peace to any environment. With its subtle floral notes, this fragrance is often associated with spiritual healing and relaxation. It’s a gentle, soothing scent that invokes feelings of serenity and calm, making it ideal for meditation or quiet reflection.

When incorporated into scented candles, Lotus fragrance oil helps create a calm, peaceful atmosphere perfect for unwinding after a stressful day. Its soft, ethereal scent can transform your living room or bedroom into a sanctuary of relaxation.

Aai Planet Fragrance Oils and Candle Making

One of the most popular applications for Aai Planet fragrance oils is in the creation of scented candles. Candle making is a creative and rewarding process, but it requires the right materials and tools to achieve the desired results. When it comes to selecting material for candle making, there are a few essential components to consider.

Wax Choices for Candle Making

The type of wax you choose plays a significant role in how well your fragrance will be carried throughout the room. Soy wax is a popular choice for its natural properties, slow burn time, and ability to hold fragrance well. It is also environmentally friendly and produces minimal soot, making it a great option for creating high-quality scented candles.

Other wax options include paraffin wax, which is inexpensive and has a strong fragrance throw, and beeswax, which is known for its clean burn and subtle honey aroma. Regardless of the wax type, ensuring that you use the appropriate wick size for your candle is essential to ensure a good burn and even distribution of fragrance.

Adding Fragrance Oil to Candles

The key to a great candle lies in the right proportion of fragrance oil to wax. The general rule of thumb is to use around 6-10% fragrance oil by weight in the wax. Aai Planet’s fragrance oils, such as Aqua, Blossom, and Chocolate, are highly concentrated, so a small amount goes a long way in filling your candle with rich, lasting aroma.

Experimenting with Blends

One of the most exciting aspects of material for candle making is the ability to experiment with different fragrance combinations. For instance, mixing Jasmine with Lavender creates a harmonious floral blend, while combining Lemon with Aqua offers a refreshing and uplifting scent. The possibilities are endless, and the process of blending different fragrances allows you to create personalized candles that reflect your unique taste.

Conclusion

Aai Planet’s fragrance oils, including Aqua, Blossom, Chocolate, Coffee Bean, Jasmine, Lavender, Lemon, and Lotus, offer a rich and diverse range of aromatic experiences that can elevate any space. Whether you’re crafting homemade scented candles or simply enhancing your environment, these oils provide the perfect way to introduce beautiful scents into your home. By selecting the right material for candle making and experimenting with fragrance combinations, you can create candles that offer both aesthetic beauty and a sensory delight. Let Aai Planet’s fragrance oils be your guide to a fragrant, aromatic journey that enriches your daily life.

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The Art of Thai Handmade Soap: A Natural Skincare Revolution

Thailand is known for its rich traditions, breathtaking landscapes, and deep-rooted wellness culture. Among its many treasures, Thai handmade soap has gained immense popularity for its natural ingredients, unique craftsmanship, and powerful skincare benefits. Whether you are looking for a gentle daily cleanser, an eco-friendly skincare product, or a luxurious spa-like experience at home, Thai handmade soap offers a perfect blend of nature and artistry.

In this article, we’ll explore what makes Thai handmade soap special, its benefits, the most popular types, and why it’s an essential addition to any skincare routine.

What is Thai Handmade Soap?

Thai handmade soap is crafted using traditional soap-making techniques, often incorporating locally sourced natural ingredients like coconut oil, rice milk, tamarind, turmeric, and herbal extracts. Unlike mass-produced soaps, Thai handmade soap is free from harsh chemicals, making it an excellent choice for individuals with sensitive skin or those who prefer natural skincare alternatives.

These artisanal soaps are often made through a cold-process or hot-process method, ensuring that the beneficial properties of the ingredients remain intact. Many Thai artisans create small-batch soaps, allowing them to customize formulations and enhance the quality of each bar.

Why Choose Thai Handmade Soap?

Handmade soap from Thailand offers numerous benefits that set it apart from commercial soaps:

Chemical-Free Formulations – Free from synthetic detergents, parabens, and sulfates.

Rich in Natural Oils – Ingredients like coconut oil and rice milk deeply hydrate the skin.

Infused with Thai Herbs – Natural extracts such as turmeric and kaffir lime offer anti-inflammatory and antibacterial benefits.

Eco-Friendly – Many Thai handmade soaps are packaged in biodegradable or recyclable materials.

Aromatherapy Benefits – Infused with essential oils like jasmine, lemongrass, and lavender for a relaxing experience.

Popular Types of Thai Handmade Soap

Thai handmade soaps come in a variety of formulations, each catering to different skin needs. Here are some of the most sought-after varieties:

1. Coconut Oil Soap

Coconut oil is widely used in Thai soap-making due to its deep moisturizing and antibacterial properties. It helps retain skin hydration, making it an excellent choice for dry and sensitive skin.

2. Rice Milk Soap

Rice milk is known for its brightening and hydrating properties. It gently exfoliates, leaving the skin soft and radiant. Thai rice milk soap is particularly effective in reducing dark spots and evening out skin tone.

3. Turmeric Soap

Turmeric has been used in Thai beauty rituals for centuries. Its anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties help reduce acne, soothe irritated skin, and enhance the skin’s natural glow.

4. Tamarind Soap

Tamarind is a natural exfoliant rich in alpha-hydroxy acids (AHA). It helps remove dead skin cells, brighten the complexion, and promote smoother skin texture.

5. Mangosteen Soap

Mangosteen extract is a powerful antioxidant that helps protect the skin from environmental damage, reducing the signs of aging and promoting a youthful glow.

6. Herbal Thai Spa Soap

Infused with traditional Thai herbs like lemongrass, pandan leaves, and galangal, this soap provides a detoxifying and refreshing effect, making it perfect for a rejuvenating shower experience.

Benefits of Using Thai Handmade Soap

Gentle & Natural Cleansing – Cleanses the skin without stripping natural oils.

Deep Hydration – Retains moisture and prevents dryness.

Soothes Irritation – Ideal for individuals with eczema, acne, or sensitive skin.

Brightening & Anti-Aging – Helps reduce blemishes, dark spots, and fine lines.

Eco-Friendly & Sustainable – Handmade soap often comes with biodegradable packaging.

Aromatherapy Effects – Infused with natural essential oils for relaxation and stress relief.

How to Incorporate Thai Handmade Soap into Your Skincare Routine

Using Thai handmade soap is simple, but choosing the right one for your skin type can enhance your skincare routine:

For Dry Skin – Opt for coconut oil or rice milk soap for deep hydration.

For Oily or Acne-Prone Skin – Turmeric or mangosteen soap helps control oil and prevent breakouts.

For Dull Skin – Tamarind soap acts as a natural exfoliant to brighten the complexion.

For Anti-Aging Benefits – Herbal Thai spa soap or mangosteen soap provides antioxidant protection.

Where to Buy Authentic Thai Handmade Soap

Thai handmade soaps are available in local markets, specialty beauty shops, and online stores. If you’re visiting Thailand, look for them in:

Floating Markets – Popular destinations for authentic handmade skincare products.

Night Markets – Offer a variety of handmade and organic soaps from local artisans.

Wellness Shops – Many Thai spas and wellness brands sell their handmade soap collections.

Online Stores – Many Thai brands ship internationally, making it easy to access these natural skincare gems worldwide.

Why Thai Handmade Soap is Gaining Popularity Worldwide

With a growing preference for organic and sustainable skincare, more people are turning to Thai handmade soap for its chemical-free, eco-friendly, and nourishing properties. The demand for artisan skincare products is increasing as consumers become more aware of the harmful effects of synthetic chemicals in commercial soaps.

Thai handmade soap offers a luxurious yet affordable skincare solution that aligns with the global trend of using natural, cruelty-free, and handmade beauty products.

Final Thoughts

Thai handmade soap is more than just a skincare product – it is an artisanal craft that embodies Thailand’s rich traditions and natural resources. Whether you’re seeking a gentle cleanser, an anti-aging solution, or an aromatherapy-infused soap, Thai handmade soap has something for everyone.

With its natural ingredients, sustainable packaging, and handcrafted quality, it is no surprise that Thai handmade soap is becoming a favorite among skincare enthusiasts worldwide. Experience the benefits of Thai handmade soap and embrace the beauty of nature-infused skincare today!

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FIKA Soaps – Artisan, Vegan & Natural Soap Bars for Men & Women

In a world where skincare products are often filled with artificial chemicals and harsh ingredients, FIKA Soaps offers a refreshing alternative—artisan, Best Natural & Organic Handmade Soaps Wholesale vegan, and natural soap bars that nourish your skin while promoting sustainability. Whether you’re looking for a soothing lavender bar, an invigorating citrus blend, or a deep-cleansing charcoal soap, FIKA Soaps has something for everyone.

Why Choose FIKA Soaps?

FIKA Soaps is committed to crafting high-quality, handmade soaps using natural and organic ingredients. Unlike mass-produced soaps that strip the skin of essential moisture, FIKA’s bars are formulated with skin-loving oils, rich butters, and pure essential oils. Each bar is free from synthetic fragrances, sulfates, and parabens, making them ideal for sensitive skin.

Additionally, FIKA Soaps embraces eco-friendly and cruelty-free practices. Every soap is 100% vegan and made without animal-derived ingredients or testing. With sustainability at the heart of its mission, the brand also ensures minimal packaging to reduce environmental waste.

Handcrafted for Every Skin Type

No two skin types are the same, which is why FIKA Soaps offers a diverse range of natural soap bars tailored to different needs:

For Dry Skin – Try a nourishing shea butter and oatmeal soap to lock in moisture and soothe irritation.

For Oily or Acne-Prone Skin – Activated charcoal and tea tree oil bars help cleanse pores and control breakouts.

For Sensitive Skin – A gentle goat’s milk alternative or chamomile-infused soap provides calming relief.

For an Energizing Boost – Citrus-infused bars like lemon or grapefruit offer a refreshing and awakening experience.

The Benefits of Essential Oils in Soap

Essential oils are a key component of FIKA Soaps, providing both therapeutic benefits and natural fragrances. Lavender essential oil promotes relaxation, eucalyptus clears the senses, and peppermint revitalizes tired skin. Unlike synthetic scents, these plant-derived oils offer holistic benefits for both body and mind.

Perfect for Men & Women

FIKA Soaps caters to both men and women with a variety of scents and formulations. Whether you prefer the rugged scent of cedarwood and patchouli or the delicate floral aroma of rose and jasmine, there is a soap for every preference. The moisturizing formula ensures that all skin types stay hydrated and healthy.

Wholesale & Gift Options

In addition to individual bars, FIKA Soaps offers wholesale options for businesses, spas, and boutiques looking to stock natural, artisan soaps. The brand also provides beautifully packaged gift sets, making them the perfect present for birthdays, holidays, or self-care indulgences.

Experience the FIKA Difference

Switching to natural, vegan, and artisan soaps is a simple way to enhance your skincare routine while supporting sustainable and ethical practices. FIKA Soaps brings the best of nature into every bar, ensuring a luxurious, eco-friendly, and skin-friendly cleansing experience.

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Death of Kore, frosted soap bar.

Scent: Persephone's Kiss.  Described as Mandarin orange, melon, blackberry, and violet leaf! Feel the freshness of its middle notes of lavender, jasmine, lily-of-the-valley, and nectarine, before reaching the dreamy base of honey, oak, and musk.

Ingredients: olive oil, coconut oil, palm oil (RSPO), sodium hydroxide, almond oil, castor oil, canola oil, sodium lactate, fragrance, micas, kaolin clay, and biodegradable glitter.

Size: Aprox. 6-7 oz (170-198g).  Because our soaps are handmade and hand cut, they may vary slightly in weight from bar to bar.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VintageBitch Gifts - Strawberry Champagne Organic Oatmeal Soap - (Hot Pink).