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[bellaso-bomb]

[memoiremunson]

Saccharine Mornings - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie admires your process getting ready.

A/N: I know it's been a while but life has been crazy (in a good way!) and today I just felt inspired to finally write this idea that i've had floating around! Also, I felt this wasn't my best work so i might update it later but for now, c'est la vie! As always, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 581

Warnings: nudity, kissing, fluff

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The morning had been crisp when Eddie first felt his consciousness work to alert his sore, tired limbs. He became acutely aware of the dark ringlets tickling his cheeks.

Groaning, his hand felt for a hair tie, rummaging through the wrinkled sheets as his eyes closed in desperation to gain as much sleep as possible. Finding one of yours, as yours always had a metal band rather than just elastic, he smiled lazily.

Sitting up, the sheets pooled in his lap, soft and warm from the heat garnered by your nude bodies. He slowly gathered his ruly curls into a low bun. Eddie finally broke his eyes open.

The golden sunlight had managed to crack through the curtains. Eddie let out a happy sigh as this was probably one of his favorite times of the day. He could hear the shower head running and gradually creaking to an end, signaling you had finished your morning shower.

Eddie waited patiently in bed, much more awake now that he was about to watch you get ready. Eddie simply loved watching you pamper and ready yourself for the day ahead. It was something that was both intimate and domestic in its nature.

He could never pinpoint how he came to love this act of normalcy but in his eyes, you were the epitome of beauty. He always felt that your beauty was a clear glass reflection of how beautiful your soul is.

Breaking his stream of thoughts about you, you walked out in a towel. A smile spread across your face as you met his honey-brown eyes.

You could still see the blanket of sleep over him but his eyes still lit ablaze every time you met them. You scanned his frame, how the sunlight seemed to kiss his chest, highlighting his various tattoos. You loved Eddie like this. Relaxed, hair fluffy and wild, and absolutely love-smitten.

Soft “good morning’s” are exchanged but kept quiet to not interrupt the tranquility of the moment. You immediately went to do your after-shower routine. Dropping your towel, you poured lotion onto your palms, warming them up before lathering your skin.

Eddie watched and basked in the glory of your womanly form. He drank in the way you so delicately rubbed the sweet-smelling cream into your skin, massaging it in with expertise.

He sometimes asked if he could do it for you but today was not one of those days, today he simply wanted to admire.

The room is quiet as the only sounds are of you rustling around putting on various products and Eddie’s light breathing. His eyes glaze over as you finish putting your lipstick on.

Finished with your routine, you make your way over to his side of the bed before planting a kiss on his full lips. He drinks in the soft moan you let out as he pulls you in tighter from your neck. You break the kiss, happy that the lipstick’s promise of being smudge-proof proved true.

“I’ll see you after work, yeah?” You ask. Voice low and eyes desperately lost in the depths of Eddie’s doe eyes.

“Of course, baby. I’ll be there to pick you up like always.” He smirks. His thumb brushing your cheek ever so lightly.

Blushing, you finally make your way out of the room towards the front door, leaving for work.

Eddie runs his fingers over his lips with the gentlest touch where your saccharine lips once were. He wonders how he got ever so lucky.

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

[agustdiv1ne]

soft thoughts~ everyone knows my lil obsession with kai’s hair. it looks so soft and fluffy and when it’s a bit curly whirly…i’m done for. SO let’s get into it huh-

waking up in the morning to him close to u so you shift, making him move a bit in his sleep so he’s laying his head on ur chest, arm draped over ur waist while you twist and twirl and play w his hair, giving him lil kisses every now and then.

watching him play piano and some of his hair falls over his eyes/nose so he tries to scrunch his nose to get it out of the way. or blows out of the side of his mouth to move it </3 honestly that one shattered my soul he’s the loml

kissing him for the first time, hands running up his back, grabbing some of the hair at the nape of his neck to softly tug as u deepen it and u swear you fell in love with him right there.

*very very slightly suggestive* he comes home after a show and he’s way too tired but u need him to take a shower before getting in bed (he’s been outside lmao) so u brush his hair for him as he lays on ur shoulder, then wash his hair for him in the shower. head laying on ur shoulder, eyes closed, lil hums against you.

running ur fingers through his hair whenever he gets insecure. and kissing his nose, telling him over and over how pretty and beautiful and perfect he is.

i need him lmao

hp u are so real for this.

FLUFFY HAIRED KAI SUPREMACY!! he's actually so adorable i love him sm :(((

kai would for sure catch on to how much you love playing with his hair and would use it to his advantage (bc he not-so-secretly loves when you play with his hair) <3 you're sitting on the couch? he's shoving his head into your lap and waiting for his little hair scritches. sometimes you won't do them just to tease him, and during those times he'll whine, grab your hand, and place it in his hair. "play with my hair, please?" he'll whine, and who are you to say no? let your fingers run through his hair and he'll be the happiest baby ever ^^

it's just...so very intimate to him. he absolutely adores you and he feels like this sort of touch brings you closer, in a way. it doesn't just end with you playing with his hair either, no. when you shower together, he'll let you gently lather shampoo on his scalp, massaging away any tension that has gathered there. he'll let you style his hair, using products that bring out the waves in his hair that make it oh so fluffy, just how you love it. he'll let you tug at the strands as you kiss, his hands bringing you impossibly closer to him as he basks in the feeling of his lips against yours and your chest pressed against his

in conclusion, if you're obsessed with his hair, then he's just as obsessed with your fingers carding through it <33

[baskandlatherco]

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[rommahh]

Wash Day

Pairing: BuckyBarnesxBlack!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

{Heres my submission for the POC Readers of Color Challenge made by @uncafeavecbarnes and @happygowriting. I knew I wanted to participate in this challenge from the second I saw it. I based this one shot heavily off of my own experiences as a black girl with kinky, curly hair. I hope y'all enjoy it. Much love, R.}

You and Bucky's shared room smelled of the shea butter lotion you lathered onto your skin after your shower hours ago. You sat on the love seat in the corner of the room. Your lap was covered by a blanket and a dry towel sitting just on top of that. On your left sat your favorite deep conditioner and spray bottle. On your right sat a vat of setting gel and scalp oil.

Your fingers were sore from the detangling of your coarse hair but you knew that a few days from now you would be basking in how good your hair looked. Twists outs were hit or miss with your hair but you've seemed to master your routine.

Your laptop sat in front of you on the coffee table, playing a calming video of someone decorating a new bullet journal. Bucky had left this morning right before you got in the shower. He cheekily was able to check out your nude form before leaving out the door. Even though you started your hair hours ago, you still weren't done.

Your hair is a process. From the washing to the detangling to the styling- it was an all day excursion. You remember a time when you were younger where you used to hate your hair. You were the only little black girl in your class with an afro whereas your white peers had nice straight hair. You used to be jealous of how they could easily play with each other's hair and how they could share their experiences on the playground by braiding each other's hair.

As you grew older, you watched more black girls learn to love their natural hair. You were finally able to share experiences with other girls. You could talk about how painful your braids were and how long it took to put the beads in. You could talk about your favorite smelling hair products and how your favorite hair shop on the corner of the street was having a sale.

You grew to love your hair. You love learning new things about your hair like its porosity and what products are absorbed quickly in your hair. You loved trying new protective styles like butterfly locs, bantu knots, and passion twists. Your hair made you feel good.

You finish off a row of mini twists when the door opens showing your boyfriend and all of his sweaty glory. His shirt stuck to him with sweat signifying that he had just got back from training with Sam at the compound. You couldn't help but check out his thick thighs as he bent down to untie his shoes.

He walked over to you, leaning over your body to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Are you still doing your hair?” His question made you roll your eyes, a small laugh leaving your lips. He looked to the bed contemplating sitting on it but he remembered your rules of no outside clothes on the bed. He sat down on the floor in front of you caressing your knees that stuck out from where you were sitting on the couch ‘criss-cross applesauce’.

“Bucky we’ve been together for too long for you not to know that wash day is an all day excursion.” You replied lowering your hands to your towel to wipe them off. Bucky laughed at your comment.

“My bad baby, I should know better.” With your newly wiped off hand you grabbed his non-metal hand giving it a squeeze. “I love your hair, so pretty.” He says quietly.

You feel your face warm up at his comment. Even though it was a small comment, it meant so much to you. You didn't need your white boyfriend's validation but that doesn't mean it doesn't sometimes feel good. He was invested in your natural hair journey. Following all of your favorite natural hair gurus on instagram and purchasing newly released products for you to try out. He hyped you up every time you did something new with your hair while also making sure you felt loved even when it wasn't done and you were overdue for a wash.

“I missed you this morning. You didn't give me any time to give you my morning cuddles.” You pouted at him.

“I know, I know and I'm sorry. Mr. Captain America just wanted to train with me this morning and talk to me about an upcoming mission. We trained with the shield a little bit.” He stood from where he was sat to stand and stretch.

“Fine, I guess my soldier has to stay on top of training and looking all hot and buff and stuff.” You joked. He lifted his shirt showing off a peak of his abs while wiggling his hips and eyebrows. You hollered at him as he did his little dancy dance.

“I'm going to take a shower.” You hummed in response, your hands returning to your hair. Bucky stripped outside of the bathroom, you admired his little butt on the way into the bathroom.

You started a new row of hair, your rat tail comb brushing your scalp to part your hairs from each other. You parted that hair into even smaller sections. Grabbing a smaller section you sprayed it with water, waiting a second to allow the hair to absorb the water. Next you went in with the deep conditioner, lathering it through the piece. You felt your hair drink up the conditioner, softening under the touch. To lock in the curls that had formed from the conditioner, you applied a good amount of gel. Once those things settled in your hair, you formed two strands, twisting them around each other.

By the time you finished off your twists, Bucky had exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. You stood from the couch, your body stretching dramatically from sitting for so many hours. Bucky dropped the towel before pulling on a pair of sweats.

“You freeballing it? Risky.” You questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I know you like easy access.” He mutters hanging up his towel. Y/N cleans up her area, putting her hair stuff next to her laptop.

“Ew James.” You scold. He turns to look at you with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Before he could say anything, you launched yourself at him. Your arms wound around his shoulders, legs wrapped around his strong waist. He grunted, grabbing your legs, borderline gripping a handful of butt.

“Woah, sweetheart.”

“I didn't get to give my baby his morning cuddle.” You coddle giggling at his unimpressed face. You place a smattering of kisses over his face enjoying the way his face heats with warmth. You finally land a kiss on his lips, humming with contentment.

[drxwsyni]

Red Filter︱Yandere Villain!Deku x f!Reader

Synopsis: Cameras can be made so small nowadays. Perfect for a villain’s viewing pleasure, looking upon the star of the show―you.

Anonymous asked “Can I request Yandere Deku (villain or not you decide) where he's bugged his darling's home and is watching them shower/have a bath?”

a/n: I made this a 2 in 1 submission for the @bnhabookclub​’s Celebrating Deku event, as well as the Hero Camp Bingo event!

Bingo Masterlist

Prompts:

Celebrating Deku - villain AU

Hero Camp Bingo - caught masterbating

Warnings: smut, non-consensual recording, mentions of knives and blood, yan. themes

3.1k words

Deku didn’t need the knife―a thin butterfly model that was skillfully twirling between his fingers. Flipping back and forth, back and forth. It was a passtime of sorts, a distraction, rather than his go to weapon while on the job.

But for others, the blade was sometimes more threatening than the force of his quirk. So in a way, it did have its uses.

Dried blood was a nuisance though, clinging to the reflective metal and taking away from the entrancing glint as it caught the light. He reached for a handkerchief laying haphazardly on the large mahogany desk in front of him. Halfway through the motion, Deku paused.

The show was about to begin.

An artificial glow emitted from the laptop screen atop the desk, lighting up the features of his face. A live feed played on the screen.

There you were, looking absolutely stunning even clad in your retail work uniform. What he wouldn’t give to take his knife and rip the material from your body, exposing what he was so patiently waiting to see.

But such patience would always be rewarded, a fact he was very familiar with.

Deku’s eyes stayed focused on the display, tracking your motions with intent. He knew every single action you would take, right down to the last detail. You padded into the bathroom, making him shift the feed so the microscopic camera in there was full screened.

Expectedly, you began your routine, and he mentally checked off each task as you moved.

You took off your watch, unclasping any jewelry and placing it on the counter. A makeup wipe was pulled from a sealed package, and you gently removed the product from your face.

Deku’s gaze was practically glossed over as he took in the sight of you. He mumbled to himself, “Should be...skincare next?”

A bottle of facial cleanser was taken from the shelf next to you. Meticulously, you washed off any lingering residue from the makeup remover, and the dirt that had settled into your pores throughout the day. Next was the application of various creams and moisturizers. Deku knew each and every product you used off by heart, and the order in which you went through them every night.

Face thoroughly tended to, the next step in your routine was to be completed. But you gave pause, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Deku smiled at the change in attitude from you, “...And you left your robe in the bedroom this morning. Always the forgetful one.”

You pushed aside the towels hanging off the back of the washroom door, to no avail.

Once again, he used the concealed cameras throughout your apartment to follow you into the bedroom. And there was your robe, which you swiftly grabbed off the back of a chair and returned to your previous position. Now slinging the soft covering over a free hook, you settled onto the edge of the bathtub.

The feed continued to grant Deku access to all of your time spent healing from a long day. Like watching the same movie over and over again, but never failing to entertain him greatly.

You put the plug into the drain at the base of the tub, turning the knobs and letting hot water begin to flood the bottom of it. Still sitting on the edge, you began to wait for the water to rise to that consistent high amount that he’d observed plenty of times before.

But of course, he ran into a brief problem.

Phone out, you were tapping away at the screen. From where the camera was angled, Deku was unable to see exactly what you were doing.

It was a good thing he always made sure to have a plan B, all the way through Z.

A desktop monitor was powered up with the click of a button. Deku pulled up a few windows, a look of satisfaction forming across his face. An additional display showed the active screen of your phone, which he’d also taken the time to bug.

You’d opened the social media page of one of your friends.

Deku’s jaw tightened.

The guy was the arrogant type―techie and too confident in his sub-par abilities. He hated him, but you loved him. In a friendship sense, he hoped.

He was invited over to help you install a security system in your apartment a few months ago. You caught on to the few items that had unceremoniously gone missing. Not that Deku was trying to keep his actions entirely unbeknownst to you.

Really, he simply couldn’t help himself. You just looked so adorable with that worried little face of yours.

And so Deku could forgive you for putting up those useless defences. But naturally, he couldn’t forgive this ‘friend’ who helped you set them up.

His grip on the butterfly knife tightened.

The bath was filled to a standard you deemed acceptable. You reached across to stop the stream, taking a stand when the water stopped falling.

Now for the main act.

With tiredly sluggish motions, you began stripping out of your work uniform. First your top, then jeans. Your hands gripped the clasp at the back of your bra, undoing it and dropping the undergarment onto the pile of discarded clothing on the floor below you. And slowly, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them pool at your feet before stepping out of those completely as well.

Deku’s heart clenched slightly at the exhausted expression on your face. He would be more than happy to help you relax if he was there.

You stretched your arms a bit, then grabbed an elastic to pin your hair atop your head. The action gave Deku a mouth watering view of all your curves that were clearly on display. So plush and grabbable―his hands itched at the thought of holding you in place.

He continued watching with bated breath as you finally stepped into the steaming water. A look of pure euphoria enveloped your face as you sunk into it, submerging your body as a breathy sigh escaped your lips.

As the tensions slowly left your being, Deku leant back into the leather chair he was seated in. His eyes trailed up and down your bare form, the feeling of his pants tightening at the delectable sight not going unnoticed. A sheen of water clung to your skin, highlighting your figure in all the right places.

This was by far his favorite part of the day. If he could afford the time when he wasn’t ruthlessly hunting down heroes who were so foolish enough to get in his way, loyally accompanied by his lackeys, he would gratefully pull up a live feed and bask in the view you unknowingly gave him. It was therapeutic―watching you unwind having similarly soothing effects on him.

And so he paid close attention as your hands travelled delicately over your body, lathering the lush skin up in soap. You paused a few times, using the slipperiness the product provided to massage certain tense muscles. Those in your biceps, kneading the soft flesh of your thighs, working the tension out of your calves.

Deku thought to himself―did you know he was watching? Putting on such an entrancing show like that, how could he not grow a little antsy at the sight of you?

You were just so perfect for him. The way you spoke, your personality, your figure. You shouldn’t have to take care of yourself with no help. He had servants who could do that for you, or even better, Deku could tend to your aches and pains personally. And there were more ways than just your methods of massaging to get you to relax, how he would love to show you.

Maybe if you were just a little more observant, you’d find the already impressive presence he had in your life. If you did, the two of you would finally be able to move onto the fun part.

Deku’s wandering thoughts halt as you place the bar of soap down, slowly washing the residual suds off your body.

You leant against the wall of the porcelain tub, sighing deeply and throwing your head back.

Well, this was new.

The look on your face, it seemed...irritated.

Your expression was relatively blank, but the pursed lips and light drumming of your finger on the edge of the tub gave you away.

And what could be going on in that mind of yours now?

Coming out of this brief meditative state, your eyes shot open. Deku followed where they landed.

The showerhead.

It was fixed next to the handles of the main tap, and your gaze remained on it―conflicted and contemplative. And then you moved.

A smirk crept across Deku’s face.

Your hands reached for the showerhead, pulling it from its situated spot. You turned the handles, changing the water flow so it went through the device in your hand rather than the main spout. Moving back, you leaned once again against the tub. Fingers fiddled with the controls, the stream setting shifting to a force that was steady and direct, but gentle enough that he assumed was the right amount so as not to make you too sensitive.

He could make you feel better than a showerhead. No―he would.

You dipped the device below the water, parting your legs to accommodate for its size. The flow came into contact with your needy core, and it sent your face scrunching up at the sensation.

He ate up the sight of you getting yourself off, resting his head against a hand propped up on the arm of his chair. It was a satisfying feeling―knowing how naive you were to his onlooking, and seeing you so intimately. Unfortunately, the rippling of the water distorted his view. With your hips bucking and the stream of water interrupting the once stillness of the surface, Deku grew mildly annoyed.

So of course, he noted that soon enough he would need to make up for the occurrence. And he would take his sweet, sweet time with you, to make sure nothing could hide you from his view.

You writhed against the flow of the showerhead, angling it back and forth over your clit. Sometimes you’d let it drop just a little lower, before growing impatient and returning to the previous ministrations. The forcefulness against your sensitive bud had your nerves firing off with hot sensations. Deku could tell you were getting close―the way you squirmed in the water growing more intense.

Desperately, your hips rutted against the impactful force. And yet, when you did slump back down, it wasn’t because you finally found release.

You huffed in frustration, teetering on the brink of orgasm, yet failing to push yourself over. A crease formed between your brows as your eyes shut tightly closed.

Aw, the poor thing, Deku thought amusedly to himself.

The villain chuckled slightly in a somewhat sadistic manner at your semi-pout, his head tilting as he continued to observe you unable to seek release. Your helpless need to cum had his cock throbbing, but he held himself back from tending to his own needs. After all, there’d be more than enough time to take care of not just his own pent up desires, but that of yours as well―after he tied up a few loose ends, of course.

Still unsatisfied, you upped the intensity of the showerhead’s stream.

You threw your head back in a silent scream, taking the sheer intensity as it came. Your chest was heaving, legs shaking as the heat pooling in your stomach grew. In a final effort, your hand dipped underneath the surface of the warm water. Two fingers spread apart your folds, exposing the most sensitive part of your heat. The sounds of your quiet whimpers spilled out of the laptop’s speakers, it sounding like music to his ears.

And then the hand flew over your mouth as you finally convulsed in while hot pleasure, riding out the waves of your orgasm. Even then, Deku could still hear the moan that escaped your lips as you succumbed to the pressure hitting your cunt.

He noted your attempts to stifle the noise. Cute, trying to keep your neighbours from hearing. That’s fine, he’s the only one who should know what you’re doing anyways.

Deku didn’t even realize the thin and nearly unnoticeable layer of sweat that’d developed against his forehead, disregarding it as he watched you come down from your high and weakly returning the showerhead to its stand.

That must’ve done the trick, you finally looking completely and utterly blissed out as you slumped back into the cooling water. Your eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment he feared that you would fall asleep amongst the sheer exhaustion your orgasm put you through. It would only mean he would have to pay you a visit, pushing your inevitable meeting with him to a closer date.

Deku began to grow fond of that thought, until the shrill noise of a text message notification rang from your phone.

Your head lifted, seeing that the device was laying on the counter, completely out of reach. You sighed in defeat, being unable to leave the message unread. The drain was unplugged, and the sound of the water escaping the tub came through the speakers of Deku’s laptop.

With lazily slow movements, you clambered out of the bathtub. He observed your legs still shaking, making you look like a fawn ready to collapse under its own weight. A small bubble of frustration grew inside of him as you pulled on the robe, obstructing his vision from your tantalizing body.

Your still dampened hands grasped your phone, unlocking it and peering at whatever notification had come through.

And so he acted similarly, pulling up the feed that your bugged device was showing him on the monitor. The messaging app was opened to that same worthless guy you chose to associate with for some ungodly reason, and who you’d questionably regarded on social media before bathing.

The text was short, but not sweet.

> you up?

It was late in the night, your work shift forcing you to change your sleep schedule to accommodate the routine. Deku would never make you conform to such an unhealthy lifestyle. Your little friend didn’t seem to care about you the way he did, only making his anger directed at the man grow. He leant forward, awaiting your response.

The feed showed you typing away, a few seconds later sending a disappointing response.

< Yeah, why?

Deku scoffed at how fast the guy replied, the debasing answer only making him seem even more pathetic in his mind.

> come over, i need u

The villain anticipated your reaction. You paced a few times in the small bathroom, stopping with a pensive face to grip the edge of the counter top. Taking a few moments to decide your next move, you laid the phone down atop the marbled surface.

Deku was excruciatingly aware of even the most minute changes in your behaviour. So he couldn’t help but pick up on the way your thighs pressed together, or how you chewed on your lower lip anxiously. The smirk that was plastered on his face for so long fell.

You picked up the phone.

He watched you type.

< On my way.

You didn’t hit send though, instead letting your finger linger over the button that would seal your fate. Judging by your actions, Deku could tell you were unsure of what to do.

If you couldn’t decide for yourself, he would do it for you.

With a few clicks on his monitor’s keyboard, Deku erased the man’s contact from your phone from where he sat, deleting the conversation you were having with him as well.

The amused look returned to his face, seeing your confused reaction. Realistically, it would’ve been safer for the both of you if he remained patient in his ways. Sooner or later, he would get you to come to him. Yet, the notion of these questionable connections you held didn’t really sit right with him.

Even if he got rid of the guy, which he would, there would be others. There are others, Deku has seen the way people look at you. Ways that warranted the most painful punishment he could inflict on them.

And so he resolved―he was done waiting. It was time for you to get to know him.

Deku picked up a burner phone, starting a conversation with your contact. His ring clad fingers danced across the small keyboard, sending the message with a triumphant feeling forming inside of him.

It was something he knew would get a good reaction out of you.

> Did that showerhead feel good?

He laughed a bit at the way your expression dropped, gaze falling upon the unknown ID showing up on the screen of your phone. You physically froze in place, and for a moment he felt a little bad for scaring you.

That concern quickly dissipated though, finding your fearful look absolutely adorable.

His phone buzzed in his hand.

< Who is this?

He shook his head at your questioning. All in due time, sweetheart.

> You look so cute, all scared and shaking like that.

He paused for a moment before sending another text. 

> Why don’t you make that face for me in person?

You stumbled back, knees colliding with the tub and forcing you to sit back on the edge. Through the live feed, Deku could see the not so subtle way your hands trembled as you gripped the phone.

His own device went off, and more than once.

< What does that mean?

Deku gave no response.

 < Please answer me.

You sure are cute when you plead like that.

< ...Who the hell are you?!

A devilish grin stretched across Deku’s face. With a press of a button on the desktop, one of his lackeys was entering his office. The man stood at attention, awaiting orders from his leader.

He spoke in an almost lazy tone, like the importance of the situation didn’t really mean all that much to him. When in reality, it meant the world to him―you meant the world to him. “Post half a dozen men outside her apartment complex. You know what to do if she tries for the cops.”

“Yes, sir. Anything else?”

Deku remained focused on you, still terrifyingly expecting a response that you’d never receive. At least not through text. He regarded the lackey without looking up, “I’m heading out for a bit. Just gotta take care of something. Don’t call me unless there’s an emergency.”

“Of course, good luck.” With that the underling exited the way he entered, letting the large and heavy wooden doors close with a thud behind him.

A final fleeting glance was spared to regard you over the live feed. He soaked up the way you still had your eyes trained on the screen. Your attention was all for him, and nobody else. Just the way it should be.

Nimble fingers shut the laptop closed. Amongst all the detailed information Deku had memorized about you, he engrained the documented history of your phone’s second most recent contact that was displayed on the monitor as well. He turned that off too, sucking in a deep breath of air, and exhaling with purpose.

He flipped the butterfly knife closed, calmly pocketing the weapon.

[brandonimhotep]

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Tell Me More

Summary: Zack wasn't expecting to run in to anyone else while on standby at Costa Del Sol. Certainly not anyone who would leave such a lasting impression on him. Written for Day 2 of the Cloti/Zerith Endless Summer Week. Prompt 'Summer Nights.' 

 A/N: Originally written for Day 2 of the Cloti/Zerith Endless Summer Week, only sharing now because I’m bad at Tumblr.

Ao3 / FF.net / Twitter

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Summer heat, boy and girl meet...

Zack's legs ached as he dipped down for another squat, the sun beating relentlessly against his shoulders.

He wasn't sure rep what he was up to; he had long since lost count; but that wasn't important. The burning in his thighs was a distraction, a way to pass the time.

After everything that happened with Angeal and Genesis, Zack had been put on standby, a mandatory sabbatical to Costa Del Sol, and couldn't take on any missions.

Shinra had made the order, claiming to have his wellbeing in mind, but they didn't seem to realise the mental strain it was putting him through.

He wanted to dive back into his work, to put all of this behind him. That way, he could preserve Angeal's memory and teachings, maybe even give him closure.

But the higher-ups remained firm in their decision.

They must have seen him as a liability.

Zack had tried reaching out to Cloud with his PHS, hoping to live vicariously through any action his friend saw, but there was only so much he could tell him about routine patrols and guard duty under the plate.

To Zack, having that contact was almost worse than being completely off the grid. Not enough to quell his loneliness but make him long for the close interaction all the more. To be in the same space as another person.

He wasn't completely alone. Members of the Turks would stop periodically to check up on him. But it wasn't the same.

Without Soldier duties to pass the time, Zack had resolved to focus on training.

If nothing else, the beach climate gave a flair to his routine drills. There was a tide for him to swim against, sand that was harder to run across, heat testing his endurance and mental strength.

Cissnei had found him in the middle of a workout on many occasions. Sighing and saying that he was supposed to be here for some R&R.

Zack could only scoff, wondering how he was supposed to relax when the Turks were breathing down his neck?

Yes, Costa Del Sol was beautiful. He had enjoyed the first few days being able to swim and bask in the sunlight.

But, being confined to Shinra's private section of the beach, the luxury started to wane. It felt like something he would appreciate a lot more with some company.

Beat, Zack slumped back against the sand, breaths carrying heavily from his throat.

His gaze lifted to the clear, endless sky above, having to raise his hand to shield his eyes from the sun's glare. It was a sight and sensation he was still, strangely unaccustomed to. An unobstructed blue, no steel plate stretching for miles.  

Throat thick with saliva, Zack turned onto his side, wondering if perhaps he had worn himself out enough to sleep off a few more hours. It would be a great way to pass the time. Not to mention, the rest would do him good.

Relaxing beneath the shade of a nearby palm tree, Zack focused on the flow of water in and out from the shore, on gathering the steady, calming pattern of his breathing, hoping to expel everything that had been weighing upon his mind.

Just as he had been about to drift off, his Mako-heightened senses narrowed in on the unmistakable pad of footsteps carrying across the beach. Zack's nose wrinkled, frustrated at the distraction.

At first, he turned on his side, stubbornly seeking out sleep. He figured it was one of the Turks, coming to check on him. That maybe they would leave him alone.

But, having grown familiar with the unique nuances of each Turks' movement, Zack realised these footsteps seemed different... lighter, a grace to the person's gait.

They were a woman's footsteps, but not Cissnei's; he would have recognised otherwise. Then... who?

Zack sat up, his snapping in the direction of the sound. This unfamiliar presence had caught his interest, the curiosity gnawing at him. He knew he wouldn't be able to nap now. Not that that bothered Zack, any shift in his routine was a welcome one.

Moving towards the beach carefully, with all the stealth of a Soldier First Class, Zack held his breath as if afraid his presence alone would make her vanish.

A light blue dress fluttered against her bare ankles. Wavy, brown hair tied into a braid, loose strands hanging around her neck. She was smoothing out a towel, humming tunelessly to herself.

Zack gazed on, transfixed. He wondered if, the heat and exertion from his workout had him hallucinating. Still in disbelief, he rubbed vigorously at his eyes, dark splotches bleeding into his vision.

Yet, she remained in his sight. Solid, real.

Not having seen another, regular person in what felt like days, Zack was overjoyed.

Starved for a conversation, he stumbled to his feet, muscles like jelly thanks to his earlier torture.

Retrieving his towel, Zack draped it over his shoulders. He grimaced, conscious that his workout had probably left him sweaty and gross. He took solace in hoping that the pump would at least accentuate his muscles.

Undeterred, Zack sauntered over, lips settling into a smile he knew could leave any girls' knees weak.

"Hey there." He greeted. "I wasn't expecting to see anyone else around here."

Zack's voice trailed off, his breath catching as he was swallowed by the vibrant green of her eyes, a sight not unlike the sunlight billowing off of the stretch of water before them. Pulling back, he took in the rest of her features, the curl of her bangs framing them.

His charm and bravado dissipating, heat pooled in Zack's cheeks as all the trace of the next words he had been hoping to form slipped from his tongue.

What was wrong with him? Was he... nervous?

No, he didn't get nervous around girls.

Zack was suddenly beginning to remember his earlier work out and how dry his throat had gotten. It was rare that he was lost for words.

Her eyes crinkled in amusement, but she did not answer. As if sensing his unease and reveling it, leaving him to stew in the awkward silence. Offering nothing more than the lift of a delicate brow, a sign as much that she was intrigued, listening.

Somehow, the fact that she had him rattled and was so effortlessly teasing him, only intrigued Zack more. There was something different about her.

"I- uh, that is to say..."

Panicking, Zack's eyes darted around, hoping something nearby could spur on the conversation. His eyes settled eventually on the bottle in her hands; the liquid she was lathering into her shoulder.

"Need a hand?"

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It was odd, though, not the first time Zack had found himself drawn so quickly and intensely to someone. He and Cloud had hit it off right away, but there was something about her.

Perhaps there was an urgency and excitement in knowing that they may never see each another again, understanding how brief their time together was.

Maybe it was a by-product of being in such a romantic, unfamiliar place or having been deprived meaningful human contact for so long, but everything between them seemed amplified; his head rushing at the slightest touch of her hand.

Perhaps he had become so stifled by routine that he was, almost defiantly, bucking against what was normal. Maybe that was why he had been so for forward with her. Even more so than usual. Eager to earn about and know as much about her as soon as possible.

Her name was Aerith and Zack was shocked to learn that, just like him, she was from Midgar.

With all the time he spent on missions and patrols, surely, they would have run into each other at some point. There was no way that Zack would have missed such a drop-dead beauty.

It made more sense when she explained that she lived in the Sector 5 slums with her mom and spent most of her time in the Church tending to the flowers there.

Soldier were usually topside and didn't go below the plate unless there was reason to. He thought about asking if she'd seen Cloud around before, but remembered he'd be wearing his helmet while on patrol, so it was probably a silly question.

Still, he was surprised to hear that flowers could grow in Midgar. They'd always been a rare sight in Midgar.

The more he learnt, the more hope Zack gained that there could be something between them. Whatever the reason, Zack didn't think of it as playful flirting, something not to be taken too seriously. He wanted to be closer to her.

Together, they walked across the shoreline, cooling their feet in the water. She lost her footing as a clump of sand give way, bumping accidentally against his arm.

With a teasing grin, Zack extended his hand for her to take. At first, she scoffed and turned her head, folded her arms in defiance. It proved too difficult to contain the laughter bubbling in her throat and she relented.

Her hand was soft and dainty, fitting comfortably in his own. Though he could feel tiny groves and cuts across her fingers, calloused skin on the flat of her palm. Did she fight with a staff of some kind?

As Zack asked her questions, he was caught in the way her gaze would lift, looking fondly into the distance. Her expression lighting up as she spoke about the children that she visited at the nursery by her house, or the restaurant she sometimes helped wait tables at.

It was cute.

Strangely, when he tried to broach what she was doing in Costa del Sol, she grew quiet, her body folding in on itself. Zack scratched awkwardly at the back of his head, sensing he had touched a nerve.

The dip in conversation stewed into palpable silence. Wincing, Zack's eyes carried to distant waves crashing upon the horizon, hopeful for a distraction. Above the spray of ocean water, her voice rose.

"So pretty..."

"Huh?"

"Your eyes."

"Why not take a closer look?" Zack grinned, facing her straight on.

The Mako infused in Soldier's gave their eyes a bright, ethereal glow. For some, they were unnerving, difficult to stare directly into. Almost a reminder of the danger and overwhelming power flowing through them.

Yet, Aerith only seemed drawn to his as she shuffled nearer, carefully studying each tiny fleck of blue or green. Zack couldn't recall a time held such a prolonged, unbroken gaze with someone.

Her face lingered close enough to his own that Zack could make out the daylight flickering through her hair, the pores of her skin and pout of her lips. He realised that if he just shifted slightly forward, he could easily take them with his own.

Zack swallowed, imaging how soft and warm they would feel, instinctively puckering his own as he edged closer. His eyes began to flutter closed as he felt her breath caressing his own.  Was she moving closer too?    

The sound of a helicopter touching down brought them snapping back to attention, disturbing the peaceful oasis they had found.

Zack rolled his eyes. It was bad enough that he couldn't get a second of peace from the Turks. Now they had ruined this moment. He turned toward Aerith, greeted by an expression of dread washing over her; her shoulders dropping.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, touching his hand over her back.

She flinched, her lips parting to answer, but her voice faltering. Zack frowned as he recognised Tseng stepping out of the helicopter, glancing in their direction. Beside him, Aerith stiffened.

"I- I'm sorry, Zack. But I have to go."

"Oh." He said, hoping the disappointment didn’t carry noticeably in his voice. "Okay."

Beginning to step away, Aerith's hands wrung together at her waist, seeming somewhat begrudging in her decision.

"Will I see you again?" She asked.

"Of course." Zack nodded, confident. "I'll make sure of it!"

He could track her church down. Maybe Cloud had seen it.

"That's a relief," she sighed. "I look forward to it. Well, until then."

As she turned away, Zack was struck by the urge not to let her go.

Yet, he felt powerless to intervene, shaken by her apparent ties to the Turks and what they could mean. Even as a First-Class Soldier, there were things about Shinra he didn't know. This felt like something far beyond him.

Clasping Aerith's shoulder, Tseng guided her into the Helicopter, offering Zack little more than a dip of his head as the door was shut behind him.

[baskandlatherco]

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[ghostofviperwrites]

Decadent Liasons Part 1

Pairing:  Seiya Sanada/FC

Category:   Suggestive

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Language, sexual discussions

“Just dinner?” Aiko Kobayashi checked staring at Seiya Sanada suspiciously.

“Just dinner” Sanada promised his most charming smile in full effect.

“You know I’ve heard all about you Sanada.” Aiko said. “There’s no such thing as just dinner.”

“Seiya, please,” He said hiding his smirk at her surprise at his offer of his first name. As far as she had ever heard nobody outside of his family were graced with the privilege.  “How often do I ask women out on a real date?”

“Rarely.” She conceded before immediately countering. “But every single one of them have ended horribly.”

“So you’re going to hold my past against me?” He asked letting his smile dim and eyes turn sad. “You’re not even going to give me an opportunity to show I’ve grown?”

Aiko felt herself wavering, her eyes drawn to Sanada’s pouting lower lip. It had been a long time since Sanada had attempted to formally date anyone. He didn’t hide who he was or what he was about. Maybe he was finally maturing.

“Okay. One date. Just dinner.” She stressed.

“Just dinner.” Sanada repeated.

They two worked out the details of the date and Sanada made his exit keeping his grin under wraps until he was back in the LIJ locker room. Gathering his belongings he left the arena and climbed into his black Lamborghini. As he drove he considered his next move. He had gotten bored with how easy women fell at his feet. How easily he fucked them. So he decided to play a little game and make them chase him for once.

Of course he had no intentions of stopping his hook ups, but he was going to have to be a bit more discreet until he grew bored of this game.  Aiko was the perfect target.  He hadn’t interacted with her much as she stuck to the corporate side of the business.  She was attractive and well put together, carrying herself with elegance and grace, with just the right amount of backbone to make this interesting.  She found him attractive, that much was obvious, but she had enough self-esteem and respect that she wasn’t going to throw herself at him. 

As he drove towards his home on the outskirts of the city Sanada called one of his favorite restaurants making reservations for two on Friday evening.  Next he called a florist and ordered a nice bouquet to be delivered to his home on Friday prior to the date.  Business concluded for the moment Sanada mused over his closet selection as he pulled into the driveway of his home.  Speeding up the long curved path and into his garage he mentally reviewed all of his suit options. 

Entering the mud room off the garage Sanada put his keys on the appropriate hook then sat on the padded bench and removed his shoes and socks.  Socks went in the laundry basked hidden behind a pull out drawer, shoes were carried by Sanada upstairs to his bedroom and placed in their slot in his shoe closet.   As he walked towards his shower Sanada pulled off his t-shirt he threw it into another hidden laundry basket followed by his athletic shorts and boxers.  Standing nude he stretched, arms reaching over his head and working the kinks of out of his body, grunting as the knots made themselves known.   Lowering his arms and rolling his neck Sanada turned on the shower heads, setting them to maximum temperature.  Steam began coating the glass walls of the shower as Sanada brushed his teeth, the whir of the electric brush drowned out by the water.  Rinsing and setting down the brush he reached for the water flosser and finished his nightly ritual before hopping into the shower.

The four shower heads pelted him with burning water from all angles making Sanada moan as the tension began melting from his body.  He poked at a bruise on his ribs, wincing as pain radiated from the spot.  Reaching for his body wash he filled his hands and rubbed it into a lather before working it over his body.  As he washed himself Sanada briefly considered going out, but quickly dismissed the idea.  For once the thought of staying home and relaxing sounded more appealing.   Once his body was clean he began the arduous task of washing product out of his hair.  Yeah it held up in the ring, but getting it out was a bitch.   When his hair was finally smooth and he could run his fingers through it without tangles Sanada turned off the water and reached for his towel on the warming rack. 

Once he was dressed in a pair of soft low slung sweats he padded downstairs to the kitchen beelining straight to the fridge.  He was hungry but didn’t feel like ordering in, or cooking so he was hoping he had the ingredients to make a decent salad.  Ingredient by ingredient he finally found success laying them out on the cutting board on his lava stone countertop.  As he chopped through the vegetables to create his salad Sanada’s mind wandered to his date on Friday night.  He needed to figure out the best way to play Aiko for maximum payout.  If he was going to play nice the reward had to be worth it.  He wasn’t going through all this trouble for a simple blowjob or fuck. 

Setting his meal on the countertop Sanada looked at the door leading to his wine cellar before changing his mind and heading to the fridge and pulling out an IPA to drink.  Sliding onto the stool he browsed through his social media and email, replying as necessary as he ate.   He yawned mid bite and shook his head in disappointment as he looked at the clock.  The boys would tease him mercilessly if he crawled into his bed at seven o’clock, but he couldn’t deny the want.  He was tired and worn down.  An early night sounded like heaven.  Speak of the devil he thought as his phone chimed, the assigned ping telling him Bushi was texting. 

Reading the message Sanada sighed heavily wondering just how much they were going to razz him for not going out with them tonight.  No sooner had he demurred and set the phone down then it started ringing signaling a Facetime call. 

Answering he was greeted by the faces of Naito, Bushi and Evil as well as a car full of half dressed women. 

“Come on Saaaannnnaaadaaaa,” Evil bellowed obviously already well into party mode. “Don’t be a pussy. Come out and play with ours.”  He yanked the phone from Bushi’s hand and hauled one of the girls onto lap as he pulled up her skirt flashing her bare pussy at the screen for Sanada as she giggled into his chest. 

Bushi grabbed the phone back rolling his eyes in annoyance as he returned to the conversation.

“We’re two minutes from your house.  Be ready or I’m gonna have Evil carry your ass out.”  Bushi threatened.  “I don’t care if you're naked.” 

“I’m not naked.”  Sanada defended himself holding the phone up so they could see his body.  “I’m tired.  I don’t want to go out.”  He whined.

“Don’t care.  One minute.”  Bushi said then disconnected. 

“Asshole.”  Sanada muttered taking a hurried bite of his salad and swig from his beer before hurrying up the stairs.  He barely made it to his bedroom before Evil barreled through the front door yelling for him.

“I’m getting dressed. Cool your jets.”  He shouted down to his loud friend as he slid on a pair of dark wash jeans and a tight black t-shirt before moving into the bathroom to do his hair.   He slicked it back with some gel and spritzed on his cologne before grabbing his leather jacket from the closet and heading downstairs.  He found Evil already halfway through a bottle of beer he had helped himself to.

Seeing Sanada’s grouchy expression Evil laughed and pushed him in the back towards the door.

“Lighten up pretty boy.  What were you going to do? Jerk off and go to sleep?  This is much more fun.”  Evil said as they entered the waiting limo. 

Sanada fixed him with an irritated glare and leaned back against the plush leather seat his eyes closing as he felt the beginnings of a headache stir. 

“Will one of you ladies please suck off my friend so he stops being a dickhead?”  Evil said as the doors shut behind them, carrying them out into the night.

[tsgwilliamsburgvirginia]

SCOUTED // Summer Styles with Dolce Vita Salon & Spa

Let’s face it. Beauty-wise, summer, for many of us, is when we look and feel our best.

Our skin takes on a sun-kissed glow. Our hair lightens up from the long days basking along the salt waters of our region. And, perhaps best of all, we can rock that “just left the beach” natural look with our makeup and locks.

But don’t forget, no matter how many beauty positives come with sweet summer, there are as many things we need to be on the lookout for. Take that pesky pool chlorine, which can be harsh on your hair.

We sat down with our The Scout Guide Williamsburg & The Chesapeake Bay friend, Billie Jo Keller, owner and stylist at Dolce Vita Salon & Spa in Yorktown, who gave us the skinny about summer hair care and what products she’s using and recommending to her clients.

HYDRATE! HYDRATE! HYDRATE!

No, we’re not just talking about drinking lots of water. But we want you to do that, too. Be sure to “keep your hair hydrated with a good conditioner,” Billie Jo said. “Even if you’re at the pool, get it wet first, throw some conditioner in your hair and then get in the pool to prevent a green tint from the chlorine.”

Product recommendation: ColorProof SuperRich Moisture Conditioner

Also, Billie Jo said, “make sure you’re using shampoo and conditioner when washing your hair because lather removes moisture. When you do wash, always use a sulfate-free shampoo to prevent fading.”

Product recommendation: ColorProof SuperRich Moisture Shampoo          

COOL DOWN

Beach hair, don’t care! That’s how we all feel, and it’s also a good idea, not just because it’s a great look, to go that natural drying method in the summer.

“Try to use less heat in the summer,” Billie Jo said, “but if you need to use heat, always use a heat protectant.”

Product recommendation: Oribe Soft Lacquer Heat Styling Spray

REFRESH YOSELF

Feeling like your locks are getting a little too damaged from all the fun you’re having this season? Billie Jo also recommends using the Oribe Gold Lust Transformative Masque for damaged and over processed hair to get it back to a healthy, vibrant feel.

ENJOY THE LAZY DAYS OF SUMMER

Effortless hairstyles are a summertime perk, especially if you just do not feel like doing your hair for work one day or don’t want to take the time to go the extra mile before heading out on the boat or to the beach.

Consider a beach waved look, braid or messy pony.

“The best thing about summertime is you can wear your hair natural and play with accessories,” Billie Jo said. “Even a low fishtail braid is fun.”

Want to test out these products mentioned? Dolce Vita carries them all, including a five-piece ColorProof SuperRich Moisture set that includes:

·      ColorProof SuperRich Moisture Shampoo 8.5oz & 2.0oz (travel size)

·      ColorProof SuperRich Moisture Conditioner 8.5oz & 2.0oz (travel size)

·      ColorProof HumidityRx Anti-Frizz Weatherproof Spray (highly recommended)

The bonus? This set includes travel size.

“Even if you need to travel, and we all travel in the summer, you still have the sulfate-free, travel sized bottles,” Billie Jo said.

Visit Billie Jo and her team at Dolce Vita at 101 Mill Road Suite A in Yorktown.

Designed for tranquility and a place to go where you can feel carried away from the rest of the world, Dolce Vita provides clients with salon, nails, facial and massage services. The relaxation and peace of mind that comes after an appointment is a bonus.

[blackhair-flair]

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[soyouthinkyoucanshance-blog]

For my friend, @wajjs

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For reasons he doesn’t quite understand, Shiro loves watching Lance go through his nightly beauty regimen.

It’s soothing to just sit in the quiet, intimate space of Lance’s en suite bathroom and watch as he lines up all his acquired or homemade products. He has quite a sizable number, too. Shiro counts five currently sitting on the counter, but he knows Lance has more hidden away within his cabinets.

(When they’d first gotten together, he had grown curious to know just how many Lance had in his possession, and was blown away to see bottle after bottle after bottle filling the shelves. He had so many, there was barely any room left inside, though he still managed to make some for Shiro’s own measly collection.)

Everything is organized by order of application, so he first begins his routine by splashing his face with water and applying a cleanser. He lathers the foam all over his face, swiping the pads of his fingers in broad circular motions, before rinsing and reaching for the next bottle. This carries on through two more steps–an exfoliant and toner–before he grabs a rather large jar of what Shiro can only assume to be some type of synthesized food goo, and sets about smearing it generously onto his skin.

His whole routine takes about thirty minutes, give or take, and a large portion of that is the time it takes for the mask to set. But Shiro doesn’t mind the wait; he’s comfortable. Dressed in his pajamas and Black Lion slippers, he sits, back against the wall and butt cushioned by a pillow.

Every now and then, Lance will catch his gaze in the mirror, eyes bright and full of warmth, lips stretched wide to show off his pearly teeth. Shiro can’t help but return the smile with one of his own, the one Lance likes best: his secret weapon. All dimples and eye crinkles. The slightly bashful, dopey one.

When at last the mask comes off, Lance finishes with a sweet-smelling cream, rubbing it into his cheeks, forehead, chin, and nose. Then he quickly and efficiently stores everything away and wipes the counter down with a towel.

That’s Shiro’s cue, and with a soft exhale, he heaves himself to his feet and takes the few steps separating him and Lance to drape himself over his boyfriend’s back, arms curling snug around a lithe waist. They rock together gently, Shiro pressing feather-light kisses to Lance’s neck and that one sensitive spot behind his ear. Lance lets out a truly adorable laugh–high-pitched and giggly; Shiro’s favorite–and playfully swats at him.

Shiro grins, and pretends to take offense, easily catching Lance’s hands in his own, reeling him closer–always closer–so he can steal another kiss. (Or two. Or three.)

Together they walk the brief stretch from the bathroom to the bed, hands clasped firmly and fingers intertwined. Shiro pulls back the covers, allowing Lance to climb under first, before quickly following suit.

Once they’ve settled, Lance curls in close, hands sweeping up the hard lines of Shiro’s chest to rest over his heart, feeling the steady thumps beat rhythmically under his skin. In response, Shiro presses more kisses still to the crown of Lance’s head, inhaling the fresh, clean fragrance of his hair.

For many moments, it’s quiet. The two of them simply basking in the touch, sight, and smell of one another. Faces a hair’s breadth away, eyes staring deep and lips teasing with every puff of breath.

Lance blinks beguiling blue eyes at Shiro, the fond twinkle matched equally in steely gray.

One opens his mouth to speak; the other, in perfect sync. “I love you,” they say together, and laugh.

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8 Ways You’re Ruining Your Appearance Without Realising

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8 Ways You’re Ruining Your Appearance Without Realising

As a regular FashionBeans reader, it goes without saying that you’re a highly skilled and well educated ‘groomsman’. You maintain your facial hair with the deftness of Zorro. You moisturise your under-eye with the ethereal touch of a brush from an angel’s wing. You see your barber more frequently than you do some close family members.

However, even the most savvy among you could be inadvertently undoing all your hard work in front of the bathroom mirror every morning and night. Sun exposure, air pollution, poor diet, smoking, stress, lack of sleep – these deleterious things you’re no doubt wise to. But we’ll bet our La Prairie cellular hydrating serum that you’re sleeping on one or more of the below.

Having A Shower

We’re not saying you should go without, or join the no-poo movement (as in ‘shampoo’ – nothing to do with constipation). You need a degree of heat just to get the grime off. Just be mindful of temperature and duration.

“Don’t exceed 40°C (105°F) maximum,” says Dr Anton Alexandroff, consultant dermatologist and British Skin Foundation spokesperson. “The ideal temperature for skin is lukewarm. And showering for 10-20 minutes is fine, an hour is not.”

The other problem area is your products. “Generally, shower gels and soaps are okay to wash with, but if your skin gets dry and itchy, consider washing with moisturiser,” continues Dr Alexandroff. “Creams and moisturising gels can be used as you would a shower gel. Alternatively, lather ointment with water to make it soapy.” Check the label first though: “Some moisturisers contain Sodium Lauryl Sulfate (SLS), which can irritate sensitive skin.”

All that remains is to clear up the poo-or-not-to-poo issue. “Not using shampoo runs the risk of increasing the microbial content of the hair and scalp, which in turn causes itchy and flaky conditions such as dandruff and seborrheic dermatitis,” says Iain Sallis (hairmedic.co.uk) and a member of the Institute of Trichologists. “And no, your hair does not clean itself after a while – you just get used to the feel of the grease.”

Having A Bubble Bath

Who among us isn’t partial to a long soak in a foamy tub after a hard game of five-a-side with a book or magazine, a cup of tea or maybe a glass of wine, perhaps a scented candle? Bad news: as smoking is to your lungs, so suds are to your dermis.

“Surfactants, the chemicals that make bubbles, really degrease your skin,” says Dr Alexandroff. The solution – aside from skipping the bubbles – is to moisturise straight after, and extra over the following few days. Which frankly is a small price to pay.

Hot tubs meanwhile can harbour nasty pests beyond sleazy guys. “If you have spots on your body after a Jacuzzi, visit your GP or a dermatologist,” adds Dr Alexandroff. “You may be given antibiotics for gram-negative bacteria.” Which will also be negative for your ‘gram.

Having A Man Bun

Unpicking the moral and philosophical conundrum that is the samurai top-knot is for another article. What is inarguable is the effect that the male equivalent of a Croydon facelift has on your scraped-back hair.

“Wrapping long hair into a tight bun for days, weeks or months on end can cause traction alopecia,” warns Sallis. “That constant tension on your hair results in a micro-inflammation in the hair follicle, which could eventually lead to those areas thinning.”

Is man bun pattern baldness poetic justice, karmic retribution or proof of a higher power? We couldn’t possibly comment.

Moisturising Against The Grain

You already know not to shave against the grain. (You’d be red-faced if you didn’t.) But moisturising? Are we not men? How much havoc can a cream really wreak?

“Men’s skin gets dry as well as women’s, so you should moisturise all your skin daily, but don’t rub it in against the grain,” insists Dr Alexandroff. “Smooth along, especially if you’re using a greasy moisturiser, to reduce the risk of blocking hair follicles – a cause of folliculitis.”

As with shaving, the key is to follow the direction of hair growth. On your face and neck, this can vary between areas. But away from there, things get simpler. “When moisturising limbs, generally go from the centre of your body towards your extremities, so from upper legs to feet and from upper arms to hands,” says Dr Alexandroff.

Being Vegan

Yes, you can enjoy clearer skin as well as a clear conscience by forsaking all animal products: dairy can aggravate acne, particularly if it’s not heat-treated. But there’s one hairy critter who could lose out. “Your hair desperately needs sulphur-rich amino acids and iron to grow well, both of which are in abundance in a slab of steak,” says Sallis.

That doesn’t mean that you’re doomed to have bad hair, or fellow mammals have to die to preserve your luscious locks: just ensure that you’re taking in the right types of proteins and iron from elsewhere. The former can be found in soy, sunflower seeds, oats and legumes, while the latter can be located in most nuts, seeds, grains and legumes.

“Failing that, take a vegetarian-friendly hair supplement,” suggests Sallis. The stakes are high when your steaks are in short supply.

Eating Dinner Too Late

You understand the link between what you put in your body and what it’s wrapped in: mainlining antioxidants is good; whereas chocolate – even just 25mg a day – is a recipe for pizza face. But your skin isn’t just what you eat, it’s when you eat it, at least according to a study in the journal Cell Reports (which sounds more like a prison newspaper, but hey).

Chowing down outside of a 12-hour window salts the game of your enzymes, one of which, XPA, is responsible for repairing UV damage. A late dinner shifts the cycle of XPA back, which in turn reduces the degree of repair and protection the next day. Table for two at 7pm, then.

Taking Steroids

As a FashionBeans reader, we’d also hope that your idea of hardcore juicing would be chugging liquefied kale without so much as a dash of lemon juice. But with public health experts recently announcing that as many as 1m UK men are taking steroids and other Image- and Performance-Enhancing Drugs (IPEDs), it’d be remiss not to mention another reason why that’s aesthetically counterproductive, beyond bacne and man-boobs.

“The same meds also increase the interaction between testosterone and your hair,” explains Sallis. “This will equate to the male-pattern hair-loss gene being enacted quicker than it naturally would otherwise.” Less beast mode, more shaved gorilla.

Reading This Article

Sun exposure is one of the principle causes of premature ageing. (Dr Alexandroff recommends applying SPF50 minimum, at least on your face.) But you’re unwittingly basking in another source of wrinkle-inducing radiation right now: your screen.

The University of Mexico claims that High-Energy Visible (AKA HEV or ‘blue’) light from your phone, computer and TV is as dangerous as UV, if not more so. Research is in the early stages but scientists believe that HEV penetrates skin more deeply than UV, prevents it from healing and accelerates ageing. Insert old man emoji here.

Electronic devices also fry your skin in a more low-fi way: by reflecting the sun’s rays onto you. The researchers found that using an iPhone 5 outdoors can increase UV exposure by 36 per cent, an 11-inch MacBook by 75 per cent and an iPad 2 by 85 per cent.

Your sizzling sausage-leg holiday selfie just got less smug.

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A Change is Gonna Come

Hello readers, so we meet again. In my last two posts, I shared the good, the bad, and the ugly of my quest for “good hair”! I’m crossing my fingers and hoping you all can relate, because after all we do have an image to maintain, men to keep, or to get. So sit back and relax yourself while I offer you some good tea on my next hair dilemma.

Twenty years and some change has gone by since my relaxer and I have been booed up. Of course like all relationships we loved hard and other times we fought like the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s. Through our trials and tribulations breaking up was never an option. After all these years my lover still had a way of whispering sweet words of confidence I needed to feel good about myself. The fact that it burned a bald spot in the back of my head was a distant memory. I was stuck in the intricate web it had spun for me, and I didn’t care. I regularly gave into its demands, but my hair was actually doing very well. Then one day I noticed that my hair had broken off! Man was I pissed!  After all of the research and work I put into growing my hair and this crap happens! I know my lover wouldn’t be so cruel. It had to be the cold dry weather, wool scarves, and wool coats that were the culprit. As my beautician explained the fate of my hair; I found my heart in my shoes when she uttered the words “I have got to cut your hair”. “Oh Lawd No”! I braced myself as she cut, when it was over she spun me around to look at the finished product. To my surprise I actually liked it! My new bob was FIRE ! So I rocked the hell out of it.

As my hair quickly grew back, I realized it was time for me to make a change to the products I was using. After careful review and once again more research, I found that natural ingredients were the way to go. Who knew there were hundreds of products that used natural ingredients and of course I went with the popular brands. Once I read the reviews, its purpose, and the natural ingredients used I quickly clicked the “ORDER” button. BAM, just like that my hair treats were on the way. I was so excited when I saw the box on my door step. I was giddy like a five year old on Christmas morning! Would these products actually do what they said on the website? Well this girl was about to find out. 

When hair washing day arrived I was eager to see what the results would really be. Once I opened that shampoo bottle my eyes immediately closed to bask in the fruity aroma that permeated from the bottle. I rushed to put the shampoo in my hair! The lather was amazingly thick and rich and my hair was oh so squeaky clean. Next I applied the creamy conditioner that instantly detangled and moisturized my relaxed locks. This hair washing session was so heavenly that I swore I heard the cat like voice of Ron Isley singing “well, well, well” in the back ground! Within 30 minutes my hair looked as if I stepped out of the salon. It was full, bouncy, shiny, and it smelled amazing (doing the two step)! In an instant this product line had me so hooked that I immediately became a walking advertisement. I’ve recommended these products to family, friends, and even went as far as to sell the products to the beauty store customers as they eyed the products display. Yes, I was impressed and extremely satisfied with the results. Now I know you are sitting on the edge of your seats waiting for me to tell you the name of this awesome product line. Sorry babies but they have to pay for that.

By now my hair journey is smooth as silk. I found a great hair product line; my hair was longer, and thicker. Yes y’all I was basking in gorgeous hair glory. Nothing could take me down from this hair high, and then in the blink of an eye things got really real. On one of my many hair washing days I discovered not a bald spot this time, but that my hair had broken off AGAIN! This hair set back was even worse than that last time my hair decided to turn against me!  I sat on the edge of the tub knowing for sure I was getting punked right now; this just could not be my reality! 

As denial set in, it eased my pain by suggesting that my head is just super Nappy.  All I need is a relaxer. Yeah right!  My painful reality hit when my beautician told me the real deal. Yup, it was breakage. DAMN! As I drove home from the salon fighting back the tears, I had flash backs of how I felt as a little girl with short hair. Needless to say I hated my hair and unfortunately my beloved relaxer couldn’t heal those wounds that day. Again I blamed this massive breakage on the dry winter weather. Why else would it break like this? I was blind as a bat to the truth. The worst part of all was getting asked that dreaded question by everyone. ” Did you cut your hair?” Yeah, that cut a girl real deep, and gut punched my self-esteem. Looking into the mirror one day I realized that I needed a change. The weather was getting warm and I needed to get my sexy back. At that moment I decided it was time to get a weave! If I couldn’t grow it, I sure as hell can buy it!

Stay tuned to see what happens on my hair journey. In the meantime, be yourself because everyone else is taken.

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4 Habits You Should Pick Up That Can Help Prevent Hair Loss

The path to happier and healthy hair is paved with good habits. While we always focus on cutting out the bad habits, never underestimate the power of a good habit! If you stick to good habits long enough, you might achieve goals that you never thought were possible. Whether trying to promote new growth with alopecia hair products or just build a thicker-looking style, here are four habits that can help you get the hair you’ve been dreaming of.

Stimulate Your Scalp Stimulating your scalp can help awaken your hair follicles and may lead to improved growth. One of the best things about this habit is it’s easy to include into your daily routine. You can massage your scalp with your fingertips while shampooing or do it after your hair is dry. Take your massage to the next level with a scalp stimulator. Look for an oil with natural ingredients that provide vital nutrients to your scalp and can help revitalize your follicles. Over the long run, this habit can help you on your way to your dream style. Be Gentle When Styling Your Hair If you think about everything your hair goes through in a day, it might be understandable that it isn’t growing as much as you’d like. If you were battered with water and heat, tugged at, pulled around, and covered in product, you probably wouldn’t want to grow either. It’s essential to make sure you are gentle with your hair. Keep heat to a minimum, use as little product as possible, and stick to natural solutions. Look for detangler brushes and other tools designed for your hair type to help keep it protected and healthy. Add a Hair Oil to Your Routine Applying a hair-strengthening oil regularly can be one of the best habits to help promote growth and a fuller style. Look for an elixir formula that features a lot of natural ingredients. Things like vitamin B, C, or E, as well as minerals like copper and zinc, can promote thick, beautiful hair and seal in moisture to help reduce breakage and split ends. This might be the secret ingredient you’ve been looking for. Listen to What Your Hair Is Telling You This habit can really help you get in sync with your hair. While you can’t exactly call your hair and ask what’s up, you can check in now and again and see how your new habits are treating it. Take note of how it feels in the morning and at night. Is it getting thicker and growing faster? Or is it dull and lifeless? If your new habits don’t seem to be helping after a few weeks or months, it might be time to try something else. Remember, everybody is different—you need to find what works best for you, and you can do this by keeping track of your hair’s health. About Bask and Lather Bask and Lather started after a personal experience with hair loss. After her young sister began losing her hair, Shaina, the founder and CEO of Bask and Lather, sought to find a solution. The family met with specialists who believed there was nothing that could be done, so their mom took things into her own hands. She created a scalp oil and hair oil that worked to stimulate new growth. Suddenly, her daughter was growing fresh, healthy hair. To this day, the Bask and Lather Scalp Stimulator and Hair Elixir continue to achieve remarkable results. Proud users share their experiences and love the difference that Bask and Lather’s 4C hair products and alopecia hair products make. Get products that can supercharge your haircare routine at https://baskandlatherco.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3um8OFv