#gentle cleansing shampoo for babies | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nanaminsmoon · 1 year

Text

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

A/N: i started this last night because i was listening to this song before i went to sleep:))

mdni. nsfw.

cw; oral (fem receiving), just cute domestic vibes.

wc: 1306

on those days where you need peace of mind, best believe ony will help you get it. you'd shuffle around first thing in the morning, to find your bed empty. but before you can call for your boyfriend, your weary body would fall back into deep slumber. the next time you woke up, it'd be to your boyfriend beside you. black durag tied around his head as he sat leaning against the headboard, fingers mindlessly scrolled through his phone. he'd notice your waking form, and his soft hand would stroke your cheek.

“you awake?”, he would ask you softly, and you'd respond with a sleepy hum.

as soon as you got up to go brush your teeth, he'd open the curtains and windows and light some incense in your room—cleansing out all the negative energy. when you came out of the bathroom, you'd see him making the bed and your favourite tea sat on the nightstand.

“where would i be without you, baby?”, you would pout, a hand to your chest as you walked over to your man to give him a kiss. you'd almost forget all your worries when your hands brushed against his toned abdomen. almost. but once everything flooded back, a wince would selfishly contort your features, and you'd pull back from him. ony would understand that it isn't him, he could see it in your face. and he had heard it fall from your lips last night when you cried to him about it. tears slipping onto his bare chest as you told him everything that was on your mind. last night, he had held you and whispered words of comfort onto your soft brown skin.

and now, he was washing your hair and massaging your scalp as ‘piece of mind’ by lauryn hill played in the background. a hand at the top of your forehead to ensure the shampoo didn’t get in your eyes. his trimmed fingertips moving in gentle circles all over your scalp as he hummed to the music playing. you wouldn’t have to move a muscle because, once he was done, he’d get a towel and wrap it around your head. then he’d carry you, bridal style, around the bathroom. you’d act as his arms, reaching for all your products, brushes, and combs. your final destination would be the living room.

“you're good, baby, i got you”, he spoke above you, as you sat in between his legs—cushion underneath you, as you watched whatever show you had picked to put on the tv. there’d be times where he'd randomly tell you to face up, then he'd place an amorous kiss atop your forehead.

he'd apply all your oils and leave in conditioners and even put your hair in twists for you. even putting on your pink bonnet for you once he was done. and his services were always delivered with a kiss on your lips. but this one was longer; not an ounce of lust was present, he just wanted to love on you. ony cared about you more than he did himself. whenever you had bad days, he just did what you needed of him. he didn't rush you—as much as he hated seeing you unlike your usual, smiley, self. no longer asking him dumb questions like ‘would you love me if i was a worm?’ or ‘who you saving first if we're drowning, me or connie?’ (you are the answer every single time). he missed your laugh, and the way you'd roll your eyes at him slapping your ass, even though you loved it. he even missed the way you’d ask to slap his ‘as payback’. but he couldn't rush you. he let you sit in whatever you were feeling and was the steady hand you reached for on your way up.

you'd soon find out that he had disappeared this morning to make you your favourite breakfast, and you ate it fighting back tears. an outpour caused by an overload of emotions from both the situation you were facing, and the love ony was feeding you. literally.

“you can let it all out, ma”, you were sat on the sofa, and he pulled the tray of food onto the coffee table, before pulling you onto his lap. your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“holding it isn't gonna help you. let it all go, i'm here, you'll be okay.”, and that was all you needed for the flood gates to be knocked down and for you to just bawl onto his bare chest. again.

ony would comfort you, and put you back in bed when the emotions hurled you into another deep slumber. when you woke up, he'd be showered and changed into a white tank top and grey shorts, his signature gold chains around his neck. he hadn't noticed you walking into the kitchen, too busy making your lunch. until he felt arms wrap around his torso.

“why you got a shirt on?”, you'd pout, your words muffled as your cheeks pressed against his back.

“’d it make you feel better if i took it off?”, he chuckled, and you nodded furiously. so he did. he moved your arms, reached behind him, and pulled it over his head. placing it on the kitchen island once it was off. his torso wouldn't be bare for long before you covered it in shimmery, glossed kisses.

he would notice how you're looking at him during lunch, but he'd pay it no mind. he didn't like having sex when you weren't feeling like yourself—it didn't feel right. but when you would beg him that way you always did, affirming it would lift your mood, he would carry you to your shared bedroom. you would be lightly placed on the bed before your panties were slid off, and his hands were wrapped around your thighs, his tongue slowly travelling between your folds. your wetness would gloss his lower face, and the soft incantations you let out would bring a smile to his face. although he needed you more then anything, for now, he would just have to stick to rubbing himself through his shorts.

that man would draw three orgasms from you using only his mouth and fingers. then, as he gave you your post-nut cuddles, an alarm would ring in his head. telling him that he had yet to make you dinner. you’d suggest ordering some food, but he’d decline. on days like these, he wanted to make you something himself. he wanted to feed you something infused with his love for you. something homemade he knew was good for you, not something he said would make you feel ’sluggish’. you’d accompany him in the kitchen and, at first, he’d refuse your offers to help.

”this is for you, baby. all you should have to do is eat”, he’d tell you, pressing another kiss to your temple. but you’d press on, saying that it made you feel useful. so he’d accept; it’s your day, whatever you want, you’ll get. just like any other day.

food made, and eaten, the rest of the evening would consist of ony doing whatever it takes for you to feel better. movies, long conversations, music, dancing to slow songs in the living room with your sunset lamp creating the perfect mood lighting. if it made you smile, it made ony smile too. his friends would call him extra, but he just loves you. and knowing you feel extra loved when you're at your lowest gives him some peace of mind.

#nanaminsmooninc #Spotify #ony x black y/n #ony x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon #aot x black y/n #aot x black reader

333 notes · View notes

deathblacksmoke · 7 months

Text

cleanse me with pleasure

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: established poly relationship, jealousy, oral sex (m and f receiving), mutual masturbation, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, filthy nasty smutty smut, as always: sweeties

word count: 3.7K

author's note: thank you to everyone who’s listened to me go on and on and on (and on and on) about this thing. it went from one thing to another and we ended up here. it had a mind of its own. and an extra extra extra!!!!!! special thank you to @circle-with-me for making me this beautiful banner when i was fully having a massive meltdown about it <3 ilysm.

dividers by @saradika-graphics 💐

The early morning was a haze. You had woken up wrapped tightly in Nick’s arms, moving rapidly from soft kisses and tenderness into a thorough, nasty fuck.

He left you alone in bed to go find Noah, with a deep kiss and very specific instructions to keep it inside. He didn’t give you a reason why, but he didn’t have to. Your mind swam with the possibilities, tummy fluttering with the anticipation of it.

You stand at the sink, brushing your teeth and wanting nothing more than to hop into a steaming hot shower to wash the filthy, sweaty sex off of you. A chill runs up your spine when you hear Noah slip into the bathroom behind you. You gaze beyond yourself in the mirror, and at the sight of him, you remember why it was so important you hadn’t.

“Why are you all dressed up?” you ask him.

He does look nice: a black long-sleeve shirt, jeans, a belt. His long hair, still damp from his shower, falls prettily over his shoulders.

He wraps his arms tightly around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Just felt like it,” he responds, kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “I hear Nicky left me a present. Did you leave it for me like he asked?”

You nod, trembling when he slides his hand down the front of your sleep pants, fingering through your folds and making a pleased little sound when he feels Nick’s cum drip down onto his digits.

“Good girl,” he praises.

Noah was beginning to think Nick had forgotten about him.

He’d left a note on the bedside table, asking Nick to meet him in their home studio when he wakes up. He knows that Nick prefers to sleep in on weekend mornings, spreading himself out and selfishly stealing alone time in bed, but it’s been enough time that he’s gotten a long, hot shower already after Jolly’s come and gone.

Every last bit of annoyance seeps out of his bones, relief flooding through him and settling his nerves when he hears the door slowly creaking open.

He spins his chair to see Nick, threadbare Slipknot shirt and plaid pajama pants settled low on his hips, glasses and a messy bun. A comfortable warmth spreads over everything.

“Hi, baby,” Nick says, whispering like he’s trying not to disturb the peace and quiet of the room. He treads over to Noah and when a kiss is pressed to his forehead, gentle fingers combing through his hair, Noah feels his cheeks burn. “I’m sorry I took so long. Can I sit with you?”

“Please,” Noah answers, smiling up at him. They’ve been meaning to get a bench seat, but until then, Nick normally just pulls up the other chair. He knows Nick is up to something when he settles down on his thigh instead. Always pleased to have him this close, Noah reaches up, cupping Nick’s cheek and bringing him in for a kiss, deep and thorough.

“Love you all clean,” Nick says, nuzzling behind Noah’s ear and placing kisses there. Noah blushes, relaxing back into the chair, losing himself in Nick for a brief moment, the way his lips feel and how his stomach twists pleasantly. “You used her shampoo.”

He loves to smell like her sometimes, not just the way her shampoo leaves his hair silky and soft. He loves the way Nick reacts to the scent of rosewater on him, helping to push away the little stings of envy he still gets sometimes. He can’t help it. He just nods in response, settling, shy and quiet, a handle gentle on Nick’s thigh. “Okay, let’s focus on this.”

He did bring Nick in here for a reason. There’s about a handful of songs he needs Nick’s ear on, not being able to reach an agreement with the others on what exactly is off, if anything at all. Noah overthinks it as usual but Nick always knows.

He does his best to listen intently to Nick’s carefully considered thoughts, but the warmth that’s radiating between them is a little too much for him to ignore. He moves his hands beneath Nick’s t-shirt, settling on his exposed hip bones, delighting in the way he goes rigid, gasping out a desperate, barely-there little sound that crawls its way under his skin.

“Noah,” Nick breathes, squirming on his thigh as Noah ghosts feather-light touches over his hip bones, tummy, along the waistband of his pants. Noah grins, pleased with himself, pressing kisses along Nick’s spine.

“I know, baby,” Noah says, sneaking a hand just below Nick’s waistband to hear him whine and pulling it right back out. “We have to finish up here and I’ll touch you after, okay?”

Nick nods, playing like he’s doing his best to focus on the task at hand. Noah can hear the way his breath hitches, though, the way his speech falters every now and again. It’s clear in the pauses that stretch a little long as Noah’s touch wanders, hand splaying wide over Nick’s belly, that his attention is wavering.

Nick fumbles through a few final thoughts before stopping and resting himself back into Noah’s chest, writhing a little desperately on his thigh. “Hey,” Noah mutters, tightening the grip he has on Nick’s waist, trying and failing to keep him from shifting. “Slow down, Nicky. Are you sure we’re done?”

He knows they are, but he also knows Nick secretly basks in the torment.

“I’m sure,” Nick breathes, bracing his hand on Noah’s thigh and wriggling against his grasp. “Noah, please.”

Noah hides a smile in Nick’s t-shirt, leaning up to press soft kisses along the back of his neck. “Desperate for it this morning?” Noah asks, suspicions immediately confirmed by Nick’s impatient nod before he even gets the thought out. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfy, huh?”

He lets Nick lead the way to the sofa and barely gets himself settled before he has Nick crawling into his lap. The solid weight on top of him makes him dizzy. He’s on auto-pilot when his hands wander beneath Nick’s t-shirt to settle over his tummy, basking in the feeling of the heated skin beneath his palms and the faint softness he finds there. He loves this more than anything, being wholly surrounded by Nick. It’s fire when their lips meet—always is. Noah licks into his mouth and savors the way he whines for him.

He’s always parched, starving for Nick, and now is no exception. He wants to touch him everywhere, he wants to feel everything, he wants no separation between them.

He wants him. All of their time together lately has been the three of them together, and he loves that, curling up in bed with Nick behind him while Noah breathes in the smell of the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder, hands splaying over the expanses of her soft skin. He wouldn’t trade what they have for anything, but he misses Nick, somehow, and the time spent having him all to himself.

He gets plenty of time alone with her, when Nick is at the shop. He loves to spend ages with her, lounging on the couch, limbs twisted together, something playing on the TV that neither of them are paying any mind. Soft touches turn into grasping hands turn into wailing orgasms, stretching for hours. She gets Nick all to herself when he and Jolly lock themselves away in the studio for what feels like days, and he’s grateful they can take care of each other so his guilt feels less clawling, so he doesn’t have to worry as much that he’s neglecting them.

When they’re not on tour, however, his alone time with Nick seems to take a back seat to making up for lost time with her. She deserves it, and he’s always more than happy to give it to her, and to take it. He loves her so desperately, but can’t help it when he slips into moments when he needs Nick alone.

He’s taken out of his thoughts when Nick starts whining, squirming in Noah’s arms. Noah regards the spot where his fingers have been digging into Nick’s sides, trails of splotchy red surrounding the fingerprints, and he’s sure it stings. They’re sure to bruise and he’ll love on the spots with gentle kisses for the days to come.

He loosens his tight grip, giving Nick’s poor skin a break, but space isn’t something he’s willing to give. He encircles Nick with his arms, dragging him forward in his lap, burying his face in Nick’s neck and inhaling his scent. It’s a mixture of things—cigarettes and mild soap and an underlying hint of sweat. The hair closest to his scalp when Noah brings his hand to the back of Nick’s head and yanks is still damp with it. There’s a fleeting moment of a gnawing curiosity about what they got up to this morning, but he pushes it away, shifting focus to sucking a mark into the fragile skin of Nick’s neck.

“Now who’s desperate for it?” Nick asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. He gasps out a little laugh when Noah yanks his hair again, bites down harder.

“I never said I wasn’t,” Noah murmurs, fingers digging into Nick’s sides again. He can’t help it, addicted to the way it gives, the way he squirms and shifts ever closer. “Fuck, I need you,” he finds himself groaning, panting into Nick’s neck and squeezing his eyes closed. “Hop up for me, Nicky.”

He doesn’t do it without complaint, and Noah isn’t the biggest fan of the distance it puts between them, either, even if it’s only for a moment. It’s worth it when he looks up from the spot he’s settled into between Nick’s legs and sees the way his eyes are blown, breathing heavy, jaw slack.

He doesn’t waste any time pulling Nick out of his pants, already hard and hot and heavy in Noah’s hand. He hasn’t had him like this in so long and he’s been drooling for it since the moment Nick walked through the door.

He slips the head past his lips and there’s an immediate taste of something that’s not Nick. It’s Nick, with an overtone of something else. Something familiar. He squeezes his eyes closed, trying to push away all of his jealousy and focus solely on the man sitting in front of him, who he has all to himself now.

He can’t stop thinking about it.

“You taste like her,” Noah says, peering up at Nick and narrowing his eyes. He pops the head back into his mouth, suckling like he’s searching for something. The taste of her finds him again and a pang of jealousy hits him in the gut. He’s always missing something. “What did I miss out on this morning?”

“Don’t worry, honey,” Nick responds, running a gentle hand through Noah’s hair. Noah’s eyes roll back at the feeling of a sharp tug, stinging his scalp. “She’s a good girl—she left it inside for you.”

It’s not really the point, whether he gets to have it. He wants to get it for himself.

The distance between the two of them becomes unbearable—he has to get as close to Nick as he can get, again. He gets to his feet, crawling into Nick’s lap, scooting forward until their chests are touching.

Nick’s hands cradle his face, bringing their lips together. Nick’s kiss is biting, leaving Noah feeling dizzy and overwhelmed as Nick’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. He finds himself gasping, and Nick takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth and fiddle with the zipper of his jeans.

Noah pulls away, taking a breath and resting his forehead against Nick’s. His eyes feel unfocused, woozy like he’ll pass out at any moment, made worse, or better, when Nick pulls his cock out of his jeans and starts stroking him.

“You’re jealous,” Nick accuses, though his tone isn’t critical. Noah feels his cheeks burn. Though he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it, he still feels an edge of humiliation wash over him with the knowledge that Nick noticed. “You don’t have to be, sweetheart. I’m right here. You’ve got me all to yourself this morning, for as long as you want.”

I want you to want me the way you want her, he thinks but doesn’t dare to say. It’s not fair, and he knows that Nick wants him, that he loves him, that it’s not a competition between any of them. He’s still getting used to their dynamic, and sometimes his confidence wavers.

He leans in to kiss him again, to settle his own nerves. Nick sighs into his mouth and Noah feels soothed, melting into him comfortably. He reaches for his cock again and gasps when he feels him in his hand again. He can’t help it.

“I really love when I get to have you to myself,” Noah admits, moving to kiss the corner of Nick’s mouth, his cheek, down to his neck. “Is that selfish?”

Nick snickers and nods, and Noah feels momentarily self-conscious, but is saved by the way Nick’s hand speeds up on him and the kiss that’s pressed to his temple.

Noah picks his speed up, too. He wants to get him there. He wants to make him feel as good as she does and remind himself that he can.

“Relax, honey. I’m right here,” Nick soothes, pace staying consistent over Noah’s cock. Noah realizes belatedly that he’s shaking, face red and eyes brimming with tears. His head is buried in Nick’s neck again, catching his breath, keeping his pace steady. “You’re gonna make me cum, Noah, just like that.”

The words keep him encouraged, focused—he brings his lips to Nick’s again, a way to keep himself from saying everything he wants to say but shouldn’t. He knows that Nick gets it, that he can read him better than anyone. He always tries so hard to make everything fair and even and make sure everyone is okay.

Noah loves him so much.

There’s no warning beyond a choked gasp, when Noah swipes his thumb once, twice, three times over Nick’s slit and he spills over his hand. He keeps stroking him for a moment more before removing his hand, making a show of licking Nick’s release from his palm and fingers.

“Do you want to save it for her?” Nick asks him, hand still moving steadily over Noah, still catching his breath as he speaks into Noah’s open mouth, their lips barely touching. “Or do you want to let me have it?”

He barely has to think about it, hanging on to the unspoken implied I want you to let me have it and shaking his head rapidly, hoping Nick understands which one he’s saying no to.

“I want to cum for you, Nicky. Please,” he responds, for good measure, barely finishing his thought before he’s choking out a gasp and spilling his spend over Nick’s knuckles.

He feels Nick’s dazzling smile against his mouth, soothing him with kisses as his hand slowly comes to a stop. Nick pulls away to bring his hand up to his own mouth, licking his fingers mostly clean before offering them to Noah, who accepts them gratefully, savoring the taste of his own release on his tongue.

They tuck themselves back into their pants, and Noah feels a little healed at the feeling of Nick’s hand tracing patterns along his back. He melts into him, placing little kisses along his neck, breathing him in.

“Our girl is waiting for you, sweetheart,” Nick reminds him, but he isn’t rushing. There isn’t an inch more distance between them than there was moments ago.

“Can I just stay here with you for a little while, before I go to her?” Noah asks, and if he sounds indignant, ungrateful, unexcited, it’s not on purpose.

Nick nods, wrapping Noah tighter in his embrace.

He spins you around, lifting you up in his arms and placing you on the bathroom sink, pulling your shorts off your body.

He’s not in the mood to take his time today, clearly, and you have no problem with it. You love things with Noah a little rushed, sometimes. You distantly wonder what they got up to once they finished their work in the studio, what has him in this mood.

He kisses you eagerly, hungry and biting, grasping at your thigh and bringing you ever closer to him. You cup his cheek to ground him, slow him down for a moment. He can get carried away, breathing heavy, and you don’t want him stressed. It’s no fun if he’s too frantic.

“I’m not in a rush, Noah,” you tell him. He pulls away to get a good look at your face and nods, leans in to kiss you again, softer. “Are you in a rush?”

He shakes his head, and the blush that paints his cheeks is so pretty. You know what he wants, though, kissing him again before pressing gently on his shoulders, guiding him to where you want him—where you know he wants to be.

He starts soft, as he normally does, tiny kitten licks up your slit. It quickly shifts, though, turning to fat stripes licked up your center before he buries his face in you. A heady feeling rushes through you and you can’t keep yourself up, leaning back against the mirror, ignoring the brief moment of shooting pain when your head thuds against it.

It feels so good you can barely think, but it’s only moments before he’s whining, groaning and squirming. As much as the vibrations sent through you make your legs tremble, as much as you could be right there if you let him keep going, your protective nature makes you sit up a little straighter again.

“What’s wrong, sweet boy?” you ask Noah, threading your fingers through his hair. He’s whimpering pitifully, pressing his face as far into your center as he can. Your tummy flutters with butterflies. You see his shoulder moving and kick at his arm. “Hey, no. No touching,” you order. “Look at me, Noah.”

His eyes are blown out and needy when they shift up to you. They flutter closed when you cup his cheek—he whimpers and opens them again just as quickly. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t—I can’t get it all,” he whines, diving back in. You feel so soft for him. He’s trying so hard, but groans in frustration, resting his head on your thigh. “I want it so bad.”

You pity him a little bit, the way his eyes brim with tears. He’s trying so hard.

“Come here,” you whisper, fingers combing gently through his still damp hair. He doesn’t need much convincing, soft and pliable as he rises to his feet and slots himself between your spread legs. His hand makes a home momentarily around the curve of your hip, the thumb of the other brushing along your lower lip, breath mingling with your own. When you move his hand from your hip to the meat of your inner thigh, he takes the hint easily enough, his touch drifting to where you need him most. “Right there, baby. Thank you.”

It isn’t for you when he slips his fingers in, digging around inside of you with purpose. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the ultra-focused look on his face amuses you. He curves them just right, making you cry out in a mix of ultra-desperate pleasure-pain. A devilish smirk spreads and you roll your eyes, half joking and half deeply irritated that he can get to you this way. He pulls out two filthy digits, eyes rolling back in what can only be described as pure bliss when he slides them past his lips.

It’s a little dizzying, always, the way Noah can shift so rapidly from dominant to submissive and back again. You bring his lips to your own, licking into his mouth, savoring the taste of the mixture of the three of you.

You feel him shifting, lips still on yours, and there’s no warning when his cock notches at your entrance, slipping inside. You’re so wet it’s simple—a mixture of Nick’s release, Noah’s saliva, and your own arousal.

He sets a steady pace, it’s with practiced ease that he angles you just right, hitting the spot that he knows makes you cry out, over and over again.

“You wanna get filled up again, pretty girl?” He asks, teeth gently nibbling at your ear lobe. You know that tone of his—if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s feeling a little jealous. It’s cute, even though it makes you feel sad for him. He really doesn’t need to be.

All you can do is nod, trying not to make too much noise, but you can’t help it when he hits that spot again, thumb coming down to press over your clit. You cry out, reaching your peak without warning, hoping to god that Jolly isn’t still in the house.

“There it is,” Noah praises, fucking you through it. His pace falters and you know he’s right there. When you cup his cheek again, angling his face up so he has to meet your eyes, seeing the tears brimming, you’re positive.

“Let me have it, baby,” you tell him, and his eyes flutter closed, breath catching. It’s only a few more thrusts before he’s stilling, breathing a grunt into your neck and biting down.

It’s your favorite, having him a little flustered like this.

Once he catches his breath, he pulls out and reaches for a wash cloth, cleaning his release out of you. You catch him before he’s finished, reaching down and getting some for yourself, making a show of licking it off your fingers.

He takes a deep breath, getting himself dressed before pulling your sleep shorts back on you. He’s still a little shaky, a little unsure, so you wrap your arms around his middle, bringing him in close to you.

Your face is buried in his chest and he settles, heart rate settling.

“You don’t have to be jealous, baby,” you tell him, bringing his face down to yours. “I promise.”

“I’m not jealous,” he responds, but the shaky nature of his tone gives him away. You kiss him, softer and slower this time, with plans to make every last bit of lingering jealousy seep out of his bones.

You need him happy and secure, doubtless in all the endless love you and Nick have for him.

You’ll get him there.

tags: @concretenoah . @circle-with-me . @darksigns-exe . @ladyveronikawrites . @monotoniscreaming . @cookiesupplier . @bngurngheart . @agravemisstake . @iknownothingpeople . @anameunmusical

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian rpf #nick ruffilo fic #nick ruffilo fanfiction #nick ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nick ruffilo x fem reader #nicholas ruffilo x fem reader #noah sebastian x fem reader #nick ruffilo x noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo x noah sebastian #nick ruffilo x noah sebastian x fem reader #deathblacksmoke works

143 notes · View notes

sluttysanemi · 7 months

Note

hihiiii ! i have been obsessed with the story " bar bliss " & i've been reading it over and over and OVER ! i was wondering if you're considering making a full part 2 to this story , aftercare with sanemi as a part to the story would be rlly nice ! if not that's fine as well . thanks so much !! 🤍

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . — AFTERCARE.

a/n: hi sweet angel! thank u sm 4 ur kind words, so glad u enjoyed it! this was a sweet message to wake up to. bar bliss was a one shot i procrastinated and scrambled in 2 weeks, which i wanted to discard quickly, so unfortunately i cant reallyyyyy give u a part 2 rn. i will eventually, though! (probably) i can happily provide an aftercare scene, however! xo

context: aftermath of a supposed one night stand with sanemi, who reader had met in a bar. it's all here!

Sanemi's calloused thumb brushes the side of your face, peering at you with a kind glance. He buries his face to your neck, gently pecking the curve. You return his affections, nestling your face in the silver curls of his head. Kissing atop, hearing his soft purrs of content.

You caress the arches of his back, massaging the scars on his skin. He places an additional imprint upon your supple body before sitting upright. He watches you longingly, before granting you a fleeting smile.

“Let me wash you, baby.”, he proposed lovingly- or rather, ordered.

You chuckle as you skim along his face, sliding the damp tresses of his hair back.

“You don’t want me to go?”, you ask, misunderstanding the situation. Had this been more than a fling? Did he mean what he had said? To speak with him again... That'd be nice. He's truly charming.

He sighs, almost in disbelief, before grasping your hand and caressing his lips to the back of your palm. “‘Course not, sweet thing. Leave a gentle girl like you on these streets? I couldn’t call myself a man.”, Sanemi whispered soothingly. “Stay with me…”

You feel a bashful tint bloom upon your face, as you grin sheepishly. Without expressing a word, you let Sanemi guide you from the mattress, along the bedroom flooring, and towards the frigid bathroom tiles.

He takes you to the small space of the shower and closes the glass door behind. Sanemi stands behind, running his hands over your body. He takes a brief moment to admire your shape, kissing your shoulder softly.

He turns the tap, letting a warm cascade of water run over your close bodies. He's almost bonded to you, continuously nipping gently at your skin. You lay back against his stiff shoulders, feeling a flood of relish rush over you.

He soon picks the offered loofa from the shelf and flows a vanilla-scented body wash against the fabric. He rubs it in and begins gently massaging the surface of your body. You observe as the foam emerges, running alongside the flows of rain. It bubbled and spread along your nudity.

You reach towards the shelf and pluck the shampoo, spraying it to your palm. You turn towards him as you begin combing your delicate fingers through his hair, intertwining with his pale curls.

He groans deeply, his grumble murmuring within his chest. He can't help the grin that plays upon his face as you gently caress him.

“Fuck- that’s good, angel…”, he murmurs.

You smile, rinsing your fingers in the stream of warmth, letting the residue of soap wash out from his hair. He soon finishes cleansing your body, to which you invite his rough fingers to run along your hair, whilst you caress the sponge over his build.

A moment of deep intimacy and trust, encapsulated within a tender scenery.

You hastily withdraw from the shower, brushing your bodies in thick towels. Vapor fogs the screens of clear glass displays. Sanemi desired to hold you once more, pulling you back into the warmth of his covers.

He's embracing you beneath his bedding and puckering his lips against the fabric of your body ceaselessly. It's teasing your skin, as you flush idly.

“Tell me I get to see you again.”, he abruptly spoke.

You're caught off guard. You glance across to him, watching his longing gaze. A momentary silence.

“Sweet girl?”, Sanemi coos.

You felt a rush of warmth. A loving embrace. As if his words had pierced your very soul. It spreads to your face, revealing a loving smile. You nod lightly.

“Of course.”, you had whispered.

Your response stretches across his face, his cheeks blossoming. He carefully presses his lips over yours and lays his face close to yours.

“You’re such a sweet thing.”, He hums. “Sweetest girl i’ve ever wanted.”

You hold each other firmly as the serene view develops. Your combined warmth poured among one another. He clung to you fervently, as if he were unwilling to let go.

And he wouldn’t.

102 notes · View notes

missfrieden · 20 days

Text

Tech as a father Chapter 65

Tech has his own way of handling the stress of the recent intrusion.

I also had to split it up, or it would hve been way to long.

Masterlist | AO3

Chapter 65: Mittens

As Tech steps out onto the platforms of Tipoca City with Orion cradled against his chest, the gentle patter of the rain hitting the facility surrounds them. The cool, misty air envelops them both, contrasting with the warmth of Orion nestled in his father's arms. The rhythmic sound of rain hitting the metal surfaces creates a calming melody. Which is as familiar to Tech as it has to be for Orion, even if it may not have the same calming effect yet.

Tech takes a leisurely stroll along the bridges, the soft pitter-patter of raindrops echoing in the background. The reflections of the neon lights on the wet surfaces add a surreal glow to the environment. Orion, bundled up in a cosy outfit, gazes curiously at the rain-slicked surroundings with his bright blue eyes. Tech's mind, usually occupied with tactical calculations and technical details, finds a rare moment of solace in the simple act of walking with his son. The familiar scent of the rain-soaked air mingles with the subtle fragrance of Orion's baby shampoo. The sound of distant thunder reverberates, creating a soothing backdrop to their stroll.

Tech, immersed in the tranquillity of the moment, reflects on the challenges they face and the need to protect Orion from the prying eyes of the Kaminoans. Orion, oblivious to the complexities of his surroundings and the depth of his father’s thoughts, responds with innocent babbles and tiny grasps at the raindrops. His tiny fingers, encased in mittens, try to catch the droplets, creating a heart-warming scene. Tech can't help but smile, appreciating the simplicity and purity of these moments with his son. As they continue their walk, the rain serves as a cleansing force, washing away the tensions and uncertainties that lingered in the in their everyday lives.

Tech, finding a sheltered alcove shielded from the rain which intensified, another storm about to rage over Kamino, gently lowers himself to his knees, creating a makeshift haven for Orion. With precise movements, Tech positions Orion, supporting him under the arms, ensuring his tiny boots meet the cool surface of the formed puddle. Orion, snugly dressed and sheltered from the elements, looks down with wide-eyed curiosity at the reflective pool beneath his feet.

Tech, always calculating and vigilant, observes Orion's reactions. The puddle, a miniature world to the little one, captures his attention. His tiny hands, encased in mittens, reach down to touch the water, creating ripples that mirror the raindrops around them. Orion's babbling adds a joyful counterpoint to the ambient sounds of the rain. Tech, momentarily setting aside the complexities of his usual calculations, finds himself engrossed in the shared experience. The cool water beneath Orion's boots and the gentle touch of raindrops become sensory delights for the little one. The reflective surface mirrors their silhouettes, creating a snapshot of this father-son escapade on Kamino.

As the rain continues its dance, Tech relishes in the simplicity of the moment. Orion's laughter mingles with the rain's gentle cadence, creating a precious memory etched against the backdrop of Kamino's sterile metallic structures. In this sheltered alcove, father and son find solace, temporarily shielded from the demands of duty and the scrutinizing eyes of the Kaminoans and other clones.

As the distant rumble of thunder gradually transforms into a resonant roar, Orion's bright eyes widen with a mixture of curiosity and unease. The sound, amplified by the open expanse of Kamino's platforms, reaches him with an intensity he hasn't experienced before. Tech, attuned to Orion's reactions, senses the subtle shift in his demeanour, quickly getting up and holding him close.

Orion, nestled in his father's arms, grips the fabric of Tech's jacket, seeking comfort from the sudden onslaught of sound. His little body tenses, and his gaze searches the skies, trying to comprehend the source of this new auditory experience. The rain now falling more steadily and rapidly, adds its own percussion to the symphony of the storm. Tech, ever the analytical mind, adjusts his stance, ensuring that Orion is shielded from the rain and the unrelenting sound of thunder. He softly speaks to Orion, his voice a soothing undercurrent against the backdrop of the storm. The rhythmic patter of raindrops on the metallic surfaces provides a counterpoint to the deep resonance of thunder.

With a practiced motion, Tech loosens the hood of Orion's protective covering, allowing him to peer out at the rain-soaked surroundings. The distant flashes of lightning illuminate the cloudy canvas above, momentarily transforming Kamino's gloomy atmosphere into a captivating display of nature's power. As the thunderstorm intensifies, Tech continues to comfort Orion, his steady presence and calming words acting as a steadfast anchor. The once-startled expressions on Orion's face gradually yield to a mixture of wonder and acceptance, as if he's beginning to understand that the storm, while formidable, is a natural occurrence. But with each thunder, Orion seems to forget what Tech tried to say.

Tech, mindful of Orion's vulnerability to the storm's sensory assault, swiftly retreats into the facility, seeking refuge from the overwhelming sounds of the storm. As the thunders are now quicker in succession. The metallic echo of rain is replaced by the comforting hum of the facility's climate control as they step through the door. Orion, still cradled in his father's arms, continues to whimper, his bright blue eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and fear.

Finding a more secluded area, Tech gently lowers himself to the ground, supporting Orion with his hands under the tiny arms, leaning him against his legs. Orion, now focused on his father's face, seems to find solace in the connection. Tech, using a soothing tone, begins to explain the phenomena of thunder and lightning to Orion. “Orion, you see, thunder and lightning are like a dance in the sky. When you see that bright flash, that's the lightning. And then, the loud sound that follows, that's the thunder. They happen together because lightning makes the air around it really hot, and that creates the sound we hear as thunder.” And he dives even more into the physics of it, before he decides to head back.

As Tech navigates the sterile corridors of Kamino, not stopping his explanation, Orion's cries finally subsided. The explanation, combined with the return to the familiar, controlled environment, helps ease Orion's distress. Tech reassures him with a soft cadence of words, emphasizing that they are now safe from the elements, shielded by the facility's walls. Continuing his gentle narrative, Tech points out a nearby window, where occasional flashes of lightning paint brief, vivid patterns in the darkened sky. He uses simple words to convey the natural beauty and scientific principles behind the storm. Orion, still cradled in his father's arms, watches the mesmerizing display with wide-eyed wonder.

The storm, once a source of apprehension, becomes an educational moment for Orion, guided by Tech's measured explanations. As the echoes of thunder gradually fade into the background, Tech uses this opportunity to impart not only scientific knowledge but also a sense of security and understanding to his son. The two of them, nestled within Kamino's protective embrace, continue their exploration of the world, one lesson at a time. No matter if Orion is to young to understand, Tech will gladly explain it again… and again.

Tech chuckles, interpreting Orion's playful tugs at his hood as a form of communication. He adjusts the hood, as they walk through the corridors, Tech continues engaging with Orion, savouring these simple yet precious interactions. "Pulling on my hood, are we? Perhaps you're suggesting I need extra protection from the storm, or maybe you're just showing off your budding fashion sense." Orion responds with more enthusiastic babbles, his tiny hands exploring the textures of Tech's jacket. Tech relishes in the joy of sharing these moments with his son. The bond between them deepens with each step, reinforced by the subtle gestures and playful antics that bridge the gap between father and child.

As they approach the squad barracks, the familiar presence of his brothers awaits. Tech, with Orion still comfortably nestled in his arms, enters the shared space. The atmosphere shifts from the controlled environment of the facility to the warm camaraderie of the squad's quarters. Tech, always attuned to Orion's needs, ensures that the transition from the stormy outdoors to the familiar space of the barracks is seamless. Orion, now surrounded by the comforting presence of his family, continues to explore the world through his bright blue eyes, eager for the next adventure, lesson, or playful moment with his father and uncles.

Crosshair, arching a sceptical brow, gazes at Orion's mittens with a hint of amusement. "Mittens? Really?" he quips, his tone carrying a touch of dry humour. "Is Kamino suddenly turning into Hoth, Tech?" Tech, undeterred by Crosshair's scepticism, responds with a calm demeanour. "Crosshair, it's merely a precaution. Kaminoan temperatures tend to be on the cooler side, especially during a storm, and I'd rather not risk Orion catching a cold."

Wrecker, always ready to inject a playful remark, chimes in with a hearty laugh. "Yeah, Crosshair, you never know when Hoth might be next on our mission list. Gotta be prepared!" Crosshair smirks, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment. The banter among the squad members adds a layer of warmth to the otherwise sterile surroundings of Kamino, which seems not to the standard for this barracks. Meanwhile, Orion, oblivious to the banter about mittens and Hoth, babbles contentedly in Tech's arms, occasionally reaching out to explore the world with his tiny gloved hands.

Tech, carefully removing Orion's mittens and then unzipping the warm jacket, lets out a small chuckle as Orion reacts with glee to the raindrops. "Enjoying the rain remnants?" he says with a soft smile, his voice affectionate. The simple joy in Orion's response brings a warmth to the hearts of the squad members. As Tech begins to undress Orion, the baby gazes up at him with bright blue eyes, seemingly fascinated by the process. Tech, ever efficient, selects a breathable onesie for Orion, ensuring the comfort of his son during sleep.

Wrecker, who has been watching the interaction, adds in a boisterous tone, "Looks like we've got a rain-loving little trooper here!" “Unless it involves thunder,” Tech explains in agreement, finishing the dressing routine with practiced ease. He cradles Orion in his arms, now in lighter sleepwear, and begins to softly hum a calming tune. The gentle atmosphere, filled with the sound of raindrops and Tech's soothing melody, creates a serene moment within the squad's quarters.

Crosshair, ever observant, notes the scene with a subtle smile. "Tech, you're turning into quite the dad," he remarks, a hint of approval in his voice, but clearly amused of hearing his brother hum. Tech glances over at Crosshair, a soft expression on his face. "I suppose I am," he replies, his attention returning to Orion.

Wrecker's laughter echoes through the barracks as he claps Tech on the back, with Tech holding Orion just a bit tighter. "Six months, and you're already a pro at this dad stuff!" Echo nods in agreement. "Time does seem to fly, Tech. It feels like just yesterday we were relaxing and you told us you need to try some flying manoeuvre out, and now look at you. A diaper changing soldier."

Tech, holding Orion in his arms, shares a small but proud smile with the squad. "Indeed. It's been quite the journey. And I would do it all over again." Crosshair, ever the sharpshooter, observes, "The kid's growing fast. Ready for a mission on Hoth with those mittens." Tech chuckles, "Maybe not Hoth just yet," as he begins the process of getting a bottle ready for Orion.

Chapter 66

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk @heidnspeak

Got press on nails after not wearing them since my operation last year. Feels strange but familiar, just gotta get used to an even length of all. Typos here I come.

24 notes · View notes

carolinayourspiritmaster · 2 months

Text

Do you want to feel like a North African Queen 🥰? Here's my favourite hair mask recipe for shiny, soft hair: equal parts of Argan Oil, Almond Oil, Aloe gel*, and honey**.

Mix all ingredients, massage hair and scalp with the mix, wrap your hair in a towel for an hour or two, and then wash it away with a gentle shampoo.

And no, it doesn't make your hair greasy at all. My hair is baby fine and gets oily very quickly, and my husband has thick, very curly hair, and this treatment works perfectly for both. Your hair, and specially your scalp, need food, hydration, and natural oils just as the rest of your skin.

And please, think good thoughts and love yourself during this process. This multiplies the results, and allow the wonderful medicine in each ingredient to nourish you and bless you. You don't need to be a really experienced practitioner to see how these four elements are powerful guardian Spirits for your protection, and cleanse the aural field of the head, one of the most important.

* The Aloe gel can be taken directly from the leaves if you have the plant, or from a store-bought hydra gel. I use both, and if the hydra gel is good quality, the results are just as good.

** Make sure the honey is real honey, and not corn/fructose syrup, as most supermarket honey is.

In the pic, one of the Aloe plants from my collection. Yes, I collect Aloes 😊.

#carolinagonzalez #spiritual work #self empowerment #herbalism #holistic beauty #natural beauty recipes #holistic wellness

5 notes · View notes

agoodshampo · 3 days

Text

What Is Head And Toes Shampoo And Conditioner Good For

If you're looking for a versatile personal care product, you may be curious about what is Head and Toes shampoo and conditioner good for. This all-in-one solution offers benefits for both hair and body, making it a convenient option for various users. Whether you need a practical choice for your baby or are considering its use for yourself, this guide covers everything you need to know.

Is Head to Toe Wash Suitable for Hair?

For Babies

Head-to-toe washes, such as Johnson’s Head-to-Toe Baby Wash, are specially formulated to be gentle and effective. They cleanse hair without stripping away natural oils, leaving your baby’s scalp soft and moisturized. This is especially important for newborns and infants, whose skin and hair require extra care.

For Adults

For adults, what is Head and Toes shampoo and conditioner good for? If you have short hair or don’t require specialized treatments, a head-to-toe wash can be a time-saving solution. It's gentle enough for sensitive skin and avoids harsh chemicals, making it ideal for those with allergies.

Benefits for Babies

Parents often prefer head-to-toe shampoos for their simplicity. Products like Johnson’s Top-To-Toe Wash are tear-free, ensuring a comfortable bath experience. They are hypoallergenic and free from parabens, phthalates, and dyes, making them safe for everyday use on delicate skin.

Key Benefits for Babies:

Tear-free: Prevents irritation during bath time.

Hypoallergenic: Safe for sensitive skin.

Moisturizing: Keeps hair and skin hydrated.

What Is Head And Toes Shampoo And Conditioner Good For Adults?

Adults can also reap the benefits of head-to-toe products. They are perfect for those with sensitive skin or for anyone who prefers a minimalist routine. Frequent travelers find these all-in-one products convenient, reducing the number of toiletries they need.

Why Adults Love It:

Convenience: One product for hair, face, and body.

Gentle Formula: Ideal for sensitive or dry skin.

Cost-Effective: Less need for multiple products.

Can Johnson Baby Shampoo Promote Hair Growth?

While Johnson’s Baby Shampoo is not specifically designed for hair growth, it helps maintain a healthy scalp, which is essential for strong hair. Its gentle formula cleanses without removing natural oils, keeping hair hydrated. It’s suitable for those with thin or delicate hair, as it won’t irritate the scalp.

Is It Safe to Wash My Face with Johnson’s Baby Shampoo?

Yes, Johnson’s Baby Shampoo is mild enough for facial use, making it a suitable option for those with sensitive skin. Its tear-free formula minimizes irritation, making it a good alternative to harsher facial cleansers.

Is Johnson’s Top-to-Toe Safe?

Absolutely! Johnson’s Top-to-Toe is safe for daily use on both babies and adults. Its hypoallergenic properties and lack of harsh chemicals make it a trusted choice among parents and dermatologists alike.

Customer Feedback on Johnson Head-to-Toe Baby Wash

When it comes to choosing a product, reviews are invaluable. Johnson Head-to-Toe Baby Wash receives consistent praise from parents, who appreciate its effectiveness and gentle formula.

What Users Love:

Mild, pleasant scent.

Tear-free formula perfect for babies.

Keeps skin soft and prevents dryness.

Pricing Information

The price of Johnson’s Head-to-Toe Baby Wash typically ranges from $4 to $8 for a 500ml bottle, making it an affordable option for families.

Should Adults Use Head-to-Toe Wash?

For adults, using a head-to-toe wash can be an excellent choice, especially for those with sensitive skin or those looking for a gentle, cost-effective product. Many adults have embraced Johnson’s Head-to-Toe Baby Wash for its mild nature and skin-friendly ingredients.

Johnson Baby Body Wash for Adults: A Surprising Favorite

Interestingly, Johnson Baby Body Wash has gained popularity among adults seeking gentle cleansing options. Its fragrance-free formula minimizes irritation and offers a soft, clean feel.

Conclusion

In summary, what is Head and Toes shampoo and conditioner good for? It serves as an excellent option for both babies and adults who want a mild, all-in-one product for their cleansing needs. With its tear-free and hypoallergenic properties, babies can enjoy a comfortable bath, while adults appreciate the convenience and gentle care it offers.

For more insights into top personal care items like Johnson’s Head-to-Toe Baby Wash, visit our website at agoodshampoo.com

0 notes

cotaskitsolution · 10 days

Text

Best Baby Shampoo: Gentle Cleansing for Your Little One

Choosing the right shampoo for your baby's delicate scalp is crucial. A good baby shampoo should be mild, tear-free, and moisturizing. At Ahmarkt, we offer a range of top-quality baby shampoos to ensure your little one's bath time is a happy and soothing experience.

Tear-free: Prevents discomfort and irritation.

Mild cleansers: Gently removes dirt and oil without stripping natural moisture.

Moisturizing ingredients: Helps keep your baby’s scalp hydrated.

Hypoallergenic: Reduces the risk of allergic reactions.

Top Baby Shampoo Brands at Ahmarkt

While we recommend consulting with your pediatrician for personalized advice, here are some popular baby shampoo brands available at Ahmarkt:

Johnson's Baby Shampoo: A classic choice known for its gentle formula and tear-free properties.

Cetaphil Baby Shampoo: Ideal for sensitive skin, Cetaphil offers a mild and hypoallergenic option.

Aveeno Baby Wash & Shampoo: Contains soothing oat extract to help calm and protect your baby's skin.

Sebamed Baby Shampoo: Maintains the skin's natural pH balance for gentle cleansing

#onlineshopping #onlineshopingqatar #babyshopping #babyskincare #shopinginqatar #babyshampoo

0 notes

pureearth · 11 days

Text

Indulge In Luxurious Self-Care With Australia’s Finest Natural Body Wash

Hygiene is essential for healthy living, but self-care goes beyond just cleanliness. The right body wash not only cleanses your skin but also transforms your bathing routine into a soothing ritual. Our premium, aromatic natural body washes elevate your senses, promote relaxation, and leave you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Experience the ultimate in personal care with a body wash that nourishes both your skin and soul.

Experience Pure Earth: The Power Of Natural Products

At pure earth, we believe the best personal care products are cruelty-free and made with minimal chemicals. Our natural body wash collection is crafted with pure botanical extracts, designed to cleanse, hydrate, and rejuvenate your skin. Perfect for sensitive skin types, including those prone to rashes, itching, or psoriasis, our body washes are gentle, soothing, and free from harsh synthetic ingredients. Suitable for all ages, pure earth’s natural body washes offer a nourishing, irritation-free experience, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and revitalized.

Vibrant Variety For Every Mood

One of the standout features of pure earth's natural body wash collection is its wide range of refreshing fragrances. From the soothing notes of rosemary and lavender to the invigorating scents of bergamot, and mandarin, there’s a perfect option for every preference. These long-lasting aromas leave you feeling fresh and energized for the day ahead, while evening baths with our calming scents help you unwind and prepare for restful sleep. Gentle yet effective, our body washes not only cleanse and pamper but also ensure a safe, irritation-free experience, suitable for all skin types.

Effortless Refills With Our Subscription Service

At pure earth, we make it even easier to maintain your natural skincare routine with our convenient subscription option. Instead of worrying about running out of your favorite body washes or personal care essentials, our subscription service ensures you never miss a refill. Simply choose the products you love—whether it’s our premium body washes, lotions, or shampoos—and select how often you’d like them delivered. With just a few clicks, you can set up automatic deliveries, so your natural beauty products arrive at your doorstep right when you need them. Plus, subscribing means you’ll enjoy exclusive discounts, saving both time and money while keeping your skincare routine seamless.

Unlock Exceptional Value With Pure Earth Bundles

Pure earth's thoughtfully curated bundles offer the perfect way to enjoy premium personal care at an unbeatable value. Each bundle combines essentials like natural body washes, lotions, shampoos, and conditioners, giving you a complete self-care experience in one convenient package. Not only do these bundles save you the hassle of purchasing individual products, but they also come with exclusive discounts, making it easier to stock up on your favorites while staying within your budget. Whether you're treating yourself to a luxurious self-care routine or gifting loved ones, pure earth's bundles deliver both quality and savings, ensuring you get the best of both worlds.

Perfect Gift Options For Every Occasion

Pure earth's product bundles aren’t just ideal for personal use—they also make thoughtful and luxurious gifts. High-quality personal care items are something everyone can appreciate, making these natural body wash and skincare sets the perfect present for any occasion. Whether it’s a birthday, holiday, or special celebration like a wedding or baby shower, gifting these natural products shows that you care about your loved ones' well-being and self-care.

With pure earth’s beautifully curated gift sets, you can give the gift of relaxation and indulgence. For example, each eco-bundle combines a nourishing body wash, hand wash, shampoo and conditioner, all made from natural ingredients, ensuring a pampering experience without the worry of harmful chemicals. These bundles are especially great for people who love clean beauty and sustainable living as all product come in plastic-free packaging.

Plus, the elegant packaging of these gift sets adds a touch of sophistication, making them a standout choice for corporate gifts, bridal parties, or as a treat to encourage loved ones to unwind and indulge in some self-care. Whether for a friend, family member, or colleague, pure earth products make gifting both meaningful and memorable.

#Natural Body Wash

0 notes