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Fast hair growth methods

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Fast hair growth methods

Some people’s hair grows very hard. There is not even a method that they did not do to extend it. In fact, diet, regular grooming and cutting have great effects on the growth of your hair.

watch what you eat

In order for your hair to grow fast, you should choose protein-based foods. Foods such as meat, milk, eggs will not only facilitate hair growth, but will also help in its nutrition. Also avoid caffeinated and alcoholic foods. Caffeine and alcohol cause damage to your hair.

Take care of your hair while in the shower

Do not wash your hair with very hot or cold water. Hot water does not activate your hair follicles. Therefore, choose to wash your hair with lukewarm water. Because warm water allows the cells in your scalp to activate.

give a massage

The massage we will apply to your scalp is also of great importance in the growth of your hair. Since you have stimulated your scalp with this massage, your hair follicles will be revitalized.

for water

Consuming plenty of water has a great role in hair growth. Water not only benefits your health, but also nourishes your hair and makes it grow faster.

Get your fractures removed regularly

In order for your hair to grow fast, you should cut the ends of the ends at regular intervals. Excessive hair breakage causes delayed growth.

It is important to use it correctly

One of the important tips to remember is that you should apply the shampoo to the bottom of your hair and the conditioner only to the ends of your hair.

Stay away from shapers

If you want your hair to grow a little faster, you should not use spray and gel stylers for a while. When these substances reach the roots of the hair, they will cause your hair follicles to become clogged, causing them to grow more slowly.

7 recipes for hair growth

Masks made in natural ways help healthy and fast hair growth as well as healthy nutrition. With these 7 formulas, it is possible for your hair to grow healthily!

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hell is when you google whether something that is said beauty ads is true or not, and all the answers are "according to the CEO of Maybelline, skin moisturisation is important and buy our products" like shut up

[scobbe]

Interesting observation of gender while shopping for shampoo yesterday.

A couple weeks ago I’d picked up a travel-size of good ol’ 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner Pert! to take to the monastery. Worked as well as anything on my hair so I thought I’d get another combo (maybe a bit nicer than Pert!) for the summer, since I wash my hair a lot due to bug spray, etc. Of course I look first in the men’s section (where the Pert! is) because I like the fragrances better and there are quite a few options, though many have “caffeine” advertised on the bottle, like dudes have to be that hardcore to put caffeine in their hair!?!? So I move to the ‘women’s’ section and let me tell you there are like a total of THREE options for 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioners. Like if you are a woman you had better be buying both a shampoo and a conditioner for your luscious locks. Two bottles!!! Twice the cost!!! Twice the plastic!!!!

Not happy with any of the three options (one was a horrific pinky mauve) I returned to the men’s section and found one without caffeine. Nice fragrance too.

But I could not believe. Like Pert! has been around for ages, this is not rocket fuel, put the two in one bottle and save some money and some trash.

[cicidraws]

my hair is growing so fast already

[khulkarjiyo]

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[miss-floral-thief]

microdosing on self-care by eating gummies

[grvyrd-drms]

toby rogers 'early in the relationship' hcs :3

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A/N: as a cis girl i'll be writing from my perspective, but i am glad to try and write from a different view on request 💕 all are welcome!

CW: mild NSFW, afab!reader, brief mental health struggles

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-toby is a LOSER!!! he doesn't know how to talk to women, how to treat them, act around them, ZERO ZIP NADA!!!

-and thats what makes him so lovable. it's what made you fall for him in the first place, actually. he couldn't make eye contact, his stutter and tics got worse, he was quiet. he was so awkward it was kind of painful.

-but, obviously, he's a cutie. messy brown hair with those dark tired eyes. there was a certain mystery to him that just drew you in.

-takes a while for you two to get close. like literally. physically close. he's so nervous around any girl he deems attractive he'll just move away from you.

-after some time, when he can't take it anymore, through stutters and tics he finally kisses you. it's awkward and quick and he can't face you afterwards.

-you have to be the one to go in for more. he'll be a blushing mess, just standing there 🧍, nervous to touch you but by god are you heavenly.

-he took in every second of it. how soft your lips are, the smell of your shampoo still on your hair, what flavor gum you were chewing. his hands will cautiously find your waist, tugging you closer. his large calloused hands engulf your soft curves, rubbing circles into them.

-for an awkward guy he gets pretty smooth pretty fast.

-so afraid to get emotionally close to you. toby's petrified of scaring you off. the last thing he wants is to lash out at you, to say something he regrets, to lose you.

-he keeps you at arms length for a while. he's practically begging for intimacy (pathetic) but hesitant to go any deeper. prefers to know everything about you first.

-LOVES to get his hair played with. pls pls pls pls grow your nails out and scratch his scalp. he'll fucking melt.

-if you giggle into a kiss he's a blushing mess. he cannot stand how cute you are. toby's obsessed with you.

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[thefreakandthehair]

The tile floor is disgusting. 

Not Starcourt disgusting, but disgusting all the same. Grime build-up colors the grout lines, the back of his head is damp from condensation that drips down the sink he’s resting against, and there’s a damp spot beneath his left calf that he sincerely hopes is just the aftermath of someone washing their hands. A single lightbulb hangs in the center of the ceiling, dim but not flickering. 

Thank God, it’s not flickering.

It’s not the place to have a meltdown— he knows it’s not— but rationality is just the latest in the ever- growing list of things fighting the Upside Down took from him. After all, the dingy basement bathroom of a stranger’s house party is better than the densely populated living room of a stranger’s house party. 

He wishes Robin was with him, but he can’t bring himself to tear her away from the first real party she’s enjoyed. It’s not her fault that crowds set him on edge these days, or that he can’t stand the feeling of unfamiliar bodies pressing against him anymore, or that small talk about how humid it’s been lately makes him want to rip his hair out because how can anyone possibly give a fuck about the weather when the world nearly ended six months ago? No one outside of the group he’s come with gets it and he wonders if even in that group, even with the people he’s bled with, if he’s an outlier. 

No one saw him sneak down here.

He’s not expecting anyone to come looking for him. 

He should’ve known better. 

“Steve?” A voice whispers from outside the door. “Steve, it’s me. Open the door.” 

Robin. Of course. 

Steve drags a hand down his face, hovering near his nose where his fingers tremble at the bridge, and lets out a deep exhale before reaching over and unlocking the door. 

Wordlessly, he rights himself against the sink again as Robin locks the door behind her and sits cross-legged next to him. Silence sits with them, a welcome guest now with Robin’s comforting presence, her head tipping to lean on his shoulder and his falling to rest on hers. 

They sit like this for long moments, silence and the scent of Robin’s strawberry shampoo grounding him in the present. There’s no emergency, no threat, not when Robin is safe and clean and warm right next to him. 

Finally, he breaks the stillness. “You don’t have to sit here, you can go back to the party. It’s fucking gross down here.” 

“It’s way more gross upstairs without you there.”

“Oh c’mon, everyone’s up there. Eddie, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan. Vickie.” He looks down and grins, one eyebrow quirked up. 

Robin rolls her eyes playfully and gently elbows him in the side. “Shut up, oh my God. She’ll be there when we go back up or I can call her tomorrow. Besides, she’s with Nancy and Jonathan looking for you.” 

“Looking for me? Fuck, I didn’t think anyone would notice—”

Robin pats his thigh and cuts him off. “It’s fine, they all know you’re okay but we just didn’t wanna leave you alone in the Brain Tornado.” 

“Brain Tornado?” Steve asks. 

“Argyle’s words, not mine. But it’s fitting, don’t you think?” 

Steve contemplates for a few seconds, considering the years worth of fighting and hoping and living that spin him around in untethered and unpredictable circles. 

“Yeah, yeah it is.” Steve sighs. “How’d you know where I was anyways?” 

“I know you.” Robin says, simple and matter of fact, as if it’s not the best response he could’ve gotten. She readjusts her position to stretch out both legs in front of her and Steve reminds himself that they’re both in jeans and not Scoops uniforms. 

“I just don’t know how to fucking relate to people anymore, Rob. And the crowds, if something were to happen and I couldn’t get to the bat in my trunk fast enough, or get to you or Nancy or Eddie—”

“Hey, it’s okay, we’re all okay,” Robin rubs her thumb in soothing circles into his bicep with her opposite hand. “We’re safe. We won. It’s gone.” 

She says this like an oath and Steve wants to swear to it. It’s just hard. 

“I know. But it’s still… I don’t know. This huge thing happened and no one else knows, so we’re in this sea of people who have no idea we all nearly died six months ago? And they look at me like I’m still Party King Steve Harrington when that guy did eat it three years ago.” His heart begins to slow and he sighs, less anxious and more confused. 

“I’m not gonna pretend I know what to say to that because you’re right, but there are at least five other people here right now who get it. And we’re the lucky sons of bitches, getting to know the Real Steve Harrington anyways.”

Steve can’t help the delicate thing that blooms in his chest when he’s reminded of the odd little family he’s built around himself. Or, in some cases, that forcibly built themselves around him. 

“Besides,” Robin smirks and Steve immediately knows what’s coming, telepathic communication and all. “Some people upstairs really like the Real Steve Harrington. And he might be going a little insane looking for you outside with Argyle.” 

“Shut up, oh my God.” He mimics her tone from earlier and drapes an arm around her shoulders, his voice softening. “We’ll go up in a few minutes?” 

He doesn’t need to say it. Steve knows Robin hears what he means. 

Just a few more minutes with you, and then I can face the world. 

happy (sorta belated) birthday to @stobinesque! I know I already sent this so it's not technically late but the last couple days have been a little wild so I'm just late to posting. <333

[sleep-paralysis-buddy]

Want

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.

Hoppers old.

Or getting there at least.

And he knows it.

   But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.

   You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.

   So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.

The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.

   You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.

   'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.

   'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'

   'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.

   'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.

   Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.

His door.

That he forgot to lock.

    There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.

   'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.

   'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.

   Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.

   'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.

   But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.

   'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.

   'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'

   He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.

He wanted to break you.

   'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw  his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'

   He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.

   'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.

   So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.

   He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.

   As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.

   He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.

   'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.

   He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.

   'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.

   He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.

   'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'

   You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

   'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'

   His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.

   'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'

   And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.

   He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.

   'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,'  he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.

  

Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.

   He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.

[cozage]

Hey hey hey! It's me again XD I'm here to send you another angst request and you can write it with any OP charaters that you like! The request is how they would react to their s/o dying unexpectedly from an illness but when they kissed them goodbye on the lips, their s/o came back to life and said 'your love is my cure' or other cheesy phrases cuz Idk what to write lol ?

A/N: RAINBOWSTAR HI IVE MISSED YOU I HOPE YOU ARE WELL

Characters: reader x Law, Luffy, Zoro

Cw: reader death, angst

Total word count: 800

True Love's Kiss

Law

He can’t figure out why your heart rate is dropping so fast. He’s done everything he could to try and help you, but nothing is working. 

Your heart stops, and he’s in a full panic now. Immediately starting CPR. Praying to anything and anyone to let you live somehow.

When he presses his lips to yours, he’s desperately hoping for a miracle.

He hesitates just a moment before breathing air into your lungs, and he’s startled to see your eyes fly open.

A gasp escapes your mouth, and he looks at you, unbelieving that you’re really still alive. 

He buries his face in your chest, taking a few uneasy breaths and trying not to cry from the relief of you being okay. 

You comb your fingers through his hair and steady yourself, trying to recall what happened or why he’s reacting this way, until he finally speaks. 

“You died,” he says. His voice is thick with tears, which you try your best to ignore. If Law is crying, then it must’ve been serious. 

“You saved me,” you reply. You don’t feel like you have just died. Just like you woke up from a really long nap. 

“No, I couldn’t. I couldn’t do any-“

“I’m alive now aren’t I?” You ask. “I guess your lips really can heal anything”.

He’s so thankful that you’re alive, he doesn’t even respond to your stupid joke 

Luffy

He’s shaking you, begging you to come back to him. He’s screaming and sobbing and impossible to console.

Zoro tries to pull him away so Chopper can treat you, but Luffy knows. He’s been here before. 

Chopper knows too. Everyone knows. So they just sit and watch their captain fall apart. 

He’s clutching you to his chest, he doesn’t want anyone else near you or touching you. He’s still sobbing, but it’s growing softer into whimpers.

He gives you soft kisses across your face, silent pleas for you to wake up. His lips finally meet yours, a final goodbye to you.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, and the entire crew takes back a step in shock. 

“Luffy?” You groan, still pressed against him so tightly it hurts. “You’re crushing me.”

He just holds you tighter, returning to hard sobbing again. “Stay with me,” he chokes out. “Please don’t die.”

“That’s impossible,” Chopper whispers. “Y/N was dead.”

You take a second to process. “I guess a true love's kiss brought me back.”

“If I give you more, you better live forever,” Luffy says, covering you in even more kisses. 

Zoro

He carries your limp body to Chopper, begging him to fix you. But he knows it’s too late. He doesn’t know what you were hit by, but he knew when he pressed his head against your chest, your heart was still. 

He lays you on the ground for Chopper to run an examination. Chopper confirms his worst fear. It was too late.

He holds you, running his hands through your hair, whispering words of apologies to you. He blames himself, of course. He wasn’t strong enough to keep you safe. 

He presses his lips into your forehead first, taking a deep inhale to try and remember your smell. He’s having trouble accepting the fact he’ll never smell your shampoo again, never see your smile. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

He moves his lips down to yours, giving you one last kiss as a goodbye. He pulls away to find your eyes staring at him, scared to see him so sad.

He drops you in shock, his face contorting into a weird mix of confusion and joy. He doesn’t know how to feel or what’s going on, and you're just as confused. 

“What the hell?” he yelled, prompting Chopper to look up and see you alive and well. The reindeer screams while you look at your boyfriend in confusion. 

“What?” you ask, irritated that was his reaction to kissing you.

Zoro just stares at you, mouth agape. You can see his eyes are still watery, and the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds until Chopper screams. “You were dead, Y/N! Really dead!”

“No I wasn’t,” you shoot back, trying to hide your panic. 

“You were,” Zoro whispered. He lunged at you, his lips pressing against yours for a long time. 

You finally push him off of you, gasping for air. “Damn, Zoro! Don’t kill me again!” you said, feigning a coughing fit. “Although, I guess you could, as long as you bring me back with another kiss, mmkay?”

Before he has the chance to say something snarky back, you lean in for another kiss, and he happily accepts it. 

[flowercrowngods]

some hurt/comfort cuddles for @t-boyeddie. because you deserve nice things and cuddles

🤍 also on ao3

Steve feels endlessly pathetic pulling up to the Munson trailer with a hammering heart at two in the morning, feeling like he has nowhere else in the world to go. It’s a lie. He knows it’s not true, knows that his brain is lying to him, knows that his thoughts got all tangled up and messy somewhere between noon and midday, knows that all he has to do is breathe through it and just get this day over with.

But he can’t breathe. And he can’t sleep. And he—

He needs a hug. He needs Eddie and his stupid, sweet, lovely koala hugs with his goddamn hair all up in Steve’s face. He needs it so badly that he can’t wait until tomorrow — and now here he is, pulling up to the trailer.

He gasps a little in the silence of the car when he spots a familiar figure sitting on the front steps, a blanket around his shoulders and a cigarette in his hand. Tears spring to his eyes — pathetic little tears that he refuses to allow right now, so he blinks them away. But the longer he looks at Eddie sitting right there, looking up at the approaching car with a smile that’s slowly growing, the more he feels ready to fall apart. And he will, if he’s not held together.

And Eddie is so good at holding him together. Steve needs him close; can’t wait even a second longer.

Steve cuts the engine and is out of the car in one swift move, walking over to wonderful, beautiful Eddie who is gloriously, miraculously awake.

His quick steps on the gravel match the loud, rapid beating of his heart, and then Eddie is getting up, closing the distance between them just as fast, until they’re crashing together in a tangle of arms and a gentle hand on the back of his head that’s pulling him close, close, closer.

“Hey, baby,” Eddie breathes into his cheek, his temple, his hair, and Steve wants to melt into him. Wants to cry now that the world smells like Eddie again, feels like Eddie again; now that the world is Eddie again. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head where it’s still hidden in the crook of Eddie’s neck, his hands clenching in the soft, worn shirt he’s wearing to sleep. He wants to say, No, not really. Wants to say, It’s stupid. I was just lonely for a little too long. Missed you. Missed you, missed you, missed you.

But he can’t say anything. The words get lodged in his throat and the thought of speaking makes the world feel so overwhelming again, makes him feel like a failure and a fuck-up and all those things his mind tells him that he is on nights like this.

Things that he knows he isn’t. He knows! But knowledge doesn’t protect him on nights like this.

What protects him is the way Eddie sways them gently this way and that, silent in his own right — humming slightly to give Steve something to focus on. It makes his eyes sting again, so he burrow’s further into his love’s neck.

“I’ve got you. Was waiting for you, you know? Had a feeling. Just a feeling, Stevie. So glad you came.”

It’s good. It’s good he’s here. Eddie is glad. Eddie doesn’t judge him or hate him or think he’s too much, think he’s pathetic, think he should talk and explain and be as strong as they both know he can be.

Steve takes a deep breath, inhaling Eddie’s scent, his shampoo, his aftershave, the cigarette smoke and the laundry detergent. It settles him, and he can practically feel his frayed mind smoothing out, can feel his racing heart slow down, can feel his hands unclench from Eddie’s shirt as he breathes like he couldn’t all day and all night.

Once he’s calm enough that he doesn’t feel like he’s about to snap and break and crumble any second now, he slowly lifts his face and meets Eddie’s eyes. Even in the dark, illuminated only by the street lights and scarcely lit porch lamps, he looks so kind. So patient. So genuine.

So, so lovely.

“Hi,” he breathes, carding a hand through Steve’s hair, and Steve feels like a fragile little thing again — but gentler this time, because he knows Eddie is holding him. Because he knows Eddie won’t let go.

“Hi,” he croaks, wanting to try again with the words. It doesn’t feel good, doesn’t feel right. Maybe tonight isn’t for talking then.

“Do you wanna come inside? Stay the night with me? I’d hate to let you go now that I have you, Stevie. How’s that sound?”

He nods before Eddie even finished the first question, watching the smile unfold on his face until it’s full and wide, his hand not stopping its motions through Steve’s hair.

“Come on in, then, beautiful.”

Eddie leads him by the hand, leads him inside, entirely unwilling to let Steve go. He guides him through the dark trailer that Steve knows so well by now and doesn’t let go of his hand even as he makes him sit on the bed.

Steve looks up at him as Eddie steps between his legs and holds him close again, knowing that Steve loves this position. He can hear Eddie’s heart beating like this, can wrap his arms around him completely and just hold on forever and ever as Eddie plays with his hair.

“You’re pretty,” Eddie murmurs then. “And smart. And kind. And I’m incredibly lucky to have you here with me, Stevie. Do you know that?”

He does. It’s not why he’s here. It’s not why he can’t talk tonight. He just… He just needs Eddie.

So he doesn’t react, which is a language they have made for nights like this, and instead holds on even tighter around Eddie’s middle and leans back, falling onto his back on the bed and pulling a laughing Eddie with him, who gets the memo instantly and wraps his entire body around Steve.

The grounding weight of Eddie on top of him is what makes a few of the silent tears fall, because he gets to have this now. Because it’s okay. It’s good. Eddie loves him. He’s not a fuck-up.

Eddie brushes a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his cheek, and holds him. Tells him good things in a soothing tone sometimes that go right over Steve’s head because he’s busy losing himself in the steady beat of Eddie’s heart, the rise and fall of his chest that he’s now resting his cheek on, with Eddie’s arms around his shoulders. He’s focused on the vibrations of his voice that carry through his whole body and right into Steve’s. It’s a magical feeling that he wants to chase, so he trails his fingers down from Eddie’s adam’s apple to the middle of his chest, and up again, every time he talks. It makes Eddie laugh, makes him shiver, makes him brush more kisses to Steve’s forehead.

Quiet cuddles in the dark of Eddie’s room allow Steve to breathe again even as he buries his nose in Eddie’s neck, almost smothering himself just to make him laugh again, call him ridiculous, and tell him, “I love you.”

Steve smiles until he falls asleep still half on top of Eddie, who promises not to let him go. And he doesn’t. He won’t.

[4everhyucks]

just thinking about perv!haechan who owns a cafe right down your apartment so you tried getting a part time job there. in shock that you immediately got hired by the boss himself without even going through an interview.

perv!haechan who tells you to call him by his name instead of boss.

perv!haechan who sneaks glances beneath your skirt when you bend over to get a cake out of the chiller.

perv!haechan who touches the skin of your hand intimately when teaching you how to do latte art. breath hitting the back of your ear as he inhales the scent of your shampoo.

perv!haechan who presses his crotch against your ass from behind as he pretends to reach for something in the cabinet above you.

perv!haechan who accidentally spills his cup of water all over your white top, in hopes to see what bra you’re wearing underneath. sometimes he even takes a cloth to help dab your now see-through shirt dry, grinning inside when he feels how fast your heart is beating.

perv!haechan who imagines you sucking him off when you squat down beside him to get something from the drawers below.

perv!haechan who lets the rest of the workers leave early except you, just so he could secretly see you change out of your work clothes in the staff room without anyone noticing.

perv!haechan who openly flirts with you one fine day which made your panties wet with every comment. you’re counting the money in the cashier during closing when he starts grinding his hard on against your pussy, causing you to moan and drop the money in hand all over the floor.

“h-haechan?” you stammer, feeling a gush of wetness seep out of your heat.

“so fuckin’ wet, and it’s all because of me?” he asks, landing a slap on your ass, and a whimper leaves your lips. “you like that huh? what a slut,” he mumbles, leaning down to nip on your ear.

“wait, what if someone comes in— they’ll see.”

haechan ignores you and slides your panties down your thighs. he’s literally drooling at the sight of how wet you are, arousal dripping onto the floor, and its all for him. he licks his lips, “then let them,” he says as he plunges his raw length in you.

“fuck—!” you scream, hands scrambling all over the table to find something, anything to hold onto. haechan smirks, cock growing harder when he sees how much you’re struggling to take him in.

your heart stops when you hear chatters out the entrance but haechan showed no signs of stopping.

“s-someones coming haec—”

“shut up.” he slaps his palm over your mouth, pushing your upper body low enough to hide you behind the cashier.

the bell rings, indicating the customers had walked in.

“sorry we’re closed,” haechan says in a polite tone while his cock is still sitting inside of you.

you hear mutters of the group of people leaving and haechan wastes no time in fucking you again.

“bet that turned you on so much,” he yanks your body back up by your hair, “could feel your pussy clenching ‘round my cock so tightly.”

you whine at his words, the feeling of your climax approaching.

“c’mon, cream all over this cock.”

[wheredafandomat]

Fractured

Prince! Loki x Asgardian reader

18+ | contains some smut. This was so random I know but I had a lil idea and wanted to see where it went.

You were one of the first told of Loki’s arrival back to Asgard and his arrival in the palace. Unaware of where Frigga had sent him, you made your way to his chambers before preparing him a bath, wanting him to be able to relax. You didn’t know what condition he was in or what state of mind. Word of him looking worse for wear spread around the palace like wildfire before you heard the door of his chambers opening and managed to see for yourself how he looked.

“Loki.” You greeted as you took him in. You couldn’t help but smile at his valiant form; it had been a while since you had seen him dressed like that. “I have prepared your bath.”

“Join me.” He insisted, making his way through to the next room where his bath was waiting. You followed after him, your brow furrowed in slight confusion as you tried to gauge his state.

“Loki?” You began, looking away slightly as he quickly undressed.

“If you wish to leave, you can leave” he dismissed, stepping into the bath “although take note, my heart grows ever fonder in your presence.” He smiled, eyeing you almost hungrily.

Taking a deep breath, you undressed for him, reveling in the feeling of his powerful gaze on you as you exposed yourself to him. Everytime his eyes were set on your body, it felt like the first time. Once you were naked, you grabbed a rag before stepping into the bath. Soaking the rag, you gestured for Loki to come towards you as you pointed to the gash on his forehead. Coyly, he shook his head no leaving you huffing as you moved closer to him before reaching up and dabbing away at the dried blood. You leant over him, your bodies touching as you reached above his brow. You couldn’t help the small smile that played on your lips as Loki took the opportunity to kiss down from your neck to the swell of your breasts. You couldn’t deny how much you had missed him, how much you had missed simple moments like these ones where you could just be content with one another, the times where you found solace in his presence.

“I have missed you.” You hummed, eyes closed as he took one of your erect nipples into his mouth.

“Don’t fret for I am right here.” He answered, releasing it with a pop before pressing a loving kiss against your lips.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” You offered, opening your eyes.

“Let me wash yours,” he answered, “turn around.” He smiled. Turning around, you settled between his open legs, allowing yourself to rest backwards against his chest.

“Someone really has missed me.” You giggled feeling his hardening length nudging your back.

“Ignore him.” Loki chuckled, reaching for a bottle of shampoo before squeezing some into his hands and massaging your scalp.

“That feels so good.” You spoke, melting against him, your husband, as his skillful fingers worked through your hair. Cupping some water, he washed it out of your hair as you remained relaxed against him. Eventually, one of his hands left your hair before running down your back and snaking around your body where it trailed down your stomach. Instinctively, you opened your legs, eagerly awaiting his touch before his name fell breathily from your lips.

“Just stay relaxed for me.” Loki spoke in your ear, placing a kiss just below it as his other hand cupped your breast, kneading it as his finger traced your clit.

“Loki.” You mewled softly again, your back arching away from him as you threw your shoulders back.

“Relax.” He whispered, licking the shell of your ear as he applied more pressure to your clit, circling it fast as your hips moved on their own accord. The water around you both sloshed against the sides of the bath, almost spilling out as Loki lightly pinched one of your nipples, two of his fingers working against the bundle of nerves concealed between your legs.

“Norns Lokii.” You sighed contently, feeling that familiar warmth spread through your body.

“Let go.” He commanded, rubbing fast circles on your clit before you came with a quiet call of his name. It had escaped you how much you truly had missed him, even in his presence.

Eventually, the two of you got out of the bath, Loki helping you out as your shaky legs threatened to give way beneath you. You made your ways back to his bedroom where you dried off in comfortable silence.

“You know when I was out there, I thought about you, I prayed to you.” Loki spoke as he dried the ends of his hair.

“What?” You answered, slightly confused as he stepped towards you, his cock heavy between his thighs.

“You are my strength” he smiled fondly, looking into your eyes as you looked into his with an almost sadness “like the—” he began, running his hand against your cheek before he noticed you shy away from his touch. You didn’t mean it, it just happened. There were moments like these ones, when you’d piece together where he had been, where he had been sent and it felt like a million tiny daggers piercing your heart at the same time. “What’s the matter?” He questioned, concerned.

“Nothing” you lied “nothing's the matter.” You smiled, reaching up to kiss him. Loki kissed you back, his arms wrapping around your body as he held you. The kiss grew more feverish, both of you getting onto the bed before Loki was lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting inside. Your hand moved up and down his bare back as he fucked you. You tried to settle your mind, to enjoy this rare encounter but you could only think about the repercussions of this meeting. You’d feel good now, you’d share a bed now and then you’d be heartbroken again. A stray tear fell from your eye as you closed them, focusing on now. You felt Loki’s tongue against your cheek, licking it away, making everything better.

“As I slayed men where they stood, I thought only of you” he mused, thrusting harder as you bucked your hips up into his, his words the million tiny daggers “I slaughtered them in their droves y/n.” He reminisced, moving faster.

“Loki.” You said, the word coming out as something between a moan and an attempt at interrupting his ramblings.

“You should have seen me, you’d have been proud” he grinned, slowing his thrusts as his cock moved through your folds leisurely “I was valiant y/n, a king.”

He quickened his pace again, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he fucked you into the mattress, your body pleasured but your mind troubled.

“I watched the life d-drain from their eyes and yet my—my mind still conjured images of you” he grunted against your ear, thrusts growing sloppy “my q-queen.”

“Cum Loki.” You spoke into his ear, your hand holding the back of his head as you commanded him like he had done you earlier. You couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. You moved your head to the side as he kissed your neck, sucking against it as he came, breaths heavy. You comforted him through his high, kissing him before you insisted he was tired and needed rest. He was more susceptible now, whatever charms placed on him wearing off as he fell asleep.

Once you were sure his breaths had evened out, you left the bed, securing a robe around yourself as you made your way to Frigga's rooms. Knocking, you awaited her greeting before entering.

“He is unwell” you stated, eyes full of worry “where did you send him?”

“I—” she began before you interrupted.

“He still speaks of war, he still lays with me as one would a wife.”

“Y/n.” She tried to relax you.

“War is what ruined him in the first place.” You protested. “How could you?”

“The war is in his mind y/n, he isn’t in danger, he finds peace when I transport his mind there.” She tried to reason.

“He was bleeding when he came back.”

“Merely for theatrics.” She dismissed.

“So what do I do? Continue playing the doting wife until he’s lucid again and remembers we’re severed?”

“You love him y/n.” Frigga countered.

“But he doesn’t love me and it breaks me every time the old him shines through.”

“You vowed you’d help nurse him back to health y/n, all I ask of you is your love for him.”

So like the real battle is his fractured mind? On reread/edit, I’m not sure what this is at all 💀

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[sunoosets]

NAH BCS- have you seen that one stage or idk where jw lifts one member (I can't remember who) or smth? he would definitely be into fucking you on the wall while carrying you🤭🤭

i have, i have, but i can't find it😓 i get what u mean tho, so i hope u enjoy<33

Jungwon would love fucking you against walls if it meant he could be carrying your weight. The strength and power he would show made his self-esteem grow, as well as his cock. Which he wouldn't hesitate to rub on your clothed pussy, while his fingers dug deeply into the flesh of your thighs and held them apart. Spread, so he could place himself between your legs and moan while he humps you with his bulge🤭

He loved holding you up against the cool plaster of your bedroom wall, kitchen wall, living room wall. Wherever. He loved pressing you up against it, and letting you rely on him. Settle yourself on his palms, which carried you so effortlessly. It was evidently easy in that position, too. Jungwon would allow your legs to tie around his waist and let your feet cross over at the back. Your hands would be trailing down, between his shoulders, and the fingers you would bring up harshly, dragging deep into his flesh made him whine.

He could push his cock into you easily, having you so near. He could even tease you, and you couldn’t retaliate, as he was the one holding you. Jungwon would often hump his leaking cock on your pussy, not gifting you the relief of having his thick length inside of you. Pumping. He would even tease his swollen, pink tip between your folds, and let it drag through the slick and rub over your neglected clit. In the end, he would always give in. Not taunting you for long, as his own cock would twitch and beg for your warmth around him. Sucking him in.

He was also entirely into fucking you against walls because of your own reactions. The lust that would flash along your corrupted gaze when you watched his face be scrunched into an expression of focus. Brows furrowed, lower lip being chewed lightly. Eyes concentrating firmly on your body, and your body only, as he held you up and snapped his hips into you. You had also verbally stated how much you liked his muscles flexing when he held you. Biceps twitching and the tendon in his neck showing whenever he had tossed his head back. Hair falling against his eyes.

He loved seeing you so close, and the faces you made just because of him, and the fast, accurate thrusts that made you clench around him, and almost buckle his knees. The position allowed your heated core to be pressed firmly on his hardened, desperate cock. He would twitch, and you would whimper. You would pulse needily on his bulge, grinding softly, and he would buck up into your clothed clit. So overwhelmed with the proximity. Your bodies were physically entwined. The heat spread further than your stomachs as your sweaty chests were pressed along each other. Skin rubbing on skin. Fingers and palms clutching and sliding along each other’s features, collarbones, and shoulders. Thighs were being held harshly, gripped harder with each smooth drag Jungwon would let his cock take inside of you. Pushing into you until his hips had collided with your own. Breath, hot and heavy, would meet the other’s heated cheeks and light them a faded red. You could smell his shampoo each time he lay his forehead to rest between your shoulder and neck. Sighing heavily with pleasure, muffling his moans into your damp, shaking flesh. His hair would tickle your jawline, and then he would kiss below your ear. Making your head fall back against the wall, and your chin tilt upward as his soft, plush, warm lips would glide along your throat. Sucking while he fucked you dumb along the plaster. Your body moving up, and down the wall. You had only hoped it was soundproof, as the two of you were vocal. Jungwon with his desperate grunts and groans when his cock would slide back and forth between your wet walls. You with your soft whimpers, and needy moans into the air between you.

Plus, being able to squeeze and rub your thick thighs between his palms and fingers was something that made his stomach do flips. Having full control, and being able to satisfy you made him cum hard🤭

[pa1n-0f-l0ve]

୨ৎ: handjob, sub!bill, 2000s Bill, dom!fem, First person fem POV

୨ৎ: sweet boy

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The calm morning gave me motivation to go out shopping for Bill and me, frolic around, go to sex stores, etc. I thought Bill would be okay alone at home in bed, considering the fact he adores sleeping - especially in our soft and giant bed. I expected to see my love all curled up adorably in the blankets, his black hair all over the pillow, his long eyelashes resting on his pretty face.. but no. Instead, I hear soft cries coming from the bedroom.

Concerned - as I obviously should be, I walked to the room down the hall. I saw poor Bill weeping on the pillow, tears adorning his pale, chubby cheeks. “Baby what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I ask concerned, pushing his choppy layers out of his face as he cried.

Bill wiped at his teary eyes, trying to clear the ducts that blocked his vision. His slender arms wrapped around my waist as he snuggled his head into my chest. “You left me.. and you didn’t leave a letter. I got sc- scared..” he blushes, his chubby little cheeks coated in an all natural coral.

I smile at the cute boy in my bed, his adorable bed head, his natural face, his pretty eyes.. “you must be feeling very submissive today?” I joke, this behavior was out of the ordinary for Bill.

“M- maybe.. can you help me?” He pouts slightly, his brown eyes holding hopefulness behind them. “I- I wanna wear my socks..” he mummers, the embarrassment and vulnerability laced in his voice.

I pet his hair gently before saying, “well good for you, I bought you a new pair for when you bottom!” I tell him. I want to make sure Bill feels all better and loved after being upset earlier.

His brown eyes bright up in pure excitement, a small smile making its way to his slightly plump lips, “really?! Let me see please!” He begged. I reached into one of the bags pulling out a cliché pair of white thigh highs with little satin bows. When I show these to Bill, his small smile grows a little more.

“Here baby boy, let me put them on for you.” I grab his tiny thighs pulling the long socks over them, the white bows adding a nice comparison to his milky skin. I soon take off his shirt and boxers as-well, revealing his flat and pale tummy. His cock springing out on full display slapping against his tiny stomach.

I grasp his cock in one hand, the other unoccupied until his slender and pale one connects with mine. “Aw you wanna hold my hand!” I tease while giggling slightly, Still slightly stroking at his hard member.

“Shut up!” He whines, voice all strained and high pitch due to the attention his cock is receiving from my hand. With each stroke his body jumps slightly, his body thrusting upward on the bed. The cute pale boy melting completely under my touch.

“You’re such a good boy, you look so pretty like this.” I praise, making him feel loved and happy after his upset mood earlier. His soft whimpers and moans getting louder and louder as I continue to fist fuck him. My motions changing paces between fast, slow, and medium.

Bill’s plump lips fall open more, as strings of ‘yes’ and ‘oh’ slip between them. His cute little moans get louder and louder as time goes on. I know the sweet boy is close to cumming right in my palm. His slender, manicured, Hand grips mine tightly as his white seed shoots over my palm and his tummy.

Bill takes his hand out of mine, looking down at the mess he made on his tummy. “Billa go hop in the tub.” I say, petting his hair and giving him princess treatment after all. Bill obeys, walking to the connected bathroom and running his water the way he wants. His thin yet tall body sinks in the pit of the tub, only his neck and head can be seen.

I meet the pretty boy in the bathroom, grabbing the shampoo and squirting it in my hand I start to massage at his scalp. Rubbing in slow motions, my nails slightly digging into his hair. I focus on getting the cute boy all clean before wrapping him in a towel and making sure he’s all cozy in bed for dinner.

[weird-an]

"This town sucks, Maxine. I don't get why you like it here," Billy says, sucking on his cigarette and flooring the gas pedal.

Max rolls her eyes - like Billy would ever like anything. Even in California, he talked shit about the dates he had been on, about how Neil wants him to drive her around, how the waves had been shit that day. She only ever saw him happy when he was hanging around with Argyle, the big dude with longer hair than her, who always smiled so contagiously that even Billy grinned occasionally.

She can't remember the last time she saw Billy smile, she suddenly thinks. Not in Indiana, only ages ago in the Californian sun.

"Because I've got friends," she tells him, thinking of El's shampoo smelling like strawberries and Lucas giving her his cone of blue moon ice cream. "People that really care about me."

Billy's jaw works.

"Wait until they find out you skate like shit," he says finally. It sounds strained and a bit wet, like he's about to cry. Which can't be, because Billy only cries when Neil leaves and he thinks no one can see him. "Wait until they think you're not cool anymore and they've got no use for you."

Is that what Billy thinks friendship is? A farce to get what one wants? She can't take the thought, thinks of Billy always smelling like hairspray and going to every party in town. But Billy hangs out with Steve, right? He doesn't talk about it at all, but Dustin always moans about it when she sees him.

"Not everybody is like that," Max says. Her heart feels funny in her chest, like it's too big to fit in there. "There are people that like you for who you are."

"Grow up, Maxine." Billy turns around a corner with screeching tires and Max grabs the door's handle.

"Steve likes you," Max says, because why doesn't he see it? Does Billy really feel like that? It makes her sick, even though he's an asshole most of the times. "Dustin says you're all he talks about."

"He does?" Billy stares at her, voice unsure and weirdly hopeful, cheeks tinged pink.

"Pretty sure he does." Max stares back, for a second, wondering what she's seeing right now, before she remembers they are still driving way too fast and Billy's big blue eyes are still on her.

"Billy!" she screeches. "Watch the road!"

"Don't be such a chicken, shitbird." Billy snorts and drives even faster, but keeps his gaze fixed on the road. His face is still red.

"I'm not a chicken!" Max flips him off. It's easier to pretend to hate each other. It's easier than to worry about him. It's easier to say he isn't her brother, because if he is, it's too complicated.

"You are." Billy makes a noise. He clucks. "That's what you sound like all the time."

"Fuck you!"

Billy clucks again. What an idiot. "That's all I hear."

But he smiles. It's tiny. It feels precious. Max doesn't want to pretend. Maybe one day she won't.