#massage treatment journey

[buzz-season]

i think the difference between the barbie's treatment of ken's in barbieland vs the ken's treatment of barbie's in kendom can be summed up pretty easily actually:

barbie's ignored ken, realistically they were given an opportunity to have their own lives and do what they wanted and they didn't do it. everything revolved around their barbie's, ken would only have a good day if barbie did or if barbie acknowledged him. they never tried to do anything they genuinely wanted to.

whereas when the ken's took over, they brainwashed the barbie's into liking them and doing things for them. they would bring them beers and act like waitresses, give them foot massages or watch films they otherwise wouldn't be interested in. they became mindless and existed to serve the ken's. they were no longer just friends with the barbie's, they didn't want barbie to love them back, they wanted to own them.

people talking about ken falling down the patriarchy pipeline out of neglect or loneliness but why couldn't the ken's form friendships and communities like the barbie's did? why is it up to barbie to ensure that ken doesn't feel that way? at what point is it acceptable to blame barbie for ken's feelings? barbie let ken come to her party, watched him beach, held him whilst he went to the hospital, agreed to let him go on her journey, says hi to him when she sees him, things friends do and things she's shown doing with all the other barbie's, but if he still feels loneliness after that because she doesn't want to kiss him or doesn't love him back, why is that barbie's fault? meanwhile the entire time ken is ignoring other ken's out of his fixation on barbie and is even trying to "beach" other ken's off and causing problems with other ken's to gain barbie's attention

to me it's the perfect representation of the real world in the sense that women will leave men alone, men will want to own women, and women will be blamed for men's neglect and loneliness but it's a paper cage they create for themselves because they refuse to see women as individuals and arguably they don't actively try to create and nurture communities in the same way women do. ken's story is sad yes, but it's a story of his own design and what makes it worse is that he blames barbie for it. not himself, not mattel, no the real world but barbie, who's friendly disinterest in him means that she should be the one who is blamed and punished

[dilfl0v3rss]

restriction

“why you keep playin’ wit me ma?” your hands were held behind your back as ony pounded into you. ass clapping onto his stomach each time he pulled back from penetrating your g spot. you believed you absolutely did NOT deserve this treatment and no matter how much you wanted to scream out to him, you will not be giving your boyfriend the satisfaction of seeing you break. as you continued to defy him, you thought about what got you here in the first place…

papa🫶🏽

‘you got two minutes to get in this car or im da leaving you home’

you roll your eyes at onyankopon’s impatience. how he gon offer to take you to the mall then complain about how long you were taking to get ready? if you knew this was how he was going to act you would’ve declined without hesitation. you were just finishing putting lotion on your body after leaving the shower when you got the text so you decided to just threw on a sundress, cropped jean jacket, and slides so you don’t get left. you had recently gotten a silk press so it made the most sense to just quickly throw your hair up in a ponytail before jetting out of the house.

ony admired you from the drivers seat, licking his lips while staring you up and down. he looked like he wanted to eat you. truth is, he loved seeing you without makeup. the lipgloss and lashes combo always making him so weak, but rest assured he still felt you looked beautiful either way regardless if you had a full face or not. the attitude that was bubbling in you was quickly diminished when you were greeted with his large hand on your neck and a slow kiss on the lips. “ooouuu you look so good mama” ony said as he started playing with your ponytail. he loved how natural you looked. your beautiful skin and hair was making him want to drop all of his plans a take you right now in the driveway. “thank you boo now let’s gooooo” you smiled as ony pulled out and started his journey to the mall.

right when you walked into your first store you realized that you were in such a rush because of ony that you forgot to put on some panties. fear instantly rushed through you as you skimmed through the clothes on the rack, looking behind you to see your boyfriend scrolling through his phone. “you need any help with anything?” you whip your head around to the employee who snatched you from your thought. she was offering her assistance on a dress you were eyeing.

as you spoke to her about sizes you can almost sence your boyfriends stare. being the protective man that he was, ony walked up behind you to listen to what was going on. “yea they’ll both fit but i think this one would fit a little tighter and will help really show off your figure.” the employee said as she pointed to the smaller black dress in your left hand. she insisted that you try them both on anyways to see your yourself.

the fear that was instilled in you was forgotten as you mindlessly walked towards the fitting rooms. your slides clapping onto the floor as you moved. your man loved the way you walked, but he absolutely hated when you dragged your feet like this. the clapping sound so loud in the store making him lift his head from his phone to complain. that was until he realized that something was off about your dress.

your ass always moved when you walked and since you wore thongs often it could be easy to assume that you weren’t wearing underwear when you actually were. but that assumption is always easily debunked when your boyfriend could grab your waist and feel your panties sitting nicely on your hips, so instead of jumping to conclusions he decided that he’d try that first.

“gimme a kiss ‘fore you go in there” ony says with a fake smile as you hang the dresses up on the hook connected to the door. you absentmindedly turn around to give your boyfriend a kiss, mistaking his uncertainty for his regular clingy attitude. as he massaged your hips ony instantly got the answer he was dreading. you had no fucking panties on. it was never really an issue when panties were discarded with other clothes like pajama pants or some baggy sweatpants, but when it came to dresses he always preferred you to wear them. especially since you gave him shit for free balling with sweats so he felt that the least you could do was keep the same energy.

you turned back around to walk into the dressing room when your movements are halted by ony’s hand around your wrist. “you got panties on?” your eyes slightly widened as your memory returned to you. scared shitless that if ony was even the slightest bit suspicious with your answer he’d embarrass you. “mhm” before you can say anything else, you are lightly pushing into the small room, your boyfriend towering over you as he stood in front of the now closed door. “aight lemme see then.” you were done for…

and now you’re here. getting your guts rearranged from behind as your angry boyfriend held your wrists in his hand. “why you keep playin’ wit me ma?” you couldn’t even reply with how deep into you he was hitting. all excuses that were attempted quickly shot down with even harder thrusts. “and don’t blame me again cause puttin’ panties on only take like two seconds” it’s not like you purposely ignored putting on your underwear. you really were in such a hurry that they were forgotten, but ony wasn’t hearing none of that as he picked up his pace, feeding you all eight inches of his dick.

“da-daddyyyy im finna cu-ummm” he didn’t let up one bit as he kept on punishing your pussy. slapping you on the ass with his free hand before sliding it up your back. he gripped the back of your neck. “hold. that. shit.” each word was matched with a hard thrust as your arch deepened. you did as you were told, holding in that release while your pussy clenched around ony’s dick. you were so tight that it was getting harder for him to move around and that irritated him. he competed with your defiance with hard thrusts. “open that shit up ‘fore i really get mad”

“but i c-cant t-take it daddyyy” you whined as you tried to slowly crawl away from him. doing your best to take some of his inches out without the help of your arms. ony immediately caught on and put your other wrist in his free hand. yanking you upward as he thrusted into you so hard you screamed. he pounded into you at a quick pace, head slightly turning to see your tears drip from your face to the sheets. “you gon’ take all dis dick. i don’t give a damn if you pass out. you done when daddy say you done.” you were being absolutely destroyed right now.

your release was getting harder and harder to subdue at this new angle, but you knew if you didn’t hold it now you’d get done much worse later. this was easier said than done though since ony was deciding to whisper dirty words in your ear, hoping you’d defy him again so he can fix you. “shit so wet baby i’m starting to think you actually like pissing me off just so you can get fucked like a slut.” you grew wetter at your boyfriends words, trying your hardest to calm the tight coil in your stomach. ony knew you felt like you didn’t deserve this and he kinda agrees. he wasn’t even really mad that you weren’t wearing panties he was just mad because when he asked you about it you decided i’d be better to lie than come clean. then when you were caught you couldn’t even take responsibility and immediately pushed the blame to him.

“papa please i can’t take itttt” you whine, pulling ony out of his thoughts. he abruptly released your arms, letting you fall to the bed and fix your positioning. during this he kept stroking you roughly. if you weren’t going to say sorry on your own he was just going make you say sorry. ony licked up your back, not stopping until he reached behind your ear. he put both of his hands on the bed near each side of your head, leaning down so he can whisper dirty promises to you. you were ready to burst when you felt his wet tongue dance up your skin. ony knew it would make you weak, deciding to continue by licking and sucking on the back and sides of your neck.

“you like that? yea you do mama, i can feel you squeezin’ me” he was breaking you down. the strong defiance you once had was getting fucked right out of you and there was nothing you can do to stop it. well nothing you can do but apologize. “tell daddy you sorry mama. y’know ion play that shit” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to stroke you to perfection. your walls fluttered around his thick dick as you felt your release begin to approach. “please pa it’s too much….m’gonna cummm” you ignored what he said, hoping he’d just let you cum. your whines fell on deaf ears as ony kept pounding into you, his plump brown lips kissing and licking all over your shoulder and neck as he waited for you to say what he wanted to hear.

your release was on the tip of your tongue now, the veins on his dick rubbing you perfectly as you began to try to fuck yourself back on him. every time you did this ony knew you were on the brink of a hard orgasm, the slick from your pussy only increasing as your g spot only needed a few more touches for you to reach heaven. a small smirk grew on your man’s face as he began stroking you so hard you saw stars. you were really being a brat today which he didn’t have the time for. if you really weren’t going to say sorry this way then he was going to use an even better punishment for you. your mouth opening in a silent scream as you gripped the sheets as tight as you can. the feeling of your sensitive clit rubbing the sheets as well as your entrance being fed deep strokes made your pretty brown eyes roll. your release was right there, on the tip of your tongue and all you needed was a little more to reach your end, but then it was gone…

ony stilled right inside of you, his heavy breathing chest making the both of your bodies move as you felt him shoot his thick ropes of cum into you “fuckkk mama….so tight” he groaned, rubbing his orgasm in your face before giving you a few more strokes and pulling out. a loud whine flew from your throat as you quickly reached behind you for his arm, trying and failing to get him to enter back inside of you. “daddy waittt m’so close” ony did nothing but laugh, getting off the bed before going towards the bathroom to run himself a shower.

“if you can’t apologize then i can’t fuck you. ima give you two weeks to get it together before i fuck you again”

[malusokay]

How I grew my hair to hip length

I think I'm at a point in my hair journey where I'm pretty close to archiving "perfect hair", so if you're looking for some tips, you've come to the right person. <3

My Routine:

I wash my hair every two days. I have straight brunette hair, so it's pretty obvious when it starts to get oily, but I've learned that training your scalp is BS, so just wash it when you feel like it's necessary!!

Hair oiling. I use Amla Oil once a week; I apply it to my scalp and massage it throughout my hair. I only oil once a week because I have to double cleanse my hair after each time, and it's annoying lol

Olaplex. Olaplex was a game-changer for me; I listed my products down below!! Only use Olaplaex when your hair feels dry or damaged tho!!

Protective hairstyles for the night. I ALWAYS sleep with two Dutch braids, I've tried my hairstyles, and this one has been my favourite!!

I don't use heat. The only thing I do is blow-dry my hair when it's already like 80% dry!! Letting your hair air dry completely can make it oily. :)

Trimming your ends. I Trim my hair every 3 months by myself. Invest in a good pair of haircutting scissors; it's so worth it!!

Products I use:

Lush. I've tried many things, but the 'Fairly traded honey' shampoo and the 'American Cream' conditioner are my all-time favourites!!

Olaplex. Nº.6 Bond Smoother 1x every week, Nº.7 Bonding Oil 1x every two weeks, Nº.4C Bond Maintenance Clarifying Shampoo 1x every 4-6 weeks.

Moroccan oil. Moroccanoil Treatment Light like 1-2x a week.

Other stuff I use: tangle teezer wet detangler, silk scrunchies, Dyson Blowdryer, silk pillowcase.

Simple Do's and Don'ts:

Eat more protein

Take collagen subelements

Try overnight hairstyles like 'overnight curls' to avoid using heat

Don't dye or bleach your hair

Don't use heat or styling tools

Never sleep with wet or damp hair

Some more secrets and weird stuff:

When I'm bored I trim my split ends one by one lol don't ask

I would rather eat rat poison than use a curling iron or cheap shampoo

If I have to sleep without my silk pillowcase I will definitely cry

I'm terrified of regular hair ties

braid your hair when it's windy and you have to leave the house!!

Brush and braid your hair with good intentions… again… DON'T ASK!! >:(

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions, glow-up tips and further questions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[snowivivienne]

VIVI HAIR RULES ୨୧

If you want long, shiny, soft and healthy hair here are my rules that I stand by

૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

1. Don’t try and “train your hair” - if it’s oily, wash it. Healthy scalp comes before anything, even if that’s washing everyday. (Which isn’t damaging despite what people say btw) If you can go longer then that then do it.

2. Do a pre-shampoo treatment, I use coconut oil. If you feel it messes up your hair, most likely you aren’t washing it all off, so instead try a coconut based oil instead of whole coconut oil. Keep this on your ends for at least 30 minutes before showering.

3. Do not go to bed with wet hair.

4. Do a head massage everyday for at least 5 minutes, don’t use your nails but instead use the pads of your fingers.

5. SPLIT YOUR ENDS AT HOME. This is so important, check for split ends regularly. If you see any, cut them right away.

6.Don’t be tricked by marketing! I actually prefer drugstore haircare to high end.

7. Use bonding treatments, l’oréal has a new bond repair line that is good!

8. Microfiber towels, soft hair ties, and silk pillowcases.

9. Protective Hairstyles before bed.

10. Always oil your ends. I like jojoba oil and you only need a tiny bit. It will add a nice shine and protect your hair.

11. Embrace your natural hair color and texture, avoid bleaching, dying, and relaxing if you can

I could ramble on for hours about hair, but these are definitely some of my basic rules ! I hope this helps you on your long hair journey 💕🧁

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Idle Hands

I'm clearing out my drafts, so please enjoy this super short one shot. I'm not all that happy with this, but I've been working on it for months, and if I kept working on it, it was never going to get posted.

Contains: Historically inaccuracy around coconut oil and rum, fluff, smut (P in V).

933 words

John gets bored on your spa vacation.

When Tommy suggested you and John go to one of those new fandangled spa resorts by the sea to take a break from the rush and smoggy air of Birmingham, you knew it would be a change. What you didn't know was how bored you were going to be, one can only soak in the Grecian pool so much.

When you returned from your spa treatment, John was lying on one of the couches in your room, naked under the towel wrapped around his waist as he read the Birmingham Times, looking disinterested. You walked behind the loveseat and wrapped your arms around his body as he twisted himself to kiss you. He pulled back with a smile and took a deep breath. "You smell like that fancy rum we give to the Toffs at the Eden Club, the one from the Caribbean."

"Yes, I just spent the last hour getting a coconut oil massage." It was nice, but even a trained masseuse had nothing on John's strong, capable hands. You made the short journey around the seat and sat next to him, but he grinned and lifted you onto his lap. "What are you doing?"

His eyes filled with mischief as he placed his hand on your thigh. "I got lonely without you."

His calloused fingers grazed your inner thigh, his trigger finger the roughest as they slowly slid closer to the leg opening of your loose linen shorts. "I'm sorry, Dearest. You could have come with me. They did have a couples option."

He started running his fingertips up and down your leg, from your knee to just inside your shorts and back again, before letting out a sigh. "I'm bored shitless, love. There's nothing to do here."

You raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? I can think of a few things."

The way he grinned and tilted his head told you the game was on, and a bulge radially grew in the towel as he pulled you into a kiss. You couldn't decide whether to remove his towel or your shirt, and the room filled with laughter as your hands collided midair in the rush to choose. The towel fell away as the knot came undone, and a moment later, his hands found your bare skin.

He palmed your breasts as his lust filled eyes raked over your body. "You're so fucking beautiful." He pushed himself up and pulled you further onto his lap as his lips found yours with force, his teeth meeting your flesh as his hand moved to your lower back to press you to his hard cock. The kiss turned softer as his other hand made its way to your core.

He smiled into the kiss as his fingers ran through the mess between your legs. He swallowed your moans as he zeroed in on your clit and dug your nails into his ample bicep as your head fell against his chest. He was infuriating sometimes; his need to take his time and enjoy it like he was walking through an interactive art gallery made you far more desperate than you were willing to admit. "John, please, you had your fun this morning, have mercy on me."

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, and you fought the urge to sink your teeth into his plump lower lip as he brought his fingers down to your entrance. Just as you were preparing to protest again, he pulled his fingers away and grabbed his cock before rubbing it up and down your slit. "Well, hop on Love." He held himself steady as you slid down and settled into his lap.

You stayed still, adjusting to his size as one of his hands landed on your lower back while the other found your cheek. His fingertips brushed your cheekbone as you started to rock your hips, and his nose bumped yours as affection poured from his mouth. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest as he took over the pace and you buried your head in his neck as your nerves lit up like the night sky during a bomb run.

He hit his stride, and an inferno followed the path his hand made from your back to your clit as he rubbed it in tight circles while your breath caught in your chest. Your teeth found the junction of his neck and shoulder as the sparks of pleasure grew overwhelming while the steady pressure of his cock on your G-spot made your thighs twitch against his firm body.

He was grunting like an animal, snapping his hips up at the end of each stroke to kiss your cervix before pulling out almost all the way and starting again. Your nails dug into his skin and opened your mouth to warn him of your oncoming fall over the edge, but he already knew and took you in a searing kiss as he pushed you over it. Your world spun as you landed on your back and he folded you like a pretzel as used all his leverage to slam into you.

It was so much it almost ached, but just as you were about to try to beg for mercy between desperate breaths, you felt him pulse inside you, and his weight collapsed on top of you while his chest heaved and his hips stuttered with aftershocks. He took a deep breath, and you felt his lips fall all across your face in gentle kisses. "You right, Love?"

You nodded. "I'm great. Are you still bored?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, I'm great too."

Fin

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Focus

Summary: You had been signed up with Joel and two other people to patrol to the radio tower in Cody. After getting there you offer to take first watch, leaving Joel coming up with a... creative idea to test how good of a sharpshooter you really are.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, teasing, flirting, kissing, smut (Oral f receiving; unprotected sex; cream pie), 2 ass slaps, some biting, guns, shooting

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The ride to the radio tower in Cody was not something you looked forward to when you read your name on the patrol rotation board. 

You did not particularly enjoy sitting on horseback for a longer amount of time ever since you injured your tailbone just before you got to Jackson almost four years ago. The injury had fully healed of course, but certain movements still made you sore. 

But you were never one to complain and saw the bright parts of such a journey. 

Spending one on one time with Joel Miller for example. 

Not that you didn’t spend time with him anyway ever since he moved into your home almost two years ago. But there was something exciting knowing you and him would be almost alone for miles and miles. Well except for the two other people who were also on patrol which would be Eugene and one of the newer residents of Jackson a young woman named Katy. 

„I could talk to Maria, tell her you’re sick,“ Joel offered, his chin resting on your shoulder as he stood behind you his chest against your back, his arms caging you against the counter where you prepared a big to go cup (thanks to a Starbucks raid earlier this year) with Coffee for him and a fresh mint tea for you. 

„That’s awfully nice of you, but I finally convinced myself to pretend it’s like a little 3 day vacation.“

„Oh yeah?“ He asked and you nodded, smiling as you felt his nose against your neck, breathing you in. 

„Jup. You know, five star accommodation in a… abandoned farmhouse, food and drinks all inclusive, spa treatments….“ You listed. 

„Oh yeah I can see it. Rustic survival experience package included,“ he hummed and you chuckled. 

„See? The amount of money you’d have to pay for that like twenty years ago,“ you put the lid on both of the travel cups and turned around, tilting your head up to look up at him. His hair was still wet, combed back. He had shaved a little, leaving his beard a little shorter than usual. There were tiny wrinkles around his eyes as he looked at you, a small smile on his lips, his brown eyes soft and… happy. 

It was a completely different version from the Joel you met three years ago when he and Ellie first got here. 

It took a lot of time and patience to get to know this version of Joel, the version he only showed to the people he loved. 

You got on your tiptoes, kissing him softly on his plush lips. 

„Come on, we gonna be late,“ you whispered and he pecked your lips again, sighing as he parted from you and picked up both of your already packed backpacks, leaving you to carry the cups and sandwiches you had prepared for the journey.

With your rifle over your shoulder, your backpack and a bag with some food strapped to your horse, Ellie let you borrow Shimmer, you were riding next to Joel behind Eugene and Katy who were currently playing a game of car (yeah, hilarious, they already saw one in the last three hours).

You had another hour to go and you were already looking forward to taking a nap first thing you got there. You had volunteered to take the first watch during the night, giving you perks of not having to set up camp and clearing the area of infected. 

„You okay?" Joel asked and you turned your head to look at him, giving him a small smile. 

„I’m fine,“ you said as he looked at you and he sighed, not believing a word. 

„Want me to give you a massage later?“ He asked, riding a little closer so only you could hear him. 

„I don’t know, if I can afford a spa treatment. Money is a little low,“ you teased him and he sucked his bottom lip in, shaking his head, fighting a smile. 

„We’ll find a way for you to pay, don’t you worry,“ he hummed and you couldn’t help but smile at him for a moment longer before your eyes drifted away from him to watch your surroundings. 

It was almost dark when you got to the radio tower in Cody. The four of you made quick work of checking the building, before you spend some time talking and eating together. You took a thirty minute nap, Joel waking you up so you could start first watch.

You were looking forward to stretching your muscles while on the watch of threats, stretching your body after riding all day. Not that something had ever happened here before when you were out on this trip.

It was getting colder, winter fast approaching. 

Joel had given you his winter jacket to keep warm before he laid down into this sleeping bag, reminding you to wake him up in four hours so he could take over second watch. 

You still couldn’t get used to how dark the night made the world around you ever since the outbreak. There was no twinkling light of a city in the far distance, no noise of a far away high way.

You were on the roof of the tower, the whole landscape surrounding you.

It was dark and quiet. The only light source the half moon, the only noise an owl somewhere in the woods beside the house. 

You saw some deer while watching out through the scope of your rifle but you decided against taking one down. 

You did not have the right tools to put it apart and take back to Jackson so you watched them while they were running around. 

A noise behind you let you jump, your rifle still in your hand. Turning around you watched Joel as he walked up to you, completely dressed apart form his coat you were wearing, watching you with a little amused smile. 

„Could have shot you,“ you sighed, taking a deep breath to calm down your rapidly beating heart. 

„What a way to go,“ he joked and you rolled your eyes. You turned away from him, your eyes back on the landscape in front of you. 

„What are you doing up?“ You asked. 

„Couldn’t sleep,“ he hummed and you felt him getting closer until his arms came to rest on the railing in front of you, his body caging you in. You felt his warmth even through the layers you were already wearing, wondering if he was getting cold, only wearing his undershirt and Flannel. 

„You should try anyway. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow,“ you said and he hummed. 

You stood there in silence for a while before you felt his lips on your jaw. One of his hands left the railing, pulling a little on the coat you were wearing until he could access more of your neck, his lips wandering down. 

„What are you doing?“ You asked quietly, your head tilting to give him more access.

„Nothin’…“ he hummed, sucking on your skin. His hand slowly unzipped your coat, grunting when he found another coat beneath it. 

„How many goddamn layers are you wearing?“ He asked irritated and you grinned to yourself. 

„Enough to stay warm all night,“ you said and he made a disapproving noise, pulling the zipper of your second coat down. His beard scratched over your skin when he finally found a sliver of your skin with his fingers, his lips humming against your neck. 

„Joel…“ you warned, the rifle still in your hands, propped over the railing, ready to be used immediately in the case of an emergency. 

„Just keep watch baby. Don’t mind me,“ he said, his fingers now running down your stomach, his fingertips slipping under the waistband of your jeans all while his lips kept kissing your neck. 

You took a deep breath before you relaxed your shoulders. You felt him smile against your skin, before his other hand let go of the railing and he opened the button of your jeans. 

„I want you to focus on keeping watch, baby. Can you do that for me?“ He asked, his lips against your ear while his fingers pulled at the waistband of your jeans. Your breath hitched, you head nodding. 

„I need words,“ he said and you whimpered. 

„I do. I can, Joel,“ you mumbled.

„Good girl,“ he whispered and your knees buckled at his low praise.

The rifle was by now slumped in front of you, only held up by the string over your shoulder. Joel slipped your jeans and panties down to your knees before his warmth left your back. 

„I want you to keep your hands on the railing. You gonna want to hold on to something,“ he said and your hand shot out, gripping the railing, fighting a whimper.

You had no idea what got into him, but you weren’t about to question him. 

His fingers brushed up the back of your thighs, making you sigh. 

“Gotta be quiet. Sound travels from up here. Don’t want Eugene knowing what we’re up to here, huh?“ he said before you felt his tongue lick through your folds from behind, front to back. 

„Fuck,“ you gasped, letting your hand fall in between your shoulders, your eyes slipping closed. 

„Nuh uh. Keep that eyes on you surroundings. Want you to keep watch while I eat this pussy,“ he said and you bit into your bottom lip before you tilted your head up, your eyes focused on the dark landscape in front of you. 

Joel licked you slowly, humming against you, both of his hands pulling your asscheeks apart, exposing you fully to him. You moaned quietly as he ate you out, his tongue slipping inside of you, fucking you with it slowly. 

„Shit,“ you whined, wiggling in his grasp. He slapped your ass. 

„Stay still. Tell me what you see,“ he hummed, you felt his breath on your ass. 

„Wha..at?“ You asked. 

„Tell me,“ he licked, „what you see. Got a job to do. Don’t let me stop you from it,“ you could hear the grin in his voice, before he slapped your ass again. Harder this time. 

„Fuck. Fuck okay,“ you said. You blinked your eyes a couple of times, your gaze wandering around as you felt Joel’s tongue flick over your clit.

„There’s… There’s a family of deer not far from here,“ you started. He hummed, his lips closing around your clit, sucking slowly. 

„It’s two big deer and five smaller ones. They… Fuck the younger ones are jumping around,“ you whimpered, your knuckles starting to hurt form how hard you were gripping the railing. 

„What else?“ Joel asked and you groaned. You took a deep breath, trying to find something else. 

„Ho-ORSES, fuck right there,“ you moaned and you felt him chuckle as he focused his tongue on your clit while two of his fingers entered you without any resistance, angling them inside of you, his fingertips brushing over the spot only he seemed to be able to find immediately. 

„Joel please,“ you mumbled out of breath. 

He played your body like he played his guitar, with strong hands an nimble fingers, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm, your insides clenching. You could feel it deep in your bones, your muscles tensing. And just before you could fall over the edge Joel stopped. His fingers pulling out. 

You whined in disappointment and Joel bit into your left ass cheek. 

It’s then that you both heard it. The unmistakable noise of infected. 

You tensed, your hands gripping the riffle, pulling yourself in position. 

Joel held on to your hip as he got back up, the weight of him behind you keeping you focused. 

„How far away?“

„Far,“ you whispered, your finger now hovering over the trigger. With one eye closed you kept an eye on them through the scope. It were six or seven, you could not say for sure due to the darkness. 

„Think you can take them out from here?“ Joel asked and you heard him unbuckle his belt, fighting the urge to turn around to watch what he was doing. 

„What are you doing?“ You asked, your eyes still fixed on the slowly approaching danger. 

„Nothin’. Shoot them baby. I know you can. Best fucking shot we have in Jackson,“ he hummed. You were now leaning over the railing, the gun sitting over it, pointed towards your target. You steadied yourself, fading out everything around you, your eyes finding your first target. 

It looked like it had been a young man before it got infected. You breathed in, pulling the trigger as you breathed out, a shot ringing out and that was when Joel chose to thrust into you hard, making you stumbled minimally forward, gasping out. Joel’s arm came around you, reloading the gun for you, his cock deep inside of you. 

„Next,“ he hummed against your ear. You clenched around his cock, making him choke out as you took back control of the gun. 

„A little warning would have been great,“ you turned your head to look at him. He just kissed you once. 

„Where would be the fun in that? Go on, lemme check how good of a shot you are while you’re fucked,“ he said and you couldn’t stop a low moan from your throat as he rolled his hips. 

„Someone woke up horny,“ you mumbled to yourself and you heard him chuckle. You leaned back forward, your eye searching for your next target through the scope. When you found it, you didn’t think, you just pulled the trigger, watching it fall down, while Joel bottomed out and thrust back into you hard. 

„So fucking wet,“ Joel groaned, slowly fucking into you. 

You reloaded the gun, lining up the next shot, trying to steady yourself as you took the shot, Joel thrusting into you hard again. 

„Fuck,“ you whimpered.

„Gonna make you cum so hard once you took them all out,“ Joel promised and you gasped as you reloaded the gun again. 

Every time you pulled the trigger he thrusted into you so hard you had to push back against him to not stumble forward. 

It was after eight shots more (you only missed one) that you secured the weapon and put it down. 

„My good girl,“ Joel praised you, his arm pulling you up against him. You wiggled yourself out of his coat, wanting to feel him closer. One of his arm wrapped around you, his hand gripping one of your tits over your shirt.

„Please make me cum. I’m so fucking close,“ you whimpered, bringing your hands up to hold on to his arm wrapped around your chest. He fucked up into you deeply, his other hand coming down in between your legs, finding your clit. He circled his fingers over it while he continued to fuck you. 

„I’m… Fuck I’m gonna cum,“ you moaned, meeting his thrusts as best as you could.

„Shit, keep squeezing my cock like that,“ he grunted against you ear. 

It was within the next few second that you exploded around him, your lips parted in a silent scream, shaking around him. 

„Fuck baby. Can I cum inside you?“ He asked and you nodded. 

„Last period ended three days ago. Should be fine,“ you whimpered. 

„Fuck, you sure?“

„Joel please come inside of me,“ you whined and he groaned, thrusting a handful more times before you felt him twitch inside of you, fucking his cum inside of you. 

His head came to rest on the back of yours, you both out of breath. 

„What was that all about? Not that I’m complaining,“ you asked and he huffed a laugh. 

„Woke up horny for you,“ he said and you both chuckled. He slowly pulled out of you and you hissed a little. 

He pulled up your jeans for you after he tucked himself back in and you turned around in his arms. He had pulled his coat on and you put your arms under it, hugging him close.

„You took them all out?“ He asked, looking down at you. 

„Sure did.“

„That’s my girl,“ he smiled and kissed you. 

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: How To Learn To Love Yourself & Heal From Toxic People

Allow yourself to feel all your emotions and thoughts, authentically and without self-criticism or judgment: Acknowledge that you're grieving. Accept that you need to mourn your loss. Even if it is better to move on in life without these people, it is healthy and completely valid to grieve the relationships you had with these people – regardless of whether they were one-sided, deluded, or otherwise toxic. Allow yourself to cry, be angry, lie in bed, etc. Hit a pillow, sleep in all day on a weekend, or wear a set of pajamas for a WFH day. Give yourself permission to engage in self-soothing behaviors without any type of self-harm or self-sabotage.

Rest, relax, and pamper yourself in your leisure time: Spend time taking it easy – reading, watching TV, doing a face mask or another indulgent skin treatment, using a body massager, cooking dinner in a silk robe and slippers, lighting a candle, cozying up in a blanket, etc. Allow yourself to feel at peace. Create a sanctuary in your space.

Take time for introspection and self-discovery: Being in any type of relationship with toxic people is draining and can cause you to feel as though you've lost a part of yourself by trying to make the relationship succeed. Now, it's time to reclaim yourself after you've courageously cut out these toxic people from your life. Consider and honor your deepest desires, values, interests, hobbies, lifestyle, goals, aesthetic, food, sexual, entertainment preferences, etc. Go on a self-discovery journey to figure out who you really are, what you believe, and who you will work to become as you enter this new, exciting chapter of your life.

Journal, read, eat healthily, work out, drink plenty of water, and sleep: Go back to the basic healthy habits. Try to journal for at least 5-10 minutes a day (using a 5-minute journal, morning pages [writing 3 pages of stream-of-conscious thoughts first thing in the morning], journal or shadow work prompts), make 2-3 whole food, plant-based meals with carbs, veggies, fruits, proteins, and healthy fats, find some ways to incorporate movement into your day – 30-minute walk or yoga session is enough if that's all you can manage consistently, have your body weight in ounces of water daily, and sleep for around 7-8 hours a night. Do some inner child healing by taking care of your core needs.

Indulge in all of your favorites: There's a lot of fun you can have when you have total freedom regarding your daily activities and choices. Give yourself permission to enjoy this solitude. Wear your favorite outfits every day (occasion-appropriate options, of course), including pajamas, loungewear, lingerie, and accessories. Make your favorite meals and snacks throughout the week (incorporating some healthy options in there to feel your best – I love a good oatmeal bowl, frozen grapes, baked Japanese sweet potato, or a hummus and vegetable plate). Watch your favorite TV shows or movies. Indulge in a glass of wine you love or reread a favorite book. Create a masterful playlist. Plan a day of your favorite activities (a long walk, getting a coffee, indulging in a spa day, going to a farmer's market, going to a yoga class, etc.) Treat yourself like your own best friend.

Get comfortable doing things alone: Honestly, no one cares or is paying attention to if you're doing activities alone or with someone else. If someone shows too much interest in your solitude, they're probably projecting their own insecurities regarding their perceived social ridicule. Take yourself shopping, to the nail salon, out for a meal, to the movies, etc. alone. Personally, I love doing most of these things alone anyways. Running errands alone gives you some space to clear your mind and think freely.

Define what an ideal social life and/or relationship looks like for you: Once you've become comfortable with yourself and living life on your own terms, it's time to embrace your desire for human connection and socialization. Consider the types of people you want in your life – their values, personalities, interests, goals, favorite activities, relational boundaries, etc., and where/when/how often you want to interact with them.

Create an action plan: Reconnect with the people in your life who continue to show up for you and have been a light through these toxic relationships and their lasting effects over the months or years. Decide on the places, groups, and ways you'll reach out/try to meet these people. Figure out how to expand your network, and make new connections. Don't be afraid to put yourself out there. You won't vibe with everyone you meet, but it is worthwhile to engage in small talk with several strangers if even one of these new faces, later on, becomes a good friend or acquaintance. A varied social circle is a great way to enrich your life.

Take small steps, then strides: Be gentle on yourself throughout this entire process. It is perfectly okay to take one day at a time during the grieving process. Everyone's healing journey will look different and evolve at a different pace. Don't let these toxic people remain in your heart, mind, and spirit. Remember that you deserve love, kindness, happiness, success, peace, and patience.

[almostheav4n]

Tomorrow Never Came: Chapter 4

masterlist | ao3

pairing: joel miller x f!reader rating: 18+ warnings: unspecified age gap, hints at past SA, no break-out, no y/n, no reader description, discussion of past trauma, reader develops a reliance on him, hints at a ddlg relationship in terms of a caregiver x little relationship (reader is of legal age), sexual content (oral & penetrative sex) word count: 6,434 summary: set in Texas in the 1980s, Joel picks you up on the side of the road when headed west, you embark upon a journey of self-discovery with the help of a seasoned man

“Cause in your pickup truck with all of your dumb luck is the only place I think I’d ever wanna be”

Joel is all you smell throughout the night, his taste sits on your tongue as your bodies mold against one another, shared breaths within your conjoined slumber. 

Despite the heat, despite the non-functioning air conditioner, you find it difficult to break away from him… so much so, that you wake up sticky, feeling him peel apart from you in the morning. 

A hushed mumble flows through your lips, upset at the sudden loss of contact that comforted you throughout the night as you turn into yourself, curling into your own warmth before hearing him shuffle around the room, eventually the shower turning on. 

Sleep fades as you blink back your drowsiness, settling your line of sight on the yellow light cast from the bathroom door that remains ajar, an idea forming into your head as you fling your shirt from your body, your underwear dropping to your ankles as you pad over, slipping into the bathroom, your foot connecting with cold tile as it is easy to move past the curtain into the tub-shower. 

Joel’s there, nude, standing in his full glory. He faces the water as he holds his head under the stream, letting it coat his locks as you try not to check him out too thoroughly, your eyes roaming up his legs, a blush settling into your cheeks as you check out his backside, raising a nearby cloth. 

You press it softly to his back, wiping at it, earning a small and almost missable jolt as you soak the cloth in water before scrubbing at his back. 

“You’re grimy…” You tease, washing the tanned skin there before moving to his arms, finding a few scars and moles. 

He sways and sighs as your hands roam his backside, reaching to his shoulder to turn him slightly. 

He goes, as you ignore his burning gaze that settles on you. Truth be told, you debated keeping your clothes on, feeling suddenly insecure at the prospect of being seen nude by Joel but impulsivity took the reins, and here you stand, guiding a cloth over the hairy barreled chest of a man. 

Your eyes do peek up at him, his chest rising and falling quite quickly as his darkened eyes focus into yours, an animalistic gaze as his eyes greedily roam over your body, a cloth suddenly coming up to wipe at your brows as Joel brings it across your face lightly, gently. 

He leans down slightly, his mouth pressing to yours in a soft kiss before breaking away, his eyes narrowed in on your chest as he shows zero hesitation, his large hands coming up to cup your breasts as they spill into his hands, a soft gasp escaping your breath as he latches on, a deep growl luring in his throat. 

It isn’t difficult to notice where he grows needy between his legs, his hardened self perking up to slap loosely against his abdomen as the water drips onto it, twitching where it remains untouched. 

You think to touch it only to watch Joel’s head dip down to your chest, his mouth opening onto your breast as he massages the other, your hands flying to his head to steady yourself. 

The heat from his mouth coating where he sucks, his tongue flicking around your nipple as you audibly moan, not being able to contain your pleasured sighs as your fingers screw into his hair, his mouth switching to the other as his beard moves against the soft skin there, your other breast getting the same treatment as his rough hand grasps and kneads. 

You allow your head to fall back, your lip sucked between your teeth as his mouth leads away from your chest, warm rushed kisses placed, leading down your stomach as you scrunch your brow, feeling his mouth move closer to your core. 

“Joel… what're ya doin’,” you speak, breathlessly confused as he adjusts you so your back is to a nearby wall, leaning as he drops to his knees. 

“Just need ya to relax, tha’s all darlin’,” He hums, suddenly lifting one of your legs, your hands flying back to his head to center yourself as you lean the rest of your weight on the wall, your leg resting on his shoulder as he fits his face between your open legs. 

“Jesus Christ- what the f-OH!” The air is punched from your lungs as his lips connect with your lips, his tongue snaking out of his mouth fat and wet, searching between your folds. 

“I’-I-I” You are unsure of what you mean to say, his tongue laying flat to lap up your juices that drip between your thighs and coat the hair there. It’s a different pleasure you barely knew existed, you knew of sex, knew about male oral but forgot your pleasure. 

Joel didn’t, he knew your pleasure like the back of his hand, his tongue toying around your hole as it circles eagerly. You try not to think of other women he’s pleasured in such a way. 

He’s a beast you discover, his hunger causing him to groan onto you as he takes his length in his free hand while the other cups onto your ass, grabbing a handful to squeeze. 

You can feel it build within you, the need, the desire, knowing he knows what he’s doing. He’s done it once, he can do it again. 

Your hips suddenly move against his mouth to ride against his tongue that sneaks up between your folds only to sharpen like an arrow and land on your bud, a cry expelling from your lips as you grip his head, your other hand caressing your breast, trying to mimic what his tongue did to your nipples with your own hand. 

He flicks at your bud, before flattening his tongue to press to it completely, the continuous friction causing you to moan, your cries filling the space of the bathroom, echoing off the walls. 

“Can you finish for me, baby? You need more?” He pokes his head out from under you, your eyes flying open to his, shaking your head, begging him to continue, almost pushing his head back under, watching as he returns to his position.

It barely takes a few moments, grasping onto his head aggressively, your hips stilling as his tongue pokes and swirls around your bud, a shudder releasing over your body as your hips ride out your high, your thighs shaking as you rest all your weight onto him, your head back, resting on the wall as you relax into the final moments of your orgasm. 

He holds you as he moves to stand, allowing you to rest on his chest as he begins to clean you, your legs weak as you sigh into his warm chest, feeling a soapy cloth roam your body. 

Eventually, a towel is wrapped around you, your legs swept from the tub as you are curled up to his chest, a tiny giggle expelling from your lips as you are carried to the edge of the bed. 

You knock your feet together, still giddy and your brain hazy from the previous interaction, watching him fumble around the room, getting dressed as you drip onto the bed, nuzzling into the towel around you, replaying the previous moments over and over in  your head.

Soon a hand is cupped below your jaw in a familiar manner, your chin raising to see Joel standing above you, fully dressed, slight concern in his gray eyes as he asks the question without words, are you okay? 

You nod, nuzzling your face into his palm caught in a puff of delight, floating high from your previous high as you press your lips to his inner hand, letting him know you are just fine. 

Eventually, you rise, changing into some random pieces of clothing before slipping shoes on. Joel follows you out the door with the luggage before hopping into the truck with you.  

The engine roars awake as you settle into your seat, the heat from the rising sun burning against your back thigh as you reach over to grab his cowboy hat on the dashboard, placing it atop your head as he gasses out of the lot. 

The brown rusty wasteland helps you understand you are somewhere in Arizona, the trip passing in a blur. It upsets you, you find, wishing the trip could be stretched into months. The idea of being with Joel in his pick-up truck is enough. 

After passing over a few towns, Joel settles on one, pulling the truck into a gas station. He gets out and you follow, desiring to stretch your legs as Joel gives you a glance from across the bed as he opens the gas tank, a warning.  

You return his stern look with a smile followed by the poke of your tongue, teasing him for his need to know where you are at all times. You enjoy it secretly, enjoy how his eyes follow you wherever you go, how he enjoys being in your gravity. You feel the same about him. 

Not long into the pumping session, an older woman comes out of the small station offering you a butterscotch which you take, thanking her as you unwrap it, watching as she offers Joel one before he declines.

“Where you all from?” She smiles kindly as you sway on your feet, looking to Joel for his answer, running his hand through his hair as you realize you’re still wearing his hat. 

“All over,” He mumbles, unkindly, similar to the day you met him. His hard exterior continuously worn as you hum, trying to break through his tension.  

“I’m from California,” you speak stuffing the candy in your cheek as she turns to you, her brows raising. Turns out she’s from California, close to where you’re from and you find yourself in conversation with her. 

“Well there’s a farmers market, you should head down it's over on Benton Way, fresh fruit will remind you of home,” She adds as Joel returns the gas pump back. 

You bid her adieu before hopping into the truck, Joel coming around to close the door behind you as you stop it with your foot. “Joel…”

He knows what you’re going to ask, a rumbling sigh expelling from his chest, his eyes rolling up to the top of his head, “We should get more miles in, you know that.” 

You pout out while nodding, showing him your understand before scooching to the edge of the seat in front of him, pressing your hands to his chest to lean into him, pressing a little ole kiss to his lips, an attempt to sway his decision. 

“That ain't gon’ work.” He mumbles against your lips. 

It does.

The fruit gleams against the high rays as you pass by vendors, stopping by one that sells plump plums, greeted by an older gentleman who offers you a sample, taking a juicy bite that coats your fingers in its juices. The taste erupts in your mouth as you’re quick to turn to the man behind you who’s already fishing out some cash. 

You raise your hand to press the fruit to his lips, watching him open his mouth to receive it, a large bite causing juices to flow into his beard as you lick your lips, watching him suck at the fruit lightly, similarly to how he sucked at you a few hours ago. 

“That’s good.” He grunts bringing his backhand to his mouth to wipe away the remnants as you bring the fruit back to your own mouth, sucking there, wishing you could taste the fruit on his mouth. 

You pile loads of fruit into a bag that’ll make for your breakfast, eating as you walk to different booths. Eventually making it to a lemonade stand. 

Joel finishes his cup in two seconds, muttering how he needs to know what’s in it, approaching the two older ladies at the front. The sudden display of emotion catches you by surprise as the culprit is lemonade. 

They seem awfully flattered as they lay their hands on their collarbone, signifying how grateful they are for his compliments, red flushing to their cheeks as you remember being in that position, you still are. Stupidly flattered by Joel Miller's attention. 

You don’t expect them to speak that long but they do for an excruciating amount of time, allowing you to sneak off and see more vendors. 

You find yourself at a jewelry stand soon enough, a mother and her daughter selling bracelets, earrings, and more, finding yourself drawn to a pendant that compliments your eyes, the sun bouncing onto the necklace and shining into your eye as if it’s meant to be.  

“How much?” You wonder, peeking your head at the mother who fans herself off with an envelope. 

The large number causes your eyes to bulge as you go to set it down from where you found it, the number being more than you’ve ever seen in your life as you hear Joel’s voice. 

“Shouldn’t run off like that, ain't too safe when you don’t know where you are,” He murmurs behind you as you fumble with the jewelry, a laugh forming in your chest as you turn to him. 

“I didn’t run off, I literally went two stops over,” you tease, scrunching your nose up at him as he narrows his eyes, maybe about to lecture you before his eyes are drawn to the necklace in your hand. You’re quick to put it back up on its stand. 

He picks it up next, bringing it up to observe it slightly, “Think you should get it, it’d look real pretty on you…” 

Before you can even object, your mouth opening to protest, he’s behind you clasping it around your neck with a soft kiss to your temple, tickled there by his coarse beard. 

“Joel… it’s too much money.” You argue turning to him again, a nauseous swirl grinding in your stomach as you find it hard to look up at him. 

To be honest from the shoes to the clothes to the feeding you every day, it began to weigh you down. Like you owe him something and you know deep down he doesn’t see it that way but you hope he thinks he doesn’t have to earn anything from you, you’re his no matter what. 

“Alright, hey…” He’s soft-spoken, leaning down slightly to meet your avoidant eyes as they latch to his, the wrinkles placed on the side of his eyes distracting you for a moment. 

“Bet I can get a good deal? Piece of jewelry’s too pretty to not be attached to some gorgeous gal, n’ if you don’t wear it I guess I’ll have to,” He jokes in his corny manner, a smile rising on your lips as you watch him walk to the mother, your head dropping to the floor as your fingers rub along the pendant. 

It’s weird being attached to another person, his desire to dissuade any guilt you held warming you from the inside out. You wonder if that’s what love is. You wonder if he knows what love is and if he sees it within you. 

Eventually, you both find yourselves on the road again, your stomachs full of fruit and some jerky picked up from the gas station store until Joel needs to relieve himself an hour or two into the drive. 

As he does, you find yourself walking along a nearby wooden fence close to the road, in his eyesight just in case, picking at the blueberries in your fruit bag to pop them into your mouth. 

A sound strikes your ear as you narrow your eyes to see a horse, galloping up from the field to where you stand, a snort coming from its nostril as it approaches, attempting to contain your excitement, “Joel, Joel, Joel!… it’s a horsie…” 

You don’t see Joel but know he’s around somewhere as you fish into your bag as the brown horse approaches, a white mark between its eyes leading down its nose. 

It makes you laugh, having always desired to have a horse, ever since you rode a pony at the county fair, bringing your hand up to its head to pet it lightly, unsure if you’ll irritate it. 

“Look at what you found,” Joel mentions from behind you, his flanneled sleeves rolled up, top buttons on his shirt undone to reveal the hair there as sweat glistens amongst his collarbone. 

He smiles as he approaches, raising his hand to the horse, petting more aggressively than you. “That’s a good girl…”

You jolt as it jerks its head, not entirely sure by its body language if it’s disturbed or enjoying the extra attention. 

“Nothing to be ‘fraid of baby, she wouldn’t hurt a fly…” He coos, softer than you’ve ever seen him, making you slightly jealous of the horse as he digs into the fruit bag, bringing an apple to its mouth, watching as the horse chomps it into his mouth. 

The warm breeze kicks up as you eye Joel, watching some of his hair fly with the wind, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he admires the horse, turning to you, raising your hand as a plum is placed in it. “Go on.”

He raises your hand under his to the mouth of the horse with your palm placed upward, watching as the horse slobbers over your hand to bite into the fruit that pops its juices all over your palm. 

The giggles erupt from your mouth as you smile, watching the horse quiver its upper lip. 

“She’s happy…” He nods, as you wipe your hand on his shirt earning a sudden snort from him. 

“How do you know that?” You question as Joel wipes his hand on your shorts, a small puff of laughter expelling from your mouth. 

“Ears are still, lips are quirking all over the place…” He adds, drawing his words out, his attention turning back towards the horse. 

“Ya know a lot about horses?” You question, seeing if it’ll take the leftover grapes at the bottom of the bag only for her to chomp them up one by one. 

“Gotta horse back home,” He brings his hand from her, spitting onto the ground as you think to remember to tell him that's gross. 

“You have a horse, Joel? Oh my god, I wanna know all about em!” You exclaim, overeager, watching as he jumps from your sudden change in tune. 

“I’ll tell you all about her as soon as we get to the road.” He adds turning to walk back to the truck as you blow the horse a kiss, granting one last pat on the head before hurrying behind him to the truck. 

He tells you her name, discussing how he got her a few years back. You go on to ask him about his home in Texas. He tells you about his land, how he’s still building on it, and hopes to get a barn eventually but he’s gotten a stable and his house built. 

It makes you wonder if you’ll be able to see it, and be apart of it. You haven’t really discussed what the end of this trip means but you hold your tongue, finding it too early to discuss such things and instead turn the thought over in your head, the idea of living on a ranch with Joel settling into your head. Sheep, horses, cows, and cats roaming the field. Maybe you could get a dog. 

Your fairytale dream lasts an hour in your head before you find the passing cars redundant and dull, a groan flowing from your mouth as you fuss, like a child throwing your limbs out in the seat as you groan again, Joel’s brows coming up, his side eye lingering as he tries to figure out your recent frustration. 

“Joel, think I’m bored,” You slump into the seat, patting your belly, bored, as he only laughs out a sigh. You realize you have filled these trips with your own rest but you’re not tired, quite the opposite. 

“Maybe take a nap.” He reads your mind, shrugging lightly not entertained by your outburst. You wonder what sets him off, recalling the bar incident but there had to be more. 

“Oh!” Your head forms a new idea, “We should see a movie…” 

“No, we should not.” He grumbles grumpily. 

“Two tickets to the shining,” you smile stupidly, at the ticket operator, having convinced Joel with a huge pout and turning away from him in the truck only for him to reluctantly pull over to ask a man directions to the nearest theater.

After getting popcorn only for Joel to pour raisinets all over them, you find a spot away from others in the area, settling into your seats, curling your body towards his to rest your head on his shoulder as you pop a corn into your mouth. 

You steal his right hand to lock it into yours, interlacing your fingers as the warmth there causes you to burrow deeper into his shoulder, “Don’t fall asleep now.” 

“Ain’t gonna fall asleep,” You copy his lingo. 

You do eventually slip away, waking up to the sudden movement of Joels as you blink back the darkness.

“Wow, that was something!” You lie, not expecting a horror film to put you to sleep. 

Joel only snorts, rolling his eyes before getting up, tightening his grip on your hand as he leads you past the doors and from the building.

The town is quaint yet bustling with movement as you both decide to find a local spot, a tavern-like restaurant that has a bar with many patrons but Joel decides on a booth, menus placed on the table as the host departs. 

You expect Joel to sit across from you but instead, he scoots into the same booth as you, his arm raising to hang above you to create more space for you both.

You take the opportunity to tug him a bit by his collar into a kiss as your mouth moves against him a little more aggressively than usual. 

He matches the energy, lips pushing against each other like tides in the sea. 

“Ahem-” the waitress interrupts, elderly and seemingly annoyed by you two as Joel doesn’t seem to notice, his mouth kissing down your mouth to your jaw, into your neck, his hair rubbing against your skin as you hold back a loose moan as his lips connect with the sensitive skin. 

“Joel- hey-” You’re breathless as the woman raises her brow, you realize she isn’t elderly, probably around Joel's age as he removes his head from your neck. You realize it’s her energy that puts a good 10 years on herself, her scold, the frown. It does however make you sit up straight as Joel repositions himself. 

Her demeanor changes upon seeing Joel, a smile settling into her lips to reveal her lipstick-stained teeth as she looks to him, “What can I get for you?” Her voice high and squeaky as you raise your brow, not necessarily even judging, you get it. 

“Seein’ as we just got here, nothing yet,” He snaps in the sassiest Joel-like manner, voice low and strong but striking like a viper as he cuts her eyes, annoyed. 

She nods, biting her tongue as she awkwardly grasps at her notepad, “Oh- no- course, yeah take your time.” 

She departs as Joel turns his attention back to you, “Joel that was kinda…” 

Your words are cut off by hot breath as his mouth opens over yours causing you to break away, a trail of spit left as you do. 

“Maybe not in public…” you whisper, your eyes settling on the waitress who focuses on you, daggers shot through her eyes where she stands behind the counter. “Think she likes you…” 

You tease, you aren’t necessarily jealous but the attitude geared towards you is something you can do without. 

He follows your gaze before returning to you, “Uh huh…” 

You eventually decide on a chicken pot pie, Joel calling over the waitress who seems to have nothing better to do. 

“Yes sir?” her giggle is frankly annoying but you made a promise since the shared cigarette incident you would not be jealous… or at least display any jealousy.

“What’d ya want baby?” Joel raises your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it, overdoing it on purpose, flashing back up at the waitress as you can’t help but smile as you order, Joel settling on some fried chicken and sides before she takes your menus. 

His over-doting affection, as he kisses up your arm makes you laugh from your gut, realizing he is doing it because of the waitress, smiling to yourself as he tucks you into his chest. 

You spend the rest of the evening feeding each other forkfuls of your meals, as if a couple on their honeymoon. You had never imagined you would be the type of girl to dote over a man in public but here you are, sharing fried chicken kisses tucked away in some faux leather booth. 

Joel finds a motel towards the outside of town, throwing yourself on the mattress upon entrance, feeling worn from the day as Joel stretches while he kicks off his shoes, unbuckling his belt, a familiar sound that has your toes naturally curling as you remove your shoes. 

You perk up then, only one thing in your mind as you sit up to rest on your bottom, kicking your feet where they hang from the bed. 

“Hey Joel?” You hum as he grunts in response, his jeans falling to his ankles. 

“Ya think ya maybe can fuck me?”

He stills suddenly as if he was just shot, his body tensing as you smile, happy to have shocked him in any way as he turns to look over his shoulder where you lay behind him. 

“What’re we waiting on?” His voice pitched low, eyes gone, blown with arousal as he turns, you move to him. 

You practically pounce on him, hurrying to go from where you rest as your body crashes into his in a ravenous kiss, your mouths both opening as you work to unbutton his shirt, tugging it from him as he discards your shorts, focusing next on your shirt as he throws it somewhere beyond you. 

It happens in a blur as you both find yourself nude, your hands pressed to his chest, feeling around the taut skin, the muscle expanding upon each breath he takes into your mouth, sloppily slipping your tongue into his mouth, allowing it to entangle with his own. 

His rugged hands roam your body greedily, leading up from the back of your thighs, grasping both of your ass cheeks harshly as you yelp into his mouth as it turns into a whine, feeling him knead the skin there. 

“Joel,” you whisper into his mouth, sucking in his breath needily, wanting him to, need him to. You want him to consume you whole. 

You barely expect it as a finger finds its way between your thick folds, your dewey center allowing the intrusion as he slips a finger in, then another, curling there tightly where your cunt hugs against him, your eyes fluttering back allowing him to, but needing more. 

Truth be told you are there, you were dripping from the moment you got into the truck in the restaurant parking lot. Once he unbuckled his belt, you knew it would be the night you would have him and he would have you. He just needed a sign, the green light, you knew that, you want to give him that, you want to give him you. 

“I need you inside me…” You hush, breaking away from his mouth, your eyes gone doe and big, blinking up at him. 

It is as if he has the eyes of a feral animal, dark & hungry, his breath hitching for a moment before you’re turned to the bed, landing with a thump as gruff hands grasp on your hips, yanking them up and back as your front side rests into the mattress, your ass poking out as your legs dangle from the bed, feeling his thighs press behind yours as you squeak. 

Flashbacks of past sexual encounters appear in your mind, uncomfortable excursions that left you sore and wishing you had never released that piece of yourself, those encounters usually in his chosen position as you shake your head free of the thoughts, standing upright quickly to turn to him.

“Wait wait wait…” the tears prick at your eyes, overwhelming emotion burdening you as you try to tell him, to explain… your words catching in your throat. 

You shake your head to clear the thoughts, forming words on your tongue. 

“Hey… baby doll, hey- we don’t have to do this,” He’s sweet when he speaks, voice gone soft and delicate as his hands come up to cup your face, attempting to soothe whatever worry you hold, the same voice used to talk to the horse, used with you now. 

“No Joel, it’s not that it’s just- I wanna see you, I wanna look at you,” You admit. You barely allow your eyes to meet his, watching as the confusion and worry is replaced with understanding as his eyes relax from their deep squint, gone from observing to knowing. 

You calm, knowing he understands and he’s okay with it, not a hint of malice or anger shown. 

He nods slowly, moving gently, laying you down as your back connects to the motel comforter, tears springing from your eyes as you realize the emotional turmoil is now replaced with emotional comfort, knowing you’re safe in this moment and you will be no matter what if Joel is near. 

He only wipes them with his thumb before taking hold of your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed before pushing your legs up and back, the exposure causing you to blush, bared to him completely. 

You slowly realize he’s hesitant as he grabs hold of himself, angling it to you there, nudging at your swollen clit as you moan, scratching at the sheets below, desperate to feel him.  

“I’m okay, please,” the anxiety rises, needy and winey, as he looks down at you as if he doesn’t believe you. 

You attempt it then, raising your hips so his throbbing tip slides down between your folds. 

It clicks in him, your physical reassurance being enough as he wastes no time, his cock angling to your hole as it gives to the pressure, a squeak caught in your throat as you give to his intrusion as it bullies into you, your walls hugging him tightly as he slips deeper and deeper into your warmth, rutting until he reaches his limit, pressing deep inside you. 

He groans once he finds his limit, whispering a sweet ‘atta girl’ before rooting himself. 

“Holy fuck,” you cry, wishing to show some amount of decorum as you adjust, not realizing just how big he is as you ache against him tenderly, your hips moving slightly to take him deeper. 

You blink back the emotion that burrows into your soul as your head rolls back, chest rising and falling to your quickened breath as he nudges into you, his thumb swirling around your clit to release any tension as you purr, relaxing, loosening as you release your grip on the sheets. 

“So damn beautiful…” He utters from above, his voice like gravel as he helps to relax you. 

Your eyes finally focus on him, looking like Himeros himself, your legs spread as he fits easily between them, as if he was meant to be there, his home right where he stands, his gaze focused on where the two of you meet. 

The expression on his face is enough, raw and esurient as he stares down at you, needing to know you are okay as you nod, grasping onto your own breasts to squeeze them for him, a moan slipping through your lips as you bite back your bottom lip. 

He loses himself in it, his hips thrusting as he stands over you, gently for three strokes until he’s slamming roughly into your tightness as you make room for him, fitting him in yourself like a puzzle piece as he nuzzles against the spot, swinging by it upon every thrust. 

“Oh-Oh-” Your hands fumble around the mattress, allowing your chest to sway with every one of his pumps as he moans above you, the squelching from your core filling the room accompanied by the sounds you and Joel release together. 

The noises that release from his throat have you a blubbering mess as you open to take him deeper, needing him to know you are his and he has you right now, his wild hands coming up to cup your breasts, squeezing the soft skin as you only place his hands over yours, allowing him to grope and explore your chest, feeling completely overwhelmed as he eyes you hungrily. 

“You don’t know how good you feel baby- goddamn,” He stumbles over his words, texan accent slurring as he closes his eyes, picking up his pace as you rock with the movement, desiring to tell him how good he makes you feel. 

He stills for a moment, hips slowly rocking to a halt as he pushes into you all at once, urging a deep groan from both of your chests. 

Suddenly, he’s moving, leaning over you to wrap both husky arms around your waist tightly as he kisses you there on your lips gentle and full of wetness, before adjusting your thighs to place over his, pressed towards your body as he thrusts, your bodies closer than ever before. 

You don’t know what to say, you only cry out, screaming with pleasure, too loud but not caring as he hits your g-spot there, sweetly rubbing and pressing against it repeatedly as he finds a deeper angle, feeling as if he fills your stomach, your toes curling where they’re placed high in the air. 

His deep grunts and growls fill your ear as he nuzzles himself into your neck, the sweat from his body pressed to you as your sensitive breasts smash against his chest, your legs beginning to wrap around his waist, forcing him deeper as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, feeling yourself close, the thrum of the pulse at your core beating faster and faster. 

“Jo- oh, yes, Joel…” You blubber, sobbing into him where you are pressed together, not being able to tell him how close you are. 

You realize he’s talking, speaking to you, deep & breathless words of encouragement, purring praise into your ear as you can barely make sense of it. Words like “good girl” sounding out in the fuzzy part of your brain. 

The only sensation you’re experiencing is his thick cock buried deeply into your warmth, filling the space as his weighty fat balls slap loosely against your ass. 

The dazed murmurs flow from your lips, letting him know you’re there. 

“C'mon baby girl, do it with me…” He’s in your neck, sucking there, his tongue licking at the sweat, leaving bruises as he thrusts sloppily, less precise than moments before, your legs hugging him deeper and deeper until you’re arching your back on a howl, a loud cry as you shudder. 

It’s as if an earthquake erupts from your core, squeezing down on him as you tighten in your orgasm, trying to ride it out as you moan out. 

He follows, almost immediately as you feel him still, shoving into you completely, balls pressed to you as they twitch and push his cum into you, feeling yourself fill with it like a damn balloon, a sigh releasing from your mouth as you relax, feeling his warmth gush into you as he’s above you, moaning louder and more boisterous than you’ve ever heard him, guttural and needy as he twitches in the last of his seed, slightly shaking where he lays above you. 

Your breaths begin to slow as you mold into each other, riding out the last of it, heavy sighs and still moans floating from both of you as you remember what it feels like to be filled with him. 

After a few moments that feel like hours, he rolls over, taking his warmth with him, a greedy whine flying from your mouth, upset as he moves to stand.

He fixes you, and makes it so you are under the covers, nuzzling into the sheets as he soon slips in right after, allowing your lips to connect with his shoulder as you throw your arm over his chest, exhausted.

“How old are you again?” you sigh, forgetting, not honestly knowing if you asked in the first place. Knowing he’s older but truthfully didn’t expect an older man to have that in him. 

You feel safe to assume that the older the man, the more they know what they're doing. 

“Fifty-something- I forget,” He admits, grunting, his eyes closed as he allows you to rub small circles along his chest, grumbling with each soothing touch. 

“Uh huh…” You hum playfully, not knowing why the idea of him being a good much older than you makes your stomach flip, but it does. 

“An old man… should be put in a home,” You tease, a soft tug of a laugh releasing from his lips. 

“Just got put through the mattress by that old man,” He mumbles, his chest rising and falling evenly, exhausted from the day. 

You are delighted he cannot see the look on your face, fluttered with embarrassment and shyness as the reality is, he did just indeed give you the fuck of a lifetime. 

“Just didn’t expect some fifty-something-year-old to be that good…” You goad, seeing if he will slip deeper into his sleep or bicker back. 

“Don’t make me gone n screw you again,” He reaches for the lamp, tugging to switch it off before bringing you tighter into his chest, his arms snaking around as he buries his nose into your hairline. 

You think to say something else, a greedy attempt to receive more but instead, you find yourself listening to the thrum of his heartbeat as you press your ear to his chest, knowing that you have all the time in the world to have him again but for now, you’ll remain there pressed to him as it’s all that matters. 

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Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 3 - Knock, Knock

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNI ᑉ³EPISODE WARNINGS;  None.

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Master Post | Teaser | Suspect Cards

As the stress of recent events weighed heavily on your shoulders, Chan's suggestion of getting a massage seemed like a welcomed reprieve. With a gentle yet insistent nudge, he convinced you to take some time for yourself, to relax and unwind amidst the chaos that surrounded you.

As you stepped into the serene sanctuary of the spa, you felt a sense of peace. The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm, inviting hue across the reception area, where the tranquil melody of gentle instrumental music floated through the air.

The receptionist, a picture of hospitality and grace, greeted you with a welcoming smile as you approached.

"Welcome to Serenity Spa," she said, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. "How may I assist you today?"

Your shoulders sagged with the weight of recent events, and with a grateful exhale, you replied, "I'm here for a massage, just looking to relieve some stress."

"Of course," the receptionist nodded empathetically. "We have a variety of options to suit your needs. Would you prefer a deep tissue massage to work out those knots, or perhaps a relaxing Swedish massage to melt away tension?"

"Swedish sounds perfect," you replied, already feeling the tension in your muscles easing at the mere thought.

With a knowing smile, the receptionist gestured toward a cozy seating area adorned with plush armchairs and a small table set with a delicate arrangement of wine and chocolates.

"While you wait for your therapist, please feel free to indulge in some refreshments." Gratefully accepting the offer, you sank into one of the inviting armchairs, the promise of relaxation tantalizingly close. With a sigh of contentment, you selected a piece of rich, dark chocolate, savoring its velvety sweetness as you awaited your moment of bliss.

As you enjoyed the decadent treat, the receptionist returned with a glass of chilled white wine, its crisp aroma mingling with the faint scent of lavender that permeated the air.

"Here you go," she said with a warm smile, setting the glass down on the table before you. "I hope this adds to your relaxation experience."

"Thank you," you replied, lifting the glass to your lips and taking a slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. The combination of the wine's subtle sweetness and the indulgent chocolate seemed to further lull your senses into a state of tranquility.

Before long, the receptionist gestured gracefully towards the hallway. "Your treatment room is ready now. Please follow me."

You followed her down the hallway, the gentle glow of candlelight guiding your way. Upon reaching the treatment room, she opened the door and gestured for you to enter. "Please make yourself comfortable in the robe provided and lay face down on the massage table. Your therapist will be with you shortly."

Gratefully, you slipped into the plush robe, its soft fabric enveloping you in warmth and comfort. Taking a moment to admire the serene ambiance of the room, you then obediently climbed onto the massage table, settling onto the soft linens and resting your head on the fluffy pillow.

As you closed your eyes and let out a sigh of anticipation, the scent of lavender filled your senses, calming your mind and soothing your soul.

As the masseuse entered the room, a serene presence with a gentle demeanor, they didn't utter a single word. Instead, they simply proceeded to perform the massage with practiced precision.

Under their skilled hands, the tension in your muscles slowly began to melt away, replaced by a blissful sensation of relaxation. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully present in the moment, letting go of the worries that had been weighing you down. Each knead and stroke seemed to coax the stress from your muscles, leaving you feeling weightless and serene.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, the massage drew to a close, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Chan for his thoughtful suggestion. With a soft sigh, you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, feeling lighter and more rejuvenated than you had in ages.

But as soon as you turned to leave, your eyes caught sight of something unexpected—a small piece of paper tucked beneath the edge of the massage table. Curious, you reached for it, unfolding the note with trembling fingers.

A chill ran down your spine as you realized the significance of the message. 

The person had been here.

Fear clenched at your heart as you realized the depths of their obsession. No longer were they content with mere gifts and letters—they had infiltrated your sanctuary.

Your space.

The once peaceful atmosphere of the spa now felt suffocating, oppressive even, as though the walls themselves were closing in around you.

You couldn't stay here any longer. You pocketed the note, your hands trembling as you gathered your belongings. You hastily exited the spa, the note burning a hole in your pocket as you raced towards the waiting car. Your bodyguard, ever vigilant, sprinted behind you, his pace matching your frantic steps as you both hurried to safety.

Breathless and heart pounding, you finally reached the car, flinging open the door and practically diving inside. Your bodyguard wasted no time, slamming the door shut before taking his place behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

As the car roared to life, you couldn't shake the feeling of eyes boring into your back, the weight of the person's gaze following you even as you sped away from the scene. Each passing moment only heightened your sense of dread, the knowledge that you were being watched a constant, suffocating presence.

When you finally arrived home, you felt a sense of relief as you burst through the door, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of security. But your moment of respite was short-lived, shattered by the sight of Felix and Chan in the living room. You could hear the other boys nearby in the other room playing among us.

"How was the spa? Did you have fun?" Chan's eyes remained glued to the screen, not yet registering the distress etched on your face. 

Their expressions shifted from concern to alarm as they both looked up at you, their voices falling silent as they took in your tear-streaked face. The concern etched on their features deepened as they realized the distress in your eyes. Their voices blended together in a chorus of worry. 

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Chan's voice was laced with concern as he moved to comfort you, his arms outstretched.

But you couldn't find the words to explain, couldn't bring yourself to admit the full extent of the danger that loomed over you. Instead, you collapsed into Chan's embrace. And as you clung to Chan, you couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

Feeling the weight of your silence, Chan gently pulled back to look into your eyes, his expression filled with compassion and understanding.

"Talk to me," he urged softly.

With a trembling hand, you retrieved the crumpled note from your pocket, the words burning with accusation.

Wordlessly, you handed the note to Chan, watching as his expression shifted from concern to alarm as he read the words scrawled upon the paper. The color drained from his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to explain, but the words caught in your throat. "I-I found it at the spa," you managed to choke out, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Chan's grip tightened around you, his brows furrowing in concern. "Did you see anyone? Anyone who could have left this?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

You shook your head, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over you. "No, I didn't see anyone," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

Chan's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he processed your words. He glanced at the crumpled note in his hand, then back at you, a look of realization dawning on his face. "You've been on edge the past few days," he said slowly, waving the note. "Is this why?"

You hesitated, the lump in your throat growing larger. "Yes," you admitted softly. "This isn't the first note I've received."

Chan's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of anger and hurt crossing his features. "What?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why didn't you tell me? How long has this been going on?"

You felt guilty as you tried to steady your breathing. "It's been a few days," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've gotten two other letters. I thought it was just a prank at first, but then it kept happening. I didn't want to worry you."

Chan's face contorted, his hands shaking slightly as he held the note. "Why didn't you come to me? We could have dealt with this together."

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it on my own, but it's gotten worse."

Chan's voice softened, but there was still a sharp edge of hurt in it. "Do you not trust me?" he asked, his eyes trying to search for yours. "Do you think I wouldn't care, or that I couldn't help you?"

Felix, sensing the rising tension, stood up and quietly excused himself. "I'm just going to... give you two some space," he said, slipping into another room and leaving you and Chan alone to talk.

Chan's anger was palpable, but beneath it was a deep well of concern and fear for your safety. "I could have helped you," he continued, his voice softer but still tinged with frustration. "I could have done something to protect you. Why did you think you had to handle this on your own?"

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice. "Of course I trust you, Chan," you said, your voice trembling. "I just didn't want to drag you into this mess. I was scared."

Chan sighed, his anger melting into a look of pained concern. He reached out and gently cupped your face, lifting your gaze to meet his. "You're never a burden to me," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. "I want to be there for you, to help you through this. But you have to let me in. "

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I just... I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want to help you."

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Chan pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering determination. "You don't have to find out," he said firmly.

Chan took a deep breath, then asked, "Can you show me the other letters? We need to gather everything for the police." You nodded, standing up and heading to your room where you had hidden the other letters.

As you made your way down the hallway, the sound of laughter and animated chatter spilled out from the game room where the other boys were engrossed in a game of Among Us. Their voices, loud as ever, filled the air with energy. You caught snippets of their conversation as you passed by, one of them exclaiming, "I swear it's not me this time!"

Your heart pounded as you approached the drawer where you had kept them. Sliding it open, your eyes widened in shock.

 The letters were gone.

As you frantically searched for the missing letters, confusion and disbelief washed hit you. How could they have vanished into thin air? Had you imagined receiving them in the first place? Doubt crept into your mind, gnawing at your sanity as you questioned the validity of your own experiences.

Frustration mounted as you retraced your steps, scouring every corner of your home in a desperate attempt to find any trace of the letters. But no matter how hard you looked, they remained out of reach.

With each passing moment, your anxiety grew, your mind consumed by the uncertainty of what was real and what was merely a figment of your imagination. Had you truly received those messages, or was it all just a trick of your mind?

"Chan," you called out, your voice trembling with a new wave of fear.

"They're gone."

Chan hurried to your side, looking into the empty drawer with a mixture of confusion and alarm. "Are you sure this is where you put them?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

You nodded frantically. "Yes, I was sure I put them right here. They were here this morning."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, his expression tense. "This means someone has been in here. They knew exactly where to look."

The realization sent a chill down your spine. "But how? Who could have done this?"

Chan's jaw tightened. "We need to call the police right now. Whoever did this might still be nearby."

A thought struck you, and you turned to Chan with wide eyes. "What time did the boys get here? I was out at the spa for a while."

Chan's brow furrowed as he thought back. "I got here around an hour ago, but some of the boys were already here when I arrived. That's not uncommon, though. They're here all the time."

Your mind raced. "Who exactly was here when you arrived?"

"Changbin and Han" Chan replied. "They were already in the house."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Did they say anything about when they got here?"

Chan shook his head. "No, but I didn't think to ask. It seemed normal since we're always in and out of each other's places."

Your mind raced as you processed Chan's words. Changbin and Han being in the house raised a slew of unsettling possibilities. "Did they seem... off to you at all?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's brow furrowed in thought. "No, they were acting pretty normal," he replied.

A knot formed in your stomach as you considered the implications. "Do you think they could be involved somehow?" you asked, the fear evident in your voice.

Chan hesitated, his expression troubled. "I don't know," he admitted.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to piece together the puzzle. "We need to tell the police everything," you said, your voice resolute. "Every detail could be important."

Chan nodded in agreement. "Do you have any other evidence that we can give to the police?" he asked, his tone serious.

Your mind raced as you tried to think of anything else that could help. And then it hit you. "The gift basket," you said, your voice rising with urgency.

Chan's eyes widened in realization. "Of course," he said, his voice firm. "Let's find it."

Together, you hurried to the spot where the gift basket had been placed earlier. 

You and Chan began sifting through the mess, carefully examining each item for any clues or signs of tampering. It didn't take long before Chan's hand paused, his fingers brushing against something hard inside of the teddy bear.

With a deft motion, Chan revealed what lay hidden inside—a small, sleek device, its surface gleaming ominously in the dim light. Your breath caught in your throat as you recognized it for what it was—

an audio recording device.

"They've been listening to us," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing in anger. "We need to call the police," he said firmly. "This just went from bad to worse."

You nodded in silent agreement, your mind reeling with the implications of the discovery. The invasion of privacy, the violation—it was all too much to bear.

A few minutes later, the peaceful night night was shattered by the sudden appearance of red and blue lights flashing outside of your house.

"Hey, what's going on?" Changbin asked, appearing from the hallway. "Why is there a police car outside?"

You exchanged a glance with Chan. "There's been an issue," you explained carefully, choosing your words with caution. "It's gotten bad and we found a hidden recording device in the gift basket."

Changbin's eyes widened in shock, his concern deepening. "Are you serious? That's messed up," he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

As more of the boys began to gather in the living room, their expressions mirrored a mixture of confusion and concern at the sight of the police car outside.

As Detective Ji-Hoon Park arrived at the scene, you and Chan briefed him on the unsettling events that had unfolded—the mysterious notes, the intrusion into your house, and the discovery of the hidden recording device.

Detective Park listened attentively, his expression inscrutable as he absorbed the details of your story. After taking notes and asking a few clarifying questions, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he said, his voice measured. "I'll need to gather some evidence and speak with any witnesses to piece together what happened."

You and Chan exchanged a glance, a shared sense of relief. With Detective Park leading the investigation, you felt a bit of hope that the truth would soon come to light.

Detective Park conducted his interviews with each individual separately, a methodical approach aimed at uncovering the truth behind the unsettling events.

As Detective Park began questioning Hyunjin, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Hyunjin's usually confident demeanor faltered under the detective's scrutiny, his gaze shifting uncomfortably as he struggled to provide coherent answers. Detective Park's probing questions seemed to hit a nerve, prompting Hyunjin to stammer and hesitate, his responses growing increasingly evasive. Despite his attempts to maintain composure, a sense of unease emanated from him, casting doubt upon his every word. As the interrogation continued, the weight of suspicion seemed to loom heavier upon Hyunjin, leaving the others in the room on edge as they watched the unfolding exchange.

After, Detective Park pulled you aside, his expression serious as he spoke privately to you. "I need to be honest with you," he began, his voice low and confidential. "At this point in the investigation, everyone is a suspect."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Everyone?" you echoed, the weight of the suspicion heavy upon your shoulders.

Detective Park nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Until we have concrete evidence pointing to a specific individual, we have to consider all possibilities," he explained. "I know it's unsettling, but it's important to remain vigilant."

You nodded, swallowing hard as you absorbed his words. The thought that someone close to you could be responsible for the threats and intrusions sent a chill down your spine.

"I want you to be cautious," Detective Park continued, his tone firm. "Avoid having people over unless absolutely necessary, and make sure everything is securely locked at all times. If anything else pops up—no matter how small or insignificant it may seem—call me personally."

You nodded again. "Thank you, Detective," you said

With a nod of acknowledgment, Detective Park gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before returning his attention to the ongoing investigation. 

In the end, you were left with more questions than answers, the disappearance of the letters shrouded in mystery and uncertainty. And as you grappled with the unsettling implications of their absence, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching you, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike again.

As you considered the list of potential suspects, each name weighed heavily on your mind. Your bodyguard, your assistant, Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin,  Jeongin and Chan—all of them had been in the house since the letters had arrived. Each one could potentially be the culprit behind the mysterious disappearance.

The thought of suspecting those closest to you filled you with a sense of unease and betrayal. These were people you trusted, people you considered friends and confidants. The idea that one of them could be behind such sinister actions was almost too much to bear.

But you couldn't afford to let your guard down. Whoever was responsible for the letters was playing a dangerous game, and you needed to stay vigilant if you were going to uncover the truth. Yet, at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to voice your suspicions to your friends—not when the evidence was circumstantial at best.

With a heavy heart, you resolved to keep a closer eye on those around you, searching for any signs of deception or malice. Until then, you would remain vigilant, determined to uncover the identity of the mysterious stalker lurking in the shadows.

As Detective Park concluded his questioning and prepared to leave, a sense of unease lingered in the air. You watched in silence as he gathered his notes and bid farewell to the others.

Feeling drained and on edge, the boys exchanged uneasy glances, the events of the evening weighing heavily on their minds. It was clear that no one felt comfortable staying any longer.

With reluctant farewells and promises to stay in touch, the boys made their way home, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the chilling realization that the nightmare was far from over.

But as you began to say your goodbyes, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

Seungmin and Minho were never here.

ઇଓ EP.4 - Smarter baby, Smarter

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[starogeorgina]

Violent delights

Warnings: None (sunshine before the storm)

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.05

You sit in your large bed, waiting for your husband to join you, with your daughter Rhaenys tucked in beside you as she clutches a book to her chest with one hand while the other holds onto a thinned-out blanket that Lucerys gave her the day she was born in the other as her eyes slowly start to close over.

When Jacaerys finally steps into your shared bedchamber after bathing in a separate room, you smile and say, “Guess who’s fallen asleep without a bedtime story?”

Jace gives you a shocked look. “Really?”

You nod before carefully removing the book from her grasp and placing it on the ground beside the bed. Already dressed in his sleepwear, Jace removes his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed in front of you, his cold fingers heating up against your warm skin as he begins to massage your swollen feet. It was the first night in a long time that your daughter had fallen asleep with Jace reading her a story first, and it saddened you slightly. “Our little girl is growing up; soon she’ll be sleeping in her own bed.”

Giving your foot a squeeze, he says, “I doubt that; she’s insisting on being here to care for the new baby during the night.”

The next few moments pass in a comfortable silence until you feel the baby moving. You grab Jace’s hand and place it on your stomach, where the baby is kicking. The look of pride on his face fills your heart with warmth. All of your children meant the world to him. Over the years, Jace had been pushing himself to become the best swordsman and dragon rider possible, along with trying to learn the world of politics so he could protect his family the best he could.

“This baby is going to be wild,” you say quietly. “A fine knight, I suspect; all they do is wriggle about.”

“How long do you think it will be before they are here?”

“In a couple of weeks maybe, I just hope that everything that is happening doesn’t stress the baby out.”

Jace leans forward and presses a kiss on your bump, feeling the silky material of your nightgown press against his lips. “After tomorrow, all of this will be behind us, and we won’t need to return to King’s Landing again until our mother is crowned.”

—

“Lucerys will understand if you stay here; you don’t need to force yourself to travel given the circumstances,” your mother says softly.

The plans to travel to the Red keep didn’t go as hoped; the morning you intended to leave, your water broke, and two long days of labor began. Despite the fear of being alone, the feeling of guilt for giving the greens another thing to hold over your family was greater. You insisted continuously that they leave and go to King's Landing without you, but the mere suggestion of being apart for the first time since your wedding had sent Jacaerys head spinning, and he point blank refused to leave your side, as did your mother, Daemon, and Luke. All of them refused to leave until they knew you and the baby were safe.

“I will not stay here while Luke is subjected to the same treatment we have been. Jace and Aemma are going to fly on Vermax with Viserion beside them,” you clear your throat. “Do you think I could have a separate carriage? I don’t want the baby disturbing the children during the journey.”

Your mother sits in the chair placed beside your bed. Brushing hair out of your face, she smiles, “Of course, my girl, anything you need.”

“Thank you,” you glance at the door, hearing the knight knocking at it, “come in.”

The knight opens the door for one of your handmaidens to enter, carrying a delicious-smelling tray of food. After losing more blood than your previous labors, you were taking longer to recover and felt exhausted and weak. You hadn’t attempted to feed your newborn yourself yet, knowing you needed to rebuild your strength first. Luckily, Drangstone had amazing cooks who knew how important nutrition was to both mother and child.

Your mother moves the chair back as the handmaiden places the tray over you and says, “Thank you.”

“He looks just like Jace.”

You look up at your mother between mouthfuls of food and say, “I’m glad. All my children are beautiful, but I wanted at least one to have his features.”

“Have you thought of a name yet?”

“Jacaerys and I have decided on one, but we want to wait until we are with our grandsire before revealing it,” you smile, thinking about how the idea came around. “It was actually Joffrey’s idea that we keep it secret; he thought it would be a nice surprise after... everything.”

Your mother looks touched, “my kindhearted boy.”

—

Laughter fills the air as Jace twirls you in his arms before lowering you enough that your feet dip into the icy-cold water below.

“Jacaerys!” You giggle, trying to wrap your arms around his shoulder to hold yourself up. “Hold me up, it’s freezing!”

“Dragons are always warm,” he says before crashing his lips against your own.

He places his hands under your bum, pulling you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You deepen the kiss before playfully nipping his bottom lip with your teeth. Luckily, it was nighttime, and nobody would be able to see you acting like horny teenagers.

Pulling back from the kiss, you place your head against his shoulder and say, “Well, maybe I’m using up all my warmth growing another dragon.”

Jace is quiet as he slowly lowers you down, his hand resting against your stomach. “Are you with child again?”

“The maester confirmed it yesterday; I was going to tell you earlier, but this is the first time I’ve had you alone.”

Kissing your forehead, Jace pulls you in for a hug. When you were first married, he was genuinely content with only ever having one child, Aemma. Jace never wanted you to go through the pain you felt during your marriage to Aegon, but it now seemed as if the gods had blessed your relationships because you were pregnant for the third time with his child. He pulls you in closer, saying, “I love you.”

Panic surges through you as your eyes flutter open. Where was your baby? You had requested to be in a separate carriage so that your newborn's cries wouldn’t wake the other children while they slept through the trip, but then you remembered you weren’t alone. Daemon insisted on riding with you, as did your youngest daughter. Your blurry eyes finally adjust, and your panic ends when your eyes land on Daemon, who is sitting across from you, holding your son in his arms. You smile at Rhaenys, who clung to Daemon’s side as she sucked her thumb.

You look out the window as King's Landing comes into view, and the realization of what you’re returning to sinks in as the pleasant memory of your dream fades away. You couldn’t decide if it was good or bad that you were dreaming about events that had already taken place. You can't bring yourself to look at Rhaenys or your new baby; how could you bring them to such a place? You mentally try to psych yourself up.

No, you wouldn’t let the greens have this power over you.

Looking up, you face Daemon, who offers you a sympathetic smile on his face and says, “You don't have to go into the sham of a place if you don’t want to. I’ll have it that you can stay anywhere else in King's Landing that you wish.”

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m not parting from Luke once we arrive. I want to keep my eye on him and make sure he’s safe.”

A proud smile spreads across your stepfather's face. You watch as he places a kiss on the top of your baby's head, whom he was cradling ever so gently, before looking back to you and saying, “Alicent is scared of you; I suspect all the greens are.”

Chuckling, you shake your head and say, “I doubt that very much. They have no reason to fear me.”

“They have many reasons,” he says seriously. “Alicent cannot control you, not anymore. She has nothing to hold over you, and if either of her sons look at you the wrong way, I will personally feed them to Caraxes.”

Smiling softly, you sigh at his words. “Then that would start a war.”

“Oh little one, war has been brooding since my brother declared Rhaenyra his heir. This is just the beginning.” He strokes Rhaenys hair with his free hand as she repositions herself so her head is in his lap. “It was wise of you to bring your dragon,” he says quietly. “Never be afraid to show strength for your family; it may be the only thing that stands between them and the enemy.”

A sense of dread swirled around you as Daemon’s words sunk in. You had no idea what the future held, but you had an inkling things were about to get much worse before any kind of resolution.

[luckshmi]

Ayurvedic Secrets to Radiant Skin: Understanding Your Dosha and Simple Homemade Skincare

In the pursuit of healthy, glowing skin, many of us seek solutions in expensive creams, serums, and treatments. But what if the key to vibrant skin lies in ancient wisdom that's been practiced for centuries?

Welcome to the world of Ayurveda, where the holistic approach to skincare goes beyond topical treatments to address the root causes of skin imbalances.

What is Ayurveda?

Ayurveda, often called the "science of life," is an ancient healing system that originated in India thousands of years ago. At its core is the belief that our well-being is intricately connected to the balance of three fundamental energies known as doshas: Vata, Pitta, and Kapha.

Understanding Your Dosha:

Each person is born with a unique combination of these doshas, which influence not only our physical characteristics but also our mental and emotional tendencies. By identifying your dominant dosha, you can tailor your skincare routine to address specific skin concerns effectively.

Vata Dosha: If you have Vata-dominant skin, you may notice tendencies toward dryness, flakiness, and sensitivity. Vata skin often feels parched and is prone to premature aging. To nurture Vata skin, focus on moisturizing and nourishing practices.

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Homemade Recipe: Create a hydrating face mask by mixing mashed avocado with honey and a few drops of almond oil. Leave it on for 15 minutes before rinsing with warm water.

Pitta Dosha: Pitta-dominant skin tends to be sensitive, prone to redness, inflammation, and occasional breakouts. Excessive heat and stress can exacerbate Pitta imbalances, leading to increased oiliness and irritation.

Skincare Routine: Opt for cooling and soothing ingredients like cucumber, aloe vera, and sandalwood. Use gentle, non-abrasive cleansers and avoid harsh exfoliants that can aggravate inflammation.

Homemade Recipe: Make a calming face pack by mixing sandalwood powder with rose water and a pinch of turmeric. Apply it to clean skin, leave it on for 15 minutes, then rinse with cool water.

Kapha Dosha: Kapha-dominant skin tends to be oily, prone to congestion, and enlarged pores. Kapha imbalances can result in dullness, blackheads, and a lack of vitality.

Skincare Routine: Focus on purifying and detoxifying practices to balance excess oil and congestion. Use gentle, oil-balancing cleansers and lightweight, non-comedogenic moisturizers.

Homemade Recipe: Create an invigorating scrub by mixing ground oats with yogurt and a pinch of turmeric. Gently massage it onto damp skin in circular motions, then rinse with lukewarm water.

General Ayurvedic Skincare Tips: In addition to dosha-specific practices, there are some general principles of Ayurvedic skincare that benefit all skin types:

Practice Abhyanga, or self-massage with warm oil, to promote relaxation and improve circulation.

Drink herbal teas like chamomile or tulsi to reduce internal inflammation and support overall well-being.

Maintain a balanced lifestyle with adequate sleep, regular exercise, and stress management to promote skin health from the inside out.

Ayurveda offers a holistic approach to skincare that emphasizes harmony between mind, body, and spirit. By understanding your dosha and incorporating simple, homemade remedies into your skincare routine, you can unlock the secrets to radiant and healthy skin naturally. Remember, consistency and mindfulness are key to achieving lasting results. So, embrace the wisdom of Ayurveda and let your inner glow shine through!

Feel free to reach out if you have any questions or need further guidance on your Ayurvedic skincare journey.

[skst8497]

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[implantfan]

Vanessa stared at her reflection in disbelief, turning this way and that as she examined her new physique. Just a month ago, she had been so petite and slender, with small A-cup breasts that seemed perfectly proportional for her 5'3" frame. But now, after a mysterious invitation brought her to this secluded mountain spa for a free "transformative vacation", her body had been utterly changed.

It had all started so innocently at first. The spa treatments - massage, seaweed wraps, mud baths, crystal energy sessions - were delightful and relaxing. The gourmet meals were delectable, featuring rare ingredients and complex flavor pairings. The yoga and pilates classes pushed Vanessa in new ways, both physically and mentally. She had never felt so pampered and renewed.

But then the "enhancement" treatments began. Each guest at the exclusive spa was assigned a personal counselor to guide them on their transformative journey. Vanessa's counselor, a poised middle-aged woman named Marguerite, started suggesting minor tweaks - eyelash extensions, sculpted nails, subtle lip injections. Vanessa agreed to them happily, enjoying being fussed over and beautified.

The next round of treatments took things up a notch - laser skin resurfacing for a poreless complexion, liposuction to sculpt shapely thighs and a rounder derriere. Vanessa marvelled at these relatively non-invasive procedures that made such a difference in her appearance. She had never realized just how malleable the human body could be.

It wasn't until Marguerite proposed breast enhancement that Vanessa hesitated. She had always been comfortable with her small bust, never feeling the need for bigger breasts. But Marguerite gushed about how increased curves would be the perfect complement to Vanessa's newly contoured body. One or two cup sizes would introduce such beautiful symmetry and proportion.

Vanessa wavered, but found herself swept up in the spirit of transformation that seemed to possess the entire spa. "Why not?" she thought. It was just one more change in her metamorphosis from ordinary to extraordinary... The story continues over at https://www.patreon.com/FakerTheBetter

[trekmupf]

"We're all mad here" 🐇👸🔫🐯

Pro

The famous massage intro

Sulu and McCoy taking a lovely little walk together

Sulu is such a botany nerd; I love these small character moments

McCoy thinking he's loosing his last marbles

Spock literally thinking that humans go on shore leave to run up and down meadows like dogs

The way Kirk smiles when he thinks Bones is pranking him is lovely

Kirk's facial journey when he realizes McCoy and Spock played him

The first time Kirk calls McCoy Bones

The way the running is filmed and the way they run – and boy do they run in this episode

Sulu, gun enthusiast

The easy friendship between Kirk and McCoy- the way they joke and laugh with each other is so beautiful

McCoy is so beautiful in this episode, I could screenshot every second. He smiles so much and is so at ease, I mean

Continuing what we know from E3 Kirk wasn't the super cool Bro at the academy but actually the bookworm people bullied

Kirk saying that Ruth hasn't aged a day since they last were together ages ago, and the actress being the same age as Shatner when we see her... canon Kirk being into older woman okay.

McCoy rolled a natural 20 on charisma

me @ yeoman Borrows being super into McCoy's flirting: same girl same

Also I actually like that for once McCoy is the one having a little romance and getting to flirt / be desired, which is rare (because he's older and not the leading man; Tumblr, of course, disagrees)

every time the tiger is on screen I remember that Shatner literally wanted to fight it and it makes me laugh

fake character death trope! (also Bones is a beautiful corpse)

Spock like no offence lady, I'm to gay for this, Spock out

“Did you have fun guys?” “Yes we did Mr Spock” wink emoji implied, like you guys know it sounds like you had group sex right

the setting and scenery is beautiful and a nice change

the score underlines the whimsy and lightness of the episode

the premise is so silly but works well. I miss episodes like this on modern TV, just some downtime with no large scale danger, war or plot, just silly crew shenanigans that gives us more time to spend with our guys

sometimes Sci-fi has great special effects, and sometimes they just hold an antenna really close to the camera and call it a day and I love that

I'm Yeoman Borrows; Look at him being all happy

Con

McCoy's death has no lasting impact on anyone, it's just a short time plot device and then gets shelved for more adventure / silly time; Even though he does come back, I wish it wouldn't have been so trivialized here

weird wind chime sound effects of the planet

Finnegan as a character is super obnoxious and too over the top (which is saying something in the episode with Alice in wonderland)

especially the second confrontation takes ages, especially as we now have more pressing matters in the narrative

treatment of yeoman Borrows (We already know weird things are going on based on what McCoy saw, yet Kirk doesn't believe her and shows zero empathy towards her distress), also her main purpose is damsel in distress

Kirk is a bit slow to unravel the mystery and almost stupid at times? It might be excused by him using the opportunity to let go of his responsibility and being with Angela / letting out his anger with Finnegan

the amount of references and jumping between visions is too jumbled and all over the place, which is why the pacing is off. some bits are so short, they'd better be cut (Rodriguez side adventure) and some just go on (Finnegan)

Counter: Shirt rip Kirk

Quote: "You've got your problems, I've got mine. But he's got ours, plus his, plus 430 other people" - McCoy about Kirk Moment: Opening Scene, where Kirk thinks Spock is massaging him and being super uncomfortable when its a female crew member

Summary: Silly and light episode with no deeper meaning but some great character moments, funny scenes and further development of the interpersonal relationships

In another universe this is a classical painting

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[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

🎀30 Day Glow Up Challenge🎀 - day fourteen

♡ Mindset : when I go out with my friends I detach from my phone for the day which is the best. While I made me way to Joe & The Juice I read a book called “Survival Of The Prettiest” it talks about beauty and the beauty industry. I love reading it definitely helps me pass the time when I’m commuting through out manhattan.

♡ Health : my friend and I have the same glow up goals and we love everything health and wellness and we discussed our goals and what we can do this summer together to help us reach our fitness goals. I live a 80/20 lifestyle so I try my best to not follow my usual meal plan when I’m going out with my friends or by myself. But I do extra walking and when you’re in manhattan you will walk alotttt. My friend and I walked so much purposely so we can get extra steps in. I hit over 10K steps.

♡ Self Care : I got a massage today at Chelsea Wellness it was soooo goodddd. I got the heated oil and hot stones treatment my body felt so relaxed after. While the lady massaged me I practiced my breathing that helps with cortisol and stimulates the Vega nerve I believe don’t quote me lol.

♡ Experience : I explored the city today which was so much fun especially doing it with my friend. Having a social life has definitely helped me through my glow up journey especially having friends on that same journey lol. I had Joe & The Juice I got the blueberry matcha chai latte so good a 8/10 and my friend gave me a piece of her Tunacado sandwich it was good 7/10. We went to Bubby’s Bakery after which was nice. The environment is very relaxed and homey. I got the Mac and cheese 9/10 so goodddd and I got the salmon bagel 6/10 it was good but the bagel was toooo hard. I couldn’t finish all my food so I brought left overs home for my siblings. Today was amazing 10/10 day.

Tell me how you’re doing babes I would love to know my inbox and requests are open<33333

[starsthewitch]

locing my hair as a black witch was vital to my spiritual journey.

being able to maintain the balance, health, growth, and lusciousness of my crown feels so much like i’m truly one with the earth.

i’m now trying to include intentions in my hair care with hair growth spells while i spray it with rose water.

fridays which are represented with the planet venus, along with Aphrodite symbolizing self care, i’m going to start offering a care 444 crown treatment which is a spiritual smoke cleanse, a scalp massage, and a crystal charge activation to the crown.

locs are truly, truly beautiful

blessed be <3