#moisturized locs

[that-scorpio]

Pretty as hell 😌

[writingoddess1125]

You take care of their hair

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Luffy, Buggy, Mihawk, Sanji, Zoro, Usopp

Buggy

Buggy hair is long and truthfully very beautiful. He takes pride in it secretly even if he doesn't let anyone know- When you get there and start taking care of his hair it flourishes.

"You have such pretty hair!" Yoj gush as you moisturize the long blue locks

"SHUT UP!"

He is like a l'oreal model at this point and will step out to do shows with his hair down sometimes. Loves it when you wash his hair too and will make cute noises when you scratch his scalp. Enjoys the nice scents you add to his hair as well.

"Oi- I like the Candy Apple scent more-"

Sanji

Oh Sanji is a sap for this, Taking your willingness to care for his hair as a show of love- however that's for you to decide if it is.

"If this is how we say we love each other I gladly accept~"

His hair can be a bit tricky, It's a lot thicker then most would assume and can hold scents of whatever he was cooking. Paired with the fact his hair will be lighter on top compared to the bottom due to the sun bleaching it. However he does love it and finds cleanliness important.

"Vanilla please my love~"

Luffy

He is a struggle- Getty Luffy lanky ass in the bath is a pain in the ass and washing his hair is even more troubling. His wide curls like just act as a magnet for everything it seems and you have to go picking through it.

"Is this a damn cookie?!"

Once you get his hair to be a untangled it's really pretty. Dark shiny curls that reflect the sunlight like a halo. While he still fussed he's more willing as time goes. Will randomly talk about whatever comes to mind, or eat snacks as you comb through his hair.

"I like the Ocean Breeze soap more (Y/N)"

Zoro

Oh Zoro- He tries to dodge you every chance he gets. It takes you catching him when he was hiding in the storage closet and ended up falling asleep.

"You smell like a barn- Move you ass..." You will threaten. Making him grumbled but comply non the less.

He's just as bad as Luffy but will just sit and pout as you wash his hair. Luckily it's short but it can get very oily- especially with how much he trains. You will also help him trim his hair, keeping it as even as possible. While he doesn't say it, he does appreciate the care. Will fall asleep as you do his hair.

"Mint- Mint is fine..."

Usopp

While you do wash his locs for him most of your time is spent separating and retwisting them. Buying good oils for his hair and spending a least and few solid hours retwisting the new growth on his hair.

"How does your hair grow so fast?!"

You question as you sort through the locs one by one and every two weeks washing them and reapply products to them. Usopp appreciates the help truthfully, since it takes away something he has to do for himself. He will tell stories as you do his hair, talking about made up adventures and tell jokes.

"Hmm I am tied between the Coconut scent or the Passionfruit both remind me of this amazing adventure I had once-"

He picks both.

Mihawk

Mihawk is used to doing his own hair, smoothing it back to fit under his had with ease. However when your jolly ass appears it seems you must take control of the situation.

He doesn't mind however, enjoying the pampering. Enjoys the sensation of you running your fingers through his hair. His Hair needs some serious moisture so you add a small bit of oil to it, Especially since his hair is surprisingly thick, dense and likes to frizz. It's not surprising to find some fuzzies from his hat in his hair as well.

"Your hair spikes up so much- Like a chicken ass-"

Will grumble in disagreement of the comparison however continues to let you handle his hair, will also take care of his beard and adds nice beard balms as well as line it up for him- If he feels like letting you. Will read while you do it and sip his favorite wine.

"The bergamot scent is very nice-

[kawowoa]

retwists with sukuna <3

synopsis : it’s been a few months since your last retwist, your boyfriend thinks it’s stupid for you to go out and get it done when he’s right there

character : sukuna

info : gn. black reader, sukuna swears but not that much, but he’s nice and very loving, minimal dialogue n weird pacing, not beta read or proofread

wc : 1k

a/n : first jjk fic!! bare with me pls i never had locs so if some parts are a little inaccurate lmk!

you stare at yourself in the mirror, twirling one of your locs between your fingers. it’s been a few months of constant oiling and moisturizing your hair with products your mother bought and shipped to your house under the guise that it’ll keep your hair healthy and long (and possibly grow longer!)

she wasn’t wrong—your hair grew a lot, so much that you can’t see your scalp anymore. you silently curse but bless your mother for her unnecessarily good products

“the hell are you doing?” you hear his voice say from your left. you let out a small huff, turning to face your boyfriend. sukuna looked at you with a small frown, his eyes squinting at you almost like he was silently judging you

“just looking at my hair, think i need to book an appointment for a retwist” you explain to him, turning back to the mirror. you brush your locs out of your face, pouting when they only bounce back over your eyes

sukuna let out a short laugh, now standing behind you. he dragged his hands up your forehead, using his hands as a makeshift headband, only to yank his hands back, causing your head to snap back

you let out a small yelp, whining about his unnecessary use of his strength. he was always so heavy handed, stemming from the hours he put into the gym. a grin tugged the corners of his lips, earning a frown from you

“you don’t need to waste your damn money like that. let me do it for you” sukuna murmured against your skin. he stared down at your face, watching how your eyebrows pinched together as you contemplated his request

there’s no way he, your boyfriend, the most impatient man you know wants to do your retwist. the same man that was grumbling and pouting because you took too long too long to come back with food. the same man that would complain when you took too long to get ready for bed

there’s just no way

“you sure?” he nodded. “positive?” he nodded again. “okay then” he grinned

-

“fuck this shit, you got too much damn hair”

you knew something like this would happen, barely ten minutes in and he’s already complaining

you were seated between sukuna’s legs on the floor, his heavy hands giving you whiplash as he moved your head every which way. sukuna grumbling in your ears as his eyes darted from the laptop screen playing a tutorial and back down to your hair

you couldn’t help but laugh at him. it reminded you of your mother, you could practically hear her voice through sukuna’s words, the same tone complaining about your thick hair

it warmed your heart, a dumb grin on your face that sukuna couldn’t see

“you wanted to help, don’t go complaining now” you teased, tilting your head back to look at him with a cheeky grin

he frowned, his eyes narrowing at you behind the thin red framed glasses. he pushed your head back down, grumbling about how you’re ‘so damn annoying’

he was lying, not really. but you didn’t care, you loved him anyway

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence except for the buzz of hearing the lady speaking into the mic, instructing each of sukuna’s movements

it was a constant pattern sukuna easily fell into: using the comb to make a part, smoothing it out with the gel then twisting the hair in the comb

palm rolling had to be the hardest part for him, you could tell with the way he would grunt and how the loc would slip from his fingers, messing up his rhythm

it was cute, everything about him was

—

a few hours pass, if you went to a shop—like you had planned to before sukuna came into the picture—they would’ve been done by now. not that you cared if it meant spending more time with your boyfriend

“almost done, jus’ got the top of your big head to do” sukuna said, you could hear the grin in his voice. maybe you should’ve went to the shop instead

“rude! my head isn’t big!” you shot back, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. it made you smile, almost making you forget how he basically insulted you

“mhm, whatever helps ya sleep at night” sukuna presses the tips of his fingers against your temple, tipping your head back to press a feather light kiss onto your forehead

it made you pout, in return you just get a snide smirk before he tipped your head back forward, making you stare at the wall

the cool metal of the comb slid through your new growth as sukuna formed your favored part. his hands moving your head front, back, side to side as he made sure everything was even

he didn’t want his partner leaving the house with a messed up part. he’d be damned if he knew he was the cause of it too

—

“im done, go look in the mirror” sukuna said after almost another twenty minutes of silence

your head felt heavy, all the small metal clips that kept your hair in place made themselves very apparent as they clinked against each other while you made your way back to the bathroom

you could hear sukuna snickering behind you as he followed you to the bathroom. ignoring him, your eyes fall onto your face in the mirror, analyzing your hair as your fingers brushed through your locs, being mindful of the clips

you let out a noise mixed with surprise and amusement. he was leaning against the doorframe once you faced him, his shoulders tensed up, you could tell he was interested in what you have to say

“it looks good! for your first time, you did it perfectly!” you praised him, a bright smile on your face

it affected him, enough for him to have a bashful look on his face. “i know, i know. now you don’t need those shitty stylist who want to scam you out of ya money”

“okay, now you’re being dramatic”

“i’m jus’ saying”

[creatingblackcharacters]

🌹Ice's Lazy Loc Wash Routine🌹

I wanna preface this with two very important things:

I do not retwist my own locs! It would take far longer if I did. I have the tools and the means, and I know how to do it. I just hate doing it 🤣. It takes patience and arm strength and I lack the will. When I have the money I just schedule a retwist. Usually about every three months (which is longer than usual)

This is the way EYE do it! This is one experience out of countless, so don't assume my way is THEE way. There are people that will probably scream at me through the screen. But alas... It is "lazy" Loc wash day for a reason. And I do still care for my hair, and it's healthy and thriving for seven years (as of this Wednesday) 👍🏾

Okay? Okay.

Washing

The misconception about locs is that they are dirty. They're no "dirtier" than any other type of hair, nor do they require dirt to lock. That's a lie, and a racist one at that.

That being said, locs will end up holding the weight of life lol. Skin, sweat, dust, pollen, smells (and for me, bc I have dermatitis, scabs); all those things will end up weighing your locs down. Some people will do an Apple Cider Vinegar and Baking Soda wash to detox their locs.

However, I use this!

Essentially it's water, apple cider vinegar, orange peel, and some essential oils in a spray bottle, so I can spray it directly on my scalp and locs and massage it in deeply. Let it sit for a bit. Because I only wash my hair every 2 weeks or so, it's fine, but I wouldn't do this if I was washing it more frequently as it could mess up my scalp pH. Again, I have painful dermatitis, so it helps me get closer to my problem spots. Does it burn? Yes. It's working 👍🏾

Then I use this soap bar, which has things like coconut oil, aloe vera, eucalyptus, tea tree, almond, lemongrass, and more in it to scrub my scalp. You're supposed to rub it into your hands and scrub it in, so naturally I put the bar directly on my scalp. Be better than me. Smells AMAZING though and leaves my scalp clearer than it has ever been.

Medicated Shampoo

I use a medicated shampoo last. While that sits, I bathe 👍🏾 Bathe well, too 👍🏾 Please make sure your characters are bathing when they wash their hair 👍🏾

Once I'm done, I gently pull my locs apart (they WILL start tangling at the root IMMEDIATELY), then I wrap my hair in a beach towel. You're supposed to use t shirts because they're softer on curls, but I don't like water dripping on me while I get dressed. I put on easy to wear clothing. Tits loose clothing. I gotta be comfortable.

Medication

So if you know me, this is something I complain about ALL THE TIME. And it's how dermatology does NOT cater to Black patients! Even my shampoo says "for 30 days, wash every night". I'm Black with locs. My shampoos last for months bc that is impossible without me sacrificing my entire night, every night. Even if I had an Afro, we're still not supposed to wash our hair every night for fear of stripping the natural oils.

So I have to DEMAND I be given a medicated liquid solution. No petroleum based products!! A solution is the easiest way to reach my scalp. Does it burn? Yes. It's working. 👍🏾

So if your character has a skin issue (dermatitis, psoriasis, exzema excema eczema) on the scalp... Solutions are the easy way to go.

Moisturizing

I promise this isn't free ads lmao, I just happen to be experimenting with this company and I like what I've seen so far. This is a real lite oil spray with rose water and essential oils, and it cools my scalp.

Aloe Vera, the goddess of healing. Also cools my scalp and addresses those burning, pink spots from my dermatitis.

Drying

Drying depends on the length and thickness of your locs, and the temperature. Mine are shoulder length, pencil thick. Today I dried at real high heat (unintentionally) and it only took about an hour. At a lesser, safer heat, about two. This hair dryer bag is LIFE fr.

Conclusion

If I don't have anywhere else to go (and I don't, bc I plan my loc wash days like this) I spray my scalp with oil one more time, put on my loc sock, and then I'm done 👍🏾

Total time today: about two hours. Normally 3 at a lower dry temp. Not bad at all.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Crying in tears at the thought Hobie yelling me I have good hair or he likes my hair

Cause I've never been told that at all ever in my life.

[Me screaming Hobie Brown and hair representation again]

I have really coarse, thick 4C hair. It's hard to the touch, and very coily, and always tangled. Even getting an afro takes hours of picking it out and detangle it which is PAINFUL

And like, I just accepted that I don't have 'hair' like everyone else. I can't style it or throw it up or wear it down or anything my hair is just THERE

Even since I was in middle school I just felt like I had 'bad hair' and in high school I stopped getting perms then shaved it off a year after that. And have never grown it out after unless it was to get braids or extensions installed.

No one has every told me they like my natural hair or that it looks nice like in it's peasy everyday form. I only get compliments if I've done literal hours of painful work

But I'm getting locs REALLY soon because of Hobie and like..

Just imagining him taking me he likes my hair and that I have good hair that I can do so much with

And him giving me loc tips 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭

I need that SO BAD

Hobie picking his fingers through my hard-ass hair and telling me how nice it's gonna loc up and how punk my dreads are gonna loc up

IMMA CRY IMMA REALLY CRY

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIS HAIR AND I LOVE MY HAIR TOO BECAUSE OF HIM AHHHHHHU

Never in my life have a seen a character with my hair texture - like hair that straight up DOESN'T MOVE. AT ALL.

Even Miles is like a solid 4a-4b

But Hobies hair is big and natural and he doesn't give a fuck about parting it or detangling it or doing hot oil treatments and endless Shea Moisture products that empty his wallet or laying his edges or buying pink cream and AHHHHHHHHHH

He just lets it grow and locs it up and keeps it clean and LET'S IT BE. Like EVERYONE ELSE ON EARTH FUCK

THAT'S ALL I EVER FUCKING WANTED IN LIFE MY GOOOOODDDDDDD

All I want is him to tell me that he finds my hair beatiful and healthly and that my hair is good and actually have like,,, things he likes about it. Hobie telling me how impressive my coil pattern is or IDK SOMETHING.

And not even in a sympathetic comforting way but like in a genuine casual way that he really means cause I've never had that ever

Never have I ever had someone tell me I have good hair genes and mean it and I NEED THAT FROM HOBIE BROWN!!!!

ONLY HE CAN'T TOUCH MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!

I- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

I can't go on. I have finally succumb to my Hobie brainrot, bring the hearse around I cannot be saved

[ataleofcrowns]

Hii, I would like to just thank you for your beautiful book. Your writing is inspiring and you’re so good at describing, it’s really admirable. Very easy to picture the beauty of things I’m your world because it’s so well described.

I specifically came here to thank you for the bath scene in the earlier chapters. My character has locs and I almost cried when you talked about washing them and maintaining the moisture with oils. I was like ‘reallll’ lol. I remember when I decided to keep my natural hair instead of chemically straightening it, on of the first things I learned was to maintain moisture with oils. I use a kind of oil/cream concoction now, but the way the servants (I forgot their names unfortunately) washed my Crown’s hair immediately reminded me of the first time I washed my natural hair.

Just, thank you for putting so much thought into these seemingly minor things. Authors I’ve read usually stop putting thought after assigning what hair their mc has.

Anyway, I’m super excited to get further into your story and see where it goes! (Also, I love your characterization of well, the characters lol. So chefs kiss)

I'm so happy to hear that!! I don't have curly or coily hair myself, but from playing these types of games a lot it's a recurring complaint I've heard from players and readers who do.

Honestly, it's the very least I can do as a writer to learn from the mistakes of other authors and not repeat them myself. I can also relate to the feeling of being overlooked/excluded in certain choice-based games that still (even if covertly) assume the MC is basically white regardless of the choices the player makes, and how frustrating that can be. I'm really glad you felt seen while playing my game!!

Thank you for the very kind message, I hope you enjoy the rest 💖💖

[shotmrmiller]

Gaz’s skin tone, Simon’s hair, Price’s blue eyes and she grows up to sound *exactly* like Johnny. You’re PISSED because, WTF?! It’s YOUR BABY! This is genetically IMPOSSIBLE! “I carry her for 9 months and I make a unicorn baby!? What am I? A sperm shaker?!”

You pout for a while, while the guys are all trying to figure out the tutorial to do their baby’s hair. All of them squinting at the screen like ‘heh?’ Because your little girl has Gaz’s curls and they want to take care of her proper. (Simon get’s it right in the end, Gaz comes 2nd, Price 3rd, Johnny 4th but only because he can’t stand when she cries if he tugs too hard.)

I’ll stop now

unicorn baby loool —Okay but LISTEN!!

It's Kyle's baby, obviously, but Johnny teaches her whatever he speaks (Gaelic?) because 2 languages are better than 1.

And so she grows up sounding just like him for it. The boys encourage that talk around her too.

They'll slip in aye, nae, the basics. SCOTTISH!

Kyle's already pulling out the aloe vera supplement, vegetable glycerin, and water to put into a spray bottle. He uses a hair butter to put on the ties in her hair because, "Don't want that pretty hair breaking, do we, sweetheart?"

He teaches them all he knows and sears it into their brain the LOC method.

"Forget your own name if you want. But never forget to moisturize her hair."

John, Simon and Johnny are taking notes on paper.

[hobeemin]

inked

💞 genre(s): romance, smut, angst, f2l

💞 pairing: christian yu x tattoo artist!poc (f) reader

💞 summary: he never confessed his feelings for her, worried about the negatives. friends always seemed like the safest route, right? screw that. take a chance.

💞 rating: 18+

💞 warning(s): swearing, pining, mention of breakups, self-consciousness, making out, grinding, teasing, hickies, some over and under clothing fondling

💞 word count: 1.7k

💞 credits: Many thanks to @playmetheclassics​ and @agustdef​ for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback. 💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

💞 a/n: this is for @k-vanity idols over flowers spring event 

main flower (genre): roses (romance) | supporting flower (au): waxflower (tattoo parlor) | greenery (tropes): f2l

“Ouch.”

The expression she gave him made him break character and laugh.

“You know that didn’t hurt,” she said while shading in an area.

He smirked, watching as the needle glided over his skin. “I know, and I gotta mess with you a little.”

“Not amused, Christian,” she murmured, wiping away the excess ink. 

He always loved how focused she’d become while working. 

They’d been friends for years. Y/N would touch up his tattoos during a break in town. Christian would come by after her shop closed, and they’d talk for hours or go out for drinks. The attraction was always there, but he never acted on it.

Was it nerves? 

It could be, but Christian valued his friendship with Y/N; he didn't want to ruin it with one misstep–especially since she was in a current relationship.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N placed the tattoo gun on the table, switching it off. She removed her gloves before wiping the sweat from her brow.

“All finished. Tell me what you think?”

Humming, he got up and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Studying the new piece, he nodded in approval.

“Damn. You outdid yourself; Love. This is great.” Giving her his award-winning smile and wink, he gently squeezed her hand.

“Thank you.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm from his touch. She brushed it aside, distracting herself by wiping the area with antibiotic ointment and wrapping it with plastic wrap.

“It’s all good. You can take the wrap off in a few hours, and make sure to wash it with fragrance-free soap and use some alcohol-free moisturizer,” she instructed while cleaning up her workspace.

Christian nodded as he got out of the chair, stretching his limbs. He glanced over at her for a moment. “You hungry, love?” 

She scoffed as she sprayed the cleaner on the table before cleaning it with paper towels. “You have to ask? Order whatever you like and have it delivered here, and I gotta clean up this place.”

He seemed surprised by her answer as he scrolled through the list of restaurants on the app. Usually, they’d go out to eat, but he wondered why the change now.

“Everything alright?”

She shrugged while putting the ink away. “Don’t feel like being social today is all.”

Y/N was avoiding the subject, but why make him worry? Her problems were her problems, and she’d figure out the rest. Besides, he was busy jet-setting around the world. Her life seemed so insignificant compared to his. Christian decided not to pry and put the order in before helping her around the shop while they waited for their takeout.

He hummed to himself as he swept, bobbing his head. Y/N looked up with interest.

“That sounds good.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

She smiled for the first time that day, brushing her locs off her face. “Uh-huh. Is it something you’re working on?”

“Might be, just foolin’ around with some stuff with Live. See where it goes, ya know.”

Y/N plopped down on the couch with a grunt. “Well, it’s great. I hope I get the first listen when it’s finished.”

“Of course, Love. Anything for you.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, avoiding his gaze. Why did he do this to her? No matter the situation, butterflies always formed in her belly when it came to him. 

“Y/N–”

They didn’t realize how much time had passed as a knock at the door caught them. She was relieved by the distraction. Christian went to retrieve the food and returned moments later, arms full of bags. The smells made her mouth water.

“Sushi?”

“Mhmm,” he answered, handing her a pair of chopsticks and one of the containers.

Y/N opened it to see her favorite sashimi arranged beautifully. “Salmon sake? You remembered?”

Christian gave her a wink. “Love, when it comes to you, I remember everything.”

Fuck. He was doing it again.

Noticing her expression, Christian sat back from her to give her room. “Sorry, Y/N.”

She placed the container, shaking her head. “No, no, it’s fine…I-I…shit…you’re the best. Seriously. I feel like I’m ruining the mood.”

“You’re not, Y/N. I understand if you don’t want to chat about it.”

She grabbed one of the pieces of salmon with her chopsticks popping it into her mouth before speaking up again. 

“It’s this.”

She opened her phone, hit a few buttons, and pushed it toward him. Christian glanced down, reading the text messages to himself. His brows knitted in frustration.

“Is he serious? What the fuck?”

Y/N shrugged, picking at the wasabi and swirling it in the soy sauce. “I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it, but it didn’t make sense. It hasn’t hit me that he broke up with me yet.”

Christian set his chopsticks down and stared at her. “He didn’t deserve you, Love.”

She scoffed softly. “Then why do I feel like shit?”

He closed the distance between them, moving to the couch beside her. With care, he took her hands into his.

“Y/N.”

She met his gaze after a moment of gathering her thoughts. 

“Yes?”

“You have no clue how beautiful you are, inside and out. I-I…fuck…I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself, but I need to confess this to you, Love.”

Worry crossed her face. What could he possibly say? 

“Christian?”

He chuckled softly, glancing at the intricate art in her arms and hands. “You don’t know?”

She blinked at him curiously. “Know what?”

“How much I like you, Love…like a lot. You’re constantly on my mind when we’re not together. I never admitted to it until now cause I didn't want to ruin our friendship.”

“Christian–”

He brushed his hair back, feeling his nerves return. “I know this is a lot to take in. I understand this timing sucks, but I couldn’t go on without telling you my feelings.”

It was a lot to take in. Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. Christian. As in the Christian Yu just revealed, he liked her. Her.

So many things swirled in her mind. How had she not noticed up until this point?! Being so wrapped up in her ex maybe cause her tunnel vision. Of course, she thought Christian was great. Hell, they spent enough time together to come to that conclusion. It never registered that he could find her attractive, though. That was certainly a surprise.

Clearing her throat, she gave him a small smile as the small circles he drew with his thumbs on her hands calmed her.

“You’re right. It is a lot to take in right now. I-It never occurred to me that you felt this way. I-I’m happy you could be honest with me about this.”

His cheeks became flushed under her stare. “I-I know this may be forward, but may I kiss you?”

She pulled her hand away to cover her mouth. “But I just ate.”

His dropped as he scooted closer to her. “I don’t care. I love everything about you, Y/N.”

Removing her glasses, she closed her eyes as his hand caressed her cheek. 

Damn, she was beautiful. His lips found her with ease as a breathy sigh left her lips. His lips were so soft and warm. He guided her gently, pressing her body against his. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as the kiss deepened.

He let out a guttural sound as their tongues touched. She was addicting. He couldn’t get enough of her. Y/N felt her body become aflame as he guided her to lie on the couch. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away to gaze at her. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered.

She suddenly felt shy, but it only added to her charm. Her fingers tangled into his dark locks, making him murmur with contentment.

“Gonna kiss you again. Is that okay?”

“Just kiss me,” she whispered back.

There was no hesitation in that one. Rough but passionate, their bodies molded to each other. His hands explored her body, unzipping her jacket and cupping her breasts as she keened into his touch. Grabbing her legs, he wrapped them around his waist. The denim from his jeans added to the sensation between her legs. 

The leggings she wore did little to stop her arousal. Moaning, she tried to keep herself in control, not wanting to aggravate the new tattoo on his chest. His fingers dragged down her stomach as her top hiked up. She shivered under his touch even more.

“I-Ian,” she rasped out.

He groaned, biting his lip. “Fuck, that is hot. Call me that baby, please.”

Christian’s lips found their way to her neck nibbling and teasing her skin. His nips grew stronger as he found a place on her neck to suckle. Y/N threw her head as more sounds of pleasure passed her lips.

It wasn’t until she felt his cock brush against her core through his jeans that she touched his chest.

“C-Christian?”

He paused his kissing to look at her. “Yes, love.”

She bit her lip, feeling nervous. “As much as I’d love to continue this…”

He nodded in understanding, sitting on the couch and helping her up. She adjusted her clothing and smoothed her locs.

“Trust me, I want this, but not in my shop,” she said with a smile.

He laughed with a nod. “I agree.” He leaned in and kissed her. 

“How about we finish dinner and get out of here? We can go somewhere and talk about what this means for us.”

“I like the sound of that,” she answered, pecking him on the lips. Standing, she walked over to the floor-length mirror, ensuring she was presentable.

“What am I gonna do about this?”

He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. He smirked, seeing the darkened spot at the base of her throat. 

“We’ll figure it out or something else.”

“Such as?”

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. “I could add a few more to match.”

With a snort, Y/N poked his stomach and rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s only fair I return the favor.”

“Can’t wait, love.”

[golly-ge3]

The turtles reacting to a pretty black girl <3

bay!turtlesXblkfem!reader

Sfw (16+)

Warnings : bad spelling/ grammar

For my black girls <3 luv y’all

Leonardo

• This turtle loves how neat your hair is especially when you have braids.

• He often asks you how long they took and blown away when you say they take 6 hours if you’re lucky.

•He loves how good you smell with the cocoa butter and the way your skin shines with your Vaseline on.

•He’s heavy on protect black women anytime someone bring up social issues he’ll be the first to mention the mistreatment of black women.

Raphael

•This cutieee loves your lace fronts (if you wear them) he finds it so cool that you can change you hair to anything you want at anytime and it always looks real and amazing on you.

• (kinda nsfw) If your booty is fat he’s definitely gonna be looking with no shame 😜

•If you wear hoop earrings he lovveeeesss them he doesn’t know why they just look satisfying.

•Likes when you do your edges dramatic he thinks it’s so cute.

Donatello

• He loves the way all your moisturizers and oils help you body grow in some way… like your hair oils makes your hair long and thick and your cocoa butter moisturizer makes your skin shiny and healthy.

•loves how long and thick your hair grows like something he’s never seen before (remember this guy has only been around white people his whole life lol)

•If you have a boho style he’ll love how earthy you are and down to earth.

•IF YOU HAVE LOCS HE ADORES THEMMMM ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU PUT CHARMS AND STUFF IN THEM!!

Michelangelo

•He loves how your skin glows at all time especially since they aren’t out at day time.

•loves it when you put your natural in hair in puffs in any puff style he’ll love it!

•If you get beads in your braids he’ll love the clock clacking sound they make.. it always lets him know when you’re around.

•like Raph he LOVES your edges they thinks they are so neat especially when they have that little curl at the side.

[that-scorpio]

Happiness 🤎

[earthchica]

fool for you

pairing: joel miller x black f! reader

summary: joel pushes you away after your love confession towards him.

warning: smut, little angst of fluff, oral (female & male receiving) dirty talking, doggystyle & sideways, unprotected sex.

a/n: my second joel miller fic, it's a little short but I hope you enjoy it and this is unedited.

You took a deep breath before heading downstairs to greet your date for the party.

Maria begged you to come, bring a date, and have some fun. She even hinted that Joel was gonna be there with his date.

So that is how Kenny came along, he was a nice, decent guy and I decided why not ask him if he wanted to go.

"Wow, Y/N! You look beautiful," He says, looking you up and down with a smile.

You were wearing an off the shoulders long-sleeve crop top, dark high-waist jeans, and your favorite pair of brown boots.

Your natural locs fall beautifully down your lovely dark brown moisturized shoulders.

"You ready?" Kenny asked and you nodded, walking alongside him as you both left.

*

You both arrived at the party which was in full swing. Maria waved you over to the bar.

Your eyes wander through until they meet the ones you came to love so much.

Joel’s dark brown eyes could hypnotize you from afar. Your eyes moved for a second to see a woman with loose curly hair sitting beside him.

It kinda hurt you seeing him with someone else but you didn't let that show.

You and Joel were close once until you went gone and confessed your feelings for him.

That was when things changed quickly. You and Ellie still were close but not you and joel.

After chatting and drinking with friends, your date dragged you to the dance floor as they were playing a song he liked.

Kenny was so sweet, he could tell something was wrong with you. He swirls you around while making you laugh like crazy.

You didn't even know Joel was watching you the whole time, practically ignoring his date.

After the dance, you felt a little dizzy, so you excuse yourself for a second to go get some fresh air.

You walked outside on the balcony and when that cool breeze hit your face, it felt so amazing.

"What are you doing with this guy?" You quickly turn around at the booming voice.

"Well! Hello to you too, Joel" You waved at him with a slight, amused smirk. 

"I asked a question, darling and I need an answer," Joel says with a low growl.

"I'm having fun, Joel, and why do you care? The last time we talked you said you didn't want anything to do with me," You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

His whole attitude changed quickly when you repeated what he said to you, knowing it hurt you badly.

"I just want to make sure you're being careful, darling." He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I can tell that's bullshit, Joel. Now tell me the real reason because you and I both know I can take care of myself" You challenged him, trying to understand.

You were waiting for an answer while looking deeply into his beautiful brown eyes when he didn't say anything.

You scoffed, about to walk away but he stopped you with his hand on your arm.

"I lied okay. I'm in love with you Y/N I love you, I fucking love you and it scares the shit out of me okay"

Silence caved in on the balcony and things became a reality to you when the words came out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Y/N for the way I've been treating you. You've always been there for me, bring your sweet self and when you confessed your love. I panicked and pushed you away, I-I'm sorry, darling." Joel began to ramble, you've never seen him like this before.

You cut him off by placing your hand on his cheek which made him close his eyes and take a breath slowly.

"I forgive you, Joel but just know if you ever push me away again I'll kick your ass"

"Yes, ma'am! I hear ya" He paused for a second looking between your eyes and lips.

"Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna kiss me?" You asked and he grinned, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you into the most intense kiss ever.

You pulled away, placing your hand on his chest, and asked, "you want to get out of here?"

*

"Ahh, Joel." You moaned, ruffing your hand through his hair. You felt so hot and turned on.

Joel looks up for a second with those lustful brown eyes before diving back between your legs.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he sucked harder, feeling yourself getting close.

"Joel, oh my goodness-I'm-" You didn't finish because it was too good.

"So good, baby," Joel says, propping your legs upward and resting his hands on your legs to keep them in place.

He continues to suck the soul out of you as your moans grow louder, and before you knew you felt yourself orgasm hard.

You lay there quietly, trying to get yourself together. Your body was shaking a little bit from the great climax.

"You okay, darling?" He murmurs, placing his hand on your face, and looking into your eyes.

"Yes, shit. That was so fucking good, Joel!" You manage to say with a smile.

He grins, begins to take his clothes off before moving up, and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

You flipped onto his back and grasped hold of his length. "My turn,"

You begin to kiss and lick the tip with no warning, you wrapped your lips around his thickness and took it deep.

Joel groans, trying to push your locs away from your face, so he can see your eyes.

You began bobbing your head up and down slowly while stroking him.

You take him out of your mouth and lather your saliva on it before going back in.

"Fuck...." He moans your name while meeting your gaze. You picked up the pace as you felt him getting closer to bust.

Joel moans, and starts thrusting up hard into your mouth, making you moan too.

You let him fuck your mouth until you had to tap his thigh, telling him to stop.

He pulls himself out, leaving you gasping for air, looking up at him.

"Fuck, darling," He says, grinning while staring at the drool dripping down from your chin.

He wipes it off with his thumb before pulling you up and making you get on all fours.

Joel slaps your ass a few times, before lining himself to your entrance and thrusting in slowly.

He leaves small kisses all down your neck to my back.

"Joel!" You moaned his name as his lovely dick fills you up perfectly. He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

"Shit, darling you feel so fucking good" He moans, leaning his forehead against your back.

He pulls out a little bit before thrusting back in.

You bite your lip, feeling him grip the roundness of your cheeks while pumping into your faster and harder.

He pushes you down to have your ass up, so he could hit your g-spot.

You gripped the bed sheets tight while looking back at Joel.

"Shit" Joel moans, throwing his head for a second. He thrusts a few more times before rearranging the position sideways.

"Fuck, Y/N" He moans, leaning his forehead against your cheek. He picks the pace again, setting a steady rhythm.

"Ahhh Joel. Oh, I'm gonna cum" You moaned, feeling your pussy clenching around his dick.

He buried his face in your neck, diving deep, and sliding down to rapidly rub your clit.

"Yes, cum baby. I'm right there with you" He whispers in your ear, still rubbing at your clit fast.

"JOEL!" You screamed, orgasming hard again and he was right behind.

Your walls were covered with streams of his hot cum and he did while moaning out your name.

Joel slowly pulls out of you and drops down on his back lovingly looking at your sweaty dark brown back.

"I love you so much, darling," He says with a smile. You smiled, sat up, and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you, more, Joel. Now come here you got alot of making up to do, Texas" You said with a giggle, pulling him to be on top of you.

[writingoddess1125]

PLEASE could you write a buggy x reader where it’s her first time seeing him without his makeup and he’s in relatively plain clothes and he gets super worried that she won’t like him anymore because he’s not all flashy but she comforts him?? Thank you!!!

Oh I love this! I gotcha love

Buggy X FemReader

Tiny spoonful of Angst and Lots of Fluff

Slightly SubBuggy

You had just gotten out of the bath, towel drying your hair after a particular long day in the Big Top. After a very well done raid of a island, a so-so show you had finally gotten time to winde down for the day. But there was one thing missing- Your damn brush! You'd practically torn apart your room to find it.

Groaning you get up and walk a few doors down to Buggy's room. Often leaving your stuff there or him leaving his stuff in your room- It was just apart of your guys relationship.

"Hey Bugs did I leave my brush in your room?"

You called out as you stepped into his room, having been too familiar with the Captian to bother knocking. The two of you being in a romantic relationship with each other, while he was your Captian he was also the man who you held at night and kissed away his fears and doubts.

Opening the door you are invited to a surprising sight, there stood Buggy in the center of his room in simple black trousers and a white shirt, his blue hair was down his back in thick waves that showed off his face very well. His face cleared of any makeup and even looked moisturized.

His eyes were wide in shock at seeing you there and seeing him like this- His face turning bright red as he stared at you.

"Bugs?.. Do you have my brush?" You asked, blinking at him as you still wanted your brush. Walking into the room and closing the door behind you as you walk to him and look at the vanity were you might have left it.

"G-Get the hell out!" He yelled, embarrassed anger on his face as he pointed to the door. You looked at him in surprise, a brow being raises at his words.

"What's you're problem?" You ask, narrowing your gaze on him and walking to the Captian who stepped away from you.

"I just said get the hell out (Y/N)!! Who do you think you are walking into my room like this! I let you get away with lots but don't you dare think I will-" He was cut off as you reached forward and touched his hair, twirling a loc in your fingertips.

"Your hair looks pretty" You commented, seeing his face blow red like a lamp. He started to stutter nonsense at you, watching as you continued to play with his hair.

"Are you self conscious my Love? I've seen every part of you, just as you've seen me. What has you concerned" He shuts up at this, forgetting you can read him like a open book. He deflates slightly at your words.

"I-I don't look flashy- and my makeup is gone" He muttered, keeping his gaze from you awkwardly. You soften and reach up to gently cup his face, kissing his clean cheek.

"Oh Buggy, you look handsome with or without your makeup. You will always be sexy to me I'm the flashiest of clothes or plain. You are perfect the way you are" You said sweetly, caressing his cheek that had the starts of blue stubble on it. His eyes softened at this as he leaned into your touch.

"Here, let's go lay down Bugs" You suggest, feeling him nod against your hands. Gently reaching down tou take his hand and lead him to the bed, climbing in first you watch him follow after you. Crawling towards you and laying his body against yours, running your fingers through his hair gently in reward as his head laid on your pelvis as he cuddled against your inner leg. Eyes closed and relaxed as he laid there, vulnerable and safe in your arms. A content sigh leaving his pink lips.

"Thank you (Y/N)... Also- i broke your brush and threw it out to sea"

He was met with a pillow to his head at that- and he giggled at this as he snuggled in closer.

[leabethchase]

On that post about Annabeth's hair, is there something about black people's hair that needs coverage/protection when going to bed? (Sorry if this comes across as a stupid question, but I'm a white guy and I'm not going to pretend I know everything)

Hi! This question isn't stupid at all. I'm not sure how long this has been sitting in my inbox as I don't check it often, so sorry if this is really late.

The simple answer is naturally curly hair is more susceptible to damage and breakage. Especially when being brushed or combed, getting wet, rubbing on non silk fabrics. It can all cause long term damage to curly hair. So delicate care is needed to preserve healthy hair. Most fabrics are not good for curly hair, or really any kind of hair in general, because they absorb the moistureand oils from your hair that keep it healthy. Wearing silk wraps or bonnets on our heads when we sleep keeps damage to a minimum, helps our natural oils stay in tact, keeps strands moisturized, and our hairstyles preserved.

It also ties into why black women wear braids or locs. Besides it just being a style we find fashionable, its a way to protect our hair for long periods of time without constant manipulation of brushing it and whatnot.

Hope this helps anyone that needs it!

[creatingblackcharacters]

i really enjoyed your lessons on black hair and it's allowed me to think a lot more deeply about the character arc of one of my black characters and how his hair style would change as he progresses through his story.

there is a part of the story where he lives completely on his own, survivalist style for a couple years, and i was wondering if it would be realistic for him to maintain a box braid hairstyle during this time or if i should look into other options for his hair during this period of his arc. what tools would he need to do his hair on his own?

i appreciate the work you're doing here and also your art that you've shared! i love your use of color in character design <3

That's good! I'm glad to hear that you applied what you learned. And thanks 🥺 I feel like I gotta get better with colors but I appreciate it 🥹

(actually, unless you're the same anon, I have another anon asking about hair- this is an example!)

If you mean simple box braids where they look like this:

It's not impossible....... but...... It still would take effort. He'd at least need access to water, some sort of oil or moisturizer, and a small tooth comb for parting. And time. Here's a video on a beginner friendly way where she didn't blow dry his hair; I say that bc I doubt he has the electricity for a neater, blow dried box braid. Tbh I doubt he'd want to keep focusing on it all that much though, given he's trying to survive.

Now, you already know my bias- LOCS! Freeform, even. Never even think about it outside of occasionally pulling them apart. Or, if he started locs before he went on this journey, they'd be neater.

Or, if he's got access to a pick, razor and/or scissors, might just be a regular ol short afro time for him. If it were me, and the point were survival and I was by myself, id focus on ease and using as little of my resources as possible, and an Afro would be my choice.

Still, it's up to you! Those are just my thoughts.