define your curls

Guys My Age

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan visits Alexandria to get under your father’s skin. Instead he finds you with a guy in your bedroom which cause his rage to unleash.

Warnings: Language and Negan’s vulgarness.

Cause you hold me like a woman, in way I’ve never felt before. And it makes me wanna hold on, and it makes me wanna be all yours. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me, don’t know how touch me, don’t know how to love me good.

“So, what’s the deal with that one asshole, Negan?” Carter responded flatly as his fingers brushed along the numerous sight of romance novels that rested in your book shelf; analyzing the different titles.

You snickered to yourself. In fact, he was an asshole but a ridiculously attractive asshole that you couldn’t keep out of your head. In all honesty, you were beginning to become concerned of how and why you found him so captivating. For crying out loud, he murdered both Abe and Glenn who were like uncles to you.

“There’s not much to say. He killed Abraham and Glenn. That’s pretty self explanatory.” You stated bitterly as you stood from your bedside, flipping your silky, defined curls to the opposite side of your cranium.

Lately, if anyone insulted Negan, you blew up in an instant. Though, you chose to believe it was simply a crush on an older man that most girls your age were known to have. But it was quite an age gap considering you were in your early twenties, him looking as if he were in his mid forties.

He chuckled in amusement at your bizarre behavior, walking towards you with a toothy grin. “I know that. Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

You nodded your head nonchalantly. You definitely did not want to give him the idea that speaking negatively of Negan offended you in any way.

“Yes, I’m fine. I think you should go. I don’t think Carl or my dad will be back tonight.” You responded calmly, gesturing towards the door with a slight smile.

You didn’t want to give him the impression you were rude, but having Carl’s friend up in your bedroom was more than awkward.

You watched as a sly smirk plastered along his face, a look of lust embedded in his dark eyes. “I don’t get a goodbye kiss, baby doll?”

You instantly scoffed, widening your eyes at his sudden outburst.

“Carter, what the hell? You’re my brother’s friend. I just thought you and I were good friends.” You pointed out with a disgusted expression as you folded your arms over your petite chest.

He chuckled dryly, his tongue coming in contact with his bottom lip.

Baby, you told me Carl wasn’t here, then led me up to your room. To me, that seems like you wanted to mess around.” He replied with no remorse in his tone, seductively grazing his finger tips along the smooth, exposed skin of your lower abdomen.

You instantly furrowed your eyebrows, pursing your full lips angrily at the audacity he had appeared to expose towards you.

“I was only being nice. I wasn’t trying to sleep with you, dumbass. You’re a year younger than me.”

He laughed at your comment, “What? You like older guys? Shit, what do they have that I don’t?”

He forcefully grabbed your waist, pulling you against his body hungrily.

Even though he was younger, he was much more stronger than you which was an astonishment to you.

“Carter, fucking stop.” You hissed through gritted teeth, suddenly feeling his rough lips against yours.

Abruptly, you heard several loud knocks at the door causing you to jump out of your skin.

“I need to answer the door.” You growled impatiently, clawing his chest in order for him to release you.

“One more kiss.” He suggested with an arrogant smirk, placing more kisses along your lips that were moist from his salvia.

Once you gave in and kissed him back, you heard whistling that was familiar to you.

Rick! Where the fuck are you, prick?”


Your stomach instantly churned from nervousness and excitement.

“Oh my god, Negan.” You muttered in fright, motioning for him to get off you.

Your door slung open where Negan was welcomed to a guy with his hands all over you.

“N-Negan.” You gasped in embarrassment causing Carter to instantly bolt towards the door until Negan stopped him by pressing the very tip of Lucille against his skull.

“Well, damn baby girl, I was stopping by to greet your father and his minion’s, but realize they’re gone and I find you instead with a boy up in hands all over that irresistible, little body. Do you know how fucking pissed that makes me? Or how pissed your daddy’o would be?” He pressed Lucille against Carter’s skull once more, lifting his head with the bat higher.

“Man, I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Please let me go.” Carter pleaded with tears in his eyes from the fear of what Negan was capable of.

Negan chuckled in amusement, “What a pussy. (Y/N), baby, why would you want a little boy like this when you can have a man?”

Your heart fluttered with anxiety as you watched the scenario play before your eyes. “Negan, just let him go.”

As much as you couldn’t stand Carter, you didn’t want to see him die in humiliation in front of the two of you.

A chuckle escaped his mouth as a smirk formed along his pink lips. “Fine. Asshole, go sit outside on the porch. I’ll meet you in a bit out there and we’ll have a little chat.”

Carter instantly bolted out the door where Negan stood, placing his weight onto Lucille as his eyes skimmed over your figure lustfully.

“You know, Negan, I don’t want him,” You began as you bit your lower lip shyly.

He watched in amazement, a smirk laying upon his lips. “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to treat me, but I know you could.”

He smirked devilishly, his large gloved hand caressing your rosy cheek.

“Princess, I can do many, many damn things that a little boy couldn’t do for you.”

Your heart pounded anxiously as he wrapped his arms around your tiny waist, beginning to tease you by barely pressing his lips against yours.

“Do you want me to show you? You know, if you’re agreeable to it.” He inquired, slouching back with his usual smirk.

“I do.” You purred, allowing him to drop you onto your desk.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips greeted yours sensually, his fingers tangling in your thick locks of hair.

“Negan.” You gasped in satisfaction causing him to place his finger against your lips to make you silent.

“Wait, that little bitch..Carter, is it?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he waited for a reply.

“He’s waiting out there for a chat and Lucille is thirsty.” You watched as a twisted smirk toyed upon his lips as he gripped Lucille, walking out of your bedroom.


DIY || Make PERFECT Flaxseed Hair Gel EVERY TIME! Fool-Proof Method

Naptural85 writes:

I’m finally updating my ORIGINAL Flaxseed Gel recipe previously uploaded in 2010! This is how I’ve been making my flaxseed gel for the past MANY years! This all-natural DIY hair gel is perfect for all hair textures and hair types. The flaxseed gel is super moisturizing, has a nice soft hold, and defines your curls perfectly! I’m going to share how to make this gel PERFECT Every. Single. Time. No joke! No more guessing games or burning hands. This is how to get a perfect flaxseed gel consistency every time you make it! I hope it helps! XO!


Define your curls

For the lil lady asking about what I do to my hair and how to make curly hair less frizzy:

1. So with curly hair it tends to be dry so the main thing is to keep it moisturised. A lot of people swear by coconut oil (put it on your hair once every week or every 2 weeks) and it’ll smooth it all out and strengthen it. Make sure you wash it out properly so your roots aren’t flat and greasy.

2. Try not to use heat your curls. It could take a while for the curl pattern to regulate again.

3. Use moisturising shampoos/conditioners/masks that’ll lock in moisture for as long as possible and keep your curls defined. They don’t have to be expensive (you can make diy masks at home).

- Shampoos and conditioners for straight hair are supposed to tame frizz and make hair sleeker. I’ve started using them lately and it’s been working v well for me so it might be worth a try -

4. When you’re shampooing your hair, focus on the roots and not the tips since shampoo strips your hair of oils and you don’t want dry ends. And try to wash your hair only when you need to. Excessive washing dries out curly hair especially.

5. Brush your hair only before you wash it and never brush it when its wet!! A wide toothed comb is better for your hair than a brush because it reduces breakage.

6. While on the topic of hair, start brushing from the bottom up!

7. Dry your hair with a towel (or something softer like a t shirt) by dabbing it instead of rubbing it. Again, you’re trying to keep the curls as intact as possible.

8. To keep your curls defined, don’t brush your hair after you get out of the shower!! Like I said, only brush it before you wash it.

9. What I personally put in my hair after I wash it: I rub a bit of my conditioner between the palms of my hands, flip my hair over and start scrunching my hair, focusing on the middle/ends of my hair and the areas where my hair usually gets the most frizzy. I don’t rinse it out which is why I only use a small amount so my hair doesn’t look greasy.

10. On the days I don’t wash my hair (if my hair is looking frizzy) I put a bit of water on it and then scrunch a tiny bit of conditioner through it and it’ll rejuvenate the curls as if it’s just been washed. Or I rub a few drops of Moroccan oil between my hands and put that on the middle/ends of my hair.

11. Don’t run your fingers through your hair (I do this a lot lol). It separates and frizzes out your curls. Also go for trims whenever you feel like the ends of your hair are dry.

12. I find that putting my hair up in a bun or a ponytail or a braid ruins the way my curls look, so when I want my hair out of my face I either clip it back or I put a headband on.

13. idk if this will help specifically with frizzy hair but zinc is a good mineral for your hair and nails.

That’s all I can think of for now and it’s what I find works for me. Hope it was helpful 💘


PHOTO by: austinjwillis
MODEL: ahippiesoul1

By: ahippiesoul1

My personal go to protective style is the quick and easy Bantu knots. BANTU KNOTS for me is not just another “PROTECTIVE STYLE” but a style for me that expresses My complete FREEDOM and unapologetic willingness to be comfortable with who I am. Completely exposed face without the ability to hide behind chemically stretched hair or that imported Brazilian body wave… Not that there is anything wrong with those go to styles but for me it was more so expressing myself Through the curves of my nose, cheeks, and lips and feeling confident with what was always intended for me to LOVE without the help of hair. Meanwhile my natural coils are being protected simultaneous, that’s is FREEDOM.

~Depending on how defined you want your curls to appear depends on how many knots your willing to form on your head. In this picture I have 8 knots. This go to method is perfect because it protects the fragile coils that exist at the end of our coily strands, and promotes hair growth. For the best results leave Bantu knots installed overnight.

~On WASHED CONDITIONED light WET hair add (MOISTURIZER of choice) in this case I used T-tree Leave-in conditioner.
~Determine the amount of knots desired.
~Finger comb each section and add your (STYLER of choice) in this case I used Pantene defining curls styling custard.
~On each section separate down the middle so you now have hair sectioned in half and two strand the twist until you get to the very end of your coils. When you reach the end of your coils add (Oil of choice) in this case I used Jamaican Black Castor Oil (JBCO) and JOJOBA oil. Twist two-strand twist into mini knots seal ends and tuck!

thenamesaj  asked:

I just started this whole natural thing in February but I feel like my hair isn't growing and I don't feel like I have a curl pattern. So how do I get it to grow and curl "the right way?"

Curl the right way? That cracks me up because I remember having the same question. You may have a hair texture that doesn’t necessarily curl how you’re used to seeing other people’s hair. You can experiment with twists outs, braid outs, Bantu knot outs, perm rods, or whatever else there is to achieve curl definition. The best advice I can give is for you to just appreciate the hair you’ve been given and know that whatever it looks like, it’s the “right way” because God blessed you with it.

Hopefully you’ll find products to help with defining your natural curls. Even if that takes a while, love the stage you’re in and play around with your kinks and curls.

Best wishes on your natural journey!


If detangling your hair got y'all stressed, or if you don’t always have the time to put all your products in,

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It’s highly concentrated so a little goes a LONG way. So the instructions “_________ size amount” should actually work for you.

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-Defining your natural curl/coils
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-minimizing frizz
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bertinaa  asked:

I thought that the natural hair movement was a means to get away from Eurocentrism, but women with looser curl patterns are way more accepted than women who have tighter curls. All of these products and methods, claiming to "define your curls" or "stretch you hair" are made to make women with tighter curls feel inferior yet again. Maybe I am the only one who feels this way. Do you think there is still Eurocentrism in the natural hair community?

Of course there is. I also think these are also just different ways to style of hair because our hair is so diverse. I love my afro and kinks, but I also like to stretch to wear my hair in different styles. Shrinkage is real..

Admin Milla


when you hairdresser defines your curls without using a whole lotta products


Natural Hair || Finger Coils Tutorial

“Hey Guys! Here’s an easy tutorial showing you how to define your natural curls doing finger coils! ♥”

Via ImShineStruck

I came up with this in the span of half an hour just now, all because I imagined Jerome sucking on a candy cane. Oops. ———–

“Jerome…. Fuck…”

“Better watch your mouth, gorgeous.”

The redhead draws a freckled digit down the side of your ribcage, circling the inked letters you bore of his initials. Ever the loyal dame you are to him. A smirk overpowers his mouth, but he’s caught off guard as he sees you still briefly, your arm out stretching before he can stop it. You lay a splayed, opened palm slap across his cheek, daring him to say watch your language again. Pissing him off with a yank to the big dog’s chain.

His green eyes darken considerably, features screwed up. You taunt him with a leg locking around his waist, pushing him flush against your already naked chest. “What? Hmm? You don’t want me to hit you this time, baby? Can’t take it?”

His fingers wrap around your throat, tugging you up with him as he rolls up and off you. He’s snarling, baring those pearly white teeth that have you licking your lips in response. “God, I want to taste your anger, Valeska. What I wouldn’t give….”

He’s shoving you, hard, hands now on either side of your head. Hovering, he’s close enough that that single red piece of hair rests between your eyebrows, his mint stained hot breath on your mouth. The muscles in your neck strain against the watering hunger you felt. This need to fucking taste him. Just a little bit. You could beg, couldn’t you? No, not yet. Things are just heating up high.

His response to your words, to the last minute you two shared is to sink his teeth painfully into your lower lip. You feel the skin give way to the intrusion of his bite. And then he’s laughing, oh he’s laughing. That slow chortle, that echoing word. “Ha. Ha. Ha.” spreads from his mouth onto your own. He licks the blood away after, muttering how he’s tempted to spit it back into your mouth and hold you down until you choke on it.

“You have no idea how much I wish I could slit your throat with my new toy for your behavior, Y/N. Very bad girl. But then again, your father was a domineering drunk, wasn’t he? The apple of his eye is rotten to the core.”

You know he’s baiting you. You roll off the tension at his remarks. It’s what you two do. Always treading this dangerous line between taunting and terror. You feed off it. He gets high from it. It’s fucking disgusting. And you crave it, you crave it more than any god damned thing in this god forsaken city of Gotham.

Jerome Valeska is your Achilles heel, and you won’t have it any other way. You hum in response, letting him have this one. He always does this thing with his pretty mouth when you placate him, and you have this rush for it tonight. Your lips purse in his favorite pout of yours, your hands settling at nape of his neck to comb through that lush fire red hair. Christ, the hair alone made you have to clench your thighs together. You pull once, twice, your mouth hovering over Jerome’s defined jawline, your teeth scraping the flesh until it rebounded with an angry red mark.

“Can I come, baby?” A kiss to that red mark is delivered. “Use you until I feel good, Jerome?” You note his intake of sharp breath at your pronunciation of his name. Your careful, respectful manner as you use it to ask him. “I promise I’ll let you hurt me after. Whatever you want, daddy.”

He’s eyeing you now, those pupils blown so wide you feel your throat parch, your body reacting all at once. Fuck, he really is beautiful. Despite what he does, how his bitch whore of a mother tried to do to him, he’s beautiful. And he’s yours. He entrusts only you and you alone to break him. But you can’t ever break him. You are two halves of a whole.

You kiss at his nose, causing you both to smile against each other’s mouths. You know he’s agreeing, his cock giving away his unspoken answer. You draw a hand down between you two, giving him a squeeze through the fabric of his slacks. Reaching up into his silk robe, you retrieve the candy cane he had been teasing you with earlier. Drawing it from his pocket you give it a defined slow lick, your finger curling around the shaped top in strokes.

Jerome doesn’t take his eyes off you. Mesmerized. Ready. You bite your lip, your taste buds engulfed in the copper of the broken flesh. You slip a hand into the panties you wore, falling against Jerome for more friction. You’re panting as you give into yourself, that slick sound circling around the room, wrapping around you and Jerome Valeska. You whine a little, pushing the sleeve of silk up his arm until it’s caught on his elbow. You lift up the limb, those freckles decorating this beautiful man in ways otherworldly.

You inch up, letting one hand stray to rip open the top of his robe, your breasts immediately pressing into his chest. You watch his nipples harden at the change in temperate, and you waste no precious time in laying your own over his. Back to the task at hand, you straddle that freckled arm, mounting it. Your sex is pressed up against the underside of Jerome’s wrist, his erratic pulse point against your heat spurring your into slow, aching thrusts. He is yours. Fuck. He is. And he’s agreeing, you hear him, see him as you let yourself catch his gaze. You’ve said it outloud.

You remember the candy treat, taking your fingers off holding onto Jerome’s forearm, you push aside your panties, taking in the arousal that spills out, thick. Jerome clenches his teeth when you douse the candy cane with it, pressing it to his lips after, sucking in the other end. You balance yourself with your left hand wound around him, fingers pulling that ginger hair, starting to ride over his arm again, rutting your clit into his pulse point, panting against the overwhelming need for this man.

Your mouth drops open against Jerome’s, /needing/ to tell him. “You make me so wet, Valeska. So fucking wet for you. Always.”

And his voice is husky, ragged as he retorts to you. “Say it, Y/N. I need to hear that filthy mouth now, gorgeous.”

You comply, rolling against him until there was no longer any air that wasn’t shared between you two left.

“Hold my pussy, Jerome. Fuck, please?” Those long fingers unravel and cup your lace clad sex as you continue riding Jerome’s arm. Not. Enough. Fuck. More.

“Squeeze my god damn throat, Valeska! Now!”

His other arm extends to grant your wish, those knuckles bending as your air bottoms out, your vision catching swirls. You laugh, tossing your head back, arched out and riding Jerome. You were taking your pleasure right now. Owning it. You own him and he owns you. This ignites you until you’re whimpering pathetically, right there. That rumbling current slamming into your belly, pooling inside your heat. Your heart is beating faster, Jerome’s breathing labored, watching you ride him like it is the most magnificent show in Gotham to him. No, on earth. His eyes dance with consist enchantment.

“Go on, gorgeous. Come on. Let’s get you there.” He’s punching out two fingers until they’re inside of you. And you’re coming undone, that wave causing you to collapse against his hand, your throat constricting when you cry out through your orgasm. Jerome catches you against his shoulder, both your chests still flush together. He brushes his fingers through your hair, about to say something when the bell of your room is buzzed more than once.

“Lack of fucking manners in this city,” Jerome huffs.

You grin lazily, lifting the candy cane with the slightly shared edge, scolding him first for his language, but your idea making up for it in hindsight. His eyes grow dark, taking the object as you give your suggestion.

“Didn’t you mention something about wanting to slit a throat?”