Four pars powdered milk, one part baking soda, six drops lemon essential oil. ten drops chamomile essential oil,
one part dried lemon peel, one part chamomile flowers.
Softens skin, exfoliates, heals eczema and psoriasis, calms acne, hydrates skin without making it oily, enhances relation, soothes sore muscles, removed dead skin and encourages new skin growth, conditions hair, fixes split ends, anti-ageing.
Encourages peace and calm, promotes self love, helps with astral projection, good for after doing a tiring spell, especially a curse, and invigorates throat chakra.
Request:“Could you do one where reader is in another band and is the singer or something like that“
(Y/N): I missed out on an episode of adventure time for this so you guys better like it. Thank you for submitting x
Being on tour is one of the greatest thing ever. You get to travel the world and do what you love with the people you love at the same time. Of course it has its pros and cons but overall, it‘s something you could not be enough grateful for. On top of that, is the opportunity to somewhat give back to your fans, that have supported your band as a whole throughout all these years, through many ups and downs.
You wake up at early in the morning in the stronghold to watch the sunrise. This morning isn’t grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The colours merge into neon pink and peach. Catching a glimpse of your phone, you notice that it‘s way too early for you to get out of bed, so you choose to use the time to check your social medias. Immediately after opening the Twitter app, your vision gets bombard with thousands of notifications. However, almost all of them are hinting to one single tweet.
‘@tylerjoseph: @joshdun is seeing the love of his life live tonight. wish him luck‘
“You’re mine to own” for possesive starters? Robbie Or
Peter But I do like a possesive pan… *COUGH*smut*COUGH* Whoops srry I think I’m
getting a bit of a cold… ;) k thx love ur blog
Warning/s: smut (loool)
Summary: he gets jealous
Character: Peter Pan
note: thx anon!
After Henry accidentally gave Devin a scar, Y/N immediately
got an aid kit to clean the lost boy’s scar. She made him sit on a log while
she cleans the wound. Devin watches Y/N as she dabs cotton on his cheek.
Peter, who was across the camp, is scowling at the scene in
front of him. He didn’t like the idea of Y/N touching anyone except him. Y/N,
who was oblivious to Devin having a crush on her, kissed the wound like she
would with other lost boys.
Pan came stomping towards them with a deadly scowl. He
grabbed Y/N’s wrist and simply said “Come with me”. He dragged her to his hut,
locking the door and casting a spell so no one will be able to enter or leave
the hut without his permission.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked. Pan looked at her with dark eyes.
“You touching that boy is what’s wrong.” He growled.
Y/N’s eyes widened but then turned into a frown.
“He was injured!” she exclaimed.
“I don’t care! I own you! You’re mine to own!” He yelled and pushed Y/N against the wall.
“And I’m going to show you who you belong to” Peter
whispered, his eyes filled with lust. He then began kissing Y/N with so much
force. Y/N tried to push him off which only angered him. He pulled away and
snapped his fingers.
Y/N looked down to see that she was completely bare. Peter
watched her with lustful eyes and then grabbed her wrists, pinning it above her
When he tried kissing her, she turned her head. Peter
chuckled and kissed her neck instead, sucking on it gently. Y/N tried to hide
her moans but failed. Peter smirked against her neck and used one hand to cup
her left breast.
Y/N wasn’t able to hold it anymore and moaned. “Peter”
Peter pulled away, smirking contently.
Y/N scowled at Peter.
“Fuck y-“ she was cut off when Peter cupped her dripping
“Already wet for me?” he teased.
“Is it really because of you?” Y/N teased but Peter didn’t
think it was funny. He cupped her core harder; making her knees buckle but
Peter pushed her shoulders to the wall.
“Let’s see who really makes you wet” and with that, Peter
sucked harder on her neck while his
fingers plunged themselves in her.
“Peter!” she moaned loudly.
“See? Only me can make you feel this way.” He smirked as he
curled his fingers, hitting her in the right places.
“Yes, yes. Oh god” Y/N yelled as she felt her stomach
“I think I-” Y/N didn’t finished her sentence when Peter started
thrusting his fingers in a fast phase making Y/N reach her edge and come all
over his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out and licked them. He smirked,
It was three o'clock in the morning, and you still couldn’t sleep.
Taehyung, your best friend of seven years was planning on proposing to his girlfriend of three years tonight…
It made you sick to your stomach to know that leech was getting your best friend to be hers for the rest of their lives, but you couldn’t say anything. Taehyung would defend her till the day he died.
He loved so strongly, and so purely that it broke your heart every day that he was with her and not you…
You had loved him for so long and so deeply that every time you watched him kiss her your heart would shatter into pieces. But you were silent and supported him. You were there whenever they got into a fight and he needed to stay away for a few days to clear his head.
You were almost certain he had some sort of inkling that you liked him, but you knew he wasn’t aware of the extent that you loved him. He was so oblivious, he really was. But it was one of the many things you loved about him.
Hello there, my dears! This is my own personal recipe for lemon spearmint green tea imbued with luck, healing, prosperity, and protection. It’s very simple and easy to make, and it’s especially refreshing on a hot summer day.
♡ Spearmint leaves (you can use any type of mint you want, I just happen to be growing spearmint at the moment)
♡ Green tea bags (I buy the large store brand ones)
♡ Lemon juice or an actual lemon
♡ Sugar or honey
Put a pot of water on the stove to boil. I use a big pot because I like to make a gallon at a time. Wash your mint leaves and set them aside. Add your tea bags to your water (it won’t be boiling yet). The box will tell you how many to add for the amount of water you are using (or just eyeball it like I do). Before you add your mint leaves, center yourself and focus your energy. Tear each leaf in half and drop it into the water. The tearing helps to release more flavor and put your own energy into the leaves. As you drop the leaves into the water, chant the words luck, healing, prosperity, and protection however many times you feel is necessary. I tend to say each word as I drop in a leaf, imbuing that leaf with the power of that word. Let your tea come to a boil, while stirring here and there. I also tend to chant while I’m stirring. Once it has come to a boil remove the tea bags, take it off of the heat, and transfer it into whatever container you wish to use. I have a trusty plastic gallon sized pitcher than I use for my magickal teas. Add in your sugar or honey. I use anywhere between a half cup and a full cup of sugar for a gallon, but add however much you wish. Add some more spearmint leaves as well. Add in a few squirts of lemon juice for happiness. Alternatively, just squeeze a lemon into the container and/or add lemon slices. That’s it! Stick it in the refrigerator to cool off and serve over ice.
Pro tip: If you are harvesting the mint yourself, make sure to thank the plant for allowing you to harvest it, don’t take more than you need, and don’t harvest in a way that injures the plant. (you can always google how to properly harvest certain herbs without harming the plant itself)
Request: Omg that last imagine you wrote was amazing *fans self* if you’re taking requests, can you do an Elijah/reader where it’s her bday & he makes her cum repeatedly (vampire stamina woohoo) ;) ;-* thx so much I hope to read more of your sexy imagines in the future
Yes, I will be doing requests, but no ships.
Your boyfriend of two years appears at the door. You nervously twiddle with your thumbs as he leans against the door frame. “So, Y/N.” he asks casually, suit impeccable and eyes shining. “Ready, birthday girl?”
Your lips quirk into a smile. “You can come in, bloodsucker.” you giggled.
He smirked, stepping over the doorframe and pushing you against the wall. “Loving the new house.” he complimented, staring at the white walls and bare rooms. You rolled your eyes, giggling loudly when he began sucking on your neck. You held back a moan, digging your hand into his shoulders.
“Elijah,” you warned. “Dinner.”
He rolled his eyes, “Of course, we must get to that wretched dinner before we really celebrate your birthday.” You went crimson, hiding your face in his chest.
“After you.” he grinned.
Rebekah was quickly at the door, greeting you. “Y/N! Happy Birthday!” she grinned, ushering you in. You coughed awkwardly, seeing Klaus at the head of the table, feeding off a scantily-clad waitress. He tossed her away, wiping his mouth.
“If it isn’t the birthday girl!” he cheered, eyes twinkling. “Elijah’s little pet human.”
Elijah stiffened next to you, pulling you behind him. “Nikalus, if you have something to say, by all means, say it.” he challenged.
You swallowed, you knew Klaus was unhappy about your relationship. It just didn’t bother you until now. Kol glanced back and forth, kicking his legs up on the table. Rebekah hissed, finally joining Klaus and Kol at the long table. “Put your feet on the table and I’ll chop them off.”
He rolled his eyes, standing up and striding towards you. “Y/N!” he threw his arms out, embracing you and kissing your hand with a smirk. “You look sexy as usual.”
Elijah sighed, “Let’s get this over with.”
You cracked a smile, “When you marry the man, you marry his family.” you joked. Your eyes widened at what you said. “I-I mean, not that we’re married. No, uh, we’re not! I mean, not that I don’t want to! Just-”
Elijah smiled widely, “I understand.” he laughed. “Shall we begin the evening?”
Klaus pushed his plate away. “So, when are you going to turn Y/N?”
You choked on your chicken, watching Elijah growl. “Niklaus, you worry about Caroline, or Cami, or Hayley- Or whoever captures your attention these days. I’ll worry about Y/N, hm?”
Klaus shrugged, “I mean, she’s gonna grow old one day, might as well turn her while she’s fresh.”
Elijah growled loudly, abruptly standing up. He left the room, using his vampire speed to whisk up the stairs. Rebekah frowned, “I could’ve sworn this dinner was for Y/N? If you wanted to bitch, you could’ve just sent an email, Nik.”
Kol coughed, “I have business to attend to, goodbye.” he smiled awkwardly and left.
You smiled at Klaus, “Lovely dinner.”
You found Elijah reading a magazine in his room. He looked up, folding the magazine. “I apologize for this evening. Niklaus, he’s just-”
You darted towards him, kissing him on the lips. He grinned against you, licking your bottom lip. His hands gripped your ass, holding you into him. Your mouth parted, moaning into his mouth when his tongue explored your mouth. You grinded into his lap, winding your hands around his neck. You broke away, pressing your forehead to his. “Elijah,” you breathed.
A cough interrupted the intimate moment. Kol stood at the doorway, hands shoved into his pockets. “Elijah, have you seen my magazine.” he smirked.
Elijah cocked his head to the side. “Yes, I’m afraid it was standing innocently on my bed this morning. Is it the one with detailed pictures?”
Kol smirked again. “Yes, the porn one.”
You gasped, still on Elijah’s lap. And found the magazine Elijah had been reading folded behind him. You flipped through it, dramatically gagging at the pictures of nude women spreading their legs and pushing up their breasts. “Gross!” you squealed, tossing it to Kol.
He saluted, “You can get back to whatever you were doing.”
Elijah slammed the door, pushing you onto the bed, “Well, happy birthday, Y/N.” he purred, removing his suit jacket. Your breathing spiked erratically.
He was going to slow, teasing you on purpose. You yanked his pants down, removing his boxers, and hissing when ran his tongue along your neck. You were panting, digging your fingers into his soft hair. He groaned, tearing through your clothes. You whimpered and clawed at his back when he dug his teeth into you. He slowly fed on you, watching you. Without warning he pulled his blood-stained mouth away from your neck. His hands tugged at your panties, throwing them to the floor. “Beautiful.” he murmured, dragging his hand along your slick core.
You moaned out, bucking your hips and begging for more. “Elijah! I want yo- Oh my gosh!” He had shoved two fingers into your hot, wet cunt. “Ah, fuck! Elijah!” you moaned out, bucking against him. He curled his fingers inside you, smirking when you screamed coming undone.
“Do you love it when I fuck you?” he murmured against her neck. “Do you love being my little slut?”
Your breaths came out in pants. “Do you want to sit on my face?” he purred.
You grinned, lowering yourself onto him, hissing when he kitten licked your clit. He sucked harshly at the sensitive bud of nerves. You tangled your fingers into his soft hair, pulling at it everytime he licked. Without warning he shoved his tongue inside you, groaning when you pulled at his hair to control yourself. It was too much for you, the pleasure. You rode his tongue, swiveling your hips to gain the most from the mind-blowing pleasure.
His tongue didn’t stop moving until you came, screaming and moaning for Elijah. He greedily took everything you gave him. You climbed off his face, staring at the mess you made. “Sorry.” you blushed, hiding your face in his chest.
He cocked his head, climbing over you and positioning his member at your cunt. “I’m not done, Y/N. What kind of birthday sex would this be without my big cock filling you up?”
You moaned when he teased your slit, running his cock along you. “I want your big cock filling me up, and making me cum. I want it, Elijah! I want it!”
“As you wish, birthday girl.” he shoved himself into you, hissing when you clenched around him. “You’re such a dirty slut, so hungry for my huge cock.” he shouted, thrusting into you over and over.
“Yes, yes! I’m so hungry for your thick cock! Pound into me! Destroy my pussy!”
“Do you like my original cock?!” his hands were holding your hips down roughly, sure to leave a bruise. “Do you like my big, original cock pounding into your cunt, you little slut?”
“Yes, I love it! I love it!”
You bucked your hips against his, swiveling your hips again to get the most out of your orgasm. He shot his hot seed into you, moaning as he did so. He smirked at you, pulling you into his chest as he laid beside you. “Round two?” he grinned.