how i glo'd up, also wrote about cleaning my room bc who wants to be hot with a dirty room


  • clean all your sheets, pillow cases and blankets
  • make your bed
  • get rid of things you don’t need
  • make sure all clothes are folded and put away
  • vacuum/mop floor
  • make sure all surfaces are wiped down and there isn’t dust collecting anywhere
  • clean windows
  • make sure everything in your room is in its place
  • check under neath bed for any rubbish
  • if you have cupboards full of things get rid of what you don’t use and organise everything left
  • spray some room freshener, or light some incense or a candle


  • make sure you use a shampoo and conditioner for your hair for example frizz control, volumising, fragile hair etc
  • take a shower, when showering only rub the shampoo in to your scalp, not the conditioner and do that for 40 seconds
  • rub conditioner in to the ends of your hair and leave in for a few minutes before rinsing 
  • rinse your hair under cold water when done
  • blow dry your hair on a cool setting instead of towel drying it to avoid breakage
  • don’t brush your hair while it’s wet
  • avoid tying your hair up as it causes you hair to break
  • use a spray leave in conditioner after you shower
  • give your hair some treatment every once in a while, there’s plenty of DIY hair treatments just google it
  • always use a heat protector when straightening or blow drying hair
  • eat fish, chicken, walnuts, almonds, milk, bananas, eggs, potatoes, spinach, tomatoes, wholegrain products, beans and lentils


  • use micellar water instead of makeup wipes to take your makeup off as they dry the skin
  • wash your face with a PH balanced cleanser, if you don’t own a PH balanced cleanser make sure to use a toner after you wash your face
  • YOU DON’T HAVE TO MOISTURISE! If you have naturally oily skin adding moisturiser will just add oil, only moisturise if your face is feeling dry
  • Try and drink 2L of water for a day
  • Put lip balm on your lips whenever they feel like they’re drying up
  • Always wear primer before putting on makeup and never go to sleep with makeup on


  • brush, floss and use a mouth wash morning and night
  • put baking powder on your toothpaste once a week to whiten them
  • avoid foods that stain your teeth 


  • i am always wearing tan so i exfoliate and shave once a week
  • moisturise everyday
  • paint your nails once a week and keep them clipped and filed
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Return - Part 7 - Jim Kirk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Summary: series following the events of loot– takes place during events of star trek beyond. in this chapter, you learn the universe and forgiveness are good.

Warnings: language, mild cuteness

A/N: my favorite part so far

Jim was the first to awaken the following morning. His head atop the balled-up fabric of his jacket, he groaned as he attempted to jostle a sore neck.

He placed his hand against the site of the ache and suffered through moving so he could look around at something other than the dense trees towering far above him.

When he was able to register the weight on his chest, he propped himself up on one elbow. Though his skin dug into the dirt and small rocks littered about, he didn’t mind as he looked over your peaceful features placated by sleep.

With a hand on his chest and your head leant against it, you were pressed against Jim’s side while your injured hand sat gingerly upon his stomach.

He smiled at you, using the light touch of his fingers to brush away any of the hair that’d fallen over your cheek and forehead. His touch lingered, skirting down from your locks to the rise of your cheekbone and the length of your jaw. He sighed as he took notice of the purple and yellow splotches lining the skin of your neck— marks of such violence, such hatred looked almost sacrilegious against your skin.

Even the red, angry part of him seemed to be quiet— it seemed to not mind your proximity and actually enjoyed the warmth of your body, the faint smell of a scent that was purely you, the soft snores that left your parted lips.

Of course, he could feel every bit of that in his ribs. It slammed there, stabbed there, grinned there— just by looking at you.

He sighed again, lying back so he could stare at the blue sky and bright rays of light sneaking through the leaves above. He looked to his other side as he heard deeper snores, spotting Chekov a few yards away with his head against a smooth rock that didn’t look too comfortable.

When Jim felt you stir, he immediately clamped his eyes shut and moved his hand as far away from you as he could. He tried to breathe with greater depth when he felt you prop yourself up on the elbow of your healthy arm and resisted the temptation to look at you when the brightness surrounded you like the halo he still thought you deserved.

You stared down at him for a moment, wondering how you ended up against his chest rather than the spot a few feet away like you’d intended. You shrugged a shoulder and turned to sit up entirely. Your bare legs, host to about twelve small bug bites, were sore as you stretched them before you, and your wrist still ached deeply.

You looked down at Jim again, smiling to yourself as you caught a bit of blue before he could squeeze his open eye shut. “I know you’re awake.”

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Arranged marriage.

Pairing: Suho/reader
Warnings: rough smut;)

“No! I don’t think so” she got up and stormed out of the room.

Being the heir to a billionaire fashion company seemed okay.. Life was easy growing up but then her parents decided to give it to her. Well half anyways and had forced her into an arranged marriage with the neighbour company.

Kim Joonmyeon became the height of her problems and her worst fears. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attracted to him, boy she was! That gorgeous chocolate brown hair which just stuck up at all the right angels. That lovely face which seemed to be carved from Angels but despite all this at the tender age of 22 she was not ready for marriage.

Although getting used to him, this weird arrangement they had; she never called it a marriage. They had been intimate before but she found it awkward purely because she didn’t know him that well. How could she fully devote herself to someone she wasn’t too sure of.. But how could her mother force her to have a baby?

“Morning baby” she turned around to see Suho; as he was known to his friends; walking up to her. “Did you sleep well last night? You kept tossing”
Walking over to the fridge and thinking about last night she replied.

“Just my mum, you know what she’s like Joonmyeon”

“Why don’t we go out and do something? Watch a movie maybe?”

“Hmm okay.. It’s not that we can’t escape this eh?” She didn’t want to escape but she felt uncomfortable, how could she have a baby now.

“I’m so sorry about it, we don’t have to you know…” He trailed off, as if he didn’t know how to approach the situation.

“I just need some time, you’re great Joonmyeon but this is my body and has to be at my pace..”

And that’s how that conversation ended but it was picked up by him announcing that he was going to book tickets at the cinema, a scary film for the both of them to bond over, she had a love hate relationship with scary movies, being scared obviously freaked her out but she loved the thrill that she got from watching them, that feeling of being on the edge of your seat and not being able to take your eyes off the screen.

She wasn’t really allowed to be rebellious during her teenage years, she lost friends as she was never aloud out, stuck inside meant being alone and isolated and books and music became her only source of friendship and warmth, her parents never really seen her as a daughter but more a fraction of their business.

- - -

Tonight his hand was lower than usual, it rested on her lower back, while the other hand held a chilled glass of crisp champagne, it was a cool evening and they were under the canopy at another formal event. It was always black tie. Never anything different and although they both dressed up it got boring pretty quickly.

She couldn’t help but gawk at him when he arrived by her side, a simple black suit with a white shirt. Silver cuff links adorned his cuffs and he looked perfect. Brown hair was swept to the side and that beautiful smile made her mouth go dry and her legs grow weak but ironically she did the same to him, she had decided to wear a short dress this time although it was sophisticated and she accessorised with a single drop diamond necklace and her nails glittery but sexy. Black heels completed her outfit and god how Joonmyeon could have slammed her against the wall and have his way with her and then snuggle up to her. But he knew she was untouchable in the sense that she was always in control. He’d never make a move unless he knew she was okay with it.

“You look so beautiful right now” his hand cupped her hips and she was flush straight against his body, her hair was volumised and wavy, and it flowed down to her lower back.

“Aw thanks, you look amazing today Joonmyeon, that suit really makes you look good”

“You’re flirty tonight, what changed?” His mouth was near her ear and his words raises goosebumps all over her skin, his breath hot.

“Nothing did?” She pulled away and winked before going to get another drink, she felt hot, like a sunny day where the sun burns into you; the sun was his eyes and she felt the atmosphere thicken, heavy with unspoken words.

Damn that girl he thought while he watched her. Suho wasn’t normally the type of think so dirty but damn that ass, those curves of her body which she hated but he adored. He wanted to run his hands up and down her body.

He seen her mother go up to her, and like every time she went to his wife she looked flustered and almost scared and in an instant he was near her.

“What’s the problem now then?”

“Are you two really together. She still isn’t pregnant! Unless you guys give me a child I will take everything away from you!”

“In all honestly ma’am that’s our business, leave my wife alone ok?” he whisked her away quickly, rubbing her shoulders while she stayed in his chest.

“Joonmyeon can we go home? Please” her voice was soft but spoke of unspoken promises, the way she tugged at the back of his blazer and guided them both to his car.

“Anything for you princess, are you sure you’re okay now?” He tucked her hair behind her eyes and stood there just taking in her beauty, she was absolutely stunning, perfectly crafted by the gods. She was beautiful inside and out.

“I’m okay, I just. It doesn’t matter”

“Tell me baby” His eyes were still on hers, he was completely captivated by her presence, lately he had realised just how much he loved her. Her eyes burned into him, just one look and it turned him insane. All week they had been teasing each other, soft little touches on the sides of each others body, cuddles with a kiss at the neck which was always ignored; all of these made their sexual tension arise higher and higher but as usual nothing happened. They were still strangers in a sense.

“It’s nothing Joonmyeon, can we go please?” She got in the car, a small smirk playing on her lips while she looked at the man she was married to get in the car, he looked flustered and god how she loved that.

The car ride was short and sweet, the function was held only 20 minutes away from their actual house which was a lot bigger than they had needed, sometimes she hated the lavish lifestyle. She hadn’t ever worked, she got her degree in Uni earlier than most people and everything was handed to her on a plate.

Fumbling out the car she entered the giant mansion, the lights were on and the house was filled with a light fresh scent with a hint of vanilla. A force pushed her against the wall of the gigantic hallway, hands were locked above her head and Joonmyeons body was flushed tight against hers.

“All night, you’ve been flirting and I can’t take it anymore, if I don’t get my hands on you I’m going to go insane baby”

“Then maybe you should be a man Joonmyeon, and touch me” Her words were like venom dripping, but god it turned him on and he needed her so badly. They stared at each other, as if challenging to other to make the first move.

Suho went for her mouth, it was all tongue and wet and it raised goosebumps all over her skin, they kissed like this for a while, hands undoing the clothing. She moaned when he picked her up while sucking on her neck just below her ear, it just felt so good and it all went down to her core.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, oh so much Suho” Her calling him Suho adding another layer to their relationship and he almost ran to the bedroom with her in his arms, dropping her on the bed he tore his suit off, the buttons all already undone he just yanked them off while she took of her dress. Suho kissed her again, and all hope flew out the window, they took off all the underwear and ended up against the fluffy bouncy pillows, tongues clashing while he entered her slowly. They’d had sex before but this felt different almost, it felt more real and they were already panting.

Joonmyeons hands flicked her thighs over his arms while he pounded into her, this wasn’t time for any foreplay but he made sure he hit all the right places, she was a moaning mess and clutched at his shoulders, moaning his name every time he hit that sweet spot.

“Fuck, i’m going to cum baby, oh shit” his words tumbled out in a hurried heap when he attached his lips to hers, kissing her hard, biting those gorgeous swollen lips while he came…


They lay there kissing each other, still hyped up with energy when he decided to go down on her, her legs were spread wide apart while he lay assault on her clit with his oh so skillful tongue. She felt so elated that he was making her cum even though he already did. She knew he really was perfect but this was just being thoughtful of her needs. 

“Joonmeyon” she moaned, holding that gorgeous sex hair while he made her feel so so good, she was screaming and panting but he didn’t stop until she came again. That smirk she thought while looking at him. They’d finally broken that barrier, as they both lay there basking in the glow of sunrise they’d both realised that they’d found their one true love.

7. rough [suga]

Originally posted by bwiyowo

anonymous said:

Hi! Can I request a aftercare fluff with yoongi after really? Just really fluffy and ahhh!

genre: fluff; smut(?);

word count: 2206 Words

warnings: Light swearing and mature themes I guess?

a/n: dedicated to the terrible @lovelyoongis-nim who didn’t tell me it was her birthday today. nonetheless, please continue to do what you do now and I will support you through the whole way! good luck for the future unnie! jjang <3

The streams of light coming from the outside, already awoken, world brought you out of your slumber. As much as you didn’t want to, you had too many assignments to finish that day, and every minute you spent was officially equivalent to gold.

You rolled over onto your side, only to have your vision blocked by a mint haired head, and a pale sleeping Yoongi. Your naked limbs were tangled together comfortably, displaying to the world just what you did the night before. Smiling softly, you brushed his hair away from his face, before sitting yourself up.

Your clothes were lazily sprawled around the room, more ripped than actually disposed.

The two of you had gone out to dinner, when you bumped into an old colleague of yours, who obviously had a thing for you during your high school days. You didn’t protest when the latter begun hitting on you, dropping suggestive comments about your figure and your appearance. Nonetheless, you still played along, which lead to an unfortunate (for you that is) night.

You gazed down at your bare stomach, peppered with purple bite marks, and the bruises dancing across your inner thighs, all of which being Yoongi branded.

Sighing to yourself, you stood up, only to be sent back flying to the comfortable mattress from the excruciating pain streaming throughout your lower half. You whined to yourself, trying your best to massage the pain away, but it didn’t work.

‘That’s weird,’ you thought to yourself, running a hand through your tangled locks. ‘It wasn’t like this last night…’

“Y/N-ah? Are you awake?” Yoongi’s raspy voice spoke from behind you. You whipped your head around to look at him, giving him a small, apologetic look.

“Yeah, did I wake you up?” you questioned, pressing your lips to his temple, ignoring the pain within your calves. He shook his head, shifting his position to sitting beside you.

“No,” he replied softly, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You flinched back at the pressure, which only made your boyfriend frown and remove it quickly. “Are you okay?”

You nodded with a fake smile.

Yoongi had practice today, and you had college. Cramps couldn’t get the best of both of you.

“Y/N, tell me the truth,” he warned sternly. Your façade was burnt down almost immediately as you sunk into his broad shoulders.

“Fine, fine. It does hurt, but just get ready. You have practice today,” you whispered in reply, grabbing a fistful of his flesh and pulling it up to stand. He stared back at you with confusion flooding his half closed eyes. “What?”

Before you could register what was going on, he had lifted your body onto his back and begun carrying you to the bathroom. You wailed for him to put you down, hitting his bare back repetitively, but he didn’t listen and simply placed you into the tub.

“Yoongi-ah, you’re going to be late. I’ll do this by myself, just go,” you whined, watching as he completely ignored you once again and began running the water into the tub. You pouted, reaching out to turn the faucet off, but his hand caught your wrist faster than you could.

“We’re going to take a bath, and I am going to help you with your cramps, arraseo?” he stated, dropping a bath bomb into the water. You rolled your eyes at the older boy, crossing your arms over your bare chest.

The water splashed around you as he got into the tub beside you and dragged you onto his lap.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked, turning you around to scan your naked body. Slowly, you pointed to your torso where he had buried his nails whilst thrusting mercilessly into you. He pressed a kiss to the bruises in that area and stood back up to look at you. “Where else?”

You pointed to your stinging neck. He pressed a kiss there. You pointed to your stomach. He pressed a kiss there.

You giggled at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before settling onto the cast iron of the bathtub.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded, and you obliged, squeezing your two eyelids together.

The feeling of your loofa surprisingly made you squirm amongst the warm water, the tickling sensation making it hard to suppress your laughter as he scrubbed your body down.

“Stop moving!” he whined, taking a pause so that you could catch your breath. You opened your eyes slightly to see him crossing his arms over his shoulders, his eyebrow cocked up as if he was waiting for you to give up your act of defiance. “Can I keep going now?”

Inhaling sharply, you shut your eyes once again, nodding at his request before the material hit your skin again, and you were once again trying to suppress your bubbling giggles.

Nonetheless, you managed to do so, and he was soon lifting you out of the bathtub, and settling your body onto the counter where a towel was set down. He grabbed another, beginning to wipe your soaked body as a father would to a five-year-old.

“You know I can do this myself, right?” you questioned watching as he continued to do so. He simply rolled his eyes, unlatching from your body to dry himself off as well.

“Didn’t you say your thigh hurt because of what I did to you last night?” he questioned back, mirroring your cockiness. You fell silent at his statement, a pout overcoming your confident façade. He smirked, pulling his boxers onto his legs. “I thought so.”

“So, what have we learnt from the night’s experience?” he began questioning you as he picked up your hairdryer. Pouting even more, you crossed your arms over your chest, averting your gaze from his figure.

“Don’t hit on other guys…” you mumbled stubbornly, which only lead to the latter’s smile growing wider as the plugged the appliance into its socket.

“And?” he pressed on, knowing that your temper would soon explode.

“Always listen to Yoongi whenever he says he’ll fuck you until you reach Hong Kong…” you added, pressing your thighs together at the memory of his words pouring out of his cum covered lips that night. He smiled, holding the hairdryer steadily in his hands.

“Good job, Y/N-ah~” he cooed, switching it on and beginning to dry your hair.

Your black strands flew all over the place, the hot air coming out of the device making you squirm a bit. Yoongi held you by the hips, covering every nook and cranny of your undried hair until it was volumised (A/N: Is that a word? I don’t know, but I’ll use it.) as it normally would be.

“Done!” he cheered, switching the machine off and placing it once again in the top closet of your drawer.

You watched as he wrapped a towel around your body, but what you were not expecting was for him to throw you over his shoulder and carry you back into your room.

“YAH! Min Yoongi, put me down!” you screeched, banging your fists onto his back. He ignored your frantic shouts, kicking the wooden door open and placing you onto the mattress, as you had requested.

You huffed angrily at his treatment, furrowing your eyebrows together. It wasn’t like you couldn’t walk!


The older boy begun going through the contents of your drawers and you couldn’t help be curious as to what he would have chosen. Being an idol and all, he would definitely have a better fashion sense than you.

“Do you have a lecture today?” he questioned, looking back at your sitting figure. You nodded slowly, but immediately regretted it when he picked out your navy-blue dress that pooled up to your knees along with a pair of leggings and a long white shirt. “Here.”

“Oppa!” you whined, stomping your feet onto the floor at the sight of your school girl-like clothes. Did he seriously expect you to wear that? “I don’t want to wear that!”

“What do you want to wear then?” he questioned warily, scanning over the contents of your drawers. There weren’t as many things different from the outfit he had just picked up. Sweatpants, sweatshirts, shirts. He looked to your direction, looking at you suspiciously as your face widened with happiness and your finger pointed it’s way to your closet.

“Check there,” you spoke, watching as he cautiously stooped over to the direction, opening the closet doors slowly.

His eyes widened at the sight of the stacked up piles of leggings, tights, jeans and tank tops sitting inside. He slammed it closed, shaking his head furiously at the idea of his woman dressed like that in front of other men. Never going to happen.

“No way are you wearing that,” he stated, shaking the thought out of his head. You pouted even more at his reaction, stomping your feet even more, despite the pangs of pain shooting up your thighs.




He looked to you, who had the fully equipped sparkling puppy eyes and sighed.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled, throwing a pair of leggings and over-sized t-shirt out of the wretched bunch of clothes.

“Thank you oppa~” you cooed, raising your hands so he could slip the shirt over your head.

“Whatever,” he murmured, looking through your drawers for clothes of his own.


“Are you sure you can walk?” he questioned warily, keeping his hands below your body, just in case you were to fall. You gripped onto the doorframe, turning around to roll your eyes at him.

“It doesn’t hurt that much Yoongi, just relax and drop me off. Your fans are probably going to come looking for you at this time,” you said, glancing at your wristwatch. He furrowed his eyebrows together, shaking his head.

“No, no, no. We’re going to take as much time as you need, understood?” you simply sighed, turning around o walk out of the apartment door. Yoongi locked the door behind you, stopping only to fix the beanie placed on top of your head.

The cool morning breeze hit your skin harsher that you thought, but nonetheless, you proceeded to walk towards Yoongi’s car parked in the corner of the underground parking lot.

“Do you feel cold? Does it still hurt? Is the seat comfortable?” he continued to bombard you with questions, to which you only responded with a small smile as you fastened your seatbelt. He started up the engine with a sigh, but before that, turning to you and asking “You’re okay right?”

“I’m fine! Come on, you’re going to be late as well!” so in response, he simply turned around, firing up the engine and begun to drive to your campus.


“Are you sure you don’t need me to walk you to class?”

Huffing, you turned to him, slapping his shoulder violently.

“Ouch!” he yelped. “What was that for?” he whined, releasing his grip on your shoulder to rub at his own. You rolled your eyes at the older boy, continuing to limp forward to the doors of the gigantic building.

“I can walk myself Yoongi, you can go now!” you shouted, holding up your hand in signal for him to go to his own schedules. You could faintly hear the whispers of the BTS fan girls that had newly transferred to the institute at the sight of the famous man, but unlike he normally would take that as a cue to exit the scene, he simply ran up to your side and latched onto your shoulder again.

“Maybe just to be safe.”

And to that, you rolled your eyes again, but you didn’t take the time to shoot back a clever retort. You were already late, so why not take your famous-ass boyfriend with you?


Class was long done, and to your luck, the results to your assignment (and the reason you couldn’t walk that day, I might add) turned out pretty well.

Chaerin, a friend of yours from high school, immediately noticed the way you relied on your left foot to walk across the room after you finished talking to the ahjummas who just couldn’t stop gushing over the fact you were dating the Min Yoongi.

She jogged over to your side, wrapping her fingers around your forearm to halt you in your steps, successfully managing to grab your attention.

“Y/N-ah? Is your leg okay? It looks like you broke it or something,” she mumbled, the amount of genuine concern in her voice making a small smile creep up to your lips.

“Yeah, they’re just a bit sore, I guess,” you shrugged it off, continuing to walk forward. She followed next to you, scanning your body until her eyes landed on a patch of discoloured skin blossoming on the skin of your neck.

Upon seeing this, her lips transformed into a sly smirk as she raised an eyebrow expectantly at your oblivious frame, still struggling to walk towards the door where your boyfriend was probably waiting for you.

“Rough night, hey?” she questioned, teasingly bumping your shoulders together.

You caught on quickly, walking past the glass of the sliding doors with your lips tilting upward into a smile. Turning back to her, you gave her a small wink, replying with a short sentence.

“Rougher than you’d have thought”

The Scarlet Letter - Castiel One Shot


Anonymous said:

Hey! Xxx Firstly – loved your Gabriel fic about being a stripper. Secondly – could I do a request where the reader and TFW go undercover at a strip club and the reader is mistaken for a stripper, leading to giving Cas a lap dance? Sorry it’s so similar xx

Word Count: 2,800

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Swearing, lap dance, smut.

The Scarlet Letter

The four of you had been investigating the case for a week now and after asking all the right questions you had finally got a break in the case: all of the men had disappeared from the same place, The Scarlet Letter exotic dance club.

You had spent the day planning out how you were going to stake out the club, and it was going to take all four of you to make sure you caught whatever was drawing these men out of the club. Sam was going to wait outside the club, watching the exits and looking for anyone leaving suspiciously. That left you, Dean and Cass to patrol the inside of the club, and after a day of arguing with Dean you finally agreed that it might be best if you dressed like one of the girls that worked there, for the sake of blending into the background. You refused Dean’s offer to buy a costume for you, even though he insisted he would pick out something very flattering and tasteful.

That meant you had to stop by a boutique during the day while the boys hit the books and as much as you had resisted the idea of going undercover you couldn’t help but enjoy trying on some of the amazing sets of lingerie and looking yourself up and down in the mirror. As much as you loved the way you looked in the cute corsets and camisoles, there was another reason you were taking your time to pick out the perfect outfit for the evening: Castiel.

Ever since you had teamed up with Team Free Will you had been trying to drop subtle hints to the angel about the fact that you were crazy about him. Whether you were flirting with him over library books or convincing him to cuddle up with you to watch a movie, you could never really get a read on how he felt about you and so far he hadn’t really made a move on you. But you figured seeing you looking this amazing in your undercover stripper outfit would hopefully tempt even an angel of the lord to trying to get you into bed.

Finally you picked a purple and black silky set of lingerie, complete with suspenders, panties, a very voluptuous bra and a pair of killer black heels. You almost didn’t want to take them off in the shop and you couldn’t wait to put them on before your little hunting trip out. When you got back to the motel room you had a huge smile on your face and the boys were still sat around flicking through books and discussing strategy for the stake out tonight.

“Did you find something sexy and suitable (Y/N)?” Dean asked with a wink, smiling at the fancy bag hanging off your arm.

“I think I’ll look the part tonight.” You smiled back, noticing Castiel’s eyes fixed on the bag as well, and you were pretty sure there was a small smile on his face.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” You sat next to Sam, and he starting filling you in on their research from the afternoon.


You had a solid idea of what you were doing that night and while the boys packed the car full of weapons, and Castiel and Dean hid a few knives in their coats, you slipped into the bathroom to get changed. You felt your nerves building as you slipped on the sexy little outfit and applied a little extra makeup, finishing your lips with an amazing ruby red lip gloss and turning your head upside down to volumise your hair a little. You looked yourself over in the bathroom mirror and smiled, you definitely didn’t look like a hunter tonight, you looked incredibly sexy and taking a deep breath you finally opened the bathroom door, ready for the boys – mostly Cass – to see you.

You strutted into the living room and were greeted by exactly the reaction you had hoped for, Castiel’s mouth hung open, his wide eyes slowly rising up your form, trying to take in every detail of your amazing body. Dean laughed and clapped his hands,

“Woah (Y/N), don’t you make quite the little stripper! You should have no trouble fitting in tonight!” He said, circling you before he grabbed the car keys and headed for Baby.

“Would you like my coat for the car ride (Y/N)? Not that you don’t look nice, you look amazing, I just thought that you might be a little cold.” Castiel quietly mumbled, sliding his trench coat over his shoulders, his eyes flickering between your face and your amazing cleavage.

“That would be great, thanks Cass.” You smiled, as he placed it over your shoulders gently his hands running over your arms and down to your waist, resting there for a moment before he backed off and walked to the car. You breathed in his heavenly scent as you wrapped the coat around you, forgetting about your evening plans completely for a minute.


You were harshly snapped back to reality as you stepped out of the car and heard the loud club music blaring from the entrance of The Scarlet Letter. Sam wished you luck as he drove off into the alley behind the club to keep an eye on the back door, and you pulled Castiel’s coat around you tightly, feeling exposed as you walked towards the door. Luckily there was no doorman or bouncer standing out front so you, Cass and Dean quickly slipped inside unnoticed and took a moment to compose yourselves in the hallway.

“Have you got somewhere you can keep a phone?” Dean asked as you slid Castiel’s coat off and handed it back to him. It was hard to tell if it was just the club lights but it certainly looked like the angel was blushing as he glanced over your skimpy outfit, pulling his coat back on.

“Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on it, no worries.” You replied, hiding the phone in your bra, before you bravely stepped out in the main club and quickly grabbed a drinks tray to make it looked like you belonged there. You couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the eyes of every man you walked past trailing over your figure in awe, but it didn’t make you nearly as pleased as when you turned round and were certain you saw Castiel staring at your ass.

You circulated the room for about half an hour but the downside of your amazing outfit is that no one really wanted to talk to you about if they had seen anything weird lately; they just wanted you to dance for them. A few times you noticed a huge guy stood in the corner of the room watching you suspiciously so you avoided him and headed over to Cass, who was sat in a seat on the edge of the room looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“You don’t look like you’re having nearly as much fun as Dean.” You joked, as he strained to keep his eyes locked on yours rather than trailing them down to your chest as you leaned over his chair.

“I have not been able to gather much information (Y/N), nobody seems particularly interested in a conversation.” He squirmed uncomfortably, making you wish you could give the angel a hug as you laughed at how adorable he was. You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt a firm hand on your shoulder and looked up to see the intimidating man from the corner of the room looming over you,

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to give any dances tonight, you know we have a quota here.”

You froze for a moment, before grabbing Castiel’s hand and reassuring the man (who you assumed was the club owner),

“We were just about to get a little more acquainted, don’t you worry!” Giggling and trying to sound convincing.

“Good, and don’t forget, I’ll be watching.” He said, point up to the selection of camera’s plastered across the ceiling as you and Castiel trailed off to the area labelled ‘Private Dancing’. You tried to contain your excitement at the thought of giving Castiel a lap dance, and you couldn’t help but notice the angel wasn’t exactly dragging his feet; he seemed as ready as you were.

Another large guy who worked at the club showed you to a private room, with a big arm chair and walls covered in full length mirrors and you noticed a security camera tucked away in the corner.

“So he really will be watching,” you joked to Cass nodding to the camera subtly, “I guess we better put on a show.” A confident smirk grew across you face as you took Castiel’s tie in your hand and lead him over to the chair, pushing him slightly so he sat down, gazing up at you in disbelief.

“You look very nice.” Was all that Castiel could spit out as you began dancing in front of his chair, swaying your hips and bring your arms up over your head, running your fingers through your hair.

“Thanks Cass.” You leant forward over his chair, so your faces were just inches apart, and you tried not to laugh as his jaw dropped and his eyes fixed firmly to your chest. You quickly placed a soft kiss on his neck, before spinning around and shaking your bum close to his lap, earning a little moan from the angel.

You straddled the angel and his hands came up to your waist as you began to grind against the angel’s lap, noticing the feeling of his erection hardening against your thigh as he let out a guttural groan. You kept your eyes locked on his and slowly Castiel leant his face closer to yours until the gap between your lips was all but gone, you closed your eyes in anticipation, but before you finally felt the soft touch of his lips, you heard your ringtone coming from your bra.

You quickly snapped the phone open, despite the obvious disappointment on Castiel’s face,

“Everything okay Dean?” You asked quickly, not moving from Castiel’s lap, with his hands still firmly gripping your waist.

“Sam spotted the vamp luring men out back and ganked her, so we’re good to go, I reckon your keen to get back to the motel and into something more comfortable.” You sighed, not feeling ready for this moment to end.

“Sure thing Dean, meet you out front in a sec.” You hung up and slowly raised yourself from Castiel’s lap, though his face seemed like he didn’t ever want you to move.

“They got the vamp so we can head back now, you don’t have to pretend to like my lap dance anymore.” You smile half-heartedly as you walked out the private room, a little bit gutted that you missed the perfect chance to finally kiss him.


The ride home was quiet and you were relieved to finally get back to the motel, managing to get your own room for the night so you congratulated Sam on a successful kill and grabbed your stuff before heading to your own room to put some more normal clothes on.

You were just about to get underdressed when you heard a knock at the door. You figured you must have grabbed one of the brothers’ bags by accident so you quickly swung the door open only to see Cass stood there, staring at you with an urgent look in his sparkling blue eyes. Before you could ask if everything was okay he put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you face to his, launching into the deep, passionate kiss you had been wishing for in the private dance room.

You kissed back with equally as much desire, pushing the door closed behind him and sliding his trench coat off his shoulders.

“My coat looked much better on you any way (Y/N)” He mumbled into the kiss, not wanting his lips to leave yours for even a moment. He quickly pulled his own suit jacket off and you stepped out of your heels, feeling very happy with the outfit you ended up selecting as it had clearly had the desired effect. Your hands moved to his tie, pulling him closer to you and deeper into the kiss before you undid it and slid it off his neck. His hands feverishly explored your back and stomach before eventually struggling with the back of your bra for a moment, before sliding it off your arms.

He instantly began kissing and licking your chest, leaving little love bites where no one else would see them, while your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate for more of the angel to touch. Losing patience Castiel waved his hand and you were both full undressed, and he stared at you in lust and wonder before hoisting you onto the bed and supporting himself over you.

“I found your dancing very enjoyable,” Castiel moaned out, grinding his hips against yours, stoking the fire building in your core with his movements as his lips attached to your neck, biting a little  and making you gasp with pleasure, “And  your outfit was very appealing to me. But you are always appealing to me (Y/N).” He mumbled against your skin, his hips picking up speed as his desire grew stronger.

“I like you too Cass.” You managed to moan out as he reached down and began to rub his thumb strongly over your clit, plunging a finger inside you and curving it against your walls.

“I have wanted this for a long time (Y/N) and I hope you feel the same.” He sweetly uttered, in contrast to his second finger roughly slamming inside your wet slit. You couldn’t help but giggle a little that even Castiel’s dirty talk was kind and romantic, but it still turned you on and wanted to feel more of the angel than just his fingers.

Rolling him over you straddled his lap against just like in the club, but instead of just grinding you slowly lowered yourself onto his throbbing manhood, a huge moan erupting from both your lips.

“Oh (Y/N)…” He groaned as you bucked your hips against his, slowly at first but building with speed as you adjusted to his impressive size. He placed a hand firmly on your cheek smashing his lips against yours, you could practically taste the angel’s need for you as his tongue roamed your mouth. You held his shoulders tightly to control the angle of his penetration making sure that he hit your g-spot with every hungry thrust. You could feel his muscular back beneath your arms and his toned chest rubbed against your own as you tried to appreciate just how sexy Castiel was.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he picked you up and turned you over so your back was on the bed, using his new position above you to fuck you even harder, thrusting more desperately as the warmth between your legs built. You could feel your abdomen tighten as he towered over you, staring at you with primal desire burning in his eyes, and hearing him moaning your name over and over was enough to push you over the edge. You felt your back arching as the immense pleasure washed over you, and you dug your nails into Castiel’s shoulders as your legs gave out.

“Fuck Castiel, you feel so good!” You moaned as you climaxed, causing his hot seed to spill inside you as he continued pumping in and out of you desperately. Eventually he lowered himself next to you as you both lay panting for breath, shyly reaching down and taking your hand in his, as if it was a bold move. You giggled and lay your head on his chest, positioning his arms around you, and he squeezed you tight with approval for your closeness.

“I hope you know I didn’t just do that because of your dance tonight (Y/N), I have wanted to be closer to you a long time. Will you allow me to stay the night?” He tentatively kissed your forehead, trying to gage if your feelings for him were anywhere near as strong as his were for you.

“I want you to stay every night Cass.” You looked up and kissed him softly on the lips, bringing a smile to his no longer worried face. And so you planted a few sweet kisses on his chest before you slowly fell asleep in the beautiful angel’s arms.

meglovesponios  asked:

Do you have any tips on how to get bigger/more volumised hair? My hairs so flat and thin and I don't know what would work on it:( xx

Tip your head upside down, spray in a generous amount of Batiste XL spray, smoosh it about with your hands and VOILA! Failing that you could do a bit of cheeky back-combing but it’s kinda bad for your hair and you can’t do it all that often xxx

anonymous asked:

hello so ive been trying to grow out my hair for the last year and half but i can't. i know it used to be because i had such a bad eating habits and i didn't take enough protein but ive changed. i literally cut my hair every 3 months but the ends don't repair. like i cut my hair, it looks healthy but 2 months later looks like shit and i have a lot of split ends and i have to cut it a lot again.. idk what to do.. also my hair is very thin.. i think my hair is ruined forever? ANY TIPS PLS

Your hair isn’t ruined forever! I have a lot of split ends and you can’t really stop them but putting a lot of condition on the ends will really help! 

Here is 36 best hair tips!

  1. If possible wash hair daily - think how dirty your face gets by the end of a day, and you take your hair to the same places
  2. A mini daily scalp massage is great for hair; spend two minutes gently kneading the scalp to improve blood flow as a healthy scalp = healthy hair.
  3. Rubbing hair with a towel is one of the most damaging things. After that it’s over-heating the hair with driers, curling wands and straightening irons
  4. Stop blowdrying once hair is dry; it’s using it on already dried hair that does the damage
  5. Throw away your dryer nozzle, you don’t need it plus it can lead to excessive damage
  6. On wet hair use a wide tooth comb and always gently ease out knots from the ends upwards
  7. Take a look at your hair before you automatically shampoo/style it, often a blast of dry shampoo or a little hairspray will mean that you don’t have to restyle that day
  8. Just as you select your moisturiser to suit your skin type, you should select the right kinds of styling products for your hair to look its best
  9. Dry, split ends make hair look dull and lifeless and having them trimmed off is the fast way to getting hair in good condition.
  10. ‘For that swept supermodel fringe, blow dry it all forward and quite flat down over your face.Then push it all to the side to finish the look
  11. f you want to get real supermodel hair like Rosie Huntington-Whiteley or Gisele, rough dry the hair and then take random sections and wrap around big tongs, the secret is to leave the roots and at least an inch/half-inch at the ends and just tong the middle section
  12. Hot or warm hair can be molded into any shape or style; to create perfect waves at home, simply twist hair up into a tight bun straight after blow-drying and leave to cool for as long as possible. Let it down once cool and you’ll have natural waves with no effort
  13. For wild sexy hair, blow-dry with your head upside down using your fingers to tousle and add texture
  14. Book a conditioning treatment when your colour is done or use an over-night deep conditioning treatment soon after
  15. Always have a consultation before you have your colour done. Take in tear sheets of hair colour that you like and also the colour you don’t want - aim to take five you love, five you hate
  16. With a new colour you need to be fully aware of what you are committing to - if you want to go very blonde you can’t use straighteners every day, also how often will your roots need doing?
  17. If you love your colour – take a lot of pictures so your hairdresser will remember on the next appointment
  18. ‘Use a deep conditioning treatment at least once a week, it only takes 60 seconds to apply and it makes a huge difference
  19. For an easy, at-home concoction for healing scalps and increasing shine mix 2 tablespoons each of almond, olive and coconut oil, massage through from the ends of the hair to the roots and leave in for one hour. Wash thoroughly after
  20. For the perfect at-home blowdry, always use a leave-in conditioner or blow dry lotion as a heat protectant and cuticle smoother. Use a root booster/volumiser on the roots and comb through to give lasting volume and hold, then use large round brushes and blow-dry section by section.
  21. Use a hair mask then cover with a plastic shower cap and add a little warmth from a hair dryer to get the treatment to work deeper into the hair. Always rinse well and finish with a blast of cool water to ensure maximum results
  22. For a great DIY blowdry, rough dry your hair to about 90% and then for the last 10% only, dry the hair with a brush for a smooth finish
  23. For an instant grey/root cover up, blend powder eye shadow into hair and hold in place with hairspray for a quick fix until you can see your colourist
  24. Don’t make rash decisions – if you want a drastic change after a break-up or having a baby really think it through and see at least two stylists before any major change. Plan, never be impulsive when it comes to your hair.
  25. Shoulder bag straps and pushing sunglasses up on top of the head can cause breakage to hair - especially on fine and coloured hair
  26. Go to bed with very slightly damp hair so you wake up with a messy texture.
  27. There’s this belief that once you reach 40 you should get your hair cut, but long hair can look great as you get older as long as you look after it.’ 
  28. Be warned; short hair doesn’t suit all face shapes. You could be too tall or have a really long neck.’
  29.  can’t live without my Tangle Teezer. It’s amazing for all hair types and I always keep one in my kit
  30. For fine, thinning hair use a brush to stimulate the scalp and encourage hair growth. Take a Tangle Teezer over the scalp and brush through to the ends. Alternatively use a paddle brush on dry hair.’
  31. For hair that really needs some persuasion to hold volume use a fine tooth pin tail comb to backcomb the root areas, then spritz the backcombed sections with Redken Quick Tease or dry shampoo.
  32. I swear by dry shampoo, I can’t live without it. Use it on freshly washed hair to add texture and volume. Never spray directly on to partings or roots and always spray in sections.
  33. Use Shu Uemura The Art of Hair Volume Maker the day after a blow dry to revive volume. For very fine hair, use it immediately after a blowdry to create great volume and incredible texture.’
  34. For all-day volume add Redken Gutsor Shu Uemura Ample Angora Mousse to roots with your finger tips, and blast dry with your head upside down
  35. Redken Quick Tease is like backcombing-in-a-can; use on its own or before backcombing to really give gutsy body at the roots.
  36. For smooth, shiny hair, evenly spread a pea-size blob of Pureology Colour Stylist Cuticle Polisher all over your palms and then use over mid-lengths and ends of hair.


Candice Swanepoel as Marilyn Monroe

“Adored for her impeccably glamorous beauty and her striking ruby red pout, Marilyn always completed her look with dark lined eyes that were framed with thick and volumised lashes. This was a look she wore consistently throughout the 1950s and 1960s. It’s a timeless beauty look that evokes a sense of eternal glamour and style, no matter the occasion.”


Ariel/The Little Mermaid (Disney)

Big Blue Bath Bomb: A fresh smelling bath bomb with sea salt and sea weed for a soft and gentle bath. Good for those with sensitive skin, or for lovers of the sea.

Aqua Marina Cleanser: A seaweed and calamine cleanser. Kaolin and calamine cleanse and help irritation, while aloe vera and irish moss gel (a seaweed) moisturise. With a little sea salt to gently exfoliate.

Mermaid Fun: A lime and seaweed fun bar. Can be used as shampoo, soap, bubble bath and to play with. Mould your own mermaid!

Seanik Shampoo Bar: An enzymic and volumising sea salt, lemon and seaweed shampoo bar. Lemon to deeply cleanse the hair, sea salt for volume and seaweed to nourish.