#bamboo face towels

[beetrootsecoliving]

Know the difference between a cotton towel and bamboo towel

Wondering what the bamboo fiber towel feels like? Discover how smooth and fluffy a bamboo bath towel can be in comparison to a cotton one. Because of their natural smoothness, they are been used in bathrooms and guesthouses all over. It’s a great option to adorn, as it has antibacterial properties and a biodegradable touch. Moreover, while bamboo towels are unknown to some, they are also a towel that can last for a long time. Bamboo bath towels also soak dampness faster than regular cotton bath towels. Depending on how thick the bath towel is, the results will change as they dry. Certain cotton bath towels are blended with polyester, making them less water-repellent.

[fubrostore]

Bamboo Towel for Face and Skin | Furbo Store

One of the primary benefits of Bamboo towel for face and skin is their softness. The fibers used to make these towels are naturally smooth and round, which makes them feel incredibly soft against the skin. This makes them an excellent choice for those with sensitive skin or anyone who prefers a gentle touch when drying their face. Bamboo fibers are highly absorbent, which means that these towels can quickly and efficiently dry your face and skin without leaving any excess moisture behind.

[luveline]

Hi love thank u for putting out all these fics and amazing writing! U don’t have to write this if it doesn’t speak to u I’m not sure if u write for sunshine reader but I would LOVE to see a sunshine reader with hotch

thank you!! boyfriend!hotch x sunshine fem!reader

cw mature themes mdni

Hotch can't help smiling at the sound you make when you hop into the shower. Your apartment isn't frilly, the shower a showerhead that's been installed inside your bathtub, curtain falling off the rungs. He can see a slice of your naked body if he looks, but he doesn't look. 

"Too hot?" he asks. He knows the sound well. The hot water hits your skin and you, a mixture of apprehensive and pleased, say, "Woah," or "Oh," or sometimes the less comprehensible, "Wohh." 

"It's really nice!" you assure him. "Are you sure you don't want to come in with me?" 

He's a thousand percent certain. You're lovely, but there's no time for standing behind you in the spray, shivering and trying to let you let him wash your hair or kiss your soapy shoulders. He's super late. You're even later. 

"You get paid better than this," he says, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto his brush. His, because you insisted and he practically lives here, a bamboo handle with purple bristles. It's strange, but you like them and he likes you. 

"Pass me my toothbrush, please?" you ask. 

Hotch squeezes toothpaste onto your brush and offers it through the gap in the off white curtain. You pop your head out, soaked, water running down your face and your arms. "What do I get paid better than for?" you ask, confused. 

"Your apartment, honey. I've had push bikes with more space." 

You put your toothbrush in your mouth. Conditioner has your hair glossy and darkened. You have the sense to pull the curtain to cover your naked body, though Hotch thinks sense isn't the right word. He'd wanted to say self-preservation, but that's too aggressive. The point is, if Hotch gets a look at you he might make you even later than you already are. 

"That's such a grumpy old man thing to say," you remark, beaming, toothpaste on your lip. You disappear back into the depths of your shower. In tandem, you finish brushing your teeth. 

"Hotch?" you ask. 

"Aaron. Call me Aaron, please. Hotch is work only, and you know that." 

"What about baby?" you ask genuinely. 

"Anything but Hotch." 

"Sugar pea?" 

"What did you want?" 

The water runs and runs, slapping the bottom of the tub and glancing off of your shoulders. "I really love you, you know? It makes me so happy to get to do this with you." 

The water shuts off. Hotch grabs your towel off of the warming towel rack and stands in front of the tub, barely enough room for you to get out and step down. He wraps the warm towel around you tenderly. 

"I really love you, too," Hotch says, wiping a missed glob of conditioner off of the top of your ear. "This is the best part of my day, even if we're like two sardines in here." 

You smile happily.

"I think I love you most like this," he says. "You look really happy." 

"Hotch, I'm always happy around you." 

"More like you're always happy. You're like a ray of sun," he says without drama. It's as true as saying the earth is old and grass is green. "But if you don't start calling me Aaron, we're going to have a problem." 

"What kind?" you ask, like this is a delight you're eager to receive. 

He ushers you out of the bathroom toward the bedroom so you can change before waylaying him anymore. He watches you get dressed, hands at his neck tightening his tie, and he knows how lucky he is to have you, how fortunate he is to get to watch you put your earrings in, tip of your tongue making a guest appearance between your lips in concentration. Eventually, despite all his willpower, and despite it being the really wrong time, he stops you in the middle of the bedroom and attempts to kiss you dizzy. 

"You really should've showered with me," you murmur happily, giving him two punctuating kisses in quick succession. 

"I really wish I had," he says. Even in your tiny, draughty, slip-and-slide tub. "Come on, before I make an unprofessional decision." 

You hold hands all the way to the BAU. 

[kechiwrites]

gentle touch

könig x massage therapist!reader kinktober countdown day 5 (body worship)

synopsis: oh, the military boys were your favourite.

wc: 2.8k

cw: massage therapist reader doing bad medical-ish practice, body worship, light sub!konig, mentions of edging, hand jobs, a little oral as a treat, biting, konig being petnamed as he should (honey), size kink, hints at touch starvation, groping, begging, uncut konig, afab!reader, no gendered pronouns or language.

author's note: i know his dick hex code and it's glorious. mdni.

He’s your last appointment of the day. And what a fucking day it had been, ten hours that should’ve been eight, cinnamon scented candles instead of eucalyptus, a rushed lunch because a client had shown up early, not taking “I’m on break” for an answer.

You knock on the faux bamboo door, waiting for your appointment to allow you entry. When he does, so quietly you almost miss it, you open the door, only for your eyes to land on a broad, strong back, still wrapped in a dark grey long sleeve. He turns slightly, just enough for you to see the thin stubble on his chin, cheek and jaw.

"Hello! I didn't catch you undressing did I?" This time he turns all the way around and you are sure your swallow is audible. Hell, you hope it's audible, you want this dude to know just how impressed you are with what you're seeing.

"No." He shakes his head, rubbing his aquiline nose against the inside of his wrist. It must’ve been broken once before, if the uneven bump on his bridge is anything to go by. Why is that hot? That shouldn’t be hot. You eat up the motion, eyes tracking every twitch or movement of his massive arms.

“Oh…" you're ogling him. You need to stop ogling him. "I actually need you to strip down.” The words burn on your tongue. You must say that a thousand times a work week, but this time, when you say it to him, it sounds…dirty. Like a shitty porn set up. Makes your clean white polo feel vacuum sealed to your skin. He takes a step towards you and you shudder a breath, tensing until you realize he’s getting closer to the lockers to your left.

He’s huge, you think, and when he still doesn’t look up at you, content to let the strands of dark brown hair, nearly black hair, hang in his face, you figure he’s shy too.

Cute.

“And you can use the towel to maintain modesty, Mr. König.” You get the inflection of his name wrong, you know because you’d googled it prior, held your phone to your ear in the staff washroom and listened to a soft spoken German man lilt it to you. There’s a hard ‘g’ on the end where it shouldn’t be, and you apologize, trying again to master it. “König.”

“Right.” He murmurs, “Just around my waist, yes?”

Or it could go on the floor and I could rub my clit on your abs.

“Yes, sir. Around your waist.”

You exit the room, closing it softly behind you. You figure you’ll use the few minutes you have to get a bottle of water, or a sedative. Something strong enough to bring you back down to your customary professional detachment.

When you return, he’s where you expect him to be. Face down on his stomach, his head in the cushioned hole. “S-sorry.” He speaks, voice muffled by his position. The apology comes immediately upon the sound of the door closing and you worry his large frame has cracked the massage table or something. You peer around him, looking for any chunks of polished wood or loose screws.

When you don’t find anything you realize he’s apologizing for his scars, the pit marks of bullets dug out in haste and healed with spite, lacerations haphazardly stitched, then redone a second time with the careful, practiced hands of a doctor in no rush.

“Oh, please don’t be. We get military boys all the time. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” You murmur, and it’s a lie of course. Not that you’ve seen scars, of course, you’ve seen some really storied skin in your time here, being near a base and all. No, it was the man who was an oddity. Mandy at the front desk told you that he’d had to duck through the front door.

His skin is also ultra pale in a way military men usually aren't. Near transparent, the sprawling blue lines of his veins thread underneath his skin, and you can see yourself getting distracted tracing some of the pathways with your fingers.

He hums, and you hope you’ve put him at ease a little bit. You haven’t even touched him yet and the tension in his back is glaring. Anxious people tended to hold a lot of stress, anxious soldiers? You’re just glad he’d booked a two hour instead of the customary hour and twenty.

The oil is cold straight from the bottle and you warm it between your palms before you make contact. He’s warm to the touch, bridging on hot, and he flinches when your hands meet his skin. “Was that too cold?” He groans, but doesn’t affirm or deny it, so you figure it must just be the contact. Slowly, you begin with his calves, tending to and pushing on knotted muscle and tense areas, working out kink after kink, soothing his compounded aches. The oil smoothes down his leg hair and you must be going insane because even that is hot to you. His thighs are even worse, strong and muscled and dimpled in the sweetest places. He shivers when your palms glide over his inner thighs, and he clenches them together when your fingers brush the hem of the towel shielding his ass from your greedy view. As quickly as it happens, he relaxes, murmuring another apology. You hum your own response, and push your thumb into an adorable cluster of moles you see just under the towel.

By the time you get to his lower back, König is almost purring, his gentle breathing often interrupted by drawn out, guttural moans. Whines and whimpers that make your blood hot. He’s holding the worst of his tension there, and you have to lean almost all your body weight into the motions of the massage. His hips jerk up and then down just as sharply when you crest your palm over her shoulder blades, and you don’t imagine the keening noise he makes as he grips the massage table. You’re used to military clients being a lot more stoic but it seems Mr. König is most assuredly not the sort. You reach his neck, framing his throat with your palms and using your thumbs to rub firm circles into his nape. His breath hitches and you find yourself cooing. “Breathe for me, I got you.” The soldier’s hips snap downward again, this time hard enough to shift the table beneath him. Which is more than enough to make you pause. 

No.

It couldn’t be.

The soft music and sound of the water feature on the wall nearly drown out the curse König whispers, but you catch it, and can’t stop your lips from curling into a pleased little smile. This was just too good. You start to finish up his neck, brushing some of his hair out of the way so you can rub your fingertips into the skin just below his earlobes. You guide him to turn over and when he doesn’t respond, you wonder if he’d fallen asleep.

“Mr. König?”

He makes a wordless groaning noise low in his throat, laying motionless.

“I need you to turn over, honey.” You don’t even realize you’ve pet-named a grown man you don’t know. Which is just as well, because it seems to be what the soldier needs, and he rises from the table, clutching the towel in a tight fist to maintain his scant modesty.

You turn towards the side table, pouring more oil into your palm. When you return to face him, you witness why exactly he was so reluctant to face the ceiling.

He’s at least half-hard, a very noticeable ridge lifting his towel. You can’t stop staring at it, even though you know König is trying his best to ignore it. You circle around him, and begin at the foot of the table, going through the massage cycle again; feet, calves, thighs, arms. You zone out, following through your motions, listening to the man beneath groan and sigh his contentment. You reach his chest, spreading your hands over his pecs. They’re big, just like the rest of him, you think and it’s hard not to fucking drool on him. He’s firm but soft, still pleasantly warm, despite being exposed to slightly below room temperature air. He shifts again when you hit a stubborn knot right below his collarbone, and you pause to check in.

“Still good?”

His breathing is uneven, shuddering and laboured. His hands clench and relax from white knuckled fists.

“Yes.” he hisses through gritted teeth, and you’re worried he’s undoing every bit of relaxation you’ve tried to bring him. It’s painfully clear where the stress is coming from, hidden underneath a paltry white towel, the enticing elephant in the room. You put your hands back on him.

Still got 45 minutes left, after all.

You try your best not to look smug, and you fail miserably.

Every stroke and rub you perform across his chest makes his cock jerk and twitch under the towel. You can practically see the cloudy drops of precum that’d be beading as his tip. Your thumb nail skates across his pectoral and catches his nipple and the whine he makes is so sweet you just have to do it again. Soon, you’re barely massaging him, groping the poor man under the guise of your job. A weak grunt snaps you out of your reverie, and when you glance down his abdomen at that godforsaken towel, you can’t stop the quiet gasp of shock you release at his erection. “Ah, I’m so sorry. Very sorry” His flush spreads from his cheeks all the way down to his chest, a gorgeous stewed cherry colour that overwhelms the pale skin you’d worked into submission. His eyes are screwed shut when you can bear to drag your eyes from his cock to his face. His soft, pink mouth is pulled down at the corners, and the heavy, dark slashes of his eyebrows are furrowed together, creating a wrinkle between them you want to smooth out with a kiss.

“It happens all the time. Are you alright to continue?” Your voice is deceptively calm, serene and soft, when all you really want to do is snatch the towel off the battering ram he’d smuggled in here. Your blood thrums, and you ache at the sight of it, at the mere thought of the ungodly stretch he’d put you through.

You will yourself to keep your hands where they are, force yourself to look literally anywhere else. The faux waterfall ahead of you, the wireless speaker droning pleasant, melodic mood music, fuck, you even try staring at the dimmed light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. But every cry and whine forces your eyes down, tempts you to catalogue every inch of flushed skin and threaded muscle. You gnaw on your own lip, and find your hands drifting down, back around his abdomen. You’ve worked through the area already, there is no excuse to be down there, to slip your finger tips under the towel, to push your digits into the skin around his pelvis. “Is this okay?” You have the gall to ask, when you push your fingers lower still, and basically sign your own severance package. Oh but it’d be worth it, to get what you want, to make this big strong man sob with pleasure, to have his mouth on your throat while you stroked him to completion. The memory of his cock in your hand will keep you warm in the unemployment line.

König nods, turns his head towards you but doesn’t open his eyes. His hips cant upwards again, and his towel shifts, parting to reveal his angry, desperate hard-on. He raises a hand from the massage table, letting his mammoth paw land on your hip. He squeezes you, and exhales sharply through his nose when his thumb touches your bare skin, skating over your flesh underneath your work shirt. “Say it.” You mutter and his eyes crack open, just wide enough for you to spot the crystalline blue of his irises between his inky black lashes.

“Please.”

And that’s all you need.

He’s uncut, and the veins blanketing the length of his cock are visible under his foreskin. Pretty in a way you aren’t used to, a denser blush than the rest of his body, but still quite pale. It feels like your hand is moving in slow motion towards it, your fingers twitching in anticipation. The heat of his dick warms your skin before you even make contact, and when you do, wrapping your fingers around the root of it, your fingertips can’t touch. You press your lips together and try not to squeal happily, glee crinkling your eyes.

God is real and he’s an uncircumcised cock on a shy giant.

König’s erection is searingly hot. Soft skin and hard core, jerking in your palm, leaking steadily, nudging at your hand, insistent. Your brain is working full steam and connections necessary to utilize common sense are still not being made. Slowly, you tighten your hold on him, the weight of it is so imposing, you wouldn’t be surprised if imprints of the veiny surface were branded onto your hand once you withdrew. If you ever withdrew. You should fucking withdraw.

You do not withdraw. Instead, you slide your hand up slowly, choking up on the head of his cock before dragging your grip back down. You chance a glance up at his face, watching his Adam’s apple bob with each laboured swallow. The poor man’s jaw clenches and relaxes while you slide your palm over his flesh again and again. Somehow, he hardens further and your eyes widen impossibly larger, the pit of your stomach doing somersaults at the idea of where you want that thing to go, what you want it to do. You get fevered flashes of König bending you over the massage table in your mind, hands on your hips, rutting without sense or logic into you, so hard the surface scrapes against the floor, all while he sobs, his overwhelmed, overstimulated tears splashing against your back while he rearranged your insides. The head of his cock is exposed every time you slide your hand down towards his pelvis. By the third peek, you’re dragging the pointed end of your tongue over the tip of his dick, licking against his head, and coating your mouth with the taste of him. He grips at your side harder, his fingers digging into your hip as he chases the warmth of your mouth. He keens loud, almost mewling when you pull off him, using your spit to ease your hand’s path. By this point, your handiwork is audible, noisy and wet, König’s voice filling the small room. You use your free hand to guide his head to your chest, letting him bend toward you, press his nose into your tits while he begs for you to finish him.

“Are you gonna come, Mr. König?” You thread your fingers in his hair, letting your nails scratch against his scalp, drift down to his nape and up to his crown again.

“Yes, please, please. Fuck.” His voice is reedy and thin, and he wraps his arm around your waist, burying his face deeper in your chest. And then his whole body trembles, and his hips roll towards you, and for a fleeting minute you consider edging the poor bastard, sliding your hand completely off his cock and watching it twitch violently, uselessly in the air.

But he begs so sweetly. And his next session was already pre-booked.

The hand you kept on his head leaves his hair, and you rub the head of his cock with your flat open palm, jerking him off with firm, fast strokes. He bites down on the curve of your breast, and you’re grateful he still managed to retain enough brain cells to not break skin.

“Do it then. Come, honey.” You trill, feeling his tears wet your skin through your shirt. It’s almost instantaneous, so fast it’s kind of impressive. His body goes bowstring-tight, and he squeezes you so hard it almost hurts. Ropes of sticky white seed shoot from his cock, covering your hand and his spasming abdomen. You slide your hand up, milking just the first two inches of him through his orgasm, until he stops your movements himself, covering your hand with his own.

When you finally break contact, you stare at your hand for what feels like ages, thick beads of his cum rolling down your palm, sliding to your wrist. You extricate yourself from his hold, using your clean hand to brush his sweat damp hair from his forehead. You press that kiss you wanted to the space between his brows. Why start restraining yourself now? His body shivers periodically, and you turn to the sink, to wash your hands clean, clenching your own thighs together, his moans and sighs echoing in your mind. You turn to face him, grinning wide and cheery,

“So...I’ll see you next week?”

hoe, you are getting fired! at least you got a man outta it though.

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[pastel-greene]

The Daughter | king!sukuna x curse user!reader

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 - Hunger | Chapter 4

Summary: The mother of curses happens upon a blind child and decides to impart a portion of her power to them as an experiment of sorts. The power morphs the child in their image until they are part curse and part human. So what happens when they get employed by the King of Curses? Will humanity bloom as newfound emotions flow between the two? Or will they usher in an era of never ending terror?

Notes: not all of this will be canon, it will be loosely based off of the jjk universe :) taglist is open, comment on any chapter to be tagged in future ones

Genre: female reader, fluff, angst, ‘loads’ of smut, violence, sukuna true form but like not with the weird face lmao just double set of eyes and arms, dark reader

Warnings: profanity, explicit smut (two dick sukuna, sadistic sex, biting, oral m & f receiving, pet names, more to be added), violence, depictions of gore, dark minds cause yk, mentions of rape, toxic relationships, chaotic neutral reader, trauma, possessiveness from reader and sukuna, torture, vampire themes (reader’s blood is infused with the Mother of curses so if a curse user is to drink it it basically gives them a temporary stat boost bc what can i say vampire sukuna seems hot), cannibalism (no I don’t support it but it is true to his character), and more to be added as story progresses

Word count: 7.3k

This work contains mature content, so absolutely no minors I will block you if I find out :)

You immersed yourself in a warm bath not long after returning to your room. Your bathtub was a large square with more than enough room in it. It could easily fit another person your size, but probably only one Sukuna, who it was likely measured after. Its large, flat edges were slightly angled to let any excess water flow back into the tub. A slatted bamboo platform went across the expanse and held a few different washing instruments as well as a small towel. You always grew up with little crates that you would bathe in if you even got to bathe. On a few jobs you had gotten to use nicer ones, but never one this nice. It was definitely a palace grade bathtub.

Your servants had asked if you required any assistance, to which you said no, and sent them off. You wanted to be alone for a minute and think about what the fuck just happened. You had just been giggling, joking, and fantasizing about the man that ripped apart your hand yesterday. And you were pretty damn sure he was doing the exact same, but why? You doubted he regretted what he did, especially since he threatened to do it again, but today he felt different. He wasn’t holding his title over you, he was just being with you. It felt like he was a completely different person and was giving you whiplash.

You sank lower into the tub until your nose barely stayed above the water. He was such an asshole. You still wanted to rip his arms off, but you also wanted to have them touch you again. You didn’t know if it was him in particular or just the fact it had been a few weeks since you had been with someone. In the weeks leading up to your departure, you had either been busy with work or working on a new technique Ieiri had come up with. The work was needed, though. As a technique, you could fully utilize it, but you were having some issues manifesting a curse that could accurately use it too. So it was good that you put in extra time experimenting with it while you were still with Shoko, but your body hated you for it all the same. Your clit still absolutely throbbing from your interaction with Sukuna. Now your joke of fucking the King started to grow meaning you never meant it to have.

You pulled your head underwater and curled up along the bottom of the tub. You shouldn’t want him. You should want to kill him for being an asshole. You always hated people that stayed with people that hurt them. It should be obvious that if someone hurts you, you shouldn’t stay within their grasp. Hell, in your opinion, you should get even with interest. Hurt them how they hurt you and then some. But you weren’t really hurt were you? You were just pissed he was so bipolar and refused to use his words when upset.

You traced along the hand he had wounded. It was like it had never happened. You didn’t even remember the pain now. It was becoming a distant memory. You pulled yourself to sit back up in the tub and looked at your hand once more before moving it to grab the towel on your tray. You folded it and used it to cushion the edge of the tub as you laid your head back. You closed your eyes and breathed in the aroma of lilacs and vanilla. The palace had so many imported scents you had never smelled before. You wondered where they got them all and how they were made. You had heard that the kingdom threw different festivals in the King’s honor that attracted a lot of merchants and wondered if they would sell them there. You bet there were all kinds of goods you normally couldn’t get your hands on sold there.

People aside, your stay at the palace was quite nice. Your food made you feel ways you never knew it could. There were so many spices you had never tasted before and so many textures you had never felt. You wanted to go to the kitchen one day and watch the chef cook. You wondered if you would be allowed to cook as well. Probably not in the Palace’s kitchen, but you weren’t above cooking outside. Although, you weren’t sure how Sukuna would feel about you setting a fire outside and cooking. It might be a very classless look for you. But realistically, you were indeed lacking class. You had never thought that you would end up where you were. You went from being an orphan sold for sex to the King’s guard. You went from being scared of the world you couldn’t see, to being able to drink in the world’s sites without trepidation. You used to beg and scrounge for food, killing when necessary. Now you had culinary masterpieces delivered to your door at least three times a day. Being here, you realized why your town was looked down upon. From the outside, it looked like a bunch of stray dogs fighting for scraps in a town that was barely standing. If you had only ever lived life like this, that would have been all you thought of it. You wouldn’t be able to understand what made it so great. But you were grateful for your past and upbringing, it allowed you to grow up without anything veiling reality. You saw the world for what it was, saw how people acted when they thought no one was watching, when they thought they were strong. Humans hated curses but failed to admit they were just as disgusting and vile as them. They refused to take credit for their part in creating them. The Mother was part of their creation, sure, but she existed in a world without curses for quite some time. Her power only grew into cursed energy when humans came along. Before she was just the darkness, a necessary opposite for light to exist. Human thoughts, their fears, dark desires, unchecked emotions, those are what opened the door for cursed energy.

After your bath, you had decided to go to the library you had recently heard of. One of the servants was kind enough to tell you about it, after hearing that you were asking about what to put on your shelves. You walked along the wooden floors towards the west wing of the castle. Simple, black chandeliers lit with Sukuna’s cursed energy, guided your path in the areas cut off from the rays of the sun. High, domed ceilings made from intricately designed tiles hung above you. Each design was bound to a square bordered by black trim and gold corners. You had seen paintings of previous palaces’ ceilings and the art displayed within greatly differed. Others often showcased aspects of nature brought to life by various colors. These were a dark red with black ink depicting scenes of terror. You didn’t have to look at all of them to know they each depicted acts of violence Sukuna prided himself on.

The door to the library was different from the door to your chambers. Yours was made of black stained wood that was divided into sections by metal bars that linked in the middle to make Sukuna’s seal. This one was made with Zelkova wood left in its natural amber color, adorned with matching knobs lining the edges, and Sukuna’s seal burned into the middle. It was quite pretty, really. You grabbed the ornate metal handle and granted yourself entry to the room beyond. You were met with a room bigger than you had expected and absolutely packed with books. It had shelves lining the perimeter as well as in rows throughout the room. There were even piles of books stacked in different open spaces tied together by red string. You hadn’t thought of Sukuna to be one to care much about reading, but you were obviously wrong.

You walked inside and started looking around. The amount of books felt a little overwhelming, some were even in languages you didn’t recognize. Underneath the books, on the edge of the shelves, there were categories carved into the wood. Currently you were in politics, which you couldn’t care less about, so you wondered out. You eventually found the science section with books ranging from anatomy to topics you had never heard of. You grabbed and looked at a few before reshelving them. Their contents either evading your comprehension or boring your interest.

Eventually, you found a book with what you were looking for. It was a book on the energy within everything and the connection between it all. Most recently, you had been working on various techniques that would allow you to morph something’s makeup just by tapping into its energy. The cursed technique you had perfected prior to leaving home allowed you touch any item and reshape it at will. You could combine and divide energies to suit whatever purpose you needed. You could even change your own energy to mirror another. Paired with your technique to slip into people’s minds, it would be a very useful infiltration tactic. You had experimented in a few different ways when trying to create a curse that could use it, but it proved to be difficult. They always ended up lacking intelligence or imagination. You had tried using your prior methods when creating intelligent curses, but it became tricky to stabilize this time since the curse would be able to fully change their own makeup. They always ended up screwing themselves up beyond repair.

While you were there you decided to look around at other topics. You got a book rooted in fantasy that seemed promising for when you got bored or wanted to escape for a little bit, and a few volumes of martial arts you hadn’t heard of.

By the time you were done, your hands were full and your servants quickly offered their hands instead. You were about to walk out when Geto entered the room. You were behind a few aisles of books, so you couldn’t see him, but you could tell he knew you were here from the way he beelined towards you. Within a few seconds he was turning into the aisle you stood in.

“Wow, I didn’t know your kind could read”, he said while walking up towards you with a smile.

“Wow, you’re openly admitting you don’t know something so common,” you joked back while giving him a very judgy once over, “talk about embarrassing.”

He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something before tongueing the inside of his cheek while smiling. He raised his hands in submission, “Got me there. So what are you reading?” He approached your servants before picking up the fantasy book you chose, which you quickly grabbed from him and hid. It one-hundred precent was a dirty little book to help you through your dry spell and you didn’t need him knowing that. He had read it before though so he knew exactly what was in the contents.

“Not really any of your business, is it,” you asked while withholding the book from him.

“I suppose not, but I will tell you that this one has better sex scenes”, he says while handing you the book he had brought in.

You cleared your throat of the slight embarrassment you felt while accepting the book he held out. “I guess I will be the judge of that.”

“I guess so,” he says while smirking at you. “How have things been? I heard you trained with the King this morning and it ended with both of you smiling. I guess all is forgiven or what?”

Your servants all suddenly became very interested in the books around them and the shelves they were on. You weren’t worried about them hearing though. You had been in their minds and knew they didn’t dare gossip about anything that involved the King.

“I don’t know. He seemed really different today, like the total polar opposite of yesterday. I am pretty sure he encouraged me to yell at him and even joked a bit with me. He might’ve been nice just to learn what I was doing and get me to teach him, though. He did threaten to dismantle my other hand, but that was about the only thing he did that matched with yesterday. His threat didn’t really seem to carry any weight behind it. Like I said, I think he was just saying stuff to get me to break formality and yell at him. Not that it really matters I guess. Trying to find out why he does the things that he does seems like a moot point.”

“You joked with the King…and he joked back,” he asks, blinking a few times.

“Yea, I didn’t know he had it in him either but it happened all the same. He seems to be full of surprises I guess”, you said as you lifted your foot behind you and used the toe of your shoe as an anchor while you rolled your ankle around.

“Well I suppose. It is definitely the first time I have heard of it. I mean I have heard of him sadistically joking with his victims, but not in a casual setting”, he says. “But I am glad things went better for you today.” He smiles at you again before awkwardly standing there looking around.

“Me too, and thank you for checking in. I appreciate the gesture. But I won’t take up anymore of your time. I am sure there is a new smutty book waiting to be read by you”, you said with a smile while straightening your back and starting out of the aisle.

“Don’t forget to let me know which one you liked better”, he shouts after you.

“Will do”, you shout back before exiting.

You spent the rest of the day reading the book on energy you had gotten. You considered reading your fantasy books to find out what scenes Geto was talking about, but you figured you should at least start the book you had originally gone for. You had gotten about a quarter of the way through before dozing off in a fitful nap.

The area around you was damp and cold. Your skin had goosebumps shaking across it as you held your knees. Your whole body hurt. Your jaw was sore from being forced open for a prolonged amount of time, your lips were swollen and scabbing over from being bitten and slapped, your wrists and shoulders hurt from being unnaturally bound for so long, your legs were sore from being pushed beyond the limits of your flexibility, and your throat burned from how many screams forced their way out of the acid stained walls.

There was movement across from where you laid. You couldn’t see anything but you could see her. It was like she was inside and outside of your mind at the same time. Her eyes were black voids that seemed to hungrily devour the light like an all consuming abyss split into two. Her jaw hung from her face, only attached by skin that was stretched taut. Inside her mouth seemed to be stained black as if a fire had burned soot stains into it. Her hair was as black as her eyes and seemed to wriggle and writhe like thousands of dark little worms suspended in the air yet forced down by gravity. She comes to you often these days. At first, you were scared of her and pushed her away. Now, you feel comfort in not being alone in your cage. She never spoke to you…not until that day.

Hands reached all over your body in the dark as men laughed. You were just an object of release for them. You weren’t human to them, what you felt didn’t matter. Your cries had died in your throat a while ago as you disassociated from your body. There you found her. Somewhere dark within your mind, she was standing with her hand reaching out. Anytime, you allowed yourself to fall inside that void that grew within you, swallowing up more and more of you with every inch it gained, you found her. Always with her hand outstretched. Always waiting patiently for the day you inevitably took it. You knew nothing would be the same if you took it. You knew you truly wouldn’t be human anymore. But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Because you really fucking hated humans in all honesty.

That day you couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted to do was stab the men around you until they weren’t even recognizable. You wanted to make them pay. To experience all of the pain and fear you felt because of them. You wanted not to be weak anymore. So you allowed the abyss to swallow you, to make you forget everything about yourself as you put your hand into hers and she smiled. Pointed teeth braised in thick black liquid peeked through her lips, the gelatinous liquid started gushing through her teeth and onto the ground as she continued to smile. You didn’t notice but your face was mirroring hers as blood flooded from your mouth. You don’t remember how it got there but you know it tasted of freedom. A taste you wanted to experience again and again.

You awoke with drool dribbling out of your mouth and pain in your neck from falling asleep at your dining table. You slowly sat up, groaning as your muscles announced their dissatisfaction with your decision. You put your hands on your lower back and pushed on it as you arched backwards. You felt pops ripple up your spine before rolling your neck to allow it to pop too. You hadn’t dreamt of that day in quite some time. The day you first used cursed energy. When you told the Mother of the girl she chuckled. She told you that cursed energy can manifest in everyone differently. Yours had built up over years of agony and inadvertently created the technique you first learned— transmutation. Your thoughts of wanting to be stronger than you were and looking like you felt mixed with the built up energy had created an evolved form of you. It was then she told you how big of a part thought played in the creation of cursed energy.

You hadn’t used that form in so long. One of the conditions for using it was to release all of the cursed energy you had stored. The more you had, the stronger the form was. You still used a decent amount of energy for general things and creating curses, but you also stored a great amount. Like any you collected from draining other sorcerers was immediately stored. There was another downside to it as well. It made you go more feral than you could control. Once you turned, you destroyed everything and everyone in your path until you depleted your energy and changed back.

The last time you used it, you blacked out for 2 weeks and turned 12 towns into utter bloodbaths. You had lost yourself in your anger and blacked out. When you had finally awoken, you were being wheeled away in a wheelbarrow full of pieces of human remains. Authorities had thought you were a dead body with how covered in blood you were. You laid in the pile you were dumped in for a few days, eating the remains around you to regain your strength. Once able, you blindly stumbled into the snow. You walked until you found a hut with a man living in it. You knocked on the door crying and told him you had been attacked and that you were blind and scared. He took you in without a second thought. Afterall, you were just a harmless child crying for your “recently lost” parents. He was so nice to you. He sat you in front of the fire and helped wipe all of the blood off of you while trying to console you. He even gave you new clothes and respectfully turned around when you went to change. But when he turned away from you a hatchet appeared in his skull. You remember the sounds he made as he fell to the floor, the fear and confusion clouding his energy as he looked up at you. You ripped the hatchet from his head and chopped him into pieces. Some of him you set up as bait for other animals, and some of him you ate when no other food was available. There, you lived a quiet life for a few months until the Mother stumbled upon you. Thinking back on it, you were a monster before she ever turned you into her spawn. Maybe that was why she chose you.

You walked towards the training grounds the next morning just as you said you would. The air was brisk with a slight chill, which was odd since it was summer. Its oddness became rationalized as you sensed Uruame’s energy in the air. You turned the corner to see them there already staring you down.

As you stepped through the archway leading into the area you could sense cursed energy rushing towards you. You jumped from where you stood and grabbed onto the ridge of the arch as the ground below you turned into ice.

“Y’know there are better ways to ask me to leave. Like with words for example”, you said with great annoyance. It was way too early for this bullshit. They better just be playing around for their sake because you were not in the mood for an actual fight.

Ice shot up from the ground, right for you. Tch. Does this asshole really think they can hit me? You pulled yourself to the realm between and watched them from it. They had surrounded themselves with ice while looking around for you. Their hands were poised and ready to attack when you appeared. Normally, you would have played with them, allowed them to feel like they had a chance of winning before squashing them like the bug they were. Not today. Not after being stuck in memory lane last night. You were hungry for blood, it had been days since you killed. Days full of you taking hits and putting up with bullshit you shouldn’t have to.

You appeared in front of them, their sad blockade of ice shattering from the force of your energy being unleashed. Your hand shot to their throat, fingertips digging into the skin as you lifted them from the ground. Their eyes widen as they told their ice to impale and shred you, but it didn't listen. Your energy was already flooding their body and taking control of their technique. They could feel it. They started letting out screams as their own technique bloomed inside their blood. It tore through vessels and skin as the shards of ice grew.

“I told you to use your words. Now why did you—“, you felt Sukuna’s hand about to grab but you pushed him away with your energy.

You turned from Uruame to see Geto by where you entered, the ice still on the ground spiking upwards. Sukuna landed on his feet after being repelled and looked fucking pissed.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, BRAT?”, he screamed at you as he started pushing against the force field around you. His steps were small and slow, but they continue towards you all the same.

“ME? YOUR ASSHOLE SERVANT ATTACKED ME AND WOULDN’T RESPOND WHEN I ASKED WHY!”, you screamed back at him.

“I don’t think she is lying, King Sukuna. Her trail puts her here and jumping up there before appearing where she is now. I think we should all just calm down and talk about this”, he said while trying to diffuse the situation.

Sukuna looks at Geto and the ice he was referring to. He didn’t think you would attack Uruame without being provoked, but he didn’t know why Uruame would attack you either. He knew they didn’t like you but they had never acted without permission before. “(Y/N) let Uruame go so we can settle this”.

You looked at him then back at Uruame. They were bleeding from multiple places where the ice had torn through them, and one of their eyes was just a frozen ball waiting to shatter. You wanted to finish the job. Wanted to see their insides splayed open for you like a present.

“(Y/N), please”, Geto said as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You rolled your eyes and sighed before releasing Uruame to fall to the ground. The ice dissipated and your barrier dropped. Sukuna appeared between the two of you in an instant. You gave you a look radiating murder before bending down to Uruame’s level.

“Did you start this”, he asked while propping them up.

“They aren’t good for you. You haven’t been yourself since you heard about them. You had me stalk them for months before finally summoning them. And now you allow their insolence and disrespect. We know nothing about her or what she is and yet you welcome her into your palace and allow her to roam free. She—“, Sukuna slammed their head into the ground.

Geto winced at the sight of his comrade’s skull getting smashed, but you smiled. The sight and sound his skull made as Sukuna crushed it lit a fire deep within you. Pesky piece of shit. You only wished it was you who got to do it.

“(Y/N)”, Sukuna said.

“Yes, King Sukuna?”

“Don’t let them die”, he said, shooting you a cold look promising similar treatment if you fail.

“Yes, King Sukuna”, you replied with a smile allowing your power to seep back into them and regenerate their wounds.

Sukuna smashed in their face with all four of his fists over and over before stomping and jumping on their body. He then began grabbing and tearing away pieces of flesh, some eaten by the mouth that had appeared on his hand. Every now and then he would even dip his head down and bite out chunks of them. He ripped off their arms and legs, watching as they regrew in an instant. He even ripped off their head before beating them with it. He looked like a wild animal as every inch of his skin became covered in blood. The display stoked that fire inside you until liquid started to pour out of your lower lips. Sukuna’s pants started to bulge as his own arousal grew from tearing apart and eating his friend. His insults and the sound of Uruame’s flesh squelching and bones snapping filled the air. Blood pooled around you like an ever growing river. This goes on for at least an hour and neither you nor Geto moved an inch. You both watched what happened to people the King actually likes when they cross him. Normally, it was Sukuna healing them while beating them. Now that he didn’t have to bother with it he was going all out.

His assault finally comes to an end and he just stares down with disdain at Uruame before looking at you. He walked over to you and gripped your jaw with his bloody hands. “Geto, take Uruame and leave. No one is allowed to enter this area until I say otherwise. Go. Now.”

Geto briefly looked at you before picking up Uruame and quickly leaving the area.

As soon as they’re gone, Sukuna started petting your hair with one hand, another still gripping your chin, one holding your hip with his thumb rubbing patterns into it, and the last one on the small of your back. “You did such a good job keeping them alive for me. I never had so much fun torturing someone. They all would’ve died somewhere in the middle of it when I stopped concentrating on healing them”, he said while looking you in the eyes.

“What did they mean when they said you stalked me for months”, you asked as you rested your hands on his forearms.

He sighed and looked down for a minute. “It wasn’t in a weird way. I just wanted to know if you were the real deal. I had heard of a sorcerer not restrained by technique that worked as a contract killer. I wanted to see what all you could do and when I was confident you were strong, I had Geto go retrieve you. But I still needed to see for myself, so that’s why I sparred with you in the throne room. But you proved your worth to me”.

He pulled you close to him, his face hovering over yours. “You proved you were made for me. Made to be able to take my strength, made to empower me, made to show me my potential in cursed energy, made for me to bite, made to challenge me.”

His lips were right against yours now. Even through all of Uruame’s blood you could smell his scent. Your eyes flickered between his as your pulse quickened from the unfolding moment. You could feel his dick pressing against your abdomen from how close you were, making both of your breaths grow short and quick. You knew this was crazy. He was covered in blood and still had pieces of flesh in his teeth. Not to mention you were pretty sure you hated him. But none of that seemed to matter at the moment. You trailed your hands up his forearms, blood coating them as they slid across his skin until you reached the back of his neck. You ran your nails across his nape and he pressed his forehead against yours while letting out a groan.

“Show me how you’re made for me. Prove to me that you're worthy of me. Make me yours”, you whisper against his lips while drawing shapes on his nape. “Please Sukuna.”

The noise that leaves his throat from you begging him is so low and guttural it sounds like it belongs to the hells. His arms lift you up to wrap around his waist as his mouth crashes into yours. His teeth nip and bite at your lips and tongue before sucking on them. You moan into the kiss as your mouth follows in suit and your hips roll into him. Your hands pull him closer to you but its not enough. There’s still too much in between you. Normally you would enjoy slowly undressing him and teasing each part of his body as its revealed but you were wayyy past going slow. The next minute you feel his skin bare of clothes and against yours. You push your breasts flush against his chest, blood coating them, and moan at the sensation it gives your nipples.

“My naughty girl, who gave you permission to undress your King”, he says while pulling your hair back to get a good look at you.

The force he pulled your head with was enough to rip anyone else’s off, but there yours was moaning out in pleasure from it. “I did. You were taking too long, Sukuna”, you said before gasping as you finally looked down. “You-you have two”, you asked in shock. Although you really shouldn’t be shocked since he has two of everything else. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the thought of him burying them inside you. Fucking your insides until they molded to his shape.

He laughs at your cute little question before slapping you right in the face once and then once on your left ass cheek which provokes a stuttered moan from your throat. “Such a fucking brat talking to me like that”, he says before he shoves one of his fingers into your mouth and grabs your right breast. His mouth appearing and biting on your nipple, making you moan again for him. He slaps your ass in the same spot and this time it is so hard that the sound echoes throughout the premises. The pain shooting through your body makes you scream as your cum drips onto him. Blood dribbles from where your skin broke and you bite his finger. Not completely off but enough that you’re lapping up a mix of his and Uruame’s blood. “Talking to me so casually—“ he slaps it again,”biting my fucking finger—“ another slap has blood absolutely gushing from the spot and tears swelling in your eyes. You decide to get even and bite his finger clean off letting him watch you swallow it. A piece of him inside you. You then suckled on the nub left behind while giving him a bloody smirk.

He groans at the sight as his finger regrows back in your mouth. Fucking hell he didn’t think he had ever seen something so hot. You literally just ate a piece of him because he made your ass bleed. He starts laughing before turning you around and slamming you down into Uruame’s blood. The side of your head and neck cracked from the force of the impact before healing immediately. The crack in the stone remained, though. Your ass hung in the air as his cocks rubbed against it.

“Crazy bitch you really just ate my fucking finger”, he says with awe in his voice. You try to push yourself up but the hand tangled in your hair keeps your face firmly planted down. He couldn’t have you running away, he was just about to finally taste you. “Keep your head down and I will touch you where you want me to, but if you move it I swear to god I will bite your clit off.”

“Please ‘kuna. I’ll be good just please touch me”, you whined out shamelessly. You could feel your slick dripping out of your cunt into the pool of blood. Your body was so needy for his touch it was driving your mind insane.

Again with your informalness he thought. He would correct you if your voice whining out his name didn’t drive him animalistic. He released your head and got down behind your ass. You were so fucking wet for him. He reached his finger out to gather some of your cum and your ass twitched immediately. So sensitive for him. “Stay still, brat”, he warned. Two of his hands grabbed your ass while the other two reached under you and tugged on your tits, fingers pinching and pulling on your nipples. Wispy little whimpers flew out of your mouth but you were good and stayed still for him.

He licked a stripe from your clit to your asshole that had your eyes rolling and a whine coming out. He gave you a few more long, slow licks before plunging his tongue into your pussy.

“Yes, fuck, Kuna, yes just like that”, you moaned out as he stretched you open with his tongue. It took all of your control to keep from rolling your hips into his face. “Mmm Kuna feels s’good. Makes me want to ride your face until you’re drowning in my juices.”

Fuck that would be so hot. He wanted to make you cum until you were a fountain for him. He let a groan rumble out inside which had your walls squeezing hard around his tongue. God you were taking his tongue so well, squeezing it and trying to pull it deeper inside you. He couldn’t wait to feel you do that around his cocks. He removed his tongue from your sopping pussy which made you whine before he started licking your ass. You started panting at the sensation, pussy clenching at the lack of attention which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He stuck a blood soaked finger into you, and at the same time, forced his tongue into your ass. Stars took over your vision as your toes curled up. He worked both of them in sync before summoning his mouth to assault your clit too. You started screaming out his name as your thighs began to shake from the overload of pleasure. He added another finger to your pussy and one to your ass and started spreading you, preparing you for his cocks. He knew you would be able to take all 10 girthy inches and still beg for more. That’s because you were made for him. Made to be able to endure whatever sadistic fantasies he had. His perfect girl. He started licking off the blood that was still on your ass and groaned from the feeling that washed over him while he fucked your holes with his fingers and second mouth. He couldn’t wait much longer.

He took his fingers out of you before crawling over you, pushing you down with his body. His free hands pulled your ass apart to help spread your holes for him as he positoned his cocks against them. You could feel that the size was too big but you didn’t care. You would adjust and take him. You wanted it so bad. His face was beside your ear, one of his hands moved the hair away from your neck as he peppered kisses along it. “It’s going to hurt pretty girl, but you can take it. I know you can. I’m not going to be gentle because I know you can,” he said in between kisses and then he was in. It felt like you were splitting into two as you screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was slamming into you at a brutal pace just like he promised as he rested his head against your turned cheek. Before long, you were arching your body into him and meeting his thrusts as you both let out absolutely feral noises from the sensations. You were so fucking full you felt like you were going to burst, you could feel him pushing against your cervix and ripping open your asshole but it felt amazing. You didn’t want it to ever stop. You wanted him to fill you up like this forever. It was so warm under him and the sounds your blood covered bodies made when they slapped together was beautiful. You could hear him panting, groaning, and growling above your ear as he used you. But it wasn’t enough, you wanted more.

“Kuna-ah-ahh wan it deeper. Wanna watch you go inside me. Want you to mark me while your tear up my insides pleaseee”, you said as your vision blurred from the blood seeping into your eye that was against the ground.

How could he say no to such a request? Without missing a beat he pulled out, flipped you over, grabbed under your thighs to bend you in half, and resumed his brutal pace. His cocks now reached even deeper spots inside you. His tip went through your cervix as you screamed and tears started falling from your eyes.

“Kun gon cum, please, wan cum on your cocks, sssukuunaaa”, you begged in broken moans as your body started spasming. Your holes clenching around him so tight he broke the stone under you with his fist to keep himself from cumming.

“Cum for me brat, cover my cocks with your slutty fucking cum”, he said as he put his hand around your throat and squeezed. You body was shaking so hard he had to hold your hips with two hands so he could keep fucking into you. His own orgasm creeping up right behind yours as your holes started milking him for all he was worth, as if begging him for his cum. He pushed your mouth open with his fingers, blood smearing across your face as he did, and spit inside it before slapping you. You clenched even harder as you started cumming around him again from the defiling act, your eyes rolling back from the overstimulation. He bit your neck as he finally poured his cum into you. Long ropes of white splashing against your walls and pooling inside of your holes. Your holes that were too tight around him for his cum to escape. You could feel as it began to accumulate inside of you. Making your insides stretch further to take it all without tearing. Pain radiated from your neck as he drank from you. Your blood restoring his stamina as his cocks got even harder inside of you. It made your mind go completely blank as incessant moans poured from your mouth.

He pulled his teeth from your skin and licked the area, tasting you and Uruame as he cleaned it. He took a few breaths before moving himself over your face. You were looking at him through blurry eyes completely glazed over with lust. He brushed your hair out of your sweaty, blood covered face as he showered you with kisses. His hips started moving in slow controlled strokes. Letting you both feel every single sensation in greater detail. You could feel exactly where he was inside you and how your insides closed in his absence only for him to open them right back up when he sank back inside you. You held onto his arms as he kissed you. When he pulled his head back you both looked down to watch how he slid in and out of you. His cocks were covered in your blood and both your cum. You wrapped your legs around him and moved your arms up to run through his hair. Lightly tugging on some spots, and running your nails over others. The sensation had him melting into you. He had never been touched like this, never let anyone. And he sure as hell had never fucked anyone like this. But with how heightened his senses were from drinking your blood, he didn’t think he could go any faster without immediately cumming. And he wanted this to last. He felt so connected to you like this. He could feel the energy in both of your bodies swirling together. Dancing around each other before intertwining into one. When they did, he started to feel everything you felt. Your pleasure seeped into him as his seeped into you. He never believed in heaven, but if it existed, this was it.

You leaned your head up as you pulled on him for extra stability and started kissing along his jaw. “I wanna be in your lap Sukuna.”

“Okay, pretty girl”, he said as he lifted you up on top of him. No rebuttal, no anger, just compliance. In that, moment, he just wanted to make you feel good.

Your chests were pressed together and your hands rested on his shoulders as you rolled your hips across his lengths. His hands cradled your back and face, his thumbs rubbing patterns on both. Foreheads pressed together as you both watched you ride him. Only stopping to kiss each other or mark each other’s necks. Marks you both held off on healing for the time being. You started teasing him by pulling him out to just the tips and twirling your hips around them.

“That’s no fair, I don’t remember teasing you like that”, he said with a very uncharacteristic pout.

“I guess I am just a bit meaner than you then, hmm?”

“Ohohohh is that so now?”

“Yes, it is”, you said before kissing him.

He kissed you back while rubbing his thumb along your jaw, “Brat.”

You two fucked the day away in that spot. The spot where you had watched him tear apart his subordinate right before. By the time you two were done, there wasn’t a single spot of skin not covered in their blood.

Notes: …don’t judge me for this chapter ikik shhh. Extras v v

- So when using positive energy or reversed energy, there are times where it doesn’t work because the two people are not compatible. Know this, it would be easy to assume there are some people who have energies that are very compatible. Sukuna is obviously a sorcerer like no other, but so is the reader. They are the only two on their level, which draws them closer. Their crazies match each other. Is it toxic? Again, yes this is Sukuna. But with their personalities, it would be wild for it not to be at least a little toxic.

- Sukuna had recently learned to truly feel his innate energy and not just his cursed energy which are very different. In this chapter when he drinks from the reader, it opens a connection between the two innate energies, one that he couldn’t feel before. It allowed them to both feel everything about each other and genuinely experience connection. This doesn’t happen anytime he ingests someone, it only happens because their energies are the same. Sukuna was originally talking out of his ass about the reader being made for him to make them feel special and delude them. He only partially believed they were that useful to him. But after connecting with them, he fully believes it. He will still be a bipolar asshole though because he doesn’t know any different. Yet.

- Sukuna was pissed at Uruame but would actually consider their punishment to be light. It only lasted for an hour and they’re perfectly fine now. He would punish anyone this violently for genuinely crossing him, especially the reader. It would actually be wore for them because he needs them to be good and listen to him. He needs them in general which means they need to not be undermining him. It would be embarrassing for him if they constantly did it so he would take his time upon the first incident. Making sure they remembered it and wouldn’t act out again. And the whole time he’d tell them how much he cared about them and was doing this so that they could be better.

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Two French Doors | JTK

༘ Jake x f reader

༘ 2.8k words

༘ warnings: language, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it pls), and I think that's it!

When Jake gets the two of you a hotel room for the night, a mini fashion show turns into a lot more.

As soon as the glass doors opened to the hotel lobby you felt underdressed. Even people sitting at the hotel bar during what the small sign referred to as, ‘happy hour’ were dressed in dresses and ties. “Uhm, I’m here to check in,” You tried to shake the slight hesitation in your voice as they asked for the name it was under, “The reservation is under Kiszka but I think I’m in as a check in person,” You fumbled in your bag for your ID, sliding it across the cold marble, quickly pulling your hand back as you felt the woman's glance lingering at your picked nail polish. 

“Alright here’s your key, you’re gonna go all the way down the hallway and take a left to the elevators. There’s a button labeled S you’re gonna press that to get to your suite,” She gave you a set of two keys along with a piece of paper, “That’s your itinerary, Mr. Kiszka requested we send with you when you checked in.” 

“Suite-” The word caught in your throat, her eyebrows lifting slightly at your reaction. 

“Yes Miss… Is something wrong?” 

You shook your head, “Nope, everythings perfect. Thank you,” You quickly made your way to the elevator and scanned the paper in your hand. massage, car pick up 11 am, private studio session. “What the fuck..” You whispered to yourself as you wandered down the hallway and finally made it to your room. 

The door opened to a large living space, a big off white colored couch that faced double french doors that led out to a small balcony, just enough room for a small two person table. You dropped your bags at the door, opening both the doors and letting the warm summer air hit your face. Two tall bamboo walls ran up the sides of the balcony, cutting you from the view of the balconies that came out beside yours. You left both the doors open as you walked around the rest of the suite. Nothing too crazy, just a small tv mounted to the wall and a coffee table. There were two doors set only a few feet from one another, one was a small door that led to a linen closet while the other was a set of double doors. You pulled one open and it led into a large bedroom with another set of french doors, this time the balcony only small enough for one or two people to stand on. The bed was made with what seemed like a hundred pillows and a small card was left folded along with a set of towels. 

You walked over and picked it up, opening the card to see Jake’s handwriting, ‘I’ll see you tonight Angel, make yourself comfortable,’ You felt your cheeks grow a slight pink as you set the card on the nightstand, your gaze setting on the small curve with a soft light. As you turned the corner you entered the bathroom. A large bathtub sat in the middle, a bouquet of flowers stood on the vanity against the wall along with a box. You rolled your eyes, knowing the room alone couldn’t be the only gesture he had up his sleeve. You admired the flowers for a moment, your fingers running along a few of the pedals momentarily then your focused lied on the box, carefully removing the lid to see something black folded neatly inside of it. Your cheeks grew slightly pink as you held it up, turning to the mirror to then hold it against yourself. “He’s insane if he thinks I’m wearing this,” You mumbled quietly to yourself, pulling the fabric against you tighter, “absolutely delusional.” 

You sighed, wandering for a few more minutes before checking the time. There was still quite some time until Jake said  he would be back and you were getting impatient to say the least. “Hm..” You found yourself back in the bathroom, running the bath and stripping from your clothes. Once you were settled, you learned your head back, closing your eyes and letting out a content sigh. You were there for what felt like hours, any tension slowly leaving your body until you heard a familiar laugh. 

Your eyes shot open as Jake stood in the doorway connecting the bathroom from the bedroom, “Jake-” You let out a deep breath. 

“Sorry angel… Just me,” He smiled softly, “Don’t let me disrupt you… You like the room?” You nodded in response as he came over, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I’m glad baby,” He stood at the edge of the tub, his eyes wandering over the parts of your body that broke through the surface of the water. 

“You’re staring,” You smiled, lifting one of your legs over the lip of the bathtub, prodding his thigh with your toe, “it’s rude to stare,” 

“Is it? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you liked it when I stared,” He shot back, walking over to the vanity. “Did you see your present?” He looked at you over his shoulder as you grabbed a towel, wrapping yourself in it as you got out of the water. 

“I did,” You let your hair down from the elastic, raking your fingers through it lazily. 

“Yeah? You gonna put it on for me?” He smirked, stepping to the side so you could get your clothes. 

“I don’t know… It’s beautiful Jake but I-”

“But you what?” He stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he guided you to drop your clothes once again. “And don’t say it won't look good on you because I’ve pictured you in it since the moment I saw it…” His lips connected to your neck, the warmth of his breath making the hairs on your arms stand up. 

“Why don’t you try on the clothes in the closet first?” 

“The closet?” You turned to look at him as he straightened up. “I thought it was just the-” 

He smiled, taking your hand and leading you back to the bedroom and opening the closet. Hung up were three dresses each differing in style and color but all looking vaguely familiar. 

“What are-” It took you only a few seconds to realize, “These are not the dresses from the boutique from back home are they-” 

He smiled at you and nodded, “Of course they are, you loved them so much… I couldn’t let them slip away.” 

You gripped your towel to secure it around one hand as you excitedly ran over to him, placing a kiss on his lips “Oh Jakey thank you thank you so much,” 

“No need to thank me,” He placed a quick peck on your lips, “But I do wanna see you in them, do a little show for me.” 

You blushed, “really-” he nodded in response, getting up and walking back to the living room. You turned your attention back to the closet, running your fingers along the fabric of the three pieces. “I can’t believe I'm doing this…” You mumbled to yourself through a smile as you put the first one on, smoothing it over your stomach and sides and peeking your head out the door. There he sat on the couch, his arms draped over the back of the cushions and his legs dropped apart slightly, a smirk settled smugly on his face. “Close your eyes!” You called out to him, watching him take one of his hands from the back of the couch and laying it over his eyes.

“Closed!” He smiled

You made your way in front of him, doing another quick check of your dress, your hands folding behind your back. “Open…” 

He dropped his hand, his cheeks immediately darkening to a slight rose, “Oh honey-” His arm reached out, carefully sliding up and down your side, “Give me a spin hm?” 

You blushed and nodded, doing a small spin. With each dress you tried on your confidence grew a bit more, and Jake's interest grew at a similar pace. His gazes lingering longer which made the way you showed your outfits off more and more personal. 

“Okay one more, close your eyes alright?” You smiled, backing from where you stood right at his knees, watching as he let out a small breath. 

“Alright angel,” He smiled, covering his eyes

You quickly made your way back to the bedroom, grabbing the box from the bathroom. You lifted the small black slip out of the box and laid it on the bed, the lace trim lined the bottom and the neckline and the slit went up a worrisome amount. “Here goes nothing,” You took a deep breath, hanging up the last dress and pulling the slip over your head, surprised at how perfectly it fit your body. You quietly opened the door, “Keep your eyes closed..” You said quietly, seeing an agreeing smile form on Jake's lips. You quietly walked close to him, taking another deep breath and straddling his lap, your knees hugged his sides as you kept yourself from putting your full weight down. “Open..” You said shyly, nervous for his reaction. 

He didn’t speak for a second, his eyes just seemed to comb over every inch of your body. “Holy shit baby-” He let out a breath through his smile, his hands settling on the tops of your thighs. 

“Is it bad?” 

“Bad?” His hands slid up to your hips, “Fuck it’s anything but bad, do a spin I need to see all of you,” He lifted his hands to yours, helping you off his lap. You blushed and took a couple steps back, smoothing out the fabric again and slowly spinning around once. “Shit-” 

You turned back to him, he was leaned back on the couch again, this time you could see a tension forming in his jeans. “I’m gonna take it as you really like it…” You blushed as he nodded. 

“I love it, c’mere,” He reached over, his hands pulling at the backs of your thighs until you fell in his lap. “See? I knew you’d look good huh? I know exactly what to get my baby… Don’t I?” 

Your face grew even redder, your hand resting on the side of his neck, “mhm..” Your gaze fell on his lips, his bottom lip was tucked between his front teeth and his eyes were trained on yours. 

“Baby..” His voice was low and somewhat soft, like the calm before a storm. 

“Mhm…” You didn’t look up to meet his eyes.

“Look at me…” His hand broke from your side, gently grabbing a hold of your chin and tilting it to look at him. 

You finally lifted your eyes to his, settling yourself in his lap a bit more, pulling a small groan from his lips. “Stay still.. Just a second,” He lifted his hips up slightly as he shifted you on his lap, “Now you look so pretty baby… So pretty. Do you think you look pretty?”

Your mouth hung open slightly, withholding a true answer. His fingers tightened against the bare skin on your thighs, causing you to gasp slightly.

“Do you think you look pretty in this nice dress I bought you?” You began to shake your head, catching the look in his eye before changing your answer to a small, “Y-Yes,”

“Are you sure?” His voice was soft, a tone that should've brought you comfort, but instead made the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You nodded again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “Follow me,” He lifted you to your feet.

“What?” You looked at him confused, following him as he walked into the bedroom without saying anything.

“C’mere Angel,” He motioned as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the soft light that surrounded the vanity mirror. You followed, still slightly confused, “Jakey I thought you wanted me-”

“Oh I do.” He smiled, guiding you to the center of the mirror, “I want you so bad baby but there’s one problem,” His hands glided up your sides, fingers gently tracing just below the cups of your breasts. 

“W-What problem-” You blushed, turning your head to watch his movements. 

“Ah-” He corrected you, taking your chin in his hand and facing you back to the mirror, the dim light highlighted your already red cheeks and you could watch every one of Jake’s movements like time in film. “I don’t think you truly believe me baby, when I tell you how perfect you look right now,” One hand stayed gripped to your chin while the other dragged down your side, gently tugging on the lace trim as it rode up your thigh. You didn’t reply, feeling him pressed against you as his thumb gently caressed your jaw. “So pretty baby and you know what? I want you to see just how pretty you are.” He dropped his grasp, one hand swatting sharply at your ass while the other firmly placed on the back of your neck, guiding you down to bend over the counter in one swift movement. 

You let out a small yelp at the feeling of his hand, the sting lingering for moments after he made contact, “Jake-” 

He smiled at you through the mirror, “You see that baby? See your pretty face right there?” His hand gripped your hair, pulling it up so you saw yourself in the mirror. “Just like that… You’re gonna stay right there, and I’m gonna take you like the good girl I know you can be okay?” 

Your face was bright red, you met his gaze through the mirror and nodded, “O-Okay.” You’d be lying if you were to say you weren’t excited, sure he could be rough but he was never like this. Your heartbeat pounded in your head and the adrenaline rushed between both your ears as you heard the metal of his button on his jeans hit the floor. 

“Shit-” Was the first word that came out of your mouth, your head shooting down and your hands sliding to the edge of the sink. He started with no warning, no easing in this time, just the full feeling of him all at once. It hit you like a train and you loved it, his name escaping your lips as your stomach hit against the edge. He tightened his grip on your hair, snapping your head back to look in the mirror. “Jake-” You whimpered, his grip not loosening. 

He slowed his movements only for a moment, his stomach pressing gently against you, his warm breath dancing along your neck and up to your ear, “See how fucking pretty you are? Look how perfect you are when you take me hm?” You didn’t answer, your eyes screwing shut as his free hand roamed past the material, his cold touch against our already sensitive clit leaving you near speechless. 

“Yes!” You finally replied. He sped up, asking his question again. “Yes fuck Jake, I-I see how pretty I am,” You let out between whimpers. 

“Good girl,” He loosened his grip on your hair, enough for his lips to connect to your neck, leaving small marks wherever he pleased. “How pretty you sound, those fucking perfect tits while I fuck you hm?” 

You nodded again watching your hair move in a matching rhythm with his thrusts. Your eyes began to water as he powered through your first high, “P-Please,” You begged as he brought you close to your second, his fingers never straying from between your legs. You lost count of how many highs you both ran, at what you could guess was finishing on your fourth or fifth you felt his hips slow to a stop, meeting softly against yours. 

“Oh now don’t look at me like that, angel,” He smiled, sliding your slip back over you and gently turning you around, “You could barely stand baby, even though I’d watch you like that all night.” 

Your cheeks were wet with your own tears and you felt your knees shaking. His soft smile as he cleared you both off made the blush permanent on your cheeks and the way he stared at you when you got in bed brought a similar heartbeat feeling in your fingertips. 

“What?” You smiled, his warm skin mixing with the cold sheets as you adjusted yourself on the pillow. He didn’t respond with words, his blinks were long and drawn out, a gentle smile laid on his face as he shook his head ever so slightly. “No, tell me..” You already knew what he was gonna say, he got like this every time. You’d make fun of him that he was being a dork but secretly you loved it. You loved that every night you spent with him would be followed by his dopey smiles and whispered, you’re just so beautiful. “Jake?” 

“Mhm..” He hummed, you smiled as you took in the moment– the way his hair pressed against his forehead and he struggled to keep his eyes open. 

“You’re so beautiful” You whisper, watching his tired smile grow as he realizes his stolen line, his arm reaching up and capturing you in his hold even tighter. 

“That’s my line” he chuckles tiredly against the nape of your neck, the warmth of his breath sending a wave of warmth over your skin.

[pizzaboerr]

From nothing to something.

(Sanji x reader, part 4)

Part 1 , part 2 , part 3

Summary: After ‘defeating’ Zoro in a fight, Luffy’s crew made it into the Grand Line. Everyone was happy, you had a great night but the storm kept you awake. Lucky for you, you weren’t the only one who was awake.

Word count: 2.2K words

Content warnings: Use of curse words, fluff, slight teasing.

Authors Note: I’m so sorry that I didn’t post anything in the last two weeks. I was really busy with helping my best friend move houses. I’m back now and I’ll try to get 1 or 2 post per week, depending on how big of a chapter I’ll write. Hope you all enjoy!

P.S.: Sorry if there are sentences that are grammatically incorrect, English isn’t my first language, so my apologies in advance.

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It’s been a few days since you started your training with Sanji. Each day you improved a lot. When you didn’t train with Sanji, you took it upon yourself to get stronger.

“Slow down Tiger.” Nami said, causing you to jump. You quickly turned around and smiled sheepishly. “Nami, you scared the shit out of me. What’s up?” You looked at her, dropped your weights and grabbed a towel, wiping away all the sweat. “I just came to see how you were doing. You’ve been training all day!-“ Nami started. She looked around and saw Zoro sleeping on the other side of the deck. “Even Zoro doesn’t train all day.” She looked back to you. “Maybe you should take some rest.” You smiled but politely declined. “I’m all right. I need to be ready if something happens Nami. Everyone can defend themselves but I can’t, yet.” You grabbed your weights and started where you left off.

Nami went to the upper deck and looked in your direction, seeing the determination on your face. Sanji had seen Nami looking at you and decided to join her. He greeted Nami quickly and smiled while looking at you.

While this happened on the upper deck, you dropped your weights and one of them rolled into the direction of Zoro, who was still sound asleep. The weight hit his ankle which caused him to grunt. He stood up, grabbed one of his swords and stomped into your direction, only stopping just in time. “Watch it y/l/n.” He said angrily while holding the sword up to your neck. You knew Zoro wouldn’t hurt you, But you also knew not to fuck with him while he was asleep (even if it was on accident).

You sneakily grabbed one of his other swords and grinned cockily. “I’m not scared of you Zoro, you are all big talk and nothing more.” You said smiling, taking a few steps back. Zoro laughed loudly. “Sure, Let’s see how good you are.” He said wiping a tear away from laughing.

You had ben training with bamboo swords, just to see how it was, so you knew a little. You also watched Zoro when he was training, writing down tactics.

He charged at you and you quickly blocked him. You only knew how to kick and punch so you just tried to block every attack. After maybe 10 minutes, you were panting, Zoro was really strong and you didn’t want to admit your defeat. Zoro saw this and laughed, causing you to get a chance to maybe disarm him.

Because you charged at him, you made him hesitate which move he was going to pull, to not hurt you, You wuickly got behind him with the sword on his throat, barely touching him. He put away his sword and looked down. He cleared his throat before grabbing the sword from your hand and turned around, avoiding your gaze.

“I let you win.-“ He mumbled, looking at you. “Didn’t want to hurt you.” He quickly added while putting away his last sword, now trying to exit the deck. “Zoro!” You yelled before he could completely disappear from your sight. He turned around and looked at you. “I take back what I said, you had me until the last second. I have enough to learn from you.” You said softly towards him. He nodded and walked away.

Nami and Sanji both laughed and you turned around. “I think i’ll take the rest of the day off, just like you said Nami.” You said, gathering your stuff. Nami laughed and nodded. “That’s a good idea y/n.”

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“Everyone get ready!” Nami yelled. “This is it! The way into the grand line.”

Everyone jumped around each other, trying to get to their spots. Luffy was on the sheep head, looking at each of his crew members. “Usopp, Zoro! take care of the masts!, Nami please make sure we don’t hit those pillars, Sanji prepare some food!” Luffy commanded everyone. You stood next to Nami, making sure if she needed you, you were there.

You got closer and closer and before you knew it, the ship was going upwards. You all cheered and smiled. Soon enough you were on the other side of the mountain, now in the grand line. The waters were really smooth here, and Nami looked back at her compass, trying to figure out the next steps.

You excused yourself and went to your shared room. You had this special compass, that someone gave to you back when you were still working in Loguetown. You decided that you were going to gift this to Nami, not only because she was the navigator but also because she became your best friend in a short time period. You got back to Nami and saw that she was looking confused at why her compass wasn’t working.

You looked at Nami and smiled. “Nami?” You started. She sighed. “The compass doen’t work y/n! I’m supposed to be the navigator but I can’t even tell which way’s which!” You chucked and she looked at you slightly angry. Before she could say anything you looked at the ground. “Nami I have a present for you, close your eyes and put your hands out.” Nami looked at you, now annoyed. “This isn’t the time for presents.” She said, still doing what you said. You gave her the compass and smiled widely. “Ta-da!”

Nami opened her eyes as she smiled slightly. “What is this?” She asked while she examined the little compass. “This is what you need in the Grand line. Someone gave it to me as a present but I know you will appreciate it more. It’s now located to the closest Island. It’s supposed to be one maybe one and a half days away!” You said jumping excitedly.

Nami looked back at you as her eyes started to swell with tears. She gave you a really big hug and thanked you multiple times. You smiled and looked at everyone. For the first time in a long long time, you felt important.

~~—~~—~~—~~

After finishing what Sanji called ‘The celebration feast’, you all decided to have a few drinks together, to celebrate entering the Grand Line. You told a few stories that other people told you while you still worked at the restaurant. Luffy asked a few stupid questions, which made you laugh.

Everyone was enjoying the time together. You decided to play a few card games, Usopp teaching everyone a new game. Everyone was so infested with the game that everyone lost track of time. Before you knew it, it was almost 1AM. You yawned and excused yourself. “I’m going to bed guys, i’m really tired. See ya’ll tomorrow.” You said yawning once again and waving everyone goodbye.

You opened the door to your room and grabbed your pyjama. After you changed, you quickly brushed your teeth, combed your hair and got into bed.

You kept turning in your bed and after not being able to sleep you sat up and looked at the clock. “2;54AM.” You mumbled before grabbing your robe and making your way to the kitchen for some water and maybe a snack.

As you walked through the hallways, you could see that the kitchen light was still on. You once again sighed. “I should’ve known he would still be awake.” You said to yourself before knocking on the door to make yourself known. You leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to invade his space.

Sanji looked up and smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you at this time mademoiselle, couldn’t sleep?” You smiled softly back at him. “Well I tried to sleep, but the waves hitting the windows kept me awake. I’m still not really used to the heavy waves and storms that sometimes happen.”

He smiled and nodded understandably. He put everything away and started to gather everything to make some hot chocolate. He grabbed a pan and put it on the fire. He poured in the milk and started to heat it up. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate, want some Amore?” He asked you softly.

You smiled widely. “Hot chocolate, how could I say no to that!” He chuckled, while he chopped up the chocolate and quickly whisked some heavy cream with sugar to make the whipping cream. He grabbed a few vanilla pods and put some fresh vanilla seeds in there as well.

Once the hot chocolate was done he gently poured it into two cups and topped it off with with the cream. He smiled at his creation and grabbed a piece of chocolate before grating it on top, to make it look extra pretty. “Here you go love, be careful, it’s still hot.” He smiled while he placed it in front of you. You grabbed the mug eagerly and touched his hand on accident.

You blushed heavily while pulling your hand away quickly. He laughed softly and grabbed his mug. He sat down next to you and looked at you.

The heavy waves turned into a terrible storm which sent chills throughout your spine. You absolutely hated storms and now on the ship it only seemed worse. Sanji noticed that you were slightly on edge and smiled barely. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his lap, intertwining his finger in yours.

At this point you were blushing heavily. “I don’t like stormy weather. The boat moves to much and it keeps me awake sometimes. The rain is calming though, when you lay comfortably in a hammock, or a bed-“ He said looking at you, trying to distract you. “-You just close your eyes and focus on the raindrops hitting the window and the wooden walls.”

You silently took a sip from your mug with your one free hand and nodded. “Storms aren’t my favorite.” You chuckled slightly. “You know-“ You started, placing down your mug. You completely turned towards him and smiled softly. “-When I was little, I used to be shit scared of storms, not able to sleep at all. I normally would wake my mum up and beg her to make me some hot chocolate. After that she would drag me back to bed and join me. She used to keep me safe from the storms. Maybe that’s the reason I never got over them. I didn’t want to lose that feeling.”

He smiled sadly. He looked away while he mumbled something. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, which made you curious. “Speak up, pretty boy.” You teased before taking a few sips from your hot chocolate. He turned around with a light shade of pink on his cheeks. “What I said was, you could always look for me in those scenario’s. Most of the time I’ll be awake anyways.”

You were taken aback my this. You kinda thought he didn’t like you. “And thank you sweetheart for the compliment, although you are the pretty one here.” He looked down at his mug and took a sip.

The tention between you two was really tight and you both definitely noticed this. You sat in silence for what felt like forever. Sanji never let go of your hand though. Eventually you started a conversation and before you knew it, the storm was over. It was still really early in the night and you let out a yawn. Sanji laughed and looked at you. “Mademoiselle, I really like the company, but you need your sleep. Are you okay now?” He slowly asked you while letting go of your hand.

You nodded and stood up. Sanji followed you and opened up the door. “I’ll walk you to your room, that’s the least I could do.” You smiled and started walking. The walk was silent but not awkward.

Once you stood in front of your door you turned around. This startled Sanji who was standing right behind you. You stood on your toes gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Sanji.” You smiled as you turned back around. He touched his cheek where you kissed him and he blushed heavily. You were about time to close the door before he whispered. “The offer still stands, remember that. Sweet dreams love.”

He quickly walked away, to the upper deck. He lit up a cigarette and smiled widely. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep after this. You had him all worked up and he let out a sigh.

~~—~~—~~—~~

You got back in bed and smiled to yourself. You closed your eyes and let out a big sigh. You thought about everything that just had happened and got comfortable in your bed.

As you drifted to sleep, you smiled again, finally able to have a good night rest, all thanks to the sweet and loving cook.

[itsonlydana]

"passenger princess" | chapter five

the hobbit | a modern!AU by itsonlydana

❱ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

❱ wordcount: 6,3k

❱ summary: a hot summer day & two conversations

❱ warnings: mature language + jokes, Legolas being a nuisance

❱ an: third attempt to post this.. man I hate tumblr sometimes. I just want to bless you all with this juicy chapter. I'll try to add the pictures in later

general m.list + series m.list

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot - especially with longer projects <3

CHAPTER FIVE: POOL

Time, as it often does whenever you want to hold on to it, passed in a rush of essays that needed to be written, lectures demanding attention, and the ever-present need to work as many shifts to be able to make rent.

Which, in fairness, were a lot less than many other students though it irked you all the same to stand behind the counter at the small yet overfurnitured café on campus and relish the the summer sun through a window.

"Could you be a dear and fill up the coffee beans?"

You looked away from a couple dozing on a bench to your co-worker Tauriel and nodded. She was a pretty woman, red-haired just like Gimli, and smart as hell.

She was funny too, and made the shifts you got paired together manageable and bearable.

You used the towel over your shoulder to wipe over your forehead, patting some of the sweat away that accumulated within seconds.

The sunshine and warm temperatures had been fun at first for they meant longer nights and earlier mornings, lounging around with sunglasses and opening the windows of lecture halls to fill the rooms with soft breezes and the chatter of the students hanging around on the lawn in groups and pairs.

The temperatures hadn't dropped though, they kept on rising and rising, the air got warm and stuffy and every breeze was like a soothing balm on sweat-coated legs, arms and faces.

You were thankful that the café had AC, a wonder of technology compared to the unbearable lecture halls and, to your pain, your dorm as well.

A week ago it suddenly stopped working and ever since then, you dreaded coming home and spent even more time at Legolas' and Thranduil's.

There were more overnight stays, starting with long nights watching movies between Legolas and Thranduil, or cooking dinner for when Thranduil came home from work and stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you humming a song, flipping eggs and Legolas setting the table, snorting and rolling his eyes over the "disgustingly heart eyes" that his father supposedly threw at you.

Those stays ended with breakfast on the patio, fresh orange juice in jugs, coffee in mugs, the old radio that crackled every then and again and filled the warm air with the sounds of Queen, Oasis and The Cranberries as you snacked on apple slices and watched Thranduil read the newspaper, casting soft smiles over the edge of the paper whenever he caught you looking or let his hand brush your ankle as you popped your foot on the empty seat between you two.

If it hadn't been before, it was now established that you were wandering in and out of their house as if it were your own.

There was a pair of slippers next to Thranduils' "old man" Birkenstocks (Legolas' words), a second toothbrush next to Legolas' bamboo one, and the pillow you always cuddled on what now was your space on the couch.

Neither Legolas nor Thranduil minded.

That much was clear by Legolas' pure enthusiasm of having someone to spend the entire night gossiping under the canopy of his bed, chatting you an ear off over something.. no anything that Aragorn had done and said and my god, you even learned about the times your ruggedly handsome best friend had so much as breathed in Legolas direction.

And well for Thranduil you couldn't say that whatever was there blossomed into more than those looks and soft touches.

Nothing like that moment a few weeks ago happened again, and although the memory of that car ride and the teasing and tension as he had you pressed against the painting in the halfway was still fresh and sent thrills through you, there was a much more subtle string connecting you.

You always meant to confront him, to pull him aside and ask why the hell he wouldn't just tell you what exactly was happening.

Still, every time you were ready, Thranduil would disappear into his office or cease all touches and go back to that infuriating look of yearning all across the room without actually stepping into it.

You nearly lost yourself in this conflicting back and forth, and came close to overfilling the coffee machine with beans that would have been a pain to clean up so the jingle of the bell came right on time to snap you out of the little trance.

"Hi, could I please get one Grande Triple Sugar-Free Cinnamon Frappuccino at 100 degrees with Honey and one extra shot of Caramel and cream?"

"Oh my god," you whipped around to the counter and nearly threw your towel at the new customer, hand already balling the wet fabric into your fist.

"That's literally the worst fucking order I've ever heard," Tauriel barked out, slamming the metal cup for steaming milk onto the counter loud enough that another student shuffled right back out the door.

You would have felt bad if you weren't busy stalking toward the bar until it was just the wooden counter separating you from climbing over it, fists ready for swinging.

"Woow," Legolas, –a little dramatically– leaned back and stared at you with curled lips, "this how you treat your best customer?"

"No," you shook your head, "no, this is how we treat dickheads with annoying fucking orders!"

"I'll let you know that while I very much appreciate dick–"

"STOP!"

"As well as head–"

"Someone stop him, please," Tauriel cried out, scaring yet another woman with the alarmed tone of her voice.

"I don't particularly enjoy being called such a mean, mean word when I was simply trying to get a coffee"

Even on tiptoes, it was impossible to reach Legolas, as much as you tried to slap a hand over his mouth that now curved into a satisfied smile over the chaos he had ensured in the mere moments he was in the shop.

"Simply?" Tauriel sneered, still looking truly murderous which you couldn't blame her for.

Legolas order, for the atrocious sugar bomb, that it sounded like, came only close to the worst drink that went over to a customer today.

After mixing a Matcha frappe with raspberry, caramel, cinnamon, and whipped cream not only once but twice for the same dude, her reaction to another monstrosity was well in its right. "Simply?!"

Legolas scoffed, tapping his pink fingernails against the wood, contemplating something over in that thick head of his before running his tongue over his teeth, baring them in a grimace.

"Fine, then I'll take a triple espresso, cold and without ice. That's not too much to ask, right? Don't want ya hitting the walls because you have to do your fucking job!"

He then turned to the first years that had taken over one of the biggest tables right after you'd opened, their wide eyes showing their struggle of 'should we stay and watch? or go? what's going on?' while staying glued on where they had spent the last few hours loudly gossiping, though as Legolas grazed them with their attention, they fell silent.

"So rude, am I right?" he asked.

All five of the girls nodded their heads fast, not blinking once.

Legolas, not caring at all that he was ogled like a piece of meat, propped both arms on the table and rested his head on his folded hands.

"Now, when do you get off again?" He fluttered his lashes, ignoring the snort you let out at his words.

"Well, my shift ends in ten, if that's what you want to know."

"Great!" Legolas tilted his head, watching as you busied yourself wiping a few glasses, "Soo, d'you wanna hit mine and drown ourselves in the pool?"

He leaned forward, grabbing one of the sugar packets you gave out, flicking his finger against the upper half before ripping it open.

He then, like it was totally normal and didn't hurt your teeth by just looking at it, licked his finger and stuck it into the packet to suck his finger clean.

Eyes stuck on his hand, already reaching back into the sugar, you curled your lips, "Sure. The others there as well?"

He grinned a Cheshire grin, releasing the finger with a 'pop'. "Mhmm, Gimli said he's in for a late night over at his friends. Aragorn has some poetry writing to do but he wants to join us later.

You stared at him, waiting.

There was an obvious question left hanging between you, one that bothered you if not answered and here he was, acting like a total dick by avoiding your stare and thanking Tauriel for the to-go cup of pure caffeine.

"Well, I'm going to wait outside–"

"Legolas!" you hissed just as he jumped down the barstool, tipping his rosé sunglasses back onto his nose.

He paused, turning and smiling sugar-sweetly. "Yes? Was there anything else that you want to know?"

Scowling you draw your eyebrows together, munching on the words, pulling them between your teeth. "Ishegoingtobehome?" you rushed out, barely understandable for you and you doubted that anyone around you actually got what you had said, but Legolas' smile softened.

"Maybe," he said, quieter and with a hint of a sigh, "Who knows these days? He was early the last two days, wouldn't count on it though."

You tried your hardest not to let your smile waver.

It threatened to break down at the edges, the tell-tale signs of the wave of insecurity that always pushed onto you at the topic of Thranduil; nipping your cheeks and you crushed them with a hard click of your tongue, pushing them away into the darkest corner of your mind.

Legolas, observant little shit that he was, scrunched his nose and squinted over at you through his glasses.

"Meet you in fifteen?" he asked instead and after you nodded, he waved at Tauriel, "Good coffee! Lacks a bit in friendliness but I think I'll leave a good Yelp review nevertheless!"

The doorbell chimed as he left the café– a bounce in his step and lifting his face toward the sun as soon as he stepped outside.

He was, by all means, the loveliest friend you could've ever wished for.

You spent the last few minutes rushing iced coffee orders, serving them to students all heading out of the uni toward the longed-for weekend, and helping Tauriel clean up for the shift-switch.

The uniform was thrown into your locker, exchanged with a yellow summer dress that flowed right above your knee and would, despite the airy fabric and barely there straps, prove to be far too hot because as soon as you and Tauriel stepped outside, away from the air conditioning, the sultry air enveloped you in a gripping hug.

It was borderline unbearable if not for the sunnies that you quickly pushed on top of your nose and the iced coffee that Tauriel had quickly whipped up for you both while instructing the other shift on what to do.

You said goodbye to Tauriel when she climbed onto her bike and you turned to the car park where you made a beeline toward Legolas.

While you appreciated Thranduils sleek sports car, you absolutely loved the days Legolas pulled up in his Chevy convertible and drove around without the hood.

With the others around, you'd always get a backseat so that Aragorn could sit in the front but now that he wasn't there, you couldn't be bothered to open the door and jumped just right into the seat next to Legolas.

"Hi Asshole," you greeted him and placed your coffee in between your legs to fasten the seatbelt, "you're so lucky Tauriel didn't just kill you for that order."

Legolas scoffed, already fiddling with the console and turning the keys.

He threw one look over his shoulder, made sure that this time there wasn't a bike that he could crash into, and passed you his phone.

"For what?" he asked, "I just wanted to try something new, is that against the rules?"

"No," you entered his code, a combination of your birthdays, "you wanted to be a pain right before shift end and you know we know you don't give a shit about any rules."

"Oh sue me. Next time I want to have some fun I'll post a warning beforehand. What the fuck are you doing?" Legolas turned his head as you tapped onto one of the many playlists he had and a soft guitarre song started playing.

He was met with the largest smirk on your face, eyes gleaming full of mischief.

"Ayo, my my… Las, care to tell me what I'm seing right now?"

Your only goal had been to tease him for the playlist titled 'For Las' but the further you scrolled, squealing and giggling, the more Legolas blushed, blushed!

"Oh my god, please–" he begged and tried to reach over though you giggled and shook your head.

"Legolas, who… who made this for you?" your eyes widened, taking in a lot of songs mouth agape, "This is twelve hours long!"

The blonde, who was now nearly as pink as the glasses on his face, pressed onto the pedals a bit harder, flying around a corner and onto the highway.

"Yes? And? You have playlists that long as well." He was evading the answer, fiddling with the console to overpower you, "I even made you one playlist that long!"

You snorted and turned the music louder on the phone, "Legolas, the playlist you made me was full of kpop and Kesha. This–" you pointed at the phone screen, showing him the cover that was a picture of himself, snapped on some forest ground and his blonde hair in disarray, "–this is not some platonic shit."

"What? D'you really think that?" Now, instead of just looking like he wanted to die out of embarrassment, he pulled a face as if you'd told him you believed the earth was flat; in total incredulity.

"Legolas–" you stared at him, still holding up the phone, "Legolas this is twelve hours full of what.. Hozier, Lord Huron.. there's even some Mitski and Lana Del Rey."

"Yes?" Legolas glanced over to you, his long manicured fingers drumming the steering wheel in that nervous habit of his where he couldn't, for the life of his, be still for just a second and think.

Or maybe stop thinking.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," you said and for his sake, switched to another playlist, one that ended his suffering, "who made this? This says it's by your account but I know.. I know you're not that self-centered."

He gripped the wheel even tighter, white knuckles protruding as he lifted one hand to bite onto his pointer finger.

Not once had you seen him this out of it and it made you wonder how you must've looked before you'd told them all about Thranduil.

Had you been this obvious as well?

Fidgeting whenever his name was dropped or Legolas had asked you if you could set another plate for his father?

Close to fainting just because Thranduil would pick you up?

"Promise me that you won't laugh?" he asked and you knew he was serious.

This was more than jokes, this was top-secret-bedroom-whisper-secret-level, and you reached over to pull his hand away from his mouth, linking your own pinkie with his.

"Promise."

"It's from Aragorn! Aragorn wrote me a letter with the songs listed as well as the Polaroid he made when we were out for a walk at that one party at Bilbo's, y'know? And fuck, do you really think that this is romantic and a hundred percent sure this couldn't be a 'hey buddy, here're some tunes that I found cool and that reminded me of our friendship, have a nice day dude' playlist!?"

Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, led to the scream you let out as the words burst out of Legolas like a balloon popping under pressure, rushing out all at once and leaving you to bounce around as good as you could in the car.

The car that had no roof and thus drew all kinds of looks from other drivers onto you shrieking.

"Aragorn made this? Are you kidding me?" you yelled, already slapping Legolas' arm that wasn't on the wheel. "No fucking way you looked at the songs 'Francesca' and; Jesus there's even a song literally titled 'I'm in love with you'," you paused, once again boxing his side, "and you thought this was platonic?"

"Maybe?" Legolas shrugged meekly, glancing over to you over his glasses, "I dunno, it's Aragorn. Why would it ever be romantic?"

"Because," you made sure to emphasize your next words carefully, "because you're both idiots and I love you- I love you very much but you both are so very stupid and so very blind."

"You're one to talk," he grumbled and smoothed some flyaway hairs behind his ear so as to not eat them due to the wind. "Were you not the one just asking me if Ada is home or not because you two can't get your shit together?"

It didn't suit you at all that he suddenly turned the conversation around to you, when you were just talking about Aragorn, very potentially not only reciprocating Legolas' feelings but trying to reach out to him as well, to shine the spotlight somewhere where you preferred darkness as long as you weren't sure yourself.

You buried your teeth in your lower lip, pushing it out into a pout, before turning your head away from your best friend.

"Look," he said faintly, resting one hand on your leg, "this isn't easy for me as well. He's my dad and your my best friend in the whole world. But watching you two is so hard and not for the reasons you may think. Of course, I don't get why you would choose him of all people, we could've made fantastic-looking babies as well–"

You involuntarily hiccuped a laugh, rolling your eyes, "Sure, keep telling yourself that lover boy."

Legolas grinned, though returned to a more serious expression as he started tapping away on the wheel again, "But you do like him and I know Ada so I know he likes you two. He's.. well he's an idiot like his son and would rather perish than admit to having feelings like anyone else. That would mean he needs to open up, to let someone into his heart."

Legolas turned the car onto a quieter road, driving past trees that threw their shadows onto your warmed skin and filtered the sun through their thick green foliage.

"I'm willing to do that," you said after a while of thinking. "For him, I mean. I'm ready to work on us, to take on every hurdle together, and to talk. Gods, I really want to talk to him."

You let your head fall back against the headrest, closing your eyes to watch the black and golden points dance over shut lids.

Mentally you were preparing a list of all the things you wanted to tell Thranduil, firstmost your feelings, yes, but you also wanted him to know your favorite color, your first memory of him, how much you loved to dance and that you never threw away movie tickets.

You wanted to ask him on what side of the bed he slept in, which countries he had seen, what his favorite animal was.

"By the way," you blinked open both eyes, meeting Legolas' gaze, "talk to Aragorn, please. The man needs to hear you say that you like him the same way."

Legolas relaxed with a chuckle, "Gimli's going to hate us."

Laughing you could do nothing but agree with him.

The rest of the drive is all the usual, the sincere and deep talks pushed away for jibs and jokes, complaints about work and moans about Professors who think summer break is to prepare with even more coursework.

You didn't mention the playlist, Legolas stayed silent about Thranduil, a mutual agreement.

The sun was impossibly high as Legolas parked his Chevy next to the other (empty) spot, beating down on you in a manner that screams for sunscreen and…

"Pool!" Legolas yelled and jumped out of the car. "Water! Refreshments!"

You both raced over the gravel path, not bothering walking through the house but rather dashing to the gate in a wooden fence, that led directly to the garden.

Even while you were still running, Legolas tore off his tanktop, throwing it away to land somewhere next to the seating area, flinging his shorts onto a lounge chair, and you followed his example.

You kicked your shoes away to run through the soft grass and at the sight of the shimmering pool, wrestled the sundress over your head.

Glad that you had the foresight to wear a bikini instead of normal underwear, you don't think twice before pulling your knees to your chest and crashed into the ice-cold water at the same time Legolas fell into the water face first.

For a bit, you two did nothing but splash around, using feet and hands and every unfair method you could think of trying to get the other to swallow as much water as possible.

Legolas, once again having quite the advantage due to his height and slender figure, got so good at diving under you and pulling you down, that after an hour of coming up sputtering and coughing, you were the one raising the metaphorical white flag.

After a short refreshment break consisting of (unchlorinated) water, Legolas went to grab two inflatable floaties from the pool house, throwing one in your direction before making himself comfortable on the green one.

"This is the life," he sighed, hands crossed behind his head.

You found not one bit of motivation to answer him using anything else but a drawn-out "Mhmm" as you laid down on your stomach, face hidden in the crook of your arm.

"I think, I'll take a nap." Legolas yawned but already sounded very far away for your eyes closed as well, exhaustion of the day and the fight seeping into your bones.

It was the combination of the gentle rocking of the inflatable, the water splashing in the background, muffled by your ear pressed against your arm, the sun drying your wet body with her warm rays that sent you into a blissful rest, floating away in the pool as well as your dreams.

When you awoke, it was to the gentle caressing of water running through your hand as well as someone blocking out the sun.

"Las," you mumbled, "Laaas, go away"

Nothing happened, the shadow casted onto you didn't move an inch.

"'M getting up cranky," you threatened as a last attempt, groaning into your skin as the last bit of sleep slipped away from you. "Now you've done it– I hate you."

"And I probably deserve it." The voice that finally piped up was, to your absolute horror, not your best friend.

Immediately your head shot up, nearly tearing some muscle as you craned it up… and up the body of the man standing in front of the sun.

Golden light fell onto strong shoulders, creating a halo that made it very hard to look at Thranduil without needing to squint your eyes against it.

Seeing your struggle and taking pity, Thranduil crouched down to your height. "May I?"

Incapable of saying anything, you nodded. Your mind was caught on the last threads of sleep, drowsiness tugging on your consciousness that was trying its best to keep up with the current happenings.

Thranduil let out a sigh as he sat down on the edge, not caring the slightest bit that his shorts were getting wet, and kicked his long legs into the water, sending ripples toward where you floated.

He did not attempt to start a conversation, instead, he just leaned back, large hands spread on the stone behind his back, his face angled just the right way for you to know his eyes were not completely shut but focused on you through lowered lashes.

There wasn't a need to mention how gorgeous he looked, bathed in sunlight and the buttons of a moss green linen shirt that much undone, that you could follow the line of his throat down to a small peek of a rosy porcelain chest.

You felt your throat clog up at the sight of him, effortlessly graceful and despite the humid air, not breaking a single sweat.

You quickly lowered your head again, burying your nose in your arm to not get distracted by his pine wood perfume that wafted over to you.

"Can we talk?" Thranduils voice was low, a soft rumble that barely topped the gurgling and splashing of the water.

"Mhm," you cleared your throat, "I don't know, can you? Kinda felt like you lost any ability to, or maybe that was special treatment for me." You let the words wander away and glared at him in a manner that screamed 'Give me a break'.

"Point taken."

"That wasn't nice, Thranduil."

"I know."

"Good. Did Legolas send you?" You moved your head, scanning the pool for any sign of your best friend but except for you and Thranduil and some bees buzzing and butterflies fluttering in the air, there was no one else. "Where is he?"

"Inside. Came in when Aragorn rang the bell and after he nearly killed me with one murderous look, they both disappeared up the stairs."

"Ah," the disappointment seeped into the single expression, weighing down onto your shoulders, "So you came to talk because Las told you."

"No, not at all!" With an alarmed expression on his face, Thranduil leaned forward, resting one hand on his broad thigh instead of the stone. "I understood I needed to talk to you soon. Legolas just kicked my ass one more time. I've thought of nothing but you for the last few days."

The blood immediately rushed to your cheeks at this statement. "You're thinking about me?"

"Constantly. How could I not?"

"I wasn't sure," you admitted quietly, "after you... well, after you drove me home the last time, everything changed somehow."

Saying what you felt had never been easy for you, admitting things meant exposing yourself and that feeling of pure nakedness when the other person saw you, heard what you were revealing like little messages encoded through meter-high walls, it always brought that dizziness with it.

Fears that the other person wouldn't like you if they found out you weren't perfect, that they might realize how your flaws and imperfections didn't fit their expectations.

You'd rather cram the truth behind well-chosen and hopefully satisfying answers that covered up the cracks.

"I was a daft idiot," Thranduil said and, to your surprise, let out a shaky laugh that sounded more fearful than anything else.

You raised a quizzical eyebrow, knowing better than to interrupt a man wanting to explain himself.

Mulling over his words, Thranduil dropped one hand into the water, swirling it back and forth in even rotations of his wrist.

"This–", he lifted it, dripping droplets onto his beige shorts as he pointed to you and then to him, "this caught me unexpectedly. For years I blocked off any attempts of lo– of liking someone. First I blamed it on the need to focus on Legolas, his upbringing and when he was old enough to become completely uninterested in his old Ada and reached the top shelf without me needing to lift him onto my shoulders, then I searched for other reasons. My job doesn't allow much time, they would just want my money, it's just not the right time..."

While he talked, the flow of the water had carried you close enough to him for the pool float to dodge the edge of the pool. You didn't attempt to push yourself back into the water.

Instead, you reached one hand over, holding onto the warm stone next to his thighs.

"This– you, my dear, dropped onto me so out of the blue that I realized I do not have the skills to converse as easily as you may hope."

His jaw muscles protruded as he lowered his head, the tip of his ponytail falling onto his chest.

Taking that bit of courage you found in you, you let the stone go, instead laying one hand gently onto his toned thigh next to his hand.

The muscles flexed as soon as you touched the pleasantly warm skin, moving under your palm in uncontrolled spasms that you ignored for the sake of both your minds right now.

Now that you had some stability, you tried to sit up. Doing your best to hold your balance while the wobbling made it difficult, you drew your legs to your chest and then straddled the pool float, huffing out a breath full of tension.

Thranduil, halfway through your struggle grabbed one corner and prevented you from drifting away.

"There," you said and blew some hair out of your face, "now, this is hard for me too."

As you sat up, you saw Thranduil's gaze snap up to you, or more explicitly; to your whole body.

There was a hitch in his chest, a gulp so loud it would've been embarrassing to draw attention to but while you make a point of focusing on the conversation, you can't help or stop the blush that spread over your whole body, a heat that traveled faster than the sun and that left you stuttering for the right words.

"And well, I– what I meant was that I don't expect a lot, just for you to be there. Don't leave me behind in the unknown. I.. I'm in zero gravity space here, floating around in these endless questions." You gestured a lot with your hands, fiddling with the bow on your bikini top, smearing some water over the heated plastic in front of you, anything to calm your racing mind.

You were, like you said, out of your own depth and that not only came from Thranduil being different than other guys but also because your feelings were so much grander than anything else you've felt before.

Not just lust.

Not just attraction.

Not just admiration.

When Thranduil spoke up again, his voice was firm; calm, quiet, meant for just you, and firm: "I'm here and I'm in, one hundred percent of me."

"Good," you whispered, "Me too."

In that single moment, just thirteen words and a trembling of lips, a wave of relief washed over you, freeing you from the weight of countless sleepless nights spent tossing and turning, worried that all of this would be for nothing.

Thirteen simple words, mere letters strung together in infinite combinations, yet in that particular arrangement, they held the power to soothe your soul like nothing else could.

There was something in your chest that snapped, a tight leash of worries that had been bound around your heart, layering that precious muscle in a protective case so as to not get hurt again.

He visibly relaxed at that, not entirely, but there was a drop in his shoulders, a shift in his thighs; physically opening up to you and not just emotionally.

You decided to do the same and smiled.

"So," you started, "now that's finally out of the way. Was this the reason why you got all sassy and distant?"

He huffed, ever-attentive eyes roaming over the wide slopes and curves of the garden behind you as if there was an easier answer out there that he could offer you.

But you knew, without turning around, there was nothing else except for flowers and trees, maybe some hidden wine bottles that Legolas and you had snuck out and buried as time capsules right next to the patch of vegetables.

"Sassy, you say," he pondered, and you too thought back to the snippy comments that he had thrown Legolas's way when he came down the stairs and found Legolas rummaging through a box of old movies to watch with you; coming on rather defensive over movies you'd watched together, the three of you, two nights ago.

Or the night he knocked on Legolas's door to send you both to bed like you were two children and all you did was stare at each other in disbelief.

He must've come to the same conclusion as you, he pulled a very apologetic face that was downright hurtful to watch. "Oh, yes. I may or may not have been a total ass, haven't I?"

You agreed with a nod. "Total ass, like stage five. Me and Legolas were already thinking you'd robbed a bank or planned to overthrow the government with all the mood switches you'd going on."

There was a playful tone in your voice, despite the underlying accusation though you couldn't be bothered to force him to explain anything if he didn't wanted.

What he just said, the admission of attraction was more than you'd thought you got today, so you decided to let him off easy.

"Darling," he smirked, throwing the teasing right back at you, and you swallow loudly at the nickname, "I'm rich and a lawyer. If I wanted to lead this country I could simply pay for that seat." The way he said that completely self-assured in his abilities... or well... his bank account, made your stomach flip.

It took a total amount of five slow and counted breaths before you went back to thinking straight, or let alone to speaking again.

"I offer you my support in exchange for clearing my college debts. Sounds quite fair to me," you stated.

"I can just pay them off for you," Thranduil offered.

"Sure," you burst out laughing.

"I'm serious," Thranduil insisted but was met with a quick headshake from you. "Okay. But, and don't shoot me this look, the offer stands. You don't have to accept it right away, not in the near future. It's there, okay? Just like I am."

The words lingered between you, folded into your chest directly beneath your heart, which seemed to have no intention of stopping its erratic beating.

You were aware that if Legolas had made the same offer, you would have reacted differently—probably lashed out at him. After all, you weren't a charity case.

You worked not only to finance your university and room but also your free time, just as you had planned long before the Oropherion household showed you how easily some things came with money.

That's exactly what you would have told Legolas, perhaps adorned with a few curses or insincere insults, a bit offended until you both apologized.

Although Thranduil's offer hit the same sore spot and your ego, you couldn't help but ponder how it would feel to be cared for by him.

"I neither accept nor decline, okay?" You nailed him with a glance at the ground, through which he raised his hands in defense with a smirk. "First, I want a pony, one with a beautiful, long, blonde mane, because you never allow us to braid yours." Admittedly, you had never asked, but that didn't matter in this playful banter.

"Just–" Thranduil laughed huskily, "Just take it easy on this old man, alright?" Both of his hands grabbed the pool float with ease, pulling you into the open space his spread legs provided.

Your knees touched his, water sloshing up.

"Huh?" you pretended to look around, already breathless despite not having moved an inch.

"What are you doing?"

"Well–" you said, knee nudging his playful, "I'm looking for the old man. Wouldn't want some creep staring over the hedge."

Thranduil rolled his eyes slightly and raised one of his eyebrows. "I can see," he began, shaking his head with a harsh laugh, "you firecracker are about to drive me out of my mind."

You grinned cheekily at him. Your body unconsciously leaned forward, propped up on your elbows, you looked up at him and pursed your lips. "We never talked about playing fair."

He followed your example, his upper body leaning down until his face was mere inches away from yours.

This must be it, you think, taking him in one last time, rosy plush lips opened slightly, piercing eyes searching your face, blonde hair framing strong cheekbones, and you let your eyes fall close.

There was water rushing, the gentle bobbing on top of it, the wet coolness nipping everywhere except where his knees touched yours.

You leaned forward some more, yearning to finally learn what he tasted like, to memorize the burning touch of his lips on yours.

The inflatable shifted as he let go, opting to instead hold you close by laying his large hands on your neck, nearly spreading his fingers all around and you knew he felt your breath hitch and you suspected he must've felt the nervous flutter of your pulse like a hummingbird as well.

You awaited the kiss with bated breath.

It didn't come.

The subtle shift in weight, as you inched closer to Thranduil, proved to be the catalyst that upset the delicate equilibrium of the pool float.

In an instant, it slipped between your legs, and the last thing you felt was the tight grip of Thranduils hands on your shoulders.

The subsequent splash echoed with a deafening resonance, the world above the water muffled as you found yourself submerged, cut off from the surface.

Thranduil's body followed swiftly, his legs intertwined with yours, forcing him to tip underwater as well.

When you gasped for air, your brain not quite realizing that there was no air, not only did you swallow a mouthful of chlorinated water, the jerk of your knee came also close enough to kick him into the groin.

Thankfully you only got his thigh.

The water embraced you, surrounding you with playful gurgles and chuckles, as if nature itself joined in on the amusement of your unexpected descent.

Thranduil was the first to react.

His hands reached out, a strong arm securing around your middle, pulling you close. With a powerful push of his feet, you both burst through the water's surface.

"Fuck," you sputtered, the sting of chlorine in your eyes forcing you to shut them tightly against the blazing sun. "Fuck, shit, fuck."

Your flailing feet found purpose when Thranduil murmured, "Hold on, I've– I've got you!" Responding instinctively, you wrapped your legs around him.

Just before he hoisted you out of the water and placed you on the sun-soaked stones, you registered the firmness of his chest, the smoothness of his skin, and the subtle flex of every.single.muscle at play.

Coughing loudly and deeply from the shock and the overwhelming intake of water, not intended to be enjoyed in such excessive amounts, you spat some out onto the grass next to you.

"Fuck," you repeated. The stress of the situation crashed onto you, leaving you to cough and sit in the embarrassing position where you could only blink and take in a mushy version of Thranduils handsome face peering up at you.

"Hey, it's alright, you're alright." His voice pulled you back, calming the scratch in your throat.

"What– how?" you wheezed, body curling until you could rest your head on his broad shoulder. It was no comfortable position with him kicking the water to hold himself upright, hands holding onto your thighs and you bend nearly in half, but it helped.

The soothing circles his thumb drew over your skin, the reassuring words he mumbled.

"I'm so embarrassed, oh my god," you whined. "I can't believe this happened."

"Hey–" His large palm cupped your cheek, tipping your head back to lock his eyes onto yours. "Hey look at me." His fingers stroked over your temple, slightly pressing into it. "You could've hit a much worse spot than you did."

You snorted, "Yes, then I would've probably drowned myself."

The same moment you wanted to try again, chasing that adrenaline high, the loud "What the fuck happened?" of Legolas sounded over to you and all you two could do was burst out into laughter.

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Hello! Do you have any tips for a scent layering routine and how to always smell clean and fresh? Thank you!

Hi love! Sharing some tips below. Hope these help xx

Scent Layering Tips:

Remember your routine starts in the shower. Use fragrance-free body wash/lotion if you want to ensure they don't mix with any perfume/fragrance mists. Otherwise, test to see whether your favorite scented body wash/lotions complement each other/work together to create your desired scent.

Apply scents from the heaviest to the lightest. Apply your heady perfumes (musky, deeper, spicier, and richer-smelling scents) before your lighter fragrances (brighter floral or citrus scents). Typically, bolder perfume scents have more dynamic and/or deeper base notes (the notes that last on the skin for the longest skin [4-6 hours -once the perfume has "dried down"]. Popular base notes include vanilla, oud, musk, patchouli, sandalwood, cedarwood) and can have common heart notes [actualize around 20-60 minutes after spraying the perfume after the top notes, or initial scent, starts to fade]. Some common heart/middle perfume notes include jasmine, rose, cinnamon, geranium, lavender, black pepper, pine, and lemongrass.

When in doubt, layer two perfumes (and/or scented body products) with the same/overlapping base and/or heart notes. Think a vanilla-scented body lotion with a vanilla-based perfume or scents with vanilla-jasmine notes like Valentino Donna Born in Roma EDP layered with Versace Crystal Noir.

Don't layer two heavy scents together. Think of scents like Tom Ford Black Orchid and Mugler Alien paired together. When combined the smell can be overwhelming and give you a headache. Huda Beauty created a great fragrance scent layering guide (in the hyperlink).

How To Smell Fresh All Day Long:

Shower daily with soap and water under your arms, behind, and on the bikini area (only use water on the inside/your vulva)

Moisturize your skin daily (body hands, face)

Brush your teeth twice a day. Floss at least once a day. Keep a disposable toothbrush or at least some breath mints handy for use throughout the day if needed

Apply an antiperspirant deodorant every morning/before any activity where you think you'll be sweating. Carry around a mini one in your work bag or if you have room for one in your purse if out for several hours at a time on a hot day

Have feminine hygiene wipes and wet wipes on hand to cleanse the downstairs regions as needed

Keep some cleansing wipes/spray to refresh your body/face if you're in a hot/humid climate or are prone to sweating (I like the Pacifica Coconut Milk & Essential Oils Underarm Deodorant Wipes and Evian Facial Spray to freshen up throughout the day)

Change any liners/pads/tampons every 3-4 hours when not asleep

Wear underwear with a cotton gusset daily (lingerie is the exception)

Change your underwear and socks throughout the day

Ensure you're washing your towels and pillowcases at least once a week

Choose breathable fabrics (linen, bamboo, cotton, Tencel, silk, merino wool) in the hot/humid weather or if you're worried about sweating

Keep a rollerball of your go-to perfume to freshen up on your pulse points if needed throughout the day/night

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

A tiny Zhongli x Reader snack

It was your first time celebrating the holiday with Zhongli, so expectedly he took it as the perfect opportunity to share with you the historical contexts of how Liyue came to celebrate it as the the two of you returned home. In his hands were two baskets full to the brim with groceries and of course the mooncakes that were only available during this time of the year.

The full moon hung above the rooftops, lighting up the courtyard. After a few hours of preparation, several tasty dishes were set down on the table along with a steaming pot of bamboo shoot soup. Hutao and Xiao arrived just in time to join in for dinner. They had each brought a dish of their own to add to the table. You reached up with a towel to dab at the bit of sweat that was lining Zhongli's brows. His lips spread into a gentle smile as he took his seat next to you.

"These look like Mr Zhongli's cooking. This one though..." Hutao looked up from the dish in question. "This one must be yours!"

"It's a dish from my homeland. I thought I'd share it with all of you tonight." You blushed as Hutao picked up a morsel and gave it an enthusiastic nod of approval. Zhongli also gazed at you with pride.

"Try my dish! I promise it's safe to eat." Hutao giggled. "This one is Xiao's. He spent all afternoon at the Wangshu Inn learning how to make it." She pointed to the plate next to her own, earning her a pointed look from the adeptus.

"It's delicious Xiao. You've outdone yourself today." Zhongli complimented the quiet boy after giving Hutao his praise for hers.

Amicable chatter and soft laughter permeated the small courtyard. The plates as well as the pot of soup gradually emptied as the night stretched on. It was time for the mooncakes. You cleared off all the plates and replaced them with clean ones.

"The full moon symbolizes harmony and fulfillment. Though it passes through waning and waxing phases, it will always return to its fullness." Zhongli remarked after he savored the sweetness of the lotus paste stuffed pastry.

Your eyes wandered towards the retired archon. The moon tonight also had a secondary meaning, one of reunion between family and friends. His words were full of yearning. Over the years, he had no doubt invited many friends to sit at his table during past Mid-Autumns. Some of those individuals no longer sit here, but their faces still sit with him in memory. He would continue to carry them in his heart for as long as he lives.

How full was his heart? You gazed up at the full moon lighting up the night sky. Perhaps it did truly represent the hearts of Liyue's cityfolk, including that of its past archon. A full heart need not be a heavy one. From the smile on Zhongli's face, his spirits were high tonight. That was all it took to light up your own face. The mooncakes were sweet and the osmanthus tea he had brewed to accompany it was warm. In your heart, you promised to fulfill his words next year and all the years to come.

[ladysif8]

Bucky Barnes/Curvy Original Female Character

Summary:

Feeling a little neglected by her boyfriend Bucky, who seemed intent on spending his entire week-long vacation glued to the couch with his friends, Aria decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew she had to find a way to distract him and grab his attention away from the game.

Whether it was by wearing his favorite lingerie, cooking his favorite meal, or surprising him with a playful gesture, Aria was determined to remind Bucky that there was more to life than just video games. She longed for his attention and affection, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Word Count: 3,702

WARNINGS: explicit language, blow jobs.

Author Notes: I was scrolling through TikTok when I should have been sleeping, as one naturally does. When I came across this video, let me tell you, the inspiration hit so hard, lol

I would recommend reading the first two one-shots that go with this one before you read, but it can be read stand-alone.

Sweet Heat

A Slow Burn

"No! Fuck!"

Aria jolted awake, disentangling herself from the sheets and narrowly avoiding launching Doom Kitty off the bed in the process.

The black cat, now visibly disgruntled, side-eyed Aria as she jumped onto the armchair in the corner of the room, curling up on Bucky's hoodie.

"Damn it!" Bucky's frustrated exclamation echoed from the living room below. "Oh no, I think I might have woken Ari up."

Aria grumbled to herself, "No kidding," as she collapsed back onto the mattress, rubbing her hands over her face. Glancing at the alarm clock, the red numbers blinked 8:30 a.m. She sighed, tossing the covers aside and getting out of bed.

Stretching her limbs, Aria began to make the bed with practiced ease, fluffing the pillows adorned with dark purple pillowcases. She smoothed out the black bamboo sheets, a luxury she had treated herself to and cherished. After tucking in the sheet and shaking out the duvet, she fluffed each throw pillow before padding to the ensuite bathroom.

Aria turned on the shower, relishing the steam that quickly filled the bathroom. She peeled off her boyfriend's shirt, longing for his presence beside her this morning. It wasn't often that Bucky had time off like this, apart from the four weeks he had for his recovery, which they spent cuddling on the couch and indulging in slow make-out sessions.

With a reflective thought of Bucky, Aria let the warm water cascade over her body, washing away the remnants of sleep. She reached for her favorite shampoo, the scent of lavender soothing her senses as she worked it into her dark brown and purple hair.

Despite missing Bucky's company, Aria found solace in the tranquility of the shower. With practiced movements, she lathered up her tattooed skin with fragrant soap, savoring the peaceful moment. As the water rinsed away the suds, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the serenity of the morning.

After her shower, Aria stepped out and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, patting her skin dry gently. She then reached for her favorite lotion, smoothing it over her body with care, relishing the sensation as she pampered her skin.

As she looked at her voluptuous figure in the mirror, Aria couldn't help but admire herself for a moment. However, her thoughts soon drifted to Bucky downstairs, engrossed in his game. She wiggled her nose at the sound, feeling a pang of longing for his attention. It seemed like he had been spending more time gaming lately, leaving her feeling a bit neglected.

Brushing her hair, she listened to the faint sounds of Bucky's game drifting up from downstairs. Determined to draw his attention away from the screen, Aria padded naked into the bedroom. She selected a lacy black pair of panties and a matching black crop top, hoping to catch Bucky's eye and entice him away from his gaming session.

She selected a lacy black pair of panties and a matching black crop top, hoping to catch Bucky's eye and entice him away from his gaming session.

Bucky lounged on the couch, his feet kicked up as he wore his headset, fully immersed in the virtual world of the game.

"Watch out for that sniper on the left!" he shouted into the mic, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Yeah, I see him," Steve responded, his voice crackling through the headset. "Cover me while I flank."

"Got your back, Cap," Sam chimed in, his voice steady and determined.

Clint added with a chuckle, "Just make sure you don't end up like last time, Steve. Remember what happened in Sector 7?"

Bucky joined in the laughter, his voice warm and playful. "Yeah, we don't need a repeat of that disaster. Let's stick to the plan, guys."

Together, they coordinated their movements, strategizing and battling through the virtual challenges with skill and teamwork. The intensity of the game consumed them, each moment filled with adrenaline and excitement.

Bucky was on day three of his week-long vacation, and he was loving it. Sure, he absolutely loved being a firefighter, but the hours were long, and he missed being at home with his wonderful girlfriend. He couldn't wait for a week of home-cooked meals, late-night snuggles, morning sex, and steamy showers with Aria.

Who had ordered the newest Assassin's Creed game for Bucky, and it had taken years for it to come in the mail. Alright, maybe he was being dramatic, but four days had felt like forever, alright. When he had the time, he hardly played online with Steve, Sam, and Clint.

So he had woken up extra early to get his morning run in, then sat down in front of the TV with a cup of coffee and a box of cherry pop tarts. They had been at this campaign for about an hour when Aria woke up; she kissed his cheek, murmuring good morning on her way to the kitchen.

As Bucky remained engrossed in the game, a delightful aroma of sizzling bacon began to waft from the kitchen, teasing his senses and drawing his attention away from the screen.

"Man, you guys should smell this right now," Bucky exclaimed, his thumbs moving rapidly over his controller.

He paused for a moment, inhaling the mouth-watering scent.

"Aria making breakfast?" Clint asked with a chuckle.

Steve groaned, "I am so jealous."

"As you should be, smells like bacon," Bucky added.

It was Sam's turn to groan now, "Do you guys remember that one morning she brought the station breakfast?" he asked.

"Oh, how could I forget that candied bacon was the absolute best!" Clint replied, his voice filled with nostalgia.

A short while later, Aria padded into the living room, carrying a tray with a mouthwatering bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on homemade bread, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. The sight and smell of the delicious breakfast instantly captured Bucky's attention, causing him to remove his headset and flash Aria a grateful smile.

"Wow, that looks amazing," he exclaimed, his stomach rumbling in anticipation as he eagerly reached for the sandwich. "Thanks, baby."

Aria returned his smile, pleased to see him enjoying the meal she had prepared. "You're welcome, babe. I thought you could use something other than pop tarts," she said playfully, setting the tray down on the coffee table before joining him on the couch.

"You're the best," Bucky said, taking a bite from his sandwich as he slid his headset back on.

Aria pursed her lips, watching her boyfriend return back to his video game. With a sigh, she hauled herself off the couch and went back to the kitchen.

Once she'd finished cleaning up after breakfast and reorganizing the refrigerator, courtesy of TikTok inspiration, Aria made her way to the living room and began picking up around where Bucky was still seated. Dressed only in her lacy panties and crop top, she moved about the room, tidying up.

As she bent over to grab a stray game controller, she couldn't help but notice that Bucky barely seemed to register her presence, lost in the world of his game. Despite the fact that she was wearing his favorite pair of lacy panties that barely covered her butt, Bucky remained focused on the game, oblivious to her efforts to catch his attention.

Aria couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Damn it, all she wanted was a little attention from her boyfriend. She straightened up, letting out a sigh as she continued her cleaning, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would notice her soon.

Bucky was so deeply engrossed in his game that he didn't even register Aria's presence as she moved about the room, tidying up. His attention was entirely consumed by the virtual world on the screen in front of him, his fingers moving deftly over the controller as he navigated through the game's challenges.

Despite the sound of her movements and the occasional glimpse of her in his peripheral vision, Bucky's focus remained steadfastly fixed on the game. He was completely unaware of Aria's efforts to clean up around him, lost in the intensity of the virtual battle unfolding before him.

Minutes turned into hours as Bucky continued to play, his concentration unbroken by the activity happening around him. It wasn't until Aria finally spoke up, breaking through his gaming trance, that he realized she had been cleaning the room all along.

It wasn't until Aria finally spoke up, breaking through his gaming trance, that he realized she had been cleaning the room all along

As Aria watched Bucky remain utterly absorbed in his game, an idea began to form in her mind. She walked over to where he was seated on the couch and, with deliberate movements, slid down to her knees between his spread legs. Bucky barely registered her presence, assuming she was reaching for something hidden beneath the couch.

But then, to his surprise, Aria reached up and pulled her dark brown and purple hair up into a messy bun, exposing the nape of her neck and the delicate curve of her jawline. Bucky's fingers faltered on the controller as he stuttered slightly, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected shift in her actions.

"Bucky! Cover man! Cover!" Clint's urgent shout snapped Bucky back to the game, realizing he had left his friends hanging.

"Uh, y-yeah," Bucky stuttered, his voice cracking slightly over the headset, "Sorry."

As Bucky refocused on the game, Aria's heart raced with anticipation. She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, knowing she had his attention now.

But before she could make another move, Bucky felt Aria's hands slowly creeping up his legs again. This time, he couldn't help but let out a laugh, swatting her hands away gently.

"Baby, stop it," Bucky murmured into the headset, trying to hide his amusement. "I'm trying to play a game."

Steve's voice came through the headset, concern evident. "What's going on, Buck? You sound distracted."

"Get your head in the game, Barnes," Sam chimed in.

Bucky tried to brush off the distraction with a casual excuse. "Uh, nothing, just Doom messing with my laces," he replied, hoping his friends would buy his explanation.

"That cat's a menace," Clint chuckled.

Bucky laughed softly as he looked down at his mischievous girlfriend. "Yeah, she is," he mumbled.

Aria raised a mischievous brow at him, her playful smirk growing as she leaned in closer. With a daring glint in her eyes, she ran her hands further up his thighs, her fingers sliding beneath the material of his shorts. Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he felt her touch, a rush of desire coursing through him. He glanced nervously at the screen, hoping his friends wouldn't notice his breathing. Still unable to resist the tantalizing sensation of Aria's touch, his cock started to stiffen within the confines of his boxer briefs.

"Jesus," Bucky cursed breathy; his brows furrowed as he desperately tried to concentrate.

Sam chuckled, "You okay, Buck?" he asked.

"Yeah...yeah," he cleared his throat, eyes fluttering as Aria moved her hand firmly over his semi-chubbed dick.

Having had enough, Aria gripped Bucky's shorts and underwear. She tugged on them, jerking his hips, freeing his now very interested cock. Aria took only a few seconds to appreciate her boyfriend's thickening length and slight curb toward his abdomen.

"What the—" Bucky started, but then abruptly stopped, sucking in a sharp breath as Aria's mouth engulfed his cock. "Oh...oh fuck," he breathed roughly.

Bucky's erection filled so fast he nearly went light-headed; his breath became ragged as Aria swallowed around him. Pulling off his swollen cock with a lewd pop, she over the slit as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Clint groaned, and the sound of his controller hitting the floor, "The fuck Bucky?"

"Where the hell are, Buck?" Steve asked.

Aria lazily pumped his cock as she sucked on the flushed head; slowly, she swallowed down his shaft inch by inch until her nose was buried against the trimmed hairs of his groin.

Bucky started panting, his eyes fluttering as she played with his throbbing balls while her throat massaged his cock.

"Oh yeah," he rasped, head falling back against the couch.

Aria's hand continued to stroke his balls, her mouth swallowing him deeper and deeper as she moaned around him. If there was one thing Aria loved the most to do to her boyfriend, it was sucking his dick; she could feel lace panties starting to stick to her.

Bucky moaned softly, becoming lost in the sensation of his girlfriend's warm, wet mouth around his straining cock. He gripped the controller tightly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he tried to hold on to some semblance of control.

"Oh fuck, baby..." Bucky gasped, his voice strained.

She pulled off him with a wet pop, her lips glistening with his pre-cum.

Sam choked out, "You've lost your mind, Buck. What the hell is going on?"

Bucky's voice was strained as he spoke into the headset, "Just... just playing, man."

"You better be playing this game. Cause if you're doing anything else, we're going to have to have words," Clint warned.

Aria nuzzled Bucky's inner thigh before lightly biting down, sending his hips bucking off the couch. He winced at the sharp edge of her teeth, the sensation definitely not from a game controller.

Bucky's friends over the headset had no idea that his heart was racing for a completely different reason. They didn't know that Aria had just taken his breath away with that sinful mouth of hers.

As Aria continued to tease him, her eyes locked onto his, Bucky felt a newfound appreciation for her. He knew that she had been waiting for his attention, and now she had it, with a vengeance.

Aria continued to work her magic on him, her mouth sliding up and down his erect cock with ease. Bucky moaned quietly, the sensation of her warm mouth and skilled tongue feeling like an electric current coursing through his body.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the unfolding scene in Bucky's living room, Steve, Sam, and Clint continued their conversation and banter, completely engrossed in the game and their camaraderie. They joked and strategized, sharing stories and laughter as they navigated through the virtual challenges together.

With no inkling of the distraction that Aria was causing Bucky, they remained focused on the game, their voices filling the headset with lively chatter.

His body was now fully at Aria's mercy, his cock thick and hard in her mouth. He could feel the pulse of his own arousal throbbing against the roof of her mouth, a primal signal of his desire to release.

Bucky started losing himself in the pleasure of the moment, forgetting about the game and his friends in the process. He knew that if he didn't regain control soon, he would cum hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer.

Aria was still expertly sucking him off, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, making him groan in pleasure. Suddenly, he felt her hand wrap around the base of his shaft, slowly squeezing as she continued to milk him.

Bucky's breath hitched in his throat as he leaned back against the couch; he could feel his orgasm building, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every stroke of Aria's mouth.

"Oh God, baby..." he moaned, his voice shaky and pleading.

With a final deep throat, Aria pulled back, her lips glistening with his precum. Bucky's cock throbbed in anticipation as he watched her slowly lick and swallow the last drops of precum from her lips.

"You're so close, baby," Aria whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

Bucky nodded, his breathing ragged and erratic. He couldn't take much more of this exquisite torture. He needed release, and he needed it soon.

Aria smirked, sensing his desperation. She knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. With a soft smile, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, slowly working her way down his shaft.

Bucky's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Aria's warm, wet mouth enveloped him once again. He could feel her throat muscles rhythmically pulsing around his cock, milking him with expert precision.

"Fuck, Aria..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hips bucked slightly, trying to thrust deeper into her mouth.

"That's it, baby..." Aria cooed, her voice low and sultry. "Let it go. Give it to me."

Bucky's body trembled as he felt the orgasm building inside him, the tension mounting with each passing second. He tried to hold back, but Aria's expert mouth was too much.

"I'm close..." he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Aria slowly increased her speed, her mouth moving up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. Bucky's breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He knew that if he didn't do something soon, he would lose control completely.

"Bucky, are you still there?" Sam's voice suddenly cut through the silence.

Bucky's eyes flicked up to meet Aria's, who was still sucking him off with an intensity that left him breathless. He tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah, just... just going through something," he managed to rasp out, his voice strained.

"Weird place to go through it, man," Clint grumbled, "but whatever, just don't die on us in the game, alright?"

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's concern, even as Aria sucked him deeper, her throat muscles massaging his sensitive cock.

"Got it, guys," he replied, his voice still strained. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Take your time, Buck," Steve said, sounding understanding.

Bucky glanced back at Aria, who was still sucking him off with a fierce intensity. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to regain some control over his body. He looked down at Aria, her eyes locked onto his, and knew that he couldn't disappoint her.

"Don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Aria's eyes widened with excitement as she continued to suck him off, her pace increasing. Bucky's hips bucked wildly, his balls tightening as he felt the orgasm building.

"The fuck has gotten into you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Aria's eyes never left him; she slowly increased her speed, her mouth moving up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. Bucky's breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He tried to hold back, but Aria's expert mouth was too much.

"I'm close..." he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Aria sensed his urgency and increased her sucking, her lips gliding up and down his throbbing dick. Her beautiful dark hair started falling out of the bun as she bobbed her head faster, her eyes never leaving his. Bucky's breath hitched, his body tense and ready to explode.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum..." he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aria didn't slow down, her mouth continuing to move up and down his shaft, her throat muscles massaging him aggressively. Bucky's hips bucked wildly, his balls tightening as he felt the orgasm building.

"Oh fuck, Aria..." he moaned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum."

Aria smiled around his cock, knowing that this was the moment they had both been waiting for. She increased her pace, her mouth moving faster and faster along his cock. Bucky's body trembled uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming him as he felt the orgasm building to its peak.

Aria slowed her pace for just a moment; her eyes locked onto him, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved it.

Aria felt his cock stiffen even more, the pulsing signals of his impending orgasm clear to her. She knew she had to do everything in her power to make this moment last as long as possible, to savor every drop of his cum.

Gagging herself on his cock, her pulled-back panting, lips dark and swollen slick with spit and pre cum. She lazily pumped him as she slowly licked her lips, not breaking eye contact as she slid her other hand down her body.

"Fuck, Aria..." he groaned, his voice hoarse and strained. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

In her hand, Bucky's cock twitched violently.

Aria smirked, knowing that her plan had worked. With a soft smile and a sigh of satisfaction, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, slowly working her way down his shaft once more.

Bucky's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Aria's warm, wet mouth enveloped him again. He could feel her throat muscles rhythmically pulsing around his cock, milking him with expert precision.

"Fuck, baby..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hips bucked slightly, trying to thrust deeper into her mouth."Jesus fuck, baby, here it comes..." he groaned, his voice strained.

Bucky's balls tensed up; his breath hitched with a gut-punching groan as his cock started to pulse in her mouth, shooting thick ropes of milky white bittersweet cum down her throat.

Aria hummed at the taste as her throat worked around him, milking his cock. She worked him through his orgasm, taking care to lick his sensitive, spent cock head clean. Aria gently tucked him back in his shorts; with an innocent expression, she looked up at him, blinking as she took her middle finger and wiped around her lips.

Sucking off the last few drops of cum, a knowing smirk played on her lips. With a casual air, she got up from her kneeling position, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred, and made her way toward the kitchen.

"Hey, Buck," she called over her shoulder, her voice light and nonchalant, "I'm gonna get started on lunch. Anything special you're in the mood for?"

Bucky's head was still spinning, chest heaving from the unexpected mind-blowing blow job, his heart racing and his thoughts scattered. He blinked, trying to regain his composure as he watched Aria disappear into the kitchen. The playful smirk on her lips lingered in his mind, leaving him both bewildered and intrigued by the sudden turn of events. That was when he finally registered that she was barely wearing anything, prancing around the house in a lace thong and a crop top.

"What the fuck," he breathed, his voice barely audible as he tried to process the whirlwind of sensations and emotions coursing through him.

Ladies and gentleman!

I give you the TikTok that inspired this little one-shot!

[newjeanxo]

HOW TO HAVE AN EVERYTHING SHOWER

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Before shower :

- hair oiling for example rosemary, jojoba or argan oil (let it soak in for 2-3 hours) you can do the oil in your lenghts and on your scalp

- 1-2 times a week you can use a hair mask before you shower (let it soak in as long as you want)

- you can also use a scalp massager or bamboo brush to massage your scalp before shower

- you can also use ricewater before you shower for longer and shinier hair

In the shower :

- first you wash out your hair mask with cold water

- then you use your shampoo and massage it into your scalp and wash it out with warm water (not to hot)

you can also shampoo twice

- after that you apply your conditioner and rinse it out with cold water (you can also apply any hair drink after that)

- for your body you can use a Bar soap first for example the dove bar soap to gently cleanse your body

- then you can use a body scrub to exfoliate your skin and remove dead skin cells (you can use a loofah, african net sponge or a washcloth)

- after that you can use a Body wash and then you can shave your body with some coconut oil or shaving gel

After shower :

- use babyoil on damp skin

- use a good smelling bodylotion

- put deodorant on right after the shower (it is important)

- use your favorite perfume or body spray to smell and feel good

- dont rub your hair with a towel you can use a cotton shirt or microfiber turban instead

- then use a hair oil (balea hair oil elixier makes your hair so soft) or leave in for your hair or use heat protection if you want to style your hair

- you can also use heatless curls

- then you can continue with your skincare and you can also use a Face mask and make a gua sha massage

And finally you can relax in your freshly made bed, put some candles on , drink some warm tea and watch your comfort show/ movie 💗

I hope it was helpful love y‘all 🎀💋

Hair products i recommend :

[mik0is0bored]

Toge Inumaki x OC

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Small note: Sorry I haven't written anything in awhile (my classes started and I've been stressed with that plus I haven't came up with much to write for my oc and inumaki nor just character x reader. I do take requests! Request rules on master list:3)

Description: This follows the last scenario (I'll add a small recap), which had Hanako unable to sleep. Nearing the end of the last scenario Hanako fell asleep. I'll continue from there.

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Recap:

Hanako felt something brush against her arm. She looked away from the ceiling to see Toge's head resting near her arm, his soft, platinum blond hair brushing against her arm. Hanako hummed softly as she inched slightly closer, still giving the both of them space between the other. Hanako moved her head closer to his, making it so that the tops of their heads were closer together, rather than it naturally being one's faces close together.

Hanako felt her state of awareness slipping away into sleep. In her final moments of consciousness, she felt her hands moving through his short hair.

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It was nearing the morning hours, as the early morning sunlight crept through the window. Hanako hummed silently, not wanting to wake up just yet, she kept her eyes closed for a little while longer.

Hanako heard blankets rustling around her, so she opened her eyes, flinching at the bright sunlight through the window. She groggily sat up, looking out the window.

Saeka saw drops of morning dew drip from bamboo near his window on the outside, seeing the training grounds far off in thr distance, already noticing people were on the training grounds. She looked around the room before coming to a realiziation.

She wasn't in her dorm. She was in Inumaki's.

She looked over and saw an empty space beside her as she slowly got out of the bed, still slightly disoriented from sleep. She assumed he had gone out to train or was sent kn an early mission so she headed back to her own room.

As Hanako walked through the halls, she couldn't help but realize that wad the best sleep she'd had in a while, although she didn't think much of it though.

She eventually was back at her own door as she pushed it open and softly kicked it closed with her foot. Once her door was shut she walked into her bathroom and quickly showered.

She turned on the faucet and let the warm water cascade down her body, feeling the warm water hit the top of her head, remembering how she fell asleep last night, the top of Toge's head pressed against her arm, and then how she moved her head closer to his own.

She blinked the thought away as she washed her hair, her hands scrubbing her scalp as she massaged the shampoo and conditioner through her hair before rinsing her hair.

She leaned against the wall of her shower for a few more moments, letting the warm water run down her body, before turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around herself.

She quickly dried her hair and brushed her teeth, before walking back into her dorm room, drying any remaining damp spots on her body before putting on her Jujutsu Uniform.

Due to the fact that the students of Jujutsu High could design their uniforms, Hanako had requested her collar to be slightly higher than average, stopping a few inches under her chin, covering her neck. She made it that way as a way to protect her neck from the weather.

Hanako had also requested two copper buttons on her collar. Her skirt went down until it was 34 or 5 inches above her knees. She also wore grey leggings and black weather resistant boots.

After tying the laces to her boots, she brushed her hair and put perfume on. It is always one spray, each time. She didn't want it to be a noticeable scent, but she wanted to have it on.

She then picked up a leather bag that contained her throwing knives that she used for her cursed technique. She slung the bag over her shoulder and headed for the training grounds.

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When Hanako got to the training grounds, she noticed that Toge was already there, but sitting beside Panda, the two were conversing.

She hummed quietly to herself as she walked over and waved silently as the two turned around. Panda smiled brightly, and greeted her.

"Oh hey!" He said, his voice was seemingly too exuberant for it being 7:48 in the morning, but that's just who Panda was.

Hanako looked over to Toge and smiled faintly. And although she couldn't see his own smile due to his collar of his uniform covering half of his face, his eyes did that sparkling thing each time he was happy to see someone.

"Kelp" he said, waving at Hanako. It was clear that the two remembered what happened the night before. It wasn't anything wrong, just a friend helping out another.

Hanako had insomnia, and the stress of missions hadn't been helping that in any way whatsoever, and both Toge and Hanako had accidentally fell asleep beside one another.

There was a few minutes of silence as Hanako and Toge glanced at each other for a few moments, as a knowing grin appeared on Panda's face.

Panda broke the silence and spoke "Hanako, by the way, I heard footsteps crossing the hall coming from the direction of your dorm to Toge's. What happened between you two?"

Maki walked over to the three and hummed. She heard Panda's question and huffed quietly under her breath but decided to humor the situation.

"Come to think of it, I did hear footsteps too. What were you doing walking over to his room last night?" Maki said, she already knew Hanako walked over to Toge's room at times when her insomnia was especially bad, but she decided to see their reactions anyway.

Hanako and Toge both turned pink slightly, as Hanako spoke up.

"You know what I mean. I've told you. I go over to his room when I can't sleep. You guys both know that." Hanako spoke, as Toge nodded in agreement.

Of course Maki and Panda both knew about her insomnia, but they (Mainly panda) pressed further.

"Yeah, well, we usually hear your footsteps twice in a night. Last night, we only heard your footsteps once." Panda spoke, his tone teasing.

Hanako tried to keep her calm expression, but her face flushed a faint shade of pink, as did Toge's.

Hanako sighed to herself and spoke, her tone calm, but with an underone of awkwardness.

"Well, I accidentally fell asleep in his room, that's all. Nothing that wasn't supposed to happen happened."

Panda nodded silently, and Maki spoke, "That makes sense, I guess. Because if it was something else that would've happened, the two of you would've walked out together, but you, Hanako, walked out at least fifteen minutes after Toge did."

A minute or so passed, and no one spoke. This continued until Panda and Maki walked off, saying they had a mission in a few minutes, so they were heading to the higher-ups for location, curse level, etc.

This left Toge and Hanako standing alone before Toge broke the silence, by tapping Hanako's shoulder.

"Hm?"

Toge cleared his throat and stretched his fingers before signing.

"So how did you sleep?"

She nodded silently and spoke "I slept well, it didn't take me a while to fall asleep after we talked s little I guess..." Hanako hesitated again before continuing.

"Sorry for falling asleep in your bed, though. I didn't mean to. I-"

Hanako's apology was interrupted by Toge shaking his head and signing:

"No need to apologize. I thought it was nice. I noticed your head was near me when I woke up this morning. I thought it was kind of cute."

Hanako's face flushed slightly, not a full on deep red blush, but it was faint enough for him to notice as he chuckled softly at her reaction, before Hanako spoke up again.

"Oh, alright. That's good to hear that it was weird or awkward or anything, but seriously, thank you. I haven't slept that good in a while."

She could tell that Toge smiled again as he moved his hands, forming signed sentence.

"Thats good that you slept well. What do you think made you sleep so well?"

Hanako knew what had helped her to sleep so well, it was sleeping beside him, but that would sound weird. And plus, who in the world would just admit that to their childhood friend? It just sounds odd.

Hanako cleared her throat and spoke, "The temperature of your room was more neutral than my room, which is always blistering hot or freezing cold."

Toge chuckled slightly in response and nodded before a comfortable silence fell over the two.

It was early in the morning, so birds were chirping, and the sun was still creeping up the sky, a pinkish orangish hue painted the sky, and the sun reflected on the pond by the training dummies.

After a few more moments, Toge clears his throat, and decides to speak this time rather than using sign language.

"Tuna Mayo." Meaning;

"We should probably go back to training."

Hanako nodded in agreement, as the two then decided to practice their close combat skills with each other.

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I don't know if that was a good spot to cut it off but that's the final part for the scenario of which Hanako had trouble sleeping (clearly) but I hope you liked it <33

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