#Face Pack For Deep Skin Cleansing

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (06)

And we are back for another chapter !

Warning: cursing (maybe)

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

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Todoroki’s heat had finally passed after three long days. He’d spent them either with Kirishima buried deep inside him or wrapped in his muscular arms, their bodies entwined in moments of quiet warmth. It had been all too easy to lose himself in the haze of desire, letting the weight of everything else fade away in a blur of passion and closeness. But now, as the intense flush of heat left his system, his mind was painfully clear.

Embarrassment hit him hard. What was I thinking? He asked himself repeatedly, and almost felt lightheaded as he recalled the desperation—the way he’d thrown himself at you like some lovesick teenager in his first heat. It was reckless and stupid. Worse yet, he’d let himself imagine all sorts of salacious fantasies involving you, Kirishima, and himself throughout his heat. It was utterly inappropriate. The clarity felt almost unbearable as shame surged through him, dense and stifling. If it were just about embarrassing himself, he could eventually deal with it. But the memories of that day went beyond the dizzy haze of horniness, beyond the scent of peaches and yours warm touch against his skin. He also remembered Kirishima’s raw rage and the deep red of your blood covering your face and the hospital floor. Shame gnawed at him from within, leaving in its wake buds of guilt, which blossomed as images of you walking around with a crooked nose and split lips flooded his mind.

Thankfully, it had been Kirishima who picked him up from the hospital that day. The red-haired hero had been too considerate to press him on what had happened; his only priority was taking care of him. Yet, as Todoroki had laid beside Kirishima on the third and final night of his heat, he knew that by morning, he’d have to face the rest of the pack. And neither Katsuki nor Izuku would spare him the questions he dreaded.

Morning came too soon. By the time Todoroki left his room, Kirishima was already gone and it was still early, he knew no one had left for work yet. He rushed to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water might somehow calm his nerves or at least give him a moment to gather his thoughts. For the first time in his life, he almost wished his heat had lasted longer—anything to delay the inevitable, awkward conversation but no amount of scalding water could cleanse the mess of emotions swirling inside him. After a dozen of minutes, he resigned himself, finished his shower and got ready for the day.

The moment he emerged from the steamy bathroom, Izuku was waiting, worry pooling in his green eyes and his rough, scarred hand instinctively lifted to cup Todoroki’s face. His touch was warm and steady, grounding him and quieting the chaos within him. Despite the awkwardness of this whole situation, seeing Izuku made his heart flutter, and he smiled softly in his mate’s arms.

“Shoto,” Izuku murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I wanted to be there, but I was tied up at the agency and..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a fast ramble, "Just... if you need anything, I’m here for you. We’re all here for you. I already called your agency and told them you’ll need a few more days off. Kirishima told us a little about what happened, and I swear, we’ll track down that doctor. We’ll make sure—”

“He doesn’t need you babbling his damn ears off, Deku.” Katsuki’s voice cut through Izuku’s rambling. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Todoroki—not unkind, but piercing.. “He gets it. He’s not helpless, you know.”

Izuku shot Katsuki a small frown but remained unfazed by his blunt interruption. Beneath the sharp words, Todoroki could sense Katsuki’s genuine concern. The familiar edge in Katsuki’s tone was oddly comforting, and he knew that Katsuki’s refusal to coddle him was just his way of showing respect and consideration.

As they moved to the dining table, where Kirishima was already eating breakfast, Todoroki took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and took his seat around the table. Izuku quickly joined him, sitting beside him and reaching over to place a comforting hand on his knee. Todoroki felt a rush of gratitude for the quiet support, and even Katsuki, despite his sharp gaze, gave him space to speak without pushing him.

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“So... you were the one who threw yourself at her?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, his doe eyes blinked and his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to process Todoroki’s recounting of the events.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Katsuki scoffed in disbelief.

Todoroki’s face flushed deeply with embarrassment, his cheeks burning so much that he thought he might actually burst into flames. This was a lot more mortifying than he’d imagined. Izuku had started off so supportive, leaning in to comfort him, but as Todoroki went on and explained the situation, he watched Izuku’s expression shift from understanding to confusion, and finally to what felt like... judgment. Slowly, Izuku had began to scoot away from him, casting side glances full of disapproval and making it impossible for Todoroki to meet his eyes. Katsuki was more disappointment than anything else. Unbelievable, he muttered to himself. To him, this was beyond stupid—something a too-hormonal high schooler might do and definitely something Todoroki should’ve known better. But it was Kirishima’s silence that unnerved Todoroki the most. The red haired kept his gaze down, uncharacteristically quiet, before abruptly standing up and storming toward the door.

“I need to go apologize!” Kirishima’s voice was laced with urgency, tinged with panic, but Bakugo grabbed his arm and halted him.

“You can’t go back to that hospital, Eijirou,” Katsuki said firmly, tightening his grip. “What are you gonna do, knock on the door and ask for the doctor you beat up? You’ll only make things worse.”

“Kacchan’s right. She’s probably scared right now, and she’ll run the other way if she sees you again,” Izuku added, stepping in front of Kirishima and blocking his ways like a barricade, while exchanging a look of silent agreement with Bakugo.

“But I can’t just stay here! I hurt her—badly. She even tried to explain, but I wouldn’t listen,” Kirishima’s voice grew agitated. The vivid recollection of your tear-filled eyes and bloodied lips coiled within him, guilt tightening its grip on his chest. What kind of man hits an innocent woman? he thought, fists clenched as he struggled to free himself from his mates' hold.

“I’ll go,” Todoroki interjected suddenly. His words startled the others and they turned to him, puzzled. “It was my fault. I should apologize to her.” His voice was calm but resolute, slicing through the tension in the room and carrying a steadiness, calmness, that sought to soothe Kirishima’s agitation and remorse. “Izuku’s right; you can’t go there directly, Eijirou. I’ll go and apologize on behalf of both of us.”

"But I have to do it myself! I was the one who hit her. I should at least cover her medical bill!" Kirishima protested, spurred by a faint voice in the back of his mind reminding him how unmanly—and even less heroic—his actions had been.

“I’ll tell her you want to apologize in person too. If she’s okay with it, I’ll give her your number so she can reach out to you,” Todoroki assured him gently. It pained him to see Kirishima like this, especially knowing it was his fault. All he ever wanted was to see him smiling, radiant and untroubled, and judging by the looks on his other mates’ faces, it was clear they all shared the same feeling.

Kirishima’s expression wavered, torn between making a run to the hospital or listening to his mates, but Katsuki ended his internal debate with a firm arm slung around Kirishima’s shoulders, steering him toward the door.

“Come on, shitty head, we’re gonna be late. It’s Shoto’s mess, he’ll handle it,” Bakugo said, his voice losing its usual edge, and softened just enough to offer some reassurance to Kirishima.

Izuku lingered behind, casting Todoroki a final glance filled with quiet suspicion. Todoroki could almost see the gears of his mind turning, overthinking as always, but then Katsuki barked Izuku’s name from the doorway, urging him to hurry up. With a sigh, Izuku followed the red eyes pair and they all left for work, leaving Todoroki behind in their appartement.

Todoroki paced in circles around his apartment, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He kept telling himself that he needed to apologize, but every time he neared the door, a wave of nerves yanked him back, making him turn and start another lap around his living room. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsteady, so... nervous as the weight inside him grew heavier, sinking like an anchor. He’d never been one to feel so unsettled—he was usually straightforward, never having trouble apologizing when it was needed. If he made a mistake, he fixed it; he owned up. But this felt different. Today, shame, guilt, and apprehension mingled within him in a discomfort he didn’t fully understand.

“Okay, it’s just... an apology. You’ve done this before,” he muttered under his breath, trying to summon his usual calm. He had told his mates so confidently that he would do it, but look at him now. “Just go in there, say you’re sorry. It’s not complicated.” Yet the words didn’t settle him. Instead, they only seemed to make him more anxious. Why was facing you so daunting suddenly? He couldn’t explain it—he didn’t understand it.

After what felt like ages, he forced himself to grab his keys and head out the door, before he could talk himself out of it again. But the nerves only grew worse when he settled into his car and sat behind the wheel. The flashes of three days ago replayed in his mind, flashes of him almost humping the backseat. They made him wince as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and started the car.

The hospital wasn’t so far away from his apartment, a short 30-minutes drive, but he had to will himself to stay focused on the road. When he paused at a red light, he found himself wondering if your scent would be as intoxicating and bewitching as he remembered it to be and the thought made him groan as he banged his head on the steering wheel, mumbling to himself, Focus, Shoto.

As he drove past a flower shop, a quiet voice in his mind suggested he bring you something. He considered it for a moment, pondering on how appropriate it would be to bring flowers to someone he didn’t know, especially someone who had been beat up because of him. Yeah, no, even he could tell it would be weird. But somehow, he found himself making a U-turn, parking his car in front of the flower shop, and stepping inside.

The floral scent enveloped him immediately—a soft, sweet fragrance that seemed to soothe the edges of his nerves. Before him laid a sea of vibrant and cool blooms stretched out in rows: roses blushed in shades of crimson and coral, delicate peonies, soft violets, cheerful tulips, and vivid anemones. The shop was beautiful, but he knew he had to leave fast when he realized he was searching for flowers that would complement the color of your eyes. He almost laughed at himself. Ridiculous, he mused, but there he was, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and a minute later, he was holding a bouquet of dahlias. With the flowers in hand, he made his way to the counter, quickly paid, and rushed back to his car, feeling the steady thrum of nervousness in his chest.

Finally, we got to see Izuku and Katsuki in this fic. It took us 6 chapters but we made it through!!

I hated writing this chapter, omg, it took me almost a whole week. You guys have no idea how many versions of this chapter exist 😭. The length wasn’t the issue—I tried to make it a bit longer than usual (not by much, though; I’m usually around 1.5k words, but today I hit 1.9k). BUT omg, nothing really happened here. I think it was just a boring chapter (at least to write) 💀.

I’ve always referred to the characters as Todoroki, Kirishima, Izuku, and Katsuki in my head. But it’s kind of weird how half of them go by their first name and the other half by their surname in the narration, right? It’s also a bit confusing when I use both in the same chapter, so I’ve decided to stick with Izuku, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Todoroki for the narrator. The reader will use their first names once she meets them properly.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist

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[teamackles96]

Let Me Help You

❧ Summary: You help Dean clean up after a hunt

❧ Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader (pure fluff)

❧ Wordcount: 697

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“Sit,” you said firmly, nodding toward one of the chairs in the library.

Dean didn’t argue. He just dragged himself forward and dropped into the seat like his bones were heavier than usual.

He looked rough—worse than he ever let on. Dried blood clung to the side of his face in jagged streaks, mostly from the deep gash just above his brow. His skin was littered with smaller cuts and bruises—along his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Like a man who had gone three rounds with a monster and won, but barely.

You set the first aid kit down with a soft thump and placed the bowl of warm water next to it. As you rolled up your sleeves, Dean’s eyes followed you, silent. Not wary, exactly. But unsure. Like he didn’t know how to accept what was coming.

You soaked the cloth, wrung it out slowly, and stepped between his knees.

“You really don’t ha—” he began, voice low and gravelly, already trying to shrug it off.

“Just let me help you, okay?” you said softly, cutting him off.

Your fingers tilted his face toward you, thumb resting at the edge of his chin. With the damp cloth, you began wiping gently at the dried blood. You were slow, methodical—barely any pressure, just enough to cleanse the skin.

Dean winced once, but otherwise said nothing.

His eyes, however, never stopped watching you. Not the way most people looked. It wasn’t surface-level. It was like he was trying to read every thought behind your eyes, trace the patterns of your face, memorize the slope of your brow. Like he didn’t quite believe he deserved this moment of care, but he wanted to hold onto it anyway.

You kept your own gaze focused on the task. Looking at him—really looking—would’ve made it harder to stay steady. You knew what this meant to him. What it cost him to sit there and let someone else take care of the aftermath.

The cloth turned pink with each pass, and you rinsed it out again before tossing it into the bowl. The wound on his forehead had finally stopped bleeding. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches, but still raw and angry-looking.

You reached for the butterfly bandages, but before applying them, you unconsciously brought your hand up to cup his right cheek—just to steady yourself.

Dean froze. Then leaned into the touch.

His eyes fluttered shut, and his stubbled cheek pressed gently into your palm like it was instinct. No tension, no pretence. Just stillness. Surrender.

You stopped.

There was something about seeing Dean Winchester—hunter, warrior, protector—seek out comfort so quietly that made your heart ache. It was the kind of vulnerability he didn’t even realize he was showing.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, slow and deliberate, feeling the warmth of his skin, the scrape of his stubble, the edge of the man underneath all that armour.

He opened his eyes again, heavy-lidded, soft in a way that made your chest tighten.

Then the awareness crept back in. The sharpness. His eyes widened slightly, like he’d only just realized what he’d done. That he’d let the mask slip.

You smiled. Gentle. Reassuring. Telling him without words: You’re safe here. It’s okay to rest.

With careful hands, you applied the suture strips to his forehead. You noticed the shift in his body—the way he subtly pulled back into himself, like he needed to reassemble the walls you’d managed to sneak past.

You let him.

A quick scan told you everything else would heal on its own. Bruises, shallow cuts—just time and rest.

You packed up the kit, rinsed out the bowl, and turned back to him.

“All good,” you said quietly, brushing your hands off on your jeans.

You paused. And then, before walking away, you bent down and pressed a soft kiss to the bandaged wound on his forehead.

It was feather-light. A whisper of affection against skin that had seen too much pain.

Dean didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just sat there, eyes closed again—like maybe this time, he let himself feel it.

[fayelero]

ⓘ 02. DRUGS !

⤷ FIC ﹫ suna rintarou x fem!reader ﹫ fluff ﹫ addict au!

⚠︎ suggestive, mention of sex, fluff, insults, drug use, coke, addict reader and suna, make out session .ᐟ.ᐟ

Suna exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching it swirl against the dim light of your apartment. His body aches from practice, his muscles tight from drills and spikes that left his arms stinging. He’s exhausted, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and all he wants to do is collapse onto the couch, preferably with you sprawled across him, sharing the slow burn of a cigarette between your fingers.

But the second he opens the door, he knows you’re gone.

Not gone as in missing—no, you’re very much here. Splayed on the couch like a siren who’s forgotten how gravity works, your half-lidded eyes tracing invisible patterns on the ceiling, a dreamy haze painted across your pretty face. The dim neon glow from the shitty LED lights you insisted on putting up makes your skin glow, painting you in deep purples and blues, like something out of a fever dream.

Suna smirks, kicking off his shoes lazily, tossing his duffel bag somewhere by the door. He doesn’t need to ask to know. You’re high.

And not just a little high. No, you’re lost in the cosmos, floating somewhere between existential enlightenment and pure nonsense.

He steps closer, and the smell of weed clings to the air, mixed with the faint traces of the incense you probably lit in some artistic attempt to “cleanse the room’s aura” or whatever bullshit you had rambled about last time.

“You look fucked up,” Suna mutters, his voice hoarse from practice, laced with amusement as he leans against the arm of the couch, looming over you.

You tilt your head, slow and deliberate, eyes glassy but locked onto his with an intensity that makes him pause. And then, with the utmost seriousness, you say—

“Time isn’t real.”

Suna blinks.

You nod, as if confirming it to yourself. “I’ve been thinking, Rin. Like, really thinking.”

“Oh yeah?” He humors you, one brow lifting as he crouches down to your level. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, shaking one loose. “Enlighten me, Socrates.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows, movements languid, sultry even, though you’re probably not even aware of it. Your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them before you whisper—

“The government made up time so we’d be forced to participate in capitalism.”

Suna stares at you for a second before a low chuckle rumbles from his throat, shaking his head as he flicks open his lighter. The flame casts warm shadows across his sharp jawline, illuminating his smirk.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“I’m fucking right.” You sit up fully now, legs crossed underneath you, the oversized shirt you’re wearing—probably his—slipping off one shoulder. “Think about it. Who decided there are twenty-four hours in a day? Who said a minute has sixty seconds? Why is February shorter than all the other months?”

Suna exhales, smoke curling from his lips. “Because that’s just how it is?”

“But who decided that?!” You grab his wrist suddenly, fingers warm against his skin, your pupils blown wide. “Who gave them the right?!”

He snorts, pressing the cigarette to his lips before offering it to you. You take it, inhaling deeply before exhaling in a slow, sultry motion, like you’re in some old noir film. Suna watches you, amused, eyes flicking over your features—the lazy curve of your lips, the way you hold the cigarette between two delicate fingers like you were born with nicotine in your veins.

“The moon’s fake, too.” You add suddenly, voice softer now, almost conspiratorial. “It’s just a lightbulb in the sky, Rin. A giant, space lightbulb.”

Suna leans in, resting his forearm on the back of the couch beside you, his face inches from yours. “So, what? You think NASA’s just been lying to us this whole time?”

“NASA is a front.” You whisper, eyes locked onto his. “For what? I haven’t figured that part out yet, but I will.”

Suna hums, taking another slow drag, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. “You ever consider that maybe you’re just high as shit?”

You exhale, a lazy smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe. But maybe that’s exactly what they want me to think.”

That’s it. Suna loses it, laughter spilling past his lips, deep and husky, his body shaking slightly from the force of it. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he exhales against you.

“God, you’re so fucking stupid.” His words are muffled, but you can hear the fondness beneath them.

You hum in satisfaction, tilting your head slightly as his lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your jaw. “You love it.”

“Mm,” he agrees, pressing a lazy kiss there, cigarette still dangling between his fingers. “Yeah. I kinda do.”

And maybe you are ridiculously high. Maybe your entire body is humming with the aftereffects of whatever strain you decided to indulge in today. Maybe your limbs feel like jelly and your thoughts are one long, nonsensical conspiracy theory.

But Suna’s here. His warmth is real. The rough drag of his fingers along your thigh is real. The amused glint in his half-lidded eyes, the way he smirks against your skin, the sound of his low, raspy chuckle—real.

And in this moment, the only thing that matters is that he’s here, laughing at your bullshit, touching you like he’s memorizing every inch of your existence.

“…Hey, Rin?” You murmur after a moment.

“Hm?”

“What if, like…we’re just in a simulation?”

Suna groans, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I’m taking your weed away.”

You gasp, clutching his shirt dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He smirks, tilting your chin up with two fingers, his gaze dark and teasing. “I’ll think about it. Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

And, well—who are you to argue with that?

The moment Suna pulls away, lips still ghosting over yours, you can see it in his eyes—he’s considering it. The exhaustion from training is still there, tucked beneath the sharp gleam of amusement, but something else is creeping in now. Something dark. Something hungry.

You tilt your head, watching as he licks his lips, dragging a hand down his face. His fingers are twitching, restless. You know that feeling. That itch. The way the world slows down and speeds up all at once, how your heart pounds against your ribs like it’s begging to escape.

“You wanna go again?” Your voice is sultry, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. A challenge.

Suna exhales through his nose, smirking slightly as he rolls his neck, the tension in his shoulders momentarily forgotten. He leans forward, forearm pressing against the back of the couch, pinning you in place.

“You trying to kill me, baby?” His voice is low, raspy, dripping with something that makes heat pool in your stomach.

You reach between the couch cushions, fingers finding the small baggie tucked away for moments exactly like this. With a slow, deliberate movement, you hold it up between two fingers, watching the way his gaze darkens.

“Not my fault you have no self-control.”

Suna huffs out a laugh, but it’s breathless. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes flicking between yours and the powder in your hands. There’s hesitation for all of two seconds before he snatches it from you, the plastic crinkling between his fingers.

“Last one for the night.” He says it like a warning, but you both know it’s a lie.

You watch as he taps some of the powder onto the back of his hand, rolling up a stray receipt from his duffel bag. The routine is second nature by now. It should be pathetic, but instead, it’s intoxicating. The way he leans forward, the slow inhale, the way his head tips back slightly as the burn hits.

He groans, low in his throat, blinking hard as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Fuck.”

Your turn.

Suna watches as you take your dose, eyes half-lidded, jaw tightening slightly. You feel it instantly—the rush, the static humming in your veins, the way your heart picks up like a drumline inside your chest. Everything is sharper, brighter. Your skin feels electric.

And then his hands are on you.

It’s immediate, like flipping a switch. The second the high settles into your bones, Suna is moving—gripping your thighs, dragging you into his lap with a desperation that makes your breath hitch. His lips crash against yours, hot and feverish, teeth clashing slightly as his fingers dig into your skin.

You taste the coke on his tongue, bitter and numbing, but you don’t care.

Your fingers tangle in his sweat-damp hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan into your mouth. He smells like cigarettes, like sweat, like him, and it’s dizzying. Your bodies move in sync, messy and uncoordinated, chasing friction like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

Suna’s hands slide up beneath your oversized shirt, fingers splaying across your waist before slipping higher, brushing against your ribs. His touch is rough, desperate, fueled by adrenaline and coke and you.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he mutters against your lips, voice wrecked. “All messy.”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Not when his lips are trailing down your neck, tongue flicking against your pulse point, teeth scraping just enough to send shivers down your spine. Your nails dig into his shoulders, grounding yourself against the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume you whole.

His fingers hook into your waistband, tugging you closer, making you grind against him in a way that has you both gasping.

“Fuck, baby.” His breath is hot against your throat, his grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“I want you so bad,” you whisper, and it’s true. The drugs make everything more. Every touch, every breath, every flicker of movement—it’s all amplified, sending your nerves into overdrive.

Suna tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. His pupils are blown wide, jaw clenched, breathing uneven.

“Then take me.”

[oikasugayama]

hi !! u said u want smut requests so does nsfw alphabets with akutagawa count? 😭😭 feel free to ignore this and have a good day <333

Thanks for your patience, anon!! Here's 3k words (MDNI)

Akutagawa NSFW alphabet <3

Aftercare is something Akutagawa is surprisingly good at. Maybe it’s because he understands how vulnerable you have to be to get intimate with a partner; he isn’t letting someone inside of his body, but his own history of trauma has led to him feeling extremely uncomfortable without his clothes which hold the key to his ability. Because of this, he feels a deep need to be kind to his partner after sex. After a moment of calm in which both of you catch your breath, Akutagawa gets out of bed and starts filling the tub for a bath. He comes back with a soft, damp rag to wipe any sweat or cum off of his partner, then he leads you to the bath which the two of you share. He washes your hair, cleanses your skin, gives you loving kisses and so on. He likely also mutters soft “thank you”s into your hair and skin, as he's very appreciative that you'd let him play with your body.

Akutagawa’s favorite body part is your mouth, or more specifically your tongue. Before you got together he would catch himself staring at your mouth, wondering how soft your lips were and how they'd feel against his. When he finally got to find out, he became addicted to kissing you, and that only intensified when you started kissing with tongue. It's the softness for him, the special type of unfamiliar cushy soft spongy feeling. He's obsessed with it. He wants his mouth on yours all the time. He also likes your mouth on his body, kissing all across his skin and leaving little damp spots where you lick him. The first time your mouth touches his penis he almost blacks out. His hands aren't rough, but they're nowhere near as soft as the perfect velvet of the inside of your mouth. He would die a thousand deaths for that soft, warm feeling.

He’s not a cum eater, and he doesn’t expect his partner to be either, but when your mouth refuses to unlatch when he warns you of his approaching climax, he feels like his face is burning from the blush that overcomes him. He feels like it’s dirty-- it’s not, he knows that logically because he’s researched it, but he feels shameful still from his own insecurity. He thinks it’s hot at the same time. He can’t believe you want him so badly that you say you want “every last drop” of him, whether it’s in your mouth or in your cunt. He’s yet to cum inside without a condom, being overly careful that you avoid pregnancy, but one day he’ll let you have it. One day when things are safer.

Dirty talk isn’t exactly his forte. He can surprise you and occasionally drop some pussy-tingling one-liners (which he copies from things he’s heard his coworkers say when their conversations get raunchy, or things he’s read in books when he’s delved into modern romance at your behest). He can degrade you if you’d like, call you a greedy bitch when you ask him for another orgasm, call you a cock slut and his dirty little whore when you bounce on his cock and play with your tits unashamedly right in front of him. That’s about the extent of what he can say in bed, though. He gets nervous. He’s not a man of many words.

He’s not very experienced at all when you get together. He had a crush as a young teen in the slums, but he was too focused on taking care of his sister and protecting both of them to really try to approach one of the girls in their pack. There was a girl a couple years older than him when he joined the PM--she worked more with Chuuya than Dazai, so he rarely saw her, but they did steal kisses occasionally when no one was around. She always made the first move and he did whatever she asked. They never got beyond feeling each other up through their clothes before she didn’t come back from a mission, and he vowed not to get attached to anyone again, until you came along and broke that vow.

His favorite position is lotus. He likes you sitting in his lap, he likes the feeling of your legs locked around him. He likes being able to run his cold hands all over your warm skin and kiss you and hold you while you do most of the work bouncing and grinding on his dick. With his lungs being as frail as they are, he can’t get his heart rate up by doing a lot of moving, which you’re fine with accommodating. Though, when he does desperately want to take control, he loves bending you over a piece of furniture and fucking you from behind, especially when you start moving backwards to meet his thrusts (which you do half because it feels good and half because you want him to avoid a big coughing fit).

He will not be goofy at all in bed, and if you are he’ll give you a weird look. If he’s in a really good mood he may chuckle at whatever you said but he won’t respond. He takes sex fairly seriously; he’s focused on giving you pleasure to show his devotion to you, and his pleasure is a good consequence.

He won’t deny a hand-job, even if maybe you shouldn’t be giving him one in your current location. If you’re at dinner together, sitting beside one another, and you want to pleasure him so badly that you’re willing to reach under the table and pull him out of his pants, even though his coworkers are sitting around--oh it drives him crazy. He’s lucky to be stoic in those moments because even as you work him up and make him cum, his coworkers are none the wiser.

That being said, it should be obvious that he’s okay with fucking in inappropriate locations. It partially comes from being mafia-- most people know who he is just from looking at him. They wouldn’t dare mess with him or try to get him off of you, no matter how much you claw at him and scream his name. Absolutely anyone who walks into the alley (or the park. or on a boat. or in his office. or in someone else’s office. or in a PM car. or in the elevator.) he’s fucking you in can tell that you’re into it. 

He jerks off occasionally before you’re together, but his sex drive isn’t very high. After you’ve gotten together, he becomes addicted to you and any time he wants release, he tries to get to you before resorting to his own hand. If you’re unavailable for whatever reason, he’s not opposed to going back to rutting against a pillow or lotioning up his hand, but it makes him grumpy because what he really wants is your pussy and nothing feels the fucking same anymore.

He doesn’t think he has any kinks, until the first time you touch him under the table with his coworkers, and then he realizes very quickly that he likes the idea of being caught. He loves the idea of people seeing him fucking you and thinking “oh, she belongs to him.” That’s what he wants whenever he takes you in the bushes or fucks you on the floor of a boat drifting barely a few hundred feet out from the port. He wants someone to see that you belong to him. (In a few years he’ll realize he has a breeding kink, too. It’s an extension of claiming you and everyone being able to see it. If he were a social media girly he’d be so tempted to post videos of his cum gushing out of your pussy bc GRRRRRR THIS IS HIS, BEHOLD!!! AKUTAGAWA’S PROPERTY!!!!)

He loooooves you. He’s smitten. He’s the definition of “you fell first, but he fell harder.” He LOOOOOOOVES you. Sometimes he looks at you and suddenly his face flushes red and his eyes widen and his heart rate picks up because his whole system is just overwhelmed with “oh my god!! Her!!” He always comes up to you and hugs you from behind or puts his hands on your waist or pulls you in to a kiss, completely ignoring whatever you were doing before, and he just holds you and touches you and almost always tries to get you into bed when he gets these love surges. The sex that comes after these love surges always involves him eating you out like pussy is his favorite meal, and then letting you ride him or do lotus position so he can hold you.

Haven’t we covered his motivation already? You, you, you, you, you. He wants to pleasure you. He wants to show you how much he loves you. He wants you to know how important you are to him. Yeah, he also likes the feeling of getting his rocks off. It’s a nice climax to his love surges. His secondary motivation would probably just be closeness and feeling like a normal person. For once in his life he feels normal. He’s just a guy with his girlfriend in his apartment and they have sex and make love and say sweet nothings to each other and he doesn’t have to think about any of the horrible things he’s done or seen or experienced in that time you spend together.

There are things he would definitely say NO to. He wouldn’t agree to adding another person into the mix. He wouldn’t let you get fucked by someone else, nor would he be comfortable fucking someone else for you to see. He doesn’t want to hit you, or be hit. No knives, no guns, no weapons, unless you count a rather tame leather fringe whip that you have, that’s fine. He’ll try any position, any location. He’d be more than fine with posting pictures or videos online in certain spaces. Rashomon is perfectly suited for bondage. But he will. not. let. you. call. him. daddy. He frowns. He stops. He pulls away. He asks if you’re okay and what your father did to you. It’s not a fun ending, so you don’t even try calling him that anymore.

Oral… He’s a pussy eating CHAMP! #1 Pussy Eater! When your relationship started turning sexual, Akutagawa took a large leap of faith and asked Tachihara for advice on how to pleasure a woman. Tachihara excitedly, and insistently, sent Akutagawa a video all about how to eat pussy and make a woman cum, and this led to Akutagawa watching several other educational videos, and ohohohohoh he is great at retaining information, and he’s even better at applying what he learned. It takes quite a while for him to admit that he learned it from videos--you laugh really hard when he does tell you, and you giggle and coo and comfort him when he thinks you’re laughing at him.

He prefers a slower pace, partially to prevent his coughing fits, mostly because he likes sex to be sensual. He allows you to change pace whenever you’d like, of course, and he honestly likes when you want him to go faster, go harder. You’re usually just as conscious of his coughing as he is, but sometimes you just hand him his inhaler when he’s balls deep and tell him to buckle up, buttercup, because if he doesn’t rearrange your guts you’re going to start clawing at the walls.

He’s fond of quickies. He doesn’t see the point in holding off orgasms. If you rush into his office and say you’ve got 15 minutes before a meeting and you really want his cock in your mouth, who’s he to say no? Similarly, if he’s missing you or struck with random horniness and he comes home for a lunch break and wants to fuck you wherever he finds you, how is that ever a bad thing? 

We know he likes some risks, but not others. Public sex? Yes. Potential pregnancy? No (for now). Accidentally leaking pics or videos of you having sex with him? Yes (might not even be accidental). Weapons or dangerous items in the bedroom? No. 

He doesn’t have a lot of stamina. He never has because he grew up in the slums, very ill, only running when he had to flee, trying to conserve energy and stay put when he didn’t have to go anywhere. Now as an adult he uses Rashomon for all his fighting. He doesn’t train. He doesn’t work out. So yeah, he’s not exactly the most fit, and he doesn’t have a ton of stamina. He can do multiple short rounds in a day if he’s extra excited, but usually you’ll get a nice hour (at most) with him in the evenings before his lungs and his dick tap out for the night. 

He has an ever-expanding list of turn-ons. He gets hot and bothered when you wear short dresses and skirts, or tops that show cleavage, or bottoms that hug your butt and thighs really well. He likes when you wear your hair in a messy ponytail with little bits framing your face and lots of blushy and glowy makeup. He likes when you absentmindedly touch him when you’re near him-- sliding your hand across his back, twirling his long hair around your fingers, patting his leg when you sit next to one another. It’s not hard to turn him on.

He’s not very unfair in bed. As stated before, he doesn’t see the point in denying orgasms or withholding pleasure. He may do it occasionally. If you ask him to go multiple rounds and keep pleasuring you, he will, he’ll just leave himself out of it. He’ll eat you out and eat and lick and suckle and finger and lick until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost count and you can’t form coherent sentences. That’s not really being unfair, since he’s giving you what you want ;)

He always encourages your volume to be high, though his typically remains low. He grunts and moans against your ear or your neck or your mouth more so than out loud. He isn’t trying to wake the neighbors by any means. It’s not that he doesn’t feel things strongly, it’s just that his voice doesn’t feel as connected to the situation as yours must. You can get loud and he likes making you that way. He hasn’t gotten a noise complaint yet, but he almost wants one just so he can look someone in the eye while they admit they heard him fucking you--AHA THEY KNOW YOU’RE HIS.

This post is my slow descent into fucking madness. For wild card I’m talking more about Akutagawa’s possessiveness and that breeding kink. Once his relationship is super serious and he realizes he wants to be with you for as long as possible, he considers leaving the mafia. When he considers leaving the mafia and finding another place for you two to leave peacefully, he also considers that you could have a nice, normal family… a family… little babies… you getting pregnant… him getting you pregnant… him cumming in you with no condom and pushing that cum back inside and holding your hips up in the air and looking at your pretty pussy while making sure all his cum seeps into your uterus to hopefully find an egg… he’s so hard right now. He’s bricked up. Even the technical scientific side of it turns him on because that’s his sperm and your egg and a part of him is going to be implanted in a part of you and then it’s going to attach to the uterine lining and it’s going to grow and become a baby and and and and an

He has a whole x-rated photo album in his phone. When it gets so full and when he misses you, he starts looking back at his favorites to get himself off. He’ll casually turn his phone to you sometimes and show a picture of you sitting on his lap, head thrown back, tits near his face, and his phone is in his hand behind your back catching a mirror pic of you two fucking. You didn’t even know he was taking it!! He just wanted to capture the moment okay… and he has a lot more of them, ranging from that one which was kind of sweet all the way to cum splashed on your face, your tits in his mouth, his balls pressed up against your pussy while your hand is playing with his dick. Some truly x-rated shit, and he’s so proud of it.

Oh boy does he yearn. When you’re separated for a long time (read: two days when he goes on a weekend trip) he sits around and huffs and puffs and is grumpy because he misses you. He literally calls you the second he’s free every day, and in the shower he looks at his special pictures of you, but he’s still so sad, so lonely. He misses his sweet girl. The lack of sex doesn’t bother him nearly as much as the lack of you in bed next to him does when one of you spends the night away from the other.

ZzZzZz… that’s the sound of Akutagawa breathing and just barely snoring in your ear after you’ve settled in for bed. He always makes you have a quick shower with him after having sex at home, whether in the morning or night, just to stay clean while also having an opportunity to throw the sheets in the wash. Once you’ve both settled back into bed with some fresh new sheets, he pulls you close to him, keeps one arm wrapped around you at all times despite how you both wriggle around to get comfortable, and eventually he falls asleep with you playing with his hair, his head near your shoulder, breath softly hitting your skin. 

[xxsp3llb0undxx]

Ticking Time Bomb 1/?

Sweet Home Mini Series [1.37K Words]

Disclaimer: Please do not repost my work to other sites or claim as your own, this is purely written from my imagination and from the help of the series. All rights of the main storyline goes to the writers and producers of Sweet Home.

Summary: The world has been overrun by monsters due to our own selfish desires. Pride. Greed. Wrath. Envy. Lust. Gluttony. Sloth.

WARNINGS: SWEET HOME AU // GORE // BLOOD // HORROR THEMES // APOCALYPTIC // HEARTBREAK // MONSTERS // MENTIONS OF DEATH // MENTIONS OF SUICIDE // MENTIONS OF SELF HARM // USE OF Y/N // SHE/HER PRONOUNS // FEMALE READER // UNEDITED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

It had started with a simple nose bleed. Blood cascading down the lower half of her face, caking her skin in a thick crimson layer. No amount of tissue could plug the stream gushing out of her nose, it was never ending.

Soon came the voices and hallucinations. It was different from the usual times she would hear herself talk, this time it sounded disparate - distorted in a sense. Degrading and belittling her, telling her to give in to her sins and to let it cleanse her of all the negative thoughts and feelings swimming in the deep, dark pit of her chest.

Then there was quiet. Peace. Not a single breath could be heard. But it seemed a switch had been flipped, the painful screams ripping from her throat as a burning sensation overcame her body. It was like her body was set alight, fire coursing just below her skin and deep within her bones. It was like no other feeling she had ever experienced.

Soon followed darkness. Just an empty void. Her consciousness was locked away deep inside her mind, like her brain had put her on pause until further notice. Floating weightlessly within the depths of her mind, free from the thoughts and torment her own subconscious inflicted upon her.

Y/n shot up with a gasp, her skin was clammy with cold sweat. Her clothes clinging to her body as she pushed the damp locks away from her face. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. Or so she kept telling herself. Her eyes were still clouded with sleep, blinking a few times as they slowly focused. The young girl looked around, breathing a sigh of relief once she took in the surroundings around her.

The day-care, on the ground level of Green Home, was packed tightly with the residents from the upper floors, all spread out on the floor sleeping somewhat peacefully. Y/n pushed herself up off the floor, carefully stepping over stretched out limbs as she trudged out of the room. The air was cold, something she wouldn't usually welcome but it was a big contrast to her burning skin. The young girl had sat on the floor of the lobby, staring out of the main doors enshrouded by the shutters as she took in the destruction outside the complex. Monsters roaming around carelessly, cars tipped over on their sides, buildings barely standing. It was the complete opposite of how the city looked a couple days ago.

Shuffling could be heard beside the girl, it was quiet but she still heard it. Y/n turned her head slowly to look at what, or who, was making the noise, only to see the brooding Pyeon Sang-Wook leaning against the wall beside her; a cigarette perched between his lips. Burn scars littered the side of his face, travelling down his neck tucking itself away into the collar of his leaf print shirt. No one knew much about Sang-Wook, he looked like a force to be reckoned with and that was enough for the other residents to steer clear of him, though not the younger Lee sibling. Eun-Yu could be seen trailing behind the man every chance she had, it was endearing in an odd sort of way.

Y/n turned back around, ignoring him like she did with everyone else. She was an antisocial little thing, keeping to herself even while the world ended in front of her very eyes. The only person she seemed to tolerate was Cha Hyun-Su and still, it was to a bare minimum. The pair never really talked, instead she would sit outside the door to the room he had been locked away in, staring at him like he was some kind of science experiment. She didn't care he was part monster, no, she was intrigued by it.

Sang-Wook eyed the young girl, deep brown irises taking in the side of her face that was on view for him to see. Deep purple bags kissing below her eyes, making them look sunken. Her skin looked pale, but maybe that was just down to being locked inside the complex with near to no sunlight. The older man was quiet, observing her like she was nothing he had ever seen before.

"Even if the world has ended, you could still have some manners and not stare." Y/n spoke up, her voice a little gravely. She didn't need to look at him to know the exact look on his face. Eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly, his jaw ticked faintly that even someone with 20/20 vision wouldn't be able to pick it up. Sang-Wook scoffed, taking a long drag of his cigarette though he didn't speak, he never did. It was something Y/n loathed. The young girl huffed, turning her whole body to face Sang-Wook as she stared up at him.

"The scars. How did you get them?" She spoke up once more, this was the first time she had spoken more than one sentence to anyone in Green Home. Her eye's were trained on the older man, almost taunting him as she leaned forward on her elbows. Sang-Wook still didn't answer, just looking at her with a blank expression. The pair were interrupted from their mini staring contest by Lee Eun-Hyuk, the appointed leader of Green Home.

His glasses sat snuggly on the bridge of his nose as he looked between the two with a knowing gaze, his honey brown eyes locking onto Y/n's face for a moment before he looked away. "Why are you awake?" And there it was, the tone of pure annoyance. Y/n looked up at Eun-Hyuk quizzically, her head tilted to the side as if she didn't know what he was talking about. Though she didn't utter a single word, opting for staying quiet as she turn back around to peer out between the shutters once more.

It had been approximately four days since the outbreak. The residents of Green Home all crowding around together in the lobby as Eun-Hyuk explained the buddy system to everyone, telling them they always had to have their counterpart with them at all times in case a monster somehow got into the building. Y/n had the unfortunate pleasure of being paired up with Eun-Hyuk himself, saying something along the lines of "I don't trust you can take care of yourself." Which had earned an irritated grumble from the girl, muttering insults under her breath as she slumped back against the steps leading up to the now blocked stairwell.

It wasn't that she hated Eun-Hyuk, she just didn't believe in his views or entirely like how he lead the group of survivors but like she could do any better. The young girl trailed behind Eun-Hyuk, her hands shoved into the pockets of the dirtied hoodie that barely fit her. She followed the older Lee sibling everywhere, from the security office all the way to the bathroom where she stood outside tapping her foot impatiently, and yet she still didn't talk. That was until she saw fit.

Everyone was chilling in the day-care, opening the packages they had gotten before the lockdown had happened. Chatting away about what they would do once everything was back to normal. Just outside the room though, Eun-Hyuk was talking with Hyun-Su, Sang-Wook and Yi-Kyeong about going down into the garage to see if there was a way out. Y/n was leaning against one of the walls, listening in on the conversation.

"I want to go. I know where they keep the keys to the cars down there." She spoke up, her voice just loud enough for the group to turn around and look at her in shock. "Not happening." Eun-Hyuk was the first to say anything, his eyebrows knitted together as he scowled at the girl. "If you're going down there then I have to too, buddy." Sarcasm laced her tone as she spoke, her eyes glaring at Eun-Hyuk slightly. And just like that, she had been accepted as part of their little group of monster hunters.

[of-buzzing-melodies]

tw // religious themes, surgery, descriptions of gore, auto-cannibalism

How long did it take to build up the nerve?

Administering the anesthetic was the easy part, tying up a tourniquet as the limb numbs. Too much time spent staring down at it, studying for the best cut.

By all means, it should not have been able to carry him as long as it had, with as deep into the muscle as the rot had gotten. Blackened and purple veins stretch the length of the leg from the calf. The muscle itself has been eaten away at, any attempt at movement a pain. Sure, there were bad days with it before, but this is unlike anything else, though it is all the same - a punishment, a reminder he has not been enough for his Beloved.

Penance will cleanse this. Some prayers and a communion. A feeding has always gotten him back in its good graces after all.

Does he go for the most rotten of it, take as much as he can handle, and risk its presence being lessened in the place it has always been nestled? Or should he leave the majority of it -

The answer is already clear. There's no question about it.

As he drags the scalpel across his skin, he wishes it were someone else operating. Some company. Someone who would cut it out, scoop the flesh into his mouth, tenderly wrap it all up. Someone he could adore the stains of red on their skin, on their face as they licked their fingers clean.

Not anyone, no. Her. She whose bones sit beside him. Watching, judging.

Heavens, now is not the time.

He focuses on the oozing of blood, righting his mind with as precise of cuts as he can manage. Is it fear or delight that makes his hand shake as it does? A grin or grimace that spreads across his face as the sickly-sweet scent of rot hits his nose?

Clive pulls the flesh free, and does not hesitate to put it in his mouth. It tastes wretched, but he knows it will be well worth the trial. His body is wracked with a gag, as if it does not know what divinity lays on its tongue. There will be some sweetness, he is certain.

So, he chews and chews and chews the mush meat. The little ones would consider this as much of a feast. So too should he. They have shared many a corpse in the past, what difference is this? Leg has never been a bad cut before.

The body fights the swallow, but the mind is positively abuzz with euphoria and blood loss. He will be smiled upon. He will be feasted upon, and it is all he can do to pray for it.

He packs the wound, wraps it.

If this time is not enough, he knows he can try again.

and again.

and again.

Until he is enough.

[candyswirls]

Return of the Phoenician Part 4

Previous - Next - Master Post

Summary: Fulgrim lands on a planet to meet up with his old legion, but something is wrong. With him.

The cargo ship rumbled quietly as it descended. It was unassuming stealth as it landed in the jungle foliage below.

The young clone took deep breaths, holding Chemy. His massaged a knee. His legs had felt stiff as of late.

He set the scarab down and waited in anticipation as the door opened. Warm humid air rushed in, mixing with the stale recycled air of the ship.

The primarch gingerly stepped out, weary of the golden armor he bore. It had the emblems of his father upon it, and his traitorous legion might attack first, ask questions later.

Surely they would recognize him and follow?

He paused as he heard tiny clicks following after him. He turned around and saw Chemy following.

"No," the primarch ordered. "Stay."

The scarab paused, then continued down the ramp.

"Chemy, turn around," he said sternly.

Chemy persisted, not hearing or not understanding.

Fulgrim scooped it up and placed it back in the ship. It immediately began crawling after him.

He rushed out and closed the door. As he went around the ship, he heard it open.

He dashed around to see Chemy, crawling down the ramp. He sighed and grabbed the scarab again.

"You can't come," he insisted.

He felt bad, but he stuck Chemy under the bed upside down. The scarab rocked and flailed its legs. It would be stuck there for a while.

He hurried out.

Rain began to pour and had already soaked his hair. He had to commend the build of custodian armor. It didn’t allow a single drop to get past his collar. It would be wise to wear his helmet, but if his sons were really here, they would need to see his face.

Gently, he stepped through the mud and leaves, listening for any movement.

He paused for a moment and found himself in an area with no canopy above him. He stared up into dark clouds. Droplets splashing against his face and cascading down unblemished skin. He may have the memories and body build of an immortal demigod... but he was merely a child. He was young. There were many things he could recall he hadn't experienced. Such as standing in the rain on some random planet in an unknown solar system.

He couldn't explain it but he liked the feeling. Being cleansed by nature.

He wasn't an untouched canvas. He was a sketch of a masterpiece that had been painted over white. Still. He had a fresh start. This was his experience. His life.

He didn't know what he was doing. The feeling was almost crippling.

He heard the cracking of twigs and leaves and drew Excalibur.

White armor burst out from bushes and rolled down next to him. A bolter was held up at the primarch.

The astartes breathed heavily and frowned, "A custodes?"

The marine's armor had purple and gold accents. The symbol on the pauldron was of a wing and helmet. Broken candles were on his power pack.

"Are you okay?" The Clone asked, reaching out as he saw blood dripping from the other's head.

The astartes flinched, "What is one of the ten thousand doing here?"

It was now or never.

"I am a primarch," He said. "Reborn and ever true to the emperor. I am fulgrim. I found a signal of my old legion and have come to recruit them back to the imperium."

The astartes kept his bolter up, "What you speak of is madness and heresy. You do not sound so sure of yourself. I don't believe you."

Fulgrim sighed, "I'm an uncorrupted clone. Deemed a failure by my creators and sent away. I refuse to be like the original. I am working through the knowledge that I am not the original. I mean you no harm. Who are you?"

The marine stared down the primarch and finally lowered the weapon.

He let out a sigh of exhaustion, "I have no choice but to trust you. I am dead either way. I am sergeant Thaedeus of the Sons of the Phoenix. Successor chapter of the Imperial Fists... actually... that is a complicated story."

The Clone looked at the white hair. Not frosty like Dorn's. Platinum and metallic, like his. He didn't have time for that.

"Where is the rest of your squad?"

Thaedeus breathed heavily, "Captured. The trai- I mean -"

Fulgrim put up his hands, "You can call them traitors. They... are."

He nodded, "The traitors are holding them in a shallow bunker, trying to lure in more of us. We've been tortured, and many of us killed. I managed to escape to find a way to send for help. But I fear I am being hunted in reality. They gave me back my armor."

"I will free them," Fulgrim promised.

"How?"

"I am a primarch. They will recognize me and that I have the aura of one. Some have followed me before. They will listen."

Thaddeus leaned against a tree, "I pray to the God-Emperor that you are truthful. You are our only hope right now."

"What's your only hope?" Cackled a voice.

Both turned to see a legionaire in pink armor move out from the undergrowth. Horns growing out of a warped head. A bolter was trained on the Son of the Phoenix as the Emperor's Child grinned fiendishly. His eyes landed on the clone, and his smile dropped.

"My-my Primarch," he gaped. "You are here... in your original form."

Fulgrim smiled, "Hello. Tell me your name."

The astartes paid no mind to the loyalist as he surged forward and took one of the primarch's hands.

He knelt and kissed it.

"Praise be to the dark prince! It is me, Bors!"

"Will you follow me?" Fulgrim asked.

"Anywhere," He swore.

"Good. We need to free the imprisoned astartes that are the brothers of this one here."

Bors nodded, not doubting his liege for a moment.

Thaedeus gaped, shocked at how quickly one of his captors was willing to help.

"You-you-you-you stupid bastard!" He yelled at Bors. "You've held and tortured us for weeks! Slowly killing us off one by one! Then your primarch shows up, and you completely switch your perogative?!"

"Yes," Bors answered immediately. "You would too."

The Son of the Phoenix opened and closed his mouth before deciding not to push further.

Something about his facial expression reminded Fulgrim of a pouting puppy.

"This way, my liege," Bors bowed and motioned the way he came.

Fulgrim intook a deep breath and followed him. Thaedeus trailed behind.

***

He was both impressed and bewildered at the distance Thaedeus had run. He must have been desperate. Bors had rode a cycle out to catch up to him.

It was hours before they reached the encampment and bunker the Son of the Phoenix had spoken of. The astartes was weary. His time imprisoned had weakened him, and a limp had grown apparent. Fulgrim took to supporting them as they entered.

An Emperor's Child jeered as they approached, "You caught the little morsel, and it looks like you also got - My Lord!"

Several others craned to see what their brother was speaking of as he dropped to his knees.

Fulgrim stepped out of the foliage. The encampment grew silent as they froze or also took a knee.

"My primarch..."

One astartes managed to move forward, "You... you are here, but... you are different?"

The Clone took a deep breath, "I am an uncorrupted clone of the Primarch Fulgrim. I am Fulgrim but not fallen, created by Fabius Bile. I found your signal and came to recruit you back to the imperium. I came to get you. Will you follow me?"

A legionaire with a conelike head jumped up and popped one foot in the air as he clasped his face. He giggled gleefully, "Yyyyyeeeeesss!!"

He practically skipped over to the primarch, others following.

Some nodded their heads, and others declared their loyalty. A few crawled forward on their knees, crying and begging for forgiveness.

Thaedeus gaped at the scene.

"You dare follow a knockoff?" Scoffed a voice.

His hearts sank.

A captain stood off to the side, arms folded.

Conehead immediately jumped to defend, "You dare speak blasphemy of our lord when he is returned to us?"

"He admitted he's not our Primarch," growled the captain. "Just one of the mad doctors experiments."

He glared at Fulgrim. The look was hurtful.

"I still have most of the memories, and I have the aura of a primarch," the primarch spoke with a warning. He hoped none of his anxiety came through.

Another added, "We will find the original. With the song of Slaanesh-"

Through a speaker on his face, a third snapped, "But he's here! Without that stupid song!"

Tension crackled.

The previous hissed, "Dysseus, you dare doubt the dark prince?"

"We have a chance for something better," added Bors. "A chance to return... home."

The captain interrupted, "You will never be beautiful again! Do you think the imperium would accept your sorry face?? After everything?"

He couldn't allow this to press further. He could see the words hurt some of them. Others were weary with their decision. Thaedeus was digging his fingers into his arm out of fear.

"Enough," Fulgrim Barked. "I will not have this. The imperium will accept you. Because I accept you. We can go. Let the Sons of the Phoenix go, and we can travel together."

The captain stared a moment and then walked forward. A path parted for him.

He stared up at Fulgrim. The Phoenician reached out a hand in solace.

The captain pointed his flamer at the Primarch, "I doubt it."

Fulgrim gritted his teeth. Those who had not immediately come over drew their weapons as well.

"What are you doing?!" Another legionaire demanded.

"Shut up," the captain hissed. "You think you're so grand? Waltzing in here like you own us?"

"I don't -" He tried to protest.

The captain wouldn't let him speak, "I am Captain Antioch, and I am in charge here. I follow Slaanesh, not you! You are not our primarch, and you will be staying. I'm certain you'll fetch a fine price."

"Fine," the primarch sighed.

"My lord!" Bors protested.

Antioch nodded, "Good, now -"

In a singular movement, Fulgrim swung Excalibur forward and sliced through the fuel line. Then he held the blade to Antioch's neck.

"You are foolish to assume that I do not have the skills my predecessor has," He growled.

Antioch stared up in defiance and shock. Those who stood with him froze, moving their weapons back and forth, unsure of how to proceed.

Electricity ran up his arm. By the throne... no... his hand tensed, and the sword slowly fell from his grip. His body wouldn't listen to him. His legs gave out, and he was on the ground.

Antioch growled as he grabbed his combat knife. Those with him were about to leap in front of him.

A shot rang out, barely audible.

Antioch flinched, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He flopped forward, drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. A metal bullet with feathers stuck out of the back of his neck.

"Oh, damn," said Conehead.

Terminator armor moved out into the open with a long and thin bolter that smoked at the end.

He had milky white eyes and almost grayish skin. What little hair he had left with thin and wispy. It flitted through the air as he moved. Scars like lighting covered his skin.

Fulgrim recognized him instantly.

"Hebe."

Hebe responded with a raspy voice, "I haven't been called that in a long time. It is good to see you, Lord Fulgrim."

Antioch grunted and struggled to move. His eyes bulged, and he was beginning to resemble Magnus in skin color.

"What did you do to him?" The clone questioned.

"Tranquilizer," he answered.

Hebe glanced around, "I suggest you all move quickly before he becomes coherent."

"What madness is this?" Demanded another brother, weapon still drawn.

Hebe walked right up to him and snatched away the bolter. He trembled.

"You're an idiot," He said.

"What?"

Hebe turned around to another, "Our primarch. The original. He never wanted us. He was a miserable wretch who thought perfection would be the key to happiness. He fell to a damned possessed blade. He doesn't want us or want us to find him. He only shows up if he needs us to do his dirty work. Get it through your thick heads! Our primarch hates us! You're just in denial. We have just been given the miracle of a lifetime. Go release the prisoners and bring them aboard the ship. Be prepared to leave in half an hour. Now!"

He couldn't explain it, but Fulgrim felt his hearts breaking. Especially as he saw those who had pledged themselves to him hurry to follow the orders.

Hold it together. Hold it together. Stop being a failure! Come on! You haven't done anything wrong? What did I do wrong? What did I do?

Breathe. Focus. Analyze the situation. He still couldn't get up. His legs were locked.

"My liege?" Bors questioned. "Are you alright."

He managed to mumbled out, "What have I done wrong?"

He wanted to swear. Emotion had come through.

Hebe sighed and approached.

"Antioch is just angry," he said. "He will relax with time. We have enough room for you and the Sons of the Phoenix. An apothecary will check you. While you rest up, we will take care of everything. Some will need to warm up a bit to you. You'll be well taken care of."

He could feel his throat tighten. HE was the primarch. HE should be leading.

Yet he didn't protest.

"I have a cargo ship I was using," he said quietly.

"We'll send someone to fetch it," Hebe assured.

"There's a scarab on there," he added. "His name is Chemy. Don't harm him."

"Of course. My lord?"

"Yes?"

"Can you look at me?"

He blinked, realizing he'd been staring at the ground. He finally met Hebe's gaze.

The terminator sighed, "You are merely just a child. Solace, escort him to the Thunderbird. Assist as needed."

Conehead, who was Solace, nodded.

Fulgrim found himself sitting on the floor of a small ship. He stared forward. His sword had been given back to him. He was loaded up with Thaedeus' brothers. While they reunited and were told everything, he blocked them out.

Dysseus knelt before the primarch.

"Fulgrim?" He asked cautiously. "Are you alright? What happened?"

His lip trembled, and tears welled. All the attention was drawn to him. He'd accomplished what he wanted. He freed Thaedeus and his brothers. The Emperor's Children were on his side. Why did he feel this way? What did he do wrong? Why wasn't his body listening to him?

No, he had failed. Something was wrong, and he had failed. He'd just been taken prisoner, essentially. The way Hebe had talked to him.

He didn't understand it. Just like when Teacher gave him away.

"What did I do wrong?" He choked. "What did I do wrong?"

He broke into sobs on Dysseus chest, the astartes arms wrapped around him.

"It's alright. It is noble to cry. Let your emotions run free."

"WHAT THE-" Yelled someone from outside.

He looked outside to see his ship slowly and shakily approaching. It wobbled side to side.

"That your ship?" Solace asked while pointing.

Fulgrim nodded, unsure how to react.

It landed with the bay doors facing them. After a few moments of powering down, the doors opened, and Chemy came crawling down the ramp. He was on a mission.

Fulgrim covered his mouth as laughing mixed with more tears. He reached out to pick up the scarab and held him to his chest.

Previous - Next - Master Post

[elkmoon21]

Karma

The last time I faced death….was the faces of the RDA soldiers. Ordered by Quaritch to execute me with no compassion. Or immunity. Just like Jake. Abandoned me like I was nothing to them. I am either a son or a creature who did not fit in two worlds….or is it? 

At the edge of Tau’nui’s island, he stares at the sea, admiring the crystalized water, like he was hypnotized, took a long deep breath without the exo-pack mask on his face, and inhales out as he smacks his lips. He begins to analyze what happened before. After my so-called death, I finally remembered my past. The fragmented memories I cherished were of life as Aesir god and an honorable member of the Metkayina clan. My parents. My siblings. My people. Ronal. Tonowari. Aonung. And Tsireya. 

Despite the memories he recalled, Spider carefully caressed his body as he examined skin color, heavy golden sun tattoos down his body, flicking his sharp pointed ears, touching his heavy-dread locks, and realizing the hair was still there. He has completely forgotten about the hair after he massacred the soldiers and destroyed the Hell’s gates three months ago. Frustrating to realize the past is still lingering in his mind. “This disgusting, matted, thick, oil-filled, and the beads of Omaticaya is still here…..” He gave a low-deep voice of his native tongue; The Old Norse-Asgardian. Spider took a long and hard thinking about what to do with the hair that his alter-ego, the human, who worshipped the man. The man who brought justice and freedom to the Na’vi clans fifteen years ago. 

Without hesitation, Spider started to engulf the flames on its palms as he felt no pain, raising both hands on the front of his golden blonde roots, like a hair shaver, cutting every bit of dread-lock, falling off his shoulders, at the end of his head, he felt lighter, and not a single of the dreadlock was on him. Since I killed those humans at Hell’s gates, I sneaked enter the High camp without being seen, there, I found my avatar, and what was I thinking? For the moment, I first laid my eyes on the avatar through the human’s memories, he was desperate to be part of this world and be part of the clan. In the end, I threw my avatar body into the sun. To cleanse everything I suffered….for nothing. Only fear, hate, and pity. He commands the sands to swallow every bit of his dreadlocks without growing into a tree or a plant. He starts to hear the hundred voices, hollering as they are ready for battle. 

“Don’t tell me…..” He gave an astonishing and terrifying to realize something was happening on the other side. Hastily, he begins to dive into the water without inhaling a single breath, and swims like a torpedo, 70 knots for young Aesir god, the bubbles in front of his blue-yellow iris don’t bother him, and kept going until he resurfaces near the Three brothers rock. Slowly, he scans the area, seeing the Metkayina clan on their Tsuraks, trapped to keep their distance from the Sea-dragon ship, a ship he has suffered to watch the Tulkan mother and calf, hunted like animals with cruelty and no respect for the ocean. Around the corner of his black sclera eye, he recognizes someone he hasn’t seen since he was imposed as an interpreter for the clan he currently living with. “Quaritch….” He opens his lips widely to bare his white-shining fangs. “It ends now…..” 

Spider silently submerges into the deep water of the three brothers’ rock. Swam like a rampaging shark to the meal. For seconds, he bends his shoulder to hit the port side of the Sea-dragon, causing a huge impact that shakes the crew and the hostages. Screaming as they are panicking. Then, there is another explosion of smoke out of the water. Quaritch runs to the rails near Tsireya, Tuktirey, and Lo’ak to examine the damage. He clicks on his choker communication. “Quaritch to the bridge, report the damage! Quickly! Over.” He held on to his choker. Awaiting for a response. “Bridge to Quaritch, the engineering department says they are taking heavy water and the hole is enormous! No blue freaks don’t have a bazooka! Over.” He can hear his panic and trembling voice through the coms. “How….” He muttering. Around the bend, he hears footsteps at the bow of the ship, knowing someone is aboard the ship, his troop and the ship deck soldiers aim their guns towards the smoke. 

“This is no place for humans to be here.” Spider softly spoke that hits every Phoenix Recoms and Lo’ak. To recognize its voice. No doubt in his faltering memories as a human, now, Na’vi hybrid Quaritch is speechless to hear his son’s voice after he allowed soldiers who were willing to execute the kid and destroy the village. “Spider”? He calls him back as he never looks away from its silhouette in the dense smoke. When the smoke dies down, Quaritch, the Recoms, humans on the ship, and Sully kids with Tsireya drop their jaws as they see Spider lifting himself to the heavens. They look at him as a new creature. The face of the boy is still Spider, but he has the description of Aesir god trademarks; Has pale frost-white skin, tribal tattoos, heights that are much taller than Na’vi, unlimited powers they heard in the stories, and worst of all; they see his black eyes is a sign of eating flesh. “No….Not Spider, Quaritch.” He growls to him and never breaks the glare he gave him. “I am called Skold, son of Ase, the Aesir.” He bends his knees down to let the seawater off his glistening muscular body. 

Quaritch snaps out as he hears a name he shudders. A name of one peculiar Aesir god. An immortal man who has been living on Pandora for over 106 years. Not to take over the moon. Only a haven he gave his people to live in peace without thinking of the terrible Ragnarok. “S-Son of Ase?!” He flutters out as all coms have heard a foreboding name. Not just the entire ship. Jake has heard it too. Skold kept his stance with a devilish smile on his face. “Yes, I am….Carcass.” He put his hands on his knees. “And you will pay for everything. Every single one of you.” He snarls deeply like a starving bear on the deck. 

[seastar-bunny]

Yours

Day 28. Song is Pretty Little Things by The Crane Wives. Mind the tags.

Celeste dragged herself to her feet. She was covered in congealing blood, hers and his, wanted to vomit at the feel of his seed still inside her, still clinging to her thighs. Leaning against the door she took several deep breaths, choking down the bile in her throat, before she stole away in her armour, under spell and the gentle cover of night. Returning to the Elfsong, she was blessed to find herself alone. She drew a bath as hot as she could stand it. Carefully, she peeled away pieces of armour, setting them down gently, numbly. The full length mirror behind the screen showed her the truth in all its ugliness.

She coiled her hair on top of her head, baring the fingerprint bruises and bites on the warmth of her throat. The bite at the crook of her shoulder was deep and painful, blood trickling sluggishly from it even now. Her collarbones were purple with bruising too, her breasts bitten and red. Belly, hips, thighs, every inch of her she could see was discoloured, damaged, marked by tooth and claw. Every part of her felt alien, like it wasn't hers anymore.

His laughter rang in her head, his groans of pleasure as he took from her body, as he gave of his tainted flesh, as he tasted her blood and tears.

She sank into the water. The heat was cleansing, sharp in her wounds but soothing all the same; grabbing the bar soap and a cloth, she scrubbed at her skin, scrubbed it raw. She wept as she did, hating herself and hating him.

I did what needed to be done.

'Ah, Celeste, I was just looking for-'

Gale.

'Fuck!' she yelped, making a futile attempt to cover herself. 'I didn't hear you come in.'

The sparkle in his eyes vanished, deadening to a flat black stare. Like a shark, she thought. A shiver went through her.

'Who did this to you?' His voice was deadly calm, low and deep.

'Listen, I handled it-'

'Celestina...'

'Gale, don't,' she said sharply. 'It's f-'

'Don't you dare say it's fine,' he pleaded, throwing a hand behind him to lock the doors. 'Look. If I can't- if I can't- disintegrate- who did this to you, at least let me help... please.'

She felt her face crumple. An animal wail tore from her sore throat, sharp as glass.

'Oh, sweet girl,' he said, kneeling by the bath and reaching to cradle her face in his hands. 'What happened?'

'Don't- don't-' she tried. 'D-don't be gentle with me Gale, I don't-'

'You don't know how to cope,' he said sadly. She nodded, hands closing around his wrists. She was openly sobbing now, her forehead pressed against Gale's shoulder. He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, shushing her gently. 'You're safe now,' he murmured.

'I don't- believe you-'

'I know,' he took his hands away. 'I know, my love.'

'I feel... I feel disgusting. Tainted.'

And then it hit him. Cherries and musk, clinging to her like smoke.

'I'm going to walk into the hells,' he said slowly. 'And he's going to be at my feet begging for death before I'm done. He will not touch you. I promise. Never again. And I know who you are- what you do... but you...' Gale's brown eyes were so tender. Something in her heart was unbroken. The place where he lived.

'Help me,' she whimpered.

'Of course.' It was a breath, a whisper. He took the soap from her and bade her stand. 'Fresh water, sweet thing.'

She got out, let him refill the bath with a murmured word. His eyes flicked over her, his jaw tensing as he saw the extent. The water steamed. Wordlessly, he drew a pouch of herbs from his pack and sprinkled them into the water. They were fragrant, making her feel lightheaded.

'Thank you.'

'Don't you dare thank me.'

'I know, but-'

'Ah-' he said, lifting a finger. 'In. The herbs will soothe, even though they're quite potent, I'm afraid. I'll make you a tea.'

They both understood the kind he meant.

Before long, a cup was pressed into her hands and he sat beside her on the floor, holding her free hand. The herbs seemed to have a numbing, restorative effect- the claw marks were erased, the bites diminished, the soreness gone.

'I love you,' he said into the silence. Gale looked up from his position on the floor, locking eyes with her. He was serious, the depths of his brown eyes full of sweetness. 'You may be the strongest person I know. Mortal or immortal.' A touch of humour pulled at his lips, then. 'Certainly, you're stronger than I. No doubt stronger than Mystra, damn her to the ninth circle. I'm afraid you may never get rid of me.'

'Do you promise?'

'I would promise you anything you desired, Celestina.'

She sat with that knowledge as he helped her wash the devil from her hair, combing it out in silence. It hung loose down her back, gleaming.

'I'm not ready... for...' she tried. 'I mean I can't... yet. But I'd like to try. Will you just hold me?'

'Yes.' He let her lead him to her bed, settled in beside her with his lips on her shoulder, over the bite Raphael had left. He kissed her skin with gentle reverence, his fingers ghosting over her bruises. His lips found her bruised and bloodied mouth, pressing soothing, sweet, soft heat into her. She opened for him, the careful unfolding all under her control. When he pressed harder she drew back, and he returned to a softness she'd never felt before. She felt priceless and worthy.

'I adore you,' he whispered.

The sparks of desire had not died; Celeste let their warmth suffuse her as she settled into safety and sleep, cradled in his arms.

One day, she thought. Soon or not. But he's there for me. And gods...

'I love you so much,' she murmured sleepily as she slipped into slumber. Gale tucked her head under his chin, not stilling the gentle stroke of his hands down her spine until she was breathing deep and even.

'I'm here,' he told her sleeping form. 'Yours, forever.'

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[skinacare]

8 Effective Ayurvedic Treatments for Skin That Is Brighter and Glowing

Some of the best natural skincare secrets have been passed down to the world from Ayurveda. These traditional treatments improve the brightness of your skin and support long-term health without causing any negative side effects. These eight potent Ayurvedic methods, which include ageless components like multani mitti and rose water, are ideal if you're searching for natural ways to lighten your skin.

1. The Cooling Skin Reviver, Multani Mitti

Fuller's Earth, commonly known as Multani mitti, is well-known for its deep cleaning and oil-absorbing properties. It creates a wonderful face mask that attracts dirt and pollutants when mixed with rose water. Your skin will appear noticeably tighter, brighter, and fresher if you apply this blend once or twice a week.

2. Rose Water: A Mild Hydrating Touch

For millennia, rose water has been a necessary component of beauty. It instantly revitalizes your skin with its calming, moisturizing, and balancing qualities. Rose water leaves your skin supple, full, and naturally radiant whether you use it as a toner, in face packs, or just spritz it on your face.

3. The Glow Booster: Turmeric

For weary and lifeless skin, a little turmeric can work wonders. This golden spice revitalizes your natural complexion, reduces inflammation, and lightens dark spots. For clearer, more radiant skin, combine turmeric with milk or yogurt and use as a mask.

4. Sandalwood: The Brightening Agent of Nature

Sandalwood is well-known for its soothing scent and skin-cooling properties. Frequent use evens out skin tone, lightens scars, and adds a subtle glow. Create a paste using sandalwood and rose water, apply liberally, and watch how your skin changes over time.

5. Aloe Vera: The Organic Calm

For skin that is thirsty, fresh aloe vera gel is like a calming beverage. It helps lighten imperfections while hydrating, repairing, and revitalizing your face. Apply aloe vera once a week along with a few drops of lemon juice for an added brightening effect.

6. Saffron: The Secret of Royal Beauty

Because of its ability to improve skin, saffron has long been valued. It brightens the complexion and lessens discoloration because it is high in antioxidants. Dab saffron strands lightly on your face after soaking them in raw milk to get a subtle, golden glow that feels both natural and opulent.

7. Besan: A Daily Skin Polisher

Besan, also known as gram flour, is an excellent exfoliant in addition to being a kitchen need. It helps your skin breathe, brightens dull areas, and removes dead skin. Healthy, glowing skin can be revealed with a simple pack of besan, turmeric, and rose water.

8. Neem: The Best Friend for the Skin

Strong antimicrobial qualities found in neem help to balance out skin tone, lighten scars, and stop breakouts. For a cleansing face pack, combine neem powder with rose water or make a paste out of neem leaves. Your skin will appear more vibrant and feel clearer with regular use.

In Closing

Gentle, natural care is the key to glowing skin, not harsh treatments. Rose water treatments and multani mitti, two tried-and-true Ayurvedic techniques, profoundly nourish your skin while boosting its inner shine. Adopt these ageless techniques and show off your inherent beauty the Ayurvedic way!

[quicktosimp]

The Hunt

Kinktober Day 24 Tsu'tey

Warnings: CNC, Chasing, Rough Sex, Blood Kink, Degradation, Hair Pulling, Knife Kink, Hair Cutting (Is That A Thing?), Object Insertion, Cleansing, Safe Sane Consensual, Aftercare, Alien Biology, Cervix Penetration, P in V Sex, Breeding Kink, Cleansing Kink (Again Is That A Thing?)

A/N: This is a dark one, read the warnings

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us all to enjoy 💕

I was in Pandora’s jungle, researching the flora and fauna of the land. Being on a new planet, I didn’t like to stray far. All alone for a quick harvest of research materials in order to study the bioluminescence of plant life, the beginning of the eclipse is the perfect time to harvest. The setting sun allows the plants to start glowing while bright enough to see. While scavenging for resources and tissues to study, I felt a presence behind me. All the hair on my body stood up as my skin prickled. I looked around the plush woods, and there was nothing but greenery and the swaying of the tall trees. Believing that I was spooked over nothing, I went back to retrieve the sample I was harvesting. 

Rustling came from behind me; I turned around, my heart in my throat, but again, nothing. Not even the leaves themselves were moving. An eerie still came over the forest. Not a sound could be heard. I stood, giving up on my research. They can wait for another day. I start to pack up, placing things in my backpack. 

I hear something in the distance, but I can’t place what it is. I throw my equipment into my bag faster, not caring if it breaks. Needing to get out of here as quickly as I can, as I swing my backpack, the noise I heard is much closer: deep growls vibrate through the clearing I’m in. Stupidly, I turned toward the sound, but nothing was there, no vibrations of the plant life, no rustling, just the green of the plants, so I looked up.

There he was. A na’vi male, deep blue and stripes decorate his skin, blending him in with the foliage. He wears a necklace that covers his neck and red beads in his braids. But what is most noticeable is the bow he has drawn and pointed at me. 

I turn and run. I heard a thunk as an arrow shot the tree it was standing by seconds before. I run into the foliage, the branches of the trees and bushes whipping at my skin; shallow cuts mar my exposed arms and legs. The stinging pain fuels me to push harder; my legs are clumsy as I trip over the roots. I catch myself, and I push myself forward. I found the path and made to turn left towards the labs. Something whistles by my cheek before it hits the tree in my direction, another arrow lodged into the tree to my left. I hastily turned right, dodging the next arrow. I scream as the next arrow lands near my feet. I slip, landing on the ground before righting myself and continuing unsteadily. I looked back, trying to see where he was. Unable to spot him, I looked forward, only to be stopped by a tree. I hit it, and my face erupted in pain. 

Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back, attempting to sit up; blood flowed out of my nose as the word spins around me. I try to ignore the pain and keep crawling. The tree I hit had an old den underneath it. I crawl underneath, hoping that I can hide.

Underneath the tree, surrounded by darkness, all I could hear was the sound of my labored breaths. Blood thrummed in my ears as I strained to listen to any sounds of the na’vi male.

I wait in the darkness; nothing happens, no movement, rustling, nothing. Everything seems to be back to normal in the jungle. I hesitantly crawl forward, the dirt-digging underneath my nails. The sun has long passed, leaving the jungle dark, sprinkled with the occasional bioluminescent plant. Peeking my head out of the hole, I look around, checking for any sign of the na’vi.

I scream as a large hand gripped my hair, dragging me out of the I was hiding in. My arms collapse with the force he’s pulling me, lifting me so I’m face to face with him.

“Tsewtx vrrtep,” He growled, his eyes glowing in the darkness. 

“Please stop!” I begged, hoping he understood.

“Does the stupid vrrtep not understand me?” The male sneered, “You’re a dirty demon. A plight sullying our lands,” He brings a large blade, laying it on my chest, “I will be doing Eywa'eveng a favor by spilling your blood.” 

“No! Please! I haven’t done anything!” I cry, grasping at his wrists, trying to free my hair. 

“You’re very existence here is a sin,” His sharp fangs gleam in the moonlight, and he slowly trails his knife down my chest, leaving a trickle of blood in its wake.

“Please stop! Please! I’ll do anything!” I scream, begging. 

“Anything vrrtep?” The male purred.

“Yes, anything, just please let me go,” Sobs raked at my chest.

“Alright then,” His voice was eerily calm.

The knife left my chest, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I plummeted to the ground, a sharp pain from landing. Startled, I looked up, only to see his clenched fit, full of my hair. His knife is next to the strands. I reach up and feel my now short hair, unbelieving of what he had done. 

“Don’t look at me like that. I did what you asked; I let you go.” A sneer pulled at his plush lips, dropping the cut strands on my head.

Tears sting as they slide down my face, falling into the cuts I had received earlier. I stare up at him. I tried to back away, but he threw his knife between my legs.

“What do you think you are doing?” He snarled, “You said you would do anything if I let you go,” He picked up his knife, placing it against the collar of my tanktop, “And I know what I want in return,” He slid his blade down; cutting through my shirt and bra, leaving my chest exposed. 

I raise my arms, wanting to cover myself, but his blade jabs into the soft of my stomach; a small well of blood pours around the blade's tip.

“I didn’t say you could cover those,” The growl was deep, vibrating through his chest, “A vrrtep like you should not be on Eywa'eveng, but if you were to be cleansed, then it could be acceptable.” He drawled. 

My body shakes at his demeanor, “Cleansed?” My voice shakes with the question.

A dark chuckle comes from him, “Yes, you need to be cleansed in the seed of Eywa.” He reaches around, untying his loincloth, and dropping it to the ground.

I’m shocked still as I see the rest of his body. The loin cloth didn’t cover much, only hiding a slit under his navel that was slightly open, glowing like the bioluminescent freckles that cover the na’vi body.

He grasped my face with his free hand, “Now you’re going to be a good vrrtep, and I won’t need to use this,” Moving his blade along my chin, “You will be good for your cleansing, and you will be laro si,” He holsters his knife, “Now take off the rest,” Gesturing to my pants.

With shaking hands, I struggle with the button on my cargo shorts, unable to grip the button. As I struggle, I can see his patience waning. The frustration is evident in his eyes.

The male growled as his patience snapped. He flipped me over so I was face down with my ass in the air. 

“I try and be nice, and you fail at the simplest of tasks,” He pins me down with his large hand, and I hear him grab his knife again.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do better!” I pleaded, trying to squirm away, without avail.

“It’s too late for that,” His knife lands at the top of my ass and glides down, cutting through my shorts and panties, leaving my ass and cunt exposed to him.

I gasp at his actions as the cool air brushes against my exposed sex. 

“Well, look at that,” He seemed amused, “The tsewtx vrrtepsyìp is already wet.” 

He slides a lone finger through my folds, showing my fluttering hole to him.

“No, please,” I beg as more tears fall from my face, wetting the ground.

“Why would I stop vrrtep? Your body is begging to be cleansed,” He inserts a finger, sliding it in without pause.

“Oh fuck! It’s too big!” I groan at the burning stretch.

“Too big, nonsense, it is just a finger. You will have to take much more before the cleansing.” He comments before positioning his finger in and out of me. 

I can’t stop the moan falling from my lips as his finger hits all my pleasure spots. 

“Ahhh, see, your dirty body is begging for it,” He proclaims, sliding in a second finger, not stopping his pace for a second.

I arch my hips at the action, the burning intense as he widens me more, his powerful thrusts sliding my body across the moss-covered ground. My pert nipples grinding against the ground, bringing more sparks of painful pleasure. I can feel another gush of slick leave my pussy at the stimulations.

The male rips his fingers from my cunt, leaving my hole gaping, attempting to flutter shut before his eyes. I heard a wet sucking noise before a pop came from him.

 “I must say, I did not expect a vrrtep to taste so good.” He mused. The blush that covered my body intensified, “Now you said my fingers were too big, so I must stretch you more for your cleaning. This is all for your benefit, after all.” 

Something big and blut is pressed against my hole, pushing in. I moan as I try and jerk forward, away from the pressure seeking entry, but the lone hand spaning my back refuses to let me move an inch.

“Be careful, vrrtep. You wouldn’t want me to let go and lose my blade inside you?” His question came out as a statement.

With a final push, it pops past my entrance with a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“No! No! No! Please stop!” I beg, hoping to find a shred of mercy in him.

“Stop? Why would I do that?” He thrust the hilt in even more, “I will not repeat myself again. This is for your own good!” He snarled.

The man picked up the pace, fucking the hilt into my cunt. I could hear the wet squelching noises coming from my cunt, as my slick leaks down my thighs. I can’t help but clench around the hilt from the pleasure it brought me. Each thrust knocked the breath out of me as I gasped, trying to breathe, holding back my moans. Soon, there was no resistance around the hilt of his blade. It glided in and out of me with ease, my slick helping it move quickly.

“Now this is what I expect to see from a tsewtx vrrtep,” He slides the hilt out of my cunt completely before thrusting it back in, “An easy hole for the na’vi’s use.” 

I moan as the hilt enters me without resistance, causing stars to dance before my eyes. 

“Good vrrtep, enjoy your cleansing. You will finally be right be Eywa after this.” He purrs before removing his blade and tossing it aside, “Now we can get to the real cleansing.”

I look behind myself as he reaches into his slit, pulling out his cock. It was tapered at the tip, flowing out into large spines with the same freckles covering his body.

“No, please! You’ve already done enough!” I cry, knowing that the size alone will break me.

“You will be cleansed, vrrtep.” He hisses as he forces his cock all in on the first thrust. 

I scream from the pain. The large spines pushed past my entrance all at once, hitting my clit over and over again. My body doesn’t know whether to buck away from the pain or move towards the pleasure. I feel as tight as a bowstring while my body collapses, unable to handle it anymore. He continues to rut, unable to leave my cunt an inch, but still grinding as the spines on his cock move. They wiggle and writhe around inside me; once they find a spot they like, they become stiffer, sticking themselves to that spot, refusing to move. 

“I cannot believe how tight you are, vrrtep. It will not be long before the seed of Eywa is inside you.” He grunts, continuing to grind his hips into me.

I moan as the pleasure wins over the pain, the spines on his cock rubbing every spot I have.

“Oh fuck!” I whine, moving my hips towards him.

“Good vrrtep, take your punishment, take your cleansing.” He moans breathlessly.

The male continued to grind as all the spines on the shaft locked into place. I sighed in relief, thinking that it was over, that he would finish soon, filling me with his seed. 

“Are you ready, vrrtep?” He asks through clenched teeth, “Because you will now be filled with seed.”

The tapered tip of his cock hits my cervix, “No! Not there! You can’t go in there! I’ll get pregnant!” I scream, trying to crawl away, only succeeding in pulling on the spines in my pussy, causing painful pleasure to shoot through me.

His chuckle is menacing, “Of course you will be. You must be filled with the seed to be cleansed, but to atone for the sins of the vrrtep. You must carry one of our own.” He pins my body to the ground crushing my clit into the damp moss.

I shake as he continues to grind into me, “No, please, no,” I beg quietly.

“Do not worry. You will be a beautiful Sa’nu, and I will care for the one carrying my child.” He moans.

His tip found my cervix again, and he stilled before pushing in. As his cock tip beached my cervix, new tendrils came to life inside my cervix. They wiggled around before forming a seal. 

“I am cumming, vrrtep!” He shouts.

And cum he did. A flood of cum hit my womb gush after gush. The outline of his cock I could see before is now gone, replaced with the bloating of his cum filling me. He rolled his hips more as he came, grinding my clit into the ground, forcing me to cum. 

I scream wordlessly as I cum, my cunt tightening and fluttering about his cock, heightening our pleasure. Every wave of pleasure hit me before the previous one had ended. It built and built, causing dark spots to cover my vision. I slowly quieted down, softly moaning as my vision grew darker.

“Yawntutsyìp, are you okay? Yawnt-”

And I gave into the darkness.

Upon waking, I find myself warm, no longer on the cold ground. I am covered in a soft blanket as two arms hold me close. I look up and see my mate's face marred with worry.

“Yawntutsyìp, are you okay? You passed out on me. I have been tempted to bring you to those human healers.” Tsu’tey rushed out.

I wiggle up and kiss his lips, “Thank you, my love, but I feel amazing. I loved that a lot,” I mutter sleepily.

“Are you sure? I was rough on you. I have already washed and treated your wounds, but is there anything else I can do?” Tsu’tey asked me softly. 

“I am definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but I am happy with tonight, and if you are willing, I want to do it again,” I admit, looking up at him. 

I feel his body relax underneath my own, “Now that I know you are okay. I must admit I am surprised by how much I enjoyed this. But I am still surprised that you wanted me to shoot arrows at you,” He mutters.

“It was realistic," I countered, “I can’t believe you cut my hair,” I whined.

“You said you wanted it cut and that you wanted me to be mean, but I will fix the rest tomorrow in our kelku.” He chuckles at my whining. 

“Sounds perfect, I mutter, drifting back into sleep.

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Empowering your skin and hygiene routine: My favorite products

When it comes to self-care, taking care of your skin and hygiene is a beautiful way to nourish not only your body but also your soul. These six products are staples in my daily routine, and I’m excited to share how they’ve empowered my journey towards healthier skin and an overall sense of well-being. Whether you’re seeking clarity, freshness, or confidence, these products offer the tools to help you feel your best—inside and out.

Table of Contents

Paulas Choice Facial Exfoliant

Youth to the People Facial Cleanser

Thayers Witch Hazel Facial Toner

Marvis Toothpaste

TheraBreath Mouthwash

Megable Deodorant

Disclosure: As an affiliate, I may earn a small commission from qualifying purchases at no additional cost to you.

Paulas Choice Skin Perfecting 2% BHA Liquid Salicylic Acid Facial Exfoliant

For Clearer, Smoother Skin

If you’ve ever struggled with blackheads, enlarged pores, or uneven texture, this exfoliant is a game-changer. It’s the best exfoliant I’ve ever used for clearing blackheads and keeping pores unclogged. It’s gentle enough for daily use, yet incredibly effective at reducing the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles. Incorporating this into my routine has felt like a transformative experience. Every application feels like shedding layers of stress and letting my true, glowing skin shine through.

Why I Love It:

Clears stubborn blackheads and prevents new ones from forming

Minimizes the appearance of pores and fine lines

Leaves skin feeling smooth, refreshed, and radiant

Youth to the People Superfood Kale and Green Tea Facial Cleanser

            For a Daily Refresh

This cleanser has been my go-to for years, and for good reason. It’s a perfect blend of kale and green tea, offering the nourishment your skin needs without stripping it of essential moisture. It’s gentle enough for all skin types, making it an inclusive choice for anyone looking to refresh and cleanse. Each wash leaves my skin feeling like a fresh start, a way to reset and reclaim my glow.

Why I Love It:

Gentle yet powerful, perfect for removing makeup and impurities

Vegan and cruelty-free, aligning with a holistic, eco-conscious approach

Nourishes and balances skin, leaving it soft and smooth

Thayers Alcohol-Free Rose Petal Witch Hazel Facial Toner

            For Hydration and Healing

I’ve been using this toner since I was 16, and it remains a staple in my skincare routine. With its soothing blend of rose petals, witch hazel, and aloe vera, it feels like a calming ritual every time I apply it. It gently tones and tightens, leaving my skin hydrated, clear, and smooth. This product is a testament to how self-care can be simple yet deeply nourishing.

Why I Love It:

Hydrates and clarifies without any harsh chemicals

Dermatologist-tested, perfect for sensitive skin

Infused with natural ingredients to soothe and protect

Marvis Classic Strong Mint Toothpaste

            For Long-Lasting Oral Care

Oral hygiene is just as essential to feeling empowered and confident, and this toothpaste makes all the difference. I’ve always been prone to cavities, but using Marvis has given me a refreshing clean that keeps my mouth feeling healthy throughout the day. Remember to floss, but if you’re looking for a toothpaste that takes your dental care to the next level, this is the one.

Why I Love It:

Provides a deep, clean feeling that lasts

Helps prevent cavities while freshening breath

Beautiful packaging, making your oral care routine a little more luxurious

TheraBreath Fresh Breath Mouthwash (Rainforest Mint)

            For All-Day Freshness

I love this alcohol-free mouthwash for its gentle yet effective approach to freshening breath. It’s refreshing without the burn, which makes it easy to use throughout the day whenever I need a quick pick-me-up. The rainforest mint flavor is invigorating and helps me stay confident no matter where I am or what I’m doing.

Why I Love It:

Alcohol-free, so it won’t dry out your mouth

Keeps breath fresh for hours

Delicious, invigorating mint flavor

Megababe Daily Deodorant (The Green Deo)

            For Clean, Natural Protection

Finding a natural deodorant that actually works can be a challenge, but Megababe delivers. This aluminum-free deodorant is a dream for sensitive skin, offering long-lasting protection without any harsh chemicals. The geranium and lemon scent is fresh and energizing, making it a favorite in my daily hygiene routine. Knowing that I’m using a product free of parabens, sulfates, and phthalates gives me peace of mind—and a sense of empowerment over my choices.

Why I Love It:

Aluminum-free and gentle for sensitive skin

Keeps you feeling fresh with a natural, clean scent

Free from harmful chemicals, allowing for mindful and sustainable hygiene

When we take care of our skin and body, we are actively investing in ourselves—creating space for healing, growth, and empowerment. These products have become essential parts of my routine because they support me in feeling confident, refreshed, and connected to my body. Whether you’re already familiar with these items or trying them for the first time, I encourage you to make your self-care a sacred act. Let these tools help you nurture and honor your unique, beautiful self.

Join the Community: Let’s continue the conversation! I’d love to hear about your favorite skincare and hygiene products. Let’s uplift and inspire each other to make empowering, healing choices every day.

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Discover the Benefits of Organic Face Products in Australia

In Australia, using natural ingredients and environmentally friendly formulas in organic face products has led to a notable surge in popularity. These products support sustainability and meet your skincare needs. Let's examine why many Australians always choose organic face care products.

Why Choose Organic Face Products?

Using skincare products free of dangerous chemicals, artificial perfumes, and artificial preservatives is ensured when you choose organic options for your face. These products are gentle on your skin and ideal for all skin types because they harness the power of natural ingredients.

Key Ingredients to Look For

When selecting organic face products, look for ingredients such as:

-Aloe Vera: Known for its soothing and moisturizing properties.

- Jojoba Oil: Helps in balancing oil production and provides hydration.

- Shea Butter: Rich in vitamins and fatty acids, offering deep nourishment.

- Green Tea Extract: Packed with antioxidants to protect against environmental damage.

Top Organic Face Product Brands in Australia

Australia is home to several reputable brands offering high-quality organic face products:

- Jurlique: Known for its biodynamic farming and natural formulations.

-Sukin: Offers affordable, eco-friendly skincare options.

- Kora Organics: Founded by Miranda Kerr, this brand uses certified organic ingredients.

- Edible Beauty: Focuses on clean beauty with ingredients safe enough to eat.

How to Incorporate Organic Products into Your Routine?

Incorporating organic face products into your daily routine can be simple:

1. Cleanse: Use an organic cleanser to remove impurities without stripping your skin.

2. Tone: Apply a natural toner to balance your skin's pH levels.

3. Moisturize: Choose an organic moisturizer that suits your skin type.

4. Protect: Don't forget to apply organic sunscreen during the day.

Conclusion

Making the switch to organic face cosmetics is a fantastic way to take care of your skin and promote environmentally friendly activities. You can easily find skincare products that match your needs and are consistent with your values in Australia thanks to the wide range of high-quality solutions accessible. With organic skincare, you can embrace the beauty of nature and have healthier, more radiant skin.

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Organic Beauty: Natural Tips for Radiant Skin and Hair

 Organic Beauty: Natural Tips for Radiant Skin and Hair

In a world filled with chemical-laden beauty products, embracing organic beauty can be a refreshing and beneficial alternative. Organic beauty focuses on using natural ingredients to enhance your skin and hair health without the risk of harmful side effects. Here’s a guide to some of the best organic beauty tips for achieving radiant skin and healthy hair.

 1. Hydrate with Herbal Teas

Hydration is crucial for maintaining healthy skin. While drinking water is essential, herbal teas like chamomile, green tea, and peppermint provide added benefits. These teas are rich in antioxidants that help fight free radicals, reduce inflammation, and promote a natural glow.

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 2. Nourish with Aloe Vera

Aloe vera is a powerhouse of nutrients that can soothe and heal the skin. It’s known for its anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties, making it perfect for treating sunburns, acne, and dry skin. Simply apply fresh aloe vera gel directly from the plant to your skin for a natural, hydrating treatment.

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 3. Moisturize with Coconut Oil

Coconut oil is an excellent natural moisturizer for both skin and hair. It’s rich in fatty acids and antioxidants, which help to nourish and protect. Use coconut oil as a daily moisturizer, makeup remover, or deep conditioning treatment for your hair to keep it shiny and healthy.

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 4. Exfoliate with Sugar and Honey

Exfoliation is key to removing dead skin cells and promoting cell renewal. A simple and effective organic exfoliant can be made using sugar and honey. The sugar granules help to physically remove dead skin, while honey acts as a natural humectant, drawing moisture into the skin.

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5. Tone with Green Tea

Green tea is not just a refreshing beverage but also an excellent natural toner. Rich in antioxidants, it helps to reduce inflammation and tighten pores. Brew a cup of green tea, let it cool, and use it as a toner by applying it to your face with a cotton pad.

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  6. Detox with Clay Masks

Clay masks are fantastic for drawing out impurities and detoxifying the skin. Bentonite clay and kaolin clay are popular choices that help to cleanse the skin deeply, control oil, and prevent breakouts. Mix the clay with water or apple cider vinegar and apply it to your face for 10-15 minutes.

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  7. Condition with Avocado

Avocado is packed with vitamins and healthy fats that can deeply condition your hair. Mash a ripe avocado and apply it as a hair mask, leaving it on for about 30 minutes before rinsing. This treatment will leave your hair soft, shiny, and moisturized.

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  8. Brighten with Lemon and Honey

For a natural way to brighten your complexion, try a mask made from lemon juice and honey. Lemon juice has natural bleaching properties that can lighten dark spots and even out skin tone, while honey provides moisture and antibacterial benefits. Use this mask once a week for best results.

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  9. Strengthen Nails with Olive Oil

Brittle nails can be strengthened with the regular use of olive oil. Olive oil penetrates the nail and cuticle to repair damage and provide essential moisture. Soak your nails in warm olive oil for 10-15 minutes a few times a week.

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  10. Refresh with Cucumber

Cucumbers are not only hydrating but also have a cooling effect that can soothe puffy eyes and irritated skin. Place cucumber slices over your eyes to reduce puffiness, or blend cucumber and apply it as a face mask to refresh and hydrate your skin.

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Embracing organic beauty can transform your skincare and haircare routines by using natural, safe, and effective ingredients. These tips not only enhance your natural beauty but also ensure that you avoid the harmful chemicals often found in commercial beauty products. Incorporate these organic beauty tips into your daily routine for radiant skin and healthy hair.

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 Organic Beauty: Natural Tips for Radiant Skin and Hair

In a world filled with chemical-laden beauty products, embracing organic beauty can be a refreshing and beneficial alternative. Organic beauty focuses on using natural ingredients to enhance your skin and hair health without the risk of harmful side effects. Here’s a guide to some of the best organic beauty tips for achieving radiant skin and healthy hair.

 1. Hydrate with Herbal Teas

Hydration is crucial for maintaining healthy skin. While drinking water is essential, herbal teas like chamomile, green tea, and peppermint provide added benefits. These teas are rich in antioxidants that help fight free radicals, reduce inflammation, and promote a natural glow.

 organic beauty tips, herbal teas for skin, antioxidant teas, natural hydration

 2. Nourish with Aloe Vera

Aloe vera is a powerhouse of nutrients that can soothe and heal the skin. It’s known for its anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties, making it perfect for treating sunburns, acne, and dry skin. Simply apply fresh aloe vera gel directly from the plant to your skin for a natural, hydrating treatment.

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 3. Moisturize with Coconut Oil

Coconut oil is an excellent natural moisturizer for both skin and hair. It’s rich in fatty acids and antioxidants, which help to nourish and protect. Use coconut oil as a daily moisturizer, makeup remover, or deep conditioning treatment for your hair to keep it shiny and healthy.

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 4. Exfoliate with Sugar and Honey

Exfoliation is key to removing dead skin cells and promoting cell renewal. A simple and effective organic exfoliant can be made using sugar and honey. The sugar granules help to physically remove dead skin, while honey acts as a natural humectant, drawing moisture into the skin.

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5. Tone with Green Tea

Green tea is not just a refreshing beverage but also an excellent natural toner. Rich in antioxidants, it helps to reduce inflammation and tighten pores. Brew a cup of green tea, let it cool, and use it as a toner by applying it to your face with a cotton pad.

 green tea toner, natural toners, antioxidant skincare

  6. Detox with Clay Masks

Clay masks are fantastic for drawing out impurities and detoxifying the skin. Bentonite clay and kaolin clay are popular choices that help to cleanse the skin deeply, control oil, and prevent breakouts. Mix the clay with water or apple cider vinegar and apply it to your face for 10-15 minutes.

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  7. Condition with Avocado

Avocado is packed with vitamins and healthy fats that can deeply condition your hair. Mash a ripe avocado and apply it as a hair mask, leaving it on for about 30 minutes before rinsing. This treatment will leave your hair soft, shiny, and moisturized.

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  8. Brighten with Lemon and Honey

For a natural way to brighten your complexion, try a mask made from lemon juice and honey. Lemon juice has natural bleaching properties that can lighten dark spots and even out skin tone, while honey provides moisture and antibacterial benefits. Use this mask once a week for best results.

  natural skin brighteners, lemon and honey mask, organic beauty treatments

  9. Strengthen Nails with Olive Oil

Brittle nails can be strengthened with the regular use of olive oil. Olive oil penetrates the nail and cuticle to repair damage and provide essential moisture. Soak your nails in warm olive oil for 10-15 minutes a few times a week.

  olive oil for nails, natural nail care, organic beauty hacks

  10. Refresh with Cucumber

Cucumbers are not only hydrating but also have a cooling effect that can soothe puffy eyes and irritated skin. Place cucumber slices over your eyes to reduce puffiness, or blend cucumber and apply it as a face mask to refresh and hydrate your skin.

 cucumber for skin, natural eye treatments, organic beauty tips

Embracing organic beauty can transform your skincare and haircare routines by using natural, safe, and effective ingredients. These tips not only enhance your natural beauty but also ensure that you avoid the harmful chemicals often found in commercial beauty products. Incorporate these organic beauty tips into your daily routine for radiant skin and healthy hair.

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NATURAL ARGAN OIL⚡️The Ultimate SKINCARE PRODUCT⚡️

A Golden Glow: My Experience with NATURAL ARGAN OIL⚡️The Ultimate SKINCARE PRODUCT⚡️

For years, I bounced between various moisturisers and serums, searching for that elusive "holy grail" product for my skin. Dry patches in the winter and occasional breakouts throughout the year left me frustrated. Then, I discovered NATURAL ARGAN OIL⚡️The Ultimate SKINCARE PRODUCT⚡️, and let me tell you, it's been a game-changer.

Rich in Nature's Goodness

This luxurious oil, extracted from the kernels of the Moroccan argan tree, feels divine on the skin. The first thing that impressed me was the ingredient list. Unlike many moisturisers laden with chemicals, NATURAL ARGAN OIL boasts a completely natural formula. It's packed with essential fatty acids, vitamin E, and antioxidants – a powerhouse of nutrients that my skin craved.

Deep Hydration and a Radiant Look

After cleansing my face at night, I apply a few drops of the oil and gently massage it in. The oil absorbs beautifully, leaving no greasy residue behind. In the morning, I wake up to noticeably plumper, more hydrated skin. That tightness I used to experience, especially during the winter, has vanished. My skin has a healthy, radiant glow that I haven't seen in years.

Farewell Dry Patches and Hello Soothed Skin

Since incorporating NATURAL ARGAN OIL into my routine, those pesky dry patches that plagued my cheeks in the colder months are a thing of the past. The oil's anti-inflammatory properties have also been a welcome surprise. A recent breakout left my skin irritated and red, but applying a small amount of argan oil helped to soothe the inflammation and speed up the healing process.

A Versatile Wonder for More Than Just Your Face

The benefits of NATURAL ARGAN OIL extend far beyond my face. I've also been using it on my dry cuticles and elbows, and the results have been fantastic. The oil absorbs quickly, leaving my skin feeling soft and supple. A few drops on the ends of my hair after showering add a touch of shine and help tame frizz. I love that one product can address so many of my beauty needs!

A Sustainable Choice for Glowing Skin

Finally, I want to commend the brand's commitment to sustainability. Argan oil production often empowers women's cooperatives in Morocco, ensuring fair trade practices. Knowing that my skincare routine contributes to a positive social impact makes using NATURAL ARGAN OIL even more rewarding.

In conclusion, NATURAL ARGAN OIL⚡️The Ultimate SKINCARE PRODUCT⚡️ has become an indispensable part of my beauty regimen. It delivers on its promises of deep hydration, a radiant complexion, and soothed skin. The oil's versatility, natural ingredients, and commitment to sustainability make it a clear winner in my book. If you're looking for a luxurious and effective way to nourish your skin, I highly recommend giving NATURAL ARGAN OIL a try.

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Ultimate Guide: How to Banish Blackheads & Whiteheads from Your Face

Discover effective solutions to bid goodbye to blackheads and whiteheads for good. Get smoother, clearer skin with these proven techniques.

Everyone craves smooth, clear skin. But the pesky presence of blackheads and whiteheads can mar that dream. Let's dive deep into understanding these skin foes and how to send them packing.

Understanding the Enemy: Blackheads & Whiteheads

Before jumping into solutions, it's important to understand what we're dealing with. Blackheads, also known as open comedones, appear black because of the oxidized melanin in them. Whiteheads, or closed comedones, remain white as they are trapped under the skin's surface.

Steps to Achieve Clear Skin:

1. Regular Cleansing:

Begin with a gentle, water-soluble cleanser. This ensures your skin remains free from excessive oil and makeup residues.

2. Exfoliate with Salicylic Acid:

Salicylic acid works wonders as it sheds the skin surface and unclogs pores from within. Include it in your skincare routine for best results.

3. Embrace Retinoids:

From over-the-counter retinol creams to prescription retinoids, these vitamin A derivatives promote rapid skin turnover and prevent clogging.

4. Choose Non-comedogenic Products:

Invest in skincare and makeup that won't block your pores. Always look for the "non-comedogenic" label.

5. Clay Masks for the Win:

Use masks rich in clay to absorb extra oil and minimize the chances of pore clogging.

6. Warmth is Your Friend:

A warm compress before cleansing softens the sebum inside, making it easier to clean.

7. Consider Professional Help:

If home remedies don't seem to work, seek an esthetician or dermatologist for professional extractions.

Prevention is Better than Cure:

Cleanse post workouts and before bedtime.

Regularly change your pillowcases and sheets.

Hands off! Avoid touching your face unnecessarily.

Clean objects that often touch your face – think phone screens and spectacles.

Blackheads and whiteheads, while stubborn, aren't invincible. With consistent care, the right products, and occasionally seeking professional help, you can flaunt the smooth, clear skin you've always dreamt of.