#so i have to moisten it in advance

[otterandterrier]

I'm not adapting well to being a single cat mom tbh 😔

[hanasnx]

ermmm jj and face fucking ? 😁

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | reader has hair that swings in a ponytail and is a kook | situationship w jj | hair pulling | oral (m receiving) NOTES: tbh i was having trouble imagining jj face fucking but i gave it my best shot and i like what i came up with | based on dwight’s interaction with angela in the office during the rabies fun run

JJ MAYBANK out with the crew when he spots you. It doesn’t take long before the others follow the source his eyes are glued on. You’re out for a jog, wearing your work-out clothes that accentuate your shape, ponytail swinging with each stride. JJ moistens and draws his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches, waiting for you to get closer while his friends jeer at him immaturely. John B pats him hard on the back, “Go, man, before she gets away.” he encourages, pushing at JJ to get him in gear.

“I’m goin’, I’m goin’.” he replies, and he hangs his head with a shake at the chorus of the crew yipping and hollering. Chasing you, he’ll admit he gets a good view of your behind. So he idles for a second to watch how your ass jiggles with each sway, and he ignores the creeping urge to tap your backside when he approaches you. He gets in a jogging stance to blend in with you, slowing his pace when he reaches your side to fall into step with you. “Howdy there, kook.”

You playfully roll your eyes with a scoff. “Hey, JJ.” you relent in a musical pant, refusing to look at him because you know he’s trying to make fun of you. You can tell in the way he holds himself, how he swings his arms, it’s an exaggerated version of what you’re doing as you run.

“You look cute as a button. Worked up quite a sweat.” he flirts, advancing into you, and you absorb his coy bump. You can feel how his gaze burns you, stuck on how your sweat drips down your neck into the valley of your cleavage. Briefly he imagines licking it off.

“Thanks, JJ.” you tell him, in the same melody as before. He butters you up a lot, you know what he’s here for. “What do you want?” you ask curiously.

“Look, there’s a little thing back at the Chateau tonight. You should, uh,” He sniffs, and swipes his nose with his knuckle, glancing away. It takes him a fraction of a second to gather the courage to invite you normally. How was a situationship supposed to act in this situation, he didn’t know. “you should come.”

You pull your lips to one side in thought. “I dun-no, Jayj, I’m supposed to meet someone tonight.” You keep your voice light and sing-songy, letting him know you’re not rejecting him, just teasing him with the prospect you might not be able to make it.

“Hey, no skin off my back.” he replies, suspending his flat hands in the air in surrender. He drops them. “You’ll just have to promise I get to wrap that pretty ponytail ‘round my palm tomorrow night.” It’s said so casually, it finally earns him a proper look from you.

You do end up going, you do end up drinking, and you do end up right where he wants you. Nestled between his legs. Rope of hair wound in his fist. “Didn’t think you’d end up back here, huh? Thought you’d be rid of me?” He’s spitballing, but there’s a twinge of sincerity, as if a pretty kook like you wouldn’t waste your time with him. He guides your head up and down, his grip on your hair stinging your scalp but you don’t mind. You like it. Sweet whimpers expel from your mouth every time your throat isn’t stuffed by the head of his cock nudging it’s way in there.

Your tongue swipes at the underside of his dick, lining the lip of his tip as it pulls out, only to be buried back in when he yanks you to his crotch by your hair. Like a leash, it leads you as he uses you to get himself off.

[yes-divine-ruler]

A Helping Hand - Peter Maximoff

cw: handjob, edging, mommy kink

for: @kaiju-superstar <3

“Apocalypse totally kicked my ass,” Peter groans, resting the back of his forearm against his forehead. You sit beside him, giggling at his joke. It would take much more than being face-to-face with death for Peter to lose his light-heartedness.

“You did what you thought was right, honey,” you reassure him, placing a hand on his left leg.

Peter hadn’t come out of the battle without a scratch like some of the others. His right leg was in a full leg cast and his arm was in a sling to protect his dislocated shoulder. It made everything so much harder to do. But fortunately, he had you to help him.

“I can’t even walk, Y/N,” he groans again, “I can’t even shower without having to keep half my body out the water. Do you know how cold that gets?”

“I do actually,” your hand rubs his thigh, “because all you do is complain the whole time.”

Peter opens his eyes. They shine with the same mischief they usually do.

“What?” you ask, a smiling creeping onto your face. Peter smirks and uses his unaffected arm to prop himself up against the headboard.  

“You know what else is really hard to do?” he asks you, placing his left hand over yours and squeezing. You tilt your head to the side in question.

“What’s that, Peter?” the smile doesn’t leave your face as Peter picks up your hand. He moves it slowly up his leg until its positioned over the growing bulge in his jeans.

“It’s reaaaaally hard to jerk off,” his smirk turns into a shit-eating grin. You roll your eyes playfully. When was Peter not horny?

“So, what do you want me to do about that?” you scoff. Your hand stays put even after Peter’s hand is gone. You give him a small, teasing squeeze. A moan bubbles in the back of Peter’s throat.

“I think I need mommy’s help,” he whispers, cupping your face in his hand and bringing it close to his. Your head spins as your nickname rolls off his tongue. And Peter knew that. He knew exactly how to get you riled up. And it was definitely working.

“Oh yeah?” you taunt, not breaking eye contact as you work the flyer of his jeans. The button is next to go.

“Yeah,” Peter breathes out, his gaze shamelessly switching between your eyes and lips. You wet them with your tongue as you lean in closer. Your fingers tug down the waistband of his jeans.

“Yeah what? You know you have to use your manners,” your moistened lips ghost over his. You can feel his breathing picking up pace.

“Please, mommy,” he cries, batting his eyelashes at you. He knew that he had to beg to get what he wanted.  

“That’s my good boy,” you purr, before you’re taking Peter’s breath away with a soft kiss.

Peter tilts his head to the side to gain better access to your mouth. You nibble at his bottom lip, and the tamed kiss turns wild. Peter opens his mouth obligingly to your advances, moaning as your tongue slides over his, exchanging saliva. You take your time tugging down Peter’s boxers. His cock stands to attention; finally released from the tightness of his underwear. Your wrap your hand tightly around the base with no warning.

Peter almost forgets how to breathe.

“Oh- shit!” he breaks the kiss for only a moment before you’re pulling him back in. Peter moans into your mouth. Your teeth clash as he tries to draw you in closer.

Your hand begins to move in a jerking motion. Your palm slides over his tip, giving you the lubrication you need to spread down his shaft. Peter’s cock twitches in your hand as his tongue lazily explores your mouth. He was on cloud-nine right now, and nothing would bring him back down to earth.

“Does that feel good, Quickie?” you ask with a sultry tone. Peter only nods furiously in response. He begins to feel the blood drain from his face, and he knows exactly where it’s heading.

“You’re so good to me, mommy,” Peter whines, buckling his hips up greedily into your hand. You continue to work your hand around him at a quick and constant pace. Your kisses trail down the side of his face, littering his jawline. Peter’s head rolls back and his eyelids shudder. Your hand and your mouth felt like magic to him.

He’s so hard the veins protrude from his cock. Pre cum weeps from his rosy pink tip. You knew he was close to coming undone. So suddenly you stop.

Peter’s eyes open wide in surprise.

“Wha-What? What?” He stutters, staring pleadingly into your eyes. His face turns the lightest shade of pink. Why did you stop?

“I’m teaching you patience,” you tease, leaving a short kiss on his cheek. Your hand cups his balls and squeeze. Peter lets out a tiny whimper.

“NOnonono,” he groans, buckling his hips again, “Please don’t do this. Please let me finish.”

You persevere with your “lesson”, delicately running the pads of your fingers up his shaft. Peter begins to squirm in agony. He was so close.

You hum softly, flicking your thumb over his slit. Your thighs rub together as you continue to tease him. It was so arousing having Peter in the palm of your hand, it made your core throb. Every sweet moan that made its way passed his parted lips was like music to your ears.

“Momma,” he pines again, placing his hand over yours. Your gaze fixates on his needy cock as he continues to rock his hips. Peter fucks himself with the help of your hand, building up enough friction to keep him satisfied.

“Do you want mommy to let you cum?” you whisper, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. Peter’s brows shoot up and he nods furiously again.

“Yes! Ohmygod, yes, please!” he lets out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding in.

Content with his answer, you begin to stroke him again. Your pace speeds up and your grip around him tightens. Peter lets out an animalistic moan as his orgasm builds once more. It wasn’t long before he was right on the edge again.

“Yes! Holy fuck! I’m so close,” Peter just about screams. You lean over and spit directly on his shaft, smearing your saliva down his cock.  

That’s all it takes for Peter to finish. His thighs shake and his back arches as he cums. His hot, sticky release coats the inside of your hand. You don’t let up until Peter whines again, cowering away from the oversensitivity.

“O-okay, oooooh,” Peter’s body jolts with every touch to his sore, tender cock.

Showing him mercy, you pull away. You watch as Peter leans back and rests his head on the headboard. His chest heaves with every laboured breath. He looked perfectly fucked out.

“Looks like apocalypse wasn’t the only one that kicked your ass,” you joke. Peter swings his fist softly into your shoulder.

“Mommy totally kicked my ass,” he snickers, before a broad, defeated smile spreads across his face.

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[winter-sol]

no shame

*word count: 7k *pairing: afab! reader / leviathan *contents: ! NSFW minors pls dni. pegging. anal sex. demon form/monsterfucking. begging. submissive levi. degrading. praising. handjob. tail-fucking. leviathan has two dicks. reader has afab anatomy and it's described as such. porn with feelings. cheesy ending, i can't help it. (no beta, pls forgive any mistake) *summary: Leviathan gets his ass fucked with a strap-on in his demon form. You give him the right balance between degrading and loving him 🖤 *a/n: guess who's back (?) this fic had been hiding in my drafts for about 5 months while being like 95% completed. i figured it had the right to be finished and see the light. i enjoyed way too much writing it, so pls enjoy it with me uwu

also at ao3 here 🖤

“It’s okay, hey. It’s okay. Look at me”.

The soothing sound of your words resonates deeply within him, and like a fresh intake of air, you are able to calm his nerves if only slightly.

Certainly, he doesn’t remember the last time he was in that position, so… exposed and vulnerable. But his excitement is stronger and there’s no way he’s stopping this now that you two decided to give it a try.

“MC…” He says your name while he lifts a timid hand and touches your chest, fingers slowly running down you soft skin from your breasts to your belly in an electrifying sensation that tingles through your spine with the way he softly rubs in small circles, as much as he can reach, before continuing to travel lower.

He shyly looks up to you, directly meeting your gaze, and the tenderness that finds you in there would almost look out of place with such a delicate expression if it weren’t for the darkness that’s starting to engulf the color of his eyes. Then, his index and middle finger move to brush over the length of the soft, pastel pink dildo attached to your hips with a touch that seems so delicate but hides an enticing intention. You’re unable to look away.

In a captivating gesture, his finger gets to the tip, and he gives it a faint caress, circling the head in a movement so gentle and full of desire you barely forget to breathe from anticipation.

Shit.

You grab his hand and take it to the length of the toy, and placing your own above his, you guide it to embrace the thick girth and move it down in a firm but steady grip, letting him feel the texture and size of it.

“Mmm… Fuck…” He lets out in a breathy voice, closing his eyes and clearly enjoying what he’s touching. The big, imposing toy was chosen carefully between the two of you for this special occasion, with the sole purpose of meeting Leviathan’s strict demands. The length, girth and texture had to be perfect, for it to touch and stimulate his sensitive zones maximizing the pleasure. As the pervert he is, it could only be an extra-large sized dildo with a rugous texture on its borders.

Just by touching it with his fingers he can feel already excited to be fucked with it, by you precisely, in your room, within this intimate and comfortable space for the two of you.

You carefully observe how Levi gets turned on watching and touching the toy, and you feel the need to start to advance in the act. You reach out for the lube near the border of the bed and pour a generous amount on the tip. The transparent liquid is smeared into your palm and you pass it through the length of the dildo, covering it with the substance and easing the movement through it.

Your hands keep a steady pace, up and down, and even though you can’t feel a thing, the action is erotic enough to make your own body respond to it, your pussy moistening in expectation as you look at how Leviathan’s eyes are set on you, hypnotized. He’s laying on his back completely exposed in his demonic form, and the desire that runs strongly through you wants to have more of him, to feast on what he’s offering so generously.

“Baby… Now I want to touch you some more… Can I?" Your voice comes out low and sultry, impressing you a bit by its intensity. His eyes look for yours again, and after studying your expression, he gives you a shy smile, looking away with a red face.

“Y-Yeah… Please…”

You let go of his hand and proceed to accommodate yourself above him, brushing your fingers over his naked torso. Ah, it’s always a sight to behold, the strong muscles he always keeps hidden rising as his back arches when you touch him. You hear his heavy breathing and how he hums in delight.

Your hand goes down greedily until you get closer to his crotch, his untouched hard cocks demanding attention as they stand big and glistening under the lights. Bewitched by the sight, you don’t think twice and palm one of his erections, the upper one, making him gasp at the motion.

“A-Ah! MC!”

It’s cute how desperate he can get, how touch starved he is. Funnily, it’s not like you’re any different with how much you need him all the time but seeing him like this will always have a strong effect on you. Lust immediately takes over you, and you decide to please him as your touch gets stronger, grabbing his erection fully with a firm grip.

A high-pitched cry comes out of him as your already soaked hand feasts in his ecstasy. As always, you can’t help but notice how big your demon is, your hand seeming so small and delicate compared to the huge, monstrous cock it’s holding. Sensing your mouth watering a bit, you admire the deliciously perfect sight beneath you, his face already red and expressive as he longingly looks at what you’re doing.

You let him go for a moment, getting a discontent grunt in return. “Patience, love,” you say as you grab the lube once more and pour it messily on both of his dicks. The coldness must’ve been unpleasant since it makes him hiss, but as soon as your hand touches him again, he relaxes and lets himself go with the sensation.

You stroke your fingers over his lower one and you feel it twitch under the attention it’s finally receiving. Repeating the act, Leviathan nests his head on the pillow and his gaze sets to the ceiling, weakened by the weight of the pleasure he starts to feel, letting out an airy and silent groan. His neck is left exposed as inviting you, skin creamy and lightly shiny by the sweat it’s starting to appear in there.

At seeing how much he’s feeling it, you tease that one for a couple of seconds, pressing into its length and dragging it through it until you finally decide to indulge him some more and grab both on each hand.

“Ah, fuck! Ah…” The loud, clear whine echoes through the walls as his eyes now close tightly for a second and he bites his lower lip. He opens his heavy eyes once again and looks at you with a needy expression, whispering “M-More…”

You can’t help but smirk at his reaction, your own want growing and making you a bit more desperate too. Motivated by his petition, you start to move your hands slow but firmly in a tight grip, smooth by the lubricant. Light squelching sounds start to be noticeable with the wet and slippery movements of your hands on his hot dicks, Leviathan’s breathing turning faster and heavier as his eyes close and he unconsciously spreads even further his toned thighs, losing himself in the pleasant sensation.

The sight of his exquisite body completely naked beneath you, so submissive and given, is irresistible, driving your head to become dizzy from lust for him. The sensation of his two inhuman cocks in your hands is unholy as they move driven only by the purpose of filling the powerful demon with ecstasy, who can’t stop letting out soft and impure moans with every assault to his body, as in a completely deliriant state that’s out of his control while his long snake tail is swaying, wrinkling the sheets below.

A petty desire grows and burns intensely in your sex at the lewd display, but for now is ignored as this is for him, for his pleasure, for you to see how much you can ruin him and soothe him in the same night. You guess you’ll have your chance to find your own release later, so you choose to not worry for now and focus on him.

You notice how his beautiful lashes flutter and he opens his eyes slowly, unfocused gaze searching disoriented before setting his gaze on you for a few seconds, locking it on you. Then, he looks away distracted by something.

“What is it, love? Am I hurting you?”

“Ah… No, I…” He looks around some more. “Could you pass me the lube?”

So he was looking for that. Intrigued, you stop your ministrations for a moment as you follow his order, handing him the small bottle that he receives without meeting your eyes again. He opens the lid and pours some on his index and middle finger, rubbing them to warm the liquid, clearly letting you know his next movement.

He tosses the botte aside with blushed cheeks and… Wait, is he really avoiding your gaze? Does he have the audacity to feel ashamed right now? Whatever is happening inside his mind, he ends up anyways placing his fingers over his entrance, starting to tease it himself.

He closes his eyes, and his brow is somewhat furrowed while he concentrates on the motion, toying with his hole in slow, soft movements to begin the preparation for the intrusion that’s to come.

You notice he doesn’t take too long easing the muscle and he starts to push his fingers in his hole, his fired up body having responded already to this foreplay, lubricating and dilating where he needs it. 

“Everything ok? What do I do to help?” you say awkwardly. You’ve read stuff like this before but honestly, what do you even know about doing this to a man, or demon, in real life?

“I-I’m fine… I’ve done this before plenty of times. Just… don’t stop… what you were doing, please…” He finishes that sentence in a lower volume, almost whispering.

“Ok… Just tell me anything you need…” You answer as your hands resume its movements, though in a much lighter grip so he can concentrate while still receiving a tender tickle of pleasure.

He’s not much better than you, it seems. Even if he has played with himself before, used toys and all, he is as inept as you at doing with someone else like this. You let it go and keep touching his erections while he teases himself. Of course, you can’t help but look, curiosity and desire making it unable to look away as he enters two fingers while you keep attending him with your hands.

His fingering is careful and slow, taking his time in accommodating the action. You watch as he enters them deeper and makes circulating movements stretching it open, and after a moment, searching for a sensation he knows very well.  Levi covers his mouth with a hand as he fondles a sensitive spot inside, letting out a surprised moan and his body giving a small shiver.

The sound of his sweet and desperate sound makes you feel drunk from desire, and you can’t help getting closer to his warm body, the musky scent that emanates from him becoming increasingly more intoxicating while you position your face in front of his, and press a soft kiss on his lips that he receives with complete submission. You let go one of his erections in order to support your arm by the side of his head, cleaning your hand just enough with the sheet before bringing it closer to his wet bangs and moving them softly, brushing them back from his forehead and uncovering his mesmerizing face. He turns his gaze back to you and whispers close to your mouth, “W-What are you doing?”

Smiling, you answer while caressing his forehead and his temple. “Nothing, I just wanted to see your pretty face, hehe”. You press another wet kiss to his mouth, and then you start to cover his lips and the skin around them with soft pecks. “I love you so much… You’re going to give yourself to me, right?”

Levi enjoys each one of your kisses, without presenting any resistance. His body shivers from the satisfaction it's receiving from your attention and his own fingers working inside him. Between little moans, he says with a faint, thirsty voice, “Y-Yes… I’m yours right now… Don’t stop kissing me, please…”

With those words, you proceed to claim his mouth passionately, in a long, wet kiss, your tongue assaulting his and slowly licking it, the movement of your other hand on his cock now faster. He responds with the same intensity, melting in the heat and pleasure as his own movements gain more speed.

Frantically, he fucks himself with his long digits, thrusts sharp and deep, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. His sunset gaze is set on you as his body starts filling with pleasure until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore as he keeps nudging his sweet spot. A throaty grunt comes out while the merciless pace fills the room with filthy, wet sounds from the lube and his own fluids. “Fuck… Ah!”

And after a moment, you watch as he decides to slow down the action to restrain himself before he surrenders to his own enjoyment too soon.

“Ah… I think that’s enough,” he murmurs in between pants. “I… I can… take more…” His voice is low and slightly shy as he pronounces those words, clearly conveying what he wants next.

“O-Ok... Just in case, do you wanna start with a smaller one?” You ask carefully, wanting to make sure he’s ready for it.

“No, no, don’t worry... I can take it, I’m sure.” He says with more confidence in his tone, but still not directly looking at you. You smile at his impatience and decide to tease him. “Of course. My little baby has put who knows how many things in there, hasn’t he? Haha.”

He gives you a startled look “You- You have to do that now? I-Idiot, I’m gonna take revenge, you know?”

You laugh at his words, his tsundere demeanor never failing to be as ridiculous as endearing, and you kiss his cheek with a wet peck before softly telling him “I’ll be waiting for that then”.

You sit back to prepare for what’s coming next. Once you get a view from above, you can see the wrecked state he’s into. His silky hair is disheveled around his imponent black and blue horns, staring at you between narrowed eyes and blushed cheeks, and his velvety, moist lips slightly parted that seem to invite you to kiss them one more time. A thin layer of sweat covers his large body, rising and falling with his heavy breathing, his legs spread and his arms weakly lying at each side as his long and thick tail encircles his perfect frame above the bed, the tip swaying in delicate waves.

You suddenly feel small and pathetic above such a sight, how can you even fuck him? You, a mere human, who’s about two heads shorter than him. He has the strength to break you in a second, yet he’s offering himself to you right now with the most sinful and tempting sight you could’ve imagined. It must look so funny from the outside. How in the world could you be so lucky? You don’t understand.

Still, this is no time to overthink, and giving yourself some courage, you reach once again for the poor discarded bottle of lube. You spread more content on the pink dildo, smearing it through the length with one hand while, with the other, you reach for his thigh, caressing his soft skin to let him know you’re there with him, for what’s to come now. A lazy smile decorates his beautiful features as he pierces you with his intense eyes.

After you deem it’s ready, you position yourself above him, setting the toy near his entrance. You hear him sigh in anticipation while you place the tip, pressing lightly into him.

“Are you ok…?” you ask sheepishly.

“Y-Yeah… Are you?”

“…I think I am.” You pause, inhaling slowly to fill your lungs with air and get ready. “I… I’ll put it in.”

His voice is quiet and sweet, waiting patiently. “Ok…”

You enter the toy slowly into him, burying it deeper while you look at his expression for any sign of discomfort. It’s thick and long so you worry for a second, but he seems relaxed enough, his eyes closing softly while it happens, like he knew exactly what to anticipate. It seems like his body gives into it without much resistance, helping to calm your own nerves. You wish you could be… cooler right now. More dominant since that’s what Levi likes, what he’s really into. But you need to trust him, if he says he wants you, you’ll give it to him and hopefully get enough into it for both of your enjoyment.

As the toy is almost all the way in, you stop for him to accommodate to its thicker girth near the base. His breath is faster, but he opens his eyes and looks at you through a heavy gaze. You caress his thighs while you wait, and after some seconds, he speaks.

“I’m fine. You can move… please.” His tone is sweet and peaceful, enjoying from early on what’s happening. The small connection of this moment feels like an intimate secret only to share between the two of you. It soothes your nerves and impulses you to keep going, to give him what he’s asking.

With a fresh and warm determination, you obey his wish. “S-Sure. I’ll… move.”

You rock your hips back in control, not wanting to hurt him in any way, and once it’s almost all the way out, you push inside again up to the brim, feeling how he lets out a small, soft grunt in satisfaction at being filled like that.

Taking it as an invitation to continue, you establish a steady, slow pace, guiding yourself by his little initial reactions. As he's getting used to the movement of your hips, his brow furrows and he gasps softly, gradually starting to get consumed by the pleasing sensation that washes over him.

“Ah… Yeah, just like that…” Between small moans, Levi orders you to continue like this, his body muscles tensing a bit when you strike deep inside, but eventually he relaxes and surrenders to the sweet, thick sensation, his cheeks even redder and his luscious lips parted and his sounds escape from him. You concentrate on giving him a good time, studying his body language and noises as you keep rocking your hips at a steady pace, sinking into him over and over again. You can only trust in his words and hope you’re doing it well.

“Ah! MC… faster, go faster, please.”

For some reason, hearing him begging is doing many things to you. He’s so cute like this you want to wreck him, corrupt him even further, make him an even more sinful, wicked existence. Fuck his brains out until he’s crying your name.

You thrust harder this time, fastening the motion, hitting deep into him with each jolt of your hips. A throaty moan escapes from him as you hit his sensitive spot, singing your name in a sweet tone that hits directly into your own groin. You feel yourself getting more turned on and wet as you sense his reactions, wanting to drive rougher into him, to make that pretty blushed face corrupt in fervor.

If only you could feel him, feel his tight, hot walls squeezing the fake dick you’re penetrating him with, to feel the hotness that engulfs it. You can’t, you fucking can’t, but you’re so into it you simply need to set a frantic pace while you pound into him with all your strength to have that connection. To hell with it. Even if you can’t, you’ll make him feel it, you’ll force him to let you know how it feels. He’s yours right now, and no one else can ever give it to him.

“Ah! Ah, MC! Fuck, yes, just like that!” he whines loudly, his head thrown back and his torso arched as he falls more and more into rapture. You grab his thighs on each side, lifting them and grabbing them in a tight, violent grip while you plunge into him, nails burying into his creamy skin, glistening under the warm lights of the candles at the tree. You’ll never see a more ethereal, more immoral thing ever again. He’s absolutely perfect underneath you.

“You like that? Is that what you like? Hard and fast? Are you that dirty and indecent, Third Ruler of Hell?” Your voice is hoarse as you fall into rapture, suddenly not afraid anymore to talk to him like that.

“A-Aahhh, yes! MC! Please, give it to me!” He responds eagerly to your degradation, like the big fucking pervert he is. He desperately grabs the sheets as he surrenders to you, his face of pure ecstasy with heavy, rolled-back eyes and sweat glistening on his forehead and neck while you ram into him.

Provoked by his euphoric response to your brutality, you release one of his legs to bring your hand to his neck, pressing just below his jaw but without completely choking, not daring yet to do something like that. The moment you grab tightly to keep his neck in place, Levi lets out a choked and indecent sound of pleasure, enjoying immediately being subjected this way. “Aahhh… MC~”, he says with an exalted, shivering voice, the air from his ragged breathing is warm from his smiling mouth.

“Do you really enjoy me having you like that? Restrained and submitted while I’m fucking you hard? And you’re supposed to be an Admiral? How pathetic and disgusting you are, Leviathan…” You can’t help laughing at insulting him like that, especially when he only lets out another moan at your supposedly hurtful words.

“G-Grand Admiral, but yes… I am pathetic and disgusting, that’s what I am, right? A repulsive, creepy pervert, yet you still love me, right? Haaah, MC…” He says with a voice almost maddened from pleasure while he enjoys the grip of your hand and your hard movements inside him, hitting his most sensitive parts over and over again, filling him deep to the bottom.

Now a wicked smile decorates your face, losing yourself in the delicious spectacle your demon is offering you, his perversion and arousal filling you with desire for more. He really is a depraved otaku, but you can only feel a light heat in your chest when you hear how he wants to be reassured of your love even at a moment like this. “Yes… I love you… You, being a degenerate and all… You are mine, right?”

“Hmm!” Levi arches his back when a certain thrust hits right into his sweetest spot, and when you notice his reaction, you aim at it vigorously, hitting over and over again as he starts letting out a flow of high-pitched whines in a delicious staccato that resonates over the walls of your room. “Yes! I’m all yours, aah! Keep going, please, keep going right there, please!” He moans while you see his face contort with ecstasy, surrendering to you.

Answering his pleading, you give him what he asked with a few more pushes until you stop your actions and release his tense jaw, cutting him out of his pleasure in a cruel and sadistic act that makes him scream. “W-What are you doing?! N-No… D-Don’t stop,” he says with a begging gaze, quickly filling with tears of frustration at your lack of movement, “Please, n-no…”

His desperation is so adorable that you can only smile lovingly while you rub his sweaty forehead and his red cheeks. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, don’t cry, my love. I’m still here.” You whisper for him to ease his tension and relax a little bit, a small sob escaping his throat, but he decides to maintain his eyes on you while he tries to calm down and convince you. “I need you, please, please, keep going, don’t be mean… I love you, keep going, please.”

You give him a few sweet little kisses to his cheeks, one on the tip of his nose and another soft one on his lips. “I’ll keep going, Levi, I just need you to be good and listen to what I’ll say now, ok?” At the promise to continue, he can only nod desperately and beg a bit more, “Y-Yes, whatever you say, just do it, please…”

Sitting back and pulling away reluctantly from his warm and inviting body, you pull out the toy from inside him, which makes him let out a broken cry as if he was being deprived of the air he needs. “N-No…” he says now, releasing a couple of tears. The truth is, it’s not like you are necessarily a sadistic person, but the thing is it’s him who drives you to be this way right now, especially when he gets like this. But you know you wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t because he really enjoys It, he enjoys the desperation and the loss of control, and in this moment, you crave that control more than anything.

Smiling warmly at him, you instruct, “Turn around, my love, I want you on your knees and elbows right in front of me.” His eyes widen when he understands what you want, and with the little strength he can collect, he follows your orders and turns his back on you, exquisitely presenting you his ass and his broad back, a drop of sweat running down his neck. “L-Like this, right?”, he looks back at you expectantly and hopes to meet his lover’s expectations.

“Yeah, just like that. What a good boy you are… Hehe.” You tell him with a giggle while you position behind him, your hands running over the skin of his round butt and pulling out a shiver from his body. “Ahh…” he moans in approval while you start to rub circles through his cheeks and then squeeze them greedily with your hands. His tail undulates in a soft wave-like movement as he enjoys the attention you’re giving his ass, and you place one of your hands to the base of the appendage to give it a slow caress with two of your fingers, making him shudder and let out some small, choked moans.

“Y-You’re teasing… haha,” he says with a breathy, pained voice, arching his back to give you more access. “Hurry… up…”

At his attempt to order you around, you decide to punish him immediately with a slap to his cheek, the loud sound of your hand against his skin sounding through all the room along his whine of pain and pleasure that interrupts any word he was aiming to say. “Oh? You were saying something? Don’t be disrespectful, Leviathan.”

He bows his head and bites his lip at the demonstration of power, feeling a wicked desire for more humiliation. “Y-Yes…” he says before gulping, the movement of his torso showing how heavy his breathing is right now, “B-But… I can’t promise to behave… haha…” he dares to say with a soft, high voice before letting out a giggle sick from lust.

He really sounds delicious when you turn him desperate like that, and before you answer, you decide to claim him yours. With your other hand, you align the tip of the dildo with his ass again, making him choke in a whimper. “Ah, I see… You don’t want to keep your dignity at all… It’s ok, if that’s what you want so badly, you disgusting little fuck,” you pronounce before easily inserting the toy in his already open entrance, wet by his fluids and the lube, receiving it once again without any resistance.

“Ohhh, yes… Please, fill me, love,” he whispers, absolutely surrendered to the sensation, forgetting any other comeback he had in his mind a second ago. Once you put the dildo all the way in, it doesn't take long for you to start moving your hips, pulling it out and pushing it inside repeatedly while you grab his ass with your hands to steady yourself and hold him closer to your hips as you keep fucking him. You notice how he begins to lose himself in pleasure as he drops his weight on the bed, leaving only his back half in the air and burying his face in the pillow, drowning his loud, beautiful moans in it.

You focus your concentration on his pleasure, on how his body trembles and moves alongside yours in total synchronization, his hips and thighs slamming against yours over and over again, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and dirty. Just to enjoy his reaction, you decide to add another sound to the symphony by slapping his butt again, Levi letting out a scream as his cheek turns red from the violent action. "More! Give me more! “Nggh…!” he says desperately, asking you for more of the brutality that you don't hesitate for a second to give him again. “Yeah? Is that how much of a bitch you’re going to be with me?” You pronounce hotly before repeating the action two, three times, causing him to raise his head only to breathe easier between ecstatic grunts.

“Come here,” you whisper almost hatefully as you reach out to grab Leviathan by his hair and bring him towards you, lifting his body and supporting him with your other arm, circling it through his slim waist and positioning your hand on his abs. Your fingers in his damp hair grip the strands tightly, pulling it in an act of pure subjugation of the demon that he lets himself enjoy while his eyes narrow and roll back, his half-open mouth letting out small gasps.

You suddenly feel his tail start wrapping around your leg first, and then by your hips simply to touch you a little bit more, deliciously rubbing his scaly texture against your body that you didn't know needed attention so badly until now. The tip naughtily approaches your crotch, and you honestly have no idea how Levi bothers to do it while he seems to be delirious from the sensations he's receiving, but you greatly appreciate it when he touches your clit, making you tremble with pleasure, interrupting your movements. That does not go unnoticed by the demon who, unable to turn back to look at you from the grip on his hair, tells you softly and sweetly, “You like that, right? Keep going, love… I will take care of you...”

“...” You’re speechless for a second. This idiot has no right to make you feel so warm inside while you fuck him right in the ass, but he does. He does, and it makes your desire to finish him and ruin him even stronger. You resume your movements immediately, the pleasure beginning to fill you, motivating your hips even more as you thrust hard and deep, the tingling sensation of your own ecstasy making you join his chorus of moans and pants.

The hand that was holding his abdomen now goes down, and you take as much of his two huge penises as you can to give him the satisfaction he deserves for being so adorable, so him. Smiling maniacally and pulling his hair towards you, you begin to whisper close to his ear, encouraging him to find his satisfaction and finish. “Do it, my love, come. You are so beautiful and perfect, give it to me, come for me…”

"Mmm! Yes… Aah! MC! I'm close…!" The demon cries loudly as you penetrate him hard, his voice now raspy from whining so desperately. The contrast between the rough sex and your now sweet words make him lose his mind immensely. Your hips slam again and again, impaling him with the long, thick dildo that stimulates every part of his insides, the wet, slippery sounds only exciting you more to continue doing it, bringing your demon closer to his climax as he is being stimulated by both sides, your hand desperately pumping his erections wet by pre-come. You let go of his hair in order to caress his warm chest now, touching his nipples and squeezing them in an action done only to get the greatest amount of pleasure out of him, his sweet and desperate moans pointing out the fact that he is already on the verge of collapsing.

With the little consciousness left inside him, he makes sure his tail can give you a fair amount of the pleasure he’s receiving, and it slides forcefully between your folds, stimulating your clit over and over again before sliding the tip inside you, now fucking you while the wetness through all your cunt and nub makes your head dizzy with pleasure. Before you can come, you make sure it’s his turn first.

After a few more pounds, a loud and clear cry comes out of his throat, his body completely tense as he finally reaches his orgasm, deafened and dizzy from the intensity of it. A huge flow of liquid and almost transparent cum releases from both of his cocks that shamelessly stains the sheets of your bed and your hands, the slippery moisture serving as a great lubricant while you accompany him and pump him to finish his climax, the movement of your pounding in his ass now starting to calm down until you stop in order to not overstimulate the mess of a demon right now.

Leviathan’s body cannot support itself anymore, so you hold him up with your hand on his chest, the weight making the position difficult until you begin to let him slowly lower himself towards the bed, his mind completely blank and his body falling in his post-orgasmic state as only pants can be heard from him. You remove the dildo from his hole to let him lie down and rest weakly on the bed, as he also retires his tail from you. You miss the sensation immediately, but decide to wait for him to compose himself before you ask anything from him again.

As you take off the harness, you suddenly realize how tired you are, lying down next to him and wrapping your arm around his waist while you watch his heavy breathing begin to calm down. Smiling, you lean in to kiss his temple, and he turns to look at you softly, the unnaturally bright orange of his eyes resting on you. In one slow movement, you guide him to your chest, resting his head on it as you pet his hair and his horns, which makes him jump and laugh a little.

“I don't think I have any words,” he says in a husky voice before giving you a couple of pecks on your collarbone, and then adds “That was simply incredible… Holy shit, MC, haha…”

“I'm glad... Oh, and don't forget that you're not pathetic or disgusting, if you believe that shit I'll punch you.”

Leviathan chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles into you even more. “I know… I trust you and I love you.”

Being filled with bliss, you hug him back and kiss his sweaty forehead. A few minutes pass like this, but the heat of his body is simply so pleasant that you lose yourself in it a little, pressing him harder against your chest and nuzzling his hair sweetly, a hint of desire escaping and reminding you that you’re still missing your own climax.

The demon notices your craving immediately, your hot body and your need for more physical contact revealing that you are still aroused. Levi lets out a playful giggle and says in a whisper, “I think I still have to take care of you, right? It would be cruel to leave you like this…”

“Ah… I can't help it, sorry,” you say in a strangely embarrassed voice, which is too adorable for him. He subtly moves his face up to look at you and smiles, whispering deliciously, “Don't apologize for anything, MC… I'm yours and you're mine… Let me just… give it to you…”

The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, but more than anything it's the strong anticipation that fills you right now. You smile back and bring his face closer to yours to give him a warm kiss that quickly turns passionate and wet, your tongues intertwining irresistibly. His arms wrap around you while your hands caress his hair, massaging his scalp full of devotion.

“Levi… Anything… Give me anything you can,” you say in a voice almost pained with hunger and desire as your eyes slowly close overwhelmed, to avoid looking at him so closely now that you're giving him the control. "Yes my love. Don't worry, Levi will take care of you,” he responds with almost the same intensity, but also happy to give you back even a part of everything you just gave him.

With a silent and sinister movement, you feel his tail again enveloping your thigh and rubbing your entrance, making you jump a little and let out a soft whine. “L-Levi…!” He looks at you studying your reaction while the tip of the scaly appendage begins to delightfully rub against your wet folds once again, satisfied to get that response out of you so quickly. “You like my tail… No matter what you say, you are as perverted as me…”

“H-Hey, don't insult me like that- Ah! Mmm…” you are able to answer him not so eloquently before you begin to give in to the pleasure. “...It's because it's perfect... You are perfect...”

He can't help but feel tremendously praised and content to receive those words, almost blushing as he usually does at any open display of affection from your part, but right now, that warmth only encourages him more to satisfy you and bring you to your climax. His tail continues to move playfully between your legs, stimulating on the outside before entering again, using its flexibility in order to touch everywhere it can reach, eliciting a string of sweet breathy moans from you. Right now, it sounds irresistible to his ears.

The sensation is simply too delicious, the tickling under your skin and the sensuality of the movements quickly taking you to the peak of your pleasure as you can only cry his name, still caressing and gripping his hair lovingly and desperately. One of his hands stops embracing you as he takes it to your abdomen, touching and fondling your stomach in small circles before traveling up to your breasts. He touches them gently at first, brushing the palm of his hand gently over your erect nipples, then rubbing them with his fingers. You let out a soft groan as he pinches one of the nubs, and then shamelessly squeezes your tit with his palm while he places a moist kiss to your jaw. The mixture of pleasant sensations becomes quickly too much for you.

“Ah! Levi, I’m… I’m coming…” you warn him some seconds before the inevitable, his voice a whisper of sweet nothings right in your ear. “Do it, come for me. You are so beautiful, so perfect, I love you. Don’t ever leave me, you’re mine forever, I love you…”

His cheesy words would make you hide ashamed in another context, but right now they only bring you to your orgasm while his tail, devoid of any mercy, continues to move strongly in your pussy, abusing your clit and rubbing the sweetest places inside you. You can't help the loud sounds that escape your throat, a high-pitched cry that Levi would drown out if he only reached and claimed your lips with his, but he decides to let the sound envelop him and enjoy the exquisite voice of your pleasure. Suddenly, you can only see white as your eyes shut and you feel your consciousness escape while your climax takes over you, the only thing grounding you to this place is the demon holding you against him.

“Yeah, that's right, just like that… Look at you, you're so warm and beautiful, my love…” He whispers while you convulse, caressing your thigh as his tail finally leaves your crotch, freeing you from any over-stimulation and letting you catch your breath. Heavy pants come out of your mouth while you fall completely limp on the sheets, letting yourself be cuddled by Levi, who’s tenderly pecking your face with little kisses before placing his face between your shoulder and your neck, letting you rest. “Yeah… so perfect and adorable,” he keeps murmuring.

…

Slowly, your thoughts come back into coherent shape, and all you can think about is how talkative he gets, especially when he's this excited. This man just won't shut the fuck up. Ever. But it’s fine, his voice is comforting in these moments of intimacy. With a slight smile, you kiss his sweaty forehead, convinced that you're not in much better shape. Everything is so warm and comfortable as he said, his body against yours feels like a comforting dream.

“That was fun, don't you think? Although I must admit… it makes me cringe a little now remembering-” You pause as you’re filled with sudden embarrassment. “Aaahhh, I'm sorry for saying so many strange things,” you tell him, strangely nervous. But he turns to look at you with an expression... similar to yours, his big eyes seeming to finally become aware of everything that happened.

“N-No, I-I, ahhh!” he says embarrassed as well, his face turning impossibly redder. “N-No, b-but no matter what, I won’t regret it! It was amazing! All I ever wanted! You are amazing and aaaggghhh-!” He blurts out to you, trying to reassure both of you that there is no reason to be ashamed, although his exaggerated expression is even more embarrassing to look at. You stare at him and laugh lightly. Nothing like a good cringey moment from Levi to forget your own discomfort.

“Okay, okay, baby… Everything's okay, haha…” you say with a softer voice as you press in to hug him closer and bury your face in his chest, hiding. You feel him embrace you back with an awkward giggle, both of you ignoring for now the deplorable state you're in and the need for a shower.

A smile decorates your face as you remember all you got to see and hear from him today. You strongly believe there’s no way this will be the first and last time you do this. Not after you had so much fun, despite the cringe. 

There is still so much more you have to experience together. And you can’t wait for it.

[fallecupid]

"how could i love you?"

.ᐟ.ᐟ warnings :ㅤ angst!dean.ㅤvampire!reader.ㅤgn!reader.ㅤㅤㅤword count: 6k

( author's note : i apologize in advance for errors in this text / vague wording / words that are incorrect in meaning ( if any are present in the content. ) english is not my native language, everything written below has been translated by a translator. )

The heavy clanking of chains and the dampness of the basement hit you like cold water in the morning. Confusedly trying to get some focus of events, you shook your head, almost instantly calling out an irritated lurch somewhere behind you. The gears were slowly banging one against one in your brain, not ready to acknowledge the worst of it. Though it was clear in the back of your mind that it was Dean. You could have sworn you were about to meet his disappointed gaze, or worse, a silver bullet to the forehead.

The man grabbed your chin sharply, not even trying to control the force with which he squeezed the soft skin that once held you so sweetly against him. "Don't look away, the least you can do is look at me." Dean leaned in slightly, gritting his teeth almost to the point of grinding. "After all the shit you pulled on me. How long did you think you'd be a doormat?" He cut himself short, pulling away and crossing his arms over his chest as a low rumble came from you.

The noise intensified behind you, and within minutes Dean Winchester was standing in front of you. His green eyes darkened, like he saw some bastard he should take his life, but damn it was ironic. You pressed your lips together, unable to even look at him.

A tiny signal of how much pain he was holding you in. To his inner turmoil, Winchester let go, he would blame himself again and again later, but not now. "Just let me explain..." Your parched lips cracked as you tried in vain to moisten them with saliva. Winchester, squinted his eyes, unable to hide the way his inner demons were eating away at him.

He couldn't get his mind around how disgusting you were. The little snake he held close, the bloodsucker in the same bed as him. It was utter nonsense, but it was true. And the worst part was that he loved you, even now, through the prism of hatred, he loved you.

The man paced the damp floor, which creaked treacherously beneath him, sagging wetly. "Try explaining." The chilling tone cut into you like a knife to the heart, but with the stipulation that it had been spun a few times. Under that invisible vise, the only thing you could do was stare meekly at the floor, swaggering your words.

"I wanted to say earlier...But i was enjoying the moment too much, you know? All your love, your affection, your smile, those damn teases.... Everything was available to me, like I'd won the damn lottery." You didn't dare look at him, just squirmed.

Dean stopped, looking at you, pursing his lips. A weak excuse, you knew full well he was smashing heads with the likes of you every damn day, yet you still lived off of fortune. Either you were a goddamn lunatic or crazy in love. He almost suppressed a smirk, running those words through his head.

But the moment of weakness didn't last long, he would remember again the moments where you almost got caught. The perpetual night walks, the drops of blood caked on your clothes, the odd behavior, after all. But Dean was just a brainless puppy in love for turning a blind eye so easily. Now all he wanted to do was bang his head against the wall a few times to beat the crap out of himself and the idea that you deserved forgiveness.

Still circling beside you, he hissed in your ear, warm breath stated with dry speech. "That's a weak excuse. If you'd lost control and gnawed on a neighborhood, right? A city? You're dangerous as hell." The man touched your neck, nuzzling it in a light touch, averting his gaze. Now the gears were already working in his brain. It was as if some contradiction was showing its ugly head every time he spat those caustic words at you, every time he wanted to take your head off. God damn him.

Still clutching your neck, his eyes followed yours, those damn eyes full of fear and despair, those damn eyes in which he was drowning and still is. Those lips, now pressed almost to white, used to kiss him supplely. Your hair, the familiar tuft of hair that rippled against his skin. And it was now that it overwhelmed him, as if he were looking through an old family album.

But that's the thing about scrapbooks, they hold those memories that can only be remembered, not realized. You're a monster, you killed innocent people, manipulated them. Torn in a cycle of doubt, he didn't notice how damn hard he squeezed your throat, of course it wouldn't kill you, but noticeable discomfort it might bring.

"Shit shit shit shit, I-" As if coming out of a trance, he recoiled, looking at your face, you almost on the verge of tears. The irony was eerily funny, because he too felt a lump somewhere in the middle of his throat.

"Just tell me, what the hell? Why are you torturing me?" He pressed his lips together, running his fingers through his hair. "You know damn well I can't kill you, but you look at me like I'm the ultimate evil of all." Muttering quietly, Dean took a few deep breaths, looking at you slightly blurred.

Shit. He can't just take your life, not after you pulled him out of a shit hole, not after you helped him rebuild Sammy, not after you gave him a goddamn house. He found a piece of himself. He'd already lost one, his father, and he wasn't ready to lose one by his own stupid oversight.

In fact, you'll handle everything together, won't you? Dean knelt down in front of you, his hands convulsively squeezing your cheeks, on which tears had long since flowed. The man pressed his forehead against yours, his voice shaking like he was in forty-degree cold. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm a fool." He looked at you. "No, you're not.... Anyone in your shoes would have done the same." You muttered, meeting his gaze.

"I'm in my place right now and i'm being an idiot for letting myself love you." Bitter longing mixed with the heaviness of his voice as calloused fingers drew faint circles on your cheeks. "Hey... don't cry." Winchester leaned toward you, absorbing the regret in your eyes.

"That's right, you're a complete idiot for not shooting me in the head." Trembling, your hand tentatively reaches for his hair, groping the area. But here you are: he suppliantly reaches for you, unable to look at you anymore. It's as if all his hateful feeling has been washed away by the speech water, as if you were never a blood-singing brat and he never dreamed of killing you.

It's like everything's back to normal. He's beside you, you're stroking his hair, and he's tucking his lips into your shoulder. It's all so familiar, so warm. So much so that it could have been a happy dream, but no. We're in a harsh reality where every parasite will get to every innocent.

Just by that, you receive a crushing blow to the heart, his revolver filled with silver bullets poking into your soft chest. He doesn't even try to hold back the tears that are traitorously pouring out of him, the only thing he can do is scream as he stares at your now breathless body. Dean could have sworn there was a phrase frozen on your lips that cut his heart worse than any knife. "I love you."

Winchester's always been a hunter. No matter how long he pretends this doesn't concern him, he can't just leave it alone. Even if he's ready to shoot himself now, even if he feels himself shattering into a million pieces right now, he's still a hunter. And you, you're the vampire, the one he's hunting.

[goodluckclove]

Edgar Blog Takeover Sneak Peek!

Now Playing: Crosseyed and Painless - Talking Heads

For some reason I still think it's a good idea to try and make the recipes I come up with in my dreams. It's not like I have them all the time, but for some reason every time Katy takes me drinking I end up having crazy dreams where I end up making some kind of new meal.

This time it was onion ring nachos, and when I made them in my dream they made a lot of sense, right? I wasn't even surprised by myself in my dream. I was just like "yeah, hey, time to make onion ring nachos like I do all the time". So on a subconscious level I must have found it a viable idea. And then when I woke up I was - well, hungover. Very hungover. We tried to make picklebacks without a recipe so I think I was drunk off Jameson and just...brine. Ugh.

But through the headache I also didn't really think it was a bad idea, you know? People make chili cheese fries. That already exists, I didn't make that up. And I had just gone grocery shopping with Katy so she had actual food in her apartment - plus she had an air fryer. I wish I had an air fryer. I'm the only one that uses her air fryer. I wonder if she'd notice if I stole her air fryer.

Anyways, the recipe seemed simple. Just regular oven nachos with a basic canned chili sauce (I'm not about to, like, brown ground beef. Pull out the cumin? From where? I brought sea salt flakes to Katy's place once when I was making dinner and she acted like I pulled out a dish of caviar. And she wonders why I ask her in advance if she has butter), only you substitute onion rings for tortilla chips.

Cook the onion rings before hand, at least ten minutes longer than what the directions on the bag say because the directions on the bag are wrong most of the time. Then heat up the chili and drizzle it with shredded cheese and whatever toppings you can find in your trash-eating best friend's kitchen. Katy has maybe six different hot sauces, which is totally not excessive for someone who can't remember to keep bread stocked in their place.

When I plated it it seemed real. That's stupid. You know what I mean - it seemed like a meal. I even arranged the onion rings so they were more overlapping to allow a better distribution of chili. I sort of figured this was a fork meal, because even if you char the rings when you broil them with the chili they'll moisten and gain an uneven weight that doesn't make them great for picking up by hand. Other than that, I could see some bullshit food truck selling something like this for too much money.

Eating it was not great. I think the first thing I realized when I ate it was the importance of tortilla chips as a concept. Those motherfuckers are sturdy, with a surface area that actually allows the nacho to exist as a proper experience. Taste wise it was pretty good, slightly sweet from the cooked onion, salty and savory from the chili and hot sauces. But fuck it, I'll say it - the texture was bad. You shouldn't eat a food and only process the taste. I might as well have had it as a drink, it was unnerving.

It would work better if I just dipped the onion rings in the chili, and now I'm upset that I didn't just do that. So stupid.

Katy liked it. I ate about a third of the serving before it started depressing me, but then when I came back after taking a shower she'd taken the plate back to her daybed in the living room and was just sort of...eating seems like the wrong way to put it. Absorbing, maybe. Slurping? Whatever she was doing it was very slug-like and I think she was still probably kind of drunk.

Anyway dreams are dumb and tortilla chips are important. There's your lesson for the day.

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 6/58

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

Six Weeks Later

She’s in his lap, facing him, the heat of their bare skin pressed together as she grinds her hips desperately. She can feel him, the stretch of him inside her, the slip of his shaft as it brushes over her clit again and again. She digs her fingernails into the flesh of his neck, accepting his hungry kisses as she moans into his mouth. He speaks to her, unintelligible words that make her swell and peak, pleasure coursing through her limbs—

Dana wakes to the throb of an orgasm thrumming between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together and moans before bringing her hand down to press on her strobing clit over her pajama pants. It’s not enough, so she slips that hand under her panties and groans at how wet she is. Moistening her fingers, she slides them back and forth across her hood and is surprised when she comes again, not as strong but still very much welcome. She muffles her whimpers with her head turned into the pillow, and realizes that she has no idea how long it’s been since she last had an orgasm.

The door clicks open and she freezes, her fingers resting over her still throbbing clit. She waits, anticipating the sleepy whine of a child and preemptively embarrassed that she may have woken them.

“Dana?” Cal’s voice whispers across the darkened room.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? I thought I heard something.”

Her cheeks flame, and she discreetly slips her hand out of her pants as she changes position.

Michelle had recently inquired, very gently, about the state of her relationship with Cal. She posed the question as whether Dana had returned to their shared bedroom, but the underlying question about whether they had resumed a sexual relationship was obvious. When she informed Michelle that she was still sleeping in the guest room and that a few brief hugs were the extent of her physical contact with him, Dana was asked, without judgment, why that was.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Dana had admitted.

“Are you not attracted to him?” Michelle asked.

“No, I am. He’s a very good-looking man, actually.”

“Is it possible that there’s some guilt regarding your infidelity?”

Dana considered the idea for a moment, then pulled in a deep breath.

“I think that might be part of it. I think I also feel a bit of insecurity about whether I’ll be able to live up to whatever the nature of our sexual relationship was before my accident. In 1992 I’d had a few sexual partners, only one of which would qualify as long term, and it seems likely that I’ll be lacking some—skill, as well as some context,” she said, her eyes on Michelle’s shoulder. “Long term partners may have done more advanced exploration. They know each other’s bodies well, what the other likes and doesn’t like. They may have predictable routines or order of operations—”

“You’re worried you’ll be a lousy lay?” Michelle joked, and Dana laughed mirthlessly.

“Pretty much,” she agreed.

“I think that’s a very reasonable fear. And I think you should consider talking with Calvin about it. Just putting it out there, laying it all on the table, so to speak, can take a lot of the pressure off. I gather he hasn’t asked why you aren’t ready to be physically intimate with him?”

“No,” Dana said emphatically. “He’s very, very respectful. I honestly think if I slept in the guest room for the rest of our lives he may never make mention of it.”

“Sounds like a low pressure situation,” Michelle commented. “It’s pretty ideal, really, all things considered.” Dana nodded. “I’d like to give you some homework, Dana, with the caveat that you should only do this if you feel ready to push yourself and rekindle your romantic relationship with Calvin.”

“I think I am,” Dana said, feeling nervous. “I will admit that it feels a bit lonely at times, being so distant from him.”

“Okay, then here’s what I’d like you to challenge yourself to do: touch him in some way that doesn’t feel completely platonic. That might be a kiss, or a more intimate hug, or maybe just holding hands. Whatever feels good and attainable, try it out and see how it feels. Don’t put pressure on yourself to move back into the master bedroom or have sex, just crack open that door to intimate physical contact and see if you’re inclined to want to walk through it. How does that sound?”

Dana nodded, feeling both afraid and hopeful.

“I think I can do that,” she’d said. “I think I’d like to try.”

“Sorry,” Dana says to Cal, whose silhouette is backlit by the nightlight in the hallway. “I had a dream—a nightmare. I think maybe I was talking in my sleep,” she lies.

Cal crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Do you remember what it was about?” he asks.

She thinks of him, the man. His mossy green eyes, and the way he moved inside her.

“No,” she says, guilt coiling in her gut.

“Do you need anything?” Cal asks gently.

She is quiet for a beat, then slides her hand, the same that is still damp from her wet dream, across the comforter until the tips of her fingers collide with his.

“Will you lay with me?” she asks, her heart racing.

She can feel his surprise heating up the air in the room, and she senses him tempering his enthusiasm.

“Of course,” he says, standing and pulling back the covers.

He slides in beside her, lying on his back with just a sliver of space between their bodies. She feels a swell of affection at just how patient he is, how respectful, how incredibly understanding he has been every step of the way. Despite everything, she feels lucky that he is the one she chose to marry, and that he is the one who is by her side through this. Most of the men she dated in the past became frustrated after just a few days without sex, and here Cal has gone over a month without so much as a kiss and he has made zero complaints. Perhaps this is one of the reasons she was drawn to him in the first place.

She scoots closer to him and gently lays her cheek on his bare chest. He immediately pulls his arm free and wraps it around her back, which allows her to snuggle even closer. She rests her hand on his belly, and after a few minutes she drapes her leg over his. Cal sniffs wetly and pulls in a shuddering breath, and again guilt kicks at her.

“Are you okay?” she asks, mirroring his question from just a few minutes ago.

“Yes,” he says hoarsely. “I’ve just missed this—missed you—so much, mija.”

The emotion in his voice and the warmth of his body against hers make her feel like she’s been missing it too, if you can miss something you don’t remember.

“I’m sorry—” she starts, but he quickly stops her.

“You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not your fault. This happened to both of us, Dana,” he insists, and it’s far from the first time he’s said it to her. “Let’s get back to sleep, okay?” he continues, giving her a light squeeze. “The kids will be up in a couple hours, and you have a big day tomorrow.”

She sighs, sinking further into the comfort of a body that knows and loves her, and sleeps a deep, dreamless sleep.

When she wakes again, the mellow light of dawn washes the room in shades of blue. She is on her side and Cal is curled up behind her, his breath warming the crown of her head. She stretches a little, flexing the muscles in her back and inadvertently pushing her backside into his pelvis.

Cal stirs, humming in his sleep and thrusting gently against her, and she feels the firmness of his nocturnal erection jab her ass. She stills, both embarrassed and aroused, and briefly debates wriggling back against him to see what will happen. She doesn’t get the chance to.

The door flies open and Abby marches into the room, climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards them. Cal jolts awake and turns his head to look at her, then touches Dana’s hip and pulls her even closer, perhaps to conceal himself from the child.

“Daddy?” Abby asks in an accusatory tone. “What are you doing in Mommy’s room?”

“We’re having a slumber party,” Cal says groggily. “Go downstairs, honey, I’ll come make you breakfast in a minute.”

The child does as she’s told, and they listen until they hear the slap of her bare feet on the hardwood.

“Sorry,” Cal says, though he does not pull away from her.

“It’s okay,” Dana replies, glad that he cannot see her face.

“Is it?” he asks hesitantly. “Okay, I mean? Is this okay?”

“I want it to be,” she answers after a beat. “But I’m afraid—what if it’s not how you remember it?”

He shifts down so that his pelvis is no longer touching hers and hooks his chin over her shoulder.

“You’re worried about that?” he asks. “You think I’ll be disappointed?”

“I think…I think that I’m missing nearly eight years of knowledge and experience. So yes, I worry that I’ll disappoint you,” she admits, and as Michelle had promised, she immediately feels a weight lift off her chest.

“I’m glad you told me,” he says, running the tips of his fingers over her forearm. “But I think you’re wrong.”

“You do?”

“I mean—if you’re basically yourself from 1992, and we met in 1993, I can say from experience that I was not at all disappointed by 1992 Dana’s skills in the bedroom,” he offers.

“That’s good to hear,” she says uncomfortably, and he laughs a little.

“We can take things as slow as you want, mija,” he says softly. “I won’t expect you to bring back the whips and chains right away,” he adds, and she rolls to her back to give him an incredulous look.

“Are you serious?” she asks, and he smiles broadly.

“I’m just messing with you,” he says coyly. “Not that I’m not open to the idea.”

Her belly tumbles and she rolls her eyes. Cal’s expression softens, and something anticipatory settles over them.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” he asks, his jaw twitching to the side nervously. “It’s okay if you’re not ready.”

Dana swallows, thinking about her morning breath and the fact that Daniel is the last person she can remember kissing. Thinking about the man from her dreams, and whether he or Cal is the last person with whom she actually shared a kiss. But none of that should matter, she’s learned, because here and now is all she has.

She nods softly and Cal sighs. He touches her cheek, his eyes searching her face before he leans forward and presses his lips against hers. It’s chaste but lingering, and while it doesn’t feel familiar it does feel good. He begins to pull away and she arches her neck up, kissing him again. She feels the brush of his tongue against her bottom lip, and again they are interrupted.

“Daddy!” Abby calls from downstairs, and Cal pulls away from her with a laugh.

“She has a knack for that, be forewarned,” he says, kissing her once more and then rolling out of the bed. “It’s a miracle we ever managed to conceive Pete.”

She watches him with a smile as he leaves the room, then gets out of bed herself and initiates the task of waking up Peter.

Today she returns to her job at St. Agnes hospital, though only part time. While her tenure there prior to her accident had been short, they were pleased enough with her performance during that time that they were happy to accommodate a slow ramp up to full time work. She opted for a four-hour shift that will still allow her to take Abby to the bus stop and be there when she gets home, which should hopefully also ease the family’s adjustment to having two working parents.

There are all the trappings of what has become a typical morning: Blue’s Clues and Eggos, lunches packed and children dressed, Cal returning from his shower in a trim black suit and tie. But there are new things too: Dana dresses in khaki pants and a blouse instead of comfortable house clothes, she puts on a little bit of makeup and curls the ends of her hair. When Cal dispenses vitamins and brings her her Numerol, he steps up close and smirks as she smiles behind her coffee cup. Something feels lighter and exciting, like the thrill of a new relationship, which it may as well be for her. He holds the pill out and when she moves to take it, he clamps his fist closed.

“Gotta pay the toll,” he says playfully, and she sets her mug down on the counter behind her.

She touches his waist, her heart fluttering as he leans down and kisses her. It’s just a brush of a kiss, a teasing whisper across her lips, and she feels the pull of desire bloom low in her belly. He pulls away, still smiling, and holds his hand back out. She swallows the pill with her coffee, helps Peter put his shoes on, and escorts the men of the family to the car before bidding them farewell with more kisses and wishes of good luck.

The late spring morning is bright and already warm, and she walks Abby the three blocks to the bus stop with their clasped hands swinging between them.

“Do you love Daddy again?” Abby asks in the candid, unafraid way that children do.

Dana is surprised, both by the question and by the realization that she hasn’t at any point considered whether she loves Cal, or did, or will. It simply never crossed her mind.

“What makes you ask that, Sweetpea?” she replies, question for question.

“Daddy sleeped in your room so maybe that means you love him again,” Abby says matter-of-factly.

They arrive at the corner where the bus will pick Abby up for school, and Dana tries to decide how to answer.

“I didn’t stop loving Daddy,” she says, though it may not be entirely true. “My brain just got confused for a while after I hit my head and I think I forgot why I loved him, but I’m starting to remember.”

Abby considers this for a moment.

“Did you forget why you loved me, too?” she asks, and Dana kicks herself for not thinking her explanation through.

“No, Sweetpea.” She crouches down, bringing herself eye level to her daughter and pushing a lock of the child’s untamed hair behind her ear. “The way a mommy loves her children is easy. I love you because you’re mine, and I always will, no matter what. You don’t need to worry about that, okay?”

“Okay.”

Daisy, the little girl from across the street, joins them and the children sing a pop song and dance a clearly choreographed dance that makes Dana’s cheeks ache from smiling.

“Oops I did it again, I played with your heart, got lost in the game,” they squawk between giggles, and finally the bus pulls up and carries them off to school, Abby waving at her from the window until it rounds the corner out of sight.

Dana walks back to the house and spends a bit of time nervously tidying and checking her purse repeatedly to be sure she hasn’t somehow misplaced her wallet or cell phone since the last time she checked. She rifles through a stack of mail and flyers from Abby’s elementary school, separating them into things that need to be filed versus shredded versus paid, and comes across the legal pad on which Cal had written helpful notes for her when she first arrived home. It’s both painful and sweet to remember the care he took in trying to make her feel comfortable, and she finds herself looking forward to this evening when she can see him again. She feels a pang of excitement at the idea of curling up on the couch, side by side, and sneaking kisses during commercial breaks of their favorite show. She decides to save the sheet of paper, so she tears it off the pad and goes upstairs to put it in her keepsake box in the closet. Just as she’s slipping it under the lid, something occurs to her and she unfolds it and looks at it again.

Calvin Micheal Rose 5/29/1962

That’s next week. Cal’s birthday is in less than seven days. Relieved to have remembered while she still has a bit of time to plan, she stashes the paper and hurries back downstairs to slip into her heels and head to the hospital. On the drive across town, she tries to think of something special that they might do, but quickly realizes that she doesn’t know enough to pinpoint what might feel special to him. Birthday planning serves as enough of a distraction that it’s not until she pulls into the parking lot and passes a sign reading “St. Agnes Hospital, Provider Entrance” that nerves twist again in her belly.

She stands on the sidewalk outside the doors for a full minute, pulling in deep breaths and letting them out slowly. You can do this, she encourages herself. Finally, she walks toward the glass doors and they slide open, blasting her with warm, antiseptic air as she passes into the vestibule.

Suddenly, she feels lightheaded. She stops, touching her fingers lightly against the wall beside her to ground herself. An acute and haunting sense of deja vu creeps up her spine, and for a moment she’s afraid she’s going to be sick. Someone touches her arm, and she turns her head and tilts her chin up with an uncanny expectation that she will see a familiar face beside her.

“Ma’am?” a muted voice asks, and Dana blinks, shaking her head softly. She looks down and sees a wiry older woman in scrubs peering at her curiously. “Ma’am, are you alright?” the woman asks, her voice and her face coming more fully into focus.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Dana replies, easing herself away from the wall and walking unsteadily through the second set of doors. “I just got a little dizzy. I think I forgot to eat breakfast.”

“Would you like me to get a doctor for you?” the woman asks, following her towards the front desk just inside the doors.

“No, thank you. Actually, I am a doctor, today is my first day. Or my first day back, I suppose.”

“Oh, are you Dr. Rose?” the woman asks with a smile, and Dana nods. “Just take a seat right there, Dr. Rose, I'll page Dr. Thomas for you.”

Dana sits on a small padded bench and waits, unsettled by the familiar feeling she had when she walked through the doors. It’s not the fact that this place feels familiar that unsettles her, and really it should be some comfort to her that it does. But the familiarity wasn’t as much with the space itself as the way it made her feel, and how she felt was afraid.

No, not afraid. Terrified.

Tagging @today-in-fic

[wonderfuldeath]

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Trust Me

• July 31 •

Warnings : Fluff, love, submission

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“- You look worried, is it because we're going into an environment you don't like? I told you, if you want, I can give myself up.”

- No, I want to be here. I've heard that Mr. Min has planned something quite��� Cruel for Jimin's parents, I want to witness it.”

Yet Taehyung does look worried, his eyes riveted on his fingers, he seems to be in deep thought, not one of those pleasant ones that help us focus. Jungkook lets out a small sigh, he could be animalistic during lovemaking, or dry and brittle during their arguments, but he loved Taehyung dearly. He moved closer to him, running a hand through his lover's hair, before kissing him on the forehead. The older man smiles a little as he seems to be in a much better mood, which relaxes Jungkook.

“- Are you ready?

- Not yet, I need to choose some accessories. Which pin do you prefer, this one or the red one?

- No clothes, we give up and let ourselves go like beasts.

- I'll wear the blue one, Jimin likes it.”

Jungkook's eyes darkened at his lover's little joke, but Taehyung paid him no mind, just smiled playfully before kissing him tenderly, making him forget why he was so jealous. The road to the Park estate seemed far too short for Kim, who couldn't stop moving his leg nervously. He'd never met them, or even seen them, but ever since he was little, Taehyung had imagined them as headless demons, or even more terrifying creatures. He knew it was stupid, it couldn't be like that, Jimin was a normal man, so his parents must have looked like normal people too. What was even more terrifying was that we shouldn't abandon our children, shouldn't we? The businessman's tender hand rested against his restless leg, and Taehyung didn't need to lift his head, already knowing that Jungkook must be really worried about him. The reception room chosen by the Parks is absolutely sublime, very much in keeping with the times they lived in, yet with a modern twist with its electric lights. Taehyung had always wanted them, but Jungkook didn't trust them. What would they do if one day, it caught fire. Marquis Kim, a close cousin of the emperor, had paid the price six months ago, the poor man had lost his whole life in one night, his wife burnt to a crisp, until there was nothing left but a fold of Kimono. The flames had swallowed even his wedding ring. So Jungkook preferred to remain cautious with technological advances, of course, he often sang to him that he'd rather end up in hell than live without Taehyung, and that was surely true.

“- Mister Jeon, you're beautiful. Who's this guy?

- This is Mr. Kim, one of my closest business associates.

- Is he really? I've never heard of you.

- We sell objects… Quite difficult socially, if you know what I mean.

- Oh.”

Madame Park looked ravishing in her red designer dress, perched in her tiny heels, she looked like a little girl with her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the information, she gently moistened her lips before resuming the conversation on something else. Taehyung could only gloat inwardly, obviously, their relationship was only for very restricted private circles, they couldn't sing to the whole world that they were more than friends, he'd be burnt at the stake without warning. But that didn't mean Taehyung was lying; he really was selling counter-tape items under the cover of Jungkook's carpet business. Cigarettes, women of joy, children, if you could pay, Taehyung found the merchandise, otherwise, the Jeon family business would never have taken off so well.

“- When I think that my son has such rich friends, I'm moved. It was a real shock when I lost him, you know?

- We can't imagine your pain.

- No, no one can. Well, maybe the poor people we're celebrating tonight. But please, frolic at your leisure, this is your home.”

Taehyung had to bite his blood to hold back his deceit, it wasn't even worth insulting him. So he turned his attention to the grand banquet, several dishes served on pretty plates that only high society could boast of, so this wasn't the first visible scam by this dear Madame Park.

He enjoyed it without thinking, biting into things he'd never eaten before, probably from a faraway land. Dates aren't so bad when mixed with figs, but they're disgusting when you eat more than two.

“- Are you eating to forget your misfortune?

- To forget how gorgeous you are, and with a creep who'll beat the shit out of me if I try anything.

- Stop it, Yoongi wanted… To celebrate the return of my parents. Although it's obviously just my mother.

- Nervous?

- Do we still have time to go horseback riding together?”

Taehyung smiled, handing Jimin a glass of good wine. He was truly breathtaking, in a very open outfit for the time, his belly uncovered, his pants pressed to his legs, he was breathtakingly beautiful. And if Taehyung wasn't so loyal, he would have courted her. Jimin didn't hesitate to drink in one gulp, watching the little world arriving even more nervously, struggling to swallow, he nearly choked on his drink, causing Taehyung to react rather quickly. More frightened than hurt, the dancer seemed on the verge of fainting or crying, surely he was still thinking about it. And Taehyung comforts him as best he can. Eventually, the performance begins, and everyone joins the open-air seats around a wooden stage that had certainly been laid down in the morning. Taehyung settles comfortably into the cushions provided for the nobles, giving the host of the evening a red eye.

“- I'm sorry, Mr. Kim, but unfortunately only the big names are allowed to sit here.

- But I'm with Mr Jeon.

- That makes it even, go and sit in the back, I'll take care of him.”

Taehyung seems on the point of protesting, understanding perfectly what this savage had in mind, but Jungkook reacts much more quickly, placing a delicate hand on his lover's shoulder, he looks at Madame Park with an unmistakable gaze.

“- Unfortunately, if Mr. Kim has to leave his seat, I'll have to do so too. I can't take part in such an event without him, otherwise I'm in trouble. Would you also like me to change seats?

- Of course not. Please excuse my attitude, Mr. Kim can stay here.

- Thank you, Madame Park.

- Oh please, call me Minori.”

Jungkook smirked as the young woman left, a little ashamed of the little scene she'd created on her own. Taehyung blushed a little embarrassed, perhaps Jungkook's words were just hot air, but it touched him that he thought so. In the end, the two of them, and of course a hundred nobles, watched in amazement as Jimin's prowess as a dancer took their breath away. His movements were breathtakingly perfect, and even if at times it was obvious to the trained eye that he was in a state of total improvisation, due to forgotten dance steps, this didn't spoil the experience in the least. Everyone seemed to catch a breath they hadn't seen stopped, as Jimin breathlessly rejoined the front of the stage. Greeting the audience in a majestic curtsey, before hearing the torrent of applause erupt just for him, and of course the pianist who had accompanied him.

“- He's my son, you know! Isn't he wonderful?”

For a moment, you'd think Madame Park had been on stage with him, as she struts around asking for money, pointing to a donation box in the snack aisle, before a new activity is introduced. Everyone huffs and puffs, talking about young Park's perfect choreography and his more than promising future in a troupe, before a lighter moment served up by Yoongi alone is offered, leaving the guests to wander in a softer mood, the Min's fingering a true marvel to their ears and once again everyone can only ask for more when it all stops. Madame Park then takes to the stage, clapping her hands to demand everyone's attention. A thousand eyes turn to look at the young woman, who doesn't seem really surprised or nervous, obviously used to this kind of event. Rather suspicious for a lady weeping over her fate as a poor, grieving widow, having lost her child in the war, but then again, nobody says much, transfixed by what she has to say.

“- Ladies and gentlemen, today is a great day. My reunion with my only son, fortunately, life has led me to discover that…

- Only son?

- Was he?”

Everyone remains silent, as a man with the same boyish cheeks as Jimin appears on the scene, his eyes looking as if they're going to shoot lightning bolts as he glares at the young woman, pointing an accusing finger at her. Taehyung looks at Jungkook, curious to know if he knew anything about this, and Jungkook replies in the soft negative, clearly even happier to be here than he'd expected.

“- You're an ungrateful old hag! You've eaten my money and you're going to eat everyone else's!

- W-Who are you, and how did you get in here? Guard!

- Ji-Hyun is my brother? You told me he was stillborn!

- I don't know what you're talking about, Jimin. Come on, cut the joke, will you?

- This isn't a joke! I've already told everyone about your little prank during intermission. Ladies and gentlemen, you may now read the menu.”

Everyone seemed to pounce on the gossip, vigorously opening the cards handed out discreetly by the waiters, under the stunned gaze of Minori, who seemed to beg to have them taken away. Ji-Hyun Park's birth certificate was mixed up with Jimin's abandonment certificate, emblazoned and signed by the same hand that had signed the official invitations. Minori Park was lost, all the nobles of South Korea were now aware of the deception, but also of his desire to steal their money. People don't stay long, and Jungkook didn't let Taehyung stay to make sure his best friend was all right, telling him to stay out of it for the time being.

“- We'll pay them a visit, I promise. But for now, it's not our place.

- All right, then. As you wish.

- Thank you.”

The days passed painfully for Taehyung, jumping at the letter carrier every day hoping for a letter from Jimin, telling him he was all right. But nothing. And it seems to hurt Jungkook to see him moping in front of the mailbox.

“- It takes two weeks on horseback, and a month for a letter. Don't be so impatient, I'm sure you'll hear from him soon.

- Shall we go and see him?

- Yoongi told us his house was being renovated, so we can't go to the Min estate, and I refuse to room with you at the inn.”

Taehyung's pout changes, but he says nothing, going back to moping against the window sill, staring into space as the hours and days go by. However, just as summer was coming to an end, when the leaves had begun to turn orange, heralding the start of the cold season, a letter smelling of sweet candy and marshmallows reached Taehyung's hands. He had rushed into Jungkook's office, calligraphing an authentic tapestry for the emperor himself, almost having to resume six months' work in a matter of seconds.

“- Jimin is well! He's inviting us to the inauguration of their new theater in the Min estate!

- Really? That's reassuring. When is it?

- In a month, let's hurry! We'll finish your canvas and hitch up the carriage! We leave tonight!

- Whoa, what's the rush?

- I haven't seen Jimin for a whole month, I want to make sure with my own eyes that he's doing well. Anyway, I'm going, with or without you.

- Good, good. Ask the servants to prepare the carriage, I'll be done in an hour.

- I love you.”

And like the end of the summer breeze, Taehyung was gone as quickly as he'd arrived, on his way to carry the direct order of the head of the house, giggling to himself as he resumed his meticulous work, lighter for seeing his lover alive and so happy.

[otterandterrier]

Hi! I’m thinking of getting a cat but I’m scared it’s gonna be more work than anticipated. Do you have any tips or things I absolutely should know?

Hello there! Okay, yes, I have thoughts that I can share, but first of all I want to preface this with ADOPT, DON'T SHOP if you do end up getting a cat (or dog!) 😊

So, first things first: yes, cat are work! as they are living beings that have needs! like a dog or a kid! and people often don't think that's the case when they adopt a cat, and some cats are fine and their people are fine, but some are not! And some cats might have special needs you don't know about! And whether it ends up being bearable work or not also depends on your attitude/mental health/energy levels/workload/etc.!

If you're worrying about whether it's going to be too much work for you, I'm guessing you're not a chill, laissez-faire person, which... same! Tbh more people should be a little bit more like us and think things through 😛 (That said, too much worry can be anxiety making up monsters in the tall grass.)

I don't want to scare you off adopting, but I will tell you my experience (under the cut because it got rambly):

So I have a black cat that we adopted with my family at their house, with a backyard and places to go. Obviously, he has needs and quirks and all, but he grew up as outdoors/indoors, in a house with three people who could take care of him, and is fairly aloof and independent. He has other issues going on but I won't get into that here.

Now I live alone in a studio apartment with no balcony or patio. For a while I really wanted a cat, and then at one point I was like "you know what, I'm good". Then this perfectly domesticated young cat showed up at my parents', and finding a family for him was too much trouble when he seemed like such a good fit for an apartment, so I took him in, and... yes, he is a pretty good kitty, but:

It turns out he can't keep down dry food and is a glutton, which means he can't be left alone for long periods of time since I can't leave a full bowl of kibble. It also means I have to clean up vomit often. I did not know this beforehand. My solution has been to moisten his kibble in advance because I can't afford wet food weekly, so I basically have to prepare food for him every day.

If I don't keep him up during the day, he stays up all night. He still wakes me up several times at night (I've been sleeping like shit since october) and he likes to bat things off surfaces. Which means I've pretty much had to clear my dinner table, and every night I have to secure the things on my desk, and put a pillow on my night table, so instead he zooms across the bed (: Oh, also, I'd just gotten a new bedspread and sheets, which I had to temporarily stop using because he'd scratch at them.

Since I live in an apartment with no airflow, I need litter that works. I don't have many options and some of them are expensive. Silica gel, for example - costs a lot, and the brand I got didn't even last the four weeks it promised. The litter I've found that really absorbs pee smell and isn't expensive is pine pellets, which track a lot. My sort of solution: mix it with regular (non-clumping) litter (little white stones) so that it filters out some of the sawdust. I still have to sift it daily, which is work! I also have a little box with a curved border, but litter still gets out.

Darcy also has long-ish hair, and has a cardboard scratching triangle he loves, so again, I have to clean very often (or suck it up). I bought a vacuum cleaner for this reason.

I thought having a big window would keep him entertained, but he's not a huge fan of the outside, so since he has nothing else to do (and I don't want him to sleep all day!), I need to play with him through the day, which I can only do because I work a lot from home.

Where I'm going with this is that adopting him meant changing my life a lot to accommodate him. Maybe someone reading this is like "wtf?? that's nothing! why are you scaring this person off adopting a cat over normal cat experiences??" But that's what I mean: people are different, and cats are too - and you can't control how your cat is going to be like. I love Darcy and wanted to give him a home, but sometimes I miss when I could be lazy in bed for as long as I wanted without a little guy crying for me to get up even though I just fed him! or leave for the day without worrying about coming back early because the little guy hasn't eaten since this morning! Adopting him pretty much reinforced my decision to not have human children.

As for general tips that I can think of:

If you're worried about it being too much work, get an adult cat - kittens are so much more work, they're more destructive, and you don't know what their personality is going to be like.

One of the most important things you're going to have to invest in is food - get good food! If you're worried about your cat liking/tolerating the brand, get a small bag and see how that goes. Kibble is not evil btw.

Closed litter boxes seem like The solution, but not all cats like that. So if you can't really splurge on one, just don't - it might be a waste of money. Try a box with a curved border instead, or one of those with a sifter if you go with pine pellets. Don't line the bottom with a bag, I haven't tried it but I've read cats aren't a fan. Also, the box should be fairly big for the cat! Mine is on the small side because I overestimated things... occasionally his butt misses it 😬

Don't throw cat poop down the toilet because it's bad, and don't put the cat poop in your regular trash bin even in a separate, closed bag because it will stink up the room every time you need to open it. My solution: I got a small steel trash can, lined the bottom with some litter (because inside it's a removable plastic box), and put the poop in a bag that I close. It keeps the smell in for at least a full day. The important thing is that wherever you put the poop in has a fitted lid I think. Some people might use fancier stuff like diaper genies?? but that's super expensive here and not common.

A scratching thing is your cat's bff! Darcy has one of these triangles, which he took to immediately (I'd bought it for my other cat years ago and he never used it). My mom also made him one of the regular ones like this, but he only uses the carpeted base as a scratcher 🤷‍♀️

If you have plants, you need to be careful because many indoor plants are toxic to cats. I was super worried about it because I do have several of those, but luckily Darcy doesn't want to chomp down on my plants. But it's something you have to watch out for, and if you're too worried, get rid of them or put them somewhere the cat can't reach. AND get him a little planter with cat grass he can munch on! That way he'd be less inclined to look for a tasty plant.

A lot of cat toys are going to be a waste of money. Start with a wand, if you can get two wands to switch them up, even better. You can improvise a slow feeder ball and other types of puzzles with cardboard tubes to see if your cat likes that! Try DYI toys before buying something expensive. They say cats love water fountains too, but they're also expensive and what if your cat doesn't love it? Also, catnip? Neither of my cats gives a crap about that.

It's more work, but it's better if you don't let them to feed freely, especially if they're indoors and neutered. What I do is play 5-10 minutes with him before feeding him. Also, you're supposed to feed 3-4 times a day a certain amount according to the cat's weight... HA. I feed Darcy a spoonful of moistened food every three hours. It makes no difference if I give him more food in one meal - he's still going to want to eat in three hours (and might throw up because, gremlin). That's about 8 times a day in total.

They say the only way to get a cat to stop waking you up at night is to ignore them... but how can you do that if they're trashing up the place?? It's not going to happen. BUT try to make it harder for them to mess up the place, and try to hold on anyway. So like, I feed him every three hours even when he'd like to be fed every one and a half. It's going to suck, I'm still holding on to hope that it might change lol.

You're going to want to brush him, and you might try to clip his nails but... it doesn't make that much of a difference tbh. Do not declaw him.

Okay I think that's pretty much it, this is long enough 🙈 To end on a positive note, if you're feeling alone and you're up to the task, pets are your little buddies; if you struggle with your mental health, they might help in giving you purpose and grounding. But at least to me having this cat pretty much feels like having a toddler (including the constant babble!), and... that's work 😅

[hanasnx]

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MINORS DNI 18+

WARNINGS: anakin being persistent, sexual content such as tame exhibitionism and sexual touching, fem anatomy, choking.

You had only meant to visit ANAKIN SKYWALKER's quarters for a short while but somehow the bastard had coaxed you into staying longer. He’d discarded a shirt before you got here, and your hands gratefully roamed the expanse of his chest and rigid muscle, clawing his biceps when he bit your favorite spot on your neck.

“I can’t stay, you know,” you breathed, cocking your head in order for him to have more access to you, flattening his tongue over his teeth marks. He hummed in response, unimpressed with your lame excuses, because here you remained. “Ani—“ you had begun but your own gasp interrupted you as he sucked on your pulse point. Your protests wavered, his large hand cupping your entire breast to knead.

“You can,” he told you, as if he didn’t believe you had to go, that this would magically solve things.

He hovered over you, and you couldn’t resist wandering your hands up his shoulders, his back. Feel up his shoulder blades, dig your fingers into the plush of flesh at the base near his hips. “You miss me?” he teased.

“Of course I do,”

“What if we’re quick?”

“Anakin,” you replied warningly, and he pulled back, meeting your scolding raised eyebrow. Finally, he yielded, obeying your gentle hands, guiding him to crawl off of you and plant his bare feet on the ground.

“Alright, alright, angel. As you wish. But you know where to find me when you change your mind,”

As he spoke, you gathered your things, heading to the door. Your walked backwards to give him a soft smile, “I might have time to pay you a visit tonight.” you flirted, and he advanced on you, strolling with you facing each other, inches apart. You grinned, dreamily, watching him moisten his lips, giving you a once-over. Unavoidable to get flustered when he looked at you like he could eat you alive, a blush rose to your cheeks.

Closing in on the door, you heard a beep that knocked you both of your stupors, whirling your head around to see behind you. Before you could turn, Anakin sprung into action, hand on your chest to pin you against the wall. His door slid open, and he leaned against the frame of it, cutting off any intruders from coming inside to see you where you didn’t belong.

“Master!” Anakin exclaimed in pleasant surprise. “Come for a rematch?”

Obi Wan eyed his informal attire. His loose fitted black pants and nothing else. “Anakin.” he greeted, “Entertaining company?”

Anakin merely smiled, attempting to throw his master off his trail. “Of course not.”

While they conversed, Anakin’s hand ventured from your chest. Curiously, you followed it with your gaze, your stomach twitching when his finger tips grazed a a ticklish area. Bound southward, the pads of his middle and ring finger dipped in and circled your already-swollen clit. To halt his naughty adventure, you grabbed hold of his wrist to tug him off.

He didn’t like that.

That very hand removed itself as you’d insisted, but replaced itself around the column of your neck. It ignited a fire inside of you, shooting straight down to your core as Anakin’s conversation was nothing short of nonchalant as his large fingers squeezed onto you. Shortness of breath wasn’t a problem, you wished he’d kept trying to finger you instead to dull that ache that he just enflamed.

“We’ve got a new assignment. You’ll need to meet me in the briefing room as soon as possible.” Obi Wan cut you out of your dirtying thoughts.

As if sensing your heightened nerves, Anakin’s thumb soothingly traced the line of your jaw. His calloused skin rubbing against yours and the intimacy of the gesture, caused tingles.

“I have to finish something up here, then I’ll be on my way.” your lover replied, carelessly. It thrilled you to no end, pressing your thighs together at the idea of being the “something he has to finish”. You dared a glance at him, an easy smile on his face, but a dark glint in his eyes.

The door slid shut.

“Something quick.” you exhaled, pulling him closer by the waistband of his pants, unable to contain yourself any longer.

Lost in your eyes he confirmed, “Something quick.”

[traditionalfemininewoman]

Pie Baking Advice

People have a misconception that because glass is a poor conductor of heat it doesn’t make for a good pie pan. But throughout my many decades of baking, I’ve found that not to be the case.

Although metal pans conduct heat better, glass more than makes up for that because it is clear, so radiant energy can pass through the pan and help the crust bake. Metal and ceramic pans impede this.

That means that although glass takes slightly longer to reach the same temperature as the oven, it cooks crusts faster and darker. This is why many cookbooks suggest lowering the oven temperature by 25 degrees when using glass, so the filling can catch up.

The downside with glass, is that it’s more slippery than metal, making it easier for crusts to shrink and slouch, even when secured with pie weights.

Easy solution: Add a touch of baking powder to the dough. It helps the crust expand into the pie plate, which is good no matter what your pie pan is made of.

Personally, I like glass because I hate guesswork. I like to see I’m getting the color I want. But, you can make a great crust in any pan as long as you start with a good dough.

So how to choose a pan? If you want more control and don’t mind a little shrinking (or if you are comfortable experimenting with baking powder), go with glass. If you would rather give up control of the color for a neater shape without altering your dough recipe, choose metal. Ceramic pans make the prettiest presentation, though they are the slowest to bake.

Maybe the better question is: what is your pie priority?

Pre-Baking Dilemma

Should you, or should you not, bake a pie crust before you slip the filling into it?

The question stirs up such a quandary that Dorie Greenspan, a prominent cookbook author and one of the owners of a newly hatched New York cookie company called Beurre and Sel, can’t quite figure out how to answer it. “This is a big issue,” she said. “It’s huge. This is really a problem issue.”

Purely from the standpoint of flavor and color and texture, the simple answer is yes: pre-baking a crust crisps it up and helps prevent it from going soggy when it comes in contact with the filling.

Then you’re ready to pour in the filling (which, in the summer of Ms. Greenspan’s dreams, would be blueberries). You add a top crust before a follow-up stretch in the oven.

But here’s the catch: In spite of all that, Ms. Greenspan usually does not bake her crust in advance. To affix that top crust, you have to use a sleight-of-hand, moistening the rim of the pre-baked bottom crust and getting the raw dough of the top crust to stick to it. “Somehow it feels like a trick and un-American,” she said. “It’s not the way American pies are supposed to be made. I prefer it pre-baked, but I don’t do it.”

Maybe, she suggested, a touch of sogginess is not the end of the world. What she’ll sometimes do, before filling the bottom crust, is to sprinkle an absorbent layer of challah pieces or cake crumbs along its top, to sop up (theoretically) some of the liquid.

The Right Thickener

You want to cut nice, neat wedges of that summer pie. The pieces of fruit must nestle cozily and close, thickly bound, and not run off into a soupy puddle. Do you reach for flour to bolster the filling? Cornstarch? Arrowroot? Tapioca? Nothing?

Ron Silver, an owner of the TriBeCa restaurant Bubby’s who co-wrote “Bubby’s Homemade Pies” and has held a pie social with home bakers for the last 10 years, said his thinking on thickeners has evolved.

He started using just flour years ago when he tried to enter the Pillsbury Bake-Off. (He was disqualified from the competition for amateurs because he did his baking at Florent, where he was the breakfast cook.) But now he prefers something along the lines of a butter and flour roux.

“I toss the fruit with flour and then add melted butter,” he said. “It’s classic and the most flavorful.”

“When you have very juicy fruit like raspberries or cherries, instant tapioca is also good,” he said. Tapioca turns clear and glossy, does not impart a starchy flavor and adds interesting little gelatinous beads to the texture.

But for a fresh blueberry pie, Mr. Silver’s favorite, his choice is cornstarch. He cooks half the berries to make a thick sauce with sugar, lemon juice and the starch, which has first been dissolved in cold water. He then folds this mixture into the rest of the raw blueberries to fill a cooked pie shell. He does not bake the pie further, but lets it set for about two hours before serving.

You might get away with no thickener (just sugar and melted butter) especially with denser fruits like figs, stone fruit, apples and pears. But thickened or not, it’s important to wait two to three hours before cutting into the pie, allowing the filling time to settle so the juices released by the oven’s heat are reabsorbed.

Choosing the Fat for a Crust

As American as apple pie, the saying goes. But according to the food scientist Harold McGee, our national identity resides specifically in the crust.

“As a country,” he said, “we value a macroscopic discontinuousness in our pie crust.”

To translate: A pie crust that shatters into large crumbs and shards when you press your fork through it is good. A crust that crumbles into sand or needs to be sawed through is bad.

Fortunately, that patriotic, macroscopic discontinuousness can be achieved with flour, water and almost any cool, semisolid fat such as butter, lard, suet or vegetable shortening.

But which is best?

When Mr. McGee wrote his magisterial study “On Food and Cooking” in 1984, he came down in favor of vegetable shortening, because its consistent proportions of fat, water and air make it easier to produce flaky crusts. But since then he has modified that position, leaning toward the savor that butter and lard add. (Also, the hydrogenation process used to make vegetable shortening was later found to produce trans fats, which are unhealthy when consumed in large quantities.)

For a truly ideal pie crust, you would need a fat with the flavor of butter, the water content of lard and the temperature flexibility of vegetable shortening. When temperature is an issue, shortening is the clear winner. While a crust is being mixed and rolled, the butter needs to stay between 58 and 68 degrees to achieve the right texture: shortening works at anywhere from 53 to 85 degrees.

“The Fourth of July brings a hot kitchen and hot hands,” Mr. McGee said. He said that not only the fat but also the flour should be chilled until the last possible moment.

Lacking that fantasy fat, Mr. McGee said the proper choice is a matter of technical skill and personal preference. Sometimes the flavor of butter can be too aggressive: just as many chocolate cakes and banana breads are made with neutral oil to let the flavor of the main ingredient shine through, a plain crust made with vegetable shortening can be desirable.

[potatoobsessed999]

“He slid into the room through the sash, though it was only open an inch wide—just as the Moon herself has often come in through the tiniest crack and has stood before me in all her size and splendour." [Renfield’s] voice was weaker, so I moistened his lips with the brandy again, and he continued; but it seemed as though his memory had gone on working in the interval for his story was further advanced. […] He proceeded:— "All day I waited to hear from him…”

So, uh… there is a Significant temporal gap in Renfield’s accounting of events. One that Jack’s narration calls our attention to.

And earlier Renfield says this:

I feel that I have but a few minutes; and then I must go back to death—or worse!

…This man got bit, didn’t he?

[0mistymystery]

cherry magic - Loving touches

Note: bringing the first fanfic on my blog! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧, Taking the idea from the penultimate chapter of the anime, I hope you like it and I apologize in advance for any translation errors ⁠✿

Summary: Kurosawa looks for ways to express his love for Adachi in the office, it was difficult to think of something until a fun opportunity presents itself

Word count: 433

Since both confessed their feelings, Adachi decided to keep a low profile regarding his romance with Kurosawa, especially at work. "People with office romances are insane," said the dark-haired man. On the contrary, Kurosawa wanted to express his affection at all times. He wouldn't make a scene like kissing him in front of all their colleagues, but occasionally, he would give him a chocolate or one of those drinks Adachi always enjoys, small gestures that melted Adachi's heart.

In Kurosawa's thoughts, he could only think of new ways to show his affection in the office towards his dear boyfriend. He pondered until an opportunity presented itself. They both had to present a sales report, and Kurosawa kindly offered to help him, of course, to spend time with him.

The sound of a keyboard, the click of a computer mouse, and soft breaths—maybe Kurosawa was too observant to notice all these details, but when it came to Adachi, his concentration was entirely on him. The dark-haired man didn't take long to notice that gaze that could burn his cheek with all the love radiating from it.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

A simple, soft smile escaped Kurosawa's lips, his elbow resting on the desk while his head rested on his hand.

"You're cute when you have that serious expression."

As a loving gesture, Kurosawa gently squeezed Adachi's side, his reaction was totally unexpected—a squeal similar to that of a mouse, and consequently, rosy cheeks. Tense, Adachi slowly turned to look at Kurosawa, who now had a slight surprised expression.

"You have..."

"No, don't say it."

"Oh God, that's so cute!"

He had finally found a way to touch Adachi and show his great affection, gentle touches and affectionate squeezes in different parts of his body, ribs, or hips.

"S-stop it! It's...," like the king of shyness, Adachi was one of those types who couldn't pronounce the word with 'T.'

"What? Tickles?"

A deep blush covered his entire face at Kurosawa's direct words. How was he able to say it so deliberately? The pressure was too much for Adachi, the touches that made him have small spasms, and worse if they were accompanied by teasing.

"That's enough! I-I have to go to the bathroom."

With a suddenness, he gets up and heads to the bathroom, feeling the need to moisten his face to dissipate that intense blush. Kurosawa could only watch his cute dark-haired boy escape like a frightened lamb.

Since that day, Kurosawa gives sudden taps on Adachi's sides or hips whenever he finds an opportunity.

[wilson120]

If you are on a strict diet then there is a high chance that your doctor has advised you to consume boiled eggs for all necessary proteins. Boiled eggs are used by bodybuilders for building their muscles. Considering all this, you might think that it will be better to boil and store eggs in advance. This will save you from the efforts that you need to make right before consuming it. There is no doubt that you can boil eggs in advance. However, boiled eggs are more vulnerable to bacterial spoilage and hygiene problems when compared to raw eggs. This makes it important to know the correct methods and timeframe to store boiled eggs. These methods are simple as you will require no specific piece of equipment. You just need to ensure that your procedure is exactly what we are about to elaborate on. How long can hard-boiled eggs sit out? Should I peel the boiled eggs? The most confusing thing that a person can face after boiling an egg is deciding if he should take the shell off the egg or not. It is a never-ending debate when it comes to convincing someone to either peel or not peel a boiled egg. Keeping them unpeeled The most appropriate thing to do with a boiled egg is to not crack or peel it until you are about to eat it. This will give the egg longer life as it prevents the moisture from escaping the egg. Egg has a fair share of water content inside them. However, it gets dry when the shell is peeled off. This impacts the effectiveness of the nutrient content in the yolk and white. An uncracked boiled egg can be stored anywhere as it has a low risk of getting contaminated. It is less prone to bacterial attack. You can keep it in a bowl or a bracket. However, there are a couple of things that you must keep in mind. First, you should try storing it inside the refrigerator. This will give it a long life. Second, it is better to stamp it so that you do not confuse it with raw eggs. Peeling them We will only suggest peeling a boiled egg if it is necessary. Once the shell is cracked or removed, the egg is exposed to risks like dryness and bacterial action. To keep the egg moist, you will need to keep it inside a moist cloth. Moisture in the cloth will provide it with a favorable condition where the taste will be preserved. Once you have placed it in a moist cloth, put it in a container and seal it. If you cannot find a cloth that you can moisten then the next best method to store a peeled egg is to submerge it in water and store it inside a sealed container. Change the water daily to keep it fresh. Other than this, make sure that you store a peeled egg inside the refrigerator. Should I refrigerate the boiled eggs? If you want to store any food item, you should keep it inside the refrigerator. However, there are certain food items that have better resistance when kept at room temperature. What about boiled eggs? Keeping them unrefrigerated Keeping boiled eggs at room temperature and avoiding refrigeration will be the biggest mistakes of your day. You should make sure that a boiled egg is stored inside the fridge by following the methods that we have mentioned earlier. If you still do not keep them inside the fridge then at least avoid peeling the shells. A boiled will have a life of a couple of hours. You should make sure that you consume peeled eggs as soon as possible. Keeping them refrigerated Boiled eggs are one of the most common and the richest source of protein. It also contains other nutrients that are essential to keep your body functioning in the right manner. If you keep boiled eggs at room temperature then there is a high risk that bacteria might grow in them. This happens because room temperature is a favorable condition for bacterial growth. Such a high risk of hygiene problems advocates the need to keep boiled eggs inside the fridge. Are raw eggs less risky than boiled eggs? Boiled eggs are more vulnerable to bacterial infections when you compare them to raw eggs. This might feel awkward and stupid at the same time but things are not always how we perceive them.

There are some reasons and studies that justify what we have just said. We tend to believe that boiling is similar to sterilizing any kind of food. We also believe that heat kills bacteria. However, there are certain things that might get problematic if not done properly. The first thing that you should ensure is that the eggs are boiled properly. This means that the yolk and white are well-cooked. Other than this, you should also prevent the eggs from developing cracks. A boiled egg, when exposed to air, is vulnerable to bacteria. If you do not maintain the temperature i.e. keeping unrefrigerated, then bacterial production becomes faster. The protective layer around a raw egg gets weakened when it is boiled. What if the boiled eggs get cracked? As we have mentioned above, it is better to keep the boiled eggs unpeeled. Shell serves as a protective layer that keeps the boiled egg in isolation from the environment so you should make sure that it does not crack. However, if the shell of your boiled egg is cracked then peel it entirely. Also, make sure that you apply all the methods that we have stated above for the peeled boiled eggs. One general guideline for storing peeled or cracked eggs is not to store them for long. It is preferable to consume them as soon as possible. How to tell if the boiled eggs are rotten? Now that we have established that a boiled egg can go bad, the next thing is to know the indicators regarding when a boiled egg rots. A rotten egg will have the following characteristics: It will stink and the smell will be unbearable. If your fridge smells, check your eggs. The color of the yolk will be green. The egg will not taste good at all. How to refrigerate boiled eggs? If you are storing boiled eggs for the first time ever, then you should know a few things. The procedure to store boiled eggs involves the following steps: Boil eggs in a normal manner. Make sure that the yolk and white are well cooked. There should be no crack in the shell. Once the eggs are boiled, let them rest for around 10 to 15 minutes. Place the eggs in the fridge only when they reach room temperature. Follow all other precautions that we have mentioned above. What happens when you refrigerate boiled eggs without letting them cool? If you do not let the boiled eggs cool down before placing them inside the refrigerator then there is a high probability that they will radiate heat. Radiations from a considerably large group of eggs will heat and spoil all the dishes that are placed near them. Why boil eggs? After reading about so many complications surrounding the storage of boiled eggs, one might think that he should skip eating boiled eggs and shift their focus to other food items. However, boiled eggs have a lot of health benefits that no other food can bring. Gain protein, lose weight The most commonly known benefit of an egg is that it has proteins. Boiled egg, more specifically, has the most saturated protein content. There are almost no extra calories provided by the boiled eggs. This will help you stay lean and get control over your weight. Should be consumed during pregnancy Boiled eggs are the best kind of food that can be used during pregnancy. It can help with the development of the fetus in the mother's womb. Boiled eggs will strengthen the teeth, bones, size, and weight of the infant. No cholesterol Has your doctor advised you to avoid oil? If yes then you should consume boiled food. The best-boiled food is a hard-boiled egg. It is an ideal nutrition for heart patients and people suffering from blood pressure issues. Maintaining the mental energy Boiled eggs have a lot of protein and choline. This means that it can help you with keeping your brain functioning and help it grow more. Brain growth is an important thing in teenagers. Muscle building Whether you are a bodybuilder or just an ordinary person who is growing every day, muscle growth is continuously happening inside your body. Muscle growth needs protein which is provided by boiled eggs.

Conclusion Boiled eggs are one of the healthiest foods that you will come across. However, these eggs should only be boiled when you are about to consume them. If you are planning an event or a gathering and know that you would not have the time to boil eggs then it is better to go for the storage methods that we have stated above. All the methods are tried and tested. Whatever we have explained is based on either scientific research or already-established facts. Make sure that you handle your boiled eggs with great care. Any negligence can either get them rotten or attacked by bacteria.

[wayland23]

If you are on a strict diet then there is a high chance that your doctor has advised you to consume boiled eggs for all necessary proteins. Boiled eggs are used by bodybuilders for building their muscles. Considering all this, you might think that it will be better to boil and store eggs in advance. This will save you from the efforts that you need to make right before consuming it. There is no doubt that you can boil eggs in advance. However, boiled eggs are more vulnerable to bacterial spoilage and hygiene problems when compared to raw eggs. This makes it important to know the correct methods and timeframe to store boiled eggs. These methods are simple as you will require no specific piece of equipment. You just need to ensure that your procedure is exactly what we are about to elaborate on. How long can hard-boiled eggs sit out? Should I peel the boiled eggs? The most confusing thing that a person can face after boiling an egg is deciding if he should take the shell off the egg or not. It is a never-ending debate when it comes to convincing someone to either peel or not peel a boiled egg. Keeping them unpeeled The most appropriate thing to do with a boiled egg is to not crack or peel it until you are about to eat it. This will give the egg longer life as it prevents the moisture from escaping the egg. Egg has a fair share of water content inside them. However, it gets dry when the shell is peeled off. This impacts the effectiveness of the nutrient content in the yolk and white. An uncracked boiled egg can be stored anywhere as it has a low risk of getting contaminated. It is less prone to bacterial attack. You can keep it in a bowl or a bracket. However, there are a couple of things that you must keep in mind. First, you should try storing it inside the refrigerator. This will give it a long life. Second, it is better to stamp it so that you do not confuse it with raw eggs. Peeling them We will only suggest peeling a boiled egg if it is necessary. Once the shell is cracked or removed, the egg is exposed to risks like dryness and bacterial action. To keep the egg moist, you will need to keep it inside a moist cloth. Moisture in the cloth will provide it with a favorable condition where the taste will be preserved. Once you have placed it in a moist cloth, put it in a container and seal it. If you cannot find a cloth that you can moisten then the next best method to store a peeled egg is to submerge it in water and store it inside a sealed container. Change the water daily to keep it fresh. Other than this, make sure that you store a peeled egg inside the refrigerator. Should I refrigerate the boiled eggs? If you want to store any food item, you should keep it inside the refrigerator. However, there are certain food items that have better resistance when kept at room temperature. What about boiled eggs? Keeping them unrefrigerated Keeping boiled eggs at room temperature and avoiding refrigeration will be the biggest mistakes of your day. You should make sure that a boiled egg is stored inside the fridge by following the methods that we have mentioned earlier. If you still do not keep them inside the fridge then at least avoid peeling the shells. A boiled will have a life of a couple of hours. You should make sure that you consume peeled eggs as soon as possible. Keeping them refrigerated Boiled eggs are one of the most common and the richest source of protein. It also contains other nutrients that are essential to keep your body functioning in the right manner. If you keep boiled eggs at room temperature then there is a high risk that bacteria might grow in them. This happens because room temperature is a favorable condition for bacterial growth. Such a high risk of hygiene problems advocates the need to keep boiled eggs inside the fridge. Are raw eggs less risky than boiled eggs? Boiled eggs are more vulnerable to bacterial infections when you compare them to raw eggs. This might feel awkward and stupid at the same time but things are not always how we perceive them.

There are some reasons and studies that justify what we have just said. We tend to believe that boiling is similar to sterilizing any kind of food. We also believe that heat kills bacteria. However, there are certain things that might get problematic if not done properly. The first thing that you should ensure is that the eggs are boiled properly. This means that the yolk and white are well-cooked. Other than this, you should also prevent the eggs from developing cracks. A boiled egg, when exposed to air, is vulnerable to bacteria. If you do not maintain the temperature i.e. keeping unrefrigerated, then bacterial production becomes faster. The protective layer around a raw egg gets weakened when it is boiled. What if the boiled eggs get cracked? As we have mentioned above, it is better to keep the boiled eggs unpeeled. Shell serves as a protective layer that keeps the boiled egg in isolation from the environment so you should make sure that it does not crack. However, if the shell of your boiled egg is cracked then peel it entirely. Also, make sure that you apply all the methods that we have stated above for the peeled boiled eggs. One general guideline for storing peeled or cracked eggs is not to store them for long. It is preferable to consume them as soon as possible. How to tell if the boiled eggs are rotten? Now that we have established that a boiled egg can go bad, the next thing is to know the indicators regarding when a boiled egg rots. A rotten egg will have the following characteristics: It will stink and the smell will be unbearable. If your fridge smells, check your eggs. The color of the yolk will be green. The egg will not taste good at all. How to refrigerate boiled eggs? If you are storing boiled eggs for the first time ever, then you should know a few things. The procedure to store boiled eggs involves the following steps: Boil eggs in a normal manner. Make sure that the yolk and white are well cooked. There should be no crack in the shell. Once the eggs are boiled, let them rest for around 10 to 15 minutes. Place the eggs in the fridge only when they reach room temperature. Follow all other precautions that we have mentioned above. What happens when you refrigerate boiled eggs without letting them cool? If you do not let the boiled eggs cool down before placing them inside the refrigerator then there is a high probability that they will radiate heat. Radiations from a considerably large group of eggs will heat and spoil all the dishes that are placed near them. Why boil eggs? After reading about so many complications surrounding the storage of boiled eggs, one might think that he should skip eating boiled eggs and shift their focus to other food items. However, boiled eggs have a lot of health benefits that no other food can bring. Gain protein, lose weight The most commonly known benefit of an egg is that it has proteins. Boiled egg, more specifically, has the most saturated protein content. There are almost no extra calories provided by the boiled eggs. This will help you stay lean and get control over your weight. Should be consumed during pregnancy Boiled eggs are the best kind of food that can be used during pregnancy. It can help with the development of the fetus in the mother's womb. Boiled eggs will strengthen the teeth, bones, size, and weight of the infant. No cholesterol Has your doctor advised you to avoid oil? If yes then you should consume boiled food. The best-boiled food is a hard-boiled egg. It is an ideal nutrition for heart patients and people suffering from blood pressure issues. Maintaining the mental energy Boiled eggs have a lot of protein and choline. This means that it can help you with keeping your brain functioning and help it grow more. Brain growth is an important thing in teenagers. Muscle building Whether you are a bodybuilder or just an ordinary person who is growing every day, muscle growth is continuously happening inside your body. Muscle growth needs protein which is provided by boiled eggs.

Conclusion Boiled eggs are one of the healthiest foods that you will come across. However, these eggs should only be boiled when you are about to consume them. If you are planning an event or a gathering and know that you would not have the time to boil eggs then it is better to go for the storage methods that we have stated above. All the methods are tried and tested. Whatever we have explained is based on either scientific research or already-established facts. Make sure that you handle your boiled eggs with great care. Any negligence can either get them rotten or attacked by bacteria.

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If you are on a strict diet then there is a high chance that your doctor has advised you to consume boiled eggs for all necessary proteins. Boiled eggs are used by bodybuilders for building their muscles. Considering all this, you might think that it will be better to boil and store eggs in advance. This will save you from the efforts that you need to make right before consuming it. There is no doubt that you can boil eggs in advance. However, boiled eggs are more vulnerable to bacterial spoilage and hygiene problems when compared to raw eggs. This makes it important to know the correct methods and timeframe to store boiled eggs. These methods are simple as you will require no specific piece of equipment. You just need to ensure that your procedure is exactly what we are about to elaborate on. How long can hard-boiled eggs sit out? Should I peel the boiled eggs? The most confusing thing that a person can face after boiling an egg is deciding if he should take the shell off the egg or not. It is a never-ending debate when it comes to convincing someone to either peel or not peel a boiled egg. Keeping them unpeeled The most appropriate thing to do with a boiled egg is to not crack or peel it until you are about to eat it. This will give the egg longer life as it prevents the moisture from escaping the egg. Egg has a fair share of water content inside them. However, it gets dry when the shell is peeled off. This impacts the effectiveness of the nutrient content in the yolk and white. An uncracked boiled egg can be stored anywhere as it has a low risk of getting contaminated. It is less prone to bacterial attack. You can keep it in a bowl or a bracket. However, there are a couple of things that you must keep in mind. First, you should try storing it inside the refrigerator. This will give it a long life. Second, it is better to stamp it so that you do not confuse it with raw eggs. Peeling them We will only suggest peeling a boiled egg if it is necessary. Once the shell is cracked or removed, the egg is exposed to risks like dryness and bacterial action. To keep the egg moist, you will need to keep it inside a moist cloth. Moisture in the cloth will provide it with a favorable condition where the taste will be preserved. Once you have placed it in a moist cloth, put it in a container and seal it. If you cannot find a cloth that you can moisten then the next best method to store a peeled egg is to submerge it in water and store it inside a sealed container. Change the water daily to keep it fresh. Other than this, make sure that you store a peeled egg inside the refrigerator. Should I refrigerate the boiled eggs? If you want to store any food item, you should keep it inside the refrigerator. However, there are certain food items that have better resistance when kept at room temperature. What about boiled eggs? Keeping them unrefrigerated Keeping boiled eggs at room temperature and avoiding refrigeration will be the biggest mistakes of your day. You should make sure that a boiled egg is stored inside the fridge by following the methods that we have mentioned earlier. If you still do not keep them inside the fridge then at least avoid peeling the shells. A boiled will have a life of a couple of hours. You should make sure that you consume peeled eggs as soon as possible. Keeping them refrigerated Boiled eggs are one of the most common and the richest source of protein. It also contains other nutrients that are essential to keep your body functioning in the right manner. If you keep boiled eggs at room temperature then there is a high risk that bacteria might grow in them. This happens because room temperature is a favorable condition for bacterial growth. Such a high risk of hygiene problems advocates the need to keep boiled eggs inside the fridge. Are raw eggs less risky than boiled eggs? Boiled eggs are more vulnerable to bacterial infections when you compare them to raw eggs. This might feel awkward and stupid at the same time but things are not always how we perceive them.

There are some reasons and studies that justify what we have just said. We tend to believe that boiling is similar to sterilizing any kind of food. We also believe that heat kills bacteria. However, there are certain things that might get problematic if not done properly. The first thing that you should ensure is that the eggs are boiled properly. This means that the yolk and white are well-cooked. Other than this, you should also prevent the eggs from developing cracks. A boiled egg, when exposed to air, is vulnerable to bacteria. If you do not maintain the temperature i.e. keeping unrefrigerated, then bacterial production becomes faster. The protective layer around a raw egg gets weakened when it is boiled. What if the boiled eggs get cracked? As we have mentioned above, it is better to keep the boiled eggs unpeeled. Shell serves as a protective layer that keeps the boiled egg in isolation from the environment so you should make sure that it does not crack. However, if the shell of your boiled egg is cracked then peel it entirely. Also, make sure that you apply all the methods that we have stated above for the peeled boiled eggs. One general guideline for storing peeled or cracked eggs is not to store them for long. It is preferable to consume them as soon as possible. How to tell if the boiled eggs are rotten? Now that we have established that a boiled egg can go bad, the next thing is to know the indicators regarding when a boiled egg rots. A rotten egg will have the following characteristics: It will stink and the smell will be unbearable. If your fridge smells, check your eggs. The color of the yolk will be green. The egg will not taste good at all. How to refrigerate boiled eggs? If you are storing boiled eggs for the first time ever, then you should know a few things. The procedure to store boiled eggs involves the following steps: Boil eggs in a normal manner. Make sure that the yolk and white are well cooked. There should be no crack in the shell. Once the eggs are boiled, let them rest for around 10 to 15 minutes. Place the eggs in the fridge only when they reach room temperature. Follow all other precautions that we have mentioned above. What happens when you refrigerate boiled eggs without letting them cool? If you do not let the boiled eggs cool down before placing them inside the refrigerator then there is a high probability that they will radiate heat. Radiations from a considerably large group of eggs will heat and spoil all the dishes that are placed near them. Why boil eggs? After reading about so many complications surrounding the storage of boiled eggs, one might think that he should skip eating boiled eggs and shift their focus to other food items. However, boiled eggs have a lot of health benefits that no other food can bring. Gain protein, lose weight The most commonly known benefit of an egg is that it has proteins. Boiled egg, more specifically, has the most saturated protein content. There are almost no extra calories provided by the boiled eggs. This will help you stay lean and get control over your weight. Should be consumed during pregnancy Boiled eggs are the best kind of food that can be used during pregnancy. It can help with the development of the fetus in the mother's womb. Boiled eggs will strengthen the teeth, bones, size, and weight of the infant. No cholesterol Has your doctor advised you to avoid oil? If yes then you should consume boiled food. The best-boiled food is a hard-boiled egg. It is an ideal nutrition for heart patients and people suffering from blood pressure issues. Maintaining the mental energy Boiled eggs have a lot of protein and choline. This means that it can help you with keeping your brain functioning and help it grow more. Brain growth is an important thing in teenagers. Muscle building Whether you are a bodybuilder or just an ordinary person who is growing every day, muscle growth is continuously happening inside your body. Muscle growth needs protein which is provided by boiled eggs.

Conclusion Boiled eggs are one of the healthiest foods that you will come across. However, these eggs should only be boiled when you are about to consume them. If you are planning an event or a gathering and know that you would not have the time to boil eggs then it is better to go for the storage methods that we have stated above. All the methods are tried and tested. Whatever we have explained is based on either scientific research or already-established facts. Make sure that you handle your boiled eggs with great care. Any negligence can either get them rotten or attacked by bacteria.