#you only use a tiny amount of detergent/soap and just soak it in cold water

[yugiohz]

I just put hand wash things on the gentle cycle???

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[plushieanimals]

hello!! i checked your faq and couldn't find this question, but you seem like the person who could answer it. when you acquire pre-loved or vintage plushies, how do you disinfect/wash them? especially beanie babies? like beyond spot cleaning

This turned into my masterpost of how to clean plushies! I also have a tag for plush care where i’ve answered asks about damaged fur, and brush recommendations + more!

How to wash and clean stuffed animals:

🧸 1. Prep! 🧸

I vacuum/lint roll the plush to get any stray hairs/dust/debris etc. I have a soft bristle brush attachment for my vacuum that i bought off amazon that i use exclusively for stuffed animals

I always hand wash my plushies when possible, but i’ve included a section on both spot cleaning for less dirty plush and machine washing under the wash section!

NOTE: if your plushie has a voice box or joints or anything inside that is incompatible with water then don’t submerge it!!

🧼 2. Soap! 🧼

I use Woolite brand soap because it’s gentle and safe for synthetics. You can also use dawn dish soap at even more diluted ratio. I dilute the detergent with water in about a 1:6 soap:water ratio in a small container (i usually use the detergent cap) Be aware that the more concentrated your soap is exponentially increases the amount of time it will take to rinse it out!

A good rule of thumb for your soap:water ratio is you want the solution you are using to be just a little slippery when rubbed between your fingers.

i use woolite but any gentle detergent safe for synthetics will work. Stuffed animal fur and stuffing is generally made of plastic! NO FABRIC SOFTENER! And no shampoo, conditioner, or soap made for human skin! The moisturizers used in these products will never “absorb” into the plastic fibers! These products will all leave a residue!

You can use very diluted cheap conditioner to detangle a plush but you will need to wash out the conditioner with a a detergent afterwards.

🫧 3. Wash! 🫧

Hand washing: I soak the plush under COLD running water first, and then with my hands i apply and lather the soap in to the fur/fabric and make sure i thouroughly saturate it with the soapy water.

For plush that can’t be bathed/aren’t super dirty/only need a spot clean I use a damp microfiber rag dipped in a mixture of lukewarm water + a tiny (like a drop!) of soap (woolite or dawn) and rub them down all over with it. Then I go over them with a rag damp with clean, soapless water until all the soap is gone. If your plush has medium or long fur you still will want to brush it out to make sure the fur dries soft and not clumped up! Check my section on drying/detailing below.

For machine washing put them in a pillow case to protect the eyes, and put some pillows/ blankets/ towels in the machine with the plush to pad it. use gentle detergent and wash it on “delicates” (or your machines gentlest cycle) with COLD water! Top loading machines do best for this and you’ll want to arrange them sitting up with their backs to the wall of the machine if possible. For front loading machines just throw a bunch of extra pillows/blankets to pad it. skip to step 5 if you end up using a washing machine. I find this method works very well for larger, sturdier plush like build a bears. NEVER PUT PLUSH IN THE DRYER!!!

🚿 4. Rinse! 🚿

Use cold running water! Make sure no soap remains. I smell the plushies periodically to be extra certain i’ve gotten the soap out. You can gently squeeze the plushie depending on the stuffing type. Some plush may need to be washed twice or three times depending on the filth-level, or rinsed multiple times depending on the soap concentration.

Beanie babies and some other plush can be squeezed because of their beans, but plush made out of purely soft stuffing can have their stuffing deformed if you squeeze them too much. Some brands like douglas have stiffer plush with beans and stuffing and they actually can be squeezed too. (DO NOT “WRING OUT” ANY PLUSH!!)

🧽 5. Pre-dry! 🧽

after the soap is 100% out and you are happy with the cleanliness of the plushie, you have two options to pre-dry them:

My favorite way is to put the plush in my washing machine and run it on “spin” cycle only, which is very effective at getting excess water out. In my experience the plush barely moves in my top loading machine, but you can always put the plush in a clean pillow case or put a bunch of clean towels in with it to pad/stabilize the plush in a side loader or if the plush is fragile

If you can’t use your washing machine for any reason, then try your best to get as much water out without damaging the plush. Consider wrapping it in a towel and making a sling with a second towel and spinning it around you, lol. It will be okay if you can’t do any of these things, though! You can also just use a towel and press it on your plush to try and soak up as much water.

Only you know how durable your plush is. The more well made it is (think big brands like douglas, jellycat, wild republic, aurora VS an antique) the more your plush can take without risking damaging the seams/parts. PLEASE don’t “WRING OUT” your plushies as this can deform them!

I NEVER put my plush in the dryer, it can melt the fur fibers and cause matting/damage!! Some people use the “air dry/no heat” but i don’t like to take risks

🧺 6. Dry! 🧺

⭐️ This is the most important part, you must set your plush up to air dry thouroughly!! I prefer to use a fan pointed at the plush. but if you don’t have access to any kind of fan then a hair dryer set on cool could work, and plain air drying works too, it just takes longer.

For plushies with medium/long fur (basically anything besides minky fabric) I brush the fur out with a soft bristle brush once or twice while it’s drying to make sure the fur dries fluffy and soft. I use a build a pear paw brush. You can also use a plastic slicker brush and brush backwards with the direction of the fur to avoid pulling the fur fibers out. Don’t use a brush/comb that’s been used on humans or pets without super disinfecting it first, as the skin oils/dirt can damage your plushies fur!

For beanie babies or any plush with beans you must make sure the beans dry completely, they take way longer than the stuffing!

You need to rotate the plush every few hours or so to make sure it’s drying throughly. Make sure the bottom of the plush gets just as much exposed drying time as the rest of the plush, as gravity will pull any water downwards.

Try not to dry it in a humid room, like a bathroom! There is a risk of mold if a plush doesn’t dry completely before being packed up/sealed up.

I also wouldn’t risk drying your plush outside due to sun bleaching and possibly debris from wind/trees landing on it. You can dry it in a window that gets sunlight still as long as you don’t leave it there for weeks on end. Sun bleaching takes quite a while so the risk is very small.

✨ 7. Detail! ✨

(optional) after the plush is completely dry i go back with the brushes and detangle/fluff up the plush! This is almost necessary for any long/medium furred plush to keep the fur soft and detangled. I use the soft bristle brush for all, and plastic slicker brush for long fur. You can get a small plastic slicker brush for kittens/small dogs at walmart for like $3. Just make sure to be gentle with any combs/slicker brushes to avoid damaging the plush/ripping out the fur. ^_^

This was super long! I have hand washed like 25 plushies of all different sizes at this point and this is what works for me. I have a lot of thrifted plush and they dont always come in great shape. you can reply to this post or send me a message if you have any questions!

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[sweetheartjeongguk]

pretty kitty 2 (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hybrid au, camgirl au, smut

rating: nc-17

warning(s): taehyung making dumb decisions, jimin being utterly confused (as always), jungkook and his assortment of fruits, good ol’ squirting, impregnation kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex

word count: 3.8k+

summary: temptation is a dangerous game to play. 

the discovery | the denial | the meeting | the aftermath | the payback

masterlist

Contrary to popular belief, Taehyung did not whip out his rusty romantic skills like in the cheesy rom-coms where he runs after you to make sure you’re okay and you instantly fall in love with him. While he prides himself on his handsome face, he can only go so far. The tiny amount of courage within him to follow after you fizzles like a pathetic flame, both from fear of rejection and fear of Seulgi beating his ass on the street for everyone and their mother to bear witness to.

Taehyung may come off as an intimidating tiger hybrid in the eyes of his classmates and every stranger he passes, but according to his oh-so lovely friends and (probably) his parents, he can be a bit of a pussy from time to time.

Instead, Taehyung, like all brave predators, shoves himself into one of the bathroom stalls of the café. He takes several deep breaths to himself, desperate to calm the anxiety and residual anger lingering in his chest. They’re irrational, he knows this all too well, but he couldn’t help it.

It’s like his tiger is reaching out to you only to be stuck behind an invisible barrier, reminding him of just how unobtainable you are.

“Tae?”

Taehyung coughs reflexively at the voice of his best friend echoing in the empty men’s bathroom. He hears a tired sigh – seconds later, there’s a gentle knock on the rickety stall door.

“You okay there, tiger?” Jimin asks cautiously.

“I’m getting there…” Taehyung tries to laugh, but it comes out wobbly and insincere.

He leans his forehead against the cold stall door before reminding himself of the colonies of germs plaguing the surface and stepping away in disgust. He can sense the curiosity emanating from Jimin – no doubt that Jimin’s formulating a whole script of questions for his best friend.

“Are you really that upset at Hoseok?” Jimin’s eyebrow ticks up. “You know he’s just messing around. Contrary to popular belief, Jung Hoseok has standards. He wouldn’t mess with any girl like that, especially if she’s your girl.”

“It’s not that.” Taehyung says abruptly. “She’s not my girl. She’s not…anyone.”

He mentally curses himself for speaking before his brain can tell him to shut his mouth and listen.

“Oh?” Jimin’s curiosity is practically tangible. “So what then?”

“Nothing.”

Taehyung clenches his fists in frustration. Why is he so worked up? The answer is perfectly clear, yet he’s adamant on forgetting the whole situation ever existed. How is he supposed to waltz into class on a seemingly normal Monday morning without looking over at your desk and imagining your nude body glistening in sweat and waiting to receive him?

Taehyung physically shakes away the intrusive thoughts. The less he spends in his own mind, the better his chances of forgetting the situation entirely. Sure, he can never look at you the same way again, and you kind of ruined regular porn for him – in a good way, but Taehyung can’t see how that benefits him in any way. Maybe, just maybe, if Taehyung suppresses the temptation to click on your channel and attempt at forgetting you ever exist, then everything will go back to normal! Easy peasy!

Taehyung’s wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

After shoving himself back into his chair at the café and forcing himself to socialize with the others as if nothing’s wrong, he finds himself doing semi-okay. While Jimin’s eyes glance over at him more than usual, Taehyung’s doing better than he expected. The story of Yoongi getting stuck inside his studio and not being to get out for at least two days and only surviving on beef jerky and coffee in a can certainly stirs his mind away from the dirty thoughts of your lingerie and seductive lip-biting.

But once the seven of them depart to their own dorms in preparation for a new week of lectures and homework, Taehyung finds himself in his own personal hell.

Jimin watches from the corner of the classroom in half amusement and half concern at his best friend practically gnawing away at his thumb nail five minutes before the start of class. Fortunately for the younger of the two, Jimin doesn’t notice his wandering eyes towards a certain desk in the front of the room.

You sit in your seat patiently, fiddling with your pencil case and stopping for a second to wave at one of your friends who shouts a “Hi Y/N!” from across the room. You aren’t the most popular person in school, but you did have a small collection of friends here and there in the class.

Considering your online personality, it still baffles Taehyung how quickly your behavior switches up in a blink of an eye. His eyes threaten to dry out from how hard he watches your every move, but he manages to grab ahold of himself and finally blink some moisture into his now-strained eyeballs before someone discovers his not-so-discreet creepiness.

“She looks familiar.”

Taehyung swallows back a growl at Jungkook who he barely noticed was beside him the entire time, munching on an assortment of strawberries and blueberries. Jungkook’s unphased by Taehyung’s show of aggression – he has too many embarrassing stories of Taehyung that dulls his reactions as the years go by – but it doesn’t go unnoticed by a small group of girls a few seats away. They giggle and awe over Taehyung’s “masculinity” with obvious temptation reflecting in their eyes.

“Sooyoung, you have to get back in on that.” Seunghee whispers as if it’s the darkest secret of the universe.

Sooyoung, a dark-haired lynx hybrid with a fierce attitude to match, scoffs. “Who’s to say I ever left?”

The other girls surrounding her gasp and squeal in obvious delight, soaking in Sooyoung’s tales of the past and sighing at how “lucky” she is. Unbeknownst to them, you listen into the girls’ conversation in equal parts jealousy and irritation.

You’re irritated because you’d rather not hear about Taehyung’s “massive cock” on Monday morning before you’ve had a proper lunch. On the other hand, you’re jealous because you know all about Sooyoung and Taehyung – she’d definitely know a thing or two about his…penile situation.

“Sooyoung being cringy again?”

You sigh in relief at the sight of Seulgi who trudges in a minute late, her backpack lazily swung around her shoulders and her hair tangled in a messy bun as if she’d just woken up and rushed across campus for the lecture. Seeing as though you’ve known her for a good ten years, you’d say that your assumption’s correct.

“Rough morning?” You snort as you take in her complete appearance. “I didn’t know coffee stains and maple syrup were all the rage in the fashion industry.”

“Shut up.” Seulgi grimaces at the mess on her shirt. “I didn’t have time to do laundry yesterday. Yeri decided to use all the soap to clean her…delicates.”

You reflect her discomfort. “Doesn’t she know that she can wash them by hand?”

“She’s a neat freak who practically snorts Gain detergent.” Seulgi sighs in defeat. “There’s no way I can save the child from her destructive behavior.”

“Just buy some more soap, you weirdo.” You flick a manicured nail against her cheek. “Or like I’ve always told you, do laundry at my house. Joohyun told me that she’s waiting for your Just Dance rematch.”

“Oh yeah, don’t your sugar daddies pay for your water bill?”

You nearly choke on your own spit. Seulgi has no tact whatsoever, and you have no clue why she hasn’t gotten into trouble with it yet. It must be the Kang charm, as she loves to call it. You just call it how it is – pretty people BS.

“Not in public, Seulgi!” You resist the urge to flick her across the nose. “I have a job too, you know…”

Seulgi’s the only one in your friend group to actually know about your “camgirl career”, as she proudly dubs it. Joohyun nearly found out a month ago when you were camming and she accidentally came home unannounced. Thankfully, she just thought you were having a little “one-on-one” time and decided to leave you for the entire night.

While you constantly remind Seulgi that the sugar daddies are only for the bills and your college debt crisis, she likes to think that when you finally make a living with it (you don’t know where she gets her delusions), you’ll let her live with you and your sugar daddies in a million-dollar mansion in Seoul.

Truth be told, that actually sounds pretty spectacular. But you’d be damned if you’d let Kang Seulgi be right for once.

“No shame, no shame.” Seulgi waves her hands before going to unzip her backpack to grab her binder and pencils. “Who knew you can flash your pussy in front of thousands of people and get paid for it?”

She completely ignores your blushing red face as she continues muttering to herself. “Maybe I should do that.”

You practically dig your feet into the floor as you pray to a higher power that no one can hear Seulgi. Considering the entire class is made up of 80% hybrids, it’s a long shot but not entirely impossible. No one’s spoken up so far, so you take this as a miracle from the Lord as you sit back in relief and wait for the teacher to finally arrive to begin lecture.

Needless to say, you find yourself completely oblivious to the tiger hybrid a couple rows behind you who has been listening in since the start of class.

And the lynx hybrid who smirks dangerously at this fresh bit of juicy gossip.

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Taehyung ignores the poke to his cheek and instead focuses on finishing his essay for his psychology class.

Maybe if he took a page from Pavlov’s book, he can train Jimin to shut up every time he hears a bell ring. Jimin likes to call it “cruel and unusual punishment.” Taehyung dubs it “essential knowledge.”

“Nope.”

“How about now?”

“Nope.”

“Now?”

“You want me to punch you in the face?”

“Oh, so feisty.” Jimin giggles devilishly.

Taehyung rolls back his shoulders as he continues typing away at his laptop, reaching the final page of his essay. Slowly but surely, he’ll be done for the night and in time for his 5-hour nap session. At least then, Jimin won’t be around to nag on him anymore.

“Did you really hate the site I showed you? I got another one if you’re interested.”

Taehyung says nothing to this. For the next ten minutes, he wishes for complete and utter focus on his essay – at least until his reference page – and not the dreadful image of your sopping wet cunt replaying like an annoying infomercial across his brain.

“Oh…I see.” Jimin smirks at the lack of response. “Maybe you liked it a little too much? I understand…”

Jimin pauses to watch Taehyung’s face, but his boastful ego is only fed with the same deadpan look from ten minutes ago. He’ll have to step it up a notch – time for Phase III.

“Maybe you’ve just been watching the wrong ones. I had the same issue when I first discovered the site so you’re not alone.” Jimin sighs in fake despair. “If you want a good one, my friends’ been talking about that prettykitty channel, but I haven’t gotten around to—"

Skkrrt!

Jimin nearly flings himself out of his own chair at Taehyung’s abrupt leave. He barely takes time to completely shut down his computer, and Jimin’s pretty sure that he didn’t save his work either.

“Okay…goodbye, I guess.” Jimin grumbles to himself, scratching awkwardly at the nape of his neck.

What’s bothering Taehyung so much?

Taehyung has an answer for that, and it’s simply this. 

He’s going crazy. Complete and utterly bonkers. 

That’s it – the obvious explanation for the entire situation.

Stress from the new school semester mixed in with daily struggles like remembering to call his parents on their anniversary before he’s bombarded with angry texts from his mother or paying his tuition fees on time so that he doesn’t end up living in a box outside of his lecture hall.

Why else would he be so hung up on someone he barely even knows? Sure, he’s known you since you two were barely out of Pull-ups, and yeah, you’ve occasionally played together on the playground before you found your own groups to hang out with. College’s different – you’re two grown adults who are working towards a degree for a career that you’re bound to be stuck in for the rest of your lives. You both crave excitement – while his involves watching girls get themselves off on camera, you’re actually living as one of them!

Maybe that’s why he’s so enamored by the sudden discovery of this darker version of you behind the screen. You, the quiet and introverted student by day, become the loudest sex kitten known to mankind by night. It’s enough to shock anyone into a meaningless daze – much like the one Taehyung’s in right now.

‘It all makes sense now!’

“You just have to watch someone else…then you won’t think about her anymore.” Taehyung whispers to himself as he types in the infamous website. “Once you see a new pair of nice tits, you’ll get over hers.”

If Jimin and the rest of the boys, especially Namjoon who oversees the group as an unofficial leader, could hear him right now, Taehyung would be due for a smack in the head.

Regardless of what does and what doesn’t make sense, Taehyung likes to think that it’s the only possible solution to his ‘you’ problem.

Forget the old by welcoming something new.

He nods happily to himself as he scrolls through the list of camgirls on the site, pointedly ignoring the one that stands out to him the most.

The blinking red alert of “Live!” stares him straight in the face, but Taehyung gathers all of his emotional strength to skip over it completely to click on another.

It’s a bunny hybrid this time – Taehyung just knows that Jungkook would be creaming himself in under five seconds at the sight of the cottontail poking through black lace panties. The girl’s hot, Taehyung can’t deny that obvious fact. She’s already touching herself through the lace, with her free hand coming up to caress a sensitive nipple. He’s quickly reminded of his unofficial task of the night: forget all about prettykitty to focus on peachbun instead.

‘Foolproof plan, if I do say so myself.’

Somewhere, Namjoon clutches his heart from a sudden sting of pain – or was it betrayal?

He reaches down to slowly stroke his cock through his sweatpants, getting himself warmed up as the girl continues touching herself. He smirks to himself as he falls into a relaxed state, welcoming in her soft moans and sleek sounds from her pussy as she starts stretching herself out with two fingers.

Not even two minutes in, and Taehyung finds himself in trouble.

He frowns as he switches between rapid tugging and stroking at a snail’s pace. Nothing. Not even the sight of the girl’s pebbled nipples and overflowing sleek over her thighs can make Taehyung as hard as a rock.

If anything, his dick’s as hard as an al dente pasta noodle.

He pouts as his dick sits as limp as ever against his stomach. If dicks could have sad faces, his would be the poster child. He can practically hear Jimin and the others mimic sad violins behind him, mocking him for his complete and utter failure of a boner. Taehyung can’t help but think that God’s purposely against him for watching porn – or so, his mother would probably say.

Taehyung bites his lip pensively as he scrolls back to the top of the page. Your channel teases him, the red ‘Live’ button winking incessantly and slowly provoking him to click, to give into the temptation. He plays with the idea of searching through more camgirl channels, but suddenly even that feels like a tedious chore.

He knows what he wants – he just can’t (shouldn’t) have it. Taehyung moves the mouse to click out of the webpage, but his own stubbornness freezes him in his tracks, the mouse icon hovering over the exit button.

It’s Monday evening – the end of a hard day’s work at school. He completed his psychology essay on time with a couple hours to spare, and he made sure to send the extra time to answer all the messages in his emails, especially the one from his little siblings who bombarded him to spend them money to buy new games at the mall, and clean up his bathroom after God knows how many months.

Taehyung deserves a little pampering for himself (as awkward as it sounds) – a little “self-care”, so to speak – so…why not?

Before he can physically rip himself away from his laptop and chuck himself through his dorm room window, Taehyung clicks on your livestream and waits as it loads. It had been about 5 minutes since your livestream started, and Taehyung hopes that he hasn’t missed much.

It’s as if invisible hands are strangling him when Taehyung finally enters the livestream.

You’re indeed streaming…but you’re not alone.

“F-fuck, Daddy, yes.” You cry out as the man drives his hips into yours, his veiny hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “Fuck m-my little pussy. Fill me up with your kittens.”

The sight of you, complete with your ears and tail, being obliterated by an unknown man is enough for Taehyung’s cock to fill up and ache to be touched. He should be angry – at most, he’s a little bit jealous. Instead, he’s completely drawn into the image of someone else’s cock inside of you and the wetness that spills over onto the sheets and down your thighs.

Taehyung whines pathetically as he grips his own cock on his right hand, tugging in tandem with the man’s thrusts. He can hear every lewd squelch of your pussy as it clings to the man’s dick in a tight vice. By the sound of his throaty grunts, it only keeps riling hm up. While the man’s face is never shown, Taehyung gets a front-row view of your fucked-out expression – the most important part of the show, in his opinion.

You’re drenched in sweat and come, but you still look as pretty as you did today. You lean upwards to crash your lips against the stranger’s and as you pull away, a cute little string of spit drips from your bottom lip. Your tiny hands grasp at the bedsheets in desperation – in a sneaky attempt to touch your clit, the man smacks at your wrists, and you assume your original position.  

“O-Oh shit, that feels so good.” You giggle through every harsh thrust, stretching your legs out further so that his cock fills your hole deeper and deeper. “Daddy always knows how to take care of his little pussy in heat. He knows how to make his kitten feel so good.”

Taehyung swallows dryly -- your little stream’s a pretend heat session. You didn’t show any signs of an actual heat in class, so it’s a fair assumption that you’re just playing it up for views and tips. It plants a little image in the viewers’ heads of you being in heat just for them. Meanwhile, you work to stack up cash for the night, aiming for $5k in about an hour. Last time, you’d gotten $2k, and you had only streamed for less than an hour, so your expectations are more or less obtainable.

As Taehyung continues fucking up into his clenched fist, he takes a peek at the comment section that goes berserk. Comments such as “You look so fucking hot!” and “I can’t wait for you to come all over yourself, baby” are the most common that he sees – and they are absolutely right.

“Come in my little pussy, Daddy.” You whimper as the man’s thrusts start to become sloppy, his hand that once grips at your throat moving down to grip your sides.

You lean onto your chest in order to reach behind you and knead your cheeks apart, his wet thrusts hitting every sweet spot possible. It’s hard to not roll your eyes back in pleasure, but you keep your eyes on the man, pouting cutely as you silently beg for your quick release.

“Does my little kitty like that, huh?” Taehyung subtly snarls at the commanding tone of the stranger.

Maybe he’s more than a little jealous.

“I f-fucking love it.” Your own hips grind back onto his cock, desperate to milk out whatever release he had for you.

The feeling of his fingers brushing against your tail sends tingles down your spine and into the apex of your thighs. You’re reaching the end of your rope, and Taehyung sees it even before it finally happens.

Taehyung closes his eyes as he tightens his fist around his wet cock. He’s so close to his own release, but he wants to wait until you come – a lame excuse to pretend that you’re coming on his cock and not some stranger’s, that you’re the one receiving his come and being filled up with his kittens.

“I’m coming!”

Taehyung pants as he watches your face transform into a look of sheer bliss as your juices spray all over the man’s cock and onto the already sodden bedsheets. You’re suddenly lifted up against his broad chest, the audience catching a glimpse at the cock snug deep in your creamy pussy, and the man fucks up in quick bursts as he reaches his own end.

“What a good kitty.” The man purrs as his fingers trail down your stomach to flick gently at your pink pearl.  

You purr in response as you feel his warm come fill you up, the overstimulation on your clit bringing together a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. When it becomes too much, you twitch away from his fingers, a whine parting from your swollen lips. You accidentally shift off his cock with a wet pop, a steady stream of come dripping from your little hole and mixing in with your clear juices from before.

The sight’s too much for Taehyung to handle, and he can’t stop himself from staining his t-shirt with the white ropes of his own come. His breath grows heavy with each finishing stroke until his cock becomes too sensitive, forcing him to pull away and take a much-needed breather.

However, his eyes stay glued to your form as you wave goodbye to your viewers, giggling profusely as the man plants multiple kisses along the curve of your back. Your adorable laughter soon morphs into decadent whimpers once you feel his warm tongue lick away the remaining come that coats your cunt.

“Dream of me tonight, Daddy.”

Your blissful sigh is all Taehyung witnesses before the livestream officially ends, leaving Taehyung to clean up his mess.

Both literally and metaphorically.

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For Better Or Worse | 004

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The high-pitched sound echoed against the bare walls, it’s noise utterly defined as it bounced off every surface in the house. Each interval made my stomach tighten in an unexplainable fear. Part of my frozen as a dryness found a way to my mouth.

I ached more than anything, shivering against the terror that had made itself known in one fail sweep. My fingers were numb, it seemed, as I quickly shut the oven off, bringing the closest magazine towards the fire alarm as I tried to swat the accumulating smoke away.

This oven had never been a friend of mine. It would heat up quickly, whatever food that dared be placed on its stone stage was soon to be char if you didn’t keep a good eye on it. My patience was something that wavered constantly and stepping away for a moment proved fatal.

A deep haze filled the living room and kitchen as I rushed to push the patio door open. The sweat that had collected against my collarbone and beaded flush near my forehead instantly cooled. It was a refreshing breath, the sun just beginning to peak out over the edge of a darkened horizon. My heart was pounding roughly against the inside of my stomach, right where that dreaded pain first originated. It was the memory. That dreaded sound. It brought back a lot.

The next sound of a slight whimper caused me to snap my gaze up, eyes struggling to find a place as I turned towards the little hallway that was lit by nothing but a golden bulb. I wasn’t used to the noise. Addy was hard to stir from bed on any given day, her fingers shaking as knuckles turned white. She clung to the wall like she clung to me.

“Oh, Addy” I whispered, kneeling down in front of her. She was crying, the tears dripping unevenly off her chin as it soaked into her nightshirt. She held a little-stuffed cow in one arm, squeezing it tightly as if her life depended on it. That thing had been stitched up more times than I could count. I had washed it over and over again until the scent of soap overpowered that of ash.

I cupped my hand gently behind her neck, my touch subtle as I brushed the tears away from her flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry that woke you up, I was trying to cook breakfast.”

Nothing.

“I know it must have been scary, huh? Much worse than an alarm clock.”

Addison had been stirred from sleep that fateful night. I was never sure if it was because of the flames that eventually licked at her rich mahogany door, or the fact that the alarms had been blaring like they were a few moments ago. It was the smoke for me- the smoke that billowed against a deep inky sky. I could see it from miles away- before I even got back to the house. I had run past the threshold willingly, but Addison? She was in the pit of it.

The tiny girl pressed into my touch, a small smile tugging at my lips as I tried to lighten the mood. I pulled her closer, breathing in her sweet scent as I held her near, the girl burying her head against the nave of my neck as that stupid stuffed animal created an uncomfortable block between the two of us.

“McDonald’s sounds really good right now,” I mumbled, knowing that the bacon that had been reduced to char was the last of the supplies I had until I could get back to the store. It was a lost cause at this point, even I didn’t want to try my hand at frying up more food- my adrenaline admittedly still pumping out like pheromones. When I pulled away the girl was beaming. “Alright then, I’ll take that as a yes.”

I stood, letting out a small groan as I pushed her towards her room, trusting the six-year-old to dress, my own concern lying with the charred pot that I had to soak in a mix of detergent and warm water for a few hours.

I placed it easily in the half-full sink, cringing away from the scent of burnt fat and meat. It turned me off to the idea of bacon completely, but my stomach still yearned for some type of food. The greasy clutches of a burger place would do the trick now, the drive over there on my mind as my phone buzzed against the dining room table. It lit up the dark area, my fingers grasping the warm device.

DEMON BITCH(6:59AM):

Don’t forget, we have some stuff to talk about today.

BECA(7:03AM):

How could I possibly forget? You felt the need to remind me this early, so it must be important.

DEMON BITCH(7:04AM):

Play nice… I’ll see you at nine.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes bitterly as I palmed my keys, waiting for my little sister to finally emerge from the clutches of her room. She still continued to clutch that little farm animal of hers. I drew in a short breath, contemplating objecting. She was still shaken, so I held my tongue, instead, I reached my hand out- her little fingers tracing the edge of a scar that could never be forgotten as I pulled her back to the car.

An ocean breeze licked coolly against the edge of my chest, the weather warming enough to allow me to pull the hem of my shirt over my head- a deep black sports bra the only thing keeping me from diving into the looming ocean down below the docks.

“No, I understand that,” I mumbled, one foot resting lazily on the edge of the port side as I let out a struggled breath. The sun was beating against my bare skin, a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants threatening to dip past my waistline. “I was told that the keel would be in by the 27th.”

The man on the other end of the conversation was slowly pulling at my nerves. He was just doing his job- his words muffled by the background noise of another employee dealing with a disgruntled customer. The urge to fight against his words was a strong one- but I had been on the other end of some of these calls, knowing that the messenger was never to be shot.

I pulled my foot down from the edge of the Poseidon, it’s hull shifting as the driftwood creaked and groaned under my weight. “Well, I can’t very much sail her without the part.” My voice was deep, close to a growl that I knew he couldn’t pick up on.

He rambled on for a few more seconds as I pressed the heel of my hand against my hairline. A thick layer of sweat was covering almost every edge of my body- the seagulls starting to stir from their brief slumber as the sun made its presence more than clear.

I eventually hung up, shaking my head as I mumbled a few profanities. Haven was a tiny town that one had to dig for on the map- getting stuff shipped here from larger companies had always proven difficult. But I was given a time limit from the Mayor, one that I could barely meet as it was.

“You have a customer service voice?”

“Huh?” I sniffed, lowering my aching arm as I turned my back to the ocean. It was something that my father had taught me. Never turn your back on a fight or the sea. They both had the same amount of gust when it came to persistence. In this case, I knew I would be turning away from one and into another.

Chloe.

She was dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans, something I didn’t know the girl even owned. Even with the baggy clothing her figure was strong and defined- the way she carried herself enticing in its own right. The thoughts of getting a chance to pull those very clothes off of her exited my mind as soon as it entered. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear it.

The girl that I looked over at, however, had her eyes glued to me. Those deep and mysterious eyes that scanned me from top to bottom. I couldn’t help the heat that rose to my cheeks as I realized how naked I actually was, my fingers searching for the soft cotton shirt that was next to me.

“Your voice,” She spoke finally pulling her gaze up to mine. “It changes when you’re having a conversation on the phone.”

“Oh.” I pulled my shirt over my shoulders, not bothering to readjust it. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“People usually don’t.”

I nodded absently, this was the first time that she had spoken to me without sending an insult or two my way. It was odd, seeing how calm she was. I wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with the overpowering sun or the early morning hours. I swallowed roughly, outreaching my palm towards the girl. She eyed is suspiciously.

“You want me to get on there?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow condescendingly. It was nice while it lasted.

“Unless you’d rather crack a cold one with John down the docks, then I don’t see any other option.”

She knit her eyebrows, glancing down at the man who had already started day drinking long before I got here. She was actually considering listening to an old seaman spin fake tales of krakens and islands that were forged from a fire. Instead, Chloe let out a deep breath and eventually laced her fingers with mine, allowing me to pull her towards the middle of the boat.

The edge of her boot got caught on the edge, a small yelp moving past her lips as she clutched frantically at my shirt- her fingers wrapping roughly against the fabric. I winced as they dug into my sides, cheek resting near my chest as she panted. I didn’t make much effort to clutch onto her, instead, I just stood- an amused look on my face.

“Ask me on a date first, Beale.” I chuckled, the sound vibrating from my chest as she lifted her gaze to mine, still pressed flush against me. She quickly let out a rough growl and shoved me away, shaking her own head to clear it, this time.

“Fuck off, Mitchell.” Was all she said, clearly rattled by the way the boat moved with the waves. The ocean was not for everyone and part of me had a feeling that Chloe was one of those people. Instead of fighting her I shook my head and walked towards the small structure that protruded from the inside of the ship.

It held a steering wheel and a few other controls, but more importantly, it was cooler than the rest of the ship, a little living area rested behind a door that I quickly pushed open- the salty scent of the sea filling my lungs. It burned but in the best way possible.

There wasn’t much space, two bunk beds chained to the left side of the room while a table and chairs attached to the wall reminded me more of an RV than a vessel that we had built back up and nursed to health. She was almost done- a few technical parts before we could trust her back out in the Pacific.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” Chloe griped, taking the last step into the little area. I rolled my eyes as if she could see. My hands reaching towards the mini fridge that Jesse and I had hooked up during our long nights here. I pulled water from the brightly lit cabinet, offering one to the red-head that she quickly denied.

“It’s not mine.” I let out a small sigh, leaning on the edge of the table as I cracked open the water. “It’s the towns. We pulled it from a wreak a few months ago.”

“Oh?” She knit her eyebrows together, seemingly interested. “Was the owner okay?”

“I don’t suppose so.” I lifted the bottle to my lips, watching her eyes shift against the room as I let the icy liquid drip down my throat and chin. “We pulled it a while ago but it sunk in the 60’s.”

“It seems so sturdy.” She mumbled to herself, shifting her weight from one foot to another as I watched her carefully. It was odd- seeing her once again consumed by the environment of a place instead of making my life a living, but capable, hell.

“Boats sink, Chlo,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Sometimes the ocean just wins.”

“Right,” She squared her shoulders, snapping out of her stance as she sent me a deep glare. “That’s enough of that. “Now, about this bridal party”    

[A/N: Wow, some niceness! We'll see how long it lasts]

[poppyssupergirl]

Face of a Lover, Hands of a Stranger

Thank you to my betas: @the-queen-of-the-light and @orangemonster33 who are both wonderful and help control my rampant comma splicing. 

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"Hey, can I join you?"

Maggie turned at the voice and smiled. "Babe, you can always join me in the shower." The curtain opened and Maggie shivered at both the cool air and Alex's look. She chuckled. "But I've got work, so no wandering hands."

Alex frowned and pouted her lips. Maggie just laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "What're you doing today?"

Maggie turned her smile into the water spray and ran her fingers through her hair. "More paperwork than you could imagine."

Alex's fingers brushed over her hips and Maggie's smile broadened to a flash of teeth.

"I really do have to work." She turned, loosening Alex's grip and scrubbed at her face. She tried not to think about how much better of a mood she'd be in if Alex didn't take her warning.

Apparently, she was about to find out. Alex slipped closer, pressing into her back and pushed the tiniest amount of pressure against the underside of Maggie's arms, "Hands against the wall, officer."

Well shit, Alex's voice was already gravely, deeper than Maggie'd ever heard it before and maybe she should be asking if something had happened at the DEO but her body was already reacting. It must be the steam, Maggie felt a little hazy, but she pressed her palms against the ceramic and shivered.

Alex bit her shoulder and cupped her breasts, Maggie sucked in a lung full of steam. Shit, Alex didn’t usually take the lead, not like this. Something definitely must have happened at the DEO, but if this was what Alex needed at the moment, well, Maggie was more than happy to give it.

One of Alex's hands dropped to the inside of Maggie's thigh and pressed, asking Maggie to spread for her. "Fuck, Alex, what's gotten into you?"

Maggie slipped her leg to the side and Alex trailed her fingers up Maggie's thigh, still kneading into her breast with the other. Maggie jutted her hips forward and groaned, Alex could be moving a lot faster at this point, Maggie was plenty wet now.

"Alex, c'mon, I have to-" Alex slipped her entire palm over Maggie's core and just gripped her. Maggie thrust her hips down and slammed her eyes shut because, christ, Alex had never done this before.

"Maggie, I'm home!"

Time seemed to stop. Every cell in Maggie's body went cold, because that voice was all Alex and cloning wasn't a thing yet.

A hand clapped over Maggie's mouth and pulled her back. Maggie pushed off the wall, using the creature’s force to ram whatever this thing was into the ceramic wall. The loud thud and groan gave Maggie very little satisfaction.

"Maggie?"

She ripped herself out of its loosened grip and grabbed for the metal rack she hung on the shower wall. Maggie turned just as it was reaching for her and slammed the rack against the side of its skull, bottles of soap dropped to the floor with thuds and bangs.

This isn't Alex, this isn't Alex, this isn't Alex bleeding blue against her wall. It wasn’t Alex groaning before pure anger surged across the creature’s face.

"MAGGIE DOWN" Maggie sat on her heels and raised the rack as Alex pulled the trigger of her pistol twice. The thing screamed and then Alex was in front of her, placing herself between Maggie and what was quickly becoming a Niburian.

"Base, this is Danvers, I need a containment team immediately."

The Niburian shimmered and writhed against the shower wall. Maggie shivered and stumbled to get out of the bathroom. Alex gritted her teeth but didn’t go after Maggie besides reorienting herself so she was still between Maggie and the alien. She pressed the com in her ear and nodded to the words coming through. Maggie saw the twitch in her finger and wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep from shooting the Niburian again if their places were reversed.

“Yes”

Maggie scraped her nails down her arm and yanked a shirt over her head. Nothing had happened, she was fine, fine, fine. Just fine.

Alex backed out of the bathroom. Their eyes met and Maggie watched Alex breathe in before firing another round into the bathroom. She didn’t hear the alien shriek. “Do you need medical attention?”

And at any other time Maggie would have pulled Alex into a kiss to get that quake out of her voice, but Maggie just pressed her lips together and shook her head. Alex took a step toward her before grimacing and pressing at her com again.

“No medical personnel needed, unidentified alien, shapeshifter class-”

“It’s a Niburian.”

Alex whipped her head back to look at Maggie and Maggie saw the muscles work in her jaw before she nodded and relayed the information.

“Three minutes, understood.”

Maggie tugged at a pair of sweats in the drawer and pulled several extra pairs that fell to the floor. “Fuck” she couldn’t stop shaking. Shit, it’d been all over her. A hand clasped over the pants on the floor and Maggie jerked back into the dresser, her heart in her throat.

She looked down to see Alex frozen, kneeling on the floor, with emotions swirling over her face. Anger, concern, apprehension, remorse, sadness… and Maggie’s heart clenched again, but she couldn’t peel her hands from the dresser.

Alex swallowed, but didn’t stand, “What can I do?” She looked on the brink of tears and Maggie just shook her head.

“Just- just get it out of here, I’ll be fine- I am fine. I’m fine.” She turned her back and shoved her legs into the sweats. She just needed to breathe and not think about its hands on her body.

A loud knock came from the door, “Agent Danvers?”

She heard Alex check the bathroom again, she must not have killed the Niburian, and then practically run to the door. “Yes, in here.”

Maggie didn’t turn around. She felt her hair finally soak through her shirt and the drips pittered down her back. Her knuckles were white with how hard she was holding the dresser, but to hell if she’d let these agents see her shaking.

It wasn’t until the ‘ssshhh’ of the shower turned off that she realized the noise wasn’t from her own head.

The agents were in and out in less than two minutes, but it felt so long to Maggie. Her arms were cramping and she’d need to explain to her dentist why her teeth were ground down. The door finally clicked shut behind them and Alex’s footsteps stopped almost three feet from her.

“How can I help, Maggie?”

Maggie shook her head. She needed time, space, a new body. She didn’t know, she couldn’t-

“Hey.” And Alex’s voice was so soft, Maggie couldn’t help relaxing her jaw, “You remember how we first met?”

Maggie almost huffed out a laugh, like she could forget.

“You know, we don’t all watch the same bad movies together.” Maggie bit her lip and did huff this time. “We did have one movie night together, but it wasn’t at Quantico.” She turned and Alex offered up a little smile.

She took a tiny step forward toward Maggie and Maggie nodded. “I was flirting with you, y’know.”

Alex bit her lip to contain her smile and shuffled forward a little further, “I chewed out Agent Gaines for almost six minutes on proper evidence handling.”

And that got Maggie to laugh, the rush of adrenaline finally subsiding, she slumped against the dresser and shook her head. “I was so close to asking you back to my easy-bake-oven of a lab. You had such a great poker face then.”

“Oh?” Alex shuffled forward a little more, “Do I not have a great poker face now?” She tried for a pout but the crinkles around her eyes gave away her smile and Maggie grinned.

She reached up with both hands and traced her thumbs over Alex’s cheeks. “No, you show everything now.” Alex’s eyes widened but she only dipped her head more firmly into Maggie’s hold. “I can almost always tell what you’re thinking.”

Alex turned to press her lips into Maggie’s palm before making eye contact, “And now?”

Her voice was so small, so gentle, and Maggie couldn’t help but step forward. “You’re wondering what happened to shake me up so badly. You don’t want to push, but you did want to shoot that Niburian a few more times.” Maggie swallowed, “You’re wondering if it’s okay to touch me after whatever that thing did.”

Her reply was just a nod. Just a quick jerk of her head and worried eyes.

“It didn’t get far.” She dropped her hands and breathed in deeply, “Honestly, I should have realized it wasn’t you. I just thought you were antsy after a bad day at the DEO.”

“Antsy?” Alex brushed her hand over Maggie’s wrist before lacing their fingers together.

Maggie shrugged and chewed on her lip before replying, “Sexually frustrated.�� The thumb tracing over her knuckles stopped and she felt Alex tense. “Nothing happened, you interrupted whatever it had planned.” Maggie squeezed Alex’s hand and tilted her head up to catch Alex’s …

Glare wasn’t the right word. For some reason, ‘thunderous fury’ popped into her head and Maggie would laugh at her own theatrics if the last time she’d seen that look was any less serious. She’d watched Supergirl, Kara, fall and she’d nearly been in awe.

She’d quite literally watched a star fall. The laughter that rang out after was maniacal at the best of times. Alex’s face was contorted in anger and fear and it looked a whole hell of a lot like what Maggie was looking at right now.

There were a lot of things that warmed Maggie’s heart, but the look of near desperation on her girlfriend’s face was on the top of her list. The chills that she’d felt in the shower finally dissipated and she smiled when she leaned up to press a kiss to that perfect mouth.

Alex slipped a hand around her waist and nuzzled into her hair. Maggie breathed in the slight smell of gunpowder, Head & Shoulders, and lilac detergent. She relaxed into Alex’s hold and whispered, “Will you keep telling me about the things we’ve done together?”

A happy hum vibrated against her shoulder and Maggie chuckled. She felt like the sun was taking root in her chest.

“Remember that Infernian you bashed over the head with a metal pipe?” She could feel Alex’s smile against her neck and Maggie wrapped her hands around Alex’s waist. “I think that was the point where I first thought you were hot.”

“Oh?” But Maggie didn’t pull away to look at Alex, she just pressed herself closer and pushed Alex lightly toward the bed. “And here I thought it was when my hands were tied above my head.”

A huff of air blew down her back and Maggie shivered. Alex pulled her closer and shuffled them backward, “I mean, I was a tad distracted at the time.” Her hands slid up Maggie’s shirt, peeling the cold, wet fabric away from her skin.

Those warm hands felt wonderful and Maggie pulled her arms back to let Alex pull her shirt off. “Here I thought a cute woman tied up would have all your attention.” Alex didn’t touch anywhere but her back, just rubbed soothing circles into her skin.

Alex’s knees bumped into the edge of the bed and Maggie let her pull them both down onto the sheets. “Well, my sister was right there, that’d have been a little much for her.” She smiled up at Maggie and pulled the comforter over them. “But she’d have my full attention now.”

With a huff, Maggie rolled her eyes and didn’t even try to hide her smile, “Yeah, yeah, you’re such a charmer.” She settled on Alex’s chest and hummed when Alex’s fingers slid through her hair, helping it dry and massaging her scalp.

“Mmhh, did I ever tell you I sat a stool on the tall guy’s throat?” Maggie blinked at Alex’s throat and pulled back.

“What?”

“The one at the bar? He knew where the Infernian was holed up but he wouldn’t tell me.” Alex shrugged at Maggie’s look and trailed a hand over her arm.

Maggie opened her mouth and then closed it. How was this woman so brilliant and so stupid? “How did you get him on the ground? He’s practically an ox.”

“I smashed his head into the bar, so he was kind of surprised.”

Maggie blinked. “He has a skull six times thicker than a human’s. What if you’d dented the bar? M’gann would have kicked your ass all the way back to Mars.”

Alex shrugged and grinned. “Got me what I wanted.” And how could Maggie not mirror that smile? It lit up the room just as much as Supergirl’s.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Alex’s lips. This woman would be the death of her, but what a way to go. “I hope you take backup next time you go smashing aliens around.”

“I’m looking at my backup.”

Maggie’s heart stuttered. She’d almost get it under control and then Alex would drop these one-liners… She lay back down over Alex and pulled her as close as she could, “Always, Danvers.”

Alex’s fingers resumed their soft petting and Alex hummed a low, soft tune that had Maggie nodding off in no time. “Will you…” Alex shifted beneath her and Maggie squeezed her shoulders. “Will you tell me what happened tomorrow?”

Maggie almost sat up at that, the tension working its way back into her muscles, but Alex put pressure on her back, asking her to stay put. She sighed and nodded, “Yeah.”

“You don’t have to, I just-”

“I will, Alex. Just-” Maggie pressed her lips together, trying to keep from shuddering again. “Just give me a bit, okay?”

“Of course.” She slid her hands from Maggie’s hair and rubbed up and down her back. Long strokes of her hands, soothing and grounding.

“Tell me more?” Maggie flattened herself fully against Alex again and closed her eyes. She was warm and loved; she wouldn’t move from here for anything if she could.

Alex hummed and pressed a leisurely kiss to Maggie’s shoulder. “I could tell you this woman who came into my apartment with a box of pizza and beer and said the most romantic thing I’d ever heard?”

“We better be thinking of the same woman, Danvers.” Maggie huffed, but her lip-splitting smile probably gave her away. But at this point she’d give anything to this woman, her heart was already taken after all.

“Well, she has these amazing dimples…

“You like having your hands against the wall?”

“Alex, I’d probably like anything you did to me.”

“Oh… okay then…. Should I call you officer?”

“Only if I can call you Agent”

“That… you could do. I wouldn’t mind.”

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How To Get Rid Of Hangnails

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How To Get Rid Of Hangnails

Esha Saxena September 11, 2018

Hangnails are a real pain. They tend to tear and bleed, leaving your finger sore and swollen. If you’re like me, the first thing you do at the sight of a hangnail is resist the urge to pick it…and then pick it anyway. Oops! Major nope. You see, this will only worsen the situation as it can get infected when exposed to fungus and bacteria. Yes, it is gross and scary! If you’re hung up on the throbbing pain of that hangnail, we’ve got solutions. Read on to find out more!

What Is A Hangnail?

A hangnail refers to that tiny piece of skin which separates from your cuticle. A hangnail is especially painful when it’s still attached to your nail bed or the live portion of your skin.

What Causes Hangnails?

Have you noticed that hangnails tend to occur more frequently during the cold winter months? If you have dry skin, you are even more susceptible to these pesky little suckers. This is because dry skin is more vulnerable to damage caused by harsh soaps, water, and low temperature.

How To Get Rid Of Hangnails

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If you notice a hangnail, DO NOT rip it off. This is essential if you want to get rid of it without putting yourself at a higher risk of infection. Here’s what you need to do instead!

What You Need

A large bowl

Warm water

Vitamin E oil/olive oil

Cuticle nipper

Antibacterial ointment

Step By Step Tutorial

Step 1: Fill a large bowl with warm water and soak your fingers in it for 10 to 15 minutes. If you want to moisturize them, add a few drops of olive oil or vitamin E oil to the water. Step 2: Dry your hand and use a sterilized and sharp cuticle nipper to cut off the base of the hangnail. This will prevent your hangnail from getting caught on things. However, make sure you don’t cut off more skin than required – this can be painful too. Step 3: Apply an antibacterial ointment to the area to prevent infection. If your hangnail was embedded a little too deep, now is a good time to wrap a band-aid around it. Step 4: Moisturize the hangnail area with some vitamin E oil multiple times a day until it fully heals. This step is crucial especially after washing your hands. You can also use petroleum jelly, coconut oil or olive oil to moisturize the area and combat dryness.

Hangnails are a pain to deal with. However, there are a few simple things that you can do to ensure you don’t get them in the first place. Just follow the tips given below and you’ll be set!

Tips: A Guide To Preventing And Treating Hangnails

Keep Your Nail Beds Moisturized

Dry skin is an invitation for hangnails. It’s important to keep your hands and nail beds moisturized by using either a hand cream or vitamin E oil regularly. It’s a good idea to wear a pair of rubber gloves while washing your dishes to protect your hands from harsh soaps and detergents.

Cut Off Hangnails While They Are Short

Instead of ripping your skin off or picking on it, use a cuticle nipper to cut off a hangnail as soon as you spot it. The more you wait, the worse it gets. It is also advisable to trim your nails frequently and to get a manicure regularly. This will prevent hangnail development to a great extent.

Stop Biting Your Nails

Biting your nails is a straight-up terrible habit. It damages your nails and the area that surrounds them. This increases your chances of developing hangnails.

Get Rid Of Acetone

Nail polish removers that contain high amounts of acetone significantly dry out your hands and nail beds. Chuck them out and try something milder. Use a remover that contains moisturizing ingredients like glycerin and vitamin E.

Eat Nutritious Food

Maintaining a balanced diet is crucial for maintaining your overall health (not just to prevent hangnails). Eat foods that are rich in iron and calcium. If you don’t get enough vitamins through your daily diet, consider taking vitamin and biotin supplements.

Hangnails are annoying. They are super common and tend to become a nagging and ongoing problem for many of us. You can solve this problem by making a few changes and taking certain precautions to prevent them. It’s also important to deal with them in the right way. We hope this article comes in handy for you to effectively treat that hangnail. If you have any questions or suggestions, leave them in the comments section below!

Expert’s Answers For Readers’ Questions

How to get rid of hangnails without nail clippers?

If you can’t get your hands on a nail clipper, simply put a band-aid over the hangnail until you get one. It’s the safest and most efficient removal technique. Don’t pick on it or trim it with scissors – it’s not advisable.

How to get rid of an infected hangnail?

Identifying an infected hangnail is easy. It is swollen, red, painful, warm, and may have a pus-filled abscess at the edge of the nail. To get rid of it, soak your hands in warm water for 15 minutes, trim the hangnail, and apply an antibiotic cream to speed up recovery. If you still don’t see any improvement or if the condition worsens, consult a doctor.

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