#curd face pack

[dermaessentiaskincare]

Curd Face Pack

Immerse yourself in the velvety texture as the Curd Face Pack gently caresses your skin, infusing it with the magic of lactic acid, vitamins, and minerals. Like a soothing whisper from the past, this pack draws inspiration from ancient beauty rituals, where curd was treasured for its ability to bestow a radiant glow and velvety softness.

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5 Benefits of Besan and Curd Face Pack

Besan and Curd Face Pack is a very good choice to de-tan your skin and alongside it also helps to exfoliate and nourish your skin.  Skin health deterioration is becoming a major yet neglected issue today, especially given our exposure to more dirt, pollutants, effects of stress etc. This makes our skin dull and coarse.

Your face being the most exposed part of your body, gets affected the most and if you don’t use any facewash & facepack, this results in a lot of dead skin cells forming the top layer of your skin hiding your natural glow.

Suitable for Multiple skin types:

Using (gram flour) besan and curd face packs is recommended since it solely helps you get rid of dullness, blackheads, dirt and pollutants and gives you a soft, clear, smooth and healthy skin with a natural glow by removing dead skin cells. The best part is, that it is suitable for multiple skin types and thus is widely used especially in Indian homes.

For Dry Skin type:

Although Besan/ Besam Pack along with their brightness brings dryness, but when used with moisturizing agents like curd, what you get is lustrous and smooth skin! Thus besan curd pack works amazing on dry skin type. Adding curd provides it hydrating and moisturizing qualities that assist enhance collagen and elastin levels in your skin. This keeps your skin plump and young.

Read More: 5 Amazing Reasons to Apply Besan and Curd for Healthy Skin

For Oily skin type: 

Besan works wonderfully for people with oily skin since it absorbs the oil along with improving the skin tone. This along with deta, helps you avoid acne and other skin issues caused by excess oil.

Skin whitening and Inflammation reduction: 

Besan is very useful in removing dark spots and pigmentation and thus it acts as a good skin-whitening agent, curd mixed with it helps in removing dead skin cells and fastens new skin cell generation thus both work complementary to each other.

Apart from the above, if your skin is sensitive, besan works for you as well as it generally doesn’t have any irritating effects and in fact, it reduces inflammation giving you a soothing and calming feeling on your skin.

Fights Acne and Pimples:

Given its inflammatory properties, besan not only makes your skin calm but also helps you fight acne and pimples. It helps you with access oil and keeps your skin healthy and smooth.

It helps you get rid of the existing ones and prevents more from coming if you use it regularly

Anti-aging:

The protein in besan helps keep skin tone stable and lessen wrinkles and fine lines. Calcium and vitamins B2, B12, and D are found in curd. These nutrients help improve skin texture, enhance its elasticity, and support the regeneration of new skin cells. With consistent use, the besan-curd pack can help your skin stay youthful and vibrant.

Removes blackheads & clears those clogs!

Besan acts as a gentle scrub, clearing out all the gunk from your pores. With regular use, you can get rid of stubborn blackheads. Your face will thank you!

Besan and curd improve the long-term health of your skin. If you use it regularly, it strengthens your skin’s natural barrier, making it more resilient to environmental damage, pollution, and impurities. Curd’s probiotics and antioxidants provide deep nourishment, supporting your skin’s renewal process, while besan promotes smoothness and clarity.

FAQs:

Can men use the besan and curd face pack? Yes, this face pack is suitable for all genders and provides the same benefits, regardless of skin type.

Can the face pack help with sunburn? Yes, the combination of besan and curd helps soothe sunburn due to curd’s cooling properties. It can help reduce redness and promote faster healing.

Can I use the Besan and Curd Face Pack on sensitive skin? Yes, it is generally safe for sensitive skin as besan has anti-inflammatory properties, and curd has a calming effect. However, if you have extremely sensitive skin, consider doing a patch test first.

How long should I leave the face pack on? The ideal time to leave the pack on is around 15-20 minutes. Allow it to partially dry, but do not let it harden completely, as it may cause excess dryness.

Can I use this if I have combination skin? Yes! Besan and curd work harmoniously to address both oily and dry areas of your face skin. Besan absorbs excess oil from your T-zone, while curd hydrates and soothes the drier areas. It’s a great option for those with combination skin, offering balance across your face without over-drying or over-moisturizing any specific area.

Can I store leftover pack for later use? Freshness is crucial with natural ingredients like curd. It’s best to make a fresh batch each time you apply the pack. Storing it for later can lead to the curd souring, which may not be as effective or could even irritate your skin. Always use freshly prepared packs for the best results.

[slvbum]

ᤢ ♥︎⠀ 07⠀‌⸻ angel tears / rafe cameron!

content WARNING: toxic!rafe, psychological abuse, mentions of miscarriage.

For the first time in years, Y/N decided to do something for herself. She waited until Rafe left for work, his lunch packed, grilled salmon, quinoa salad, a slice of lavender cheesecake wrapped in parchment. She watched his car vanish down the drive, and felt a surge of resolve. She chose a white yoga set and braided her hair loosely, letting a few strands frame her face. Her heart raced as she walked to the country club, the salty breeze carrying a whisper of freedom.

The country club hummed with privilege: women in designer athleisure, men in crisp polos, their whispers trailing Y/N as she stepped inside. She felt like an outsider, their eyes recognizing her as Rafe Cameron’s wife, the princess kept under lock and key. She smiled through the stares, her cheeks warm, and found the pilates studio. She took a spot next to a pregnant woman, her belly softly rounded, her hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. She was maybe twenty-four, elegant in black leggings and a loose tank top, her face glowing with a quiet confidence Y/N envied.

This had to be the buzzcut man’s wife, Y/N thought.

The class was a revelation—stretching, breathing, moving her body in ways that felt like reclaiming a piece of herself. Afterward, the woman introduced herself, her smile warm as they settled at the club’s café, sipping matcha lattes. They talked easily. She shared stories of her garden, roses that refused to bloom, her triumph over a stubborn lavender bush. Y/N opened up about her baking, how she’d perfected her lavender shortbread but overbaked her last batch.

“My son, Theo, would devour those,” The woman laughed, her eyes crinkling. “He’s four, obsessed with dinosaurs and anything sweet.”

Y/N smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through her, the first in months.

The conversation deepened, the woman independence a quiet marvel to Y/N. She spoke of her work with her father with art and museums and how she balanced it with Theo’s school schedule.

“But of course, our nanny is a godsend,” The woman said, sipping her latte. “She’s been with us since Theo was born, but she’s itching to study—wants to be a teacher. I’ve been helping her research online university programs.” Y/N’s breath caught, the word teacher stirring a dream she’d buried under Rafe’s rules. “She’s so good with kids,” The woman continued, “and I want her to have that chance, you know? She needs to chase her dreams... I think teaching can be handful, a lot of kids, must be wild! Ever thought about teaching?”

Y/N’s fingers tightened around her glass, her heart racing.

“I used to,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I wanted to be a teacher, before…” She trailed off, the weight of Rafe’s control unspoken. The woman’s eyes softened, and when Y/N let slip, almost absently, that she had to get home because “Rafe doesn’t let me out much,” The woman’s face tightened, a flicker of concern crossing her features.

“Well that’s silly, he’s your husband... not your father,” The woman said, but soon she notice the discomfort in YN’s face and she urged with a gentle but insistent tone, like she was afraid she must go and not come back ever again. “Let’s order something to eat and talk a bit more, you deserve a moment for yourself.” She reached into her bag, pulling out two pamphlets. “These are for my nanny’s university programs—online courses, teaching credentials, that sort of thing. I grabbed extras from the coordinator. Maybe they’d interest you too.”

Y/N’s hands trembled as she took them, the glossy paper feeling like a forbidden key.

Study from home. Flexible schedules. Become an educator.

She asked if she could keep them, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman handed them over with a smile, and they talked longer; about Theo’s love for T-rex models, Y/N’s secret recipe for lemon curd, the way the woman’s pregnancy made her crave mangoes at midnight. Y/N laughed, a sound she’d forgotten she could make, and didn’t notice the time until her phone read 3:00 PM.

Panic spiked; she’d stayed too long.

She walked home, fast and urgent steps while her mind alight with possibility. After a quick bath, she changed into a soft sweater and leggings, curling up in the living room with the pamphlets. Online teaching programs. Start your career. The words were a lifeline, a dream she could almost touch. Her stomach twisted with excitement and fear, like she held a secret too big for the mansion’s walls.

Could she do this? Could she be more than Rafe’s wife?

The front door slammed, shattering her thoughts. Rafe was home early, his footsteps heavy, his presence a storm sucking the air from the room. His face was twisted with rage, his jaw clenched so tightly she could see the muscle tick. He loomed over her on the couch, his eyes dark, venomous.

“Where the fuck were you today?” he spat. “Your doctor called me... you missed the appointment for our baby.”

Her face drained of colour, her heart plummeting. She’d forgotten, Rafe was close to her doctor, his control extending to her calendar, a detail she’d missed in her fog of grief. She hadn’t told him about the miscarriage, couldn’t find the courage to confess the loss she was still grappling with. Her hands clutched the pamphlets, crumpling them, her voice trembling. “Rafe, I—”

He cut her off, his voice rising to a roar that shook her bones.

“Don’t give me excuses!” he bellowed, stepping closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re out there, what, prancing around like some clueless bitch, while our child’s at risk? You’re so fucking pathetic, can’t even do the one thing you’re supposed to!” His words were a barrage, each one a blow that shrank her, twisting her guilt into something unbearable. “What kind of mother are you?” he sneered, his face inches from hers. “Negligent, selfish, too stupid to keep a damn appointment.”

Her chest tightened, tears burning her eyes as she fought to hold them back. She was exhausted, and she couldn’t keep her facade anymore. She couldn’t keep lying to herself.

“There’s no baby,” she yelled, her voice cracking, a desperate outburst that silenced the room. “I—I lost it, Rafe. It’s gone.”

His rage faltered, his face shifting, not to grief, not to compassion, but to something darker. His eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a vicious sneer as he processed her words. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating, his silence a weapon sharper than his screams.

“What?—This is your fault,” he said, each word a blade carving into her heart. “You killed our baby. Too busy playing house, baking your fucking cakes instead of taking care of what was mine. This is on you.”

The accusation was a gut punch, stealing her breath.

She stared at him, her husband, the man she’d loved, but in that moment, he was a void, a black spot where her Rafe should have been. His words weaponized her deepest fears, turning the miscarriage into her failure. She swallowed her tears, her throat raw, her body trembling as she searched for a defense, but nothing came.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She stood, her legs unsteady, and walked past him, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t look back as she climbed the stairs to the guest room, locking the door behind her.

She wasn’t going to be his punching bag tonight.

Rafe’s words had shattered her, but they’d also cracked something open... a realization that she wasn’t just his to break. Curled up in the dark with the mansion’s silence swallowing her, Y/N clutched the edge of the mattress, whispering to herself that she was going to be okay.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ©slvbun(m) — written with love.

[queercoshon]

A Kept Play Thing Pt. 2

(You can read the whole story at once on my deviantart, feedtheboi)

Now the tray contains 6 breakfast sandwiches on vanilla glazed doughnuts instead of english muffins, enough hashbrowns to feed 4 people with no other sides, a container of strawberries with yogurt dip, and 2 milkshakes that you don't know are spiked. The pineapple coconut has 3 shots of rum and a shot of coconut liqueur, and the chocolate one is infused with THC.

You get to work right away. You suck down half the pineapple milkshake and 3 of the sandwiches in the blink of an eye, completely overwhelmed by the need to consume. You throw back more beer and use the carbonation to dislodge a string of heavy burps.

Now you are so drunk things sway a little. You giggle as you reach for the bong and miss it the first time before lighting up and taking a long draw. Olivia was so good at keeping it clean and freshly packed for you. You manage to grab the tin tray of hashbrowns and load them with ketchup and cheese curds. Then you turn what little attention you had to the TV that was constantly on, putting your eating on autopilot.

You mindlessly shovel loaded potato after potato into your mouth, sometimes taking a good drink of either milkshake, and of course more beer. Your head is sooo fuzzy and your body so warm. You feel like you were watching your body expand with every bite. You couldn't stop yourself from eating when in a trance like this.

You hit your first wall with maybe a fifth of the tray left. Your gut gurgles testily, absolutely stretched out and burbling with fatty foods and booze. Your upper belly juts out further than the bottom of your belly hang and is as hard as a rock under the inches of flab. Your breath hitches and your pray you didn't get hiccups. Those were painful at this stage.

You sit back and moan, rubbing your gut as gingerly as possible. In your state, it is not very gingerly. And this far gone, you can't help give it a few jostles to bounce it on your crotch. You gasp and automatically reach for a milkshake, finishing off the chocolate flavour entirely.

Now you're so inebriated you feel like you phase in and out of existence. The weight of your stomach pins you down, and all you can do is stare at the ceiling, glassy-eyed and drooling a little. Your hands keep working at your flabby gut, releasing belches that just fall from your mouth.

Some amount of time passes, you have no idea how much, and you start to come back to earth a little. You look back at your tray and light another hit of your bong. Your mouth should never be idle.

You look at another beer, but the thought of it makes your belly flip, so you suck back almost all of the last milkshake. A new round of drunk washes over you, and you start working through those sandwiches and strawberries.

Now you're much sloppier. You have to really focus on getting the next bites into your mouth. Some yogurt dip ends up on your face, but it's impressive you can even you can coordinate picking up the strawberry, dipping it, and bringing your hand to your mouth at all.

You get through all of the strawberries, the last of the milkshake, the rest of the potatoes, and 2 of the sandwiches. One sandwich left.

You feel like you can hear your stomach creaking now. Every breath is a struggle. Every burp and drunken hiccup makes you fear vomiting everything back up. Sweat drips down your forehead, and you find you can't lean forward to get the last sickly sweet sandwich. Once again, you are pinned to your spot.

Your eyes feel swollen they're so dry, and cottonmouth is taking over with the milkshakes gone. You only have beer left, but you're so drunk your chin has started falling to your fat chest if you stop focusing on keeping your head up. Your overburdened body feels so light and so heavy at the same time. You try several times to reach for the beer, but you can't lift your arm much higher than the crest of your belly before you lose control and it falls back down. You are truly gone. Stoned out of your mind, too drunk to form a coherent thought, and so stuffed one wrong move could make you burst. Completely helpless.

It can't have been more than five minutes of suffering in your semi-catatonic state when you somehow register the click of the front door. Like a summoned angel, Olivia has arrived in your time of need.

You can't look up without the world spinning, but you know she's entered the room by the sound of her chuckle.

"Oh, piggy. You were so close. A little bit too full?"

You let out a rumbling burp in response.

She starts dragging her nails over your taut flesh, and it's like sparks dance across your skin. You try to hold back a high-pitched gasp, but it's jostled out of you along with several burps as Olivia adds pressure to your gut. You devolve into pained and desperate moans burps and hiccups, making all of your fat jiggle constantly.

"So tell me, baby, why is there food left?" She plants kisses on your belly, and the feeling lingers on your skin, making every nerve jolt awake. You can barely think as it is, and now she expects a verbal answer.

"I -hic- couldnn reachit -hicURP-" your chin lulls back down, and your hiccups start in earnest. Your gut moves as one giant orb now, bouncing on your crotch. Had you tried, you would have realised this was the first time you couldn't reach around your belly to get off.

Her eyes glint as she kisses up your many necks and flicks a nipple, making you gasp and throb.

"Oh? Did piggy get beached? Did I put it too far away?"

You try to nod, but you get one head motion before it falls back down. Fuck you are so drunk your body won't follow any direction at all.

"I'll put it closer to you next time. Now, let's get the rest of this in you." Olivia shoves the last sandwich in your mouth as you once again fire off a burp. You're taken completely by surprise, and while your body won't obey you, it will certainly obey her, so you take a massive bite and swallow. Your moans and grumbles of weak protest are silenced by another bite.

It takes about ten minutes, but she gets the rest of the sandwich in your mouth. You pant, hiccup, and burp, a cacophony of hedonistic indulgence.

Olivia straddles one of your meaty thighs and begins to rub your belly in earnest, but letting her hands wander to whatever fold of fat she felt like fondling.

"You've been such a good piggy today. Look at you. Completely stuck. You could burst." She lifts your chin up to meet her gaze, and her eyes are dark. "How do you feel, pig?"

She wants you to answer verbally. Your slurring and struggling is enough to make her start dripping. Right now you don't know if you can form even a full word.

Her nails dig into your stomach and you wince.

"Answer me."

You moan and try. "I'm sho -hic- full, Liv. It -burrp Hic- hurts to -hic- breave." You belch and she drops your chins. As your head falls to the side, she becomes ravenous, and suddenly her rubs, grabs, and kisses get desperate.

"You're such a desperate hog. Always gorging. You haven't been sober since the day you moved in."

Her tongue traces along your purple hued stretch marks, and she grabs your love handles and shakes, making your entire body wobble. Your gut slaps your thighs and crotch, and you see stars.

"Liv, -UUrapp- pleash -hic-"

She rubs your fat chest, her eyes glinting. "What do you want, pet?"

"I want...-hic- mae me huuge. Just a -hUrrp- ball... urr plaything."

Olivia moans and grinds down on your meaty leg, pressing her lithe body into your pillowy excess. Every movement is shaking burps out of you. Heat pulses from your crotch, to your finger tips and toes, to the tip of your head and back of your eyes, to the center of your beyond aching gut.

"Fuuu...me"

She breathes in your ear and her hands work down your flab. "What was that, pig?"

"Mmmm, fuck -urrrp- fuck me!"

Finally, she obliges.

[cookiesuga55]

Drinks on me

Brainrot: College AU chubbies.

Jungkook goes off to college and is determined not to gain the freshman 15. But... once he starts partying with all of his new friends the pounds pack on and he lets himself go. And he loves it. He loves it so much.

He drinks up and munches on delicious greasy food, getting softer and pudgier, and so much thicker in his belly. It rounds out from the onslaught of fizzy calories and fatty snacks that he chows down when he's living it up. He needs food when he drinks! It's a requirement for a night out. He downs sodas and fried cheese curds along with drinks that make him giggly and warm... and so hungry. Plates of hot, greasy fries slide down so nicely with a cold beer. All of that yummy weight settles in his belly until he's sleepy and satisfied.

Jungkook thickens into a dense weight that's accompanied with a doubled chin, a bubble butt, and tree-trunk arms and legs. Stretchmarks paint his thighs, hips, and sides, but honestly, they just make him more sensitive during hookups. He feels like he bruises so easily now that his skin is stretched tight. Most satisfying of all is the curve of his newly-grown belly. He always feels warm and cozy with so much padding keeping him toasty and insulated, even against the chilly weather.

After another late night out ending with a pretty, angel-faced boy named Jimin sleeping in his sheets, Jungkook knows just the cure to cook up and beat their impending hangovers. Jungkook doesn't bother with a shirt as he pads out to his kitchen and squints against the afternoon sunshine. He needs food. Greasy food. Then he's in the market to laze around all day and hopefully persuade Jimin to stay over again.

Jungkook belches into his fist after shoveling down a massive greasy meal of all of his favorite hangover cures. He proudly pats his stuffed gut now that it's full of oily bacon and fried eggs, bloated from partying and heavy with the fattening feast that he just gobbled down. Jungkook cooks up a smaller portion of seconds to walk back to Jimin and give him breakfast in bed. He's so content to nap off his meal and steal some kisses, which Jimin happily obliges him.

Jimin easily melts Jungkook back into the pillows like a pad of butter until they're lazily sprawled all over each other. While keeping Jungkook sated with kisses, Jimin's palm settles right over Jungkook's deep navel. He slowly rubs into the fatty warmth and digs in his fingers. Jungkook is still a bit hiccupy from the night before, and each jostle makes the thick layer of padded blubber lining his gut jiggle into Jimin's grip.

[cerise-angel]

+18 gator tillman x reader

sitting on the brown couch, your eyes wander on your boyfriend's small office. he is not arround yet, finishing something somewhere. its a surprise for him, you being there with his favorite lemon curd pie and a promise of kisses inside and outside the sheets. gator comes storming in the small room, his eyes glued to the pack of camels in his desk, his big leather boots grinding against the fresh waxed floor. he dint even notice you, going straight to the fake leather chair, groping the pack of cigarretes as if his life depended on it. while he is taking the first drag, you speak, softly, as always. "hi, G." he snaps out of his bad mood in a second, sending a flashing smile to you. calmly, you stand up from the couch, going closer to him, until his arms grab your hips and place you delicately on his lap. gator doesnt say anything, just hides his face in your neck. you giggle when he starts to blow some air on you, and gasp when he licks you. his mouth licks before biting, and then licks again. his hands are now descending to cup your asscheeks, placing you on top of him the way likes the most: legs wide open and inviting to him. you flush and, with little meaning, tell him to stop. gater does stop, looking up to you with caramel candy eyes, all gooey and dopey for you. "wanna touch you, sweetheart." you nod. "but you are moody. remember what the therapist said? you need to talk about it." he scoffs when you mention the therapist, getting off the chair with you dangling in his waist, one big hand holding you from your ass, the other locking the door. "dont wanna talk" he places you again on the couch, and before you can say anything he kisses you so urgently that it would be cruel to deny him. "wanna fuck you in my office. like a porn cop." you laugh and he smiles again to you, already pushing your jeans down, your panties with it. you feel embarassed, and he notices it, slowing down, kissing you softly now, playing with your breasts, saying how this is his therapy. you moan against his mouth when he slides in fully inside you, almost crying from the stretch. gator holds tight to you, kissing you, easing you into him, until you start to roll your hips against him. he chuckles at tour eagerness and you want to punch him. so you do, but with your mouth, leaving a bruising bite on his shoulder. he moans too, picking up speed and shoving his cock in and out of you. is messy, quick and dirty. his favorite type of stress relief. when you both cum, at the same time, moaning against each other mouths, he smiles at you, a real smile and you cant help but giggle at him, hiding your face in his neck before he pulls you to properly cuddle in the couch. "see sweets, dont need therapy anymore. you just cured my bad mood."

[queermania]

We need a sound clip of all of those haha

ask and ye shall receive

transcript: [french accent] sam winchester… merci. oh. okay i farted big deal stop fainting. do you need to go to timeout? okay. don’t touch the holes in my knees! answer-answer her question. do you use conditioner? no, we’re gonna have to clean the sheets. he sweats. it looks like you fellatio’d ronald mcdonald. i’m-i'm kirby. and i don’t–i don’t know who you are. you guys... i mean you look just like ‘em. it drives! his eyeballs are vibrating. will you just drink your fucking water and get off the stage? what you gonna do about it, daddy? put a little cocktail sauce on that you’ll be fine. those were raw. lisa? [french accent] …okay? [high pitched] what did i tell him? name it and say goodbye. fuck you steven. and i’m sorry, sir, you’re an actor, right? that i am. it’s listed right there. sir, can you ride a bike? nope, but if you look a little further, you’ll see that i can bicycle tour. i did. i did. as i do. do you like cheese curds or onion rings? [gagging]. i brought it with me. [irish accent] one two three four five. no, you’re wrong. who said that? he was deceased! now you’re super angry. y’all are fucked up. dean has no taste, clearly. fireplace. he’s in the fireplace. don’t send that my way! yeah i didn’t like that. i’m gonna foot-five your face. not me! because he’s my friend. no, man, i get better with age. y’all pack a punch. i’ve learned not to let them do that now. [danneel voice] she’s like food. food. and like i’ve met her. jesus. he can't help you now. he loved it. this is not a thinking question. i think it's herbal essence. aah there it is!

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #101

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Professor Creek scribbled on the chalkboard and turned around to face the lecture hall, which was packed full. She looked across the crowd and furrowed her brow.

“No wonder you’ve all decided to take this class. You’re off to an awful start!” She started pointing at every person in the front row. “I found you, I found you, I found you… have any of you ever even played this game?”

She stepped to the side and gestured with both hands to what she’d just written on the board: “Intro to Hide & Seek.”

A guy in the back row raised his hand and Creek pointed at him.

“How do you know you weren’t supposed to be the one hiding?” He chuckled. “Maybe we found you.”

Creek rubbed her forehead. “Christ, this is worse than I thought. There can only be one person who is ‘it’ per game of Hide & Seek! I’m ‘it’! None of you are ‘it’!” She held up her hands and looked at the faces in the crowd. All of them seemed either confused or sleepy.

“Alright…” She sighed. “Let’s start with the basics. There are two broad categories of roles in this game - Hiders and Seekers. Hiders - that’s all of you, class - are meant to find hiding spaces in the general vicinity where the Seeker - also known as ‘it’ - ‘seeks’ them out. The game is over when either all Hiders are found or the Seeker forfeits. It’s a fundamentally asymmetric form of play, and for that reason, is an excellent showcase of strategy. Any questions so far?”

A girl in the third row raised her hand. “Is Tag a form of Hide and Seek?”

“Let me answer your question with another question. Do players hide in Tag?”

“Well, no, but -”

“That’s your answer. Listen up everyone, I know many of you took this class because you thought it was going to be easy credits, but Hide & Seek is a very serious matter. It could save your life someday! Say you’re in your house, and a murderer has broken in -”

The students began chattering and murmuring, shocked.

“Hey, hey, hey!” She snapped her fingers. “Listen up! You aren’t children anymore! You are adults, privileged enough to attend this venerated institution to learn from experts in high-demand fields! Act like it! Now, back on topic: Hide & Seek.”

She waited a moment for the class to calm down and continued.

“This really happened to me, alright, so listen up: An ax-wielding psychopath broke into my home, so what did I do? I used my honed skills to locate a hiding spot where no one would find me, and guess what? He didn’t find me. He checked under the bed, he checked the closet, he checked the shower, but he couldn’t find me. So he moved on! He left! He forfeited the game! My neighbor wasn’t so lucky, bless her soul.”

Most of the students were visibly disturbed at this point. A nonbinary student seated in the middle section of the class raised their hand.

“Where did you hide?”

Creek scoffed. “I can’t tell you that! It’s too advanced for any of you anyway. If you’re curious about those sorts of techniques, I suggest you take my intermediate course next semester.”

Professor Creek used the remaining half hour or so of her time to go over the syllabus, the most important point of which was participation credit. She threatened to cut it to zero for any student she found in the classroom on Wednesdays. Despite her skills at Hide & Seek, she wasn’t able to find a single one of them. Maybe the students weren’t so bad at this after all.

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 26: Succesful hunt

Yami stood at the border of the forest she had sent her men in. She didn't know what dragons or creatures had made this forest their home. She had to be careful if she wanted everything to go smoothly.

From what one of the survivors told her, there was a massive dragon that attacked once they entered the forest.

Knowing that this would make her job harder, she sighed. She looked down at the ground by her feet, glaring at a very famous dragon that was used for medieval times for curing blood pressure.

She had managed to get her hands on these dragons by manipulating a doctor. Apparently, they were very hard to find these past few years.

Little blood suckers, they were. Drinking blood like a vampire bat or other blood sucking critters, hence why they were called Vampire Wings.

" You look disgusting just wriggling in there."

She twisted her face to that of disgust. She kicked the cage, and the dragons yelped and made roars of fear.

She groaned and grabbed the handle of the cage. She was going to use these dragons to lure the massive dragon out.

There was no way it would refuse to try and get rid of the intruders of its territory. Especially if it is a pack of fifteen Vampire Wings.

She looked behind her at the rest of the hunters. She made a curd nod and the leader nodded in return.

" Once the dragon comes out, shoot at it. Don't mess this up. We need it alive in order for it to kill Y/n and Zika."

" Got it. Get into position!"

She saw the hunters walk and form a half circle behind her. She turned her attention back to the small blood sucking dragons.

She carried them to the border and hung them up in a tree. She quickly took cover and got out her tranquilizer gun and darts ready in case her group messed up.

She heard the small dragons yelp and roar, and it got on her nerves. She refrained herself from killing them. She did promise to give them back to the doctor. Alive.

She wasn't one to break promises, unfortunately for her. She had grown up to keep promises. Except for the HQ. She made sure to not promise anything with them.

She'd break them, as they weren't part of her plan. She would've made promises to them as part of her plan, but she feared that the entire HQ would get suspicious about her disappeances every now and then.

She heard wings flapping and held the tranquilizer gun tighter as she peeked from her hiding spot. She saw the dragon land and her eyes widened at its sheer size.

She remembered how the guard said that the dragon was big, but he didn't mention that the dragon wad half the size of a mountain!

It immediately attacked her party and she quickly aimed at it, finding the vulnerable spot right by its neck. By now, it had eaten the entire group she went with to captur it.

She shot at its neck, and it immediately tried to claw the dart out. She came out of hiding, knowing that the dragon would collapse anyways.

It made a loud screech, and she covered her ears.

" Fucking bloody Mary on a cross!"

The dragon turned to look at her and immediately tried to swipe its paw at her. It's movements were sluggish.

It collapsed before it could even do anything to her, eyes were half closed as it whined for a final time before falling unconscious. She huffed, and grinned.

She felt the ground shake beneath her, and realized that it hadn't screeched out of panic. It had screeched for back up.

She quickly went to her previous hiding spot, and did the same procedure. She saw a large red eyed dragon come into view.

She saw small dragons she recognised as Speedwraiths. An entire pack of them. However, she wasn't after them. She was after the large dragons.

She aimed at its neck, and fired. She quickly hid to make sure it didn't see her. Instantly, it collapsed. She knew from how the ground shook.

She peeked from her spot, and saw the Speedwraiths retreat with the cage of Vampire Wing dragons.

" Shit. Doesn't matter. I'll be able to pay off the amount."

She went into the forest and scanned the trees. The trees. She looked up and wondered if she could use it to her advantage.

" .... Fuck it. I'm climbing."

She packed her tranquilizer gun away and looked up. She jumped up to a branch, using her arms to pull her up.

She repeated the process, and made it to the top. She had a nice view of the forest from up there.

She saw a cave, and grinned. She jumped from tree to tree while she made sure to not lose her balance and plummet to her death.

...

She hid in the treetop and saw two other massive dragons. She looked at the cave mouth, and saw the dragon that the dealer was looking for.

" Perfect."

She got her tranquilizer gun out, and another tranquilizer gun. She aimed the guns at both of their necks before firing.

" Urogi! Karaku!"

She frowned upon seeing Y/n and Zika. The dragons collapsed as the tranquilizers made themselves useful.

She aimed the guns at both Y/n and Zika and fired. She grinned as they both stumbled like drunk people.

" Z....ika...."

" Y/n..."

She saw them both collapse as the aquatic dragon screeched out of fear and panic. She climbed down, coming out of hiding as she approached the hole that contained it.

" You really are a beauty. No wonder the dealer was looking for you."

She aimed a tranquilizer gun at it. Before she could fire at it however, electricity danced on its body and it released its fire power at her. She dodged, and looked at it in shock.

It- it could use the same ability like the Storm Wraiths?! She dodged again, aiming her gun at its arms and fired.

Thankfully for her, it didn't have enough time to fire at her at that exact moment. It went under the water, bubbles bubbling at the surface as if trying to get free.

" Well that went well."

She sighed before getting out her walkie talkie.

" Get bigger cages and cranes. These dragons are large."

" Copy."

" And get a big sized tank with filters. As well as cuffs and two smaller cages for the enemy."

" Got it! We're on our way!"

She turned the walkie talkie off, grinning while she put the guns away. She put all her weight onto one leg, hands on her hips.

" Now the next step to my plan can be put into action."

She waited for the cages, tank and cuffs to arrive. She kept herself busy by tying up Y/n and Zika, the Eeltailed- Sirenwraith and even the large dragons.

She was thankful for having extra rope with her. Or she'd be unable to tie up the four massive dragons. She could finally move onto her other plan.

" Finally. Now I can get rid of you two before moving on to step eight of my plan."

She hummed as she thought of how she would do her next course of action. At least she got another burden off of her shoulders.

It wouldn't be long until she could move onto the next step in her plan. She felt happy. Now, it was time to play the waiting game.

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[tzimiscequeen-blog]

In the Heart of the Flames

Chapter 3 (NSFW MDNI)

Synopsis: Jinjer and Heat bond some more and things begin to get a little warm.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, Let the smut begin, mutual masturbation, lots of kissing

WC: 5500+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

     One afternoon after one of your now normal deliveries you you stopped at home and grabbed some snacks along with your crochet project. You grabbed a few biscuits and the lemon curd. You had mentioned it and Heat said he liked lemon things but had never tried spread. When he tasted it, he was stunned and thought it was the most amazing thing ever. His sweet enthusiasm made your heart swell. After your snack you worked on your separate projects. You on a duster sweater and he another sketch in his sketchbook. You leaned on the arm of the bench with your feet draped over his lap. Occasionally he would give your calf a gentle squeeze, a small rub, and continue with his sketches. It was almost subconscious.

     “It’s like magic,” he commented as watched you after he put his sketchbook down.

     “What is?” you smiled at him.

     “You just move that hook, wrap the yarn around it, stick it through another loop and it makes something you can wear,” he replied in awe.

     You gave a good laugh.

     “Well it’s nearly as good as you putting a pencil to paper and beautiful art appears,” you complimented him.

     His cheeks turned bright red, you had to stifle a laugh of this traditionally  intimidating looking guy blushing so hard.

     “Heh, well, it’s one of the only things I can do well,” he said.

     “Oh, shush. There are tons of things you do well,” you added.

     “Oh, yeah?”

     “Yeah! You are good at carrying heavy things, you can hold your liquor well, you are a good dancer, you tell really good stories, you make me laugh, you make beautiful art, you’re great to talk to, and you’re good at pretending you’re not one of the most attractive men around,” you said, blushing at the last comment.

     “Thanks…wa…wait. You think I’m attractive?” he asked, completely surprised.

     “Well of course. I mean, your whole crew is good looking, but you’re the best one of the bunch. Plus, your hair is jealousy inducing. I would kill to have luscious beautiful hair like yours. And your smile lights up my day. You smile with your whole face and I can’t help but smile back,” you explained as you reached out and cupped the side of his face. He smiled at your touch and pressed his cheek into your hand.

     “Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before. Especially about my smile,” he gave you a chaste smile, his eyes were a little sad.

     “You’re welcome. It’s the truth. Your tattoos just accentuate it more,” you replied.

     He sat there for a few moments with your hand on his cheek and looked at you. His eyes brightened and smiled wide. Your thumb idly stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes and he placed his hand over yours. His thumb mimicked your movements but on the back of your hand. When your thumb gently slid over the scars on the corner of his mouth he sucked his breath in and his eyes shot open.

     You quickly removed your hand thinking you hurt him.

     “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you started as he interrupted.

     “Oh, no. It’s OK. It didn’t hurt. You just surprised me,” he said.

     You both chuckled a bit nervously and after a moment you composed yourselves.

     “I…uh…I’ll be right back. Gotta pee,” he said still with a nervousness to his voice then stood, closed his sketchbook and left it on the bench as he headed to the tree line and disappeared. He came back a couple minutes later stuck his hands in the ocean and then sat back down.

     You each worked on your pieces in mostly silence for a while but resumed your previous positions. It was later in the afternoon and you needed to get home to help with dinner. As you were both packing your things you heard a piece of paper rip and Heat was next to you.

     “I want you to have this,” he said as he handed you a sheet from his sketchbook.

     You noticed his fingers were covered in the graphite of his pencils. You smiled at him and you looked at the picture.

     It was of you smiling. It was incredibly lifelike and he was a master artist. You dropped your bag and just stared at the sketch.

     “H…Heat. This is gorgeous,” you finally said.

     “It’s how I see you,” he gave you a bashful smile as he boldly pushed loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

     “I…um…ah…thank you so much. I will cherish this,” you said as you struggled to find the words. Your heart was beating faster and you felt your cheeks flush.

     “Good. I’m glad you like it,” he replied as he grabbed your bag and gave you a little nudge out of your stupor.

     He walked you home like all the other days. You opened the door and he turned to head back to the ship when you called to him.

     “Heat, do you want to stay for dinner?” you asked. Secretly hoping he’s say yes.

     “Uh, sure. As long as you have enough,” he retorted.

     “Young man, get that butt in here and grab a bowl,” Bea called from inside the cozy house.

     “Heh, yes, ma’am,” he replied with a chuckle.

     “Hey, Mr. Heat. Why are you so tall?” Marguerite, your youngest sister asked.

     You choked on your drink and Heat just gave a bassy laugh.

     “Well, Margie, I just am. Just like some people have brown or blonde hair,” he said, then Riley chimed in (your second youngest sister).

     “Or blue hair.”

     “Heh, yeah, or blue hair. Some people are really tall and some are really short,” Heat patiently explained.

     “Oh, ok! Thanks!” Margie went back to eating her food.

     “You’re welcome Margie,” he smiled.

     You caught his eye and mouthed “Thank you.”

     He nodded with a smile.

     He stayed after dinner and helped you and Bea clean up and then sat and answered all the children’s questions.

     “That is a good man down there,” Bea said to you as you helped her get the kids beds ready upstairs.

     “He’s pretty great, huh?” you replied.

     “You know that you don’t need to worry about us, right dear?” she said.

     “What?” you asked, confused.

     “If you want to leave when they do then go. We will be fine. We’re supposed to be dead, no one knows who we are and we can reach out to Henry if we have to,” she said.

     “I can’t…” you started to speak when Bea interrupted you and put her hand on your arm.

     “Just give it some thought without feeling guilty about leaving us behind. Your life hasn’t been easy for your young age. You deserve happiness and that man has made you smile more than I’ve ever seen you,” she offered.

     “Bea…I’ll think about it,” you conceded.

     “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. That’s special. That’s the same looks Francis and I would give each other. He’ll be good for you. Hell’s that whole pirate crew would be and you would be good for all of them, especially that one,” she smiled and patted your arm and headed downstairs to the gaggle of children.

     “All right you little chicks. Time for bed. Say goodnight to your sister and Heat,” she gathered all five of the children, her children thought of you as their older sister too. They gave varying whines and protests, but conceded and after their goodnight hugs they went to bed.

     “Let me change and we’ll meet up with the others,” you said.

     “Take your time,” he replied.

     That night the two of you kept stealing glances. The more drinks you consumed the more the two of you flirted. You found that you had found every excuse in the book to touch him. You sat next to him and you positioned your legs so that your knee rested against his. His arm rested along the back of the booth but you felt his fingers occasionally play with your hair. You leaned into him when you laughed and he leaned back into you.

     He walked you home solo that night. You hugged but neither of you wanted to let go. You nestled your head into his chest. He smelled like campfire again and his body was warm in the brisk air. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, one arm wrapped around you and the other gently stroked your hair.

     “You give the best hugs,” you mumbled.

     “Thanks. You’re easy to hug, but I don’t want to let you go,” he confessed, the alcohol helping to get him to open up.

     “You could come in. I don’t want to let you go either,” you offered as you pulled your head away to look at him.

     His eyes searched your face, for what, you didn’t know. You cupped his cheek and he nuzzled into it like he did earlier in the day. He let out a small contented sigh.

     “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

     Your thumb retraced its movements from earlier. He didn’t wince this time, when it grazed over his scars. He practically purred.

     “We don’t have to do anything more than hold each other. If that’s what you are worried about,” you said.

     “O…OK,” he said before he turned his face in your hand and just barely kissed your palm. You could feel his cock twitch since you were still pressed up against him.

     “Are you alright? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said, concerned. His body was acting differently than his tone and words. You didn’t want him to feel like you were forcing him into something even if his body was enjoying it.

     “I’m fine…I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you. I know you…uh…have issues with guys wanting only sex from you,” he replied. His eyes darted over your face again, which now you realized he was trying to gage your expression for permission.

     You smiled at him  and brought your other hand up to pull his head down to yours gently.

     “I’m the one who offered, Heat. You’re not taking advantage of me,” you said quietly.

     “Can I kiss you?” he asked. It was so quiet you almost couldn’t hear him.

     You answered by bringing your lips softly to his. He gave a slight moan and his arms pulled you closer.

     His lips tasted of wood smoke and traces of the beer he drank. They were slightly chapped and he was gentle in his return kiss. Your heart began to flutter, you hadn’t felt like this since your first kiss with Henry. You never wanted his lips to leave yours. He made you feel relaxed and comfortable.

     You could tell he was holding back, but he was still slowly ravishing your lips.

     His cock continued to strain in his pants and you began to feel your desire pool between your legs. You released a small moan then he pulled away slightly.

     “We should go in before you get too cold,” he whispered.

     “As long as you keep kissing me,” you replied with a smile.

     “I think I can do that,” he said before he gave you a quick peck and you opened the door.

     Your room was on the first floor while everyone else slept upstairs. You had your own small bathroom connected to your room. Heat quietly took his boots off and placed them by the door. He removed his corset and sat on the bed.

     You tossed your shoes in your closet and pulled out a pair of sleeping shorts and a t-shirt. You headed to the bathroom and quickly changed.

     “Do you normally sleep in the clothes you wore all day,” you asked as you tossed your clothes into the hamper in your closet.

     “Generally, no. I didn’t want to be inappropriate,” he replied a bit bashfully.

     “Get comfy,” you said as you turned to give him some privacy. You could hear him get up and fabric shift. You glanced over your shoulder and his back was to you. He was completely naked. He pulled a hair tie out of his pocket and pulled his thick hair into a loose bun. It felt like time had stopped.

     You wanted to run your nails along his scarred and muscled back. Unlike most men you knew, he actually had a nice firm looking ass, one you wanted to grab onto while he was on top of you. His legs were thick and muscled for his height. A rebellious moan escaped your lips as you thought about being wrapped up in his body.

     “I generally sleep naked. I can put them back on,” he replied as he reached down to grab his pants. He obviously misunderstood the shocked expression on your face.

     “No, that’s fine. I just didn’t think you were a nude sleeper,” you said.

     “I tend to run hot, especially at night, so clothes make it worse,” he explained as he turned and began to crawl into your bed.

     You paused your steps as you got a full frontal view. His cock was semi-hard and had to have been the biggest one you’d seen. He was definitely proportionate to his height. You focused in on the piercings he had. A ring through his tip and three barbells through the shaft. Even in your brothel days you had never seen anyone with those types of piercings.

     “Jinjer, you OK?” he asked as he got into the bed.

     “Uh, yeah. Sorry…I was just…um…admiring you,” you croaked out as you could feel your face ignite.

     He gave you an embarrassed smile as your feet worked again and you climbed into the other side of the bed.

     He slid his left arm under you while he leaned over you and his other hand caressed your cheek. You hummed at his touch.

     “Thank you. I don’t get many compliments on my appearance. Especially from people outside my crew,” he gave you a half smile and kissed your forehead.

     “That’s a shame. I think you are incredibly handsome,” you replied as you kissed the hand on your face.

     “I think you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered as his eyes met yours. Your cheeks were practically glowing red.

     “Thanks,” you said as you cupped his cheek in your right hand. He sweetly kissed your palm and then stopped. He gently took your arm in his large hands and looked over the burn scar that covered most of your right arm. He couldn’t see how much it covered you, but he could see your forearm. You kept it covered so this was the first time he had seen it.

     His fingers gently moved over the marred flesh. Normally you would have jerked your arm away to hide it under the blankets, but you felt safe with Heat. You let him inspect your arm. His fingers moved up your bicep and he gently shifted the collar of your shirt and glanced at the burn that extended over onto your back and chest and stopped between your collarbone and the top of your breast.

     His eyes looked at you with sadness as he closed them and gently kissed along your scars. You sucked your breath in and tears began to form in your eyes. Everyone always looked at your scars with disgust, even you. Your disgust was from the memories of what caused them, but everyone else just looked at you like a disgusting, broken thing.

     When you worked at the brothel, Madam Elsbeth had a special outfit made for you that helped to disguise your burns. Now, you just wore clothing that hid them.

     Heat continued to kiss your scars until he made his way back to your lips. His hands felt the silent tears that streamed from your eyes and his lips felt the hesitation from yours. He drew back immediately with concern in his eyes.

     “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked slightly panicked.

     “No, you did nothing wrong. No one has ever looked at my scars and not been disgusted by them,” you sniffled.

     “Oh, Jinjer. I’m so sorry people made you feel like something was wrong with you,” he said as he wiped your tears.

     “Thanks. I suppose it takes someone used to scars and violence to not care about my scars,” you replied as a realization, not a condemnation of his profession.

     He sat up in the bed, back against the headboard. He gently pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you, your head rested on his chest. A chest you now noticed was covered in various scars and burns. Ice blue hair lightly covered his chest that was broad and muscular. It trailed down his firm torso under the sheets. He seemed to enjoy piercings as he had both his nipples pierced and his bellybutton pierced.

     You idly traced the scars and burns along his chest while he spoke.

     “Do you want to know what I thought when I saw these?” he asked as he took your arm and laid a few gentle kisses along it.

     “What?” you replied quietly.

     “That you are a survivor. These look to have been deep second degree burns and you survived whatever caused them,” he said as he kissed your knuckles.

     “You survived the excruciating and long healing process. All the while taking care of your family,” he continued as he kissed back up your arm.

     “You endured and survived. That makes you one of the strongest people I know and it makes you even more beautiful,” he finished as he laid a gentle kiss to your lips and wiped more tears from your face.

     You couldn’t find the words to respond to him so you just wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest. His campfire scent filled your nose, his steady heartbeat helped regulate your own, and the way he gently stroked your hair helped to calm you.

     He was incredibly patient and let you cry and relax at your own pace. He just held you and stroked your head. After a few minutes you calmed and pulled away. His left arm loosely draped over your hip and his right rested in his lap. He reached up and wiped the last of your tears.

     “Thanks. You don’t know how bad I needed that,” you said as you got up and grabbed a washcloth from your bathroom. You wiped your face and then wiped his chest of your tears and embarrassingly, snot.

     “I’m glad I helped you, though I have to admit I don’t like seeing you so upset,” he said as he tilted your chin up and gave you a gentle kiss.

     “It makes me angry that people treated you that way. Enough to make you think that something was wrong with you,” he confessed as you got up to deposit the washcloth into your hamper.

     “Thank you Heat. I can’t express how much that means to me. In my experience, most people are cruel and want to use others for their own gains…or legacy,” you mumbled the last two words as you sat on the edge of the bed. He shifted to sit behind you, half covered by the sheets. His bared left leg rested on yours, wrapped his long arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

     He didn’t say anything as he noticed the burns extended your entire right side, down to your foot and a few smaller patches on your left leg. He just squeezed you tighter. He knew the pain of what those burns felt like. He caused many people to feel them and had felt them himself, though not to the degree of yours.

     “Know that I would never use you. None of the Kid Pirates would. You’ve been nothing but kind to all of us. We might be a rowdy and violent bunch, but we also respect boundaries and the people who help us,” he said quietly as he kissed your shoulder.

     “Thank you Heat. I can count on one hand how many people have been kind to me outside of Bea and the kids,” you confessed. You leaned back into his chest and held his arms that were wrapped around you.

     “You’re welcome, love,” he whispered and softly kissed your neck.

     You looked at him in surprise and he gave you a soft chuckle.

     “It’s an endearment for those I care about,” he responded. He was mentally chastising himself for the slip up. They were only there for a little more than a month. He knew it was painful to fall in love when they would be leaving the island with the chance of never coming back.

     He couldn’t help but fall for you though. In his 24 years, only four others treated him in a similar manner, though it was much rougher. He had been through literal hell with Kid, Killer, and Wire. Their love for each other was incomparable. Papas came later, but held a compassion as a doctor that Heat had never had. He’d be a little rough sometimes, but he cared and was the only other one outside of the other three that knew his demons.

     You were different. He had the same feelings for you that he did for the others, but you were kind, gentle, and sweet. Even through the obvious pain you had been through, you could still smile and find pockets of joy. He loved everything about you and would savor every second he got to spend with you before they left.

     “I like it,” you replied as you kissed along his jaw.

     “Good, I’ll keep using it then…love,” he smiled.

     You couldn’t get his voice out of your head with that word “love”. It sounded so good coming from him. In the last two months you had grown to really enjoy your time with him. All of the Kid Pirates really, but Heat in particular. His appearance fit right in with their stereotype, but he was the opposite of what you had expected. He was quiet, maybe a bit shy at times, kind, surprisingly gentle, and incredibly patient.

     You assumed he had a very dark side too, he hid it well. You would notice pain in his eyes or a haunted stare into nothing on occasion, but it never lingered too long. You knew he was being sincere tonight. What would be the reason to play a long con to sleep with someone when there were plenty of brothels and easier locals to satiate his lust.

     Your heart dropped as you remembered they were leaving soon. Then your kind and gentle giant would be gone and you would be left with a broken heart. You thought about Bea’s words. About how she gave you permission to leave. You hadn't thought about it much, but this moment right here, gave you the reason to really try to figure out what you wanted.

     “Heat?” you turned partly to really look at him.

     “Yes, love,” he replied, it was like a release valve opened and he couldn’t stop saying it.

     You smiled and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

     “You ready to lay down? I’m getting tired,” you asked.

     “Of course,” he smiled and kissed your forehead.

     The two of you shifted back to the head of the bed. His left arm settled underneath you. You leaned over and gave him a final kiss for the night. You held his face and gazed into his pale blue eyes. He smiled and brushed hair out of your face. You pressed your lips to his and his hands rested on your back. You wanted to savor the feel of his lips on yours, his woodsy, smoky scent, the way his arms enveloped you in a protective way instead of possessive.

     You pulled away before you both got carried away. He gave a small sigh as your lips parted and there was no way he could hide how enjoyable he found that kiss.

     “Sorry, I…uh…didn’t mean to excite you,” you apologized.

     He caressed your face and smiled, “It’s alright. That was an amazing kiss.”

     “I wanted to make sure I could remember it,” you replied.

     “Know I won’t forget that one, or any of the others, really,” he smiled.

     “Me neither,” you chuckled.

     “Do you mind if I use your bathroom to take care of this? It has a mind of its own sometimes and it will keep doing this until I release, I’m afraid,” he asked as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

     “Go right ahead,” you said as you smiled.

     “It won’t take long,” he said as he stood and headed to the bathroom. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he walked.

     “Heat?” you called.

     “Yes, love?”

     “Can you leave the door open?” you asked boldly. The alcohol had to have not run its course yet. You were using your internal voice out loud.

     “Oh, that’s a pleasant surprise. Of course you can watch,” he gave a deep chuckle and continued to stroke himself.

     Although you were tired, something came over you and you pulled the covers down and your shirt up. Warmth was already pooling in your abdomen and your clit was throbbing.

     He leaned into the door frame of the bathroom and stroked as he watched your hands move across your body. One hand circled and pinched your nipples as the other dipped below the waist of your shorts and rubbed your clit. You quickly grew frustrated at how confining your shorts and underwear were and swiftly removed them which got a moan out of Heat.

     You continued to squeeze and pinch your nipples as you shoved two fingers into your wet cunt.

     “Fuck,” you heard Heat mumble and his strokes became faster.

     You watched as his hips began to thrust. He was trying to time them with your fingers. You internally cursed your inability to get a good angle.

     “Top drawer…you’ll know…toss it on the bed…” you moaned.

     He quickly moved to your dresser and smirked as he tossed your dildo onto the bed. He stood closer now, but refrained from touching you.

     You removed your fingers and coated the dildo with your slick and inserted it as you watched Heat. He licked his lips and pumped his cock harder.

     “Love, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he said.

     “Me neither,” you softly moaned.

     The dildo gave you the fullness you needed to get the job done, but you imagined it was Heat’s cock inside you and you felt your orgasm climbing.

     “Fuck…Heat…baby…I need to…hear you come,” you moaned.

     “Yes, love,” he replied as his hips thrust hard into his hand as he watched you. So close, but not able to touch you.

     “Jinjer…say my name again,” his voice was almost a whisper.

     “Heat…baby…come for me. Come on me,” you hummed as you shifted your hips to get a slightly different angle.

     “Mnnnn…yes…fuck…” he growled as he leaned over and pumped his cock over your  torso. You felt the hot come shoot onto you and that pushed you over and you threw a pillow over your face to muffle the pleasured scream you released.

     You were surprised he was still coming, though you remembered glancing his large balls. He leaned one hand on the foot board as he pumped the last drips of come from his cock.

     He gave you a contented smile as he leaned down and laid a soft kiss to your lips. Quietly, he went to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth, grabbed a dry hand towel, and began to clean you. He gave a sweet kiss to your stomach and then gently pulled the dildo out. He gave you a cheeky smile as you twitched at the removal. He continued to clean you and once he was satisfied he went to the bathroom. Cleaned himself and then the dildo. He returned and handed you the shorts and underwear you tossed away.

     “You didn’t have to clean me,” you said as you pulled them on.

     “Yes I did, love,” he said as he climbed back into bed, “aftercare is more important than the sex.”

     “I’ve never had anyone take care of me after,” you said as you climbed in next to him. His arms welcomed you.

     “That’s a shame. No matter how tame a session is, there still needs to be care after,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

     “Should I have cleaned you?” you asked almost ashamed.

     “No. I will gladly clean both of us every time, if there will be more. You don’t need to feel obliged to do it. I won’t turn it down if you do, but don’t feel you have to. You deserve to be pampered and treated with care,” he smiled down at you.

     “Oh…well, thank you. I have a feeling there will be more nights like this,” you blushed.

     “You’re welcome, love. The only time I need to be really cared for after is if it’s a rough session. I won’t go into detail now, but let’s say I can have some intense sessions with some of the crew mates. They are really good at aftercare,” he smiled.

     “Oh, uh, I guess I didn’t realize you had partners on the ship,” you said as you thought it over.

     “The intimacy dynamics on our ship is very different than most other crews. We are a very sex positive, open crew. Most of us have slept together or had other intimate encounters and they are all consensual. There are a few members that don’t participate. Some aren’t interested in sex or other forms of sexual intimacy and we all respect those boundaries. Dive is too young so we try to keep her away from our evening activities. We all take turns staying with her to keep her away from possible group events,” he explained as he softly ran his fingers down your arm.

     “So you’ve been with Kid, Killer, and Wire?” you asked. You knew gay and bisexual men from the brothel, but you were a bit taken aback by this revelation when thinking of the personalities of those three and Heat.

     “Yes, we’ve been partners for years. Papas and Quincy are also regular partners. Does that bother you, love?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

     “No, I don’t think it does. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it. I’m having a hard time picturing Wire, Killer, and Kid being fucked by you…not that there is anything wrong with you. Shit, I didn’t mean it to come out that way…” you began to apologize for your poor wording.

     “It’s alright, I know what you meant. Maybe one day you will see. It’s hard to explain our relationship to other people. I know all three, hell all five would like an audience. I could talk to them and have you watch one night,” he offered.

     “Oh, uh. Really, they’d let me watch?” you bit your lip.

     “Oh, yes. I’ll let you in on a little secret. All six of us, and I’m sure others on the crew, find you incredibly attractive. None of us would take action until you did. And just because we have this tonight, I’m not going to assume I have a right to you after this, no matter how much I may want it.”

     You thought for a few moments to find the right words.

     “Are you alright? I know that concept is not the normal for most people, but it is for us,” he asked.

     “Yeah. I’m OK. I think I just need some time to wrap my brain around it if that’s OK?” you replied as you snuggled into his warm body.

     “That’s perfectly fine, love. I know we aren’t going to be here forever, but I want to make sure you are comfortable in the time we are here,” Heat said. He hoped you wouldn’t look at him while he said those words. He wasn’t sure he could hide the pain in his face of leaving you. Thankfully you just squeezed him tighter.

     “Thank you b…Heat,” you wanted to call him “baby” like you did earlier, but somehow saying outside of your passion filled moans, felt entirely too intimate for your short relationship.

     “You’re welcome, love. Should we get some sleep or do you want to talk more?” he asked patiently.

     “I think sleep would do us some good,” you chuckled.

     “Agreed,” he smiled and gave you a kiss. He reached over and turned the lamp out. You both shifted down and he wrapped his long limbs around you. Your back nestled right into his chest as his right arm held you close. His right leg draped over both of yours. You held the arm around you like a lifeline.

     “Good night Heat. Sweet dreams,” you said.

     “Good night, love. I’m already having them,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

[thelizaxevans]

closed - @bradley-banner

where - bradley's house

After spending the last week unpacking and making her new house their home, Liza spent the morning baking, planning on dropping by to see Bradley since she hadn't been by in a while. Besides- it was time to drop off her monthly cheat dessert. In the end Liza made two things, strawberry cheesecake dark chocolate brownies and then as a lighter option, fresh fruit and lemon curd pastry tarts (she also decided to pack in a container of protein-packed and sugar-free peanut butter mousse for a little treat that could last the next few days).

And once all that was done and she was ready to go, Liza headed off, getting to Bradley's home soon enough, knocking on the door and smiling brightly as the familiar face of the other woman's butler greeted her. "Hi! I come bearing gifts." She teased, holding up the little cooler she'd packed everything in.

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Discover the benefits of besan and curd face pack for oily skin. Learn how this natural remedy can improve your complexion and control excess oil.

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Amazon Recall Nationwide: Customers Told 'Immediately' Stop Using Products

What To Know

The items and companies currently listed on Amazon's "recalls and product safety alerts" page are:

Sanven Technology Recalls Vevor Handrails Due to Injury Hazard

The Coleman Company Recalls Converta Camping Cots and Converta Camping Suspension Stretchers Due to Laceration and Amputation Hazards; Imported by Newell Brands

Peg Perego Recalls Tatamia 3-in-1 Recliners, Swings and High Chairs Due to Risk of Suffocation; Violations of Multiple Federal Standards (Recall Alert)

iHerb Recalls Bottles and Blister Packs of California Gold Nutrition Iron Supplements Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Child Poisoning; Violation of Federal Standard for Child Resistant Packaging

Total Saddle Fit Recalls Western Saddle Cinches Due to Fall and Injury Hazards

Bell Sports Recalls Bicycle Helmets Due to Risk of Head Injury; Violation of Federal Standard for Bicycle Helmets

Boyro Baby Walkers Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death to Children from Fall Hazard; Violations of the Federal Standard for Infant Walkers and Lead Content Ban; Sold Exclusively on Amazon.com

FDA Class 2 Device Recall BD Insyte Autoguard Winged, Shielded IV Catheter

FDA Class 2 Device Recall BD Insyte Autoguard BC Pro Winged Shielded IV Catheter

FDA Class 2 Device Recall BD Insyte Autoguard, Shielded IV Catheter

FDA Class 2 Device Recall BD Insyte Autoguard BC Pro Winged Shielded IV Catheter

FDA Class 2 Device Recall BD Insyte Autoguard BC Winged, Shielded IV Catheter with Blood Control Technology

FDA Class 2 Device Recall BD Insyte Autoguard Winged, Shielded IV Catheter

Face Rock Creamery Voluntarily Recalls Vampire Slayer Garlic Cheddar Curds Because of Possible Health Risk

Public Recall Title: FDA Class 2 Device Recall LUCAS 2, 3 and 3.1

MaxKare Electric Blankets Recalled Due to Burn and Fire Hazards

Crayan Mattresses Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fire Hazard; Violation of Federal Standard for Mattress Flammability; Sold Exclusively on Amazon by Crayan

Polaris Recalls Ranger XP Kinetic and Pro XD Kinetic Recreational Off-Highway Vehicles (ROVs) Due to Fire Hazard

AstroAI Recalls Minifridges Due to Fire and Burn Hazards; Two Fires Resulted in More Than $360,000 in Reported Property Damages

YaFiti White Dressers Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Tip-Over and Entrapment Hazards; Violations of Federal Standard for Clothing Storage Units; Sold on Amazon

Medtech Products Inc. Issues Nationwide Recall of Little Remedies® Honey Cough Syrup Due to Microbial Contamination

TADAKAZU Baby Loungers Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Suffocation, Fall and Entrapment Hazards; Violations of Federal Standard for Infant Sleep Products; Sold on Amazon

FDA Class 1 Device Recall Dexcom One Glucose Receiver

FDA Class 3 Device Recall AcoSound

FDA Class 2 Device Recall Texium CSTD

Vita-Warehouse Corp. Issues Allergy Alert on Undeclared Peanut Allergen in ALDI Welby®, Berkley Jensen®, and VitaGlobe™ Vitamin B12 Gummy Products

FDA Class 2 Device Recall Texium CSTD

FDA Class 2 Device Recall Texium CSTD

FDA Class 2 Device Recall Hillrom WELCH ALLYN

Bugaboo North America Recalls Giraffe High Chairs Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fall Hazard

Mammut Sports Group Recalls Skywalker Pro Via Ferrata Sets Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fall Hazard

More than One Million Anker Power Banks Recalled Due to Fire and Burn Hazards; Manufactured by Anker Innovations

TTI Outdoor Power Equipment Recalls RYOBI 40-Volt 24-Inch Cordless Hedge Trimmers Due to Laceration Hazard

Agro Superior Group Recalls Oliver & Smith Mattresses Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fire Hazard; Violation of Federal Standard for Mattress Flammability

Medtronic Announces Voluntary Recall of Select Newport™ HT70 and Newport™ HT70 Plus Ventilators and Certain Related Newport™ Service Parts

Bornstein Seafoods Inc Recalls Cooked & Peeled Ready-To-Eat Coldwater Shrimp Meat Because of Possible Health Risk

Public Recall Title: FDA Class 1 Device Recall Newport HT70 Ventilator

Church & Dwight Co., Inc. Issues Voluntary Nationwide Recall of Zicam® Cold Remedy Nasal Swabs, Zicam® Nasal AllClear Swabs, and Orajel™ Baby Teething Swabs Due to Microbial Contamination

August Egg Company Recalls Shell Eggs Because of Possible Health Risk

Firehook of Virginia Issues Allergy Alert on Undeclared Sesame in Classic Sea Salt Crackers

Yamaha Expands Recall of Golf Car Vehicles Due to Crash Hazard; Additional Models and New Repair to Replace Accelerator Pedal Spring Assembly

Johnson Health Tech Trading Recalls BowFlex Adjustable Dumbbells Due to Impact Hazard, Including 3.7 Million Sold by Nautilus Inc.

ZRWD Infant Swings Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Suffocation Hazard; Multiple Federal Safety Violations; Sold Exclusively on Amazon.com by ZRWD

Portable Hook-On Chairs Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fall Hazard; Violation of the Federal Standard for Portable Hook-On Chairs; Sold Exclusively on Amazon.com by Ravmix

ZHORANGE Portable Bassinets Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fall Hazard; Violation of Federal Standard for Infant Sleep Products; Sold on Amazon.com by DFD Trading

Funlio Convertible High Chairs Recalled Due to Risk of Serious Injury or Death from Fall and Entrapment Hazards; Violation of Federal Standards for High Chairs; Sold by Ecogoods

Rinnai America Recalls Boilers Due to Carbon Monoxide (CO) Poisoning Hazard

Midea Recalls About 1.7 Million U and U+ Window Air Conditioners Due to Risk of Mold Exposure

Class 2 Device Recall Lazervida 10W Diode Laser Cutter and Engraver (Model LVD1)

Sulu Organics LLC Recalls Pork Lard & Beef Tallow Products Produced Without Benefit of Inspection

Springville Meat & Cold Storage Co., Inc., Recalls Beef Jerky/ Beef Snack Stick Products and Voluntarily Inspected Elk, Venison and Buffalo Jerky Products Due to Misbranding and Undeclared Allergens

[baidyanathayurveda]

7 Surprising Uses of Organic Honey in Your Daily Routine

(Discover How TruSoul Organic Honey Can Sweeten Your Life – Naturally)

Organic honey is not just a sweetener it’s a gift from nature. It has been used in Indian households for generations for its health, beauty, and wellness benefits. Today, as more people turn to chemical-free and natural products, organic honey is making a strong comeback. Among all available options, TruSoul Organic Raw Honey stands out. It is 100% natural, unprocessed, and free from chemicals, making it a safe and powerful addition to your everyday routine.

Let’s explore 7 surprising ways you can use organic honey daily to improve your health and lifestyle.

1. Morning Detox Drink

Start your day with a warm glass of water mixed with 1 spoon of TruSoul Organic Honey and half a lemon. This simple drink can:

Cleanse your digestive system

Boost your metabolism

Help with weight loss

Improve skin health

It’s a natural and healthy way to wake up your body and get energized for the day.

2. Natural Cough and Sore Throat Relief

Feeling a scratchy throat or dry cough? Organic honey is known for its soothing and antibacterial properties.

Just take a spoon of TruSoul Organic Honey or mix it with ginger juice. It will:

Reduce throat irritation

Calm cough naturally

Help you sleep better at night

Unlike syrups, it’s safe and gentle—especially for adults and elderly people.

3. Instant Energy Booster

Instead of drinking sugary energy drinks or coffee, try organic honey for a natural energy boost.

You can:

Add it to smoothies or protein shakes

Spread it on toast or paratha

Mix it in lukewarm milk

TruSoul Organic Honey is full of natural sugars, minerals, and enzymes. It gives quick energy without a crash later.

4. Healthy Skin with DIY Face Masks

Why spend money on chemical creams when you have honey in your kitchen?

Try this simple face mask:

1 tsp TruSoul Organic Honey

1 tsp curd (dahi) or multani mitti

Apply on clean face, leave for 15 minutes, then wash

Honey helps in:

Removing acne and pimples

Reducing dullness and dryness

Giving natural glow to your skin

This is a trusted beauty tip used by Indian mothers and grandmothers for years.

5. Better Sleep at Night

Do you struggle with sleep? Organic honey can help relax your body and calm your mind.

Take 1 tsp of TruSoul Organic Honey with warm milk before bedtime. It helps:

Improve sleep quality

Relax the nervous system

Prevent midnight hunger

This natural method works better than sleeping pills—and without side effects.

6. Boosting Immunity Naturally

In today’s world, strong immunity is more important than ever. Organic honey, especially when combined with ingredients like tulsi or turmeric, can:

Protect you from cold, cough, and infections

Fight harmful bacteria

Keep your body strong and active

You can take TruSoul Organic Honey with:

Tulsi tea

Turmeric and warm water

Amla or ginger juice

This is a simple and tasty way to stay healthy—especially during weather changes.

7. Healing Small Cuts and Burns

This one is truly surprising! Organic honey can be used on small wounds or burns to help them heal faster.

Why?

It has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties

It prevents infection and speeds up healing

It soothes skin and reduces pain

Just apply a small amount of TruSoul Organic Honey directly to the affected area (only for minor cuts and burns). Keep it covered with a clean bandage.

Why Choose TruSoul Organic Honey?

With so many options available, it’s important to choose a brand you can trust. TruSoul Organic Raw Honey is:

100% pure and natural

Sourced from safe and clean environments

Packed in a hygienic glass bottle

Free from sugar, preservatives, or chemicals

It’s perfect for people who care about health, purity, and sustainability.

Final Thoughts

As you can see, organic honey is more than just a sweetener—it’s a powerful and natural solution for everyday needs. From detox and beauty to sleep and immunity, it fits beautifully into every part of your daily routine.

So why wait? Start your healthy journey with TruSoul Organic Honey today.

Available now in a 500g eco-friendly glass bottle. Sweeten your life the natural way! Visit TruSoul.co.in to Buy Now

[mallareddynarayanahospitals]

How Aging Affects Digestion | Tips for Healthy Gut After 50 – Malla Reddy Narayana

It is a well-known fact that our nutritional needs and digestion as a whole, change as we grow older. We also need more nutrients as we age, but cannot eat as much- which means the food we eat needs to be of exceptional quality. Ageing well is a combination of components- genetics, lifestyle and general health being the most well-known ones. This is why there is such a huge link between our gut microbiome and our food habits. If our digestive system gets affected, we may face issues like diverticulitis, constipation, MS  (Multiple Sclerosis), diabetes, depression and other autoimmune diseases like RA (Rheumatoid Arthritis) respectively. 

Good Digestion Tips

Indian food is generally packed with gut superfoods like curd, fennel seeds, cumin seeds, turmeric, carom seeds etc. A lot of our spices fulfil this role of aiding in digestion beautifully, while also flavouring our dishes in many delectable ways. They are all great at improving the gut microbiome and reducing bloating too. Some easy-to-follow tips include the following- 

●     Avoid any food that has been problematic in the past. 

●     Stay hydrated.

●     Eat a balanced diet.

●     Eat about 4-6 servings of vegetables and fruits in one day. 

●     Eat smaller portions, and try to split your meals into 5-6 sittings. This will mean that you don’t feel too stuffed at one go and the meal is easier to digest. 

●     Medications that you take every day may cause issues like constipation or acid reflux. So talk to your doctor for possible replacements.      

How to Maintain Good Gut Health Here are our top 7 favourite tips to help you

●     Drink plenty of water so you don’t get constipated. This is because the part of the brain that controls thirst (the hypothalamus) does not function as well when we get older. Think of your gut as a plumbing system that needs to function well by moving stuff around efficiently. So, getting dehydrated is bad.

●     Eat plenty of soluble fibre-rich foods like fresh fruits and vegetables. Refrain from eating too many sweets or drinking too much chai or coffee. Two cups a day is totally fine. 

●     Obesity is a major concern these days, and not eating the right kinds of food can cause issues like GERD (Gastro-oesophageal Reflux Disease), fatty liver disease even if you are not an alcoholic or even cancers of the colon, oesophagus or the pancreas. Obesity can also increase the incidence of being diabetic or having hypertension. 

●     Get some exercise- if you do so for the recommended 150 minutes per week, you should keep everything moving smoothly. You could also lose some weight, and this is great in the long run- to improve glucose sensitivity and reduce cravings. 

●     Do some yoga or meditation, or try different ways to reduce stress. Too much stress can even exacerbate existing IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) symptoms. 

●     Ensure you visit your dentist every year or so, and schedule a routine cleaning or any other oral procedure without much delay. The mouth is an inhospitable terrain that is home to millions of bacteria- which can be ingested and could cause problems in different ways.

Conclusion

The gut is a garden, requiring care and nourishment to thrive.- this quote by German author and scientist Giulia Enders is a great way to summarise everything we just read. Maintaining a healthy and stress-free lifestyle is key to ensuring that our gut performs at its peak. We don’t need to get disheartened by the fact that ageing will do a number on us. We just need to be more proactive about our choices, and the rest will follow in good faith.

[nutrazin-t]

🌸 Embrace holistic beauty with these DIY face packs using everyday ingredients.

Perfect for oily, dry, sensitive, and acne-prone skin — with blends like Neem + Turmeric + Curd and more. 🍃 Gentle on your skin, kind to your wallet, and free from harsh chemicals.