#healthy dessert alternatives

[dynamichealthinsights]

How Desserts with Excessive Sugar and Fat Affect Health: A Deep Dive into the Sweet Dangers

Desserts are woven into the fabric of human culture. They are synonymous with celebration, comfort, and indulgence. From festive cakes to everyday cookies, sweet treats often symbolize joy, but beneath their delicious exterior lies a more concerning truth. Desserts loaded with excessive sugar and fat can silently wreak havoc on our health. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore how these…

[gwmac]

The Sweet Life: Rating Healthy Sugar Alternatives That Won't Leave You Sour From 1-10

Prepare to be enlightened as you embark on a tantalizing journey through the universe of healthy sugar alternatives, eager to transform your diet and leave sugar and high fructose corn syrup (HFCS) in the dust. These are in my opinion the top five alternatives that can help you savor the sweetness of life without the worry of health consequences. We’ve delved deep into scientific studies, expert…

[smartweightlosstip]

Craving Sweets on Keto? Here’s How to Satisfy Your Sweet Tooth Without Spiking Your Blood Sugar 🍯 Are you on a keto journey and craving something sweet? The struggle is real, but here's the good news: you can satisfy those cravings while staying in ketosis! With these natural, low-carb sugar substitutes, you won’t have to compromise on flavor. Let’s dive in! Top Keto-Friendly Sugar Alternatives: Stevia 🍃 – A zero-calorie, plant-derived sweetener that won’t spike blood sugar. Perfect for sweetening drinks and baked goods. Monk Fruit 🍈 – Naturally sweet and calorie-free. Its mild taste makes it ideal for keto desserts without the sugar rush! Erythritol 🍬 – This sugar alcohol is a popular choice for baking. It’s low-carb, low-calorie, and doesn’t affect blood sugar levels. Allulose 🍪 – A sugar-like substance that tastes just like sugar but with fewer carbs. Great for making keto-friendly treats! Follow us for more tips keto diet, keto snacks, sugar substitutes, keto-friendly sweets, stevia benefits, monk fruit for keto, erythritol baking, allulose low carb, keto desserts, blood sugar control, low carb lifestyle, keto sweeteners, sugar-free baking, keto hacks, keto journey, natural sweeteners, healthy desserts, keto sugar alternatives, sugar cravings solutions, stay in ketosis #KetoFriendly #KetoSweets #LowCarbLife #SugarSubstitutes #KetoTips #HealthyEating #KetoJourney #StayInKetosis #SugarFreeLiving #KetoDesserts #LowCarbSnacks #KetoHacks #BloodSugarControl #NaturalSweeteners #KetoLifestyle #HealthyChoices #CravingsSatisfied #GuiltFreeTreats #KetoInspiration #SweetOnKeto

[therealistrreal]

Modern Adaptations of Traditional Foods: Rediscovering Heritage with a Contemporary Twist

Food has always been a reflection of culture, history, and tradition. As we embrace the global village of the 21st century, there’s a fascinating trend emerging: the modern adaptation of traditional foods. This culinary revolution is not just about preserving our heritage but also about reimagining and revitalizing it to suit modern tastes and dietary needs. Let’s explore how age-old recipes from…

[justinterestingrecipes]

Texas Sheet Cake Recipe

Imagine this: it’s a warm Sunday afternoon, and you’re surrounded by friends and family, laughter filling the air. The scent of rich chocolate wafts from the kitchen, drawing everyone closer. As you slice into a decadent piece of Texas sheet cake, you’re met with moist, chocolatey goodness that melts in your mouth. But here’s the twist – this isn’t just any Texas sheet cake; it’s a guilt-free indulgence packed with protein and lower in sugar, yet still bursting with flavor. Intrigued? Let me take you on a journey to discover why our healthier Texas sheet cake recipe, featuring Nuts ‘N More High Protein Low Sugar Cocoa Hazelnut Spread & egg powder, is a must-try for any occasion.

[butterbourbonandothersins]

Yasso Frozen Greek Yogurt Snacks

Fortunately, companies like Yasso are trending in the snack industry, providing consumers a healthier alternative to traditional ice cream treats.

[starb0n3]

TEEN IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE DIET 🦴🌫️

(inspired by @honeysugarfree)

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You wake up with one thing on your mind: going out for a walk in the woods. But you can’t. You’re a teenager who has school, and your parents would kill you if you skipped school.

It’s too early to eat anything. Pass the time playing with your cat or simply reading by the window as the sun rises.

School is so boring when all you’re craving is a nice cup of warm soup or hot chocolate prepared by your mum. Whatever, you’ll suffer in silence and snack on whatever fruits you threw into your bag this morning.✧˖°.☾

For lunch, you’ll have leftovers from yesterday. roasted/baked/boiled veggies accompanied by rice or wheat. you don’t eat it all; it’s cold, and not that nice at all… Maybe your parents packed you a sandwich instead? make sure you don’t eat the crusts, though. they’re the worst part.

If you’re lucky, you might’ve even added one of your bakes as dessert (low cal pastry/cookie), or a small yoghurt. if you didn’t, don’t fret. your parent didn’t forget to include a fruit or veggie for health.

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Back home at last — not before you went on a small walk, though. your parents were worried about where you’d gone off too again, and you’re greeted by a warm broth/soup, or some more baked veggies.

you don’t finish your plate unless your walk was very tiring. you’re too eager to finish that book you started!

Once in a while, you might be allowed a piece of cake or some hot chocolate. not everyday, though. that would be bad for your teeth!

End the day with a cup of tea, reading under a warm blanket with a piece of your favourite chocolate or sweet. 🍂☕️🐈‍⬛

MEAL IDEAS I LOVE:

Chickpeas in tomato sauce with rice

Whole bread sandwich without the crust: tomato, cheese and cucumber (ham if you want, i’m vegetarian c:)

Ratatouille or Shakshuka with wheat/bulgur

Apple sauce cookies (i can share a good recipe if you want)

Pasta/zucchini gratin

Lasagna (spinach or veggies with tomato sauce - or mince, once again, i’m vegetarian)

potatoes (sweet is even better) with broccoli

Mushrooms with bread

Tomato salad (vinegar, herbs, olive oil)

Lentil/corn cakes with cream cheese

Pumpkin pie

Vegetable broth (or chicken) with vegetable dices

Potato soup

Tomato orzo soup

Mashed potatoes with lentils

Lentil soup

Beetroot (it’s so good even on it own)

REMEMBER!

You always prefer ‘halloween’ themed pastries — involving apples, pumpkin, carrots…

Eating isn’t a bother, you’re just a slow eater. don’t hesitate to share your love for sweets, while keeping consummation low.

You get tired of veggies so much! never finish a meal you don’t like.

Your favourite candy is liquorice, and most halloween themed ones like acorn or hard candy

Keep the chocolate low. it’s too heavy and nauseating!

If you must, have a piece of nutella/peanut butter and jelly toast, oats, or milk with fruits in the morning. i promise it’s much better than those ‘healthy’ alternatives (makes you satisfies and low calorie if you only have one)

No crisps — they’re too oily and dirty your books. Pop corn is so much better (and lower in cols) — caramel or pumpkin spice is a staple!

Cinnamon on apples… the best treat!

If you ever eat out with family, eat only a third of the meal and get the rest to pack. it’s so good you want to make it last!!

Bake and cook as much as you can! This will make your parents understand what you like, and not push to make you eat those gross overly fat foods.

Try to stay under 1,000 kcals, but don’t count calories obsessively. keep portions small and always leave a third of your plate.

Have fun!

(i’ll make a moodboard with meals etc, i hope you enjoy!)

[heartfullofleeches]

I have questionssss

One, what's it like when fast food reader goes home? How does everyone deal?

Also- I've seen a rival food place mentioned like, twice, but I know nothing about them! Can you tell us more?

Fast Food Reader actually rarely goes home. They sorta just black out and wake up in either the break room or one of the tunnels apart of the playground in the play place where the ball pit is. Sometimes they forget they even have a place outside the restaurant, but they immediately remember why they probably shouldn't leave because Lambchop gets super depressed even when they step outside just to take out the trash. When they head to their real home Lambchop tries to follow or just mopes around by the front door till they come in the next day.

Normally, it's the the janitor or the bathroom Succubus who takes them home so neither of them are too upset about them leaving. Their manager knows they'll always be back so they aren't too concerned, but they do miss their favorite employee when they're away. The Storyteller and ball pit hands are pretty much the same - though the hands will try to steal their keys. Reader definitely has to sneak when they're leaving because the ice cream machine ghost, the birthday clown, and the deer kidney guy won't let them escape so easily.

The rival Restaurant is owned by a currently unnamed rabbit mascot. It was originally imagined as a sort of healthy alternative style place, but now I'm leaning towards a sort of gimmicky mom and pop diner vibe just because I love that aesthetic. It's the type of place where the employees wear skates and nurses outfits, and there's something in the desserts that kinda sorta brainwashes the people who eat them. It doesn't work on Fast Food Reader for whatever reason - but that doesn't stop the rival from trying to win reader over mostly just because they think reader is cute and they want everyone in their restaurant to suffer.

[sarnai4]

(Because of you, @mer-acle 😁)

Ice cream for Mount Olympus.

Athena is a classy lady. She gets pistachio other nuts like white chocolate macadamia (Thanks @dantsem!), and olive oil because we know that's her tree. She knows how to get the perfect number of scoops to be perfectly satisfied.

Ares is a frozen yogurt immortal because he wants to go against what the others are doing. He refuses to join in. He'll try every flavor and load it with toppings, challenging Athena to see who can pile on more things until someone has a topping spill out.

Artemis wants the flavors that show her toughness. She's getting black licorice, ghost pepper, wasabi, etc. Apollo wants her to stop after the tears start, but she will power through.

Apollo is health-conscious. He's getting low-fat flavors, oatmilk or almond milk ice cream, or he's just getting Italian ice. Sorbet is also an option, but he'll argue you down about sherbet being a healthy alternative.

Hermes is ordering whatever the most uncommon flavors are. He will get garlic and Cheetos Flamin Hot (yes, these are real ice cream flavors) just to see his family cringe. He doesn't even really want them. Athena questions the logic of this.

Hephaestus likes vanilla. The others make fun of him for being boring, but he enjoys how this can be a good foundation for other desserts, sundaes, root beer floats, etc.

Dionysus is eating rum raisin, tequila, and margarita Italian ice. There was no other option. He saw booze and got heart eyes.

Aphrodite is eating chocolate and cheesecake flavors because they're rich and remind her of the richness of a passionate moment. She also likes cherry Italian ice because it makes her lips red.

Zeus is having banana cream pie, dark chocolate, and watermelon sorbet because these foods are aphrodisiacs. Even if they don't really have this effect on the brain, he's willing to try and this isn't good for anyone.

Hera eats swirls. They absolutely must be even and no other flavors can be mixed because so help her, she will see a good marriage of something even if it's only chocolate and vanilla.

Poseidon likes salted caramel. He puts extra salt on there to make him think of the ocean and adds some of those Swedish Fish on top. Zeus steals his fish most of the time.

Demeter likes black cherry, blueberry, lemon sorbet, and every other fruit flavor. She's the goddess of harvest after all. She absolutely might brag whenever she tries one that she really likes because she feels like she's a big reason for the fruits being so good.

Hades likes butter pecan and spumoni. They're relaxing but still flavorful. He can calmly enjoy a bowl of them either mixed or separate. He doesn't get involved in his brothers' ice cream battle. He just watches as Ares edges them on.

Hestia likes cake batter, birthday cake, and all the other flavors that are extremely sweet. She's the only one who can stomach things that sweet and her family thinks it's just because she's equally sweet.

[vampmama]

Hello! I love your blog. Could you do head cannons or a mood-board for cg Hannibal?

Thank you anon! Of course! I can do both!

Caregiver! Hannibal Lecter moodboard + headcanons!

🐑 Hannibal is probably very strict on rules as a CG, he has the disapproving dad look down perfectly I’m sure.

🐑 He dislikes mess and teaches you to clean up after yourself. If you play outside, he will pick you up and carry you through the house to put you straight into the bath. He loves bath time, getting to pamper his little baby is his favourite thing!

🐑 Is a huge gift giver, loves spoiling his baby! Will bring home little surprises all the time and adores seeing the excited look on his baby’s face.

🐑 Believes in the importance of healthy eating and insists you eat your veggies! But if you really don’t like them he won’t force you to eat them, simply try to find another healthy alternative! He also isn’t keen on giving sweets or overly sugary desserts out of concern for your teeth, but will allow them as treats or if you are particularly upset!

🐑 Enjoys presenting food in silly, child-like ways such as different animals, scenes, characters, etc!

🐑 Will display all of your art. He’s very proud of his baby!!

🐑 Very big on using petnames. Some of his favourites include: darling, dear, little fawn/lamb, sweet boy/girl/baby and sweetheart. He loves reaffirming how tiny his baby is by using “little” or “tiny” before a name!

That’s all! I hope this is satisfactory <3 I may do some more headcanons for CG! Hannibal soon, we’ll see!

My requests are currently open! Feel free to take a look at my fandoms and request moodboards, headcanons, etc. for characters from the listed fandoms!

[qfzeeph]

Suprise! You get Zeeph Writings today because I am very sick and thinking about him to keep me sane :3

♡Kaito (Vocaloid) x Reader/Master HCs [3]♡

♡Reader is Sick♡ ♡Kaito is taking care of them!!♡

☆Since he's a weird android-type thing, Kaito doesn't really get sick in the way we do. Which makes him all the more available to take care of you when you fall ill.

☆it doesn't matter what you've got. This man will be by your side until the day you recover, wether that be if you're stuck at home or in the hospital recieving care. (For the sake of this post, reader is mainly going to be ill at home.) ☆He'll happily sleep on the floor when you're too sick to share a bed. He tries to stay close by to you incase you need anything ☆if you DO need anything, he'll do his best to have it right away. Tissues, ginger ale, you name it. ☆Keeping high spirits while you're sick is important. Kaito is really good at making you feel happy even when you're feeling your worst. He'll sing lullabies to you to help you sleep, watch TV with you to make you feel less alone, and even sits on the side of your bed when he can so you can hold his hand. He won't let you feel like you're suffering alone even for a second. ☆Sometimes being sick isn't pretty. Even when you're a disgusting hot mess, he's going to be right by your side to help you clean up. Hell, he'd help you clean yourself up, send you back to bed, and then take on the rest of the cleaning on his own so you can rest. He doesn't care how gross the mess ends up being, because if it's for you it's worth it. ☆Likewise, you have a washing machine. If something gets on the scarf, it gets on the scarf. He understands human illness isn't always just the sniffles and icky things do happen. He isn't going to get mad at you if he gets a little dirty trying to care for you. ☆Kaito tries not to be too clingy while you're sick. He understands that cuddling and hugging and being attached to you at all times is more stressful than comforting when you're not feeling well. He can't wait for you to be back on your feet so he can shower you with affection again. Though, sometimes he can't help himself and leaves little kisses on the top of your hand or forehead. If he's sitting next to your bed, a little hair ruffle means the world to him. ☆The first thing he'll want to do together after you recover completely is either take you to go get ice cream or alternatively your favorite sweet dessert. He'll even pay for it since you deserve a nice treat after all you've gone through. ...so basically, I have the norovirus ;A; it is NOT fun! But thinking about my blue guy makes me feel a little better. I'm cooped up on the couch (I have a loft bed and was having a hard time getting in/out of it) with one of my Kaito plushies to keep me company. As usual, thanks for givin' a read and hope everyone is healthy! ...at least healthier than I am right now :(((

[stellar-solar-flare]

A Fairytale Of A Disaster| Chapter 4/4 | Steve Rogers x doctor!Reader

Explicit - 18+ only - Minors DNI.

Your friend set you up with a perfect guy. Unfortunately, when it's time for you to meet 'Grant' for the first time, he has stood you up. On Valentine's Day of all days.

Was it too good to be true? Or does he instead have a very, very good reason why he's late, and a desire to make it all up to you?

Fluff, hurt/comfort, meet-cute, misunderstandings, eventual smut, healthy communication. | Background Sam Wilson/OFC.

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Story Content Warnings:Discussion of Steve's canonical trauma; mentions of Steve/Peggy.

Reader Specifics: She/her, late twenties (a few years younger than Steve in this fic). Training to be a trauma surgeon (has completed med school, in residency stage). Likes books and houseplants. No description of appearance (other than clothes and such), no use of Y/N.

Alternate Universe: The Avengers Initiative continued SHIELD's work after its collapse to corruption. The Avengers are living together in the Compound - Bucky has healed, and Civil War never happened because Tony and Steve worked through their differences like adults.

Story Notes: I wanted to write a Valentine's Day oneshot, and then it turned out it has parts. Oh no. Well, here we are. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little trope collection! As always, thank you for reading, and hearing what you think means a lot to me.

I do not own anything Marvel related. This is an unofficial fan work. No copyright infringement intended. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 4: Forever After

Chapter Notes: And here is the final chapter. 2024 was a giant hassle for me, which is why it was a little delayed, but I am grateful for your patience. Thanks for sticking with me until the end. As always, I am always interested in hearing your thoughts! Thank you for reading, and happy 2025.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content, praise kink, slightly possessive Steve Rogers, dirty talk.

4,290 words.

It didn’t sit right with you to just wait for Steve to come back.

Sure, it was the first time you were at his place, but he had told you to make yourself at home. And he had gone through all this trouble to make the schedule mishap up to you, even after he’d obviously had a long and probably somewhat overwhelming day. You wanted to do something nice for him, too; to do your part in making sure this night would turn out well.

He had mentioned the BBQ-chicken-filled baguettes, which sounded like lovely comfort-type of food; and that type of food required a dessert. You weren’t the one making the rules.

After a few minutes of contemplation, you padded over to the kitchen part of the great room and started opening the cabinets. After what Steve had said, it didn’t surprise you that his pantry was well-stocked, and it seemed like he enjoyed baking, too. So far, he’d only sent you pictures of dinners he’d cooked, but after that, it wasn’t much of a leap to assume baking was also something like a hobby to him. A top-of-the-line stand mixer stood on the counter, gleaming in the well-lit space, and you smiled. It would practically do the work for you.

You figured out how to turn on the oven and set it to heat up while you gathered all the necessary ingredients and found a nice rectangular oven pan. Brownies certainly weren’t going to win any Michelin Stars any time soon, but they were a great treat after a long day and one of the recipes you could’ve made in your sleep. Besides, Steve had quality chocolate, grass-fed butter, free-range eggs… There was no way these could turn out anything but delicious.

Steve wasn’t gone for long, but by the time he returned, you were already scooping the melted chocolate and butter into the stand mixer bowl to whisk it together with the egg-sugar foam. You were so focused on the task at hand that at first, you didn’t hear his steps coming up to the kitchen.

“Doll?” he said, and there was something careful about his voice, something that made you think it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to scare you.

You turned to look at him, smiling, as you set the dish in your hands on the counter and turned the stand mixer on; on a low setting, it was so quiet that you could easily talk despite the fact that it was running.

“Hi,” you said. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” he said.

He had looked great in the suit but the combination of grey dress pants, a crisp white shirt, and a navy blazer was certainly nothing to scoff at. He’d dried and combed his hair, and it was a radiant halo on his head, and the look in his eyes was something that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze trailed down from your eyes to your body, taking in the navy apron — with his shield embroidered on it — that you’d found in a drawer and used to cover your dress to keep it clean. Abruptly, he pulled his gaze away, peering at the batter.

“I thought I’d make us some dessert to go with the sandwiches,” you smiled. “You did tell me to make myself at home.”

“I did,” he swallowed, the sound coming out of his throat somehow suffocated. “You didn’t have to but I… I appreciate it. A lot. It looks lovely. Brownies?”

The chopped sentences made one side of your mouth tug up. For sure, you had heard that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, but you hadn’t expected such a small thing to have an effect this tangible. You stopped the device, satisfied with the evenness of the batter, and Steve turned back to you.

“Yeah, brownies,” you confirmed. “I borrowed your apron, too.”

“I can see that,” he smiled. “It looks great on you. It’s from our Kitchen Heroes merch line — Sam got it for me as a gag gift, since all the profits go to fund food banks. I often cook for the team; it’s good for the spirit. But it definitely looks better on you than it does on me.”

A part of you doubted it — the idea of Steve, with the apron on and the sleeves of his shirt rolled back, working on some complicated dish with a focused expression on his face in this very kitchen made something stir on the bottom of your stomach.  Maybe you would see it; maybe this was only the first time you were cooking in this kitchen, maybe this was the beginning of something beautiful, maybe this was it.

His eyes trailed down again, and for a second, you thought he might be staring at your breasts, and then you realized that his gaze was fixed on the shield that stood proudly on your chest. His shield, on an apron in his colors, on you. You hadn’t intended this to be any sort of innuendo, really, you had simply grabbed the topmost apron from the drawer that held them, but now, the implications of his gaze definitely weren’t lost on you.

“Steve…” you whispered, licking your lips.

The doorbell rang, making both of you almost jump.

Steve tore his eyes off you, clearing his throat as pink was staining his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, just, give me a second,” he said, already spinning on his heel to stride to the door.

Whatever it was that caused someone to physically come meet Captain America at this hour on a holiday probably wasn’t something that you should be eavesdropping on. So you used the moment to pour the batter into the greased dish and stick it to the oven, letting the clangs of metal and the beeps of the timer you set cover the conversation at the door. And of course, you weren’t going to deny yourself the simple joy of tasting the batter off the spatula you’d used to scrape the bowl. Delicious, just like you’d thought — thick and wonderfully chocolatey.

Focused on your task, you didn’t hear Steve’s steps until he was back to standing almost next to you. He cleared his throat in a way that called for your attention, and you spun to your right, the spatula still in your left hand.

Your heart skipped a beat. And then another.

Roses.

Steve was standing there with a huge bouquet of them on his arm; he’d peeled off the paper that had sheltered them during transport and with only the thin cellophane wrapped around the stems, you could easily see how beautiful the flowers were. In full bloom, under the bright lights of the kitchen, their scarlet red color looked so wonderfully brilliant that for a moment, all you could do was stare and feel your heart swell in your chest. No one had ever.

“I thought…” Steve murmured, just a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I felt bad for showing up to a first date without the flowers, and I wondered if the red was a little too much but they match your dress. There are a few 24/7 delivery systems here on AI Campus. I hope —“

“Steve,” you cut him off, your voice thick. “They’re wonderful. Beautiful. Thank you.”

You stepped closer to him leaning in to peek at the roses, smiling at their fragrant scent. Three or four dozen — you would have to count them to be sure. Later. Now, you would just take them in and enjoy. It might’ve been true that it was a little excessive for what was a first date, despite the feeling that you’d known Steve for much longer because you’d been talking so much about everything, but so far, nothing about this had exactly been normal and ordinary.

“I love the color, too,” you whispered, turning your gaze up to Steve.

“I’m glad you like them,” he murmured.

He was looking at your gleaming eyes and your bright smile with something akin to primal satisfaction on his face. It should have clashed with the way he looked like Prince Charming, tall and strong and handsome and well dressed and bearing flowers — god, your luck had finally turned, hadn’t it? — but somehow, it didn’t. As the eye contact stretched again, seconds ticking away and your pulse racing in your chest, your head was running away with almost irresistible images of a future you might share with him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something falling onto the back of your palm. Dazed, you turned your gaze to the left, looking at the drop of brownie batter that had fallen off the spatula you were holding.

You should have put it away. You should have found a vase to stick the flowers in until it was time for you to go home. You should have started the dishes you’d made baking, and get the food cooking with Steve.

But right now, those things weren’t something you wanted to do, and maybe, the weird trust that had floated in the air for the entire night meant that you didn’t have to care about what you should do, about the usual and ordinary route of doing things. Maybe you could simply do what you wanted, and see where it took you.

In a bout of courage, you ran your forefinger over the side of the spatula, sweeping a generous amount of batter onto it. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, and when you looked up again, there was a darkness there that made your heart beat louder.

“I think this turned out delicious. You should try it?” you whispered, holding your hand up, almost beckoning him with the batter-covered finger.

You were proud of your hand not trembling, of your tone only to having that small question in it. For the second it took for Steve to understand your words, you thought you’d made a glorious miscalculation. The only sound you could hear was the breathing of you.

And then, after shifting the bouquet so that it rested on his left arm, he reached for your hand. His fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, so lightly that the barest flex of your hand would’ve removed it from his grip, and yet it was the furthest thing from your mind. His hand was so warm it felt like it was radiating pure heat up your arm so that it pooled in your chest and at the bottom of your belly. You didn’t dare to move, you didn’t dare to breathe, you simply watched, eyes riveted on the movement when he brought the hand onto his lips.

His mouth was so soft against your finger. At first, it was a simple kiss, almost something like the back-of-the-hand kisses from fairy tales, and yet, the way his gaze was aflame when he kept his eyes in yours seemed to belong to a completely different sort of tale. When you didn’t yank your hand back at the touch of his lips, he grew bolder, his thumb sweeping a caress onto the sensitive underside of your wrist right at the edge of your palm. His tongue swept the side of your finger before his mouth wrapped around it, sucking the last of the batter off.

A tiny, desperate whine escaped from the depths of your throat, and if it hadn’t been for his super-hearing, it might’ve blown entirely past him. But it didn’t. His darkened eyes locked back on yours, and for a half-second of pure, blessed clarity, you realized the power of a man you were playing with, and some sort of eons-old instinct that was purring in the back of your head at the possibility of bedding him took the reins for you:

“Please.”

It was just as tiny and desperate as your whine had been, but it was a much clearer permission for him to proceed, and with a movement so fast you could hardly catch it, he threw the roses onto the kitchen island and grabbed you by the hips, bringing your body against his and his mouth down to yours.

The kiss’ urgency shot through your veins, setting them alight with desire, and you brought your free hand up to wrap around the nape of his neck, keeping his mouth right where it was. A low sound, a growl almost, rumbled in his chest as he felt your touch, the eagerness with which your body arched for him when his arm wrapped around your midriff, pulling you tight against his body. He nibbled your lower lip, leaving behind a faint taste of vinegar from the fish & chips you had shared, and then traced his way down the column of your neck with small kisses.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “I just… Please tell me yes.”

“Yes,” you breathed, barely able to get the three letters out of your hazy brain that had zeroed in on the way Steve felt against you, the way his hips pressed against yours.

The second he heard you say that, he crouched down only enough to bring his hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you up to his arms with ease that made your stomach do a flip. You were ready for him, ready to be carried to the bedroom and kept there until your voice was hoarse from screaming his name, ready to let him to have and to hold.

But it wasn’t in his mind to venture that far. He lifted you up on the kitchen counter, and you spread your legs so that he could get in between. It would be the perfect height, and what you felt when his hips pressed against you this way filled you with something that was a mixture of exhilaration and slight dread at the size of him. Before you could think about it too much, his soft, perfect mouth was back on yours, emptying your head about anything except his taste, now pure Steve in a way that made something within you whine.

You tossed the spatula still in your hand away, hoping it would land somewhere in the general direction of the sink, and moved your hands to the top button of the shirt Steve had only a moment ago put on. With self-control that would’ve moved mountains, you moved your head so that your lips separated from his, and he stopped, his forehead leaning against yours and his breaths coming in harsh, graving bouts.

“Doll?” he whispered.

“Is it a yes?” you whispered in turn, fingers fiddling with the closed button.

“God yes,” he breathed out, his mouth coming back to yours as if all his control had been drained by that small moment of confirmation, and then there was nothing standing in your way.

You fumbled your way through opening the buttons and then pushing the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his warm, chiseled upper body for you to map with your greedy hands. It was almost too much, too perfect, his serum-enhanced physiology something out of a wild daydream — and now, it was yours to touch. You ran your hands all over his abs and pecs and arms and back, and the muffled groans he buried in your neck filled you with satisfaction, even as the way his hips were rocking against yours was awakening a deeper craving in you than you had thought possible.

“There are condoms in the bathroom, I can go get one…” he whispered, his forehead moving to rest against yours as you breathed on each other’s lips.

Even as he spoke, his large hands were running up your stocking-covered legs and then hips. Finally, they settled on the underside of your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. Even through the layers of apron and dress, the touch was almost unbearable, too much and too little at the same time, and you couldn’t bear the thought of Steve leaving the cradle of your thighs for even a moment.

“I have an IUD,” you said. “And I trust you if you trust me.”

He swallowed hard, nodding, and then his hands were on the move again. They traced their way down your sides and then slipped underneath your skirt, his eyes fixed on yours. He was giving you plenty of time to tell him to stop if you changed your mind, and yet stopping was the furthest thing from your hazy mind.

“You’ve been driving me crazy the whole night,” he rasped. “The whole day, really. Ever since you sent me that picture… It’s been all I’ve been able to think about. You are so goddamn beautiful that I can’t fathom how I got this lucky.”

Your eyes fell closed as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your stockings, and with some maneuvering and rocking from you, he slipped them off your legs. The stone counter was a little cold underneath your butt, but it was something you barely acknowledged when Steve was looking at you with darkened eyes, gathering your skirts slowly up to your hips and making you whine in anticipation.

“That eager for me, beautiful?” he murmured. “Good. I want you moaning my name before we are done; I want to drive you just as crazy as you drive me, I want to see those gorgeous eyes glazed over with the pleasure I bring you.”

Oh god. You hadn’t anticipated this, any of this, sleeping with Steve on the first date, or him having that sort of mouth, but something pleased rippled down your spine as you realized how much of an expression of trust this was. A different kind than your talk in the car, certainly, but another one regardless.

“Please.”

“Oh, that’s a good girl.”

The gravelly tone and the words of praise combined with hot fingers smoothing up the inside of your leg made your vision cloud over with a red haze. He noticed your reaction — of course he did, with his eyes fixed on your face when he touched you, and a smile so smug it almost glowed spread on his face.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You like me telling you how perfect you are for me.”

It wasn’t a question, which was good, because his fingers finally, finally reached the apex of your thighs, diving into your wet folds, and the only thing you could do in response was to grab his shoulders and let out a whine, your hips rocking up to his touch.

“So wet for me, doll,” he whispered, his hand twisting so that his thumb landed on your clit and his forefinger teased your entrance, pure electricity shooting up from where he touched you and making you sparkle with pure lust.

You arched for him when he started drawing gentle circles on you, finger finally entering you with an audible groan from his mouth as he felt your tightness. Your head fell back, and he brought his other hand to the nape of your neck, holding you in a perfect position to lean over you and capture your lips for a kiss. And the hand didn’t stop; he was reading your reactions with all his strategic intelligence, finding the perfect ways to touch and stroke, everything inside you winding tighter and tighter and tighter.

“Steve,” you moaned when he released your mouth because saying his name was more important than breathing.

“Are you going to come for me, beautiful? Does my hand feel that good? I want it, baby, let me have it.”

As if you could’ve stopped it even if you had wanted to. Your peak poured over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in it, and you brought your hands into the back of Steve’s neck to pull his mouth to yours when it happened. He let you ride it, extending the feeling with his touch until you were a panting, hazy mess, barely able to see.

“I need you inside me, right now, you panted the second his hand retreated, your hand going for the buckle of his belt.

As collected as he had appeared with his words, he certainly wasn’t unaffected by you, either. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, groaning as your hand slipped down the front of his pants, feeling the diamond-hard length of him. He rocked his hips into your hand as you explored him with your fingers, feeling the moisture at the tip of his cock that told you he was just as eager as you.

You freed him from his pants, feasting your eyes at the sight of him, your mouth watering, and if it hadn’t been for the aching emptiness in your core, you would’ve dropped on your knees to taste him. Based on the way he’d been staring at your red lipstick, he wouldn’t have objected to it. But no. You needed more, and so did he, lifting his face to look at you as his hands pulled you to the very edge of the counter. You wrapped your legs around him as he lined himself up, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness in a way that made you both take a violent breath. His other hand moved your skirts and —

Suddenly, a bubble of laughter formed in your chest, escaping your lips as a small giggle, and Steve lifted his eyes from where he’d been staring at the apex of your thighs. He was smiling too; a happy glow mixed into the darkened look of his eyes, and you couldn’t resist swiping a tendril of hair away from his forehead — you must’ve marred his perfect hairdo with your hands when he’d been working magic with his hand.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“Should I take the apron off?” you grinned, and he tilted his head.

The smile on his face turned into a devious smirk, and then, with one smooth, slow stroke, he buried himself inside you. The movement knocked all thought away from your head, your mouth opening in a gasp as you felt yourself accommodate his impressive size, and god, yes, you were his now, ruined from anything else now that you’d felt him inside you, felt him pull you into an embrace as he slowly started moving, his lips dropping kisses into your jawline.

“Let’s leave it,” he rasped, as if you could’ve managed something as complicated as opening the knot of the apron’s strings in this state. “I like it… Makes you look all mine. And I have time to enjoy more of your beautiful body before this night is over.”

It was a promise and a threat at the same time — this was only the beginning and yet, you could already feel the white haze of another peak creeping into your brain, just as you’d barely stopped floating in the tail waves of the previous one, and you were not sure any mortal was meant to survive an experience this divine. But Steve was a demigod more than he was a man, as human as he was, and a primal part of you was nodding eagerly at the idea of him truly keeping you in his bed for the entirety of the night.

“Steve…” you whimpered.

“I’m right here, beautiful,” he cooed. “God, you feel so fucking perfect on my cock, jesus christ.”

His movements were speeding up, his patience unraveling, and yet, he wasn’t about to leave you wanting. His hand found its way back to where you were joined, fingers stroking your clit. The touch was tender, careful not to hurt you, and yet the overwhelm of it and the way he was moving inside you blurred into a flurry of sensation. He was ripping sounds of you that you hadn’t known you were capable of making, keening whines and gasps and whimpers that made him chuckle darkly as he stared at you like you were the center of his universe.

Your core fluttering around him, almost there, almost almost almost —

“Give it to me, doll, come on my cock,” he murmured on the shell of your ear, and the words were your final undoing.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips on yours and letting him have your whimpers directly from your mouth. You were shaking in his hand hard enough that you might’ve been worried about falling off the counter if it hadn’t been for Steve holding you by your hips, his thrust speeding up and losing rhythm when he approached his point of no return and then —

there.

You felt him spill inside you, his back muscles trembling with the force of his climax, a moan resembling your name falling from his lips as he dropped his forehead to rest against yours, breathing harshly.

For a few breaths, neither of you said anything, and then Steve pulled his head back just far enough to be able to look at you.

“So, um, will you believe me if I say I didn’t bring you here just for this?” he said.

The sheepish tone compared with the fact that you hadn’t even made it to the bedroom and that he was still inside you made it impossible to not laugh. You pulled him for another kiss for an answer — lighter, sated, happier…

almost loving, very, very soon it would be

…and he answered the kiss just the same way. Soon, you’d have to move, get cleaned up, get the brownies out of the oven, get the food situation sorted out with Steve but not just yet.

For a few minutes more, you could just linger here in his warmth and his scent, enjoying the beginning of your happily ever after.

THE END. Thank you for reading!

[tr0ubledberry]

Hi friends. I’m 21F and have been struggling with my body image since 2009 which led me to develop anorexia around 2014. I’ve been struggling ever since and have tried every trick and diet out there but have finally settled on my own so I thought I’d share it. First of all, recovery is a lie. There was a point in my life where I fully recovered but made me fat… it was nice not to worry about calories and all that but the pros outweigh the cons of an ED if done correctly. So think of your ED as a lifelong friend. In order to have an ED successfully for a long period of time you must go about it healthily. I know this is somewhat contradictory. I’m gonna include just some general tips, advice, and food alternatives. In a separate post I’ll be listing my favorite low kcal recipes so stay tuned.

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GENERAL TIPS

•Drink water before, during, and after meals. This is absolutely crucial.

•During this period it’s important to spend extra time and effort on maintaining your vaginal health, immune system, fertility, and skincare !! Really important not to neglect these things especially vaginal care >.<

•Calories matter but make sure to eat nutritious foods. Must have a good judgment on when to splurge on kcals or when to go for an alternative. For ex: splurging on healthy foods that are a lot of kcals vs unhealthy processed foods that are low kcal.

•It’s good to strive for 1200 kcals or less. If it’s a cheat day or you’re feeling lenient then aim for around 1600 kcals. Never ever go over 2000 kcals.

•if you’re a foodie like me then you *have* to find creative and unique ways to curb your cravings. Otherwise your mental health will plummet. If you’re not satisfied then you’re either gonna keep eating or be miserable

•Remember your brain needs at least 330 kcals to function properly so if you’re feeling slow or disoriented then definitely have a snack or meal.

•Best drinks to have are water, sparkling water, tea, and coffee.

•If you eat over your calorie limit don’t fret, it’s not the end of the world. Just either work out or purge. Keep purging to a limit and don’t do it more than once a day. Ideally less purging is better so keep it for emergencies.

•Using apps such as my fitness pal are great for seeing what nutrients you’re deficient in or going overboard in. However I’ve found I lose more weight when I’m not using the app because I’m thinking about food less. However everybody is different and I would recommend at least checking out the application if you haven’t already.

•Vitamins are your bestie too!! I take a couple supplements to make sure I’m getting the vitamins I need for longevity.

•Cut down on silly calories like sauces and drinks by using alternatives. Also you can pretty much find a low kcal version of anything these days if you look hard enough.

•If you love flavor then these simple things will help like ~ seasoning, low kcal hot sauce such as Tabasco or sriracha, soy sauce, etc.

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CRAVING ALTERNATIVES

•Juice or sugary drinks ~ low sugar Gatorade, fruit flavored teas iced with extra tea bags to give it extra flavor

•Soda ~ flavored sparkling water with powder or liquid drink mix such as crystal light strawberry lemonade drink mix

•Starbucks ~ just making my own mixed coffee drinks and sweet tea drinks saves so many calories

•Dessert ~ Gerber biscuits arrowroot (taste like shortbread), Gerber lil biscuits, cottage cheese, chocolate covered fruit or nuts

•Chips ~ Gerber’s Lil Crunchies Mild Chedder (basically cheese/ cheeto puffs), quest chips, or half a serving size of normal chips

•Ice cream ~ strawberry halo top

•Chocolate ~ alter eco or dark chocolate coconut fudge

•Mayo ~ miracle whip or vegan mayo

•Rice ~ cauliflower or broccoli rice

•Pasta ~ Chickpea pasta

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Genshin Men With a Sweetheart Who is Stress-Eating

This one is kind of an intense topic, but I thought it would be a good comfort read for someone weathering this problem. You're not alone, you are completely normal, AND BEAUTIFUL! Our genshin boys are here to reassure you of that and give you all the love and support you deserve ♡

Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Childe x gn!reader II comfort, romance

Content Warnings: Depictions of fear/anxiety/stress, descriptions of stress eating.

I am not a medical professional. Stress eating is not an eating disorder within itself, but can be a component of an eating disorder. It is not a healthy coping mechanism and can make stress worse as it generates feelings of guilt and shame. In this piece, I'm trying to remove the guilt and shame from the habit and bring comfort, not give official medical advice on ways to treat it. The alternatives I use are only tips I've researched in overcoming the compulsion. If you experience this habit, please tell a medical professional so that you can be given proper guidance on how to manage it!

♡sending love♡

Diluc would be concered at first. The first time he witnessed your habit, you were sitting at the bar during one of his busier shifts. You were agressively tapping your foot and your face was marred with a worried expression while bringing the cashews from the free bowl on the counter to your mouth in rapid succession. Something was clearly bothering you, but he was hesitant to pull the bowl away or interfere with your soothing by inserting himself. He wanted to let you know that he was there for you, that you could talk to him, that he would comfort you if you let him---but he wasn't sure it would help. So he discreetly watched you for the rest of the night (as he normally did, never able to take his eyes off of his beautiful partner), setting a bowl of clementines and a glass of water in front of you as well, touching the small of your back comfortingly as he did. You took your time peeling the clementines and finishing your glass of water, feeling better after slowing your actions down. He still gets worried about you when he sees you engaging in your habit, only because he wants to fix what is bothering you, though he knows it's not always within his power to do so. You were the most precious thing in his life—he would fight the entire world if it meant bringing you an ounce of solace. He knows the action soothes you, so he makes sure to put food that will support your body and make you feel good in front of you---a bowl of cherries or strawberries or grapes, pressing a sweet kiss to your head, your cheek, your mouth as he does. If you wanted a comfort food, that was an entirely different story--it would be in your hands immediately, but if just engaging in the action was soothing, the only way he knew to help would be to make sure you wouldn't get a stomachache and that your body felt its best.

Kaeya, like Diluc, would also be concerned. He would interfere, but not for any reason other than wanting to make sure you were ok. After he came home to you staring off into the distance with fear in your eyes as you shoved a spoon into a tray of apple pie over and over, he put his hand over yours, halting your action for a moment, asking, "is something the matter, love?". He wouldn't let you feel embarrassed ashamed for even a moment. He just wanted to understand what was compelling you to self-soothe this way. He would let you vent to him about whatever it was that was causing you such immense stress. If he could fix it, he would have you two come up with a plan of action to right it together. If you couldn't solve it that night, or it wasn't in his power to help you solve it, he would snuggle up next to you on the couch and ask for a spoonful himself. The compulsion just became dessert as you two shared it until you'd had enough. You enjoyed the treat together, because he would never let you sit with your troubles alone.

Itto would take a while to notice. He just thought you liked food as much as he did. He wasn't the most observant guy, so he wouldn't immediately clock the stress weighing on your features. He'd see you tucking into a big bowl of ramen noodles and he, the perpetually hungry oni he is, would only think to ask for a bite. Then another. Then another. Until you were both fighting to slurp down the soup. If he saw you compulsively eating, he'd just assume you were hungry and take you to get something better to eat or make you something better to eat himself. Have you ever tried this guy's yakisoba? Of course you have. It's delicious. After he caught on, he didn't stop his process of making/getting you food that would actually comfort and fill you instead of letting you eat whatever was in front of you. He discovered that, even though he didn't know it at the time, he was supporting you by having you in the kitchen with him or sitting beside him at a ramen stand whenever you were in these episodes of pain. That just being near you and diverting your attention to food you actually wanted was the best way he could support you. After you decided you were done with the Yakisoba, he'd hug you around the waist with one hand and pick your plate up with the other, kissing the top of your head and saying, "My pretty sweetheart with an oni's appetite. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect partner!".

Childe knew what stress-eating was before you showed signs of it...because he stress eats too. He noticed it in himself after he had joined the Fatui; the anxiety of his family's well being hanging in the balance, the grueling hours he had to put in, the insecurity and misdirected anger, all showed up in the need to consume. His heart ached when he noticed you doing it--he empathized with the pain in your chest and disruption in your stomach. He wasn't going to make you do anything you didn't want to do, but he would offer to take you on a run or ask you to spar with him when he noticed you engaging in the habit. What worked for him was to get his blood pumping and stimulate himself in a different activity, instead of sitting with the stress he needed to compulsively soothe. After he wore you out, he would give you a space to talk about whatever was going on that was causing you to engage while he held you close. He would assure you that you are loved, that many people, even him, developed this habit, you aren't alone in your plight, and that you had absolutely nothing you needed to be ashamed about. This was a normal compulsion you experienced in response to a situation where you were suffering. All he cared about was making sure the scource of the stress was disposed of, so you wouldn't be in pain any longer.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Forgive yourself for the rough relationship you have had with your body over the years. The relationship we had with our bodies growing up is the prime reason it takes a lot for us to learn to trust ourselves again. There is so much unlearning we have to be willing to do. When I was younger, I loved to read and prided myself off being a good thinker. If I could have bypassed my body into enlightenment in high school, I would have done it because the last thing I cared about doing was feeling--deeply feeling and hated being called a “cry baby” when I was much younger. I had a sharp analytical mind and was on the math and debate teams in middle and high school and graduated with 3 Bachelor degrees-accounting, biology, and chemistry. I couldn't decide what subject I liked the most and decided to major in them all over a 6 year period. I am grateful that I came across this path of love and way of beauty and opening/expansion in my late 20s because it is truly the purest form of energy. I am thankful that I could reclaim the lost parts of me that brought me back to my soul, alongside strength and flexibility, and is aging me well. It's often the very subtle violence and abuse we normalize with our female bodies, like living mostly in our heads, that creates the most harm overtime. Doctors won't tell us that because they honestly do not know the deeper mysteries or practicalities of being female. We know the obvious ways we harm ourselves (our cells), like when being intimate with the wrong people or drinking too much, but we often miss the more subtle, culturally-acceptable ways encouraged by society and how we learn to socialize together. Sugar used to be my baby, my drug of choice. I used to keep cookies and candy near my bed at night and snack while watching television. I would sweetened everything-toast, cereals, teas, and enjoyed plenty of cakes, pies, and other sugary items. I loved pretty, well-made, high-quality, sugary pasteries from the fancy artisanal bakery as well. But after some years, too much sugar ages you faster than what is necessary. Because sugar, refined sugar, even too much sugar alternatives like agave or coconut sugar, processes as a stimulant or drug to the body. Even white carbohydrate foods like potatoes, rice, white bread, etc. turn into sugar once digested. And most people eat a load of carbs and dessert afterwards on a regular basis, which increases their chance of chronic pain, especially as they get older. Too many carbs or sugar actually represses your body and decreases your female libido. There are a few exceptions to people who can eat more carbs, such as long-distance runners, high-intensity athletes or very thin people with high metabolic rates, and the like. Think about how your body feels after you have had incredible sex with a lover. Mm. The very act of healthy lovemaking is deeply warming, grounding, and relaxing. It is extremely embodying to center this feeling and impulse, this grounded rooted core, in your life, even when you are not making love. If you practice this, it will positively impact every area of your life. Reclaim the beauty of your body just for your own love and care, and not simply for the public gaze and consumption. Breathe life back into your body by limiting or greatly reducing your sugar consumption and get into autophagy, which cleanses your cells and tissues and radiates your light. Move your energy out of your head a little more often and discover ways to stay in your body from the neck down. And witness the differences in how you feel and emanate overtime. You will find yourself becoming a new you! Ask me how I know. --India Ame'ye, The Melody Of Love

[khepiari]

Buddy Daddies plot: But Zoro and Luffy are well Zoro and Luffy! So they need to make it Three Men And A Baby Plot and rope in Sanji

Okay here me out, Buddy Daddies plot! But these two are incompetent as hell; both can’t cook, they are trained assassins who think poison is tingly dessert, they have no concept of home or how to keep children alive other than protecting them from running into danger or stopping danger!

So they need to seduce Sanji into, the local heartthrob by making him step up as the third Daddy!

And hence the idiots start visiting this bakery/cafe run by this beautiful golden man who is kind to women and children! Is patient and knows how to be gentle!

But Zoro and Luffy visit separately. Like they stop by to buy coffee first, then bread, and so on! Once they are assured Sanji is right person they are excited!

Then they start taking Tama to Sanji’s, every week; again without telling the other, in hopes of warming Sanji to the idea of becoming a dad to Tama! They start up conversation with Sanji, flirt and things, Sanji never shoots them down because he is flirt himself. Little harmless flirting hurt no one!

But Tama doesn’t tell Lu or Zo that she is visiting the bakery/cafe twice because who will give up on her chance at tasty cafe food?

She plays along, and Sanji has concluded that the Lu and Zo are a couple with equally shared responsibilities, and they bring her alternatively to spend one on one time with their daughter! This further gets certified when he spots the three around the grocery store he buys his supply from! He finds the three them lost in debate and decides not to talk to them!

Few weeks later the idiots know it they need Sanji to raise Tama healthy and happy! So again individually they ask Sanji to become the dad that stepped up!

And chaos ensues because Sanji thinks he has unintentionally broken apart a happy family by seducing both the men!