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Apple Pie Dip This apple pie dip is made with reduced-fat cream cheese, brown sugar, apple pie spice, apple chunks, and pecans.
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Apple Pie Dip Reduced-fat cream cheese, sweetened with brown sugar and spiked with apple pie spice, apple pieces, and pecans make up this apple pie dip. 2 tablespoons brown sugar, 1 red apple chopped, 1/4 cup chopped pecans, 1/2 teaspoon apple pie spice, 1 package reduced-fat cream cheese softened, 1 tablespoon apple juice
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H.K. & H.K. 🥹💖✨ khr x sanrio collab will always live rent-free inside my brain
#khr#katekyo hitman reborn#hibari kyoya#my last drawing for a while; i'll be dipping now bc of exams#logically speaking i definitely shouldnt have even done this art bc im struggling already#but im suffering from hibari withdrawal and my hand itches to draw him!!!#this will feed me for the next 2 weeks#anyway#this collab feeds at least three agendas in my brain#1) hibari is a cat type of person#2) hibari with cat ears agenda#3) canon/oc agenda bc of the apple pin on the necktie#(i know it's bc hello kitty's height and weight are in apple measurements + her fave is her mom's apple pie----)#(but listen...kana's main emoji symbol is an apple bc of her name hahaha + apple of knowledge symbolism bc of her lore where ----#*stops self b4 i write an eight paragraph (minimum) essay*#einart#this won't be the last time i'll draw this hibari ehehehe...#einhighlights
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"Anderson was curled up on a velvet couch, wearing black sweatpants and a black sweater and drinking from a tall glass filled with her own concoction: alcohol-free beer mixed with stevia-sweetened lemonade. (She poured me some, too, but after one sip I left it untouched; she later told me that, after I was gone, she downed my glass as well.)"
-Gillian Anderson's Sex Education by Rebecca Mead for The New Yorker [x]
#this made me think of that time she brought tofu pie onto the rosie o'donnell show#and tried extremely unsuccessfully to convince rosie that it was good#(i also just tried to re-find that interview and in doing so found another time she brought apples#to dip into packets of sugar free swiss miss as a snack)#she's such a fuckin' weirdo (affectionate)#gillian anderson#the new yorker#<3
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thanksgiving ingredients have been acquired
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https://www.thekitchn.com/peanut-butter-chocolate-mousse-recipe-23680220
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🔞MDNI - LADS Rafayel speaking Lemurian during the act. HC
I feel like when Rafayel is in bed with you, being all vocal and whimpery, that he default to Lemurian when he's lost in the passion. He doesn't even think about it, it just happens.
You have no idea what he's even saying, but it sounds so desperate and hot. He repeats a single word sometimes, and you figured out it's meaning after a few nights together. He was saying "Please" when he was getting close.
What is he whispering into your ear when his cock his deep as fuck inside you? Who knows, but it sounds so good that you don't even stop him to ask. It could be a recipe for apple pie for all you knew. It definitely wasn't though, from the way it was working him up. He was definitely dirty talking you in Lemurian.
His warm voice in your ear speaking Lemurian on those hot steamy nights has you getting off faster than ever before. The sensual way his lips moves when speaking, his sultry accent in the language, the new sounds you hear that aren't in English just rolling off his tongue. It's incredible.
Outside the bedroom you ask him about it and he gets all blushy and apologetic. "Sorry, cutie. It's like all my brain power is focused on what were doing, I don't even think about it."
He's teasing. He knows how much you like it. He plays it up sometimes, watching the way your eyes dip to his lips when he speaks. It definitely goes to his head, but it's a win win for you both.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel x you#rafayel x mc#rafayel x reader#rafayel smut
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Lucky King? | L.M.
summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader
includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)
a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.
Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.
An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.
He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.
“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.
“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“
“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.
Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”
You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”
“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.
“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.
“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”
Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“
“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”
“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.
You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”
“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”
“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”
He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”
“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”
“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”
“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”
Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”
You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.
The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.
“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.
You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”
“Mom—“
You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.
“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”
You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.
“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“
“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.
He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”
“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“
“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”
You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.
The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.
Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.
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Batfam's favorite weird food combinations
Dick: *pours orange juice in cereal*
Bette: *cooks oatmeal with egg whites*
Cass: *puts whipped cream in soda*
Jason: *melts chocolate onto bacon*
Steph: *dusts fries with powdered sugar*
Cullen: *eats pickles with peanut butter*
Harper: *spreads the same peanut butter on a burger*
Helena: *wraps melon slices in prosciutto*
Tim: *slathers pizza in ranch*
Luke: *makes tuna salad with fruits*
Damian: *drizzles olive oil on ice cream*
Carrie: *adds chips to a PB&J*
Kate: *sprinkles sugar on tomatoes*
Duke: *buys chili with a cinnamon roll*
Barbara: *dips strawberries in balsamic vinegar*
Selina: *stirs butter into her coffee*
Bruce: *grates cheese on top of apple pie*
Alfred, offended: Who raised you all?
Alfred: *opens a can of beans with his toast*
#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#cullen row#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#harper row#carrie kelley#kate kane#helena bertinelli#luke fox#bette kane#alfred pennyworth#selina kyle#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batgirls#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#incorrect batfamily quotes#incorrect quotes#incorrect dc quotes#dc comics
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Saw the kissing list prompt and after reading 28 I immediately thought of Harvey x reader idk maybe it’s just me lol
Prompt: One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.
Warnings: Established relationship, smooches
"Sorry about that."
"It's alright."
"It won't happen again, I promise."
"It will, but that's okay," You teased. Harvey smiled grudgingly, giving a small nod as he sat back down in his chair, eyeing the retreating waiter's back.
"Everything okay?" You added.
"Fine. Mike ran into a complication, but it should be alright now. What'd you wind up getting?"
"Apple pie."
"Classic."
"What kind of complication?"
A grimace flitted across Harvey's lips as he folded his hands on the table. You rolled your eyes.
"I don't need all the gory details. Just a little hint?"
"Two words: Exculpatory evidence."
"Oh," Your eyes widened. "Yikes."
"Big yikes."
"If you need to go—"
"Mike has it handled."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Harvey reached across the table, taking hold of your hand. "Wild horses couldn't drag me away right now."
"Well, touching Rolling Stones reference aside, if something happens and that changes, I get it."
"You think I'm going to let anything interrupt our anniversary dinner?"
You tipped your brows up slightly, and Harvey tacked on, "...Again?"
You chuckled, leaning back as the waiter returned with your slice of pie.
"Thanks," You smiled, taking up one of the forks and tucking in as Harvey did the same. He got two bites in before his eyes slipped shut, a groan humming past his lips.
"Is that the pie, or is your phone buzzing?"
"Both," He grumbled, fishing into his pocket with a frown. "I'm sorry."
"S'okay." You dug your fork into the slice, doing your best to focus on it instead of the hushed, irritated conversation happening on the other side of the table. You heard a heavy sigh, and you knew what was coming next.
"Go on," You urged.
"Baby—"
"I know," You nodded, forcing a small smile as you met his eye again. "It's okay."
Harvey sighed, lips pressed into a thin line. "I'll be home late."
"Okay."
"I'll make it up to you."
You smiled a little, leaning up for a gentle kiss as he stood. You eyed the table as his footsteps retreated, tugging the piece of pie closer to yourself and poking at it with your fork. You could at least hold your annoyance until he was definitely out of the restaurant, right? Besides, you still had pie. You took a larger scoop of pie with a dollop of whipped cream on top and shoveling it in with a soft sigh. So much for a calm evening.
You heard approaching footsteps again, but assumed that it was the waiter, so you sat up just a little.
"I paid the check," Harvey's voice made you look up in surprise, "So don't worry about that."
"Oh. I could've—"
"I know you could've, but I wasn't going to let you."
Harvey's eyes wandered your face for a moment, and you frowned as his lips tipped up with a small, amused smile.
"What is it?" You asked.
"You've got a little..." Harvey trailed off, bracing on hand on the back of your chair as he raised the other to trace your lower lip gently. Your eyelashes fluttered as the tip of his thumb dipped into your mouth, and your tongue gently lapped at the smear of whipped cream. His eyes lowered to the swell of your lips, fingers curling around your jaw as he tipped your chin up for another kiss. You parted your lips, letting your eyes slide shut as his mouth worked tenderly against yours. You raised your hand to curl in his hair, smiling against his lips as he groaned softly again, then broke your kiss.
"Was that the taste of the whipped cream, or is your phone buzzing again?" You teased.
"You, baby," He murmured. "That was all you."
#Harvey Specter x Reader#Harvey Specter x You#Harvey Specter/Reader#Harvey Specter/You#Harvey Specter fic#Harvey Specter imagine#asks#replies#anon#Kiss prompts
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✿ 𝒈𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆
✿eddie x female reader
✿triggers: 18+ smut, oral, female receiving, allusions of sex, mentions of not using a condom, a little hint of ass eating
✿summary: literally no plot, sorry.
✿800 words
Bumblebees.
The watercolor print made a delicate pattern of the little creature along the eggshell cotton of your sundress.
The dress which was once pretty and brand new was now hiked up to your ribs, the delicate fabric wet, crushed between your front teeth.
His mouth was stained with your cum the same way your dress had been painted in the tacky milk of his. Eddie muttered nonsense into your puffy lips, lapping his tongue like a hurricane against you. His rings bit into your hips as he held you in place.
“You taste like honey, princess.”
He groaned into the apex of your thighs, running his nose along your sex, devouring your scent, every inch of the dripping wetness from you.
Butterfly shy moans spilled over your lips as you came again, and again. The rumors of Eddie “Twister Tongue” Munson were true, but you never expected it to be that true, but time and time and time again, it somehow was better than the last time.
He was a legend, a God amongst men. His venom tongue piercings buzzed in harmony against his tongue, pooling spit and sliding against your clit with each flick he teased.
You cried out as you came a third time, his bangs between your fingers as you pulled and yanked and ground your hips up to meet his mouth. His groans vibrated between your legs when you squeezed him in place, riding out your high.
“Shit, that’s a first for me,” he panted when you finally released him and he collapsed beside you on the laid out blanket and spilled bottles of beer.
Your eyes were still closed, reveling in the lingering tingle of goosebumped and sweat slicked skin. “Hm?”
Eddie wasn’t shy, always spoke whatever was on his mind and didn’t care if it bothered anyone.
He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag speaking before he exhaled, “I came while eating you out.”
Your eyes widen in shock, embarrassment but he leans on an elbow and looks down the slope of his nose, “it just means I liked it, and you taste really fucking good.”
Eddie flicks his tongue and you laugh, shoving his shoulder and sitting up, almost light headed from the earth shattering orgasms—plural because jesus take the fucking wheel his tongue was better than heaven itself.
You tried to stand but Eddie pulled you back into him by your waist, “you’re gonna want to sit a while, get some strength back in those legs,” he said, squeezing the pad of fat on your inner thighs as he adjusted his legs around you.
He pulled another drag through his lips and blew the smoke past your shoulder, dimples dipped into his cheeks, and you relaxed against his chest.
“Was this the good seat you were talking about?”
Eddie blanched, remembering that the seat he was talking about was his face. “Nah, this one is better.”
The sun dipped on the horizon, casting the Indiana sky into blushing shades of peaches and cream. He had another cigarette as you relaxed into him fully, running your fingers against the veins protruding from his skin, tracing the lines of his tattoos.
You felt good against him, you always did. Smelling like apples and cinnamon, the sweetness of pie still on his lips. The moon cast her pretty face into the sky before he decided that it was time to get you home before your roommate wondered if the freak had kidnapped you, again.
“One of these days,” Eddie said, moving your dress strap back into place on your shoulder, “we should go on a real date.”
You look at him incredulously, “a date? Isn’t that against one of your rules? No dates, no calling, no condoms?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged looking at you with those baby doll eyes, “but, there’s something you haven’t let me taste yet…and I wanna know if it’s as sweet as that pussy is.”
#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson blurb#eddie blurb#eddie drabble#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie fucks
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Im so sorry I didn’t see this till after request were closed but so idk if you gon see this but, f!reader had her nipples pierced? I’m sorry but I feel like price would be obsessed with readers piercings like if she had a tongue piercing too? Manz would go crazy. Smut? Dw if not <33
✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 ✦
– KINKTOBER DAY 6: NIPPLE PIERCINGS
cds!john price x recruit!reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words
summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival.
cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple play, p in v sex, cream pie.
⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 7: INCUBUS ⇾
It wasn’t as though there hadn’t been sufficient warning, but three years of service in the British army was nowhere near enough to prepare your body for the brutal battering that SAS selection subjected it to. Your blisters had blisters, and your body pulsed with a bone-deep ache every time you managed to crawl into bed upon dismissal.
You had been sufficiently warned… About everything except this.
Freezing cold water drips from your nose as you hoist yourself out of the pool at the base of the waterfall. Cold-Water-Shock training was a standard part of SAS selection– the ability to control your own discomfort and maintain a level head whilst also teaching the fundamentals of surviving sub-zero. January weather meant temperature levels were unsurvivable past a handful of seconds, and you could feel why.
The process was simple. Fully submerge yourself into the icy depths before raising to the surface and keeping your chin above water. Next step; breathe. Regain composure and steady your breathing to fight the effects of cold-shock. Recruitment Staff would then ask you a handful of simple questions to assess competency before heaving you out of the water.
You’d passed, you felt, with flying colours. The savagery of the otherworldly Brecon Beacons had failed to shake your resolve, answering the questions with ease. Even now, drenched to the bone and involuntarily trembling, you maintained a strong eye contact with Chief Directional Instructor Price as he eyed you with a stern expression.
It’s momentary— barely there. You’d have missed it had you blinked. Price’s thick eyelashes, made damp by the sleet that had been battering the group all morning, dipped below your face. Sapphire blue irises glint in the low light when they zero in on their target. You hadn’t worn a bra this morning given you’d been forced out of bed at the arse-crack of dawn and expected to be in the van within five minutes… They’d left you little to no choice.
Regardless of this reasonable explanation, you suddenly begin to regret your decision to forgo the cover, Staff Price gazing at the way your grey t-shirt clings to your pebbled nipples and the exposed shape of the piercing balls either side of each mound.
“That’ll be all, 16,” he says, that raspy grit to his voice warming you from the inside-out. That fever encroaches on the apples of your cheeks when you realise he’s yet to pull his eyes away.
“… Yes Staff.”
✦✦✦
“You did that on purpose.”
John’s voice, husky and full, was surprisingly even considering how tight your pussy walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock. You wail quietly at the soft breath that dances across your assaulted skin, nipples so incredibly sensitive. Sucked and nibbled and licked, the tender skin screams when Price drags the flat of his tongue over your pierced nipple with a delighted hum.
“N-No—“ you choke out, the overstimulation of your nipples sending another shockwave of bliss down your spine. You know you’re squeezing him, because John ruts up into your fluttering pussy with a far less composed groan. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to!”
“You’re not foolin’ anyone, Love,” John murmurs, gently taking your pebbled nipple between his teeth and rolling it.
You see stars— swirls of technicolour dancing behind your eyelids with how tightly you squeeze them shut against the cataclysmic pleasure that seeps between your thighs. When John jerks his hips up again, you can hear how wet you are. It’s sloppy, disgustingly soaked, and Price loves it.
“Fuckin’— Hah-“ John moans against the supple flesh of your breast, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on the hypersensitised skin. This time, when you arch your back from the bed with a wail of his name, he begins a slow and leisurely pace with his hips.
Burying your fingers into the short-crop of his hair, you brace against the ticking bomb of your orgasm as it approaches. Each long stroke of John’s hips makes another disgustingly wet sound, your cunt greedily sucking him in and creaming around his throbbing dick as he flicks his tongue back and forth across your abused nipple. His other palm, battle calloused and rough, squeezed the other breast, thumb equally torturing your second nipple.
It comes in waves; cresting, crashing tsunamis rather than soft laps of the ocean on a beach. A prickling heat that singes away the Beacon’s icy cold from your toes and creeps up the inside of your thighs. Your heart slams against John’s lips, your hands pushing into the back of his head to keep him there while you chase what could only be described as liquidation.
“Ohmygod—“ you slur, and it’s as though the edges of your vision blacken. In truth, you’re not sure what you call him as you come apart on his cock, sobbing out a hapless string of garbled noises that don’t sound anything like his name. Toes curling either side of his hips, you fail to brace against the overstimulation that rips violently through you.
“Fucken’ ‘ell—“ he groans deeply, a guttural growl that seems to vibrate the atoms in the air around you. The deliberate, methodical thrusts of his hips suddenly pitch to a sloppy, desperate gallop. John’s hands grasp the bed sheets so tight you almost hear the threads strain against the pull.
He cums, coating the inside of your cunt with a rumble of your name that sounds so foreign to your ears with the afterglow buzzing in your eardrums. John continues to fuck you through it, taking pleasure in the way you squirm and squeal and cry until his cum seeps between your legs, coating the inside of your thighs with his seed.
Sharp, heaving breaths echo in his small quarters, and you’re almost certain that his fellow DS had definitely heard you this time. But when John places his damp forehead to yours, eyes closed as he relishes in the bliss of being so close to you for just a moment longer, you struggle to find it in yourself to worry.
“You should wear a bra,” John mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips— but missing in the haze of post-orgasm-bliss and settling for a peck on the corner of your mouth.
“Why?” You muse, still a little breathless as he works his lips down your chin and over your jaw. The gruff, burly Chief of Directing Staff was so affectionate when the door was closed. You knew that this thing you had going on was more serious than a thing when you stopped being anxious about getting caught and being kicked off the course— instead stressing about John offering his tenderness to another recruit. “If this is how you react to seeing me with a wet shirt and no bra, I’ll dunk myself in that water every damn day.”
In a moment of sobriety, John pulls back to look you in the eye. His aquamarine irises hold a heavy seriousness that makes your breath stall for a moment, afraid you’d said something out of line.
“Love, I completed that whole trainin’ session with a rock hard cock.”
A beat.
Just before peals of laughter burst from you. John rolls his eyes, turning onto his back on the mattress. Still, he’s unable to bite back the smile that pulls on his lips.
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hi mae!! congrats on 7k you're amazing! the new pfp is also very pretty. so, can I please get ⁴⁾ red-painted nails with james? thank you very much!
Thanks lovely!
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 450 words
You’ve observed that while your boyfriend has many talents, James is not good at slow-going, punctilious tasks. He can’t sit still.
“I can too!” he insists when you share this with him. “You can’t sit still.”
James is sitting with the wrist of your hand grasped in one of his, the other wielding the brush of your nail polish between two fingers. He’s concentrating so hard that his tongue is peeking out from the corner of his mouth, and yet thus far he’s managed to paint most of your fingertip a bright red.
“It helps if my hand is resting on something steady,” you offer.
“Are you saying I don’t have a steady grip?”
“No. Of course not.” You suppress a smile. James tries to start on your next finger, and it naturally dips under the weight of the brush.
“Angel, could you stay still?”
“I’m trying!” you laugh. He tries to give you a vexed look, co-opted from his moodier friends (James is not truly prone to vexation), but his lips betray him by twitching.
“You’re intentionally sabotaging me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“So that when you show up to the match tomorrow, you’ll have one nice hand and one shit hand, and everyone will know who did which.”
You roll your eyes, grinning. You painted the nails on your left hand to show James how it’s done. Admittedly, it does look far neater than the mayhem he’s inflicting upon your right.
“It’s normal for one hand to look better than the other,” you tell him. “Anyway, it still counts as Gryffindor spirit whether it’s messy or not, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” James mumbles. “You’ll wave at me with this hand, right?”
“If you want me to.”
“Good.” He kisses the tip of one of your fingers that’s dried. You wince. You feel like that much polish could be poisonous. “You know, I actually don’t care if people know I did this one. It shows that you trusted me enough to do it, yeah?”
“Wrongly, it seems.”
“So sweet.” James pretends as though he hasn’t heard you, pecking you on the lips. “Honestly, if I get it all over your whole hand, that’ll probably be even better luck for the team. More red to cheer us on.”
You eye his hand holding the brush. “You won’t, though, right? Like, that’s not the goal.”
“I’ll try not to. But you won’t wipe it off, will you, sweetheart? You’ll leave it the way it is?”
“I…sometimes when I wash my hands, bits come off…”
“Then just don’t wash your hands.” At your incredulous look, James clarifies, “Only until after the match. Please?”
You sigh. “All right.”
He kisses you again. “Attagirl.”
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Writing Notes: Herbs, Spices & Seasoning
Herbs and spices can add flavor and variety to your food.
Use a little at first, then add more when you are sure you like the flavor.
To substitute dry herbs for fresh, use ¼ teaspoon powder or 1 teaspoon crushed for 1 tablespoon fresh chopped herbs. Some herbs and spices are expensive.
You might want to buy only a few of the less expensive herbs and spices you will use.
Herbs and spices lose flavor and can spoil or get buggy if kept in the cupboard longer than a year.
If you use herbs and spices slowly, buy small containers, or store them in the freezer.
Uses of Herbs, Spices & Seasonings
Allspice - A mixture of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. Use in fruit desserts, pumpkin pie, apple cider, cakes, cookies, chicken, beef and fish dishes.
Basil - Tomato and egg dishes, stews, soups and salads
Bay leaves - Tomato dishes, fish and meat dishes
Celery seed - Juices, soups, salads, vegetables, pot roasts, poultry, rolls and biscuits
Chili powder - Chili, bean and rice dishes
Chives - Potato dishes, soups, dips and sauces
Cilantro - Latin American, Indian and Chinese dishes, salsa, stir fries, (Coriander leaves) legume or rice salads, hot cooked rice, grilled chicken or fish, or a dish of ripe tomatoes. Use fresh if possible.
Cinnamon - French toast, fruit and fruit salads, sweet potatoes, pumpkin and squash, puddings and apple desserts, ham or pork chops
Cloves - Whole cloves on ham or pork roast; ground cloves to season pear or apple desserts, beets, beans, tomatoes, squash and sweet potatoes
Coriander seed - Middle Eastern dishes, spice cakes and cookies, soups, roast pork and salad dressing
Cumin - Mexican, Middle Eastern and Indian dishes; beef and lamb, dry bean dishes, marinades, chili and tomato sauces; ingredient in curry powder
Dillweed - Tuna or salmon salad, potato salad, pickles, dips and sauces
Garlic - Mexican, Italian and Oriental dishes and in salad dressings; can be used fresh or dried, minced or powder
Ginger (fresh) - Oriental dishes, marinades for chicken or fish, fruit salad, dressings
Ginger (ground) - Gingerbread, spice cake, pumpkin pie, poultry or meat, soups, stews, stuffing, squash, sweet potatoes
Ground peppers: black, Cayenne & white pepper - Meats, casseroles, vegetables and soups
Italian seasoning - A mixture of marjoram, oregano, basil and rosemary; use in Italian dishes such as spaghetti
Marjoram - Egg and cheese dishes, meats, fish, poultry and vegetables
Mint - Fruit salads and fruit soups, melon, berries, cold fruit beverages, cooked carrots or peas, chilled yogurt soup, lamb, tabbouleh
Mustard - Sauces for meat and fish, in marinades, salad dressings, chutneys, pickles and relishes
Nutmeg - Cooked fruits, pies and desserts, baked items, spinach, sweet potatoes, eggnog and French toast
Onion - Any dish where onion flavor is desired; can be used fresh or dried (minced or powder)
Oregano - Italian dishes, chili, omelets, beef stew, meat loaf, pork and vegetables such as broccoli or tomatoes
Parsley - Meat, soup or vegetable dishes; adds color
Paprika - Stew, chicken, fish, potatoes, rice and hard-cooked eggs
Rosemary - Egg dishes, meats, fish, soups and stews, and vegetables
Thyme - Fish, poultry or meats, in soups or stews, vegetable salads
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SOUTHERN COMFORT
a/n: this is the third part of the main series of save a horse but it’ll become a perpetual series i think with some one shots & hcs coming out yayy
part 1 | part 2
pairing: cowgirl!madison beer x f!reader
warnings: smuuuut!! but mostly fluff actually. fingering, strap on usage, masturbation, vibrator usage, pet names.
summary: you never want your time with her to end.
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
you stood outside the door to madison’s house.
it had been a while since you two started a full fledged romance. after the incident in the barn, she took you out on a proper date, excusing it to her being a gentlewoman.
sure, you didn’t mind your quick steamy encounters but it was also nice to know the girl on a deeper level.
“i want this to be more than just hooking up in the barn.” she said, holding your hand at the edge of the cliff. you were getting better with sitting closer to the edge.
“i feel the same way.” you turned to her, placing a kiss on her cheek. “you’re the best thing about this place…” you said, her lip curled into a smile in response.
that night, she took you for a picnic under the stars in the forest. she made some treats for the two of you. one of which included strawberries to dip in chocolate, which she fed you herself.
you laughed all night, you found solace in her. you never thought you would find yourself this happy outside of home. but then you realised you had found a new home in madison.
and that was how you found yourself here, on madison’s front porch. in your pretty little dress that you bought just for tonight. you bought it in madison’s favorite color, hoping to impress her just as much as you wanted to impress her—
“mom!” she yelled out, rushing to get the door before her mother did but she failed nonetheless.
“hello sweetheart! you look so lovely!” her mom greeted you with a smile that matched her daughter’s.
“i brought pie.” you said, sheepishly smiling and holding up an apple pie you made. baking was your specialty, you did it all the time at home.
madison’s head peeked out from the doorway. oh god, that smile… you loved it so much. you couldn’t help but beam the second she tipped her hat at you. her eyes glazed over what you were wearing and she found herself nearly shoving her mom over just to touch you. she enveloped you in a hug, going as far as picking you up slightly.
“baby! the pie!” you squealed out, letting yourself get set down as madison took it from your hands. “i worked so hard on it.”
madison didn’t hesitated to stick her finger into the filling part of it, licking it clean. “it’s delicious! took no damage.” you smacked her arm and both of you laughed, much to her mom’s amusement.
madison & her mom led you into the house where you noticed for a country house, it was surprisingly modern. they had a marble kitchen and modern appliances.
“we renovated last year. our house was hit by the impact of a tornado so mom decided she wanted to modernize a little bit. she wanted to make it just a bit more stable for all of us in case it happened again.” madison noticed your open-mouthed staring.
“it’s beautiful. she did a really good job.” you nodded. madison set the pie down on the kitchen counter behind you.
“i’m glad you came tonight.” she said, her arms wrapping around you from behind. you placed your hands on hers.
“i wouldn’t miss it for the world.” you turned around to face her, looking up at her and placing your hands on her cheeks. “my gorgeous girl, this is like a dream come true.” you said, she leaned down to kiss you, pulling you closer towards her chest.
“it is for me too.” she smirked. “and you in that dress, baby… oh… the things you do to me.” she said, spinning you around. “you look beautiful.”
“i try, i try.” you teased.
“dinner’s ready!” you heard her mom call out.
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
you sat next to madison at the table, introducing yourself to her dad & brother as you sat down. you saw her scoot her chair slightly closer to you, rolling your eyes at her as she just shrugged you off. she just wanted to be closer to you.
you observed her dad, it seemed like all three of them fell under his authority pretty quickly. then again, you knew he was a veteran, with that background comes a presence that was unmissable— you understand where madison would have gotten it from. not that he seemed unkind or closed off, but he definitely seemed to be the type of person that would say no phones at the dining table.
her mom seemed to be an absolute sweetheart, serving everyone but herself. madison actually served you, taking the bowl of food from her mother. you tried to protest but she argued that you were their guest, you didn’t have to do anything.
her younger brother seemed almost like a carbon copy of madison. they were both playful, shoving each other from across the table and flinging bits of food at each other.
“what are your plans for the rest of the year?” madison’s mother said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
you hadn’t been asked that question before. your supposed six-month trial run hadn’t come to a close yet so you hadn’t gotten the chance to think about it. madison noticed a shift in your body language, placing a comforting hand on your thigh.
“i actually have no idea.” there was something about her mother’s demeanour that made you think honesty was the best way to go about answering her. “i was only supposed to be here for six months but i honestly don’t know what will happen after.” you confessed. “as much as i miss the city, i like being here. it’s been nice reconnecting with my childhood and my grandparents.” you smiled a little at the thought. “and your daughter was just there to sweeten the deal.” you joked.
her mother laughed at your joke, her father even cracking a smile after being quiet for most of the dinner so far.
“oh you’re too funny, sweetie.” her mom chuckled. she sounded just like madison when she chuckled. “well, whatever you decide, i’m sure madison would follow you to the ends of the earth.” she teased her daughter. “she always brings you up when she can. we were talking about limes and she managed to include you into the conversation.”
you looked over at a red-faced madison, a smirk creeping up onto your face. “is that so?” you nudged her a little bit. “didn’t think you liked me that much, cowgirl.”
“i don’t.” she huffed, clearly lying but embarrassed cause of all the teasing.
“you never shut up about her.” her younger brother chimed in, flicking a grain of rice towards madison. madison stood up quickly in a fit of playful rage, her younger brother immediately leaped out of his seat and ran away towards the living room.
“oi! you have to excuse yourselves to do that!” her father yelled out but there was no use, they were already too far.
a part of you hated madison for leaving you with her parents but you also felt comforted but their presence.
“you’re good for her.” her father spoke, that was the first time he addressed you.
“i try to be, sir.” you nodded. “but i think she’s more good for me. i wasn’t like this when i first came here.”
“she mentioned it. but i wouldn’t have noticed that you were any different.” he said, it was one of the kindest things you’ve ever heard. you were glad that someone noticed your change after you tried your hardest to make a difference.
“thank you, sir. that’s very kind.” you smiled warmly. her mother nodded in agreement with him.
madison & her brother suddenly ran back into the kitchen, sitting back down at their places.
“you done being at each other’s throats?” her father said, finishing his meal. they both nodded at their dad. you noticed madison’s flannel was misbuttoned and another button was missing. her hat was crooked on her head and she looked disheveled.
“you lost that fight, didn’t you?” you teased her.
“no way!” she defended herself while her brother cut her off.
“she totally lost that fight.”
“guess you’re not as tough as you look!” you loved trying to get a reaction out of her.
“shut up.”
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
you and madison’s family sat outside around the firepit. it was only your girl that was missing.
you had a cardigan over your shoulders, pulling it shut to keep yourself from the cold.
you heard the back door swing open and turned to see madison bringing out a guitar.
since when did she know how to play a guitar?
you looked at her with curiosity. you weren’t complaining, you actually should have known she was able to play. she never failed to surprise you with something new all the time, it was something you admired about her.
she sat down next to you, her arm touching yours as she put the guitar on her lap. the neck of it hovered over your legs but you didn’t mind, you loved being closer to her. you even scooted closer for warmth, holding onto her arm that was used to hold the fretboard.
“didn’t know you were a rockstar.” you said, leaning your head on her shoulder.
“i’m not. but my dad used to play, he taught me how.” she played a couple notes from a riff.
“you amaze me.” your eyes sparkled when you looked up at her.
“good.”
she started playing the chords to a song you found familiar. you may have heard it in passing.
“i set out on a narrow way, many years ago…”
she can fucking sing?!
your head practically shot up upon hearing her voice.
“hoping i would find true love along the broken road.”
oh my god. her voice. it was like the chorus descending from the heavens. you thought she was kidding, that she would play some silly stupid kid’s song or something.
“but i got lost a time or two. wiped my brow and kept pushing through.”
you didn’t know whether to be mad that she kept this from you— that she had a voice of an angel.
“i couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you.”
or mesmerized that the girl you met a couple months ago had a talent you didn’t expect from her. her voice was smooth like butter, she carried the tune with ease.
“that every long lost dream led me to where you are.”
and when she looked at you with those eyes. god, those eyes. you couldn’t help yourself. you were weak in the knees, you’d need help standing up later.
“others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars.”
you. you. she was singing to you. she was looking straight at you while she serenaded you.
“pointing me on my way, into your loving arms.”
and you. you loved her.
“this much i know is true…”
you. loved. her.
“that god blessed the broken road…”
you loved this girl from the country. you loved everything about her. how she cared for you, how she changed you. you loved madison.
“that led me straight to you…”
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
you wasted no time sitting madison down on her bed when you two got each other alone.
you straddled her lap, kissing her and knocking her hat off.
“god… you… when did you learn how to sing?!” you were frustrated— mentally, sexually, all of it!
“if i had known it would have affected you this much, i would’ve serenaded you ages ago.” she said, untying your dress with her apparently very skillful hands.
“shut up.” you said, practically tearing the rest of the buttons off her flannel when you tore it open. “show me what else you can do with your fingers.”
“don’t have to tell me twice.” she said, placing a hand on your back and knocking you down onto the bed.
she needed no help in taking her own clothes off. you quickly stripped yourself of your dress, throwing it onto the floor. she took her tank top off and unbuckled her jeans.
she sighed out of lust, the view in front of her was more beautiful than the seven wonders to her.
you sprawled out under her just in some lingerie you picked out to surprise her with. she was hovering over you and yet you were still talking.
“i can’t believe you’d do that to me. at your parents’ house!” you complained, she furrowed her brows at you.
“what i did?!” she exclaimed. “what about you?! you and this dress— my favorite color. you knew what you were doing!” the lingerie matched the color of your dress. “and this! you knew you’d get me in bed!” she accused.
“i didn’t expect you to play guitar and sing to me!” you tried to fight until she shut you up with a kiss, you forgot everything you wanted to say. “god… i want you.”
she wanted to punish you for what you did— you purposefully provoked her. but then she looked into your eyes, she saw something else other than the intention of getting her into bed. she saw something unfamiliar, and she saw how much you craved her.
to you, you know exactly what your eyes were saying. love. love her. you love her.
she smashed your lips together in a sloppy kiss, she put most of her weight on top of you but still held herself up a little bit. her right hand found your cunt, she was impatient, she just pushed your panties over to the side and started circling your clit with her fingers.
“oh baby, you really did want me, huh?” she asked, kissing your neck. you nodded through a soft moan as your legs opened wider for her.
“shhh, baby. my family’s next door.” she whispered to you, pecking your lips. “you’ll have to be quiet.”
you wanted to complain, you wanted the entire world to know how madison made you feel. although it became hard to fight back when you felt her slip a finger into you.
“god, you don’t even need foreplay. you’re just ready for me.” she said, sucking the skin of your neck. she’d leave a mark for sure. you whimpered, rutting your hips against her pumping finger. “so very very needy. my needy girl. so good for me.”
your hands tangled themselves in madison’s hair, your face was angled away from her so she could keep kissing your neck. you craved all of this, all of her. you were basically already fucked out from how much she turned you on from earlier.
“mads, i want you to feel it too.” you muttered, turning to look at her finally, pushing her out of your neck. you aimed to please her just as much as she did to you.
“okay, baby. whatever you want.” she nodded and pulled away from you. you started slowly touching yourself while she was turned away, rubbing your clit and groping at your own breast. “stop it.” she said, ordering you.
“how did you even know?!”
“you do it a lot. you’re just too needy sometimes. i know every single time.” she mocked you. she stepped into a harness that she pulled out of her drawer, but you saw her insert something into herself. “got this for us.” she turned back around.
it was a strap-on with a vibrator attachment for her. you two had tried more adventurous things, there wasn’t a lot to do in the country. you grinned at it.
“too sweet.” you giggled softly, still groping at your breasts.
she made her way back over to you, hovering on top of you again. you pulled her down to you for a kiss, you let out a small moan just from it. it turned you on knowing you both were going to satisfy yourselves.
she pressed a button on the base of the silicone cock, moaning when the vibration started inside of her. “woah… okay, fuck. amazing investment.” she laughed.
“where did you even get it?” you asked, pulling her closer.
“uh.. amazon. it was my first order!” you both chuckled softly.
“okay, hurry, hurry.” you grabbed the dick yourself, trying to speed up the process. your core was absolutely throbbing at this point, you needed to ease it before you exploded.
you lined the cock up with your hole and madison pushed it in, slowly. you both groaned when you swallowed it in its entirety.
“taking me so good, baby.” she said, thrusting into you at a medium pace. “fuckk—“ her words were stringing along as she felt herself succumb to the vibration. “you look amazing when you take my cock.” she managed to get out.
“i bet you love fucking me like this, huh?” you ran a hand through her hair. your other hand rested on her shoulder. she nodded as she let out another moan.
you shushed her kindly, remembering that her parents slept in the next room. you would be surprised if they didn’t hear the vibration paired with your noises. the walls seemed awfully thin for a renovated house.
madison had a hard time keeping her composure as the vibrator sent little buzzes up her own core. glands of sweat started to form on her skin, dripping down onto your chest. she palmed one of your boobs, taking the other one into your mouth. your noises spurred her on, her arousal coating the vibrator. you let out little whimpers when she used her teeth to tug at your nipple.
her thrusts increased in pace. your jaw dropped open when you felt the vibration from the base of the cock hit your clit with every thrust. your mixed pleasure with madison was overwhelming, you were cock-drunk on her but you wanted more and more.
her little grunts when she collided into you, her sloppy kisses on your neck, and the sweet nothings she was whispering in your ear.
“oh my baby… this pussy is mine and mine only.” she growled into your ear. “nobody else is ever gonna fuck you this good.”
“mmhm, nobody else.” you repeated after her. her hand made its way to your clit again, a gasp tried to force its way out of you until you smacked your hand over your mouth. “oh god mads! i’m so close.”
“me too baby… cum with me. c’mon… you can do it.” your nails clawed at her back as you reached your peak. you left red scratch marks.
“mads!” you cried out as a moan got caught in your throat as you finished all over her dick, resulting in a gasp that you were certain someone would have heard.
your body jolted up as hers came crashing down on you.
“fuck!” she said, her legs twitching, you know she finished as well. she panted softly, her head in between your breasts as she pulled out of you, stopping the vibrator as she did.
she collapsed next to you, still trying to catch her breath. you both wrapped your arms around each other in a hug.
your chin was on top of her head as she cuddled into you.
“this is the best night of my life.” she said, muffled as her face was still in between your tits.
“oh you…” you shoved her playfully. “you’re so cheeky.
“but you love me for it.” she teased.
“i do.” you don’t know why that suddenly came out.
“what?” she pulled away from you, staring into your eyes.
“i do… love you. i mean.” you said, not being able to control yourself. it was a mix of tiredness and arousal, you thought.
“i love you too, princess.” she said. it was the happiest she’s ever been. she had thought she was incapable of being loved, or loving. but you had proved her so very wrong.
and she had proved you wrong. it wasn’t tiredness or arousal… it was just her.
madison drifted off to sleep quickly. she had put a lot of effort into the day. you heard her snoring and she turned away from you in her sleep. you pouted at first but thought it was good timing for what you planned to do.
you slipped out of bed and put one of her t-shirts on along with a pair of shorts.
you snuck outside, sitting on the porch out the front door.
you had your phone with you. you knew it was late but whether or not they answered, you wanted them to know before you forgot to say anything.
you looked through your contacts and pressed dial on the right one. it took six rings before you got a response.
“hey! sorry we couldn’t get to the phone right now, we’ll call you back when you get the time!”
“hey mom! hey dad!” you started, the cold breeze outside sent a shiver down your spine.
you suddenly saw a figure show itself in the light.
madison had come out to join you after realising you were missing. she had turned over to try and cuddle you but was met with an empty space. she came out to drag you back in but saw you on the phone.
she was beautiful in this light, you almost forgot you were on the phone.
“i’m sorry it’s so late but i wanted to let you know this by tonight.” you snapped back to reality.
“i’ve decided to stay.”
•*¨*•.¸¸♪
over the next few weeks, your parents made the trip up. they dropped off a couple more of your things that you would need in order to stay the rest of the year.
you had no idea what was in store for after that but you knew you wanted more time with your grandparents and more time with madison.
your parents were so pleased to hear how you had been settling in.
madison was so excited to meet your parents. and your grandparents had spilled the beans about the two of you so your parents were excited to meet her as well.
madison had put on her best flannel, which you thought was incredibly silly but not out of character for her. she had some dirt on her face from working that you had wiped off just as your parents pulled up.
your mom and dad basically came running to you, enveloping you in a group hug.
“i’ve missed you both!” you said, holding back tears. it had been a while since you’ve seen them in person.
“we missed you, honey.” your mom kissed your forehead.
“it’s not the same without you but i guess we’ll just have to settle for it. you look so happy.” your father said, kissing your cheek.
they both turned to look at madison, your father sticking his hand out to her.
“so you’re the girl that has my daughter whipped for the country, huh?” your dad said, madison took his hand and shook it.
“dad!” you exclaimed, nudging his back.
“well, i’m flattered, but what’s not to like about the country? we have cool animals and good music.” madison returned the sentiment.
“i’m with you there!” your mom said.
“when have you ever liked country music?” you asked her as your dad started bringing the luggage down from the back of his truck. madison followed him and offered to help him out, they talked about the truck as they did it.
“i used to play the banjo.” your mom revealed.
“what?! why have you never taught me?!” you gasped.
“because you threw a tantrum when asked to sit still.” she argued.
“she still does!” madison called out.
“oh shut it!” you scolded her and she just rolled her eyes at you with a smile on her face.
“c’mon!” your grandma called from the house. “get inside! the food’s getting cold!”
your mom & dad walked towards the house. despite the fact that madison was carrying suitcases, you pulled her in for a deep kiss.
“c’mon darlin’, i gotta get these suitcases in there so we can get some food in us and take the horses out.” she protested.
“i love when you talk country to me.” you said, a toothy grin forming on your face.
“well you’re not getting rid of me that easy so you’re gonna have to love it.” she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
“i love you.” you said, letting her walk faster before her arms got tired out.
“i love you too.” she said, nodding her head once to stimulate tipping her hat.
man, you loved the country.
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Apple Dumplin'
Steve Harrington x fem!Reader
Flufftober 2024
Steve takes you apple picking.
You bounced your knee up and down in the seat, holding your fingers tightly together as you waited for Steve to return with your sweets he was collecting. You had a scarf wrapped around your neck, a long sleeved shirt on and a pair of pants that was thick enough to keep you warm from the chilly breeze. The coldness wasn’t unbearable, just cold enough to make your cheeks burn.
“Okay so-,” Steve approached, hair wind blown and kissed from the sun as he sat down a few different items that had been sandwiched between his long fingers, “Apple cider, caramel and candy apples, apple butter, apple pie and uh, I think that was an apple dumpling. It’s new.” He presented to you, making you blink in surprise at the mass amount of items.
“What is it?” You asked him as you poked at the last object, yanking your finger back at how warm it felt. He pulled his jacket around him tighter, wrinkling his eyebrows together.
“Uh,” He paused as he looked at it again, “Some sort of apple donut? I don’t really know, it just looked good.” He shrugged his shoulders, making you smile as you gently picked it up this time. You placed it against your teeth, taking a bite from it.
“It’s really good.” You told him seriously, your tongue burning with the flavor of melted caramel, cinnamon and soft dough. The apples were crisp and soft too. You handed it towards him, laughing as he leaned forward and took the rest of it from your hand with a large bite.
“That’s hot,” He protested, fanning his mouth as he quickly chewed it down, “You could’ve warned me.” He remarked playfully, but his eyes were still widened in a flurry of panic as he tried to keep from burning his mouth.
“I thought you knew,” You defended yourself, fanning your hand as well to try and help, “I’m sorry. I thought you saw the heat from that sucker.” You told him seriously, laughing as steam rolled out of his mouth.
“It’s good,” He agreed a second later, smiling as he wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, “Just blistering. My tongue hurts.” He rolled his tongue around inside of his mouth, as if to prove a point
“Do you need a kiss?” You teased him, passing the apple cider over in hopes that it would help some. He took a big gulp, fluttering his eyelashes before he turned back to you in amusement.
“Yes,” He answered cheesily, eyes glazed with mischief as he looked at you, “I’d appreciate that very much.” He dropped the cup down back onto the table, making you grin as he leaned forward expectantly.
You leaned over the table, letting your fingers graze against his wrists gently as you slowly dipped your head down to meet his. You grazed your lips over his gently, tasting the leftover sugar and cinnamon as electricity spread through your body.
“Better?” You asked him as you pulled away, flattered by the lovestruck look in his eyes. He was too cute for his own good.
“Much,” He grinned, taking you by surprise as he shoved a spoonful of apple pie into your mouth, “How’s that taste?” He questioned you as you rolled the bite around in your mouth.
“Really sweet,” You spit out between mouthfuls, “I really like it.” You stated, nodding your head in approval as he pushed the pie back to himself.
“It is good,” He agreed as he used the same spoon to eat from, “But not as sweet as you.” He replied with a small smirk, making your insides warm.
“Flattered,” You giggled as you held your hand to your chest, “It's like you’re trying to impress me or something.” You teased him, sending him a sly wink before you dived into your next apple dessert.
“I’m your boyfriend, that’s my job.” He added, stealing the fork from you once again. Underneath the table he slid his shoe between
“Robin said it’s to be corny,” You added as you took a sip from your shared apple cider, “Which you are, just a bit.” You added as you pressed your fingers close together. You didn’t mind it though, not one bit.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re complaining.” He cocked his eyebrows playfully as you both fought over who got the last piece of apple pie.
“No, I love it,” You grinned as you watched him chew it down triumphantly, “Very much so.” You grinned as you bumped your knees against his, hoping that he enjoyed that last piece.
The farm wasn’t too busy today, but you supposed that had to do with it being a Tuesday afternoon. But it was the only day that you didn’t have class and Steve was off. Even though you knew you’d ditch class if he asked you to.
“So we just take whatever?” Steve turned towards you curiously, fixing the hem of his shirt to keep the material from falling against his palms. His sweater was yellow, fitting him quite nicely with the afternoon glow.
“It said a basketful,” You repeated as you thought about what the rules had said, “So I guess however much we can fit in here.” You gave your wooden basket a little spank, just to prove your point.
“Sweet,” He added, taking the basket from your hand and linking your fingers together with his free one, “See any you like?” He questioned as you two went forward on your path.
Rows and rows of trees lied in front of you, all of them covered with bright red apples. Thick and gleaming. You weren’t sure which ones were best, or how to tell which ones were bad. They all looked great. Good enough to pull off of the limbs and take a bite out of.
“Um,” You paused as you came to a thicker branch, “These look nice and red.” You replied, picking a few off of one of the trees. You were about halfway down your current row. That had to be a good spot. Well, at least you hoped it was. It would be your luck to bring home a basket full of rotting apples.
“What about these?” Steve hummed in agreement, motioning to a cluster of apples just above where yours had been located. Maybe you had found the best tree.
“Get those too,” You nodded your head, letting him get the ones that were higher up, “Yeah. We’re doing good.” You reassured him, feeling proud of the amount you had found so far.
The two of you went on like that for a while, gathering and plucking different apples as you searched through the various trees. The basket slowly began to get heavier and heavier, making the two of you switch back and forth on who was carrying it.
“How many apples is too many apples?” You asked him seriously, grinding your teeth together as he tentatively balanced another apple on top of the rest. Your basket was close to exploding, the apples just a brief motion from falling into the dirt.
“Will we eat all of these?” He asked you seriously, both of you sharing a little laugh. You were sure by the end of this you would be tired of apples, but it was still fun. You’d find something to do with them.
“We could try and make apple butter,” You stated as you thought about it, “And we could candy them. Or we could make an apple pie.” You thought of the various desserts you’d had earlier, thinking they could be easy enough to replicate.
“So yes?” He asked as he cocked an eyebrow, shifting the basket towards you. You reached out, gripping the other side so it didn’t topple over.
“Yes,” You agreed with a nod of your head, “I have faith in us.” You told him, a bit amused by the thought of him selling desserts on the side. Perhaps he could bake little desserts for the kids he occasionally watched too. You were sure that they would like it.
You walked with him, both holding onto one side of a sagging basket as the sun warmed your back. The breeze was cool as it drifted you both towards the end of the lot, an occasional apple falling free from your basket. But you didn’t worry about it. Not with Steve convincing you that it would be totally fine to have apple pie for dinner.
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