#knives cutting an apple

[renardsruses]

Knives peeling an apple slice (:

[ba1laur]

if we look the same there is no individuality

[black-salt-cage]

Day 28 of #heartnosehalloween! ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.🎃 Prompt: Pumpkin pie vs apple pie ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

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[lemongogo]

vash w this hairstyle is literally so cute.. .. wolfwood matchies or smt T__T

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Robert Underdunk Terwilliger Jr/Sideshow Bob x Bart Simpson from The Simpsons with knives, cutting, and 90s kidcore as requested by an anon!

[lyricalambrosia]

Last snippet until i write this last section and then ill be posting the next chapter 👀 it will still take me a while (fighting my ADHD and trying to write between class assignments, etc), so don't expect it within the next few days or anything, but it IS almost done i swear 💀 i'll also say this chapter will probably end up shorter than the next one (and shorter than the last. i hope.)

[orcelito]

My knife slipped while I was cutting an apple, but it did not hurt me. It just wanted to give a gentle little kiss to my palm. No pain...! Honestly it could've been much worse lol

[stimperfect]

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[femmeholograms]

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[w-stote]

one thing I didn't expect from One piece is how it helps me do my dishes. My dishes are like many other Adhder and millennial/gen Zer my own botw/totk blood moon. It's a plague, never ending and always there energy-sucking monster. BUT, BUUUUUT! I put an episode of one piece in front of me while doing them and before I realized they are done. And I don't mean "done" in the sense that I still have some dirty dishes on my counters and desks. NO everything is successfully and completely cleaned!

[c4tb1t]

would my friends think I'm insane if I told them about the knife collection pinboard :[

[queenharumiura]

“You don’t think you’d get tired of it?” Maybe they’re sweet enough it’s like cake. Haru could eat a startling amount of cake in a single sitting if she wanted to. Maybe Byakuran simply had a large appetite in general… if so… his metabolism must be crazy, considering how skinny he is. Consider her a bit jealous.

“Hahi? If Haru wants to…” is this some indirect way of telling her that he’d also like other fruits as well? “In that case, Haru will try learning other ways to cut fruit so they’ll be pretty! Food tastes better when it has fun presentation.” There’s another thing for him to look forward to now. A handmade bento and she’ll present fruit differently next time.

“Maybe Haru will prepare a fruit salad… hm…” That would make it a lot quicker, so he wouldn’t have to sit there and watch her meticulously cut at fruit. "No fruit allergies, right?"

Even if she did say that, it's doubtful he would listen. This basket wouldn't last for more than half a day if she leaves it here. He can just ask the nurses to bring a fruit every time one comes in to check on him. Fruit is good for him. It'll be fine!

At the comment, he hums midway through chewing the current bite. This is important. "Being full of apple bunnies is impossible." ♪ An endless appetite and bottomless stomach has its perks (and arguably downsides.) Besides, hospital food will never be as good as this. He might as well stock up, so to speak.

Although there's one thing he can concede on. "That said... If you want to switch to a different fruit for a bit, I wouldn't mind." He'll gladly ask for more apple bunnies later.

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Lillian Tabacchi / Original Lily (Lily's Well) stimboard ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

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[inkdrinkerworld]

hi! could i get spencer reid and number 8?? maybe post prison and sunshine reader who’s a little excited and maybe a bit chaotic with their technique of carving the pumpkin! thank you🫶🏼

Oh this is such a cute idea for them!!!

“Are you doing a scary face, Spencer?” You ask as you start sketching the face you want to carve onto your pumpkin.

You look across the picnic table where Spencer’s got his knife in the head of the pumpkin.

You’re in his backyard, he’d invited you over for his birthday with the rest of the team and had asked if you could stay past brunch to do something with him.

You’d said yes and hoped you didn’t sound too eager. Spencer doesn’t care either way, he wants to spend time with you just as much.

“I might be,” you’re almost certain he’s going to do a very scary one. “I’m debating a werewolf and a vampire.”

You nod, picking up the biggest knife to start carving away some of the pumpkin. Spencer’s heart stutters when you grunt and yank the knife from the pumpkin.

“That’s cliche,” you mutter, eyes never leaving the pumpkin. “I’m doing Greg from Over The Garden Wall.”

Spencer had a feeling, he’d told you that you and Greg are very similar and though you didn’t want to accept it, he was very right.

“Be careful,” he nearly screams the words as you pull the knife from the pumpkin again and almost send it straight through your palm. “Do you want a smaller knife?”

You shrug, “If you think it’d help,” Spencer does.

He trades knives with you, but the size of it doesn’t help; you’re a chaotic carver.

Spencer stops carving entirely, instead focused on your progress and the way your tongue peeks out the corner of your lip just a little as you work.

With the smaller knife, it’s a lot less near misses, but as you talk to him about anything and everything and your focus goes all over the place, he panics every time the carving knife reaches your cheek as you talk with your hands.

“Spencer you’re not even carving anymore.” You whine, eyes wide and pout in place as you turn your pumpkin around and show him your carving.

“No I was busy making sure you didn’t impale yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re a little dramatic don’t you think?”

Spencer shakes his head, “You nearly cut your hand twice, babe.”

He’s watching you as you round the bench and sit beside him. “I’m all finished so you can start yours again.”

You hand him the carving knife, smiling when Spencer kisses your cheek in thanks.

“Are you really doing a vampire?” You ask as he starts.

“Yes,” Spencer thinks for a moment, “There’s an apple cobbler in the over for you.”

You gasp, Spencer looks up, a tiny blush on his face.

“For me?” You repeat and Spencer nods.

“With extra crumble on the top, it should still be warm.”

You smile, “You’re the best ever Spencer Reid.”

He shakes his head, curls flying a little. “So you tell me.”

You eat the cobbler on his porch, occasionally checking on his progress and if by the end the vampire he’s carved looks a little like you, who can judge him- you’d make a pretty undead.

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[m00nchildthings]

ALUCARD X PREGNANT!READER

This story was based off of this one right here: https://www.tumblr.com/m00nchildthings/703854020457021440/mating-press-and-breeding-kink-with-alucard

if anything this can be read as a sequel where he managed to get you knocked up cw for pregnant reader, oral sex one sparing use of the reader being called mama, and alucard being a hovering creep towards you for carrying his child also slight pregnancy kink if you squint not even read over once bone apple teeth🧑‍🍳😙🤌

p.s. @yazzzmints @ch3rryistheg you asked and i delivered

“You’re hovering Adrian”.

“I do not hover,”

You sighed, closing the large ornate tome you had been reading and setting it on the small wooden table beside your chair. He was hovering and whether he was oblivious to it or simply choosing to be obtuse, he was doing it a hell of a lot more recently. You knew why though, you thought as you brought your hand over your swollen stomach. Seven months into your pregnancy and through every step Alucard had treated you and your unborn child like fine china perpetually teetering over a precocious edge.

“You are aware we won’t turn to ash the moment we leave your vision,” you said cheekily staring up at your dhampir lover. His eyes narrowed before he swept past you, moving to sit in the armchair beside your own. He sat there, for a moment beautiful like marble with his eyes closed, before turning to face you.

“I am very well aware of that,” he said, placing his chin in his hand as he peered at you. You hummed, turning away from him, instead choosing to focus on the crackling fireplace in front of you, pretending the warm embers floating around the wood were far more interesting than the golden haired man sitting next to you.

“Then I hope that you are also aware,” you began pausing to take a sip of the tea still hot on your side table “that fathers who hover around the pregnant wives are bound to produce children that do not enjoy their company,”

“That isn’t true,” you could see his brows furrow from your peripheral view, hiding your chuckle behind another sip of tea, you continued.

“It very well might be an old wives tale, but I have heard of children coming out fussy towards their fathers fresh out of the womb-,” you were cut off with a loud swoosh as Alucard gracefully stepped towards you settling down at his knees, hands placed on your stomach.

“You won’t dislike me right?” he directed at your stomach, brow even more wrinkled with worry “Surely they understand I am just so, eager, to meet them right darling?,”

He stared up at you now, golden eyes tense with worry, your lip wobbled as you held back your smile. Here before you on his knees was Alucard Tepes; one of the slayers of Dracula, the feared prince of the night that cut down his enemies like knives through butter- reduced to a simpering thing at the fear your child might come straight from you hating him. You relented not having the heart to tease him any longer you cradled his jaw in your hand.

“I was just teasing my love, surely our child will love you just as much as I,” immediately he relaxed, melting into the palm of your hand. His golden eyes cut up at you a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“You are cruel to do such a thing to your doting lover,” his alabaster hand gripped your wrist as he turned to lay a kiss in the fleshy part of your palm. “I treat you so sweetly and you insist on giving me heart palpitations.

“Consider it payback for what your hellspawn is doing to my body, I can barely make it from here to the door without my swollen ankles and aching spine objecting,” you said, bringing your hand away from him to stretch the intense cracking of your back emphasizing your point.

Alucard stood, staring down at you, he adored your changing body evidence of the growth of his child in you. You’d always been beautiful in his eyes, but something about knowing the swell of your stomach was from your baby growing inside of you, surely you were a goddess gifting him with the gifts of gifts. Bending down he looped his arms around your waist ignoring your grumbles of objection when he picked you up hoisting you into his arms until your knees hung over his elbows.

“Then allow me to be your legs,” you huffed rolling your eyes as Alucard toted you out of your rather comfortable reading room, you knew where he was taking you of course. The looming large ornate doors of your bedroom came into view as Alucard steadily carried you to them.

“Our bedroom,” you said flatly “I wonder what reason you could have for bringing me here Adrian,”

“I have no idea what you are implying deer,” he said, turning to press his back to the door, opening it with your combined weights. Barely holding back his impish grin (a look a great number of others refused to believe existed when you said he did so on the regular) he rushed you to your bed gently placing you on the downy mattress.

“Your feet must be killing you,” he said, gracefully moving to sit beside you and patting his lap. Begrudgingly you laid back against the comforter swinging your aching feet to his lap. He gently massaged your foot pressing his fingers into the soles of your feet soothing the pain that afflicted you. His talented hands seemed to pull all the aches from them knowing how to just work your body from months of repeated practice. A particularly forceful push into your left heel and you couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from your throat. Alucard smiled at you gently placing your feet on the bed beside him.

“See? So sweetly,” he said, placing his now free hand on your stomach.

“My body still aches,” you grumbled, still feeling the tension in your back

“I can help with that,”

“Your version of help is what got me into this predicament,” chuckling Alucard slowly spread your legs apart hiking your dress to just under your belly. There laid out before him nestled in a thatch of curls your cunt shined for him, already glistening with arousal. His slender fingers traced up the warm slit of your puffy lips noticing the audible hitch in your breaths

“If you don’t like my version of help then where are your undergarments,” he questioned, knuckles grazing up and down your quivering pussy

“They no longer -mmph- fit,” you moa, turning around to bury your head into the pillow.

“How lucky for me,” he murmured, just barely above a whisper as he sank down till his face was level with your heat “that my favorite snack is but a silk slip away from tongue,”

With one scathing breath his mouth was on you, pink lips pressing toward your own. His tongue wickedly lapped at you running wet circles around your throbbing clit before slipping its way into your clenching cunt. He couldn’t help the vibrating moans, near purrs that reverberated into you, as your juices flooded his taste buds. He couldn't help the way he ate at you ravaging your quim with every fiery stroke through your quivering lips. Your hands tugged at his golden locks pulling him closer and closer to your weeping cunt. How foolish, he thought as he drank up all you had to offer, why pull him close when you both know the last thought on his mind was pulling away?

Your orgasm crested, creeping up on you with each lascivious lick that toyed with your throbbing clit. It was with one particularly harsh suck that had you falling apart, melting apart like butter on warm toast your cunt creamed over your lover's tongue. Undeterred Alucard continued to viciously feast on your juices, moaning as they glossed his face. Clawed hands though gentle, held your hips in place as they began to buck so he could wrap his lips around your clit sucking on the shiny pearl undisturbed.

“A-Adrian please, s’too much I need-,” interrupting you Alucard sighed loudly, releasing your clit with an audible pop.

“You never let me have my fill,” he complained peering up at you over your swollen belly “but I know what you need,”

Rising Alucard reached for his trousers tugging the strings till his cock, heavy with a bead of precum pooling at the tip, fell free. Smiling and flashing those fangs of his wide he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing at his cock he lined the drooling pink head with your equally wet cunt, rubbing it between your lips and nudging at your clit. Gently he pushed inside of you, hissing as your heat slowly enveloped him till the hilt. The two of you rested there for a moment panting as your limbs tangled about each other. You whined under him, arms reaching towards him, hands making grabby motions for him. Alucard reached underneath you pulling you towards him. You both sat there, connected at your most intimate of places, your sweaty forehead resting on his cool one.

“Adrian,”

“Yes my love?”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes my love”

With a low chuffing noise, Alucard thrust up into you once, twice, three times, every one seeming to be deeper than the last. Your mouth hung agape as your lover continuously fucked up into you carving the shape of him deep into your cunt. Moans barely escaped you as every thrust seemed to steal your breath, your eyes stared into the golden ones of your lover unable to look away. Before you could process Alucard's hand gripped your ass holding you towards him as he stood on the bed, steadying his feet in the cushion and using his grip to lift you fast up and down his cock.

“Do you feel me sweet, deep, in here,” he rasped as he bounced you on his cock balls slapping on your ass. His hot breath fanned your face as he used your own weight to fuck you, one particular hard thrust had your eyes rolling back into your skull, and with a rush words escaped you.

“Fuck Adein yes! Fuck me please, I- oh god don’t stop!” you screamed nails clawing into the rolling muscles of his back.

“That’s it mama,” he hissed somehow managing to grip you closer, shifting to the balls of his feet he began to roll his hips up into you to match every bounce of your ass against his thighs “Take it, cum for me, let me feel your silk grip me,”

You don’t know whether it was his words that got you there so quickly or the orgasm he gave you prior, but with a barely audible cry you came walls gripping him tightly as you gushed around him. Alucard grit his teeth at the grip your cunt had him in, thrusting a few times before spilling inside you with a strangled cry. Alucard fell to his knees holding you close as you both bounced on the mattress. He pulled you off him holding back chuckles when you grumbled from the over sensitivity. Gently he laid you down before getting off the bed and leaving towards your bedroom bath chamber. He returned with a warm bowl of water and two warm cotton cloths.

Sitting beside you Alucard dipped the washcloth into the water wringing it before bringing it to your heaving body. Carefully he cleaned you off, wiping the spunk he left at your center. You groaned, pushing at his hands, still feeling far too sensitive. With a chuckle he dropped the now sullied rag once you were clean of him, reaching to prepare the second one he had brought and pressed the soothing cotton to your sweaty brow. Your eyes closed as you let your dhampir lover continue with his aftercare.

“Am I forgiven yet, for breeding you with my -what did you call our child- hellspawn?” he asked golden eyes trained onto your face. With a sigh you looked up at him already having forgotten the remark you had made earlier. A sly smirk tugged at your tired face.

“For the time being leonito,”