#really fudgy and rich

[irish-belle]

Sourdough Discard Adventures: Brownies

[fir3ylolol]

hi fir3y :3333 can we have more johnny cage x camera stuff (anything related, nothing specific; cameras in house, recording w phone etc) w him having a long time crush for y/n 😁 kind of like how you did w smile! you're on camera (i cant remember if i sent this if i already did im sorry 😥😥)

dazed and confused

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: it's been a while since you've seen your good friend johnny. but what happens when long-time crush mixes with weed?

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, blowjob, eating out, cunnilingus, long-time crush, weed usage, intoxicated sex, loss of inhibitions, praise, filmed, sex tape, cumming inside, cum eating, putting on a show, whimpering men heheheh, afab!reader, gn reader

a/n: YAYYY finally another post!! its been forever. this was requested by @keiiikomegumi. gotta love men who fall hard and fuck desperately O.O also i think this is the longest fic other than we want you! ive ever written lol

word count: 2.65 k

Ao3

It’s been about 3 weeks since you last saw Johnny, which kinda sucks. He’s always a lot of fun, and you’ve been really stressed lately. So when you get his text reading, “come over 4 dinner, we can chill 0.o”, you quickly respond, “see u thennn”. You leave shortly afterward, excited to finally relax. You roll into his driveway after about 30 minutes of driving, seeing Johnny’s shadowed figure standing in the doorway. You hop out excitedly, walking over and capturing him in a tight hug. He laughs, hugging you back just as tight. “Hey! I’ve missed you, it’s been wayyyy too long. Come in, I’ve already got some food ready.” You walk in, drinking in the familiar sight of his home. You see the table set, two spots right next to each other, with a suspicious look on his face.

“So what do you have in store for me?” You sit down, watching as he disappears into the kitchen. “Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and so have I. So…” He walks out, a large silver plate covered with a cloche. “I figured we deserved a treat,” he says with a smirk, lifting it and revealing two brownies. Realization hits you hard. You see, this is California, and if there’s any pastime Californians love, it’s getting high. Johnny is no different; in fact, he likes edibles more, since he says smoking will “damage his star-quality voice and flawless skin.” But he lives a stressful life, and he needs a break just as much as you. So seeing two, delicious-looking brownies on separate plates, you know exactly why you were invited. And you nearly cry.

“Johnny…” you smile up at him, “thank you. So much.” His eyes light up, placing the plates down for you two as he sits down next to you. “Yay, I knew you would be happy! Ok, I’ve got plenty of snacks in the fridge and cold ass water, so we’re set.” He picks his brownie up, and you follow, clinking them together like glasses before taking a bite. It’s rich, fudgy, and absolutely one of the best brownies you’ve ever had. With a mouthful of food, you try to speak, “Schit manm, ‘his is schoo good.” He laughs at you, finishing his bite before speaking, “It’s been barely a month and you’ve forgotten your manners?” You smack him lightly, before standing up and getting a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He follows you, giving you a big hug from behind. He’s rocking back and forth, face buried in your neck. He’s always been more touchy with you than his other friends, but you don’t mind. He’s warm and gentle and always smells fancy. But you laugh, rocking with him. “The room’s already spinning, oooooh.” He lifts you slightly, walking through the kitchen. “You’re so high, oh noooo!” He set you down, laughing still. “You’re so much fun, I missed you.”

You feel a slight twinge in your heart, the words must mean more to you than it does to him. You’ve been a little glad not to see him honestly, but only because your feelings for him have gotten that intense. A break was just what you needed, but now? When you’re going to be wasted and he’s just so nice and so close? You might break. But for now, you appear cool laughing as well before managing to say, “I missed you too” without seeming suspicious. And you start to fall into the same routine as usual, he leads you to the couch to chill together and watch something fun. He used to go to the cinema room, but once he got too high, watched Rambo on the big screen, and had a panic attack. Plus, you can’t cuddle in there, and he can’t stand for that, loudly declaring that he’ll rip the chairs out every time you two go in there. But he never does. You two end up talking about the weeks you didn’t see him. He’s been working on a new film, but won’t reveal any details other than it’s “based on a super true story”. And he laments how hard you’ve been working, trying to convince you again, “You should just quit and hang with me all the time. It would be awesome.” But alas, you turn him down again, as tempting as it is.

Before you know it, it’s been almost two hours, and you’re definitely feeling it more, the buzzing in your brain is a little louder, and Johnny’s touch gives you more goosebumps. But he leans back suddenly, looking you up and down. “Wait, I just realized, I can’t remember the last time you told me one of your famous bad date stories. What’s going on?” You fluster at his words, so direct and to the point that you can’t think for a second. You finally manage to speak again, your tongue feeling a little too heavy, “I’ve just been busy, man.” He scrunches up his face, thinking deeply. “When was the last time you got some? You know…” He nudges you, eyebrows raised suggestively. You take an embarrassingly long pause before speaking again. “...a year.” 

He leans forward, directly in front of your face. “A year?! How are you even alive??” You push him as playfully as you can, completely flustered by the whole thing. “Quit it, it’s not funny!” He sighs dramatically, splayed out across the couch. “So what’s up? Someone catch your eye or something?” You pause again, trying not to look at him, but your mouth betrays you. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s fine, he doesn’t like me like that.” He scoffs, head still tipped back, “What an idiot. You’re awesome. He’s really lucky I don’t just snatch you away for myself.” His whole body freezes as if he said something he didn’t mean to. You look at him, eyes wide and muscles tense. “W…what?” You ask tentatively. But he stands up, walking away while waving his arms around, “Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But you can see the tips of his ears are bright red, and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, something he only does when nervous. You stand up and walk over, staying behind him. “Johnny, it’s something. Just tell me, it’ll be ok.” He takes a deep breath before speaking, still turned away from you. “I said he was lucky I didn’t take you for myself. I didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, it’s true. I mean, what kind of idiot doesn’t like the most stunning person alive? I just…I said too much, and I didn’t want to weird you out because you’re such a great friend and…” He’s babbling on, saying way too much and not making a ton of sense.

But you grab his hand lightly, which causes him to turn around. His eyes are watery, his cheeks and the tip of his nose are red, and his mouth is scrunched up in a frown. You can’t help but smile at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “Do you like me, Johnny?” He nods like a child, free hand coming up to wipe his eyes. “I like you too,” you say with a smile, no longer nervous or guilty of your feelings. He sniffles, looking at you with his wide brown eyes, “Really? You do?” As you nod, he sort of snaps back to usual, but not in a performative way, in a happy way. “Well of course you do! Who could resist all this?” He smiles before pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear before he pulls away. But not fully, as you two lock eyes, and the air grows thick again. You swallow hard, eyes darting across his face nervously. He cups your face with his left hand, and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s exactly like him, warm and gentle, and it makes you dizzy. In fact, you feel your knees buckle slightly, which he laughs at into the kiss. As he pulls away to breathe again, you can’t help but feel hungry for more. You’ve only gotten a taste of what you’ve wanted for so long, and it’s very appetizing.

Johnny quickly pulls you back to the couch, barely able to think before you find yourself on his lap, hands wandering around your back, eyes locked onto yours. His touch is even more intoxicating than normal, with heavy breathing and racing hearts shared between you two. One hand reaches your neck, pulling you back in. But he’s not as gentle this time, like he’s trying to devour you whole. His other hand is on your hip, guiding you to grind against him slowly. Your hands wrap around his neck loosely. He groans into your mouth, squeezing tighter. You feel his tongue in your mouth, desperate for more of you, more than there is. You can feel yourself growing wetter, so high that your previous inhibitions are gone. Everything is happening so fast, and you’re starting to feel desperate.

He finally breaks away, panting heavily, before looking at you needily. And with how pretty his flushed face is and how badly he wants you, you can’t help but slide down to the floor between his legs. His pupils are blown out, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He tries desperately to pull his pants down quickly, struggling slightly.  But he finally frees himself, cock bouncing out as the angry red tip leaks out. He’s embarrassed, turning his head away slightly, but keeping his eyes locked on you. You have no time to tease, absolutely hungry for him, for this. You take him in your mouth, getting most of the way down before you stop, looking up at him sweetly. He gasps, eyes wide and hands clutching at the couch cushions. You start to move, swirling your tongue around him as you keep a steady pace. His eyelids are fluttering, and very quickly he darts his hands out to grab your face lightly, bringing you up to face him. “C-can I film you? I just…I’ve wanted this for so long and you just look so pretty and I just…I don’t want to forget this, any detail of this.” 

You nod lazily, a smile spreading across your lips as you watch him scramble for his phone. He holds it up, hands shaking as he starts filming. You decide to put on a show for him, looking up through your lashes as you go down again, able to get almost all the way down, gagging slightly. He white knuckles the phone, staring at you intensely. His other hand comes up, grabbing your hair in one hand. His voice rasps out, “Wanna see that face, all of it. God, you’re so good at this. Fuck…” He sighs as you reach your hand out, starting to stroke him as you lean your head down, licking at his balls. He jumps slightly, but the most lovely whine escapes his lips, so you continue, trying to overwhelm him with pleasure. And overwhelm him you do, as he starts squirming back and forth at the intensity of it all, more heady whines. He finally remembers to hold the camera steady, trying to still himself. But as you go down again, rapid and sloppy moves, eyes watering as you look up again, his grasp on your hair tightens. He cries out as he cums, shuddering as you keep going, swallowing it all. You pull off with a pant, looking into the camera and sticking out your tongue to show what you did. He’s breathing hard, letting go of your hair and going slightly slack on the couch. But he tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head. Even fucked out, he wants more.

You stand up, half-naked, and he tries his hardest to get your pants off too. But his hands are too shaky, and he’s trying to keep his grip on the camera. So you step back and slowly peel them off for him, and you can see his cock twitch slightly at the sight of you. You climb back on top of him, kissing him gently. But he leans to the side, propping the phone against the arm of the couch, and flips to the front camera. He shuffles down a little, leaning slightly to pull his pants down further as you pull his shirt off, wanting to feel his warm skin against yours. He kisses your cheek, and down your neck, reveling in the way you arch your back at the feeling. He whispers out shakily, “You ready? Gonna put a show on for me?” You nod, head dizzy again, as he rubs himself against you, audibly groaning at the feeling. He has no time to waste, sinking into you with a heady whimper. You gasp, taking a second to adjust to him, feeling his hands cling to your hips.

But it’s not long before he’s bucking up into you, using his grip on you for leverage. He’s bit down on your shoulder, whimpers slipping out. Your arms are behind his neck, clinging to him like your life depended on it. You feel him let go, raspy whispers in your ear, “You’re so hot, shit, so tight around me. You like putting on a show for me? Yeah?” You nod, moans pushed out at the force he’s moving now. His voice is shaking more now, but he can’t stop talking, “Shit, I don’t know if it’s the weed talking or what, but you’re so fucking good. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner-” He’s cut off, a whimper as he manages to push deeper, completely enveloped in you. He’s losing his mind, hands wrap around your back for more leverage. But it’s not long before he’s cumming again, a whine as he pushes you down as far as he can. He’s trembling more, heavy pants in your ear. But finally, he’s lifting you and setting you down on the couch. Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to calm down after everything. 

That is until he grabs the phone and puts it in your hands. Confused, you look at him, but suddenly, he’s between your thighs, kneeling on the ground. “Can’t leave you wanting, especially after all that.” He dives in, with no sense of patience, as he sucks at your throbbing clit. His fingers pump inside you, your wetness mixing with his cum. You keep the camera on his face, legs pushed apart as you flinch at your sensitivity. He’s looking up at you, sweet eyes locked on you. He lets go slightly, mumbling into you, “Good job, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You’re moaning, high-pitched, and slipping from your lips. He’s whining into your sopping cunt, vibrations against your clit causing more jumps. But you cling to him, eyes screwed shut as you cum hard, feeling his tongue lapping everything up with fervor. He finally separates from you, sitting down on the couch with an exhale.

He takes the phone, stopping the recording as he puts his arm around you. “I’ll save those for later,” he says, making you giggle slightly, but you’re quite tired. “We should get high more often, huh?” You snuggle into him, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat under your ear. “Maybe. But hey, those videos better not get leaked or anything.” Your words cause him to whine out, slightly annoyed. “Come on, you know me! I would never. Besides…it would make too many people jealous, you know? Such a pretty thing like you, all for myself.” You laugh again before looking up at him, sleepy but happy eyes. “You’re stuck with me now, by the way.” He hugs you tight, squeezing you with a wide smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[shoku-and-awe]

Okay, I had no idea you could make such rich brownies with just cocoa powder! Very impressed. And they are not kidding that these are fudgy. After cooling, the texture was more like a flourless chocolate torte. After a couple nights in the fridge, they are basically ganache. Delicious, but very very VERY dense and moist.

The recipe tells you to take these out of the oven while the middle is still slightly underbaked, so next time I might bake longer and see if the texture is different. I also used more add-ins (120 g of peanut butter cups rather than 80) so that might have affected the texture as well. (Though I think it could have used even more; the peanut butter didn't really come through.)

I should also say that these are very fun to make. Melting almost a whole box of butter in a pan, incorporating cocoa powder into that until it's gooey and dark and rich and smells amazing...... I felt like Willy Wonka!

[tastesoftamriel]

My grandmother once told me “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” which to be fair considering her may have been sword technique advice. However, I was curious if you’ve ever done food for seduction. If you wanted to get someone into your bed, what would you cook them before hand? And do Tamrielic cultures have a standard “come hither” meal?

If it's a romantic meal you're after, you've come to the right place. Whether it's Heart's Day or something a little more low key, you'll make anyone in Tamriel drool over you and your kitchen prowess with these meals!

Altmer

Just like with anything else in the Summerset Isles, subtlety is key when wooing. Relationships can take centuries to build between Altmer, so some choose to speed things up a little with what's known as a courtship basket: a not-so-simple picnic that's bound to wow. First, pick a stunning picnic location and an even more stunning wine. Load up that basket with all of Summerset's finest, from peach blossom indrik ricotta and Russafeld Heights grape honey to freshly baked spiced loaves and caviar. The rest is up to you!

Argonians

As many know, Argonians become life mates through bonding ceremonies, which are a quintessential part of Saxhleel culture. Bonding ceremonies usually entail a feast, usually with foods purported to put the happy couple in an amorous mood. One of the most famous aphrodisiac dishes is juicy Moss-Foot Croaker tree frog legs grilled in pandan leaves with wild bush honey, served atop gratinated witchetty grubs and Spotted Seatrout roe.

Bosmer

Love is a precious thing in Valenwood, and courtship often involves lots of food to test a potential spouse's skill in the kitchen and as a homemaker. The much-loved Husband's or Wife's Pie (known to some as Courtship Pie) tests those culinary skills from the fiddly all-butter thunderbug carapace crust to the twelve-hour meat and jagga filling. It's an exercise in patience and love to be sure!

Bretons

Nothing is quite as romantic as a night in Wayrest at a nondescript, candlelit gourmet restaurant with a two-year waitlist. If you can't wait that long, do the next best thing and host that dinner at home (the bedchamber is just around the corner, no?). Popular courtship dishes are generally rich and include foie gras with wild berry and shallot coulis, lamb saddle served medium rare with black truffle sauce, and salted caramel and brandy custard mille-feuille.

Dunmer

The famous Queen and lover Barenziah was particularly fond of a certain dish, which Dunmer in the many years after her influence still present to potential mates as a not-so-subtle hint at something more. The dish is none other than the notoriously finicky marshmerrow and comberry choux-fflé, which is exactly what it sounds like: a feat of culinary engineering that combines delicate marshmerrow and scuttle soufflé in a clamshell of sweet saltrice choux pastry. Guaranteed to make any Dark Elf fawn over you as if you were Narsis Dren.

Imperials

Imperials aren't exactly renowned for being the best with big feelings (it's all the Divine guilt), so showing someone you love them with food is the most common love language in the Province. Whether it's one of Salmo's sweetrolls, a hearty home cooked meal, or an unforgettable stay at one of the Imperial City's top hotels, there's no wrong way to go about Imperial courtship food. However, if you really want to impress, go for a dark chocolate and pomegranate torte, with a fudgy melting chocolate centre and topped with pomegranate treacle. Indulgent!

Khajiit

It's said that Khajiiti love is as fiery as their curries, but we all know better than to eat a hot curry on a date. So, what does one offer their partner when romantically inclined in Elsweyr? Try a silk-wrapped box of moon sugar bonbons from the closest gourmet sweet shop! A box of moon sugar candy is one of the most thoughtful gifts you can woo a Khajiit with, whether it's cardamom-milk cakes or hard boiled coconut and ginger sweets. Just be careful at the confectioners, because clashing flavours are a sign of bad taste...

Nords

If there's one race whose digestive system is directly linked to their nether regions, it's Nords. Just the mention of a romantic meal of buttery mudcrab legs with sourdough, twice-roasted elk basted in juniper spiced Honningbrew Mead, and snowberry pudding with a Nord Ale caramel drizzle is enough to make any Skyrim native do that thing where they brush their hair behind their ear while biting their lip at you.

Orcs

Historically speaking, there are two food items that are a must for wooing an Orc: echatere cheese, and proper Wrothgarian ale. Put the two together and you'll be planning a spring wedding. Echatere cheese and Orcish ale fondues, pies, sauces, and much more are the best way to use these star ingredients, but I prefer a bit of a twist: echatere cheesecake with a caramelised biscuit crust and berry-ale compote.

Redguards

Redguards are known for being passionate lovers, who write rambling love poetry and frantically check their birthsigns for relationship compatibility. With that in mind, you're going to have to work hard in the kitchen to gain a Redguard's love. If you're not sure where to start, skip the Middas special camel-stomach meatloaf at the inn and get right to the kitchen to make some rasmalai! This unique spiced dessert of sweet cottage cheese balls are served with crushed pistachios, and a cardamom, saffron, and rose-infused cream. The punchier and more balanced the spices, the more likely you are to pull that date.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Rainbow Sprinkles

A short, and hopefully cute and fluffy little fic for the very lovely, and beautiful @penguinsandpotterheads Happy Birthday Holly, I hope you have an amazing day, bestie!!!! <3

Word Count:923

Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

You make your way into your home after a busy day at work just ready to sink into the arms of your boyfriend, perhaps order some take-out and watch a shitty movie that would ultimately end up getting ignored in favour of making out with said boyfriend, but as you tread into the home you shared with Eddie you come to realise those plans had been thrown out of the window.

Because there he is. In the kitchen, his hair bundled up on top of his head, with a few loose curls framing his, and a white apron tied around his body smeared with many different stains. 

You step quietly into the kitchen, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

“What’re you up to there?” you say, making your way over to him.

You watch as he jumps at the sound of your voice.

“You’re home early!” he babbles, looking over your shoulder at the clock on the wall.

“Yeah, they let me go early since it’s my birthday, which was nice of them.” you explain.

“Yeah I suppose that is nice of them, I just hadn’t expected you to be home so soon.” 

“You never answered my question.” you pry curiously. 

“Hm?”

“What are you up to?” you ask again as your eyes come to scan over the mess that litters the kitchen counter. There’s cracked eggs shells, an open bag of flour that is somehow dusting more of the counter than there is in the bowl which you gather that he intended it for. The large mixing bowl is filled with what looks like a deep, rich chocolate mixture.

“Oh that.” he chuckles. “I was kind of hoping to bake you a cake as a surprise but I quickly realised that I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

"No no, I think it looks alright." you say, as you mix the wooden spoon around in the mixture.

"Wayne gave me the recipe, so if it sucks it's totally his fault and not mine" he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. 

"Well let's get it in the oven, and see what happens! Then we can decorate it together!" You smile, placing a kiss on your boyfriend's face.

You reach on to the counter to set the timer, whilst Eddie pours the cake mixture in a round baking tin and places it in the oven.

"I'm just going to set a timer for thirty minutes" You tell him.

"There's a lot you can do in thirty minutes." Eddie says suggestively, raising his eyebrows up.

You playfully slap him on his arm as you tug him away from the mess in the kitchen.

"Keep it in your pants until later, Loverboy." you flirtatiously chastise him.

“But it’s your birthday!”

Sure enough the timer in the kitchen dings, and you pull yourself away from Eddie’s hold as he places sweet kisses to your neck. 

As it turns out, snuggling on the couch, which turned into an inevitable makeout session you always knew it would, was an excellent way to spend your birthday.  

“Come on Teddy! The cake’s ready to come out of the oven!” you cheer as you tug him up from the seat with you, and practically skip to the kitchen.

“Here, let me get it out, I am the one with the apron after all.” he smirks, reaching for a dish towel.

 He opens up the oven door, the smell of delicious, warm chocolate wafts out as he brings the cake out and places it on the countertop.

“Not to be too cocky, but I reckon I’ve got this baking thing down to a fine art, Sweetheart.” he smiles, marvelling down at the perfectly risen sponge in the tin.

“Okay, Julia Child, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.” You tease him lightly, which earns you an adorable giggle from your boyfriend.

“Now we just have to wait for it to cool down and then we can start decorating it!” Eddie cheers.

Eddie smears a thick layer of gooey, fudgy, chocolate frosting over the now cooled cake whilst you stand by with a tub of brightly coloured sprinkles in hand ready to scatter on top.

“She’s all yours, have at it, Picasso.” Eddie smiles as he stands back to allow you to recklessly sprinkle your cake with the decoration.

You finish decorating the cake, taking a step back to marvel at your creation.

“I think we make a good team, between your baking and my flair for abstract decorations.” 

“Yeah, we do. We make an excellent team.” Eddie agrees, pulling you into him with a one-armed side hug and a kiss pressed into the crown of your head.

“Y’know, I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my birthday.” You say as you snuggle against him, a slice of your cake on your plate and a fork in hand.

“Hm?” Eddie mumbles around a mouthful of cake, his own slice sitting on his plate, almost gone from him demolishing it as quickly as it had been served up.

“Yeah, just being here and spending time with you, has made me the happiest birthday girl in the world!” you beam, as you snuggle deeper into his warmth.

Eddie smiles, he’s so warmed by your admission, and his smile only grows when he thinks about the surprise party he’s organised for you this weekend. All your closest friends and loved ones, there just to celebrate you, and have a good time. 

“I love you so much, Sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Teddy.”

[cookieclickercookieeater]

I'm leaving the gingerbread men and gingerbread trees for closer to Christmas, so today's cookies are pure black chocolate cookies. I couldn't find any cookies that seemed right, so I opted to make them myself. I made some modifications to this recipe:

I replaced the cocoa powder with black cocoa powder, and my research (a quick google) indicated that for a recipe calling for natural cocoa powder and baking soda, you have to replace the baking soda with twice as much baking powder if you want to use dutch process cocoa powder. There really is a lot of chemistry in baking! I also used dark chocolate chips instead of semi-sweet.

These definitely came out very black. It's a little funny how unbelievably burnt these look while being baked properly. These are soft and chewy, with a bit of crispness around the edges. With the chocolate and dark chocolate flavors, they're quite rich. I usually prefer a more standard chocolate to a dark chocolate, but these turned out great.

5/5

[killercooksblog]

I made a lot of brownies just a while ago (tasted better than they looked, I promise).

I'm not really good at summarising 😅

Rich and gooey brownies, each bite a delightful combination of chewiness and fudginess.

They are subtly infused with a hint of a classic flavor that enhances their decadent appeal, creating a truly satisfying dessert experience.

Those look decadent!!!!! Chewy fudge, you say... would the classic flavor be chocolate fudge? Or perhaps....haselnuss🤔

They look so fun though, love the colorized, drizzle!

Thanks to Rory on twt for the emoji :)

[gurugirl]

Mint Chocolate Chip Check-in 6

Summary: Sweet and domestic, a look into a somewhat typical day with MCC!Harry and y/n.

A/n: Based on this request - thank you @love-letters-to-uranus (once again!) 1.5k words

Warning: While this is all fluffy and sweet - it's still kidnapper!harry x reader so beware if you're not a fan

MCC!Harry Masterlist

Harry felt a little bad for the punishment he’d given you the day before. He had just had such a bad day that he took it out on you, and when you didn’t answer when he called, he thought the worst. Though he wound up being soft with you afterward, he still had some guilt over it. Especially because he felt so deeply for you. He sometimes took you for granted and the fact that you so easily fell into his plan. Also, it didn’t help that Harry was struggling to contain his meanness at times. Since he’d taken you in (kidnapped you) he had to work to suppress the violent side of himself. He didn’t want to hurt you but being mean occasionally was too easy. You let him because you loved him and he knew that.

So his guilt was warranted.

He found you in the kitchen making sandwiches for your lunch. Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck, “Looks really good, pup.” He was going to make today soft and nice for you. To show you how special you were to him.

You smiled and turned slightly so you could see his profile and hummed before turning back to your task. Harry moved the hair from your shoulder and brushed his fingers over your neck before leaning over you again and putting his chin on your shoulder.

When you finished plating the lunches, Harry grabbed both plates from your hands, “Let’s eat outside. It’s a beautiful day.”

He put your plate in the shade and his in the sun. He didn’t want you to get too hot or get burned, “I kind of wanted to sit in the sunshine,” you spoke before sitting down at the iron outdoor table.

Harry shook his head, “No pup. It’s too hot out right now. You have to be careful to not get sunburned as well. S’not good for you. The shade is better.” And that was that. If Harry said you had to sit in the shade, you’d sit in the shade.

The table was near a large magnolia tree and you were covered by the bulky limbs and leaves, hidden from the blaring sun, while Harry sat in the sunny spot, squinting his eyes as he ate the sandwich you made him. There weren’t many words exchanged between you. It was nice, though and Harry kept putting his hand on your knee. You could tell he was trying to be extra sweet today after what he’d done to you yesterday. But you’d already forgiven him last night when he was soft with you afterward. You actually forgave him before that when you understood what the punishment was really all about. However, you weren’t going to complain about how nice he was being.

Harry cleaned up the dishes and then suggested you make brownies together. It was just a simple recipe but it was fudgy and rich. Harry tested the batter before you put it into the pan to bake and he smiled and touched the tip of your nose leaving behind a bit of the chocolatey goo. You laughed and moved your hand to wipe your nose but Harry stopped your motions and held on to your wrists with a big grin before pressing his lips over your nose and licking it off. You squealed in delight at his tongue licking the batter from your nose and then Harry kissed your mouth and swatted your bum (very gently, you were quite sore from the previous night), “Alright, it’s ready for the oven now, pup.”

The timer was set and the dishes were put away. Harry knew what you’d say next.

“We should watch a movie!” You spoke excitedly to Harry. He couldn’t resist your big smile and the way your eyes brightened. You were happy today. Harry felt like he’d done well to be sweet to you the day after he’d been a bit rotten.

“What should we watch, then?” He watched you scurry off into the living room as he trailed behind. You turned on Netflix and picked something Harry couldn’t care less about, but he’d let you choose this time. You deserved it. Harry dragged you into his lap so he could hold you and kiss you while the brownies baked.

You hummed and settled into his hold and kissed his neck and his chin. Harry loved doting on you but he enjoyed it when you returned that sentiment. His girl. His sweet pup loving on him. It felt like reassurance to him every time you did it. You weren’t going anywhere. You belonged to him.

When the air smelled chocolatey and your heart was pounding and you were out of breath from Harry’s mouth covering yours in hot, soft kisses, the timer beeped in the kitchen.

The brownies were steaming hot when you pulled the pan from the oven and Harry swatted you away, “You’ll burn yourself. Let me…” Harry plated the brownies and insisted on carrying the plates as you returned to the living room to watch the movie you picked out.

He had you sit right next to him and he took a bit first, blowing on the dessert and sucking in air when it burned his tongue. You reached for your plate but Harry moved it away from you, “S’too hot, pup. Burned myself even. It needs to cool a bit first.”

You pouted but Harry grasped your chin gently and turning you to face him, kissed your cheek, “No pouting. I’m taking care of my girl. Don’t want you hurt from a hot brownie. Puppy needs a little patience doesn’t she?”

He blew over your portion and you smiled. Harry was always trying to take care of you in this way. Doing little things that some might think of as a way to treat a child, but to you, it just felt like love and care.

Before letting you have a bit, Harry tested the temperature again before deeming it cool enough to put into your mouth. He broke off a bit of the edge and held it out to you, “Open.”

You parted your lips and Harry put the warm brownie on your tongue. You closed your eyes and chewed with a moan. Harry ate a bite of his and then gave you a bite of yours as you both snuggled together to watch the movie.

When your plates were emptied you tried to take them so you could put them in the sink but Harry shook his head, “Sit. Stay here,” he spoke as he got up and took the plates to the kitchen sink himself.

Just before the sun set in the sky, the movie came to an end. Harry pulled you in between his legs on the couch and brushed your hair, “Got all tangled from lying your head on my chest during the movie.”

You smiled and let Harry run the bristles down your hair and to your shoulders. It felt so nice having him dote on you. The sweetest feeling of his nearness and his care was all you could ever want.

“There we are. That’s better,” he spoke as he put the brush down and pulled you back into his chest, kissing your temple.

You both sat for a moment in the quiet, breathing one another in. Harry’s cheek was pressed to your temple and you could feel his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed.

But, soon, Harry was nudging you forward and speaking softly, “Let’s get you some water. Probably need a little after that sticky sweet dessert. Need you to stay hydrated.”

You rolled your eyes, but not in sight of Harry, his doting was a bit extra today and you understood why. You just went along with it, though. Smiling as you stood up and grasping onto Harry’s hand as he stood.

You didn’t need all the sweetness. Not this much. But you loved it and it only made you feel more secure in your relationship with Harry over time. All the gentle touches and whispers, the kind gestures of care, the way he needed you… it all made you need him more with each passing day. There would never be anyone that could change your mind or tell you he was a bad man. Not after all this time and how you’d truly grown to know Harry. The real Harry. The one who was insecure and needy. The one that relied on your touch to feel whole. The one who wanted to give you the whole world and keep you safe from harm.

He was your Harry.

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[thesweetnessofspring]

Peppermint brownie recipe? Inquiring minds want to know!

Hold onto your aprons, this is the best brownie recipe! I've had "mint brownies" others have raved about but all fail in comparison to this one.

The first layer is a super fudgy peppermint brownie base. I made these for a friend and he thought I'd made him fudge at first, it is that rich! The second layer is a peppermint frosting, which is what really gives it that peppermint kick. To top it all off is a thin layer of super dark chocolate, the bitterness helping cut through the sweetness of the rest of it. My mom originally got this recipe from someone else, so it's not a secret family recipe and we've always shared it openly with everyone. Here you go, and if you make it, let me know how it turned out!

4 squares (4oz) Baker’s unsweetened chocolate 1 c. butter Combine; melt in a double boiler (glass bowl in a pot with water in the pot). [I like to melt in a pyrex measuring cup in a pot for easy removal and pouring out-my mom has adopted this method] 4 eggs                                      ¼ tsp peppermint extract 2 c. sugar                                 1 c. flour ¼ tsp salt Grease 13 X 9 pan.  Beat eggs until bubbly and frothy (may take 2-3 min.). Stir in remaining ingredients. Bake at 350 for about 25 min. Keep checking so the edges don’t burn. Cool. Middle layer: 4 Tbsp butter, softened           2 c. confectionary sugar 2 tsp milk                                1 ½ tsp peppermint extract Whip until stiff,  but spreadable. Spread over brownies. Put in fridge. Glaze: 3 squares (3oz) Baker’s unsweetened chocolate 3 Tbsp butter (sometimes I use 4 Tbsp butter so there is a little more to spread) Melt together in double boiler (like for first layer) Dribble over and spread over middle layer of brownie. Store in fridge. Let thaw before cutting so that the top layer does not crack. Cut into 1 inch squares. Don’t serve the edge pieces. Save to eat but they don’t look as pretty—but still taste yummy.

[theurbantreats]

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[parappah]

i just love a really dense rich sexy fudgy brownie

[curvycarbivore]

Super Dark Chocolate Almond Avocado Brownies (Vegan)

Yield: 16 servings | Prep time: 5 minutes | Cook time: 25 minutes | Total time: 1 hour

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Who knew that brownies could be creamy, fudgy, and sorta healthy?! These vegan brownies have a secret ingredient in them that nobody would guess... avocado! Yes it sounds weird, but trust me you cannot tell that there is avocado in here. These vegan brownies turn out super dark, rich, and fudgy. This is perfect for when you have avocados that are a little too ripe to enjoy in tacos or on toast.

Ingredients:

1 large avocado

2 flax eggs (2 tbsp ground flaxseed + 6 tbsp water)

3 tbsp refined coconut oil (liquefied)

1 tsp pure vanilla

1/2 cup coconut sugar

1/2 cup almond flour

1/2 cup dark chocolate cocoa powder

2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp sea salt

1/2 cup dark chocolate chips

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 350º F.

In a small mixing bowl, make your flax eggs by mixing 2 tbsp of ground flaxseed powder with 6 tbsp of water. Set aside for about 5 minutes to thicken.

In a large mixing bowl, add your ripe avocado. Mash it up with a fork.

Add in the wet ingredients: coconut oil, vanilla, and flax eggs (when ready).

Add in the sugar and stir to combine.

Add in the dry ingredients: flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, and salt.

Mix well to combine. Then, gently fold in the chocolate chips.

In a greased 9x9 baking dish, pour in the batter and spread out evenly.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until an inserted toothpick comes out clean.

Let cool for 30 minutes before slicing and serving.

Slice into 16 squares and enjoy!

Tips and Tricks:

These DO NOT taste like regular box-mix brownies, so put that expectation to the side before making these. These brownies taste rich, dark, chocolatey, and real.

These are really good frozen! It sounds weird, but trust me. Cut them into small cubes, then stick them in the freezer for a few hours. You can enjoy these chocolatey treats right out of the freezer (they'll be chewy and a little hard) or let them sit out for a few minutes to thaw.

Refined vs. Unrefined coconut oil = refined does not taste like coconut, unrefined does. By using refined coconut oil, these brownies should not have a coconut flavor. If you do want a coconut flavor, use unrefined oil.

Coconut sugar should not give these brownies a coconut flavor. If you are worried about that, you can use palm or regular granulated sugar.

[doriyangrey]

Guys these muffins are so good, I’m so serious go make these rn

They’re so rich and chocolatey. I’ve never made muffins from scratch before so this was so fun

Also ! If you’re not a fan of really fudgy, chocolate filled muffins halving the amount of chocolate chips would be a good option.

But omg I’m gonna be talking about these for like a month

chocolate muffins 🌙

i randomly got the urge to bake something witchy today, and so i did! i found a super cute recipe for chocolate muffins and oh MAN they are so good. i ate like 4

so anyways, heres the recipe :))

✨1/2 cup canola oil vegetable oil would also work 120ml

✨1 cup granulated sugar 200g 200g

✨1/2 cup milk 120ml

✨2 large eggs lightly beaten

✨1 tsp vanilla extract

✨2/3 cup sour cream 150g 150g ( or plain greek yogurt! )

✨2 cups all-purpose flour 240g 240g

✨1/2 cup cocoa powder 50g 50g

✨1 1/2 tsp baking soda

✨1/2 tsp salt ( cleansing and purification )

✨2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

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preheat oven to 375F (190C) and line 18 muffin cups with cupcake liners (or lightly grease and flour)

in large bowl, whisk together oil, sugar, and milk. stir in eggs and vanilla until well-combined

gently fold in sour cream until just-combined

in separate, medium-sized bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, and salt

fold flour mixture gently into wet mixture, folding until just barely combined. Stir in 1 1/2 cup chocolate chips

scoop chocolate muffin batter into prepared muffin tin, filling 2/3-3/4 of the way full

(i broke the law with the whole 2/3 3/4 thing)

sprinkle tops of muffins with remaining chocolate chips.

bake on 375F (190C) for 18 minutes (toothpick inserted in center should come out with few slightly fudgy crumbs

blessed be 🌙💘

[thedaveandkimmershow]

April 5 Friday

Yesterday morning began around 8 with strategizing.

Why?

Because the sun's gone missing. The temperature dropped ten degrees. The wind's picked up a little. And sprinkles of rain are taunting us.

Leaving us with a question:

Wouldn't we be better off inside?

In the meantime, Kimmer 'n I do the hash browns 'n greek vanilla yogurt breakfast that's become an odd tradition for the week. By quarter to nine, all of us are up and reasonably aware. By 10:30 we make the call to go for a walk on the beach.

This is a Kyle thing he's got in his head so Kimmer 'n I join he and Dylan as we start down the hill, not knowing if we'll even make it through the tunnel that might be flooded. And then after that, how windy and miserably cold would it be on the beach?

We were about to find out.

So we're standing there at the tunnel entrance. At first examination, it seems flooded with water, wall to wall. Look again, though, and you spot sections of mud rising just barely above the water. Very fudgy mud... but pseudo-solid ground nevertheless.

For a moment Kimmer's seriously thinking about turning back. Kyle 'n I are wearing flip flops so I suggest Dylan, who's wearing socks and sports shoes, head back to camp while we trudge ahead. Dylan, however, is game to continue, removing his socks and shoes and, by 'n by, we all come around to continuing this adventure, squishing step by step through the tunnel.

Coming to the end facing the beach, a surprise. Instead of the tunnel floor continuing into beach sand, there's now a drop-off, a waterfall that drops the water flowing through the tunnel two to three feet below into an ever-deepening pool giving way to a channel actively being carved through beach sand all the way to the ocean. From time to time, sand along the edge of the channel will break away and fall into the relentlessly flowing water.

Fortunately for us, to the right of the water falling from the tunnel's exit, is a section where you can step a foot down onto the actual beach and continue on your way.

So we do. 

At this point, the sun's trying to bluntly push through the cloud cover. It's not raining. It's not windy. It's actually not cold.

Not warm, really. But not cold.

For a moment, I take in the panorama of ocean, cliffs, mansions of the rich and anonymous. 

To my right a jogger running along the surf. In the distance, massive cliffs against which the Pacific pummels itself. Up above, a wing of birds in formation approaches us, flies above us. 

And then the sun breaks through.

This is a temporary state of events. The sun is shining through a hole in the clouds that itself is moving, creating a spotlight of sun moving across the beach in front of us, over us, and passed us.

Kimmer 'n I manage a few selfies in the sun before the light escapes down the beach.

After that, the boys break away on their own exploration of the surf and rock formations and tidal life. We do something similar but more like a casual stroll punctuated by photo ops.

We got a lot of pictures down in the beach. The surprise for me was discovering baby barnacles... although maybe they were baby mussels. So small, so young, I wasn't sure.

Definitely the baby sea anemone were a revelation. I didn't know they were protected (or protected themselves) in their earliest stages with bits of broken, colorful shells that fully cover their bodies as if someone had gone crazy with full coverage sprinkles. Then, as the anemone grow, the bits of broken, colorful shells are displaced by soft body.

The last surprise were all the different colors of rock we came across in various formations. Patterns of grey, for example. Green hues. Black. Red. I don't remember the variety of colors from our previous trips.

By 'n by, we make it to another part of the beach where water's streaming from inland in a constant enough flow that it erodes the beach, creating a two to three-foot drop where none existed before, a pool of water more significant than the one at the tunnel, and a channel cut through the beach in a curve down to the water, causing us to look for the best and driest place to cross like a stepping-rock. 🙂

The boys had fun with this, jumping across various sections of channel, "helping" some of the sand along the channel break off more quickly and, yes, sometimes falling on their butts from all this activity with sand that's breaking away.

In the end, the entire endeavor felt like a grade school field trip to the beach and we were the parent volunteers for the day. 🤨

Around 11:40 Kimmer realizes we've gotta get back to camp 'cause we have lunch plans for Ruby's dinner to celebrate Kyle's birthday that's due next Thursday but we're here right now.

So we turn back along the beach, across the channel, through the tunnel, quick stop to wash our feet and flip flops, up the hill, back to camp by quarter passed noon, on the road at twelve-thirty, sliding into our booth for five at quarter to one.

We're improvising off our original plan that was to have birthday dinner at Ruby's and then Kimmer's cousin and the boys would head straight to Irvine from there because of a standing schedule on Friday. Because the sun's gone missing, though, and the rain's establishing its domain, the current plan is to skip out after lunch.

We do Ruby's for an hour or so, delighting in burgers and fries and shakes, family banter, and a bit of photography out front where they have four classic cars on display. Transportation from another age.

Soon's we're back at camp, packing begins for real. 

Kimmer takes her nephew aside a moment on her laptop to pick out his birthday present. He's expressed a wish for a better pillow than the one he's using that's fit for retirement. They check out Amazon and settle on seemingly just the right style that'll arrive the next day. Afterward, Kimmer writes an involved non-birthday birthday card that Kyle appreciates for its non-birthdayness. ☺️

At quarter to three, Kimmer's cousin's gotta head out without the trailer 'cause he's got a tool he's gotta pick up. So he's gonna be making a couple trips to his home.

This is the first.

Meanwhile, the boys begin taking down and folding their tent despite the wind picking up. It's an annoying task but, once they take up their folding task in front of our van where there's hardly any wind, they get the job done.

In the meantime, Kimmer 'n I have retired to the van where she continues her studies and I begin the involved task of tweaking the day's photographs.

Once the boys are all done, though, they join us for a game of Uno Attacks! because they've yet to sit down for cards with Kimmer.

After Kimmer resets our bed into a table 'n comfy benches area where we'll sit down to play, we all pile into the van where the games begin without interference from the wind or the rain.

Derek rolls in quarter after four just after I take a massive beating at the hands of Kimmer, Kyle, and Dylan who each play plus-two cards at me to add a total of six new cards to an already full hand. Not that that's the end of the world, it's just that Kimmer put down her plus-two then Kyle put down his plus-two then Dylan put down his plus-two in a plot twist that defies all logic.

Plus it seemed quite personal with everyone ganging up like that. 🤨☹️🤬 

Later, though, I make a magnificent comeback, calling out "Uno!!!" when finally I'm down to one card and everyone's still holding four to six.

Then Dylan plays his swap-hands card and now I'm the one holding four cards while he's the one calling 'Uno" like a boss.

He wins a coupla minutes later.

All in all it was a severely epic game. Aside from the ups and downs and knives in the back, we went through the full deck once and then, after reshuffling the discards and putting them in play again, we went through a quarter more of that deck before the game came to its merciful end.

It was a long game, is what transpired.

A loooooooooong long game. 

By the end I could hardly concentrate. For a minute there I almost thought we were playing Go Fish again.

Anyway...

The game wraps, Kimmer's cousin returns, and the rest of our camp is packed up, leaving us with the awning over the picnic table. 

We won't be bringing that awning back with us, by the way. It's pretty much done for after fifteen years of consistent use along the ocean, near lakes, in forests, and out in the desert. So when we're done and ready to leave, we'll collapse it and throw it away.

For now, we're waving our family a fare-thee-well as they take to the road, teardrop trailer in tow.

We even run over to the road they'll use as they loop around so we can wave to them some more.

And then they're away.

We walk back to our van and back it up to the picnic table and tarp. Then we settle down inside at the table again, splitting a beer and hummus and rice chips while Kimmer studies and I continue tweaking the day's photographs including the family snaps I took before Derek and the boys took off.

While we're inside, the weather does a number of things. At five thirty the sun appears briefly on its way down and I take a couple photographs of the van with our travel companion, Oatmeal Bear, seated on the dashboard between the steering wheel and the windshield.

With the weather seemingly cooperating, Kimmer takes the opportunity to reorganize all of our stuff in the van so it makes more sense.

Then, back to our table we go and the weather gets worse.

More rain. More wind.

It gets darker outside.

Nighttime. Falling.

And all our tech needs repowering. Everything's running out of juice and this.

Is not going well.

So we kick around the idea of leaving now, not the next day. There's a little friction in the decision-making because we're bailing on a certain amount of money we paid that we won't get back. So we call Kimmer's cousin around quarter past seven and he laaaaaaaaaaaaughs.

Because he knew it.

And tells us to get over there.

Now.

All we have to do before we leave is toss the awning. All we have to do is remove the fabric and collapse the metal frame.

No sweat.

Only...

We actually can't figure out how to collapse the metal frame opting, ultimately, for breaking it and forcibly bending and twisting pieces off and forcing all of it into an awkward metal pile heaved into one of those big trash containers with the black plastic lids you usually see out back of restaurants and grocery stores.

Got one of my fingers pinched along the way but we got 'er done.

Eventually.

And in the rain.

Quarter to eight we're on the road to Trade Joe's to grab some dinner we'll heat up later.

On our way into the store I ask Kimmer if we need to pick up some water as well because we're almost out. And she says

"No. We're not camping anymore."

In my mind, that statement marks the end of our camping experience this week.

So we arrive back at her cousin's place around eight forty-five, loading our personal bags and food from the van into the house before parking the van on the street.

By this time, Kimmer's cousin is bringing his day to a close so we don't see him much before he goess to bed.

In no time, Kimmer's got our Trader Joe's meat pies up and running and we settle on the couch with Kyle who's recommending we watch a show he 'n Kimmer watched the last time she was here.

The AppleTV series, "Shrinking".

Halfway through the first five shows, we hit Pause and I put together bowls of strawberries, ice cream, and whipped cream for everyone. No ice cream for Kyle, though, because he says ice cream and whipped cream don't go together.

Whatever. 😑

By the time I finish the fifth episode around quarter passed midnight, Kimmer's already in bed. 

And Kyle's asleep.

He's actually asleep even though I thought he was watching the show with me this whole time.

So I put our bowls away. 

Turn out the lights. 

And walk up the stairs to go to bed. 

🙂

[asamadou]

Enjoy rich, fudgy brownies that don't need any flour. If you can't eat gluten, or just love really chocolatey treats, these flourless chocolate brownies are perfect for you.

Ingredients: 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips. 1/2 cup unsalted butter. 3/4 cup granulated sugar. 1/4 cup cocoa powder. 3 large eggs. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. 1/4 teaspoon salt. 1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans optional.

Instructions: Warm the oven up to 175F 350C. A 8x8-inch baking pan should be greased. To melt the chocolate chips and butter together in a bowl that can go in the microwave, add them one at a time and stir them around every 30 seconds. Add the eggs, vanilla extract, salt, sugar, and mix until everything is well mixed. If you want to, fold in the chopped nuts. Place the batter in the baking pan that has been prepared and spread it out evenly. If you stick a toothpick into the middle and it comes out with wet crumbs, the cake is done. Let the brownies cool all the way in the pan before cutting them into pieces and serving them.

Prep Time: 15 minutes

Cook Time: 25 minutes

Vincent G

[artclasscore2]

4.

Brownies are similar to cookies. Instead of the circle shape they are served in squares or rectangles. Brownies also have a more fudgy texture and taste to them. They are made of sugar, flour, cocoa powder, powdered sugar, chocolate, eggs, oil, and water. My favorite thing about this dessert is that the top has this crunchy crumbly part. It’s super addicting but they are very rich so it stops me from eating too many of them. The first recipes for “brownies” originate back to the 1896 Boston Cooking School Cookbook. They were first molasses cakes that were baked in individual pans. Later in the years the brownie, that’s similar to today's brownies, were developed in the United States at the end of the 19th century and they became really popular in the beginning of the 20th century. Fast forward to today and brownies are one of the classic desserts Americans love. Bring them to any occasion and people will eat them.