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callsign-joyride · 1 month

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Slice of Your Pie - Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob moves into your neighborhood and you bake him a pie as a welcome gift. He comes over to thank you for it, and doesn't end up leaving your house until morning.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader

Content warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fingering, grinding, unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control), fluff

The nieghborhood that you lived in was small enough that you always knew when someone was moving in. You were enjoying your coffee on your porch when you saw a few trucks pull into the recently sold house right nextdoor. A few people stepped out of the first car, and some good looking guys got out of the moving trucks. You tried to subtly watch as they unloaded things into the house before walking down your driveway to get the mail. As you were checking the stack for anything that might’ve been junk mail, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m Bob. My friends are helping me move in, but I wanted to introduce myself before you went back inside,” he said. You smiled and introduced yourself, tucking the mail under one of your arms to shake his hand. You learned that he was in the Navy, and that he loved Star Wars. That fact made you smile, since your pajamas were currently a Princess Leia shirt and athletic shorts.

“Hurry up, Bob! This couch isn’t gonna unload itself!” Someone yelled.

“That’s Coyote. I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you.”

“Wait, Bob, do you like pie? I can make you one if you want.”

“Sure! Key lime is my favorite.”

“That’s perfect. I have a lime tree in my backyard. Oh, and my lemon tree occasionally hangs over your property so feel free to pick a few lemons whenever.”

“Thanks! I have a really good lemonade recipe so I might have to take you up on that.”

You went back inside and looked at the recipe in your grandmother’s cookbook and realized that you didn’t have the right limes for the pie. Getting them was easy, though, it just took a trip to the grocery store. The good thing was that it was a Saturday, so you had the day off from running your family’s business. It was a bookstore and cafe, and all of the pastries came from your grandmother’s cookbook. There had been talks of turning it into a bar at night, but that was going to be a long process.

Making the pie only took about forty minutes, but you had to let it cool in the fridge for at least a few hours. All of the moving trucks were gone, now replaced with a few cars in the driveway. You could hear laughter coming from the backyard, and it made you happy, because the last neighbors were close to the end of their lives and didn’t have guests over very often.

You were able to drop the pie off at around 6, and Bob had mentioned that everyone was getting ready to eat and that it would be the perfect desert. He even invited you to join the cookout, but you had already ordered a pizza and the delivery driver was on their way. You exchanged numbers before you went back to your house so that you could keep talking. Once you had disappeared from ear shot, Fanboy started talking about how hot he thought you were.

“Don’t make it weird. She probably has a boyfriend or something,” Bob said.

“I don’t think so. She spent her day making you a pie. A day that she could’ve spent with her boyfriend, might I add,” Phoenix said.

“But that’s the neighborly thing to do. Bring the new neighbor a pie or casserole. My mom always did it for our neighbors.”

“Most people aren’t working on Saturdays. I’m just saying that if I didn’t have to work and I had a boyfriend or girlfriend, I’d be spending my day with them. Anyway, let’s try this pie.”

Everyone had a slice of it after they finished with dinner. Even Hangman, who didn’t really like desert to begin with. Rooster thought it was so good that he kept coming back for seconds and thirds, soon passing out on Bob’s couch from all of the food that he ate. Bob waited for mostly everyone to leave before he texted you to see if you were still awake, since it was almost midnight. To his surprise, you responded that you were still awake, and you got too invested in your book so you lost track of time. He was at your door within five minutes, and you had a different set of pajamas on.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for the pie that you made. My friends and I thought it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome! Would you like to come in for a drink? I was just about to pour myself another glass of wine.”

“Sure.”

Bob followed you inside and took his shoes off by the door. You poured him a glass of wine before sitting on the couch and using your phone to play soft music. As you got to know each other more, you discovered that you had a lot in common, and you were both single. The dim lighting of the living room, combined with the wine and music, made the sexual tension stronger. He told a bad joke, but you started laughing anyways. He used that as his moment to gently kiss you.

You were into it right away, pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you started grinding on his hard cock. He broke the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off, and you quickly followed. He put his hands on your tits as you continued to grind on his cock.

“I’d love to continue this, but can we go to your bed? I’ve never really been a fan of having sex on a couch,” he said. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed, continuing to kiss you as he took your shorts and underwear off. He rubbed your clit and started to finger you while you were moaning and writhing underneath him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said.

“It’s all for you. Holy shit, it feels so good,” you moaned.

Once he figured out that you were ready enough for him, he took his shorts off and threw them by the bed.

“I don’t have a-,”

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

“Okay. You ready?”

You nodded and felt him slowly push himself into you. You moaned in pleasure and pulled him down to kiss you as he started thrusting faster. You could tell that he was close as he started rubbing your clit so that you could both release at around the same time. The fire in your stomach was burning hotter until you finally released, and Bob quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach. He rolled over and reached for the box of tissues that you kept by your bed before cleaning both of you up.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded his head, cuddling with you until both of you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning from your alarm going off, Bob was still holding onto you.

“I have to be at work in an hour and a half,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you something to eat or some coffee?”

“No, I usually have my breakfast at work. Thanks for the offer, though. Do you want to shower together?”

Bob nodded his head and followed you to the bathroom. The shower was intimate, but not sexual, something that you enjoyed.

With your bag over your shoulder, you stepped outside of the house and walked to your car.

“I really enjoyed last night. Maybe we could go out on an actual date next time, though,” you said. Bob started blushing, and he stammered out a “yes” while nodding his head. You chuckled and got into your car to go to work. The day went by quickly as you did multiple things around the little bookstore. Not very many customers came in, but it was a Sunday, so people were usually doing other things. You heard the bell of the door ring as someone walked in, so you finished putting copies of Frankenstein on the shelves before heading to the front of the store.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” You asked as you walked to the register. Bob was standing there, smiling.

“I didn’t know that you worked here,” he said as he tried not to laugh.

“I own the place, it’s my family’s business.”

“Oh, nice. I guess I’ll have to come by more often, then.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 11 months

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Ok for the smutty blurbs, I need a “needy Steve” maybe he’s been apart from the reader for too long but when they first see each other they have to get through a family dinner first so it just drags it out that little bit longer and the boy is desperate… but in the sweetest way. Lots of kisses and nose nudges 🫠🫶🏻

18+

It had been just over two weeks since you’d seen Steve, the last kiss shared on your driveway, chaste and parent appropriate before you drove off with your family, heading for a reluctant vacation in Palm Springs.

You’d spent most of your time by the pool, head hidden in a book, skin warmed by the sun and your thoughts completely occupied by the boy you’d left behind. It would’ve been pathetic if you hadn’t returned to be greeted by your boyfriend who’d clearly missed you just as much.

Steve had been at your front door before you had managed to get your suitcase up the stairs, a grin on his lips that made his face light up, eyes bright and trained on you even when your father opened the door.

He was half forced into an impromptu dinner with your parents, pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen island that everyone picked at as he politely as your mother how she enjoyed California, and did your dad get a chance to play much golf?

It was hard to keep up with the conversation, to follow the topic when all you could do was watch the way Steve’s lips moved when he spoke, how he licked over them after every sip of lemonade, how you knew he’d taste like citrus and mint when you finally got him alone. And he stared at you across the kitchen like he knew, like he was just as desperate to get his hands on you as were, like he knew how much you’d missed him, like he was intent on proving that he’d missed you even more.

But he was too polite, offering to do the dishes for your mom as she fawned over him, chattering about lasagna recipes and could he ask his friend Eddie to look at her car exhaust?

Maybe it was only twenty minutes, maybe it was an hour. But it felt like another two weeks before your parents left to visit the neighbours for some wine, before you were able to drag your boyfriend up your staircase, feet tripping over each other as you barrelled into your bedroom.

The bed bounced as you fell onto it, cool sheets crushed underneath overheated skin, Steve immediately holding himself over you so he didn’t squish you. But you spread your legs for him, urged him into the cradle of your hips so he could rock down into you, rolling and grinding just to show you how hard he was.

Desperate, needy, on edge.

“Babe, baby,” Steve whispered, cheeks all pink and lashes fluttering. He looked dizzy as he gazed down at you, lips catching yours in a kiss that was achingly soft. “Missed you, shit, y’got no idea. Need you so fuckin’ much.”

You wanted to tell him that you did know, that you missed him the same, maybe more. But Steve ducked his face to yours, nose nudging against your own in a gesture that was awfully sweet. You breath hitched, cheeks warming at the touch, chin tilting up in search for another kiss.

“Steve, please.”

It went on like that, clothes shed with an urgency you hadn’t experienced before, shorts on the floor, bra hanging from the bedpost, Steve’s shirt lost to the mess of your half unpacked suitcase. His hands were everywhere, all consuming in the best way, rough and warm and running up and down your ribs before they were spreading your thighs and teasing at your folds.

He hissed and swore at the slick he found, the warm wetness that made his eyes roll back. He played with you until you were whining, glassy eyed and gasping at the way Steve couldn’t stop his cock nudging up against your hip, leaking and too hard, the roll of skin on skin making his breath come in short pants.

It was easy to give him what he wanted, easy to pull him back into your arms and wind your hands into his hair as he slid into you. And just for a moment, the desperation stilled, just for a little while. The wet, hot heat of you making Steve sigh, the stretch of his cock making you keen. He found you again, his nose nuzzling against yours, the smile on his face lazy and soft, the rock of his hips against yours sending electricity up and down your spine.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 11 months

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Hey Cowboy!

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

Summary:After a long day of working in the fields, Eddie comes home to find you sunbathing topless in the garden. (No real plot here let’s be real, it’s just a set-up for some filth.)

Warnings:18+, Smut, Small bit of fluff, Flirting, All of the petnames (Darlin’, Sweetheart, Little Missy, Princess, Pretty Girl), Making Out, Nipple Play, Thigh Riding, Teasing, I don’t think I’ve missed anything but let me know so I can tag it.

Word Count:2,084

Authour’s Note: I was inspired after seeing @oneforthemunny ‘s Summertime Writing Game prompts, and really wanted to try my hand at writing Cowboy!Eddie since I’m already obsessed with him. It’s my first time writing an AU fic for a character, so please be kind. I’ve read through this a few times so I don’t think there’s any spelling mistakes, but I could be wrong, so be kind with that as well.

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It had been a long, hot and busy summer day for Eddie, the sun had been beating down on his skin all day as he wrangled his cattle to a new field, as well as repairing the fence to keep his herd from straying too far. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand as he finished up for the day.

Eddie rode his horse back to the ranch, before setting Bandit back in his stables, the horse snorting with a soft snuff.

“You did a good job today” he praises, gently patting the horse between his ears. “Get some rest, buddy” he says, earning him another soft snuff from the black and white horse.

He made his way back to his house. His home he shared with you. However, before he can even set a dusty boot over the threshold, he notices a little handwritten note stuck to the door.

"There's freshly made lemonade in the fridge, grab yourself a glass and come meet me out back, cowboy x"

Toeing off his cowboy boots and kicking them outside the door he makes his way through the house. He slips his hat off, hanging it up on the hook in the hallway, before pulling free his unruly dark curls from the bun tied at the nape of his neck.

As he makes his way into the kitchen to grab himself a glass, he can't help the slight smile that tugs at his lips as he sees you've been busy too. Multiple pies set on the windowsill to cool. You'd been working hard on some new recipes ready to sell at the up-coming county fair and if anyone knew you, then they were probably all too aware of your famous fruit pies. They were the reason that you'd met your cowboy in the first place. You owned a little bakery just in town, and Eddie had been just another customer.

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He strolled in with an air of confidence as he told you all about how his friend, Steve, had told him that this was the best bakery in the town.

"Told me that your pies are the sweetest thing he's ever eaten, Darlin' and when I heard that I thought I'd better come see for myself" he smirks.

You smile at his cheekiness, and you pretend to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at being called "Darlin'". The pet name rolling off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Well what sort of pie would you like, Sir?" You ask, trying to at least remain professional in your own bakery.

"Well they all look so damn delicious" he says, eyes pouring over every pie behind the glass showcase, "How 'bout I let you decide for me? Although, I hardly doubt that someone as sweet as you could make anything taste bad." He flirts shamelessly and winks at you with a grin.

"I think a slice of Peach and Raspberry pie will be just the thing for you, Sir." You tell him as you move to cut him a decent slice. The Peach Raspberry pie was one of your most popular flavours, so hopefully your new customer would enjoy it too.

He pays for his slice and you hand him his plate. He takes it to one of the small tables set up in your bakery as he begins to tuck in.

Just as you're about to ask him if he's enjoying his food, a rush of customers come in for the afternoon to take away a slice of their favourite sweet treat. You serve them as quickly as you can with a smile, but your eyes are always drawn to the mysterious, tall, dark-haired man sitting in the corner.

The rush of the afternoon dies down, and the last customer walks out, the bell above the door ringing loudly as they do, and the man who had previously been sitting at the table in the corner of your bakery gets up from his seat and begins to stroll up to your counter once more.

“Well I gotta commend you on your choice of pie, Sweetheart, it was delicious. I was hoping you maybe had some left for me to take home?” he asks with a politeness and drawling southern charm that catches you off guard.

“Well unfortunately we’re all out of raspberry peach pie, it’s one of our best sellers” you smile proudly. “..but I do have a few slices of our apple and cinnamon pie left, and between you and me, that’s my favourite.”

“Well you’ve not steered me wrong with your choices yet, so I trust that this’ll be another excellent pie”

You cut him a generous slice and go to box it up for him to take home.

“Here you go, Sir” you say as you hand him the white to-go box tied up with a red and white gingham ribbon.

He hands you the money and thanks you kindly.

Just as he’s about to turn and make his way out the door he looks at you over his shoulder, his lips curving up into a cheeky grin

“Name’s Eddie, by the way.” he tells you with a cheeky wink before walking out.

That was over two years ago and Eddie continued to visit your shop once a week, with occasional second visits on the weekend, because as he jokingly told you “you make it very hard to stay away, Darlin’. Between your amazing pies, and your beautiful self, I don’t know what a man’s gotta do to catch a break around here.”

It wasn’t long before all the flirting from him had turned into him asking you on a date, and you subsequently saying yes. One date turned into two, and two dates turned into you staying the night at his place, until eventually you had been living together comfortably in Eddie’s big country house ever since he asked you to move in with him.

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Eddie pours himself a glass of your homemade lemonade. The cool sweetness of this drink immediately cooling him down after working hard in the field all day.

He looks out of the kitchen window to see you in the back garden spread out comfortably on a sun-lounger.

You’re lying on your front, hair twisted up in a bun on your head, you nose buried in between the pages of a book.

However, it was your state of dress, or rather undress, that had caught your cowboy’s eye. There you were, in the smallest pair of white bikini bottoms, and the expanse of the sun-kissed skin of your back was uncovered. You weren’t wearing the matching bikini top. You were lying in the sun completely topless.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here then, Little Missy” Eddie drawls out as he makes his way towards where you’re laying.

“Hi, baby!” you beam, turning your head to look at him. His long hair falls around his shoulders, and his skin is bronzed with a sun-warmed glow, and the freckles on his nose are even more prominent from working those long hours in the hot, southern sun.

“Seems as though the top half of your bikini has gone missing, Darlin’” he teases, the rough pads of fingers running up the spread of your back and shoulders.

“Didn’t want tan lines, Ed” you explain. “Besides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna see me like this, we’re so far out, there’s literally nobody for miles.”

“That’s very true.” he smirks, you weren’t wrong, his house was tucked away, no neighbours of any kind to speak of for quite some distance. “That gives me an idea, Princess. Sit up for me, will you?”

You do as he says, setting the bookmark between the pages of your book and placing it on the ground beside you. You turn around in your sun lounger, facing Eddie, your bare breasts fully on display for him to admire.

Eddie easily picks you up with his strong arms as he sits in your sun lounger, placing you in his lap. The coarse material of his denim work jeans are a rough contrast against the soft skin of your thighs.

“There we go.” He drawls, his chocolate brown eyes taking in the view in front of him. “Now that is a pretty sight, indeed”

He makes sure to kiss you. Kissing you deeply and passionately as he tongue sweeps between your lips. The passion he ignites in you warms you from the inside. You could kiss him for the rest of your life and that would be enough for you.

His big hands creep up from where they were resting on your hips to cup your breasts. He gives the soft flesh a gentle squeeze, and his thumbs rub over your nipples, perking them up from the attention they were getting.

He watches your expression change, watching as quiet little whimpers fall from your lips and you begin to slyly rock your hips against his thighs.

“Oh, my pretty girl likes that, does she?” he playfully teases, a smirk playing at his lips.

You continue to rock your hips against his thigh, the denim of his jeans providing a delicious feeling of friction as you grind yourself against him.

Your own hands suddenly find themselves wandering up Eddie’s plaid shirt-covered chest, your eager fingers toying with the buttons. You undo the top four buttons of his shirt enough to see his chest, where his tattoos are on display for you to see. Your favourite tattoo of his is a small horseshoe tattoo over his heart. A tattoo he'd gotten when he realised how much you meant to him. When he'd had it done, he showed you and explained that it's because he was lucky to have met you, and he still counts his lucky stars that you're still with him each and every day.

His mind wanders to that little velvet box he's got hidden away in his bedside drawer. He'd ask you, one day, when the time was right.

He leans his head close to your chest, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses over your collarbones, and between the valley of your breasts. He makes sure to give equal attention to each of your breasts, showering every inch of soft skin with as many kisses as he could. His tongue darts out from between his pink lips, to swirl around your nipple, before he sucks it into the warm heat of his mouth, teasing it to a hardened peak and releasing it with a wet pop, before turning his attention to the other nipple and giving the same attention.

You’re desperately rutting your hips over his thigh, chasing the high of your orgasm. The tight feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger with every shift of your body over him. You were getting close, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself to him.

“You getting close, pretty girl? You gonna come for me, ain'tcha” he teases in his southern drawl.

His big hands holding firm on each of your hips help you to rut yourself over his thigh. Your clit pulsing with every drag against his jeans.

“That’s it pretty girl, show me how good you can ride" he huffs out with a lazy smirk. "Come for me, make a mess of my jeans.”

And with a few more rolls of your hips the ever-tightening knot in the pit of your stomach snaps, and you're riding out your orgasm with a pulsing shudder and whimpering moan.

"That's a good fuckin' girl, swear you look so pretty riding my thigh like that, Darlin'" he praises as he helps you to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, your fingers reach out towards where his cock is pressing against his Wranglers, a very obvious bulge confined under the denim. You begin to unbuckle his belt with a 'clink' but his big hand reaches out to stop you before you pop his button and can unzip his fly.

'Your turn now, Ed…Wanna make you feel good too.." you tell him, your eyes already sparkling with desire.

He picks you up with ease, throwing your body over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, giving you a quick and cheeky slap to your ass as he does.

"Let's take this inside, shall we?" He asks with a sly smile. "I'm not finished with you quite yet, Princess."

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treason-and-plot · 9 months

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“Where’s Roy?” says Sonia after she has hugged all the children and given Violet a quick but loving kiss on the lips. “Isn’t he coming?”

“Yeah, he's here. He just had to go to the bathroom,” says Henrietta. Violet gives Sonia a knowing look. Sonia arches her eyebrows high in reply. “Later,” Violet mouths. She isn’t going to let Roy ruin her reunion with Sonia, who looks incredible- clear- skinned and animated and glowing with health.

“Are you all better now, Mummy?” says Alexandra.

“Very nearly,” says Sonia with a smile. “I just needed a lot of rest. And some…tools.”

“What kind of tools?” says Angus.

“Coping tools,” says Sonia. ”For when things get a bit too much.”

“Cool,” says Angus. “Are you coming home soon? I’m getting sick of Apollo’s cooking. He puts too much garlic in everything.”

This makes Sonia and Violet laugh. The girls fill Sonia in on what has been happening at school, and the fact that they have all lost baby teeth since Sonia ‘went away.’ Angus’s football team made the semi-finals. The Book Club selection for this month is ‘Down the River Unto the Sea’ by Walter Mosley, chosen by Violet. And their friend Effie announced at the Book Club meeting last week that she’s pregnant!

“That's wonderful. She must be so happy,” says Sonia. “Where was the meeting held? At Lyndall’s house?”

“Yeah, and everyone was bitching about how cold it was, but she wouldn’t turn the heating on,” says Violet. “She served up some delicious lemonade scones, though. I got the recipe.”

“What reason did you give them for me not being there?” says Sonia.

“I just said you weren’t well,” says Violet. “Nobody asked any questions. Well, nobody except Judy, of course. You know what she’s like. But she realised I wasn’t going to tell her anything so she shut up. Eventually.”

“She’s such a gossip,” says Sonia. Angus and the girls ask if they can go for a walk around the grounds.

“There’s a lovely fishpond down the end of that path,” says Sonia. “You should go and have a look. Please makes sure nobody falls in, Angus. And don’t talk to anyone.”

"I've missed you so much," says Violet after the kids are our of earshot, plonking herself down next to Sonia. "I need to give you a proper kiss. Come here."

They are so engrossed that they don't hear Roy approach.

"HELL YEAH," he whoops, punching the air. "That's what I'm talking about. Hey, is either of you hungry? How about both of you scooting over and making some room for a Roy sandwich?"

#roy #Sonia #back to bridgeport #5 years later #Violet #sims 3 #Angus #Henrietta #Alexandra #Joanna

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vera-deville · 7 months

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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 13 - Bat (Malleus Draconia)

10/14/2023

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader

Word Count: 870

Warnings: None that I can think of (except for a few curses)!

Gender: GN

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For once, Y/N had the time (and budget) to clean up their dorm. Ramshackle was in terrible shape. Everyone knew that.

But very few knew just how bad the living conditions could get. The first night Y/N went to sleep at Ramshackle, they'd cried themselves to sleep. There was a constant draft, they only had the clothes on their body from when they fell into the world, there were cobwebs everywhere, and their allergies had a field day.

Eventually though, it did get somewhat better. After raising concerns about their ability to survive in such conditions to multiple of the school faculty, they were able to make a room for themselves (plus it had an ensuite bathroom), and before they knew it, they didn't feel so lost and lonely anymore.

However...

That was no excuse for the rest of their dorm to remain as unsightly and dilapidated as it was. After months of doing odd jobs anywhere and everywhere, raising fundraisers, demanding payment from the headmaster for all the things he'd make them do, and a bunch of other things, Y/N finally had enough money to freshen up the whole place (plus the spring break they wished to utilize was finally here).

Of course, it was to be a process that would take a week at bare minimum, as Ramshackle, though in terrible condition, was a rather large dorm in and of itself. The first thing Y/N would have to do was dust the whole place down (they really regretted not asking Malleus to help them with that part in particular). Then, they'd have to move the boxes and whatnot and throw out whatever wasn't necessary anymore.

Grim was sent to Heartslabyul for the day, and Riddle had assured Y/N that he would take the utmost care of the very unwilling feline.

Thus, the first day of dusting (and some other cleaning) had gone by, and all that was left to finish cleaning were the attic rooms. It was slow progress, but progress nonetheless. Besides, they'd just have to pull through for a few more hours, after which they'd be joined by their four favorite boys from Diasomnia to help them.

"There you guys are!" Y/N, as the large box they were carrying was lifted out of their arms and into another's. They met with Malleus' face, one that exuded joy, before meeting with the others' faces. Lilia had his signature boyish smirk and Silver, though tired, did sport a gentle grin. Sebek wasn't looking at them (why would he when Malleus had entrusted him with a box), but that wasn't something that bothered them.

"I apologize for arriving so late Darling," Malleus responded.

"Nah, it's fine. I was doing fine by myself."

"Now that we are here, you will be more than fine!"

Lilia snorted off to the side.

To reward everyone for all their hard work and to show their appreciation, Y/N made some cool lemonade (their own personal recipe) and brought it up to the attic, where they last left everyone.

Except there was no one there.

Figuring that they'd all gone out of the room to either get rid of or retrieve something, Y/N leaned to place the tray of lemonade on a resting box. But there was this feeling that kept nagging at them. It felt like someone was watching them. Holding the tray back closer to their chest, Y/N looked around the room, out the window, and out the room's door. There wasn't a soul in sight apart from them.

Trying to shrug the unmistakable feeling, they turned around, walking towards the box to set down the lemonade (that was starting to take a toll on their arms from carrying around for so long).

And that's when they heard it.

A chitter.

Everything happened so fast after that.

One second, they turn their head towards the clearly animal sound, intent on finding the source, when a black flash flew straight at their face. They could have sworn that the thing had red eyes, but that wasn't Y/N's priority, as they were currently falling in slow motion, backwards, with the lemonade tilting towards their direction.

Shit.

The crash seemed to bring everyone back to life, because soon after it occurred, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek were bolting it towards the source of it, only to find Y/N laying on the ground, drenched in some liquid.

That and Lilia sitting next to their face in his bat form, poking their face.

Malleus wasted no time in cradling Y/N under his arms and shaking them out of whatever shock they were in. "Darling? Darling! Wake up!"

Sebek leaned on the other side of Y/N with a towel and started helping them dry off.

"I just saw a demon."

Silver couldn't help but let out a giggle, hearing the Ramshackle prefect say such a thing.

"That was just Father."

Confused, Y/N looked at him for an explanation. Yet, there was none. Silver simply pointed behind them, and that's when they noticed the bat. Something about it seemed eerily familiar, and that's when it hit them.

Red eyes.

Yeah, they were so going to kill Lilia.

Author's Note: You're gonna pretend that this fic totally wasn't a day late got it? 👀

Also, it should not have been as hard as it was finding a bat header-

See you in the next fic!

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howdoesagrapewrites · 9 months

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𝘼𝙏𝙎𝙑 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

Cw: no witty title, it's just headcanons about their weather preferences.

MILES MORALES is a totally a spring/autumn kind of guy, maybe slightly inclined towards fall, he likes the cafes and overall aesthetic, drawing on rainy days typa stuff. And he likes the cold weather outfits better, he doesn't get that cold, but his mom definitely tells him to wear more layers of clothing because it's cold and he'll get sick.

Heat resistance: 6/10

Cold resistance: 7/10

GWEN STACY is a summer girl, surprisingly. However, her heat tolerance is very bad, so it's common to her to have a killer headache after a beach day, she says it's worth it, she also sunburns really easily and has to apply sunscreen in copious amounts. She doesn't dislike the cold, but I think her favorite part of winter is the snow, she loves snowball fights (snowball wars, to her) and hot cocoa, she doesn't like spring as much since she became spider-woman, she doesn't have terrible allergies, but she has some, and it gets hard to breathe under the mask.

Heat resistance: 4/10

Cold resistance: 7/10

PETER B. PARKER is also an autumn enjoyer, he loves Halloween, loves the occasional rain, and it loves that the color palette reminds him of Mary Jane, he's cheesy like that. He likes winter too, mostly Christmas (I headcanon him as partly jewish, but he celebrates Christmas, you cannot tell me this man doesn't leave cookies for Santa), summer is not his favorite part of the year, but he learned to love it for his wife.

Heat resistance: 5/10

Cold resistance: 9/10

HOBIE BROWN has no preferences, I mean, he has them, but they're constantly changing. He likes winter/fall clothes better, but it doesn't matter, because this motherfucker has the best heat tolerance ever, he doesn't even break a sweat, it's 40°c outside and he's wearing a leather coat and combat boots while Gwen is becoming a puddle on the floor. He likes to eat ice cream, no matter the season, he also bites ice lollies/popsicles. 💔

Heat resistance: 10/10

Cold resistance: 8/10

PAVITR PRABHAKAR loves spring, he doesn't like that valentine's day is in winter, he thinks it should be in spring!! It's much nicer!! He also likes the festivals that occur that time of the year. He has mild allergies but not enough to make him dislike this beautiful time of the year. He likes the rest of seasons equally, but spring takes the grand prize by a long shot. He doesn't have particularly bad cold resistance, but he likes wearing a lot of knitted items.

Heat resistance: 7/10

Cold resistance: 7/10

MIGUEL O'HARA is a winter person. I think he really enjoyed summers when he had Gabriela, because she was on vacation and they did cool summer activities together. But now that time of the year brings him sadness, and he never loved the summer to start with, he doesn't like to sweat.

Heat resistance: 5/10

Cold resistance: 8/10

JESSICA DREW likes spring, she likes cold strawberry lemonade, maybe a beer after fixing her bike, he likes to get flowers for herself and be gifted flowers. She also strikes me as a morning person, so she loves those healthy breakfasts with fruits and granola. She likes having the summer vibe without the heat. She's another hot cocoa lover, but she wants to perfect the best recipe, and tries every winter, and she's a sucker for maple syrup, and can't wait to spend winters with his child.

Heat resistance: 8/10

Cold resistance: 7/10

MARGO KESS likes winter too, but it'd be most appropriate to say it's late autumn she likes staying indoors, but being able to go for a walk or simply step out of the house without a blizzard, she likes the freedom it provides, it doesn't force you indoors, it just makes it easier. She's adores the cottagecore spring though, but it's mostly the aesthetic, but it does feel nice to have some warmth hitting your skin after winter.

Heat resistance: 5/10

Cold resistance: 6/10

PETER PARKER aka Spider-Noir doesn't have much of a preference, his world doesn't have colors, so he can't fully appreciate spring, winter feels the most natural to him, but he'll pick summer because he likes seeing his Mary Jane in summer dresses. He has average tolerance for any climate, so he's quite indifferent.

Heat resistance: 6/10

Cold resistance: 6/10

PENI PARKER likes summer! She likes going to the pool, eating ice cream, going to convenience stores to buy icy treats, loves summer fruits, summer really cheers her up, spring is a close second though. She still likes winter, mostly the festivities.

Heat resistance: 9/10

Cold resistance: 8/10

GAYATRI SINGH likes spring, this is due Pavitr's influence, she always liked spring, but seeing him so hyped really pulls her heart strings, she also likes celebrating Sikh new year with her father, she has good childhood memories. She does hate something, and that's SWEAT, she hates it, she can stand sweaty hands, but she'd distract the other person and wipe her hands in desperation, and I'm sure she's the type of person who'd leave the bed because Pavitr was sweaty, or who'd take a cold shower in the middle of the night because of this. So summer is not for her, early spring is her favorite time. She also enjoys autumn a lot.

Heat resistance: 4/10

Cold resistance: 6/10

GANKE LEE is a winter lover through and through, he likes the snow, has mixed feelings about Seollal, but loves it most of the time, and his favorite part is staying inside drinking a hot beverage. He loves winter but has poor tolerance to the cold, like Gwen and summer, so he's freezing most of the time, but it's okay (he'll steal all the sweaters Miles doesn't use).

Heat resistance: 5/10

Cold resistance: 3/10

MILES G. MORALES was one of those kids whose nose constantly bled during the summer, he also fainted a couple times, he's embarrassed by it, so he always has a fan near him, and eats a lot of ice cream and cold drinks to lower his body temperature. He can't bring himself to hate summer though, it's his mother favorite time of the year, and he's a mama's boy. His favorite time of the year is also fall, because the weather isn't that extreme and he still gets to enjoy the cold.

Heat resistance: 2/10

Cold resistance: 9/10

RIO MORALES loves summer with her whole heart, she's the mom that makes caldo when it's hot like hell outside, she loves going to the farmer's market to buy fresh fruit, and she loves having a girl's night with her friends during the summer. She loathes the cold, not because she can't resist it, but because she is paranoid about her and her family getting sick. She used to give Miles those weird ass concoctions that claimed to solve every illness, she still threatens to give it to him when he's leaving home without a jacket. She trusts vic vaporub with her life.

Heat resistance: 10/10

Cold resistance: 7/10

JEFFERSON DAVIS is fucking cold blooded, when it's hot outside he acts like a lizard bathing in the rays of sunlight. Obviously his favorite season is summer. He wears so many layers under his police uniform he needs a bigger size during the winter. Jefferson loves Brooklyn and could never leave, but it's SO COLD, he has asked Rio more than once, "honey, do you ever feel like going back to Puerto Rico?" And she's like "Jeff what the hell???".

Heat resistance: 10/10

Cold resistance: 1/10

MARY JANE WATSON loves new year's eve and Christmas, winter really brings back beautiful memories of her youth with Peter, but MJ is a summer gal at heart. She has a (strictly monogamous) hot girl summer every year, she likes feeling sexy and desired by her husband and doesn't want to take the spark for granted. She loves taking Mayday to the beach with her, and buys her the cutest toddler bathing suits, they regularly buy matching ones, MJ wearing a bikini and May on a frilly onesie. Unlike the other snowbunnies in this post, she doesn't sunburn easily, just gets a lot more freckles. She still doesn't leave the sun screen behind, ever.

Heat resistance: 8/10

Cold resistance: 8/10

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thelittlestlovebug · 1 year

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Snacks and Drinks for Littles

🍼🌟0-1🌟🍼

🍼- Soft, squishy foods like Bananas, Blueberries, Etc. (i prefer in slices for any bigger foods!)

🍼- Angel Milk, Honey Milk, Etc. Are all great! (theres many recipes online!)

🍼- Add a spoonful of sugar to heated up milk, then put it in a bottle! Helps me feel tiny and like a baby!

🍼- If you struggle with lactose intolerance, almond milk with vanilla and a spoonful of sugar is delicious! And if you aren’t a fan of that, water with a small bit of flavoring added is great, though only around less then a teaspoon (though you should be drinking water anyways! water is good for you!)

🖍🌟2-4🌟🖍

🖍 - More foods are available, but you still need to be careful! Things like go-gurts, animal crackers, goldfish, popcorn, etc. are all great snacks for littles!

🖍 - Lemonade and things like juice-boxes and koolaid are good drinks! Though make sure to have water as well!

🖍 - Snacks like apple slices and peanut butter, fruit plates, vegetables, etc. are healthy snacks for all littles! But make sure to cut them up first!

🖍 - Meanwhile if you want a sugary treat, cookies, ice cream, brownies with ice cream on top (optional), crackers, and other snacks from your childhood are always delicious! Though make sure to watch out for allergies!

🎈🌟5-8🌟🎈

🎈 - While snacks from before are super tasty as well, you can have other snacks too now! For example, bigger foods, like whole apples! (Just make sure to take little bites, and be careful!)

🎈 - Tougher foods are also good now, things like jerky and other meats. But be careful, as some may be too hard or spicy! And if you don’t like meats, theres also things likes smoothies, which are yummy!

🎈 - As usual, drink at least a cup of water a day! But other tasty drinks include koolaid packs, juice boxes, and other juices you may like! You can get flavoring for water as well, iff you prefer that.

🎈 - Be sure to be careful if you have anything hot, such as hot chocolate, fresh baked goods, or fresh cooked foods can burn easily. So be sure to wait for it to cool a little!

🌈🌟9+🌟🌈

9+ can have most of the same stuff their caregivers have, with some obvious exceptions. Though some great foods are pasta, fruits, vegetables, go-gurts, and all the stuff from before!

#sfw agere #agere #agere blog #age regressor #sfw age regression #agere advice #agere community #age regression #agere snacks

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Pool Daze - j.t.k

NSFW 18+ MINORS, DNI!!

pairing: jake x f. reader

content warning: some drinking, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do it y’all fr!), temperature play (ice, ice, baby!), praise k!nk, slight orgasm denial, edging, just overall whore behavior ok y’all know the vibeee ;)

word count: 3.3k

summary: you spend a summer afternoon in the pool with Jake before he leaves for another leg of touring.

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Tennessee summers are no joke. It’s the third week that you’ve endured constant sunny days that heat up the concrete and humidity that makes the hairs stick to the back of your neck. The only positive thing about the heat was the fact that the house you had recently moved into with your boyfriend Jake had a very private backyard with a pool.

You spend every free moment you can alternating between dipping in the water and basking in the sun chair just at the pool’s edge. On days like today, the sun shines down from a cloudless sky and a consistent breeze keeps you from finding solace back in the air conditioning, making you content to stretch out with a new book. During the hotter days, Jake usually spends his time in the home studio, writing up new melodies and recording bits of arrangements to show the guys at their office, but you know he’s decided to join you as you hear the back door open and glance up to see him in a pair of red swim trunks with two drinks in hand.

Setting the drinks on the small table beside you, he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“How’s the book?”

You hum at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, tilting your face towards him to give him a proper kiss.

“A little slow,” you say onto his lips, “but I just started it, so hopefully it’ll pick up.”

He kisses you softly once more before straightening and to grab one of the drinks he brought with him. With a grandiose flourish of his free hand, he extends the glass towards you with a bow.

“I have brought m’lady a refreshment.” He tries and fails to contain his smirk as he looks up at you through his lashes. You giggle at his theatrics, taking the glass from his hand.

“Why thank you sir, I was quite parched.” you say, mirroring his false British accent. You can’t help but hold up your drink to admire his handiwork. “What did you make?” You rotate the glass to see the raspberries that settled at the bottom.

“A ‘raspberry lemonade vodka spritzer’, or at least that’s what the recipe I found said it was. I used those raspberries we got at the farmer’s market yesterday.” You look up at him to find him smiling softly down at you. Taking a sip, you savor the cold tartness of the drink and let out a soft moan of satisfaction.

“Baby, I don’t know if I can let you go back on the road next week,” you say to him as he raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from his own drink, “I think you’re gonna have to stay home and make me cocktails and kiss me instead.”

He laughs, leaning in to do just that.

“That’s very tempting, sugar.”

Pulling away much too soon for your liking, he sets his drink down and begins undoing the two buttons that hold his loose black shirt together.

“You gonna get in too?” he asks over his shoulder as he steps into the pool.

“Sure, gimme a sec to finish this chapter.” You try to focus on the words on the page, but you can’t help but steal glances up at Jake as he wades deeper into the water and dunks himself under, becoming fully submerged. He comes up for air and you admire the way the water travels in rivulets down his chest and arms. Suddenly, the breeze doesn’t seem as cool as before.

You watch him as he pushes back his wet hair with both hands, tipping his head back towards the sun. His skin is golden from days spent hiking when he was out on tour and you can see the veins in his hands that trail up his forearms, making your heart beat a little faster.

Book thoroughly forgotten, you stand up from your chair and grab both drinks, bringing them to the edge of the pool before stepping in yourself. The water sends a shock over your overheated skin, making you shiver. Luckily, you reach him in a few easy strides, the water only coming up past your belly button. His hands immediately reach to grip your hips as he pulls you to him.

“Hi,” he mutters into your hair, your arms wrapping around his neck in a loose hug.

His hands trail from your hips, up your sides, and back down in one long languid stroke while you stand there, enjoying each other’s company. You tighten your arms to pull him nearer and breathe in his scent. He smells of the woods with a hint of cigar smoke, a particular pairing that makes you lightheaded and your knees weak. His scent is grounding and safe. But it’s also extremely attractive. You don’t even care that he’s dripping wet as you bury your face into his neck and hold him close.

You smile as his hands begin to wander away from your sides and hips, drifting around your ass and grabbing a handful.

“I really like this suit on you.” he says, kneading your flesh. Your face warms with the compliment as your body hums under his touch. He grabs shamelessly at you, pulling you firmly against him so that you can feel him beginning to harden between you. Your lips leave a soft trail of kisses up his neck and his hum of encouragement makes you softly bite at the skin of his jaw. Jake has no intention of taking things slow as his hands move lower and he lifts you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist.

His lips find your own and it feels as if it’s the first time you’ve ever kissed, not the twentieth time today. You could spend forever kissing him. When he’s away on tour you miss him like crazy, the FaceTimes and phone calls nothing in comparison to his real presence. You only have three more days of this bliss before he’s back on the road, sharing his talent and beautiful soul with thousands of people. You will yourself to stay in the moment as his tongue enters your mouth. His lips are passionate and confident against your own, claiming you under the late July sun. You let out a soft moan as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls.

He releases you for only a second and his full lips are suddenly trailing over your cheek to your ear. His breath is uneven against you but you feel his smirk against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Hold your breath.”

He barely gives you a second to process his demand before his grip tightens on your thighs and he’s dunking you both under the water. Your arms cling to him on instinct as your head goes under. Luckily, the shock of the movement makes you take a gasping breath in and you hold it as your head goes under. The two of you are only fully submerged for less than a second, but you still come up sputtering for air.

“Jake!” you smack his wet chest, his grip never wavering on your legs that are wrapped around him. The sound of his laugh washes away any frustration you might have had as he continues his assault of kisses along your jaw.

“I just wanted to get you as wet as I can,” he murmurs against your neck and suddenly everything else in the world doesn’t matter. You’re fully focused on him as your blood heats up at the intention behind his words. His fingers start their wandering once more, coasting over your ass and hips to play with the strings holding your bathing suit together. You can tell that he wants more, his fingers tugging on the strings but never fully untying them. You want more too. You want all of it. All of him.

Your thighs clench around his hips as he begins to move. He wades through the shallow water until he reaches the three smooth steps that lead out of the pool. You think he’s going to carry you out and back into the house to finish what he started, but he gently sets you on the steps and unhooks one of your legs to hover above you.

Your hands trace the small rivers of water that run down his neck and he closes his eyes, taking in the feeling of your fingers on his skin. His touch wanders, continuing to tease the strings of your swimsuit, but two can play at that game. You don’t waste any time dragging your fingers down his chest and delicious stomach to the waistband of his red swim trunks. Your touch is featherlight as you tease him. His breath hitches as you trace his growing bulge over his swimsuit. You love the way you can make him react with such small actions. He is fully focused on your movement as your hand dips underneath his waistband and you grip him lightly.

He’s holding his breath, eyes trained on the movement of your hand, watching it stroke him out of view under his shorts. You lean up to kiss a vein that begins bulging in his neck at his lack of oxygen as you fall into a steady rhythm.

“Breathe, baby,” you whisper to him and your grip tightens at his base, encouraging him to break from his trance. His breath comes out in a jagged hiss as his gaze breaks away to meet yours. Fire burns behind his irises and it looks like he wants to devour you right there. You wouldn’t mind that. His hips jerk to meet the motions of your hand and soon he’s grinding into you, his piercing stare never leaving your own. Both of your breathing is ragged as he drops his forehead to yours.

He only breaks the eye contact as you twist your fist around him, causing more friction. His eyebrows scrunch together and his eyes squeeze close as he lets out a series of curses all in one erratic breath.

“Sugar, I’m not going to last much longer.” His voice comes out in a gasp, lips coming down to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. “Let me touch you first.” Though his voice shakes, his hands are sure as he grips your hips. His fingers tangle in your swimsuit bottoms in silent question.

“Yes,” you answer, your voice just as breathless as his. His hips still jerk with the motion of your hand as he yanks the fabric off of you. The soft browns of his eyes burn hotter at the sight of you, exposed for him, only covered by a shallow blanket of water.

Almost reluctantly, he grips the arm that is connected to him, stilling it and pulling it away from him with a kiss to your wrist.

“We’ll get back to that, don't you worry,” he mumbles as his attention is focuses right back to you.

Your body shakes with need as his hands grip your thighs once more and your lips connect in a hungry kiss.

“I’m– going– to– miss– you– so– much,” you say between jagged gasps from the feeling of his lips dragging down your throat and chest and his thumbs rubbing taunting circles over your inner thighs.

“Don’t think about that right now,” he breathes against your covered breast, using his teeth to drag your bathing suit top down to reiterate his point. “Be with me, here. Now.”

Though you nod fervently, he can tell your anxiety still lingers, worrying about the future time you’ll have to spend apart.

“Look at me.” His demand has your heart stuttering and you gaze immediately meeting his own. His eyes never leave yours as his head dips slightly, his tongue dragging from the bottom swell of your breast to the peak of your nipple. You fight the urge to let your eyes roll back at the feeling, his gaze too intoxicating to break. The corners of his lips lift in a sly grin at your discipline as he wraps his mouth around your nipple and sucks. Hard. Your hand shoots into his hair involuntarily, gripping him to you as a loud moan escapes you.

“Good girl,” he praises, trailing his kisses across your chest to focus on the other breast. You don’t know how it’s possible for your skin to heat up more than it already is, but it feels as if you’re about to burst into flame under his touch. Though he’s laser-focused on your chest, his hands still tease your thighs and hips underneath the water, gradually edging closer to where you really want him.

You shift your hips under him urging his hands along as they massage swirls into your skin. His hum of approval has you grinning while he brings his fingers to your core, stroking delicately. The world finally quiets, your thoughts taking a back seat while your brain short circuits from the pleasure. All you know is Jake and his deliciously rough fingers.

His fingers circle your entrance, teasing you as you squirm.

“Jake,” you moan.

“Shh, sugar, I know.” His voice is strained as he watches you under him, completely at his mercy. Finally he sinks a finger into you, just to his first knuckle, giving you what you want but not nearly enough. Your groan of frustration is cut off with a sharp gasp as he retreats and pushes his finger back into you, this time as far as it can go. Back and forth he goes, coaxing you through your pleasure and adding a finger until he fills you up fully.

You grip onto him, one hand digging into his bicep, the other still tangled in his hair. His fingers find an easy and confident pace, massaging your front wall while his thumb lightly teases your clit. Your breath leaves you in a mixture of gasps and moans while he works over you.

“Keep going baby,” you moan as he rubs on your clit in just the right way. You can feel yourself nearing that edge of bliss, just a few more strokes and you’ll be there–

“Wait.” His words startle you and your eyes snap down to lock with his once again. He smirks up at you, stopping the motion of his fingers, much to your frustration. You’re practically shaking with need but you try to take a deep steading breath and lean back against the slick tile of the pool while he reaches over and grabs one of the cocktails from the edge.

“Really?” you sigh exasperatedly, “You stopped because you wanted a drink?”

He doesn’t answer, but instead smirks again and takes a long sip, draining the liquid until nothing but ice and raspberries are left at the bottom. You scoff and lean your head all the way back, closing your eyes and trying to cool the heat still flowing through your sensitive body. You feel Jake move back over you, his palms dragging up the outsides of your thighs in teasing apology. Trying to breathe through his playful touch you keep your eyes closed. You don’t see what he’s doing until his fingers find your clit once more. Only it’s not his fingers that touch you. Your eyes pop open and you gasp at the feeling of the ice cube against your oversensitive flesh.

“OHMYGOD,” you squeal, your hips jerking away from him on instinct but his other hand anticipates the movement and grips your hip to keep you there. The temperature of the ice against you is almost too much and you shake with the force of the pleasurable surprise.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Jake rasps into your ear. “Keep taking it.” He massages the melting ice into you while leaving kisses up and down your throat and over your ear. You moan at his words and the relief as the ice disappears from between his fingers. He continues to rub into you, slowly warming you back up. You can barely get a full breath down and you can tell that he’s not unaffected by this as his free hand reaches down to adjust himself in his trunks.

You let out a shaky laugh at the explosion of feeling from the contrast of temperature on your skin which turns into a moan as Jake continues stroking you with calloused fingers.

“Again?” he asks timidly as if he hadn’t just blown your mind. Though the temperature was a shock at first, you were unbelievably turned on in the aftermath. You nod, unable to form words and he moves over you once again to reach into the empty glass.

“I want you to watch.” His voice is like gravel as he takes his free hand and grips the underside of your knee and pulls your legs apart as far as they can go, giving you both an unobstructed view. Your eyes are wide, trained fully on his hand and he smirks at the pink flush that stains your cheeks.

You can’t hold in the high pitched moan that escapes you from the first moment the ice connects with your skin. You watch as he drags the ice cube over your folds and pushes it onto your clit once again. Completely mesmerized and lost in pleasure, you buck into him, urging him to give you more. His hand leaves its grip on your knee and those familiar two fingers sink back into you easily.

You both moan loudly as your inner walls begin to spasm around his fingers, your orgasm finally crashing into you in an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

Your high is longer and more intense than you’ve ever experienced and as soon as the ice melts from the heat of you, Jake removes his hands, yanks his shorts down and pushes into you in one fluid motion. His hips jerk frantically as you continue to pulse around him. His moans and whimpers at the feeling of you only keep your high going as a second orgasm washes over you. Your fingers grip the wet hair at the base of his neck as he, too, reaches his peak, shooting you full with a loud groan.

It takes you both a few moments to come down from the euphoria, words completely lost to you. Your heavy breath mingles as he pulls out of you and you lightly kiss his temple, still wet from your little dunk in the water. His eyes are closed in exhaustion, but that doesn’t stop him from rubbing loving circles into your sides, soothing you.

Your chest rises and falls as you watch the clouds high in the sky above. The breeze is welcome as it washes over your bodies, cooling you and drying the water and sweat clinging to your skin.

“When you miss me, I want you to think about that,” he whispers after his breath evens out a bit.

“How will I get anything done? I’ll just be hot and bothered every minute of the day.” You smile down at the way he huffs a rough chuckle against you. You can’t help but drag your fingers through his hair earning a half-hearted groan.

“That sounds like a ‘you problem’ sugar,” he replies, squeezing your hips lightly.

You smile, soaking up the moments you have with him until you shift under his body, reality coming back to you and the feeling of the tile no longer comfortable against your exposed skin.

“Baby, let’s get out. I need you to show me if your cocktail skills are as good as your snack-making skills.” You push lightly against his shoulders as he reluctantly sits up and scoots off your body.

He leans up and kisses you tenderly.

“Anything you want.”

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A.N: hello my fellow whores :) I hope you enjoyed this very *wet* Jake fic… I know I did :) JGR and I have some more fic ideas cookin and we’re so happy you’re enjoying what we’ve written so far!

I hope you’re having a great day and I hope this didn’t make you too weak in the knees so you’re able to continue with that email to your boss or whatever (seriously, get back to work)

As always, Love and Light to you all <3

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #smut #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka x reader #jacob kiszka #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka series

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tyfinn · 9 months

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A Hamlet in the Sand

@mallpretzles Summer Word Challenge: Sand Castle

And thanks for the tag, friend! Last week's and this week's fic can also be found here.

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"Ooh! Thank you, Marcy! This is delicious!" David took a long sip of the fresh-squeezed lemonade that Marcy made earlier in the day.

"I'm so happy you like it, David! I'll be sure to pack some extra lemons for you boys before you head home!" She sat down in the blue Adirondack next to David.

Clint and Marcy invited Patrick and David to the lake house for the weekend. It has been a picture-perfect weekend; one David will be talking about for weeks to come. Between taking long walks by the lake with his husband, eating s'mores by the campfire, and taste-testing Marcy’s latest recipes, David honestly did not know which one he liked more.

Currently, he was lounging on the large back porch, sipping lemonade with his mother-in-law, enjoying the cool morning, and watching Clint and Patrick play in the sand. At least, that was what it looked like to David what they were doing.

"How long do you think they'll be out there?" David asked. He raised his white sunglasses up so that he could take a better look. From their vantage point, it was impossible to tell what his husband and father-in-law were constructing.

"Oh, until they are done, I guess. I remember the first summer we stayed here. Every morning, the first thing Patrick would do was check on the sand castles he made the day before. One afternoon Clint joined him, and they were out there until dark building an entire sand castle village! I’m sure I have pictures somewhere!” she laughed. “Have you seen what they are up to?"

David shook his head. "Nope. Apparently, I am forbidden to go down there until they are done."

"That's ridiculous! They've been down there for over three hours, and it's almost time for lunch. Come on. I'll bring them some lemonade as my ruse!"

As they walked closer, Patrick met them halfway. He greeted David with a peck on his cheek, careful not to get any sand on him. “Perfect timing! I was just going to get you to take a look. It’s not quite done yet, but there should be enough for you to tell what it is!” Patrick ran ahead as David and Marcy followed.

Clint was sitting on the small beach making the finishing touches that David could tell was a house. Patrick stood in front of what was a very elaborate little village.

Their little village.

David looked at his husband and tucked a small smile into his cheek. “What did you do?” he asked his husband. Although there were still some details that needed to be added, David could clearly tell what Patrick and his dad created was the main street of Schitt’s Creek. There was the Apothecary, Bob’s Garage, Twyla’s Cafe Tropical, the Town Hall, and the Rosebud Motel. It was at that moment he knew what Clint was working on. Their cottage.

“How did you- Patrick, this is truly beautiful.” Somehow, Patrick and Clint were able to capture the beauty of their little town in sand.

Patrick snuck up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around David’s waist and kissed his neck. “You like it, then?”

David nodded. “It truly is incredible. I love it.” Patrick lightly smacked David on his ass before he ran back to put those finishing touches on his main street.

It never ceases to amaze David how Patrick has this uncanny ability to make the ordinary extraordinary. By recreating their little town in sand, David is reminded, yet again, that they made the right decision to make their home in that little town.

#summer word challenge #schitt’s creek fanfic #david x patrick

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mylordshesacactus · 1 year

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Question 2 for all of your DND characters because they’re all cool

What are your OC’s food preferences?

Benny: No alcohol. She orders "lemonade or whatever you have that's weakest" at taverns (her deep dark secret is that she actually doesn't like lemonade at all, it's just reliable). She loves a good pork pie--it reminds her of home. In general, her preferences are for slightly spicy, aromatic foods that aren't too heavy or fatty; nothing that will make her feel sick if she's playing or dancing immediately afterward. If it can be held in one hand, that's a plus.

Rinda: Let Me Make Ye Some Eggs, Lad. (Simple, filling, and comforting; things that remind her, or someone else, of home.) Rinda is the kind of person who strongly believes that the stories on recipe blogs make the food taste better.

Sedge: Sedge Burdock lived with a druidic circle for several years trying to pay off her student loans (long story). She will eat wherever the hell has the most calories and the fewest cops but if you try to make her eat one more salad ever in her life she'll black out and kill everyone in the room.

Lorne: Lorne is a grad student on a merit scholarship. Her favorite food is "free".

Atri: Unseasoned pigeon. What? Is that weird? Uh.......kebabs? (She's an obligate carnivore who can't chew and also can't taste capsaicin or digest dairy. Kebabs are like, the only tavern food she can eat half the time. She really does like them, though.)

Concorde: Pussy Fish and chips, obviously. Really, anything but salt pork. Literally anything. For the love of god, anything but salt pork and peas.

Kite: Ribs. Sauce optional. Cooking process of any kind also optional. (If asked, she actually has like, insanely specific opinions about how to prepare a rack of ribs, but she recognizes this as an art form rather than a routine thing that she herself would ever be able to prepare on a daily basis.) Alternatively, this leg she ripped off a random bandit three days ago. Sorry, did you want some?

#d&d #askmeme

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kenkubluk · 9 months

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grocery list time~

literally just get these things if you want a vegan low cal life, because you can control portions and make things you enjoy eating with less calories- i made some example recipes under the list:

coffee.

SPICES. please make the investment into SPICES!

->continuation of spices, heres a basic list- cocoa powder, cinnamon, garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder, veggie bouillon powder/cubes, salt, pepper, lemon pepper, etc (you can find more online but please dont forget it)

->and simple sauces like soy sauce, basic hot sauce, mustard, white vinegar, apple cider vinegar, etc.

stevia or agave fruit sweetener. (please make sure whatever you choose you dont buy any sweetener with aspartame!!)

dairy free yogurt (i’ve heard coconut is good)

dairy free butter (earthbalance is my fav by far)

-> you could also make due with olive oil (cooking)

1st milk for normal stuff- unsweet cashew milk or unsweet creamy almond milk

->2nd milk for cooking- i suggest soymilk but creamy coconutmilk works good too

tofu. extra firm and silky work for different things (meat substitutes, egg substitute, diff. milk products substitutes) get either/both

carrots, mushrooms, chickpeas, and cauliflower all make good meat substitutes (bacon, chicken nuggets, pulled pork, etc) if cooked properly

OATS! plain oats are soooo versatile (used as flour, cereal, granola, crust, etc)

ricecakes (i use it as replacement for toast)

Pumpkin or sweet potato (in NO SYRUP canned form, very good for cooking low cal desserts or protein bars)

apple sauce (used for cooking and just yum- can be an egg substitute)

low cal noodle types- chickpea, edamame, shirataki, konjac, cauliflower, zucchini, spaghetti squash, and i think miracle noodle

literally any and all veggies and fruits- but a reminder of basics are broccoli, cucumber, onions, spinach, beets, eggplant, tomato, zucchini, potato, apple, banana, grapes, oranges, pineapple, strawberries, watermelon, mango, etc

WARNING ⚠️ be careful of sugar free drink flavor packets as they contain aspartame and other strange ingredients that ppl have complained of side effects- i would suggest to steer clear of many of the packets and go for a large unsweetened lemonade or fruit punch bin of flavoring so you can make it yourself. please check ingredients for health reasons.

-> HOWEVER, drinks like olipop, simple truth organic, waterloo, and zevia all have flavored water/sparkling water/cola drinks that are aspartame free.

I highlighted things that i think are really important

Veggie dip: yogurt, seasoning spices (ranch seasoning is goated), and a tbsp or lemon or soysauc, all mixed and best used as a “veggie chip” dip, like baked cucumber chips

Literally any cake/protein bar: oats blended, protein powder, 1/2cup apple sauce OR mashed banana, some milk, and whatever toppings you like

Granola: oats, chia seeds, cut up fruit pieces, and maple syrup or honey for binding. mix in bag, bake on baking sheet on pan.

Hot n sour soup: you can use hot n sour packet or make veggie bouillon and add hot sauce, soy sauce, and tsp chili powder. Then (to whichever mix you’ve made) add egg mixing around, and then add extra firm tofu in little cubes. Let the soup mix well and set a little while cooling.

Nicecream: freeze banana. add banana, tbsp of milk, 2 tbsp of yogurt, tbsp of sweetener, and a fruit of choice (a tbsp of protein powder also will help). blend with blender and then let it sit for a minute- add whatever you want on top

my best “toast”: seasalt ricecake, spread 1tbsp vegan cream cheese, and then spread 1.5 tbsp of organic raspberry jelly.

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witch-of-the-creek · 11 months

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Fascinating flora #2

Mint

Hyssop officinalis is probably the most recognizable variety, but, like many plants, there are thousands of other plants in the same family. The lamiaceae(mint) family contains 236 genera and over 7,000 species.

Some other notable members of the lamiaceae family are sage, catnip, lavender, rosemary, thyme, basil, marjoram, and oregano. Many of these will get their own posts, as I’m mostly covering hyssops in this one.

Mint is a hardy plant. It likes lots of water and good drainage, frequently growing along creeks and rivers. While it definitely has preferred conditions, this plant will grow well in most garden conditions, and isn’t super picky.

My suggestion, if you prefer it for use rather than aesthetics, would be to grow it in a pot, because over time this plant will fill the space it’s in, and spread out. Only plant it in the ground if you’d like large, spread-out bushes or it. It’s aromatic, and will be pleasantly fragrant even from a couple paces, perfect for the corner of a yard, where you can show off the beautiful flowers and verdant leaves to your neighbors and passersby’s.

The flowers attract bees and butterflies, who flock to the flower and are lovely to watch. I’m always gonna be biased towards plants that have good flowers for pollinators, but with good reason.

The plant has many medicinal benefits as well, most notably the pungent scent and flavor being decongestive. The plant naturally produces an oil called menthol, used in nearly every cough drop recipe.

The anti-inflammatory properties of this plant make it a good tea or lozenge for colds and allergies, as it reduces irritation in the sinuses and throat. The cooling effect can also relax muscles, making it helpful to digestion.

The main nutrient contents in mint are fiber, iron, vitamin a, and manganese. It’s rich in antioxidants.

While it’s not as dramatic a medicine or nutritional supplement as some other plants, the flavor is nice, and it’s easy to add into various foods. Cut a few leaves in half and drop them in a lemonade for a cooling summer drink, Mince it for smoothies, cool it into syrups or candies, bake it into sweets.

Even savory recipes can benefit from the cool flavor that mint brings. I’ve included a site with some fun savory mint recipes in the sources.

Witchy properties-

Mint is a powerful protector and banisher. It corresponds to Taurus and Virgo, and strongly associated with air. (I also like to associate it with water due to its frequency growing next to rivers and streams.)

It’s used to attract positive and banish the negative. It can also be used in cooling based hexes or curses if that’s what you’re intending.

I use mint as a supporting base in protective rituals, in tandem with obsidian, eggshells, juniper, and incense/herb ash.

Sources-

#witchcraft #witch info #witchblr #herbalism #botany #green witch #mint

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theflintwarlock · 3 months

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Rose and raspberry syrup

For love, abundance and joy ❤

I love the flavour of rose, and for a long time I've struggled to add it into my culinary witchy adventures. But this syrup changes that: for those of us with a sweet tooth, it goes super well in a vodka tonic or especially a g&t. Non-alcoholically, it is amazing in a lemonade or even add it to soda water. The raspberry adds a beautiful light pink colour that I adore.

Anyway, onto the recipe:

- Fill your clean syrup container with boiling water to sterilise and to measure.

- Then pour that water right into the pan. And put it on medium heat. The rest of the measurements are eyeballed, apologies if you're not great at that.

- Add sugar to taste, I use about a 1 to 3 ratio of sugar to water. If you're not a big sugary person, switch out this step for a few tablespoons of honey, but keep in mind your syrup will be runnier.

-mash about 6 raspberries in a container, then add them into the pan. Follow this with about two dashes of rose water. If you're more comfortable with measurements, about 2tsp (this depends on the strength of your rose water, however. Test it before use).

- let this come to a boil, mixing thoroughly, then take it off the heat. While cooling, add about 1 tbsp of rosé to give the syrup some more body and depth.

- leave this to completely cool, then strain into your syrup container

That's it! People sometimes make a fuss about syrup making, but it really is quite easy. Add a tablespoon or two to whatever drinks you like. Alternatively, you can use it in cakes to give to your loved ones, infused with your love ❤

I ended up keeping the seeds in mine because my container was a pain in the ass to strain into:

#kitchen witchcraft #the warlock speaks #witchcraft #witchblr

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castletown-cafe · 2 years

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Castletown Café Episode 13: Butler Juice (Blue)

It’s the middle of summer here in the Northern Hemisphere, and hot weather is in full swing. While I’m grateful my summer in Oregon this year has not been a repeat so far of last year’s deadly heat wave, I’m seeing what I experienced last year happening to the people in Europe this year. This isn’t just happening in Europe: record temperatures have been scorching northern Africa, the Middle East, and Asia as well. Having experienced such heat for myself, I know how awful and miserable it is, and I hope you’re all staying cool and safe, regardless of where you are in the Northern Hemisphere.

It’s hot here, too, in North America, and Oregon’s in the middle of its own heat wave right now as well, though it’s tame compared to what so many are going through. It may seem tone-deaf to present a recipe and an episode of Castletown Café when bringing up current events, but, I hope a recipe for a refreshing drink may help cool you down this summer, no matter where you are.

And if where you live is even hotter, you can skip making your own simple syrup for this drink, and just buy some pre-made. It seems you can find some simple syrups at supermarkets, and, of course, liquor stores - as well as alcohol-free Blue Curaçao syrup, which is the trick to making this Butler Juice blue. You can also omit the Blue Curaçao syrup entirely and just add blue food coloring to regular simple syrup if you want to be extra careful, especially if you’re making this for children.

Unlike my green Butler Juice, which was a smoothie, the Blue Butler Juice is a mocktail, because no fruit or vegetable produces juice that is truly blue. So instead, you’ve got to turn it blue yourself. What juice do we turn blue? Easy - lemonade. But won’t that turn it green? Not if you add enough Blue Curaçao syrup and stir it in well - and rather than use pre-made lemonade, you make it yourself, with fresh lemons. To make it a fizzy delight, we combine the blue lemonade base with club soda or sparkling water when fixing the drink in a glass.

This recipe is easy to halve or double. I actually started out with what I will call a “half-batch” for my first attempt with this drink (1/2 cup lemon juice, 2 oz Blue Curaçao syrup, and 4 tablespoons simple syrup) and I made a “full batch” the second time around. A half-batch serves 2 people, while a full batch serves 4. Great for a small summer party!

BUTLER JUICE (BLUE):

3/4 cup sugar*

1 cup water*

4 fl oz Blue Curaçao syrup (alcohol-free)

1 cup fresh lemon juice (about 5 large lemons, plus an extra lemon for garnish)

Club soda/soda water/sparkling water

Ice

Frozen blueberries

Mint sprig, for garnish

Lemon wedge, for garnish

*Can be swapped with pre-made simple syrup if it’s too hot to use the stove

Wash blueberries and dry thoroughly. Place in a container and freeze overnight. You can freeze as many as you want, depending on how many glasses of Blue Butler Juice you plan on making.

Combine 3/4 cup sugar with 1 cup water in a saucepan over medium-high heat and bring to a boil while stirring occasionally. Reduce heat to medium-low and bring to a simmer. Continue to cook until the sugar has completely dissolved (I’d give it about 5 minutes). Pour your simple syrup into a container and let it cool completely. OR - just buy some pre-made simple syrup - the better option during a heat wave! You can look online to see what stores in your area may be selling some.

After your simple syrup has cooled, set aside one lemon and cut remaining lemons in halves, squeezing out the juice using a hand citrus juicer. Fill up 1 cup of fresh lemon juice and add to a container that can hold at least 2 cups to 1 quart.

Using a cocktail measurer or jigger, add 4 fluid ounces (or 1/2 cup) of Blue Curaçao syrup to the lemon juice and stir to combine, turning your lemon juice a a deep blue and sweetening it.

Add simple syrup to taste, anywhere from 4 to 6 tablespoons, or 8 if you want it really sweet. I used about 6 tablespoons of simple syrup, myself. Stir to combine.

To serve, start with preparing the garnishes and grab a sprig of mint, rinse, and pat dry (the mint provides extra aroma as you drink your beverage). With the spare lemon you’re using for garnish, slice into wedges or wheels and make a small cut so that they sit on the edge of your glass.

Pour 4 fl oz of the blue lemonade base into a tall glass, then pour in the club soda until glass is 3/4 of the way full. Stir to combine, otherwise, the club soda will just sit on top of the lemonade base. Be sure to leave room in the glass for the toppings.

Carefully place ice cubes in your drink and top with frozen blueberries. Garnish with the mint sprig and a lemon slice, wedge, or wheel. Serve or drink up and enjoy!

Bonus (cw: alcohol): If you want to make this a cocktail, combine anywhere between 2 to 4 fl oz blue lemonade base with 2.5 fl oz citrus vodka and half an ounce of true Blue Curaçao liqueur. Stir in the club soda and add the same toppings. Just remember to drink responsibly and stay hydrated!

#castletown cafe #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #butler juice #butler juice recipe #deltarune fanart #swatchlings #swatchlings fanart #deltarune swatchlings #swatchling #deltarune inspired recipe #cw food #cw alcohol #mocktail #mocktail recipe #recipe #cocktail #cocktail recipe #my art

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del-sol-diminutives · 8 months

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The Big Lemonade Stand Scoop!

Porto del Sol’s summers are always hot and sunny. This summer, Huey Seabreeze and Muddy McBurrows concocted a plan both cool and delicious. Lemonade!

“Now you boys have everything you need, don’t you? Extra cups and lemons and —“ asked Heidi McBurrows.

“Yes, Mom! We’re all ready to go.” The boys had been planning for days over the McBurrows’ coffee table, from borrowing and decorating the cart to testing lemonade recipes until they both had one they agreed on.

“All right, sweetie. You two have a good time.”

“Thanks, Mom!”

“Thanks, Mrs. McBurrows! We’ll do our best!”

The first to arrive at their little stand was the town mayor, Lionel Grand, and his son Lawrence.

“Well, boys, what’s all this?” Lionel asked, examining their stand with great interest.

“Lemonade, Daddy! Can we have some? Please?” Lawrence asked shyly, burrowing into his father’s side.

“I think we can, if these fine young men will sell us some.”

“Of course, Mr. Grand!” Muddy passed out the cups that Huey poured.

“Please enjoy them, sir!” Huey gulped nervously. Their first customer was the mayor? This was make-or-break!

“This is delicious, isn’t it, Lawrence?” Lionel asked.

“Oh yes, Daddy! It’s really yummy! And nice and sweet on a hot day like today.”

“Well, thank you, gentlemen,” said Lionel. “We’ll be sure to tell everyone we meet today how wonderful your lemonade is.”

“Thank you, sir!” both boys exclaimed, and waved as their first customers headed into town.

“That was sure nice of him,” Muddy mused aloud.

“It was!” Huey said, wiping down the cart. He glanced back up, and his eyes widened. “Oh boy. Muddy, look!”

The mayor certainly had made good on his promise to tell people. Within minutes, the boys had a line that wrapped around their cart and continued down the riverbank. Everyone from town seemed to have decided to come out for a treat!

“Very fine lemonade, this. Good job, boys,” said Merlot.

“Thank you, Mr. Redwood!” Approval from the vintner and his wife was even better than the approval of the mayor! Everyone knew how hard they worked to make the delicious wines and juices Porto del Sol was famous for.

“Yes, indeed. Keep up the good work,” Shiraz assured them. “It’s wonderfully refreshing.”

“Thank you, ma’am!”

The line behind the Redwoods burst into a murmur of excitement, above and beyond the ongoing chatter as people waited. Everyone sounded enthusiastic about the boys’ little enterprise, especially with the Redwoods’ stamp of approval.

They served and served, and finally had to break out their reserved extra jug of lemonade. “It’s a good thing we made a lot before we set up,” Huey told Muddy.

“For sure,” worried Muddy. “After Samuel and Karen, here come the Pickleweeds!” There were seven in the Pickleweed family, and every single one of them was here.

“Oh boy … I hope we have enough!”

Huey wiped his forehead and breathed out a “phew!” The Pickleweeds had come and gone, and he and Muddy could see the end of the line. It looked like they had just enough to serve the Persians and Martha.

“Here you are! Thanks so much for coming by,” Huey passed out glasses to the Persians, while Muddy busied himself juicing more lemons and pouring more water.

He paused, and Huey could hear him mutter, “Uh-oh.”

He didn’t get a chance to ask Muddy what was wrong, because Hector and Isabella showed up just at that moment. “Hi Huey! Mom sent us to get some lemonade for Dad, please!” Hector said.

“He’s so busy working today, and it’s so hot. We’re bringing him his lunch, and a big thermos of your lemonade would really hit the spot.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” said Huey. “Muddy’s making more, but we should have just enough left to fill up that thermos.”

“Thanks, Huey! Thanks, Muddy,” the other kids chorused, and waved as they headed for Charles’ farmland.

“What was uh-oh?” Huey asked, once the Hunter-Smyths had gone.

“We forgot to bring more sugar!”

“Oh no! What’ll we do?” Now was not the time to panic! They both fell silent for a moment, trying to figure out what next.

“The Chocolates are just around the corner,” Muddy suggested. “Maybe Mrs. Chocolate will let us borrow some.”

“That’s a good idea,” agreed Huey. “If you’ll finish getting the rest of the lemons squeezed, I’ll go ask.” He pattered off before Muddy had a chance to say anything, and returned a few minutes later with a small blue canister.

“She said we could take the whole jar and bring it back when we were done for the day,” he said excitedly. “Now we don’t have to worry about running out!”

“Phew! Well, let’s get this put together before anyone else shows up!” It was a good thing they scrambled, because —

“Hi guys! Smile! Freya wants to interview you for the paper!” Sherry said, just as they set down the fresh pitcher. She snapped their photo with smiles all around.

“That’s right! We overheard you asking Mom about the sugar, and your lemonade stand sounds awesome! Tell us all about everything! We’ll make it front-page!” Freya enthused.

The boys looked at each other in amazement. From the mayor, to the vintner, to the paper! Okay, it was Freya’s little Daily Chocolate that she hand-published, but even so, that was big! And Freya’s dad posted the paper up in his cafe, so people besides the kids would see it, too. Hopefully Freya would write them a nice article.

Muddy started explaining how they’d planned their enterprise, while Huey fetched her a tall glass of their freshly-made lemonade.

“I’m so excited to try it! Everyone’s been saying it’s so delicious and s—s——

“SALTY!” howled Freya. “You’ve been sabotaged! This is the crime of the century!”

Sherry put her hands up. “Freya, please, stop and think. They got the sugar from your own mom. There’s no way she would sabotage — “

“Someone must have sneaked into our house! That’s even worse!’ Freya started scribbling furiously in her notebook.

Huey took a tentative sip of the lemonade. Freya was right; it was terrible! The boys looked at each other anxiously, and Muddy wiped away sweat from his forehead. Front-page might not be good for them after all!

“Freya, dear, calm down,” said a familiar voice.

“Mrs. Chocolate!”

“Hello, boys. Hi, Sherry,” she beamed, and turned apologetically to Huey. She was carrying an identical blue canister to the one Huey had brought earlier, but it was a size larger. “I’m sorry, Huey. When I told you to take the blue canister, I didn’t tell you which one. The sugar is in the bigger one.”

“Oh, that’s what happened!” Huey looked flustered, but relieved. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Chocolate. I must have used two cups of your salt!”

“That’s all right! Let’s make up a new batch,” she suggested, offering the boys the other canister. They quickly set to work.

“Aw,” Freya groused quietly. There was no sabotage, just a misunderstanding. She drew a disappointed line through her Lemonade Stand Larceny title. Sherry patted her on the shoulder. “How about Lemonade Stand Luxury?” she suggested instead, as Muddy passed them each a newly-mixed lemonade.

“Aaaah…” Delicious. It was so delicious; cool and refreshing just like everyone else had said. “I think we can do that,” Freya decided, her disappointment vanishing under a wave of sweet lemonade. She nodded enthusiastically at Huey and Muddy. “Just you wait and see!”

“Thanks for helping us, Mrs. Chocolate,” the boys said gratefully. Not only had she saved them from a lemonade disaster, she’d saved them from Freya roasting them in the paper. What a relief!

“It’s my pleasure. Good luck with the rest of your day, boys!”

———————

The rest of the day went smoothly. Freya flopped nearby and scribbled furiously while Sherry snapped photos, and other friends came and went, getting fresh glasses of lemonade to top off their day. Finally, worn out and tired, the boys started packing up.

“That was a great day,” Muddy enthused. “Even with the mix-up!”

“It sure was, but I’ve learned my lesson,” Huey agreed. “Always, always taste-test before you serve anything to Freya!”

#calico critters #sylvanian families #miniatures #rement #muddy mcburrows #huey seabreeze #freya chocolate #sherry redwood

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