My hometown and the area I grew up in had some strange superstitions and I thought some people might enjoy them
Everyone I talked to claimed that wearing mismatched socks would bring good luck.
If your caught a firefly in your hands and held it for 7 minutes, you could make a wish on it
A bonfire was to be put out one of two ways, either the group must all throw their drinks into it before putting it out, or it must be allowed to die on its own. Doing anything else would curse the host.
Flowers kept by the front door would keep out unwanted guests.
If you needed guidance, you should sleep under the tallest tree on your property. You will wake up the best day with an answer to your problem.
A log will never catch if somone is speaking while it is being lit.
My friends grandmother eats a spoonful of honey every Sunday at dawn. She has never been sick a day in her life.
Pissing in a cornfield before planting will ensure good rains for the season.
If you want to avoid pests, it’s best to leave a small offering at the edge of the woods at the end of harvest.
If you hunt, you have to eat the heart of your first kill. Not doing so will bring bad luck.
Crash Davis coming home to the Reader after a long road trip. Fluffy Smutty goodness. Requested by my dear friend @meadowwren
The moon shone in through the kitchen window as (Y/N) hums a soft tune while she cooks Crash's favorite meal at almost midnight. She didn't care how late it was. Her man was coming home and it'd been almost 3 long weeks since she'd seen him. The Durham Bulls had been on a 10 game, 2 1/2 week road trip. He'd called her when he could from pay phones, but it was always short because all the guys wanted to call home to their women, their families. She loved her baseball player, but the long nights alone sometimes got to her. She hears footsteps right outside their apartment and smiles as she turns off the stove and plates their dinner before taking off her apron, leaving her in her favorite little black dress, garters and heels included. Crash loved her in this dress and she wanted to make sure she gave him a warm welcome. She hears the door open and turns with a plate of food in each hand, giving him a bright smile as he tosses his bag to the floor and gives her that gorgeous grin of his. "Well, darlin', why don't you come give your loving man a kiss." He smirks and meets her half way, taking the plates from her and placing them on the table before tangling his large hand in her hair and pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss, his other hand running down her back, unzipping her dress as he does.
"I've fucking missed you, (Y/N)." He murmurs against her lips, backing her up until her back pressed against the kitchen counter as he continues to devour her lips. She was absolute putty in his hand, soft moans leaving her lips as his hand moves to raise her dress a little, his long fingers deftly unsnapping her garter with little to no effort. "Oh my..." She gasps against his lips and begins unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over his chest then back up, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, the material falling to a heap on the tile floor. She breaks the kiss and trails soft kisses over his jaw and neck, grinning against his skin as he wraps his arms under her ass and lifts her up, placing her on the counter. His large hand grips her thighs and spreads them, her dress bunched up around her waist as his hands run up her thighs. He gives her a devilish grin when he finds her bare mound. "You're a dirty little thing. I fucking love it." He makes quick work of his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them down enough to free his achingly hard cock before slowly sliding into her. On any other day he'd spend hours teasing her, building it up until neither of them could stand it, but tonight, he couldn't wait. He stills inside of her, tugging her hair softly so that she looks up at him, just in time for him to bend down and capture her lips in a long, slow, wet kiss that seemed to go on and on.
(Y/N) gasps and wraps her arms around his neck, her body already shaking in pleasure as he kisses her slowly, deeply, taking her breath away. She wraps her legs around his waist as he begins to move inside of her, slowly at first, relishing every moment before they both get lost in the pleasure, the sounds, the feels of their bodies meeting again and again as he fucks her harder and deeper. She plants her hands on the counter to keep herself from moving back on the counter, her head too close to the cabinet. She definitely didn't want to end this wonderful night with a concussion. She smiles against his lips with his hand reaches up and cups the back of her head, cushioning against the cabinet. Even in the throes of passion, he was still the sweetest man she'd ever met. Much sooner than they'd both like, she felt both of their releases rushing toward them. She moves her hands to his thick hair and tangles her fingers in it as she breaks the kiss and calls out his name, coming undone around him just as his rhythm falters and he loses himself inside of her. She slumps against him, catching her breath as she places soft kisses against his collar bone before he slowly pulls back and helps her to her feet. She stands on wobbling legs and smiles up at him, grinning at the mess of clothes strewn across the kitchen floor. She watches him bend down to pick up his coat and laughs. "Just leave it, baby. I'll clean it all in the morning. Come eat." She says with a smile, but he continues to reach for the coat then pulls out a baseball. "I hit my record breaking home run last night, darlin'. Want you to have the ball." He grins and leans back against the counter as she takes the ball. (Y/N) smiles brightly as she takes the ball. "Oh my God, baby! I'm so proud of you!" She looks down at the ball and gasps as she reads the writing on it. "Let's Get Hitched". She laughs at his typical blunt and too the point phrasing. She looks back up at him and nods, setting the ball on the table and jumping into his arms. "Of course I will! I love you, Crash."
‘‘ When you are without memories, without regrets to ponder, without fantasies to embrace or to reject, what will you think of then ? What will come to you depends on how hard you pray and how much you suffer. ‘‘
Yellowstone - Season 4, Episode 9 ‘’ No Such Thing As Fair ‘’
Hey there! I have a Yellowstone request. Would it be possible for you to write a smutty John Dutton x reader about their first time together? All the nerves and passion and fluff that comes with it He’s head over boots for her, and she is the same for him. Thanks so much for reading my request! You’re writing is fantastic! ☺️
Hi there!! Thank you so much for your kind words!! I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!
In Forever
Pairing:: John Dutton x Reader
Warnings:: swearing, smut, mostly smut, fluffy times, fluffy smut
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
John laid me down on his bed, hovering over me. His lips attached to mine as he ran his hands over my denim-clad thighs. The heat in my core had never burned so hot.
We had been together for months but never got past second base like we were back in high school. He was absolutely in love with me. I could tell in everything he did. Every word he said to me. Every time he kissed me. Every time he stared at me from across the room. Every time he kept someone from talking to me. I knew this because I felt the same way about him. I had never taken a life, but I would for him.
My toes curled as he kissed my neck, sucking gently. I thought I could finish right there without being touched. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dragged my hands down his back. "John?" I whispered as I panted. "John, hold on."
"What?" he asked softly. "You okay, sweetheart?" He looked down at me, caressing my cheek. "Do you not want to do this?" he asked.
"I want you to," I whispered. "I want you to love me, all of me." I smiled and laughed, realizing how stupid I sounded.
He smiled, kissing me. "That I can do," he mumbled. He deepened the kiss as he began taking my clothes off. I reached down, grabbing the bottom of his shirt. I yanked it over his head, throwing it on the floor.
I sat up a little, kissing his chest. He groaned quietly, pulling my bra off. Kissing my neck, he undid his belt and started pushing his jeans down. I used my feet to push them off his legs. His rock-hard cock was pressed against my leg. I reached into his boxers, stroking him gently.
"John," I moaned as he grabbed my breasts. His thumb flicked over my nipple and I whined. "John, please." He kissed me gently as he slid his other hand down my stomach. He slipped a finger between my folds. "John," I whimpered.
He slipped another finger in, stretching me out slightly. I hate to admit it, but I was nervous. It had been a while since I knocked boots with anyone. I wanted the first time with John to be special, but the butterflies I had in my stomach were making that hard for me. With one hand around him, I reached out with the other and squeezed his bicep.
"Do you trust me?" he groaned in my ear. I nodded, breathlessly as he slid in and out of me. "Use your words, do you trust me?"
"Yes, I trust you," I rasped. "John..." He stared down at me, his fingers slowing. "I trust you with my life, John."
"Good," he smiled, kissing me slowly. "I'm not gonna hurt you, alright? Just gonna go slow." He kissed me again and began pushing his boxers down. I reached around and helped him, digging my nails into his cheek.
He slowly drove into me and I lost my breath. One hand gripped his ass and the other dug into his shoulder as my chest lifted off the bed. He filled me up completely, letting me get used to him. Pulling out slowly, he captured my lips again.
He thrust back into me and pulled back out a little faster. I moaned against his lips as his hands grabbed my breasts again. Pinching my nipple, he rolled his thumb. Moaning again, I rolled my hips against him, pushing him deeper.
Our movements fell in sync as he stared down into my eyes. He had one hand on the wall above my head for support as he sped up. I reached down, circling the bundle of nerves between my legs. Lifting my legs around his waist, I pushed my pelvis farther so he went in deeper.
"John!" I called, circling my finger faster as I stared up at him. "Fuck, John, don't fucking stop."
"I don't plan on it," he grunted. He moved faster, thrusting deeper.
My legs shook around him and my coil snapped. I came over him, tightening around his cock. "John!" I moaned so loud, it was nearly a scream.
"God, I love it when you moan my name," he chuckled. He started thrusting faster, losing the rhythm he found. "Fuck," he groaned. He dropped his head into my shoulder. He was close, but I was closer.
"Don't cum yet," I begged. "Please, don't." I sped up my fingers and pulled him closer to me with my other arm. Kissing his shoulder, I came harder than before.
"Jesus," he groaned, sucking on my neck. "You feel so fucking good." He sped up, getting sloppier with his movements, his balls smacking me. The sounds of skin on skin filled the room. He came inside of me, shooting his seed into my walls. "Fuck." He worked through his climax until he collapsed on me.
"John," I panted, kissing his shoulder. "John, I love you." I smiled and closed my eyes. That was the first time I said that to him. "I love you." I wrapped my arms around his back, hugging him tightly.
"Say that to me again," he muttered against my chest.
"I love you, John," I repeated.
"I love you too," he said, kissing my breast. "I love you too." He kissed me slowly as he pulled out of me. Rolling onto his side, he wrapped his arms around me. He stroked my cheek, pushing my hair off my face. "How're you feeling?" he asked.
"Euphoric," I smiled, turning to look at him. I cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. "I feel absolutely amazing." I pushed him onto his back and laid on top of him. Dragging my fingers over his chest slowly, all I could do was smile.
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