#🍑 meet the baker

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Love is all you knead

Pairing ⇒ Bakery Owner!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Employee!Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count ⇒ 3.5K

Summary ⇒ Today is the first day you'll be staying over at Tony's house, and he plans to make it a night you'll never forget. It all goes differently than you expected because when you meet his housemate, your attention is completely focused on him as soon as you arrive. Nevertheless, Tony will ensure you'll have a wonderful first night at his house; he'll go above and beyond to do exactly that.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings ⇒ Established relationship, unspecified age gap, use of pet name (Peach), reference to social anxiety, reference to animal abandonment & rescuing

Smut ⇒ Dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting

A/n ⇒ This one-shot is written to fill day 18 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. It's proofread, melted, and drooled over by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot thank you enough! I love you 🩵

A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist ⇒ @buckys-wintersoldier ⇒ ''You're so cute, you know that?''

Banners: @vase-of-lilies ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist ⇒ AU Masterlist

Today's promising to be a beautiful winter day as you're getting ready to go and visit Tony, your boyfriend, at his house. Your outfit is lying on your bed, ready to slip into after your shower. You and Tony have the day off today, so he promised to make dinner for you. Not only is he a fantastic baker, but he is also a hero in the kitchen.

Your overnight bag is also ready to go, and you decided to bring a nice bottle of red wine to pair with dinner since he offered to make your favorite seafood pasta. It doesn't take long for you to be dressed and ready to head to his house, but the nerves are settling in slightly.

Not only will it be your first time staying over at his place, but it'll also be your first time meeting his housemate, making you much more nervous and anxious. Something you've struggled with a lot is social anxiety. Still, ever since you started working in Tony's bakery, you have become a lot better at navigating social interactions and being around people you don't know.

Right now, however, it is back in full force. Though you decide not to let it hold you back, you will have Tony by your side the entire time. In the meantime, Tony is conversing with his 'housemate,' his cat named Oliver.

''Are you excited, Buddy? It won't be just you and me tonight,'' Tony says as he's leaning against the counter, Oliver lying in his arms with his belly up as Tony scratches his soft belly. He happily purrs away while Tony keeps talking, just enjoying the attention he's getting.

''Yeah, Peach is finally coming over. Remember? I told you about her after our first night together! God, I'm so lucky to call her my girlfriend... And in the future, we will ask her to be your Mommy; how does that sound?'' he says with a content sigh when his phone gives him the notification of your message.

Peach 🍑 >> I'm just leaving now. I'll be there in 45 minutes ❤️

He quickly responds that he can't wait to see you, and after giving Oliver a few more scratches, Tony brings him to his cat tree, where he can nap as Tony finishes the sauce since it will have to simmer for a few hours.

Before he can even turn around, Oliver is already curled up into a little ball as he lets sleep take him over, and Tony can't help but chuckle at the actions of his little feline companion.

After the sauce is finished, he tidies up the last bits here and there before he hears the doorbell ring, notifying him of your arrival. During the car ride, you could feel your anxiety rising, but as soon as the door swings open, every last doubt or nervousness melts away.

''Hi, Peach,'' Tony says before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside with a warm smile, letting you put your overnight bag on the floor before his hands capture your face, reuniting his lips with yours. His plump, soft lips are a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands holding your face, and you can't help but clench slightly to give a little relief.

''You look beautiful today,'' he whispers as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you both catch your breaths from the kiss. His deep, dark brown eyes are focused on yours, making it feel like your skin is on fire. After one more soft kiss, you pull away, ready to be let into his home.

He grabs your hand before leading you into the house, showing you every room, though you don't see much of it as you mostly have eyes for your boyfriend. His broad shoulders and thick biceps are stretching the black shirt he's wearing deliciously, and his jeans are tight around his thighs, showing off his ass and bulge perfectly.

''Peach?'' Tony says as you're standing in the kitchen, Tony caging you in against the counter as he leans on it. His nose is only inches from yours as a deep blush creeps over your cheeks, knowing you've been caught drifting off in your thoughts.

''Hmm?'' you hum as a question, and the smile on Tony's face gives you butterflies in your stomach. The tiny crinkles by his eyes, the white teeth, and the way his tongue slightly pokes out between them have you melting into a puddle.

''I asked what you think of the house,'' he says with a chuckle, but before you can answer, you feel tiny feet against your leg and look down to see the cutest cat you've ever seen. Tony lets out a deep sigh before he moves back, giving you the space to say hi to Oliver.

''Oh my god, aren't you a precious, chubby little guy?'' you coo at him as he bumps his head against your hand, happily accepting all the attention he can get from you, his new Mommy. Until now, it has always been just him and Tony, but judging how he acts now, you're not allowed to leave his home ever again.

''Well, I was going to introduce you two later, but since the little devil is already awake, I might as well do it now,'' he says as he crouches next to you, but Oliver doesn't care. He only wants attention from you as he plops down to show his belly, letting you scratch it to get the ultimate purrs from the little guy.

''Why did you never mention you have a cat?! I would have come over much sooner if I knew,'' you say with a chuckle, but in all reality, he has mentioned Oliver countless times. It just never occurred to you that he was his cat.

''Oh, I did, Peach. All these silly stories about Oliver? It's all him. He had been with me since he was a small kitten, and I rescued him from behind the bakery. Someone dropped him off in a cardboard box in the pouring rain; the poor guy almost didn't survive,'' Tony says, his voice trailing off near the end.

As you listen to the story, you feel tears burning in your eyes as you keep scratching his belly. Oliver's purrs quickly make you forget all about your sadness, though, as it almost has a healing effect on your brain. And from that moment on, you and Oliver would be practically inseparable whenever you were at his house.

''But I didn't just save him; he saved me, as well. Before I had little Oliver, it was the same boring routine every day, and I was at a point in my life where I wanted to sell the bakery and move on to something else. When I found him, I started to see life a lot differently, and I am where I am now because of him, so in a sense, I owe him my happiness. It brought me to you, after all,'' Tony tells you, a blush now creeping onto his cheeks, too.

''I didn't have anyone here when I came home, so I started spending more time at the bakery until I reached the point of sleeping there some nights. But that all changed when I met this little devil. Now I have someone to talk to when I'm home, and he'll never complain when I talk too much!'' Tony jokes, making you both laugh.

''So yeah, like I said, I owe him pretty much my life at this point,'' he says softly, and you lay your head on Tony's shoulder to comfort him. It's the first time you've ever heard about this story, and even though it makes you a little sad, you're also glad that little Oliver managed to turn your boyfriend's life around.

''I'm glad he saved you,'' you whisper before capturing Tony's lips again, pouring every ounce of love into it.

You and Tony decide to watch a movie until it's time for dinner, and you're cuddled up under a blanket with Tony, and Oliver is lying on your lap as you're scratching behind his ears. You're watching one of your favorite movies: Jurrasic Park. After Tony mentioned he'd never seen them, you brought your copy, and here you are.

''So? What do you think?'' you say as you look at Tony with a hopeful look. He looks at you with a serious expression, not giving anything away before he breaks, bursting into laughter.

''I love it, Peach. It's one of the better movies I've watched in a long time!'' he says, and then it's time for dinner. Tony set the table with two plates, some candles, wine glasses, and the wine you brought, ready to dive in.

''Allow me to guide you to the dining room, m'lady,'' Tony says as he holds out his hand, and you happily grab it. He pulls it to his mouth and places a soft kiss on your knuckles, making you giggle softly in response, and then he leads you to the dining room, which is dimly lit with candles. Soft music is playing in the background as he pulls out your chair and pushes it back in as you sit down.

After taking his place across from you, he allows you to grab some pasta first, pour some of the wine before raising it, and give a small toast.

''A toast to you, Peach. To the most beautiful, caring, and loving woman in my life,'' he says before clinking his glass against yours and bringing it to his lips, allowing the taste of the red wine to coat his tongue, humming at the taste.

The conversation over dinner ranges from lighthearted topics, like the bakery and Oliver, to deeper topics, like you've always dreamt of becoming a Mom one day.

''I've always dreamt of becoming a Mom. I just never had the privilege of meeting someone who wants the same,'' you tell him, and his heart sinks a little. Not because he doesn't want them but because he has been in the same boat for the last 20 years. He isn't the youngest anymore and doesn't plan on becoming a Dad by the time he passes 50.

After this, the conversation turns light again, and after you move to the couch again, continue your earlier conversations. When it's nearly 11 PM, you start to yawn slightly, and that's when Tony lifts you, ready to bring you to the bedroom.

''You. Stay. Peach is all mine for the rest of the night,'' Tony says as he glares at Oliver, who was cleaning himself on the cat tree but is now looking at Tony with a face that says, ''Oh yeah? Let's see about that!''

He kicks the door shut behind him, and that's when he carefully lays you on the bed before undressing you carefully. First, your boots and socks, then your pants, followed by your sweater, leaving you in the red lingerie you put on for him. A soft gasp escapes his lips as he takes in your body, his eyes gliding over every dip, curve, and inch of exposed skin.

''I will never get enough of you, Peach. You look like an absolute Goddess, and I can't wait to worship you every day,'' he tells you, and goosebumps erupt all over your body at his words. He's undressing himself, too, and you can see he's already near full hardness, making you salivate at the sight.

''How about you lie back for me, Peach, and I will start by showing you just how I would do that?'' he whispers as he crawls over you, leaving soft kisses on your neck and jaw before you scoot back on the bed, your head landing softly on the pillows. You look up at him with desire coursing through your veins, and your hand snakes into his hair before pulling him closer, molding your lips together with his.

His hips rut against your core involuntarily at the feeling of how soft your lips are, and he has to try his hardest not to lose himself in you already. As he pulls away, a soft groan spills from his lips, your fingers tugging softly on his hair in anticipation of what's to come.

''I want to make you feel good, Daddy, please!'' you whine softly, and Tony has never been one to deny you anything, let alone when you beg for him like this.

''How can I say no to my beautiful Peach when she begs so sweetly? You need Daddy, don't you,'' he whispers in your ear before softly nibbling on your earlobe, making your hand move down and scratch his back down to cup and squeeze his ass, pulling him even closer as his lips follow the line of your jaw, finding their home on the sensitive spot on your neck.

Tony moves back until he's lying on his back, spreading his thick thighs to make room for you to settle in between. Your fingers hook quickly behind the hem of his boxers, pulling it down in a smooth motion as you watch his cock spring to attention with a soft splat, precum already dripping from the tip.

The vein on the bottom of his cock is on display, and the first thing you do is lean forward to run your tongue along the length of it, just the way he likes, before grabbing the bottom and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckling sensation.

''Fuck!'' he exclaims as you do so, his back arching off the bed as you take more of his length into your mouth. The stretch is already causing a slight burn in your jaw that you happily accommodate, wanting to take him as deep as you can. A deep groan falls from his lips as the tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You pull off him with a pop as you catch your breath, a wicked smile forming on your lips as you look at him through your eyelashes.

''Tastes so good, Daddy,'' is all you say as your hand keeps a slow, steady pace before you take him in your mouth again, but this time focussing on his tip instead, alternating between suckling and giving kitten licks over his slit that have him craving more.

''Peach, let me take care of you, please! God, you make me so hard, and I want to be buried deep inside you, fuck'' he tells you. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, you're entirely bare on your back, and Tony lines up with your entrance, growing increasingly impatient every second.

''Daddy, please-'' is all you can say before his cock breaches your entrance, slipping in with a pleasurable burn. His head rests against your forehead as he makes eye contact, making the moment even more intimate.

''Can't wait to cum inside you, Peach, especially since you told me you want to be a Mom. Can't stop thinking about getting you pregnant; you'll look so fucking beautiful with a round belly, carrying our beautiful baby we made together,'' he tells you between groans, your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure takes you over, moans tumbling uncontrollably from your lips.

''Will fuck you every single day, Peach, stuff you so full of my cum until you're pregnant, have to make sure it'll take and not waste a single drop,'' he pants, his pace quickly becoming sloppy as he can feel his orgasm creeping closer. Your hand sneaks in between your bodies, and you find your clit without any effort, quickly trapping him inside you as the grip on his cock becomes stronger as your orgasm washes over you.

With a loud exclamation of his name, you cum with your juices squirting out of you, soaking both Tony and the sheets right before Tony stills inside you, his cum coating your walls before collapsing on top of you, your hands gliding into his hair as you both let the moment last as long as possible. Not a word is said between you two, but the love you both feel for each other is visible, and you can't get enough of him, though he eventually has to pull out and clean both of you up.

Tony gets up to grab some clothes, and he takes one good look at your fucked out state, a thin layer of sweat all over your body, a healthy blush spreading over your cheeks as you look up at your boyfriend, admiring every last dip, curve, and muscle of his. On his cheeks is a deep blush that spreads down to his neck and chest, a dopey smile, and rough curls on his head finishing the look.

''I love you, Peach, and thank you for being here tonight,'' Tony says gravelly, your heart beating faster as you hear it. He grabs you a shirt of his and a pair of panties from your overnight bag before handing them to you, putting on a pair of his boxer shorts as well.

''Shall I let Oliver in before he gets impatient? He might want some cuddles with his Mommy,'' Tony says, the deep blush on his cheeks only intensifying as he says those words, and when you have a pair of panties and one of Tony's shirts on, you agree. As the door opens, Oliver runs in and jumps onto the bed, finding his place on your lap again for cuddles.

''Is that true? Are you Mommy's boy?'' you ask little Oliver, and he purrs loudly, letting you know he agrees.

''He is, Peach, and I am too when it comes to you,'' he says before capturing your lips with his again, sealing your love with a sweet, slow kiss. The rest of the night is spent cuddling before you fall asleep in Tony's arms, Oliver finding his place by your feet as he snores softly.

The following day, Tony got up earlier than usual to walk to the florist on the corner of his street, getting a small bouquet of red roses to surprise you with during breakfast. They're standing in a vase on the kitchen island as he's preparing breakfast. Oliver is now looking at Tony from his place atop the cat tree.

He whips up some freshly made pancakes with syrup, the smell filling Tony's house as he whips up some scrambled eggs on the side and a cup of steaming hot coffee to finish it all. The small vase with roses is put on a serving tray with your breakfast before he calls over Oliver, attaching one of the roses to his collar for an extra surprise.

''Alright, let's go wake up, Mommy!'' Tony says, and Oliver struts to the bedroom, swiftly followed by Tony, who pushes the door open with his foot, now glad he left it slightly open as he walked out. He places the food on the floor on his nightstand before gently getting onto the bed and waking you up with soft kisses.

''Good morning, sleepyhead,'' he giggles, and it's a sound you never thought you'd ever hear but that you now can't get enough of.

''You're so cute, you know that? With your soft snores,'' he says as you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you smile at him, letting the reality sink in that you've stayed over at your boyfriend's house, the warm feeling of love spreading throughout your chest.

Tony goes to grab breakfast when Oliver jumps onto the bed, and you instantly spot the little rose on his collar, making you melt a little at the sight.

''Look at you! You are so adorable like this,'' you say as you give Oliver some attention before Tony places the breakfast on your lap, and you see all your favorites. A big smile spreads across your face as you grab the cup of coffee, taking a small sip to let the bitter taste coat your tongue, moaning softly as it glides down your throat.

''Thank you for everything, Tony; you truly managed to make our first time special,'' you tell him before stealing one more kiss and diving into the breakfast he prepared. After that, you're getting ready for work, and it's a good thing you stayed at his house to carpool together.

''Have a good day at work, Mr. Stark,'' you say with a wink, standing on your tiptoes to get one last kiss as you tie your apron behind your back, ready to get started on the customer orders going out today.

''You too, future Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says just loud enough for you to hear, and when you whip your head around, he winks at you with a mischievous smile. And from that moment on, it's all you can think about. Becoming Tony's wife sounds like a dream come true, and you can't wait for it to come true one day.

[old-congratzams]

stolen from the amazing @lavenderqwq​!! original idea from @sawam0chi​

your selfships and songs mini playlists that remind you of them

💞 {reiner braun x ams} 💞

nitesky ;; robot koch feat. john lamonica

wires ;; the neighbourhood

roads ;; portishead

decode ;; paramore

crushcrushcrush ;; paramore

{erwin smith x ams}

i walk the line ;; halsey

daddy issues ;; the neighbourhood

paradise lost ;; gain

{mirio togata x ams}

hai domo ;; coa white

tomodachi/koibito ;; moumoon

{todoroki shouto x ams}

oxygen ;; jackson wang

money diamonds roses ;; lolo zouaï

sparks ;; neon hitch

sad boys club ;; thalles

deal me ;; melovemealot & kaikai

{todoroki enji x ams}

fineshrine ;; purity ring

girls your age ;; transviolet

mary magdalene ;; fka twigs

{tom hagen x ams}

god is a woman ;; aurora

also, after this fanfic i have to mention...

{bane x ams}

al warda ;; la femme

i just wanna be protected by strong men ok

[old-congratzams]

i got...

historia reiss

you're uncertain how to be around people. when you meet new people, you overthink about how you should act around them to make sure they like you. you're always determined to make sure everyone thinks highly of you, no matter how you view them. you're scared of being alone, so you attached yourself to someone so you can have both an excuse and a shoulder to cry on. you're also unstable and probably gay.

THIS IS SO TRUE OK I FEEL ATTACKED

Brutal AOT kin assignment.

Take the quiz, and tell us what your brutal AOT kin is. 😩 Then tag some friends. I just wanna know who everybody is.

I got —— Levi Ackerman:

everything in your eyes has to be perfect. you don't look very approachable, and you tend to keep to yourself. emotion is weakness. you make snarky comments to make up for your lack of social skills. being with people you don't know freaks you out, because you can't predict their actions, resulting in you having trouble getting along with them. that's why you don't have very many friends. you insult everything that doesn't appeal to you, regardless of who or what it is.

tagging: @bagsyy , @weepinglevi , @tetsunormous , @welcometotheclubhoe , @snkslush , @sondersnk , @armins-futon , @ackerpotato , @odmlevis , @bakhoe , @yuh-arlert , @bertlebear + anybody else that wants to do it.

[zablife]

Hi lovely lady..

Can you PLEASE do a HEADCANON: Jack meets OC(Evie) who is a singer, one night at one of the clubs he likes to occupy. Love at first sight for both of them. But OC is really stubborn to give in to Jack, cause she knows who and what he his. But actually doesn't care that his a gangster only refuse to not give in to her desire and feelings for Jack because of her friends who is secretly jealous that Jack likes OC instead of them. So they discourage her from being with him. This goes on for about a month with Jack showing up at the club constantly and continuesly persuading OC and her being stubborn. Until one night OC can't take the sexual frastration anymore and she shows up at his place in the middle of the night. She kiss Jack the moment he opens his door and smut happens. And they later on get married. Ps.. I kinda like the fact of a women being stubborn to be with Jack and not just instantly give into her desire. Some sexual frastration is good(leads to one Hell of a smut session😈🍑🍆💦)

Also once your request are open can you use this to turn into a one-shot or 3part storie with lost of smuttyness. Thanks love. 😊

Hi, darl!! First, I have to say I love your beautiful imagination so much. Are you a writer as well? If not, you should be!! I have imagined our lovely OC as Josephine Baker for these head canons because she was just the ultimate babe in her day! (Evie's last name is inspired by her and her friend is named Josephine as well!) Please find my head canons for your amazing fic below the cut.

Jack x OC (Evie)

*Evie Baker was one of the highest paid singers at the Eden Club. She hadn’t been in town long, but her reputation of being an irresistible temptress proceeded her, influencing Darby Sabini to ask her personally to perform.

*Although plenty of men propositioned her, she never entertained their promises of a better life outside the club. Here she could be her own woman, earning enough money to live comfortably without having to answer to a man.

*One night after her last number, she sauntered to the bar for a drink and met a handsome foreigner named Jack Nelson. He was brash and bold in a charming way that Englishmen weren’t. He asked her on a date that night, but she turned him down saying she was tired.

*She noticed his face in the crowd the next night, a sure sign of infatuation. Exiting the stage door quickly, she left without seeing him. This pattern continued for a couple of weeks and another dancer, Josephine, took a liking to him. 

*Evie had dismissed the idea of the handsome gentleman, especially after Josephine admitted her infatuation. Evie was glad that her friend had found a man who liked her and might take care of her. Their goals in life seemed to be very different. While Josephine wanted to find a husband and settle down, Evie did not.

*When the lights came up on another routine, Evie gazed into the crowd as she always did to choose a man whose lap she would occupy. As she scanned the room, she noticed Jack eyeing her like a man who had been starved. 

*Out of instinct, she approached him and she knew instantly he had not forgotten about her. She flirted as little as possible knowing her friend was serious about this man.

*Later that evening she noticed he had gone, so she went back to her routine of having a whiskey at the bar to unwind. Little did she know, Jack had been waiting for her, tipped off by a busboy he had paid handsomely for the information of her whereabouts. 

*”Listen, doll, I just wanted to see you again. Don’t be angry,” Jack said noticing your crossed arms and tight lips. 

“You’re dating my friend, Mr. Nelson, so why are you here?” Evie asked.

“Because I’m not interested in her. It’s you I keep thinking about,” he confessed.

“Whatever you think I am, I will let you down,” Evie said quietly looking down into her drink.

“No, I don’t think so. You’re somethin' real special, doll. You're what I’ve been looking for my whole life,” he said laying his heart bare.

*Despite his admission, Evie still played hard to get. She wanted to test his feelings so she went home alone that night even though she wanted him badly. 

*After a month of playing cat and mouse with Mr. Nelson, Evie couldn’t stand the tension any longer. She had to see him again. Josephine had noticed how distracted her friend seemed and confronted her. “That bloke Jack seems to fancy you now, you know. He’s a bad man, Evie. You should stay away from ‘im.”

*Even though Evie was well aware by now that Jack was a gangster of the worst sort, she still felt drawn to him. The way he was with her was so gentle and kind. She knew he would treat her right. She still held to her desire for independence, however, and struggled to reconcile her emotions. 

*After a long night at the club she couldn’t stop thinking of Jack. He had gone long ago, along with all the other patrons and most of the dancers. She made a split second decision to visit him, knowing the busboy had his address.

*Showing up at his rented flat in the middle of the night, she failed to contain her nervous excitement. She nearly walked away before gathering the courage to knock three times.

*As soon as Jack opened the door, her desire overtook her and she pushed into him for a sensual kiss.

*Jack was more than willing to reciprocate, amazed that his luck with her had finally changed. He led her to his bedroom and they made love all night.

*By morning, it was clear they were meant for each other and discussed what their future plans might hold. Jack offered to take her back to America with him and she agreed without a second thought. The sparks between them had only intensified into a roaring bonfire and she had to explore where this relationship would go.

*Evie had never been one to shy away from an adventure so she packed her bags and gave her notice at the club that day. Her gamble paid off when Jack proposed six months later and she was finally able to enjoy the love and attention of a man who worshipped her for all the right reasons. 

[peachpety]

Welcome to Thirteen Ficlets!

*Postings Soon Coming: October & November*

To further my adoration of HP and all things autumn, and in the spirit of my 2020 Autumn Drarry Drabbles, i'm asking for prompt requests!

As an act of self-kindness, i'm limiting myself this year to a (Un)Lucky 13 - a warm & sexy baker's dozen. If y'all would like, select one or several combined situational prompts and/or dialogue prompt from the lists below and send me an ask! I write primarily Drarry, but other HP pairings might feature!

xoxo peach 🍑

*EDIT: CLAIMED PROMPTS UPDATED**

🍁 Atmospheric 🍁

1.Rainy day 2.Foggy morning 3.Cold hands 4.Letters from the past 5.Walk in the Woods 6.Study Session 7.Bookstore Encounter 8.Golden Sunset 9.Antique/Thrift Shopping 10.Off-Season Hotel

🍎 Cute 🍎

11.Cinnamon Kiss 12.Sweater Weather 13.Umbrella Sharing 14.Sugar Rush 15.Couple Costumes 16.Library Meet Cute 17.Exchanging Notes 18.Coffee Date 19.Making Tea 20.Cuddly Reading Session

🥧 Warm 🥧

21.Picking mushrooms/berries 22.Apple Orchard 23. Farmer's Market 24.Family Feast 25.Making Jam 26.Apple Cider 27.Sturdy Boots 28.Kitchen Shenanigans 29.Acoustic Music 30.Game Night

🎃 Spooky 🎃

31.Ghost Stories 32.Animal Masks 33.Arachnophobia 34.Halloween Party 35.Witch Shop 36.Cemetery Stake-Out 37.Lost in the Woods 38.Strange Neighbors 39.Fortune Teller 40.Ouija Board.

💜 Romantic 💜

41.Fireside intimacy 42.Old Promise 43.Sharing Breakfast 44.Cabin Retreat 45.Keepsakes Box 46.Kissing in the Rain 47.Stargazing 48..Echoes from Another Time 49.Staying Warm 50.Fall Wedding

☕️Dialogue Prompts ☕️(sourced here)

1. “It’s a love potion! What could possibly go wrong?” 2. “I’m only a witch, not a miracle worker.” 3. “Stop putting your potion ingredients in the fridge!” 4. “We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… seven hours away.” 5. “Magic is a sophisticated craft. You can’t just say ‘pizza-us apparatus’." 6. “I can pass as a goth.” 7. “Can you tell me why you have an actual skeleton in your closet?” 8. “Wait, are you actually scared?” 9. “The ouija board says you’re a little shit.” 10. “I’d let you haunt me all night long.” 11. “Look, I dressed up as you.” 12. "If you say let’s split up, I swear to god.” 13. “I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.” 14. “Why are you so determined to see this ghost anyway?” 15. “I dare you to go down there.” 16. “The moon looks beautiful tonight.” 17. “No, don’t come any closer!!“ 18. “You look good enough to eat." 19. “Halloween is my aesthetic.” 20. “You can’t just say words that sound like Latin and expect to make magic.” 21. “I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.” 22. “The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.” 23. “I dare you to go in there. Alone.” 24. “We have to ask ourselves: what are magic’s limitations? Like, can it unburn my chicken nuggets?” 25. “Do you know any spells to get rid of this thing?”

[mega-aulover]

Sisterhood of the Traveling P* Lamp PT 3.5

This is for @oakfarmer12 @endlessnightlock and Buttercupbadass 😺. Happy Valentines day ladies, thank you for the laughs and the camaraderie friendship I Heart You all… Sister Hood PT1 & 2 found here .5 found here  

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Johanna Mason, the great remaining bastion of syndicated newspaper cartoons. Defender of the ink. She was by my definition a FREAK in the bedroom. She is my best friend, and I love her. But, I also loathe her. LOATHE!!

I am sure you are puzzled by my vehemence. Sit down, grab some tea or coffee and I will explain.  

My name is Katniss Everdeen I am a mother of four kids. Yes, four. Don’t judge, if you saw my husband you’d understand. He is divine, broad shoulders, with muscular arms, mmmmm, long deft fingers that know how to make a girl SING for hours. Did I mention he’s got a firm tight ass, so firm I can bounce a quarter off of it, I’ve done it ladies so I know I am not lying.

I digress.

Back to Jo. When I married Peeta she gave me the Lamp. Or as Jo called it a fertility idol. It was a lamp that had upright – well it was a flocking flock of penises of all shapes and sizes. Yes, you heard me, and no I am not going to repeat myself. Well the lamp er’ had certain curious powers.

It made us all pregnant.

It’s how the sisterhood began. We had to start it because it was the only way to control the lamp. We formed a tight knit community with rules and meetings. One of which being, my little sister, Prim, was not supposed to be near the lamp. Long story short, because of Jo, my sister ended up with the LAMP in her apartment. Needless to say Prim and her roommate Rue ended up pregnant. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my nephew, he’s like an earthquake and a tornado all at once when he comes to my house. I often wonder if he exists on a diet of sugar and high fructose corn syrup. The little monster is the sole reason I never wanted my sister anywhere near the lamp.

That is one of the reasons I love Jo dearly and at the same time want to go ten rounds with her in a boxing ring. 

Time moved by and I thought our adventures with the lamp were long gone, they were behind us, but no Johanna began to draw our adventures.

I was Kantmiss Evergreen, my husband was Pita the baker. She drew him with a rather large breadstick in his pants. She drew us lusting after the other using eggplants and peaches. I had a thing for eggplants and Pita always had a peach. Of course, we were always trying to get it on but we were always stopped by the rascally cat Buttercup.

Anything I did ended up in her cartoon. For example when the cacti later named Fred became part of our family it was done like anything else with good intentions. Peeta chuckled when I brought it home because the kids wanted a dog but I wanted to make sure they had something to be responsible over. I personally did not want to take care of a puppy and train it.

Peeta doubted the kids would like the plant. I knew our weird kids enough to take the risk. To Peeta’s chagrin, the kids loved the mascot and watched that I didn’t kill that thing. It was well known I had a black thumb when it came to plants. But not my husband, Peeta, he can grow anything. Of course, Johanna was the only one who noticed the cactus grew to look like a giant penis. And before I knew it she depicted my alter ego Kantmis purchasing the cactus and offering my husbands alter ego Pita a penis looking cacti in the comic strip.

After I confronted her, well Jo drew me as a spicy pepper trying to seduce Pita. That one went down in infamy. I became the laughing but of the sisterhood. This was followed by our frustrated escapades trying to have sex. This was bad enough but what followed next is the reason why I loathe my best friend.  

She depicted Kantmiss and Pita underneath the covers next to the dammed lamp. Yes, Johanna in all of her cocky stupidness drew the PENIS LAMP! The same lamp that got us all pregnant. 

This prompted an emergency meeting of the sisterhood. We all jammed into Delly’s house, or as I call it the pink palace. Delly had all boys and she painted all of their rooms in different shades of pink. Gale nor the boys ever crossed Delly but I on the other hand could only take so much of the color without going cross-eyed.

“I really do think we need to reevaluate the sanctity of the accord which was contrived between all of us.” Effie held her hand to her throat. 

As the ladies were speaking I was picturing myself power painting the house in any color but pink.

“I’m not sure what Effie said, but I agree,” Rue said.

“Guys we made the pact to protect our families and the public at large,” Madge sat across from Jo with a beer in her hands. Madge was the only one who had the foresight to bring lubricating drinks to the meeting.  

“Jo we weren’t supposed to speak about the Lamp,” Annie quietly said sipping her glass of wine.

“I know and I didn’t talk about it.” Jo crossed her arms sitting stubbornly in the frilly pink chase. She wore a black t-shirt with the word F*U in glittery rainbow sprinkles.

“But you drew it,” Prim accused. My sister could be tough as nails at times. I stood by her and put my hand on her shoulders. “And,” Prim softened her tone, “a picture is worth a thousand words.”  

“Caesar’s clinic benefits from the lamp, if one of his patients sees the cartoon they will, of course, question his reliability for discretion.”

“Oh,” Johanna said loosening her arms.

“Look I know you want to poke fun at me I get it but find a way to make the lamp go away from the cartoon,” I said pleading.

“Do you think the drawn version of the lamp could have any effects on us?” Rue’s question was the very same one we were all asking ourselves.

“Pft,” Jo said, “No way.”

“Yeah there’s no way,” Annie mouthed putting down the wine cup. She took the bottle of Jack and took a swig. We all drank from the same bottle. Even though we laughed and became blissfully drunk, we just didn’t trust the friggen lamp.

Over the next few weeks, Jo promised she was leading up to the demise of the lamp. I sat by waiting. I loved Jo, but I just couldn’t trust her. In the meantime, Delly announced she needed to remodel her house. I volunteered to come in and sandblast her walls. Getting rid of the bright pink wall in Delly’s youngest room was cathartic. Little did I know Delly had plans to make her home a pink fortress

The first column was of an empty house our windows opened with Haymitch staring up at the house horrified at the many noises he heard. The one that followed was Haymitch playing and singing as loud as he could as he lived next to us to cancel the noise. The third cartoon panel depicted us sitting by the bed with half-eaten eggplants and peaches around us. I was getting nervous because Jo hadn’t destroyed the lamp but she hadn’t drawn it either. When Jo finally took care of the lamp she did it using Buttercup to destroy the lamp. The sisterhood was appeased.

I, on the other hand, hoped she would stop with her shenanigans. This week though I wanted to scream when I saw the cartoons. She drew Kantmis hiding behind the counter eating tons of samiches, by the way, samiches is my own word for sandwiches. Peeta laughed and asked me if I knew I ate as much as an athlete I didn’t see his point. I was tiny but I had a good appetite. I love food. Let me say Peeta being a baker fulfills so many fantasies. Yum. Just picture yourself licking caramel or chocolate off of his washboard abs. Is it getting hot in here?

Phew, I told you already my husband is HOT.

Getting back to the story. I worried where Jo was taking this. And confronted her on it when we gathered together for our kids Valentines day party. We had enough children between all of us that we had a built-in guest list.

“Why are you making Kantmiss eat so much?”

Jo laughed. “You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”

I frowned.

Jo took out her phone and showed me her next cartoon.

Everything went black. When I came to, I was in the hospital. The sisterhood was all gathered in the ER with me. I knew I was pregnant with my fifth child and somehow the lamp had something to do with it.

The doctor came into the room and stopped when he saw the look of anxiousness on the faces of eight women.

“Okay so upon your requests I did what you all asked.” The doctor said quietly.

“Congratulations,” the doctor said as the women gasped.

The drawing couldn’t have been that potent? Could it? I pictured a rash of pregnancies all across the nation.

The doctor eyed the women, deciding if he should run or rip the band-aid. “Katniss you are pregnant. The rest of you are not pregnant.” He looked into the eyes of the women. He turned to Jo taking up her wristband to confirm her patient information and said, “Except for you Johanna. You’re also pregnant.”  

There was a collective sigh of relief amongst the sisterhood. They all turned their attention to Jo as soon as the doctor was out of the room. “Holly mother f-“

“Prim language,” I said.

“It can’t be,” Jo said puzzled.

“The lamp is powerful and you invoked some powerful juju,” Rue whispered standing as far away from Jo as possible. “When you decided to draw the lamp.”

“Great now that we’re tied Gale is gonna want another kid,” Delly moaned.

I turned to Jo and said, “I loathe you.” For some reason this made me laugh. I couldn’t help myself.

Jo began laughing and said, “I love you too.”

Our laughter was so contagious and we all began laughing at the absolutely ridiculous nature of the situation. When our significant others joined us, they didn’t know what to do with us. 

Needless to say at mine and Jo’s baby shower Delly announced she was expecting twins. Effie announced she and Haymitch were getting feathered babies. Madge was adopting a baby. Annie and Finnick were going to foster a child. Rue was going to teach children, and my sister Prim was going into pediatrics. 

Yes, people, the lamp is that powerful even from a distance. My advice if anyone ever tells you about a penis lamp beat it with a stick. Trust me you will avoid a headache.

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🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?   🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?   🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?   🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood? 

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

@shatterher

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Desmond's mental health is questionable, Des tends to hide in under his kind and happy visage, but Des is a very curious person. After one of his closest friend's death Desmond is uncomfortably relaxed with wanting to kill a particular villain, Almost like he doesn't even know it's bad, and if anyone stood in his way to stop it Desmond would become incredibly violent.

Desmond also suffers from PTSD Seeing someone die and say they also want your power and want to yank your tail off would make you a bit...unhinged.

Yes Desmond should totally attend therapy, he's willing to murder to satisfy his hatred of one particular villain.

Besides Desmond's OCD for cleaning and keeping himself safe from sea and afterlife, he's fine. Wink

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Desmond takes good care of his hair, Desmond spends ten minutes on it, because he appearances his hairstyle, shampoo, oil, hair mask Desmond protects his hair to his best abilities. Aside from that Desmond spends a bit longer than the average human in the tube because he also has a six foot tail to wash. Desmond hates going for days without showers, if he crashes at night and wakes up late for something he'll usually propone it to take a shower.

More under cut vvv

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Desmond is a very friendly person, always trying to see the good in everyone, humans aren't inherently bad and worthless like many seem to think, Desmond loves being around people; But Desmond is fine being alone at home, Des is adaptable. He had a big friend group, but many of them moved, and the ones who stayed Des has to reconnect with. It's difficult, because Desmond threw himself into work to catch the villains who took his friend away. Regardless of the sad times Des is open to making new friends, frenemies and so on, it's always nice to snark new people.

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Desmond would describe his childhood as. "Varied" Again he lost a friend in what would be considered still earlier years of hero training and it traumatized Desmond immensely; besides that sad story, Des remembers going around with his friends and cousin to fun places, seen large locations, rivers, broken down vehicles and buildings they explored, Desmond's life was enriched with great times with his friends and family.

Full of laughing, crying and discovery, Desmond holds his memories near and dear to his heart, as for going back? Nah you can't fix the past, and if you can't looking back and wishing things were better can only get you so far. So make the future better.

"A baker always bounces back."

[old-congratzams]

i love writing and reading about age gap and hard incest but it would be really uncomfortable for me irl!! but i do enjoy incest play and age play 😔 idk the thoughts of doing something dirty and wrong just gets me going ajfkajd

i'm tagging @mallang @izukine @saccharine-darling and anyone who wants to do it!

What is a kink you write about, but you're sure you wouldn't like irl?

tag 5 of your friends.

Hello dear anon!

So there is degradation, I love to write about it, but I don't think I would like to be degraded unless there is a high level of trust between me and that person.

And then there is orgasm denial, please I can't with that shit. I'll cry 😭.

tagging: @peachy-momos @odmlevis @jarmeen @kirsteiiins @amnxsia + anyone who want to join.

[atalantascribit]

🌗 seeing as the original story im writing is lovers-to-enemies, im legally obligated to say angst LOL

🧑 have not written fanfic in literal years but malark, i suppose. if not my oc, evelyn

💕 have only really published padark (is that the ship name?) so that by default. if not, tara/evelyn, my wonderful lovers-to-enemies oc's.

📚 again hhlr by default, but if i were to write other fanfics, probably hades

🍑 absolutely not!

🥰 him! i poured my life and soul into that one and even if it wasn't a literary masterpiece it was very cathartic to write

🏆can i say none of them? LOL all of the fics ive written are from over a year ago so now naturally i look at them and cringe LMAO i should definitely start writing more dear god i didnt think it was that long ago i published him-

💎 any trope that will make the reader suffer! but also as for actual writing, probably cute coffeeshop/cafe au's that are aesthetic and have no real plot but they're still nice. probably why the main character in my original story was a baker LOL

🌍fantasy au's if the source material is modern, modern au's if the source material is fantasy

🍄lmao bold of you to assume that i write. but in all actuality for my recent writings, i brainstorm parts of the plot and about the characters as a sort of brain writing warm up, and then i start writing the parts that need writing.

💡my life and the feelings that come w/ it! for my recent works (that are unpublished LOL), other books!

🕶 au's babeyyyy

📒maybe! i had a lot when i was into hhlr, but then i fell out of it. mostly it's my oc's that i write abt nowadays, but i have been thinking abt possibly writing hades fanfiction!

🎤"Jaxson really did hate the wind." Oh you thought this would come from a serious fanfic that i published on ao3 or tumblr? lmao no! this is from a fan/friendfic that i wrote about my friend's oc's and it was a comedy about a modern, no powers au about how the main two love interests meet - by jaxson's final project for his art class blowing into ophelia's face.

🎁 "She left the pie to burn." :) the pie has absolutely no symbolism for tara's character whatsoever :) hope and faith in that if you worked hard enough at something it would work out, like her and evelyn's relationship? in a pie? noooooo :))))

fanfic writer ask game that’s definitely not an excuse for shameless self promo

rb if you want to play!

🌗 fluff or angst?

🧑 favorite character to write?

💕 favorite ship to write?

📚 favorite fandom for write for?

🍑 do you/would you write smut?

🥰 fave fic you’ve written?

🏆fic youre most proud of?

💎 fave trope to write?

🌍fave type of au to write?

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

🕶canonverse or au?

📒any fics planned?

🎤fave line in a fic you wrote?

🎁 have a quote from a WIP?

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

I do indeed see this lmaooooo 💀💀

Honestly couldn’t have worded it better myself 😌 this is what it means to live. Getting railed by baker!Giyuu and knocking everything down cuz I can’t resist his baguette 👹🥖

But imagine tho LMAO just walking into the bakery and being like “😏 soooo can i see what kind of…. Baguettes you got in the back?”

“Y/N pls I’m at work…..”

*still meets you in the back of the store* 🥖💦🍑

i’m going to need baker! giyuu to knead my ass like he kneads his dough because i’m showing up to his bakery every day in hopes of getting railed in one of the back rooms. some bags of flour are definitely going to get knocked to the ground with all the movements, but the mess will be worth it 😌🥖 i just know it